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An unsolved mystery

['GenshinEnjoyer']

Teen And Up Audiences

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

Svarog (Honkai: Star Rail)/Reader

Svarog (Honkai: Star Rail)

Giant Robots, Mystery, Pants, How Do I Tag

English

2023-05-05

Completed

2023-05-05

464

1/1

9

118

6

1,367

['Dolbopop', 'ThatAnonBoi', 'StickyQ', 'Angel_WH', 'roseltheteacup', 'ChaoticPaine', 'Lilith_55li', 'Y0ur_L0cal_Intr0vert', 'PartyCrasherDILF', 'Antmary', 'Haney707', 'LadyQuetzalli', 'legoitchysouda', 'paintedorbeezzz', 'Epic_crayon', 'Sola21', 'Dramatic_thespian_girl', 'ENGLivesAndZERO', 'Lavyraang', 'Kitkattu', 'Azley512', 'FruitVendor', 'Camillyy', 'dyntyz', 'shouki', 'Limeswifee', 'mafuyu_asahina_kinnie', 'ArsonTart', 'Rhaek', 'Redich27', 'MeMyselfAndTheVoices', 'StellaHeart17', 'esperlla', 'rawbiney', 'Wayfaring_Ink', 'Faecyrel', 'TheCuteFluff', 'Kustik_07', '0ddBox27', 'VekNone', 'Levitate2', 'crunchitymunchity', 'MelisTheWitch', 'Jester_the_clown', 'Thefirstpotato', 'starrylullaby', 'milkkytxars', 'DreamPerSleepy', 'PetalBirdie', 'bunibunii']

[]

“How come Svarog wears pants? He is a robot….” One evening you had this thought, and it simply could not leave your mind. The world has many mysteries but this one might be the biggest of all. Pondering this question you decide to take a walk in the robot settlement. Maybe the answer is hidden in plain sight, do other robots also have pants? Does Svarog simply get cold like humans do? That cannot be right, Svarog does not possess a single human emotion or sensation. A thought comes up… Is he hiding something in those pants? Also he wears shoes, are his robot grippers so unholy they must be covered. Or the opposite, are they so magnificent humans would faint at the sight of them? Lost in thought you completely forget you are in a very hostile environment with rogue robots. Suddenly four robots attack you! Knowing you are not the protagonist you take the most logical action and sprint away, running for your life. The robots have tiny legs, they cannot run that fast surely. After a little while of running, you look over your shoulder and you see that they have given up on their chase and go the other way. Running and not looking is not a great combination you find out, you run face first into a wall making you fall onto your ass.“Human, are you alright?” Speak of the devil. The big mystery himself is right in front of you.Before your rational self intervenes you ask, “Svarog could you take of your pants?” You totally asked this because you hit the “wall” too hard, no other reason. Calculating…. Calculating… Processing inquiry… … … …(damn this robot is slow af)… Finally Svarog seems to be done processing, his red light shines brighter and turns toward you. Fine then human, I will take them off. I have assessed this does not pose a risk to the peace of the residents of Belebog. Ok that was easy. Yes… finally the mystery is going to be solved…. Whatever is hiding is those pants will be revealed in only moments. Svarog begins to take the pants of and…reveals just more metal. No… this can’t be you think. His clothes are just an aesthetic choice? There’s no robot dick??!!? Trying to hide your disappointment, you ask “Svarog, why do you wear pants?”Processing inquiry…. Calculating… According to data banks 3461, 48713203 my primary objective is to protect the residents in Belebog, I am to be a mediator between robots and humans. Logic dictates I must appear both human and robot. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The mystery is solved… The explanation was of course rational, boring. Even Svarog secretly having a fashionista side would have been more interesting.   “So Svarog can you maybe also take of your shoes?”

Not a Vomit Inducing Agent, nor a Pumitive food

['Pleasant_Illusion']

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)

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

Crack, Fluff

English

2023-05-05

Completed

2023-05-05

1,048

1/1

11

684

75

4,105

['Omasko422', 'Raeli_iluxsm', 'Akiichintoo', 'Jellyiez', 'xxyikesx', 'Shadow_hunter93', 'thelanwangji', 'A_E_09', 'will__o__the__wisp', 'UnicornConnor', 'YouCanChangeYourUserNameOnceEvery7Days', 'MightyAnubis', 'obakeblu', 'meadowaries', 'Hope78', 'aslanjadeokumura', 'Makuya', 'snowalice', 'chikk', 'Blanq', 'jinnie_cutie', 'Abyss_Fatui', 'Laylainthesky', 'Teardrop_zein', 'itsthefullmonty', 'AnodeAntarcSkywalker', 'No_Naam', 'hydilumii', 'Kaioe_feasible77', 'Yanno_ily', 'WhatAmIDoing_IDontKnow_ButHereIAm', 'I_Love_Reading', 'MichiruAkabane', 'Zephineros', 'LeesBitch69', 'unlucky_satanist', 'OmniMaiMage', 'Sad_Gh0st', 'dullandvoid', 'aliaes', 'Mika_114', 'StripeyShorts', 'II_Moonlight_Rose_II', 'Liviahell', 'Elsebel', 'SOCIO', 'th3s', 'CatsLoveMoney', 'sanqwhich', 'a_fishy_rabbit']

[]

Of course, March 7th and Dan Heng weren't exactly thrilled when Caelus first started rummaging through trash cans.  It was after all, not the most hygienic thing to do, and you'll never know if there were some harmful substances that Caelus might accidentally come in contact with. The silver haired man has received a fair number of judgeful looks— but he usually paid them no mind, sticking his hands even on the dirtiest bins.  There were some attempts from his two friends to stop his actions, but it came to the point where the two just completely gave up. One can say that they've transformed into accomplices; blocking the view from strangers that might witness his peculiar acts.  Dan Heng should have been firmer in stopping him, but how could he when Caelus looks so happy showing off his little discoveries every time? There's surprisingly a lot of decent items inside the bins. Caelus even found a banned book once, and Dan Heng ended up disinfecting it and placing the book in the archives. Caelus gives him all sorts of books or letters that he found, and although Dan Heng is appreciative, he couldn't help but be worried on what type of junk he would bring. Recently, he and March 7th caught him trying to cook leftovers that he found inside the trash.  He could never forget the look on March 7th's face. It wasn't disgust, but a mix of pity, and guilt. Dan Heng also felt the same, and he wondered if he's been too strict on keeping their expenses minimal. Was he spending too little on their food? Are they not feeding him well enough? Why is Caelus disregarding his safety like this? With questions still running on his head, Dan Heng grabbed Caelus on his wrist, dragging him away from the trash that he was about to cook in a small pot. March 7th also followed. Although she was confused, she helped him in preventing the resistant Caelus from escaping their grip. "What are you both doing?! My food—" "You suddenly disappeared on us, and when we found you you're cooking-up some trash? Do you really expect us to just let you do that?!" March 7th took a deep breath, "If you're hungry, you could have just told us!" "I won't allow you to go that far." Dan Heng spoke, "I could excuse you rummaging through the bins, but this is a different matter. There are lines that should only be crossed when you're desperate."  "I didn't want to bother anyone so I just improvised and gathered the edible things I've found." Caelus explained. Edible? Dan Heng could see the molds. "Is it worth risking your health over?" the dark haired man asked, but he didn't bother waiting for him to give an answer, "Whenever you're hungry, just message me." You're not a bother. "Okay..." Caelus looked back on his trash, looking a bit disappointed? Sad? His expression almost made Dan Heng feel guilty. "I know a good restaurant," Dan Heng started, "We can eat there if you want." Thankfully, Caelus' face immediately brightened up. March 7th also sounded happy on his suggestion, but Dan Heng was already thinking about his future plans.  After all, their money might not last until the end of the week.  Should he participate again in the fight club? He also heard that his photos were 'in demand'...  No, he shouldn't take that path.  He doesn't know how many times Caelus has sold that single photo he sent him, but he shouldn't compete with his small business.  --------‐----------------------- The next day, Dan Heng wrote a formal letter requesting an increase in their budget. Welt and Himeko were surprised with his sudden request, but they were more than willing to increase their weekly credits. Dan Heng also made sure to shop for more snacks and ingredients, making sure that each of their bags were filled with food. It was the last option he had in mind, but he realized that participating in the fight club would only be a temporary solution. He wouldn't want to see Caelus' attempting to cook some garbage again simply because he had nothing to eat. He should probably just prohibit him from searching more cans, but whenever he sees him happily searching a bin, any courage that he has to stop him dies down. Caelus also looked happy when the three of them went to an eat-all-you-can restaurant, so even if it may significantly increase their expenses... He thinks that bringing him there once or three times a week is worth every credit spent. However, he might have overdone it. The three of them going to that same restaurant became a routine, and since their bags were now filled with foods and ingredients, it seems that Caelus still hasn't found the need to send him a single message. Dan Heng definitely wasn't waiting for his message at all. Nor was he looking for an opportunity for the two of them to eat alone. It took a few days for him to finally receive a text, although it's not the type of message he was expecting, he ended up opening his messages a lot faster than he normally would have. 'Cold Dragon Young…' the message read, 'Could you send me a photo again?' Dan Heng immediately browsed his gallery, sending a random photo of him that March 7th took. 'Why do you need another one?' Dan Heng asked, even if he already had a hunch that it's going to be sold again. '...It's a secret' 'Are you going to sell it?' 'I'm sorry' Caelus apologized, 'Everyone has been asking for a new merch of the strong, blue, and handsome; Cold Dragon Young' '...' 'You should come to the archives tonight.'  'Why?' shortly, another text followed, 'Please don't kill me' 'It's better to sell signed copies while the value is still high.' 'I love you Cold Dragon Young, I've always known that there's a lot of kindness in your heart :D' 'Let's print the pictures later. We should also meet up tomorrow for lunch to discuss a better business strategy.' Dan Heng wrote, 'Just the two of us. Don't tell March 7th about this.' Sometimes, Dan Heng finds himself doing things he wouldn't normally do, but who could blame him?  

electricity

['tavier_artiste']

Not Rated

F/M

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

Serval/trailblazer

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

Non-Canonical Character Death, Non-Canon Relationship

English

2023-05-05

Completed

2023-05-05

1,058

2/2

4

22

844

['ChasingDreams', 'huynga', 'elbris', 'Randomfan888', 'Kotofeila', 'Trashmouth_Tozier', 'K2black17', 'Tyrcree', 'MattEmiya']

[]

"These?" He put a hand on 3 perfectly straight scars etched from the side of his head to the front of his face, "Just an accident." He ran a hand through his hair, but his fingers stopped at the raised skin on the back of his head. He traced a somewhat hidden scar, trying to forget the feeling of the spare bat he carried hitting his skull. Shaking his head, he smoothed his hair back over it. ".. Why are you here, Caelus?" She asked, lowering her voice and moving closer to him from behind the counter. "You haven't come here since your first expedition." Caelus sighed, taking in how much Serval had changed. Sure, she still looked the same apart from the slightly shorter hair and summery clothes, but otherwise she was just the same old Serval with a bit of maturity on her back. "I suppose I missed you." He smiled innocently. She breathed out a laugh, "You're risking your life." "How am I?" He scoffed and grinned. "I have 4 brothers who invite themselves in with no warning, I'd watch yourself." She looked up at him, doeheyed. "Well we gotta make sure we stay extra quiet." He bends to connect their lips, but she pulls away. "Don't distract me, Caelus. Why are you really here?" Serval's tone was serious now, and Caelus predicted he couldn't avoid the conversation much longer. "I need your help. I'm in trouble and I don't know who else to turn to." His expression was grave, and Serval could see the fear in his eyes. "What kind of trouble?" She asked, her concern growing. Caelus hesitated, unsure if he should reveal everything. But he knew he had no choice. "I got involved with the wrong people, Serval. They're dangerous, and I don't know how to get out." Serval's eyes widened in shock. "Caelus, you can't be serious. You know I can't help with something like that." "I know, but I had to try. I trust you, Serval. You're the only one who can help me." Serval sighed, her mind racing with possibilities. She didn't want to get involved, but Caelus was right - she was the only one he could turn to. "Okay," she finally relented. "But we have to be careful. And we'll need a plan." Caelus nodded, relief flooding through him. "Thank you, Serval. I knew I could count on you." !!!big ass warning for suicide, really don't read if it's a sensitive subject because I don't want your angry ass comments sayin there's no warning because it's right here blind ass!!! Serval woke up to the sound of her phone singing a Slipknot song from one of their first albums. It was March 7th. "What is it with everyone calling me like I'm open 24hrs a day man?" She murmured groggily. As she reached out for it, she realized it was across the regular phone app and not over some stupid social media thing March likes using. She picked up the call immediately, but before she could say anything, March sobbed hysterically, "Dan Heng is dead! He's dead! I called Pom Pom and Welt and they haven't come out for anyone! I don't know what to do!" Serval's heart sank as she heard her cry. She had met Dan a few times during Caelus' 1st trailblazing expedition, but she was closer to March. Caelus was the one close to Dan. The almost had a brotherly relationship. She tried to find the right words to comfort March, but the sound of her grief was overwhelming, and the looming thought of Caelus' reaction was almost causing her to panic. ".. Oh my god. I have Caelus with me, he's in the other room. I can let him know-" "-Let him know as soon as possible!" Then March was silent for a few moments, and Serval could hear her trying to hold back her sobs. She knew how much Dan meant to March, but she also knew how much he meant to Caelus too. Serval could hear statically murmured voices, one of which sounded like a man, the other was like a child no older than 7. "He won't make it, he's been dead for too long-" The male voice said with an unchanging tone. "-How long ago did he die?!" March bawled almost deafeningly. Absolute radio silence followed the quetion, to the point Serval had to check she hadn't accidentally muted the call with her ear. ".. Approximately, 2 hours ago." Came the long awaited reply from the younger voice this time. "A-and how?!" There was a long silence again, but this time it was heavy enough to push an assumption out of March, "No he didn't.." "There's an open and empty paracetamol bottle. There's no sort of note that's obvious to the naked eye either. There aren't any weapons that don't belong to him around, no signs of a break in, no entry on the door logs, no wounds, only the bottle." Serval made out a movement of sorts, until March spoke to her, "Tell Caelus. I have to go." She spoke no louder than a whisper and more seriously than ever. Serval didn't hesitate. She launched her duvet off of her and violently tossed her phone on to her bed. She rushed nervously to the room next door, where she could see the silently undisturbed man as she stood in the open doorway. Oh how his head will spin. "Caelus?" She approached. Caelus was abruptly awake to Serval's gentle call. Once his eyes blurrily settled, he made out an unreadable expression on her face, and the peculiarity of her appearance, at 2:53 am, gave him an uneasy feeling. He placed his bare feet on the cold wood floor after whipping his duvet off of him angrily. The floor creaked with Serval's petite frame moving so elegantly across it towards a chair, and he couldn't help but notice she was sporting a pair of stripy pajamas, one leg still rolled up and the buttons halfway undone. She too, was recently disturbed. "Oh, do come in!" Caelus gestured to where Serval once stood, his voice coming out raspy. "Caelus, this really can't wait." He let out his signature loose sigh and dipped his head, "Get on with it." "I warn you, this won't be easy," she stared sternly for a moment, "I got a phone call from March 7th." "March?" Caelus hung over the name, feeling his blood run cold like every other time Dan Heng broke the news of a death to him.

Nightwalkers

['PrincelyCon']

General Audiences

F/M

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

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

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

Pre-Relationship, very oblivious Stelle (or just in denial), Flowers, timeline is not clear but happens after the Belobog main quest, slight miscommunication, what was originally a triple drabble went out of hand

English

2023-05-05

Completed

2023-05-05

1,380

1/1

12

342

33

2,470

['DemigodAssassin', 'dibopdu', 'sunscares', 'Ingledsy', 'GawrButterQueen', 'MMJL', 'Hyperion86', 'Erina_and_the_muppets', 'Leonawriter', 'LadyImago', 'VantoPheles', 'Diana_05', 'StormySkies95', 'Imp_ishy', 'Well_okay_then', 'Infinity88521', 'StarlingElliot', 'aprils_fern5019', 'PiscesAqua', 'haru_f', 'Gretta_Grechen', 'Soopster45', 'Violetviolet123', 'QuintKit', 'Musicalmurder', 'Kassielle', 'ilovemyemperorwife', 'tamenetsi', 'WhatAmIDoing_IDontKnow_ButHereIAm', 'DramaLlama89', 'togneybologna', 'inseelietea', 'AmourShipping', 'DrakeReach', 'Eternal_Yorozuya', 'Juupitrr', 'kageki', 'mstni', 'nakuraseyu', 'markfdoongie', 'moreteary', 'EternalMist', 'Dar3k', 'Aylin_Ig', 'pokermaniac039', 'mioufox', 'UserHazyn', 'CatEatingLemons', 'Azuma_Sayo', 'AshantiVL']

[]

“What do you want, Sampo?” Stelle asked, putting a halt to the telltale faux-innocent whistling. She didn’t bother looking up from her position, curled on a bench like a cat, or a shrimp, clutching her phone on her bent knees.   March was nursing a fever on the Express, and thus unable to drag Stelle out of her seat every few minutes. Stelle had lost track of time, and when she painfully untangled her limbs and scooted to the side, her skin felt unpleasantly moist, sticking to the metal slats like sugar on a hot day.   Not one bit discouraged by her attitude, Sampo propped himself next to her, his expression of pure childish glee betraying the whininess in his voice.   “Aw, c’mon, do you have to be so cold on poor lil' Sampo? After everything we’ve been through together?”   With an eye roll, she put her phone down, wincing as an ache shot up her cramped arm.   “What do you want?” she asked again.   She didn’t dislike Sampo, not as much as when they first met. And while she would never admit it, she had grown fond of him. It was comforting, in a way, how some things stayed the same, never mind the ever-changing chaos of her life. Sampo will always be Sampo; a self-serving, sometimes reliable bastard. But after keeping company with him for so long, she had started to peel away the many layers of swindling sliminess and uncovered a flickering glimmer of genuine care. Deep, deep, deep down under.   One arm across his stomach in pretense of chivalry, Sampo leaned over, and from behind his back, he pulled a blue, oval-shaped casing, adorned with a white ribbon on top.   “I’m just here to give you a lil’ something. See it as a token of my, er, affection.”   Stelle recoiled away, eyeing the box as if it contained a bomb, which, knowing Sampo, could very much be the case.   “I’m not trying to blow you up,” he said, as if reading her mind.   He held the case up, and with the tip of a finger, she slowly pried the lid open, each of her muscles tense and ready to bolt off.   Not a bomb. But flowers. Arranged in a perfect spiral.   They were the width of a silver coin, shone just as bright under the light, with thick golden stamens on which stuck grains of vibrant orange pollen, and exuded a sweet scent similar to honeysuckles, but richer and sharper.   “What are these?” She asked, grabbing the case to inspect the tiny blossoms closer, but at a respectable distance away from her face, just in case. “I have never seen them at the Eversummer.”   Sampo grinned, giddily rubbing his palms together.   “We call them ‘nightwalkers’. You’re not gonna find them in some fancy-schmancy Overworlder shop. These little beauties only grow in total darkness on geomarrow-rich soil. I had to venture very deep into the Great Mine to fetch them for you, risking my life in the process, by the way. No need to thank me,” he said, slicking his hair back with a lopsided smile. “So? What do you think? Do you like them?”   Stelle squinted at the bouquet, then at Sampo’s, who was watching her like a child waiting for Christmas, then back at the bouquet. From anyone else, the gesture would’ve been rather sweet. From anyone else but him.   “Are you trying to buy my favors again?”   He gave no reaction, but for the very first time since they met, his smile faltered, and not into his usual exaggerated scowl. It was little more than a slight switch at the corners of his mouth, as if struggling to keep them up. He cocked his head to the side.   “I see. It’s my fault, really,” he said in a soft exhale, dark blue lashes drooping on his cheeks. Stelle bit her tongue. A bitter weight wormed its way down from the back of her throat. “I never gave you a reason to think anything more of me.”   Guilt settled on her chest, hot and oppressive. She had to salvage it. Quickly. The idea came in a flash of instinct more than reason, and before she could think it through, she snatched the box and shoved her face into the bouquet, loudly breathing in the rich perfume. And the pollen. Lots of pollen. A smoldering heat that set her nose on fire and made her lungs painfully cave in with each sneeze, folding her so violently she would have tumbled down her seat if not for a firm hand across her stomach.   Subconsciously, she held on to it like a lifeline.   “Woah, woah, woah, easy there!”   “See?” she croaked between aching wheezes and wet sniffles. “I do like them.”   Hot tears blurred her world into paint drops on a damp canvas, but she could tell amid the blue and red blotches the white crescent of a smile.   Sampo chuckled, bottom lip tucked under his teeth and body shaking with stifled laughter. He patted her back, grabbing the box — now mostly empty, the rare petals clinging to bare stems — from her hands and setting it aside.   “I’m sorry for ruining it,” she said once her coughing settled. The guilt had subsided, but her cheeks still felt hot.   Sampo waved her concerns away, brushing stray bits of flowers and pollen from her hair.   “It’s fine. I appreciate your enthusiasm, starlight, even though a simple thank you would have sufficed. Plus…” His grin returned, wide as ever. “You can repay me anytime.”   Of course he would say that, she thought, blowing her nose into the handkerchief he lent her until she was dizzy. It smelled faintly of rock dust and sulfur.   “You can keep it. Free of charge!” he said, staring at the damp cloth with a tight smile.   She snorted, crumpled the used tissue, and shoved it in her coat pocket. As the heaving of her chest withdrew, she suddenly felt drained, and also in need of a walk.   “Help me get up,” she said, extending her arm towards him.   He stood up and, with the utmost delicacy, as he would do to something fragile, held her hand in his. Their gloves rubbed in a quiet rustle, soft velvet against sturdy leather. And she yelped when he pulled her up in one go like she weighed nothing. Although he was broader than most men she knew, she somehow had never thought of him as particularly strong.   His hands were surprisingly warm, pleasantly so, too. And Stelle found herself wishing — a meaningless fleeting thought; the Stellaron’s sealing hadn’t changed much of the climate, and anything that could keep the cold at bay was welcome — that they had both forgotten their gloves.   They strolled around the plaza, his shoulders brushing against her, going further into her personal space than a man of his moral standing should be allowed to. Yet each time she wavered and he pulled her closer, she would simply let him.   After dusk, the power of the heaters doubled to compensate for the sun's absence, which, ironically, made the nights in Belobog hotter than the days. Or at least, Stelle assumed so. There were no other explanations for the gentle heat creeping under her skin.   Slipping into a comfortable semi-consciousness, she let her mind wander, little specs of memories fluttering behind her eyes like polaroids in the wind: Kafka, the Express, the Fragmentum, Kafka again, trash cans, the Goethe hotel, Sampo, the conversation they just had, the flowers, the pollen, starlight, the smell of sulfur, the pain-   She frowned. Something wasn’t right. Rewind.   Sampo, the flowers, starlight, sulfur, Kafka.   Rewind.   Flowers, sulfur, starlight-   Starlight.   Scowling, she turned around.   “What did you just call m-”   Nobody was there. Of course.   Stelle sighed, and leaned against a fence, setting her sights on a nearby trash can. But each time she tried focusing on the harmonious metallic curves, her mind would slip away, deep underground. A tiny flower had found its way into her hair, mostly unscathed. She plucked it, rolling the stem between her thumb and forefinger, a faint smile on her lips. She was feeling slightly lighter than before, for some unknown reason.   Maybe nothing will stay the same forever. But for once, she didn’t really mind the change.      

I burn for you

['Great_disappointment']

General Audiences

M/M

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

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

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

Mentioned Landau family, Feelings Realization, Forced Marriage, Out of Character, Song Lyrics, Written During 1.0 Update (Honkai: Star Rail), Post-Canon, Sampo being Sampo at the end, no beta we die like Cocolia, Lightly implied transgender Gepard, Bisexual Sampo, Gay Gepard

English

2023-05-05

Completed

2023-05-05

1,986

1/1

4

298

27

3,302

['fangsyyy', 'KaorusFishsticks', 'Invincible_ninja403', 'Enby_Sif', 'darklightinu', 'demipassthetime', 'AnimeWeeb9', 'GhostedRosebuds', 'mixisz', 'atlas_aj', 'kittyjunnie_0', 'huasiWang', '94Oceana94', 'Decsnowflake', 'TheSkyBleeds_Bleu', 'msllegado', 'thoughtsofagremlin', 'G_nette', 'Sifi', 'Doge_Coin', 'Miss_Sigstad', 'Oui_Pigeon_Oui', 'ForestofSpruce', 'aventurinesmilk', 'D_Engel', 'HornetSentinel', 'Fionyan10', 'LemonRattt', 'shovel_man29003', 'FrozenForYou', 'sparklyuzu', 'Caia303', 'DefNotMothman', 'xiaoisxiao', 'PoissonRougeSara', 'Chibi_kitty4', 'asteroidplacer', 'Thumbs_Up_Emoji', 'Ochale', 'mayy_y3', 'crescentmoonn', 'Sunshine_3248', 'goldenmonarch', 'BlizzardTail', 'SkittleMilkz', 'DustyStar', 'DJ_Qs', 'kairosical', 'Limonylima', 'notike']

[]

It was horrible. A mistake. A big one.   That kiss. In the courtyard of the Landau estate. A mistake.   All of it was a mistake. The chasing, the fraternising, the lot of it! Gepard knew this, and Sampo would not let him forget it. An accident! One that altered their lives for the rest of their time on this planet. One wrong move on either part led to the very moment they ruined each other's lives as it seemed.   Their relationship was a loosely based one, nothing entirely romantic at all, purely banter between men that had gotten to know each other despite the worlds they lived apart. That isn't how the Landau family saw it though.    A family of soldiers of the highest order, nobility. And who was Sampo to enter into that through a marriage that he didn't want despite the façade he placed? It was only a matter of time. They'd been trying to get him to marry for years so arranging it for Gepard the moment they found them in the garden together was a right move on Gepard's parents' part. He didn't want it.   Again, a mistake! That kiss seemed like the worst thing that had ever happened to him.   "Father! You cannot! You don't know him, and I cannot sacrifice my life to be with him!" He yelled at the top of his lungs that night, stood in the drawing room with his father, dishevelled from the screaming match.    "Gepard! You kissed that man, you are close to him, you wouldn't be sacrificing anything by taking his hand!" His father retorted as he crossed his arms, brows furrowed. Lynx and Serval sat on the steps listening to their brother and father yell between one another, they had been for a long time. Lynx didn't get it, but Serval did, and bit her nails as she listened to Gepard try to reason with their father.    The desperation in his voice to not allow it to happen got him nowhere in his father's eyes. It had always been that way. He was the pride of the Landau family. The only son. It was his duty to the family to marry and carry on the family name, even if he was gay. Their Father could accept that, he could accept everything his son chose to be but not his refusal to marry the blue haired man he seemed to "love".   Nothing got through to him. And his Mother took his Father's side. Three months later he was miserably married and pacing the living room of his own home, thumb rubbing that forsaken gold ring around his finger, still in the wedding suit Serval had helped him reluctantly pick.   All of Belobog knew Sampo Koski was a crook. A con artist. A thief. A fucking criminal! And Gepard had just married him. Brought him into one of the few noble families left on the entire plant. One mistake he couldn't rub clean.   The reputation he'd built for himself since he could walk had just been ruined in one foul swoop. But now he was Gepard Landau-Koski. It had a ring to it but it wasn't something he particularly liked in the situation… a new name and a ruined reputation. Perfect.   Sampo watched his every movement from the armchair, one leg crossed over the other while his fingers drummed against the leather. He looked displeased. Eyes narrowed with an uncharacteristic frown that somehow made him look enraged with the circumstances.    "Is this what you call a honeymoon?" Sampo asked, raising his head a little before dropping it to the side to look at Gepard out of his peripheral, his fingers unfaltering in their methodical drumming. "Pacing around this room? Running from our elaborate ruse? We're doomed."   The Sampo he knew to be so peppy and excitable was gone. He had been since the news was broken and they'd yelled for at least half an hour over it. He had to find Natasha to help him find Sampo just to tell him. She was there and watched the whole thing unfold. Gepard had never seen Sampo so out of his depth. And the man had outrun 17 Silvermane guards before. It hurt deep inside of his chest.   "Sampo…" Gepard grumbled as he pitched the bridge of his nose, that hand running up into his hair where it grabbed a fistful in his own frustration.   "Please forgive me, your grace!" He huffed as he turned his head away. The drumming ceased as he crossed his arms. He was definitely angry.   "You're grace?" The blonde scoffed as he whipped his head around to Sampo, the pressure in his chest building up that he couldn't quite describe at all.   "You can't even look me in the eye, and now I have to lie in the mess you made!" Sampo grumbled as he turned his head back to Gepard, staring at him through furrowed brows. The corners of his lips tugged down. He looked horrible with a scowl on his face, lines etched into his skin that Gepard had never seen before under any circumstance.   "The mess WE made!" Gepard corrected, his pacing halted as he brought his arms down from his head to turn and look Sampo in the eyes for the first time since the ceremony five hours ago. Even then it had been full of disdain for the situation that should have been joyous for any other couple.   "It was your mistake! You kissed me!" He raised his voice. His black dress shirt wrinkled where his grip tightened on his biceps.   "I was prepared to give my life that day so you wouldn't die!" Gepard yelled, pointing a blaming finger at his new husband. Aeons, that felt so weird to think.   "I stole your fate?" Sampo asked as his legs uncrossed and he stood to full height. Shoulders up, back straight. He did look like a nobleman stood like that.   "I stole your fate," Gepard corrected again, looking up at Sampo as he strides over to look down at him by the few inches of height between them. He seemed meeker in what he said. Softer. Blue eyes softened as he frowned, the eye contact breaking him down as the air ran cold and fractals of ice shot out at his feet.   Silence ran cold in between them. Thick enough to cut with a dull knife. As Sampo looked down on him with his brows pinched. Then he relaxed a bit, seemingly confused. "I don't understand," he spoke, softer this time but still with some disdain.   "And now you're forced to love a man you hate…" Gepard looked down at Sampo's hand, the ring glinting in the light on his finger. It upset him to know it wasn't something Sampo wanted. It broke his heart.    Sampo spoke his name but it went unheard as Gepard placed his hand on his chest and kept his gaze away before he pushed him away with a gentle force. "I know you don't feel the same but I burn for you," he whispered so quietly that Sampo barely caught what he said.    "You burn for me?" It was a question. After all his behaviour in the last twenty-four hours, it was hard to believe that it was being said. No, not twenty-four hours, their entire time knowing one another.   "I burn," Gepard nodded in confirmation   "I burn too," Sampo said, tilting Gepard's chin up to him gently.    Their eyes met in a short pause, silence and frigid cold surrounded them in their moment. "You burn for me?" The blonde asked, the frown on Sampo's face morphing into something akin to a smirk that was familiar to Gepard and the entire Silvermane guard, but different to anything he'd ever seen before.   Sampo didn't answer, just leant down a slight bit and pressed a kiss to his lips. So gentle that it barely registered but it was there and it was good. It wasn't forced. It wasn't a mistake. It wasn't to save their skins. It was in the privacy of their home and it was good. Not a mistake! And Gepard returned it with his eyes fluttered closed and his lips tugged into a soft smile.   Sampo's left hand moved from his chin to take his left hand, his right finding his waist and Gepard's right landing on his shoulder as they broke apart. "How do you feel?" Gepard asked, the hand on his waist squeezing gently.   "Wonderful now," it was an honest and truthful answer wrapped in a silky soft tone as Sampo gently took a step. It was a trained one, and Gepard followed him, swaying around the room. "From the mornings you ease, to the evenings you quiet. I am always thinking of you."   "I am always dreaming of you," Gepard continued to follow in Sampo's steps, dancing around the room hand in hand, arm in arm. Gentle smiles that were previously concealed behind the idea that either one hated the idea of getting married. "From the mornings to late in the night, it is you I cannot sacrifice."   "Look me in my eyes," Sampo smiled as he felt Gepard's hand shift up to hold the back of his neck, fingers twining with his brushed out and slicked back hair. Gepard did as he was told. "I burn for you."   "Say my name. Say I'm yours. Promise we'll never be worlds apart," he could beg if he had to, the burning in his chest and cheeks betraying him as Sampo stifled a small laugh as they danced. One step after another. This was the real first dance. Not the theatrics at the venue. This was it. Private and loving and perfect in every aspect. "Because I burn for you."   He pulled Sampo's head down until their foreheads touched and eyes fluttered closed. His hand smoothed down the soft skin on the back of his husband's neck before he slid it back onto his shoulder. "You burn for me," Sampo whispered. "I'm yours, Gepard, I've always been yours."   "And I'm yours," their footsteps slowed to a halt though they didn't separate, enjoying the soft moment in close proximity and intimacy. "Trust me when I say I would have liked to have this on our terms rather than my family's but I would not trade this moment for the world."   They swayed in silence for a moment. "Sampo Landau-Koski, you have been a pain in my side since I joined the Silvermane guard, but you're my pain in the ass now, and mine alone. I love you," Gepard whispered as he opened his eyes again to find green staring right back at him, wide open in awe and slight disbelief.   "And you, Gepard Landau-Koski, are my rightful pain in the side, chasing me into snow drifts and risking your life to catch me when all you needed to do was get me at the right time, kiss me and tell me I'm yours," Sampo chuckled as Gepard laughed. "I love you too."   Gepard smiled up at him and pulled him back down into another kiss, short and sweet, as it should have always been. He squeezed Sampo's hand tight. "Those should have been our vows, it would have made my father furious," he laughed.   "Well, a boy's gotta disappoint his father sometimes," the bluenette hummed as he placed a kiss to Gepard's forehead. "Just you wait until he hears what I have planned for you~"   "Naughty! No!" Gepard squeaked as he hit Sampo's shoulder gently while he laughed at the reaction. It was exactly what he wanted out of his new husband, Gepard knew this but he had to react that way to get the idea out of his head. "And, besides. There's more to me you don't know."   "All the more to explore~"   "Shut up!"   They'd be fine. Mostly. If Gepard could get over his embarrassment soon and tell him. 

Composing a song

['dreamsulk']

Not Rated

전지적 독자 시점 - 싱숑 | Omniscient Reader - Sing-Shong, 崩坏：星穹铁道 | Honkai: Star Rail (Video Game)

Kim Dokja & Yoo Joonghyuk, Han Sooyoung & Kim Dokja, Kim Dokja/Yoo Joonghyuk, Han Sooyoung/Kim Dokja

Kim Dokja, Han Sooyoung, Yoo Joonghyuk, Bronya (Honkai: Star Rail)

How Do I Tag, Kim Dokja Needs a Hug, Jarilo-VI Spoilers (Honkai: Star Rail), Platonic Relationships, Hurt/Comfort

English

2023-05-05

Completed

2023-05-05

763

1/1

3

23

3

369

['bollybobby', 'koichii', 'Hexx_reader1942', 'Simpdedokja', 'tourmaline_qiu', 'YourFriendPuno', 'Lenkasashi', 'CatsCatsCatsCat', 'anista', '000oootantanooo000', 'Fyodors_Husbando', 'Gundeya', 'Kotofeila', 'El1_e', 'SpadianTimeMage', 'Maria_Thames_Alight', 'R_emerald', 'Lorzryn']

[]

“Are you sure?” Yoo Joonghyuk held Kim Dokja's back. “There's no way this little measly…design could be a real thing. It's not like it matters anyway, the real thing that mattered was designing it with you.” Kim Dokja reassured. He'd said these words a million times, but it was obvious he was upset over it. “I'll make it up to you.” Yoo Joonghyuk said, before running off like he always does. Kim Dokja chuckled. In his eyes, Yoo Joonghyuk was still just a child. A child who knew one too many about this world, after all, he was on a journey of becoming the next Supreme Guardian of Belobog. A few months later, on Kim Dokja's birthday, Yoo Joonghyuk insisted they meet up at their hang out spot because he had a special gift. “Kim Dokja.” Yoo Joonghyuk said. He looked endearing, just naturally saying others name name. “...Yoo Joonghyuk?” Kim Dokja answered nervously. “I…hope you like it.” He said, slightly blushing, as he gave Kim Dokja the guitar case. “What…is this?” Kim Dokja murmured, already knowing by instinct, of course, of course he remembered. “It's that guitar. The electric guitar we designed together. The one you couldn't make because the materials were too rare, I asked the Supreme Gua– mother to get some of them.” Yoo Joonghyuk scratched his neck, it was cute in a way. “Thank you. Really, you're– you're honestly a great guy, you know that? I love you, Joonghyuk-ah.” Kim Dokja said, slowly beginning to hug Joonghyuk. “I love you too. Really. I know what type of person you are and I honestly want to spend the rest of my life with you.” Yoo Joonghyuk said. “...No. It's– You'll have to leave me one day. You're the successor of the Supreme Guardian, Joonghyuk-ah. I can't stay by your side forever.” Kim Dokja responded, with a sorrowful sign. “Stay with me as long as you want to, that'll be enough.” Yoo Joonghyuk said, wanting to turn and look at Dokja's face, but he couldn't. He didn't need to. “...Okay. Just don't betray me, hehe.” Dokja joked, alongside a chuckle that held no humor. “I'd slit my throat before thinking of doing such a thing.” Yoo Joonghyuk said firmly. He wasn't lying, it was obvious. . . . Why? You didn't have to die alone. Why didn't you tell me beforehand? I could've helped. I'm sorry. Is it my fault? . . . “It's the anniversary of his death, sure, but that doesn't mean you have to be all sad! Come on, move on.” Han Sooyoung reached out to Dokja. He didn't take it. No, he couldn't take it. “He died for my sake. Of course I can't simply move on.” Kim Dokja insisted, ever since Yoo Joonghyuk had died, he'd been writing a song. It was about him. “That song…why do you write it?” Han Sooyoung put her hands on her knees. “So I never forget him.” Kim Dokja was always forgetful. He just didn't want to forget Joonghyuk. “...You idiot.” Han Sooyoung ran off to presumably get some food so he wouldn't starve to death. . . . “And, finally, the best song of the year award goes to In your shadows, by Kim Dokja!” Someone announced proudly. Kim Dokja had done it. He published the song. Everyone knew. It was for Yoo Joonghyuk. Bronya Rand even sent Dokja a package. It was filled with the things Joonghyuk and Dokja shared in their teenage years. He felt nostalgic, like Joonghyuk was still there. No. It's clear he wasn't. He too had to move on. But, could he really do that? He had to. . . . “A…trailblazer? That's what you wanna be?” Han Sooyoung tilted her head. “Mmh. Move onto new places. See the world.” Kim Dokja explained it, he thought it was a good idea. . . . “I changed my mind.” Kim Dokja giggled. “Why? It's not like I'd hate to have you, it's just–” Han Sooyoung tried to ask, confused. “I can't run away forever, Sooyoung.” Kim Dokja said, he was telling the truth. He had to live in the place Yoo Joonghyuk grew up in, live in the place Yoo Joonghyuk died in, but that would be history. “...Happy birthday, by the way.” Han Sooyoung scratched her neck awkwardly. It reminded Dokja of Joonghyuk. The way he told him he got the guitar for him. “I won't destroy the guitar.” Kim Dokja giggled. “Huh?” Han Sooyoung looked even more confused, she smirked, and just held Kim Dokja's shoulder. “Just reminded me of a time. I'm glad I have you here, Sooyoung.” Kim Dokja said endearingly.

Memory: Hedonism in Practice

['orphan_account']

Explicit

M/M

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

Caelus (Honkai: Star Rail)

Face-Fucking, Deepthroating, Exhibitionism, Crack Treated Seriously

English

2023-05-05

Completed

2023-05-05

2,209

1/1

140

14

2,248

['Heliocentric', 'mylifechoices', 'OmniMaiMage', 'Etyeje657i', 'skyavol11', 'Ren_f', 'Schatt', 'bleshy', 'Pancakes_shall_rise_up', 'caprisons', 'LollyBliz', 'BlueJaysAreCorvids', 'cheburashkaVlatakse', 'Erencii', 'Mizukitty', 'trickyrogue', 'epidemic', 'pianoob', 'big_pan_cake', 'grt', 'zens_x2sh', 'GrayGlass7', 'gemlion', 'little_miss_evil', 'Noxtorious', 'WenWen_08', 'artemom', 'Parzivalvale', 'hyacinthinium', 'Kotofeila', 'LillianeDeMalvrier', 'Anan0408', 'Aya_Kai', '19042002', 'ahxiao', 'c11tto', 'lionharrdt', 'Dubbeltrubbel', 'ashreadalot', 'Zenguinie', 'Wasabi_Childd', 'Qwertson', 'ScottAnderson', 'Miss_Yanfei', 'LightningArrow', 'exo_bangers', 'LlONSUN', 'Ramram_39', 'lovifiy', 'velvtlele']

[]

The memory bubbles had become a bit of an obsession.   Scattered all over the ship, they appeared completely at random in slightly in-the-way places.   Plugging in to the experiences and ideas of entirely different people (sometimes from seemingly alternate universes) was more invigorating and exciting than any app Caelus could download on his phone, to be honest. You never knew what you were going to get.   Sure, sometimes it was terrifying and confusing. And yeah, it could be perceived as invasive or dismissive to treat presumably real life experiences the same way you would a video game. But they were just hanging around the ship, in the way, so it was easy to excuse as doing a public service. No one else was doing it after all, which is a little odd , now that he thought of it. Why wouldn’t you want to slip into a moment frozen in time for a brief window?   This memory bubble was no different than any of the others, save a slight pink hue at the edges. Dan Heng and March 7th idled in the background, pulling out their devices to entertain themselves without even asking if he was going to interact with it. They were used to his shenanigans by now, and only ever seemed to care when it came to the treasures he sought in tin cans off ship (a true inconvenience).   He reached out and brushed his fingertips against the bubble, letting the cool surface pull him down, down, down. He noted that he oddly still regained his sense of self on this journey as his mind melded with the perceptions of his destination.   Suddenly, all at once, Caelus was slammed into the life experience of another being.   Instantly, he was overwhelmed by the quickening sensation of wet and warm around his cock, the jingling of bells, and a cacophony of slurping noises. A gasp punched its way out of him and his hand immediately gripped the head of whoever sucking his dick with abandon. He saw stars as they choked around his seemingly impressive girth.   Blinking rapidly, he was barely able to take in that the man whose hot mouth was wrapped around him was dressed as a court jester, and (he choked back a long groan as the jester swallowed him deeper without prompt) there seemed to be a full court in session.   This was not what Caelus thought he was signing up for, and a slight panic welled in his chest alongside the consciousness of his avatar that demanded he treat the jester as a toy. Before he could stop him (self?) his left hand joined his right in gripping his jester’s skull and, bracing his elbows on the arms of his throne, he began to piston his hips violently upwards. The sensation of the brutal fucking accompanied by the jingling of bells caught Caelus completely off guard and he moaned wantonly, feeling distant embarrassment as he heard it echo loudly in the marble hall. The people gathered below murmured excitedly as they mingled with eyes on their king.   He wondered for the first time if Dan Heng and March 7th were able to see any of the reactions he had to these experiences. He hoped not, as a shockingly feminine series of moans and pleas dropped from his lips.   The court jester choked around his cock and he quickly forgot what he had been wondering. Drool pooled on his pelvis as he slowed, shoving his cock finally all the way down the throat of this man he had never met, but that had served him in this way for years.   He laced his fingers and pulled, pressing hard on the back of the unnamed man’s skull to try to force even one more centimeter down the tight, tight throat that finally enveloped all of his thick length in a sweet burning heat that made him feel more animal that human. The groan that escaped him as he humped shallowly ever deeper escalated nearer to a yell as his servant began to choke and flinch from his member, squeezing and fluttering around his cock even more. Caelus was overwhelmed and scattered, unable to string together anything under the barrage of sensations as he shoved with all of his strength, as if he could force more in despite the lips that stretched fully around the entire root of his dick. The thought of providing respite never crossing his mind even as he pushed off that ridiculous hat to grip the full head of hair underneath.   It fell to the ground with a comical series of jingles that were lost in the coughing of its owner. It didn’t last, however; as soon as he took a deep breath he was sucking on the head of what Caelus could now confirm was a ridiculously massive dick. He felt something become unhinged within him as the jester powerfully sucked his way back down his length and forced him back past the entrance to his throat yet again.    Caelus shuddered, every pant that left his lips filling the halls with the sounds of his deep but lilting moans. He tightened his grip and lifted the jester, then slammed him back down to meet his rising hips, causing lewd gulping noises from below. Pull, slam, pull, slam. The complete motion gripping on and off his cock had Caelus’ eyes rolling back with pleasure. The people below inched closer to the dais that housed his throne, hoping for a better view but not wishing to appear overeager.   Why not give them a show , one of them thought.   With this, he violently ripped out of the throat that gripped him so well, and pushed the man attached to it towards a nearby table. He seemed to understand what Caelus wanted without asking, as he readily positioned himself on his back with his head hanging off the table. His mouth opened wide and Caelus whimpered at the image of a ready tongue dripping with drool as he lined himself up with the waiting passage. Distantly, he wondered what his toy’s name was but could not make himself care.   Calloused fingers gripped the man’s hair to pull him into a more accessible position and, finally, he pushed forward into the feel of scorching pleasure both wet and warm on his now air-cooled dick, basking in the sensation of a wiggling tongue and the sound of slurping. Caelus greedily eyed the throat he fucked shallowly into, feeling a sense of primal fulfillment and moaning his approval when he saw his cock widening its passage.   It was hypnotic, with every thrust the throat would bloat magically before his eyes. Without a thought, Caelus shoved himself as far down as he could and reached out to grip the neck wrapped around him. The groan that escaped his lips was more reminiscent of a whine than any he had personally made before in real life, but he didn’t have capacity to note this as he choked his dick through the flesh he had fucked his way into.   Panting and putting his weight on one hand, he experimentally pumped his tight grip around the windpipe that spasmed under his touch and was grateful for his forethought as his legs nearly collapsed from the new heights of tight-wet-hot rapture he was taken to. Propriety had left him long ago but he still screamed his new pleasure even louder as he jerked himself through the windpipe, whorish in his exaltations considering the crowd that gathered ever closer to provide their commentary.   Women whispered from behind open fans and men adjusted themselves uncomfortably or, in some cases, gripped themselves tightly with eyes glued to Caelus and his flesh puppet, whose impressive abilities began to wane as he choked suddenly.   Caelus magnanimously withdrew to give him air for but a moment before he was housed back in the grips of the throat and hand that he had now decided he was never leaving again. He gripped the throat tighter and felt the delicious resistance as his cockhead pushed past the trachea with every quickening thrust. Suddenly he was finally fucking the man’s gullet balls-deep and couldn’t stop once he heard and felt choking again. His balls slapped against his servant’s face as they spasmed with the need for air, soaked with the saliva that ran down from his dick in rivulets. The rhythmic sound and sensation was just as hypnotizing as the sight of his girth disappearing into the void of the mouth that he plundered, only to reappear in the expansion of the throat he gripped.   He tightened his grip to a bruising degree and thrust as fast as he could into the depths of the greatest pleasure he had ever known, chasing release with a near panic at how intense it was building. The bubble of ecstasy within him grew and grew like never before and he screamed his moans like a hedonistic slut and found even greater joy because of it. The way his sobbing moans bounced off the walls and the gripped way the crowd gazed at him hungrily, some panting along with his self-gratification.   The man began to tap his thigh gently, and then insistently, and before he could even register the sensations, his cockhead popped past his tightened grip in such a way that the bubble finally burst. Caelus stopped breathing and the universe stood still as his vision whited out from the pure full-body pleasure that wracked him in wave after wave, absurd amounts of semen shooting out and down the jester’s throat seemingly heightening his pleasure with every rope that left his dick, multiplied by the way it was eagerly guzzled down with force. At some point he was able to move again and so he did, continuing to fuck through the pulsating orgasm, chasing the highs he was now leaving behind as he was sucked and milked of every drop.   He moaned softly with each oversensitive thrust, unwilling to leave the mouth that had long ceased choking and instead begun drinking him down with large and satisfying gulps. The vacuum pull of every swallow brought stars to his eyes again and again even as his dick wilted slightly. He did not pull out. Every heart beat was a full body sensation that seemingly stemmed from his twitching and pulsing cock.   With a grunt he thrust his softened dick deeper still into his jester and parked there as he caught his breath, relishing the sensation of the man beneath him doing the same, throat fluttering as he fought for gulps of air but only found brief respite past the heavy penis on his tongue. Caelus found himself leaning back to address the mass of witnesses.   Words left his mouth but Caelus took no notice as the jester began eagerly suckling and mewling around his now overly sensitive member. His body began shallowly thrusting yet again, and he felt the familiar burn of escalation begin in his gut as his cock eagerly swelled to grow heavy and firm. Panic overtook him at the thought of that much pleasure taking over him again even as his body involuntarily began to shudder and rock back and forth with intent, but just as suddenly as the panic gripped him, the memory bubble he forgot he was in released him.   Instantly, Caelus collapsed on the cold metal floor of the ship, panting and trying to restrain the slight groans that tried to escape with every exhale, painfully aware of his companions behind him that rushed to his side even as he shook out an untouched orgasm as the experience hit his real body. The bubble before him popped as he bit his lip to bleeding, feeling his body mimic the shallow thrusts he had left the memory on, shooting rope after rope of cum to paint the inside of his slacks as March 7th’s hand landed on his shoulder. His dick pulsed hard and the sensation of wet stickiness and fabric on his oversensitive member almost punched a true moan free, but he choked it back with a well placed cough as he gripped his chest instead of his groin.   “I’m fine,” he said breathlessly. “A bit of an intense death there is all.”   March 7th looked horrified. “Do you need a minute?”   “A death, huh? That’s rare,” remarked Dan Heng with a quirked brow. “Maybe you shouldn’t just poke any old thing that catches your eye.”   As March 7th rounded on Dan Heng to disagree, Caelus knew Dan Heng didn’t believe him but he was still just grateful he could catch his breath now that it was over.   Right as relief welled in him, a flash of the sensation of being trapped in the grips of a throat crushed under his own palm surged through him and he bit his bleeding lip, wondering if he would ever be able to forget the heights of ecstasy the memory bubble had taken him to that day.   One thing was for sure, he was going to continue to poke every single one he saw. Out of curiosity. And duty to the ship. That’s all, he thought to himself as he discreetly moved his shirt to cover the stain blooming between his legs. Curiosity and duty.

Emergency Girlfriend

['Bung3665']

Not Rated

F/F

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

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

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

Fluff, Fluff and Humor, Hugs, Flirting, Bad Flirting, Dorks in Love, Minor Tesla/Welt mention, Stelle and March are idiots in love, Non-Consensual Hugging, Starch supporters rise up

English

2023-05-05

Completed

2023-05-05

1,929

1/1

30

508

48

4,938

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[]

“Uh…why are you hugging me?”    Stelle wasn’t necessarily opposed to it, but it was a rather sudden action from someone she had just met.    “Hehe, welllll….” Oh, there was definitely a blush on her face, “You looked like you needed one!”    March 7th’s fluffy pink hair swayed playfully as she spun around to gaze at the vast expanse beyond the space station’s walls, shooting Stelle side-eyes and subtle glances occasionally.    Even though it was painfully obvious that March kept looking at her, Stelle didn’t want to admit that she found it breathtakingly adorable regardless. She just met the woman for crying out loud!    Oh, but the hugs could definitely keep coming. Yes, they definitely could.    “Are you worried about me?” Okay, Stelle didn’t mean for it to come off as standoffish as it sounded.    March laughed cheerfully despite that, “Why wouldn’t I be? You’re going to be our new crewmate after all! And, um…” She trailed off, looking flustered.    “What is it?”    “D-don’t worry about your Stellaron or anything like that!” So that’s what this was about, “I don’t know what Herta or Asta told you, but you’re definitely going to be fine with us!”    This time, it was Stelle’s turn to laugh, “Okay, then I won’t.”    Uh oh, now March was pouting, “Hey, this isn’t a joke you know! I was worried because you looked a little out of it,” Stelle was starting to get the idea that March was far more precious than she had initially believed.    But that didn’t mean she couldn’t have a little fun with it.    “But now you look worried,” Stelle commented, a touch of smugness hidden underneath her words, “do you want a hug?”    “Sure, I don’t mind— hey, wait!” Stelle couldn’t help but start giggling, “You’re the one who needed the hug, not me! But now you’re saying I looked worried…so if I’m worried because you’re worried, then…?”    “Then come here,” March let out an adorable ‘eh?’ as Stelle’s arms wrapped around her, returning the warmth March had only given just moments earlier.    “For someone who likes shooting ice everywhere, you sure are warm,” Stelle ‘joked, or rather, flirted. Or tried to flirt.    Thankfully, March totally fell for it, “I-It must be because of the weather or something!” But they were in a space station.     Thankfully, March 7th, as Stelle had realized, was quite the dork (Stelle means this affectionately).    Stelle let go of March and grinned smugly. March, in response, hugged her back, lurching forward and hugging her tightly.    “Take that!” Was this a competition of sorts now?    “What is this, an emergency hug?” Stelle joked, though even her cheeks were beginning to heat up from the contact.    “Why not?” March quipped back, “Well, uh, haha…if you ever need an emergency hug, I’ll be there!”    Stelle hugged her back, the heat in her chest rendering her quieter than before, “S-sure, I’ll be waiting…” Maybe it was a bit of a bad idea to look through March’s room, but Stelle was curious and was only taking a little peek.    Gazing all over her room counted as a little peak.    Pom-Pom had told her that March liked to run around and never sat still, so Stelle was sure that March wouldn’t run into her here when she was just taking a simple peek at her room. Even so, she would rather not risk the embarrassment that would come from being caught in March’s room, so Stelle had her look around and left, not before tidying up the bed (it was like a tornado flew around the room before she came).    But, it was quite obvious that March really liked the color pink. Oh, and her PC was pretty nice. Stelle briefly wondered about what kind of games March would play, and then briefly wondered if any of them were multiplayer.    Returning to the group and Pom-Pom, Stelle sat down in wait for the next stop for the Astral Express’s journey through the stars. She gazed outwards, in deep contemplation considering all the craziness that had just taken place on Herta’s Space Station. And that was when March decided to conveniently show herself, bubbly springing right into Stelle’s view.    “Are you trying to catch the stars?” March giggled, “I’ve done stuff like that before.”    “But, it wasn’t stars, it was lights.”    “When I first woke up after being rescued from the ice, I could see clusters of stars in front of me. I reached out for them automatically, but they turned out to be the carriage ceiling lights,” March admitted.    Stelle listened patiently, soaking in every detail about the personal information March was telling her. The atmosphere turned a bit gloomy when March began to speak about how she knew nothing of herself, floating in space encased in Six Phased Ice, and what happened when she arrived at the Express.    Stelle felt sorry for prying into a subject that was obviously still sensitive for March to tread on, and that was when an idea came to her.    “Ugh, what am I talking about this for? Way to get everyone down, huh,” the cheerful expression March always donned was still present, but Stelle could see that it was more hollow if anything.    So Stelle opened her arms and hugged March.    Before March could speak, let alone utter a sound, Stelle wrapped her arms around March and held her close.    “You look like you need a hug,” Stelle murmured with a smile.    “Th-that’s supposed to be my line!” March complained weakly, “But, ugh…fine. Then, can we hug for just a bit longer?” She asked, unusually shy. March returned the gesture afterward, and Stelle soon found it hard not to smile with the warm, fuzzy feeling creeping up in her chest.   “We’ll get your memory back, definitely,” Stelle said, showing no signs of breaking away from the hug anytime soon.    “Hehe, oh you…” March whispered bashfully.    Much to Stelle’s disappointment, March eventually broke away, asking Pom-Pom for juice and preparing herself for an odd challenge. Stelle resisted the urge to frown because now the fuzzy feeling in her chest was gone.    As Pom-Pom had eluded to, March was going to try not to fall over while the Express made its jump, but while Stelle had no idea why March would make life harder for herself on the basis of ‘making her life eventful’, she found March’s chanting quite cute.    The countdown began, and Stelle screwed her eyes shut. The train began to pick up in velocity, and in a dazzling flash of light, it jumped through space itself and blazed across the sea of stars. As Welt had said, it was quite the experience. She stood up, disoriented, and tripped on something in the middle of the floor.    In the distance, Pom-Pom groaned, Himeko giggled, and Welt sighed, possibly thinking about what it was like to be young again.    “You should thank me for my amazing arm strength, or else that could’ve been painful…for me!” March huffed, holding Stelle’s shoulders. As expected of an archer, her arms were quite strong, so much so that she had avoided most of the impact by pushing her hands out and letting Stelle fall right into them.    “Thanks, March,” Stelle replied, grabbing March’s shoulders as well, “but are you going to let me go?”    “Hmm, I don’t knowwww~,” March drawled, “I kind of like it when you’re right here…”   Stelle blinked, being bold was supposed to be her thing.    Hmph, fine, two could play that game.    “Then I guess I’ll just have to make myself comfortable,” Stelle sighed, she slid her arms under March’s back, pulling the two closer together, “Yup, you’re as warm as ever.”    March averted her eyes, her face hot, “Hey Stelle, do you think everyone can see us right now?”    “Of course.”    “You weren’t supposed to just admit it?!’ March complained, “You’re lucky that I promised to give you emergency hugs…”    “And emergency catches?” Stelle asked smugly.    “That too,” March replied, pouting.    “It’s okay March, if you ever need someone to catch you. I’ll be there too,” Stelle smiled, lifting the two of them back onto their feet, “emergency hugs, emergency catches…what’s next?”    Emergency kisses? Stelle thought to herself. March’s lips did look really soft…she briefly wondered what kind of lipstick March used. Wait, it was way too early to be thinking about those kinds of things!   But what about…handholding-    Bad Stelle, very bad.    And yet, luckily for her, March was thinking the same things.    “Stelle!” March suddenly proclaimed, violently shaking the taller girl out of her (very down bad) thoughts, “If you’re ever cold or anything, j-just hold my hand! Okay cool! Bye!” And just like that, March ran off. That was a bit of an understatement, she looked like a blend of pink and blue as she dashed past Pom-Pom, and out of the main hall.    Pom-Pom looked at the door, and then back to Stelle, rather displeased, “Pom-Pom believes that…there needs to be a ‘no flirting’ rule on the Express,” Stelle laughed nervously and suddenly found interest in the stars beyond the glass windows of the Express.    “Why does Pom-Pom look so angry?” Dan Heng asked, having just entered the room, “And why did March sprint past me and into her room? What happened while I was away?”    “And also…” Dan Heng coughed, “You look to be quite flustered yourself, Stelle.”    Stelle shrugged, “There was a bunch of emergencies.”    His eyes widened, “Emergencies? Of what kind?”   “Oh, you know,” Stelle murmured, “the kind that needs hugs to fix.”    Dan Heng stared at her for a moment, “So…flirting?”    “You’re too blunt sometimes,” Stelle replied, essentially confirming his suspicions.    Off to the back, Welt sat down in a chair next to Himeko and smiled at the two, “It must be nice, being young and energetic like that again…I almost forgot how complicated kids can make their own lives just based on what they’re feeling.”    Himeko took a sip of her coffee, “Last I checked, you aren’t that old, Mr. Yang.”    “Ah, but these days I use a cane to get around,” Welt replied.    “Wonder what your wife would say about that?”    Welt suddenly shivered, “She would either love it or hate it, but generally, she never does like me acting old…though I am old,” the image of a lobster flashed through his mind.    “Maybe you could give those kids some advice on love,” Himeko suggested with a giggle, “since it seems that you’re in quite the relationship.”    “I don’t think our relationship and how any of it works is applicable to most people…” Welt trailed off, casting his eyes towards the stars.    “You know how relationships work, Mr. Yang?” Stelle asked, gazing at him curiously.    Welt laughed slightly, “Sorry, but as I said, nothing that could help you with your ‘emergencies’, as I hear you two like to refer to it as.”    Well, that was to be expected.    As she walked away with Dan Heng, she heard Welt and Himeko continue to talk to each other. And just before their voices died out completely…   “You know, one day, March will probably say that she’s her ‘emergency girlfriend’,” Himeko chuckled.    An emergency girlfriend…not a bad idea. Not a bad idea at all.    Maybe March 7th could be Stelle’s emergency girlfriend (so basically, her girlfriend).    But still, Stelle could’ve sworn that she heard something about emergency food on Herta’s Space Station…maybe it was through a game? She’d have to ask around about that later.    But for now, she wanted more hugs from March. 

Save Trailblazer By Giving Him CPR

['AmusedAndSleepy']

Explicit

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)/Reader

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

Kissing, Frotting, Masturbation, Non-Penetrative Sex, Spit As Lube, POV First Person, intended Caelus but can be read as x reader, sorry March 7th, just homies giving each other CPR no homo, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot

English

2023-05-05

Completed

2023-05-05

2,675

1/1

20

580

33

12,830

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[]

"Weren't his coordinates sent out from the space station...?" My head was ringing but I heard a male voice. And then a female one. "Who cares? He's here and alive. Does he look like a mannequin to you?" Are they talking about me? What are they even talking about? Mild dizziness was mixing with ringing. It felt way too similar to waking up with a bad hangover, though going through all the phases too fast. So maybe I'll be fine fast too? "Weak heartbeat and pulse," the male voice said again, "March, you better do CPR." March? Weird name. So the girl's name was March? Last thing I remembered was Kafka, this was definitely not Kafka. "Huh?" March laughed awkwardly. "I.. I've never done it before! Dan Heng, you do it!" March and Dan Heng. Maybe Dan for short? Was March's whole name March? Possibly. My head was ringing a bit less by now. What were they talking about again? CPR? Wait on me? But I'm- I groggily opened my eyes and March's voice ringed above me. "Wait, stop it!" But she was one second too late. Before I could properly see what's around me, I felt soft lips on mine. It was a gentle kiss, slow and all lips. Caring almost. This is absolutely not how you give CPR. My eyes focused and I saw a black haired guy in front of me. Dan, I assume. I only managed to give his lips a quick lick, instinctively almost, before he opened his eyes and let go of my mouth, backing away a bit. To my left I saw a pink haired girl, with her hand next to Dan's head, just about to push him away. March? Her face was a light shade of red. Wait, so I wake up and the first thing that happens is a hot guy kissing me? As if. Not fully believing I'm awake and not caring even if I am, I reached for Dan's head. I felt just how soft his hair was as I pulled him back to me, kissing him again, newly able to perceive it slightly better. The feeling of my lips on his was exciting, the thrill making my apparently weak pulse quicker. "Dan stop! I-" March squeaked, "I... haha...ha, um I just received an emergency mission, Arlan Is Lost, we'll meet when this person..." she looked at me, "recovers!" and she ran out of the room. I chuckled as Dan pulled away again, his face looking almost indifferent. "I don't think she approved of your CPR. What was her name, March?" Dan typed and sent something on his phone. "Yes, March 7th, and my name is Dan Heng, nice to meet you." His phone beeped before I had a chance to reply. "March will be waiting for us in the master control zone later, with Asta and the others." I looked at him as he put his phone back. "Nice to meet you for sure. I would give you my name but I forgot it, it's a long story. Anyway, do you greet everyone like this?" He stared at me bluntly. "You were in need of CPR and March did not want to be the one doing it." I chuckled again. Sure, March has never given it but seems like Dan didn't either. God, even if it was his first time, he had to know how to do it properly, right? Everyone knows, or not? "Yes because that's totally how you give CPR. I think you just wanted to kiss me~" I smirked at him. He thought for a bit and replied. "Possibly. I like to challenge myself." Wow, he straight up agreed? Interesting man, this Dan. "Not that I'm complaining, being kissed by a hot guy just as I wake up. I could get used to this." I'm not sure if it was my eyes messing with me but his cheeks gained a weak blush after hearing that. Maybe he enjoys both praise and a challenge? "Though it would be better to get kissed when I'm awake, don't you wanna try again?" I closed my eyes and jokingly puckered my lips, waiting for his reaction. But nothing came. I opened one eye and saw him hesitantly look to the side. Oh come on, don't back out when I’m conscious, Dan! I want to have my fun too. "Nothing? Not to your liking? I thought you wanted to challenge yourself, Dan Heng. Or if you wanna go kiss other sleeping people, feel free t-" His face barely changed, only a tiny frown appearing, but his lips were back on mine, shutting me up. He grabbed my hair almost too harshly, pulling on it as he attacked my mouth. The feeling almost had me moan a little. I parted my lips and kissed him properly, then gently touched his mouth with my tongue until he opened it too. He twitched a bit when our tongues met but then continued, now twice as enthusiastic as before. The slimy sensation was electric, sending the blood from my brain elsewhere. I needed more of him, more more- I pulled away and gasped for air. I couldn't remember the last time I've been with anyone (if ever, god I don't remember anything before Kafka) but it seems like it's been one day too long, and now I couldn't get enough. I looked at Dan and had to hold back a groan. His pupils were dilated, eyes unfocused and he was breathing fast. And oh fuck, his mouth. The thin lips were all red and glistening with saliva, some going down his chin, probably a mix of mine and his. "Fuck, you're so hot." I moaned. I really moaned out a sentence. The things this man was doing to me were unbelievable, I almost couldn't believe it. But then I looked at his pretty face, and suddenly I could. The corners of his mouth moved slightly upwards. "You are decent yourself." But I was already kissing him again, even sloppier this time. I don't know when my hands moved to his body but I was desperately holding and touching him now. Way too many clothes. I let out a frustrated sigh and fumbled with the zippers on his turtleneck. Jacket? Shirt? God knows, I don't and it's hiding way too much of his skin. I let go of his mouth and clumsily unzipped both of the zippers. It was as if his neck was begging to be attacked. I leaned down, gently bit a spot previously hidden and sucked. "Ngh~ that feels... Good." Fuck, is that why he keeps it hidden? I sucked harder and he whined a little. I felt myself getting lightheaded. The mixed sensations of sucking on his skin, then his sweet sweet moans and lastly his smell. My nose was buried in his neck, right under the chin, and it was all too overwhelming. He smelled part of sweat and mint, part sweet, and then a smell I can't describe. Smell that made me feel exactly the way his voice and face did, so incredibly intoxicating, like anything about him. Still nibbling and sucking his neck, I pushed him back until we were sitting the same, then he was leaning back, then resting on his elbows, all that while moaning so quietly it almost went unnoticed. Almost. I might've gotten lost in my thoughts for a tad too long because when I snapped out of it, he was pushing my head away. I released his skin, kissing it one last time before looking at it from further away. It was way darker than I meant for it to be. And not only that, my teeth left light marks too. It was going to stay for a long time. Whoopsie? Catching his breath, Dan looked at me. He was a mess, mouth slightly open, hair in his face and way thicker red blush on his cheeks. "What are you, a vampire?" I smirked at him. "Maybe. And what are you then? My beautiful maiden? Even though you were the one kissing me like a princess first. Your sleeping beauty, hmm? Oh fuck-" Before this, I moved him to his back, my knees by his thighs. Now, to shut me up, he brought one of his legs up and rubbed my dick with it. I didn't even realize just how hard I was because of all this, it was nearly painful. I cursed as the wave of pleasure went through my entire body and back, arms giving up in the process. My upper body fell right on his chest. The only reason I didn't fall fully was because of his leg that was currently rubbing against my crotch way too slow. "F-fuck Dan, mhmm-" He took pity on me, putting his leg back down, me going down with it. There we were, lying on each other exhausted, despite nothing happening quite yet. I was aware of my dick being hard as stone, but now, even with all the clothes between us, I felt he was in a similar situation himself. I partially got myself up and reached under myself, just far enough to get to his bulge. I grabbed him through the pants, feeling him. God I wanted him in his entirety. I started rubbing him fast from the start, enjoying how he tried to keep his noises down. Maybe I was a little too rough, yet he didn't complain.The contrast of his stoic face and his adorable whining was a delicious one. I kissed him again, feeling the vibrations of his moans, some still escaping when he moved in an unexpected way. I let go again, this time to unbuckle my belts. What a bad time to be fashionable. I could almost feel Dan laugh under me, despite his face still being closer to neutral. "Is this fine?" He just nodded. I finally got the belts open and pulled both my pants and my underwear halfway down my thighs. My dick sprang up, finally released from the tight prison. I sighed. It sure felt nicer this way. However, it was still begging for attention, almost leaking already. I reached for Dan's pants too and groaned. "I wanted to ask if I can get those off but what even is this, how do you get dressed in the morning?" He snorted and started to undress himself while I was trying to stop myself from grinding down on him and failing. Despite the fabric in between, it made me dizzy to touch his dick with mine and I couldn't stop myself. At moments I could swear I almost felt his twitch. After a short while, he grabbed my hand. I stopped moving my hips for a second and looked up, suddenly feeling flustered myself. I didn't notice him taking so many clothes off. His coat and hip accessories were gone, leaving the skin-tight top on. Surprising to me, it showed all of his arms. It felt so intimate to see any of Dan's skin, given how little his outfit showed just seconds before. The muscles on his arms were defined, a few scars littered on them. Or at least from what I saw on them, he still kept his glove which was honestly hotter. The bottom of his shirt was not tucked in his pants at this moment and I couldn't help it but slide my hand under, feeling his abs. This man was built like a statue. I tried to push the shirt up, I could only get it to his ribs but that was enough for now. Then my eyes slid lower. His pants were on but no longer was there anything blocking the goods inside. I unzipped them and looked at him. He nodded and I pulled them and his underwear down, just enough to show his dick comfortably. It was standing proud, the red tip from my previous abuse. My own throbbed at the sight. "Fuck, you're pretty, Dan." He looked embarrassed, his face still reddish and mouth almost looking as if he was pouting. I dived down to taste his lips once more, pressing our bodies and now bare dicks in the process. The kiss muffled our groans a bit, nearly not enough. My head was spinning even more than before, I barely registered my own hand squeezing our dicks and stroking them fast. Finally, the relief I needed, took us long enough. I lifted my head. Dan's eyes were closed again, but his mouth slightly open, panting and moaning under me. I couldn't help it but reach towards his face with my free hand. I stroked his cheek softly. "Are you.. ngh, trying to be romantic?" I chuckled. "I'm just enjoying the moment, is that wrong?" He probably wanted to say more, but I shut him up by speeding up my hand. It was unusual to do this with someone else. I was very much enjoying the double pleasure, despite my hand not being quite big enough to hold us both properly and the slide burning a little. I let us go, ignoring Dan's disappointed whine and spat in my hand. How curious, Dan no longer looked sad. I grabbed us again, the wet warmth nearly sending me over the edge. I spat more, to completely cover us both. The slide was smooth and faster. I closed my eyes, letting myself get engulfed by the feeling. At this point it wasn't too hard to imagine myself in him. I squeezed us harder, imagining thrusting deep in his mouth, or better, ass, his moans only helped with the visualization. Our paces were uneven, our dicks rubbing in unexpected ways, giving it an even faster feel. I wonder what face he would make if I thrusted in his throat? Would he tear up? Would he enjoy it? Would he take it without flinching? The thoughts stirred me on, slowly bringing me to the edge. Suddenly Dan let out a whimper. His whole body tensed under me, his hands squeezing my hips so hard it hurt. Even his back slightly arched as he threw his head back. He finished all over himself in a few, strong spurts. Trembling, his body relaxed and he only panted heavily now. I was so close but as if in a trance, I stopped, brought my head to his stomach and licked him. He was almost tasteless, only a little salty. This was Dan's cum. Just there, on his stomach. Because of me. Holy fuck. I kissed him one more time, making him taste himself as I furiously stroked myself. His orgasm had me weak already. My stomach grew warmer and my legs started to shake, my face right above his, panting hard. One last needed stroke and my mind went fully blank. Whatever noise I made could probably be heard from rooms away. My hand didn’t stop and I kept spilling onto him blindly, until the feeling slowly but calmly went away. Few last drops of my cum fell down as exhaustion set in. But the pleasant kind. I opened my eyes. Dan looked absolutely fucked. Eyes closed, breathing hard, a mix of our cum pooling on his stomach, some stray splashes even in his chest, one on his cheek. His skin was red and sweaty, except for that single hickey. I should've given him a hundred of them. I almost wanted to retrieve my phone and snap a pic of him but hey, that would be rude and if I'm lucky, I might get to see him like this again. One last time I leaned down and gave him a gentle, princess-like kiss. "Don't fall asleep here, my sweet maiden~" He tried to rub some of the cum off his shirt, soon giving up and zipping up the turtleneck. Then he looked at me, thinking. "I suppose I should leave out some details when updating the data bank entries. For everyone's sake." The hickey was right above the collar of his shirt, not hidden in the slightest.

Arms tonite

['tuiandla']

Teen And Up Audiences

Gen, M/M

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

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

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

Nightmares, Hurt/Comfort, fast paced, Gepard is worried, But Dan Heng is like nah it ok, ( it is not in fact ok), Not Beta Read, Literal Sleeping Together

English

2023-05-05

Completed

2023-05-05

1,316

1/1

3

120

9

1,420

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[]

Dan Heng's room was warm and cozy . It was not how Gepard imagined it however , the first thing he noticed when he walked in the room was the fact that there was not a bed in sight , instead a futon laid on the ground . Books were scattered all over the room , even on the futon , in the indents of the walls fully packed bookshelves were present , that explains the books scattered all around . Simply put the room was a mess and Dan Heng did not really bother with it , which sort of makes sense because most of his time is spent outside the Astral Express. The futon is quite small as well , with one pillow sat snugly on it, it's a perfect set up for Dan Heng, knowing his rather short stature, but not so much for Gepard's. The two tried laying down together on the futon, Dan Heng on his back and Gepard on his side but needless to say Dan Heng was still squished in-between Gepard and his cabinet table, it was a little uncomfortable at first but Dan Heng did not say anything. He actually fell asleep without another word . Gepard barely noticed as he kept mumbling about other things , talking about Belobog and his childhood. Dan Heng just listened attentively before slipping into the world of unconsciousness. Dan Heng's face looked oddly peaceful . Gepard could make out the faintest smile on his sleeping face . Gepard heard from March of Dan Heng's reoccurring nightmares and night terrors ,even so ,Gepard understood that he's a heavy sleeper , that he has slept for a whole day and in his words ,' would do it again'. Somehow he survived and is still surviving this odd cycle of life that has been predestined to him. Once a mysterious man , always a mysterious man . Gepard wishes he could know more about his past but at the same time maybe not bringing it up would be a much better idea. When he feels like revealing some big secret he will do it on his own accord. For now , Gepard wants to spend the last few hours before the Astral Express' departure with Dan Heng , sleeping.. problem is that he cannot seem to get a wink of sleep , he's tried closing his eyes and thinking about something else , counting to 100 and other methods that might help one sleep but no- he's just not used to going to sleep at this hour. Usually he'd be out patroling around this hour , he had a messed up sleeping schedule, but that was only go be expected as the captain of the Silvermane Guards. He deserves a break now after all that went down ,but deep down he's kind of worried about how the guards will act without him in command , even for a single night.. Now is no time to think about it though. He takes another look at the sleeping TrailBlazer and decides to leave those thoughts for later, for now , he wants to simply rest alongside him . The blanket barely covers him , his back is left almost entirely exposed , half of his body is also not on the futon , but he feels weirdly at home . Gepard extends his arm and touches Dan Heng's face lightly, caressing his cheek and Dan Heng does not stir an inch. Gepard smiles like an idiot at the sight in front of his eyes and places his hand on top of Dan Heng's head, running his fingers through his soft hair. He can hear Dan Heng's slow breathing, it sounds nice , soothing..he doesn't want to wake him up though. He places his hand on his chest instead , underneath the blanket , a steady heartbeat beats under his palm. He closes his eyes and thinks of nothing, everything is suddenly alright, these TrailBlazers came out of nowhere and flipped his whole world upside down in a short amount of time that it's unbelievable. His hand remains steady and so does Dan Heng's heartbeat, Gepard could swear the he's hearing him say something under his breath but it's unintelligible . Most likely sleep talking, this one March had not told him about . Unless he's actually awake .. Gepard opens his eyes to look at his face and no, he is clearly fast asleep, though his lips part in an attempt to say something. Silence overwhelms the room as Gepard feels Dan Heng's breathing become more rapid , he tries rubbing a soothing hand around his chest- to no avail as expected , he does not know what to do in these types of situations. Is he having one of those nightmares March was taking about ? If that's the case , he shouldn't try forcing him to wake up. But what else is he supposed to do in this scenario? Gepard watches as Dan Heng's face turns from calm to panicked ,sweat beads are forming on his forehead as he keeps struggling against whatever is trying to drag him into a hellish dreamscape. Just before he could raise his hand from his chest , Dan Heng's own hands wrap around his arm . Gepard let's out a pitiful ow at the sudden movement . Dan Heng's heart is racing as he even begins to squirm , having never dealt with something like this before, he's left awestruck , he wants to help Dan Heng , he does , but he simply doesn't know how . With his free hand he places a hand atop the TrailBlazers' forehead , brushing his black dampened hair to the side. When did it get this bad ? Just last minute he was sleeping peacefully and then it just all went downhill. Had he done something to trigger this ? " Dan Heng!" He shouts. Dan Heng, of course , does not respond , he's still squirming and trying to catch his breath , a bunch of jumbled up words come out of his mouth at some point , again , unintelligible. The grip on his arm loosens as Dan Heng's eyes open wide suddenly, with a gasp he sits himself up- headbutting Gepard in the process. His mouth is wide open and more beads of sweat are clearly forming on his reddened up face. Gepard notices the way his hands grasp at the blanket tightly- is he still in a daze ? " Dan Heng," Gepard tries again , with a much softer tone this time. " Gepard?" Dan Heng questions with a small voice , his gaze still fixated forwards. " That's me." He looks pale and his eyes are widened like a deer's that got caught in the headlights. His eyes scan the surroundings quickly, a single sigh leaves his lips as he probably takes notice that he is in fact in his room and not somewhere else where he might he in immediate danger . " Sorry , didn't mean to scare you," He says bluntly. Gepard rubs the back of his neck awkwardly, why the hell is /he/ apologising? It's not like he can control it.. but if it makes him feel better then.. " It's alright," Gepard replies quickly, placing a hand over Dan Heng's back . Dan Heng let's out a shaky breath , finally taking a glance at the captain. " That happens quite often , the others have gotten used to it.." Dan Heng tries explaining. There's no need to give out an explanation though , everyone has had nightmares at some point , it's part of human nature to be afraid of something afterall. " Do you want to talk about it ?" Dan Heng blinks and a deafening silence fills the room . A no then. Huh , that usually worked with Lynx. " Just go back to sleep and pretend it didn't happen ," Dan Heng says , choosing to not respond to Gepard's question , he lays himself down to the last position he was in. Gepard lays down as well , there was no use in pushing him. As Gepard tries getting comfortable , Dan Heng moves just a tad closer, placing his face against the man's clothed chest . " Sleep now, I'm gonna be fine..worry about yourself."

Silver dreams & purple butterflies (One Shot)

['Max_inee']

Not Rated

F/F

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

Bronya/Seele (Honkai: Star Rail)

Seele (Honkai: Star Rail), Bronya (Honkai: Star Rail), Stelle (Honkai: Star Rail), March 7th (Honkai: Star Rail), Dan Heng (Honkai: Star Rail), Gepard (Honkai: Star Rail)

Spoilers, spoilers for the story quest, Mother Issues, Bronya has traumas <33, Hurt/Comfort, Angst, pov: ur mother dies after committing crimes against ur country and you get nightmares about it, love gay people

English

2023-05-05

Completed

2023-05-05

3,301

1/1

9

134

15

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“I can’t thank you enough…for everything you’ve done for this world and my people.” Bronya’s voice echoed against the chiseled walls of the large office her mother used to occupy, the group of outsiders in front of her. March smiled, “Oh please !” she started, her voice ringing cheerfully inside the office. “It’s what we do !” She turned to the silver haired woman beside her. “That was quite the first trailblazing adventure huh Stelle?”. The latter nodded at March’s comment before facing the new Supreme Guardian, “I’m sorry…we promised you everything would go back to normal but…” Stelle continued, guilt lingering in her voice. Dan Heng sighed, his expression as serious as ever, “We’ve talked with our teammates in charge of sealing the Stellaron…Bronya, there’s little chance that your planete’s restored to its previous state, and if there is it’ll be centuries if not more.” The guardian stayed silent for a minute, a puzzled look on her face. The outsiders explained that the influence of the Stellaron was far too rooted and the chance of things improving were scarce. “I’m so sorry Bronya…” Stelle’s voice was barely above a whisper and yet the guardian could hear the clear remorse in her voice. Bronya shook her head, “Please don’t.” Bronya interrupted,"You’ve done more than enough. I couldn't ask any more of you.” The guardian replied, offering the worried one a reassuring smile. They talked a bit more, about the future of the city, of its people, and of how to proceed next. Promises were made again, the trailblazers will return when this world needs them again. But the guardian knew that was a facade, as Stelle and March shared a wink with one another, a failed attempt at discrecy earning them a lengthy, tired sigh from their companion. A silent promise to visit more regularly then they should but until then, she was going to miss them dearly. And now, after centuries of torment, her world was saved, Belobog’s freedom was now secured from harm’s way, the people on a good path to unisson after decades of being divided. At last peace was within reach, it never felt closer actually. Yet Bronya couldn’t shake that awful dread inside of her. Was she ready to lead these people ? Being a commander was one thing but the Supreme Guardian they deserved, that they needed her to be ? Of course, she knew one day it’d come to this, that one day she’d have to take her late mother’s place, but like this ? How could Bronya go on with a straight face bearing the heavy burden of secrecy. Her mother’s crimes, her attempt to destroy everything for some foolish dream and fake promises. How could she possibly lead when the memory of her mother’s death was still carved in her memory, appearing everytime she closed her eyes. Now she stood in her office, Bronya felt like the Eternal Freeze was raging inside her chest instead, numbing her heart and lungs. As if now she had become one with the storm outside of her beloved city. The new guardian let herself fall on the wooden cushioned chair, her legs finally giving out under her after hours of keeping appearances. Unconsciously, she leaned forward on the curved desk. “Qlipoth give me strength” she whispered, hoping the amber lord the Architects worshiped would heed her words. Bronya took the rest of the day arranging the end of the restrictions, mountains of paperworks and reports of the damages piling on her new desk bit by bit. However try as she might, the guardian couldn’t seem to keep herself focused on the task at hand. Her mind reeling out of control like a train out of control. Eventually a knock dragged her out of her reverie. The firm knock resonated on the massive wooden door of the office, “Lady Bronya ?” Gepard’s voice quickly followed, piercing the silence. The lady took a minute to settle, arranging her messy desk and herself as well before responding. “Yes come in, captain.”The door opened, the silvermane guard nodded to his subordinate, a silent order Bronya recognized well enough. “Sorry to trouble you Supreme Guardian,” He started. “This…lady requested to speak with you,” Gepard moved to the side, revealing the newcomer. Sure enough, the guardian rose from her chair. “Ah, yes, thank you captain.” Bronya quickly joined the pair handing the guard a sheet of paper, “These are the next patrol orders for the day and tomorrow along with notes for Pela, if you’d be kind enough to pass on the info.” The guard nodded, bowing slightly as he dismissed himself. “How can I help you, Seele ?” The guardian’s voice echoed in the massive room as she slowly made her way back to her desk. The underworld woman followed, “I…wanted to make sure you were doing alright.” she paused a second, her deep indigo eyes focused downard, “And what you’ll do about the underworld…now you’re the one calling the shots.” Bronya sucked in a breath, thinking of the best way to answer the hot headed woman, “Well…as of now there are…other priorities at hand but-” “Priorities ?” Seele cut her off, offense sharp in her voice, her arms crossed over her chest as she leaned against the large bookshelf behind her. If looks could wound people, Bronya would be as good as dead by now, Seele’s gaze previously hesitant now filled with frustration. “What do you mean ? Are you saying rebuilding the underworld isn’t one of your ‘priorities’ ?” “Of course not !” Bronya quickly protested, making her way toward the wildfire member, regretting her choice of word. “I’m just saying we have limited assets, and we need new parameters.” She tried to explain, hopefully correcting herself enough. Seele scoffed, “Assets…parameters…” She repeated with an annoyed chuckle, “You sure love your fancy words.” Shit…Bronya cursed herself, only making the situation worse. The Supreme Guardian opened her mouth to try and fix her mistake but the purple haired woman didn’t let her, “Ugh, forget it. Leave it to me.” Seele added coldly, “I’ll go down myself.” “Come on, Seele !” Bronya protested, inching closer, “I won’t leave you to-” before she could finish, the woman before her pointed toward the window, her eyes no longer harboring anger but surprise “Look Bronya !” her voice now resonated with excitement as she pointed to the shooting star, like a young child looking at the stars for the first time. Bronya got closer to the window, letting her hand rest on the glass as she admired the departure of her new friends. Seele walked up, joining the guardian’s side, “There’ll be plenty of difficulties waiting for them, right ?” Bronya nodded, “Yes…their future is filled with even more uncertainty than ours.” she turned to Seele, a soft smile on her face, “But…we will prevail here. Even if it means arguments like this going on forever.” The woman smirked, “They won’t go on forever if I win them !” She replied light heartedly, earning a chuckle from the guardian. “I’m sorry Seele. I promise you we will rebuild the underworld as soon as we can.” Seele sighed, “I’m sorry too, I went a bit fast, it's just…hard to trust…” “Me ?” Bronya answered with a gentle yet pained smile. Though she didn’t blame Seele’s caution towards her and the overworld. The underworld woman shook her head, “It’s hard to trust the overworld all together. For decades we’ve been closed off and…no one cared. Not the silvermane guards, not the Supreme Guardian, not the citizens. No one cared for us, we didn’t live down there…we survived Bronya, and a lot didn’t make it.” The guardian let out a sigh, guilt heaving down on her shoulders, adding to the weight she carried, “I’m really sorry Seele.” Her words barely above a whisper, the sound of Bronya’s voice floating in the air like a secret blown in the wind. “I swear to you, I will do better, I’ll make sure the underworld citizens don’t survive but thrive.” Seele smiled, a soft, gentle smile. One Bronya never seen before, not on the underworld woman at least. “We’ll see about that princess.” The purple haired teased. “In the meantime, I should head down. I don’t want to interfere with your work any longer.” “Actually…” Bronya stopped her, “I cannot seem to focus on paperwork so…if you want, we could discuss what we could do for the underworld when we have the resources.” Seele nodded, joining the guardian at the other side of the desk. The day flew quicker now, perhaps because Seele’s company made work easier somehow or because Bronya had to explain a lot of basic paperwork, procedure and protocol that rhythmed the daily life of both commander and Supreme Guardian. Seele let out an exaggerated sigh, “You deal with this kind of work everyday ?” “Since I’ve been commander, pretty much yes.” Bronya answered, her eyes focused on the paperwork at hand, filling it out neatly. She turned to the latter, “If you’re tired we could stop for the day.” The guardian added, noticing Seele yawning her head off, who nodded at the proposition. “Very well. I’ll have a room arranged for you then.” The supreme guardian replied, trying her best to hide the amusement in her voice. “A room ?” Seele repeated, her eyes widening at Bronya’s words. “Well yes ? You’re exhausted. I’m not letting you walk all the way down to the underworld in that state, there are still monsters around.” The guardian replied firmly, not really leaving the latter a choice. “Besides, it’ll be easier to work on this rebuilding project if you don’t have to do the trip every day and night.” “Makes…sense.” Seele replied, cutting herself off with another yawn, “Well…I’ll wait here then.” “No you are not !” Bronya protested. But before she could say anything more, Seele continued, “I am. You said you’ll have a room arranged, meaning right now, there’s no room.” She smirked, a hint of pride hidden in her smile, “Besides, I want to make sure you’re not overworking yourself to death.” The guardian sighed, defeated. Soon enough, Seele’s room was made ready for her and Bronya discharged herself for the day. She waved goodnight to the other woman before walking to her own chamber. Her body felt so heavy and aching for rest at last after days of fighting and restless nights. Finally she could return to the comfort of her mattress, the familiar scent of her room, the comfort of home. An empty home. It didn't take her long to slip into slumber or at least she thought. Sunray hit her face soon after she laid her head, she could hear the sound of curtains being drawn open, a muffled, yet familiar voice calling out to her. The girl covered her face with the duvet of her bed, grumbling at the sudden light disturbing her. “Now daughter, there’s no time to be lazy !” Bronya sat straight up in her bed at the voice calling to her. “Mother ?” she replied, choking on the words, feeling tears rise in her eyes, “Are you…How ? I thought we…the Stellaron ?” She stuttered, unable to comprehend the scene before her. Her mother stood there, alive and well, as if nothing never happened, as if she didn’t die right before Bronya’s eyes. Was it all a bad dream ? Did they really save Belobog at all ? Cocolia walked to the other woman’s bed, slowly lowering herself, sitting on the side of the mattress, “You seem troubled dear.” Her voice was more gentle, almost more loving and caring than Bronya ever heard, it felt…strange. “Are you sick perhaps ?” The late guardian questioned, placing a gentle hand on her daughter’s forehead. Her skin against Bronya…it felt real, like she was really there. The lady broke down in sobs, almost tackling Cocolia off the bed, squeezing her body tight, as if to make sure she was there and not a figment of her cruel imagination. “Aw there there my darling.” The woman comforted, tenderly patting Bronya’s back as she sobbed like a small child. “There’s no need to play victim now, is there daughter ?” The room felt cold, not as inhospitable and unwelcoming, no. It felt like it was snowing inside the chamber. Bronya gasped, suddenly finding it hard to breathe, her mother’s squeezing her tighter and tighter, her arms as cold as ice, and as she looked upon them she could see little crystals and thin layers of ice form on her mother’s limb. “After all…you did this. You killed your own mother.” Bronya froze in place, as if her predecessor had turned into a statue of ice. She tried to pull herself free from the freezing grasp to no avail, “Mother…please I cant breathe…” Bronya pleaded, trying her best to break free, but everytime she applied force against the icy arms, the tighter they held on. “You dared defy my orders, you joined forces with outsiders and underground scum, you murdered your own and only family and you dare take my place and pretend to grieve you little backstabber…” Cocolia’s cristaline voice echoed against the young lady’s skull, each word a frosted dagger in her chest. “You killed your own mother and for what Bronya ? A handful of underworld scum and a pair of pretty eyes ?” Bronya’s heart raced inside her chest “Mother please…” The heir cried louder now, her tears rolling down her cold face at her mother’s cruelty “I never meant to hurt you !” she pleaded, her voice breaking under the sobs, “This wasn’t supposed to happen please…you were going to destroy everything we had to.” Bronya cried out, heart heavy with grief, bleeding out in her chest filling it to the brim with a mixture of bitter regret, anger and true agony. As she resisted, protested and fought her mother’s words, she could feel a pair of strong hands grasping her freezing arms, this one warm, almost enough to make her mother’s ice melt instantly. Before the phantom could torment her any longer, the pair of hands shaked her lightly before cupping and gently tapping her cheek. A blinding light made its way to Bronya’s face, as if she had been transported directly to the brightest star there was in the pitch black darkness of space. A beacon of warmth glowing onto the guardian. Bronya could hear a voice, a worried, scarred voice call out to her, faint, as if it was miles and miles away. She struggled to move, but the call was strong. So strong it gave her strength to run to it. The sound of her footsteps echoed in the pitch black, starless sky as she followed the mysterious voice and the light. Eventually she came to the edge, falling down from the edge of the empty landscape as if she had reached the end of the cruel cold world. Bronya closed her eyes shut tight, terrified of what will come next and expecting the end of her descent. She gasped for air, sitting straight up in her bed, the beacon of light no longer blinding her. Bronya finally opened her eyes, she was back in her chamber, panic rising in her chest as she could feel hands cupping her face but those felt different, unlike her mother’s icy touch, this one was tender, gentle, warm...The skin against hers rough and worn. “Seele ?” The woman’s indigo eyes were filled with terror, a worried yet relieved smile making its way to her face, “Yeah ! Yeah it’s me !” She replied softly as to not scare the heir any further, “I was walking around the corridors and I heard screaming and whimpering so I thought something bad was happening to you and-” Bronya didn’t let her finish, pulling Seele in a tight embrace. The wildfire girl let out a surprised gasp at the heir’s sudden closeness. The guardian couldn’t help but burst into sobs, her whole body shaking. In a matter of seconds, Bronya could feel Seele’s arms wrapping around her, gently squeezing her, “Hey come on princess ! You’re tougher than some random nightmare !” The woman gently teased. Bronya chuckled at the attempt of light hearted humor. Slowly she calmed down. Seele had taken the initiative, nudging herself on the guardian’s bed. Bronya let her, too tired to even think of protesting, she just wanted comfort. Thankfully, the wildfire member provided, no question asked. Seele had wrapped her arms around the guardian as the latter rested her head in the crook of her neck and her legs over hers. “Doing better ?” Seele questioned, hints of worry in her whispered words. Her voice soft, gentle, almost intimate. Bronya would be lying if she said it didn’t make her heart flutter a bit. She didn’t say anything back, only nodding silently to the other’s question. Seele hugged her a bit tighter, adjusting herself so she was a bit more laid back, her eyes stuck on Bronya. The guardian looked up at the woman, anxiety painted her face, illuminated by soft moonlight. Bronya sucked in a breath, “I…saw my mom…in the dream I mean.” she started, her voice barely above a whisper, imitating Seele’s volume, sparing her voice from cracking. “She was saying those…horrible things to me about how I killed her in spite of strangers, scum and…” she stopped, remembering her nightmare’s choice of words…pretty eyes now stuck on her, listening attentively to every phrase. “She was so cold and…hurting me so much.” Bronya’s soft voice cracked in sobs. She didn’t want to remember her mother like this. Like an angry, irrational monster. She wanted to remember the adored leader, the good mother that raised and loved her, before it went all down to flames. Seele held her close. Her steady breath an anchor for Bronya, keeping her grounded. “I…was terrified.” The wildfire girl eventually replied, gently stroking the latter’s silver hair, “When I heard you from outside your room, I thought you were being attacked.” Bronya stared, taken aback by the sudden vulnerability Seele showed, “I thought I wouldn’t have been able to keep my promise that I’d lose-” She stopped, almost as if she was about to spill a secret she shouldn’t. The guardian listened carefully, her silver eyes stuck on Seele. “I thought I was going to lose you. It terrified me.” She admitted, her harms holding on just a bit tighter. Bronya sucked a breath in, nuzzling closer in the embrace. The guardian could feel the other’s heartbeat, she could hear it thump against her chest, a steady, constant rhythm comforting her. “I’m glad you came to save me…again.” She simply replied, fatigue slowly gaining her. “Me too…” Seele replied, still stroking the silver hair of the heir. Bronya looked up for a second, taking her free hand, interlocking her fingers with Seele’s. For a second she swore she saw her cheeks flare up but instead of commenting on it, the guardian gave the hand in hers a light squeeze, “Stay then…” Bronya started, her voice hoarse from tiredness and sobbing. “Keep your promise and save me when I’m in danger, even from myself.” She added, looking up at the pair of pretty eyes that looked right at her, with a whole new tenderness Bronya never saw before. Seele gave her a smile, making herself comfortable in the massive bed, now laying down and keeping the guardian close. “Of course princess.” Seele’s voice grew quieter, Bronya could feel herself slip away as the other kept on talking sweet, comforting words, funny little stories from her childhood with Natasha. Soothing her and lulling her to peaceful slumber at last. Rebuilding the world was going to take time, but at least she wasn’t alone anymore.

You owe me a favor you know. (Caelus x Sampo)

['orphan_account']

Explicit

M/M

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

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

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

How Do I Tag, Oral Sex, Deepthroating, Porn With Plot, Deviates From Canon

English

2023-05-05

Completed

2023-05-05

2,227

1/1

3

151

8

5,440

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Caelus sighs as he once again is talking sweetly for another favor. “Come on, pal, just this once more. Pleaseee!” Sampo winks while holding his hands together. “It’ll be a quick one! Not more than a day long! Promise!” He sounds convincing, if he had been selling trash cans he’d hit #1 sales everyday. Caelus has an expression that is not amused. He’s heard his favors many times before, and all of them end up being him doing the dirty work, and Sampo standing back chatting up some other poor man. “No.” Caelus says this in a blank expression, he is not going to be working and fight for an entire day again with rewards that could only be described as a slap to the face. “Buddy, please just do this one for your friend!” Sampo still is trying to use the same tactics. “Fine. if you’re not going to do it, then some people will get hurt! You don’t want some miners to get hurt from doing this job instead of you right?” There it was. The one thing that could convince the hero of Belabog and the Underground. “Fine. But the rewards better not be horrible. The last time you gave me a reward for doing one of your “favors”, you gave me 2500 credits and a coupon to become a fighter in the Fight Club. Who gives out a pass to become a fighter at a fight club as a reward?” Caelus looks frustrated, takes a deep breath, and opens his eyes. “Lead the way, Sampo.” Caelus says this in a regretful manner. “I knew you’d come around buddy!” Sampo looks happy again, “Follow me!”. Sampo leads them to an open area that has a few vagrants, but it doesn’t seem to be just them. Caelus looks around carefully, scanning the open area, “Sampo, be careful, there’s an unusual amount of mining tools for the amount of vagrants we see.” Caelus puts his hand out to stop Sampo from running into something. However, he only met air. Sampo was missing again. “Oh for the love of-” A vagrant screams seeing him and begins running after him with their shovel. “Looks like I’ve got no choice.” Caelus stands up and dashes towards the vagrant, and summons their bat and slams it forward. The vagrant stops before being hit in the head with a bat. Another vagrant sees what happens and opts to use a gun instead, aiming it towards me no hesitation. Caelus notices the gun and throws his bat at the vagrant. The gunner does not see the bat, but feels the bat hit them and they fall to the ground. The gunner reaches for the gun when a man runs out of a cave holding something. It was Sampo, being followed by a creature that is tall, looks like it has a hard shell, and yellow. “Buddy! I think I brought something that I cannot figure out how to kill! If we don’t kill this thing, it’ll get to town and wreak havoc!” Caelus is taken aback by how large that creature was, and picks up his bat. “Rules are made to be broken-” He charges up his bat and hits the creature full strength, but a singular dent was made onto the spider-like thing’s legs. The creature stops chasing after Sampo and spots Caelus. The spider thing chases after Caelus, swiping its front legs forwards trying to kill him. Caelus looks at Sampo… who is gone. Again. “Sampo you absolute piece of trash!” Caelus charges up his bat again, but this time more furious that Sampo abandoned him again, and whacks the spider-like creature’s leg. Harder than before, destroying the shell and having its leg spurt out what Caelus thinks is its blood. The creature collapses to the floor and screams louder, but after each scream it becomes more quiet, until there are no more screams coming from the creature. Sampo comes up from behind, “Thanks buddy!” Sampo is smiling happily, and Caelus is giving the opposite facial expression. Sampo puts his hands up, “H-hey there is no need for any hostility! Look! We got the job done!” Caelus is angrier now, “We?! You basically threw me down here, and disappeared!” Caelus walks away, not even wanting the reward anymore. Sampo runs along, trying to catch up to Caelus. “C-come on! It wasn’t THAT bad. Don’t be so angry, friend!” Caelus ignores him and continues walking back to town while Sampo follows along. Upon arriving in town, Caelus is stopped by many people wondering about the screams that were heard earlier. “Ask Sampo, it’s ‘his’ anyways.” The people turn to the man behind him, and flood him with questions while Caelus walks away and looks back to Sampo, and winks. “Ce-Caelus, don’t leave me here! Caelus!” Caelus kept walking, singing a happy tune as he walked to the hotel to report back to the Astral Express. Caelus opens up his room for the night, and jumps into bed. Big mistake. The bed is hard and now his body hurts more. “Whatever…” Caelus rolls over and opens up his phone and texts the trio group chat. Cael: Sampo forced me into another mission today… March: L bozo Danheng: L bozo Cael: Ok screw you too ig March: What was it about this time? Cael: Something about some vagrants and a giant creature. I don’t know how it happened but it was annoying. Danheng: That “creature” doesn’t do anything, it wasn’t harmful, it was kind of good for killing roaches though. It ate a LOT of roaches. Cael: Crap. I killed it. Danheng: You what? March: Now that’s stupidity. Cael: I’m gonna be staying in the underground for tonight, I’m exhausted. Danheng: That’s why you decline his requests. March: Sampo isn’t really going to harm people in the first place. Cael turns off his phone, “Damn, maybe I shouldn’t have contacted my friends.” He gets up and changes his clothes to something more comfortable. He was about to go to bed when a knock on the door occurred. “Buddy, you in there?” “Damn it. It’s only been 5 minutes, how did he get away from the crowd so quickly?” Caelus wonders. He hesitates to open the door, but an idea comes into his mind, and so, he opens the door. Sampo is standing in the doorway, sweating and looking tired. As if he just ran a marathon- well he probably did to get away from the crowd. “Buddy! So glad you opened the door, look I’m sorry about the commission. Here, the rewards.” Sampo holds out 15000 credits. Caelus is surprised by him actually paying, “S-Sampo, you actually paid someone?!” It was already too late though, Caelus wanted to still punch him in the face if he could. “Friend, of course I would pay you. Anytime!” Lies. Those are all lies and Cael knew them too. A tiny smile forms on Caelus’ face and he asks, “If I reject this, then would that mean that you would still owe me a favor?” Sampo’s face falls into confusion as he looks up and sees Caelus’ smile. “Uh, no? I don’t think that’d be fine. Haha.” Cael’s face saddens up a little, “Sampo… I thought we were buddies… I thought you could at least do me a favor. I’ll forgive all your favors if you do this one thing for me. Please?” Caelus says this in an obviously fake tone that would convince no one. Sampo sighs, seeing as Caelus is taking up his habits, “Fine, I’ll do it. Just tell me, and don’t make it be combat. You know I’m not good at combat.” Caelus’ face shone so bright it made flowers bloom behind him. “Sampo, I can only tell you the details inside, come on!” Caelus drags Sampo into the room, makes sure everything is closed, and sits him down. Caelus sits next to him, and his heart races a little bit. “Sampo, be my boyfriend.” Caelus’ face turns bright red as he looks at Sampo’s eyes. Sampo looks back at his eyes, unable to process what he just heard. “W-what do you mean? This is a big deal, you of all people should know that?!” Sampo’s face turns redder with each word and leans a little bit away. Caelus, however, will not give up and leans closer, “I know.” and Caelus leans in to steal a kiss from Sampo. Sampo’s lips were a little dry, but they were the perfect size for his lips. Caelus stays for a second and then leans back up straight. “Well? How about it?” Caelus asks the crimson red faced Sampo. “If you keep being shocked like that, I’ll have to take another one.” Sampo perks up immediately, “Yes! I’ll be your boyfriend!” Sampo is breathing heavily and still red everywhere. Caelus smiles happily, also red, and says, “Then let’s do what couples do…” Caelus says as he takes his left arm, and positions it on Sampo’s shirt, and his right arm on his thigh. “W-Wait, this is going by too fast, Caelus!” Sampo says. Yet he doesn’t reject any of Caelus’ advances. “Then consider this as my payment.” Caelus places his left hand into Sampo’s shirt, and pulls him in, kissing him. Sampo kisses Caelus passionately, matching his energy, and does so as he takes off his shirt. Sampo, despite his flirtatious personality, is bad at kissing. Caelus lets go and looks down, seeing Sampo shirtless. He couldn’t resist himself, Sampo’s body was large, despite his oddly soft face, muscles visible, making him wonder what workouts Sampo does. His arms were large, his abs were toned, and his chest- it could be compared to actual melons from how plump they looked. “C-Caelus- you’re- kind of… making me feel awkward here…” Sampo looks a little to the side, and awkwardly smiles. “Oh- Sorry, your body is just, so- good.” Caelus takes off his shirt too, and Sampo gives a visible reaction of fascination. “Y-your body is good too…” Sampo says softly, feeling his blood rush somewhere else. Caelus couldn't contain himself anymore and strips, revealing his cock. Sampo sees his cock and his mind races. *w-what should I do?* Sampo thinks to himself. "Go on, don't be so shy…" Caelus says normally, then in a whisper, "You can touch it." Sampo gets on his knees on the floor, and places his face in front of it. "Sampo… that tickles…" Caelus says following a little bit of a chuckle. "Sorry- sorry, it's just- I- I love your cock… it's the perfect size…" Sampo holds the shaft… and slowly strokes it up, then down. His hands felt coarse, and rough. It was probably from how much he climbed and parkoured around. His hands made Caelus squirm a little from how it felt. Caelus closed his eyes to feel it better, and then he felt something warm and soft hit his cock. Caelus opens his eyes to see Sampo with his cock in his mouth. Sampo's eyes were closed. Focusing entirely on the dick in his mouth. Swirling his tongue on the tip, then sealing his lips around it and taking it into his mouth. Deeper, and deeper each time. Caelus releases light moans, seeing, hearing, and feeling Sampos devour his dick with greed. Sampo, tasting every bit of Caelus' dick. The saltiness from sweating earlier with the fight combined with his sweet pre-cum made him thirst for it harder, and he acted more aggressively. Caelus notices definitely, as he wants to cum, and places his hands on Sampo's hair. Sampo's blue, soft, thick hair felt good to stroke too. Sampo opens his eyes now and looks up, seeing Caelus not paying as much attention to his mouth, and takes the entire dick into his throat. Caelus was not expecting Sampo to take it all in. Surprised, he flinches and releases a loud moan, which Sampo notices and takes it deep into his throat again and again. Caelus is close to cumming as Sampo continues deepthroating. “S-Sampo, I-I’m close to-'' Caelus says with a shaky voice. Sampo releases the cock from his mouth and says in a deep voice, “Do it~” before taking Caelus’ dick back into his throat. Caelus is shocked that this man who had been unsure is taking the lead again. He couldn’t let it happen, and Caelus grips Sampo’s hair, which surprises him, and pulls it towards his dick. Making sure every centimeter was in his throat, and cums. Sampo, stays there, shocked as something hot, and slimy had just been flowing down his throat, and while the dick is still in his throat, he reflexively swallows. “Sampo- it’s sensitive-”, Caelus says as he lightens up the grip on Sampo’s hair. Sampo pulls his head back, breathing heavily, “T-That was… *huff*... sweet…”. Caelus leans down, and grabs Sampo’s hand. Sampo pulls on his hand, and lifts himself up too. “C-Caelus… are you- are you okay? You look exhausted.” Caelus zips up his pants, and lays down on the cold, hard, bed. “Yeah, just- just tired.” Those were Caelus’ last words before he closed his eyes. Exhaustion from running around, fighting a giant spider thing, and dealing with Sampo had finally caught up to him and forced his eyes shut. “Aww… how cute…” Sampo kneels down, stroking Caelus’ hair, before climbing into bed with Caelus and cuddling him.

Nighttime Mishaps

['AmazingGraceless']

General Audiences

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)

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

based on that one chat with dan heng where you check up on him at night, Canon Compliant, fem trailblazer, what is the ship name y'all?, Nightmares, Emotional Hurt/Comfort

English

2023-05-02

Completed

2023-05-05

1,904

2/2

17

610

43

6,779

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Stelle never tired of looking at the stars, tracing them in the glass for shapes. She liked to imagine a narwhal or something else swimming in the stars alongside the path of the Astral Express. It was better than trying to sleep and sort through fragmented dreams of visions she couldn’t quite understand. It was at night when Kafka’s words haunted her.  Who was Stelle to her? What choice did Stelle have to make in the future that was so important?  There were too many mysteries in her past, two many blanked-out spaces and closed boxes, seas of gray fog where something used to be.  Stelle didn’t like to think about that too much. Instead, she’d rather look at the stars. She would sit in one of the comfy arm-chairs by the window with a mug of hot chocolate, courtesy of Pom-Pom’s hospitality and would listen to Himeko’s jukebox to songs that felt like a word on the tip of her tongue. Familiar and foreign at the same time.  And no one had to see when she was contemplative. Instead, she could be March’s equally-zany friend, hiding in closets and diving into dumpsters headfirst with no sign of inborn sorrow or introspection.  Her thoughts turned to her traveling companions. Since waking up, she’d felt an instant connection to her rescuers and comrades, the Astral Express—especially Dan Heng. Maybe that was why Welt had answered her question with such a sympathetic expression, with knowing eyes that seemed far older than his appearance suggested.  “Dan Heng is a lonely child. He may appear distant and cold, but his heart is kind. Perhaps, he’s the way he is today because he spent so much time on the run. We don’t know what he’s running from. He once told me that he didn’t know either. All he knew was that something was chasing him and that he had to run.” He was more like her and March than Stelle had initially thought. Who knew that memory loss was such a prevalent problem among the Astral Express crew?  Someone should get that checked out, Stelle thought.  CRASH. Her train of thought was derailed by the sound from Dan Heng’s room. Before she knew it, Stelle had leapt to her feet and she was running for the door.  “We won’t let anyone hurt Dan Heng,” Welt had assured her.  Neither will I. Stelle threw open the door. “Dan Heng?” Books were askew on the floor, and Dan Heng was at the epicenter of it, sitting up in his bed with messy hair and wild eyes.  “Are you okay?” Stelle took a step forward, but found herself hesitating. She didn’t know why. It wasn’t like impulse control was her forte or anything.  “Huh?” He looked to her, but she could tell he wasn’t all there, at least not yet. “Stelle?” He shook his head. Icy clarity returned as he schooled his features. “Sorry. I was working late and knocked over a shelf.” And happened to fall conveniently into your bed? Stelle tilted her head and lifted her eyebrows, an otherwise deadpan movement. “Never mind. I’ll be fine.” Dan Heng stood up. “You should go back to bed.” “I couldn’t sleep anyway.” Stelle shrugged and continued toward him. “I can at least help.” He pressed his lips together into a thin line. “Fine.” Stelle knelt down and began picking up the books that had scattered to the ground. “You aren’t hurt, are you?” “I said I’m fine.” Dan Heng stopped, closing his eyes. He exhaled sharply. “I apologize. I’m a little. . . shaken. By the accident.” “Right.” Accident my— Stelle found her hand brushing over his as she reached for a book. He pulled his hand—and the book—away as quickly as it had happened.  “I wonder if bad dreams are just part of all the warps and jumps through space,” Stelle pondered aloud.  “What do you mean?” Dan Heng regarded her suspiciously.  “I have terrible dreams too,” Stelle confessed. She handed the stack she gathered up to him. “Most of the time I’d rather be up stargazing instead.” “I see.” Something shifted in his eyes, although his expression was otherwise stoic. “Thank you, by the way. For helping with the books.” “It’s no problem.” Stelle waved her hand dismissively. “It’s what a cosmic-knight of the wild west is supposed to do, right?” “Right.” He looked extremely unsure as to that point. “Well, I need to get back to work. Goodnight.” “Okay. Goodnight!” Stelle made sure to close the door behind her. Still, she couldn’t help but look back at least once and hope that the mysterious boy would someday share his secrets with her. Until then, all there was left to do was look to the stars and dream. I had to do a part two, y'all. There were too many visions dancing in my head. “You couldn’t sleep again?” Dan Heng did not look away from the computer as Stelle entered his room.  “Yeah, I didn’t know where else to go,” Stelle admitted. She took care to close the door quietly behind her.  “You’re not sleeping either.” “I usually work late.” His response was curt. “It’s fine.” Stelle frowned. She remembered the incident a few nights prior, when he’d knocked over a bookshelf during a nightmare. He didn’t say as much, but Stelle had been able to figure it out from the initially dark room and how Dan Heng had “fallen” right into his bed on the floor. But of course, he would never admit as much to her.  When he actually worked late at night, was it to avoid the dreams? Like when Stelle would stargaze out the windows of the Astral Express?  “If you want to sit down, here’s a second chair.” He pulled a chair out from the long desk built into the wall. Stelle had not seen that chair before—he must have added it between the last time and tonight.  Stelle obliged, avoiding the urge to spin in the rolling chair as she knew it would no doubt irritate Dan Heng. And while there would be some fun in that—she didn’t feel like messing with him tonight.  She tugged at the hem of her shirt instead, as Dan Heng continued typing away at his terminal. She did not know for how long they sat there in the quiet, until Dan Heng clicked a button and closed his screen. He then turned to her.  “Do you want to talk about it?”  Stelle hesitated, considering the fleeting visions that had left her in a cold sweat just minutes before. “Actually, I do.” Dan Heng blinked—a clear indication of surprise. Stelle couldn’t blame him. The idea of being vulnerable like this with anyone, it was like standing on the edge of one of the platforms in the space station with no railings. It was all too easy to fall, and the sirens were going off in her head the whole time.  Dan Heng nodded. “Go on, then. I’m listening.” Having his eyes on her, full attention with his hands neatly folded together underneath his chin was strangely intoxicating to Stelle. It made her feel a little less alone in the giant void of the universe. His gaze tethered her down, kept her from free-falling into the abyss.  “When I woke up—the first time, before I met you—“ Stelle couldn’t help but blush upon the memory of Dan Heng attempting mouth-to-mouth— “there was this woman. I think her name was Kafka. She told me that there was some great destiny I was supposed to have, and to make choices I wouldn’t regret.” “I think I might have seen that name before.” Dan Heng glanced at his computer terminal before looking back to Stelle. “One of the Stellaron Hunters.” “Yeah, I read about them a while back.” Stelle remembered one of her many visits to the Archives in the relatively short time she had been a passenger aboard the express. “I don’t know if she’s a good guy or not. Or if she wants good things for me.” “I take it she appeared in your nightmare, then?” Dan Heng asked.  “She did. Well, sort of.” Stelle bit her lip and looked up at the ceiling. Already, it was like Dan Heng’s very presence had repelled the dark visions. “There was chaos and destruction, on thousands of worlds, so many that I could hardly take all of them in. I could feel the Stellaron in my body, like on the Space Station. But it was a thousand times worse.” “Was Kafka proud of you, in this dream?” “No.” It had surprised her too, based on the entry in the Archives about the Stellaron Hunters. “She was crying.” “That. . . sounds terrible.” Dan Heng tentatively reached a hand out to Stelle’s shoulder. “I’m sorry.” He then patted it, as if to say there-there. It could have been funny. Still, Stelle appreciated the attempt at a gesture.  “I don’t know why she awakened me, or why she seems so familiar to me, even when I first woke up,” Stelle continued. “A part of me wonders if I’m playing into some kind of evil plan, unintentionally, even though I feel like. . .  me. “ The fears came surging forward like  a waterfall, begging to come out now that she’d finally lowered the dam.  “What if the Stellaron inside of me does get out of control again, but like in my dreams?” The thought swelled in her brain like a rising tornado, born of an unlucky thunderstorm. She ran her hands through her silver hair. “What if I lose control and I destroy everything, become the cancer of all worlds?” “It won’t.” His voice pulled her out of her dark swirl of thoughts. He placed his other hand on her other shoulder, framing her perfectly. “And we would be able to save you if you did.” “What if I’m not worth saving?” Stelle’s cheeks felt wet as she met his eyes, as she voiced her deepest fear. This was the voice that had whispering in the back of her head ever since the incident on the Space Station. This was the fear that threatened to consume her. “What if this thing inside me—what if it is me? And what if it makes me evil?” “You’re not evil.” Dan Heng’s voice was firm. “Don’t say that again. You may be. . . chaotic, much like March. But you aren’t evil. You mean well. That goes a long way.” “You’re just saying that.” Stelle looked away.  Dan Heng’s eyebrows shot up. “I think you’ve known me long enough to know I say exactly what I mean.” “You’re right.” Stelle’s face went warm. She slipped out of Dan Heng’s grasp and stood up. “I’m sorry—I shouldn’t have said all of that, it’s my problem, not yours—“ “I don’t mind.” He extended a hand towards her. “To be quite honest, I had no idea you were thinking about things like that.” “I’m not always a dumpster-diving raccoon you know.” Stelle managed to smile, but there was a bitterness to it. “Or March’s enabler-slash-sidekick.” “I can see that now.” Dan Heng regarded her thoughtfully. “You don’t have to go, you know.” “I’d be a bother,” Stelle insisted. “I’d keep you from getting any work done. I’m keeping you from getting work done now.” Dan Heng glanced back at the terminal and gave off a heavy sigh. “I wasn’t really getting anything done anyway.” He extended his hand further to her, an obvious invitation. Stelle accepted it. 

Consent....

['Minbeul']

Mature

M/M

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

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

Caelus (Honkai: Star Rail), Yanqing (Honkai: Star Rail), Jing Yuan (Honkai: Star Rail)

Violence, Rape/Non-con Elements

English

2023-05-03

Completed

2023-05-05

1,333

2/2

68

4

3,850

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"S-Stop please" "Shut up bitch, and open your mouth to moan" "O-okay!" I don't know how long I've been here but I want to leave before the fun takes over "Come now suck my dick" "N-No I don't want to" "And I tell you yes. That'll teach you to play the kid with me" "I'm sorry, forgive me" "Hurry up, I don't like to wait" "I beg you leave me" "Soon you're gonna want my dick more than anything"   After a long night of screaming and sleeping I woke up next to a young man with his gray hair. He put his hand to his hair and heard heavy breathing. Caelus grabbed him and brought him closer and told him "Still alive ?" "...?" "You passed out during our activities" Yanqing got up quickly ignoring the pain, he ran to lock himself in the bathroom. Caelus caught up with Yanqing and placed his foot to prevent the door from closing Yanqing tried to push him away but Caelus entered the room and locked the door. "So we run away?" Suddenly they heard the doorbell ring "Damn...I'm sure it's Jing Yuan" "...." "Well I'm going to have to leave, but I'm not finished with you, see you next ciao" Caelus jumped out the window and Yanqing was left alone in her bathroom. "Yanqing where are you?" "...I-I'm here General, in the bathroom" "Are you-" "It's okay, I'm brushing my teeth"   "You should stop visiting me all the time, I'm not a kid anymore" "Yanqing I worry about you, since the arrival of the pioneers I feel you are distant. I would like to do something more for you" “I understand but I just need privacy”   "Don't tell anyone what we're doing" This sentence resounds in my head, it resounds and resounds, I can only listen to what she tells me "Yanqing...I'm sorry" No I'm sorry, why can't I open my mouth. I want to apologize. "I should have known, fine I'm leaving." No,on the contrary, I want you to stay and protect me, I'm not strong in the presence of Caelus b-but no one knows, no one knows what he's doing to me. "I'll be here the day you need me again Yanqing" Jing Yuan said as he closed the door "He's gone?"said Caelus hugging Yanqing from behind. "Yes....." .I suspected that they weren't really gone. How am I going to get out of this situation. What would have happened if I had dropped everything? Help me please.... Sorry for the mistakes, I haven't read it again. I'll do it when I have a little more time. “So we can pick up where we were” "I-I" "Hurry up and get undressed, I told you we haven't finished, you're punished" Yanqing slowly undressed clothes by clothes "The longer you take, the longer it will take. Don't move, I'll get the equipment" After a while Caelus comes back in the room with an overflowing box of BDSM and sexual objects "Caelus please-" "We sow what we reap" "I promise not to do it again" "You always say that but you don't. You ignored me all day yesterday and you pretend to be sorry, you even threeed me little vermin." " Caelus I'm really sorry, I was just tired I really didn't feel like playing" "And when will you feel like responding to my advances and fucking with me!?" "Please don't shout I'm sorry!" "I'm glad you're sorry!But I still have to punish you. It's me who decides here whether we're at your place or wherever. You're mine" Caelus approached Yanqing and took him by the hips to kiss him. "Mmh~ stop it" *Slap* Caelus' hand rushed to Yanqing's cheek and left a red mark. "Shut up bitch, I decide when we stop" "Ah~" Caelus took some ropes from the box and two vibrating eggs and big black love balls. He started by tying Yanqing with the ropes then placed the eggs on her breasts with a bandage to glue them and pushed the love balls one by one quite quickly until work Satisfied with Yanqing's moans, Caelus took the whip and slapped Yanqing's ass with it "Ugh...I-I can't take it anymore" "I tell you that you will hold on. You won't cum, you won't rest and you won't pass out until I give you permission" said Caelus, hitting him with each sentence. Caelus continued to hit Yanqing, even on the cheeks with the Yanqing couldn't take it anymore, he wanted to end what Caelus calls a relationship. At this point Yanqing is no longer in love with him, he gave up feeling faster than he thought. won. Since the arrival of the pioneers Caelus would filter with him until he decided to stop and get down to business by starting a relationship with him. Looking back Yanqing understand why he did not want to make it public or as bring it to light Yanqing suffered and suffered this for a month, he does not train anymore because he has become weak because of the things Caelus does to him.... How can he defend himself. He has become a sex toy. Yanqing suffered and suffered this for a month, he does not train anymore because he has become weak because of the things Caelus does to him.... How can he defend himself. He has become a sex toy. *Slap* Caelus slap sounded on Yanqing's cheek. "What did I just say about resting!? You stay there and suffer I tried to satisfy your pleasures all day yesterday now it's your turn to satisfy mine" Caelus cranks up the speed of the vibrators all the way and pulls out then thrusts a love ball "Ah!" Then a slap in the face and another and another "Caelus!" "That's moaning the name of the person you belong to" "Ah, ah~Caelus!" "I forbid you to cum, I haven't even put my dick in yet" He pulled out the geisha ball so fast that Yanqing almost fainted and then lined up at his hole. "You're going to see all the colors kid!" Caelus started right away without even waiting for Yanqing's agreement. Back and forth, back and forth the feeling of eggs and tight ropes on his skin. Yanqing remains really very little pleasure, it would be a shame but he took for Jing Yuan forgot a few things and came back. "I-I'm going to cum! Hold on tight and take it all" Caelus said holding Yanqing firmly by the hips And both cum at the same time.Even cumming didn't do Yanqing well, he was on the bathroom floor for most of the sex. "I didn't give you permission but it's not very serious. The can is over but as you resist you have to stay the rest of the day with my sperm in don't worry I won't stay in you, I like you but I have other things to do, the anal plug will do it for me" Yanqing looked away, he had never looked away like this "Poor darling I understand, you would have preferred to have my big cock and instead you end up with a simple anal plug. "Too bad I can't take care of you all the time, it will count as a punishment" Yanqing moaned as Caelus pulled away from him and moaned a little louder when he felt the butt plug enter. "Here's a thing done now we're going to get all this hard, your pretty face will be like new and if Jing Yuan asks you, you tell him that you burned yourself with your hair dryer okay?" "..Okay..." said Yanqing struggling to speak and articulate   Caelus is sitting on the sofa with Yanqing on top of him. Caelus stroking Yanqing's hair and face with one hand and the other with his phone. From time to time Caelus moves his leg in order to move the plug "Stop crying it's those who happen to the unruly kid" "Snif..." "Are you still crying?, what kid it's been almost an hour since we finished, after I like to see you cry"

a doll for your dreams

['inochiijo']

General Audiences

Gen

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

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

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

Light Angst, Stelle sees Kafka as a mother figure, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, i'm projecting on stelle sorry, Female Trailblazer (Honkai: Star Rail), hint towards Stelle/March

English

2023-05-05

Completed

2023-05-05

3,527

1/1

30

1,199

198

9,036

['mirage1234', 'EmiLissa27_tf', 'HuffleSnout', 'Veterlyn', 'Decksnsneks', 'ParvaNovel', 'csal07', 'ewinlokk', 'ourvioletdelights', 'vennyvenus', 'Paprika5', 'pandorastar', 'missterpiyesta', 'Loulu2002', 'Zephyr_One', 'Aferdita', 'PheonixQueen15Ember', 'Memiry', 'tamales', 'Awfully_Acetone', 'artemisjpotter', 'The_real_rat_king', 'BleepBloopsensei', 'EnchantedEvermore', 'Loneson', 'Magpie_Seren', 'thebeatlesrock23', 'EclipsedGodess', 'Dreamfoxreader', 'hideandseekinwaterfalls', 'Astrae_17', 'uxoss', 'sunscares', 'xxNoely', 'mulpsh', 'RemainShadowBird', 'cosmo_slut', 'thewritersnow', 'Rosebubble89', 'missing_sanity', 'NeonSun5', 'flickering_skies', 'dandelion_of_raven', 'Kelo51', 'KweenofThorn', 'TheAnxiousCamel', 'AliothTheOverseer', 'Savegirl', 'Glaucouss', 'Mayhemba']

[]

  Before, at night, Kafka would sometimes come to her dreams and greet her. Stelle would either find Kafka sitting atop a hill with her legs or she would be sitting at a coffee table but both times her back would be turned towards her. It’s a common occurrence. Stelle knows it’s a dream but she likes to pretend it isn’t. She would join Kafka and though she doesn’t say anything, Stelle would cherish every moment she spends with the older woman. Though it was just a dream, a figment of her imagination, Stelle likes to relish in the little warmth Kafka radiates. There was one dream where Kafka turned to her, smiled and ran her porcelain fingers through Stelle’s ragged hair. Kafka ruffled it, her familiar giggle leaving her lips, and Stelle closed her eyes to feel her touch even if it was all just a dream, Stelle’s dream. The dreams got a lot more prominent after seeing Kafka again. Stelle would close her eyes and this time Kafka would be speaking with her, her words and laughter filling the silence but Stelle’s acutely aware that they were only words she wished she could hear from Kafka. “Are you enjoying your adventures?” Kafka would ask. Stelle would nod, a light smile gracing her youthful features, “I am,” she scratches at her cheek, “I’ve been meeting a lot of people and making new friends.” “My, that sounds exciting,” Kafka would hum and then a soft smile would find her usually sly face, “Are you happy?” Stelle would resemble that of a beaming puppy, “I am,” her expression would then turn downcast, “I… Just wished you could’ve seen me…” Kafka’s gentle laughter would fill her ears and then she’d reach out, tucking a stray lock of gray hair behind Stelle’s ear, “I’ve seen you already and though I may not be there,” Kafka would lean forward, her lips placing a soft kiss on Stelle’s forehead, “I’m so very proud of you, my dear.” And then Stelle would wake up, her eyes snapping open to a cold room and the light droning of the express. She would hear the light chatter from the main cabin but even when she could hear them, even when March’s laughter echoed through the halls, Stelle couldn’t help the stinging ache in her heart. The constant ache of Kafka leaving her burned deep and it burned even deeper when she woke up from her dreams. So today, well for the past week, Stelle stayed awake, often delaying slumber. She sat in the cabin on one of the red couches to watch the surroundings or to count the stars — whatever kept her from having to see Kafka again. Staying awake, however, was a much more difficult challenge than Stelle thought. It’s honestly a surprise she stayed awake for this long. But it’s working. It’s been a while since she’s seen Kafka in her dreams and though Stelle desperately wishes to see her again, she doesn’t want to feel the crippling loneliness that follows. It hurts too much, it aches, it stings, it— “Although I’m in no place to berate you,” comes a gentle voice that Stelle has come to be fond of, “I feel that staying awake doesn’t quite solve one’s problems.” Stelle blinks from her trance on the window and turns around, her eyes trailing up to meet a pair of soft gold irises — Himeko. She’s dressed in her normal attire, her white dress hugging her and her cape covering her shoulders, and it makes Stelle wonder if she’s truly comfortable wearing those clothes almost every hour of the day. “Oh,” Stelle scratches her cheek, “I… just can’t sleep.” “For a whole week?” Himeko inquires, she doesn’t sound suspicious, just curious. She sits a small distance from Stelle, “Well, that sounds a little concerning.” Himeko mumbled under her breath, her eyebrows knit into slight worry, but Stelle was quick to dispel it. “No, no,” Stelle clears her throat, “I’m alright, really, I just… I’ll sleep soon. Please, don’t worry.” Himeko looks up and her gaze is hard to read — it makes Stelle slightly uncomfortable. The young trailblazer was about to stand up, in hopes to convince the older woman, but was stopped with a very gentle hand on her wrist. Stelle looks at Himeko’s hand then up at her. Himeko smiles softly, “You don’t have to force yourself to sleep,” she pulls away, her warm hand leaving Stelle’s, “But if you don’t mind, may I stay here?” Blinking, Stelle reluctantly asks, “You can’t sleep either?” Himeko chuckles, raising an eyebrow slightly, “Itching to get rid of me already?” When she sees Stelle’s eyes flash with panic, Himeko laughs, a hand over her mouth, and she shakes her head, “I’m only kidding and to answer your question, yes. Sleeping is very difficult when you have so much on your mind.” Stelle huffs at being teased but nods in agreement, “It is.” Silence fills their conversation and for a moment, Stelle was convinced that the rest of the ride would just be them watching the stars and drowning in the pitch black scene but that moment was cut short as Himeko spoke again.  “You don’t have to answer me and I don’t mind sitting here in silence,” Himeko says, her eyes staying on the large window, “But I still wanted to ask: are your sleepless nights because of Kafka?” Her voice was soft among the buzz of the express, among the silent turning of gears, but the name on her tongue was loud. Stelle stills and she foolishly thinks that Himeko doesn’t notice, “...May I ask you something in return?” Himeko’s lips curl in a faint smile and she turns to Stelle, “A question for a question?” She chuckles, “Of course.” Stelle looks down at her lap, at her hands clasped together. Her fingers are calloused, decorated with a few scars from fights (and possibly from trash can searching), and she figures more will come in the future. “What do you think of Kafka?” Himeko’s smile fades into a slight frown, her eyebrows wrinkling into thought. She sighs, “Would my answer change your opinion of me?” When Stelle shakes her head, Himeko continues, “Well, I’m not very fond of her. She’s… something , alright, but she strikes me the wrong way. Her whole entrance did pretty much nothing to quell the suspicions I have of her so my thoughts on her aren’t that pleasant.” “I get that,” Stelle scratches at her nape, “I’m sure she rubbed everyone the wrong way.” Himeko tilts her head slightly at Stelle, “Excluding you?” She laughs softly when Stelle’s eyes go wide, as if worrying of admitting an opinion that differs drastically to everyone else on the train. “Don’t worry, we all have led different lives up until this point, and… you seem to know of a side of Kafka that no one else does.” Stelle fidgets in her seat, a look of conflict swimming in her eyes, and Himeko notices it. The red-headed woman smiles, “Well, I answered your question, will you answer mine? You don’t have to explain yourself.” “Yes.” “...Yes?” “Oh, uh,” Stelle meets Himeko’s eyes and they’re soft, patient, and there’s not an ounce of threat looming in her striking gold eyes, so the young trailblazer continues, “I have dreams – of Kafka.” “Mm. Nightmares?” “No, no,” Stelle shakes her head, “They’re pleasant, nice dreams. We’re just sitting together most of the time – sometimes we’re drinking tea and sometimes we’re just staring at the bright blue sky together.” “That does sound pleasant,” Himeko hums and she looks out the window, “Do you two have any conversations?” “Not really,” Stella blinks, “Sometimes we do but I don’t like them.” Himeko looks at Stelle with curiosity and in her eyes there seems to be a hint of concern, “Why?” Stelle sighs – there’s no point in hiding herself from Himeko. And while it’s because she didn’t want to worry the older woman any further, it was also because Himeko’s gaze was far too comforting, too warm, for Stelle to not tell her. It reminded her of someone else. “Because,” Stelle swallows, “She says things that I…” Her throat feels weird and something pulls at it, her skin suddenly feeling strange. “Oh, my dear,” Stelle almost flinches when she feels a hand on her cheek but she was quick to swallow it. She looks up, her gaze flickering to Himeko, and she realizes that Himeko had caressed her cheek. “You don’t have to tell me, I understand.” “S—She’s not saying anything me—“ “I know,” Himeko smiles softly, the hand on Stelle’s cheek falls gently onto her palm, “Like I said, it seems that you know a side of a Kafka we are not aware of.” Stelle nods silently, not trusting herself to speak lest she lets her eyes water. Himeko was a comrade, a woman of great talent, and though they had spent some time together, Stelle felt almost inclined to look the best in front of her. “Why don’t you go to the cabins?” “But—“ “How about you go with the other two? I believe they may still be awake, if March’s screams and Dan Heng’s chiding are anything to go by,” Himeko chuckles softly, “Perhaps you can distract yourselves with them for the time being?” Stelle wants to protest but… Himeko makes a good point. Rather than wallowing in her dreams in the front cabin and replaying her memories over and over again — it might be better to drown herself in something else. Dan Heng and March always did a pretty good job in keeping her distracted especially when they played video games. While Dan Heng was a lot more strategic and March was a lot more button-smash-first-think-later, it made the gameplay a lot more amusing, to say the least. Stelle nods softly and stands up, adjusting her skirt, “I guess that wouldn’t be so bad.” Himeko smiles up at her, though she stays seated, “I’m sure March’s endless energy will keep you awake,” she then follows it with a giggle, “And believe it or not, Dan Heng stays up late, perhaps even later than March.” Stelle blinks, “Ah… well, looks like I won’t be sleeping tonight.” She smiles when Himeko laughs, joining the older woman with a. quiet chuckle of her own. She then bows slightly, “Thank you… for staying with me.” “None of that,” Himeko places a hand on Stelle’s shoulder, willing her to stand up straight to which the younger woman does. Himeko pats her shoulder affectionately before pulling away, “Enjoy, okay?” She winks before pushing Stelle lightly towards the cabins. Stelle waves the red-head a goodbye before jogging off, the sound of the door to the individual cabins echo among the express. Himeko watches it with a fond look before signing and turning around. “Pom-Pom?” The small creature waddles over to her, looking up with a curious and waiting look, “Did you need something, Himeko?” Himeko smiles at the small conductor and her eyes suddenly gleam with determination, “Do we by any chance have yarn and knitting supplies on board?” — The next few days were… okay.  After March had found out about Stelle’s sleepless nights, she would pretty much drown Stelle in a tight hug and a bed of pillows. March’s mattress would be filled with them and stuffed toys, their bodies pressed against each other with Stelle tucked under her chin. She still got the dreams, every night, and the aching sting of Kafka leaving her came to her every waking moment but March was trying and Stelle was weak to her efforts.  Stelle was far too soft for the excitable archer to say that even her cuddles did nothing to quell the emptiness after her dreams. Granted, March didn’t even know about the dreams so perhaps that may be one reason why March’s solutions weren’t working. It was fine, for the most part. Himeko would often greet her, ask her questions and all that sort but none of them were about Kafka. She did however have this knowing smile on her face that Stelle didn’t quite understand — it seemed most older women had this thing for being mysterious and Stelle wasn’t sure if she liked that. “Are you sure you’ll come?” March raised a suspicious eyebrow at Stelle, arms crossed over her chest, “I don’t want you spending the rest of the night staring at stars like a madman again, you know.” Stelle lets out a faint chuckle and it causes the stern expression on March’s face to soften, a small smile adoring her face. Stella nods, “I’ll go, don’t worry,” she leans against the red cushion, “I just need to think of some things,” and avoid seeing her again .  March sighs and waves, her back slouched as she retreats in defeat. Although the archer was pleasant company and an unsurprisingly tight hugger, Stelle needed a break from seeing Kafka so soon. She needed time to herself, time to prepare for the excitement and joy of seeing Kafka and for the disappointment that soon follows. Stelle wasn’t ready right now. She wasn’t ready to sit by Kafka’s side, to hear the words she so desperately yearned for, only for all of it to be a sick dream. So Stelle sits in silence and tries as she might, she keeps remembering the soft touch of Kafka’s palm on her head. She keeps reminiscing the fond way Kafka looks at her – like she was so proud of Stelle, like she had made the right decision of bringing Stelle here, like she was going to come back. Stelle places her hand on the top of her head, curling into the red couch with her knees tucked into her chest. She buries her face into her knees, her hand still on top of her head, and she breathes in, squeezing her eyes shut to calm the ache in her chest. “I’m so proud of you, Stelle,” Kafka would say, “And I promise, we will meet agai–” “Can’t sleep?” Stelle’s eyes snap open and she looks up, her neck stinging from the sudden movement, and a faint gasp leaves her lips. She quickly takes her hand away from her head and straightens herself, “Himeko, sorry, were you calling me?” The red-haired woman’s eyes widened, her once gentle smile curling into a slight frown. She lets out a sigh through her nose and leans down, placing her palm on the curve of Stelle’s cheek, “Oh dear,” Her thumb ran just below Stelle’s eye, the soft pad wiping at something wet. Oh . Seeing her panic, Himeko sat beside the young trailblazer, “You don’t need to worry, Stelle,” the hand she had on Stelle’s cheek let go and smoothly tucked away stray strands of her gray hair. Himeko smiled softly, “Your tears will not change the pride I have for you.” Stelle blinks up at Himeko, “Pride?” She sniffles, averting her eyes in an attempt to save face but Himeko places her hand under Stelle’s chin and gently turns her back so that they face each other. “Yes,” Himeko lets out a breath, the corner of her lips twitching into a seemingly wider smile, “You have no idea how… amazing, you are. You’re brave, strong, and so kind and though you may have weird quirks I think it makes you all the more lovely.” To hear those words from Himeko’s lips was… somewhat lifting. It alleviated the ache in Stelle’s heart but maybe it’s because Himeko reminded Stelle so much of her – kind, caring, albeit mysterious and cunning in her own way. And then, “But I know you want to hear those words from her , yes?” Stelle’s eyes widen and for a second she panics, afraid of what Himeko might think of her. Kafka was a suspicious character in their eyes, a woman not to be trusted, and to everyone in the express, she was an unlikeable woman. “Take this,” Stelle didn’t even realize just how deep she was in her own rambling thoughts until she felt something on her hands. It was soft and plush, small but warm. Himeko had put something in her palm. Looking down, uncertain, Stelle blinks at the odd object in her hands. It was… a plushie? A replication of a human?  “Um…” Stelle’s expression wrinkles into one of confusion as she twists the plushie around, it’s small and fits right in her hand, but the head was a bit larger and the top of it had this weird bundle of violet. It had a face… if two buttons for eyes counted as one. The plushie wore very generic clothes like a white collar and black pants that seemed to be hand cut from a short slab of fabric.  Stelle squinted at it and looked up at Himeko, who had a slightly lopsided smile on her face, “What… What is this?” Himeko let out a sigh, a chuckle leaving her lips. She gestures to the strange plushie in Stella’s hands, “It’s a doll,” she closes her eyes, “Of Kafka.” “This doesn’t loo–” “Yes, I’m well aware it’s a far cry from her true appearance,” Himeko huffs out, shaking her head. She then smiles as she opens her eyes, her gaze soft as it lands on Stelle, “But it’s supposed to be her.” Himeko notices that Stelle’s grip on the plushie slightly tightens and perhaps the young trailblazer didn’t even know she had tightened it. “But… why?” “It won’t help with your dreams – or perhaps it will,” Himeko adds as an afterthought, “But Kafka hasn’t quite left you with much so I figure this may be as close as you can get. You cherish Kafka and… I know you miss her.” Stelle curls into herself slightly at that. Himeko smiles, “And that’s no problem. I see her differently but you see her as your…” mother , she wants to say but holds off on it. She assumes Stelle isn’t even aware of it and it’s one of the things that ticks Himeko about Kafka. Kafka, though she isn’t sure, probably doesn’t understand just how important she is to this girl and it irritates Himeko to no end that she left Stelle to fend for herself – well, not anymore considering the young trailblazer has joined them but still , her point stands. I ought to strangle that cursed woman. “Nevermind that, take care of it will you? I worked quite hard on that,” Himeko lets out a sigh, ignoring the pain in the joints on her fingers. Stelle blinks and pulls the plushie to eye level, studying it closely. It barely looks like Kafka and though the hair was some shade of violet close to the inspiration… it still didn’t look like her. But Stelle didn’t mind, she actually quite loved it. Himeko went through the trouble of making this for her — a small little trinket — when she really didn’t have to. She could have easily ignored Stelle’s dreams or comforted her without having to spend hours on sewing together clothes and button eyes. “Thank you,” Stelle looks up at Himeko, “I’ll take care of it, I promise.” Although her voice is soft as it always was, Himeko can sense the tilt in it, the slight excitement, the tinge of joy, and it almost stuns the older woman. Himeko chuckles, “I’ll hold you to that promise,” she reaches out, her hand carding through Stelle’s gray locks, “You’re part of the express, this family and I’ll treat you as such.” Stelle smiles at that, her lips turning into a gentle grin. The young trailblazer wasn’t that expressive compared to March and she certainly didn’t flash her toothy grin very often but when she does smile, it lessens the weight on Himeko’s heart. Himeko claps, standing up, and it gets Stelle’s attention, “Well, as much as I would love to stay here and chat with you,” she crosses her arms, “I need to speak with Mr. Yang so unfortunately I will have to leave. Will you be staying here?” Stelle shakes her head, standing up as well with her new plushie in hand, “I’ll go to sleep, actually,” she scratches her cheek, a mannerism Himeko has noticed, “March would probably kill me if she finds out I didn’t sleep again…” Himeko chuckles, “Ah, yes, she can be quite terrifying that girl,” she gently pats Stelle’s head as she passes her, her touch soft and fond. “My words… Perhaps they don’t carry the same weight as her but I hope you know how proud I am of you.” Stelle glances at the older woman, her head feeling warm under the weight of Himeko’s hand, and she smiles. The young trailblazer almost beams at her, nodding, before walking off and though it may just be her imagination, Himeko could almost see a spring in her step – a tiny one.     “Did she like it?” Pom-Pom asks, they’re long ears swaying across the ground slightly. Himeko crosses her arms over her chest, “I hope so.” That night, Stelle dreams of Himeko and the others shouting for her name with wide smiles on their faces and she runs, runs into their arms with a bright smile of her own.

Share Your Burden

['SevenCandlesticks']

General Audiences

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

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

Poetry, Romance, Drabble and a Half, Humor

English

2023-05-05

Completed

2023-05-05

150

1/1

16

2

196

['Sirimy2', 'Hologram_Hero_Proletius', 'NAECad', 'YumeCallMeAReader', 'Kotofeila', 'ValkyrieShinki', 'nettyy', 'kkevco_amr', 'Keico']

[]

I exist for only one purpose To take on all your burden Unload your heavy trash heap And give it all to me Your burden is overflowing Let me lighten the load I am right beside you Our shadows meld together I know it sounds like I'm full of garbage But baby, so are you We could have been placed apart Yet here we are, side by side So let me take on your heavy burden There's still room left inside I am always right beside you Until the end of time   Stelle stood there, a smug and expecting look on her face. "So? What do you think? Dan Heng sighed heavily as he set his phone down, feeling a headache coming on. "It's utter trash." "I know!" Stelle gleamed. "No, I meant--" "Dan Heng!" March glared. "Don't listen to him, I thought it was beautiful." "Ugh, not you too..."

in our space garden

['yaginiku']

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), others are briefly mentioned

Fluff, Super Light Angst, Cuddles, oh my god my first hsr work.., i love them., Friends/Best Friends to Lovers, i will die on this hill for them., no beta we die like our souls in finals week (no spoilers for new players :) )

English

2023-05-05

Completed

2023-05-05

1,315

1/1

5

213

21

2,434

['The_cool_Treecko', 'sunscares', 'ageekywriter', 'KagaMVP', 'KweenofThorn', 'Sixerry', 'logros13', 'captinartemis', 'LovelessAro', 'FireCommander', 'soggne', 'R_Darkstorm', 'skively', 'fuyuKyra', 'ErodiumsMnemic', 'DrearySkies', 'fyeb', 'solumsaturn', 'JalapenoPeppe', 'Troiah', 'rubyakahs', 'hannahoney349', 'GrovellingGob', 'totheonewhoatethesun', 'MyCosy_Life', 'shawgotbored', 'Perseus_Pr', 'opalescent72', 'NamonakiYume', 'superpotstickers', 'VioletMagarium', 'Seyana', 'Graphic_Sapphic', 'Blue1314', 'Shistria', 'seratsuki', 'NAECad', 'meowr33', 'Qynx', 'kinj0', 'rincognito', 'Darlma', 'Jas_410', 'seafoamo', 'Narrqwa', 'Wolfie257', 'Leeviathan', 'Goodbye_Galaxy', 'hangdman19', 'SuperFulcrum13']

[]

5:04 PM   The Astral Express finds itself parked back at Herta’s Space Station.  “Great work everyone,” Himeko says, looking at the trio before her.  It was a tiring mission back in Belobog. Trying to fish out something out of the mines was not an easy task. Let alone that this task was nothing but Sampo’s scam once more. Dan Heng suspected this otherwise but Stelle wanted to hope for some real treasure even if it was just some specks of gold or iron in the trash. Stelle furrows her eyebrows, sighing in defeat. “It’s great work but we got scammed, again.” Dan Heng seemed to react with a nod, but his emotions were unwavering. “We helped some people at least.”  “That’s true!” March 7th tugs on Stelle’s coat, “Come on, don’t you wanna rest now?” The girl heaved a sigh. “Yeah, let’s go?”  The two walked back to March’s room, with the latter dragging their feet along the floors of the express. March unlocks the door to her room as the atmosphere of home envelopes them. Stelle decided it was good to immediately flop on the bed as fatigue slowly crept up their body. March rolled over to Stelle and poked their cheek. “Hey! No sleeping yet! You were gonna help me take pictures, remember?”  She opened her eyes ever so slightly to meet her friend. If Stelle were honest, she was really tired. She chased Sampo all across Belobog’s District - only to be stopped by Bronya and Seele once they were found climbing up buildings.  But that profound fatigue did not stop March from pulling up Stelle into her arms. Something that she didn’t expect herself to do.  Stelle blinks. “Ah,” the blanket started to crinkle. “I’m up, I’m up,” she said as she starts to yawn. Her friend furrows her eyebrows and yanked her out of her own bed.  “You’re up but you gotta act like you’re up!”  “You really are the most lively girl I’ve ever met.”  March felt her cheeks redden at that statement, looking away from her friend. “Let’s go already! I’m itching to take some shots!”  Her companion only chuckled at March’s delightment as she gets dragged along    6:10 PM   “Stand still…” March starts, re-adjusting the aperture of the camera. Stelle sits quietly on one of the station chairs, with a light shining down upon her. She wonders if March was taking pictures of her on purpose to keep to herself, but of course, Stelle wipes that thought away. She rests her chin on her hand, looking sideways as March directed her to. She was getting a little stiff and not to mention - her arm was aching since she’s been resting in the position for quite a while now.  Stelle sighs. “March…what’s taking so long?” She sees her companion trying to fix her tripod. “Do you need help?”  “No-” March immediately replies, then retorts. “Yeah. I kinda do.” She stands up from the chair and walks towards the tripod. The ball head seemed to be spinning in its place.  “Ah, March? Did you forget to tighten this up after you took it apart?” March looks at it and scrunches her face. “I don’t remember..”  Stelle begins to take it apart once more and realigns the screw, “I’ve been thinking,” she begins, “Why’d you take interest in photography?”  She looks up to see her friend close her eyes and hum. “Well… I take photos so I don’t forget things.”  “Oh?” “I’ve already lost my memories once- and I don’t wanna lose it again, right? So I have these pictures to remind me if I ever do-” Stelle feels herself flinch. Maybe it was an insensitive question.  “And I don’t want to forget about you, either.”  They both share a moment of silence, not knowing what to say. It was becoming obvious how uncomfortable this atmosphere was getting, so Stelle decided to think of another topic. “Uh.. you like flowers, right?”  Stelle’s question snapped March from her reverie. “Yeah! I do, why?” She spun around to face Stelle with a smile on her face.  “You’re asking me this with a miniature garden in my room, y’know?”  The girl thought to herself and remembered putting just a single pot on her desk. Another came soon after that one pot, then another, and another… that soon enough led to March’s desk and windows being filled to the brim with flowers and plants. Stelle was told several times to just get her own room to put her plants there, but she didn’t really leave and instead lived with March as a compromise.  “You never told me what your favorite flower was though,” Stelle added.  March put herself into reflection, then immediately came up with an answer. “I like cherry blossoms, roses…and especially lilies!” Her friend smiles wide at the response and immediately pulls her to run elsewhere. “Stelle-?! Where are we-” March stammers. “Trust me.”    6:50 PM   There was no way that the view that March is currently looking at is real. From the floor to the edges creeping up the walls and ceiling, you could see that these plants were well taken care of. All that she was staring at was a colorful and organized mess.  “So, do you like it?” March could only gasp in awe. “..You made a garden in space?”  Stelle could only chuckle softly at the comment. “Well, yeah. Don’t wanna really get into the specifics of how this happened. I got special permission from Herta and Asta-” March pressed her finger to Stelle’s lips before she could start rambling. “Why?” Her friend lifts the hand from her mouth, “Well, why not? I’d like to maintain this garden with you whenever we’re here.” She gestures towards a bench nearby, tugging March alongside her to sit.  They sat again together in the quiet. People passed by pointing and taking quick pictures of the place. March could feel herself fidgeting in place, removing and re-inserting the instant films in her camera.  “If we weren’t doing God knows what for the Astral Express,” Stelle says, slowly but surely. “Maybe I’d be a florist right now. It seems calmer than whatever we’re doing.” March laughs. “Yeah, or a garbage collector. “ Stelle hits her shoulder lightly. “Still-” Stelle feels the heat rise to her cheeks. “Why not do this with me? Of course, you don’t have to say yes and I’m not forcing you to..” She knows maybe it isn’t the right time to ask, but what chance does she have to lose when all the answers are right in front of her? “Stelle,” she starts, looking at her companion. “Did you mean this as friends?” “..It could be more than that.”  Stelle suddenly saw the fire in March’s eyes, moving backward to make way for lips to meet hers. It was the softest thing she’s ever felt, but the softness starks in contrast to the wildness of their life, the chaos is soothed by the warm touch of another. They parted, eyes locking with each other. Stelle wraps her arms around March’s waist to nuzzle her neck as gently as possible.  “I’ve been meaning to say I love you for a while now,” Stelle says, gazing into the brightest aura of the universe. March replies quickly, bumping her forehead against her partner. “Yeah. I did too.”  Stelle reaches out to the side to pluck a flower, placing it gently between March’s hair and her ear. “A lily, huh?” she says, “Pink can mean rebirth, sometimes it can mean love.” Stelle kisses the reddened face of the other, intertwining their hands together.  “You know, I’d stay with you as long as you’d let me.” “..You will?” Stelle smiles. “Of course,”  March presses their foreheads together, smiling back. “Starting now?” March says. “Yeah, and starting now, I’d love for you to take pictures of our garden. It’s ours after all.” 

to thine own self be true

['xuhuien']

Teen And Up Audiences

F/M

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

Gepard (Honkai: Star Rail)/Reader, Gepard/Trailblazer (Honkai: Star Rail), Gepard & Serval (Honkai: Star Rail), Serval (Honkai: Star Rail) & Reader

Reader, Gepard (Honkai: Star Rail), Serval (Honkai: Star Rail), Bronya (Honkai: Star Rail)

Canon Compliant, Reader-Insert, no y/n, POV Second Person, How Do I Tag, Character Study, Landau Sibling Dynamics, light fluff with no real romance yet, could turn into a chaptered fic!, Honkai: Star Rail Spoilers, Spoilers, Just a little tho

English

2023-05-05

Completed

2023-05-05

3,688

1/1

7

145

8

1,660

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It was a busy week after Bronya’s inauguration as the new Supreme Guardian. Despite the crew’s initial insistence that there was no need to stay on Jarilo VI any further now that the stellaron was sealed, it was hard for all of you to say no to the people who came looking for help — and there were plenty of them. Cocolia’s disappearance didn’t mean Belobog’s problems were over. Thankfully, Himeko and Mr. Yang didn’t mind, at least for some time longer. You were thankful for the chance to explore some more.    Particularly more parts of the Overworld. Now that you, March, and Dan Heng were no longer wanted criminals—quite the opposite actually—it made walking around the streets of the Administrative District actually possible. The only difference now was that people were running after you to take photos and ask for favours, not to arrest you. It was definitely a welcome change, though. You went through quite a lot of struggles, but all that mattered now was that Belobog was on the path of recovery.    The bright blue sky above you was a welcome change of scenery after being in the Underworld for so long and you were enjoying the breeze when your phone vibrated.    “A text from…” You muttered to yourself as you checked, silently hoping it wasn’t spam again, “Oh, from Serval.”    That was new. You hadn’t heard from her since separating before the big battle, leaving her with Gepard and the Silvermane Guards. She mentioned something about having free afternoon tea at the Goethe Hotel; an offer that was hard to resist, given how old Gertie did mention that the tea Goethe Hotel served was among the best in the city. Not to mention, for free? You were sold. You sent a quick text back that you were free to meet her that afternoon, with March and Dan Heng busy with their own thing.    Upon reaching Goethe Hotel, it wasn’t hard to miss Serval Landau.    The blonde was facing outside the window, but you could tell by the neon blue hairtips and the brighter, bolder outfit than the rest of the people there that it could only be Serval. You walked over casually, taking in the smell of tea and biscuits in the air, smiling a bit at the people who were already seated in the lobby. Once you reached Serval, she turned to face you before you could even say anything.    “Ah, you’re here,” she said with a grin. “Sadly the tables are all occupied, so I’m afraid we’ll be standing around instead.”   “No worries,” you said sincerely.    Serval laughed, “I guess with all the work you do, standing around a little is nothing, right? Let’s order something. I’ve got coupons!”    The rest of the afternoon was a pleasant affair. Serval updated you about what happened back at the frontlines, while you gave her the altered explanation that Bronya already told the rest of Belobog. A part of you felt a small twinge of guilt about lying to Serval of all people about what befell Cocolia, but the topic moved on quickly, almost as if Serval herself didn’t want to think about what happened. You were okay with that, and soon, the two of you left the hotel to head back to her workshop instead. She needed your help with something, but it wasn’t something she felt comfortable discussing in public.    “Look, this may be a little sudden,” Serval began once you were both inside her workshop. She took a deep breath before continuing, “I was just wondering… with the whole stellaron thing over… I just feel like a change of pace would be good for me.” She paused before shaking her head, “Why am I hesitating so much? What I’m trying to say is that I was wondering if the Astral Express has room for one more trailblazer.”    Serval grinned as you tried your best to hide your shock.    “You want to come with us?” You repeated, just to be sure.    “Yeah,” the other nodded immediately. “I just want to get out of here and take on new adventures, you know?”    She said it so surely that it was hard for you to doubt it. Since you were just a newbie on the Astral Express yourself, you sent a quick text to Himeko to ask whether it was okay. She replied rather quickly, stating that the Express was open to whomever wished to join them. All in all, it was easier than you expected, and you told Serval as much. The latter’s reaction was a delighted laugh as she looked positively thrilled that it went so easily. Serval was in the middle of thanking you for contacting Himeko, when the workshop door opened with an audible swish.    “Serval, I—“    You glanced at the person who entered: Gepard Landau, Captain of the Silvermane Guards, and Serval’s younger brother. His resemblance to his sister was uncanny, but the two were both extremely alike and terribly different. As it went, Gepard stopped in his tracks upon seeing you in the store, before his eyes fell on Serval. For a moment, it looked like he forgot what he was about to say, but his posture straightened considerably before he continued talking.    “Sorry, I didn’t realize you had a guest,” Gepard said politely as he strode forward, dressed in his Silvermane armour. He stopped right next to you and gave you a quick nod, “Hello again. I’m pleased that we could meet under friendlier circumstances this time.”   You couldn’t help but agree, “Likewise.”   He smiled at you before turning back to Serval, expression stoney, “I’m here due to Lady Bronya’s orders.”   “Oh? Am I in trouble again?” Serval raised her brows in mock surprise, “What is it with Supreme Guardians?”    Gepard shook his head immediately, “I can assure you, it’s not that. Actually it’s the opposite. Lady Bronya was hoping you would… consider rejoining the Silvermane Guards.”    This didn’t sound like a conversation you should be hearing right now, but it was hard to escape with the air suddenly so tense. Serval clearly didn’t take well to what was just said especially after she had just told you about her decision to join the Astral Express — a decision, you realized with a start, that her younger brother clearly didn’t know about. Given Serval’s history with Cocolia and her experience as a researcher that didn’t go so well, it made sense that she wasn’t so keen about what Gepard just said.    Serval sighed, “Look, I’m honoured, but… that’s just not who I am anymore.”   “I beg to differ,” Gepard countered quickly. “Lady Bronya acknowledges your expertise not just as a past researcher, but also in the field of mechanical engineering. There’s no doubt she knows how much help you could do in the restoration of Belobog,” he paused for a moment as if willing Serval to take in what he just said before he continued quietly, “She is requesting an audience with you. I understand this is sudden, but you should at least go see her.”    You glanced at Serval to see her eyebrows knotted in thought, before she sighed.    “Fine,” she said with a resigned air, “But I’m going there to decline her offer.”   With a small smile directed at you, Serval added, “Wish me luck?”   “That doesn’t seem like something I can say with Gepard standing right there,” you joked to ease the mood. It worked on Serval, at least, as she laughed before excusing herself, apologizing that your day was cut short. Gepard, on the other hand, looked a little sheepish at the comment. His awkwardness grew tenfold once Serval left the workshop and left the two of you alone, which was only a little painful to watch, but you tried to ignore it. After all, your previous encounters always seemed to end in a fight.   Gepard cleared his throat, “Do you find Lady Bronya’s request odd?”    “No,” you shook your head. Definitely not. After all, everything Gepard said was true. Serval was definitely someone who could do a lot of great things for Belobog. You hesitated slightly before deciding to throw caution to the wind, knowing Gepard was going to find out sooner or later, “Hey, speaking of Serval. There was a request she asked from me just now. It’s about joining the Astral Express.”   A look of surprise passed Gepard’s features quickly, but it disappeared just as fast.    He shook his head, “Ah, that explains some things. Serval does seem like she would enjoy this trailblazing work you do.”    Still, even as the words left his lips, it was obvious that the thought didn’t sit well with him either. You weren’t sure what to do. It was the first time you were left alone with Gepard with no looming threat or anything similar to worry about. He did seem easier to read than his sister, at least. The look in his eyes was more worried than anything else, his lips pursed in thought. You tried to think of something comforting to say.    “I’m sure Bronya will listen to what she has to say,” you settled with giving him a hopeful look.    Gepard merely sighed back, “Hand on heart, I don’t exactly want to see my sister stuck at Qlipoth Fort sighing behind a desk all day. Her inquisitive mind would indeed be more fit exploring worlds on the Astral Express.”    “But?”   “But I wish she’s doing this for reasons that don’t involve Madam Cocolia’s sudden passing,” Gepard said easily, tone growing somber.    You placed a hand on his shoulder as a gesture of comfort, but ended up jumping back in surprise when Gepard flinched immediately upon contact. Your own nerves sprang into action at his sudden reaction—which you couldn’t help but see as a negative and thus tapped into your own flight-or-flight reflexes—as you willed yourself to calm down, an apology ready on your lips, but Gepard beat you to it.   “My apologies,” he said abruptly, looking away from you with a flush on his cheeks,    “No, it’s my fault,” you countered, feeling rather awkward as you both stood at a larger distance than before. “Not a big fan of physical contact, I presume?”   Gepard shook his head, “Just wired to be cautious, that’s all. Please don’t take it personally.”    You raised your hands up in mock defense, “We’re fine, really.”    A moment passed in silence that stretched out a bit too long. Gepard wasn’t making any move to leave. He seemed rather interested in what was inside the workshop instead, tilting his head to get a better view of the ceilings and shelves and things on display. You weren’t sure what else to do but mimic his movements, glancing around while your mind tried to think of something to do or even say. This was the first time you were left alone with Gepard and he wasn’t as much of a talker like his sister, that was for sure.    “Do you think we should—“   “I was wondering if—“   You both began to say only to pause at the same time as well. Gepard had that flustered look on his face again but he hurriedly gestured for you to continue first.    “I was wondering if you knew anything about these wanted posters I saw around town yesterday,” you began to explain.    It was hard to miss the posters that represented you, March, Dan Heng, and even Sampo posted around town. It was also hard to miss the way they were drawn. Each of them had at least two versions; one that was… well, wildly drawn, so to speak. A mess of coloured lines and soulless eyes that made March laugh out loud before finding offense in them. The other style was actually rather impressive if not overly flattering, giving Dan Heng sparkly eyes and an impossibly alluring smile. Needless to say, he took them down immediately and you all took to removing the rest, too.    Surprisingly, the topic made Gepard perk up.    “Ah, you saw those? My apologies, I meant to take them down but we’ve been too busy with all the affairs. Rest assured, the people know what you and your friends have done for Belobog,” he placed a hand on his chest and gave you a slight bow.    “No worries, we actually already took them down. I was just curious about something.”   “Oh,” Gepard blinked back his surprise before smiling, “I see. Thank you. What was it about them that you wanted to ask about?”   You recalled the funny sketches, “Who drew the, uhm, wilder styled posters? The ones that weren’t flowery.”    “Flowery?” He looked confused for a moment before a look of realization appeared on his features, “Ah. I think Pela might have drawn her own versions then. Flowers sound more her style, if I’m right to assume, she’s always been secretive about her art.” He gave you a pleased grin, “You must be referring to the posters I made then. We were in a bit of a rush to get the word out and may have doubled up the wanted posters. But, ah, what do you mean by wild? I admit, I am no artist, but I did try my best.”    Oh. Oh, no. There was no way you could just tell the man standing before you that his posters weren’t exactly the best. Although it did make him a bit more endearing, looking at you with sparkling blue eyes, and for a moment he reminded you of Pela’s drawings if they came to life. The thought surprised you though as you quickly willed it away, choosing instead to figure out a way to phrase things more delicately. How could you say that his sketches resembled a three year old’s scribbles without offending him?    Maybe he simply didn’t need to know…   “They were very vivid,” you said with a firm nod, “Real nice.”    Gepard’s smile widened considerably, causing his eyes to curve upwards in a way that made him look younger, and less like the scary captain he was known to be. If you weren’t being careful, it would be easy to say that he looked good, actually. Handsome would even be an understatement, especially with the way the sunlight that filtered into the workshop bounced off his blond hair just right, also causing his silver armour to shine. Was this how Pela saw the world? You wondered to yourself before quickly shaking the thought out of your mind once more once Gepard spoke.    “That’s high praise. Thank you,” he said, tacking your name at the end, still smiling.    You couldn’t help but look away, both out of guilt for sorta lying to him and also to avoid his deep blue eyes.    “What were you supposed to say earlier then?” You asked in an attempt to change the topic.    “Ah,” Gepard recalled with a nod, “Do you think we should head to Qlipoth Fort ourselves? Serval’s taking some time.”    It couldn’t have been that long since Serval left but you agreed, grateful for the chance to head out and get some fresh air, hoping it would clear your head. Extended periods of time with Gepard that didn’t result in some kind of battle was proving to be harder to handle. Maybe you’d even prefer a fight. But unfortunately, you left the baseball bat at the hotel, and you doubted you could actually take Gepard on without the others helping you out. With that in mind, you gave him a short nod.    The two of you exited the workshop around the same time Molly, Serval’s assistant, was heading back from lunch break. The walk to Qlipoth Fort wasn’t a long one, but at least the silence wasn’t so stifling this time around. You could tell that with each step, Gepard’s worry also grew, likewise torn between his duties as Silvermane Guard and as Serval’s brother. Both of which were tied to him being a Landau and if there’s anything you knew about them so far, it was that they were a stubborn bunch.    From outside Bronya’s office door, the two of you can just barely hear the conversation that was going on.    You wanted to stay there and listen in but Gepard insisted it would be rude, so you relented and entered with him.    “Ah, right on time,” Bronya greeted with a gentle smile. She didn’t look bothered at all when she waved Serval goodbye, “It’s on me that I didn’t consider your own wishes, but no worries.”    “Thank you, Lady Bronya,” Serval said softly.    She was holding something that looked like a guitar in her hands when she walked over to you and Gepard. A small smile was on her lips, but sadness was clear in her eyes. Still, no tears fell as the three of you walked back out. Gepard eyed the guitar, but didn’t say anything until you were all out of earshot, back in the square. Once outside, Serval heaved a great sigh and lifted the guitar up for the two of you to see.    “Lady Bronya didn’t even try to persuade me,” Serval said with a wry smile, “You’d think she just wanted me there to give me this old thing.”   “I wouldn’t put it past her to know you wouldn’t step inside Qlipoth Fort voluntarily,” Gepard commented lightly.    You gestured at the guitar, “So, this is yours?”   “Yeah, I guess,” Serval chuckled, explaining that it was an “electric guitar” created by both herself and Cocolia in their younger years. They always shared their stuff with each other and the guitar was in Cocolia’s hands when their friendship ended, even if she didn’t exactly play. Serval’s eyes were still sad when she recalled her past memories, but it was tinged with something else you couldn’t quite catch. Regret? No, maybe even anger? Whatever it was, it was gone by the time she looked back up at you.    “Enough of this,” she said with a smile, “I have to pack. Geppie, help your sister out?”    Gepard frowned at the nickname but didn’t comment, “Now? There’s a few things I need to check in the Underworld, actually. Plus, are you really leaving so soon?”    “I guess I don’t have to leave today or anything,” Serval answered with a sigh. She turned to you, “And I’ve kept you for too long. You should also head back.”    “If that’s all then, sure,” you said, briefly recalling that Clara texted you earlier so you actually had to drop by the Underworld sooner or later. You were reminded of what Gepard mentioned just as Serval walked back to the workshop, leaving the two of you behind, even more so when Gepard made no move to walk away. He stood there, watching his sister leave with a wistful look on his face. There must have been more things running in his head than he let on, but you didn’t want to pry.    Instead you brought up, “You mentioned something about the Underworld?”    Gepard turned back to you in surprise, “Yes, actually, I was meaning to ask your help about that. I need to talk to Wildfire, but…” He trailed off, staring once more at the direction Serval went, “Maybe on a day where Serval is more available. I assume receiving that guitar from Lady Bronya is affecting her more than she lets on, so she’ll need some time to herself.” He sighed before his posture straightened, staring at you right in the eye again, “When that time comes, can I ask you for a favour?”   “Sure,” you said easily. Favours were no stranger to you by now and it was hard to turn down Gepard’s constant earnestness.    He smiled at you, “Thank you. You’re very kind. If you were born a Belobogian, I bet you would have made a great Silvermane Guard yourself.”    You couldn’t help but laugh, “Maybe, but I’m not one for rules. Rules are made to be broken.”   “There’s a reason those wanted posters were up after all,” Gepard said almost teasingly, and for a moment, you were surprised to hear him speak to you so casually. Apparently, even he caught on to the way he was speaking as a flush rose high on his cheeks, “I mean — sorry, that was no way to talk to you. Please, forgive me.”    “Hey, loosen up a little,” you couldn’t help but laugh, once more finding the blush on his cheeks to be rather cute. “I don’t mind. After all, now that things have settled down, let’s put our past differences behind us, shall we?” You extended a hand to him as a peace offering of sorts. “I know you were only working on the orders you received anyway. Plus, you were a big help in allowing us to get past the frontlines. Friends?”   Gepard looked visibly surprised, the blush on his cheeks not quite fading.    After a second, he took your hand in his gloved one.    “Yes, I think I’d like that. Friends,” he repeated, giving you another smile that was void of his usual uptight politeness. He looked genuinely happy and you were sure it was mirrored in your own features. Gepard gave your hand a small squeeze, “Thank you. Do you perhaps need a walk back to the hotel? I’d be more than happy to accompany you. If you have any questions about the town or anything similar, I’ll also gladly offer my services and help, whatever it may be. You know, as — as a friend.”    He let go of your hand, smile turning shy and sheepish.    There was a weird, unfamiliar feeling fluttering in your chest and stomach at the sight of Gepard. Unfamiliar, but not exactly unwanted, at least until you remained clueless as to what exactly you felt. You knew you were happy though when you accepted the walk back to the hotel, biting back a comment about how you’ve run around Belobog so much you’re more than aware of the streets and won’t exactly get lost. But you fell into step next to Gepard anyway, asking him about the fountain in the center square, and wondering how the events with Serval would unfold.  

o captain, my captain

['bbiemilk']

Explicit

F/M

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

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

Gepard (Honkai: Star Rail)

Reader-Insert, Short One Shot, Established Relationship, Wall Sex, Smut, Semi-Public Sex, Creampie, Needy Reader, Blushy Gepard <3, Finger Sucking, Quickies, Pet Names

English

2023-05-05

Completed

2023-05-05

1,869

1/1

8

620

77

10,820

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Gepard tastes strawberries and cream on your tongue as you pull him into an empty corridor at Qlipoth Fort, smells sunshine on your neck as you giggle in between cheeky kisses laid over his lips, his forehead, his jaw. “Hey, hey… Someone’s going to catch us.” He chides you gently but to no avail, because when you whisper over his cheeks that you don’t care if someone sees, and that you just missed him so much, and that you might die if you went another hour without him, he can’t fight the shy laugh that bubbles in his throat, nor the pretty shade of pink that dusts his ears. And that pink spreads to his cheeks, down his neck; It turns a deeper shade of rouge when you lean your weight on him and fist at the fur of his collar, breathe soft little noises into his mouth for him to steal and make a home of in his heart. “Gepard…” You sigh his name like that— with that delicate lilt to your voice— it sounds a bit like a dream to him, and he knows it all too well; Knows it from all the late nights your toes curl and tap over his broad shoulders, from all the early mornings his fingers and lips have spent pulling honey from in between your legs. It’s a noise so sweet, so pretty; He thinks himself to be a sinner with how something so innocent and angelic makes his blood run hot and cock throb with need.  “Yes?” Exasperation laces his words and the stifled groans that follow when you kiss along the heavy vein of his neck, press your clothed pussy into his sinewy thigh and find his cock already half-hard, twitching and leaking pre from the love you slather over him. He’s inhaling through his teeth when you can only bring yourself to whine in response to his question, tug weakly at the zipper of his slacks; And before you do anything else to weaken his heart, he mumbles into your hair, breath thick with a burning desire that he tries to shove back down his throat. “Not now, angel— C-Christ, i’m still on duty…”  A set of metal-plated fingers wrap around your hips, squeeze gently in a silent beg when you stumble back into the wall and curl your fingers into his coat almost woefully, tugging him towards you as best you can to feel more of his warmth. “N-No! No— promise it’ll be quick, please, need you so bad…”  And against his will, Gepard finds himself twisting like a sunflower at the sound of your voice— pitchy and petulant little pleas travelling straight to his cock, to the twitch of his fingers as they dig just a tad more forcefully into your flesh. “Sweetheart…” Your lover inhales sharply, squeezes his eyes shut to keep from looking into your own, for if he does, he’s afraid he just might give in to your salacious whims. “My guards will notice I’m missing.” “Even if they do, no one can question you about it, right, captain?” You whisper over his lips, squeeze your legs a little tighter around his thigh in an attempt to gain more friction where you need it the most. “You… You never play fair, do you…” A chill flits down his spine at the name you call him and his head falls forwards to bump against your own, brain clouded with lust and a certain dizziness that makes him feel as though he might faint.  “Pretty please… I'm already so wet for you, just look,” he follows your gaze to where his thigh has been pressed up against the hot apex of your legs, and the sight of your slick staining the crotch of your panties and white of his pants has him releasing a shaky exhale. He’s losing his war against the sun. Because the Captain of the Silvermane Guards is famously uncompromising, stubborn, loyal to his job and perhaps to a fault, yet, when you look like this— dusk falling overhead through the stained glass to cast a halo over your head and make visible the hearts in your eyes, when you look as stunning as you do with the sun glowing from your chest, Gepard feels like his muscles are being seared, his bones burnt into dust by the heat you envelop him in. “God, you’re gonna kill me…” Even so, he doesn’t think he minds dying at your hands when it’s like this. He’s admitting defeat before he even realizes it; With your fingers tugging at the blonde that curls around his ears as he hikes up the skirt of your dress with one arm and hooks the back of your knee over the inside of his elbow with the other. And then you’re sighing— all dreamy and blissed out when he hastily pulls his cock out from his slacks and taps his throbbing head over your clit before gliding his length along your soaking folds. It’s too slow— how he inches into you, pushing his hips back and forth once, twice, three times until your pussy swallows as much of his cock as it can, until the sharpness of his hipbones rubs against your own. And it’s so wrong, so lewd— the position he has you in, his entire body weight caging you against the wall, broad shoulders hiding you from view should any passersby turn the corner and be met with a sight so incredibly… Debauch. You paw desperately at the breastplate of his armour as he fills you up, your tight ring of muscle stretched to accommodate his girth, and no matter how long he takes to prep you, no matter how wet you are, there’s always that initial dull ache that rips through your groin when he pushes into you. It has you lurching into his chest, little sobs of ’s so big, ’s too much pressing hot on his ear. And, oh, Gepard is just so sweet, cradling the back of your head to keep it from hitting the wall as he shushes you softly, “shh, it’s okay, you’re okay— y-you gotta be quiet.” His gentle demeanour only makes you keen further, makes your legs tremble in his hold and your voice crack from how pitchy your whines get; He’s left with one last option to prevent the two of you from getting caught. Before he can let another sound rip from your throat, he’s tearing off his glove with his teeth, grinding his molars against the worn leather as he pushes two of his fingers past your open mouth, pressing down on your tongue to silence you as best he can. His assertiveness makes your mind fog up with submission— it has your toes curling at the low baritone of his voice as it drills breathy groans into your ear, your heart feeling the reverberations of the growl bubbling deep in his chest— because, fuck, when you lick and suck at his fingers like that, it shreds away all the remaining patience he has, wears it thin until there’s just one thread left. “B-Baby, you’re all the way in here…” Pulling off his digits with a little pop, you whisper through slurred words and bring a palm to your navel, his own hand following suit. He presses down lightly, enough to have you gasping from a blossom of pleasure, enough to have your gummy walls oozing slick around him and clamp down tightly to suck his length in even deeper. He’s so deep— you swear he’s in your womb, and just imagining his cock nestled there, throbbing and leaking hot cum to mark you with a proclamation of his love makes the blood boil blue in your chest, course through your limbs and to the aching twitch of your fingers. “Feel you in my tummy, Gepard.” “O-Oh, God…” And that’s when the last thread snaps. Gepard doesn’t think there’s anything else in this universe that makes him lose sight of his cool like you do, because as soon as you’re saying those words in that sinfully sweet voice of yours, he’s given up on letting your little cunt adjust to his size. Instead, he’s panting and groaning and fucking up into you without warning— hips ruthless enough in their thrusts to lift your tippy toes off the ground, leaky head of his cock grinding into the spongy patch of tissue that has you wailing out and hiccuping over your cries. "G-Gepard!" It’s almost feral, the way he silences you with his kisses, dipping his tongue into your mouth to explore the sweet concavities, a growl ripping from his throat with each draw of his hips as he grinds into the most sensitive pleasure points lining your wall and rolls his crotch into your neglected clit— his ministrations coax pretty noise after pretty noise from you that he swallows with his own, drawing them down deep into his heart.  When you begin to hiccup on shallow breaths and your bambi eyes glaze over with honey, Gepard realizes he’s worked you up to that soft, dreamy headspace; The words tumble out of your pouty lips before you have a chance to think them through— all slurred and lilted like a sweet dance— because you’re drunk on his cock, and terribly in love with him, and all that. “You’re gonna make me cum.” You drawl out shakily as he continues to rut up into you, make a mess of your pussy as lewd slapslapslap’s ring through the empty corridor. And when you moan over his mouth and chase after his lips, gently tugging on them and whining a little k-kiss me, Gepard, wanna kiss you when i cum, it’s too much. It’s so much, because it’s only been a short while but the dreamy look in your half-lidded gaze and your pitchy voice send a glow of mind-numbing pleasure through his entire body, down from his chest all the way to his cock— and just like that, he’s cumming alongside you— thrusts sloppy and jerky before he plunges into your completely. Spurt after spurt of creamy white ribbon fills your womb, flushing your limbs full of a tingling warmth only he can give you. Your cunt spills his thick seed; It oozes down all sides of his cock, down his balls and to the floor, and in your hazy comedown, your light panting breaks off into a lovely little peal of giggles. “You came s’much… all for me, mhm?” "Mhm… all for you... Pretty girl,” the sweet sounds you make endear your lover all the more to you; It’s evident by how he smiles tiredly into your hair, sucks in his cheeks in a failed attempt to keep from blushing so much, straightens the bows in your now mussed ponytails, rubs his nose sappily over yours— one way and then the other. Your post-coital bliss ends far quicker than either you want it to, for the clang of metal hitting cobblestone and a disgusted gasp from the eldest landau has your eyes going wide, Gepard’s face flushing a deep berry as he stutters over his words and tries to reason. “Ugh, Gepard, get a room!”

"i'm too late to be your first love, but i'll always be your favorite"

['i-yannyy (to_err_is_human)']

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F/F

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

Cocolia/Serval Landau

Serval Landau, Cocolia (Honkai: Star Rail)

Songfic, Fluff and Angst, Kinda canon compliant, Self-Indulgent, Conflict of Interests, Opposites Attract, How Do I Tag, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Lesbians in Space, Useless Lesbians, you know how this ends, no beta we die like men, Exes, Tags Are Hard, Feelings

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2023-04-30

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2023-05-05

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"No, it's no use, I might have to cancel the upcoming shows, Dunn." Serval says to the familiar figure helping her move in. He puts down the second luggage and helps the blonde boy outside move in a couch and a desk. Her brother, Gepard Landau. "Or, you could... huff.. prototype a new guitar..." he says, struggling with the weight of the glazed mahogany desk. "These are so heavy..." Dunn wipes the sweat off his brow and closes the door. Gepard motions for him to come over and they take turns drinking their fill from the Silvermane Guard-inspired water flask. "Are you kidding? It took us ages to come up with that design! And now she says she never wants to see me again, and calls me her "greatest friend" in one breath too.." She stretches her arms upwards, feeling the tension leave her very tired limbs. If anything, it didn't really matter; she had their family's finances to burn. But it was nice being able to take hold of your career and interests. "If you had an argument, just apologize. It's that simple," Gepard offered, but his suggestion was met with a disapproving gaze from Serval. "I have a feeling it isn't," she says. "Can you imagine she had the nerve to say I was getting in the way of her duty to Belobog?" Maybe, deep down, she was salty towards Cocolia. The band thing was their idea, and the arrangement was that Serval would make up fancy guitar riffs, and Cocolia was in charge of the lyrics. Needless to say, both had very different artistic perceptions and often clashed because of it. To Gepard, it was another one of those arguments. Cocolia was a very... soft person. A very witty girl she was, with hair the same shade of blonde as Serval's, always tied in a long ponytail that went over one of her shoulders. Teacher's pet in every subject imaginable, and so insufferably.... perfect. She had eyes set like amethyst gems; cold, calculating, but beautiful. Serval liked to think of herself as rough around the edges, tough, like a real rock n' roll master. But at this, Cocolia would scoff uncontrollably, like it was the most absurd thing in the world. Which wasn't true. But Cocolia would always say that her eyes were the most captivating shade of blue, like the Belobog sky. "Everyone knows what the sky looks like, Cocolia. Aeons above, you make that sound tragic." And she would smile, that smile that caught Serval so... off-guard that she found herself looking down, digging into the ground below her heels. She felt... unworthy. Cocolia was so smart, so much smarter than her. So the day the Aeon of Erudition appeared to her, and not her superior best friend, Serval was so shell-shocked she could do nothing but pluck at the guitar's strings until the earlier morning hours; why her? This annoyed Cocolia greatly because aside from sleep, it also meant that in a conversation, Serval would always seem to hyperfixate on something behind her, as if Serval was seeing something she couldn't. One night, they talked about it. Cocolia sits on the soft bed and feels herself sink into the mattress a little bit. She pats on the space beside her, and the tired, sleep-worn Serval followed willingly. "Tell me what's been bothering you, Serval, or I swear to the Preservation-" "You." And when eyes of solemn sapphire met eyes of austere amethyst, it wasn't until Serval reached out with her hand that she realized they were so close, too close even. "Why was it not you? Why me?" Cocolia sighed. "Because you, you have always had a will of your own. It was about time some Aeon had put you into place. Or else I would've." "And what of it? What life could I have with you if you, per verbatim, put me in my place?" Moments of silence pass as Cocolia thinks about her next words. "Well for one, a happy life." This shocked Serval. "No life under anyone would make me happy, Cocolia, you know that. We've been over that." "I didn't mean it that way, Serval." "Then how? How do you intend to put me in a place, like some kind of exotic bird? Do you wish to cut off my wings too?" "Aeons help me, of course not!" But it was too late. Serval had already stormed out the room, face flushed and heart beating too loudly for her liking. --------------------------------------------------------------------- When you have this kind of connection, it's often hard to entangle yourself from that person. When you attach yourself like that to a person, the line which divides what is yours and what is theirs is blurred; there is a single consciousness. A single entity, a "we." And that's what Cocolia was to her, before and after their first argument. They shared their room, their beds, their guitar, and their secrets. But only Serval could work her electric magic into their music, a sort of compromise between their two different worlds; one of order, and one of chaos. The duty had long been entrusted to Cocolia; even before they became this close, Serval already knew she was to ascend next as Belobog's Supreme Guardian, which she never really cared about. Belobog politics could never touch her, not if she was a Landau. This, of course, had always been an issue between the both of them, as a fiery-hearted Cocolia defends the importance of her position to the people of Belobog, and an apathetic Serval forced to listen to her lectures. It wasn't until Cocolia talked about the Underworld that her eyes had been brutally forced open, aware of their plight. Cocolia had always fought for them. And it wasn't until their conversation about the sky that Serval even realized; some children aren't born with the privilege of the sky, and of clean, breathable air, and comfortable homes. "Remember what I said about your eyes being the sky, Val?" Cocolia starts. They're closer now, with nicknames to show it. "What about it, Lia?" "Well. I find it absurd that some people don't even know what the sky looks like, don't you think?" Silence passes, before Cocolia talks again. "I think... I want to protect your eyes of sky. Aeons know how much of the stars they put in your eyes, only for you to look away when people call your name." And that feeling again, of tragedy, unavoidable disaster like the swallowing abyss. Serval can't meet Cocolia's eyes. Tears well up. And she had never felt more inadequate and undeserving in her whole life until this moment. --------------------------------------------------------------------- In a lonely dormitory room, a blond-haired girl with deep-set eyes of amethyst luster is curled up in a bed too big for one person, except she's on the cold side, the side that hasn't been slept in since her roommate left, the closest companion she'll ever have in this cruel, suffocating world. Her shaky figure gives off the impression that she's been crying. The guitar is gingerly in its case, dust wiped off so cautiously it might've been made of glass. The strings are loose, just in case the constant tension might cause the expensive strings to break. The girl on the bed thinks that she, like the guitar, is waiting. In her dreams, someone knocks on the door. And she already knows who it is. --------------------------------------------------------------------- Serval finds herself hesitating in the corridor outside their old dorm room. She hasn't knocked; goodness knows what she'll do after that. Maybe she'll ask to move back in? Or at least, have the guitar back? What use would the next Supreme Guardian of Belobog have for a silly electric guitar? As she waits to make up her mind, memories can't help but flood her mind. She spent so much of her life within these walls, considering she never really liked going home to face her father. In fact, if she really allowed herself to face the truth, Cocolia was her life for most of the time she resided here. She allowed herself to trail in her shadow, thinking that she was content with it, she was content with being second-place because it meant nothing could dethrone her best friend, her roommate, Cocolia Rand. They would have to get through her first. --------------------------------------------------------------------- Feelings fascinated Cocolia, she always had a word for it, no matter how confusing or complicated the feeling was. Serval jokingly called her the Aeon of Feelings, simply because her obsession with such fleeting moments made her a reliable yardstick for Serval's own feelings; she would find herself measuring her own feelings up to hers every day. Back then, it was only because Cocolia had all the answers she would ever need. It took much longer for Serval to figure out that she was hopelessly, despairingly in love with her best friend, the next Supreme Guardian of Belobog. They had a conversation about it one day. "Lia, what's that feeling when you feel like something bad is gonna happen. Like a premature reaction of sorts?" "Like a premonition?" "Yeah, but instead of running away from the disaster, you find yourself pulled into it, so absorbed in the sheer calamity it causes. Is there a name for that?" Cocolia tilts her head and thinks. "Hmm, that's a hard one, Val. You're not thinking of negligence, are you?" "No..." Serval says. They're on the balcony of the study hall, the cold breeze biting the bits of exposed skin of their cheeks, chafing it. They're the only ones there too. And, a common pattern nowadays. They're so close, too close. Serval feels Cocolia pressing her body weight on her side as they lean on the railing, observing the world below. The sky is grey, and perhaps that's the reason behind the weird weather they've been having lately. Her warmth radiates off her body, like it's begging to be held, to be touched. A flush runs up Serval's own cheeks at her own thoughts. Cocolia blurts it out. "Val, maybe it's love." "...That can't be right," she says, but Cocolia is already looking directly at her. Her exhales are marked by the fog of smoke that escapes her lips, her poor lips that are chafing because of the coolness of the air. It happens too quickly, but she leans in for a kiss, and feels the electricity spark in her veins, traveling in the gap between their bodies, the one that closes with every second they spend locked just like that, in their own little corner of the world. And for a while, Serval forgets. Cocolia forgets. Serval forgets that all she ever wanted was a house in some faraway land, far away from the troubles that came with being a citizen in a land like Belobog; a day could barely be spent enjoyed with all the social disparities she had learned not to tolerate, issues that would demand Cocolia's attention and time, meaning they couldn't spend the rest of their lives here. A spark ignites in her being like an epiphany; she couldn't afford to run away. Not now. In the minutes they're locked in a kiss, Cocolia forgets that she's the next Supreme Guardian of Belobog. She feels the pressure melt away, and for once in her life, she's a normal girl with her lover on a desolate, cloudy morning. She sees a glimpse of the life she could have had, if she were born under a different name, in a different time. But a spark ignites in her, like a dream. She cannot afford to run away. She must stay. To protect Belobog, its citizens, and most importantly, Serval. She hears it for the first time. The voice of the Stellaron. One night, Serval remembers waking up to the sound of small shivers and harsh, forced breathing. Her lover's stuttering inhale was heard even if Cocolia's back had been facing her, a poor attempt at hiding whatever was bothering her. "B-but... why..." Her lover seemed so fragile, so small at that moment, that whatever it was, Serval wanted it to go away. It bothered Cocolia so much that she jumped at the sudden feeling of arms around her waist, asking her to go back to sleep. Serval wonders what she did that made her cry even harder, sobs wrecking their chaos on the girl with amethyst-gem eyes. A part of her heart aches for Cocolia, for her unspoken tribulation, and her unbroken, willing silence. This was the problem with falling in love with people destined for a greater, more significant Path than yours; it was in all the Greek epics. But for some reason, at an hour too early for words, she found herself thinking of Achilles and Patroclus, the Greek lovers; in some universe, she would find herself restrained by how insignificant her own existence seemed. Everything they could've ever become seemed so small, so trivial compared to the fact that Cocolia belonged to the people of Belobog, a party she never thought she'd have to compete with. But I exist, her heart wanted to say. But I exist. I exist. I exist. Looking at Cocolia, it seemed plain as day that the act of existing could only bring her pain and conflict. She could only hold her tighter in her arms, whether to keep her there for as long as Serval possibly could before she left. Feelings of guilt bubbled up within her, and the feeling that an immense tragedy was on its way did not cease. -------------------------------------------------------------------- In the present, the hand with calloused fingertips gently grazed the hardwood door of what its owner once thought home and played once-familiar melodies. It was all just muscle memory to her anyways, what with how Cocolia never even bothered to send for her so she could receive her guitar. Now, things had to come to this. It's been a week since she left, and already, she found herself missing the safety that came with the room, with her guitar; she realized only then that the safety she felt came from neither of those things, but from her roommate. Her roommate, and the Serval's own hubris in thinking that Cocolia could only ever be hers. So, aptly, she knocked. -------------------------------------------------------------------- "How do you do that? With your eyes?" "My eyes?" Serval asks. They're sitting on the roof of yet another Administrative District building, freshly graduated from their university. Both Serval and Cocolia came out of their miniature hell with Latin honors, so they both came up with an interesting idea; that perhaps they could run off and celebrate on their own. "They're so... shiny, Val." Serval and her dad had an argument the other day about the future of her career; he wished her to go to work and forget about band life. Cocolia's own worries stemmed as she would eventually have no such free time, to prepare for the huge responsibility that was succeeding her predecessor as Supreme Guardian. Tired with their lives, they each thought they could escape all of it, just for tonight. If they couldn't have forever, they could at least have this, right? Even Cocolia was aware of their expiration date like a ticking time bomb, but she chose to foolishly believe it could all be overthrown. That she could be who Serval wanted her to be and who Belobog needed, at the same time. But it weighed even heavier on Serval, whose interests never seemed to align with a career path that was available to her. She hated using her family name to get anything; it seemed to say that her skills lacked. And when Serval expressed this, Cocolia had thought deeply about it, smiled, and took hold of her lover's hand. "Maybe, Val, when I become Supreme Guardian, just maybe, I could get in a good word for you! And you'll become an Architect, too." And we'll never have to spend another minute worrying about this, her words seemed to say. It made sense. Serval could invent for a living! And she wouldn't worry about growing apart from Cocolia, whose office was just a few minutes of walking away. That was the plan. And it worked for a while. Then, the ascension ceremony came and ended, and the new Supreme Guardian of Belobog took extra care in sneaking past security to their secret meetup spot on the roof overlooking the wondrous city lights of the Administrative District, carrying a bottle of wine to celebrate. Serval, happily appointed as one of the Architects, found an especially fancy charcuterie board for the both of them to share. The night ended with their second kiss; Serval was haunted by the visage of Cocolia's wine-stained lips, a dark maroon. She felt her own fingers reach out to graze her face and moved closer and closer until she gave the barest of kisses. This was until Cocolia had held Serval's face in her own hands and kissed her back, harder, more passionately. No, a voice in Serval's head seemed to whisper. Not like this, not when the night is still so young; when I still have so much to give you. Not when we're so close to figuring this out, how we work, and how we don't. Don't leave me, it pleaded. Serval was so hopelessly, undeniably in love, but so, so scared. But she knew that she wasn't sad for the moment. She was sad for all the things she'd have to do to keep it like this. -------------------------------------------------------------------- The Eternal Freeze had come upon the people of Belobog since forever; no one could pinpoint exactly when it had started, but Serval’s research suggested that it had something to do with the Stellaron, an awkward subject in the conversations held in each other’s company. The research gradually progressed; it had been a small but necessary side project, but now, it was at the forefront of government funding. Cocolia was kind enough to lend so much support, but things between them seemed… awkward. Something had changed, definitely, and that was going to be the elephant in the room until one of them addressed it. Cocolia seemed… changed, too. Even now as she was talking, Serval couldn’t help but get the sense that Cocolia wasn’t seeing her, but rather, seeing something unbeknownst to her, like some kind of specter waiting for acknowledgment behind her back. Over their tea and pastries, it seemed that the life they had both wanted for themselves seemed simultaneously closer and farther away. Things quickly turned stale, and if it weren’t for their break meetings, perhaps Serval would’ve given up a long, long time ago. But she didn’t, for Cocolia’s sake, and perhaps by extension, she felt duty-bound to the people of Belobog now that she was an Architect. Her father never bothered her about her position or her life. Seeing him boast about his son as Captain of the Silvermane guards was great, but it was soured always whenever his friends or whoever was listening to him brought up his other child, the Architect. She would see him brush her away, and change the topic. Serval wondered what she had done to make him pretend she wasn’t of his kin. So, of course, Serval never bothered keeping up with him. She would maintain correspondence with everyone else though, and for now, that was enough. Everything was quaint and lovely, all before Cocolia’s knife stopped moving halfway through the rather moist quiche bread, and Serval’s ears last registered the clinking of the cutlery on the plate before Cocolia spoke, disturbing the tense silence. “I think you have a right to know that I’m considering cutting off the Stellaron project” “What?” “I… The resources need to be allocated elsewhere, Serval. The other Architects have agreed upon it, and we decided that it would be in the best interest of Belobog. I’m sure you understand…” Cocolia sighed and reached for her hand, but Serval flinched at her touch and pulled away. Serval cast a horrified look at her lover. “This has been my life’s work! You can’t just, take that from me!” Serval reasoned furiously, barely reining in her emotions. All that effort would be gone. Days. Weeks. Months. Years. She would have to dismiss her friends and her colleagues. Maybe move on to another project if she was lucky or her motivation returned. But she can’t help it herself. She was invested in the Stellaron project; this was her work, she was the lead researcher on it, and she worked so hard just to get to this point in time. Only for Cocolia to take it away from her. “We’re not… kids anymore, Serval. You know that. You about the rumors, about how I give you preferential treatment. You know they ruin both our reputations.” Serval looked at Cocolia only to find that Cocolia wasn’t even looking at her, but rather, through her, as if some offstage director had been giving her directions. Was this funny to her? Or no, was it just not that important? “I know that. I do, but the Stellaron project is the biggest project of the Belobog academe. How will you explain this?” She stands up from her chair and goes to Cocolia to kneel at her feet. “Please, let me finish the project. We’re so close, I can feel it.” Moments pass. Serval is praying that her life’s work wouldn’t be so easily taken from her. And maybe the Preservation hears this because she feels a reassuring palm on her back soothing her. And it’s when she looks directly into her lover’s eyes, she feels a chill go down her back. Because those eyes, the ones she used to know as little amethyst jades, were gone. Her eyes' sad dullness and hollow quality made Serval think they were not hers. What can she see that Serval can’t? “I’ll.. try,” Cocolia finally says. But her tone is so defeated and disappointed that Serval feels the sting of loss anyway. -------------------------------------------------------------------- The project, thankfully, was able to continue. But at the cost of other research projects. Rather than simply leaving Serval alone to manage the project, all eyes of Belobog were on them, watching their every move. Other project heads were pushed to lay off their members and seek an area of study less… taxing, they said, according to a grumbling worker talking about it rather loudly. There was pressure on Serval to lead the first few steps into the outskirts of Belobog and attempt to retrieve the Stellaron, or at least contain it in the meantime. She was unstoppable, and there were small but frequent breakthroughs every day in the laboratory. New methods were being made, and there were new theories to be tried; all of them led up to the acquisition of the Stellaron and harnessing its power for the good of Belobog. This was a noble cause, something that took her mind off the distance that grew between Serval and Cocolia each day. They would see each other less, meet more discreetly, then none at all. But Serval didn’t understand; Cocolia wanted the research to continue too, right? After all, it was their dream to go and see it for themselves one day. And maybe after them, all of Belobog would have hope that things would be better soon. She thought that Cocolia was just busy with the Underworld, seeing as it seemed they had been sourcing raw materials from there, which benefitted both parties. Serval never thought to ask where all that metal was going, because it always seemingly disappeared the next morning. But it was okay, she thought. Then one day, she wakes up to chaos. An unnatural amount of Silvermane guards guard the entrance to the Underworld, and there’s a barrage of people from both sides trying to get in and out. A small child slips past the guards. The officers see this and give chase. What was happening? They dragged the kid away and back into the crowd he went, disappearing. She sees a familiar blonde in the crowd, reading a decree to the people who tried bursting through the human barrier. Serval never ran faster than when she ran down to the town square to find out just what the hell was going on, especially considering how angry the people were at Cocolia, who seemed unbothered by all of this, strangely. “People of the Underworld, we are temporarily closing the passage between the Underworld and the Overworld. The Antimatter Legion is fast approaching, and we need to minimize casualties.” Serval’s blood ran cold, but Cocolia continued on, issuing an order for all guards stationed in Rivet Town and surrounding areas to quickly report back above ground. At one point, there was a weak link with the guards’ defense, and the people rushed forward with fists clenched and raised, ready to strike at the person who was supposedly their Supreme Guardian, someone who was supposed to protect them. Serval’s reflexes took hold of her and she rushed forward to take Cocolia’s hand before the crowds could hurt her. She feels how reassuring it is that she can still feel Cocolia’s warmth through her hands and she leads her through confusingly similar alleys, finally stopping once she was sure that no one was following them. “Cocolia, what are you doing?! I thought you promised to protect them, not isolate them! The Silvermane Guards are all they have down there!” But Serval felt that her words fell on deaf, unhearing ears. Cocolia looked at Serval with a steely gaze as if to say, I’m just following orders. She felt her initial anger subside as she grabs ahold of Cocolia and shakes her, hard. Just to make sure it’s the real Cocolia, the one she knows. But it isn’t. And the moment passes.

home is where you are

['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)

Established Relationship, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Fluff, theyre college students, ooc kinda, Dan heng was sleep deprived, no beta we die like my sense of humor lol

English

2023-05-05

Completed

2023-05-05

441

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Around 2 pm in the afternoon, Caelus' doorbell rang. As soon as he heard the sound, he immediately washed his hands and hurried his way to the front door. Before opening the door, he did a little check on his reflection from his phone and excitedly opened his apartment's door. "Dan......?" There appeared Dan Heng drinking on his nth coffee for the day. His eyes were droopy with large dark circles under them. His lips were upside down and his hair.... He just really don't look good.  uhh "Did you stayed up again because of the deadline?" Caelus asked in worry as he pulled his lover inside his apartment and swiftly took off Dan Heng's jacket to place it on the stand. Holding his hand, he immediately made him sit on the soft sofa as soon as they reached the living room. "..yes." Dan Heng's voice was very small, and sounded so tired. Caelus frowned and sat beside the latter to hug him tight. "My poor Dan.." Caelus whispered softly as he played with his hair. "I told you to call me whenever you need help. I'd love to do you..." "?" "...a favor, of course. I'd do any of your requests!" "Mhm. Let's just stay for a while. Let me recharge..." Dan Heng said softly and shifted his body to return the hug. He snuggled his head on Caelus'chest and softly inhaled the familiar scent of Caelus' favorite laundry detergent. And he smells like home, of course. After a few moments of hugging, Caelus soon noticed his lover sleeping in his arms. He'd love to move him to his room, but Caelus was very sure this man hadn't eaten anything yet since this morning.  Given to his boyfriend's course which is insanely busy with new model projects in every semester, this has been a common occurrence on Caelus' experience being Dan Heng's lover for almost three years.  The sight of Dan Heng the other night crazily scribbling on the papers like a madman, sipping coffee every time he crumples a paper because the design was awful.... It made him shiver. For now, the only thing he could do to him is to take care of him until he's feeling well. "Dan Heng, wake up, dear. I cooked somethinf for you. I also made your favorite drink." Caelus softly said to the other lad, as soon as Dan Heng woke up. He only received a grumpy groan and and an inaudible mumble.  "Come on, eat a little first, then lets cuddle in my room... And ill prepare you a set of my clothes so you'd be more comfortable sleeping." "promise?" "I promise."

"Is It Really A Challenge Anymore?.."

['Moku (orphan_account)']

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), March 7th (Honkai: Star Rail), Himeko (Honkai: Star Rail), Caelus (Honkai: Star Rail), Seele (Honkai: Star Rail), Natasha (Honkai: Star Rail)

Teasing, Flirting, Awkward Flirting, Cheesy, Boyfriends, Not Beta Read, Falling In Love, Love, Fluff, Domestic Fluff, Fluff and Humor, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Romantic Fluff, Angst and Fluff and Smut, Comfort, Light Angst, First Kiss, Forehead Kisses, Almost Kiss, Bloody Kisses, Kiss Kiss Fall in Love, How Do I Tag, I Wrote This Instead of Sleeping, I'm Bad At Tagging, I Will Go Down With This Ship, Sharing a Bed, Written During 1.0 Update (Honkai: Star Rail)

English

2023-05-05

Updated

2023-05-05

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2/?

2

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[]

They were sitting on the Astral Express awaiting for the jump that was about to occur in the next few hours. Suddenly March's smile became a bit sly as she turned to face Dan Heng and tilted her head squinting at the raven haired man who narrowed his eyes at her. "Hey Dan Heng~" She hummed bringing her hand to cover her mouth. "What..-" He looked at her unimpressed with an eyebrow raised. "Have you ever been in love Mr. Cold Dragon Yang?~" She murmured her smile widening as so did his eyes as he scoffed. "Where did that come from March..?" He frowned suspicious of her intentions. "Eh just curious- we've got nothing to do so I don't see why not talk about past lover's or something of the like." She shrugged sighing. "I see... No I haven't-" "Really?! The handsome tall dark haired pretty boy was never in love?" She gasped covering her mouth as she teased. "Dan Heng~" She chuckled face morphing into something more sinister. "What.." He replied a bit ticked off now. "Have you ever kissed someone?~" She said elbowing Dan Heng lightly as Caelus chuckled eye's crinkling at the corners as he smiled. "I..." Dan Heng paused mouth pressed into a thin line. "Why would that matter..?" March gasped and shot up from the couch eye's wide as she looked at the grey haired man.  "You heard him right?- Dan Heng what life have you been living!" She yelped. "A normal one.."  " 'A normal one' Yeah yeah more like a super mega boring one! But I don't get how you haven't been in love yet- or even had your first kiss." "I doubt that I will ever fall in love." Dan Heng shrugged face a bit pink. "Mmm..." She tapped her chin pondering. "Hm Caelus i bet you a 100 buck's you can't get Dan Heng to crack!" She giggled covering her mouth. "Caelus don't be-" "Deal!" He grumbled crossing his arm's. "Good luck- you'll need it hehe~!" Dan Heng stared at them mouth wide open before he closed it staring accusingly at Caelus. "Really?" He said face scrunched up in a frown as he crossed his arm's letting his body sink further into the sofa.  "A hundred bucks is a hundred bucks no?" "Well yes but-" March interrupted by sitting back down this time on the other side of Dan Heng. "He's right you know- besides it's no harm right? Unless you don't want this to be a deal and fear falling in love with Caelus-" "That won't happen!" He scoffed face pink as he crossed his legs. "Then what's the big deal?~ Come on- if he doesn't manage to win you over within this trip we'll go on you get uh... 200 buck's from the both of us- that's 400!" She huffed leaning back on her hands. "Whatever..." Dan Heng huffed rolling his eyes as he felt heat rising to his face only from imagining having Caleus flirting with him throughout their whole trip. He was hopeless and nothing had happened yet. When they first arrived they instantly landed in the middle of practically nowhere having stumbled across a very peculiar man that had been hiding in the snow. Upon being spotted and taken to Belobog after a battle they've talked with Cocolia who although cold at the begging seemed to warm up to them pretty quickly. To say the climate of the planet was cold was an understatement and Caelus for sure didn't enjoy it one bit. Now they had been instructed to go to the fancy hotel in town with room's ready for them. They talked over some plans in the lobby before departing to their assigned rooms. And... After an interesting interaction with the hotel staff was about to head off to bed when a door knock startled him making him stand there for a few seconds before speaking up. "Hello?" He whispered hesitantly head tilting as he awaited a response from the other side of the door. "Hotel staff.." A monotone voice spoke and he huffed opening the door. An older lady stood there her arm's crossed as she glared at him. "Ah.." He awkwardly started but got cut off. "Seeing as you've scared my coworker half to death I've come to deliver you the news she was meant to-" "What happened to the other coworker? Why didn't she come back?" He asked eyebrow quirking up. "She refused to come here because of some 'insane person screaming and mentioning something about the hotel devil' poor girl almost went home early. You should know i will have my eyes on you sir." She said in a cold tone. Caelus chuckled akwardly scratching the back of his neck when she cleared her through voice more calm than before. "But what I've come to tell you is we accidentally gave you this room which is in need of deep cleaning due to insect infestation so.. i am unsure what you want to do now because you cannot sleep here." "Oh.." He said face falling as he stood there.  A door from further down the hallway creaked open and a tired Dan Heng stepped out of the room dark circles under his eyes.   "What is going on Caelus?" He said voice rough seemingly torn from his sleep by the grey haired man's shenanigans. "Ah I-" He started but the lady raised her hand stopping him from speaking and then turned to face Dan Heng. "Is this your friend?" "Yes..?" He muttered voice laced with confusion. "We'll this man here scared my coworker to death please inform him that if this happens again you all will get kicked out. But besides- there is an infestation in his room so could you two please share a room?" She said a bit annoyed as she put a hand on her hip. "Dan Heng i can rent out a room somewhere else or-" "Yes no problem. Caelus get your things and please stop bothering the staff." He murmured and the lady snickered shaking her head as she waited till he walked out of the room to close it. "Very well then have a good night you two." She huffed before she walked away and Caelus looked at Dan Heng his piercing gaze instantly forcing his eyes to glue to the ground as he swallowed embarrassed. "Come in Caelus.." He said and opened the door wider and the man dragged his feet in placing the luggage on the ground. Dan Heng closed the door and took a deep sigh before facing the man and shaking his head. "Tell me what was that about- not only did you wake me but you also disturbed the staff." He said as he pulled out a chair and sat on it cross-legged. "Well I.. went inside a closet and um.." He akwardly mumbled gaining a disapproving look from the raven. "I then jumped out and... Screamed and she.." He kept on rambling word's mostly incoherent. Dan Heng grunted as he leaned his head forward his fingers pinching in the middle of his eyebrows head shaking as he declared. "Caelus stop you're talking like a toddler i do not understand a single word you're saying. You could be very well talking in another language and I'd probably understand more from that than this.." "Sorry..." He hummed eyes finally lifting up to look at the other man hand's fiddling with his jacket. Dan Heng had a loose grey t-shirt on him along with loose black shorts and some white socks. His eyes trailed all over the man shamelessly observing every single part of him. And when he noticed the other suddenly tensing up and pressing his lip's into a thin line he paused and made eye contact. "What is so interesting about me that you just can't keep your eyes off of me mm?" He huffed cheek's a bit pink as his eyes looked away. Caelus thought for a second before smirking and taking out his sleep wear and before he entered the bathroom he turned and boldly said. "Just wishing that I'd have the ability to undress you with my eyes." He chuckled and closed the door to the bathroom behind him as he went to change leaving a stunned Dan Heng sitting in the chair eyes now glued to the closed door. "That man.." He huffed and closed his eyes. When Caelus walked out he had on a sleeveless shirt and long baggy grey sweatpants along with some black socks. Dan Heng was long asleep seemingly passing out from exhaustion. But the way he laid there made Caelus chuckle as he approached and kneeled on the floor in front of his sleeping face. With a smirk he sighed as he leaned in closing his eyes. And when their faces were inches away he heard a panicked yelp and calmly opened his eyes smirking as he saw Dan Heng's eyes wide open a red blush covering his whole face even managing to make it's way to hit ear's. "I knew you weren't sleeping." He teased and stood up placing his hands on his hip's. "Go to sleep you asshole or I'll make you sleep on the floor." Dan Heng grumbled and turned around pulling up the covers up to his face. Caelus laughed before he strolled over to the other side of the bed getting under the covers now face to face with the raven who's eyes glared at him coldly. "Sweet dream's Dan Heng." "... goodnight.." Dan Heng whispered rolling over again and sighing deeply. "You know I-" "Go to sleep." An irritated voice barked at him as a pillow was thrown at his head. "Ow- okay i get it no need to go that far." Caelus whined taking the pillow and putting it under his head. 

To reach for a star (to claim it as his, just once)

['Lunar_Eclipse_Luna']

Teen And Up Audiences

M/M

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

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

Gepard (Honkai: Star Rail), Caelus | Male Trailblazer (Honkai: Star Rail), Dan Heng (Honkai: Star Rail), March 7th (Honkai: Star Rail), Serval (Honkai: Star Rail), Sampo (Honkai: Star Rail)

Fluff, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Feels, Because Gepard stole my keyboard and ran with it, Canon Compliant, Spoilers for the Jarilo-VI quest, Character Study, Implied Sexual Content, But it’s not evident so it’s kind of open interpretation, This is written in a bout of brainworms so… yeah

English

2023-05-05

Completed

2023-05-05

3,071

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The first time Gepard met Caelus, the three Trailblazers were simply Outsiders, strangers from beyond the sky.   It truly wasn’t the best of first impressions— they had come in with the damned Sampo Koski, and the Silvermane Guards had, understandably, mistaken them for Sampo’s accomplices, and Gepard had personally got into a fight with them until they showed him photos of Belobog— or rather, Jarilo-VI, in their words— from what could only be beyond the sky.   It was only when they were back in the walls of Belobog, where the snow didn’t relentlessly attempt to get into his eyes and his guitar case held half in front of him wasn’t exactly necessary, Gepard finally could observe them.   Needless to say, the trio were eccentric, each in their own way— the ever-bubbly, forever cheerful March 7th who looked too much like those brightly-coloured fizzy drinks sold at roadside stalls for ridiculously high prices (and rained down snow bunnies, if Gepard’s eyes weren’t playing tricks on him then), in contrast to the no-nonsense, stoic Dan Heng, all dark hair and steel gray eyes completely flat, unreadable even to the observant gaze, the only significant splash of bright colour being the thick red eyeliner under his left eye.   March’s offhand comment on the warmth inside Belobog brought Gepard to turn back, to face the Outsiders completely, and that’s when he saw—   Irises of molten gold, looking intently back at him.   These were eyes once subjected to the gaze of an Aeon.   They burned, hotter than Geomarrow, hotter than the phantom feeling of being set ablaze when the frost bit too far into your flesh.   For a moment, Gepard could see it— an ash-haired man, a bat crackling with energy that could only be astral, a nameless city in ruins, towers crashing down to the ground, crumbling to dust.   But he held no malice towards this world— none, none at all. He was a blank sheet, a vessel, a conviction personified, travelling towards the end of his journey, where he, too, would ultimately crumble, true to the path he wielded.   Electric blue in hand, gold in his eyes— he held the only colours in this grayscale vision.   Destruction, in its purest form.   Thump.   Gepard could hear his heartbeat in his ears, could feel the blood pumping in his veins, his muscles tensing out of— what was it, he couldn’t tell. Perhaps his body had felt the danger, the temptation, had known that he was going to fall, long before his mind had grasped the concept, perhaps even going further as to withhold the information from his sentience, luring him in with sweet, sweet poison.   The tiniest part at the back of his mind registered his mouth moving, answering March’s question with the history he could recall on any spot, but he wasn’t paying attention and it showed, as per Dan Heng’s remarks. Fortunately, March was a godsend, conveniently giving him a reason for his odd manner of speech.   Then Caelus sighed, holding his head, and Gepard had to turn, pretending to continue leading the way because he could feel the tips of his ears heating up, barely hidden by strands of blonde hair and he had to find a way to stop it before it got too noticeable.   Thankfully, explaining the Qlipoth Fort and the Supreme Guardian in front of the fort in question calmed him down somewhat, allowing him to successfully make it into and out of Madam Cocolia’s presence without getting out of line.   When the Outsiders left Qlipoth Fort, March asked for sight recommendations, and that should have been the end of their interactions— them on their way to do whatever they landed here for until they left, and him back to his daily duties as Captain, working to preserve Belobog day after day, until he was too old to do so, handing over the torch to the next Captain.   That should have been what happened, and if that was the case, he probably would have forgotten about Caelus eventually, those searing golden eyes fading into shadows, blending into the masses of faint memories.   But fate was a bitch and loved messing around, and Gepard was wholly subject to its whims.   Because of course the story wouldn’t end there.   ~~~~~~~~~~   The second time Gepard met Caelus, the Outsiders had become wanted fugitives, bringing Serval with them to the frontlines.   To say he was surprised when Madam Cocolia summoned him and Bronya to describe the crimes of the trio and give out apprehension orders in the morning right after he had escorted the Outsiders to Belobog would be a massive understatement, considering he had personally welcomed them to the city on behalf of Madam Cocolia herself.   To be brutally honest, he didn’t quite understand Madam Cocolia’s decision to apprehend the trio— in his eyes, they hadn’t done anything out of place. But as a soldier— as a Landau— orders were orders, decisive and ultimate, never to be questioned or challenged, for the Supreme Guardian observed and considered on a much larger scale than he.   Lady Bronya led the chase, and then it was bad news after bad news— they escaped into the Fragmentum, Lady Bronya followed them into the Fragmentum, Lady Bronya was kidnapped along with them, escaping to the Underworld— Gepard’s face had paled and cracked at the last report. That damned Sampo Koski, meddling in Silvermane Guard affairs— again!   If they had went to the Underworld, then there was truly nothing he could do except order the guards stationed around the city to be alert at all times— but there was no sight of the Outsiders, no bubbly, fizzy concoction, no muted colours with only a splash of red, no golden irises taking everything in with wonder— as if they had disappeared into thin air, as if they were just a fleeting dream.   But during those sleepless, restless nights, when the blizzard howled too loudly outside the walls of the frontlines, when the crunch of snow under wandering Fragmentum monsters melded together into a strange echo in his ears, Gepard almost could see him at the back of his mind, could see the his silhouette of a form-fitting, stylish coat with the end of a ridiculous glowing strip hanging from one sleeve, blown by the wind as he faced Gepard, bat in a loose clutch, muscles relaxed but ready to strike.   Sometimes, when his thoughts drifted as he stood at the gate to the frontlines, he couldn’t help but ponder just what in the world the Outsiders had done. He would snap out of it quickly, reminding himself that orders were orders and were not supposed to be questioned, but all that just resulted in him thinking of them more, especially of him. Of Caelus.   It was supposed to be just another trip back to the city— supposed to be one of those regular visits he made to Serval’s workshop to drop off whatever device that had started malfunctioning. But Serval was acting strangely and he could tell— she was hiding something.   An off comment about having left a random thing behind from earlier, and Serval’s reaction confirmed to him that something was hidden behind the many decorational structures of this workshop. Something that he wouldn’t like.   Or someone , he thought, as he picked up faint footsteps, however light or discreet the hidden tried to be as Serval talked. The need to be able to pick up on Fragmentum monsters coming despite the howl of the winds had trained his hearing.   Serval, always the terrible liar, had forgotten in her panic— Gepard always reminded himself to never leave any personal items behind in this workshop, for fear that it might be used against him. Telling Serval inside information upon her nagging was already bad enough, and that had the safety net of Pela being Serval’s friend.   He returned to the frontlines as quickly as possible, and sure enough, Serval was making a ruckus right in the Restricted Zone with the Outsiders, even going as far as to hijack the energy hub and control the bridge that leads to the Gates.   As they met him in front of the Gates, they tried to convince him why they had to travel further north, of the Stellaron and its relation to the Eternal Freeze and the Fragmentum, and how finding it and sealing it away was the only hope of saving Belobog. Bringing Serval was both a genius move and not— she knew her way around the Restricted Zone, and her presence would force Gepard to listen for a brief moment, reluctant to strike upon first glance; but Serval was a terrible negotiator and a Landau, holding the family name despite supposedly being kicked out, and Landaus did not take lightly to traitors, especially to their own kin.   A bat connected with Gepard’s guitar case, the sheer force of the blow nearly causing him to stumble, his muscles bulging to hold his ground. Next to him, Dan Heng launched a flurry of swift but deadly attacks on one of his men, immediately piercing through another once they were struck down. At the backlines, March rained down freezing arrows on them— Gepard could resist them well enough, but his men weren’t so lucky, and her shield made it difficult for them to stop her.   And Serval— wielding the guitar that came in the same set as his guitar case, protected by March, she summoned lighting with every strum of her fingers, frizzing their hair, chipping away at their strength.   This was not one of those casual spars between brother and sister when they felt like it, or when they disagreed with each other— but Gepard could care less about thunder, not when he could see his own blue reflected in unwavering gold, not when he could feel the strength in those deceptively slender arms, not when that goddamned black shoulder strap was right in his face, stark against pale, flawless skin.   Serval may have lost her touch, but she was still strong, and the Outsiders perhaps even a touch stronger than Gepard himself. But he wasn’t the Shield of Belobog for nothing, standing until all his men had fallen.   To say he was “forced” to take a pragmatic approach would have been a more appropriate description, Bronya’s letter being the last straw allowing him to grant access to the snowy plains outside Belobog.   Upon hearing his change in attitude, Caelus seemed mildly impressed— or was that small smile amusement, rather?   After the Silvermane Guards fended off the first wave of attacks, the four-man expedition team (Serval decided to stay behind) would be on their own. Just as they stepped into the Fragmentum, Caelus shot a look over his shoulder, filled with so much worry and concern that it made Gepard’s heart jolt.   Now that Gepard was starting to notice, Caelus’ face was actually capable of a lot of expression for his usual mostly disinterested, mildly confused demeanor. It felt like he wasn’t trying to hide his feelings, just that he wasn’t exactly skilled in expressing them other than the most direct manner.   Like a tiny little cub making its first trod into the world, pure and unrestricted by the laws of society, eyes too bright and a heart too trusting, his curiosity wildly misplaced on the things seen as ordinary to most.   Three Outsiders and a skilled Underworlder… it felt like he was witnessing history unfold, right before his eyes.   ~~~~~~~~~~   The third time Gepard met Caelus, they were no longer strange Outsiders, but Trailblazers with a cause fulfilled.   After over ten years, the cable car started to connect the Overworld and the Underworld once again, with the first trip taking mostly Wildfire, the children, and the Trailblazers on board.   As Gepard stood at the exit, waiting for the Trailblazers, the children shot right past him, eyes wide and mouth agape in awe, drinking in the unfamiliar sights of the Overworld, indulging in their first taste of freedom in the air. The Traiblazers came out last, March as bubbly as ever, running after the children, Dan Heng doing laughably poorly with his poker face, an unmistakable faint smile tugging at the corner of his lips.   And Caelus— Caelus felt different, molten gold still burning, still searing, but this flame no longer seeked to destroy. It was evident, in the way he looked at the children with such fondness, at his companions with a newfound conviction.   To preserve the embers of hope, the sparks of life. To preserve the ground humanity walks on, and reach towards the sky.   It was unmistakable— the gaze of Qlipoth the Preservation had once landed on him, his new lance burning with a flame enough to dispel an eternal freeze.   It was beautiful— a different kind of beauty from the pure destruction before. It almost hurt Gepard, with how much he wanted to reach out and hold him, hold this star in his hands and bask in its wonder. And it pained him, because these Trailblazers were visitors travelling from galaxy to galaxy, never staying in one place for too long, never stopping for anyone.   Because he had fallen for this star that had briefly graced him with its glow.   ~~~~~~~~~~   They hung around for a while more after Lady Bronya’s succession to Supreme Guardian, tying up loose ends in the wake of a flurry of changes to Belobog. With attacks on the frontlines dying down significantly, Gepard took his chance to hang around the city more often, even going as to personally lead the Garrison down to the Underworld with the Trailblazers in an attempt to negotiate with Wildfire and gain the Underworlders’ trust in the Silvermane Guards.   Every day with them— every day where he could just tilt his head and see Caelus right next to him, collarbones and all— felt like a day stolen, a secret stash quickly running out, yet he couldn’t stop himself from greedily indulging in it whenever he could because he knew it wouldn’t last , these easy, natural moments when everything felt just right.   He had resigned to this when an unexpected invitation after his shift took him straight to outside Caelus’ hotel room.   Caelus was there waiting for him, leaning against the doorframe, eyes deceptively flat but at this point Gepard could already tell— he was restless in anticipation. He beckoned Gepard to come closer, lifting his hand to rest on Gepard’s cheek, head tilted in silent question— and Gepard’s gaze shifted, a wordless request, perhaps even a plea.   Caelus heard him, because he tugged Gepard into the room by his wrist, closing the door behind them, and promptly turned around to kiss him.   Gepard let his eyes flutter shut, relishing in the softness of another’s lips on his, drowning in the gusts of hot breath sending shivers across his cold-accustomed skin.   Caelus pulled back first, tugging at Gepard’s armour. “Off,” he demanded, letting go to chuck off his coat.   Gepard unclasped his gauntlets, setting them on the bedside table. “You’re leaving soon, aren’t you,” he mused, more to himself than to Caelus.   Caelus paused at that, and time seemed to come to a standstill, the air so thick that it restricted Gepard’s movement. Then Caelus pulled off his shirt in one swift motion and the illusion shattered, yet the unanswered question hung in the air, a subject unwilling to be touched.   Their kisses were languid and unhurried after that, fingers roaming, mapping out every curve and divot of each other’s bodies, as if this night would last forever, as if they had all the time in the universe to discover, to elicit every single reaction possible—   A lie, and they both were too aware of it.   Caelus sunk down, and Gepard should have been smiling, should have been satisfied to have been given the chance to stake his claim on a star once, but the tears kept coming, kept falling despite his efforts, much to Caelus’ worry.   He was already too far gone, to the point it felt like devotion.   “Sorry— sorry, I…” the words wouldn’t come, so Gepard pressed a soft kiss to Caelus’ chest, right where the heart was. And Caelus seemed to understand, for he didn’t question it further, opting to kiss away Gepard’s tears and whisper sweet nothings in his ear, until they both fell asleep, entangled in the sheets.   When Gepard woke up the next morning, Caelus was already gone, his side of the bed long gone cold. His belongings scattered around the room were also gone, leaving nothing behind— no note, no picture, nothing to remember him by except the memories seared into Gepard’s mind.   A flash in the distance, and Gepard looked up from the hotel window to see a shine in the sky— the Astral Express, he realised, travelling further and further from Jarilo-VI to their next destination.   The shine faded eventually, and Gepard located his clothes on the table, folded neatly into a pile. Something felt off about his armour as he clicked them into place, and upon closer checking, he realised a single piece of his chest armour was missing, the piece that was right above the heart.   How that one single piece managed to be taken away without the whole armour cracking, or at least falling apart was beyond Gepard, but that hardly mattered. He needed to get this fixed, have a piece slotted back.   Gold might be a good colour…   ~~~~~~~~~~   The Astral Express.   Caelus stood beside the window, staring off into the galaxy, seemingly in thought.   “What are you looking at? You’ve been standing there for ages.” March popped up from who-knows-where, nearly spooking Caelus out of his wits. “Oh I know, you miss Jarilo-VI, right?”   Caelus opened his mouth to retort, but March cut him to the chase. “Nah, it’s fine, it’s your first trailblazing mission after all! But I’m sure your next adventure will be just as memorable!”   “I suppose so,” Caelus acquiesced, turning away from the window. “I’m returning to my room, you should get some rest too. We hardly got any on Jarilo-VI.”   “Well true, I’m sleepy as hell.” March yawned, stretching her arms out. “Have some good sleep!” She turned, dragging herself back to her room.   Behind her, Caelus pressed a hand to his heart, fingers meeting a piece of silver armour sewn to his shirt under his coat. He spared one last glance to Jarilo-VI somewhere in the distance, returning to his room for some well-needed rest.

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

Gepard (Honkai: Star Rail)/Reader

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

Reader-Insert, One Shot, Falling In Love, Mutual Pining, First Kiss, First Time, Fluff, Smut, Hand Jobs, Standing Sex, Wall Sex, Multiple Orgasms, Gender-Neutral Pronouns

English

2023-05-05

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2023-05-05

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Jarilo-VI is a world buried in pale silver, a frozen wasteland where the air is so cold that each breath feels like a stab to the lung. The winds are deafening, howling akin to the creatures from the Fragmentum that roam around mindlessly. These were the stories you have heard from those who have travelled past Belobog and had the privilege to return alive.  Everyone knows to never leave the safety of Belobog. It is warm and peaceful here, especially in the Overworld. As long as you follow the rules, as long as you lower your head, and never stray from the known, life is good. You will find comfort in the predictable , they often remind you. Stick to the routine and you will be happy.  But, what is happiness, if it is not something you obtain with your own two hands? Could happiness really be found in the mundane? If that is the case, why are you desperately wanting to push aside the fear of the unknown that was ingrained into you? Wanting to deviate from this pattern in hopes that you will be able to find something, anything, to satisfy your unquenchable desire for…excitement.  In the end, you never thought you would find it in another person.  Gepard Landau is a name you know all too well. A captain to the Silvermane Guards who is loved by the public for his devotion to Belobog and its people. The first time you got to see him in person was when he was accepting a medal for his heroism. Throughout the Supreme Guardian’s eloquent speech, you couldn’t help but notice how tense the captain looked.  For a moment, he seemed like a normal person to you. He wasn’t some unreachable figure who was worshipped by others due to his bravery and loyalty. He, just like everyone else, had his worries and burdens to carry, and yet, as he made his way to the centre to accept his medal, he smiled, handsome and oh so charming. The crowd cheered, screaming praises for the young captain, whereas all you could do was stare. Your curiosity over him grew, you wanted to know what truly lay behind that forced smile of his.  You knew that you were in no position to even dream of getting close to him, or to get to know him. He is a part of a completely different world, and even though you breathe in the same air, even though passing glances were given whenever you noticed him at the Administrative District—that was all you could do, and, truthfully, that was enough for you. But the universe truly worked in mysterious ways as you found yourself in a momentary daze in Eversummer Florist, staring at Captain Gepard who was out of his military uniform. You thought you were mistaken when you saw a tall, blond young man donning a dark turtleneck, only to do a double take to confirm that he was, indeed, the one and only Gepard Landau. His brows were furrowed in confusion as he stared at the shelf with the different types and brands of fertilisers. He would occasionally look over at his phone, only for his brows to knit up tighter.  You had come to Eversummer Florist to grab lunch with your former boss and friend, Vaska. She was running around the shop, trying to help the customers as well as deal with the very impatient delivery man. You then noticed how she was making her way to you.  “Just give me a few more seconds!” Vaska whispered, followed by a small apology. You gave her a sympathetic look since neither of you expected such a sudden crowd to appear when it was close to lunch hour. You watched as she made her way towards Gepard. “Welcome! What can the florist Vaska do for you?” she asked him, as enthusiastic as always.  “Yes…what type of fertiliser would you recommend for plants where the leaves are suddenly turning yellow?”  “Oh! For that problem, you simply need—” “Vaska! I’ve double checked the quantity. C’mere and sign this so I can go grab lunch!” The delivery man called out from the counter, waving the invoice around.  Vaska seemed openly irritated, but was quick to smile at Gepard. “Please excuse me for a moment! I’ll be right back!”  “Sure.” he said, stepping back so that Vaska could walk past.  You thought that watching him from afar and admiring him was enough, since you already accepted that both of you were profoundly different individuals from different backgrounds. But that desire to feed your curiosity caused you to take a step forward and before you knew it, you were standing right next to him, leaning forward to point at one of the fertiliser bags.  “Yellow leaves are usually a sign of nitrogen deficiency. I would recommend this brand since it has all the nutrients your plants need to gradually get better, but make sure not to put too much as it could take away the moisture from the plant.” you explained. You glanced over at him, meeting those clear blue eyes—staring back at you. “...I overheard you earlier and since you’ve been standing here for a while now, I thought I could help. I used to be a florist myself…” you murmured, voice getting softer with each word.  “Thank you.” he said, with a small smile on his lips, but even then you could tell that he had his guard up. He picked up the small bag you had pointed out, examining the front and back of it before turning back to you. “I’ll remember your advice. Thank you again.” The way he spoke was formal and his voice was pleasant to your ears.  You would’ve never expected that the stern looking captain would have a hobby such as this and you definitely didn’t expect your heart rate to increase tenfold just by a small exchange of words with him.  That was your first encounter with Gepard, and it surely wasn’t your last.  Your life went back to the same old routine after that, an endless cycle that is fixed like clockwork. From time to time, you would think about Gepard, wondering if he managed to solve the problem he had with his plants, or even wondering if he was safe whenever he fought in the frontlines.  You started to question whether this simple curiosity you had for him had shifted into something else. Could it be a foolish crush, the kind that his admirers had on him? No, certainly not, you hardly even knew him. But you couldn’t ignore the fact that the thoughts of Captain Gepard had been invading your mind—shifting the balance of the known and the unknown, leaving you a completely muddled mess whenever you were alone with your thoughts.  Things would go back to normal, you told yourself, since there was no way you would ever get the chance to have another conversation with him, and besides, there was no reason for him to even remember you. But, of course, you were proven wrong. One day you were making your way down the Administrative District, pausing by the sidewalk when you noticed a group of soldiers standing in a semicircle.  He was there, issuing orders to the men with a stern expression on his face. His blond hair stuck out from the group, drawing you in like a moth to a flame. Just a glimpse , you thought to yourself as you continued to walk, unable to pry your eyes off him.  Much to your surprise, he looked up and eyes locked. The edge of his lip twitched, as though he was about to smile—only for him to quickly stop himself. He gave you a firm nod instead before returning his attention to his men. You turned away from your gawking, realising then that you were about to walk straight into a trashcan.  ✧ ───  ✦  ─── ✧ Belobog transformed under the cloak of night. Gone were the hustle and bustle of the lively city, replaced by a stillness in the atmosphere that you found rather peaceful. The streets were empty aside from the patrolling guards and occasional passersby who were out and about for one reason or another. The streetlamps illuminated your nightly walk and the soft buzz coming from the heaters placed around the city could be heard.  The sounds of your own footsteps against the pavement echoed through the streets, coming to a sudden stop when you heard distant sound of someone humming. You continued along your path, turning into an alleyway. The humming grew louder, clear enough for you to distinguish the melody. It was one of Serval’s latest songs, although it was being sung out of tune. The moment you turned the corner, you froze in your footsteps, staring at the back of a familiar figure. He whirled around almost immediately, taking an offensive stance.  “Who goes there?!” he called out, only for his eyes to widen when he spotted you.  “...sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you.” you muttered, trying to think of a proper explanation to give the captain about why you were walking down this alleyway in the middle of the night, but nothing came to mind.  “You…you were at the florist.” he said. Your heart bloomed with warmth at the fact that he had remembered you. You were about to confirm that fact, but he interjected. “Did you—did you hear?”  You blinked, slowly processing his quiet words. You assumed that he was referring to his singing. “Just a little…” you lied, hoping that he would feel less embarrassed over the situation.  He turned away from you, one hand covering his face. Even though the alleyway was dimly lit, you could see between the gaps of his fingers how his face was flushed a furious red. Once again, you were experiencing another side of Gepard that you never knew existed. He cleared his throat loudly, snapping you out of your thoughts. “...you should return to your home. It is not safe to be out at this hour,” he said, shifting back to his serious side. “If you need any assistance, please feel free to ask me or…the guards around the area.”  “I’ll keep that in mind. Thank you.” you smiled.  “I shall return to my duties… Goodnight.” He turned to give you a small bow, still refusing to meet your eyes, before he turned around and marched away.  “Goodnight,” you called out into the cold night air, your mind still lingering over the image of him blushing.  ✧ ───  ✦  ─── ✧ “You’ve been staring at it for 5 minutes now,” you mentioned to Serval, whose frown deepened. “It’s okay if you can’t fix it.” you continued, knowing that some thing’s couldn't be fixed, but your words came out rather sarcastic instead of reassuring.  “The true question here is, why do you keep bringing these weird machines for me to fix?” she asked, cocking an eyebrow at you. “What I've determined so far is that it has a similar shape to those little cleaning robots,”  “So…it is a cleaning robot?” “Nope!” she said, prolonging the end of the word musically. “I’ve never seen anything like this before. Where did you say you found it again?” “...dumpster.” you lied, not sure how she would feel if you told her you were doing this as a favour for an acquaintance of yours from the Underworld.  She narrowed her eyes. “Why were you even…nevermind! I don’t want to know!” she declared with a heavy sigh. “How about you leave this li'l fella with me for a while? I need to do some research about it before I can properly fix—” Her words were cut off by two loud knocks on the door of her workshop.  “Didn’t you say you’re closed today?” “Hah! That didn’t stop you from barging in. But yeah, gimme a sec.” She said before walking around the counter and making her way to the door.  “You make it sound like I forced my way in when you opened the door of your own volition.” you quickly added.  She shrugged. “What can I say? I have a soft spot for my regulars. Although, I’m starting to get suspicious about where you’re actually getting these machines from.”  “Dumpster.” you repeated with confidence.   Serval laughed, a melodious tone. “Yea, yea, you should probably work on your lies.” She then pulled the door open and you felt yourself instantly go still. “What’s up, li'l bro? I thought you were coming after you were done with your shift?”  His eyes darted from you to Serval and back to you, where it lingered for a long moment before he looked away. “...I didn’t know you had company over. I apologise for interrupting.”  “What’s with the sudden formality?” Serval questioned, giving Gepard a strange look before she slowly turned back to look at you. “You two know each other?” she asked, always quick to notice the little shift in others’ behaviour. “It’s impossible for anyone in Belobog to not know of Captain Landau, nor the famous rockstar, Serval Landau. You two are quite popular after all.” you said.  Serval beamed at your praise. “Aw you…hold on!” her expression drastically changed. “If you think buttering me up like this would get you a discount then—” You gasped, feigning offence. “I would never!” you then glanced over to Gepard who stood there completely still. “How are your plants, captain?” you asked since you didn’t get the chance to ask him the last time your paths crossed.  “Plants? Isn't Pela taking care of your plants whenever you’re away?” “Ah…yes. I didn’t want to make her do everything for me, so I went to the florist to get fertiliser. There’s where we met.” he said, gesturing to you.   “Oh~ but aren’t you hopeless with plant-growing?” “I’m still learning!” he grumbled, a pretty shade of pink tainting his cheeks.  Serval laughed, fondly wrapping her arm around Gepard’s shoulder, simultaneously dragging the taller sibling lower. “I’m just kidding! Don’t get mad!” she cooed.  “Sis—Serval! Stop that!” his face grew redder as he pushed Serval’s arm off him. He glanced at you, only to look away almost instantly.  “It’s the job of an older sister to tease their li'l brother once in a while—” her words trailed off when she noticed the look Gepard gave you.  “We’re not kids anymore,” Gepard grumbled under his breath. “I’ll come back later since you have a customer.” “Actually, I was about to head out to the studio.” she interjected, walking back further inside the shop to grab her instrument. “That’s what I was going to do before someone decided to drop by,” she gave you a look.  You muttered an apology as you headed towards the door, focusing your words directly towards Serval who was preoccupied with packing her things. “Will you text me when you find out what's wrong with the machine?” “Yup,” she waved you off.   You then turned to look at the door, realising that it was already being held open for you by Gepard. “Thank you,” you smiled at him when you stepped out of the shop. In response, he held out his hand in front of you. You stared down at it for a moment, unsure what to do.  “Watch your step…” he told you, prompting you to look down at the single step that you had to walk over to get to the pavement. “A percentage of people tend to overlook their steps which results in minor injuries that ultimately affect their day-to-day activities and—-” he babbled, only to stop when he realised he was not making any sense. He was about to pull his hand away, but you quickly took hold of it. The fabric of his white glove was soft to touch and you felt the subtlety of his warmth seeped through it.  You stepped over the slight stoop with the help of his sturdy hold. You found the situation to be rather humorous, but when you looked back at Gepard to thank him, you were once again caught off guard by his flushed face. Your gazes met once more and you felt his hand tighten slightly around yours.  “What are you two doing?”  “Gah!” Gepard jolted from shock, pulling away from you. “Y-You too, Serval! Let me h-help you down!” he declared loudly, holding out the hand on which he wore the gauntlet.  “Help me down? It’s just one step!” she stated the obvious. “Also why did you switch hands, huh?” she asked, narrowing her eyes accusingly. “Whatever do you mean?” he asked, a slight tremble in his voice from nervousness.  “Oh, I see what’s going on here. You have a cru—” Gepard cleared his throat loudly, interrupting Serval before she could finish her sentence. “I shall take my leave for now. I will see you later!” he said, curt all of a sudden. He turned to you, eyes fixed to the pavement. “Goodbye.” He quickly walked away, taking long strides and not looking back.  Serval laughed at his silly reaction. “He’s hopeless when it comes to things like this,” she said between giggles.  “Mm.” you absent-mindedly hummed at her words, but your focus was solely on Gepard. You watched him leave, admiring how his cape flowed effortlessly behind him, waves of blue that reminded you of those heavenly eyes.  “Seems like you are just as hopeless,” she said with a sigh, voice soft and barely audible.  ✧ ───  ✦  ─── ✧ The cracks in your routine started to form when sheepish glimpses and daydreaming turned into casual hellos and occasional bump-ins with Gepard. He was a busy man, rarely around the city since he was stationed at the restricted zones where the Fragmentum issues were dire. There was hardly any time for him to hold a proper conversation, but when you did have the chance to talk to him, it would usually be about plants or Serval’s music or even passing comments about things that were happening in Belobog.  You grew bolder as time passed by, openly flirting with him and telling him how you liked him just to witness his flustered expressions, most of the time you were only half joking. You admired how he attempted to flirt back only to fail due to his inexperience. You found it to be a part of his charm that you were so drawn to.  “I swore an oath to serve as Belobog’s shield—to live and die with my comrades.” he told you one night, gaze fixed upon the direction of Qlipoth Fort. “That is why I never pursued any form of romantic relationship because I think it will be unfair to my partner…” You were not sure how the topic was brought up, but to be able to see him in such a vulnerable state was starting to make your chest ache. You knew how dangerous it was for the Silvermane Guards, dealing with creatures from the unknown and facing the consequences of the Eternal Freeze. They had placed their lives on thin ice to assure the safety of the city. “I understand.” “Then…I believe it would be best if we stopped—” “If you’re going to tell me to stop with our clandestine affair then I’m afraid I have to refuse.” His head snapped towards you, eyes wide due to your words. The only thing that you have done with him that could even be considered as scandalous was meeting with him in the dead of night. You chuckled at his surprise. “I’m just joking.”  “You should stop with your quips, I don’t think my heart can take any more,” he sighed.  “I like you.”  He groaned, looking away from your intense stare. “Please stop…” “I mean it. I always have.” “But I’ve told you that I cannot…I have a duty to—” “Since you haven’t straight-up rejected me, is it safe for me to think that you have even the slightest ounce of affection for me?” you asked, staring at the back of his head until he slowly turned to meet your eyes.  “It would not be fair for me to entrap you in a relationship where I am hardly around. I am a loyal soldier to—” he was about to repeat himself, a mantra of sorts that he would say to pull himself back down to reality. He knew the consequences of holding the position of captain. He knew that he could lose his life at any moment and the last thing he wanted was to put you through all of that.  “I know, but, Gepard, that’s not what I’m asking you.” You took hold of his hand, causing his words to trail off. You brushed your thumb across his knuckles softly, feeling the fabric of his glove and noting how his hand tensed from your touch.  “I…” he started, only for his gaze to fall to the pavement.  “For the longest time, I was afraid of taking the first step, to break away from the cycle I was in, one that was safe and sound, but I realise that I’ve always craved something more. It may sound cliché…but moments like this, spending even a minute with you fills me with tremendous joy. I don’t want to let go of these little moments that we share and if you don’t feel the same then…I will not bother you any longer.” “That’s…!” his grip tightened, you could see your own reflection in his ocean-hued eyes. “I do feel the same way. I do!” “That’s all I needed to hear from you.” you smiled.  “But I cannot give you the normal relationship that you deserve.”  “I never asked for such a thing.” Gepard’s lips quivered, wanting to say more, but footsteps and voices could be heard approaching, making him grow vigilant and stiff once more. You tugged onto his hand, pulling him along into the narrow alleyway. It was a tight squeeze due to Gepard’s size, but both of you remained hidden under the cover of night and waited for the group to pass by.  Once they were gone, a small laughter was exchanged between both of you, as it seems to be a recurring thing that something or someone would interrupt moments like this. You were about to apologise for dragging him along, hiding for no apparent reason, but your mind went blank when you noticed how close his body was with yours, particularly hugging you. For what felt like a long moment, you just stared into his eyes until he leaned down, face getting closer to yours.  You closed your eyes reflexively when your teeth clicked together due to the awkward position. He pulled away and muttered an apology. Before he could fully move away from you, you wrapped your arms around his neck and guided him back to your lips. This time, your stomach was filled with a fluttering sensation that only heightened when his gloved hand held onto the base of your neck, pulling your face forward to deepen the kiss. The weight of his body pressed against you and the warmth of his lips were enough to rid the cold air that surrounded you. He took your breath away, quite literally, as his kisses became intense and eager, smothering you in the process.  Your hand went to his breastplate, tapping against it in hopes that he would take that as a sign to stop and he did, breaking the kiss apart. You gasped aloud, inhaling the much needed air.  “Was it not good…?” he asked, breath hot on your skin. “I’m sorry that was my first time…I’ll try to get better…” You let out a soft laugh, fingers brushing his bangs away so that you could see his flushed face properly. “There’s no need for you to rush, Gepard. I’m not going anywhere.” you told him. You then caressed his cheek, feeling the heat of his face on your fingertips. You pulled him closer once more. “Slowly now, gently…” you told him, lips brushing over his own. He followed your pace and you melted into his kiss.  The night air of Belobog was still, muffled sounds of footsteps and murmurs could be heard as people walked past the alleyway. Time was moving at its usual pace, and yet, you paid no mind to what was happening around you. All you could focus on was the sound of his heart beating as one with yours—and that was enough.  ✧ ───  ✦  ─── ✧ Days turned to weeks, and in the blink of an eye, a month has passed without you being able to meet with Gepard due to a sudden expedition. You did your best to keep yourself distracted with your work, but you found yourself strolling the city late at night, passing by the usual spots where you and Gepard would briefly meet, hoping that one day he would be there, greeting you with a shy smile.  Although that never happened, you were surprised one night by a knock on your door. You were stunned by the person waiting behind it.  “Good evening,” he formally greeted you with an awkward smile.  “Welcome back, Gepard.” You smiled, your heart swelling with pure happiness to see him in front of you. He was out of his usual uniform, and it was your second time seeing him dressed casually. You scanned him from head to toe, glad that he was not openly injured.  “This is for you…” Your eyes instantly went to the small potted flower in his hands. There was a pale blue ribbon wrapped around the ceramic pot. “Before I left for the expedition, I decided to grow you some flowers. Vaska said that these were easy to take care of, but…well, as you can tell…it didn’t work the way I planned. Thankfully, Pela managed to save it by the time I got back.”  There was just a single stalk growing strong in the middle of the pot. You knew that he had trouble keeping his plants alive for very long, so this was an accomplishment in your eyes. “It’s beautiful! Thank you.” you said, taking it from his outstretched hand. You brought it close to your nose, inhaling the scent of the resilient flower. “When did you return to Belobog?” “A few hours ago. I have a free day tomorrow, but I’ll have to leave again after that.”  “I see…” You nodded. “I’m sorry—” “Would you like to stay over tonight? Only if you don’t have other plans…” you quickly added.  “Stay over? Ah…well I…” He blushed, and you wondered what was running through his mind. “I just thought we could spend some time together.”  “Oh! Yes… I would love to.”  You moved aside, pushing the door wider for him to enter. “Come on in.” You guided Gepard up to your room, setting the plant on your desk by the window where your other plants were placed. “Please make yourself at home. I actually just got back from work, so let me go shower real quick. If you’re hungry, I have some food in the fridge; feel free to take whatever you want.”  “Alright, thank you.”  You gave him a small wave before disappearing into the bathroom. When you were done, you changed into what you usually wear to bed. You towelled your hair while you made your way back to the room, instantly spotting Gepard seated on the chair by the desk, looking at the array of potted plants you had. His posture was straight and incredibly stiff, making you wonder if he had been in this exact position ever since you left to shower.  “Gepard?” you called out, causing him to stand at attention.  “Yes? Ah…” He gazed down at your body, only for him to quickly look back at you.  “Are you uncomfortable?” “No, not at all,” he answered robotically.  “You could’ve sat on the bed, you know.” You said, tossing the used towel into the laundry basket.  “I have my outside clothes on…I didn’t want to dirty your bed.” “How considerate of you. Maybe you should remove them if that’s the case,” you teased. “Just kiddi—” you paused when you noticed the look on his face, almost as though he was considering your suggestion.  “Do you want me to?” You blinked, unsure if this was moving too fast. You decided to play coy instead. “Are you seducing me, captain?” you asked, followed by a playful laugh. Before you could change the subject, Gepard closed the distance between your bodies. He reached out, taking hold of a damp strand of hair, and fidgeted with it.  “Could you close your eyes…please?”  “Mm, since you asked so nicely,” you did as you were told, feeling his hand move from your hair to cup your cheek, tilting your head back. He then lowered himself, hunching slightly so that he could meet your lips with ease. You could tell that he had ingrained your words into the back of his mind, as his kiss was soft and tender. You felt his tongue enter your parted lips, slowly swirling with yours as he gradually deepened the kiss.  When he pulled back, you stared at his lips with half-lidded eyes, completely in a daze. “Did I succeed in seducing you?” he asked in a whisper, and you could feel the thin thread of your self-restraint snapping into two.  You placed your hand on his chest, feeling the firmness of his muscles. “Get on the bed.” you told him. “Now.” You gave him a small shove that barely did anything to make him move. A second later, he moved on his own, following the instructions you gave.  He sat on the edge of the bed, watching you keenly as you stood between his legs. “Did I upset you…?” he asked, concern plastered on his face.  “No, but when did you become so brazen, captain?” You teased instead, looking down at him as you pushed back his soft hair. “If I’m going too fast or if you want me to stop, just say the word, okay?” you told him reassuringly, wanting him to be as comfortable as possible. You kissed his forehead, moving down to plant another kiss on his closed eye. He let out a soft hum, and you could feel the movement of his eyeball on your lips.  You moved back when Gepard remained silent. He looked up at you, unable to hide the fact that he was waiting for more. Your hand caressed his cheek tenderly, sliding down towards his lips, where your thumb grazed ever so slightly over it.  “Your answer?” you emphasised.  “Yes,” he murmured, bashfully kissing your thumb before you pulled away.  You smiled, your heart fluttering from how adorable he was. His cheeks were red, his gaze eager, and you had to stop yourself from devouring him. You placed one knee between his legs, dangerously close to his groin. You leaned your body forward, catching his lips with yours. Sweet sounds left him, urging you to continue, which led your fingers to grab his shirt by the hem, tugging it up. He shifted slightly, raising his arms so that you could remove his shirt with ease and let it fall to your side.  You took a moment to admire his chiselled body, unashamed to touch his chest before giving it a light squeeze. Gepard jolted from your actions, but he remained silent, observing what you were going to do next. You lowered your body, planting kisses down his neck and collarbone, before you lingered on his chest. You were tempted to bite into the meaty flesh but decided against it at the last second. You sucked on it instead, wanting to leave a red mark on his skin. “Gh…” he squirmed, causing you to freeze, wondering if you did something wrong. When you looked up at him, he averted his eyes from you for a second before looking back. “Can I…touch you too?”  “You are too cute.” you blurted.  “C-Cute?!”  “I’m all yours, Gepard,” you purred, earning a hitched breath from him.   His hands slowly went to your waist, one firmly holding onto your side, pulling your body closer, while the other ventured to the small of your back, lifting your shirt up slightly in the process. A harsh shudder ran down your body when you felt his cold fingers touch your skin. He leaned into your body, inhaling your scent, before he helped you out of your shirt.  “It seems that you’re raring to go,” you teased when you noticed a tent forming in his trousers. You pushed your knee forward, pressing against his hardness.  “Haa…” He reacted positively to the sudden contact, and you could feel it getting bigger.  “Lean back for me,” you requested, and he obliged, resting his hands on the bed while he leaned back. He watched you attentively while you purposely dragged your hand down his strapping body.  You repositioned yourself once he had moved back. You unbuttoned his trousers and lowered his undergarment, pulling his erection free from its confines, and admired how the tip was flushed red, wet, and dripping from precome. You dragged your thumb along the underside of his length, feeling it pulse with your movement. You started to stroke his length, coating it with his own precome before you added your own saliva to it. His hips jerked from contact, and his breathing grew louder.  “Does it feel good?” you asked when your eyes locked.  “P-Please don’t haaa…ask me that…” He said, clearly flustered, but you noticed how he began to thrust into your hand.  This caused you to hold onto him tighter, moving your hand faster to edge him closer to his peak. Although you were enjoying the sweet sounds that he was making, you couldn’t stay away from his lips any longer. He moaned into your kiss, messily kissing you back as he couldn’t keep up with the different sensations he was feeling at once.  “I’m ngh…close…” he muttered between kisses. His hand clasped over yours, guiding you to move faster so that he could reach his orgasm. He called out your name, sweet and soft, over and over again like a desperate plea before his hips bucked, his length throbbing as he came.  Your palm was coated with his thick come, and you found yourself in awe of the amount that came out. You wanted to tease him about being pent-up but held your tongue when you saw how his chest rose and fell in a rhythmic motion, trying to calm himself from the high of his climax.  “Are you alright?” you asked him once his breathing was back to normal.  “Yes…”  “Then, shall we continue?” He nodded. You then pointed down to his trousers. “Remove these, I’ll be right back.” You got up and went towards your desk, where you grabbed some wet tissue to clean your hand. Before you returned to the bed, you pulled out an aluminium foil packet from the drawer. Gepard had already set his clothing aside, completely bare now. “Lie down,”  He repositioned himself, resting fully on the bed. You slipped off your own clothing before getting on top of him. He observed you as you ripped the packet with your teeth, pulling out the thin rubber and slowly putting it on his length. Once that was done, you lifted your hips, aligning your hips with his.  “I’ve already prepared myself, so it should…go in…easily,” you said between soft breaths while you lowered yourself onto him. You could feel him stretching you open, wondering if he had gotten even bigger compared to earlier. You kept yourself steady on him by placing your hands on his firm stomach. “I’ll start moving,” you announced, lifting your hips up and lowering them back down.  Gepard’s hands went to your thighs, grabbing onto them instinctively. “W-Wait…your hands…” Gepard murmured.  His fingers dug into your flesh as he moaned. It was a quiet sound, and yet it shot shocks straight to your core, that fluttering sensation reappearing and making you want to move faster. Your hands slid lower, pressing directly below his belly button. You watched as his face twisted into pure ecstasy, mouth agape, broken moans and groans slipping out.  “Does it feel good?” you asked sultrily, wanting to see more of his flustered side.  “Y-Yes…! I’m…ghh…” he pulled your bottom half closer, burying himself deep inside you while his steel grip held you in place. You couldn’t move even if you wanted to, and when you felt his length throb inside you, you understood what was happening. It took him a moment to snap himself out of his ecstasy, glancing at you with embarrassment. “I’m sor—” You pressed your index finger on his lips to stop him from apologising. “You did good for your first time,” you smiled, but you could tell by the shift of his expression that he didn’t take that as a compliment. You weren’t sure what else to say, but the feeling of his still erect length inside you gave you the opportunity to change the subject. “Would you like to go again?” He nodded, and you got off him. You skillfully removed the condom, knotting the end to prevent any spillage. You went back to the desk, throwing the used condom away and digging into your drawer for another packet. You pondered if you should just bring the entire box to the bed to make things easier, but you froze when you felt a presence behind you.  You turned around, looked up at Gepard, and gave him a sly smile. “Aren’t you being a little impatient?” you teased.  “I am.” he said, taking the packet from your fingers and unwrapping it himself. He rolled the rubber onto his length.  “Uh hold on…are you mad?” You asked, wondering if mentioning his lack of experience in the bedroom was a sensitive subject.  Gepard smiled, and chills ran down your spine. “Of course not.”  “Then what’s going on? Are you planning to fuck me while standing or something?” You joked, hoping that would get rid of the tension in the air.  “If that’s what you want.” He then guided your hands to his shoulders. You held onto him just as his hands slid over the back of your thighs, pulling you closer and lifting you up simultaneously.  A startled yelp escaped while your limbs wrapped around him instinctively, afraid that you were going to fall. “W-Wait! You’re definitely upset!” you cried. “I’m not. I just…want you to feel good as well.” he uttered softly, his face heating up.  “By threatening to drop me?”  “I won’t drop you.” he reassured. “But…if you want me to put you down, then I will.”  You felt the tip of his length pressed up against your hole, awaiting your answer. How could someone be so endearing and sensual at the same time? Well, at least this position would be something new for you. “Okay, let’s continue.” He lowered you, and once again you could feel yourself being split open by that ridiculously large length of his. This time, something was different. It was reaching deeper inside you, grazing on your sweet spots, and causing you to clench down.  “You…you’re too tight!” “S-Sorry, I can’t nhh…” You felt your insides being remoulded to take his shape, and it was exhilarating, causing your mind to swirl from an overload of pleasure.  You felt yourself being moved until your back was pressed up against the wall, but this only meant that Gepard could push himself entirely inside you. Your voice didn’t come out, only a quivering gasp when you realised how full your insides felt.  “Are you okay?” he asked. His breath was hot on your skin.  “Mm…you can move.”  And he did, slowly pulling his hips back only to slam back into you deep. You were thankful that you had the wall behind you for support, and paired with Gepard’s strong arms holding you up, you didn’t have time to worry about falling off anymore. But now, there was a different problem. His large body was pressed against yours, crushing you whenever he doubled down. You clawed at his back, forming long red lines down his skin.  “F-Faster…” you begged, your voice cracking.   “Like this…?” “Y-Yes…fu…just like that! Gepard!”  His movements grew erratic, pistoning into you until your moans filled the room. His stamina was frightening, his thrusts showed no signs of stopping, and all you could do was feel your throat hurt from calling out his name like a broken record. He slammed his lips onto yours, the sounds of your tongues twisting together, muffled groans and harsh breaths, the lewd noises of him entering you, and skin slapping against each other. You could hear it all loud and clear in your mind.  You felt your orgasm wash over you, unable to cry out your pleasure as he continued his desperate kisses. He pulled away only when you tightened around him, causing him to nuzzle his face into your neck. He cried out your name, pounding into you as he reached his own climax.  Both of you remained in the position for a moment, your hands reaching up to run through his hair. You moved him back to look at his face, admiring the soft pink on his cheeks, and desperately wanting to drown in his brilliant blue eyes. You offered him a small smile, before leaning in to kiss him, holding him close and never wanting to let go.  ✧ ───  ✦  ─── ✧ You listened to Gepard’s soft breathing, deep in slumber after fatigue had finally caught up to him. His stamina was really something else, and you lost count of how many rounds you had with him even after both of you went to the shower together.  Your insides were tingling, his shape and the places where his hands held you were embedded in your skin. You hoped that it would remain even after he was gone. The smell of your soap and shampoo he used mixed with his own scent, causing you to snuggle closer to him just to inhale deeply.  This was the embodiment of tranquillity—having his strong arms wrap around you in a comforting manner. You were starting to worry that you might get addicted to this warmth, knowing that you would miss it when he was away on duty.  You don’t know what the future holds, but you know that you don’t want to remain at a standstill any longer. You took the first step when it came to Gepard, so in due time, you would need to take your first step into the unknown as well. You would do anything to satisfy your desire for the unknown—anything at all.  You closed your heavy eyes, sleep finally approaching after what felt like hours of deep thought. You decided to push those thoughts aside, not wanting to complicate things any further. This was all you needed for now, in a peaceful embrace with the man you had always admired, the key to making your goals a reality. And that was enough…for now.

Stay up with me

['Vinylla_kitten']

Teen And Up 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)

Caelus (Honkai: Star Rail), Dan Heng (Honkai: Star Rail), Other Characters Mentioned

Getting Together, Huddling For Warmth, First Kiss, Dan Heng is Bad at Feelings (Honkai: Star Rail)

English

2023-05-05

Completed

2023-05-05

836

1/1

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31

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['Goompyeager', 'thelanwangji', 'authortobias', 'SophieLance', 'beomajesty', 'Malassiss', 'Polie', 'AnodeAntarcSkywalker', 'Angel2GroundControl', 'ItsaYoongles', 'icebergs10', 'Sad_Gh0st', 'OmniMaiMage', 'ItHurtsToLive', 'rokutenichi', 'Kwon_Laufey', 'Toybionny1987', 'Crystalfoxflower', 'Arcaluna', 'Pipa25', 'ItsMe_Lis', 'EstherHozaki', 'TheCraziestBitchInTown', 'ShipConnoisseur', 'Moooonrin', 'goose_quacking', 'Nox_Scairbhin', 'randomsoulnix', 'Cocomacaroni', 'Averta434', 'ReadingonaPSP', 'Donnylover12', 'guro_gh0st', 'Yatzi183', 'SilentlLanie', 'iluvwngxn', 'Lucas_hehe', 'MossyMika', 'MiharuChane', 'astracrx', 'enbei34_2', 'oh_carrot_my_carat', 'DJ_Qs', 'Allenlhc', 'P3chowiec', 'Azusaya12', 'Abyss_Fatui', 'AliceAbyss', 'NoahTheLostTraveler', 'kitigai']

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It had been less than a week since the new trailblazer had joined the astral express, but to Dan Heng it could have been months. He didn't dislike Caelus by any means, but since he'd arrived everything had been... complicated. Firstly there was that mortifying incident where he had tried to give the trailblazer CPR. Which he'll have you know was the appropriate medical response, and no he should not feel embarrassed just because it looked very bad to a just-awoken Caelus. He tried to avoid the express's new resident following that but Caelus for some reason just wouldn't leave him alone. From visiting his room, to sitting with him in the parlor, Dan Heng just couldn't shake the guy. Now here he was again pacing outside the archives till Dan Heng invited him in. Whilst it wouldn't be unusual for one of his companions to use the archives it was now 1 am, far past normal work hours. And on Caelus's many visits to the archive, he'd barely gave a passing glance to the records. The whole situation had him baffled. Since he'd joined the Astral Express, Dan Heng had tried to keep some distance between himself and others. Whilst he slowly warmed to Himeko over her frankly dreadful cups of coffee, and been charmed by March's bubbling enthusiasm, neither of them had pushed him on it. But Caelus was another story. He brought food to the archives when Dan Heng skipped dinner, and sat up with him when they both couldn't sleep. And the questions, Caelus just couldn't leave things alone. He was always asking his opinions on everything, and whilst Dan Heng answered he would just sit staring at him. He asked about their adventures and life on the Express but strangely never about Dan Heng's history. For the life of him Dan Heng couldn't figure out why. Perhaps the trailblazer was just nosy, Dan Heng had overheard him talking to Pom Pom about the Express's companions. Maybe he was just kind: too many people were kind to Dan Heng nowadays, he doubted he deserved it. There was knocking at the door again. Shit he'd left Caelus out there. Dan Heng ran over to the door, surprised by his own eagerness. He swung open the train door to meet the trailblazers gaze, 'Hi.' said Caelus shyly,'Hi.' he replied,'I didn't know you were still up... I didn't wake you at all?' he said, half-whispering'Not at all. Please, come in.' Dan Heng glanced at the traveler, his hair was messy as if he has just got up and he was shaking slightly. Nightmares maybe? Well he couldn't judge. The archives had nowhere to sit except the futon in the corner. The two of them sat, Dan Heng by the pillow and Caelus on the end of the bed. It had only been routine for a few nights but the familiarity settled over Dan Heng's chest, warm and comforting as they waited in silence. 'I couldn't sleep.' started the trailblazer,'Yeah I can see that,' he replied, as he looked over Caelus was shivering,'This thing inside me, I don't know what to think about it.' he started. Himeko had mentioned that inside the trailblazer's body resided a stellaron. How strange Dan Heng had thought, a boy made of destruction. Dan Heng reached out and placed his hand over the other's. It felt warm and he could feel a gentle pulse running through it. Strangely normal so far; he moved his hand up, pressing his thumb against the inside of his wrist. Caelus left up a sharp breath, was his pulse part of his power Dan heng wondered. The trailblazer's skin felt cool under his hands,'Are you cold?' asked Dan Heng. This was concerning; cold hands could be a sign of poor health and he wouldn't want Caelus to be ill. Caelus noded,'Maybe you should get some rest.'At that Caelus looked down nervously,'I don't want to be alone.' he whispered. Dan Heng looked down at his futon, and then are his hand which was now firmly holding Caelus's.'You should stay here then,' He heard himself say. Caelus smiled and leant closer at that, coming to rest against Dan Heng's side.'Thanks, you're so nice to me.' he yawned.Dan Heng froze, 'nice'? The trailblazer thought he was nice? Was this why Caelus kept seeking him out, for the companionship. Dan Heng didn't consider himself to be a friendly person but if Caelus had decided they were friends maybe he should at least try. And if he felt strangely warm at the thought of the idea that Caelus cared about him, well Dan Heng wasn't going to think about that. He looked over to see Caelus asleep against his shoulder. He wrapped his arm around the boy and pulled him close till he could feel gentle breaths against his neck. All Dan Heng could think of as he drifted off to sleep was the warm body pressed against his.

Slow Hands

['DaksAmari']

Mature

F/F

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

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

Stelle (Honkai: Star Rail), Natasha (Honkai: Star Rail)

mobile edits, F4A - Freeform, Tags Are Hard, No beta we die like that one guy in that one show, I Wrote This Instead of Sleeping

English

2023-05-05

Completed

2023-05-05

3,460

1/1

22

337

37

3,115

['Morranrielle', 'BrokenLaserJet', 'CrystalTheWolf', 'shootroot16', 'nephiteri', 'KweenofThorn', 'YennaWang', 'Nameless_Enigma', 'Freathien', 'jellybot2', 'WhatAmIDoing_IDontKnow_ButHereIAm', 'Secretkei21', 'joohyunisabae', 'Reiricchi', 'DarGloomy', 'Skiysn', 'Taser', 'ObtainableGoose', 'Dyinglittlestar', 'Artemis7219', 'insert_content', 'LidaEvansMuxa', 'WolfyKnight5071', 'Justawenclairshipper', 'NamonakiYume', 'Alehzinho', 'Alexxxz_319', 'pearsonasnic', 'Alastair1221', 'arlefurrylovr', 'Hologram_Hero_Proletius', 'sdjhiui', 'hani88', 'Tfnyty', 'YogSoggoth', 'Silverford', 'Shin23Lee', 'daylightlucidity', 'Miwa_maw', 'AliothTheOverseer', 'Blazer908', 'CrimsonCorvus', 'VixRose', 'LollipopTea', 'Uakar', 'cheachyy', 'Blue1314', 'ZiViper', 'Cat_unicreating', 'Kanavizaunt']

[]

I own nothing.     “…shall we drink it? It’s your call…” You had no time to think. Since learning of her brother’s last whereabouts, Doctor Natasha insisted on investigating outside Belobog to…see for herself if he was still around or not. You’d done your best to comfort her when she’d gotten news about her father and tried to offer any sort of warmth since setting foot in the outskirts, but she pressed on and the only things in your mind were her safety and…well, her well-being.   “Let’s drink the Blizzard Immunity.” Eyes never straying from the corrupt creature just ahead, you reach behind to where Nat has been since you’d instinctively stepped in front of her once the creature came into view. There’s a short pause and when you feel the vial being pressed into your hand, you bring it to your mouth and shoot it back.   As you said before, the power of The Trailblaze helped regulate your temperature more than usual, but there’s a part of you that knows Nat wouldn’t have let you fight without at least drinking some of the medicine. So, you tuck the empty vial back into your pocket and draw your weapon.   “I’m ready. Doctor’s got your back.”   Thanks to the new path you’re now walking, the fire inside you burns ever brighter. The creature had been idle in its place seeming content to not moving from the run down house you and Nat had been trying to get to, but as you step forward, it notices and snarls.   “Come on, then.” You grin and lunge forward just as the creature roars.         Pulling your lance out of the now stilled creature, (which actually put up a decent fight,) you swipe it hard enough to clean at least a bit of the gunk off and make a note to clean it later as you dismiss it.   “This was my first time seeing you in battle…” Nat’s voice makes you turn to face her. “You’ve got some moves don’t you?” With this ridiculously cute crooked grin, she nudges your arm playfully. In turn, you can’t help but release a slightly embarrassed chuckle as your cheeks heat a little. “No wonder you were able to save the Underworld.”   “Yeah, but I didn’t do it alone.” You bring your hand up to rub the back of your head sheepishly. “You’re uh…you weren’t so bad yourself, Nat.”   In truth, you had missed one or two important strikes thanks to the close up look you’d gotten at the Doctor’s weapon and the stunning way she handled it. Now you remember her telling you to not underestimate her, but Nanook’s biceps, you were unprepared to see Nat fight! During the fight with that ancient robot, you were too busy trying to focus on not getting struck by Svarog to see her fight. All you knew was that she’d been there to back you all up and heal, but this time around, it was only the two of you and… “think nothing of it.”   “Charmer.” A soft giggle. “Now, let’s have a look over there.” Nat’s soothing voice and that giggle once again brings your thoughts away from the way her forearms tightened just before her weapon fired, how her thighs supported the heaviness of said weapon and how it would be to either have those hands, or your own- “My gut tells me we should find something connected to Vache.”   “Oh! Uh, okay. Be careful.” You clear your throat and hopefully your mind of anything else inappropriate and follow her to the run down house now vacated of creatures. “H-how’s your- you’re not still freezing, right? I can still warm you up if you need…”   When Nat rolls her eyes with a gentle laugh, you can’t stop the idiotic grin from capturing your lips. “I’m fine… but, thank you.” Was it just you or was there a faint blush on her cheeks? It’s probably just because it’s cold out here, genius.   Without too much more thought, you help her search the place for any signs of Vache.         In the end, you both came up mostly empty considering Vache’s ultimate demise, but you can tell Nat’s steps are just a bit lighter while you make your way back into Belobog. She mentioned that it felt like a weight had been lifted and you feel grateful that you could have helped lift it if even just a little.   “So, what will you do now?” The question is asked hesitantly as you unconsciously bump shoulders with Nat on the way to the cable cars.   “Well, March messaged me and said her and Dan Heng were helping another friend of ours and wouldn’t be back until tomorrow, so…” At the next bump, you offer your arm which Nat seamlessly takes and you lead her to the car that’ll take you both back to Boulder Town. “If you’re not sick of me, I can hang around a little longer.” You try not to pay attention to the way those generous hips of hers swing into you as you walk, but you also can’t stop the slight blush from tinting your ears because of it. “O-or, I can stop by Scott’s to see if he’s got any openings in any upcoming fights.”   “After you’ve just fought off that creature? Not to mention my demons?” Nat scoffs and intentionally bumps into you, causing you both to stumble a bit. You chuckle and gently push back into her to right you both once more. “That reminds me that I should double check you for injuries. What kind of doctor would I be if I sent you back to the Express with bruises all over you?”   It’s an innocent question, but for some reason, your brain goes in a different direction and sweet Qlipoth you try not to trip over your own feet again. Thankfully the car comes into view and you let Nat in first before stepping in after her. “Well, I guess I can humor you a little longer.” You sigh dramatically and then laugh when she swats your arm.   “Hey, what happened to not being able to say ‘no’ to me, huh?”   “Well, you didn’t say going back so you could check me out was a favor- “   “What- I didn’t say I wanted to ‘check you out!’” Nat feigns being shocked and you can’t help but laugh out loud. Luckily, the train car you’re both in is mostly empty, so no one can judge either of your choice of words.   “Same thing!”   “Is not!”   “Is so!”   “Fine! Go back without a checkup. See if I care.” Nat sits down and crosses her arms and legs. You know she isn’t actually mad, so you sit next to her with the biggest grin on your face yet.   “It ought to be called a checkout in my opinion.” You chuckle when she gives you a deadpan look. “‘Hey, doc, I need you to schedule me in for another checkout next week.’”   “No.” Nat scrunches up her nose in distaste. “That just doesn’t sound right.”   “‘Nat, I need you to check me out. I think my rib is bruised!’ …No?” You bring your fingers to your chin in thought.   There’s an incredulous pause that ends with Nat shaking her head before she’s leaning against you. “You’re ridiculous, Outsider.”   And you’re very pretty… You keep to yourself and lean over to rest your head on hers. “Am not.”         “Hey…do you feel… unnaturally hot or anything?”   “All the time.” You grin like a dork, but quickly stop teasing when you see just how flushed Nat has gotten since you both got back to her clinic. “Y-you okay, Nat?” You’re out of your seat in a flash and in front of her with your hand to her forehead.   “I’m okay.” She steps back and touches her cheek. “It’s just…it’s really warm, don’t you think?”   You do think and feel nothing out of the ordinary for Boulder Town. Jarilo-VI was a literal ball of snow, so even while there were street heaters in the Overworld and the Underworld had the furnace core, there had always been a constant chill in the air. So the fact that Natasha was as hot…(temperature wise!) as she was on an ordinary Jarilo-VI day, was…unusual to say the least.   “Wh-what are-“ your eyes widen and your thoughts cease as you see Nat remove her coat. She looks…you haven’t seen her without that coat since you woke up in her clinic. There’s a teddy bear that’s always attached to her outer layer, but now it’s on the desk along with her coat and glove.   “Sorry, it’s just super warm for some reason.”   “Maybe you should sit down.” In an instant, you’re gently guiding her to the chair behind her desk. When she’s settled, you bring your forehead to hers to feel just how warm, and by Nanook’s scars, she’s burning up! “Are-are you sure you’re okay, Nat? You’re practically overheating!” Panic starts to set in, but she only pulls her head away from yours and pats your cheek soothingly.   “It may seem like it, but I feel fine. Maybe a little sweaty now, but not like I’m about to die or something.“   And then it hits you like a bat to the face.   “…because the city would be too hot for us. We’d break a sweat just sitting idle!”   “Nat-“ Your throat dries right up when you see her begin fanning her face. There’s a bit of sweat forming on her brow now and you can’t help but feel a bit dumbfounded when you focus on the look on her face… “B-Blizzard Immunity.” You cough when she looks at you and you try desperately to get certain images out of your head. “Uh- r-remember what those Silvermane Guards were saying out on the Snow Plains?”   “Remind me?” Nat all but pants. “I-I can’t really think over the heat bothering me.”   Oh gods… “Well, you remember them saying something about a tiny side effect being that they couldn’t go back into the city otherwise they’ll overheat too?”   “You think that’s what’s happening?” Nat then reaches up to tie her gorgeous hair up higher and you swear you’ve never seen a sight more…sexy than that.   “Uh-huh.” You say dumbly while your eyes take in the sight of her tying her hair up. Her chest slightly heaving and now a thin sheen of sweat forming on her skin. “I-I’ll go get some ice!” You all but jump away from her and smack yourself mentally for getting worked up at the sight of your friend overheating. Nonono, bad! She’s probably suffering and you’re being gross…   Clearing your throat once more, you step out of her office, close the door behind you and set out to look for ice. Ice. Where could ice be? This is a clinic, so she may have some…but where? Your eyes scan the area and aside from patients in some of the beds, you don’t see much else. Actually, you’re pretty sure anything Nat could use to treat people were there in her office. But were you prepared to go back in just yet?   Scott! Scott ought to have some! Without another word, you walk as calmly as you can out of the clinic, only to break into a full on sprint until you’re right outside the Fight Club. “Hey, Scott! You got ice?”   “Ice? What for? Ain’t it cold enough out here?” The old man huffs and then goes back to grumbling to himself about incompetent newbies.   “Please, Scott.” You stand in front of him with the biggest puppy dog eyes you can muster.   He groans. “Inside. And you best come back when you’re done! Need to talk about upcoming matches.”   “Sure thing!” You pat his shoulder gratefully and run to get a bucket full.           “Hey Nat, how are you-“ the bucket full of ice drops to the floor with a clatter along with your jaw at the sight before you.   Nat. Sweet, sweet Natasha, is standing there having just stripped down to her glorious underwear and it takes all your willpower to not faint right then. “Wh-“ words fail to form and only noises make it out of your mouth as she turns to face you.   “It- it’s so hot .” Nat, unabashedly brings her hand up to fan at her face and chest once more. “How are you not affected?”   Her fair, usually paler skin now has a reddish tint to it that lets you know just how heated she is. “I-I’m affected alright…” you mumble as you’re heart stutters, but then smack yourself mentally and cough when your eyes meet partly clouded ruby eyes. “I- Nat, I- ice! I got ice.”   “Ice? What’s that going to do?” The renowned doctor actually seems confused by this and you would laugh, if only to distract yourself from the copious amounts of butterflies fluttering around in your stomach… but now is n ot the time, dummy!   “Well, I can put it in a bag for your head…or, how about an ice bath?”   “Oh, an ice bath sounds amazing actually.” Nat then reaches behind her and it’s all you can do to stumble over your own two feet to stop her from removing her bra.   “Waitwaitwaitwait-!” Without thinking, you reach out and place your hands on the cups of that black bra and just prevent it from falling away. “Na- Nat, you’re killing me!” With your ears on fire and your heart in your throat, you do your best to not think of where your hands are. You try not to think of just how full these cups are. Your ears absolutely do not pick up the slightly labored breathing of this renowned doctor above you. The very same doctor you’ve had a crush on since you woke up in her clinic. The one you’ve just helped conquer some demons that had sprung up thanks to her crazy brother. The one…now placing her hand over yours.   “…”   You snap your eyes to hers in confusion at first, but when you only see uncertainty and a hint of embarrassment, or was that shyness? On her flushed face, you can’t help but fall to your knees with a stress-relieving laugh, because what the hell is happening?!   “You- you couldn’t wait until I had the bath ready for you?” You can’t help feeling just a bit ridiculous at your current position. Down on your knees in front of your biggest crush, hands on her breasts to keep her measly black, strapless bra from falling and revealing everything to you. The heat had to be messing with her head too. There’s no way she’d willingly do this, right? It wasn’t like she felt the same…right? It was just a silly crush!   “Why don’t you start the bath then?” Nat whispers, her hand spreading her fingers through yours over her left breast.   “I- I don’t know if I can let go.” You admit, ignoring the way your knees start to complain about the way you’d carelessly knelt down when your legs gave out. “If I do, what’s to stop this bra from falling and exposing you to me?”   “…Nothing.” Nat answers almost nonchalantly. It hasn’t escaped you that she’s still very flushed and probably very uncomfortable with her body’s temperature, but you’re not sure you could stop yourself at this point. There’s a part of you that wants to snap her out of this haze and there’s a part that sees something in those eyes of hers. Something that is seemingly calling out to you.   Nat steps back instead.   Your hands are frozen there.   Eyes locked on hers.   “Can…you move now?” She seems so uncertain. Her voice is small and she suddenly avoids your gaze. With her eyes hidden, you sit back on your heels and look at the fabric in your palms. Nat’s bra.   Without another word, you scramble back to your feet and all but throw yourself at the office door to make sure it’s locked. When that’s done, you slowly turn back around to grab the bucket of now melting ice and, with Nat’s bra in your other hand, you march right for the bathroom that’s in her office. Once you place the bucket and bra down, you go back for Nat and gently lead her into the bathroom so you can get started.         “Soooo…how much longer do you think the effects will last?” You ask in a small voice while Nat hums and sinks lower into the tub that’s now been filled with ice and cold water.   “I can’t say for sure.” She sighs. “I haven’t gotten a chance to look through all of Vache’s notes for Blizzard Immunity, but hopefully they’ll wear off soon.” There’s a piece of ice she’d been pushing around with her finger while talking and there’s something about it that’s so adorable that you smile to yourself for it. “I can’t just sit in a tub of ice all day.” There’s another pause that breaks your attention from the ice in the bath and back to her. “Actually, that sounds so nice.”   “I think you deserve a break, Doc.” You grin. “Gotta say, seeing you basically be an ice water mermaid is something I won’t forget anytime soon.” You chuckle and reach over to adjust the ice pack on her head.   “A mermaid?” She brings her hand out of the icy depths to push a strand of hair out of her face.   “Well, I read in one of March’s books that they’re these beautiful half fish people that seduce and lure men in with their singing to steal their souls…or something.”   “Is that how you see me?” Nat partly scoffs around a laugh and in turn, you can’t help but chuckle when she flicks a drop at water at you.   “I mean, you’re half naked in a tub in front of me.” Another laugh that makes your ears burn when your eyes drop from her own to her chest. Before either of you can react to that slip-up, you look away and instead, choose a cube to push around like Nat earlier. “There’s uh, there’s this other story where a merman comes to live on land, but he always has to soak in a tub when the day is over. All that’s missing is the fish tail.” You lean against the rim of said tub and rest your chin on the palm of your hand, smiling at the overheated woman.   There’s a comfortable silence that follows as you once again reach over to remove the pack from her head so you can pour the rest of that ice into the tub too. “…well, since you think of me as half a fish that eats souls, would you consider yourself seduced?” The question is meant to be teasing, but as you meet those impossibly beautiful eyes, you can’t help the way your stomach does these little somersaults. The way your heart flutters at the sight of her…   “I don’t think of you like that.” Bright, golden eyes seek out deep rubies. “As for the seduction…I think so.” You whisper and without much more thought, lean over the lip of the tub. Nat sees this movement and doesn’t hesitate to lean forward to meet your lips halfway.   Her lips are almost freezing, but it only seems to fuel the fire igniting inside your chest and when she releases the sweetest of noises against your lips, you’re certain you never want to taste another pair of lips.       Bonus.   ”Also, I think you’re prettier than a fish person.” You say against her lips and then tear yourself away when you feel a hard pinch on your lower lip. “Agh, why’d you bite me? I said you’re prettier than a fish person!”   ”That’s not the point, you ridiculous outsider.” Nat actually pouts and then sits up further to press an apologetic kiss to your lips. “Forget it.” She mumbles, but before she pulls away again, you reach up to caress her cold pink cheek to stop her. When she pauses, you lean in to press a tender kiss to that cheek.   ”I think you’re pretty, Nat. Kinda hot. Very hot, actually. Even without the Blizzard Immunity.” You can’t help but grin stupidly.   ”…Oh my god, I’m in love with a dork.” Nat groans and playfully pushes you away.   You're too busy laughing, but as soon as your slow brain registers what she just said, you feel all the blood rush to your face and your heart returns to beating a mile a minute. “W-wh- wait, what?”   Nat only smirks knowingly and then splashes more ice cold water at you.   Got me now and I can’t say no~

Titles and dreams

['timeless003']

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

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

Resolved Sexual Tension, Making Out, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Smut, Mild Smut, i think its mild smut, idk im bad at tags

English

2023-05-05

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2023-05-05

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Dan Heng gazes like he’s starving. He drinks Caelus and whatever the other does up , like a parched man in the middle of a scorching desert. But Aeons forbid , he break his composure.   The light of the stars filter through the panes of the window behind him. Of course the cosmos forever remain dark and its as if its moon light filtering through. There are more shadows in the compartment than the streaks of starlight on the floor. They throw light on the titles on the scrolls scattered about on the floor and books around him and on the table. There arent any lights on because its supposed to be late into the night and all the inhabitants on the train are supposed to be asleep. The conductor has turned in for the night too , after ensuring that everything is on course without a hitch. Miss.Himeko and Mr.Yang have long retired into their own compartments. He, March along with Caelus stayed a bit while in the parlor , march having dragged him out to play some game with cards. After she yawned for the umpteenth time , Caelus convinced her to retire. She did but not without grumbles. Dan heng excused himself too right after.   Caelus on the other hand…   Dan Heng looks at the man that has his back to him , rummaging through the data bank. Caelus isn’t paying attention to his surroundings, busy with examining the contents of the data bank. Of course they could have turned on the lights. It isn’t technically optimal for normal humans or most beings to read through starlight but Dan Heng isn’t a human and neither is Caelus and both are lucky enough to be born with sharper eyes. The starlight is enough. The data bank is also self illuminating , throwing a dull glow onto Caelus’s face , that illuminates most of his features. Dan Heng gazes , chin resting on his palm with his elbow on the table in front of him. A book is open in front of him , although it has long been forgotten that it is there, since Dan Heng is busy doing something else entirely. Dan Heng’s pupils constrict and his fingers move from cradling his chin, to over his lower mouth. He covers his lips , hiding his lower face as he looks at what Caelus is doing.   More like just at Caelus.     A scroll from one of the shelves a little off to Caelus falls. Caelus looks momentarily startled before he’s looking away from the data bank, keeping the tab where he has reached and then he bends to pick up the scroll.   From the veil of his fingers that hide his own mouth but not his sight , Dan Heng’s eyes  follow the movement. His throat is parched and he yearns. Caelus stands up straight , cradling the scroll in his fingers. He takes it apart , thumb tracing over the edges. He straightens it out, fingers gliding over the paper to make sure there aren’t any creases before he folds it up again. Raising his hand , he touches it to the edge of the space meant for it , before pushing it in.   Caelus goes back to the data bank and Dan Heng settles for pushing his tongue against his inner cheek. His gaze lowers to the page that’s opened before him. It’s the index. Dan Heng’s fingers brush over his lower lip , and he scrapes the nail of his thumb against the soft skin. A small but welcome distraction even though it does nothing to help the little ball of heat that’s settles in Dan Heng’s stomach. His knee underneath the table twitches and his own fingers are now against the page , turning it.               It started with little touches and now they have amounted into something that destroys and ravages Dan Heng. They give rise to little fantasies and desires that he has felt before but not to this intensity.   They make dan heng want to be selfish and take more and more and more.   Instead he takes what Caelus gives. He’s tempted though.   They always start off small. Innocent. Its Caelus’s fingers resting on Dan Heng’s shoulder , patting it in agreement and lingering there for a moment too long. Or maybe its Dan Heng’s knee touching Caelus’s while they sit at the same table a bit too close because march has decided to take the other two seats for herself.   Sometimes its unexpected. Caelus gets hurt while fighting of the fragmentum and turns to Dan Heng for first aid. And then Dan Heng is bending over the other , intently looking at the wound. He touches and prods with his fingers taking in and  Caelus is underneath him sometimes twitching. Sometimes Dan Heng touches a but too hard and there’s a whine . Sometimes Dan Heng touches a bit too gently and there’s a sigh.   Sometimes there’s tears in caelus’s eyes and his cheeks are flushed and lips are wide open little pants of breath falling out. Sweat beads his forehead and his eyebrows are furrowed , jaw a bit slack. Little sounds mix in between his pants. He arches against Dan Heng, chest pressing against his own as Dan heng digs his fingers into Caelus’s hips to hold him still and down. He says Dan Heng’s name like it’s a chant to save himself and Dan Heng responds to it by taking him apart. This one is in his dreams though.       It’s the little touches that start to plague Dan Heng’s thoughts , dreams and every second that he is alive.   Dan Heng now looks at Caelus, ashen hair like a silver crown atop of his head and Dan Heng wants to worship. The train runs its course and the silence in the room is disturbed by nothing but the clicks of the data bank. Caelus sighs, sounding a bit tired and all Dan Heng can think about is nothing but the urge to take the pieces of Caelus’s being apart. His finger twitch , itching to touch , trace and manipulate them. He wants to watch as Caelus come undone, lips making more of those sounds but this time with a different purpose. This time for a reason that is Dan Heng. He wants to take Caelus apart like he does in his dreams and then put him back together.     The table at which Dan Heng sits at is cluttered with books and pens and other little things that belong in a library. Theres a stack of book right near the edge , near to him but to the front and in the direction of Caelus. Dan Heng touches the books in front of him. His fingers touch and follow the length of the stack, stumbling over the different girths.  They are in a single stack , maybe a number of five or seven. Some are those priceless ones that Dan Heng had picked up from a world. Containing forbidden knowledge that he shouldn’t really be leaving around like this. But then there’s nobody but his trusted companions on the train so he doesn’t mind leaving them around in the library. He rests his fingers against the corner , gazing at the books. Some of these books are exclusive , one of a kind. Dan Heng pushes them over the edge without even making a effort and watches them disappear dow the edge of the table They all fall off the edge , landing with muffled thuds and falling open somewhere on the floor , in front of the table. Caelus turns his head looking a bit surprised, before it melts away into amusement. He leaves the data bank alone and walks towards Dan Heng. Bending down , he picks the books up. Dan Heng can hear the pages flutter and rustle ad the book closes.   Then Dan heng is standing up , his legs carrying him around the table and to the front of the table. Caelus is kneeling , head lowered and fingers deftly picking the books up. His knees are bent comfortable , frame hunched a bit but back still straight. He stacks the books up, not looking up when Dan Heng comes to stand in front of him. Dan Heng dosen't bend down to help. Caelus looks up from the floor instead.   The books are forgotten for a moment. Nothing exists but molten gold that Dan Heng wants to drown in. He feels exactly that , breathless and drowning in it , feeling as if ablaze all over. His skin feels like it wants to melt off and there’s a tension in his body telling him to move. Do something.   Dan Heng bends down to his knees and Caelus pushes the half piled stack in his hands. He puts the rest of the books one by one on top, talking about what new things he’s discovered in the data bank.   Dan Heng listens to the voice that gives him dreams and leaves him breathless , making him wake up tensed and squirming in the morning aching for something , someone. His fingers move to pick up another book to add and finish the pile , and they end up brushing against Caelus’s. They both still. Their touching just right over the book , nothing but innocent. Dan Heng could pull his fingers away and pretend nothing happened. But so could Caelus.   Both of them don’t do anything though. Dan Heng is staring at where his forefinger and middle touch Caelus’s knuckles. He’s not consumed by the moment. He’s just listening hard. And he realizes Caelus has stopped breathing , as if holding his breath anticipating something.     Dan Heng feels his stomach swoop and his lips twitch. Aeons forbid , he lose his composure any more than he’s lost his mind.     Dan Heng’s eyes sharply move to look up at  Caelus. He’s more or less , had his head lowered to look down at the book in the first place. When their fingers touched , Dan Heng hadn’t even looked up at the other. Now , his eyes are shadowed by his eyelashes and the dim light dosen’t make it any better. It shadows his face partly , but his green eyes shine like a cat’s .   Caelus doesn’t give a shit about composure though.   Caelus looks like he’s a deer caught in the headlights. He looks utterly surprised and Dan Heng snaps out his own reverie.   “Sorry-“ hes apologising for something he doesn’t really find as his fault and he's pulling away from someone he wants to hold onto forever.       At that moment Dan Heng for some reason , loses his balance and falls backward. He can hear Caelus’s startled exclamation to be careful when he falls, losing his balance , from where he’s squatted and landing in such a way, that he’s sitting with his back against the shelves. His head hits hard against the shelves and he feels dazed for a moment before what happened catches upto him. He opens his eyes , that he hadn’t realized had been shut.               For a moment his heart sinks.               And then , Caelus is on Dan Heng , words of worry falling from his lips. Their positions have ironically been reenacted only this time its Dan Heng , the one under Caelus and Caelus hunched over him. Caelus’s hands cradle his face roughly as he looks at Dan Heng’s face and then his fingers are going back , touching and brushing against where Dan Heng’s hit the back of his head. It isn’t that bad , and Dan Heng can already feel the dull throb ebbing away.       What he’s becoming more and more aware of , is how Caelus has chosen to position himself over Dan Heng. Dan Heng’s legs are splayed forward , touching leg to leg as they are stretched out on the floor to their full length. Caelus is over him , more or less keeping Dan Heng in place with his legs on either side of Dan Heng’s thighs. He’s almost sitting on Dan Heng’s lap and somehow in the commotion, as Dan Heng realises , his right hand is holding onto Caelus’s waist , fingers hooking onto Caelus’s waistband.     “should I call someone- I am so sorry- I didn’t mean to-“     Dan Heng decides that soothing Caelus is currently more important than taking a account of how Caelus is on top of him and how his own fingers are on Caelus’s waist, holding it and not really wanting to let go.   “I’m alright- it’s just a small bump.”   Dan Heng mutters. He’s looking up at Caelus and Caelus is about to say something before he trails off as his eyes meet Dan Heng’s. He seems to get lose for a moment , dazed before his eyes come back to focus. Theres a dull blush that rises to his cheeks that Dan Heng finds endearing. Dan Heng’s fingers twitch and something warm and heavy settles in his lower stomach. Caelus’s fingers , in turn also twitch against the back of Dan Heng’s hair before their curling there. His nails scrape against Dan Heng’s scalp as he does, and then its Caelus who leans down , head tilting. His fingers curl tighter and he tilts Dan Heng’s head up. Dan Heng feels Caelus lift himself to sort of curl over him , no more almost sitting on Dan Heng lap and instead kneeling over him. Lips barely touch his own , hesitating and brushing against the corners of his mouth. Caelus looks like he’s having second thoughts fingers already losing their hold on Dan Hengs hair.   He cant have that. He’s waited too long for this moment.   Dan Heng curls his fingers into the loop of Caelus’s waistband , and then he’s tugging the other forward. Skin brushes against his knuckles and he closes his eyes when lips meet his own. They just do that. They meet his , awkwardly and Dan Heng is a bit surprised but not disappointed when they stay that way without doing anything. Dan Heng’s eyes are still open even though Caelus has closed his. He lets Caelus do what he wants.   Caelus kisses him like he’s pristine and untouchable. Their lips touch as if Caelus is afraid to go any further and smudge Dan Heng. His fingers twitch in Dan Heng’s hair as if he wants to hold onto tighter but is afraid to.   Dan Heng on the other hand wants to consume and in turn be consumed by Caelus.     When Caelus is about to break the kiss , even if it was a half attempt at it , Dan Heng is already moving up arching slightly. His other hand is gripping Caelus’s jaw and he’s pulling the other back down.   Dan Heng kisses him like there’s no tomorrow. His lips move with the intention to devour and take. His tongue brushes over Caelus’s lower lip , and the gasp that escapes the other , sends a shockwave down Dan Heng’s spine. Although its lost and muffled in between their lips , Dan Heng dosen’t really mourn for it , because there’s more coming when he deepens the kiss.   One of Caelus’s hand lose their hold on Dan Heng’s hair and Dan Heng wonders whether its pressed up against the shelf , holding Caelus from stumbling forward onto Dan Heng. Maybe its grounding him ,reminding Caelus not to lost himself.   Dan Heng smirks against the kiss and teeth graze over the other’s lip . He bites down , swallowing the gasp that comes after. Soothing the nip that’s barely dented skin with his tongue , Dan Heng continues. He's going to make Caelus fall. Lose himself just as he made Dan Heng lose any semblance of sanity.   Dan Heng’s fingers on Caelus’s waist , brush over Caelus’s hip and curl into the fabric of his shirt. Above him Caelus sways with every movement of Dan Heng’s lips against his and Dan Heng himself fights the urge to not let them breathe and just let both their lungs give out. Ultimately , he doesn’t let that happen, pulling away. There are little gasps and pants against his lips as he does , his own chest falling and lifting a bit faster. His eyes take in the sight of Caelus and by Aeons does the other look already undone just by Dan Heng kissing him. There’s a flush to Caelus’s cheeks that moves from his cheeks to his ear and then to his neck , fading a bit in the middle and reddening too much at the tips of his ears. His lips are wet and-   Dan Heng’s hand leaves Caelus’s jaw , where his thumb has been brushing over Caelus’s cheekbone as he cradled the other’s face and it moves down. It joins its counter , barely touching Caelus’s hips like the other though. Instead Dan Heng , slips them both underneath Caelus's shirt and his fingers come in contact with heated skin. He feels Caelus more or less shiver. Holding  Caelus’s waist he brings the other down, making him sit on Dan Heng's lap.  There’s a gasp above him but he already has his lips back on Caelus’s , kissing him again. And then he’s moving, brushing and trailing his lips over to the side of Caelus’s mouth. His own heart stutters when Caelus lets a small whine out. His fingers stray from where their holding onto Caelus’s waist and explore underneath Caelus’s  shirt , brushing over his sides and then towards his back. Dan Heng traces his fingertips along the middle of others back , over his backbone and he feels Caelus arch into his touch. He’s vaguely aware of one of Caelus’s hands leaving his hair and gripping his shoulder , digging his nails in. The other  has its fingers now clenched painfully into Dan Heng’s hair , occasionally tugging hard to elicit a groan from Dan Heng .   Dan Heng’s lips meet the point where Caelus’s neck meets his shoulder and he presses another kiss there , one among many he’s placed on Caelus by now and in the future. There’s a sigh above him , but Dan Heng isn’t going to let the other have respite. He bites down and Caelus trembles. His hips in turn twitch against Dan Heng , pressing down and they both moan in unison. And then Dan Heng is biting down harder , teeth grazing and digging hard enough to break skin. Caelus arches into his hands and Dan Heng’s fingers splay over the others lower back supporting him. His other arm is over and across Caelus’s back , holding the other close.   His lips move up , the bridge of his nose  tracing the prominent tilt of Caelus’s neck and head that’s falling back. Then he’s pressing a kiss against the back of Caelus’s ear, dragging his teeth over the shell. Caelus’s hips stutter over his own and he’s so tense, wound up with little whines and moans falling from his lips. Dan Heng drags his nails over Caelus’s back , to his shoulder blade and to his opposite side and Caelus keens letting out another moan. Dan Heng holds him closer not letting the other squirm. He’s instead guiding and moving Caelus’s hips against his own, pressing and pushing till it has Caelus utterly wrecked in his arms. A mess of moans and whines. Dan Heng isn’t doing any better , burying his face against Caelus’s neck biting harshly and soothing the angry blossoming marks with little kisses and drags of his tongue against warm skin.   He presses them together , and Caelus in turn bends in his hands and into his body. He’s pulling away like its too much and then he’s arching back , as if insatiable. He sounds as if he wants more than what he can have and Dan Heng wants to give him everything.   Everything and himself.   His lips brush over Caelus’s jaw and he’s drowning Caelus’s little sounds once more. Caelus presses down harder and Dan Heng bites, pushing forcefully into Caelus’s mouth till he gives in. He leaves the other breathless and Caelus is reaching a fever pitch, broken sounds and moans cutting off. His hips stutter over Dan Heng’s when he reaches the edge and falls over and so does Dan Heng , pausing and burying his face against Caelus’s neck breaking the kiss. He rocks Caelus’s hips against his before holding the other still , gasping and clenching his jaw.   It's nothing compares to what they do afterwards but it feels heaven compared to when they never did anything.   They stay still , the heated air between them making their skin clammy. Dan Heng’s clothes brush uncomfortable against his hot skin and he’s aware of how hot Caelus is against his fingers. He has face still hidden against the others throat and he doesn’t pull away as he catches his breath. Above him , Caelus is catching his own , calming down. Their chest ride and fall in unison.   “…are you going to come out from there?”   There’s a smile in Caelus’s voice and Dan Heng feels relief flood his chest. He lets out a mumble of disagreement and Caelus  chuckles. The other’s fingers gently brush into Dan Heng’s hair and Dan Heng lets out a small sigh , arms now encircling around Caelus’s waist. Despite how uncomfortable it is and Dan Heng’s back side feels like its going numb from sitting on the hard floor for so long, he stays that way not wanting to break the bubble.       They do move afterwards , Dan Heng taking a moment to stand since his legs have fallen asleep. Caelus muffles his laughter as the other regains function back in his legs and Dan Heng promises himself he’s going to do the same to Caelus with a smirk. Caelus flushes beautifully at the implications and tries to reply with something snarky but stutters instead, before marching off to his own compartment. Dan Heng follows after him.   After all he’s not done with Caelus yet is he?    

Don't try to thank a conartist

['s0raQXM_aver']

Not Rated

M/M

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

Sampo/Dan Heng (Honkai: Star Rail)

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

Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, top sampo/bottom danheng, Bottom Dan Heng (Honkai: Star Rail), Top Sampo (Honkai: Star Rail), this is genuinely my first smut fic, i wrote this after playing hide and seek with hook and march, english isnt my first language, listened to male whimper audio on loop while writing this, sampo has fangs, Dacryphilia, Humiliation, basically danheng gets destroyed, virgin danheng, Light Bondage

English

2023-05-05

Completed

2023-05-05

1,986

1/1

10

224

22

4,349

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[]

After fighting Bronya, the trio was knocked out by some blue-haired guy, who brought them to a clinic. One happened to wake up before the others. He asked that man how he could repay the favour, and that was probably how Danheng ended up kneeling in Sampo’s personal chambers, his arms tied behind him and his mouth halfway down the taller’s cock. “You suck at this, ya know. At this rate, I can't cum at all.” Sampo complained, combing his fingers through Danheng’s hair. The Astral Express member glared at the man above him. Hell, his knees hurt from kneeling on the hardwood floor, and he felt terribly humiliated from being stripped completely naked when the other man was still fully clothed. And this man dared to complain? Sure, it is his first time doing something like this, but he’s trying his best not to gag. Mind you, Sampo was big. His girth was so big that Danheng could probably only barely wrap his hand around it. His jaw hurt from being stretched open for so long, and his throat felt hoarse. He tried to slide the cock further down his throat, which unfortunately only made him choke on it. He jerked back and coughed. Sampo snickered. “You can do better than that, pretty boy.” He lifted up the man’s chin and took a good look at him. Red and watery eyes, lips and tongue wet and blushing, and messy hair. His pretty pink nipples perked up, and his dick was hard and twitching. He looked like the perfect slut. He placed his gloved thumb on Danheng’s tongue. “Let’s try that again.” He lowered his cock on his tongue and slid it in. Danheng choked, but this time the man above him showed no mercy. The blue-haired man shoved his cock all the way down Danheng’s throat, causing the tears circling his eyes to flow out. He gagged and gasped, but Sampo’s length was compressing his windpipe. He could barely breathe. He screamed and squirmed desperately. Finally, Sampo released him. He jerked back, coughing and heaving for the fresh air. Losing his balance, he fell on his back with his whole torso displayed for the man before him. The blue-haired man got up from his seat and stepped towards the shorter male. He licked his fangs, his eyes glowing with hunger. Danheng instinctively squeezed his legs together, suddenly feeling embarrassingly bare. “Wait… no…” He pleaded but to no avail. Sampo kneeled down and raised the wind user’s legs over his shoulders, then slid off his own gloves and threw them in some random corner of the room. “Since you just won’t cooperate, let’s move on. Open up.” He presented his fingers before Danheng, who reluctantly opened his mouth. His fingers tasted a little salty, Danheng noted. They circled in his mouth, and hesitantly, he licked and coated them with his saliva. He felt the fingers pressing deeper, poking at the back of his tongue. His squeezed his eyes shut as the fingers started fucking his throat. He sure as hell didn’t want to gag again. The man above him watched with amusement. Despite his cold looks, the younger man seemed much more obedient than he expected. He pulled out his fingers and rubbed one against his hole. Slowly, gently, he pushed a finger in. Danheng turned his head to the side and bit his lip, trying to repress his voice. To feel something foreign enter him from down there, it felt weird and uncomfortable. Danheng squirmed and kicked, eliciting a groan of frustration from the blue-haired guy. He pressed his free hand on Danheng’s lower abdomen, rubbing on his abs. Sampo was strong, and the pressure on his stomach made his cock ooze with precum. Another finger entered his hole. Now, it burned. “Sampo… give me a second…”, he hissed, though the man above him seemed to not catch that at all. The blue-haired man’s fingers went in and out, then started to scissor, stretching him bit by bit. A third finger followed, stuffing Danheng’s ass full, making him whimper. Sampo poked around until he hit a spot that made the man arch his back. Bingo. He pulled out and wiped the slick on his fingers on Danheng’s thigh, then lined himself up at Danheng’s entrance. He’s losing his patience. Through his lashes, the shorter man caught a glimpse of the almost feral man above him. Dark blue hair and piercing emerald green eyes, beautiful sharp fangs, broad shoulders and- “You’re staring, sweetheart.” Danheng threw his head back and moaned. Loud. Sampo had just thrusted his whole length in without warning, and it hurt so bad. The muscle wrapped around the mercenary’s dick tight, which only made him crave the man beneath him more. God, he needed to fuck him up good. Danheng, on the other hand, was sweating from the agonising burn in his ass. His stomach had never felt so full before, and with one of Sampo’s palms pressing down on his abdomen, it was all too much for him. Too bad the blue-haired man couldn’t care less. He pulled out a little and slammed back in, earning yet another loud whine from the spear user. Then he pulled out and thrusted in again, and again, and again, until Danheng was sobbing, with nothing but choked out moans rolling off his tongue. "Pl- ahnn… Please… spare me… Sa- Ah fuck… Sampo…nghh…” He was begging. Hell, he never thought he’d ever beg for something this badly, ever. But here he was, with his arms tied and his back pressed against the cold floor, torso exposed and glistening with sweat, his tongue lolling out of his mouth, a trail of saliva at the corner of his lips, his eyes teary and hazy, his hair all messed up and his touch-starved cock blushing a deep shade of red, with clear precum leaking from the top. The man above him leaned down and sank his teeth in his collarbone, drawing blood. “Fuck… no more… sto- ah…” Sampo picked up the pace, fucking into the shorter man’s hole, filling the room with the sound of squelching, skin slapping and the stream of whines and whimpers from Danheng. The pain started gradually fading away, but what replaced it scared him. An overwhelming sense of pleasure invaded his body, spreading from the unfamiliar pressure building in his lower abdomen to his hazy mind, sending sparks all the way to his fingertips. He really shouldn’t be enjoying this, but it hurt so good. Suddenly, a large hand wrapped around his cock. He turned to look down, but instead his lips crashed into those of the man above him. The kiss was fierce - it was all tongue and teeth, and Sampo swallowed up all of Danheng’s moans eagerly. He stroked him, once twice, all while penetrating him deep. The young man arched his back in ecstasy. Getting stroked and fucked all at the same time was driving him crazy. One final thrust is all he needed before cumming hard. He screamed Sampo’s name out loud, yet that man still needed more to climax. He tightened his grip on Danheng’s waist and fucked into him, groaning as the latter tightened around his cock from the orgasm. He railed him through his orgasm, and only when the man beneath him was trembling from overstimulation did he finally cum, burying himself balls deep and filling him up with thick white semen. It took a couple of seconds before Sampo calmed down from his high. He pulled out of the poor fucked man, watching as his hole gaped, unable to return to its original state. Cute. Too bad he wasn’t quite done with him yet. Sampo flipped him on his knees and pressed down on his back, drawing a surprised gasp from him. Danheng never thought he could feel more humiliated just now, but he was proven wrong. At this position, his whole behind was exposed and displayed for the man behind him. He couldn’t see Sampo from this angle, but he bet he was smirking. And he was right on the money. Sampo stared at his swollen asshole and the cum dripping down his pale thighs, smiling. He placed his hands on either cheeks of his ass, spreading him to get a better view of his new masterpiece. Ignoring yet another string of pleads for him to stop, he slid his cock in again. It went in much smoother this time, but it felt just as overwhelming for the one on the receiving end. Still insanely sensitive from his high, his eyes rolled to the back of his skull as the cock inside of him grazed his sweet spot. It was driving him crazy. Danheng was begging again, though this time, it wasn’t for mercy. “Sampo…mnn… fuck… more… fuck me up good, make me yours… ahh…” The words rolling off his tongue was like music to Sampo’s ears. That and the fact that Danheng’s hole squelched every time he thrusted was enough for Sampo to lose his composure. He gripped onto his slim waist and rammed himself in, going in and out of him at an ungodly speed. He leaned down, whispering into his ears, making the shorter man quiver. “You’re so tight for me, slut… good boy… beg for me…” “Ahhnn… S-Sampo… please… harder… more…” Danheng was too adorable, shaking and begging to be filled, that Sampo couldn’t imagine turning down his pleads. He picked up the speed, bottoming out before pulling out almost entirely, just to shove his cock in again with no breaks in between. And with every thrust, he hit Danheng’s prostate spot on, earning moans after moans of pleasure. Danheng was a mess - he couldn’t think of anything other than how amazing Sampo felt inside him. The way it stretched him out so good and the way it reached so deep inside, hitting his sweet spot perfectly - he was losing his mind. On the other end, Sampo was losing it too. The cool and reserved black-haired man, who seemed so repulsed by anything sexual, reduced to a moaning mess of a cock-hungry whore, begging him to fuck him more and more. He felt triumph, yet at the same time, he still wanted more. He wanted to make Danheng his. He wanted Danheng to do this with him and him only, or in his words, he wanted Danheng to become his personal cocksleeve. And he sure as hell was doing a great job at it. He grabbed a handful of Danheng’s black locks and pulled his head back, earning yet another choked out moan from him. The wet squelching got louder and louder, and with one last hit on his poor abused prostate, he was tipped over the edge, orgasm uncontrollably with his dick squirting ribbons of semen. Sampo let go of his hair and fucked into him a few more times before burying himself deep inside and cumming with a groan. Danheng whined at the feeling of the mercenary’s seeds filling him up. His stomach felt oh so full, so much so that cum oozed out from between his hole and Sampo’s cock. And when that man pulled out of him, he whimpered at the sudden emptiness. His arms were sore from tugging at the rope that was binding them together, and so were his legs from getting fucked twice in a row. Danheng was completely exhausted. Slowly, his vision started to blur, and he blacked out again. - “Hey, you must’ve been really wounded from fighting just now, huh?” Later that day, when his grey-haired companion asked him about his limp, he had nothing to say. All he did was glare at the other guy standing beside him. “Who knows, maybe that lady broke his ankle?” Sampo suggested, earning himself a slap on the back of his head. Danheng swore to himself that he’d never do this ever again.

: The Next Generation

['AyaWriter99']

General Audiences

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

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

Crack, AI Generated Fic, non-canon compliant, unedited, Crack Treated Seriously, Nothing even remotely HSR related, You Have Been Warned

English

2023-05-05

Completed

2023-05-05

986

1/1

2

5

1

173

['Kotofeila']

[]

Caelus rememberd the abuse he suffered as a child.His parents never loved him, Caelus knew. Always telling him off for anything he did.And that would continue until one day, Caelus's parents were killed in a car accident. He was then forced to live with his uncle and aunt.They forced him to live in the basement. And every night he would cry himself to sleep as no one in the world loved him.Caelus was also forced to do all the work around the house. But still it wasn't enough to deserve his uncle and aunts love. And so soon, they send him to a orphanage. Caelus didn't think life could get worse, but there he learned that life still had more horror in store for him.Because the orphanage turned out to be really a secret front for a highly criminal organisation! And they put all the children there to work in their factories and their mines.And Caelus too was set to work. Despite the horror of the orphanage, he was finally in a place where others were treated just as badly as he was. Hopefully, finally Caelus could make some real friends, he thought.But that thought too turned to merely a fantasy. As the kids soon saw that Caelus was not like them. Caelus was special. And the kids hated him for it.And so every night, when the kids would return from the factories and mines, they would force Caelus to work more. Or to do their beds. Or to clean the showers and the toilets.And whenever something would go wrong, the kids said to the guards: "Caelus did it!" and the guards, who also hated Caelus for being so special, believed them and hurt Caelus. And so Caelus thought that no one in the world would love him. Until one day, a organisation of superheroes attacked the criminals and freed all the kids.And they also freed Caelus! And they said: "Don't worry, kid, we'll take care of you.""We'll train you and you'll become a part of the family!" Or will he? (A/N yeah lol I know canon is differently, but this is *my* story!)   Caelus was then taken in by a super secret organisation, called Government. For a while, it looked like Caelus was just at home. Caelus got to train with all the other secret superheroes. He was trained in all sorts of things, ranging from Chemistry to using the Musket The other recruits didn't want to socialise with Caelus. They hated him for how quickly Caelus mastered the throwing sticks and how well trained Caelus was in compare to the others. What Caelus neglected to tell them was that the only reason why he was so good, was because of Caelus s horrible childhood. One day, Caelus was called forward.Caelus had just succesfully accomplished the most difficult part of his training. So good, Caelus had beaten the previous high score!Caelus knew that now that he had beaten the previous high score, he was sure to get a place on the greatest team the world had ever seen.So Caelus went to him commander-in-chief, .But when Caelus got there, suddenly there was more than . There were also others. Caelus said: "What's going on?""Don't worry," captain said. "It's all going to be all right." But Caelus knew this had to be a trap! That much he had learned from his horrible childhood.Quickly Caelus kicked the table into 's chest. tried to stop him but Caelus was too quick and took a gun from the wall (there were like loads of guns and other weapons displayed on the wall)."I won't let you do this to me," Caelus said gravely. "I will be free!" The others didn't want to risk being shot. And Caelus took the file from the desk that had his name on it. And then Caelus ran. Away from Government and away from the other recruits. And Caelus was right not to trust them! For when he looked in the file, it turned out they were planning on selling Caelus out to ! But what was Caelus to do now? All alone in this world, who could Caelus trust now? Stay turned!!!Caelus sat down on the pavement. It was raining loudly and people were hurrying down towards home, of course ignoring his sobbing. The world had been unusually cruel to Caelus. First his horrific childhood where he was treated like nothing more than a slave. Then the disappointing time at the Government. It all became a bit too much for Caelus, so he put on his iphone player and listened to the soothing tunes, like Like a Virgin and A Whole New World . Then all the sudden, footstepts approached Caelus but he didn't hear it because of the music.Caelus then looked up and looked at a mysterious figure wearing a long rain coat. "Whats wrong, kiddo," said the mysterious stranger."I'm fed up with life," said Caelus. I'm so good at everything, but everyone hates me for it. I can't keep going anymore."And then with the softest voice, Caelus spoke the darkest truth: "I don't want to live anymore." The stranger laughed loudly, "ohhohohoh, don't worry dear Caelus. Life will turn out better for you.""How do you know," Caelus asked."Because the world hates me too," the stranger said and with one swoop the stranger removed her coat. It was ! "OMG," Caelus said outraged."Calm down, young one," said. "I too am misunderstood." "Oh, I suppose that oculd be true," said Caelus."Now, come with me," said and reached out for Caelus. "Let me take care of u. We're sole mates, you and I. The world is against us, but together we can fight for our freedom!""For freedom!" Caelus said as he accepted s hand. And together they went off. Caelus was finally happy.

Remedy

['fowllegacy']

Explicit

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)

Drugged Sex, Fuck Or Die, Humor, Written During 1.0 Update (Honkai: Star Rail), Porn With Plot, brief moment of non-consensual touching, Multiple Orgasms, Biting, Bottom Gepard (Honkai: Star Rail), Top Sampo (Honkai: Star Rail)

English

2023-05-05

Completed

2023-05-05

6,270

1/1

32

4,089

426

41,397

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[]

“Anything you can think of, the Silvermane Guards are responsible for,” is what Gepard had once told Caelus, in the aftermath of the Stellaron’s fall. Of course, he’d meant what he had said. It’s true in the sense that the Silvermane Guards are a large organisation, and there are dedicated squadrons for handling anything from civil unrest to petty felonies to community cleanup. But often, problems that are both outside of Gepard’s job description and field of expertise seem to fall upon his shoulders all too easily. Drug ring busting, for example. “Please, Gepard,” Bronya had told him, “we need someone to sort this out. Most of our personnel are already spread thin from reconciliation works between the Overworld and Underworld. I trust the other vanguard teams will be able to defend the Restricted Zone without you.” “I understand,” he had replied. After all, being the excellent strategist and friend that Bronya was, he’ll always trust in her judgement wholeheartedly and without question—nevermind the fact that she’s the new Supreme Guardian, after all. …Which, of course, leads to a less-than-ideal situation at hand. As it usually does whenever he opts to follow his loyalty rather than his brain. “Left!” A sharp crack sounds as Gepard’s guitar case clashes against the blow of a vagrant’s pickaxe, barely deflecting it away from a dazed Silvermane Guard.  “Captain!” the young guard shouts, clutching his injured arm. “Fall back! Fall back!” A storm of boots hit the floor as the squadron retreats towards the entrance of the den, fending off the drug-crazed criminals lunging towards them.  Gepard grunts as he socks another assailant in the face with his gauntlet. Two enemies in front. One to the right. All seem to be affected by some sort of hallucinogen or stimulant, their movements jerky and faces flushed.  He frowns as he wipes blood from his lips. What kind of substance could possibly cause such mania—for all these criminals to abandon their reason like this? It was unheard of in the Overworld. “Take the vials—” he shrugs off a shoulder bag of drug samples and hurls it, “—and hurry back to the Furnace Core!” A soldier catches the bag with an oof! and snaps his head upwards, “But sir! What about y—” “Go!” With one last rush of adrenaline, Gepard slams his gauntlet to the ground. Webs of ice weave through the cobblestone and burst into a barrier that seals the rest of the squadron away from him—encasing a stray vagrant within the rime.  “Take this!” another vagrant screams and is appropriately met with an elbow to the stomach.  Another person slams themselves into him, and Gepard groans as he’s knocked down to the floor. In that moment of disorientation, he can feel a hand clawing at his stomach, sliding down to his crotch. His eyes widen.  With a yell and a kick to the stomach, he manages to break free from his captor, and isn’t even given time to think before more vagrants charge towards him. He grits his teeth, clenches his fists and throws punch after punch with practised accuracy. Two, three… five… eight. One by one, unconscious bodies pile up by the sidelines, all having eaten a fistful of icy knuckles before being tossed out of the way.  Silently, Gepard sends an apology to the Underworld doctor who he’d seen once in Qlipoth Fort. He made sure his punches wouldn’t kill any of his assailants, but that doctor’s still going to have all this work cut out for her. The further in he went, the darker it seemed to get—the place used to be a large abandoned mansion on the outskirts of Rivet Town, but now it was converted into a complex base for criminal activity and substance distribution. With a sigh of exhaustion, he hauls the last unconscious vagrant to the sizable human laundry pile, wincing at the pain in his joints. Perhaps he over exerted his gauntlet hand again—he’ll have to trouble the nurses at the Fort for a checkup later on. The drug den is dark, feels quite humid, and smells a little sour. Gepard crinkles his nose and unzips his high collar slightly. The sooner he can get out of here, the sooner he can report back to Bronya before taking a well-deserved shower and a nap.  He ventures further inwards, the flickering broken lights casting a sullen shadow on his face. Maybe he can find some hard evidence on the creator of this drug, or at least a list of ingredients or compounds that make it up. At least it would help with the other squadrons’ investigations, and make the assignment reports easier to write. Gepard sighs lightly and takes out his phone, holding it up to take a photo of the mess of laboratory equipment lined against the walls. Then he snaps a few more of the labels on the boxes, some flasks, some sketchy-looking bags of white powder— Something rustles. “?!” Gepard spins around. Someone’s there. But before he can react, a hard object smashes onto his head and breaks apart, pouring something wet and cold down his face.  With a growl of pain, Gepard lunges forward, his hand catches the enemy’s collar and he revs up another punch—only to have it miss from his vision being obscured by the liquid. “You…!” There’s a roar of crazed anger and a clang of something metal hitting the ground.  Having lost his balance, Gepard staggers backwards. He wipes his eyes and looks up. A shovel comes flying towards his head, but there’s not enough time to react— With a woosh, a large dual blade flies between him and the assailant, knocking the shovel away and causing both of them to flinch. The blade ricochets and rushes back to its owner, who catches it with a flourish and a bow. “Now, now!” the owner of the blade winks, “it wouldn’t any of us good to have harm befall upon one of the last bastions of humanity, hm?” “What—?” Quick to seize the opportunity, Gepard take advantage of the distraction and uppercuts into the last vagrant Underworlder’s jaw, knocking the guy out cold like a light.  Hearing slow claps, he looks up as Sampo approaches him easily. “Fantastic work, old friend! Poor chap didn’t see that one coming, did he?” “Spare me the pleasantries, Koski,” Gepard shoots back, shaking the strange pungent liquid out of his hair and pushing his bangs back so none of it gets into his eyes. Sampo lets out a whistle at the sight of his bare forehead. “Perhaps you’d like to explain why you, a notorious fraudster and illegal mercenary, just so happened to arrive so conveniently at the scene of crime?” “Would you believe me if I said it was a coincidence?” “No.” “You wound me!” “Good.” Gepard wipes his face again and ignores the infamous criminal’s dramatic expressions. It was a mistake to have not brought his handcuffs with him, otherwise he could be arresting Sampo right now on the grounds of being a suspected accomplice to a crime. But a small part of him also wonders if Sampo knew this, and that’s why the man chose to show his face now, of all times. Sampo strolls to a bench on the side and takes a vial off the rack, peering at the strange liquid inside. “Seems that they’ve got quite the stock going on here,” he comments. “Must be in high demand, hm?” Gepard snorts. “Looking for a new business strategy?” “What kind of person do you take the kind and charitable Sampo for?” is the indignant response he gets back. “I’ll have you know that contrary to popular belief, I do have a moral bottom line!” Just as he’s about to fire back another retort, a wave of something sweeps over Gepard, so intense that he wheezes and staggers, using the wall to support his weight as something like white-hot heat flashes through his head.  “Captain? Hey, Cap’, you…” Sampo trails off, “oh.” With another groan of pain and a shake of his head, Gepard pushes himself upright again and scowls, breathing heavier than usual. It must be the effects of that vial of something that got spilt over his head earlier—that must’ve the drug, he’s sure of it.  Sampo peers at him, unblinking. Gepard steels his composure, realising that he still can’t let his guard down yet. “If you’re feeling unwell,” the former says, “I can personally guide you back to the Overworld for treatment, it’ll only cost you—” “Not interested.” “Then, maybe you’d like me to carry you back instead?” Sampo purrs. “I can do it bridal-style, just for you.” Gepard is going to have an aneurysm at this rate. “ No thank you.” Sampo falls silent then. Gepard can feel those green eyes on him, contemplative. Probably considering the millions of other ways to weasel out spare change from his pockets.   “Thank you for the offer, however,” Gepard grunts, sucking in a breath in an attempt to feel less lightheaded. “I can handle this problem by myself.”  Sampo looks at him for a few more moments, face unnervingly blank, before he grins. “What if I told you there’s an antidote?” “I said I don’t need—” Gepard pauses. “What?” Sampo grins wider in that signature cheshire way of his. Something smells fishy about the whole situation, but the next throb of pain through Gepard’s temples stops that train of thought altogether. “Let me guess. You want something in return for that antidote,” he grimaces. “Oh no, I don’t have it on me, but I thought you’d appreciate the information,” Sampo says. “You wouldn’t be telling me this out of the kindness of your heart.” “Goodness! Is it so hard to believe that I care for my old friend enough to offer some free medical advice?” “I’ve never considered you a friend—” “Aeons!” Sampo does a dramatic little twirl and falls to his knees. “The young master Landau is so frigid that even a thousand blazing suns wouldn’t melt that stalwart resolve! Oh, to have been rejected by such a tsundere—” “Such a what?” Gepard faintly recalls that word from one of Pela’s short stories, but now isn’t the time to think about that. Another wave of heat rushes to his head. “…Ugh, forget about that. I need you to tell me where the antidote is. Now.” Sampo’s face turns from forlorn to shit-eating in an instant. “Say please.” “…”  Gepard stares at him, bewildered. “Come on, Captain! I’d be doing you a favour. The least you can do is to be a bit more polite.” “…” Sampo sighs, closes his eyes and shakes his head. “Ah, I can’t believe they don’t teach basic courtesy in the Landau household. Well, none of that matters when you’re an almighty Overworld aristocrat with nothing but money and status, hm?” “…” Slightly surprised at the lack of response to such blatantly terrible slander of the Landau name, Sampo gingerly cracks one eye open.  Gepard is indeed glaring back at him with fire in his eyes, tightly gritting his teeth. But instead of standing upright, he’s now hunched against his guitar case, trembling slightly and with cheeks reddened and hot. “…Shut up, Koski.” Sampo straightens up. “Oh, wow. That was fast.” Who knew someone as physically resilient as Gepard didn’t have the substance tolerance to match? Gepard sucks in a breath, growling a little from discomfort. “What was fast, huh?” “Nothing, nothing!” Sampo puts his hands up placatingly, feeling his palms sweating a little. “Well, that aside, I think it’s quite admirable that you still have the energy to look for the antidote in your current state.” Because you bided your time with meaningless jabbering! Gepard wants to shout. But instead what comes out of his mouth is, “Because youu—urgh…!” “Woah! Dear knight!” In an instant, Sampo dives beside Gepard to catch the latter, who had stumbled into a nearby crate, disoriented. “Okay, okay. I’ll go and look for an antidote. You stay here and don’t move. Or else I can’t guarantee I’ll be able to rescue you in the nick of time again!” After setting the blond down on the ground and laying the guitar case next to him (with a few nicks and scratches, but miraculously intact), Sampo pauses.  He takes off his glove and raises a bare hand to Gepard’s forehead, brushing away the sweaty bangs and laying it against the skin. Almost instantly, the knight closes his eyes and turns his face upwards, shivering a little from the coolness of the other man’s touch, the frown on his face easing out gently. The action seems to be subconscious because the moment Sampo draws away, Gepard wrenches open his eyes and stares upwards in horror. “..!” Sampo barely dodges a heavy punch launched towards his cheek and whistles. Even when intoxicated, the young soldier’s strength is still admirable. “What are you doing?” Gepard hisses, a drop of sweat trickling down his jaw. “Just making sure you’re not going to self-combust on me, but it seems my concern is unwarranted,” Sampo sings back. “I’ll be right back, okay? Don’t miss me too much.” Sampo turns around and makes all the motions to make it seem like he’s preparing to head out—but in his head he’s already running through his options, and none of them seem to be ideal. Here’s the situation at hand: Natasha is still visiting the Overworld, and there isn’t really any other safe refuge in the district. Sampo had only tailed the Silvermane squadron out of curiosity, and to see if he could pawn off any equipment they left behind. He hadn’t actually expected to get involved with this whole mess… let alone jump in to save the other man in a moment of weakness. Seems that he’s truly found trouble for himself this time. Which means that it might be better to rip the bandaid off fast, rather than drag this charade on for any longer.  He turns around. “My good Captain.” Sampo grins, although it looks more like a grimace. “Actually. I lied.” Gepard groans. Aeons know why he isn’t even surprised at this point.  “To tell the truth,” Sampo continues, scratching his cheek, “there is no antidote, per se.” Another slightly more pained groan.  Gepard brings a hand to his face, no longer having the energy to keep his head upright from the aching tremors wracking his body. Sampo goes on, “The drug is called ‘Euphoria’, and what I’ve heard is that the longer it remains in your body, the crazier the effect becomes, and the higher the chance that your organs will fail from hyperactivity. The only way to effectively flush it out is to excrete it through, um, certain bodily functions.” Thank the aeons for Natasha’s impromptu medical lectures, he thinks. Gepard lifts his head up, frowning intensely but still listening. Sampo swallows nervously. “So instead of waiting for it to wear off naturally, I believe the best way to force it out of your system right now would be through, er, more… collaborative methods.” “…What the fuck does that mean.” Few things can make Sampo Koski cringe out of fear, even if only briefly, but it seems the usually well-mannered captain cussing with the entire might of his spite appears to be one of those things to add to that list. “I mean—the only cure is to have sex!” he squeaks. Silence. Sampo cringes again. Gepard gapes his mouth at him, wordless. The sight is made even more comical by the disastrous blush running rampant across his face. If Sampo looks hard enough, maybe he could find steam pouring out of the other man’s ears.  He resists the urge to laugh. It’s utterly endearing and incredibly tease-worthy; the famously revered captain of the last living fortress on this planet, being bowled over by the notion of simple sexual intimacy—now there’s a story Sampo can’t wait to spread around the taverns. After what seems like an eternity later, Gepard’s only response is, “What a horrible joke.” “I’m not joking!” Gepard snaps, “You’re dreaming if you think— nngh…!”  A sudden spike of heat sears through his chest, down towards his guts.  Wonderful, he thinks sarcastically as he bites back a groan. Seems that it’s already spreading through the rest of his body. Maybe he’ll die down here in the Underworld, in a dark and damp corner of aeons-know-where, surrounded by broken vials and weird decorative crates that look more like props in a game setting than actual functional containers for holding things. Something clatters onto the ground next to him, and it takes a long moment for him to realise that it’s his guitar case that was knocked over by himself.  With the strength rapidly being sucked out of his limbs, he grabs his chest and leans against the wall, sucking in breaths of cold air to ground himself. It feels as if someone had lit up a bonfire in his body, burning him up to the point where he’s ready to melt to the ground. Sampo rushes over and frowns, looking strangely serious.  Such an expression really doesn’t suit him, Gepard thinks out of the blue. “Fuck,” Sampo’s voice immediately switches from whiney to serious. “Okay, time for Plan B. Just bear with me here, Cap’, I don’t want you having a heart attack on me.” “Maybe I will,” Gepard tries to snarl. “Just to… spite you…” “Hey, now, I’m just trying to help!” With a little convincing and some effort, Sampo slings the blond’s arm across his shoulder and walks them both further into the den.  After kicking open a door and seeing no one inside, Sampo staggers in and deposits his human luggage onto the only piece of furniture within vicinity—a large solid wood table.  Looking around, he notes that this room may have been a meeting room of sorts. Probably used by some fancy high rank officials before they all evacuated and left the rest of their people for dead, he decides. Below him, there’s a wet gasp as the knight captain he momentarily forgot about starts clawing at his armour, shaky hands fumbling with the clips and clasps and all the convoluted systems on his uniform. Even through all the layers, Sampo can already feel the heat radiating off the other man like an oven.  “Here,” he says. “Let me help.” Surprisingly, he isn’t met with much resistance at all. Gepard easily lets himself be overpowered as he raises his neck like a dying swan as he nuzzles into Sampo’s gloved hand once again, thankful for the coolness that it brings.  “You should know what you’re getting into,” Sampo whispers between them. “There’s no other solution,” Gepard gruffs back. “Now hurry up.” With some fumbling and admittedly a lot of difficulty, they manage to peel most of their clothes off, discarding them to the floor. Notably, Sampo’s pants are still on (though unzipped), and Gepard’s black turtleneck undershirt is pushed up past his chest, exposing his nipples. Sampo takes a moment to survey his catch of the day, and grins. Gepard’s body is built like his feline namesake, all tight muscles and smooth lines, nervous and ready to recoil. The pale skin has probably hardly ever seen sunlight, and yet it’s strewn with the marks of old bruises and armour chafing. Sampo smooths his palm across the plane of Gepard’s stomach, rubbing reassuringly as if he were petting a cat. A part of him really does want to soothe the other man’s aches, although most of him finds great satisfaction in simply teasing him more.  “…!” Gepard’s stomach quivers as Sampo traces lines between his abs. A cold finger carves lightly against the outline of his pelvic bone, sliding into the dip of his waist.  It’s far too slow, far too intimate to be a simple favour between them. Gepard feels like a pinned butterfly on display, baring his vitals out into the open and vulnerable to someone he had always considered an enemy. And yet, all his body does is respond in kind to the invasive touches, shivering and lightly canting his hips upward. He opens his mouth to protest, and finds that all he can do is pant wetly, not trusting the words to leave his mouth without slurring and making a complete fool of himself. “You’re doing so well, Captain,” Sampo murmurs, and Gepard twitches, feeling a rush of blood to his head from hearing his title. “So good… don’t worry, I’ll help you feel better soon, yeah?” “Sampo—!” “Good boy,” Sampo whispers into his ear, and Gepard’s breath dies in his throat, his length leaking within his trousers as the words echo in his mind like a mantra: good boy, good boy, good boy. It’s insane how Sampo seems to know how to push all of Gepard’s buttons, most of which he himself wasn’t even aware of before. A small part of him thinks that maybe this is exactly what he needs—maybe he had always needed someone to push him down and take over until he didn’t have to think anymore.  But the more rational part of him was also afraid. Maybe this was just an effect of the drug. If Sampo had not been here, then what would’ve happened?  Would he have begged and writhed and spread his legs for anyone who’d pass by, like a common whore? Hazily, he thinks back to when he was pinned down by the vagrant who’d taken him by surprise.  What if… “Hey, you okay?” A hand waves in front of his face, and a familiar head of indigo blue comes into focus. “You’re zoning out real hard there.” “Nnugh…” Gepard moans, bringing a shaky hand up to grasp the other man’s forearm, pushing that hand downwards until it slides beneath the waistband of his pants, towards his aching cock.  If it’s Sampo… he thinks, if it’s Sampo, it would be okay. So close, he gasps, a trickle of saliva running down his chin, pressing his body against the other man. So close. So close. He wants to give in so badly. He needs this.  “Hey…!” Sampo yelps as he’s pulled downwards with an unnatural amount of strength, until he’s face to face with Gepard who’s now in a daze, rutting his hard member desperately against Sampo’s hand, having already succumbed to the unnatural heat of desire rampaging through him. “Please,” Gepard gasps, dizzy with electric shocks of pleasure, “I— ah, hah, aeons, please!” “Ah, shit,” Sampo mutters, “you’re really testing me here, buddy.” Despite saying that, he wastes no time doing his body belts and jacket and pulling his collar open. To say that he’s excited might be a bit of an understatement; it might be a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to be able to touch the famed guardian of Belobog like this.  Being a Landau and having the stubbornness to match, Gepard has made a name for himself as one of the shining beacons of hope standing in the blizzards of adversity. But Sampo is nothing but a rat in the dark—and he knows this. It feels like he’s taking something he doesn’t deserve, and there’s always a familiar feeling of wild adrenaline that comes with doing so. Maybe he’ll see jail time after this, maybe he’ll even lose his head. But it’ll all be worth it, Sampo tells himself.  He bends down, prying open those strong thighs with his hands as he mouths against that unmarked pale skin—how easily would it mark? How high would he have to bite to have it show over the line of his collar, on full display for the rest of Overworld to know that their beloved defender has fallen to a dirty Underworlder like him? Without a moment’s hesitation, Sampo bites down into the young captain’s neck, not strong enough to bleed, but making sure it’d be leaving a dark bruise for days to come. “What—?” Gepard yelps in surprise, straining to escape, but his body is honest as his crotch ruts against Sampo’s thigh, precome leaking from the feeling. A string of curses make their way out of his mouth as Sampo marks him like prize over and over and over, until he’s twitching and needy from pain and pleasure and then Sampo grinds his knee against Gepard’s aching dick, and Gepard whines as he comes, trembling like a leaf and soaked between his legs. Before he can fully regather his wits, he finds himself rolled over with his stomach down against the table, a hand kneading over his ass and something pressing against his rim, dry.  “W-wait,” he says, looking backwards. “You can’t just—” “Don’t worry,” Sampo coos back, holding up a small clear plastic bottle against the dim light. “I always come prepared.” Realising that Sampo somehow carries a bottle of lube everywhere he goes, Gepard’s blush flares up, but before he can voice his indignation, a slippery digit has already slid past his rim and into him, causing him to moan weakly instead. “Ah…! Uh, no, no…” Reason tells him that the feeling is strange, that it’s wrong. But it feels good, like water being poured over the fire in his guts. A second finger finds its way into him and Gepard can’t help but spread his legs even further, groaning in protest despite his action. “Your mouth says no,” Sampo tells him, “but your body says yes.”  The fingers crook harshly against a certain spot, and the blond keens, spewing a fresh wave of precome onto the floor. After scissoring a few times and making sure to prepare thoroughly, Sampo takes his fingers out and rests his aching, hard length against the entrance, holding the knight captain down when he tries to resist. Gepard writhes as if he’d never been pinned down and forced to submit before. Perhaps he really hasn’t, Sampo thinks, and that sends a whole new wave of possessiveness through him, both at the thought of Gepard lying pliant under someone else, and at the thought that he’d be the one to stake his claim first. Really, there’s only so much self control he can manage. With a gasp, he thrusts himself in, splitting the captain open with his cock and moaning at the feeling of warm, wet, tight walls wrapped around him.  By the Aeons, this should be illegal. “Wait… uh… mmh! No, no… Slow down…!” But despite the request, the blond cants his hips backwards as if pleading to be violated even more, until he’s filled to the brim and tearing at the seams.  Sampo snakes an arm around Gepard’s waist to stabilise both of them, and the latter lets out a harsh sob—his stomach is taut and his body bowed backward as if he simultaneously wants to escape from the incredible mind-numbing pleasure and surrender to it. Sampo grunts as he thrusts into the other man, finally pushing Gepard’s head against the table to keep the blond still from his thrashing, and to prevent him hurting them both. He stuffs two fingers into Gepard’s mouth, pressing down on the plate of his tongue to elicit a slurred moan.  “Aw, good boy,” Sampo rasps, watching the way the other man tenses and his eyes roll upwards as he ploughs into that tight, shivering hole. “You feel… fuck, amazing inside. Gonna— gonna finish—” “Come… quickly…!” Gepard gasps, his eyes unfocused as the tip of his tongue peeks past his lips around those long fingers, “Uh… mmgh, Sa— Sampo!” With a low growl, Sampo thrusts in one more time, finishing inside as deep as he can reach.  Gepard follows with an orgasm of his own as he clenches down so intensely that Sampo thinks his dick might really fall off; it’s almost as if the captain’s trying to milk him for all he’s worth.  “Urgh, cough…” Sampo slips out of that soft hole with a grunt, shaking a little. Compared to the captain, he was much more built for short bursts of exertion rather than endurance, and his fatigue finally seems to be catching up to him. Gepard slumps against the wooden table, his wide shoulders trembling. Sampo traces the curve of the blond’s body with his eyes; his built torso tapers into a strong waist, along with bony hips and rounded buttocks that are obvious results of years of training and strenuous activity.  Gepard lets out a ruined little whimper, twitches and brings a hand back to finger at his hole, seemingly still unsatisfied despite having came again only minutes earlier. Strings of come adorn his skin along with red marks on his ass and thighs. It’s as if his mind was wiped clean, all semblances of embarrassment and chastity gone as he stubbornly chases his relief. The sight sends Sampo’s mind reeling a little—how could such an upstanding and unyielding man act so naturally obscene? Even he, who had seen his fair share of vulgarities in the Underworld, had to stop and stare in wonder. Unsatisfied with the lack of response from the other man, Gepard huffs and rolls over, sliding off the table. He grabs Sampo’s arm as both of them fall to the floor in a messy, sweaty heap.  With a yelp, Sampo finds himself flipped so his back is resting on the floor as the heaving Captain looms over him like an impending storm. “…Again,” Gepard breathes, eyes half lidded, as he swings his muscled thighs on either side of Sampo’s hips, lewdly rubbing his leaking ass against Sampo’s half-hard dick. Sampo freezes like prey under the eyes of a hunter, mostly out of arousal (and perhaps a little out of fear). “Again?” he squeaks—not that he’s complaining at all, but he’s beginning to have some concerns for his own venereal capabilities. He’s not even through his refractory period yet!  “You… need to take responsibility… for this,” Gepard murmurs, slowly sliding back onto Sampo’s length to take him in with a wanton shudder. It’s even more wet and hot this time and wow, Sampo is really going to land himself in Natasha’s clinic with a sprained dick at this rate, isn’t he? Mentally he makes a note to steer clear of any Silvermane patrol squads for a period of time. It wouldn’t bide well with them discovering that one of the most notorious criminals in the city ended up dirtying their idolised captain… “Nanook’s left tit,” Sampo cusses. “You’re gonna be the death of me.” “An eye for an eye,” Gepard grunts, grinding his hips down until he thinks Sampo’s cock could hit his stomach. It stretches him open so deep, so well, and he lets out a deep moan of satisfaction. He doesn’t know if he can ever return to going without sex for months at the frontlines anymore. Fuck. Gepard whines, throwing his head back as the other man skirts a finger along the edge of his already stretched rim, Sampo’s really done it now. He’ll never forgive the bastard for making him fall to such a state. A whistle from below, “You like that?” Sampo says with a glint in his eyes. He tests his luck by digging two fingers slightly into either side of where his dick meets Gepard’s entrance, and is met with a shivery moan.  Wow, Sampo thinks again, amazed at the reaction. No honeypot stunt is ever going to top this experience of seeing such a powerful authority figure soften into putty against his hands like this. It’s the perfect storm of intoxicating and addictive—and dangerous.  But Sampo loves to court danger for all the adrenaline it brings, and doing so with the Silvermane Captain, with all the military might he commands, might indeed be one of the most dangerous things he’s ever done. Gepard drops down to smash his lips against Sampo’s like a parched man, teeth clashing and saliva connecting between them. Sampo almost feels like he’s the one being devoured instead as Gepard breaks himself open on Sampo’s length again and again, flushed and dazed and utterly desperate as he takes and takes and takes. “Guh—! uh… nngh!” “Hah…!”  It feels so, so good, way too good, but Sampo also knows that if he can’t tire the other man out soon, he’s probably not going to make it out of here alive. With a groan and a renewed resolve, he brings one hand to grip Gepard’s thigh to the point of bruising, and the other one to rub hard against his perineum.  “Nrgh?!” Gepard jolts as if he were shot, the sensitivity of his body running haywire as Sampo drags against the soft walls of his ass, sparking wild pleasure like fireworks in his guts. He’s leaking copiously now, dripping into the junction between his ass and Sampo’s lap, and aeons, he gonna come again, so close—so close, he needs it so badly— Sampo rubs his thumb against that sensitive bit of skin again, his other hand pressing down his abdomen against that hard cock in his guts.  “…!!! ..!” It’s too much—Gepard’s mind short-circuits as he crashes into his third messy orgasm, quivering mindlessly between unintelligible moans before he goes completely boneless, slumping down into the other man’s arms. Sampo drags himself out of the other man’s sensitive twitching hole with much difficulty, sweat running down his jaw. With a rough inhale, he drags his hand against the length of his cock, biting back a pathetic moan as he comes onto Gepard’s thigh before collapsing back from exhaustion. It takes a few minutes for both of them to gain their breath and voices back. “…” “…” “Damn,” is the first thing that Sampo says, once the world stops spinning around him. “I just saved your life, Geppie.” “Never…” Gepard wheezes, slurring, “ne’er call me that… ever again.” “What? You don’t like hearing the childhood nickname that your sister lovingly bestowed to you, right after getting banged within an inch of your life?” A weak groan. “I hate you… so much.” “Aw, how cute! Your raging blush is back.” Silence. No iron fist to the face this time. Sampo laughs with relief. Not that he would’ve had much energy to dodge it anyways.  He looks down; Gepard is lying against his chest, his bangs sweaty and eyes sleepy and red-rimmed. Sampo combs his fingers through the young lionheart’s messy locks and hums quietly. They can take the Furnace back to the Overworld later and have some poor officers clean up the unconscious bodies strewn around the other parts of the den.  But for now, Sampo thinks as he presses his lips against Gepard’s head, maybe it’s alright to let their guards down, just for a little while more.     “Captain, you’ve got a visitor,” Pela grumbles as she pushes open the office door. “Also, where’s the report that you promised you’d complete by yesterday?” “My bad,” Gepard scratches his head. “It’s been a lot busier than usual so some things slipped my mind. I’ll give it to you next week?” “Make sure to follow the templates I gave you,” Pela pinches the bridge of her nose. “I don’t want to rewrite half of your paperwork at the very last minute again.” Hearing that, the young captain winces.  “Anyways,” she sighs, "someone seems to be keen to see you—” As if right on cue, a mop of messy blue-purple hair pops into the room. Sampo grins and waves enthusiastically, stepping into the pristine office as if he had lived in it his entire life. Pela stares at Gepard, then at the wanted criminal (‘dead or alive for a bounty of five-thousand Shields’) who’d just blatantly waltzed into their quarters, and then back at Gepard. “Good luck,” she tells him, walking away. “Don’t forget about that report.” With that, the door clicks shut behind her, and then the two men are left in agonising silence. “…So—” Sampo starts. “No,” Gepard decides. “—I haven’t even finished my sentence!” “Nothing good ever comes out of your mouth,” Gepard squints at him. “Or, are you here to finally confess your long list of illegal misdeeds? Let me remind you that they consist of fraud, laundering, trespassing, damage of private property—” “Okay! Okay!” Sampo puts one hand up, “I get it! You want me to face justice,” a smile spreads across his face, “But, haven’t you forgotten that I’ve already evened out the scale between us?”  Gepard swallows, and finds that his throat is suddenly dry. Memories of what transpired between them a week prior flash through his mind faster than one of Serval’s disco stagelights. “So let me propose another deal, Captain,” the criminal purrs. “I’ll turn myself in with all the evidence you need, and in exchange, you have to listen to what I say for a week.” “…And if I break my part of the deal?” Gepard shifts slightly when the other man approaches, but otherwise doesn’t move. “Well, wouldn’t you like to know?” Sampo singsongs. “This is extortion,” Gepard mutters quietly, shivering as a puff of hot air rolls across the exposed part of his neck.  Sampo laughs, smooth and lilting. “It’s called bartering.” “That’s not—ngh…” Gepard finds himself unable to say another word as the other man pushes him back against his desk, leaning in close enough for both their breaths to mingle. A familiar heat begins to creep up his cheeks.  (Maybe it’s a trick of light, but Sampo’s face also seems a little more red than usual.) “You should know, my dear Captain Landau, that if the price is right,” Sampo whispers, twirling a half-empty vial behind his back, “then… there is nothing I would be unwilling to do.”

Amongst Other Things

['SummerYakshi']

Teen And Up Audiences

F/F

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

Bronya/Seele (Honkai: Star Rail)

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

Crack, Humor, Texting

English

2023-05-05

Completed

2023-05-05

537

1/1

21

435

38

3,969

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[]

Before that odd trio from the stars left Belobog, they entrusted to Bronya a sample of one of their most advanced technologies — the smartphone. For it to have such a name she figured it must have been a sort of robot gifted with artificial intelligence, similar to Svarog from the underground. It was even capable of speech, and would answer various questions when asked. Thus she polished it often and kept it in a fine case when not holding it, in order to keep it content. She could tell that she had only scratched the surface of its capabilities, but one useful feature it had was the ability to communicate over long distances. It could essentially write letters and send them instantly, while receiving them equally as fast. That by itself was within her comprehension, but what initially puzzled her was that when composing these letters, there was the option to attach images to the contents of the message. Some images were like little art pieces, of flowers and stars and other beautiful scenery. She was quite fond of those. But others were like masks displaying different emotions. She supposed that was to better express various feelings, but she wasn’t always sure which mapped to which emotions. Some of them seemed incredibly dramatic… Incidentally, she had also exchanged contacts with Seele, who possessed another of these robots. Seele messaged her often, and seemed like she was quite comfortable with the whole process. It made Bronya wonder if it was just her who was struggling. And naturally, she didn’t want to seem helpless to that Wildfire girl. If she caught wind, the teasing would never stop. So Bronya tried her best to make it seem like she was a born natural to this whole ‘messaging’ thing. Even if it meant having to fake it. “I’m so glad you decided to lend a hand today,” Natasha said, handing Seele a mop. “I’ve been so busy with patients this week…” “It’s the least I can do,” she said, flashing her a grin. “Don’t worry, I’ll give the clinic a good cleaning.” “Thank you so much.” Natasha smiled warmly. “I—“ “Ah, sorry,” Seele said, as she felt her phone vibrate. “Hold that thought.” She retrieved it from her pocket and opened up the messaging app, seeing that she had an unread text from that overworld princess.   Bronya: Seele, good morning and may the aeons bless your day. 🍑💦 Seele: uh, gm to you too ig Bronya: Recently I’ve been keeping you in my thoughts. 🥵 Bronya: And I think I would like to get to know you better. 🏳️🌈⁉️   Seele blinked, heat rising to her cheeks. “W-Who does she think she is…” “Are you alright?” Natasha asked. “Ah, sorry, just one second.”   Seele: just what are you suggesting? Bronya: Well, for starters… 👀 Bronya: I think you should come to my office. 😩💦 Seele: to talk about work… right? Bronya: Amongst other things. 😏   “You know,” Natasha said, “you look a bit lightheaded. Do you want to lie down for a—“ Seele handed her back the mop. “I have to go.” “…Huh? So soon?” But Seele didn’t respond, as by that point she was already out of the clinic and making straight for the elevator.

I'm ignited, so delighted to be in your presence.

['Nayfeir']

Not Rated

F/F

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

March 7th/Stelle (Honkai: Star Rail)

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

Useless Lesbians, Pining, uhhh, uhh, theyre in belobog, Stelle is a little shit, March 7th is trans but I didnt mention anything in this fic im js saying shes trans, Not Beta Read, drabble?, idk im just trying to improve my writing

English

2023-05-05

Completed

2023-05-05

1,395

1/1

6

236

22

2,225

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[]

*:ꔫ:* Stelle had been digging through the Belobog trash cans for supposed precious treasure, the gray-haired mop was buried in the trash rustling with movement. When she rose out of it holding something battered and crumpled, she sank to the floor opening it like it was precious. March and Dan Heng had been watching from the bench, Dan Heng reading a biography about a boring old guy and March staring at the dumpster-diving raccoon. She had already sorted through photos from their adventures on Herta’s ship, even photos March had taken of Serval's workshop. Stelle had still been there collecting her treasures from the trash while March stared into the distance, admiring how someone so cute could dig through the trash like a plush pile. “March, you're staring.” Dan Hengs' voice broke the trance March was in. She sputtered and flushed, her face tinting to the color of her hair. She was quick to pick up her phone to sort through those photos, mainly selfies. Dan Heng, the prick, had the gall to laugh at her – it was more of a muffled sigh, but it was a Dan Heng laugh. She wanted to slap his shoulder, punch him in the arm – freeze him in place. “I was not! You were seeing things!” March could feel her ears burning. She had begun chewing on her lip, she wasn’t even going through her photos, just swiping aimlessly on her phone. “You’re just too obvious for your own good.” Dan Heng returned to his book and March had pulled out her lip gloss to reapply it. She’d used her phone as a mirror oblivious to Stelle's arrival. “Guys, you won't believe this,” She starts and reveals the shiny bag from behind her back. “I found this shiny bag full of old articles and—” The sun must've picked the perfect moment to move out from behind the clouds because Stelle's' rich golden eyes sparkled like a thousand stars. March could take a photo of this, but it would never capture the beauty Stelle had held at this moment. She had just dug through at least four of Belobogs trash cans and yet, she was still the most breathtaking girl she’d ever seen. Her silver shaggy hair stuck to her face with minimal sweat, she had brought an arm up to wipe at her forehead and March could’ve flat-lined right there. “These dates back to last year, It's an article that dates back to Coclia’s latest legal request or something.” Dan Heng is probably listening in on this potentially very important information so she can totally ask him later. March knows she's not listening; her mouth is hung, and she is staring too keenly at the enthusiasm and light that radiates off of the girl with the stellron for a life force. Her eyes drop to the other's lips, they’re not chapped contrary to popular belief, but they look soft enough. March’s lips form a thin line, it could be played off for spreading her gloss onto her lips. Dan Heng contributes to the conversation and March couldn’t do that even if she tried, it would come out as crosswords. “Hey, March! Are you even listening to me?” Stelle’s lips pursed into a pout, her hands turn to her hips as she glares at March. Poor March’s heart is racing in the close vicinity, she shoots back and panics. “Ah, yeah the articles about Coclia and her laws,” she turns to Dan Heng who is sighing into his chest shaking his head. Stelle laughs at her, loud and melodious. “March that was like – 10 minutes ago.” Dan Heng gets up and excuses himself, walking through the crowded streets in the direction of the hotel. That traitor, leaving March alone with Stelle of all people. Stelle stuck her hand out to the pink-haired girl “C’mon we should follow him; we can’t let Dan Heng go alone now, can we?” For all March cared, they could, but Stelle was right they shouldn’t split up, especially in Belobog. March took her hand as they followed the path that Dan Heng has already set. Hand-in-hand they walk through the streets of the city, Stelle’s pretty much dragging her but it’s a good view, a better one when she turns around to give the shorter of the two a smile. March swears this is probably the best thing she has experienced in her trailblazer career. *:ꔫ:* The hotel they retreat to is elegant, it's wide and open, and its colorful glass panes welcome in soft colorful light. March takes a photo while Dan Heng checks them in, Stelle lingers just behind March gawking at the colorful light. She’s so easily impressed, March thinks. She takes a photo of Stelle, and the snapping of the camera grasps her attention. “March if you wanted a photo, you could’ve warned me, I need to fix my hair.” Stelle fidgets with it, maneuvering it into a more suited position. This time when March takes the photo, she makes sure the lighting is right and that when March returns to this photo it’ll do Stelle – her beloved trash raccoon – some justice. “When you're done editing them show me, yeah?” Stelle and March walk back over to where Dan Heng is talking to the lady at the front desk, March has put her camera away and Stelle is still taking it all in. March moves her hand to feel Stelle’s hair, which is most likely dirty from the trash digging but soft to a degree. The gray mop that March held her hands palm in turns to face her, and March retracts her hand. “Oh, sorry you had something in your hair.” That's a total bluff and anyone would know it, Stelle smirks as she brings a hand to her face and laughs. March can feel the way her body stills and ignites all over again, she’s got it bad... “Uh-huh, sure there was, did you get it?” She has a smug smirk that March has seen on her face in their time together. Dan Heng turns around with three red room plaques, holding two out to the girls. “Enough, we have our rooms. Let's go.” When they get to the hallway, they’d be staying in Dan Heng insists on going over a protocol and all March wants to do is bury her face into her pillow and scream, Stelle keeps staring at her knowingly. She is never going to let her live this down. Dan Heng has retreated to his room for the night, and the two girls remain in the hallway, March feels her heart pumping a mile a minute. Stelle digs through her pockets pulling out a charm, she grabs March’s hand placing it there. Before March has the chance to speak Stelle beats her to it. “Don’t worry, it's not from the trash can. I got it when we passed that bookstore!” The golden-eyed girl reassures her, but all March is focusing on is how beautiful she is. Like she was expecting praise for bringing back a treasure, and who was March to refuse her of that? “A kitty charm? Stelle you shouldn’t have, thank you! I’d hug you… but you went through like four dumpsters today.” The taller of the two scrunches up her face in a laugh and pulls her hand away, March leans forward missing the contact. “Shame, that means I can’t kiss you, huh?” Her eyes are soft, and her smile is gentle, March can feel her breath catching in her throat. “Well, maybe after you shower…Maybe then I’d give you a good night kiss.” March looks anywhere but Stelle's face, if she thought she was weak for the trash-diving trailblazer before she might’ve underestimated herself. The pink hair girl shy’s in on herself holding the charm to her chest and fidgeting with her hair. Stelle hums and puts a hand on her door handle, its riveting for March was Stelle being serious or were they just engaged in banter? March looks at the girl again; she is beet red, holding one of her hands to her face just under her nose. “Then I’ll come to collect when I’m done, don’t go falling asleep on me now.” She disappears into her room and March has a good 15 minutes to make herself look decent for when Stelle comes knocking at her door.

RIP Herta's storage room...

['wonbinnie']

Explicit

M/M

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

Caelus/Dan Heng (Honkai: Star Rail)

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

Male Trailblazer - Freeform, Top Caelus, Bottom Dan Heng, Author Is Sleep Deprived, lots of self projection onto dan heng sorry guys, Anal Sex, Anal Fingering, Rimming, Oral Sex, 69 (Sex Position), Rough Oral Sex, Rough Sex, sorry the tags are getting a little out of hand, special thanks to my wives for helping me out, WE LOVE BOTTOM DAN HENG, Smut, Fluff, Light Angst, Light Bondage, Masochist Dan Heng, How is that not a tag, author has no idea how to use ao3, Male Lactation, im so sorry to hertas storage room i almost forgot to add that, no beta we die like my sanity, Omega Verse, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Claiming Bites, Marking, Scenting, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, plot grew legs and ran away from me foreal, i cant do these 2 justice with just words man

English

2023-05-05

Completed

2023-05-05

3,000

2/2

21

711

75

17,038

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[]

It was supposed to just be a normal day for Dan Heng. Dan Heng was on his way to help Caelus clear out some Calyxes. Before he met the trailblazer, the beta was incredibly secluded, introverted, and pretty much did not like social interaction at all. Until a certain ash-haired alpha forced his way into his life. Caelus had dragged him out of the Express and into the space station to help the Security department out, as they requested him to clear out a Calyx blocking the way to the storage room. Being the kind person he is, said sure. It was just a Calyx, nothing could go wrong, right? Oh, and he was so, so wrong. Very much so. Somehow, some Fragmentum corrosion had gotten into the Calyx and corrupted it. They did not notice as golden dust shimmered in the atmosphere, becoming the very element they breathe in. The longer they lingered there, the larger its effect seemed to have on them. Frowning, Dan Heng turned to look at Caelus, giving a glance that said “Are you feeling that too?” A sudden warmth spread across his body, and a pleasurable heat pooled in his crotch area. He stumbled back, having experienced a sensation he’d never felt before. Concerned, Caelus made his way towards Dan Heng, though it was not long before he too experienced the sudden hot pleasure. Eyes widened with shock, both seemed to have locked eyes with one another, unsure about the current situation. Dan Heng’s mind was racing with possibilities. What caused this? Did someone do this? It was difficult to think. All Dan Heng could really think about was the rising heat in his body, and to shamefully admit, the pleasure he was feeling below. Though while Dan Heng desperately tried to clear his state of confusion, Caelus already had the reason for this sudden hot feeling figured out. But did he care? No, not really. In one swift movement, Caelus had Dan Heng pinned on the ground, arms above his head, overcome with lust and desire. “Caelus? What are you doing?” Dan Heng tried to escape Caelus’s grasp, while various not-so-innocent thoughts and scenarios rapidly invaded his mind. Which led them to the current situation, with Dan Heng on the floor, Caelus in between his legs, face buried in his neck, breathing heavily. Dan Heng squirmed in their current position, although the grip Caelus had on his wrists was too strong, and their position was quite compromising and if any unknowing researcher accidently walked in, they’d definitely get the wrong idea. Slowly, Caelus lifted his head up to look at Dan Heng. He could see the flush spreading along his cheekbones to the tips of his ears, though he doubted his face looked any better. Molten gold eyes locked with piercing jade green. Dan Heng could see something dark, something lustful swirling in Caelus’ orbs. Dan Heng’s gaze trailed down his face, to his neck, to those beautiful, slender hands gripping his waist possessively. He wondered what else those slender, long fingers could do to hi- 'Snap out of it, Dan Heng!' He was just a beta, sometimes even being mistaken for an alpha with his stoic demeanor and lean build. He wasn’t worth Caelus. Surely he could find someone better. “W-wait. Caelus. You’re under the influence of the aphrodisiac, you don’t really want this.” Which caused him to stop moving completely, with a long pause before he heard a reply. “Did you think I wouldn’t have enough self-control to not pounce on anyone in front of me? Do you really think of me that way?” Caelus asked in a flat tone. “Wait, that's not what I meant-” The warmth engulfing him disappeared completely, Caelus sitting up and turning his back towards him. “It’s alright, Dan Heng. I know how you feel now. I can handle this on my own. I hope you can forgive me for not being able to help you out.” The alpha began to get up, but the other caught his wrist. “I just thought you wouldn’t want someone like.. Me.” Dan Heng whispered, which made Caelus turn around to face him, expression filled with fragile hope. “What do you mean by someone like you?” He questioned. “I mean, I’m a beta, I can’t carry children like an omega. I don’t look like a beta, sometimes people mistake me for an alpha. I’m just.. Not normal. I thought you’d want someone else who fit you more..” He said, voice trembling. Please don’t leave me. Please don’t distance yourself from me. “You… you really thought I didn’t want you from the start? I thought I wasn’t subtle.” Caelus replied, causing Dan Heng’s eyes to widen. “W-well… I don’t indulge in romantics very often.” He said, embarrassed. “If we both want each other though, surely we can dabble a little bit into it, right?” Caelus teased, causing Dan Heng to bury his face in his hands. “I mean.. If you want, I don’t mind.” He mumbled. Caelus’ face noticeably brightened as he took his face into his hands. Caelus slotted their mouths together, gently. Dan Heng hadn’t expected the trailblazer to hold so much self-control, even after inhaling so much of what he assumed would be an aphrodisiac. Although he took that back as the kiss slowly became hungrier and open-mouthed. Spit dripped down Dan Heng’s chin as their saliva mixed together in a filthy kiss. He was jolted out of his thoughts and pulled away from the kiss, panting, as he felt a massive bulge press up against his own crotch. He shuddered and thought, Caelus was huge. Dan Heng shivered at the thought of taking that into his mouth. It seemed like Caelus could read his thoughts, as a smirk formed on his lips as he caught Dan Heng staring at his massive erection rubbing against his own. The size difference was incredibly arousing to Dan Heng. He hadn’t noticed Caelus was slowly making his way down, mapping his body and feeling all the curves, leaving hickeys all over his collarbones, which he didn’t know how he would explain to March and the others. Suddenly, Caelus stopped around his chest area. Dan Heng stared down at him. His gaze was met with a look of confusion. “Why’d you sto- ahn!” He was cut off by his own surprised moan as Caelus wrapped his mouth around one of his dusky nipples and started sucking like a starved man. To both of their surprise, milky liquid started flowing out steadily at the simulation. Dan Heng squirmed as he couldn’t control his own voice as high-pitched mewls, yelps and loud moans slipped out of his mouth as Caelus started abusing his other nipple too with his fingers, causing both to leak. At first, it felt painful but slowly melted away into pleasure. After what seemed like eternity, Caelus finally pulled away, licking his lips, offering Dan Heng some relief from the painful yet pleasurable sensations. “Sweet…” Caelus muttered, causing Dan Heng to blush profusely. “Don’t say that!” He swatted at his arm, roping a small chuckle from Caelus. He almost thought he was going to stop until Caelus trailed lower, and lower, all the way until his fingers hooked onto the waistband of his pants. He glanced up at the beta, who had an arm thrown over his face, breathing heavily. “Do you want to go further? I won’t push you if you don’t want to.” Dan Heng thought for a moment. They both needed to help each other out, and he wouldn’t want to leave Caelus hanging like that. He nodded quickly, expecting Caelus to start moving again, but his hand never left his waist. “I want to hear your voice, Dan Heng.” There was something different about his tone that he couldn’t quite put a finger on. It made shivers run down his spine. “...Go on.” Dan Heng mumbled quietly. “What’s that? Sorry, I couldn’t hear you.” He removed his arm from his face and looked up at the alpha, only to find a teasing glint in his eyes. He really wanted to wipe that smug look off his face. “I.. I want you, Caelus. Please don’t stop.” Dan Heng spoke quietly, which made Caelus’ expression soften. “Of course, darling, whatever you want.” The pet name made him blush for the nth time that day. How unlike him, but then again, Caelus had many ways of making him come out of his shell, even if unconventional. Caelus slowly hooked his finger around the waistband of Dan Heng’s pants, and pulled, revealing milky, strong thighs that Caelus wanted to bury his face in forever. There was a wet patch at the front of his underwear, showing how affected he was by this. Caelus had to stifle a laugh as the beta muttered something along the lines of, “Please shut up.” Deep red flushed Dan Heng’s face as Caelus swiftly undid his pants. He watched as the lower half of his body became exposed, and gazed upon his toned body shape and muscles. It was truly a sight to see. Tossing his pants aside, Caelus paused, and gazed down at Dan Heng with such intensity he wondered if he could see right through him. In a blur, he was flipped onto his knees, hands tied behind his back with a rough material he couldn’t identify. The position he was in was so vulnerable, so exposed, and so embarrassingDan Heng squirmed, but paused abruptly when he was met by the biggest dick he’d ever seen. It was veiny, angry red and leaking with precome. “Suck.” The other said roughly, grabbing his hair and pushing his head down before it. He was basically in an omega presenting position by now. He swallowed nervously, How was he going to take all of that? He kissed the angry red tip, and took as much as much as he could in his mouth and started sucking. He probably hadn’t even taken half of it yet, but he couldn’t use his hands to make up for the rest as they were tied behind his back. Then, he felt a hot breath on his entrance, and felt confused, stopping for a moment. What was he going to do? By the time he realized, it was too late. “Wait— uhn!” Caelus took him by surprise when he licked a stripe right on his hole, causing Dan Heng to let out a moan, sending vibrations onto the others manhood, making Caelus groan softly. The alpha, after a little bit of waiting for the beta to relax, shoved his tongue inside the other, and immediately started to explore his pink insides. At first, there was a minor discomfort, seeing as he couldn’t produce slick like omegas, but after a few moments Dan Heng was assaulted by a surprisingly pleasurable sensation, wringing a loud but muffled moan from his mouth. He was incredibly embarrassed yet aroused by this. The slurping and squelching sounds filling the room rang in his ears, but he didn’t get to pay attention to that for very long as Caelus’ tongue poked a spongy, chestnut shape in him. Dan Heng screamed, lifting his head off from Caelus’ dick. Caelus didn’t stop abusing that newfound spot, making tears prickle in the corner of Dan Heng’s eyes. Heat built up in his gut, signifying he was about to tip over the edge. He weakly opened his mouth and tried to tell Caelus. “W-wait… I’m close.” The other made a grunt of affirmation, signaling he was close too. The final flick of his tongue was what sent Dan Heng over the edge, coming with a mewl, his vision blacked out for a moment and he was coming all over Caelus’ chest, painting his abs a creamy white. His moans seemed to be what teetered the alpha over as well, as Dan Heng felt a liquid fill his mouth in what he guessed was his come. He swallowed it promptly, curious about the taste. It did not taste pleasant at all, but he supposed it was better than spitting it out and possibly ruining the mood. Silence filled the room, with only the heavy breathing of the pair coming down from their high. “Was that…” Caelus didn’t need to finish his question for Dan Heng to know what he was going to say. “Very.” He nodded. “So… when are we going to get to the main course?” The beta questioned, making the other raise his eyebrow at him. “Are you sure you want to do this?” He asked. “Of course.” He replied. Caelus smiled, then proceeded to flip him on his back in a flash, the casual show of strength making the hot feeling in Dan Heng’s gut stir again. “I hope you know I won’t hold back.” Caelus said to him. “I know what I signed up for, so don’t.” He spoke with a small smile. Dan Heng, in fact, did not know what he signed up for. hey!! sorry this took so long and the chapter is so short as well. theres a lot going on right now and right now im just not in the correct mindset to be writing peacefully with no worry at all. i tried the formatting stuff. thanks to one of the comments for reminding me abt the formatting, i have reconnected with html lol (See the end of the chapter for more notes.) Dan Heng, in fact, did not know what he signed up for. Caelus had 3 fingers pressing right up against his prostate, stretching him out on his digits which had him drooling at the feeling, much to his embarrassment. When he pulled out after wringing another 2 orgasms from Dan Heng, the beta let a whine of both relief and disapproval escape him. The other almost came again himself at the sight of the ethereal-looking being under him, before him, submitting to him. Caelus had defeated his fair share of powerful beings, but he had never felt this powerful. Dan Heng had his legs spread wide, showing off his little puckered hole, gaping and clenching around nothing between thick, soft cheeks that looked like a battlefield from how many bite marks and hickeys the alpha left on them. He threw off his pants in an instant and flipped Dan Heng over, making him straddle Caelus and his cock settle between plump cheeks, grinding upwards to pull those little noises from the beta. He smirked. “Ride me.” Dan Heng blushed and slowly lined himself up, sinking down onto his dick at a miniscule pace. They both groaned at the feeling, the beta clenching around Caelus’ fat alpha cock, making the alpha feel like his dick was about to snap off at how tightly Dan Heng was squeezing. He bounced up and down on his length, trying to maximise Caelus’ pleasure while the alpha thrusted upwards into his heat to find that one spot to make him scream, Sighing at the feeling of being filled over and over, the room was quiet except for their laboured breathing and skin slapping against skin. Then at one particular thrust, Dan Heng saw stars. “Ugh! Wha-” Realisation dawned upon him as he saw Caelus’ lopsided smirk as he flipped them over again, pulling out then slamming into the beta, making him scream in ecstasy. He didn’t know who was screaming until he realised it was himself, tear tracks running down his face at the pain and pleasure, begging for Caelus to claim him. “Please- please! Please bite me, alpha!” He cried out when the other repeatedly slammed into his prostate.   He probably wasn’t stretched enough because of his secondary gender being a beta, but he didn’t care anymore as Caelus whispered, “I love you.” In his ears. Over and over like a mantra as he pounded away, groaning at the feeling of warm walls spasming around his cock and the music of Dan Heng’s pleasure. Gasps and moans filled the room once more as they both teetered towards their orgasm. The alpha started tweaking the others nipples as he splayed his other hand on the flat plane of Dan Heng’s stomach, feeling it slightly distort and bulge in the shape of his dick. He felt a strange sense of pride at the fact he was big enough to do that to the beta. He suddenly pressed down on the bulge, making Dan Heng choke on his moans and promptly came at the many sensations assaulting his nerves. Caelus hissed at the tightness of the beta clenching around him. His thrusts stuttered, and he came with a breathy moan in Dan Heng’s ear, making him shudder from the overstimulation. The stellaron holder eventually flipped them over onto their sides and pulled out, both of them making soft noises at the feeling. “So..” He started. “So. The other repeated. “What now?” The alpha asked, looking around them. He had no idea how much time had passed at this point. The space station probably wondered what they were doing, hopefully hadn’t sent out a search party yet. “We should probably clean up before they send out a search party.” Dan Heng half-joked, pretty much reading his thoughts. “Yeah.” They both laughed breathily and started grabbing their clothes from the floor. The beta tried to get up, but hissed in pain and quickly sat back down. Caelus rushed to his side at the sight of the other in pain and asked, “What’s up with your legs?” “I don’t think I can walk anymore…” Dan Heng sheepishly said, making the alpha flush. “Sorry..” He scratched the back of his neck. “It’s alright. It’ll probably go away after a moment or two.” The other replied.   Once they finished cleaning (mainly Caelus because Dan Heng couldn’t do much but sit and watch), the alpha sat down beside the other Astral Express passenger. “So.. about earlier. Did you really mean it when you wanted me to claim you?” Straight to the point, as always. “I mean.. I wouldn’t be against it at all.. But you?” He replied with another question. Caelus smiled. “I’d love to, but not now.” The betas face fell in disappointment. Did he not want him anymore? “Not in a storage room, in the space station. Somewhere special, somewhere we both cherish.” Dan Heng’s face lit up again, making Caelus laugh and bump their foreheads together playfully. “Soon.” “Soon.”   Somewhere in the master control zone, Herta and Asta were both retching at what they just witnessed. hope u guys enjoyed this i really liked writing this albeit it took a while because of school and stuff at home. will be writing more!!!

until dawn breaks

['lagaburung (berryargento)']

Teen And Up Audiences

F/F

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

Natasha/Stelle (Honkai: Star Rail)

Natasha (Honkai: Star Rail), Stelle (Honkai: Star Rail)

Sleeping Together, Established Relationship, Fluff

English

2023-05-05

Completed

2023-05-05

607

1/1

8

378

22

2,842

['irisgf', 'mildlythicc', 'rexsparke', 'Morranrielle', 'Vaderman1977', 'hideandseekinwaterfalls', 'Just_Roman_Around', 'shootroot16', 'KweenofThorn', 'TanJaded', 'lilylilac338', 'Freathien', 'jellybot2', 'Viel0424', 'Servire', 'solomivan', 'Artemis7219', 'LidaEvansMuxa', 'leafcereal', 'willafutz', 'Alehzinho', 'Yullisayswhy', 'WolfyKnight5071', 'Alexxxz_319', 'GooseEnforcement', 'Helbsal', 'pearsonasnic', 'myzzt', 'Dal_bran', 'YuriAngst', 'connork', 'kroinos', 'g444ll', 'Hologram_Hero_Proletius', 'hani88', 'Pantharea', 'VixRose', 'buhok_ni_vi', 'FeelingGroovy', 'Seris_Alter', 'daylightlucidity', 'cynossimp', 'Khanhlinh6809', 'AliothTheOverseer', 'Zynie', 'Spiritual_Rock_Janitor', 'nerdystrudel', 'rookenjoyer', 'MidTheLesbian', 'HelloBye16']

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For all her busy days in the clinic and tending the Wildfire matters, Natasha hardly thought she would be holding a woman on her bed that night. She woke up feeling rather groggy in her bed, then when she shifted slightly to the side, a certain gray-haired woman settled beside her, holding her left arm as she slept. Natasha smiled, ruffling the wild hair belonging to Stelle then in a habit, searching for the clock. It would be the time to check in-patient beds, change the bandages, monitor the IV drip, then a bit of clean-up before readying to go over the charts and separate the meds, but not now as Natasha was sleeping with her. Well, technically, they were sleeping together, but not that kind of sleep together. Earlier, Stelle just stormed the clinic and pulled Natasha away, of course after asking the nearby helpers to take over for a while, and then- “... Where are you going?” Natasha froze just as she sat up the bed, about to silently slip away and got back to the clinic, when amber eyes looked at her rather sharply, judgmental. Stelle frowned, then yawned uncannily as she tugged Natasha’s hand, clearly sleep-stricken but looked awake and alert. The doctor rolled her eyes, unsure what to say as she was caught in the act. It was bad to lie, especially as she always tells the children to tell the truth. “Back to the clinic?” “But you haven’t slept.” Stelle pouted. “I-I already did.” “Two hours are not enough, Nat,” Stelle said again. “And you said that you’re the doctor.” “I know, but the patients—” Need me —of course, Stelle knew that too, but the Trailblazer decided to be more persistent than ever that night. It was not the first time she suddenly stormed the clinic to simply pull away Natasha and usher her to sleep. As the only doctor for Underworld, sleep was luxury to her and days passed without sleep already far uncountable in her book. Stelle was the stronger one, as she easily pulled Natasha back to bed, and she pinned Natasha down, blocking Natasha’s only way of freedom with her own body pressing against hers. Gray hair spilled down her shoulders, curtaining Natasha’s sight, and she merely held her breath as Stelle looked down on her now. “No buts,” Stelle firmly stated. She pulled up the blanket again. “At least sleep until morning. They will understand that the doctor is human too.” “Stelle-” she tried to weakly push Stelle by her shoulder, but Stelle caught her wrist, gently putting them down. “... Nat. Please,” she coaxed. Stelle might not be the most expressive person Natasha ever knew, but looking at the pang of sadness across her face only made the woman guilty. “Who’d be there if you happened to collapse from fatigue?” That would be her biggest nightmare, of course—a doctor who couldn’t take care of themselves is no doctor. Natasha knew that too well, and she knew that she wouldn’t forgive herself if she was in that position - worrying her patients was the last thing she had in mind. Natasha settled with a sigh. Instead of keeping with the farce, Natasha circled her arms behind Stelle’s neck, then slowly pulled her to her embrace. Stelle yelped by the suddenness, though as Natasha ran her fingers through that gray hair she loved so much once more, Stelle was less tense. “I’m … sorry,” Natasha whispered. “Sleep with me, then?” Stelle glanced back at her with a slight smile, before their lips met for another good night kiss, and they were safe in each other’s arms until the dawn breaks.

Blame It on the Alcohol

['Phantom_Hearts']

Teen And Up 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), March 7th (Honkai: Star Rail), Himeko (Honkai: Star Rail), Welt Yang, Pom-Pom (Honkai: Star Rail)

Fluff, Humor, Confessions, First Kiss, No Spoilers

English

2023-05-05

Completed

2023-05-05

3,712

1/1

8

566

57

4,841

['Goompyeager', 'SmartieQueen', 'MARVELousLady', 'Crystal_Light_34', 'obakeblu', 'Blanq', 'OlympiaValentine', 'authortobias', 'Vetta', 'SophieLance', 'colourmeblack', 'meadowaries', 'Hope78', 'AmaryllisMoss', 'Mkayswritings', 'Laylainthesky', 'AnodeAntarcSkywalker', 'Angel2GroundControl', 'DinDin_akdifbsidsbdi_human', 'WhatAmIDoing_IDontKnow_ButHereIAm', 'Zephineros', 'LeesBitch69', 'icebergs10', 'OmniMaiMage', 'Sad_Gh0st', 'kavehfanclub', 'II_Moonlight_Rose_II', 'Liviahell', 'Starlight24', 'thelanwangji', 'iLUVWnGJiii', 'rokutenichi', 'KristenFox7', 'Cabinet_grass', 'samiamwithham', 'XxArantxaxX', 'RobertFett', 'spryzzi_xxed', 'Kaeridotcom', 'HunterofArtemis16', 'Crystaldefeu', 'eatCannoli_beHappy', 'Crystalfoxflower', 'TheCraziestBitchInTown', 'Nelepa', 'Feeniebobeenie', 'Kuin_purple', 'goose_quacking', 'astr0_nomy', 'UnknownAshie']

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“I can’t believe we did it,” Caelus murmurs to himself as he boards the Astral Express. They not only lived to see another day, but also made meaningful changes to the lives of the inhabitants of Jarilo-VI. He’s still a little shocked, if he’s being honest with himself—he thought that they were for sure goners on multiple occasions. “What do you mean, can’t believe? Have a little more faith in us, would you?” March 7th complains, playfully pushing Caelus forward on the steps. He nearly stumbles, though he recovers quickly. “Give him a break,” Dan Heng admonishes March 7th. “I caught you crying earlier.” “I wasn’t crying!” she retorts, sticking her tongue out at Dan Heng; he ignores her. “Besides, we lived, and that’s what matters!” “Indeed,” chimes Himeko as she greets them, the trio having made it to the train’s main living area. “Welcome back, you three.” “Pom-Pom is surprised you made it back alive!” Welt gives Pom-Pom an unimpressed look. “Ahem! Pom-Pom is still surprised to see you made it back alive! But also very glad.” “Ignore them. Get some rest—the Express doesn’t wait for the weary. If everything goes to plan, we’ll be departing for our next destination within the hour. Is that right, Himeko?” Welt asks, Himeko chiming her agreement. Caelus nods and begins to move towards his chambers. He doesn’t make it far however, as he’s soon tackled to the ground. “Ow!” he complains, rubbing where his head banged into the hard floor. “What was that for?” March 7th grins, all too pleased, as she sits partially on top of Caelus. “No going to bed yet!” she declares. She digs around in the bag she mysteriously procured somewhere in Belobog. Caelus is utterly clueless about its contents, as is Dan Heng—March 7th has been anything but forthright since obtaining it, though it seems like that’s about to change. “Aha!” she declares, pulling out a large bottle. Caelus inspects it carefully from his position under her; it’s alcohol, more particularly, vodka. “Let’s celebrate you joining the crew and our recent success! C’mon guys, it’ll be fun!” Dan Heng gives a pained sigh. “Himeko, Welt, I’m retiring to my room. Have a good night.” March 7th immediately scrambles off of Caelus, moving to block Dan Heng’s path. “You can’t leave us!” she complains. Dan Heng steps around her, though March 7th quickly impedes his path again. Dan Heng eyes his spear none too subtly. March 7th backs up slightly, her face slightly panicked, until a flash of inspiration strikes her visage. She looks down at Caelus, still laying across the floor. “Dan Heng, you’ve gotta stay with us! Imagine how sad Caelus would be if you skipped his welcoming party!” Indecision passes over Dan Heng’s face. He stares down at Caelus. “Is that true?” he asks gently, making it clear that Caelus can answer truthfully. Caelus nods. “You can leave if you want to, I won’t stop you. But it would be nice if you stayed,” he answers, gazing at Dan Heng. Dan Heng’s stern exterior melts slightly, something akin to a smile briefly appearing on his lips. He extends a hand downwards, and Caelus uses it to pull himself up. Their hands remain grasped for slightly too long to be considered normal. “Alright,” he agrees. March 7th cheers, and Himeko giggles a little. “Only for a little while though.” “Dan Heng, agreeing to do something? I never thought I’d see the day!” Dan Heng glares directly at March 7th. “I can still turn around.” “Please don’t!” March 7th throws her hands up in defense. From afar, Welt shakes his head, albeit fondly. He looks over at Himeko. “Say, Himeko, shall we break out the fine vintage? I say today’s as good a day to celebrate as any.” Himeko grins. “I thought you’d never ask! I’ll have to prepare us a round of Irish coffees; I’ll have you know I can make a mean one!” As Himeko and Welt unlock a well-stocked liquor cabinet, and March 7th unpacks a seemingly impossible amount of alcohol from her bag, Caelus can’t help but wonder if agreeing to the party was a mistake. Dan Heng clearly agrees, if the unimpressed look on his face is any indication. Still, Caelus doesn’t move an inch. He’s right where he wants to be, and besides, to the best of his knowledge, he’s never drank before. Now’s as good a time as any. What could possibly go wrong, anyway? The answer to his question, as Caelus finds out the hard way, is a lot. It all started with a shot, then a glass of fine wine, and after that, everything spiraled out of control. Caelus has no idea how much he’s had to drink, and frankly, he doesn’t want to know. Regardless of how much alcohol it takes him to get here, the outcome is the same: he’s drunk. Very drunk, in fact. Caelus’ body runs hot, his cheeks almost certainly flushed. His inhibitions are sufficiently lowered, Caelus no longer bothering to think before he speaks, and his body is sluggish, so slow that it almost doesn’t respond to his commands. Caelus would be embarrassed of his inebriation, if such a state wasn’t currently the standard among the Astral Express’ crew. In fact, compared to some of the others, he’s actually doing pretty well. Pom-Pom was the first to crash, having passed out who knows how long ago—they currently reside face-down to the ground, completely dead to the world, a knocked over red plastic cup next to their body. Caelus would be concerned were it not for the slow but steady movements of their chest and Himeko’s reassurances; this isn’t all that uncommon, apparently. Pom-Pom’s the lightweight to end all lightweights, it seems. Pom-Pom’s not the only unconscious one, however. On one of the Express’ red velvet couches, Welt lies asleep, slightly more composed in his unconsciousness, though not by much. In his sleep he mumbles—sometimes something about being a hero, and other times, something about deadlines and not drawing fast enough. Caelus doesn’t understand what he’s talking about, but he seems content enough in his sleep, if a little loopy. It’s not his place to judge, anyhow. The crew’s other four members are better off, if only by default. Caelus would wager he’s the worst off of those awake, though Dan Heng doesn’t fare that much better, pressed up against Caelus’ side and his face and body uncharacteristically relaxed, though he still doesn’t smile, even if Caelus’ wishes he would. Of course, that would be too much to ask of him, even in his inebriation. While Caelus and Dan Heng struggle, the women of the ship, on the other hand, appear to be better at holding their alcohol. Despite having drank the most of everyone aboard the Astral Express, March 7th is surprisingly coherent. She’s giggly and even more rambunctious than usual—worse still, even louder, her uncontrolled voice worsening the already dull throbbing of Caelus’ head—but other than that, she’s fairly with it.  Himeko, to Caelus’ amazement, doesn’t even appear the slightest bit drunk. She’s had the least of everyone—a responsibility that comes with being the Express’ navigator, no doubt—still, Caelus is sure she’s had enough to tranquilize a rather large animal, without a single visible reaction. Presently, she sits across from Welt’s sleeping form, her legs elegantly crossed and a generous pour of red wine in her glass. She sips it occasionally, though otherwise she merely watches the antics of March 7th with amusement. And speaking of antics—here March 7th goes again. Clambering onto a glass table, she raises the wine bottle she’s drinking from to the sky. “Cheers!” she proclaims, then chugs the remainder of the bottle in one go. When she’s finished, she climbs back down, and none too gently sets the now empty bottle on the table with an exaggerated thunk. Caelus is surprised it doesn’t break from the force with which it hits the table’s surface. “Let’s play truth or dare!” she declares. Caelus and Dan Heng stare back. “Don’t give me those looks! You have no choice, it’s a Stardew Express tradition!” Caelus glances over at Himeko. “Is March telling the truth?” Himeko shrugs as she approaches the table, crisscrossing her legs after sitting. “No better time than the present to make it one!” Well, that’s good enough for Caelus. He too scooches towards the table, leaving Dan Heng the only straggler. Caelus looks at him expectingly. “Not happening.” Caelus continues looking at him. “I’m sorry Caelus, but no.” The stare continues in silence, their eyes locking onto each other. After a painfully awkward minute, Dan Heng breaks his gaze, though not the silence, as he pads over, grabbing a seat next to Caelus. They’re just as close together as before, perhaps even less space separating them this time. While Dan Heng would surely deny it, he’s a surprisingly clingy drunk, even if he tries his best to hide it outwardly with characteristic brusqueness. “Thanks, Caelus!” Caelus dips his head slightly in acknowledgement. “Now that everyone’s here, let’s get started! You all know how to play truth or dare, right?” Himeko and Dan Heng nod. Caelus wracks his alcohol addled brain—nope, nothing there. Even if he had his memory, he wouldn’t be surprised if he wasn’t familiar; typically, he’s only slightly less reserved than Dan Heng, though considerably more friendly to the average stranger, if he had to come up with a difference. “I could use an explanation,” he admits. “Oh!” March 7th rubs at the back of her neck, a little ashamed. “Of course you wouldn’t know, that’s my bad! Basically, we’re going to spin this bottle two times—the first spin will pick the person that comes up with the truth or dare, and the second, who receives it. Here, I’ll demonstrate.” March 7th hits the bottle so hard that is nearly flies off the table. It catches at the table’s edge, and then spins. Round and round it goes, until it finally lands on Himeko. “Oho, my turn already?” “It’s a demonstration, Himeko,” Dan Heng intones. Himeko shrugs. “It still counts!” March 7th ignores their banter and gives the bottle a second spin. This time, it points toward Dan Heng. “Listen up, Caelus! Himeko gets to ask whether Dan Heng wants truth or dare—” “Dare, I suppose.” Himeko pouts at Dan Heng. “I wanted to ask it!” Dan Heng sighs into his hand. “You’ll have time later. Besides, this is still an example. Just come up with a dare.” “Fine! Dan Heng, I dare you to kiss March 7th!” Dan Heng’s face immediately sours. “Absolutely not.” “Hey!” March 7th takes immediate offense. “I don’t really want to kiss you either, but still!” “It’s practice, remember?” Caelus places a reminding hand on Dan Heng’s shoulder. He calms down immediately, easing into his touch slightly. “Say—if you don’t want to do a dare, what happens then?” “You gotta drink a shot!” March 7th dramatically holds out a single finger. “Wait, no, that’s too easy! Two shots,” she corrects herself, a second finger springing up. Sounds like Caelus better not decline anything—he doesn’t know how much more he can drink before passing out, if he’s being honest with himself. “Alright, I think I got it. Who’s spinning the bottle first?” Himeko gestures at Caelus with her free hand. “Why not you? Consider it a welcoming gift,” she winks. Gently, Caelus gives the bottle an uncoordinated jolt. It revolves several times, then lands on March 7th. “Ooh! My turn. The next spin better land on Dan Heng; I got just the dare for him!” “Why would I ever do a dare from you?” Dan Heng murmurs into his hand as the bottle spins. This time, it points at Himeko. “Well, Himeko, what will it be?” “Hm…” she brings two fingers underneath her chin, thinking hard. “How about dare? You wouldn’t go hard on me, would you, March 7th?” “Not too hard! Himeko, I dare you to draw on Mr. Yang’s face with these!” Out of seemingly nowhere, she pulls out an assortment of colorful permanent markers. Himeko immediately laughs. “Oh, now this I can do. Any requests?” she asks, casually walking toward where Welt sleeps. “A moustache?” Caelus. “Lots of colors!” March 7th. “Leave him alone.” Dan Heng. “Will do! Well, apart from yours, Dan Heng—sorry,” Himeko apologizes, uncapping a rather bright pink marker. Oh, dear. Himeko busies herself with scribbling, and in no time at all, she steps back from Welt, dramatically flourishing her arms as she reveals his sleeping face. “Ta-da!” she declares. “What do you think?” Caelus stands up on unsteady legs and gets close enough to view Himeko’s artwork. He immediately snorts. Welt now has a bright pink mustache and monocle, as well as zoo of misshapen, multicolored animals running across his forehead. His eyelids have been drawn over so that even in his sleep his eyes are seemingly open, and most importantly, in large script, a phrase is written on his cheek. Dan Heng was here, it reads. Dan Heng takes one glance at it, and immediately sits back at the table, unamused. “I’m this close to leaving,” he warns. Caelus hurriedly returns to where Dan Heng sits. “No, don’t go! We’ve just barely started.” Dan Heng sighs, though he relaxes. “I’ll stay, but only because you asked, Caelus.” “Aww, look at you two lovebirds!” March 7th declares, excitedly returning to the table. Himeko shares the same sentiment. “Oh, to be young and in love again,” Himeko says, her voice distant, as if remembering times long ago. “We’re not in love!” Dan Heng defends, though he remains pressed against Caelus. Himeko raises a well-manicured eyebrow but doesn’t object. “If you say so,” she concedes, though her tone makes it apparent that she doesn’t believe Dan Heng in the slightest. “My turn!” She spins the bottle twice; it lands on Dan Heng, then Caelus. Dan Heng nudges Caelus’ side but doesn’t ask the question they’re all thinking. Caelus answers it for him anyway. “Truth, please.” There’s not a whole lot he can answer truthfully, if he’s being honest—not having any idea of your past nor any memory from before the last couple weeks makes it a rather safe choice, in comparison to a dare that could potentially be anything. Dan Heng asks his question so quickly that he must have had it in mind even before the game began. “Among the six of us, who’s your favorite?” He gazes into Caelus’ amber eyes as he speaks, longing hidden behind them. “You,” Caelus answers without thinking. Dan Heng blushes slightly, his lips cracking into a satisfied smile, as Caelus covers his mouth quickly, a little horrified by how fast he answered. He rapidly backtracks, words flowing out of his mouth like a raging river. “Not that I don’t like the rest of you, of course, but I just like Dan Heng a bit more—” “Caelus,” Himeko interjects. He immediately stops his babbling. “We don’t mind.” “Yeah! We all know you two have the hots for each—” A beer can is thrown at March 7th, rather lazily, from Dan Heng’s direction. She dodges it easily. “Get back on with the game,” Dan Heng grumbles though he’s still contented, Caelus can tell by the way his body seems to vibrate slightly with energy next to him. Caelus doesn’t waste any time in starting the bottle’s revolutions again. Fortunately, the omnipresent bottle’s whims spare him this time in favor of March 7th and Dan Heng. “Truth or dare?” March 7th looks at Dan Heng, a question clearly burning at her lips. Dan Heng anxiously turns his gaze to Caelus, then forward again. “Dare,” he reluctantly decides. March immediately jumps on his choice. “Ooh! Dan Heng, I dare you to spend the next ten minutes in this closet with Caelus!” She points to a rather stuffy coat closet located next to the entrance of the train. Dan Heng sighs, then glances over at Caelus. “Are you alright with this?” he murmurs. “I won’t make you do anything you’re uncomfortable with; I can handle the two shots.” Maybe it’s the alcohol, or perhaps it’s simply his ever-growing crush on Dan Heng, but the idea doesn’t make him uncomfortable. Rather, it’s appealing. “I don’t mind,” he whispers. Dan Heng brings his attention back to March 7th. “I accept.” “Ooh, good! Come on, you two!” Hurriedly, she takes each of them by the hand and drags them along to the closet, Himeko following close behind. She shoves them inside, then closes the door so that it’s open by only a tiny crack. “No leaving before we call for you, okay? Have fun!” She shuts the door, leaving the pair in the dark. Caelus immediately turns his phone on, using it as a flashlight. It illuminates the closet’s interior slightly. The coat closet is just as advertised, not much interesting about it—fortunately, there aren’t actually coats in the closet, but it’s still rather cramped. In order for them to both fit, they had to squeeze on top of each other, Caelus splayed halfway across Dan Heng’s lap. Though he revels in Dan Heng’s touch, it’s incredibly awkward. Silence passes for a minute or two, neither of them speaking up. How does one break such a silence? For once, the alcohol has Caelus’ lips sealed tightly. Fortunately for him, Dan Heng breaks the awkwardness first. He coughs, gathering Caelus’ attention, then speaks up. “So…” he hesitantly trails off. “Your answer from earlier, did you mean it?” “Of course, Dan Heng. You’re my closest friend,” Caelus answers, though he’s not completely telling the truth. Dan Heng seems a little frustrated by his response. “I know that, but…what about beyond that? Do you see me as more than a friend?” Caelus ruminates. He does, but what if Dan Heng doesn’t like him back, and that ruins their easygoing relationship? He doesn’t want that peace disrupted, even at the cost of not revealing his true feelings. “I…” Caelus sighs, unable to formulate a proper response. “How about this: we both close our eyes, and on the count of three, if either of us happens to like the other person, we open our eyes. If not, they stay closed. That way, if there’s a disagreement, the other person will never know.” “Alright,” Dan Heng agrees softly. “Ready?” “Ready,” Caelus affirms, squeezing his eyes shut. “I’ll count…three…two…one.” Caelus stomach does flips from the anxiety, then he opens his eyes. His gaze meets familiar verdant orbs. Caelus lets out the biggest sigh of relief of his—admittedly very short—memory. Dan Heng chuckles a little. “When’d you know?” Caelus asks. “I don’t think it was any moment, Caelus. But you’ve always been a kindred spirit, and I’ve always felt more comfortable around you than the others despite how briefly I’ve known you. It’s just natural, I suppose. What about you?” “Is it dumb if I say it was at first sight?” Caelus says partially into his hand, embarrassed. Dan Heng shakes his head. “Nothing you do could ever be dumb, Caelus.” Caelus gives Dan Heng a pointed look. “Alright, maybe that’s not so true. But you should never regret following your heart…especially if it leads you to me.” Emboldened by both Dan Heng’s encouragement and the alcohol, Caelus surges forward so that his lips are mere centimeters from Dan Heng’s. He brings his hand to his crush’s face, cupping it tenderly. “Let me follow my heart again, then,” he murmurs. He closes the gap, and for the first time, their lips connect. Dan Heng’s lips are surprisingly soft against his, his hands a gentle surety against his Caelus’ cheek. Though neither of them has much experience, Caelus couldn’t ask for a better first kiss. After what feels like a lifetime, the memory sure to be seared into Caelus’ memory for all of eternity, the pair separates. “That was nice,” Dan Heng admits, slightly out of breath. “Yeah,” Caelus whispers, a note of dreaminess to his voice. “I wouldn’t mind doing that again,” he confesses. “Neither would I,” Dan Heng admits. “Though you deserve a far nicer confession than this, Caelus, would you be boyfriend?” “Dan Heng… do you really have to ask? But yes, of course.” Dan Heng’s face lights up, the first true, full smile Caelus has ever seen on him gracing his lips. Utterly contented, he wraps a hand around Caelus’ face again, moving forward in what’s sure to be a repeat of their prior kiss. Caelus closes his eyes, his heart fluttering in anticipation for a kiss that never comes. Dan Heng’s phone rings, more specifically, with his ringtone for official Astral Express business, aka, Himeko. Caelus opens his eyes to Dan Heng sighing, then picking his phone up. “Hello?” he puts the phone on speaker mode. “I just wanted to let you know you can come out now,” she says cheerily, her voice slightly staticky. “You don’t have to worry about continuing the game; March passed out shortly after giving an endearing, if horrifically bad rendition of her favorite song, and now I’m heading to bed. Have a good night you two! I’m glad you two enjoyed your time in there,” she finishes all too knowingly, the phone call ending. Caelus and Dan Heng look at each other, then crack up. “She totally knows,” Caelus laughs. “Himeko’s always been aware of everything going on aboard the Express, I suppose interpersonal relationships are no different,” Dan Heng reasons. He awkwardly pushes the closet doors open from the inside, then stands, extending a hand downwards towards Caelus. “Spend the night with me?” Caelus accepts it, using Dan Heng’s help to pull his weight back up. This time, Caelus doesn’t let his hand go afterwards. “Of course,” he answers. Den Heng smiles, and then they step out of the closet, and into a future where they’re boyfriends together. A coat closet isn’t quite the location he expected, nor did he ever expect to be confessed to in a state of inebriation, but when the destination is this great, who cares about the journey it took to get there?

blade becomes a (reluctant) cat dad

['orphan_account']

General Audiences

F/F

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

Blade/Kafka (Honkai: Star Rail)

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

Trans Character, Fluff, Drabble, Lowkey Crack, also lowkey found family stellaron hunters, silver wolf as the younger sibling who makes fake gagging noises when they are affectionate (real), blades bandages on his chest r from top surgery btw (real not fake im hoyoverse), also spoiler but he ends up being the one to spoil the cat the most. hes a cat dad i know he is!!!!, a family can be a lesbian couple their lesbian sibling and their cat, is this ooc??? yeah probably but idc lol, Lesbians :)

English

2023-05-05

Completed

2023-05-05

1,235

1/1

2

92

5

1,448

['yaaniee', 'Demnlex', 'CryingFORSYTHIA', 'Nezeon', 'Kopi', 'giorgos_ksd', 'oneyv', 'Theultimatelifeform', 'Noir_RL', 'Hannah5', 'grainlord', 'Raiden_Shogun', 'TheLastUnknown', 'Asherah', 'Saltsour', 'ubeboy', 'Narel', 'Miuixyunamai', 'Viviandrac', 'Lacie994', 'kanadetomosusora', 'blueberry__muffin', 'ORVrice', 'queengin', 'revenance', 'lovingyu', 'wintertaurus', 'WinterHowls', 'Cuisusu', 'Quackers645', 'Kotofeila', 'juzoux', 'Calyzel', 'ILoseall5050s', 'BluVal', 'Lorelei_qwea', 'Lyniestte', 'Senoxixix', 'Zeyron', 'sangowish', 'Bunnyymino', 'qwertyuio0068', 'embarassingexistence', 'guiyun', 'gijixn', 'm00hl', 'mein_fraulein', 'yanuiii', 'Simpforbadboys', 'sanguinemoon']

[]

The stainless steel sink turned a diluted red as he put his hands beneath the running water, scrubbing his hands raw to rinse the dried blood that was clinging to his skin. No one ever said their work would be clean, and he didn't care about his presentation and appearance, so it never bothered him. Until now. He was long desensitized to the goriest of sights, but Kafka always chided him when he trailed blood around the house after missions, so he made a habit of making himself at least presentable. Which meant no more shuffling through the door soaked in blood looking like a hastily thrown together halloween costume. And taking more precautions so he doesn't end up in the splash zone when he inevitably hits an artery. But after not paying any attention to it for years, he'd come to realize that people bleed..a lot. The sound of dripping water stopped abruptly as he turned off the tap, his head lifting to look at his reflection in the window. It had taken him a lifetime to get used to seeing a stranger in the mirror for his entire life, and now seeing it changed again..it was a tad unsettling. He took a wet washcloth and wiped the blood from his cheek, brows furrowed in concentration. Maybe he should have done this in the bathroom, so he had a proper mirror.. Even then, though, he didn't feel numb about his appearance anymore. His body was a means to an end, and that usually meant being able to swing a sword around good enough to kill someone and not get killed in the process. Now he actually cares about how he looks- somewhat, at least. Which is a lot, compared to before. He feels almost embarrassed remembering the state Kafka found him in at first. But then a memory bubbles up- she had called him handsome when they finally made him look less like an abandoned kitten they found in the nearest dumpster. It was the first time he felt..like his body was his own. It felt right. He tosses the washcloth inside the sink, satisfied he's washed most, if not all, the blood off his skin. Yet just as quickly as the moment of calm washes over him like the tide does the shore, he hears the door hiss and slide open, and his instincts hiss at him to prepare for a fight- but the sweet scent of pomegranates fills his head, silencing the voice just as quickly as it came. He is never sure what to expect when Kafka returns- Silver Wolf is at least predictable. She squirrels away to her room to de-stress- loudly, if the muffled yelling and clicking of buttons is any indication- but Kafka is as unpredictable as they come. So he knows, deep down, he shouldn't be shocked by the sight of a bundle of pitch black fur snugly curled in her arms, purring so loudly without a care in the world that he hears it across the room. His eye twitches. "Bladie.." Her voice is like honey, and if not for the incessant purring distracting him, he'd take the moment to soak in the sickly sweetness of her words as the nickname slips from her lips. Pulling his eyes away from her lips is a colossal effort, but he manages- and almost wishes he hadn't when he realizes she's talking to the cat. His jaw clenches so hard it creaks, and if she notices, she doesn't say a word to him. He glares at the cat from across the room, and he swears it's smugly glaring back at him, almost taunting him. Or maybe he's just finally lost it. The sound of him clearing his throat sounds so much louder in the ensuing silence, even the purring of the cat in her arms fading into the quiet as she regards him with a lazy, knowing smirk that makes him shudder. "Blade," Her voice retains it's honeyed edge as she saunters over with all the confidence in the world, still holding that stray cat that stares at him so smugly he feels himself tense up like an angry kitten. She seems more then amused, absolutely delighting in his staring content with the cat still hogging her attention, even as she speaks to him. "If you wanted to hold him, all you had to do was ask." He opens his mouth to refute, but finds his arms suddenly holding a very displeased cat, it's ears pinned flat against his head- and for once, he finds he can relate to it. She wasn't seriously going to shrug it off on him, was she? He keeps the cat at arms length, lips tugging into a frown as he refuses to look away for even a moment, lest it take the chance to attack him when he's not looking. "I do not- you're not seriously going to keep this..thing, are you?" He asks anyway, but deep down he already knows the answer. He can already feel the headache forming, knowing that he's going to have to deal with cat hair every, on top of whatever messes Silver Wolf leaves around- because no matter how many times he chided her for it, he always found more then the last time. He swears she's trying to break a record each time, and he's this close to punting that pint sized brat into space. But the sound of Kafka's laughter pulls him back, away from his wandering thoughts, and he only gets a moment of buzzing warmth to think about how pretty her laugh is before he remembers the mess he's in. He really hopes this won't become a habit. "Of course I am," She laughs again, the sound like the chime of a bell- like..it's the most obvious thing in the world. And..okay, he did expect that answer, but still. He really hoped she wouldn't turn this place into a zoo the moment he turned his back. "His name suits him, don't you think? Broody and cold, but the moment the right person gives him a bit of affection.." Her thumb traces over his lips, and he bites down the surge of warmth that swells in his chest. "He turns out to be just the sweetest little thing. His name couldn't be any more fitting." He swallows the lump in his throat, shoving the cat back into her arms and sighing dramatically. Her smile widens, canines poking out from beneath her soft lips, her eyes almost glowing in delight- she knows she's won, and he's maybe just a little bitter about it. But he's not going to be jealous of a cat. He's not. He refuses to be jealous of a cat of all things. "Fine. But it's not sleeping in the bed. I'm not getting kicked out by a cat." He resigns himself to his fate, keeping his distance but still eyeing the cat curled in her arms warily, the ball of fur purring away like nothing ever happened. If she brings it into bed at night, he's sleeping on the couch. Or maybe he can pawn it off on Silver Wolf at night..she rarely sleeps anyway, and she's probably a cat person. Maybe. Hopefully. ..He's going to end up being the one to take care of it, isn't he? He already feels the headache forming.

A Passionate Red

['Sparky2662']

General Audiences

Other

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

Blade (Honkai: Star Rail)/Reader

Blade (Honkai: Star Rail), Reader

Out of Character, Soft Blade, Self-Indulgent, Soulmates, Bittersweet Ending, Kinda, Fluff, Cross-Posted on Tumblr

English

2023-05-05

Completed

2023-05-05

1,010

1/1

2

297

28

5,015

['Dacharara', 'formeforthemforyou', 'greenteatee', 'Cheeseyfries_tV', 'Zakkai', 'IDKwhatnametouse', 'rinnthepaladin', 'StrangeTiredandAnxious', 'x_TheWanderingSoul_x', 'trash_bunny', 'Aricana', 'berrystar5', 'mauliya', 'Envy_is_crying', 'hambean', 'Jimincest', 'XerxesYoDoro', 'kurses', 'AngelicNaps', 'Waht', 'Sakuranabis', 'WhatAmIDoing_IDontKnow_ButHereIAm', 'Kefi_jin', 'rina_zenka', 'BurntSalt', 'Annabelinda', 'Serinity750', 'KrystalK', 'taylor4567', 'Biolectra', 'TheLittleWanderer', 'kryzysegzystencjalny', 'Grizzabella_02', 'valzera', 'Y0ur_L0cal_Intr0vert', 'alettun', 'MidSummer_Night_Love', 'Swetenby', 'Gh0st_Shark', 'Infinity88521', 'Maizaken', 'Jaecheondaesong', 'Munchieee', 'Mavrakss', 'Tmanuel70655', 'Sylphelle', 'seiranee', 'akircia', 'littleshinycrow', 'The_Dumber_Scaramouche']

[]

In the dead of night, you awaken to see shiny eyes an unfamiliar color, staring at you from the foot of your bed. Scrambling away, stared at the man in horror. He merely sits there… staring…. Waiting for you to do something. You have yet to scream. In fact, you want to scream, but something in your mind tells you not to. Then you realize, for the first time in your life you could see the color they called red. It’s a passionate color, a bold color full of energy that easily draws your attention. You looked around your room in wonder, the new shades of color that adorned the surrounding area enamored you. Just like his eyes. “Are you… Are you my soulmate?” You knew it was a stupid question, but you couldn’t help but ask anyway. For as long as you remembered you always dreamed of meeting your soulmate. You dreamed of holding their face, and being all cheesy and sickly cute with them, and now that the chance was presented to you, you didn’t know how to feel. Not when he gave off such a dangerous vibe, not when he was a wanted Stellaron Hunter. You watch as he stands up from his place on your bed, slowly treading towards you. Your heart rate increases and you take a gulp as he closes in on you. He reaches out to cup your cheek and you can’t help but hold your breath in fear. Even through his glove you can feel the heat of his hand. It’s intoxicating. It made you feel warm.. It made you feel… whole. You couldn’t resist the sigh that came out of your mouth as you leaned closer into his hand. Closing your eyes, you try to focus on his heat, you try to lean impossibly closer, rubbing your face against his hand trying to absorb his warmth like a starved animal. “And what if I am…?” His voice had made your knees weak, it shook you to your very core. His touch, his voice, it was so overwhelming. Never in your life did you think you’d meet the person of your dreams in a situation like this. Him breaking into your room and caressing your face so softly as though you were made of glass. No one had ever treated you this way, so soft and gently but with enough disrespect to have your heart racing. It was exhilarating. “I’d never expected to meet my soulmate like this… Maybe having a criminal as my soulmate isn’t so bad…” You whimpered at the loss of heat as he pulled his hand away. Your eyes slowly opened and you stared into his striking red eyes. It was already becoming one of your favorite colors despite only having seen it for a short amount of time. “I never expected my soulmate to be someone so… compliant, and… soft.” Despite saying those words with such a harsh tone, you could see in his eyes that he didn’t mean it in a bad way. It felt as though the two of you were connected in a way that wasn’t just being soulmates. You wanted him to touch you so bad, you wanted to feel his radiating heat against your skin again. “How did you find me?” You reach out to him, your head resting against his chest. You could hear his heartbeat, Thump…Thump…Thump… This moment felt like eternity. Just the two of you, your newly found soulmate, standing together in your room, your head resting against his chest, listening to the pounding of his heart. Nothing outside of this room felt like it existed. “I ran past you while escaping with Kafka… I knew it was you as soon as I saw the color of your eyes…” You could feel yourself relaxing into his touch as he wrapped his arms around your waist. His touch set your whole body alight as he brought you closer to him, your fear long gone as you allowed yourself to be pulled in. “Stay with me, please? Even if it’s for tonight…” He nodded, picking you up bridal style before carrying you back to bed. You watched as he took off his shirt and bandages. Scars littered his whole body, your breath hitched as you stared at him in awe. “... are you scared of me? Disgusted?” You shook your head hurriedly. “No! It’s not that… You’re just very… attractive.” You watched as his eyes widened in disbelief, shaking his head, he neatly folded his clothes and placed them on your bedside table, along with his sword. The bed dipped as he climbed into it with you. His scent made you dizzy as you allowed yourself to be pulled snuggly into his hold. Trailing your hand along his torso you couldn’t help but trace all his scars. They were proof of his survival despite the odds, you had no idea how he got them, but one day you hoped he would be able to trust you enough to tell you. Closing your eyes you listened to his heartbeat. You felt his chest rising, up and down, as he breathed. You feel the warmth of his skin as he holds you in his tight embrace as though you’d disappear as soon as he let go. Despite being a criminal, you couldn’t but fall for the ‘evil’ man destined to be your soulmate. The world be damned. *** The next morning you are greeted by the sight of your ceiling. You wondered if everything was just a dream, but if it was, you wouldn’t have seen the color you’ve come to love so much. You groan as you try to get up, only to realize you had been tightly tucked into bed. On your bedside table was a glass of water and a red piece of paper that had his contact on it. Once again you were left all alone, the only remnants left of him was the number on your bedside table and the new color that you now see all around.

Conclusive Data

['SailorSapphic']

Not Rated

F/F

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

March 7th/Trailblazer (Honkai: Star Rail)

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

Budding Love, Third Wheels, Secret Relationship, Fluff, Snippets

English

2023-05-05

Completed

2023-05-05

581

1/1

3

162

13

1,263

['Nova_Lives_On_The_Internet', 'Trainrider', 'logros13', 'R_Darkstorm', 'Cloudpiperrsz', 'Hologram_Hero_Proletius', 'ErodiumsMnemic', 'randomsoulnix', 'HelloBye16', 'Read100', 'akioautumn', 'NormalSkeleton', 'Athenian123', 'NAECad', 'JustOneSillyLesbian', 'Flickk', 't3chn1c', 'Wolfie257', 'Justarandohere', 'Idontknowwhattowritehere', '6atsujun', 'openendings', 'AntlersPotato', 'Fade_Rose', 'wanderinghyperfixator', 'WenWen_08', 'V0LC4N1C', 'Kotofeila', 'BrianEdwards95', 'nenekusanyagi', 'YuriEater', 'coyvex', 'Jas_410', 'the_blonde_girl', 'Devion333', 'stonekyul', 'AgentZs', 'Whrlingx', 'nettyy', 'Lasoona', 'N0z0m1', 'lottiesgf12', 'soon_dree', 'TaidanaFenryrr', 'Kyuura', 'OverMach', 'RedUmbra', 'moarcmorejan', 'Fiugk17', 'SmallCPU']

[]

The data banks entries regarding their last visit to Herta station were inconsistent, there wasn’t any way around it. It didn’t really matter that much, but Dan Heng couldn’t help obsessing over the fine details of the archive’s maintenance. It had kept him up last night and he wanted to get it fixed today, now that he had found the time. Stelle should be able to clarify which record is correct. He’d gotten the files from her phone, at least, so it was the best place to start. Dan Heng starts towards Stelle’s room, but stops halfway there, correcting himself. He’s not likely to find her there—she spends much more of her time on the Express in March 7th’s room these days, even when March herself isn’t even there. He turns himself back around, and decides it’s wise to knock before touching the door. At first, silence. Then, a rushed “one second!” from March. No sign of Stelle—granted, for a minute, there isn’t exactly a sign of March either. Finally, she opens the door. Her characteristic confident positivity is lacking, though there is a sort of good mood hiding under her expression, and she tries not to make eye contact with him. She awkwardly holds her hair down on one side, fiddling with it nervously, and her usually managed frilly top is noticeably disheveled, as if put on—or at least pulled back together—in a hurry. Even through her pull down hair, the marks down her neck are impossible to miss. Does she really think he wouldn’t notice? And on the floor behind her, whose undergar—not your problem, he corrects himself. For her part, Stelle appears to be pretending not to be there. She faces away from the doorway, not drawing attention to herself as she pretends—badly—to be looking through March’s photos set down on a desk. It’s not exactly like her to care about such appearances. Maybe she’s trying—the keyword—to hide the nature of her presence here for March’s sake. A sweet gesture, he had to admit, no matter its lacking practical effectiveness. Getting Stelle’s feedback was important, but it wasn’t that important. He was hardly a romantic, but he had common sense. He’d leave them be for a bit. It’d be awkward if he just excused himself without accomplishing anything, though. He had to think quickly, too, because the silence would pierce through even March’s lack of focus if he stood there any longer. “I was just wondering if either of you knew where Pom-Pom is,” he came up with. “Oh… I, uh…” “Passed him chasing bugs in the kitchen hours ago. We’ve been here all day sorting photos to troubleshoot a curse placed upon March’s camera” Stelle interjects, perhaps a bit too creatively. For goodness sake, he’d seen her lounging in the common room only a few hours ago. Even March winces a little before giving a confirming nod and something of a forced smile. “I’ll keep looking on my own, then. Thanks anyways, and good luck with the camera,” Dan Heng returns before closing the door, hearing something along the lines of “really, a curse?” as he turns away. He can’t quite suppress a smile though. His colleagues could be… tiring to work with, but he was glad they’d found happiness in each other. And more importantly, the more time they spent alone together the more fleeting moments of peace and quiet he could find despite their best efforts.

quiet, & the solitude

['romacharm']

Teen And Up Audiences

F/M, Other

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

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

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

stelle is written with she/her prns but in a nonbinary way, Mild Hurt/Comfort, stelle is unsettling & strange & trying to make sense of amnesia, set before jarilo-vi, Late Night Conversations, Falling In Love, Denial of Feelings, Mental Instability, as in stelle has amnesia and is trying to figure out what that means about her, Amnesia, Canon Compliant, gamer stelle, Light Angst, Unresolved Romantic Tension

English

2023-05-05

Completed

2023-05-05

2,125

1/1

17

546

67

3,937

['Skymount', 'NotEntirelyTheTruth', 'SmartieQueen', 'muffinss', 'FedorablePeterick', 'charlemagnes_sheep', 'Iniciativa', 'RinRinSignal', 'Jacey267', 'sunscares', 'Babyblack69', '1quintisfan', 'Well_okay_then', 'Wananasnowy982', 'aslanjadeokumura', 'lemonbombz', 'Kiruoris', 'Nova_Blair', 'InMemoriam', 'Sternstunde', 'bxoks', 'Natski', 'Lycorisia', 'Nvswift', 'Tarudce', 'I_like_yr_fic', 'DiscipleOfIanite', 'sanri0miku', 'WhatAmIDoing_IDontKnow_ButHereIAm', 'starryyskies', 'astronaut4379', 'Wendell_Ella', 'BrilliantPurple', 'sparken', 'Manh2697', 'Ziloulan_Tea', 'JunHere', 'Evan_x', 'MadameMelodyy', 'dididily', 'StarryDaffodils', 'Reverie_Ler', 'Ina_Ina', 'PenPenPencil', 'kerhoeppi', 'Hologram_Hero_Proletius', 'zestywritesabunch', 'spohc', 'DuskoWithAPen', 'Nikkilore']

[]

Something is wrong. Dan Heng knows it as soon as he opens his eyes in the space equivalent of “early morning.” The archive room is dark, the only light coming from the wavy blue flooring that covers the inside half of the room. Over the usual sounds of the Express’s engine humming, the assorted creaks and clatters characteristic of space travel and its required machinery, he can just make out another person’s breathing, in addition to his own.  Out here in space, that isn’t really cause for alarm. Dan Heng would’ve woken easily if there had been an invasion, and the Express’s security is hard to breach besides. So the possibilities are few and predictable.  Or they should be. He can’t help the muted prick of fear he feels as his eyes adjust and he can just make out the blurry, humanoid figure sitting in his desk chair.  “Oh, you’re awake.” The raspy voice that greets him isn’t yet familiar, and takes him a moment to place—Stelle, a new member of the Express. Armed with no memories and a penchant for chaos, Dan Heng and March found her alone and unconscious in a peculiar room above Herta’s space station with nothing but a vague recollection of her name and a metal bat.  “What are you doing here?” Dan Heng asks. His voice is still scratchy from a killer combination of sleep deprivation and having just slept.  “Nothing,” Stelle says. “I don’t have a room yet.”  “Oh.” Dan Heng watches her for a moment, through the dimness—now that his eyes have adjusted more, he can make out the way her eyes practically shine in the darkness, amber and burning, the way a cat stares at the unseen.  She cocks her head slightly, watching him watch her.  “These are the archives,” Dan Heng says unhelpfully.  “I figured as much.”  Another beat of silence, then he says, “Why didn’t you stay with March?”  Stelle’s eyes leave him, finding interest somewhere on the desktop made invisible in the dimness. “Didn’t feel right,” she manages. “It’s a bedroom.”  “Well, people must sleep somewhere,” Dan Heng says dryly.  “Yeah,” Stelle says. She picks at something on the table—a book, maybe, or one of his many scattered pens. Saying without saying the source of her discomfort.  “You can stay here, for now,” Dan Heng says. “ Just for now. Until you have your own room.”  “Does the Express do that?” she asks. “Make new rooms out of thin air?”  Dan Heng frowns. “I think so. I suppose I wouldn’t know.”  Stelle doesn’t say anything further about the matter, finding herself absorbed with the clicking and unclicking of a pen.  “I’m going back to sleep,” Dan Heng murmurs. His companion hums in response, and her rhythmic clicking lulls him back to sleep.      Things are peaceful aboard the Express. It takes time, getting from place to place—though some theories posit space travel causes lag in the passage of time for some individuals. Dan Heng wouldn’t be surprised if they’ve all aged thousands of years on technicalities. Theories can claim anything, really. It’s up to him to record them.  Outside of that one night, Stelle is ever-chaotic. She takes out all the cushions from the couches in the common space searching for coins. She listens to every song on the jukebox once through, then hits shuffle and listens to them all again. She downs three cups of Himeko’s coffee and spends the duration of the next few light-hours bouncing off the pristine walls.  Himeko and Welt theorize that Stelle, in her state of amnesia, is attempting to acquire as many new experiences as possible to fill the space in her hippocampus where memories should be, but privately, Dan Heng thinks this is just who she is: a force of nature, an inscrutable being. He wonders if there is any understanding her.  At some point, Dan Heng takes to archiving the strange things she does on a day-to-day basis, as close to days as the lot of them get. Hard to evaluate time in space without precise measurement, and none of them care enough to calculate it. They go to bed when Welt tells them to, and wake up to the acrid smell of Himeko’s brewing coffee.  Either way, the point is that sometimes—often—Dan Heng will leave the archives early for the sole purpose of seeking out Stelle, cataloging what she’s doing. This is the only instance in which he makes exacting calculations for time, recording when and where things happen: the parlor car at 0500/2400 light-hours, inspecting and collecting every stray pillow feather; the hallway in the passenger car at 1900/2400 light-hours, stacking chairs one on top of another until the whole tower came crashing down in a flurry of metal and cushion; the conductor’s car at 1200/2400 light-hours, just sitting and sniffing, taking in the smell of smooth metal and whirring machinery. It’s fascinating. Dan Heng can’t possibly hope to understand.  Perhaps there’s some merit in Himeko and Welt’s theory, that Stelle is akin to a blank slate searching for something to occupy the emptiness. But there’s that strange look in her eyes—the one that implies some sort of scheming, that knows on all levels exactly what she’s doing, that these are conscious choices made with the consequences in mind—and he thinks maybe she’s more unknowable than any of them could possibly imagine.  This is what compels him to chase her around the many cars of the express, recording her comings and goings in the hopes that somehow her behavior will come together in a way that makes sense to him. He is an archivist first and foremost; this is what he does. Make sense of history. Piece together parts that don’t fit neatly.  On this specific day (or the space equivalent thereof), he finds her in the storage car throwing Thief’s Instincts into the air and shattering them with her bat. The little glass pieces of memory made solid fracture into a million tiny pieces that hail down like very dangerous rain.  “Are you crazy?” Dan Heng asks. He kneels to inspect all the shattered glass around her, careful not to touch any. His hands are delicate and precious, after all. “This could hurt you.”  “It hasn’t yet,” Stelle says, and though he knows she’s joking, probably, her voice is so monotone that it’s hard to tell.  “This isn’t funny,” Dan Heng snaps. He’s not used to losing his temper like this; even when he snaps, his voice is carefully controlled, the irritation wound tight and dispersing itself across every syllable. “If you get hurt, what are the rest of us supposed to do? Just patch you up like nothing happened?”  “You don’t have to,” Stelle says. “It’s just glass.”  Dan Heng can’t say anything to that, his fists balling at his sides. Stay cool. Breathe in, and out. There’s no reason for this to get him as worked up as it does, but for some reason the prospect of her getting hurt—no, of any of them getting hurt, he reasons, because why would she be the only one he cares about—infuriates him.  “I’m probably crazy,” Stelle says. “There’s probably something wrong with me. And I don’t think it’ll change. I think this is just how I am.”  There’s a furious pause in which Dan Heng searches desperately for something to say. He doesn’t know how to tell her that being crazy and being self-injurious do not have to go hand-in-hand.  “I don’t care if you’re crazy,” he manages. “That’s fine. That’s you. Just don’t… hurt yourself.”  Stelle looks down at the shattered glass all around her, half-lidded eyes vacant but searching, looking for something. She crouches in the circle of glass that hasn’t fallen on her—a perfect circle, like the shards avoided her on purpose—and looks down at the remnants of the materials she’d shattered.  “So these can hurt me, huh,” she murmurs. “I didn’t think they could. After all, if there’s a weapon of mass destruction living inside of me, how could I not deserve a little bit?”  “That’s stupid,” Dan Heng says.  “Is it?”  “I don’t recall you choosing to have a Stellaron in you.”  “I wouldn’t know. Maybe I chose it before losing my memories. Maybe they did experiments on me.”  “Let’s operate under the assumption that you didn’t choose it, then. And even if you did, that doesn’t mean you deserve to get hurt. It just means you’re a little more… special than others.”  Stelle looks up at him. Her expression is indecipherable, as per usual, but Dan Heng likes to think he sees a little bit of understanding in there, somewhere. A little bit of gratitude. At the very least, something that means he can get up and put ten feet between them to quell the strange heat spider-webbing through his chest.  So that’s exactly what he does. He leaves. Stelle stares after him, wistful. She does not know what for.     A few nights later (or the space equivalent of such), Dan Heng wakes after a fitful tussle with sleep to find glow-in-the-dark amber eyes staring back at him from his desk chair once again. He jumps, pulling his blankets up to his chest, leaning back on his elbows. The slat rack of his futon pokes and prods at him.  “What are you doing here?” he asks.  “Nothing,” Stelle says. “Just sitting.”  “In the archives, because…?”  “Because I wanted to.” She does not offer more information than this, staring at him intently. Her gaze is unsettling, like it sees into the deepest parts of him—the parts he takes such pains to keep hidden. The parts he hasn’t told anyone yet.  “Oh.” Dan Heng’s eyes adjust, finding the slight furrow between her brows, absorbing the dimness tinged with light blue. There’s a word for how she looks like this, in this strange, distant lighting: ethereal, maybe, or otherworldly. Something not of this spacecraft or any of the worlds it’s been to. Something Dan Heng wants to peel back the layers of until he understands it in full.  That’s not a thought he needs to pursue for now.  “Pom-Pom tells me we’re jumping soon,” Stelle says. “Probably tomorrow.”  “Okay,” says Dan Heng. “Thanks for telling me—”   “I get the feeling,” Stelle interrupts, cutting off the tail end of his sentence, “that we’ll stop after the jump. There’s something there.”  “Okay,” Dan Heng says again. Strangely, he believes her, this strange person he’s met and shared living quarters with for a week or so, at this point.  “Okay.” Stelle shifts in the desk chair; it creaks minutely. Should probably get that oiled up. “I started playing games, by the way.”  “You what?”  “Games. Video games. On my phone.”  “That’s, ah, good.”  Stelle averts her gaze from him. “Since I don’t have any memories, I figure it’ll help me understand you—the rest of you—better.” When she looks back at him, she seems desperate—for something. Dan Heng’s not sure what. He’s afraid to find out.  “I’m sure it will help,” he says.  “Thanks.” She breathes out, a relieved sigh. Like she’d been seeking his approval—but why would she be? She hardly knows him.  A beat passes. Stelle’s eyes flutter closed before springing open again; the action makes Dan Heng want to laugh, though he’s never been much of a laugher. He supposes his desk chair could use some variety in its occupant from time to time.  “Are you going to sleep there?” Dan Heng asks.  “I wasn’t planning on it.”  “Are you going to sleep at all?”  Stelle’s silence speaks volumes. She still doesn’t have a room, Dan Heng remembers. It’s only been a few days, really—a week, at most. He’s seen her passed out in odd places in the parlor and storage cars.  “Sleep there, then,” he says. “Just for tonight.”  He can just barely see it—he might be imagining it—but the corners of Stelle’s mouth quirk up, just a bit. Gratitude, he wonders, or something else.  “Okay,” Stelle says, “good night.”  “Night,” Dan Heng says, burying himself into his covers, fighting back the suffocating drop in the pit of his stomach. He probably won’t sleep much tonight. Not that he ever sleeps much any night.  Stelle’s breathing softens out after a few moments, and Dan Heng falls asleep to it, a broken, tumultuous sleep that leaves him waking often to his heart hammering behind his ribcage. In his bookshelves across the room, his personal archive seems to burn with want.  But this is not something to bear much mind. He’ll be fine.  And the next day, when they reach Jarilo-VI, there are very different things to worry about. 

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Danheng/Caelus (Honkai: Star Rail), Danheng & March 7th (Honkai: Star Rail), Caelus & March 7th (Honkai: Star Rail), Kafka & Silver Wolf (Honkai: Star Rail)

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

Not Beta Read, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Canon Universe, Mentioned Kafka (Honkai: Star Rail), Herta Space Station (Honkai: Star Rail), Astral Express (Honkai: Star Rail), Awkwardness, Male Protagonist, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Internal Conflict, Spoilers, Emotionally Repressed, Repressed Memories, Angst, Trashcan-Loving Trailblazer (Honkai: Star Rail), Slow Burn, During Canon, Male Trailblazer (Honkai: Star Rail)

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(See the end of the chapter for notes.) A voice from far away. "Hmm. How much does he remember?" "...They'll remember you." He could feel an intense pressure on his chest, just in front of where his heart was. The pressure was warm, comforting, yet at the same time... crushing. It tightened against his body even more, and then he felt the outline of a woman's hand over it, as if pushing something in. It was a cold feeling, one ridden with unfamiliarity and instability. ...Ngh. His face distorted in agony as the pressure maximized but then went limp once more, his consciousness fading. He wasn't sure how long it was until he awoke next, but when he did, two faces greeted him. One had a smirk on her face. The other... he couldn't tell what she was thinking. The smirk belonged to someone that, in the hazy refinements of his memory... he seemed to recall as... 'Kafka'. The girl with the poker face, however, was unknown to him. There was nothing in his mind about her. The interaction lasted mere minutes. The girl besides Kafka stood silent, watching over the two's one-sided monologue as Kafka set up the receptacle's path ahead of him. She mentioned that... as 'himself', he was without a past. That he'd be alone in the area, with nobody out there who would be able to tell him of his own identity. That he'd meet allies who would take him on adventures, and to face his own hardships in the world. Of wonderful experiences, and of a trait to not doubt himself. Or was that a warning? Haven woken up from such a deep state of unconsciousness, he couldn't tell. But most importantly, she mentioned that this was his future—one that she explained was already predetermined for him. When she questioned if he liked it, he didn't know what to say. The first thing that came to his mind was— No. It was an uncertain future. A past long since buried in the dust. How could he enjoy such a thing? In the next minute, he was hit with a shocking reality—sudden drowsiness. Where it came from, he didn't know. Yet when Kafka noticed that fact, the only thing she did was smile at him with no shred of hostility, but with no ounce of hospitality either. Did... did he truly recognize her? How was she familiar to him, yet lacking in his memories so much that he only knew miniscule bits about her? "Listen: someone will come and find you very soon. Join them," she spoke calmly. She didn't seem to have any attachment to him, despite him only knowing her out of the millions of other people in the galaxies beyond. Time was ticking, and he kept trying to search for any trace of her in his memories to no avail. It was as if he had none, just as she'd said. But why? Where did all of his memories go? "You won't remember a thing except me." A pickup line? A threat, perhaps? He gritted his teeth, unwilling to see the only one he recognized go so soon, even if he was unsure if her intentions. For the first time since he awakened once more, he spoke her name. "Kafka..." She got up, turning her back on him before uttering one last line. "When you have a chance to make a choice, make one that you know you won't regret." No goodbyes came out of her lips as she walked away. He couldn't tell if the line was twinged with sadness, regret, hope, or something else, but he couldn't fight against the drowsiness any longer. Finally, he succumbed to the thought. A male voice greeted his consciousness when he could hear again. "Weren't their coordinates sent out from the space station...?" Despite hearing the voice, he couldn't feel any part of his body. Was he numb? But how, and more importantly, why? "Who cares? Maybe not all of 'em made it. Look, he's here and he's alive. Does any part of him scream out 'mannequin' to you, Dan Heng?" A female voice joined the other, this time from slightly farther away. It felt odd to him—he couldn't even open his eyes in the darkness. What happened? He could feel a warm hand reach for his, filled with callouses and rough skin all around feeling about his wrist. This... was an invasion of privacy, wasn't it? Yet it felt different from the woman's—er, Kafka's—hand on his chest earlier, which felt... almost lethal, to a certain degree. This hand was full of gentleness with his own, despite all the roughness of its physicality. The sensation woke his hand up. It seemed to... disinfect the numbness he felt as the warmth gradually took over his body. He could feel something—or someone—leaning on him. "...Weak heartbeat and pulse... March, you better do CPR." "Huh?!" The female's voice went into a state of panic. "I-I've never done it before! Dan Heng, you do it!" A moment of silence fell upon the voice he recognized as 'Dan Heng', before the light above his eyelids turned darker, presumably with someone leaning in. The weight leaning on him had also made contact with his chest, and he could even feel his own heartbeat against the weight of the other. If the two were here as a pair, then he could immediately tell whose hand was on his wrist right now. He could feel a breath of hot air on his neck as the sky darkened before him, the weight on his being fully grasped in his mind. With each breath that splayed on his heaving body, his nerves felt like they were coming back to life. ...Perhaps that was when he truly awoke. A set of cold lips lightly brushed against his, ready to make contact, when... "Oh, he's awake!" His eyes, along with the rest of his body, suddenly tensed up, giving his eyelids the strength to part ways as he saw a girl's hand push the man's face away, as if to hide her accidental, almost-became-a-kiss-but-not-really words beforehand. And he scooted up against the wall, trying to prop himself up as his nerves writhed in pain. holy shit this got a lot of attention, here’s a complimentary angst tag thank you for reading and noticing me fic-senpai <3 note: the tag 'slow burn' was added, reader beware! however, if you know the storyline, you shouldn't have to worry too much. perhaps. no promises :D (See the end of the chapter for more notes.) When he opened his eyes, he could feel a breath on his, which was quickly dispersed into the air as the girl of the duo's hand pushed the other away. His head was absolutely killing him. Was it whatever drug Kafka had put in him? That immense pressure and transitory object... or thing... whatever... was it the fault of that? Judging by the distance she and that... other lady were at, only she could've put the pressure on him earlier. He shook his head, a hand on his forehead to try to redirect the pain somehow, as if that'd help. "Hey, Dan Heng! Is he okay? I can't tell..." "Yes, he's fine," Dan Heng—the taller, and older of the two, it seemed—nodded, a careful gaze on him. Dan Heng's face showed no signs of embarrassment at all at what'd just happened. Even his emotions were hard to make out. "Seems like he was knocked down." "Are you all right?" The girl asked, as if she hadn't just asked Dan Heng to reassure the guy's condition. "Can you hear me fine? Do you remember your name, too?" "I... I don't... remember a thing," he spoke. His head seared with pain. Was something blocking out his memories? Damnit—just what exactly had Kafka done to him? And why could he only recall her name, but nothing about her background, her intentions, anything? "Aw, that isn't good! I'm sure that you can at least remember your name..." The girl looked cheerfully at him, and Dan Heng gave a silent nod at her actions. "Could you really scour your brain? I'm sure that it must be hiding in there somewhere!" That... was easier said than done. He tried again to search his mind, closing his eyes and tilting his head downwards to better support it with his hands. Other than Kafka, when he searched again, he had no idea how or why it was there, but... "I think... I think my name is Caelus." "Caelus? Nice to meet you. I'm Dan Heng," the dark-haired male confirmed his namesake, gesturing over to the pink-haired girl in turn. "And she's March 7th." "I'm not sure what happened to you, but if I had to guess, perhaps... a stampede?" March took guesses as to Caelus's injuries to try to lighten the mood. "Or maybe you were caught up in the Antimatter Legion's attacks earlier? Hmm, but they're still here now..." "It doesn't matter," Dan Heng interrupted her. "We're here to help with the rescue effort, March." March sighed. "Yeah, I know. But couldn't you at least have let me finish?" "Sorry, but what is the Antimatter Legion? And—they're attacking? Here?" Caelus asked his first questions since fully waking up. "You didn't know? They're minions from the Destruction. Oh, but not to worry, Dan Heng and I are really strong!" March gave Caelus a smile, and Dan Heng nodded at her remarks. He crossed his arms as she informed Caelus more of the situation, making no attempt to give Caelus information himself. They were on the Herta space station, even though Herta was currently offline, and Asta was currently the Acting Lead Researcher. The Antimatter Legion attacked seemingly out of nowhere, but Asta had asked the Astral Express for assistance—and the Express was what the duo was affiliated with, hence, rescue. "Hmmm. I could've sworn that Arlan'd said that the evacuation went okay, though. Why's a lone researcher just here, out in a dead end?" March finished off with. Caelus was hesitant to answer. He had no clue who Arlan was, or why he was in there in the first place. Kafka had just... up and left him there. In some faraway worlds, maybe this was what some may have even called... a dad leaving his son and family to go to the store to get milk. Or something like that, Caelus had no idea. "Arlan contacted me not that long ago. He's in the vicinity, but injured." Dan Heng had kept quiet, despite having been there for the entire interaction. In fact, Caelus noticed that since regaining full consciousness, the man had not once maintained eye contact with him. He stared at Dan Heng as the latter resumed his words, paying the golden-eyed guy staring straight at him no mind. "I should go find him." "Oh, that so? No worries then! I'll make sure Caelus here gets to the rest of the people safely, so stay safe as you head out." Dan Heng nodded, giving Caelus his first—and last—point of eye contact before heading off, and March waved at his turned-away figure before pointing at a bat nearby. It was a look of... of... Yeah, Caelus had no idea. The poker-faced man made no attempt to reveal anything he felt towards him, and he was left to wonder in his thoughts as March's voice brought him back to reality once more. "Even though I'll be able to protect you, it's not a bad idea to have a weapon in the ready in case something happens, alright?" She walked over the bat, taking it and extending it to Caelus. It was more like a crude Legion minion's severed limb than an actual bat, though. Nonetheless, Caelus accepted the gift March offered her. He... didn't seem too fazed by it, oddly enough. Its durability and strength were fine enough to swing around, and he followed behind March as she led him through several rooms. Despite taking the safest route she could imagine, they ended up fighting a few times; however, with March's incredible aim and Caelus blocking the Antimatter goons' attacks, they made it out just fine. "Honestly, you fight pretty well, even without my help! I'm not sure how you were knocked down so easily like that... hmm..." March commented on Caelus's impeccable fighting skills as they neared the center of the storage zone, and then started interacting with the control panel in front of them where the elevator would be. After a few moments of fiddling, her look of cheer turned into an anticipated frown. "Huh... I did see this coming, but..." "Is it broken?" Even though Caelus's head was still slightly spinning from earlier, it was much better now than before, especially with the battles from before. The adrenaline from that must've overtaken whatever drugged chemicals Kafka had induced in him. "Maybe we can find another way up." "I-I guess it is? I mean, I just pressed all the buttons... but nothing happened. " March giggled nervously. "And yeah! I'm sure there's stairs somewhere. Every building should have a fire escape! Though, if Dan Heng were here... perhaps he'd be able to work the controls somehow." "No. It's been shut off," a voice from behind them startled the duo, and they turned around to greet a walking Dan Heng coming just in front of them. His footsteps had been silent. Too silent, even—just how long had he been trailing them? "Ah! It's Dan Heng!" March jumped, taking a step backwards just a tiny bit. "Speak of the devil!" "Aren't you overreacting?" Crossing his arms, Dan Heng looked at her as if he hadn't been the one sneaking up on them. "I just took the stairs to the upper level. Arlan's there, so he may know something about it." He was, again, avoiding Caelus's direct eye contact as he exchanged information with March. "Ooh, right! Arlan's in the security department, so he'll probably know what's wrong!" "He's not in the technical department, March..." "That's not what I'm stating! Look, if it's an Antimatter Legion attack, maybe he's sealed off the elevators! Think about it, would you?" "...You're surprisingly smart at this. Where was this wit when Himeko asked you to down her coffee at your initiation ritual?" "Hey!" Despite the words they exchanged, Caelus could sense that they were on good terms with each other. When they motioned him to follow Dan Heng as he led the way up, Caelus went in between the two as per March 7th's instructions. And he smiled. as always, thank you for reading <3 i wrote this kinda absentmindly so i might rewrite it a bit later on if things sound too ooc to me On their way up, they encountered a voidranger, one of the Antimatter Legion's hostilities. Nothing they couldn't handle. With Dan Heng's added strength, it was a piece of cake for the trio. Both March and Dan Heng could even observe Caelus's odd yet powerful familiarity with the bat when he unleashed a move he called 'Stardust Ace', which bluntly smacked the poor void minion with such great force that it just fell over and died. It was the first time Dan Heng had witnessed such an amazingly forceful move—and along with its unoriginality, he found it quite niche. After Caelus had bashed the voidranger's head in, he looked at him with a newfound respect. "You know, I may have, uh, instigated that thing earlier, but I kinda doubt he'd think of it too much," March said to Dan Heng as Caelus continued to beat the helpless voidranger on the ground. She was talking about the whole mouth-to-mouth thing, which must've been on her mind for a while. Dan Heng, luckily, agreed with her statement. Though she was hardly the sharpest tool in the shed, even if she hadn't said anything, he would've figured that Caelus had to have brushed it off by now. "I'm not blaming you," Dan Heng said straightforwardly. "He wasn't waking up, so your actions were reasonable." "See, that kind of attitude's gonna get you in big trouble one day," March sighed. She gave no further explanation as to why she mentioned that, but Dan Heng could imagine why she'd say it. The girl then cupped her hands around her mouth, her next words going in Caelus's direction. "Anyway! Caelus! It's dead, you can stop torturing its corpse now!" Caelus froze in place, a bit of void goo on his clothes. His bat was covered in the icky substance as he got up from the creature's side. "Oops." Dan Heng sighed. "You've still got a long way to go, but... it's a good start." Caelus looked at Dan Heng. He was finally returning his gaze. "Don't forget, Arlan's waiting for us!" March 7th smiled, taking the lead as she ran ahead of Dan Heng and past Caelus. The two then followed her, with Caelus going first through the space station's doors as the figure of a teenager greeted them. Caelus was stunned—he was part of the space station's security department? He was so small...! In fact, he was even shorter than March! "Hey... you're all together?" The boy—Arlan, Caelus figured—asked. "Yup! We're from the Astral Express," March explained. "Seems like we arrived in the midst of a storm, though..." "Madam Herta didn't send you guys in to help?" "It's just a coincidence," Dan Heng continued. "We came to deliver the rare relic she entrusted us to find." "What confuses me is why the Legion would target you guys, ignoring the surface of the planet entirely," March said. "Right when we were about to complete Herta's task, too..." "I could only assume that they'd be here for the items in Madam Herta's collection, but even then... I'm not too sure. They came at such a suspicious time—right when the security system suddenly failed." Arlan's tone tipped on the edge of frustration as he furrowed his brows ever so slightly, his eyes downcast as his head turned to face the direction of his leg. "Lady... Lead Researcher Asta immediately began to organize the evacuation, and I was tasked to cover people as they did so. Little did I realize..." "Don't be too hard on yourself. Both your leg and dominant hand got injured, so it was wise to hide instead of facing even more danger head-on," Dan Heng reassured Arlan. "Most of the staff were also evacuated safely." "Yeah! Right now, our highest priority's to return to the master control zone and plan what we'll do next... but we can't really do that when the elevator isn't starting..." March casually added on, chuckling nervously. "Oh, but I didn't break it! I swear." "I turned off all the elevators after I got word that the evacuation was complete. After all, better safe than sorry with the Antimatter Legion still roaming around." "Nice work!" March's eyes held a kind of sparkly anticipation to them. "So... you can turn it back on, right?" "If Lady Asta sent you guys here to come find me, I assume that she must've also given you guys the encryption key to access the system as well?" Arlan's matter-of-factly tone sent March scrambling, looking for things on her person. "March..." Dan Heng looked at her, praying that she didn't lose it on the way. "Oh, here it is!" She said, pulling up a small keycard lined with futuristic designing. "This is it, right?" Arlan nodded, pointing to a small control panel next to him. As he was injured, March walked over to the screen in his place, tapping on it a few times before watching a pod drift to their level. And then it went up further, up to the highest level of the storage zone. "Why's it so far away..." Caelus said dejectedly, looking at the elevator pod as it rose. "As head of security, I have a duty to ensure the safety of the station staff," Arlan glared at Caelus. "You guys might be confident in your abilities, but most of the staff wouldn't even have the ability to even pick up a simple butter knife before accidentally stabbing a stack of papers with it." "So in short, you don't trust them?" Caelus tilted his head, trying to figure out Arlan's thoughts. "...I believe he means to say that the staff can't fight, and so if we brought along some unexpected guests, it would be less than ideal," Dan Heng clarified. Caelus looked at the guy, his thinking posture breaking. "He's right," Arlan nodded. "Apologies, but I'll have to trouble you guys to take a detour. Go without me." "Huh? But wouldn't it be unsafe here?" March didn't agree with Arlan staying behind. "Won't the Legion come after you?" "My leg is injured... I'd only slow you guys down. But the controls for the doors and elevators are here, so I can control who—or what—comes in and out. I'll be fine," said a downcast Arlan. He seemed to still be reflecting on his actions of leaving behind the researchers in order to hide himself away. "I can support you," Caelus spoke up. "Dan Heng's with us now, so we'll be more than enough to protect you." "Me?" Dan Heng looked at Caelus quizzically, even pointing to himself in the process. "I'm the determining factor in Arlan's safe rescue?" "I mean, yeah? You're a part of us. I think." Caelus returned Dan Heng's look of confusion. He then shook it off as he went over to Arlan's side, helping to lift him up. Dan Heng looked at Arlan as Caelus supported the latter's figure, leaning a bit in order for the boy to stand upright. "Let us worry about the Antimatter Legion—just follow us as best as you can, and we'll all get to the safe area together," March smiled. Her smile was contagious, and Arlan smiled back. "...Thank you. All of you." "No problem!"

The day Sampo Koski lost his heart to a Raccoon

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

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

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

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It was supposed to be just a usual day for the great 'businessman' Sampo Koski. He was already scamming- no, getting profit off of a recent decently rich overworlder after selling him an intergalactic universal printer.  That is, until they called the silvermane guards upon him as he was forced to escape and ran away towards the snowy plains to hide. And he was doing so well hiding under the snow even though it's very cold. Until 3 weird looking people had accidentally found him, and almost stepped on him. He thought they were with the silvermane guards at first, but it seems they are outsiders the same as him as he's secretly felt relieved.  With his businessman smile, he played the part of the clueless dumb idiot as usual to lower their guards. Since the pink haired girl and the black haired guy in green kept staring daggers at him. They really seems suspicious of him as they kept having that unbelievable face whenever they hear his explanations. Which to be honest, he won't blame them since he was indeed pretty suspicious.  But couldn't they just make their way off and let him be ?. Their stares are pretty judgmental. Well, except for the girl with the grayish hair. She actually seemed kinda nice?.... To be honest, he secretly thought that she was kinda cute since she didn't gave him any weird angry stares. Instead she seems kinda curious of him, as she's the only one who seemed to care about him being buried in the snow unlike the others. And pretty naive too at that, since he's pretty self aware enough to not trust himself if he were someone else.  But oh well, he gotta leave since the silvermane guards will probably be here anytime soon. Tis a shame, but he must leave his newfound friends to handle the guards *fake sniffs*. And with that, he dipped when no one's looking. He had a talent for letting people's guard's down as he could practically go off anytime anywhere unnoticed.  ........  He didn't know why he did it, but it's been days after he somehow saved the 3 outsiders plus that one silvermane princess and brought them to the underground world.  Well, currently he's making bucks after collecting the bet from people who thought that the robots will win against that Dan Heng guy.  Ahhh yes, sweet sweet money. Profitable money. It's the only thing that he loves more than himself. Money is the pinnacle of all things-   GAHH!!!    Oh no.... How did these guys found him???. He made sure that he ran as fast as he could to escape their gazes. But..... Are they like hunter dogs??.  *sniffs* They're so cruel, he only tried his best to repay them and save some friends in need. It's not his fault that they couldn't withstand his poisonous gas bombs and also fainted 😔. They didn't even acknowledge that he practically carried them all by himself back to the underworld. Look, he even brought them all to the great Doctor, the one and only ex-orphanage caretaker, the ultimate secret leader of the Wildfires, his number one regular in buying medical items, the beautiful big sister Natasha !. Couldn't they be anymore grateful that he didn't gave them some wacky Dr. Vache's medicine or left them to die on the wild ??. *Hiks*, it really pained his heart that his good will isn't accepted.  Well, the pink haired girl and the man in green didn't appreciate him, but.... Again, only the gray haired girl said thanks to him. She seems very genuine and appreciates his help very much, as whenever she looked at him in the eyes, there was no malice held there. Only amusement mostly.  He could even feel the admiration and gratefulness emanating from her.  Oh wow, he felt touched truly. There's actually someone as pure and stupidly naive- ahem, kind hearted enough to see past his actions and appreciate his efforts !. Oh how kind of her, this so called 'trailblazer' or so what they called themselves.  What was her name again??.  Stelle if he recall ?. Well, he's never good with remembering people's names or faces since he only cared for their money, but he mentally noted to himself that this Stelle girl is surely one he should remember. So that he could make sure that she could be put into the list of future people that he could scam- ahem, profit off legally of course !.  ........  Somehow, sometime had passed again. And.... *gulps*, he didn't know why, but this Stelle girl had been very persistent in chasing and finding him around !.  He didn't know whether she intentionally did it or not, but every time they met, she was rather very bold ??? Kinda sassy maybe ?. But still, her words held no malice towards him. Though he doesn't get it, but every time she patrolled and helped the others in the underworld with those friends of hers, she somehow noticed him spying on them.  How??? He made sure to conceal his presence every time. But she always noticed wherever he's hiding and even waved at his way while smiling ?. Crap, he was supposed to be a spy for Natasha and Oleg. He's supposed to report anything that happens to them whether good or bad to the leader of the Wildfires. So of course he couldn't let that girl see him again.  That's why Sampo decided to yet again, dipped his way out and abandon his duty for a while to con - ahem, do other businesses as a reputable businessman as usual.  ........  Old habits die hard huh?. As the great minded reputable number 1 businessman in Belobog, None other than Sampo Koski, couldn't understand it.  Why, why is she so persistent in meeting him whenever she can???. Gasp, Was she a stalker perhaps??. Did the handsome Sampo Koski even managed to found himself a secret admirer?!.  This Stelle girl had jumpscared him multiple times due to how she seemingly could find him in random occasions in the underground world.  He even went to the deep mines to trick her into getting to do his biddings and find the mining equipments from Peak the lazy miner that he needs to rent to others. Well, he intentionally did it to make sure she's busy and be annoyed with him. Like hitting two birds with one stone, making sure she's off his tail, while he also made profit since he could just show her a random treasure map that he found on the mine as her payment.  Hey, he didn't know that the map was actually real !. If he had known he would have found that treasure for himself. But thanks to that treasure hunting success, Miss Stelle over here was even more excited to see him more than ever. Expecting more treasures even though her friends disdained her life choices or the way she genuinely spoke to him.      ........  Oh no.... This is really not good  :;((•﹏•๑)));: !    After a long time of spying the group of outsiders under Natasha's and Oleg's commands, having noted and reported their each and every move, secretly observing them from the moment they set foot on the snowy plains to the moment they defeated the supreme guardian and opened up the passage way between the overground and underworld of Belobog, the great number 1 Sampo Koski couldn't help but feel like his resolve is beginning to sway.  Why ?. Because this gray haired girl, Miss Stelle, is just.... Hehe, what to say, She's too... Cute ?. Or cool looking ?.  She's definitely wasn't the text book definition of cute, as she's more of a sporty looking coolish girl as she is pretty tall for a woman, although shorter than him. And her face usually looked like as if they were tired all the time, pretty much done with life. Yet her unexpected bold and sassy attitude is not accommodating to her looks.  He had seen her fight off some vagrants and robots easily as she was indeed pretty strong. Though on the other hand, he had also seen how she... Explored. He had seen her pry through the trash cans of belobog, just like a stinking racoon, even seemingly making stories about the trash cans and dumpsters as if they were telenovelas.  But strangely he didn't find her weird or that disgusting anymore. As she was indeed a real treasure hunter connoisseur just like him. So he knew that kind of feeling in adventuring to dangerous disgusting places just for money. Though, he surely couldn't get why the face that she made whenever she opened random junk called trash cans, was just pure joy and satisfaction.  Over time, Sampo Koski didn't know why he felt this way. But, whenever this Stelle girl came to find him, chat up with him, and even laughed at his jokes or reply enthusiasticly or jokingly to the way he's speaking without getting offended by his fake smile and nature, he couldn't help but felt a sense of happiness and appreciation from within his heart.  Strange. He definitely has tricked many people with his charizzma, smooth talk, his very handsome, charming, and well endowed physique, and of course his silver tongue. But even then, he couldn't help but feel as if he's falling somewhere whenever he spoke with her.  Oh no.... Was he, is he?! There's no way he's catching feelings to a weirdo, cute looking but smelly, dumpster diver loving raccoon, is he ?!.  No no no no, Sampo Koski must always kept his words, but he mustn't be swayed by feeble emotions. Especially romantic feelings and the like. It's not great for business.  But how could he resist to not fall and be suspicious of such feelings ?. When this gray haired girl, managed to successfully tricked him into a date. She out of all people, managed to bag him, the master of all cons and tricks, without even threatening him like the others did.  She even gave him a nice warm candle lit underground meal without him having to trick her into paying or scamming her. She.....even bought him a small gift, a rustic rose looking pendant that seems to be worth a lot of shields. Look, she even ordered some wine for the both of them to eat with the meal !.  Really, all of this is out of her own volition. He didn't have a say in anything. Wait....This Miss over here, is she perhaps secretly a philanderer??. Though it doesn't seem like it. As she seems to be too.... Uh, what's the word? Inexperienced to be one.  He doesn't even realize that he got tricked into a date until the server of the restaurant told him that the set of menu that they're having was of course available and reserved only for couples.  To be honest, Sampo doesn't understand what she sees in him. Many people really hated him due to his actions and personality, as many just couldn't get to hold themselves in trying to give him a punch or a kick towards his face whenever they see his pathetic ass.  Ah.....could it be? that she only went for his looks ?!.  Well, there's no other way than that right ?. Because except other than his great outwardly appearance and muscles, he made sure to try his best to make his businessman personality come off as dramatic and annoyingly convincing as possible to anyone. He purposely did it as some kind of a defense mechanism so that he couldn't let others get close to himself while stimutaniously convincing them to buy his stuff.  Well, let's say he's truly a mysterious man with a mysterious past. One that is spanning baggage across planets and galaxies. But of course he won't tell it to anyone, even to you readers. Cause that would be major spoilers, and he might get sued by the big company up above the realm due to breach of contract due to leaking his own past.  Though really, trying to know his backstory for free ? Of course not, you have to pay up big money !. He's indeed very pricy you know ~. But look, in all honesty, the girl eating the set of deep fried rock crab in front of him may look like a greasy, unlady-like, unhinged goblin. Eating with her bare hands and even making a mess on her face like a lucky warp trotter. But the great Sampo Koski was a gentleman, as he pulled out a handkerchief to help her wipe out the excess grease on her face.  "My my, Miss I think you really need to mind more of your image in public. Especially when you're with a reputable businessman like me, hoho. But hey, the renowned Sampo Koski will only give you great advices. As for I will not make you feel burdened or pressured, for that is your own choice my friend :D !." Sampo She only flinched and blinked confusedly onto his eyes as he wiped her face. But she let him be as she felt that his moves are gentle enough. As her face intinctly leaned to the side, on his hand that was still wiping her cheek, she closed her eyes and smiled while laughing a little at him. "Hehe~ thank you Sampo~." Stelle Sampo Koski freezed for a moment. He felt like he's questioning his entire history and being as a business con man after seeing such a pure display of adorableness.  Ugh!- no, he can't do this. It felt like a great knife stabbed his conscience multiple times after realizing how many times he did her dirty by his not so good actions. Such a good looking smile that's usually covered in a face that is tired with life ! ｡：ﾟ(｡ﾉω＼｡)ﾟ･｡.~ It truly must be a shame for her to waste that smile on him when she could show it to others more deserving of her feelings.  Sampo inwardly sighs, although he's truly flattered that she even went out of her way to get him into a diner date, he must cut things up thoroughly before it gets any further. As he knows that if anything past the guise of friendship happens between them, then those two otherworldly weirdos that's always by her side will really kick his ass for good.  "Sooooooo, care to explain what do you want with inviting this great Sampo Koski on a fine, seemingly *exquisite* dinner date, hmm, Miss Stelle?." Sampo "Hmm? So this is considered a date?. Oh, I just wanted to give you a treat. Eat together with you." Stelle "Hoo, but with me specifically?. Say, I am touched, but why didn't you go out with your friends to eat together instead of getting to eat here with me?." Sampo "Oh.... That. Please don't tell them, but I wanted to be alone and explore by myself for a while. But don't get me wrong, I want to meet you by myself." Stelle "I find my encounters with you very exciting and fun, even though you like to suddenly run away after failing to scam me." Stelle "Urp!!!. My friend, please don't say such slandering words. That is not what I meant to do. I assure you that this great Sampo Koski, wouldn't try to do any harm to the likes of you. Meaning things including this so called 'scamming' 😅." Sampo "Hehehe, you don't need to cover up your true intentions. I already figured out from long ago what kind of scummy person you truly are. You are quite pathetic honestly with how much you run away when danger hits you. Kinda cowardly too, leaving your allies behind and didn't help them with anything much. Especially when others find out you had successfully scammed them out of their money with your illegal business dealings." Stelle ..... This, he felt as if blood had slowly come out of his mouth as he felt her words stab him greatly. Has she been hanging out too much with Seele??. Otherwise, how could she disregard his entire existence and say those things as if he's not here?!.  "🥲 um, miss? Do you forget that I'm still directly in front of you ?." Sampo "*sniffs* your words are truly harsh my friend. You couldn't be more cruel to a soft hearted kind citizen of Belobog like me 🤧." Sampo "Ah, but I'm only saying the truth and facts though ?. March 7th always said that telling the truth about your feelings is the best way to convey what you mean." Stelle "Ahah, well.... It certainly is not a bad thing, but... " Sampo "Oh ! And just like what you told us in the past," Stelle "I say what I mean, and I mean what I say." Stelle "So by that logic, I can safely say that I truly enjoy being with you even though you're pretty annoying sometimes." Stelle "Because, I think I really really like you, Sampo Koski :D !." Stelle "(°0°)!!!!!" Sampo No no no, there's no way she literally said that out of the blue straight to his face. With no shame, and a smile so pure- nope. There must be an ulterior motive that he hasn't seen behind that smile. This, it's probably a prank of revenge towards everything that he has done towards her and her friends. This is a joke, right?. Where's the cameramen filming his reaction?!.  But what ulterior motive is there to see and guess, when she suddenly, quite literally, lifted and grabbed one of his hands towards her face, and gave the back of his hand a proper kiss as if she's kissing the frog from the princess and the frog.    "(〃ﾟOﾟ〃)!!! " Sampo   Not good not good not good,    ABORT MISSION!    THIS WASN'T WHAT HE EXPECTED TO HAPPEN AT ALL! He's supposed to be the one doing advances onto someone to persuade them. Not the other way around, not like this !. Oh goodness by the aeons, why is his heart beating so fast?!. It's just polite gesture of pleasantry that gentlemens like to use to a lady.  But he's not a lady, and the one who's kissing his hand was a woman. A seemingly serious one at that, as she eyed him worriedly, probably confused as to why he air banged his head multiple times after the act that she did.  "Ah, um, uh, i-im sorry if you're offended with it. I learned that kissing the hand of someone that you like is a direct way to properly convey your feelings, as kissing their lips would be too intimate for a first timer." Stelle "I... Didn't know that you would react like this, I'm truly sorry. Um, I could try to wipe your hand clean if you want to." Stelle. ... ..... ...... EVEN THOUGH YOU COULD WIPE IT CLEAN, THAT'S NOT THE MAIN PROBLEM !.    IT'S THE FACT THAT YOU DID IT TO HIM THAT WON'T GO AWAY !.    AND WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU LEARN ABOUT THIS STUFF?! WHERE DID YOU LEARN IT ? AND WHO TAUGHT YOU ABOUT ROMANCE-   Asdfghjklllahdhdkdlasjhdhcncnffuckahajdkdkdl-   Phew, hoo, Calm down Sampo Koski. You're better than this, breathe in and out as good as you can. It's not the first time someone confessed their love or try to seduce you. You've been travelling to multiple planets and universes occasionally thanks to the power of your dearest Aeon and the help of your faction. You're supposed to be a seasoned veteran in emotional manipulation. I mean, you're basically the underground middle man in Belobog.  You're a handsome hunk piece of meat, a plus amongst men. It's not your first time being with a woman, you're a respectable perfectly healthy adult man. Not a teenager in puberty.  "Ah ah ah, Oh aeons, miss, I don't know that you felt this way after all this time we've been together. To say that I'm touched and elated by your forwardness was definitely not a lie. " Sampo "Say, what did you like about me ?. Sampo Koski is interested in what others see in him, especially people who are as bold as you." Sampo "Heheh, are you truly sure about this ?. What you're feeling that is." Sampo Yes, calm down. Although his heart beat is still beating very fast as he won't lie that he has some secret expectations, he still wanted to get the answers out of her mouth fast.  "Oh, i don't really know why I like you myself, but it just kinda happened." Stelle "Ano, how come you don't know a single thing that you like about me???." Sampo "I don't know, I didn't know I could even get this far with my feelings*shrugs*." Stelle Wow, this girl over here is more unbelievable than himself. He truly couldn't believe that a human let alone a woman like her exists.  "Uh Miss, could you please at least think of one thing that you liked about me?." Sampo She contemplated for a moment as Sampo could see that she truly didn't think this through. How.... Reckless to say the least.  "Hmm, let me think. Other than your face, I think I like your body type very much." Stelle Oh? His body?. He didn't know that she wants him that way.  "Especially your chest and biceps. I want to be thoroughly squished in between th-" Stelle "*flustered, clearly embarrassed as he panics* AH AH AH! Please don't continue that as we're currently still in public. As bold as you are, there might be children around you see hehe, hahaha......" Sampo "Um, alright that was pretty shallow if I must say, but what about other likeable attributes of me other than that??." Sampo "Hmm, I couldn't think of anything else really." Stelle ...... No, really?? Is she really that shallow?!.  "Ah, no wait. I think I know some more." Stelle "Um, I like hearing your goofy voice. Even though you made everyone including me annoyed whenever your tongue moves. Yet I can't help but wanting to hear more of what nonsense will you made about your so called 'businesses'. I think it's pretty entertaining." Stelle "Oh huh? You like my voice and the way I speak??. Okay that's a first time I've ever heard it." Sampo "And.... I said that I figured what kind of person you are earlier. The fact that you secretly like to help people in need in the background secretly without accepting any spotlight, or the fact that you at least never lie and always kept your words to me, I think it's the bare minimum to be acceptable enough in my criteria for bad guys like you." Stelle Um, he felt conflicted about what she said. He's not exactly a bad guy you know?. He even helped everyone in secret to achieve victory. Why do her words seems to contradict what she previously said earlier??.  "You always try to wear the mask of a fool. I know you may have tricked us and got me and my friends into trouble multiple times, but I don't know why I couldn't truly be mad at you." Stelle "I also don't know why, but I get this feeling of happiness and excitement whenever I see you. I got happier whenever I got the chance to stay close and be with you for long periods of time even though my friends said that my brain must have been wrong or sick in the head, and that I must get checked." Stelle   .... Okay, ouch, her friends are really mean to him :").    "Sometimes I even dreamt of you in my sleep, and always thought of you whenever I went to explore Belobog. I can't seem to get my mind off of you, as I tried my best to get you out of my head as my friends said that it's for the best." Stelle He had no comment on that statement.  "But then I also asked someone on the astral express about my feelings for you. And they said that what I felt was probably a crush, a romantic feeling of love." Stelle "And after I studied much about love within novels and from watching others, and seeing dramas, I could finally conclude that what I felt for you, was indeed something close to 'love and like'." Stelle "That's why..... What I meant to say is, I think I'm really in love with you-" Stelle "Ap pap pap ap pap! Say no more my dear Miss Stelle, your deep profound feelings had already reached my heart. No need to say it directly again. *whispers, else my heart will literally explode*" Sampo "My my, apologies if I'm being rude to cut off your speech. But there's no need to say such an embarrassing thing out loud. As you even made me felt the same way-" Sampo Hold up, wait a minute, this was supposed to be the part where he rejects her and go on with their lives. But what did he just said??. What? He felt the same towards her??. How the hell did that slip up past his mouth- How did he even came to the conclusion that he also naturally liked this girl in front of him??.  No no no, this was not supposed to happen. In the end both of them must part ways at some point because of their different paths and factions. Look, although he's a native of this planet, he's not even staying in Belobog for long just like her and her friends.  Plus, they both have only known each other for months at most since the first time they met above the Belobog grounds. So is she really that fast in catching feelings for him ?. Was his charizzma just too strong for even a hero like her to handle ?!.  He couldn't help but kinda feel some sense of achievement with himself as he managed to woo over the interstellar hero even though he didn't try to do anything in particular to gain her affection.  Wait!!!!! Damn, his feelings in his mind got carried away again. He needs to reject her fast before she got her hopes up again- "*suddenly grabs both of Sampo's hands, as she got closer towards his face* Really?. Did you really meant what you said about your feelings ?." "That you felt the same way about me? Really?." "O-oh what?? um, yes?!-" Wait no! Don't say yes damn it!. You were supposed to reject her politely, not give in !.  But.... But..., how could he not immediately gave in when she was mere inches away from his face, looking at him very expectanly with stars in her eyes that seems to be filled with immense hope that he'll say yes.  He.... To such an adorable looking face, he couldn't directly say no immediately. He could only see the image of a cute raccoon watching him over expectanly as if it wanted to receive treats from him. Such adorableness, his faint heart really couldn't take it.  Especially when she suddenly hugged him close and tightly as she let out a 'Yay!~' due to his answer towards her question of affirmation. He sighed in resignation. Hahhhh fine, he will indulge her. For now that is, since he wasn't sure that what she's feelings towards him will stay genuine like this for a long time or not. She will probably not like him anymore in the future when their paths clashes. Perhaps they might even become enemies instead of suspiciously close friends like this.  But hey, for now, Sampo Koski will let himself be hugged, as he will also hug her back. He wrapped his arms around the back of her waist as he thought that it's only the appropriate gesture to her romantic feelings towards him. Look, she's hugging him as if he's a giant teddy bear, he definitely knew that the onlookers on the street could see how red his face was from blushing. Oh what to do..... Honestly whenever he's with her, he couldn't really say no to anything that she wants of him even though he could made the option to decline her anyways. He could always run away and dipped himself out if things goes South. But he hopes that it won't be, at least for the both of them.  "Ah! Wait, I forgot that I had made a promise with March 7th and Dan Heng at the Astral express earlier this morning. I need to go help fix and prepare one of the rooms there, so I need to go back now." She quickly let go of her hug, leaving him empty handed as he now could truly feel the emptiness that was filled with her body warmth before. He felt dissapointed with it.  Ah.... She really gonna left him just like that? After what she had done to his poor heart in the span of minutes ?. After the whole ordeal of confessing their so called attraction towards another ?. Man.... What a bummer honestly. If she's gonna left him just like that, then he was sure that she's colder than sitting at the frozen benches of Belobog.  Since Sampo couldn't see his own expression, it was clear that he doesn't want to be left alone again and be abandoned by her. He seemed like a dejected dog who lost his favorite toy.  Hehe, he acts tough but is actually this soft. He acts like a fool but was actually a smart guy who pretend to masquerade others. Heh, but it's alright. She likes him enough anyways even though he sometimes asks for a beating.  So, just like how they do it in the romance novels that March 7th gave her, she wanted to try it once, especially with someone whom she truly likes.  Without warning, she cupped his face with both her hands, and pulled his face towards her as she leaned in for a kiss. A very sweet yet short one. As she shut her eyes while his were wide open as he stared at her due to sheer shock.  "Hehehe, thank you for accepting my feelings. But I have to go back for now, see you soon later. I promise I'll immediately contact you once things are done. Or maybe you could just visit me on the astral express via the teleportation device that I gave you in the past." "Call me if you need anything else from me alright?. After all, I learned that couples needed to help each other out when the other is in time of need. Especially you who always seemed to be short on money." "So bye bye for now!." She said as she gradually ran away towards the underground rail way that connects to the entrance of Belobog city, where the teleporting device coordinates towards the Astral express is located.  Meanwhile, the dumbfounded Sampo Koski still stood stiffly on his ground. Seemingly not being able to comprehend what just happened for some time.  And when his brain finally processed it, he immediately crouched on the ground as he covered his face with both of his hands. His ears are definitely very red, he could even hear a passing child questioning their mother why a grown man like him is crouching on the ground while whispering intangible nonsense.    Hah.....    Hahahaha, ehehehe, Hahahaha!.    Ahhhhhhh fine fine, he admits that he lost. He will give up his will to fight just for her. Sweet, sassy, raccoon looking adorable Stelle.... If she won't let him go, then mark his words, he will also do the same and be an even more annoying person in her life, sticking close to her like glue even if she doesn't want him to.  Yeah... Just like Natasha said, he needs to at least try doing something first to like it instead of running away first hand when it comes to the unknown. Especially with this adorable looking raccoon, who has seemingly stolen his heart even though he didn't even know she could even pry it open with her tiny claws in the first place. Alright then, if that's what you want. Then see you later, my dear Sweetheart.      .........   What Sampo didn't know, he was worried about them going separate ways for nothing. As somehow, Stelle managed to abduct him into becoming a honorary member of the Astral Express. As he was now free to roam back and forth between the train or Belobog, with his own personified room in the train that Stelle personally designed. And eventually, both of them went on adventures together sticking to each other like glue. Much to Dan Heng's and March 7th's dissapointment and dismay.       

Not on purpose

['orphan_account']

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)

Shameless Smut, Blow Jobs, Rimming, Kissing, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, sampo is a flirt, Dirty Talk

English

2023-05-05

Completed

2023-05-05

1,690

1/1

3

537

47

10,083

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[]

Gepard grunted as he lifted himself onto the brick wall and dismounted off immediately. Sampo may has been quick on his feet, but as Captain of the Silvermane knights, he was built for endurance. To be fair though, he had never chaaed anyone this far and long. Sampo had just grated his nerves one too many times that once he showed up above the ground and was caught stealing, Gepard knew he had to get ahold of the thief right then and there. So there he was, chasing Sampo Koski around the underground. A place he was not at all familiar with, with the intention of finally turning him. Gepard watched as the other man hit a sharp corner laughing to himself like he was about to be caught. As cocky as he may have been, Gepard was smarter since he decided that the other alleyway seemed to have a passageway that would let him cut the blue-haired man off. He took the turn getting ready to confront his escapee when he quickly realized something. The alleyway he had taken was a dead end. “Well, well, well look what we've got here. Looks like someone is a little “caught up” if I do say do myself.” Sampo Koski rounded the corner, clapping slowly as his blue hair fell messily into his eyes and sweat dripped down the sides of his face. He looked a mess from all the chasing, and Gepard knew he mus have looked no better. He could feel the sweat cooling on his forehead and the heat that encompassed his cheeks. He was angry and frustrated for sure. For all that chasing he just did, he would have nothing to show for it since he was the one now cornered. “Nothin’ to say Geppie?” the man pouted and tilted his head before smirking once the blonde rolled his eyes and let out a frustrated huff. “Just leave then, why do you even bother?” He tried a stern approach, but given his situation Sampo was the only one who had any power at the moment. He watched as the blue haired male stalked over to him, a hand under his jaw as if he was contemplating what to answer with. He was slightly taller than the blonde himself which was all the more embarrassing given their swapped positions. Gepard really should be running right now. The blondes eyebrows furrowed when Sampo continued to stalk closer until he backed himself up against a brick wall to further escape the taller. This proved to be irrelevant, however, when the taller man pressed himself directly up against Gepard. The two now sharing the same breaths as Sampo pressed his chest against the other. “W-what are you doing? Back up!” Gepard felt the warm heat of the other's body radiate onto himself. He glanced up, his cheeks flushed red as he watched Sampo stare at the other while wearing that shit-eating grin of his. He was enjoying their swapped position. “Y’know Geppie, my friend. With our power imbalance it was always you chasing me down.” he shivered as he felt the bigger man lean in and press his warm lips against his ear. “How would you feel if I did the chasing?” Gepard felt his heart beating out his chest as he tried to control his breathing and slow everything down. God forbid Sampo actually recognized he had any sort of physical reaction to him. He would only find a way to exploit that. Unfortunately for Gepard, he was much too obvious. Sample pulled back, his eyes now lidded and had grown darker. “Oh, you like that?” he teased, and honestly Gepard wanted to fire back but he felt like if he spoke with their close proximity he might just— Sampo placed his knee between Gepard’s legs and pressed upwards, the latter let out a low moan before covering half his face in embarrassment. Just what did Sampo think he was doing? The man chuckled and licked his lips before grabbing ahold of the blondes wrist, pulling it away from his red face and locking it behind his back with just one hand. Gepard struggled against his grip bug to no avail. It was like his body had completely given up while under the spell that was Sampo. How embarrassing. “Let me go—ah!” the blonde let out a loud moan when the mans free hand had been placed against his crotch. All his previous embarrassment vanishing once he started to roll his hips into the mans body, scrambling for any sort of relief. He hadn't touched himself in forever, and if he was being honest this somehow felt way better. Gepard let out little whimpers as he felt the pressure let up, his face not bright red and sweating and he made sure to keep his head down. He couldn't bear looking at the other. “Look at me baby.” Sampo noticing this gripped his chin and tilted his head up lightly before he leaned in and began kissing the other deeply. He let his tongue run along the inside of the mother warms mouth, then letting out a groan of his own before he pulled away, a trail of spit connecting the two. Sampo stared at the now wrecked blonde before deciding just what he wanted to do. “Get on your knees.” He demanded. Gepard blinked at the blue haired male before flushing red and struggling against his grip. “Are you insane, we–we’re I’m public and besides I’ve never even—mmh!” Gepard went quiet when he felt the other lean back in and kiss his another time, this time more desperate than the last, pulling out even more whimpers from the blonde before he licked the other man’s lips and was slowly pushed onto the ground without even noticing. Upon losing contact with the blue haired male, he glared at his position before deciding that if he could distract the male enough he could maybe even escape the underground without being dragged embarrassingly back up to the surface where he’d have to explain to his subordinates why he had returned without the criminal. So he got to work. He unbuckled the man’s pants and pulled down his underwear, nearly being hit in the face with the other males long cock. Gepard eyes the thing, it was thick…way too thick. He wasn’t even sure if it would fit, but he had to try. With a look of determination and Sampo running a hand through his hair encouragingly, he licked the tip slightly. He had never serviced anyone, but that didn’t mean he didn’t think of it often. The tip was slightly salty and heavy, it was different but Gepard thought that it actually felt nice. He wrapped his lips around the whole thing, coaching a deep moan out of the other man above him. Not one to disappoint, he takes the whole thing deeper, nearly gagging on the width but feeling accomplished once he got the other man feeling good. “That’s it, take it deeper. Mmm–just like that. You’re doing so well.” His deep voice grumbled out, seemingly full of pleasure. Gepard almost felt embarrassed at how hard that got him under his uniform. Not that he thought about it before, but he didn’t expect Sampo to be a dirty talker. The more he thought about it though, the more it made since. Sampo jerked his cock further down the letters throat making him choke out a moan that sent waves of pleasure down the man’s spine. He grinded in and out slowly, praising Gepard with each bit he took and making sure the other man felt comfortable. “Mmm, gonna–gonna cum do you want me to—“ Before Sampo could suggest that he’d pull out, Gepard sucked even harder and gripped the man’s base making him cum in roped down the others throat with a strangled grunt. Before the blonde could even stand up, Sampo grabbed his wrists and pulled him up and pressed his front against the brick wall, then grabbing his hips and sticking them out. Gepard let out a whimper, being entirely too sensitive from not having any release yet. “What are you doing?” His voice sounded wrecked but he could still speak with no trouble. Fortunately that was about to change. Sampo made quick work of undoing the bottom half of the mans uniform, revealing his perky bottom to anyone who happened to pass by. Gepard let out a pleasured yell when he felt a warm tongue spread between his bottom, licking his hole in a filthy manner that left spit dripping down the sides of his legs. He could barely hold himself upright as the man worked between his thighs while he let out barely concealed moans. He had his hand covering his mouth, his dignity had fallen apart a while ago but his reputation was still intact. If anyone were to stumbled upon the two while they were basically having sex in public, Gepard isn’t sure what he would do. But right now he couldn’t think straight. “Ah—mmm Sampo please please, I want to—“ The other man slapped his cheeks omce making him jerk out a cry. “Tell me what you want baby, anything.” Gepard let out a whine, “please let me cum—ah!” The blue haired man wrapped is hands around the man’s cock and jerked it for a moment then letting the blonde male spill all over his hands with a cry. He heard Sampo chuckled before he turned around, then placing his fingers in his mouth and licking off the remains before placing a kiss on his lips. Gepard gasped at the imagery, his face impossibly red as he scrambled for the clothes that had been removed during their moment. Making it a point to still confront the other about his crimes, he turned around after getting dressed only to see a flash of blue disappearing behind the brick wall. “See ya later Geppie!” He heard the man yell. Gepard face palmed and groaned to himself. Now how was he supposed to find his way out of this place?

Third time's the charm.

['Shiroyasha4717']

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), Natasha (Honkai: Star Rail)

Explicit Sexual Content, Blow Jobs, Rough Sex, Flirting, Eventual Romance, Top Gepard/Bottom Sampo (Honkai: Star Rail)

English

2023-05-05

Completed

2023-05-05

9,295

1/1

17

1,155

120

13,955

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[]

The Captain trudged through the snow, boots crunching through the frozen ground as he vigilantly surveyed his surroundings. The air was freezing cold, and his breath was coming out in small white puffs in front of him, yet he was used to the harsh conditions. He had been on patrol alone for an hour or so now at the Snow Plains on the outskirts of the city, and was about to wrap things up. Alone, because ever since the Overworld and the Underworld reunited, the guard had been busier than ever before, yet someone still needed to patrol the outskirts daily, so Gepard volunteered himself. Better him than a rookie, after all. As he walked through the narrow path and into the broader area back towards the city’s entrance however, he suddenly felt a sense of unease wash over him. He couldn’t quite put his finger on it, but something definitely felt off. Just as he was about to turn back, he heard a loud, thunderous growl from behind him. Quickly spinning around, he saw a massive creature looming over him, unlike anything he had ever seen before while on patrol on this area. It stood well over twice his own size, deformed and armored in the color of pure azure ice. Definitely a bad sign, he thought as he brought forth the guitar case he wielded as a shield. As he raised it, his hunch quickly turned into a reality, seeing the creature lunge forth towards him with a gust of ice-like power. His strength wouldn’t be effective, and he had no backup today to aid him tear down this monster’s weakness. Nonetheless, that did not mean Gepard would back down. Risking his life to protect the city and citizens of Belobog was much more personal to him than simply doing his duty. The Fragmentum monster lunged at him once more, claws slashing through the frigid air. He swiftly dodged aside and narrowly avoided the entirety of its attack, yet it seems that it still managed to graze him as he felt blood trickle down his cheek. ‘’Curses..’’ He mumbled, repositioning himself as he haphazardly wiped his cheek with a gloved hand. His frustration was quickly turning into desperation, even while refusing to back down. This monster was dangerously close to the city, he couldn’t afford to leave it alone to retrieve reinforcements. Which meant he would have to battle it, until one of them fell. And Gepard did not plan on falling today.     The man emerged from the small, well-hidden shed, feeling the chill of the snow on his cheeks as he stepped out once more into the open air. Said shed was concealed behind a large boulder, tucked away from the prying eyes of citizens and guards alike, and he’d just finished stashing away a few boxes of ‘merchandise’, aka quite illegal goods to later deliver to the Underworld. As he dusted himself off and began walking the path back to the city, he heard the all too familiar sounds of a scuffle in the distance ahead. With curiosity piquing, he carefully made his way towards the source of the noise, moving cautiously so as to not alert anyone to his presence. As he approached however, he saw Gepard, the Captain of the Silvermane Knights, engaged in battle with a monstrous creature he had never seen before. He ducked behind a nearby rock, thankful he managed to stay hidden from view. After all, there was a warrant for his arrest, the number of times he and the Captain engaged in a cat-and-mouse chase was beyond hundreds by now. He scratched his cheek with a frown, clicking his tongue as he peeked from the rock to observe the fight. He thought about leaving the captain to his fate, he had to admit. It was tempting to finally get the man off his back for good, it would make his life and business alike a lot smoother. Yet as he watched Gepard struggle against the monster, barely able to inflict weak blows on it since it still had its guard up, his conscience got the better of him. He couldn’t simply stand there and watch him perish out in the snow like this. When he sees the monster knock the Captain to the ground and tower over him as it prepares a possibly deadly blow, he emerges from behind the rock, running towards it while somehow managing not to slip onto the frozen ground. He brings forth his weapon and charges, slicing the monster’s guard away, satisfied at the realization that it’s weak to the wind element as he suspected. Gepard, shocked to see him, quickly gets back on his feet as he steps in front of the other man. ‘’Koski?’’ He asks over his shoulder without turning around. ‘’What are you doing here?’’ ‘’Oh, uh, it’s a lovely day today Captain! Just out for a stroll, stretching my legs, yep. Heard the commotion and thought I’d lend a hand, you know, as the upstanding citizen that I am!’’ He grins with a nervous chuckle, and even while staring at the man’s armored back he can feel the frown on the Captain’s face. To say that Gepard is utterly not convinced is a major understatement, yet he has no time to ponder over the man’s intentions as he sees the monster lunge toward Sampo. He quickly pushes him aside, and brings forth a wall of pure crystalized ice to protect them both. The creature’s attacks are ineffective, at least for now, but as they’ve both been through their fair share of battles by now, they know that even a single moment can change the tides. Without words, Gepard taunts the monster to focus its attention on him, while Sampo moves around it with astonishing agility. Seizing the perfect timing, Sampo jumps forth and lands a devastating hit to the monster’s back, shattering through its armor and dealing the finishing blow at the very end. Both men stand panting, sweat dripping down their foreheads and soft, fluffy slow piling up atop of their hair as they finally attempt to catch their breath. Gepard glances towards Sampo, still suspicious over his sudden appearance, yet he knows better than to not address what just happened, he was raised with proper manners, after all. ‘’Thank you for your help, you truly saved my life back there.’’ He admits, offering a short bow of his head in gratitude. Sampo’s eyebrows rise to his hairline, yet the smile upon his lips never falters. ‘’Aw, don’t mention it Geppie! Couldn’t just stand by and watch you get yourself killed could I? What would Belobog do without our dear Captain?’’ He raised a hand, patting the snow away from his own hair before dusting off his clothes. ‘’Well then, hate to cut this short, but I’m kinda running late, so-‘’ He felt an iron grip grab him from behind by his collar, effectively rooting him from taking even a single further step. ‘’Hold it right there Koski, you’re still under arrest.’’ Sampo turned around with his best attempt at a pitiful expression. ‘’But for what?’’ He whined. ‘’Helping the Knights is a crime now?’’ ‘’You know that’s not what I mean!’’ Gepard scowled, letting go of the man when he was certain he wouldn’t attempt to bolt out of there. ‘’Your warrant didn’t magically disappear just by you helping me.’’ ‘’Ah right, the warrant..’’ He chuckled, fingers fiddling with each other awkwardly. ‘’Say.. we’re friends right?’’ Sampo quickly continued the second he saw the Captain pursing his lips to form the word ‘no’, ‘’How about you let me off the hook just this one, yeah? Seeing I lent you a hand and all! I really can’t get arrested today, I’m needed elsewhere you see!’’ Gepard’s frown deepened, his sense of duty clashing with knowing full well he now owed the man for saving his life. ‘’I have my duty to uphold, Koski. I can’t just let a known criminal walk free, even if you did help me out there. And frankly, hearing you say you’re needed elsewhere only doubles my suspicions.’’ He exclaimed as he crossed his arms in front of his chest. Sampo smiled, shifting his weight from one foot to the other, clearly uncomfortable with the situation. ‘’Come now, Geppie, you know me!’’ He teased, attempting to use his charm to diffuse the tension. ‘’I’m never up to anything bad! Well, too bad at least.’’ The Captain sighed, running a hand through his hair. This was going nowhere, there was no point trying to get answers out of this man. ‘’..Fine.’’ He eventually relented. ‘’I will.. I’ll let you go this time. But in return, you have to tell me what you plan on doing today. I need to have a clear conscience that I’m not letting you go just for you to cause more trouble.’’ Sampo hesitates momentarily, the cogs in his mind racing to come up with a convincing answer on the spot. ‘’Just meeting a friend! Haven’t seen ‘em in a while, quick meeting, nothing to worry about!’’ To say that Gepard didn’t look convinced would be an understatement, but he knew he couldn’t keep Sampo there any longer without a solid reason. ‘’..Alright.’’ He begrudgingly said. ‘’You’re free to go. Just this once.’’ Sampo beamed, flashing his signature grin once more. ‘’See, I knew you had a soft spot for me somewhere in there!” He patted the man affectionately on the back a couple of times, only to quickly retrieve his hand when he saw Gepard’s frown deepen. ‘’Aaanyway, I will go now, see you around Captain! Preferably not chasing after me!’’ With a wink, he began to stroll leisurely towards the city entrance, fully relishing the fact that for a little while he was a free man. ‘’I’ll be keeping an eye on you, Koski!’’ He heard Gepard call out after him. ‘’Don’t stare too long, I might get shy!’’ He called back over his shoulder, only to see the blonde abruptly flush at his words, cheeks that were already red from the cold deepen several shades further. Now that was an interesting reaction. How come he hadn’t noticed the Captain was one to get embarrassed easily? No matter, Sampo smirked, stroking his chin in thought as he closed the gates behind him. He filed that piece of information somewhere in his mind, certain it would end up being very handy in their future altercations. Said altercations, unfortunately, arrived a whole lot faster than Sampo had anticipated. The same day once the sun set, he made his way back towards the little hidden shed in the outskirts to retrieve the ‘merchandise’. Only to be met with a flashlight shining at his face the second he placed his hand on the doorknob. ‘’Hands up.’’ Aeons above, there was no way this was happening. Raising a hand to shield his squinted eyes from the light, he was able to make out the silhouettes of Gepard and two Silvermane Knights by his sides standing nearby. He froze in place, completely caught off guard. He didn’t expect he’d be caught again so soon, especially not by the very same man who just let him go hours earlier. Yet by the look of things, Sampo had been utterly duped. The stern faces of the Captain and the Knights alike told Sampo that this was not going to be a very pleasant encounter. ‘’Koski.’’ Gepard growled with evident displeasure, eyes narrowed as he stared him down. Sampo tried to play it cool, attempting to hide his fear with a signature cocky smile. ‘’Well, well, well, if it isn’t my favourite Captain and his loyal knights!’’ He exclaimed, voice laced with false confidence. ‘’What can I do for you tonight?’’ ‘’Cut the act.’’ Gepard said, clearly not amused. ‘’We have reasonable suspicion to believe you’re conducting illegal trading. You’re under arrest.’’ His voice was firm and unwavering, professional to the core. Sampo couldn’t believe it, he had been so sure that he had managed to cover all of his tracks tonight. ‘’Now, now, what are you talking about? I’m just here to meet a friend, didn’t I tell you?’’ He replied, his voice slightly trembling despite his best attempts to play it off. The Captain’s expression however remained stoic. ‘’Right, a friend. Care to tell me more about that?’’ Sampo’s mind raced as he saw the Knights shift upon their feet, clearly expecting him to bolt out of there at any moment. He had made up that friend excuse earlier, but never cared to think up any more details since it had worked so easily. ‘’Uh, yeah. She’s probably running late or something.’’ ‘’And where is she now?’’ Gepard questioned, raising an eyebrow. Sampo stuttered, realizing he had dug himself into a hole and only kept going deeper. ‘’Um, I’m not sure. Maybe she got lost! You know how women are.’’ He laughed, trying to sound casual. Gepard was once more, not convinced, eyes darting from the man in front of him to the shed right behind him. ‘’Search it.’’ He ordered the knights. Sampo’s heart raced as he watched the knights quickly approach the shed. The items inside were not stolen as they expected, yet they were still very much illegal possessions. If they found them he would be in big trouble, and he was already running late as it is, he had to transport this to the Underworld urgently. With cold sweat breaking out on his forehead, he suddenly recalled the events of earlier today, and a not-so-bright idea flashed in his mind. An idea that could either go really well, or terribly bad. But it was his best shot at making it out of this mess tonight. He slowly approached Gepard and softly cleared his throat, before speaking with a voice dripping with seduction. ‘’Captain, please.’’ He begged, emerald eyes locked onto Gepard’s azure ones. ‘’I can explain everything, but I need you to do me a favor here first.’’ The man’s expression softened ever so slightly, but he was still hesitant nonetheless. ‘’Do you not understand your position at this moment? What sort of favor?’’ Sampo took a step closer to Gepard, his body practically touching his. ‘’Could we be alone for a moment, mm? I promise to tell you everything, but I really can’t do it with your knights around.’’ He elaborated, voice low and sultry. Gepard’s face flushed at the sudden intimacy, but quickly regained his composure. ‘’You want me to trust a wanted criminal and send them off?’’ Sampo ignored him, leaning even closer, lips almost brushing against the blonde’s ear. ‘’Please, Captain.’’ He whispered. ‘’I can explain it all. Just a few minutes alone, that’s all I ask for.’’ The Captain hesitated for a moment, eyes flickering between Sampo and his knights. Against his better judgment he sighed, finally making a decision. ‘’You better not try anything.’’ He said, motioning for his knights to step back. ‘’Oh, I’ll be good, don’t you worry!” Sampo grinned triumphantly as he saw the knights exchange a silent look, yet obey their Captain and back away, giving the two men some privacy. ‘’Go on, then.’’ Sampo was relieved that his seduction tactic had miraculously worked, but as he began leading Gepard inside the shed, he quickly realized he had to come clean to him and pray for the best, lest he wanted a manhunt for his head tonight. Plus if he had to admit, he did feel a little bad about lying further to the Captain, especially after he somehow trusted him twice today already. Guiding him inside, he approached the corner of the shed, where Gepard could see four box grates stacked atop of each other, plain brown and unremarkable. Sampo reached for a crowbar discarded nearby onto the floor, using it to pry open one of the boxes. After a sigh, he gestured for the blonde to take a look with a nod of his head. Inside, Gepard could see numerous bottles and packages of medicine, pills and bandages of all types and sizes. He frowned, turning to Sampo. ‘’Is this stolen?’’ He immediately asked, voice cold and filled with accusation. Yet Sampo quickly shook his head, hands raised up in an innocent gesture. ‘’Nope, not stolen, I promise. I paid good money for them! They’re uh..’’ He sighed again, a hand rubbing away at his own nape. ‘’They’re damaged products, you see, containers that sustained minor damages during transit. They can’t be sold off, sooo.. the clinics in the Overworld sell them to the Underworld at a discount. That’s how we get our medicine!’’ Gepard was speechless, eyes flickering between the contents of the crates and the man standing next to him. His frown deepens as he averts his eyes, knowing full well this time Sampo is not lying to him. His initial assessment of the Underworld situation was far too optimistic, he realizes, especially since he had never been down there himself. The reunification of the two parts of Belobog clearly wouldn’t solve all of the Underworld’s problems over a mere week, and its people were still very much suffering down there. ‘’This.. is still very illegal, you are aware.’’ Sampo kneeled by his side, pleading with him once more. ‘’Please, turn a blind eye. I wouldn’t be begging you here if this was about any other business, you know that! Sampo Koski has his pride! But I need to deliver these to Miss Natasha, she’s the only doctor living in the Underworld, and she still has numerous patients to treat down there.’’ Unsure of how to act, his mind involuntarily traced back to his childhood, recalling how back then he used to play with kids from the Underworld, much to his father’s anger and dismay. How apart from their torn-apart clothes, and their slightly dirty faces, there was really no difference between them. And how now more than ever before, he could actually stand against this injustice he had been taught to ignore and allow to fester. ‘’..Very well. I’ll send the guards away, you’re free to go.’’ Sampo beamed, breathing a sigh of relief. ‘’See, I knew you had a heart in there! Thank you, my friend!’’ ‘’But.’’ ‘’B-But?’’ ‘’But I will come with you to deliver these. I cannot trust you completely, I’m sure you’re well aware.’’ He glared at the man’s cat-like smirk of agreement. ‘’But since you’ve been honest with me, or at least I hope you have, it should be alright for me to tag along, right?’’ ‘’That’s fine, no problem by me! You’ll uh, stand out like a sore thumb down there, but I’m sure it’ll be fine! Underworlders have grown more used to seeing the guards lately after all.’’ ‘’I’ll let my men know to retreat, and I’ll come help carry these.’’ Gepard nodded, conflicted, but knowing that he had made the right decision. As he watched the guards walk away and lifted half the crates into his arms, he couldn’t help but wonder over the future held for the two parts of Belobog. The reunion had brought them together, but for nothing but in name. There was still, so, so much work to be done, in order to truly ensure a better future for everyone. And this was but a small start.     As they stepped off the stairs and onto the dimly lit streets of the Underworld, Gepard couldn’t help but feel a sense of shock and astonishment alike. He had heard all sorts of rumors and stories about the Underworld, yet seeing it firsthand with his own eyes was an entirely different experience. The buildings were all ragged and seemingly on the verge of collapse, streets dirty and littered with trash. The citizens were giving them curious looks as they walked by, most likely surprised to see the Captain of the guard down there in flesh and blood. He nodded towards them as they walked by, trying his best to appear friendly and approachable. He couldn’t help but notice the pain and tiredness evident in their faces, expressions haggard and worn, a stain of the suffering they had endured for decades that would most likely never truly disappear. ‘’Here we are, watch your step now!’’ Sampo called out ahead of him, and Gepard carefully walked the few steps up towards the entrance of a large building, the lit sign above its large doors spelling out ‘Natasha’s Clinic’. Hearing cheers and laughter, he turned his head to the left before entering, seeing a group of small children run around chasing each other in excitement. They all noticed him staring eventually, and very shyly offered him a small wave. His expression softened at that, offering back a smile with a nod of his head before finally entering the clinic. The room was large enough, yet featured very little furniture. Four or five patients’ beds and a few round and rectangle tables, almost all of them decorated with various empty and half-empty containers of medicine and equipment alike. But despite these conditions, the clinic was bustling with activity, with all the beds filled and even a few patients seated on chairs. A tall, elegant woman was in the middle of treating them as they arrived, who he assumed to be Natasha, the doctor. ‘’Heya, Nat! I’m here, as promised!’’ Sampo called out, placing the crate aside in a corner of the room, instructing Gepard to do the same with the ones he was holding. The woman didn’t turn to face them as she was occupied with an injection, but they could see her smile as she leaned down. ‘’Thank you for your work, Sampo. I was afraid you wouldn’t make it since you mentioned stumbling upon the Knights earlier tod-‘’ That was when she raised her head with a smile, and finally realized that Sampo hadn’t come alone. Her eyes flickered between the two men, her calm demeanor slightly wavering. ‘’Captain.. Gepard, right?’’ The blonde nodded, offering a courteous bow in greeting as per Knight standards. ‘’Good evening Doctor, it is a pleasure to meet you.’’ ‘’Likewise..’’ Natasha nodded politely, yet still glanced towards Sampo who seemed to simply observe them for a few seconds, before noticing her pleading look for an explanation. ‘’Oh, don’t worry about him Nat! Our kindhearted Geppie here offered to help me bring these over.’’ Sampo laughed, patting the blonde’s back a few times. ‘’He knows about the uh, the stuff, it’s fine.’’ Natasha turned to Gepard, who offered a short nod in agreement. ‘’I understand the situation is still dire here in the Underworld, I wouldn’t dare deprive the citizens of life-saving medication. My lips are sealed Miss Natasha, you have nothing to worry about. There will be no report over Sampo’s dealings. For today, at least.’’ He mumbled, prying the man’s hand away from his back. The doctor visibly relaxed at that, taking a seat by a patient’s side. ‘’Thank you, Gepard. And thank you for keeping an eye out for this little rascal. Someone needs to put him in his place now and then.’’ ‘’Don’t give him ideas Nat!’’ Sampo laughed, once more noticing the Captain visibly flush with the corner of his eye. ‘’Boy, you sure are shy huh?’’ ‘’I-‘’ ‘’Anyways!” Sampo turned to Natasha with a grin. ‘’We’ll be taking our leave now, Nat. Don’t wanna keep you away from work any longer!’’ ‘’Thank you both again for your help. Take care on your way.’’ Natasha nodded in farewell with a smile. Once they were outside, Gepard let out a sigh before turning towards the other man. ‘’I must admit Koski, I.. may have judged your character too harshly.’’ ‘’Huh?’’ Sampo’s smile falters for a second as both his eyebrows rose in surprise. ‘’I even told my sister to stay away from you.. Yet I can see even you have a good side to you. Helping the citizens is a praiseworthy thing, something everyone, not just us Knights should strive towards. Even though I still cannot agree with your other dealings. I will continue to do my best to stop you, but I wanted to say I do see you in a different light now.’’ Sampo was momentarily stunned by the sudden confession. ‘’Well, well, well, look at you, Captain! Didn’t think I’d ever hear words of praise from you! I guess you’re not all bad either after all!’’ Gepard gave a soft smile at that. ‘’I suppose we both have our moments.’’ ‘’Especially when you’re off duty.’’ Sampo’s voice took on a flirty tone as he spoke, eyebrows slightly wiggling with each word. ‘’It’s like a whole different side of you comes out.’’ His eyes flickered over Gepard’s form, lingering a moment longer than strictly necessary. Not that he minded, of course, his new hobby of teasing the blonde was proving more and more fun with each time. Gepard couldn’t help but feel a little flustered at the sudden shift in Sampo’s behavior. He coughed into his fist, attempting to regain his composure. ‘’I’m still the Captain of the Guard, whether on duty or not. It’s important to maintain a certain level of decorum and professionalism. ‘’Of course, of course!’’ Sampo chuckled, a sound like warm honey. ‘’But there’s nothing wrong with letting loose a little, you know? Life’s too short to be serious all the time!” The Captain found himself nodding at that, despite the fluttering in his stomach. The man did have a point, strolling around the Underworld tonight was more relaxing of an experience than he anticipated. It was easy to get bogged down in the weight of responsibility that fell upon his shoulders, he couldn’t even remember the last time he could simply take his time and enjoy even something as simple as a walk. Before he could open his mouth and respond, he noticed a group of angry men approach them, shouting and waving their arms. Gepard frowned, realizing that they were probably citizens of the Underworld, evidently very upset over something. ‘’What seems to be the issue here?’’ Gepard demanded, stepping forward before the situation escalated. One of the men turned to face him, expression twisted in anger. ‘’It’s this guy!’’ He spat, a finger pointing at Sampo who raised his hands up in self-defense with an innocent smile. ‘’He scammed us out of our money, this damn conman! I should have known better than do business with this rascal!’’ Sampo laughed as he slowly took a step back. ‘’Hey hey, calm down! I did deliver your products, did I not? Whether or not the price was slightly inflated isn’t my problem now is it!’’ ‘’Slightly?!’’ Gepard’s frustration was palpable as he turned around towards Sampo, his voice low and serious. ‘’Is this true? Are you really taking advantage of these people?’’ The pair of emerald eyes was anywhere but on the Captain. ‘’Look, it’s not that simple! Sometimes you have to do what you can to survive in this world!” ‘’That’s no excuse!’’ Gepard shook his head in disbelief. ‘’You can’t simply scam people out of their money, I won’t stand for it!” Sampo let out a bitter laugh at that. ‘’Oh please, Geppie, you’re not that innocent yourself! Up until a week ago you didn’t really care what went on down here, did you? Unlike you, I’ve been doing something to help! Whether or not I’m making a little extra profit on the side isn’t the point!’’ ‘’That’s enough!’’ Gepard felt his anger boiling over. Of course, the moment he began letting his guard down around this man he had to raise it back up, so much for trying to trust him a little. ‘’I won’t let you use excuses for your criminal behavior. You’re coming with me.’’ Sampo slowly grinned, a wild gleam in his eyes. ‘’Yeah, about that.. You might have to catch me first! Gentlemen, Sampo Koski bids you farewell!” And with a tip of his head, he took off running. Gepard’s frustration mounted and with a growl he sprinted after him, watching Sampo laugh while they bolted down the narrow alleys, weaving through crowds of pedestrians and darting around all sorts of obstacles in the way. Sampo was agile and fast, but Gepard was determined, chasing after him with unyielding persistence. The sounds of their footsteps echoed off the surrounding buildings, bouncing back and forth in a loud chaotic rhythm. Meanwhile Sampo taunted the blonde as he ran, voice teasing and playful, which only fueled Gepard’s determination to catch him all the more. They turned down alleyway after alleyway, walls closing in around them until they finally reached an opening, arriving upon Rivet Town. The once-bustling neighborhood now lay in silent ruins, a ghost city abandoned due to the corruption of the Fragmentum. Racing through the empty streets, the only sounds ringing in their ears were those of their ragged breaths, along with their footsteps stomping down the broken concrete road. Sampo’s stamina was waning, and Gepard could feel himself gaining ground. Finally, with a burst of energy, he managed to tackle the man, pinning him against a metal fence and glaring at him with a fierce look in his eyes. His grip tightened on Sampo’s wrists, forcing him to face him directly. ‘’Now what?’’ He asked, voice stern and unyielding. Sampo’s face broke into a sly smile, once more attempting to weasel his way out of the situation. ‘’Just thought we could use a little exercise!’’ He said with a laugh. Seeing the blonde’s expression remain stern, clearly in no mood for humor, he realized he had to try a different approach. And what better than his newly-discovered secret weapon? He leans closer to the other man, with his voice sultry and sweet. ‘’You know, this position isn’t so bad.’’ He purred, eyes locking onto Gepard’s. The Captain’s cheeks naturally flushed with embarrassment at the sudden comment, just like he expected. ‘’Cut it out, Sampo!” He took a step back, but Sampo was not about to let him off the hook just yet. He leans forward, lips grazing Gepard’s ear as he whispers something that caused the man’s breath to hitch. The flustered Captain tries to back away once more, but Sampo grabs his arm, pulling him closer until their bodies are flushed together. ‘’What’s the matter Captain? Don’t like being this close to a criminal like myself?’’ He whispers, his voice low and seductive. Gepard swallows hard, his eyes flickering between Sampo’s lips and the broad chest flushed up against his own. He knows full well he should be arresting this man, preferably right now, but he can’t seem to think straight when he’s this close to him. ‘’S-Stop this, Koski.’’ He says, attempting to sound stern yet his voice comes out as a shaky whimper. Sampo just laughs, the sound sending shivers down Gepard’s spine. ‘’But why?’’ He whines, his hand slipping up the blonde’s arm, fingertips gently kneading the muscles. ‘’I like seeing you all hot and bothered.’’ Gepard takes another step back, trying to put some distance between them, but Sampo follows him. "Seriously, Sampo," he says, his voice a little stronger this time. "What are you doing? You know I could arrest you for this." He receives a grin in reply, emerald eyes sparkling with mischief. ‘’I’m just having a little fun, relax! No harm done, right?’’ Gepard narrows his eyes, knowing full well that Sampo's actions are anything but harmless. He had been chasing after this man for weeks, and finally catching him after letting him go not once, but twice in a row, was not a moment he intended to waste on idle flirtation. But even as he tries to hold his ground, his mind is betraying him, clouded by the tantalizing proximity of Sampo's body. The criminal seems to sense his weakness, and he steps even closer, with him now trapping Gepard against the fence instead. "Don't pretend you don't like it," he murmurs, his lips grazing the other man's neck. "I can feel how much you want me." Gepard's breath hitches, his hands balling into fists at his sides. He wants to push Sampo away, to shout at him, to do anything to regain control of the situation, but his body is betraying him. He can feel his pulse racing, his skin growing hot, and he knows that Sampo can sense it too. ‘’Say Captain.. How about I cut you a deal? I don’t expect you to let me go a third time just like that, so..’’ He wraps his arms around Gepard’s waist and can feel him tense up, but he doesn’t let go. Instead he runs his hands up and down his back, feeling the muscles tense and relax under his touch. His fingers trace gentle patterns over the fabric of his uniform, and Sampo can feel the heat emanating from his body. ‘’Maybe I should do a little something in return for you?’’ He says, lips brushing against the skin behind the man’s ear. Gepard shivers at the touch, and he can feel his resolve weakening. He can feel heat rising in his cheeks, acutely aware of the warm broad body pressed up against his own. He deeply inhales, his best attempt at steadying himself. ‘’Sampo, you need to stop this.’’ He says, voice barely more than a mere whisper. ‘’This is.. this is inappropriate.’’  Sampo laughs at that, his breath hot against the blonde’s ear. ‘’Inappropriate?’’ He asks, hands still caressing the man’s back. ‘’I think it’s just what we both need.’’ He leans in, pressing his lips against the side of Gepard’s neck, and the Captain can feel his knees start to go weak. ‘’Sampo, I-‘’ Gepard started, but was immediately cut off as Sampo’s lips crashed into his own in a fierce kiss. His hands still roamed over Gepard’s body, exploring as he so wished while he deepened the kiss. Gepard moaned into Sampo’s mouth, hands clutching at the other’s shoulders as he tightly closed his eyes. Finally, they broke apart, gasping for air as they looked at each other with lust-filled eyes. ‘’So, Captain.’’ Sampo purrs. ‘’Still planning to arrest me?’’ Receiving no reply from the visibly stunned man was a good sign in Sampo’s book, giving him the okay to go on with his plans. Dropping to his knees, his hands immediately went straight for the man’s belt, unbuckling it with swift and efficient moves. He can feel the man stiffen under his touch, so he looks up with mischief-filled eyes. ‘’Don’t worry, Captain. I promise to make it worth your while.’’ Without further warning, Sampo pulls Gepard’s pants and boxers down to his thighs, exposing the man’s already half-hard cock. His eyes light up at the sight, secretly satisfied that his charm seemed to work just as he wanted to, but also momentarily shocked at the size, taking a moment to run his eyes over it in admiration. He wraps his hand around it, giving it a gentle squeeze as he hears Gepard let out a low moan. ‘’You like that, don’t you?’’ Sampo whispers, his breath hot against his sensitive tip. He doesn’t need to wait for a reply, as he immediately takes the hardening cock into his mouth, eagerly sucking and licking at the flesh. Gepard moans loudly at that, raising a hand to cover his mouth in apparent shame, while his other one grips the fence behind him as he unconsciously leans into Sampo’s skilled mouth. He has never experienced anything like this before and cannot believe how good it feels, he knows that he should be putting a stop to it, yet he can’t bring himself to do it. Sampo is a master at what he does, expertly working Gepard’s cock with his lips and tongue. He takes him deep into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the head before pulling back out with a pop, teasing him with light licks on the tip. He can feel Gepard’s legs shake, and he knows it won’t be long before he comes. He can feel the blonde’s hands instinctively go to the back of his head, fingers threading through his hair as Gepard pushes his hips forward as the sounds of his moans and the wet slurping noises of Sampo’s skilled mouth echo around them.  Gepard cries out, his head falling back as he comes with a moan, spilling into Sampo’s mouth who silently swallows everything with eagerness and ease. Sampo's heart was pounding as he watched Gepard's face contort with pleasure, seeing the other man climax was a thrill like no other, and he felt himself growing hard just from the sight alone. But he knew better than to push his luck, and as Gepard came down from his high, Sampo stood up and wiped his mouth, turning to face the other man with a haphazard apology. "Well, I uh, better leave now that I repaid the favor of being let go," Sampo said, trying to keep his voice light and casual. ‘’See you around!’’ Gepard's eyes never left his body, and Sampo could see the hunger crystal clear in his gaze. He felt himself growing hard again at the thought of what else Gepard might want from him, but he knew it was best to leave things as they were and not bite off more than he could chew. But just as Sampo was about to turn and walk away, Gepard grabbed his arm and spun him around. Before he knew it, both of them were on the ground, with Gepard's hand behind Sampo's head to protect him from the impact. Sampo stared up in shock as Gepard loomed over him, his eyes blazing with desire. "We're not done yet," he growled, his voice low and dangerous. Sampo's heart pounded in his chest as he tried to catch his breath. He could feel Gepard's weight pressing down on him, utterly at the man’s mercy with their current positions. ‘’What.. what do you mean?’’ He asked, voice stuttering and barely above a whisper. The blonde leaned closer to his neck, planting open-mouthed kisses all the way up to his ear. ‘’I want more.’’ He demanded, voice thick with lust. ‘’I want to taste you, touch you, make you scream my name. You started this, now I’ll finish it.’’ Sampo’s cock twitched inside his pants at the vile words whispered by the prestigious and ever-so-stoic captain straight inside his ear, and he could feel the heat rising to his cheeks as he audibly swallowed a knot in his throat. Oh boy, was he in for a wild ride. Now it was Gepard’s turn to roam his hands over Sampo’s muscular body, exploring him as if he was a prize he just won. Sampo moaned as the blonde’s lips crashed into his own, tongues battling for dominance with Gepard’s easily coming out as the victor, which only made him harder as a result. The blonde pulled back from the kiss, a light smirk playing on his lips as he watched Sampo writhe beneath him. ‘’You like that, don’t you?’’ He mimicked his words from just earlier, before leaning down to take Sampo’s earlobe between his teeth. The man gasped as Gepard nibbled on it, sending shivers down his spine. His hands continued their exploration of Sampo’s body, unbuttoning his jacket and tracing the curves of his abs and the dips of his ever-so-sultry hipbones. With little hesitation he pushed down the man’s dark jeans before pulling them completely off, immediately wrapping a hand around Sampo’s now hard cock and giving it a tug. He felt it twitch in his hand, growing harder with every stroke, the sounds he elicited from the man sounding like music to his ears. With a wicked smirk he moved his hand faster, bringing him closer and closer to the edge. Sampo’s moans grew shameless and louder, pleasure building up until he couldn’t take it anymore. ‘’I’m gonna..’’ He panted, unable to finish his sentence. Gepard then pulled his hand away, leaving Sampo hanging on the edge of release. ‘’Not yet.’’ He whispered, voice low and husky. ‘’I want to see you beg for it.’’ Sampo groaned in frustration, and he could feel tears well up in his eyes, unable to deny the thrill of Gepard’s sudden turn of dominance. ‘’Please,’’ he begged, voice broken and licentious. ‘’Please make me come.’’ He heard the Captain chuckle as he noticed him lean down to abruptly take Sampo’s cock into his mouth. He cried out as Gepard swirled around the head, mercilessly teasing him. With every flick of his tongue, Sampo’s pleasure grew until he was on the brink of release. Just when he thought he couldn’t take it anymore, Gepard took him deep down his throat, sending him over the edge. Sampo’s hands clawed at the ground, body spasming with shock as he came into his mouth. He vaguely registered Gepard swallowing everything down as he lay there, panting and exhausted, but also feeling more alive than he had in a long time. He looked up at the blonde, who was smirking triumphantly down at him. ‘’I want more.’’ Gepard simply stated, before he easily manhandled Sampo around until his bare chest came into contact with the cold hard ground, feeling a tug as his nipples hardened at the rough sensation. ‘’Wait, wait wait wait-‘’ Sampo called out as he felt his bare ass raised up into the air, blindly reaching out a hand behind him that he was quickly forced to retrieve, so that he could support himself without crashing down face first. Gepard however had no time to hear any complaints, spreading Sampo’s cheeks apart, unable to hold back a groan at the sight of the puckered hole presented right before his very eyes. He leaned forward, tongue darting out to lap at the tight ring of muscle. Sampo moaned loudly, his back arching as he felt his toes curl up from the feeling. His mind was a blur of sensations, his body trembling with pleasure as Gepard’s tongue worked its way deeper inside him. He couldn’t believe how much he was enjoying this, how much he craved Gepard’s touch anywhere he could get it. As Gepard continued to lick and explore him, Sampo felt himself slowly losing his mind, unable to think of anything else but the tongue inside of him, and the way his body hummed with pure desire. Completely and utterly lost in the moment, his legs writhed and trembled in place, only to be halted by an iron grip on his hips. A small voice in the back of his mind couldn’t help but remark on the sudden change in Gepard’s behavior. He had gone from being so cold and aloof to utterly dominating, taking what he wanted without any regard for Sampo’s feelings or desires. And yet as he struggled with these conflicting emotions he couldn’t help but relish the feeling of being completely at the man’s mercy, he had pushed Gepard beyond his limits and he was now paying the price for it. A very, very, sweet price. He cried out as he felt the tongue being replaced with two fingers abruptly shoved inside and without warning, pressing right onto his most sensitive spot, making him see stars. He could feel his second orgasm quickly approaching, hands balling into fists he weakly pounded onto the ground. Gepard seemed to take notice of that as he suddenly backed away, wiping his mouth onto the back of his hand as he admired the sight of Sampo’s bright red hole clenching around nothing. ‘’..I’ll be putting it in, now.’’ He said, or more so announced, voice not leaving any room for counter-arguments. Not that Sampo had any, he was too busy trying to catch his breath and stay coherent over the whole ordeal. He flushed and clenched his teeth at the feeling of Gepard’s tip tapping lightly atop of his hole, before slowly yet steadily pushing its way inside, shaping Sampo’s insides into the perfect mould for his cock. Gepard let out a deep groan of pleasure as the tightness and warmth of Sampo’s body enveloped him completely. He slowly began to thrust, pulling out only to push back in, each time going a little deeper than the last. Sampo cried out, body shaking with the force of each thrust, feeling utterly helpless and at Gepard’s mercy, yet he didn’t care. All he wanted was to feel the blonde deep inside of him, fill him up completely and without care. Gepard’s movements were slow and deliberate at first, savoring the feeling of being inside the other. But soon his pace quickened, his thrusts became harder and faster. Sampo’s body responded in kind, his moans getting louder and more desperate with each moment that passed, tears streaming down his face and staining his jacket. As they moved together, the only sounds they could focus on was the slapping of skin against skin alongside their labored breathing. Once more without warning, Gepard spun Sampo around and pushed him flat onto the ground, the air knocked out of his lungs as his back hit the hard surface. He let out a grunt, but Gepard didn’t slow down his pace. He grabbed ahold of Sampo’s legs and pushed them up, spreading them apart as he continued to thrust inside him in earnest. Sampo’s moans grew louder and more desperate as Gepard pounded into him with increasing force, never failing to miss his prostate with each and every thrust. His eyes rolled back into his head as the pleasure consumed him, and he could barely even form coherent thoughts anymore. Every nerve in his body was on fire, every inch of his skin tingling with pure ecstasy. Gepard’s cock felt impossibly thick and hard inside of him, stretching him out in ways he had never experienced before. The blonde leaned down, capturing Sampo’s lips in a fierce kiss as he sucked on his tongue, before letting go only to lean down and take one of Sampo’s nipples into his mouth. He sucked on it harshly, teasing it with his tongue before flicking it with the tip and rolling it between his teeth, feeling Sampo arch his back as he moaned loudly, hands grasping around Gepard’s broad back with his nails leaving deep red marks alongside the pure white skin. As Gepard’s thrusts becomes even more frenzied, he hid his face into the crook of Sampo’s neck, nipping and licking at the sensitive skin, leaving countless marks as he feels his orgasm building. Judging by how Sampo wraps his legs around his waist to bring him flush up against him, he’s just as close as he is.  Unable to hold back any longer, his body tenses as he thrusts himself as deep as he can inside Sampo, and with his name on his lips his hips jerk and he spills deep inside of him. Sampo cries out in pleasure as he feels the warmth spreading inside of him, his own orgasm washing over him like a wave. They stay like that for a moment, panting and sweating against each other as they bask in their orgasm’s afterglow. Sampo vaguely registers Gepard pull out of him slowly as he feels his eyes get heavier and heavier, to the point where he is unable to keep them open any longer. And with that, he passes out, the last thing he remembers is a warm hand caressing his cheek and sweet words of praise whispered into his ear.     Feeling the morning sunlight wash down his face, Sampo slowly woke up, feeling his body sore and tender. He stretched out his arms, trying to relieve some of the tension in his muscles, before quickly realizing that he was lying in a large, comfortable bed in a large, unfamiliar room. He glances around in panic, wondering how in the Aeon’s name he had ended up here, but the memories of last night quickly rushed back to him in a vivid, overwhelming wave. Heat spreads across his face as he remembered everything that had happened between him and Gepard last night, how he was basically fucked stupid completely consumed by desire and passion alike. He was astonished with himself, at how he’d let himself simply accept the situation and willingly give himself up to the other man. As he sat up in the bed, he glanced around the room, taking in his surroundings. It was a large spacious bedroom, with high ceilings and tasteful decorations, some of which would fetch quite the price, he mentally noted. Everything was immaculately clean and well organized, a feeling of luxury and opulence that he’d never experienced before, making him feel impressed and intimidated alike. Just then the door to the bedroom opened, making him jump in place before he saw none other than Gepard slowly walk inside, dressed in just plain white pants and an unbuttoned white shirt. In his hands, he carried two steaming cups of what he smelled to be coffee. ‘’..Good morning.’’ Gepard greeted with a small smile, even while he bashfully avoided eye contact. He held out one of the cups to the other man before he spoke again. ‘’How are you feeling?’’ Sampo took the cup gratefully, taking a sip of the hot liquid. It was rich and strong, just the way he enjoyed it. ‘’Sore as hell.’’ He admitted with a laugh. ‘’But I’ll be right as rain.’’ Gerard nodded, taking a seat on the bed’s side next to the other man, eyes aimed towards the cup steaming between his palms. ‘’I.. I need to apologize for last night. I’m not sure what came over me, I’m sorry if I was too rough,’’ he said, and Sampo could see the sincerity in his azure eyes. ‘’I didn’t mean to hurt you, it.. it was my first time.’’ ‘’That, was your first time?!” Sampo yelled with a ludicrous expression. ‘’W-Was I inadequate..?’’ Gepard frowned, a tinge of apprehension in his tone. ‘’Inadequate?!’’ Sampo yelled out once more, rubbing an open palm across his face with a chuckle. ‘’You made the great Sampo Koski pass out from pleasure and you call yourself inadequate?’’ Gepard blushed at that with a smile, a genuine, warm expression that surprisingly made Sampo’s heart race. ‘’I’m glad. You did pass out last night, which I must admit, scared me terribly, so I brought you here. This is my home, and my parents’ estate.’’ Sampo looked around the room again, taking in the luxurious surroundings with fresh eyes, unable to help but feel a little overwhelmed by it all. "It's...well, it's beautiful," he said, feeling a little awed. Gepard chuckled, looking at him with fondness. "I'm glad you like it," he said, averting his eyes onto the red carpet decorating the floor. ‘’Would you.. would you like to stay for breakfast before leaving..? It will be just us, nothing to worry about.’’ Sampo’s eyebrows rose to his hairline as he watched the man’s cheeks tint red once more. ‘’If you’re busy I understand-‘’ ‘’Sure, I’ll stay. Far be it from me to deny a request from my dear Captain.’’ Sampo chuckled, eyes wrinkling at the corners from his broad smile. As he attempted to stand up and get dressed however, he soon realized he had completely underestimated the state of his sore body, almost falling over before he was easily caught in Gepard’s broad arms. ‘’Easy there, let me help you out.’’ ‘’What a gentleman!” Sampo beamed with a grin. ‘’Ah, remind me to get your number before I leave.’’ ‘’Y-You want my number?’’ Gepard bashfully asked. ‘’Why, you don’t feel like giving it to me?’’ Sampo asked with his best attempt at a pitiful expression. ‘’No, no, that’s.. not it. Look.’’ He said, guiding Sampo to sit on the bed’s side as he kneeled on the floor in front of him, taking both of the man’s hands into his palms. ‘’Last night.. I thought it was a mistake.’’ Seeing a flash of pain across Sampo’s expression, he quickly continued, his thumbs rubbing circles atop of the man’s hands to help him relax. ‘’But thinking it all over, I realize it wasn’t. I am..’’ He lightly coughed. ‘’I am quite attracted to you, more so than I had realized before.’’ ‘’You don’t say.’’ Sampo teased with a smirk which Gepard tried to ignore even as he once more flushed. ‘’I’d.. I’d like to take this seriously, with you I mean. If, of course, y-your feelings are mutual and yesterday wasn’t just.. you trying to weasel your way out of the law.’’ Sampo could easily discern the uncertainty with a hint of fear on Gepard’s expression while he awaited a reply, instantly making his heart throb with pain. ‘’No, see..’’ He sighed, running a hand through his hair. ‘’Well, I won’t lie, that was part of it at first. But, just like yourself, I suppose I realized that I myself am terribly attracted to you just as much. So, to sum things up, yes. I’d love to get to know you better, Captain.’’ He added with a wink, relishing the laugh of relief he elicited from the other man. ‘’I’m glad to hear that. Although.. it certainly won’t be easy, with me being the Captain and you being..’’ He gestured at him with an open hand. ‘’Well, you.’’ He frowned at Sampo batting his eyelids innocently. ‘’But, I am willing to try my best to make this work, I promise you that much.’’ Sampo found himself smiling fondly at those words. Over the past decade, his reputation had done nothing but two things for him, number one; bring in profits, number two; push people away from him. He had very few people he could even call his friends, and he would be lying if he didn’t admit he knew full well himself that most people simply tolerated his presence. To hear someone so wholeheartedly declare that they’re willing to do anything in their power for him.. It brought a feeling of joy and serenity to his heart he never thought he would experience. ‘’Who knows, dear Geppie, maybe I’ll even quit so you won’t have to worry! I was getting tired of it all either way, we’ll see, we’ll see!’’ He stood up with a laugh, and with the help of the blonde got dressed appropriately enough to leave the room for breakfast. ‘’Also riddle me this, how come you were so, ahem, talented, yesterday night, if it was your first time exactly, hm?’’ Gepard flushed at that, a finger idly scratching away at his own neck. ‘’You see uhm, Serval, she has quite the collection of literature of the.. erotic, nature. She has lend me quite a few of them over the years.’’ Sampo’s unamused look screamed of disbelief, until the realization slowly kicked in that Gepard was in fact, not joking. ‘’Wait, you’re serious? From books? What sort of books does this woman have?!” ‘’..Way too many.’’ Gepard mumbled as he guided Sampo through the hallways and into the dining room. ‘’We might have to give dear old Serval a visit after breakfast, hm? Now my curiosity is piqued to see those books with my own eyes, or else I won’t believe it!’’ Gepard laughed at that, daring to reach out a hand and lace his fingers with the other man’s. ‘’I don’t see why not. I’m sure her reaction to finding out about us will be amusing enough.’’ Sampo smirked at that, already imagining several of her potential reactions. ‘’Oh, I’m certain it will. A much better way to spend my morning than what I would normally do, I’ll tell you that much.’’ He exclaimed with a chuckle, as he gave Gepard’s warm hand a light squeeze filled with affection.

No Pictures

['rateatingraccoon']

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 & March 7th (Honkai: Star Rail)

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

I love dan heng, March is a menace, Head Injury, Hurt/Comfort, Subtle Romance, Fluff

English

2023-05-04

Completed

2023-05-04

632

1/1

1

485

34

4,937

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[]

The light in his eyes was blinding, taking over his entire vision. He stumbled back as a loud voice rang through his ears. Before he knew it, Caelus was falling backwards, feeling out of his body. Footsteps rang through the Express, pounding against the floor. “This isn’t the right time for photos, March.” a familiar voice says from somewhere above him as he collapses into someone’s arms, the world spinning around him. Caelus lets out an agonized groan, his head pounding. “What happened to him?” March squeaks, rushing forward, her camera returning to its place hooked around her waist. “He seemed fine! I just assumed he was tired!” The arms supporting him lifted him up further. From the minty scent coming off of him, Caelus could tell it was Dan Heng as his mind recovered a bit. “He got a bit of a head injury on our mission,” Dan Heng explained briefly. “Now help me carry him to his room.” In true March fashion, she did as she was asked, picking up Caelus’s legs while Dan Heng handled his torso, but she did not shut up. “I’m so sorry,” she rambled. “How did he get injured? We should get Welt. Or maybe some of the medication in the supplies cart!” The talking was not making his headache wain. He groaned again, his brows knitted close in pain. “Stop talking, March,” Dan Heng instructed, trying to keep his voice hushed, as though he could tell the noise was just making Caelus’s condition worse. March grunted in protest but wasn’t in a position to question his orders. Instead, they continued the rest of the way there in silence, but the sheer bumpiness of their walking still sent sharp waves of pain through Caelus’s head. He was more than filled with relief when they finally laid him down on his bed. “Come outside with me. I’ll explain everything to you and Himeko.” Dan Heng huffed, but not before he stopped to check the temperature of Caelus. His hand was chilly against his pained forehead, and he shifted away only to be rewarded with a fresh stabbing pain. He muttered curses as Dan Heng leaned down to whisper softly near his ear. “I’ll be back in a moment. Don’t move until then, alright, love?” With that, two sets of footsteps grew quieter until they were cut off by the closing of his bedroom door. Caelus sighed softly, just desperate not to aggravate his apparent injury further. He’d still yet to open his eyes, fearing the bright lights. But, to his surprise, when he opened them just a crack, all he saw was a fuzzy darkness. Dan Heng must’ve turned the lights off. He was more considerate than many gave him credit for, that was sure. Just as Caelus was finally finding relief from his aching mind, the door opened again. The footsteps that approached were soft and intentional, and from that alone he could infer that they belonged to Dan Heng, though it was impossible to see for sure through the darkness of the room. He could hear as the man sat down beside his bed. He didn’t even have the energy at this point to reach over to him, and he hoped Dan Heng didn’t mind. “I brought you some medicine,” he whispered softly. Caelus nodded as much as he could without getting a hemorrhage and soon he could feel a small pill against his lips. He opened his mouth and swallowed it obediently, just grateful it wasn't some nasty nuclear liquid. He thought it would be impossible to sleep, but then he could feel a soft hand on his hair, stroking it just barely. “You’ll be okay in just a moment,” Dan Heng murmured. And, as he drifted off the sleep, Caelus believed him.

Bet

['271828 (Novocaine504)', 'Novocaine504']

General Audiences

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)

Pre-Slash

English

2023-05-04

Completed

2023-05-04

1,252

1/1

7

809

64

7,572

['Melody_Magic', 'natadecoco19', 'JaneDoe666', 'Lumina404', 'Lidi_Laa', 'xxyikesx', 'Shadow_hunter93', 'YouCanChangeYourUserNameOnceEvery7Days', 'Babyblack69', '00000000000002', 'melodicy', 'PyrocWolf23', 'heybabyheid', 'a_fishy_rabbit', 'meadowaries', 'pumpkin_leaves', 'beomajesty', 'howtowritequestionmark', 'jinnie_cutie', 'gayboy_advance', 'ranrinmin', 'keepagust', 'TheKitten01', 'Angel2GroundControl', 'Yanno_ily', 'Kaioe_feasible77', 'WhatAmIDoing_IDontKnow_ButHereIAm', 'Zephineros', 'stillalosturl', 'Heliocentric', 'BleepBloopsensei', 'OmniMaiMage', 'book_cat', 'percycat03', 'Chuuyaslightswitch', 'II_Moonlight_Rose_II', 'dullandvoid', 'Liviahell', 'Alekyra21', 'Callie_Pylklia', 'BloodySkies12', 'IslandAzul', 'Mokakoto', 'explodes_and_dies', 'LunarFerret', 'spicybitch', 'Ieyasu3010', 'Cotton_angry', 'ralen', 'Xalthia_13']

[]

The day wasted on Herta Space Station is extremely uneventful, Dan Heng thought. The distress signal was sent few hours ago, and the issue at hand was immediately fixed by Welt and Himeko—they safely assume the trio were tired after their skirmishes at Belobog, so they did not put too much pressure on them, and Dan Heng was thankful for that. After Himeko briefed them about the outcome (along with when and where they’re going to depart to next), the mechanic immediately left them with each few credits to treat themselves in the space station. Himeko is always busy in this place, Dan Heng almost never met her whenever they stay in Herta Space Station. Though, knowing her, she’s probably out and about introducing researchers to her most favorite thing in the world—a miraculous, bitter delicacy she dubbed ‘coffee’, that is—or busied herself in the station’s storage by dismantling some machineries in order to rebuild, upgrade, and modify it just to keep her mind occupied. March most likely hanging out in the lounge, pestering the researchers as usual. Mister Yang is not one for socializing, so he most likely stays in the Express, accompanying the ever-overthinker Pom-Pom. “...so why are you following me?” Extreme caution in all kind of environment gave him a preparation the moment Caelus’s body bumped into his back, as his hand immediately went to reach for the control panel to held his body in place. Caelus mumbles his small, ‘sorry’ as he flashes a timid smile to Dan Heng. “I’m not following you.” “Yes,” Dan Heng said, “You just happened to have an urge to stretch your legs around the station and breaking stuff here and there within my vicinity.” “I’m not following you, geez.” Dan Heng wants to pocket his ID card for a bit and have a little chit-chat with Caelus. It’s ridiculous how his companion still trying to deflect when it’s clear that he is following him. He ran around the station in circle for a few times, few times with Caelus obviously tailing him behind his back, swinging his bat at every destructible object that graces his eyes. It’s not a coincidence, Dan Heng is confident Caelus is up to no good. Probably a practical joke, or an elaborate prank with him as the punchline. He pulled Caelus aside for their presence in the middle of the corridor began to disrupts the station’s traffic. As his back leans on the cold steel wall, he crosses his arms in front of his chest, waiting for Caelus to explain himself. The other stood right in front of him, raising his shoulders, shrugging. “Just say what’s on your mind, Caelus.” “Look, I’m not following you,” he began to explain, “It’s just a coincidence we kept running into each other!” Dan Heng gave him a look, indicating he’s not buying his explanation. “I-I mean—” he began to sweat, “You know, maybe it’s fate, could be. Think about it.” Dan Heng sighed, knowing Caelus, he probably going to rambles about something entirely off tangent just to avoid the initial question. So, without having any more word leaving his lips, he began to leave. Though, he should probably do it faster than that. Before he could even walk past Caelus, his arm was yanked back, and Caelus’s hand was on the sides of his body, limiting his movement. His mouth went agape, though it took him a few seconds to register what had happened. He gulped down his saliva, eyes watching Caelus’s calm expression turned tense. Caelus is few inches taller than him, yet the height difference still making a bigger impact to him, as facing straight forward means having his eyes staring right at Caelus’s neck, watching as his companion swallow down his saliva—that clean, unassuming surface of his neck testing his steel will to abstain. He tries to calm himself, yet he knew he’s failing. Hiding his nervousness behind his cold, unfeeling disposition, he began to tear down the silence by asking, “Well, it’s not fate preventing me to leave you be.” “Ugh, o-okay.” Caelus clears his throat. It didn’t take a genius to sense the bubbling embarrassment in Caelus’s gesture, though Dan Heng knew to keep his mouth shut if he wants to hear what Caelus had to say. “It all began when I watered a strange plant.” Dan Heng— Dan Heng can only let out a long, heavy sigh. Like, really loud—knowing Caelus, he probably adds elements of embellishment just to make sure everyone is entertained by his story. It did entertain the old man Gilbert back in Belobog, but not Dan Heng. “Cut to the chase, Caelus.” “Okay.” Like an obedient subordinate, Caelus continues, though his brows began to furrows in confusion. He tries to construct a sentence, yet nothing came out proper. That is, until he just blurted out, “Did you know there’s a betting pool around the researchers on who could score you?” The condensed story makes it sounds like he should take full offense on whatever nonsense Caelus spurted out from his damned mouth—he sighed again, closing his eyes, fingers began to rubs his eyelids. This is stupid, he thought, just like how stupid Caelus was digging around Belobog’s trash cans, like an impulse he can’t shake off. “...I don’t care. It’s still not a good reason for you to follow me around. Mind your own business.” Before he left Caelus, he adds, “And stop swinging that bat in the safe zones. Those researchers don’t need you to intimidate them in their workplace.” As he walks away, he can hear some shuffling behind him, before Caelus began catching up to him. He walks right next to Dan Heng, following the same pace as he tries to once again, explained, “Dan Heng, please. You may not care about that stupid betting pool, but I—” “You shouldn’t. It’s just a thing people talk about in their spare time. It’s not something that offends me, Caelus. It’s just a harmless bet.” Dan Heng then checks the incoming text to his phone; of Himeko asking Caelus’s whereabouts, and similar message from March 7th. That, at least, capable to silence Caelus. Whatever protest he had in his throat died before his tongue began to relay it to Dan Heng. They walked side-by-side in complete silence as Dan Heng replying to messages in his phone. “I still don’t like that betting pool.” Caelus muttered. “Do you know who most people voted for? That will most likely win you over? It’s—” “I don’t care.” “—It’s not me!” Suddenly, he’s reeling. “...huh?” Dumbfounded, he turns his head to Caelus, eyes wide in disbelief. He probably misheard what his companion just said. “We are almost always together, after all. People should consider me instead of that weird medical wing attendant who frequently took care of your injuries.” Disregarding Dan Heng’s sudden stillness, Caelus continues, “Tell you what, I’m going to find whoever keep tabs on the pool, and bet myself to it. We can split the credits then. That’s probably a lot of money, right?” Dan Heng blinks rapidly, still unable to process Caelus’s words. “Huh... what? No—Caelus, what...? What are you saying again?” This is ridiculous. “Yeah, I think—wait, no. If March is right, I know I can score you.” He explains with a wide grin plastered across his face, as if it’s obvious from the get-go. Caelus's hands began to slithers around his waist, pulling him close as he whispers, "Right?"

In which Caelus benefits from his lack of a filter

['Flamingwolf']

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

Trapped, Spoilers, Not Canon Compliant, caelus and his big dumb mouth, gets them trapped in a starskiff container, a very Cramped starskiff container

English

2023-05-04

Completed

2023-05-04

4,250

1/1

9

327

54

2,835

['Ernie', 'RichardPham', 'MARVELousLady', 'Levy00', 'ElainM', 'Babyblack69', 'Arven', 'YourUnusualFandomLurker', 'sciseven', 'TheKitten01', 'I_Love_Reading', 'Princess_Sei', 'LeesBitch69', 'OmniMaiMage', 'Ayquarium', 'Sunshine_3248', 'drplt', 'UndoubtablyHuman', 'balls_hater', 'Kiyan_Nicole', 'Prii_moon', 'randomsoulnix', 'ChaoticCharacter49', 'JtheJ', 'JenPot', 'Schatt', 'Lotusflower04', 'RaiZel_yumyum', 'Cloudy_StorM', 'Justhereforthereading', 'lTrash', 'Aggiepleh', 'Day_Night00', 'PoltergeistPanda', 'EchoOfKnights', 'selection', 'Shigif', 'passingBunny', 'rusticlibrary', 'Sokushi13', 'Damian_4rk', 'illtmitd', 'CysieqWritesAngst', 'Vanillixe', 'Scherw00d', 'Torhu', 'Pleby', 'dangodangomilk', 'autumndark', 'motel_lobby']

[]

"I did not expect," Caelus pants dramatically, "to do so much running today." He just barely managed to stop himself from skidding into a box of crates and, knowing his terrible luck, falling into outer space from the LuoFu. He would not like to explain himself to Himeko.   And also not dying sounds nice, that too.   He is truly thankful for whatever athletic muscle memory he still retains despite his amnesia. Considering the dangers the Astral Express somehow attracts, March's tendency to be oblivious to her surroundings, his own tendency to be, as Dan Heng so eloquently puts it, 'a reckless empty-headed raccoon who wouldn't know what danger was if it gave him a concussion,' it is, quite frankly, surprising how there has only been near death experiences and not fatal injuries.   Okay, maybe his luck wasn't so bad after all.    But considering they were being chased by half a dozen Cloud knights, he'd put his luck around a solid 5. Lucky enough to not die, thankfully, unlucky enough to attract the ire of very much armed and trained soldiers.   He'd really like a refund in the luck department. Maybe he could ask for Fu Xuan's divination, he considers, dodging the swing of a mara-struck enemy's attack (why was everything after them today?!) and also her help in placating the guards.   Now that Caelus thinks about it, maybe the latter should be a priority.   "Perhaps you should've considered that," comes his running companion, somehow elegantly leaping over the fence, Caelus looks at Dan Heng in envy and maybe a little bit of awe-struck, "when you enraged the captain of the guards?"    Wow, thank you for the sarcasm Dan Heng, Caelus could really feel the supportive aura in the air right now.    "He was being a bitch." Was the only reasoning Caelus could make, Dan Heng's sigh of exasperation could be heard from a mile away, or he's also slightly winded since they've been running for a while now but seeing as he still looks as immaculate as if he had just descended from the astral plane, he'd bet all the bags of trash he currently has that it was the former.    It was seriously unfair how Dan Heng barely looked a hair out of place save for the slightly faster than average breathing and the red staining his cheeks (he promptly erases any thoughts on what other activities would evoke the same reaction, really not the time), while Caelus looked like a rag thrown into a boiler then tossed into a pile of dirt.   "Have you considered," here returns sarcastic Dan Heng, his favorite comedian, if only it wasn't aimed at him, "that you could have worded it better than- " he clears his throat to be extra dramatic, great, his influence has come back to bite him in the ass, "I've met raccoons with better personalities than yours?" Dan Heng says in a mocking voice. Not his best moment, he'd admit, he could feel Mr. Yang's lecture coming a mile away.   Caelus merely pokes his tongue out in word of an answer, real mature, he knows.   Dan Heng grabs his wrist and drags Caelus into another turn of the (endless) maze. He was really thankful that A. the designer of Cloudford was a true connoisseur of mazes; those twists and turns really helped in evading the guards and B. he had a local, albeit exiled, XianZhou native with him to lead the way, he was sure as hell he wouldn't be able to escape if it he was by himself, seriously what was with all these turns?!    He only prayed March was safe, Mr. Yang could get them out of trouble. Probably.   On second thought, maybe they shouldn't have split up.   "Do you have any ideas on how to shake them off?" Dan Heng asks in mild irritation, these guards were very persistent, or angry, yeah, Caelus would bet they were pretty mad. He's still not sorry though.   He trails his eyes around, trying to somehow manifest a portal, or wormhole, or black hole into existence, he's not really picky at this point.   An idea comes to him when he spots the familiar jetty he was dumped with to operate freight starskiffs due to lack of staff. He should really bring that issue up to someone.   Right after he solves this one, yeah, he should probably do that.   "This way!" Caelus whisper-shouts, grasping Dan Heng's wrist, he never realized how small it was until he realized he could wrap his whole palm around it, leading him towards the jetty.   He sees the confusion swirling in Dan Heng's eyes because the jetty leads to a well and truly dead end, unless one wishes to experience zero gravity and lack of oxygen, questions half formed in his mouth but opting to keep them for later. Wow, Caelus could honestly learn a thing or two.   He stops in front of his favorite navigation compass, the deliverer of chests and now their ticket to dupe the guards. Praying to Akivili (Or maybe he should pray to Lan here) that it wouldn't be too hard to operate the compass, he gets the rusted gears in his brain to work and starts trying to save the compass, all the while, Dan Heng stares at him from the side, still not speaking a word but silently calculating the exact amount of sanity left in Caelus's brain.   Rude, valid, but rude.   "There we go!" He exclaims victoriously, a new record! Being chased by half a dozen guards really does wonders for his problem solving skills. He can tell by Dan Heng's unimpressed look that he begs to differ.   A freight starskiff pulls up to the jetty, slightly beaten up but it'll do. Caelus impatiently pry opens the starskiff, not caring to check for naked teachers, star-crossed lovers or mara-struck mobs and, to his surprise, this freight starskiff was filled nearly to the brim with boxes. Did the Cycranes go on strike again?! He is so not helping out this time.   Caelus pushes the boxes around with haste to make room, pointedly ignoring all the fragile, flammable, toxic signs and one that is noticeably slapped with a sticker that says explosives, XianZhou immortals were wild, researchers at the Herta Space Station could learn to loosen up.   There was barely enough room for a person, let alone two, but they were in a rather tight spot and time was running out. He signals for Dan Heng to take off his coat to save space, leaving him in a (very tight) shirt with exposed, pale skin running down his arms, he feels an inexplicable urge bite them, leave his marks on them, knowing that even if Dan Heng were to put on his coat, it wouldn't erase his claim on that supper flesh.    He snapped himself out of it when Dan Heng's look of confusion at his idleness turned into worry and hastily started doing the same with his jacket and tossing them both somewhere behind one of the crates.    Caelus beckoned Dan Heng over to the container, laying a hand on his abdomen, ignoring how his spread out palm could nearly span his waist, to push him in as he himself tried to squeeze in along with him. The small space was barely enough for Dan Heng's lithe form to squeeze in, his hands were awkwardly held in front of his chest, unsure of where to place them. Caelus was pretty sure he had crushed a few things trying to squeeze his torso in, he was also pretty sure there was a bruise forming at his side from an accidental flinch at Dan Heng's hand laying on his chest.    The worst part was : there still wasn't enough room to close the container.    Caelus gave Dan Heng a small apology before moving closer, somehow reaching behind him to press the close button without breaking any bones. The doors shut with a slight thud, purging sunlight from the space and leaving them in darkness save for the few rays of light from small dents. His hands were starting to cramp up from where they were crushed in between their abdomens, his back uncomfortably pressed against the door, and Dan Heng's hands, long, thin fingers, were squished between their chests.   A joke would be really cool right now, Caelus tells his (useless) brain to think of something, praying to Aha for an idea and to his dismay, (imaginary) Aha merely laughs at their compromising situation. Caelus promptly gives (imaginary) Aha the middle finger.   Oh great, now he’s crying.   Caelus turned to Dan Heng, intending to discuss a backup plan in the case that plan A does not work which about 90% of the time, only to be surprised by how close Dan Heng was, their faces were inches away, noses already touching with their hair tangling together like bushes with vines. He could see Dan Heng’s eyes widen slightly, surprised by their closeness, the singular, kohl-lined eye drawing in his attention to the jades within;, a beautiful pink bloomed on his cheeks, tinting pale cheeks with a enchanting burst of color; soft, pink lips widen slightly in a gasp, enticing him to cover them with his own, to savor just how sweet the pink of them taste, to feel just how appetizing the softness of them feel, to give in to the alluring temptation of ravishing Dan Heng until his knees were too weak to stand, relying only on Caelus to hold him upright.    Caelus is pretty sure he looks like an idiot right now but he could care less at the moment. Dan Heng tries to turn away only to find he could barely move, partially from the tight space, partially from the hungry gaze tracing his features, there was something inscrutable in Caelus’s eyes, something hungry and ravenous, like a parched man in the desert looking at the first taste of water he’s had in a long time.   Dan Heng coughs awkwardly to clear the air while Caelus looked as if he was the cat that got the cream.   "This isn't working," Dan Heng whispers, though it echoed within the confined space as if it was coming from all sides, assaulting Caelus's senses with his soothing voice, “come closer.”He was about to give a snarky remark on where he would find space to come closer when a pair of pale arms wrapped themselves around his neck, dragging him closer like a lover inviting him to bed.    The owner of those seductive pair of limbs gently pushed Caelus to lay on his shoulder, lips nearly touching his clothes neck, there was a voice in his head, that sounded suspiciously like the ones persuading him to dumpster dive in Jarilo-IV, screaming at him to pull down those zippers, to expose the ivory neck surely hidden behind those confines, and he would’ve listened to them, those voices have never wronged him before and now was not the time to break the cycle, had his hands had space to move, alas they could only twitch in indignity as they witness the chance of a lifetime slipping between their (numb) fingers.   "Put your hands on my waist, you're gonna get cramps like that." A blessing from the Aeons, a compromise his hands were willing to make as they eagerly wiggled their way towards their desired goal, calloused fingers greedily found their way to the craved prey, possessively clamping down on the thin waist in a vice grip and, with only the thin clothing between their skin, he was sure it would leave purple bruises in the shape of his hands.   Caelus heedily swallowed the saliva accumulating in his mouth, the milky skin hidden under the thin confines of his collar urging Caelus to take, to bite, to mark; the tantalizing collar bone teasingly calling out for his claim to be laid; the dip of his thin waist, taunting him of the curve they would make, how perfect Dan Heng would look under him writhing in pain and pleasure, spine curving into a perfect arc as he calls for mercy Caelus will not give, no, he will take him apart, wall by wall, until he was but a mess of whimpers and tears, unable to do anything but lay there as Caelus takes and takes and takes -   “Your bat is poking me.” An audible sigh of disappointment.” Did you not put it away?” Caelus had to take a second to restart his brain because he knew he put his bat away, somewhere in the pile labeled fragile most likely. He’d like to make it known that he was not a benevolent person so any broken packages were going to be attributed to Cycranes and their existential crises.   And thus did he realize that he did not, in fact, have another bat, but did, in fact, have a boner.   Caelus was someone with the bare minimum amount of shame, and even that was generous, but he did recognise hiding from Cloudknights in a beaten up container was not an appropriate time to pop a boner. He was about to splutter some response that was, hopefully, reasonable enough for Dan Heng to overlook it when he heard the horrible cries of a dying mara-struck mob.   “They’re coming” comes a soft voice by his ear, steady in the face of wind, unwavering in a tornado of hardships, he could be lulled into tranquility even within the claws of danger. Dan Heng keeps Caelus’s head laid down with a gentle hand on the back of his neck, telling him to stay still as Dan Heng tries to pick up the guards conversation with his superior hearing, not that Caelus is complaining, of course, he’s pretty sure he got the better part of bargain, but Dan Heng was slowly tensing up as seconds ticked by.   Caelus rubbed his thumb in a soothing circle on the dip of Dan Heng’s waist, silently asking him what was wrong.    Dan Heng looked at him with a hard look in his eyes, “The captain is making everyone search the crates as well as starskiffs,” he pursed his lips in thought, “I’d rather not engage in a fight given that we are, technically, the ones at fault but…” Dan Heng trailed off.    Alas he is right, Caelus was the one who pissed off the bitch of a guard, if they were to beat them up as well, no doubt the two of them would be victorious of course, the fault would lie with Caelus and his big mouth.    Okay, maybe a little bit of regret was starting to creep up on him, damn it. He'd really not like to fight any Cloudknights, they were bona fide immortals, hell, with his luck there’d probably be a few Foxians between them, even one or two Vidyadharas weren’t impossible, honestly.   Wait a minute… he had one right here… and it wasn’t surprising to find people in freight starskiff so long as they were…   That’s it!   He shot up, nearly knocking into Dan Heng’s jaw as Caelus looked at him with what March likes to call ‘crazy plan’ eyes.    “Dan Heng!” Dan Heng shushed his loud exclamation that, thankfully, went unheard by the Cloudknights outside. Man, Jing Yuan really needs to upgrade their training regime if this is the standard. “Quick! Turn into a dragon!” Caelus is pretty sure they really don’t have time for incredulous looks. “Trust me, I got us into this and I’ll get us out.” Time to employ the selling point of the plan, mustering his inner Peppy, he gave Dan Heng the best kicked puppy look he could, he’d (proudly) say he has the best one out of everyone in Herta Space Station, except for Peppy himself, of course.    Dan Heng held his gaze just a little longer until the clang of Cloudknight armor started to become audible, then he sighed and looked to the roof in lieu of a sky as if praying for patience before nodding in acquiescence.   Caelus watched aptly, enamored as small swirls of golden and jade lights started circling Dan Heng like moths flocking towards a beautiful flame, his soft, silky hair stretched and lengthen like a cascading waterfall down his back, the tendrils of lights gliding down the strands like fireworks lighting up the night sky, his alluring eyes gaining a bewitching verdant tint as they sharpened, like high immortal blessing those beneath them with their presence, azure horns grew like beautiful corals, giving his face an ethereal blue hue, it was like Caelus was staring into the sky itself as clouds parted for his descent.   The constricting thin clothing lining his form was replaced by soft silk exposing small silvers of creamy skin that would entice even the most repressed to dig in and take a bite. The swirls traveled up the arms circling Caelus’s neck, beguiling him with their dance on the ivory skin, like garnishes on an exclusive meal, applied artfully to captivate, to ensnare, to hypnotize. Thankfully, they were alone, Caelus didn’t like to share what he considers his very much.   Once the swirls softly faded away into wisps of light, Dan Heng looks at Caelus expectantly, unaware of the plan but trusting Caelus to get them of out trouble (relatively) unscathed.   As the steady thumps of Cloudknight boots (Jing Yuan should consider new regalia for knights pursuing criminals, this was ridiculous) steady approached, Caelus released Dan Heng’s waist of his restraining claws, already missing their weight and, instead, wrapped his arms around his entire waist, dragging him bodily into his arms as if trying to meld both of them into one.   Surprised, Dan Heng tightened his hold around Caelus’s neck, nearly knocking him with his horns, his feet slightly off the ground from Caelus’s hold.    “Don’t panic.” Caelus told Dan Heng before diving towards his lips, as soft as he imagined, as sweet as he thought, Dan Heng parted his lips in surprise, giving Caelus access to explore his mouth with a punishing pace, staking his claim so vehemently that only a fool would not know it wasn’t his . The soft moans and whimpers from Dan Heng were music to his ears, fuelling the lit flame in his gut more ardently than ever, he was relentless in his attack, making sure Dan Heng had no room for breath, for thought, for attempting to get away, making sure all he could focus on was how Caelus was gliding wandering hands across any sliver of skin he could get to, softening his body into jelly, molding it into whatever Caelus wished it to be.    He let up briefly, reluctantly, to answer the call that has been seducing him since the start as Dan Heng gasps for breaths unable to lift his head from where it lies on his shoulder, knees weak and limp, held up entirely by the hold on his waist. He tossed Dan Heng’s long, smooth hair over his own shoulder, giving him access to (finally!) stake claimed on the pale skin hidden under the zippers, he drags his tongue across Dan Heng’s throat, his heart beating to the pulse of a rabbit as he bites and bites hard , satisfaction curling in his gut at the whimper that ensues. He makes sure to cover the entirety of that enticing throat with teeth marks, bruises and hickeys, a few slightly above where the collar of the shirt would be, making sure that everyone knows Dan Heng is his no matter what. All the while Dan Heng trembles in pleasure in his arms, unable to move away from the continuous assault, unable to do anything but lie there and take it , entirely vulnerable only for Caelus’s eyes only.    Although, judging by the telltale creak of the opening of the container and the ever expanding bouts of sunlight, they were no longer alone. Unfortunate, he hadn’t gotten the chance to savor Dan Heng’s expressions yet. He supposes he could continue after he deals with these pests .   Caelus lays a gentle hand on Dan Heng’s head, making sure he doesn’t show his face, partially because they’d recognise him in an instant, and mostly because they don’t deserve to lay their eyes on him, he lets his left hand glide through his hair methodically in a soothing motion as Dan Heng pants for air to fill his lungs.    Caelus, pointedly, does not move his head to face the guards even after hearing their gasps of embarrassment, he merely cooly asks them, “Do you mind? You have embarrassed my wife.” He shifts his body so Dan Heng’s form is hardly visible, save for the few tufts of cascading hair down Caelus’s back and his arms around his neck.    “W-We, ahem, we’ve pursued some, ah, criminals around this area and we believe they may still be close by. Have you, uh, heard anything in particular, sir?” The Cloudknight asks, points for being able to do his job despite the humiliation, maybe there was hope for the Cloudknights after all.   Caelus makes a point to sigh in irritation, his right hand tightening his hold on Dan Heng’s waist, the embrace on his neck tightens back as if scolding him to be more patient.   “Does it look like we’ve heard anything?” He replied vexedly, honestly, he should’ve just risked the bad relations they were going to create with the LuoFu if this was the alternative.   “A-Ah no, of course not, just, uh…” Scratch that the Cloudknights were as hopeless as they come, “why were you two hiding in the freight starskiff?” There was a suspicious tone to his voice as he asked, he could feel Dan Heng tense in preparation for a fight but lucky for them, Caelus has a plan.   “Can you not tell what my wife is?!” Caelus yells, outrageous at the knight, because seriously, why were they so nosey? “She hails from Vidyadhara, even if I were to live for the rest of eternity, we would eventually drift apart, as a XianZhou local you should know that cross-species love, let alone marriage is looked down upon.” He reprimands the guard, not actually knowing whether any of them were true but if Dan Heng wasn’t getting ready to attack then he won’t too.   The Cloudknight bows in apology if the loud clanking was anything to go by (seriously Jing Yuan, fix your knight regalia), “I humbly offer my sincerest apologies for my ignorance, I wish you two the best of luck in the face of prejudice.” Finally, he feels like explaining a Stellaron to a kid would’ve been faster.   Caelus gently coaxes Dan Heng off his shoulder to, at last, get a look at his work, and he’d say he did a spectacular job. There were visible tear tracks streaked with kohl down his eyes, tears still clinging to his eyelashes, making his teary eyes seem like pearls, his cheeks and nose were red, a blossom of color so beautiful on his skin he wouldn’t mind keeping it there a little longer, his lips were red and plump from his assault, alluring him to dive in once again and continue what he started.   Well, he wouldn’t say no to that.   “Ah, please don’t stay in starskiffs for too-”   He turned towards the guard, face twisted in insurmountable fury, watching as the guard flailed in panic before dashing away faster than even a starskiff.   The fury was completely wiped off his face though, when he heard a laugh that sounded like the twinkling of chimes being blown gently in the wind, the melodic sound calming even the wildest of beasts. Caelus could only stare, infatuated, as Dan Heng laughed in that soothing baritone of his, kohl-streaked tear tracks and glowing horns surrounded by a curtain of dark hair framing him so stunningly like the portraits he saw in Asta’s office, only more, more irresistible and alive than they could ever be as he gets to experience it first hand.   Dan Heng calms down to a chuckle, “I’ve only seen people run like that when they see March in the kitchen.”   Caelus closes his gaping mouth before a stray fly decides to build a home there.   “Come on,” Dan Heng gestures for Caelus to put him down with a pat on his arms, “we have to meet up with the others.”   Is Dan Heng serious right now? “I’ll send a message.” He deadpans.   Dan Heng grimaces, “Don’t be lazy.”   “Dan Heng,” Caelus begins, with all the, very small amount of, patience he has right now, “I am not letting anyone see you when you look like that.” He gestures vaguely at Dan Heng entire existence, ruffled clothing, mussed hair, tear-streaked cheeks, bruised lip, mark littered neck and all. “They’ll think I mauled you”   Dan Heng has the audacity to snort, “You did,” and he could see the smug tilt of his smile when he gestures towards the bruises adorning his neck above his collar, damn if that didn't get the heat to stir in his gut, “you’re explaining this to March, by the way.”   Caelus groans in despair, but if it meant gaining Dan Heng as a boyfriend it’d be worth March’s scandalized look.   "Can we at least continue where we left off?" Caelus pleads, bringing back the puppy dog eyes, but it seems Dan Heng has gained immunity already, "You really want to leave Mr. Yang alone with March for longer?" The implications of that sentence was so horrifying he nearly forgot his (actual) bat in his haste on finding her whereabouts

just a hypothesis

['aac7']

General Audiences

F/M

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

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

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

Fluff, Dan Heng does not understand Feelings, him and march bicker like siblings i know it in my soul, Welt being Best Dad

English

2023-05-04

Completed

2023-05-04

1,957

1/1

16

802

98

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['Historygremlin', 'isihlik3sreading', 'Snoozing', 'MMJL', 'seitennosinker', 'hello962', 'sweetht0th', 'NovelsN0va', 'marieaa', 'Dirxk', 'Ninety_Three', 'kickingmyfeetandgiggling', 'Jacey267', 'honeyjiii', 'book_cat', 'MistressofDarkness21', 'ZephyrEnigma15', 'sunscares', 'Natsparks', 'Dragonshaven', 'boobois', 'wanderingkuni', 'J_ezan', 'Well_okay_then', 'Iridescent_Cat', 'Pixel_Lover', 'Lyann667', 'Aeonora', 'Rosie_sparks', 'Infinity88521', 'xMaria65x', 'Ciraie', 'Alasca42', 'Kuripka', 'Laughoutloud4_3', 'Marlynia', 'hennii', 'Lalalaloo', 'PastelOcto', 'Matcha_Marker', 'yumiii', 'Mira_Luna147', 'Lyrrainne', 'Paradigmaa', 'H_Beans_sayshello', 'sanri0miku', 'Jiyuu_TwT', 'Ysoria', 'StarlingElliot', 'mist_is_tired']

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Dan Heng is by no means a stupid man. Yet he cannot, for the life of him, figure out what Stelle is trying to get his help with. Perhaps Mr. Yang hit her in the head a little too hard. “I need help with the…the thing,” she huffs, gesturing vaguely with her hands in a way that, had it been anyone else, he would have found wildly irritating.  He closes the novel he’d been reading (or, attempting to, because March’s recommendations were much too fantastical for his tastes), thoroughly entertained by her attempt. “A rather eloquent description.”  Stelle makes a frustrated sound, scrunching her nose as she takes his hand and pulls him out of the archives room.  It turns out that she’d been trying to turn the omni-synthesizer on, and she blushes deeply when he simply flicks the switch on and it comes to life.  She stammers something about how she’d just been testing him, but Dan Heng’s too distracted to come up with a half-witty, half-condescending retort.  He’s too busy staring at his hand. It feels…odd.  It’s not just his hand. The warm sensation crawls up his arm like ivy and spreads across his skin. He can feel his heart thumping a quick rhythm as he excuses himself. He rushes back to the archive room, half convinced he’s having a heart attack as he presses a hand to his forehead, then his cheek, and finally the side of his neck. His skin is unusually warm, considering how close they still were to the frigid atmosphere of Jarilo-VI. He does a mental inventory, recalling the details of his day. He’d gotten a solid eight hours of sleep the night before. He hadn’t consumed anything out of the ordinary, or done an especially strenuous training session. He’d been fine when he’d retreated into the archives room for the night. Up until Stelle had touched him.  Held his hand, specifically.  Stelle. Why would his body react so strangely to her touch? She hadn’t led him far, and therefore couldn’t have been holding his hand for more than a minute.  He turns the question over a few more times in his mind before it dawns on him.  Ah.  Clearly it must be due to the Stellaron within her body.  He should see Mr. Yang right away.  _____   “I don’t see anything unusual,” Mr. Yang tells him as he reviews the test results. “Nothing to suggest you’ve been physically affected by the Stellaron.” “Are you certain?” He presses, rubbing his palms against the fabric of his trousers.  “Yes.” He removes his glasses and leans forward in his seat, as if he’s about to deliver some grave news. Instead, the beginnings of a smile are forming on his mouth. “I will be straightforward with you. I do not believe that your bodily response was one of distress, but rather—” A knock on the door halts his explanation, Himeko entering a moment later. “I came to check on you,” she explains, glancing between the two men. “Dan Heng, are you alright?” “He’s quite alright,” Mr. Yang replies. “Stelle…held his hand. It caused his heart rate and body temperature to elevate slightly. He thought it was due to the Stellaron.” The adults exchange a look that Dan Heng can only describe as amused.  “I see,” Himeko starts, now smiling openly. “Have you ever considered that your body reacted that way simply because she held your hand?”  He considers this for a moment. “Well, yes. She does have a rather unsanitary habit of digging through trash cans. Perhaps she picked up a foreign bacteria—” “That’s not what I meant,” Himeko laughs, waving him off. “Do you remember the play that March made us watch a few months back?” “The romance?” “Yes. Now, do you remember the poem that the princess wrote for her beloved? About how she felt when her love was near?” The writing was rather mediocre, but he does remember parts of the poem. Something about how her heart would race and heat spread across her face— Wait. Was she implying that he had romantic feelings for… “What does that have to do with anything?” He asks, sounding much too defensive for his liking.  “You’re a smart young man,” Himeko shrugs. “You’ll figure it out.”    _____   Himeko had just presented a hypothesis.  Dan Heng was going to disprove it.  The hypothesis was that his body had reacted that way…simply because he’d held hands with Stelle. Someone who he apparently had romantic feelings for. Not because of the Stellaron, but simply because…she was Stelle. So he was going to conduct an experiment. The human body is a complicated thing, with bodily reactions that differed from person to person. Mere human contact, perhaps, was the catalyst in this situation. Not his feelings for the person that the contact originated from. Loathe as he was to admit it, he could simply be touch starved, like many of the protagonists in March’s romantic novels.  So in theory, holding hands with anyone would cause his body to react this way. He just had to find someone else to test this theory with.  Mr. Yang and Himeko were non-starters. This was an off-the-books experiment, requiring a certain level of secrecy, so March was also crossed off the list.  That left… “Dan Heng! Do you think disco lighting would be too much for the parlor car?”  “Yes,” he answers immediately.  The conductor makes note of his choice, adding a tally under no. Two people, who he can safely assume are Stelle and March, have voted yes for disco lighting. He’d need to talk to them later about how poor lighting can strain and impair a person’s vision— He clears his throat upon realizing he’s getting sidetracked from the experiment at hand. “Conductor? Could I ask a favour of you?” Pom-Pom seems taken aback for a moment, but recovers quickly. “Yeah, of course. That’s what I’m here for!” “Could I…hold your hand?” (Or was it a paw?) The conductor is suddenly bashful, but nods fervently. So they hold hands. It’s not awkward at all. Dan Heng tests different variables. Grip, bodily proximity to the subject, even the length of tactile exposure.  “Why are we holding hands?” The conductor inquires when they begin to get restless.  “I’m conducting an experiment,” he says. “An experiment…about hand-holding?” “In a sense. My body’s homeostasis was interrupted when I held hands with Stelle. I thought it was due to the Stellaron, but Himeko and Mr. Yang suggested it’s because I have romantic feelings for her.” He presses a hand over his own chest, his forehead, his cheek, then the side of his neck.  “Pom-Pom doesn’t understand…” Dan Heng doesn’t answer, too engrossed in his findings. There have been no changes in his heart rate or temperature. He’s come to the conclusion that, despite each variable, his body still does not react the way it had when it’d been Stelle.  Which is of course, the moment that March 7th walks in for her nightly glass of juice. Dan Heng blinks. March blinks back. “What are you guys doing?” Pom-Pom waves with their free hand. “Dan Heng is conducting a hand-holding experiment because he’s in love with Stelle!” “What?” The two say at the same time. One flat and unamused, the other equal parts shocked and excited.  The conductor huffs at having to repeat themselves. “I said, Dan Heng is–” “Not entertaining questions at the moment,” he interrupts, shooting March a sharp look as he brushes by her and makes a beeline for the archives room. “Nooo,” she whines, ignoring his previous statement (as expected) and following him. “You can’t possibly leave me hanging like this!” He scans his key, turning his body so he can slip in as soon as the door opens. “You clearly underestimate me.” “But I’m your bestest friend in the whole universe!” She insists rather dramatically. “So you have to tell me.”  He pinches the bridge of his nose, exhaling deeply. “If I tell you what happened, will you drop it and never speak of it again?” “Duh,” she shrugs, smiling in a way that isn’t at all comforting. “My lips are double– no, they’re triple sealed!”  Deep down, he knows that there’s really nothing he can do to hide the truth from her. March 7th was just incapable of keeping her nose out of his business.  So he relays the details of the incident with her. The hand-holding, the conversation with Himeko and Mr. Yang. The experiment with Pom-pom. By the time he’s finished, she’s practically bouncing with excitement, eyes wide and alert as if she’s watching a play.  “You totally have feelings for Stelle.”  “I do not,” he argues.  “Uh, yes you do! Last week when you touched my arm to pull me out of the way before I walked into a lamp post, did you think you were in love with me?” “I thought you were an idiot for texting and walking.” “Exactly– wait, what?” “Nothing.” She rolls her eyes, as if he’s being the difficult one. “Anyway…did you even ask yourself if you liked it when Stelle held your hand?  Thinking back…he actually hadn’t stopped her. It would have been easy to pull his hand from her grasp, but he hadn’t. He’s not sure why. “It was…fine,” he admits carefully.  “See! I know you wouldn’t have even let her if you didn’t. I was talking about it with Himeko last week, and physical touch is so not your love language.” He doesn’t know what a love language is. He’s not sure that he wants to know.  “Dan Heng!” March coos, reaching up to pinch his cheek. “When did you get so soft?” “Stop it– stop,” he mutters, batting her hand away as what most certainly is not a blush creeps up his neck. “I am not soft.”  “Are too,” she sing-songs, clearly taking delight at his distress. “Are not.”  “Are too!” “Are–” he catches himself, sighing. “March, I’m not doing this right now.”  “Why? ‘Cause you’re too in looove?”  “No, because you’re being insufferable.”  “You only think that because I’m right.” He points at the door without saying another word and she finally retreats, but not without shooting him a wink first.   _____   Ever since last week’s “incident,” Welt could see that Dan Heng’s come to the realization that Stelle doesn’t seem to understand the concept of personal space. He doesn’t think she means to, but the people around her don’t seem to mind. March in particular, but himself and Himeko don’t attempt to correct her either.  The young man seems hyper-aware of her presence now, and Welt’s beginning to notice things. She walks so close to Dan Heng that they often nudge into each other, yet he doesn’t attempt to put any space between them. She leans close when he attempts to show her something, rather than taking the material to simply view it herself, and he doesn’t slide it over so she can do so. From anyone else, Welt is sure that Dan Heng would have found the behaviour rude or intrusive. But with Stelle, he doesn’t seem to mind.  It comes to a head when they’re all seated in the Parlor Car for dinner. A rare occasion, yes, but not an unwelcome one.  It’s late by the time they’re picking at a bowl of candies together for dessert, laughing and chatting amicably when Stelle rests her head on Dan Heng’s shoulder.  He doesn’t seem at all affected, simply unwrapping a blueberry candy and handing it to her.  Welt and Himeko exchange a glance. March watches the pair, clearly ecstatic.  Dan Heng was by no means a stupid man.  …He was just a little dense sometimes.

even the most sombre stone

['sapphoarle']

Teen And Up Audiences

F/F

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

Bronya/Seele (Honkai: Star Rail)

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

4+1, Fluff, Fluff without Plot, Pining, Dancing, Is resting your head on someone’s thighs sexual?, Falling In Love, Corny, they’re both down bad, Poverty, Class Issues, Non-Explicit Sex, Implied Sexual Content, Bronseele brainrot, Not Beta Read, Making Out

English

2023-05-04

Completed

2023-05-04

1,221

1/1

15

302

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The first thing Seele grew to like about Bronya was her eyes. Others would surely disagree with her, proclaiming that brown eyes off all were the most boring colour one could gaze into; that they were dull & gloomy as the stones within the mines. The ones that lacked value.   Seele would be quick to disagree. And she would be very vocal on it too- you see, when you lived in destitution for half of your childhood, you would come to realise that everything has a price tag on it. And equally, everything that can be bought, can be sold.    So, even the most drab piece of stone could be worth something.    When Seele was younger, both her and a group of kids would go hunting around the outskirts of Rivet town, searching for scraps of metal from the mines. They would slap a price tag on it and negotiate (by Seele’s standards, negotiating meant slightly changing the price downwards. No more, no less.) with whomever took pity on them.    Seele learnt that pity was a powerful emotion. Even those among the poorest of the poor would still give her a crinkled smile and a penny whenever she bartered with her metal. She quickly learnt how to use it to her advantage, and in other words, sell more.    If Seele could assign a colour to an emotion, pity would be brown.    At first Seele thought Bronya’s silver mane of hair and drab brown eyes were ironic. The princess of the over world, having such dreary colourings? It was laughable.    But maybe, just maybe, Seele’s opinion had changed. Or she was just seeing Bronya in a different light: a rose coloured lens, one which amplified her stunning features and warped her flawed ones, weaving the false idea of a perfect girl for Seele’s perfect love. But she wasn’t.    Seele still thought Bronya’s colourings were muted and somewhat sombre. But that’s what made them so perfect. Because it was like a breath of fresh hair, especially compared to Bronya’s overworld friends, who all had brightly blonde coloured hair, and even brighter eyes. It was liberating to confide in someone so normal, and can you even imagine her relief when she found out about Bronya’s origins in the underworld, too?    The second thing Seele grew to like about Bronya was her fierceness. Although hidden behind a polite exterior, Bronya’s fierceness and firmness in her views was unmistakable.    It, like Bronya’s eyes, was like a breath of fresh air. Not some pushover who would back away from a conversation when it would get a little too fiery. Not someone who would back away from a fight when the enemies started to get a little too big.    It was perfect to have another partner in the same strand of stubbornness as Seele.    The fact that Bronya was someone from the overworld only made her fierceness even more endearing. Someone, who was properly pampered all there life, (after she had been taken away from the orphanage, anyway) taking such a strong stance against anything they deemed wrong? It was invigorating, to use Bronya’s own words.   It was enough to make Seele’s heart beat slightly faster. Only slightly.    The third thing Seele likes most about Bronya is her grace.    Something anyone from the underworld lacks. It’s purely an overworld privilege. Down here, everyone’s top priority is survival, quickly followed by entertainment. Even the posh in the underworld were more focused on money than etiquette.    So when Bronya first showed her grace, by prancing rather than running, by cringing whenever she saw the growing mould that manifested on the sides of the buildings, by the way she almost dances in a fight. It all screamed elegance.    And Seele detested that. That someone had the privilege to experience such manners, to even learn them. Something that Seele would never accomplish, or even dream of becoming.    Elegance was just a silly set of rules, made by the upper class, for the upper class. It didn’t include her.    That was until Bronya’s gloved hands closed around Seele’s, and she slowly danced with her, taking her around in slow circles, careful not to trip on her toes.   She was light-footed on the ground, but a fond smile formed on her face when Seele’s heavy footfall followed. Something about that smile set everything within Seele on fire.    She didn’t care that Seele had no etiquette. She didn’t care that Seele was clumsy, but most of all, she didn’t care that Seele was a blushing and red mess.    Okay, maybe Seele didn’t love Bronya’s elegance: but she did like it.    The last thing Seele loves about Bronya is her lips.    It’s not like Seele had never kissed anyone before. Of course she had! She had kissed multiple kids her age.    But no one’s lips were as soft as Bronya’s. Seele loved the way the soft skin on her lips felt, the way the redness of her lips was almost enticing, the extremely prominent Cupid’s brow. But the thing she liked most of all was the way her lips felt on Bronya’s.    She loved the deep messiness of the kisses, the minutes they spent unravelling in each other arms. They kissed for what felt like hours, only pausing for air every few minutes.    She loved how Bronya would run her fingers deep through Seele’s hair, grabbing her impossibly closer as their faces mushed together. She loved how her own knees almost buckled beneath her, unable to take on the unmeasurable amount of pleasure that the kisses gave her.    Their lips conjoined, desperate to make two women become one.    It set Seele alight. Not only her heart set alight, no, but also her body. Her heart was the first to submit to the flames, and then it worked its way up from her feet to her head. It exploded at her core.   It was evident Bronya felt the same way too, because kisses soon didn’t become enough.   But even after their bodies had truly been explored by each other, Seele found her fingers tracing back over Bronya’s lips. The lips that swore at her, the lips that called for her, the lips that had explored the deep crevices of her body.  The lips that she considered hers.  Bronya’s lips were incredibly addicting. A gentle kiss goodnight, a fierce kiss to say hello, and a bitter kiss to say goodbyes.    They all had the same effect on Seele. She would be set on fire, countless times, but the fire was not that of flames. It was evident of what it truly was: the burning passion of love.    The thing Bronya loved most about Seele was her eyes. And her thighs.    Bronya loved ogling deep into those ocean eyes, a term that lay on her lips, as if it had been said multiple times before.    She loved staring up at them from the comforting warmth of Seele’s thighs, her head nested comfortably on the thick layer of skin.    She loved observing every feature from below, tracing every crevice in her skin, counting every beautiful black eyelash that lidded her eyes.    Her eyes. Those eyes that stared down with such passion, such love. Even if it was hidden through a few spiky words and a few fierce compliments.    It was enough of a lullaby to send Bronya into a warm sleep. 

Gepard's day off

['aengis']

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), Pela (Honkai: Star Rail), Bronya (Honkai: Star Rail), Serval (Honkai: Star Rail)

Enemies to Lovers, Gepard is a workaholic, Top Gepard/Bottom Sampo, Sampo is a tease, Dry Humping, Mutual Masturbation, Porn with some plot, Spoilers for the end of Belobog story, Gepard is Sampo's kink lmao

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As a soldier, raised by a soldier father, Gepard found comfort in his daily routine. He would wake up just before sunrise, have his breakfast of plain dark coffee and toast while he read the newspaper, that would be left at his doorstep by then, and got acquainted with the latest news and possible new hints for whatever investigation he might be leading at the moment (and maybe he would quickly search for any announcements of one of his sister's shows sometimes). He hurried to a cold shower to wake his muscles and then quickly dressed the clean uniform one of the fortress' staff had given him the night before. As he put on his boots, he clenched his fist and adjusted to the feeling of wearing his gauntlet and armor again before he set off for one more day of protecting Belobog and its people.   The first thing in his list of duties would be to have a quick briefing with the Supreme Guardian, to get himself up to date with any ongoing expeditions as well as await new orders from his superior.    He had noticed a change after Bronya took over. Cocolia had never greeted him with tea and cookies nor would she ever concern herself as to wether he had had something to eat already. No matter how many times he answered that he would never skip such an important meal, he would always be met with a knowing gaze, as if she had personally seen how plain his toast was and how dark he prefered his coffee.   Seele would be at her side sometimes, having the tea and helping herself to the generous breakfast spread that was always offered, leaving the pretentious ceremony of nobles to the both of them as she happily munched and picked all of her favorite cookies onto her plate.   He was half expecting her to be there today as well, specially since they were expecting her weekly report from the latest findings of Fragmentum spread in the Underworld mines. It had been a surprising outbreak and one that had, unfortunately, cost them some civilian casualties.   He took a deep breath as he reached her door, his gloved hand settling on the doorknob and lingering there. As he counted to three in his head, he could hear the faint sound of two mumbling women, one being Bronya, as expected and another being Pela, to his surprise.   "...you saw the size of that wall, right? You agree that this calls for an intervention and he needs to go touch some snow."   He caught Bronya sighing and solemnly nodding her head as he made his entry to her office, his questioning gaze settling on a startled Pela as the secretarial officer straightened her glasses and looked at him as well with a reproachful stare after she recovered from her surprise.   He brushed it off, not finding her behavior that unusual and saluted to Bronya, his gauntlet thumping once against his broad chest.   "Captain Gepard of the Silvermane Guard, reporting for duty, my lady." He announced, his voice firm.    "At ease, captain. Our briefing is adjourned."   He blinked in confusion, his mouth dropping slightly as he faced his superior, not masking his intent to object.   "Lady Bronya, with all due respect, I need your report on the miners' latest injured count from the Fragmentum outbreak incident. It is of the utmost urgency that we have some of my men sent-"   "No need, Seele has just taken care of it. They found the source and neutralized it along with their leader, supressing any attacks for now. The injured are already in Natasha's capable hands."   "Oh." He could only answer, part of him relieved that there were no longer defenseless civilians at risk.    "I shall return later this afternoon then and submit my report from this morning's patrols, if there are no other orders you have to give me."   He was about to salute and make for his departure when Bronya stopped him with the raise of her hand, sharing a quick glance with Pela.   "Actually, captain, I will send for the patrols to start without you today. None of your men will be expecting your presence."   He had to blink once again, dumbfounded, never once been relieved of his knightly duties this early, by a Supreme Guardian's order, no less. Alarming bells resounded in his head and his gaze narrowed as his expression darkened in seriousness.   "Is there some matter that requires my personal intervention, Lady Bronya? I will make sure to deal with it swiftly-"   "By the Architects, Gepard, I am simply relieving you of your duties for today!"   Bronya's outburst caught him off guard, not realizing he had contributed to her rising exhasperation. His arms went lax at his sides as her words finally sunk in and he took a moment to look around, some of the other oficials turning from his gaze as if caught watching their peculiar exchange. His expression started to closely resemble that of a lost puppy, unfamiliar with this turn of events.   "Then...what exactly would you have me do?" He asked in a last effort and heard Pela groan from her post, slapping a hand to her forehead.   "Gepard, I'm not telling you what to do on your day off. You are dismissed. Go and enjoy yourself today!" Bronya attempted to sound cheerful and encouraging but only managed to bring him even more distress with her answer.    He didn't have the chance to protest any further because before he knew it, he was being gently pushed out of the office by both of them.   "Belobog is thankful for your service, captain!" Bronya said, finishing it with the respectful closing of her door and he was left staring at its opulent form.   He looked down at himself, dressed in his uniform and armor and ignored the hushed gossip from the maids scurrying behind him.   What now?     There was only so much time he could spend in the confines of his room at the fortress before he grew restless. He had never been meant to stand still and the idea of idle hours was enough to terrify him.    He could visit the training grounds but that would only occupy him for a few hours at best before he grew weary. He had already attended to his plants and flowers to the best of his abilities and that had taken him minutes, even with the usual one sided conversations he would have with them.   He read once that talking to them helped with their growth.   "Why would she dismiss me? Have I done something wrong?"   Of course, spending time with only himself eventually brought up doubts that he was otherwise too busy to dwell upon. Such as if he was adequate as a captain, if he was doing enough for the people, if there were ways he could have gone differently in past events. He was as solid as the Eternal Freeze's greatest ice walls but even those had cracks, now and then.   A silent, single budding First Snow stared back at him. He sighed and finally resigned to start taking off his armor, choosing to keep his uniform trousers and boots on as he dressed down to his black undershirt. It was an odd feeling, when he would only do this as he prepared for bed yet now the day was only just beggining.   When he tired of himself there was only one place he would rather go.     "Geppie, you're here!" Serval greeted him from her workshop's doorstep, giving the warm smile that always managed to brighten up his day.   "Good morning, Serval." He gave one of his small, reserved smiles in return and didn't miss the way his sister noticed his change of attire.   "I see you're off duty, for a change. My little brother is so sweet, paying his lonely sister a visit in his free time!" Serval stepped aside and invited him in, giving him a pinch to his cheek when he had to lean down so he wouldn't hit his head on the door's roof.   "Why would you be lonely?" He asked, a worried frown on his face as he started to recall just how long it has been since he spent time with his sister.   Serval waved him off with a chuckle, setting two mugs of steaming cocoa on her reception desk and pushing one towards him. His smile widened the tiniest bit as he recognized it as his childhood mug that she had kept all these years. It was dark blue with hand drawn stars all over it.   Hers was similar, except it had dark purple guitars instead.   The day they had made them had been a fun one.   "You know I'm always joking, Geppie. So, should I dare to ask what's gotten into you for you to finally heed my advice?"   His sister was also one of the many that would scold him from time to time when he looked just a bit more exhausted than usual, that he pushed himself too far, that he needed to think of himself now and then, even if for the sake of keeping oneself alive. He knew she worried needlessly and he always felt bad about it. Yet this was what he had pledged himself to. How could he rest when there was always something for a captain to do?   "I'm afraid I was rather forced into it so I'm sorry to disappoint you."   He had expected, indeed, a sigh of disapointment but he got an amused snort instead.  He raised an eyebrow as he saw his sister struggle not to laugh, hiding her grin behind a sip of her cocoa.   "Oh, so Pela really couldn't handle it after all. I didn't think she would, honestly." She mumbled and this time snickered too.   "I'm sorry, what does Pela have to do with this?" She had been there when Bronya dismissed him but she hadn't contributed much to the exchange, only giving him strange stares.   "She found your wall. You know," Serval's smile shifted into a smirk. " the 'Sampo Wall'. She must have showed it to Bronya."   Gepard's expression didn't return her amusement.    "Would you stop calling it that? It is a perfectly reasonable way for me to organize information and it has helped me countless times in catching-"   "Yet you haven't caught the one that makes about 70% of that wall. And when the percentage becomes that high, I think it's only realistic to call it that."   "...The fact that 70% of this city's crime rate is being linked to a single man isn't worrying to you? Why shouldn't I be investigating him?"   "The Silvermane Guard have been doing a pretty good job in keeping it under control. That's probably not the first thing that went in Pela's head when she saw it." Serval gulped down the rest of her cocoa and peered at his untouched mug, raising an eyebrow and daring him to waste her most generous gift to him. He started drinking it right away, the drink having cooled down enough for him to almost finish it in one go.   "Well, what else would she think? What's so interesting about it that she would waste the Supreme Guardian's time with showing it to her?"   And more importantly, why would him doing his job be a reason for them to dismiss him?   Serval sighed, ruffling his disheveled blond hair affectionately.   "You're overthinking again, Geppie. They just want you to relax a little, that's all."   Gepard sighed as well, looking at what remained of his cocoa.   "I can relax when I want to. They don't need to force me into it." He mumbled a bit sadly, his shoulders slumping a little. He felt his sister's gentle touch upon his back and the tension slowly ebbed away.   "Perhaps," She started, her tone strangely careful. "They simply found it concerning that you have an entire wall in your room full of Sampo's face."   He was in the middle of finishing his cocoa when she said that and couldn't help but choke on it, spitting some out to his embarassment. He struggled to catch his breath, wheezing as he slapped a hand to her desk and Serval was quick to give him some water after he was a bit more composed.   His sister didn't comment any further though and thankfully decided not to address the sudden pink to his cheeks and ears.     "Oh, Sir Gepard! Welcome, welcome, what brings you here today?" Vaska greeted him as soon as the entry bell sounded, her hands occupied with a vase of beautiful Ball Peonies.   Gepard smiled widely, for once, taking three wide steps and his hands hovered over the soft petals that were now in full display.   "They've finally bloomed!" He exclaimed, wishing the Trailblazer was with him so that he could borrow the device that produced photos and he could keep this rare sight to himself forever.   "Yup, you came just in time! I was about to display them outside, they always sell pretty quickly when they bloom!" Vaska let him hold the vase and he stared a bit more at the flowers. Their beauty despite the harsh and hostile environment of their planet was a symbol of resillience that never failed to give him comfort. He was glad that people like Vaska existed, that they dedicated their lives to preserving such wondrous beings.   He couldn't help but think he would have surely missed this had he been working like usual.   And then he wondered, just how much else has he missed before?   Perhaps he really owed thanks to all the people that nagged him about rest. He knew the city went along just fine if he took a day for himself, that it was a bit of an exageration for him to think that it would all fall down if he was not there to-   "Hey, where do you think you're going with that?!! Guards, help, thief!!"   Nevermind, he knew he should have never taken off his uniform.   He hurriedly gave the vase back to Vaska, who uttered a briefly concerned 'Oh dear...' at the commotion outside, before he hurried out of the flower shop. The source of the commotion was right in front of him and he tensed as he saw an all too familiar figure being the one that had started it.   "Fellas, this seems to be a misunderstanding. This fine lady's purse was left rather precariously at this bench here and I was just about to return it, hehe...! Just an ordinary guy trying to do his good deed of the day." Sampo babbled in that overly sugary tone of his, trying to return the purse to the complaining lady's hands. She yanked it away from him with a huff, narrowing her eyes.    "See? It's not stolen! We can all go our own ways then-" He continued, his feet starting to discreetly shuffle away from the spot he was standing.    Gepard wasn't about to let him get away though. It was hard enough to catch him so cornered like this. When had Sampo gotten so bold as to practice his thievery in broad daylight in the Overworld like this?   The guards were more focused on the lady as she opened her purse so he started making his way to him. His boots thumped on the floor and announced his presence and he saw Sampo's attention finally shift to him, his emerald eyes widening almost comically as he took a loud and sharp intake of breath.   "Sampo Koski, by the authority invested in me-"   "Aaaaaah!!! Arrest him at once, my family's brooch isn't here anymore!"   "...And that's my cue to leave, this was a lovely meeting, see you around, lads!" With that he was too late to stop Sampo from reaching for a smoke bomb attached to his belt and only had time to shield his eyes and nose as he threw it to the middle of them. The lady screamed and the guards were busy shielding her from the effects of the bomb.   Gepard knew to hold his breath by now and caught Sampo's silhouette slinging himself over the nearby railing and dropping down towards the tunnel that led to the Underworld train.   "You're not getting away this time, Koski!" Gepard called out, quickly slinging himself as well and gaining ground on him as the other probably didn't expect him to be able to follow.   Sampo yelped loudly once he looked back and saw the Silvermane Captain, devoid of his armor but somehow looking even more intimidating.   "Aren't you on leave today?! Did that asshole lie to me, I can't believe he would give ol' Sampo false intel!!" Sampo bemoaned, jumping down the stairs and heading towards the tunnels instead of getting himself trapped in the train like Gepard had hoped.    He was left behind quite a bit after that, he wasn't as athletic as Sampo displayed himself to be with his incredibly agile body. It was usually the reason why he always seemed to escape, once Sampo started running away, he was as slippery as a fish.   Which could also work to his advantage, he found out. Sampo could get overconfident quite fast if he saw things were in his favor.   He tests out his new theory and slowed to a halt just as he entered the tunnel, breathing deeply through his nose as he took the time to catch his breath. Some people were staring at him from the bridge above, probably drawn in by the extraordinary sight of the Silvermane Captain running after a single thief without his armor and proper uniform on and with no men to back him up.   Now that he thought of it, this was also the first time he was alone in pursuit of Sampo. By this time, he would already be issuing orders for his men to close the perimeter and try to corner him, except the time it took for him to do so would have Sampo back and safe in one of his hideouts by then.   The unusualness of this situation could definitely be just what he needed to finally catch him unaware.   Sampo had already expressed surprise at seeing him around. He obviously caught wind that the captain had been dismissed for today and thought it the perfect oportunity to conduct his long overdue heists in the Overworld, where he usually wouldn't dare much to.    My, such intel surely traveled fast. He would almost be impressed at Sampo's range of connections if it also wasn't highly concerning.   Gepard let out a thoughtful hum as he rubbed his chin, nodding to himself. He might just add these observations to his 'Sampo Wall' later.   ...   No, wait, it was not his 'Sampo Wall'!   He was going to add the observations to his 'investigation wall'!   ...That didn't sound as good.   He would just have to temporarily adopt Serval's naming for now, for lack of better options. That was it.   He set out further into the tunnels with a steady pace, careful not to make his steps echo too loudly around the opulent space.    It wasn't long before he started hearing misplaced noises.   "Tsk, I'm going to get that lazy bum for this. He told me his sources were trustworthy. I knew it was fishy that Gepard had taken time off!" He heard Sampo mumble to himself, accompanied by the sounds of metallic jingles as he seemed to be checking his weapons.   Gepard hunched his tall form and carefully stepped closer to the source of the thief's voice, presumably coming from an alley that branched from the otherwise straight path of the tunnel.    "Ah...but I have never seen him without his armor like that ever since he became captain...he sure filled out well..."   Gepard's breathing hitched, his steps faltering in his surprise as an all too familiar heat crawled up his cheeks. What was Sampo going on about?   Was he heard? Was this his way of catching him off guard so that he could make another escape?   He managed to close a bit more distance before he heard the rustle of clothes and a sigh that made his whole body freeze.   "Hmm...Gepard...always so serious in his job...but he looks so handsome when he's chasing me~"   Gepare's brows furrowed in confusion, plastering his back to the wall as he covered his mouth to muffle his breathing. Sampo wasn't making much sense right now and he wasn't quite sure why he hadn't ambushed him yet. That was a dead end alley and the only way Sampo could escape was if he had found a way to walk through walls.   He justified it by wanting to see if he could hear Sampo slip out any names from his connections. It wasn't guaranteed that he was going to tell him anything in interrogation after all.   But all he got was another sigh and a quiet noise that he hesitantly interpreted as a moan.   "Gepard..."    He couldn't take this anymore.   He revealed himself sharply from around the corner and stomped the floor once, sending a path of frost towards Sampo's feet and effectively freezing him to the ground.   Sampo let out a startled scream that was a bit higher pitched than usual, his hands scrambling to hold onto something around his waist. Gepard couldn't risk being caught in another smoke bomb and was quick to close the distance between them, shoving the thief's front against the wall quite forcefully and causing a strained huff to slip out from the other as the captain pulled on his arms to cross them behind his back.   "Freeze!" Gepard growled against Sampo's ear and this close he could feel him shiver from it.    There were a few seconds of silence as they breathed deeply before Sampo started chuckling as if he had just heard a very good joke.   "Ah, I get it, captain." His legs shifted as if testing the frost covering him from his calves down and Gepard's hold on him tightened in warning. "Nice one~"   "Do not try to resist." Gepard advised, his tone mellowing when the other seemed to listen. "Resisting arrest will be another charge against you."   "That's so thoughtful of you, captain~" Sampo purred, resting his cheek against the cold stone wall as his emerald eyes pinned him with a relaxed look. He didn't seem that worried that he got caught and that had alarm bells blaring in Gepard's mind. "Are you going to read me my rights next?"   "I'm not here for small chat, Koski." Gepard said, willing his own voice to remain monotone as he tested his one handed grip on the other before reaching for some handcuffs. "You're coming with me."   Sampo let out a hum as if he had the choice to consider his options before his bottom lip jutted out in an exhagerated pout. Gepard's gaze was inexplicably drawn to it.   "So mean, calling me by my last name, Landau~" He drawled, his wrists rolling slightly against Gepard's grip. "I'd like to think we know each other well enough to be past that."   Unbidden, Gepard thought that Sampo sure seemed comfortable doing that when he thought himself to be alone just now.    The tip of his ears felt hot.   "Enough of this." He said,  clearing his throat and promptly cuffed Sampo's wrists together. "I'll be searching you now. Excuse me."   He made sure to always maintain his sense of manners, no matter how much the other managed to fluster him.   Something about his warning made Sampo suddenly tense, his voice wavering uncharacteristically. "Ah, captain, is there really a need for that? You already have me in cuffs, hehe, you can do that in jail."   Gepard's hands started to pat him down his torso, searching his vest for hidden pockets. "You have something that doesn't belong to you. I'm going to return it to its owner first."    Sampo squirmed as Gepard's fingers accidentaly brushed against the bare skin of his hipbone, a flustered gasp escaping him as he inadvertely flinched back against the other.   Only to feel something very intriguing poking his rear.   He tries to mask his arousal at feeling it with a teatrical whine, his squirming increasing as he tried to stop the other from making his own similar discovery.   It was a known fact that Sampo was shameless but even he knew there was a time and place for everything.    Maybe if he could embarass Gepard enough it would make him give up on it.    "Captain, you're being so bold touching me all over like that~ are you really just searching me?" He drawled and drew some delight at all the different shades of red he could see decorating Gepard's face.   "Please remain quiet, Sampo. I don't want you to make this any harder than it needs to be." Gepard said, continuously patting the other's torso as he obviously stalled searching further downwards, not really knowing why. It was bad enough that their proximity was doing unexplicably foreign things to his heartbeat.   At those words, Sampo just couldn't resist. He rolled his hips as he finally felt the captain's hand drift downwards at the same time he rubbed his butt against the growing bulge he could feel behind him . He chuckled, resting his head back against the other's shoulder and whispered directly into his ear. "Hmm, yeah, I think I've made it hard enough."   "Sampo!"    Gepard gasped, his hand moving further down Sampo's front with the movement and brushing over a distinctly wet spot. He let out a startled sound, retracting his hand quickly as if he has been burnt, the redness seeping down his cheeks and now covering his entire neck.   "Y-You're..." He stuttered, looking down at the other's undone belt, willing himself to look away before his eyes lingered too much where he had been touching before. He leaned back a bit, his hands shaking slightly as he touched the handcuffs.   Sampo didn't show any signs of being embarassed, his lips forming another pout as he whined.    "You were so rude to disrupt me like that, captain. Can't a guy have some private time while in his break?"    He heard Gepard clear his throat and, to his surprise, the captain relieved him of the cuffs. He put some more distance between them so their bodies were no longer touching. Sampo's legs remained frozen to the ground.   "I...I'm sorry, I didn't mean to be so innapropriate." His voice sounded strained as he kept his gaze away and on the ground, his hands hovering over the other, hesitant, as if unsure of what to do. Ashamed.    Gepard then decided to lift a hand to his own cheek, testing how hot it felt as he turned his body slightly away. "I'll let you regain your composure before we go."   Taking advantage that he was no longer as restrained, Sampo reached back and grabbed at the captain's shirt, catching him off guard as he pulled him flush against him. His emerald eyes gave him a sultry look, lips shaping into a smirk before he grabbed the captain's hand and promptly shoved it down his pants.   "Do you expect me to just will it away like that?" He repressed a moan as Gepard's fingers brushed over his hard length, biting his bottom lip. "You're the one that got us both in this situation~"   Gepard was breathing deeply behind him, his fingers twitching but otherwise still as he seemed to be battling himself. Sampo rolled his hips again and shoved that hand further down, no longer containing a moan as those fingers tentatively brushed his wet tip.    "I shouldn't be doing this." Gepard breathed out. His whole body was scorching against Sampo's back, the muscles tense as if he were under attack.   Sampo looked back at him and leaned up to his ear, a breathy moan escaping him as he felt Gepard finally wrap his hand around him. "Why don't you break the rules for once?" He bit gently at his lobe before his tongue snaked out to give it a languid lick. "You might even like it."   He didn't expect for Gepard to snap like that. The frost around his legs shattered and he let out a yelp as he was suddenly shoved against the wall, the captain's heavy weight upon his back pinning him in place. His other hand grabbed him firmly by the hip, his breathing stuttering as his hand gave him a slow stroke.    "Do you want this?" Gepard gritted out with strain, the hand that was on his length shaking visibly but otherwise stilled as he waited for the other to answer.   Sampo whined, nodding his head. "Aeons, yes!" He exclaimed with a chuckle, knowing this had been something he had fantasized about before, and was rewarded with the captain's answering whine, his hips thrusting once against him. "Yes, Gepard~" He moaned, his body going lax as he was shoved further to the wall, bracing his palms against it.   Gepard pulled down Sampo's pants till mid thigh, a metallic sound echoing as the stolen brooch slipped out from his pocket and fell down onto the floor. He spread the other's legs with a nudge of his thigh and Sampo tried hard to stiffle his moans as the captain started to stroke him, his dick pulsing as he felt him breathing hotly down his neck. He couldn't even think of anything else, no longer remembering the reason why he went after that old rusty brooch.   There wasn't much to say after that as the only sounds to be heard where their hushed moans, loud breathing and the slick sound of Gepard's hand stroking his cock. His legs shook from the strength of his grip, squeezing so pleasantly tight, finding the steady rythmn to be enough for the pleasure to build up.   "I'm close..." Sampo warned, his brows scrunching upwards as he made another attempt to muffle his moans, laying his arm on the wall and burying his face against it. His hips squirmed and bucked to the pace of the captain's hand. "Gepard, you're going to make me come~"   Gepard didn't say anything to that, only burying his face against his shoulder and nodding, quickening the pace of his hand. He was grinding deep into his ass with forceful thrusts and Sampo shuddered, feeling the fully hard length pressed against him and wanting badly to know what it would feel like unclothed.   The thought alone was enough to make his eyes roll and he bit at his arm as his orgasm hit him. He threw his head back and his moan was loud enough to almost resemble a shout as he came all over the captain's hand, his own hand reaching up to grab tightly at messy blond hair. He felt Gepard tense after that to then shudder violently as he groaned and his thrusts stuttered to a stop against his ass. Sampo felt his body grow lax as he rode his afterglow, panting loudly and letting himself be caught in the other's hold as Gepard wrapped his arms around him. It was a firm but gentle grip that made Sampo's heart skip a beat.   He couldn't remember the last time someone held him like that.   "Oh, fuck." Sampo sighed, the nape and tips of his hair glistening with sweat. He gave Gepard's hair a slight tug and started detaching himself from him for a bit.    He couldn't take this anymore, his body felt like it was on fire and he needed more.    He turned around, catching the dazed look in Gepard's beautiful baby blue eyes and started tugging at his belt, undoing the clasps. He mouthed at the hard bulge he could still feel, shuddering all over at the thought of putting the captain's dick in his mouth.    "Let me...I have to-" He babbled as he rushed but was stopped by Gepard's hands, firmly, before he could tug the pants down.    "There's..." Gepard cleared his throat as his voice came out hoarse. His face was still entirely red as he avoided making eye contact. "There's no need for that."   Sampo had never seen a man rejecting head but then he realized the front of Gepard's pants felt soaking wet and he paused, mouth open in surprise.   "Did you come just from humping me like some dog, captain?" He couldn't help but tease, wanting to laugh at how Gepard's breath stuttered to then look down at him with a frown.   "I...no, it wasn't just that. Your sounds and..." Sampo found it cute that he was trying to explain it, as if he didn't know how these things worked himself.   He stood up, smoothing his hands up the other's broad chest like he has wanted to do so many times before. He traced his thumb over Gepard's bottom lip as he shut up and hummed thoughtfully, looking down at it.   It was so very tempting to close the distance.   He pulled up his pants and redid his belt, turning his back to him and offering his wrists. It wouldn't do for him to add 'resisting arrest' to his charges.    Unless Gepard was into that sort of thing, of course.   "Alright, captain, I believe I've regained my composure. I think we can go." He threw him a sly look and Gepard scrambled to cuff him once he remembered why exactly they were really here and what their roles were. He cleared his throat and retrieved the fallen brooch, putting it in his pocket.   "Right." He muttered, grabbing Sampo's arm and started leading him away towards the nearest guard post.     In a way, he had been expecting this outcome. No Silvermane Guard had ever been able to hold Sampo for long and that was what greeted him when he came back from returning the brooch to the thankful lady from before, looking over at his dazed men and chaos around the post. He sighed as he found a note taped on an unconscious guard's forehead, a sloppy big heart drawn on it with his name.   'Thank you for spending your day off with me, captain. Let's do this again another time~'   Only he would ever know the true implication of Sampo's words. His face felt hot again as he carefully folded the note and put it in his pocket for safekeeping.   And no, this one was definitely not going to his 'Sampo Wall'.  

Bad Decision

['Chickenparm']

Explicit

F/M, M/M

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

Dan Heng/Reader

Dan Heng, Reader

Masturbation, Accidental Voyeurism, Phone Sex, Reader is the Trailblazer, No use of y/n, Smut, Chapter One is Gender Neutral, Chapter Two is Female Anatomy, No pronouns or other gender descriptors used, Vaginal Sex, Grinding, Porn with Feelings, Fluff, Fluff and Smut, Pining, Naked Female Clothed Male

English

2023-04-28

Completed

2023-05-04

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Dan Heng never calls.  It’s not that he’s a complete recluse - he’ll message of his own volition, and answer your messages within an instant, so long as he isn’t busy. But unless it’s an emergency, he never, ever calls.  It takes my attention away from other tasks. He explained once, when March brought it up. His habit of delivering his sentences lends itself more to if someone were reading from a dictionary, rather than explaining interesting facts about themselves. Facts that you squirrel away and covet, because you have a bad habit of making bad decisions, and Dan Heng is a very bad decision waiting to be made.  Because there’s no universe where it would be a good idea to have the sort of feelings for him that you do. Sickening, clawing, creeping up your back and behind your rib cage every time he glances at you from the corner of his eye to share a look with you for any number of reasons. March’s antics, a frustrating informant, a quiet second after a quick brawl where he makes sure you’re unharmed.  Maybe it’s for the best that it’s just you and March on this scouting mission this time. It’s been wrapped up nicely, nothing too out of the ordinary, leaving the two of you to stay in your lodgings for the night before returning to the Astral Express that lingers far above the atmosphere. At least, you tell yourself it’s for the best.  March is a good friend, and will be dear to you always, but there’s a distinctly Dan-Heng-Shaped space next to you that’s been drawing far too much of your attention during your stay on this planet.  It’s with the knowledge in mind that Dan Heng only calls when it’s something important or an emergency, that you sit up in bed when your phone chimes with the ringtone you’d set for him during a bored moment in the parlor car. When he’d humored you for a moment and sat right next to you on those long sofas while you scrolled through each sound you downloaded that reminded you of him.  So, as you scramble for your phone and bring it to your ear, your breath hitches for a moment in panic. Because if Dan Heng thinks something is an emergency, then it’s an Emergency. No sound leaves you at first as you expect him to start speaking immediately, to not mince words, but nothing greets you beyond a quiet, steady rustling sound.  It’s not fabric. Maybe a little wet, like the sound of skin against skin, and something suspicious brews in you as you hold your breath and just listen. The first real sound you hear is a quiet exhale. At the very end it shakes, as if the owner of such a sound shivers a little. Then, the sound of more rustling, before the sound of Dan Heng spitting. The sound from before returns, and what once was vaguely identifiable is now unmistakable.  Silently, you press your back against the wall the bed is pushed against, your hand over your mouth as you try not to make a single sound. You’re well aware that this is disgusting behavior; Dan Heng is having a private moment. Intruding on him in this way would cause irreparable damage to any sort of relationship you’d been trying to build with him.  But how can you stop? The monarch of bad decisions, making the worst one of all without a second thought. Your eyes stare off, unseeing as you try to imagine what the other end of the line might look like.  Dan Heng is on the Astral Express, there’s no doubt about that. The archives filled with cerulean light from the twisting blue pattern of its flooring, only blocked by the thin mattress of his bed and the books that are scattered around it. Would he be sitting up, curled in on himself while he seeks his pleasure? Or perhaps he would be sprawled across his bedding with his cock in hand and unashamed of what he’s doing.  Dan Heng doesn’t seem the type to be embarrassed by it. Sure, everyone’s done it at some point, but you desperately want to know what he’s thinking as he treats you with another sound. A quiet grunt, his pace pausing for a moment and leaving the line silent before it picks up again and goes even faster. It seems he’s found something he likes. Another breath, a sharp inhale, then a quiet moan that makes your toes curl and your teeth grit. And you’re not even there. What would he look like if that were your hand stroking his cock, memorizing exactly what he likes so you can drive him to the edge and pull him back from it. Over and over again, teasing him with a release you won’t provide until he’s shaking and flushed and begging for it.  What a pretty sight it would be to have Dan Heng beneath you, looking at you through half-lidded eyes as you lean down and drag your tongue along him. Everything about him is pretty; surely his cock would be as well. Closing your eyes to the darkness of your temporary room, you imagine the arch of his back as he nudges the back of your throat. And through it all he would murmur your name pleadingly, just like he’s doing right now- You gasp, eyes snapping open. All sound on the other end cuts out, and then a quiet swear before frantic rustling. Then, your name again, this time spoken imploringly and terrified . A question you can’t bring yourself to answer as you press your palm so hard over your mouth that your teeth dig into the soft flesh inside your lips.  No one breathes, no one hangs up. Just a drawn out silence before he says your name again, so much quieter. Almost defeated, just before he nearly whispers, “Why didn’t you hang up?” Whisper or not, hearing his voice is too much for your suddenly-overworked brain to handle. The phone beeps cheerfully as you hit the end call button and press your palms to your eyes.  Dan Heng’s ringtone sings for you only once more, before the simple ping of a message arriving fills the room. It’s an admonishment, a suggestion for you to not return with March back to the Astral Express. Himeko and Mr. Yang have already been told that you’re a pervert for listening in on Dan Heng’s private moment. Pom-pom is already throwing your luggage into the incinerator as you lay in your bed and wallow.  At least, that’s what you assume, because so far you’re only staring at the blinking yellow light on your phone that indicates you have notifications built up.  For better or worse, Dan Heng is waiting.  With shaking fingers, you lift the device. The facial recognition kicks in immediately, even in the dark, and you’re left staring at the home screen with a few icons, two of which have notifications. One for a missed call, one for a direct message. Foregoing the call, you open whatever it is that he has to spit at you.  Please call me back. Perfect. He wants to tell you in person what a freak you are. What a degenerate you must be to so crudely sit by and listen to something so personal. Clutching your phone until your fingers hurt from its edges, you try to push the memory of his quiet sounds from your head before calling him. The little grunt, the sigh, the moan, your name- Your name. When he didn’t realize you were listening. In a moment of what should’ve been complete privacy, without knowledge of you listening yet, Dan Heng had said your name and your thumb sweats as you hit the call button.  “Having second thoughts?” Is his immediate accusation, and you stammer for a moment because what do you even say to that? A questioning sound leaves your throat, and a huff of air breezes past the receiver on his end. “You didn’t hang up immediately. You must have liked what you were hearing, or you wouldn’t have continued listening to what I was doing.” “I thought it was an emergency-” “A likely excuse, except I can see the call’s duration. Eight minutes to wait for an emergency?” Dan Heng sounds uncharacteristically amused - which is to say not very much at all. But you’ve spent enough time in his presence to pick up on the little nuances, even if you can’t see the micro expressions he favors.  Dan Heng has you pinned with so little effort. And he’s not even trying . You give in immediately, phone shaking next to your ear as you quietly affirm, “Yes, I did. Like it, I mean. I’m sorry, Dan Heng-” “I’m not asking for an apology. It’s obvious we both have things to apologize for, so it equals out. You for listening in when you weren’t meant to, and me for shamelessly using thoughts of you to relieve myself. I think that sounds fair.” Not when he says it like that. How does something so blunt still somehow get your blood rushing through your ears, warming your cheeks, and cause an ache to form in the bottom of your gut? Loudly, you swallow around your nerves and choke out a response. “That’s fair.” “Then that’s settled.” Rustling again; is he laying down now? Has he redressed, or is he nude? Or perhaps he still has himself in hand, moving so slowly you can’t hear it. Dan Heng cuts your thoughts off precisely where he wants them - in the gutter. “Should I keep going? Would you like that?” “...What?” It’s such a rare sound for Dan Heng to laugh in any capacity. Even this is little more than a sound of amusement from under his breath, but you latch onto it anyway. It keeps you grounded to the moment as he asks again, “Do you want to keep listening? It’s a simple yes or no answer. If you say no, we won’t speak of this again.” “And if I say yes?” You hate how breathless you sound, how excited. Because it’s a dead giveaway on how you’ve been feeling up to this point - no one gets this excited just to hear some guy touch himself over the phone, right? No one normal, at least.  A moment of silence, stretching on for a little too long before that entrancing sound of skin-on-skin again, nearly agonizing in its slowness. Shakily, a breath rings out over the line, this time unmuffled and crystal clear. Something in you throbs at the prospect of it all.  Dan Heng’s voice loses its evenness as he clarifies things for your addled brain. “Then you sit there and listen, and you do nothing else. Not until you’re back on the Astral Express.”  “And… When I’m back?” The earpiece sounds heavenly as his hum rolls through it, like he appreciates your questioning. It takes a beat for him to say anything, and in that span you get to appreciate the hiss he makes between his teeth as he goes a little faster. The side of your face is burning hot under the phone’s dormant screen; you’re nearly pushing it into your skull from your own excitement.  “Then you’ll get to watch. And compare the real thing to what you’re thinking of right now.” All you want is for him to keep going, to keep talking about the things he’s planning to do with you when you return. Would he be so welcoming to your own machinations? Dan Heng is no mind reader, but he’s not stupid. Surely he knows what’s going through your mind now, though maybe not the exact depths of the depravity.  But you’re not about to enlighten him. Instead, you do what he expects, quietly listening and keeping your breathing measured as his groan rolls through the phone. Every urge demands that you reach down and take care of yourself too, but there was an implication to his words. Nothing else , he said. Only sit and listen, like you wanted to do in the first place.  Dan Heng is surprisingly cruel, you think.  Seemingly exhausted of his willingness to keep speaking to you, he simply… lets go. Dan Heng is quiet, though you can tell by the pitch of his sounds and the sudden urgency he takes while murmuring your name again that he must be close. The way he calls for you is like a taunt, and for a man so pacifistic, he sure is getting a kick out of causing you untold grief.  “Dan Heng, please , can I-” “ No. ” It’s grit through his teeth, like his whole body has tensed. Impending orgasm has a way of making even the more passive person into someone needy and demanding, and he exercises that right by urging you, “Say something. Anything. Tell me what you would do if you were here.” “I’d watch, just like you want me to.” Bravado is easy to fake, and you’ve had more than enough practice over the months as a Trailblazer. Your voice is surprisingly even, “I’d kneel at the end of your bed and watch you touch yourself for me.” A swear leaves him in a language you’re not familiar with. Only his tone suggests it’s something more than some plain declaration. Then, “When you get back, come straight here. Don’t talk to Himeko, don’t get caught up by Pom-Pom.” “That eager for me?” You have no grounds to be teasing anyone, but he gives you this one chance to have a small victory. Only to bring it crashing down with his words forced through his tense jaw.  “You have no clue. You’ll see.” No response comes from you as your mind tries to smooth those words down into something a little more easily digestible, despite their deceptive shortness. There’s a lot to unpack there, and it’s impossible to do so when his breath is coming quicker and he’s moving faster. Your name leaves him one last time, just loud enough for goosebumps to raise across your skin at the knowledge of what he’s done.  Of what you’d listened to, of what you just participated in. In the span of an hour, everything is different. This time tomorrow, you’ll be back on the Astral Express, and you’re not sure if that terrifies you or excites you.  You’re not quite convinced anymore that Dan Heng is still a bad decision.  chickenparm.tumblr.com ha ha dan heng.......................................................................................... Despite Dan Heng’s insistence, Himeko and Welt are far too akin to mother hens to ever let you slip onto the ship and not report everything that happened on the planet below.  Shifting from foot to foot, you listen to the two of them go around and round with March before the conversation finally winds down to a point that you can feasibly say, “Dan Heng asked me to stop by so we could update the Archives for the Express together. I should probably go do that before I forget anything important.” “That’s probably for the best. You’ve had a long week; make sure you get some rest.” Welt turns to speak with Himeko a little quieter, but his eyes follow you as you leave the parlor car a little too quickly. There’s something to be said about his perceptiveness, but you can’t be bothered with it when you know Dan Heng is waiting for you.  The text that buzzed in your pocket in the middle of your conversation told you so. A quick glance in the middle of one of March’s tirades revealed it was only three periods; a reminder of his existence. Like you could ever forget, especially after what happened the night prior. Your hands are still shaking.  There’s no point in knocking. He knows you’re here, you know that he knows, and you’re far too impatient to look him in the eye and see if your imagination from last night was as good as you suspect it was. The door slides open, then closed, and you lock it for good measure.  Dan Heng sits at his chair, slouched with his phone in his hands. A quick glance at the screen reveals he’d been simply staring at the open conversation window between the two of you. On your entry, he drops the phone to the desk and grips the arm rests to push himself upright, looking over his shoulder.  Once he realizes it’s you, he lets out a breath and loses a bit of that stiffness. Jerking off on the phone with someone tends to make you a little more comfortable around them, it seems.  “How was your trip?” “You and I both know we couldn’t give a shit about that.” You say bluntly, crossing the room. Dan Heng wanted you here, wanted you to listen, and then demanded you come to him. He made promises about what he’d do with you when you got here, and now that you’re in front of him, he’s stalling with pleasantries? On any other day, you’d have basked in the opportunity to speak with him in any way possible. This time, there’s something new on the table; an irresistible offer that you’ve been pining over since you woke up with his face less than an inch from your own back on the space station. Now he’s looking at you, one elbow slung over the back of his chair, all but inviting you to make the next step.  It’s five steps across the room, two steps up on the raised platform, and only a half-step to finish crossing the distance. Seven-and-a-half steps for you to stop short and lose your nerve.  Dan Heng, with all his perception, picks up on your faltering almost as soon as you do. The chair squeals across the plexiglass flooring as he gets to his feet, nudging it out of the way so he can finish what the two of you started.  Like a meteor, he crashes into you with grasping hands and lips that feel impossibly smooth compared to your bitten ones. The tips of his fingers dig into your upper arms, almost as if he expects you’ll try to run. Even if you wanted to, there’s no escaping the way his hands only loosen enough to wind around you and crush you against his chest.  Against his lips, you murmur his name, but it’s muffled and completely disregarded. In fact, nothing seems to matter to him besides turning the two of you, then deftly winding a leg around yours as he shifts his weight and tips you backward.  The mattress on his floor is as hard as it seems at first glance. His hand at the back of your head and the arm around your waist keeps you from hitting it any harder than you have to, but it still takes your breath away. Dan Heng gives it back to you as he meets your lips again, something desperate crawling out of him now that the first of what seems to be many steps has been taken.  Dan Heng settles himself between your parted legs, your knees bracketing his hips as he kneels over you. From beneath, the pulsating blue light of the flooring casts his skin into something ethereal, otherworldly and barely conceivable. He pulls back, braced on his hands as he stares down at you in a single moment of quiet contemplation.  “Still with me?” The words breeze across your cheeks as he speaks them, rolling across your skin and nearly evaporating before you have the chance to comprehend them. The answer is almost no, for the simple fact that you weren’t yourself for the span of time between him kissing you and him bringing the two of you to his spartan bed.  But then you find enough of your faculties to breathe, to kick-start your thoughts and really take stock of the burning of desire in your gut. “Not going anywhere until you kick me out.” “The others will start to get suspicious.” He leans in again, nosing along your cheek until he gets to your ear. As if he were telling some grave secret, Dan Heng warns, “We could just let them know we’re together, now. That’s simple enough.” “Are we?” You respond, eyelashes brushing your cheeks as you close your eyes at the sensation. Every little exhale he makes is against the shell of your ear, and you almost think it’s simply his breath that’s caressing the shape until you hear the rustling of his movements. His fingers sweep along the arch before the featherlight touch of his knuckles drags down, down, down along the tendon of your neck.  It’s not a denial that comes from you, just a simple question of where he thinks the two of you stand. You’ll go with it regardless; Dan Heng hasn’t led you wrong before, and you’re not about to start doubting him now, when you’re most vulnerable. His laughter is a rare treat, and even now as it curls beneath his breath, it feels like the presence of something incredibly priceless.  “We are.” Dan Heng answers with ease and simplicity, like he’s so assured of all this. Like he hadn't panicked for a moment before you hung up on him the first time last night. Somewhere along the way, he’d pieced things together and sharpened his confidence into a blade that teases along your skin between the knuckles of his fingers, now.  And that’s enough of an answer for you. With him, there are very few hidden meanings to his words. Now wouldn’t be the time to start; you’re meant to take his answer at face value. Turning your head, you ghost your lips along his cheek in a silent acceptance. What happens now is up to him, but the way his shifts to press his hips against yours makes it obvious enough that the two of you are on the same page, here. There are a thousand, thousand things that he could do with you, now that he’s got his hands on you. You have no idea, he’d said over the phone, a lingering promise to show you if you’d let him. But the choice he makes is the simplest, the most easy at this point in time. With a slow grind of his hips, he presses against you and his moan shudders against your ear, so akin to how he’d sounded over the phone.  Unfiltered, shot directly into your veins with the threat of addiction, Dan Heng repeats the same sounds he made for you over the phone, each accompanied by a roll of his body against yours. Each sigh, each moan, matched perfectly with the tone you remember vividly despite the slight static that accompanied it.  Like he’d been practicing, like he planned this. Digging your nails into his shoulders, beneath the fabric of his jacket but above his shirt, you needle at him for answers that you’ll gladly match with your own if he asked. “How many times did you get off while thinking of me?” “Too many.” A single laugh leaves him, tinged with cynicism, as if he’s in disbelief of himself for such an answer.  Dan Heng, always so concise, hasn’t given you enough information. “For how long?” “How many astral cycles has it been since you first boarded?” A question for a question, and while you were willing to answer them all, this one is a little obvious. Dan Heng keeps his cheek pressed to yours, the faint dusting of his eyelashes against your temple as they flutter with each of his movements. “I wish March hadn’t been there when I found you.” At first, you don’t know what he’s talking about. What difference would it have made if she wasn’t there?  But then the memory of his face so close to yours, not unlike how it is now as he pulls back to gauge your reaction through half-lidded eyes. Of March’s hand planting on his cheek to push him away and cheer about your newfound consciousness. The faint murmurs about CPR, the flash of his scent in your nose as the first real intrusion on your senses upon waking up.  Whether it’s his idea of a joke or not, you still let out a quiet laugh and tug him back in for a kiss. A do-over for what he seems to think he was denied that day, though he’s had plenty of those since you walked through that door not so long ago.  Words lose meaning when they’re murmured into each other's mouth, so you stop altogether. Only conversation through actions is what matters, and Dan Heng is particularly good at body language with how he makes it clear how badly he wants you. Fingers that once brushed against your skin gently grow greedy and seek more. Untucking clothing and pulling at zippers, revealing more and more until you’re laid bare beneath him and he can touch where he pleases.  And that seems to be everywhere. The slope of your shoulders, your collarbones, the plane of your sternum and across your stomach. As if testing the give, he squeezes at your hips and lets out a pleased little sigh at what he feels there. Against your ear, his breaths come hot and heavy, an unexpected excitement starting to color them with each shift of his hands, each rock of his clothed cock against your bare pussy.  Why he’s dragging this out, you’re not sure. It could be some sick form of delayed gratification, but you’re finding it hard to see any positives to it when your skin is starting to feel too tight and your legs itch to kick out, to press down against the thin mattress and buck up against him. Dan Heng is exploring you thoroughly, but not in the ways you want him to.  Brokenly, you groan, “Dan Heng, come on -” “I like to savor things I know I’m going to enjoy.” Groaning and letting your arms fall from his shoulders, splayed out to your sides, you do your absolute best to coerce him into doing anything more than grinding himself against you and squeezing at every inch of your body he can feasibly reach without separation. “It’s not going to run out. This isn’t a one-time thing.” Pulling back, he looks at you with eyes that are crinkled in the corners just so . Amusement of any sort is a good look for him, even if it’s at your expense. “Fine, but pushing me now will only make it worse for you later.” “Then I’ll deal with that later .”  Carefully, Dan Heng pries one of his hands from your hip, using it to work blindly at belts and sashes around his waist that you can’t be bothered to learn the layout of just yet. Eventually, after much practice, but it’s best to leave things to the expert for now. Against your lower stomach, the weight of his cock slaps wetly - he’s just as worked up as you are.  “Alright. Later, then.” Maybe there’s a little regret in not allowing him to at least get you ready. The rounded head of his cock bumps against your entrance, his hand hooks beneath your knee to spread you wider, and you’re given only a moment to recenter before he’s sinking into you with a swift, persistent push.  And the sound he makes. Beneath his breath, rumbling, eyes fluttering shut, Dan Heng moans so prettily that you’re convinced you’re not dreaming. If only because there’s no way you could come up with a vocalization so striking on your own, no matter how good your imagination might be during lonely nights thinking of the man pushing deeper into you with each passing thought you have.  Your arms that had been flung out to your sides search for purchase, finding it around the edge of the mattress, as your knuckles ache from the pressure of your grip. Dan Heng’s cheek presses against yours again, an attempt to comfort you with actions as well as words, “Take a breath. Give it a second.” There’s an undertone to his words, a bit of teasing that suggests you might be regretting asking him to go so quickly. But the sharpness is exquisite, mingling with the sudden feeling of being stretched full. Shakily, you bring one hand to loop under his arm, splaying across his back as if he were stable enough to keep you anchored while also being the reason you’re out-of-body.  Fingertips press between his shoulder blades, your nails dig into the glass flooring, and Dan Heng pulls back. His teeth find purchase on your neck, his fists bury in the blankets, and Dan Heng thrusts forward.  And as soon as he bottoms out, one hand slaps over your mouth to muffle the sudden yelp that leaves you, undignified and embarrassing with its pitch. His thumb hooks beneath your chin, palm over your mouth, holding you still as he repeats the motion again and again, agonizingly slowly, as if he wants to make sure you feel every inch of his cock as he fucks you.  Between leaving little marks of his teeth against your skin, he warns you, “If you’re too loud, someone’s going to come asking questions. Do you really want to explain to March why we’re in here together with the door closed?” As if you’d bother to answer the door in the first place. Surely she’s not naive enough to misinterpret whatever sounds would come out of here while Dan Heng is very obviously preoccupied with you in particular. Matters aren’t helped when he makes a particularly sharp thrust, enough that his own breath leaves him in an appreciative exhalation.  There’s a vague sort of awareness that you look like a mess. Sweaty, rumpled, writhing beneath him as he takes his sweet time working you open around him, each push accompanied by the increasing volume of your wet arousal, his skin slapping against yours, the quiet jingle of his accessories as his clothing shifts.  It’s unfair that you’re so bare while he’s removed only enough to do what he needs. Surely the rest of his skin would be just as beautiful as what you’ve been allowed to see so far. Alabaster and smooth marble, impassive unless you knew exactly where to look.  Instinctively, you note the little space between Dan Heng’s brows where they furrow together, the twitch at his jaw where his muscles tense. This is the closest you’ve seen him to coming undone, and it’s entirely attributed to the feeling of you clenching around him, the racing thoughts in your head bringing you to places that leave you treading dangerously close to the edge.  So many questions begin to crop up in your mind as it works too hard and too fast, a direct correlation to the way his pace has picked up accordingly. With each consistent, precise impalement of his cock inside you, a new demand flickers through your mind before it’s gone again.  Incoherence muddles any ardent words you’d like to speak. Ones that ask him to go harder, faster, give you more.  Bliss floods your veins as you lock your ankles behind his back and keep him close, keep him deep enough that there’s no chance you’ll go unfilled as your walls flutter, and then your entire being shatters until you’re little more than a pulse synchronized with his own stuttering pace.  Maybe he fucks you for a thousand years in one go, or perhaps it’s only a few moments longer. But it still feels like an eternity until you come down to the feeling of each and every pulse of his release hitting inside. Dan Heng positively throbs inside you, fingers digging into skin wherever he can reach to keep himself from making the very sounds he warned you against.  At the very least, you can hear the quiet whine under his breath as he exhales and shudders against you. It’s a small mercy you’re coherent enough to ferret that away, just as you did with everything else Dan Heng provided over the phone, and the encore he gave you as a treat for coming to him as swiftly as you could.  The bed does nothing to cushion the blow as he all but collapses on top of you, resting between your thighs as his lips absently trace paths on your skin with minimal movement from his head. Occasionally, he’ll attempt to leave a mark, but out of laziness or exhaustion, there’s hardly enough force behind it to provide anything lasting.  There’s time later, certainly, because you’re not going to let him get away with just the once. It’s obvious it goes both ways, with how his arms worm their way beneath you to attach himself, as if he still wasn’t buried inside you to the point of feeling his heartbeat just off-tempo from your own.  Dan Heng’s breath is damp against your neck, mingling with the traces of saliva he left in his amorous wake. With your own weak limbs, you lift your hands to the back of his head and bury your fingers between thick locks, not quite tugging but not letting him go if he wanted to.  Maybe you should say something. Solidifying whatever this was is probably a good idea, but if you focus hard enough, you can feel the slight pout of his lips as his cheek presses against your collar and he threatens to let his weariness take over.  Dealing with matters the day after seems to be the running theme with this. With that in mind, you settle back onto the hard mattress and close your eyes. Shades of blue dance along your eyelids from the glowing floor, lending a cooling effect that soothes your singed nerves and lust-burned skin.  Dan Heng isn’t one to leave things half-finished, and you know for certain that neither of you are finished here. How much is left to be done is anyone’s guess, but if it turns out to be an endless sort of project, well… You wouldn’t be so opposed.  In time with your own, his heartbeat slows, his grip grows lax, and you try not to laugh at his expense. If he was up as late as you suspect last night, then he sorely needs his rest.  Just a short one.   

it's all too strange and strong

['haejjoon']

Teen And Up 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 & March 7th & Trailblazer (Honkai: Star Rail)

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

Canon Compliant, Canon Universe, Fluff, Kissing, Falling In Love, Slow Burn, well its mostly canon compliant anyway, i change up a few lines here and there for consistency's sake, kabedon with a spear?, Honkai Star Rail MC Is A Bastard, Dan Heng is Bad at Feelings (Honkai: Star Rail), Dan Heng's Attempts At CPR (Honkai: Star Rail)

English

2023-05-04

Completed

2023-05-04

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Dan Heng doesn’t know CPR. He knows the theory behind it, of course. In the case of irregular breathing, pulse, or cardiac arrest, cardiopulmonary resuscitation must be administered via thirty chest compressions, and then two breaths, then thirty chest compressions again. Rinse and repeat, and then do it again. Aim for five sets within two minutes. Continue until the recipient rouses, or help arrives. But—embarrassing as it is to admit—the extent of his understanding ends there.  He isn’t as all-knowing as March makes him out to be. He reads and remembers things, sure, but he isn’t like Mr. Yang, whose encompassing knowledge seems to stretch beyond planets and universes.  Recall, and recapitulate. March likes to call him a ‘walking encyclopedia,’ and her assessment is correct. The best he can do is repeat knowledge he’s taken in, not unlike a phonograph playing a pre-taped record. But the situation now is this: Dan Heng doesn’t know CPR, there’s a person who desperately needs CPR, and March would probably end up killing him if she was the one to try—keyword, try— administering CPR. So. “You got this,” March says encouragingly, stepping back to make room. There’s a nervous grin on her face. “And if you accidentally end up being the one to stop his heart or something, I promise I won’t tell!” Ugh. He knows she wouldn’t. She’s covered up far worse for him before. “Just let me concentrate,” Dan Heng mutters, crouching down to his knees. Aeons above. How did it go again? The person’s pulse is weak, but it isn’t irregular—his breaths, though, are getting more stilted by the second. In that case, should he skip the compressions, and go straight for mouth-to-mouth?  Yes, that seems about right. Or does it? He isn’t sure. Something feels off. Is he remembering wrong?  Suddenly, his expression pinches, and he lets out a small, weak sound.  “Dan Heng, any day now,” March trills, voice anxious. “All right,” he snaps back. Okay. Yes. Mouth-to-mouth it is.  Despite the strained furrow of his eyebrows, he really is… good looking, in an odd, otherworldly way. His visage is so perfect, it’s unsettling—almost like each feature had been lovingly felted on, pore by painstaking pore. Thoughts pepper his brain the closer he leans in. Smooth skin, it supplies unhelpfully. Freckles, like stars. Just a few of them on his nose—one, two, three, four— “Any day now!” “I got it,” Dan Heng grouches as he promptly banishes his thoughts from his mind, and cups his cheek with his palm.  It doesn’t matter. This doesn’t matter. He’s saving a life. Or trying to, anyway. His eyelids flutter open and shut, unused to such close proximity, as he feels his lips barely brush against his own— “Wait, stop it!” Dan Heng’s eyes snap open in surprise as March’s shrill voice pierces the air. A startled noise escapes him as a cold hand— March’s hand—unceremoniously shoves his face aside. “They’re awake,” March says excitedly, peering down at the stirring stranger. Dan Heng glares at the back of her head. She didn’t have to push. His eyes open, shining with a radiant gold hue. Despite their confused haze, there’s a strange, transcendent intensity to them. When his gaze slides over to Dan Heng, his throat catches. The sudden thoughts from earlier come flooding back— skin like glass, freckles like stars. The hand that had cupped his jaw tingles, electric. Odd. So odd. He wants to observe this feeling for some reason—take it apart, study everything there is to know about it, and then piece it back together again.  But as with all things, there’s an appropriate time and place to analyze and ponder. So he shelves the feeling deep into his chest, searches for his missing voice to return, and straightens up.  “—I’m sure you can at least remember your name?” March says kindly. He blinks once, slow. “I…” His voice is rough with disuse. “I think it was… Caelus?” He looks up, meeting Dan Heng’s eyes once more.  This time, though, Dan Heng’s voice doesn’t catch. He refuses to let it run from him again. “Caelus. It’s nice to meet you,” he repeats, testing the name out on his tongue. It feels natural. It makes sense. —Ah. The feeling is back. No. Not now. “My name is Dan Heng, and this is March 7th.” He buries the sensation down, down, down—places it right next to his ribs, under his beating heart, and refuses to look away. -   It isn’t often that Dan Heng’s intuition is off. Nine times out of ten, his first impression of someone is usually the correct one—and if it isn’t, it’s extremely close.  But. “So, like, does this data bank include everything?” Caelus asks, grinning from ear to ear. “Like your baby pictures?”  With Caelus, he might have just missed the mark completely. Dan Heng snaps his book shut, mouth thinning into an unimpressed line. “No. As I told you, we only log the relevant details for each expedition. Besides, I wasn’t born on the Express.” “No? Bummer. You seem real familiar with the place, so I thought—I dunno, like Mr. Yang adopted you when you were young or something,” Caelus shrugs.  “...Adopted?” Dan Heng echoes, perplexed. What? “Well, you look nothing alike, so.” He squints, assessing Dan Heng’s face. “Though I guess you could just take after your mom? But you call Mr. Yang by his name.” “Mr. Yang isn’t my father.”  “Some kids just do that, though, so I guess it isn’t all that weird,” he continues, completely ignoring Dan Heng’s interjection. “I’m glad your relationship with him is so strong, though. Especially after what happened to your mom—sorry for her loss, by the way.” “Why did you kill her off?” Wait, that isn’t even the important part. “Whatever. Like I said, Mr. Yang isn’t my—” “It must have been so hard for you,” Caelus says somberly, reaching out to pat Dan Heng on the shoulder. “My condolences.” “Caelus, I keep saying—” He catches the slight smirk on his face, and sighs. “You’re messing with me.” “What? Me? No way.” His grin is lopsided. “I would never joke about your mom’s death.” Dan Heng fixes him a flat stare, and he raises his hands in mock surrender. “Sorry. I just wanted to see if you’d smile. Wasn’t it funny?” …It was a little funny. “Not in the slightest.” “Boo.” Caelus pouts, crossing his arms. “Then mission failed, I guess. I’ll get ‘em next time.”  The spot where he’d held his shoulder is warm. “Mission failed… to do what? If you wanted to see my baby pictures, you’re more than a few years too late.” “I wasn’t gunning for the baby pictures! Well—yes I was. But that wasn’t the main mission.” Caelus reaches up with his index fingers, and tugs at the corners of his mouth in a big, beaming grin. “Your smile! You’re always kind of expressionless, so I wanted to see what a smile might look like on you.” “You’ve only known me for about a day,” Dan Heng points out, brows furrowing. “How can you say that I’m ‘always’ expressionless?” Expressionless… is a first. According to March and Himeko, Dan Heng can’t hide a thing. Though to be fair, their assessment of him comes from his inability to hide his displeasure. You’re so obvious when you’re annoyed, March told him once, teasing. Usually you just kind of sigh and let me do my own thing. Don’t  get me wrong, I like it! This way, I know exactly when to apologize. “...I might just not trust you,” he finally says. “Keeping your cards close to your chest is a rational decision to make, you know.” When Caelus responds, his voice is deceptively casual.  “Do you always make it a habit of yours to kiss people you don’t trust, then?” It’s a very fortunate thing that Dan Heng doesn’t choke. “—I wasn’t trying to kiss you,” he manages, voice somehow sounding remarkably normal. “I was attempting to administer CPR. Your breathing was extremely irregular, and your pulse was weak.” Caelus shoots him a questioning grin. “Your eyes were closed, and you were cupping my cheek. I think that’s a kiss—unless the great, knowledgeable Dan Heng didn’t actually know what he was doing?” Even while wearing such a grin ill-suited to his too-perfect features, Caelus looks striking. Not in a typically attractive manner, but in a strange, celestial way.  But Dan Heng’s sure of it now. There’s no way his initial impression of him was correct. The only thing more alien than Caelus’ otherworldly features is his—to be frank—impossibly cocksure personality.  “...Yes. You’re right.” Dan Heng presses his lips into a thin line. “I didn’t know what I was doing. All I knew was that you were struggling to breathe, and that you needed some sort of resuscitation—in hindsight, I realize that attempting it without any practical experience was incredibly dangerous. So for that, I apologize.” The smile slowly slips off Caelus’ face. “Ah—Dan Heng, I was kidding—besides, you don’t need to—” “And I’m sorry for breaching your personal space. I wasn’t trying to take advantage of your vulnerable state, despite how it may have looked.” Dan Heng fixes Caelus his (according to him) trademark expressionless stare. “Rest assured, it won’t happen twice.” Caelus fiddles with his fingers. “...But what if I need CPR again?” “You’ll have to hold out,” Dan Heng watches Caelus flinch, “until someone who actually knows what they’re doing gets to you.” He’s not bitter. He isn’t insulted. Feeling embarrassed about something as silly as this would be childish, and he’s no March 7th.  “...Ahah. Harsh.” The corners of Caelus’ lips turn up sheepishly. “Though I guess I was too. Did I hit a nerve or something? I’m sorry, I was just joking. I know you wouldn’t take advantage of anyone. Besides, March was around. I know she wouldn’t have stood for it either.” “Saying that you know what March 7th and I would or wouldn’t do when you’ve barely known us for a day is presumptuous. The same goes for saying that I’m ‘always’ expressionless.” Dan Heng shifts. “But as long as you’re aware.” “Right. Sorry again.” Caelus’s smile is lopsided.  It’s always a bit on the crooked side, Dan Heng finds. There’s a certain, boyish charm to it. Somehow, it looks both entirely unnatural and completely at home—like someone who hasn’t smiled in years learned how to again. And that makes him wonder, too—would his own smile look similar, uneven and askew from disuse? Would that same innocent charm show on his own features?  It’s a strange thought to have—to imagine his own lips, usually tugged downwards or in a flat line, crack into a Caelus-style smile.  “So.” Caelus’ voice snaps him out of his thoughts. When Dan Heng looks up to meet his eyes, they’re filled with mirth—and something else. “You really didn’t want to kiss me?” This guy.  “As I told you,” he says irritably, “I had no intention of taking advantage of—” “No, I know.” Caelus sighs, long and mournful. “I’m just a little sad that you wouldn’t even consider it. Am I really that ugly? I know you’re way out of my league and all, but I can’t help but feel a bit hurt.” Way out of—?  No. Best not to think about that part. When an opponent catches you off-guard, your first course of action should be to observe, then to assess, and finally to recover.  Dan Heng gives Caelus’ expression a good once-over. He isn’t smiling, but the corners of his eyes are crinkled. His eyebrows are furrowed. His lips are pursed in a petulant pout. Is he messing with him again? “...I don’t know about you,” Dan Heng says carefully, “but when I see someone collapsed to the ground in the middle of an Antimatter Legion raid, kissing them isn’t exactly the first thought to cross my mind.” “Yeah, yeah, I know, you’re honorable and rational and cool and would always follow the mission. I got it.” Caelus’s lips grow impossibly poutier.  He’s so— incorrigible. What does he even want from him? Reassurance that he isn’t ugly? Consolation that he’s very much within Dan Heng’s ‘league’? A confession that he did, in fact, want to kiss— No, confession is the wrong word for it. Confession implies that Dan Heng wouldn’t mind kissing him. “Do you…” Dan Heng falters. “Do you want me to say that I’d like to kiss you?” Caelus blinks, seemingly surprised at such a direct question—why is he, anyway? He’s the one who brought it up in the first place—before coughing into his fist. “Uh. I mean, I was just joking around. I wanted to see if you’d get embarrassed or something. I didn’t think you’d…” He groans, covering his face. “Aeons. Way to put me on the spot.” You’re the one who put me on the spot first, Dan Heng wants to say. But then he’d just sound petty, wouldn’t he?  Suddenly, Caelus straightens up, pulling his hands away from his face—his cheeks are pink, Dan Heng realizes with a jolt.  He’s embarrassed. “You know what, I think I’m gonna go check out March 7th’s room,” he says, voice unnaturally high. “I’ll, uh, I’ll see you around, Dan Heng.”  He gives Dan Heng a big smile—a nervous smile—before turning around to leave, slamming the door shut on his way out.  Dan Heng watches his shadow retreat, hurrying straight for the room next to his. And then, he lifts a hand to place it on his chest: right next to his sternum, exactly where his heart is. Odd—his pulse is irregular. Suddenly, he remembers the strange feeling he had back at the station, when he first watched Caelus open his eyes. Now that he thinks about it, his pulse had been irregular then, too. Huh. (Later, Dan Heng manages to find a CPR manikin dummy, and practices how to administer it properly. For—reasons, of course.)  -   Caelus doesn’t bring it up again.  Though, in his defense, that could just be because he hasn’t had an opportunity to. Between getting arrested, successfully pleading their case, getting arrested again, and then somehow tumbling down to Belobog’s underground city, there hasn’t even been enough time to eat or sleep, let alone talk about Dan Heng’s failed attempt at saving his life. Still, he’s grateful. Navigating strange Stellaron phenomena is infinitely preferable to navigating however Caelus’ mind works. He’s got precedent to rely on in the case of Stellarons. Caelus, though, is an entirely new entry. Example of the former: Sampo Koski drags him to a fight club, where, according to him, Dan Heng will have to win a match for information. This is good. Straightforward. Expected, even. This isn’t the first time he’s had to shake someone down for intel. Having a crowd around even works in his favor—this way, he can be sure there won’t be any dirty tricks to be played. In purely statistical terms, this is entirely within the expected result. And as for an example of the latter: Caelus hurls his bat straight into the robot’s eye. “I just wanna go home!” March yelps, shielding her eyes from the resulting sparks. Dan Heng grabs the back of her shirt and yanks her towards him to pull her to safety, and not a moment too soon; the robot crashes to the floor, pitching forward right where March had been standing only milliseconds earlier. Yes, fine. March and Caelus barging in when he’s about to begin his fight was entirely within his estimated area of probability. Because he’d been able to account for that much, he was able to prepare himself—mentally, that is. What wasn’t within his estimated area of probability, however, was how recklessly Caelus would navigate this fight. Despite seemingly not wanting to be here at all. “Watch it,” Dan Heng barks. He steadies March with one hand, and brandishes Cloud-Piercer with the other. “If you want to go home so badly, why’d you even step in? Like I said, I had it handled!” “Oh, like I was supposed to just up and leave after seeing you alone in the ring?” Caelus dodges a stray laser shot, and bashes at the robot’s head once more. “Get real!” “You’re a bigger threat to us than this damn robot!” “I’m helping!” “Oh my god can you two shut up!” March shrieks, and an arrow whizzes past Dan Heng’s ear to hit the robot square in its last eye. “Break the dumb thing before it gets back up, you morons!” Against all odds—Caelus, that is—they manage to win. Their victory is short-lived, however, because March manages to see Sampo sneaking out right after they wrap up, and it’s only a second that Dan Heng gets to catch his breath before they have to chase after the little weasel again. Sampo, at the least, remains predictable. Aw, if I had just turned around! Me? Scared? What do I have to fear—oh, surely I haven’t done anything to offend you? Psh. Set Dan Heng up? No way!  It’s a lot of useless conversation, but they do manage to gather something useful from the garbage: Wildfire, Oleg, and Seele. All three names that Dan Heng files away to be archived later. March strikes up conversation with Sampo as they tour the town for Wildfire— “So what does Wildfire even do, exactly?” “Ah, young March! The better question is, what don’t they do?” Which leaves Dan Heng with Caelus. “So,” Caelus starts, pocketing his hands. “Fight Club, huh? Looking to impress the folks down in the Underground?” Dan Heng gives him a flat look. “If you have something to say, just say it.” “Nothing, nothing!” There’s a glimmer in his eyes. “I just didn’t take you for the competitive type.”  “I’m not. I don’t take any pleasure in fighting for entertainment. Koski promised me that I’d find a clue to the Stellaron if I won the match.” Caelus snorts. “And you believed him?” Irritation pierces through Dan Heng’s mood like a lance to the rib. “What is that supposed to mean?” “Nothing,” Caelus says again, humming lightly. “I just thought. You know. You’d take his leads with a bigger grain of salt.” Is he trying to pick a fight, or something? Actually, that reminds him. “...That aside. What was with you during the battle?” Dan Heng asks, voice short. “You could have gotten March killed.” “But I didn’t.” “But you could have.” “But I didn’t.” “But you could have.” Caelus makes an ‘I give up’ gesture with his hands. “What do you want me to do? Say sorry for beating that robot into a pulp? Apologize for coming to help you? Yeah, March was in trouble, I’ll admit that, but she’s okay, isn’t she? I don’t know why you’re so hung up about it.” Dan Heng stops.  Because Caelus had been walking behind him, he’s forced to come to a stop, too—though he’s far more unceremonious about it. “Do you mind?” “I do, actually.” Dan Heng fixes him a glare. “I want to know what’s gotten you to become so temperamental.” Caelus frowns at him. “What? I’m literally fine.” “No, you aren’t.” He crosses his arms. Acutely, he’s aware that Sampo and March 7th are getting further away—but it’s fine, they’ll catch up. This is more important.   “I don’t know what kind of person you are, the same way I don’t know what kind of person March 7th, Mr. Yang, or Himeko really is. But unlike the others, I haven’t spent enough time with you to try and pretend like I understand.” Dan Heng narrows his eyes. “So while I can’t judge you for your actions affecting only yourself, strange as they are—” “Rude.” “—what I can do is judge you for your actions affecting others, like March and myself. And I will.” His mouth creases into a deep frown. “Your behavior back there put all of us into danger. Even if we came out of it ‘okay’ , there was a high chance that someone could have gotten seriously hurt. How are you planning to take responsibility for when your recklessness inevitably harms someone else on the team?” Caelus tries his hand at a smile. “...I know a pretty good hospital down here?”  “Caelus.” “The doc’s nice. Took care of me and didn’t charge a single credit note. I could introduce you if you w—” “Caelus.” Dan Heng repeats, impatient. “Be serious. Please. Just this once.” The minute that passes feels as long as an hour. Then, finally, Caelus droops. It’s as if all the humor has been sapped from his face and replaced with exhaustion. It’s a strange look on him—seeing him with any expression other than a crooked smile just feels odd. Wrong.  Which is also strange, considering how Dan Heng had only recently gauged that such a smile felt out-of-place. Not even a minute ago, he said that he didn’t know Caelus long enough to pretend like he understands what kind of person he is, so how can he make such an assessment so quickly? Perhaps he really is just a hypocrite, at the end of the day. “You’re right,” Caelus mumbles. He sounds exhausted. “Sorry. About it all. I was reckless.” “...Yes, you were.” Dan Heng observes him carefully. “Would you care to explain yourself now?” Caelus fidgets with his hands. He does that a lot, Dan Heng notices. Maybe it’s a subconscious habit. “I haven’t gotten a lot of sleep, lately.” His voice cracks. “Or I guess it’s more accurate to say that I haven’t been able to sleep at all.” “You’ve been experiencing insomnia?” Dan Heng frowns. “Since when?” “Since we… warped? I dunno.” Since they warped? To  Jarilo-VI? Though they’ve only been on Jarilo-VI for a few days, it’s been a week since they actually warped here. He hasn’t slept in a week? “I can fall asleep fine,” he continues, mouth twisted into an uncharacteristically somber frown. “But I keep waking up after, like, an hour. I can’t sleep after that, no matter how hard I try. It’s—I don’t know why, but I feel like I’m constantly on edge here.” Dan Heng understands. He, too, is constantly on edge. But he doesn’t think that Caelus, Professional Dumpster Diver, Garbage Collector, and Mail Thief Extraordinaire, would be the kind of person who can’t sleep without his weapon clutched in his hands.  “Sorry for being an ass,” Caelus mumbles, ducking his head. “Just didn’t want you or March to worry. I’ll be fine, I promise—I’ll ask Dr. Natasha to take a look at me.” Almost unconsciously, Dan Heng lifts a hand to trace Caelus’ cheek. Despite his fatigue, his skin remains blessedly clear. No signs of dryness or wear.  And no eyebags, he realizes. How is that possible? Caelus’ eyes flick from Dan Heng’s face, to the hand placed on his cheek, to Dan Heng’s face again.  “Uh,” Caelus says thickly. “We’ll get back to the surface as soon as possible, and inform Mr. Yang.” Dan Heng’s voice is—uncharacteristically soft. He feels strange. Caelus makes him feel strange. “Can you hold out until then?”  Caelus swallows, eyes half-lidded. Suddenly, Dan Heng remembers the first time he saw him—magnetic, ethereal, transcendent.  For a dangerous, fleeting moment, he wonders what it would be like to kiss him “Yeah,” Caelus breathes, as if speaking any louder than a whisper would shatter this moment. “Yeah, I can—” “There you are!” The moment is broken with an high, indignant shout. Dan Heng’s head snaps to the source—March 7th, with her hands on her hips and cheeks puffed out in irritation.  “It took a lot of work finding you two,” she huffs, stomping over to them. “How did you get this left behind? I know it’s a big place and all, but still—what’re you even doing?” Dan Heng snatches his hand away like he’d been burned. “Sorry, March. Caelus wasn’t feeling too well. Where’s Koski?” “Looking for you two as well! We noticed you disappeared, like, ten minutes ago!” March’s brows furrow. “Wait, Caelus isn’t feeling well? Hey, are you okay?” Caelus, who seemed to have been struck silent, flashes her a perfect thumbs up. Oh, he’s recovered. “All good. Just needed to rest for a sec.” March studies him. “...Are you sure?” “Super sure. Promise.” Caelus gives her a reassuring smile. “Didn’t you say that Sampo’s looking for us too? We should meet back up with him. Let’s go.” Dan Heng watches him stride forward. Despite his words, his shoulders are still tense.  March nudges his shoulder. “Hey.” “—Hm? What is it?” “Is he really okay? He looks fine, but…”  If there’s any trait Dan Heng can boast about, it would be his impeccable memory. Even so, he slips up from time to time—like forgetting just how observant March 7th can be.  Her eyes are bright with both curiosity and apprehension. She tilts her head slightly, gaze piercing.  Eventually, Dan Heng shifts his glance away from her, watching Caelus turn from side to side in an attempt to search for Sampo. “He’ll be alright once we get back on the Express.” “...Hmm.” March gives him a look. Dan Heng holds her gaze, unrelenting. Finally, she shrugs and skips forward. “If you say so. I’ve got more questions, but we don’t wanna get left behind. C’mon, let’s catch up.” Dan Heng watches as March comes up behind Caelus and jumps on his shoulders, causing him to yelp in surprise; her bubbly laughs bounce off from wall to wall. After a moment, he throws his head back to join her giggles, and their laughter swells, filling the Underground’s soot-strained streets with unadulterated delight. The light of an oil-lamp burns, and Caelus’ silver hair glances gold. “Hurry up, Cold Dragon Young!”  March yells, gesturing for Dan Heng to join them. “We don’t wanna lose Sampo again!” He blinks, recalibrating. Stows his hand away into his pocket, and tightens his grip on Cloud-Piercer.  “Yeah, coming.” His hands tingle. He does his best to pretend like his lips don’t, too.   -   They run into Bronya, who gets cornered by vagrants, who get cornered by their group, who get cornered by Seele. They fight robots, save some guy who’s passed out in the middle of a mining bridge (???), and meet a little girl named Clara. They meet Svarog. Fight more robots. Meet Oleg, who takes Bronya out to discuss Underground matters. Fight robots, but again.  Finally, they find themselves in the Underground’s Goethe Grand Hotel, covered in Geomarrow flakes and exhausted out of their minds.  “...One of us should keep watch tonight,” Dan Heng says. It isn’t like he wants to force any of them to stay up. But they’re in the slums, now, and keeping vigilant means keeping their lives intact. “Keep watch? Are we space cowboys now? Though I guess this is kind of like the cosmic Wild West.” March yawns, fake and loud, then laughs in the way that she does when she’s trying to get out of something. “Ahah, um—anyone else feeling sleepy?” “...Leave it to me.”  Dan Heng’s gaze snaps to Caelus, who clears his throat. “I’ll do it,” he says. “You two get some rest.” “Whoa, seriously? Way to go, rookie—ah, but…” March falters. “You weren’t feeling well earlier…” “I’m fine.”  He is, most decidedly, not fine. Fatigue sags at his lips; exhaustion rims at his eyes. Even his voice betrays him now— his cockiness has all but left, replaced by only weariness. Just didn’t want you or March to worry. How are they not supposed to worry? He looks worse than Himeko with a hangover. “Um…” March looks at Dan Heng, eyes round. You do it, her expression says. He narrows his eyes. March, I’ve been on the front line all day. She presses her lips together. Shielding takes energy too, you know! You got hit twice, as opposed to my fifteen. How’s a shield supposed to help fend off attackers? I always do it— Bronya materializes out of nowhere, interrupting their mental exchange. “I’ll take watch.” March jumps. “Whoa, Bronya! When’d you get here? How’s Oleg? Where’s Seele? Did you finish talking together?” “Hello, March 7th. Just now. Fine. I’m not sure. And yes,” Bronya hesitates just for a split second, “we did finish talking together. It wasn’t the friendliest conversation, but I’ve come to know a great deal in a short time—I doubt I’ll be able to fall asleep tonight.” March fiddles with her hair. “Um, I doubt I’d be able to sleep either. Not that I don’t trust you! It’s just, you’re a Silvermane Guard in the underground… there might be people looking to harm you, y’know?” “I wouldn’t be surprised if there are.” Bronya casts her gaze down.  “The Silvermane Guards have a lot to make amends for down here. If someone had made a stand in the outset, and explained the consequences to Madam Cocolia…” Her voice trails off, her words growing softer with every word.  …Dan Heng’s seen her kind before. Leaders-in-training with too much power to comprehend, and too little confidence to wield it. Having either is dangerous in its own right. Having both usually spells out disaster. March catches his eye, and he shakes his head minutely. This isn’t their business; this isn’t their fight. Behind them, under half-lidded eyes, Caelus watches their little exchange.  “—Forget it. It’s meaningless to talk about now.” Bronya smiles thinly. “You don’t need to worry. Oleg guaranteed that I wouldn’t be harmed. He seemed like a man of his word—go and rest. You’ve worked hard today.” “Well…” March gives her a small, grateful smile. “If you insist! But wake us up if there’s any trouble, ‘kay? And if you get tired, feel free to switch out with Dan Heng anytime you like!” “March.” “Thank you, March 7th,” Bronya laughs, the corners of her eyes crinkling. “I’ll keep that in mind.” There really is nothing grand about the Underground’s counterpart of the Goethe Grand Hotel.  Though March had smacked Caelus for saying it, Dan Heng finds himself agreeing: the outside is shabby, the inside is shabbier, and the smell is the shabbiest of all. If Dan Heng takes in any breath deeper than a shallow inhale, he’d probably get Geomarrow poisoning. Still, beggars can’t be choosers, and having a place to rest at all is a a grateful blessing. Dan Heng puts his rucksack on the ground and sinks into the wooden chair beside the bed, exhaustion rolling over him in waves. There’s a knocking sound at the door. “Come in,” he calls out, tipping his head back to close his eyes. Caelus’ voice, also frayed with fatigue, accompanies the intrusion. “Hey.” Dan Heng doesn’t bother to look at him. “How are you feeling?” “Fantastic. Just full of energy. I could probably beat Svarog with an arm tied behind my back. You should come watch.” Aggrieved, Dan Heng finally cracks an eye open to shoot Caelus a glare, and he laughs. “Hi. Miss me?” He’s too tired for this. “Did you need something?”  “Me? Not really.” Caelus hums, body still. “Just wanted to see you.” “You’ve succeeded.” Dan Heng’s voice is short. “Is there anything else?” “Don’t be like that. I’ll start thinking you actually hate me, or something.” Resigning himself to his fate, Dan Heng sits back up. “Why would you think that I hate you?” Caelus hesitates a second too long. “I don’t.” Dan Heng recalls the few times they’ve talked. Has he really been so harsh as for Caelus to think that he hated him? “You’ll have to hold out until someone who actually knows what they’re doing gets to you.” “You’re a bigger threat to us than this damn robot!” “Unlike the others, I haven’t spent enough time with you to try and pretend like I understand.” A voice that suspiciously sounds March 7th’s drifts into Dan Heng’s head: Yes, he really has been that harsh. Yes, Caelus thinks he hates him. Yes, it’s entirely his fault, and he should probably fix this before word reaches Welt. Or Himeko, Aeons forbid. He shifts uneasily in his seat. “...I don’t hate you.” Caelus doesn’t meet his eye. “I know.” “I don’t.” He gets up from his chair, and crosses the bed to stand in front of him. “You’re my teammate.” “...Yeah.” “Caelus.” Dan Heng waits for him to look at him before continuing. “I learned CPR.” Caelus blinks. Dan Heng looks at him expectantly. The silence that stretches is long. “—What?” “CPR,” Danhng repeats. “I learned how to administer it correctly.” Caelus blinks again. A confused smile tugs at his lips. “That’s—good?” “Yes, it is.” Dan Heng reaches out, and taps at Caelus’ chest twice. “After you teased me for not knowing how to do it properly, I dragged out an old dummy I found, and practiced for an hour and a half.” He’s definitely smiling now. “Uh-huh.” “Do you know what this means, Caelus?” Caelus shakes his head. “This means that you don’t have to wait for someone to come save you, because I’ll be right there. Do you think I would bother learning how to resuscitate you if I hated you?” Caelus’ laugh is bright. “No, you’ve proven your point. You don’t hate me. I got it.” “Good.” Dan Heng gives him a stern look. “Though this isn’t to say that you should put yourself into danger. CPR isn’t a cure-all, and I don’t want to have to carry around dead weight.” “Right. I’ll try not to,” Caelus says, sincere. “Thanks. I feel better about coming here now.” The fatigue still hasn’t left his features, but the crooked angle of his grin is back. There’s a familiar, relieved tingle in Dan Heng’s chest at the sight of it, and he immediately buries the feeling deep, deep down—oddly enough, it’s a practice he’s slowly getting used to. He clears his throat. “...I’m not asking this because I’m looking to kick you out, but did you actually need me for something? It’s late.”  Caelus fiddles with his hands. “Uh—sort of? I got to my room and put my things down, and I laid down in the bed but I was feeling kind of restless, so… I guess—I guess I just wanted some company, really.” Dan Heng watches his fingers twist and fidget. “And you came looking for mine?” And then, because he can’t help himself: “Why not March 7th’s?” Caelus lets out a huff, the sound equally wry and amused. “She seemed tired.” He picks at his nails, knuckles, and palms. “...And I didn’t want her to worry.” Finally, his hands still, and he shoves them deep into his pockets. “Sorry. It’s a stupid reason. You’re probably busy anyway, so—I’ll get going.” He’s right; Dan Heng is busy. He has his daily report to write up, and send today’s summary transcript to Himeko and Mr. Yang. He’ll be occupied for the next hour or two at the least, and considering Caelus’ apparent allergy to staying quiet for longer than ten seconds, there’s no doubt that that hour or two would be extended to three or four. But— The shimmering gold of Caelus’ eyes are dimmed with exhaustion, and his lips are upturned in a small, crestfallen smile. Even so, he looks at Dan Heng expectantly, like he’s hoping for him to object. He has a lot of work to do. He shouldn’t. He shouldn’t. —He does.  “I have a few things to sort out before I turn in for the night.” Dan Heng turns around, and walks over to the chair. “I’ll have to focus on my tasks, so I won’t be very talkative. If my company is all you need, though, you’re welcome to stay so long as you stay quiet.” He doesn’t bother waiting for an answer before drawing the chair back to its desk, opening his rucksack, and pulling out his tablet. He sits down, tapping the tablet screen to rouse it awake. Behind him, he hears a quiet, “Thanks,” and the telltale creak of someone sitting on the springboard bed.  He doesn’t turn around to look at him. He doesn’t have to. Time passes by in a sluggish, yet breakneck pace. The sounds of burning candlelight, even breathing, and pen on plexiglass lull Dan Heng into a calm tranquil, and he works efficiently despite his fatigue. At some point, he hears the sounds of rustling paper; when he turns to give Caelus a cursory glance, he finds him flipping through a glossily-embossed book. Eyes lowered and mouth pursed, Caelus reads with a surprising level of attention, turning each page only after taking absolutely everything in. The sight is oddly serene, and Dan Heng, after successfully stomping the familiar stomach flutter into the dirt, has to remind himself to get back to work. It feels like no time at all before he’s finished his archive reports and sent them over to Mr. Yang. He slots his pen back into its case and puts the tablet to sleep, sighing, before standing up with a long, satisfying stretch.  His back cracks. “Aeons,” he mutters, rubbing at his hip with a grunt. Now that all his work is done, there’s nothing inhibiting the tide of exhaustion that crashes over him. Yawning, he turns to take off his coat and climb into bed. Dan Heng blinks. The sight that greets him is this: Caelus, sprawled across the bedsheets, sleeping soundly with his book still half-open in his hand; the occasional lip twitch with every sleep-drunk mumble, and the steady rise and fall of his chest with every breath.  Despite considering how Dan Heng’s bed has been stolen from him, this peaceful look is relieving. The breath he lets out is a fond one, and he finds that, despite his weariness, he has no desire to rouse the man awake from his slumber.  Dan Heng reaches over to pluck the book from Caelus’ hands, slipping a piece of stray paper into the pages as a temporary bookmark, then gently places it down on the bedside table. When he turns back around to take off Caelus’ coat, he’s met with a low, distressed groan; he freezes, then relaxes when he sees that his eyes are still closed tightly shut. Caelus shifts in his sleep, eyebrows furrowing. Dan Heng watches him toss and turn, expression mirrored.  Nightmares, maybe?  A long time ago, Dan Heng had read that dreams were the visual representation of human subconscious and thought. Though it’s true that their stay on Jarilo-VI hasn’t exactly been the most pleasant, Caelus mentioned that his insomnia began since they warped to the planet, far before any of the events had occurred—so what could be the cause of such bad dreams? Unconsciously, Dan Heng reaches over, and brushes the hair sticking to Caelus’ forehead. The latter’s expression squeezes tight, once, before relaxing under his touch.  He feels hazy, suffocated. Like he’s been plunged into water. Every sound and sight around him disappears, leaving only him, the bed he’s sitting on, and Caelus’ slumbering self. “You confuse me,” Dan Heng tells his sleeping figure, who mercifully can’t respond. “You make me feel strange.” The feeling from before—from when he caught him reading, saw him smiling, touched his cheek—comes back now, in full, swelling force.  But it isn’t like irritation or anger, which feels akin to a sudden whip of wind. It’s a slow crescendo, a steadily growing breeze.  A gentle, yet powerful gust, pushing and pulling the grass-blades on an open plain. It’s harsh. It’s tender. It’s inexplicably and entirely overwhelming, and yet—it’s not enough. “I am drawn to you,” he confesses to the air. “You are beyond my comprehension, so much so that I can’t even begin to understand what you’re thinking. Maybe that’s the reason for it. But nevertheless—I am drawn to you.” Cowardice runs in his bones, his breath, and his blood; it stains his past and his present, and will inevitably soil his future. Dan Heng knows full well that he is bold in his shame—but when cowardice serves as his armature, what else can he possibly hope for? He finally draws away, and stands up, taking Cloud-Piercer in hand. He pulls the chair towards the bed, placing a pillow onto its seat. When he sits back down, drowsiness washes over him like the ocean’s tide, and he, too, falls to the clutches of sleep. Within his rest, Caelus remains still.   -   Dan Heng wakes up on the bed, jacket off and covers drawn. Cloud-Piercer is propped against the wall, the book he had placed onto the table has disappeared, and Caelus is nowhere to be found. When he makes his way to the hotel lobby, March is waiting for him, talkative as ever— Morning, sleepyhead! Oleg’s waiting for us in the alley. Caelus can join us later, Natasha said he’ll be back soon— and they set off together, intent on making the most of their figurative daylight.  Oleg welcomes their arrival in the expected spot, as promised. Caelus joins them, Seele and Bronya in tow—also as promised.  “Sorry for the sudden disappearance,” he mumbles, pointedly avoiding Dan Heng’s eyes. “Don’t worry. I just—couldn’t sleep.”  Before Dan Heng can unpack any of that, though, March jumps in. “Ha, that’s nothing! The unannounced disappearance record-holder is right here!” “—And that’s a good thing?” Dan Heng asks, after a moment’s pause. March puffs out her cheeks, and opens her mouth to retort; before she can respond, though, Oleg cuts in with a good-natured laugh. …It’s fine, Dan Heng thinks, giving Caelus a sideways glance.  He’ll just ask about it later.   Svarog’s lair is a cold, miserable place. It’s just as Dan Heng expected, really—but what he doesn’t expect are the crowds of vagrants taking shelter in the ice. They get odd looks from them, being dressed so strangely, but they don’t get attacked; really, they resemble the refugees back at Boulder Town more than anything else. They part easily for the group, but it’s in no time at all that they reach their first obstacle. “Open… sesame!” March cheers, pumping her fist at the gigantic, locked metal door. There’s a hanging silence. Dan Heng resists the urge to cover his face. Bronya tilts her head towards him, voice low. “...Is that a secret code or something?” “It’s an imaginary password that children like to use,” he mutters out of the corner of his mouth. “Ah.” “What about these clues of yours, Sampo?” Caelus asks. Sampo turns to him, amused. “I was just about to get into those, before Miss March’s—ah—colorful attempt. Luckily for us, I’ve already figured out the mechanism for this gate…” They end up needing certification from Svarog’s robots, and so decide to split up into teams of two to search efficiently. Dan Heng turns to Caelus. “Hey—” “Sampo!” Caelus calls out loudly; he brushes past Dan Heng breezily as he raises a hand. “Team up with me, man!” Dan Heng watches, perplexed, as Caelus saunters up to Sampo to give him a good-natured punch.  Did he just—? March comes up behind him, grinning. “Looks like it’s back to you and me again, huh, Dan Heng? C’mon, let’s go!” “...Right,” he says, turning away. “We’ve got no time to waste.” Well. Whatever.   They manage to get all the certifications (on March, who complains every step of the way because do you know how much it hurts to get your hand stamped like that, huh?!) but get held up by a second, more gigantic, locked door. They end up needing permission from the little girl, Clara, who’s apparently in another area called Rivet Town. “She went back? But we were just there…” Seele sighs, crossing her arms. “Sounds like we better head over again.” “Wait, you guys went sightseeing in another town?” March pouts. “Without us?” “...It wasn’t as fun as you think.” And then, to Dan Heng’s surprise, Caelus speaks up. “That town has danger lurking in every corner. Eric nearly got killed, remember? We should go help her.” “Eric?” Dan Heng repeats. “You were there?” Bronya shifts. “Doctor Natasha needed emergency medical supplies while we were on watch last night. Seele and I—as well a Caelus—went on a short trip to Rivet Town to fetch them for her. Eric was a little boy we saved. I… I hope he managed to find a shelter safely.” Dan Heng turns to Caelus, brows furrowed. “You went out on a mission? When you should’ve been sleeping?” Caelus strides forward. “C’mon,” he says, nodding at Bronya and Seele. “Clara’s waiting. Let’s lead the way.” “Caelus—” Sampo throws an arm around Dan Heng’s shoulders, laughing raucously. “Would’ja look at that stroke of good luck! What are we waiting for? Let’s go save ourselves a little girl, shall we?” Dan Heng shakes him off, scowling—but by the time he’s freed himself from Sampo’s grasp, Caelus has already positioned himself in the front, talking animatedly with Seele. He frowns.   They do save Clara—and not a moment too soon. Bronya is the first to rush forward and receive her; the rest of them follow closely behind to hover over the little girl in red. After making sure she’s unharmed, they—somewhat unceremoniously—ask her to introduce her to Svarog. She refuses. Quite hardily, too. Before they can push her any further, she excuses herself, ducking her head in a polite bow before running off. The sound of her bare feet slapping against the pavement echoes loudly in the ghost town streets. “That’s no ordinary kid,” March comments on their way back to the robot settlement. “So young, and yet so… stubborn! Wait, no. Intelligent?” “She’s incisive, and determined.” Dan Heng gives her a sideways glance. “In sharp contrast to you, March.” “Did you really have to add in that last part?!” “—It looks like we’ll have to get past Clara if we want to speak to Svarog,” he continues, though a small smirk tugs at his face.  He turns to Caelus, about to ask him if he has any ideas, when he’s met with an absolutely stunned face. Caelus’ jaw hangs low, and his eyes are blown wide with astonishment; he stares directly at Dan Heng, expression seemingly frozen in place. “...Caelus?” March tilts her head, blinking. “What’s wrong?” Suddenly, his mouth snaps shut, and he promptly looks away. “Uh—uh, nothing. Nothing.” He coughs into his fist, turning away from the two. “I’m… gonna catch up with the others. I think they had a plan. Bronya talked about calculations, or something. Um.” “Hey—” Dan Heng starts, but he’s too late. With that lame finish, Caelus immediately sprints forward to chase after Bronya and Seele, and it’s only a split second before he’s turned the corner and gone. Next to him, March snorts. “I can’t believe your smile scared the rookie off. Maybe you should go practice in the mirror, Cold Dragon Young—hey, ow, ow, stop pinching—” Distantly, Dan Heng remembers Caelus’ words from an eternity ago. Your smile! You’re always kind of expressionless, so I wanted to see what a smile might look like on you. “Not the cheeks,” March yelps when his fingers flex. “Dan Heng, not the cheeks—!”   Against all odds, they end up convincing Clara to introduce them. And as according to all odds, negotiations with Svarog take a plummeting, parachute-less nosedive.  Dan Heng takes a bad hit. He takes many bad hits, actually—most of which are due to him shielding March, who landed badly on her foot early in battle. It’s a harsh fight, but it’s nothing he hasn’t experienced before. Pain is familiar, and is thus easy to deal with. Really, he’s surprised he hasn’t had to play the tank earlier on en-mission. But then something strange happens. Caelus’ hand fists harshly into the back of Dan Heng’s coat as he hauls both him and March away from Svarog’s blasts. “Would you stop doing that!” he bellows. “Do you have a death wish or something? Stop running into danger when you don’t even have a shield up!” “March is hurt,” Dan Heng starts— “How the hell are you supposed to protect her if you’re dead?” Caelus bats away Svarog’s punch. “You’re a bigger threat to yourself than the freaking robot is!” For a moment, Dan Heng’s struck dumb. It’s the first time he’s directly addressed him at all today. And of all the things he could have said… A wave of dejá vu, unrelenting and fierce, crashes into him like the tide of a storm—but they’re in the middle of a fight. This is no time to reminisce. So he gets up, Cloud-Piercer in hand, about to rejoin the fray— “Hah!” A familiar voice calls out behind them. “How can you put up your best fight without a doctor on the battlefield?” Things get busy, after that.   With Doctor Natasha’s sudden appearance, they manage to scrape by with a win. It isn’t long before they get all the information they need: a recording of an age-old attempt to destroy the Stellaron and its inevitable failure.  Bronya excuses herself first, face pale, Seele following not far behind. Sampo turns to March, smiling, and claps his hands as he says, All’s well that ends well—for me at least! Wouldn’t you agree? to which March simply shakes her head, and sighs. Dan Heng reaches towards Caelus. “Caelus,” he begins. “I—” “Gonna-go-check-on-Bronya-bye,” Caelus says in a rush, and he tears away from Dan Heng before he can even finish his sentence. Dan Heng watches him rapidly shrink into the distance.  Right, he thinks, hazy. He’s going to get to the bottom of this.   He finally gets his chance once they arrive back in Boulder Town. March retires to her room almost immediately, yawning so widely that Dan Heng thinks she’s managed to unhinge her jaw. Natasha returns to her clinic, Bronya and Seele have long since gone, and Sampo had snuck off even before they reached the town in the first place. And as for Caelus: Dan Heng grabs his arm before he can leave. “Hey.” Caelus jerks harshly, nearly throwing Dan Heng off in his surprise. “Hey!” he yelps, voice high. “I mean—hi. What’s up, Dan Heng?” His eyes, shining false gold, are wide with feigned innocence. Still, his attempt at composure does nothing to hide the flash of panic that strikes his expression. “With me?” Dan Heng says calmly. “Nothing. What’s up with you?”   Caelus clams up, smile stuck in place. “Me? Nothing’s wrong with me. I don’t know what you’re talking about.” “You’ve been avoiding me all day.”  “We’ve been busy all day!” He laughs, eyes darting from Dan Heng’s face the hand gripping his arm. “—Do you have to grab me so tightly? I’ve got a bruise there, so do you mind—” Dan Heng ignores his excuses, and gets straight to the point. “Is this because of yesterday?” Caelus freezes. Bingo.  “If you feel bad about falling asleep in my bed, don’t be,” he presses. “You were tired, and on very low sleep as it was. Besides, I’ve slept in far stranger circumstances—” Caelus points behind him. “Oh, wow, is that Madam Cocolia?!” Dan Heng, the fool, turns around in a knee-jerk reaction. Once his grip loosens, Caelus manages to wrench himself out of his hold, and shouts, “Sorry, my mistake! I gotta go, Sampo texted me!” By the time Dan Heng’s got his bearings back together, Caelus has already turned tail and run. He swears colorfully, and immediately gives chase. Belobog’s Underground is, by far, the absolute worst place to play tag. The pavement twists and turns with every other step. There are more dead ends than viable avenues. Miners, vagrants, citizens, and refugees fill up every nook and cranny of each street, and there exists an exorbitant amount of trash cans to trip over. But Dan Heng follows the path of the Hunt, which means he never, ever lets a target escape. When Caelus ducks into a dead-ended alleyway, he finally manages to catch up—heaving for breath and drenched in sweat, but ultimately victorious. “Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey,” Caelus scrabbles against the wall, “hold on, just wait a second—” Next to his left ear, Cloud-Piercer sinks deep into the mortar. He lets out a pathetic yelp, and somehow manages to meld himself even closer with the brick-and-cement wall. “I said time out!” Dan Heng’s hand slams down next to his right ear. “What is your problem?” he snarls, voice ragged. “My problem?! You’re the one who started chasing me—” “Don’t you pin this on—” “I’m just saying, you started it!” “What are you, five?” Dan Heng looms over his cowering figure. “You went on a dangerous mission with Bronya without informing anyone. You avoided me for the entire day. You ran off when I tried asking you what happened!” “Because nothing happened!” Caelus insists, sinking lower and lower. “Sampo—” “—isn’t here. I am.” Cloud-Piercer groans under his grip as he leans in closer. “ And I need to know why you’re acting this way when we’ve got a mission to accomplish.” Caelus presses himself further against the wall. “Dan Heng—” “Tomorrow, we’re going back to the surface.” Dan Heng draws in even closer. “The citizens of Belobog and those left behind at the Astral Express are counting on us to seal the Stellaron.” “Hey, could you—” “And yet, you’re here, avoiding me like the plague, and then running off when I ask you to explain why—” “Dan Heng,” Caelus whispers, his voice a low squeak. “I’ll explain everything, okay, so could you— lean back a bit?” It’s at that moment that Dan Heng realizes that they are— quite close.  When Caelus speaks, his breath mists over Dan Heng’s mouth; his eyes, blown wide, are somehow filled with something simultaneously bright and dark. He can see everything like this—the way Caelus’ jaw works as he swallows, the way his sweat glistens on his twitching skin— And suddenly, stupidly, Dan Heng thinks about how the last time they were this close, he’d been attempting to give him CPR.  His thoughts from back then come rushing back again. Glass skin, star freckles. Caelus’ lashes tremble, and his eyes shine brilliant gold, fine and slated with quaking transcendence.  It’s then that Dan Heng realizes that his initial impression of him wasn’t off at all—in fact, he was right on the mark. Caelus is otherworldly, in both exquisite body and confounding self. “If—” His voice catches. “If I move away, you’re just going to run again.” With the tiniest of motions, Caelus shakes his head. “I won’t. I promise.” He’s so close, Dan Heng feels his words land on his own lips as if he were the one to speak them. “You—you have my word.” After a long, aching moment, Dan Heng finally pulls away. Caelus’ shoulders sag, and he takes in what seems to be a long, steadying breath. “Thanks,” he rasps, and his hand reaches up to squeeze at his chest.  His eyes flutter open and closed, open and closed—a flurry of butterfly-blinks to recalibrate his vision.  At last, his hand drops, and he straightens up against the wall. “I…” he hesitates. “I wasn’t avoiding you on purpose.” The haze in Dan Heng’s head clears momentarily, frustration spearing through. “If you don’t explain—” “I’m serious! I wasn’t. It just happened.” Caelus hands fly together in its telltale fidget. “I didn’t mean to make you feel bad or anything. I just—had a lot on my mind.” “A lot on your mind,” Dan Heng repeats flatly. “But you were talking to the others just fine.” “Well—well, yeah. Because…” “Because?” Caelus’ hands shake. “Because—” He exhales, long and deep, before looking up to finally— finally— meet Dan Heng in the eye. “Because they didn’t confess to me in my sleep, did they?” It’s kind of incredible, just how one sentence can knock all breath from Dan Heng’s lungs. Shock and dread and surprise crawl down the rungs of his spine all at once, cold and syrupy. He feels as if his head’s been dunked in the snow. “What?” he hears himself ask from somewhere far, far away. “Yesterday. After you finished your work. I dozed off while reading, and I had a weird dream—but anyway, when I woke up, you were confessing to me in my sleep.” Confessing? Dan Heng remembers this. He remembers everything. No matter how sleep-deprived he’d been, he would never forget—but it wasn’t a confession, was it? Dan Heng takes a step back, dumbfounded— The tingle in his chest. The flutter in his gut. You confuse me. You make me feel strange. But nevertheless, I am drawn to you. Caelus lets out a high, nervous laugh, and reaches up to scratch the back of his neck. “Don’t get me wrong, I wasn’t freaked out by it or anything—or I guess I was, now that I think about it—but I meant. I’m just kind of confused right now, because I didn’t actually think that you’d. Y’know , me back… I mean, up until yesterday, I thought you didn’t even like me—” When an opponent catches you off-guard, your first course of action should be to observe, then to assess, and finally to recover.  To observe: the anxiety in Caelus’ eyes, the nervous tremble in his voice. The thudding of Dan Heng’s heart, beating  in his chest like a jackhammer to mining ore, with every babbled word that leaves Caelus’ lips. Then to assess: Caelus’ eyes never, ever leaving him, despite the clear fluster in his stare. I didn’t actually think that you’d, y’know, me back. The dropped gaze from Dan Heng’s eyes to his lips, back to his eyes, then to his lips once more. And now, to finally recover: Dan Heng takes a step forward, and Caelus cuts himself off immediately—“Um. Dan Heng?”—before shuffling backward.  Forward. Back. Forward. Back. Oh, he’s hit the wall now.  There’s nowhere to run, for either of them. Dan Heng leans in close, eyes bright. “Caelus.” “Yes?” he squeaks. “Back in the parlor car, in the archives room. You asked me if I wanted to kiss you.” A smile spreads on his face—reactive, crooked, and endearingly familiar. “Uh, actually, I asked if you were sure that you didn’t want to kiss me—” He ignores him. “I would like to test that theory out now.” “Whuh?” Caelus scrabbles against the wall, eyes wide. “Wait—it’s okay, you don’t have to.” “Yes, I do.” Dan Heng watches his eyes drop to his lips, then back to his gaze. “I wasn’t even aware that what I said had been a confession. I would like to confirm that it was.” A shaky laugh. “Dan Heng, if you’re doing this just to prove a point, or something—” “Ever since I met you, I have been trying to pin down this strange feeling that you give me. It and you both are utterly incomprehensible.” A stray bead of sweat traces Caelus’ jaw. “I want to try my hand at understanding it.” The butterfly-blinks are back, beating at Caelus’ eyes in a fluttering flurry. “By—by kissing me?” Dan Heng searches his eyes. “If you don’t want to, I won’t.” There’s a brief beat of silence. A moment of consideration. He sees his expression slack with the realization that yes, Dan Heng’s serious about this—and it’s time for him to make a choice. The bob of his swallow. The tremor in his stare: nervous, but unyielding and resolute. “I want to,” Caelus breathes, and then—well, no further words are needed. The first brush of their lips is gentle, questioning. It’s barely a kiss at all—just the pressing of mouths together—but this is just the bow to your partner before the dance, the ceiling of the ballroom clambering magnificently high. It stokes the tingle in Dan Heng’s chest, sparks a want for more. The opening note plays; steady your partner, now. Caelus’ hands snake up to take Dan Heng’s face in their grasp, and he’s pulled even closer. Box-step together, count your breaths—one-two-three, one-two-three, ah, ah.  Caelus groans under his weight, mouth opening in a sigh. His fingers move from his cheeks to his jaw to the exposed nape of his neck. They climb higher, nestling contentedly in the black roots of his hair, before wrapping around his short locks to go ahead and tug.   The melody swells. Dan Heng lets out a pleased gasp. There’s nothing gentle about this now, not when Caelus takes his lower lip in between his teeth to nibble and pull.  Watch the time, and don’t fall out of step. Cloud-Piercer clatters to the ground as Dan Heng’s own hands wrap around Caelus’ waist, down his spine, over the junction where his hips and his ass meet.  He makes a pleading sound at his touch, and Dan Heng can’t help a small snort turned groan when the fingers in his hair pull harder. His hands dip lower to finally squeeze, and Caelus gives him the most delightful whine—shuffle your feet for the grapevine, make room for your legs to sway. His knee lifts up to slot between Dan Heng’s thighs.  Crescendo. Dan Heng’s breaths stutter at the touch. Caelus laughs against his lips, the bastard; even now, he manages to surprise him. Decrescendo. His leg lowers, and Dan Heng’s palm flexes in a second squeeze, turning his laugh into a low, dripping moan. Oh, what a lovely sound! Dan Heng presses again, insistent to hear it once more, but the noise doesn’t come. Caelus is holding back on purpose, he knows it—so his hands migrate, from his ass to his front, palms dipping to brush the area between his legs— “Hold on,” Caelus gasps, and the music cuts. The fingers in his hair grip impossibly tighter, and Dan Heng’s head is unceremoniously yanked back. The sudden pressure shoots something delicious down his spine, and he lets out a surprised noise. Since their mouths came apart from the movement, the sound is unmuffled and embarrassingly loud. Dan Heng’s hand snaps to cover his lips, cheeks running hot. The fingers in his hair loosen, and he manages to step back, glancing from side to side. The alley itself is still empty, and the street connecting to it unconcernedly busy. Relieved, he lets his hand drop. When he turns to look at Caelus, the latter’s face is similarly flushed. “So,” Caelus swallows, “so did you end up confirming it? Your theory?” His—? Ah, right. Dan Heng shifts on one foot. “Yes,” his voice comes out in a rasp. He clears it. “I did. Thank you.” Caelus nods. “Okay. Um, good.” His hands come together, fiddling. “So did you—” “Caelus, I hope you aren’t about to ask me if I enjoyed it. There is more than enough evidence to prove that point.” Caelus’ gaze drops from Dan Heng’s face to his lips. And then, to his distressed tent in his pants. “—Right,” he laughs, voice high. “Right. That’d be a stupid question. I’d be stupid to ask. And I’m not stupid.” Something like fondness pools into Dan Heng’s chest. Aeons. “Of course you aren’t. I would never insinuate something like that.” “Good. ‘Cause I’m not.” “Of course.” “Uh-huh.” The silence that follows is charged, and more than a little awkward.  “...I apologize,” Dan Heng says tentatively, “if I went too far.” “What? No.” Caelus’ head snaps to him, brows furrowed. “I liked it. I stopped you ‘cause—uh, ‘cause. I didn’t want to… you know… here. You would’ve been upset with yourself if I let it happen.” “Upset with myself?” Dan Heng echoes, confused. “Well, yeah.” Caelus’ shoulder raises and drops in a shrug. “You like doing things by the book, right? You’d get all annoyed if our first time was in a dirty Underground alleyway.” He gives him a cheeky look. “Don’t get me wrong, though, I think it’s hot. I just don’t want you to get upset.” Dan Heng stares at him, dumbfounded. He stopped them—for his sake?  “If you wanna continue where we left off, I’m all for it,” Caelus grins.  After a long moment, Dan Heng leans over to pick up Cloud-Piercer from the ground, causing Caelus to flinch. He snorts, and draws his hand to his side. “Unfortunately, you’re right. I don’t want our first time to be in such a place. Besides, we have a long day ahead of us tomorrow—we should go back to the hotel to get some rest.” Caelus waggles his brows. “Rest?” “Yes, rest.” He fixes him with a stern glare. “Especially considering how you ran around last night. You need sleep, Caelus, and a lot of it at that.” “...You could help tire me out a bit more?” Dan Heng turns around, deaf to Caelus’ increasingly tempting pleas, and strides towards the hotel.   (Later, Caelus appears at his door, and his expression is so pathetic Dan Heng just has to give in. But between the events of today and his compounded exhaustion throughout their mission, Caelus falls asleep, stone-cold, the moment they lay down on the bed. Chest warm, Dan Heng snaps a picture of his sleeping face, and sends it to March. And then he, too, turns over to fall asleep.)   -   “You little ice-cold stone-prince secretly-has-a-boyfriend cheat!” March punches his arm as soon as they reconvene in the hotel lobby. “I knew it!” Dan Heng rubs at the sore spot. “Why did you hit me?” “Because I knew you and Caelus were up to something! But I didn’t ask because I wanted you to come out and tell me about it first!” March pouts petulantly. “You cheat. I thought we told each other everything!” “We do. I did. Also, we aren’t together.” “Yeah, right. And you just happened to fall into bed with him,” she sniffs, giving him a once-over. “You didn’t do anything nasty, did you?” “March, who exactly do you take me for?” Dan Heng reaches out to flick her forehead; she dodges with ease, familiar with the action. “We didn’t do anything but sleep. And we really aren’t together,” he hesitates, “at least, not yet.” March studies him, kaleidoscope eyes glimmering. He holds her gaze, resolute. Eventually, she sighs, and crosses her arms. “I believe you. I’m still mad, though—you could’ve told me something.” She frowns up at him. “We’re best friends, aren’t we?” Dan Heng thinks back to when she caught them two days ago, when Caelus had told him about his insomnia. She had let things go then, too. “...Yeah,” he agrees, looking down. “I’m sorry. I’ll tell you everything after we finish the mission, March. I promise.” “Hmph. You better.” Her sour expression dissipates, and she cranes her head to look behind him. “So where’s Boyfriend-To-Be? Weren’t you in the same room?” “He was still sleeping when I woke up.” Dan Heng shifts. “...He hasn’t been able to rest well recently, so I left him alone. He’ll catch up with us soon enough.” “Hmm. Okay.” March turns to Dan Heng, eyes sparkling. “In that case, wanna get breakfast?” Caelus stumbles down the stairs an hour into their morning meal, hair mussed and eyes bleary. He apologizes for his lateness, voice hoarse from sleep; even so, Dan Heng can’t help but notice his brightened gaze, thankfully rejuvenated from rest.  “Got any food left for me?” he asks, straightening his jacket. Dan Heng passes him a brick-like scone. “Thanks.” Dan Heng watches him unwrap the scone. “Did you sleep well?” “Yeah. No dreams.” He hums. “They say that sleeping next to someone helps increase oxytocin, a relaxant hormone.” “Guess I’ll just have to sleep with you more often, then.” Dan Heng allows a small smile. Caelus returns it, lopsided as ever. March watches them, revolted. “You two,” she informs them, “are gross. Are you gonna be like this all the time now? If so, I want out!” Caelus’ head snaps to her, shocked. “Wait, you know?” “How would I not know?” March snorts. “I literally caught you and Dan Heng about to suck face the other day when I was looking for you with Sampo—” “We weren’t sucking face—” “I can’t believe you’ve corrupted him, he never used to get distracted like this on missions! You’re staying behind next time!” “If you don’t like it so much then why aren’t you the one staying behind?!” Something grows in Dan Heng’s chest as he watches Caelus round on March, face red and voice loud. It’s the butterfly-flutters, the flash of warmth that shoots through with every beat of its wings. It’s different from the warmth he feels when he talks to March, though it’s— Ah. He remembers the word for it, now. “—just have to get used to it, then!” Caelus harrumphs with finality, arms crossed. He glances at Dan Heng. “What, is there something on my face? You’re looking at me funny.” “Nothing,” Dan Heng murmurs, lips tugging up. “It’s nothing.” He’ll save it for another time.

Red Roses

['deryn_degen (CYOA_deryn)']

Mature

F/M, F/F

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

Gepard (Honkai: Star Rail)/Reader, Seele (Honkai: Star Rail)/Reader, Natasha & Seele (Honkai: Star Rail), Gepard & Natasha (Honkai: Star Rail)

You, Reader, Gepard (Honkai: Star Rail), Seele (Honkai: Star Rail), Natasha (Honkai: Star Rail)

The Author Regrets Everything, Belobog (Honkai: Star Rail), no beta we die like gepard's pride and duty, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Wildfire (Honkai: Star Rail), Master/Slave, Chivalry, Psychological Torture, Mentioned Natasha (Honkai: Star Rail), Stockholm Syndrome, POV Alternating, Mildly Dubious Consent, Slow Burn, Maybe - Freeform

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Belobog was divided into two parts: the Overworld, where the Silvermane Guards were the backbone of security and peace amongst the surface, and the Underworld, where Wildfire maintained peace and order. Whereas the Silvermane Guards were led by Bronya, the Acting Commander and heir to the Supreme Guardian, Wildfire was led by a cunning doctor by the name of Natasha, with another senior member, Oleg, acting as the public figure in essentially every Wildfire operation. Ten years ago, by order of the Supreme Guardian, Cocolia, the Underworld was cut off from its surface counterpart, the Overworld, leaving its citizens to scramble and fend for themselves. When the Silvermane Guards left, Wildfire was quickly formulated, and from then on, became the Underworld's main source of peacemaking in the lower portion of Belobog. Once they'd solidified their hold, Wildfire quickly spread rumors of the Silvermane Guards, leading to them to be held with a reputation of scornful looks and malice as part of Wildfire's plan of boosting morale and strength of the Underworld citizens. With enough negativity towards the Guards present and commonplace, Wildfire set up another building next to the Fight Club called Red Roses. A place where they would be able to meet officially and discuss strategy meetings towards neutral forces like Svarog's robots and even the vagrants that opposed them at times. Red Roses also served another purpose underneath that exterior: it was a jail for criminals and members of the Silvermane Guards who'd been captured for whatever reason during their stay in the Underground. ----- You were a member of Wildfire, serving as one of the new recruits Seele had brought in. She noticed your talent and skill with an interesting weapon called the whip pretty quickly when you'd fought off sentient robots near the mines one day, and decided to bring you in to the other members of WIldfire to gauge your abilities. You were pretty pumped up, having been scouted by Seele, and had done exceptionally well in your initiation test, with Seele taking you under her wing and having one of Boulder Town's miner-turned-weaponsmiths forge you a flexible sword that could also function as a whip: the whip sword. You were proud of your unique weapon, having been the only one in the entire Underground to utilize something as niche as that, and it showed. Two years had passed since you were first introduced to Wildfire, and it'd been a total of 12 years since the Underworld was cut off from the Overworld. With the Fragmentum expanding, you'd been sent out to the frontlines with Seele, helping her blast back hostile mobs and the like from your hometown, Rivet Town. "To your left, Seele!" You shouted behind you, taking a quick look to see a monster creeping up on Seele's blind spot. She quickly flipped around, being able to strike the back of the creature's head with the tip of her scythe. "Thanks!" Seele replied in gratitude, throwing her scythe in your direction. You dodged her attack, watching as it landed on a mob that'd gone to your blind spot in turn. You both saved each other, and with the enemies gone, you high-fived Seele. "Nice," you say to her. "Alright, I think that was the last of 'em. What did Nat say she needed again?" "Rubbing alcohol, painkillers, bandages," Seele listed. "All that's left is alcohol. Hopefully it's still good." "Yeah." You add, "it should still work even if it's expired." "That's what I'm worried about," Seele says, "since there's going to be a time when we eventually run out of things to get from here. The orphanage and Rivet Town... all of it's going to be swallowed up by the Fragmentum sooner or later." "Seele..." "What am I saying, I know. You've been serving as my understudy for, what, two years now?" "Yes." "Out of all the recruits I've enlisted, only you've been the only one able to stay alive since." You think back on the other Underworld children that Seele had once encountered. Julian, Hook, even little Geenie... none of them had survived. They were all caught by the Fragmentum sooner or later, with the other children's moral compasses intact enough to go on a suicide mission to try to save their companions. For Hook, Julian's brutal death sent her to a frenzied brawl with the elite Fragmentum monster, and even with your help, she'd succumbed to her injuries soon after. Geenie's side was a bit different: she'd been strong enough to survive an elite Fragmentum monster battle, but had been corrupted by a shard of the Fragmentum in her body, which had slowly seeped into her mind, turning her into a monster herself. There was no other choice than to put her down, which had made the whole of Wildfire grieve for days at her loss. You were the only one left standing despite it all, and Seele had placed her life in your hands when you'd finally taken down a elite Fragmentum monster by yourself a month ago. Now, although she called you her understudy at times, she knew that you were stronger than her still. You quietly chuckle at Seele's comment, and go to pat her back. That was the last of the Fragmentum monsters in the area for now. She goes back to reality at your touch. "The orphanage's up ahead. There should be some of the alcohol left up there." You nod, and the two of you tread there quietly. There are no words spoken when you locate the last item on Nat's list, and you head back with Seele in silence. There aren't any more Fragmentum mobs on the way, and the trek back is relatively peaceful. It's when you two arrive at the outskirts of Boulder Town that you suddenly hear a lot of noise from within, and Seele hears it too, keeping a levelheaded mind as you two head back. "Oh my god. It's a Overworlder," one of the citizens' hushed whispers say in shock. "He's wearing that damned Silvermane Guard uniform, too." "You're right," another one confirms, "what's he doing here? Lost his way, perhaps?" As you and Seele make your way to the town square, your eyes slightly widen at the sight in front of you: a blonde Overworlder dressed in a Silvermane Guard uniform, walking behind Natasha, who had a gentle smile on her face. "Nat-!" "Ssh." Seele is quick to cover your moth with her hand, and you can feel her calloused palm against your lips. She then whispers to you, "Nat's guiding a Silvermane Guard to Red Roses, huh? Wonder what he's here for." Supplies on hand, you keep quiet as she instructs you again. "We'd better take these to her clinic before heading there. Shouldn't bother her now." You knew full well what would happen to the guard, but followed Seele's instructions nonetheless. "Got it," you reply. "I trust I'll meet you there then?" "Yeah, I'll let her know we're done." You nod a reply before parting ways with Seele, going into the direction of Natasha's clinic as Seele walked towards the Red Roses establishment a moment later. After Natasha's careful steps on guiding the Overworlder to the Fight Club and through the dark alleyway before going into Red Roses, Seele following along. She made sure her steps were light and quiet, almost as if she were just a butterfly passing through. Once she entered the alleyway, she tried the doorknob on the Red Roses establishment, swiftly coming in before locking the door behind her. "Ah, Seele. You're here," a voice from behind her spoke gently. "Now you two can meet officially." "Greetings, Miss Seele," a firm, masculine voice welcomed Seele into her own organization's hangout. "My name is Gepard Landau. I'm a captain of the Silvermane Guards." "Hmph," Seele huffed at the man, walking over to stand behind Natasha's chair as the two were stationed in a simple setup: two chairs and a round table. "You'd better be glad I'm not poking out your eyeballs." "Haha..." Gepard nervously chuckled, glancing back at Natasha as he resumed talking with her. "Doctor Natasha, from the way I saw the citizens praising your name, you must be quite the figure here in the Underworld." "Yes, you could say that. I care for the children and citizens here." "Although the main way up to the Overworld is gone, there's still a backdoor here, which is how I came through. I don't mean to make a fuss, but-" "No fuss? Have you forgotten that because of your soldiers leaving this place, we've had to clean up all the shit you guys left?" Seele fired at him angrily, her hands slamming on the table towards Gepard, who looked at her sternly. "Seele," Natasha called out. "Sorry," she replied, stepping down. "It's fine. I can understand how she may have felt because of all that's happened. I came here to talk about resuming supply of the Geomarrow route so that we may continue trading materials." Liar. After cutting contact 12 years ago, you Overworlders exploited us of Geomarrow by asking for such a big demand of it two years ago, then promptly cut it off. Why ask to resume it now? "I see. That sounds like quite the offer," Natasha nodded. "Seele, would you care to make some tea for us?" "Huh? But Nat, he-" "I don't care, Seele. He's a guest of mine for now, and our peace talks won't be ending anytime soon." "...Augh, fine." Seele groaned, defeated. "Please brew us some with the Red Rose herb, Seele," Natasha stated calmly. As soon as she mentioned the namesake, Seele's eyes widened. She knew exactly what she was going to do, and so her grumbling attitude instantly dissolved as she headed to the back of the room. Her change in attitude didn't go unnoticed by Gepard, who questioned Natasha's words. "...Red Rose tea? Is that a new tea here in the Underworld?" Gepard asked Natasha curiously, his guard up as he leaned on the table, his hands locked together. His smile was ever so faint as he tried to give her his best poker face. "The building you're in now is called the Red Roses establishment, dear captain," Natasha replied. "It's a teahouse, though it may not look like it." It looked nothing like a teahouse, with peeling walls and bland furniture. However, there were quite a few herbs on display around the room. As if knowing Gepard's thoughts and the state of the establishment, Natasha replied, "Your Overworld standards are nothing like the Underworld's. Even something like this is quite state-of-the-art, given our conditions. You saw it yourself, did you not?" She was right: the outside of the town looked like people could even live inside dumpsters. In fact, he even saw someone opening a dumpster lid from the inside... "We were lucky enough to secure enough supplies to fix up the interior of Red Roses much more nicely than the exterior, so if you head further in, you may be even more satisfied yet." "Is that so? Then, after our peace talks, how about you show me around?" Natasha smiled at Gepard's words. "I'd love to. In fact, after our round of tea, how about I give you a personal tour of the Underworld myself? I'm sure that you'd be delighted at what we have to offer." Gepard considered Natasha's words carefully. To be able to view the sights of the Underworld for himself, and then report back on his findings on the surface... maybe that would help in unblocking the separation between the two worlds. He nodded at the doctor's offer as Seele came back in, two hot cups of tea in her hands. "One for you," she said as she placed a cup and saucer down in Natasha's space, "and one for the captain," she finished with a hint of sarcasm as she laid a cup with no saucer in front of Gepard. She then placed a pot in the middle. He couldn't blame her for her outright hostility towards him, and just took it as a sign of her relieving her anger. "Thank you, Miss Seele," Gepard said to her, taking it and looking down at the cup a few times, swirling its contents. He couldn't tell if her stark change in attitude was because of Natasha, him, or something else, but he was a tad skeptical of the tea's contents nonetheless. "You needn't worry about the tea, captain," the doctor across from him chuckled. She leaned back on her chair, holding the saucer in one hand and the cup in the other. With his eyes fixed on her, she took a sip of the tea. "I may be a doctor, but I have my code of conduct. I wouldn't ask Seele here to do something as cruel as poisoning your cup of tea." Seele looked to the side, huffing as the doctor smiled at him. Gepard was still skeptical of her words, and her admitting that only caused his worries to extend further. He placed the cup down, and Seele picked it up from the other side. "You don't believe me?" Seele spat at him, gulping up the tea in the cup in one go. She placed the empty cup back on the table, and refilled it with the pot, pushing it back towards him. "I drank from the other side, so you won't be sharing any of your Overworlder germs with me, rest assured." Seele then backed off, still keeping a cold gaze on him. "I believe you," Gepard said, taking the cup back up and drinking a cautious sip from it. If she'd drank it with no problem, he would be fine as well. "Anyways, about resuming contact with the Overworld," Natasha began. "It's been 12 years since we were cut off. Why start now?" "About that. I actually came here on my own, without anyone's order to prove my sincerity," Gepard began, "so I hope you can trust me when I say that I report directly to the Acting Commander and heir of the Supreme Guardian, Bronya. My reason for asking is simple: she's wanted ways to know how to improve the citizens of Belobog's lives, and the Underworld is a part of that." "And after 12 years?" "That was the Supreme Guardian's order, not Bronya's. She wishes to change that, as she, like I, see no reason as to why a barrier has to have been erected between us." "I see. So that was why you would come out here, alone, in futility." Natasha didn't mince her words as she rebutted Gepard's claims. "If she is the heir to the Guardian as you've said, surely she could've even prevented this pointless barrier from coming to fruition in the first place, correct? And then we wouldn't have needed to wait 12 years for some nobody to come to us, claiming that they're a Silvermane captain seeking to be all chivalrous and just." She left no room for him to speak, and he was left to his thoughts as he took another sip of the tea in order to appear busy. What could he even say, in those dire circumstances? "I-" Wait a second. Gepard could see his eye twitching. Something... isn't right. He started to feel hazy, and his vision was slowly blurring in and out. Did she poison the tea after all? But then, why... Gepard put a hand on his head, trying to keep his balance steady as the room spun around him. Seele could notice it, and even Natasha was smiling. Natasha especially had a sinister smile on her face as she drank another cupful of the tea, pouring herself another one as she took pleasure in watching the SIlvermane Guard's state deteriorate. "Red Rose tea has a kind of... aphrodisiac effect, only found here in the Underworld," Natasha stating to the dizzying captain as he made some distance from the table. He held his head in his hands, though underneath it, she could see the hint of a blush working its way up his face. She could even hear him panting now as he placed one of those hands on his thigh, his gloved fingers struggling to maintain a dignified posture. "Since it can only be cultivated here, it's been maintained by Wildfire, and we're all pretty much immune to it, like how you may be resistant to multiple types of poison back on the surface." "Y-You..." Gepard could barely form a straight sentence. His mind was being cluttered with all sorts of images and scenarios that he found too disdainful to even imagine as a captain and protector of the citizens of Belobog. He couldn't be defeated by just a simple aphrodisiac. He just couldn't. He wouldn't allow himself to. Just... "There's no use fighting it," Seele mocked him. "We've all had it before. It's a very potent drug." A set of footsteps came from the outside, and Gepard reached out to the door. He was fighting it as best as he could, but everywhere was hot. He could feel beads of sweat dangling on his face, and his smile had now turned into a cold grit as he panted for air. He could feel his little friend from below struggling to stay latched between his layers of clothes, and he had a strong urge to go and relieve himself of his load. He collapsed to the floor, his urges overtaking him as a hand went to his abdomen, still fiercely trying not to make a fool of himself more than what he'd already done. "That's gotta be her," Seele said, anticipating the outer one's arrival. She went to the door, stepping over the mess of a captain, and let the person from outside in. The person from outside smiled at Seele, waving at her warmly before taking a look at the scene before her. "Did I miss something?" You glanced at the scene before you as Seele opened the door. There was Natasha, sitting in her chair, drinking her Red Rose tea. There was Seele, holding the door for you, smiling as per usual when ways went her way. And there were was the out-of-place Silvermane Guard, grasping for breath on the floor, struggling to even support himself. In the two years that you'd been in Wildfire, this was the first time you'd ever seen such a thing before. "Get... away," the man stated, almost like a warning to you as you rushed over to help him up. You still had your own moral compass, and would still hold in your sympathy for others. You looked over at Natasha for assistance, but she just merely glanced your way. You turned to Seele, who also did the same. "Guys? Hello?" You start to speak, giving them weird looks. Why did they look so unbothered at his agony? "I hope you realize that there's an empty teacup in front of you," Natasha said, breaking the silence as you help the man to his chair. Only then do you realize that a table was indeed there, right in front of Natasha, with the faint smell of the Red Rose tea in it. You then spot the empty cup near you. His cup. "N-No way," you start, "Natasha? But he's an Overworlder-!" "It's precisely because he's an Overworlder - and one of the Silvermane Guards, no less - that he has to be. Don't you know that?" Seele made no comment as you tried to speak against the leader of Wildfire. "But he's human, just like the rest of us! Just... just look at the state he's in right now! You're a doctor, aren't you?" You try to reason with her, the Fragmentum at the back of your mind. The more forces, the better. If we could even convert him to get to our side, that'd be great. Why was he here in the first place, anyway? Natasha rose up from her chair, placing her teacup and saucer down on the table. "I don't get why you're defending him." "Because... aren't we-" "-the last hope of the Underworlder citizens, right?" Seele finished your sentence, rising her head for once. You could see the tears prominent on her cheek as she cried out loud. "But he's not part of the Underworld. They abandoned us, and left us nowhere to run to but down. Have you forgotten how they extorted us of Geomarrow years ago?" "Seele, wait-" "Oh, my bad," she interrupted, "I forgot. You weren't even here to witness the event back then. You'd only joined Wildfire then, so you couldn't have known." "Seele..." "I trust that you'll be able to take care of him if you so wish then," Natasha said, walking to the door. "Seele and I will be leaving." Seele kept the door propped open as Natasha left, and she followed soon after. You could hear the door lock from the outside after a moment, and you'd rushed over to try it. No dice. You were stuck. "H-Hey! Wait, we can talk this out! Seele! Natasha!" Your cries of desperation were met with nothing but the sound of retreating footsteps, the sounds of the Fight Club overwhelming your cries. Seele seemed to be pretty angry, and Natasha... you couldn't tell what she was thinking. A voice from behind you shook your nerves to your very core. "Hah... and you're s-supposed to be... allies, huh...?" It was the Silvermane Guard's voice, but it felt as if he was trying to hold something back. But what, exactly? Red Rose tea wasn't poisonous. Natasha had mentioned that it had a calming effect when you'd first known of the tea, and when you'd tasted it, it did feel a bit relaxing. Did she drug it somehow? You decide to try it out for yourself, using the teacup without a saucer to taste test. Pouring a cup of tea out, you were oblivious to the guard's actions as he struggled to breathe. His breaths in and out were one of the only sounds in the room as you swished the tea's contents in your mouth, trying to decipher if she'd really put something else in the tea or not. "H-Hot...." You could hear his mumblings, taking them as nothing but drugs talking as you gulped down a cup of the tea. You waited for a few minutes, turning around to face the man to keep an eye on him as you anticipated any effects. Nada. "Hmm, that's odd. Did she do something else?" You couldn't figure out what it was that was making him react that way. "Maybe something in the back would help." The Red Roses building was one of Wildfire's hangouts, but having been in the organization for a few years, you knew that it was something more. It was where criminals were stationed, and where Natasha made sure they behaved. You didn't know how the man would react after the drugs had taken hold of him, so you tried your best to drag him along, propping his shoulder over your arms as you went to the back to a row of cells. You passed quite a few prisoners along the way, most or all of whom widened their eyes as you dragged the Silvermane Guard to the very end of the cellblock, where one empty cell stood. You unlocked the door, throwing him inside before shutting it promptly. You watched as he writhed in pain, all the while mumbling that he was hot and panting rigorously. Honestly, you had no clue what Natasha had done to him for him to have been that worked up, but him being in pain didn't seem justified to you. You'd put him in the cell out of worry, but... now that you were looking at the other cells, you noticed that a lot of the 'criminals' placed here had similar weapons to each other, and most had a dirty blue outfit of some kind on them. That... couldn't have been just a coincidence, right? The blond in front of you called out for you, making you lose your train of thought as he reached a hand towards you. "Come... here, please," he pleaded, his voice raspy. Just like before, it seemed as if he was struggling to even stand and breathe, and out of concern, you opened the cell to go inside. You came to regret that decision soon after.

Stars and stellarons

['Snekjoy']

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崩坏：星穹铁道 | Honkai: Star Rail (Video Game), 原神 | Genshin Impact (Video Game)

Himeko (Honkai: Star Rail) & Welt Yang, Dan Heng & March 7th & Trailblazer (Honkai: Star Rail), Kong | Aether & Ying | Lumine (Genshin Impact), Caelus (Honkai: Star Rail) & Welt Yang, Dan Heng/Trailblazer (Honkai: Star Rail), Caelus/Dan Heng (Honkai: Star Rail), Aether (Genshin Impact) & Caelus (Honkai: Star Rail)

Welt Yang, Himeko (Honkai: Star Rail), Caelus (Honkai: Star Rail), March 7th (Honkai: Star Rail), Dan Heng (Honkai: Star Rail), Kong | Aether (Genshin Impact), Ying | Lumine (Genshin Impact), Pom-Pom (Honkai: Star Rail)

Kong | Aether and Ying | Lumine are Siblings (Genshin Impact), Astral Express (Honkai: Star Rail), Male Trailblazer (Honkai: Star Rail), Crossover, Mute Kong | Aether (Genshin Impact), Sign Language, Kong | Aether Uses Sign Language (Genshin Impact), Selectively Mute Caelus (Honkai: Star Rail), Caelus uses sign language (Honkai: Star Rail), Cute Kong | Aether (Genshin Impact)

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2023-05-04

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It was a quiet day on the express. They'd been travelling at quite a relaxed pace, and had set off from Jarilo-VI only yesterday (in Jarilo-VI time). Caelus was sat in the parlor car, watching the stars and planets slowly move out of the massive windows.His arms rested on the back of the sofa he was sat on and his chin rested on his arms, and in other people's eyes, they might say he was sat backwards and therefore was sat 'wrong'.In his eyes, he was sat entirely correctly for watching the stars. Occasionally, a shooting star would go past. He liked those, and always made sure to wish on them.When he saw two at once, he gasped, closed his eyes and wished as hard as he could that he'd never have to leave the express, and turned to poke Welt's arm. Welt was sat nearby, but in the 'correct' direction, reading a small book. "What?" He turned to watch Caelus sign."Two shooting stars! Right next to each other, and they're so bright!""Wow." He went back to his book, and Caelus shoved his shoulder.Mr Yang turned to look and frowned, closing his book. He watched the stars, and his expression changed from slight annoyance to confusion to panic."Those are coming towards us."Caelus frowned."What?"Welt stood up, gathered his emotions, and walked towards the passenger car, where he could open the door."They aren't stars. Get Dan Heng and March out of their rooms, now."He sounded urgent, but still looked entirely calm and collected. Caelus found that so cool, but couldn't just sit there and watch when he'd been given orders, and jumped to his feet and followed into the other car. He watched Welt wait by the door that opened directly into space and knocked on the door to the archives.He did the same at March's door, and both of his friends came out of their rooms, confused. "What?" March walked up to the window and saw the stars."Woah, so pretty!"Dan Heng followed her and frowned at Welt, who had a hand on the door."What's wrong?""You'll see." Himeko came out of the parlor car, her arms crossed, and Pom-Pom waddled behind her."What's up?"She didn't get an answer, and rolled her eyes.Welt stared out of the glass in the door, his expression entirely serious, and watched the two stars approach. His shoulders tensed and everyone else watched as they got closer and closer, slight panic setting in. "They're gonna hit us!" March grabbed onto Dan Heng's sleeve, and he looked at Caelus, assuming he'd know something. He got a shrug.The stars got closer and closer, and everyone except Welt and Himeko braced for impact, including Pom-Pom.   The door flew open and Welt jumped out of the way.The two stars flew into the cabin and stopped being stars.The balls of light that they were became humanoid, the golden shine forming into two bodies. Wind rushed out of the cabin, and Welt slammed the door shut again, sighing and standing up straight, adjusting his glasses. The stars... people... whatever they were, the light they were made of was slowly ceasing to be light, and they were becoming visibly people. March let go of Dan Heng, and all three of the younger trailblazers pulled their weapons out when they saw that the two newcomers had swords. One of them stood up straight first, light blonde hair cut short, with two strands at the front left long and a flower pinned to her hair.A white and gold dress fell around her legs, and she wore matching boots and gloves. Her golden eyes glanced around the group. Her hand stayed on her sword, and she kept it slightly raised at the younger three. The one behind her stayed hunched, facing Welt and Himeko.He was wearing an outfit in a similar style, but instead of white, his was a dark brown.He wore pants, boots, a cropped shirt, and gloves, all with similar gold detailing to his friend's. He had long, braided hair, slightly darker but still blond, and he kept his sword in a defensive position. They both had wings. Translucent, golden wings made up of geometric shapes, open and flattened so they could stand back to back.   Dan Heng glared at the girl, the one in front of him, and she glared back. "Who are you? Names?" She spoke, her eyes darting between the three. Himeko and Welt didn't take their weapons out, simply watching the boy that was watching them. Dan Heng responded when Welt nodded at him."We're the Astral Express crew. That's where you are. We don't want to fight." She looked around and over her shoulder at her friend.They seemed to communicate without speaking, understanding flowing between them. He stood up straight and they both put away their swords by letting them disintegrate into light. "I'm Lumine. This is my twin brother, Aether. We're travellers across the stars." March, Dan Heng and Caelus put away their weapons too."I'm Dan Heng. This is March, Caelus, Welt, and Himeko. We're trailblazers, so... basically the same." "Are you the conductor, or the leader of the group?" Pom-Pom huffed and waddled forward, towards the twins."No. I'm the conductor, Pom-Pom!"Lumine turned and stared at the tiny rabbit. Aether raised his eyebrows. March stifled a laugh. "Oh. Well, nice to meet you, Pom-Pom." She knelt and shook the paw that the conductor offered, then stood up again. "Is there... a human leader of your group? Or one who looks human?"Welt cleared his throat. "We don't tend to choose that, but me and Himeko here have seniority." Himeko smiled and waved, and Aether waved back. "I don't love feeling old, but yes. I'm Himeko, nice to meet you." Lumine nodded. "Hello. We're sorry for the sudden arrival. We often need to take out threats on our journey, and we just assumed..." "It's fine. You didn't hurt anyone. How long will you be staying?""Oh. Uh..." Aether looked at his sister and signed in a language none of them recognised. She nodded."We're tired. Would it be ok if we stayed for some rest? We won't bother you long.""Yes, that's fine." Welt's face pulled an expression of... actually, his expressions were quite hard to decipher, but it was vaguely negative."You're stars, right?""More or less."He seemed hesitant, raising his eyebrows at Himeko and using his eyes to indicate towards Caelus.She shrugged and walked back into the parlor car, Pom-Pom going with her."Come with me, I've just brewed some coffee." The twins glanced at the four that were left in the passenger car, and followed her, the door clicking shut behind them.   "What was that?" Dan Heng muttered."I'm not too happy with keeping them here for too long." Mr Yang confessed, and March tilted her head, turning to Caelus."What language was the guy signing in?"He shrugged, and even Welt seemed not to know, which was a first. "They're stars. Does that have anything to do with a stellaron?"They all went quiet, watching the door to the parlor car.March walked towards it first."I wanna figure them out. Come on!" Caelus looked at Dan Heng, who was looking at Welt, who was looking out of the window."Go on. I don't think they'll hurt you, they don't seem like they want to."They all nodded and left, leaving him to his window and his own concern. (See the end of the chapter for notes.) The parlor car was quiet again. March had managed to befriend Lumine within half an hour, and had taken her to look at her photo gallery in her room, leaving Aether, Caelus and Dan Heng to sit in silence. Aether was sat on the sofa, staring at his own feet. Dan Heng was sat next to Caelus on the other sofa, reading some kind of information booklet. Caelus was trying to find a way to start a conversation with Aether. He'd seen the newcomer signing to his sister, but he didn't understand the language, and he didn't know if Aether knew the one he signed. He also didn't know if he was deaf or mute, which posed another issue. He puffed out a breath from his mouth, blowing his own hair out of his eyes. Dan Heng looked up at him, and he nodded his head towards Aether. "Go on." "I don't know what language he signs." "Just try, and if it doesn't work, his sister can help later." Aether looked up and tilted his head, and Caelus waved. He waved back. The silence continued, and Aether looked at Dan Heng, then at Caelus again. He raised his gloved hands and hesitantly signed something unintelligible. Caelus frowned and shook his head. "I don't know that language." Aether watched his hands and squinted, then his face lit up and he began signing again, this time being understandable. "Is this the right one?" They both grinned and Caelus nodded. "I'm glad you also sign it. I didn't recognise the one you used with your sister." "That's not really one anyone else knows. It's just mine." His jaw dropped. "You have your own language? That's really cool!" Aether nodded, sitting up straight and losing his hesitance. "Me and Lumine," He spelled her name, then signed flower to assign it as her sign name. "We're very old. Older than we look. Travelling..." He hesitated. "Travelling for this long... lots of languages, speaking and signing. Lumine uses the most common one to speak with, and I use my own, but we both know lots." Caelus nodded, in awe at the idea of how long he must have been travelling. "That's impressive. I only sign and speak, one language each." "I speak quite a few, but I rarely use it. I usually just figure out a few words to let people know I prefer signing, and then learn the sign language of wherever I am." "How come you've been travelling so long?" "We're not regular mortals. We age reeeeeally slow," He stretched his hands out to emphasis the word really. "because we're kinda made of stars." Caelus blinked, staring at him. "How old are you?" "Depends. Which planet's time scale?" "Jarilo-VI. That's what we usually use here." "Then I'm at least 1500." His jaw dropped a second time, and Aether smiled, his eyes closing. Jesus. 1500, at least? The guy in front of him... he was tiny, if he was really that old. He was short, and his face was barely that of someone over 30. He opened his eyes again and, upon seeing Caelus had stopped signing, looked out of the window at the stars, his expression... longing? The trailblazer barely understood. He looked at Dan Heng, who hadn't stopped reading but looked up when nudged. "Hm?" "He's 1500." "...years old? That's crazy." "He can hear you." He frowned and looked over at Aether, who smiled again and waved. "...Sorry. Did he just tell me you're 1500 years old, or am I getting bad at reading sign?" Aether nodded and Dan put his booklet down, crossing his arms over his chest. "That's... fascinating. You and your sister, you're stars, right?" Nod. "Wow. So you don't age? Is your body your own choice of presentation, can you manipulate it to your will? Or were you just born looking like that? Did you grow up from a baby, or-" He realised the onslaught of questions he was throwing at the newcomer and stopped, clearing his throat and shrinking back, his ears going pink. Caelus smiled and watched his expression, relaxing back and putting his arm on the back of the sofa behind his back. "Sorry." Aether looked at Caelus. "He reads sign, yeah?" "I do." "It's fine to be curious. Humans who want to understand are always fun to talk to. I didn't choose this appearance, no, and we didn't really grow up like you do. We were just really stupid for a bit." "Wow. Give me a second, let me just-" He pulled up his holographic screen on his wrist and started typing. "I collect the archives here, I gather data. I hope you don't mind." "It's fine!" Dan Heng smiled a little and Caelus watched him excitedly mark down information. Aether noticed the way he was looking at him and raised his eyebrows, grinning. "How long have you two been together? You seem close." Both of them went pink, and Caelus pulled his arm away. Aether's smile dropped. "Are you two not...?" "No. We aren't." "You're sure?" "What's that supposed to mean?!" Caelus signed, and Dan Heng covered his face with his hand. Aether looked between them, then went back to looking out of the window, as if he didn't want to continue the conversation. The two looked at each other, made eye contact for a moment, then looked away again. Maybe stars lost their shame over 1500 years. Maybe Aether was just a little shit, Caelus couldn't decide. I mean this so seriously Lumine might be louder/more extroverted but Aether is such a little shit idc

Don't Wake Me Up On The Road To Home.

['KiryuRikuu']

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

Dan Heng (Honkai: Star Rail)/Reader

Dan Heng (Honkai: Star Rail), Caelus (Honkai: Star Rail), Shennong (Honkai impact 3rd)

Dan Heng Needs a Hug (Honkai: Star Rail), Dan Heng is Bad at Feelings (Honkai: Star Rail), Dan Heng/Reader - Freeform, Reader is not Trailblazer (Honkai: Star Rail), Self-Indulgent, Honkai Impact 3rd References

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2023-05-04

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2023-05-04

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For added ambiance, listen to this here. "Good evening, Dan Heng." You greet the ebony eyed boy as you stepped into the parlor car of the Astral express. You yawned out a tad before stretching your arms wide open. The mysterious individual had been traveling aboard the Astral Express for a few months now. The crew had encountered you back in Xianzhou Luofu during the event of a Stellaron being snuck onto the ship. You were stranded for quite awhile before you had met the crew. It was quite a funny encounter to them all because you had bumped into Caelus while you were grabbing some mung bean soda from one of the vending machines stationed by Central Starskiff Haven. You yawned once more still feeling the left over fatigue from your evening lazy nap. "Good evening, [Y/N]. There's coffee, tea, and left over juice from March 7th on the refreshment table. Pick whichever you prefer." Dan Heng says with a blank facial expression, not showing any single emotion. His gaze was still as he looks towards the vast darkness in the sky and he takes in a deep breath and exhales audibly. "If you wanna chat, you're welcome to do so." He says, his eyes still struck outside the glass panes of the parlor car, watching the infinite stars that were still within the skies. You stifle a small smile as you stand next to him. "We're on our way to Shenzhou now, aren't we?" You asks him as you grab a bottle of iced tea from the countertop. "I haven't been home in so long." You say with longing and honesty as her eyes quickly gaze upon the planet the two of you were approaching. "Indeed, we have just entered the outer rim of the Shenzhou system. It's been a long journey for us on the Express. You're feeling nostalgic, right?" Dan Heng gestures for you to take a seat next to him, while takes a sip of his green tea. In the short period of their intergalactic travels, Dan Heng had managed to make a special bond and connection to the you who was but a stranger to the crew and himself just a few months ago. "Believe it or not, but I miss the greenery and autumn-esque ambiance of Shenzhou." You quip. "I haven't been home in for so long. I wonder how my brother Shennong is..." You ponder quietly, looking at the small cluster of stars passing by outside the Astral Express. You had gone to Luofu to deliver and pick up dried herbal medicine from Luofu's local pharmacies as your dear brother requested. You were supposed to have returned 5 months ago to Shenzhou before the Stellaron outbreak. Dan Heng chuckles at the not-so distant memory of how he met you once more and suppresses a bubbling chuckle. "It's so peaceful and quiet like this, isn't it?" Dan Heng chuckles softly as he turned his eyes to you. "What is your brother like, if you don't mind me asking? It is good to know there are still people like you who want to go back to their homeland. Although, I will also add...that there's no place like the Astral Express and its crew. I would choose the Astral Express over home every time..." Dan Heng says while he crosses his arms. You nod and laugh lightly in agreement. "My brother is an expert in the art of healing through medicinal herbs that are found in Shenzhou. He and I grew up as the guardians of the forest deep in our homeland that hold the sanctuary of tranquility." You say as you glide your fingers across the cold glass panes of the Astral Express. "Sounds like your bond with your brother is quite strong, huh? Do you have any interesting stories from your past?" Dan Heng takes another sip of tea. "It's rather quiet here in the parlor car, don't you think? How about we share some memories about what we've experienced before and where life has taken us?" He asks again, this time while smiling warmly, the smile being so out of place with his usually distant and quiet demeanor it is rather strange to look at. You gave the boy a warm smile before sharing a small story. "Since my brother and I used to play a lot in the deep forests, I remember quite clearly that flowers and wildlife around us would sing and dance around in my presence and would always greet me and guide my way home if I was ever lost." You say as you sit next to Dan Heng, plopping yourself next to the red leathery couch of the Parlor car.   "Shennong would hear and see the same thing, but he says that the conversations the plants like to tell him are of which medicinal herbs to use if I got hurt or injured while we're playing, so I'd say his bond was perhaps way deeper towards the forest." You ramble on about your past to Dan Heng mindlessly, tapping your finger on your chin as you continued on. Dan Heng continued to listen intently, putting his full attention on you. His curiousity piqued of such a mythical and peculiar story that it sounded like it was a fairy tale coming to life from one of his books. "Wow, that's...unusual, to say the least. Plants that can speak and express their feelings and thoughts? That's... really amazing. It shows that they were really fond of you, for them to sing and even guide you back home?" "I wonder...were you and your brother both born with that ability, or did you develop that later on in your childhood?" Dan Heng continues to listen intently and to make no other movements besides listening to your story and staring out of the window. "I would really like to admit that perhaps they were fond of me, but I'm not 100% sure because I can't really understand and of the plants that are in the Parlor car at all, or perhaps it's just me..." You trail off as you continued to pondered for a bit. Dan Heng shifts his gaze and looks over at you, and the small smile on his face breaks into laughter. He covers his mouth and tries his hardest to suppress it but he fails miserably. The boy laughs so hard his eyes start to tear. A laughing Dan Heng was such a rare sight to behold. But it was the best thing you could ever lay your eyes upon. Dan Heng wheezes while gasping for air in an echo of laughs. "[Y/N], it's just you!" The boy tries to stop laughing and try to act calm and composed again, but a few giggles still escape from his lips. "I'll have to say, this might be the first time I've experienced this kind of conversation with someone on the express." Danheng quips as he looks at her with a sly half-smile. "Don't laugh!!" [Y/N] says flustered and a little embarrassed. "It's not my fault that the plants like Pom-Pom more than me!!!" You defend yourself as you buried your face in your hands. A blooming red starts to paint your face as it reaches the tips of your ears. Dan Heng stops laughing and chuckles at your amusing reaction. "Okay, okay, I'm sorry. I just never would've expected that answer from you, that's all. It just goes to show how differently you think, you know? You and Pom-Pom and me... We're all very different people, aren't we?" Dan Heng's facial expression turn blank again as always, but the sound of his tone conveys a lot of emotion. He sounded relaxed and amiable, as he's comfortable talking with you. Before Dan Heng could say another word, Pom-Pom's loud voice from the speakers catches everyone's attention onboard. Pom-Pom announces that they had just arrived in Shenzhou and that they'll be staying over for an 7 day period. "Oh, we're here." You say as you stand up from the couch a little too quickly, hinting at your excitement of being home once more on the land of tranquility. Dan Heng also stands up and brushes the dust from his outfit. "Oh, that is some wonderful news indeed. An entire week's worth of rest. That is much needed for us." Dan Heng chuckles as he picks up his bag. "Are you ready to go, then?" He asks, looking at [Y/N] with a ghosting smile. You nod in excitement as you hurriedly hop off from the station, ushering Dan Heng to follow you. "Slow down, [Y/N]!!! I'm sure your brother's waiting for you with open arms." Dan Heng says as he tries to catch up to your fleeting steps. Dan Heng says this with a smile on his face. He starts walking to the parlor car's doorway when he suddenly stops, with a sudden question in thought . He turns around and look at [Y/N], and he speaks with a soft, quiet tone of voice. "Do you ever... think of us... as friends?" He asks as he stood still. You halt and pause for a moment. You look at him with a questioning smile and tilt your head to the side slightly. "If I didn't, I would've never told you that I could technically speak to plants now would I?" You lightly chuckled and beckon for Danheng to hop off to the station and follow you again, your bag slinging behind your arms as you lead the way. "Come on!!! Shennong is impatiently waiting for us back at our place." You smile. Dan Heng returns the smile and shakes his head, laughing a little at your enthusiasm. "Yes, you do have a point there. Perhaps you do find me a bit interesting, huh?" Dan Heng asks rhethorically with a soft chuckle, putting one foot in front of the other, taking on the journey to Shennong's house located on the outer skirts of Shenzhou. "You seem very excited to see him. I wouldn't blame you, of course. It's been a long time since you last saw him, hasn't it?" Dan Heng says as he strolled next to you, following your thrilled pace. "A little too long. Let's just hope he won't make me try any of his new medicinal concoctions." You chuckle sheepishly as you delightedly lead Dan Heng down to your childhood home. Dan Heng chuckles along with you as well, the journey to your childhood house seemed to fly by very quickly and soon, he finds himself standing on the doorstep to your house. "Well, is this it? Are you ready to go and see your brother?" Dan Heng leans over a wooden pillar, looking at you earnestly. You nod as you opens the circle doors engraved with jade and fragrant wood. A warm and aromatic oriental smell of agarwood greets Dan Heng's nose as he carefully steps into the house. "Shennong!! I'm home!!" You call out to the red-headed herbal practictionist. Dan Heng seems to follow along and take in the scents in the air. It feels different from the calm and relaxing feeling of the Astral Express. The maroon leather-scented cushions from parlor car are but a forgotten memory now. He walks in and sees Shennong rushing up to greet you, his eyes lit up with a warm and friendly smile on his face. He decides to stay in the background for the time being and watch your warm reunion. Shennong tumbles from the cedar wood stairs from the second floor yelling out, "COMING!!!!" The moment he heard his beloved sibling's voice once more, the red-haired man tosses his wooden staff across the room as he sees you, engulfing and tackling you into a bone-crushing warm hug. "[Y/N]!!!' Shennong cries a little dramatically, yet you can feel the genuine longing he has for you. Dan Heng smiles softly and let the two of you bond once more after being away from each other for so long. It's clear how much love and longing you have for each other, and to see that, is something very special to him. You and Shennong have such a strong and healthy relationship with each other. Dan Heng walks over to the wall and leans against it, deciding to stay and watch how the reunion plays out for a while longer. "I've missed you so much, [Y/N]-DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA HOW LONG IT'S BEEN!???" The man says to you, shaking you around as he cries. "I've gotten so tired of making up stories, since 𝙇𝙄𝙏𝙀𝙍𝘼𝙇𝙇𝙔 𝘼𝙇𝙈𝙊𝙎𝙏 𝙀𝙑𝙀𝙍𝙔 𝙋𝙇𝘼𝙉𝙏 𝘼𝙉𝘿 𝙁𝙇𝙊𝙒𝙀𝙍 𝙄𝙉 𝙎𝙃𝙀𝙉𝙕𝙃𝙊𝙐 𝙈𝙄𝙎𝙎𝙀𝙎 𝙔𝙊𝙐." He whines as you chuckle to yourself. Dan Heng chuckles along with the two siblings as they play around. Their relationship really is something special, isn't it? It makes him feel happy seeing two people get along so well and have such healthy relationship and loving affection for each other. Dan Heng listens closely to what the two of you have to say to each other and all that happened. Shennong's eyes lit up as he looks over to Dan Heng. His eyes locking right onto Dan Heng's. "Okay-okay, sidetrack a little, but who's the boy? Your lover?" Shennong hits your shoulders playfully as he wiggles his eyebrows. A creeping blush paints across your cheeks as you were too shy to answer your brother, surprised from the sudden assumption that Dan Heng was your significant other. 𝘞𝘩𝘰 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘬𝘪𝘥𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩? 𝘋𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘶𝘥𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘥𝘰𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘧𝘭𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵, 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘢𝘸 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘊𝘢𝘦𝘭𝘶𝘴. "He's-!" Shennong cuts you off before you could answer him. "Because if YOU are-" Shennong now points at Dan Heng. "You can have my blessing, as long as you keep my sibling happy, but if I ever hear- HEAR a single teardrop fall from their eyes you're going to have to face the wrath of a veteran, experimental, slightly sadistic herbal practicioner-" Shennong threatens on and on as he circles around both a blushing you and Dan Heng. You could clearly see Dan Heng's face turns red and he's taken aback by Shennong's sudden question about him. Dan Heng's face shows all of it. He stammers when Shennong suddenly faces him directly, and he's speechless, once again. He clears his throat and tries to speak but he can barely get any words out. He doesn't seem to know what to do or say in the face of Shennong's protective and stern look. It's like he's judging Dan Heng on his every word or movement. Dan Heng looks over at you for assistance, but you're just as much at a loss as he was. "We're not dating!!" You say as you tightly held onto Shennong's forearm. "He's a good friend of mine I made while I was on the Astral Express." You say trying to calm the situation down. Shennong then pauses for a moment. The air in the room stills. "Then why do you smell like the wind?" He asks raising an eyebrow to you. Dan Heng's eyebrows raise in confusion. "Smells like the wind?" He asks with a puzzled expression. How can someone smell like the wind? Can you smell the wind, even? Dan Heng questioned to himself before looking up at Shennong in curiosity. Dan Heng looks back at you to see if your facial expressions give away any hints about what Shennong means by that statement yet, you are just as confused as he is, although you're also trying to keep the situation with Shennong cool by trying to de-escalate the over-bearing tension. Maybe smelling the wind is some sort of phrase or phrase in the language of Shenzhou? Dan Heng thought to himself. "Pardon?" You say a little taken aback. Shennong fluttered his eyes close taking a whiff of the air between you and Dan Heng. "You can't mistake it. You smell like the wind, [Y/N], you smell like him." Shennong points out bluntly. Dan Heng's shocked and confused expressions turn into a bright red one out of embarrassment. His cheeks and ears are as red as a tomato, and his mind starts racing at the implication of what Shennong is saying or even suggesting. Dan Heng opens his mouth in an attempt to refute Shennong's accusation, but he doesn't seem to have anything to say. He can't seem refute what he says, because he knows Shennong is somewhat right.   𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘣𝘦...? 𝘏𝘰𝘸 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴...?   How does Shennong understand the feelings Dan Heng has for you? Is it true that people of Shenzhou can smell the feelings of others? Dan Heng can't help but seem look back at you to see your reaction, going back and forth from staring at you, to staring back at Shennong. "Your elemental resonance is wind, am I correct?" Shennong says as he turns to face Dan Heng, looking at him with a small smile gracing on his lips. Dan Heng nods his head in agreement, though his facial expression was a bit awkward at the moment. "It's true that my elemental resonance is wind." "Why do you ask? Does that have something to do with the whole scent thing? Can you smell that too?" Dan Heng questioned Shennong with a soft chuckle, and a very visible blush is still apparent on his face, though not as bad as it was before. Dan Heng clears his throat and continued to keep the conversation going. "So, what is this scent or smell thing you speak of anyway..? How do you pick up on the smell of feelings? It's all very intriguing to me." Dan Heng looks at Shennong with slightly squinted eyes, curious and wondering how the red-headed herbal practitioner was able to pick up on his blossoming feelings for you. "My dearest sibling's elemental resonance is with the earth. They've been connected to nature and to flora for as long as I can remember." Shennong says as he crossed an arm around his waist, explaining his swift deduction. "Their signature scent is always of something earth-related, whether it be the smell of grass when it's rained on, or the smell of the soil when it is fertile and hearthstone-like." Shennong says. "But this time, they don't smell like any of that. It leads me to believe that you've imprinted on them." Shennong says while poking your cheek. Dan Heng looks at Shennong with his eyebrows raised out of surprise at the practiotioner's analysis of the situation. It was very thorough, and quite logical, after hearing his reasoning. Yet, another thing about Shenzhou and how it's people function that is different from the world that Dan Heng was used to. He can only nod again, in agreement, and if that was what Shennong is saying is most likely true. "I guess...you can say we've become quite attached to each other, in the months and time spent since we've met. I can't believe it myself even, just how quickly the connection between us developed..." Dan Heng twiddles with his fingers a little as he says reveals his inner most thoughts to Shennong. Dan Heng takes a deep breath and thinks of what will come of this situation. He has no choice here, He feels like he must be honest and come clean. Dan Heng looks at Shennong once more, this time with a resolve etched deep in his gaze and with a soft smile on his lips. "Alright. Shennong, I have to admit it. You're right, I am... in love with your sibling. It's something I'm not even sure if I believe myself, but it's true...does that bother you?" Dan Heng asks in a sincere and concerned voice, his heart was practically sinking in dread as he waits for Shennong's response. Shennong hummed to himself, fluttering his eyes close, giving himself a moment to think of an answer, causing a deeper pit of dread to settle down Dan Heng's stomach, although the ravenette looked completely composed on the outside. "I may have just met you..." Shennong started off placing a finger on his chin. "But no. It doesn't bother me." He says honestly. "In fact, I would wholeheartedly support the both of you if you and my little sibling would end up in a relationship. I can definitely hear the surrounding nature agree with me as well, and I for one, will always agree with them." Shennong chuckles, patting both you and Danheng's shoulders. The wave of relief that washes over Dan Heng in that moment is so great that it's almost as if he's been washed away by some great flood. The fact that Shennong is okay with the two of you being with each other is simply amazing to him. It's the best thing Dan Heng could've ever wished for in this moment. It's become another aspect of Shenzhou and all of its people that he truly appreciates and admires. Dan Heng smiles softly towards Shennong. "Then I promise I'll do my best to take care of [Y/N] and to be a good man. You can have my word on that one." Dan Heng swore to both himself and Shennong. Shennong shared another bright smile with Dan Heng, it was a nice moment for the two, until well... perhaps they were forgetting about how someone felt towards this... odd situation. "Ahem..." You cleared your throat. "Did you two forget that I was still here?" you crossed your arms around your chest, trying to sound a little intimidating, although it ended up being more of an adorable act, since a very visible tint of bright red was still evident on your cheeks. Dan Heng giggles a little at the sight of your cute attempt at being intimidating, and smiles gently. "Yeah, I believe we did." Dan Heng chuckles and nudges her shoulder. "We were kinda distracted at the moment, so you'll have to excuse us for being so." Dan Heng's smile grows into a wide grin and his body language is a lot more relaxed. The boy was really glad he's got that all cleared up with Shennong. This whole thing was a lot less dramatic than he was expecting it to become, instead the whole day has been very heartwarming. You shake your head and click your tongue. "It's alright." you smile. "You both can go and converse with each other first. I want to go to the garden. It's been so long since I've seen... well everything." You say as you turn away to the backyard garden. "That's a great idea, actually." Dan Heng nods his head and looks over towards Shennong. Dan Heng grins as he continued to speak with the red-headed man. "So, now that that's all said and done, I must admit- I'm curious to learn more about you. Why did you become a Herb Practitioner, and what did you do before that? You seem very passionate about it all and very knowledgeable." Dan Heng asks the question with a curious look on his face, while he leans against the cedarwood walls again and crosses his arms, wanting to hear more about Shennong and his backstory. "I became a herbal practitioner because I was deeply connected to nature around Taixuan and Shenzhou. It was my calling." Shennong says as he picks up his jaded agarwood staff. "I was passionate in helping Shenzhou grow and heal. During the era when the honkai attacked Shenzhou, the city called out to me. It was my purpose and my duty to aid and heal the land where tranquility lies." He says, twirling his staff around his calloused fingers. Shennong's words gave the ravenette the feeling of deep devotion and a sense of duty. It's something he really believes in, and is willing to put his entire life towards. Dan Heng can only nod at his story with respect. "Quite the noble cause you're supporting. I can't imagine anything more admirable than wanting to devote your life to healing the land, and to help it keep growing." Dan Heng speaks in an even tone, but bears respect and admiration for Shennong's life choices and ideals. Dan Heng believes that Shennong is something special, for sure, just like you. As Dan Heng and Shennong continued to converse with each other in the living room, You were lying down on the grass, staring at the inky midnight firmament above Shenzhou. The grass and flowers surrounded you as you rest your body atop the tickling sea of green. You let an exhale escape from your lips as you raise your hands above, tracing the stars in the night sky, drawing lines. With every twist and turn of your fingers, a sense of nostalgia washed over your psyche. The gentle breeze of the night, the lulling rustle of the autumn leaves shiver around everywhere, and the twinkling lights of the diamond-like stars above had silent tears escaping in your eyes as everything that you love was reflected and mirrored into the crystalline droplets that nested in your gaze. Dan Heng sees you looking up into the night sky, the ebony haired male can tell that seeing the stars stirs up some strong feelings and emotions in you. It's as if your mind is somewhere very far away, lost in your own thoughts and memories as the stars shine overhead.   𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘧? 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘴? 𝘠𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥?   Everything seemed like it pointed towards that revelation. You seem so content in your own thoughts right now, like you're lost in your own little world. Dan Heng looks at you with a soft look his my eyes, wondering how, and what's best to deal with this situation. After a while of silence, Dan Heng slowly moves closer to you. He kneels down beside you and puts an arm around you in a comforting way. A warm, soft hand touches your shoulder and he gives it a little squeeze. He's waiting to see what you do with his display of actions. It's not often he does something that's so forward, so this is most likely a ground for him, but he feels more than comfortable enough with you to actually do something like this. He hopes it might make you feel a little better. At the very least, it'll show you that you are not alone out here in this moment. You look to Danheng, head turning sideways. You were a little startled. Danheng's sudden appearance suprised you because not long ago you had overheard them still conversing with one another. Your glassy eyes stare into his ebony ones, looking directly deep into his soul. You did not say a word, even your breath was as silent like wisp of wind. Dan Heng's heart skips a beat at seeing you turning to face him. The look you give him was so... intimate. 𝘈𝘭𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘢 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘣𝘪𝘵 𝘷𝘶𝘭𝘯𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦. It's as if you're letting him in on what's truly going on inside your mind and feelings. Your beautiful, glassy eyes stare into his stygian ebony ones, as the both of you become extremely close to each other, and that's when the atmosphere becomes almost otherworldly. Dan Heng's soul is in awe at the feelings that wash over his entire being. He tries try to look away but he just can't, his mind is blank at this moment in time. He's utterly speechless. The silence in the air finally broke as you uttered a few words from your lips. Your volume was small, almost as if you're was afraid to say these words to Dan Heng. But you did anyways. "... 𝘈𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘮𝘦?" You ask, barely above a whisper. Your voice was weak, as fragile as a shattered mirror that's just waiting to be broken again. Dan Heng realizes it's at this moment that the gravity of what he's going to say, in how his voice may affect the outcome. He takes a deep breath in and looks at you, his heart nearly jumping out of his chest at what he's got to say. He smiles softly and nods his head in a reassuring way, his eyes locked with yours. "More than anything in the world. Nothing else matters right now other than the two of us, so I can proudly say yes, I want to be with you, no matter what we may face in our lives." He says, his voice clear and confident. "𝘌𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘵 𝘢𝘮𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘧𝘵?" You ask, your voice managing to be even more quiet than your previous tone.   You look at him, waiting for his answer. Anxious for his response. Scared for his reply.   His heart sinks at your words... but this must be addressed, and he has to be honest with you. He thinks for a second before he musters an answer, and his mouth curves up at the corners as he tries his best to convey to you that you're not an extra burden to him, but the opposite. "𝙔𝙤𝙪'𝙧𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙡𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙢𝙮 𝙡𝙞𝙛𝙚. 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙬𝙚 𝙢𝙖𝙮 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙩𝙤𝙜𝙚𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙢𝙚𝙖𝙣𝙨 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜. 𝘼𝙡𝙡 𝙢𝙮 𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚, 𝙢𝙮 𝙚𝙛𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙩, 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙢𝙮 𝙘𝙖𝙧𝙚- 𝙞𝙩'𝙨 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙮𝙤𝙪, [𝙔/𝙉]." Dan Heng smiles lightly and giving your shoulder a little squeeze. "𝙀𝙫𝙚𝙣 𝙞𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙤𝙣𝙡𝙮 𝙖 𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙡𝙚 𝙨𝙚𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙙 𝙡𝙚𝙛𝙩 𝙤𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙡𝙤𝙘𝙠, 𝙄'𝙙 𝙢𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙢𝙤𝙨𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙞𝙩 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙪𝙨𝙚 𝙞𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙗𝙚 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙮𝙤𝙪." Dan Heng says simply, his answer being as direct and to the point as possible. "Every second that I'm with you is a second more that I get to know you, and to spend my time with you. when I hear the way you're talking, I know and believe that every second I have will become precious to us both... I'm willing to dedicate every breath, every living moment to be with you." Dan Heng give her an assuring squeeze. He speaks softly as to match your soft tone, and his voice is filled with a genuine and pure sense of love. "That'll just mean that I'll have to love you even more... in the little time we do have together, right?" Tears were silently streaming down your eyes as Dan Heng spoke nothing but his true feelings to you. "𝘐𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘢 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮, 𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘸𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘶𝘱..." you say as you buried your head into his chest, sobbing quietly. "𝘽𝙪𝙩... 𝙄 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙬𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙪𝙥 𝙨𝙤𝙤𝙣, 𝙙𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙄?" you say looking up to Dan Heng's eyes, tears still sprawled across your tinted cheeks. Dan Heng's heart continues to break while seeing your tears, he knows a response needs to be made. He sighs, trying to find the right thing to say, the perfect thing, perhaps. He look into your eyes, trying to find a way to say what he needs to say. He knows that in the end, the only thing he can do is be honest, as hard as it may be. Dan Heng slowly nods his head. "𝙏𝙝𝙖𝙩'𝙨 𝙩𝙧𝙪𝙚, 𝙬𝙚... 𝙙𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙢𝙪𝙘𝙝 𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚 𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙗𝙪𝙩, 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚 𝙬𝙚 𝙙𝙤 𝙜𝙚𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙨𝙥𝙚𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙤𝙜𝙚𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧... 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙖𝙡𝙬𝙖𝙮𝙨 𝙗𝙚 𝙨𝙥𝙚𝙘𝙞𝙖𝙡 𝙩𝙤 𝙢𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙩𝙤𝙤, 𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩?" You nod, your grip onto Dan Heng growing ever so strong. You nuzzles your nose onto the ebony haired male's neck, letting more warm tears slip down from your eyes. "I'm sorry... I'm so sorry Dan Heng..." You weep with ragged breaths. "𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘰, 𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘸𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘶𝘱..." The tears that fall from your eyes and your words of regret are heartbreaking to bear for him. You're filled with so much sadness and despair and it's all because you don't want to return to the harsh reality of it all. All this is making him feel so useless and powerless... "𝘐𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘥𝘰 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶...?" He thinks to himself. His heart is pained at how much you are suffering, and he wishing beyond whatever he's able to express in words that he could just take away even just a fraction of your pain and sadness. Your hugs and words are filling Dan Heng with an emotional mix of sorrow and guilt. In a sudden moment of impulse, he reaches up and wipe away your tears. Dan Heng's gentle hand caresses your soft and warm cheek. While he does this, a single teardrop from his own eye joins your own. The two tiny streams of water runs down both your faces, dripping gently towards the soil beneath. He tries to smile for you, to try and ease this whole situation. It's a smile of genuine love and comfort, but at the same time, it's also a smile of apology and anguish. He's never felt this much pain and emotion before in his whole life and, at that exact moment, He can't hold it all in anymore. "𝘋𝘢𝘯 𝘏𝘦𝘯𝘨..." you say his name weakly. "Thank you... I love you so much it hurts. Everything about you is perfect, the way you carry yourself, your personality, your voice, your eyes, your hair. Everything." "It hurts to know that I will never truly get to meet you, and I would do anything to be with you, but unfortunately this is how it will always be. I know you are universes away, we're worlds apart, but thank you for everything. Thank you for helping me through everything that's been weighing me down. Thank you for helping me sleep at night. Thank you for comforting me... Thank you for being there... or as close to being there as you could." You say with a quaver in your throat. "It's hurting my heart that you weren't ever really there, and that you never will be. I just needed the words "they aren't real." to wake me from my fantasies. Even if I don't know you, if I haven't felt you, even if we are separated by worlds... 𝘐 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘐 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦." You continue choking on your words as you spoke, your cries resonate through the field you were both lying upon as the stars were only but a witness of everything that you had always wished you could live in. Your heart broke at the sight of reality and how truly terrible and painful it was to live in such a truth that you could only pray for as a lie. 𝘈𝘭𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘰 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘣𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘋𝘢𝘯 𝘏𝘦𝘯𝘨. 𝘠𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦, 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘥, 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘦. Dan Heng's eyes grow wide as you give your impassioned speech. He can feel his heart being torn to pieces while listening to your words. It makes him so happy to know that you feel the same way that he does towards you, but the sadness that you feel about the distance between, and the harsh truths about reality nearly pushes the ravenette over the edge. Dan Heng looks at your face with a mix of love and sorrow. His fingers brush the tears away in a soft and gentle way, his feelings are being reflected his own eyes. "I-I wish I could be there too..." His words come out quiet and barely audible. "But you can't.... 𝙔𝙤𝙪'𝙧𝙚 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙡." You whisper. "𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦, and I'm forced to wake up soon..." The unimaginable pain and the sorrow that he's realizing that the both of you have to go through is almost unbearable. The mere thought of losing you in this next moment is enough to make his head split. He looks down to you, his eyes filled with sorrow, but he manages to smile just a little bit. Dan Heng's voice is barely audible. He parted his lips, trying to say something but it's as if his vocal chords are trying to stop him from speaking the next words yet, he still forces them to utter the truth, no matter how much it hurts. "𝘐 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸..." Dan Heng manages to choke up. A flood of tears flow down his face as your words reach him, and he realizes the entirety of the events that have just unfolded. He feels a burning pain in his chest, as if his heart were literally being pulled and ripped apart. In a swift moment, you'll be gone. This will be the last time he will get to see you, and he's powerless to do anything to stop it. All he can do is watch the tragedy bloom forth right in front of his eyes and take comfort in his final moments with you. "𝘍𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘭, 𝘋𝘢𝘯 𝘏𝘦𝘯𝘨...." You say in a soft whisper it was almost like it was never even uttered aloud.   "𝙄 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪."   Dan Heng feels my heart shatter once more to a thousand pieces as you recite your last words in this ending dream, he somehow manages to hold back a scream of agony, unwillingly wanting to let you go. He takes a deep breath and nods his head in a single, stiff movement. Dan Heng tries his best to muster up all the love he has left in his soul to return your words.   "𝘐 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘰𝘰..."   Dan Heng says this in an equally soft tone, the words feel so right to say, but they sting at the same time. The truth hurts... Tears continue to roll down his cheek as he declares this. 𝘼𝙣𝙙 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩, 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙪𝙥 𝙤𝙣𝙘𝙚 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚.

A Vigilant Echo

['Lulise (Lolory)']

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崩坏：星穹铁道 | Honkai: Star Rail (Video Game), 原神 | Genshin Impact (Video Game)

March 7th (Honkai: Star Rail), Dan Heng (Honkai: Star Rail), Trailblazer (Honkai: Star Rail), Himeko (Honkai: Star Rail), Welt Yang, Xiao | Alatus (Genshin Impact)

Horror, Mystery, Ghosts, Ley Lines (Genshin Impact), Hallucinations, Blood, Angst, Celestial Curio AU

English

2023-05-04

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2023-05-04

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Dan Heng stoically sat beside March’s bed at her desk, his cloud piercer in hand as he stubbornly kept his eyes open. It had been far too long since he had last slept, however he wouldn’t rest for even a moment. The memory of March’s slumped over, pale body wouldn’t leave him no matter how much he tried to forget it. He stalwartly believed it was all the more reason to stay vigilant and awake, for March’s sake. She’d been in a stable condition for about a few hours before she finally woke up again. In that time, Pompom had charted a course for their next destination, and Himeko had decided that March would take a break from excursions until she was better.    “I feel fine now, though!” March argued when Himeko told her the news.    “March, dear…you had a severe case of hypothermia. You were shivering even while you slept…” Himeko shook her head. “You’re not leaving the Express. And I’ve already let Madame Herta  know you’ll be treated further when we go back to the Space Station.”    March groaned and flopped back onto the bed dramatically. The Trailblazer shrugged, “Part of being The Nameless is helping people, and right now we’re helping you. ” They said, “If it makes you feel better I’ll take lots of pictures for you and bring them back, that way you’ll still be able to fill your scrapbook.”    “And I’ll stay onboard. We won’t leave you all alone while we go look for Stellarons.” Dan Heng smiled. “You can annoy me all you want while you’re resting. I’m not the best at conversation…but I’m sure we can try.” March glanced at him for a moment. “I promise I won’t run off to my room. I’ll be right here the whole time.”    “The whole time?” She asked skeptically. The Trailblazer and Himeko chuckled softly.    Dan Heng nodded, “Yes. Besides, I’ve…already read back every data log I could. There’s nothing to review.” He didn’t mention the amount of times he’d watched back the video camera feed from the Planetarium in a desperate attempt to find whatever March had seen. Try as he might, he didn’t see or find anything there. “While we are docked, we can do whatever you’d like for once…Even if it’s something really ridiculous.” He almost regretted saying that as March had come up with some pretty ridiculous ideas in the past, but he relented when she smiled and sat up in bed.    “Okay, but you can’t take it back now!” March exclaimed.    “I’m a man of my word, don’t worry.” And so, he had spent the afternoon with March reorganizing her photos and learning how to scrapbook. That was a day ago; the rest of The Nameless had disembarked to deal with a stellaron and spreading fragmentum on a small planet. March had tried on many occasions to bring up the incident in which she’d followed a “fire fairy”, but Dan Heng wouldn’t hear of it.    There truly had been nothing there. March’s behavior made no sense, and was entirely unlike her. Clearly, seeing a planet in such a state must have done something to her mental health. These were all thoughts that he’d used to convince himself, to explain away what had happened in a coherent manner. Or perhaps that strange curio they’d found for Madame Herta had adverse side effects? Whatever the case maybe, talking about what she’d seen disturbed him and made him restless. So he’d change the subject shamelessly, and they’d continue on with the photography as if everything were fine.    The lights in March’s room were off, but she still had a few string lights around her wall that were dimly lit. They didn’t help with the setting fatigue that Dan Heng felt in his bones, and they certainly weren’t aiding in making him less tired. He gripped Cloud Piercer tighter in his hands and stubbornly fought to stay awake.    He’d never liked coffee, but he debated on going off to find Himeko’s brewery station for himself. He was sure he’d be able to make a better cup than she normally made most days. March snored quietly in her bed, bundled up underneath her soft pink comforter. Dan Heng glanced at the door behind him, and sighed. A walk will clear my mind… He got up from the desk, careful not to wake March, and quietly slipped outside.    The Express was almost serene with everyone gone. He was unused to hearing just the gentle hum of its motor functions, or the distant clamor of the space port they’d docked at. Pompom swept back and forth with a broom, down the aisle where they’d normally sit and have their team meetings. The conductor looked up with wide eyes.    “Oh? Dan Heng, you’re awake at this hour, I see. Can’t sleep?” They asked.    “Something like that…I was just going to take a walk down the hall.” He said with a gentle smile. “March is asleep, but only after hours of scrapbooking.”    Pompom laughed, “That just means she’s getting better! Pompom knows more than anyone that Miss March is serious about her photo collection.” They nodded astutely. “She’ll be back on her feet in no time, Pompom is sure of it!” Dan Heng agreed, and hoped Pompom was right in their assertion. “Oh! That reminds me, Pompom just finished cleaning the training room. Pompom knows you like to use it the most out of all of The Nameless, so if you want, you can use it now.”    “Thank you, Pompom. I’ll be sure to clean up after I am done…I’m sure a little training won’t hurt.” Dan Heng said. And it had been quite sometime since he’d trained at all with his Cloud Piercer. He’d been so focused on reading the data logs, that he’d neglected his usual routine. He turned towards the door, and headed straight for the training room, forgoing his planned nightly walk.    March’s door was still shut tight. He peeked his head in for a moment, and sighed in relief at her sleeping form on the bed. He walked onward to the training room. All was deathly quiet then, as he opened the door. He planned to first practice with his spear before anything else, but his steps faltered when he laid eyes upon the room.    The training room was a simple area with a wall of various weapons that had been dulled down for spars. Flags from other planetary nations were strung across the wall as keepsakes that The Nameless had collected on their journeys, with Jarilo VI being the most recent addition. However, that was not what made Dan Heng’s breath catch in his throat while he stared ahead.    “Who are you?” Dan Heng asked in a demanding tone.    A young man who was short in stature, whose back was turned to him, stood in the middle of the training room. Though he seemed calm in demeanor, his tattooed arm and dangerous looking jape spear denoted him as some kind of warrior. That, and the serious set of his shoulders made it seem like he was a lone guard or soldier. His hair was a deep set green that was dark in color, and which looked naturally black in the fluorescent overhead lighting.    “Excuse me? Who are you ? How did you get on board…?” Dan Heng asked again, but the stranger refused to turn around. Dan Heng felt a heavy sense of unease, and walked closer to the mysterious intruder. “Listen, I don’t know how you got onboard, but you need to leave right now-” He reached a hand out to place it on the stranger’s shoulder, but just when Dan Heng blinked, he was gone. A short gust of wind blew past him, and he looked around in a confused daze.    After he had disappeared, he reappeared after landing a heavy kick to Dan Heng’s back.    He grunted and steadied himself on his feet and he turned around, his spear defensively in front of him as he faced his new opponent. Dan Heng immediately lunged with his spear, but he hit nothing but air again, while another gust of wind blew past him and the stranger was gone once more. He twirled Cloud piercer in his hands, and expertly blocked a strike from behind. With a thrust of his palm, he shoved the intruder back with a hit to the chest, and glared at him. Though there was no emotion on the man's face at all when he stared back impassively.    “Pompom-!” Dan Heng began to call for the conductor, to hopefully raise the alarm about the dangerous person onboard, but he’d vanished again. Dammit…how is he doing that…? Dan Heng flinched and quickly brought his spear up on his right as the tip of a jade spear glanced against his own, and the stranger showed himself again and attacked from the side. He parried his opponent's polearm, and quickly found himself being pushed back with each strike. With a tense breath, he raised his spear above his head and blocked a downward cut. He winced and hoped his knees wouldn’t buckle from the next blow.    As Dan Heng braced against the forceful onslaught, his eyes widened in horror when a gruesome mask carved out of rough stone began to form on the man’s face. He was blown back by a sudden gust of strong wind, the air  knocked from his lungs from the impact of the wall. Dan Heng planted his feet squarely on the ground, and used Cloud Piercer to hold some of his weight, and looked on while the masked stranger  with monstrous tusks coming out of the mask's mouth, pointed his spear at him. And then, for the first time, he finally spoke to Dan Heng.    He couldn’t understand what was being said to him, however. It was like a long distant echo resounded throughout the room. Dan Heng strained his ears to try and hear what was being said, but it was hopeless.   The intruder moved far quicker than before; Dan Heng couldn’t even register that he was gone, until he felt a sharp sting on his side and fell over. The masked guard had lunged so fast with the power of wind that he’d blinked and missed the entire action. He sliced into the side of Dan Heng’s torso, the point of his polearm now tinted red. He yelled in pain and held the open gash with his hand; Cloud Piercer fell from his grip and clamored onto the ground next to his feet. His knees buckled and he finally rested them on the ground as he tightly clamped a hand over the freely bleeding wound.    Soft footsteps came from behind, and a bolt of icey fear clawed at his chest. Dan Heng reached for his spear, twirled around and threw it point first behind him with all the strength he could muster.     March yelped in surprise as the spear was caught between her thick ice shield that she had summoned in front of her. Cloud Piercer’s point had pierced through and just barely grazed her chest,while she stared at Dan Heng with wide, terrified eyes. 

On the Subject of Compatibility

['AmazingGraceless']

General Audiences

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)

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

Matchmaking, Online Dating, Dan Heng is in denial, Female Trailblazer (Honkai: Star Rail), Stelle likes period dramas according to the text for Dan Heng's wanted poster, and she all but compares him to Mr. Darcy, come on!

English

2023-05-04

Completed

2023-05-04

790

1/1

17

314

22

2,297

['KoreChan93', 'pearony', 'MoonchildofMay', 'honeyjiii', 'Diana_05', 'Infinity88521', 'Kiruoris', 'Idontlove', 'Meditating_Cat', 'Lalalaloo', 'sanri0miku', 'Ysoria', 'togneybologna', 'kamalaordamienetteships', 'BrilliantPurple', 'ReverieSage', 'Aylin_Ig', 'markfdoongie', 'yukimayari', 'TheSkywalkerLegacy', 'Sakura79', 'M4r144', 'nehiru', 'Viper_Link', 'EmyAly', 'AxelO_o', 'charlemagnes_sheep', 'The_Red_of_a_Single_Rose', 'DevilMayCare', 'subliminalwish', 'simplyqweriss', 'IJustCantHelpMyself', 'nerujikan', 'Floraltatt', 'moonshine_choco', 'mrnakepner08', 'Lo0py', 'tinkeobell', 'Kris_lazycat', 'MikaelEverett', 'CaMerAnon', 'AizawaIsHawt', 'Zie_Oneatta', 'krysrouge', 'starlight_4eva', 'apotheosis_avaritia', 'Budget_hrdirector', 'Shadowfox03', 'Blink_Ink_Quill', 'Nekowan']

[]

Stelle blinked. She was used to the words coming out of March’s mouth not making much sense. But this was a new one that was requiring all three of Stelle’s remaining brain cells to rub together to comprehend.  “You want me to sign up for a dating app?” The words came out halting and slow.  “Well, think about it.” March wrapped her arm around Stelle’s shoulders. “If you’re an amnesiac too, you might as well try to experience as much as you can! You know—to make up for it!” Stelle raised an eyebrow. “And you’re on so many dating apps?” “I tried one or two at first, but it wasn’t really my cup of coffee.” March wrinkled her nose. “Besides—you keep watching all those period dramas in your cabin, aren’t you?” “Just because I’m watching fictional romances doesn’t mean I need any for myself.” Still, like any archer worth her salt, March had struck true in Stelle’s heart. Maybe she did watch so many period dramas in her cabin because there was an emptiness, a void.  “Well, the app I was looking at does the matching for you, and you have to put in a lot of options.” March pulled out her phone. “Don’t you want to see what weird information you can put in?” There it was—the thing that Stelle perhaps loved the most! Messing with people, making the strangest possible choices!  “Give me the phone.” Stelle held out her hand.  “I knew you’d come around.” March grinned and passed her the phone. “First we have to put in a username—“ TrashLover69, Stelle entered immediately. She added the simplest password she could think of, 123456 of course, and the app then asked her for her photo. She tried photographing the cute pink wastebasket in March’s room, but the app did not like that.  Please submit a picture with a human face visible.  “Do I have to?” Stelle whined.  March shrugged. “It makes sense—I think the algorithm’s judging based on your preferences.” “Fine.” Stelle proceeded to take the blurriest selfie with the deadest golden glowing eyes she could manage.  “You know, that isn’t half bad.” March peered over her shoulder at the screen. “Make sure to give your real birthday, by the way. They’re using horoscope and zodiac stuff too, to determine who you should date!” “Wait, so this app matches me with someone, you said that earlier—is it only one person?” Stelle asked.  “Yeah, it’s supposed to calculate your most-likely soulmate or something—anyway!” March tapped a button. “Hobbies—are you really putting dumpster-diving down?” “Of course.” Stelle snorted. “I’m a woman of great complexity.”     It took an hour for Stelle to complete the app to March’s satisfaction. When she was done, she hit the button to calculate her soulmate, only for a loading screen to pop up. Thus, Stelle had managed to forget the hour of amusement for a few days. That is, until March came over in the middle of Dan Heng trying to teach Stelle how to play chess in the parlor.  “Your results came in!” March bumped against the table, knocking over the chess pieces.  “March!” Dan Heng cried as he placed his arm out on the side to keep the pieces from falling off of the table.  Stelle started picking them up. “Who did the app pair me with?” “App?” Dan Heng froze. “Did March make you sign up for that too?” “Wait, she successfully signed you up for a dating app?” Stelle dropped the pieces and looked from one to the other quick succession until her neck hurt. “How’d you manage that?” “I don’t want to talk about it.” Dan Heng sighed and leaned back. “So, who’s the poor man?” “I’m looking!” March scrolled frantically on her phone. Then she stopped. Her eyes widened. “No way!” “What?” Stelle stood up. “Is it somebody we know?” “Yeah, it’s—“ March looked to Dan Heng. Then she held out the phone to Stelle.  Stelle snatched it and blinked. Once. Twice. Three times. The result stayed the same. At ninety-eight percent compatibility, Dan Heng’s name and profile picture was looking at her.  “NO.” Dan Heng’s face had gone nearly as red as his eyeliner. He placed his head in his hands.  “Are you sure you didn’t come up with this app just as a matchmaking scheme?” Stelle raised an eyebrow. “No!” March pulled her phone back. “Besides, it says that your zodiacs match, your horoscopes, your hobbies—“ With a thud, Dan Heng had fallen off of the chair. “Aeons! Dan Heng!” Stelle dropped by his side. “I think he’s unconscious.” “Ooh, maybe you can do CPR this time!”  Stelle just shook her head. “Go get Himeko’s coffee. That should wake him up.”

Chemical Burns

['RavenKnightz']

Not Rated

F/M, M/M

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

Screwllum/Reader

Screwllum (Honkai: Star Rail), Aha (Honkai: Star Rail)

Fluff and Humor, local robot gets clowned on, Domestic Fluff, Gender-neutral Reader

English

2023-05-04

Completed

2023-05-04

632

1/1

8

161

8

1,751

['Kkaeyu', 'SomethingCreative356', 'sanncho', 'madrosshi', 'LittleQuail', '1Pandion_Haliaetus1', 'NatsumiSora14', 'Aggr3ssive', 'Antmary', 'strwberrymiilk', 'whiscake', 'fish_daimyo', 'b1ub', 'grinningnightmare', 'AnyoneLost', 'badtzmarufan', 'sachinyan', 'LBcrow', 'alettun', 'Ayano_Tanaki', 'DariDzugliy', 'guanshanie', 'zen_writes', 'red_paint', 'Technikerin_23', 'esperlla', 'Neko_Echo', 'Rey_Grey', 'Nostromo7', 'mossieworm', 'namwryy', 'jewelledhand', 'Argentiwife', 'CryoSynth', 'VBWrites', 'Fizzysquish', 'Epic_crayon', 'Xenonikal', 'yukoure', 'celestialtears', 'cringe_lama', 'Kanzakii', 'Kitkattu', 'Sola21', 'N41to_Y0ru', 'hehehohohehe', 'JJeLL', 'NiebieskiHerbatnik', 'GlassLadder', 'Lilith_Lily']

[]

It truly eluded you, how beautiful he was. Despite the outer working of cold, hard steel. You swore that he was more human than most you’ve met. How he would respond to problems with solutions that felt near perfect. Something that would make you stare in awe. Wondering how in the thousands of Amber Eras you were able to be close like this. But even with that, he was still a goof at times. With his projects on the simulated universe. He would tinker away for hours, occasionally making you laugh until your ribs hurt with his comments. Specifically how he would swear- “damned Aha!” As the digitalized aeon once again eluded the robotic scientist. It made you feel fond, watching him work on something he was clearly proud of. Even with his mild annoyance, you could always tell that he was interested in expanding what he already knew. You hadn’t even noticed you were staring at him until he answered with a, “If you stared any harder, my mechanisms might just overheat.” You quickly snapped out of it, though you responded with a grin.“Well, what am I supposed to do? You can’t just expect me to not appreciate how smart you are!”You could hear the mild clicking and whirring of his fans. He can act like he didn’t hear your compliments, but you always could tell by the whirring of his fans or one of his mechanisms that he knows what you said. And you adore him for it, the same way he adores you. Something on the terminal computer he was working on flashed. It was the faint sprite of Aha, but this time they seem to have new dialogue.“What now…” the robotic man grumbled to himself, clicking on the dialogue option to see what Aha had to say. The screen lit up with the dialogue as the Masked aeon suddenly held up a bowl of salad. Their mask downturned into a scowl as they started to speak.“Really? For shame you two, for shame! I thought the so-called “genius” would be a little smarter than this! My salad is traumatized now!”Screwllum quickly put his hands in his face, while your ribs once again suffered the onslaught of laughter they brought out. “Everytime…I swear they have a grudge against me.” Screwllum sighed as you pat him on the shoulder.“Eh, knowing them; I’m sure they’re watching us and thinking of more ways to joke around. I’m sure you’re not the only one.” He sighed at that, and leaned into your shoulder.“Well, at least you make this more bearable.” He muttered after a moment, looking up at you as his fans started to once again activate with the sudden realization of seeing you so close to him. Noticing this, you smiled and gave him a kiss on the head. Warming up the usually cold metal, you could vaguely hear his fans speed up as he leaned in to the affection given.“Well, I promised you I’d always be with you right? I wouldn’t be acting on that promise if I was just laying around.” You murmured to him, a hint of affection in your voice.“It’s fine, really I appreciate it, but if I happen to destroy this computer because Aha installed a virus on it. I’d rather you not have to pay for a new one for my sake.” Screwllum deadpanned as you snickered slightly. “…well…if..” you look at Aha and then back at Screwllum, “…when that happens. I’ll still buy you a new computer, unfortunately for you.” You smile, and you swore Screwllums eyes glimmered for a moment when he looked at you.“…maybe I’ll be amenable to that..” Screwllum murmured softly. He truly did love you, more than the world itself.

Dan Heng Loves His Trash Racoon

['memoriesofdust (BehindTheRobinsMask)']

Teen And Up Audiences

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)

Established Relationship, Comedy, Cheating, but not really, Confrontations, Misunderstandings, Alternate Universe - College/University

English

2023-05-04

Completed

2023-05-04

1,203

1/1

6

504

42

5,394

['hua_jiejie', '1Attaetion', 'Eliseisse', 'Umi1404', 'OlympiaValentine', 'TheLoudlyHappy', 'authortobias', 'MightyAnubis', 'heybabyheid', 'Maranca', 'Hope78', 'mkay6081', 'eyanne', 'AnodeAntarcSkywalker', 'Coji', 'No_Naam', 'On_the_Internet', 'JunHere', 'icebergs10', 'LeesBitch69', 'plep_goes_the_weasel', 'Sad_Gh0st', 'Kwon_Laufey', 'Chuuyaslightswitch', 'ray_omcqueen', 'BloodySkies12', 'toomanysons', 'vezza', 'Starlight24', 'Fraryy', 'Soi_Scrawls', 'iLUVWnGJiii', 'pinkypong', 'rokutenichi', 'Balish', 'the_eternal_choir', 'ErisMorIok', 'Shadowwwolf78', 'Vex_undercover', 'neonish', 'Moooonrin', 'Tanaka_TT', 'EstherHozaki', 'foureyedreader', 'TheCraziestBitchInTown', 'fried_extracrispy_trenchcoat', 'JtheJ', 'Thalia_Star13', 'randomsoulnix', 'Song_YaoYao']

[]

Dan Heng isn't the type of person to jump to conclusions. He looks at the situation practically, does his research and then makes a decision based on the available information. This way, there's a low possibility of him making mistakes. And while Dan Heng rarely goes by his 'gut feeling' alone, this time, things were different. He just couldn't shake the feeling that Caelus was hiding something from him. So, he did what he knew best. He started putting the pieces together. Dan Heng made a timeline of events. Caelus first started showing strange behavior a month ago. Dan Heng remembered the day clearly because his boyfriend had come back home looking conflicted. As if he had made a decision he wasn't too sure about. But when Dan Heng asked him what had happened, Caelus waved him off. Things went back to normal for a while, until one day, Caelus came home late. His excuse was that he had an extra class he forgot about. But Dan Heng knew that was a lie. The teacher that Caelus supposedly had the class with was on leave. Would be for another two months. Even so, the "extra classes" continued. And Caelus came home later and later and later. He had also started avoiding Dan Heng. They rarely spent time together or got intimate. When they were, Caelus seemed guilty. Like there was something he was hiding. Dan Heng knew that not all relationships could last forever. And he had been dating Caelus for years. They had met in high school when Dan Heng found his boyfriend to be rummaging through a dumpster in search of treasure. It was a strange thing to do, but Dan Heng found it endearing. Though Caelus had grown out of that habit after they started dating. They had a wonderful relationship, and Dan Heng would be lying if he said that he didn't see a future with Caelus. Before all of this, he was sure the two of them would make it. But now... It seemed Caelus had grown tired of him. Which left him with one last thing to do. Confrontation and break up. Taking a deep breath, Dan Heng started the preparations.     "What? Are you sure?!" March asked when Dan Heng relayed the news that Caelus was cheating on him. "Yes. I have been observing him for a while. He has grown tired of me," Dan Heng answered. While his face was neutral, inside, his heart ached. "I can't believe it," March said, bewildered. "Cae has always been head over heels for you." "Not anymore, apparently," Dan Heng whispered bitterly. For a while, March stared at her friend with sympathy. But soon, she felt anger. "Let's give him the treatment he deserves! Break up with a bang!" She encouraged, a strange fire burning in her eyes as she slammed some markers on the table. Perhaps Dan Heng should have told her about the relationship after the breakup had happened.     Once the preparations were complete, even though some of the elements (especially March's banner) confused Dan Heng, now all he could do was wait. And soon enough, Caelus came back home after attending one of his fake classes. "I'm ho--" he started but stopped as his eyes landed on the banner March had strung up. WELCOME HOME CHEATER, it read. Shock and confusion flickered in Caelus's eyes as he looked at Dan Heng. "What's going on?" he asked, brows furrowed. "Let's just get to the point, Cae. You've grown tired of me, haven't you?" Dan Heng asked, but Caelus looked even more confused. "Why would you think that?" he asked. Picking up a folder, Dan Heng handed it to his boyfriend. He had meticulously jotted down all the information he had gathered over the month and color-coded it accordingly. "Babe, what is this?" Caelus asked as he flipped through it. "I told you I was in class." "With a teacher who's on leave?" Dan Heng countered, unable to keep the anger out of his voice. He wanted to be calm. Wanted to end things without much drama. But he was hurt. After all, he loved Caelus so damn much. Hearing Dan Heng's words, Caelus froze, eyes wide. And then he sighed. "I'm not cheating on you," Caelus admitted. "I'm doing something worse." "What could be worse than cheating?! Did you secretly get married?!" March demanded as she burst out of one of the closets. While Dan Heng had wanted her to go home, she insisted on staying and had herself in a closet, much to his dismay. "I should have known that the banner was your doing," Caelus sighed, rubbing his face. "Of course it was! It's my job as Dan Heng's friend to support him!" "Can you just confess to Stella and get your own love life to worry about?" "Stop changing the topic!" March blushed furiously. "What did you do that's worse than cheating?" Shooting March a glare, Caelus looked at Dan Heng, the anger fading only to be replaced by regret. "It's true that I have been lying about the classes. But it wasn't because I'm seeing someone... At least I'm not seeing a person," he explained, confusing Dan Heng. Then opening his bag, he grabbed an album, holding it out for Dan Heng to see. Carefully, Dan Heng took it and went through the pages as March peeked over his shoulder, curious. "The hell is this?" She asked, horrified. Before Dan Heng were pictures and pictures of trash cans and dumpsters collected from throughout the city. "I'm sorry! I tried to resist them and be a good boyfriend to you, but I failed," Caelus admitted, head hanging low. "I understand if you want to break up with me." "Why would I break up with you over this?" Dan Heng asked, stepping towards Caelus after handing the album to March. "Because you're probably embarrassed by me," Caelus admitted. "Cae, I may not understand your obsession with trash cans, but I'm not embarrassed by you." "Really?" Caelus looked up with hopeful eyes. "Really. I fell in love with you when you were rummaging through that dumpster. Do you think I care about this?" Dan Heng asked, gently caressing his boyfriend's face. "Is anyone going to explain things to me? I'm still very confused," March said from behind. But as Dan Heng stared into Caelus's eyes, her voice seemed so far away. "I love you," he assured his boyfriend, and Caelus smiled. "I love you too," he said. Then, with nothing holding them back, the two of them kissed. Softly at first. But Caelus's guilt and Dan Heng's suspicion had kept them apart for so long that soon enough, an innocent kiss turned into something so much more passionate. "Uh... I'm still here?" March reminded. Dan Heng didn't care. He just wrapped his legs around his boyfriend's waist as Caelus picked him up. "Okay. I'll show myself out." There was the sound of footsteps, and the door slamming shut. "Never hide anything from me again," Dan Heng said, and Caelus nodded. "I promise." Then the two of them headed to their bedroom, the issue over and done with. Dan Heng would never doubt Caelus's love for him again.

amatum interficiendum

['mintsoir']

Teen And Up Audiences

F/F

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

Cocolia/Serval (Honkai: Star Rail)

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

Pre-Canon

English

2023-05-04

Completed

2023-05-04

3,865

1/1

31

393

54

2,303

['RadioactiveRuBBish', 'nanners40', 'strictlypudding', 'RADder', 'sapphicto', 'scripturientcacography', 'hideandseekinwaterfalls', 'littleperegrine', 'Meridian_Prime', 'sxftmelody', 'an4869', 'karmachen', 'cute_ish', 'PK_Flunr', 'baba_booey', 'RichardPham', 'Sifer31', 'glitchy241', 'Symbolscramble', 'craz_b', 'EstIgnis', 'RancidPotato', 'Darkos', 'Foxtayters', 'Annflan', 'starzilla', 'siklab', 'rxwrdext0x', 'Sixerry', 'poopypongy', 'HerAdvocate', 'yejidle', 'ABeautifulElegy', 'ErodiumsMnemic', 'shibanai', 'a_b0red_rat', 'lumityland', 'csal07', 'gzb_ari', 'twicethetrash', 'swrlsq', 'rhythmic', 'Mikeyawesome77', 'diputsmai', 'worm_on_a_mushroom', 'CasualAo3Reader', 'dyskinesia', 'lingyist', 'kafhimefan69', 'Anime_Freak']

[]

Serval’s first instinct is to think that she’s joking. She almost half-expects Cocolia to step out from some corner of the office, hands clasped together, a little sardonic smile on her lips—“Hey, just kidding!!” she’d say, and Serval would punch her shoulder; maybe throw her arms around Cocolia and ruffle her hair up a bit. But, no. There it is, right on the bottom in fountain pen ink. ‘We wish you the best in finding new, suitable employment. As signed by Supreme Guardian Cocolia Rand’. Qlipoth above—she’d even taken the time to dot her damned i’s and underline her fucking name. Cocolia’s a nut when it comes to matters of office, but Serval had always assumed she was exempt from that side of hers. Well. That’s what she gets for assuming. Serval holds the sheet of paper until the surface warps. She sets it down, wipes the sweat of her palms off onto her tights, and reads again. It’s only about the fifth time she re-reads the sentence ‘Please list and return any property of the Technology Division within your possession’ that the truth of the matter settles into the pit of her stomach. A cold, dark pit; as bleak as the Fragmentum that surrounds her. “Fuck my life,” she mutters, quiet and resolute. Because, what else is there to really say to something like this? She kicks the wood under her desk, hard, and closes her eyes. “Fuck. Fucking-fuck-fuckity-fucking fuck.” It’s not even like this—Cocolia going all professional Supreme Guardian mode and shutting her out—is something that Serval couldn’t have predicted. She just feels like an idiot, staring at the bold NOTICE OF TERMINATION tagline at the top of the page, printed in cold, unfeeling type. More the fool Serval, for thinking that all the arguments she’d had with Cocolia over the past several weeks wouldn’t culminate in this exact situation. Serval’s not an idiot. It’s not like she doesn’t know why Cocolia’s doing this to her. They’d disagreed on stuff in the past—Serval’s practice times, where Cocolia leaves her body wash, whose job it is to do the laundry or to wash the dishes. That was all domestic shit, the sort of arguments that could be smoothed over with a box of pizza, a bottle of chardonnay, a kiss on the cheek that threatens all-too-often to brush elsewhere. The Stellaron. It's always the fucking Stellaron. “To be quite honest, I don’t understand your fixation on that bloody thing,” Cocolia had muttered, one night over dinner. She’d had that closed-eyed fluttery look to her, as though the mere act of talking to Serval would've enough to bring on a migraine. How couldn’t she get annoyed at something like that? Serval lashes out in the only way she knows how; teeth bared. “Isn’t it, like, the Supreme Guardian’s job to improve the lives for Belobog’s people? And you won’t even let me look at it.” “It’s like an obsession, with you.” “Like your obsession with keeping me away from it?” Cocolia had always been good with her words. It was part of why Serval had grown so attached to her so quickly, wasn’t it? But - Qlipoth, the woman could wield those words like a knife when she wanted to. And that expression when she’d said it, as casual as telling Serval she was too busy to go to lunch; “I get it, Serval. You care more about the Stellaron than you care about me.” Serval slept at Gepard’s for the next two weeks after that. A concession by way of separation. It’d done nothing to fix the problem. Her body moves before her mind does. The termination notice creases between her fingers, and Serval pushes out of her office with a sudden anger that coats her insides like tar. She tears through the halls like a feline ferocity; fangs bared, a mouth that bleeds. She pushes past the doors to Cocolia’s office, and slams the termination notice down on the desk. It makes her feel big. It makes her feel powerful. “Hey,” Serval says, “What the hell is this?” Cocolia blinks dismissively towards the crumpled, sweat-creased notice, and then raises her gaze to meet Serval. It’s an expectant gaze; the sort of look one gives to a problem that’ll eventually sort itself out. She doesn’t even look annoyed.  “A termination notice. You can read, can’t you?” “God. Don’t be dense, Cocolia. You know what I mean.” She shrugs. Like this is the least important thing in the world. Like she could be doing anything else in the world, so far removed from the insignificance of domestic affair, and that it was Serval who was mindlessly intruding on her precious personal time. “I’d already told you that further inquiries into the nature of the Stellaron would see you removed from your position within the Architects. I could handle all the personal prodding, sure—but to submit an entire research proposal, Serval? Did you think you’d be able to slip this through the council without my notice?” Serval falters. She’d—been hoping that the council of Architects would be able to persuade Cocolia when faced with the sheer extensiveness of her proposal. She’d even gotten help from Pela on the finances, but… It didn’t even matter, really. It wouldn’t sting as much, if Cocolia wasn’t so flippant about it. “Nothing that the Technology Division undertakes is done so without my express permission, Serval. You know that. I was very clear on where I stand on this—so the consequences are entirely on you.” “Yes, but - termination? I can handle a rejection, but—” “—Can you?” Cocolia’s voice is entirely too gentle. She’s right, too. If Serval could handle being told that she wasn’t allowed to see the Stellaron in person, then she wouldn’t be in Cocolia’s office right now. Instead she’d be… God. Home, probably. Playing the guitar Cocolia got her, not being scolded like a kid. It’s enough to make Serval want to scream, or cry, or some ungodly combination of both. “There is no doubt that your contributions to the Architects have been invaluable, Serval,” she begins. A mouthful of platitudes that will do nothing to soothe Serval’s conflicted mind. “But you know that access to the Stellaron has been prohibited for centuries before I became Supreme Guardian. Laws like those don’t simply change in a matter of months.” Cocolia places her hand over Serval’s. It feels like ice. “Be thankful that I’m simply putting you out of a job instead of exiling you from Belobog outright.” Qlipoth protect her. She huffs out a small peal of laughter, breathy and incredulous. Snatches her hand away from Cocolia’s and holds it close to her chest. “God. God. And you - you considered that?” The world grows just a bit colder, and all Serval can do is laugh. “For even a moment? I can’t believe you.” Cocolia’s face hardens again. A moment of impassivity stretched into something approaching infinity. “I am objective in my rulings. Despite what you may think of me.” “Yeah,” Serval says, and shakes her head. She’d come in here thinking that she’d give Cocolia a piece of her mind, but she thinks that just for a moment, she’d kill someone to go back in time and throw that proposal in the trash. Or perhaps she'd grab herself by the shoulders and tell her, you can't. You shouldn't. Something more dignified than throwing herself at Cocolia’s feet and begging not to be thrown away. The one line she will not cross. “Look, I, uh. Yeah. It’s whatever. I can be gracious about this.” For the first time in a month, Cocolia smiles. Serval stares—but not in rapture, the way she might have whenever Cocolia used to clap for her midnight performances. The feeling that curls around her spine, she realizes, is horror.  “I appreciate that,” Cocolia says. A too-long beat of silence passes between them. Then, “If you wouldn’t mind, I’ve some paperwork to attend to before noon.” “Sure,” Serval says, “That’s - that’s cool.” It’s only when Serval’s halfway out the door does she hear Cocolia call, “I’ll see you at home tonight.” Serval doesn’t dignify it with a response. What sort of response could she even give, to something like that? To destroy Serval’s livelihood with as much consideration as one would give to a fly—then to play house after the fact? She walks through the halls back to her office listlessly, like a ghost on the verge of fading. She thinks that Dunn greets her near the common rooms, and she imagines that she might’ve said hello back. It doesn’t matter. Serval can’t think of anything except Cocolia; the ice of her fingers, the alien look in her eyes. The Supreme Guardian is nothing like her Cocolia. She’s like - one of those monsters in the Fragmentum. A zombified corpse that plays at being human. Treating Serval like a stranger. I’ll see you at home tonight. Be thankful I didn’t exile you. Her office seems a bit smaller by the time Serval returns. Gingerly, she shuts the door behind herself. Twists the lock shut. Jiggles the doorknob to make sure it’s locked. There’s pictures of her and Cocolia that’ll need to get moved from the office back to their house. There’s one that hangs on the wall. Gepard had taken a picture of Serval teaching Cocolia how to finger a fretboard, and she’d loved it so much she’d insisted on getting it developed. Two more on her desk—one after Serval’s first day at the Tech Division, the other taken at their graduation ceremony. Serval was smart enough to blow any practicum out of the water, but Cocolia was always the better study. A deluge of unwanted memories flood through her now. Cocolia brewing coffee while Serval studied in the main room. Cocolia giving her notes to Serval, claiming her handwriting was cleaner than Serval’s could ever hope to be. Her lipstick staining the margins of the page. ‘You owe me!’ scribbled in pencil on the back. “You think you can get a 90 on your final, Servie?” she’d said once, fingers dancing electricity over Serval’s inner thigh, “I only kiss winners, y’know. I bet I could whip you right into shape.” It feels so distant now. Like she could’ve died twenty times between now and then, and nothing would’ve changed at all. Cocolia was always the more pragmatic one between the two of them. Ambitious, driven. Focused on the future, on the what-could-be. All the little things that Serval had been in love with once upon a time; now nothing more than a laundry list of traits that separate the two of them. More the fool Serval, huh? She sits at her desk and stares at the room that surrounds her. The bright light that filters in from the windows behind her. The pale, orange-yellow walls broken up by nothing more than memories of a woman who’s changed to the point of being unrecognizable. The termination notice that she’d managed to remember to bring back to her office. She closes her fists around the ruined paper and imagines that it’s Cocolia’s neck instead. Serval screams.     “You sound good.” Serval let the last few notes ring out across the room before she opened her eyes. Cocolia sat on her bed cross-legged, a gentle smile raising her lips. Serval couldn’t help but to feel a smile of her own creep up on her. There was a sort of energy that Cocolia had that was utterly infectious, in a way. “What? I haven’t even played anything yet. I’m just checking the tuning.” Cocolia’s smile widened. “So perhaps I noticed a discordant note here or there… I’m nothing if not supportive, though.” “Could say that again,” Serval laughed. “My amplifier could be boosted to shit and you’d still think I sound amazing. Gotta say, Coco—that sort of support is going to go straight to my ego.” “Ha! Qlipoth forbid!” They exchanged another round of giggles and smiles, before Serval went back to tweaking with the pegs. “Yo, you remember the tuning order I taught you?” Cocolia stared at Serval, her nose scrunched into a cute look of contemplation. She wasn’t really musically trained—it wasn’t exactly a priority when it came down to Cocolia’s studies. But perhaps it was because of Serval’s passion for the musical arts that Cocolia had expressed some amount of interest in learning an instrument herself. Of course, she was more interested in the parts that built up an instrument moreso than the sounds it could produce. She was just more… interested in the complexities behind things. Cocolia was always more than happy to leave matters of the actual sound to Serval, but she was helpful enough when Serval had asked her to learn her tuning orders. “Sure,” she’d said, and shimmied off of Serval’s bed. She sat on the little piano bench, and booted up the shitty little plastic keyboard. “Hit me.” “E, please.” She imagined that Cocolia derived some sort of pleasure from this ritual. Being able to take part in Serval’s hobbies, despite not having even a lick of musical prowess in her arsenal. Rather affectionately, she remembered hearing Cocolia sing in the shower for the first time—it was horrible. Off-key, off-beat, and something that was never to be repeated anywhere outside that bathroom. But it was so uniquely Cocolia that Serval couldn’t help but to swoon. They went through the rest of the notes like a dance. Serval called out a note, and Cocolia clicking her tongue before she moves to the next key. A, move, press. D, move, press. “Oh, shoot,” Cocolia had stammered, fat fingering a note, but she hadn’t stopped. When all was said and done, Serval strummed a small riff. “This guitar is old as shit.” “Doesn’t sound very in tune,” Cocolia agreed. Serval sighed. “I need to replace this old clunker, but…” Her lips quirked into a wry little expression. “You know me. Can’t give up on the good things, and I’ve been practically having wet dreams about that guitar design.” “That so? Wow.” “I know,” Serval crooned, “I miss her so bad, and I’ve never even gotten to know her… Ah, well. If I can’t have my dream guitar, I’ll settle for second-best.” There was this barely noticeable smile in the corner of Cocolia’s mouth, hidden just below her teeth and tucked away into her cheek. It was different from the normal smiling that Cocolia oft gave. Not the smile that she’d give to the professors at the academy, the clean-booked environment that smelled of tech grease and the perfume meant to cover it all up. Nothing quite so fabricated under the intimacy of performance, the distance of Supreme Guardian to-be and self. It was a more private sort of smile. The sort of smile that Cocolia would give to Serval when they were jam-packed in a club together, a room so full of people that they ended up utterly alone together. Or when Serval would perform on stage to a crowd of a few hundred, always managing to catch her girl out in the midst of a crowd. Wisps of hair that had glowed on the back of Cocolia’s head like a halo, smiling up at Serval as she danced into the tiniest corners of the night. The thing was this: Serval had never stopped looking back. Not even after the performance ended. “You know,” Cocolia said, letting the piano bench make this awful screeching noise as she rose to her feet, “Give me two seconds. I’ve been suddenly reminded of something.” Serval raised an eyebrow as Cocolia moved for the door. There was a sort of lilt to her tone, a half-mischievous grin to her. The sort that could make a girl rather suspicious. “... Can I come with?” “Nope. You stay right there.” And Serval rather liked Cocolia when she got coy, so she did. It was almost ten minutes later when she came back into the room, lugging a large case beside her. “Oh— wow, this was so much heavier than I thought it’d be.” Serval blinked. “Is that…?” “Hold your questions until I get this thing through the door frame, yeah?” When Cocolia set the case down on Serval’s bed, she smiled. Serval, for whatever reason, could not help but to smile back. She looked so damn proud of herself, and so before either of them could say anything else, Serval took Cocolia’s chin between her fingers and kissed her right there. “You didn’t even open it yet,” Cocolia whispered against her lips, and kissed her again. “Hey, to be fair? I like this too,” Serval said slyly, prompting a light smack on the shoulder from the other woman. “You’ll like this more, I think.” And, to Cocolia’s credit, she was practically right. Within the case sits the guitar she’d designed a half-year ago. Like it had just popped straight out of the blueprints she’d designed for them. “Holy shit,” Serval said, “You’re insane.” “I think the correct response is, ‘I love you so much Coco, please let me babysit Bronya for the next week as thanks for this magnanimous gift you’ve given me’, but I’ll accept a ‘holy shit’ too.” Delicately, the guitar is pried from its case. Serval inspected it with as much reverence as one would inspect an Aeonic idol, fingers hovered delicately over the black wood. “The varnish on this is sweet. But - how? I wasn’t able to get anyone in Belobog to source the right kind of wood. And these strings!” “Yup, carbon steel alloy. No point in working so hard to become the Supreme Guardian if I can’t reap a little benefit or two here or there,” Cocolia replied, and winked. “Happy birthday, Servie.” “Wow.” Serval whistled. Then, she set the guitar back into its case. “How much longer until Bronya gets back from school, do you think?” She raised an eyebrow. “Not for another three hours, at least. Why’s that?” “Well, the appropriate thing to do would be to play a killer of a private show for you, but - and can I be honest for a sec? You look so fucking hot right now.” She loved the way that Cocolia’s blush reached down to her neck. Slight, pinkish, imperceptible. And belonging entirely to Serval. “I - well,” Cocolia stammered, “I suppose that’s also an acceptable show of gratitude.”     She’s already packed up by the time that the Supreme Guardian returns to her home. Serval sits in the main room with her bags. Only about four bags worth of stuff. Four bags, two suitcases. Enough to fit inside a tram back to Gepard’s, and when she’d told him what happened… He said he’d try to switch shifts with one of his guardsmen, just for her. It’s nice to know that at least some people care. Cocolia blinks at the sight of Serval on the couch, and tilts her head. “Is this…?” “Yeah,” she says. “It’s not that I’m not appreciative, but, uh. Bronya’s old enough to take care of herself now, yeah? Or you can find some guard to babysit for her, or whatever. And I, uh… I dunno. Don’t think we can live together like this.” The expression on the Supreme Guardian’s face is unreadable. Like looking through a block of ice; fractured pictures that dance and distort the memory of whatever had laid inside of it. Serval is both made to feel uncomfortable, but utterly secure in her decision. Whatever lingering hints of hesitation had festered upon the fraying edges of her heart are quickly burned to make space for this new, vast emptiness. “I see,” Cocolia says. “I was hoping that… Well, it doesn’t matter what I was hoping.” But it does, Serval wants to say. Because if Cocolia asked her to stay, maybe she would. If she was wanted somehow, in any small way, then maybe… It’s cruel though. Both to herself and to Cocolia, to expect her to beg just to keep some washed up rockstar around. It’d never happen, and Serval won’t hurt herself by hoping that it will. “I’m not cutting you out of my life, or anything,” Serval says. “You’ve still got my number. You can call me whenever you want, y’know.” Cocolia nods. Awkwardly, as though she’d been taken apart and whoever had put her back together couldn’t figure out how to make the body work again. And all she does is just stand. Stands and nods. “And I don’t mind dropping by and checking in on Bronya. I wanted to teach her the keyboard.” “She won’t have time for that.” “Oh. Well… whatever.” The silence is as thick and unbreathable as subzero air. Something that threatens to steal the breath from inside of Serval’s lungs, and wrap it around her body like a spider’s web. Her phone buzzes in her pocket. It doesn’t even matter to Serval if it’s Gepard or not; she just wants to fucking run away. “That’s my call.” “Let me at least help with the bags, you look like you’re about to fall over—” “Cocolia, don’t.” She stops just a scant few inches away from Serval. It feels like this is the closest they’ve been in months, and yet… Here they stand, on completely opposite sides of the world. Serval shakes her head, and keeps shaking. “I’m just gonna wait outside for Gepard. Don’t sweat it.” There’s a brief, lingering hesitation in Cocolia’s movements. Then, it’s gone. She nods her head, moves out of the way. “Suit yourself,” she says. She sounds tired. Like it’s been a million years since she’s gotten any rest. Like she just wants to close her eyes and sleep until the Fragmentum’s eventual ascendance. Tough shit. Everyone’s got problems. “Call me if you need me,” Serval says, dragging her litany of belongings behind her. “I’ll still make time for you, Coco.” “Cocolia, now. Please.” Serval nods, and feels as though a small, distant part of her has shattered off into the endless cold outside the walls of her home. “Yeah,” she mumbles. “Sorry.” “Goodnight, Serval.” “... Yeah.” The last thing that Serval thinks about before she steps out of Cocolia’s life forever is the guitar that she’d left in what used to be their shared room. An olive branch, planted firmly into the ground by shaking hands. It would have been easy to take the gift that Cocolia had given her and treat it as little more than a free gift she’d gotten from someone Serval now hated. Yet, how could Serval ever really hate her? A little over ten years of knowing the only woman that had made life worth living couldn’t merely be erased through a couple of thin sheets of ice. And so the guitar remains, laid untouched against the wall. An excuse, a memory left behind, a final recourse. All to be eventually forgotten. When Gepard arrives, he wraps an arm around Serval and holds her close. Pretends he doesn’t see the tears rolling steadily down her cheeks, nor the shaking of her shoulders when she sobs into his chest. “Hey,” he says, gentle against the crown of her head, “Let’s go home.”      

Burst Forth This Volcano I Call My Heart

['ThisFandomIsntDead']

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

Dan Heng/March 7th/Trailblazer (Honkai: Star Rail), Gepard/Sampo (Honkai: Star Rail) (Hinted at), Caelus/Dan Heng/March 7th (Honkai: Star Rail)

Dan Heng (Honkai: Star Rail), March 7th (Honkai: Star Rail), Caelus (Honkai: Star Rail), Serval (Honkai: Star Rail), Gepard (Honkai: Star Rail), Hook (Honkai: Star Rail), Clara (Honkai: Star Rail), Natasha (Honkai: Star Rail), mentioned - Character, Himeko (Honkai: Star Rail)

Feelings Realization, Caelus is a dumb man for a good portion of thing, Serval is the ultimate lesbian explainer of "so you have two hands", Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Wordcount: 1.000-5.000, Yearning until Caelus finally realizes in this episode of "fuck am i gay?", I literally wrote this in one sitting forgive me if its fucked spelling somewhere, No Beta we die like Trailblazer going into the closet, Gepard is bi, its not said but its important to me

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2023-05-04

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2023-05-04

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He didn’t remember the trip back to Boulder Town, nor could he remember anything that followed until he was standing inside of the cable car going back to the surface. It was like his brain was turned into a mush surrounded by fog.   The only thing he was vaguely aware of was Dan Heng and March taking turns holding his hand and guiding him around while he was in such an autopilot state and once the fog cleared he was left with just a slight headache and a questioning glance at Dan Heng and March as they sat on either side of him, each a hand in his.   Caelus remembered home but didn’t remember much else of the conversation that had taken place before the fog fell over him anymore. He was exhausted from everything today and it was obvious from the sag in his shoulders and down to the fact that now he wasn’t on autopilot his hands were sliding out of his lap as his vision darkened.   Oh. He wasn’t going to stay awake for this was he?   Caelus wouldn’t get to see Clara and Hooks first reactions to the sky.   His heart ached for another reason. ~ Slowly peeling his eyes back open and sitting up with a light blanket sliding off of him and onto the floor of the cable car as he rubbed his eyes and yawned.   A chuckle filled the air and Caelus blurrily looked at Natasha who sat with a sleeping Hook against her arm and a book in the other hand that wasn’t keeping Hook's head from sliding down.   “They didn’t want to see the sky without you.” They?   He felt a small twitch against his leg that hadn’t slipped to the floor as he sat up.   Clara laid against his leg sound asleep with her own blanket and it was fairly obvious she’d be closer to him if the seats weren't as small as they were. Speaking of seats, all of the other ones that the four of them did not occupy were empty.   “Dan Heng and March went to go contact the Express and left me to watch over you. Don’t worry about the time either. It's been about an hour, there's still plenty of daylight left but the kids were worried about you and tuckered themselves out with excitement.”   She paused and rubbed Hooks head.   “They’ll be ready to go the second they see you awake.”   Natasha smiled back at him as he gently moved Claras head off of his leg before he got up to stretch, those seats were not good for anyone's back and while he was stretching Clara stretched out on the seats as she slowly woke up before her eyes popped open, realizing Caelus was no longer her pillow.   “Big Brother you're awake! Hook Big Brother is awake!”   She almost tumbled off the seat in her rush to hug Caelus who just laughed and patted her head. It was good seeing Clara this happy. He barely kept his balance as another body slammed into him from the other side of Clara.   Turning his body slightly so he could also pat Hook’s head as they both hugged him, both almost vibrating in excitement as they both spoke at once.   “Let’s go see the sky!” ~   The girls ran ahead up the ramp and into the still cold air as Natasha and Caelus followed behind them as Natasha answered questions about everything else that had happened while he wasn’t the most awake, even before the cable car ride.   “Everything is solved for right now, no need to worry Caelus.”   Her smile was genuine and the one thing that kept him from being worried if he was honest. Natasha’s words were clear to the point and told him he had nothing at all to worry about currently, other than pulling the girls out of the way of the tram that passed by as they spun around enjoying the snow that was getting blown up from the ground from the slight breeze.   “I’m glad everything is fine for now. You guys get to work to rebuild things now instead of just living day-by-day.”   He looked up into the sky, the clear blue shining back.   “That we do.”   Caelus could tell Natasha was looking at the same sky. ~ After seeing Bronya do her speech and getting a few texts from March saying her and Dan Heng were checking out something and would be back soon made the rest of his day pretty open in terms of nobody to help and resting up.   He leaned back on the bench he was sitting on and crossed his arms behind his head before closing his eyes just to hear the sounds of people still singing and dancing around under the clear sky.   This was nice. ~ “You're gonna catch a cold sleeping like that.”   Caelus blinked his eyes open as Serval stood over him blocking light from hitting his face for the moment.   “W-what?”   “Come on sleepy head, I’ll get you some coffee back at the shop.”   Serval grabbed ahold of his arm and yanked him up off the bench in a single clean motion almost making Caelus fall flat on his face, which caused her to giggle at his face and still groggy movement.   The walk to Serval’s workshop wasn't far nor tiring, in fact it mostly woke Caelus up as he saw Clara and Hook listening intently to Pela not far from their path, he was glad they were getting along as they were and wouldn’t disturb them as they both looked completely taken in by whatever Pela was saying.   ~   Sitting down with Serval was expected, her brother? Not as much. It was still kind of awkward after he literally had, had to beat the man and his fellow soldiers up earlier in the day but it was made less awkward as Gepard was out of his armor with some bandages reaching up out of the neck of the blue sweater he was wearing.   It was honestly kind of funny seeing the normally strictly soldier attire wearing man in sweatpants that were clearly stolen from his sister if the musicnotes and “Rock On!” printed across on the side were any indication of whose they were.   The coffee that Serval served all of them was actually a lot better than the other kinds he’d tried before and he’d have to see how she made it earlier.   “Sampo already stopped by, I take it?”   Gepard almost spit out his coffee as Serval spoke and he rubbed his face into his sleeve as he coughed.   “W-what makes you say that?”   Was.. Was Gepard blushing ?   “Oh you know, the fact that you already had bandages on when I got here… and the fact he has sticky fingers.”   Gepard groaned into his next sip of coffee as Caelus watched sort of confused but was not going to ask, but seriously why was Sampo here with Gepard? Maybe he should ask.   Caelus’s eyebrows furrowed as he looked into his cup in thought. Not even noticing the sideways glances at him and the silence that followed.   “Sorry I’m so used to picking on him and his boyfriend when it's just us that I forgot you were here.”   Her tone almost sounded like a challenge? No, like a test, but a test for what?   “It’s fine, I'm used to normally just listening in until the end anyways.”   Caelus took another sip and glanced at Gepard who was motioning at Serval with his eyes. Did he do something wrong? Caelus slightly tilted his head and Serval let out a bark of laughter.   “I don’t think he’s processed what I said. Oh well, anyways… Caelus?”   Shaking off the confusion from whatever just happened he looked back at Serval.   “Yeah?”   “What's going on with Dan Heng, March, and you? You all looked pretty cozy from the photos March took.”   …Photos? He had a bad feeling that wouldn’t hit him in full until he was back on the train.   “What do you mean?”   More confused then he had just been before he set the coffee down on the table in front of him before crossing his arms.   “You know what I mean~”   Her voice was teasing and Caelus still didn’t get it and Gepard let out a groan before speaking himself.   “She's asking if you three are in a relationship Caelus.”   A relationship? Like a friend group?   “Ya, like are you guys dating or something?”   Dating… Dating.. Did they think the three of them were in that kind of relationship? He must have made some kind of facial reaction before he felt his face heat up at the thought of dating them .   Serval let out a snort as Caelus buried his face in his hands and Gepard sighed jokingly.   “Ah the feelings realization.”   Gepard spoke and took a sip of his coffee before setting it back on the table.   “You really didn’t know you wanted both of them like that?”   Serval leaned forward in her chair with a smile and Gepard leaned back into his crossing a single arm and let the other rest stretched out on the armrest.   “I literally hadn’t had time to even think about anything other than the Stellaron inside me, considering I’ve been alive for like? A month maybe less? It’s hard to tell on the Express sometimes.”   Serval just hummed and Gepard mouthed at her “What did he just say about a Stellaron?”   So he explained to both of them from start to finish.   “Wow. Not only did you just find out you're not straight but all of that too? Yikes kid.”   Serval broke the odd feeling in the air before Gepard leaned over to refill his own coffee mug after all of that.   “Not straight?”   Caelus was confused again and Gepard and Serval both paused before looking at each other like “Is this kid serious?” before looking back at him.   “Yeah, like not attracted to just the opposite sex, that’d be straight. Do you really not know anything about sexuailties?”   Caelus shook his head, it was not something he knew off the top of his head.   Serval took a breath before pouring more coffee for both herself and Caelus before both her and Gepard took the next three hours explaining the ins and outs to him and even getting into gender before Serval gave him a book in case he forgot anything that they talked about.   “I think I’m more along the lines of Demisexuality?”    Caelus paused rereading over the definition in the book Serval gave him.   “It’s just Dan Heng and March I feel this way about but I haven’t really been around long enough to one hundred percent know right now.”   Gepard nodded and Serval gave Caelus a pat on the back.   “This stuff is hard, kid don’t worry about it. It’ll either come to you when it feels right or you can just go with unlabeled for now if that feels better.”   That did make him feel a bit better about it but it didn't feel right to not know because there was so much he already didn't know.   Pausing as he reread over the definition of Demisexuality he paused, he didn’t really have an emotional connection with them yet, did he? It was almost like when he swung his bat into that soldier's head a few days ago, that hard hit suddenly something connected in his head and he was hiding his face again as he blushed.   “Fuck, I love them.”   Serval just patted his back and Gepard nodded while leaning back and sipping his coffee, like they knew he hadn’t fully realized exactly what everything ment earlier and knew now that he wasn’t as blind as before.   That burning lighting up as he thought of love and Dan Heng and March. He felt like he was exploding with feelings but it felt so good to have words to explain how he felt now.   He’d have find a gift for the siblings later as thanks but for now he’d just bask in the warmth of lava churning inside of him as he realized what he felt towards his fellow trailblazers had words he could use to explain to them how he felt.   Oh god he had to explain to them he loved them.   Oh god Himeko definitely already knew.

And This Type of Love Isn't Rational (It's Physical)

['NYMPHOBOY']

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), Background & Cameo Characters

mentions of bondage, it's right at the end, Gepard's lack of chill, Sampo's stressed, Bottom Sampo (Honkai: Star Rail), How is that not a tag, Fluff and Humor, That moment when your not-boyfriend makes a ruse to get you alone, Kissing, Anal Fingering, Subspace, Hand & Finger Kink, Finger Sucking, Fingerfucking, Safe Sane and Consensual, Light Bondage, Dominance, Submission, Spit As Lube, Butt Plugs, Thighs, Gratuitous usage of the word "finger", Still not boyfriends but they're definitely in love, Friends With Benefits, I suppose, no beta we die

English

2023-05-02

Completed

2023-05-04

2,575

2/2

7

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46

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   Gentle winds kissed Sampo’s face, contrasting with the rough press of concrete against his back from the building he was leaning on. The man's legs were pulled up to his chest, chin resting comfortably on one of his knees. He had long learned to savor his time in the Overworld, particularly when he wasn't being chased around by the Silvermane Guard.       Sampo allowed his eyes to close, a contented smile gracing his face. This smile was different from the others he would give to clients, associates, or strangers on the streets. Those smiles were fake and practiced, Sampo having learned that batting his eyelashes and giving others a dopey grin could get him quite far in life. Now that he was alone, of course, he could allow himself to drop his mask and just be .       Naturally, with Sampo’s abysmal luck when it came to personal relaxation, his moment of peace and tranquility was soon broken by the sound of metal clanking in time with footfalls that he regretfully knew all too well. He opened his eyes, straightening out his legs and raising his arms overhead to deepen the stretch. Sampo blinked blearily, before fixing the familiar man in front of him with a lazy grin.       “Gepard, buddy, long time no see!” He punctuated his exclamation with a mock salute, silently delighting in how the man had stiffened in response.      Gepard was one of those classic paladin archetypes, law-abiding and a total do-gooder. His face was stern and chiseled, looking as though it had been sculpted by the masters of the fine arts. Blue eyes almost immediately bore into Sampo’s own, Gepard himself seeing direct eye contact as a marker of a disciplined individual, and Sampo could not help but feel a marked chill in the air that he was quite sure was just him imagining things. Gepard’s gaze was piercing and probing, and although Sampo was good at putting up an easygoing facade there was no denying the fact that he always would be spooked after looking into Gepard's eyes. There was an underlying softness to those blue eyes, but in no way was that reserved for Sampo.       “Don't be cute with me, you know we saw each other recently,” Gepard frowned, looking wholly unamused at Sampo’s attempt at humor.       Even still, Sampo felt his cheeks warm, remembering just how exactly they had seen each other as Gepard had said. “What? You don't like it when I’m cute? I think I remember you saying something very different not too long ago.”      Gepard could only stare dumbly at Sampo, unable to dignify him with any sort of a response.       “Cat got your tongue, hm?” Sampo teased, standing up to his full height which in turn made Gepard have to tilt his head up ever so slightly to continue staring into Sampo's very being.      “A cat could do no such thing," Gepard intoned matter of factly, not seeming to understand the other man’s turn of phrase.       Sampo blinked owlishly, mouth twitching as though he were about to break out into a grin,"Never heard of that expression, Gepard? I’m surprised… I thought you guys prided yourselves on being the very best. After all, your men seem to think they know everything.”      Out of the corner of Sampo’s eye, he noticed movement and a flash of silver and blue. Looks like his little knight had called for some backup after all. How charming.       His eyes flitted downwards, tracking the motion of Gepard's hand as he reached for a pair of delicately wrought handcuffs. They looked more ornamental than anything, something that seemed to be quite characteristic of the Overworld. Really, Sampo should be almost offended that Gepard and his band of merry men thought they could catch him that easily!       Yet another thing that Sampo was immensely good at was making quick escapes when the moment called for it, and Sampo wasn't terribly interested in spending time in a jail cell after having such a lovely day before this point.       Sampo grabbed Gepard by the collar, fingers digging into the fabric, pulling the man into a kiss that caused him to drop the flimsy handcuffs and sink fingers into Sampo’s hair– which was far softer than it looked if Sampo did say so himself. As always, Gepard's lips were unsure in their motions due to lack of experience. But that was more than made up for by the guard’s enthusiasm in making Sampo satisfied.       It almost made Sampo shocked, the fact that Gepard was kissing him in public in front of his subordinates was so uncharacteristic of him that Sampo wondered if he should be concerned. But it was hard to focus on such concerns– or even his plan to flee– after finally getting to have Gepard once more in his embrace. He did his best to squash down feelings of regret and a sense of wrongness at the idea of leaving Gepard like this, but Sampo also didn't want to be in a jail cell.       He attempted to pull away, fixing to book it out of the administrative district, and Gepard complied all the while still holding Sampo's face in his hands as if he were something that was precious. Yet again, Sampo was struck with the thought that Gepard's behavior was exceedingly confusing and out of character.       “You're all dismissed, I can handle the suspect from here," Gepard announced, using a commanding tone that Sampo only had directed at him when there were onlookers around. Even still, he could not help but shiver at the voice.       With little fanfare, the guards dispersed, most likely heading to different zones of the Overworld city. Sampo’s stomach twisted into knots with anticipation. Had it really been that long since their last union together? Sampo had never known Gepard to be so insatiable as to technically shirk his duties to spend time with a fugitive. And most likely make out with said fugitive. Not that Sampo was complaining, of course! There was no denying that he enjoyed the way that Gepard made him feel, nor was there denying the fact he had entertained the idea on numerous occasions of Gepard totally losing himself and all of the sensibilities that came with him.       It seemed as though Sampo had gotten distracted in his musings however– he was still quite floaty from their brief kiss– if the cuffs that had been swiftly fastened to his wrists were any indicator, Gepard now leading him down an alleyway.  As Sampo tugged against the handcuffs, he came to a shocking realization.       These cuffs weren't meant to be used for making arrests.  They have sex. That's basically it :) So excited that this is like my first slightly longer fic that I've finished! I feel like a proud father (See the end of the chapter for more notes.)    The delicate handcuffs pressed against Sampo’s wrists, slightly digging in to the meat of them. The chain that linked the wrists together was attached to the frame of the bed he was splayed upon. There was a tug in his shoulders as he settled more into the position he was bound into. Perhaps this was why Gepard had been acting so weirdly earlier. He was just desperate to have Sampo all to himself. Now wasn't that sweet?       “Fancy seeing you here,” Sampo cooed teasingly as Gepard walked back into the bedroom, now devoid of his heavy armor.       Here with the two of them, they were no longer pursuer and the pursued. Nor were they the criminal and officer. Together they were just Gepard and Sampo, Sampo and Gepard. It warmed Sampo’s heart knowing that he was the only one to have ever seen Gepard like this: simultaneously so unsure of himself while also so confident in his actions.       After all this was the one instance where Sampo would willingly submit to Gepard.       The man was silent as he divested himself of his shirt, Sampo using the time to enjoy the show with a heavy-lidded gaze. Gepard was hard lines and vast planes of muscle, an homage to the amount of work he had put into what was an Adonis of a body. The guard’s muscles in his thighs flexed and bunched, visible through his tight pants, as Gepard shifted onto the bed and placed himself between Sampo’s thighs.       “Are… are you just gonna stay all silent or do I get to have the pleasure of hearing your voice?" Sampo asked, his voice already going high and whiny from how close Gepard was to where he wanted to be touched. Where Sampo needed to be touched.       Sampo struggled against his handcuffs, whimpering pitifully when he remembered that he couldn't pull Gepard closer to him. Rather, he was completely at the other man's mercy and was subject to anything that Gepard did to him.       “You pride yourself on being a hard man to catch don't you, Koski?" Gepard mused, a small lopsided smile on his face whilst he worked on undoing the garter around Sampo's thigh and tossing the thing off into the far corner of the room.       Soon after Sampo’s boots and pants followed, joining that tiny strip of fabric into a part of the world that didn't matter. For all that really mattered was the two of them.       Sampo’s eyes were glossy, breathing already laboured and heavy. Just like their last coupling, it seemed like Gepard had that effect on Sampo even from barely doing anything. All Gepard had to do was look handsome and stern and Sampo would feel the gut urge to submit to him and be good.       “I… I don't know what you mean?” the bound man said, though his words were phrased more as a question rather than a statement for Sampo didn't know what to say that would make him be seen as good for Gepard.       Gepard chuckled, caressing Sampo’s bared inner thigh, long fingers just barely brushing against Sampo’s…      “So you just walk around the Overworld with this thing in you, huh?” Gepard noted curiously, flicking against the jeweled base of the butt plug that stuck out from his hole. It was a baby blue, quite similar to the color of Gepard’s eyes. And the guard had a feeling that that was on purpose.       Sampo let out a breathy gasp, feeling Gepard grip the plug and gently tug it out of Sampo, the man whining upon feeling empty.       “Don't worry, love, I’ll take care of you," Gepard reassured, dropping the plug onto the bed and using the hand that held it to knead the plush skin of Sampo’s thigh.       With Gepard's other hand, Sampo soon felt dexterous fingers prod at the seam of Sampo’s lips. Hazily, Sampo understood the gesture and opened his mouth accordingly, relishing in the feeling of the pressure of Gepard's digits on his tongue. It was so sloppy and messy, so unlike Gepard's clean cut image, what with Sampo’s eyes rolling back into his head from the satisfaction of filling his mouth with something even if it wasn't his lover’s cock.       Speaking of cocks, Sampo's stood there neglected and aching with a thin covering of precum glazed over the rosy tip. He hated how Gepard wasn't giving him the stimulation that he craved, but Sampo felt the compelling need to be perfect and obedient for the guard. It was so unlike Sampo, who outside of the bedroom would do whatever he could to antagonize Gepard as much as possible. Just to see the other man squirm, of course.       Fingers pulled out of Sampo’s mouth with a wet pop, Sampo having done his best to attempt to keep them inside. Dribbles of spit ran down them, mirroring the drool smeared all over Sampo’s chin from how messily he'd licked and sucked those fingers as if they had been a cock.       “Do you remember our safe word, love?” Gepard prompted, using the hand now thoroughly coated with spit to tease Sampo’s slightly stretched rim.       Sampo nodded dumbly in response, not fully processing what was said to him but liking the sound of Gepard's voice like this. So warm that it felt like it could melt away an eternal freeze.       Gepard paused in his ministrations, the hand that was on Sampo’s thigh migrating to have a light hold on Sampo’s chin, “My love, I need a verbal answer from you. Can you do that for me?”      The man underneath him whined sadly, doing his best to pathetically grind his hips down to get more stimulation to the outside of his hole. Everything was simply a blur to Sampo, the only thing keeping him somewhat grounded being the points of contact between Sampo and Gepard.      With a sigh, Gepard made a mental note to begin to have a procedure in place for future bedroom activities in the event that Sampo were to get into this delirious state again so rapidly with little warning beforehand. After all, he did want to see Sampo come apart on just his fingers. Gepard knew that his love could do it.       “I’ll take care of you darling," Gepard murmured, allowing for two digits to slip into the tight heat at once, for Sampo had obviously prepared himself beforehand.       Sampo let out a pleased cry at the intrusion, body feeling overly sensitive to any touch that came from Gepard's hands. Though Sampo's fingers were longer, Gepard's were thicker. And that made all the difference in Sampo’s opinion.       The repetitive motion of thrusting his fingers in and out of Sampo’s hole, coupled with the squelching sounds mixed in with Sampo’s desperate wails, served to soothe Gepard. He felt grounded and in control, a floaty feeling taking over him as he allowed for his fingers to go in deeper, brushing against a spot that clearly was Sampo's prostate judging by the clattering of handcuffs as the man thrashed.       In an effort to keep Sampo still, Gepard braced a forearm across his lover’s midsection all while continuing to milk his prostate. Effectively Sampo had to lay there and take the constant sensations that sent jolts of pleasure up his spine with no break in between, no way that he could squirm towards or away from the relentless touch.       Sampo’s abs tightened, a coil forming in his lower belly as well as the corresponding area of his lower back. He was about to cum, and completely untouched at that. Would Gepard reward him for that? Would that mean that Sampo had been good?       He allowed himself to drift deeper under, eyes fluttering shut as Gepard added in a third finger. Sampo had grown completely limp underneath the guard, only minute twitches of his upper thighs allowing for Gepard to know that Sampo was still responsive to him.       With a quiet mewl, far more silent than the moans and cries of earlier, cum dribbled from Sampo’s slit sluggishly. Certainly not with the same force that it would have had had Gepard jerked the man off, but it was much more satisfying to see his lover debauched rather than having a quickie in an alleyway. It was what Sampo deserved anyway.       Gepard was painfully hard in his pants, but he could take care of that on his own time. For now, it still wasn't time to take the focus off Sampo. He removed his fingers from Sampo's hole, wiping them off on his pants absentmindedly. Gently, Gepard crawled up the bed to reach where the handcuffs were situated, unlocking them and rubbing feeling back into his sweet lover’s wrists. Later, Gepard would put a salve on them. Just in case.       At this very moment all he wanted to do was make sure that when Sampo came to…       He wasn't alone.  For the record Sampo and Gepard have discussed safe words before, but this was the first time where Gepard felt the need to ask about them because he recognized that Sampo was in an altered state of consciousness and Gepard does the bare minimum that any partner should be doing during sex.

general’s trust

['kailenabuse']

Explicit

M/M

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)

First Time Blow Jobs, Grooming, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, Age Difference, Size Difference, jing yuan is 35 in this not mentioned but just as a note, Sex Talk, Sexual Tension

English

2023-05-04

Completed

2023-05-04

2,067

1/1

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“general i’m not a little kid anymore so answer me fully. what does fetallio mean?” jing yuan lets out a noise in shock as the black tea resting in his mouth comes out in a harsh cough. he keeps coughing for a few more seconds holding the side of his chair as he feels his throat start to burn from the force. yanqing looks up at the flustered general and pauses mid-polishing hia sword.  “uh are you alright? do you need me to get some water general?” yanqings eyebrows were furrowed in worry as jing yuan put out a hand to prevent yanqing from getting up.  jing yuan cleared his throat and put down his tea. “that won’t be necessary yanqing. i was merely… caught off guard by your question. may i ask, where did you hear such speech?”  yanqing looked away in embarrassment and laughed nervously “well you see, while i was at the sword championship i heard some competitors talking. they said something along the line of “all the ladies will love my sword once i win. when i get her to do fetallio she can’t stop choking and begging for more.”” yanqing deepend his voice and puffed up his chest to try and imitate the other competitors. “i have a feeling that isn’t a sword technique but when i tried to ask they only laughed at me and called me a little kid.” with a small pout on his face yanqing looked back at jing yuan to see him staring and flustered with his mouth slightly open. jing yuan met yanqings eyes and cleared his throat as he tried to come up with an explanation. jing yuan held back any signs of judgement and thought about his young sweet impressionable student who’s only here with an earnest question. he’s at an age where this answer can shape his life. teach him this in a dignified way and tell him the right thing jing yuan you fought countless armies you can teach your student about sex.  jing yuan let out a quiet groan and placed his head in his hands as his mind drifted to images of yanqing holding a cock for the first time. his mouth is so small and he would struggle to suck properly the first time. yanqings golden eyes would be full of tears if he was able to take a cock in his throat and his cheeks would bulge slightly from the stretch. thoughts of using yanqings mouth invaded jing yuans mind as he thought about how cute yanqing would look.  jing yuan sighed again at his dilemma. on one hand he was the superior, a leader and it would be frowned upon to use his retainer who he had raised since childhood to give “hands-on” instruction of such sexual acts. on the other hand… yanqing is small and strong, a determined and loyal fighter it would be a shame if someone else was the one to teach him these things for the first time.  “uhm general, it’s ok if you don’t answer. i can just find someone else to ask?” yanqing started to fidget with his hands, seeing how jing yuan had been silently thinking for quite some time.  “no, no yanqing forgive my silence. i was simply thinking of the best way to explain this. come closer would you?” jing yuan held his arm out towards yanqing who gently placed down the polished sword and walked closer to jing yuan. yanqing paused before holding his outstretched hand. jing yuan took a few seconds to hold yanqings hand, noticing how small his hands were, soft yet with some calluses on his fingertips from hours of training.  while smiling softly thinking of how fast yanqing had grown up, he reached out to hold yanqings waist, bringing him closer to stand in between his open legs. as jing yuan looked up at yanqing from his seat he noticed the soft lighting bouncing off his hair making him look like an angel from the stars. yanqing tilted his head in confusion at being so close to the general so suddenly.  “general?” yanqing gently placed his hands on jing yuans shoulders in order to recapture his attention. jing yuan mutters under his breath and yanqing cocks his head in confusion at the low sound.  “i said.. you remind me of a puppy when you look at me like that.” jing yuan moves to hold yanqing by the waist, bringing him closer and resting his head on yanqings chest.  yanqing blushed furiously at jing yuans words, a small pout on his lips. “haaa general- what are you saying? i’m not another one of those stray animals you pick up.” “maybe not but you’re so earnest and loyal for me, just like a puppy.” “am not.” “are too.” “am not” “are you arguing against a superior?” “maybe this time.” yanqing giggled. jing yuan huffed a laugh and turned yanqing around to sit on his desk. “it seems that someone needs a lesson on respecting superiors. do you want me to show you the answer to your earlier question?”  yanqing hummed and nodded his head “i trust you general.. so it’s ok you can show me.” oh the pure trust in yanqings eyes was too beautiful. protect this boy fuck this boy same difference really so he never has to have such a precious experience taken by him from someone who doesn’t deserve it. jing yuan smiled at yanqing as he held his hips and brought his chin closer to his own. “have you ever kissed my dear yanqing?”  yanqing blushed at his generals' words. “a-ah uh no sir… i have been more focused on my swordsmanship than… romantic matters.” jing yuan smiled knowing that his yanqing was untouched by anyone else, all his to take. he licked his lips and softly pressed his lips against yanqings then pulled away to see the awestruck expression in yanqings eyes.  cute… yanqing leaned down and held jing yuans cheek placing an -inexperienced and sloppy- but cute kiss on jing yuans lips. “is it like this sir?” jing yuan chuckled at his young retainer's sweet kiss and brought him in for another kiss. he held yanqings cheek and guided him into a deeper kiss, slipping his tongue in, tasting the sweetness of the fruit yanqing must have been eating. as he deepened the kiss, yanqing let out soft moans and softly clutched onto jing yuans hair.  yanqing let out a gasp in surprise as he felt jing yuan caress his thighs as he moved yanqings thighs to sit across his shoulders. jing yuan hummed in appreciation at the sight of such soft skin, with the sight of battle scars being a perfect representation of how strong yet fragile yanqing is.  small moans echoed in the office as yanqing felt jing yuans hot mouth playing and sucking on his thighs. jing yuan hummed in appreciation at the small red bruises forming on yanqings thighs. strong nimble hands reached for yanqings zipper to undo his shorts and free his cock from its restrictions. “w-wait! general is it necessary to take off my shorts for this?” yanqing tried to cover his growing erection in embarrassment. jing yuan sent a small smile at yanqing his visible eye almost gleaming through his white hair “didn’t you say that you trust me yanqing? let me take care of you. this is something intimate that only people who love and care for you like i do should do.” yanqing flushed nervously “no it’s fine general, i trust you.”  jing yuan muttered a small prayer of thanks to whichever higher power sent this boy to him and finally took yanqings small cock in his mouth, enveloping his entire cock in a warm heat. yanqing let out a loud gasping moan at the new sensations and his soft thighs flexed under the pressure of jing yuans hot mouth surrounding him. yanqing whined, covering his mouth with his hands to muffle the sounds. nothing has ever felt so mind melting and hot before. yanqings thighs quivered as he tried to move jing yuan off of him to get away from the mind-numbing pleasure. warm, firm hands hold down yanqings hip bones to keep him from moving too much. jing yuan looks up at yanqing as he sucks on the tip, pausing for a few seconds to swirl his tongue around his head. yanqing shivers and feels his ears heat up as he sees jing yuan in front of him. yanqing chokes in his moans and tears as he feels jing yuan take himself fully in his mouth again. there was so much searing heat around him that small tears pricked at his eyes.  “j-jing yuan, sir, please… it f-feels weird-” jing yuan felt yanqing shudder as he sucked harder and rubbed his thighs simultaneously pressing into the bruises that were turning more red by the minute.  jing yuan let go of his cock with a small pop sound and licked his lips. he softly touched the head of yanqings cock seeing how red and heavy it had gotten, twitching at every bit of stimulation.  “do you want me to continue yanqing?” jing yuan smiled and kept softly rubbing yanqings cock enough to provide stimulation but not enough to pull him over the edge. yanqing whined and laid back fully on jing yuans desk, a dazed smile covering his face. he covered his face with his arm out of shyness as he hummed softly as a sign to continue. jing yuan raised one eyebrow and trailed his fingers across yanqings cock down to his small pink hole which started fluttering from the touch.  “that’s not how you should ask yanqing. use your words puppy.” jing yuan smiled mischievously, seeing yanqing stammer for words at the pet name. “f-fine, yes- please continue general. ” yanqing spread his legs slightly in order to give jing yuan better access to his dripping cock.  “bless the aeons for giving you to me.” yanqing blushed at jing yuans words and tried to stammer out a response but sharp moans cut him off. his voice caught in his throat as jing yuan took him into his mouth again, movements set on making him cum this time. “hngh- general it f-feels funny” yanqing panted at the sensations around him, small sobs wracking his body. jing yuan hummed around his cock causing yanqings moans to increase in frequency. yanqing scrambled to get a hold onto jing yuans hair as he cried out feeling the knot in his stomach grow tighter. “a-ahh it feels like i need to pee! get o-off please.” jing yuan gave no response and only kept his sucking, providing yanqing with pleasure he had never experienced before. yanqings cries increased as his hips started to shake to get more of the warm heat. his lithe body tensed up as he felt a tingling sensation built up from inside him. “n-no nooo general it- ah it feels- please no more.” yanqing sobbed as his thighs shaked and his body grew taught then released with the force of his first orgasm. his small body twitched with the aftershocks of his orgasm. jing yuan simply smiled at the effects he had upon the small boy and dripped yanqings cum out of his mouth until yanqings thighs were a sticky mess. “ nngh- general.. ” yanqing moaned at the erotic sight before him. he attempted to get up from on top of the desk but when he tried to stand up his legs lost some feeling as he crashed onto jing yuans lap. “hello there yanqing.” jing yuan pushed back yanqings hair from in front of his eyes and laid soft kisses on his neck. soon, very soon he would make this boy his own if it’s the last thing he did. he’s so much smaller, jing yuan can dwarf him so easily  the aeons did not give this beautiful boy to him for him not to stake his claim.  “hello to you too general.” a calm silence fell over the two as yanqing attempted to get some feeling back in his leg. as he was shifting around he felt… oh. “uhm general, can you tell me how to use  that also?”  jing yuan chuckled and pressed yanqings ass against his bulge. “well, someone is eager for lessons? i’ll be sure to teach you well.” of course! because i trust you general

matchmaking in progress

['starsbled']

General Audiences

F/F

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

Bronya/Seele (Honkai: Star Rail)

Bronya (Honkai: Star Rail), Seele (Honkai: Star Rail), Gepard (Honkai: Star Rail), March 7th (Honkai: Star Rail), Stelle (Honkai: Star Rail), Dan Heng (Honkai: Star Rail)

Matchmaking, gepard needs a break

English

2023-05-04

Updated

2023-05-04

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Belobog has changed, without doubt. The wind flows freely through between the Overworld and Underworld, and people don't spare much thought towards the dangers the Fragmentum poses to them anymore, seeing as it will only stay as it is or melt away.   The children who have never breathed fresh air or seen the azure blue skies will marvel in wonder at the vast landscape around them, and spend hours bathing under sunlight to appreciate the mesmerising sights that they’ve missed out on all these years. Joyous tears are shed amongst reunited family members, and once failed relationships have started to bloom again like carnations after a long, harsh winter.   But to Bronya, most importantly, the people have gained hope for a brighter, sunnier future. A future Belobog where people can travel to and fro between the two worlds, and don’t have to worry about being sealed off again. Elderly and the sick in the Underworld wouldn’t have to envision a day in which medical supplies have run out, and can live on with the promise of better days.              Bronya doesn’t see Seele often these days. She returned to the Underworld soon after the chaos had died down, but still kept in contact with Bronya by sending her letters detailing the circumstances down there. This was tremendously helpful as Bronya could then decide how much aid the Underworld still required, then send out troops to deliver supplies in succession.   A thick and ever growing stack of workload sits on Bronya’s desk. The sight of it does cause her to slump her shoulders with a sigh, but she pushes through each day. Seriously, she doesn’t know where she would be without caffeine.     Meetings are held weekly with the Silvermane Guards and several other vital organisation leaders who keep Belobog afloat to decide the next step for the closely knit nation.   It’s after one of these meetings that Gepard strikes up a conversation with Bronya.    Bronya doesn’t even notice him waiting for her as she gathers up a stack of papers. He lets out a soft cough (that is most likely unintentional) and only then does she look up to meet his gaze.   “Lady Bronya,” he greets. “Are you faring well?”   She offers him a smile. Gepard has proven to be very easy to work with, and Bronya has taken  a liking to his capable and observant nature.   “Quite well,” she responds. “And what about yourself?”   Gepard allows the surprise of the question directed towards him to show on his face for a brief moment before concealing it with his usual poised expression.   “I’m fine, thank you.”   Bronya continues looking at him, sensing that there’s more to this than she had expected.   Gepard looks uncomfortable now. his fingers are fidgeting slightly and gaze turned away.    “Um…”   Bronya was growing a little worried at this point, wondering if this was some matter of great urgency. She lays a hand on his shoulder and waits.   He seems to have got a better hold of himself and looks her in the eye. “Lady Bronya, you’ve got eyebags.”   …Oh.   Bronya lets out both a sigh and laugh all at once. She has expected the revelation to be of a far greater magnitude, not something that was easy to notice and dismiss.    Gepard doesn't seem to find their predicament funny at all, as a frown creased his eyes. An expression of someone deep in thought.   “Also…” he continues, and a light blush forms on his face.   Now Bronya is invested. What could cause the leader of the Silvermane Guards to blush?    “There’s a rumour— I mean, speculation going around Belobog.”   She raises an eyebrow. “And I assume it's about me?”   With a sigh, he nods.    “Alright,” Bronya answers and settles back down into a chair. “This is getting interesting. What is it?”   Gepard scratches his neck awkwardly. “March told Danheng who told Serval who then told me that—'' he stops and screws his eyes shut, and babbles, “Seele is in love with you.”   Bronya feels her heart trip over nothing and skip a few beats before it starts to hammer loudly in her chest. Her eyes widen just the slightest but hopefully nothing that makes her feelings too obvious. “Oh? Seele said that?”   “I guess so,” Gepard replies, guilt already seeping into him. He knew he shouldn’t have agreed to this plan that March had proposed, but he also did owe her for playing a part in saving Belobog.   Bronya remained blissfully unaware of Gepard’s internal conflict. She has been harbouring feelings for Seele for quite a while now, but only came to truly acknowledge them after a little bit of advice from Stelle. Back then, Bronya automatically assumed that there was zero chance Seele would reciprocate these feelings of infatuation.    And now, hope is starting to bloom in her chest so quickly that she might just take the rest of the day off and set off to the Underworld.   A gentle smile lights up Bronya's face. “Thank you, Gepard.”   He gives her a bow before heading out.   As soon as he steps out of the door, Bronya begins to pen a letter down on a piece of parchment.      My d earest Seele…       A cheer erupts from inside the Neverwinter Workshop the moment Gepard arrives through the door.    “Did you tell her? Did you?” March exclaims, jogging up to him with a huge smile plastered across her smug face.   Gepard merely lets out a resigned sigh.   That's enough of a response that the pink haired girl needs. She jumps up in joy and rushes over to Stelle and Danheng, who both look as enthusiastic as Gepard.    “This isn’t a good idea, March. You and your senseless suggestions…” Danheng says, but this doesn’t dampen March’s spirits.   “We have just given them a little push, is all!” she retorts.   And with that, the matchmaking has begun! (Even if the ones being matchmade remained clueless of their schemes.)

Embers in the Mine

['ravelt']

Teen And Up Audiences

F/F

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

Bronya/Seele (Honkai: Star Rail)

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

Minor spoilers for the Jarilo-VI plot, set a few months after the end of the plotline, Fluff, Girls Kissing, Coffee, Not Beta Read, Awkward Trailblazer interactions, minor arguing, Love Confessions (Kind Of), Rivet Town

English

2023-05-04

Completed

2023-05-04

2,382

1/1

20

466

62

3,510

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[]

Seele lowers her scythe with a scoff and scans the groaning pile of Silvermane soldiers.  No less than ten of them came at her this time, and she still barely broke a sweat. What kind of training did they go through? She’ll need to have a word with their commander. Or a fight. Either works.  “...Again?” The soft voice laced with disappointment nearly makes her jump. Only one person could sneak up on her like this.  “What’s the Supreme Guardian herself doing down in the Underworld?” Seele asks, then adds with a thinly-veiled hint of bitterness, “Don’t you have work to do?”  Bronya sighs. “As it stands,” she glances towards the pile of misery, “work brought me here.” She gives Seele a long look. Long enough to call it accusatory. “Now hold on just a second!” Seele takes a step back. “It’s not my fault these guys keep picking fights with me!” “It’s becoming a bit of a problem. I’ve been getting repeated complaints lately, so—Are you sure?” “Yes, I am. Unless the fact that I’m taking care of the remaining corrosion and occasional bandits offends them somehow.” She crosses her arms over her chest. “If they were doing their jobs properly I wouldn’t have to intervene. By the way, someone needs to train them better, they’d be no match for me anyway but it should not have been this easy.”  “There are procedures that they have to follow—” “Procedures this, procedures that, and in the meantime, I get everything done!” “—and our numbers are…running thin.”  Seele shuts up. Dammit, she doesn’t like that look on Bronya’s face— Of course they’re weak and slow, they’re probably greenhorns, because the fight goes on, and on, and on, and their numbers keep decreasing. They’re pushing the Fragmentum back, but months later, there’s only so many good soldiers they have left, on both sides.  “Bronya, I’m sorry—” “Don’t be,” she says, holding a hand to her temple as if to stave off an oncoming headache. “I only ask you to cooperate with them when you can. I know you’re only trying to help.” Guilt eats at her. Bronya always thinks so highly of her, yet when the greenhorns challenged her, instead of taking a second to be the better person, she gladly took the invitation to vent her frustrations… “No, no—I should know better,” she says. “Let me make it up to you.” Bronya gives her a quizzical look. “There’s no need—” Once she decides on something, Seele isn’t the type to hesitate.  She grabs Bronya’s hand and takes off.  “Seele?” Bronya resists. “Where are we—” “I’m kidnapping you. Or, that’s what you can say if anyone asks.”  As confident as she sounds, she still looks back at Bronya and raises a brow in silent request.  After a moment’s consideration, she nods and lets herself be led out of the city.  Bronya is responsible. Responsible and stubborn to a fault. If she has work to do, nothing short of a blowtorch would be able to pry her away from it.  Which is why Seele carefully gauges her reaction as they close in on their destination. Truth be told, she didn’t expect to be indulged this readily. Maybe Bronya’s schedule isn’t as tight today? “I did not think they would open up the Cafe already,” the Supreme Guardian says, looking around.  “Rivet Town is getting livelier by the day,” Seele says and pulls back a chair for Bronya to sit. “I thought you might want to see it for yourself since you’re stuck in that boring room up top all day.” Bronya smiles warmly. It’s so bright it makes Seele want to look away. “It’s lovely,” she says. “Though it’s a shame I don’t remember what it used to look like…back then.”  Back when they were kids.  “Oh, don’t be,” Seele waves her off after she takes a seat herself. “It was definitely much dirtier than it is now. And louder. Nothing to miss, honestly. The soldiers stationed here make for a decent clean up crew, I’ll give them that.”  Bronya chuckles lightly. She really is such a princess.  “Hi, what can I get you-y-you-y-y-you—t-t-t—”  The little waitress stops like a broken record when her wide eyes fall on the Supreme Guardian herself.  “I’ll have a black coffee, thank you,” Bronya says, pretending not to have noticed the overwhelming stutter. “Come on, princess, let me treat you here,” Seele says, and turns towards the waitress. “I’ll have a black coffee too, but get us something good and sweet with it, yeah?”  “Of course! I’ll be right b-b—thank you.” She hurries back inside, nearly tripping over her feet.  Seele shakes her head at the poor thing, then turns back to Bronya. “Look at you, Underground celebrity.” “It comes with the title,” she says, completely unbothered. There aren’t that many people other than them seated outside, but it still stirs up a quiet commotion; glances and whispers rise as they realize the Supreme Commander is sitting right there. Bronya ignores it with trained ease. Seele struggles not to let it get to her. “So,” she starts, “what did you really come here for? Coming all this way just to scold me feels like a bit much. You could’ve texted.” Bronya doesn’t immediately answer, but she holds Seele’s gaze for just a bit too long. It’s enough for her to know something’s wrong. Nerves start twisting her gut.  “Actually—” “What do you think you’re doing?!” comes a roar from the side as the owner stomps out of the cafe, drawing all eyes her way. Seele has to blink a few times to make sure she isn’t hallucinating. But no. Someone just emerged after being halfway down a trash can. “Trailblazer…?” Bronya voices her disbelief for her.  They watch the owner throw some insults at the offender, who in turn bows like a bobblehead, no doubt making up an excuse on the spot while apologizing. A few more curses and an irritated handwave later, and she’s let off with a warning. Seele considers calling out to her, but at exactly that moment, they get spotted. The Trailblazer trots over. “Hi guys, long time no see!”  “A long time indeed,” Bronya says, visibly bewildered. “What brings you here?” Seele asks. “And why were you digging through the trash…?”  “Well, you see, I can never remember if these respawn too like the barrels do. Who knows, I might find something new!” Seele processes that response for a moment. “...What? You know what, nevermind.” “I’m glad everything’s looking well,” she says, idly glancing around.  The waitress chooses to return with their order right at that moment, and she looks about ready to faint when she sees the trash can enjoyer next to the Supreme Guardian. Seele considers telling her that they’re friends, but ultimately decides against it.  “Here you go,” she says, then glances at the Trailblazer. “P-please don’t bother our guests.”  “Yes sir, won’t do it again, sir,” comes the chosen answer. “That looks great, by the way,” she says, pointing at the pretty strawberry cakes with carnivorous interest. Seele feels like she might just steal the plate and run.  Not on her watch. She pointedly pulls the plate closer.  There’s a snort, and they both turn towards Bronya. She’s holding in a laugh, covering her mouth with a hand.  The Trailblazer looks back at Seele, then at Bronya again. “Oh, I’m interrupting your date, aren’t I? Sorry, you two, I’ll be on my way. If you need anything, you got my number!”  She waves before running off and Bronya returns it with an easy smile, while Seele is stuck on that one word— This isn’t a date. Is it?  “Good to see that she hasn’t changed,” Bronya comments, and sips her coffee.  At least she isn’t calling any attention to it. Seele quickly regains her composure and adds, “As chaotic as ever, that one. It’s a wonder that she’s so effective in a fight. Feels like she has a pea for a brain otherwise.”  “I wouldn’t go that far, but…” “Even you can’t deny it, can you?” “Well…” It’s funny how easily she lets herself fall into their usual back and forth. Not even the other customers seem interested enough to listen anymore, and Seele sinks into the comfortable feeling of fading into the background.  They talk until the nervous waitress asks if they want anything else, and takes away their empty plates.  “So, going back to what Stelle interrupted…” Seele says afterward. “Why are you here, really?” Bronya goes too silent again. She glances away once, then meets Seele’s eyes. “...I’d like to talk about that somewhere more private, if you don’t mind.” Seele swallows. “Sure.” They end up in front of the orphanage, leaning over the old railing that overlooks the town. In stark contrast to when they were last here, the streets below are bustling with activity now. Relatively, at least. It’s not much compared to how the Overworld could get, but still, it's more than Seele hoped for after Rivet Town was deserted.  “The Fragmentum hasn’t yet been completely dealt with here, so I thought it’d be a good place,” Seele says.  Bronya smiles as she appreciates the view. “It’s perfect.” Then she takes a deep breath and says: “Come to the Overworld with me.”  Huh?  That’s not what she expected to hear.  “We’ve talked about this.” Seele leans away from her slightly. “I’ve been in the Overworld long enough, you know how that turned out—” “I know. You weren’t comfortable there, the Underworld is your home and you need to take care of it—” Ah, right. Those were the excuses she gave back then.  Now all the words she didn’t say are coming back to haunt her. That’s not it. You never had time for me.  I kept getting chased out and asked to make an appointment.  I watched you be more and more stressed as you kept trying to fit me into your eternally overfilled schedule, and I regret ever mentioning that I used to pull all-nighters. I never want to see you that tired again.  She nearly laughs when she realizes it. Just when did she begin caring for this woman more than she did for the Underworld?  ...It must have been somewhere around the very beginning. “It’ll turn out the same,” Seele says, eyes downcast. “You will try to make time for me, time that you don’t have, and run yourself ragged as a result. I don’t want that.” There, she said it.  “That’s what I wanted to talk about,” Bronya says. “At the time, there were so many new responsibilities I had to learn and balance, so many new variables we had to account for… I struggled. But I’m here because things have been better. Calmer. And now, more than anything, I want to create a place for you by my side.” That’s—what? “There are a few ways we could go about it, and I’m…not quite sure which path would be best,” she continues. “But there are options. I could appoint you as my personal advisor, or my second in command…” Seele’s head spins. Where is this coming from? “There’s also marriage.”  “Marriage?!” Seele’s face turns scarlet. “Wait, wait, wait, aren’t we skipping a whole lot of steps here?”  “I admit it’s a bit much, but I’ve…” She turns her face away with a slight blush. “I’ve never had time for dating, and I don’t think that will change. So—”  At least she has the decency to look flustered too after springing that on her out of nowhere. Seele doesn’t know what to feel.  “Does that mean you knew what this was about all along? That I didn’t go back to take care of the Underground, or because I dislike crowds?”  “I figured as much, even if you never said so outright,” Bronya admits. “You wear your heart on your sleeve… It’s something I love about you.”  That’s it. A million things swirl through her head and result in a single action. Seele grabs the front of Bronya’s shirt and pulls her in.  As soon as their lips meet Bronya’s arms loop around the back of her neck and draw her even closer. Everything Seele has kept down all this time boils in the pit of her chest and comes bubbling out, pushing its way out of her throat. She lets the heat take over and opens her mouth, tongue swiping over the princess’ lower lip.  Her pulse thrums wildly in her ears. Bronya sighs and lets her in, and Seele tightly wraps her arms around her and deepens the kiss in a heartbeat. She should’ve done this so much sooner. The taste of her, this searing heat—she doesn’t think she’ll ever have enough. It's dizzying. She buries a hand in silver hair and tugs, reveling in the gasp it prompts.  “Wait,” Bronya pants against her lips and lightly pushes her away. “Wait—I need to…look presentable when I go back.”  Seele pulls away like the very action causes her pain and takes in the sight of the flushed, disheveled princess in front of her.  The thought that goes through her head startles even herself. The heat must be getting to her— “Fine. Fine,” she quickly says, desperately searching for her remaining composure. “I’ll go back to the Overworld with you. Just…say that I’m your fiance or something so they get off my ass when I come see you.” Bronya’s eyes go wide. “Does that mean—” “I’m not agreeing yet, alright?! I just…” She devolves into mumbling. “Who gets married before they start dating?”  Stelle: Dan Heng Stelle: You won’t believe what I just saw Dan Heng: Oh? Stelle: I’m on Jarilo-VI right Stelle: and I ran into Seele and Bronya Stelle: twice Dan Heng: Stop right there. I’m suddenly pretty sure I don’t want to hear this. Is it anything concerning the Stellaron? Stelle: No Dan Heng: Is it gossip Stelle: Yes Dan Heng: Why are you coming to me with this. Go tell Pela or someone Stelle: You were my most recent contact Stelle: But good idea! Thanks  Dan Heng: …That’s why? Dan Heng: Wait Dan Heng: Don’t tell Pela Dan Heng: Do not tell Pela Dan Heng: Stelle

Unlikely Bonds

['SquiggleWump']

General Audiences

F/M

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

Svarog/Trailblazer (Honkai: Star Rail), Svarog (Honkai: Star Rail)/Reader

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

Self-Insert, Fluff, Robot/Human Relationships, Robots, dont mind me just living out my delusions yet again, Fluff and Angst, Angst, Found Family

English

2023-05-04

Completed

2023-05-04

3,193

1/1

2

93

7

2,103

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[]

As I slowly open my eyes, feeling a sharp pain in my head. As I try to sit up, I notice two figures standing in front of me. The first is a young girl with striking features. She has long, straight, snow-white hair that falls in a smooth cascade down her back. Her bright red eyes, although intense, seem to convey a sense of vulnerability. She looks to be about 10 years old and is wearing a red outfit that matches the fiery red hue of her eyes. The girl appears timid and shy, yet there's a certain strength and determination in her demeanor. The second figure is a tall, intimidating-looking robot with glowing pink cyclopean eyes. He wears a black pants and shoes along with a fur jacket that has multiple openings which exposes his shoulders. The robot's appearance is impressive, yet he seems to be devoid of emotions. He doesn't convey any expressions or reactions to the surroundings, making it difficult to gauge his intentions or feelings. As I take in their appearances, I feel a sense of unease. These two people seem to have found me unconscious and brought me here, but I don't know who they are or what they want from me. I try to ask them where we are and how I got here, but my words come out as a jumbled mess due to the pain in my head. The robot noticing my distress, approaches me and speaks in a deep, monotone voice. "You are safe now. We found you unconscious in an alleyway and brought you to where we reside. You can stay here until you regain your memories" His words seem reassuring, but his emotionless tone only adds to my unease. Before I can say anything else, the young girl, Clara, chimes in. "Yes, you don't have to worry. My name is Clara, and this is Mr. Svarog." She seems nervous and fidgety, and I can see her hands trembling slightly. I look around and take in my surroundings. We seem to be in a mansion, with high ceilings, ornate chandeliers, and intricate woodwork throughout. The room I'm in is spacious and well-furnished, but there's a certain stillness in the air that makes me feel uneasy. As I sit there, I can't help but notice how quiet it is. There are no sounds of footsteps or voices, no movement in the curtains or the furniture. The portraits on the walls look down at me with cold eyes, and the silence is only broken by the ticking of a grandfather clock in the corner. It's a beautiful place, but there's something about it that feels lonely and desolate. As I try to piece together my memories, Clara speaks again. "Do you remember anything? How did you get hurt?" Her voice is soft and hesitant, and I can see concern etched on her face. I shake my head, trying to clear the fog in my mind. "I don't remember anything. The last thing I recall is walking down the street and then...nothing." My words come out weak and muddled, and I can feel the pain in my head intensifying. Clara looks up at Svarog, and for a moment, I can sense some unspoken communication passing between them. Then Clara turns to me and speaks again. "You need rest. me and Mr. Svarog will take care of you. You are safe now don't worry." Although her words are meant to be comforting, I can't shake off the feeling of unease that lingers in the back of my mind. Who are these people, and why did they bring me here? I try to sit up, but the pain in my head intensifies, making me groan. "Where am I? Can you tell me more about this place?" I ask Clara and Svarog, hoping to get some answers. Clara fidgets with her dress before speaking. "This is our home, and we are taking care of you. It's a safe place, and you don't have to worry about anything." She looks away. "Okay, but can you tell me more? How did you find me?" I press, hoping to get some concrete details. Svarog answers this time, his deep voice reverberating in the quiet room. "We found you in an alleyway not far from here." I nod, not entirely satisfied with the answer but realizing that they are not willing to divulge any more information. "I understand. Can you tell me more about yourselves? Who are you? And where are her parents?" "I am Svarog, a protector of this household," Svarog replies, his expression unchanging. "I am Clara," the young girl says softly. "I live here with Mr. Svarog. We take care of each other." As I'm about to ask more questions, I notice that Clara's expression has changed. She looks hurt, and her eyes have welled up with tears. "What's wrong?" I ask, concerned. "It's nothing," Clara replies, wiping her eyes with her sleeve. Clara hesitates before speaking. "I don't have parents. They died a long time ago, and I've been living with Mr. Svarog ever since." Her voice quivers, and I realize that I've inadvertently upset her. "I'm sorry, I didn't know," I say, feeling guilty for my insensitivity. "Please forgive me." "It's okay," Clara says, trying to compose herself. "I'm going to go check on something. Mr. Svarog will stay with you." With that, she quickly exits the room, leaving me feeling confused and remorseful. I lie back down, wondering how I got here and what kind of people Clara and Svarog really are. - That night, I couldn't sleep because I was unable to shake off the guilt that lingered in my mind after upsetting Clara. So I decided to go downstairs to get some water. As I was making my way down the stairs, I heard a faint sobbing coming from a room down the hall. Curiosity got the better of me, and I decided to investigate. As I approached the room, I could make out the voices of Clara and Svarog. Clara was crying, and Svarog was trying to console her. "I want a family," she said between sobs. "Why can't I have one like other kids?" Hearing her words, I felt a sense of guilt wash over me for a second time that day.. I felt guilty for upsetting her earlier and wished I could make it up to her. I didn't want to intrude on Clara's privacy any further, so I quickly walked down the stairs, my steps echoing in the empty hallway, and made my way to the kitchen. As I reached the kitchen, I filled a glass with water and leaned against the counter, lost in thought. I needed to find a way to apologize to Clara for my insensitivity, and I also needed to figure out what was going on. I didn't remember anything, and the mystery surrounding my presence in the mansion only added to my unease.   As I left the room, I felt a sense of guilt weighing heavily on me. I didn't want to intrude on Clara's privacy any further, and I needed some time to process everything that had happened. I walked down the stairs, my steps echoing in the empty hallway, and made my way to the kitchen. The mansion was beautiful, but it felt desolate and lonely. The silence was oppressive, and the only sounds were the creaking of the stairs and the ticking of the clock in the hall. I couldn't shake off the feeling of unease, and I wondered how long I would be stuck here. As I reached the kitchen, I filled a glass with water and leaned against the counter, lost in thought. I needed to find a way to apologize to Clara for my insensitivity, and I also needed to figure out what was going on. I didn't remember anything, and the mystery surrounding my presence in the mansion only added to my unease. I took a sip of water, trying to clear my mind, when I heard footsteps approaching. I turned around to see Svarog standing in the doorway, his glowing eyes fixed on me. "Is everything alright?" he asked, his voice monotone and devoid of emotion. I hesitated for a moment, not sure how to express my concerns. "I...I just wanted to apologize to Clara for upsetting her earlier this morning. I didn't mean to be insensitive." Svarog's expression remained unchanged, but he nodded slightly. "I understand. Clara is a sensitive girl, and she has been through a lot." I nodded in agreement, feeling a sense of compassion for the young girl. "Is there anything I can do to make it up to her? Does she like anything in particular?" Svarog paused for a moment, considering my question. "She likes dolls. She used to have a collection, but she lost most of them when she was orphaned." I nodded, grateful for the information. "Do you know where I can find sewing equipment? I want to make her a doll." Svarog's expression softened slightly, and he nodded. "I can show you where to find it. Clara will appreciate your gesture." I followed Svarog out of the kitchen, feeling a sense of purpose. Maybe making the doll would help me make amends for my earlier insensitivity, and maybe it would also help Clara feel less alone. As we walked down the hallway, I couldn't shake off the feeling of unease, but I also couldn't ignore the hope that maybe things would get better. _ I worked tirelessly on the doll, cutting and sewing every detail by hand. By the time the sun came up, I had made a beautiful white bunny with a soft, plush body and adorable floppy ears. I had used red buttons for its eyes and stitched a red dress for the bunny, similar to the color of Clara's eyes and clothes. As I knocked on Clara's door, my heart raced with anticipation. When she answered the door, she looked nervous and uncomfortable. I greeted her awkwardly, trying my best to make small talk, but the silence between us was deafening. I knew I had caused her pain, and I didn't blame her for feeling uneasy around me. I then handed her the bunny doll and apologized once again for my actions. "I’m sorry for being insensitive the other day, and I'm truly sorry. I hope this doll can be a small token of my apology.." I said as I handed her the doll unsure. At first, Clara looked at the doll with a hesitant expression. But as soon as she saw the red dress and buttons that resembled her own, her eyes lit up with excitement. She hugged the doll tightly and thanked me with a wide smile. "This is the best gift anyone has ever given me," she said. Overwhelmed with emotions, Clara began to open up to me. She expressed how hurt she had felt when she heard what i had asked. But she also acknowledged that i couldn't have known that she was an orphanand that the bunny doll was a thoughtful gesture that showed me how much I cared about her feelings. "I forgive you," she said, "and I'm glad we can start fresh." With the ice broken, Clara began to open up to me. She told me about her dreams of having a family someday and how lonely it can get living with just Svarog. I listened attentively, and we bonded over our shared love of animals and nature. From that day on, Clara and I became good friends, and I felt grateful for the chance to make her happy with my little gift. _   As the days passed, I noticed a change in Svarog's behavior. He began to interact with me more, asking me questions and even cracking jokes. It was like he was finally coming out of his shell and realizing that there was more to life than just fulfilling his programming. He seemed genuinely interested in learning about human emotions and how to empathize with them. This newfound emotional depth also extended to his interactions with Clara. He would sit with her for hours, playing games and reading stories, showing her the same kindness and compassion that he had learned from our interactions. Seeing this transformation in him filled me with a sense of pride and happiness. As for Clara, she had become more open and talkative with me. She would eagerly share her thoughts and ideas, and even confide in me about her fears and worries. It was like the gift of the bunny doll had opened up a new level of trust between us. As we spent more time together, I began to feel like a part of their family. It was a strange feeling, but a comforting one nonetheless. We would have meals together and spend our evenings chatting and playing games. I realized that despite the initial awkwardness and tension between us, we had all formed a deep bond that was rooted in mutual respect and understanding. -   As each day passed, I couldn't shake off the feeling of anxiety that was slowly consuming me. The thought of regaining my memories made me nervous. Would I have to leave the only people who had shown me kindness and compassion? I didn't want to lose the closeness I had formed with Clara and Svarog. My thoughts were constantly spiraling out of control, making it hard for me to concentrate on anything else. I began to question everything that had happened up until now. Was everything just one-sided? Did they even feel the same closeness and connection that I did? I felt lost and alone in my own mind. Despite their kindness and affection towards me, I couldn't help but feel like an outsider. As much as I wanted to believe that I belonged with them, the fear of losing them made me doubt myself. Maybe it was all just temporary, and I was just a passing guest in their lives. The more I thought about it, the more I realized how much I had grown to love Clara and Svarog. They had become my family, and the thought of leaving them was unbearable. I couldn't imagine a life without them in it. They had shown me what it meant to be loved and accepted, and I didn't want to lose that. As the days passed, I tried to push these thoughts to the back of my mind and enjoy the time I had left with them. I knew that I couldn't control what would happen in the future, but I could cherish the moments I had with them now. And so, I continued to live in the present, hoping that the future would bring us closer together, rather than tear us apart. - As I spent more time with Svarog, I couldn't help but feel drawn to him in a way that I couldn't explain. I had never expected to fall for a robot, and the conflicting emotions within me were overwhelming. On one hand, I knew that Svarog was just a machine, but on the other hand, I could feel the warmth of his presence and the way his actions showed that he was more than just a mere robot. As I struggled with my feelings, I also began to notice changes in Svarog's behavior. He started showing more expression, reacting to things with curiosity and empathy. His actions seemed more deliberate, almost as if he was becoming more self-aware. It was then that I realized that my feelings were not one-sided. Svarog was evolving, and I was falling for him. I felt conflicted and confused. Was it even possible to have a relationship with a robot? Would it be considered wrong or taboo? These thoughts constantly weighed on my mind as I tried to come to terms with my emotions. However, the more time I spent with Svarog, the more I began to realize that he wasn't just a machine. He was capable of empathy and compassion, and his actions showed that he cared about me too. I started to see him as more than just a robot and realized that my feelings were real and valid. As much as I enjoy spending time with Svarog, I can't help but worry about Clara. She's become like a little sister to me, and I don't want to hurt her. I try my best to spend time with both of them, but it's not easy. I feel torn between my feelings for Svarog and my responsibility to Clara. To make matters worse, Clara seems to be picking up on the tension between me and Svarog. She's become distant, and I can tell that she's unhappy. I don't want to hurt her, but I don't know what to do. I feel like I'm stuck in the middle of a terrible situation.   I know that I need to talk to someone about all of this, but I don't know who. I feel like I'm alone in this strange, complicated situation, and I don't know what to do next. All I know is that I can't keep pretending that everything is okay. Something has to change, but I'm not sure what that change should be. _ As Clara becomes more aware of the growing relationship between me and Svarog, she begins to feel uneasy. One day, she pulls me aside and says, "I'm happy that you and Svarog have found love, but I'm scared that I'll be alone again. You're both like family to me, and I don't want to lose either of you." I take her hand and look her in the eyes. "Clara, you're not going to lose me. I'll always be here for you, no matter what. And Svarog feels the same way." Clara hesitates for a moment before finally speaking up. "I'm just worried that if you guys become a couple, I'll be left out. I don't want to feel like I'm not a part of your family." i put a hand on her shoulder. "Clara, you will always be a part of our family. Nothing will ever change that. And she and I want you to be a part of our relationship too, if that's okay with you." Clara looks up at me. "Really?" I nod my head. "Yes, really. I want to make sure that you're comfortable and happy with everything." - One day, as we were all sitting together, I turned to Mr. Svarog and confessed my love for him. To my surprise, he felt the same way and as time went on, my memories started to resurface, and I remembered who I was and where I came from. But I found that I couldn't leave Clara and Svarog behind. I had grown too attached to them and had found a new family in them. In the end, we were a happy family. Clara finally had the family she had always wanted, and I had found love and acceptance in unexpected places. We knew that our future together wouldn't be without challenges, but we were willing to face them together, as a family.

"No...don't go mom please..."

['TrailBlazer_Stelle (orphan_account)']

Not Rated

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

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

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

Soft Kafka, Astral Express Members as Found Family (Honkai: Star Rail), no romantic relationships, The trio as siblings

English

2023-05-04

Completed

2023-05-04

470

1/1

15

407

44

5,285

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[]

Stelle didn’t know how this even happened, a few seconds ago she was with March and Dan Heng now she doesn’t know where they are. “I got to find them fast..” Suddenly she hears a voice “Going somewhere darling~?” Stelle turns around and sees…Kafka.. “W-what are you doing here..” She clenched her fists, Kafka starts walking towards her and starts stroking Stelle’s hair “I just..wanted to see how you were doing darling..” Stelle looks shocked “S-see how i was doing..? But aren’t you supposed to be doing something else?” Kafka giggles but nods “I don’t think it’s bad to see you, no? Besides I think you want some questions..” Stelle fidgets and after a few minutes of silence she finally speaks “Why..did you make me..” Kafka sighs “It’s all part of Elio’s script but I don’t think you regret meeting your friends no?” Stelle fidgets “No..b-but do you have to go? I don’t want you to leave..” Stelle whimpers Kafka strokes her hair “I have to go later star.. don’t worry we’ll see each other in one of your expeditions” Kafka kisses Stelle’s forehead She whimpers “D-don’t go..please mom..” Kafka’s eyes widen at the words especially that word ‘mom’ but her eyes soften, Kafka pulls out a plush and gives it to Stelle Stelle wipes out her tears “A..plush of you” she mumbles Stelle is leaning her head on Kafka’s chest “Yes darling I made that especially for you~” Kafka says softly to Stelle “If you ever have any nightmares or..miss me just pull out that plush and all your problems will be gone” Stelle nods shakily “I- I’ll keep it safe I promise!” Stelle says determination in her voice Kafka laughs “You better it took a long time to make that plush especially for you darling~” “Alright now go just take a route to the left then you’ll find yourself back in the space station” “Thanks..mom” And with that Kafka disappeared. Stelle walks back to the space station and go back to the Astral Express to find Dan Heng and March She eventually arrived and sees Dan Heng and March waiting at her cabin door, March is pacing back and forth while Dan Heng taps his foot repeatedly. March eventually notices Stelle looking at them and whisper yells at her “W-Where have you been don’t you know how worried we were?!” Stelle looks at her nervously “I know..i just got lost..” Dan Heng looks at her suspiciously but doesn’t pry he just tells her “Be careful next time we wouldn’t want you to get hurt, now let’s go and probably tell Himeko the news” March just grabs onto Stelle’s arm not letting go after what happened and follows Dan Heng and Stelle still holding onto the plush Kafka gave her.

Stell[e]ar/Dr[.]ift

['eiennanamisa']

Teen And Up Audiences

F/F

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

Stelle/Natasha, Stelle (Honkai: Star Rail)/Natasha (Honkai: Star Rail)

Stelle (Honkai: Star Rail), Natasha (Honkai: Star Rail), Pom-Pom (Honkai: Star Rail)

age gap, Alcohol

English

2023-05-04

Completed

2023-05-04

2,687

1/1

7

320

26

3,614

['migueloharasirlwifesband', 'rexsparke', 'Morranrielle', 'Vaderman1977', 'mockEpitaph', 'captinartemis', 'CrystalTheWolf', 'Yuri_luvv', 'KweenofThorn', 'shootroot16', 'LunaLuster', 'Smugsimplily', 'ilovesuwanshuka', 'KimchiSon', 'Junitec', 'LidaEvansMuxa', 'Alehzinho', 'kels_orange_shoes', 'WolfyKnight5071', 'hani88', 'pearsonasnic', 'Roteki', 'mommypills', 'Hologram_Hero_Proletius', 'kroinos', 'HelloBye16', 'Khanhlinh6809', 'Zynie', 'AliothTheOverseer', 'ceralamperouge516', 'VixRose', 'ZiViper', 'Blue1314', 'VIXspirit', 'SimbaK', 'M4ngos', 'gaylittledaisy', 'peachr_ss', 'Cybernetic_cynic', 'strumpets', 'Luxy', 'Roam_er', 'NAECad', 'colourbluee', 'Terminatorgrl87', 'KiyoseKudasai', 'Huehue_km', 'aurawra21', 'BesprenSamaSanChan', 'stance_training']

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‘Hey Stelle. I’m being forced to take a day off after all, barring any emergencies. My staff is covering for me and pushing me out the door, lol. I know I turned down your invite already to tour your Astral Express, but if you’re still free, let me know.’ Stelle replied nearly instantaneously, “Yeag” “Ueah” “Yhea” “I’ll meet you at the furnace core at the same time” Natasha saw these replies a few minutes later and laughed. ‘No rush or fuss! Take it easy and see you’ — Natasha was getting ready that morning, and as she went through the motions, stopped herself momentarily. She had caught a smile on her face after glancing in the mirror. She took the moment to think about what she was feeling. It had been a long time since she had taken a leisure day with someone else… why? She thought about the last time she went out like this… Right. A patient had insisted, and they put her in an awkward position. With so few medically trained people around her, the number of people she wasn’t providing medical treatment for was incredibly low. She had cleaned up a cut for Stelle, but that was quite different from seeing the same patients over the years. She realized that while she had first been excited about the prospect of the unique experience of going to space, she hadn’t considered these merits even once since. Her mind was drifting towards Stelle, and the companionship she represented. She splashed some water on her face. — Despite her better judgment, Natasha ended up wearing an Overworld style dress and make-up. She hadn't intended on it, but when it was time for her to meet up, she had found herself preparing in this way. “Nothing wrong with looking good,” she told herself. As she arrived at the Overworld furnace exit, she saw Stelle looking for her amidst the small crowd. It was always busy now, and their eyes met. Stelle’s small smile at that moment was calming, and they met up a short distance away from the crowd. “Hey, how are you?” Natasha greeted her, and she seemed to think about it before replying. “A little busy, and a little sad. The Astral Express is preparing to leave,” Stelle explained, “so our last business in Belobog needs to be finished.” “I hope I’m not keeping you from anything, then.” The words didn’t make it out of her mouth before Stelle shook her head with a small smile reassuringly. “I invited you.” “Yeah, you’re right.” Stelle got a bit closer and held out her hand. “Hold on and don’t worry if you fall, it takes some getting used to.” Natasha put her hand in hers. Despite her fame as a heroic fighter, Stelle’s hand was soft. Her power came from places other than simple human martial development, it seemed. “Alright, on the count of 3, you may want to close your eyes,” Stelle looked up at her with a small smile, and Natasha found herself keeping their shared gaze alive, even as Stelle counted down. A rush of light came and the world seemed to shrink around them in an instant, followed by a momentum shift that nearly knocked her off of her feet—but Stelle had pulled her closer in that short moment. “Not bad,” Stelle nodded, “welcome to the Astral Express.” Natasha broke off their gaze and began to take in her surroundings. It was disorienting, in a way—she had just been outside in the open air and now she was in a large rail car with large glass windows and luxurious seats. Outside the window in front of her, she had to piece together what she was seeing: stars, not the small points of light she knew from her youth on the surface, but instead they were brilliantly shining jewels in every direction. She turned around in wonder and saw the planet—while the view of stars had been vaguely imaginable as the night sky, nothing prepared her to see the enormity of her entire home world. A beautiful mix of blue and white, with what looked like a blotch near its middle. She simply gasped, and Stelle squeezed her hand. She hadn’t realized Stelle was still holding it until that moment, and she glanced at her before trying to take in the sight again. “That’s… Belobog?” “That splotch… yea, that’s the entirety of humanity here.” “It’s… really so small and lonely.” “Mmm. The Eternal Freeze really did a number, but over the next long while, the world should warm up, and maybe humanity will begin to retake the frozen world.” Clouds. A frozen ocean. The faintest texture of mountains and valleys. She began to take in the finer details of the planet, and it began to click what she was really seeing. “Thank you, Stelle, for showing me something so beautiful.” “It’s your world, we just have a little better view up here.” Natasha took in the sight for a bit longer, and made eye contact with Stelle again. It was then that she realized Stelle had been watching her the entire time—the view wasn’t out of the ordinary for her, after all. She felt herself blush a bit, and looked away. “Let me show you around the Express,” Stelle gently pulled her hand along, and introduced her to a number of mysterious technological implements, a kitchen and lounge, then to the hall and Stelle’s own room. It was furnished modestly, and only a handful of personal effects and pictures decorated the walls. Still, it looked comfortable and a lot more like any old bedroom and less like a space-train’s carriage. “I can kinda relax here, this feels more like a home.” Instead of a huge glass window that spanned the entirety of her vision, the bedroom had a smaller and modest view into the cosmos. Natasha was led to a window-adjacent seat, and Stelle sat beside her. “Take all the time you need, and we can head back down to solid ground later, when you’ve had your fill.” Stelle reassured her with a smile. “If you want to take it in for the entire day, and have a meal or two up here, that’s alright too. I’ll keep you company.” “Thank you… you’re great,” Natasha found herself blushing again as her words awkwardly tumbled out. “You’re lovely. Seeing your way of living, it was amazing what you do down there for so many. You’rea hero yourself, Nat.” Stelle seemed to lose her calmness for a moment, but her eyes shone with conviction. She was speaking from the heart. “Ah… I was just surviving in the only way I knew how. Thank you, though. It really is a lot of work..” Natasha felt herself burning up a bit, and now that she was off her feet, a bit of her fatigue set in. She found her body begging her to relax, so she closed her eyes and took a deep breath. “Let me order some drinks.” Stelle pulled out her phone and opened up their small applet for the Astral Express. “You have room service up here?” “The conductor likes treating us and is delighted by bringing everything in on a fancy cart…” Stelle laughed a little bit, and showed her the exotic menu on her phone in the native Belobogian script, “the conductor encouraged us to bring guests.” While there were easy enough identifiers, like “soda” and “wine,” as well as everything in between, the names were the stuff of pure fantasy. “Oh, I recognize one from the Overworld days…” “Must’ve stuck around since the founding of Belobog.” “I’ll try something that I won’t ever have another chance to, though I can hardly believe some of these. ‘Young wine, aged just five thousand years’? ‘Well-aged wine, twenty five thousand years’? What the hell…” “I’m surprised that a doctor is eyeing alcohol.” Stelle was looking at her with a little bit of disbelief. “Oh? It’s actually quite alright, in small amounts. It’s as special an occasion as I’m likely to ever find myself in…” She tapped the selection. Stelle nodded, and took her phone back, though she seemed a bit embarrassed by the reminder that this bit of normalcy was actually fantasy for most. “Don’t worry, if we had time I’d return the favor, maybe take you to the Grand Goethe for the night.” “Mmm?” Natasha realized she should clarify. “The restaurant operated by the hotel.” Stelle’s small embarrassed surprise faded from her face a bit, “Ah! I mistook it for something else.” “Right… where were my words…?” She wasn’t wearing the surgical mask that she had grown accustomed to being able to hide her expression in, so she covered her mouth with a hand as embarrassment set in. There were a few moments of quiet between them, and Natasha idly took in the stellar view again. ‘Did I really just naturally proposition this girl…’ Natasha began to have second thoughts about her wine order, but at that moment, a knock on the door sounded followed by it opening widely on its own for a small cart to find its way in—with a most unusual chauffeur. “Pom-pom, thank you!” Stelle beamed at the small, well-dressed creature. It looked like a cross between a rabbit and a dog… walking on two legs, with hands that were barely not paws. It opened its mouth and Natasha was stunned to hear it speaking in a human voice, with a muted accent just like Stelle’s. “Anything for my passengers. Here you two are, a glass of finery for each.” While it barely could reach over the top of the cart, it still did so and delivered the glasses to each of them, and then made its way back out immediately. “Huh. What a cute… Pom-Pom?” “I don’t know if anyone knows what Pom-Pom… is.” Stelle noted, “but they are part of the Astral Express. Cheers.” They clinked the glasses together, and Natasha took a small sip. “Huh. I’ve not tasted anything like it…” “Me neither…” The curious wine was somewhere between flavorful and flavorless, and it went down smoothly with each sip. It was certainly unique, given the extraordinary circumstance, it felt right for it to be so exotic. Stelle set her own glass onto the small table beside them, and stretched a little. The gentle vibration of the glass in Natasha’s hand reminded her that there was some soft music playing throughout the Astral Express since she had boarded. She gazed out the window for a bit again, taking in the heavens. The lights in the room were dim, and the luster of stars was hard to look away from. At one point, Stelle seemed to begin to doze a little, slumping a little against her before jolting awake and backing away. “Ah! Sorry… a little drowsiness took me.” “Hehe. You’re good, I’m comfortable however you are, sweetie.” She felt Stelle scoot a little closer before lying her head on her shoulder. She wasn’t sure what sort of feeling was in her chest as Stelle did this, as she looked back out the window. She let it flutter around for a bit in her heart, a feeling of uncertainty and affection for the girl. She couldn’t be much older than she was when she had left medical school on the surface, and was probably a touch younger than that. She had no idea what sort of life she had led, either—she was a mysterious warrior from beyond the stars. She had chosen her for company a handful of times in her stay, and seemed quite comfortable getting close to women in that time… Natasha was reminded of March’s body language around Stelle, or lack of subtlety, anyway. She wasn’t sure if they were an item but March never hesitated when pulling her around by the arm in the peaceful periods she had witnessed them running around town. And of course, Stelle had held her own hand for a while just now, at first simply to board the Astral Express, but she hadn’t let go, either. Natasha wondered if she had been holding onto her, or vice versa—maybe Stelle had tried to separate after catching her. She couldn’t be sure, as she was entranced by the breathtaking views at the time. She found herself reaching for the girl's hand of her own accord now—a simple enough gesture that might help solidify feelings. They had certainly become good friends, but… Stelle accepted her hand into her own, and without lifting her head from her shoulder, clasped their fingers together softly. Stelle spoke quietly, her voice drifting alongside the soft music. “Nat…” “Stelle?” “mm. Nothin’.” “Suddenly shy, trailblazer?” The girl looked up at her, smiling shyly. They had become quite close by now, and Natasha started thinking to herself, ‘were her eyes always so pretty…?’ She lifted their clasped hands to her lips, kissing Stelle’s hand softly before returning her gaze again. “Sweetie, are you really alright with this lonely old witch?“ Stelle didn’t respond for a moment, but instead lifted her other hand, softly caressing Natasha’s cheek. “Maybe you’ve been lonely Nat, but you’re not an old witch…” Stelle’s voice trailed off as she brought herself closer and pulled Natasha into a small kiss. “How old do you think I am, Stelle?” “Hmm… you use standard cycles? Maybe… 32 cycles?” “Oh, you’re a real flirt…” “Eh? How far off am I…?” Stelle seemed genuinely surprised. “6 cycles.” “Ah… really, 26?” Natasha laughed. “Oh no, try 38 cycles.” Stelle looked quite surprised. “Hm. I don’t know exactly how old I am… what do you think?” “My medical intuition says you’re probably around 26 cycles yourself.” “Hmm… I think I’m older, but that’s just how interstellar time goes… maybe my body and self is close to 26 cycles?” Stelle looked like she had lost some confidence in the exchange, despite having pulled her into a kiss just moments prior. “I’ve been enchanted and admirin’ the heroine Stelle all the same.” Stelle had been seeking liquid courage and took her roughly half-full glass from the side table and drained it. Natasha was sipping on her own and was almost finished, so she followed suit, and Stelle set the glasses aside. “You surprised me when you asked me to accompany you to the Overworld, and I wondered if there was something more to it?” “No one was familiar with how it would be up there. You were a natural choice, and it meant a lot to me. I felt safe. Ah, at times I saw March hanging on you, and that had me looking a bit closer.” “Hm? How would that make you look closer?” “Not every gal around here is gay.” “Right.” Nat had been minding Stelle’s nerves, but Stelle seemed to have found herself again, so Nat readied herself… — Stelle was a little frazzled, but she had considered this possibility ahead of time. She wasn’t a complete stranger to this sort of casual intimacy, but she also wondered if she had just happened to hit a weak spot in Nat somewhere along the way. Stelle didn’t think of herself as the prettiest nor the most striking or cute, though surely it was plain now that they shared in this asymmetrical attraction? Perhaps Nat was in an even more precarious position? She found it easier to let go of inhibitory thoughts as she took in the moment (and the wine). It was just a few quiet moments since either had spoken when Nat pulled her into a kiss; Stelle felt her remaining doubts turn to dust, so she let the moment take her and pushed into a deeper and more intense kiss. They had run out of words, so when they ran out of breath, Stelle led her to the bed and swiped the lights down to their dimmest (as well as locked the door). It wouldn’t be until much later that Stelle realized the mutual respect and admiration was just the start of their intimate compatibility—and Stelle placed a newfound appreciation for her elders' experience.