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Sunday has a hard time connecting with anyone onboard the Astral Express. When Mr Yang invites him to participate in their annual Holiday celebration, he decides he wants to contribute in his own way. While preparing for the event, he connects with the Crew and his kindness is repaid with friendship and compassion, which he never expected.
The only person he somehow cannot connect to is Stelle, who is faced with unwanted feelings that she doesn’t understand.
A story about finding love and understanding your own heart.
A lot of fluff and hugging. Sunday is unaware of how sweet of a person he is. Fortunately, his newfound Family is more perceptive :)
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“You cannot break something that’s already broken.” Meng Yao murmured after his performance ended.
He was the owner but also the main singer and dancer of an exclusive strip club “Red Velvet”, a place only the rich could dream of stepping into.After a successful fusion in Lan Xichen’s company, he was taken to this exact club by his friends to celebrate.
To his shock, the dancer that performed that day - the famous ‘Scarlet Friday’ turned out to be his long lost lover Meng Yao, the man that disappeared from his life ten years ago.Will Lan Xichen be able to reunite with his beloved? What obstacles will they have to face?
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Water my plants by Mithrox
Fandoms: 魔道祖师 - 墨香铜臭 | Módào Zǔshī - Mòxiāng Tóngxiù, 陈情令 | The Untamed (TV)
07 Sep 2021
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Meng Yao runs a flower shop with his mother. One day he receives sudden help from someone he knows but would never expect to meet there.
What’s more, the man keeps coming back, befriending his mother in the process.A Xiyao romance with a drop of angst 💛💙
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Divenire by Mithrox
Fandoms: 魔道祖师 - 墨香铜臭 | Módào Zǔshī - Mòxiāng Tóngxiù, 陈情令 | The Untamed (TV)
13 Apr 2021
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When two hearts are broken, together they can become a whole.
Lan Xichen has no luck in love. He ends up being used or ditched by his partners. Guangyao is a mentally broken man. His past haunts him, making him unable to form a romantic relationship.
When those two meet a feeling forms between them, that neither wants to name. However, both know that if they want to be ever happy again, they have to face their problems together. -
Good morning by Mithrox
Fandoms: 魔道祖师 - 墨香铜臭 | Módào Zǔshī - Mòxiāng Tóngxiù, 陈情令 | The Untamed (TV)
16 May 2020
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Jin Guangyao had such a pleasant dream... Not a dream that he could speak of with anybody… but still… It was a dream that he wanted to become a reality.
Unless... it was not a dream.
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Jin GuangYao has died. His body was trapped inside a coffin with his most feared enemy.
He died hating his life that seemed like a mistake, and the end only proved it.
He died brokenhearted, betrayed, without hope.Jin GuangYao opened his eyes in the darkness. The pungent smell of blood hit his nostrils. It was pitch black. Was he blind? Was it hell?
Then came the pain.The next time he opened his eyes, he found himself lying in a bed. The squeaks of ravens resonated in the distance. A face came to his view. He knew this person, although they did not meet frequently. It was an old acquaintance. A long lost friend.
He was alive.
A new life was promised to him.
Is it a blessing or a curse?What will he do with this new life?
Who will he become?
How will he face the dark clouds that envelop the world of Cultivation once again?
How will he face the people who were hurt because of his actions?
Will he find any allies in the world that has forsaken him?
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Palm pressed against the cool glass stretching over the large windows in the Parlor Car, she watched the sunset-rust nebula swirling over the endless inky backdrop in tendrils, its living, breathing, colorful clouds colliding in a never-ending cosmic dance. If she closed her eyes, she could imagine a star whale piercing through, scattering them in its wake. Like watercolor flowers blooming on water. Or startled birds.
A paper kite.
Stelle never saw herself as anything but a paper kite.
—Singularity
[n.] Regions of space where the density of matter, or the curvature of spacetime, becomes infinite. In such locales, the standard concepts of space and time cease to have any meaning.Bookmarked by Mithrox
31 Aug 2025
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Another unforgettable sunstelle from this author
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He grew up sick.
An ailment not of the physical condition, but a malignant growth festering deep within. -
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Stelle hates her corporate job, and cannot quit in good conscience, not without throwing her former teachers' kindness in their faces after they so kindly helped her land a foot in one of the biggest two corporate empires in the continent. So, her next plan is to be so bad at her job that she will get fired—easy, right? Wrong.
Stelle has a weird boss that refuses to fire her, no matter what she does.
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- Part 1 of Terms & Conditions
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My Girl, My Girl, Don't Lie to Me by dubonpied
Fandoms: 崩坏：星穹铁道 | Honkai: Star Rail (Video Game)
23 Jan 2025
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When Sunday was assigned to head the congregation on Pegana, a small island nation lost in the midst of the sea, he saw it as an inconvenience temporarily pulling him from his sister's side. What he didn't expect was to meet a rebellious princess with dreams of adventure, nor to start experiencing vexing feelings for her. When Princess Stelle once again escapes from the watchful eye of her tutors, he is sent off by the girl's aunt to try and bring her wayward instincts back to shore. Will he succeed or find himself draw to the depths of the open ocean with her?
For Sunstelle week Day 5 : Royalty AU
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- Part 2 of Sunstelle week 2025
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I truly dislike you (a love song to my other self ) by cruellae (tinkabelladk), luxiaar
Fandoms: 崩坏：星穹铁道 | Honkai: Star Rail (Video Game)
01 Jan 2025
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Wonweek was everything Sunday hated. He was genuine, expressive, inappropriate, a teller of jokes with a boistrous laugh. All his life Sunday had built his rigid, decorous personality around that seed of exuberance. But even lacking sunlight and air, that childish aspect endured. Wonweek had grown roots into Sunday's heart, and could not be neatly excised.