8 Works by illrun
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For Every Flower, There is Another You by illrun
Fandoms: The Amazing Digital Circus (Web Series)
20 Jun 2026
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It shouldn't have survived, and yet, there it was.
Her giant eyes stared up at him, her huge irises centered on him. He could see his eyes in the reflections of hers, glassy. Her tears fell on the peony's petals.
"You said they were your favourite- as- as a kid," she whispered, her weak knees lifting her off the viewing bench, "I don't know about now, and I..."
She swallowed before heaving in a heavy breath.
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Oh, Familiar Ache, Please Leave Him Be by illrun
Fandoms: 原神 | Genshin Impact (Video Game)
25 May 2026
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varka becomes ill, and this is basically how I think he'd act when seriously unwell and without needing to maintain any kind of emotional facade for his knights.
otherwise, varka gets all quiet when sick, especially when it comes to having migraines. -
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You found him on the floor of the bathroom, chest heaving, skin tight against his collarbone. His body let off streaks of steam from the tense muscles, his neck and back clearly straining with some sort of stress. He had one quivering hand curled into the fabric of his newly-donned shirt, his eyes scanning every entrance - or exit, as he later told you he was looking for - biting his tongue. With how his hand had dug into the skin of his chest, you could only have a guess that there was an ache there, that he couldn't catch his breath. A panic attack.
You'd sat beside him that night, slowly, as though dealing with a timid animal. One of your hands moved to clasp his loosely, your thumb stroking over his knuckles, over the toughened skin and scars, over the callouses that rooted themselves deep in his palm as you pulled that hand away from his chest to give him space to breathe. You watched his lungs slowly draw in air again, free from the cage of his grasp.
"Leon, honey, what's up?" you murmured, bringing his other hand into yours.
It took a moment for him to answer.
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Trembling hands reached to block his nose from the awful stench he could still taste on the back of his tongue as he reached his arm out for the phone that sat on his desk. His hand quivered punching in the numbers, holding his breath from the effort, which only added to the cramping in his stomach. His eyes were starting to haze, his vision swimming every time he moved his head, the numbers becoming white messes of soft lines. His trembling only got worse the more he tried, until a hand enveloped his. It was cool and comforting. Another familiar hand pressed against his forehead, and through his blurry vision (when did he take his glasses off?) he saw a familiar mess of colours, a familiar shape, a familiar person. He tried to speak, but the words stuck in his throat, becoming only an incoherent mumble. Since when did it get this bad...?
"Harves, what happened to you...?"
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You could sense the hesitation in his eyes, in the way his mouth moved, in how his arms were stiff, and how he didn't look at you. You though that it might’ve been the right chance to convince him into it.
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Technically, I wrote this as Male Reader/Sebastian, HOWEVER, as of the second chapter, there are no personal pronouns used for the reader, so it can be read as a female reader
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Like the fog of an early morning rain by illrun
Fandoms: 崩坏：星穹铁道 | Honkai: Star Rail (Video Game)
10 Oct 2025
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Welt couldn’t help but feel miserable. He couldn’t see beyond the fuzz clouding his eyes, could barely hear beyond the buzz stuck in his head. What he could hear was lost to the fog stuck in his mind.
- Language:
- English
- Words:
- 540
- Chapters:
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- Kudos:
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Kinich remained asleep well past sunrise, his body laid snug under the covers. It was comfortable, warm. Ajaw woke before him, which was usually the indicator that something was amiss. The almighty dragon lord, Ku'hul Ajaw, awake before his human subject? It almost felt insulting.
"Kiniiiiich! Hellooo! Wake-y Wake-y!"
There wasn't even a budge. What in the name of the Heavenly Principles was going on? Maybe something was wrong. Really wrong. Did humans usually malfunction like that? Did he need a veterinarian to help? Wait, what was the human form of those, again? Where does he find one?
It seemed to panic him. Kinich. Unmoving past sunrise. Dead still. Laid on his back instead of his side. The thought seemed to only make his heart race.