— sleeping habits and positions with their special one;
[note.] — I know the harbingers already got the semi sleeping related scenarios with wake up, buttercup... but if soft as slumber will get me back to writing, I say it's a good sacrifice. SANDRONE DEBUT BTW I LOVE HER SO MUCH.
capitano himself needs little to no rest, like actually. he chooses to sleep to be close to you (and maybe provide protection, if there ever arrives the need for it.). but, if he ever were to make any requests — it’s to sleep light. there’s just something suffocating about heavy bedding. not to mention, he can substitute for the missing heat.
hold his hand, have your head on his chest, be a full on starfish. do whatever you please. capitano will have you sleep through the night regardless, especially if you’re a moving sleeper. you ain’t moving an inch once he has you in his embrace.
── 𝐝𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐞
either sleeps eighteen hours a day or wakes up after half hour, there’s no in between for dottore. yes, he will retire to bed with you, but falling asleep is different territory. it’s just that his brain is too active all the time, sleeping included.
when he does indeed transform into a cat to replenish his energy, he wants the best. dottore might say he needs just the basics, but you have not seen the fluffiest of the blankets in months. that’s gotta say something.
── 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐢𝐧𝐚
could probably sleep anywhere, as long as she has you by her side. it’s very relaxing for her to have the soft accompaniment of your heartbeat as she’s humming to tire herself out. head on your chest, she is the biggest fan.
prefers to have the room be cold, by a long shot. maybe some lavender essential oils to calm the space down? only if you’re willing and not allergic. she wants nighttime to be a relaxing time for both of you. getting a skylight is definitely on her bucket list — ah, pretty stars…
── 𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐨
as fascinating as it is, nighttime is the major cause of conflicts between you and arlecchino. she just won’t go to bed. her strictness with herself makes it difficult to retire before everything on the task list is checked of. so, if she’s never in bed, the preferences are all yours.
also not the biggest on affection once she’s laying down. arlecchino considers her nails too sharp to allow for uncontrollable handholding, same with embracing you from behind. I guess sleeping close side-by-side it is.
── 𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐞
if we’re speaking technicalities, sandrone does not need much. perhaps a little bit of cushiness to have her joints not lock up, that’s all. on the other hand, her preferences have resulted in you having one of the most delightful of beds in the whole wide world — pillows, blankets. you name it, it’s there — including a tiny pulonia plush.
it’s actually quite heavy for her to scooch over during the night. as unfortunate as it is, she simply has to resort to you doing all the work. please do, she requires it as much as her morning coffee.
── 𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞
the obvious maximalism of bedding choice aside, the bigger mystery is how pantalone cannot fall asleep unless there’s some sort of noise in the background. he’ll entertain any of your wishes in regards to proximity preferences, but you’re dealing with a record player in the corner of the room in exchange.
retires to bed early and stays in there as much as possible. he’ll stop you from getting him up in the tightest of hugs. if you can’t get up, neither can he… or something like that.
── 𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐚
honestly, kind of a nightmare. ajax is quite the vivid sleeper and he moves A TON. not to mention he’s constantly too warm. turning the heating down did nothing, same with getting that special bedding that has the cold side.
well, the second one might’ve failed because ajax will snuggle you like his life depends on it. handholding is simply not enough, he has to breathing in the scent of your shampoo or else he won’t fall asleep ever… and tired childe gets even more unhinged than his usual self.
— because 'I love you' does not have to be spoken through words;
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── 𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐮𝐠𝐚
illuga may worry too much for his good. yes, you’re rational and fully capable of taking care of yourself. it’s not his fault his bones itch in rage every time you neglect your own health. be it not dressing appropriately for the weather, not drinking enough water or even going to bed too late. but all in all, he does it out of love.
you’re in a rush. not only did your alarm decide to screw you over, so did the coffee pot. those mornings are the worst, especially when it’s cold as fuck. all those talks about global warming and yet the stupid season of unliveable temperatures persist.
the keys are almost in your hand when they disappear right in front of your eyes. ‘come now,’ illuga turns you around — unzipped coat, no scarf or hat and all that jazz. ‘you’re not going out like that.’ ‘I’m running late…’ you sigh. there’s no way you’ll make it in time now.
and illuga would rather have you not sick for the next two weeks, he ponders, tying your scarf into one of those aesthetic bows. surprisingly very warm.
as much as he’d love to potentially nurse you back to health, not getting sick in the first place is high up on his list of ways to protect his loved ones. ‘illuga, let me go already…’ you try and break yourself out of his fussing embrace, to no avail. ‘I’ll drive you if you need to be there this badly.’
with a haphazardly thrown outfit (an unzipped coat, this hypocrite.) and a small bag taken from the kitchen, the two of you are out. just don’t ask why your partner made you some nutritious breakfast and a warm beverage instead of getting you up early.
── 𝐟𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐬
a gentleman through and through. if we had to recount every single way kyryll intends to prove you’re his cherished one, we’d be here for centuries; as for his favourite, well, hm… the trinkets, probably? there’s this saying where ‘every journey comes with a souvenir’ — your partner makes sure to bring you something special every time.
‘I hope they’re to your liking, darling.’ kyryll’s smile is almost bashful as he hands you a wrapped package. ‘oh, you shouldn’t have…’ and yet, flins will gift you something in the nearby future. not out of obligation, but of pure want.
the delicate paper rips at the slightest pressure, revealing a small canvas with pressed flowers. ‘they’re forget-me-nots, right?’ you ask, running your fingers along the frame. you roll your eyes slightly. how could you even forget a person like your partner. remembrance.
off with its other companions it goes. not because you don’t appreciate it, heavens, no. it’s just for space convenience. the cabinet is bursting at its seams. it has been for so long. knick-knacks, pressed flowers, jewellery of all sorts — all because flins couldn’t stop thinking of you. it’s so… sweet, at its finest.
given how this man just breaths the unhealthy habit of disappearing out of nowhere, for god knows how long, it eases your nerves. that, despite being swarmed with his duties, he makes the time to think of you.
and, besides, you might jump on the bandwagon of small but thoughtful gifts. a gatherer such as kyryll will absolutely appreciate the thought back. there is a second cabinet for such reason.
— just two men in glasses who have a very, very clingy partner
this set of scenarios was requested by @umapyoiii
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── 𝐛𝐚𝐢𝐳𝐡𝐮
more than welcomes your affectionate nature. but, as with everything in life, he has some boundaries.
first of all, do not hug him while at work. not only does he carry scalpels that could injure you, but he’s trying to be professional for his patients. after hours? go right ahead… but do mind not to squeeze too hard — that’s where the second boundary comes in.
baizhu already has the tendency to cough or feel lightheaded from his condition, and feeling like his lungs get squished to death will not ease either. so if you could contain your excitement and overflowing love until he’s sat, he’d be most pleased.
── 𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞
oh the greedy, greedy man. a glutton for both riches and affection. pantalone does not care how busy he is, he will make time in his busy day to entertain your need for love. it’s like looking in the mirror. yes, he is annoying everyone around because, shut the fuck up pantalone, you’re already obnoxious — you don’t have to be blabbering and showing off your partner either.
it’s just something so whimsical about getting to hug your partner, being covered by a blanket-like coat and just existing. getting these other stuck-ups (pulcinella, you know it’s especially that old man) muttering under their breaths is just a cherry on top.
to dahlia, live is about enjoying it to the fullest. the two of you have been long-time companions, be it for drinking or watching chaos unfold. with his preference for the whimsical life, it seemed like even the mere thought of settling down to pursue a relationship was unrealistic.
the day it hit him wasn’t even anything special. sermon in the morning followed by some errands with you during the midday. maybe it was the season of windblume that finally knocked the realisation into dahlia’s head as he realised he could do this forever. be it chasing cats or having a cheeky laugh — you were the only constance the blond wished for in his life.
btw, do not tell venti that dahlia likes you more than him because he will get sulky af okie byeeeee
── 𝐬𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐬
fell harder.
not at all surprising, given sethos’ specific upbringing. a menace he was even as a child, but the entire deal with becoming the next leader of temple of silence and the rite of duels, did do it’s on his psyche. it’s wasn’t until later in life he realised that a dear friend of his should be read as more than a friend.
who’d knew all needed for this realisation was a tad bit of jealousy. sumeru city is a vast town, with people from every corner of teyvat — some of those not realising that being too friendly can be problematic. like that one merchant who was set on trying to woo you into buying his goods. that guy should be lucky a threat of an arrow to the eye was the only one.
── 𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐮𝐠𝐚
fell first.
illuga considers himself to be good at reading people and their intentions. so while yes, he was the first one to realise his feelings, a love at first sight it was not. first words, however? now that’s more likely what happened. or maybe like that thing where eventually you’ll fall for them.
just from the first words you uttered, illuga could feel like he would be gone in a nick of time. there was just something about yourself, that had him drawn in. like your whole existence was akin to a sunny day in the middle of rain season. that very feeling the man would more than hope to return to, time and time again.
well, all illuga could do in the meantime was to hope you reciprocated his feelings… however long that would take.
— what the balladeer is like with his biological daughter
content warnings: very obviously PLATONIC; fem!reader implied given the initial prompt; uh, pre-character development of wanderer scara I suppose? but also not rly.
this scenario was requested by anon!
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── 𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐞
It’s as simple as a game of ping-pong… If you even manage to see Scaramouche during the day. According to ‘everyone’, it’s a matter of his delegated tasks being never ending, yet something at your body itches — whispering the doubts of being the real cause for the distance.
On the other hand, when the veil is off, the gentle nature appears. There’s that one specific melody that serves as the background for your dreams. And, credit where credit is due, you’ve have been trained first hand in some of the ancient sword-dancing techniques.
Over the years, the relationship might turn for the better. As long as the majority of your interactions stay after-hours (less blackmail, the better), the two of you might have a gossip night over some tea.
a set sleeping schedule with this one is a miracle. don’t get albedo wrong, he’s trying. it’s just that the art of knowledge waits for no one, the scientists included. with his… ‘situation’, sleep is the least he can sacrifice to discover the world. that does mean, however, that the blond tends to doze off during the daytime — in a secluded and nicely warmed spot, preferably.
if you’re lucky enough to fall asleep with him, you’re met with pretty much a stiff board. how albedo falls asleep is how he wakes up. what you’re getting is at most some hand-holding, nothing more… sorry.
── 𝐝𝐢𝐥𝐮𝐜
diluc’s secretive identity is not the sole thing holding him from getting sleep. for all the talks about needing enough rest to perform well, he is a hypocrite. most of his business happens at night — bookkeeping, stock counting and so-on. allegedly the silence of the night lets him focus better, but let’s be honest, he just doesn’t want to be nagged for ignoring his own rules.
work must be finished at some point. from under the covers, damn, what a furnace. his body heat does enough to disregard the existence of multiple of the manor’s fireplaces. good for you, use it well. also, remember to stroke his hair!
── 𝐝𝐚𝐡𝐥𝐢𝐚
dahlia is the unfortunate soul, who has to wake up bright and early on a daily basis. his duties pretty much dictate his sleeping hours — the more, the merrier. and if he has to cut his exciting evenings short, you best believe he will have the best sleeping quarters; his pillows are so fluffy, they’re to die for.
surprisingly, kind of a nightmare to sleep with. dahlia tosses and turns, sometimes falling off the bed entirely. and if he’s forced to sleep on the ground, you best believe you’re down there with him. in his eyes, if his back is killing him, so should yours. cheeky bastard.
── 𝐤𝐚𝐞𝐲𝐚
night owl 100%. he loves to spend the silent time on just existing. there’s something soothing in being able to be alone with your thoughts for some time. he has to be responsible and manage his time wisely, sadly — he won’t be as productive if he’s falling asleep standing up.
another one who cares deeply about the quality of his sheets. if you’re wanting to invest into your health, maintaining your bedding is very important. secondary is choosing an ideal position to sleep with his darling in. prefers to hug you from behind so you won’t pout when falling asleep alone.
── 𝐯𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐚
listen. the majority of his commitments require him to waking up bright and early. he’s more lenient with sleeping in on weekends, but when there’s training to be done, varka is very strict. has to overcompensate for going bed late with all the drinking he indulges himself in.
when I say his chest was made to be a pillow. better than synthetic memory foam ones that cost an arm and a leg. given this mutual agreement, the blond’s delegated to sleeping on his back with you on your side, but doesn’t mind when you switch it up for some cuddling.
── 𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢
ironic how he’s allergic to cats, when he’s practically one of them. can and will fall anywhere possible, disregarding his own safety. trees are his worst offence, because then you have a pouting venti with a bruised back. with this in mind, arrange the bed preferences to your own — venti will follow suit.
very strict on cuddling. as far as he’s concerned, the relationship has the clause where he gets to be the little spoon as often as he desires. can switch occasionally if convinced nicely, but then his hair is tickling your nose. yes, he does it with premeditation and he’s not sorry.
