It was often you spent nights alone in your house; although two live here, only one often occupies the space. You work a regular job while your boyfriend works in the military—König isn’t home too often, so you’re used to sleeping on the giant mattress alone. You would have gotten an animal by now, but certain animals make König anxious due to their usage out on the field. He tries his best to leave his job at the door so he can come back home to you be the one you need, but it can be hard.
A good way he settles down is relaxing, whilst either being held or holding you. König uses you to ground himself to a different reality he must live in to survive in the field. Your house isn’t too big, but when König’s gone? It’s massive to you. Spending your nights alone unless maybe you call a friend over, but that’s rare. You see your home as your space, as his space.
You’re sleeping peacefully on your bed, using König’s pillow with your arms wrapped around it. A thick blanket lays over you that’s also König’s, and of course, to add it on top; you’re wearing his clothes. What can you say? You miss him. You’re awoken by a heavy dip in the bed and large arms being wrapped around you, and you automatically wake up and assume it’s König, greeting the once quiet air with a soft “hmm?”
You hear a quiet and raspy voice shush you, “Go back to sleep, baby, it’s okay.” He sounds absolutely exhausted, his heavy arm limp around you. You hum again and slowly flip over to the other side, digging your head into his warm chest, your arms wrapping around him too. You don’t say anything as you let him melt against you, and you slowly drift back to sleep, faster than you usually do because you sleep well when he’s near.
Summary: Mornings are a pain, aren't they? So let Alhaitham hold you for just five more minutes, won't you?
Word Count: 1.3k
Tags: Fluff, Slight Crack, Established relationship (reader x husband!alhaitham), very slight spoilers for the archon quest + his story quest
A/N: i can't get alhaitham out of my brain honestly
“Haitham, habibi, let go…”
“Mmnh… Not yet…”
“The sun’s already up. I’ll be late if you don’t let me go, Haitham…”
There’s no life to your words; anyone would be just as unenthused about having to go to work. You're not a stranger to the way you just want to melt back into the bed and ignore your responsibilities, especially when you had work and he, didn't.
Though, it seems like he's upset about that fact, too. Your weak complaints barely even make it into Alhaitham's ears with how tightly he’s hugging you against him. They're muffled against the flesh of his skin as he holds you like one would a beloved stuffed toy. Either he's sleeping deeply, or he's outright ignoring you in favour of holding you a little while longer.
With his arm acting as your pillow and your legs tangled beneath the sheets, you’ve honestly never felt more comfortable in your life. The air was light and cool, and the silk sheets felt heavenly on your skin. Truthfully, you still weren’t too sure if you were awake or if this was all just a dream. It’s been rather disorienting after the truth of the use of the Akasha terminals had come to light.
Eyes still bleary with sleep, you struggle to catch a glimpse of your lover past the shadows of the muscles that were caging you in. All you manage to catch is the way that the sunlight was filtering through your windows. Past your curtains and into the room, they bathe your shared bedroom in a soft morning glow. You can’t see it, but you can feel the rays that lap at your skin and his, mimicking the warmth of melted butter and lightly toasted marshmallows and everything good and well in this world.
“Five more…” you hear him mumble, arms tightening around you as he pulls you even closer towards him. The smell of his body wash is nothing short of home. “God, just five more minutes…”
It didn’t sound like he was talking to you. His eyes were barely even open. A clingy Alhaitham was something you hadn’t expected when you had first begun dating, but you weren’t about to complain. It was endearing. Sweet. If you didn’t have work, you’d melt back into his embrace and mould yourself against him in an instant.
“I have work, Haitham.”
“So?”
Spoken like a true linguist.
“Not all of us can escape it as easily as you can,” you mumble, trying to fight him off amidst the haze of your mind.
It’s a pathetic attempt. Between your heavy limbs and your desire to stay in for just a little while longer, all you manage to do is run a palm across his broad shoulders, lightly patting at his biceps in hopes that he did the work instead of poor, sleepy you. He doesn’t. He cages you in and locks you down. Alhaitham does shift, but only to roll on top of you. To trap you underneath him, pinning you down with his weight.
As much as you like to complain, the weight of him is more of a comfort than a hindrance.
“Don’t go in,” he mumbles, lips moving against the pulse of your neck as he inhales deeply. The hair on your skin stands, and you squirm at the brush of air against the slope of your neck. “They haven’t accepted my resignation yet, have they? Tell them I allowed it.”
That makes you laugh a little. You can even feel a corner of his lip quirk up when you do.
“Are you abusing your authority?”
“If Azar could do it, why can’t I?” He says, always quick with his words. They’re raspy and soft in your ear, filled with unadulterated affection. He noses into your neck. “It’s not like I’m trying to build a God.”
“Yeah, you’re trying to flatten me instead.”
You hear him grumble atop you. “No I’m not.”
Resigned to your fate, you stay still for a while more, content to be drifting in and out of consciousness. There wasn’t much to do today, anyway. Coming in a little later than usual would be fine. If your hard-working lover wanted five more minutes, who were you not to give him that temporary period of peace?
You’re not sure how long you’ve been laying there, but eventually, you hear Alhaitham’s breathing start to even out.
So you nudge him.
“What?” He grumbles, voice laced with sleep. Almost like a disgruntled child, Alhaitham buries his face deeper against you as you tap his arm weakly once more.
“I’m serious. I need to go to work. It's been five minutes.”
“No.”
“Haitham.”
“I’ll cover for you.” You can hear his hand patting around the bed, searching yours out, interlinking your fingers when he’s successful. His lips brush over your collarbone as they begin peppering sloppy kisses against the exposed skin, clustering them over one spot. “Won’t get you in trouble. Promise.”
He squeezes your hand, lifting his head just enough to catch your eye.
“Stay in with me for the day?”
Well... He asked really nicely.
Arms moving to wrap around his back, it’s your turn to pull him close before sleep could whisk you away once more.
Extra:
The house is flooded with the aroma of spices, simmering meat, and caramelised onions.
You wake to an empty bed, the sun high up in the sky. Whatever warmth that once lingered on the other side of the bed was now gone; replaced. You’d never understand how he always manages to get out of the most convoluted positions without waking you up in the process.
“Haitham?” You call out. His earpieces are still on the bedside table and the curtains were still drawn. You can hear the stove turn off, just rooms away from you. Just barely, there’s the sound of utensils being set down and crockery being moved.
Rubbing your eyes as you slip out of bed, you stumble out of the bedroom. Sleep still beckons you into her loving embrace, but you fight against it to find your husband in the kitchen.
“Habibti,” you hear him greet just somewhere in front of you, as you bumble your way towards him. It smelled delicious. A few dishes are already set on the dining table.
“Careful,” he whispers, pulling, and tucking you into his chest. Soaking in his warmth feels like being set in an oven, a non-existent timer ticking down to the second you’d inevitably have to part. Until then, you live in the moment and enjoy what life has to offer. What Haitham has to offer.
And he has so much.
Little symbols are traced into your back, letters spelling words in different languages that you’ve learnt were variations of mine, mine, mine.
“Don’t go falling back asleep on me now,” he croons, lightly poking you when he notices your eyes starting to droop. “It’s almost one in the afternoon.”
Had you slept for that long?
His fingers pause.
“Love?”
“Hmm?”
“Why aren’t you at work?”
“You told me to stay in with you,” you mumble, reluctantly pulling away to look up at him. Messy grey bangs frame his face, and you brush them aside.
His eyes twinkle with affection; and mirth.
“Hm. Did I?”
It takes a while for his words to settle in, but when they do, panic seizes your chest upon the thought that you might have really dreamt that up. You jerk away from him, adrenaline thrumming through your veins as you grip his arms.
The facade breaks. His lips curl up.
Alhaitham laughs at your expression, squeezing your side and pulling you in despite your silent protests to press his lips to the crown of your head. “I’m kidding. I had a letter sent in just now.”
You smack his arm. “It’s not funny!”
“It’s pretty funny,” he pecks your temple. “Brush your teeth and join me for lunch. I made your favourites.”
A/N: i don't think its possible for me to ever shut up about alhaitham anymore
synopsis: Call him selfish but he can't help wanting your gaze to be directed at him.
Dottore x reader (gn!)
word count: 1k
warnings: jealousy (slight), Akademiya Dottore aka. Zandik is the name he goes by, the other dude is Alhaitham's predecessor, non-established relationship.
He doesn’t like to admit it, but just like everyone else at the Akademiya, he has to follow a schedule. It is one thing to have assigned classes with professors he either admires or looks down upon while being forced to listen to them run their mouth. But, perhaps, what is even worse – is that every student has their own habits that come to constitute a schedule. He knows who is going to get their fortune read from coffee grains right at dawn (because apparently, they are more accurate); if they had true things a dedicated scholar needed, they would not rely on something so arbitrary. He knows just where his peers go to rest – and he hates that he knows your schedules aren’t aligned with his during this time.
It is one thing to be in different darshans so that he cannot gain access to you for a week, but it is a completely different thing to finish one of his secret small-scale experiments and to come back only to see your gaze resting on someone else. Someone he doesn’t even know the name of. Are they not unworthy of it? Of your warmth?
Zandik’s schedule includes others being fascinated with his mind and talent. If he finishes a lab experiment, both peers and professors stay behind to ask him questions. He isn’t blind to how his knowledge, personality and handsome looks if gossip is anything to go by – attracted awe. When he comes back to the Akademiya with visible exhaustion written all over his face; it is no surprise that his ‘fan club’ rushes to greet him in the hallways, to extend their homecooked meals or quick snacks and drinks to him. He thanks them, but he never takes theirs – he always finds a way to pester you into giving him one bite and one sip of your own lunch.
What would he say he thinks of you? He finds you interesting and intriguing. Synonyms in his mind that belong to you are: warmth, passion and empathy. Some of those he knows he is starting to lack. In the start, you would greet him just like everyone else, you would chat about unimportant things like the weather if both of you were waiting for a professor on their floor, you would congratulate him without any jealousy on his own achievements.
Something kept telling him to seek you out, during lunch or study hours in the library. He simply wanted to know more about you. And while he deems your passion a true necessity for a scholar, your mind almost as brilliant as his own – he always felt that you would be too soft for this man-hinders-man world without him.
So just who is that standing by your side right now? And why is your hand resting on his arm? Dottore knows the deepest colors of your eyes (because he was curious enough to hold your face one night under the starlight) – he has grown so fond of your eyelashes (because they give away who you are gazing at fondly, because you always make a wish with them) – so why is everything he considers charming looking at someone else?
“Zandik!”, says the female researcher he knows is plagiarising her thesis, “Please take some of my homemade cookies.”
He stands still in the circle of his admirers, but he barely hears her or anyone else because your hand just brushed the shoulder of that man.
Call him egotistical or attention seeking, but whoever that person is – they are unworthy.
He moves away the girl’s hand, says a quick excuse me that he does not mean, and starts walking in your direction.
The man has a dumbstruck look on his face as you talk. Zandik thinks you carry your emotions on your face so loudly that he could grow to advise you against it. You give it away – you are impressed with that unknown man.
Every step he takes towards you gives him a new idea on how to approach this situation. Rudely interrupt, barge in with his own topic; grab your hand and drag you away while talking about the rain; simply stand there and glare at the man. All of those options fill him with different kinds of joy but then he settles on the next one that comes to mind.
Instead of any of that, Zandik walks up and hugs you from behind. Nothing odd surely? You two would exchange quick hugs as greetings and as a goodbye at the end of the day. But what is new is this situation, this proximity to it, he can’t help but rest his head against your shoulder before he says good morning, in that deep honeyed voice. In the background he can hear the sound of something hitting the ground. Must be the cookies he refused earlier.
“W-What? Ugh Zandik! What is wrong with you? Where did you come from?!”
Good, now your attention is on him. He still doesn’t let you go, instead he raises his eyebrows up at the man completely frozen and suddenly lost in such a way that it almost looks like he is rolling his eyes. He wins this round.
“What is wrong with me, huh? I was just cold and you are very warm-blooded.”
“I don’t remember being a stove. Move.”
Ah, there it is, your personality he finds more charming than anything. Could you be telling him to move because of this man? He rolls his eyes again and detaches himself from you, losing your warmth.
“I-I will see you around!”
Good, the man is already leaving the hallway and not even looking at you anymore. Dottore finds himself pleased as he leans against the wall.
“Who was that boring guy you were talking to just now?”
“Alhayith? He is my project partner.”
He should really adjust his schedule to keep a better track of yours. Perhaps he should become a double major?
“I see.” He doesn’t want to keep talking about him.
“Do you have food?”
“I do. I am not letting you have a single bite this time.”
You’re already walking away and he follow you.
“What if I tell you I haven’t had any food in exactly 15 hours and 38 minutes?”
“Fine.” You say it with a sigh. “You get 3 bites and 2 sips.”
a/n: If you give him more than 3 bites you are a simp and he doesn't deserve them!
Haha guess who my favourite genshin character is i bet you wouldnt
Anyways i got bored and my brain gave me a plot idea and praised itself for it so now its making me write it
-ˋˏ✄— Endearing
˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳ Il Dottore x Reader
Pronouns: they/them
"Little trinkets from Il Dottore had always been endearing."
.navigation. // .genshin impact masterlist.
Sighing heavily, Y/n watched calm waves kiss at their feet, before retreating back to the ocean, who's reflections of the cloudless sky bring shimmering lights upon a sullen face.
How long had they been in Liyue? Surely Tartaglia had finished his mission by now.
'Why did I have to be here?' They asked to none but themself. 'I just wanna go back to Snezhnaya, the frost biting chill of Dottore's lab is more bearable than he scorching heat of summers in Liyue.'
Perhaps it had been months since they'd last seen the blue haired doctor, manically laughing to himself as his hands easily and swiftly moved around one of his mechanisms.
They missed watching him, from a safe distance, his eccentric coat wrapped around them, quietly tinkering with a small object that Dottore gave them weeks prior. They missed the hums of interest as the man thought of hundreds or millions of ways to dismantle the ruin guard. They missed the little glances he gave them, giving himself assurance that they were still there, not near enough for his experiments to do harm to them, but not far enough so he would be assured that they were there, in his lab, safe with him.
They missed Il Dottore and his little endearing antics.
Waves rushed along the sand, the shoreline evident as the water rushed off to find a riptide, to return to the ocean where it lay home to.
Footsteps approached, and Y/n didn't spare a glance as they knew weary footsteps only belonged to one of Tartaglia's agents.
"My lord," the pyro agent bowed, standing a few feet back from where they sat. They never liked the title. With a role below the Harbingers but above all else, being called 'my lord' didn't sit well. "A package has arrived in Northerland Bank, from Il Dottore. I have brought it along with me, in case you would have wanted it now."
A hum, a glance over he shoulder with a raised brow, and a curious glint to their eye was all the pyro agent needed to know as he slowly approached them. Bowing, he presented the package with outstretched arms.
Gingerly taking the package, Y/n inspected the well cared for box, a ribbon with a familiar shade of blue keeping it closed.
They nodded, and the pyro agent disappeared into a cloud of shadows, swiftly moving away and back to his original post on Liyue Harbor.
Softly brushing heir hands against the blue ribbon, they lightly tugged at it, pulling it apart and wrapping it around their wrist.
Opening the box, they were met with an adorable little plush, blue hair in messy waves, red eyes peeking out from a mask, and sharp, toothy grin visible from its right side.
"How adorable," they said. "It's a little you!"
A note, familiar rushed handwriting scibbled in dark ink.
'For you, my dear. Press on the hand, you'll find a surprise. —Il Dottore.'
A chuckle left their lips, and doing as the note said, they gently pressed on the gloved hand of the Dottore plush.
"...Is this working?" They could hear his voice echo from the plush. "Hmm, it seems to be functional."
A cough echoed, and a manical laugh followed.
"Ah, my dear! It seems that another one of my experiments have worked, yet again!" Another cough, and Dottore's voice turned softer, a tone he'd only use around Y/n. "How are you faring in the land of the Geo Archon? Has Tartaglia troubled you at all?"
Y/n chuckled. Of course, the first thing he would do is ask how they are. Dottore had always been protective, especially around the ginger Harbinger.
"...No matter, you can always send me a letter back. This is a mere recording, after all. It has been torterous long weeks since I've seen you. It's agitating, really. I find my subordinates more incompetent, and days grow longer. How much longer do you have to be so far for? I've spent my remaining time tinkering with this device. But, it seemed like a mere recording box was a bit too little. So, I ordered one of the Snezhnayan toymakers to create this...plush of me. I paid them a more than fair amount, worry not. I've put the recording inside, hoping you'll have something of me during your remaining time in Liyue."
A long pause followed after, and Y/n assumed the recording had finished.
"...Come back as soon as you can and safely. Please."
It was quiet, lower than a whisper, and Y/n could sense the slight desperation in his voice. Sure, they had sent messages back and forth, but they were so busy and the distance bewteen Snezhnaya and Liyue was not small, so it was no easy task.
Y/n smiled, knowing that Il Dottore truly did care for them.
"I should probably tell Tartaglia that if he keeps me here for longer, Dottore might kill him."
Or, perhaps they would keep that to themself, see what the ginger would do under the doctor's sharp glares.
“So tell me, how did it come to this? How are you any better?”
hey like 1000 years later I finished it!!!! whole lotta time went into this after thinking about Natsu and Dabi fighting, and I can’t say I’m 100% happy but now you all have to be emo with me B)
Inktober Day 5 - For this one I switched momentarily to the Arcana Inktober’s list by Sybilmarlowe and Oreyuki_sumiko (on Instagram) : “Drew your fav character with their Masquerade outfit” - couldn’t resist to that prompt ^^
I love so much the preview outfit for Asra I needed to draw it again ❤️ I did another redesign of his fox mask (remember my very first drawing of him with a japanese inspired mask? ;))
Hi!! I just found your blog and I adore your writing! Could I possibly request my boy Hawks with an s/o who’s got really bad anxiety, and after a tough week, she breaks down and he whispers sweet nothings to her and calms her down?? It’s super specific I know >< I’ve had a rough couple months—
Just a Little Bit of Cheering Up
I literally have 2 drafts in process right now, BUT SCREW THAT YOU NEED SOME CHEERING UP PRONTO! I hope you’re okay, and my DM is always open if you wanna talk!
Ship: Hawks x Reader
Warnings: Pretty sad at first
Category: Sad to Fluff
Being in a relationship with Hawks was amazing. However due to being the number 2 hero, he’s constantly busy. So the time you two share is something special, and you didn’t want to ruin it with your problems.
So you kept it hidden from him all week. Holding yourself together by mear strings, as more and more things pulled on and on. Hawks was on a mission tonight for the LOV so you could at least calm down before he gets back.
Entering your shared home, you made sure the lock was in place before you broke down. Everything from this week flooding over you as the dams behind your eyes opened. You sobed and cried, heart pouring out as much as your tears.
Your legs felt shaky, so you collapsed in your doorway. Your feet falling, just like how you were falling apart. Or at least you would have if not for a pair of strong arms. Hawks had caugh you, wrapping his arms around you as he pulled you close.
‘Hey,’ he whispered, ‘it’s okay, I’m here now.’ His damp wings situated themselves around your frame, as he rubbed circles down your back. From the water droplets on his arms, it seems he had just gotten out of the shower. Hearing your crying and rushing to help you.
Institutionally, you clinged to your boyfriend. You didn’t want to bother him, but you couldn’t pull yourself away from him. All you wanted was someone to be with you right now, and it seemed fate decided that Hawks was the best option.
Short and sweet sentences spilled from his slips, anything to get you to clam down and feel better, ‘shhh’ ‘aww my little dove’ ‘let it all out’ ‘it’s okay’ ‘I’ve got you, I won’t let you fall’
The falling feeling is replaced as he picks your frame up, and taking you to the couch.
‘Be gentle with yourself okay?’ He said as he attempted to kiss away some of the tears.
Spreading his wigs, Kei sat down, maneuvering you onto his chest. ‘Just breath, nothing can get you as long as I’m here.’ He whispered as bold red wings incased your crying frame.
‘Hey, why don’t I tell you a story to cheer you up?’
He new not to ask you what was wrong, once you were ready to talk about it, you would. He would listen with open ears, but for now, all he wanted was that beautiful smile to return to your face.
‘Once Upon a time, there lived a handsom, wonderful, and very dashing prince. Did I mention he was handsome?’ You could feel individual feathers leave your boyfriend, one dimming the lights so it wouldn’t hurt your puffy eyes.
You’re attention shifted, his voice always had a calming affect on you. It was also pretty cute how he narcissistically boated his ego (of course you knew he was doing it to get you to smile).
‘Now this prince was loved throughout the land. However they only knew what he wanted them to. No one ever tried looking past it. Except for a neighboring princess.’ One of the feathers returned with a soft blanket, draping it over your calmer frame.
‘She was beautiful, adventurous, but she let her troubles build up. Her beautiful face would become stained with her tears, and this broke the handsome princes heart.’ You could easily tell what your boyfriend was doing, especially after every sentence he placed a small kiss on you.
‘So the prince devised a plan. He would woo the lovely dove, help her threw anything that troubled her, and while he did this, he would work on a surprise.’ The mention of a suprise intrigued you, but you decided to keep silent.
A few more feathers left, flying behind the two of you. ‘He would stay by her side, talking to her, telling wounderful stories of his adventures. He saw the way the light returned to her eyes, and that’s when he was sure of his dessition.’
A little gift bag flew in, feathers dropping it between the two of you. ‘The generous prince decided the princess needed a break from her royal duties. So he called up the royal... ummmmm boss? And told them that she’d be taking the next week off, and accompanying the prince to...’
Curiously you ripped open the little bag, digging through, and pulling out multiple postcards from all around the world.
‘You’ll need to pack light though, I can only carry so much for such long distances.’ He smiled, one that reached his loving eyes. ‘You make me smile everyday, so I want to be able to make you smile in return.’
You pulled him into a closer hug, more tears escaping your beautiful eyes. These ones however were joyful, your previous ones long forgotten. ‘When did you have time to do all this?!’
One hand left your back as he rubbed his neck. ‘It was a little last minute, I was going to suprise you next week, so I finished everything up as we were talking’
‘You’re truly amazing!’ You laughed, his hands returning to rub small circles.
Keigo could feel his heart swell. You’re adorable laugh better then any song or melody ‘I think you mean amazingly lucky. For I was fortunate enough to meet someone as wonderful and loving as you.’
He pulled your face up to his, ‘but seriously, don’t bottle it all up. I’m always here for you, don’t forget that okay. We can tackle anything together, that includes anything going up in there!’ And to ununciate his point, he poked the skin of your forehead.
‘You know I love you my little dove, so let me show you just how much I care. Also wear warm, flying fast for that long will give you the chills.’
My favorite thing about "Ok Boomer" is that, instead of arguing, the youth unconsiously and collectively decided to literally just verbally wave boomers off and treat them like children who won't shut up and i think that's beautiful
