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𝕎ℍ𝕐 𝔸ℝ𝔼 𝕋ℍ𝔼𝕐 𝕊𝕆 𝔻𝔸𝕄ℕ ℙℝ𝔼ℂ𝕀𝕆𝕌𝕊?

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genshin men as wedding dates (3)

It’s wedding season and you’ve got a large one coming up. But it’s not just any wedding, it’s a family wedding meaning…extended relatives. Are you going to brave the night out on your own or are you rsvping with a plus one?

Featuring— Alhaitham, Cyno, Tighnari, Kaveh, Dainsleif, Dottore

gn!reader, modern au, mentions of alcohol, mostly platonic but implied romantic feelings

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 (here)

AL HAITHAM

there has to be some sort of trade-off; his time is precious so there's got to be something in it for him. luckily for you, who's one of the few people he considers a close friend, it's just some random errand he doesn't want to run

he’s a mediocre date; follows your lead and is just kind of a wallflower honestly. will make polite conversation but only if someone talks to him first

drinks just enough to loosen up but not enough to get sloppy, and definitely still sober enough to read the book he brought. you leave him be, but you’re still going to go have a good time at this reception

yikes someone from the groom's guest list comes sidling up, hoping to shoot their shot with the handsome stranger sitting alone. of course he gets annoyed; not only was this person disrupting him but wasn’t it obvious he came with you?

wait where are you

he finds you on the dance floor with… someone else??… which is fair since he's here as a friend, but he strides up to you anyway and does not hesitate to interrupt

"thanks for keeping my date entertained but I'll take it from here" and then he leads you away to a different corner of the dance floor

did not think this all the way through because now he’s dancing with you but it’s just so…… robotic. he tries, he really does, but that doesn’t stop the secondhand embarrassment from anyone who happens to see him. you don’t mind though, you think it’s cute

"finally haitham, I've been waiting for you all night!" and then you kiss him on the cheek

perhaps it was a combination of the lighting effects and the alcohol, but you don't notice the blush on his face

CYNO

events like these aren’t really his vibe but you catch him in a good mood after you 'laugh' at one of his jokes

seems like a very intimidating guest at first and that’s not the impression he wants to give to your family, so he brought his joke book! chooses to tell one at your table during dinner and the silence after he explains the whole thing is truly deafening

he tries again but says "how about this one; y/n thought it was hilarious." so now you have to fake laugh and elbow the cousin sitting next to you to laugh as well

one of the uncles from the table next to yours actually overheard and leaned back in his chair to tell him it was hilarious so that’s a win

when you get overwhelmed by relatives asking you when you're getting married, he steps in to help you but accidentally says,

"we'll take the step when we're ready"

wait what

mans is a mess trying to fix the situation and you've never seen him like this so now you have to save him by laughing it off and dragging him away

he plays genius invokation tcg with some of your teen relatives; they were losing though, so they distract him by saying "heard the next wedding's you and y/n" and it works

he gets really awkward around you after that and you have to reassure him that it’s fine, no big deal! you even joke that if fake dating tonight would get all the annoying aunties and uncles off your back, then sure let’s do it

he’d never tell you, at least not anytime soon, but it doesn’t sit right with him to hear you say ‘fake dating’

TIGHNARI

if you’re not bringing a bag/clutch/purse/whatever, then he will and he has everything: antacids, aspirins, bandaids, safety pins, an epipen, etc

wow this venue decorated the place with such nice plants, a shame they’re not for anyone to take home. good thing no one noticed him take clippings to propagate

it's great to have him on your team because he is very good at all the physical wedding games like cornhole, ring toss, etc. you don't win anything except bragging rights but at a family wedding? sure, you'll take it

doesn’t smile in any group photos; only smiles in photos of just the two of you and selfies that you take on your phone, even though he pretends to be over it

is not nice to your offensive relatives; super passive aggressive with lots of backhanded comments. he'll make some snide remarks under his breath but everyone thinks he's joking. finds out one of your uncles is a flat earther, and takes it personally

complains about the music and how it's too loud but doesn't do anything about it, so you take him outside for a stroll in the little botanical garden

despite the nice, peaceful atmosphere of the garden, you guys do eventually have to regroup with everyone else gathered out on the lawn to watch fireworks and tighnari is doing is absolute best to stall

"....eh, we can see just fine from here, no?" he says as he pulls you down next to him onto the bench he's sitting on. if he plays his next cards right, maybe... you'll even rest your head on his shoulder?

KAVEH

he asks you if he can come as your date to the wedding because he loves these sorts of events and you agree because it’s always a fun time with kaveh

neither of you want to be dd so somehow… somehow he ropes his ‘annoying roommate’ into driving you two there and back

makes sure both of you are dressed to the 9's; maybe he wants to upstage the wedding party because he arrives in a satin suit and his shirt is unbuttoned dangerously low. some poor relative has to take a million photos of the two of you until he likes it, and then some more ‘just in case’

shows off some of his architectural work from his phone; even gets a few inquiries from your rich relatives for future jobs. networking king

once it hits cocktail hour, you’re taking a shot together. his arm is around your waist and that’s where it stays the entire time you guys are mingling with others

drinks a little too much and gossips about your family a little too loud though, so you've gotta reel him in even though you're not too far behind

drags you onto the dance floor and is a fun, but messy, dancer. you guys are in almost all the candid shots the photographer takes

on the drive back his roommate makes an extremely sharp turn and you find yourself thrown into kaveh. physics, am I right. you’re apologizing profusely even though he insists it’s fine and that you should, in fact, just stay in that position, your body against his

throws up in the car after you get dropped off and the next morning you wake up to a slew of messages from him complaining about how his roommate is so cruel for making him clean his car at 7am with zero regard for his hangover

DAINSLEIF

he agrees to go but panics the week of and keeps asking you if you're sure you want to take him as your date even though it's been rsvp'd for ages

maybe not the most fun date, but overall not a bad date

offers you an arm when you two go somewhere together, holds your hand through a crowd, pulls your chair out for you during the reception, etc

brought you one of every dessert from the buffet and risked looking like an absolute glutton because

“you said to bring you a dessert, but didn’t specify which one”

he’s very sweet to the older guests; they are swooning and keeps winking and telling you he's a keeper. you don’t have the heart to tell them you’re not even dating

gives random unsolicited advice and it’s always a hit or miss

he is so awkward in the photobooth because he doesn’t know what to do? it takes 4 photos in one strip and he looks the same in 3 of them. finally on the last one you do the thing where you lift up the corners of his mouth so he’s at least smiling

keeps his copy in his wallet for a long time, maybe even forever who knows

you never thought him to be a dancer so you’re a little surprised when he asks you to slow dance; even more so at the fact that he is very good at it??

you follow his lead, and dancing with dainsleif is honestly such a tender moment. if not for the color of your clothing, people might have mistaken you two as the newly weds, what with the way he’s looking at you while you rest your head against his chest

you see him crack a sliver of a smile when you catch the bouquet and you think that he’s just happy you won. but he knows full well what it insinuates especially when everyone’s clapping him on the back in congratulations

DOTTORE

you only ask him if he's your absolute last option because why in your right mind would you take dottore as your date to a family wedding. he only agrees to go as 'an experiment'

pick out his outfit please lest he wear one of his funky little suits

introduces himself as dr. and he's so dramatic about it so a lot of people are fawning over him; you suppose all families love a doctor but only you know that he's technically not even legally allowed to practice medicine

scowls behind you when an old family friend starts talking to you for a bit too long. excuses himself to socialize with said friend, but then you wonder why hardly anyone else approaches you the rest of the night

insists on you wearing his suit jacket because he doesn't want you to 'catch a cold' uh huh okay doctor

he makes the 7-year old flower girl cry at the reception but the thing is, he wasn't even trying? everything he says sounds vaguely threatening and kids are just terrified of him

so first of all he makes it very clear that he's doing this for you okay; he will make it up to you by doing some simple science party tricks for the kids

.... except he way overdoes it and sets off a mentos/soda rocket into the ceiling

and he’s not even sorry; he’s actually proud of that little demonstration like ‘go little rockstar.’ you’re forced to leave early in shame

he does go down as a family urban legend though because aunties will say "if you don't behave, the scary doctor will come get you!”

With so many new characters, I feel like part 3 has been long overdue!

- affection with the wanderer in the avidya forest

- fluff hehe

a/n: i think it would be funny if scara had to do community service after all the stuff he did to sumeru so i briefly mentioned it in this. anyways scara brainrot go brrrr

- lowercase is on purpose

it started with a simple kiss to the back of his hand: quick and fleeting, just the way he liked it. see, too much affection without prior announcement was a no-go with the wanderer.

but then, when you tried to let go of his hand, he held on tight, almost desperately, and so you kissed his hand again, and then his wrist, all the way up to his neck where his knees began to buckle everytime your lips pressed against the sensitive spot between his jaw and throat.

luckily, no one was around or else he would have never allowed something like this to happen.

a nice quiet walk in the avidya forest was what you both needed after a stressful day of his "community service" that was mandated after the...everything... that happened.

He spoke little to no words during this walk, simply being by your side while your hands brushed lightly against each others. you were the one to initiate contact, sliding your fingers around his pinkie. he merely glanced at your hands and grunted before looking straight ahead again.

eventually you took hold of his ring finger as well, and then his whole hand which led to where you are now.

"what do you think you're doing?" he asks, eyes glaring sharply at you.

with a small smile on your face, you reply, "i think it's very obvious what i'm doing."

at this, he sucks in his breath through his teeth, looking anywhere but at you while he can still feel your warm breath on his neck, until slowly you lean back.

"do you want me to stop?"

biting his lip and still unable to meet your eyes, he swallows harshly while fidgeting with his one free hand, your hand still gently holding his other one.

"if i wanted you to stop, i would have told you already."

letting out a quick hum, you agree and kiss him once again on his neck before making your way to his jaw, the corner of his mouth, and then finally a quick kiss on his lips, barely lasting a second. seemingly dissatisfied, he groans and grips your chin between his index and thumb.

"that was weak," he says, before pressing his lips more firmly against yours, your eyes fluttering shut while he walks you backwards to the nearest tree. your back hits it with a quiet thud and his free hand soon comes to rest above your head while his other still held yours, effectively pinning you against it.

his mouth moved faster against yours, his body pressing into yours as if he was trying to mold himself with you, like he had been craving your touch for the entirety of his very long existence. the fingers of your free hand eventually find his hair, carding them through the strands and pulling softly.

when he was satisfied, he pulled away, his usual unimpressed scowl returning to his face. "if you're going to kiss me, at least do it right."

"oh? would you like me to pin you to a tree next time?"

"shut it."

These flowers will never fade.

Synopsis: your mind doesn’t remember his name, your heart burns with the impression he left. You keep searching for someone you are certain you knew, someone you know you loved. When you see him again, does your soul still know who he used to be?

Featuring: Scaramouche x gender neutral reader.

Content warnings: spoilers for the 3.3 quest, this takes place right after the quest’s ending; angst to fluff, amnesia (if you’ve played the quest, you know what i mean), reader is implied to originate from Inazuma, implied friends to lovers (?), reader cries, but there’s a happy ending and some soft kissing, soft scara.

Author’s note: this is kind of a novelty for me, different from what i’m used to writing, i had so much fun creating this story, so i hope it’s enjoyable!

Acknowledgements: thank you so much Bunny for being the first one to read this piece and liking it, that makes me immensely happy, genuinely!

You don’t quite recall when it started, this feeling, as if you miss someone, every day. Sometimes, in dreams, you see this person, him. He is always with his back turned to you, cyan and azure clothes fluttering in the breeze, just out of your reach, for, every time, when your fingertips are close to reaching him, the dream ends, a gust of wind and the same small bird on your windowsill greeting you good morning.

This sensation gnaws at you every time the dream repeats, your heart rate accelerates, its thunder urging you to find this person, to calm the storms battling inside your mind. Who is he? You are not sure. And who is he to you? Your heart answers in whispers that you loved him, but you don’t remember when that was. Was it years ago? Or perhaps you just fell in love with the idea of the mysterious stranger who keeps entering your dreams? Deciding not to dwell longer on your thoughts for now, you get dressed and exit your room.

The inn you’re staying at is nice and small, the occasional chatter or people hurrying to start their days, paired with the natural light entering through stained glass windows making for an atmosphere reminiscent of sunny days. You smile, looking up at Sumeru’s bright blue sky. Perhaps today you’ll find answers, for the first time since you started this journey, leaving your homeland behind, the realm ruled by eternity fading to green fields under the protection of the archon of wisdom.

The wanderer, formerly a man of many names, has his eyes set on the horizon, a golden outline against a backdrop of mist flower blue and snapdragon orange, another day coming to a close.

Erasing himself from history doesn’t seem to have affected the general outcome of events; in the end, he could not save those he cherished, and everything turned out to be the same.

However, now that Scaramouche has recovered his memories and decided to bear the burden of his sins, there is a certain memory concerning someone he hadn’t lost, but who might have forgotten him: you. You, who always trailed behind him, trying to make conversation when he set foot in Inazuma, not as the Kabukimono, not as Kunikuzushi, but as the Balladeer; you, who greeted him with smiles and soft words, even when he snapped at you; you, who found their way into the hollowness of the heart he longed for; you, who Scaramouche was certain he knew, even when no memories remained. And he has no one else to blame for this, except himself.

What are the chances you two cross paths again? What is the likelihood some part of you still remembers him, like Scaramouche did when his own memories were erased? The wanderer sighs, closing his eyes briefly, hands gripping the railing of the terrace in front of the Sanctuary of Surasthana. Even if you did have memories of him, is he really worthy of you? Does he dare speak the words his make-believe heart wrote in the lips he kept silent?

Conflicted, Scaramouche opens his eyes again, the image of an early night starry sky coming into view, as he wonders whether he can bring himself to face you again, if the same stars he once deemed to be a lie weave the threads of this hypothetical fate in his favor, that is.

The last rays of a late sun kiss your skin once more, as the outlined horizon turns from raging reds and purples to azure and starlight golden. Your eyes scan the distant skies, glittering with stars, didn’t someone once tell you they were fake? No matter, you think, gaze fixated in the faraway pinpricks of light.

A wish you dare not murmur crosses your mind, and you silently ask the stars above to guide you, to help you find the man you keep seeing in your dreams. You think you loved him once, but you can’t recall his face or his name, for that matter… Is he in the same situation, wherever he wanders? You wonder.

With these muddled thoughts, your steps carry you through Sumeru city, arriving finally at the Sanctuary of Surasthana. There are still some people around, a researcher and a man dressed in Inazuman attire seem to be discussing something; a blond girl in a peculiar dress is talking to a child? a floating child? you can’t quite tell, perhaps is some new technology, or it could be the renowned traveler everyone talks about and her floating companion; some more civilians seem to be milling around, and then, your gaze focuses on a peculiar figure: he is dressed in hues that match the early night sky, lighter blues merging into more intense tones, like the waves that lap against Inazuma’s coast. You can’t see his face, but, from the back, you spot uneven locks of black hair, the aura around him unknowable, inscrutable, as the very night sky he seems to have walked out of. On top of his head sits a wide brimmed hat, in the same shades of blue, two teal silky ribbons swishing behind him as he walks.

Then, you know. It’s him, the one who’s been appearing in your dreams for archons know how long.

Without thinking it twice, you break into a run to catch up to him.

When you’re about to reach for him, though, you hesitate. What are you even going to tell him? That you dream of him? That you are sure you know him but you don’t remember his name? No, that doesn’t seem like the best course of action…

Not even a second later, your thoughts would be interrupted by a colliding force.

“Hey, would you mind looking where you are- …” Scaramouche’s eyes widen at the sight before him, his words dying in his throat. There, right before him, lying on the ground, is you.

“I’m sorry, I- …” You trail off, your own gaze mesmerized by his features. Deep blue-violet eyes lined in red stare back at you, widened, some dark strands of hair falling over his surprised expression. His skin is pale, porcelain-like, spotless, but if your eyes don’t deceive you, you could swear his cheeks are coloring in pink.

The sight of him is familiar, everything about him, you know you have seen before; his face, somewhere outside your dream, you remember it now, but why? Why is it you can’t recall his name? What is this feeling of knowing you loved him somewhere along the way? Who was he? And who is he now?

Your train of thought is interrupted, his voice, familiar.

“Are you okay?” He asks, fair hand reaching for yours, pulling you up from the ground.

As his skin makes contact with yours, a scene flashes before your eyes.

“So, will you tell me?” You sing-song, skipping along, a few steps before him. “Why do you always speak harshly when you care so much?” You turn around, light pink cherry blossom petals falling around him, the afternoon sun casting an ethereal glow around his figure. You smile, catching a petal that landed on his shoulder, holding it between your fingertips.

“None of your business.” He grumbles, cheeks matching the color of the flowers around you, lilac eyes averted to the side.

You chuckle.

“Hm, so you say but…” You take one of his hands in yours, and although he grumbles a little, the boy makes no attempt to pull away. “You seem to be a little happier when I come to see you.” You regard him, a knowing glint in your eyes. “Are those fatui guys overworking you?” Your gaze darkens, expression somber. You don’t really know what orders does your friend (who you have more than platonic feelings for) receive from the fatui, but you notice how always that he returns from missions, he is visibly tired and overexerted.

“Nothing I can’t handle.” He replies, monotonously, as if that same sentence had fallen from his lips thousands of times.

Observing how his expression numbs at the topic, you decide to lighten the mood and, playing with the delicate pink petal you’re still holding, you ask him:

“What do you wish for, Balladeer?” You give him an encouraging smile, then add: “Don’t say it aloud, just think about it, let me know when you’re done.”

The harbinger looks at you, nodding, then: “Okay, done.”

Softly, you blow the petal in your hand, scattering it to the wind grazing the islands of Inazuma.

“There,” you hold his hand again. “Now it will become true, as long as you keep desiring it.”

“I wished for you, [Y/n].” are the words Scaramouche would keep locked inside the heart he yearned for.

Now you remember him. Balladeer was how he introduced himself to you the first time you met him back home. A close friend, what he became next. And the one your heart longed for was what he ended up being the more time you spent together. Yet, you never confessed that to him. Not that you had that much time anyway, you now recall how he left Inazuma one night, never showing up at the spot you usually met, not tomorrow, not the next.

“Ballad-” Your words are cut off.

“Shh, don’t. You remember me, I see.” Scaramouche smiles, perhaps more tender and genuine than you remember. His pointer finger rests on the curve of your lips, effectively keeping you from speaking. “But I’m afraid I do not use that name, anymore, my dear [Y/n].”

It’s true, his attire is quite different from what you remember it to be, and for some reason, you had forgotten about him altogether… But you know he is the same man you fell in love with.

Before you can hold them back, silent tears start falling down your face. He wipes them away with the backs of his fingers, pulling you closer to where his heart should be.

“Then…” You sniffle, trying to contain the sobs threatening to leave your throat. “What should I call you? Why couldn’t I remember you?”

Carefully, he brings your head to rest on his shoulder, and the cries you previously contained now pool out of you like water from a broken dam.

“I dreamt of you, so many nights, but I couldn’t remember who you were!” you cry into his shirt. “I could never see your face in my dreams and I couldn’t remember it when I woke up either, but I knew, I knew you were important to me, I knew you were someone I love and I…”

You can’t bring yourself to go on, more tears blurring your vision.

Scaramouche’s own field of vision becomes tampered with unshed tears, but he shakes his head. Emotions used to make him think he was weak, but now it’s a whole other reason that makes him want to stay strong: for you.

He hugs your form, squeezing you, reassuring you. He’s here now, you found your way to each other, despite it all. Perhaps it was written in the stars all over, maybe it is you two who commanded the threads of your destinies to intertwine once more, but you’re together again.

The wanderer holds your chin between two of his fingers, guiding your tear stained face and shiny eyes to his. For a brief instant he pauses, the question that needs no words hanging between you both.

Through crystalline tears that catch the moonlight, you smile up at him, a little bashful.

With soft eyes of violet, his own lips curve into a smile of his own before locking them with yours.

Scaramouche tastes the salt of your starlit tears and the bittersweet yearning you brought from your dreams of him. Your lips feel so tender against his, the night breeze slightly ruffling your hair and clothes. The wanderer’s hands cup your cheeks, and he thumbs away at the remaining tears, scattering them into moonlight, like you did with that delicate petal the afternoon he made his wish.

Your fingers tangle in the smooth locks of his dark hair, trying to pull him closer to you, to the heartbeat he’s so long desired, to the heartbeat that’s been longing for him, even when your mind could not recall his face or name.

Tilting his head to the side, Scaramouche deepens the kiss, every doubt he had before fading away every second your intoxicatingly sweet lips are in touch with his. It feels like returning to one’s own old home, walls overgrown with vines, no lights on, but the same colorful flowers still growing and thriving in the lonely garden.

Reluctantly, you both pull away, catching your breaths. Your lover rests his forehead against yours, his fingers locking with your own, holding onto your hands, to never let go again. To you, and to any stars above that are listening, he whispers:

“My wish has become true. Right now.”

wounded scars

𓍢 summary. seeing you severely injured and badly hurt after doing a commission

𓍢 cw. grammatical mistakes may occur, usage of call signs, many mentions of blood / bleeding, mentions of (reader) collapsing, hostage tendencies, mentions / thoughts of reader dying (but- you actually don’t), mentions of torture / possible murder, slight possessive behavior

𓍢 includes. itto, diluc, xiao, aether, pantalone

𓍢 note. pantalone nation it’s time to rise!, reader doesn’t get hurt from a commission but an enemy of the fatui in pantalone’s part, hurt/comfort genre if you squint

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ITTO.

he freaks out, freaks out too much that he isn’t even bothered that he’s making a whole scene because of it

his usual playful and jolly persona will disappear in an instant, and for once he holds a concern and serious expression on his face

any person that would be passing by him will have their guard up, because it’s one of the first times they have seen the oni, so serious which is rare to see from him

according to shinobu, the reason you were late and wouldn’t be able to attend the date he had arranged for you at the moment, was you just came back from a commission which unexpectedly gave you major injuries and was the reason you were at the edge of losing too much blood

as she continued to inform him of your whereabouts and your condition, the dread feeling in his stomach continued to drop, that he had to stop shinobu from continuing further, as just hearing from her that you got hurt already does a big damage to him

what more if he sees you, with his own eyes?

after genta told him where you’re currently resting, he didn’t waste a second going to you as he practically ditches everything in his way

i hope you don’t mind a clingy oni next to your side because, do you expect the arataki itto to leave you after this? the answer was evident that it’s a no, he will stay with you until you have finally recovered from the current events and not even you could stop himself from doing so

he would be very protective of you, afraid that you will leave his sight any second, like he’s some sort of guard dog. every person that’s going to talk to you will have to be 6 feet away whether they like it or not, and if they get too close from his liking? perhaps, you better grab his arm before he pounces on them 

he tries to hide the fact that he is worried about you and would instead tease you with playful remarks to make you smile or laugh, but on the matter of how he takes care of you gently like you’re a piece of glass says a lot more than he is

once he sees it with his own eyes that you’re recovering, you would have to convinced him to stop the act of scaring and driving away the people who goes near you, as you assure him that they don’t mean any harm and are different from the ones who had attacked you

itto sheepishly apologized for being a little overbearing during the time you were recovering after being scolded by you, while embarrassingly stuttering out that he just doesn’t want you to experience the same scenario again

if you ever try to do another commission again, then i hope you’re also expecting for itto to join you and he will not take a rejection as an answer

“Hey babe where are ya going? Huh go where? Let me go with you! What me? worried? Psh, Of course I’m worried!”

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lay me down to sleep, p.2.

summary: you die in their arms (ft. alhaitham, scaramouche, la signora, kokomi).

notes: 1.1k words, drabbles, angst, reader death, mentions of violence and blood

Alhaitham

In your final moments, Alhaitham can do nothing but hold you.

Your injuries are fatal. Even if a healer could get to you in time, you’re losing too much blood. There is nothing more he can do to save you.

Your breathing is shallow as Alhaitham tries to ease your pain, stroking your face in that way you so love. Your eyes are stuttering closed as you fight in vain to keep your gaze locked on him.

“I want to go on a date again,” you say lightly, as if this was an ordinary afternoon spent lazing around his flat.

“This weekend, maybe. I can take a break.”

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❝ 𝘁𝗿𝗮𝘃𝗲𝗹𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗳𝗶𝗿𝘀𝘁 𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗲 ❞

𝗰𝗵𝗶𝗴𝗶𝗿𝗶 𝗵𝘆𝗼𝗺𝗮 is a lifesaver when it comes to packing necessities for trips. skin too dry? he has moisturiser ready. hungry on the road? he already has a snack in his hand. you’re usually forgetful so he always nags about packing well and jotting notes down.

“oh no.” chigiri perks up at how distressed you sound.

“what’s wrong?” he queries as he walks to your side and finds you with a worried expression, looking at the baggage.

“i don’t think i have enough pads,” you whined. now you had to go all the way to a convenience store that’s four bus stops away. you hear chigiri sigh, walk away and come back with- “A PAD!” you squeal and jumped into his arms.

“i knew you would-“ you’re kissing him all over, “forget to-“ forehead, cheek, nose, chin, “bring- stop.” he laughs and smiles.

“no way you actually bought pads.”

“yes way,” he smiles, “wouldn’t want a grumpy woman on a trip.” he mumbles, going in for a peck on the lips.

you playfully smack him away with the pad and walk off into the bathroom. “hope you like scented pads!” you hear him from the other side of the door. oh, what would you do without him.

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nagi seishiro sleeps. this guy can sleep like the dead. in a taxi, on the way back to the hotel, the moment he takes the seat, he’s drop dead. and that’s a problem. and it’s happening right now.

you’re in a new environment, gosh you don’t even know whether the driver is driving the right way, your way too nervous, especially for a holiday. right, a holiday, you told yourself to relax, i mean, it is a holiday…

few moments later, you get anxious because this road does not look familiar. at all. you clasp nagi’s hands, trying to wake him up.

he groans and groggily opens his eyes, “yeah?” he yawns out.

“you think we’re going the right way?” you whisper and he looks out of the window and looks back at you.

“where are we?” you smack his shoulder.

“you pig!” you loudly whisper, hoping the driver doesn’t think your insulting him instead.

“ouch babe,” he rubs his shoulder, “hey don’t worry,”

“how?!” you frown at him, “for all i know, we might be heading to our deaths,” and you peer closer to nagi’s ear, “this driver might be planning to kill us!”

he chuckles, “love your imagination,” he pats your hand, “don’t worry.” he yawns again and returned to sleep.

you smack him once more, this time harder, “you better not sleep,” he mocks a pain expression.

“hey,” he places his hands on your shoulders, “if anything, i’ll be by your side,” then he cups your face, “i’ll protect you.” he opens his arms, gesturing for a cuddle. you couldn’t help but sigh into his embrace.

‘bang’ the car engines goes and then a hump that makes both of you jump, trees and fog surrounds the car.

“baby,” you heard your knight-in-shining armour call.

“yeah?”

“think you can start worrying now.”

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isagi yoichi is a precious little bean. he can’t say no to you. and what’s more worrying than taking rollercoasters in the cold, with the strong, icy winds vigorously hitting the skin, it will be glacial. 

“baby, it’s fine,” 

“you can get hypothermia and i don’t want to risk that,” isagi retorts. 

you then stated many reasons how everything’s going to be ok and if there was really something wrong, you would have seen many dead people in the amusement park right now. 

this precious baby genuinely took a moment to think about your statement and finally gave in. 

you guys took many rides, shrieking and laughing with one another, but came out shivering. 

you see isagi rubbing both of his hands, trying to warm them up. so you intertwined your fingers with his and place them in your pocket, “thank you. for riding the rides,” 

he blinks at you, “you don’t have to thank me,” 

“oh look at you, shivering and all. you could have chosen not to take them but, you did.” you keep his hands tight in yours and pecked him on the cheek. “you could have gotten hypothermia,” you tut jokingly.

isagi chuckles at your remark, “i wouldn’t mind getting it for you,” 

in such chilly weather, you didn’t need a hot shower or cozy drink or a heater to warm you. you just needed him, your one and only, he could melt your heart, make you feel comfortable and mellow. make you feel as though you’re home. 

you look at him with adoration and gave him little pecks, “thank you.” 

he smiles into your kisses and returns it, “anything for you, my love.” 

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itoshi rin wants to experience many new things with you. he simply just does, he wants you to be many of his firsts. you’re special to him.

you spot an ice rink with many people enjoying their time skating and you’re quick to grab itoshi’s shoulder and lead him to the skates.

when entering the rink, you’re squealing with excitement and itoshi just wanted to capture this moment. with the snow falling, bustling movements, lights that glow with your beauty, you fill him with contentment.

“come on!” you wave to itoshi but this is where he hesitates a little.

he might have a good build and all but balancing on slippery surfaces isn’t one of his strengths. he’s gripping the railings at the side, shuffling with tiny steps. while your busy taking photos, you hear a ‘thud’.

you turn around only to find you’re strong, well reserved partner on the floor with the most horrid expression, you couldn’t help but start laughing. you saw itoshi’s deadpan face glaring at you and knew he needed help getting up. you smoothly skate towards while giggling, “skill issue,”

“you,” itoshi gritted out and just when you were about to hold him up, he drags you down and you land on him with a yelp.

you smack him, “the ice is so cold, and my jeans are wet now!” you look up to itoshi and see a sight. his hair was filled with droplets of snow and you burst out laughing, “and you look HAHAH,”

“what?” he stares at you but the more you laughed, the sooner he joined in. he was so glad to experience these moments with you.

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A/N: these were all inspired by moments i had with my athletic ass man, really wouldn’t have these precious moments without him and i’ve never been happier. to the readers, enjoy your holidays !!

യ. mornings with them part 2 .ᐟ

യ. kazuha, xiao, albedo, scara / fluff / wc 0.3k / pls reblog !!

യ. note: also from my previous blog lol but part 3 will actually be written and it'll include cyno, tighnari, and the others !

kazuha being the one who would lightly snore in his sleep - pretty handsy too. his hands would end up everywhere, your waist, your stomach, your arms, it has no limits. but every morning kazuha likes to inhale your scent - the scent of the sheets with the mix of your shampoo that you used when you showered the previous night. he smiles, stupidly in fact. you ask him what he's so happy about first thing in the morning but he told you to not mind it and just continue sleeping - you have more than enough time, anyways.

xiao being the one who yawns a lot. which makes you yawn with him too. he's sprawling on the bed, arms out and staring at the ceiling as he tries not to fall asleep again. you sit at your side of the bed, stretching until he pulls you back under the covers. xiao's arms wrapped around you and he soon falls asleep with you in his arms.

albedo being the one who's already so romantic first thing in the morning. he just couldn't help it, he felt so lucky to have you. he felt lucky that he gets to wake up with you every morning. albedo's hands made its way onto yours and locked your fingers together, pressing a small kiss on your knuckles. you were already awake but you decided to seem like you're still sleeping so he can have his little moment.

scaramouche being the one who seems so peaceful while he sleeps. he'd usually have that sadistic smile or that scowl on his face on a daily basis. but with you he shows more facial expressions, positive ones. a small curve of his lips as he watched you cook every morning for your breakfast, an expression of fear when he checks if you're injured, scaramouche expresses himself more when he's with you. but you love it the most when he looks so peaceful sleeping.