0☆synopsis: you're shit at almost every subject in school, so you sign up for the schools new study buddy project. You write an application and tell them your weak subjects, they assign you a tutor who is strongest in those subjects. What you didn't expect was to be paired up with Phainon, the smartest in your year, and also the person you find the most annoying.
It's nothing that he'd done wrong, it was his kind and grounding demeanor and his stupidly cute face that you refuse to swoon for (which you find ultimately quite difficult).
Why did it have to be him?!?!
0☆warnings: potential angst, lots of fluff, (onesided) enemies to lovers, y/n x phainon, hsr universe, university alternate, mentions of alcohol, smoking and partying, suggestiveness, all characters are aged up to 18+ regardless, stelle and firefly are dating, blade is dan hengs evil ex
0☆: no specified word count or amount of parts! will end when i feel its sufficient
A soundless roar reverberated through the air, vibrating deep in the marrow of the earth itself. Fires bloomed across the horizon like wilting flowers, their smoke clawing at a sky split by jagged streaks of blue and gold light. The once-bustling city lay in shambles, its towering spires buckling under the weight of something unseen but immense, as though the heavens themselves were folding inward.
And then, silence.
You woke up on cold, fractured ground, your cheek pressed against shards of crystalized ash. A sickly warmth pulsed through the air, but it wasn’t the heat that pulled you upright—it was a voice.
It wasn’t a voice, not in the traditional sense. It wasn’t sound. It was a presence, vast and all-encompassing, brushing against the edges of your mind like the echo of a dream you couldn’t quite remember.
"𝐖𝐚𝐤𝐞."
You gasped as the word—or thought—slammed into your consciousness. Your body moved instinctively, scrambling to your knees, though every muscle protested.
The city—or what was left of it—stretched out before you, a desolate wasteland. Shadows writhed where no light should have reached. In the distance, a cluster of people ran toward a barely functioning evac station, their screams swallowed by the chaos. A Stellaron, massive and pulsating, loomed like a malignant star over the ruins.
Your chest tightened. You knew what this was. Everyone did. Stellaron outbreaks were whispered about in myths and horror stories, a cosmic plague that left no survivors. And now, one had come to your home.
But how were you still alive?
"𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞."
The voice—or thought, or thing—intruded again, cold and steady.
“Who’s there?” you rasped, your voice breaking on the question. You weren’t sure whom you were asking.
No answer came, but the pressure in your mind didn’t fade. Instead, it grew, wrapping around your thoughts like a vice. Images flickered unbidden behind your eyes—a spiraling void, a distant train cutting through infinite stars, and fragments of something shattered, scattered across the cosmos.
You clutched your head, doubling over. “Stop—stop it!”
"𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐞."
The command was undeniable, a weight that bore down on your every thought. Your legs obeyed before you had time to resist, carrying you forward into the wreckage. You staggered, eyes darting to the ground for stability, but the fragments of crystal that lined the earth pulsed faintly as you passed, like they were responding to your presence.
You didn’t know where you were going or why, only that you couldn’t stop. A part of you wanted to scream—to cry out for help—but deep down, some instinct whispered that no one would hear you.
The distant whine of engines pierced the air, and a shadow fell over you. When you looked up, a colossal shape descended from the sky—a train. No, not just a train. It glimmered with an otherworldly light, sleek and impossibly vast.
The voice returned, this time softer, almost amused.
And as you stepped toward the light, the fragments beneath your feet glowed brighter. For a brief moment, you could swear you saw something—no, someone—standing in the smoke ahead of you.
They reached out a hand, and the world dissolved into darkness.
made for @castodust's 800 followers event!
i dont really like this but shhh thats okay nobody needs to know
- day 3; edit a stellaron hunter from hsr or edit a darkner from deltarune
psd by @ffashiion "heart-beating witch girl"
