tags: honkai star rail/space au | kissing | flirting | no hsr knowledge required | sylvixweekend2026 day 1: rumors
One year ago, Felix left his home planet of Faerghus, tracking the mysterious disappearance of his King and his elder brother. The trail leads him to the mysterious Masked Fool Sylvain, who is alluring and infuriating in equal measure. But Sylvain has information that Felix desperately needs, and Felix might be willing to do anything to get it.
Sylvain's laugh was bright and fake. “Hey, now we’re talking. I don’t want your money though.” He drew the hey out long and teasing, voice dripping with exaggerated sweetness.
Gently tilting Felix's chin up, Sylvain murmured, "How about a kiss, beautiful?
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fandom: fe3h | sylvain/felix | M | 10k
tags: azure moon route | nightmares | angst with a hopeful ending | hurt/comfort | demonic beast transformation & mild gore in nightmares | kissing | biting | fingers in mouth | hair-pulling
In his memory, Felix looked at the beast Miklan had become with an expression of grim horror and open disgust. In his dreams, Felix stared at him, the grotesque shape of himself reflected deep in Felix's amber eyes.
He could not bear to see it. An ugly emotion rose from within him. The crest hooked in his bloodstream pulsed in concert with his repulsion and his fury, and then he was striking out. The familiar taste of blood in his mouth, the familiar satisfaction of bone crunching between his teeth.
Sylvain, haunted by nightmares of the Lance of Ruin and of turning into a crest beast, tries to ruin the last good thing he has. Felix won't let him.
tagged by @qserasera to share a few paragraphs of a wip!! i...do not have a current wip at the moment so i will drop a bit of my most recent fic 👍
"You know," Madara mused, now idly studying the stray wet hairs plastered to Tobirama's forehead, "You'd look pretty good with long hair. You should grow your hair out."
Raising her eyebrow, Tobirama's attention focused fully onto Madara's gaze. It was still a little stunning, Madara realized, to meet Tobirama's eyes without seeing any hint of trepidation or wariness. Tobirama’s expression was serene, her shoulders relaxed, her posture open in a way Madara had not seen outside of the rare, private moments Tobirama and Hashirama had alone.
The intimacy of their positions struck Madara with sudden clarity. Her neck, bared toward Tobirama in silent offering. Tobirama's soft, exposed belly and direct eye contact. Tobirama's hands in her hair, against her scalp, so, so close to her eyes.
tagging @kohakhearts @arvion-creates @soullistrations @tka-trashfire and anyone else who sees this!! share a couple sentences/paragraphs or a fic or anything else you've been working on if you want!!
If you're still doing prompts.... Tyranny team bonding 👀
The way team bonding worked changed after Lin Jingyan and Zhang Jiale joined Tyranny. Han Wenqing believed that training together trumped any silly ice breaker activity, and the juniors were all too scared to suggest anything "fun" for the team to do. Zhang Xinjie was the type to pencil in a time block for a Specific Scheduled Bonding Activity, and it was rather difficult to pull him into anything spontaneously fun. And, again, the juniors were a little too terrified to suggest anything.
On the other hand, Lin Jingyan and Zhang Jiale were two old guards and had no such fears. So one day, the juniors found themselves corralled into the commen room of Tyranny's training building to play....
Zhang Jiale, eyes gleaming, slammed down cans of the most awful energy drink currently on the market. Pro players didn't drink alcohol, but they still had taste buds.
"Who's ready to have some fun," he crowed. Even Han Wenqing gave him a cautious side eye.
Lin Jingyan, his partner in crime apparently, didn't wait for an answer before passing out drinks.
a day in the life of a ZJL newly-turned-anti-fan, S9 =)
holy fucking shit, say the forums. zhang jiale transferred to team fucking tyranny????
> didn’t he basically just abandon hundred blossoms???? the team he literally CREATED???
> i cannot believe my idol. my stan. the person i have dedicated my life to for the past nine years just fucking betrayed me like this
> ikr???? holy fucking shit its like he’s spitting on everything he’s worked for in his glory career. like what a fucking coward. stick through it to the end or don’t come back at all
> wait...guys....remember that zjl had to go through like two seasons alone!! and without szp!! :(( cut him some slack, maybe he just needed a change of pace :(
> so what? he still owes hb and us something.
> uhhhh no he fucking doesn’t? zjl is his own person. it’s his pro career, and if he things that tyranny will give him the best chance to win a championship, then he’s free to do so. i for one hope he finally gets a win after all those goddamn runner ups
> :/ uhhhh no? zjl is a founder of hb. its like his baby. how could he just throw all of it away?
> +1
> +2
> ... +25
> zhang jiale is a fucking traitor. i hope he never wins anything, unless he comes back to hb.
> +1
> +2
> .... +30
> holy shit you guys are so mean. let the man live his goddamn life
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i’m so proud of you, gao yingjie says. i’m so fucking proud of you, and i hope you know that.
qiao yifan laughs and laughs, feeling light and free like he’d never felt in tiny herb. he holds no grudge against tiny herb, or wang jiexi, or even gao yingjie for being the chosen one while he was quietly shuttered to the side.
i’m so glad that team happy was good for you, gao yingjie continues, leaning his head on qiao yifan’s shoulder. they’re spending the night together, just to catch up, and qiao yifan realizes that he’s missed this. this casual intimacy with his best friend, even after them going their separate ways. you deserved it, this chance to grow.
meeting you on stage, fighting against the you who could truly flourish--it was the privilege of my life.
i always knew, qiao yifan answers with the sappiest smile he’s ever worn. i always knew.
sylvain, digging his fingers into felix's hair, so deep that the pads of his fingertips touch felix's scalp. roughly, because he's still wearing his gloves, and felix's breath hitches as some of it gets caught on leather and crusted blood. his other hand, braced on the back of felix's neck, cradling the back of his head as felix inhales a ragged breath. felix's face, pressed in the space between sylvain's broad neck and the raised line of his fur collar--
felix, felix, felix. sylvain wants to gather all of him in his arms. sylvain is afraid to let go again.
writeinktober 2018 | day 8: faces | persona 5 • akechi
『faces, doorways, masks, smiles — just say you’re a fake bitch and go! 』
akechi does not expect to summon a second persona. he hadn’t even thought it possible, because the man in the velvet room had said your persona is the manifestation of your rebellion and in the haze of confusion and pain he had assumed —
robin hood is first, and the white of his clothing burns sun-bright in the back of akechi’s eyes.
there’s something wrong about the way his metaverse clothes fit on him. the rub of the fabric. the length of the sleeves. the weight of the red mask that looks more like a plauge doctor’s than a heroes. because that is what robin hood is supposed to be, right? justice for the weak. protecter of the suffering. is akechi the knight or the victim?
when loki bursts into existence, akechi’s head bursts into pain, and he nearly faints. he’s in the palace of some poor soul, kneeling in shock as a cackling shadow swings its axe down-down-down—
there is a tug on his heart and fury shooting through his veins and before loki’s name even manifests on akechi’s tongue he knows that this persona was born of the dark, dark rot that burns to vengence-fuel. loki, the trickster god. akechi, the trickster boy.
the shadow dies in a gasp of smoke. loki does not leave even a sliver behind, and akechi’s rage boils over into an explosion.
two persona. two! one for the world, and one for himself. one to live by, and one to die by. two sides of his being so markedly different from each other. it becomes a game that he never loses: a pleasant smile turned into a bloodthirsty snarl, teeth bared against the night.
