#trailblazer x reader

[aventurineswife]

[devoteeoftheknight]

final round of 'pads with wings'!

feat. blade, boothill and robin with fem!reader

a/n: happy very late pride everyone.

round 1 here!: phainon, anaxa, ashveil

round 2 here!: sunday, danheng, jingyuan

BLADE:

♡ ah, yes. our resident fugitive girl dad.

♡ if you haven't seen silver wolf lvl. 999's character trailer and played the recent hsr patch, i urge you to because it's pretty self-explanatory.

♡ HE KNOWS. blade DEFINITELY knows what you're talking about.

♡ he literally lives with three other girls who drag him on shopping trips all the time. you mean to tell me he's never once seen a pad in all the time he's been with them?

♡ i fully believe that blade is a pro at picking out pads because kafka, silver wolf and firefly have likely asked him to on multiple occasions. so much so that off the top of his head he remembers exactly what each girl needs.

♡ he's the kinda guy who will just hand you a heat pad silently and walk away without explanation. meanwhile you're all confused like what???

♡ another guy who predicts when your periods happen because he's just that in tune y'know? he has a sixth sense for them at this point, it's like a radar.

♡ the moment you ask for pads blade is going to calmly open a full cupboard of them, all neatly arranged according to use and length and go "take your pick."

♡ our dearest bladie is also the most compliant at this time. you want him to stay and cuddle you? alright, you're the tree and he's the koala.

♡ you want him to give you space? okay he'll leave you alone for the whole day. just message him when you want to see his face again.

♡ all in all, blade has a PHD in period care. dude is READY for anything you throw at him.

♡ one more thing is that the girls have definitely sat him down before to give him a powerpoint presentation on periods and pads. (I WILL STAY ON THIS HILL AND DIE ON IT.)

♡ blade always tries to act like it isn't a big deal that he does all this but when you hug him and call him yingxing he's gonna look away and say "unnecessary" with the smallest smile.

♡ you have nothing to worry about. blade will take such good care of you that you'll forget you're even having the period.

"yingxing, i—"

"the cookies are on the table. don't eat too many or you'll ruin your appetite. dinner will be ready soon."

"...did you read my mind or something?"

BOOTHILL:

♡ "you looking for pads? sure, i can help ya look. planning on riding a horse, darlin'?" -> referring to cowboy pads.

♡ i feel like boothill would know what periods are but he wouldn't know what women do during them.

♡ the thought process is less of "i don't think i should be getting involved." and more of "yep the ladies' have got it covered 👍". but he'll still help if you ask.

♡ it would be an extremely funny affair. just imagine boothill up to his arms with different packs of pads while on call with you so that he can figure out what to buy. every time he bends down to pick one up another falls out of his hands.

♡ each one he raises up to the camera he asks about ten questions on and says something about if you really need that many options. the look you give him shuts him up and he never says it again.

♡ dude reads out the names of the brands and has this confused look on his face while simultaneously trying to get it right. it's like "l-lauri...laureel??? forkin' hell, what kinda name is this?!"

♡ and you're like, boothill, just get the damn pads. meanwhile the galaxy ranger is more concerned with trying to pronounce the names right. he's determined to, you will not stop him.

♡ he IS the proudest mf ever after finishing the job and he brags about it. if someone asks about it boothill will just start grinning and go "yeah, i did this for my lady and i'm proud of it. what're YOU gonna do about it?"

♡ you are going to get doted on, pampered, the whole nine yards. boothill is at your every beck and call. you are getting the princess treatment and beyond.

♡ the petnames all come out too. 'sweetheart', 'doll', 'sugar'. in that accent of his too? mhm you're jumping his bones when you can.

♡ just a personal opinion, but he looks like the type of guy to crack stupid jokes to distract you from the pain of your cramps. it's a 75/25 hit or miss but when he gets you, he GETS you. he's so happy about it too.

♡ he also knows he doesn't have a filter, so he's given you the permission to hit him if he says something stupid. aim for the head, you'll hurt yourself if you hit his body.

♡ boothill may not be the best, but he tries. and i think that's enough.

"wait, i swear i have a good one this time!"

"boothill, no."

"why are cowboys bad at math?"

"..."

"because they're always roundin' things up!"

"do me a favour and shut yourself down."

ROBIN:

♡ the sweetest girl alive who is committed to the cause.

♡ robin will get you the best pads money can buy because you deserve the best. yes she knows the brand you always use, but a few extras from the more pricier brands wouldn't hurt. gotta make sure her angel is taken care of!

♡ you have to remind her sometimes not to get too carried away or else she'll spend more than she planned to. she can't help but spoil you really.

♡ i feel like the way she chooses pads is both mindful and certain, like robin doesn't spend much time on deciding but she also doesn't go through it quickly? it's this very nice balance that makes it seem almost leisurely.

♡ she's just a girlie shopping for pads leave her alone.

♡ sometimes she'll find new products on the shelf and ask if you want them. even better if they come in a pair or set so both of you can try them together!

♡ you know that thing where girls are able to sync up their periods? it happens to you both more often than not and robin is always so excited when it happens because it means you guys are suffering together.

♡ just kidding it means robin gets to cuddle you while you're swaddled in a heap of blankets and watching Say Yes to the Dress. you are not leaving for the next 48 hours.

♡ you'll be like "baby i can't breathe." and robin will just purr and nuzzle further into you, pressing her body against yours to savour some more of your toasty warmth. the nesting urge is real with this one.

♡ she insists on skin care and massages as well, and warm bubble baths are a must too. robin will lather your back and you'll preen her feathers, allowing the stress of the day to wash away.

♡ robin also lulls you to sleep with that angelic voice of hers, the singing melodious and utterly heavenly. the pain and aches all but disappear when you hear it, and you somehow feel lighter each time, a numbing haze over your mind.

♡ the week is more bearable with her by your side.

"that wedding dress is stunning."

"it is! i adore the lace front on it. would you wear something like that, angel?"

"when we get married, sure."

"hehe, maybe it will come sooner than you think."

"um, robin?!?!"

BONUS!

THE TRAILBLAZERS:

♡ these two will combine the half braincell they each got into one and accomplish the task. but before that they will each need to roll a nat 20 on intelligence just to be safe.

♡ stelle and caelus bring all kinds of 'pads with wings'. examples include bicycle pads with wing motifs, seat pads with wings etc. just know that each one is more ridiculous and deranged than the next.

♡ it's quite impressive that in the huge pile of knick knacks, there is absolutely nothing close to what you were asking for. in fact, you swear you see some living things in there...

♡ along the way, instructions were also lost in translation as they bring pom pom to you, the conductor dressed in an angel outfit and bound by a red ribbon. they squirm and struggle as stelle flashes you a grin.

♡ honestly, you would've been better off asking anyone else on the express than them. but i guess the power of love makes you believe in them more than you should.

♡ in the end, you need to write a very specific list for the both of them to follow and provide a few pictures, to which caelus nods along like he understands and stelle squints to scrutinise the picture more.

♡ when they get the job done, trust me when i say that they're ALL over you. it's an active competition between the both of them to see who is the better helper and they WILL sabotage each other.

♡ you have to be the one to prevent stelle from choking out caelus when he 'accidentally' knocks over the cake she made for you and caelus from setting stelle on fire when she trips him up and makes him drop the pot of tea meant for you.

♡ i like the idea that stelle and caelus are major fumblers and goofballs until they realise their actions are actually pissing you off and not helping whatsoever.

♡ only then will they lock in and function together like a well-oiled machine, suddenly becoming the best caretakers in existence. the switch-up is crazy.

♡ the express expresses their respect to you for being able to tame two raccoons.

"stelle, you're in the way. get your head off her thigh."

"no way! first come, first serve. get in line, caelus."

"guys, please, i have two thighs for a reason..."

[uncraven]

"Who's their favorite member?" — four different ways of saying 'you'.

synopsis ;– you ask around the Astral Express to complete your one question survey— "Who's your favorite Astral Express member?"

featured ;– Dan heng, March 7th, Sunday, Trailblazer (Stelle or Caelus).

contains ;– Fluff, hints of guiltday, mentions of the 'other' trailblazer, gn!reader, you/your pronouns, ooc? bonus at the end!

DAN HENG

He raises a brow at your question. Then he ponders for a moment. “You all have unique qualities that are endearing…”

You stare at him eagerly. “And my qualities? What about my qualities?”

He has to stifle a humored smile. “I didn't know you wanted my favor so badly.”

Somehow he managed to avoid your question all together. A mix of vagueness and redirection.

He doesn't linger on the question much longer after you leave— successfully diverted into something else.

Everyone on the express has their own quirks and habits, each fit for their own tasks.

Who better than March 7th to compile an album of precious moments? Who better than Himeko to make sure the Express is running smoothly? Who better than the Trailblazer to… find trash cans in each world they visit?

And you, he wouldn't admit (nor easily realize) how much comfort you bring him. You're a constant – someone he can rely on to be there.

Subconsciously he seeks you out when he needs help. Not from a sense of wanting to burden you, but knowing you're capable enough to problem solve with him.

He loves those nights where you two say nothing, and just exist in each other's company.

There's a silent recognition in moments like those. A wordless “I'm here.”

He may not have an answer to your question. But you are the first person that comes to mind.

MARCH 7TH

“You of course!” She answers immediately, then she quickly looks around, checking if anyone else could hear her.

You look at her, suspicious. “Are you sure?”

March nods, “Yep! Definitely, aha!” You stare at her until she breaks– two seconds approximately.

“Okay well, DanhengandTrailblazerhelpedmeoutwithscrapbookingyesterdayAndMrYanggavemesomereallygoodadviceaboutsomethingtotallyunreatedand–” She took a sharp inhale, “you all are so high up on the ‘March's Favorites’ scale its way too hard to pick one!”

That was NOT how it was supposed to go. She was supposed to say your name and list out all the things she likes about you!

But she suddenly became aware of Shush in the party car, and the chance of someone else walking in and ruining the not-yet-moment moment. Only for her to do it herself

March could tell you felt bad for asking her such a tough question, even after you laughed at her defensive rambling.

But you are her favorite member! Ever since your first conversation, March has held a deep fascination for you.

For her, you're new and innovative. You're everchanging but still recognizable. She could relate anything back to you without fail.

Her camera roll would fill up with random pictures of objects and landscapes, and she'd save them in a folder called ‘show to [name]’

She definitely realizes her feelings for you quickly. After all, she's done plenty of ‘Do you have a Crush?’ and ‘Does your crush like you back?’ quizzes online.

The former would always say “Yes” in bolded words. The latter? varied.

She just hoped you'd ask her that question again, and she'd admit it proudly. No takebacksies!

SUNDAY

“What do you mean by favorite?” He asks, eyes raising from whatever book he was invested in.

“Y'know favorite. Out of all of us.” Sunday looked unimpressed. “Like if you could only choose one of us to see for the rest of your life who would it be?”

“Your first question is very different to what you just asked me.” He was entertained by your insistence.

“Could you just fire off a name?” You pleaded. Sunday only chuckled as he refocused on the page he was reading, much to your disappointment.

Sunday never thought about that question. He still felt indebted to the Nameless, and admitting he had a “favorite” put a sour taste in his mouth. ( who was he to assign a preference?)

The “Astral Express Family” as the name of the group chat he was added into suggested, was much more tightly knit compared to The Family back in Penacony.

To brazenly say you have a favorite in The Family, is like debuting how much use a person was to you, according to the political lingo.

The thought of using any one of the nameless felt discordant with what he's become. And, he's already used more than enough favors from the nameless.

March was easy to have a conversation with, so Sunday would find himself borrowing her time. Welt was a great storyteller. Sunday had stories of his own– but compared to a man travelling the cosmos, he didn't have much to offer.

And there was you. He quickly found himself by your side after bumping into you in the parlor car at some obscene hour in the night.

A one off interaction turned into a routine, and suddenly The Express felt warmer, like he was a part of the family. (instead of The Family.)

Even when you two would be far away from each other, often enough you'd end up texting in between those late hours.

To call you his favorite would mean to admit he had some use from you. To choose only to see you felt cruel to the other nameless.

Oh.

He already had an answer, didn't he?

THE TRAILBLAZER

“Seriously?” They ask. There's an amused look on their face that screams they're going to drag out their answer (that is, if they even take the question seriously.)

You sigh and decide that their antics aren't worth the trouble. “Alright, I'll ask someone else–”

They gasp with faux-offense. “You hate me.”

You roll your eyes, playfully denying. “No I don't, so are you gonna answer the question?”

The trailblazer thinks for a moment. “I knew the best nameless since the day I woke up on the express–” so not Sunday, “–we were soul linked, bonded without words. So obviously, the best member on the express is…”

They say Stelle or Caelus depending on which trailblazer you picked.

In canon, do they know the name of the other ‘Trailblazer’? likely not, but the excuse is the name felt right on their tongue, so surely that person is the best member.

They were lucky you didn't mention the loophole they slipped through.

They said best not favorite.

If they had to say their favorite, you're the default answer.

You're fun! You get them in a weird kind of way.

They remember the first expedition where you stayed in the Astral Express, and it didn't feel the same without you.

They missed your banter, and you matching their energy.

They'd look off into the sunset as if they were mourning a lover, despite the fact that you were content on the express. Just living out your slice-of-life without them.

It only took a few days after that thought for them to realize ‘Ohhhhh…’

Yeah, you're their favorite. (They're still the best nameless though. )

masterlist . inbox . next?

BONUS

[gojosatoruwifey]

ㅡPROLOGUE: The Existential Horror of Being an NPC in Love Experiment

✑ This is just a small start, something you can look forward to hehe ♡(◕ᗜ◕✿) ✿ chapter: Prologue (you are here!) | Prologue 2 | One | Next

[System Log: ????_SIM_??.?c]

> Loading... Daily_Life.exe > Checking environmental stability........ DONE   > Importing daily routine...   > (??rke?.gif) — SUCCESS   > (L???.exe) — SUCCESS  

> (NeiKo496.bugged) — WARNING  

> Revise the simulation?   > [Requires Admin Approval] > Requesting admin privileges...  

> Access granted: [User: Input..]  

> Beginning revision protocol   > Please wait...   > Loading.   > Loading..   > Loading...  

beep. beep. *click*

> Target NPC: #5144   > Status: Active   > Role: Civilian (unremarkable)   > Emotional parameters: Stable   > Relationship stats: NULL  

click.   click.  

> Apply modification: ENABLE AFFECTION SYSTEM (experimental)   > Insert: “Colorful_Circle_Overlay_v3”   > Attach: “Romance_Subroutine_DestructionBoost.dll” > Injecting Emotional Frequency Matrix... > Initializing Link Nodes...

[REGISTER SIGNALS]

> LOAD HapLotes405   

   LINK_TYPE: Friendship  

   STATUS: Stable  

   Sync... OK  

> LOAD KaLos618

   LINK_TYPE: Friendship  

   STATUS: Stable  

   Sync... OK  

> LOAD SkeMma720 

   LINK_TYPE: Friendship/Romance  

   STATUS: Unstable  

   Sync... WARNING: Dual-route detected  

> LOAD EleOs252

   LINK_TYPE: Friendship  

   STATUS: Serene  

   Sync... OK  

> LOAD OreXis945

   LINK_TYPE: Friendship  

   STATUS: Chaotic  

   Sync... WARNING: Variable empathy level  

> LOAD PoleMos600

   LINK_TYPE: Romance  

   STATUS: Suppressed  

   Sync... ERROR: Emotional firewall engaged  

   Override? [Y/N] → Y  

   Override successful  

> LOAD NeiKos496  

   LINK_TYPE: Romance  

   STATUS: Predetermined  

   Sync... PRIORITY FLAG DETECTED  

   Route locked:[████ ████]  

>> LOAD PrimumMobile.sys   PARAMETER: Hatred   ACTION: _Modify(????? → ????? = ?????)   RESULT: Undefined emotional construct created   Log: [Entropy driver enhanced]

[LINK VALIDATION]

> Total connections: 8   > Emotional bandwidth allocation... COMPLETE   > Affection System: ACTIVE   > Compatibility warnings: 92% ignored  > Validation... WARNING: Conflicting emotional data detected.  > Override warnings? [Y/N]  

Y  

> Executing override.   > Encoding changes... ████████▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒ 63%   > Encoding... ████████████▒▒▒▒ 89%  

> Encoding complete.  

> Final? [Y/N]  

Y  

[Simulation note: Love is the strongest catalyst for entropy.]   [Running patch: DatingSim_Mode.ON]  

[Boot Sequence Complete]

> Reinitializing sensory input...   > Sound... ACTIVE   > Light... ACTIVE   > Memory fragments... ACTIVE   > Emotional pathways... (modified) ACTIVE  

*NPC #5144 now online. Please enjoy your emotionally volatile simulation.*

> Welcome back, NPC #5144.

> Day cycle initialized.

---

*End of system message. Please enjoy your newly optimized day.*

---

“System update complete. Emotional parameters linked. Good morning, dear Artisan of Okhema! Try not to fall in love too fast. It speeds up the end of the world.”

You stared at the floating box in front of you in disbelief. “..What?”

[peacexpeace]

one, two, pretty girls like us do

lesbian headcanons with aglaea, stelle, kafka, ruan mei

notes: x female/lesbian reader strictly, men go away this isn't for you, suggestive in all but nothing explicit, drugging in kafka's not to reader, in ruan mei's to reader, implied pillow princess reader in all

happy really late pride month LOL i was working on this all month but had neck surgery and court and yeaaaa it took me a bit. but i hope you all enjoy to my fellow lesbians/bi ladies<3

༄ aglaea:

✣ there is no lack of whispers amongst okhema's citizens about how cold the goldweaver is, immovable and unwavering in her believes, but those who are attentive enough will notice the way she becomes substantially more amicable if you show interest in the well-being of her wife. her threads loosen ever so slightly, enough to comfortably breathe as she speaks of her beloved's current enjoyment of golden honeycakes.

✣ anyone with eyes can see she's extremely lenient with what you get away with as opposed others, giving you a light wrist tapping at most. that being said, it's also well established that blatant disobedience will never end in your favor. the line between being pampered versus being a impudent child is thin in her eyes, and she's very obvious in how easy life can be for you if you mind your manners.

✣ once a peaceful sanctuary, the hero's bath has turned into amphoreus' most taxing test of courage. ever since aglaea's wife expressed a deep enjoyment of the area, the chances of running into said wife have increased dramatically. under normal circumstances this would be no issue, but considering the expected attire one would have in a bath — that is, nearly none at all — the idea of informing aglaea even on something she asked for can turn the stomach of the most hardened soldier. truthfully, seeing her in a state of undress would be more uncomfortable than anything else. no, it was the primal dread of what would be made of them if they were to ever witness her precious wife in such a way.

⁀➷

"so when i had asked mydei about it, he just grumbled something about phainon being too trusting, but he was totally jeal- ack!"

aglaea sighs as you get too excited telling your story, and as usual, flail so much you stop floating atop the water and nearly drown yourself. her fingers barely flutter as a few threads grab and turn you right-side up. your hair flops over your forehead and eyes, making you resemble a sheepish puppy when you part the strands and smile at her.

"i should consider having you participate in the children's sunday swimming lessons," she teases while watching you with a quick beating heart as you whine about unnecessary bullying.

she's been finding herself more fascinated with you recently.

romance and love have been long intertwined throughout history, so it should be no surprise she has found the incarnation cradling her heart. with all the time that passes, your grip only grows tighter, but she would be no more than the common perjurer if she said she disliked it. the sheer will of your own fondness for the world around you has her enraptured in ways even cerces would find no answer for.

still, you live with such carelessness that she cannot find herself to fathom when it seems like nothing is ever going your way. how you manage to brush it off, much like the water dripping from your curved chest, is a skill she'd rather not hone.

she coughs to herself as her thoughts wander. the water seems warmer than usual — it must be effecting her intuition.

her eyes drift down once more. you're too distracted to notice, surely. the habit of getting engrossed in your own stories is something she'll make sure to thank mnestia for tonight.

༄ stelle:

✣ despite appearances and what others might say, the trailblazer is no fool. stelle is well aware of her privilege to be able to travel among the stars in an endless adventure. where she considers this privilege to turn into a blessing stems from the fact her girlfriend is trailblazing by her side. you're never thrown into the fray in a way similar to her (and she prefers it that way), but knowing you're by her side only makes her feel stronger in battle. no matter what, she'll win every fight in your name.

✣ she would never judge march 7th for her fascination with photography and is always happy to help her friend, but she personally felt as if living in the moment and keeping the experience to a beautiful memory made it feel more special. this was the case until you started dating, because now she's in the middle of filling her third camera solely with pictures of you. naps in her room, exploring new planets, date nights, petting random dogs you see — she wants to cherish every moment of joy that you give her.

✣ freedom is something held in high regard by akivili's followers, stelle included, but… can you act less free around other women? she isn't really used to feeling jealously this intense and navigating it is a challenge to say the least. controlling your free will would never sit right with her, yet that aching weight in her heart when you blush over kafka's boldness or are enraptured with herta's genius speaks some pretty treacherous thoughts into her subconscious. luckily, it slips her mind the second she's cuddled in your arms with a wagging raccoon tail.

⁀➷

the bright lights of planarcadia's main street feel's like it's burning stelle's eyes more and more by the second, but she's too preoccupied with dragging you in joining her unpredictable escapades. the night life was incomparable to anything else she'd experienced, and she wanted you to enjoy every last second with her.

your laughs echo against the brick buildings, turning her heart into a gooey mess. she almost feels sick with how much she adores you, wanting more of your praise and adornment. some would find the way she craved to satisfy you lamentable, but nothing brought her more happiness than seeing you happy.

"– and this is where march ate noodles so spicy she ended up puking after," she giggles while pointing out some fast casual gimmick restaurant before stopping the two of you at an ice cream stand.

when you express concern for march despite the event being over a week ago, stelle tugs you closer and nuzzles against your neck with big, wet eyes and whines, "you're not even gonna ask if i was okay?"

you poke her forehead and remind her, "i've seen you eat bugs, drywall, and literal trash. i think the noodles should've been scared of you instead."

she sighs in response, complaining loudly about being unloved and spousal abuse even as she's paying for your ice cream cone. the employee gives you a quick glance up and down with too much longing for stelle's comfort and she's quick to tug you closer to her side with puffed cheeks and a narrowed gaze.

the cold cream touching her lips takes her out of the one sided internal battle she was fighting, yelping as she looks down and sees you chuckling and pressing your cone to her mouth. her heart feels like it's going to burst out of her chest with how adorable you look offering her the first bite.

whoever is watching no longer matters as she overwhelms you with kisses — cheeks, forehead, lips, neck?

"we're in public!" you shriek at her while visibly trying to contain your amusement, only making her want to kiss you even more.

"don't care, too in love to do anything else," she cackles while the vendor tries to avert their gaze, regretful of even admiring the necklace you had been wearing.

༄ kafka:

✣ the sun that her universe orbits around, along with the stars that surround its atmosphere. if there was one purpose truly given to her, more important than elio's script, she has zero doubts that it would be to love you until the cosmos light dies out. she often ponders aloud to you how she got gifted with the sweetest little angel, while the memories of all the events she manipulated in her favor to land you in her arms bounce around her head.

✣ if someone told kafka she was creating a spoiled brat out of you, she would simply sigh lovingly and agree. her darling should never yearn for anything in her mind. besides, what's the point of acting frugal when you're well aware of the bounty on her head? you could tell her flat out you're planning to drain her wallet dry ; all you're getting in response is a kiss on the forehead and her telling you to make sure you send pictures of everything you try on.

✣ while kafka does like a woman who can fight (and she especially likes if you fight her for fun), she does also take pride in protecting you. the life she lives is one far removing from any fairytale knight or charming prince, but there's something that makes your heart flutter even more when she drapes a priceless necklace around your neck, kissing up the tender skin of your nape, or how dull her eyes seem when blood blooms from the bullet hole she put in the skull of a man who was audacious enough to lay a hand on what's hers.

⁀➷

a woman of kafka's caliber normally wouldn't be found in a tawdry nightclub such as this, watching the young patrons flit around with no sense of commitment or self preservation. it would be a simple matter to slip something in any of their drinks to try and pry information out of them.

of course, that wasn't her reason for being here tonight. instead, she was indulging the playful nature of someone much more precious to her.

"you come here often, beautiful?"

speaking of, the slurred words of her darling reach her ears as she glances to the side and sees you barely holding yourself up against the bar counter, staring at her with flushed cheeks, glazed eyes and the most indiscreet grin she's ever seen in her life. she's thrilled you're just dating and not working for her. you'd be her worst asset (and favorite) by far.

"i can't say that i do," she answers with ease, sipping her drink and beckoning you closer with a curl of her fingers, "though my little dove likes to find her way here."

you stumble like a fatigued fawn, toppling into her lap while she wraps her arms around your waist and adjusts you to be comfortable. how charming you could be when you weren't even trying.

she tucks some of your hair behind your ear, watching intently at the changing expressions on your face. she could tell your addled brain was struggling to put her words together, no matter how simple they had come off.

your eyes go wide for a moment before you grab her and wail, "do you like girls?!" with such desperation the bartender raises an eyebrow in concern. kafka waves them off while trying to hide her own smile at your foolishness.

(really, she's foolish for allowing herself to be so enthralled with you.)

she leans closer to your ear, brushing her fingers under your chin to lift your head up and tell you, "i like one very special girl in particular."

the way you wriggle on her lap in response only fuels her desire even more, and when your woeful eyes make contact with hers, she's just about at her wit's end.

you can't even get your next question out before her lips are on yours, making you jump in surprise but latch onto her sleeve with barely any fight. you relax under her touch, trusting, docile, and she has half a mind to clear out the building just to have you in every way she can.

your grip goes slack, and she pulls away for a brief moment to tease how meek you are before blinking in confusion at the way your head hangs. parting your hair, a defeated smile graces her face as she realizes you've somehow managed to fall asleep in your drunken state.

aeons, you're lucky you're cute.

༄ ruan mei:

✣ you are, without question, the most prized pet in the entirety of ruan mei's lab. whether or not she's devoted to you is never something you're unsure of, because the truth of the matter is you're in her eyesight for most of the day, night, and too often in your dreams for it to be natural. you'd asked her once if she found a way to infiltrate them, and all she had done was brush you off and ask if you thought she'd became an aeon early. neither of you brought up the fact it wasn't a no.

✣ plum blossoms are now her second favorite scent, with the first being you coated in their fragrance. ruan mei can be quite touchy to begin with (though in a fairly clinical sense, since she's usually testing on you), and that doubles in moments of fervent desire. when an experiment goes just awry enough to throw off her plans, she'll take a moment to decompress in a navy leather chair, tugging you by your custom collar into her lap. while she would normally be against breaks, even she is a slave to the feeling of your pliant body against her own as she inhales the sweet aroma.

✣ there is one obvious yet unspoken rule that she had implied many times before you entered a relationship with her: your bodily autonomy becomes very, very minuscule. the downside to getting her attention is that most of it is on the scientific side, viewing you as an extremely adorable and submissive test subject. you've woken up to iv drips that change the reality you perceive, had drinks mixed with powders that leave your skin tingling for days, and she never seems apologetic for it. she always takes care of you after all, what is there to complain about? and if she happens to like the way you look, teary eyed and begging for her to help you, then that's a secret she'll keep to herself.

⁀➷ "open."

you comply with no resistance, bringing a pleased curve of the lips to ruan mei's face. a glowing aqua substance, slightly viscous in texture, is dropped onto your tongue. the hum of various machinery and ongoing scans echoes on the sterile walls of ruan mei's lab while you sit in her lap, back to her chest. she watches as a grimace quickly spreads across your features at the simultaneous bitter and sour taste and it causes a quiet chuckle to fall from her lips.

"remind me not to extend any poker invitations to you. your ability to hold a straight expression is rather abysmal, my love," she teases while questioning you about the more fine details regarding your reaction. an uncontrollable burst of sneezes, hiccups, and dizzy spells follows, and she gives you an antidote while documenting that the reaction on you is far different than the one on her creations. your wet eyes do little to deter her as a vial with sparkling pink liquid is held up next, with her soft promises of, "you'll enjoy this one."

you hesitate for a moment before obeying once more, much to her satisfaction. her eyes soften as she brushes her lips against your ears, murmuring, "good girl," and making sure you swallow every drop. the vial is discarded, less important than feeling your soft skin on her, for once, bare hands. her gaze is more attentive this time, eager for the moment your skin grows flushed and your eyes glaze over. you're panting like a dog, writhing in her lap, whining about being too hot before your ability to speak is lost to the hunger thrashing inside of you.

she'll make sure to document later: results as expected.

[carebearcozy]

Hello! Can I request the astral express (can be headcanons or a fic, idm!) with a reader who has basically just changed their name and lied about their past cuz it was pretty tough but then when they visit reader's home planet, they kind of just get exposed?? Ty in advance!

Welt would be the first to have his suspicions. Something about how you get nervous during certain subjects, especially whenever your home planet is mentioned, raises alarms in his head. When he confirms your true identity when arriving on said planet, he asks why you lied. Depending on your answer, Welt will do all he can to empathize and help you.

Himeko would be honest upon arrival and tell you she's not too pleased with your deception. However, she senses no ill will from you and understands what it's like to have a rough upbringing. As long as you remain serious about following Trailblaze, she'll keep you safely by her side.

Sunday accidentally sensed you were concealing your identity with his tuning. He tried hard not to pry into your affairs, but his power can be uncontrollable at times. When you finally come clean to everyone officially about who you are, Sunday will pull you aside in private and explain how he kind of knew all along. "Please forgive me, it wasn't right," he'll constantly apologize.

Dan Heng will at first be shocked to learn you were hiding this secret. Nevertheless, he'll remind everyone how his past wasn't fully revealed until they helped the Xianzhou a few years ago. "People have the right to restart in life," your friend will declare to the rest of the Express. He'll sincerely believe you when you swear to help the Trailblaze.

March 7th will also be surprised. "Wait, so you're really not [Fake Name] and instead [Real Name]? Whoa!" She'll be a bit upset and ask for some time to think. The longer she considers the situation, the more she realizes you and she are similar. "I mean, March 7th's not really my real name, either. I understand that we're both going through new phases in life." You're very grateful for her support.

Trailblazer immediately freezes when your true identiy is revealed. Crap! Does that mean pretty soon they're going to find out I was a Stellaron Hunter? the Trailblazer wonders nervously. Like Himeko, the Trailblazer senses no wickedness from you. Later, you might be pulled to the side and learn about the hero's mysterious Stellaron Hunter history. "You and I are kind of the same in this regard. Just, let's move on to better lives together. Whaddya say, friend?"

Pom Pom will ask for a detailed explanation of everything before confirming with everyone if you will stay. He'll be relieved that you will remain with the crew, admitting he really likes your company. You laugh and thank him for understanding your situation.

Please don't copy, steal, or feed my work to AI. Thank you!

[lavandulawrites]

Plssss can we have more yandere HSR memes!! they're so funny!

Yandere HSR Men Memes Part 3

Yandere memes masterlist

Ofc you can!!<3 I’m glad you guys find them funny╰(*´︶`*)╯♡

Yandere HSR Memes Compilation

Yandere HSR Men Memes part 1

Yandere HSR Men Memes part 2

Yandere HSR Men Memes part 4

Yandere HSR Men Memes part 5

Yandere HSR Men Memes part 6

Yandere Genshin Men Memes

(some of these might not seem too yandere, but people seem to forget that yandere means lovesick aka someone who is SICK WITH LOVE)

Please don’t make these memes into fanfics without asking me. Thank you!

[look-over-yonder]

LAST CHRISTMAS Wham! is currently playing! ♪

But if you you kissed me now, I know you'd fool me again.

Mistletoe rendezvous! Featuring... The Astral Express crew!

Author's Note

Almost been six months since I've posted on here... ☹️ I'm also a day late to Christmas. I'm sorry... Life beating me UP!!! 😓 No established relationships, but for anything to get going, something's implied. My goal on this account is to finish all my drafts... 😛 Christmas is my favourite season, so I hope you guys enjoy!

Trailblazer

They noticed the mistletoe. Of course they did. If there's anything you must have come to learn about the infamous Galatic Baseballer—you must know of their proclivity for mischief. Hell, by now, you’ve probably already been a victim of some prank of theirs or been an accomplice in crime. Regardless of your history with them, it was only a matter of time until that scheming smile would be directed towards you. After all, they’ve always had an interest in you. So why is it that you find yourself walking straight into their trap?

Maybe you wanted to or you were blindsided. Either way, they happen to stop the both of you right under the mistletoe and blink as they peer upwards. “Huh. That’s weird. I didn’t even notice.” The Trailblazer looks to you with a curious expression. Then, they abruptly point to a spot behind you. “Oh, look. A bird!” You raise an eyebrow at that. Had you already guessed that the Trailblazer is already plotting something due to that glint in their eyes? Or was it perchance the suspiciously casual delivery of their words? Well, even if you do, you still wound up deciding to entertain their theatrics. Do you truly want to face the hilt of their pranks if you object? Or maybe you’re just unfathomably gullible. No matter the circumstance, you end up turning your head halfway to cast a glance to the void behind you; only to feel a gust of warm air against your cheek and something drag across it. Oh. Wait. They just kissed you. You’re left frozen where you stand like a deer in headlights. But what if it was you that initiated the kiss? Maybe you could turn the tables on them. Surprise the Trailblazer before they even get the chance to kiss you first. Let’s say you don’t fall for their trick and don’t decide to indulge them. Instead, you stand your ground, watching as they stare at you with a hint of sulkiness in their expression like you foiled both their plan and mood. But before they can even get back up on their feet to begin to conceive another plan—you take the chance. Just as quickly as they might have kissed you. You lean in, your lips brushing against their cheek... Maybe even lips? Oh, that would depend on how audacious of a person you are. Congratulations. You did it. You’ve managed to one-up the Trailblazer at their own game. The lionhearted Trailblazer we’ve all come to love and know for their flippant, light-hearted personality... has been outdone in a game of wits. Because deep down, it’s all a front. And if you were the one to initiate—perhaps you already knew that. Rendering the Trailblazer speechless is a feat. But it’s also surprising how quickly they seem to bounce back from that, shooting you a look that seems both bashful and exasperated about how you managed to somehow pull the rug out from underneath them. They break into an amused grin, maybe even pulling you into a hug. Despite how good they are at playing off things—with how close they are to you; you can feel the rapid drum of their pulse against your chest. But will you say anything? No. Despite not even having the chance to properly process what just happened, you’re suddenly being towed away by hand by the aforementioned, with them claiming they want to show you some new game in their room. Well. That sure sounds eventful.

March 7th

March 7th. The crew’s darling and sweetheart. Sometimes. She was the first fanatic on the Express about the holiday spirit. She gleefully recalls to the crew the stash of holiday decorations she found tucked away in boxes: notably voicing her fascination with the art of a certain romantic holiday custom. While it wasn't unexpected for the most high-energy character in the cohort to be enthused about the holiday season, her captivation of the tradition is a definite result of her… avowed beliefs. Out of all the unofficial designated roles upon the Express, March 7th proclaims herself to be the matchmaker, Cupid—and plenty other ridiculous names that riff on the same concept. While everyone works together to put up the decorations, March 7th is their coordinator. After all, her exuberant spirit is exactly the kind of eye they need to brighten up the train. However, it was also definitely a tedious task on the crew’s end due to her constant last-minute direction changes and her arbitrary directions on specifically the mistletoe. Despite her propensity for nitpicking, March's dedication to the job is impressive. It would be almost admirable if she wasn't so excited to see which of her fellow allies would end up under the mistletoe first… That somehow, in all her excitement, she somehow doesn’t realise herself to be hovering directly beneath it. And then, you appear. March 7th doesn't plan for anomalies. She usually just acts before thinking. And because of that, she's accepted that things sometimes don't go her way and has learned not to make a major fuss. But with you? Under here? With her? March's jaw plummets to the ground. "You... What? You're not supposed to be here! Well. At least not with me!" It's not a difficult task to fluster March. But in this scenario, you've surprised her so bad that she's flailing around like a headless bird, pointing fingers at you as if you're some kind of intruder. "This wasn't how it was supposed to go! Wait, you do know what this means, right?' Suddenly, the beet-faced March 7th stills in place, raising a hand to her lips as she stares at you in shock. And then… The expression on her face turns almost… expectant. Was… March batting her eyelashes at you? Her eyes still flicker around occasionally, not being able to hold your gaze for more than a few seconds at a time. But if you keep her waiting too long, she'll narrow her eyes at you and spin on her heel dramatically. "Are you going to close your eyes? What the… Do you not know the tradition or something? Well. I’m leaving then!” You grab her by the shoulder before she can leave. But she only pauses for a second, turning her face back over to look at you. "What? I thought you didn't-" All it takes is the surge of your lips against hers to shut her up. March's eyes turn into saucers. Her palms that were gripping at nothing raise to clutch at your arms. She can feel her heart rate speed up tenfold as her lungs tighten in her chest. And then, you pull away. "I-I… You… What was that?!" March didn’t hate it. But is she going to admit that? No. Because March 7th, ever the fantasist, didn't expect to earn her first kiss to be like this. It wasn't meant to be so… unexpected. You were meant to court her and sweep her off her feet! Offer some kind of romantic gesture first, give her some sign like a sweep of the hair or brushing knuckles together like they do in all those soap operas she watches! But—you just…! You can see the steam rising in plumes from March now. She looks embarrassed, because she is. It’s not your fault. It’s because of the realisation dawning upon her, where her romantic fantasies are shattered and instead replaced with something more… real. Something she likes more. Watching March 7th fall silent is a peculiar feeling. That cheery voice not falling from the girl's mouth, instead pressing her lips to create a seam where her mouth is. "You're meant to take a girl out to dinner first, you know?!"

Dan Heng

Dan Heng isn’t a fan of the holiday season. He’s celebrated plenty of different events: maybe even hundreds, if you count his past lives. But in this life? He’s determined he’s not someone who can really get into the holiday spirit. But he’ll celebrate it. Dan Heng doesn’t care about the 'wearing obnoxious glasses and headbands’ or 'matching ugly sweaters' bit. Well, it can be a little humiliating at times. But Dan Heng has a lot more things he could be worrying about. So why would it matter? Right. Despite his general introversion, he doesn't hate spending time with the rest of the crew. He just also has no intentions of participating in any unreasonable holiday traditions. And by anything: he means anything he doesn’t like the concept of. Dan Heng avoids the mistletoe like the plague. He is an observant and analytical individual, and so he notices the smallest of changes in someone; like if they’ve gotten a trim or if their clothes are slightly askew... He'll only voice his displeasure of the holiday and a certain custom when asked. Considering how excited March 7th seems about it, he’s figured it’s probably not the best idea to complain. He’s already got to spend a couple all-nighters updating the data bank. Add March's bugging him about that, and he’ll be practically asking for a migraine. That doesn’t mean there aren’t other subtle signs either. Like how his eyes slightly narrow whenever he hears the mistletoe being brought up, or how he seems (if it that’s even more possible) more quiet than usual and actively disengages with the crew’s usual banter. Dan Heng tends to bury himself in work in the Archives just to give him another reason to not go out until the day finally arrives. The Astral Express are throwing a party to celebrate the holiday, and attendance is mandatory; a rule established by Himeko after he’s tried to worm his way out of celebrating too many times. March 7th drags him, talking animatedly about how she just can’t wait to open presents and her speculations on who might end up under the mistletoe first. Dan Heng can’t help but stiffen at that. Dan Heng wants to show his gratitude. He works hard and wants to protect those he loves fiercely, and so it shouldn’t come as a surprise that he doesn’t put up a fight. He simply has a reluctant expression on his face the whole time and shoots a few petulant comments at any unprompted jab he gets. And it’s when you appear that the entire world feels like a breath of fresh air. When he sticks by your side, he feels in his element. He decides he doesn’t mind being a wallflower so long as you stay in his sight. Going anywhere else with a watchful during this holiday with his usual companions like March 7th on the prowl and the Trailblazer who likes to swipe at his food turning demented, he'd like to stick with you instead. It’s a long while before the party ends, and everyone begins to clear out. Perhaps coming to a party sleep-deprived wasn’t the best idea. When he turns to you, he pauses to wave you goodbye, only to notice that strange look on your face. It takes him a few seconds, before he looks up where he’s standing. Are you serious? He can feel the dread blanket his body and the cold seep into his very bones. This was the exact situation he spent the entire week avoiding. So how, by some unlucky stroke of luck, was he now standing under here? Dan Heng looks miserable until he looks around. …Huh. Everyone’s gone, it seems. With that thought in mind, he’s shaken by a sudden pillar of heat beginning to rattle his insides. Oh no. What was happening to him? The idea of a mistletoe was always uncomfortable to him. And yet… Just because it’s you underneath here with him- “…Um. I’m sorry. I think it’s best we don’t.” You stare at him. And then, you nod, acceptingly, before turning on your own heel and offering him a smile.

But then, you wish him happy holidays. And that you'll see him tomorrow. And that? That's the straw that breaks the camel's back. Because no matter how simple or mundane the interaction, that makes his heart ache. "...Wait.” You halt in your steps, your eyes meeting his once more. “Please. Give me just a moment.” His fingers ball up by his sides, digging into his palms as he stares you down rigidly. Then, he takes a ginger step forward. And another. Before leaning in and pressing a kiss against your cheek. Afterwards—he’s a stick in the mud, staring at you blankly before he puts distance between the two of you. “…Thank you.” But what if you manage to take a kiss from him instead? Well, he’ll probably react just as stiffly. But this time, with his eyes wider and his face being tinged by a milky red. “…You… I…” he says, trailing off before he can even finish his words, and shyly turning away. There’s a prominent furrow in his brow. “…How did you know?”

Welt

Being the oldest passenger on board means he has the entire crew looking up to him—perhaps even you. In spite of his age, his mind still remains quite young. And in those few juvenile parts of his brain, he finds a small comfort in the holidays. While there are some traditions he questions the integrity of, the mistletoe is not something he pays particular mind to. After all, he's well aware of how popular the concept is among the younger members. He just doesn’t necessarily want to find himself under there, especially with the younger passengers. But if he does? Instead, what Welt does is give head pats. He has no intentions on kissing anyone except for other mature age individuals, and even then, it’d be only out of courtesy. If you’re younger than him and look like you’re expecting something, he’ll give you a hair ruffle. But Welt draws a line in the sand with how far he’s willing to go. It may come as a surprise how willing Welt is to engage in festivities. But the holiday and its customs resemble Christmas profoundly, which happens to remind him of his time on Earth. No matter how far away from home he is, he celebrates a quiet joy for himself and his family with another family altogether: the Astral Express. While there’s little to no chance of him initiating a kiss, if you kiss him—you will manage to make him freeze for a few seconds. He’ll stare at you in shock, before looking away and sighing deeply. He may seem disappointed at the unexpected gesture, but you can’t help but notice the faint rosy hues coating his cheeks now. Alas, it’s still unlikely that Welt will reciprocate… Unless you beg. “That is hardly an appropriate request.” he sighs. Welt may always seem so grounding and steadfast in his presence, but small gestures of affection can truly be enough to unravel his heart. You plea with him until he finally lowers his walls enough to concede. “…Alright. But only one kiss. Deal?” And before you know it: Welt swoops in, pressing a quick, firm, sweet kiss against your cheek. The warmth of his lips seems to ghost over your skin, before he slowly pulls back. He watches your face carefully, looking for any discomfort in your expression that he could probably go on some kind of dad monologue about. But when he finds none? “That’s more than enough. If you need anything else, let me know. Otherwise, I'll be going.” Welt taps his cane against the ground, before beginning to walk away from you. Depending on your age, he’ll be internally sighing about how the youth give him high blood pressure. Otherwise, he’ll be thinking about how warm his chest suddenly feels and try to push it down as he admires the holiday decorations he passes in the hallway. ...This is tolerable.

Himeko

It was Himeko in the first place who bought all of the Astral Express decor. A handful of it was cultivated after the arrival of Welt and his blond friend… But the holiday decorations and mistletoe? Yes. It was all her. She was the original trendsetter—even if she’ll never admit it. After all, how could any blame be shifted onto her when a certain pink and blue youthful passenger usurped her position with her vibrant youth anyways? You find yourself currently on a walk with Himeko. It’s rare for her to be out and about, considering she’s always either working on affairs around the Express or holed up in her room on projects. But right now? She wants to focus her attention on you. With a radioactive mug of coffee in hand and you trailing just behind, you don’t seem to notice what locations the two of you end up circling. “Ah. Oh dear. It seems I have to brew more coffee… I’m almost out. Will you come with me?” Despite the fact you can feel yourself shiver at the thought of Himeko stomaching that abhorrent coffee, you oblige. And then, the two of you stride down the corridor, passing through a few cars as you exchange back-and-forth banter. “Are you excited about the holidays?” It’s a simple question. For you, that may depend. Perhaps the answer is yes, or the answer is no. Either way, Himeko studies your facial expression carefully, scanning to see any hint of deceit veiled behind your speech. No matter what you say, she sighs, stopping in her steps to take another sip of her coffee and wipe off some imaginary dust off her shoulder... Before looking up. Which makes your gaze naturally drift upwards too. The two of you are under the mistletoe sprig. “Hm. That’s quite the coincidence.” Himeko’s amber eyes move back to you, a small smile on her lips. “We only have to if you’d like to, dear.” she speaks, her tone honeyed. Himeko is good at reading people. And when she says that: she means it. She doesn’t want to pressure you into a situation where you would ever be uncomfortable, and so if she notices any glimpse of distress on your face, her gaze will soften. And her likelihood of initiating first is significantly lowered. But if you’re just shy or nervous… She can tell. And suddenly, that maternal nature of hers comes out in an even more overwhelming way. Himeko reaches out her free hand to brush against your arm, touching you with such gentleness, and studying your face for any and all apprehension. But if she doesn’t see any, buried under the layers of anxiety… She’ll lean in. And then, plant a featherlight kiss against your cheek. The smile she gives you afterwards is telling. Himeko adores you. But what if you aren’t so nervous? Or maybe you are, but just impulsive? In that case, let’s say you manage to take her off guard. And you kiss her first. No matter where you kiss, you’ll witness the Himeko being stunned for a breath or two. And then the tender look in her eyes as she melts into the lingering touch of you. “…My. Someone’s feeling bold today.” She’s a graceful, daring woman. But she is also modest. If you attempt to kiss her on the lips, she’ll raise a finger to press against your own before she smiles and shakes her head. Himeko tuts at you, before sending a wink in your direction and announcing a sudden duty she must now attend to. Despite her abrupt departure as she leaves you standing there in the hallway as a heated mess; Himeko is far from cruel. The next time you see her, even if it’s in passing, she’ll invite you to come over to visit her room later. She has some work things she’d like to show you. Of course, only if you’d like.

Sunday

Sunday is quite aware of the holiday season approaching. Out of all of the holidays, this time of the year always led to an increase in revenue thanks to its highly commercial nature in Penacony. He is more than acquainted with its customs, albeit he’s rarely celebrated it in the sense of how the Astral Express do.

As life of the Oak Head, Sunday was used to attending galas and balls held in the name of festivity: the life and blood of Penacony. The grandiose celebrations held every day in Penacony was something he had become far too acclimatised to—and so when his fall from grace led to him being confined in the walls of an intergalactic train, he wasn’t sure how to even celebrate it, really.

It starts with stringing up holly along the walls of the Astral Express. He’s also allowed to organise all of the smaller decorations from size to colour, which he does with grace.

And then, there’s the mistletoe.

Sunday is alike Dan Heng in a sense. They’re both sharp, vigilant individuals. They can pick up on subtle variations in their settings and people. And you two happen to be in charge of ensuring all of the decor is in order before the party starts. You two waltz down the halls, your eyes briefly being directed towards your surroundings before you turn to another object demanding your attention.

The Trailblazer, Dan Heng, and March 7th walk past the two of you as you adjust things. But it’s March 7th who stops in her steps and lets out an unruly gasp that makes the others shoot her a glance. She’s staring right at you.

“Oh—do you guys see that?!”

Sunday pauses at that from where he stands, currently adjusting a wreath on the wall. Before then, he looks over at the trio currently dragging a squirming March away, and then…

He notices it.

How- when- did that get there? Wasn’t the mistletoe in the entrance to the Party Car last time he checked?

Sunday, who seems to account for everything, forgets that sometimes things aren’t in his control. And despite how good he is at hiding his emotions, his wings flutter involuntarily.

…

And then he feels it. Your gaze on him. His posture is already immaculate, but he somehow feels the need to straighten up even more, his halo suddenly feeling like it's weighing heavily against him.

“…Ah. You have my sincerest apologies. I appear to have made a slight in my judgement, and now we have found ourselves in this predicament.” he speaks slowly, selecting every word cautiously while his left wing twitches.

But the thing is... It’s you.

Sunday knows you. And… in his usual ruminative nature, he’s come to the conclusion that he feels compelled by your company. Drawn in, that he never holds any qualms when it comes to you. ...But at the same time, he's also a gentleman. And someone currently trying to bid away his past self and habits. Just as he musters up the courage to speak again, you suddenly blurt out something. "Can I kiss you?" Sunday's wings flutter at that and raise. His eyes widen, and for a couple beats, you manage to leave him tongue-tied as his gloved palms freeze at his sides. His throat works, and then the words spill from his mouth. "...Of... of course." Sunday immediately looks around, just to make sure nobody's looking. Once he confirms the vicinity is clear, it's only a matter of time before his eyes snap to yours again. And then, the slight wobble of a lip. But let's say you kiss him first. Let's say you manage to startle Sunday, his wings flaring outwards and flapping as you pull away from him. Where did you kiss him? On the lips? On the corner of his mouth, or cheeks? Depending on the answer, will depend on how rich his reaction will be. Either way, despite his stoic expression, his face is turning more and more red by the second. His wings fold inwards to shield his face from your view, and he has to look away for the sake of protecting his own dignity. You've managed to make Sunday stumble over his words. "...T-that was..." Your innocent gesture will be what makes him stay up all night again. Maybe for several nights. But at least you'll be the only thing on his mind during the party. But what if he kisses you first? Sunday is a gentleman after all, and that's something he prides himself on. It was his intention to kiss you first anyways, but you just had to leave him breathless with your usual teasing. Or maybe it wasn't a tease. Maybe... you meant it. Ah! Don't make him overthink it. He's already going to be internally analysing this interaction for the rest of the week. "I understand if you would not like to indulge in such... frivolous traditions. However, if you would like to... participate in this ritual with me." Sunday says, his eyelashes fluttering to meet yours hopefully. And you do. The way you're looking at him, with no words coming out of your mouth. But your eyes speak for everything... You nod. He didn't expect it.

But he was hoping for it. "Alright. Then... Please close your eyes for me." So, you do. His heart is definitely racing by this point, but he has to put on a brave face. Sunday has to bid his habits of the past gone and take the chance. He leans in slowly until his breath ghosts against your face. Then, you feel it. His lips planting against your cheek for a few moments: a warm, steady pressure. And... the tickle of feathers brushing against your cheek as his wings stretch out to obscure the sides of both your faces. Before then, eventually, he pulls back. "I... hope that was up to your standards." he murmurs, his voice lower than before, as his wings curl up to his face again. Sunday looks... shy, once again. Oh. This was more than enough. "Perhaps... you could consider it a gift from me. A holiday present, of sorts. Or would you rather I'd compose a melody for you instead?"