hello! may i have one where reader brings home those cat cakes for hsr men/could you write their reactions? thank you!
ʚ♡ɞฺ main m.list ྀིᨯ — cw. fluff, established relationship
blade thinks its stupid. why would you want another companion when you already have him? he shrugs it off before he realizes how much of your attention is occupied by said cake.
one day you just find that he and your new buddy are having a staring contest before you set dinner down on the table. just two silent beings watching to see who's more strong.
"...are you two done yet, can we eat?" - "it has earned my respect. you may keep it."
mydei is very... very wary of the animal dessert thing. tries to intimidate it but it only gets the cat cake to like him more.
"my love, you better get this thing off of me." - "'dei... he just wants to spend time with you! he's harmless!"
he squints his eyes at the thing, and in response the small thing meows happily. you can tell he gives in by day seven when he's just lightly petting it on the head with reluctance. "i thought y-" - "shut it." it's a funny scene to see mydeimos defeated by a simple cat cake that sits upon the throne called his chest.
anaxa thinks they're ridiculous. "hah! you really think this cake deserves to live with u-" when he feels the sharp glance on his back. "that is our son, you can't be mean to him!" - "...okay."
as much as you think he might hate the little guy, he actually gets all into teaching kitty cake everything about algebra and anatomy at the same time. figures out kitty cake speaks an actual language too.
"meow!" - "very well said, son. i'm very proud." when you check back in from the kitchen, serving them new desserts you just learned how to make; "seems like you two are enjoying yourselves." - "mm. our son has learned logic."
caelus has interacted with them before, but questions how you ended up finding one and taking it home. doesn't really mind it though, just let it do what it wants, feeds it, give it water... if that's what they need.
"babe? are... oh." you walk into the the room, placing your coat on the rack nearby. taking a seat beside your boyfriend, you lean your head against his shoulder. "hey." he rings an arm around your shoulders to pull you closer.
"do you wanna name her?" tossing a piece of popcorn into is mouth, he leans his head on yours too. "we could do... like, kiwi?" - "perfect."
kiwi just continue to hop around in a circle.
sunday thinks its adorable, immediately scoops it up and sits all three of you down as if to formally welcome him into the family. for a man who would usually be neutral about most matters that didn't concern your wellbeing...
"must we name the little darling?" petting the soft fluff on his head, he places a kiss on your cheek before settling down beside you on the sofa. "only if you wanna, ruan mei gave her to me as a gift." you only fell pleased seeing how well they got along <3
your favorite thing to see was how the adorable little cat dessert would be seated beside the stove while he cooked you breakfast.
ashveil is a very welcoming father, honestly has just accepted the fact that he is a father to one now, feeds the cake whatever his diet is too. you find them just relaxing on the couch together, number one dad over here...
"hey! baby, look. i got him a little suit, matches mine. you like it?" he has the little guy in his arms when he's already got him draped in a coat.
they really bond over small talk. talks to the cat cake like its an actual kid, as if it were your kid before he got with you.
a/n: i was having a sitetampo brainrot because some tiktok video said kenma irl is him so i wrote this in a matter of seconds
Loser gamer boyfriend who couldn't believe he could actually get a girlfriend.
Loser gamer boyfriend who has never been in a relationship let alone be intimate with a girl.
Loser gamer boyfriend who was scared to be so close to you despite dating you because he's worried you'd think he's a creep or a weirdo.
Loser gamer boyfriend who feels so touched and appreciated every time you invade his personal space, even holding his clammy hands.
Loser gamer boyfriend who overthinks if one day you'd leave him for always playing video games.
Loser gamer boyfriend who gets pampered when he's at his gaming setup. He gets snacks and water from you and occasionally shoulder rubs and even his one and only viewer.
Loser gamer boyfriend who pays attention to you for the whole day instead of his game if you drove 1-3 hours to his house just to see him and didn't notice that you feel so happy about it.
Loser gamer boyfriend who would link his arm around yours while he plays, or have you in his lap and his chin rests on your head.
Loser gamer boyfriend who loves it when you lie on top of him while he games on his phone or a portable console. He wears his baggy, cozy hoodie and you loved how snuggly he looks so you would jump on to him in bed.
Loser gamer boyfriend who tries to keep his rage in check when you're around and would never put his anger on you for no reason just from a game. If he scared you at one point, he will apologize and give soft kisses all over your head and face while cuddling.
Loser gamer boyfriend who makes you melt to see how professional he can keep his mood in check. You'd hear cusses and yelling but when you dropped by to give him snacks, he'll turn to you and say "Thanks, babe," in the softest, sweetest voice in contrast with the loud swearing he just said to his teammates.
KENMA, SITETAMPO, (modern!au)XIAO, CHIFUYU, (modern!au)SCARA, CAELUS, KAZUTORA, FELIX, CHENG XIAOSHI, LU GUANG (+anyone that plays games, i literally can't think)
✦ FUND ‘EM NAILS, GENTLEMEN ; all you want is a brand new and fresh set, and luckily, you have a boyfriend who has (a lot of) money .
✦ no pronouns mentioned 4 reader , est. relationship , sosoo much fluff , cutie patooties ong , maybe ooc? sorry if it is! i've been on n off w playing hsr . || wc. 2.3k || BARE W ME. this is my first hsr post !! also no amphoreus cc’s bc i hv no confidence in writing them yet (esp. mydei i love him sm but idw to mischaracterize him n the rest) … IK THE SPOILERS BUT PLS WJNDOWK — could u tell which one i had the most fun writing for……
EDIT : js posted the masterlist for hsr !!
✧ ft. jing yuan, caelus, dan heng, gepard, luocha, aventurine & sunday .
✦ JING YUAN :
you ask him right in the seat of divine foresight, while he’s leaning back in his chair pretending to work but actually daydreaming
“general, fund my nails… please.”
he blinks once. twice. then that lazy grin forms, the one that instantly means trouble. “fund your nails? and what department does this… fall under?”
“the morale department,” you say confidently. “you wouldn’t want a disheartened soldier would you, my lion?”
he lets out a low hum, clearly entertained and amused at the nickname. “ah, yes. morale. crucial for maintaining order on the luofu… especially when it’s coated in sparkles.”
“see! you get it.”
he tilts his head, eyes half-lidded with that amused glint. “very persuasive, i must say. i should add you to the council.”
you cross your arms. “so you’ll pay?”
he pretends to think, tapping a finger against his desk. “hmm… how much are we talking?”
when you tell him, his eyebrows rise slightly. “that much? are they gold-plated talons?”
“no,” you say sweetly, “just pretty.”
he hands you his card like he’s awarding you a medal “don’t spend it all in one salon.”
he gives fake lectures like “it’s important for one’s presentation to reflect inner discipline. a well-manicured hand, after all, wields the spear of duty more gracefully”
after you’re done, you swing by to show him your new nails and he immediately reaches for your hand
“hmm,” he murmurs, eyes tracing the shimmer, “so this is what victory looks like.”
“you mean my victory,” you correct, and he smiles wider
“of course,” he says, voice soft and teasing. “but allow me to enjoy the goods, troublemaker.”
he 100% shows up later in the day or at night, eyes half-lidded and smiling, saying “you should touch my hair with those. it’ll be poetic.”
“poetic?”
“mhm.”
next day he’s showing off your nails to yanqing. “see? even aesthetics can be a form of strategy”
yanqing deadpans at him
(next week he randomly transfers you credits “for maintenance” pretending it’s part of the official budget)
✦ CAELUS :
you bring it up so casually that he thinks he misheard you at first
“your what now?”
“my nails, boo. i need them done.”
his brain goes straight to shit like battle damage? talon reinforcement? weapon upgrade?
“…wait, like, painting nails?”
you nod like it’s the most natural request (it kinda is) in the world “don’t trailblazers have like, beauty budgets?”
“no?? we have repair budgets???”
“oh.. then let me ask hime—“
“NO! i’ll pay.. them for you if you really want it!”
“hmm? whaddya say again??” you ask with a small grin forming on your face
he groans, muttering a "you are so lucky you’re cute"
he pays anyway but he’s dramatic about it
“there goes my pay check. hope your glitter is worth my suffering…”
while you’re choosing colors, he hovers behind you giving fake commentary
“so that one’s pink, that one’s… slightly more pink? oh okay.”
“no no, you need something that says i could deck someone but.. politely.”
he yells tells the tech a million times to “make sure they can still punch enemies. we need full mobility!”
later when you show him your finished nails, he pretends to shield his eyes
“too shiny! i’m blinded!”
“oh you love it”
“… yeah maybe i do” he says with a grin, watching you giggle and wiggle your fingers like you just got a new relic
then very quietly he murmurs “worth every credit..”
✦ DAN HENG :
you drop it on him so casually it fries his brain
“hey data boy, can you pay for my nails pretty please?”
he’s mid-scroll on his data pad. pauses. looks up slowly and lets out a “…pardon?”
his voice does that flat calm thing he uses when he’s actually panicking internally
“just a manicure,” you say, waving your hand like it’s nothing, “and maybe some little sparkly designs. nothing crazy!"
his eyes flick to your hand for way too long. “sparkly?”
“mhm.”
“...and why do you need me to pay for it?”
you grin “becauseee you like me!"
immediate silence... he stares at you with that unreadable expression for a full five seconds
he sighs. “…i suppose that’s one way to phrase it.”
transfers the credits anyway
“think of it as... an early investment in my self-care,” you tease.
“...you’re impossible,” he mutters, but his ears are tinged with some redness
when you come back showing them off, he looks up from his data pad for half a second and goes completely still
“...they’re… nice.” his voice is too soft though
you wiggle your fingers in front of his blushing face, “you paid for them, you can look ya know."
“they suit you.” his tone is flat but his tail (if he's in form, PT/IL) would be swishing slowly and slightly curled around your leg
“i didn’t realize beauty services were this effective.”
“effective?”
“…you’re distracting, my dear.”
cue his immediate regret and your victorious smirk
✦ GEPARD :
you catch him right after patrol, still in uniform, adjusting his gloves and looking every bit the responsible captain he is. you figure it’s the perfect time
“captain cutie,” you start, all casual, “could you pretty please pay for my nails?”
he pauses. doesn’t even blink for a good three seconds. you can see the gears in his head trying to process whether this is an emergency or a prank (processing the nickname too)
“your... nails?” he finally says, voice so careful like he’s afraid it’s a trick question
“national morale,” you explain with an exaggerated sigh “how could the partner of belobog’s bravest captain be walking around with chipped polish?”
“i... suppose that makes sense,” he murmurs, scratching his neck
you show him the design— pale blue, with little snowflake accents to match his armor. you don’t miss how his expression softens immediately
“you chose this because of... me?” he asks quietly.
you shrug, pretending to be nonchalant. “maybe. so... you’re paying?”
his face turns red. the kind of red that makes his ears vividly contrast against his blue and white armor
“how much would that be?” he asks, still trying to sound composed, but his voice gives him away
when you tell him the price, he actually chokes. “that’s— that’s a lot!”
“not for national morale,” you say solemnly.
and that’s it. he sighs like a man burdened with the weight of love and financial responsibility. “fine. just... promise me you’ll eat something before and after.”
you take off gleefully, but not before giving him a smooch on his cheek with a dramatic 'thank you, my knight in shining armor!'
his face is now the epitome of a tomato.
when you show him the finished nails the next day, he’s absolutely speechless. his gaze lingers longer than it should...
“they... suit you,” he manages, then a quiet smile creeps across his face “and i like how they match me.”
serval finds out, obviously, and teases him for a solid week. “captain, i didn’t know ‘nail funder’ was part of your title.”
he just groans and hides his face in his hands. “they’re impossible.”
but he’s smiling the whole time and later, when you stretch your hand out toward him, wiggling your pretty nails, he takes it without hesitation
✦ LUOCHA :
“this one looks nice…” you mumble, zooming in on a photo of shimmery pink nails
luocha hums from across the room, wiping his hands with a towel after tending to a patient
“you sound like someone with a wish they’re not saying aloud.”
you glance up, a little sheepish. “it’s silly. i wanted to get my nails done, but… i’m kind of saving up right now.”
he tilts his head, that gentle smile curving his lips. “ah. so you’d rather let your hands stay bare than let me help?”
you blink. “wait— i didn’t—”
“then it’s settled,” he says, already reaching for his pouch
you swear he’s faster than any combat medic should be...
“luo, i wasn’t asking for money!”
“of course not,” he replies smoothly, slipping a small envelope toward you. “it’s simply a token of appreciation. after all, those hands have patched me up more times than i can count.”
you try to hand it back, but he only smiles softly, eyes glinting beneath his pretty lashes
“humor me, please. it would be… nice, to see something so delicate adorned properly.”
later, when you return from the salon, he’s brewing tea, the faint scent of herbs drifting through the air
you hold out your hands shyly. “well... what do you think?”
“beautiful,” he murmurs, taking your hand in his. his thumb traces lightly along your knuckles
“you chose well. it suits you, sweetheart.”
he pauses, smile softening like silk. “perhaps next time, you’ll let me come with you. i’d like to see how the process works.”
you laugh quietly “you’d really sit there while i get my nails done?”
that night, you’re both half-asleep in bed. he lies behind you, one hand tucked near your pillow, the other lightly draped over your waist
absentmindedly, you reach up and toy with a lock of his hair— soft, cool, faintly scented of lavender
he doesn’t move at first, only hums in quiet contentment
“careful,” he whispers, voice low against your shoulder. “if you keep touching me like that, i’ll start to believe you did your nails just for me.”
you chuckle softly, still half-asleep. “maybe i did.”
there’s a pause. then a faint chuckle, almost too quiet to catch
“then i suppose,” he says, brushing his lips against your hair, “i regret nothing.”
✦ AVENTURINE :
it starts when you’re scrolling through pictures on your phone and sigh way too dramatically. aventurine looks up immediately, because of course he does
“what’s with the face? you look like someone just raised your rent.”
you don’t even look up. “just my nails. they’re chipped. i was gonna get them done, but the salon i want is… kinda expensive.”
he hums, already smiling like he knows where this is going
“oh? and you were planning to bat those pretty lashes at me until i offered, weren’t you?”
you roll your eyes, but he’s already pulling out his card
“aventurine—”
“shhh. i’m doing something generous. don’t ruin the moment.”
he scrolls through salons on his own phone, pretending to be busy
“hm. 8000 credits for a simple gloss? outrageous. anyway, i booked you an appointment for the deluxe tier. your welcome, gorgeous.”
he booked it before you even said yes.
“aventurine, i wasn’t even—”
“oh come on, you can’t expect me to let my partner walk around with chipped nails. what would that say about me? a man of wealth and taste, defeated by a manicure crisis?”
later, he actually drives you there (well, more like lounges beside you in the floating cab, sunglasses on indoors)
when the stylist greets you, aventurine flashes his classic grin. “give them the works. we’re talking diamonds, chrome, enchantments, whatever makes angels jealous.”
you swear the stylist’s eyes turn into credit signs..
while you’re getting your nails done, he lounges nearby scrolling through his messages, but keeps sneaking glances at you
“you look good in gold lighting,” he mutters, pretending he didn’t say it like it was just the wind
when you tease him for staring at you, he goes, “me? never. i’m simply… assessing the return on my investment.”
during dinner he gradually goes quiet, gaze dropping to your hands resting on the table
the faint sparkle of your freshly done nails catches the light and his attention
“so that’s where my money went,” he hums, chin propped in his hand, lips quirking like he’s both judging and deeply entertained
you playfully roll your eyes, “you offered, remember? and you were there!”
he tilts his head, grin widening— completely ignoring your latter statement. “did i? or did you just look at me like that until i gave in?”
he says it in that slow, teasing tone, like he’s testing how flustered he can make you before you look away
you reach for your drink, pretending to ignore him— he chuckles under his breath, leaning a little closer across the table
“don’t hide ‘em now,” he murmurs, voice softer. “you wanted me to notice, didn’t you?”
the teasing fades into something gentler for a moment, his gaze lingering not on the color but on you
“guess i don’t mind funding a little beauty if it keeps you smiling like that,” he says, offhand, like he didn’t just make your heart stutter mid-sip
✦ SUNDAY :
you ask him half-jokingly if he’d pay for your nails, just to see what he’d say
sunday looks up from the book he’s reading, one eyebrow raised, like he’s trying not to smile
“your nails?” he repeats, voice all calm and slow like he’s testing you
you grin. “yeah. think of it as… charity.”
he laughs under his breath ,a quiet little sound that makes you grin even wider
“charity, huh? fine,” he says, finally setting his book aside. “guess i can sponsor your next divine act of self-care, sweetheart.”
you don’t actually expect him to do it, but of course he does — transfers the credits without blinking
“don’t spend it all in one salon,” he teases, eyes gleaming in that lazy way of his
later, when you show him the finished look— pretty, shiny, exactly how you wanted— he just looks for a long moment, gaze thoughtful
“so?” you ask, waving your hand teasingly, “worth it, sunny?”
sunday hums, leaning in a little. “you’re asking if i like them, darling?”
you nod and then he takes your hand, turning it slightly under the soft lighting of the sun setting
“like’s not the word,” he says, his voice going soft, teasing but warm. “they suit you. bold, a little too pretty for their own good.”
you roll your eyes, pretending to pull your hand away but he holds on with gentle hands
“what?” you ask, flustered
“you truly have a way of turning the mundane into something sacred,” he says, eyes flicking up to meet yours. there’s amusement there, but also that quiet reverence that always makes your heart trip
you snort, “they’re just nails, sunny.”
“can’t help it,” sunday adds, “when the canvas is this beautiful.”
you go quiet and he grins, clearly knowing what he’s doing
he laughs softly when you get flustered, thumb brushing over your knuckles like he’s blessing them (bless me too sunday)
later, when you catch him absentmindedly glancing at your hands mid-conversation, pretending not to, he only shrugs when you call him out
“perhaps I am guilty,” he admits with a faint smirk. “but can you fault a man for admiring his own investment?”
art creds. 海仑 on weibo 〆 contains. mentions of being drunk/drinking, some suggestiveness but still sfw
gia's notes. new layout bc im allergic to keeping a theme 🏰 also i'm writing this while i procrastinate an essay. which is due in like.. 8.5 hours. and i am 2k over the word limit. joy upon joy.
╰┄➤ ❝ request. anon 〆 What HSR men says when they are drunk. ❞
⋆. 𐙚 ˚ they’re SWEET when they’re drunk.
his voice gets a touch softer, a little lower so that you have to crane your neck and lean in real close to him to catch what he's saying over the bustle of the bar that you went to and the chatter of your friends that you came with. it’s like you’re in your own little universe with him, the sweet pinkish tint to his cheeks and the dilated pupils a look that you could definitely get used to- not that his usual more reserved look didn’t make your heart hammer in your chest, too.
but it's just so rare to see him like this, for him to look at you like you hung the stars in the sky, like every word that passes your lips is a prayer, whose hands furl and unfurl in his lap like he's itching to touch you (you wish he would).
it's not like he really says much, per se, instead opting to watch your every move wide-eyed and with a slackened jaw. you're growing warm under his gaze, and you stutter out that he'll really have to quit staring at you like that before you get the wrong idea. that does little to stop his actions, though he does flash you a sheepish smile.
"i'm sorry, you just look so beautiful."
you almost choke as you take a sip of your own drink.
gepard, dan heng (imbibitor lunae), moze, luocha
⋆. 𐙚 ˚ they’re FLIRTY when they’re drunk.
it should be illegal for him to be this much of a smooth talker with that many drinks in his system. he's completely and utterly shameless, one arm rested casually against the back of your chair and his whole undivided attention on you as he throws every line he knows right at you hoping that one will land.
you'd be lying if you said that you weren't enjoying this attention from him, though there's the remaining sober part of you screaming how he's just a friend over and over, but when he dips his head low to whisper into your ear you're delighted to find that part of you audibly drown out.
everything about him is just so... tantalising. the way his silver tongue darts out to swipe across his lip, him not missing the way your eyes follow the movement. the way he leans back in his seat, the hungry yet calculating look in his eyes doing something to you. the way you see him deliberating over something before finally opening his mouth to speak.
and when he asks you if you want to get out here with him, it's only natural for you to accept his offer.
aventurine (realistically he gets sad when he drinks but that is not romantical or lighthearted at all) jiaoqiu, gallagher, boothill
⋆. 𐙚 ˚ they’re TALKATIVE when they’re drunk.
even on a good day, he's known to just talk, and talk, and talk if he gets going. that particular quality only seems to be amplified by the alcohol coursing through his system. he's been talking your ear off for the past half hour or so, a never-ending flow of words escaping his lips as he seems to he telling you just about everything that's on his mind.
you see the glances from others, the pity edging its way to concern adorning their features, but little do they know that you don't mind one bit.
while he may not be everyone's favourite to talk to, you've always found something within you compelled to sit and listen while he talks. he's always had something interesting to say, always been wary of if you are feeling tired or bored (not that you ever would be of him), and over your few encounters you've grown to be rather fond of him.
he's still talking now, an enthusiastic gleam in his eye as you smile and nod, propping your chin against your hand as you get comfy and study his features unbothered.
he sees the affectionate look on your face and stops for a moment, smiling widely and stuttering a few times before continuing.
dr ratio, sampo, mr reca, argenti
⋆. 𐙚 ˚ they’re TIRED when they’re drunk.
it's something that happened once, a few months ago when you had drank with them for the first time. you had all been in a group, and you had been chatting away with your friends rather livelily (i dont think that's a word) until you promptly felt a weight against your shoulder.
your reactions are a bit sluggish, but when you do turn to see just what it could be you're surprised to see a head of hair, and your tipsy brain just about manages to realise he's slumped over, dozing off on your shoulder, much to the amusement of everyone at the table.
you find it rather funny yourself, sneaking your phone out of your pocket to snap a rather unflattering-angled photo of him (which he still manages to look good in) that you send to him the next morning (he smiled to himself as he saw your grinning face in the corner of it and saved it to his camera roll).
you don't quite have the heart to wake him up or shrug him off, so you sort of just... let him be and continue talking like nothing had happened. some nondescript amount of time later he wakes up, blinking uncertainly as he gains his surroundings, before jolting up ramrod straight and apologising to you.
you giggle, tell him it's alright and tease that he must be getting old to be asleep this early, which is met with an unimpressed look from him.
but from that night onwards, it happens a little too... often to be some chance.
every time he drinks, without fail, his head drops onto your shoulder. it's somewhat of a routine to snap a photo of him like this, to admire it in secret before sending it to him, and it's somewhat of a tradition now for him to wake up and instead send you a reserved smile before letting himself doze off on your shoulder again.
not that either of you are complaining.
blade, jing yuan, caelus, welt
➤ IF YOU LIKED THIS, TRY ... do you want somebody like i want somebody?
Okay, what if the Stellaron Hunters traveled to a distant planet and met a giant woman? Guess who woos said woman by literally doing nothing? (I suck at titles)
This was completely inspired by any and every media depicting men with their giant of a wife. Not just a woman who’s built and muscular, I mean a woman who can hold their man in the palm of their hands because they’re so big. Giant wife supremacy!
Warnings: None
Part two - Part three
Let me start and say that no one. And I mean no one on the astral express expected Caelus of all people to have a wife. Okay? No one
Why? Look at him. Look at that man and tell me he’s even remotely spouse material. Thats impossible. He’s too silly, too goofy, too irresponsible, and he’s somehow not dead
But that’s exactly what attracted you to him. Somehow
Not even you understand it actually.
Really, it started when you were doing your own thing on your planet and out of nowhere, this strange ship landed on it. You were curious, a little wary too. Lots of visitors came onto your planet, some wanting to understand the origins of the bright colorful star, others wanting to take the resources of your planet
But these guys? They weren’t like that at all. If anything, it seemed like they were looking for a place to relax and lie down for a while, possible off the grid
You did hear from the people of this planet that they were wanted criminals with huge bounties on their heads. It interested you. After spending so long alone, who wouldn’t be interested?
So, you decided to shrink down and meet one of them. Specifically, the grey haired man with bright golden eyes. He intrigued you. He was so quiet, so emotionless, you wondered how in the galaxies anyone could be so stoic
“Who are you?” You tried to scare him one day while he was out wandering in one of the vast fields of your planet. It didn’t work, obviously, he just stood there and stared at you, silent as a statue
You huffed, puffed, and poked at his cheek, “I asked you a question. Don’t you know it’s rude to ignore someone? Especially when they take refuge on your home and refuse to greet you.”
He had enough manners— and sense— to reply, “Caelus.” Was all he said.
“Caelus.” You let the name roll off your tongue, humming to yourself as you floated upside down, your clothes and hair flowing in some invisible wind, “Why have you come here, Caelus?”
No answer. Figures.
You pouted, huffing and puffing and eventually floating away
But were you going to give up? Goodness no! You were intrigued and curious, and you were determined to get this man to break
So you spent most, if not all, of your time bothering him. Constantly at his side, constantly poking his face, constantly trying to make conversation
It worked a few times, actually. He was able to tell you the name of his group. The Stellaron Hunters. It sounded ominous. Super suspicious.
You eventually learned the names of the members. Kafka. Blade. Silver Wolf. Firefly/S.A.M. And Elio.
You never met Elio, but you had a feeling you didn’t want to.
Kafka liked your presence, so did Firefly. It was fun hanging out with them too, since you don’t see many people that actively talk to you, it was such a lonely existence
“So,” Firefly asked you one day as you floated atop Caelus’ head while he drank… whatever was in his cup, “Were you that star that we saw earlier?”
“Star?” You tilted your head in curiosity and then nodded. “Yes, that was me.” You gazed down at the gray haired man, taking his cup and drinking the liquid. It had such an interesting flavor.
Caelus, held his hands like the mug was still in them, flexing them, and then sighing before grabbing a packet. It had some strange amber thing inside of it, and he opened it before pouring the sap into the cup you now had.
“Here.”
“What’s that?” You asked.
“Honey.” He answered.
“Yes, dear?” Kafka joked, grinning at Caelus’ deadpan face. “Oh, come on, it was funny. Right Bladie?”
Bladie— Blade— stared at nothing in the corner. Weirdo.
Silver Wolf blew her pink… gum. You think that’s what she called it. “That is so last amber era.”
“Why’d she answer like that?” You asked, and Caelus sighed, “It’s a pet name.”
“Hm?”
“A name you call a loved one.” He explained, taking the cup from your hands and finishing it off. “It’s reserved for a significant other.”
“Are you two significant others?” The disgust on his face made you giggle, “Aeons no. She’s just like that.”
“It’d be cute if you called him that.” Kafka tapped your nose, “Since you’re so close and all.”
“Honey?” You tested it, ruffling Caelus’ hair.
He didn’t answer. You pouted and tried again, “Honey?”
Nothing.
You were going to say it again when he finally relented, “Yes, dear?”
And you refused to call him by any other name after that.
Caelus thought you were a nuisance. Like a thorn at his side, or a really annoying wasp. But over time, he learned to soften himself. Just for you.
Sometimes he’d meet you at the fields you loved to wander and make you a flower crown. It would be horrible made, of course. He told you Firefly taught him, just as an excuse. But you would love it and wear it every day.
Sometimes he’d walk with you in the streets of the town he was staying at, letting you float all around him. He’d let you rest atop his head, and became careful when you’d fall asleep
“The favored one.” The townspeople would say when they’d see him walk around, their eyes sparkling in awe at the fact he managed to win your affection so easily.
“What are you, exactly?” Caelus asked on one of your many nightly strolls.
You never explained to him what you were. He knew that you were some type of star, since he’s seen you glow oh so brightly in your favorite color. To interact with him, or the people on this planet, you shrunk down into something humanoid. He says this because only your top half was human, while the rest of you was stardust. And you floated more often than not, your robes and hair flowing with you, like magic.
“Well,” you floated upside down, humming softly to yourself as you glowed, “I’m not entirely sure.”
“You’re not sure?” He almost scoffed. How could you not know what you were?
“No, it’s never crossed my mind.” You shrugged, “All I know is that I help this planet. That’s my purpose.”
“So what happens when this planet gets destroyed?” He stopped in the middle of the street, his hands in his pockets, his stare icy despite the golden glow of his eyes. “When everything inevitably comes to an end? What then?”
You tilted your head, “I don’t know. I’ll know when I get there, I suppose.”
A scoff, “Then what’s the point of doing all of this? If you’re unsure about what you are, about your purpose? If you get bored and decide you don’t want to protect this planet?”
“Why are you so adamant about the end of this world?” You asked softly, your hands moving against his arms, his shoulders, his fluffy hair
He will forever deny the fact that he leaned into your touch
“Because everything comes to an end.”
“So what?” You moved away from him, “Can I not enjoy the time I have here?”
“You can but—“
“But nothing.” You floated upside down, your lips pressing against his head, “You’re much too focused on the end, honey. It’s very… ah, what’s the word? Depressing.”
“Depressing.” He echoed with a scowl.
You giggled at his face, poking at his nose, “Depressing.” You formed legs from your stardust half, waddling around and mocking him, “I’m Caelus! Grump grump grump!”
“Stop that.” He huffed.
“Grump grump!” You giggled, your hands on your hips, “I don’t enjoy myself! Grump!”
“I don’t say that.”
“I’m so boring! Grumpy grump grump!” You spun around
“Come here,” He tugged at your arm as you laughed, pulling your back against his chest. “You’ll learn to stop mocking me.”
“Or what?” You teased, your laughter loud until it was silenced by his lips.
“Or I’ll do that.” He smirked at your speechless face, letting you go in favor to walk back to the Stellaron Hunters. You were left stunned in the streets, stars blooming across your face in a blush.
You absolutely refused to give him any type of space afterwards. It had gotten to a point where the hunters would ask where you were if he ever traveled alone.
Firefly was rooting for you. As was Silver Wolf. Kafka loved to teased you both. Blade didn’t care. At all.
You were attached to Caelus at the hip. Completely enamored by him, completely… what’s the word? In love. Yes, you were in love. And you were in deep.
You’d always come into the room he was staying in, one of the buildings the humans called a hotel. It was cozy, very roomy. How have you never been in here before? You should’ve done this ages ago
You grinned as you floated through the window, finding him lying on his back in the bed. He was very pretty. You couldn’t help yourself as you floated towards him, your hands cupping his cheeks. So fascinating, so soft.
You weren’t in tune with the humans, if that much wasn’t obvious. You spent most of your time in the skies, in space— as they called it. You were very out of touch with what they do, what they are, their language, their expressions. But you wanted to learn with this one.
Your hands wandered across his body. Muscular, you think that’s the word. Everything about him was squishy, sometimes soft, sometimes hard. The hard parts were his arms and legs, they felt like they could crush you. You believe that means he works hard? Something along those lines
The soft parts were his face and chest. Oh ho, especially his chest. You couldn’t stop squishing them. What are they called? You forgot, actually. Boobs? Is that what they are?
“What are you doing?” Tired golden eyes met yours, his confusion evident.
“You boobs are soft.”
He pursed his lips, held back a laugh, and said, “They’re not boobs.”
“What are they?” You squished them again.
He sucked in a breath, “Pectorals.”
“They’re soft.”
“I can see that.” You both stared at each other for a long moment, and you eventually let go of his pecs in favor of pulling up his shirt to see.
Now this is when he flinched, “What are you doing?!”
“I’m looking.” You said, yelping and pouting when he slapped your hands away, quickly pulling the fabric back down, “You don’t do that!”
“Why not?”
“It’s—“ He ran a hand down his face, “It’s rude. Very rude. And indecent.”
“But I wanted to see!” You whined. Could he blame you? You were curious! You wanted to see his pectorals. And his stomach. They looked like bricks. Abs, you think they’re called. He had a lot of them.
“No.”
“But—!” You couldn’t finish, not when his hand shot to your neck, pulling you down to kiss you. That made you buffer when he pulled away quickly, “But nothing.”
You stared. Blinked. Your lips tingled.
“What was that?”
“What?”
“What you just did.” You formed legs to sit on top of him, his hands automatically rested at the point where your legs met your bone. Your… hips, you think. Yes, your hips. “What was that?”
“A kiss?”
You nodded. A kiss. “Do it again.”
“Kiss you?” He raised a brow, earning another nod. Well, he started this, he has no one to blame but himself at this point. “Do you know what it signifies?” He asked you.
You shook your head, “I’ve seen two humans do it before. But I’m unsure.”
“It means they love each other.”
“Love?”
“Significant others.” He explained the concept of love to you, somehow. It intrigued you. To care about someone like that, to stay by their side like that. Fascinating.
“Only significant others kiss on the lips?” You asked.
“Or when they want to be significant others, yes.” He confirmed.
Silence.
“You kissed me before.”
“I did.”
“Does that mean you love me?”
“I do.”
More silence.
“Do I say that I love you?”
“You can.”
“Then I love you.”
For once in all the time you’ve known him, he smiled back, his hand resting against your cheek. It was small, but it was enough for stars to burst along your cheeks. “Well, then I love you.”
“I want another kiss.” He chuckled at that, leaning you down, “Alright.”
And he kissed you. You loved the feeling of his lips on yours, it was so soft. So warm. He was warm. And loving. Yes, very loving. You liked this idea of love.
You loved him.
Caelus sat up, keeping you on his lap, pulling you closer with his hands staying on your hips. “You’re a surprisingly good kisser for someone who didn’t know what it was.”
You huffed and puffed, “Hush. Don’t stop kissing me.” He followed your orders, his lips moving from your own down to your jaw, then your neck.
Oh, that was different. Very different. You whimpered at the feeling, your hands clutching to his shirt. You squirmed on his lap, trying to get away. He held you still.
“Sensitive?” He rumbled. You nodded. “It’s okay,” his reassurance did nothing as he continued, “I got you, can you relax for me, honey?”
Honey. He called you honey. Oh, he called you honey!
You relaxed, taking deep breaths as his lips trailed back up to your lips, “I won’t do too much, don’t worry.”
You were a mess that night. All from gentle kisses. Nothing more.
You loved him.
But could you even be together? You were a cosmic being and he was… whatever he was. Human, possibly. He was human.
The thought made you sad. Especially when you remembered that he only landed on your planet to lay low, what happens when he leaves? Will you ever see him again?
You lied in your favorite field, wallowing in sorrow at the thoughts. Caelus managed to find you, sitting down next to you, brushing a hand through your floating hair.
“Care to tell me what’s wrong?” He asked softly.
“Will you stay?” You lifted your head from the grass. “Here? With me?”
You could hear him swallow, “I can’t.”
Of course. You should’ve expected it. How could you ask him to stay? He’s human. You’re… whatever you are. It didn’t hurt any less, though.
“But I can always come visit.” He added, “Whenever I’m free, I’ll come to see you.”
“Promise?” You sat up, crawling into his lap as his hands settled against your hips. “I promise.”
You set your head against his shoulder, your hands tracing his collarbone, his neck. “I’ll have to go back to the sky soon anyway.”
His heart ached in his chest.
“But I’ll still be here,” You gestured to the field, “I can see you right here. If you do visit.”
“Then we’ll meet right here.” He lifted your chin, his lips moving against your own, “So we can see each other.” His hand dug into his pocket, pulling out two beautifully colored bands.
“What’s that?” You let him slide one onto your finger.
“A promise.” He told you, “For every time I come back.”
“Don’t humans call this—“
“Marriage? Yes.”
“Is that what this is?” You gazed into his golden eyes, “Marriage?”
“Do you want it to be?”
“Yes.”
“Then we’re married.”
You smiled, “It feels too simple.”
“I don’t know anyone who can marry me and a very beautiful cosmic being that can destroy this world if she wanted to.” You giggled when he kissed your temple.
“Me.”
“Then we’re married.”
And it was unfortunately true, for both his and your departure.
Caelus watched as you kissed him goodbye, giving him one last smile before you ascended back into the sky. You were ginormous. Like a protector over this world, just as you said you were.
He sighed sadly as he boarded the ship, his heart aching to leave you.
“I’m sorry,” Silver Wolf mumbled to Firefly, “we’re just not going to question the fact that thing is his wife?”
“No!” Firefly pushed her shoulder, “Now shut up! It’s a really sweet love story!”
“But how—?”
“Shut up!”
He waved goodbye as the ship flew up, leaving the atmosphere. Somehow, you managed to see his small figure, opening your eyes and waving back. That beautiful smile of yours never leaving your face, even as your planet disappeared.
Caelus slumped against his seat and groaned, “I miss my wife.”
A/N: I miss my wife, tails. *looks at Dan Feng* I miss her a lot. I’ll be back.
Clothes? check. Guide books? check. First Aid? check. He took note of every single item that was in the bag he frequently took during trailblazing expeditions which had every single important thing. However, he does not remember putting you in the checklist nor finding you half-asleep on the bag. Somehow, you managed to snuggle yourself inside the bag while having your legs and hands close to yourself. Sure it didn't look comfortable but the question was 'how did they sleep like that?'
Heaving an exasperated sigh he said "wake up [name] the preparations for the expedition aren't done yet" and rubbed on his temples. You woke up with droopy eyes and yawned. "The smell of the old books truly helps you sleep well," and once again flopped yourself on the bed. He finished packing and went to join you on the bed. He rolled you over to the other side and made space for himself. He hugged you close to him as you entangled your legs with his. You snored softly as he kissed you on the forehead. "Good night dearest."
BLADE —
He was looking at the Xianzhou from atop a building. Or was it a cliff? you cared less since the sleep was already starting to get to you, and you really needed a nap. Balde turned back to report to you that the work is over, only to find your legs crossed and leaning on your weapon for support as you slept on it. He has seen this many a times before.
"[name], dear, please get up there's a lot of things that we need to do. Your sleep can wait." However, his words were futile since you only just replied with a "hmm". He wad having none of it. Like his usual routine, he princess carried you on his arms and trodded his way towards the designated location. You cracked a soft smile on your lips. You had to admit that this was primarily the reason you would fall asleep at odd places and at odd times. He knew of this but indulged you often to let you feel his strong bulky arms under your shoulder and let you snuggle yourself to his chest. "You're a sly one aren't you?"
CAELUS —
What time is it? Perhaps 6 in the morning. It's hard to tell the time because of how dark the underworld in Belobog is. His hair was deshelved, and clothes were wrinkled. He came from the showering after freshening up. Even after 2 hours, you were still asleep. He slowly creeped into bed and tackled you. You were jolted awake by him smothering kisses all over your face and neck.
"Oh aeons! Babe that's!" but to no avail could you get enough word out. He held you close to him not letting you escape, "isn't it about time you get up from the bed hm ?" His words and actions didn't match. He had you trapped between his strong pair of arms all while snuggling beside your neck. You huffed and said "fine fine! just give me 5 more minutes. Y'know I keep my word..." by this time yours words were quite slurred, a clear sign of the imminent arrival of sleep. He sighed, "what am I supposed to do with a sleeping beauty as my partner?" and looked at you fondly for a while.
