imagine if you got transmigrated into the star rail world, with all your memories intact. you realize that now that you're here, you will not let anyone suffer anymore deaths in all the worlds yet unexplored and with all the information you have now.
"Next stop, Jarilo VI !"
pompom announced as you seated yourself. march, dan heng and stelle, the new member rescued from herta space station with your very thorough help is now travelling with you all.
you understood that they were kind of... wary of you considering how you knew what will happen the next moment. its just that you remembered each and every moment by your heart since honkai: star rail had been your favourite game.
threat of stellaron handled easily with your precise guidance. your team never met any threat along the way. rivet town anomalies all cleared out. and you made sure that cocolia lives !
"I can't thank you enough for the help the nameless provided to belobog...i was sure my mother would..."
march chirped in "oh come on! its because of [name] right here that we were able to realise what cocolia was up to!"
you heave a sigh of relief after returning to the express car, your mind going a thousand miles about xianzhou because there is phantiliya! a lord ravager. its one thing fighting her with your characters and another physically...
and you stood corrected. your body all beat up as you fought phantiliya as if your life was on the line, making sure she had a wound that would last her centuries.
with rage seeping through your eyes as you clutched your weapon while kneeling on the ground "Our fight is not over lord ravager of hunt! i will find you again!"
as your days in xianzhou went by, the story as you remembered progressed, meeting the zhuming, fei xiao didn't lose her sanity, hoolay defeated and jiao qiu had his eyes. and the best part is that tingyun lived, just that her body went into a state of deep slumber. and dan heng embraced his vidyadhara status after his...'meeting' with old friends...you couldn't and wouldn't have been able to help with that no matter what.
the whole of xianzhou was eternally grateful. jing yuan and fei xiao agreed to provide you assistance no matter when and where. he nameless became a legend and your feats were heard all across the cosmos. 'the fortune teller' and the 'the seer' is what they would hail you as.
during the dinner meeting with the express after your returned...
"you know all our trailblazing expeditions have been even more fruitful with the least loss of companions. before you, we would have many unfortunate incidents" himeko propped her chin on her hand "we couldn't be more grateful for you exceptional abilities [name]"
welt fixed his glasses and crossed his arms "you have relieved a lot of stress for us. we know that in all future expeditions it would continue like so" he gave you a gentle smile
"there's nothing to be worried about when we have our 'lucky charm' with us! hehe" march swung an arm around you beaming brightly
you on the other hand grew more worried with each passing trailblaze, growing unsure of the fact that you will be able to live up to their expectations. it was just by narrow luck that you managed to not have anyone die at your last stop.
"the Family from penacony sent us a letter to attend their charmony festival... you all will be willing to go right?" like fate had ordained, or more specifically the devs had ordained, you all went into penacony.
fast forward, sunday left penacony to become a nameless, after saying a proper farewell to robin. no one got to know about his idealistic 'all day should be sunday' endeavor because of you.
"[name] i'm forever...no the whole oak family and me are grateful for you ensuring that me and brother could meet one last time before he leaves to find what he wants the most. thank you"
in the express car, you were slumped on your cushiony bed, contemplating Amphoreus...an extrapolation similar to a knock off simulated universe which was the cradle of iron-tomb. and also the place where one or basically most of your favourite characters live...
Phainon...
This time, you will not see your friends waste away...
you make a silent promise to whoever is watching over you, be it fuli or nanook, hell it can even be aha for all you care.
"so for our next stop we have a few options like Lushaka, Ampho-"
"...Amphoreus...lets go there"
The whole crew, even pompom was bewildered. you've never suggested places before. Himeko stuttered before replying "We can do that but...any reason as to why?" you hesitate before remembering black swans reason for sending you all, the one she told the crew before speaking privately with the trailblazer. "the express doesn't have enough fuel to stay in one place for too long and Amphoreus is a place where even Akivili had not trailblazed so it can be a new start into the history of the nameless...!" wow your memory came in clutch!
good thing you remembered about the spear falling from the sky so you were able to save both dan heng and stelle before they suffered any serious injuries. however, unfortunately march was unconscious and frozen even here.
you three trek your way into...Januspolis, the first ever place where the setting started. and like it was before, furiae praetors swarm your group, and then comes a flash of gold streaked ocean blue eyes and hair like that of snow, smirking at you as he passed by you in a flash, taking stelle's bat from her and swinging it with a dramatic pose.
ah...there he is...
"Khaslana..."
you let your voice carry into the depths of the abyss...
something that came to me twice when I was taking number 2 and in my dreams. lmk if you guys want a part 2! in that one I'll make sure to include beating lygus's ahh up—
✦ summary : hsr valentine's special! how your faves would go about spoiling you this holiday.
✦ content warnings : none, a lot of fluff. find your love language, and see which characters would do the best at giving you it! — part two 'what are their love languages' coming march 14th
WORDS OF AFFIRMATION
They've always held you in high regard. Their partner is wonderful in so many ways words alone can't explain. But they'll find a way to worship you with them anyways. A coy smile on their face or a heartfelt expression is what you'll see as they shower you with compliments and minute things you didn't know they kept track of.
ft. jade, anaxa, CIPHER, feixiao, WELT, sparkle, SUNDAY
PHYSICAL TOUCH
You thought they were physical before? Oh you haven't seen anything yet. Valentine's morning, and they'll have a hard time letting you go. Your Valentine's with them is filled with cuddles, holding and kissing at every moment. They've given you their heart, and they can only hope to be closer to yours.
ft. topaz, BOOTHILL, constance, FIREFLY, guinaifen, MYDEI, kafka, ARGENTI
GIVING GIFTS
That odd device you mentioned a month ago? Merch of characters you told them you liked? They'll find a way to get you it. And don't get them wrong, their presents are passionate. Handmade crafts, considerate keepsakes. They'll either surprise you by sheer quantity or quality. Each gift is a fraction of their heart.
ft. ruan mei, AVENTURINE, phainon, CYRENE, serval, sampo, DAN HENG
ACTS OF SERVICE
They spend the whole day doting on you. Like it's their life's purpose to make sure you're not stressed, hungry or unsatisfied. They'll make you breakfast, massage your neck, get you your favorite drink. There's no uncertainty that you'll be able to feel how much they care. This day is all about you, and they're determined to show how infallible their love is.
ft. veritas ratio, HIMEKO, jiaoqiu, MOZE, gallagher, ROBIN
QUALITY TIME
They wish they could have all the time in the world to stay right by your side. Forever is a thing that's hard to imagine. But they don't have to worry about that as long as you wake up and go to sleep together. Whatever date night they planned ends up soothing their heart because you're there with them, busy schedules aside, they'll make dedicated time for you
ft. ACHERON, aglaea, CASTORICE, march 7th, JING YUAN, blade
no matter what, your faves love you in just the right way you need.
♡ warnings: SPOILERS! (for character stories specifically), mentions of death & blood
♡ notes: to me, gratitude is driven by a deep understanding and love for another. I hope I've portrayed that accurately in these drabbles with a random assembly of my favorite characters! :) <3
♡ Read it on ao3!
acheron
Acheron shows her gratitude by entrusting you with what she has left. Her senses wane further each day, lost in the Nihility’s flow. Soon she will no longer be able to feel the warmth of your palm against hers. Before that time, however, she wishes to enrich herself with as much of you as possible. To savor the sensations before they become naught but another fading memory. What remains of Raiden Bosenmori Mei is yours to the stars’ end – this is a fact she makes clear. In both soft and rough tones, her adventures are recounted. The chronicles of those departed relayed by firelight, accompanied by spice-laced fruits.
Your thankfulness is shown through sustainment. A fervent care for Izumo’s sharpest blade, nicks and all. Every facet of her surface has been forged in duty – an eternal revenant of void, where life shall begin and end. Now, she knows a tender cloth in place of the fiery crucible. Something cleansing, polishing, and admiring. She has been starved of such loyalty, and is all the more greedy for it. The drifter finds stability and home within you – something she once believed too rare for her to behold.
Her feet have tread many paths, her hands have wielded many weapons, and her psyche withstood the brutality of self-annihilation. Affection is all the more treasured in her mind, something to stave the chill and wrap her up. Her heart will always remember the beating rhythm of love – for her lost family, for those she has fondly guided, for you.
aglaea
Aglaea shows her gratitude by recounting her dreams. An innocuous morning tale or wishful thinking of the past, she shares regardless. The sentimental tidings of romance may drain from her passionate heart, but each droplet only serves as kindling to her fire. Time is an unkind mistress, but Aglaea has learned to replicate her woven game flawlessly. Private from these games, however, are her dawns with you. In the joint ritual of preparing for Okhema’s gaze, she can reminisce. Molten gold are the ideals of her youth, wishes and pursuits cast aside for necessity. Its oxidized kin now roam her slumbering mind, a constant weight on even her most peaceful psyche.
As the wind brushes sheer curtains aside, Entry Hour commences with shuffling bedsheets. Her illuminated threads reinforce her hold on you, tight and filled with a hearth’s warmth. In this moment there is nothing but you. The softness of your skin, the scent of rich baths in your hair, every gentle breath leaving your nose. It steadies her bleary thoughts, returning her to the waking world. Her fingertips trace your arms, a path carved into her memory. Her lips rest near your ear, relaying faux events to your ears. Her delicate words never fail to rouse you, beckoning you to her cocooning embrace.
Your thankfulness is shown through quiet strength. A steadfast attentiveness that chronicles her every fragment. Each piece of cloth bears a different texture, imitating what she felt at its inception. The thoughts and dreams that accompanied such emotions were embroidered across the surface – fine threads forming one beautiful piece. These aspirations find a home in your hands, a delicate hold to roost. Here she has a place to rest, to remain Aglaea amidst the tumult of her journey.
arlecchino
Arlecchino shows her gratitude at dawn and dusk. Only two cups of tea accompany you in silent observation of the distant sea. The waves are dimly lit, only decipherable due to the height of her suite’s balcony. In the day's death and rebirth, the moon is illuminated by the world's essence. Soft pink and blue become entwined with gold as celestial light flickers. The Fourth operates the same. Many vivid and versatile strokes paint her identity, forming a unique care. In this crepuscular safety, she allows cracks in the mask. Whether such a permission is driven by privacy, or the deeper stirrings of reluctance at future responsibilities is unknown. All that is certain is her affinity for quiet companionship and its tender touches.
Your thankfulness is shown in reaction. Arlecchino tests – this is no secret within Her Majesty’s fools. To some you are merely prey in her web, successfully lured into false hope and deceitful love. For Arlecchino, this rumor is double-sided. It is good to keep you on your toes. It opens your eyes to things otherwise invisible and primes your instincts. However, this gossip-born beast is exactly such. It is made to fester and sow, waiting to reap its unfortunate rewards. You are wiser to this shallow effort, although it can prove fun to enjoy its benefits.
To jump at Arlecchino’s voice, even though you could always sense her – either through intense familiarity or the faintest click of her heel. Fake nervous eyes to receive a soft caress. For all that Arlecchino could control within her woven silk, you have never felt its soft and sticky touch. Her intention has always been to provide you and her children with freedom. The ability to choose and learn, to find your own interests and experience the fullness of a life. She is still on this path herself, under her impartial demeanor. You are one of her grandest journeys yet, and she will remind you of this every time you rest above the sea.
boothill
Boothill shows his gratitude by fighting for you. Always fighting, your Boothill. Attempting to preserve and ignite hope wherever possible. It is the most powerful weapon of all, even if it is more tender than its outlets. Underneath that cold metal exterior, it kindles time and time again. Having the courage to continue pushing through life’s callous winds – that was one of the first lessons his fathers’ taught. Those fateful winds have whipped at him for years, molding and shaping his free spirit. He seeks to keep yours the same.
Internal and external, his spurs poise ready to draw blood in protection. The day’s burdens, future’s worries, the past’s haunting grip – all of it dies under Boothill’s biting bullets. Whether they arrive as a kiss, a hug, food and drink, or a whirlwind adventure, his revolver’s at the ready. There should be nothing but joy and peace in those near, a fleeting sentiment for a hunter like him. The silent, starlit plains of Aeragan-Epharshel were once the only place to find such. The wheat would whisper and the fire crackle, his horse would whinny and the crickets chirp. This momentary solitude was treasured, for it could come crashing down in an ambushed second.
Your thankfulness is shown in plain tenderness. A soft caress, a kind tone, honeyed words, and precious understanding. Life as an outlaw is arduous – the constant dance between life and death even more so. The drifter life makes these moments of raw emotion all the more special. Their fleeting nature only leaves a longing for more. It’s a foreign sensation for the cowboy’s mechanic heart, lost to the dust of his old grave.
Yet, in your breath, the wheat still speaks. In your eyes, the fire flickers. In your ears, his horse still listens. In your voice, the crickets still sing. His home may be ruined and torn apart by selfish, cruel men, but every piece of your essence is a brick in his home anew. One he will not lose again.
flins
Kyryll shows his gratitude through action. With a new life comes new ways. Words are a noble’s greatest tool, yet as a lightkeeper the opposite reigns. Fabled curios left at your bedside, opened doors and pulled chairs, a spear poised to strike. Still, time has not dulled his love of letters. How each fragment of the alphabet holds its own history, building a chivalric testament of his devotion to you. The action of creation is one his death-stained hands have come to enjoy. Fireside evenings with an array of bones and implements, ready for delicate carving and constructing. In this simple private ritual, Flins can prepare his unorthodox replicas. The wild hunt, radiant beasts, and you.
Your thankfulness is shown in anchored care. Tending to his wounds, cleaning the graves of companions past, bringing gentle and warm fingertips over freezing skin. Since his days amongst Snezhnaya’s royal court, Flins has struggled with connection. The inherent normality required for such remains incomprehensible even to his razor sharp mind. While most dismiss him as an eclectic and storied gentleman, you took the liberty of reaching across the veil. Holding out a safe, well-stoked hearth for the drifting azure flame.
"Will-o'-the-wisps are like love – most visible in the barren swamp, and just as likely to lead you into danger." Flins proved dangerous indeed, his presence seemingly laced with the shadows of reapers. Yet, what others felt cold and murky, you experienced warm and clear. These reapers were not here for death, rather something far more lethal – love – and they are certain to claim your heart.
lauma
Lauma shows her gratitude through words. Every letter rolls off her tongue in delicate rhythm, a song from the moon itself. Her sentences are intentionally paced, dripping with learned wisdom and natural kindness. Thousands of pages have turned under her fingers, each leaving their mark within her intellect. The Scions hold pieces of history itself in their grand library, tomes Lauma has poured over since childhood. It is her duty as Moonchanter to be the pinnacle of their traditions. To memorize hundreds of blessings and prayers, recall hundreds of fables, preserve sacred relics, and heal her fellow scion. In love, she is no different. Entirely dedicated and hopelessly devoted, her gentle voice is always ready for praise, affirmation, and grand discussion.
Your thankfulness is shown in refuge. Every minute of Lauma’s day and every moment of her night is spent in aid of her people and the land’s longtime residents. Requests big and small are placed on her shoulders, and she bears each with the grace of a leader. The stubbornness to help often leaves her exhausted, hungry, and frazzled by the time she returns to your shared chambers, stumbling like a newborn fawn into bed. As her partner, this destructive behavior should never continue. Watching her sacrifice her own blood and wellbeing just to please others carves far deeper than any frostnight or abyssal wound. Thus, after that first night you spent together, you made it your mission to do for her as she does for others. If she cannot give herself the care she deserves, you will gladly do so instead.
Food grown from the grove ready at every mealtime, a serving for her and you, eaten on a blanket among the knolls. A hand to hold through the day’s duties. A lap to rest her heavy head on, out of sight in the trees to maintain the image she so carefully crafts. Nimble hands ready to massage her neck, filled with tension born of an ordained crown. Warm arms and soft sheets to wrap in, a slice of peace within the Scion’s tower of moonlight. Her heart unravels in sleep-tinged words, spilling in silvery rays to your ears.
navia
Navia shows her gratitude with touch. One hand gloved and jewelled, the other soft and bare. Despite the decorated axe she wields, her hands remain well-loved. Each of your features receives the same warm and reassuring care. An arm entwined with yours as you walk the streets of Fontaine, later wrapping around your neck at a victorious game night. A hand grasped in yours, running through the slopes and fields of Mont Automnequi. Navia’s touch always promises adventure, a journey that will bring you even closer together.
Your thankfulness is shown in support. Navia possesses great skill in many areas – investigation, business, conversation, baking, combat, fashion, acting, and… well you as her partner certainly understand. Her independence bears a reputation of its own within the Steambird’s columns, driven by a compassionate stubbornness. She does not wish for a break, sitting idly by while others suffer weighs too heavily on her conscience. She has already lost enough. With this in mind, you stand by her side as the one who will water and nurture the radiant rose.
From sunlit rooftops to grassy lakesides, her body never strays far from yours. A hand cradling your back or shoulders, a gesture of quiet safety as you watch the people below. In the hills, she truly comes alive. A head in your lap during picnics, her hands playing with yours in the tree’s shade. Her side pressed right against yours, watching the ducks and otters traverse the lake’s surface. Finding constellations in the twinkling night sky, cuddled together to stave off the chilled wind. Her smile drowns the city lights, leaving only the two of you underneath the heaven’s masterpiece.
phainon
Phainon shows his gratitude by studying you – mapping every feature, tracking every interest, remembering every story. Not a word leaves your lips that he does not cherish. Devotion holds intensity’s hand, just as his blazing palms encase yours. In haunting shadow he has lost everything, time and time again. Yet in those moments of ashen light he recalls the details of all that he has loved – most of all, you. He is thankful for every meeting of your eyes, each curve of your lips, and each utterance of his name. Its tone is stabilizing – a refuge amidst flaming hatred.
Your thankfulness is shown in kind. Reading the unspoken, learning the workings of his heart, living alongside his fond and gnawing memories. To be the Deliverer’s sanctum – that was the intention behind every tender action and soothing word. A warm resting place to hold the flames of a savior, rather than stand by and watch him burn. Phainon has mastered a thousand faces, yet none are truly his own. A hero belongs to the people after all, introspection is a luxury. If you are to bear the world, you must fully represent their wishes.
He has always held the belief that everyone carries their own light. They can become their own hero, bringing a new dawn to their old darkness. It is a fundamental journey of life. Phainon’s journey has long remained stagnant, trapped in a constant venture of nothing but guilt, loss, and failure. The rising sun becomes all the more shrouded, covered by thick fog and ensnared by thorns. Just when its rays begin to fade, a new light cascades. It chills like cool water and sings of hometown breezes. The boy in him craves the tranquility – something so at odds with the man he has carved himself to be that he simply cannot resist falling.
He lands not in bloodied dirt or endless void, but the pillowed comfort of being known. The inevitability of having every vein exposed. Vulnerability used to be a weakness, but next to you it becomes a rainbow bridge. The walk across leads not to a futile death but a promising life.
varka
Varka shows his gratitude through company. Time is a precious resource for a knight, and he intends to use it to his full advantage. Breezy streets and flowered meadows, lively training grounds and rowdy taverns. His presence is steady through each. After all, a new expedition could be necessary at any time. Until then he intends to make up for his absence, both in the past and future. Creating as many memories as possible to tide you over and feed his later longing mind. The even more brutal reality of his work is ignored. Not out of ignorance, but a greater knowledge – there is no need to ruin the present with undecided outcomes of tomorrow.
Your gratitude is shown with playfulness. Small pranks, sarcastic banter and risque jokes, as well as spur of the moment adventures. Anything to hear his generous laughter. The Grand Master’s life has seen enough losses to keep him a humble victor. He may spend every spare minute at your side, but that time would feel far too somber without a game or two. “To keep you young”, you’d say, before sprinting down the main street, seeing who could make it to Angel’s Share faster. Loser buys the first round – that was always the agreement. To a man blessed by the north winds, speed comes easy. Most evenings, however, he gave you the win.
Your cheers were worth more than the very gold he placed on the bartop, a bottle of dandelion wine sliding across. Together your seat of choice rests by the second floor’s balcony. Bright enough to illuminate cards for a game or notes from earlier meetings. Private enough from the main crowd to pass off a kiss or two. Spacious enough to scoot the chairs aside and have a simple dance to the late night’s music. To Varka’s alcohol-addled mind, there is nothing but you.
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Himeko, Feixiao, and Kafka giving hickeys to s/o shorter then them.
I love your content btw, and I ope you have a good evening, day or night.
(H:SR) Himeko, Feixiao, Kafka, Acheron, Herta, Qingque, Serval, and Rappa giving their S/O hickeys
Thanks for the kind words! Hope you enjoy!
Mild NSF-W Implications
Himeko notices the lipstick marks on her S/O's neck the moment she glances their direction.
A small part of her blushes upon realizing it, but didn't bring it up immediately as a small smile forms on her lips.
Right now there was no one in the car with them, so why rush?
(Himeko) "Dear?"
(S/O) "Hm? What's up?"
She points to her own neck, a hint of mischief accompanying her tone as she spoke up.
(Himeko) "I think there's a spot on you right...here."
S/O's face goes bright red at that, immediately scrambling to rub it off much to Himeko's laughter.
(Himeko) "You're lucky I pointed it out. Depending on the mood, I'm not sure I would've.~"
Feixiao smirks at the mark left on S/O, knowing she was the cause of it.
It was a lovely shade of red on their neck, why change it? Hell, why even mention it?
Everyone knew that S/O was with Feixiao, might as well show proof of it!
(S/O) "Ow ow ow...!"
Immediately, their hand went to their hickey, pouting ever so slightly. Looks like there was no need to mention that it was there after all.
(S/O) "Did you have to bite so hard...?!"
Feixiao laughed, hugging S/O closer as their head rested on her chest.
(Feixiao) "Come ooon! Little cutie like you? How could I resist?~"
Of course Kafka would leave hickeys on S/O. That wasn't a question of if, just when.
It didn't even have to be in bed, it could've just been a kiss or two and she would've left multiple anyway.
Regardless, Kafka's eyes drift down to where she left marks, trailing from their shoulder to the side of their neck.
Admiring her work as one hand drifted under her chin, Kafka leaned further into the mattress, the other dragging a finger across their body and making S/O shiver from the sensation.
(Kafka) "Think this will get the message across that you're taken?"
(S/O) "There are better ways to do it, I'd think..."
Their blush betrayed their feelings, S/O unable to look Kafka directly in the eyes.
Something that made her laugh, the sultry tone of it lulling S/O closer.
(Kafka) "I guess having a picture of me on your phone would be just as entertaining...but where's the fun in that when I don't get to hear your cute little moans?"
S/O had nothing to retort her flirting, the tip of their ears flushing red again.
Acheron blinks at the bite marks left all over S/O's body. They were panting heavily while she was relatively still full of stamina.
Unsurprising to the both of them, really. But what was shocking:
(S/O) "I...didn't know you were a biter."
(Acheron) "I read somewhere that 'hickeys' was a sign of affection, so I thought it'd be worth a shot."
A little smile formed on the corner of her lips, staring at S/O.
(Acheron) "...Was it?"
(S/O) "I might be a little sore after, but...I'd say so. Just might need to cover it when we go out to eat later."
...Wait a second-
(S/O) "Acheron, hold on. Where did you read that?"
(Acheron) "Oh, I had found a strange store in the Golden Hour. I got lost trying to find a place for us to eat and found it. Their magazines were a little...graphic, but I managed to flip to the excerpt talking about it."
Well, they didn't really expect any less from Acheron.
...But it felt pretty good, so they didn't mind too much.
Herta is already adjusting her hat back on, seemingly unaffected while S/O was out of breath and borderline on the verge of death.
The amount of hickeys they had was comical, being marked all over their body.
(Herta) "Hm...Short of breath, heartrate is abnormally high, arousal levels are..."
As S/O struggled to get up, Herta continued muttering to herself as she flipped her hair back, not even turning back to her lover.
(S/O) "T-That was just an experiment...?!"
(Herta) "One that you enjoyed greatly, it seems. Though, I did as well."
Nodding to herself and checking something off in a tablet before a Puppet Herta fetched it from her, she clapped her hands as if to get S/O off their feet with the gesture.
(Herta) "Come now, we must move onto phase two. The social ramifications of such markings must be observed with my eyes."
(S/O) "I...have to show everyone your hickeys?!"
(Herta) "Naturally. Why else would I bother to go through the effort of covering you all over myself?
(S/O) ?!
(Herta) "...Oh, don't give me that look! It's not as if I'm sending you out there naked."
Qingque snickers to herself, knowing the kind of present she left on S/O's neck.
But it was thanks to her sinister smile that S/O figured out quickly what she gave them.
(S/O) "Q-Qingque! Come on, I have to go to work! I won't have time to cover this!-"
(Qingque) "Oh, it's not a big deal! It's just a symbol of our love!"
(S/O) "You're only saying this because you can cover yours up with the collar...!"
(Qingque) "Maaaaaybe?~"
With a final kiss to S/O's neck, she waved goodbye.
(Qingque) "I'm off to work as well!"
(S/O) "That's a bold faced lie..."
Serval couldn't help but laugh at the smidge of lipstick smeared on their neck. And that wasn't even mentioning the other clearly visible marks left on it either.
(Serval) "Think I might've gotten a little carried away.~"
(S/O) "O-Ow, you think?!"
Serval rolled her eyes, but there was no hostility to it as she snuggled closer, dragging the sheets over them.
(Serval) "Oh don't be such a baby. It'll fade by tomorrow...Probably."
(S/O) "With how hard you did it, I doubt it."
(Serval) "Ouch, don't want your girlfriend to show much she loves you?"
(S/O) "Serval, I have inspection tomorrow! The first thing every soldier is gonna notice is the fact I have something on my neck!"
(Serval) "Please, you're wearing heavy armor and a fur coat! Who the heck's gonna notice something like that?"
...
(Gepard) "...S/O?-"
(S/O) "Please don't ask, sir..."
Did Rappa leaving love marks on S/O count as graffiti training?
...No, not really. But it was still something she wants to do more now! She could use this as a form of training!-
Is what she thinks of for a response when asked by her S/O why she did that.
Truthfully, she just wanted to show how much she loved them without words or art.
Though this was only a temporary artform, it'd still mean a lot to her and S/O!
...Mostly S/O since they were the one having to display it.
Thankfully for her, any hickey that could've been seen was covered by her clothes.
(Rappa) "Ninja Koibito, do you require assistance?"
Their hand rubbed the spots she had bit, wincing a little in pain.
(S/O) "Ack! I don't think there's anything you can do."
(Rappa) "Nonsense! I can immediately think of something!"
She immediately leans them back into the bed, a mischievous smile forming as she nibbled the tip of their ear, hearing them yelp.
Women with muscular backs 🥴 Imagine waking up in the morning and seeing them with their bare backs turned towards you and you clearly seeing the scratches you made the night before. I imagined this with Feixiao and Acheron in mind because in my opinion they would have the most muscular backs among HSR women and wouldn't mind their girlfriend/wife scratching them.
I love women with muscular backs (and bodies).
CW: Mentioned and implied sex, marking
Feixiao in particular would wear something revealing that day. When she knows you marked her up from how good she made you feel last night, the egotistical part of her wants to wear low cut tank tops that show the scratches she acquired. Feixiao feels prideful showing off those marks, it’s a symbol to her that reminds herself to keep up the good work, snd also a symbol to show that she’s a God at sex. Clearly what she did last night was great, so expect to see her proudly flexing the scratches in the mirror like a battle scar 😅
Acheron isn’t as boastful as Feixiao, obviously. She doesn’t mind the scratches, but she doesn’t show them off intentionally either. To her, they are just a product of you clinging onto her for comfort. She knows she can be a bit too much during sex, so she understands that you need an outlet to vent out your feelings (which comes in the form of back scratches)
I will say though, Acheron might unintentionally wear something revealing out in public (like a tank top in Feixiao’s case), and when someone asks about what happened to her back, she shrugs and goes—
“Oh, don’t worry. Those are just from my wife.”
Ignoring the shocked look from the bystander’s face, she walks off because she didn’t think she said anything wrong. She said the truth! I fear Acheron has no social awareness about what she said and now every time someone asks about her “injury” she nonchalantly says it’s from you.
Now a ton of people in Penacony (and other parts of the universe) know how hard Acheron goes on you.
HIHI !! i just saw ur catcakes post (with caelus, blade, sunday, etc..) and was curious if you could do one with robin? it's all good if not,,
ʚ♡ɞฺ main m.list ྀིᨯ — cw. sappy stuff, implied established relationship, fluff — characters included: robin, evanescia, silver wolf, acheron, castorice, cipher, cyrene, t. herta, ruan mei
m note: hope u don't mind i added more ladies, this req has inspired me to do more multi character posts for female characs too :3
robin is so excited! it's really like have your own child with her, and she's more than happy to be calling it her own <3 she's already having it in her arms while eating dinner with you, it's between the both of you while you're cuddling. it starts to get a bit annoying but god could you really be mad at her?
"ahh! isn't she cute? look, baby! i gave her... a bow!" spinning your cat around on her stylist chair, it was adorable! it had been a bow you gave her not too long ago. "adorable, 'binnie. she's beautiful. just like her mother."
placing a kiss on her forehead and petting the silly lil cake on its head is the cherry on top honestly!
evanescia thinks they're adorable, and is way more than just happy she has more than just one partner in crime now. does its clothing and evvveeerrryytthing just to bring 'em out and introduce them to everybody! made little matching bunny ears on. claims you gave birth to her (whether or not you have the anatomy to make it work)
"this is our daughter! officially! look! she has my ears and your eyes." - "adorable, evi..."
it's a lot to keep up with honestly. it's hard but your girlfriend doesn't mind slowing down enough to stay by your side.
silver wolf thinks its weird at first but honestly? ends up warming up to it when it hops up onto her lap while she's stressed playing a game. before you could even solve the pout that slowly started to form, and the groan of agony that slowly dissolved.
so when you peek your head around the corner of your shared room? sitting by the pc you custom built for her, she only hugged the cat cake tightly before huffing. you could clearly see she was pissed about having one miss.
"you seem very close for something you claimed to not have liked..." - "shut it. i lost my combo, i don't wanna hear it from you."
acheron is... skeptical about them. they're adorable yes, but they're... too cute. she thinks it might've been a trap to let both of your guards down but you think otherwise. they're just cat cakes! what could be possibly wrong with them?
so one night, she interrogates it whilst you sleep on her lap. even though she knows you're probably not fully asleep yet... but still. "who do you work for? - "mew...." - "what's your business with my s/o?" - "mew!"
safe to say she left that conversation off with a shared nod. the next time you both talked about cat cake? she didn't comment this time.
castorice thinks they're adorable but thinks they're fragile as well. a bit scared to interact with them because she thinks they don't like her even if it's basically your child with her; god forbid your wife is scared of hurting your daughter ~_~.
"i... i don't know if i can hug her like that, what if i-" - "you won't hurt her, pretty... come on, she's our cat." - "...i don't-"
you get ONE photo of her you and the cat cake together.
cipher is so cheeky about it. it's adorable when you see her naming it a mix of your names and calling it your son. for some reason finds more friends for it, don't ask where they came from, just know your son now has siblings...
"...where did you-" - "aren't you happy? look he's talking to his siblings! i've already named them. its-"
yeah well, better tell her when enough is enough because otherwise? she's bringing home more than just two more.
cyrene is welcoming, she doesn't think they're any trouble to take in at all. is already telling it about poems, and stories about how you met, when you first took her out, when you both started dating. she tells it about everything!
"do you see these rings, sweetheart? this one is from the day i first went out with your mother/father... isn't it beautiful?" - "mew!"
she appreciates it a whole ton when you bring home a little companion.
t. herta thinks they're stupid, or at least she makes you think she thinks they are. she actually considerate of their feelings, her favorite thing about them? they both look like her. it's a little creepy but she doesn't question it.
ohh, but her favorite things to do with them? she loves to dress them up with her old hats and teach them things. "and, so you know, my hypothesis was correct! surprising right?" - "mew!"
they always just made sure to make a sound in order for their mother to recognize that they really are learning.
ruan mei didn't know you knew how to make cat cakes, but the more surprising part is that you didn't make them yourself, you just really happened to bring home one that looked a lot like you. she asks a lot of questions pertaining the cat cake.
"my love, how sure are you you didn't steal this one from some..." - "mew!" - "i suppose i won't complain, having two you's isn't the biggest problem."
her favorite thing to do with it is talk. anything about discussing, or just ranting, she even lets the cake rant a little too.
featuring: sunday, aventurine, blade (+ black swan, acheron) [ part 1: dan heng, jing yuan, gepard, kafka, jingliu. ]
notes: well. the long awaited part 2 is here! (i took absolutely wayyy too long to finish this but a lovely anon requested the penacony cast so i just waited until now haha) stay tuned for either a future aventurine fic or a sunday fic tho; reblogs are appreciated! main masterlist.
Sunday
About [Name]:
Ah, you speak of my beloved. [Name] has managed to strike your interest as well? Heh, I'm joking. You aren't that type of person, no? ….But yes, my lover truly is quite stellar, if not incomparable. I doubt I'd find anyone in the universe as lovely as I do them.
About [Name]: Smitten
Robin often jokes about how my eyes change whenever I see them. ‘Softens like the smitten man you are,’ she says. Well, my sister is hardly wrong about matters of the heart, and to be fair, her words are indeed correct. While I cannot be with them every second of the day, despite my only wish to do so…. I suppose this much is fine. At the very least, this bewitched version of myself shall ward any that dare take [Name] away from me.
About [Name]: Preparation.
…My mansion has everything [Name] shall ever desire. As for I, what I only desire is them alone, and for them to be right by my side. When the time is right, what's mine shall also be theirs, and none shall ever separate the two of us again.
Should anyone attempt it, well, there's a reason my mansion is built the way it is.
Aventurine
About [Name]:
[Name], [Name], [Name].... I see that you too have an eye for priceless treasures. Unfortunately for you, this particular one is already mine to behold. Mm, I wonder how my lover must be faring right now…. Missing them is truly, horribly debilitating.
About [Name]: Unworthy
Whenever I think of [Name] being with me, of all people… Sometimes, the thought is unbearable. To think they would care for someone like me…. How truly lucky I am. Or maybe it's the other way around? Hehe, take a guess.
About Topaz: Contradictory
Topaz and [Name] get along fairly well, despite her rather obvious dislike for me. Nonetheless, I suppose I can understand why. My lover is irresistibly charming~
Now, does this make me jealous, I wonder…. How about we bet on that?
Blade
About [Name]:
Though this sword may be battered and broken, if you harbor any intention of harm towards them, I will not hesitate to brandish this blade.
About [Name]: Mara Infliction
When afflicted with mara, the senses are ravaged ceaselessly, muddying the mind—being unable to distinguish ally from foe. This is my path. And yet their face is clear, pure amidst the carnage, alleviating the haze for but a moment. My mind may be overridden with hatred, but I will never forget that feeling of salvation.
(BONUS: Kafka’s Voiceline about [Name] !)
About [Name]: Truly A Shame
Bladie’s little darling, hm? Definitely a wonder, that one, taming him so easily. Those two are definitely an interesting case, that's for sure. Scary, marastruck Blade and them…. truly a shame. Even I know just how the ending of that particular script will end.
Acheron
About [Name]:
…They are my lover, yes. Hm? Tell you more about them? Heh, I think you'd have better luck asking [Name] instead of me. I probably wouldn't even know where to begin.
About [Name]: Keeping Memories
Despite the fact of my memories being in less than the best condition, [Name] always tells me about all the exciting things they've come across, whether it be delicious food from various planets, or even the most mundane things like the sound of the rushing water, the sight of fireflies in the night. They truly make everything worth remembering.
(BONUS: Black Swan’s Voiceline about [Name] !)
About [Name]: Eye Of The Storm
Ah, you speak of that Galaxy Ranger's companion…. The abyss that is her consciousness seems to only become calm in the face of them, akin to the eye of the storm. A shining light in the middle of nothingness—that is something that even she cannot let go of. No wonder Miss Acheron is quite taken with them.
Black Swan
About [Name]:
The memories of Memokeepers are sorted into various categories by their importance. As my lover, my memories of them hold the greatest value of all. Such memories…. even if the Remembrance wishes for me to hand them over, I doubt I will ever allow it.
About [Name]: Dancing
My proficiency in the act of dancing is all thanks to my continued practice with [Name] on our shared time together. Fufu, ‘dates,’ if you will. Every moment I spend in their arms, swaying to the beat of the music at every turn… those are the memories I wish to forever retain.
About Acheron: Indebted
One time, Miss Acheron managed to get lost in the middle of the Reverie Hotel’s halls... as usual. [Name] came across her then, and proceeded to have a lovely chat with her. I owe her a debt for keeping my lover company as I was preoccupied with some matters the Garden of Recollection entrusted to me to relay to the family. Next time, perhaps I should invite her over for some dinner with [Name]....
end notes thanks for sticking around the part 2 (for the ogs who read pt 1) and do look forward to more HSR content in the future! also did i say i love aventurine
