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[Romantic Yandere] Alhaitham x Tired!Annoyed! Archon Male Reader: Humble Thyself (Part Two)
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AS LAST SEEN IN PART ONE:
Well, unless he tests a certain hypothesis...
One, that if he is correct, he will be seeing you around a lot more often. You have caught his interest, after all.
...
Wise as you are, it takes you a while to catch on to Alhaitham's game, as you would later discover. Lately, the Scribe is constantly finding himself in dangerous encounter after dangerous encounter, and this worries worries you greatly. He is someone chosen to hold a Dendro vision, a decision not taken lightly by you or Nahida, and has an influential role in your beloved Akademiya. He isn't one whose fate can be simply left to himself.
Can it be that his fate is taking a turn for the worse? Is it that Alhaitham is destined to die sooner rather than later?
You muse upon the issue as you come to his rescue every time, donning different disguises every time as you save Alhaitham from quick sand, underground caves and beastly lairs. It seems that he did listen to your initial advice to stay away from the ancient ruins, but in exchange, visits every other dangerous place he can find. Like right now.
You had gotten the feeling that something was wrong a few moments ago, and you had hoped that for once, it wouldn't be the smug Scribe at the center of it.
Of course, you are wrong.
"Oh no. I seem to have found myself trapped and unable to escape," Alhaitham says in a monotone voice, as he hangs from a tree vine directly above a Withering Spot. Fungi and hillichurls, enhanced by the dark energy of the Withering anxiously crowd below him, awaiting his drop. There's about fifteen of them you can count, and you know for a fact that that many opponents would bring a fight that even Alhaitham could not win.
Couple in the fact that Withering Spots also eventually chokes their inhabitants with Abyssal Energy until their life force is depleted, if you haven't arrived, death would be the only possibility for Alhaitham.
People depend on him. To think that he would throw away the life he has for such foolish whims-
"Whatever will I do? If only someone could save me-" Alhaitham continues in a bland voice, peering around, and you sigh to yourself.
This idiot!
Anger, hot and vitriolic, burns throughout you. How dare he? To think he wished to use you, a God, as his plaything?
You will put him in his place. Forget the disguises, the playful chiding. It appears that he needs guidance.
"Alhaitham of Sumeru," you call aloud, revealing yourself in your true form, the one that towers over others, "I, your Archon and charge, am tired of your childish antics."
With a simple slash of your weapon, the Withering Spot is suddenly overshot with green light as you deal critical damage to all of the enemies, killing them all. The spot of Withering instantly clears, life returning to the grass and plant life. The clover 🍀 above Alhaitham's head rapidly changes back to its healthy, vibrant color.
Alhaitham looks at you openly with wonder, mouth agape.
"I knew it," you hear him whisper, and your anger is not quelled.
"Tell me, Alhaitham. While you may have been correct in assuming my identity, let's see if you are as smart in other areas," you say, practically baring your teeth at him.
"What do you know about Sumeru's Spots of Withering?" You ask casually, and Alhaitham looks obviously confused, but you stand there and wait.
"Well, Greater Lord Y/N..." Alhaitham starts, eyeing you cautiously, but when he sees you do not move and make a go on gesture, he jumps down from the vine onto the ground in front of you.
"I know that Spots of Withering appear to be areas that develop at random without order or reason, prone to what seems like a form of corrupted energy that kills surrounding plant life. Enemies that are caught up within areas of the Withering appear to be stronger and even possessed, attacking anyone that approaches with a single-minded focus. The Withering appears to be centered by a small tree that is rooted to several sprouts that can be located either ground level or above. When charged attacks employing the use of nearby dendrograma are applied to these sprouts, it is possible for the Withering of an area to be seemingly undone." Alhaitham finishes, eyeing you wearily.
"And?" Your tone is biting, "Surely, you must know more information if you were so eager to throw yourself there. You must have already known that Spots of Withering drains life from those within its area,and that this isn't limited to flora- humans, too."
"Ah," is all Alhaitham says, face blanching.
"That didn't matter though, in your endeavors to trap a God, did it?" You spit, and the reaction is instant. "To make a fool of me?"
Alhaitham flinches, and it's the first time he ever looks regretful.
"I would never," he breathes, eyeing you intensely.
"Then tell me, Alhaitham; what were your intentions out here?" Alhaitham freezes, eyes going from side to side and you just know that he's looking for the most convincing excuse he can say.
"I..." he starts, looking away and crossing his arms over his chest defensively, "had been exploring the area-" he begins, and you hold up a hand, sick of the facade.
"-And somehow found yourself entrenched in the Withering?" You ask with obvious disdain, and Alhaitham falls silent before breathing in deeply.
"That was intentional, regrettably enough," Alhaitham reveals, closing his eyes. "I never intended to trap or fool you, I only wished to draw you out, to confirm that you were, as I suspected, Greater Lord Y/N.
I respect you, I hold you in such high regard that I had to know that it was you, always finding me, saving me. To know that you care for me as I do you-" He's rambling, although his voice still carries that ever-calm tone. It angers you further, and you cut him off.
"What gives you the right to toy with me, your God?" You demand, and Alhaitham freezes, and to your mild surprise, he falls to his knees and bows forward so that his forehead touches the ground, near your feet.
"Forgive this feeble scholar," Alhaitham murmurs, and you shake your head. His apology is not as sincere as it can be, because you know that he doesn't know the true extent of how wrong he is.
"Your apology is not accepted. Rise," you command, but he doesn't move, instead his back stiffens, and you realize he's shaking.
"Greater Lord Y/N, forgive me for not seeing my own ignorance," Alhaitham insists, voice harder than it was before. This stubborn human-
"You dare to make me ask twice? Alright!" You're fed up, and you make an up gesture with your hands. Vines teeming with Dendro energy sprout from the grass underneath Alhaitham's feet, entwining themselves around his limbs and forcing him into a standing position, arms bound and stretched above his head. An eye-catching sliver of skin and lightly colored hairs is shown under his navel and just above his waistband. He's restrained. All wrapped up like a present-
You avert your eyes. Now is not the time.
"You-" you jab your finger into Alhaitham's chest roughly (not enough to hurt him) but Alhaitham sucks a breath in nonetheless, "chose to enter an area of the Withering, unaware of its danger, and placed your life on the line. In doing so, you absorbed corrupted energy within your system."
You lay a hand over his stomach, which feels warm through the thin cotton of his shirt, and it flexes under your hand.
"Ah!" Alhaitham stares up at you with eyes open wide, and his cheeks begins to color with embarrassment. You, taller than him, lean down to speak some sense to him.
"This energy, through means that won't be comfortable, must be expelled," you continue in a grave voice and Alhaitham shivers.
"A-and what are these means?" Alhaitham asks in a shaky voice, and you fight to hold back your smile.
He must be so scared. Good! That means he'll finally learn his lesson!
"Hold still," you tell him meanly, and then you give him no time to adjust before you're sending pulse after pulse of Dendro inside him, before the corrupted energy can take hold within his yang energy reserves. You may be putting on a tough face but you are trying to be as gentle as possible because you know it's not painless.
Alhaitham gasps and bows against your Dendro restraints, pushing forward into your hands but you don't relent, needing to ensure he will be fine.
The process is long, and Alhaitham squirms under your hand, fidgeting to control his responses, and you can't help but feel a little sympathy for him.
"Greater Lord Y/N, I can't- this is too much," he groans, swallowing before he winces and snaps his mouth shut, clenching that sharp jaw of his.
You sigh, and bring his head to rest on your shoulder with your other hand as you continue to purify him.
"It's almost done. You can take it," you encourage in a firm voice, and Alhaitham shivers against your shoulder, mouth opening in a silent reply and you feel his lips sliding against your skin.
You pay it no mind, focusing on your task, looking at him with elemental sight to see that all traces of black abyssal energy have fully exited from him.
"Oh-" Alhaitham moans into your ear, as you remove your hand from his body and it- it makes you feel something that you wouldn't want to address, so you rudely release him from your bindings and step back.
Alhaitham crashes to the forest floor, breathing hard, sweat dripping down his forehead, but he doesn't lift his head to glare at you, like you had expected. No, he looks more like a chastened child, and that's more like it.
"Thank you," he breathes, and you nod, scratching at the back of your head discreetly.
"It was necessary... Unlike your most recent endeavors," you point out, and Alhaitham ducks his head.
"I apologize again-'
"That's not it. You need to focus more on the reason why you're willing to put yourself as risk to satisfy your curiosities. I fear this isn't the first time you've pulled such a stunt."
"What...do you mean?" Alhaitham asks hesitatingly, and you sigh.
"It appears that even a child carries a better understanding of my words. Oh, Alhaitham," you shake your head, "How clear is it that you need enlightenment."
And with that you step back, preparing to disappear but a hand grabs at the robe you wear, and you flinch, just barely holding back the automatic reflex of attacking the other.
"Wait!" Alhaitham begs, eyes meeting yours, "Will I see you again?"
You frown, displeased that that is his current worry before you remember that you're an Archon so it's your job to deal with stupidity like this.
"I am all around you," you drawl, gesturing to the environment, "It is through my sister and I that Sumeru thrives."
And with that, you nod and disappear from his sight, setting off to go visit the Traveler in his Adeptal realm re: Serinitea Pot. You need to escape from the craziness for a while.
//
Alhaitham goes home in a daze. He doesn't hear a single word Kaveh speaks to him as he brushes past him. His mind is elsewhere.
He's still at that clearing, where you had revealed yourself to him in all of your anger and divinity and it was-
It was a lot.
Exhilarating. Humbling. Momentous.
To behold and witness your true voice, your true form, your true intellect as well. There's not often that Alhaitham feels guilt, shame, or confusion and yet today you made him feel all three.
Those parting words you had left him with. He thinks you're telling him to take better care of himself?
How unnecessary! Alhaitham is a grown adult, with the mental facilities capable of measuring how much risk he places himself in. Today was just a one-off event...
But it does feel nice to know that his Archon, who he's never seen in person before, does care.
About him!
Alhaitham does not lack self confidence. However, he never thought much about his worth because his purpose is to exist.
But to know that he leads a life that has attracted the care and attention of a divine being willing to show up and save him from trouble?
It's quite satisfying.
More than satisfying, really.
Alhaitham looks at the reason he's in the attic and approaches the large tarp covered object. His grandmother had never been a fan of mirrors in the house. She had been gifted one by a grateful neighbor but had always covered it because "you never know who's watching".
Alhaitham lifts off the tarp and folds it before setting it on a nearby desk, examining himself in the mirror, cataloging his features. He looks the same.
No one would be able to tell that he was nearly at Death's Door today.
His cheeks are a little flushed, his eyes a bit reddened, and his bottom lip a little more swollen than usual since he had bit down on it when you had extracted that corrupted essence.
Speaking of that, Alhaitham peeks at the door to the attic to ensure that it's closed so that Kaveh wouldn't come barging in like he typically does.
He peels off his cloak, and then takes off his shirt. And there it is. There on his stomach, is the slightly green indent of a hand- a large hand.
Yours.
Alhaitham traces over the skin, watching in the mirror, and places his own palm over the imprint. The area, still sensitive, sends a bolt of heat through his body.
His wrists still bear slight red marks from your restraints.
Saliva pools in Alhaitham's mouth, as his body begins to react in a way very unexpected.
It's not often that Alhaitham finds himself overcome by sexual desire but it appears today is one of those days.
He takes care of it.
If he does so thinking of you, then that is his burden to bear and no one else's.
It's fine. It's not like he'll see you again.
...
But he really, really wants to.
Is there a way Alhaitham can see you without placing himself in grave danger AND do something to bring the two of you... closer?
The answer eludes him for weeks.
It isn't until he overhears an enthusiastic (and rather shameless) student telling another that his girlfriend had given him a pill made from concentrated Fungi dust, and that it had him 'going all night,' that Alhaitham gets an idea, a rather shameless one, but he thinks it'll be rather effective.
//
Two months pass without incident, and you're walking down a path with Sumpter Beasts when you hear it.
"Help! Somebody, if you can hear me, please help!" A voice calls out- Alhaitham's and you curse to yourself.
This fucker, again?
You groan aloud, but two things stop you.
First. The clover indicating Alhaitham's fate is not turning dark, instead, it's kind of glowing? Which is odd, because that typically means that that person feels as if their fates about to change for the better.
Weird.
Second, Alhaitham's voice is full of genuine distress, nothing like that ploy from that time before.
"Please! Someone help!" Alhaitham calls again, and you can't help it, you're actually worried for the brat. Somehow, he has managed to endear himself to you. An enigmatic stubborn man. His harebrained scheme had worked in the beginning!
You go there speedily, calling upon your weapon in case it's another clearing of monsters.
But that's not the case.
Somehow, Alhaitham has entered a spot that was not the Withering, but one that could spell as much trouble.
He had actually the spot where Fungi mate, and in doing so, releases a bunch of spores into the air that, to your knowledge should act as not only endorphins, but also aphrodisiacs.
Alhaitham flailed about in the heavily pollinated air, before he spots you.
"Greater Lord Y/N!" He races towards you, but you hurriedly move out of the way as you begin to consider your options on what to do.
"Do not touch me!" You hurriedly exclaim, and he nods.
"You're here," he breathes, and it appears the dust has affected his facilities, alright.
A bucket of water may help! A lake's not too far from this spot!
"Alhaitham," you dryly respond, deciding not to mention how he has stripped of his shirt and pants, chest out to the world. Or the fact that his boxers are tented.
"What happened? Why are you out here?" You ask accusingly, and Alhaitham stares at you, eyes pleading.
"Research," he answers, squirming in his one spot.
"What am I going to do with you?" You sigh exasperated, and Alhaitham looks at you and licks his lips.
"Hopefully, everything."
"Alhaitham!-" You exclaim, genuinely caught off guard, before you remember that's the pollen speaking.
You better get to that lake and fast - if there's one thing you've learned about Alhaitham, he often speaks before he acts so you have to get a move on before he does anything... Impulsive.
Besides, you're the Archon here. You have to take control of the situation.
You sigh.
This human is a lot of trouble on your hands.
(You don't really mind it though. He stops life from being too monotonous... If only he would stop endangering himself).
//
In the meantime, Alhaitham is horny but elated. You showed up! Alhaitham will use this opportunity he forced into fruition to his fullest ability!
Even if he has to beg.
Alhaitham is going to find a way for you two to form a bond. People, no Archons, like to take care of weak, pathetic beings, right?
Alhaitham will ensure that you will always take notice of him.
Fin.
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