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Rafayel's new myth is brutal. Just... Brutal. Definitely up there with Sylus's for the sheer amount of pain inflicted.

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Sleepy confessions

SFW - The Softest Sylus I could write.

I was feeling far too many feelings today.

I wrote this because I really needed to feel a little loved today and if a man isn’t going to do it, I’ll write it for myself. It’s deeply self-indulgent but this is the kind of love I want. Not just any love, but the kind that is all-consuming and unwavering. I’ve never been in love, nor have I ever truly felt loved and as I approach my 30s, I’m feeling it! Maybe this kind of love is unrealistic, maybe I’ve read too many stories that paint devotion in impossible hues. But if I were to be loved, this is how I would want it.

Sylus had always found the quiet unsettling. 

His life had always been loud and chaotic, dangerous even. His past life, too, had been filled with sound, of dragon wings beating through the skies and fire roaring over cities. When those cities came for him, their shouts resonated through the air, filling his days with a cacophony that became his white noise, his comfort.

Now, the sounds of guns blazing and motorcycles purring were his norm. Days were his nights and his nights were chaos, loud chaos. He was used to it, thrived in it even.

Silence usually meant that something was wrong. That something was building and chaos would erupt soon. Silence was deadly. 

But right now, in this moment, with you curled up against him, chest rising and falling, he thought maybe he could learn to love the quiet too. This moment of peace was far too precious, too perfect that he’d be willing to wage war on anything that dared to break the stillness.  

Poor thing.

You’d fallen asleep so quickly, curled on his lap. Your body warm and trusting, your cheek pressed against his chest. He could feel the soft puffs of your breath against the skin bared beneath his robe, the way your fingers had instinctively curled around the fabric at his waist before going slack. 

It was too much. Too tender. Too perfect. 

His heart squeezed dangerously, threatening to burst with emotions he hadn’t allowed himself to feel for milenia. Still, he couldn’t take his eyes off you. 

His hand moved on its own, trailing down your spine, smoothing over the curve of your back, fingers brushing lightly over your hair. 

Each tiny shift came with the softest little noises of contentment, sounds he wanted to bottle up and keep forever. 

This is what love feels like.

He’d experienced it before, with you. Love that was shouted from rooftops, that set cities aflame and was declared loudly, passionately. 

But this was something else. Quieter. Deeper. Unassuming. An entirely different kind of love to the ones he'd experienced before. 

It crept up on him in the silence and wrapped itself around his heart, squeezing tightly, narrowing its focus to only you. 

It wasn’t a sudden, violent force, like a city razed to the ground. 

No, this was entirely different. It was the moment that lobster realised that the pot was too hot to survive, the only choice was to surrender. 

And in the end, wasn’t that feeling of giving in a relief? 

His throat tightened. His eyes stung.

Sylus exhaled softly, shaking his head gently. “You really do trust me, don’t you?”

The words were barely more than a breath, a desperate attempt to preserve the quiet of the room, but they made that grip on his chest tighten imperceptibly harder.

You had no idea what it meant, how it affected him, to have you like this. Warm and safe in his arms. Completely unguarded. 

Completely his.

He scoffed lightly, remembering the way you had first met in this life. The fear, the hatred in your eyes, the anguish in his. 

“You're impossible,” he murmured, his voice even quieter now, almost reverent. “You know that?”

You stirred slightly, nuzzling into his warmth, but didn’t wake. 

“Of course you don’t. You have no idea.” 

Another sleepy noise escaped past the pout of your lips, and he smiled, warm and soft. 

A little while ago, Luke and Keiran had knocked on the door, the soft sound enough to make a frown crease between your brows. They’d entered to find a glare fixed on them, red piercing eyes telling them that whatever they had to say could wait. 

They left quickly, smart enough to forget the sight before them. 

Sylus’ fingers traced idle patterns along your arm, his touch featherlight. 

You’d tell him off, if you were awake. Tell him to start his day. Order him to tend to Onychinus. You were so selfless, so giving. You’d put anything and anyone else before yourself.

Luckily, he had no such ideals.

Somewhere, far away, the world still existed. There were people waiting for him, needing him. Things that needed his attention, his approval. None of it mattered. 

There was no past. No future. Just this.

Just the steady rhythm of your breathing. Just this moment, stretching infinitely, like a dream he never wanted to wake from.

He was selfish when it came to everything but you. And even then, he was still a little selfish. 

He would keep anyone waiting, if it meant he got to hold you, like this. He’d run his business into the ground for the taste of your lips. 

He had, and would again, raise entire continents to the ground to ensure your safety, uncaring of anyone that resided there. 

Yes, he was selfish.

And he didn’t care. 

A quiet sigh left him. He didn’t deserve any of this. Did he? He had ruined too much, burned too many things and left too many ghosts in his wake. Yet, here you were. Pressed against him, completely at ease. 

His throat constricted. How? How could something as good as you ever belong in the arms of someone like him? 

No he didn’t deserve it, but he would keep it anyway. A dragon’s nature was to hoard. 

His eyes roamed your face, memorising everything. Each freckle. Each eyelash. The soft curve of your lips, parted just slightly with sleep. He reasoned that you had to have been made by some higher force. That somewhere, there was a god that claimed you proudly as their creation. 

He was torn by that. By the idea that there was something or someone else out there that had a right to you. But you were a masterpiece and it was the only way you made sense. 

So if there was a god, let them bear witness. Let them take notes. That his devotion, his heart was offered in quiet surrender to that creation. To you. 

Slowl, with infinite care, he raised a hand to cup your cheek, brushing his thumb over your lips in a barely-there touch. Soft. Delicate. Sacred. He wanted to kiss you, but he wouldn’t. Not yet. He wouldn’t wake you. 

Instead, he leaned in and pressed his forehead against yours, your breaths’ mingling, breathing you in. You smelled warm, like sleep and something sweet, something inherently you. He shut his eyes, just for a moment, letting the sensation settle in his bones.

And when he pulled back he just stared.

Memorising you. Worshipping you.

It had been a long time since he said those words to you.

Reluctant to break the sanctity of the precarious relationship the two of you had, he’d kept them inside. But here, in the hush of the night, with you deep in sleep, he could be honest in ways he never could before. 

“You have no idea how much I…” He swallowed, tilting his head back against the couch, staring up at the ceiling, willing away the fullness that threatened to spill from his eyes. “How much I love you.”

A single tear dripped down his cheek, tracing a glistening path, evidence of his quiet confession. 

His heartbeat increased, loud and strong in the quiet of the room. He willed it to still, wished he could make it stop beating lest it wake you from your slumber. 

And then-

A sleepy hum. 

A shift of your body. 

And a murmured, drowsy, “Luh you too.”

His breath stopped.

You were barely conscious, probably didn’t even know what you were saying, but his chest ached all the same. A deep overwhelming ache.

He looked down to see your bleary, unfocused eyes gazing back at his. Heavy with lingering sleepiness and slow blinks. 

Your hand cupped his face and swept away more tears that had fallen from his eyes. 

Hands wrapped around his shoulders, holding him tightly, like you were afraid he would let you go. 

Silly thing, he would never let you go. 

Your head nestled into his neck and you pressed a soft kiss to his racing pulse. 

“Love you, Sylus.” 

His arms tightened around you in response, pulling you closer, needing the physical closeness to ground himself, to remind himself that this was real. 

Your breathing deepened again, soft breaths tickling the skin of his neck in a way that promised he’d have a patch of condensation there in a little while. 

He didn’t care. 

“I love you too,” he whispered into the silence of the room. 

His arms flexed around you slightly. His heart, beating a pattern just for you. A silent vow.

This, the two of you, would never be a fleeting moment. It wasn’t something he would allow to slip through his fingers like smoke, something he would lose in the chaos of the life he led. 

No. 

This was eternal.

He would build up a world from dust to ensure your place by his side. To keep you safe, protected, his. 

No matter what happened, he would never let this go.

Never let you go. 

And just like that, he let the silence have him.

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Well, that was a diary entry disguised as a fanfiction. Enjoy 🥺

[dreamerinthemoonlight]

I feel like Mydei would actually be a really good sounding board/shoulder to cry on. Actually I think he would insist on it, in a relationship. He might be rough and brisk on the outside, but not only is he a genuinely kind, thoughtful person, but I think he would hate it not knowing what was going on in your head.

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hey just wanna say thank you for posting mydei and welt with an autistic s/o headcanons... i never have felt the urge to passionately shove my tongue down a man's throat so intensely as I did upon reading "and if you try to apologize he shuts that shit down"!! have a good day

Haha! No problem. I definitely get the urge. It's definitely a fairly frequent one for me.

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I want to write all the LI going for a swim with Lemurian form Rafayel, but I can’t stop imagining Sylus swimming with dragon tail like this 😵

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Welt and Mydei with an Autistic S/O (Autistic Inertia Edition)

A/n: It's been a minute since the last time I posted. Like Proper HCs. So these may nooooot be the best. especially since I'm tired and my brain is letting me do anything but actually sleep. So sorry if each section is too samey. My brain is literally moving like a snail through jelly or some shit.

I did update my rules though and my inbox is OPEN

Note: this is based in my experiences, so take that as you will

Pairings: Welt x gn!reader; Mydei x gn!reader

Welt

It probably doesn't take very long for welt to realize that you're struggling

whether it's the fact that you've been doomscrolling for 4 hours straight and he can hear your stomach rumbling from across the train car

or whether you said you were going to bed two hours ago and you haven't started even getting ready yet.

he pick it up pretty quickly and is quick to come help

His first tactic is to get you to breathe because he can see the growing anxiety as you fight to get your limbs to move, before asking if you want to body double

Welt is like, always happy to be your body double. I think he actually enjoys the time spent together and the domesticity

when you're done eating or going through your routine or even when you're both working on whatever projects you have going (or done working) he makes sure you reward yourself and to give you a lot of positive reinforcement

I think in the case of bedtime it results it lots of spooning in bed while your brain finishes winding down

Mydei

With Mydei, I think Mydei prefers if you communicate with him the best you can

Not in an "don't ask don't get help way" but in the sense that even if you have to text him or have a prearranged signal (a weird sort of safe word of sorts, I guess), he really wants to facilitate clear communication

this is especially true if you have trouble asking for help. He wants you to feel comfortable coming to him for anything you need.

That being said, if he notices you really having trouble he will come up and ask you if you need help (because this man isn't any less observant than welt)

And he's absolutely not going to judge you for the issues you're having either. I think he's well aware at how...finicky...your brain can be

As soon as you indicate that you want his help, the two of you go through one of likely several action plans set up when he first realized you were autistic

And when you try to apologize he shuts that shit down hard. He's not going to let his s/o tear themselves down for something that they can't control.

Mydei, I think, is generally concerned with trying to help boost your self esteem and self worth. No one tears down is s/o, much less themselves

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(HSR) Fire Master List

*to be added*

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(HSR) Quantum Master List

*to be added*

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(HSR) Imaginary Master List

Welt

Headcanons

Welt and Mydei with an Autistic S/O (Autistic Inertia Edition) (gen)

Fics

Mydei

Headcanons

Welt and Mydei with an Autistic S/O (Autistic Inertia Edition) (gen)

Fic

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(HSR) Physical Master List

Luka

Headcanons

Honkai Star Rail Period HCs (fluff)

Fics

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(HSR) Ice Master List

Gepard Landau

Headcanons

Love Languages (fluff)

Fics

Storm Shelter (hurt/comfort)

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(HSR) Lightning Master List

Jing Yuan

Headcanons

Honkai Star Rail Period HCs (fluff)

Love Languages (fluff)

Fics

Indulgence (smut)

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(HSR) Wind Master List

Sampo Koski

Headcanons

Sampo NSFW Headcanons (nsfw)

Honkai Star Rail Period HCs (fluff)

Love Languages (fluff)

Fics

Dan Heng

Headcanons

Honkai Star Rail Period HCs (fluff)

Fics

Blade

Headcanons

Love Languages (fluff)

Fics

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Chapters: 54/54 Fandom: Haikyuu!! Rating: Explicit Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Hinata Shouyou/Iwaizumi Hajime, Kageyama Tobio/Oikawa Tooru, Sakusa Kiyoomi/Tsukishima Akiteru, Hanamaki Takahiro/Matsukawa Issei, Kuroo Tetsurou/Tsukishima Kei, Ennoshita Chikara/Tanaka Ryuunosuke/Terushima Yuuji Characters: Hinata Shouyou, Iwaizumi Hajime, Oikawa Tooru, Sugawara Koushi, Sawamura Daichi, Hanamaki Takahiro, Matsukawa Issei, Kuroo Tetsurou, Tsukishima Kei, Bokuto Koutarou, Akaashi Keiji, Yaku Morisuke, Haiba Lev, Kozume Kenma, Miya Osamu, Miya Atsumu, Kita Shinsuke, Shimizu Kiyoko, Kageyama Tobio, Oikawa Tooru's Parents, Sakusa Kiyoomi, Tsukishima Akiteru, Komori Motoya, Miki Chiharu-OC, Tanaka Ryuunosuke, Ennoshita Chikara, Terushima Yuuji, Miura Haruka-oc, Ida Hayato-oc, Kamiya Kaede-oc, Shiratorizawa Academy Volleyball Club, Inarizaki Volleyball Club, Karasuno Volleyball Club Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Soulmates, Alternate Universe - Fantasy, Alternate Universe - Royalty, Angst with a Happy Ending, Fluff, Violence, Major Character Injury, Fluff and Humor, Smut, chapter specific tags in notes, War, Human Sacrifice, Eventual Happy Ending, Makki and Mattsun are little shits, Suicide Series: Part 1 of West of the River Summary:

Hinata Shouyou, the demi-fae child of Sugawara and a human queen, is sent to the world of the fae. There he finds love, acceptance, but also finds himself embroiled in a war that could tear apart his new world.

 *now on wattpad too

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Loft talk Ft. A deal 💸

Sylus: Who wants to make fifty bucks?

Caleb: How?

Sylus: I need someone to take the fall.

Zayne, from another room: What the...?

Sylus: Hurry up, yes or no.

Zayne: WHAT THE HELL?!

Xavier: Make it a hundred.

Rafayel: No, two hundred!

Sylus: ...Deal.

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Oooh. What genre is your novel?

You're writing is so, so good. I'm reading your poly!lads series on ao3 and just... Wow. I absolutely love it. The emotions just hit so nicely and the spice is top-tier

Thank you so much!! 💖💖💖 I started writing the fic as a warm up to writing an original novel, and it's be so much fun!

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personally, i don't think zayne would like medical roleplay.

in fact, i imagine the first (and only) time you two did medical roleplay went something like this:

you stopped grinding on zayne suddenly to tell him that you wanted to play doctor, and in his haze, he agrees. with him seated on the edge of the bed, you run off before returning with his stethoscope.

sauntering up to him seductively, you coo, “so, what can i do for you today?”

shifting his hips, pink tinging his cheeks, your boyfriend breathes out, “i’m experiencing swelling and a painful ache.”

you nod, coming closer to him, “okay, mr li. where’s your ache?” standing between his spread legs, you run your finger down his exposed chest.

“here?” you tease.

“lower,” he mutters. smirking, you drag your hand down to the obvious bulge in his dress pants, and press on his erection.

“hmm, i see. i’ll have to have a look,” you say coyly. removing your hand, you watch as zayne unbuckles his belt and strips off his trousers with precision. you bite your lip, eyeing his cock as it springs free from the confines of his trunks. he gazes up at you with that needy look in his eyes, making you moan softly.

“is this it?” you ask while reaching down to grab his cock. but he catches you wrist.

“aren’t you going to put gloves on?” zayne rasps. you blink at him, stunned.

he shakes his head, mumbling, “i mean, yes, right there.” your ‘patient’ lets go of you, and you grab his hard length. you hum softly as pre-cum dribbles from his tip down his shaft.

“seems to be pretty serious,” you say sternly.

he murmurs, “how serious? is the swelling moderate or severe?” with one stroke, he falters. his head droops on your shoulder, a moan escaping his pink lips.

zayne asks breathily, “what’re you going to do about it?”

suppressing your grin, you say in your best doctor voice, “i’m prescribing you some kisses and a massage.” his pre-cum paints your fingers a sticky off-white as you jerk his cock.

he pants, “no. you can’t prescribe without doing some tests first to diagnose the issue.”

caught off guard, you say sheepishly, “oh, okay, um, well, i’m sending you for an x-ray.”

“x-rays are for bone-related issues—hah— refer me for an ultrasound or mri.” you release his length, watching as it slaps against his hard abdomen.

“mr li,” you tut. “i’m the doctor and i’m pretty confident that some kisses and a massage will take care of your ache.” with your clean hand, you push back his fringe. he stares at you with half-lidded eyes, all flustered.

“mhmm,” he hums, waiting for you to continue. getting down on your knees, you start slurping at his cock. taking the tip in your mouth, you suck on it just the way he likes. his pants and your moans fill the air, intercut by the wet sounds of your sex.

pulling off with pre-cum splattered across your lips, you giggle, “aren’t you feeling much better now, mr li?”

tangling his fingers in your hair, your boyfriend rasps out, “you could have been more thorough in your diagnosis.”

“zayne, for fuck’s sake,” you grumble. “if you’re gonna keep critiquing me, then you can be the doctor.”

switching positions, you now lie on your back with your legs spread playfully while he looms over you, the stethoscope on the beside table because it’s too expensive to play with.

gazing up him up big eyes, you tease, “dr zayne, i’m in dire need of your help.”

he whispers sensually, “let’s start by confirming your full name and date of birth.”

“zayne!”

needless to say, i envision that the mood was instantly and thoroughly killed. so, you two mutually agreed that medical roleplay was off the cards.

embarrassing/gone wrong sex moments m.list full m.list