💭 #mynaxaNewYear2026 day 6: "Ever After"
🏷️ #mynaxa 🧵fic, ER 8128 introspection, bittersweet fluff
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The sky has become a twisted sort of comfort as it twinkles with secrets just barely out of reach. Beneath it, Anaxa sits and waits for one specific soul to join him.
Soft watercolor painting of Anaxa placed in an oval-shaped wooden frame. Two lavender flowers are against the left side of the frame, while in the center is the title "from tales of old". Attached to the bottom of the wooden frame is a golden clasp with the roman numeral 3 engraved into it.
In all of this, what Anaxa is stuck on the most is “as per my son’s request.” He pictures Mydei with his mother, carrying a concerned expression, as he asks to keep things subtle. To not use easily recognizable transportation. The thought warms his chest as he glances over the letter. The similarities between Queen Gorgo’s and Mydei’s handwriting, mostly noticeable in how they start their letters and the downstrokes of the words, is especially endearing. Heliodora clicks her tongue. “Still being awfully secretive about what this is going be about, though.” “Mh.” “Maybe she… really just wants to chat?” — “from tales of old” Chapter 3 | 6.1k words
♦️ from tales of old – chapter 3 ♦️
✦ #mynaxa #anadei #velvetwrites #🍷♦️🍷
✦ 6.1k words ✧ 25k total
✦ A cryptic message leads to a race and a deal that changes everything.
🏷️ soulmates, reincarnation, childhood friends to lovers, slow burn
🔗 archiveofourown.org/works/68805201
💭 #mynaxamonday #5: "avowed"
🏷️ #mynaxa ER 8128
#velvetwrites #velvetthread
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Anaksa is special.
Others may wrinkle their nose or scoff at the term, their perception of "special" being different to the one he has written in the dictionary of his heart, but Mydeimos sits in the realization of it.
💭 #mynaxamonday #3: dream
🏷️ #mynaxa 🧵fic w/ mer!Anaxa and human!Mydei #velvetwrites #velvetthread #🍷♦️🍷
There's a world beyond his reach. At least, it had been—until now, where it glimmers in a fascinating spectacle.
Anaxa had swum close to the shore in spite of the warnings.
Soft watercolor painting of Anaxa placed in an oval-shaped wooden frame. Two lavender flowers are against the left side of the frame, while in the center is the title "from tales of old". Attached to the bottom of the wooden frame is a golden clasp with the roman numeral 2 engraved into it.
Anaxa expects that to be the end of it all. With the cloak returned, there is nothing binding them together. Their lives can hardly be any more different, so it would only make sense for it to end there. But then, a few days later, a letter arrives. There is no sender, but he can count on one hand the possible options, most of them meaning trouble. The envelope is plain, but when he turns it, he spots a doodle of a lion’s head next to the waxen seal imprinted with a cursive ‘M’. Anaxa’s brows furrow. For one, this prince doesn’t seem particularly subtle. For two, what could he possibly be reaching out for? — “from tales of old” Chapter 2 | 8.5k words
♦️ from tales of old – chapter 2 ♦️
✦ #mynaxa #anadei
✦ 8.5k words ✧ 19k total
✦ Anaxa had thought that would be the end of it. However, he receives a letter.
🏷️ soulmates, reincarnation, childhood friends to lovers, slow burn
🔗 archiveofourown.org/works/68805201
#velvetwrites #🍷♦️🍷
"closed quarters" Anaxa/Mydei 🔄 Explicit | 11.3k words
“Haven’t I,” Mydei says, his throat feeling rough, “been patient enough?” Anaxa looks up as his thumb paints invisible lines into the inside of toned thighs. His eyes darken, mischievous. “Who knows when I’ll get to have you in my office like this again. I need to make the most of it, don’t I?” “You can save it for later,” Mydei replies, and only as Anaxa’s eyes subtly widen does the meaning of it register. “Later,” Anaxa hums into his skin and lets it linger. “I like the sound of that.” — "closed quarters" Anaxa/Mydei | 11.3k words
🖋️ closed quarters 🖋️
✧ 🔞 #anadei #mynaxa 🔄!
✧ 11.3k words
✧ #mynaxaweek #anadeiweekNSFW #mynaxaweekNSFW day 2 – “Quiet Nights”
✧ The challenge had been simple: wait for Anaxa to finish grading his papers.
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Soft watercolor painting placed in an oval-shaped wooden frame of Anaxa. Two lavender flowers are against the left side of the frame, while in the center is the title "from tales of old". At the bottom of the wooden frame is a golden clasp with the roman numeral 1 engraved into it.
“Just stay close,” Anaxa says and drops his hand. “But don’t feel like you’re hiding. That makes it obvious and you’ll stand out.” When Anaxa begins to turn, Mydeimos blurts out, “Why are you doing all of this?” Anaxa looks back. Sunbright eyes stare at him with a mixture of emotions he can’t place. For a moment, he lets the tension linger—then, he says simply, “Why not?” Mydeimos purses his lips at that. What he had said didn’t quell the flames like one might think. “You call me reckless, yet you jump into a raging river for an Heir?” Mydeimos steps forward, and suddenly he looks a lot less frail, even as he has to crane his neck somewhat. “Defend one, even with nothing to gain?” Ah, that day. So he did notice. — "from tales of old" Chapter 1 | 10.6k words
♦️ from tales of old ♦️
✦ #mynaxa #anadei
✦ Chapter 1 ✧ 10k words
✦ A new Heir of Strife is born, foretelling of brutal bloodshed brought on by a soul lost to grief.
🏷️ soulmates, reincarnation, childhood friends to lovers, slow burn, angst with a happy ending
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"scent of home" Mydei/Anaxa Explicit | 21k words by @velvet_glory
“You—” Mydei chokes, every breath more labored than the last. Anaxa kisses along Mydei’s collarbone. Pomegranate is thick and tangy on his tongue as he licks into the divot of bone and flesh. With his nose nestled into the crook of Mydei’s neck, he thinks that no drug can ever come close to this. It’s all he will ever crave again. So for what little time he has left, he will indulge and be greedy. He will claim that which he desires. He will make sure this taste, this feeling, will be imprinted into the next life that follows. “Say, Your Highness,” Anaxa continues with a kiss to Mydei’s jaw that exposes itself so beautifully to him, “would you be good for me? Would you let me ride your mouth?”
🍃 scent of home 🍃
✧ 🔞 #mynaxa (brief #anadei)
✧ 21k words
✧ Anaxa goes through his last heat, but for the first time, he’s not alone.
🏷️ omegaverse, soulmates, gentle dom omega Anaxa, service top alpha Mydei, emotional sex
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"simple blessings" Mydei/Anaxa | 3k words Part 1 of 2 Domestic Fluff by velvet_glory
"balanced meal" Mydei/Anaxa | 4.9k words Part 2 of 2 Explicit by velvet_glory
🥞 breakfast in bed – series 🥞
✧ #mynaxa #anadei
✧ Part 1: SFW, 3k words
✧ Part 2: 🔞, 4.9k words
✧ Anaxa has been overworking himself, so Mydei coaxes him into resting—with some pancakes and enticing arguments such as going back to bed together.
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"balanced meal" Mydei/Anaxa | 4.9k words Part 2 of 2 by velvet_glory Read here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/65873854
Anaxa jerks in response, lower lip caught between his teeth as his lashes flutter. But his gaze doesn’t back down. It burns, bright and eager. His legs begin winding around Mydei like a snare as he speaks, “only a fool would dare to challenge a king.” Reddened and shiny lips curl around a smile. “But they don’t call me ‘Anaxagoras the Foolish’ for nothing.” Mydei’s throat runs dry as a breath catches painfully in it. But he waits. He lets his exhale shudder across Anaxa’s spent length. “So, tell me, Crown Prince,” Anaxa adds in challenge, honey sweet, “how long do you think you can last?” “What?” — Turns out that Mydei and Anaxa are still hungry, even after breakfast. Read here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/65873854
🥞 balanced meal 🥞
✧ 🔞 #mynaxa
✧ 4.9k words
✧ Turns out that Mydei and Anaxa are still hungry, even after breakfast.
🏷️ service top Mydei, established relationship, body worship, oral sex + thigh fucking, emotional morning sex
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"simple blessings" Mydei/Anaxa | 3k words Part 1 of 2 by velvet_glory
Mydei reaches out to sweep aside mint colored bangs before he can help himself, tracing where an eyepatch would usually be. His voice is low and affectionate as he speaks. “Anaxa.” There’s a beat of silence. Dark lashes flutter ever so slightly as the man wants to stir in response, yet is held back by weary muscles. Mydei can’t bring himself to remove his hand, not when a simple touch like this feels so comforting to his own aches. He caresses the peak of Anaxa’s cheek in a quiet show of affection and calls his name once more, softer this time, loving the sound of it on his tongue. A soft sigh comes in response to the call as Anaxa is slowly brought to consciousness. “Mh,” he hums, turning his head to nuzzle somewhat into the caress, chasing its warmth. It makes Mydei’s heart burst with affection. — A simple morning between a king and scholar.
🥞 simple blessings 🥞
✧ #mynaxa #anadei
✧ 3k words
✧ The way to a man’s heart is through his stomach… so maybe this will help getting Anaxa to rest.
🏷️ established relationship, domestic fluff, slow mornings, banter, kisses, mild sexual tension
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"to melt a stone" Aventurine/Boothill Getting Together, Hurt/Comfort, Temporary Character Death, Angst with a Happy Ending Rated T | 3.6k words
A forged bond—not in the shape of a ring, but a promise just as unbreakable. It was created between them in that exchange; a pledge neither intended to betray. Boothill’s heart soared with joy, and Aventurine dared to forget the world they’ve been living in, if only for one more night. One more moment. But they received their reminder—that firsts were not only sparks of joy. That they’ve gotten too comfortable with what they had. A grim reminder of Aventurine’s mortality, and how he had slowly come to fear it. A lesson that even a body made of metal could still bleed. — A story full of firsts. A story of a stoneheart no longer made of stone, surrounded by the pebbles of the wall a cowboy had helped tear down with gentle acceptance and care.
🎇 to melt a stone 🎇
✧ #avenhill #bootrine
✧ #avenhillweek day 1+2 (firsts/promise)
✧ 3.6k words
✧ Trust and affection bloomed between the cracks of the rubble, and Aventurine would give his everything to keep it at his side.
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"what makes a gift" Aventurine/Boothill focus QPR Aventurine/Boothill/Dan Heng/Jing Yuan rated T | 25k words
It started with a simple, off-handed remark—the kind Aventurine paid no mind to, simply said to fill the gap. The kind he chuckled at with the wave of a hand and half a shrug before moving on. But it grows roots in Boothill’s brain. It curls around his heart, squeezing, as he laces their fingers together in silence. Not even Aventurine’s quizzical expression is able to free him. The squeeze hardens into determination as his decision is made. He can’t magically erase or make up for the countless birthdays lost to time and pain, but he’ll die trying. If Boothill is one thing, it’s fiercely stubborn with an unshakable resolve. — Boothill wants to get Aventurine a birthday gift, and with the bonds of the past and present, hopes to make it a very special day.
🎁 what makes a gift 🎁
✧ #avenhill #bootrine focus, qpr #jinghengavenhill, side #jingheng
✧ rated T, 25k words
✧ Boothill wants to get Aventurine a birthday gift, and with the bonds of the past and present, hopes to make it a very special day.
🔗 Read here
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"place of worship" Mydei/Anaxa | Explicit | 5,3k words
Mydei can’t bite back the moans anymore when Anaxa curls his fingers exactly where he knows is most sensitive. When that spot is prodded over and over while the other hand caresses his waist; lips leave behind a trail of kisses along his back; praise is muttered into flesh. He can’t help but pant against the throne. Anaxa knows this. Can see it all like the most obvious truth. Like his own feelings. Mydei is truly so good to him. So open and honest as he spreads his legs and quietly begs for more. His back muscles twitch with every touch and a moan stutters out of his throat with every thrust. The thought of taking Mydei here, to defile the throne of wisdom as he pounds into his immortal lover, is a tempting one. But the thought of having the king sit on a throne not under his rule while being ridden by a blasphemer is even better.
👑 place of worship 👑
✧ 🔞 #mynaxa #anadei 🔄!
✧ explicit, 5,3k words
✧ A visit to the pinnacle of wisdom brings more than expected.
🏷️ throne sex, soul bond, body worship, light dom/sub, edging, switching, mild angst, service top Mydei, dom Anaxa
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"the beckoning of you" Mydei/Anaxa | Explicit | 4564 words
“Shameless,” Anaxa says, covering the hand at his waist with his own, urging it to hold tighter—giving it the permission to do so. His chest tingles from the cooling water droplets rolling down his skin and the heat Mydei's every exhale brings. The responding chuckle is low, and Anaxa briefly considers feeling insulted at the disrespect, but any thought is halted when a scorching tongue laps at his chest in one slow, fluid, savoring motion. Anaxa holds back a shudder, but just barely. “Can you blame me?” Mydei breathes, nuzzling into his flesh.
💧 “the beckoning of you” 💧
✧ 🔞 #mynaxa
✧ explicit, 4564 words
✧ Neither of the two can resist the call that hums in their veins.
🏷️ soul bonds, established relationship, body worship, emotional sex, service top Mydei, dom bottom Anaxa
🔗 archiveofourown.org/works/62604217
#velvetwrites #🍷♦️🍷 #🔞🍷♦️🍷
A poster titled "whiskey & wine" with a bar blurred in the background. Below, there's a small banner with the following text: Aventurine/Boothill Rated M | 2858 words Actors AU, Character Study, Mutual Pining, Sexual Tension, Confession of Feelings Complete
"I admire your work ethic, but if I didn’t know any better I’d think you just want an excuse to make out." "And if I did?" The reply is melodious. Trained and practiced. Just exaggerated enough to pass as mockery, as playing around. Like he usually does; what everyone expects of him. It works—Boothill scoffs. The glass Aventurine toyed with is placed on the table with a quiet thud as he shifts his weight and invades the bubble of Boothill’s personal space, leaning forward and placing a hand between the two. "If I said it was just an excuse to straddle your hips, what would your response be?" Aventurine asks.
🥃 "whiskey & wine" 🍷
✧ #avenhill #bootrine #🎲🪶 #🔞🪶🎲
✧ mature, 2.858 words
✧ A long day and good drink opens up the heart easily. It uncovers months of feelings that were tucked away as Aventurine is offered a choice between act and honesty.
🔗 archiveofourown.org/works/60560512
#velvetwrites
Actors AU where Aventurine cheekily asks if they can practice a scene (where they need to make out) yet Boothill just frowns.
#avenhill #bootrine #📸🎲🪶 #velvetwrites #velvetthread
(Gets a little heated later) #🔞🪶🎲
With his new-found existence, there are only a few things that can truly sate him. It really is quite fortunate that Boothill can take care of both. Aventurine shifts his hips, relishing the friction, the space created within him something he can’t wait to have filled again as he drops back down. The moan Boothill rewards him with—loud, surprised, cracking half-way on its escape—is its own kind of ecstasy he feels glide down his spine in an addictive chill. Aventurine licks at his lips, still red. Boothill is *so* good to him. He’s keeping his hands at his sides, even as the knuckles are turning white with the need to grab more than the sheet below them.
🦇 power in submission
✧ #bootrine #🔞🪶🎲
✧ explicit, 1,4k words
✧ rough sex (but with feelings), biting, blood drinking, overstimulation, orgasm denial, praise kink, creampie, multiple orgasms, mild dom/sub, service top Boothill, aftercare
Read it here
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Picture of a very extensive ship template featuring Boothill and Aventurine from Honkai Star Rail, going over their various dynamics, similarities, and differences. #avenhill #aventurine #boothill
Finished filling out this very extensive ship template for #avenhill! (This almost doubles as a character analysis with how long it has gotten...)
Tumblr post with my thoughts here
Original template here
#velvetwrites
Screenshot of a fanfiction on archive of our own. Title: like freedom Ship: Aventurine/Boothill (avenhill, bootrine) Tags: Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Established Relationship, Bottom Aventurine, Service Top Boothill, Body Worship, Character Study, Emotional Sex, Communication, Banter, Written Before Aventurine Release, Written Before Boothill Release Summary: What they have is delicate once their masks are lowered—when they’re in the privacy of their own four walls. Long was the road to get to this point, but like gravity, they were pulled to one another, spinning ever closer until their destined meeting. Until they were forced to face their similarities and eventually found comfort in them. And as Boothill reclaims his rightful place above him, Aventurine smiles.
"like freedom"
✧ 🔞 #avenhill #bootrine
✧ 6,5k words
✧ the delicate workings of a new relationship while overcoming trauma and intimacy, together.
🔗 archiveofourown.org/works/55148653
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