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Chongyun finds there is a boundary he couldn’t cross, not with his condition, and not towards Xingqiu.
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In which the most intimate act comes in the form of the images painted on his significant other’s back.
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What’s the point in having a soulmate, when it doesn’t guarantee happiness?
Unsure of the future of their relationship, Chongyun lets himself be pulled along by the melancholy of their one-sided bond.
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After taking a hit from an unusual Abyss Mage, Chongyun finds himself in a Liyue he doesn’t recognize. As he struggles to navigate the modern world while looking for clues back to his own, Xingqiu meanwhile couldn’t help but wonder what sort of budget fiction he’s become a part of.
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Walk Me to the End of the World by miracles_do_come_true
Fandoms: 崩坏：星穹铁道 | Honkai: Star Rail (Video Game)
20 Jun 2026
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He gasped in pain as the man lifted up his pant leg, snapping out of his memories.
“This looks bad. Dislocated, maybe? I’m no doctor, but I’ll try to pop it back in place. You probably shouldn’t walk on it for a while.”
Tears rolled down his cheeks as the man dug through a suitcase, procuring a rag and shoving it in Sunday’s mouth.
“This is gonna hurt real bad. Stay quiet.” While the man – Gallagher? Was that what the boy called him – frowned at his leg, the teenager climbed into the bed of the truck and took Sunday’s hand in his own. He sniffled as the boy began to hum a familiar tune.
He could taste the blood in his mouth as he dug his teeth into the rag. Gallagher popped his leg back in place with the ease of someone much better suited to the end of the world than himself.
The world fell to black, Robin’s melody lulling him into a restless sleep.
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All Sunday Oak wants is to be reunited with his sister. Leaving behind the ruins of the city he once called home, Sunday traverses a post-apocalyptic hellscape littered with the undead to find her. As he begins to abandon all hope, a scruffy man who embodies everything Sunday despises pulls him from his despair.
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20 Jun 2026
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from porcelain, to ivory, to stone by yenu
Fandoms: 崩坏：星穹铁道 | Honkai: Star Rail (Video Game)
18 Sep 2024
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The payment was good, but Sunday was better.
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08 May 2026
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Sunday seeks redemption in pain. The piercings riddled throughout his body are both his confession and his penance—but with his Father gone, and gods forsaken, from whom can he receive forgiveness?
“Tell me, please—how does one forgive themselves?”
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08 May 2026
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So far, their dynamic has been disjointed — uncertain as both of them are used to being in control. Sunday is too used to being expected to perform. Though he’s disappeared from the limelight of Penacony, the mannerisms are still etched into his soul. He expects to focus on someone else – to love them in whatever way fits them best and to leave his pleasure forgotten. He has spent his lifetime filling this role, but his mind still lingers on a new concept.
Gallagher dominating him.
He could ruin him. Even in the dark, the outline of his thick muscles is visible and Sunday is hyper-aware that Gallagher is everything he is not. If Sunday is the light, fragile and waning, then Gallagher is the dark, constant and waxing with every moment.
(aka sunday struggles with depression after his fall from grace, so he breaks into gallagher's apartment and they have sex.)
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- Part 1 of Paradise Lost (Gallady Collection)
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08 May 2026
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wings drenched in longing (unfold at last) by lucky_orange
Fandoms: 崩坏：星穹铁道 | Honkai: Star Rail (Video Game)
27 Apr 2026
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Something is wrong.
Sunday can tell as much from the moment he wakes up, eyes fluttering open to the soft light the Express uses to mimic morning. It's a sight he’s grown accustomed to, yet today it leaves him with a knot in his throat, with clammy palms sticking to his bedsheets. It is when he draws his first breath of the day, only to find it uneven, that an inkling of something sinks into his bones.
He’s sick, he realizes, and with it comes the fluttering of his heart in his chest, abnormal and abrupt. A rhythm disrupted.
Or: Sunday gets sick, but decides to hide it, not wanting to ruin the crew's plans to go to a karaoke joint. This, of course, blows up in his face.
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27 Apr 2026