Fic master post (ongoing)
I’ve been meaning to make one of these for a while so that my fics are easier to find! (The following list is separated by fandom.)
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Little Goody Two Shoes
lie with my brittle bones
freya x lebkuchen | sfw | 4k | one shot
Freya couldn’t remember a thing she’d said after that—could only remember the warmth in her chest, though the cold cut to the bone. She stared agog from beneath her fur-lined cowl, breathless even as Elise pivoted for another’s distant beckon. Even as the snow continued its heavenly fall.
Buried and trembling, her father at last found her, mittened palm pressed to her chittering lips. By the crash and tumble of brimful chance, Freya was smitten.
She had fallen in love.
Or, Freya lets go in time.
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Baldur’s Gate 3
sing to me that motley gospel
shadowheart x tav | nsfw | 3.7k words | one shot
And fear did not sit idle. It grew hungered with neglect, burrowing out of its prison to feast upon her deeper marrow. A weed left sowed now ensnared her in vines too knotted to unravel, though Tav had remarkably defied those odds.
Or, Shadowheart had always been afraid of the dark, in truth.
in the shadow of the evening trees
shadowheart x tav | nsfw | 3.8k words | one shot
Most nights, Shadowheart dreamed of her mother’s eyes. Olive like her own, they tracked her steadily as she worked, sundering her parents to bloody heaps.
Or, Shadowheart remembers, she grieves, and Tav remains a loving tether throughout.
a call to flame
shadowlach | nsfw | 2.8k | one shot
By the light of the moon Shadowheart stood, refulgent at the verge of a babbling brook. Shirtless, wreathed in silver, thin fingers working through the twine of her braid—she was a siren of the dark and unseen. Her hair fluttered down past the small of her back, long and silky like skeins of pure starlight.
“Care to join me?”
Or, Karlach is touch starved and Shadowheart is depressed. They kiss about it.
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Octopath Traveler II
absolve me before the dawn
castthrone | nsfw | 3.4k words | one shot
The bedside casement window let in faded moonlight, the lump atop her sheets awash silver and gray. Castti dropped the bucket by the bureau, toeing off her boots to search for a nearby chamberstick, bath long forgotten.
“Throné?” She had expected the other woman to turn up, though not quite so late. This thing between them— an understanding born of their mutual want for closeness, the looming shadow of loss at their backs— left them silently desperate, seeking out the other when the coming dawn posed too great a threat.
Or, both their pasts haunt them, but here, while the world sleeps, they have each other.
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Fire Emblem Engage
among the flowers, something more
aleivy | mild nsfw | 4k words | one shot
“Have you been to Lookout Ridge yet?”
“I don’t suppose I have.”
Alear was already walking, dancing her fingers through the air as if to twine them in the flossy clouds. “You have to see the Somniel from higher up… the night comes alive,” she said quietly, voice gauzy with wonder. It struck Ivy then, just how new this world was to Alear too.
Or, their relationship blooms, and so too the flowers.
irascible daze
aleivy | nsfw | 5k words | one shot
 In her dozing mind’s eye, Alear held her close, pressing her into the sheets until the warmth of their cloister had Ivy sweating, panting, grappling for more…
The luring, amorous phantasms had been haunting her as of late, though she didn’t wish to impede Alear’s delve into erudition with her crazed want for closeness. Work posed the most vexing barrier; Alear hadn’t truly touched her in nearly a fortnight.
Or, Ivy wakes up alone and agitated, tearing through the castle just to find her salvation.
what had always been
aleivy | sfw | 5.9k words | one shot
Ivy squared her jaw, curling her numb fingers into fists. She hated that dress, she hated how the Lords and Ladies leered at her. She was half a decade of age, and Ivy already battled the court for Mother’s love.
Heartbreak had found its home in her, leaving her forlorn and resolute. It was better to be thrown to the wilds than to the gluttonous maw of the people, Ivy was certain.
Or, Ivy was born in the cold, and she spends her following years searching for warmth.
long may she reign
aleivy | mild nsfw | 5.4k words | one shot
“Marry me,” she spoke with slurred ardor, the words no louder than her clamorous heart.
“What?” Alear’s crystal clear astonishment silenced the whir in Ivy’s ears, sobering her so thusly that she stepped back with a gasp.
She didn’t have far to go before the door halted her escape, frigid fingers pressing to her own lips in self-admonishment. Ivy cursed her carelessness, her ill-timed slip of the tongue.
“I…” Silver tears of mortification clumped in her lower lashes; she couldn’t meet Alear’s awaiting stare. “Please, just forget I said anything.”
Or, Ivy ponders the prospect of marriage.
take my praise, take my heart too
aleivy | nsfw | 4k words | one shot
“I don’t understand.” She found her voice at last, already following after Alear’s sure gate. “Go where?”
“I’d like to be alone with you somewhere quieter, away from the bevy.” Alear stopped short in one of the western hallways, the life-size portrait of Lumera regarding them kindly from astride the floor to ceiling windows. “Is that alright?”
Ivy floundered in the face of her stately zeal. “Of course.”
Or, Ivy and Alear escape oppressive noble ramblings to find solace in one another.
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Honkai Star Rail
to love and let be
ciphlaea | nsfw | 4.1k words | one-shot
Aglaea let her go each and every time. Scoop her dignity off the floor with the mess of her clothes, and dash whence she came. Laughter echoing in her wake.
Today, though, that earlier unease shifted to something decidedly uncouth. Fate stared down upon them, omnipresent and foreboding, hardening Aglaea’s resolve; she would not let Cipher get away so easily this time.
“Turn around and strip,” Aglaea said, unraveling the ropes with hardly a glance in Cipher’s direction.
Or, Cipher is not one so easily snared.
sweeter than to wake
kafstel | nsfw | 4.1k words | one-shot
A true mess of a problem, really. Kafka lay beneath her—eyes lidded, cheeks flush, hair down and sprawling across the pillows. “We have got to stop meeting like this.”
It was the call of that drawled voice that knocked all mislaid wit back into Stelle’s absent brain, the short hum of Kafka’s laughter like the persistent reverberations Stelle could never quite run from. Not that she’d really tried. But it vexed her all the same.
Or, Stelle rises from yet another dream.
my love is mine, all mine
kafstel | nsfw | 2.5k words | one-shot
“Would you marry me?” Stelle asked, her air of nonchalance almost comical.
“Marry you…” Kafka repeated, fingers twitching when Stelle pressed down on the tendons of her forearm. She worked at them a moment more, kneading her into pliancy it seemed.
“Me, yes.” As if Kafka would wed anyone else, and then: “I’m feeling just witless enough, aren’t you?”
Or, after a mission of little intrigue, Kafka and Stelle get married on a whim.
favored dance among fools
kafstel | nsfw | 4k words | one-shot
It was a harrowing thing to admit—that she wasn’t as omnipotent as she’d hoped, that their coalescence was relatively young. That they had yet to fully learn one another.
Had Kafka any choice in the matter, she’d have long since parsed and cataloged all branching facets of Stelle’s mind. But open communication would have to make for a modest substitute.
Or, should Stelle feel any doubt, Kafka is more than willing to reassure her.
fugue in b minor
kafstel | nsfw | 4.7k words | one-shot
“I need you to sweep me off my feet.” She inched higher, teeth rasping at the lobe of Stelle’s ear. “Show me how you move, press us closer until I just can’t stand it.” Their noses bumped, their rudimentary waltz slowing to that of an off tempo sway. “Tell me you love me—”
“I love you,” Stelle whispered, the scripted line settling between them a note too early. She seemed hardly lucid, eyeing Kafka’s parted lips like they might be the only thing keeping her grounded.
Or, it was hardly just for show—Kafka felt that rekindled wanting, down to the very pulse of her.
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Genshin Impact
adore her
mavuinen | nsfw | 2.5k | one-shot
“Xilonen, I…” Mavuika tipped forward, glaring at the hollow of Xilonen’s throat. She could see the way Xilonen swallowed at their closeness, watched as her carotid pulsed double-time below her jaw. Mavuika dropped her forehead to Xilonen’s shoulder, sagging a little at the disgruntled murmur that followed. “I’m sorry.”
Xilonen laughed at that, her guffaw jostling them both. She lay a hand over the curve of Mavuika’s back, stroking absently. “I must be hearing things.”
Or, Mavuika overthinks, and Xilonen sets her mind at ease.
should your flame ever dwindle
mavuinen | nsfw | 4.2k | one-shot
“You were planning to die.”
It wasn’t so much the words that caught Mavuika off guard, but the short way Xilonen said them. As if she’d come to terms with the gnarly truth some time ago. Warred with it nightly, let it curdle and harden until at last she spat it out.
Mavuika blinked, tightening her grip, suddenly afraid, of all things, that Xilonen might walk away. “Yes.”
Or, there might be a few things left unsaid between them.
a dose of sweetened amnesty
mavuinen | sfw | 2.2k words | one-shot
In the lull post-battle, Mavuika stands a little off kilter, a little blood-stained. She thinks absently of warmth, and her need for comfort guides her right to its winsome source.
Or, Mavuika pays Xilonen’s workshop a visit.
and other wonderful things
arlefuri | nsfw | multi-chapter, ongoing (2/?)
It was the inevitability of irrelevance that Furina ran from, and such a fruitless chase had left her a hollowed husk. She could hardly stumble her way through vocal warmups, much less scream her frustration.
So Furina drank, let the wine convince her in ways the others could not. A quarter past dusk, and Furina knew—she had to get away.
Or, Furina loses her voice. Within the mountain’s glacial enclave where a warming lodge dutifully stands, Arlecchino endeavors to help her find it.
personal cathedrals
arlefuri | nsfw | 4.7k words | one shot
They faced each other now before the figural crossroads—to waver or not to waver—and Furina clasped her hands before herself, breathless when she guided them down the untrodden path.
“Would you like to come inside?”
To be so daring at such a late hour was unexpected; Furina swayed, winded, made curious all the more by the responding incline of Arlecchino’s head.
Or, Arlecchino is but one temptation Furina cannot shake.
the devil is in the details
eisara | nsfw | multi-chapter, ongoing (11/?)
Sara—waylaid by heartbreak, disillusionment, and the fruity dregs of alcohol—summons a demon.
What happens after that is a blur.
Or, Sara is a medical student down on her luck, and Ei is a demon who yearns for company.
athyrium
kokoei | nsfw | 6.2k words | one shot (follow up for ‘beneath the roots’)
“If I didn’t know any better, Your Excellency,” Ei whispered to match the room’s lull, gaze falling to Kokomi’s lips, “I’d say you were courting me.”
Kokomi blinked, slow and cat-like. “It’s a good thing you know so much then, isn’t it?”
Or, Kokomi finally returns Ei’s letter.
and there is beauty yet unknown
furina-centric (gen) | sfw | 4k words | one shot
She hoped to feel a stirring deep within, a sprightly spark of hope like some grand pedagogy of the waters might lead her out of befuddlement. No such calling befell her, though the next rushing headwind brought with it the promise of snow.
Or, Furina finds a reason.
renaissance
furina-centric (gen) | sfw |3.5k words | one shot
How did one mourn the death of oneself? Furina wondered often, stared blankly up at the ceiling until her vision grew spotty, unsure whether to cry, or laugh, or shout her frustration.
Or, Furina mourns, she breaks, and, in time, she finds solace. 
behind this house, an orange tree grows
eisara | nsfw | 7.7k words | one shot (sequel to ‘of dividends and dubious hearts’)
Her fingers dipped into the waistline of Ei’s skirt, the fabric fluttering to the floor as she sank to her knees. Sara pressed her lips to the crosshatch imprint that remained, chasing after each errant freckle in her descent, mouth half open and searing by the time her words finally settled.
Ei blinked, dazed, shoving at Sara’s forehead as gently as her mounting thrill would allow. “You mean…”
“Yoimiya helped me with the last of my things.” Sara kissed the jut of her hip, the marked notch of her pelvis, etching her smile into the plush of Ei’s stomach. “I’m officially moved in, as of this afternoon.”
Or, their life in bloom, one summer later.
where the white jasmine grows
makomiko | sfw | 5.8k words | one shot (prequel to ‘beneath the roots and further still’)
She made a ghostly visage, though not so haunting. She was otherworldly, straightening with a huff, and shoving her half-rimmed glasses back up the bridge of her nose. Makoto tossed her hair over her shoulder— the cascade of it rippling like the grander waters against her back— and the swelling bud behind Miko’s breastbone burst open to bare its waxy petals.
She gasped at the initial jolt, a sharp pain that melted to ataractic warmth. “Mako?” she called out without thought, voice small and tremulous, barely louder than the patter of foot traffic just beyond the window.
Or, Miko loves her, like flora do the sun.
take me under the blue
ayasara | nsfw | 2k words | one shot
Ayaka sounded amused, lips sliding over the hinge of the general’s clenched jaw. Sara lay prone, agog.
“What do you think about?”
“Missing you.” Ayaka kissed the apple of Sara’s cheek, propping up on her elbows until their lips ghosted. “Wanting you.” She rolled her hips in punctuation, swooping her tongue past Sara’s parted lips before the general could register the throaty proclamation.
Or, Ayaka and Sara elect to stay in bed for the morning.
of dividends and dubious hearts
eisara | eventually nsfw | 43k words | multi-chapter, completed (4/4)
The woman across from Ei seemed awestruck by the mere sound of her voice. Her smile slackened, a nearly imperceptible slip before she responded, “Sara Kujou.” Kunikuzushi sniffled loudly, severing their prolonged contact; Sara stepped back, looking almost bashful when she bowed her head and laughed. “But the kids call me Ms. Kujou.”
“How strange,” Ei hummed, cocking her head just enough to catch a glimpse of the other woman’s sharpened jaw, observing with open-eyed blatancy. “I can’t recall seeing you in the school directory last year.”
Or, Sara is Kunikuzushi’s teacher, and Ei is a single mom doing her best.
come away with me
dehyarzad | sfw | 1.5k words | one shot
Her childhood home, her gilded prison— coming back here had only brought her greater pain. Father and Mother always feared her dreams, but that had never stopped her from running.
Or, Dunyarzad’s parents can be stifling, but Dehya is always a welcome reprieve.
in this palace in chains
dehyarzad | nsfw | 4k words | one shot
She wound her arms around Dehya’s neck, urging their lips to brush when she spoke, “if this is what you want, then I have no reservations with you taking.” Dunyarzad slid a hand down to the dip of the mercenary’s back, breath catching when their bare skin touched. “I want you to make me feel alive.”
Or, Dehya is there, blindingly brilliant, and Dunyarzad yearns despite it all.
over the garden wall
eisara | eventually nsfw | 13k words | multi-chapter, completed (2/2)
Sara despised nothing more than being akin to a caged oscine— trapped and pinned by monotony and over frugality— and so she fled. Battered car and tentative determination guided her to the coast, down the winding roads of town, and up the gravel path to the house of promise. She would start anew, beginning in the garden where revelation waited.
Or, Sara moves to a small town and meets a ghost who uproots her world (an eisara ghost au)
between the lines
kokoyae | nsfw | 3k words | one shot
Nothing pleased Kokomi more than a good book and titillating conversation— the Guuji Yae offering both in droves— and so she boarded the resistance branded transport vessel on the last day of each month, Narukami island bound and heart fluttering with the promise of fulfilling literary analysis.
Or, Yae tells Kokomi to keep reading, no matter how dizzying her touch.
beneath the roots and further still
yaesara | nsfw | 100k words | multi-chapter, complete (23/23)
Driven by the gripping force of erosion and grief, Ei flees Tenshukaku without a word. She traverses beyond the city with ease, leaving her beloved general and kitsune to give chase. Both Sara and Yae struggle to see eye to eye, but this much was clear: they must work together if they want to bring Ei back.
meet me beneath the old otogi tree
yaesara | sfw | 6k words | one shot
Spring gave way to summer, and though their hands joined with ease, Sara still floundered. There was no easy way to speak directly from the heart.
Or, Sara goes to Yoimiya for advice and spends a week trying to ask Yae on a date.
like chocolate (a taste that lingers)
eisara | nsfw | 6.8k words | one shot
Brisk winter air and chanced first meetings— Sara was certain the smell of chocolate had permeated the walls of her office by now, though she found she quite liked it.
Or, Ei and Sara run into each other in front of a coffee shop and never look back.
ode to evermore
eisara | nsfw | 6k words | one shot
When the fog of war and loss finally clears, the Almighty Shogun stands before her, hand outstretched; Sara grasps at her splendor, but the words never come.
Or, Ei asks Sara to marry her, and Sara doesn’t know what to say.
coalescence
eisara | sfw | 7.8k words | one shot
Sara had seen much of what Teyvat had to offer, very little was cause for surprise, but the way Ei looked at her now— open and fervent, dazzling— had the general positively reeling. What did it mean when she touched her like that?
Or, it's Ei and Sara, and the ways in which they come together.
sweetest devotion
yaesara (implied eimikosara) | nsfw | 4.8k words | one shot
A wrapped lunch and soft caress go a long way, though Sara wasn't expecting this. Maybe she was spurred on by the heat of the summer sun, but the general was desperate for it.
Or, Yae Miko takes a break from work, with Sara's help of course.
in my heart is a christmas tree farm
yaesara | eventually nsfw | 19k words | multi-chapter, complete
Miko Yae, foreman of Yae Publishing House, doesn’t have time in her busy schedule for the leisure that often comes with the holidays. When she begrudgingly agrees to spend Christmas up in the mountains with Saiguu, Makoto, and her ex, Ei, she doesn’t expect to meet Sara as well.
Or, a yaesara hallmark christmas movie au
the smell of sunny places
eisara (implied eimikosara) | sfw | 5k words | one shot
The Raiden Shogun is insistent that Sara join her on a tour of Inazuma's sparse villages to provide reparations following the war. Despite her apprehension, Sara follows as always, braced for the worst to come to pass.
Or, Ei and Sara have each other, and perhaps that is enough.
realize not too late (loved you always)
eisara (implied eimikosara) | eventually nsfw | 18.5k words | multi-chapter, completed (5/5)
Following La Signora’s defeat, Sara is left despondent as her livelihood— her ambition— is stripped from her. How ironic. Sara decides she needs to get away for a while.
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The Legend of Zelda
all that’s left unsaid
midzel | sfw | 3k words | one shot
The Mirror of Twilight remains intact, and Midna stays. She makes a promise to Zelda, and even as the boundless days pass them by… she keeps it.
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