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— MEMOIRS OF THE PAST

summary: leaving a topic behind to go check up on sunday worked out well in your favor.

cw: romantic sunday pairing, past romantic dan heng pairing, after 2.7 quest but nothing mentioned, reader is an astral express member, caelus as trailblazer, fluff with an undertone of hurt/comfort | wc: 2k+ | my secret santa gift for @milksnake-tea <3 please read the note at the end

The Express seemed to hum during its “nighttime”. The record Caelus set earlier this morning looping idly, the tune stitched into your memory. Pom-Pom had stopped sweeping around ten minutes ago, Himeko retired to her cabin, Welt had long gone to his own as well for a much-needed rest.

Dan Heng insisted that he assisted March in “helping Caelus decorate his room”. Not that you would raise an eyebrow at him for doing so, those two were bound to have everything turned upside down and on the ceiling if left alone.

Which left only one Express member left, Sunday.

In your opinion, he could rival Dan Heng in measures of silence. At first you weren’t sure if he simply disliked you, but after being around him for more than a month you soon realized he was just like that.

It’s not as if he was cold, though.

The first week he was on the Express, he brought everyone delicacies that he presumed would match everyone’s taste.

He was correct in his judgement.

#writings.#hvntersecretsanta #—stellaronhvnters.#sunday x reader #sunday x you #hsr x reader #hsr x you

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You and Sylus were leaning against a tree, the soft glow of the setting sun warming the air around you. There was something in the way he was looking at you—something different—but you couldn’t quite put your finger on it.

Sylus shifted, stepping a little closer, and you could feel his breath against your skin. “Hey,” he said, his voice a little lower than usual, “there’s something I wanna say.”

Your heart skipped. You turned to face him, a little nervous. “What’s up?”

He hesitated, his eyes searching yours like he was looking for the right words. “I… really like you. Like, more than just friends.”

Your breath caught in your throat. You had a feeling it might be coming, but hearing it still made your chest feel tight. Sylus was so close now, his hand brushing your arm. “I think I’ve wanted to kiss you for a while,” he added, his voice almost a whisper.

Before you could say anything, Sylus reached out, cupping your cheek with one hand, his thumb lightly grazing your skin. His eyes dropped to your lips for a second, and you felt that heat spread between you both.

Without warning, his lips were on yours—soft at first, like he was testing the waters. You didn’t pull away. Instead, you kissed him back, slowly, letting everything else fade away. His lips were warm, and the kiss was soft, but there was an intensity building. You felt his hand slide to your waist, pulling you just a little closer.

When he pulled back, his eyes were dark with something you hadn’t quite seen before. “That... was nice,” he muttered, his breath a little shaky.

You smiled, a little shy, but your heart was racing. “Yeah,” you whispered back, “I think it was.”

Sylus grinned, that playful edge in his smile still there, but there was something more to it now. He leaned in again, this time a little faster, his lips claiming yours again, but this time deeper, a little more urgent. His fingers brushed the back of your neck, pulling you even closer, your bodies pressing together just a little more.

You kissed him back, your hands finding his chest, the feel of his heartbeat matching the rhythm of your own. He pulled away after a moment, just enough to catch his breath. “You make it hard to stop,” he said, his voice low, his lips brushing yours once more.

You laughed softly, your face flushed. “Guess we’ll have to see where this goes,” you whispered, your fingers curling into his shirt.

Sylus smirked, clearly enjoying the playful tension between you. “Oh, I’m sure I’ll be around to find out.”

@bleedsthrough / occtis spits out: " you have to believe me , i didn’t do this ! "

" then why risk showing your face at all? " it took her thirty seconds to spot him, ten to pin him to the cracked cement of the alleyway. her fingers wrap around his neck, nails digging into the soft flesh of his throat. it would be so easy for her to dig them in, to draw blood. it would be the ventrue thing to do. but nessa is not a ventrue. and somewhere in the back of her head, behind the anguish and the rage, behind the beast itself, a small voice poses a question: what if he's telling the truth?

" why are you here, occtis? you really cannot expect me to believe you weren't involved in what he did. " nessa can feel him, squirming beneath her, grasping for some sort of leverage. she presses down harder. " answer me and answer me true or i will rip your throat out! "

#writings.#answered.#bleedsthrough #i warned uuuu

"what was the point of a girl's name," shane asks, phone already extended to show rozanov exactly what his grievances are, "if you're just going to send your dick to me in 4k?" it's a valid question. he's been thinking it for weeks, hopeful that he would remember to ask. he held on to the thought with both hands, all throughout the game, the roaming through the hotel & the finding of the specific door. yes, even after three of his very adequately spaced knocks. @altarcup

because the question means this time he can space out the moment where he gives in; he can pretend he did come here to complain about the picture. he did plan on breaking it off, the nude just another tally on the 'it's a very bad idea' list... though he knows that it won't take long for his resolve to disolve, as it always does, as it is already doing, looking at rozanov, freshly showered, already hanging out in comfortable clothes that shane wants him out of, like, yesterday. "sending unwarranted nudes is rude, rozanov."

#altarcup #writings.#shane hollander.#:)

@pixistic ( tim ) said : (tug) : for SENDER to tug RECEIVER closer by their clothing .

time folds onto itself until there are four of them-- the ones who meet in the middle with no qualms whatsoever, reaching for the other mouth first. demeanor so ravenous & desperate because they have yet to learn shame… and the ones who stay at a safe distance, as if the miles have lessened the hunger, as if the ever-ticking clock has put an end to the desperation.

there's silence, like a cover above their heads (a memory: they're fifteen again & telling each other scary stories, a flashlight beneath their chin). there's a moment spreading itself thin to leave space for an apology she won't give-- neither for leaving, or kissing him, or doing the latter despite being responsible of the former.

her mouth still tastes like him, as quick as the kiss lasted before he stepped away, and she finds herself licking her lips for the remnants to blossom on her tongue. she wants to do it again, she wants to bite into the time they wasted & swallow it whole. she wants to eat him up & not have to let go. but the ball is in his court. will he play? will he fold?

his thumb hooks in her jeans' loop. not an answer, not a lack of one. tim tugs her closer. she goes without resistance, a step into his space & another to end plastered against him. until there's no distance between them-- only years, that stretch on for miles. she waits, lets her breathing ricochet against his, her rising chest meeting him every time.

"what do ya want?", the question is asked with a breath, low & heady, a warning perhaps that any wish shall be granted. "lemme give it to ya."

#pixistic #writings.#verse. yeet your haw #disgusting

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@mosvani said : ❛ we are all useless alone. so its good you're not alone. ❜

there's some sniffling she doesn't try to hide as anything else-- no point in doing so, when their big brown eyes are flooded & the tip of her nose is as cherry-kissed as the apples of her cheeks. they used to hide it, this sentimentality, as to warrant as little ire as possible from auntie ethel. blaiseuse was more benevolent in that aspect, willing to excuse remy's feelings (called it an artist's weakness, made it sound like the gods' had plied her with too many tears to distract from her talents). auntie ethel had loathed it with a passion that usually manifested itself with curses & peach-colored bruises. so in-between wardens, remy learned to adapt.

on the road, though, there is no one to chastize her for being too soft. remy failed at the one thing she ought to do, leading to a disastrous fight gale came out of with a sword at his side (astarion snickering that wizards truly cannot hold their own, only to end for his sentence to cut in half with a pained scoff of his own) others weren't much better-- all because she had been asked something she managed to fuck up. so she had left them, and she had sat under a tree, and she had started crying. as one does.

they do not look up to alanna, shame rather evidently plastered over their features. "i'm worse than useless." a whisper, an admission, something quite similar to a confession, if only it did not wear the sophisticated robe of a statement invented by someone else, adopted by sheer exposure. "perhaps it'd be better", remy hiccups with a cry, her knees hugged tighter against their torso, "if i were alone."

#mosvani #writings.#my favorite crybaby #thank u for this <3

"I think you're in the wrong place." . . . said @fireburial

Standing at the alley's entrance, the night air buzzed with its usual energy. Neon lights from far-off billboards flickered overhead, creating distorted reflections on the slick pavement. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎, 𝚒𝚝𝚜 𝚛𝚑𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚖 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚎𝚝 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚘𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚊 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚕𝚢 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚍. Lucien had lingered in the shadows long enough to become part of the local criminal scene. He was skilled at blending in, but tonight felt different. He sensed a watchful presence. It wasn't just a fleeting thought; it was a sharp awareness.

Someone had been following him for nearly an hour. Lucien narrowed his eyes, yet moved casually — smooth and intentional. He wouldn't let this situation catch him off guard. The footsteps behind him grew louder, but he didn't look back. He didn't need to. Lucien had a knack for reading situations before they fully developed. He noticed a movement and then heard it — a voice that lingered in the air like the opening notes of a song. It wasn't a warning, more of an observation. But the tone carried an urgency that Lucien couldn't dismiss. He felt a shift in the atmosphere that tugged at his awareness. Though he remained still, his mind raced through countless possible scenarios. This was no coincidence, especially with someone like that now in front of him. He could see how the man held himself, how the shadows seemed to cling to him, and how the air grew heavier in his presence.

𝙸𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚍𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛 𝙻𝚞𝚌𝚒𝚎𝚗 𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚐𝚗𝚒𝚣𝚎𝚍. The moment stretched between them, a pause filled with tension. He could hear his own heartbeat, steady and calm, as he weighed his options. He didn't need to see the man's face to know this was no ordinary encounter. This wasn't a petty thief or a run-of-the-mill thug. This was someone who had experienced the darker side of life, who understood the power that lurked in the shadows. "You think I'm in the wrong place?" Lucien echoed, his voice low and composed, as if the words were simply part of the night's rhythm. He was testing the waters, trying to gauge how far this interaction might go. "I'm exactly where I need to be." His sharp eyes scanned the stranger, his mind racing to figure out who — or what — this person was. This man wasn't a novice; he exuded a sense of experience. The way he stood, the way he carried himself, it was something more. "If you're trying to warn me, I'd suggest you be more straightforward." Lucien's voice held a knowing tone, and for a moment, a dangerous smile spread across his face. "But if you're here to stop me from whatever I'm doing…" The silence lingered longer than necessary, but Lucien maintained his gaze. He wouldn't let the other man dictate the terms of this encounter just yet. This wasn't just another street punk looking to provoke him. "Tell me," he said softly, "Why are you coming after me?"

#fireburial #WRITINGS.