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devdozes · 3 months ago

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Hiiii

If this isn't your normal request that fine, feel free to discard. If it is possible then please would you be able to do:

Platonic astral express x reader lile all of them comforting fem/gn partner after being broken up with their partner of like 4 years? That just happened and I wish I had the support of the astral express rn 😭 thank you!!

I'm sorry this happened to you :( but fear not! I and the astral express are here, hugs , strawberries and ice cream attack for you I'm sorry if the request turns out not to ur liking.. I'm not that good at breakups since I have never been in a relationship before

You sat in the corner of the Astral Express, curled up on the couch with your arms wrapped around your knees. Your chest felt hollow, as if the past four years of love and effort had been wiped away in a single, painful moment. The weight of the breakup still clung to you, suffocating and relentless.

March 7th burst into the room, her bright eyes scanning the space before landing on you. The second she saw your slumped posture and the sadness in your expression, she gasped dramatically.

"Okay, nope, nope—I am not letting you sit here all sad and alone!" she declared before sprinting toward you at full speed.

Before you could react, she leaped onto you, wrapping her arms around your shoulders and squishing her cheek against yours. "Mission 'Cheer Up [Name]' is a go!"

"March—" you started, but she was already dragging you off the couch, pulling you toward her room like an overenthusiastic puppy.

"You need emergency best friend therapy," she said with determination. "And I just so happen to have the ultimate cure—ice cream AND your favorite show on laptop :3!"

The door to her room swung open, and she pushed you onto the bed before vanishing for a moment. When she returned, she held two spoons and a tub of ice cream like it was a sacred treasure. She plopped down beside you, shoving a spoon into your hand.

"Alright, spill it," she demanded, digging into the ice cream. "Tell me everything. We are so going to trash-talk your ex."

You let out a small, shaky laugh. It wasn’t much, but it was a real one.

Before you could even start, a soft knock came from the door, and Dan Heng stepped inside. He held a cup of warm tea, his expression calm but concerned. "I figured you might need this," he said, placing it on the nightstand.

"Thanks, Dan Heng," you murmured, touched by the gesture.

He nodded, then leaned against the wall, his presence solid and reassuring. "You don't have to talk if you don't want to," he said quietly. "Just know we're here for you."

The lump in your throat tightened. You were used to Dan Heng being the reserved one, but the way he showed his care in little gestures made it hit even harder.

Moments later, Himeko walked in, holding a fluffy blanket in her arms. She draped it over your shoulders and smoothed your hair like a mother comforting her child. "Heartbreak is painful, sweetheart," she said gently. "But you have people who love you here. And trust me, you will heal."

You blinked rapidly, trying to keep the tears at bay. "Thanks, guys," you whispered, voice raw.

Then, Welt entered, adjusting his glasses as he looked at you with quiet wisdom. "I know it might not feel like it now, but pain fades. And when it does, you'll find that you’ve become stronger for it."

March huffed. "Ugh, why do you have to be so poetic, Mr. Welt? Just say, 'Your ex sucks' like a normal person!"

Welt sighed. "Yes, well, that too." . . . . Just as you were about to take another bite of ice cream, the door to March’s room slammed open with the force of a cosmic explosion.

"WE HAVE ARRIVED!"

You barely had time to process the blur of motion before both Stelle and Caelus came barreling into the room—wild grins on their faces, pure chaotic energy radiating off them like a supernova. Caelus had a baseball bat slung over his shoulder, and Stelle was dramatically wielding a spoon like a dagger.

"We heard you got dumped," Stelle declared, eyes gleaming with dangerous intent.

"Which means," Caelus added, swinging the bat over his shoulder like a seasoned gangster (that loser is like 7 months old he ain't got no exp), "we are now legally obligated to wreck that guy’s entire existence."

You blinked. "Wha—"

"We can go beat him up and drag his body here," Stelle continued, nodding as if it was the most reasonable suggestion in the universe.

"Or," Caelus interjected, voice dropping into a conspiratorial whisper, "we can unleash our raccoon army at his house."

March nearly choked on her ice cream. "Wait—when did we- I mean YOU BOTH get a raccoon army!?"

Caelus grinned. "You don't want to know."

Dan Heng, still leaning against the wall, pinched the bridge of his nose. "Please don’t drag a body onto the Express."

"Or use wild animals as weapons of revenge," Welt added with a sigh, though he didn't look all that surprised.

Himeko simply took a sip of her bitter dark coffee, watching the chaos unfold with mild amusement.

Meanwhile, you were this close to breaking down—not from sadness this time, but from hysterical laughter. Your ex had shattered your heart, but here was your family, storming in with baseball bats, raccoons, and pure, unhinged energy, ready to wage war in your name.

Tears welled up in your eyes—not from grief, but from the overwhelming warmth you felt in your chest.

You let out a soft laugh, shaking your head. "You guys are insane."

"And yet, you're smiling," March pointed out, grinning.

Caelus nudged you with the bat. "So, what's the plan? Baseball bat or raccoons?"

You wiped your tears and giggled. "Neither."

"Aww," Stelle pouted, lowering her spoon-dagger.

"But," you continued, glancing around at everyone, "I think I’ll take more ice cream and…just hang out with you guys."

March immediately scooped another spoonful for you, while Caelus and Stelle dramatically slumped over in disappointment.

Dan Heng let out a soft breath of relief, and Himeko patted your head.

"Good choice," Welt said, finally sitting down beside you. "Though if you change your mind… the baseball bat option is still available."

Caelus gave him an approving nod. "Knew you had it in you, old man." Dan Heng lets out a chuckle and approaches you, stretches his hands out to you and wraps his arms around you, putting you in a gentle warm hug. "THIS IS A MOMENT IN HISTORY!! COLD DRAGON YOUNG SHOWING AFFECTION AND CARE?!" Both the grey-haired raccoons scream out, mimicking a camera shutter noise while making a fake camera with their hands. "That's not even how you take pictures with a camera!!" March says exasperatedly and puts her left hand on her temple. "Maybe we are just better photographers than you" . . . . .

Just as you were getting comfortable, savoring another bite of ice cream, March let out an excited gasp.

"Oh, oh! I almost forgot—Sticker therapy!"

Before you could react, March pounced on you, pulling out a small booklet of adorable pastel-colored stickers. You barely had time to protest before she slapped one right onto your forehead.

"March, what are you—?"

"Shh," she hushed you dramatically, sticking another heart-shaped one onto your cheek. "This is a proven method of emotional recovery. Trust me, I’m a professional!"

"You're not a professional," Dan Heng muttered, watching from the corner.

"She’s totally a professional," Caelus whispered to Stelle.

Within moments, your face was covered in stickers—sparkly stars, tiny bunnies, hearts, and even one that just said ‘Slay Queen’ in glittery letters.

You gave March a deadpan look. "I look ridiculous."

"You look adorable," she corrected, beaming with pride. "And most importantly, you look happy."

You opened your mouth to argue, but then Stelle took out her phone. "Hold on, let me just—"

Click.

"NO—DELETE THAT!" you yelped, reaching for the phone, but Stelle danced away, laughing.

The chaos was interrupted by the sound of small, rhythmic footsteps approaching.

"Pom-Pom is here with an important announcement!"

Everyone turned toward the entrance as the tiny conductor hopped into the room, puffing out their chest importantly.

"Pom-Pom heard what happened to you, [Name], and as the Express’s beloved passenger, you deserve a special surprise!" Pom-Pom declared.

March gasped. "Is it revenge?!"

Pom-Pom blinked. "No."

Caelus sighed. "Damn."

"It’s an increase in your monthly budget!" Pom-Pom announced proudly, holding up a small data pad. "Effective immediately, you have twice the amount of credits to spend while traveling with us!"

You blinked, stunned. "Wait, what?"

"That's Pom-Pom’s way of saying, 'Treat yourself,' " Himeko said, smiling warmly. "SHOPPING SPREE!!" March jumps out of the bed and joins the awfully goofy pose that Stelle and Caelus were doing. "Rappa taught you that pose, didn't she?" "Hell yeah she's sigma," Stelle says with a smug smirk on her face, leaving Welt's eyes furrowed and confused as he lets out a few words, leaving all express members, including you, wheezing. "Isn't sigma a chemistry term, which is the strongest type of covalent bond, formed by the head-on overlap of atomic orbitals?" "Mr Yang, don't act so wise, weren't you an idol in your home planet?" "March, where did you get that information?." "Hehe >:)"

Just as you were finishing up your ice cream, the door creaked open again—this time, much more gently. Unlike the chaotic entrances of Stelle, Caelus, and March, this one was quiet, almost hesitant.

You turned to see Sunday standing in the doorway, his usual serene expression in place. He wasn’t as loud as the others, nor did he throw himself into the center of attention. But even so, his presence was calming—steady, like a quiet star in the vast sky.

He stepped forward, clearing his throat softly. “I may not be that close to you,” he began, looking at you with his calm, golden eyes, “but I heard that you like fries…”

Your eyes widened slightly in surprise.

Sunday continued, holding out a carefully wrapped plate. “So, I attempted to make some. Hope you enjoy it.”

The room went dead silent.

March, Stelle, and Caelus all snapped their heads toward Sunday, mouths slightly open in absolute shock. Even Himeko raised an eyebrow.

“…You cooked?” Dan Heng asked, sounding genuinely baffled.

“I attempted to,” Sunday corrected, but there was a glimmer of amusement in his voice.

You stared at the plate, then back at him, then at the plate again. Slowly, you reached out and took it, peeling back the wrapping to reveal a pile of golden, crispy fries—some slightly uneven in shape, but otherwise looking surprisingly well-made.

Cautiously, you picked one up and took a bite.

Your eyes lit up, looking like a puppy. “Wait… these are really good?!”

March gasped. “NO WAY—”

Caelus leaned forward. “I call dibs on leftovers.”

“There won’t be any leftovers,” you shot back immediately, stuffing another fry into your mouth.

Sunday let out a small, quiet chuckle. “I’m glad you like them.”

You grinned up at him, feeling genuinely touched. Even someone you weren’t as close to had gone out of their way to do something for you.

But before you could thank him, he slowly lifted his hand to his shoulder—then carefully pulled something out from beneath his cloak.

A tiny bird sat perched in his palm, its feathers an almost identical color to your usual outfit. It chirped softly, tilting its head.

Your breath caught in your throat.

Sunday gently placed the little bird on top of your head, watching as it fluffed up, seemingly comfortable with you. A faint, amused smile tugged at the corner of his lips.

“It reminded me of you,” he murmured, stepping back slightly.

The entire room erupted into noise.

March practically screamed. “HE GAVE HER A BIRD—”

Stelle and Caelus lost it entirely.

“That’s it. That’s peak affection.” Stelle nodded seriously.

“He just outdid all of us in one move,” Caelus added.

Meanwhile, you just sat there, eyes wide, completely frozen as the tiny bird nestled into your hair.

Sunday gave a slight nod, hands now back at his sides. “Take good care of it.”

Then, without another word, he turned and calmly walked out of the room—leaving behind pure chaos in his wake.

March shook you dramatically. “DO YOU REALIZE WHAT JUST HAPPENED?!”

You blinked. Then, very softly, you whispered,

“…I have a bird.” "[NAME] DONT EAT IT" "I WONT ACTUALLY EAT THIS CUTIE OH MY GOD!" "Oh yeah [Name]!" March cheerfully looks at you with a glint in her eyes. Oh no..she has something on her mind— And then she continued. "WE CAN GET YOU MATCHING OUTFITS OF YOU AND YOUR BIRD WITH YOUR INCREASE IN BUDGET:DD" "YES OH MY GOD,!!" You cheerfully squealed with March

Caelus and Stelle, however, had other plans.

“Wait, wait, wait—hear me out,” Caelus whispered to Stelle.

Stelle’s eyes narrowed. “I’m listening.”

“We increase the raccoon army… using [Name]’s new budget.”

Dan Heng immediately cut in. “Absolutely not.”

"Okay, that's enough!! And someone please call Sunday back, we need to decide this cutie's name with everyone." You announce as the bird looks at you with the cutest smile and ruffles their feathers, leaving you absolutely melting, and you let the cuteness aggression take over you.

Caelus, Stelle, and March immediately started yelling name suggestions while Pom-Pom stomped out of the room, presumably to drag Sunday back into this chaos.

“Sir Beakington the Third!!” Caelus shouted.

“No, no, no—Captain Fluff!” Stelle countered.

March clapped her hands together dramatically. “Feather McFeatherson!!”

Dan Heng pinched the bridge of his nose. “These are all terrible.”

You, meanwhile, were barely paying attention because the tiny bird on your head had just ruffled its feathers again and let out the softest little chirp.

Your heart absolutely melted.

“OH MY GOD—” you squealed, grabbing the bird and cradling it in your hands. “It’s so cute. I’m gonna die. I love you—”

The bird blinked up at you and let out another small, happy chirp.

“AAAAAHHHHH—” You kicked your feet like a little kid, overcome with cuteness aggression.

“Okay, okay!!” March laughed. “Let’s actually think of a name before [Name] combusts from how adorable that thing is!”

Just then, the door opened again, and Sunday walked back in, looking completely unfazed—likely because Pom-Pom had dragged him back before he could escape.

“You called for me?” he asked, tilting his head slightly.

“YES,” you said immediately, holding up the bird. “We need a name for my tiny child.”

Sunday blinked, glancing at the tiny fluffball that was now chirping in your hands. He was quiet for a moment before speaking.

“…Astrid.”

The room fell silent.

Then:

“WAIT—THAT’S ACTUALLY GOOD??” March gasped.

Himeko smiled. “It suits them.”

Caelus dramatically fell to his knees. “How does he keep one-upping us so effortlessly?”

You stared down at the tiny bird in your hands, testing the name out. “Astrid…”

The bird chirped in approval.

Your heart swelled. “They like it!!”

March immediately started clapping. “IT’S OFFICIAL!! WELCOME TO THE FAMILY, ASTRID!!”

Stelle fist-bumped the air. “Another W for the Astral Express.”

Dan Heng, for once, seemed content with this result, nodding slightly. “It’s a fitting name.”

Sunday gave a small hum of approval before reaching out and gently patting Astrid’s tiny head. “Then I suppose I’ll leave them in your care.”

You grinned, holding Astrid close to your chest. “You guys are the best.”

"MORE STICKERS!!"

Before you could protest against the impending sticker attack, March suddenly threw the stickers aside and flung herself at you, wrapping her arms around you in a tight hug.

“GROUP HUG!!!” she announced.

Before you could even process what was happening, Stelle and Caelus leaped in like absolute gremlins, tackling you and March into an even bigger hug.

“DOGPILE!!” Caelus cackled.

Stelle cheered, “FOR ASTRID!!!”

“FOR ME, ACTUALLY—” you tried to say, but you were already being squished under their combined weight.

Pom-Pom, despite being smaller, launched themself onto the pile next, their tiny paws smacking against everyone as they wriggled their way in.

“The Conductor joins in too!!” Pom-Pom declared proudly.

Dan Heng sighed heavily from the side, pinching the bridge of his nose. “This is ridiculous.”

“Dan Heng,” March said in a dead serious tone. “If you don’t get in this hug, I’m putting even more stickers on you.”

Dan Heng stared at her. Then at you, who looked like you were barely surviving under the weight of the chaos pile. Then back at her.

“…Fine,” he muttered, before sitting down and reluctantly wrapping an arm around you. His warmth was calming, a stark contrast to the chaos surrounding him.

That just left one last person.

Everyone turned their heads toward Sunday, who had been standing there, watching the scene unfold like an outsider to absolute madness.

He blinked slowly, as if debating whether or not to even entertain this.

“Come onnnn, Sunday!!” March whined. “Even Dan Heng joined! You’re the last one!”

Sunday exhaled softly before stepping forward, placing a single hand on top of the chaotic pile—like it was his version of joining.

March gasped. “UNACCEPTABLE!! FULL HUG!!”

Before Sunday could react, Stelle and Caelus grabbed him and yanked him into the hug, effectively trapping him in the mess.

“…I should have expected this,” he muttered, but there was no real irritation in his voice. If anything, there was the faintest hint of amusement.

And just like that, you were surrounded—by warmth, by comfort, by them.

HERE YOU GO I HOPE YOU LIKED IT, AND DONT BE SAD,, YOU WILL GET OVER IT AND FIND SOMEOEN FOR YOU WHO WILL ALWAYS BE THERE, FOR NOW WE ALL ARE HERE FOR U 🫂🫶

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genshingorlsrevengeance · 6 months ago

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I'm craving Honkai waifus, so...Silver Wolf, Stelle and Firefly snuggling or just doing soft things with their S/O after a busy day!

(H:SR) Silver Wolf, Stelle, March 7th, and Firefly relaxing with their S/O

Silver Wolf simply lays in her bed after a mission, not really in the mood to sit on the computer or anything else.

And unsurprisingly, pulls out her phone, dragging S/O with her to either use as a makeshift pillow, or lean against them.

Silver Wolf kicked off her shoes near her bed as S/O leaned against the bed, an arm wrapping around her while she scooted in closer.

Once situated, Silver Wolf exhales in relief seeing that she was in time to log in for her dailies.

(S/O) "...You sounded more concerned about getting that login streak than you were about the mission."

She scoffed, eagerly tapping the screen's prompts.

(Silver Wolf) "Getting the materials needed for this is a pain in the butt. I'll take whatever I can get for free, this game is grindy enough as it is."

S/O rolled their eyes but nevertheless smiled.

(S/O) "Things go well then?"

Silver Wolf shrugged, eyes shifting over to her S/O as her game was loading.

(Silver Wolf) "Yeah, pretty boring though. It was basically a 1-Star mission, at best."

S/O chuckled as she got more comfortable, quickly hearing the familiar tune of her game's menu.

(Silver Wolf) "Gonna do some singleplayer stuff for tonight."

S/O just nodded, understanding Silver Wolf's need to decompress and the two enjoyed a blissful silence. Apart from the...odd noises from her game.

(S/O) "...Silver Wolf is your character moaning?-"

(Silver Wolf) "Climbing a mountain."

(S/O) "And you gotta have that at full volume?"

(Silver Wolf) "Yup."

Stelle yawned loudly as she flopped onto her bed after finishing the rest of her room's renovations.

It was a long and arduous journey, but now she had a proper part of the Astral Express fully to call her own!

She had finished an impromptu celebration with the rest of the crew, understandably giving her some time alone to relax.

Though, she wasn't entirely alone. A fact made known when her S/O laid on the bed, one hand ruffling her hair.

(S/O) "I still can't believe you slept on a cardboard bed the entire time..."

Stelle didn't move her face, her voice sounding muffled on the mattress.

(Stelle) "WhydoyouthinkIalwayssleptwithyou?"

(S/O) "Is there anywhere you wouldn't sleep?"

Stelle raised her head and moved to say something, but nothing came out as a second of complete silence passed.

(S/O) "...Know what, don't answer that. Just c'mere already!"

Stelle gave S/O a cheeky grin and complied, laying her head on their chest and yawning loudly.

(Stelle) "Now I don't wanna leave this room for the next few days..."

(S/O) "Honestly? With the way this room's set up, we can probably spend the weekend here. Or even longer."

(Stelle) "Hm.~"

One of her arms snaked its way around S/O's waist, her expression becoming softer, yet somehow more mischievous at the same time.

(Stelle) "Well, you're spending the night here, right? I have an idea for something fun to do before we head to bed."

She suddenly sat upright, a gleam in her eyes scaring S/O, but not nearly as much as her next words did.

(Stelle) "Take your clothes off."

(S/O) "WHAT?!-"

...

(S/O) "...Is that bath boiling? And are those peppers?! What kind of bath soak is this?!"

(Stelle) "I wanted to see you use it first."

(S/O) "Oh, so you want me to burn alive?!"

(Shush's Voice) "No worries, Significant Other of the Nameless! It'll just give you a whole new pepper-spective on baths!"

(S/O) "GAH! W-WHY IS SHUSH JUST STANDING OUTSIDE?!"

(Stelle) "Oh for the love of- GET THE [BANAB] OUT OF HERE!"

(S/O) "...How did you make that noise?"

March 7th's arms stretch over her head, making a cute grunt as she fell onto her bed, exhaling in satisfaction.

(March 7th) "Man, what a day!"

(S/O) "March, we were only outside for a few hours."

(March 7th) "Yeah, but we tasted a LOT of food on the planet today! I could just go into a food coma right now..."

S/O just hummed at that, setting aside some leftover sweets on her table.

Following after her, S/O sat at March's side, one hand sliding over to hers.

Without even looking, she playfully squeezed their hand back and closed her eyes, making S/O smile.

(March 7th) "GUARD IS DOWN!-"

March 7th immediately pounced on S/O, suddenly dragging them down to the bed with her as they yelped in surprise before it quickly turned into laughter.

(S/O) "Hey, that's not fair!"

(March 7th) "Not my fault you weren't expecting it! You think I'd just let you sit down peacefully?"

Well, they couldn't exactly argue with that.

And catching them off guard again, she gave them a quick peck on the lips, both their cheeks flushing red, yet neither of them were bothered by the playful intimacy.

Quickly, the mood simmered into something a little more romantic, with the pecks turning into longer smooches, both of them still smiling the entire time as they cuddled onto the bed further.

Firefly finished changing into something a little more casual, that being a simple shirt with some shorts, pulling S/O's hoodie over her head to finish it off.

S/O meanwhile was already yawning, lying on the bed and smiling upon seeing their girlfriend.

(S/O) "You look super cute in that, Firefly."

Even after being in a relationship, little comments like that was enough to fluster her, Firefly instinctually pulling the bottom of the hoodie further down.

(Firefly) "Thank you..."

With a soft giggle, Firefly hopped onto bed with S/O. Despite the mission she had gotten back from, she wasn't particularly tired, due to her genetic enhancement.

Firefly let S/O hold her, comfortably just chatting about whatever came to mind.

It was moments like these Firefly treasured the most with how uncommon it was.

...Even if the conversation did lead to some odd places.

(S/O) "Hm...I'm hungry right now."

(Firefly) "I can make us something real quick if you want?"

(S/O) "Nah, I don't want you to cook...Oh, I can order pizza!...Hm."

(Firefly) "Having second thoughts?"

(S/O) "Do...you think you guys could get pizza for free if you answered the driver in your armor? They'd be pretty scared right?"

Firefly immediately turned her head, pouting as her hand immediately but lightly "chopped" S/O's head.

(Firefly) "S/O! Absolutely not, I will not abuse my powers like that!"

(S/O) "Hah! Sorry, sorry! It was a joke! Though, I do wonder has anyone tried getting delivery?"

(Firefly) "No, but we usually do takeout."

(S/O) "Takeout? How's that work, wouldn't you guys get recognized really easily?"

(Firefly) "Hm, not really. I'm the one to grab it since most people don't know that I'm Sam, though if we need the food to be hot, I sometimes equip my armor and fly home."

(S/O) "...Firefly, you could make a killing doing food delivery if you weren't a Stellaron Hunter!"

(Firefly) "Oh geez, now you're starting to sound like Caelus..."

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