ravensilversea

Fandom: Honkai: Star Rail
Rating: G
Tags: Canon Compliant, Triple Drabble, Sickfic, Fluff and Humor, Established Relationship, Hair Braiding
Notes: Title is from this Emily Dickinson poem
(Also on Ao3)

Kafka runs a hand through gray-brown hair. The sweat and unwashed oils have turned the usually soft strands into a wiry, almost sticky mass that cannot be comfortable to have hanging loose. She gathers a section, divides it into three, and as she begins to braid it back, Stelle hums into her stomach.

“You like that, hun?”

Stelle mumbles something, sleepy and contented. She shifts in Kafka’s lap, almost pulling her hair out of her partner’s hands, until she’s blinking up at Kafka, golden eyes stark against her fever-flushed cheeks. Kafka hums a little “Oh” of sympathy as she brushes the sweat from her forehead. For a moment, those golden eyes close, her darling leans into her hand, and a gentle sigh of relief warms the air between them.

It seems like Stelle then slips back into her dozing state, so Kafka returns to the braid in her hands. She’s tying it off with a burgundy ribbon when Stelle asks:

“Would you still love me if I was a worm?”

Kafka can’t help it. She laughs. Of all the things to ask, she leans her face against one hand and strokes Stelle’s fevered cheek with the other.

Deep creases form in her darling’s brow, and Stelle’s nose scrunches up like an adorable little rabbit’s. “Kafka,” she whines. “It’s a serious question.” Her bottom lip sulkily pouts out.

“And you’re the only one who would ask it.” Kafka fishes for one of Stelle’s hands, presses it to her lips with the adoration of a knight. “Of course, I’d love you, hun. Where would I be without you?”

This time, the red that spreads across Stelle’s face has nothing to do with her fever. “Kafka!” She whines again, burying her head back down in her partner’s lap. And Kafka laughs and laughs.

Fandom: Katekyou Hitman Reborn

Relationship: Chrome Dokuro/Sasagawa Kyoko

Rating: G

Tags: Slice of Life, Pre-Relationship, Crushes, Sleepovers, Sleep Intimacy, Non-Sexual Intimacy

Originally Posted: July 1, 2022

KHRrarepairweek 2022 Cloud Day: Sleep Intimacy | Painter/Model AU

Summary: Is it gay to share a couch with your maybe-crush during a sleepover with your friends?

Ao3


The living room seems so much darker and so much quieter after the TV is shut off. Shadows of furniture and open doorways seem to hide dark figures leftover from the horror movie marathon they had been having until- Kyoko cranes her head to see the green numbers of the oven clock in the kitchen- a little after two in the morning. She settles back against the pillow, closes her eyes, and breathes out slowly, and Hana snores a bit louder on the other couch.

It takes a moment for Kyoko’s heart to stop pounding from the sudden noise. The fear slowly fades away from where it was lurking in the back of her mind like a leopard in a tree. She shifts into a more comfortable position on the couch and stretches out her legs, knees aching from being in a cramped position for too long.
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My mum's been making muffins for months, and I kept going, "I want muffins :(" But unfortunately I have to make the muffins if I want muffins because I am an adult and no one has invented teleportation yet. So! I finally made muffins last week!! They were really good - surprisingly subtle in flavor considering I find both banana and peanut butter tend to be rather strong flavors. Not mad about it at all though, I was just a bit surprised.

I've included the recipe behind the read-more if anyone's interested. It's a quick-bread recipe, so it can be used for muffins or bread, whichever floats your boat. I apologize in advance for my American measurements XD

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Fandom: Honkai: Star Rail

Relationship: Dan Heng/March 7th/Stelle

Rating: T

Tags: Canon Compliant, Slice of Life, Fluff, Established Relationship, Painting, Nude Modeling, Suggestive Themes

polyamships Polyam Shipping Day: Inspire

Summary: Stelle and March have arranged Dan Heng on the window seat. They have posed him to best take advantage of the light from the moon they're orbiting and draped him in sheer fabric, and all he has to do is sit still and look pretty. He's more than happy to oblige.

Ao3


“Hmm.”

“Hmm.”

Dan Heng once again lifts his gaze from the book he’s been ‘reading’. His partners stare at Stelle’s canvas with matching scrunched-up faces of perturbed concentration, March’s tongue sticking out from the corner of her mouth while Stelle sucks her bottom lip. Their eyes look at him, then back to the canvas, then back to him.

“Did you move?” March leans back and rests her fists on her hips.

He raises an eyebrow. “Does it look like I’ve moved?” He flares his free hand open in the direction of the sheer cream fabric artfully draped over his shoulder and across his lap. It’s the only thing he’s moved aside from turning the pages of his book, and he hasn’t even done that for a while. Too captivated by the movement of Stelle’s paint brush and the streak of crimson that has somehow smeared across March’s nose. “I believe I was instructed not to on ‘pain of death’?”
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Write a love letter to fandom. It might be to fandom in general, to a particular fandom, favourite character, anything at all.

Love is stored in the pencil marks on notebook pages gleefully handed over into a friend’s hands. It is stored in the emails and discussions and too-late chat messages rambling on and on about plots that never come to be. It’s stored in the art and vids we share, the characters we love, and the worlds we create.

And “What if” holds so much capacity for love. What if they didn’t die? What if something changed? What if they fell in love again and again? What if they were somewhere else, someone else? What if all that went wrong went right, and just this once: Everybody lives!

What if our ships never passed in the night? Where would we be without each other?

Where would we be without the comment chains between us. Our gleeful excitement of sliding into each other’s DMs to ramble deep into those good nights. The endless waves of boop notification as Tumblr descends into April Fools madness, and we are both determined to win this war. Where would we be without our gifts to each other and our “I thought of you”s?

Today, I scroll through an event tag in awe of the fanart being made and the comments being left, knowing I had a hand in creating this opportunity. I find love stored in the stick figures and first baby steps of an artist just as much as it is stored in their masterworks. In the “this is my first time trying _” and the “back on my bullshit” tags, in the shared celebrations of everyone’s achievements, and in the server-wide “Happy Birthday!”s.

Fandom is trembling hands reaching out across a seemingly endless chasm only to realize it’s really not that big at all. And when I think of love for it, I think of all this. How it is a network of connections waiting to be made and an endless fountain of creativity waiting to burst forth. And all you have to do is pick up a pen, a paint brush, a keyboard, whatever you want, and reach out—

Love is stored in the distressed emoji reactions from my friends when they realize I chose That One Prompt, even as they vibrate in excitement because I am finally, properly joining them in their fun.

I signed up for the Fannish 50 at goals_on_dw. I've had a lot of fun this past year stretching my fannish wings and trying my hand at website coding, gif-making, web graphics, art, plus joining new fan groups as well as keeping up with my usual fic writing. I figure this'll be a good way to encourage more of that in the coming year! Maybe I should try writing some meta 💭 I think that's the last Big Thing I'm missing lol

1. A Honkai: Star Rail fanfic
2. A list of non-Ao3 fic reading sites