Hello can I ask for Wriothesley, Ifa, and Thoma x male reader (who's the traveler)? Just some sfw of sleeping together for the first time in the same bed. As the guys get ready for bed they see reader's hair down for the first time. Also can you add on some head canons of the guys braiding reader's hair in the morning? Thank you for your time!
Sleeping in the same bed for the first time with Wriothesley, Ifa, and Thoma
A/n: Male! reader who is the Traveler. He isn't ever named as Aether and I tried to leave the appearance pretty ambiguous!
Warnings: Miscommunication in Thoma's, maybe a small innuendo in Wriothesley's, mention of Saurian poaching and abuse in Ifa's. Let me know if there is anything else!
Wriothesley
Exploration is the name of the game for you. Traveling from nation to nation, figuring out puzzles, happening upon quests, it’s all in a day's work for a Traveler. Your sleep schedule? You didn’t have one. You often stayed up late, wandering around and hunting for treasure. You had the intention to hunt around the Fortress of Meropide for treasure when Wriothesley found you.
The Fortress is made of metal, and he’s got pretty well-trained ears. No matter how nimble you are on your feet, your steps could still be heard pummeling against the metal. It was a sound he knew well. He gave you a knowing look.
“Good evening, your Grace.” You greeted, your smile strained. Although treasure hunting was your trade of choice, something you found easy, getting caught was never fun. Even by a good friend (?).
The playfully scolding look he was giving you didn’t make it any easier.
“Traveler…when I offered you a room in the Fortress, I hope you know I intended for you to sleep in it.”
You waved him off, avoiding his gaze. “Ah, your Grace, sleep is for the weak.” You quipped, your hand coming up to cover your mouth, stifling a yawn.
“Sleep is for the tired.” He countered, gently taking your hand in his. He lifted his other hand to your dreary eyes, brushing his thumb under your eye, surely pointing out a dark circle you hadn’t noticed before. “And you, good sir, are very tired.”
It was true. You were tired. Tired of endlessly searching for a sibling that apparently wanted nothing to do with you, tired of getting dragged into random problems, and tired because you haven’t slept in more than 24 hours.
Since you were so tired, you didn’t protest as he gently led your head to rest against his chest. He smelled good. Very good. Were you being creepy by sniffing him? You hoped he didn’t notice. You felt your eyes drooping already. They widened again when he suddenly picked you up.
He was quick to silence any protests, easily countering each of them. “Too heavy? Are you calling me weak?” “You can walk on your own? So can I. And I can walk with you too.” He was infuriating.
As he carried you, he asked you if you wanted to sleep with him. He was, of course, quick to clarify that he just meant in his bed. He reasoned that the prison beds weren’t the most comfortable, that you would sleep better in his bed. You just chuckled at first. It was very in character of him to ask you so bluntly. You couldn’t help but wonder if it was because he knew you’d say yes.
His bedroom was connected to his office, making it nice and convenient to return to his duties when needed.
For all the talk of you being tired, he wasn’t letting you fall asleep that easily. He insisted you need to get ready for bed. You scolded him in turn, telling him that he needed to as well. Thus, what would become a nighttime routine began.
He tried to get you to drink some tea. Instead, you made him not drink tea.
You helped each other wash each other’s faces and he lent you some clothes that he insisted were far comfier than what you usually wore to bed.
His shirt smelled like him. It was the first thing you noticed as you pulled the garment over your head. You supposed it was only natural. It was his shirt. Who else was it supposed to smell like? Would it smell like you when you gave it back to him? Would he hold it to his nose, take a deep breath and feel comforted? The thought made you smile a bit.
You and Wriothesley were what you would consider friends by now. But there was always an offer of something more that lingered between you. You noticed it in the way your eyes often met his, how he smiled whenever he saw you, how he shared his past with you…oh and how he looked at you.
It was terrifying how he looked at you. He was looking at you now, sitting on his bed. You were unbraiding your hair, letting it fall loose over your shoulder. It occurred to you then that Wriothesley had never seen you with your hair down before. You turned your gaze to where he was lingering across the room, looking at you. The way he looked at you…terrifying. It made you feel things. Things you didn’t know how to deal with at all.
The tiredness really hits you when you lay down. You didn’t want to go to bed just yet. How on earth could you just fall asleep when the most gorgeous man ever is lying beside you? You wanted to talk! Before you could he put his hand over your mouth. You were tired enough, he insisted, no more stalling.
Still, he talked. He was tired too, you could tell, but he was trying to talk you to sleep. Still, you were fighting to stay awake. What really knocked you out was when he asked permission to play with your hair? He played with it, promised to help you straighten it out in the morning after he mussed it so much, it made you fall asleep very quickly.
Now is the right time for a relationship in your life. Still, with Wriothesley, you let yourself pretend for a night.
Ifa
Saurian poachers were the worst of the worst. You didn’t know how anyone could stare into the eyes of such noble creatures and view only a source of profit. Especially the babies! If there was a Hell, you hoped there was a special place reserved for such scum down there. You were able to foil their plot with ease, leaving them unconscious and tied up for the local tribe members to discover. You had no time to deal with them and take them away yourself.
Some of the poor Saurians were hurt, you had to help them. Ifa was your best bet. You were in the Flower-Feather Clan’s territory, so Ifa was your best bet to help them out. He also happened to be the best Saurian vet you knew, so that was an extra plus. You knew the Saurians would be in good hands.
Most of them were okay to walk or fly on their own, despite their injuries slowing them down quite a bit, but some of the babies were too weak. You had hoped their parents would be strong enough to carry them, but unfortunately the poachers had done a lot of damage. You took on the role of carrying the babies.
Unfortunately, the babies still had claws and teeth. When holding onto you, their claws would dig into your skin, drawing blood. You knew they didn’t mean to hurt you, but damn they had a tight grip. You were grateful to get to the clinic for the Saurians sake, but also so you didn’t have to worry about your own injuries.
The work didn’t stop when you got to Ifa. You were terrified for the fate of the poor creatures, so you offered to help in any way you could. Ifa wasn’t one to shy away from help when he needed it, so naturally he took you up on your offer.
You two were on your feet for hours, having to call in some villagers to help you out with smaller things. Ifa called some other vets to help too. This was a huge mess, the poor creatures. It took around 15 hours of straight work to get each and every creature in stable condition, no casualties. What a relief.
By the end of it, you and Ifa were lying beside each other, face up on the ground, groaning.
You didn’t know Ifa incredibly well, your travels in Natlan didn’t often have you crossing paths with him. You supposed that was a good thing, that means you hadn’t encountered any hurting Saurians. He was a good person though, very trustworthy. And, obviously, he seemed to trust you a great deal to be able to help with all this. He was a very blunt dude, you knew he would’ve kicked you out if he thought you would be in the way.
You had saved nations, fought countless battles, exhaustion was no stranger to you. Still, you felt as if you could sleep forever after this day. Somewhere along, you had sent Paimon to go stay with Chasca, not wanting her to see all of these Saurians in pain. You supposed that you should go and collect her soon, but you didn’t think you could get up right now.
Ifa, by the looks of him, probably felt the same. His hat and coat had been discarded long ago; he looked beat up…but triumphant. He had a small smile on his lips, obviously happy that he was able to save each and every one of the Saurians today. Huh…he was kinda cute when he smiled.
“Thank you…” He mumbled, turning his tired eyes to you. Before he could say what, you assumed he wanted to say, his eyes widened. He was staring at you. You chose to ignore it. If there was something on your face, you didn’t care. “You’re hurt…why didn’t you…how did I not…Bro! That could get infected!” He squawked, his voice cracking towards the end of his sentence as he got more worried.
Oh yeah. You had completely forgotten about the claw marks from earlier. They weren’t really a priority at the moment, too busy with the Saurians. He was the same, you figured, probably too busy with the Saurians to realize the blood on you wasn’t the Saurians, but yours. Meh. You had powered through worse, tis’ but a flesh wound after all.
You tried to tell him that, but he wasn’t having it. Him forcing you to get off of the floor was probably a lot more painful than the wounds themselves were, nooooo. You were so tired, you were almost asleep on the floor, why’d he have to wake you up? It was very rude.
The wounds weren’t bad. You doubted you would’ve been able to go the whole day untreated if they were really that bad, but you agreed that you should probably avoid infection.
He was able to lead you to what seemed like a storage room, it had all sorts of medical supplies there. Ifa was already in the “Doc mode” as you had secretly named it. He was a delightfully casual kinda guy, but once it came to his patients, he was as serious as ever. It seemed that you were not one of his patients.
He treated your wounds carefully. He explained, as he worked, that he wasn’t a human doctor, but he had gotten slashed by a stray claw or beak enough to know how to treat minor wounds.
A silence had overtaken the room as you allowed Ifa to clean your wounds, wrapping them. Not only did you want to preserve his concentration, but you were also too tired to speak. You usually let Paimon do the talking for you, it had been a while since you had spoken for so long. The silence, however, was broken by Ifa’s mumbling.
“Bro…how the heck are you so pretty?” He seemed to be done with your wound, instead touching your hair. Oh wow…this bro really was tired if he was doing things like this. You didn’t try to deter him; however, you were tired too. Plus, you couldn’t help but soak up the complement, puffing out your chest slightly as he played with your hair.
You hadn’t noticed it before, but somewhere along in the day, your hair had gotten loose. Ifa was certainly making the most of the opportunity to play with it a bit.
“I don’t know bro…” You bantered. “Why don’t you tell me? You’re prettier.” What was some shameless flirting between friends? It took Ifa a moment to truly process your words, slowly blinking.
“Huh?”
Oh yeah, he was out of it. Seeing as you were, seemingly, the more awake of you two, you took the responsibility of getting you both to bed.
“Come on big guy. Looks like we’re spending the night.” You led Ifa by the arm to the treatment room of the clinic. He had mentioned that he wanted to stay there throughout the night in case one of the Saurians woke up in pain. You didn’t want to leave him here to handle this alone…it was a lot for one man.
You weren’t going to lie to yourself; you wanted to be there in the morning to tease him about his comment too. Teyvat called you a hero, really though you could be quite devilish.
You threw some pillows on the ground and laid him down on them. It wasn’t the most sanitary, but you doubted he cared about that right now. You were about to leave him to go make your own little bedding before he gave you a look. You knew that look very well…the same look you gave your sibling every time you managed to find her.
“Don’t leave.”
You didn’t leave him. You laid beside him and fell asleep.
Thoma
Your teapot was a mess. Multiple locations at this point, tons of decorations, it was impossible for one person to keep it all clean. Even with Tubby’s help, it was just too much. Especially with the number of visitors you welcomed to your home, the mess never left. You were at one of Thoma's knitting lessons when you mentioned it offhandedly to him.
These lessons were solo, just him and you. He was teaching you how to make a sweater after you were complaining of how cold Dragonspine could be. This was a cycle. You mentioned or jokingly complained about something and Thoma tried his hardest to fix it for you. It was a good quality, but one you hoped wouldn’t lead to his downfall one day.
Thus began Thoma’s position as your unofficial househusband. Cleaning your teapot was no easy task and it wouldn’t just take one day. Still, you both worked as efficiently as you could. Thoma was the lead on this operation, he was better at cleaning.
It made you feel warm and fuzzy, kind of like he really was your husband. You were hesitant to call what you had with Thoma a relationship. Neither of you had asked each other to be each other’s boyfriend formally, so what were you? You had held hands with him, went on (what you were sure were) dates with him, kissed his cheek? Friends with benefits? Not in the traditional sense, the farthest you had gone was the aforementioned cheek kiss.
You weren’t in Inazuma a lot, especially after your travels had led you elsewhere. Was it fair to him to ask him to be your boyfriend? Were you leading him on? You were, admittedly, a coward when it came to this. You didn’t want to ask him to be your boyfriend because of your travels, but you didn’t want to stop doing the things you enjoyed with him. What a dilemma.
Thoma didn’t seem to mind too much. He happily held your hand, smiled the sweetest smile when you kissed him, and offered to help you clean your entire place while already having other cleaning responsibilities. He was so sweet.
You thought, since this was a time that he was alone with you, maybe you would ask him what he thought of all of this. By the time you worked up the courage it was already nighttime in the teapot.
You had made good progress, your Inazuman styled realm was deep cleaned. However, all of your furniture was out of place for the process. Meaning…you only had one bed available in the realm to sleep on.
“Are you sure you’re comfortable with this Thoma? You don’t have to stay in the teapot with me, you’ve been more than enough help.” You asked, carrying a couple of the freshly washed blankets to the bedroom. “Or, if you feel more comfortable, I have other realms? I have a Mondstadt inspired realm with more bedrooms?”
Thoma, chill and friendly as ever, shook his head and gave you a grin. “Traveler, you don’t have to keep worrying about me. If I didn’t want to sleep in the same bed as you, I wouldn’t be.” Oh, why did he have to say it like that? You held the blankets up higher to try and hide your heated cheeks.
“Point taken…” You mumbled, avoiding his gaze. This would be your first time sleeping in the same bed. You wondered what his thoughts were on the matter. What did this mean to him? Was this as easy as two men, two friends, sleeping in the same bed? Or did he see this as something more intimate? To calm your heart, you knew you needed to ask him. But how?
You kept a variety of sleeping clothes stocked in your teapot, in case one of your friends needed something warm to wear after a rough day. It was no issue getting things that Thoma some clothes to wear. Your home has all the amenities he may need to keep him comfortable. You felt oddly prideful about that fact, that you could care for him so well, in a way.
You tried your best to talk to him, make idle conversation as you often did. It makes you calmer. You giggled with him, reminiscing about something funny Itto had done recently, telling him stories of your adventures as you settled in for bed. As he took down his ponytail for the night, he pointed out that your hair was still up.
Your heart almost stopped when he offered to help you with it.
His fingers were gentle with your hair, unbraiding it, smoothing the tangles out. You sat still, your back turned to him, trying your best to make it easier on him.
“Don’t worry. I can help you braid it in the morning.” He whispered, his breath close to your ear, making you shiver. “If you want me to, of course. I wouldn’t say I’m the best, and my hair isn’t as long as yours, but I’ve got some good exper-”
“-Thoma…what are we?” You hadn’t meant to be so blunt about it, nor had you meant to word it that way. That was, quite literally, the worst way you could’ve asked him. You felt his hand stop in your hair. Yeah…you fucked up.
“...What do you mean? We’re dating, aren’t we? You’re my boyfriend, right? Are you…are you not?” He removed his hands from your hair, backing away from you, maybe trying to give you from a distance. You whipped around, giving him a shocked look.
“You never asked? And I never asked? Wait, have we been dating this whole time? Is that what you thought?” You turned your body towards him, wanting to look him in the eye for this conversation. He looked sheepish, avoiding your eyes.
“I…you’re right, I guess. But you kissed me, so I kind of just assumed…it was on the cheek, but still.”
Long story short, Thoma thought you were dating the whole time. A short discussion later, you both decided that you wanted to be dating. The kind of dating that both of you knew that you were dating. You supposed he kind of had a point, you were asking like his boyfriend, so he assumed you were.
A longer discussion was definitely to be had when you both weren’t as tired. Cleaning all day was tiring, so sleep was definitely needed for both of you. You settled into bed with Thoma, tentatively reaching out to hold his hand. It was warm, slightly clammy. It reassured you to know that he was a bit nervous too.
Traveling with your sibling, traveling Teyvat…you hadn’t been in a relationship for a while. And from what you knew of Thoma, he devoted most of his time to the wellbeing of the Kamisato’s. He hadn’t dated a lot either. So…you were both rusty at this. Still, as you drifted off to sleep, you both promised that you’d help polish each other’s dating skills in no time.
Thank you for reading and requesting!
