#amber fluff

"no, it's as snug as a bug!" you replied, watching him have a sigh of relief. "okay, let me lace up the other one. is it too tight or is it okay like this one?" he pointed at the already-laced shoe.

"it's fine! are we able to be on the ice now?" you asked. ajax looked at the rink, walked to the ice and pretended to pull out a detective magnifying glass, before confirming a 'yes'. he likes to call himself the ice inspector because he was considered the best of doing so. or at least that's what his parents had told him. when he was little.

you guys were finally on the ice. unlike the girl in blue skating on the ice like she was born to and dancing so gracefully, you were like bambi. childe was teaching you to push on the other sides like a zig zag and as you were attempting just that. you lost your balance and fell on the ice. it hurts like hell but hey at least you have ice under you. "that was not as 'easy' as you made it sound, ajax." you huffed out, dramatically crossing your arms.

childe tried not to laugh as he took off his scarf and wrapped around you, you were snug again. "don't be so butthurt. it's easier for me because i grew up with it. take my hand and i'll guide you through it, okay?" he offered his hand to you, and you took it just before you two ended up interwinted on the ice. childe couldn't just help but laugh just a little bit and you joined in too.

"let's skate for real this time."

"agreed."

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ayaka

you giggled with glee when you called your friends for a debriefing session as soon as possible. it was morning at the cat's tail with kaeya and nilou. "guys, i have a date with THE kamisato ayaka." you said, sipping your coffee. nilou gasped as kaeya rolled his eyes,

"did you really or did you have another dream again?"

"NO. it's for real this time, kae! kamisato and i. on an ice-skating date. this afternoom." you replied smugly. of course, it gets oddly silent whenever you say something big to your friends which only means one thing. they are second guessing you.... again.

nilou quirked a brow, "ice skating?" you hummed in confirmation, "yes, lulu, ice skating!" she stirred her hot chocolate with a stick as kaeya sipped his orange juice loudly, drawing your attention to him, "name, do you even know how to ice skate? last time we ice skated together, you hit the crevice of the rink, fell to your face and cried."

"in my defense, i was four when that happened. annnd yes, i do know how." nilou and kaeya shared a knowing look together before looking at you. "okay, i don't! but i kinda sort of lied to ayaka and said i do have experience with it..."

"oh my god." kaeya said with desperation as nilou pinched her nose bridge. "what if i ball it and she would never know."

nilou replied, "miss kamisato is really talented in that field, name. she would definitely know."

"for real?"

"yes."

--

it was noon, you still don't know how to skate, and you don't know how to tell ayaka that you were lying to her. thank god, the rink was inside a building instead of being outside. in a corner you saw a ginger offering his hand to his date, giggling, and you pray to have a moment like that with ayaka. across from that couple was ayaka, dressed in baby blues and whites, skating gracefully like a princess. you glanced at her in awe, she is so pretty. the word 'pretty' couldn't describe ayaka as her beauty can be like the fresh snow or something. you aren't really a person with good words but gosh, ayaka is so pretty.

you called out her name as she was twirlling on the ice, she stopped with a clean finished, specks of ice flew off her white ice skates. she saw you and smiled, skating her way near the rink, "hello, name, are you ready?"

"not quite, um, can you help me with my shoes?" you asked as she nodded. "it would be my pleasure." she opened the gate and walked with you to one of the benches stationed outside of the rink. you opened your bag and realized, you forgot kaeya's your shoes! ayaka noticed you looked lost while looking in your bag, "did you not bring your own shoes, or did you forget since you had have skated before?"

shit, you forgot you lied that you were the better ice skater than kaeya even though it was the opposite. "um, i forgot, i haven't skated in a while and my skates were pretty old and tarnished-" you started to whisper, "-because kaeya keeps stealing it."

she chuckled, "really?"

"really."

--

after ayaka helped you lace up your shoes, it was time to shine. but also known as, time to ball and hope ayaka doesn't notice. however, little did you know that ayaka already knew you didn't skate. especially when kaeya was one of her ice-skating buddies in the club. it didn't matter though since she was finally able to have a date with you despite your obliviousness to her advances.

amber

when amber said, "i know a place.", you didn't expect her to bring you into an excluded place in dragonspine that wasn't overran by abyss mages and other mobs. it was cold for sure, and you weren't sure how amber wasn't cold in her mini skirt. the evergreen trees were reaching for the skies and there was even a rock shaped like hearts. amber picked it up and said, this is us. you laughed and agreed.

once you guys ended up at the right place, a frozen over pond about 2 times bigger than the ponds you had seen in mondstadt. she pulled you into a hug and then told you a disclaimer, "by the way, babe, there is a teensy minor chance the lake might crack so if it is, i'll sacrifice my life for you. but seriously if it does crack, yell my name and we'll go the cat cafe and get coffee instead."

you exhaled a laugh, "okay, amber."

"awesome! now since that's said and done, let's party! but first, we need to have safety." she pulled out of her tote bag, knee pads, a helmet, another helmet, leg warmers and most importantly, pocket hand warmers. "wait, you know how to skate right? not in a kamisato ayaka or eula lawrence way but in a way where it's average but not too little like klee."

"yes, i promise you that i'm experienced in this."

"okay! we don't need the helmet then, i'll wear mine because it's baron bunny inspired, see?" she showed off the red helment with bunny ears. you nodded to gesture "yes, i do see it."

:: SUCROSE!

an absolute wreck

“pretty…what?!”

she pushes her glasses up with her knuckle and her brows furrow as her mind deciphers what you’d said

when you repeat yourself she lowers her head, her hands flying to cover her face with a whine

oh dear you’ve broken her

you watch as her face only seems to get redder under the cover of her hands, and you start to feel a bit bad

as you begin to apologize for flustering her too much, you’re taken aback as she suddenly perks up and begins to protest

“nono, you misunderstand! i…”

you smile wide when she moves to wrap her arms around your neck, pulling you into her embrace

her tone is sheepish and you rake your fingers through her hair to coax her embarrassment

“i really like that name…”

you feel her own grin against your shoulder, and you laugh at how she quietly mutters that you’re pretty too <3

:: HU TAO!

the cheekiest about it

“pretty girl? ooh, i like that one!”

her eyes sparkle at your greeting, and off instinct she wiggles her arms around your waist

her smile is too contagious, and you end up as the flustered one while she dotes on you

you hold your breath when her hands travel upwards, eventually landing to delicately cup your face

the rings adorning her fingers are cold against your skin, but as she rubs your cheeks you feel the warmth begin to cascade

“if i get to be pretty girl, don’t you think you deserve a name like that as well?”

the low tone her voice takes is befuddling enough to make you redirect your gaze, focusing on silently steadying your beating heart

one hand moves to tilt your chin, slender fingers igniting your skin with each graze as she advances on your lips

“so cute…”

:: AYAKA!

a more controlled wreck

her small smile grows a bit at your words, as does the newfound blush she’s sporting

she clears her throat as inconspicuously as she can, shaking her head thoroughly once to compose herself

“…hello to you as well, love.”

you poke fun at her, teasing in hopes of a greater reaction

with a bashful sigh, she chuckles, laying her head onto your shoulder and gazing up at you

“i-i’ve just never gotten quite used to your affections. you always find new ways to surprise me.”

her eyes hold warm adoration, the pale blues shimmering in a way that causes you to yearn, yet you’re not exactly sure what for

with a tender disposition, she cranes to glide her hand over your cheek, landing with her fingers ghosting right along your jaw

her words were quick and hushed, but you still managed to hear the “love you” she murmured against your lips before connecting them

:: BEIDOU!

uncharacteristically flustered

she’s not immune to your charm, though she’d usually respond with a quip of her own

her cheeks burn just the slightest as she quirks a questioning brow, positioning her elbow on the couch’s armrest to fully look at you

“pretty girl…? that’s new.”

her hand slowly smooths down her face, in what you assume to be an attempt at reigning the blush

her grin is toothy and proud as she playfully sizes you up, throwing her head back in a giggle when you wink at her

she pulls you on top of her relaxed form, caging you in her muscular arms as you melt into the hug

“hm, i am pretty, aren’t i?”

she leans into you, pressing a soft kiss to your neck

“call me that more often.” is sultrily whispered along the curve of your ear, and she laughs as you huff at her returned nature

thank you so much for reading !!! ily & be safe

“C’mon, c’mon, c’mon c’mon,” she urged as you took off your shoes, setting them by the wall along with hers. “I won fair and square!” You sigh, laughing as you stand back up.

Amber kicked off her boots the moment she got inside, the metal soles clattering against the wood floors. For all the activities you had planned for today, it’s impressive your partner still had so much energy. She giggled, still leaning against the wall. 

“Oh, c’mon,” you teased and took her by the hand, pulling her close so your lips were centimetres apart. “You just got home. Wouldn’t want to deprive a pretty girl of “welcome home” kisses, would we?” 

She squeaks, pulling back just enough to attempt to hide her blush. She purses her lips, trying to hold back a grin. “Yeah but… I also want to cuddle you… You said if I won the bet…”

You pressed a quick kiss to her cheek. “Of course, cuddles for the pretty girl, how could I ever deny them?” You lead her hands to your shoulders, moving your hands to her thighs and picking her up. 

She laughs, wrapping her legs around your waist. Her hands moved from your shoulders; one around the back of your neck, and the other to hold your face; the leather of her gloves soft against your skin from years of use. She kissed your forehead first, leaving a thin residue from her lip balm. Then each of your cheeks, once higher and once lower. Then again on each of your temples, and finally your lips. 

She lingered on your lips, allowing you to taste just how sweet she was. Soft, gentle yet eager, and vaguely tasting of strawberries and vanilla. Still, she pulled away far too early. She smiles, seeing you chase after her.

“C’mon… just one more?” She giggled, smug.

“Of course, kisses for the partner, how could I ever deny them?” You frown, scrunching up your face in faux annoyance. “Hehe, I guess you’ll just have to carry me to our room then. Reward you for following through on your promise, sunshine?” 

You hum in response. “Alright, I accept your offer.” 

You begin down the hall to your room, pushing the door open with your shoulder and shutting it with your foot. You set her on the bed and follow, leaning into her until she lays under you.

“There. Kisses, please.” You turn your head to face her. She smiles, obliging, kissing you again. And again, and again. The smile still on her lips is apparent. Probably rubbing off on you as well, making you smile into the kiss.

“Cuddles, then?” You roll over, pulling her with you into your arms. She giggles, snuggling closer into your chest. Her hands come up to hold your waist; her gloves catch on a seam. “Oh, these are still on?” She sighed, rolling over to sit up. You propped yourself up on your elbows, waiting for her.

Her fingers slip under the glove, hesitant.

“Could you uhm… Could you look away for a moment, please?” She mumbled. You hummed, tilting your head to the side. “I uhm… I had a lot of accidents when I was a kid. Pretty scarred up. I don’t… really like how it looks.” She looks off to the side and you notice her biting her lip.

“Amber…” pause, trying to form a sentence. You think back, realising that she’s always avoided taking off her gloves. It was a small thing, you never thought any of it. “I can look away if you want, but it’s alright, you know.” She doesn’t look up, still slouched over her hands. “I love you for you, any kind of scars or injuries won’t change that.”

She hesitates before replying, “... do you want to see them?”

“Only if you’re comfortable with it, bun. It doesn’t have to be today, but I would, eventually.” 

She sighs, shuffling around to face you. “They’re not pretty at all, but… if… if you’re sure.” She holds her hand out to you, gesturing for you to take it off. You sit up properly, crossing your legs in front of you. Carefully, you support her hand underneath her wrist and begin pulling at each of the fingertips. It came off easily, along with the softer lining.

The skin underneath was darker and, from what you could see in the moonlight, thicker. Almost leathery. The scars disappeared underneath the cuff of her sleeve, but from what you could tell, extended pretty far up her arm.

Your thumb gently ran over the back of her hand, and you watched her expression for signs of discomfort. It was more of nervousness than anything. She probably hasn’t shown many people, if she’s like this.

“It’s alright, you don’t need to be that gentle. Honestly, I’ve lost a lot of feeling in them. Like wearing a bunch of gloves stacked up on top of each other. I’m used to it now, though.” 

You set her hand down, reaching for the left hand. Repeating the process, the hand looks just about as scarred as the other, maybe just a bit more. But, farther up her arm, it looks to be a lot worse.

“Bun, if you don’t mind me asking…” She hums, looking up as you continue examining her hands. “How did you get them?” You turn over her hand in yours, running your thumb over the more prominent marks.

“Oh… It was a long time ago; when I first got my vision. And I was experimenting with making baron bunnies. Of the explosive kind, I mean. A few kinda blew up on me. Hehe…” You glanced up, noticing how she’s begun to smile again. “Pretty lame, I know. Barbara could only do so much. I still really appreciate her though! Who knows how bad it could’ve turned out without her help.” You smile at her words, bringing up her hand to kiss her wrist.

“I think I quite like them,” you say. “They’re part of you, after all. And I like you a lot, so. Heh.” You turned it over, continuing to press kisses to the uneven skin.

“You… really don’t mind them?”

“Of course not, bun.” You let her hand go, looking back up at her. “Thank you for feeling comfortable enough to show me.” One corner of her lips quirk up, and she looks back down at her hands. Following suit, a faint blush appears on her cheeks.

“Of course. I trust you…”

You open your arms to her, gesturing. “Did you still want those cuddles, bun?” She giggles, crawling into your arms.