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yes, percy rose through the ranks of new rome disturbingly fast. no, jason did not do the same at camp half blood. yes, percy's rise to leadership at both camps took about two weeks and was completely unplanned. no, the same cannot be said for jason. his rise was carefully planned and took over a decade. they're both children of the big three, but where percy thrums with raw power, jason is a sword honed by zeus and hera. where percy is a survivor, jason is a weapon. where percy is a cycle breaker, jason can't get out. jason's fatal flaw was temptation to deliberate because he never managed to make his own choices. he was every classic definition of a hero rolled into one, and he never questioned it because his happiness came after the responsibility. jason was never going to ascend as fast as percy because jason was raised on hard work and discipline while percy, an abuse survivor and child of poverty, knew when to fight dirty. where jason was a transplant, percy was an invasive species. jason was always going to die because he was never more than a tool for the gods to throw away when he outlived his usefulness, or when he started to question his place. if someone as locked down as jason can question the system, anyone can. now that luke has put thoughts of overthrow in everyone's heads, zeus has to be very careful because while jason was expendable as his weapon, percy was unexpected in every way. zeus has no plan for him. when percy dies, he will become a martyr, so he can't die, except now everyone knows that percy doesn't want to be a god either. jason had to die, and now percy has to live.

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VANILLA ⸻ JING YUAN

﹚ SYN. the general has a tendency of not tending to his hair so you take the matter into your own hands.

﹚ CW. SUGGESTIVE. fem reader. established relationship. husband and wife. small bickering/teasing. jing yuan is described to have tattoo(s) (my personal head canon) mentions of coming home after a battle. scars. bandages. self indulgent (self ship coded) brushing hair, attempt to braid his hair. small make out. pet names: my love. my beautiful wife. MINORS DNI! AGELESS/BLANK BLOGS DNI!

wife!fem!reader + tattooed!jing yuan

﹚ WC. lowercase intended. not sure. this was written in twenty minutes. if you see mistakes look the other way i stfg.

﹚ NOTE. just some word vomit. WEEEOOO. this q’d so apologies if it doesn’t even make sense. im normal about him 🥹. anyways like i said this doesn’t make sense lmao! see y’all later 🤸🏻‍♀️

“hold still, ‘yuan.” you mutter, taking the pin out from his hair. he grumbles, slouching into you, as his fingers dance on your thighs.

“fine.” he whispers, closing his eyes each time the bristles met his scalp.

he was seated in between your legs, tired and muttering to himself as you skillfully work to brush out his hair. you’ve been repeating this step for the past ten minutes.

“it looks fine to me, my love.” he replies, turning his head a bit to catch a glimpse from you at the side.

you close your eyes shut, your fingers working to separate the next strand of hair. “i haven’t even started with the next strand,” you reply, separating the brushed side over his shoulder. “i’m going to braid them both together.” you nod to yourself, ignoring his scoffs.

“no you’re not.” he mumbles, turning around to face you.

“yes i am. don’t tell me what to do,” you scold, turning him back around. you start to work your way on the next chunk of hair, the soft brush scratching your palm with each stroke. “what is up with you and yanqing not wanting me to brush you guys’ hair and letting me braid it, hm?”

jing yuan sighs, rubbing his forehead. you had a point but he wasn’t going to let you win that easily. “we prefer to just have it up. you know this.” he strains, scooting back closer into you.

you hum in response, pulling away from him. “i’m still braiding it.” you tease, kissing his shoulder that had been bandaged.

the faint light in the shared bedroom was enough to where you could make out the faint lining of the scars that has littered his body, the outline of the tattoo on his back, and the shadows of you both. it was enough to make you frown at the sight, but he was home safely—that’s all that mattered to you.

jing yuan knew you had other plans when you didn’t speak to him as you helped patch him up. the sight of his hair alone was enough to make any woman grumble but he knew you’d take care of it. you always did. he had a tendency to neglect the long hair, telling himself ‘he will get to it when he can’ but you had beaten him this time to it.

a few minutes of comforting silence had passed, the oil you had used to massage his scalp lingers in the air. you had already started to braid one strand of his hair, the braid was thick and perfect tying the end off with a red ribbon. his hair was soft to the touch and it made you smile softly to yourself. you were happy he let you tend to his hair, something you’ve always enjoyed doing.

you analyze his tense shoulders, the uneven breaths and the way he had his brows furrowed. he was troubled, it makes you break away from him.

“are you okay?” you ask, tucking the strands of hair behind his ears.

“what do you mean?” he replies, stopping you from doing the next braid. he turns to face you, brows furrowed, studying the sad look on your face.

“you’re tense and…and…” you voice trails off when he places a hand on your cheek. his thumb stroking your skin.

he chuckles, leaning closer into you. he ignores your remark, not bothering of entertaining your unsureness.

his nose brushes up against yours, breathing in the vanilla perfume, his lips ghost over your parted ones. slowly testing your patience and eagerness, trying to see who would be the first one to break.

“what exactly do you think you’re doing, general?” you scoff, lips teasingly hitting his. you look at him, brush in hand and ready to turn him back around. the posture alone was uncomfortable and it was putting strain on you and his body.

“testing my beautiful wife. what exactly are you doing?” he replies with the same tone you used.

you lightly press your lips against his. “is that so? you seemed pretty tense—“

he hums, looking up at you. “gonna have you take care of that too.” he whispers quickly. he kisses you gently, waiting for you to register what he was doing.

you hum into the kiss, letting him take control of the situation. “let me,” you say between a breath. “finish first.” you mumble into the kiss, pulling at the ends of his hair.

“if you must,” he pouts, breaking the kiss quickly. he looks at you with a smile. leaning closer towards you to steal another kiss from you once more, ignoring your annoyed sighs that exit through your nose.

he kisses the corner of your mouth. “you’re so cute when you can’t get your way.”

“shut up.” you chuckle, hitting his shoulder lightly.

he throws up his hands in the air, “alright. alright.” he playfully says with a grin.

[mondaymelon]

— 𝗰𝗮𝗹𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗺 "𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲". ♥

:feat~ xiao, kazuha, wanderer x gn!reader:

⤷ cw: fluff. that's just about it

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“Love, where are you?”

XIAO appears almost instantly by your side, albeit looking the slightest confused - his puzzlement written all over his face as he glances at you with his gilded gaze. “I told you to call my name if you needed me, so why are you…”

You beam at his response, suddenly throwing your arms around him, to which he hesitates, then returns your embrace. “Because you’re the one I love, silly!” Leaning forward, you give the adeptus a light peck on the cheek, withdrawing as fast as you advanced.

Touching a gloved hand to his flushed face, the male stays silent for the count of three before speaking once more, “...You’re really so embarrassing at times…”

“Aw, you didn’t want me to call you that…?” Figure slumping, you pout, giving him sad eyes.

“...N-No, that’s… not what I meant.” Of course he can’t refuse you when you’re looking at him with such a sparkling, innocent adoration glowing in your eyes.

“So I can call you that, then?”

This earns you a long sigh from the stoic man, but his expression shows no exasperation. “Must all you mortals be so trivial?”

“Ah, just give me an answer…”

Has he been waiting for this moment? Perhaps he has, for now Xiao leans forward and returns your kiss from before with one of his own, the lightest smile gracing his lips.

“...Do whatever you’d like, love.” ♥

“Love, what are you up to?”

It takes KAZUHA a ten second pause to respond, glancing up from the book he’s reading in the dim lamplight of the Crux residencies. “...Me?” The way he’s blinking so rapidly is almost humorous.

“Who else?” You smile playfully at him, shifting closer to his tensed figure to get a peek over his shoulder, trying to glance at what he’s reading so diligently. “Of course I mean you, love.”

It’s hard not to tease him when his expression is so flustered. He’s quite the calm man, but this once, your antics have managed to catch him off guard.

It takes another moment for the male to meet your gaze, but when he does, his crimson eyes sparkle as red dusts his cheeks. “Haha, you really do always catch me by surprise, don’t you? It’d do me well to fetch myself a piece of paper and a pen now… I’m sure I wouldn’t want to forget this moment.” 

Setting down his book next to him, he leans into your body, smiling at your warmth. Moments like these are bliss, where no words are shared, yet the two of you reside comfortably in each other’s presence.

When he quietly glances up at you, the shimmering affection in his eyes is startlingly apparent. 

“That’s what I love about you, dove.”  ♥

“Love, c’mon, look at me…”

And just like that, your words have drawn WANDERER in once more. His expression is enraged, that’s for sure, but the slight flush on his cheeks, almost hidden by his hair, is undeniable.

“Wh-” He pauses, whipping around, eyes wide. “What do you think you’re doing, calling me by such… frivolous titles…!” Strange, why is he acting like you’ve committed some sort of grave offense?

“Hm? But love, what’s wrong?” You smile, practically beaming as the anger on his face only grows more apparent.

“Oh- You- You know exactly what you’re doing, aren’t you? Listen here…” And just like that, his stuttering tone shifts. Suddenly his gaze is cold as it's now trained on you. “Who do you think you are, to assume that you are to call me such names?”

Perhaps you know, or perhaps you don’t. Names carry an obscure value to the male, one that he can’t even begin to unravel. After all, he is one of many names as well… Kunizukushi, Scaramouche… and now, Wanderer. Each of those titles that seem to shape just who he is, molding his identity with each letter.

So for you to call him that word so carefreely…

He’s not exactly sure how it feels, but there’s a knot in his chest, right where his heart would be.

“…Sorry.” You sheepishly sigh. “That was unbecoming. I didn’t realize you’d be so… sorry.”

Ah, look what he’s done. Now you’re apologizing for his problem. And before he knows it, the words slip through his mouth, true to the feeling that’s beginning to overwhelm him.

“No, don’t apologize.”

“Just… tell me, how should I be feeling right now?”

“It’s hard to think, and for some reason, my face is all red…” ♥

(a/n) not scara being the only one who doesn't call you a name back 💀

[strxnged]

CYNO: # those who trespass.

word count. 2k. genre. adventure, platonic.

overview. with false rumours spreading that your research at the akademiya is concerned with forbidden knowledge, you travel across the desert to prove the subject's validity and your own integrity. but the lies seemed to have reached the ears of a certain law-upholding mahamatra.

warnings. fear, slight claustrophobia, one (1) bad joke from cyno. childhood best friends to percieved strangers trope ?

You had never expected to find yourself in the dry heat of the Hypostyle Desert, collecting information on the mystery of ancient times before. You were out of the direct sunlight, deep underground within the ruins of a temple, and you were close; you could feel the hair on your neck rise in anticipation. This room of the temple was the one you had been meant to find, and the thick pillar with the goat statue atop was the site which would hold the answers. As always, the answers would lead to more questions, but even a report of what you knew you would discover hidden in that pillar—the ancient power, and more importantly, the ancient tale—would carry you away from the endless respite from progress. It had only been luck that had led you here—luck, and some fear of lies that had followed you. Yes, this would be it, that last piece that would reclaim for you the reputation you sought.

But said lies you now heard the footsteps of, echoing dramatically down the long stone hall behind you.

“There’s nowhere for you to run.” The General Mahamatra—for you knew it was him—rather harshly stated your own thoughts aloud.

You knew it to be true, and yet you were not ready to give up. “There’s no grounds on which you can arrest me,” you declared, facing him more boldly than you felt. You mustered up the strength to look in his scarlet eyes. Your fear increased rapidly. Judging from his stance, staff held out to prevent any of your attempts of escape… he seemed to be beyond showing mercy.

“What gives you that impression?” At the General Mahamatra’s threatening gaze, you could feel your confidence begin to shatter. Even though you knew you hadn’t broken the law, you were beginning to feel the guilt of someone who had. The case had nothing to do with you. You didn’t even know where the rumours had started; only that you had been tracked here by the upholder of justice. He wasn’t Cyno to you anymore, nor he had he been for years. Clearly, things had change.

“If you lie to me, do not expect me to protect you from the law just because of our past friendship. Justice shall reveal your sins even as your lips tell falsehood.”

“For the last time, I had no part in it!” you said, feeling your voice hesitate. It seemed to be too late for your emotions to help declare sincerity.

“Then tell me,” he said, “why you fled to the furthest reaches of the Great Red Sands the day word spread of the project? A fair trial would have allowed you innocence. You are using forbidden knowledge as a crutch in your studies, and I will not regret.”

You could not speak again, because you knew this was going nowhere. The cold pillar behind you was all you could cling onto to steady your trembling.

The General Mahamatra eyed the pillar behind you, as if he noticed something worthy of suspicion.

Was it you shaking, or the pillar?

Before you had a chance to process what was happening, the General Mahamatra suddenly lunged towards you. It was hard to tell quite what had occurred in the moment that took you from beside the pillar to several feet down the stone hall, but you could faintly identify the feeling of hands leaving your torso and a blinding flash of Electro, as well as brief but overpowering motion.

Then, a sound like waves of fire exploded from the room, and it appeared that the entire chamber might come crashing down atop of you. As you readjusted your eyes, you could see that the pillar had been dispelled, and a great orange light with a peculiarly—familiarly—shaped artifact hung in the center of it.

Yes, you had been close to discovering the secret. But you might spend your life in prison before ever getting to finish your research, now. 

It was growing hotter in the hall; you could only wonder if your skin might have melted off had you stayed next to the pillar. Had… had you not been saved by…?

The General Mahamatra stood at the wall opposite you, also peering into the room in faint wonder. He seemed to have forgotten your perceived sins for the moment, the awe of the relic consuming his mind as much as yours.

You knew what this was, however. This was the hilt of a weapon once wielded by a descendant of King Deshret, as far as your research had led you to believe.

Recalling a scroll you had read on a related weapon, you wondered what might be making this piece so unstable. Was it the presence of a similar weapon? Or… some unresolved curse?

“The cycle of seven must be removed….”

A voice groaned from within the fiery glow.

Perhaps it was all of the above. A glance at the General Mahamatra seemed to confirm this; he was holding his weapon with wide eyes, as it seemed to be dragged by some invisible force towards the flame. If he didn’t let go of it now, it might drag him into the center of the heat.

Your thoughts whirled as you shouted, “Cyno! We have to get out of h—”

The General Mahamatra would not be getting out of here quite yet. He raised his staff, drawing Electro into a swirl of mulberry purple around him, and his attire seemed to change as the designs on his hood glowed. His arm changed colour too, and in place of his hand a large and terrible claw took form. He stepped once towards the room, and then took two more steps, crackling with Electro might. He drew back the claw and then released the gathered element at the artifact in increasingly powerful waves.

You could not look away, but you could not fully gaze upon the destruction. The artifact, the hilt—it seemed to wither away, and with it, the amber light. It did not cool, as the General Mahamatra did not release his form just yet. He had noticed the ceiling of the room caving in before you might have even thought to look. His claw now supported it, and he looked you dead in the eye.

“Run now, or join the ancients in their grave,” he snarled.

You ran.

—

“You called me Cyno.”

You craned your neck to look over your shoulder from the boulder you sat on outside the ruins. “My apologies,” you said, with less gusto than the comment deserved. The General Mahamatra walked around the boulder, eyed it, and sat right next to you, curtly dusting debris off of himself. You were somewhat relieved to see that he made it out in one piece.

“It does not matter what you call me,” he reprised, “for it does not impact my authority nor the law’s.”

“So what’s your point?”

“Well,” he said, and cleared his throat. He seemed to endeavor eye contact with you, but tore his gaze away after only a moment. This was strange. This was different than five minutes ago underground.

“Well?” you repeated.

“Yes. It made me think to our day. When we were younger. When I was Cyno, Defender of the Law, to you.”

You cleared your throat. “Cyno, Defender of the Law, and Scarlet Sand Authority of Justice.” You felt a bit shy saying something outright like that with the potential of embarrassing him. Especially after seeing how far his capabilities with his vision had come.

“Yes. I was reminded of that.”

Thankfully, he seemed unphased. You ventured to ask, “Aren’t you about to arrest me?”

He cleared his throat. You watched a short smirk form on his face and disappear just as quickly. “No, I need to rest myself first.”

“Hmm. You mean justice can wait for your minor fatigue?”

“No, I…” He looked you earnestly in the eye. “It was a joke.” As you did not immediately respond, he continued. “See, because you said you expected me to ‘arrest’ you, and because I have just exerted myself rather extremely in the ruins, I am in need of ‘a rest.’ So, I responded—”

“I get it, Cyno.”

“You do? You’re not laughing. Was it my delivery?”

You frowned. After all the fear that had led you here, along with the slightly crushing disappointment that your research could not continue on this subject now that the relic had been destroyed by a certain someone, you weren’t really sure what to feel right now. Especially with the General Mahamatra—Cyno, your old friend who you had not seen in years—cracking the same old dry jokes after threatening you with a glaring gaze and justice.

“So, can I call you Cyno again?” you asked.

“You may,” he replied.

“Okay, then, Cyno. What happened to my criminalization?”

“It was a matter of ruling you out. You would not admit to it, nor would you provide any evidence other than that of a dangerous pursuit. Now that the danger has been dispelled—”

“Wait, wait, wait,” you interrupted. “You tracked me down to the desert to keep me from searching for the relic?”

He blinked. “Not quite. I had planned to have you go through trial, and ban you from the topic altogether.”

“That wouldn’t have been very nice.”

“Oh, it would have been better for everyone involved. Do you realize what might have happened if I hadn’t been there to stop you just now?”

“I—” you faltered. Because, no, you did not realize. You hardly knew what set off the relic, much less what Cyno had done to destroy it. “Why didn’t you stop me before I got that close? Or at least be honest with me about it instead of making me panic like that?”

“You are not the kind of person who turns around at warnings of danger. That much is clear from your continued pursuit of the subject, as well as my experience as your acquaintance.”

“Acquaintance? Cyno, we were best buds a few years back!”

“Alright. As your former best bud, I know you to be reckless with your life in the pursuit of knowledge and prestige. In the name of justice, I took it upon myself to keep an eye on your endeavors.”

“In the name of justice?”

“Yes.”

“More like, in the name of a creepy former best bud who’s been watching me for years since we took different paths.”

“I disagree. That is an unfair statement. No, it was in the name of saving your life, and you cannot refute that.”

“I can try.”

“Indeed, you can try because you’re not dead in the ground.”

You clicked your tongue. He had you there.

“Well,” you said. You could not think of what to say next.

“Well?” he repeated. He had a serious look on his face, as always, but the response was so impish that you wanted to slap him.

“At least I’m not getting locked up,” you finally said. 

You had never expected to find yourself in the dry heat of the Hypostyle Desert, once again chatting with an old and dearly beloved friend, who you had thought, some ten minutes ago, was going to kill you.

author's note: yippee cyno. reblog if you agree 🔥🔥🔥

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[kkaags]

Zhongli

[versadies]

this time (alhaitham x gn!reader)

SALUTATIONS. this time (part two of next time)

ADDRESSED. alhaitham (w/ gn!reader)

STAMP. in which things have never been the same since your lover found you after you’ve been kidnapped, and tries to win your heart once more as well as for your forgiveness. (this is mostly on alhaitham’s pov after saving you)

CONTENT. angst/with-comfort, slight spoilers to sumeru archon quest (3.2), mentions of kidnapping, mentions of violence, reader now has a vision and is slightly traumatized, grammar errors, ooc alhaitham (only skimmed through his lore while writing this fic)

POST-SCRIPT. yipeeee it’s finally done !! special thanks to @crowbird who sent an ask about this fic, it’s acc what i was going for as well (but ive made reader suffered enough so i didnt go all out)

LINKS. masterlist \ taglist

How long has it been since Alhaitham has been waiting outside of Bimarstan? 

He couldn’t recall, but neither did he care about that. What he cares more is what’s happening inside the hospital where you’re currently treated.

As soon as Alhaitham’s done with his part on the mission, he didn’t waste any time to start looking for you, his heart beating faster than ever from his worries of what the Akademiya has done to you. 

Whatever they did, he hoped that you were okay. 

With the help of Cyno and some of his friends, he managed to find out that you’re located in the desert, but not in a state he had hoped he’d find you in. 

It took him two days until he finally found you in an abandoned hospital, only to see you standing in the middle of the room with a hollow look on your face, surrounded by fallen eremites and other people who are working for Azar–

Not to mention.. A vision in your hand, one that holds the symbol of anemo. 

What happened?

Alhaitham paid no mind to the unconscious bodies on the ground, his focus is on you – who remains unaware that you have other company besides your captors. 

“...( Name )?” He cautiously called out. 

You immediately turn around when you heard a familiar voice, only for your eyes to widen at the sight of your lover standing not too far away from you, his weapon in hand–

Oh gods, what have you done?

It begins to dawn on you when you realize what you just did, causing you to start breathing heavily. “I… I didn’t mean to–” You look down at your shaking hands with wide eyes, “I didn’t mean to knock them– th-they tried to take me away, to some… to some guy who goes by the Doctor and I-I was so scared, I was freaking out and, and one of them was about to hit me and suddenly everyone’s jus–” 

You find yourself falling onto your knees with a sob, the fear and anxiety you tried to hide for the past two days as you were pushed and dragged through the sand and heat slowly started to come out in the open. 

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry” were all the words you could muster at the moment, not noticing how Alhaitham starts walking towards you.  

It was only when you felt something warm beginning to wrap around you when you realized your lover’s hugging you in a comfort embrace, causing you to let out a shaky gasp.

“I don’t care what you did to them,” Alhaitham tells you, his heart shattering at the sight of you being frightened with yourself, “I’m just glad you’re okay now. You’re safe, ( Name ).” 

He closes his eyes shut, not intending to let you go just yet. “I’m… I’m sorry for everything. I’m sorry for leaving you. I regretted leaving you out of the dark with what I was doing and… I just wanted to keep you safe, but it seems it only made things dangerous for you instead.” 

You couldn’t help but be taken back from how his words sounded so sincere, so genuine – you knew how your lover is with these kinds of things, so you knew just how much he means it when he apologized. 

You couldn’t help but break into tears. 

“It hurts so much…” You hiccuped, hugging him back as you sob. “I thought… I thought I did something wrong that made you–”

Your breath hitches when he holds onto you tighter. “This is never your fault. It’s mine alone for never considering how this would affect us badly. You’ve been nothing but an amazing person in my life and I took it for granted.” He said, angrier with his foolish self for making you feel this way for all this time. 

“I… When I found out that they took you, I felt like I.. I’ve...” He struggles to find the right words to tell you just how scared he was when he found out about you being held captive by the Akademiya. 

He relaxes when you start moving your arms around him. “I know..” You whispered reassuringly, as though you read his mind. “Just take me back, ‘Haitham.” 

–

“Mr. Alhaitham?” Alhaitham’s thoughts are cut away when he hears the familiar voice of the doctor who took charge of healing you, causing him to stand up when he sees him walking out from the door. 

“How’s ( Name )?” The scribe asks. 

“They’re doing well. They just need more food, water, and plenty of rest and they’ll be okay. Though, we need to keep them under our watch for the rest of the week to check up on their major injuries now and then.” Zakariya then let out a sigh. “I just can’t believe their captors are heartless enough to not feed them well, not to mention the injuries inflicted on them. It was fortunate enough that you’re able to find them before things could’ve gone worse for your lover.” 

Alhaitham’s heart feels broken once more when he hears about your condition, making him all the more angry that he wasn’t fast enough to find you (and the fact that Azar and his pathetic followers’ punishments aren’t enough). 

“May I visit them now?” He asks. 

The doctor nods in response. “I believe so. They were looking for you when they woke up.” 

That was enough for Alhaitham to immediately come inside the hospital (not without thanking Zakariya, of course) and visit you, bringing your favorite meal that he made beforehand as well as flowers. 

It reminded him of back when he was on his way to take you out on your first date together, with him always fixing his outfit (despite the fact that you’ve seen him wear it everyday) and checking if he has everything – as though he was a bit nervous. 

By the time he eventually arrives to where you are, you notice his presence immediately, causing you to turn away from the view of your window and look at your lover. 

The two of you stare at each other in silence, not knowing what to say. 

Alhaitham decides to break the silence. “...How are you?” 

“...Never been better, I suppose.” You respond quietly, looking down at your hands. “I mean, my lover’s finally talking to me after so long and I’m no longer blind and tied up for two days straight; not to mention how I didn’t kill anyone when I received my vision so… that’s good.” He winces from your words. 

You then look up to where he is. “I can’t… forgive you so easily for what you’ve done as much as it sounds selfish of me.” You confessed.

Alhaitham shakes his head. “No, it’s alright. I expected you to not forgive me straight away.” He says reassuringly. “All I ask is if you could give me a chance to make everything up. Let me make up for the time we lost.”

You frowned. “Then what? Will you suddenly get busy again and ignore me for the next few months? A year maybe?”

“I won’t repeat what happened last time.” He said. “Not when it almost cost me to lose you.” 

Your eyes soften. “I’m too scared to take the risk and experience the same thing all over again.” Deep down, you were touched when you heard from your nurse that your lover did everything he could to find you and get you back, as well as how he waited for a long long time until he was allowed to come inside the hospital and see you again – without reading a book even. 

But you knew that you can’t just let what he did slide so easily. 

“Trust me. Just one last time.” Alhaitham asks, almost in a desperate way. “If I mess up again, and I’ll make sure I won’t, then you can leave me.” He wanted to come closer to you, to sit down on the edge of the bed and place his hands on your wrapped hands in a reassuring way, but he didn’t want to overstep your boundaries. “If you still want to leave me without a chance, then that’s alright.”

You quietly think about what to do. As much as you’re heartbroken that your lover had ignored you for such a long time, you still unfortunately love that man, but you can’t forgive him just yet. 

You let out a sigh. “I’ll give you one month to make it all up to me, then I’ll decide if I leave.” You said, causing his shoulders to relax. 

“I won’t let you down, ( Name ).” He declares with confidence. 

You smile lightly, now noticing the things he’s been holding throughout the whole conversation. “You do know that giving me my favorite food and my favorite flowers today isn’t enough to make me forgive you, right?” 

Alhaitham hums. “I’m aware. I’m guessing that the hospital didn’t give you any food that you’re craving, so I thought about making it for you before I visit.” 

You know he was right, although the hospital did give you food to eat, it didn’t match the sweet taste of the ones you’ve been longing to eat, such as the foods that your lover always cooks for you whenever he can just for you. 

“Pretty sure they cooked better than you though.” You joked. 

His lips slightly move upward. “Oh? Won’t you try and see if you’re right then?” 

You scoot over a little, a small invitation for him to finally come up to you. “Only if you hand-feed me.” You said, thinking he’d refuse and make you eat it yourself.

To your surprise however, you underestimated just how much that man loves you. 

“If that’s what you wish then.” Without hesitation, he instantly comes up to your bed and sits down next to you, putting your flowers next to your bed and unpacked your meal (you didn’t bother to point out how he looked so eager to do so). 

As you eat your meal that he made, you can’t help but reminisce about the times when he used to do this to you. Particularly when you get sick and he has to take care of you, something that he always reassures you that he’s completely okay with it and willing to do it as long as it’s for you. 

“I’ll have to cook meals for you everyday then if it makes you that happy.” He suddenly says as he feeds you, making you realize that you’ve been smiling the entire time. “What do you say about curry shrimp tomorrow when I visit here?” 

“You’re going to visit here again?” You ask in a surprised tone. “Don’t you have things to do with the Akademiya?” 

“Even in different situations, I’d still put everything down just to take care of you.” Alhaitham explains. “Don’t worry about my duties in the Akademiya, I’m sure they’ll be doing alright without my presence for a while.” 

You hummed. “Alright then.” 

–

Alhaitham is one dedicated man, you’d admit. 

Everyday, he’d always come and visit you with a meal in hand, as well as things that could make you no longer be bored from lying down on the hospital bed all day. On some days, the two of you would play TCG (with Cyno, Kaveh and Tighnari whenever they visit you), read books together silently, listen to music together with his music player that he personally made when he first became the scribe, and even take a stroll around the street together. 

You’re still reluctant with his company, but nevertheless, you didn’t feel uncomfortable from it. 

Of course, there were other things you’d do whenever Alhaitham is away. Sometimes you’d be found helping the doctors and nurses taking care of the patients, taking care of all the flowers he gifted you, and so on. 

Your injuries were slowly getting better, much to everyone’s relief, and you were no longer as shaken up as before from the incident that happened on the day Alhaitham found you.

Not that he asked you about it. Now that you think about it, not a single person dared to ask what happened to you during your kidnapping, nor did anyone ask how you got your anemo vision, excluding some clueless people who were unaware of what happened to you. 

Cyno did a good job in making sure that it looked like the eremites and Azar’s subordinates were ambushed by him and Alhaitham and not you, not wanting you to get in trouble for simply defending yourself from your captors. You’re grateful that he never questioned you about what happened.

It was hard to get used to the vision that reminded you of what happened, but with your friends’ help, you managed to slowly live with it as well as learn how to use it to protect yourself better. 

By the time you were released from the hospital, you’re surprised that Alhaitham’s still continuing to do the same thing he’s been doing for the past week. 

During your meals, it was Alhaitham who’s been doing the cooking instead of you, with Kaveh whining about why he doesn’t get the same treatment. He also made sure to always kiss you goodbye before he sets off to tend to his duties in the Akademiya, something that you missed for so long. 

For someone who has an unpredictable schedule, he always makes sure to make time for you, for what is freedom if he can’t enjoy it without you?

Slowly and surely, you begin to forgive him and find yourself smiling every now and then.

Sure, he’d sometimes come back home late, but it was never like last time. Sure, he’d sometimes be too focused on his work in his office, but it was never like last time. Unlike last time, you finally feel like you’re living with a lover and not a stranger. 

Whenever you could, the two of you would go out in the woods and train your skills with your vision, something you’re grateful for since using a vision isn’t as easy as you thought it would be. 

The kidnapping still haunted you with nightmares that made you lose sleep as well as some things that reminded you of it, but with Alhaitham, you feel less scared and more comforted from him, who always made sure to stay by your side and be with you when you needed it. 

He’s more considerate than before, you’d admit.

Of course, you made sure to show your gratitude by visiting Alhaitham in his office in the Akademiya like you usually did before, secretly surprised with how he’s always found in his office despite the fact that he’s usually everywhere but there (it’s as if he’s been anticipating you to visit him), and give him a meal that you made before going your way to the Grand Bazaar. 

Until one day, Alhaitham requested you something. 

“When you come and visit me at the Akademiya…” You slowly waited for him to tell you to not come there, only for your eyes to widen at his next words. “...Do make sure to bring two meals so we can eat together.”

You processed what he just said to you. “You mean… eat our meals together? You and me?”

He nodded in response, looking as though he’s unbothered with what he said. “Who else if not you?”

You try to hide your smile before obliging his request. “I’ll keep it in mind then.”

Since then, you find yourself eating your meal with your lover whenever you come and visit. 

You never dared to point out how his lunchbox is always clean and empty whenever he’s done with it.

Sometimes if time allows it, he’d also visit the Grand Bazaar to watch you perform on stage with Nilou, who’s shocked to see the scribe himself – especially with a fascinated look on his face as he watches you perform.

After your performance, Nilou couldn’t help but carefully ask him about his presence in a place such as the Grand Bazaar. 

The man could only huff. “Am I not allowed to support my lover?” He comments. “Don’t mind my presence and go enjoy what you love just like what I’m doing right now.” 

“Watching your lover?” She questioned quietly, looking back at where you are, who’s currently helping one of your colleagues with another task. “You must really love ( Name ), huh?” 

“Not just love.” He clarifies, crossing his arms. “They’re my freedom and eternal oasis.” 

Nilou feels touched by the scribe’s words. She could see now why you’re so willing to give him another chance. 

“( Name ) feels the same way, if you’re wondering.” She said with a soft smile. “I hope you’ll continue to make them happy like they are now. It’s been so long since the Grand Bazaar’s last seen ( Name ) being this happy.”  

“I’ll make sure of that.” Alhaitham assures the woman, his eyes softening at the sounds of you laughing at whatever your colleague told you. “I’ll make sure they’ll be happy, even if we’re no longer together like now.” 

Even when you’re still hesitant to forgive him in fear that it’ll happen again, Alhaitham is willing to wait for you and prove to you that he won’t do the same thing ever again no matter how long it takes.

Just like how you waited for him to come home when he was nothing but distant, he’s willing to wait for you the same way.

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[spiriteddreams]

some sad scholarly angst with al-haitham! one might think that after finishing all her finals, spirit would be in a happy fluffy mood but no here's some angst >:)

al-haitham stares at the door, eyes burning, hands clenched, teeth digging into the inside of his lips as he waits. and waits. and waits. still nothing. he heaves out a sigh, head turning to glance over at the clock, watching as its hands drag in a circle to mark one minute passing since he's last checked. he glances towards the door again, swallowing thickly as he shifts in his chair.

the lock doesn't turn, the door doesn't push open and you don't greet him with a warm smile, his name tumbling from your lips as you ask how his day was. the clock continues to tick, one second apart, one second too slow, one second, one second one second one--

"one second! give me one second!" your breathless laughs fill his memories. he can't move, stuck in a memory as he stands up straight, watching as you stumble after him through the house of daena with books held tightly to your chest.

"you're such a slowpoke." the words come out of his mouth so easily as you catch up to him. his hand raises to flick your forehead teasingly, a smirk coming across his face when you lean away and scowl at him.

you huff and turn to face him, "maybe if you'd just be patient, i wouldn't have to be running after you all the time! archons it's like you're trying to run away from people."

al-haitham jolts back to the present. trying to run away from people. he scoffs at the irony of it all. run away? is that what you would call it if you saw him now, waiting in his chair in the dim light, staring at the door and waiting. he swallows thickly, what's the difference between running away and pushing away anyways? in the end, they all lead to back to the same thing: emotions.

you're being emotional, while he's being rational, or so he thinks to himself. rationality is what has gotten him this far. rationality is what has allowed him to climb the ranks. rationality is the reason why he's so respected. rationality is what allows him to come up with these radical plans. rationality is what leads him to this moment.

al-haitham's not an idiot, it's clear to all of those around him. he's well aware of what emotions are and how they can affect one's decision making and thoughts process. and it's not that he hates emotions, though it may come off that way, he simply values rationality over emotions.

emotions are for private moments. they're for stolen kisses between the bookshelves, hands held beneath cafe tables, whispered giggles during akademiya lectures and bodily heat in the middle of winter nights. emotions are for the tender moments that he saves in his memory, from watching you stumble through the akademiya with a bright grin as you call out his name, to the wild thumping of his heart when you lay waste to a group of treasure hoarders.

emotions are not for arguments, al-haitham thinks. they're not for harsh words and petty comebacks that dig deep into the skin, sinking deeper and deeper until the damage is done and irreversible. and yet emotions still find their way into the words that tumble from your lips as you glare at him from across the room, hands clenched and tears lining the bottom of your eyes.

"haitham, please, just try to listen to what i have to say." the memory of your voice is tired, teetering on the edge of breaking as you hold yourself together for the last time. once more, al-haitham stands across from you, standing up right but unable to say or do anything of his own will.

"what more could you have to say?" the words feel foreign and he wants to scream at the memory of himself to stop talking. "you let the thief get away because of some silly words he said to play with your emotions."

"he was talking about you!" it feels like you're out of breath, the words slamming into him yet he doesn't flinch. instead he scoffs and steps closer, ignoring the way he takes in your shaking hands.

"then maybe," he sneers, "we shouldn't be together if the thought of me is enough to shake your resolve. in such a high stakes mission, i'm sure i wouldn't have let such words get to me." silence envelops the room. the walls suddenly feel so suffocating with the tension that's threatening to tear down the same four walls that you once found comfort in night after night. he watches as you take a shaky breath, clearing your throat as you look away. he watches in silence as you gather your items, holding your bag to your chest as if you were afraid he was going to tear it away from you.

"then maybe we shouldn't." you hold his stare for a moment before brushing past him, the loose sleeves of your top brushing against his clothes as if they were trying to cling to him for just one second.

he jolts back to the present once more, eyes darting to the clock only to realize a few minutes have passed. he breathes deeply, his hands fidgeting on the chair as the sound of the clock and his own heartbeat thunder in his ears.

it's unusual for you to not return, and if something has come up, you would typically send word to let him know ahead of time. and even if you did happen to return late, it's already much later than usual. which leaves al-haitham to stew in his own thoughts that have begun to creep up his shoulder and whisper cruel things into his ear. he didn't mean it, all the things that had spilled from his lips, the anger and frustration that had burst forth in the moment. it was the tipping point, the mountain of stress that had been weighing down on his shoulders finally coming crashing down in your shared bedroom as voices rose and arguments cut down your walls.

emotions are not for arguments. and he wishes he could turn back the time, drag the hands of the clock backwards so that he wouldn't let himself lose composure like that and instead listen, instead of run.

and for the first time, you don't come home.

reblogs and comments are greatly appreciated! <3

[saetoru]

✩ ‧₊˚ ✩。PLAN B — ALHAITHAM.

alhaitham has long resigned to the reality that as long as he’s dating you, there can never be an argument he can fully win with logic alone. all his life, his brain has carried him above men in the most impressive of ways, granted him effortless victories that he’s strategized in just a few quick seconds—except no matter how impressive, his brain is no match for your stubbornness.

one time, he even overhears the general mahamatra mumble, it seems like he’s met his match. to this day, the moment haunts him in his sleep sometimes.

but he figures cyno is right (though no one should ever tell him this) because otherwise, alhaitham, the akademiya’s scribe and current acting grand sage, would never be buying flowers and standing before you to apologize for something he didn’t even do.

well, he did—it’s just that he did in a dream, not reality.

“oh, has the cheater come back for my hand again?” you spit, crossing your arms and looking to the side with a hmph.

the universe must be having a field day with this show, he thinks, the show of alhaitham’s life taking complicated turns in places they simply do not have to. woefully, he’s sure kaveh is enjoying this, at least. otherwise the architect wouldn’t be sitting on the opposite couch and watching in pure glee.

“technically, i didn’t cheat,” alhaitham argues, “that was the alhaitham of your conjured imagination. the real alhaitham was peacefully sleeping until he was rudely pushed off of the mattress despite having work in a few hours—”

“i don’t speak to cheaters,” you huff.

alhaitham figures it’s now time to put plan b into action. plan b is as follows: to buy your favorite type of flowers and present them to you, all while dinner from your favorite restaurant sits on the table waiting. as soon as your eyes light up at the sight of the flowers, he’ll be able to skillfully sneak his way beside you on the couch, pull you close with one arm, and before you realize what he’s done, he’ll lead you to the dining table with your usual order waiting for you.

it’s a fool proof plan, he thinks—all plans of his have always had a ninety nine percent success rate, and this is no different. the only reason there’s not a one hundred percent success rate is solely and entirely due to the fact that he cannot plan for unforeseeable circumstances that occur last minute. these circumstances are beyond his control, but the small statistical chance of them occurring puts his mind at ease that in a few short minutes, all will be back to normal.

“these are for you,” he says, holding out the bouquet he bought—which was rather expensive, might he add.

and then, because the universe hates him, that one percent chance of an unforeseeable circumstance presents itself at the most inopportune of times.

“why is this one dead?” you raise a brow, pointing to the flower in the corner he failed to notice.

wonderful, he thinks. kaveh snorts, and alhaitham simply let’s his shoulders sag.

“well,” he starts, “i didn’t notice that one. forgive me—”

“just like you didn’t notice my presence while you cheated on me, huh? yeah, for the akademiya’s scribe, you sure do miss a lot,” you glare daggers at him.

“but i didn’t—”

“it’s your fault i dreamt that in the first place,” you hiss, “who’s plan allowed the people of sumeru to dream again?”

“yes,” kaveh adds from the corner, “do tell, alhaitham. who’s brilliant plan has lead to this situation?”

“certainly not yours,” alhaitham shoots back, crossing his arms as he raises a brow at the insufferable blonde, “if it were up to you to make the plans, we’d have quit before we even start.”

“don’t be rude to kaveh,” you scold, “kaveh would never cheat on me.”

“of course i wouldn’t,” kaveh agrees.

alhaitham pinches himself in hopes this is all his dream and he can wake up from this torturous nightmare.

“kaveh is behind on rent and acutely single. the only place kaveh could cheat on you is in his own dreams,” alhaitham argues, which earns an offended sound of indignation from his roommate.

“if this is your way of apologizing, it sucks,” you sulk, refusing to meet his eyes.

with a heavy sigh, alhaitham sets down the flowers and hesitantly—he does not wish to be shoved to the floor a second time in one day—settles beside you on the couch.

“i would never be unfaithful to you. i love you,” he says simply, but his voice is delicate, serious, like he means it. “i love you because you brighten each day, and make them far more tolerable by your side—even despite your occasional illogical fits of rage. and i will continue to love you even when i am the target of them.”

“seriously?” kaveh gapes in disbelief, “that’s your apology? are you trying to be broken up with—”

“really?” you ask, hopeful.

“of course,” alhaitham nods, and if the corner of his eyes shoot kaveh a smug look…well, only kaveh sees it.

“you’ve never cheated on me?” you narrow your eyes, searching for confirmation in his.

he grabs your hands, nodding. “never,” he assures.

“okay,” you nod, “as long as you’ve learned your lesson, i can look past the mistakes of the alhaitham of my dreams.”

“the alhaitham of your reality is so graciously thankful,” he says sarcastically.

you giggle. he smiles softly. kaveh rolls his eyes and walks to his room.

“well, alhaitham of my reality,” you hum, moving to cup his cheeks and lean in until your lips are just barely touching his, “i love you too. even despite how you infuriate me—including in my dreams.”

“it’s an unfortunate quality all potential versions of alhaitham come with,” he chuckles, and then his lips are pressed to yours firmly.

and you know, from this kiss alone, from the way he holds you like you’re the first bloom of spring after a harsh winter, that you’re the only one he has room for in his heart.

plan b had a few unexpected complications, but as always, alhaitham adds another successful attempt to his list.

this reader is so me-coded pls look away 😭

[yuoimia]

rise and shine

summary: what do they do when you refuse to wake up.

chars: alhaitham, cyno, tighnari, xiao, wanderer, kazuha, zhongli, albedo, ayato, kaeya, diluc, kaveh, heizou, itto, childe.

warnings: sfw, reader is called ‘sleeping beauty’ once, not proofread.

yanks the covers off you - alhaitham, cyno, tighnari, xiao, wanderer

let’s you off the hook a few times, giving you a generous amount of time to get up and get ready, but when they see you‘re still very much fast asleep after a good forty minutes, it seems the only way to wake you up is to resort to more.. straightforward methods.

for example, pulling the covers off you with a supposedly good-natured ‘rise and shine, sleeping beauty.’

—

‘please..just five more minutes…’

‘i’ve given you five more minutes eight times.’

‘so?’

‘i’ve made/got your favourite breakfast.’

how could you resist that?

i mean you could, but they’d probably drag you off the bed then

tries to woo you out - kazuha, zhongli, albedo

you don’t miss several indiscreet promises and the more-than-usual showers of affection offered by them. they’re method is be as gentle with you until you break. how sneaky.

don’t underestimate their patience, they’ll be kneeling on your bedside for however long. it. takes. oh, the sun’s setting? it’s almost as beautiful as you. it’s a full moon tonight? it probably looks better outside, don’t you think?

you’ll have to eventually fall into their little scheme, though.

—

‘i heard that there’s a new cafe opening today.’

‘really!?’

‘yeah, but it’s just too bad they don’t do deliveries.’

lifts and carries you bridal style - ayato, kaeya, diluc,

maybe because they know arguing won’t be enough against your stubborn head, they do something completely impulsive and unexpected. such lifting you up and carrying you bridal style.

a big, big tease about the whole ideal. will never live it down. probably turns into a regular morning greeting. if they wake up first, just expect to be somehow launched into their arms.

—

‘good morning to you, too’

‘do you think my legs don’t work?’

‘what legs? you seem prrreeettyy short to me.’

that earned them a slap.

goes back to sleep with you - kaveh, heizou, itto, childe

they love their sleep. and sleeping with you? that’s like a whole luxurious package deal. sure, they have some urgent matters to deal with, the akademiya, the tenryou commission, beetle fighting, fatui meetings…yeah, but really, is it as important as a good nights rest? no, of course not. you know what they say, a good night’s rest means a promised good day ahead. (they made half of that up). in all honesty, you’re the one ends up having to wake them up.

—

‘we should get out of bed, it’s nearly 11.’

‘but i’m so sleepy. i’m so tired. you need to be nicer to your poor lover.’

‘this is why i said you need to go to bed earlier.’

‘no, just ten more minutes, i promise.’

© ayaboba. do not copy, modify or translate in any way.

[aezuyu-deactivated20230413]

emotionally inept idiots

ft. alhaitham, scaramouche

exactly as the title says + touched starved bois <3

alhaitham.

in all honesty, alhaitham does not like physical contact. not one bit. hugs are suffocating, pats on the back and slugs on the shoulder are uncomfortable, hand holding was awkward and kisses were the worst of them all. handshakes are the only thing really deemed acceptable, yet even then he refrains from engaging in much.

so how do you date a guy who isn't vocal with his feelings, nor is affectionate and touchy?

see, alhaitham isn't unfamiliar or blind to the ways of romance — he just... doesn't like it. it's purely illogical. completely, utterly daft to want it.

it's work, commitment to the fullest degree, something that effort had to be put in always. and, in complete frankness, two decades of social isolation kind of messes you up.

but... you made him want to try.

on the first date, he's got everything planned out. chocolates, flowers and a stuffed toy — that was standard, wasn't it? he had reserved a table at a nice diner, and he'd treat you to a good dinner. then he'd escort you home, and it would be a complete success. right?

except he got stuck at the first step. ( whoops ? )

you had accepted the gifts with a chuckle, reaching up to kiss him on the cheek.

and then, well, let's say the man started to malfunction...

he looks at you, eyes widening fractionally. he hadn't accounted for the... physical side of this.

he still feels where your lips had touched his skin, the ghost of your breath lingering on his cheek.

you grin, the kind of grin where your eyes crinkle in the corners, and your nose scrunches up in the most adorable fashion. and he's still stunned when you utter a “shall we go?”, skipping forth, leaving him to scramble after you.

the dinner went well, considering his embarrassing start. he offers you his hand as you leave the restaurant — that was what people did, right? hold hands as they walked? — but completely forgets how to act as you do.

“uh, 'haitham?” you say, looking up at him in concern. “you okay?”

it is then he notices he's clutching onto your hand entirely too tightly, entirely too stiffly. he relaxes immediately, glancing away.

you laugh gently. “relax.”

man is awkward as hell, okay? he knows the traditional way of things — like what he's supposed to do and what he isn't, but carrying it out is... hard.

too much at a go is overwhelming for him, to say the least. but, once he gets comfortable with you, he's always got to have at least some form of contact with you or he'll be driven mad ( #real ).

it's either in the form of your thighs against each others' as you're sitting, reading or working or whatever, or his arms brushing yours as you walk down the street.

he really likes forehead kisses, but it'll be over his dead body before he admits it. your hugs are another thing he loves, especially when your arms wrap all around him and your entire body slots together like two matching puzzle pieces, every curve and slope aligned. though, he might break away after a minute or two — yet it's only because hugs lasting too long get uncomfortable for him ( pls understand ). they recharge his energy like nothing else does, though.

at night is when he's most touchy. he likes holding you to sleep, okay? it sends him swooning when it's you holding him, though.

so he's not the best at showing his love through touch, but everyone's got their differences, no?

scaramouche.

guy is the definition of “what is this?” “affection.” “disgusting. — do it again.”

literally will never be the first to initiate contact, to the point misunderstandings will occur.

he honestly doesn't know the first thing about romance, so, good luck. he thought he was dying or something the first time he felt butterflies and an explainable emotion that rose whenever you're around. maybe you had poisoned him?

when he finally realises what exactly he feels for you, first thing he's gonna do is run. it's cowardly, he knows — but avoidance is the only thing he does know.

“sca-ra!” you whisper yell, enunciating each syllable of the nickname you've given him with crisp certainty. it makes him cringe a little, and he turns to flee yet again.

the fatui subordinate he'd been berating took that chance to flee, and he decides that he'll let her off the hook. this time.

he's been avoiding you for days now, and you were closer and closer to catching him each time. ( maybe he wanted you to. )

“don't you dare run away from me,” you huff, stomping up to him, and it's something in your voice that freezes him in place.

you're all up in his face now, and there's something different about you. you sound playful as always, yet your eyes... were tired. they drooped lightly, just as your shoulders slumped.

and of course, scaramouche is the type of guy to jump to the worst possible conclusion at all times.

were you... tired of him already?

and then you hug him. he stiffens instantly. what does he say? what does he do? you've always been like this — intruding into his personal space and whatnot — but this? it felt different. not a bad different. not a good different. different. he didn't know how to react. how was someone supposed to react, ambushed like this?

you've nestled your face into his neck, arms wrapping around his waist tightly. his arms lay limp around his sides, but you don't seem to mind. you don't seem to be pulling away either.

there's a squirming sort of feeling in his chest — which he's come to find that the mortals describe it as butterflies — and he hates it. you're just you ( a lie, you're so much more ). there's no way you can be this warm, or this comforting, or how just being near you for the first time in weeks gives him this much relief.

“you've been avoiding me,” you murmur, muffled by your face in his neck. “why?”

he doesn't say anything. he can't.

and then you pull away, and he hates himself. he hates himself more for the horrendously weak noise he makes, and even more when his arms finally decide to work, catching onto your wrist.

there's hurt in your eyes, he realises. and worry.

“i —”

somehow, somewhere, the situation is resolved. it takes even longer for you to become a couple, but you do.

as it's been said, he's never the one to initiate contact. yet when you do, he's never the first to let go.

the first time you gently pushed his head onto your lap, or chest or stomach, scaramouche literally glowed red.

“what are you doing?” he hisses, face burning. but you notice he makes no move to get off.

anything affectionate is basically the fastest way you can get him to melt. hugs, kisses, cuddles, anything. just bombard him with so much love that he's just going to become goo and pudding in your arms.

when you get into bed, you bet he's going to sleep on the furthest end.

yet somehow by morning, he's all curled up into your body and will not move until you physically have to get up.

when scaramouche is sleepy is when he's most affectionate. it's like the tsundere part of his brain is completely switched off. he's going to pout until you pepper his face in feathery kisses and even then he's going to cling onto you.

he's always been alone his whole life, and now he doesn't have to be, why wouldn't he take the chance to enjoy it while it lasts?

( yea you're gonna have to work on his abandonment issues. )

[ladyrhaerhae]

aaaAAAAaaa awkward haitham <3333

[lyneira]

♤ it's always the quiet ones ♤

SMUT - MINORS DNI

-> how the genshin men react when they find out that you, their quiet and shy s/o, has a high sex drive

fem!reader x genshin men

This dude is ASTOUNDED

Xiao, Diluc, GOROU, Scaramouche

It would come as a big shocker to these guys. Like, where did all of this desire come from? Comparing your timid gaze on him when you two had first met, to the hungry, lustful gaze that you were looking at him with when it came to getting intimate simply flabbergasted him. Yet, at the same time, turned him on.

During the act, he wouldn't know which emotion to feel. To be clear, it's not that he dislikes your eagerness, it's just that it's something that he's still getting used to, and it's also that he wanted to be the one making you flustered instead.

You'd surprise him with a multitude of sensual touches and gestures that he wouldn't have expected from you, and with each one, his heart would begin to race and the heat in his cheeks would rise. (And of course, the heat wouldn't be the only thing that was rising, heh ;) )

And his flustered state would only turn you on further, for with each forward touch, kiss, and lick you'd give him, a gratifying moan would escape from his lips as he tries to maintain his composure. His attempts to keep his cool would be all for naught, as clear in both the redness of his cheeks and stiffness of his cock.

It's so obvious that all of this excited him and he was trying to hold back. So, you gotta tell him to put all of that excitement inside of you instead of holding it in, and then he might bust a nut right there, or he might actually do as you say, quickly sliding himself inside you and thrusting all of his love deeply into you.

Would sit back and relax

CYNO, Albedo, DAINSLEIF, Tighnari

Your high libido would also be a surprise to him but he doesn't mind at all. In that case, he'll simply let you have your way with him when it comes to love-making. Whatever makes you happy.

These guys are generally on the quiet side, and would probably be less vocal during the act, but they'll have a hard time keeping quiet when you'd be touching and riding them. Soft moans would begin to fill the room as you pleasure yourself with his cock, from sucking it, licking it, to bouncing up and down on it. Luckily, they'd have a lot of stamina, so you'd be able to do all of this for nearly as long as you'd like.

Indeed, he's absolutely fine with you using him to your liking, just as long as you understand that he'll do the same to you after you're done. It's only fair that after servicing you with his cock, that you service him with your pretty pussy, y’know? ;)

Ready to serve

Zhongli, Kazuha, KAVEH, Baizhu, THOMA

When he finds out about your big sexual appetite behind your usual demure demeanor, this man will be willing and ready to serve you. He'd be more than happy to cater to his darling. He would rather let you relax and would rather be the one to please you instead.

After all, your pleasure is their pleasure. Seeing that exasperated, hot, lewd look on your face as he's eating you out or destroying your pussy with his cock really gets him going, to the point where he'd probably already come at the sight. And that paired with you begging and moaning desperately for more? Get ready to be covered or filled to the brim with his love for you (or both hehe), for he, too, will want more

Plus, overall, he'd actually be happy to see this rather wild side of you. Not only due to the sexual aspect of it, but because it makes him feel closer to you, especially knowing that you would only show it to him and no one else. It's also an indication that you're feeling comfortable and safe enough with him to reveal this side of you, and it simply delights him that you two are able to grow more intimate both physically and emotionally.

Would be EAGER

ITTO, Childe, Venti

This would come as a wonderful surprise to him. Horny meets horny? That's PERFECT

He'll be a little pouty about it though, like, "Why didn't you reveal this side of yourself sooner?!" Imagine all of the things he would have done with you, and especially TO you already if he had known. He had been holding himself back when it came to getting intimate out of respect for you, not wanting to overstep your comfort-zone or ending up scaring you away.

Anyway, you two would fuck like animals, without any restraint or hesitancy. The moment either of you get turned on, y'all would go straight to fucking. It probably wouldn't matter where you guys are, you two will find a way to satiate your desires ASAP, even if it meant having to do the act in an alleyway or even out in the open (hopefully when there was no one around).

The power dynamic between you both would be quite balanced, I'd say? You two are so desperate for each other and would reciprocate each other’s actions with the same intensity and fervor as the other anyway.

Painfully teases you

Alhaitham, AYATO, Heizou, Kaeya

Oh? His sweet girl actually has a high libido? How interesting~

Well, the truth is- he had a feeling that you had a big sexual appetite as he observed the way you would ever so subtly rub your thighs together whenever he got close to you. Or he might catch you staring a bit too long and hard at him whenever he was shirtless or undressing, seeing you subtly lick your lips, observing the lustful glint in your eye. In fact, he was ecstatic when you revealed the truth yourself. Not only was he right about his speculations, but now he can do something about it.

So! He'll use this to his advantage to make the love-making even more fun.

He won't give you what you want just yet now that he knows how feverishly your desire runs in your veins. He'll torment you by touching and groping your sensitive spots in public first. Maybe he'll leave a hand on your thigh and give it a little squeeze. Maybe he'll slowly slide his hand further up your thigh and begin rubbing circles on the flesh that's oh so close to your heat. Then, maybe he'll begin rubbing those same gentle circles on top of your clothed clit.

And he'll smile as he watches you begin to get flustered and squirm, knowing that he's getting you hot and you can't do much about it. You'd wonder how he'd get away with all of this without anyone noticing, but the thought would immediately be dismissed when he slightly raises the pressure of his thumb and lets his middle finger rub up and down your clothed folds.

By the time you two arrive home, you'd find yourself devouring his lips and rubbing up against his thigh, begging for him to fuck you already. Unfortunately, he decides that he still isn't done with his teasing and won't lay a finger on you yet. He'd rather see you do that to yourself first.

"Aw, can't take it anymore, dear? I know, I know...", he coos, giving you a gentle kiss on your cheek, before smiling and continuing,"Then touch yourself for me... show me how much you need me"

Do as he commands and he'll finally reward you. Dont fret, he'll actually comply this time. The moment he sees how wet your pussy is with arousal even without touching yourself yet, he won't be able to hold himself back either. After watching your lovely little show, he'll then give you the most sweet and passionate fucking that you deserve right away. He'll even let you have your way with him too. Well, only for some time because he wouldn't be able to resist pouncing back onto you after how good you've been for him.

Therefore, after you milk his cock for the final time of the night, he'll hold you close to his chest, rubbing his hand up and down your back, and whisper into your ear,

"That's my good girl~"

a/n: it appears that I got a bit carried away with that last category, hehe. I just know they'd do all that and more, y’know? ;)

© 2023 lyneira. PLEASE DO NOT COPY, PLAGIARIZE, OR REPOST MY WRITING ONTO OTHER PLATFORMS

[dark-night-hero]

Imagine it suddenly came into mind that Morax is the type of being, lover, that would not hesitate to sacrifice you for the sake of the world.

"You know I love you, right?" He spoke softly as if he wasn't looking down at you with an emotionless expression on your face.

"But not enough to choose me over the world?" You chuckle, "I mean, I do know I'm not special, but.." As your voice cracked, you unconsciously reach out and clench the fatal would on the side of your stomach caused by your lover's pole arm. "To have that slapped right in the face.." You smile as small and big cracks spread all over you as blood dripped down your mouth. "Unexpectedly hurts."

Imagine as he stood there across you, as you slowly start to form cracks all over your body. As you slowly start to disintegrate right across him with a bright yet sad smile on your face. You saw the way his amber iris were shaken. How tightly he was holding his pole arm and how blood dripped down all the way from his lips down to his chin as he bit down his lips. All to prevent himself from going after you.

Imagine, during your final moments, you took a step forward towards him. Feeling light as you tried to smile still, but as you do, take a step forward. Everything went back. At the same time, Morax unconsciously took a step forward upon seeing you went towards him, but as soon as you do. You're gone along the wind.

"If I do not kill you, I betray my nation. My nation is very dear to me."

"Dearer than I?"

"Yes love, dearer than you."

Imagine the way he dropped his weapon, hand unconsciously reaching out in the air, trying to grab at least a particle of yours, but it just slipped past his finger like a fine sand.

"Ah." He let out a sound as he took up. The sky looked dark and heavy, as if ready to cry any moment.

"I'm tired." Just like that, one drop of rain fell from the sky into the ground followed by another, and then another.

[ⓒdark-night-hero] 2023°

[seelestia]

◇ A Blessed Imperfection ◇

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LIA’S NOTE: aaaaa, thank you sm for submitting and writing this masterpiece, ☆ starlight anon! i’m so sorry that i wasn’t able to post this asap but now, i’m sobbing as i read this. (/pos) do give this a read if you have the time and show ☆ starlight anon (@/hermosacolibri) some support for their godly writing 💐 this work does not belong to me, all credits go to ☆ starlight anon!

+ tagging @zhongrin — ehe! rin jie, you gotta take a look at this <3

CW: fem!reader, mentions of pregnancy and childbirth (in zhongli’s part), reader has a vision (geo for zhongli and electro for ayato).

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SYNOPSIS: Many consider your disability as a burden, but he finds a way to make it a blessing in disguise. What makes us flawed is what makes us unique, and that is what he considers the most beautiful thing about you—an imperfection he dearly adores. Nevertheless, he knows of your lingering sorrows and thus seeks a way to support you in the best way he could.

CHARACTERS: Zhongli, Kamisato Ayato

NOTE: I have decided to just submit the excerpts for these two and dedicated them to Rin and you respectively lol. I kept getting ideas and suddenly there were more characters to write, which made the entry too long. If you or the others wish to read more, I have an account on Quotev (a writing platform) that compiled all these sorts of literary works. People can also request there. I will provide the link if anyone is interested once I get everything cleaned up :)

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ZHONGLI is a god whom has lived for eons, and has yet to begin his life at the same time. After his six millennia of existence, he has been known by many names and bestowed countless titles. Some are hearsay, and some are legitimate—all are bonded through his contracts. As the Prime Adeptus, he is the warrior god named Morax who subdued the rage of oceans and monsters by rain of spears. To all of Liyue, he is the mighty Rex Lapis whom stood as the overseer of contracts, history, and commerce. By the word of Celestia, he is the Geo Archon whom holds dominion over the Gnosis; and in the eyes of Teyvat, that made him god amongst gods even if he felt otherwise under the divine gaze.

Alas, when he finally stepped down from the lonely throne, his words to the Traveler omitted a particular truth from him—

—that is, his reason of retirement.

Zhongli spoke of erosion, and even the merchant whom made him realize that his job was done.

However, he did not speak of you.

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[d4vynn]

You’ve gone on an expedition for a while, what does he do?

a/n: I always flip-flop with my intros, I hope you guys don’t mind

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[mmmairon]

Morning view 🫣

[ladyrhaerhae]

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[ladyrhaerhae]

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