Honkai: Star Rail oneshots

[aventurine/sunday] crybaby

written for ficwip's all ships ship week 2024! day 7: free day~

cw: Aventurine/Sunday, implied/referenced sex, crying, overwhelmed/overstimulated Sunday, self-conscious Sunday, soft/caring Aven, top Aven/bottom Sunday, kink negotiation, kissing, pet names, mild hurt/comfort, fluff

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Something abrupt and irrational is welling up beneath Sunday's eyelids.

He turns his head to the side and extends his wings over his face. Shuts his eyes tighter, feels the weight of tears saturating his eyelashes, their wetness as they roll down his temple. Knows the pitifulness of his sob even before he hears it, but is unable to stop it from coming out anyway. He raises a hand wanting to shield his face further, but it is a belated effort, and Aventurine stops it easily.

"Baby, what's wrong?"

He feels the other man draw his hand away from his face, and he lets him, even though it only makes the weight upon his chest heavier and the tears falling from his eyes more rapid. Embarrassment sears his cheeks. Sunday hiccups—hates the way he sounds.

"Do you want to stop?"

He shakes his head. "No." His voice comes out all funny because of his crying. He feels Aventurine's fingers thread through his hair—gentle as ever—combing it away from his face and feathers.

"What is it, then?"

"I... I don't know...." Sunday's lips quiver, and he barely shuts them in time to stifle his next sob. He can sense Aventurine's concern in the other's silence, but he can't help it, can't find a way to stop the tears that continue to spring to his eyes. His breath hitches when Aventurine grabs onto his jaw and tilts his face back toward himself; Sunday tries to resist, but his lover's hand is as resolute as it is coaxing.

"Look at me," Aventurine says.

Everything in Sunday's body screams no. He can't let Aventurine see him like this. He's already being ridiculous enough; there's no need for him to show his face and embarrass himself further.

"Baby, look at me."

Sunday doesn't realize he's shaking his head, until Aventurine grabs onto his face with both hands. His fingers find damp feathers, wet hair, salty skin—and fresh tears, slipping out when Sunday squeezes his eyes shut. No. Please. "Please," he pleads aloud, dismayed by the crack in his voice—distracted by the stroke of Aventurine's thumbs over his cheeks, so doting, they almost convince him right then and there that all of what he's doing is okay.

"It's okay," Aventurine whispers, as if he has peered directly into Sunday's thoughts, "that you're crying, my love. I don't mind that you're crying—I would never judge you for crying. I just want to know if you're okay." His hands that are cradling Sunday's face are as steady and warm as his words. "Could you try and look at me? Please?"

Sunday's wings must be shaking like stray leaves in the wind when he pulls them back, and the flush in his cheeks may very well rival the redness of his eyes and nose—but Aventurine smiles at him in a way that makes him feel like the most handsome Halovian in the whole Asdana star system. "That's it," he croons, as more and more of Sunday's face comes into view, "that's it. Thank you so much, baby. Is everything okay?"

Sunday nods, lightly, not wanting to seem like he's shaking Aventurine's hands off. "Yeah. I'm okay; thank you. It was just... emotions... in the moment, I think."

Aventurine nods understandingly. "Was everything just a little too overwhelming?" he suggests.

"No, it was..." Sunday falters, trying to find words that would not make him sound so... excited. "It was good, actually... m-maybe a little too good...." He feels his face grow warm at the way Aventurine is obviously trying to suppress a smile.

"Is that so?" his lover hums, before leaning down to place a kiss upon each of Sunday's puffy eyelids—the forward motion sending him just that much deeper into Sunday. "If you can just tell me you like to be fucked to the point of tears, I'm sure we could figure something out for next time."

"I—" Indignation flares up inside Sunday first, until Aventurine pulls out of him, and the disappointment that douses it is so copious, it spills out of Sunday before he has a chance to think. "N-not this time?"

Oh, Aeons. He's going to cry. His wings are up over his face again before he knows it, but this time, Aventurine simply nudges them apart with his fingers.

"I hate to disappoint, my love, but I think you've exhausted yourself enough for one night." He presses a kiss to Sunday's forehead, then another to his lips, once they're no longer drawn into a mortified line. "Next time, okay? I promise."

Sunday manages to save himself the embarrassment of agreeing out loud—but he knows he's going to hold Aventurine to his words.

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/j i hope this read like i was writing it with one hand, bc i was 🫦

in the end, i managed to do 4/7 days!! im proud of myself hehe, even tho i def sacrificed way too much sleep & self-care for this (don't be like me; write your event fics ahead of time frens 😭). the sunven fixation is fixating im telling u. anw- i hope u enjoyed, i certainly had a lot of fun creating for them :3