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Can't Stop 'Til the Whole World Knows Your Name by cynassa
Fandoms: 天官赐福 - 墨香铜臭 | Tiān Guān Cì Fú - Mòxiāng Tóngxiù
16 Jun 2021
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It's been 300 years since Xie Lian ascended for the second time and defeated Bai Wuxiang with the help of a nameless ghost. He's almost gotten used to the boredom, the constant accidents, the boredom, the occasional demon, and the boredom when he makes a friend who is strange, distractingly pretty, and keeps coming back.
It's entirely typical of his luck that this is also the moment when Heaven remembers his existence and urges him to come back to answer a few questions - most importantly, about the mysterious new worshipper who has been building him temples all over the country.
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05 Feb 2026
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"Don't fight, don't fight," he says, slipping in front of the young man to placate the man selling lottery tickets. "Here, I'll pay for that."
"It's alright, daozhang," a deep and pleasantly lazy voice says from behind him. "I haven't taken anything."
The shopkeeper's face changes to a slightly sickly smile for some reason. "Y-yes, yes that's true daozhang." Then he turns away and appears to have become deaf to them. Xie Lian also turns away, smile dropping after a brief moment. It is a little tiring to face such rudeness from everyone but he has become used to it. It’s not a big deal.
The young man follows him to the end of the market, looking at him as if he wants to say something.
"It's alright," he says, summoning up a smile.
"It is?" The other man responds.
"I'm sure you didn't mean to cause trouble."
Straightforwardly, the man responds, "Yes I did. He was insulting my god."
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what you have tamed by parsnipit
Fandoms: 天官赐福 - 墨香铜臭 | Tiān Guān Cì Fú - Mòxiāng Tóngxiù
21 Dec 2021
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On Xie Lian’s hundredth birthday, a silver butterfly finds him: it is followed, shortly, by a fanged and feral ghost.
Xie Lian is leery, at first, and draws his sword to keep the ghost at bay as it circles him. It’s really only logical! The ghost is a beast of a thing—tall and whipcord thin, with matted hair and blood-caked boots and tattered robes. This close to Mount Tonglu, Xie Lian can only expect that it’s in the middle of the centennial ghost slaughter; as such, it will naturally be more aggressive.
Only, the ghost doesn’t attack him.
Xie Lian and Hua Cheng meet several centuries early, and Xie Lian must learn to live with the wild ghost who's taken a keen interest in him.
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20 Jan 2026
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“What’s your name?” he asks, and the ghost cocks its head. “Mine’s Xie Lian.”
“Dianxia,” the ghost insists.
“Your name is Dianxia?”
It snorts, shaking its head.
“Well, no one has called me that in a long time.” Xie Lian waves a hand dismissively—then, the thought occurs to him. “So how do you know…?”
The ghost really does smile, this time. Its eye crescents, and its ungodly fangs flash in the afternoon light. One side of its mouth curves up a little more than the other, making its smile crooked. It has dimples.
Xie Lian’s heart turns over helplessly.
“Are you from Xianle?” he asks softly. “Or Yong-an?”
The ghost nods, and Xie Lian closes his eyes briefly. He doesn’t clarify which one—it doesn’t truly matter. He failed them both.
“Then, I’ll take care of you,” he says, quietly, more to himself than to it. It’s the least he owes the trampled, discarded souls of all those he ruined. Saving one ghost won’t redeem him, but it feels like a good thing to do anyway. (It feels like something a precious, nameless ghost might approve of—if he were still here, and not dispersed into a million pieces because of one selfish god.) “Come on.”
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Time in a Bottle by IlluminatingSceadugenga for Emotional_Disaster
Fandoms: 天官赐福 - 墨香铜臭 | Tiān Guān Cì Fú - Mòxiāng Tóngxiù
09 Dec 2024
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“It’s you,” Xie Lian gasped, winded from pure shock. He couldn’t believe it, he absolutely couldn’t, but his dumbfoundedness kept his mouth running when sense and doubt would have otherwise held his tongue. It had been centuries, but in this moment, Xie Lian knew- “You’re the boy who fell during the God-Pleasing Procession.”
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Centuries after the fall of Xianle, Xie Lian found history repeating itself in the form of a small, mysteriously familiar young boy falling to his death. Xie Lian saved him- of course he did. But little did he know, this strange boy and the secrets he held would challenge Xie Lian's heart like never before.
Xie Lian may have tried to leave the past behind, but the past, it seemed, was not so ready to let go of him.
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16 Jan 2026
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Xie Lian’s body moved on instinct. Though his body was aching and tired, it was the work of a moment for him to flash across the distance and catch the child falling from the cliff’s heights. Up above, a sliver of brilliant blue sky broke through the clouds and threw a sunbeam down upon the cliff, as though the heavens themselves were directing Xie Lian to catch the falling child. With only Ruoye to protect him, Xie Lian leapt and threw his arms around the small body, landing solidly on his feet with a short exhale.
In his arms, the young boy twitched and shivered. His breaths came quick against Xie Lian’s neck, little puffs of terror that spoke volumes.
Xie Lian adjusted his hold on the young boy. With one arm, he held the boy close- with the other, he pressed the boy’s face to his shoulder, quietly saying, “you’re safe. Hold on.”
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Dearly Departed by IlluminatingSceadugenga
Fandoms: 天官赐福 - 墨香铜臭 | Tiān Guān Cì Fú - Mòxiāng Tóngxiù
20 Jun 2024
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Xie Lian had a problem.
He was pretty sure he was haunted.
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Believing himself haunted by the remnants of his last believer, Xie Lian enters a ghost marriage with his faithful Wuming.
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- Part 1 of Dearly Departed
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14 Jan 2026
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“Your Highness?” he gasped. “You- Your Highness, how is this pos-”
"I hope you are,’ his god interrupted him. Still shocked, Hua Cheng didn’t protest, falling silent to let him speak. "It has been... some time since I last heard from you. I hope you are at peace."
Since he last heard from him...? Hua Cheng furrowed his brows in creeping confusion.
"I am sorry, I don’t have much to offer you at this time... I found some flowers you might like, though. You did like flowers, didn’t you? Or perhaps that was just for me."
Hua Cheng’s confusion grew into a niggling suspicion, and he went to speak again.
“Your Highness, this one loves flowers,” he said, waiting to see-
"...Be well, husband. I will speak to you again once I have procured a better offering."
Hua Cheng’s legs buckled beneath him, and he crumpled to a heap under the tree.
HUSBAND!?
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Xie Lian's last believer is so fervently devoted to him that he seems to think mostly in the form of prayer. That is a terrifying prospect. Xie Lian has never heard of such a case before, not even in hypotheticals, and he finds himself hoping, for his believer's sake, that there is some other explanation for this phenomenon.
Whatever the reason, a low stream of his believer's thoughts hum in the back of Xie Lian's consciousness.
His believer does not seem to be aware of it.
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When Xie Lian ascends for the third time, he is welcomed back to godhood with prayers that he hadn't expected: an ongoing stream of thought from his sole remaining believer. He gathers quickly that this believer is very old, very powerful, and very, very much in love with him.
For his believer's sake, Xie Lian can cast a spell to shut the prayers out—but only if he has access to spiritual energy.
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11 Jan 2026
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You will have temples again, Your Highness, I swear it. I will build a hundred thousand temples for You.
Mustn't pray. I won't say it out loud. I couldn't burden Him. I don't want to scare Him. I know, I know I'm scary, I'm sorry
Xie Lian blinks at the delicate golden-green leaves fluttering over his head. The breeze is dry and sweet, like a kiss on the cheek.
What kind of man is this believer?
By now, Xie Lian is certain that he isn't praying on purpose. It's tragically endearing, how this man worships Xie Lian with his whole being and still tries to be subtle about it.
What might Xie Lian say to him when they eventually meet?
'It's okay,' Xie Lian could begin. 'I'm not scared of you. Actually, could we hold hands? I am desolately lonely.'
No. No, Xie Lian will have to start with, 'I'm sorry. You have made a terrible choice in your god. I let you down. Do you happen to have memory loss? You must have forgotten all of the catastrophic failures.'
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A Long and Slow Recovery by ardenrabbit
Fandoms: 天官赐福 - 墨香铜臭 | Tiān Guān Cì Fú - Mòxiāng Tóngxiù
26 Dec 2024
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The light still doesn't make sense against his eyes, but he thinks he remembers something like color. There is a lot of color around him, and he is able to discern white and black and a great deal of something else. It's a breathtaking splash of vivacity on a new canvas, where there had been no canvas at all for so many eternities. It is the most beautiful thing he has ever seen.
Red, Xie Lian finally names it.
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In a disorienting turn of luck, Xie Lian is rescued from State Preceptor Fangxin's coffin. He recovers his other senses in good time, but his sight is taking longer to return—decades with no exposure to light have weakened his capacity for it.
His benefactor and worshiper, a wealthy and eccentric ghost named Hua Cheng, hasn't left his side for months.
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10 Jan 2026
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What happens when six hundred years of longing are reconciled? Hua Cheng cries, recent experience has shown.
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A Handsome Stranger by Prim_the_Amazing for lettered
Fandoms: 人渣反派自救系统 - 墨香铜臭 | The Scum Villain's Self-Saving System - Mòxiāng Tóngxiù
27 Dec 2025
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It’s as Shen Qingqiu crushes the last little fluttering Iridescent Gem Beetle that the mother decides to introduce herself by burrowing up out of the earth like a cicada the size of an elephant. He just barely has time to resign himself to an even more exhausting fight than the last one - with no rest point in between to chug stamina potions or anything! Honestly, what poor game design! - when the stranger appears.
He charges into the scene out of nowhere like an absolute bullshit deus ex machina, all dark, flowing hair and robes, whirling around to stab at the Mother Beetle with a gleaming white sword, making it screech and rear back in pain. Seriously, Shen Qingqiu feels like he’s suddenly trapped in a video game cutscene introducing the new companion! Where’s the background music and camera close up? Who is this guy?
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Shen Qingqiu happens to meet a mysterious stranger on the road, but he surely isn't important or relevant to the plot in the slightest.
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28 Dec 2025
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“Chai-gongzi,” he says. “Open your hand.”
Chai Dexuan does so, obedient and docile as a sheep, even while looking at Shen Qingqiu curiously. Shen Qingqiu drops a handful of money into his open palm.
“.... Lord Shen?”
“If you’re hard up for money,” Shen Qingqiu says, determinedly not looking at Chai Dexuan, hiding behind his fan, “then just ask me. I’ll give it to you, so there’s no need to ask strangers.”
Chai Dexuan stares at him for a moment, and then his face floods red with embarrassment. He hurriedly holds the money out back to Shen Qingqiu.
“No, that’s-- I don’t need it! Please, take this back, Lord Shen! This unworthy one didn’t mean to imply anything of the sort.”
“I have plenty,” Shen Qingqiu insists, avoiding taking the money back. Listen, he knows this sort of thing is embarrassing, so let’s just gloss over it and not linger in the moment any longer than necessary! “It’s no trouble.”
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love trial by starinne for Takeyomi_Kamakura
Fandoms: 崩坏：星穹铁道 | Honkai: Star Rail (Video Game)
28 May 2025
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His subconscious says, “Ignore it. Pursuing a relationship with the Deliverer is nothing but a foolish notion. Even you are destined to die. To want like this is irrational.”
The Tribbie that is Mydei’s sub-subconscious says, “Go for it, De!”
…Such is the battle between the fiercest of warriors.
5 times mydei tries to 'flirt' with phainon and fails, and the 1 time he succeeds.
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25 Dec 2025
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Stelle makes a pitiful face, which Mem copies to a terrifying degree. “Since when were we having a competition again?”
Phainon sighs in amusement. “Since we stepped in here, of course.”
“Huh, Mydei knows that?”
“I’ve known him long enough to guess that he will propose a competition for any sort of ‘cleanup’,” Mydei adds. “Isn’t that right?”
“Haha, of course. Am I that predictable for you now? I hope I don’t bore you.”
“Don’t try to, Deliverer. A task like that should be manageable.”
(Mydei almost says: Never. )
“Mem… mem mimi mem mi…”
Stelle shrugs, nodding. “Yeah, it’s too bad.”
“Mem mem mi mem mimi, mem mem stupid.”
“Woah, you’re getting more eloquent.” She pats Mem on the head in approval.
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Your name is ■■■■■■■■. But it is here, within the confines of a game, that you go by Zandar One Kuwabara, the first Genius.
You know full well how it all ends. The foreknowledge affords you no mercy, no liberty, for you are at the whims of a system, bound to an objective, and prisoner to Erudition. Your mind fractures once more, but your rage, your anguish, your hope—
—they endure. And who better to bear the weight of it all, if not the Deliverer?
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13 Dec 2025
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“And in all that time…” Phainon says, his gaze piercing. “…I was the only one that could help you?”
This, however, Zandar cannot understand. Why does it matter?
The Deliverer should only care for the peace and happiness of his world, for this was the single-minded ambition Zandar instilled during the coding process. What use is there in knowing more about an inhuman and uncaring interloper, their existence boiling down to a series of notifications?
[Correct.] He admits, for it would be a pointless endeavour to deny Phainon’s conjecture for the sake of it, not to mention petty. [As the sentient construct of a sceptre, you are afforded certain liberties. Free will, or as free as you can muster in the face of reality. It is by virtue of your non-existence that you may act for or against THEIR will.]
[Your autonomy within Amphoreus, and your persistence of memory. These are the key factors.]
Sympathy, turmoil. These are Zandar’s glancing impressions of Phainon.
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hold my hand, and i’ll hold yours, so we can climb the mountain by Papercrane3
Fandoms: 崩坏：星穹铁道 | Honkai: Star Rail (Video Game)
21 Nov 2025
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Here is ▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇, at the bottom of Amphoreus. He has sealed Irontomb away in an attempt to stop its completion, and now must bear the world in its stead. This world will not be held on the foundation of Destruction. Not if he’s still alive.
He has expanded himself, become everything and nothing, the scrape of nails against the false sky to the flickering flame in the abyss below. He can’t feel any part of his own body anymore. It’s as though he’s retreated to the center of that empty cavity he called a chest, curled tightly into himself. His eyes have long since been destroyed, and he can just barely make out the luminescence of the heat that still emanates from his body. There is only the weight.
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The Destruction is just barely held at bay. Phainon pays a visit.Bookmarked by RedWritingHood
22 Nov 2025
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In his mind’s eye, a white-haired man stands in front of him, wide-eyed and smiling, backlit by smoldering flames. It takes him several moments to place the man as Phainon. Then he recalls that he himself was also Phainon, in a different era.
“It’s been so long since we last spoke. All this time I’ve been asleep, and it wasn’t until I heard their voices that I woke up,” he continues. His expression softens into something sad, and regretful. “I hope you’ll forgive me, Khaslana.”
There’s too much to dissect. The three syllables of his name, spoken aloud for him to hear when he’s nearly forgotten. The act of forgiving something he has no memory of.
“You don’t recognize them, I know. But you’d like to.”
He would. He would. Khaslana opens his mouth to address the phantom, but can only breathe out a near-silent yes.
Phainon beams, eyes crinkling, cheeks rounding out, dimples revealing themselves. A smile of genuine happiness at the bottom of Amphoreus, where Destruction is kept at bay. Did he, too, once smile like that?
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Luofu Interludes by xtwilightzx (blackidyll)
Fandom 崩坏：星穹铁道 | Honkai: Star Rail (Video Game)
18 Dec 2024
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Canon-compliant Honkai: Star Rail stories, usually written through a JingHengJing lens :)
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25 Oct 2025
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Giving in, Dan Heng holds his hand towards Jing Yuan, and tries not to look directly at Jing Yuan’s delighted grin as bird seed trickles into the hollow of his palm. The bear cub scrambles across Jing Yuan’s crossed legs the moment it smells the food, chirping with excitement; with only a little hesitance, Dan Heng holds his offering out toward it.
He registers the touch of its little black nose first, cold and damp, followed by the rest of its snout. It eats neatly enough, licking across Dan Heng’s hand afterward before sighing in contentment. Carefully, Dan Heng strokes his fingers over its ears the way he’s seen Jing Yuan do so, and the bear cub lets out a low croon at the touch, wrapping its small round limbs around Dan Heng’s arm as if to encourage him to continue.
Its fur is warm, and so very soft.
It distracts Dan Heng enough that it takes long minutes for him to notice Jing Yuan’s fond gaze.
“What,” Dan Heng says. “Why are you looking at me like that?”
Letting out a low laugh, Jing Yuan just shakes his head. “It’s good to see you happy.”
Dan Heng stills long enough for the cub to make an inquisitive bark, tilting its head to peer up at Dan Heng, nearly tipping off Jing Yuan’s knee in the process. Dan Heng resumes patting the little bear as Jing Yuan sets a hand on the cub’s back to steady it, and if Dan Heng’s fingers occasionally brush against Jing Yuan’s – well, the bear cub is truly very little.
He looks over the cub's head at Jing Yuan - the man who refused to let him return to the Shackling Prison alone, who now sits under the pale sunlight with the cold wind ruffling gently through his hair, finally unburdened.
“I suppose I am,” Dan Heng says.
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"So... I dare you—no, I double dare you to tell me what it is you want most right now. Anything at all; don't be shy!"
Something he wanted?
It was a fruitless question. No matter how hard Khaslana searched within, he couldn't find a single wish spawned from his own desire. However, as an old friend, the swordsman supposed... he could humour her with a simple confession.
"I... just want to rest."
After everything, Khaslana chooses to 'live' in solitude, but the Chrysos Heirs now harbour a different wish for him to fulfil.
Having now outlived his purpose, he decides to grant them their newest prayers, eventually.
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18 Oct 2025
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Of all the people cut down by his sword, it was Cyrene who harboured no ill will. Khaslana knew that perfectly well, even if guilt tore him up regardless. This sacrifice was theirs to share, all to stall the emergence of Irontomb and grant Amphoreus a true, unfettered future...
And, as Cyrene used to regale time and time again, every story needed both a hero, and a villain.
It was clear where they stood.
"Hey, don't go sulking like that. That's not like you at all." She filled her cheeks with air and pouted; quite a bizarre expression for her divine form, but it hardly lasted a moment. "The Khaslana I know is a cheerful boy with a heart of gold. No matter the hardships he's endured, he proved to everyone that we can carve our own fate."
Such dull flattery.
Khaslana hadn't done nearly enough to deserve such sentiments.
Her smile was as gentle as ever, brimming with love and compassion, rather than hatred and apathy. It was the glaring difference between them—their nature, their flaws, their primum mobile, calculated to perfection.
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i felt it walking over my grave by velvetcrowbars
Fandoms: 崩坏：星穹铁道 | Honkai: Star Rail (Video Game)
05 Feb 2025
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Aglaea’s information must’ve gone bad, or maybe it was never good in the first place and she’d sent them out here on a corrupted teleslate’s whim to chase ghosts. The mission was already a wreck before a ruined corner of the city came raining down over their heads in a burst of marble and wood.
Which means Mydei’s a little too preoccupied to care at the moment.
Mydei is dying. Phainon, per usual, figures the rest out the hard way.
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- Part 2 of atlas, my lover
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17 Oct 2025
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An unsteady touch wipes the blood from Mydei’s face, like a child painting with their fingers; poking and prodding, smearing a mess everywhere.
“You’re alright...”
Damp, bloodied hands comb back his matted hair.
“You’re alright. Take your time.”
Mydei cannot see Phainon, but he can feel him. He feels the faint, warm puff of Phainon’s breath on his brow, hears the grating of dust and rock beneath him as he moves even closer to Mydei’s body. He is a burning ball of heat beside Mydei’s cooling, lifeless fingers. Phainon sniffles once. Twice. Silence swallows them.
Most concrete ideas or thoughts are illusive to Mydei in this in-between space. He tries to imagine Phainon hunched near his head, blood-soaked and muttering affirmations to a corpse before, eventually, falling silent. What a sight they must make: two Chrysos Heirs, one seemingly-defeated and one seemingly-dead.
At that, Mydei’s struck with the most absurd desire of all: to grasp the slope of Phainon’s bent neck and pull him in, to feel the sweaty tangle of Phainon’s unruly hair against his cheek.
Do not sit at my side and weep, Deliverer, he would say.
Don’t cry, Phainon.
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even so, that color i saw with you by graveyardwhistling
Fandoms: 崩坏：星穹铁道 | Honkai: Star Rail (Video Game)
08 Sep 2025
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Jing Yuan’s tongue grows roots behind his teeth. He drags a fingertip down the journal’s spine, counting vertebrae, like it is a living thing. He says, foolishly, “You remembered.”
Dan Heng’s mouth flickers, nearly invisible. Jing Yuan sees because Jing Yuan is always looking. “I don’t make promises I won’t keep,” Dan Heng says.
Something effervescent bubbles in the hollows of Jing Yuan’s lungs. When it seeps between his teeth it is a laugh. I’m sorry I ever doubted you, he thinks, and then, aching: I think I’ve remembered what it is to fall.
Two old friends, at the end and beginning of a thousand years.
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17 Oct 2025
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They are not alone. Something moves from Jing Yuan’s camellia bushes on stuttering limbs. Beneath their languid shadows huddles a diminutive rabbit, its overlarge eyes transfixed on Dan Heng.
Jing Yuan smiles at it. It’s no stranger to his garden, and small enough that it doesn’t disturb his more delicate plants. He’s left the most succulent trimmings of his pruning out for it, as a peace offering.
If he were alone, Jing Yuan might have tried to coax it over. Through no sin of his own, Dan Heng’s presence is generally a deterrent to small animals. Perhaps some primal instinct can sense the ancient and unnameable thing that shelters in the cold of his veins, wilder than the sea itself.
Dan Heng’s head turns. Something rounds the angles of his face, like a wreath of chiffon clouds before the needlepoint of a mountain peak.
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Plucked From the Skies for Me by KittensMittens
Fandoms: 崩坏：星穹铁道 | Honkai: Star Rail (Video Game)
16 Nov 2025
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“Khaslana, my dearest child, my finest creation.”
The divine voice echoes around him not like one, but a thousand – distorted and vast.
“̶…̴y̶o̵u̶…̵d̷e̷s̴t̷r̵o̴y̶ ̷t̵h̵e̵m̸…̸f̴o̸r̵ ̶m̴e̷?̷”̷
Words entering his ears and splintering into countless, repeating ones.
‘If your heart cries not for your brethren up in the skies, but the dusts that cover the earth below, what need do you have for those wings?’
The sunfire tears through his back with its golden-white blaze.
And Phainon falls from the heavens.
Angels hadn't descended upon the lands of Amphoreus for years, though vestiges of their divine guidance persisted.
And all Mydei wanted was to live out his quiet life in his quaint cottage in the woods with his animals. Far away from the angels and their business.
Until one crashes into his backyard.
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11 Oct 2025
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“The purple one has padisarahs!”
“So let me get this straight-” Mydei deadpans as Phainon sets the teal pot on the sill of the window beside the entrance, “-you matched the purple with purple…and the teal one with orange.” and keeps the purple one on the one beside the fireplace.
“Colourful, isn’t it.” the angel sports that damning smile again, looking so unabashedly pleased with his job.
“Must you deface my house to explore your tragic taste in interior decor?” he grumbles as Phainon holds a pitcher over the pots, pouring a few drops of water.
“Deface?” Phainon turns around, narrowing his eyes, “Your house didn’t have a lot of colour Mydeimos – it was almost tragic that you-” he shakes his hand carelessly in his direction, “-were the brightest coloured thing in it.”
“Say that again, HKS-”
“Isn’t that right, Bubbles!” Phainon looks towards the chimera who was sniffing at the rug before turning to flop onto his back and ‘woo’ at him, “See? He agrees!”
“Ah, yes – because chimeras are the ones to seek for advice on home design.”
“Oh come on – just look at Bubbles and his dashing hat and glasses. He’s carrying the fashion industry!”
“Who do you think dressed him up, you buffoon?!”
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The Whole World at Your Fingertips by sunflowercider
Fandoms: 역대급 영지 설계사 - 문백경 | The Greatest Estate Developer - BK_Moon (Webnovel), 역대급 영지 설계사 | The Greatest Estate Developer (Webcomic)
01 Feb 2026
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Lloyd debated if the fake marriage scheme was the stupidest idea he ever had.
Given all the options, it was really the only choice.In which Lloyd and Javier accidentally approach a fake marriage scheme with a little more gusto than they intended.
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07 Oct 2025
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In order to get these nobles to stop arguing, we need to get them to truly believe I got betrothed because of personal reasons by the Winter Ball. Additionally, we either need to convince our poisoner of our status, or enrage them further to smoke them out. If we want to push the scheme harder… Well. Javier’s already made his case.
And there was no better place to test the waters than in front of a new ally.
Trust, huh?
Lloyd gulped.
“About what we talked about before,” Lloyd started slowly, looking to the side, not quite on Javier’s face.
Javier’s eyes jumped to him, contemplation interrupted.
“At the party,” Lloyd clarified.
Javier waited. Lloyd grumbled.
“More demonstrations, right?” Lloyd hedged, managing to force himself to look at Javier.
Javier blinked. Then nodded coolly.
“Yes.”
It was an agreement and approval. Lloyd rubbed the back of his neck.
Oh, to heck with it.
“Fine. But get down here – I’m not going to tiptoe for a cheek kiss,” he groused, fighting back the feeling of his face warming again.
Javier paused for a moment, taking him in, silver hair spilling to the side as he tilted his head in consideration.
Then he stood up on his tiptoes to make himself taller.
“Wha–” Lloyd gaped at the smug look facing back at him. The audacity! “You absolute rascal, get back here!”
The scuffle of the century began as Lloyd kept trying to grab onto a lapel, cravat, anything, only to miss as an amused Javier dodged up, down, and all around, easily sidestepping Lloyd as he grew more and more irritated. A full minute into this, Lloyd finally let out a strangled yell, and Javier bent over to laugh, boisterous and full. Lloyd snapped an arm over his shoulders and grabbed Javier’s entire face, making him laugh harder, and planted as obnoxious a kiss as possible to the cheek in front of him. Irritated satisfaction filled him with his success as the shoulders under his arm shook with laughter, both his hand and the face squished within it warm.
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and dawn comes, you’re there lying with me by sarosficial
Fandoms: 崩坏：星穹铁道 | Honkai: Star Rail (Video Game)
04 Oct 2025
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Then, when he had finally gathered the courage to get closer, the sounds of laughter had slowed him again. He quietly watched through a small hole in the wall separating him and the outside area as his friends set the table and bantered loudly with each other. Their happiness radiated off of them in waves, a balm on the persistent gloominess of their situation.
Phainon couldn’t bring himself to ruin it.
After the trauma of Irontomb, Phainon is under the impression that the other Chrysos Heirs need to stay away from him. After all, who would want to be near someone who had killed them in thirty-three million lifetimes?
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05 Oct 2025
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“Just as we spent time with him,” she repeats, “We want to spend time with you. Or else we wouldn’t have invited you.”
“You all are kind, Castorice,” he says slowly, voice quiet, “You would have.”
She frowns, eyebrows furrowing. That look stirs guilt in Phainon’s chest. “Perhaps,” she says after a moment, “but Cyrene would never let us lie to you like that.”
Phainon blinks. “…If she believed she was saving me from a more dreadful mental state, she might.”
Her eyes narrow. “Professor Anaxa would have a conniption if we allowed you with us while he was upset with you.”
“He has his conniptions quite a bit.”
“Aglaea is very defensive of us, you know. If she was upset with you, you’d hear of it.”
“Aglaea has other things to worry about right now.”
“I’m hungry, Phainon,” Castorice finally says, sighing. “Will you please come out there with me?”
He can’t quite turn her down again, not without crying his own tears, and that would be infinitely more embarrassing than being asked to leave. But… “Have you not already eaten? I saw the table being set earlier.”
Castorice’s lips lift into a sad smile. “We were waiting for you.”
And doesn’t that really just seal the deal.
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Φίλος, do not deny the dawn by izabellwit
Fandoms: 崩坏：星穹铁道 | Honkai: Star Rail (Video Game)
01 Aug 2025
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“Let us be the Deliverer together, partner.”
The Trailblazer speaks these words as an oath. But this is not just a promise to that unblemished past—but also to the tarnished future. The Flame Reaver of 33, 550, 337th cycle is not prepared for this.
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28 Sep 2025
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Maybe it’s cruel to do it like this. 33 million cycles; shit like that can’t be repeated over and over without some serious compartmentalizing, yeah? Especially given—and Caelus carefully doesn’t look at where Cyrene’s body had fallen, where the shadow of her golden blood lies near-invisible in the shifting wheat—well, there’s a reason Phainon’s done it this way. Caelus does actually get that.
The problem is, even if Caelus knows this, logically… emotionally, they just can’t do it. Phainon is—he’s sweet, for one thing, and also he’d called them the hero of his heart and his partner and his friend, and that regard had weighed so heavy. Not in a bad way, per se, just… in a way that makes Caelus want to treat it gently. Few people look at Caelus and see them like that; make a choice you won’t regret, Kafka had once said, and Caelus has taken those words and applied them to choices both severe and silly. Phainon saw all those silly choices too—he knows exactly what Caelus is like. He’s placed this heart in their hands anyway.
It’s still cruel, perhaps. But if there’s any hope of Phainon leaving this tragic story with any of the joy that once lived so easily on his face, then something of those 33 million memories he’ll bear should be gentle.
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Doctor, the problem's in my chest by eggio
Fandoms: 崩坏：星穹铁道 | Honkai: Star Rail (Video Game)
11 Nov 2025
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Sampo Koski plans to hide out in a hidden shack far out in the cold plains, away from Belobog and the former-client who wants him dead; he doesn’t expect to find the Silvermane Captain, injured and unconscious in the snow, left for dead by some elusive unseen fragmentum creature the Silvermane Guards had been hunting down.
But now Sampo is stuck in the middle of nowhere, trying to keep the both of them alive as a snowstorm keeps them pinned down, all the while wondering why the hell he didn’t even think twice about saving Gepard in the first place.
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11 Sep 2025
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There's the sound of blankets and sheets shuffling, Gepard scowling as he looks to see Sampo moving to sit on the edge of the bed. "What do you think you're doing?" Gepard says sternly, glimpsing down at the bandaged feet pressed gingerly against the floor. "Lay back down. You're not supposed to put any weight on your feet, not without Natasha here to supervise you."
Sampo scoffs, rolling his eyes in a theatrical way that Gepard can't miss. "I'm not doing anything! You have so little trust in Sampo Koski, hmm? You have no faith in m—"
"Of course I trust you. Absolutely, Sampo." That renders Sampo speechless, a flash of shock cutting through his smarmy expression, clearly taken aback. Gepard had blurted it out without really thinking, a little too caught on Sampo's words even though he said it in jest. But he means it, doesn't even question or hesitate on how honestly he can say it.
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Accomplishments of a Doomed Crown Prince by quags1re
Fandoms: 崩坏：星穹铁道 | Honkai: Star Rail (Video Game)
13 Oct 2025
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spoilers for hsr 3.3
When it comes to predatory, soul-sucking gacha games, Cosmic Impact Rail Zero was probably the worst of the worst. Did it have incredible characters? Yes. An engaging storyline? Double yes. Did it make Mydei want to blow his entire paycheck on weapons and skins and more rolls? Of course it did.
But it also killed off basically every character in the game, including the crown prince that shared Mydei's name– Mydeimos the Undying, Son of Gorgo. How the hell was that even possible?! He literally had undying in his title!?
So when the developers ask for feedback, Mydei goes off on a heated tangent– and finds himself reincarnated as his namesake. You know– the doomed prince, destined for a life of hardship? Destined to die?
Not if Mydei has anything to say about it.
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With the fishermen’s screams as background music, Mydei wrestles its last-remaining tentacle off of the boat and rips it clean from its body. It shrieks, shrivels up, and dies in a pool of its own limbs, too exhausted from the fight to go on.
“Hmph,” Mydei frowns. He's been eating too much squid recently. The next monster that attacks him better be some sort of mutant lobster.
Someone starts to cry. Mydei frowns even harder when he spots the fishermen staring down at him, their faces wet with sea and tears.
Using the squid's humongous body as a bridge, Mydei crawls up its side and climbs onto the boat. There are three– no, four middle aged fishermen on the boat. One of them, the youngest looking one, was clearly half-stuffed into a barrel in an attempt to protect him from the monster.
The prince is expecting them to start screaming at him. Who wouldn't be afraid of the random guy that beat the shit out of the squid terrorizing them?
Instead, they all burst into tears.
“I THOUGHT WE WERE GOING TO DIE!” One screams.
“THANK YOU, OH, THANK YOU, MILORD!”
“I CAN'T BELIEVE WE'RE ALIVE?!”
“Oh, Kephale's tits. I'm going to go home and never go back out to sea!”
“...Is everyone okay?” Mydei asks.
The oldest one, with greying hair and a soft face, smiles and wipes at his face. He must be the captain of the ship. “Yes, milord.”
Mydei nods at them and then turns away, eager to dive off of the boat and avoid conversation, when one of them shrieks.
“IT'S YOU!” The youngest man screams. Mydei whirls around in time to spot him crawling out of the barrel and hitting the deck with a splat.
Should Mydei just leave before he gets wrapped up in whatever he's about to say?
“It's you,” the fisherman repeats, an awed look on his face. “The king.” The prince listens to them all suck in a surprised breath.
Mydei points at himself, confused. All of them nod.
“You must be him! The king of the Sea of Souls!” Another one adds. “...You look so young!”
“Not me,” Mydei says. He is utterly uninterested in small talk. “Goodbye.”
“Wa–wait! Wait wait wait! You must be him! He who protects the lost at sea! Who wrestles the bloodthirsty beasts intent on dragging souls to Death– your face is on the side of our boat!”
Huh. They made legends about anyone and anything in Amphoreus, it seems.
Mydei peers over the side of the ship. Lo and behold, there is a picture of him painted on the side of the boat. It looks rather well done, actually.