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ABOUT ME.. !! hi my name is zyr and i’m 18 years old from the philippines. I like drawing and writing my brainrots but this would be a writings blog! i go by any pronouns OTHER than they/them (NO THEY/THEM)

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Love Rivalry (COMPLETE) — kaveh x reader

[himeryu]

— The Season of Himawari: Chapter One

PAIRING Kamisato Ayato x reader (no use of gendered terms)

TAGS (heavy) angst, romance, bittersweet, canon divergence, possibly unrequited love, yearning, childhood friends, second person, mondstadter reader, gunnhildr reader

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The season of himawari finally graced its blessings on the land of eternity. Summer has come. 

A year has passed since the abolishment of the vision hunt decree, and–for the first time in years–the people of eternity finally found it in themselves to embrace the blessing of the summer kamis: the warm breeze brushing along the island’s seashore, the soft, wet sand at one’s feet, purple and pink hues dancing across the setting sky as the festival lights breathed life into the city of Inazuma. 

Laughter echoed throughout the city as the children raced from stall to stall, eager to sample the many delights the festival had to offer. Above, the passionately crafted Naganohara fireworks blossomed, warming the hearts of locals and travelers alike as the summer sun slipped into slumber. Enemies of yesterday now sat as friends, trading stories not of the past, but of the future they’d build–with the knowing moon bearing witness to it all. 

Yet, nestled in the hills of the Chinju Forest sat a certain lone commissioner, silently yearning for the cecilia in the northern nation to grace his days with the breeze of freedom. 

Just like they did in the many, many years before. 

Much to his sister's and loyal retainer's dismay, the Yashiro Commissioner spends the festival alone, confined in the stifling walls of his study. As the fireworks spilled their colors across the paper-paneled windows, staining the countless documents on his desk, Kamisato Ayato let out a sharp exhale. His mind wanders off to the what-ifs of this waking night, rendering him paralyzed from completing the work he brought to himself. 

Kamisato Ayato used to enjoy summer. 

In his youth, the older Kamisato bore the expectations of his elders on his shoulders, yet his spirit ran free–naive and joyful–and summer was the perfect season to be free. Kamisato Ayato embraced the warm breeze, lying on the soft, wet sand along the island’s seashore as he witnessed the colors waltz across the setting sky. His sister would always run to his side, holding a glass of iced cool boba tea with a bright, unbounded grin and loving eyes. His mother would watch from a distance, her head resting on his father’s shoulder. 

Kamisato Ayato’s summers used to be peaceful, loving. 

That was–until–you came into his life. 

In the seasons of many hot days, a cecilia bearing the cool breeze of the north arrived in the land of eternity. Kamisato Ayato remembers it vividly–the day you first disembarked the docked Ordo Favonius’ ship, stepping onto the shores of Ritou. The foreign, Inazuman breeze dances through your hair, but you wear it like it’s your life's companion–familiar and unfeeling–like it's the wind of home. You were slightly older than him–more mature than him–carrying yourself with a sense of pride that came with your last name. Yet, with you followed an air of mischief. The then-Kamisato heir reasoned it must be due to your upbringing. 

Kamisato Ayato recalls the day you first greeted him and his family. In his youth, Kamisato Ayato was no performer–he had yet to master the art of facades. And so, your unguarded, bold greeting filled with genuine sincerity and warmth caught the Kamisato heir off guard, confusion bleeding through his confused exterior. Catching the confusion in the Kamisato’s eyes, you shoot him a smug little grin, eyes gleaming with mischief and knowing. Kamisato Ayato couldn’t help the rosy blush on his cheeks. 

A dull and familiar ache settles in his chest–a feeling the commissioner knows far too well. Kamisato Ayato lets out a dry, pathetic chuckle, shaking his head in an attempt to disseminate his thoughts—now wasn’t the time. However, his thoughts betray his heart as he continues to indulge himself in memories of those days. 

Despite both being heirs of your respective houses, the weight on your shoulders wasn’t the same. You were different from him. You hailed from the ancient house of Gunnhildr, the name engraved in the history of your nation, bearing witness to the rise of freedom among the citizens. And he came from the declining Kamisato Clan, its legacy tainted with the shameful, dishonorable acts of his ancestors. Though his father’s efforts had slowly restored the clan’s prestige among the Inazuman elite, it still wasn’t enough. 

You are to maintain the same prestige and honor that your ancestors achieved with your name, while he is left to rebuild what they had nearly destroyed. 

But, you were free. You were effortless–light, even. It baffled him. How was it possible that the legacy your ancestors left seemed to leave no mark on you, when it left him sleepless during the coldest of nights? Kamisato Ayato replays the scene in his head: your arms wrapped around your stomach as your laughter escapes your lips, a sound that lingers in his ears like music. He asked you that question. He looked at you with full offense–sure, your statures were different, but did that warrant a mocking laugh? Catching the offense in his eyes, you quickly waved your hands, your laughter etched with a nervous tone as you tried to explain yourself. 

“I didn’t mean to offend,” were the words you told the heir, hands still raised. “I was just…surprised. I wasn’t aware I displayed myself like that.” And, at that moment beneath the blazing Inazuman sun, you exchanged quiet words of vulnerability with Kamisato Ayato. 

Kamisato Ayato runs his finger through his hair, frustration simmering beneath his composed exterior. The season of himawari, once a season of warmth and peace, now only reminds him of you.

You who gave a promise of eternity–of consistency–only to be the first to break it, like the unpredictable winds of your hometown;

You who consumed his waking nights, rendering him incapable of falling into the arms of slumber;

You who showed him the beauty of the wind and the freedom that came with it; 

You who carried duty and responsibility so beautifully, masterfully hiding the sacrifice and pain that came with it; and, 

You, who is the sole holder of the commissioner’s affections. 

Another pathetic chuckle of defeat escapes his lips as he leans onto his chair. It has been five years since you graced the port of Ritou with your presence; four years since a letter bearing your name entered through the Kamisato estate’s gates; three years since Inazuma isolated itself from the rest of Teyvat; and one year since the nation finally reopened its borders to the outside world once more. Time and wind share a quiet, yet prominent kinship. Just as time never returns–no amount of wealth could buy its way back–so does the wind that once waltzed alongside you, never to dance with you again. 

It’s the year he turned 18. The seasons of sakura trees had passed, and Kamisato Ayato was now, legally, an adult. Now bearing the title of Kamisato Clan Head and Yashiro Commissioner, his days passed in exhaustion and legacy. Restless and determined, the commissioner tired himself with work every day for the future of his family and of his commission. Time is of the essence; a single word from his mouth could either set the clan two steps towards the future or two steps backwards. Yet, the Kamisato Head can’t help but count the days leading to summer–to your arrival. Eagerly, he awaited the cecilia of the north, longing to bask in its cool, liberating breeze instead of the stifling warmth Inazuma’s summer had to offer. 

But you never came. 

As though to replace you, the wind brought the Kamisato heir a different Mondstadter–one who held a close relationship with you–with blonde hair and green eyes, and in his possession is a letter bearing your name and dandelion wine. 

With a heavy heart, Kamisato Ayato opens his drawer, unveiling the last letter you ever gave him. He lifts it with gentle fingers–his touch careful enough to prevent any unwanted folds and creases. Though years have passed since it reached his hands, the letter remains in relatively great condition, with just some slight browning on the edges and water stains from the Mondstadter called Thoma–his now-retainer’s–journey to the nation. Carefully, he unfolds the paper, revealing its contents. 

To the Sakura Head of the Chinju Forest,  Happiest legality, Kamisato Ayato. Dare I wish for your days to be spent in happiness and of freedom–unburdened by the duties your title demands? But, who am I kidding? Knowing you, sleepless nights must’ve tainted your routine, and paper scrolls likely lie messily across your study. The weight on your shoulders isn’t new–it’s familiar. You must’ve welcomed it like an oath–a vow you swore to uphold until the end of your days. I imagine you embraced it fully, even the sacrifices it fervently demanded.  And yet…this old friend of yours can’t help but wish for your happiness away from the legacy tied to your name. A sentiment that, I admit, may taste bitterly on the tongues of those dutiful Inazuman nobility–perhaps even more so on the tongue of my younger sister, Jean.  I imagined myself there beside you, raising a glass of my nation’s finest dandelion wine for your first toast as an adult. A speech would’ve accompanied the toast, too. Perhaps sharing our fruitful and endearing memories would’ve made such a beautiful and whimsical memory–though, it would’ve made you wince behind your cup.  But alas, life had other plans.  I won’t be able to set foot in Inazuma this summer. As much as my heart longed for the decorated night sky from Yoimiya’s fireworks, enjoying the company of an old friend, matters here in Mondstadt grew…complicated. You must’ve heard the whispers already–the wind has the talent for carrying even the saddest of truths.  Master Crupus Ragnvindr, someone very dear to me, has passed on. And his son, Diluc Ragnvindr, has vanished into the night. My heart aches for Diluc, whose father left him in his arms, and his brother, Kaeya, abandoned by the family that took him in.  With their departure, the balance within Mondstadt’s economy, military, and nobility shifted for the worse. The Ragnvindrs have left their posts, after all. My dear younger sister, Jean, has taken the burden upon herself as a knight and as a noble. And I couldn’t just stand by and watch. Though I do not bear the title of a knight, my hands are not so idle as to leave my beloved sister to shoulder such weight alone.  And then, there’s Thoma. He’s a dear friend of mine and a man of good temper. He’s set his sights on Inazuma this summer, hoping to visit his father with a bottle of dandelion wine. You’ll know him when you see him: blonde hair, green eyes, and an attitude akin to that of a puppy. Should you cross paths with him, I dare ask that you look after him. He is like family to me.  In truth, I yearn to be in the land of eternity–to, once again, spend my summer days in your presence. But I hold onto the hope that the upcoming summer will be different–that the winds will finally lead us to our reunion. Perhaps then, alongside the shores of Ritou, we’ll share that long-promised drink of Dawn Winery’s finest dandelion wine and laugh as if no time had passed at all.  So, until Barbatos bless my sails–and, perhaps, free me from the mounting documents on my desk– Stay well, Ayato.  May you look after yourself the way you look after your clan’s legacy.  With enduring fondness,  Your Cecilia from the Northern Moon City. 

A bittersweet smile touches the lips of the commissioner; his gaze holding a sense of longing as his fingers graze ink. Your handwriting is truly as beautiful and elegant as you are–ornate and refined, proof of your education as the heir to the Gunnildr name. Hesitantly, he gently places the letter on his desk, a look of defeat evident on his sculpted face. 

Kamisato Ayato can’t help but marvel at how time swiftly passes–truly an unsavoring reminder of its relentless wrath. The many years spent in your absence had not passed quietly; they had shaped him into someone entirely different–someone you never got to meet. Seemingly influenced by your words from those years ago, Kamisato Ayato carries his legacy with pride–tending his duties not as burdens, but as treasures. His appearance, too, has slightly changed over the years. His hair grew longer, his height grew taller, and his smile no longer bore teeth. He became a master of theatrics and facades. 

Kamisato Ayato drew in a sharp breath. He is no longer the same boy you met all those years ago. 

He changed; He had to be someone you don’t know. 

Yet, if there is one thing that remains unchanged even against time’s unforgiving breeze. 

It was your broken, unforgiving promises of a reunion in the seasons of himawari.

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SYNOPSIS In a festive night of the Inazuman summer, Kamisato Ayato recalls the foreign noble who once carried the wind wherever they'd go. Haunted by memory, he holds onto your last letter to him, yearning for the day you finally fulfilled your end of your promise.

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[himeryu]

The Season of Himawari (Kamisato Ayato x Reader)

PAIRING Kamisato Ayato x reader (no use of gendered terms)

SYNOPSIS In a festive night of the Inazuman summer, Kamisato Ayato recalls the foreign noble who once carried the wind wherever they'd go. Haunted by memory, he holds onto your last letter to him, yearning for the day you finally fulfilled your end of your promise.

TAGS (heavy) angst, romance, bittersweet, canon divergence, possibly unrequited love, yearning, childhood friends, second person, mondstadter reader, gunnhildr reader

WARNINGS canon divergence, no use of [name]/(y/n), second person, self-indulgent

STATUS ongoing (07/25/25), cross-posted on ao3

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ACT I — The Cecilia from the Northern Moon City

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[himeryu]

– Love Rivalry: 51. can I call you mine?

kaveh x reader

A month has passed since you and Kaveh have been “casually” going out, which drives him insane. He’s clumsily charming, wearing his heart on his sleeves rather than on his cheeks. Your dates with him were always creative; he’s never one to follow the magazine’s “Top 50 Dating Spots for You and Your Partner, as expected of an artistic student like himself. 

However, one thing you did notice is his inability to open up about his past freely. And you aim to get to the bottom of it. 

Today, Kaveh invited you to a park. He showed up at your door at the exact time he mentioned with a smile that could blind passerbys, and a dozen bouquets of your favorite flowers on paper. “Hey,” Kaveh grinned with the usual bashfulness in his eyes as his ears flushed red.

He handed you the bouquet. You took notice of his hands, wrapped in colorful band-aids as he fidgeted fingers while holding the bouquet. Then, you diverted your gaze to his face, a proud grin touched his lips, yet you noticed a drop of sweat streaming down his cheek. You giggled softly at the sight. And his eyes. Oh. His eyes. It truly is the window of the soul. It will, and will always, display the emotions he frequently hides behind his facade. His eyes could not betray the anxiousness he was facing. 

You grinned.

Mischievously. 

It’s cruel, you know. The poor guy must’ve spent numerous sleepless nights creating the flowers by hand! Balancing his time and attention from his plates and project models to the dozen paper flowers must’ve been such a difficult task. You could tell. His eyes were dark, though still holding their shine, and the fatigue clouded his ruby red eyes, giving them their gloomy glow. But…You’re you! You came from Inazuma, the Land of Eternity. You are eternally mischievous!  

Kaveh, seeing that you are taking forever to reply, started to feel extra nervous. 'Did I do something wrong?' His mind frantically runs marathons with his anxiety as adrenaline. 'Is this not their favorite flower?!' Kaveh internally screamed to himself. 'But Childe…!'

…

Ah. He trusted Childe. 

Kaveh visibly deflated. 

Panicked, you threw away your thoughts of teasing him.

“I’m so sorry,” Kaveh pathetically says. His voice is delicate and weak as his face flushed a shade akin to his eyes in embarrassment. Entertained, you laugh your ass off.

“[Name]!!!” Kaveh cries out, visibly cringing as his hands fly to his head. "Oh my days..."

You and Kaveh are now sitting on the stairs leading to your apartment complex. After visibly deflating in front of you, the man’s proud grin vanished in an instant, weakening his knees as he fell to the floor. Panicked, you rushed to comfort the blonde, blurting out, “You just looked so cute that I wanted to tease you.” He froze–like, actually froze–before his face flushed with a shade of red much closer to the red ink your professor uses to grade your thesis than his beautiful irises. Embarrassed, Kaveh retreated to the stairs, profusely crying out “sorrys” for his behaviour, which you find incredibly adorable.

The paper flowers he once held are now sitting on your knees, and they’re beautifully crafted. The petals were seamlessly cut, dyed in different colors, then individually glued together, creating a colorful, bright, and saturated flower. The stems were rolled into perfection, obviously held with care as it felt tight and hard–the complete opposite of the careless, whimsical paper rolls you created in your high school days to beat Scara up. You smile to yourself at the thought.

Finally, Kaveh removes the hands covering his face, now lightly flushed. Nervously, he utters, “I’m so sorry.”

You giggle.

“It’s alright, shall we go?”

He meekly nods.

However, Kaveh didn’t bring you to just any park. He brought you to campus, in a green space quite far from the main building, with a peaceful and beautiful scenery. No students were usually found in this part of the campus, making it a perfect place for a rendezvous. The sky blazes in a bright, brilliant blue, sparsely decorated by streaks of white clouds which barely cover the yellow star that softly kisses your face. The wind welcomes its role as a conductor, silently–yet, impactfully–guiding its breeze stirs the tree leaves, singing a beautiful melody. The birds hidden from the sun follow the melody, chirping along.

It is, simply, beautiful.

You glance at the blonde, his hair glowing beneath the sun’s radiant beam. The golden strands of his hair catch the light, shimmering brightly as if kissed by the sun itself, seen only in movies. Softly, he shifts his gaze to you, shining you a genuine, bright grin that reaches his eyes, any trace of the embarrassment gone from earlier, like a newly bloomed sunflower in the middle of summer.

Oh, how you wish to be swept off your feet.

You wish… for you couldn’t.

Because you’re currently standing in the very place you’ve avoided like the plague!!!!! The place where you may—or may not—have destroyed school property on the first day of class.

Breaking the silence, Kaveh turns to admire the beautiful scenery the campus has to offer before speaking, “I used to come here during my free time.” He slightly presses his lips into a thin line. Hesitantly, he continues, “I’m one with…you could say, an explosive attitude.”

You watch him intently–silently–a little stunned at his words. He’s opening up.

Kaveh breathes deeply. “I usually react strongly.” “My friends sometimes say I have no filter, yet have the filter of a saint,” Kaveh chuckles to himself.

You nod.

Pause. His voice is softer now, “I’m sensitive to a fault,” Kaveh admits as a faint, self-depreciating smile slightly tugs his lips. Your heart aches.

“Always emotionally overwhelmed,” Kaveh murmurs. “I could never find the beauty in chaos, instability, sensibility.”

“Especially growing up in a world where logic precedes the humanities, art.”

Then, turning his gaze to you, Kaveh’s ruby red eyes met yours. Your eyes hold his gaze like it's made of glass, fragile to a fault. But your thoughts betray the care in your eyes. Kaveh is fragile, yes, but he is not made of glass. Glass shatters easily. A slight, careless push could render the piece unrecognizable–broken into millions to billions of pieces, ranging from large shards to small shards. Kaveh aches and breaks–but somehow he finds himself among the millions of glass shards. Over and over again. The piece made of glass becomes unrecognizable once broken, yet Kaveh always, and surely, finds his soul, passions, and heart in the sea of shards.

“On the first day of college, I needed…somewhere quiet,” he says, “To seek refuge, you could say.”

“Then, I stumbled upon this place,” Kaveh recalls that sacred day from a year ago, his voice believably lighter than before. “It was quiet, secluded–just what I needed at that time.”

He pauses as a memory gently starts unraveling. Kaveh recalls the first conversation he had with his roommate, Alhaitham, a man from another degree program. It was the first day, and his mind was filled with hopes–

And, insecurities.

Because Kaveh, for all his brilliance and artistic talent, was insecure. A genius in the arts, he is. He is a man who adores creation, beauty, and perfection. He sees the beauty in the pristine, the perfect ideal. But, in a society like his, where logic and reason reigned supreme, a man of his passion was easy to disregard, to scoff at. And Alhaitham, despite his meticulous personality, unknowingly stepped straight onto that fault line.

“Alhaitham laughed at me the first time we met.”

Your eyes widen.

“Though it was a misunderstanding,” Kaveh lets out a dry chuckle. “It still took a toll on me.”

“I shared with him my dreams–my passions, my ideals–hoping to become solid friends someday. We were roommates, after all,” Kaveh stares back at the sky, his eyes distant. “I’m a dreamer. I told him I’d create homes–dreams–not soulless buildings akin to a hollow shell.”

“And, he laughed.”

A pathetic smile tugs his lips. “I got so mad,” He whispers. “I thought he was mocking me.”

“I thought he was mocking my desire to create something humanely perfect–to capture the beauty of the soul.”

Kaveh brings his palm against his eyes, shielding himself from the weight of the memory of his thoughts. “I thought to myself, ‘He saw right through me. ’”

Then, slowly, he lowers his hand, staring directly at the yellow star. “‘How could someone like me–so imperfect, so rejected, and so pathetic–create perfection?’”

Your heart aches.

“So, on the first day of college, I argued with the man I’d end up living with.”

“Embarrassed and ashamed, I ran. I needed to find something peaceful, beautiful.” Kaveh looks down. His voice grows rougher, desperate. “I needed perfection to heal.”

“That’s when I came across this place,” His gaze drifts to the scenery around him, softening. Slowly, he smiles. “It was beautiful.”

“Until…” Kaveh looks at you with a smile–a genuine smile. “Someone came and destroyed it.”

You turn to look away.

‘FUUUUUCCCCCCCC—’ You internally scream to yourself. Your dark past.

“At first, I was furious,” he says, crossing his arms in exaggerated sarcasm. “Who dared destroy a piece of perfection and beauty?!” He closes his eyes dramatically, and you just wish you could crawl into a hole.

“I-is that so..?” You meekly stutter, yet passionately beat yourself up. Out of all the people in the world, you found it in yourself to stutter. Oh, how you wish a meteor would crash into Earth, causing humanity’s mass extinction, RIGHT NOW.

Then, Kaveh drops his sarcastic act with a quiet laugh. “Until I looked a little closer.”

“In the midst of all the chaos, I saw it.”

“The marble debris spreading across the green grass, the smoke clouding the blue sky, and the noise disrupting the birds’ song.” With a wide, proud smile, Kaveh fully turns his body toward you. Mischief was seen in his eyes.

For a moment, you swear the whole world stills.

“And there stands you in the center of all the chaos, [Name].” A beat passes, skipping. Must’ve been your heart.

“I realized,” He whispers softly. “It was so humanely beautiful.”

Kaveh continues, “That day brought out everything I despised about myself.” His voice is gentler now–tender, intimate. He breathes out slowly, his eyes still on you, unwavering and firm–yet, a glimpse of anxiousness shines out.

Kaveh takes in a shaky breath, “But then…you–”

“IT WAS AN ACCIDENT!!!!” You blurt out, far too loudly to your liking. However, you didn’t care.

The wind stops playing, and the leaves stop singing as the birds fly away.

Kaveh blinks, “huh?”

You’re already waving your hands frantically, face flushed crimson, eyes wide and wild as you trip over your own words. “It wasn’t on purpose! I swear!!” You cry, “I didn’t mean to destroy the statue–I swear to the heavens and the Earth, we didn’t do it on purpose!”

You raise your right arm like you’re taking an oath in court as your heart drums its solo loudly like it’s some hot-shot drumist in a 2010s boy band.

“It was…it was…” You trail off, panicking. You needed an excuse–a perfect salvation-like excuse.

Then, at the speed of light, you found it.

“It was Scara!!” You declare loudly.

Silence.

Kaveh stares at you dumbfounded, but you do not falter.

A breeze passes, and you remain unshaken.

Kaveh laughs. Like, really laughs. The kind that aches his stomach, clutching it like a man suffering from stomach pain. The kind that brings tears to his eyes, streaming down his cheeks from the mere joy.

You stand there, frozen. Your right arm is still in its oath-taking position as Kaveh’s laugh fills the silence.

Meekly, you let out a “huh?”

“You’re not mad?”

“Mad?” He says, whipping his tears of laughter. “How could I?”

“I mean…” You turn your gaze away. “I kinda destroyed perfection–”

“Yet it was perfect,” finally composing himself, Kaveh interrupts you. “I always thought that there was no beauty in imperfections…in chaos.”

He pauses, glancing away as if the truth is too fragile to speak all at once.

“Until that day.”

Your cheeks grow warm.

“[Name],” he says, his voice barely a whisper. “Though cliché, that day undeniably changed something in me–a change always welcomed, needed.” Ruby red colors his face. “There is beauty in chaos.”

Flustered, Kaveh tries to hide behind with a confident and knowing smile. But, it falters for he can’t even meet your eyes. “That day, I became curious,” He continued, “Who were you? Why did that happen?”

“I asked around,” his voice lowered. “I noticed you, I observed.”

“Childe was the first one to say something,” you both laugh at Kaveh’s words.

Then–more quietly.

“And…I fell.”

“However, that wasn’t the day I fell in love with you, [Name]--”

Flustered, Kaveh raises his hands, reaching his face to hide from your intense, intimate gaze. But you grab it, stopping him.

You part your lips, shaken, “Look at me, Kaveh.” You attempt to act bold, but your burning face betrays you.

His eyes widened slightly, filled with shock and raw, heavy emotions. He hesitates. Then, almost childlike, he meekly shook his head in refusal. “…Not like this,” he murmurs. Kaveh tries to pull away, embarrassed.

But you don’t let go. Rather, you hold your gaze–resolute and unwavering. You say nothing.

You don’t need to.

Kaveh inhales sharply. “I…” He lets out, his voice almost breaking from the words he’s about to say. Your hand is still gripping his, he admits.

“I fell for you the moment you found me in a crowd filled with people.”

Silence.

Unable to contain it anymore, Kaveh finally says it–the question that leaves him awake in the darkness of nights.

“[Name], I have loved you ever since you found me.”

You can not believe what he was just saying.

“May you give me the honor of becoming your significant partner, [Name]?”

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Hey guys! Sorry for the VERY long wait on the last chapter of love rivalry (3 years...). In the end, I finally posted the last chapter! To those who supported the series, thank you very much. It meant--and will forever mean--the world to me. Your support has undeniably became my strength during the darkest times of my life. It gave me the reason and confidence to share my passion and work to the internet--the world. And, to my 16 year old self who took time off to personally write, plan, and share your passion, I will forever admire your courage. Writing fanfics has always been a part of your life, but finishing a work was something you never really practiced. Thus, in honor of your dreams in the past, I revived your old phone, and finished it for you. You may not recognize the type of person you have became (me), but I hope you will sincerely be proud of what you see. Again, thank you all for reading the series :)

SYNOPSIS You’ve been rejected by your academic rival, alhaitham, without even confessing or having feelings for him. You decided to go to a party to fix your damaged ego, so why are you suddenly making out with his roommate?

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[himeryu]

TEH ANO NANYARE SAYO TEH😭😭😭😭🤣

Hi! It’s been ages and probably not everyone who used to read my work would see this so I’d like to make a

smaaaalll announcement.

I’ll finally finish LOVE RIVALRY (upload the last ch…lol…)

And it will unfortunately probably be my last smau since i’ve started working on another work in ao3 which i will eventually be cross-posting here 😱😱

sorry for leaving it hanging all these years. the truth is, ever since i last my passion for genshin, i also inevitably stopped writing fanfiction. however, now that i regained my passion, i decided to finally end this series once in for all for both my passion and for my younger self.

anyways, my priority will be finally finishing love rivalry anddd cross posting my ao3 fic to tumblr.

id like to say thank you for reading love rivalry and my other works these past few years. i was just a teenager who wished to share their works with the world, so reading all your comments and inboxes really helped me gained my confidence in my craft.

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[himeryu]

– Moth To A Flame (Scara x Reader)

PAIRING Scaramouche x Fem!Reader (ft. Zhongli)

GENRE social media au, senior high school au

SYNOPSIS Despite doing everything to earn his affection—becoming the student council vice president and a perfect role model student at the cost of hiding your true personality—you were officially rejected by the student council president, Zhongli. You decided that you need a distraction. So why not become the club manager of your childhood ex-best-friend’s band who abandoned you? 

TAGS attempt in comedy, fluff, angst, drama, jealousy, implied sexual content (no smut)

WARNINGS might be ooc, unrealistic depiction of high school and school bands, all images used are just pose references NOT a depiction of reader, not everyone in the fic are 18+ HOWEVER most of them are, cw images of cats, kys/kms jokes

STATUS might start this after Love Rivalry ends (depending on my choice)

profiles: favored student council | emo band | main student council

prologue. lying angel (🪁)

ACT I – like a moth to a flame

01. all because of a man

02. bet on your love life

03. apologies through call (🪁)

04. mr. perfectly fine

05. aftermath

06. i hate you

07. wtb lf manager

08. it's me

09. scammer? no, scammed.

10. he remembered

— bonus. childhood with you (🪁)

ACT II – and you’ll leave him, you’re loyal to me

– to be added

note: the weeknd inspired me this fr

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[himeryu]

– Love Rivalry: 50. closure

kaveh x reader

FOR THOSE WHO ARE CONFUSED

Albedo asked Kaveh for a favor: let you and Alhaitham talk. That is why Kaveh was kinda telling you to talk to Alhaitham. At first he didn't want to because he knows you're hurting but deep down he knows you need the closure you deserve, that is why he kinda told you to talk to Alhaitham. Alhaitham told you what he felt during your time spent together; He asked why you did you change since you changing is the reason why he started to like you. You talked to Scara about it and he told you what he observed all those years ago: Scara believed you were falling for Alhaitham, that is why you wanted to be his friend. Because of your conversation with Scara, you further understood your feelings. You told Alhaitham that you liked (past tense btw) him. You also understood why Alhaitham hurt you 2 years ago which was to ruin his chances with you (hint, self sabotage). You are aware that even if you and Alhaitham didn't argue, you both wouldn't be compatible. That is because in the end, you'd hurt each other (which what happened 2 years ago, basically saying that even if you didn't argue with him, it would eventually happen, it just happened early). Anyways you and Alhaitham finally got the closure you both needed.

i reached photo limit so i cant add my remaining borders 😭

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SYNOPSIS You’ve been rejected by your academic rival, alhaitham, without even confessing or having feelings for him. You decided to go to a party to fix your damaged ego, so why are you suddenly making out with his roommate?

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[himeryu]

– Love Rivalry: 49. favor

kaveh x reader

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SYNOPSIS You’ve been rejected by your academic rival, alhaitham, without even confessing or having feelings for him. You decided to go to a party to fix your damaged ego, so why are you suddenly making out with his roommate?

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[himeryu]

– Love Rivalry: 48. what are we?

kaveh x reader

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SYNOPSIS You’ve been rejected by your academic rival, alhaitham, without even confessing or having feelings for him. You decided to go to a party to fix your damaged ego, so why are you suddenly making out with his roommate?

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[aemiko-deactivated20240116]

— take a chance with me.

kamisato ayato x fem!reader

"disregard the world, and run to what you know is real."

genre. smau + narrations, modern/college au, romcom, angst

warnings. unrealistic depictions of college life, language/profanities, spontaneous updates, grammatical errors, he fell first but she fell harder troupe (other warnings will be on the chapter itself dw!)

sypnosis. as a struggling teen, love is a concept that's buried in the very back of her mind. love is just not her priority- but he just wouldn't give up. what a stubborn guy.

or; a certain kamisato wants to prove that his love is worth taking risks for.

status. on-going (19.03.23)

taglist. open! lmk if you want to be added by commenting on this post only. thank you!

profiles — w friendshits | tu's backbone

table of contents !

act i. then, it was just me

ch. 01 - give me a smooch

ch. 02 - emotionally unavailable

ch. 03 - eat the rich

ch. 04 - cockroach spray

ch. 05 - not on the menu (☕)

ch. 06 - homewrecker

ch. 07 - eat him up

ch. 08 - completely ajax's idea

ch. 09 - never trusting men

ch. 10 - denial is a river (☕)

act ii. like salt-rose topaz

ch. 11 - tu announcement

ch. 12 - the will of the archons

ch. 13 - gang gang

ch. 14 - take a chance with me (☕) | part 2 (☕)

ch. 15 - they're flirting

ch. 16 - put a leash on it

ch. 17 - couples are so selfish

ch. 18 - tomorrow? tomorrow.

ch. 19 - kuni bonk (☕)

ch. 20 - 5 star michelin (☕)

act iii. turn my world around

ch. 21 - hard to get

ch. 22 - in my eyes

ch. 23 - someone like me (☕)

ch. 24 - me when

ch. 25 - crying begging

ch. 26 - zouzou on the case

ch. 27 - unusual tastes

ch. 28 - it's so hard to love you (☕)

ch. 29 - ghosted

ch. 30 - real or not real? (☕)

act iv. love makes us crazy

ch. 31 - ends meet

ch. 32 - dont be a coward

ch. 33 - let's talk (☕)

ch. 34 - family gathering

ch. 35 - be okay (☕)

ch. 36 - oopsie

ch. 37 - slow and steady (☕)

ch. 38 - couples derogatory boo

ch. 39 - wow shocker

ch. 40 - straight to the heart

finale.

kuki's note.

please don't mind the timestamps unless stated otherwise

pictures used on some tweets do not define the look of the reader in any way :) they are just placeholders or used for the overall vibe!

all chapter names are subjected to change unless it's alr published ofc :p

[himeryu]

wait this is honestly so cute omg 😭❤️

[himeryu]

– Love Rivalry: 47. your eyes tell

kaveh x reader

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[himeryu]

– Love Rivalry: 46. stay gold

kaveh x reader

"So, that's the story."

Kaveh sits there in shock, eyes wide. Maybe you shouldn't have told him. Your past with Alhaitham is heavy; it is not something to take lightly. If one word could describe your past with the man, it would be regret. You regret looking for him; you regret hoping; you regret expecting. 

Alhaitham was a cruel lesson to learn. It took you a long time to return to normal; however, you were far from "normal." Your wounded heart tried its best to bandage itself, but the wound inflicted on them was too much to bear. If it wasn't for your friends, you wouldn't have recovered. 

"I'm sorry," you bitterly chuckle, avoiding his gaze. "It's quite heavy, right?" 

Fear takes over your body. What if Kaveh leaves you because of your past? Would he leave you like how Alhaitham did that day? 

"Why are you apologizing?" Kaveh says softly, the gentle tone of his voice stuns you slightly. "I should be thanking you for opening up to me."

You look at him; his gentle ruby eyes make your heart skip a beat, washing away all your worries. Kaveh, the man who entered your life out of nowhere. Meeting him wasn't part of your goals, but you're glad you did. Who knew you'd be this fond of the blonde man? 

You giggle as Kaveh looks at you intimately, "You're right." 

Suddenly, Kaveh places his hand on top of yours. You blush. "What are you doing?" You ask in a shakey voice, but there was no response. Kaveh clumsily fiddles his fingers with yours, his face flushed in a deep shade of red akin to his eyes. "My dad used to do this to make me feel better." 

You listen intently, "My emotions usually get the best of me, making me immature at times. But every time my dad did this, I'd calm down." He says with a bittersweet smile as he recalls his childhood. You stare at Kaveh in worry. 'He must've had a rough childhood,' you think; However, you stay silent, not uttering a word.

"I've never done this to someone else, so please tell me when you're uncomfortable." Kaveh bashfully smiles. Butterflies flutter your stomach at the physical touch, almost like you're a teenager again. It's childish, feeling flustered over hand-holding. But, isn't it cute?

"It's fine," You whisper shyly, "I don't mind."

"You know," His grip on your hand lightly tightens, "I'm very emotional. Like, I cry a lot. Every time I get too mad, I cry; Every time I get too happy, I cry. I might become a burden to you."

He inhales deeply, preparing his words as you wait. "Despite that..." He continues, "I want to be by your side." 

Your mouth is slightly agape, speechless by his words. "Am I allowed to?" Kaveh meekly asks; his face goes warm from embarrassment, shading itself in light pink.

Your face-- too-- flushes. Bystanders look at your table with pleased expressions as they repeatedly think of youthful love. However, you and Kaveh pay no mind as if you two are the only ones in the restaurant. Your heart beats quickly and loudly that you swear the waiter who just passed by most likely heard it.

Ah, since when was the last time someone other than your friends made you this happy?

"Of course," You agree. Kaveh's eyes sparkles like gold by your words.

Then, Kaveh smiles once again. But this time, it's different. His smile radiantly beams his surroundings, making the lights of the restaurant pale in contrast to his smile. His smile is sweet like candy, something you will never get tired of. 

How pretty. 

It's nearing 2 AM, and you and Kaveh are just returning home. It was fun, the date. At first, you thought it was just a whim, something small. You never expected your relationship with Kaveh to grow oh so quickly. Though your time spent with Kaveh is short, you treasure those moments with him.

From this day onward, you're determined to know more about Kaveh. Meeting him was like a siren bewitching you with its voice, making you want more. Or a succubus seducing you with its charisma, reducing you into their slave. Some wild metaphors, but you can't deny it.

Kaveh charmed you.

Sure, you're a bit scared, but Kaveh means no harm. You trust him, but your trust in him is still small; it has yet to reach unconditional trust. You can't help it. As much as your relationship with the man is fast-paced, you wish to take your time.

Finally, you arrive at his apartment complex. You shift to your side to see Kaveh sleeping. The dim light from outside lightly kisses his face, giving it a soft shine. You notice the eyebags under his blonde eyelashes-- most likely caused by his sleepless nights as an architecture student.'

A small smile finds itself on your face as you admire Kaveh. You can trust him. It would be different compared to him.

Because Kaveh is different.

You bring your hand on his arm, slowly shaking him to wake him up. Kaveh grunts, shaking his head. You chuckle, "Kaveh, we're here."

"Mhmm," He frowns, turning to look the other way. You remove your grip on his arm. "Are you okay?" You tenderly say.

Kaveh nods. Though, his eyes are still shut.

"Kaveh, open your eyes."

"Don't wanna," he murmurs.

You sigh, running your fingers through your hair as you think of a solution to wake this sleepy man. Then, a thought crossed your mind making you smirk mischievously. You carry your torso closer to the passenger seat. You smirk-- not like he can see it.

"What? Do you need a kiss to wake up?" You whisper gingerly.

Kaveh's body tenses. Blood rushes through his cheeks, making them shade a light pink. However, he refuses to open his eyes.

You grin, "How cute."

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[himeryu]

– Love Rivalry: 45-2. illicit affairs

kaveh x reader (last of flashback)

It would be an understatement to say Alhaitham thought about it. He wanted to know; he wanted to face the truth. Therefore, he studied it and thought of every possible answer to his questions. He's a thorough man. Alhaitham predicted that you might've overheard his conversation with Albedo. 

Alhaitham hoped you didn't, though. It is because the resulting casualty would endanger his entire relationship with you.

The possibility of you finding out that side of him makes him sick. If it was true, you're pushing him away because of him. You have every right to be angry, but why does he feel ill? Alhaitham doesn't get sick often due to his healthy lifestyle; however, there is a difference between mental and physical health. Even if they have a good diet and exercise, the environment around them could detriment their mental health.

He was always praised for his smarts, but Alhaitham is currently stuck in a predicament. Alhaitham, a genius, was confused. He does not know, but he wishes he does. That was when a thought entered Alhaitham's consciousness, something that he believed he shouldn't feel. To Alhaitham, emotions are a luxury that he can not afford. He is a man of practicality, and emotions would only become an obstacle to his future career. So, he lacks a basic understanding of human emotions. He knows it in theory-- of course-- but he was too busy to practice it.

I mean, before university, all he had was Kaveh. Other than him, he was a loner. But then, you barged into his life. He hates it, hates whatever it is. Calling it a weakness that should be eradicated. Alhaitham needs to end this.

He needs to cut off contact with you.

 

At first, he thought you were annoying. Alhaitham hated how you actively competed with him at every academic task. It was not the first time someone declared rivalry with Alhaitham. Ever since middle school, Alhaitham met numerous "rivals," but he never considered them as one. It is because no matter how hard they'd try, Alhaitham would be victorious. 

He believed the same when he first met you. Alhaitham thought you'd back down after he bested you. However, he was wrong.

For the first time, Alhaitham lost. 

He hated it-- considering it an anomaly, an error in his win rate. 

So, for the first time, Alhaitham gained a rival. 

It started from getting the highest marks or winning an award to playful banters. You didn't like him, and he didn't like you. Everyone in your department knows of your rivalry with Alhaitham. Heck, they think it's entertaining like they're watching a drama. Alhaitham thought his relationship with you wouldn't progress any further. He was content with his academic rivalry with you. 

However, your professor partnered you with Alhaitham, much to your complaints. Alhaitham paid no mind; he wanted to end it all and return as usual.

But suddenly, you changed. You approached Alhaitham differently, putting away your pride in the project. Alhaitham was caught off guard like he was caught up in a tsunami. Then, his mundane cycle of waking up, eating, studying, and sleeping broke because of the powerful waves of new perspectives. It was like you aggressively broke the wall between you two.

You barged into his life at a different pace-- a pace that made him fall in love. 

His feelings are a weakness. However, Alhaitham knows you. You would rather die than be someone's "weakness."

Nonetheless, the possibility of you overhearing his conversation with Albedo eats him. He messed up, and he knows. Alaitham needs to apologize-- no, he has to. Much to others' surprise, Alhaitham is immature. Because of his immaturity, he hurt you. He wants to mature and to do so, he needs to talk to you.

Finally, Alhaitham found the answer to his questions.

The reason why he was weird was because he fell for you. 

Alhaitham likes you. 

----

"I really thought we could be friends, you know?" You bitterly say, tears welling up in your eyes like the making of a storm. Alhaitham's eyes widen. You angrily wipe the tears threatening to fall down your cheeks, refusing to cry in front of him.

You bitterly continue, your breath hitches after every word you utter, "Am I wrong to think this way?" 

Alhaitham presses his lips as he looks at you in anguish, almost as if his heart was torn to shreds-- the heartache in his eyes is unnoticed by you due to your tears. The numbing feeling in his heart and your mental outburst render him helpless. 

Alhaitham likes you but believes you don't feel the same way. 

You showed him colors he knows he won't see with anyone else, but he taught you emotions you never thought you'd feel. Alhaitham knows deep down you're a kind soul. Therefore, if he explained his feelings, you'd forgive him. Though it would take time, you'd still forgive him. 

Alhaitham doesn't deserve you. He already hurt you once, how can he be so sure he wouldn't hurt you again? Alhaitham is terrified.

He needs to change before he can have you. However, people can't change immediately. Change takes time, and-- right now-- Alhaitham doesn't have the luxury of such. 

Alhaitham knows his flaws: he's stubborn, selfish, and immature. You don't deserve someone with such flaws. You deserve someone who could easily express their feelings, someone who could make you laugh.

You are better off without him.

"That's right," Alhaitham says. "Everything you heard that day is true."

Therefore, Alhaitham makes his resolve. He needs to ruin any remaining chances he has to reconcile with you. It would hurt, but you're strong. He'll lose you, but it's okay. 

You never saw him the way he sees you. 

----

Scara ran all his might to Cyno's cafe. He should've known, but he didn't. He knew something was happening, but he kept his distance. Instead, he waited for you to reach out to look for him. Scara, the closest person to you, regrets that he didn't ask. Following the directions Childe gave him through chat, he ran to the cafe, praying to God that he would arrive on time. 

However, Scara was too late. He barged into the cafe, panting. His eyes widen as his gaze falls onto your defeated figure. Your formerly shimmering eyes are devoid of emotions, and your cheeks are stained with tears. 

"Shit."

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Read if youre confused about Alhaitham's resolve: At first, he wanted to confess his feelings, however, you said "I thought we could be friends?" Because of this, he believes you never saw him anything other than a potential friend. He was heartbroken. Furthermore, seeing you break down and being the reason why youre breaking down hurts him so bad. How dare he try to confess his feelings when he is the reason why you're suffering? You made him fall in love with you, but he made you hate yourself. That is why Alhaitham decided that he does not deserve you, so he needs to ruin all chances he has to be with you. It's like his personal punishment for himself. You are his first love but because he hurt you, he could never become yours.

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[himeryu]

– Love Rivalry: 45. you're losing me

kaveh x reader

You stand still nervously as you and Alhaitham await your professor's approval. You gaze at your professor reading your project with a stern expression. Today is the deadline for your thesis submission-- the final deadline that binds you and Alhaitham together. Despite avoiding your partner for a week, you focused on your project. Unknowingly, Alhaitham's gaze is not on the professor; but on you. 

Your professor puts down your printed proposal with a grin on his face-- a grin of approval. Truthfully, your professor has high expectations of your and Alhaitham's output. After all, two of the outstanding students in his class are partners. "You two never fail to amaze me," your professor says. Your eyes light up, and joy befalls your entire being. 

"An amazing output," he continues, "from the formatting and paragraph construction. To think that two undergraduate students manage to create near-profession research would surprise the head directors of the academe." 

"You flatter us, professor," Alhaitham replies. 

"You two make a great team," The professor smiles.

 

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You exit the classroom with your head up high, emitting an air of confidence. After months of sleepless nights and coffee every morning, you finally accomplished your project. And most of all, you could finally conclude your partnership with Alhaitham. 

Though you believe your relationship with Alhaitham would improve after the project, everything went south when he opened his mouth that day. Sometimes, you find yourself dwelling on the what-ifs: what if you didn't message Alhaitham? What if you didn't look for Alhaitham? What if you left first instead of staying? What if you didn't let curiosity get the best of you? 

Perhaps if you weren't nosy, then maybe every time you gazed into Alhaitham's eyes, your brain wouldn't replay the heart-wrenching memory of his foul tone. If you weren't curious, then maybe your expectations and heart wouldn't shatter into a million pieces like they did on that day. 

You painfully chuckle to yourself, running your fingers through your hair as a thought you desperately tried burying deep into your heart starts to resurface. 

'What if Alhaitham didn't mean those words?' 

How cruel human nature is. Despite hearing those words from his mouth, a slim, thin strand of hope binds you to the possibility that Alhaitham might be lying. 

But deep down, you knew dwelling on the numerous possibilities would be pointless. What's done is done; we cannot change the course of fate. 

Alhaitham exits the classroom, and his gaze immediately finds itself on your figure. You feel it, his gaze and the unresolved tension between you two. You stand still once more, not wanting to see his face. 

"Communication is the key," A phrase you frequently see while scrolling through the comments of your favorite romance novels. "Anything can be solved with just an exchange of words." You believe their words; after all, you've read plenty of books during your time in high school. 

Silence fills the air as you gaze into nothingness while he gazes at you. 

Ah, you needed to communicate. But can you? You no longer understand him.

Finally, you turn to look at him, much to Alhaitham's surprise. His eyes falter as you look at him with an indifferent expression-- a mask you created to avoid cowering in front of the man who gave you so much distress.

Hesitantly, you open your mouth to speak. 

"Alhai--"

"I've thought about what you said," Alhaitham interjected. "Let's talk, [Name]."

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Silence. No words were exchanged between you and Alhaitham in the desolate cafe away from the busy students of the academy. You awkwardly sip your drink, eyes glued to Alhaitham cutting a piece of his cake. 

You agreed to talk with him, yet the only words you exchanged were: "What will you get?", "Just a cafe latte." 

Deciding to communicate is easy, but doing it is difficult. After all, you and Alhaitham are arrogant freaks who refuse to put down their ego. Hahaha. Just like Blue Lock. 

The atmosphere in the cafe is tense, to the point that the barista can feel it. The barista glances in your direction once more, trying his best to conceal his nosiness. Nevertheless, his white-colored hair, tan skin, and red eyes are hard to ignore. 

You have to talk to Alhaitham, a decision you cannot ignore. But the inability to read his emotions and thoughts is making you hesitate. Speak now, or you'll forever hold your peace. 

"Alhaitham," You say. Oh, how his name leaves a bitter taste in your mouth. "You said you thought about what I said the other day."

"That's right," He replies. Unlike before, Alhaitham refuses to look at you. But why? You don't know. You can't even think of a reason. Alhaitham became unreadable, someone you can no longer predict.

"Do you have an answer?" You continue, "To, you know, your question?"

"I do." Finally, Alhaitham looks at you, his eyes firm. "But don't you have a question?"

Your eyes widen as your face contorts to confusion. "Me? A question?"

"That's right." He continues, "I can tell that you have something to say."

You stare at him in shock. The mask you created started to crumble. Unbelievable, you reckon to yourself. How dare he? You've been trying your best to conceal your thoughts, yet Alhaitham read right through you. How can he? When you no longer could? Slowly, somewhere deep within you, your emotions starts to pile up, waiting to overflow.

"Humor me with your question," Alhaitham continued with a smug tone as if he was expecting you to open up easily.

You scowl, "How arrogant."

"You know that all too well."

"Are you picking a fight?"

"Stop being difficult, [Name]."

Suddenly, emotions deep within you starts to overflow. It seeps into your blood and clouds your sense of reasoning as rage taints your entire soul, burning red. Your face contorts to anger as you finally succumb to your emotions. You furrow your eyebrows as you glare at Alhaitham's eyes. His gaze faltered, but you paid no mind. 

"Oh. So now I am being difficult?!" You yell, your tone filled with contempt. "You're the one who called for me. Moreover, we finally finished that God-forsaken project that binds us together, so there is no longer any reason for us to talk." 

The calm and collected facade of Alhaitham starts to crumble. "What? So I can no longer talk to you? Was the times we spent together working on that thesis for 4 months mean nothing to you—" 

"Ha!" You scoff, interrupting him. How dare Alhaitham ask that? How dare he? When it was he who forsaken that anguishing 4 months? However, right there you notice: Alhaitham, too, is losing his cool, abandoning his usual rationality and indifference.

"How bold of you to say that, Alhaitham." You continue, "That's right. I have a question. Do you truly mean everything you've said that day?"

Alhaitham looks at you, confused, "That day?"

"That day at the cafe, Alhaitham. Unfortunately, I eavesdropped your conversation." Alhaitham's eyes widen, ultimately realizing the gravity of the situation. You gather up all your courage as you refrain from shedding a tear in front of this man. Finally, Alhaitham's words sank in, burying itself deep into your heart. Oh, how his words hurt you so. Who knew a bunch of words could render you in such a pitiful state? 

You speak, trying to retain composure. However, your voice starts cracking. "Shouldn't I be asking you that, Alhaitham? Was the time we spent together all for naught? Do you detest me so much that you'd speak of me that way?" 

Pathetic. 

"I really thought we could be friends, you know?" You say, bitterly.

Unknowingly, a certain barista is eavesdropping on your conversation with Alhaitham. 

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Author Note: i was supposed to end the flashback here but this chapter is too long so I have to extend it to one last chapter. Im so sorry for being IA i was just lazy 😭 PLUS the written part took me such a long time cause I was losing ideas like I just want this to end and move to Moth To A Flame but I am lazy!!

SYNOPSIS You’ve been rejected by your academic rival, alhaitham, without even confessing or having feelings for him. You decided to go to a party to fix your damaged ego, so why are you suddenly making out with his roommate?

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– Love Rivalry: 44. this is me trying

kaveh x reader (still 2 years ago)

Alhaitham frowns, placing his phone into his front pocket. The cool breeze caresses Alhaitham's skin as he walks back into the cafe. Passerbys stand there in awe, with their attention focused on Alhaitham. They admire the handsome man, thinking that he might be the son of some celebrity! However, no one notices the annoyed expression on his face, which doesn't surprise him. Alhaitham is good at keeping his emotions in check. Though there are some instances where his feelings got the best of him, he did his hardest not to show it. Regardless of his efforts, he met you. 

Alhaitham recalls his conversation with you prior: how you noticed his unusual behavior. You were not wrong, though. Today has been a weird day for Alhaitham. Even a man like him is unsure of his sudden behavior change. Is it due to your influence? Suddenly, a small smile appears on his face just at the thought of you. He reckons that you probably felt the same thing before a sudden change in attitude towards the other. He was caught off guard by your new attitude that he thought you weren’t you; he thought you were possessed by a ghost. However, your habits remain, so he had no choice but to disregard his fantasy theory. 

Regardless, Alhaitham observed you, trying to match your new energy. Because of this, it leads to a change in his relationship with you. He is well aware of this change; he thinks it's for the best. Your clashing personalities and constant arguments were an obstacle to completing your project. But deep down, buried deep in his brain, is another opinion of his new dynamic with you. 

Alhaitham enters the cafe. His mind is lost in thought as he approaches your table. However, as his gaze lands on your table, you are no longer there. 

The class just ended, and you are on your way to the main hall. Heizou accidentally got your charger during your movie night with him and Childe, so you were on your way to meet him. While walking across the corridors outside the building, you hear someone call out your name. You stopped in your tracks as you recognized that voice. 

You turn to look at them. Your expression darkens as your gaze lands on their face. It's Alhaitham.

Ever since that day, you've been avoiding the stoic green-haired man. You didn't want to see him and wished to give yourself time. However, the constant messages from the man annoy you to the core-- almost as if your relationship with him went back to square one. Regardless, you put on a smile. "Yes?" You reply; however, the smile on your face betrays the venom hidden in your voice. "Do you need anything?" you continue.

Alhaitham stays put. His gaze lingers on your being, ignoring the multitude of people wondering what is happening. You and Alhaitham stare into each other's eyes for a few minutes before looking away, embarrassed. 

'What is with him these days?' You thought. Alhaitham was always weird; however, he has been weirder this week. 

After a few more minutes, you sigh. Alhaitham continues to stare at you, refusing to speak despite calling out your name. Your fingers run through your hair, "If you don't need anything, I'll be going." You turn your back on him, "My time is precious, and I need to meet with my friend, so I'll get going." 

"Your time is precious?" Alhaitham suddenly speaks up; however, you refuse to turn back to look at him. Annoyed, you furrow your eyebrows, "That's right." You continue, "I'd rather spend my time with my friends than someone who despises me--" 

Fuck

You immediately cover your mouth, realizing the words you uttered. You spoke too much. 

Alhaitham's eyes narrow, "Excuse me?" 

"I-it's nothing," You stutter, refusing to turn around and look at him. You try to dismiss the subject, but Alhaitham is persistent. With every word he says, he takes a step forward. Little by little, your back is directly facing his chest, and the distance between you two reduces. 

"Repeat it, [Name]." He says quietly, bordering whisper. His tone went from dictating to desperate. Why does he so badly want to hear what you said once more? Why can't he leave you alone when he hates you so? The tension between you two heightens, and you swear you can hear your heartbeat. You want to speak, but you can't-- afraid you may say something unnecessary. 

You want to leave; However, you don't know how.

But why? You could easily walk forward and ignore his presence, but something inside you does not. Do you believe there is sheer hope that everything you heard from him was all a dream? That your dynamic with this man would be like how it was? 

You can't just leave; you aren't that cruel-- yet. So, you need an excuse. 

"Why are you avoiding me?" Alhaitham mutters, making your breath hitch. "Why are you suddenly weird?" You stay put; however, Alhaitham chuckles lowly. "Why are we both weird."  

You stay quiet, not knowing what to say. Ah, you need to leave. 

You were about to reply, but loud laughter could be heard across the school's garden. You slowly turn your head to look at the source of the laughter as the breeze finally starts kicking in. Your eyes widen as you find yourself staring at a blonde man. The laugh was awkward, almost as if it was forced; however, you pay no mind. The cool breeze gently sways the loose strands of the man's hair, caressing his rosy cheeks. You stand there in a trance, not noticing the disdain on Alhaitham's face. 

Then, your eyes turn to the blonde's companion. Your mouth ajars in shock as you see a familiar ginger hair.

"Childe?!" You yell. Childe and his companion turn to look in your direction. The blonde man's face turns red, but you do not notice as your attention is on your ginger friend. Alhaitham's eyebrows furrow as Childe walks up to you, leaving his blonde companion alone in the garden. 

"[Name]!" Childe enthusiastically says, with a bright smile plastered on his face. "Are you going somewhere?" 

"Yeah," you reply. 

Childe glances at Alhaitham, and a devilish smirk creeps on his face. "How are you, Alhaitham?"

Alhaitham stays quiet. Childe continuously tries to engage in small talk with Alhaitham; however, Alhaitham does not respond. While the two were busy, you glance at the garden where Childe and his companion were, hoping to spot the blonde man. He was gone. 

"Anyways, [Name]," Childe says, "I thought you're supposed to meet with Heizou?"

Then you realize you finally found a way to escape. 

"That's right," You sigh. "However, I encountered some trouble. But since it is settled, I will be on my way."

Finally, you turn your head to look at Alhaitham. "To answer your question," You spout. "Think of everything you have said this week. Maybe, you'll find the answer to your question there."

Those were your parting words to Alhaitham. 

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[himeryu]

Novels 02 (Kamisato Ayato x Reader)

CH NOTES: arranged marriage, emotional cheating, neglect, unhealthy relationship, sad ending, hurt no comfort, heavy angst, slight ooc

PAIRING: Ayato x GN!Reader (Fem terms might be used accidentally)

SUMMARY: Ayato x Fiance! Reader but you’re a hopeless romantic to your fiance who is in love with another.

A/N: inspired by Movies by Conan Gray

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I. “Why do you keep avoiding Yuki?” Ayato says with contempt, making you flinch at the tone of his voice. Kamisato Ayato is angry, all because of her. Your heart drops at the thought, yet you can’t help but feel a surge of negative emotions. Recently there have been rumors circulating about Kamisato Ayato and Kaedahara Yuki: rumors of Infidelity. 

You heard of the rumors accidentally during a social party. Before the mask came crashing down, Kamisato Ayato would clarify every rumor regarding the commission. However, despite hearing the distasteful rumor in-person, he stayed still, deciding to stay ignorant. 

You stood still as you stared at him in disbelief. Thoughts of questions about his purpose and why he is feigning ignorance circulate in your head. You felt ill, those rumors would damage his and your reputation, something that you both hold dear. But, he stood still, almost like he was enjoying the rumors. 

Why? why? WHY?

That was until everything came into place. You snapped your head away from his figure, painfully smiling to yourself as you finally understood why he was feigning ignorance. The gossipers would continue till Lady Kaedahara Yuki would personally tell them that it isn’t true. Curiously, you glanced at the commissioner, and oh how you would regret doing that. 

His smile was forced, and his gaze held a bit of disappointment. You stare at him in disbelief, your heart shattering even more. God, Kamisato Ayato broke your heart once more, what did you do to deserve this? 

But, you can’t help but laugh at the irony.

You and Kamisato Ayato have one thing in common: you both enjoy your delusions of being loved by the person you wish they hold you dear. 

Kamisato Ayato’s love for Kaedahara Yuki is unrequited. 

“[Name], I asked you a question,” says Ayato, snapping you back to reality. 

“Ah. I’m sorry, I was just lost in thought,” you continue, putting on a small smile to hide your thoughts, “What did you say?”

“Why do you keep avoiding Yuki?”

God, he says her name with so much endearment it’s making you want to cry. 

“Oh? I have never avoided Lady Yuki,” you reply with a smile. 

It’s a lie, of course. You have been avoiding the former Kaedahara heir ever since her return to Inazuma. Though, it isn’t exactly avoiding, it is more like not meeting her unless needed. Furthermore, you and Kaedahara Yuki have not been acquainted before, so there was no reason to greet her. 

However, the truth is, you can’t face her— your fiance's one-sided crush. She’s beautiful, charismatic and a person blessed by God, everything that you are not. 

You fear that one day, jealousy would taint your mind and only her highness, the shogun, would know what you would do. After all, jealousy is a deadly disease that taints both the mind and heart, a disease that could only be cured by love. But, you don’t have that luxury, do you?

Ayato sighs with frustration as he runs his fingers through his hair. “Whatever you say,” he dismisses your defense, “Don’t make her feel bad ever again.”

And so, he leaves, leaving you once more once again.

II. As a child, you have always dreamed of a grand wedding. You, standing side by side with your lover as they look at you with a loving expression as you swear your love in front of all your friends and family; And the wedding garment of your dreams adorning your body, making you radiate like you bathed in fairy dust. 

The grand wedding of your dreams should be the day you would only feel happiness, and nothing else. 

So, you await for the day that someone would give you the wedding of your dreams, someone who would give you the world just because you asked for it. And the day you met your fiance, you believed that he would be the one to do so.

Yet impressions are different from their true human nature. The impressions you perceive from people are nothing but ideas you created in your head to fill in the lack of information you have regarding that person. The impressions you formed would then form a mask that would cunningly cover your judgment towards that person, staying ignorant to his ‘true’ nature. 

Kamisato Ayato’s ‘mask’ was never there, your perception of people was just too naive and immature to handle a cunning man like the commissioner; it could not perceive Kamisato Ayato’s ‘true’ nature. But, who are you to blame? That man is cunning like a snake, crawling onto your skin as it makes you succumb to naivety. Therefore, you got yourself fooled and your hopes went up all because of your naivety and ignorance; Your impression on that man ruined your life.

Your dream wedding shattered in an instance, and your dreams for a happy future disappeared. Life has never been a rosy path with Archons smiling down at you as you obtain your happiness– so your experience is only natural, right? 

‘This is reality,’ you would say to yourself, trying to cope with your indescribable distress, ‘Life should be nothing like the novels I’ve read.’ 

Your love for reading starts to dissipate, replaced with a sense of hatred. You hate reading, it was the reason why you were so naive, so caught up with the illusions that you ruined your perception towards people.

You can’t do this anymore, you can’t star in a play you didn’t want to be in. 

You have to leave, you need to. 

You would rather die than spend the rest of your life chained towards someone who sees you as a nuisance in his unrequited love. 

But, How?

How can you, a sheltered child who only knows how to drown themselves in fantasies, run away from your family, friends…

Ayato?

You pitifully laugh at yourself, tears welling up in the corners of your eyes. 

You’re pathetic.  

You need to change. 

III. “I’m worried about Master [Surname],” Ayaka confesses with her head down. Ever since the Irodori festival, she has seen less and less of her future in-law which makes her worried. Kamisato Ayaka adores you, much to her brother’s surprise. The two would usually converse over tea about the latest release from Yae’s Publishing House, laughing and joking around about how the latest chapter was out of your expectations. 

Kaedahara Yuki listens to the younger Kamisato intently. Truth be told, she is curious about Kamisato Ayato’s, her childhood friend, Fiance, after all, she has never conversed with the aristocrat. Furthermore, you would be wed into a family that she considers her own, so who could blame her? Though, she has heard of you from a distance: the high-ranking aristocrat from the prestigious [Surname] family who is known to be collected and benevolent, delicate like a flower on top of a lake. 

Every time she asks Kamisato Ayato about his fiance, he would brush it off and discuss their childhood memories, dismissing her curiosity. She would press Kamisato Ayato for details about his fiance, even begging him to introduce her to her. But as usual, Kamisato Ayato would dismiss her attempts, making her feel down. 

But, if the oldest Kamisato can’t give her any information, shouldn't she ask from the youngest?

“I haven’t seen Master [Surname] since the Irodori Festival and it is making me worried,” Ayaka sighs, her expression down. 

“Have you tried contacting them?”

“I did try to request an audience with them, but the servants said that they wish to be alone,” Ayaka pouts. “Have you ever seen them, Lady Yuki?”

Kaedahara Yuki blushes in embarrassment, “Oh Ayaka. Please don’t use ‘Lady’ to me anymore. I am no longer part of nobility.”

Ayaka giggles. 

And so, Kamisato Ayaka stops talking about you.

Kaedahara Yuki isn’t cunning, so she does not press the youngest Kamisato anymore answers despite her curiosity; Though, if it was Ayato, she would continue to demand answers till her throat sores. 

However, if an opportunity ever occurs where she could meet you, she would grasp that opportunity immediately, paying no mind to the effects it has on others.

IV. “Aren’t you Master [Surname]?” ask Kaedahara Kazuha as you nervously avoid his gaze.

Oh fuck.

You messed up. 

For the first time, you decided to take a stroll on the streets of Inazuma late at night alone. You know this is a stupid decision, especially for someone as high as yourself. However, you needed a breather, and your family estate started to feel suffocating, so your only plan is to take a stroll alone. You knew your parents wouldn’t allow you to walk around the streets of Inazuma at night, especially without an escort, so sneaking out was only the option.

So, you hatched your plan. Though it was your first time sneaking out, you’ve read countless novels of the heroine running away to enjoy themselves in festivals. Hence, you have an idea of how to sneak out. 

It was 10:30 PM, nearing midnight. You disguise yourself using old clothes you stole from your servant, stripping all your jewelry in your possession, and only keeping a few silver coins. Sneakily, you slid past your servants and guards, climbing out of your estate’s wall. It took you a few tries due to your lack of physical strength; however, after some attempts, you succeeded. You quickly run away from your estate; The cool night breeze brushes your face as the song of the trees accompanies you on your journey. You smile to yourself-- for the first time in your life-- you felt free. 

However, your adrenaline rush was caught short as you spotted a man with silver hair in the distance. 

You tried your best to avoid him, but the man has the wind by his side. And so, here you are.

 

You awkwardly laugh, “Kaedahara Kazuha, it is a pleasure to meet you.” 

Kaedahara Kazuha stays quiet; his eyes are wide in shock as he notices your tattered clothing and unkempt appearance. You are a person of high regard, never in your life have you worn poor-quality garments and presented yourself unsightly. Even as a young child, Kaedahara Kazuha could only observe you from a distance due to the immense status gap, despite being a former aristocrat. Therefore, he can’t help but be shocked at your appearance. 

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'Ah. I am doomed.' You thought. Today is your first time sneaking out of your estate, and you got caught. Sweat rolls down your cheek as you wait for the younger Kaedahara to reply. Numerous thoughts fill your mind as you wait, countless of which was fueled by anxiety. 

'What if he tells on me?' 'If he ever tells this to Ayato, would I be disposed of for being improper?' 'If my family finds out, I would never be allowed to step foot outside of my family estate.'

Your expression darkens as you fall into despair, realizing the gravity of the situation. For the first time, you felt free, no longer trapped in a well-decorated cage like an ornament for display. However, you got caught. 

Suddenly, Kaedahara Kazuha speaks. 

"Don't worry," he says as you slowly look up at him, "I won't tell anyone." Your mouth was slightly ajar, confused. "Huh?" You mutter. 

Kazuha smiles, "Everyone has their reasons for running away." 

"But I'm not running away," you refute. Kazuha looks at you confused, "Huh?" 

"I'm just here for a stroll," you state. 

"Ah." Kazuha rubs the back of his neck, embarrassed, "I apologize for the assumption."

"It's alright," you smile. 

An awkward silence fills the air as you two refrain from talking. Truth be told, this is Kaedahara Kazuha's first time conversing with you; moreover, he is not one to chat with children from other aristocratic families-- that was his sister's job. Due to this, he does not know what to say. 

Regardless, this does not stop him from worrying. Why? Probably because you are his former superior's fiance? Who knows. Furthermore, Kazuha knows better than to leave you alone at night. Though you are wearing old and poor-quality clothes, your aura screams "rich noble", which can make you a target for petty thieves. 

So, Kaedahara Kazuha makes a decision. 

"I won't tell anyone," He repeats. "However, please allow me to accompany you, master [Name]." 

a/n: crazy how this took me like a year to update lol sorry

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[himeryu]

novels reader x ayato is crazy,, part two has 1.3k words and im not yet even done...