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“and it wasn’t yours, either.”

(did u know i also wrote for bsd??? hehehe)

Mushitaro/Ango (Rarepair)

Fluff, Comfort, Angst, Moving on, Falling in Love, Bittersweet

word count: 1k

summary: Ango isn’t alone at Bar Lupin for once after the incident that occured.

That night Sakaguchi Ango betrayed his friends. In a way, he was responsible for the death of Sakunosuke Oda. But because of Oda’s death, a new soul was returned to the light.

Lupin, a bar tucked away in an alleyway a car ride away from Yokohama, was their place. The three of them would sit together and enjoy a glass of Whiskey-or on that night, Ango indulged in a class of tomato juice. The young port mafia executive would annoy the two constantly, chatting about his field of work or his darkest desire. But Ango would never really listen to Dazai, for he’d look at Oda with eyes filled with emotion.

Whenever Oda would speak, Ango would hide behind his glass and push up his glasses. He’d straightened up his tie, and cleared his throat. He knew he couldn’t hide this from the great Dazai, but he attempted to anyway.

Sakaguchi Ango had fallen for Sakunosuke Oda deeply and more than he would ever expect. Ango loved the nights where he’d stumble into the bar with the Dazai and Oda already there, sharing updates about life over drinks, and attempting to listen to Dazai’s rants about a certain redhead.

He’d love the taste of whiskey slightly diluted by the ice cube, and the feeling of a cat’s tail brushing against his face. He’d love the feeling of the barstools the three would sit on, and the act of unwinding down after a long day of work.

But today. Ango sat at the bar alone. He sat in the same seat as he’d always do, the far right. He ordered a glass of whiskey this time, and watched the ice cube bounce up and down. Ango sighed, drinking it. The bitter taste slipping down his throat reminded him of the bittersweet days, and the way that his best friend was gone.

Ango was the traitor. Ango broke up the group.

He sipped the alcohol hoping for a voice to tell him that it wasn’t his fault.

And in truth, it was much more complicated.

That day, Mushitaro Oguri committed the Perfect Crime. Strangling his friend Yokomizo, watching their expression from a smile turn to a lifeless face. Tears streaming down his face, he erased all evidence of the scene and walked away.

“For a mystery novelist, I am quite disinterested in them.” He spoke, watching the brunette drink his sorrows away.

“Then why do you write them?” Ango asked, leaning back and fixing his posture.

“Because a friend of mine really enjoyed them.” He spoke, picking up his own drink and sipping on it.

“Ah, guess we have that in common.” Ango nodded, adjusting his glasses. “I do a lot of things for a friend as well.”

Mushitaro smiled, leaning in close with a small smile on his face, curious and intrigued. His eyes watched Ango softly, and ready to listen. Mushitaro thought that Ango had a nice voice.

“You’ve mentioned that in Anne’s Room, what was he like?”

“Kind…” He paused for a moment, He closed his eyes and took a deep breath and then continued. “He worked for a cruel organization but he was the opposite. He was deadly and lethal, but he was always kind and gentle. He didn’t let power corrupt him and he would always do the right thing even if…” He paused again.

Mushitaro continued listening, waiting patiently for the man to continue his sentence. The sound of jazz started to fill in the silence, and Mushitaro couldn’t help but understand him, feel his pain and knew what he was going to say.

“Even if it meant dying in the end.” Ango choked out.

Mushitaro hummed, leaning back and taking a sip of his drink again. He looked off to the side, as let out a soft sigh.

“You really cared about him, didn’t you?” “I did, yeah.”

Jazz played softly again.

“How about you?” Ango asked, “I can’t have you being silent and me spilling everything out.” Mushitaro laughed. He rested his chin on his hand as he looked up at the collection of alcohol displayed behind the bar.

“Well, he was stubborn, kind, and intelligent. He was a friend of mine ever since I can remember, and despite our differences, we’d always stay close. He’d always talk to me about how his stories were doing, and the plots. I didn’t care for them really, but he had a really nice voice, so I didn’t mind. He was willing to sacrifice himself for his work to create the perfect murder mystery,” Mushitaro blabbered on, his hands moving as he explained things, while Ango chuckled. He had found Mushitaro’s mannerisms interesting and almost endearing

Mushitaro was certainly different from Oda. Oda was reserved, and sometimes Ango thought that Oda needed more sleep, but with the man sitting next to him, Ango wouldn’t have to worry. He’d either think that this man was just full of energy every moment or he drank several espressos. The idea made Ango chuckle to himself in his mind.

“Both of their deaths though aren’t in vain though.” Ango spoke, snapping from his thoughts, as Mushitaro nodded.

“A lot of good things happened from it too.” Mushitaro agreed, as he fished out his wallet.

Ango took notice of this as he tsked. His hand reached out in the air, accidentally touching Mushitaro’s, stopping him from paying for the drinks. He cleared his throat once again.

“I got this.” Ango smiled, paying for his drinks and then getting up from the barstool.

“You know, it was nice chatting with you.” He chuckled, as Mushitaro smiled back, as the crisp air danced through their hair, as they both cleared their throats and adjusted their ties.

“Hey, it wasn’t your fault, by the way.” Mushitaro smiled, before walking away in the moonlit night.

Ango smiled to himself, watching the man walk away. His eyes began to glitter once again and he nodded in agreement.

“And it wasn’t yours, either.”

It was strange. But isn’t that what thickens the plot?

Oda would have wanted Ango to stop being a hermit, and move on and Yokomizo would have wanted the same for Mushitaro.

#bungo stray dogs #ango #ango sakaguchi #mushitaro oguri #rarepair #mushitango #odango angst #angst #comfort

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bluelead35 · 1 year

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bluelead35 · 1 year

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I'll be back soon and perhaps merman!kaveh and alhaitham fic coming soon since summer is on its way and I just went to ocean

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bluelead35 · 1 year

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hi guys i wanted to apologize that i havent posted some content in a while, exam season is fast approaching for me and im quickly navigating some other things happening, i hope you all can understand. but do not worry as i will be back soon!

#hiatus #final season #exams #wishing i was at the akademiya #or maybe even shujin from persona 5 help lmao #alice's archives #genshin impact #fanfiction

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bluelead35 · 1 year

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for your first anniversary as a couple, alhaitham gifts you a novel he thinks you'd enjoy and has annotated for the past few weeks (he can finish a book in one sitting, but for you he chose to read through the novel carefully to fully grasp the meaning behind the words)

you were silent as you carefully skimmed through the pages filled with his familiar handwriting and little colorful sticky tabs stuck on certain parts of the pages that indicate which sentences or paragraphs reminded him of you.

looking up to him, you couldn't find the words to express just how touched you were. "'haithie, you didn't —"

"have to get you anything, yes." he said, finishing your sentence for you. "i just happened to see that book while i was in the book store a few weeks ago and thought that you may enjoy it."

"seems like i'm always on your mind, huh?" you grinned, hugging the book close to your chest. "you even annotated it for me, lemme read an entry..."

before you could even find a page to settle on, alhaitham closed the book shut. "my mind is constantly plagued by you ... but i don't mind it." his cheeks were flushed pink as he looked away from you. "read it once you're home."

not wanting to overwhelm your already flustered boyfriend, you put the book safely into your bag and continued to enjoy the nice dinner date to celebrate your anniversary.

once you were home, you opened the novel to the very first page to see that alhaitham wrote a short note:

'to my (y/n), the one who has managed to capture my heart, the one who my soul loves, here's to the first of many anniversaries we'll have.

i love you.'

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bluelead35 · 1 year

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OMG!!! a SICK FIC! lets go, i’ve been waiting for this one!

“your nose is running again.”

you shoot a glare at alhaitham’s reflection in your vanity, swiping at your nose and clearing your throat a few times before croaking, “it is not.”

“tch.” he has the audacity to look unimpressed with your lie, fiddling with the collar of the nice shirt you’d practically wrestled him into for tonight. “this happens every year, i don’t know why you keep trying to deny it.”

“there’s nothing to deny, because i’m a doctor and we don’t—” you pause, face scrunching when you feel a sneeze trying to fight its way out of your system. “— get sick.”

so what if your throat was scratchy and your entire face felt hot with sinus pressure? one could claim it was allergies, not sickness.

taking a seat to pull on his shoes, alhaitham only scoffs disbelievingly at you. he’s acting so smug, and maybe that’s because last week you’d ignored his warning about how cold nighttime in the desert got. or maybe because you refused to take the vitamin c tablets he put beside your coffee each morning because their texture was like that of chalk.

before he can open his mouth and say these things, the sneeze you’d been fighting takes you by surprise. you immediately turn away and lift your elbow, sneezing into it not once, not twice, but five times in quick succession.

(okay, so maybe you were feeling a little under the weather.)

you turn away from the dresser with a sharp look in your eye, just daring him to let slip the i told you so that always seemed to be sitting on the tip of his tongue.

instead, you feel his fingers tugging at the laces of your dress and his lips pressing softly against your forehead. (too warm, you swear he murmurs.)

“we don’t have to go if you aren’t feeling well. nilou will understand. do you really want to be fighting a cold while you’re surrounded by a group of your friends—”

“our friends,” you correct with a sniffle.

he ignores you. “who are going to make you—”

“make us.”

“—endure cake and small talk?”

you roll your eyes. for someone so fearsome, your husband really could be quite dramatic, brought to his knees by something as simple as cake and small talk.

“we missed her performance last month because we were stuck with work, so we’re not missing her birthday.” you turn around to shove lightly at his shoulder. “and don’t think you can use my cold as an excuse to get out of this party.”

alhaitham pulls back to look down at you with an irritating combination of a scoff and a smirk on his lips. “ah, so you finally admit that you have a cold? maybe if you’d taken the vitamin c for your immunity like someone suggested...”

“those supplements taste like shit, haitham,” you cough, expression pinching as you recall the disgusting tablets that you’ve called ‘not as good as the real thing.’ “the only vitamin c i like is in those mondstadt imported sunsettias...”

“you’re like a child,” he scolds. “now get undressed and back in bed before—”

“undressed?” you question, swatting his hands away from your dress. “i’m going to the party.”

“no, you’re not.”

“what if i—”

“no.”

“but darling—”

“sorry, love, but you’re not going anywhere tonight,” he decides, ignoring your quiet grumbles of protest. “i know you don’t get sick often, but when you do it hits you pretty hard.”

he leaves the room briefly at that, returning with something sitting in his palm.

you shake your head, holding your hands out to keep him back. “no. no! that stuff is worse than the vitamin c.”

“huh, if you’d taken that, then maybe you could have avoided this.” he hums, unscrewing the lid and letting that disgustingly sweet, syrupy scent flood the room. it was so potent that even you clogged sinuses could pick it up. “perhaps, doctor, one of these years you’ll learn to take your own advice. or perhaps listen to your husband’s…”

you lean backwards when he reaches for your chin. “haitham, if you make me drink that i will call the general mahamatra on you.”

“go ahead, he doesn’t scare me.”

he tries again, only for you to side-step his hand. “take your damn medicine!”

“you’re not supposed to yell at a sick person!”

“i’m not yelling. i’m simply insisting because you are being childish.”

maybe you were being childish, but that medicine was just so damn gross. “can i at least go down and say hi to everyone?” you try. “it’s been so long since i’ve seen them all.”

“fine, but only for ten minutes. and you have to take your medicine first.”

“but it always makes me sleepy,” you argue. “then you’ll be there enduring cake and small talk all by yourself.”

“it’s a birthday party, not a war. i think i’ll survive.”

you scowl at him, snatching the bottle and taking a gulp of the bitter liquid. “yeah, yeah. just wait until a drunk kaveh gets his hands on you and i’m not there to save you.”

the medicine starts taking effect almost instantly. you make it eleven minutes on your own feet before you’re clinging to alhaitham’s arm and leaning heavily into his side, nose still leaking and throat still tickling.

by then, all it takes is a single, ‘you don’t look too well’ from tighnari to convince alhaitham to drag you up into nilou’s spare room and into bed.

too disoriented and drowsy to argue anymore, you thank him dazedly and reach out to pat his cheek before letting your eyes drift shut.

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you’re not too sure how long it’s been when you wakes, but when you pry your tired eyes open, there’s a tray of steaming food on your bedside table. the room is glowing and warm, the source being the flickering candle that alhaithm is reading his book under

he glances up when you shift in bed, closing his book. “feeling better?”

“‘m not leaking anymore,” you shrugs, rubbing at the tip of your nose. “how long was i out for?”

“a little over two hours,” he answers, taking a seat at your bedside and pressing a hand to your forehead. “you’re not as warm as before. the medicine must be working.”

“yeah, well i still feel gross,” you mutter, not wanting to give that disgusting concoction too much credit.

“you look it, too.”

“the akademiya scribe,” you mutter, swinging your legs over the edge of the bed. “charming as ever.”

he scoffs at that, scooping up the tray of food in one hand and offering you his other. “charming enough that the amurta darshan’s sage took my last name.”

“well, don’t let it get to your head,” you huff, taking his hand and letting him pull you to your feet. his thumb strokes your wedding band as he guides you to sit on a fur rug positioned in front of the fire. “pretty hard to say no to a guy that practically begs you to marry him.”

“it was not begging—”

“haitham, dearest, that’s exactly what it was.”

you burst into a fit of giggles when he tells you to save it, his cheeks turning pink at the memory. your laughter quickly dissolves into a series of coughs, to which alhaitham pounds you on the back a little harder than necessary.

“alright, you had your fun,” he murmurs, picking up a bowl of soup. “you need to eat something. i made your favourite,” he dips the spoon into the bowl. “i already picked out the cabbage,” he adds when you open your mouth to complain.

unable to deny the slight rumble of your stomach, you reach for the spoon in his hand, pouting when he pulls it away. “i can feed myself,” you protest, voice hoarse from your coughing fit.

“the last time i let you feed yourself when you were sick, you sneezed and ended up throwing a spoonful of soup in my face,” he reminds you, the grim look on his face making it seem as if you’d stabbed him with the spoon instead. “open up.”

you narrow your eyes at the spoonful of soup. “it’s red,” you state. the original colour of recipe was a warm, almost translucent gold.

“good to know your eyes are still working.”

“haitham,” you groan. “you know i don’t handle spice as well as you.”

“it’ll help clear up your sinuses,” he reasons, though there’s something teasing twitching at the corner of his lips.

your body is wracked by another series of sneezes, each one stronger than the last, making him laugh.

“are you sure you’re done?” he teases, handing you a tissue.

“a good husband would just say, bless you,” you pout, blowing your nose and weakly tossing the soiled tissue at him.

defeated by a clogged nose and a smug husband, you reluctantly open your mouth and let him spoon-feed you the eye-wateringly spicy soup. it slides down your throat like fire, and it…kind of does help with your sinuses and throat.

you’d never admit that, though. it’s a new low you’ve discovered, a doctor taking medical advice from a semiotics major.

the universe always finds ways to keep us humble.

when the bowl is half-empty and alhaitham is convinced you’ve eaten enough, he sets the bowl aside and wraps a blanket around your shoulders before he goes. your eyes are drooping again, the result of a warm blanket enveloping you and a satisfied stomach.

he returns with a glass of water and a cool washcloth, gently pressing it to your forehead before situating himself behind you. “need anything else?”

letting yourself relax against his chest, you shake your head. his arms are warm around you, the steady sound of his heart and the soothing light of the candle slowly lulling you to sleep once more.

“shouldn’t you get back to the party?” you murmur sleepily. but you’re already snuggling against him, hands curling greedily into the soft material of his shirt to keep him close.

“not particularly. i’ve already greeted nilou and done my share of…small talk,” he explains quietly. his small sigh is heavy, his posture deflating slightly. it wasn’t that he disliked your shared friends or their company, it was just that his social battery ran out faster than others, and without you there to keep him afloat? two hours was more than enough for him.

“besides, i can’t exactly relax if i know that you’re up here positively suffering.”

“you’re teasing me, but fine, i’ll let you stay.”

no medicine or soup could do to you what a warm blanket and your annoying, teasing husband could for you, anyway.

#alhaitham imagines #alhaitham #alhaitham x reader

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bluelead35 · 1 year

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sleepy studying.

summery; you’ve been studying and working non stop to get a good grade on your upcoming exams, unfortunately, alhaitham does not approve of your little methods.. (request)

character(s); alhaitham

themes/warnings: gn!reader, fluff, burnt out!reader, established relationship

notes: finally got motivation!! thank you to my best friend @luminoussity for giving me ideas, and i hope you like this, anon! <3

discarded papers are strewn around the room as your head lay on the desk, a cold, half finished cup of coffee sat next to you, forgotten. your eyelids fluttered, barely keeping awake as the sweet lull of sleep coaxed you to giving in. but no, you couldn’t. you had to study. you couldn’t fail this. so reluctantly, you slowly put your head up, blinking the blurry sleepiness from your eyes as you tried to read through your syllabus.

“[name], it is 3:00 AM.” you hear your boyfriend scold, his voice unimpressed. you shot awake immediately, turning to face him. your vision was still blurry, but you could make out the muscular silhouette of alhaitham standing near you, rubbing his eyes.

“i.. know. but i need to pass this exam! because if i don’t pass this exam, then all my hard work was for nothing—” he cuts you off.

“no. go to sleep.”

“just.. let me finish this chapter, please, haitham?” you plead, holding up the textbook for him to see.

he narrows his eyes at you, “thats the start of the chapter.” he deadpans.

silence.

“…. please, alhaitham? i need to get a good grade.” you say meekly, fidgeting with your pen to distract yourself from the sleepiness trying to envelope your mind at the moment.

he sighs, “fine. i will assist you in studying, if you really want to continue. it should go faster when i am present and helping.”

you smile brightly, giving him a kiss on his cheek as a thank you.

ten minutes later.

“do you understand?”

“… kinda?”

“i’ve explained this three times already, [name].” he says, putting the textbook down, “you’re too tired for this.”

“no, im not! just keep going, i’ll get it eventually.” you say defensively, yawning while you do so. the sleep is starting to get to you.. maybe just a few minutes… but no! you can’t. you need to get a good grade. you need to…

he rolls his eyes at your stubbornness but reluctantly abides to your request, hoping maybe you’ll tire enough so he can finally convince you to just go to sleep.

five minutes later… or has it been ten minutes? your sense of time is skewed due to the sleep deprivation… you glance at the clock, your eyes taking some time to adjust, but after a few moments the numbers start to gradually become clearer. 3:57am.

“i can see you falling asleep.” alhaitham says, raising an eyebrow at you.

you jolt awake, realising you fell asleep for a few micro seconds, “wha—? no im not! im fine. im fine. dont worry.” you reassure him, albeit not very convincingly considering the fact that your eyelids are getting heavy again already.

he gives you a stern look, hoping you’ll back down, but you attempt to return his look with the same amount of persistence. he sighs quietly when he realises you’re not backing down still… your stubbornness is commendable for sure. but even he’s starting to get tired at this point…

a few minutes later, you notice alhaitham’s voice slowly muffle as your mind barely comprehends what he’s saying anymore, the tiredness completely taking a hold of you. it seems to hug you, blanketing you in the comfort of a hazy sleep as your brain gradually succumbs to the comforting solace of sleep.

“[name]?”, alhaitham calls out, noticing you’re silence and how you still haven’t answered his question. he turns to you only to find your head laying on the desk, lips slightly parted as a small trickle of drool slips out.

“you’re the one who was so stubborn in studying for archon’s sake..” he mutters, rolling his eyes. but his sharp, attentive gaze softens ever so slightly at the sight of you so peaceful. you’ve been so absolutely stressed lately, he was starting to worry. gently, a stark contrast to his normal blunt and cold demeanour, he picks you up in his arms bridal style, careful not to wake you up as he adjusts your head to a better angle. he walks up to your shared bedroom, the wooden floors creaking softly whenever he takes a step.

he places you in your bed, pulling the covers over you as you stir slightly and turn to the other side, muttering something unintelligible. then, he walks to the other side and lays down in it, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you closer to him, as if protecting you from the stress and pressure of exams. alhaitham rests his head on top of yours, closing his eyes and kissing you softly on your forehead.

“goodnight, my dear…” he mutters in an uncharacteristically quiet and tender voice.

he hopes next time you’ll take care of yourself better, but it’s okay if you can’t. he’ll always be here to pick you up and make sure you get the rest you need.

thats what love is for, is it not?

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bluelead35 · 1 year

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✩ ‧₊˚ ✩。AKADEMIYA GOSSIP — ALHAITHAM.

「 SYNOPSIS 」 alhaitham’s attire elicits a response you’re not all too happy with through the akademiya

☽ contents ⋮ gn! reader, jealous! reader, mentions of girls taking an interest in alhaitham but reader is unspecified, you sit on his lap, sfw + fluff

☽ notes ⋮ you had jealous haitham. now have jealous you

personally, you think alhaitham needs to get rid of that awful skin tight top of his. it’s an outrage—it’s unfair, really, always serving as a distraction for you with his sculpted abs and defined pecs taunting you at the most improper of times.

but that’s not even the worst part—recently, there’s something much more concerning than the distraction of his (very well-maintained) physique.

“you know, i think they should consider giving you a work uniform for this position,” you mumble, and there’s a slight pout on your lips that makes alhaitham pause as you gesture at his attire, “this isn’t very appropriate for a high position such as grand sage.”

he raises a brow, putting his pen down.

“acting grand sage,” he corrects, “and are my fashion choices not up to your standards?”

“that’s not the problem,” you mumble, “your terrible eye for clothing is your problem, not mine.”

“well, that’s wonderful to hear. i wouldn’t want to inconvenience you with my lacking aesthetic,” he says sarcastically—because everything is always a quick witted reply with him, and you send a glare his way through a huff.

“the problem here is the way your clothes fit.”

this time, there’s a very visible and very deep pout on your face—if alhaitham wasn’t as good with self control as he is, he might even have marched across the room and kissed it off by now. instead, he only gives you a quizzical look before he turns back to his…endless pile of papers.

“and what do you mean by that?”

the question alone is all the encouragement you need to dramatically fall back on the couch you’re seated at, arm falling to cover your face as you sigh with a little more emphasis than you really need. it’s so like you—so typical to bring out the theatrics, and it’s so like him to roll his eyes and mumble about how you’re over exaggerating.

and yet, somehow, it works. everything about you and alhaitham works—even as you glare his way while he rolls his eyes, even as you whine about everything while he always has that same dry tone, even as you jump to conclusions while he thinks through everything meticulously. somehow, it always works—which is why you refuse to let those filthy, home wrecking girls from the akademiya come anywhere near your (slightly irritating, but very attractive) boyfriend.

“today i overheard two girls talking about your abs. two! only archons know how many other people have been talking about them—”

he clears his throat, cutting you off and silently hoping you don’t notice the slight blush on his cheeks as he mumbles, “well, there’s not much you and i can do if other people—”

“and just imagine if they’ve stared at your tits! this is horrible—”

“i don’t have tits,” he hisses, “why must you always insist on calling them that—”

“oh no,” you croak woefully, cutting him off as you ignore him, “they can’t have your tits. you have to stop wearing that tight shirt, our relationship depends on it,” you insist.

“you can’t be serious—”

“in fact, i think you should just wear the akademiya robes. they won’t be able to stare at much of anything if you wear those.”

“and if they stare at my face?” he raises a brow, lips quirked slightly in amusement even has the lingering flush of pink still grazes his skin.

and he looks beautiful like that—soft rays of sun kissing the silver strands of hair so they look golden, flowing over his skin and letting shadows nestle into the sharp slopes of his cheekbones. you can’t see from where you are, but you know there are flakes of gold lit up in those teal eyes of his—the same eyes you glare into when you’re mad, the ones you meet first thing in the morning, the ones you can’t look away from as you whisper i love you like a secret you’ve held onto in this life and the last.

you crinkle your nose, clearly distressed at the idea of people fawning over his features, and he can’t help but smile gently at the sentiment.

“you’re right,” you nod, “you face is also very attractive. maybe you could—”

“i think you’re looking too deeply into this,” he says, making your face twist into a scowl.

“this is serious,” you hiss, and the way he blinks at you like you’re crazy earns him a harsh glare, “have you not listened to people speaking of you? grand sage alhaitham looks soooo handsome today,” you mock in a high pitched voice, “i think his muscles look larger than yesterday.”

“i don’t concern myself with akademiya gossip,” he shrugs, “as long as it causes no trouble for me—”

“well this time it will cause trouble for you,” you narrow your eyes, “acting grand sage or not, you aren’t immune to sleeping on our lovely living room couch.”

and you’re stubborn like this sometimes, irrational and just a little flawed in your logic, but alhaitham finds his chest constricts anyway, finds that even when he can’t make sense of you, that faint thrum of his heart tells him he doesn’t need to. so he rolls his eyes, holds out an arm for you that makes you scoff even as you instantly make your way over.

and when you seat yourself on his lap, arms twisting around his neck as his settle for your hips, you faintly think that the akademiya girls would lose their minds if they saw you like this—like you’re the earth’s core pressed to his hands, like you’re the center of his entire universe.

“it’s a bit unfair to punish me for what other people say,” he hums, making you huff.

“and it’s unfair walking around like this when you’re heavily committed in a relationship,” you accuse, poking at his chest as he chuckles.

he presses a gentle kiss to your nose, lets his eyes close and his breath exhale softly as you cup his cheeks. and even with the endless pile of paperwork on his desk and that meeting he’s forced to join after this, alhaitham enjoys being the akademiya’s grand sage just a little bit if it gets you worked up like this—if it gets you to pay a little extra attention to kissing him and tugging him closer.

and when your fingers slip into his hair, and his thumb rubs circles into your hips, there’s an unspoken truth between you that makes you smile to yourself.

i love you, you think.

i love you, he knows you know.

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a/n: i dunno what's this. not proofread.

at nights when it's hard for you to fall asleep, you try not to move much as to not disturb al haitham's well-deserved rest, but used to you gripping his hand in your sleep he quickly notices your nervous figure, wide awake by his side. you apologize non-stop for waking him up because you know that he always falls asleep slowly, yet all he does is shush you and pull you closer, cupping the back of your head to place a kiss on your forehead. he doesn't say anything, letting you ramble on and on, and only smiles at you sleepily when you whisper a 'night night', kissing his collarbone.

you sometimes lose the track of whatever he is telling you, staring at him with a foggy gaze and a frown on your face, and when he asks if you can repeat what he just said you just shake your head, looking down with shame. and if he makes a mistake of being silent for too long it will inevitably make you question your ability to even understand what he is trying to teach you. but normally not very patient al haitham is the complete opposite when it comes to you; petting your head affectionately and promising that he will treat you if you just put in a little more effort.

you come to him from the kitchen with a stressed look on your face and a spoonful of something in your hand, carefully moving it to closer to his lips as you ask him to try the substance to see if it's good. and al haitham can barely keep his face from scrunching up because you added just a little too much salt. but it's okay, he says to you when he sees your shoulders slumping in defeat, you are getting better at cooking, and don't worry your pretty head about dinner, he'll just take you to the tavern tonight and distract you later.

you ask him dumb questions,

you knock things out when you run around chasing kaveh, acting like children,

you wear his earpieces in a noise cancelling mode to annoy him and make him chase you to get them off you,

you ruffle his hair even though you know he doesn't like it,

but al haitham can never truly be mad at you for any of the things you do, how can he? not when you're so sweet, so adorable with the prettiest smile and brightest face. all the things that you do make him fall deeper into the pit of love, however he knows he won't be alone there - always with you by his side at all times.

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bluelead35 · 1 year

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cw. none, fluff, boyfriend alhaitham, gn! reader

alhaitham, the sweetest, the kind of boyfriend to get easily absorbed and buried in a captivating book while you’re closely seated next to him, sharing the most random facts about yourself.

while you do not expect him to actually listen up and recall for future remarks, he in actuality does just that and will remember each and every single specific detail of yourself— alhaitham did not care how insignificant or of minor importance it was, his clever brain will gluttonize on it and store it away afterwards.

then a couple weeks later, once you had entirely forgotten about what you have disclosed or shared with him in the past, alhaitham will randomly drop one of the spilled facts while leisurely strolling around sumeru city, hand in hand with you, "should we get your favorite flavor of ice cream before heading home?" he‘s casual when he says it, eyes lazily cramming through the energetic streets of the grand bazaar while pulling you into him a little more, his protective side revealed.

you wonder which one he could possibly talk about, what flavor, could it really be your favorite? did he remember it after all?

because you never told him about it, not once— well, okay, only in the past when he was replying to your every words with a short 'hmm' and a couple bored out 'aha‘s'. "how do you know my favorite though?" now, your interest had been provoked by no other than him as you tilt your head to the side to look at his face, small hearts in your eyes.

"uh? you told me?" - "i didn‘t think you actually listened." - "why wouldn‘t i listen to you?"

back and forth, back and forth— if one didn‘t know any better it began to sound like you had been married for thirty years and more to come, playfully bickering and sweetly teasing each other.

but it‘s cute, he‘s too— sweet and charming, makes you wonder what else he has remembered about you.

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bluelead35 · 1 year

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a/n: i dunno what's this. not proofread.

you ask him dumb questions,

you knock things out when you run around chasing kaveh, acting like children,

you wear his earpieces in a noise cancelling mode to annoy him and make him chase you to get them off you,

you ruffle his hair even though you know he doesn't like it,

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bluelead35 · 1 year

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Table for Two [Alhaitham x reader]

Summary: Alhaitham receives a love letter from you, and after reading your words he tries to find you, except you seem a little shy to come face to face with him...

Warnings, A/N: reader is gn and portrayed as shy/anxious, this was written on a whim because I literally had a dream about this... ANYWAY-

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"Hi, um- excuse me... Alhaitham?"

You have just entered the cafe where he would be relaxing while drinking his coffee. Alhaitham feels a light tap on his shoulder, and he looks up from his book. He sees you; a familiar Akademiya student by your attire, and nervous from the way you're avoiding eye contact (but still trying to maintain it) and the slight quiver of your lips.

Oh how you wish you could just disintegrate right here and now. You've been harboring a bit of a crush on the Scribe, or Acting Grand Sage now. It's a bit silly when you think of it, though... because you most definitely are catching feelings over miniscule things that Alhaitham probably doesn't bat an eye to.

The word "crush - romantically " doesn't exactly exist in an Akademiya student's vocabulary. If anything, that word would be used to describe what they wish a giant boulder would do to them before an exam.

You were working with other Ksharewar students on a project, when the renowned architect Kaveh came by to give suggestions. A while later, Alhaitham came by and it didn't take long for them to start bickering. Nonetheless, you and the other students continued to work on your parts. It wasn't until a shadow was looming over you, and by the shape of the cape you started sweating, already knowing who it was.

"Did you make this?" Alhaitham says while crouching down to your level to meet your gaze. Your eyes widened, being so close to the Scribe (who not to mention, is quite good looking as well).

"Yes... right now we're testing different methods of insulation since the location in Sumeru is closer to Fontaine, so the air is more moist..." You try to give a confident answer, while Alhaitham has a thinking face.

"Hmm, I'll admit this is impressive." The Scribe says quietly. Your heart fluttered at the compliment, even if it was directed to the whole group, but it made you glad that Alhaitham is not as stoic as he is said to be. It wasn't long until a voice interrupted your thoughts.

"What was that Alhaitham? Speak up I couldn't hear you." Kaveh says with his arms crossed. It seems he secretly heard the comment Alhaitham said and wanted him to admit this project he was leading was good. Alhaitham stands up and leaves to bicker with Kaveh some more.

"The only reason you can't hear me is because of all that hammering you do every night."

"Why- you!"

And a few days after that, you leave the Akademiya to go to the nearest river to dunk one of your industrial projects to cool it down. Suddenly you take notice of a figure sitting nearby, which turns out to be Alhaitham when you give him a second glance. To your surprise, he looks up from his book and gives you a small wave. The Scribe? Waving? At you? Clearly Teyvat is an upside-down world. You ended up awkardly waving back, then realizing how embarrassing it was wearing all your safety gear from before and being covered in dirt.

He looks at you and points at his forehead. Forehead? What? You look at him confusedly until he beckons you to come over and you do. He stands up, leaving his book opened on the ground. Then he reaches his hand towards your forehead and brushes some scraps that have been dusted onto your hair.

“You’ve got wood dust on your hair. You must have been working hard.” he says casually. You are taken aback again as he says something you never thought he would, and you manage to utter out an “I guess so” and “thank you” before he has a small conversation with you, then both of you going back to what you were doing.

Point is, there have been interactions with him like these in the past few weeks have been making you all lovey dovey. You’re hoping that Alhaitham will at least be willing to go somewhere with you even if he doesn’t return your feelings.

"Thank you, I'll... take a look at it." Alhaitham says with a slight suspicion in his voice. You nod and quickly run to exit the cafe. Oh god oh god oh god… you may just have to pay a visit to the statue of the seven to pray to Lesser Lord Kusanali to summon something to eat you alive.

“Wait.” Alhaitham calls out and you stop in your tracks and look back. “You’re (y/n), right?” You nod slowly, then he nods signalling he’s got your confirmation and you scurry out the cafe and quickly to your next class.

To be honest, Alhaitham was confused when he saw you approach him and give him a letter, sealed and signed and everything… a bit fancy for an essay isn’t it? He finishes his coffee quickly, pays his bill and goes on a walk around Sumeru to read it.

Dear Alhaitham…? Soon enough, he realizes it’s not an essay you wanted him to review. He reads through your words and can sense how you were probably nervous to write your feelings out.

Suddenly he sees Kaveh approaching him who has an insult ready to hurl at him. After reading the letter, he makes a note to quickly find you to respond. But first, he had to get away from his roommate.

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More than half the day has gone by and you’ve been on edge the whole time. You were shuffling so fast between classes, it probably looked idiotic from other people’s point of view.

“Hey are you okay?” Your friend whispers who is sitting beside you. You clear your throat before answering.

“Yeah… why?”

“You seem tense… but I think I know why.” Oh no, has your friend found out about your love letter to Alhaitham?! “It’s because the Scribe has been looking for you.” What?

“The- looking for me?” You say in shock.

“Yeah, I’ve seen him going around and asking students if they’ve seen you.” This sends you into a panic as it gets you thinking about the possibilities. He is probably going to reject you right? And with his piercing glare and cold tone. The thought of this makes you zoom out of your last class once it was dismissed, knowing the Scribe was looking for you.

“(Y/n).” You stop like a deer in headlights, and see Alhaitham standing outside near the one of the Akademiya walls, with your letter opened in hand.

“Al-Alhaitham!” You blurted out.

“I read your letter.” He says flatly, and it sucks because you wish you could tell how he’s feeling by his tone. “And I appreciate your courage for telling me this. If I’m being honest, I enjoy your company as well. You are one of the few people who are able to talk to me normally.”

What does this mean? Is he friend-zoning you? Did he not understand your message?

“If you’re free now, we can go to Puspa Cafe, my treat.” At first your mouth falls at an O-shape, shocked that he's inviting you for a meal. (You wrote the letter expecting good things, smart one!) His offer still makes you unsure whether he meant this as a platonic thing, but nonetheless you smile and nod your head eagerly. Your assignments and projects can wait.

“Hold on…” Alhaitham says before you both set off to eat together. He bends down to your height and his right hand brushes the side of your face- a familiar feeling like that one time. But it’s different this time, because he leans closer and gives you a soft kiss on the cheek. You blush and he pulls away a little, enough for him to get a full glimpse of your face and look in your eyes. You don't think friends do this.

“I understand I’m still a little intimidating to you, so that’ll have to do for now.” He says quietly. With the warmth, still in your skin, you nod shyly and Alhaitham gives what you think is the slightest smile, pats your cheek and pulls away completely. He offers his hand out, and you put your hand in his. Then he closes it, his large hand engulfing yours, and leads you to Puspa Cafe.

“Ah Acting Grand Sage, come for your usual coffee?” The manager of the cafe calls out to him as you both enter.

“Thank you, but not this time.” There’s a pause, in which he takes to look at you while he says this. “Table for two please.”

And oh, how that makes your heart flutter even if it was a small thing. You could only wonder what would happen after the “for now” Alhaitham said.

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Bonus:

“Well how was it, did you give them that winning smile I told you to give?” Kaveh asks while lounging on one of the seats as his roommate comes through the door, letter still in hand.

“No.”

“…you- do you even like this person?! This student has either got to be the most boring or the most charitable and tolerant to like you.” Kaveh is having a crisis over Alhaitham’s lack of romantic behaviour, especially now when it’s necessary.

When the architect ran into the Scribe earlier today, he got excited and thought he’d be nice and help him respond to this admirer. However to Alhaitham, Kaveh’s instructions probably sounded more like blabber, because he couldn’t bother to listen to him.

"Did you at least say something romantic? Oh- Archons, Alhaitham. You really know how to woo someone don't you?" Kaveh says sarcastically to express his disappointment. “Can you at least tell me their name? Or what they look like? Because I want to find them and tell them how stupid you looked pacing around the Akademiya today asking students if they’ve seen them.” Kaveh snickers to himself.

"Even if you did approach them, I doubt they'd respond to a weirdo like you. They're too smart for that."

"You're one to talk!"

However, Kaveh stops shooting the many quips he has prepared for Alhaitham being dense once he catches the slight pink dusting his roommate’s cheeks before entering his study. He'll most likely find out himself sooner or later.

Plus, he can’t deny he loves a good romance, even if one of the characters is his hopeless, stubborn, and aloof roommate.

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Part 2???

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