the moon is warm

hello, please call me moon, or moonsaver.

I now have a blog on AO3 – my user is Moonsaving.

I use she/her pronouns, and am cis-female. I am an INFP, 5w4 and phlegmatic. My favorite food is ice cream. My favorite color is bottleneck green and payne's grey

I am a feminist + I am pro-palestine. I am NOT A TERF.

Fandoms i write for, so far:

- Genshin Impact [excluding the natlan characters]

- Honkai Star Rail

- [Maybe] Twisted Wonderland

- 14 days with you

- The Kid at The Back

Trigger/Content warnings + other cautions;

None of the characters i write for, are owned by me and neither do i claim any ownership over them. All of my works are simply fiction.

Life should not imitate art – I do not condone the acts of violence, stalking, or any toxic behaviors involved in my writing in real life. It is all completely fiction. If you or someone you know exhibits similar behaviors, do not enable it and reach out for help. It is not normal outside of fiction. FICTION SHOULD NOT EDUCATE YOU, NOR IS IT INTENDED TO BE LEARNT FROM UNLESS EXPLICITLY SAID SO.

On that note – I mainly write yanderes. Writing that contain yanderes may include stalking, violence, suggested noncon or dubcon, etc.. please be mindful while scrolling through my blog. Feel free to block me if my works disturb you.

Do not repost my writing anywhere without my permission. The characters and the setting does not belong to me, but the fanfiction does. Please do not post these works anywhere, nor use them as data to feed AI. If you might recognize my writing somewhere, please inform me immediately.

Rules for requesting

No nsfw. Suggestive is fine.

Yandere x reader is welcomed here. (Not all works will necessarily be yandere).

only character x reader. Unfortunately, I am not interested in character x character.

child reader and child characters can only have platonic requests. No yandere can be requested for these.

Incest, step-cest and age gaps are not allowed here. It's just a personal preference, no hard feelings.

I mainly write gender neutral and fem reader. Please specify, or i may assume it myself.

I will write how i please if not specified. Hcs, scenarios, drabbles, imagines.. anything is welcome.

On that note, i do not necessarily do matchups. If we happen to be friends or personally know each other, I might. I simply write as I feel.

i take time. Im just lazy.

feel free to send prompts, although i may not be able to implement it well.

The rest of the crew is sound asleep when Dan Heng appears at your door, holding a cup of coffee in one hand, and a book in another. He's always in your presence, quietly so, but ever close. He breaks the silence softly; "I miss you", he says. Ever since he found you, like a seedling of gold held in the empty, dark cusp of the universe's palms, hidden away by evernight. The loneliness of never being near has continued, despite the closeness. "Stay close", he says, a smile on his face, tenderness seeping into the dulcet of his voice. He allows himself liberation; traces patterns over the skin of your back like constellations. Lulls you to sleep with planetary systems and star maps, lips grazing your forehead the way the moon dips on dark waters.

When Dan heng loves, it's sweet, and lingering. The way a moon allows herself to truly shine when the night is the darkest. The way he watches the curve of your lips, or the slant of your back, like etching into stone, until he memorises these memories. His hand always hovering, fingers only a breath away from touching your skin as he asks silently. His love seeps into you like vines into cobblestone. Time has only nourished what he feels for you.

When your head slumps over his shoulder, he promises one thing to himself – no matter the tides of fate that push and pull, he will forever stay tied to you, like the moon to her seas.

Phainon loves like the day.

He doesn't cry when you embrace him, allow the exhaustion to make his body shudder. He hugs, tightly, with strength thats almost a little too much. "Go only where I can see you", he says, sweat thumbing his furrowed brow with worry. When he watches over you, it feels heavy; duty and passion intertwining like lichen. You watch him struggle and tear, yet always end up on his knees in front of you. He kisses your palms, lets your fingers trace the alter of his chest, the pillar of his throat. Lets only you hold the lone flame when you carry it up the ruins of his soul into his cold, shut heart. The sear of his skin when you hold him close, breathless yet burning all the same; the Sun never lets up, after all.

But he's gentle. Peppers kisses on the side of your neck when you stir in your sleep, pressing his lips to the cartilage of your ear as he whispers for you to wake; gentle like the early morning Sun. His hands find yours underneath the covers, warm and all encompassing as they squeeze and press between each knuckle. He loves like the evening Sun – honeyed eyes always looking at you with all the love they can bear, drunken on the sweetness of your silhouette, watching the routine of you decompress from the day. Do what you want, as long as he can see you.

We all know and love our spiderman au phainon, but have we considered a venom au for him???

I don't recall at any time during the quest where phainon was actually happy about being a deliverer, nor proudly proclaiming it. Mydei acknowledges the heavy burden of that title in the Exotale. The title itself is not lauded nor prideful the way titles like "heroes" are thrown, nor acknowledged the way the other flamechasers' terms are. It just.. exists, at minimum. And at maximum its said to be a heavy burden or described adjacent.

Phainon's wish was to fulfil everyone else's wishes. But did that ever mean by becoming the deliverer?

Audata and Heironymus have a son, and the people of the village drop by to see him. He has chubby red cheeks, and his mother's hair. He does not have blue eyes. Or maybe he does. The village elders laugh as they say "he takes after his mother". Audata and Heironymus remain undecided on a name, so everyone calls him 'boy'. The boy grows bare feet on the village soil, wields his father's farming tools like swords. The village daughter does not tell him he is a deliverer. Or maybe she isn't here; "on a long journey abroad, our girl" they say. He is simply their guardian – only Aedes Elysiae's protector. But he does not need to protect anymore, for another deliverer watches over them. He sleeps soundly under the silent whispers of Oronyx's prayers, elderly hands resting on his tuft of white hair. He becomes the village's reliable handyman — "that farmer's boy" they so lovingly call him. Children use his arms as monkey bars, and all he does is laugh. All he does is laugh, pour another glass of olive juice, and bask in his mother's affections, as she tells him, "the next harvest is coming soon". He stays here, forever protected under the orange sky of Aedes Elysiae.