#alhaitham x fem!reader

[pearlywritings]

Sometimes the name doesn't matter

synopsis: sometimes it matters that you are his wife.

pairings: Alhaitham, Ayato, Diluc, Kaeya x fem!reader (separately)

tw: fluff, established relationship, a little bit of bullying, a bit of unwelcome drunk flirting, characters are whipped for their wives

word count: 5.4k+ words

a/n: part 2 can be read here!

Alhaitham 

Your husband is… Truly something. Honestly, that's the best way to describe this epitome of nonchalance, smugness and sarcasm, sprinkled with sharp glares and served with a smartass sauce. No one would be able to swallow such a nasty pill, yet you somehow managed. But that's what doctors say, right? The medicine might be bitter, but it'll get better. And it did.

Hard to believe, but the Akademiya's Scribe is enamored by you - it took time to realize, many interactions for him to see that you do not rise annoyance in him, multiple times sharing the eye contact and hundreds of hours being your interlocutor to cognize the beauty of you, but when he fell - he fell hard, and the realization didn't make him feel repulsed. On the contrary, it brought him inexplicable peace, and, being an efficient and straightforward man he is, Alhaitham faced you the very next day and asked out on a date.

The rest is history. You dated, you moved in, you got married - the sequence your husband perfected in its briefness to be over with quickly anytime his colleagues or anyone asked about you and your relationship. You, of course, would give a more detailed summary to your friends, speaking of him so tenderly, always witnessing the same reaction - disbelief. And you get it where they come from - after all, your partner is known to not be the most cordial person. He prefers it that way though - he is bothered much less and can dedicate that free time to his lovely wife.

He makes it a point to not leave the house unnecessarily early, just exactly enough to get to his office on time, and same with finishing his work, bluntly rejecting anyone who tries to approach him with stuff. This way he doesn’t waste a second with you, quite on contrary, sometimes a couple of hours can be added, if you visit him during the afternoon to go grab lunch together, or enjoy the one you brought with you, and then rest somewhere in a private spot with your head on his shoulder, holding a bigger hand that is resting on your thigh, while his other one is occupied with a book. This is enough to power you both up to push through the rest of the day, and Alhaitham really appreciates it, never failing to give you a kiss on the lips and murmuring the soft words of reassurance, before parting your ways till the evening.

Today is one of those days when you find yourself in the House of Daena with a home-cooked lunch neatly wrapped and warm in your hands. A couple of librarians greet you on the way, knowing perfectly well who you are, and you smile at them. One older woman, who’s always been fond of your character, informs you that Alhaitham hasn’t left the Grand Sage’s office since the moment he arrived, and you thank her for going out of her way to reassure you that you will not need to search for him.

There’s another exchange of greetings at the bottom of an elevator and just seconds later you start ascending to the above of the huge library. The quiet whirling of mechanisms is calming and you hum softly to yourself, imagining that tender look in those light turquoise eyes, a rare shine in orange-ringed yellow pupils and a slight pull of thin lips upon seeing your figure and catching a whiff of food you brought. A content sigh escapes your chest and you prepare to soon step off the huge round platform.

But instead of catching a glimpse of your husband, you are met with sharp black eyes, staring at you and a scowl present on the face of a person you don't believe you've seen before, at least not long enough to remember. You blink in surprise, eyes darting to look at the man from head to toe - he is wearing the Akademiya’s robes, but there is no indicator to which Darshan he belongs to. A Matra perhaps? But you are used to seeing a completely different face of a scholar Alhaitham appointed as his secretary for the period of time he’d fulfill the role of an Acting Grand Sage. Panah has soft brown eyes, always nodding to you in a greeting and leaving upon your arrival if it is lunch time and his boss doesn’t instruct him to stay and carry on with his job, not minding you two.

This one practically glares at you, arms crossed and posture intimidating. You simply tilt your head in question, waiting for him to say something.

“Who allowed you to enter?”

The tone of his voice is pretty rude, and the gruff voice doesn't add grace to it. You are not one to judge someone by their looks - your husband is the proof of that, so you decide to brush it off and simply answer.

"Shohre of course, as usual."

“...as usual?” His brows furrow, and you get even more confused with the question. Is your husband having some kind of an impromptu inspection? He didn’t tell you anything about it in the morning, and since the Akasha got turned off, there is no simple way to warn you of it. 

"Is Alhaitham holding any meeting, perhaps?" You try, knowing it's absurd since he doesn't love his sweet lunch time being interrupted, but right now it's hard to find an explanation for this hostile-acting man's actions.

"You have so little respect for the Acting Great Sage?"

This time the booming edge in his words makes an echo in a pretty vast space and almost makes you flinch. The situation is escalating pretty quickly.

"Sir, I don't know who you are, but I do not believe I ever deserved such treatment from you. Would you be so kind to explain what's going on or at least let me see the Acting Great Sage-"

That must've sounded kind of sarcastic, because the man looks like he is ready to fume akin to a kettle.

"Who even are you!? Who do you think you are? Demanding a meeting like that - you must know his schedule is packed, so don't you assume that your pretty face would get you through-"

"Jahan, what is going on?" The "Jahan" shuts instantly upon hearing a deep, dripping with authority voice behind him. Your face instantly brightens when you spot the tall man approaching you two with his arms crossed and the most nonchalant expression etched in his features.

“We have an intruder, Sir.”

What in the Archon’s name- This is becoming ridiculous.

"An intruder?" He lifts his brow and glances at you, gaze lingering just for a few seconds longer. Then it returns to his subordinate. "I don't see one here."

"This woman," you move just in time not to have his index finger directly point you right in your face, "came here without prior appointment, not stating her purpose, not even stating her name!"

"Is that so?" You almost snort at how little Alhaitham cares for what this man has for an explanation, instead moving directly to you and taking a heavy lunch boxes from your hands, allowing your shoulders and arms to drop in relief.

“Her name is of no matter. All you need to know is that she is my wife.”

The room falls silent. The man stares at his boss with eyes so wide, you worry they’d pop out of his sockets. Your husband though doesn’t show any reaction to the stunned look on the man’s face, balancing all the containers in one hand, offering you the other, which you take with a smile.

"S-she what?"

"My wife. And she, along with the necessary descriptions, is literally the only person on the list of the people who are free to come and leave whenever. On the list Panah passed to you along with other instructions before taking his sick leave. Did you even skip through those?"

The tone of your husband is cold with a mocking edge, rubbing his subordinate’s incompetence in his face, and you don't need to look at the man to sense his panic.

"I-I, no of course I thoroughly looked through every single one, but I do not remember such paper, it must've been lost along the process-"

"It doesn't matter. Now you are aware. But there is one more thing you need to learn about my wife visiting."

"Yes, Sir?"

"You leave the moment she enters."

There is a momentary pause (you know Alhaitham is rolling his eyes inwardly at how slowly the notion seems to reach him), before Jahan snaps out of his stupor, slightly bows, mumbling something and quickly walks off to the elevator.

Not even waiting for the mechanism to start, your husband tugs on your hand and you take the hint, following him to the sofas and a table.

"What an imbecile," is murmured in annoyance and you finally chuckle, covering your mouth with a hand.

Your husband is truly something, but one thing is absolutely certain - his wife is the only person that really worths his nerves and time.

Ayato

Kamisato Ayato is a character of many admirable traits and worth-mentioning accomplishments, a great leader, an amazing big brother, a boss held in high regard, and a loving husband of three years to you. This last, but not the least, is Commissioner's favorite, and he makes sure to show it every opportunity present in his individual mischievous way.

You know he gets away with a lot of things, and for numerous reasons, ranging from being the head of the Yashiro Commission, to him being pretty unknown by face among the commoners due to Ayaka handling all the public affairs. This one in particular is harmless, but there is that little thing which drives you up the wall - he does it only when you are present, leaving you very flustered and with a fast beating heart.

"My name? Oh, I am a husband. This gorgeous woman's husband."

"Lord Kamisato? No need to be so formal with me, just call me her husband."

"'Kamisato Ayato' and all my titles are so long to write down, can't I sign it with 'Y/n's hubby' instead?"

"Kamisato Y/n's husband. That's who I am."

"Ayaka, have you forgotten? No more calling me 'big brother', only 'Y/n's husband- Stop laughing, I am serious!"

The last one is literally happening right before your eyes, with the younger sibling hiding her smile and suppressing her giggles behind her intricately decorated fan, as the older one has taken his glove off, wiggling his fingers to show the glistening golden band wrapped around one of them. You, on the other hand, are trying to cover your heated face with a stack of papers you picked when Ayaka entered the office and addressed her big brother as, well, big brother. Peeking above the filled with reports sheets you catch a sly smile playing on Ayato's lips, while his usually piercing eyes reflect the special kind of adoration he holds for you.

You know why he is doing this - the man fought hard for your heart and then hand in marriage, and since it is now a reality, he absolutely keens on that "I am your husband" notion. Sometimes it's a perfect ice breaker in introducing you two to new people, sometimes it's a reason for an eye roll (yours as well), at times it puts people in stupor which Ayato uses to his advantage, but there is always only one initial thought behind every single one of them - showing the world he is proud to be your partner with a label "husband" on it.

And this sentiment is fully returned! However you never had an opportunity to do the same - he always beats you to it, and leaves bashful long enough for the moment to become wasted. You know you can always talk it through with him and he’d be more than happy to give you a chance, but, after all these times he left you speechless, it’s simply a matter of pride to pay him back. Besides… You really-really want to see his reaction if you told someone important those words. 

That you are his wife.

You hear a soft knock on the living room’s door where you and Ayato are sitting next to each other at one side of the low table.

“Lord and Lady Kamisato, the guests have arrived.”

“Wonderful, please let them in.”

The man notices your elation upon hearing those words and smiles to himself - your friends from another nation, whom you haven’t seen properly in ages, finally managed to reach the coasts of Inazuma and seek a meeting to reconnect with you and also meet your mysterious husband you’ve written and praised so much in your letters.

The scene is heartwarming. Two girls around your age are tightly hugging you with excited squeals while the man that came in together with them, patiently waits to be introduced. Ayato follows his example, watching your grinning face, filing away every single detail about it - the sparkles in your eyes, the rosiness of your cheeks, that adorable wrinkling of your nose when the girls say something cheesy, and the pure happiness written all over your visage.

“Oh, Y/n, it’s so nice to see you again after so long! So much happened…”

“Yes! We totally should discuss every single event! But I offer to start by introducing us and our husbands.”

“One of you got married?” You ask surprised. “I know that only one of you got recently engaged-”

“Me! But the wedding is so soon, that I already call him my husband, hehe. Oh, we brought the wedding invitation for you and your husband as well, I hope you two will make it!”

“Girls, girls, let’s calm down,” you laugh, pausing them and gesturing to the two men silently observing you - both pairs of eyes shining with admiration. “Ayato, my dear, I want you to meet my friends I’ve told you so much about…”

Your husband hears familiar names, ones he’s remembered long ago, and nods in recognition, offering each a kiss on the back of their hand.

“It’s a pleasure to meet people my beloved holds in high regard.”

“Likewise,” they giggle, giving you teasing looks about how gentlemanly your spouse is, and you roll your eyes, but a smile tugging on your lips doesn’t go unnoticed.

“And I’ll take an opportunity to introduce our companion,” one of the women says, stepping closer to her fiance and offering everyone his name and a slight description of his field of work, to which Ayato hums with interest.

“And these,” your other friend gestures to you and your husband, “are Kamisato Ayato and-”

“Wife.”

Everyone falls silent and looks at you with confusion. You yourself are stunned, eyes slightly widened and heart skipping a beat. The word really just flew out of your mouth faster when you could think about it.

“Excuse me?” Your friend gapes at you, and suddenly it clicks. This spontaneous reaction, caused by your unspoken desire, presents you with a perfect opportunity. You finally can get “revenge” on your husband.

“That’s what I said, sweety,” with a smirk and boosting confidence you glance at Ayato and meet his lilac eyes, staring at you with a hint of amusement. “I am this marvelous man’s wife. You know, 'Kamisato Y/n' is way too long to pronounce. So, maybe just a wife instead?”

The silence reigns again, with the three of your guests clearly being in stupor and your husband observing you with an unreadable expression. But suddenly he laughs. Joyfully and sincerely, it plucks on the strings of your crazily beating heart. Instantly there are arms wrapping around your waist and lips pressed against your temple, and you can feel the smile he hides in your hair.

“Yes, that’s right… This remarkable woman is my wife. Most incredible and lovely wife.”

Turning your head slightly you manage to catch a soft blush dusting his porcelain skin, before he faces away from you. Oh Archons, he loves it and he is bashful!

As you fully turn in his embrace and start teasing him, loud enough for only the man to hear (you are not that cruel to embarrass him in front of people), your guests' existence is forgotten for a moment. Both girls sigh and look at the completely lost man, whose hand his future wife takes and rubs a thumb over his knuckles.

“Ah… Please, don’t mind that. She always had a strange sense of humor, and it seems that her husband only enabled it.”

That is true, but you look genuinely happy, so they can bear a week of occasional cringing.

Diluc

The annual harvest celebration has been a tradition in the Ragnvindr family for as long as the Dawn Winery existed. When Master Crepus was alive, it was hosted in the grand mansion with spacious halls and intricately decorated staircases, the one Diluc used to call his home. Guests would gather, wine bars would be uncorked and red liquid fill dozens of glasses, as he and Kaeya would curiously watch the adults interact, sneaking out of their rooms to spy from the hiding spots they knew so well.

But not anymore. Gone were the days of careless happiness he calls the past now, gone his father, gone the mansion, and gone his desire for active social interaction. It's been some years since his return and the sale of the mansion in attempts to run away from said past. The celebration came to a stop for as long as he was gone and then while he tended to re-establishing the business after arrival.

The Dawn Winery, despite all the maids and winemakers, would become so quiet. And it's not like he stayed there for long too - he was always somewhere, preoccupied by something.

That is until his life was shaken and turned upside down, and all by the hands of one single person. The person, who brought light back to his dark crimson eyes, who made him stop and think about how he can not just exist, but live, and happily so, waiting for every opportunity possible to be in the loving presence; the person who brought out that part of him he buried deep down in his graveyard of a soul, and gave it freedom to be again. The home actually started feeling like one, not a building he had a study and a bedroom in, but a place he could share with another, basking in the long-forgotten sensations, having his heart dance jigs and face soften in a tender gaze.

Many changes occurred, and, with some encouragement, he decided to bring back the tradition his father held in high regard, with only his sons' birthdays being more important to the late wine master.

The Winery is not as big as the family mansion used to be, but it is still enough space, with some of the furniture moved and the floor cleared, it can host many people. Besides, there is always a lovely outside with benches, and tables, and chairs, and it seems that Barbatos is kind to you, sending delightful weather as his gift.

Diluc is not a fan of social gatherings, however, he couldn't help but feel giddy when Adelinde exclaimed in elation at the prospect, be rather content when he saw happy smiles of the citizens - it's been a while since any proper celebration, and the monster rampage last month has been keeping everyone in a gloomy mood, and most importantly - he couldn't betray the trust and confidence his wife put into him.

…right. His wife. The ending to his reputation of the most eligible bachelor (not like he ever cared for the title), and the talk of the town for the past couple of weeks. Diluc Ragnvindr is a rather private man, and upon mutual agreement the wedding was private as well, with only few attending, and those few knew how to keep their mouths shut till the right time came. Or not, since one Cavalry Captain loves getting on the redhead's nerves and spilling some beans to the people who are willing to listen, and then not saying another word to create an intrigue.

So yes, this celebration is also a way to finally introduce the owner of the Dawn Winery's wife to the public, and put an end to all the speculations and maybe seal some lips that spew hatred towards the 'lucky woman', and there are a number of those.

You haven't been taking your eyes off the small group of nobles, standing almost in the middle of the first floor hall, loudly discussing the matter, inevitably drawing the attention of the ones not involved in the conversation, but standing rather close to them.

"I am telling you, she must be some dirty little thing, seducing our poor Master Diluc," the raven-haired tall man claims, elegantly holding a glass of dandelion wine in his long fingers. With his white and black clothes he reminds you of a dalmatian. Barking is almost identical too.

"You are right! She must be some commoner, too ashamed to show her face. If she was of a noble origin, the wedding would be grand and public," ah, and this bear-like looking man… you remember him - he was very active in trying to arrange a marriage of a very uninterested Diluc and his 17-year old daughter. You almost grimace at the thought.

"Oh yes! And we all know, that such well-known and ancient family as Ragnvindrs ought to have one of the noble daughters getting married into it," it is the first time you see this dramatically dressed woman, but even so you would've doubled in boisterous laughter if not the pretty dress Adelinde helped you lace an hour ago, that could potentially be ruined with the drink in your own glass.

You will yourself to tune them off for a moment and check on other guests. It quickly becomes clear that this conversation makes them uncomfortable. Some manage to entertain you though, by making fun of those nobles, parodying the pompous manner of their talking and snickering at that. 

Nevertheless, one shall put an end to this idiocy.

"Afternoon, good sirs and ma'ams," the group direct their gazes at you, approaching them with a polite smile and a glass absent from your hand. "I've caught pieces of your conversation earlier, and couldn't help, but feel concerned."

The derogatory gaze the woman throws your way doesn't go unnoticed, but you simply choose to ignore it.

"Is that so?" The 'Dalmatian' hums, as if condescendingly. "Are you worried about Master Diluc as well, young lady? Such compassion is admirable."

"Oh, I hardly worry about Diluc," some eyes widen at your lack of his title acknowledgement, but you once again ignore it. "I am concerned about you. You know it's bad manners to berate a person in their own house? I'd really advise you to stop talking, especially about the matter you seem to know nothing about. Not to make bigger fools of yourselves at least."

"How dare you-" the woman you haven't heard talking before, but saw her nodding a lot, with those huge feathers in her hair waving with each tilt of her head, starts gasping because of your 'insult'. "How dare you speak to us like that! A servant must stay silent until asked to open their mouth!"

"I am not a servant here, nor anywhere else," the assumption doesn't surprise you, since all the maids were allowed to wear pretty outfits even while doing their job - after all it was a celebration honoring them as well, they help the Winery keep running.

"When who in the Archon's name are you-?"

"Y/n Ragnvindr," a deep soothing voice rings behind you, so loud and clear, that it immediately shuts all the sounds in the room. 

Your lips curl in a wider smile, all the while holding the bewildered gaze of the woman who decided to pick a fight with you.

"Yes, dear?" His chest is now against your back and a hand, clad in a white glove, reaches for yours. "Are you done with welcoming our partners from Liyue?"

"Of course," the back of your hand is brought to his lips to leave a chaste kiss there, and only then you turn your head and catch a dangerous glint in those blood-colored eyes. He is pissed, but neutral face hardly betrays him. "I see we have a problem here."

"Mhm," you hum, not letting go of his hand and looking back at the tensed individuals, who were bad-mouthing you just minutes ago. "It surely isn't how we planned to reveal our marriage, but the situation called for it, I suppose."

"L-lady Ragnvindr, we didn't know-"

"Can these people be escorted out?" Your question interrupts her harshly, making her flinch. "They disturb other guests, and clearly do not know basic rules of respect."

"My dear wife," you can practically feel menace radiating off of his body, and voice dripping with smugness, "no need to ask me. That's your house as much as it's mine, and you contributed so much into organizing this event. So don't be shy to make your own decision."

"Well then," your smile gets even sweeter, contrary to your eyes that burn holes in their distasteful figures, "Get out."

Kaeya

"Hey pretty tits, hic! Argh, you come here often?"

You wouldn't think that a question like this was addressed to you, if the heavily smelling of alcohol man wasn't occupying the bar stool to your right, leaning forward in your direction. You slightly turn your head and suspiciously watch the swinging glass in his trembling hand, half full and threatening to spill the dark liquid. He really had too much tonight.

"...was that supposed to be a compliment?" 

Leaning back to avoid any unfortunate outcome, you give him an unamused look, finished with an arched brow. From the corner of your eye you can't help but notice Charles staring at the man. It is nice to know your good acquaintance doesn't ignore the possible trouble a drunkard can cause another customer.

But you can handle it.

"It was!" He exclaims so happily, childishly proud that you acknowledged the fact. Should you tell him he sucks at it? And that there is only one man whose drunk flirty compliments you'll ever accept, and even in a state like that he would manage to be good, putting a smile on your face? Right now though, the urge to grimace is stronger.

"...thanks," I suppose?. "And yes, I come here often to spend the evening with my partner."

At that his face visibly falls and you turn away, assuming it is enough to cut the conversation short, and concentrate on savoring your first drink of the evening. You ordered it while waiting for one particular Cavalry Captain, and even though it's not strange for him to come later due to astronomically fast piling up paperwork, today he seems to be particularly busy. Maybe you should purchase a bottle and come to his quarters?

Just before you could do just that, there is a hand sliding over your right hip and a hot breath caressing the shell of your ear. You don't even flinch or freeze, recognizing the alluring presence immediately and leaning back into the firmness of his chest.

"You are late, Kaeya."

A soft chuckle and a kiss to the temple make it pretty clear that the azure-haired man cracked your fake rebuke on the spot, knowing that you are not one bit angry at him, but actually really happy to finally have him here.

"I apologize, princess," another kiss, this time to your cheek, "work's been a bit tough. But I am glad to finally be here with my woman."

"Youuurr?"

Ah, you completely forgot about the drunkard to your right.

Turning to look at Kaeya's reaction, you are stricken by the star-shaped pupil gazing right at you - he hasn't even glanced in the other man's direction, instead fixated on you completely. And that is making wonders to your poor heart.

"Who's that, snowflake?" His tone holds curiosity, but you know your lover, and you know when he is ready to be an ass. You shouldn't encourage this, however…

You'd love to see Kaeya Alberich tell the suitor off for you.

"No idea. But he said I have pretty tits."

He hums at that.

"True, but I would've aimed for that delicious butt. I am a simple man, after all."

You barely slap his hand in time, not nearly as drunk to start touching each other right here and right now. At your jab in his ribs he simply laughs heartily, settling his palm back onto your hip and momentarily redirecting his attention to the troublemaker who's been staring at you two throughout the whole exchange.

"You are not from here, are you?"

Only when your lover says that, do you decide to take in the other man's appearance. Indeed, if you were to look longer at him (not like you were interested) it would be easy to guess Fontaine as his land of origin.

"And what?" He straightens his back and puffs his chest as if trying to intimidate. What a rooster. "Does it prevent me from pursuing a pretty woman from another region?"

Oh, so now it's not simply one flirting remark, but a full-blown pursuit? How troublesome.

"Oh no, no, of course not," honey is dripping off those pretty lips, pulled into a smirk. "It's just that otherwise you'd know it's a bad tone to hit on someone's ex-girlfriend."

Confusion appears on the pursuer's face and you look inquiringly at Kaeya as well. The only answer you get is a wink and a mouthed request to order him a drink. Still perplexed, you nevertheless turn to Charles and ask him to make the Cavalry Captain the usual. 

Meanwhile the man pulls his thoughts together.

"It's stupid! If she is your ex, then how does it not give me the right to date her? Ridiculous. Why do you even hold her like that!?"

The shouting gathers attention from other patrons - some were invested almost from the beginning, seeing how that unknown man tried to make a move on you, and snickering behind their mugs of alcohol at his unawareness of your relationship. 

And Kaeya is all for the show. Many eyes watch as an elegant hand wraps around the glass of his favorite drink and brings it to the silent lips. It feels like everyone stopped breathing and the silence is pressuring, like a string ready to snap and reveal some shocking truth. You, on the other hand, roll your eyes at the male's love for theatrics and put an elbow onto the counter and lean your cheek into your open palm. This is going to be crushing, you almost feel sorry for the guy.

When the Cavalry Captain takes the third sip and sighs in delight - then, and only then, - he looks dead into the other man's eyes, so oppressively that he shrinks under the weight of this cold gaze.

"Maybe because she is my wife?"

If it was physically possible, the drunkard's jaw would hit the floor. The glass, he's been holding just seconds ago, however, follows its destiny, breaking from the impact with floorboards and ruining the prolonged silence and earning a grunt from the barman.

"S-she's what?"

"His wife," you raise your hand and show the ring, getting quite tired and wanting to save at least some of this man's dignity. "So, if you could, please, let us two have our date night. Uninterrupted."

Finally it seems to have him sobered up a little and he starts profusely apologizing to you, to Kaeya, to Charles, to Barbatos and Focalors, while digging his porch with mora out to pay for his drinks and minor damage he caused.

When he stumbles outside and the other patrons stop following the drama, you turn to a contently sipping on his wine Kaeya, who is excelling the nastiest grin on his face.

"Ex-girlfriend? Seriously? That's how you call your wife now?"

"Well, technically I am not wrong, right? Since you are not my girlfriend anymore," he shrugs his shoulders, finishing the last few gulps and putting the glass back onto the counter. 

"Then the next time we meet new people I will introduce you as my ex-boyfriend. What? Technically you are," having his own words being thrown into his face makes Kaeya laugh, and he hugs you tightly, kissing the corner of your mouth.

"Deal. But only once, to make it even. I enjoy being called your husband way more."

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Close Confinement

Synopsis: Party games were a great way to pass the time, but seven whole minutes with the scribe himself? [Request]

Characters: Al Haitham x Fem! Reader.

Warnings: NSFW content, interact at your own risk. [Includes: Soft sex, Virginity loss, semi-public sex, praise, pet names] [it took me a while to write this, but i hope you like it! <3]

Boring, tiresome and irrelevant.

The trinity of words which circulated the young post-graduate’s mind, all to describe the topic of socialising and parties. If it was up to his own decision, Al Haitham would’ve rejected the offer in less than a second. However, it was not.

Duties and desideratum of the Akademiya’s students, he was told. According to many of the matra, there was a high demand of past students requesting a sort of reunion— a celebration, as illustrated on the infamous community message board.

In short, the Acting Grand Sage had no choice but to cater to their desires, hence the situation he found himself in. Snapping back from his thoughts, he glanced back at the venue he had organised, half proudly, half nonchalantly. Not too bad for the first try.

Of course, with the help of his rather irritating roommate, who wasn’t as insufferable when he had something to occupy himself with. Kaveh stood expectantly beside the Scribe, tapping his pen on his pale lips, surveying the checklist he had prepared. The quiet hum which left him already told he was satisfied enough.

One topic that Al Haitham didn’t see on aforementioned list was guest entertainment, something that he ignored in hopes of not having to deal with it. Spoiler from his future self— that approach did not go to plan.

Instead, the Acting Grand Sage found himself musing over you, who currently sat opposite from him. That sweet, soft-hearted girl who always greeted him so kindly, always keen to listen to his theses and reports with such attention. Even now, you just looked too cute for the most stoic of men to ignore. The Scribe would gladly play any silly game to amuse you.

“Al Haitham, just spin the bottle already!” Cyno groaned, wanting nothing more than to get this stress-inducing situation over with. A series of agreements from the other two graduates followed. You merely stared at him with anticipation.

He’s changed a lot, you thought. Appearance wise, his silver tresses were more the shade of oxidised metal, not to mention his muscular physique, just how much has he undergone in recent years? Still as nerdy as ever though, another book resting on his lap.

The ashen-haired scholar scoffed—smoothing his fingers over the virescent glass, pushing it into a spinning motion. Friction worked its magic, slowing down till the neck of the bottle faced directly towards you.

The group immediately began snickering, observing your cheeks redden, putting the ripest of berries to shame. You looked up again, witnessing the smug expression of success on their faces. The tension between you both was overpowering, about time they did something about it.

“That settles it then! Go on..” Kaveh coerced, pushing the both of you into a poorly-furnished conference room to the left of the lounge and locking the door from the outside.

Cliché. Was this a punishment or rather a reward from the gods?

Al Haitham didn’t know what to do with himself. This wasn’t like him at all to be thinking in such ways but— Archons, your dress barely covered your thighs from him.

You were biting the insides of your cheek, averting your eyes to anywhere but him, despite only being a few inches away. You’d understand his actions soon enough, hopefully.

He cupped your face with his palm, brushing away stray strands of hair that obstructed the view of your precious eyes. Your breath hitched, leaning into his gentle touch. He pulled you in closer, intending to wordlessly claim you as his own.

“May I?” Al Haitham pleaded, his piercing, turquoise irises tainted with affection. His voice was quiet— almost strained, like he was afraid of rejection, something you’d never do to him.

You hastily nodded your head, wrapping your arms around his neck. He kissed you delicately, a faint taste of sweet wine still left on his lips. The Scribe trapped your body against the wall, pulling away just to kiss you again at the sight of your smudged lipstick. His mouth trailed down to your neck as his hands did to your waist.

His touch was hypnotic— your mind was hazy and overcast with him, countless dreams of this years ago now enacted in-front of you. His hands travelled further, grasping onto the underside of your thighs and wrapping your legs around him to stand comfortably imbetween them.

Al Haitham was curious as to how you’d react. Would you be quiet and anxious, rarely moaning and instead gasping? Or would you be vocal, crying his name out at any given moment? He traced a slender finger over the front of your panties, observing you squirm into his touch.

“Haitham…” You muttered, a flutter of butterflies swarming deep within, each flickering motion of a wing seeming to spur a different emotion. Desperation, apprehension and lust.

“Yes, darling?” He continued to skim over your clit underneath the fabric, clouding your thought process over. You reached to cover your mouth, whimpering into your own hand.

“I haven’t done this before—” You whined upon feeling his clothed erection press up against you, needily rolling your hips against him. Your face flushed from the confession and the sinful noise you let out.

“I’ll be gentle, angel.” The Scribe comforted, which felt strange for him to utter such words. Anyone who knew the scholar would be aware of his abrasive, arrogant nature— but his heart followed no limits when it came to you.

And gentle he was, softly pleasuring you with skilled fingers, coaxing angelic sounds from your pretty, hesitant lips. Al Haitham wanted nothing more than to see them swollen and wet from kisses. A few seconds later you were essentially begging for his cock, palming his crotch with your inexperienced hand.

Your pleads were just adorable, who was he to deny you of what you wanted? With his fingers wet with your slick, he slid them over his flushed tip. It was quite the confidence boost for you to exclusively see the Acting Grand Sage deteriorated to this mindless state.

He prodded at your pussy, barely even managing to hilt himself with you clenching so tightly, hearing your timid sobs from the stretch, tears forming in your eyes.

“I know, darling, try to relax for me…” Al Haitham amorously whispered, planting short-lived pecks on your forehead whilst he massaged your thighs softly, giving you a few moments to adjust before beginning to move.

The feeling of his girth dragging against your insides was a simultaneous sensation of pain and pleasure. You struggled to restrain yourself, opting to bury your face against the scholar’s chest. With each prolonged thrust, your brain struggled to comprehend anything else.

“You’re doing so well, angel.” Al Haitham could feel you squeezing around his cock at his words, murmuring how it was all too much for you, phrases adjourned by blissful moans. You were close, those erotic grunts from his ajar mouth did nothing but worsen the tingling in your lower abdomen.

A final firm thrust and you finished around his cock, gripping onto him so much that he came inside of you. Your sublime expression so innocent, eyes half-lidded in euphoria. The Scribe pulled out, letting you stumble against him for support.

“So good for me, let me clean you up, sweetheart.”

The long-forgotten graduates were still at the very same table, entertaining themselves with numerous glasses of alcohol and a card game of the General’s choice. It’d be a complete lie if they were to say they hadn’t had a clue about your prior predicament.

The lipstick stains over Al Haitham’s face and neck, his dishevelled hair accompanied with your dress creased and legs still trembling from implied events— all telltale signs of something more explicit.

“It’s called seven minutes in heaven, not thirty minutes making your neighbour’s ears hell!” An embarrassed complaint from an even more ashamed blonde, flicking a card at his chuckling roommate.

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[xythlia]

Could I please request cockwarming scenarios? With either the obey me characters, Stardew valley bachelors, or genshin characters? Thank you!!

꒦꒷♡ . . . DRABBLES \\ COCKWARMING . ·˚ ༘

♡⃕ . . . WARNINGS | f!reader ⸝⸝ cockwarming ⸝⸝ creampie ⸝⸝ biting ⸝⸝ possessive ⸝⸝ pwp ⸝⸝ brat taming ⸝⸝ spit swallowing ⸝⸝ soft sex/morning sex ⸝⸝ lite degradation ⸝⸝ mean dom kaeya⸝⸝ semi-public ⸝⸝ minors do not interact!

♡⃕ ࣪ . . .SPECIAL GUESTS | itto ⸝⸝ alhaitham ⸝⸝ kaeya ⸝⸝ diluc

♡⃕ ࣪ . . . NOTICE | eep i hope u like it anon i strayed a lil bit from just cockwarming bc the second i think of them too hard i just :3 get a lil silly also sorry for any mistakes I'm too lazy to edit (⁠^⁠^⁠)

ITTO . . . "Ah, shit you feel so good," he groans against your neck, nuzzling into your warm skin before his teeth catch against your flesh. It makes you whine, hips bucking desperately but still those firm hands grip you in place on his lap.

"Itto, please," you whine. It felt like torture, being this stuffed full with no friction even the small wiggles of your hips didn't provide any relief and your desire was only rising, growing into some ravenous thing inside your chest.

"C'mon, you can hold out a little longer-" his words fell off into a gasp as you were finally able to lift yourself up, feeling near tears as you slid back down his thick cock, moaning as the feeling of your cunt squeezing around him. You knew you were being a bit of a brat but you'd had enough, an eternity of squirming in his hold crying out for him to just fuck you.

That was all it took for his resolve to shatter, any intention of holding you flush against his thighs abandoned feeling your pussy practically sucking him back in every time you'd lift your hips. The head of his cock pushing against that spongy spot inside you had your vision turning to static, the world barely visible in flashes as you frantically brought his hand to your clit, your fingers clawing against his shoulders as he circled it. It felt like you were on fire, molten lava flowing through your veins before it burst out, leaving you whimpering and biting into Ittos neck as your orgasm crested.

You went blissfully boneless as he fully supported your body, thrusting sloppily upwards into your cunt with strangled grunts and whispers of affection against the side of your head. Every time he cums inside you swear you've never felt more full in all your life, yet each time feels like the first; cum spreading like syrup to coat your insides while he remained hard inside you.

An exhausted smile painted your face, both of you curious how much more you could take tonight and Itto firmly believing you should start every night sat on his lap and milking his cock.

ALHAITHAM . . . Cold. Egocentric. Aloof. All things you'd said to him before, mostly in jest sometimes out of frustration with how detached he could be. Still, none of that mattered when you were creating a puddle of arousal on his lap inside the House of Daena.

"Quit squirming," his cadence hasn't changed despite your needy cunt squeezing around him in a vice grip. The reprimand made an embarrassed heat sear beneath your skin, making it prickle. Nobody got you as worked up as he did, and he was smug in that fact. Knowing you publicly detested him yet privately let him bury load after load inside you gave him a perverted satisfaction.

This was a step above, however. Getting you like this, cunt soaked and shivering from holding yourself back, in a place as risky as this? A feat to be satisfied with.

"You're so run by desire, it'd be repulsive if I didn't enjoy your company," he mused, a wicked grin on his face as he moved his hips to tease you with the promise of friction as one hand snaked up your shirt to pinch at your nipple.

It had you even more keyed up, fingernails digging into the pages of the book laid out before you so hard they were drained of color. So you still had the presence of mind to pretend this was a normal, if bizarrely intimate, study session.

He couldn't wait to see exactly how long you'd last like this.

DILUC . . . Morning light filtered through the gauzy window coverings, the bedroom awash in shades of muted gold that highlighted you, sleeping peacefully beside him.

A strange wistfulness enveloped him, a longing to remain here in this moment for as long as possible. Willing you to remain asleep, swimming through dreams while his hands unconsciously roamed your body. They weren't the ravenous movements of lust, no, but the pensive movements of a man overcome with love.

He did love you, as heart stopping as that revelation had been he was glad for it. It forced him to admit the life of a stoic perfectionist was a lonely one, starkly contrasted by this present warmth with frigid greys.

As his thumbs ghosted over your nipples came the silent I love you. His index traced your bottom lip with the same silent thought. Swiping his fingers through your arousal, feeling his blood thrum hot with eagerness, and feeling the low pressure as the head of his cock pushed past the relaxed muscle he couldn't help but groan the same sentiment out loud as he sunk inside you.

Catching his breath, that zeal ebbed into a lazy comforting one and he had no desire to move or rouse you from whatever pleasant dreams captured you. He only hoped he was in them, too, as he pressed soft kisses to your shoulder and the back of your neck, accompanied by the blissful slight pulse of your walls around him.

KAEYA . . . This was a punishment a long time coming, you were fairly sure. The last few days had seen more bold teasing from you, and his growing irritation with your antics.

Tears pricked in your eyes as his hand gripped your jaw, your mouth open with garbled whimpering. You'd been impaled on his cock for what felt like hours, your cunt throbbing and clit sore from the smacks he'd given you when you'd tried to get yourself off.

And now you were here, spread eagle with your back against the solid desk, his cock buried inside you yet still, and Kaeya with that mean glint in his eye.

"Now now, you couldn't listen yet you expect to be rewarded? That just doesn't make sense," he tutted.

You whined again, hands gripping his forearm as he leaned down closer to your face. You could barely make out the glittering string of spit through the tears gathered at your waterline but you knew this was yet another test.

Enthusiastically you lapped it up, swallowing as you knew he expected you to. Your pussy ached with how badly you needed him to move, wrap your legs around him and feel him flood you with orgasm after orgasm. You needed it so bad your thighs shook, legs trembling pathetically all splayed out.

Even though his face was now unreadable, you hoped you'd earned at least a small reward with that show of obedience.

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[sherlockscumslut]

"Modern Lovers" Alhaitham x fem!reader

Alright...

Since y'all seem to really, and I mean really like my previous Alhaitham short fic, I decided to make another one.

18+ only. No plot at all, college au, soft and needy Alhaitham, vaginal fingering, masturbation, marking (cum), creampie, hints at previous dick sessions lol, slight breeding kink, rough sex, bad (?) pregnancy joke at the end.

Word count: 930

A/n: Summer is not summering rn (heavy rain all day) and Alhaitham says "This weather is perfect for doing nothing at all". Do me instead daddy. Anyway, I wish all Alhaitham wanters be Alhaitham havers 💚 Consider this fic a source of luck 🍀

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Like and/or reblogs are much appreciated 🙏🏻

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It has already been a week since your final exams started so both you and Alhaitham didn't get to see each other as much. Your dates consisted of late-night face-time or texts that always ended up with either of you asleep with your cameras on.

[...]

Today is different. A moody, rainy Sunday where both of you have a light schedule. Alhaitham couldn't wait so he visited you the night before. Needless to say that you didn't sleep at all. Last night was full of love and passion, just like your very first time together. If both of you weren't too exhausted, chances are that you'd still be on it.

It's bright and early. Well, not so bright at all since your bedroom window is foggy. The sound of heavy rain is so calming that makes you want to hit snooze but your studies are a priority. You grab your notebook from your night table, your eyes still sleepy to make any sense of your today's schedule.

"Why don't you get a cup of coffee first?" Alhaitham asked, his voice muffled by the pillows.

"No, I'm just...looking at my schedule." You yawned.

He moved close to you and grabbed your thigh.

"I'm afraid that the schedule you're looking at is the wrong one."

"What? Why?"

"All day today is strictly about you and me."

You giggled. "And who says so?"

"Me." Alhaitham emphasized. "You are already a top student. Now, allow me..."

He grabbed the notebook from your hands and tossed it to the floor.

"Are you jealous for not giving you attention?" You joked.

He rubbed his eyes and laughed. "When I'm right beside you? Yes."

"And I thought last night was enough to show you how I missed you..."

"It was good, indeed. Though, I can't say that it was enough."

Alhaitham said and gently pressed his fingers on your pussy, holding himself back from ripping your panties right away.

You moaned softly. "Isn't it too early for you? You always grab a cup of coffee first-"

"Not when I have you right beside me...and I'm already like this."

Alhaitham interrupted and pulled the blanket aside, revealing his erection. No matter how many times you two have had sex, you've never woken up to him being naked especially in your bed.

"Had a nice dream I suppose?" You lowered your eyes, suddenly too shy to look at him.

"Does last night count?" He asked without expecting a response, his lips planting kisses on your chest. His hot breath on your skin made you clench your thighs, completely forgetting about his hand being in between them.

"You almost broke my wrist!" He joked. "Now keep them like that..." He continued.

Alhaitham's trapped hand surely worked for your own benefit as he moved your panties to the side and gently tapped on your clit, his digits moving in circles around it.

All you could see was his grayish hair while he licked your hard nipples and squeezed them with his free hand. Once he felt you were close, Alhaitham slid his fingers inside your wet hole and fastened the pace while sucking on your nipples. He has learned how to make you cum hard and quick with this technique.

"Mmm...so warm..." He whispered when you came on his hand. You relaxed your thighs and he freed his hand, still wet from your juices.

"This could work..." He said and used your cum to stroke his cock. It took you some time to realize what he was doing since your mind was still in the post-orgasm phase. Regardless, by the time you came to your senses, Alhaitham was ready to burst.

"Sorry to keep you waiting. I just needed to get over this one quickly. " He breathed out as he came on your belly, his cum dripping on your hips.

Your pussy throbbed from the warmth of his cum. It almost felt like your legs opened on their own.

"Next time...do it inside." You whispered, eyes staring back at his flushed face.

Your words made his cock throb but Alhaitham wanted to make sure that his secret fantasy about filling you to the brim wouldn't remain just a fantasy anymore.

"You...you sure?" He asked, panting heavily. You nodded your head and spread your pussy lips open with your fingers.

Alhaitham leaned and gave you a deep kiss, maniacally forcing his tongue on your mouth. "I'm going in now..." He whispered.

[...]

Alhaitham's hands gripped your waist tightly, moving your lower body in and out of his cock like you were some sort of sex toy. Fucking himself in you this rapidly came in contrast to last night's passionate lovemaking.

Soon enough the room got filled with the lewd sounds your bodies made and Alhaitham's loud groans.

"You...still sure about this?" He grunted. His rapid thrusts hitting your sensitive spots made it hard to speak.

"For goodness sake...yes!" You screamed.

Alhaitham leaned on you as he came inside, making it hard for you to breathe, his abs stained with his own cum from previously cumming on your belly. You grabbed his hair and locked your legs around his waist, pulling him closer.

Both of his trembling hands caressed your red cheeks as he pushed himself into you one last time, giving you everything there was left to give. You remained silent, feeling your womb getting filled with his thick cum.

"You know...I'm starting to think that you're probably studying for the wrong test." He chuckled and kissed your forehead.

《THE END》

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[thatonegenshinsimp]

Binding and Blinding (Alhaitham x fem!reader NSFW)

Notes: You guys thought you were getting some wholesome shit, but you were wrong, it’s all angst. I swear it’s like the first time I’ve ever written half of this stuff on this intense of a level and actually put any sort of effort into it so it’s probably not all that great, but I hope you enjoy!

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Warnings: NSFW, unprotected sex, fem!reader, sub!reader, riding, bondage (Shibari), doggy style, spanking, sensory deprivation (blindfold), overstimulation, edging, dacryphilia, use of safeword (kinda??? Reader can’t say it because of how overwhelmed she is), rough sex, sappy feelings n’ shit, Alhaitham being the mean dom we all know he is but then being a big softie toward the end

NSFW, minors DNI, by scrolling further past this point, you have chosen to read the content below of your own accord!

You were a very bubbly and chatty individual, always willing to talk with people whenever you had the chance, and a stark contrast to your boyfriend. However, what truly drew Alhaitham to you at first was the way you handled things. You always took great care to plan ahead when doing things, and rarely cowered away in fear from any sort of intimidating situation because of said planning. However, when he got into a relationship with you, and more specifically, started getting intimate with you, he found that the one thing that truly terrified you was not having any way of knowing how to plan for things ahead of time.

You had been talking to Kaveh almost the entire evening at the bar, not paying Alhaitham any attention whatsoever. Since his roommate was spending the night in Ghandarvaville, he had you all to himself, and there was something he’d been wanting to try for a while now. In your eyes, sex was the ultimate show of love that anyone could give their significant other. However, there were times when your dear lover saw it as a stress reliever. That was what scared you, him seeing something so important to you as another tool to use to make his life easier and less stressful. You’d never told him how much it meant to you, but he had a small inkling that you liked more vanilla things in the bedroom than him. However, you agreed to try everything he suggested at least once, and unfortunately, tonight was another experimental night in the sheets. It didn’t help that he was annoyed at his roommate for taking all of your attention tonight, which also made him annoyed with you, which in turn added to his foul mood and therefore his stress and anger. The walk home was silent, with him tightly holding your hand the entire way back to his place. You gave his hand a gentle squeeze, trying to reassure him that you had eyes for him only, but instead of squeezing it back, he started walking faster.

You knew that tonight was going to be a long one when he told you to go up to his room. The moment you’d disappeared upstairs and closed the door, he grabbed the bag he’d gotten earlier that month when he’d traveled to Inazuma. He took out the teal silk rope and the matching silk blindfold from the bag, looking at the stairs. Shibari, which originated in Inazuma, was an activity that was a type of bondage, but could also serve as art, depending on the mood of the situation it was used in. Alhaitham had extensively researched it once the silk ropes had arrived from Liyue. As for the blindfold, he’d be using that on you as well tonight. He had memorized how to tie the knots using the rope, and he certainly knew how to tie a blindfold to where it wouldn’t fall off. He’d always wanted to try sensory deprivation on your sight, since he’d already done so with your hearing using his headphones. Since it had been so well received, and had left you panting and begging for more even when your legs were shaking, he wanted to try taking one of your other senses, which was, of course, sight.

He walked upstairs and opened the door to his bedroom, noticing how you turned shy under his gaze when you looked at him. “We’re trying something new tonight, two things, in fact. I’ve been researching the art of Shibari over the past few weeks, so I know how to tie the ropes, and I’ll be able to tie the blindfold easily. However, I’m still going to teach you a lesson tonight about paying too much attention to other men like you did at dinner. Get on the bed.” he said, watching as you nervously nodded and got on the bed. He focused on tying the ropes, making sure you couldn’t move when he tied your wrists together. He then gave you one last annoyed look before tying the blindfold over your eyes, knotting it at the back of your head. “Are you uncomfortable anywhere?” he asked, watching as you shook your head. You were much more flinchy now, but in all honesty, it gave him some sort of sick satisfaction that you were nervous. Whenever you were nervous, you didn’t like showing it, so to see you like this was truly a treat in his eyes. He needed to relieve himself of the stress from tonight, and this was the perfect way to do it. Alhaitham leaned in close to you and gently kissed your neck, watching as you shivered. You were speechless, almost as if he’d taken your ability to speak. He chuckled softly, the noise serving to make you shudder as a chill traveled up your spine. He didn’t waste any time on preparing you to take him, you didn’t deserve his touch, tonight. He slowly pulled back the covers and let you get under them, watching as you pressed your legs together and rubbed your thighs together to get some sort of friction. He slowly undressed and let his clothes drop to the floor, before getting in the bed under you. “Tonight, you’re going to be on top, and you’re going to ride me until I tell you that you can stop, understood?” he asked, watching as you nodded. “Lift your hips.” he demanded, watching as you did so. He grabbed his leaking cock and slowly lined it up with your slit, pushing himself inside. You couldn’t help but whine softly as he held you there, with only the tip inside. You were about to ask him to move, but cried out loudly when he fully sheathed himself inside of you with one harsh thrust, squirming on his lap. “I think I like you like this. You keep that mouth of yours mostly shut. It’s nice to get a break from your constant remarks every so often. We should do this more frequently.” he sneered, too busy mocking you to notice the fact that there were slightly damp spots where your eyes were on the blindfold. You couldn’t handle the intensity of it all very well, or the fact that you couldn’t move all that much. Sure, depriving you of the ability to hear like last time was a new and exhilarating experience, and left you both breathless by the time that evening was over, but being deprived of the ability to see wasn’t. It felt wrong, vicious, and much crueler than jealous sex with him usually felt. Your sense of touch was enhanced to an overwhelming degree, and you couldn’t help but occasionally shy away from his touch when he tried to give it.

He noticed that you didn’t want his hands on you, and smirked up at you. It was as if you felt his gaze on you, because when you tried to get him to hold your hips still, he didn’t, and put his hands behind his head. “You don’t want me to touch you? Fine, but I’m not helping you ride me if you’re gonna be a brat, sweetheart.” he said, watching as you kept pathetically trying to get him off. He thrust his hips up against yours every so often, watching you make those pretty little moans he loved hearing. Eventually, you mustered up enough courage to speak. “Haitham, m’close, m’so close. Please, m’gonna-” You didn’t have time to finish speaking as he grabbed your chin roughly and leaned in close to your ear. “You don’t cum until I say you can, this is what you get for talking so much all the time.” he hissed, roughly letting go of you. He kept thrusting, knowing that you wouldn’t last much longer. He wanted you to cum first, just so that he could punish you further. “Ngh~ Haitham, please, lemme cum! Please just lemme- AhHng~!” you didn’t even get to finish begging when your orgasm hit you full force, pleasure wracking your body as you squirted all over his lap. The moment you realized what you did, you were too late to apologize, as he pulled out and flipped you over, before sliding right back into you. You gasped softly, before yelping against the sheets as his palm made contact with your bare ass. You tried to ride out your high, but he pulled out completely, ruining your orgasm. It was getting to be too much, but you once again felt like you couldn’t speak, and could only lay there and take it until he was done.

When he came inside of you for the second time as he took you from behind, Alhaitham looked down at you and smirked, leaning in close to your ear as he spoke. “See? I told you not to cum without permission. Perhaps if you’d listened, I wouldn’t have had to punish you like this.” he hissed, before forcing you to ride him again. You were too sensitive, it was too much, but he didn’t see that. He didn’t see the trembling of your lip, or the way you flinched a little when his hands made contact with your hips. He also didn’t see what you were thinking as he kept bouncing you on his lap. You could only barely hold back your sobs as he continued fucking you roughly.

Does he really not like it when I talk?

Do I talk too much?

Should I just stop talking whenever he’s around?

It was those thoughts that kept you quiet, kept you from doing anything other than panting heavily. The moment you started holding back your moans, Alhaitham looked up at you. “What’s the matter, can’t speak? What happened to your bite, hmm?” he mocked. “Go ahead, make as much noise as you want.” he taunted. However, the moment you removed your hands from your mouth, a loud, desperate sob escaped your lips, causing you to cover your mouth again. That made him do a double take, and that was when he noticed all of those little things. You trembled as another orgasm hit, the damp spots on the blindfold being hit with fresh tears as you tried to keep quiet on his lap. You were about to try stuttering out an apology, but stopped midway through that attempt, and settled for collapsing against his chest in a whimpering, sobbing heap. You tried to get up, but he held you down against his chest as your orgasm washed over you in waves. You could only tremble against his chest as he quickly untied the ropes, getting them off of your body. He was hesitant to remove the blindfold, but when he did, you slowly opened your eyes and wrapped your arms tightly around him. He could tell that you were feeling overwhelmed, and slowly rocked his hips against yours to get you through your high. The sensations had been too much for you, and he could tell now. He mentally slapped himself for not being more attentive, and now focused on bringing you back down from the intense high you were going through.

His eyes were wide as panic rose in his chest, and he couldn’t help but try to whisper sweet nothings in your ears as he brought you back down. “Shh, relax, just relax, sweetheart, I’ve got you.” he whispered, his tone a much gentler contrast to the harsh one he used when he was speaking to you earlier. You slowly nodded along to what he was saying, not really catching any of the words coming out of his mouth. The slight rasp of his baritone voice soothed your mind, and calmed your racing thoughts. His soft, soothing voice made you feel every pleasant emotion you could feel in that moment, but above all else, it made you feel safe. Once you’d come down from your high, you looked up at him and focused as hard as you could on what he was saying. “Do you want me to pull out?” he asked, watching as you nodded slowly. He withdrew his hips slowly, letting you lay down against his chest. He didn’t care right now that you’d made a mess of the sheets, the only thing that he was paying attention to at the moment was how you were feeling. He gave you a few more minutes to make sure you were, at the very least, somewhat lucid, before he started speaking, cupping your face in his hands. He knew you were still feeling very overwhelmed, so he asked simple questions first.

“Are you ok?” he asked, watching as you shook your head. “Was it too much?” he asked, causing you to nod. You laid your head against his chest. “Do you want me to clean you up?” he asked softly, pressing his forehead against yours. “Mhmm~” you hummed, sighing when he picked you up and carried you to the bathroom. He handled you like glass, almost as if you’d shatter from being set down on the edge of the bath. He still set you down, and turned on the faucet to the bathtub. The sound of the water was enough to make you cover your ears, your senses still kicked into overdrive thanks to the blindfold. Alhaitham noticed this, and ran back into the bedroom, where he grabbed his soundproof ear pieces, letting you wear them when he came back. Your shoulders slouched and you relaxed, slowly calming down again. Once the bathtub was full, he slowly removed the ear pieces from your ears and put them back in the bedroom. He then slowly picked you up and set you down in the bath, looking at you from the rim of the bath. “Do you want some water? Something to eat, maybe?” he asked, keeping his voice low so as not to overload your senses again. You looked up at him and nodded. “Both?” he asked, watching as you nodded again. “Does Tachin sound good?” he asked. “Yeah.” you muttered, not quite meeting his gaze. The fact that you were still reeling from everything didn’t surprise him, which is why he was taking care of you. “Alright, I’ll let you have some space for now while I go make the food, alright? If you need anything else, shout for me, and I’ll be here, ok?” he asked, taking your hands into his as he spoke, kneeling beside the bathtub. You nodded, reluctantly letting go of his hands and leaning back in the bath. “Don’t fall asleep in here, ok? It’s bad for your back and you might slip under the water by accident.” he said, causing you to nod.

Alhaitham exited the bathroom and looked back at the door, before throwing on a shirt and his underwear and walking downstairs. He quickly grabbed the ingredients and made some Tachin for the two of you. He knew you liked it because of how sweet it tasted, and he’d been marinating the meat he was using for about a day, so he knew it was going to be good once he was done. He cooked it slowly, before walking back upstairs with the plates of Tachin. He saw that you were still awake, and gently tapped your shoulder. “Hmm?” you looked at him. “Do you want me to get in with you for a bit? The food’s still a bit too hot to eat.” he asked, watching as you nodded softly. He took the shirt and his underwear off, throwing them in a quickly forgotten corner of the bathroom. You moved over a bit so that he could get in the water with you, sighing softly as he pulled you backwards into his arms. You looked up at him and saw the worry in his gaze, before reaching up to gently cup his face in your hands. “I’m sorry I didn’t pay more attention to what was going on, it was my idea to use the blindfold and the ropes on you, and I wasn’t thinking things through when I did that. I should have introduced them in moderation.” he muttered, resting his head on your shoulder as he spoke. “I tried to say the safeword, but it was almost like I couldn’t… like I couldn’t…” You were trying to find the right words to describe how you felt. “Couldn’t breathe?” he finished, watching as you nodded. “Can I ask you something, if you don’t mind?” you questioned, looking back up at him. “Anything at all, I’ll try my best to answer,” he replied. “Do you… really not like it when I talk a lot?” you asked, looking to the side. He turned you around and cupped your face in his hands, pressing his forehead against yours. “I love hearing you talk, don’t ever forget that. I don’t know why I said that earlier, I shouldn’t have,” he said. “Can we not use the blindfold and the ropes at the same time again? I didn’t like that at all, and I hated how it made every noise around me sound so… loud. It felt like every noise I heard was inside of my ears when I had that blindfold on, and it stayed that way for several minutes after you took it off.” you said. Alhaitham nodded softly. “Was there anything else that bothered you about tonight?” he asked. “I- yeah, but can we get out of the bath and eat, first? I’d prefer to tell you when we get in the bed, and the water’s starting to get cold. Plus, I’m pretty sure that cold Tachin isn’t really all that tasty.” you said, giggling softly.

He nodded, grabbing the spare set of sheets in the towel closet and making sure that they were on the bed properly before getting some towels and lifting you out of the bath. Alhaitham dried you off and carried you to the bed, setting you down under the covers before drying himself off. He got in bed with you and set a plate of Tachin on your lap, making sure that you had some water first. The sweet taste of the meat and rice, combined with the Padisarah petals he had carefully added, tasted wonderful, and each bite practically melted in your mouth. You hummed softly, turning to your lover and giving him a thumbs up. Once you’d finished the plate of Tachin and downed the glass of water, you leaned back and sighed deeply, looking back over at him. “So, what was the other thing that you didn’t like?” he asked. You gave him a nervous look, and took a deep breath before you started to speak. “You know how I usually only initiate these things when we don’t have anything to do and when we both need to be closer to each other than usual, right?” you asked, causing him to nod. “You know how I told you that I don’t really like super intense sessions like these because of how long we go at it and how rough you get, right?” you asked. Again, he nodded. “That’s because of how much those nights mean to me, you know? I try not to go to you and ask for things like that too often because it feels like it loses meaning if I do go to you too often. I do these things with you because I want to remind you that I love you, and no one else. Whenever you tell me you want to do these things with me, it mostly has to do with relieving stress, and that kinda takes away from why we do it in the first place, in my eyes, you know? I know you get really stressed sometimes, but…” you trailed off, causing him to cup your face in his hands. When you looked up at him again, he saw that you were crying. “I thought you just liked taking things slow, I didn’t know that you felt that way about all of this.” he said, resting your head in the crook of his neck. He held you there for a while, letting you calm down a bit. “But I just… I don’t want to be seen as just a source of stress relief and nothing else, because it hurts, it really hurts.” you whispered, laying down against him. He wrapped his arms around you as the tears fell, thumbing them away gently as he held you there. “I know, sometimes being rough is just what I need, and I know I sound selfish as I’m saying these things, but-” “Don’t… don’t say that, you’re not being selfish by telling me how you feel. If you catch me doing that again, please tell me. There are so many options for alleviating stress, and it’s not like I never had to deal with stress before I started dating you.” he said, giving a small smile before he pressed his lips against yours. You nodded, giving him a smile of your own in return. You yawned as the exhaustion finally caught up with you, and you laid down against Alhaitham’s chest. “I’m exhausted, goodnight, ‘Haitham.” you sleepily mumbled, closing your eyes. Within minutes, you were fast asleep against his chest. He looked down at you for a minute, before pressing his lips against your temple. “Goodnight, (name).” he whispered, closing his eyes and holding you close as he fell asleep as well.

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[genshin-ghost]

Al-Haitham x SpiderMan Reader

- Al-Haitham is known to dislike authority figures, so he wouldn’t dislike you

- but… the amount of extra paperwork you accidentally cause… yeah, he doesn’t like you either

- The first time you two actually meet would be by complete accident when you aren’t in your mask

- And somehow- somehow- he knows who you are

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Sitting in a cafe after a long night out is normal for you, the nice rays of the morning sun gleaming into the small cafe windows is very nice. Your warm drink of choice in your hands, heating the palms up just enough for a comforting feeling to enrapture you to stay.

Ad you take a sip, the door opens with a small chime to notify the workers of the person’s arrival. You don’t glance over at first, it is 5am, many scholars are awake for their researching or lectures.

However the voice of Al-Haitham takes you by surprise.

“One black coffee, small.”

You’re not surprised by the order, but the man being here of all places is quite odd. You wouldn’t say you stalked the guy, but when you’re out on your adventures you can’t help but to people watch along with your crime fighting. He’s one of the people who actually stays up late at night- and him being here this early in the morning isn’t usual.

When you look over your shoulder just for a quick glance, he’s already looking at you. A shiver runs down your spine from the intense glare he has- the eye bags don’t make it any better…

Finally his coffee has arrived, and you pray he’ll leave right after. His coffee is in a to-go cup after all.

Your prayers aren’t answered, however, and he moves to sit right across from you at the table you’ve chosen. He places the cup down and sighs.

“You’re quite the headache,” He mumbles under his breath. You’re not sure what he means by this, but you still start to sweat- if this buff ass guy is as mean as he seems, you might get your ass beat.

“oh.. uh- heh… sorry about that..?” You somehow mutter out, rubbing the back of your neck and looking away while taking another sip of your drink.

Al-Haitham looks at you, dead in the eyes. Before he looks down at your chest, then back up at you- honestly it’s a little rude, no matter what gender you are.

“Your costume is showing.”

Oh.

Quickly you look down with wide eyes, before noticing that it is, in fact, well hidden behind your button up shirt. You look back at him with a confused expression, and he just smirks at you.

Well… shit.

“I- uh… I don’t know what you’re talking about…” You try to come up with some excuse, however it’s an awkward execution that clearly doesn’t help your predicament.

All he does is nod, “Of course you don’t, why wouldn’t you.”

Another awkward silence forms between you two, you’re sweating, he’s staring at you intently. It’s like this for a couple of minutes, the only break you get is when he takes a drink of his coffee.

Finally- finally- he finishes the cup, the empty sound of it hitting the table while he stands up fills your stomach with relief. Al-Haitham then moves over to your side of the table and places down a folder, the title is “Spiderman?”

When you open it, it’s a shit ton of paperwork and pictures of you, either in action, or simply helping out a citizen with crossing the stream. You look up at him with a confused look, before he moves a few papers out of the way to show a picture of you taking your mask off.

You get bright red as you shove your hands over the picture, the glimpse you saw was enough, your face clear as day.

“I won’t tell anyone, only people who know is me and the photographer.”

Once again, the confused glare stares back at him. If he wanted to keep it a secret, why show you the picture in the first place?

“I won’t tell anyone… if you help with the paperwork.”

Ah, there it is.

You groan, slumping over the table as you sigh. It’s understandable, and from the skimming of the papers, it’s mostly vigilante and property damage reports. But still, paperwork isn’t really the best thing to waste your time on.

However, you’d rather be forced to do an office job than have a bounty over your head thanks to the Grand Acting Sage accidentally leaking that photo.

“…When do I start?”

Al-Haitham smiles at your words, before checking his watch, “About thirty minutes. My office is on the fifth floor.”

And just as abruptly as he sat down, he leaves. You’re left scrambling to finish your drink, throwing a fair tip on the table, and rushing out of the doors right behind him.

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[stinkysatan]

Fem!Reader x Alhaitham, bit of angst, fluff, comfort, estabilished relationship, possibly ooc alhaitham?

Reader feels inferior and unworthy of her lover, who decides to prove her wrong. (Not proofread)

"Are you stupid?" Dehya asked, taking another sip of her beer. "Wait, don't reply. It's my time to talk." She continued, while glaring daggers at her friend - you, and you couldnt help but feel stumped at the way she interrupted her ranting.

"(Y/N), you were enrolled in the akademiya, you're one of the best fighters I have seen and yet you do actually claim to be dumb?" She asked, but didn't even leave time for an answer. "Yeah, I don't buy that. We both know that Alhaitham wouldn't even glance at you if you were right."

She was right - of course. She always was. That's why you were her best friend. But still, the insecure part of your brain wasn't listening to a word of this conversation. A sigh escaped your lips, as you chugged your wine as if it was water. "I'm just saying... if I didn't drop out, I would've failed my classes anyway." You mumbled out the last words.

Just as the mercenary was about to chew you out, she looked behind you and smirked. "Finally, I was thinking you were bailing on us." She said, making you turn around. You saw the rest of your friend, Cyno and Tighnari, along with a certain scribe.

"I apologize, i lost the track of time." Alhaitham said, as he placed a hand on your shoulder. Despite being in relationship for almost a year, you couldn't help but blush at his touch. "It's alright, at least you guys are here now." You replied with a hint of a smile, placing your hand on his, as he sat next to you.

The five of you spent time playing Genius Invocation TCG, chatting and drinking. The rare night out with friends almost made you forget about your insecurities. That is, until you were thrown Into a lose-streak, making you irritated, much more when you were intoxicated.

"Hm, you should have used this one." Said the scribe, pointing at your wolf's gravestone card. His remarks didn't help, even If you knew he just had your best interest at heart. You huffed and tossed your cards onto the table. "Fine, I surrender." You mumbled, to which Cyno shot you a grin. That's his 5th win in a row.

Your mood gradually went downhill from there. You downed another glass of wine before standing up. "Alright guys, I'm calling it a night. I'm too drunk to play anyway." You said, noticing how your boyfriend glanced at you, before getting up himself. "I suppose I shall be leaving as well. I'll walk you home." He said, sneaking a hand around your waist.

Everyone said they goodbyes, but when Dehya pulled you into a hug she whispered into your ear. "You better talk it out with him." Making you grimace. There wasn't much to talk about, really. You just had to accept you weren't much compared to your partner. Still, you nodded harfheartedly and departed.

It was late, not many people out in the streets. Alhaitham still had his arm around your waist, and he couldn't help but to notice you haven't been yourself lately. "Kaveh actually left for a week this afternoon. I thought you'd maybe want to stay with me for a while? We didn't get to see each other lately after all." He said, the tips of his ears turning bright red. All this time, and he's still not used to having you for himself for such a long time.

Unfortunately your response wasn't something that he had hoped for. Not excited or embarrassed like always. Instead you just hummed, much to scribe's dismay. He had stopped in his tracks, making you turn to look at him. His beautiful eyes full of worry, as his hand made it's way onto your cheek. He was glad it was late, at least not many people were around to witness his act of affection.

"Will you finally tell me what's wrong with you lately?" He asked bluntly, caressing your cheek. "You haven't been yourself, and frankly it's troublesome. It's making me worry about you, not only is it hard to focus on my work, I'm also starting to think you're not content with your relationship." His words made you shake your head instantly, and take his free hand in yours in an act of reassurance.

"No, no 'haitham. It has nothing to do with you I just..." You let out a heavy sighed, as your eyes darted away from him. "I think you deserve more. Than me. I'm not really good at anything, I'm not smart like you. You can't have intellectual conversations with me. I think I make you... bored you know?"

Tears welled up in your eyes at the thought of the love of your life leaving you because of that. You were brought back by a flick on the forehead. Alhaitham couldn't believe his ears. His eyebrows were furrowed, as he pulled you closer.

"If we were interested in the same things there wouldn't be much to talk about, really. Besides i actually enjoy indulging you when you bother me about some obscure facts." He admitted, making you smile just a little bit.

"I'm going to say this only once, (y/n). I wouldn't change you for anyone or anything else. You are enough. I couldn't be bored with you, even if i tried. Don't sell yourself short. I... Like it when you tell me some facts about flowers you picked up while on a trip in Liyue, or various other things that I usually don't care about."

You didn't even notice the stupid grin forming on your face through your boyfriends whole rant. He really did make you feel loved. You pulled him into a passionate kiss, trying to let him know how much you appreciate him.

"Thank you, 'haitham. I needed that." You said with a soft smile. "And I'd love to spend the week with you." You added, taking his hand In yours. A shadow of a smile appeared on the scribe's face, as he caressed your hand with his thumb. "I'm glad to hear that."

Dehya watched from a far with a satisfied smile on her face. Her left hand reached out to Cyno, who rolled his eyes and tossed her a bag of mora. "I told you, he has a soft spot for her." She said with a smirk. Tighnari just shook his head at the two.

#al haitham x reader #alhaitham x reader #alhaitham x fem!reader #genshin x you #genshin imagines #genshin x reader #genshin impact #genshin alhaitham #alhaitham x y/n #alhaitham

[nativeofsumeru]

Mr. "Acting Grand Sage" (Alhaitham x gn!reader)

A/N: I'm finally trying to deliver from my past polls. I'm going to try my best to keep it gender neutral. ~~

"'Acting Grand Sage'. Now that's a title." You chuckled, leaning on the door frame and your guy's shared bedroom. Upon arriving home, he couldn't stop grumbling from his promotion at the Akademiya. "You make it seem like a it's an honorable title." He scoffed, gaze never leaving his book as he sat on the couch in the living room. You smirked. Of course he would be this way, you knew him all too well. "Oh Alhaitham," you started before sauntering over behind the couch, leaning over, and allowing your arms to loosely wrap around his neck, hands gently brushing over his chest. "Don't tell me the 'Great Acting Grand Sage' Alhaitham is afraid of a little more work." "Hm." Was his only response. "Seriously? Is that the only reason you hate it? Cause you'll get a little bit more paperwork?" You asked, playfully poking his cheek. He put his book down and tilted his head back to look at you, his expression looking dead inside. "Sweetie, if you have enough energy to work out at ungodly hours of the morning, you have enough energy to get a little extra paperwork done...among other things." You wiggled your eyebrows a bit with the last part of that sentence. He let out a sigh before sitting up straight on the couch once again. You came around to the other side of the couch and took a seat right next to him, snuggling up into his side. Although he wasn't looking straight at you, you could see his facial expression soften a bit at your physical contact. He bookmarked the page on his book and placed it on the table in front of him. "Come here." He said, opening up his arms and leaning back on the couch in a manner that would let you lie on top of him. You gladly fell into his embrace, resting you face on his chest and letting his arms wrap around your waist. Although he didn't say much, you knew he was internally overthinking the matter. He had finally thought life would calm down after the overthrowing of the Akademiya and yet it seems like it only got more hectic. The last thing he needed was another job on top of everything to keep him occupied. He was going to begin cherishing these small moments between the two of you. He wasn't sure how often he'd be able to enjoy them starting the beginning of next week. You felt it in the way he gently rubbed your back, the slow pace of his breathing, and his empty staring off into space. It was all overwhelming for him. You frowned, thinking of a way to get his mind off of things. "Alhaitham?" He was snapped out of his thinking. "Hm?" You began to rub gentle circles on his chest with your pointer finger. "Are you allowed to have secretaries at the Akademiya?" You asked. "I'm not sure, I could always check when I head in tomorrow." You smiled softly at his response. "You should get one. That way you have someone to help you with everything." He hummed in response, acknowledging your statement. "It's unlikely they'd allow such things for those in higher positions of power. There's a higher risk of a data breech." You adjusted your head to look at him. "But what if it's someone you trusted?" "Perhaps the decision would be more likely then." There was a pause. He could practically hear you grinning at him. "I'll see what I can do tomorrow." "Sounds like a plan Mr. Acting Grand Sage." ~~ Bonus Ending:

"Oh so you're going to consider them as your secretary, but not even mention such a position to me?" Kaveh asked accusingly. Alhaitham glared at him coldly. "May I remind you who's couch you're sleeping on?" That seemed to make him quickly shut up. You couldn't help but laugh a little, their dynamic was always daily entertainment for you.

#alhaitham x y/n #alhaitham #alhaitham fluff #alhaitham x reader #alhaitham x you #alhaitham x gn reader #alhaitham x gender neutral reader #alhaitham x male reader #alhaitham x fem!reader #genshin x reader #genshin impact #genshin impact alhaitham

[pearl-blue-musings]

Violet Chemistry

Hi hi!!

I have been working on this for FOUR MONTHS and I can finally share this

Pairing: Kaeya Alberich x fem!reader x Alhaitham

Warnings: 18+, alcohol mention, panic attack, oral male receiving, threesome, penetration, fingering, slight choking, spanking, slight cheating but very little, after care is important yall!

Word count: 11.8K

Alhaitham sighs for the upteenth time as he reads at his desk. Despite the fact that he turned down to be the grand sage, he still gets his pay for being the grand scribe. However, with all the work he has on his plate, things to research, and new things to discover, he finds his mind still wandering off to you. What are you doing? What are you up to? Were you able to move out to a better place?

He doesn’t truly have the right to be concerned with you. It’s been years since he’s seen you, and one of the last times he saw you he had turned down your research project. He always remembered your affinity for the arts, specifically music and dance, and that was something that wasn’t completely allowed in the Akademiya. But somehow you were accepted under the Darshan Vahumana, being affiliated with social sciences. And you knew that. So why the hell did you even suggest it? You’re obviously a genius but why this? Why would you propose such a thing? He hated seeing the pain in your eyes as the sages refused you, concurred by his agreement as the scribe.

For as long as you can remember, the two of you had been in and out of each other's lives. You even knew Kaveh when the three of you were younger. Spending time with his grandmother was always a joy for you. For some reason you’re closer to Kaveh but always have been drawn more to Alhaitham. Kaveh always loved watching you sing and dance, sometimes helping him find inspiration for his architecture. Alhaitham’s allure and genius had you feeling inferior yet always wanting to challenge you. He brought out the best and worst in you but you could never see yourself with him in a romantic way.

Especially after he claimed to never believe in your dreams.

The gray haired male wanted you to understand. He wanted, well wants, you to understand that he cares about you. He knows you’re smart and capable so why keep pursuing something that isn’t beneficial to the Akademiya? He was clearly looking out for your best interests but all you heard was that he didn’t believe in you and thought that the arts were a waste of time. When your research was rejected, you met up with Kaveh at the local tavern where he had to keep you in line as you sobbed into your drinks.

“I don’t,” you wail, “I don’t understand why there isn’t room for art in academic research! It’s just as viable and important!” You sniffle again and take another sip. “I mean, he was so heartless toward me. Me!”

Kaveh sighs and wipes a tear away. “I hate seeing you like this over someone like him. He doesn’t deserve it! And you think you’ve got it bad? I live with him.”

You look up at him with puffy cheeks and reddened eyes, swollen from your crying. “Be like what?”

Kaveh holds your gaze before shaking his head. “So head over heels in love with him.”

His words had hit you hard. You? Love him? Alhaitham? The man that has made your life insufferable yet all the more better all at once? You love him? You quickly chug the rest of your drink and order another. “Not after today I’m not.”

That night was nearly two years ago, and so much has happened in that amount of time. After your research got rejected and you poured your heart out to Kaveh, neither man had seen you. The blond had an inkling you had dropped out or taken a break to travel the world and explore the arts in different cultures. He knew you were leaving after that night. Mostly because when he went to check on you, your neighbors told him you had packed all of your things and left. He pondered telling Alhaitham but he was aware that bastard was the last person you wanted to see. So he kept it to himself.

Even when he went home that night and was questioned by Alhaitham. “Did you manage to take her home? She usually frequents the tavern after good or bad news and I haven’t seen her around. Have you heard from her?” Kaveh’s eyes widened. His roommate and old friend had never shown this much care for someone other than himself. He hears the taps on the floor of the scribe’s impatience. There’s no way he can reveal where you are, even if he doesn’t know.

“I’m not her keeper! And you should’ve been nicer to her. You know music means everything to her and you,” he points accusatively at him, “you know that better than anyone! She gave everything into this proposal, spent weeks mulling over how to combine them together! And you squashed it! How heartless!”

Kaveh huffs and walks away to his room and slams the door. Alhaitham stares after his roommate and shakes his head. “I merely asked if she was okay. She’ll bounce back.” Alhaitham stood uneasily before he entered his study. He sits down and grabs a random book. For some reason his attention faltered and the words he and the sages all but railed you with ran rampant in his mind. Maybe Kaveh was right, his words may have been too harsh. But he can’t take them back. He knows he’s told you worse so he’s sure he’ll see you tomorrow mulling over new ideas.

He didn’t see you the next morning or the morning after that, struggling to swallow the severity of his tone.

….

After all your years of traveling, you never thought you’d end up back in Sumeru. You had heard of the changes that had happened with the Akaedmiya and the Lesser Lord Kusanali, and thought maybe you can visit again. You wonder how Kaveh is doing, having heard nothing of him from the grapevine. Which in itself was shocking, considering he was close to finishing his magnum opus.

But you had heard a lot about Alhaitham.

He was suggested for the new Grand Sage? But turned it down? That smug bastard! And to add insult to injury, they’re still prejudiced toward the arts and desert dwellers? He’s still the same as the rest of them! That wasn’t going to change your mind about checking out the Grand Bazaar and check in on your old friend Nilou. You knew she was always a good dancer and part of the theater there. You figured you would see her, checking everything on you before carrying on with your disguise.

Your first stop was the harbor in Sumeru City, that being your drop off and return point of your stay and previous departure. You take a deep breath as you take in the sights and smells you had abandoned once upon a time. You feel a slight squeeze to your shoulder as you turn around, feeling the tension ebb away as you place your hand over his.

“It’s gonna be okay, snowflake. We don’t have to be here longer than necessary.”

You smile up at your travel partner and boyfriend, Kaeya Alberich as you two step off the boat. “However, I do want to truly explore the alcohol culture here so…” You playfully punch his arm and laugh with him. In your travels around Teyvat, you didn’t count on opening your heart to someone new. You had been content with Alhaitham holding your heart forever, although you despised that fact. However, on your trip through Mondstadt, the knight had come to your rescue. You had been writing in your journal about sound vibrations and musical cultures from the various lands when a band of hilichurls ambushed you. You struggled to get all of your belongings and douse the fire; you assumed the creatures wouldn’t have been active at night but you were mistaken.

Kaeya had swept in just in time and took care of them. You stared at him in awe as he lent his rough hand out to you. When you took it, you were surprised to feel how warm it was despite seeing his icy cold vision in action. And dared you say, felt a spark? His sweet words and quick wit had you handing your stuff to some of his crew as you all headed back into Mondstadt for safety. After returning to the knights headquarters, Kaeya got you settled with Goth at the hotel and that’s where you stayed. You didn’t think you’d ever see him again, but one night talking to several bards at Angel’s Share and you were enraptured by him. He thought your brain was absolutely fascinating, never knowing that music and vibrations can be studied in this way.

Over the next few days he had introduced you to Lisa, whom you’d heard of but never met, and became fast friends. During your stay in Mondstadt, it became almost tradition for Kaeya to pick you up from the library and head to the tavern together. On one of your last nights in Mondstadt before traveling back to Fontaine, Kaeya walked with you around the lake after he picked you up from the library. You were shocked you weren’t at the pub, but he insisted it was coming up. You had giggled at that and the knight stopped in his footsteps. “Your laugh is the most beautiful thing I’ve heard. What can I do to make you laugh like that, dear?”

Your mind was reeling. Specifically, thinking back to all the times a certain scholar called your laugh callous and disruptive. This was a breath of fresh air for you. With the moon dancing on Cider Lake, you weren’t sure what was pulling you into him, may it be the Anemo archon himself but suddenly the world around you ceased to exist and all that was discernible was the captain in front of you. His eye seemed to sparkle more than usual before his lips met yours in a soft kiss. You relaxed into it and wrapped your arms around his shoulders as his hands rested on your hips. When you break for air, your heart was beating out of time erratically, something you had never felt before. And you think the man in front of you feels the same way. He leaned forward to slyly kiss the corner of your mouth and pulled back with a soft chuckle, and proposal.

“Stay in Mondstadt. I know you’ve got your research to do but, what better place to do it than in the city of freedom. And I’ll be here too, if you fancy.”

As you walk through the Grand Bazaar, you reminisce on your relationship with Kaeya. It brings a warm smile to your face as you scan the stalls. The idea of him going to Port Ormos as well, a few hours trip, left you feeling uneasy but brush it off. The Mora in your bag is begging to be spent on some of the fashions and trinkets your eyes come across. You try to avoid buying everything when a growing crowd draws your attention. It seems the patrons of the bazaar are gathering around the front of the theater. With your instrument in your bag, you politely elbow your way to the front to see what the commotion is all about. Once at the front of the circle, you see a rug occupied by a crew of performers. There are some actors, the owner of the theater, and someone you hadn’t seen in years.

With eyes slight and a growing smile, all senses of dread leave your aura. “Nilou!” The redhead perks up from talking with the other performers and quickly pulls you into a tight and warm hug. The two of you giggle as you rock back and forth and you’re certain you feel a warm wetness on your shoulder.

“Oh my dearest,” Nilou begins. “I’ve missed you so much! I thought I would never see you again! You left so abruptly!” By now the two of you are crying from the happy reunion, laughing as you see each other's expressions. She then flicks your elbow and you flinch in response. “Don’t ever leave like that again! You hear me? If you think I’m sad, imagine how Kaveh or even your old friend Alhaitham would feel! Granted, the scribe isn’t the best with feelings…”

“Still?”

Nilou shakes her head with a chuckle. “But no matter! You’re here and you must perform with me today! It’s an open mic of sorts and I’d love to hear or see you. Ah! We should do a dance together!”

You hold her hands securely and blink away some more tears. “So long as I can accompany you,” you breathe out. “I’ve learned so much and there’s a lot I have to tell you!”

Nilou nods excitedly and pulls you into the performing area. Word spreads quickly of the impromptu session and that it may end up extending into the night so anyone can come and go as they please. It’s the first time in a long time you truly felt at home in Sumeru and were so welcomed. You dance your heart out and played until your hands and body were sore. Various vendors provided the theater crew with food and different costumes to wear, something that made this experience all the more exciting. You couldn’t wait to tell Kaeya later at the tavern.

….

It’s rare that his work has him working from home, but today is an exception. With the newly installed sages, the need to be more in touch and connected with the people of Sumeru is more imperative than ever. All he has to do is “blend” with the populace and see what things the Akademiya can improve upon. Without the Akasha, it makes it hard to read the minds of everyone, hence his field trip. Alhaitham has half a mind to ask Kaveh to show him around but knows his roommate will only complain.

The first part of his duty is to explore the shopping and sightseeing around Sumeru City. He knows his way around the city; surely there can’t be anything he or the leaders of Sumeru have missed. The first thing that catches his eyes and ears is the hurried talks and bustling feet of the townspeople. Curious, he eavesdrops a little longer on the couple in front of him.

“Are you heading to the theater's jam session?”

“Jam session? What’s that? Does the Akademiya know about it?”

The first man wraps his arm around his friend and chuckles. “Times are changing around here and it’s about time! I heard it’s an anyone can join or play kind of deal. It was all Nilou’s idea!”

The friend lowers his voice and Alhaitham discreetly moves closer to hear more. “But we know nothing of music and the arts, can we still go?”

“That’s the beauty of it,” the first man comments, “ it’s for anyone! Think of it as a way to relax and express yourself.

“I also heard someone outside Sumeru showed up too so it’s going to be amazing!”

The two men leave and head toward the grand bazaar. Alhaitham pushes himself up from the corner he was hiding from. A jam session? And an outlander? Surely it’s not the traveler, he would have been made aware of their presence. He’ll have to go investigate. Since working with the dancer, the scribe has had more of an appreciation for the performing arts. It’s something he’s always had a slight interest in as it provides to the wholeness of a human being. Mostly, his interest came from you but he didn’t have the guts to actually admit it.

Alhaitham moves on and ventures around the stalls, buying some food and maybe some housewares. He figures it should be his turn to help out around the house while also doing his work. He knows he mostly helps around the library, but he’s glad to have the chance to go outside. Typically on a beautifully warm day, he’d find a tree to laze under and read, possibly daydream about what if’s, but today has him lacking time for himself to indulge himself. He sighs at the lost reading of new material, but knows he’ll have time to catch up on a later date.

Alhaitham shrugs and continues through the stalls. His feet take him to the doors that muffle new sounds and activity. Deep down, he has a feeling it’s you as you have been away for awhile and it would make sense you would return now. WIth all the changes in Sumeru and the Akademiya, he’s sure that was able to draw you out from wherever you were. And a secret part of him hopes you stay so he can correctly communicate why he agreed with the former sages. As he opens the door toward the Grand Bazaar, his mind races with all the changes he would like to implement with the help of others and you. His newer connections have led him to have a better understanding of those less well off than him. For example, meeting Layla who’s had a project rejected under her Darshan Rtawahist had him thinking even more openly. Although he can’t completely relate to her exhaustion levels…

The joy and freedom of the music welcomes him into the bazaar. The bumbling excitement grows the closer he gets to the middle where the crowd is most dense. Using the strength of his shoulders, he pushes his way through the crowd to come see what all the commotion is about. For the first time in what feels like years, he’s unable to formulate the right words at how he’s feeling.

There you are, looking livelier than ever, playing and dancing to the music. Generally having a good time. Alhaitham had missed your smile so much and there it is, on display for everyone around. He tries to blend into the crowd to avoid catching your gaze but what can he say to you? He’s part of the reason why you left, he’s certain there’s some animosity you’re harboring. The way your eyes glitter as your smile reaches the corner of them has him feeling small and surprisingly unworthy. No amount of studying languages, poetry, and even some romance at the urge of his roommate, could aid him in figuring out what to say.

The music fades and Alhaitham scurries toward the back to steer clear. However, he keeps a ear tuned into whatever conversation you might be having.

“That was amazing,” Nilou comments. “I’ve never heard music or a rhythm like that before. Where did you learn it?”

Your eyes beam at the question and suddenly the crowd around also seems to have the same level of interest. So you get comfortable and pull out your bag. “Well firstly, I traveled to Liyue Harbor as it was the closest place. I had always wondered if the land of contracts had anything with sound waves or music considering the Geo Archon’s power and was surpsiwd to see so little! But on my way back here after the Lantern Rite I heard such lovely music! Anyways, after Liyue I traveled to Fontaine where they live for music there and there are so many instruments! And..” The way you speak of your travels has captivated the audience as well as the scribe. Your great detail about every country in teyvat and all the traditions and cultures you learned makes his heart happy as he smiles in content. Alhaitham has seen enough, and despite wanting to reach out and touch you he resists his urges and walks away.

Before running into the Vahumana sage

The sage then calls out for you and the crowd disperses. There’s anxiety written all over your face as the head of your Darshan emerges from the crowd. The papers and books you’ve written are scattered around you and you gulp the closer he gets. The sage picks up your work and smiles fondly. “I’m so glad you came back. We have missed you dearly here!” The whole crowd visibly relaxes as he motions you over for some privacy. “I had heard that there was a gathering of sorts and wanted to come see it out. We’ve had a couple researchers wanting to study social concepts in theater and the arts and I felt this was appropriate.”

Hidden around the corner is Alhaitham, ready to spring into action and defend you and Nilou if it became necessary. You have been sensing someone's presence for a while, but it wasn’t enough to make you seek it out. Right now, you’re too focused on what your sage is saying and potential implications. “So,” you finally interject, “what are you saying?”

The older man smiles and hands you back your work. “I’m saying that with the recent changes in the Akademiya and your extensive research into this topic, we would like to fully fund your previous and future research. I’ll have to make an appointment but if you are willing, I would love to learn more about what you’ve discovered and how it can help the Akademiya.

“What do you say?”

*****

The sun is setting by the time Kaeya returns to the main city. The two of you have booked a hotel room and you’re eagerly awaiting his return. You hear the door open and you quickly get up to greet him with a hug. You can immediately tell something is off when he doesn’t call you his snowflake. “Hey,” you softly coo, “what happened?”

Kaeya sits on the bed with exhaustion and sighs deeply. “Oh nothing too terrible, sweetheart. I found what I was looking for and secured some deals for Mondstadt’s alcohol industry.” Your ears perk up at the off-putting sentence.

“I thought,” you start, “the alcohol and mixed drinks was the reason you came? Something you were doing for the Knights?”

You feel the way Kaeya shifts and shudders. A slow hand reaches out to his shoulder as you rub at them to relax him. “Kaeya? Why else were you here?” You sit down next to him and rest your head against his. The eagerness you have to tell him the good news overruns your need to comfort your boyfriend. The knight in question quirks his eyebrow and adjusts his head to be in your view.

With a smile, he softly says, “you seem to be excited. How was going in town?”

Without warning you push off of him and blurt excitedly. “They’re letting me do my research!”

Kaeya’s jaw drops in amazement as a knowing grin comes to his face. “Snowflake,” he kisses your nose, “that’s amazing.”

You nod happily and sit cross legged on the bed. “And they’re gonna fund my research, past and future! Plus they told me I can stay here and give lectures to help bridge together-“

“Whoa whoa,” Kaeya chides and moves away from you. “You’re planning on saying here?” You’re taken aback by his slightly harsh tone as you stand up from the bed. You face away from him, unable to stand any expression the cryo user might be emitting.

“I mean, that was the plan. You know that KK. This is what I’ve wanted from the beginning. A, a chance.” You turn around with dignity to face him and you’re met with a stone cold look. If looks could kill. “K-Kaeya?”

“So you’re going to leave me, too?” The break in his voice has you scrambling closer to him. You try to console him but he chuckles and smiles at you. “If you must know what I was doing, I was following a lead about my heritage and I met with the traveler.” He pauses to read your face before he keeps going. “I found out more than I wanted about Khanrieah, something I thought all,” he emphasizes, “Sumeru scholars would know.”

You drop your hands from his frame and place them on your hips. “What the hell do you mean by that? Is that why you helped me?”

Kaeya shrugs and you begin to get more angry. “Might as well come clean,” he sighs. “I did help you because I recognized you’re a scholar. I have ties to Khanreiah and the Abyss, and I thought you could help me. You didn’t immediately but you did help me by coming here so…” he leans forward to whisper in your ear, “thanks for that.”

Your eyes fill with disgust and dismay as you push him away from you. This was supposed to be a great thing, you get to continue studying while still being with him. Long distance would be tough but the two of you would make it work. Your musings are silent but Kaeya is more than aware of your thinking face. It’s cute, but right now he knows what he said hurts. He wasn’t planning on saying that but, he can’t let others hurt him. So he has to hurt them first. In his mind his father dropped him off in Mondstadt for a better life; still abandoned is all he can remember. And now, you want to do the same to him. It all worked out regardless, he got to go to Sumeru again to discover his roots and had an amazing relationship.

Your sniffles bring him out of his own head and his mouth opens slightly. The corner of your eyes are tight and filling with tears and your heart feels like it’s on fire. “You lied to me? For your own gain?” A hiccup erupts from your throat as all of your thoughts rush at once. “Did you even love me? Did you really not support me? Archons, you're just like him!” Your voice breaks at the mention of your previous love, and that causes an eye roll from your lover.

“Don’t even bring him up again. I’m not like him.” You can hear and sense the fuel to his response, the fire in his tone as he raises his voice slightly. You quickly scoff and wipe away some tears.

“Bullshit! You both lied to me, you both don’t love me!”

“That’s not true,” Kaeya argues. “I do love you.”

“Then why did you lie? I thought we promised to be open and honest with each other.”

Firm hands gently grab your shoulders. “It’s true you were my ticket to Sumeru, but I do love you snowflake.”

You pout your lips, your fiery emotions still on high. You breathe heavily through your nostrils as your pride can’t let you let him win. “Diluc was right, I shouldn’t trust you.” You knew that would do it. You knew that sealed your victory. The look of betrayal that came across his features was unexpected. His hands left you as if you were something to be left alone. Kaeya’s breathing falters as he struggles to come up with a response.

“At least I’m not hung up on some guy who will never love you back.” All the air escapes your lungs at his proclamation. You have no rebuttal, nothing to defend yourself as your words fail. Kaeya pushes past you as he grabs his keys. “I’m going for a walk. I think we both need to clear our heads. And you need to figure out who you really love.”

You do nothing to stop him as he leaves the hotel room. You do nothing as the weight of what was said finally hits you. The both of you were going for low blows and he hit the lowest. You remembered him talking about his weird family issues, but you never knew that they had ties to the fallen kingdom. You’ve heard about it but know very little of the ancient land. It hurt that Kaeya originally saved you from your Sumeren outfit, but the two of you did genuinely fall in love. That has to be true, right?

Your mind reels with what if’s and you take a number from Kaeya’s book and decide to get some air.

At the tavern.

****

Most evenings he wouldn’t even consider entertaining his roommates plans. But tonight has Alhaitham reconsidering. There was a party of sorts at the tavern, where the drinks are flowing, the music is vibrating, and everyone is having a good time. He’s enjoying having semi intelligent conversations as he can tell Kaveh is getting to his drunken state. Alhaitham is lost in the environment and starts to enjoy himself when the sound of the door opening catches his attention.

In strolls you, anger and frustration across your face as you march up to the bar.

His keen eyes follow your presence and he’s captivated once again. He never thought he would see you again and twice in one day it happened. The glass in your hand dances on your lips as you swallow the liquid in your cup quickly. You take a deep breath, your shoulders relaxing as you blend in with the crowd. Alhaitham bides his time as he sees you talk with old friends, waiting for the right moment to speak to you. For a little bit Nilou comes in to chat with you, but quickly leaves stating she has early practice in the morning. You hug her tightly before she leaves, his mind mulling over what it would be like to have you in his arms like that.

Alhaitham shakes the thought as Kaveh stumbles upon you. Two toned eyes squint toward your direction as Kaveh sits close to you. You welcome him and even hug him. How lucky, he quickly thinks.

“Oh it’s been so long,” Kaveh excitedly slurs. He rests his head in his hand and places a comforting hand on your thigh. “How long have you been back in Sumeru? Y’know I’ve really missed you.”

You giggle and rest your hand on his, taking a quick swig of your new drink. You smile and mirror his actions. “I’ve missed you too, a lot Kaveh.” You sigh in contentment but your smile starts to fade. The blond beside you perks up and removes his hand. With his voice low, he lifts your chin to meet his dilated pupils. “What’s going on in that pretty head of yours?”

You try to avoid his gaze, but his eyes take hold of you and you crumble under their intensity. “It’s my boyfriend. We had—“

“Wait!” Kaveh interrupts. “Boyfriend?! Did you finally, you know, move on from..?” You shake your head sadly before confirming his excited state. “Yes. He’s a knight. I met him in Mondstadt. He’s just amazing and I really do love him…

“But I got an offer to stay here and he didn’t like that.” You pause to take a drink and lower the empty glass. “We had a bad fight about it and he stormed out.”

Kaveh sighs and finishes your sentence. “And because of that you ended up here.” You nod meekly with a pout and the feeling of wanting to cry. Tears prick at the corner of your eyes and you harshly wipe them away. “Do you two fight often?” You barely hear the question as the music and loud conversations provide a background to your now very open conversation. You had always felt like you can tell the blond in front of you anything and tonight is no exception. You do feel the stare of someone nearby but can’t quite place it.

You shake your head. “Not really. We’ll have little disagreements about things but we always work them out. I’ve seen him lie to get his way but never with me…I mean,” you sniffle and rest your head on his shoulder. “He saved me cause he thought I would know more about Khanrei’ah cause I’m from Sumeru! What’s a Vahumana scholar gonna know about that?” Kaveh agrees with you before ordering another round of drinks to the table and lets you proceed. “I mean, it’s not like he would know that…but then I took a low blow cause he talked about my feelings for Alhaitham—“

Kaveh puts a finger to your mouth to prevent you from speaking any further. The bartender comes back with your drinks and you both thank him. The blond takes a sip and then a deep breath.

“Please, and I swear to god, please tell me you’re over that asshole!”

A shiver runs up your spine and you try to hide yourself behind your glass. The feeling of being small increases as Kaveh’s glare hardens. “You traveled the world, fell in love, did research, and had to work for said Mora to do the research, and you still have him in your heart?!”

“It’s not like I want to have these feelings! He just…” Your voice trails off as you turn around, finally getting annoyed with the feeling someone was watching you. And suddenly the butterflies you thought had flown from your stomach have returned. The moment your eyes meet his always calculated two toned ones it’s like the world around you disappears. So that’s the person who’s been watching you. Why do you feel relieved? Your heart beat increases, your breathing getting shallow as you see Alhaitham stand up and stride toward your booth. You’re not sure what’s come over you, but the way he’s walking with more confidence than you’ve ever seen is doing things to you. It’s making you relive all your fantasies and old memories of falling in love with the man coming your way. Heat rushes to your cheeks as you grab your emptying glass to cool off.

“I never thought I would see you here. And of course, you’re drinking with this idiot.”

His deep voice rumbles in his chest and you’re struck by the baritone in it. You peer into his eyes and you catch the hint of a crimson flush on his uncovered ears. Huh, where are his headphones? You’re brought out of your haze when Kaveh interrupts.

“Idiot?! You are so- you know what, I’m in too much of a good mood to argue.” He pushes up and walks away. “You two catch up, I'm gonna continue to walk away!” As the blond leaves, the two of you are left alone while the music and idle chatter fills the void. You’re unsure of what to say to him as the silence between you two increases. He had always known of your love of music but thought studying it wasn’t worth your time. And since he never truly explained what he meant by that, that was the message received and you decided to gloat about your news. With your hands on your hips and a growing smirk you blurt out, “guess who got her research project approved? Still think studying music is a waste of time now?”

On the inside he cringes over hearing the words he said to you that day. But on the outside his emotions barely change. The Vahumana sage approved your research? Interesting. “Well, I guess congratulations are in order.” Alhaitham crossed his arms to match your energy, something he won’t readily admit that he’s missed. He also doesn’t miss the way your words come out slurred or how the alcohol has given you extra confidence. Or maybe it’s the time apart.

For a brief moment it’s like the world around you has stopped. It’s as if you’re thrown back to your childish love of the man in front of you, his grandmother scolding him for saying something insensitive to you. There’s that twinkle in his eye that you thought was long gone but as he’s looking at you in this moment… You’re not sure what to think. Your heartbeat is too loud, the music is too loud, and he looks too handsome to be here by himself. But Kaveh hasn’t mentioned a partner for himself or the scribe. This tunnel vision needs to end, you’re not gonna get sucked in again. “So,” you slowly start, “is there anyone special in your life?”

Alhaitham is caught off guard by your question. He wants to take his time to respond, needing time to cover up that he’s never thought of anyone the way he thinks of you. He’s always considered you in high regard and respects you a great deal. But as the two of you have woven through each other's lives and aged, he’s been finding it difficult to see a future without you in it. The way the blood rushes up to his ears is something he is grateful for, since he always has on his earpieces. But now they’re off and he’s afraid his heart is now on display for you to bear witness. The proximity between you two lessens as the question echoes in his mind.

He sighs with a step toward you. “Being the grand scribe, saving Sumeru from itself, and being the announcer for the InterDarshan competition has had me fairly occupied. I don’t have time for such things.” You feel your heart sink at his words. It’s like the icy sting of his words sharp like Kaeya’s vision make the pain more intense. Were you rejected twice in one day? Your chest starts to heave as tears threaten to boil over. Your bottom lip starts to tremble on its own as you back away from him. The back of your knees hit the booth and you sit in it and with it the erasure of the tunnel vision. You’re brought back to reality. The two men that you have treasures greatly have both told you no, whether they are aware of it or not.

Alhaitham changes his posture and relaxes at your state. His eyes softening as you sit down with your thinking face on. “Breathe,” he gently commands, “what’s going through your mind?” You may be upset with him but this is Alhaitham. This man knows you as well as Kaveh does and as you know yourself. He knows when you’re about to panic and remembered what would help you in the past. That struck a chord with you. His voice is calm and soothing like Kaeya’s when he’s taking care of you, yet is all it’s own and equally helpful. You take some deep breaths, your foggy mind confusing which man is in front of you right now. Your hand grabs onto his shoulder to stabilize yourself as you come down and have your breathing calmed. Alhaitham slides next to you and, based on Kaveh’s help with emotional intelligence, asks you a question. “What happened? I saw you earlier and you weren’t like this.”

Your eyes dart up toward him before you sit back in the comfy booth. “It’s me and Kaeya. We had a fight and—“

“Who’s Kaeya?”

The tone in his voice shifts from calming to questioning in an instant. The hints of malice and something unknown to you emanate from the man next to you and you shiver. Did it get colder in here? And why is he looking at you like that? “He’s my boyfriend. I wouldn’t say a fight, just a disagreement.” You pause to study Alhaitham’s features as you notice his shoulders are a little more tense than a couple minutes ago. All of your knowledge about reading people and understanding body language is flying out the window as you study the man before you longed than normal. His expression is one you haven’t seen or can easily fathom. “I uh, met him when I was in Mondstadt. Or rather, he saved me from a pack of hillichurls. Then he introduced me to Lisa and it was a whirlwind and, gosh I love him and…” Your sighing voice trails off as catch the scribe’s gaze. Once again, you’re struck with an unfamiliar expression and you breathe hesitantly before you keep going. “I thought he’d be happy for me, but I think he’s worried about me leaving him. B-but we couldn’t even talk about it properly cause we were both angry and he mentioned my feelings for you and it was awful and we said such mean things to each other—“

You’re taken out of your ramblings with a firm hand on your shoulder. You’re now forced to face Alhaitham with a million and one thoughts running through your head. He licks his lips in anticipation of what he’s about to ask you, aware that you aren’t of your own words.

“You have feelings for me?”

You blink once, twice, thrice before your breathing resumes. Did you just admit what you’ve kept secret for so long? How? You’ve been so careful. You fumble over your words as the room seems to get stuffier. However, the man whose long held your affections seems to be getting closer. Suddenly, you take a deep breath before slapping your cheeks adamantly. “Fuck,” you grunt out, “alhaitham, I love you. A-and I’ve been in love with you for as long as I can remember!” Your chest heaves from finally releasing the weight of your emotions. For years you’ve wanted to admit your feelings and now you finally have. You gesture your hands openly to him before setting them on the table. “Well, there it is. Happy now?”

You push yourself up and out of the booth to grab a drink to cam your nerves. Your mind is reeling over the fact that you finally said it. You told him, and now he knows. You realize you left before he could properly respond. Maybe it’s better this way, you think. You don’t think he would reciprocate so at least he knows! At least he knows.

A tap on your back turns you around, your drink hanging loosely in your hand. Before you can comprehend who it is, a pair of hands cup your face and pull you in for a kiss. Your eyes go wide before shutting them, holding the glass tightly as you lose yourself to the kiss. Your body goes lax and you put the glass down on the bar as you wrap your arms around Alhaitham. You knew it was him, you had dreamt of being pressed against it and now it’s finally happening. You’re kissing Alhaitham, and he started it!

Shit, you’re kissing Alhaitham!

You open your eyes quickly and push him away. Your eyes are sparkling under what feels like violet lighting where everything is illuminated. And he looks ethereal. He shouldn’t look like this. You shouldn’t look like this. “What the hell, Haitham?!”

The man in front of you looks down at you from his height, a small smirk on his face as he crosses his arms. He starts with an eye roll, “I thought it was fairly obvious what the hell i'm doing.” Your dilated pupils search for an answer as you wait for his response. The condensation is making it harder to hold onto the glass and the reality of the situation. He lowers his head and you can feel his warm breath against your lips. “You told me you love me.

“I’m letting you know that I reciprocate your feelings. I have for a while.”

Your jaw drops along with the drink in your hand. The clattering glass brings you out of your slight daze as you yelp. You try to bend down to pick up the shattered glass before Alhaitham stops you. “Don’t be stupid,” he chides, “you’ll hurt yourself.” He gently holds your hand where a small cut starts to form on your palm. A light trail of blood leaves your hand and you hiss at the pain. Without breaking eye contact with you, Alhaitham takes your hand in his, brings it to his lips, and jots out his tongue to help ease the pain. You feel the butterflies fluttering in your stomach as you bite your lip, your breathing getting shallower. You want to speak but your throat is drying at every second. After what feels like forever, the two of you stand up as a waiter comes to clean up the mess.

Alhaitham tries to interlock your fingers together but you pull away and head to the door. Your feet are moving faster than your mind can think. You want to go back to your hotel, you want to find Kaeya. You want to kiss Alhaitham again. God, do you wanna kiss him again. But you also wanna cuddle up with Kaeya. This is a conflict you never thought you would be in in your wildest imaginations.

The scribe finds you outside the tavern and quickly approaches you. Your hunched shoulders and quick pacing alerts him to your distress. That’s right, he remembers your boyfriend.

He clears his throat and you gently acknowledge him. “Where is this Kaeya? He let you go alone tonight?” You roll your eyes and breathe deeply through your nose.

“Just shut up and kiss me before I start thinking.”

Alhaitham is never one to truly shy away from orders, so he places his hands on your hips and pulls you for another kiss. This one is slower and more thought out than the first surprise one. You find it easy to melt into his embrace, wanting the moment to last a lifetime as his arms wrap around you tighter. His hands hold you firmly against him until that wandering thought about your boyfriend stops him. He can’t help but feel like the two of you are being watched and it’s an eerie sensation. He’s the one to pull away and you’re left baffled. Slightly breathless you ask, “Why did you stop?” Your eyes scan his for an answer as your nerves prepare you for yet another rejection. Your stomach clenches and tears threaten to fall as your eyes start to sting with the possibility of what could have been and what almost happened. Again. You feel the weight of Alhaitham’s forehead against yours as he gently kisses your nose.

“You know,” he softly breathes out with his eyes shut, “I have no problem continuing this.”

“But I do.”

Whatever words you had planned to say to the scribe in front of you are caught in your throat at the new voice. A voice you know all too well and has whispered sweet nothings into your ear for many nights. You push Alhaitham to the side as the cold and hurt face of your lover appears before you. You had never thought about cheating on Kaeya ever in your life, and yet here you are. You let another man kiss you, twice! The man that has held your heart for years finally reciprocates your feelings and you completely forget how the knight has healed you? You hug your arms and feel your airways tighten. Is this another panic attack? Right now? Your vision starts to blur as tears fall freely from the corner of your eyes. Kaeya is the first to react and gently cups your face. “Breathe snowflake. I’m here. You’re safe, you’re safe.” He rubs calming circles with his thumb on your cheek, a gesture he’s come to know is calming for you. Kaeya slowly bridges the gap between you and pulls you in for a gentle hug. “Hey,” he says toward Alhaitham, but his request dies on his lips when he sees the man in question trotting over with a glass of water.

“Drink up,” Alhaitham softly states as he hands you the glass. You nod sharply and take a few sips of the water, all the while Kaeya rubs your back. Kaeya doesn’t miss that this man, he assumes is Alhaitham, also knew how to calm you down like this. The knight scoffs and lets his guard down with a sincere chuckle. “So you must be Alhaitham.”

“And you must be her boyfriend Kaeya,” the scribe responds.

With a large gulp, your eyes dart between the two of them. “And this is the most awkward situation ever.” Kaeya hides a snicker as he notices you’re still a little drunk; partly why he was outside the tavern in the first place. The knight removes his hands from your body and notices the way Alhaitham very gently traces the outline of your face with the back of his finger, matching his breathing with yours. He loves you. Somehow knowing that this scholar also loves you in the way he does calms him and he can lower his guard even more. He blinks twice before addressing Alhaitham again. “So you love her, too?”

The man in question continues his actions without meeting the azure gaze. “So it seems, although it took me far longer to realize it.” Alhaitham pulls away from you, lending out a hand as Kaeya does the same. They help you to stand steady on your feet, still a little wobbly from the sudden panic attack and drinks from earlier. It dawns on you. It’s weird, they both have an arm around your waist and it feels…

Natural.

A warm smile comes to your face before you rest it against Kaeya’s shoulder. Slender fingers tighten on your skin as you peek an eye to your old friend. You try to suppress the giggle that wants to come out but fail. “What’s so funny? You can’t possibly still be drunk.” You lazily shake your head as the three of you start walking. You assume you’re headed to your hotel room but Alhaitham brings you a different way. With the pout he thinks you didn’t catch, he nods upward. “My place is closer. I’m sure my roommate wouldn’t mind the company.” You and Kaeya exchange glances before agreeing with the feeble scholar. As you get closer to your unknown destination, you feel Kaeya’s hand wander farther down your back to finally cup your ass. He gives it a squeeze, making you lose your balance as his fingers try to curl toward your now aching cunt. A whimper escapes your lips and it’s the sweetest and sexiest thing Alhaitham has ever heard.

Kaeya snickers at the blush coming to the other man’s ears as he fishes out his keys. “She likes it when I touch her from behind. It catches her off guard.”

With Alhaitham’s back to you, he unlocks the door and misses how Kaeya has you pressed against his chest and kissing your neck. He’s able to hear your change in breathing and quickly opens the door. “By all means,” he semi strains out, “fuck her for everyone to see.”

You hear Kaeya chuckle before pushing you inside, never letting you go. He suddenly has this need to be surrounded and absorbed by you. Just holding and kissing you isn’t enough. He needs more. He craves it. He wants you to melt on his tongue. And part of him wants to show this Alhaitham just how to treat you. This whole time, the knight has been fathoming just how to make this all work. And he thinks he has an idea. With the door barely locked, Alhaitham leads the two of you to his room for some privacy. Kaeya lays you on the bed and motions for Alhaitham to do the same. His voice is calculating yet playful when he finally speaks. “I have a proposal of sorts,” he starts. Alhaitham crosses his arms after he’s taken his shoes off. With a quirked up eyebrow he nods for Kaeya to continue. “We both love her. And I can tell that we are men above fighting over her affections, considering we are both very special to her. I’m sure she told you the nature of our argument earlier?”

“K-Kaeya, I’m s-sorry for what I said-“ you try to interrupt.

A cool hand cups your cheek as Kaeya kisses your nose. “I know you are, snowflake. But since I still have duties in Mondstadt and you’re here…”

Alhaitham uncrosses his arms with a hmph. “Are you suggesting we share her? As in a polygamous relationship?” Kaeya merely nods and catches your gaze. You’re completely aghast. It’s true you love the both of them and couldn’t be without the other, but will the two of them get along? Is this something Alhaitham would even agree to? He’s not one to share so you’re sure he’s gonna say—

“I would like that.”

“What?!”

“Are you saying you don’t love the two of us?”

You struggle to respond to Alhaitham’s quip but find yourself stuttering over your words. You never thought he would agree. So, he really does love you that much huh? You then go over the pros and cons in your head and you can’t honestly think of anything. Except one thought comes up. “What about the two of you?” You ask, pointing between the two men.

Kaeya has an evil smirk as he approaches Alhaitham and brings him into a surprise kiss. Alhaitham’s yelp of surprise is cut off by the man in front of him grabbing at his chest. It’s quiet, with the exception of the two men kissing beside you. When they break apart, they’re breathless and the lust elevates between the three of you. Kaeya chuckles at the gray haired man’s expression as he licks his lips. “I can see why she’s so smitten with you.”

The scribe tries to recompose himself as he realizes what’s about to transpire. He catches your reaction out of the corner of his eye and doesn’t hesitate to kiss Kaeya again. His hands cup the knight's face as he stands to grind his hips into the other. Kaeya lightly groans into the kiss and starts to lose himself to the man he should be detesting. Alhaitham loosens his grip on Kaeya’s face and trails his hands down the other’s chest and down to his hips, lifting a leg to feel just how hard Kaeya is. The kiss is sloppy and messy, the opposite of Alhaitham in every way and it is turning you on so much. Seeing their kiss has you rubbing your thighs together as you try to inch closer to the two loves of your life. You bite your lip to hold back your whine at being ignored. Why do they get to have all the fun?

Alhaitham is the first to pull away and turn to you. His pupils are blown out not just from the kiss but the way your eyes glaze over with lust as his chest heaves up and down. “Don’t tell me you’re feeling left out.” His eyes wander to your thighs and he smirks. “I thought this is what you wanted? The two of us to get along?” Kaeya then rolls his hips into Alhaitham’s, causing him to give a low moan as the knight unwraps himself from the latter.

“Oh? Is our snowflake greedy?” You find yourself nodding dumbly as Kaeya traces the back of his finger across your face. The lust in his tone has you hissing from his fleeting touch. You move on the bed to sit on your knees, with your face looking up toward the two now very horny men. His hand slowly wraps around your neck with his thumb rubbing at your throat. Your gaze is pleading with him to tighten his grip. He gives a quick squeeze and your eyes roll back, almost losing your balance. His other hand caresses your face then falls down to your chest, lightly playing with your collar bone before rubbing his palm over your pert nipple. You want more, no you need more, so you arch your back into his touch. At your reaction Kaeya pulls away. “Not yet, darling. I have to show Alhaitham how to touch you correctly. So save it for him, okay?”

You can only nod as Alhaitham has already discarded some of his clothes on his own accord. With confidence, Alhaitahm now kisses you directly. The taste of the cocktail you had and his own breath mingle for a smell and taste that has both of you begging for more. His tongue licks at your lips before he sucks at your neck. With your eyes closed in pleasure, you miss Kaeya remove his shirt and place himself behind Alhaitham. You feel Alhaitham shudder slightly as his hands find your waist. “Cup her breasts,” Kaeya whispers in his ear. “Her nipples are sensitive. You might even like to lick them. Like this…” He leans over from behind Alhaitham who leaned over and suckles your breast while cupping and pinching the other. He pulls away with a pop and kiss Alhaitham’s cheek. “Just like that. And don’t worry, she likes it rough.”

That’s all Alhaitham needs to hear before he repeats the actions Kaeya had just done. You gasp in surprise and struggle to stay on your knees. Gray hairs tickle your chest, giving you a sense of comfort. You feel him bite at your nipple and you grab onto his hair for leverage.

Although his mouth is occupied you can still hear him command you. “Keep your eyes on me.” You slowly open your eyes and see his intense gaze boring into yours. He adds the pressure to the breast in his mouth, fondling your other breast harder. It’s weird being under his spell of passion. You never thought he would be trying to make you break in this way. As much as you wanna look away, you can’t. You pull at his hair when he sucks on your nipple as your breath hitches. You breathed heavily through his nose and snickers. With your attention on Alhaitham, you miss the way Kaeya had snuck behind you. His hands are on your hips as he kisses at your neck. You can feel his bare chest against your back, and his warm erect penis against your ass.

You feel him breathe against your ear and your head falls back against him. “Nuh uh, snowflake. I think he said to keep your eyes on him. But let’s get you more comfortable, hm?” With almost practiced form, Kaeya moves back and pulls you so you’re sitting in between his legs as Alhaitham doesn’t break contact with you and moves with you. Your walls clench feeling Kaeya’s erection on your back in anticipation. The man behind you spreads your legs, giving Alhaitham better access to your awaiting body. Lithe fingers all over your body have your head spinning. The scribe releases your breast with a pop and grabs at the back of your head with controlled force.

“I told you,” he growls out, “to keep your eyes on me.” Your hips shake from Kaeya running his fingers around your hips, teetering dangerously close to your lower lips. Alhaitham then slots his lips over yours, darting his tongue into your mouth. The more you kiss him, the more you love the taste of him. You could get drunk off of it. You feel his hands cup your breasts and play with your nipples and you keen into the kiss. The kiss is suddenly interrupted when you whimper out.

“Oh fuck!”

Alhaitham huffs and looks down between your legs. The temperature in the room elevates as he watches Kaeya’s fingers in a haze. The way they open and play with your lips, sliding up and down your pussy. Your breathing shallows as his fingertips keep coming close to your clit but never touches. You wanna buck your hips for more but being in between the two men makes it difficult.

While Kaeya may be playing with you, his eyes are focused on Alhaitham. The way his eyes never leave your pussy has the knight grinning. He spreads your lips wider cause a main to erupt from your throat. With a husky demeanor, Kaeya speaks up. “She gets messy when you’re slow with her.”

“I’m not incompetent in the bedroom,” Alhaitham quickly quips.

“But you don’t know her likes, what turns her on…” Kaeya trails off for a second. “What makes her do this.” He emphasizes by inserting a finger inside your wet pussy, causing you to whine loudly. Your back arches a bit off him and your abs contract. The two toned eyed man in front of you sighs with a gruff before he removes a hand from your chest and copies Kaeya’s movements. He’s also keenly aware of the electricity between him and the knight when their fingers touch. “She feels good doesn’t she?”

Alhaitham tries to ignore the question to enjoy the feeling of your walls clenching around their fingers. Both men have a finger in you, Kaeya closer to your clit with the other below. Their fingers going in and out together has your body needing to shake in pleasure. You’re sure this is a metaphor for something but you’re too blissed out to notice.

“Do you think you could move? You’ve had more time to do this than I have.”

“Heh,” Kaeya chuckles, “are you trying to take charge?”

Their pace inside you increases and your grip on the two men tightens. You’re not sure who, but someone just barely graded your clit and a high pitched moan escapes your lips.

“It would be better. I’ve known her longer.”

Behind you Kaeya rolls his his and starts to rub your aching bud. “Yeah? We’ll have you made her cum so hard she can’t walk? Or made her scream in ecstasy from being fucked over and over.” He inserts two fingers in your slit, making it now three fingers, with his thumb rubbing over your clit.

Alhaitham’s fingers spread your lips again as your juices coat his fingers. “It’s something I’ve wanted to do for awhile,” his breathing got deeper. “And since I’ve already passed the tutorial, I’d like to have my turn.”

You groan in pleasure and frustration before finally speaking up.

“Would you both,” you pant, “shut up and fuck me?”

You hear some possessive chuckling as their fingers increase their speed. You shut your eyes in pleasure, your head falling back into Kaeya’s chest with your own heaving. “I-I’m so close! It feels so, so good!” Your arms weakly reach out for the man in front of you grabbing for him to kiss you. He easily falls into the temptation of your lips and silences any moans. His finger inside curls with the captain’s and you whimper into his lips. You feel your walks clench and that cook inside needing to be releaswd.

Kaeya breathes heavily behind you, his cock throbbing at the thought of being inside you. And from being challenged by the man to your front. He’s so used ri being in charge, but having someone who also is used to it is invigorating for the cryo user. It’s sexy and he likes it a little too much. “Aw, you’re close aren’t you? Come on baby girl, cum for us. Let him see what he’s been missing.” Almost as if on command, your hips shake as your orgasm overwhelms you. Before it hits, Alhaitham speeds his finger and releases your lips to hear the beautiful melody that is your release. You cum hard on their fingers, body rolling to help you through the sensation. Both men slow their fingers as two pairs of lips attach to your neck and collar bone. Kaeya leaves fleeting kisses in your sweaty skin before he bites your earlobe. “I think he wants to fuck you. But shouldn’t you prepare him?”

You bite your lip in anticipation and gently push Alhaitham off of you. You maneuver your body to be on all fours in front of the scribe. You start to crawl toward him and lower your body to rest on your stomach. Your hands make good work of his pants to free his cock from its confines. It stands tall, the tip wet with pre cum as it throbs against his chest. You’ve always imagined what his cock would look like and it’s better than your imagination. You unconsciously lick your lips. Above you, Alhaitham cups your face and stares down at you with love and lust. “Just like before, keep your eyes on me.”

You nod eagerly as you slowly wrap your lips around the head. Your tongue swirls around the head and dips into the cleft of it. Alhaitham grips your hair, forcing you to go down further. He’s bigger than you thought, and that makes it all the better. You hollow your cheeks and work your tongue up and down his shaft. The look of lust and desire in his eyes goes straight to your cunt as you raise your hips and shake them. A harsh slap comes to your ass that makes you wet and moan on Alhaitham’s dick. Behind you, Kaeya gives your ass another smack before you feel the tip of his cock mess with your lower lips. You keen backwards and shut your eyes in pleasure. Suddenly, you feel a light slap to your cheek. Possessive eyes meet your glassy ones. “I told you to keep your eyes on me. I don’t care what he’s doing to you.”

Kaeya chuckles. “I’m getting ready to fuck her. Is that alright, snowflake?”

You pull off of Alhaitham’s wet and leaking cock to nod and pant out. “Yes, I’m good master.”

“Good girl,” Kaeya congratulates. “Now make sure to suck him dry as I fuck you, okay?”

You agree and go back to sucking off Alhaitham. The scribe tosses his head back as your warm mouth takes him again. His breath escapes with a groan as his hand stays firm on your head. “Is this what he’s reduced you to? An eager slut who loves sucking my cock? You always wanted to be between two men,” Alhaitham hisses as you take him to the base. “So fucking dirty.”

“The scholar has a nasty mouth on him. I like it,” Kaeya comments before his erect penis slides inside you, your essence acting as lubricant. “Oh you always feel so good, princess. Take your master’s cock.” He slams his hips into you and you give a muffled yelp. Your grip on the scribes thighs tighten as Kaeya sets a brutally teasing pace. He starts at nice and slow, letting you get adjusted to him and then pistons into you. Saliva falls out the corner of your mouth as he pounds you, making it hard to focus on the dick in your mouth. Kaeya is unrelentless, incredibly turned on by the two people in front of him. He knows he loves you, and maybe in time he’ll love the man you're blowing. Kaeya is sure of it. With how tightly he’s gripping your skin, you’re sure his nails will leave indents. That thought has you moving your hips back into him. All the while, Alhaitham still hasn’t broken eye contact with you.

All he can think of is how good you’re making him feel. He wants this all the time and never wants to let you go. You’ve already cum once and he assumes you’ll cum again, so finally having intercourse with you will have to wait. He doesn’t want to tire you out, and from the night you’ve had he thinks two orgasms is enough. He feels the need to unload himself into you, a feeling he’s used to on some lonely nights but being able to do this with you is something else entirely. Kaeya is groaning and grunting behind you as your walls clench around him. He knows he’s getting close and can judge that his new partner is too. So to make things easier, he leans over to rub at your clit viciously. He feels you shake and you stop to yell in muffled pleasure. You suck on Alhaitham. Hard.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum if you do that.” Hearing this, you suck him harder as Kaeya’s fingers bring you closer to the edge of ecstasy. Alhaitham’s husky voice is enough to bring you to your knees but hearing it in this capacity has you seeing stars. You feel his hips buck up into your mouth as his hand speeds up. “Shit, I’m gonna cum. You better take it all. I don’t wanna see a drop on these sheets, you understand? Take all my cum.” You hear him grunt through his teeth, his hot cock throbbing in your mouth. Before you know it, his hips rise and his hand presses down as he releases into your mouth. Curses and mumbles of your name flow from his lips as his balms empty down your throat. You pause your ministrations to catch his face in utter ecstasy.

It’s beautiful. You want to remember this face for a long time.

His cum tastes a little salty, kind of like his attitude, and you wouldn’t have it any other way. After seeing Alhaitham succumb to euphoria, Kaeya holds onto you tighter as he quickens his pace. “Such a good girl, making him cum like that. Now take my seed, princess. I know you wanna be full of me. And since,” he thrusts hard, “you’re so obedient, don’t spill a drop.” With your mouth free, you’re able to moan and whimper as loud as you want. Your throat gets no reprieve as Kaeya pounds into you.

“F-fuck Kaeya, you feel so good.” That earned you a spank to your ass.

“That’s not,” he spanks you again. “That’s not what you call me.” He rubs your clit hard as tears come to your eyes.

“I-Im sorry! It felt so, so good! Can I, can I cum?” Your whines and pleads are a symphony to the two men as the knight finally reaches his climax with a loud whimper. He empties himself into you, holding you against him. You hear him mutter about how you’re a good girl and how good you feel. From the rush of intense and overwhelming emotions, and the physical stress you were under, it’s no surprise you passed out.

Alhaitham is concerned when you’re very clearly sleeping and Kaeya is still inside you. He coughs, “shouldn’t you remove yourself? I guess we fucked her so hard she couldn’t handle it.”

Kaeya gently removes himself from you and trails kisses down your cheek to your neck. He signs softly before asking, “where’s your bathroom? I’ll clean her up so she won’t wake up with all this filth.” Alhaitham points him where to go and he has a moment alone with you. Goodness, you’re even more beautiful asleep. He can’t help but leave a small kiss on your lips. Kaeya returns with water and a towel, immediately cleaning you up without waking you. The temperature in the room starts to drop as the lust fades. Alhaitham returns to the bed and sees Kaeya do the same opposite you. “We can talk in the morning,” Alhaitham concludes, “I think rest is most important for us right now.”

*****

The sunlight peaks into the bedroom, causing you to awake from your slumber. You get up and stretch, feeling some soreness across your body. You turn to the left and see Kaeya, a warm smile coming to your face. You turn to the right and notice the sleeping form of Alhaitham. The butterflies return to your stomach as you brush some of his hair out of his eyes. The sunlight makes him look ethereal in the morning and you want to see this all the time. You lightly kiss his nose before snuggling back into bed, realizing that the unthinkable is possible with your research and in your love life, the future looking bright.

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In father's embrace

synopsis: Genshin men as dads and what your family dynamic is like.

pairings: Ayato, Thoma, Alhaitham, Kaveh, Tighnari x fem!reader (separately)

tw: fluff, established relationship, mentions of pregnancy

word count: 7.2k words

a/n: I really wanted to write Diluc and Kaeya, but realized that I can't create something new since I already have a family AU with them. Here's the materlist's link if you are interested! Also you can find the HSR version of this here!

Ayato 

This man is a dad of twins - a boy and a girl. Both babies took more in their mom’s appearance, but have his soft violet eyes and honestly? This man adores you, his wife, so when he sees your kids develop more and more of your features as they grow - his heart can’t be fuller.

He is a fun and patient dad - he will teach them anything they ask him to, and offer guidance, yet still leaving space for them to learn some on their own. He also enjoys when they sneak into his study during his working hours (because mom decided to take a nap, and Thoma went out grocery shopping, and they are so-so boooooored), letting them wander around the room for the nth time, touching all the trophies and scrolls he has there (all the things that could be of danger were long removed), and when they eventually feel sleepy, crawl closer to him to nap, resting their heads on his thighs while he stays in his kneeling position, writing.

Even if they look a lot like you, it’s so easy to tell that they are his kids - the mischief babbling in their little bodies is untamable for the longest time, and Ayato loves it. Sure, sometimes it is a headache, and mostly for you, but at least they didn’t develop strange tastes in food like their father. More than once they used their similar looks to play pranks on the staff members or their parents, dressing in each other’s clothes and going about their day like that. What does their father think of it? Two words - “promising” and “entertaining”.

They are also their aunt’s absolute delight. Ayaka adores them, showering the two with gifts and attention. And even though she and Ayato are not twins like her niece and nephew - she still feels warmly nostalgic whenever she witnesses their interactions.

Best aunt - thanks to her Vision the twins experienced the joy of ice skating, lessons of etiquette became more fun (though still effective), more days off were granted to her brother to spend time with his family (she practically started stealing his paperwork at some point to fulfill it on her own). She and Thoma are making your life so much easier and for the first time Ayato truly feels at peace and like he is living his life at its fullest. The quiet rooms of the Kamisato Estate are finally filled with joyous laughter and summer warm happiness - his kids are bringing back the light to the gloomily strict atmosphere of the family house.

But sometimes the two only add the workload to his plate in the most wild ways possible.

Ayato closely observes one of his kids - presumably the son - as both the parent and the child are sitting in the room dedicated to the twins’ studying. They have the best tutors Inazuma could provide and both showed exceptional results in all their classes. Even if one of them failed an examination on the first try - the second one was always a success. That was until you walked in on your daughter rewriting her history test, only to discover your son in her place, with his sister’s clothes and blue locks tied in her manner. And that’s when the truth came to light.

Honestly it was no surprise their teachers never suspected anything - only four people could tell the twins apart easily - you, Ayato, Ayaka and Thoma, though the latter had trouble with that occasionally, and your children made sure to speak as similar as possible once the idea of replacing each other appeared. Of which you also learned that day Ayato and you sat them down and urged to tell you everything. The scolding about cheating from you and a lecture from Ayato on the topic of how important it is to do as good as you can on your own were provided, but in the end you just hugged them and said that you do not expect them to be perfect in everything, which left the kids relieved.

But from then on Ayato has been in charge of supervising the twins during their exam retakes. Just like today.

“Public diplomacy, national security, diplomatic etiquette, hm…” the head of the Kamisato clan skips across the paper with questions the tutor gave him beforehand on the latest topic of international relationships. He notices how his child doesn’t fidget and doesn’t even let the eyes run across the room - the straight posture and neutral expression etched on a thirteen-year old’s face is admirable. But he does note the uncharacteristic stiffness. Along with another major thing.

“Princess, where is your brother?”

Eyes widen slightly, but that’s enough to prove that he is correct. He watches his daughter hesitate for a moment, though there is no doubt in his mind that neither of his children would ever lie to him or their mother. And the defeated sigh shows as much.

“Sorry, father,” the girl lowers her gaze in apology. Fishing a hairpin from behind her brother’s kimono lapel, she makes quick work of collecting her hair. Then she looks into his eyes again.

“He is in my room, pretending to be me and probably stressing. Before you ask why we decided to switch - he begged me to.” “Oh?” Ayato puts the papers to the side and rests his chin on an open palm. “Could you please elaborate?” “Remember how we went to the Kujo residence for a playdate?” Her father hums, already getting a vague understanding of what’s going on. “And when we accidentally overheard how the oldest son was being scolded by his father for not doing enough in his studies. And brother got it into his head that if he keeps failing not once but more times, you are going to be disappointed in him. I know he studied for this retake, I helped him with that, but at the last moment he got anxious, and, well, here I am. Like all those years ago.”

“I see,” the man in front of her nods, and she doesn’t see any negative emotion painted on his face. Quite the contrary, he smiles.

“Be a dear, go get your brother and come back together. Change the clothes though. Oh, and tell him I am not mad, okay?” “Okay, father,” she mirrors his smile and relief flashes in her eyes - the girl truly cares for her twin, and that warms Ayato’s heart.

When half an hour later both arrive there is already a table served with tea and sweets, and the head of the Kamisato family immediately invites them to take their seats. His daughter looks calm, which can’t be said about his son - the boy has the most miserable look on his face, holding onto his sister’s hand and staring at the surface of the tea in his cup. Ayato decides to speak first.

“Kujo family is the last people one should take as an example,” his firm, yet reassuring tone makes his son glance at him. “Sure, they are respected, but their methods are too old-fashioned, and the way they treat their children is no good. Do you understand, little blossoms?”

They nod and even if Ayato doesn’t see it, he knows they squeeze each other’s hand.

“You better do, because neither me nor your mother will ever push you to the point of devastation. In studies as well,” the boy bites his lip. “I am serious. I will not be disappointed in either of you if you have to retake one test again and again. Striking for perfection is a good goal, but not when you torture yourself physically and emotionally to achieve it.”

“But father…” his son lifts his eyes and stares right into Ayato’s and it shoots right through his chest how vulnerable the kid looks. “You are perfect. And I don’t want to let you down…” “Me? Perfect? Oh, dear,” the man can’t hold a light laugh back. “Ask your mother and she’ll prove you so wrong, trust me. And none of you is letting me down - you should be proud of yourselves. At such young age you both show bright talents and knowledge - and it’s okay if it’s not the case for every possible field of studies. This is general education, later you’ll get more practice to catch up, or concentrate on your strongest abilities. Listen,” he addresses his son specifically, and the boy cocks his head to the side a little, “be more confident and trust your sister if she insists you are doing well. Don’t be afraid to ask questions and come to me if you feel unsure, alright?”

The boy glances down, letting the words sink in, and Ayato patiently waits. In his mind he admits that it's his oversight - he should've noticed earlier that one of his kids has been struggling. Now he will make sure to change that.

Eventually his son deeply sighs and looks at the adult in front of him with trust reflecting in those pretty eyes.

“Alright,” he nods with a small smile lifting the corners of his lips. Slowly standing up and letting go of his twin’s hand, he rounds the table and steps right into Ayato’s outstretched arms, wrapping his own around the man’s neck.

“Thank you, father,” he whispers right before burying his face into haori-clad shoulder. “I love you so much.”

And the man smiles, whispering those words back and soothingly patting his back, as the daughter shows him thumbs up with the tenderest look in her eyes.

Thoma

This man is such a sweet dad - nearly cried, when your first child, a girl, was delivered. Same was when a couple years later the son was born too.

Juggling his work and caring for his kids was never an issue for him. A big part of it was played by the Kamisato couple, who allowed him to bring first his daughter and then his son to work, when each of them was old enough. Which, most likely, was what prompted the Kamisatos to have their own kids - one day years ago you and Thoma wanted to have a date night - one you haven't had in a while - and Ayato's wife offered to watch your little baby girl. Does it need to be mentioned she wanted her own kids after that?

Thoma's kids are taught to be polite and respectful, but not overly reserved and quiet, no - in your own house the man would literally let them destroy the kitchen in attempts to bake something as an experiment and then turn cleaning it up into a fun game of three, or four, if you decide to join.

He is that kind of dad, who constantly falls asleep with both kids nestled on his chest and his arms wrapped around them, with a book of tales either lying on his stomach or abandoned on the floor. You literally mastered your technique of waking him up without stirring the kids, so you could bring the two to their rooms.

Your kids love walks, whether it’s in the city or admiring the scenery near the Kamisato Estate. When it’s in the city though, the four of you attract attention without a fail. Especially elders, who coo at the image of Thoma holding his daughter’s hand and you cradling your little boy to your chest. You are literally showered in little gifts and are offered many discounts, because everyone adores and respects your family. At some point for a short period of time a rumor was running around Inazuma City, that if you get to see all four members of the Kamisato retainer’s family, luck is going to follow you through the day. Thoma had to ensure it came to an end, wanting to keep you three safe and not being followed around in your leisure time.

To summarize it’s needless to say that this man is a natural when it comes to being a father. He already aced being a great husband, you never had any doubt that the same would be true about becoming a dad. And it brings you so much joy that your kids are aware of it.

Making your husband's lunch is an essential part of your morning routine. Sure, the Kamisato Estate provides its workers with meals and breaks, but knowing how much Thoma loves your home-cooked meals, you'll never refuse him this pleasure. 

On days like today you pack two more lunches, for your kids - yesterday they expressed their desire to go and help their dad. But you are more than aware of the plan they've had in their mind for the longest time. That's why you turn a blind eye and chop fruits particularly loudly, when you ten- and four-year olds sneak into the kitchen and hide something in the wrapper of an already packed lunch.

And when they were leaving and every member of your family gave you kisses, you couldn’t help but notice the decreased stack of small papers you have in the hall to make notes.

Maybe next time, you’ll ask your kids to join.

Thoma bringing his kids to work is always a pleasant surprise to the Estate’s staff. Even the guards by the gates can’t keep their composure, when the girl cheerfully greets them, wishing a good day, and the boy softly chirps a little “hi” and shyly waves his hand at them. Next person they always meet is Furuta - and the old lady adores their greeting ritual and is the one who looks after the fellow housekeeper’s kids when they help or play outside. But if usually the woman just makes small compliments to the children and chides Thoma for not bringing them over more, today his daughter breaks the routine - she suddenly lets go of his hand and quickly runs to her father’s colleague and asks her to speak in the corner. A bit stunned, the blonde watches the two move farther and start quietly talking. The boy in his arms curiously watches them and then, as if realizing something claps his hands.

“What is it, cookie?” But the only answer he receives is merry giggling.

The next strange thing happens, when the three of them arrive in his room - kids, looking as suspicious as possible, start making excuses to go and play first, though they usually insist on following him around unless they get bored, and as they disappear behind the door with his daughter’s bag - Master Ayato requests his visit. 

Getting out of his office only an hour later, Thoma has to rush to his duties, realizing that he’ll have to speed up if he wants to finish everything the blue-haired man has just told him to do. He even handed him a list with tasks, which never happened. What’s going on?

Not finding the children in his room, he decides to start without them, assuming they'll join him later. Okay, what’s the first thing on the list… Check all the chairs. Alright…

Luckily this piece of furniture isn’t numerous in the residence, giving the culture of Inazuma, and Thoma knows perfectly every single room where he can find them. What he wasn’t expecting to find is the folded papers on the seats of some of those. Upon unfolding each revealed a single letter. Strange… Well, at least the chairs themselves are in the required condition.

Tucking the papers in his pocket and fishing the list out of the other one, the man checks his next destination. Check all the bushes around the main building. Blinking, he looks again. No, the handwriting is definitely his master’s, but the contents? In his style, but why so sudden?

Following every single point, Thoma manages to find in total 13 papers with letters on it, before the list stops being weird and advises the housekeeper to dedicate the time before lunch to his common responsibilities. Which he, with an exhale of relief, proceeds to fulfill.

When the time for lunch rolls around, kids, as if magically, reappear at his side and innocently smile at him, asking how he spent his time. He promises to tell them over lunch.

Lunch, that brings him four more pieces of paper. And suddenly, both kids are not that interested in food.

“Make a phrase, make a phrase!” His daughter chants, holding her brother in her lap, and the little boy claps his hands, chanting ‘make! make!’. Already realizing that all of this was their meticulously crafted plan (to participate in which they managed to convince quite a few people), Thoma doesn’t oppose, putting all the papers on the table in front of him. 

S V E E T S I R H E Y B T

And A P A P which he got from his lunch.

“The” is guessed immediately. “Is” as well. When he reaches for the “A P A P” to add it to the pile, the girl suddenly lunges forward, putting her hand on top of it and shaking her head. Alright, not yet.

S V E E T R Y B is left. Okay, maybe “very” and… “best”!

Moving the pieces around in utter concentration, the man puts the words in the right order. And only then the ten-year old lifts her hand. With a baited breath he moves the four remaining pieces a little more and his heart skips a beat, and the summer-green eyes widen.

PAPA IS THE VERY BEST

“Surprise!” The girl beams with the widest smile, hugging her brother. “We wrote it together! See how some of the letters are clumsy? He did it!” She proudly looks at the boy, gently ruffling his hair. “Recently he was trying to learn how to write! You are the first one who sees it, even mom didn’t! And we chose this phrase, because- dad, are you crying?”

Warm silent tears are indeed running down his cheeks and the man nods, not trusting his voice. A whirlwind of emotions overtakes him, making it a little hard to formulate his thoughts, but he reacts immediately when his kids rush to him, opening his arms and catching them in a tight embrace. He'll tell them how touched he is, he'll praise them, he'll declare his love for them again and again. A tiny bit later. Now he just needs to hold them and hear that he, for real, "is the very best papa".

Alhaitham and Kaveh

Listen, just LISTEN - imagine these men’s pure shock when their wives surprise them over a double date at Kaveh’s house with their pregnancies. Like, AT THE SAME TIME. Kaveh is gaping at his woman, but Alhaitham is no better - a glass with wine frozen in air in the middle of his attempt to put it back on the table as his eyes are not blinking, glued to his spouse. The blonde would be the first one to break from his stupor and tightly hug his wife, kissing all over her face all laughter and little jumping in place, while his junior would finally put the glass down and beckon his woman onto his lap and bury his face in her neck with arms around her body, quietly thanking her for amazing news.

The kids are not even formed in the women’s stomachs, but they already have a story to share.

Alhaitham

Despite not giving the impression the man likes the idea of being a father to a child together with you, his beloved. Of course the pregnancy was planned, but even he couldn’t predict the possibility of you and his friend’s wife being pregnant at the same time. Though he does find it a little amusing and can’t lie to himself that watching you and your female friend discuss the nursery designs, the clothes, the gender, the two babies becoming akin to siblings warms his heart.

He always loved quiet evenings with you, but later, as your bump got more and more prominent, he finds himself craving your back pressed to his chest and his palms cradling your rounding stomach. He talks to his kid in there, reads them books and soothes, when they are restless and don’t let you sleep that well. And that’s how early on you understood who’s going to be the one putting your newborn to sleep, because your persuasions didn’t work that well.

And your husband doesn’t mind. He actually loves cradling his daughter - yes, it’s a little girl! - to his chest and lull her to sleep - it gives him an unimaginable sense of fulfillment.

As your little wonder grows older, Kaveh can’t help but comment how similar her scowl is to her father’s - combined with the annoyed sharp glare of the eyes she also got from him. But that’s only when she is being capricious. Most of the time she is calm and sporting your sweet smile, voice soft and eyes lacking the mentioned above sharpness. 

By the way, she is older than Kaveh’s kid, which makes the Scribe just a little bit smug.

Alhaitham is all too happy to be the one educating her. He makes sure to balance her time spending with him and her time spending with you, encouraging her to engage in your hobbies and have a mother-daughter time. But the most he loves the time the three of you spend together - be it as simple as grocery shopping, having a meal together or cuddling in the evening, or going on whole little expeditions, because his girl wants to explore something on the topic she is currently interested in.

Oh, and he is so biased when it comes to her. There is only one non-scholar kid in all of Sumeru who has her own personal access to the House of Daena, research laboratories, research data and the Scribe’s office at any working hour - and that’s your daughter.

“Look, that’s the Scribe’s wife!”

Taken aback, you stop in your way when at least a dozen students surround you. Raising an eyebrow you survey their faces thoughtfully, noting that they seem to be quite desperate. But even before you can open your mouth they interrupt.

“Tell him to let us in! We have applications to submit!”

“And I have questions why mine was declined!”

“I need his signature on my thesis papers!”

“He locked himself inside with your daughter and said not to disturb their nap! Unbelievable-”

“And how exactly can I help?” You cut through the cacophony of their voices. Students look at you as if you’ve just grown a second head.

“...you are his wife? You can influence him.” “First of all, demanding something from a person you barely know is simply rude,” you narrow your eyes and a chill runs down some of the spines - for a moment you looked just like your husband. “Secondly, I am not involved in his work and I don’t plan to. Now, please, step aside.”

“You can’t be so cruel!”

“Oh, and you can? Let me guess, at least half of you missed deadlines, a small portion made mistakes again and the rest are not in an urgent need to see my husband, but decided to stick with others in hopes that getting to him right now will work?”

Leaving them stunned by your easy guess, you finally push your way through, holding a box with food you brought for lunch close to your chest. Once in front of the door you don’t even have the time to raise a fist for knocking, because the door unlocks and opens, revealing the tall man behind it.

Silently and quickly you step inside and the door shuts again, the key turns in the lock and then is thrown on the nearest table. The office meets you with welcomed tranquility, and dimmed lights are a nice contrast to the blindingly white walls of the Akademiya.

“So, you heard everything? They said you were napping,” you question his guess of when to open the door to let you in. Alhaitham rolls his eyes, glaring at the hindrance you left behind the door, and then takes the box from you.

“I was, but since I lent my earpieces I could hear the commotion in the corridor,” with his free hand he takes yours and leads you further into the room. There, on the sofa, you spot your daughter - wearing her dad’s device and napping, curled under his cape.

“Oh Dendro Archon, she is so adorable,” you coo in awe. “Look how big your things are on her!”

“She demanded I take a break and sit with her,” the Scribe hums, putting the food on the table and then locking both of his arms around you in an embrace. “But the more she was reading to me while sitting at my side, the sleepier she was getting, so we decided to nap.”

You listen to him, while observing your precious girl. She seems serene and content, holding onto the gold-embroidered piece of fabric, surely containing her father’s soothing scent. The earpieces are adjusted to hold onto her head and in silence you can even catch the faintest sounds of a melody. Ah, if only you had a Kamera with you…

“Let’s get her her own earpieces and cape.”

“The cape is unnecessary, but I did consider the device. I could make her her own, especially since she’s been complaining about having hard times to concentrate while she is at the Akademiya.” “But with the cape she’d be just like you!”

“Am I alone not enough for you already?” Light turquoise eyes are hard to read, but you manage to catch a shadow of amusement.

“But matching outfits are charming! Like, remember the last time we’ve been to Kaveh’s? The whole family had matching robes!”

“Then you’ll have to dress like me too.”

“If I am to get an intricate cape and a device to block the sounds of you huffing - I don’t mind.”

Alhaitham huffs. Then stops, realizing he’s just done what you were accusing him of, and you can’t help but laugh.

“Kidding, kidding. Let’s discuss it over lunch. Can you wake her while I am setting the table?”

Your husband nods and, receiving a quick peck to his cheek, releases you from his hold, stepping closer to the sofa.

As you busy yourself with the food, you occasionally glance at the two from the corner of your eye, absolutely swooning over how gently Alhaitham takes the earpieces off, tucking a lock of hair behind her ear, softly murmurs her name and coaxes her from sleep with the news that mommy came and brought delicious food with her. And when two sets of identical eyes look at you tenderly, a loving smile lights up your face.

Kaveh

Can you see this man sticking his finger in Alhaitham's direction and declaring that his kid is going to be senior to his friend's? Because I can. (Too bad he was wrong).

As well as I can see this man accidentally becoming supportive not only of you but the other man's family as well - and drawing the blueprints for both nurseries is probably only the beginning (but you were the only one whose every suggestion he took without arguing).

From day one his mind is set on being the best dad for your baby, just like he is the best husband to you. He reads books, seeks advice in Bimarstan, even writes letters to his mother in hopes she'll share her experience, that could help you. Though when it comes to shopping for your yet unborn baby, you have to physically restrain him from buying every single cute plushie or onesie he sees. 

When your daughter is born though, it's getting harder, because your own desire to spoil this golden-haired angel is unmeasurable. Maybe it's because she looks so much like your husband and you are projecting your need to shower him in love and affection and give everything you possibly can, but by the end of the day you just simply love her very much.

Kaveh adores doing anything creative with his daughter. She wants a mosaic in a frame on her wall? They'll put it from the little tiles together and Kaveh would hold her in his arms so she could hang it. She wants a dollhouse? They'll spend the time drawing the draft and picking colors and materials for EVERYTHING. And then he'll be building it, while she crafts little furniture. And it doesn't matter if she did it too small or too big - papa will help her adjust it.

But even so, Kaveh doesn't expect his daughter to be some genius or follow in his steps. No, he knows he'll love her even if she stops sharing the creative approach with him. He knows better than anyone how crushing it is to have everyone's expectations to loom over you and predatory gazes watch tirelessly, anticipating the moment you fail. He gives a vow to himself, to you, to your girl, that he will be there no matter what. 

Matching. Outfits. You own so many it's almost worrisome. But your daughter loves them. There were a couple occasions when she drew her own designs for the three of you and you had it tailored, which left her absolutely ecstatic.

On that note, you believe Kaveh's (tiny) fear that she'll lose interest in creativity is going to be short-lived - especially after your visit to Fontaine to let your daughter meet her granny, which the girl spent with wide open eyes and mouth, absorbing everything around her to use it later.

Also having your daughter earned you a heavy supporter in moments when Kaveh starts to overwork. He can't resist the charm of both of his girls and is easily swayed to the nearest sofa/bed to cuddle and share lots of kisses. All his life he has been the anchor for others - now he has two people to be that for him.

Kaveh is easily spooked by sudden noises, and your eleven-year old daughter knows that. That's why she makes sure to tap her feet loud enough to hear their approach through the door of his study. Balancing a small tray with a cup of tea and your special dessert in one hand, she lifts the other to gently knock on the door.

"Come in, baby!" Reaching higher she pulls the handle.

The floor littered with crumpled papers isn't a new sight to her, just as her father's hunched back over the properly lit table. But when the door closes, the architect immediately puts the pencil down and turns around, giving her a big smile.

"Hi, sweety," he is beaming, seeing her adorable face and a growing smile, complementing those precious twinkles in her eyes.

"Hi, papa!" She chirps like a little birdie - her actual nickname - and Kaveh nearly drops his head in his palms and cries. How can he be a father to someone so tender?

"Mama said you are working and made you something! I helped," she lifts the tray, showing him what she has. "We hope you will like it."

Oh, he definitely will, he doesn't doubt it. Carefully wrapping his fingers around the edges, the man takes his late afternoon snack and brings it closer to his face, inhaling the sweet smell of the desert and a soothing aroma of the tea.

"Thank you, little birdie," he puts the tray aside and bends lower to wrap his arms around her and smooch her cheek. "You and mama are the best."

"Hehe, we know," she giggles. "You are the best too."

"Awww," Kaveh can't help but nuzzle against her cheek, gaining another giggle and a cute scrunch of her nose.

"Daaaaaaaad!"

"Sorry, sorry, baby, you are just so adorable. Just like your mama."

"But mama says I am pretty like you."

"Both can work together," he assures her, but a soft blush covers his cheeks. No matter how many years have passed, he still gets shy whenever his wife uses "pretty" to describe him.

"Okay!" She simply agrees, giving him a big hug. "Sorry, but I should be going now. Mama wants to go grocery shopping and I want to help her."

Now that she says this, Kaveh pays closer attention to her outfit - the white sundress with pink roses is definitely not something she'll wear at home.

"Alright then, let me escort you downstairs."

Standing up, he easily hoists her in his arms and lets her perch on his left one, as her arms wrap around his neck.

When they reach the hall, the girl has managed to make two braids in his hair, now twisting them around each other. Kaveh finds both her and your obsession with touching his hair amusing, but sometimes it feels nice and relaxing. And you did put him to sleep by scratching his head on multiple occasions.

You, who are standing in front of the mirror, and even witnessing just your profile, the architect is in love all over again. 

He should take you on a date later this week.

"Well, I definitely wouldn't mind that," you chuckle, turning to face him and offering your most teasing smile. Ah, he said the date part out loud, didn't he? "But right now I need to go and take care of our dinner's ingredients."

Your husband nods in understanding and puts your daughter down, dusting the skirt of her dress and making sure everything is intact. Getting a quick peck on the nose, he gives her one on the forehead and straightens up to immediately welcome you into his embrace and share a soft kiss.

“Be sure to take a break and enjoy the snack we made for you. And I mean it when I say taking a break. We all remember how you spilled your morning coffee over the blueprint and had to redraw everything again. You wouldn’t want that, would you?”

A wild shiver runs down Kaveh’s spine and he feverishly shakes his head. No, if there is one thing he is certain in it’s hating the repetition of this.

“You don’t have to remind me,” his heavy sigh ghosts over your skin. “And it won’t happen again.”

“I believe in you!” You cheer joyfully and it warms his heart.

“I believe in papa too!” Your daughter throws her fists in the air. “Papa can do anything!”

“Of course he can,” you gently nudge her back, ushering her to the front door. “See you soon, Kaveh. We love you.”

“I love you too.”

Waving at your leaving figures he waits until you shut the door and stick the key in the lock, before smiling to himself and returning to his study.

The tea got a little cold and the dessert’s top melted just a tiny bit, but both are still incredibly delicious. Leaning back in an armchair with a plate resting on his knee and a cup wrapped in his hands, the man feels happily at ease and two precious girls are the reason why.

Tighnari 

Frankly, I don't think Tighnari has ever given much thought to becoming a dad, let alone settling down with someone. But taking care of Collei, becoming her mentor, stepping so close to becoming a parental figure, probably played its role as well.

Biggest part, of course, was you - another pretty fennec hybrid, who, due to the same biological background, could share a lot of things with him that the man couldn't and honestly didn't want to bother explaining to others, he sure has other things to fulfill.

It took years of courting from both sides, but eventually, you two settled down together, content with each other as a partner. When the talk of kids happened, the forest ranger was hesitant - he knows he can handle a kid, he can handle ten if required thanks to his immense patience and love for teaching, but since you were different from humans, the man was aware that you could be carrying more than three babies at one time. Even if your body is built to handle it by evolution, he still didn't want to make you go through with so much. Initially. However when you looked so hopeful to have a family with your beloved, swore it's going to be just one time and then you'll keep using protection like before, he was convinced and actually quite excited.

So much nuzzling during your pregnancy. So much nuzzling when the babies are born - three beautiful boys and one girl, with the prettiest fluffy tails and ears of yours or his fur. He immediately jumped to being a father, without any complaint taking care of your kids, while you were recovering. He adores them so much, but at times hardly manages to keep an eye on all four - good thing you moved into a bigger house that is closer to the ground, because little explorers did try to escape outside on multiple occasions.

What gets Tighnari's heart burst like fireworks though? Spotting you napping with all of your babies huddled in your embrace, body practically curled around them and a tail resting on top. The first time it happened - maybe a couple of weeks after you gave birth to them - Tighnari left you alone with the kids to do an examination on the work of forest rangers in his absence, and when he returned back - he nearly collapsed from how adorable the five of you looked. Definitely joined.

From their early age he taught his kids everything about the forest so they would be prepared, and, even he won't ever admit it, it stirred something in his chest when they looked up at him with wonder and fascination in their gleaming eyes. They were also taught to be independent, but at the same time to work as a team, and they are so good at that.

The circle of four is absolutely perfect. Little hands are swift and precise, and the absolute concentration is written on the seven-year olds adorable faces. You and Tighnari even stopped your own grooming of each other’s tails to observe your kids’ routine of doing the same thing, but among themselves.

With four pillows on the floor they once again made themselves comfortable, just like every evening, equipped with different kinds of brushes and safe oils. 

You put your chin onto Tighnari's shoulder, still holding his tail in your lap, with yours resting under his palm, and make a soft sound, loud enough for him to recognize and not alert the kids. Your husband nods, purring in response and rubbing his cheek against your temple.

"They are so adorable, 'nari," you sigh, watching the four being so absorbed with their task that they don't even talk. The male couldn't agree more, lifting the corners of his mouth in a smile and then picking another brush to get busy with the tip of your tail.

"They absolutely got it from you, my dear. And did you notice how much progress they've made in the fur-caring routine?"

Tighnari doesn't see that, but you, still staring forward at your kids, clearly see how four pairs of ears prick up. How cute, someone wants the praise.

"That they did. And I don't know about you, but at the age of 7 I didn't even know that the fur has to be clean and taken care of anyhow. I guess, I never gave it much thought when my mom did it for me. Our little ones are so independent."

Four tails move a little, kids clearly delighted.

"You are right, they are," Tighnari hums, running his fingers through your now well-groomed fur, and your children hold their chins up proudly. "If only this independence didn't extend to trying to escape to the forest on their own against all of my warnings."

Inhumane eyes glare at the frozen bodies of the "explorers" in question, making them lower their gaze and pick up from where they stopped their routine. Oh, they know what they've done.

You can only sigh, fully understanding your husband's concerns, and finish tending to his tail.

Next is the balm you generously scoop onto your palm to rub into the rough texture of your fox-like pads. When you do the same for Tighnari, receiving a tender kiss to your nose, and then to each of your babies, as they walk to you one by one, still with guilty, pouty, but adorable faces, while your husband is putting away all the tools and products.

Soon your bed is occupied with all of your kids, snuggling to your sitting body and drowsily asking to sleep with you two tonight. Even the thought of making a dozen more steps to their own rooms is killing the last energy in them - the routine has an incredible side effect: they immediately become sleepy when they are done and you don't have much trouble with putting them to bed.

Especially when the bed is right here. The bed that became a large one not even a couple of months along their lives, because this has been a common occurrence.

"Mommy, daddy, can we sleep with you tonight, please?" Your daughter lifts her pleading eyes at you, being the one who managed to directly slide into your lap and into your embrace. Three boys, attached to your sides silently lift their eyes too, pouting in attempts to break your resolve. Which wasn't here in the first place.

"What'd you say, 'nari?" Chuckling, you look at your husband climbing onto the bed to join the five of you.

"Weren't we just discussing their independence? They can surely walk to their rooms. Come on, babies, back to your beds."

"Noooooooooo," their hold on you immediately becomes a death grip. "We want to stay with you!"

"Kids, I can't breathe-" you gasp from the crushing hug of at least two pairs of arms squeezing your middle.

"We want to stay, we want to stay, we want to stay!"

"That's what you should've told yourselves earlier this morning when you decided to get to the river with spinocrocodiles. That you want to stay. Home. Until I or your mother could go on a walk with you outside the village."

At his strict tone and at the reminder of them nearly losing their tails this morning to the sharp jaws of wild animals, four little foxes lower their eyes, ashamed. But they do relax their hold around you.

Tighnari sighs, rubbing his temples and contemplating when he's going to get his first gray hairs.

"Okay, I'll let you sleep with us tonight, BUT," he slightly raises his voice to emphasize, especially since the four immediately got in high spirits, "if something like this happens again - you are losing this privilege for a week. Are we clear?"

"Yes, daddy…"

"Yeah.."

"Mhm…"

"Sure, dad…"

And that's the only confirmation Tighnari needs before lifting the covers, because no matter how restless and disastrous your children can be - he has almost as hard a time as you do telling them "no".

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[anemo-hypostasis]

The Idiot | Alhaitham/Reader

Pairing: Alhaitham/F!Reader

Summary: Three gifts have been given to Alhaitham. Each is regretted. None can be taken back. By the docks of Port Ormos, the recipient himself comes knocking. TLDR: you and Alhaitham grow up together. 

“I am a fool with a heart but no brains, and you are a fool with brains but no heart; and we’re both unhappy, and we both suffer.” - Fyodor Dostoevsky, The Idiot

Forewarnings: slight nsfw, angst, hurt no comfort, childhood friends. 18+ only.

Note: This is the most convoluted and choppy piece I have ever written, so advanced apologies and sincerest regrets! 

WC: 5.3K

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In this world, giving and receiving are referred to as a couplet. Like the concluding lines in a Shakespearian sonnet, fresh cream and cut peaches, or the blazing sun and the gentle moon. Many items, ideas, and actions are destined to pair in the same way giving and receiving are. It is a shame that you have given everything, yet received nothing. Like death harvesting life, an endless bonfire gobbling up surrounding air, or soldiers losing lives to fight soldiers losing lives. Sometimes, it is hard to define it as an equilibrium, because it never evens out. It is Newton’s cradle, never existing in the same state yet existing together. Like Kepler’s elliptical orbits. Like an oil spill in the harbor.

The anchorage of Port Ormos brings sound to a once-silent ocean. Merchants advertise Inazuman lacquerware, the newest Sumeru City fashion fads, and bottled fragrances. Rose custard is sold instead of padisarah pudding. Intricate rugs of cobalt blue and sanded beige are sold on the street corner. I remember you. The smell of adhigama leaves. I remember everything about you. 

“I didn’t expect you to be one for seafaring.” He smells like Port Ormos, even though he’s a city boy. He’s been here for too long, and the stench has clung to him. 

“It’s nice to escape for a little bit. Sumeru City is suffocating sometimes. I’m sure you know how it is,” He doesn’t respond or settle down. Just does what he always does - looms. The wind tussles his cloak as you continue, “I heard you got a promotion.”

“Not for long, I hope. Being the Grand Sage doesn’t have any appeal to me. I much prefer the mediocrity and flexibility of my last position.” He never has been one for material gains or a boost in reputation. He told me as much. Did he change his hairstyle? I wish you would’ve just lied.

Perhaps that is why you have always given. The man who is uncaring about how he is perceived disregards the people around him. How delusional were you?

First, you gave him your word. It was five years short of a score ago, by the banks of the Sumeru River. People always scold children not to play in it because of the spinocrocodiles and its pollution, but at the time, it appeared magical. The ghost of the moon floated on the rushing current, and the two of you sat on a purple beach towel in hopes of seeing the soon-to-come eclipse. It had taken days of begging, but at the end of it all, you had gained both permission and a basket of packaged baklava.

“Did you know that one pistachio tree consumes forty gallons of water?” Plucking a stray pistachio in his mouth, the boy began devouring the preserved dessert. Honey and oil coated both of your hands, catching in your hair and smudging your face.

“Then how come they’re dry?” You responded, still chewing. 

“Ew, don’t talk with your mouth full. But, that’s a foolish question. The tree is not the same as the nut.” The boy’s eyes, cut in ornate lozenges, are blocked by sun visors handed out by the Rtawahist Darshan; his focus is transfixed on the moon’s iron-blood hue as if looking away could scare the celestial bodies back to normalcy and dissipate the scene. There is an identifiable tenacity in that gaze. It’s something you know, but that you never speak into existence. Like basic arithmetic. Like the burn of a red stove. Like adult secrets.

“It’s nice that you just, like, know everything. I wish I were like that… my governess always yells at me ‘cause I never remember anything.” The words are laced with the naivety of a child, but the boy, never adhering to the norm, musters a sardonic scoff. 

“That’s why I don’t have a governess or attend school. It’s much better for self-study, and there’s no one to hold you back in the name of collectivism,” There is a slight humor in the way the boy, no older than twelve, conducts his speech. It is an ironic contrast, the sweet tone of a child pronouncing diction used in seminar recounts, research essays, and upperclassman-level textbooks. He adds, “But I understand this is a situation unique to me. Most individuals my age are not as advanced in intellect, so this method may not benefit them. People think me odd or uneducated because of it.” 

“I’d never think that of you. I mean, so many boys are so cruel and mean, but you’re so smart and never act like that on purpose. Like how you knew about everything the Rtawahist presenter was sharing. I don’t like everyone else.” The moon augments into a shade reminiscent of curdled blood as you dote, and the boy does not stray from its view. He sighs.

“It will be hard for you to make other friends that way. Isolated friendships are unhealthy. Time should be evenly distributed across numerous interests.” How cold. Chilled gales connect themselves to pale strands of hair. Like dew on a frosted morning. Like streams of snowmelt.

“But you don’t hang out with other people, and you’re fine.” You refute.

“I’m different from other people. Even though you might not realize it yet, you’re not like me. Limiting yourself to me is rash and will cause you suffering.” The cicadas descend from a choir to a solo. The moon, basking in Tevyat’s figure, converts to full crimson. The Sumeru River is alight with God’s plague as if you and the boy had struck a staff into its icy peaks and converted it to blood yourselves.

“I’ll always be with you,” Like faith and doubt. Like bread and wine. Like iron and coal. He stills, and you continue, “I won’t ever hate you, so let’s stay together, Haitham.”

The Port is privy to action at hours subsequent to midnight. Legality is blind in the encompassing darkness of dusk, and the harbor reveals its covert treasures: women, contraband, and manpower. The Sab Al Bahr, your method of transport, had docked for the customary enterprises of nightlife in Port Ormos. Three women from Liyue - Lihua, Qingyi, and Tao - had made for excellent yet bittersweet company among the crew. By now, they will have been escorted to their new residence among the harrowing back alleys of Ormos, confined to a destitute bed in a room of a dozen similar women. The aura of liveliness comes at a cost of livelihood. Giving and receiving. Ebb and flow.

“It’s been years, hasn’t it? Since we’ve talked.” Unfamiliar awkwardness permeates the air. The estrangement of the familiar always leaves unease of a horrendous nature. I remember when I knew you. I remember when you knew me.

“I’d estimate around four. Our correspondence leaves much to be desired,” He sits on the garden curb behind you. There is disfavor in his voice as he asks, “Did you come from Sab Al Bahr?” 

“It was convenient from Liyue to Magador to Ormos. They’re not so bad.” Shame crawls up your cheeks, invisible to the naked eye but prominent to your senses. 

“Liyue… Prostitutes and finery, I presume? I can’t say I judged you as the type. The lifestyle of a pirate is quite different from that of a scholar. Even living amongst them must be quite the culture shock.” 

“I never was quite the scholar. Not like you. The passion left after I had my thesis rejected four times in a row, I think.” There is humor in your tone, poking fun at the detriment that appeared so intense once upon a time. The scuffle of decal boots approaching the dock’s ledge made you look back. The man sat down, a grimace tugging at groomed eyebrows and thin lips.

“Naeem Farhat was your chosen advisor. That was your first mistake - he was known for nitpicking any details that he found tedious or against his personal bias. It takes a student with a near-identical mindset to succeed under his tutelage. Personally, I thought Kifaya Hakim was the best choice for you; she provides critical yet honest feedback and focuses on celestial movement patterns in conjunction with various geological points.” There it is. That all-knowing attitude, removed from pleasantries and ample in diluted self-righteousness. I loved all of you. Some people never change. I admired every part of you.

“Had you told me that, I would have chosen her, but you were gone for research in Devantaka. I went with my instinct.” It is a bit bitter, now that the statement has been dispersed into the salty air. Like the white flesh of pomegranates mixed with red seeds. Like raw and unaged pu-erh. 

“Sometimes,” he pauses, “It is important to make choices without outside influence.”

The second coffer offered to him was a pearl to a clam; it was your heart, faithful and unadulterated. It shined with iridescence in his monochromatic grasp, esteemed and coveted. To this day, it is your penultimate regret. Gifting love to the wrong individual is a most punishing mistake.

The boy, now eighteen, sits in his grandmother’s abundant library when you give him your gift. He has never pursued public education, but the flurry of excitement in the neighborhood as families convene to photograph daughters and sons in graduation gowns is a contagion; unavoidable. The pleated mint fabric is embroidered with the braids and twists of vines, as homage to Greater Lord Rukkhadevata. One cord with twists of navy and beige rests on your shoulders, akin to ancient Roman laurels of olive and blossom.

“Do you think you’ll come to the ceremony?” You ask, watching as he flips to the next page of Metaphysics. He doesn’t meet your eyes, opting to scribble a note in the margins of the aged paper.

“I had planned to finish reading this, but… I suppose I could attend. Just for your section. Since your class is around two-hundred people, I’ll come about twenty-five minutes in. Is that agreeable?” Part of you wonders if he is writing a reminder to himself. Nodding, your lips turn up and you ruffle the boy’s silken hair.

“Thanks! I would’ve been very upset. God, this gown is so frumpy… Oh, by the way, I had, uh, something to ask. It’s kind of important, so would you mind looking at me?” Eyes like cut jade diced with topaz flicker up, and he closes the book with slowness. He raises an eyebrow as if to say, what’s so important? Hands, nimble and uncalloused, motion for you to speak.

“So, we’ve been friends for a while, and I enjoy being friends with you, so I want to preface this by saying that no matter what, you are a friend first and foremost..” you gulp, hesitant, before sighing, “I really like you, Haitham. Romantically. Even though it’s selfish of me, I can’t help but hope you feel the same way. If you don’t, that’s fine - I would never hold it against you.” Distant cheers erupt from the parallel side of the library’s window, emphasizing the blankness of noise collapsing in on you. The boy sighs.

“I had my suspicions,” He stands from the algae-toned couch, extending with, “But I didn’t think you’d confess before graduation. Isn’t that a bit risky? Standing between fine lines seems to be a hobby of yours.” It’s zaytun peach season in Sumeru City. Bushes grow plump with heavy bodices of sugared flesh and skin, and the city becomes alight with scent. The delicate fragrance tangos around your nostrils, and you use it as a distraction. Later, when this humiliation is foregone, you’ll sink your canines into the flesh of a fresh peach, and the affliction of rejection will slide down your throat as if it had never been birthed.

“That being said, I thought it was obvious enough that I shared your sentiment. Have you really been worrying over such a trivial detail as to whether I share your affections? Relationships are of little importance to me. People in this world often cause their own problems and make life harder for themselves; pleasure seekers land themselves in debt, self-important authorities expose themselves to dangers, and lovesick partners spend their lives attempting to appease another. Having a relationship is just another engagement filled with more trifles than necessary. Do you understand?” Ice purges itself down your spine. His gaze is hot and immovable as if delving into the mush of the human psyche in an attempt to draw an answer. Like a hook caught in the flank. Like the milliseconds before an earthquake. Like a judge at the podium.

“I won’t pressure you, but I want you to know that I would accommodate you. Love is not a one-size fits all. Haven’t we known each other since toddlerhood? I think if there are any two people that are capable of adjusting to the other’s needs, it’s us. So please, don’t say yes, but don’t say no, either.” Desperation bleeds from a trifecta of the human body - tone, expression, pose - and scurries to the ground. It curdles and coalesces by the boy’s feet, a single evolutionary leap short of being able to climb up his legs, chest, and mouth. It is almost able to devour him, but not quite. He runs pale hands through sleek hair, a sparse yet meaningful action that communicates a genuine dilemma. 

“Okay. I’ll consider it. But if your expectations remain unsatisfied, and a chasm develops between us, don’t be surprised,” the boy caresses the spine of Metaphysics and excuses it to the daystand, saying, “Don’t let me ruin a good day. Graduation is meant to be celebratory. Come on, let’s go together. It’ll be faster.” 

By the windowsill, the boy’s grandmother has set out a lustreware bowl filled with zaytun peaches. Their skin is exquisite, glinting in the light as if waxed, and a pink-to-magenta gradient paints them in the image of a summer Sumerian sky. The boy grabs one as he leaves the archway. 

He grabs your hand in the same archway two weeks later, warning you of all its hazards and rough edges. But the young are naive, concerned with the future, and dismissive of the present, and two hands come to reciprocate his. 

Djafar Tavern hosts a diverse audience. Ayn Al-Ahmar Eremites sit in isolated pluckings. Street dancers weave themselves into the edges of sidewalks and patios, hoping to glean gold and mercy from tavern patrons. Researchers admit fatigue and failure in research and seek comfort in the dulling buzz of oncoming pints. The man sits across from you, one ankle crossed at the knee and knuckles flush against his cheek. Copper liquid sits idle in his mug.

“I happen to remember a certain scribe getting so wasted, he wretched into the bushes for ten minutes straight.” The tendrils of alcohol have tickled your cheeks. Each word comes out more vivacious than planned, and the man across from you observes in amusement.

“Is that so? If my memory serves me, I happen to recall a young academic begging the aforementioned scribe to cook her a full-sized portion of biryani after a rough night out in Ormos.” Merriment is an exclusive color on the man, and it oozes from each syllable. Teasing, when done right, can be a rambunctious affair. Sweat beads on the wrinkles of his forehead and at the rear of your neck as a product of Sumeru heat and the excitement of reunion. The flax of alcohol seeps down and down, until the past and future evade your thought, leaving the remains of a sweltering fuzz.

“It’s so odd. I’ve been upset with you for so long, but now, I can’t even remember why. Tell me, Alhaitham, what did you do? I can’t recall the details, but I’m sure you’ve done something…” Hiccups bubble up and out between strung-out utterances. The man, sober as he seems, is overrun by prominent reds and pinks on the apple of his cheeks. The tab for tonight is bound to be hefty - it requires an absurd amount of alcohol to inebriate him with low-quality beer. Sitting back, the trinkets on his belt create a quiet symphony of noise.

“I think we’ve both had too much to drink. This is sure to be a headache in the morning. It’s best I get you home now.” The sky is pigmented in hues of navy and onyx. It stands out amongst the depraved prostitutes, screeching merchants, and tainted light. Like an abyss beneath the sand. Like dancers in the rain. Like a whale beneath the ship. It is so unfaltering, unknown, and expansive. Droplets dew in the corners of your eyes. Stationed in the middle of the street, eyes never blinking, you watch the sky.

“Come now. There will always be another sky to watch. I need to get you home.” He needs to get me home. The cosmos moves in synchronization. Since when have you wanted me home? The stars, gaseous and alight, provide entertainment as two strangers walk the boulevard. Since when have we been strangers?

Like the Three Wise Men, you adorn the boy with gold, frankincense, and myrrh of your own. Gold appeals to all, but its merit does not hold up to true testaments of need; it is fragile, and the teeth of the mouth can damage its delicateness with ease. Frankincense is a traditional offering to God himself, representing love and devotion. It designates its recipient as divine and deserving of worship. Myrrh anoints the corpses of the bygone, and its role as a gift symbolizes the sacrifice of death. It is giving without receiving. For the offering of myrrh, you relinquish flesh.

Rtawahist textbooks cast a shadow over the blank canvas of an assigned paper labeled “On the Relation Between Starshrooms and Celestial Objects.” Dozens of researchers and undergraduates sit in identical positions, hunched above a pile of papers adjacent to an impressive tower of established sources. Studies on the Biological Evolution of Starshrooms. Phases of Constellations and Celestial Movement. Changes in Biodiversity in Relation to Month. It sent rivulets of vexation down your limbs, increasing in intensity the longer the pen in your hand remained motionless.

“I just don’t get it. People have submitted far less appealing work to him, and he accepts it with no issue! I mean, one person was missing an entire body paragraph, and he took it!” The skin of your palms grants reprieve to the ache of your pupils, rubbing up and down in hopes of relieving a fraction of the tension flitting across your expression. 

“Currying favor is a common practice in smaller classes. If your work isn’t revolutionary and the professor has a bad impression, bias can play an important factor in whether or not you pass.” The man, now twenty-two, is enchanted by the booklet in his grasp. Homological Mirror Symmetry. Even so, he spares a glance at the disappointing lack of substance positioned on the opposite side of the adhigama desk. One blue and white lampshade illuminates the space, creating an intimate and closed-off aura.

“Do you think I haven’t tried that? I have. I gave him baklava, zaytun peaches from the Bazaar, and a coupon to Puspa. I think he’s biased against women - did I ever tell you how there are no other women in my class? Tell me that’s not the craziest coincidence!” In your petulance, the disengagement of the man across from you remains unseen. So, when he proposes a heinous question in the public ambiance of the House of Daena, it comes out rash.

“Do you dislike that we haven’t had sex?” He does not coat bitter apples in sugar or insist on that which is roundabout. It aids in the directness of communication within the relationship, but in moments such as these, it can be overwhelming. Spit sputters from your throat as you regain composure.

“I’m-I’m sorry? Haitham, you can’t just say those things in public! Jeez, imagine if someone heard you… can’t we talk about it later?” Each affricate is squeezed between teeth, hissing and aggravated. The man is unphased, eyes locked onto yours.

“It’s just a simple question. People our age engage in hook-up culture and sex, and our bodies are biologically the most receptive to desire at this life stage. Despite this, we’ve only gone as far as kissing. I want to know if this upsets you, or if it seems like I’ve neglected your needs.” It is hard not to desire the man he has transformed into. Cultivated abs peek up from beneath his augmented uniform, his hair is lush and coated in grains of moondust, and there is a unique charm to his extensive intelligence. That being said, Sumeru City has a centuries-old culture of sexual shame and repression. It is to be consumed with caution, and in appropriate amounts, so as to avoid the dissipation of rationale and pragmatism. In some ways, his ability to overlook social norms in favor of reasonable logic is alluring. In others, it is humiliating. Like crime and punishment. Like a kiss upon the altar. Like a veil raised in love and lowered in grief.

“I mean, I’m not upset! I know physical affection doesn’t appeal to you, and I would never want to force you into something you don’t enjoy. That would upset me more than not… y’know…” Galesh heels hitting stark tile reverberate in the House of Daena - the environment is anything but private.

“Having sex? I see. In that case, let’s discuss this further at my apartment after lectures.” He heralds the book under his arm and marches off, as indifferent as a rock amidst a gouging river. Meanwhile, embarrassment has yet to settle into the bottom sediment of your nerves. Praying to Lesser Lord Kusanali that no Rtwahist peers overheard the conversation, you return back to “On the Relation Between Starshrooms and Celestial Objects” with novel zeal. 

The evening of Sumeru City is lit to the firmament, artistic street lamps lining the pavement home. The man’s apartment is a short walk from the Rtwahist offices, and it has become an unofficial meeting spot between the both of you. The light emanating from inside is dim - it could be no more than a few candles lit - and a gnawing sensation comes to violate your senses. The pleasantry of knocking has long since been disposed of, and you step in.

The man sits on the ornate sofa in the center of the living room. On the coffee table sits a new book to conquer. Vita Sexualis. The corner of a navy bookmark peeks from its battered pages. It must have been too difficult to find a new copy; he preferred to have well-kept covers, if possible, so a cracked and yellowing title was a sign of uncharacteristic “settling.” 

“Do you make a habit of reading state-banned erotica?” You joke, placing your rucksack on the floorboards and taking a seat next to him. He shrugs.

“If something is banned, doesn’t that make it all the more intriguing? Looking at what society deems ‘beyond the pale’ can say more about cultural norms than an entire course at the Akademiya,” Like clockwork, he repositions himself to face you. The physical closeness is off-putting after four years of sparse affection. The man continues, “Sexuality, in all forms, is looked down upon by the youth and elders alike. However, it is hardly something worth devoting fear to. Do you agree?” 

“Sure, but that was never- I just didn’t think you’d want that from me.” His palms lift your chin. It is awkward. He has resented romance and insisted on the idiocy of its frivolities since childhood, but he knows the logistics of what is appealing and what is not. He knows you like it, and so he does it. Like covering ears and reading lips. Like fruit on the cutting board. Like an antidote to poison.

“I will admit that sex, alongside other typical gestures, is not a focus or concern of mine. That being said, I am far from opposed to it. I would like to experiment with it if you are consenting.” Silver tickles your cheek and he leans over. Excitement pulses through your bloodstream, sending tremors down your hands. 

“I think I’d like that too, Haitham.” Lips meet lips in a delicate kiss as the skin of your hand merges with his neck. Those eyes, emboldened, roll down in sync with his palms. They caress the fullness of your cheek, the tips of your fingers, the curve of your waistline, the ridges of your trachea, the divots of your collarbones. Fire perches itself as a phantom of touch, burning into the skin. The musculature of his back flexes beneath your left hand as he covers your body. Leaning back on his heels, thighs flexing on the sides of your legs, he pulls the hem of his shirt up.

You savor him. Skin glows like moonlight under the approaching moon, and your fingers slide along the expanse of his stomach. Pushing yourself up, you catch his lips another time, and another, hands roaming across his pectorals and neck.

“Can I take your shirt off?” He asks between kisses, arms supporting the circumflex of your back. His wish is granted, and as he departs from your face, he pinches the Liyuean silk between his thumb, index, and middle fingers, pulling it up to reveal your chest. There is a technique behind each audacious caress; the subtle liberation of your bra, his built arms pressing you chest-to-chest, the chaste trail he paints down your abdomen. He pauses.

“Is something wrong?” You mutter, splayed out on the couch cushions. The nakedness is frightening, and now that the action has stopped, a shiver begins to tease your skin.

“I think we’ve reached the part where we strip. I don’t want to alarm you, so I’ll ask: is it alright if I fully undress you and myself?” His constant confirmation is reassuring, but a small section of your consciousness dwindles on the robotic nature of it all. Each action reeks of formulation and plagiarism - like a schoolboy gleaning answers from a neighbor, or an essay using sections of Akasha terminal outputs. I don’t care. I don’t care at all.

“Be my guest.” Then, you are bare against his chest. Everything is warm, and the man dons a charming flush across his cheeks and chest. His fingers are akin to a honey wand in a pot, covered in the fruits of his labor as he clenches your fingers with his free hand. Small groans and intakes of breath permeate the room, creating a sickly sweet humidity. When he unbuckles his slacks, you turn to the side, shock and shame intermingling into one. Noticing, his thumb catches your cheek.

“I promise to be gentle. Tell me everything that comes to your mind. Your input is important to me.” The moonlight has enveloped the entire room. Few corners are hidden under its judgment, and the man above you is a beauty. Like sparkles at sea. Like pearls clutched between strings. Like a golden girdle lost on the battlefield. 

“I love you, Alhaitham.”

Port Ormos has one notable inn. The remaining options are either on the outskirts of town or surrounded by the “undesirables” of society. It is Najjar Palace, a one-star inn, that has the misfortune of hosting you. Outside of the dim entrance, Alhaitham holds your robes as you vomit into the bushes. It has been a few hours, and after an extended walk and a pitcher of ice water, soberness begins to creep in. Tears dot your face, and smudges of kohl mark your under eye. 

“I’m sorry. Our first meeting in years, and I get shitfaced.” Regret blossoms in your countenance. He shrugs, handing the fine robes back to you.

“I can’t act holier than thou after becoming inebriated myself. Do you feel well enough to carry on?” The moon is a picturesque reflection of Lesser Lord Kusanali tonight. Its pale expanse is large and smooth, dust catching in its earth-bound light. Sitting down, you gaze at its fullness. How is it that the moon is always there for your more humbling moments?

“I feel good now.” He nods, then connects your focus to the brightness in the sky. He stares at it, too. Sighing, you state, “It's always here when we’re together. The moon.”

“It was a full moon that night as well, wasn’t it?” Alhaitham adds, cape draped against the cement floor. 

“I didn’t even realize. I was so upset,” a breeze disrupts the branches above and you laugh, “I think there’s a journal somewhere where I compared you to about thirty different things. Some good, some bad, but the pages were filled with edgy similes. Like Kepler’s orbits, like Newton’s cradle…” You recount, snorting.

“I’m sorry,” Alhaitham says, a softness lining the clouds of his words. He stiffens, “I broke things off in a way that ignored your feelings. That was unusually inefficient of me.” 

“...I tried to forget your name. It’s been so long since I’ve said it without scolding myself afterward. I tried very hard to forget you, Alhaitham.” One leaf falls onto your scalp, and you pluck it off and throw it to the brush. The atmosphere is refreshing. Genuine, yet understood. 

“It is unbecoming to my personal morals to stay in a relationship forever tainted by inequality. For everything I gave, you gave much more. It never evened out, and it didn’t sit well with me.” He reveals, crossing his ankle over his knee yet again. You remember feeling that way - like he didn’t care. Just like he predicted. You remembered the betrayal when you found his belongings moved out and his contact changed. You remember when he left you, and you were forced to leave him. You remember thinking about him for the next year, jotting down notes in the leatherbound journal he had gifted you on your twelfth birthday.

Like the concluding lines in a Shakespearian sonnet, fresh cream and cut peaches, or the blazing sun and the gentle moon. Like death harvesting life, an endless bonfire gobbling up surrounding air, or soldiers losing lives to fight soldiers losing lives. Like Kepler’s elliptical orbits. Like an oil spill in the harbor. Like basic arithmetic. Like the burn of a red stove. Like adult secrets. Like dew on a frosted morning. Like streams of snowmelt.  Like faith and doubt. Like bread and wine. Like iron and coal.  Like the white flesh of pomegranates mixed with red seeds. Like raw and unaged pu-erh.  Like a hook caught in the flank. Like the milliseconds before an earthquake. Like a judge at the podium.Like an abyss beneath the sand. Like dancers in the rain. Like a whale beneath the ship. Like crime and punishment. Like a kiss upon the altar. Like a veil raised in love and lowered in grief.  Like covering ears and reading lips. Like fruit on the cutting board. Like an antidote to poison. Like sparkles at sea. Like pearls clutched between strings. Like a golden girdle lost on the battlefield. 

You were everything that has ever been to me, you want to say. It beats true in your heart and veins, knocking at the bars like an aggravated prisoner, but nothing spews from your lips. Nothing but this. 

“It’s late. Thank you for taking care of me, Alhaitham. Goodnight.” You don’t turn around to see his wave or nod or whatever nonchalant gesture he’s resorted to. The inn is 10,000 per night. You hand the receptionist 50,000. You unlock the room, rampant with musk and stains. You sit down on the sheets. Your eyes close.

In the morning, Alhaitham is nowhere to be seen. Everything feels a bit clearer. I think I am okay with remembering you now, you think. I am okay with forgetting, too. Remembrance and forgetfulness. Giving and receiving. What an idiot. 

#alhaitham x reader #alhaitham x fem!reader #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #alhaitham #genshin impact #genshin #genshin angst #anemo hypostasis #alhaitham/reader #alhaitham x f!reader #alhaitham angst

[galaxiadreams]

Summer Love <3 (Alhaitham x reader Modern AU)

❦ Warnings: mentions of lack of self confidence(only like once)

❥ Genre: Fluff, romance <3

❥ Word Count: 2,831

❦ Synopsis: Your bestie Yoimiya begged you to go to a summer camp down in Sumeru with her. You were hesitant, at first. But who would've thought a summer camp changed your love life forever...

a/n: Hellooooo!!! This little fic is inspired by my own experience during summer camp. I had a couple "summer camp crushes" and this is kinda of what I fantasied of doing ehehehe. I apologize in advance about the possible grammar/spelling mistakes. Sorry if any sentences doesn't make sense. I'm still trying to learn more about writing! I am also trying out a new format. Please give me any suggestions!

Your best friend begged you to go to a summer camp down in Sumeru with her. You were hesitant, you wanted this summer to be relaxing for once. Go wherever you pleased, and do whatever you wanted. But her sparkling puppy eyes are working far better than you expected and you relented. 

“Pleaseeeee, y/n!!! I know you’re not that interested in ancient runes or whatever. Who knows, you might find a cute guy there! I heard Sumeru boys are a different breed! Plus, it’s at the Akademiya, THE top university in all of Teyvat. You know, your dream school. Maybe this trip there will send a message into the universe to make you get into your dream school!” Dammit Yoimiya, no wonder she’s your best friend, she sure knows the way to your heart. 

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After a long boat ride from Inazuma to Port Ormos, you were greeted by lush green grass, warm humid air, and the pungent smell of Padisarahs. A little melody sung by a bird attracted your attention. A Sumeru Dusk Bird. Its vibrant blue feathers gleaming in the sunlight due to the natural oil produced by the animal.The song is both simple and complex, and it stays with you long after you have heard it. Many, like your mother, may find the sound produced by the bird as a nuisance, overly screeching and loud. But you think otherwise, to you, nature is art in its most natural form. Both held complexity and simplicity in its form. Both evoke deep emotions within you.

The trip from Port Ormos to Sumer City wasn’t too long. But upon arriving, you couldn’t hold the gasp of admiration upon seeing the city before you. Sumeru, the city of wonder. Where nature and cityscapes blend seamlessly. Skyscrapers that reach the sky are embellished with green, lush plants. Trees stood tall and proud, shading the bustling citizens beneath.

You took a deep breath and smiled, this unexpected trip to Sumeru might be a good one.

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That’s where you meet him. The grey haired quiet dude from your Ancient runes summer camp council group. 

The first day you arrived at summer camp, you were enchanted. Sure, boys from back home were nice, but ohhhhhhh boy. Yoimiya was right, Sumeru boys are something else. You couldn’t help but feel all giddy when it was announced that he would be in your little council group with Yoymiya. Gosh, it felt embarrassing almost. You just learned the guy’s name, Alhaitham, after a little icebreaker and introduction. Hell, the two of you only have been breathing in the same room for merely 10 minutes. He was a total stranger, and you were totally crushing on him. You can’t help but feel shallow. 

Kudos to Yoimiya, she read you like an open book. The moment Alhaitham walked into the room she gave you a sultry glance. She knew your type well. When lunch time came, she made it her life mission to find a way to make you sit with Alhaitham. That “life mission” was extremely easy to accomplish. All she had to do was befriend Kaveh, who was introduced as Alhaitham’s childhood best friend, another hottie in Yoymiya’s opinion. 

♡ The Akademiya cafeteria is a large, open space with high ceilings and coloured lights shining through ancient stained glass windows. The noise level is deafening, with the sound of hundreds of students talking, laughing, and eating. The combination of strangers and loudness was making you lose your appetite.You watched Yoimiya, Kaveh, and a couple of new acquaintances chatting animatedly, and you felt a pang of jealousy. Not of Yoimiya but of the conversation they’re having; your introverted ass can’t hold a proper conversation with a stranger for 2 minutes, and here is your best buddy beaming at something stupid Kaveh said. Sometimes it makes you think you bore Yoimiya. Sighing, you sneak a glance at Alhaitham sitting across from you, he has a handsome face with a strong jawline, and high cheekbones. His porcelain skin made his turquoise eyes shimmer in the light. The deep glow of red-orange hue near his pupil creates a contrast that reminded you of the unison of the forest and desert in Sumeru. You watched his eyes move to absorb every single word in the book he was holding…you were getting butterflies, but the butterflies plummeted when those eyes flicker to yours. You quickly averted your gaze towards Yoyimya and Kaveh, the heat of embarrassment painted your cheeks a cheery red. You promised yourself that you were not shallow, and you vowed that you’re not a hopeless romantic.

The next few days were filled with teasing from Yoimiya and Kaveh (that freaking girl couldn’t keep her mouth shut). The two of them made sure you and Alhaitham sat together at all times. Yoimiya went as far as refusing to partner with you during activities in order for you and Alhaitham to work together. As you become acquainted with Alhaitham more, he becomes more comfortable with you. He’s not stupid, he notices all the shy glances and blushing cheeks when the two of you are together. Especially the obnoxious, oh-so not obvious suggestions made by Kaveh.To be honest, he’s not new to this behavior from women. The guy knows he’s attractive and he has been on various blind dates orchestrated by Kaveh himself (Alhaitham only relented on the condition Kaveh would stop pestering him about it). At first, Alhaitham wasn’t quite interested. He found your seemingly “secretive” glances rather uncomfortable, annoying even. But what piqued his interest is your love for physics and Astrophysics. Alhaitham is quite well-versed in this field, and this is the first time he has heard anyone claiming the want to pursue physics. 

♡ “Y/n. It’s your turn now, two truths and one lie.”  “Well, I had thought about this for a while now. Ahem— I choked on a peach pit as a baby and nearly died. I want to have a career in Astrophysics or a major in physics. I have a pet tarantula named Benny boy,” Yoimiya let out a loud laugh upon hearing your statement about the spider, “and Yoimiya is not allowed to answer.” The girl gave you a teasing grin and pursed her lips. After your group failed to answer correctly, you gave them the lie: You had a pet tarantula named Benny Boy. You were deathly afraid of spiders, if you had a personal hell, it would be filled with those nasty creatures.  As your council group walked towards the courtyard for recreation time, Alhaitham surprisingly struck up a conversation with you.  “You said you’re interested in studying physics?” “Oh yes, it’s rather a new interest that I’ve decided to pursue only recently. After the whole being an actress thing fell apart”  “Hmmm, and you said you want a career in Astrophysics?” You were surprised he even paid attention to what you said. You nodded in response.  “Well, I have a family member that teaches Astrophysics at the Akademiya, if you’re really interested, I could introduce you to them.” Alhaitham offered, while opening the courtyard gate for you.  “Oh heavens really? That would be great!” You smiled at him. Goddamn, that smile of yours caught him off guard. Your smile was like the sun, warm and inviting. It lit up your face and made the excitement in your eyes sparkle. After finding a seat by a marble bench under a giant Adhigama tree, the two of you converse all there is about physics and your interests, from string-theory to philosophy to art, Alhaitham never met someone so knowledgeable and opinionated about some of his favorite subjects.

After that late afternoon little discussion under the Adhigama tree, you and Alhaitham opened up to each other. Hell, you even started to make some physics jokes with him. Celestia must’ve placed a curse on him, because he started to look forward to talking to somebody, he wanted to talk to you, he wanted to be with you. Yeah shocker, the seemingly antisocial genius wanted to talk to a girl. What’s even worse for Alhaitham, is that he started to feel nervous being around you. He was never nervous around anybody, whether it’s strangers or the freaking Grand Sage, he never felt this strange fluttering in his stomach. What’s even more uncanny for him is that he found himself staring at you on multiple occasions. When a conversation ends, he would usually return to his books, but since he met you, he started to leave his books in his dorm. This way, he could listen to your voice, and see you smile. This has to be some curse, Alhaitham thought, he even tried to convince himself that you’re not all that great. But those are just futile attempts, there was something enigmatic about you. It’s hard to notice for the common eyes, some might even describe you as plain and average. But with Alhaitham’s sagacious eyes, he could see right to your soul. Alhaitham was bewitched, you’re the one that placed this curse of infatuation (perhaps even love) upon him. Through all the secret glances and “accidental” hand-touching enacted by both you and Alhaitham, the final bouquet has arrived. 

♡ You took a deep breath and tried to focus on the positive. You were feeling rather melancholic considering this will be last night you’ll be spending in Sumeru, the city of Wonder, where you met new besties for lifes and became an official ambivert (according to both Yoyiyma and Kaveh, two renowned extroverts). You couldn't help but smile as you stared at the reflection staring at you in the mirror. You wore a flattering green dress, it was made of a soft, flowing silk fabric that swayed with your movements. The colour of the dress brought out the e/c in your eyes and made your skin look even more radiant. You wore your hair down in loose waves, and your makeup was simple but elegant. White pearl earrings and necklaces completed your looks. As long as Yoimiya is here, you’ll always manage to look like a princess. Soft Sumeru music played as you and Yoimiya walked into the cafeteria. The usual loud, squalor of a cafeteria was transformed into a beautiful forest with soft fairy lights hanging from the tall stone ceiling. Plants, flowers and the soft light from candles placed upon the tables gave the most peaceful atmosphere possible. “Good evening.” Alhaitham's voice was deep and smooth. You whipped around to face the tall man behind you. He is wearing a well-tailored suit that fits him perfectly. His broad shoulders were enhanced in the black material. His hair was also styled, the usual strand of hair covering his left eye was slicked back.  As per usual, he had a confident and clamming demeanor, and he made you feel flustered immediately. You can’t deny the literal rizz radiating off of him.  “Good evening, you look really good by the way.” you complimented, why is it so hot in here?  Alhaitham smiled a little at the compliment. The reserved scholar felt his cheeks warming up a little. In return, he pulled a chair out for you, gesturing for you to sit. Shocked, you quickly sat down and thanked him. You were screaming inside, a man with manners and chivalry is making the butterflies swarmmmmmm. Alhaitam took a seat right next to you and filled up the fancy wine glasses for the both of you.

“How was your day?” He inquired, while taking a sip out of his drink. He initiated the conversation first, you noticed gleefully.  “It was alright, except for the tower building exercise. Can’t believe that Haypasia girl tripped and fell on our group’s tower! We would’ve been first place if she watched where she was walking!” You complained jokingly, Alhaitham chuckled at the disaster that occurred earlier today.  The two of you conversed throughout dinner, but you couldn’t help but notice how your elbow and his were touching the entire time. You wanted to assert dominance and didn’t move away, it seems he had the same thought. He didn’t move either, Alhaitham only leaned closer to you while talking. His eyes barely left yours while the both of you talked about life and dreams. One of the most attractive traits about him, besides literally everything, is his voice. He spoke with clarity, it's the kind of voice that makes you want to listen to him talk for hours. When he speaks, his words are carefully chosen and delivered with conviction. He has a way of making you feel like you're the only person in the room.  When the banquet ended, there was a surprise slow dance outside in the courtyard. When the organizers of the summer camp announced for everyone to find a partner, your e/c eyes immediately found his turquoise ones looking at you just the same. Alhaitham cleared his throat and held out his right hand.  “Would you like to have this dance with me?”  “Of course. I would never reject you.” You laughed and held his hands in yours. His warm calloused hands sent electric shots through your body and his. His eyes widen at the softness of your hands. Your already smiling face beamed when you saw his sudden red cheeks and bashfulness. The waltz music started, and the two of you swirled to the beat, Alhaitham taking the lead. The two of you weren’t afraid to stare into each other’s eyes. This is the first time you experienced what time stops truly meant. Alhaitham couldn’t help but sigh, it wasn’t a sigh of annoyance, but a sigh of endearment. The blue light of the full moon lit your perfect face, the gleaming of your pearl earrings made you an angel from heaven. A gift from Celestia just for him. Alhaitham was lost in a whole different dimension with you, to the young scholar, only the music, you, him, and the moon existed at the moment. Was this love? The both of you couldn’t describe this feeling that suddenly blossomed in your guy’s chest; it was this faint struggle of breath combined with a weird sense of yearning. It was truly indescribable. This continued throughout the whole waltz, the music only brought the two of you closer, closer, and closer. Both of you fell from heaven when the dance came to an end. Your heart skipped a beat when you realized how close you and Alhaitham were, both your noises were touching, you could feel his breath on your lips. “Eeeeeek! Just kiss already!” an excited screech made you pull away from Alhaitham. Yoimiya was with Kaveh and a few other campers with her phone on record in her hand.  “Oh by the way Alhaitham, me and Yoyimya recorded the whole entire dance! Ehe!” Kaveh grinned, pointing towards his own phone in his hand. The whole crowd all erupted in loud cheers and laughter. 

When it was time to say goodbye, Alhaitham didn't want to leave. Both of you guys didn’t want to leave this secret paradise. He asked for your contacts and if he could see you again, and who are you to say no. Plus, the two of you would be attending the Akademiya in a couple of months, imagine the excitement and glee in Yoimiya’s eyes and cheers when you told her you got into the number one University in Teyvat. You received the acceptance email right after the dance that night. Alhaitham walked away with a smile on his face (which is unnerving for Kaveh) knowing that he had met someone truly special. 

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You leaned your elbow against the window frame as you stared out at the sun setting beneath the endless ocean. The sky was ablaze with different shades of orange, pink, and purple. It was a breathtaking sight, and you felt lucky to be able to witness such beauty and art. The colours in the sky grew more and more vibrant as the sun disappeared, it was the perfect way to end a day. You turned your head to a sleeping Yoimiya hugging your arm. The sunlight brightening her features, you chuckled at your best girl and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. Your head rests against the cool glass as you look up at the very first star that has appeared that night. A single white spot on a tapestry of orange and pink, you kept your focus on the sky as more stars appeared to embellish the darkening sky. The hum of the engine on the boat rocked you to sleep as you sailed home to Inazuma. The last thought you had before leaping off to dreamland was of a certain grey haired male and his luscious voice. At that moment you decided to embrace the fact that you’re a hopeless romantic, because as crazy as it may sound, you knew you just found your soulmate.

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[thatonegenshinsimp]

Under the Moonlight (Alhaitham x fem!reader NSFW)

Notes: Since it’s my birthday I’ve decided to treat myself and give you guys this smut I’ve been working on for a while. Sorry if it’s not that great since it’s the first one I’ve ever written but anyways, enjoy!

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Warnings: NSFW(duh), slight cursing, missionary (sex position), doggy style (sex position), sappy shit below, fem!reader, slight dacryphilia if you squint.

Alhaitham wasn’t one to show emotion often. Hell, he almost never did, aside from whenever he was around you. It was obvious that he adored you and loved you to anyone observant enough to see the way he acted around you. You hailed from the Ragnvindr family of Mondstadt, meaning that you came from money and your family had high expectations of you and the one you married.

At least, that was what Alhaitham thought when he started dating you.

Although he was perfectly well prepared to meet those expectations, Alhaitham learned many things from his time with you. You were the first and only girlfriend he’d ever had, eventually becoming his wife a few years later. He learned how to speak to someone in a tone that wasn’t full of sarcasm. He learned that your cooking was the best thing he’d ever had. He also learned that your family, save for Diluc, who thought he wasn’t a good match for you, approved of his matrimony with you when they welcomed him warmly to the Ragnvindr family once you introduced him to them.

However, he also learned on your wedding night how to make passionate love to you every time the moon hung high amidst the stars in the sky above Sumeru City, as they were now. The only problem with him doing that tonight was the fact that, despite Kaveh’s absence from Alhaitham’s home, you weren’t alone because your older brothers were over to visit the two of you, and you didn’t know if the walls of his home were soundproof or not. However, your husband didn’t care what others thought of him or his relationship with you, and you knew that. So, you obliged his wishes, and let yourself fall into bliss with him on this night filled with passion, love, and most of all, sex.

Your breathy moans reached Alhaitham’s ears much more clearly when he slowly spread your legs further apart in order to slide himself between them. He slowly withdrew his fingers from your wet cunt and lifted them to his mouth, licking them clean. He undid his pants and pulled them down, throwing them to the side with the rest of his clothing as he dragged his tip over your entrance. You whined softly, reaching up to grab his shoulders as you spoke. “P-please, Haitham, please!” You begged, looking up at him with wide tear filled eyes. He knew better than to deprive you of the touch you so desperately craved, remembering the last time he didn’t let you, and how you ended up being a little overwhelmed the last time you’d had sex with him. “As you wish, lovely.” He cooed, slowly sliding into you and pressing his hips forward until they were flush against yours. You would have cried out loudly if it weren’t for his lips against yours, silencing your cries of pleasure and wiping away your tears of both pain and ecstasy as he held you gently in his arms. “Mmm~ f-feels s’good, Haitham. So good- aHhn~!” You moaned loudly, squeezing his shoulders tightly as his hips jolted forward. Your back arched against his chest as he flipped you over onto your stomach, slowly lifting your hips as he bit his lip and all but slammed into you. He decided on taking you doggy style as he groaned loudly, thrusting his hips forward a little faster. “AhnN~! Mmm~ so f-full I- fuck- love you s’much!” You felt his tip bump up against your cervix as he slowed his thrusts slightly, taking you from behind a little more gently. Your brows furrowed slightly as you were overcome with an overwhelming need to see his face. “Haitham, wanna see you, please lemme see you.” You whined, your eyes almost getting teary again before he flipped you back over and looked down at you. The pace he had maintained was getting sloppier, and he looked to almost be in a sort of haze as he leaned down and pressed his forehead against yours, before leaning further downward to kiss your neck. He sighed into the crook of your neck. His hot breath fanning against the sensitive skin caused you to clench around him, squeezing him tightly and causing his breath to hitch as a choked groan rumbled in his chest. You looked up at him when he pulled away and reached up, gently cupping his face in your hands as you saw the tears welling up in his eyes. Now he was the one getting overwhelmed, having not expected you to ask to be flipped over just to look at him. Alhaitham expected you to be lost in bliss tonight, but he realized now that he was the one who would be lost in bliss before you would. His tear filled teal eyes met yours as you noticed the slightly distressed look in his gaze, reaching up to wipe his tears away. “Hey, what's wrong, honey? Why d’you look so worried?” You slurred, causing him to shake his head and clench his teeth as he slowed down even more, his eyes trained on yours as you looked up at him with that adoring gaze that made him weak in the knees. You gently thumbed away his tears as he leaned into your touch, going slightly faster and hitting that one spot deep inside of your fluttering cunt that made your toes curl and your body arch up into his.

His gaze was full of love and adoration as he spoke. “I love you so much. It hurts to even try and put it into words.” He grunted, feeling himself twitch inside of you. He balanced on his forearms and wrapped you up in a gentle embrace, watching as you smiled shyly and turned your face to the side to hide the red dusting your cheeks. “You’re s’good for me, all for me. Please, don’t look away, my love.” He whispered, keeping you close as he spoke. You felt Alhaitham slam his hips into your sweet spot again, and wailed his name as you came. You squirted all over his lap and his dick as you gripped his shoulders and dug your nails into them, no doubt leaving behind small red crescent moons in their wake. “Mmm~ Ngh~ NahHn~! Haitham~ ohh~ r-right there please~ ahHn~!” You wrapped your legs around his waist as your eyes rolled back into your head, forcing him to stay inside of you. Alhaitham looked down at you and groaned loudly as he buried himself balls deep inside of you and came, his cum filling you up in thick spurts as heavy ropes of white filled you up and made you tremble against him, shivering from the mind numbing pleasure. He fucked you through it, slowly rolling his hips against yours as you sobbed his name.

You slowly came down from the ecstatic euphoria he lifted you into, relaxing against the bed as his hips stilled against yours. Your eyelids felt heavy as drowsiness started to take you over, but you forced yourself to stay awake, looking up at the man whose face was now buried in your hair. Alhaitham took deep breaths as he slowly came down from his own high, waiting for a few minutes until he lifted his head from your hair and looked down at you. “Are you ok? Was I too rough tonight?” He asked, reaching down with one of his hands to wipe away your tears. You shook your head softly, leaning into his gentle touch and sighing quietly. “No, heavens, no, it just all felt so… good. Archons, it felt wonderful.” You breathed, trying to catch your breath. You then looked up at him, worry twinkling in your gaze yet again as you spoke. “Why were you crying earlier though? Did something happen?” You asked, reaching up and cupping his face in your hands yet again. “No, it’s just that I didn’t expect you to ask to look at me like you did. You caught me off guard a little.” He responded, before looking down to where the two of you were connected. You felt him slowly start to withdraw his hips, pulling out slowly so as not to hurt you. You whined quietly at the sudden emptiness you felt, but relaxed slowly, your body glad to finally get a break. Alhaitham watched as his and your mixed release gushed out of you, soiling the sheets below. You whimpered softly against the pillow below you, before feeling weightless as Alhaitham picked you up and slowly got out of the bed. He then went to the bathroom connected to his room, and turned on the faucet to the bath, waiting until the water was warm to plug the drain and wait for the bath to fill. He locked the bathroom door for good measure and then slowly lowered you and himself into the warm water. Alhaitham grabbed the shampoo from the side of the bath and squirted some into his palm, rubbing his hands together and then slowly and gently massaging it into your hair. You sighed deeply and relaxed in his gentle hold as he shampooed and then conditioned your and his hair. You then felt his hands start to massage your back, his palms rolling against the sore muscles in your tired body. You felt like you were floating on a cloud, and decided to try returning the favor, turning back and massaging his shoulders gently. He hummed softly and pressed his lips against your forehead. “Thank you.” You mumbled tiredly, smiling up at him dreamily. Alhaitham nodded and then slowly lifted you out of the water, grabbing a few towels and drying you off. He then set you down on a chair in the bedroom before he wrapped one of the towels around his waist and went to get a clean set of sheets for the bed from the linen closet down the hall. He had just gotten the sheets and was about to head back to his room when he heard someone clear their throat behind him. He rolled his eyes, turning around after, only to be greeted by the sight of your older brother, Diluc, glaring at him.

Diluc and Alhaitham butted heads often whenever they saw each other, and Diluc looked furious as of now. “Can I help you?” Alhaitham asked, his tone one of boredom and his facial expression the same. He knew that your older brother was going to be angry at him regardless of what he said, so he gave up on trying to downplay what he did with you tonight. “The audacity you have to do that when there are other people here, you arrogant bastard, I’ll-” “You know what, I enjoyed fucking your sister into that mattress so hard she was crying.” Alhaitham interrupted him, smirking at him. “And I’ll do it again tomorrow if it pisses you off this much.” He finished, shoving past him to get back to your shared room with him. He quickly changed the sheets and looked back at you, who was now asleep in the chair. He locked the bedroom door once again and turned back to look at you with a sigh. You were a blessing in his eyes, and he knew he didn’t deserve your love, but you insisted that he did. He slowly lifted you up into his arms and used the towel to dry off your hair, drying his own hair off after he had set you down under the covers. You mumbled in your sleep and stirred slightly, before opening your eyes and looking back at your lover as he finished drying himself off. You slowly sat up and rolled over to face him as he walked back out of the bathroom. “You should be asleep, we went at it for a while, and you’re no doubt exhausted.” he advised, a concerned look on his face as he got under the covers with you. “Diluc heard us, didn’t he?” you asked, knowing the reason for said concern. Alhaitham sucked in a sharp breath before averting his gaze and suddenly becoming interested in the wall. “Yes, he did. Your brother and I don’t exactly get along all that well, you and I both know that, and the fact that we eloped and didn’t get his blessing doesn’t exactly make things better.” he iterated, causing you to slowly lift your upper body to balance on one of your palms before reaching out and gently taking his hand into yours as you spoke. “I wanted to marry you, Kaeya said he thought you were a good person and that you treated me well, so I took that as his blessing for me to marry you. I knew that Diluc would never say yes, and whether or not I had gotten his blessing doesn’t matter to me, I was always planning to elope anyway. Besides, Diluc has no right to give it, my father told me that if I wanted to marry someone, that he trusted my judgment and would let me marry whoever I saw worthy enough to do so. You, Alhaitham, are that person. No blessing or lack thereof will ever change the fact that I love you.” you reassured him, threading your fingers with his. He looked over at you and leaned in closer to you, pressing his lips against yours. “Come on, let’s get some sleep, I’m exhausted.” he said, wrapping you up in his arms and holding you close as he laid down against the soft mattress and pillows beneath the two of you. Just before the two of you fell asleep, you heard him speak softly. “I love you too, (Y/N), I always will.” he whispered, hugging you tightly before his hold loosened and his breathing slowed a few minutes later. You snuggled up closer to him and smiled softly, falling asleep in his arms soon after.

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[caramelstarlight]

Hi! I have a silly request to share.

It's about Al-Haitham and reader being former academic rivals. They were always at each other's throats. No matter what snarky comment one made the other always had a quick and witty remark. Oh? One got a 95 on their test? Well, too bad! The other got a 100 and will rub it in the other's face.

Literally all of Sumeru knew of their rivalry. But you know what they say: the more you bicker, the more you love. And eventually, the two would date in secret for the next couple of years before eventually getting engaged.

Needles to say, poor Kaveh, Cyno, and Tighnari were gobsmacked to see Al-Haitham linking arms with his biggest rival since his Akademiya days and introducing her as his fiancee.

I’m doing this again bc tumblr didn’t save my earlier draft 😭🤚

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anyways! Expect slower updates because school has started again for me. (Excluding this and the other one I have in my inbox.)

I haven’t been touching this because I was confused on how to grasp this.

But yay story. It’s below the cut (You have amurta because it’s the biggest and my favorite.)

Rivals to Lovers

Alhaitham x Female Reader (Can be read as G/N)

You walked into class carrying what you needed for the day. Today was a test taking one. Sadly it was the first class you were in that had the test. Others came through the door you watched as each person sat down. Waiting for the bell to ring.

When it did ring everyone was inside as the teacher welcomed everyone and showed a few confusing parts with a few hints on how to deal with them. Luckily you understood everything unlike some others.

You received your test and began. Skimming through each page to find similarities in questions. Using that method to easily do majority correctly. You focused on the other questions and used the tips the teacher had given the class.

Amurta was lucky to have such a kind teacher, giving everyone study time and tips to pass any tests and gives tutoring in lunch or recess period. Everyone would pass in her class.

You went to your next class, identifying differences between certain species. Being given multiple animals with similar ones. Such as Snow,Crimson and Desert foxes.

You figured out majority of the differences and finished early. Focusing on drawing a Crystalfly and a Avidya Leopard for the remaining time. The bell rang and you walked out. Seeing Tighnari with his friends beside Alhaitham.

Your mind thought of what happened to him. Is he stuck in the library like always? You’d ask yourself as you went towards the bunch. Joining in on the conversation they were maintaining.

Until Alhaitham showed up. You looked at him and Kaveh tried to act like he wasn’t there. Failing of course. “I betted that you wouldn’t get a better score than me.”

He stated as he looked at you. “Oh yeah? I bet I did better than you. Why don’t you tell me ur score?” You stated confidently and he said he got a 95. “How much were you betting?” “Only 20 dollars(idk how much mora that would be lol) Are you scared?”

“No because I got a perfect score of 100!” You said as the others tried to not laugh. Your rivalry with eachother was interesting. Showing your paper to him across the table and sticking your tongue out. “Anyways who did you bet it to?” “Cyno.” Everyone’s head turned to him and he was confused. “What?”

“Why cyno-?” Kaveh asked to Alhaitham. “Because he wanted to.” “I uhhh…” “Cyno you shouldn’t bet.” Tighnari scolded him as he nodded. “Anyways I will do better than you in our next class!” You said as you looked to Alhaitham. “Yeah sure.” He replied as he looked away and back to his book. Handing cyno the money.

He did better the next time and repeated what you did to him beside sticking out his tongue. Another fight between you two was about to happen. Which is usually the both of you just rambling about the other and trying to be louder than the other. Which didn’t happen. Thanks to Tighnari holding you back.

Multiple years passed and graduation comes. You two of course still bickered with one another and weren’t as competitive as you used to be when you were younger.

Now with the both of you dating secretly you have to keep up the act still. You both didn’t want others to find out that secret that was kept hidden.

You sticked out your tongue playfully at him as you linked arms. He smiled at you before he made you spin and let go. You dropped your scroll as he snickered at you.

Your yelling could be heard from a bit away. Gathering a lot of people’s attention but they were used to it. Everyone knew you bickered constantly. Trying to keep up the act as you made him drop his scroll. He looked at you with slight anger and ignored you.

When the time came you yeeted your hats in happiness. A few bits of celebration everywhere. All happy they were finished learning successfully in their chosen darshan.

He brought you on dates with gifts and you did the same but he did majority of them. Always booking the times that would be the most crowded or exclusive.

Both of yours and his parents approved of it. Letting you both to get engaged after a few years of getting together. You and him arranged a meet up with the others after not seeing them for 3 years.

“Hey guys long time no see!” You said as you waved to them at the meetup spot. Alhaitham linking his arm with you. They were in shock at the two of you. “You guys are dating-?” Tighnari asked as he looked at the arms. “Yeah. We’re engaged actua-“ “WHAT?” Cyno and Kaveh exclaimed as Tighnari covered his ears.”

“Yes indeed. She is my fiancé.” “Y/N your his fiancé-??” Kaveh asking you while you nodded. “You guys always bicker I’m surprised you both managed to do this.” Cyno mentioned as you all headed to the spot.

“She and I had a Rivals to Lovers I guess?” Alhaitham stated as you nodded slightly. Talking with the others on the way. “We’re going to the cafe to have lunch together! It’s on us.” You said as Alhaitham gave a thumbs up.

Arriving at the cafe and ordering, sitting down and chatting amongst everyone while waiting for the food and drinks to arrive. Enjoying the meal as you all listened to stories of what happened to eachother in those three years.

(Had no idea how to end this but I hope you enjoy)

#genshin impact #sumeru #genshin impact x reader #dendro #tighnari #Cyno #Kaveh #genshin x reader #genshin alhaitham x reader #genshin alhaitham #alhaitham x reader #alhaitham x fem!reader #alhaitham x female reader

[milkychaa]

LAZY MORNINGS

AN: just a small blurb, not proofread so if it's cringy i apologize T_T, fem body reader

She groaned softly as she felt herself wake up. Her hands prodded around besides her hoping to feel for her source of warmth only to be met with cold blankets. She sat up, groggily rubbing away her remaining sleepiness "stupid early waker" She grumbled "I can hear you" She turned to the side to be met with the glorious sight of her boyfriend in his sleeve-les shirt. She whistled low as she let her eyes wander over the man. Alhaitham rolled his eyes at her through the mirror "stop ogling me, y/n" "I'm sorry, you just look exceptionally good with just the shirt. Honestly if you'd told me I'd get to see this view I'd wake at 5am everyday! Hell 3am even!" Alhaitham shook his head "well at least then you'd be on time for work,instead of constantly being late. Just because I'm acting grand sage doesn't mean you can slack off you know-are you even listening?" "No...I'm having a moment in my head" He sighed as he turned around to face her. With a few strides he stood before her, arms caging her into the bed where she sat. In that moment she wondered how he still towered over her even after reducing himself to her height "hey! i was enjoying the view-" Her words were drowned out as he kissed her, not as long as would've liked but she didn't complain as he continued his ministrations down her neck. He nibbled her ear, his finger drew circles under his her shirt, not helping with her ever growing blush "Still want to have your moment in your head or would you like the real thing?"

#alhaitham x reader #al haitham #alhaitham #al haitham x reader #sumeru #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact #genshin impact alhaitham #alhaitham x fem!reader #genshin x reader #al haitham x fem!reader #al haitham reader

[asherheed]

sunsets of our youth

⚘ ‹ featuring › alhaitham x fem!reader

⚘ ‹ tags › lighthearted, fluff, meeting for the first time, partnerships, banter, they're schoolmates, in my head the six darshans have a point system like in hogwarts, reader is trying to be civil and keeping it together but fails anyway, implied pining

⚘ ‹ note › i'm back from the hell that is uni (sorry for being v ia my priorities are all over the place) with another alhaitham fic to commemorate his arrival in the next update <3 good luck to everyone who will be wishing for him!!

Today will be a good day – this was something you’ve been trying to tell yourself lately as your final thesis defense for the current academic quarter scheduled by the Herbad assigned to your field of study was drawing near. Not only were you plagued with one major academic deadline, but you were also required to participate in a paired final debate for a school event with a guy named Alhaitham that made you question your sanity.

Most of your days were spent inside the House of Daena double-checking if your references were dependable, so with each question asked of you would be answered with brevity and a certainty that your responses would leave no room for further questioning. You weren’t the type of person who would break under the interrogation of your own research. You’ve dedicated time to understand it, cultivated methodologies to achieve near-perfect results. Although your classmates might repeatedly say you were doing too much already as one of the leading students in the Akademiya, you simply would not settle for less, especially when the final deliberation of grades was just around the corner.

It doesn’t help that competition among your peers is as toxic as an unmonitored game of TCG. If you were to simply not go above and beyond, you would hardly be able to hold a prestigious position reserved for Vahumana scholars and have the academic freedom to pursue your own research without having to consider the ethics involved (not that you would do something illegal).

Walking up the stairs to the library, you made your way to your favorite spot in the room: the table near the shelves containing books for Haravatat students. You smiled as you saw your seat was unoccupied, placing the books you’ve borrowed the week prior and the scrolls containing your notes on the empty table.

Today you were unsurprisingly earlier than your habitual schedule. Then again, given that there were only four weeks left until the defense, you wanted not to waste any time dawdling in the comfort of your bed. Being painstakingly neutral with that time limit made you restless. You were glad most of your classmates opted to finalize their work a week prior to the deadline, as you have most of the library all to yourself.

Well, and to the gray-haired man who just walked in, eyeing you distastefully.

You raised an eyebrow and opened your scrolls as he approached your table. Skimming through the unmarked references you needed to check, you took out the books necessary for examination, and was about to get started when an irritated sigh made you turn away.

You looked at the man, tilting your head to the side. “Can I help you with something?”

He pursed his lips, frowning. “You’re in my seat.”

Glancing around the room, you replied, eyebrows furrowing, “There are plenty of empty seats nearby.”

“Yes, and you’re in my favorite one.” He replied like this was public information.

A dazed look of bewilderment crossed your face, and you schooled it into impassiveness, uncertain of your next approach. “You don’t own this library.”

He rolled his eyes as if you were being unreasonable. “Obviously.” He replied, pulling out the seat opposite to yours and placed his scrolls and books with a huff.

Narrowing your eyes, you glanced at your scrolls and pressed a hand to your temples.

Today is going to be a good day.

Remarkably, everything was going well between you and the man. You kept to your side of the table, and he did the same. His gaze was intent on his work, and you found his undoubtedly unpleasant presence to be tolerable than you expected. The sound of rustling parchment from the occasional shift of position and the turning page of a book filled the air between you two, and you felt a sense of relief from the interaction you had with him earlier did not escalate to further unpleasantries.

All good things must come to an end, though, as you surreptitiously eyed the books, he had with him.

“You’re from Haravatat, aren’t you?” You asked as he glanced at you and nodded. “What’s your research all about?”

“Unfortunately, I’m not allowed to disclose that at my own discretion,” he muttered, and you clenched your jaw.

“I can assure you that I’m not someone who would stoop so low and steal the subject of someone’s thesis.” You grumbled, discomfited by the fact that he could just accuse someone of such a thing so blatantly. How rude.

Leaning back, he pursed his lips in thought, then sighed. “I’m defining how the approach of Haravatat and Vahumana on the study of history has its consequential influence on the interpretation of the universal rules and various ruins.” He answered, raising a brow expectantly. “I’m certain you’re well-acquainted with this argument, seeing as your school is part of my study.”

You shifted in your seat at his scrutiny of your presence, contemplative. “How did you know I’m from Vahumana?”

“You are Y/N, aren’t you?” He cleared his throat and rested his chin on his hand. “Part of the Akademiya’s Top 10? You’re practically famous.”

A flush crept across your cheeks and he avoided your gaze. “That’s not relevant. Those records are purposefully concealed to the public for confidentiality, unless there are exceptions.”

He leaned away from the table, suddenly resuming his work. “Yes, I’m aware of that.”

“So?”

“So what?”

You sighed heavily. “How do you know me?”

“I hardly think that information is valuable. After all, the Akasha Terminal exists, and I’m clearly wearing one right now.”

Touché.

Grimacing, you turned on your Akasha Terminal. You didn’t really like using it because it often provided you with headaches in the morning, but you felt foolish for not trying to know who this person was while he knew all about you. Apparently, even from the moment he saw you. Despite your negative sentiments towards the technology, you accepted the fact that you might be plagued by a migraine tomorrow for a solitary question.

Your vision swam as the words appeared in front of your eyes, and your mouth went dry as the man’s face emerged beside it.

“You’re Alhaitham?”

“Congratulations.”

“How is that possible? My Herbad said you were the most pleasant student he’s ever had to work with, and I’m supposed to–” your mouth fell open. “Oh, god.”

“Ten points to Vahumana.” Alhaitham mumbled, stealing a furtive glance at your flustered appearance. He looked away again, clearing his throat. “Would you want to discuss the terms of our partnership for the debate, or do you need a day to compose yourself?”

Today was not a good day. Today was not a good day at all.

Clasping your hands together, you straightened in your seat, taking note of Alhaitham’s inconspicuous way of hiding his unease at the thought of being your partner. You couldn’t blame him. You also would have preferred to meet with your partner professionally than whatever both of you did.

To be fair, you weren’t the one spouting claims for probable theft.

“Let’s strike a deal, then.” You declared, gathering your composure, and Alhaitham finally looked at you, appearing relieved. “We work on our sources for the debate and practice for the next two weeks, and then we’ll leave each other alone once we’ve won. You won’t ever see me again unless certain circumstances arise.”

He pondered for a moment before nodding slowly. “Yes, and I want my chair.”

“No, I get to keep the chair, and you’ll get to have the seat you’re on right now,” he crossed his arms, about to retort. “But we get to keep this whole table. Well, at least for as long as we cross paths unintentionally.”

“You do realize that is highly improbable considering that we go to different schools.”

“Yes, I do.”

“You don’t own this library.” He echoed your words at you, and you see the quick upturn of his lips.

You hid a smile of your own, forcing your face to remain stoic. “Obviously.”

For a moment, you wondered if he’ll reject you as his face scrunched up, but then he nodded. “I agree to the terms of your deal.” Standing up, he reached his hand out. “I hope we can work together professionally.”

You highly doubted that. You shook his hand, and it enveloped your whole hand. “I hope so, too.”

The sound of more people coming inside the House of Daena made you glance at the entrance, and Alhaitham followed your gaze. He gathered his scrolls and books. “That’s my cue.” He said, and you watched him disappear from your sight.

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