astra, miyabi, and caeser domestic fluff
2 hours before i close reqs!!! caesar’s part is the longest. myb. I love my king. cw: none. gn! reader, fluff, small hurt with comfort.
“ astra baby, eve’s calling for transport, we gotta get outta here in fifteen. i’ll apply that eyeliner for you. “
you offered, walking inside of the shared bathroom while the singer does her makeup for the meet n’ greet she’s has to be attend in thirty minutes. astra was supposed to already be at the event an hour early to coordinate with the directors but she overslept. given that astra had a busy schedule this week, you and evelyn allowed her to sleep in. that was probably a mistake because it was hard to get her awake. slobber running down her chin, black tresses ruffled, and she was out of it.
“ yes! “ your girlfriend celebrates, grinning jubilantly at you, “ alright, c’mon! “ she grasps your forearm excitedly, luring you next to her.
amused, you fumble around for her signature eyeliner amongst her makeup items messily strewn about across the bathroom counter. “ i don’t get why you’re always get so excited for me to do your makeup, sunshine. i only do this whenever we gotta get you ready quicker. “
“ oh that’s fine, i don’t care! i just love it when you do my makeup. actually, i’d prefer for you to be my makeup artist! “
you chuckled, finding the star liquid liner and pop it open with ease. “ let’s not go too far, honey. i only learn through tutorials and you to help out. unfortunately, eve had to be my training dummy until i got decent. “
poor evelyn, she volunteered and had to deal with your beginner mistakes. the amount of times you fucked up even under astra’s guide and evelyn’s face looked as if a kid drew on her was insane. astra didn’t even bother to hold back her wheezing laughter and snap just rolled on the floor laughing too—leaving you and evelyn sitting in embarrassment.
“ mm, still don’t care! you and eve are my one and onlys after all~! “
you roll your eyes, resisting to smile ear to ear at her affectionate words. yet, the shy expression on your face says it all. of course, astra notices, her shiny pearl earrings jingles as she tilts her head towards your face, the corner of loving eyes crinkling,
“ aww, flustered? you’re so cute, darling! “ she croons, “ i just wanna kiss you silly—c’mon, gimme a kiss! “
“ astraa, no. we’re on crunch time. now, stand still and close your eyes, i have to do your eyeliner. “
the adorable look of disappointment dawns on her face and she does as instructed. she closes her pretty eyes and straightens her posture. you hold her chin with careful fingers and tilt her head at an angle for you to manage. holding the pen a certain way, you let out a thoughtful hum, scanning her facial features.
“ gonna do the left eye first, ‘kay? “
using your wrist, you apply the red liquid tip to close to the center of eye and applied the ink outwards, gliding it along her curled lashes in short strokes.
“ alllright. look at the mirror and see if i did it right. “
astra does with excitement.
“ yup! you did it perfectly! can i get a kiss now? “ she looks back at you with hopeful, sparkling eyes. you shake your head, holding her chin once again.
“ no baby, now i gotta do your other eye and we dip. snap is probably gonna come to get us if we take too long. “
“ just one kiss, just one kiss! pleaseee? “
“ no. remember last time you couldn’t hold still while i was trying to trim your bangs, you tried to kiss me and I ended up cutting half your bang, making it terribly uneven? “
“ that time was different! plus, my ‘uneven bang’ isn’t even that bad! i think it fits me! i’m asking for a kiss now instead of trying to do it during this time! “
“ except this time, we have to get your makeup done as quickly as possible so we can leave, astra. i know you want to kiss me but now isn’t the time. i also don’t want to smudge your lipstick. “ you sighed, trying your best to ignore the puppy eyes astra is currently giving you.
the singer argues back, “ but it’s a star product, the type of product that doesn’t smudge!—“
“ nope, close your eyes, astra. the longer you argue back the more late we are. “ you chimed firmly and she does so with a cute pout.
you did the same thing you’ve done earlier with her left eye with practiced ease. studying her closed lids, the liner looks perfect.
she puckers her lips out, eyes still closed.
“ fine. you better be right with the lipstick not smudging bit. “
you lean in to peck her lips. with lightning speed you didn’t know she had, her palms fly to the fat of your cheeks and she pulls you into a full blown kiss.
poor snap walts in right in time just to see the scene.”
“ ethu na naaaaa! (oh my goshhh, where’s the cameraboo?! oh i am the cameraboo!)“
her fox ears perk up at the sound of your voice. she stops her training, relaxing her sword stance to advert her undivided attention over to you walking across the engawa, holding a melon and a decently sized plate in your hands. she finds herself staring at the captivating smile on your lips as you make your way towards the training area. although her expression doesn’t necessarily change, her heart was swooning. mountains of motivation adds on to the endless motivation that she has to become stronger. everyday you remind of the reason why she needs to.
“ okay. allow me to cut the melon, my love. “
you nod your head happily and tossed the fruit in the air and held out your plate. in a flash, she jumps after the melon to cut it into perfect, triangular pieces in several quick, precise slashes, and lands on the gravel gracefully. not a moment later, the slices of melon drops perfectly onto the plate.
“ 10/10! as expected, you’d be the perfect fruit ninja!”
miyabi flicks her blade to the side, skillfully wiping off the juices from the special metal and sheathes it. she adjusts her kimono, tilting her head to the side with pique interest.
“ you know, that game where you slice fruit that’s tossed up in the air and you use your finger to cut them up on your phone. actually, it should be in the arcades now. “ you explained, beckoning her to follow you to sit down the wooden deck to eat the melon slices.
“ i see. that sounds helpful to my training. to obtain the perfect fruit ninja title, i simply have to cut down all of the fruits that are thrown? “
“ yup, that’s right! “ you hand miyabi a melon she gladly accepts. “ we can go there after this if you want. “
“ no, not today. i want stay in with you. we can go to the arcade after i skip my last meeting tomorrow.” miyabi replies blandly and bites into the slice. she releases a satisfied hum.
“ uhhh, let’s not skip your meeting? your meeting is more important than—“
“ it’s not. you’ll always be more important than a pointless meeting. you’re my priority. “
your eyes soften at the determined expression on her face as she casually finishes her melon and grabs another. you giggled, switching your gaze up at the cloudless, blue canvas. “ I don’t know if i should be flustered or worried. i’m going to be expecting a phone call from yanagi tomorrow about your disappearance. “
“ that’s fine. i can just tell her to take my place for me if she wishes. “
“ i’m definitely expecting a phone call. . “
“ caesar, you know you didn’t have to come all the way over to the city, “ you continue with a worried gaze, watching caesar lazily slip off her crop jacket and tossed it on the head of the lounge chair, “ lucy told me you’ve been busy with overlord duties today. i didn’t think you’d be at my doorstep. “
she then blinks at you with prized confusion, “ but lucy told me you’ve been itchin’ to see me so i came? don’t tell me she—“
caesar let out a sheepish laugh, rubbing the back of her head with an awkward smile. “ ahhh, that lucy! i shoulda known when all she said was that you just wanted to see me without telling me when! i thought today! “
“ baby, that’s probably when you should’ve called me for more detes. i guess she also thought you’d come anyways without checking with me first. she read you like a book. “ you chuckled, coming up to her for a warm hug. she accepts with enthusiasm, bringing you into her strong arms.
“ well, i’m pretty much an open book. got nothin’ to hide. you know me, h-hehe. “ your overlord laughs shyly, growing rather shy in the warmth of your embrace, enjoying your signature scent she missed so dearly. she’s content with where she is right now regarding her position and life in the outer ring. but, she feels like something is missing, a spot by her side that she wants to be filled. you’re from the city and she would hate to ask of you to come join her in the outer ring because of course, you have your own life here. the last thing caesar wants is for you to move with her into a new lifestyle you don’t enjoy.
the sons of calydon never stay in one place—they are always on the move. a city folk like yourself can probably have a difficult time getting adjusted to the outer ring hustle.
caesar wants you in the gang (well, with her and the gang, because in her eyes, you’re already a member) so she can see you often. before today, she hasn’t seen you in over two weeks because of so many things had to take of as overlord. caesar hated the phone calls, video chats, she wanted to see her one and only in person. if you were riding by her side in the outer ring, she would see you everyday, introduce you to soo many things; her culture and traditions.
she would show you her freedom.
“ i missed you, (name). . “ she half-laughs, voice starting to crack a little. “ you have noo idea. .”
you pull back a bit to see her teary eyed and cheeks flushed. caesar looked like a sad puppy. you gently glide a tender thumb under her right eye to brush a tear away. “ well now i do, you’re crying. c’mon let’s get you to the couch. “
guiding her to the couch by the hand, you sat down first and patted your lap.
“ u-um, on your lap? y-you sure? “ caesar sniffles.
“ i’m always, pretty. let me cradle you like a princess in one of those mangas you love to read. “ you joked with a knowing smile.
she wet laughs, appearing more embarrassed, “ i’m cryin’ and you still wanna tease me. pretty mean move by my precious one. “
caesar reluctantly sits on your lap, wrapping her stern arms around your neck, legs stretched across the cushions. your hand slide up and down her back tenderly, she buries her nose into the side of your neck. she’s feel weird being held like this, so vulnerable, yet so loved. is this what feels like to be at the mercy of the person you love?
“ how long you’re staying, caesar? “ you asked softly before pressing a sweet kiss to her temple.
“ pr-probably not for long. i hafta to oversee some meet-up with rival gangs later. “ caesar responds in a uncharacteristically small voice, slowly calming down to her normal self.
momentary silence settles in before she speaks up again.
“do you ever thought about riding with us in the outer ring? “ caesar inquires.
“ everyday. i’ll try to find a way to come over there a little more often. i hate that you ride such a long way for me. “ you muttered, idly playing with her pale green hair.
“ as long as i can see your face in person, I don’t mind how long i have to go. . .but i will admit that it’d be nice for you to be join us. the gang—i want you to be ridin’ the roads with us. “
“ it sounds like a fun experience but—“
“ i-i know, you probably can’t, “ she sputters, holding on to your neck a little tighter, “ it was just wishful thinkin’— “
“ caesar, hun, look at me. “
and she does tentatively, looking you in the eyes with a tearful gaze again. you plant a firm kiss on her lips and she wastes no time to reciprocate back. “ you didn’t let me finish. “ you whispered.
“ a-ah. m’sorry. .wh-what were y-you goin’ to say? “
“ i gotta try to see if i can take vacation for a month to see if your lifestyle is for me. if i like it well, i’ll join you and the gang. “
“ h-huh? really?! “ caesar’s face breaks into a toothy grin that stretches ear to ear.
“ yup! probably be in a month or two—woah! “
caesar cheers out of pure excitement, rubbing her cheek against yours. you two laugh wondrously, filling your home with laughter and hope for the upcoming future.
