my headcanons for pet names the chrysos heirs would use:
hyacine - sweetie, love, sunshine (because you brighten her day). willing to get a little silly with it and call you her teddy bear or cupcake, even if such cutesy names fit her even more!
castorice - dear, beloved, my love. very classical endearments you'd find in literature (most of her exposure to romance comes from books). said very shyly like she's not used to even thinking it.
hysilens - sea butterfly, fish food, small fry, angelfish, starfish, little crab, seabird. clownfish if you're silly. less flattering endearments depending on what kind of ocean creature she's assigned you. it's always out of love though because everything that's part of the sea has its charms.
cerydra - does giving you your own special title count as a pet name. dux cordium? dux amorum perhaps? one of the heirs who isn't necessarily keen on pet names; her esteem for you is evident in other ways.
aglaea - beloved, my sweet, my love, my dearest heart, my other half. however she can convey that you mean everything to her, and she is undone without you. as the heir of romance she has many kind words for you.
evernight - her dearest memory. one of the few things in this universe that is solely evernight's to keep and cherish.
cipher - babe, baby, kitten. her most precious treasure. her beloved chicken sandwich (JOKE)
cyrene - runs the whole gamut of endearments but specifically angel, honey, dearest, darling. for once, the story of her words isn't quite enough to express all her feelings for you, but she'll keep trying anyway.
phainon - my love. seems like he'd bashfully call you babe or sweetheart or honey. similarly to hyacine, you too are his daylight, but also his moon and stars.
anaxagoras - beloved, dearest, dear. keeps it remarkably simple, however his love for you is anything but. often just uses your name because it's just as important as any endearment to him.
mydei - mostly uses your name, however one day he'll unexpectedly call you darling and leave you feeling shocked and flustered about it. not so much reliant on the words to convey his love but it is still apparent when he speaks highly of you in his very proud, noble way.
*not in any way limited to these, i encourage you to make your own headcanons for your ships too ^^
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synopsis: general headcanons for them with a Foxian s/o :D
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warnings/tags: none! / headcanons, fluff, general silliness, gn reader, reader bites in 2 out of 4 parts because i said so, this will flop and that is okay
including: Aventurine, Sunday, March 7th, Tingyun
AVENTURINE thought you were part cat for the first two weeks. no, seriously. he spent fourteen days teasing you about laser pointers and going pspsps when he wanted your attention. it was actually only when you were offended by his gift of some chocolates that he realized your features were vulpine, not feline (…and that his well-intentioned gift was basically an offer to make you physically sick). in his defense, there aren’t many obvious visual differences between the two. anyway, good luck dealing with his “affections”; if you thought he was touchy before you gave him the go-ahead to pet you, you think he’s insufferable now. on the bright side, he doesn’t take it personally when you give him warning bites. truth be told, he enjoys them a little too much.
SUNDAY is by far the most respectful person on this list. he won’t touch your ears or tail without asking—for a while, at least. he might begin to give in to temptation once you let him know it’s fine to touch, though even then he’s gentle, just giving you a light stroke or pet every now and then. please initiate a similar form of affection towards his wings; he’s usually a bit too shy to ask you himself, but he enjoys the simple intimacy of it. note: if you’re careful enough with how you treat his wings, he might let you preen them, so it is advisable to not try to take one of his feathers as a souvenir.
to be completely honest, MARCH 7TH needs to be sedated. Dan Heng has to half-pry her off you most of the time because of her cuteness aggression—she means no harm, but there are times where she forgets you aren’t a stuffed animal and squishes your poor ears in the tightest surprise hug known to man. she definitely minds if you bite her in self-defense, but if it’s only a playful chomp she’s more than willing to risk returning it with one of her own. the type to hug your tail instead of you whenever you sleep together.
TINGYUN could not possibly be more thrilled to have a partner with Foxian features just like hers. speaking of, tail-care sessions are a must—Tingyun puts a lot of effort into taking care of her own tail, so of course she’s more than willing to help you take care of yours; you better believe she’s devoting a portion of her excess funds to combs and brushes as well as other products just for you. oh, and you know how real foxes use their tails for warmth? her new favorite sleeping position is whichever one lets you drape your tails over one another.
a/n: Aventurine’s bit might be a little confusing if you’re like me a week ago and didn’t know chocolate is apparently toxic to Foxians, so here’s a screenshot from the hsr wiki to help prove i am not making shit up. that being said, thank you for reading <3
₊˚⊹♡ Summary: Blade is infuriated by you. You’re so sweet and he hates that you won't leave his mind. The worst part is that you know it and you're so coy about it. You have no qualms with divulging your interest in him, romantically, as you always love to insist. Unfortunately for him, the other Stellaron Hunters are very fond of the idea of a couple amongst the Stellaron Hunters.
₊˚⊹♡ Pillow Talks: Believe it or not this was inspired by the song ‘What You Got’; by Colby O’Donis & Akon. The title is inspired by of one of the lines from the song. I hope you guys like this!!
Masterlist
Blade remembers the day you joined the Stellaron Hunters vividly.
It was the same as any other day, except this time a new member was joining the Stellaron Hunters.
Blade took no particular interest in you at first glance. Unbeknownst to him, you were drawn to him at first glance.
"Hi Blade! My name is-" "I know." He interrupted your introduction as he really wasn't in the best of moods today. Yet you took this in stride as you continued to introduce yourself. "I had the opportunity to talk with Kafka and Firefly today! I wanted to talk to Silverwolf too, but she told me that you get really lonely and I should talk to you instead. Is this true?" Blade internally sighed at Silverwolfs obvious meddling. "No, I don't." He thought his short and simple response would be enough to end the conversation, but you insisted on talking to him.
In fact, you wound up spending the rest of the evening talking to him. No matter what reply he gave, Blade found you stuck to his side like glue. He was sure this was just a result of your curiosity. You probably wanted to get to know each Stellaron Hunter on your own terms, and when you realized he wasn't much for conversation you would leave him be.
He quickly learned how wrong he was.
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Ever since you joined the Stellaron Hunters you've all but inserted yourself into his life. From insisting on accompanying him on missions to spending the majority of your free time with him.. Blade has had more than his fill of you.
However, despite his initial apprehension, he's found you to be oddly... sweet.
Everything you've done for him is not for your personal gain, but for his own well being. You insist on making him drink enough water and eating an acceptable amount of food.
He's forced to obey your incessant demands to avoid being reprimanded by you. He's found it's more pleasant to be on the receiving end of your smile in comparison to your frown.
Now, you insist on fixing his "damaged hair" as you like to proclaim.
This has led to weekly sessions of you basically pampering him as you dutifully wash his hair with shampoo, conditioner, and a 'treatment' as you like to call it.
"Hi Bladie!" Your cheerful greeting has become part of his daily routine. You've taken it upon yourself to ensure he took care of himself. He never bothered to ask why, but he goes along with it since he doesn't have the energy to refuse you anymore.
"Hmm, your hair looks much healthier. I think the treatments are working. What do you think, Bladie?" You purposefully enunciate his nickname with a sugary sweet tone as you coax him to lie on his back. "That's something I wouldn't be able to tell." His response was terse and simple, yet he saw the way it made you pause. He could see the light in your eyes as your lips formed an 'o' in surprise.
This was the first time he's responded to you with more than three words. He watches with a weary heart as your expression of surprise slowly morphs into one of uncontained excitement. "Oh? So you do enjoy my company. Otherwise you wouldn't have bothered to respond, right? ...You know what Blade, I think I'm starting to like you." Your tone of voice conveys your sincerity as your hand reaches for the shampoo bottle you bought just for him.
Blade remains unruffled on the outside, but in truth he doesn't know how to respond to your words.
You're oddly endearing when you're doting on him, but he'll never admit it since it'll only serve as new material for you to tease him with. Instead he chooses to close his eyes as your fingers work their supposed magic on his scalp.
To his surprise he wakes up as you're drying his hair. As his heavy lidded eyes slowly blink open he hears your voice humming a soft tune as you continue to dry his hair for him.
"Ah, your awake sleepy head." Your teasing falls on deaf ears. Blade has trouble comprehending the fact he fell asleep with someone nearby, and without having one of his recurrent nightmares for that fact.
"Blade?" Your voice sounds soft and enticing to Blade's ears; He finds himself drawn to your voice in his sleepy state. He slowly tilts his head upwards to look at you, and he swears you've never looked this way before.
You never looked so..
He refused to finish the thought as he replies, "Yes?" To your inquisition. Your eyes light up with that familiar glimmer of joy as a knowing, coy smile lifts the corner of your lips.
"Remember what I told you earlier? I really think I like you. Romantically, I mean."
Silence fills the room.
Blade blinks at you slowly, akin to a drowsy owl rousing from sleep, as the silence envelopes the two of you like a suffocating hug.
Blade slowly blinks at you once more before he abruptly turns his head to the side to look away.
An awkward cough escapes his lips.
He doesn't respond.
You don't take his lack of a response personally as you opt to finish drying his hair, humming an upbeat tune as you complete your self assigned task.
Blade only has one thought on his mind as you finish.
Why...
Why is his heart beating faster?
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"Blade?"
"..."
"Blade?"
"..."
"Bladdeee?" This time, you maneuver yourself to block his path and force yourself into his point of view. A low grunt is the only acknowledgement you receive from Blade as he finally stops walking to stare at you. "Oh Blade, how can you be so cruel? I just want to talk to you." Your words reek of exaggeration as much as they are a faux pretense of innocence. Your theatrics are enunciated by your disarming smile in Blade's direction.
Unfortunately for him, Blade finds himself drawn to your smile.
This seems to be a common recurrence for him.
"What is it? Do we really need to talk this much to complete the mission?" Blade's tone is gruff and filled with faux ire. He frowns in an attempt to dissuade you from continuing the conversation.
Of course you happily ignore his frown as you invade his personal space. You lean into him, your face a bit closer to his as your lips form an infuriating smirk.
"Oh Blade, you know I love talking to you. I couldn't resist the urge even if I tried." That infatuating, familiar smirk of yours only serves to fuel his annoyance. He simply clicks his tongue as he moves around you to start walking again.
He isn't surprised when you fall into step beside him. He still isn't surprised when you loop your arm with his, leaning your head against his shoulder as your pace easily falls into stride with his.
He loathes the way his heart reacts to your close proximity; he ignores his increased heart rate as he keeps his eyes focused ahead of him. He looks anywhere but in your direction.
The last time he looked at you when you were this close it felt like his heart was going to explode.
It was a foreign feeling; another new experience your presence in his life has bestowed onto him.
Instead of delving deeper to determine the cause of these feelings he's opted to ignore them.
It's easier that way.
"So Bladie... do you like the roles we were assigned to play? I, for one, am very excited to play the role of your loving wife." Blade can only muster a sigh as he recalls the conversation that took place the day before.
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A meeting between the Stellaron Hunters was taking place, but it felt less like a meeting and more like an informal gathering. Silverwolf opted to play her games on the couch as you eagerly discussed plans with Kafka and Firefly.
The Stellaron Hunters needed a way in without drawing too much attention to themselves and Kafka had the perfect idea on how to do this.
"How about you and Bladie put on disguises and enter the establishment as newlyweds? It's a perfect cover up. This is a popular honeymoon spot, and the two of you can wear disguises." Kafka's subtle suggestion is anything but subtle. Blade purposefully ignores her pointed gaze as your eyes light up with obvious excitement.
It was obvious you were quite fond of Kafka's suggestion. Firefly takes the opportunity to excitedly chime in. "I think that sounds like a wonderful idea! Aren't you silverwolf?" Firefly fails to be subtle as she pointedly looks in Silverwolf's direction.
Silverwolf doesn't pause her game, but her eyes lift up to look in your direction before she gives a silent nod of approval.
All that was left was for Blade to agree to the plan.
Blade was dumbfounded on how this idea even came to be, but he couldn't find it in himself to reject the proposed plan. With a feigned lack of interest Blade's simple retort was, "Fine."
Lo and behold, now the two of you begin your next mission as newly weds.
Blade's heart races uncontrollably in his chest as you rest your head against his arm. As an added result to your close proximity, Blade's nose picks up your familiar scent.
Your scent has become a source of comfort for Blade. It was unavoidable really; the two of you spend so much time together that it would be odd if he didn't find some sort of comfort being by your side.
So, despite his body's odd reaction to your touch, Blade finds himself at ease as the two of you check in and reach your location with no problem.
Blade notices your demeanor suddenly shifts as you two navigate the crowded area. Blade isn't fond of crowds himself but he does fine with a group of people. He tends to stick to himself as everyone else enjoys themselves.
However, it doesn't take a genius to notice how uncomfortable you are right now. You cling tighter to Blade; your body is practically glued to his side as your eyes glue themselves to the floor.
Blade watches you for a moment. He's never seen you so out of your element before.
He can't say he enjoys the sight of you like this.
"Look at me." Blade surprises himself when he mutters those words, but it's too late to take them back.
You hesitate for a moment before your gaze tears itself from the floor to look into his eyes. "Yes?" Your response is unusually short and it lacks your usual teasing tone.
Blade carefully considers his next words that never come. Instead he draws you impossibly closer to him; he unlinks your arms in favor of firmly grasping your hand in his.
He maneuvers through the crowd with ease to guide you to a secluded area absent of prying eyes. He sees the surprise in your eyes as they look at him, but he also sees the underlying trust you have for him within your gaze.
He smirks as a thought forms in his mind.
You can be good at following directions when you want to be.
Once he confirms the two of you are alone, he cages you between his arms as you look up at him. He's met with a rare sight; for once you're the one blinking at him in surprise.
"You listen well. You kept your eyes on me the whole time." Blade's lips form a smirk as he takes in your expression that morphs into one of annoyance. "Oh hush." Your words lack bite as you lean into his chest, hiding your face from view.
Blade's eyes widen as goosebumps rise on his skin. "Thank you." Your words are muffled but decipherable. "...Don't mention it." Blade's words are quiet, but it's undeniable they're full of care.
Blade debates on teasing you as you do it to him all the time, but he can't bring himself to. Not when you're so close to him like this.
Instead he waits for you to collect yourself, shielding you from everyone and providing a safe space until you're ready to delve back into the crowd.
This time, your hands search for each other as you re-enter the crowd.
Blade pretends not to notice your smile aimed in his direction.
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"I think we'd make a great couple, don't you? This mission proved what I already knew was true. We completed our tasks with ease and no one suspected we were Stellaron Hunters!" Your cheerful voice drifts from the bathroom as Blade lies on your shared bed for the evening.
He stares blankly up at the wall as he wonders how he ended up in this situation.
He knows you requested a room with two beds, despite posing as newly weds, yet the two of you are sharing a room with one bed.
He knows you didn't purposefully pick a room with one bed. Even though you make your affection for him quite obvious you never put him in situations he'd feel uncomfortable in.
You have no problems backing off if you sense his discomfort.
If Blade's being honest, the way you dote on him and keep his comfort in mind only serves as fuel for these foreign feelings to grow.
"I'm sure your affectionate nature had something to do with it." Blade responds. You exit the bathroom in a comfy set of pajamas.
You don't hesitate to lie down beside him on the bed, but instead of staring at the ceiling you stare at him.
"I can sleep on the couch if that makes you more comfortable. I'm sorry we didn't get a room with two beds. I can call and-" "Don't worry about it. I don't need much sleep." Blade's matter of fact response causes a pout to surface on your lips.
"That's not good. Considering what I know about you I can understand why but.. still.." Your voice slowly trails off. Blade glances at you, and he can tell your mind is working overtime to come up with a solution.
"Sleep here. I'll keep watch in case we tipped someone off." Blade moves to get up from the bed, but your hand darts out to grasp his arm.
He could easily shake you off, but something stops him from doing so.
"If you can't sleep then can you at least stay here with me until I fall asleep? Please? If you're okay with that it'd mean a lot." Your voice is quiet and laced with exhaustion. You two did have an eventful day, and he knows you also tend to have trouble sleeping at times..
"Alright." Blade isn't sure why he relents so easily, but he does.
Your happy smile is confirmation that he made the right decision.
He lies down comfortably beside you as he watches you snuggle up under the soft blankets. "Do you want to join me?" Your invitation elicits a soft chuckle from Blade.
"You know I don't need to." "You know I don't care, come on, stop being so difficult. Come here." You scootch back and motion for him to get off the bed for a moment.
He obliges, and you lift the blanket for him to join you.
He stares at you for a long time. He doesn't know why, but he wants to join you. He really does.
Rather than deny what he knows is the truth, he quietly slides under the soft blankets to lie by your side. Your giddy smile brings warmth to Blade's cheeks.
Your eyes take on that mischievous glint as your face moves closer to his. "Is that a blush I see on your face, Bladie? Who knew I had that effect on you?" Your voice is as teasing as it is alluring.
He doesn't deny your claim, opting to roll his eyes in an attempt to brush you off. This seems to only fuel your fervor. Almost as if you've gained a second wind, your demeanor shifts to one of excitement as you lift your thumb to gently graze his cheek.
"Oh Blade, you look so pretty right now." A wistful sigh leaves your lips as you blatantly admire him.
Blade closes his eyes. If he doesn't, his heart might burst out of his chest.
He feels you lean in, closing the distance between you two. To your shared surprise he doesn't turn away or give you any indication to back off.
Rather, his hand finds your hip to pull you closer.
"I hate the way you tease me." Blade's voice is gruff as he slowly peeks his eyes open.
He's met with a beautiful sight.
His eyes widen as he takes in your flushed expression. Your lips are parted and your eyes gleam with unspoken affection.
Despite his words, Blade's eyes remain fixed on your parted lips. His hand slowly trails up your side, up your arm, to rest against your hand that's frozen in place against his cheek.
"I hate the way you tease me." He whispers the words again, but every time he does it sounds less and less convincing. His eyes take on a shine you've never seen before, and his chest rises and falls at a faster pace than before.
Without the two of you realizing it, the distance between your lips has shrunk.
Blade's gaze remains focused on your lips, even as your eyes stare deeply into his. "Your lips are dry." Blade's words catch you off guard, and you quickly lick your lips to wet them.
The moment your tongue retreats into your mouth Blade's lips crash against yours.
A noise of surprise leaves you as Blade's lips roughly caress yours.
It's sudden, but not unwelcome. In fact, your heart ricochets against your ribcage as you close your eyes. Your fingers grasp his soft, long strands as your heart flutters in your throat.
You two share a long passionate kiss as Blade's arm wraps around you, holding you close as he savors the feeling of your lips against his.
When you pull away for air, Blade's intense gaze is the first thing to greet you.
You take the opportunity to catch your breath, and you notice Blade's erratic breathing mimics yours.
Once you have enough air to speak the first words out of your mouth are, "I really like you, Blade. Romant-" "Romantically. I know." Blade finishes your statement for you as an attractive, knowing smirk accompanies his words.
"I think I really like you too. Romantically." Blade doesn't give you a chance to respond as his lips chase yours once more.
You two spend the next few hours enjoying each other's company as you periodically share sweet, indulgent kisses between the two of you.
Eventually exhaustion takes over and you fall asleep. To Blade's relief he falls asleep shortly after you do.
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You groan as your eyes slowly open. You stretch your stiff limbs as your mind slowly wakes up.
A soft chuckle reminds you that you aren't alone.
You turn to look at Blade. His eyes are soft, and a fond smile lifts the corner of his lips.
"Sleep well?" This time you're the one being teased as Blade wipes a bit of drool that escaped from the corner of your lips.
You would feel embarrassed if Blade wasn't looking at you with such affection in his eyes.
"I did, thanks to you. Did you..." Blade nods in confirmation to your unspoken question, and that giddy smile he's come to enjoy lights up your features.
"Oh, I'm so happy! Let's get ready and eat some breakfast. We have to meet up with the others..." You search for your phone, only to find Blades, and check the time.
"...In two hours." You laugh. Blade looks surprised by the sight of his phone. "I haven't seen that in a long time. You girls use it more than I do." Blade shakes his head in amusement as he slowly rises, ready to start the day with you.
"Yeah yeah, come on, we have to hurry! I can't wait to see everyone again!" You make your way to the bathroom, but not before leaving a chaste kiss against Blade's cheek.
His smile reflects the knowing look you give him before you enter the bathroom to get ready.
Blade sighs, knowing the others are going to tease him to no end for the next few days.
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Blade's prediction holds true as Firefly's excited squeal draws the attention of Silverwolf and Kafka.
You and Blade reunite with your fellow Stellaron Hunters, except this time you're holding hands.
Kafka's smirk is enough for him to know a few days is an understatement.
Yet, when he turns to look at you, and your warm smile is the first thing he sees, he realizes he's fine with being teased.
Summary: A very loose kpop demon hunters AU, where you're a demon hunter living in a city with the Chrysos Heirs - a group of the highest ranked demons living as different celebrities, feeding off the love of their fans.
Characters: Mydei, Anaxa, Phainon
Content warnings: Anaxa's role in this AU is very morally grey but that's because this is an AU where they're all demons who consume souls.
Mydei
A well-loved actor, Mydei is untouchable by those who do not work within the celebrity sphere - which is why many dedicated hunters also work as managers, idols, and more.
Being a celebrity yourself means that you're able to compete for the spotlight with said demons, making sure that their influence doesn't spread as wide as they'd like.
You, unfortunately, are only Mydei's newest manager. Meaning that you're too new to do anything risky, lest you get replaced in the blink of an eye. Yet if you do nothing at all, you'd be wasting the chance to sabotage his career from up close.
Doubly-unfortunately, you're really good at your job. And watching you get annoyed at your own effectiveness - making Mydei's life easier and career smooth - amuses him to no end.
He likes to tease, leaning in closer than he should to ask if you've fallen for him in some way. "While you and your hunters might not be able to lay a finger on me... I'm willing to extend the same protection for my beloved manager."
You left the office that day after pasting a long list of expletives on Mydei's door. He doesn't seem very threatened by the idea that a hunter is working so close to him - and has even grown to find your little bursts of repulsion cute.
After feelings do grow (naturally, when one spends enough time with another), you start to get conflicted about how you're used to quiet car rides and silences with Mydei, now. And even small acts of kindness as he gives you his umbrella and walks through the rain, knowing you'd get sick otherwise. Or cancelling an event despite his pushy sponsors, because he knows it'd be a nightmare to reschedule his whole day.
But a demon like him surely can't feel the same way humans do. That's what you convinced yourself. And for a demon that represents Strife - not because he spreads it, but because he was born from it... surely getting attached to the little manager who's now glued to his side is just another cruel twist of fate.
Anaxa
Honestly, being a model is only a side hustle for Anaxa, but it's where most of his followers cropped up. Anaxa doesn't even have his own social media - his entire online presence is run by his fans, most of which have to stalk the city's top university where he likes to visit - sometimes as an invited professor, other times just to cause academic uproar before leaving to his highrise penthouse again.
Anaxa usually uses his fame to lure in test subjects for his 'scientific research' (alchemic things regarding the life-power of souls, that only He's capable of as a demon). It's honestly seen as taboo by his own species, due to how Anaxa also experiments on demon souls (lower-ranked ones who are unfortunate enough to gain the Chrysos Heirs' ire and are dropped off at his doorstep as lab rats).
You are an idol whose manager has managed to plan a fake-dating relationship for, with Anaxa! (This is so that you have the chance to slay him, somehow. His company is unaware that he's a demon, all they know is that you have a 'heavy crush' on the guy and would only sign onto a large deal if they arranged this.)
Clearly he is very unhappy with the idea, as this deal involves him having to spend at least 5 hours with you per week. He tries to shake you off in multiple ways; from being rude to slamming the door in your face to ignoring you in public. But you just won't quit!
Of course, you're playing up the 'helplessly in love' bit to the max, hiding the fact that you're a hunter to the best of your ability until Anaxa gives up, and attempts to 'invite you over' to his place... He plans to simply get rid of you then and there - if not by the usual trick of taking your soul via your affection, then by other means.
After that night however, one could say that your relationship has 'truly' began.
Masks down, teeth bared - let the real games begin.
Phainon
A half-demon who grew up as a human in the countryside for most of his life, Phainon accidentally became an online influencer as he was posting about his adventures about moving to the big city.
He lives as a college student and has gained a reputation for being The Pretty Delivery Guy who works around the city. People love him for his softboy, golden retriever attitude. You think he's just another online celeb, until...
You exit your apartment complex one day just to run into Phainon, who you realize lives on your floor. And aside from his kind and otherwise natural greeting... something feels off about him.
It's only much later when you realize why. His hangouts with Mydeimos, the 'tattoos' along his arms and back.
But why hasn't he reacted to any of the anti-demon wardings you've put around your apartment, even when he delivered a package right to your door?
You seek to investigate this, only to find yourself in a bit of a predicament.
You've never met a demon so docile. And now that he's even helped you fight off a couple of his 'own kind,' the regular ones you're accustomed to hunting, and helped carry you back home without breaking a sweat - you hesitate.
"So you're... half demon?" You ask, watching as Phainon rummages around his living room cupboards for a first-aid kit. Why would he need that? Does he bleed the same as you do?
The way he patches up your wounds and looks up at you in concern makes your heart twinge. Why is he-? He looks like--
A puppy. A samoyed that's peering up at you with his eyebrows scrunched and apologising for dragging you into his mess, because he thinks that the hoard of enemies that cornered you earlier was somehow his fault instead of yours, the hunter's.
Ah. And he hasn't even questioned why you had weapons.
Is this the happy-go-lucky charm that his fans adored him for?
Chapter four: This is why you don’t leave your Aeon unsupervised (In which you get kissed, again)
Warnings: References to violence, mentions of castration (not graphic) heavily not edited (RIP first draft, you will not be remembered)
“Ohoho this is neat!”
“It’s not neat man— more like dead meat.”
“Come on don’t be a downer! Look bro, it’s your very first wanted poster!” Boothill roughly grabbed you closer to him in good spirits as he grinned widely at the paper he’s holding with another hand— specifically, your very first wanted poster.
“I’m happy I have one but the problem is— it looks so…” You cringed, seeing your pose with a chair. Well at least they didn’t get their details wrong. “I don’t know, fuckass??”
Boothill snorted. “Nahhh don’t sweat that darling, it’s your first one after all. You should have seen mine, it’s wayyyy uglier than yours.”
“I didn’t expect to be known as some chair using murderer though.” You mumbled, it wasn’t exactly a complaint considering it was and had been technically your weapon ever since you occasionally roped yourself in Boothill’s shenanigans. “I’m just gonna have to pray the other people in the express won’t look at me weird once they see my face on the news.”
The chances of it happening were slim— you didn’t like media attention, whether it be for the purpose of turning you into a subject fit for a National Geographic™️ documentary or have your entire face on the news. Thankfully you weren’t in the level of a stellaron hunter yet, but damn the IPC sure knew spite.
“I don’t know why they even bothered with putting a bounty on my head, it was just some lackeys I helped you with sending out six feet under— wait, was it because I castrated one of them using the back of my shoe?” You blinked, brows furrowed as you continued to stare at your own poster some more as Boothill cringed and hissed through gritted teeth.
“Probably.” He said— although lacking balls himself, he felt a tinge of sympathy for the poor lad whose jewels you’ve severed using a blade you have very creatively embedded in your shoe. “Some of their folks can get reeaal petty.” He drawled. “Friend of theirs that escaped probably put that bounty on your head because they’re scared they’d be next on the clock chopping board.”
In your end you did say “Say goodbye to deez nuts!” and brutalized that poor poor man so much his friend pissed themselves and peaced out.
“Pffft.” You laughed. “Clock chopping board—“.
“Yeah yeah laugh all you want.” He rolled his eyes. “That aside, you’re a pretty thing. If you go around killing them while accompanying me they’re bound to remember your face.” He tapped you on the cheek lightly.
“Thank you?” You said, unsure.
There’s a ring in the air that you identified to have come from Boothill’s phone.
“Welp, time to go.” He said, snatching a shot glass and downing the last of the whiskey and swallowed the bullet that accompanied it.
“Later darlin’, still got some business to do.”
“Good luck!”
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“It’s nice to finally meet you, time hasn’t been very kind.”
What the fuck?
Green eyes, blond hair and good looks, the man that stood before you was none other than Kirschtaria Wodime— wait no, wrong name and fandom, it’s Otto Apocalypse?? No, you internally shook your head, wrong again.
This bitch was Void Archives, and he’s the source of Welt’s old man yaoi PTSD.
And you were probably going to have a rivalry, because unfortunately for everyone in this train including yourself; he didn’t pretend he was pretentious, he was the pretentious prick.
“Well, hello and nice to meet you I suppose?” You blinked, unsure of how to approach him as you awkwardly extended your hand for a shake. Void Archives took it, surprisingly gentle with how he grasped it before giving it a firm shake.
“Void Archives.” He introduced himself but you already know that, he didn’t though.
“[Name].” You replied.
In your opinion, this man smelled suspicious. Very very suspicious, and a bigger red flag than you. (If he had the face of Otto Apocalypse then it was an automatic sus banner plastered on his profile for you, but the bit— Void Archives, doesn’t know that you know.)
You scowled the moment he was out of the room, clear displeasure displayed into your face as you thought of another way to deal with another shitshow— except the Express was involved. You didn’t know much about what happened, but you do know he caused some not so good shit for everyone.
On the bright side, you would meet Dan Heng.
Dinner was served and pleasantries were exchanged, with you remaining uncharacteristically reserved towards Void Archives. If the other two people in the express noticed this, they don’t speak of it.
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You retreated to your quarters for that night and returned to your true body, surprised to find Yaoshi there with you, sitting idly as if waiting.
“I see that you already have a name.” They smiled sweetly. “And a more formed body too.. yes….this one suits you just fine indeed.” One of their many hands rested on the top of your head, taking a lock of hair in between their fingers as they looked at you with the thousands of their eyes adoringly. “You have grown well, I am glad.”
“Welcome back?” You managed to utter, much like your encounter with the Void Archives, Yaoshi too made you at a loss for words.
“You were waiting for me?” They came closer to you with a pleased expression plastered on their disturbingly ethereal face as you heard the stretching of branches and the sound of limbs being torn off again.
“You did promise you would come back to visit.” You told them. “Were you here for a while?”
“No, but I was watching you.” They shook their head gently. “You spread freedom and sow in seeds of kindness, will you liberate more from suffering?”
“I mean, I don’t like having to see shit like people being constrained. So technically, yes.” You replied to them, and they seemed pleased with that response, holding your waist with another pair of arms, caressing you in a way you would have felt as a maddening and yet detached kind of love had you been a human.
Now that you thought about it, it was no wonder Yaoshi’s followers seemed.. a little crazy.
However their hold on you seemed to be personal. You’re not sure how to feel about that.
“How kind,” They said, voice remaining sweet and expression tranquil as they pulled you closer and closer, til you’re caged in the branches and the thousands of arms— they’re ensnaring you in a hug, or at least you thought it’s a hug.
“You liberate people of their suffering, lessening their burden in the cycle of being.” They sighed like a maiden in love. Briefly, you thought of the man whose balls you severed with the back of your shoe and felt the urge to rebut Yaoshi of what they said, but ultimately chose not to speak as they didn’t seem to tire in adoring you.
You found it a little off putting but you couldn’t judge; they were free to feel anything towards you as much as you were free to think of anything towards them. They were a fellow Aeon, although if you were a mortal, you would have found this interest towards you incredibly terrifying, knowing full well how their love always ends.
While losing yourself to mara and growing branches and leaves in your body wasn’t sexy, you weren’t going to restrict Yaoshi in feeling things, so long as they don’t cause trouble to your little train.
“May you be as free as those whom you chose to be free, Kind Freedom.” The branches receded and so did their arms, with only two hands to cup your face gently. “May we meet again.” After they uttered those words, they kissed you just as they did before when you were just new to the world, then left.
If you were a human, you think you would have just gone cathartic from too many things happening at once, because what the hell was their business in kissing you in the mouth before dipping??
You did remember that Yaoshi said that they felt as if they knew you before, and thinking about it now, were the Aeons acutely aware of you watching when you were playing the game behind the screen?
No, they wouldn’t be. But you’d like to think they could feel your presence, just not identify you.
It was in the simulated universe too, so there was no way unless they actually fully interacted with you outside of it as the Trailblazer. You thought of it some more, recalling past conversations, then you remembered Lan stating your presence felt familiar too.
It still didn’t really explain why Yaoshi would be compelled to kiss you as if you were a lover— but on god, you hoped not. As disturbingly beautiful as your fellow Aeon might be, you’re well aware and lucid enough to acknowledge they’re a big fat red flag.
For a moment, you wondered if they’d ask you to marry them next, worse, they could just tell you you’re married to them and call it a day.
Could Aeons even marry?
There’s a lot for you to think about, but you brushed the thought of a marriage when you remembered the other train passenger— Mr. Blonde Prick. You groaned, at that time not noticing the noise you made was heard by the cosmos.
It was a groan for you, but for the humans who heard it certainly did not sound like it.
You told Welt to shut off the broadcast in the next day the moment you heard a very familiar intro, not wanting to hear your voice documented and broadcasted for everyone to hear again.
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Part I, Part II, Part III, Part IV, Part V (HERE),Part VI, Part VII, Part VIII….
And there we go for this chapter! This is just pure brain vomit but enjoy :33
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A Never Ending Journey (Prologue) // Honkai Star Rail Isekai AU
from Mayaree: a star rail isekai au i've been thinking about for a while now. might not make the fic yet because i'm busy with other things, but have the idea for now. consider it a prologue.
There is a secret lost in the Astral Express Archives: Akivili is merely a regular human. Akivili is not a name pertaining to a single being. It is a title passed down from one human - one being - to another, hidden under the guise that Akivili is merely an Aeon that has a penchant for shape shifting into a mortal form. It is a well-guarded secret among Trailblazers of past days.
Perhaps there really was an Akivili at one point, at the very beginning of it all. A journey is meant to start somewhere, right? But even at the very beginning, it was a mere human who built the train. Not all beginnings are loud, thunderous, and special - sometimes a journey begins from a small dream to see the great heavens and beyond. That one small dream from one small human passes the dream to another.
A guiding light for the other Nameless to believe in, to follow in their footsteps.
When outsiders ask why Akivili changes forms so frequently, the answer is simple - a journey does not end with one person, it does not end until the dream dies, and Akivili's constant change is a symbol of that. Or so they say. The trailblaze continues as long as someone carries the dream.
But at some point in history, in a forgotten Amber Era, the Akivili name is not handed over. There is no longer anyone to accept the title. The last Trailblazer - the last Acting Akivili, in a way - takes the name with them in their departure. Lost to the cosmos.
As Himeko restores the Astral Express and takes on the Path of the Trailblaze, the passing of the Akivili name is a forgotten art. Or maybe an unneeded one. As the Astral Express takes on more passengers, the Nameless know where they need to go - they have chart their own course.
However, the Name of Akivili is also a calling. A need for guidance in traversing the vast stars and tied fates. And at the addition of a Nameless carrying a stellaron in their core joins the trailblazing journey, Akivili is summoned once more.
This new Akivili carries the face of the original, of the very first. The face of the Player. After all, a game only truly begins when the Player starts their journey in this new world. And in that way, did you not build the Express with your own hands?
Once more, Akivili is a passenger of the Astral Express, meant to lead the Nameless.
Welcome home, Akivili.
Oh, how the Trailblaze has waited for you.
from Mayaree: I'll be calling this AkiviliPlayer!Reader AU for easier hashtag
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Disclaimer: Characters are not mine and belong to their respective creators. Their portrayal is merely my own interpretation of them and may not be accurate to their intended characterization. I stake no claim to the original works, only to the ideas and plot of the fictitious stories I’ve written them int
note; og idea — this felt so awkward writing this.... i always write stuff from my perspective to get a sorta realistic and reasonable outcome(? does it make sense yet) but bro— :((
“where are you going?”
just as you had already stood up, dan heng was instantly alerted by the sudden emptiness from your spot of the shared bed. his eyelids threatening to close once again, he still had enough energy to look over his shoulder to gaze at your standing figure.
“uh, to get some water?” you respond, though it sounds uncertain as if you're answering to dan heng's question with another question. “I'm just somewhat thirsty,”
he simply stares at you for some second when a soft sigh escapes his lips, sitting up from his lying position and cups his palms together into the shape of bowl — eventually summoning in water, filling up the empty space of his palms using cloudhymn magic. you're not too surprised, considering dan heng is a part of the vidyadhara species; just disguising as a human to conceal his past.
you blink as he tells you, “you have to don't leave, just drink from my hand instead.” it was a rather blunt response but since it might as well just be a faster option to clench your thirst than getting up to go somewhere else to drink, you decide upon selecting the first one.
reluctantly, you sit back down on the mattress and lean in close to sip the water contained in dan heng's cupped hands — it's understandable since said water came from his cloudhymn magic (and I am unsure if whether or not this water is safe to drink or even have beneficial effects from what I read from the wiki, but let's say it's alright to drink for the sake of this plot for christ's sake—).
he quietly remained patient throughout the entire process as you drank from his hands. by the end, you had finished the water he provided using his cloudcry ability — your throat is noticeably much clearer from the uncomfortable dryness you felt before.
“better?” he enquires, lowering his hands down to his lap. to which you nod and wipe your mouth in the process. “the water tasted quite fine, thank you by the way,”
the way the corners of his lips quirk up expresses his slight contentment from your satisfied expression. he lays back against his pillow, and you follow suit moments later — the two of you lie comfortably together in bed, settling in for the night. you faintly hear dan heng murmur near your ear, "you're welcome. good night," just before you drift off to sleep.
you slept peacefully through the night, your throat clear and comforted by dan heng's presence by your side. for the first time in a while, everything felt just right.
His tone leaves no room for apprehension or resistance. As much as you would prefer to desperately avoid his piercing gaze, you’ve known Ratio long enough to gauge the fact that he’s too stubborn for you to escape this situation without complying.
So you do.
Your vision is blurry with the amount of tears congealing above your eyeball, but you can see Ratio’s face. His gaze is contemplative as he looks back back into your own, eyes narrowing. His opposite hand hovers near your face for a moment, almost as if to hold an unguentarium to your eyes to collect the liquid dripping out… before he shifts, placing it in front of you to where you could hold onto it.
“You’re in no condition to keep working,” he says matter-of-factly, “Grab onto me. We’re leaving.”
i have recently posted a new one shot, esse est percipi. this is just a teaser. you can view the full version here.
