How about some Pocky Day headcanons for the characters! Mostly the humans but if you can do the demons too then go for it!
I love Pocky Day so it's time to celebrate with Pocky Game situations and confessions!
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Claire:
She’s confused when you offer to play a game with her.
She picks up the rules easily. Both chew on the end of the pocky stick and meet in the middle. If it breaks? It’s a loss. If one closes in first, that person wins.
Though as for why you chose the game she couldn’t fathom.
You both start and before reaching the center you’re nervous enough that the stick snaps.
Claire puffs her cheeks and grabs another one, “Let’s do it again! I was winning!”
You quell your nerves, allowing them to trickle down your back like rainwater.
The two of you begin again and you’re so rigid, especially when her chest presses to yours.
You let her take the win and glance away. Perhaps you’re too nervous to confess today after all.
Ashe:
His eyes narrow on you, since you had interrupted his research for this.
Games weren’t so much his thing and he’d heard Lilia speak of this one before.
He shook his head, “If you wanted a kiss, it’d be better to ask instead of sneaking one this way don’t you think?”
You froze, averting your gaze in a pout. “Nevermind-“
You then left before he could interject.
Shutting the door, he cursed himself for his lack of subtlety and empathy.
He wasn’t sure if he could properly make it up to you. Or atleast not yet.
Wilardo:
He didn’t react more than giving an idle shrug.
He knew your approach and was even more familiar with the game, but he wasn’t going to tip his hand.
You sit next to him and offer him a stick of pocky, he had insisted that he started with the end, and you’d attach.
Was he up to something?
Your thoughts halted when you felt his hands on your hips. You had been moved into his lap.
He waited, part of the extra rules he had added to this were that he wanted you to keep relaxed so this could be a fair game.
The tension melted off of you as you tried to only focus on the game instead of how incredible close, he was.
Was it getting warm in here? It was difficult not to be distracted.
Impatience getting the better of him. His hand cupped the back of your neck as he closed the space between you both.
Your chest heaved after, and you were breathless. “Nh- was that even a fair game?!”
Wil shrugged, leaning back on the sofa. “If you were honest from the start. We wouldn’t have needed the game to kiss.”
Struck speechless, your face buried into his shoulder, and he just rubbed your back.
The two of you had plenty to talk about to hash this out, and there was plenty of untapped tension that would be ironed out later that evening.
Sirius:
He cupped his chin, considering your proposal. It was an odd one and the lack of sincerity in the game itself reflected something that he expected from Claire and not you.
“There’s an ulterior motive isn’t there? Perhaps we should discuss that before moving forward.”
Your expression was enough of a tell for him, as he gingerly took your wrist afterwards.
“Besides, the flavor isn’t quite to my preference. So instead of this silly game, how about I invite you to indulge in tea with me instead?”
He didn’t loathe your company; in fact he had become quite partial to it.
Sirius had meant to invite you along other times, but the opportunity never readily presented itself since you were often quick to leave after your shared conversations.
The box had fell loose from your hand and you could only nod as he set it aside.
Grasping your wrist still, he led you along and during tea your feelings poured over themselves as he listened intently.
He was flustered but calmer than you expected, setting his cup aside, he rose and brushed a kiss to your cheek before murmuring in your ear. “By gods it took you long enough.”
Noel:
The game was a new concept to him, but he had heard Claire mention it before.
He didn’t have much context but the only game he was comfortable playing was high-low.
His fingers drummed along his arm, “It sounds fun but… I’m busy star charting tonight. If you would like to join me then you can!”
Disappointment weighed on your chest, but you took his offer regardless.
The wall he put up was difficult for you to breach and you weren’t sure if you’d ever be able to.
Charlotte:
She was holding rabbi by his arms when you breached the question.
“A game with sweets? I don’t remember this holiday. “
In all fairness Charlotte didn’t get to enjoy much of her childhood at all, she knew next to no games other than ones she created after dying.
Shaking her head, she turned back to Rabbi. “Sweets are Lime’s thing.”
You cursed yourself for forgetting something so important, putting the box away you sat next to her. “Then is it alright if I stay with you today?”
“It’s to celebrate that holiday you like, yes?”
You nodded in response earning a bored sigh from her.
“Fine, but we’ll be playing my games instead.”
Lime:
“Ooooh a sweets game?! Sure, I’ll play!” Lime leered towards you with a grin, eyeing the box in your hands.
“This looks really simple for a sweet, and there’s barely any coating on it!” She griped as she had opened the box and removed a stick.
Floating there she placed it in her mouth waiting expectantly for you to start.
You grasped her wrist and she froze, skin becoming hot and singeing your own as you recoiled.
She finished the stick and hovered upside down, eyes looking through you. “Never mind. This game doesn’t interest me anymore.~”
Poofing into pink smoke you’re left bewildered as to what you had done wrong.
Perhaps you should have insisted she lead instead.
Zizel:
Tilting your head as you explained the game, she gave a gracious nod to your request.
“While it seems childish, it could be fun. Entertain me then, Y/N”
At her request you sit in the armchair and placed the stick in your mouth. Feeling a pressure in your lap as she had settled herself there.
Zizel cupped your cheek with a soft mischievous smile. “So, your intent was to woo a purebred. My, I do admire the ambition. Let’s see if we’re compatible.”
Heart racing as you realized she had figured you out, she took the other end of the stick and swiftly met you in the center.
A light kiss gracing your lips as she leaned back, fingers brushed her lips lightly. “Hm, compliant, and not quite so disappointing after all. Yes. I believe I will keep you as you wish.”
Rouge:
“You want to what?! Disgusting, absolutely not-“
You rubbed your arm, putting the box away and out of her sight as quickly as she had uttered the phrase.
Was her face red with embarrassment or anger, you couldn’t tell, and you didn’t dare to ask.
“I-I’m-“
Rouge stamped her foot, the space trembling. “Do NOT speak, not when I still have more to say.”
Your voice left your throat and just as swiftly you offered a Rose and black box from your pocket, falling to one knee and bowing your head. Leaving yourself at her mercy.
Rouge’s folded arms dropped as she closed the space and removed the items from your hand. The rose floated to the side, finding its way to wear she often stored the rest as she opened the box, it was a large diamond.
Slamming the box shut with one hand, her claws combed your hair before her hand found your right shoulder and gripped it. “Do not waste my time again. You may go, I wish to be alone to think.”
Nodding your head and giving another bow you made your way quickly from her sight.
Huffing a sigh, Zizel appeared next to her. “I believe that was rather harsh of you.”
Rouge rolled her eyes, “Humans and Haters do little to interest me, Zizel. That one still has their life because of their devotion and etiquette. Their request shocked me, that’s all.”
Folding her arms again and tapping her foot in a huff, she sat atop her wine glasses again as the two demons delved further into conversation.
~Mod Sirius
