Hehe838
Recent bookmarks
-
All Waters Converge Somewhere by A_Cry_Without_Echo
Fandom: 原神 | Genshin Impact (Video Game)
31 Dec 2025
- Words:
- 17,207
- Works:
- 3
- Bookmarks:
- 44
Bookmarked by Hehe838
31 Dec 2025
Bookmarker's Notes
I cried. My pillow is soaked. Fuck you.
Amazing story writing -
of five burgers, pay the price for three by adeleade
Fandoms: 崩坏：星穹铁道 | Honkai: Star Rail (Video Game)
01 Nov 2023
Tags
Summary
Hundreds of days ago, the High Heat Quintet ruled their local Five Guys with the ability to cook, serve, and eat. Like expert dishwashers, they flushed away the competition, including the disciples of Sanctus McDickus. That is, until a sacrilegious mistake tore the restaurant apart, leaving them with manpower shortages and even shorter employees.
It's up to their newest employee, Bailu, to revive the joint with her talent(s).
-
Tags
Summary
People assume that Evernight is the possessive one between her and March 7th. And they would be right!
But what people don't expect is for the obsession to be mutual.OR
March refuses to lose Evernight. They've finally reunited, and she won't let anyone separate them.
She can't lose her!
...she just won't.
Even if it means losing everyone around her. -
Tags
Summary
“Are you enjoying your feast, Dux Gladiorum?”
Hysilens turns to the voice behind her and raises her glass of honeybrew up to her lips upon seeing Cerydra, lest the fond smile breaking across her face get too out of control. “It is more than I could have hoped for.”
A lul in dialogue allows for Hysilens to study Cerydra a little more. The chatter and liveliness of the feast continues around them, but the people might as well be underwater as Hysilens’ every sense hones in on Cerydra.
It’s here, as close as they are, that Hysilens can feel that fire she yearns for the most; it burns hottest when she’s by her ruler’s side.
or,
Hysilens is Cerydra's, in every sense of the word
-
Tags
Summary
“My humble apologies, Imperator,” Hysilens says, her voice rasping unpleasantly—still so unaccustomed to the human tongue. She clears her throat, pressing a hand to her chest. “To see that fish in the blackness where the sun’s rays dare not shine… it is as a star; radiant in the depths of the sea. Not unlike your blazing light, which guided me to shore.”
Cerydra takes a long sip of her glass, only to fall silent. Golden ichor drips from the corner of her mouth, and Hysilens resists the urge to reach out, and…
“Were you truly so allured?” Cerydra murmurs, shattering the silent moment almost off-handedly—which is strange—no action of the Imperator's is impromptu in the slightest. She is an angler, a chessmaster. She is patient, composed, and she does not err lightly.
But Cerydra blinks as she looks to Hysilens, as if she too is struck with momentary surprise at her own tongue. Her breath is sweet, and warm against her siren’s scales. And Hysilens nods.
“Yes,” she whispers, for none but her light to hear. “I was.”
"Twist the knife, Helektra."