Al haitham x reader | Logical until he isn't (Kaveh thinks he's a loser)
Synopsis: Just an average piece on how both Al haitham and Kaveh think of each other as losers, and how Al haitham realises that confessing isn't necessarily as simple as an equation (Kaveh told him so. He didn't listen)
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I think Al haitham thinks that Kaveh is the loser with all his poetry and stuff. When Kaveh is telling him to "go out" and "At this rate you'll be a lonely loser forever." He can't help but think that Kaveh is the pathetic one, getting drunk, prattling around like a little fairy with his love letters and such filled with frivolous similes and unnecessary metaphors like they're really some sort of masterful magic that you have to find from deep within your soul.
He'd seen it all before. Back when he had taken an interest in "The History of literature; History of Language; The Development of linguistics; Communications between creatures and their evolution; Poetry through the ages; Humanity's social evolution: the display of love-" He had listed
"Stop, stop, stop!" Kaveh had an incredulous expression that day, "What is wrong with you?! Are you the Akasha itself?!"
Al Haitham just huffed with his arms crossed, "I have read everything I'll ever need to know about 'wooing' a person. And of course I am not so limited in my thinking to understand that theory never always 100% aligns with reality. I do talk to people, Kaveh. And I'd assume me as a living breathing human would at least be able to figure out what makes a person tic."
 Kaveh could only really pull a face in almost offence. He hadn't been directly insulted this time around but the knowledge of Al Haitham living with this (whatever "this" was) highly unromantic view of romance felt like an absolute stabbing.
Al Haitham of course ignores him and carries on with his day as usual. But then eventually whether days, weeks, months later when he finally develops a sort of liking for someone beyond the usual friendly acquaintance, he finds out that every once in a while his mind does go blank like he'd hear some other akademiya students discuss amongst themselves in their own journey's of romance.
His initial plans to go by the books to discreetly show affection usually start as intended, but end with it either completely going through the target's head or turning into an accidental work session (at least he and you are spending time together, though he doesn't miss the face you pull at the sudden work dropped onto you. He's sorry.)
Apparently bringing you fruits isn't enough to notify someone of romantic intention. He had completely ignored Kaveh telling him to gift flowers. He understood the gesture, he wasn't completely devoid of general understanding of these sorts of practises, but fruit and food in general would be much more useful to you in a practical sense.Â
He made sure to let you know of the benefits of what he had decided to give you that day and would always allow a bit of time to stare at your expressions afterward, though unfortunately due to his stern face the initial reaction to this tended to be a sort of unfounded guilt, "Am I in trouble?" You had to ask the first few occasions of this happening, before ultimately accepting that this was just the way he was.
"No, why?" He'd pull a rare smile, something about it being slightly devious, "Are you guilty of something? I may let you off easy if you confess now." It was taunting but in a gentle tone meant to pass off as a joke. You got it as seen by your own chuckle, the sound of it being something he relished, he was extremely fond of everything to do with you and continued to wonder (despite not making it explicit himself) how you hadnât noticed his feelings.
Like he had said to Kaveh he had read everything he needed to know, or was curious enough to learn about, and he had read of great declarations of affections. Giant presentations for the mere request of courting a person.Â
It was such a request that would make one's intentions almost most definitely 100% clear.Â
But instead, he resolved to pass you a bunch of tangerines for that day's worth of fruit.
He processes the point Kaveh was trying to make, that love as an equation can only work so well until your actual feelings of love get in the way.
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I'm afraid I have to insist on this because it may be the only way to get my treatment.
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When there's only one or two of us we play the masterpiece game mode and draw a character with an object from the list of 5 objects newly generated randomly each round.
Check out @sangoqueenkoko's results and other art too!
Hello, hello! Here is my @favonius-library Santa gift to @blueskyofthedawn . I do hope it's of a readable quality as it had been quite a bit since this old scribe has picked up a pen, or in this case, opened a word document (Times have been tough).
Todays characters: Nahida x reader and mentions wanderer
Synopsis: two hobbies Nahida had picked up in her great amounts of spare time, and what she's like with them.
Gingerbread house making and general baking
With her small and dexterous hands, Nahida ranks pretty high in her ability to make Gingerbread houses. I believe when she looks for new activities she reads up on a few tips on them before starting. Not too much, however, as she believes there's a merit to spending time and thought on trial and error. A sort of satisfaction is gained figuring out by yourself how to get your desired result. Though, there isn't much error to the trials with Nahida, as she tends to be the type of person whom will most likely have the solution by the second try.
She's fond of baking as a past time, and thoroughly enjoys the tea breaks, especially with her books, and even more especially when those tea breaks and books are with you.
They say cooking is an art, and baking is a science, which is probably why you seem to find yourself back in what seems like chemistry class when asking her "What did you put in this to make it so tasty?"
It's a joy she keeps close to her heart when she sees you eat what she prepares with delight, and is it's own excitement when she notes down your preferences - whether savoury or sweet - ready for the next little book session in your cozy sweaters, soft and cuddly, sunken into your positions on the couch by the fire.
If there was one area she had to pick in needing assistance, when it comes to this hobby she could become a professional in, it would be the more artistic task of decorating. Don't get me wrong, most of her creations come out looking delectable, presented exactly as they should be presented. However, apart from maybe the usual flower or smiley face on top of a cupcake, she'd often find herself humming in wonder when visualising the designs of grandiose birthday and wedding cakes that she would consider art works first and desserts second - though they weren't necessarily on their list of 'Baking to-dos'.
That's why she'd ask you. She supposed, like with anything else, she could look it up, study and perfect the formula for a consistently beautiful design. However, she liked hearing "What if we try to have the walls go up to the ceiling, and have little windows with people looking out." From you.
She also liked replying with, "Oooo, a multi-story accomodation styled gingerbread house? Or rather an old- fashioned tower of a castle design?"
Every idea, good or (arguably) bad, were ideas she took to heart, and imprinted in her mind for days the two of you lacked creativity.
âHmm, what if we made that little cake bridge, again?â
Crocheting and knitting.
It gets cold out in the winter, and at home too, she supposed you and Wanderer could use something.
Oh, and, she'd maybe look at a corner of her home and think something could fill a certain empty space.
Oh, and, you know what? This would make a perfect gift for that childâs next birthdayâŠ
Knitting and Crocheting was amongst the other hobbies she had picked up when wondering what else to do in her spare time.
She found that, after the settlement she received from the mistreatment of her workplace, she'd have enough money to take a break and fully take time to understand herself some more. In this break, one of the earlier hobbies she picked up ended up being this activity.
As always, she was quick to learn, mistakes that were made rarely happened twice, and the satisfaction she gained holding up her first pair of purple gloves, had her grinning ear to ear.
She was sure the wanderer noticed her joy, as she noticed his - despite his quirked brow and curt thank you (it's been two years and she still remembers him frantically looking around the house when he had thought he'd lost them).
From the general scarf and gloves, she soon would knit sweaters and leg warmers in what she believed was the middle ground of what would suit you and your preferences of fashion.
When starting a new hobby, there's always a plan in mind to have you and Wanderer partake in it at some point in some way.
Which is why it's truly no surprise when you find the three of you on the floor in the process of making cute plushies of your favourite animals.
It's okay if it's not your particular thing by the end of it. She's truly just thankful that you decided to sit with her anyway.
And if the animal doesn't exactly come out as you had imagined, that's fine! She'll make it for you if you want (Only if you want, as she'd never want to undermine your efforts) and even make little accessories for it.
âOh, that looks adorable.â Clasping her hands together she smiles to the both of you, âGreat job!â
âI already have experience in the area, anyway.â The wanderer passes over the compliment, putting his little cat next to Nahidaâs frog, âBut, thanks.â he continues before looking towards yours.
It was a little wonky at the base, however, it was noticeable how you had gotten a grasp at the process when looking at the rest of the body, as well as the cute little smiley face.
âThanks, Nahida. Yours looks amazing.â Pulling your fingers back in a stretch you sighed, âIt doesn't even look like your hands are tired? My fingers are aching.â
âHehe, well it comes with practice. It's been great exercise for my joints.â She replied, further showing the point when grasping her hand into a fist a few times. âIt wasn't originally what I started for, but it's not all that surprising of an outcome.â
Following the Wandererâs lead, you placed your little plush beside the frog, unable to contain your smile.
âLook at that, they look like the best of friends.â Nahida said, âWe couldn't possibly separate them.â She made an expression of thought, though you felt it was more of an act for an already made decision, âHow about you take the frog home with you, that way they won't be lonely.â She then turned to kunikuzushi, âAnd your cat can have one of my already made cat plushies too.â
âNo, it's fine, I had made it with the intention of handing it to you, however, it's just like you said,â he then stood up from the floor, swiftly dropping the cat into your lap, straight faced, âWe wouldn't want the little ones to be lonelyâ Before even finishing the sentence, he was already headed out, âI'm going to make dinner now, both of you should tidy up and set the table.â
The two of you that as your signal to get started âI look forward to it!â Nahida called back grinning. âSoâŠwhat animal shall we make next time?â
hey friend :-) take a moment to recollect yourself. itâs burdening always thinking that you have to suck it up, right? it will be better in time. hereâs a hug for you, just like i promised, and iâll make it extra tight. wrap your arms around a loved one and remind yourself that itâs okay to not want to shoulder the burden youâre carrying alone. you are not lazy, not lame, not hurtful, not disappointing, not disgraceful, not shameful, not weak for wanting to depend on others as well. i believe in you.Â
pick one you need
Not good with sentimental stuff. But thank you. I appreciate it.
Shima and his realisation that his feelings are his own and that now he has to face them once again instead of taking Mitsumi for her word, because whaddaya know, quoting her best friend and literal relationship GOAT: Fumi, "Mitsumi-chan isn't much good at anything besides studying, is she?"
~~Slight spoilers - the panels in which she says this~~
Part 1: Cyno and Albedo
Part 2: Dehya and Fischl (out soon)
Part 3: Razor and Yanfei (out soon)
Prompt:
"Eggo, what instruments do you play?"
"piano, cello, guitar, electric bass, double bass and ukulele"
Synopsis:
Of all the instruments you play, what's their favourite?
Content warning:
No pronouns mentioned. Second Person. Can be interpreted as platonic or romantic
Genre: Fluff
Word count:
Cyno x reader - 1009
Albedo x reader - 969
@favonius-library my submission for the gift exchange for @egnengg
Cyno - Guitar
Leading on from the previous windblume festival and his quite strange but fun insistence to committing to his role as an adventurer, he thought it was perfect that you knew how to play instruments, even if you didn't get round to performing often, you had immediately acquired the role of "Travelling bard, tenacious and tactful with every touch made when playing their instruments." quite literally his words.
In any case, a guitar was just the most practical of the instruments you played. Carrying a double bass and piano around certainly wasn't efficient, and asking for someone to carry them or for a carriage to travel across the nation would be expensive. "That and we're supposed to be experienced and seasoned travellers,â he'd say, but really what's a TCG match without you playing some good background music as he once again takes Tighnari and Collei down. (You still didnât know what being seasoned travellers had to do with you carrying what instrument. You assumed, maybe he was trying to say travellers donât carry more than they can handle, and are efficient in terms of travel weight).
While the ukulele had the same benefits, and was technically easier to transport, he just much preferred the heavier sound and diverse range of a guitar. It would fit his range in voice when singing, and honestly it sounds a whole lot more dramatic when monologuing at the beginning or near the end of a match.Â
âYou really thought such a move would work on someone as well versed as me?â, âI commend your efforts, you fought valiantly, but alas fell an inch too short.â and âAnd now begins yet another fateful match, another block in the road I have yet to carve a path through. I will emerge victorious.â andâŠ
Well, you get the point.
Tighnari is almost resentful with the way youâve been enabling him, groaning in displeasure whenever Cyno was or wasnât playing. He seemed to always have something to say when near a TCG match. Youâd think every once in a while heâd pull a book worthy quote, then heâd pop a joke right after and youâd instinctively stop playing to wallow in your disappointment. âI thought it was funny.âÂ
And some were!Â
âJust not this oneâ youâd reply. Putting your guitar to the side for a bit, to relieve yourself from the ache of that dayâs session.Â
When your hands would ache on the journey of your collective vacation, heâd often stretch out your hands, while massaging ointment onto them. You didnât necessarily need the help, but it sure did feel nice, and getting free supplements for your skin at the request of Cyno to Tighnari surely could be counted as another win. Especially when heâd be the one insisting you play, âIf our tactful and tenacious bard could play some battle music for the oncoming duel, we would be most grateful.â, âY/n, how are your hands feeling, up for some practice with your guitar?â, âI really like that last song, could you play it again?â, âI found this music sheet being sold by a merchant, it looked like itâd sound good so I bought it. How about you give it a go.âÂ
He was your biggest supporter, along with Collei and Tighnari, almost too big of a supporter  (though in your heart you donât think itâd ever be possible). It was endearing, and you were happy to have someone anticipate your next little performance, no matter whether you played perfectly or made a few to many mistakes.
When asked of any hobbies outside of Genius invocation TCG, heâd smile fondly and answer playing guitar with his family. Collei had one day gone to Cyno talking about wanting to learn the guitar after watching you play for so long, she thought itâd be fun, she didnât know if sheâd be interested in the instrument in the long run for herself but figured it would be a fun way to bond and also help with the rehabilitation of her fingers.Â
He nodded, humming thoughtfully too, he had often wished for the opportunity to play with you, the thought of spending more time with you never ceasing to warm his heart. So plucking up the courage to ask you to teach them, the two bashfully yet filled with a steadfast determination, approached you with their newly bought guitarâs.Â
 âWhy not?â, you thought, âYou already have your guitars, and this would be good for Collei⊠Letâs make a schedule.â and therefore began what would be a weekly session with Collei and, if lucky, bi-monthly Cyno would join due to his work schedule, (with Tighnari popping in to watch with some snacks).Â
Off duty, the way Cyno would express himself would sharply contrast with the deadly aura heâd exude when interrogating wrongdoers. His neutral expressions on and off duty, while similar, would often have his co-workers tilt their heads trying to play âspot the differenceâ. His eyebrows would ever so slightly relax their barely seen creases now completely unseen, the slight downturn in his lips instead changing into a slight upturn.Â
Many couldnât put their finger on what exactly on his face had changed, but then again the fear that they had done something unknowingly wrong for the general Mahamatra to even be in their presence often clouded any sort of thought process they had going on.Â
âWhat brings you here today, General?âÂ
âBe at ease, Iâm just here to report on my latest mission. The perpetrators have been turned in, and so Iâll be taking my time off for the next two days.â
âAh, so thatâs why youâre in a good mood.â The Professor unknowingly let out a sigh with his chuckle, thatâs why he seemed a bit different.
âYes, I wasnât expecting it to be so obvious, but really itâs to be expected.â Unable to hold back his smile at the thought of the next guitar session with you and Collei he nodded, âI was very particular in finishing this job quickly, as Iâll be going to visit my family.â
Albedo - Ukulele
 One of Albedoâs most recent wonders in his life is how you make his synthetic heart beat with joy when around. Itâs always a joy to spend time with you, even when heâs busy with his experiments and hardly sees anyone all day. Those little passing-bys he manages to squeeze in when in Mondstadt for work has him counting himself fortunate.Â
Especially when he knocks on your door to be greeted by the sound of small excited footsteps and a joyful, âY/n! Y/n! Big brother is finally here!â
Whenever he hears that, heâs only reminded of Kleeâs answer when he had asked how she could always tell it was him at the door. âWow, Klee, you were right.â You smiled standing behind her as she leapt onto her brotherâs leg in a tight hug, âHe does knock to that rhythm. You really do have a good memory, huh?â You praised the little girl as she nodded an even bigger smile on her face.
âI know my brother the best.â Letting go of said brother she puffed out her chest, arms by her side to further showcase the pride she held. It was endearing, and she almost seemed to glow in the afternoon sun that peered through the doorway.
âIâm grateful to have such a caring sister like you, Klee,â Albedo said, patting her head, before finally entering your house, âSo, what have you been up to today? Drawing? Learning some new music?âÂ
Barely finishing his sentence, Klee grabbed his hand and dragged him through the building, with a âFollow me!â, taking him to your music room where pillows, crayons, drawings and instruments lay on the ground. âLook, look..! This is meâŠ.and this is Y/n and,â The âandâ was elongated, âweâre playing in front of a crowd, andâ again the âandâ elongated, âWe're singing a song-â She dropped her picture and picked up a ukulele, one of two, Albedoâs eyes followed her, a soft smile instinctively making way, as he took two of the stray pillows on the floor, handing one to you and sitting down next to you who soon followed suit. âWeâre singing this.âÂ
Klee took a breath, a little cough rumbled to clear her little chest, as she sat down (more like suddenly dropping her body weight without caution) and wiggled a bit more to adjust herself. One more exhale escaped from her with closed eyes before she slowly opened them with a smile again.Â
Clumsy, but clearly well practised, fingers played a C chord, her first âdown down up up down upâ strums, a little slower than the original tempo, but in the beat (which she was proud of) it was supposed to be in, â...You are my sunshine-â An uncontrollably bright smile appeared on your lips, as you swayed and nodded along to her, even with the little pauses between the change of chords. âYou make me happy, when skies are greyâŠâÂ
Albedo glances between the two of you, seemingly pausing, despite there not originally being any movement. He feels warm, and overcome with an overwhelming fondness to the situation, a stark contrast to the type of intrigue he feels when researching new alchemic breakthroughs. Truly a different type of revitalisation, he thinks when watching Klee fumble but finish the performance nonetheless, glowing at the applause, hi-fiving and running back to the image she was previously explaining.Â
It was a bit longer than a pass-by greeting (He would have to apologise to Timaeus for the late report), the three of you ultimately eating lunch together talking about anything and everything. All taking turns listening intently to the topics of interest each person had. It was more than just a normal pleasant afternoon stroll, there was an emotional connection strengthening with each visit, an invisible link formed with every activity spent together and a bit of time invested into learning more about the other person, with making an effort to get along with those they also loved.Â
âSo, Klee, what song will you be learning next?â Albedo asked. His body shifted ever so slightly, inclined towards her.
âI want to learn piano next. Twinkle twinkle little star.â She replied, mouth still full of food, âCan we, y/n?âÂ
âOh, really? But you looked particularly good at the ukulele, are you already done with it?â He frankly was a tad bit disappointed, he thought she looked especially cute when playing it, and thought heâd be able to see future performances with it.Â
âDonât worry. You can see Klee play ukulele more another time.â The young girl responded, âI just really really want to play the piano this time. It looks soooooo cool!âÂ
âYou really do know me well, Kleeâ Albedo once again smiled.
There seemed to be no shortage of those that day. There also seemed to be no shortage of those same smiles the next time he dropped by for Kleeâs next performance, which was as cute as the last. He supposed that it wouldnât matter what she played, she'd still look adorable. However, he knew he still held a bit of bias to how her voice sounded when singing along to you or her playing the ukulele. Maybe it was because that was the instrument he had seen her playing first. The one he first witnessed you teach her, and the instrument out of size and cost convenience she bought to learn along with you, kicking off this new implicitly agreed on rendezvous.
Yes, he was quite fond of watching you play your other instruments. But the ukulele held a slightly different emotional weight to it, he figured it was also these little bits of bias held within the heart of a person that made them human. On days like these, any doubt of him being anything but, would fade away.
