✦ 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.
Where the honkai and genshin girls like kissing you most.
featuring ;; acheron, himeko, serval (hsr), beidou, eula, ningguang (genshin)
content ;; the girlies x gn!reader, kisses, fluff, affection, just smth short n sweet
requests + asks ;; open!
ACHERON — Your temple !!
To Acheron, a woman who operates through the world with a nonchalance to everything that brushes past her, your perspective is a breath of fresh air to her. Perhaps it’s for that reason that Acheron is most fond of situating her lips against your temple. She’s tall, and it’s perfectly within reach—just a gentle hand alongside your head and a small pull away. Either way, it doesn’t matter to Acheron; as long as she can both express her love for you and your mind, she’s perfectly settled within her preference. She’ll press her mouth against your temple like it’s sacred, lingering there as if she doesn’t want to let go—which she doesn’t, of course. She’ll hold you to her, and it’s impossible to miss the feeling of being utterly cherished by her in moments like these.
HIMEKO — Your lips !!
Himeko is a sucker for all things classic, and what’s more classic than a kiss on the lips? She can’t get enough of kissing you in the first place, and if she had to put it to thought, Himeko wouldn’t be able to think of a better place to do it. So much so that, sometimes, she’ll go out of her way to buy a lipstick that’ll leave a stain behind on your lips. It sets her alight, so can you blame her? Expect sweet pecks from Himeko between hushed greetings; a subtle air of intimacy hung around you before she properly captures your lips with hers. This woman cannot go without a morning kiss, nor without kissing you goodbye… cannot. It’s both a routine and a requirement with Himeko.
SERVAL — Your neck !!
You’re her muse, and if someone were to ask Serval about her favourite feature of yours, your neck would rank high up in the list—endless as it is. Serval loves the curve of your neck and adores dragging her lips along it even more so. If she’s really in a good mood, she’ll give it a nibble here and there, as 1. She’s obsessed and 2. She likes the way your shoulders jump and shiver whenever she does. Although Serval does love your lips to the moon and back, never expect your neck to escape her reach when she kisses you properly. They always end up dragging along your jaw and falling to your neck. She loves it. She can’t get herself away from it. Oh, and please return the favour of neck kisses—she needs them.
BEIDOU — Your cheeks !!
In Beidou’s eyes, you are the sweetest, most adorable thing to walk this earth. Sometimes, she can’t believe she’s yours and you’re hers. Most often, she’ll find her insides twisting into a sickening affection when your cheeks puff up either in a smile or whenever you’re eating. So, I’m sorry, but Beidou can’t help herself from placing a big, fat, wet smooch against your cheek whenever her heart screams too loud for her ears. To her, it’s the most perfect spot to kiss ever. She’ll grab and hold you tight to her as she lays a kiss right there—loud and obnoxious and by the dozen because, again, she can’t help herself to you.
EULA — Your hands !!
Anything elegant and chivalrous with a hint of romance is irresistible to Eula, so kissing your hands shouldn’t come as a surprise to you. Eula could write a dissertation as to how much she loves your hands, their grip, the length of your fingers, everything. She’ll kiss you between your fingers and gently over the pads of your fingertips, eyes filled with a quiet devotion to you and you alone. Oftentimes when the two of you are seated, cozied up to each other, she’s overcome with a feeling so soft that Eula can’t help but clasp your hand in hers and bring it to her mouth, just to press her lips against the back of it.
NINGGUANG — Your ears !!
The sensitivity of your ears is a personal favourite of Ningguang's. She finds it sufficiently amusing and adorable and thoroughly enjoys uttering all her heartfelt affection for you as she kisses them simultaneously. If she can see them warm to a reddened blush, it’s a much-added bonus. Otherwise, she’ll hover her lips against them long enough to feel them perk up lightly whenever you can’t help a giddy smile from stretching itself across your face. She’ll always do it from behind, too. Preferably, in the mirror, tucking your hair out of the way and gently prancing her lips along the shell of your ear, telling you how you’re her stars and moon. You can’t escape her watchful eye this way, and she loves it all the more.
currently thinking about women and their wonderful hands, who help you with your disgustingly violent cramps.
cw. literally written in ten minutes, just a silly period comfort post bc i need it rn, author is extremely dramatic but also this is how she really feels about periods, blood and vomiting mentioned briefly!
they’ll press down on your lower stomach, gently massaging the tension out of your body, and press a little bit harder when the cramps decide to fight back. either spooning or laying down together, they’re doing their absolute best to help you because they absolutely hate seeing you in pain— either they’re complete yappers who ramble on and on about the strangest things to distract you, or they just sit quietly with you, a soothing and comforting presence, there with you every step of the way as your insides literally shred themselves.
and they’re holding your hair back when the nausea hits, sitting with you even when you’ve accepted that your new home is the bathroom and they should leave you to live their lives freely. they’re not going anywhere, obviously, and the only time they do leave your side is to get your more tampons/pads or make you something small your stomach can handle before you can pop a pill (prescribed, because that midol shit doesn’t FUCKING work!).
they even take your mouthing off with a grain of salt— they know how it feels to be irrationally irritated at everything always, to have everyone asking you dumbass questions while you’re literally bleeding out of your vagina, possibly even bleeding out entirely, so they don’t take your attitude to heart. they know your needs, and wordlessly meet them because they know you’re in pain, and besides— not only will you kiss them breathless when you’re finally free, but you’ll return the favor when they’re on their period too!
and here’s some lil bonus headcanons <3
the chatty kathys who don’t shut their mouths and say literally whatever is on their mind just to see you smile, giggle or just to distract you from your cramps; even just reading, or singing or humming is enough for them, as long as they’re what you’re focusing on:
the ones who sit with you in the quiet, focused on keeping their hands going in a soothing rhythm beneath your navel; they don’t have to say anything, their presence is more than enough, and that alone makes you feel the tiniest bit better:
girls who have cold hands: they’re your personal water bottle right out of the freezer; a delicious contrast to the uncomfortable heat of your skin and a temporary ail to the attempted massacre happening in your uterus:
rosaria, jean, beidou, yelan, shenhe, kujou sara, navia, candace, chasca, mualani, xilonen, hu tao, escoffier (genshin); acheron, jingliu, yukong, hanya, ruan mei, the herta, serval, seele, natasha, cipher, aglaea, feixiao, march 7th, fu xuan (hsr); jane doe, grace, zhu yuan, caesar (zzz); iuno, carlotta, cantarella, ciaccona, sanhua, baizhi, yangyang, jianxin, zhezhi, f!rover, camellya, phrolova (wuwa); f!chief, zoya, bai yi, angell, shalom, du ruo, langley, rahu, lysandra, cinnabar, oak casket, cassia, hamel, jelena, nightingale, tetra, nox, kelvin, shawn, corso, anne, serpent, zero, adela, yingying, stargazer, l.l, cabernet, coquelic, augustus, ceto, macchiato, labyrinth, yugu, vautour bleu, dreya, mantis, rise, eleven, deren (ptn)
girls who have warm hands: they’re your heating pad <3 sometimes, you need to fight fire with fire, and their criminally warm hands are just the thing you need to calm the cramps down, pressing on your stomach with a heat that surprisingly soothes:
🪼characters: ruan mei , hysilens , cyrene , serval
🪼F!reader , but u can do any pov <3
🪼Made another one but for HSR this time <33
🪼link for the genshin ver! ⤵︎something to listen to while reading ♡
RUAN MEI ⋆˚࿔
The feeling of infatuation was odd for her , but it was something worth researching on , she thinks. Ruan Mei wonders why she feels soft when she's with you. Like she can take a nap with no worries of betrayal.
Though she probably wouldn't see it as romantic and rather something to be curious of and analyzing. Is her heart racing more than yesterday? Is she feeling warmer with you? Is she staring longer than she needs to? Everyday , it changes. Youre kind of her guinea pig at this point.
The chances of being together as a couple is low , BUT NEVER ZERO 🙏
HYSILENS⋆˚࿔
Hysilens swore this was just a small crush , but she couldn't help it. Her feelings dropped deeper and deeper each day with you. The prolonged gaze goes unnoticed by you , the small act of service remained platonic in your head.
She would try to tease you a little more just to get a reaction from you. Hysilens would always be there when you want her to , making her attached.
The way you show your love is a bit different. You'd listen to her very well , even if she explains her likes and dislikes in a vague way , you keep it in your head!
But hey , its all just "platonic" , right?
CYRENE⋆˚࿔
Cyrene really hopes to the sky that one day , you'll be hers and she'll be yours. Her admiration for you has probably gone by for years now , she's not planning on backing down.
Though it may seem like she's treating you like she does with everyone else , with the same kindness , politeness , sharing laughters. There was definitely something different.
Its very subtle but its there! She'd brush her hand over yours , hoping you'd take it. She would try and get a little closer , close enough that the tip of your noses touches!
You think that you are way out of Cyrene's league and that's whats stopping you from making a move. It was way too risky!
Meanwhile , Cyrene has already been trying to state out the obvious but she couldn't be super straightforward. Maybe one day her frustrations would boil over and finally blurt her feelings out!
SERVAL⋆˚࿔
Insists on you coming to musical fests. She wants you to hear her sing and play her guitar , She wants to see you in the sea of crowds. Glowing and smiling.
Serval does have multiple playlists of songs that reminds her of you! Including some of your favorites <3
Gepard definitely knows about you! Serval won't stop yapping about how beautiful you are , inside and out.
+ Every song IS about you 🙏🙏🙏
🪼IM SO SORRY BC ITS NOT MUCH </3 But thank u for reading my very short ficz 😓 I'll do a part two if I can!! Loveywal!
𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 hsr fem! characters x fem!reader
a sneak peak of what its like dating your favorite hsr character.
includes: himeko, serval, seele, stelle, bronya, march 7th, ruan mei, herta, robin
tags: tooth-aching fluff, smut on robin's part
himeko
being in a relationship with himeko means being in a relationship with coffee. her caffeine addiction would lead to both of you going on coffee dates. although she would never force you to like coffee if you don’t prefer it. these ‘coffee dates’ just consists of her drinking her exquisite blend while you sip the beverage of your preference, whether it be tea or juice or even alcohol. the important part is that you both enjoy a relaxing time together.
as your relationship grow, these ‘coffee dates’ evolved into a ritual to go to cafes or bars to every planet you go to. there’s always a glimmer in her golden eyes that makes you wonder if she came to this planet to taste test rather than exploring it. himeko tries to hide it but she always looks like a little kid given a new toy every time her taste buds come across something new and himeko would never stop until she tasted all the coffee beans and coffee blends the planet has to offer, not forgetting to buy a bulk to stock in the express.
“darling, how about this? roasted beef and curry frappe. maybe this tickles your fancy?” himeko reads the obnoxious name aloud as she hand you the cup graciously. just the name makes you want to shake your head in refusal but himeko’s sweet smile brainwashes you into nodding your head.
you take a sip from the cup and it took you your everything to school your features. there’s a bubbling at the pit of your stomach and you have an inkling that its not the usual butterflies himeko gives you. “it’s amazing, love. i’m sure the others would want a cup.” you say imagining the others' reaction.
serval
serval would prefer dates that are a bit more hands-on. she would take a page from lynx’s book and take you out on a camping date to watch the aurora. it's been long since she went camping but the knowledge from when she was serving in the army still remains in her.
but instead of preparing the camping materials beforehand, she’d be the type to just go with the flow. she’d bring a few essentials and the rest will be decided along you go and with serval’s quick thinking. the camping goes smoothly for the most part aside from some hiccups like monsters and serval burning the food.
she’d bring her guitar along too, of course. she’d play for you with the aurora as witness and the hearth of the camp fire embracing the both of you with warmth.
“the view looks amazing here, serval. thank you for taking me here,” you look up at the countless streaks of emerald painting the sky. “yes, it’s breathtaking,” serval mutters in reply and you turn towards her to see her blue eyes already on you. she smiles at you before standing up and going inside the tent, leaving you confused. she comes back with her guitar.
“i know this is cheesy but i thought it wouldn’t hurt being romantic from time to time,” she plops downs and gives the acoustic a few strums. “i dedicate this song to you, my love.”
bronya
as the supreme guardian, she is always swamped with work thus there are only a few times when she goes outside. this also means that dates between the two of you are rare if you don’t count eating meals with her.
she can’t really take you on movies like normal couples because it would take the whole facility to be rented out and bronya’s nice enough to think about the other civilians whose plans might be ruined because of her personal endeavors. the times that she is able to go outside, she takes you for a walk in the gardens. you both walk down the flower path, talking about anything and everything. both of your hands are intertwined as the both of you admired all the kinds of plants that managed to withstand belobogs harsh climates.
at the end of the path awaits a picnic she readied herself, she insists that she should be the one to prepare without any help from the servants to add her personal touch. the act of preparing sandwiches and picking the right blanket has special value to bronya since she can’t be there for you to do acts of service most of the time.
after your appetite is satiated, both of you lay down to admire the sky. bronya falls asleep besides you peacefully, even sleep is a luxury the supreme guardian can’t afford nowadays so you’re glad to see her rest. you press a kiss to her forehead as bronya forgets the worries of the planet and the responsibilities of a huge title.
“peanut butter and jelly, check. grilled cheese, check. orange juice, check. apple juice, check.” bronya mutters as she goes through the menu she prepared for the third time. it’s not as grandiose as one would think when dating the supreme guardian but she prepared a little bit of each, to say the least, to make up for the simplicity.
she heard footsteps from behind and saw you approaching. she wipes her sweaty hands on her skirt, your relationship has been going on for quite a while but still you never fail to make her nervous. “sorry. i hope i didn’t make miss supreme guardian wait for too long,” you smile at her and bronya’s heart soars. “you’re just in time,” she pats the spot beside her. you sit beside her not before raising your eyebrows at the plethora of food baskets laid in front of you.
“bronya, you didn’t have to prepare all of this,” you were touched to find the amount of effort your girlfriend put. “this is the least i could do. i’ve been neglecting my duties to you, allow me to make up for it,” she takes your hands and kiss the back of it, a gesture she couldn’t do in public.
stelle
the perfect bonding time for stelle is rummaging through trash cans together but since not everyone can appreciate the art of opening trash cans she’s fine with something similar. that’s how most of your dates are: going to junk shops or thrift stores. she like going over all the trinkets even if the item doesn’t have any particular use or is unable to operate anymore. she’s more interested in the history: how it was made and how it ended up there.
i feel like she’s also interested with unopened safes or treasure boxes and she’d buy them just so you can both guess what’s inside and opening them together. think of blind boxes they sell online. then you’ll make up wild stories of the items.
she’s probably friends with the owners and the staff. everytime both of you go somewhere new you’d both make it a point to go to the local junk shop. it helps both of you to learn about the lifestyle and culture of the planet.
you probably have a pile of random things that stelle found in your room. most of the time they remind her of you something like “this toothbrush made me think of that one time you washed the sink” or somthing. the item doesn’t really correlate with the memory but its more than enough to prove her unconditional love for you
you hear a knock on your door and you open it to find your girlfriend beaming at you while holding up two trash bags. “look what i got, babe!” she smiles at you proudly. “that’s great, stelle! i’ll go prepare a bath,” you say as you automatically head towards the bathroom, you were used to this. “nuhuh, where do you think you’re going?” stelle drops the reeking trash on your bedroom floor and snakes her hands around your waist to pull you close to her.“
we’re not going anywhere until i get my kiss,” she blinks her eyes at you like a cute puppy and you sigh before grabbing her sides of her face for a passionate kiss. she hums against your lips as the weight of her body crushes you. you both pull away breathless only for her to pout at you like a kicked puppy, “one more."
seele
seele may not admit it but she likes hanging out with kids. she says they annoy her and the only reason she’s with them is because she doesn’t want them causing headaches to natasha, who already has a lot on her plate. sometimes she says there is nothing to do anymore ever since the underworld and the overworld has been bridged and most of her former work is being handled by the silvermane forces.
but you know better, you never miss her little scowl every time she doesn’t find where the kids are hiding or hear her small grumbles when they ask her to go around town to find scraps for their play house. but you also don’t miss how she looks at them with the fondest eyes paired with softest smiles.
and if there is one thing she loves as much as she loves playing kids that would be seeing you play with them. you see it evident every time you catch her eyes while you lift the kids up in the air or pat them in the head or let them ride you back. and seeing you and the kids smile reminds her of why she joined wildfire in the first place, to protect these priceless smiles. she looks at the scene and suddenly she’s thinking about ways on how she can ask if you wanted to build a family with her. a family she could give the love she had that she wasn’t privileged to when she was growing up.
seele’s hands trace the back of your palm as you both lay in bed. you recognize it as the behavior she does when she wants to tell you something but couldn’t. so you switch from your position of laying flat on your back to face her fully to let her know your attention is on hers fully. she heaves a sigh, squirm and squeeze your hand in a series of fast motion and before you can react she’d already open her mouth.
“someday, it doesn't have to be right now, . it doesn't have to be anytime even, if you don't want to," seele starts and her eyes fly around the room. you rest your hand on her cheek and caress it.
another sigh escapes her. "someday, would you like to have a family with me?” seele asks and there’s hopeful tone in her voice that makes you swoon. “if that’s what you want, yes,” seele replies almost instantly. “no, i’m asking you.” and you response without missing a beat as well. “yes, i'd love to have kids with you, seele.” you say as you stroke her features and seele feels her eyes become wet at your words.
march 7th
it goes without saying that march likes taking pictures. and her favorite subject is you. there is a whole album of you in her phone that contains so much pictures she needed to buy several memory cards. she likes taking pictures in bursts so there are a lot of similar photos but she never deletes them even if the difference is a centimeter change in angles, she argues that each photo is precious.
she picks out the ones she likes best to print out and put in her scrapbook album. she spends hours on picking the right one and there are countless times where she has to resist the strong urge to just print everything. she writes the date of when it was taken and some notes (more like whole paragraphs expressing her love) to commemorate what you did that day. she decorates them with things that reminds her of that day. for example, she would take a picture of you with a flower crown and the page is decorated with the petals from the same flower. below that is a little message of what the flower meant and how it suited you.
when she is finished she gifts them to you on your anniversaries. and when you’re away or she has to go on expeditions, she definitely brings it with her to browse through when she misses you.
march delicately flips through the pages, caressing the photos, the colorful letters and the little stickers she vividly remembers putting there. “i can’t wait to see you again,” you can hear the pout in her voice through the phone. “give me lots of kisses when i come back?” she hates being away with you but the photo books make it a little more bearable.
“of course, as many as you want,” you say on the other side as you look through your own copy of photo book. a pile of them from when march gifted then to you on your anniversaries or when she felt like it. “or maybe you’d prefer something more than that?” you add suggestively. march turns bright pink and looks at a particular black leather bound photo book.
ruan mei
ruan mei can get a little occupied with her research to the point that she ignores her well-being and sometimes you just have to remind her that she hasn’t ascended to aeonhood yet and her body is still human with human needs and human boundaries.
she is not used to having other people care for her so the concept of it is relatively new. she was definitely surprised when you come to her lab with some snacks or some tea. and the thing with her is that, at first, she thought it was hindering her progress. maybe it’ll take a fight for her to actually realize she’s taking it for granted and apologize with feeding you with sweet treats, made by her of course. on the other hand, you learn to differentiate the time where you should step in or not over time.
however, ruan mei would grow too accustomed to your presence in her lab and would actually starting want you there more and more. before she can even realize, she’s putting more hours in her studies just so she can see you barging in with your cute frown, becoming slowly addicted to the warmth she feels every time she receives your care.
“i’m just gonna leave it here,” you say as you gently place the tray of cheesecake and orange juice on the unused table. “take a five, babe. the cheesecake wouldn’t be as delicious if you leave it for too long,” you give her a peck on her forehead and the scientist leans to your touch a little more so she can feel your lips better while her eyes scan through papers.
you turn to head towards the door and take your leave but a cold hand catches your wrist before you could move further away from her. “stay,” her tone was more commanding than pleading and her eyes are still trained on the words in front of her. but you knew she wasn’t reading it anymore. her hand goes to the nearest chair to pull it beside her but her hands paused suddenly. her palms hovers in the air for a second before she retracts it and pats her lap. you raise your eyebrows in amusement but indulge her nevertheless. after all, who were you to refuse.
herta
even in your relationship, the great herta is a bit too prideful for her own good. that’s why she relies on her puppets to convey her emotions to you but even her puppets are emotionally constipated so there's not much of a difference. but it's herta so she still makes it work in her favor anyway. after all, she can just tell you its a ‘malfunction’. she makes them do her bidding such as keeping you company under the guise of ‘babysitting’ you or gifting you new technology that makes your life a tad bit easier which she likes to call ‘letting you test a prototype’ or giving you ‘leftovers’ that looks a little too fresh to be called one.
we’re talking about herta here so naturally she’s the first one to grow tired of the own arrangement she made. eventually, she feels her chest getting a little tighter every time she watches her puppets do acts of service for you doing you favors. she actually asks nous about the feeling and how to get rid of it. the aeon just laughs at her, saying ‘maybe you found your new research topic’. and the poor scientist just blinks at the higher being.
she’s a bit lost on how to overcome the feeling so she just pops up randomly throughout the day and stare at you because she doesn’t know what to do.
“she should go to the basement to find out what’s going on,” the puppet beside you comment as you both watch the horror movie playing on the large screen in front of you. you still don’t know how you roped her into this but here you were.
“what? no, that’s the worst thing you can do. that’s like the big no no in horror movies,” you argue as you look beside you to find that the small woman beside you is not a puppet anymore but rather the herta herself. you move back in surprise after a double take, “what are you doing here?” herta moves an inch closer. “it was my turn to babysit you,” the woman shrugs nonchalantly as her hand reaches for the popcorn on your lap.
robin
it’s only natural that the renowned singer dedicates songs to you and she does, there are countless songs and several albums singing her love for you. robin insists that no melody can truly convey how she feels for you but its the closest way of expression. she never release them for obvious reasons but there are some that are vaguely coded enough for the fans not to speculate that she releases. and her heart is full every time she sings her never ending emotions for you for the whole universe to hear.
but it doesn’t end there. no, robin is too much of a lowkey freak to keep things sfw. she has tracks, albums that recounts your nightly adventures with her. too explicit that anyone listening would probably have a heart attack hearing the sweet robin sing such filthy lyrics. she makes you listen to it in front her and she never tells you which kind of song it is because she enjoy seeing your face turn a shade of darker red with each beat.
oh and you best bet she incorporate your sounds as well, blending your moans and hers with the sound of vibrator over a slow, sultry beat mixed with her breathy voice that is a drastic change from her usual sweet, honey one.
“darling, you promised me you’d help me record a new song,” robin muses as she puts her hand over her mouth to giggle while her other hand curls inside you enough to hit that spongy spot. she reaches for the mic beside you and hovers above you. you watch her as she gives it a dirty lick and a kiss before putting the mic closer to your lips so your moans are transmitted to the speakers surrounding the studio room.
your amplified sounds echoed throughout the room and it drowns the sounds of your pussy squelching over robin’s fingers. “if you can last through two songs, i’ll give you a treat,” she sings in your ear.
Language Barrier - feat. March 7th, Dan Heng, Gepard, Serval, Bronya, Herta, Silver Wolf, and Topaz (+ Numby)
Congrats! You've successfully isekaied yourself into the world of HSR and are now able to meet your faves—wait...
Okay, so they can't understand you, nor can you them. But that's alright! Here's how each of these sweethearts would go about communicating with you and, more specifically, how they'd approach learning your native language.
- March 7th -
This chick is a hardcore Duolingo user (or whatever the heck their world's version of it is), straight up. Textbooks are just soooo boring!! How is she even supposed to read all that tiny print anyway? If she tried reading all of that, she'd totally end up becoming a four-eyes just like Dan Heng! That's what she claims, but if he retorts that phones are just as bad for her vision, she just covers her ears and starts loudly going "Nuh uh!!!" until he gives up and leaves.
There is, however, one key factor that actually makes her become fluent(ish) surprisingly fast—in comparison to her research efforts, at least. March is such a severe yapper that she will NOT stop talking to and with you just because of the language barrier. Her hands-on approach to adapting to the situation is incredibly effective at getting real-world practice and, as such, has similarly desirable results. Of course, she doesn't realize any of this. She literally just wants to talk to you so bad that she's more than happy to brute force it.
- Dan Heng -
Speaking of this nerd, as indicated above, he's hardcore on the research side of things. Even on normal days, he's constantly hermiting with the data bank, but now that you're here? Holy mother of Aeons does he get almost zero time socializing.
Now, on the surface, this should be wonderful for his learning efforts. After all, he's spending so much time assimilating both your native tongue and its surrounding culture that surely he'll get it down the fastest, right? Wrong. While he's frantically typing and trying to figure out what the difference between there, their, and they're is, March is busy yapping away with you and actually having real-time conversations with you. The end result is... yeah, he winds up actually stumbling on his words far more than her, and it drives him up a wall. Even worse for him, March notices and constantly rubs it in his face. That's what you get for being a shut-in, I guess.
- Gepard -
Cries.
Ohhhhh this poor man would try so, so hard. And he would be so, so bad at it. Even when you sit him down and actively try to help him out by pointing and saying various objects' names, there's just something about it that does not click. Like, for some reason, his tongue just won't move the way that he wants it to??? It's so painfully embarrassing for him that he ends up getting extra nervous the next time you practice, making it even worse. At least his stuttering and flushed face are cute enough to make up for it.
There is one situation in which you can end up—even if unintentionally—pushing him way out of his comfort zone for your own sake, and that's if you're prone to nightmares. True, he can't string together a single proper sentence for his life, but he can hum. Not well, but he can do it. So on especially difficult nights where you find yourself wide-eyed and full of unwarranted adrenaline, he's more than willing to try to hum one of those songs of yours you like singing from back home. It's especially endearing if you don't do so often, which shows just how much care he's taken in listening the few times you do. In simple terms, WHAT A GENTLEMAN UGH!!!!
- Serval -
Prepare to have love songs written about you that you can't even understand a single word of. It's fine though, in her opinion. Words may not be universal, but music sure as hell is! So she's more than happy to use her musical prowess as her primary method of conveying her deepest feelings for you.
Another form of indirect communication that she's fond of is gift-giving. Whether it's some goodies from a local shop or something she handcrafted herself, she thrives off of seeing the way your face lights up each time she shoves a new knick-knack into your palms. Hell, she might even find you an instrument of your own, so long as it's something either you've indicated interest in or is newbie-friendly. You know, since she can't exactly sit down with you and teach you complicated stuff like she'd want to for instruments with a higher skill barrier. This ultimately winds up being her preferred way of hearing your own thoughts and deeper emotions. Music is her salvation, her chance to truly connect with others and bare her heart and soul freely. You deserve that chance just as much.
- Bronya -
Bronya, unfortunately, lacks the same amount of free time as many others on this list, which has a major impact on her ability to take time out of her day for learning your language. However, that in no way means that she won't put in the time necessary. On the contrary, her life experience has taught her well in how to both efficiently study and master new topics, leading her to manage to get an awful lot of knowledge under her belt in almost no time at all.
Unlike Gepard, she's very much capable of adapting to your native tongue and its unique mouth movements, courtesy of her public speaking skills. However... what she likes much more than talking in it is hearing it from your own lips. It's a bit embarrassing, but sometimes she even forgets to try to understand what you're actually saying due to how soothing the melody of your voice is on her tired ears. Oh well, she can just politely hum to get you to repeat it again, so it's a happy mistake.
- Herta -
You better thank your lucky stars that she finds you interesting enough to keep around. Of course, individuals from other planets are a dime a dozen, but from another universe? ...Well, actually, that's not too horribly impressive either, since you're not the first person she's met that falls into that category. So why does she willingly take the time to learn both about you and your language? Don't ask such trivial questions. (She just doesn't want to admit she's doing all this cause you're cute.)
She's 100% going to be the best out of everyone here at understanding and dissecting your language with just her own intelligence to guide her forward. She is the Madam Herta, after all. You'd do good to remember that.
On another note, she will absolutely make an auto-translator app for you. And, of course, she's going to immediately use it to start boasting to you about how great she is and how simple this task was for her. Ignore the suspiciously dark bags under her eyes...
- Silver Wolf -
Gamer brain takes over so bad. This sooo reminds her of that one indie horror game she picked up a while back where she had to decipher the language of these monsters and... Don't look at her like that, Kafka. At least she's willing to actually try and pick up a few key words and phrases of yours.
Also thanks to her gaming addiction, she's surprisingly good at handling the difficulties of attempting to communicate with someone without any translators or textbooks to help her. If you can't beat a level, you just gotta get good, y'know? As long as she puts it like that, her dedication will never waver. This mindset also spills over into the actual methods in question that she uses to "get good". She's such a nerd about it that she'll make a whole points system based on how well she did talking to you that day and constantly shoot for a new high score.
- Topaz -
Topaz is legit so good to have around in this scenario. She's already so accustomed to learning new languages anyway, so what's the problem with adding one more? Sure, this'll be harder than her typical manner of educating herself, seeing how she has no lessons she can enroll in, but hey... Now that she's listening closer, your language sounds awfully similar to this other one. Perhaps she can learn about their grammar rules and such and see how much of it overlaps with your own? In summary, she's the perfect blend of being both kindhearted and capable of handling your situation in a productive manner.
If you're overwhelmed and distraught when you two first cross paths, don't worry. She's got just the most adorable little guy right here and ready to cheer you up by jumping into your lap and snuggling against you. Once you've calmed down enough, that's when she'll get to business.
☪Valentines special with hsr characters!
☪Includes: Jing yuan, Dan heng, Sunday, Aventurine, Boothill, Blade+ Three special guests!
☪Know I said probably top 3 from the vote but had ideas for more. ☪Warnings: Mostly just fluff/ romance, Non gendered/ specified, lowkey just kinda cute. Established relationships in most. You get given gifts/ flowers, I just like flowers :(
☪Kinda late post, ended up being busy yesterday when I planned to post!
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╰┈➤-`♡´- Jing yuan
A smaller hand wrapped around your fingers as the young teenager dragged you through the Xianzhou Lufou, not being able to stop yourself from chuckling at the boys antics. Leaves and twigs had gotten snagged in his blond hair, but he paid it no mind as he dragged you somewhere. His "super important secret mission" as he had told you when you inquired about what he was doing.
As you ran up a final hill you entered a garden, flowering bushes neatly pruned with much care. In the distance a familiar figure caught your attention, back turned to you but identifiable by the fluffy white hair and signature red ribbon sectioning it. Yanqing made a bee line for the man, pulling you along by the firm grasp that remained on your hand. As soon as you both stepped within earshot, the teen started calling out to the much older man.
"Ah general! I got them!"
The boy released your hand as he walked back along your trail after getting an appreciative nod from the man, leaving the both of you alone in a momentary, comforting silence. You moved towards Jing yuan, watching him turn as he held a bouquet of chrysanthemums outstretched towards you, pushing the tied stems into your raised hands.
Shades of red, pink and orange gleamed in your eyes as you admired the flowers, holding them close to your chest. Jing yuan watched in amusement at your actions, stepping to your side and offering his arm. Your arm snaked around his bicep, hand firmly setting on the muscle.
"Happy valentines, Shall we go darling? I've already made some plans for this evening."
You couldn't resist his charming smile as you moved into step with him, walking under the golden hues of the sunset. You could hear his boots click against the stone path you both occupied, making the atmosphere feel more genuine over a the dreamish feel it held. It was simply.. breath-taking.
You stopped outside a restaurant, the building simple but held a sentimental reminder to you both. The pale blue walls were unmistakeable, the old wallpaper peeling at the corner. It was where you had your first date all those years ago, Jing yuan having panicked and bought you to the worn out restaurant that was close to your house, yet you loved every moment of it. After all, he tried and that's all that mattered.
Your palm slowly ran down his arm, taking it upon yourself to instead intertwine your fingers with his, feeling the cold metal of his wedding ring against the warm flesh of your hand. It served as a constant reminder that he was yours, that he truly loved you more than what words could convey.
And you loved him too.
╰┈➤୨♡୧ Dan heng
The dark haired man stood in front of the closed door deep in thought, hands tightly clenching the poor flowers that sat at his mercy. He was kind of new to the whole romance idea, but with the encouragement of his pinkette friend he went along with her ideas. The longer he stood in the dimly lit hallway the further his mind spiraled.
Did you even like flowers? What if you didn't accept them?
Dan heng let out an displeased sigh, wiping his clammy hand against his pants before knocking against your door. He could hear soft thuds through the thick wood, a yelp following a particularly loud one as your footsteps vibrated slightly through the floor. The pulled the door open, meeting deep cerulean eyes that seemed to be reading your every move. You blinked a few times at the man before you, rubbing your eyes yet he didn't leave your vision.
Well you both got along, you weren't the closest two on the express, yet here he stood before you clutching a handful of flowers like it was the only thing grounding him. You could hear him clear his throat as he diverted his gaze from your own, opting to look over your shoulder instead. His words came out unsteady as he offered the white bundle towards you.
"uhm, happy valentines. March told me to give you flowers cause I like... you?"
You watched the usually composed man internally panic, statement forming into a question as it neared the end. It made him sound unsure, but he was confident with how he felt. Yet he struggled to voice it with the same sentiment.
Dan heng Watched as his words finally clicked in your mind, a small smile reaching the genuine look of admiration behind your eyes. You hugged the mess of stems against you as you thanked him over and over, head lowering momentarily.
He couldn't stop the surprised sound that slipped from his throat as you pecked him on the cheek, turning quickly to retreat to your mostly dark room, lit up by only a simple lantern. You returned moments later, flowers now replaced with a small dragon plush. He watched as you forced the stuffed toy towards him, gently grabbing it from your hold as you dropped your arms to your sides.
"I got it for you, it reminded me of you a lot. It's really cute."
Dan heng Looked at the plushie owlishly, meeting it's beady eyes that matched the colour of his own. His hand came to ruffle your hair, ushering you back into your bedroom as it was still significantly earlier than you would normally be up.
"Thank you for it, I'll be sure to keep it safe."
And he meant every word of it, considering it wat you who gifted him.
╰┈➤˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ Sunday
You sat on the large bed that centered the room, waiting for the winged man to return. You watched in silence as the sun began to set past the half closed blinds, hand tightening around the small object in your grasp. You did a onceover of your gift you had picked out, worried about it not being enough despite the thought that went into the personalisation.
You flinched at hearing the hard wood door creak open, watching as the halovian stepped into the room, pushing it closed behind him. You were click to close your hand around the golden object, standing to greet him. Sunday met your eyes as he gave you a loving smile, arms wrapping around your waist as you returned his embrace. He placed a gentle kiss on your forehead before releasing you, stepping back.
You watched as he dug through the pocket of his coat, pulling out a small object. His fist wrapped around it before he hovered it over your unoccupied and opened palm, dropping the reflective object into your grasp.
"Happy valentines day angel. It isn't much but it reminded me of you, there's a photo of us I placed in there with room for another."
The locket in your hand was soothing against your heated skin, being able to see small engravings of something akin to flowers in the metallic casing. You stared at the object in awe before remembering what you held wrapped in your fist, quickly bursting into laughter in front of your lover.
He panicked at your sudden outburst, raising his arms and stuttering out words you couldn't comprehend. Your lowered arm moved in front of him, opening your hand to reveal the golden locket you had picked out for him. Sunday looked shocked at the gift you offered to him, a small pair of wings adorning the object. He opened the small clasp, looking at the two photos that fit perfectly within the frames.
"I know you miss her still, so I made sure to add her in it too. Just so she's always with you."
Your words hit him hard, looking between the photo of you both and the one of his adored younger sister. The months since his departure felt like years, being separated from her for the first time in their life, this time forever.
Sunday wrapped his arms around you again, this time pulling you tight against his chest as his head met your shoulder. Your free hand moved to his nape, running your hand up through his grey hair. You could hear him gently mumble his gratitude against your skin.
He carefully pulled away from you, hands still on your waist as his lips met your own. He considered himself lucky that you stood by his side, past all his wrong doings as he found himself on his personalised path to redemption. You cared for him like no other, loving him like he was the most precious thing to you.
And to him, you were worth being labelled his most precious possession.
╰┈➤ ♠︎♦️♠︎ Aventurine
You sat on your shared bed, blankets messy from your sleep. The orange hues from the sunrise shone through the glass behind you, the warmth radiating through the room. You found yourself looking around the room in a state of confusion, being amplified by the drowsiness that still remained clouding your mind.
Where is he?
Your bedroom door was pushed open before you could ponder further, Aventurine stepping into the room with a tray balanced on his bare hand, usual black gloves discarded on his bedside cabinet. His top remained half unbuttoned from last night, letting the silky material drape off his shoulder instead of fixing it.
He carefully placed the tray on your lap, shuffling under the covers beside you, arm moving to wrap around your back and settle on your waist. A mixed array of different foods sat neatly arranged, some shaped into hearts with a small cup of juice placed on the far corner.
"Didn't know what you wanted so made you a bit of everything, Happy valentines love."
He watched you silently as you ate, fingers rubbing circles into your hip as he leaned into you. You looked at him in slight confusion, simply observing as you ate instead of getting himself food like you expected. Instead he served you your breakfast in bed and just waited patiently for you to finish.
Aventurine ran his fingers through his sandy-blond hair, turning to you at the feeling of your gaze on the side of his head. He opened his mouth to say something, but was quickly interrupted as you shoved the pancake on the end of your fork into his mouth, syrup spilling on his parted lips.
Your face moved towards his as he slowly chewed on the fluffy sweet treat in his mouth, cocking a brow as his magenta-cyan eyes met yours. He felt your tongue glide over his lower lip, cleaning off the sticky substance before resuming your meal. He blinked a few times as he processed the loss of feeling, chuckling as he gently pressed his lips against the side of your head, breathing in the scent of your hair.
"Don't be too long baby, I have something I want to do with you later."
He watched as you happily nodded, imagining the way your legs would kick back and forwards if you were sat on a chair. You began to lean into his side, head resting on his chest as he ran his hands up and down your side.
He took pride in his wealth, yet he'd give it all up to spend the rest of his life with you.
╰┈➤• ➵ ✩ Boothill
Cold metalic hands rested on your face, covering your eyes as you followed the raspy voice that guided your steps. You could feel your feet leave the familiar steel of the ship, stepping onto softer ground as you kept moving forward. A sweet aroma reached your nose, causing confusion to spark.
Just where was he leading you?
You suddenly were forced to stop as the cyborg behind you halted in his movements, counting to 3 before lifting his hands from your face. After your eyes focused to the bright light of the area, you gazed over the field of iridescent flowers, all shades of the rainbow clashing in something so beautiful yet chaotic. You let out a shocked sound akin to a gasp, crouching to feel the soft petal of a flower between your fingertips.
Boothill grinned behind you, sharp teeth almost radiating light as they reflecting the rays from the sun. He pulled his hat off his head, instead placing it on yours as you rose to your feet again.
"Found it when chasin' one of 'em muddlefudgers, thought ya might like it sweetheart."
He took a step back from you, turning as he pulled his phone from his pocket. You watched as he aggressively whispered into the device, trying to get something through the voice recording. You waited patiently for the cowboy to finish messing with the device, watching him struggle and release a string of censored curses.
After a few moments a gentle melody started playing, a familiar song of the piano you both adored. He turned up the volume enough to be heard when the phone was returned to it's place. Boothill offered his hand, pulling you to sway with him when you grasped it, his other hand dropping to your waist. Your hand moved to his shoulder, stepping in time with him as you both moved in harmony.
You followed the familiar steps, careful to avoid stepping on the flowers that bloomed around the field. His hand raised higher above your head, spinning you around before catching you by the waist when you fell back. He straightened you up, hand moving to pull his hat back as he placed a tender kiss against your lips.
You couldn't help but be reminded of your wedding, a small but heart felt celebration being held on your home planet. Even if the memories of the night were tarnished, the both of you still held onto the dance from that night, treating it as your own little tradition.
No matter how many years were to pass, he would still choose to do it every anniversary.
╰┈➤♱✮♱ Blade
You sat on the couch in the corner of Kafka's room, watching as looked over another article of clothing. You sat in a mess of an outfit, half formal and half casual as she decided on the rest of what you should wear. You were unsure why, but all you knew was this was gonna be the death of you.
A bundle of clothing hit your face as she pushed you into her bathroom, telling you to put on what she had chosen out. You had to admit it was nice, yet you still remained oblivious to the true intentions behind her dolling you up.
When you re-entered the bedroom, she was no where to be seen. You opted to walk out and look for her, instead running into your partner. Blade Looked you up and down, his dark blue-red Ombre hair falling over his eyes. Instead of his usual attire, he wore a black suit, looking messily put on.
He looked annoyed as he took your hand, tugging you down the long corridor towards the exit of the base. He gave a displeased grunt when you failed to fall into step with him, slowing his movements to match your pace.
"Kafka told me to take you out to dinner, hurry up or we'll be late."
You gave him a look of confusion before remembering the holiday, realising what was happening. A smug grin etched onto your face as you wrapped your arm around his, leaning against him obnoxiously.
"Oh, do I get a date? Well aren't you just the sweetest guy ever."
Blade glared at you as he forced you to walk faster, grumbling to you to not get used to it. You both stopped when you reached his car, the reflective red gleaming in the overhead lights. You pushed you by between your shoulder blades to the passenger side, opening your door for you. You took your seat before the pushed the door shut, moving to his own side again as you strapped yourself in.
One hand sat on the wheel after the car started up, the other resting against your thigh with a gentle squeeze as he pulled out, driving towards his chosen destination. His crimson eyes left the road, meeting yours as he trusted the auto driving mechanism to not fail. He leaned his face towards yours, pressing his lips against yours before moving to your neck, repeating the action.
"You look nice though, suits you darling."
he moved his attention back to the road, speeding down the highway towards his chosen restaurant, being none other than your favourite.
If it wasn't for the damn reservation Kafka bought, he'd rather be at home with you in his arms.
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╰┈➤ʚ୨୧⋆ɞ Robin
You waited backstage for a certain halovian, listening to her voice as it echoed from where she was preforming. As sat leaning against a crate, a small gift bag in one hand neatly organised to her liking. Though you couldn't take all the credit, haven gotten in contact with her brother to know her favourite flower, having failed to have her mention it in idle conversation.
A wrapped bouquet rested against the top of the wood behind you, bundles of small iridescent flowers with a purple hue slightly ruffled from your quickened pace as to not be late. You heard the music from the theatre come to an end, round of applause sounding as Robin's angelic voice came to an end. You watched as the flocked, red curtains were pushed aside, purple hair bouncing as she rushed down the steps.
The sound of her heels clicking reached your ears as she made her way to you, arms wrapping around your neck as you placed on hand on the small of her back. Her emerald eyes met yours as she leaned back, giving you a small greeting. You grabbed the wrapped stems of the flowers, offering the items in your now full hands to the angel before you.
"Happy valentines dove, you were amazing out there."
You gave her a genuine smile, falling off guard when she threw herself back into your arms, chants of gratitude being spoken for your ears alone. Releasing you from her embrace, she let the bundle of flowers rest in the crook of her elbow, using her spare hand to pull the contents from the bag. A black box sat in her open palm, being opened to reveal a pearl necklace, specifically chosen to match her preowned bracelet.
As she looked at you, you carefully took the necklace from her gloved hand, moving her hair to the side to clasp it around her neck. You gently repositioned her hair, running your fingers through the strands to brush it out. Robin gave you a look of defeat, a partial look of guilt on her face while she pouted.
"I'll get your present to you as soon as we get home darling, I didn't think to bring it with me here."
She shook her head, wrapping her arm around yours as she started walking towards the exit, wings fluttering blissfully. As she walked hand in hand with you, she couldn't help but think of what to get you next time, wanting to make it special.
Because in the end, you were her freedom.
╰┈➤✩ ♬ ✩ Serval
You sat on the bench in the Neverwinter workshop, legs crossed, waiting for your girlfriends return. You tinkered with a small gadget she had left beside you, trying to figure out it's purpose while being mindful of it's fragile nature. Lost in thought, you failed to process the sound of the door squeaking open, nor the sound of footsteps that advanced towards you.
Serval came up beside you, hands wrapping around your waist as she leaned against you, looking over your shoulder at what you were messing with. You flinched at the sudden cold hands that placed themselves around you, turning to meet cerulean eyes. She picked up the bundle of flowers she dropped on the bench behind you, offering them with a fond smile.
"Here ya go sweetheart, happy valentines."
Her face returned to your side as you placed the device back where you got it, hand moving to run through the coloured streaks of her hair. You untangled your legs as you moved them off the surface, thighs resting on either side of Serval as her arms wrapped tightly around your waist, face pressed against your chest as you massaged her scalp.
You sat in a comforting silence, basking in each others presence, gently rocking back and forwards. The blaring sound of her ringtone echoed throughout the enclosed space, causing her to groan as she pulled herself from your embrace. She aggressively tapped her painted nails against the screen, scrolling to see the notification from her younger brother. She loved him wholeheartedly, but she stood wanting to strangle him for disrupting her time with you.
You hopped off the desk, moving to walk behind her as she rushed around the workshop, grabbing things you couldn't name and shoving them in a random bag she grabbed off the rack. She slung it over her shoulder after zipping it up, turning to you with a look of guilt.
"Sorry lovely, gotta go fix another generator, those useless engineers just can't grasp my design. I'll take you to dinner later, yeah?"
Your hands dropped to her waist, placing a tender kiss on her lips that she quickly leaned into. When she pulled away, her hand raised to ruffle your hair quickly, giving a lazed wave as she began to walk towards the front entrance. As soon as she was done, she was going to give you the date you deserved. Even after dating since she was a researcher for the architects, she would still give you her everything.
Because you were the one who stood beside her all those years ago
╰┈➤🎸⋆⭒˚ Gepard
You watched as the snowflakes fell, landing against the cobbled streets of Belobog, melting upon contact with the heated stone. You made your way towards the small restaurant agreed upon with your lover. the small wrapped presents sat in your bag, resting to your side as you saw the diner come into view.
You came to a stop outside, deciding to wait for him before going inside. It didn't take long before heavy footsteps came towards your direction, the sound of armour clashing together sounding out. You watched as the blond man came to a halt before you, taking a moment to catch his breath before sputtering out an apology, offering you the bouquet of ball peony's in his grasp.
"For you my love, happy valentines."
Gepard gave you an apologetic, but charming smile as you took them from him, apologising for his tardiness. You pulled him inside the cosy building, out of the blistering cold of your planet. You both ordered a warm drink, moving to sit in the far corner due to the lack of customers.
You both fell into a small chat until your drinks came, taking a quick sip that made a satisfied sigh fall from your parted lips. You never really did get used to the cold, the warmth of your drink radiating and heating your hands.
You placed your drink back on the small saucer it came on, reaching into your bag to pull out the first present, a small 1 marked on it. You passed the rectangular gift to Gepard, trying not to let a mischievous grin form on your face. He slowly unwrapped it, only ripping the paper when necessary. When the cover came into view, he paused, a displeased look plastered on his face as he stared at you.
Singing for dummies.
You let out a low chuckle before reaching back into your bag, handing him the actual present you had chosen for the man. This gift was smaller, but upon opening it you could see a shimmer in his blue eyes. With the help of his sisters, you managed to compile a folder of photos for the sentimental man. A collection of memories of you four.
Gepard delicately took your hand, placing a tender kiss to the back before setting your hand on the table, not releasing it from his hold. The thick padding of his glove wasn't uncomfortable like initially imagined, instead being oddly comforting, like a constant reminder of his will to protect you.
Because you were his world, and he would forever be your shield.
