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yostresswritinggirl · 2 years

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That Loud House

pairings -> Alhaitham x Reader x Kaveh; poly

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An architect, a scribe, and a prodigal drop out walked out of a house. Somehow they all fell in love, even tho they don't look like it when they're outside. (next)

As a local citizen in Sumeru City, you must have heard about that loud house in the higher levels.

Infamous for reasons already in the name, it had become a running gag, transcending the foundation of the structure to its well-known owners.

The loudness of that house wasn't anything new, but the occupants and its most recent addition made the legendary house ever so entertaining than annoying. Their names known far and wide, even touching the desert with gossip.

Out comes Alhaitham, the grand Scribe of the Akademiya holding himself to such high regard as both the lunatic and the savior of all of Sumeru.

Next leaves Kaveh with a bit more pep in his steps, so uncharacteristic of the Master Architect when he's frequently whining about his living conditions and roommate.

And last but never ever least exits you, gently closing and locking the door behind you unlike the first two to leave, rubbing at your eyes as you stumbled through the streets of the city with nothing but muscle memory guiding you.

No one knows how the relationship of that loud house came to be, only that one day, suddenly three people lived there. And those three people loved each other, expressed in some way that none of the Vahumana scholars can ever explain.

How you three came to be is a very... peculiar arrangement that people could only know if they asked. But out of your trio, only Kaveh is the approachable one, and even he didn't know the full story.

The true story of your relationship is privy to only you and Alhaitham, but the man would never entertain gossipers (for the sole reason of wanting them to overthink and hypothesize). And the two had made it very clear that they don't want you to be bothered by such trivial matters.

Foundation

No one would ever believe that Alhaitham started this complicated relationship, but he did. And no one but him and his clever brain would know how long he had planned for this.

"I see you're spacing out again," you pause in your walk as you silently watch the silver-haired Scribe make his way over. "Good morning."

"Good morning, Alhaitham." The scholar easily falls into step with you as you continued your leisurely walk, consciously adjusting your hair when you realized how well-kept next to your sleep-deprived self. "I'm fine, how about you?"

You've known the man even before he became a Scribe, even before he graduated and became your senior. How your closeness came to be is already a blur in your mind, but if there's one thing you're certain of, he at least enjoys your company.

You've bonded over collaborations for research before and after he graduated. Perhaps that's what draws him to you, he always liked and supported your ideas as much as he can even when no one does. Sadly, his work and your problems kept your interactions scarce.

"Wrong, it is actually already afternoon. Clearly, you are not fine and you can't deny it now." Oh my - you gently, slowly put your palm to your face, already so done with his antics for today.

It looks like you have a lot to catch up on since the last you talked. And Alhaitham, ever so smart, caught on with the impending long talk who proceeded to guide you to the tables outside Djafar Tavern.

When Eymen came over to take your orders, Alhaitham instead ordered for the two of you when you were about to refuse the service. Right, he's a rich guy now.

"How's your research been?" And at the sight of your sour face, he connected the dots almost immediately. "Same old?"

"Same old Akademiya. They won't fund anything that's not useful or groundbreaking, and I really liked this topic, too." And at his urging nods, you went on a tangent of the curiosities you've been hooked on for a while now, another idea he approves. "I don't understand why they are so heavily guarded with research regarding the history of the desert. I just want to learn more."

"Then leave the Akademiya." Stabbing into the Tandoori Roast Chicken a little too harshly, you looked at him with wide, incredulous eyes. "What? If the Akademiya is restricting you then you can continue your research without their laws applying to you."

Lunatic. That's just like him. Looking at you innocently with a raised brow as if he didn't just say something so out of pocket.

"You know I can't do that."

"Why not?" Bingo! That hesitant side glance confirmed his hypothesis easily, there's more than just the Akademiya that's putting circles under your eyes. Even as you occupied yourself with chewing the chicken, he kept his eyes on you like a hawk.

You sighed. "Research is my only income, unlike you, Scribe." He must be paid really well for his position, after all. "Rent in the City is also rising, I have to pay that next week, too. I'm so tired."

What is up with the people his close to and financial problems? He shakes his head. "Then drop out of the Akademiya and live with me." Unfortunately, this time he didn't care that you had chicken in your mouth. He continued while you're busy coughing your lungs out. "With my income, I'm more than glad to support your research. With this arrangement, you can focus on what you want and your health as we-"

HUH?! "Shu - fu - shut, shut up for a second." Eymen quickly came to your aid with a glass of water after seeing the commotion, but as he was about to pat your back, a stern look from your friend(?) made him think twice. "Do you even know what you're saying?"

"Yes. It's quite simple really," Alhaitham sat up straighter on his seat and uncrossed his arms. "I'll be your research support, I can even help you on them if need be, and living under my roof will remove you of financial burden.

"Deal." Eymen let out a loud 'huh?!' as he looks at you like you have a fungus head. "And I assume that you want something out of this, too?"

Nodding approvingly of your perceptive thinking, his next words both had you and Eymen reeling. "In exchange, date me and Kaveh."

... On second thought, it's not just you and Alhaitham that knows the true story.

But no one ever believes Eymen the bartender.

Surveying

Apparently, they were not in a relationship. Apparently, Kaveh doesn't even know about the terms and conditions of what transpired that day.

"Oh! Fancy meeting you here!" With the context, you awkwardly reciprocated the hug the architect greeted you with.

"You two know each other?" Alhaitham emerged from the guest room were your bags and items will be making home until this arrangement is over.

Kaveh, your Kshahrewar senior raised to the power of 2 was someone you had also collaborated with beforehand. Learning about the different periods Sumeru went through, as well as the civilizations of the other regions, the architect thought it was common sense to ask you for building inspirations.

The architecture was a part of your studies, right? Perhaps by seeing the different buildings all over Teyvat, he could infer his own design for his plates. You remember working on it for two days straight because you didn't want to disappoint him with a half-baked result, not when such a household name depended on you, a no name researcher.

"Well, that makes things easier then. They are staying with us from now on."

"They are?" The blond turns to you. "You are?!" You nod. "Oh, an angel descends from the skies to preserve my sanity in this house!"

You shake the hand offered to you, his smile brightening up more. "Let's get along, shall we?"

And get along you did. To be fair, it wasn't really that hard knowing Kaveh is Kaveh, and Alhaitham as his point of reference makes everyone look like saints.

However, being in the middle of these two also guarantees you to always be in the middle of their notorious arguing, even after you all settled into a genuine relationship.

"It's called a passion project, what is so hard to understand about that? Then again, knowing you, it wouldn't be too far fetched." Closing your eyes, the taste of the freshly cooked baklava became more apparent to your taste buds.

"It's not about whether this project is so important to you, it's the fact that it is missing a crucial factor: feasibility." Pulling the mug in your left hand, you washed down the sweetness of the pastry with slightly bitter coffee.

"What do you know about architecture to tell if it's feasible or not? You took one look at my plates and think you know better." Gulping your food, you let out a silent yawn as you tried to blink the sleepiness away.

"One look at it and I can see that you've put zero thought to the prices of the materials." What time is it? Maybe you can get some last minute nap before heading out.

"Why you -" Before you can register their morning argument subsiding, the feeling of hands on yours and your cheek jolted you awake.

"Why are you dozing off? Did you not sleep enough tonight?" As Alhaitham takes away the mug in your hand, Kaveh proceeds to wipe the pastry crumbs around your lips. Shaking your head, your blond lover moves to stand behind your chair.

"You told us you have an important errand today, you're gonna be late!" Then he starts to brush your hair back to style it as usual. Prying an eye open, you see a glimpse of Alhaitham cleaning up the table, as well as a hint of a subtle smile when his gaze caught sight of you and Kaveh.

Of course, if there's one thing that Kaveh and Alhaitham can agree on, it's their love for you. And that's honestly enough for them.

Structuring

Alhaitham viewed you as his responsibility in this symbiotic relationship, and when the time came that Kaveh settled into the arrangement, taking care of you became easier.

While it's not apparent, the Scribe hated seeing you stressed or down especially when you're susceptible to it than normal.

Things such as bills, needs, funding, rejected thesis can greatly affect your mental health greatly. And that in turn messes with the functionality of your brain, the same brain that he greatly adores. So with lesser jargon Alhaitham entrusted this information to Kaveh so that they both can look out for you when the other isn't there.

Unlike Alhaitham however, Kaveh's less used to your antics.

A shrill scream that can definitely be heard past the walls of the house made him jump and trip out of his bed, stumbling out of his room as he made a mad dash towards the room where the scream came from.

"(Y/N)?! What's wrong?!" Oh gosh, did you get hurt? Did someone break in?! Alhaitham is going to kill him for real this time!

Turning around from your spot in the middle of the living room, you pulled your hands out of your messy hair at the sight of your blond architect. "Kaveh? Oh shoot, I'm sorry did I wake you?" You thought you were alone in the house.

Shaking his head, his hands land on your shoulders to look for any signs of injuries. But no, based on the messiness of your hair, it seems more like an internal turmoil. "I heard your scream, tell me what's wrong, dear."

"Sorry, sorry, I was just really frustrated -" He needs to get you to clear your mind then, like what Alhaitham instructed- "Because of this stupid DIY miniature set."

"What?" Looking past you to the coffee table, there was the evidence of your frustrations. Cloth and wooden panels strewn about, and a mess of papers either discarded or needed littered the carpeted floor. "Why are you working on a DIY miniature house? Is that a house?"

"To destress." You raise your hands up in defense when Kaveh sent you a deadpan. "I think it's a Mondstadt style house."

"Why didn't you ask me to help then?" Forgetting his initial plan, he went on to seat on the floor and caught sight of the instructions page. Occupied with the interesting structure, you curiously sat next to him as he looked at the pieces. "I'm an architect, this is my forte!"

But... you're the one that's... trying to destress?

When Alhaitham came home, the house was suspiciously quiet despite having the lights open. Did one of you leave the main floor lights on by accident? Hanging his cape by the door, walking further into his shared home finally gave him the answer.

Cut up paper and trimmed fake plants scattered the area together with various small tools that he carefully picked up before anyone could step on it. There is a small model of what seems to be Mondstadt structure in the middle of the mess that could easily fit in his palm.

"This is what you two did the whole time?" But he expected the lack of response.

After all, as he turns towards the couch, there Kaveh laid stretched over the entire length of the long seat with his arm shielding his closed eyes. And there you lay on top, basically faceplanting the architect's chest.

Alhaitham could see the dried up clear glue on the tips of your fingertips.

His attention averts back to the miniature house. And that's when he sees it. Leaning down, the Scribe plucks up a copper wire with tiny bulbs jutting out here and there, with a switch at one end.

Oh. You two must have forgotten to add the wiring before assembling the piece and slept the frustration away.

Chuckling to himself, the man crossed his legs as he sat, picking up the discarded tweezer and glue. What would you two do without him really?

You were startled out of your shopping trip at the sound of someone screaming your name, followed by a person you've never met writing over to you. A mahamata personnel?

"We're sorry to bother you but Mr. Alhaitham and Kaveh -" Of course, it's about them.

It was a fallacy that everyone keeps committing at this point, believed in assumptions without evidence, but you followed the man to the destination to Treasures Street.

And when you stood in between the two quarreling scoundrels you call your lovers, the man who was hoping you'd stop the disturbance on peace looked confused. Of course he was.

After all, the arguments are part of the charm. Just because you came into the picture doesn't mean they'll stop in your presence, no, that's not your function in this relationship. However -

"I made progress."

"You did?! Thank goodness, I was worried you'll have to wait another day for dusk!" Kaveh flipped like a switch at the good news, eagerly suggesting to eat out for the occassion.

"Did you write it down? I wish to compare notes with my own hypothesis back home once we're done. When's the last time you hydrated?"

The public watched in confusion as the trio of lovers left the scene towards Lambad's Tavern, the argument turning into a conversation of jargons and lexicon that they can't follow.

It's always so eventful seeing the occupants of that loud house when they're together.

They just wish things were a little quieter.

Finally, the lesser organized poly series counterpart of CtM is here. Should have stuck to the headcanons format honestly but at least I know this isn't gonna be a one off thing lol

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throwaway-yandere · 2 years

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Vision Qualifications (Yandere!Alhaitham/Reader)

A/n: Another light yan!fic. I think. Slight rom-com vibes on this one(?) Here's a short Alhaitham fic! Can't wait for more archon quests!! (This is the first time in a long time I'm testing the schedule feature tumblr pls work–)

gn!reader

Cw: yandere. some details are based on both questionable & reliable tagged leaks from the r/genshin_impact_leaks subreddit (hxg_diluc, BLANK, etc.) and a bulletin board dialogue. (It shouldn't spoil anything quest related, just character relationships). For the sake of the plot (lol), the archons have an influence when it comes to giving people visions (even if it's just a small and nearly insignificant influence.)

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You hate Alhaitham.

The grand scribe is on your case at all times since you willingly dropped out of the Akademiya. Every time you and Alhaitham share a room, he will always make the conversation about him and the collaborations you two could achieve as a unit. He saw you as a wasted potential– you saw him as a walking migraine. You hate how he's involved– no, more accurately– you hate how he's the REASON you gained a vision.

On one uneventful evening at a coffee shop, you and Alhaitham were both chatting about the mundane. It was around the time you thought more highly of him compared to public opinion. While others saw him as a lunatic, you thought of him as a misunderstood genius. You advocate for researcher autonomy as much as he does, so it's to no one's surprise that you two were close at one point

That connection, however, was shattered when he managed to steer the subject to talk about gaining visions and what you would, potentially, receive. He believed your vision would be dendro, similar to his, while you insisted that most Geo vision users' philosophies resonated more closely with your values.

He had no idea that obtaining a geo vision was your longtime ambition. And perhaps you had unknowingly disparaged dendro users when you were making your point, because good riddance, it became a heated argument. It turned personal somewhere along the lines until you ended up blabbering irrational insults while he crossed his arms and periodically quipped a remark or two. He doesn't yell or press when proving his point, but his limited replies were more than scathing.

Alhaitham made it sound like he would grant you a dendro vision. He talked as if receiving a dendro vision is a SUPERIOR blessing compared to geo.

You just can't stand that.

Neither of you agreed to disagree, therefore you didn't make contact for an excruciating week. Surprisingly, it was Kaveh who intervened. Whatever pent-up frustration the architect had must've been used as a motivator for him to lock you and his housemate inside your bedroom. Lucky for you, you had prepared a presentation that would demolish Alhaitham's rebuttals.

You miss one hundred percent of the shots you don't take, and you were proud to say that you did not let this one slide.

You had a presentation titled "WHY (Y/N) (L/N) WOULD BENEFIT RECEIVING A GEO VISION MORE THAN A DENDRO VISION". Admittedly, it's not the most thought-out name out there, but you managed to force him to sit through all the slides for at least half an hour. You did not back down one step and passionately explained your theory. It was one of the rare scenes where Alhaitham did not speak a word in the middle of a presentation. Instead, he admired the way you carried yourself with professional confidence inside such a dainty and cluttered room.

That was the moment Alhaitham became extraordinarily determined to see you develop your talents.

By the time you were finished, you were out of breath. And Alhaitham happily clapped for your skill and effort. Well, that was what you thought he was clapping for in a brief second.

And not the new dendro vision on top of your desk.

"Congratulations, Mx. (L/n), for Celestia have granted you a dendro vision."

His voice grated your ears, and his words stung even more. Alhaitham might as well say "Congratulations, you've played yourself." and the bluntness would've hurt less.

Why did Celestia grant you a vision when you were spouting nonsense about something so incorrect? Was it to prove a point? Isn't the land of Sumeru supposed to be about wisdom and not utter bullshit? Did the puppeteers above think it'd be hilarious?

Well, you didn't. You didn't think it was funny at all.

The first two months were agonizingly nihilistic, and to say you "only" contemplated your life's purpose would be an understatement of your obsessive thoughts. It didn't help that Alhaitham was trying to redirect your attention to other academic courses that suited the "gift" you received. He urges you to pursue a post in the Haravatat yet failed to recognize that such musings are not appropriate for someone whose aspirations had recently been crushed.

Unlike Tighnari, who wished for a dendro vision as a child for trivial reasons like reaching high-hanging fruit, you abandoned previous ambitions as a teenager and aspired to be a civil engineer—and geo constructs would be a better fit for creating roads.

A geo vision would help you create foundations of land.

A geo vision would help you finally cover up the large mountain hole your childhood friend fell and died on.

And so, you quit the Akademiya.

Figuratively, you're one foot on Teyvat and one foot on the gates of the Abyss at this rate. But in reality, you find yourself pacing your footsteps faster to avoid the conversation that will inevitably follow in your visit to the public library.

"Good evening, (Y/n)."

You ignored him.

"I see you're carrying quite a handful. Do you want my assistance?"

No reply.

The only indicator that Alhaitham is behind you is his voice. You rarely catch on that people are talking about him when they only describe his appearance, and it's worrying how you remember him via hatred and his voice alone. Out of spite, you might even forget how he looks in under a week if he didn't show up every day.

He believes that speculation is correct, thus he applies himself continually in your private affairs. Alhaitham takes solace in the fact that people like listening to him speak (and not much the meaning of what he says.) So, he secretly hopes that you like the sound of his voice as well.

No one sat at your favorite table today. You stacked the books on top of one another. One of the researchers flinched at your movements, clearly reading your anger while Alhaitham's head naively hovers above your shoulder. You shuddered as his breath softly brushed against your ear.

He's been pushing your buttons ever since your mother invited him for dinner.

"Principles Of Igneous and Metamorphic Petrology, again? How long will you ignore your dendro vision? You should move on by now."

He made a habit of poking into the hornet's nest, and it is quite a notoriously bad habit. The basically-library-resident researchers braced themselves for the cold banter that will soon follow.

If Kaveh's incredibly verbose dislike for Alhaitham is considered normal, then you are a man of few words.

"For a grand scribe, you seem to be awfully free. Perhaps it is a sign that you are a mere decoration for Khajeh and the rest of the Haravatat. Best you keep that in mind." You spat.

He hummed. You've never heard the strictly rational man laugh, so you considered his little hums as his way of letting you know he's mildly entertained by your retorts.

"It's not that I'm free; I just allotted some time for you. If you're suggesting that I should do my work, I'm afraid there's no can do. I know you value your personal space above all else, but my motivations do not align with yours. A major shame."

You know that. He treats you better than most people and acknowledging that fact irks you. You know that Alhaitham works harder than most, but Natlan would freeze before you would become his apprentice. Why can't he just take a hint that you're so close to punching him?

"May I suggest that you do something more productive?"

Not that you have any say on what is "productive." Even Tighnari thinks you're wasting your talents when you could be employed at the Akademiya, and that man lives in the rainforest to avoid the sages.

Alhaitham pulled out a chair and sat beside you.

"Building rapport is a productive activity."

"And are you making progress?" You asked nonchalantly as if it didn't concern you. He tilted his head. You can't focus on your work with him sitting beside you, and hopefully, if you picked your words right he'd go away.

"Yes." He said. "You can recognize me by my voice without problems now. I'm certain that alone is one step towards my goal."

Does he think he's actually making progress??? Well, isn't he dense. No wonder Kaveh hates his guts. And besides, his progress isn't noteworthy. If your family didn't like him and dragged him almost everywhere, you'll simply discard his voice as another background noise. Remembering what he sounds like is born out of a bare minimum effort to prevent your mother from scolding you. You'd rather skip her vain lecture about his appearance and status— you can't even picture him without wanting to stab something.

You sighed.

You should've listened to Kaveh's warnings. Alhaitham, is indeed, a stubborn and unreasonable person.

What even is his goal anyways? Study ancient runes under his mentorship? You'd rather turn to dust yourself than get stuck in a cave filled with those sentient and violent machinations.

You took a deep breath.

For the sake of the crunch-time researchers around you, you decided to be more complacent, just for today.

"Alhaitham."

You both shared a steely gaze.

You nearly forgot that he has blue-orange eyes.

"Yes?"

"If you're just going to stand there, would you mind doing me a favor?" Instead of being a hindrance, is what you wanted to add, but he's more influential than a university dropout like you. It's not the right setting to say such things, knowing that Akademiya stuck-ups– scholars are nearby.

He smiled.

Alhaitham's stern face looks almost kind when he smiles.

You'll remember that. But you're still hoping you'll forget the look on his face once the sun sets. His smile is probably his best asset. You bet all your mora that he used that to win your mother over.

"Of course, anything."

You missed the way his stare softened when he said "anything", and you especially didn't notice the low rumble of his voice. Your hands were too busy fishing out a wallet from your pockets instead of realizing the devoted risks the scribe might pose later on.

"Would you mind buying two masala dosas with coconut chutney? Doesn't matter where you buy it. Get it in Port Ormos or Snezhnaya for all I care."

He nodded.

You counted your coins. Quite frankly, you don't know why you asked for food, but he seemed eager to help. Even though he's probably aware that your intention was just to send him away.

"Thanks, much appreciated. Here's the mor– Alhaitham?"

He's gone.

You cursed under your breath. Did he decide not to do it after all or did he go to a shop without mora? Either way, both answers are annoying.

At least he's gone, for now.

You flipped your book open.

Time to relearn the basics of petrology.

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This wasn't the first time General Mahamatra entered the public library, and knowing that you love to frequent the location, he knew it wouldn't be the last.

Unlike your peers, Cyno doesn't think that you're acting petty towards Alhaitham. Especially when he saw you making a conscious effort not to stare at Alhaitham's face. He had never seen such a stubborn person look visibly uncomfortable. As cool as it would be to say he knows something is wrong because of his intuition, that's not what prompted Cyno to feel this way. He trusted you most because you submitted a well-written and detailed report about the grand scribe's behavior last night.

Most would believe that you needn't go that far had they known what you did. However, based on what Cyno observes, Alhaitham is far from harmless. He almost felt sorry for him. Almost. But after some investigation, he began to understand why you are acting aggressively towards him.

Admittedly, he might be biased. Alhaitham's relationship with Cyno isn't cordial and the general doubted that it would improve after this visit.

It normally does not end well if an Akademiya researcher is being tailed by the General Mahamatra, much more if the target is of a higher position. With him, disciplinary actions are cutthroat and soul-crushing. Fortunately for the grand scribe, he will only receive a warning.

The general stood by the door.

"Alhaitham."

Cyno blocked Alhaitham's way. He would've pretended not to hear him and leave had the general not done so. Alhaitham gave him a blank yet annoyed look.

"General Mahamatra." He groaned, albeit in a muffled manner.

Despite his irritated tone, Alhaitham was looking forward to this occasion. He was eager to meet Cyno, and addressing him by title served a purpose. It's to remind Cyno that if Alhaitham hadn't declined the job offer, Cyno would not have had his prized occupation.

The general kept blocking the door. His auburn eyes looked at you from a distance. Alhaitham did not miss the way the white-haired man blinked and huffed in exasperation.

"They're just..."

"Trying to get me to leave? I'm well aware of that."

"Then why?"

"Because they asked for my help."

Cyno fell silent. He refused to move away despite being speechless.

"(Y/n) doesn't view you in a romantic manner." That completely came out of the left field, yet the scribe didn't acknowledge his lack of tact.

"But I do."

People who proudly proclaim their affections are rare and admirable, but Cyno would never extend these compliments to a "lunatic" like Alhaitham.

Still, Cyno can't believe Alhaitham smiled for you.

"Are they aware of that fact?"

"They will be. It is not as if I hid it."

Cyno's vision gleamed.

"Are they also aware that you've used a knowledge capsule pertaining to the Clinical and Forensic Perspectives on the Psychology of Stalking?"

...

Alhaitham's eye twitched for a brief moment.

So, that is what this visit was all about.

Both Alhaitham and Cyno have comparable prominence and accumulated respect from their roles inside Sumeru. If the general took this approach instead of a formal warrant, then he not only lacked evidence, but he's hoping to pry more off his hands.

He didn't have anything concrete to show that the empty capsule had something to do with you. General Cyno is a patient man, and it just so happened that Alhaitham is almost as collected as he is.

Cyno stepped forward. "Grand Scribe, the law is just, and I refuse to let the guilty run free. I'm sure (Y/n) only asked for two crepes instead of three."

"..."

He's obnoxious.

"Did you not get the joke? I thought the rhyme was quite clever. (Y/n) asked for two dosas, and you're acting like a creep, and dosas are crepes–"

"That information is outdated. The food 'dosa' is now more commonly referred to as a type of pancake by the Akademiya's Culinary Department." Alhaitham deadpanned.

Cyno waved his hand, not at all bothered at how people brushed off his jokes easily, hence he's unsurprised at how well Alhaitham took it.

"You're intelligent, so heed this warning earnestly. Once you cross a line, you will learn to take responsibility for your emotions and actions. I'll be there to see it through." Cyno said.

What a strange threat.

"You think my actions are fueled by emotions?" Alhaitham chuckled softly. "That might be the first time someone described me as an unstable and emotional individual. People often regard me as someone with unbearable rationalism"

He placed a hand on Cyno's shoulder.

"Thank you. Noted. Now move."

The general glared up at him before he reluctantly stepped aside. There's nothing else to be done. Cyno walked towards you instead.

From the way he stared, the scribe can tell he's fond of you as well.

Alhaitham pities him. Because no matter how much effort Cyno puts into tracking his dirty deeds down, he would be "too late" at best and ignorant at worst. It doesn't matter who it is, not even you could get rid of the grand scribe. Alhaitham decided that grey and green are the colors that fit you best. He already established himself as an essential piece of your puzzle despite not fitting perfectly. After Inazuma's faulty decrees, everyone knew what happens if you part with your vision for too long. And he suspects you'd act just as clueless, helpless, and feeble without him by your side.

Besides, how could you say no, when it was "Celestia" that willed your future apprenticeship into existence?

"Two masala dosas with coconut chutney. They're barely aware that they've grown hungry after studying past the recommended duration. (Y/n), what would you do without me?" He happily chided in his usual strict tone as he walked to the nearest stall.

But he can't afford to be lax for too long, no matter how much he wants to spend his time in your wonderful company. He must not lose sight of the reasons why his initiatives were successful in the first place.

Perhaps Alhaitham might pay a visit to his old friend's place. Spending their time reminiscing and drinking a nice cup of tea is the least he could do to show his appreciation. After all, if his good friend hadn't tampered with Celestia's intentions, Alhaitham wouldn't have been able to influence the type of vision you would have received.

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"--When are you going to be off work? I've heard that Wangshu Inn would be a little quiet this season. Morax, would you like to come with me? I have several stories you might be interested to hear about."

A/n: here's part two if you're curious!

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Remnants of a Legendary Typeface Have Been Rescued From the Thames River

Doves Type was thrown into the water a century ago, following a dispute between its creators.

The depths of the river Thames in London hold many unexpected stories, gleaned from the recovery of prehistoric tools, Roman pottery, medieval jewelry, and much more besides. Yet the tale of the lost (and since recovered) Doves typeface is surely one of the most peculiar.

A little over a century ago, the printer T.J. Cobden-Sanderson took it upon himself to surreptitiously dump every piece of this carefully honed metal letterpress type into the river. It was an act of retribution against his business partner, Emery Walker, whom he believed was attempting to swindle him.

The pair had conceived this idiosyncratic Arts and Crafts typeface when they founded the Doves Press in the London’s Hammersmith neighborhood, in 1900. They worked with draftsman Percy Tiffin and master punch-cutter Edward Prince to faithfully recall the Renaissance clarity of 15th-century Venetian fonts, designed by the revolutionary master typographer Nicolas Jensen.

With its extra-wide capital letters, diamond shaped punctuation and unique off-kilter dots on the letter “i,” Doves Type became the press’s hallmark, surpassing fussier typographic attempts by their friend and sometime collaborator, William Morris.

The letterforms only existed as a unique 16pt edition, meaning that when Cobden-Sanderson decided to “bequeath” every single piece of molded lead to the Thames, he effectively destroyed any prospect of the typeface ever being printed again. That might well have been the case, were it not for several individuals and a particularly tenacious graphic designer.

Robert Green first became fascinated with Doves Type in the mid-2000s, scouring printed editions and online facsimiles, to try and faithfully redraw and digitize every line. In 2013, he released the first downloadable version on typespec, but remained dissatisfied. In October 2014, he decided to take to the river to see if he could find any of the original pieces.

Using historical accounts and Cobden-Sanderson’s diaries, he pinpointed the exact spot where the printer had offloaded his wares, from a shadowy spot on Hammersmith bridge. “I’d only been down there 20 minutes and I found three pieces,” he said. “So, I got in touch with the Port of London Authority and they came down to search in a meticulous spiral.” The team of scuba divers used the rather low-tech tools of a bucket and a sieve to sift through the riverbed.

Green managed to recover a total of 151 sorts (the name for individual pieces of type) out of a possible 500,000. “It’s a tiny fraction, but when I was down by the river on my own, for one second it all felt very cosmic,” he said. “It was like Cobden-Sanderson had dropped the type from the bridge and straight into my hands. Time just collapsed.”

The finds have enabled him to further develop his digitized version and has also connected him with official mudlarks (people who search riverbanks for lost treasures, with special permits issued) who have uncovered even more of the type.

Jason Sandy, an architect, author and member of the Society of Thames Mudlarks, found 12 pieces, which he has donated to Emery Walker’s House at 7 Hammersmith Terrace. This private museum was once home to both business partners, and retains its stunning domestic Arts and Crafts interior.

Much like Green, Sandy was captivated by the Doves Type story, and mounted an exhibition at the house that displays hundreds of these salvaged pieces, including those discovered by Green, as well as mudlarks Lucasz Orlinski and Angus McArthur. The show was supplemented by a whole host of Sandy’s other finds, including jewelry and tools. An extant copy of the Doves English Bible is also on display.

“It is not that unusual to find pieces of type in the river,” Sandy said. “Particularly around Fleet Street, where newspaper typesetters would throw pieces in the water when they couldn’t be bothered to put them back in their cases. But this is a legendary story and we mudlarks love a good challenge.” The community is naturally secretive about exactly where and how things are found. For example, Orlinski has worked under the cover of night with a head torch, to search for treasures at his own mysterious spot on the riverbank.

For Sandy, the thrill comes from the discovery of both rare and everyday artifacts, which can lead to an entirely new line of inquiry: “The Thames is very democratic. It gives you a clear picture of what people have been wearing or using over thousands of years. And it’s not carefully curated by a museum. The river gives up these objects randomly, and you experience these amazing stories of ordinary Londoners. It creates a very tangible connection to the past. Every object leads you down a rabbit hole.”

By Holly Black.

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