VALENTINE’S DAY WITH HSR MEN (+ one Genshin man because I love him!)
summary - fluffy oneshots featuring Blade, Phainon, Mydei, Anaxa, Dottore, Aventurine, and Sunday ╰(*´︶`*)╯♡
warnings - slightly suggestive in Mydei + Dottore’s parts, no nsfw though
a/n - happy Valentine’s Day! I wrote all of this in one sitting over 4 hours and it’s not proofread so don’t come for me if it’s not perfect </3
BLADE
Your boyfriend Blade was never one for outward - especially public - displays of affection. During your leisurely walk through the Stellaron Hunter’s headquarters, you overheard Firefly chatting to Silver Wolf about Valentine’s Day. You’d briefly explained the traditions of the holiday to Blade, but as you expected, he didn’t seem too interested in the frilly relations of humanity. However, you knew the things he enjoyed, like warm baths with you and quiet nights cuddled up with each other, so you wanted to make this day pleasant for him.
When Blade entered your shared room at the end of the day, you eagerly lead him to your bathroom, where a large tub filled with warm water and bubbles awaited. Though he didn’t realize, Blade’s eyes widened slightly. It made your heart jump to know he didn’t feel the need to hide his - although subdued - emotions from you.
“Today is Valentine’s Day back on my home planet,” you begin, gently unwrapping the bandages around Blade’s scarred fingers, “so I thought we could celebrate a bit.”
Blade meets your gaze and gives a small smile. “That sounds pleasing. Thank you.”
You stand up taller and press a soft kiss to his forehead. “Of course, Bladie. Valentine’s Day is all about showing love to those you care about. And I both love and care about you. I know you know that.”
He nods, leaning his cheek into your palm. “You are so kind to me.”
He’s just so cute, relaxed and loving like this. You help him get undressed and do so yourself, and the both of you slip into the tub together. The water is the perfect temperature, the bubbles are soft and gentle against your skin, and Blade’s arms wrapped around you feel heavenly. Blade nuzzles his face against the crook of your neck, his long navy hair trailing down his bare back.
“You’re so pretty, Bladie,” you mumble, rubbing your hand up and down his back. His reply is a low grumble, his fingers finding your other hand and holding it.
“Today has been…nice. Thank you.” Blade replies quietly, his lips ghosting over the skin of your neck. His comment makes you think back to how your day together has gone - you brought him breakfast in bed, you two stayed in each other’s arms in bed for just a bit too long, and he accompanied you on your missions for the day.
“Of course, Bladie…I enjoyed it a lot, spending time with you,” you tell him, leaning your head on his own. After a moment, you whisper a sweet, “I love you, Bladie,” to him.
You feel him smile against your neck. “I love you, too.”
PHAINON
If Phainon could shout over all of Okhema’s rooftops about his love for you, he’d do it in a heartbeat. He wasn’t sad before meeting you, per se, he just felt as if he was missing something. That something was you.
It was a typical cheerful day in Okhema, with Phainon strolling down the street to your home. It was still somewhat early in the morning, but he wanted to surprise you with gifts for Valentine’s Day. You’d told him about the holiday and he immediately wanted to celebrate it. “A day to appreciate your loved ones? Of course I’m in!”, you remembered him exclaiming.
His boots clicked against the cobble streets as he approached your home - a path he’d become all too familiar with. He didn’t even knock thrice before you swung open the door and greeted him with a hug. “Phai! You’re here!”
“Mhm! I had to come celebrate today with you,” he hugs you back, resting his chin on the top of your head. “I brought you breakfast, made by yours truly.”
You beam as he hands you the box and opens it - a fresh plate of your favorite breakfast food, handmade by your boyfriend. If Phainon wasn’t holding your food, you would have hugged him as tightly as you could just then.
Phainon follows you inside your home and sits beside you at the table as you eat, sharing some of the dish with him. “Aha, don’t worry, love, I already had breakfast…but I won’t refuse a bite, either,” he comments with that dazzling smile of his.
“Well, Phainon,” you stand, clapping your hands together once after finishing your food, “I happen to have a gift for you as well.”
Phainon’s eyes light up at the mention of gifts. “Truly? By Kephale, I’m blessed…”
You step into your room to retrieve his gift and return back to him, holding out a neatly-wrapped box. “Here, love.”
Phainon grins and takes the box from you, unwrapping it with ample speed. When he lays eyes on what’s inside, he freezes. Maybe he didn’t like it…?
Then you hear him start to sniffle. He’s crying?!
“Phainon?! What’s wrong? I’m sorry if you didn’t like it, I trie-“ you stutter, but he cuts you off with a peck on your lips. Tears steam down his cheeks, but he’s beaming.
“No, love…this gift makes me so happy. I can’t believe it…thank you so, so much.” Phainon pulls you into a warm hug, his arms wound tight around you.
His gift in question? A painting you made of you and him, laying in the wheat fields of Aedes Elysiae.
MYDEI
Though to others he may seem rough and even potentially unapproachable, Mydeimos is a sweetie at heart. He’s kind and loving to you, of course, his partner, but he’s also great with kids and truthfully, anyone he meets. Even if he seems opposed to them at first, he never harbors hatred towards anyone without a valid reason.
The same can be said for Valentine’s Day. Even if he acted like it’s a ‘cheesy’ holiday once you told him about it, he actually thinks it’s sweet deep down. A day to appreciate your loved ones, uninterrupted by necessity and the hardships of war? Sign him up.
Which is why he books the both of you a private room in Okhema’s most pristine bathhouse. And it just happens to be on Valentine’s Day.
You arrive at the bathhouse in the evening, when Mydei had told you he’d be there. Shutting the door to your private room behind you, your eyes wander to the gorgeous Kremnoan, undressed and sitting in the bath in front of you. His expression is soft, his eyes closed as his head leans back, water dripping down his bare chest and towards his- you should probably stop staring.
“You’ve arrived,” Mydei drawls, lifting his head and spreading his legs apart ever so slightly more. He really loves manspreading, doesn’t he?
“You asked me to come. Of course I did,” you reply, stepping towards him and disrobing. His eyes don’t leave you as you join him in the bath.
You raise an eyebrow. “Did you buy one of the fragrances for the bath? It smells like…”
“Pomegranate,” Mydei finishes for you, “my favorite.”
“It smells so nice,” you scoot up to his side, tucked under his arm, “thank you for this.”
Mydei wraps his arm around you. “I saw you staring earlier.”
“How could I not?” You grin at him. “You know you’re attractive, Mydei.”
Although he tries to suppress it, a smile spreads across Mydei’s lips, warm and unguarded. It’s nice to see him truly happy, enjoying himself.
“In all seriousness…thank you for this, Dei.” You press a kiss to his shoulder. “I needed a nice relaxing bath after today.”
He nods, patting you on the head. “I thought it would…please you to spend that ‘Valentine’s Day’ with me. Plus, I’ve wanted to bring you to the baths for some time now. They’re somewhere I truly enjoy spending my time in.”
“I’m glad. Thanks, Mydei,” you reply, pressing a kiss to his temple. To your surprise, he turns and pecks your lips.
“Love you,” he mumbles under his breath. What a sweetheart…
ANAXA
Though some might be surprised, Anaxa was actually quite interested in the concept of Valentine’s Day after you explained it to him. He found it intriguing to learn of other culture’s holidays, and this opportunity to celebrate it with you only piqued his interest further.
Not to mention that…you know, you’re his lover. Of course he wanted to spend that day with you.
Throughout your relationship, the one research topic you’d heard Anaxa speak most about was dromases (dromi?) He adored them; it was clear that the little creatures had captured his heart, just like you had. So, in preparation for Valentine’s Day, you began hand-crafting him a dromas plushie. It was nearly as big as a real baby dromas, colored a light teal to match his hair, and made with the softest fabrics you could find.
When the day finally arrived, you made your way to Anaxa’s quiet workshop, tucked away in the Grove of Epiphany where he was leaned over his desk as usual.
“Oh,” he looked up when you stepped inside, “you’re here. Do you require something of me?”
You shook your head and smiled at him. “I have something for you, Naxy.” Anaxa was just about to protest at the nickname when you held out the large, adorable dromas plush to him. His eye lit up instantly as he sprung from his chair and grabbed the plush, turning it around in his hands and examining it.
“It…it’s perfect. It’s absolutely…perfect,” his voice wobbles as he hugs the plush tightly. He looks so happy, so carefree, and it’s adorable.
“I spent hours making that for you, Naxy,” you beam, enveloping both him and the plush in a warm hug. You thread your fingers through his silky emerald-colored hair, pressing a gentle kiss to the top of his head. “For Valentine’s Day. I hope you like it - though judging by your reaction, you love it quite a lot.”
“I promise I will cherish this. Thank you so much, truly. I love it,” Anaxa replies, petting the plushie dromas’ soft little head. “I will name her…after you, in your honor.”
He’s adorable when he’s sincere. It makes your heart warm to know just how much he appreciates your little gesture. “Awwh, she’s like a mini-me…”
As soon as you say that, a thought pops into your mind. “Naxy, if I turned into a dromas, would you still love me?”
He lifts his head to meet your eyes. “Of course I would. I would feed you fresh dromas bricks and leaves every day, and I’d let you curl up beside me in bed every night.”
He’s thought about this before, hasn’t he…?
DOTTORE
It comes as a surprise to none that working under Dottore is no easy feat. However, when you’re his assistant and his lover, the job is certainly much more enjoyable.
Especially after you explain the concept of Valentine’s Day to him. Now you’ve got the Doctor all antsy, waiting for the day he gets to spoil you and keep you close (not that he doesn’t do that everyday).
He’s been dropping not-so-subtle hints the week leading up to Valentine’s. The Doctor will come up behind you, place his hands on your shoulders, and watch the experiment you’re working on, commenting on how good you’re doing and how much he wishes to…reward you.
“Oh, dear, you’ve done so many lovely experiments today. Aren’t you tired? Come, come, my bed and I await,” he hums against your ear before spending the night cuddling with you. He can be a sweetheart when he puts his mind to it.
When the day finally arrives, you awake to find a jar beside your bed…filled with a clear liquid and an unknown creature’s heart. Under the jar is a letter, elegantly written and addressed to you, from Dottore.
The letter reads, “for my only beloved - a heart to express how I feel about you. -Dottore”
Though most would be repulsed, you laugh at the notion. You’ll hold onto his gift for a long time. It’s sweet, the things he does just to make you laugh or to cheer you up. It lets you know that you truly are loved.
Just then, as if on cue, Dottore slips into the room. He isn’t wearing his usual white coat, showing off the tempting black straps around his body.
“Did you like my gift, dearest?” He muses, sitting beside you in bed. You nod and place a hand on his waist, drawing him close for a hug.
“I love you, Doctor,” you whisper to him.
Perhaps you’re going crazy, but you could’ve sworn he shivered slightly. “I…love you as well. To a frightening degree.”
“Happy Valentine’s Day, sweet Dottore,” you press kisses to his forehead and both of his temples.
“I’m glad you told me of this holiday,” he replies, lifting his mask fully off his face, “I’m fond of any day that allows me to spend time with you.”
“Who knew you were such a softie, Doctor,” you hum, petting his head. He leans into your touch with a slight smile.
“By now, you were definitely aware of how I felt for you.”
AVENTURINE
You had absolutely no doubt that Aventurine would be ecstatic to learn of Valentine’s Day. A chance to spend his cash on you and spoil you all day? Of course he’d love it.
Aventurine plans out your entire day together excitedly. First, he picks you up in the most dazzling limo you’ve ever laid eyes on. Aventurine sits inside in the passenger section when you get in, immediately beckoning you over to sit beside him.
“Aven, this limo is so lovely! Thank you!” You grin at him as he slips an arm around your waist.
“Love, our fun day has only just begun. I promise, this is just the beginning,” he places his signature brown hat on top of your head, covering your eyes and making you giggle.
The limo driver brings you two to an extravagantly beautiful restaurant - you’re grateful Aventurine told you beforehand to be dressed up. Your eyes wander to Aventurine beside you. He’s dressed in an emerald-green suit, tailored perfectly and fitted to his body just right. He looks utterly gorgeous as always; you can’t help but to kiss his cheek, earning an enchanting smile from him.
“Can’t keep yourself off of me, hm?” Aventurine drawls.
“You’re too pretty to ignore,” you reply, resting a hand on his thigh. He smiles at the feeling - comfortable, grounding.
You and Aventurine spend a lovely time sharing dinner together, chatting about how your days went. The food is delightful as expected, the mood is cozy and refined, and Aventurine’s presence makes your experience a thousand times better. Just seeing his smile makes your heart soar.
Once you two are done with dinner, Aventurine takes you on a walk around Penacony’s main square, his hand holding yours. After chatting for so long over dinner, you two enjoy the silence between you and instead take in the ambient noises of the passing city.
“Thank you for making my Valentine’s Day so lovely, Aven,” you finally break the silence between you with sweet words.
“Of course, love. I’m glad I was able to make you so happy.”
“…and I love you, Aven.”
He turns and smiles at you, heart-stoppingly beautiful as always. “I love you, too.”
SUNDAY
After Sunday first stepped foot on the Astral Express, he’s seemed to gravitate towards you more than any other member. And once you two announced to the others that you’d started dating, none of them were surprised in the slightest. You and Sunday practically spent every moment together, and you still do. There are hardly any secrets between you two; you tell each other everything.
Of course, Sunday was told about the concept of Valentine’s Day soon after you started dating. He seemed eager to spend that time with you, which led him to make an entire scrapbooking journal just for his Valentine’s Day plans. Unbeknownst to him, you’d stumbled upon it just a week before Valentine’s Day arrived. You felt guilty and didn’t want to spoil his surprise that he’d been planning for so very long…so you didn’t tell anyone. Not even Sunday himself.
On Valentine’s Day morning, Sunday laid beside you in bed, cuddled up in your arms. You remember back when he first began dating you - the poor thing was so nervous to even touch you, since he’d been taught never to indulge himself. But now he laid with you, as comfortable and relaxed as can be.
You run your hand gently over his Halovian wings, watching as they fluttered under your touch. Slowly, Sunday blinks awake, meeting your eyes with a sleepy smile.
“Good morning, my love,” he hums, scooting in closer to you, “do you remember what day it is?”
“Hmm…no, I think I forgot,” you grin, teasing him, “maybe you need to jog my memory.”
Sunday springs out of bed and kneels down to grab something under the bed. “Beloved, I…got something for you. To show you how much I care.”
Sunday holds up a neatly-wrapped box, his smile tinged with nervousness. A tinge of guilt floods through you, as you already know what lies inside that box, thanks to the discovery of his journal.
You take the box and try to act natural as you unwrap it, revealing a set of pajamas to match with Sunday. “Aww, Sunny! Thank you, they’re so cute!”
“I’m so glad you like them…I spent so long planning this for you,” Sunday whispers, sitting beside you in bed once more.
Maybe some secrets between you two are appreciated. He’ll never have to know that his surprise was ruined - you couldn’t bear to crush his heart like that.
“I love you, Sunny,” you tell him, pressing a kiss to his forehead. His wings twitch at the feeling.
“I…love you, too. So very much.”
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