#fa;sleicmas;efa soft keiji i'm so fucking soft

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self-indulgent akaashi comin’ through -- we love escapism!!! and also we were talking about love languages in the dc server, so that fueled this too.

summary: keiji likes doing things with and for you. it’s as simple as that. (little women spoilers? and unedited, sorry)

genre: fluff. that’s it, just spoons of fluff. 

wc: ~1.2k

it isn’t uncommon to be awakened by keiji’s touch, be it a kiss on the cheek or a squeeze around your waist. when your eyes creak open, your first sight is either the gentle smile on your fiance’s face or the bedroom wall, but the common factor is usually the sunlight that streams through the window. 

this time, you feel keiji laying soft kisses on your neck and shoulder blades. you hum in pleasure but feel confusion as the room is still swamped in darkness. rays of moonlight peak through the curtains and you wonder -- “what time is it?”

“it’s early,” keiji murmurs into your skin. “sorry to wake you love, but we should get up. you can sleep in the car.”

“where are we going?” you slur before stretching to the fullest, then collapsing back against the sheets. keiji’s already changing, albeit into a soft, navy long-sleeve and dark grey sweatpants. wherever you’re going at this ungodly time clearly doesn’t have a dress code. you’ve only managed to sit upright and rub your eyes when keiji kneels in front of you with your own clothes. his fingers are cold when they slide under your sleep camisole, making you shiver as he lifts the clothing over your head and sliding on one of your large, soft sweaters. you try to help out by sliding your shorts from underneath you, finally standing on the ground to shimmy your way into a pair of leggings that he got you last christmas. the possibility of bad morning breath doesn’t stop him from kissing you tenderly before leading you to the bathroom.

you must’ve blacked out for the next ten minutes because you’re suddenly in the passenger seat, watching keiji buckle you in and then himself. he places an arm on your seat as he backs out of his parking spot, looking over his shoulder even though there was a slim possibility of anyone else being around at -- now looking at the clock on the car -- roughly 4 in the morning. he maneuvers the steering wheel back around with the palm of his hand, laying his other on your thigh. your eyes still feel bleary as they fixate on the thumb rubbing back and forth.

“so where are we going?”

“it’s a surprise. you can go back to sleep, i can still you’re still trying to stay awake.”

“don’t wanna make you drive a whole ton without me to keep you company,” you try to argue over a yawn. keiji nearly coos at the sight of you covering your mouth with a sweater paw, his heart fluttering at the reminder that he’s going to marry you eventually. 

“it’s okay love, really. i’ll wake you up when we’re there.”

about an hour and a half later, you feel the car slowing down, tires trembling over loose rocks and concrete. keiji pulls in and shifts the gear into park, turning off the engine and looking over at you. “good morning, beautiful,” he greets and attempts to smooth down some of your mussed strands. you crinkle your nose before leaning over the console to give him a quick peck on the lips. 

being the gentleman that he is, keiji rushes out of his side so he can open the door for you, holding out a hand for you to take as you step out. he doesn’t relinquish his hold on his way to the trunk, popping it open for you to see the necessary items. he only lets you carry once tote bag while he gets the other two, and it’s only when he shuts the lid that you finally take a look at your surroundings. 

“oh.”

the look of awe and wonder on your face is everything to him. he tugs slightly on your joined digits in the direction of pale beige granules, eyeing you as you take in scattered clouds in the distance. the breeze begins to pick up and you’re glad that keiji had the foresight to stuff you in your current sweater. it’s not deathly cold, just a slight chill if anything that will warm up as time goes by. your sandals sink into the earth, but it holds your weight as keiji finds a good viewing spot. from one tote, he unveils a large grey towel and lays it on top of the sand. he slips off his sandals and you follow suit, but as he sits down, you’re unsure of where to sit. the towel isn’t quite wide enough to sit side-by-side -- but keiji has his legs spread and a hand patting the area between them. you understand immediately what he wants you to do.

keiji’s body is warm, inviting, and protective as you lean against his chest. in turn, he presses against your back and weaves his arms around above your chest, chin resting on your left shoulder. the both of you are comfortable and finally ready to appreciate everything before you.

“you’ve always said you wanted to see the sunrise by the ocean,” he quips into your ear. you can’t help but turn your head to give him a kiss of gratitude on the cheek, nuzzling back into his chest and holding onto his crossed forearms. “especially when it’s not too hot, not too cold, and when there are still a lot of clouds.”

“we’re finally having our jo and beth moment,” you chuckle. rays of honey and fire begin to illuminate the sky, prying through the gray and cotton wisps. the sound of the crashing ocean waves become your lullaby as keiji returns your kiss.

“except you’re not dying and we’re not siblings,” he points out teasingly and laughter bubbles in your chest. 

“does that mean you’ll read me things you’ve written?”

“if you’d like.”

“i like it when you read to me.”

“your wish is my command,” he replies semi-dramatically, reaching over to the nearest tote with an arm and fishes around. a few seconds later, he pulls out the black leather journal that you gifted him for his birthday, his initials imprinted on the front. you hold your hands in a v-shape to serve as a temporary easel when he flips through the pages, locating a good starting point. your eyes fixate on mother nature before you, and you let keiji paint images with his words. 

sunrises and sunsets are quick, fleeting. they are most beautiful at their first and last breaths, and having keiji read his own works to you, ones that he still feels insecure about publishing and only shares with you, makes the moment all the more intimate and special. you wish there was a way to stop time and immortalize this memory, but alas, humans cannot be allowed such selfishness. 

even when keiji stops reading and removes the journal from your hands, you stay quiet. he also spends this time to bask in how perfect everything feels now.

“are you really marrying me?” keiji whispers into your ear after a few minutes of comfortable silence. 

“if you’ll have me,” you sing back softly, twisting to meet his gaze. they drink you in with softness and pure, unadulterated admiration, and you wonder what you did in your previous life to have such a man in this one. 

his response is everything to you, and you absolutely can’t wait to spend the rest of your years with him.

“always.”

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