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[neapenning]

First morning on the Express 🚂

[baeshijima]

thoughts on being engaged to duke!sunday, the head of the oak family, an incredibly influential figurehead within society, the close subordinate of emperor gopher wood who brought him and his sister in and raised him like his own, and the villain who faces a tragic ending in a novel you recently finished — the very same one you just so happen to find yourself transmigrated into. he is as cunning as he is blinded, a trait which brought ruin to many in the empire, and one which ultimately brought ruin to himself at the hands of the protagonists.

as luck would have it, you became a barely mentioned side character from a marquis family, whose role was to be the villain's wife stuck in a one-sided love who, too, would get caught up in the tragedy alongside him. however, now that it's you who is stuck in this position, you're determined to try any means necessary to deter him from going down that path, all in an effort to escape your predestined doomed fate!

of course, you didn't expect it to be easy. the day of your arrival in this world was already the night before your wedding, so you had little time to prepare yourself for the nonchalance of your supposed family, how they viewed you as but a means — a tool — to boost their influence and prosperity, the dismissive mannerisms of the household servants, and the absolute beauty of a man you will be married to.

(seriously. the novel descriptions did not do him justice. he was like... like... like he was handcrafted by god himself! and not to mention his sister, robin, was the very epitome of an angel! perhaps you're destined to perish by the god-tier visuals instead...)

to say the least, the wedding ceremony went by quickly. safe to say you didn't spend the night; he was cordial and gentlemanly upon letting you know that he won't do anything until you're ready, that you can take this relationship slow, but somehow you ended up feeling a tad insulted. like, who leaves their newly wedded alone in a big cold bed as they walk out on their own? a sick bastard that's who!

well, whatever. it's not like you need nor want to consummate with him! besides, you have bigger things to worry about — things such as your impending death. and, of course, the only way to stop sunday that you can imagine working is by chipping away at his resolve bit by bit, and opening his eyes to reality.

he is a tragic character, one who cares more about the well-being of penacony and its people than anyone else, but was manipulated into getting his hands dirty in the emperor's stead. you knew this. you sobbed over his story, cursed out the protagonists, and even fought internet randos on novel forums about sunday's motivation and how,

no, he is not just a stupid villain. he is a complex character with flaws and humanity and was cruelly taken advantage of by someone he considered family. he was deceived through the suffering the emperor wanted him to see to make him easily manipulated, creating a rift between him and robin to have that prominent separation. you know what? maybe you're just a !%#@ who can't even #@?"% read properly!

and yet you still find yourself at a loss when faced with the walls he has in place. your initial efforts went as well as it possibly could have; you trying to earnestly help him, while he "kindly" dismisses your offers! well, "kindly" being more condescending since you could read between the lines of his mannerisms and amiable demeanour, but that's fine! you expected this! that just means you have to double down on your sincerity, get through to his heart (somehow), and help him realise humanity isn't as weak as he's led to believe!

you have three years until the novel's plot officially starts, and another year after that until your demise. that's plenty of time to get him to warm up to you!

it was easier said than done, but after your valiant effort and abundance of time put into this relationship, which admittedly you could do with some of that lost time back, you could give yourself a pat on the back with the progress you made! while you definitely could have done without a lot of the headaches, it's safe to say sunday has significantly warmed up to you in comparison to your wedding day. he now willingly eats all his meals with you with some real conversation, takes garden strolls with you in the early evenings, invites you out for dinner at a restaurant at least four times a week, hell he's even joked and laughed with you more frequently! but most importantly, he has begun asking for your opinion before finalising any decisions he is required to make. and he actually listens and considers your side! now, that certainly is the best outcome you could hope for after all this time, and it most definitely will help in your endeavour to save you both from the protagonists!

however, you've noticed he's been more... affectionate? well, at the very least he now willingly holds your hand when in private (not just in moments when you're in the public eye and he has to make sure the family's reputation is spotless), sometimes he will hug you out of the blue ("i just need to... recharge. you have a way of calming me down. i hope you don't mind." ...how could you say no to his supreme god-tier face card? that's just a losing battle you won't even bother fighting against.), oftentimes he opts to just gaze wordlessly at you (robin had mentioned over one of your tea times how it almost appears as though there is no one but you in the world when sunday gazes at you with, in her words, "the eyes of a man so deeply in love!" ...whatever that's supposed to mean...), but a more recent development has been his sudden interest in kissing you; well, more specifically giving you a kiss to the back of your hand or on your forehead — certainly not anywhere near the lips! (besides, he's probably just gotten comfortable with you, enough where he can freely act without judgement. nothing more, nothing less.)

well, either way, development is development! soon enough, the time for the main plot to start has arrived. it of course follows what you remember, from the organised balls to the protagonists meeting to the political aspects of it all. the only difference is sunday's less active involvement in all the schemes and the emperor's ploy. rather, he seems more focused on you and the future of your marriage and even displayed a sudden interest in your practically non-existent relationship with one of the foreign diplomats, aventurine— wait...

"[name]," he calls your name out so sweetly you nearly disregarded it as someone else he was talking to. well, perhaps you would have done had he not suddenly appeared before you, a tight-lipped smile tugging the corners of his lips as he steadily approaches you.

oh. he doesn't seem very happy, if his tense figure is anything to go by. you wonder if one of the nobles grated his nerves a little too much this time?

sunday comes to a halt a step away from you. "i don't like that... gambler being so close to you. it... it brings me a rather unpleasant feeling." there's a slight, trembling pause. not a moment later does he close the gap between you, one knee on the ground as he matches your seated height on the fountain rim, your hands gently enclosed in both of his.

you idly wonder if this is what robin meant by the so-called "eyes of a man so deeply in love" she constantly gushed about, for the way in which he gazes up at you is enough to render you breathless.

"tell me, [name]," he begins once more. there is an underlying desperation woven within his tone, one which has your head spinning and heart thumping wildly as his trembling gaze holds you in place. "tell me, what am i to do with this fervent love and overwhelming adoration i hold for you?"

oh.

...oh.

perhaps your impending doom should be the least of your concerns when you now find yourself in the arms of a clingy husband...

(though, it's safe to say you did, in fact, manage to prevent him from succumbing to his tragic fate! you just gained a loving, yet slight slightly emotionally challenged husband along the way.

well, you can help him work through it; you have the rest of your lives now to figure it out, after all.)

[harmonysanreads]

Hello! I recently saw your Vampire!Alhaitham headcanons floating around again, and since I just finished 3.2 not that long ago and have a certain feeble scholar on the mind, what are your thoughts on Vampire!Anaxa if you have any?

Would be similar or different from Alhaitham in your opinion?

If Vampire!Alhaitham is one who’d much rather pull the strings from the safety of the shadows, Vampire!Anaxa is someone who’d parade in the sun with his head held high, if only to spite the people praying for his demise.

He’s a paragon of truth, his desire to answer the question of what exactly he is, is far hungrier than the instincts he has to battle with all day. Outwardly, he looks quite like a stereotypical vampire — thin figure, pale complexion and a temperament that seems to hint that he has spent a millennia divorced from human society. The only thing, and a rather crucial thing at that, which he appears to be missing is that untamable thirst for fresh blood.

Contrary to the impression he gives, he’s actually lived among humans for quite some time as a scholar and he often thanks his ‘control over the bloodlust’ in assisting him to not blow his cover up. Not that he's fond of this charade, but the benefits of enduring humankind's nauseating presence kept him sane enough. Perhaps arrogance crawled to occupy the space of where his heart should’ve been beating, as when his belief of ultimate self control was put to the test, he refused to accept it.

“But you were a human once, weren't you?” the whisper of a road sporting the garments of mystery, intent on making him lose his way for eternity. A cool finger glides over the line of his jaw, its chill very different than his own.

Anaxa forces himself to swallow, that metallic tang insistent on his tongue — not willing to believe that he was a tad too late to conceal the ungraceful drool.

“You and I, we’re both rejected by this world, shackled in the shadows. Why not quit this pouting game and team up with me instead?” as if dissatisfied by the level of atrocity in your words, you amp it up by poking at the bloody fang peeking from his lips. He responds in kind by biting down, hard ; you seem just the tiny bit amused.

“Curse you…” it's a futile exclamation, laughable at that and that is exactly how you respond. Despite his talons clinging around your neck and a fresh wound marring the skin where your artery thrums, you appear not the tiniest bit fazed. It steals his breath away.

“Look at you,” you coo, extending your palm as if to cradle his face but brush past it instead, dizzying him. “Salivating just from one taste. You’re not as immune to this bloodthirst as you’d like to believe, you wouldn't survive an hour if any of those humans found you like this. I can offer you protection and you can be my little toy. Is there any deal better than this?”

Don't listen, don't listen, don't listen. That is the whisper that weaves poison, enchants desperate souls into pawning their remaining spark. A creature neither foolish nor wise. “I’d rather burn at the stake than entertain your schemes.” comes his sibilant retort.

“Ah ah ah.” you chastise, as if he's nothing but a child who knows little about how this world works. “But you still haven't found the answer to what you are, why you're like this.” you glance towards the trail of blood oozing from his bite, a flick of your fingers and within a blink, the scene disappears.

“What if I told you… that I know the answers you seek?”

A road that will lead him nowhere, a serpent disguising as a flower. And he, the Fool that will chase the mirage, despite knowing that nothing awaits him but doom.

[jupitisms]

WHY HE HAS BGUGS IN RHERE?!?

[aventurineswife]

Thinking of something silly:

Reader being one of the “Four Beauties” of the Xianzhou, and some people are malding when they choose to leave and join Dan Heng on the Astral Express.

Some rejected suitor: “All those nobles, all those wealthy merchants, those Preceptors, those Cloud Knights, those authorities in the different commissions — including the Ten-Lords Commission — AND THEY CHOOSE THE CONVICT!?!?!???!” 😭💢💢💢💢💢💢💢

What can Reader, Dan Heng has everything they could ever want and none of the other suitors could ever really give (which is genuine love, affection and quality time)~ 🤭

More Than Titles, More Than Gold

Summary: As one of the "Four Beauties" of Xianzhou, you were once sought after by nobles, merchants, and powerful figures alike. However, you make a shocking choice to leave it all behind and join Dan Heng on the Astral Express. This decision is met with anger and disbelief from the suitors you rejected, who can’t fathom why you would choose a "convict" over them. But to you, Dan Heng offers something none of the others could: genuine love, trust, and quiet companionship. Together, you choose to face the future, free from the expectations of a society that never truly understood you.

Tags: Dan Heng x Reader, Romance, Angst, Slow Burn, Character Development, Redemption, Self-Discovery, Emotional Healing.

Warnings: Mild language, Mentions of societal pressure and judgment, Implied emotional trauma, Mild angst.

The bustling city of Xianzhou had always been a place of power and elegance, where its most esteemed citizens made up the fabric of society. As one of the Four Beauties, you were accustomed to being the center of attention, admired by the most prestigious nobles, wealthy merchants, and even high-ranking officials. Your presence was desired by many, your beauty envied by all. However, you had made a decision that sent shockwaves through Xianzhou—one that nobody saw coming.

You had chosen to leave it all behind. The luxurious life, the suitors vying for your attention, the endless celebrations in your honor—it all seemed so empty now. You had found something more meaningful aboard the Astral Express, something no riches or titles could offer. You had found Dan Heng.

He was a quiet presence, always calm and composed, his sharp eyes hiding the heavy burdens he carried. But to you, he wasn’t just a guardian of the Astral Express. He was someone who made you feel truly seen, someone who valued your existence beyond the superficial trappings of society. While others saw him as distant, even cold, you saw a depth in him that was impossible to ignore. His past haunted him, but it made him stronger—more human, and more real than any of the glittering suitors that had once sought your hand.

It wasn’t that you didn’t appreciate the offers from those who had once courted you with admiration and gifts. You had received them, listened to their words, but none of them ever truly touched your heart. They were all so desperate to possess you, to claim you as a trophy. But Dan Heng, with his quiet strength and humble nature, was the only one who understood that love wasn’t about grand gestures or titles. It was about trust, loyalty, and moments spent in silence, side by side, away from the public eye.

"All those nobles, all those wealthy merchants, those Preceptors, those Cloud Knights, those authorities in the different commissions—including the Ten-Lords Commission—AND THEY CHOOSE THE CONVICT!?!?!???"

The angry voice of one of your rejected suitors echoed through the hall, the words laced with disbelief and frustration. You stood at the threshold of the grand hall, watching as a group of your former admirers fumed in their defeat. They had never imagined that you would leave it all behind, that you would choose someone like Dan Heng. The insult to their pride was evident, their faces red with indignation. The realization had not come easily, and their resentment was palpable.

But you didn’t feel regret. You couldn’t.

You caught Dan Heng's gaze across the room. His expression was unreadable as always, but there was a hint of something softer in his eyes—a silent acknowledgment of your decision. He was not the one who needed approval from the world. He had never cared for titles or riches. His life was not about grandeur; it was about purpose. And you had become a part of that purpose.

As you moved toward him, the whispers grew louder, their scorn following you like a shadow. But none of it mattered. When you reached Dan Heng’s side, you stood silently for a moment, feeling the weight of their words, but also feeling the warmth of his presence beside you.

Dan Heng spoke, his voice calm and steady, as always. "Are you sure you want to go?" His eyes flickered with a hint of concern, though his tone betrayed none of it. "It won't be easy, you know. There will be more who will question your decision."

You smiled softly, meeting his gaze. "I've never been more sure of anything in my life."

The faintest smile touched his lips, and for a brief moment, he allowed himself to show his vulnerability. "Then I’m glad you’re here," he murmured.

The other suitors’ words continued to ring in your ears, but their venomous bitterness felt far away. You didn’t need the approval of the world to know what was real. Dan Heng offered you something no title or fortune could: love that was genuine, quiet, and true. He didn’t want to control you, to possess you like a prize. He simply wanted to be with you, to share the silence, the moments, the journey together.

And that was everything you needed.

As the murmurs of anger from your past life faded into the distance, you took Dan Heng’s hand, feeling the weight of your decision settle comfortably in your heart. There was no need for grand gestures or declarations. All you needed was this—being with him, in the stillness of the world, where love was not measured by what others could see, but by what you shared in those moments that mattered most.

Together, you would face the future. The past, with all its expectations and judgments, was behind you. And with Dan Heng at your side, you were ready to create something better—a love that was truly your own, free from the expectations of others.

In the end, that was all you had ever wanted.

[hefestesse]

[metalbody]

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[zephyrine-gale]

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[uruwashi-no-nightingale]

”anaxa’s part is all worldbuilding and exposition!!!!!” exactly. it’s what he would have wanted

[otaku553]

Learning how to draw him,

[halfassedtea]

Sampo Koski’s backstory based off of -> https://archiveofourown.org/works/58474642/chapters/148957243

[aventurineswife]

hiii i love ur work this is my first time sending a req....

aventurine, argenti and sunday with reader who has abandonment issues?

thank u if u can💓😓😓

“You don’t have to run anymore. I’m right here”

Tags: Aventurine x Reader, Argenti x Reader, Sunday x Reader, Fluff & Angst, Comfort, Reassurance, Slow Burn Elements, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Established Relationship/Developing Relationship, Protective, Fear of Abandonment, Vulnerability & Healing.

Warnings: Mentions of Past Trauma & Abandonment Issues, Mild Emotional Angst, Self-Doubt & Insecurities, Fear of Losing a Loved One, Mild Implied Physical Affection (Hand-Holding, Kissing, etc.), Mentions of Combat & Dangerous Lifestyles (Argenti & Aventurine's parts), Subtle Themes of Survivor’s Guilt.

Aventurine always played the long game. Risks, deception, and calculated gambles were the foundation of his life, and love was no exception.

You knew better than to trust a man like him—someone who thrived on uncertainty, who could slip through your fingers like sand. You’d seen too many people leave, too many broken promises, too many doors shut in your face. And Aventurine, with his ever-present smirk and teasing words, was everything you feared.

Yet, here you were, in his penthouse suite, watching as he shuffled a deck of cards with effortless grace. The city lights stretched behind him, neon reflections dancing in his eyes.

“Come on, sweetheart,” he purred, cutting the deck in half and sliding a card toward you. “Let’s make a bet.”

You frowned. “On what?”

His smile deepened, but there was something softer in his gaze tonight. “You tell me what’s got you so distant lately, and if you win this round, I’ll give you whatever you want.”

You scoffed, crossing your arms. “And if I lose?”

“I get a kiss.”

Typical. You rolled your eyes but picked up the card anyway. The game was blackjack, and with a few turns, the results were in. Aventurine’s total? Twenty-one. Yours? Nineteen.

“Looks like I win,” he drawled, leaning closer. “But don’t worry, I won’t collect just yet.”

You expected him to gloat. Instead, he set his cards down and watched you intently, his playful mask slipping just enough for you to see something raw beneath.

“You’re scared I’ll leave, aren’t you?”

Your stomach twisted. “It’s not—”

“You don’t have to explain, dove,” he murmured, tapping a knuckle against your chin. “I know what it’s like to count on someone and have them disappear.”

A long silence stretched between you, thick with unspoken words.

“I don’t make promises,” he admitted. “Too many strings, too many loopholes. But if you think I’m just going to up and vanish on you…” He leaned in, his breath warm against your skin. “Then you don’t know how stubborn I am.”

Your chest ached, the weight of old wounds pressing in. Aventurine was unpredictable, reckless—but in this moment, you wanted to believe him.

So when he finally claimed his prize, lips brushing against yours in a slow, lingering kiss, you let yourself gamble on him—just this once.

Argenti was the picture of steadfast devotion. His loyalty to the Knights of Beauty, his unwavering sense of duty—it all spoke of someone who would never falter, never stray.

But you couldn’t believe in ‘forever.’ Not when everyone you’d ever loved had left.

Tonight, the two of you stood beneath a twilight sky, the scent of blooming roses filling the air. Argenti had just returned from a mission, his armor bearing the faint scuffs of battle, yet his first stop had been you.

“You have been troubled lately,” he observed, his eyes scanning your face. “Have I done something to upset you?”

“No, it’s not you,” you murmured, fingers gripping the edge of your sleeve.

Argenti frowned. “Then what burdens your heart?”

You hesitated. “I just… I keep thinking—what if one day you don’t come back? What if I get too used to having you here, and then you’re gone?”

A heavy silence settled between you. Then, without a word, Argenti removed his gauntlet and took your hand, his grip firm and grounding.

“The path I walk is treacherous,” he admitted. “But know this—I do not tread it lightly.”

You swallowed hard. “That doesn’t change the fact that—”

“That I could be taken from you?” His thumb brushed over your knuckles. “No, it does not. But neither does it mean I will abandon you.”

Your breath hitched.

“I swear to you,” he said softly, “as long as I draw breath, I will return to you. Not because of duty, nor obligation, but because you are part of the beauty I cherish in this world.”

Your vision blurred slightly, the weight of his words settling deep. Argenti wasn’t a man of empty promises—his convictions were carved into his very soul.

So when he raised your hand to his lips, pressing a reverent kiss to your fingers, you let yourself believe.

Even if the world was uncertain, Argenti’s devotion was unshaken.

Sunday was a dream you were afraid to reach for.

Ethereal, enigmatic—his presence was like the fleeting glow of a sunset, beautiful yet impossible to grasp. He had seen the worst of the world, and yet he still carried a quiet hope, a belief that things could be different.

You envied that.

It was late when you found him in the observation car of the Astral Express, gazing out at the stars. His hair shimmered under the soft lights, eyes reflecting the vast unknown beyond the glass.

“You’re awake,” he murmured, not turning to face you. “Come sit.”

You hesitated but joined him, the silence stretching between you like a fragile thread.

“You’ve been distant,” he noted. “Why?”

You exhaled, fingers tightening in your lap. “Because I know this won’t last.”

Sunday finally looked at you, his expression unreadable. “What do you mean?”

“You’ll leave,” you said bluntly. “Maybe not now, maybe not tomorrow—but eventually, you’ll find another path, another dream to chase. And I’ll be left behind.”

His wings shifted slightly, a telltale sign of unease. “Do you truly think so little of me?”

Your heart clenched. “It’s not about you. It’s just… what always happens.”

A sigh left his lips, and then, in an uncharacteristically human gesture, he reached for your hand, threading his fingers through yours.

“I have walked many roads,” he murmured. “I have seen beauty, sorrow, and the illusion of eternity.” His grip tightened slightly. “But never have I left something behind without reason.”

You bit your lip. “So what’s your reason for staying now?”

Sunday tilted his head, studying you as if searching for the right words. Then, in a voice as soft as a lullaby, he said,

“Because for the first time, I have found someone worth staying for.”

A lump formed in your throat.

Sunday was many things—a dreamer, a wanderer, a soul caught between hope and regret. But in this moment, with his hand in yours, you felt something real.

So when he leaned his head against your shoulder, wings fluttering in quiet contentment, you let yourself believe in the dream—just a little longer.

[mrrecaswife]

Mr Reca x Reader (feat platonic!friend!oc x reader)

Simply put, you didn't expect to know two yapping nerds.

Fine. Your friend is a given, as she literally collects data from the universe and managed to get an educational history show for kids that has been memed throughout the last six hundred years. She loves her job, so of course she's a nerd.

But this man... he went even further than that.

Mr Reca was known to be eccentric, but you had your fair share of that kind of people (namely, your friend and her scary as hell brother). But he just went and surpassed them in ways you couldn't imagine. He was obsessed with his work, with his films and with how they were produced. The first few couple of days you knew him, you needed a break from him and his incessant yapping.

But when your dear pal came to see you, it got worse. So much worse. It literally ended up in a unintelligible conversation between nerds.

But, this time, you saw how the light reflected in his eyes as he talked, the way his hands seemed to have a mind of their own as they moved to express his point.

And when your friend turned towards you to give a small wave as hello, he turned and smiled radiantly at you before continuing his nerd to nerd conversation about Penacony's colonial history and link to the IPC.

You were pretty sure your face was really warm by then.

(Yeah, he was particularly weird, but he was cute)

[milkmugishere]

when they first met:

phainon: so... is black tide your only weakness?

mydei: no.

phainon: i see you're trying to get rid of me... [sad puppy noises]

--

them in 3.1:

mydei: tenth thoracic vertebrate is my weakness and the only way to properly kill me-

phainon: oh i-

--

[Update]

Now I kinda want to know what "little tricks" Phainon used when he fought Mydei for the first time.

Did Mydei's eyes widen in surprise at the trick? Seeing Phainon laughed triumphantly after, then huffed to hide his own entertained expression even for just that one moment? Or disgruntled at first, and then realized it has been a long time since he enjoyed sparring with someone?