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Language Of Love

AlHaitham X GN! Reader

“‘Italics’” = he’s speaking another language

“So.. you can speak 20 languages?”

A random conversation.

It was easy to guess how you got to this point, boredom.

Spending time with your.. acquaintance, who you may or may not have a crush on, wasn’t on your agenda today, but here you are - sitting on a chair in his office as he effortlessly scribbles down sophisticated words onto parchment.

The sound was certainly pleasing to the ears, skrch sccrch sckrch.

You had no clue what he was doing. Oh, the duty of a scribe..

Or why you even came here..

No.

You knew why you came here, to spend time with him, as a friend only. Or maybe you were less than friends. It was hard putting a label on things when it came to the emotionally stunted AlHaitham. He was almost as bad as the General Mahamatra.

You just forgot how boring spending time with him can be if he’s busy working, thus leading you to flip through one of the many books on his bookshelf.

Yeah, you quickly got bored of that too.

These weren’t story books, they were informative books. You suppose to a man like him who enjoyed learning, this was like being surrounded by candy. To you? Its like being surrounded by encyclopedias.

He probably reads encyclopedias for fun.

So here you were, starting a conversation on a little fact you heard an academia student mutter like it was a piece of gossip even though it was probably outlined somewhere.

“Yes,” The scratching of quill to paper continues even as he glances up at you for a split second, “It’s important for scholars to broaden their knowledge and fluency of languages as to not hinder important research that may be written in a different dialect.”

All of Teyvat spoke the same language, it was easy to wonder why everyone from ancient times suddenly decided to switch. Of course you wouldn’t ask him such a thing, not right now anyway.

You had a plan.

A plan to woo this man.

The many failed attempts before can not hinder you.

Smugly, you said to him, “I bet I know one language you can’t speak.”

Oh, you were already giddy.

Curiosity peaked, his scribbling halted, eyes on you, “Is that so?” He was eager to hear you answer.

Whether you were toying with him, or genuinely knew a language he could add to his list, he was willing to listen.

“Do tell.”

Clearing your throat, you sat up straight and gave him a cocky smile, “The language of love.”

You were met with silence, as expected.

He was starstruck, surely. In awe. Was he wooed?

You could easily speak up with the punchline after his response, oh!! You would say, ‘but I can teach you!!’

Oh, he’s about to respond! He’s-!

“You must be referring to the ancient Fontaine language used by higher class citizens, commonly known to scholars as the language of love due to how words would ‘roll off the tongue like silk’ when speaking it.“

–an idiot? You were gobsmacked.

And he was smirking on the inside.

“I’m surprised you know of this language, you must have learned something from one of the books you’ve flipped through in the library.”

“That’s not,”

“I can even demonstrate it for you.”

“Wait!”

You began to fluster as he indeed began speaking a language completely foreign to your ears.

He was right, the words did flow silkily. This did not make you feel any better. Your pickup line failed miserably.

“‘You are so adorable, trying to trick me like this.’”

You can’t help but pout, wondering just what he was saying.

“‘Look at you, cheeks flushed and puffed like a fish. Honestly, how am I supposed to work efficiently if you’re here distracting me.’”

“Aw come on,” You began to complain, frowning at the gloating male, “I can’t understand you, y’know.”

“‘I do wonder if you’re aware that I know you like me, you wear your heart on your sleeves, my dear,’” he smiles ever so slightly, which completely unnerves you, “‘I like you too.’”

His cheek rests on his knuckles as he leans back and observes your frustration. Oh, how happy he was you brought this up. Any chance to show off his ability and confess without you knowing is always a good opportunity.

He’d shower you in compliments and confessions in all 20 languages if he had the time, perhaps even spill secrets to your unknowing ears.

Oh, how he would like that. He could say his deepest, darkest desires and you’d only look at him with confusion.. maybe even annoyance.

The thought pleased the busy scholar.

“That’s so mean you know, am I supposed to look up your words in a dictionary or something?”

“Oh, they wouldn’t be in a dictionary.” He reaches forward and tugs at your cheek, elation swirling in his broad chest as you whine and swat at his large arm.

“Should you remind me at a later date,” when he’s finally made you his, of course, “I’ll happily tell you what I said.”

“How about right now.”

“It is not a later date, only the time has changed.” Breathing out a sigh, faking annoyance, he turns his attention back to his paperwork, picking back up his quill.

“Ok, so I can ask you tomorrow.”

“You can, however, I’m under no obligation to tell you until I want to.”

“I dislike you very much, Scribe.” You grumbled, settling back in your seat.

He chuckles to himself, “I’m sure you do, ‘sweetheart.’”

when you sleep on the couch after an argument 

alhaitham x fem!reader

2.5k words | zhongli + diluc

warnings: hurt/comfort

some would say it was inevitable that alhaithams cold and arrogant personality would catch up to your relationship. how someone as sweet and loving as you could be with someone as robotic and logical as him, people didn’t understand. but it never mattered to either of you what others thought or assumed about your relationship. you knew how you felt and how he felt in return, you didn’t need anything else. 

you also knew that even if what others said did come true, even if you were on the receiving end of cold calculating words and intimidating eyes it wouldn’t sway how you felt about him. and as you stood before him, with unshed tears clinging to your lashes, under the gaze of his indifference to what he said that caused your chest to contract painfully, you know it really didn’t change how you felt about him but that still didn’t prepare you for how much it hurt to hear him talk to you in such a way, how small it would make you feel in comparison to the genius grand scribe. 

he hadn’t yelled, hadn’t used his title to undermine you, he had hardly even blinked when the words came out and pierced your heart with daggers of ice. and yet he may as well have screamed to the whole library around you that you were fighting, that you were beneath him. those feelings wrapped around you, curling around your spine like tight tendrils oozing with black smoke that echo with his hurtful words as he towers over you with folded arms and his usual unbothered expression.

your mouth felt dry, your heart beating to a rhythm that hurt; each deep thump sending an uncomfortable ache throughout your whole body. you didn’t know how to reply, there was clearly nothing you could say that would make him understand where you were coming from right now and with every passing second you were becoming weaker to the tears threatening to spill down your cheeks. being this upset you didn’t want to cry in front of him or what felt like the whole akademiya but you couldn’t stand to have him speak to you like this for another minute without breaking down and you hardly had the will to talk back to him.

all you can manage is a choked out and quiet ‘okay’ as you turn away from him and start to head for the door leading out of the house of dena. you don’t make it far before a powerful hand from your ‘feeble’ scholar wraps around your wrist and stops you. it’s gentle enough not to hurt you but still with enough strength that you’re forced to do as he willed even if you didn’t want to.

biting the inside of your cheek, trying your damnedest to not break down and cry right here and now, you look up to meet his eyes but only get a glimpse of his stern features, those seafoam orbs with amber fire, before your vision blurs and wet warmth travels down your cheek. pushing your hand against his, you pull away from his grip and quickly wipe the few tears from your face with the back of your hand before practically running from the house of dena and out the doors of akademiya. you needed to get out of here.. try to calm down and finally catch your breath, not succumb to the suffocating unease sewing between you because if you did you swore you would drown in it.

you don’t hear him following but you don’t dare to look back to check. 

with his sharp eyes and pink lips drawn in a thin line you’d never see through the express he wore that alhaithams heart was dropping into the pit of his stomach, dragging his lungs down with it. the hurt painted all over your face, the shake of your body under his touch and as you pushed him away, the tears you tried so hard to hide from him escaping and cleansing the veil of his arrogance from his eyes.

.. had you looked this hurt the whole time? he had hardly looked up from the book he was working on until his patience snapping, wanting nothing more than silence and for you to not worry, brought him from the pages but even then he hadn’t truly seen you. at least not until you turned away and he reached for you, went to tell you that this discussion was not over but the words died on his tongue quickly because as soon as he saw you, actually saw you and heard not just the words he spewed to prove a point, to be right, he found he could hardly speak at all.

how others felt about his words or tone was hardly of his concern but when it came to you..

you’re suddenly too far away for his liking and he somehow feels like the distance you put between you was not just physical but a distance of the heart as well and he felt it growing vaster with each quick step you took. but by the time his body actually moves to go after you, a few long strides in, his voice returning to call your name, a strong grip on his cloak pulls him back and keeps him in place. 

“let her go,” kaveh voice is as annoyed with the scribe as it always is but there's an air of unusual authority around him at this very moment.

kaveh hadn’t really meant to eavesdrop or step in, it was more that he had been in the wrong place at the wrong time but it was a scene that was hard to look away from and he was full of his own dejection after watching what unfolded before him. he had never heard alhaitham speak to you like that, with cold indifference as the scribe had with many but never you. it had once baffled kaveh to see the scribe being sweet, truly and genuinely loving, towards you but this.. this threw him off even more so.

why did he stop alhaitham though? he chalks it up to being such a sucker for love and well, if he’s being honest, he quite likes what you’ve done to his roommates bad personality. he didn’t need this romantic fledgling only making things worse for himself.

“this doesn’t concern you.” alhaitham can hardly contain the sneer pulling at his lips as he forces himself out of his roommate's grasp and turns back in the direction you ran but you were nowhere to be seen now. he swallows the lump in his throat to try to calm his racing nerves, clenches his fist to keep him grounded, from losing the last bit of rationality because with every erratic pulse through his veins he feels it slipping further and further from him.

he hadn’t known the absence of you could make him so.. frantic.

“maybe not,” kaveh sneers right back. “but did you ever think that when you’re being an insufferable jerk not even y/n would want to be around you? give her some space.”

give you space.. crescent shapes dig their way into his half gloved hands the tighter he clenches his fists thanks to how much he hates that yes it makes sense that he should indeed do just that. you had left to get away from him after all, even if he detests the validity of that truth. but maybe that's what he needed too. yeah, maybe logically.. but he can’t get his heart to agree, not when it’s still sitting like a boulder at the bottom of his stomach, growing heavier by the minute at the remembrance of the hurt in your eyes and the way you ran from him-

he should go after you..

as if kaveh heard his thoughts, which is both absurd and annoying, he attempts to stop alhaitham again. “i’m sure she’ll find her way to the house once she’s ready and then you can attempt to apologize for being such a royal ass.”

it wasn’t until after he had tried to settle back into his book that he actually started to see what happened leading up to this  moment. the way he spoke to you, both his tone and his choice of words, the way your own voice wavered so many times but he still didn’t stop, as if this was some kind of debate with another scholar - and this time he turned out to be the losing fool. how he had made you cry.. the fact that for all he knows you were still crying..

he tries to swallow down the unease, running his hand through his hair, readjusting and trying to find a comfortable position in his chair, rereads the same paragraph over and over because he can’t seem to retain the information with the lingering thoughts of you in his mind but it all does nothing to help quell the storm that uncomfortably knocks against his rib cage and keeps a slight bounce to his leg. 

not a single bit of his work got done from the moment you left. he tried to brush it off like he had so many other arguments with so many others but you were not others and they had never felt like this, never had someone he cares about this much hurting from his words. 

unable to focus on anything but you, he gives up on his book and heads home early but home isn’t much better. 

while you didn’t officially live here, still having your own place in the city, you slept here every night, had drawers that alhaitham cleaned out in his dresser for your things that slowly made their way here or that he had simply bought you so you could have them no matter whose place you were at. little reminders of you lay throughout the whole house and he could hardly take his eyes off of them; your tea cup sitting on the table from when you left this morning while in a hurry, your extra pair of shoes neatly placed at the front door, your favorite fruit resting in the basket on the kitchen counter waiting to be cut up and eaten, your soft blanket and fantasy books near the couch you usually sit at. and though it wasn’t what he normally read, he couldn’t stop himself from opening up one as he waited for you to come home.

but as the sun set and not even kaveh returned, it was as though he saw every calculating chance of how he could make this up to you when you finally did come back, fall to the ground and shatter at his feet. he looks into those shards of possibility, calculating his next strategy, refusing to let them piece themselves into a prospect he didn’t want to see; one where you never called this place your home again. he was left with his head in his hands, staring at the ground beneath his feet and wanting nothing more than to kiss your forehead, remind you how precious you are to him, have your head rest against his chest and remind you that he can be aloof, even cold, but he loves you so much.

they were words he rarely shared but right now he wanted to say them to you more than ever.

he had never actually used the key that you gave him to your place. there was no need when he found you beside him always, but, knowing there is nowhere else you likely are, it now felt like a life line that reeled him into you, guiding him through the dark streets of sumeru until he was standing outside your door, the first few drops of relief finally washing over him at the light coming from your living room window.  

he swiftly unlocks your door and steps inside, headed straight for the room with the light on, where you were bound to be, your name falling from his lips only to be cut off when he finds you on the couch, sleeping as unpeacefully as he’s ever seen you. he feels the regret of not coming earlier bubbling in his stomach but pushes it down because it didn’t matter, he was here now and he was going to make it right.

with quiet steps he takes long strides towards your sleeping figure, feeling somehow better and worse than he had before. to see you, reach out and touch you, delicate touches as he moves stray hairs from your face, revealing to him all the evidence of your tearful state until you had fallen asleep here. by looks of it you hadn’t meant to, with no blanket to keep you warm and the lights still on, in an old shirt he hadn’t known you took from his closet, curled into yourself, a book long forgotten on the tea table.

he hadn’t been able to part from your skin, even when your tired eyes blink slowly, finally seeing who was in front of you and the emotions held behind those lovely blue eyes, emotions he normally didn’t feel or show to anyone.

“h-‘haitham?” 

“habibti,” he replies with such tenderness.

“what’re-”

“you didn’t come home.” 

your chest feels heavy at his words and you hide your face from him, feeling like you might cry at the way he said that, not wanting to say that this was your home too. you knew it was a lie, your apartment hadn’t felt like home for a long time, not when he wasn’t here with you but how you shy away doesn’t stop him from scooping you into his arms, cradling you in his warm and strong embrace. for a moment he just stands there, holding you, his lips on the crown of your head, his nose buried in your hair, his grip around you growing comfortably tighter. you can hear the heavy beating of a heart but in this proximity, when the whole world around you was nothing but alhaitham, you didn’t know if it was his or yours. 

“i love you.”

his words break the silence between you. spoken against your skin, their truth seeping into your very being and down your spine until you are encompassed by it, by him.

you reply in earnest, clinging to him, placing soft and gentle kisses against his collarbone as he carries you to the bedroom you hadn’t slept in for so long, that felt too big without him in it but tonight, you wouldn’t be without him for another moment.

as if you were made of glass he places you into the sheets and follows immediately after you, never letting you get far from his grasp and as you drift back to sleep against his chest, a peaceful one this time around, he whispers his apologies, his promise to do better and more confessions of his unending love for you.

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alhaitham x mermaid! reader (3)

⤀ warnings: fem!reader, no pronouns mentioned, reader has hair long enough to be pinned a/n: recommended to read the previous parts first, since this is a direct continuation prev ⋘ pt 3 ⋙ next ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･𓇼

When you first step foot into sumeru city’s grand bazaar, you're immediately taken aback by the atmosphere. It's too loud, feels too stifling— a far cry from the vast and silent depths of the ocean, or the peaceful serenity of the forest. Even port ormos, had at least a lovely sea breeze. But you've come so far, it'd be a waste not to experience this lively city to its fullest.

“This necklace should only be worn by someone as beautiful as you!”

“Ditch those drab clothes and come see this new fabric from liyue!”

“I guarantee these sunsettias are sweet like you!”

"Can I buy you a drink tonight?"

It's already a little dizzying to be so far inland, but the way all these humans vie for your attention, on top of the musicians and screaming children in the background… it’s a lot to take in so suddenly. Covering your ears helps a little, but not nearly enough to drown out the cacophony. You don’t even care to react when a strong arm wraps around your waist and leads you away.

Alhaitham guides you towards an isolated corner nearby, shooting a glare at any who dares look your way. He speaks to you in your native tongue; his pronunciation has become near flawless with your help.

“Are you alright?”

Both your head and your heart seem to settle a bit at the familiarity.

"It's a little much is all... just need some time to adjust."

To play it safe, alhaitham removes his soundproof earpieces, placing them on you instead, and switches it on to the lowest setting. He's no fan of the noise either, but he's used to it; he'll be fine.

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟

"Oh isn't this beautiful? And i'm sure it'll look even better on me!"

Alhaitham rolls his eyes. You're gushing over a hairpin while he stands beside you, arms full carrying assorted jewelry, trinkets large and small, a carpet, and a basketful of zaytum peaches. Mermaids and their vanity and their affinity for pretty things… at least you’re helping the local economy.

However, there’s currently only one issue and it isn’t the mora— it's the merchant who has him blacklisted.

"That'll be two million mora for the hairpin."

Now that he cannot justify. It's well crafted and beautifully embedded with crystal ore, but definitely not worth even half of what dori is asking for; only a fool would pay that price. Underhanded as it may be, he manages to swipe a similar hairpin that peaks out from under the large pile of accessories. Besides, all the times lord sangemah bay has overcharged him on information sales is far from a mere two million mora.

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟

Dinner at lambad’s is interrupted by a trio of colorfully clad men who seem to be on familiar terms with alhaitham. You had always read him as more of a loner, and had seemed to be correct in your assumptions until now.

"I have some business to attend to, but I'll be back shortly. In the meantime, these are my... acquaintances. You can trust them."

“Would it kill you to call us your friends?” says the intimidating, purple one.

The blonde one laughs into oblivion when he sees alhaitham leave with his arms full of your many purchases in tow.

…

“Ah, so you’re a diver. There’s a specific deep sea coral I’ve been dying to study, but it’s been impossible to get a sample. Would you be interested in working together? I'll be sure to compensate you well.”

You agree to tighnari’s proposal; it would be no trouble as the dragon bone coral he speaks of is easy to find if you know where to look. Across the table, cyno let's out a chuckle.

“You sea…,” a pause for dramatic effect, “you said ‘sure’ which can also be construed as ‘shore.’ As in, the land along the edge of the sea.”

Kaveh orders a round of firewater shots to drown out the pain of cyno’s terrible sense of humor. Unfortunately, alhaitham returns to find out you’re quite the lightweight.

…

He carries you on his back all the way home, listening to your drunken rambles along the way. You seemed to have had fun with his friends, but there’s a corner of his mind that can’t help but wonder if you now find him boring in comparison.

“I’m glad you enjoyed yourself.”

“Wanna know a secret?” you slur, giggling. “I enjoy the time I spend with you the most.”

With that said, you nuzzle closer into the crook of his neck and alhaitham feels his face heat up all the way to the tips of ears. Mermaids are proud and rarely ever reveal their true feelings, so he counts himself lucky to have heard yours. Your soft breathing tickles his skin. He’s glad you’re asleep now, knowing that you would’ve teased him again otherwise.

Once home, alhaitham sets you on the living room divan before leaving to prepare the bath. The aforementioned business he had to attend to, was purchasing salt. In bulk. He figured you’d need saltwater to rehydrate, as it’s been a few days since you’ve last been in any water. And a saltwater bath would surely be less of a hassle to deal with than a shriveled up mermaid.

The way your legs meld back into a tail is mesmerizing, especially with how your scales shimmer to life in the water. It quickly sobers you up. He’s about to leave but…

“Not even going to keep me company? I stayed with you all night at the cove you know.”

There it is. Alhaitham turns back around just in time to see the little grin on your face, as you rest your arms along the edge of the tub while your long tail hangs over the other end. He doesn’t know much of mermaid physiology but it’s enough to assume the saltwater, makeshift as it may be, has successfully sobered you up.

“I’m going to bed. You should get some sleep as well.”

“But I’m not tired.”

“I am. Goodnight.” And he leaves. Eventually, the man returns with a stack of books and papers.

“These are old studies I pulled from the akademiya regarding the dark sea. Since you’ve got the energy, mind fact checking? Just be careful not to get them wet.”

He sets them down on a nearby stool before a splash of water hits him right in the face.

“How about with some compensation then?” he says, pulling out the hairpin he had swiped from dori.

It’s similar to the one you had previously fawned over, though it’s laid with nagadus emerald instead, which he thought suited you much better than plain crystal ore. Unbeknownst to him, you had liked the first because its cyan stones reminded you of those he would toss in the water upon arriving at the cove. However, you adore this one for the way the emerald gems seem to match the very one sitting on his chest. You think you’ll cherish it forever.

“Will you put it on for me?”

His touch is surprisingly gentle, careful not to accidentally tug too hard. Alhaitham’s seen kaveh put up his hair enough times to replicate a simple style. Easier said than done as it turns out to be less than stellar, sitting slant and loose. At least he tried.

“Well? How does it look?”

Light reflects off the gems in your hair and into the water, casting an iridescent glow that bounces across the room, dancing onto your skin. Anyone could say that even the brightest of jewels dull in the face of your otherworldly beauty. Only he can say that in this moment, in his bathroom, you look more perfect than the moon shining through the window behind you.

“I think it’d look even more flattering if you were reading,” he glances down, “Enigmatic Depths: An Empirical Study of the Ocean and Beyond.”

Another splash of water hits his face.

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dear diary

alhaitham x reader. wc: 1k

summary: contrary to popular belief, alhaitham struggles to write a love letter for your last day in sumeru after so many journals are filled with your heart already. 

Alhaitham, for the first in decades, spends today stumped. Today’s a moment reserved for geniuses to mock and wait. For graduating first in his class, he sits in the comfortable lodgings of home, runs his hands in grey hair turning white by the second, bites his lips and fiddles his hands, and nearly slams his head against the table. This, Alhaitham thinks, is foolish. He’s being idiotic enough for Kaveh to take notice, slumming enough to have his roommate offer tea instead of the day’s scoldings on the height of paperwork left on dinner tables, suffering enough for the other man to light another candle when the previous wick has a dead flame. Alhaitham is being foolish, mindless, wordless when he’s spent years decoding ancient ruins to create meaning out of the words the world could never define before. Alhaitham is silent this time, filled with maybe vulnerability, a mourning that this has to end, that this struggle between his sensibility and foolishness collides and yearns to have something with you. 

In all frankness, no sense exists in his quietude. Behind his desk, the shelves are filled with journals, notes, abstracts about you, how you exist in his pages, how you are memorized in the moments he spends with you. 

In August 21st, we grazed hands. I thought you blushed for a second; I thought my heart should rest, so I stopped thinking. 

On October 3rd, the archons reminded me your hair glows in sunrises and sunsets.

You said you wanted family again. I cannot promise you I have one left, but I am willing to let you know what I had. (September 16th)

We saw the night together. You wished for your siblings when the North Star burned. I admit my selfishness stands between your journey when I wished another hour with you. (December 30th)

(May 19th) Do you read the books I say? I hope my head can be yours one day. 

Keep reading

flawless night, forevermore

feat. ayato, baizhu, alhaitham, childe, kaveh, raiden ei ( separate )

𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 they are so obviously in love with you

( or, in which i tie them to a taylor song i’ve been crazing over, but you don’t have to know the songs to read / understand )

note. reader’s gender unspecified, no other warnings

> part one / part two ( more characters )

KAMISATO AYATO. lover

His lips curled up with a fathomless fondness he did not even notice about himself. His ticklish gaze, his admiring eyes, his comforting silence—such a poor, poor man drowning in his hopelessness, falling love struck into the night.

Even atop the dewy grass that stained his carefully tailored clothes, he paid no mind to the mess as he preferred to hear you talk instead. The intelligence of a Kamisato was long forgone in the melody of your voice, and perhaps you had strum his heartstrings too much to the point he loses his senses. He forgets a lot of things about himself when he’s with you, perhaps at one point, even his own name.

Kamisato, the name that ties him to a lifetime of formality and not a single night of rest. A dreary lifetime that does not allow him to learn the wonders of love. But oh, how he loves you.

“I’ve always wanted one of those cute little tea tables,” you muttered into the cool winds under the glowing moon. Your finger absentmindedly traced an oval into the air, a motion that had his head following your invisible drawing. “We can sit together in the mornings and have tea before work.”

“Then we’ll get one,” Ayato affirmed. He failed to notice how his own grin had widened, simply as an automatic reaction from seeing your pleased smile at his response. “Little cushions for us to sit in, too,” he added on. “You know those round ones? We can have them in our favorite colors.”

Look at him, blushing over silly cushions.

There’s a dazzling haze in his eyes when he’s like this. It’s a spark that never runs out once ignited, for he has a history of rambling when he’s with you. “There is this porcelain tea set we can get, which has a pattern I know you’ll like,” he’ll say, further jumping to “And it comes in a set of four—we can always invite Ayaka and Thoma over to drink with us.” He’ll go on and on like this, fantasizing of a life where you lived together, happily ever after.

He’s imagined this for eons in his head. Such innocent-presenting ideas and remarks, but it’s obvious in the way he talks so fast. It’s ridiculously evident the more excited he gets as the night stretches on, that he’s been daydreaming of the moment you move in with him, so he may love you every day.

All he asks is to be forever yours, for as long as time permits.

⎯ ✧ ⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯

BAIZHU. sparks fly

It almost never rained in Liyue.

But his words were such a booming thunderstorm that no water droplet could ever compare, even amidst this cold, grey afternoon. And only when he finally blew you away like a thin stack of cards, did he feel a sharp sense of emptiness at the sight of you running off into the pouring rain.

Baizhu admitted that you were a burden to him. Boring, unintelligent, annoying—that you were a hindrance to be around. You were only a distraction to Qiqi, and more importantly, a bothersome presence to him.

It took all his willpower just to spit such venom from his tongue straight to your face—all his might just to convince you that seeing him is a bad idea. And yet, you still called him a liar.

“You mean none of those words,” you sharply inhaled via short, speechless breaths. He could tell you were breaking down from his hateful speech, but to his guilt, it was exactly what he wanted to see from you. “You’re just trying to drive me away again,” you spat out. You were trying to convince yourself: that fact alone was clear to him. But the longer he stayed quiet despite biting back the truth—biting back that he has fallen so immensely deep in love with you—you began to doubt yourself.

But the moment he watched your figure break down past this storm, he immediately crumbled with a sense of guilt much stronger than any curse he has ever wished upon himself.

Perhaps he was too harsh on you. Archons, perhaps he was too mean—this was exactly why he didn’t deserve you. You deserved better than such a sick, lowly man who could not even live for himself, instead binding his life to save others instead.

But still, even after all his own revelations and realization of his nonexistent self worth…

He was still a greedy, selfish man.

And that selfishness had him running right out of his door and into the pouring rain, not caring at how the sudden cold nipped and picked at his skin, or how the winds beat at his frail body. Not even the Archons could halt such a starvation for salvation—it was the only spark he had left to chase.

In this cold, dreary life—in this cold, dreary day alone—you still shone like the sun under the dim streetlights of Liyue upon this pale grey sky. His body still eased the moment you caught his eye, almost as if your gaze alone had suddenly removed every drop of sickness he self-injected into his own bloodstream, or as if you were the cure he was looking for all his life.

Such selfishness once again had his body fighting from collapsing when he desperately fell into your arms that held him so dearly. And the greed of mankind only snapped when found his lips settled so hopelessly against yours, clinging onto your kiss as if he would die tonight.

Truly, maybe he would. But for now, in your embrace, he feels the strongest he’s ever been since he sold his soul.

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ALHAITHAM. enchanted

Archons, he hated these events, though he had no choice but to attend. No one could ever allow the Acting Grand Sage, even if he held so much spite, to escape the demeaning eyes of Sumerean publicity.

Alhaitham held himself as an independent soul. But this formalwear, this clanging of champagne glasses, this suffocating air—were definitely not so independent nor free.

This hall of aspiring young scholars and old men, all in one exhibit for the sake of research and networking. Academics is what they acclaim, but the Acting Grand Sage may be too thick of a personality for them (if he had one at all). But the only thing keeping his eyes open from boredom, quite surprisingly a person, was you.

You, who looked young compared to these much older alumni and long-time scholars. And it was truly you, out of the many faces in this room, who he could not name.

Your eyes met from across the room. Such a sliver of a chance—his eyes whispered a curious glance from the opposite wall among this dreary sea of scholars. There was a spark graced by the Electro Archon, perhaps; or maybe even a gush of wind from the God of Anemo. But every sense of composure was lost when his body moved on its own, walking himself closer and closer just to meet you.

It begins with hello; it always does. It continues with quick remarks, with “I’ve never seen you before,” and with “Have we met?” And soon enough, he feels like he’s in school again. He feels a flutter he has not known in years, an urge to talk quicker than he can think. The crinkle at the corner of your eyes has him immersed in amazement. The sole fact that you can crack a smile at him; a smile that wasn’t fake politeness like all these scholars.

For some reason unbeknownst to him, that expression of yours alone had his feet glued to the floor, like you’ve trapped him in such an engaging conversation he desperately could not let go. It was a forcibly dreadful night—you turned it flawlessly enchanting in a way that you read to him like a book, all in which he could not put you down once he begins.

And once the event ends, and he is forced to leave you so soon, he watches you walk away with an expression that he himself could not even read.

Wonderstuck.

He would never notice the light tint on his face, staining his cheeks all the way home.

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CHILDE. cruel summer

Left foot, right foot, tiptoe, right foot—hold the counter, hold the wall, hold the rail all the way up the steps… He’s got this.

One step down the hall, another foot down, a third one until he finds a steady rhythm. The room is hazy, the walls are spinning. His head hurts and he feels like a baby taking his first steps, so helpless and unsteady that he almost wants to cry again from exasperated frustration alone. Why was this so hard? Did he really hate himself so much, that he would stagger his way home from the bar like this?

One hand on the door, turn the knob, and—

Ah. He dropped his keys so loudly on the floor.

You woke up with a start from the bedside, immediately turning to him wide-eyed in both starling surprise from the noise, and more importantly, concern. He didn’t mean to wake you. He hated feeling guilty, but it was the exact feeling that crept up his spine once he saw the devastated look on your face. Frenzied eyes and dark circles—clearly you had stayed up just to wait for him, too.

“Ajax,” you voiced—a tone full of worry and heavy exhaustion, God, he felt so horrible. “Oh, Ajax, come here.”

As much as he didn’t like it when you cared for him like this, he was not immune to the sounds of your calling. His shaky legs carried him immediately, as if the alcohol in his system was pulling him towards you, too. “I’m fine,” he barely stuttered out. It was a claim he had to make immediately, a sign he was desperate to reassure you.

Your eyes grew heavier, though he did not know if they were lidded from concern or from sleepiness. Either way, he practically melted from the touch of your palms resting against his cheeks. So warm, but a much more pleasant warmth than the burning summer air that he just walked in, all the way home with a liquor-dazed mind.

“Have you been crying…?” Ah, and that was why your eyes were narrow—they were squinting at the sorry stains of tears that lined his cheeks. He forgot to wipe them, it seemed. It was almost laughable.

“No, just sweat from the heat.”

Crying over you… He’d never let you know that. To cry, to bleed, to die—you would never be the first person he tells.

“You reek of liquor…” Quite disgustingly so, he thinks. And yet, you still held his face so fondly, moving his head in such a gentle manner as you swiped his tear stains with the pads of your thumbs.

He stayed silent. He had no answer to this one.

“I love you,” he mutters, though it’s a confession nevertheless. And he says it so sadly—so miserably that you couldn’t help but sigh. He hates it, too. He hates it when you sigh. Because when you sigh, it means you’ll just let it go; No matter how many lies he tells, or how many times he cries, or how many secrets he keeps, you’ll still accept him like always.

“I love you, too.” And that was the worst line he’s ever heard.

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KAVEH. foolish ones

“Oh, woe is me…” Loves me, loves me not, loves me… “Did you happen to see anything in the mailbox?”

His roommate stared. “Go check it yourself.”

Kaveh heavily sighed. He couldn’t; He physically could not bear to do it. It’s not that he was lazy to get up, no. The real issue was the genuine grief he would feel when he opened the mailbox, only to see nothing inside. No special gifts, no romantic letters, and absolutely no confessions of love signed with your name.

It was embarrassing, really. To feel this dramatic and obsessed with words of admiration from you—oh, especially when Alhaitham found out about this whole lovesick ordeal. But he could not help his mind from just imagining it: the reflection of himself in your eyes as you finally confess your feelings of passion and love for him (feelings that didn’t exist, feelings he merely imagined you having, all so pathetically).

But he’s so weird, and he’s so terrible. To imagine a fabled life with you when you probably did not think about him this same way. How foolish. Did you daydream about him like he daydreamed about you every night before he slept? Did you think about him like he thought about you every time he sees your favorite color in the passing? Did you wait at your mailbox like he waited for any letters from you? No. No, you didn’t.

And he’s cried, quite humiliatingly. He’s cried that the perfect life he could picture himself having with you at his side would never be a reality. He’s cried a downpour of tears, simply because he allowed himself to be so caught up in a delusion that was so sick of him to conjure up.

“Are you free for dinner tonight?”

“So sorry Kaveh, I already have plans…”

Plans with someone else. No wonder you hadn’t written him any messages, or contacted him in a while. That… was not the scenes he had in his head. His imaginations, his hopes, his dreams—they did not have someone else in them. For someone he was so hopelessly in love with, he felt so much hurt. A foolish lesson to be learned by a foolish romantic.

In the end, he’d just be talking himself to sleep again. He’d just smile at the sight of you flourishing. Without him, your world will go on turning. A world full of reciprocated love and devotion, one that he would never know.

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RAIDEN EI. you belong with me

The Raiden Shogun was self-destructive. No more than a few people knew of such a fact, but she was certainly one of them.

Because if she cared for her own wellbeing, truly, then she would not fall for selfish desires. Nor, would she be here now, sitting next to you outside a sliding screen in her private gardens of Tenshukaku, sipping your favorite tea and hearing your sweet voice ramble about something so unpleasant to her ears. If she prioritized her own emotions, then maybe she’d be living in blissful ignorance right now instead of listening to your woes over a lover… A lover that was not her.

“And then, she teases me,” you complained, though it was clear you hated it. You didn’t like whining about your partner, which was a good thing—but it made Ei feel sick, because it meant you really loved that woman. “I know she does that all the time, and I just need to get used to it,” you continued, “but sometimes, it gets too much, and she still doesn’t stop.”

But I wouldn’t do that to you, the archon thinks to herself. And suddenly, the tea isn’t as appetizing anymore, because her own words felt drilled onto her tongue, forever forbidden to speak aloud.

“Miko… Has always been like that,” Ei quietly admits instead. She doesn’t want to insult your lover, for that same person was also her own friend. She wanted to be supportive, but it was impossible when she was so in love with you, that she spent every second of each passing day just wishing she was in Miko’s place instead.

“Yeah… But—still, I mean…” You sighed, coming to a loss for words to describe the pink haired shrine maiden. “Is it really so hard to ask just for her to understand how I’m feeling…?” you whined in what seemed like genuine distress. Your face sunk into your hands, and it took all of Ei’s willpower just to keep her respective distance from a romantically taken friend.

But I understand how you feel, Ei once again thinks. She feels so dirty of a friend for comparing herself like this. I understand you better than she will ever.

“Ei…” you muttered. She almost chokes from the way you say her name. “What should I do…?”

Be with me, instead. “Don’t cry over something, or someone, you cannot control. It’s possible your personalities are just not fit for each other, you know.”

“But I love her, Ei…”

Ouch.

She clears her throat, recovering from sharp breath of air she just inhaled. A part of her just broke in that moment, and it was so obvious, too—her expression quickly changed, her body became stiff, her balance suddenly shifted, and yet…

You noticed none of it. Your head was too clouded over love for another woman that was not her; So clouded, in fact, you did not notice the way Ei almost began to tremble. The misery you carried only crafted tenfold for the archon, eternally unbeknownst to you.

But you don’t belong to her, anyways. So why was she crying?

Character : Alhaitham

Mentioning : Kaveh, Cyno, Traveler (not you guys).

Themes : Self awareness, different dimensions, posesif (ig-)

Alhaitham knows who you are. And he won't let you go that easily ferguso.

If asked what he thinks of you, Alhaitham will find you an oddball who likes his stubborn personality. Even though he had never met you before. Even Kaveh, who just lives with him, can't stand his arrogant attitude. Yes. Bulliing Kaveh is one of his many hobbies when he gets bored dealing with his work as a scribe and acting grand sage besides reading tons of books from the House of Daena. Take the uwu lion key from Kaveh. (Didn't expect Kaveh himself to like that cute wooden lion. Who knows. I don't know. I'm just assuming)

There are rumors that people with vision will get closer to you. Look, how lucky are the vision holders. they thought. Alhaitham did not bother. He had had enough of the other ramblings of academiya students. They tried to bring other gods closer after dumping Leser lord Kusanali and trying to create new gods and now they are seeking new divine knowledge from you. How selfish are they.

In addition, they are trying various ways to get vision quickly with research and research on 101 ways to get your vision quickly (life hack. Very helpful so that you live in prosperity so that you are closer to you. No clickbait. Very helpful in getting divine knowledge with joss - fast. Guaranteed you won't lose. Money back isn't effective. If the transaction money is still with us-) what a crazy marketing technique.

Alhaitham doesn't expect anything other than peace with his boring activities which are waking up, going to work, not forgetting to have breakfast, coming back at night, not forgetting to bring the key to the cave every day when he goes to work as the acting grand sage. I swear, Sage Azar is really a burden. It's been a problem, he also has to replace him. Look, how displeased the academia were with her decision to become a provisional grand sage. Let it be, he has no interest in becoming a sage because it takes a long time to find a replacement for a new sage. After all, he would not even offer to become a sage because he was appointed by Lord Kusanali because he could be relied on.

Alhaitham doesn't expect anything but peace while drinking coffee alone at home while reading his boring colored cover book which he often carries and reads anywhere it doesn't matter where he sits as long as he can read that book. Kaveh often complains about how bad Alhaitham is when it comes to choosing interior decorations for his old and boring house. His aesthetic architect's soul was terrified to see him. (I swear, what kind of knowledge book is this kid reading that is so engrossed, Paimon herself gets dizzy just reading a few words)

His calm changed when he saw several meteors falling-eh.. Shooting stars I mean. Many stars fell in the sky that night. Blue, purple.. It is said that there is a time when the god gives mercy to the chosen one. The dendro vision on the wrist of the right arm shines just as a golden star falls down in Sumeru's night sky. Just then Alhaitham heard someone's voice enter his head.

"Welcome home, Alhaitham."

When asked how he felt when Alhaitham faced someone who sounded similar to what you sounded like, his ignorant soul became curious. Is that you? The God who gave divine blessings to the academic scholars?

"Acting Grand Sage, I would like to report on the results of the research I got from The Dune of Carouses together with Cyno this afternoon." You said while opening a small note sheet of your research results.

"So after I researched at The Mausoleum of King Deshret before..."

Alhaitham stared at your figure speaking in a voice similar to the one that came to mind at the time. Your voice was only faintly heard while you were talking, since Alhaitham's mind was only roaming about you.

"..I found some hidden mechanisms related to some of the theories I came up with. Regarding that because it requires entry with the Scarlet Sand Slate, fortunately there was help from the Traveler in this research with the Scarlet Stone he obtained back then..."

Alhaitham cleared his throat making you look up at him. "Yes?" You tilted your head to look at his tall figure. "Anything to interrupt?" maybe he cleared his throat because the delivery of your report was not appropriate?

"No, actually I was just curious. I was wondering, is it true that you ■■■■?" What an awkward question from him to interrupt what you are talking about. You only reacted by furrowing your brows at him.

"That's right. Are you tired? Need to rest? Should I not disturb you for now?"

"No, just curious. I just adjusted the name of your previous report notes".

"Oh really?" you raise your eyebrows. What's with this guy today?

"And the names also happen to be similar." he said rubbing his chin as if he was thinking.

"Alhaitham? Someone like you has acquaintances? What a joke. Besides, the name ■■■■ is the name many people use. Not just one." You sweat a little, flicking your palms forward.

A few months later, you told Alhaitham that once you graduated from Akademia, you would not continue your course. You will move to Fontaine to study mechanical engineering. I don't know what got into Alhaitham, he insisted that you stay in Sumeru. But you also insist on saying you can't stay in one place. After having a fight, you finally got tired of compromising with Alhaitham and ignored him for a few days.

Alhaitham is not stupid he knows you are hiding something. And you're not very good at lying, it seems.

So he has to find out for himself. Alhaitham saw some of your reports scattered on the table. It seems almost finished. He looked at you with his head asleep on the table. You're pretty diligent for a scolar like you. Just a little more and you graduate from the academy. You don't want to admit and you don't want to say that Alhaitham helped you a lot. What a tsundere—

Your graduation day is only a few weeks away, you have prepared all your thesis that only needs to be sent on the table. Alhaitham again saw you sleeping peacefully on the table. He sat next to you and pulled your left shoulder to lean on him.

His eyes stared at your face, and smiled faintly while playing with the ends of your hair. Alhaitham took some papers from your research on the table and read the writing. Your writing is really neat.

The next day you panicked into Alhaitham's study by breaking down the door. "Alhaitham—!" You hastily take a breath. "E-everyone, all of my theses are gone!"

"Oh?" Alhaitham looked at you with a flat gaze.

"Calm yourself,"

"Oh? Oh, you said it?! How many months do you think it took me to do that Alhaitham!?" you broke the table.

"All my work is gone! I-I don't know what to do! Without that thesis I can't graduate—"

"Alhaitham—you must help me!" you pulled his collar.

"I said calm down, you can still work on it again. There's still next year for graduation." Alhaitham patted your shaking shoulder.

"What do you mean-" your eyes widen, shaking and looking down. "D-don't tell me.. Alhaitham, you did this?"

"I don't-"

"Why did you do that to a scholar under you Alhaitham?! You know that's a offense right? Alhaitham you bastard. Give me back all my thesis papers!" you shouted angrily at him. "I didn't take all your thesis papers." he said sarcastically.

"Liar! I believe you were the last to stay at the House of Daena, right? There weren't many people there lingering until midnight there."

"What if you misunderstood? What would you say hm?" his gaze on you was condescending. You hate that look.

"I—" you gritted your teeth in annoyance. You swear, this guy is a complete asshole. "If that happens, I still don't apologize to you." You let go of Alhaitham's collar roughly. "I don't want anything to do with you anymore!"

You stepped angrily to get out of the Grand Sage's room, but were blocked by Alhaitham by slamming the door pushing you closer to the door. You stare at him resentfully. "What the hell are you—!"

"You.. you know how annoying you are lately?" Alhaitham muttered softly in a heavy tone in your ear while leaning back. "You sicken me." he muttered in a thunderous tone as he placed his finger on your hip. "I know who you really are. And I'll make sure to teach you who you stand for. And you won't be able to go anywhere.♡"

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Boy, it's been a long time since I've made this fanfic that I've been struggling since February.😰 It's been 4 months since I abandoned it because I had writer's block.😭🤙

And the ending doesn't match the initial concept that I wanted. But because I'm still innocent for results that are a little more intimate. Forgive me. 🙇

Character : Alhaitham.

Mentioning: ?- sfw, Slightly ? words.

Themes: Just normal. Nothing strange. Trust me.

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As usual, the situation at the House of Daena. Doing the same work as when you were a scholar even though you have graduated.

You're tired after reading your 4th book today. The pile of books covering your desk makes your eyes roll. You rest your chin while nodding off. Sometimes, your mind wanders only towards food. You haven't filled your stomach all day. Remembering it already makes you drool while yawning. But the knock of a book hitting your head ruins your happiness.

"Don't fall asleep in the library." Alhaitham said.

"Ow, aw… Alhaitham, you don't have to hit my head." You winced in pain as you wiped your lips. This is the umpteenth time he hit your head because you were too stunned. You are a little worried about the cells in your brain falling out one by one as a result of it and only one remaining from each blow that still survives the loss of your brain cells. No wonder, if your ranking falls one level below him in the academic ranking. You have to blame him for that.

"It's effective in awakening you, which is the most difficult to call. It knocks out your brain cells." He said sarcastically. His gaze looked at you who was wiping your lips due to being too stunned. He knows your behavior that often refrains from eating while studying. For some reason, there is a feeling of urgency that creeps into his body every time he sees your lips. But he tried to hold it in.

"I didn't fall asleep." You refute your rival's words with a small snort.

"You're not good at lying. There are bags under your eyes, you look like a panda." Alhaitham said a little scornfully.

"So what if I don't sleep enough? What do you care?" You asked back sarcastically.

"What's wrong with people telling you to rest?" Alhaitham folded his arms while looking at you who was still leaning against the table.

"Wow? It turns out that a Sage who is more busy taking care of himself actually cares about those around him. Uhh, how scary." You said while rolling your eyes.

Your words made his ears twitch in annoyance from behind his earpiece. Kaveh and you both gave responses like that when they didn't like the conversation with him. But, you are an exception.

The two of them were academic rivals when they were both at Academiya. Lisa, who was still at Academiya with them before graduating early, often shook her head when she saw them arguing. Sometimes she teases the two of them whenever they start fighting and calls them two lovebirds. Of course you responded with cynicism from you not wanting to be paired with someone like him.

You are the easiest person to lure with food. As long as there is food, even those of you who are angry can be tamed with just a packet of candy. But, sometimes you argue that you are not that easy to tame with just a packet of candy. Alhaitham always keeps a personal note of this.

Imagining that you are being tamed with sweets may be one of the things that entertains him if you are someone who is easy on him. But you do not.

Once, when you were in a bad mood, Kaveh tamed you with food. Of course you can't refuse it, especially free food, your eyes will immediately light up. "Food?" Kaveh grinned while nodding.

"I- um, I'm not that easy to tame with food." You said as you folded your arms in annoyance.

"Oh? Too bad, it's limited—"

"Give it to me." You said as you snatched it from Kaveh's hand before he changed his mind. Kaveh laughed as he patted your head. "Is that enough to calm you down?" he asked. "Not yet." You said while chewing your food. Just imagine Alhaitham being like that for you. I don't know what you bitten. Either the food or the hands. He didn't mind—

Maybe it's worth a try. He thought.

The next day, he put a small package of food on your study table and you looked at him suspiciously.

"Eat." he said briefly.

"I'm not hungry." You said. Your gaze shifts back to the book. But your stomach rumbles after a split second of refusing to eat it. "Dang it." You think.

"Eat." he said once again. It sounded more like forcing than ordering this time.

"Can I really eat in the library?" You asked while looking for an excuse not to eat the food he gave you in front of him.

"This time is an exception. Put your books away before they come into contact with food." he said.

"But—" you objected before finally Alhaitham gave you a look as if to say there were no exceptions.

"Fine. But that doesn't mean I wanted food from you…" you said as you opened the food wrapper. You immediately change your mind when it contains the strawberry cake you wanted 2 weeks ago. How could he know? Those of you who didn't think much immediately grabbed it and ate the strawberry on top. "Thanks." You said. "Ugh…the sourness…" You furrowed your eyebrows as you bit the tip of the strawberry.

This is the first time he has heard you express your gratitude to him since you became rivals with him. Even if it doesn't sound wholehearted.

"Hey."

You turned your face towards him and Alhaitham immediately took the opportunity to hold your cheek and bite the remaining strawberry from your lips. You wanted to protest but he insisted that they not make a scene in the library by covering your lips with his. The sour liquid felt very sour on his lips, even though his kiss tasted sour, he didn't mind if it was from your lips.

Alhaitham took the opportunity when your lips opened slightly for him. Playing with his tongue with yours. The sound of slurping the sour yet sweet liquid was heard even though he tried his best to avoid making a sound.

"Alhaitham you bastard- what are you—"

"Shhh… be quiet… you don't want us to find out and get involved in this problem, right?" He spoke in your ear in a hoarse, whispering voice.

"Not here then." You protest.

Alhaitham doesn't care about your protests, a strange feeling of urgency dominates him more than his rationality. Oh, he should blame you for this. So his hands, which hope to be automatic and not in line with his thoughts, choose to tease you and press you on the chair where you are sitting.

Then..

If you want to continue reading, you must be confident in your mind and not feel disgusted for your comfort.

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He pressed your thighs and masaged the back of your calves while continuing to tease your lips while you were leaning against the back of the chair. You gasped because it was too late to respond to what he was doing to your body.

"Perfect." he thought. As if this was what he hoped would happen.

Everything went too fast when he finally decided to give in to his feelings and act on his instincts now, he kept teasing your inner thighs until you felt aroused. You can only feel shame and embarrassment by surrendering and letting yourself be under his control and can only feel embarrassed because your instincts say you want him to tease you more. On the other hand, you can only hope that you don't get caught in a state like this in the library of the House of Daena in a state like this.

"Alhaitham, what are you—" you gasped in a slightly high pitched tone before finally he was forced to cover your mouth with his lips while forcing you to let himself touch you in other parts that had been teasing him.

He groans in pleasure when he starts to feel his fingers feel your wet spot inside your skirt while his fingertips press against your sensitive spot. "Damn, you're wet for me just because of this…" he whispered scornfully. "Don't make so much noise, girl. Be good for me." He muttered between kisses.

Your ears reddened at his inappropriate words. "Alhaitham- stop." You pounced on his thigh with mixed feelings of shame, arousal and annoyance. "Shut up…" He grumbled again before finally his fingers slipped into your wet vestibule. You let out a moaning sound into his mouth, your face flushed and sweaty when he milked one of his fingers against your vestibule.

Your eyes feel misty while the man looks at you from above while continuing to move his finger back and forth as if there is no tomorrow for this hot session before finally he moves his lips away from you. His eyes look at your moist lips, stained with saliva. He licked your lips before finally whispering. "Let's continue round two in a private place, shall we?"

With remains of your consciousness looks at your rival with annoyance. You feel weak in front of him and that makes you not want to look at him anymore. Alhaitham looked at you with a proud and cunning look etched on his lips. You were easily tricked with a piece of cake, which ended up making you fall into his hands.

He then licked his lips and tasted the remaining strawberry juice. "I take that as a yes."

Oh, you fell into his trap.

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*I won't deny that I put a lot of effort into this uhuk— this emo scholar. Don't ask me why there are so many photos of him if you catch my Pinterest homepage.💧😶

GWS my brain is squeezing everything for my beginner smut scene in this one story. Like, the smut scenes are all spilled out in this story and I'm out of ideas now.

Have a nice day. That's all. Sekian, terima gaji. 🙃🤙

Characters : Kaveh, Alhaitham.

Mentioning : ?- sfw, Slightly ? words.

Themes : risqué? Dunno—

just need a little relief won't hurt... right?

....

Right?

(Bro wake up and choose expl—)

You need research material for your thesis assignment from your lecturer. The title of your research chosen by the lecturer is 'the influence and side effects of certain types of plants.' Quite easy? Oh no. It's also called college assignments. If it's wrong and the lecturer is not satisfied, just mark an x with a red marker along the edge of the sheet of paper. Just remembering it is enough to make you want to cry.

"It must be this way. I'm sure." Kaveh said adamantly. "The path you are on will always lead to disaster. Cut it out." Alhaitham said with a blunt response.

"I'm sorry, I often pass this way for research clients. Why don't you believe me?" Kaveh denied.

You turned your face backwards. You almost forgot that this time you were accompanied by two dendro vision holders. You scratched your cheek and chose to look at the map again while they were still busy arguing.

Why are they coming? you don't know either. You don't understand the situation which is why you are here now with them. "Oh, great. now we're lost." Alhaitham groaned in annoyance when they arrived in the middle of the forest with the road continuing in circles which actually made them return to their starting point.

"Why are you looking at me like that? I really believe in this path." Kaveh said when he felt Alhaitham's cynical gaze. "I still remember off the top of my head." while pointing at the scene in front of them.

"Out of your head in the sense of remembering or out of your head in the sense that your memory has left you? I'm sure we've circled the same place 3 times, Kaveh. Is that what you call out of your head?" Alhaitham said in a mocking tone.

"If you can do it, why don't you lead the way?" Kaveh protested.

You weren't bothered by the noise behind you, and chose to look at several plants that caught your attention around the tree trunk and the tree roots that were sticking out. You muttered with interest while taking notes in your notes and taking samples of the plants and taking photos at the same time.

"Let's just look at the positives. At least I found some plant samples that I needed." You said as you closed your notes.

"Yeah, look at the positives." Kaveh answered with a pose of folding his arms with one eye closed as a sign of mockery. "At least there's no need to whine because this isn't in the desert."

Alhaitham rolled his eyes again. "At least our getting lost was a little useful to them this time. You're just lucky." Alhaitham prefers to return to your place of origin which is busy storing plant samples in your bag.

"Need help?" Kaveh raised an eyebrow when he heard Alhaitham offer you help. "Oh please, don't you act like you're trying to help people." Kaveh insulted.

"No need, I can do it myself-" Alhaitham ignored your words and immediately took the sling bag from your hand. "...thank you then." You said at last. "No need to mind. Let's go." Alhaitham said while carrying your bag. You looked at his muscular muscles with a watados look with a little 'ajwkwks' in your heart. 'Idiot, I'm going doki-doki, oh god damn it.'

"Yeah..." you said as you took your map which had marked the road. Kaveh instead leads you back to the front road.

"Need another plant? Oh, yes. This way. I still remember." he said excitedly.

"Kaveh— oi! That's not the path we want to take." You tried to reprimand Kaveh who had gone first. "That idiot, he never gives up." Alhaitham said in an annoyed tone. "Oh, please. We'd better catch him first before he gets bitten by Spinocrocodile." You said in a resigned tone.

"Oh, great." Alhaitham closed his eyes while grunting in defeat. The two of you finally caught up with Kaveh who had been walking ahead.

"What is this place? It feels familiar but something is different." Kaveh spoke after a second of silence. The only difference is a flower that grows alone among other plants. You rethink the reading about plants in your head. The plant- "You guys, cover your noses. The plant-" a gust of wind hits your face making the strange plant sway with the wind scattering strange powder around you.

Too late, Kaveh suddenly clutched his throat while coughing, while Alhaitham gripped tightly the strap of the sling bag he was carrying while bent over, gasping for air. You looked behind you still covering your mouth and nose. Kaveh and Alhaitham who were bathed in flower pollen were shaking on their knees. "Damn... my body... feels hot..."

'...Omg, I fuck up.'

"You guys, don't breathe the air for too long. The effects will get worse!" You were forced to take them both out of there and take them to the nearest campsite.

Among the three, only the two dendro vision holders were affected by the plant. "The condition is too bad now. My body is not getting better at all." Kaveh flicked his collar sultrily.

"We wouldn't be in this condition if you didn't decide to go your own way." Alhaitham let out a stifled sigh while coughing. His throat felt dry and raw.

You are looking for something to relieve the effects of the plant in your bag that you took from Alhaitham. "Here, try drink some water first." You hand over your drink to them.

Kaveh immediately took it from your hand and drank half of the bottle. "It doesn't work..." Kaveh wiped his lips. His head didn't feel good from the dizziness and lust that suddenly spread through his body.

You took your drink back from Kaveh's hand. "This is bad, with the preparations I brought earlier, none of them can be used in a situation like this..." You furrowed your eyebrows as you looked at the drink that only had half left remaining.

Kaveh flinched at the touch of your fingers on the back of his hand when you took the drink from his hand. Strangely, he felt the need for the sensation of touch. A touch from someone. Kaveh made a whining sound when he called your name. "I... feel heat in my body. Can... can you please take off my clothes first?" Kaveh begged with a warm feeling spreading across his cheeks.

You raised an eyebrow "ok?" Thinking it might help him to relieve the effects of the heat, you decided to squat in front of him and slowly undress him. The tightness in Kaveh's neck is felt just by the touch of your slender fingers dancing across the fabric of his shirt, making the tightness between his legs throb. Maybe this is the effect of the plant.

Kaveh's hand impatiently touched your elbow and pulled towards him making you topple over between his throbbing legs. You let out a small yelps because you accidentally nudged his length with your knee. Kaveh grimaced slightly while apologizing. His fingers touched the skin of your hips between your clothes. " I'm sorry... I... need a little relief...

Before you mingth act, Kaveh moaned softly between your neck and rubbed your calf and your black stockings. "Mh... yes... you're so hot. Wearing tight stockings like that in front of me. You don't mean to tease me, right..."

"Wha— I didn't mean to..." Alhaitham, who had been in the same state of stimulation as Kaveh, saw you on Kaveh's lap with your knees spread between his hips. You felt the hungry gaze from Alhaitham's flat face but his sweaty face wanted the same touch from your skin, making your spine shiver.

You end up between the two sturdy chests of Dendro vision holders in a state of arousal that continues to fill your sensitive intimate area with their length, continuously making your eyes roll back, moaning in pain from the shaft of his cock. Alhaitham fucks you from behind, milking all the fluids around your tight intimate area with a state of sexual tension. Kaveh muffled your moans with his mouth on yours in a heavily aroused voice.

Bartholin's glands that just flow from force without stimulation make your core feel hot. There is only biting of your lips that can only hold both of them directly which continues to drill into your small core which cannot accept either of them. Kaveh grumbled in dissatisfaction between your necks continuing to search for more stimulation into your labia. "Mnh, make noise for me, girl.. come on." You, who were still cupping your lips, accidentally bit your tongue with your teeth, sticking it out while wincing in pain.

Alhaitham, whose mind was still foggy, noticed your tongue coming out sweetly, stuck out two fingers from behind and pressed your uvula until your mouth produced large amounts of your saliva and flowed down your chin. Kaveh desperately, licks your chin without leaving a single drop. "More..." he mumbled as he licked your neckline and bit it passionately.

You can only moan and groan feeling the direct stimulation and friction between your skin and react to the rubbing and rubbing of your body between them. Your response makes the tip of their genitals which are still in contact with you get a more stimulating response, making them both moan in pleasure and excitement. "Angh~ so close... just a little more... please..."

Your body arched and your breasts pressed against Kaveh's bare skin making him quite excited. Alhaitham grumbles and groans wildly while rubbing your chest line and picking at your breasts.

The flow of stimulation beyond the limits you can withstand can only beg to let you release the stimulation. "Not yet, naughty girl, I'm not finished yet. Oh.. gosh.. you have to take this risk. How tempting your body is all the time, even if you don't mean to tease with your body." Alhaitham said in a horny, dominant husky voice.

You whined about how much stimulation you received from the two men who still weren't satisfied.

Until finally they're on the edge, their backs and hips moving responsively from the overwhelming stimulation, the tip of their cock rubbing against your Bartholin's gland, whining for you to come. "Oh, my— m-mngh! come for me girl, I can feel it." The shaft of their genitals is pressed against your folds which throb with arousal as if asking them to fill you.

"A-ah! Yes..! Yes..! That's it.. ah.. you're so tight, mgh..! So kind and accepting of everything, good girl..!" For one final pull, you scream in pleasure as the stimulation releases and pulsates from your intimate body throughout your body. You grimaced embarrassedly and squeezed Kaveh's chest who still let you sit on his lap.

"Ugh...this...is way too intense...I'm sorry for not stopping you sooner, but—you two have to take responsibility for this." You groan in embarrassment.

Kaveh laughed as he caressed your cheek and kissed the top of your head. "Mnh..I'm sorry. We'll handle this for you." Alhaitham who is still leaning between your neck, inhaling the fragrance of your skin even though you are already sweaty from earlier.

"Oh, Alhaitham? Say you're sorry? The world must be in chaos right now?" Kaveh scoffed, rolling his eyes.

"Shut up." Alhaitham replied sarcastically.

Instead, you still feel confused about what to write for your thesis with the research results you have now. It is impossible to collect evidence for a thesis with results from field data like this. Because they said they will be responsible, so... you have the opportunity to ask them to help with your thesis because of this. If it wasn't for Kaveh who was the culprit.

#blamekaveh.

"Help me with my thesis."

"Okay../ fine.."

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GWS I'm diying in bed as a result of writing this. 🗿☝️💧

Notes:

*Watados: innocent face.

*Doki-doki: pounding.

*'ajwkwks': implied scream of shame, feeling like your face is blushing even though it's not.

*I'm being random, m'sorry. 😔

Iiiiiiiiii

ੈ♡ alhaitham x fem reader

a/n: i have been thinking about how alhaitham is canonically messy, which turned into his little drabble. i really love this man

warnings: sfw + one suggestive comment, fluff :’) minors dni with me i am an 18+ account

(Alhaitham cannot find your engagement ring.)

You arrive to your boyfriends house for your date, a little earlier than usual but you do enjoy saying hello to Kaveh, inspecting the fridge to see if there’s any baklava, and of course, to get in all the time you can with Alhaitham.

“Oh there you are,” Kaveh bemoans when you walk in through the front door, shuffling in and greeting the blonde with a curious look at the tone of his voice.

“He’s lost something in that ridiculous mess of his. Muttering while making an even bigger mess as he sorts through it all, and can you believe he won’t even let me help? I’m just trying to be a good roommate!” Kaveh throws his hands up, and then with a heavy sigh he pinches the bridge of his nose.

“He listens to you of course, maybe you can help him find whatever it is he’s misplaced.”

You laugh lightly with a shake of your head, knowing that the both of them argued about Alhaitham’s habit of a cluttered space for awhile by the sounds of it, and make a beeline for your lovers room, “alright I will, thanks for the info, Kaveh.”

You open the door without knocking as you usually do, and stifle a giggle at the sight of Alhaitham bent over comically over a stack of books against the wall of his bedroom.

“I told you Kaveh, I don’t need your help, and in any case you -“ he stands up straight and casts his teal gaze to you, eyes widening uncharacteristically so.

“Oh, it’s you.”

“Is that how you greet your girlfriend now?” you raise an eyebrow as you try to open the door further to allow your body inside as Alhaitham crosses the room until he’s standing in front of you, pulling you in by the hand.

“Not at all, my apologies love. Hi.” he kisses your cheek and you hum with a small pout of narrow satisfaction, turning your attention to the wreck that is his bedroom.

“Haiyi….what happened in here?” you’re bewildered by the books and papers and clothing that though usually he has in an organized mess, to now be strewn about everywhere.

“I uh…can’t find something. But not to worry, I know I’ll find it soon, feel free to wait in the living room with Kaveh. I’m sure he’d love to chat.” he nods you towards the door and your hand goes to his chest to lightly push at him.

“Oh I can help you honey, remember that time I found my panties you swore were missing?” you raise a brow, knowing full well at the time Alhaitham had hidden them for…reasons. Alhaitham shifts, floundering in his spot. Even more uncharacteristic for him.

“I really don’t think that’s necessary.” he assures with his typical solid stance, holding you gently by the shoulders with a forehead kiss, “I won’t be too long, I promise.”

“What you’re looking for must be really important though? Especially if you’re essentially tearing your room apart…” you reply with wide eyes, your hand reaches up to grasp his that sets on your shoulder and you squeeze softly. Alhaitham sighs, his lips turning up in the slightest,

“It is….very important that I find it. Imperative, actually.” he licks his lips and looks at you for a moment, foregoing his hold on your shoulders to cup your face so he’s able to crane your face up for a loving kiss that melts against your mouth like warm and silky chocolate.

“But, I need to look for it myself, alright?” he murmurs with an affectionate tone that you’re more than aware is reserved for you.

“Is this like a find yourself thing?” you quip, and Alhaitham huffs out a chuckle,

“No it’s not something psychological I can assure you.”

You laugh at his amused smile and turn on your heel to allow him to continue his search, eyes inexplicably falling to the small table that resides just inside his room, beside his door.

A music box lays there, it has always been there since you and Alhaitham even became a couple. A gift from his father given to his mother - now passed down to Alhaitham. It’s intricate with greens and shimmering gold paint, and the song, a lullaby of sorts, always brings a smile to your face. Your fingers reach out for it, lifting the lid to once again hear the tune even for just a moment on your way out - you figure perhaps Alhaitham could have something to listen to while he’s looking for whatever he’s misplaced.

The melody plays, a gentle and honey sweet symphony - and your breath is stolen away at what lays inside the music box.

“H-Haitham?”

Another box, much smaller but the shape is unmistakable, the rose colored velvet square that lays within the space surrounded by a few other precious treasures and heirlooms given to Alhaitham. Your fingers shake, reaching for the small box before a hand darts out to grasp your hand and you glance up at your lover whose chest is rising and falling rapidly with the abrupt development.

“Is….is um, is this what you were looking for?” you lick your lips and watch as Alhaitham’s eyes grow impossibly soft, pillowy with ardent adoration. There’s a smile on his face at how of course, you come into his life and are able to find things, to see him. He leans over and takes the box in his lithe fingers, holding it delicately as he sinks to one knee.

He wanted it to be different, proposing to the love of his life, but even Alhaitham with all of his knowledge and wisdom is aware that life doesn’t always go as planned. He wasn’t looking for love when he found you. But he did. And he found it abundantly.

You bounce on the balls of your feet with elation, hiccuping and wiping your already tear soaked face as Alhaitham takes your other hand in his,

“It is. And if you have a moment, I have a question for you.”

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“zip it up for me, would you darling?”

premise: tonight, the two of you are attending a very important gala and you need help zipping up your dress. how does he react? tw: suggestive, minors dni

teases you

he'll zip it up, but not without a fight. you groan as he wiggles his eyebrows through the reflection of the mirror. instead of zipping the dress quickly like you'd hoped, his hands make themselves at home inside the dress.

his touch is light, but very much present, his fingers run down your back, tracing circles over your hips before wrapping around to your stomach. the way the dress hugs against your skin has his hands pressed even that more closely to you. he gives a playful squeeze to your stomach before trailing his hands lower—

you grip his wrists through the fabric of your dress.

"this is a rental," you remind him carefully. "you're going to stretch the dress out if you go any further."

he hums. "that's fine with me. i can always buy you a nicer dress."

he smiles coyly, pressing a kiss to your cheek. "in fact, i'd prefer there be no dress at all."

you stare at him, surprised. but before you can reply, he's already removed his hands and zipped up your dress.

"but we can always save that for after the gala, right?"

alhaitham, childe, kaveh, venti, gorou, kazuha, heizou, ayato, kaeya

uses it as an excuse to fluster you

he'll eye you intently through the reflection of the mirror before slowly dragging his gaze down the line of your back. his gaze is heavy, letting you feel his eyes prickle on your skin.

after moments of silence, he'll zip up the dress for you, just like you asked, but he'll also pull you close to him. his hands plant themselves at your hips. his chin finds its place in the crook of your neck as his lips rest dangerously close to your ear.

there's a sly smirk playing on his lips that's telling you he's up to no good.

"now it's your turn to return the favor, dear. i need some help zipping up my pants. or zipping down, if that's what you prefer."

alhaitham, diluc, kaeya, zhongli, childe, ayato, scaramouche, venti, cyno

gets flustered

when you asked him, he'd been too preoccupied with his own suit that he didn't notice your bare back exposed to him. but when he finally looks up, he freezes.

you peer at him curiously. "is something wrong?"

for the first few seconds, he makes no reaction. his eyes are stuck to your back. you smile at his silence. "what, can't handle a bit of skin?"

it's then that he finally snaps out of it. but he doesn't dare move or change his posture.

"um, no. it's fine."

you quirk a brow at him but say nothing more about it. "then can you help me? i don't think i can reach it."

he's hesitant, but moves towards you regardless. with a pair of shaky fingers, he zips up your dress.

if you pay attention close enough, you'll hear him whisper softly under his breath.

"this is dangerous."

xiao, tighnari, scaramouche, albedo, zhongli, thoma

makes you late to the gala

he doesn't zip it at all. in fact, the moment you offer, he's on you.

"you're so beautiful. how did i ever get you as a lover?" he says as he peppers you in kisses. his arms wrap around you, tugging you closer to him. "you're gorgeous. stunning. even without the dress. speaking of which..."

needless to say, the two of you arrive fashionably late to the gala. with both of you needing to redo your hair and makeup, you two don't arrive as early as you'd planned. nonetheless, while you exchange greetings with other guests, your delivering very specific looks to each other, as if suggesting round two.

kaeya, childe, venti, kaveh, heizou, itto

(Sfw) The first time you call him a term of endearment

Characters: Albedo, Al-Haitham, Childe, Diluc, Venti

Warnings: None, reader is described to be short in Diluc's section

WC: 884 words

Pt. 2, Pt. 3

"My love, can you pass me the beaker please?" Albedo says nothing at first, passing the glass beaker to you. A few moments pass before the words you said register in his mind. He looks up from what he was doing, blinking owlishly. Feeling his gaze on you, you look up.

"Is there something bothering you?"

"You called me...'my love'." You offer a crooked smile.

"I did. Is that a problem?" He shakes his head, and you think that's the end of it, but his gaze stays focused on you. You look away and go back to fiddling with the beakers, observing how the liquid swirls around in the container. He eventually looks back at the instruments he was using, although his focus has now been shaken.

"Al-Haitham, my beloved, do you know where my bag is?" You walk out to the living room, where your boyfriend was currently reading a book on the couch. He gestures in a general direction and you move your gaze to spot the black leather bag resting against one of the bookshelves near the door. You thank him and walk over to pick it up.

"I'll be back in a couple hours. Don't wait up!" You slip on your shoes and open the door, about to step out.

"Be safe, dear," he calls after you, nearly making you stumble. You glance back at him, feeling your cheeks warm up, but his body remains the same. No signs of embarrassment or timidness from calling you 'dear.' You clear your throat and step out of the house, closing the door behind you.

The moment the door clicks shut, Al-Haitham pulls his book down, revealing the soft dusting of his cheeks.

"Baby, can you put the bread in the oven while I wash up?" You call out to Childe, drying your hands with a towel. You don't get a verbal response-- instead, after a few moments of silence, you hear rapid running and the slamming open of the kitchen door. You jump in surprise, looking back utterly bewildered at your boyfriend.

His cerulean eyes are shining with excitement and you swear he looked like a dog being offered a giant bone.

"Did you just call me 'baby?'" He asked, positively shaking from head to toe. You raise an eyebrow.

"I did. Why does tha- wha- hey!" You're cut off by Childe rushing you and wrapping his arms around your waist, picking you up and spinning around. Laughter from both of you fills the room.

"I am your baby, and you're my baby too~ So now you can no longer call me 'Childe' or 'Ajax' or even 'Tartaglia'! I will only respond to 'baby'," he explains, carefully setting you down. You shake your head laughing, taking his hands into yours.

"Well, I asked my baby to do something for me. Can you go ahead and do that?" He nods and quickly grabs the pan with the unbaked loaf of bread, rushing to throw it in the oven.

Diluc was walking down the halls of Dawn Winery, musing to himself, and almost didn't notice you jumping on your tippy-toes trying to reach the top shelf of the bookshelf. He stops and watches you, amused. He opens his mouth to offer his help, but you beat him to it.

"Darling, could you be a dear and get this book off the top shelf? I need it to return to the library before Lisa hunts me down," you request, looking over at him. His mouth parts slightly, and you notice the slight widening of his eyes.

"Ah...what?"

"The book. I need it and it appears you put it on the top shelf. Could you get it for me?" You ask again, jumping on your toes to emphasize your limits. He clears his throat and nods, walking over to assist you. It's simple and he's handing you the book in no time at all. You smile up at him, hugging the book.

"Thank you, Diluc! I'll be back soon!" You rush off to begin your journey to the Knights of Favonius Library, failing to notice the pout that was forming on your lover's lips.

"I quite prefer to be called darling instead of my own name," he whispers to himself.

Currently, you and Venti were resting under the giant tree at Windrise. While he strummed his lyre lazily, you take the time to appreciate the sounds of the peaceful environment around you. Birds chirp in the branches above you, and as the wind blows you can hear the leaves rustling. The nearby river runs freely, the water splashing against the stones guiding the path, and sunshine peeks through small gaps in the trees, shining down on your lover. The warm light compliments his soft, almost boyish features well, reminding you of how divine of a being he was. You can't help being enamored.

"I'll never get over how beautiful you look, flower," you sigh out, thinking that only you can hear it. However, Venti's ears are better than you think and his strumming pauses. He looks over at you, a smile plastered on his face.

"'Flower?' Now that's a new one," he teases, and he enjoys the embarrassed look that flashes across your face.

"But to me, you are the prettiest flower there is."

If you want me to do other characters, you can ask ❤️

Requests are open~!

Academic Rivals?

Part 1 - Scaramouche x Reader

Part 2 - Al-haitham x Reader

Part 3 - Dottore x Reader

Pairings: Al-haitham x Reader

C/W: fluff, enemies to lovers, modern au

You and Al-haitham never... Liked each other per se. You were always head butting one another, him being sarcastic and calm, while you, being hot-headed and chaotic.

You can never hold a proper conversation without belittling each other, and the conversation ends up being tossed away and forgotten.

So, what lead you to this predicament?

"Al-haitham and (Y/N), you will be working together-"

"SIR-"

"AND no objections!"

"Hmph, yes sir."

After going to their respective places, the other students were talking about their projects/research whilst the two were working individually despite needing to work together.

"You're doing that part, incorrectly, Al-haitham."

"If you must point out every little things I do, I might as well do the same, correct?"

And they fought again... Nevermind, let's skip to after class.

The students were piling out of class and going to their friend groups or go home, and (Y/N) went to theirs.

"CAN YOU BELIEVE IT-?! I'm FORCED to WORK with him! I can perfectly work on my own!"

"And then complain to us that you need a partner to work on the project because it's too much work load?"

"That's different! I just can't stand him! He took my place in the spot light so many times and he always shows it to me to tease me that I'm not at the top!"

"Alright, let's just go home, I'm sure he's not doing that on purpose..."

"BUT HE IS-!"

As (Y/N) continued to rant about how annoying their partner is and walking away, the 'partner' was listening in at the corner with someone else.

"You know, if you want them to fail so much, just distract them"

"How in the world will I do that-? Hmm... I have an idea."

"Just make sure you'll actually succeed in that plan of yours, who knows, they might outsmart you."

"Shut up, Kaveh."

"So grumpy~"

Al-haitham groaned at his roommate and walked away, not wanting to deal with him anymore.

The next day at school, Al-haitham and (Y/N) were peacefully working together, with no bickering, which surprised the others, but was relieved nonetheless because they didn't want to hear any more of their bickering

'What has gotten this man in a... Peaceful mood? He hasn't commented on my work yet...'

"That part of your essay is wrong."

"Are you saying I'm dumb?!"

"No, I'm just saying that you did that part wrong and our points may be deducted"

They looked at their work, and sure enough, it was actually wrong.

"Ah- Thanks."

He hummed as they continued working on their research, with helping one another and no fights happening.

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"And that's all, any questions?"

"None. And brava (Y/N) and Al-haitham! You successfully covered the entirety of the research and answered all of my questions right! You both get a 100 points!"

"Thank you, sir."

The day went by like a blur, the partners sticking together and talking to each other about random things, until the end of the day came.

"(Y/N), before you go, I want to ask you something."

"What is it?"

"May I take you out on a date?"

"Wow, that's new, and the last thing I expected you to ask me. Are you sure this isn't some prank?"

"No, it's not"

"Eh...? Um, sure"

"Good, I'll meet you at 12:30 pm at the park"

"Very specific, but sure, make sure that it'll be worth my time, Al-haitham"

"I'm sure I won't"

With that, they parted ways.

A few months has passed, while they started dating, much to everyones surprise.

The new semester is coming and everybody was studying their asses off, as well as the unexpected couple.

The day of the results came, and (Y/N) was gripping Al-haithams hand tightly, nervous of what their rank is.

As their eyes skimmed over the rankings, their heart leaped out of their chest as they saw their rank

"RANK ONE! HOLY DAMN"

"Eh- but- how?!"

"What do you mean, "how"? Did you really think I didn't notice your plan?"

"But why didn't you say anything?"

"Hmm? Well, I can't help but notice your puppy eyes whenever you ask me something, it seems as though you fell for me."

"Ahem... Well, I did, in fact... fall for you. Let me re-do this. Will you, (Y/N), be my partner? I promise there are no strings attached as I have noticed my undeniable feelings."

"Very formal of you, I commend you. But, my answer to that... Is yes. Now, where's our first official date will be?"

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𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 : childe-zhongli-Tighnari-Aether-Thoma-ayato-Kazuha-Gorou-Albedo-Scraramouche-Al haitham-Kaeya-Venti-Heizou

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 : nsfw, mention of blowjob and all that goes with it, Dub-con? ( venti ) exhibitionism? ( heizou - Aether - thoma)

𝐚/𝐧 : repost from my old blog. childe part has been lengthened !

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—CHILDE :: ohhhh man. He loves loves loves loves that!!! But he is childe. He'll tease you about this, Sometimes he will pull out his cock and masturbate in front of you without you being allowed to touch it, from start to the end. Look at your eyes that are filled with envy is a whole new kind of excitement for him. Ah but he is also the kind of person who fucks your mouth properly. Grabbing you by the back of the head and making you swallow his cock until it is completely in your mouth. What often makes you pass out. But who can blame him ? Having his dick fully in your warm mouth while your eyes are filled with tears but also with pleasure is a view that him and only him can have.

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— ZHONGLI :: Hear me out. I think Zhongli is an ass lover. When he's lying in bed and a little head slips between his legs to be able to suck him, he stops what he was doing and admires this pretty little ass that rises in front of him. Isn't that wonderful ? Just by looking in front of him, he has a beautiful view and if he looks down he can have another beautiful view of you taking his cock in your mouth. I also think that zhongli is the kind of person who instead of taking by the hair, takes by the ass. He will grab your ass and knead it while going down to caress your thighs. Sometimes he will spank you, not too hard but just enough to leave a red mark.

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—TIGHNARI :: Even though making love is good, Tighnari is sometimes just too tired for it. Does that bother you? No. Is it a chance for him? Probably. Because what's better than coming home from a hard day's work and finding your girlfriend ready to give you nothing but pleasure? Absolutely nothing. He doesn't even have to worry about having to clean up after because you swallow everything leaving nothing but your boyfriend's clean cock and empty balls.

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—AETHER :: It is quite difficult to find a time where you can have a good time without being disturbed or having to do it in the middle of a forest full of insects. But…for sucking a cock it's much easier. Going under the table whenever you are in a restaurant has become a habit for you. Aether often says that you should eat instead but for you its between his legs that is your meal. Or when he is resting in the infirmary after a fight. He'd like to tell you that you can't do this anywhere or sometimes he feels a little bad that he can't give you as much pleasure as you do. But you're just too good at it and his dick missed you.

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—THOMA :: He's such a sweetheart. When you suck him he can't help but be flustered and let out moans. So it's hard to stay calm when with a meal with Lord Ayato while searching a spoon that you dropped, you started kissing his clothed cock . Of course Ayato can see that something is going on and he is not stupid, he knows very well that picking up a spoon does not take that long. But it amuses him that Thoma tries to keep his image in front of him, so he lets it go. Of course, after a while, he will use an excuse to slip away and leave you two alone. Like Aether, Thoma would like to tell you something about it but it's so good so he figures he'll have to practice to keep his calm. (You received a raise when you thought you were going to be fired for not being able to hold back from sucking your boyfriend's cock.)

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—AYATO :: Is a very busy person, but that doesn't stop him from wanting you. So, of course, when he sees you come in, he already knows he's going to have a good time. He manages to concentrate on his work while his fiancée takes his cock in her mouth like an ice cream. If he ever gets frustrated with his work, he can just grab your hair and fuck your mouth until all his frustration is released.

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—KAZUHA :: He is a person who moves around a lot, yet he always finds time for this kind of thing. No matter how long you were together, you never found the right time to do it. And of course, it was too embarrassing to tell him. But one day, you got your period just as he came home. At the beginning, kazuha seemed to be understanding and he even took care of you. But he was much stickier than usual and his kisses were more passionate. You finally understood. Kazuha was needy. Isn't that perfect ? Now you have an excuse to do so and you're not going to let it go. Your boyfriend was making your bath when you entered the room. He didn't have time to understand, that you were already on your knees. As soon as you started touching and kissing his cock, he got hard. The moment your lips touched his cock seemed unreal. You could do whatever you want with this pretty cock and you intend to enjoy it. Kazuha, your boyfriend was desperately trying to hold on to the edge of the bathtub. He couldn't help but moan, how could you be so good ? It didn't take long for him to cum under your repetitive licks. The moment you felt his cum in your mouth was like a reward for you. You wanted more...but you had to hold back ! You were taken by surprise, when some time later, he asked you if you could do it again. Awww, how cute he is !

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—GOROU :: You became addicted to it because it was with him. Ears that move while you suck his cock. Or his moans that he couldn't hold back, was like a melody to you. His reaction when you swallow it all or when his semen ends up on you. You loved them all. But your favorite was when you took his cock back into your mouth, now sensitive after cumming. Ahhh…You just couldn't stop. Which was a shame for him, who was really embarrassed.

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—ALBEDO :: Albedo is Albedo. He always wants to examine everything even your embarrassing desire to suck his cock. You think you could suck him anywhere and everywhere ? Absolutely not. It wants to see all the reactions of your body while you are doing it. Albedo lying on the bed, you, riding on him, each can see well the intimate part of the other…It's just too embarrassing. Of course, every time you do, you can't help but feel flustered but as soon as you have his dick in your mouth, you forget about it.

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—SCARAMOUCHE :: He is full of himself but it is only a facade to hide his sadness of his past. Even if he reveals himself to you a little, it is impossible for him to reveal how good it feels when you suck him. Then you go under the desk. Literally. Thanks to this, your view is blocked and 'scara doesn't need to retain his facial expressions. But maybe he should hold back his moaning, because from below you can't see anything, but you can hear everything. Then you know very well how much he enjoys it.

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—AL HAITHAM :: He is the kind of person who only needs one thing after coming home from a long day. He wants to empty his balls. And what could be better than a partner who loves it ? Nothing. When you walk through the bedroom door in your underwear, it makes him shiver a little. And the moment you get on your knees, his cock can't help but get hard. Ah but don't get it wrong. He will grab you by the hair and fuck your mouth properly. Perhaps a little too much so…. Well… What he likes the most is when you take his entire cock in your mouth. So sometimes you pass out. This bastard has no regrets.

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— KAEYA :: He likes the same position as albedo. It happened that he wondered why you like to suck his cock so much. And he quickly understood. Having your pussy on top of him, that smell that came out of it. It's so intoxicating…He wants to lick it, he wants to lick every corner, he wants to devour it—he wants to eat you. Mmhh, Aren't the two of you a good match ? I think it is. Ah but don't worry, Kaeya also loves it when you are on your knees in front of him taking his big cock in your mouth. Well, in fact in any case it excites him so you can be sure that you will spend a long night.

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— VENTI :: He often comes home drunk. It doesn't bother you more than that. But sometimes it is really naughty, he kisses you with passion, intertwining your tongues, bites your neck and licks your ears. But of course if that wasn't enough, perhaps because of the alcohol, he sometimes rubs his hard cock against you. What can you do ? He needed it, he wanted it, it was almost like he was asking you to do it. So here you are, sucking your drunken boyfriend's cock. Again probably because of the alcohol, he was very sensitive and very frank about how good you made him feel. In the morning, you find yourself apologizing to him when normally he should be the one apologizing for coming home drunk. Venti never understood why, but the day he woke up with his memories of the night before, he sulkily asked you why you only did it when he was drunk and he said that he might as well praise you when he has all his senses.

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— HEIZOU :: As a good detective, it didn't take him long to notice how much you liked it. And it is not to his displeasure. As soon as he has free time, or rather decides that he has some, he comes to you to let you enjoy his cock. What a gentleman…Well, not exactly. By dint of doing it there are a few things you discovered that you wouldn't have wanted. For example, when you feel a vein forming on his dick it means that someone is watching you. Yes, he knows it and it excites him. When you look up in panic you see a heizou with a smirk on his face. All you can do is to go back to your seat with tears in your eyes due to the embarrassment.

He's so pussydrunk that he fucks you so fucking good that you're just too blissed out to even comprehend his praises. He babbles about how good you're to him, how you're taking him and how beautiful you are. Fuck, he just loves how your warmth is wrapped around him. It's so good, he loves being buried deep inside of you, feeling your warm gummy walls wrapped so tightly around him, practically milking him out. He's just in love, so in love. He loves everything about you, all the way to your tight n' warm cunt that flutters around him whenever the crown of his cock would kiss your womb with every thrust he made. Your sweet, sweet moans were music to his ears. He would die happily like this if he could.

—— AETHER, DILUC, albedo, zhongli, childe, xiao, THOMA, gorou, KAVEH, tighnari, cyno, dainsleif, baizhu, ITTO, KAZUHA, GEPARD, luocha, luka, dan heng, JING YUAN, sampo, welt

He's the one who makes you a dumb, babbling, cockdrunk for him. He has your face flushed into the pillows, tears forming in your eyes, cheeks flushed and drool coming from the corner of your lips. You were babbling incoherent words, but he found it cute that you were too overstimulated, too cockdrunk to even comprehend anything. It's not like he minded, afterall, that pretty little head of your don't need to think about anything except for his cock that continues to ram inside of you, mixed cum leaking out of your hole and staining his cock. Your walls were squeezing him so tightly while he gives another slap to your cheek, making you jolt forward a bit and yelp from the sensation of his slap. He's so mean, he would slap your ass to keep you awake, pull your hair, and leave bruises on your hips..but it's not like you minded anyway. Afterall m, you're his cute little cockdrunk slut <33

—— SCARAMOUCHE, abyss!aether, kaeya, AYATO, ALHAITHAM, dainsleif, HEIZOU, TIGHNARI, XIAO, cyno, DAN FENG, BLADE, jing yuan

CAN U FUCKING BOTS STOP POSTING FUCKING LINKS W THE IMAGE BEING A FUCKING GIRL FLASHING ME WHENEVER I BROWSE A FUCKING TAG OH MY GOD?????????

A/N: As my 2 year anniversary here in Tumblr... why not treat myself to another thirst?👀

He say he wanna touch it, and tease it, and squeeze it

While my piggy bank is hungry, my n**, you need to feed it.~

men who will spoil the shit out of you. giving you any kinds of gifts everytime you two see each other. men who will protect you from filthy men, either a look or a touch. men who will take you out to a fancy dinner, kisses your ring on your left ring finger. men who will put a hand on you thigh as you drive back to your lovely home. men who will carry you on their shoulder as they make their way to you bedroom. gently puts you down on the bed and ravish you like a starved man you know he is.

stimulating your clit as his other free hand roams around your body, memorizing how smooth it feels under his hands. kisses you on your neck, working his way down as he reaches his destination. basically, worshipping your body.

◇ Kuroo Tetsurou, Gojo Satoru, Nanami Kento, Tartaglia, Diluc Ragvindr, Al Haitham, Ayato Kamisato, Ushijima Wakatoshi, Kenma Kozume, Zhongli, Kita Shinsuke, Daichi Sawamura, Oikawa Tooru

heyyo!

(not me doing it wronf the first time sorry!!)

imagine tho

fem!/gn! reader cuddling with genshin men (alhaitham preferably) platonically and getting hard

like AIIDJWNWKS

I wasn't sure if this was like a friend or S/O situation, but I think this checks out. Hopefully.

They get hard while cuddling

Characters: Al Haitham, Xiao, Scaramouche/Wanderer, Heizou

Reader: Gn // Genre: Smut (suggestive) // No Cw.

Al Haitham:

Al Haitham isn't much the type to talk unless it's needed. He prefers silence (hence the earplugs), so any time you're even just in the same room, to him, it passes as quality time. That being said, it wouldn't be impossible to convince him to snuggle up together during one of his reading sessions, so long as you promise not to disturb him too often.

Now, Al Haitham can go quite a while without having to change positions, so most likely – unless you fall asleep against him – you'll be the first to move. However, after multiple instances of this, for varying lengths if time, it was only natural that his body would betray him at some point.

He'd randomly gotten hard. For no particular reason. Maybe you'd "accidentally" brushed against his clothed cock at some point, but it really doesn't matter; now, he's stuck in this situation that is naturally quite embarrassing, even for someone who doesn't usually care about others' opinions. But this is you we're talking about, and Al Haitham does care about what you think of him, as subtle as he tries to be about it.

So, he does notice his unfortunate predicament quite early on. But, instead of leaving to... take care of the problem, he decides to just leave it as is and see what happens. Maybe it'll go down on its own, or maybe you won't even notice. Maybe something worse – or much better – will happen if/when you do notice. But he's not going to disturb how comfortable you are just for the risk of his own potential embarrassment. He'll deal accordingly with whatever outcome comes his way.

Xiao:

Surprisingly, once he trusts you, Xiao isn't that hard to rope into cuddling up with you. However, it is quite hard to get him to stay. With the constant nagging in the back of his mind telling him to get moving, he can't help but be a little fidgety at times, sometimes even leaving when his debt gets a bit too overwhelming.

But, regardless of all this, Xiao will still find ways to show his gradual acceptance, and even craving, for your closeness. That may be him standing closer to you, seeking you out more often, or, eventually, even him being the one to ask you to huddle up together. At some point, it'll become something that he expects to happen, and on the odd occasion that it doesn't, he can't help but feel that something just isn't right. (You'll have to be the one to tell him that it's because he misses you).

Because of how new the physical touch that you're sharing is to Xiao, it'll obviously feel quite strange, to start off. This leaves plenty of opportunities for him to accidentally get hard while pressed up against you. The worst thing, – in his opinion – is that he doesn't even notice until one of you shifts to get into a more comfortable position. At first, he's kind of confused, until the realisation settles heavy in his mind, at which point he'll start working himself into a nervous frenzy; all while you're there just calmly enjoying yourself.

Not wanting you to have to deal with his "problem", Xiao will try to create some type of distance between you two. Whether it's just pulling away from you a bit, or trying to leave, depends on how conscious you are to his sudden odd behaviour. However, if you end up asking him about it, he'll instantly apologise, hesitantly explaining his accident (as if he can control it). However, no matter how much he wants to, Xiao won't leave until you've had enough time to decide how you want to proceed.

Scaramouche/Wanderer:

How you managed to convince him to try this, even he doesn't know. But now that you've already trapped him in the optimal position for some warm, comfortable hugs... it's hard not to fall further into your embrace.

Scaramouche would be very tense upon feeling your touch at first, understandably so. He's never had much physical touch at all, let alone been in an environment where that would be a safe thing to welcome. So, he'd need you to be relaxed for him to be able to follow suit, gradually easing up in your proximity.

As soon as he notices the uncomfortable stiffness between his legs, Scaramouche would instantly feel awkward, inwardly hoping it would go away on its own. He doesn't like not being in control, especially of his own body, so this happening certainly doesn't make this unfamiliar situation any easier.

Of course, as always, Scaramouche would not be the first to point out what was happening. He'll hide the steadily rising embarrassment as his usual confidence, pushing the blame onto you and accusing you of purposefully grinding against him to get him hard if you call him out on it. He'll make half-hearted threats to keep you quiet, but overall, he wouldn't want to stop just yet. Not when he's just starting to get used to the feel of you being so close to him... It may be a lot harder to get him to agree to do this again, though. He'll need some extra reassurance.

Used to being an observer, Heizou can be slightly uncertain with his movements when he's this close to you. He can find it kind of hard to shut off his detective brain at times, but once he gets used to it, he soon realises that holding you like this is the easiest way to get him to relax.

Heizou:

During these moments, Heizou likes to keep a conversation going. It's not always about something in particular, just whatever topic springs to mind. You don't even have to join in, if you don't want to; he's perfectly content just to let his mind wander and his words follow aimlessly while you listen.

Unfortunately, at some point, his thoughts will start to become sidetracked, suddenly focusing on the pressure of your body pressed so closely to his, especially... down there. Now, Heizou doesn't get embarrassed. Not in the slightest. Instead, he's annoyed.

Irritated by this turn of events, Heizou tries to ignore the hardness he feels. But, no matter how he shifts or how well he controls his voice, there's no way he'd be able to play this off. Of course, your comfort is the only thing on his mind at this point, so he'd be pretty open about it. Giving you some space and even making a small quip at his own humility, he tries to keep the friendly atmosphere flowing even as he leaves to take care of himself.

If you're not too put off by this, Heizou is totally up for more cuddles with you.

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