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yostresswritinggirl · 1 year

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That Loud House

pairings -> Alhaitham x Reader x Kaveh; poly

words -> 2,574 words

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Foundation

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"You know I can't do that."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

But no one ever believes Eymen the bartender.

Surveying

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Structuring

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I made progress."

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

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

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

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

They just wish things were a little quieter.

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

@ireallylikehamsters

#genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #kaveh x reader #alhaitham x reader #al haitham x reader #genshin impact fluff #gender neutral #exile.flower #poly kavetham #sumeru arc

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late-nightfalls · 10 months

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"Real Masterpiece"

Warnings: poly!kavehtham, little smut (?), very wet, NSFW🤚🔞

• How did you get to such a position? You had no idea, but you wouldn't trade this moment for anything in the world...

The image of Kaveh being fucked by Alhaitham was mesmerizing, not to mention hot.

Messy blond hair hanging over his shoulders, pretty face all flushed, lips and brows pursed with pure pleasure, not to mention the sweet moans that came out of his throat.

A real masterpiece

And indeed, it was pure luck that you were able to enjoy it so closely.

Not that you could get out of this position anyway (even if you wanted to, which you didn't tbh).

It was Kaveh's own suggestion to try something new with you and Alhaitham. A new sex position to be precise... and both you and Alhaitham were unable to resist your blond lover puppy eyes.

Thank archons.

"Ah...ohh..~"

An annoyed groan followed by Kaveh's cock nudging your lips pulled you back to reality.

Ah yes, you got distracted again. How silly of you.

"Don't stray too far dear. You know how impatient he can be..~" how your silver haired lover could speak a whole sentence yet without stuttering you didn't know.

"Sorry.. I got..distracted.." you murmured softly, soon being interrupted by the slippery head of Kaveh's cock slamming against your cheek.

"Keep.. sucking.." he said impatiently, moving his hips to try to get more of Alhaitham's cock inside of his role.

The position Kaveh chose was a little…peculiar.

With him holding the headboard, his back curved beautifully against Alhaitham's strong chest. Absolutely no space was left between the scribe's groin and the architect's ass, only when Alhaitham moved his hips back before slamming into Kaveh causing a wet slam.

And where do you fit into this puzzle?

Lying between Kaveh's thighs of course!

No chance to escape since the blonde was (basically) hovering above your stomach. His cock dragging between your breasts and his tip hitting your lips desperate for more of the caress of your sweet mouth.

You subconsciously press your thighs together, thinking about how much you love this scene.

When Alhaitham realizes that you are drowning in daydreams again, he drags one of his hands from where he was gripping Kaveh's hips and slowly takes his lover's cock between his fingers, such an action causing Kaveh to shudder and moan impatiently.

He jerks it off a few times and when he feels Kaveh relax against him, he puts the pink tip in front of your mouth.

"Don't keep him waiting doll~" he murmurs against Kaveh's shoulder. Gray eyes watching you intently, urging you to do as he tells you.

And who are you to refuse such a tempting request?

You open your mouth, presenting your velvety tongue and hot throat, both waiting to please your grumbling blond lover...~

"Good Kitty~"

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Lmao im dying inside

#genshin impact smut #alhaitham smut #alhaitham x reader #kaveh smut #kaveh x reader #Night naughty thoughts #poly!kavehtham

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theveesbf · 1 month

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Hello. I just wanted to say that I really like your work, and if I can request poly relationship with Chiori and Chevreuse. I don't know if you write for the fem reader, but if you don't nb/gn reader would be okay.

Chevreuse X Chiori X Reader poly headcannons

︴Notes - Hello!! Thank you for the chevreuse and chiori request I love them so much😭💗 and yes I do write for female reader! I changed my rules to let it more clear lmao-

︴Content - Headcannons of poly!Chevreuse X Chiori X Female!Reader

It was a real mystery on how the heck you managed to get the attention of both Chiori and Chevreuse.

And even date the two of them!

Chevreuse was more "reserved", not really saying every thing she thought.

Now Chiori was the opposite, she wasn't the most talkative person yeah, but Chiori never hesitated on saying what she thinks out loud.

One thing they both had in common was their jealousy over you, how protective they are, and how they did not care about other people's opinions.

Chevreuse and Chiori never took it well when someone decided to stare you for too much time.

And Chevreuse usually was enough to scare them off, only glaring at them for a second.

But if it didn't work, Chiori was there too! She had a reputation of being... "Rude" with other people. And I don't think anyone wants an angry Chiori to talk to them.

Whoever were rude to them, you didn't have to do a lot because they managed to get rid of the person quickly.

Chevreuse didn't show a lot of affection in public or in private. But the little she showed was enough.

Chevreuse usually holds your and Chiori's hands and kiss your cheek. Maaaybe a peck on your lips.

Chiori on the other hand is more affectionate with you and Chevreuse.

She likes to kiss your hand, hug and kiss you. Not any kiss though, but long and passionate ones.

Chiori is the one who makes all of your clothes. She's not letting you wear clothes from another person in Fontaine.

Chevreuse applies to that too, when she's not wearing her uniform, she better wear something made by Chiori.

Chiori says "I love you" like a routine, it's automatic. Chevreuse don't say it often, but that makes it even more special when she says it.

They really love you, and you love them back too! <3

#chevreuse x reader #chiori x reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #chiori genshin #chevreuse genshin #genshin impact #genshin #poly relationship

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weirdthinkingdragon · 1 year

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Shouldn’t Have Traveled

Yandere Diluc, x chubby reader x yandere Zhongli

Words: 5,700+

warnings: poisoning mentions, slightly descriptive murder, unwanted touch, reader made fun of by others, physically clingy Diluc (you can pry that from my cold, dead, hands)

Took a pic of where the ending scene is for clarity.

Sorry if anyone (besides Donna, Diluc, and Zhongli are ooc. Idk their personalities too well yet.

I’ve decided to leave Mondstat. Not for any reason anyone would think. It’s rather awkward and I’ll never admit the real reason to anyone. I can’t really stand being around Diluc anymore. Donna and other’s words are starting to get to me.

What words? The scathing words of “He’d never like someone like you”. They say that’s due to my different appearance. The words never really hurt, but it’s getting irritating, and I’m unsure how much more I can hear them talk about it before I snap and deck one or more of them. That’s also why I can’t be around Diluc. Just seeing or interacting with him also brings up their words again.

A few final things are being packed tightly into my large bag. My plan is to just stay at the hotel for a week or two and come back. Then again that plan might change, who knows? If somehow a job comes up and they’re welcoming, I’ll maybe live there instead.

Thankfully I kept Mora saved up for a while and quit my job at Good Hunter. Being a cook there was exhausting too. One of Donna’s friends also being there obviously made things worse as she framed me for a lot of things, making the others not too happy with me. Think one of the only ones who do still like me is Barbara when they tried to frame me for making her food extra spicy.

Another glance in my bag. Hmm… I’m a little low on things to drink on my travel to Liyue. Some grape juice would be nice, so I head towards Angel’s Share.

The group of Diluc-obsessed parasites try to block me.

“Yeesh, you guys still have a whole fence shoved up your asses? I should have known you have a poor tree up there now too. Sad it had to die for your personalities. All I’m doing is buying grape juice for travel.” I reply and give an eyeroll with it, entering Angel’s Share.

Their insulted faces a sight to behold being the last thing seen.

A certain redhead was working, catching me by surprise. Really wasn’t expecting for him to be working instead tonight. Fuck. Ah, screw it. A last chat won’t harm anything.

“Diluc?”

His head whips towards the door instantly. His eyes zoning onto the bag I’m carrying. They almost seem to narrow.

“I wasn’t expecting you to be working tonight.” I inform, sitting down in the free seat in front of him. My bag being placed onto the floor.

Diluc places the glass he had in his hands onto the island and looks me in my eyes. “I decided to give Charles a break for the night.”

“That’s one thing I admire about you-” His eyes widen slightly, meanwhile I mentally smack myself for letting that slip. “I- well- It’s how you treat your workers. Unlike many I’ve seen, you’re not as harsh with them, and more thoughtful.”

I cross my arms and mumble “If only Good Hunter stayed the same, I would probably have stayed.”

He rather firmly slams the glass back on the island I didn’t notice he picked back up. “You’re leaving? Alone?” I could almost swear his voice slightly raised like he was worried. Maybe he is? Kaeya has told me he does care about others. As just said how he’s letting Charles have the night off. He just doesn’t show emotions very well most of the time.

“Yeah, I was planning on heading to Liyue early in the morning. I was hoping to get some grape juice for on the way there though. It would need to be in something portable. Bottles or even jars would be fine. Of course, I’d pay the fee for those too.”

Diluc’s frown deepens.

The door open and closed, but I think nothing of it.

“If you don’t have any, I could go find some and come back for you to fill them, if that would be alright. I don’t want to overwork you.”

He shakes his head. “No, that would be fine. Believe it or not, it’s not the first time someone has asked for transportable items to be filled. I’ll work on it. You won’t have to worry about carrying them since I’ll be coming with you tomorrow.”

Wha- no! The whole reason I’m leaving is involving him!

“That’s alright. I couldn’t ask you to do that. You’re quite a busy person as it already is.”

His eyes narrow at me. “I’m not taking “no” as an answer. I’m going with. You need a guide.”

His tone scared me a little, I won’t lie to myself.

He crosses his arms and closes his eyes for a second, taking a breath in before looking at me again. “You don’t even have a vision. You also don’t know where you’re going, and I am worried, whether you believe it or not. I also was planning on going to Liyue as well to visit someone close to me.”

I hate everything he said was nothing but logic. I would just ask him if I could ask a knight or something to come with, but knowing his strong dislike for them, it would be a bad idea.

It stays quiet between us for a minute.

“... Why don’t you go rest up for the night? It’s going to be a long day tomorrow.”

I wonder if I could get far enough before he could catch me if I left tonight.

“You’re giving away what you’re thinking. You better not. I will catch up. Don’t test it.”

Ugh, fine. I’m still worried since he’ll be tired tomorrow.

While leaving, the group comes up yet again with bottles in their hands. The door opening and closing must have been a friend I didn’t notice was there.

They hold out the empty bottles towards me.

… are they serious? What makes them think I’d trust them? They probably put poison or something in these. Doesn’t help they’re not see through. Yeah, no. I’m not using these. Their smirks are just making me more tired and not wanting to deal with their shit.

“Oh, you guys already know I’m leaving? Uh, thanks…” I take them, already knowing they’re going in the trash.

“Just a little goodbye gift~”

Wow, how thoughtful.

They leave giggling. Probably from malicious intentions.

“Would you like me to take those, (Y/N)?” suddenly asked a voice. I turn to see Charles.

“You haven’t left yet?” I asked him.

“I stayed to clean up a few final things in the back. It’s not my place, but I don’t trust what those women gave you.”

I glance at the 3 glasses in my hands again. “That makes two of us. Are you sure they won’t be dug into by the cats and dogs around? That’s my main concern if I throw them.”

“I can assure they will be taken care of properly.” He informs.

I mentally shrug. Eh, whatever. He’s reliable. I pass him the bottles and go to my house one final time.

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I feel a hand on my shoulder as I prepare to exit to the bridge with Diluc. Diluc’s not here yet though. Oh archons, if I ever come back, I’m not going to ever hear the end of I took their “precious Diluc”. Turning around, it’s Venti. One of the closest friends I made here, and only ones left. His face is far more serious than I’ve ever seen it.

“... Stay safe out there,” He cautiously looks around. I do as well, and the nuisances are not around for once. Diluc however is seen with his own bag coming up. “Especially from him.” He quickly takes his hand off before Diluc could see.

Diluc glares at Venti while walking up to me. “We better get going.” A hand of his is on my lower back, gently pushing me forward.

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Numerous quiet hours pass, and my feet are starting to kill me. I’m starting to think Kaeya lied to me it was an easy day trip.

Looking at Diluc, he doesn’t even seem to be the slightest bit uncomfortable. The only noticeable thing is the bags growing under his eyes.

I’ve been trying to think of things to make it less awkward, but nothing comes to mind. He hates small talk.

“So… should I find a way to message you or something if I want to come back to Mondstadt?”

Diluc stops for a moment. “... I’ll inform who I’m going to meet.”

Okay. well, that was a good talk, I guess.

About an hour later, I’m at my limit. Curse everything and whoever created pain. My feet are going to be sore for weeks at this point. How the hell do people wander like this?

Diluc still stays vigilant and glares around at every direction like something will pop out. I’m more worried about him collapsing from exhaustion than anything.

… why do I feel like I still would before he would at this rate?

“When should we set up a small camp for rest for a while? I only brought my small one for more easy transportation, but I think we could both squeeze in.” though I’d much rather not.

It’s already near sunset. Holy fuck I’ve been walking ALL day.

Diluc gives a stare off into the distance in though,, then nods. “I’ll get some firewood.”

I nod and dig out the tent. Fortunately, slamming the sticks in deep enough was pretty easy and I remember how to set it up from camping with a few friends years ago.

Diluc comes not long after with an impressive amount of wood, and drops it onto the ground not far from the tent. He piles a few together and scrapes dirt into a pile around it. He then lights his claymore and holds it onto the wood until it starts to burn.

I begrudgingly have to admit having someone with a pyro vision likely makes traveling a lot easier.

We both crawl under and it’s so phenomenally awkward. Him closer to the back and I in the front. It’s really crowded just between us. We’re both just staring awkwardly at each other in the eyes.

… something drops onto the tent. Then another, then several- it’s raining. How did we not notice that sooner? There was no point in making a fire.

Nope, it’s now already pouring. “You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me.” I mumble, but the close proximity likely made him hear it.

“I never need an umbrella, so I’d be fine. Hopefully the temperature won’t drop too much.”

The temperature does rapidly starts to drop though. Now I’m wishing I brought a second blanket with. My arms get tucked together, trying to keep a bit more warmth.

Arms grab my sides, making me let out a surprised noise. “Wha- Diluc! I’m not sure if-”

“Don’t care,” His arms quickly wrap around my back, squeezing me close. “I’d rather you not get sick while we’re on our way.” His great smelling cologn from proximity hitting my senses hard.

The heat that rushes to my face is even warmer than the warmth radiating out of his clothes.

“Uh…” What the fuck am I supposed to say? “Ooh this is nice!”??

It’s definitely not! Ugh, why did he have to be the one for this? I should have lied about when I was leaving…

He tightens his grip when I uncomfortably try to squirm free. “Quit. Moving.”

I stop and mentally sigh. It better not rain again tomorrow night.

He never loosens his grip.

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The tightness around me while slowly coming back makes me try to squirm free again, while the memories of last night catch up.

Diluc’s arms tighten more than last night. Looking at his eyes, he appears to still be asleep.

The way I’m so torn between enjoying this, and being disgusted is wild. Donna’s words trying to come back. Thankfully the little I know about Diluc is he will never talk about this out loud, even with a blade pointed at him.

For a second, I wonder if I should wake him or let him sleep. But he should probably get ready to get back to Mondstadt ASAP.

Well, since it’s not raining anymore, and I’m still uncomfortable at this, I’m waking him up.

Fortunately, my arms are free. I reach up and shake his shoulder. “Diluc, it’s time for us to continue.” my feet throb in protest at the idea.

He lets out a sigh, almost like he was disappointed. He lets me go and I roll off onto the ground, then getting up. Checking my bag, it thankfully stayed dry.

I pack my bag back together, and we head off again, much to my feet’s displeasure. But from Diluc informed me earlier, we should be about halfway there. Luckily we’ve only encountered some hillachurls, and he gets rid of them so easily it makes me almost feel bad for them.

The sights have been beautiful though. Almost to the point I could ignore the still-growing pain in my feet.

“Here.”

I turn to notice a clear bottle of grape juice handed to me and take it, finally realizing I haven’t drank anything in a while either. I drink it quickly.

“It’s better to stay up with fluids and food for long travels. I’ve… learned my lesson before.”

Well, that’s a can of worms I’m not opening. In speaking of bottles though… “Sorry to change off that, but did Charles give you three that weren’t clear?”

Diluc frown gets worse. “He did, and told me how Donna and the others gave you them,” His voice dipped like he was disgusted even thinking about it. “Had them drink from the poisoned bottles they gave you. Unfortunately, it won’t kill them, but it better make them think twice about their actions. Next time I won’t be so lenient.”

So they were poison- wait, what??? He’s fucking insane! I mean, sure, they were pretty bad and wanted to poison me, but poisoning them back isn’t right either! I force myself to stay calm. I can’t outrun him anyway, and I don’t know where I’m going either if requiring to leave the path. This does open my eyes more on him though.

A secret part of me is touched he did such a thing for me though.

“That’s a bit far, isn’t it? Couldn’t you get in trouble for that?”

“I have my connections if they decide to try anything.”

I shrug. Eh, whatever I guess. I am still staying a bit away from him, which he seems to notice. He comes over and grabs my bag, pulling me right beside him.

“I also don’t think me being this close is necessary.”

“You’d be surprised how quickly an ambush could happen. Especially if we encounter a ruin guard or abyss mage.”

Fat chance a ruin guard would be on the main path. Even I know that.

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Yet another day already flies by. I plop my backside onto the ground, take my shoes off, and rub my worsening sore feet. “Ugh, I’m not usually one for complaining, but holy Celestia my feet hurt. Smack Kaeya for me next time you see him for lying it was a rather short trip.”

Diluc jabs the stake quite deeply into the ground and is setting up the tent this time. “I’m surprised you got this far without complaining. If it’s really bad though, do you want me to carry you tomorrow?”

Gods no. I could never deal with that embarrassment if anyone traveling were to see it. “No. You’d have a lot more to carry than just your bag already. Me and my bag is too much to ask.”

He gives me a look I can’t understand. Kind of annoying it’s always been rather hard to understand whatever he’s feeling since he hardly shows it.

“It wouldn’t be.”

“I’d rather not test it. Besides, we should be there by tomorrow noon, right?”

He nods.

Looking at the darkening sky, it’s likely not going to rain this time. I glance at the tent, not wanting to stand up and walk to it.

Diluc seems to notice and comes over, crouching down. An arm wraps under my knees, making me instantly realize his intention. “Wait- stop! I can do it!-”

He puts his other arm behind my back, and easily stands up fully. “Don’t struggle.”

I feel like I’ve heard stuff like that more the past few days than all my life before combined.

He places me down on the blanket and sits next to me. Too close next to me. Honestly? I’m too tired to really care at this point.

An arm wraps around my torso, keeping me closer. What is his obsession with touch!? He never is with anyone anymore, not even his own brother!

A very gentle squeeze to my stomach makes me whip my head to look down at his hand.

??? When did he take his glove off!?

“... I’ve heard what many have been saying. If moving is really what you want, I can’t stop you. However, if you ever wish to visit again, both the Winery and Angel’s Share are always open for you to stay. As for me, I’m angry what they’ve been saying.”

I can’t look at him. I should have known someone like him would so easily catch on.

I begrudgingly have to admit his shoulder is a lot more comfortable than the ground. At least not laying on his chest this time.

“Who do you have to see, anyways?”

“Someone you could say I’m very close with. I have something urgent to discuss with them.

I let out a light chuckle. “Wonder who in the Teyvat got the attention to be cared about by the great Diluc. I’ll surely have to meet them.”

“You will sooner or later when in Liyue.”

Not going to tell me? Alright, he can keep his secrets. Not like he has a lack of them.

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I could kiss the dock we’re walking on to enter Liyue. The guards stand down pretty quickly upon seeing Diluc, so they likely know him.

We get to a hotel and both order rooms. Diluc disappears not too long after, and I stay in my room to rest. I wonder if I should ask someone a tour of Liyue since I know very little about the place.

But first, some rest.

Several hours later, I’m wandering around again, more refreshed. There seem to be a lot of great restaurants to try.

“Hey partner! I reckon you’re new here? I don’t think I’ve ever seen you around before.”

I turn around to see someone with two ponytails walking up to me. She feels rather friendly, but still got my guard up a bit just in case.

“Is it really that obvious?” I ask.

“Yeah, But you don’t have to worry. We get a lot of people from all over visit here. So, what were ya lookin’ for? I might be able to help.”

“I was trying to think of where to eat something, honestly. But uh… I’m not really sure what’s right to start with.”

“That’s easy! You can try something at Wanmin Restaurant! I’m sure my friend there would love to figure out something ya might enjoy! C’mon!” She gestures for me to follow her.

It doesn’t take long to get there, and there’s a girl cooking very enthusiastically.

“Heya Xiangling! Got a new friend here for you to figure out what they’d like.”

She whips her head up. “Xinyan! Ooh, a new person, huh? Where you from!?”

“From Mondstadt.”

How hyperactive can someone get? She somehow gets even more excited at the news.

“Mondstadt!? Ooh! Just let me finish these orders, and I’ll try something you’d like!”

Sooner than later she finishes, and makes something else I’m confused of, especially from never seeing such ingredients being used in food before.

… Eyes are on me from behind. I decide to ignore it. It’s probably just someone curious or rude and not worth my time.

Xiangling passes me something finished I’ve never seen before. I’m a little reluctant to try it, but eventually do after a moment’s pause. It’s delicious.

I say so and nearly scarf it down.

They smile back at me.

“I guess you got another to try your new foods!” Xinyan pipes up.

Oh hell yeah, I’m willing to try others she makes.

I jump out of my skin as a hand rests on my shoulder that isn’t Xinyan’s or Xiangling’s.

“Oh Hey, Zhongli! Been a bit. Ya able to show the newbie here around Liyue? You’re a lot better at that than anyone.”

“I would gladly show a tour around Liyue. I suppose it’s not unknown for me to be the one to do so anymore. Thankfully I’m free to do so now.”

Hot damn that voice. Dude, don’t stop talking. I turn to look at the man who was-

… I don’t like how he’s looking at me. It’s not aggression, disgust, etc. It’s more like wonder? Fascination? Something more like that which worries me worse than something negative or neutral.

He offers his hand to me. Is it to give a handshake or to help me stand up? I reach out to grab his hand. I guess I’ll find-

He grabs it gently, and brings it to his face, kissing the back of it.

Aw fuck, it was the weird 3rd option. Well, he’s a gentleman at least.

“Are you ready for the tour, my dear?”

My- my dear??? A little quick on the draw, Doesn’t he think?

I stand off the chair. “Yeah! Even though I just got here, I can tell I like it here already.”

He smiles like he’s very proud of that.

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Great. I have a bad headache now with everything he’s tried to show and inform to me. This feels like something that should have been spread a few sessions. It was great to know, and I enjoyed it all, but this is too much. I can’t decide if Zhongli talking is helping or worsening the pain.

I rub my forehead. Well, at least it takes away the pain in my feet. “Zhongli?” I cut him off on yet another story of information overload.

He stops and looks at me. “I’m sorry to cut you short. I really like everything, and am totally down to know more, but it’s too much in one setting for me. Would you… maybe be free to continue tomorrow?”

His eyes widen slightly. “Ah, I do apologize. I suppose giving more than just the best tour spots was too much. It appears to have given you a headache. Would you like to come to my place for a bit? I have some tea that would help.”

How about No? Have you ever heard of “stranger, danger”? Seriously, I could be a thief or you could be a murderer for all we know.

“I’m good. Thanks for the offer, though. Just really want to go to bed.”

“Fair enough. Shall we meet at Wanmin Restaurant again tomorrow?”

I nod and turn to head to my room.

“See you then, (Y/N).”

A chill comes over me. Could have sworn my name was never mentioned with him. Or maybe I did? Ugh, head says no thinking.

A group of girls come up to me. “You know, someone like you shouldn’t be interacting with someone like Zhongli.”

Ugh, seriously? He was just showing me around. He really seems to love this place and know the insides and outs. And they should shut up. Their voices are grating my nerves.

A shorter, younger looking woman with them rolls her eyes and almost seems to be playful about it. She comes up to me. “Hey! I’m Hu Tao! It’s nice to see a new face around here!”

I blink a moment, trying to register how she’s super friendly to me already. Trying to sense if she’s just doing it to stab me later, I can’t feel anything off about her. Her being genuine makes it more jarring. Still keeping guarded though, I smile back at her. “Name’s (Y/N). Visiting from Mondstadt.”

Hu Tao gives a massive mischievous smirk, like she knows something bit I don’t. “Mondstadt, huh?...”

“What’s that look for?” I ask.

“Nothing~”

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It’s finally around noon when I exit my room. Something from the side jumps out.

“Ha-what- Hu Tao! What was that for!”

She giggles. “Nothing serious! It was just funny!

Yeah, so funny to scare someone just exiting their room.

“So what are you here for?” Might as well change whatever that was about.

“To see how you like Liyue so far!”

I was… not even here for a day? “Well, good so far. Though Zhongli feels a little odd.”

Hu Tao gives me the same massive smirk. “I Don’t know… I think Zhongli sure likes ya!”

I try not to laugh at the impossibility, but the bark of a disbelieving laugh still comes out. “Yeah right. Not even in my dreams could that happen. I mean, look at him, and look at me.” I joke, while in the proximity of some girls making fun of me earlier. They’re around too, so may as well give them what they want, though it probably won’t help.

She shrugs. “So? You’d be surprised!”

Thanks for the hope, but no.

She runs off without another word.

“I hope you’re well rested?” Inquired the too-familiar voice of Zhongli.

Oh for fuck sake I just woke up for all this.

“Yeah. Weren’t we going to meet later, though?”

“A friend of mine informed me You’d be around here. With your headache from last night, I guessed it was going to take you a long rest before leaving. Would you like to eat somewhere before we continue where we left off?”

My stomach growls in agreement. Ugh, stupid thing. “Sure. lead the way.”

We reached a different restaurant.

One of the girls from before “Hey, look out everyone, they’ve come to eat all your food!”

Yeah? And what if I do? I’ma nibble all your food for making fun of me. May you always have a mysterious bitemark in everything for eternity.

A hand is placed on my shoulder. “I would like it if you’d refrain from such vulgar outbursts about someone innocent who’s come to visit Liyue.” Zhongli pipes up.

The woman’s face was either red with embarrassment or anger at me. Maybe both.

He lead me to a different one instead, and we ordered.

I notice he keeps looking at me while we eat. What? He got a staring problem? I’m getting mixed signals of what he’s like.

Someone came for the mora for our meals.

Zhongli couldn’t seem to find his, making me nearly facepalm. Whatever, he’s a good man so far, as paying is just a favor for his touring I guess.

“Ah, there. I apologize it took a bit to find.”

The waiter didn’t seem to mind and left.

“Well that sure took a bit to find. Having a hard time remembering where you put your mora doesn’t make sense to me.” I tease.

He nods at me. You’d be right. Thankfully someone very close to me has been watching out for my forgetfulness.”

Good thing someone is for him.

He showed me the rest around the harbor, and even some grounds out of it. One place being the strange really tall statues by the thing in the sky, named the Jade Chamber I guess.

It was starting to get dark out.

Zhongli looks over to his right, then stands in front of me. “Apologies, but I will have to cut this short. I need to… take care of something important.”

His voice dipped into something that almost seemed to show anger. Yikes.

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I was still restless after hanging out with Xiangling for a bit again, and left right out the town. It should be safe enough being so close.

The giant statues are visible all the way from here.

A pungent smell hits me as I walk the path. My eyes catch sight of a fight not far up ahead, making me hide behind the rock wall to make sure they wouldn’t see me. I peek up to see

!? Diluc and Zhongli… KILLING people!? The moonlight clearly showing their faces. Neither have psychotic smiles, making it all the more unnerving. Multiple dead Treasure hoarders dead, while one of the women that made fun of me already lying on the ground presumably dead too, and being burned. The pungent smell likely their burning flesh. I can’t believe they’re killers!”

Zhongli pierces through the chest of the final woman still standing is the one who made fun of me earlier. She opens her mouth to scream, but Diluc covers her mouth.

“Surprised you’re helping. Doesn’t your contract prevent you from harming your Liyue people?”

“That would normally be the case,” Zhongli then easily pulls his spear from the now corpse of said woman. Her body flops to the ground.

I’m frozen in my spot. I want nothing more than to move, but my body won’t let me.

“But that’s a good thing many don’t fully read contracts anymore. They broke my contract I made with them. They originally weren’t Liyue people. I could already tell from how they were not too kind to Liyue by making snide comments that they were nothing but trouble. The contract involved no demeaning remarks anymore, or they shall be removed from Liyue one way or another. It’s not hard to tell where they must have skipped. And they tried to damage Liyue’s newest, finest jewel.”

What the fuck does that mean!? I have to get out of here! Come on body! move!

Diluc sets fire to the corpse. “Suffer the wrath of the rock. Much better than that nuisance of a bard’s.”

“I agree. I do also admit, I wish you could be here more often than around him. You’ll have plenty of time though. As for making you and our dear like me, that’s still a work in progress. Are you still sure you want to go through with it? Immortality can cause mourning of losing many.”

“I’m not close to many anyways. You’ve not been to Mondstadt, but outside of my work, I’m not well liked by many. They’re not exactly quiet when speaking their opinions. Besides, (Y/N) is in the picture now.”

Me!? Their behaviors make so much sense now. Oh fuck, fuck, fuck! I REALLY have to leave!

My body can finally move, and I take a slow step back. Hiding might be the best option since there’s no way I’ll be able to outrun them.

*Snap*

Their heads whip towards the sound.

OH MY GODS WHY WAS A STICK THERE!?

I can only hope they think it’s not a human. I hold my breath.

“In speaking of our dear, come on out. It’s safe now. I saw you try to hide earlier.”

I don’t move.

The sound of long strides comes towards me.

I don’t get time to try to bolt before being grabbed by my wrist tightly, but not enough to hurt. My eyes get locked with Zhongli’s, who seem to almost glow a bright golden yellow.

Diluc comes behind and rather loosely wraps his arms around me, his heat radiating off onto me with his close proximity. It slightly tightens before loosening again. A warning. A threat, showing he won’t hesitate to tighten his grip if I try to struggle free and run. their colognes combining almost making me dizzy. They’re not bad, but both at once is powerful.

Zhongli reaches his hand and folds it under my chin, making me look up at him. “You must be quite lost, dear. I said we wouldn’t hurt you. And that was a promise.”

He brings his face to mine and kisses my lips. I was so shocked I didn’t think of biting him until he pulled away. “Now, let’s get back, shall we? I’ll inform of what went on here, then I’ll join the both of you in cuddling. I’m patient, yet I cannot wait.”

I should have just stayed in Mondstadt.

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An: I’m sorry I made Diluc so physically obsessed or it seemed too repetitive to a point. I like to think due to his past, he’s touch-starved to the MAX. He just only shows it to a rare few how much he craves it. Yandere Diluc being even worse. That and I’m rather self-projecting of wanting my favorites being so obsessed with touch with reader lol.

Not my proudest work, but screw it. Debated whether or not to post it lol. Was trying to write a more self confident chubby reader since apparently a lot of people are annoyed when they’re not. Even though I’m not self confident at all. Oh well.

Also, writing full fics still feels like pulling teeth

#yandere diluc x reader #yandere diluc #yandere x reader #yandere genshin #yandere zhongli x reader #yandere zhongluc x reader #yandere zhongli #yandere zhongluc #diluc x reader #zhongli x reader #yandere x chubby reader #yandere x you #yandere poly x reader

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"Sit."

The way their sweet little puppy girl stared up at them, hearts in her eyes, flooded with nothing but absolute adoration. Her tail wags and her soft ears twitch, barely containing just how elated she felt. The ball of her heels were tucked under her bum, her weight holding herself to the floor, lounging in a cute little kneel in front of her two most favourite people. Just as her master had instructed.

"Good girl.. sweet girl," coos Kaveh, raking his hand through her hair, scritching behind her ear. A whine warbles from the back of her throat, she keens into his touch and her puppy tail wags impossibly faster. The two men sit before her, eying her over, pleased with their sweet puppy's obedience.

"Open", instructs the ever impassive Alhaitham. He presses two fingers to his sweet puppy's lips, pretty and plump, caressing them from side to side. She eagerly separates her lips, tentatively pressing her tongue to the tips of his large fingers. Alhaitham's hard gaze softens ever so subtly, a 'hmm' rumbles from his chest. His puppy visibly beams, her ears stand up against Kaveh's hand and her fluffy tail, ever so persistent, follows in suit before wagging again. Alhaitham pushes his digits into her pretty little mouth, she is eager to take them, drooling spit all over them, wanting to make her masters happy. His puppy moans sweetly around his hand, her tongue swirls slowly between the juncture of his fingers, licking up and around, coating them in hot spit. She squirms in her position, her thighs burning her core aching, yearning for any form of friction on her cunny.

"Shhh.. shh darling, you're doing such a good job.. so pretty for us... just a little bit more pretty girl.." Kaveh chimes in, his hand straying from her soft ears to the apple of her cheek, caressing her skin ever so gently.

"Such a good girl.. our precious girl," he coos again, praising his sweet puppy for behaving so well. She whines breathily on to Alhaitham's fingers, becoming drunk on the sweet words that tumble from Kaveh's soft lips. She could stay here forever, sucking on her master's fingers, sitting prettily for them while warming whatever appendages they pleased in her mouth. Alhaitham removes his fingers from her pretty mouth, a slick string of drool chasing after them. Their puppy whines flushed, dumb and fucked out just by sucking on her master's fingers. Her breath hitches and she keens, nosing at his hand for more. Alhaitham 'tuts' and brings his fingers to his own mouth, the taste of his pretty puppy's breath on his fingertips.

His cock stirs in his pants, pressing hotly against the firm material. His fingers slip from his mouth with a heated exhale, slick with both of their essence. Kaveh brings Alhaitham's wet fingers to his own lips, peppering kisses and teasing bites against his fingertips, tasting both of them on his tongue. Alhaitham groans and utters profanity, entranced with Kaveh's pretty lips, his glinting vermillion eyes testing him. Alhaitham had half a mind to take on Kaveh for his behavior, he thought otherwise however, their puppy was waiting. He slips his fingers from Kaveh, getting up from his seat and steadily situating himself behind his sweet darling puppy, who sat so nicely for him.

He slides his hand down her back, resting it upon her hip, his palm warm against her skin. She moves with the pull of his hand, situating herself on her hands and knees, cheek resting on Kaveh's thigh. Alhaitham brings his spit coated hand to his little puppy's behind, wasting no time and stuffing them into her pretty puppy cunt. His puppy pants, breathlessly whining, burying her face into her other master; Kaveh. Kaveh soothes his sweet girl, his hands return to her puppy ears, massaging sweet circles into them. He coos and praises her for being 'such a good puppy', 'what a pretty girl'.

"My sweet puppy, behaving so well, such a good puppy" Kaveh soothes. She writhes in his lap, clutching to him for comfort as her puppy cunt gets fucked by her other master's fingers. Her sweet puppy cunt drools over his fingers, clenching over the bullying pace he sets for her. The puppy girl keens, her face red hot, eyes glittering with pretty tears. Kaveh coos, praising the sweet girl for behaving so nicely. Alhaitham removes his fingers from her gushy cunny, exhaling through his teeth. His palms rest against his sweet puppy's round cheeks, pressing his wet fingers into her plush skin. He pulls them apart, exposing her pretty drooling pussy, all for him to see. She whines, and her tail stands still in embarrassment, slightly, tentatively wiggling in anticipation. Alhaitham puckers his lips slightly before spitting a hot glob of spit on to his puppy's pussy, painting her with his saliva. Her sweet tail wags faster, her toes wriggling and her body squirming in excitement. Alhaitham buries his face into her sweet puppy cunt from behind, licking and nibbling at her little clit.

His sweet puppy girl cries out, babbling and whimpering into Kaveh's lap, who soothes her so sweetly, petting her head and caressing her face. Kavehs hands never leave her, he scritches and scratches her ears, sending the most delicious shiver to her cunny. Alhaitham breathes against her core, heatedly, matching the scorching ache of her pretty clit. She nuzzles her cheek into the pretty pink tip of Kaveh's cock, her eyes doughy and dumb as she looks up at him. Kaveh sucks in a breath, exhaling shakily, tentatively, tapping his flushed head against his puppy's pretty lips. Her hot puppy breath overwhelmed him, his cock aches.

"Good girl." Alhaitham chokes out matter of factly. He licks a long stripe up his puppy's cunny, savoring the sweet taste on his tongue. He props up, kneeling behind her, his fat cock snuggling between the fold of her pretty puppy cunt. He holds the base of his cock, pushing the thick head up and down her cunny, catching her pretty clit. The puppy moans out loud, her tongue dragging against the head of Kaveh's cock, creating a delicious friction for her master. Kaveh can't resist, slapping the head of his length on her pretty tongue, his head lolls back and he chokes out a moan. Alhaitham grips his puppy's soft hips, grinding his cock against her opening, dipping his tip into her hot cunt. His puppy sobs and pushes back, trying to catch his thick cock in her cunny, have him fuck her nice and deep. Alhaitham's hold tightens, bruising his naughty puppy with his fingertips.

"Bad puppies don't get what they want," he deadpans. His palm crashes against her soft ass cheek, his puppy sobs out a garbled whine, her head tucking into Kaveh's gentle hand.

"What do you say?" Alhaitham huffs, bringing his palm down a second time. His puppy drools, her glittery eyes roll back at the contact, Kaveh nudges her softly, egging her to please her other master.

"mm.. 'm sorry.." She whines and warbles, chirping sadly into Kaveh's lap, her tail droops. Alhaitham 'hmms', his palm strokes over the red imprints he created on his sweet puppy's skin. Satisfied, he brings her drooling puppy cunt to his length, burying his cock deep into her warm cunny, bottoming out, her pretty ass pressed against him. His puppy barely chirps a sound, breathlessly whining as his cock plunges into her. Alhaitham starts his pace, fucking into her puppy cunt meanly, bullying her sweet sweet cunny with his fat cock. His pretty puppy's pussy was so wet, so excited to be used and abused by her master. Obscene gushy noises come from her cunt as he fucks into her, clapping against the skin of her behind, her slick drooling down her thighs. Kaveh watches them, the tips of his ears fire red, his cock aching so badly for his pretty puppy, he wanted some attention too. His sweet, sweet puppy girl minds him, gazing up at him prettily with a fucked out expression. She opens her mouth with a moan, drool sliding down her tongue dribbling on to the tip of Kaveh's cock. Kaveh grits his teeth, edging his sweet puppy's mouth towards his aching length, gently, petting her soft ears and cooing to her.

"That's it.. c'mon puppy, so close... so close.. put it in," Kaveh practically sings, his voice laced in honey and desperation. His pretty puppy dumbly laps at his head, licking up and down, tasting the sweet milky pre that drips from his slit. Kaveh groans out loud, his hand tightening into his sweet girl's hair, she chokes out a broken whimper. He mutters a string of apologies, petting her hair down, he tickles the skin of her cheek with his finger tips, thumbing her chin. He pinches her face softly, guiding her to his cock by her chin. Her lips pry open, she pants and moans out as Kaveh edges his cock into her mouth. His pretty puppy cries, sinking down on her master's cock, swallowing around his tip so deliciously.

Her puppy cunt gushes, Alhaitham's cock pounds her silly, fucking her cunny through her orgasm. Her sweet puppy pussy creams on his fat cock, spraying slick all over her thighs. A thick ring of white cream forms as the base of his cock, Alhaitham shudders and picks up his pace, fucking his little puppy dumb through her climax. His pace jutted her forward forcing her to throat Kaveh's thick length. Kaveh bites his lip hard, thrusting his hips up into his puppy's mouth, meeting the force of Alhaitham's thrusts through her pretty mouth. She drools and gags on his cock, clutching onto his thighs for any sort of leverage. Her ears flatten and her tail wags hard, moaning muffled by Kaveh's cock down her throat.

"Oh pretty.. s-sweet puppy... I'm going to cum... you're going to make me cum!" Kaveh cries out, his hips sloppily fucking into his puppy's warm mouth. Alhaitham groans in agreement, his hips coming close to her own, humping against her ass, grinding his cock head into her drippy puppy cunt. She chokes a whine against Kaveh's cock, the vibrations shooting through his body. Kaveh gasps, throwing his head back as he humps against his puppy's lips, his hot cum shooting down her eager throat. His puppy shallows obediently, her cheeks wet with tears, drool and cum dribble down her chin. The feeling of Kaveh's cock pumping down her throat eggs her own unsuspecting climax, her cunny clenches hard against Alhaitham, squeezing him wetly, she messes over his cock, creaming over his length.

Alhaitham heaves a moan out of his chest, he pushes his hips as far as he can, his cock pulsing into his puppy's pussy. Her cunny squeezes him so well, as she gushes and squirts on his fat cock, milking him like a good little puppy, he paints her puppy cunt white with his cum. He rocks his hips, riding out his orgasm, petting his puppy's hair, his hand nudging Kaveh's. Their little puppy wobbles, finding comfort in Kaveh's lap, nosing at his clay skin. The trio pant and swallow thickly. They caress each other sweetly, grounding one another, coming down from their golden high together.

𝙸𝚍𝚔 𝙸𝚏 𝙸 𝚂𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝙵𝚎𝚎𝚕 𝙴𝚖𝚋𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝙾𝚛 𝙿𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚍 𝙵𝚘𝚛 𝚆𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜-

𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚔 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝙵𝚘𝚛 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐!

𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚔 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝙰𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝙵𝚘𝚛 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙰𝚜𝚔 ♡

♡Original Post♡: BUNNY GIRL! Reader x Alhaitham & Kaveh

𝙿𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝙳𝚘 𝙽𝚘𝚝 𝚁𝚎-𝚄𝚙𝚕𝚘𝚊𝚍 𝚆𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝙿𝚎𝚛𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗!

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fallingdownhell · 3 months

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As someone who loves poly relationships and rarepairs, I got something.

May I request a poly between Childe and Ayato with a reader who's a baker? Reader's always making goodies for the boys, especially when they're at work. They want to make sure their lovers are in good health and shape, so they spoil the boys a lot.

Why is this so cute? I never really thought about this ship, and now I can't get it out of my head. Thanks for that, anon xD Pairing: Ayato x Reader x Childe Content: gender neutral reader; established relationship; general headcanons; fluff Word count: 824 words Enjoy<3

well, first, let's get the obvious out of the way. Even with you involved, it would take a long time for Ayato and Childe to get along to the point where they don't fantasize about killing the other constantly

I mean, one is a Fatui Harbinger, so it's basically in his job description, and the other is the Head of his Clan, highly respected by his people, and expected to lead them fairly

and yet still, both have fallen madly in love with you. So for your sake, they try and get along, and over time, a genuine bond seems to grow out of it, which makes you all the more happier

since Childe has a lot of travelling to do with his job, it was mutually decided between you three that you would move in at Ayato's estate, and Childe could always come and visit whenever he has free time

Usually, when the Ginger comes around, you spend all of your time either with him alone, or with all of them together. In your eyes, Ayato has you all to himself most of the time, so when Childe is here, you spend as much time with him as possible, to make up for when he was gone

even knowing your job as a baker, the boys discover your passion for baking very early on. Whenever you got some free time to spare, you like to spend it in the kitchen, trying out new recipies that you found

sure, it's part of your job, but they are genuinely happy that you get to live off of your passion. With Ayato gifting you a small shop in Inazuma City that you can design like you want, and Childe declaring few of his underlings as your workers, you're fully equipped to open up a shop of your own, something that you've always dreamed of doing

the boys are just happy to see you all happy and smiling, gushing to them about the plans you have, what you want to put on your menu, etc. They are all smiles when they listen to you, clinging onto every word that leaves your lips

even with all the baking you do at work, you still often come home and head directly to the kitchen, baking some simple cookies or such for your boyfriends, loving when you see their faces light up when they eat your baked goodies

sometimes, Thoma also comes around, drawn in by the smell of it, and he always offers to help you with it, so you can make even larger badges. Wether you take him up on the offer or not, he respects your decision

Childe also likes to help you out from time to time. However, Ayato is no longer allowed in the kitchen. He "helped" you one time, and he put so many weird ingredients in the dough, the brownies tasting so weird that you'd banned him from the kitchen. He sulked about it at first, but came to terms with it. In the end, he still gets to enjoy your baking, so he can deal with it

when Childe tells you that he has to leave again soon, you sometimes bake him stuff that's a bit more durable, so he has something to enjoy during his journey back

days spend with the two of them are either one of two things. They are either the most exciting days you've ever experienced in your life, or they are spend just relaxing and cuddling, trying to make as much of the company you get to share while it lasts

You've experienced many adventures with them, as they are often taking you out to explore the islands of Inazuma, or even to other nations where you get to try as much food as you can

they love to see your face brighten up with excitement and since they both have a lot of money to spend, they love to spoil you by buying things for you. Wether that be food, a shop, juwelery or whatever else it is you wish for. Just say the word and one of them will buy it for you

Gift giving is a big love language for both Ayato and Childe. Childe always brings many presents when he returns from another trip and Ayato surprises you with a gift at least twice a week. It's just how they express their love to you

generally, they treat you very gently and with care. They are both powerful people, but they'd never want you to be afraid of them. They don't care if others think of them as weak for that. For you, they'd gladly be percieved as such if only you are happy

overall, I'd give this relationship dynamic like a solid 7,5-8/10. With both Ayato and Childe, you are very well taken care of and loved. What more could one wish for when having them both as your loving partners?

#genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #genshin impact headcanons #genshin headcanons #childe x reader #childe x you #childe headcanons #childe x reader headcanons #ayato x reader #ayato x you #ayato headcanons #ayato x reader headcanons #ayato x childe #genshin poly #childe x reader x ayato #childe x you x ayato

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wri0thesley · 2 years

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right before your eyes - ayato x reader x thoma (3k)

you are willing to pay any price for your lord’s . . . unusual tastes. thoma’s price, though, feels a little steeper.

cw: not sfw, minors dni. power imbalance (reader and thoma both work for ayato). sub reader and sub thoma, condescending mean dom ayato. thoma is getting cucked hard. fingering, masturbation, bondage, a little dirty talk, grinding against one’s shoe. coming in underwear (thoma). reader is referred to as ‘darling’, ‘songbird’, ‘birdie’, thoma is called ‘good boy’. reader is afab but no pronouns or gendered terms are used.

Thoma strains against his bonds, a soft noise escaping from his parted lips, his eyes going dark and wide and hungry - as Ayato steps away and leaves his handiwork fully visible. Your Master smiles at you both and takes an elegant seat on the bed beside you, his fingers curling over your leg and pulling it further onto his lap, hooking it over his own thigh, to ensure that Thoma has only the best view possible.

Thoma’s view, coincidentally, currently consists of your body, utterly bare. Your legs spread wide to reveal the slick space between them; wet, glistening, and entirely untouched by anyone. So far.

“My, Thoma,” Ayato almost purrs, his eyes narrowing as they flitter from you to his loyal retainer, lips curving into that wicked smile which always spells trouble. “You’re practically salivating.”

Ayato’s hand brushes over his own crotch; his cock is tenting the fabric already, the fine material pulled taut as he hums low in the back of his throat and lets his eyes go half-lidded. Thoma’s teeth dig into his bottom lip as he watches.

Ayato’s other hand comes to land on the soft skin of your thigh; gloved fingers brushing over where you’re already sweat slicked and warm, torturously close to your dripping centre but not yet wishing to dirty the silken fabric.

“Darling,” Ayato says to you. The pet name drips with affection, but it’s the affection that one gives to a loyal dog and not to their lover - nevertheless, your body responds yet again. Your heart thumps against your chest. Your breath grows short. The world seems to knit itself hot and tight around your head, leaving you in a fuzzy, confused headspace. “Touch yourself for us.”

Thoma lets out another whine. His green eyes are hungry and desperate; heat seems to coalesce all around him as if he’s in a swirl of his own hot haze, almost visible. That gaze does not move from where you and Ayato sit for a moment, and you hear the tell-tale sound of him straining against the rope that keeps his hands bound behind the back of the chair.

“Thoma,” Ayato warns, but it is fond despite the warning. “Come now. Our sweet little darling’s going to put on a show for us, aren’t you, pretty bird? Have a little patience.”

It is perhaps remiss of Ayato to refer to you as ‘theirs’; inferring on some level that Ayato is willing to share you. Ayato is only willing to share in so much as letting Thoma watch; letting him occasionally brush fingers over bare skin or fasten mouth to your thighs or sometimes use nothing but his tongue to trace the veins of Ayato’s cock. Thoma never gets to come.

Thoma gets to watch. Gets to enjoy. Gets to have himself pushed to the desperate needy entreating of your shared Master to please, please, if neither of you are going to touch him please at least let him touch himself--

The last time Ayato had deigned to let Thoma use his mouth on you, the fair-haired, gentle-souled retainer had lapped and sucked and licked at you like a man starved, hips grinding helplessly into the sheets of his own bed until he’d made a soft noise of surprise and Ayato’s musical voice had cut through your fog of pleasure to exclaim in delight;

“Thoma! How shameful. Did you just make a mess of yourself?”

There will be no such repeat of that today; instead, Thoma has been tied to a chair with wrists behind him. He’s been stripped of his jacket and his trousers; the width of his chest and the corded muscle in his biceps from handling loads of washing and heavy buckets straining as he tries to be a good boy for the young Master. The underwear that he wears pulled tense; his cock leaking precome through the fabric. There is nothing so soft as Thoma’s own immaculately laundered sheets for him to make a mess of right now - just the air above him, shimmering with heat, as Thoma struggles and flushes and sweats and gasps.

“Darling?”

You realise that you have paused. So distracted by Thoma; the big green eyes and the swollen lips and the puffs of breath that escape him, the way his fair hair falls over his face in sweat-soaked strands. Ayato pinches your thigh with the barest hint of impatience.

“S-sorry, My Lord,” you say, and Ayato rewards you with a smile - angles his head to yours to brush his lips over the crown of your head.

“Quite alright, little songbird,” he says. “Now . . . let us hear that pretty song of yours, won’t you?”

You bite your lip as you manoeuvre your fingers between your legs - let your fingertips skim the outer lips of your sex, as you squirm at the sensation. Thoma’s green eyes are transfixed on the space there; the sight of you spread wide open like a blossoming flower, as wet pools on the sheet beneath you.

“Aren’t they pretty?” Ayato hums, gloved fingers brushing your thigh higher and higher. One arm goes around your waist to drag you closer to him, to curve up higher and squeeze the weight of your breast. A sigh of pleasure dies in your throat. “Thoma. Tell them.”

“You’re beautiful,” Thoma rasps out, his gaze heart-wrenchingly wanting.

“Mm,” Ayato chuckles. The hand slipping up your thigh comes to hold onto your own instead; as he guides your fingertips to circle your fluttering hole. “I think you want something inside of you.”

“Yes, My Lord,” you agree, looking at him through pleasure and heat clouded eyes. He’s terribly handsome when he’s concentrating; the elegant lines of his face, his cheekbones, his mouth always turned up at only the very corners. “I-- may I?”

“You may,” Ayato tells you, and he even urges you to press two inside of you; to curl them just so, so that your fingertips brush against the spongy spot inside of you and your muscles twitch in pleasure. A gasp catches in your throat. “Ah. Let’s not forget about the rest of you, hm?”

He pulls his hand away from yours now that he’s assisted you in slipping fingers inside of you, but the silken fingertip brushes your clit as he goes, sending a frisson of electricity right down your spine.

“Use your other hand,” he tells you - so you do. There’s a mountain of pillows behind you, so you do not quite fall, but you have to readjust your position a little - all it serves to do, though, is give Thoma a better view of the two fingers stuffed into your cunt and how your body has stretched to allow them.

You brush them over your clit, not yet giving it full attention - Ayato hums in pleasure once more, as if this is merely a garden party and he is being entertained by some four-piece band or other. Thoma’s presence fades in and out of your consciousness as you increase your speed and pressure and the world narrows to only the heat and pleasure that your fingers are providing; the part of your body where electricity sparkles and flares and makes the complicated knots inside of you unravel.

For a time, that’s all there is - but Thoma’s breath becomes hard to ignore.

He’s panting, desperate and wanting. He hasn’t been so much as touched, and yet he’s ruffled like someone who has been despoiled; hair out of place and lip bitten-swollen and cheeks all ruddy and pink.

You’re close. It’s not fair.

Ayato sighs.

“Don’t come,” Ayato warns you, as he stretches out one leg and hooks the tip of his shoe beneath Thoma’s chair, urging the retainer to use his unrestrained legs to shimmy it forward. “I’ll be very unhappy with you if you do.”

You make yourself slow down on the hand playing with your clit, despite the fact that your body is screaming for you to go faster and harder and let yourself tip over the delicious precipice of your orgasm. Ayato’s needs and wants and desires come first. Ayato gives you a warm smile before he turns his attention back to Thoma - who has indeed taken the hint and is much closer to Ayato than before.

This close, it’s clear to you how much of a mess this whole ordeal has left the housekeeper.

“Good boy,” Ayato praises, and Thoma visibly shudders. You feel yourself clench at the expression on Thoma’s handsome face, around the two fingers still inside of you - and Ayato laughs again.

“My poor little predictable staff members,” he says, leaning down to capture you in a kiss that is more a bite of your lower lip than anything else. You are too messy and far gone to do anything other than slackly attempt to kiss him back, and strings of shimmering gossamer drool stretch than break as he pulls away. “You both simply love being told you’re doing a good job.”

“A-anything for you, My Lord,” Thoma says, breathlessly - and Ayato smiles at him, delighted. You watch as one of Ayato’s expensive shoes edges up Thoma’s ankle - brushes his calf, to the inseam of his thigh, and then--

Thoma’s eyelashes flutter as Ayato presses the sole of his shoe against where his cock is straining in his underclothes. He makes a wet gurgle of pleasure that is nearly a sob.

He’s gone so, so long without stimulation - watched Ayato help you touch yourself, heard Ayato and you discuss how he would treat you if he were given permission . . . that even Ayato’s shoe is almost more pressure than he can handle.

“Shh,” Ayato says, with delight in his eyes. “Ah. You wanted to be touched, didn’t you?”

“Y-yes,” Thoma says, and his hips blindly grind towards Ayato’s shoe despite the inherent humiliation of it all. “B-but--”

“Carry on touching yourself,” Ayato says to you. “Thoma. Watch them.”

The bite in Ayato’s voice is clear to hear - but so is the arousal that saturates every word, making them hang heavy in the air. Ayato is no longer rubbing at himself, but from the corner of your eye you can tell he’s just as hard as Thoma. He’s just . . . better at controlling himself.

Your thumb brushes your clit again and it almost pushes you over the edge. You breathe through the desire to come - Ayato has not said you may, and you know better than to do it without permission. The slick noises of your fingers sliding in and out of you are obscene, but no more obscene than Thoma’s low moans and pants as Ayato carries on exactly what he’s doing.

“Tell him how much you wish it were his cock,” Ayato says, as his shoe rhythmically rubs against the bulge in Thoma’s underwear. Before you can speak, though, Thoma breaks in - too desperate to carry on being polite and well-mannered.

“M-my Lord,” Thoma says, voice broken, tears beading in his eyes. “Please-- if you carry on-- I don’t know if I can--”

“You’re getting off on it.” Ayato says with amused derision seeping from every syllable. “Oh, Thoma. You’re really a pervert, aren’t you? All of this time looking at me and our little songbird, imagining them . . . How many times have you jerked off thinking about us sucking your cock, hm?”

“My Lord--”

“Th-Thoma,” your voice makes him start, reedy and needy as it is; a trembling, snappable string. “I wish . . . I wish it were y-you touching me. Your fingers.” Thoma’s fingers are warm where Ayato’s are so often cool; calloused, where Ayato’s are immaculately maintained. Your cheeks heat. “Your . . . cock inside of me--”

(You have seen Thoma’s cock, though you have not taken it the same way you have taken Ayato’s. Ayato’s is longer; slender, pretty and pale, with a slight upward curve that makes you cry out into the ceiling - but Thoma’s is thicker. He flushes more deeply, leaks more slick precome over the girth of his shaft. You desperately want to know what it would feel like if Thoma were permitted to sheath it inside of you).

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” Ayato says, all saccharine sweet, but you can sense the way that his leg tenses; his foot grinding more sure and certain against Thoma’s cock. Thoma whimpers. “Wouldn’t you?”

“Y-yes,” Thoma admits. “Archons, yes--”

“I’ll make sure you get a good view when I fuck them,” Ayato says, like he’s bestowing some grand honour upon Thoma. “Ah. . . perhaps I’ll make them cry out your name instead. Would you like that?”

Whimpers and groans and needy noises. Thoma is losing control of himself, that much is clear - you can hear a sizzling that you think might be his Vision flaring to life, threatening to singe at the ropes.

You’re close yourself. Your lips feel swollen from biting, your fingers all covered in your own slick as they slip and slide inside of you. You grind your thumb against the nub of your clit, feeling yourself hovering on the precipice.

And Ayato’s voice cuts through the almost-peak, soft and soothing and lilting as ever.

“Let me help, darling.”

A gloved hand over your own - a finger slipping inside of you, silken glove going sticky wet with your slick as it comes to rest between the two fingers that are still buried within your walls and you squirm in heated need. It’s almost too much; the stretch is unusual, almost painful - but his thumb pushes your own away and he uses his own hand to grind on your clit at the same time as he works his foot over Thoma’s crotch.

You come first.

It’s hardly a surprise; there have been fingers inside of you and on you for what seems like hours now, your body on full display, Ayato’s honey-soft words and Thoma’s hungry glances and desperate panting all serving to make you needier than anyone in the room - but still Ayato coos at you as you soak slick all over his fingers.

“Oh, songbird,” he’s saying, as you vocalise soft moans and whimpers into the frenzied air. “I said I would help you, not that you could come yet--”

Whatever he was going to say, though, is broken off by Thoma’s whining.

The pressure of Ayato’s shoe and the lack of sensation has finally gotten to him, too; his hips helplessly rutting up into the sole of Ayato’s expensive footwear, his thighs trembling, beads of sweat rolling down his face as he pants and whimpers. A wet patch spreads over his underwear as feral delight takes over Ayato’s gaze and he loses interest in you for a moment.

“Thoma,” Ayato says. “Oh, Thoma . . . how filthy of you. Look what a mess you’ve made of yourself -- ahh, is that some on my shoe, too? Soaking through?” Thoma is trembling as Ayato eases his pressure only a touch; still almost petting at Thoma’s poor overstimulated cock through the fabric of his underwear as the retainer whimpers and shifts and huffs. “Oh, dear. I ought to make you lick it off.”

“My Lord--” Thoma whimpers. “A-apologies . . . I didn’t mean--”

“Neither of you can listen to instructions,” Ayato sighs, shaking his head, though a smirk is playing around his lips. “Oh dearie me.”

“I-I’m sorry, My Lord,” you respond to his sigh of faux frustration. “I-- please let me make it up to you . . .”

“Darling thing,” Ayato pulls his fingers out of you - smiles at you with endearment written clear on his face. “Of course you will.”

He turns to Thoma; leans forward, elbows on knees, and places the gloved hand that was formerly buried inside of you against Thoma’s lips.

“Be a good boy and make it up to me,” Ayato says. “Before I fuck our pretty songbird, take these off with your teeth, and perhaps when I’m done with them . . . we’ll see about letting you come again.”

It is not a promise; with Ayato, it very rarely is. You doubt that it will come to more fruition than Ayato perhaps letting Thoma spill his second load over your face or your chest; his come splattering on your bare skin. But Thoma’s eyes are still hazy as he wraps his mouth around Ayato’s fingers, as he sucks on the wet fabric a few times and drinks in the lingering taste of your sex before he makes any attempt to take them off with his teeth as Ayato asked.

Because the truth is stark, clear and real.

Both of you would do anything - absolutely anything - for your young Master. And if Thoma’s humiliation and your obedience is the price to pay for his pleasure, it is a price that you are both willing to see through.

Ayato smiles at Thoma. Rubs his thumb across the other man’s cheek - and stands, bestowing a soft kiss upon Thoma’s heated brow.

“Good boy,” Ayato says. “Let me give you a reward. Let me see. Ah, I know.” His smile doesn’t dissipate. “I’ll let you choose; which position would you like to see me fuck our dear little birdie in?”

#writing #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact smut #ayato x reader #ayato smut #thoma x reader #thoma smut #ayato x reader x thoma #poly ship tag #genshin impact posting #cucking for ts #power imbalance

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maiko1 · 2 years

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Tighnari: now, do u remember?

Forgetful y/n: hmm, as far as I know, I know nothing.

Cyno: do u still remember my joke though?

Y/n: cyno! How can I forget... The butterfly joke! It was the hilarious joke I've ever heard.

Tighnari: oh archon give me strength to handle these two.

(I got this when I was doing an archon quest and cyno was explaining thing why he didn't trust al-haitham and then i disconnected which lead this to restarting the conversation. Obviously me being me talking to myself.)

#poly relationship #cyno x reader #tighnari x reader #cynari #genshin x reader #genshin impact #genshin cyno #genshin tighnari #genshin impact cyno #genshin impact tighnari

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ownedbythescribe · 1 year

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Kaveh | Over The Shattered Glass

ıllı Synopsis: Blood seeped through the ground, and Kaveh could only see red. Will he be able to mend the relationship he broke with his own hands?

ıllı Genre: Romance, Slight Angst

ıllı Notes: Gender Neutral Reader, Polyamorous Relationship

ıllı Warning: Blood, Depression

ıllı Parts: Behind The Stained Glass (Part 1), Under The Glistening Glass (Alternate Ending)

ıllı A/N: I finally finished the sequel! I enjoyed writing it, but explaining the perspective of each character was difficult! I hope I was able to give this justice. Enjoy!

Life had been hectic for you and Kaveh, barely seeing each other for days due to your busy schedules. The Akademiya had commissioned him to assist in constructing homes for desert people in Caravan Ribat and, hopefully, extending the project to Aaru Village and abled camps. On the other hand, you oversaw the talks between the Eremites and the Akademiya while taking on jobs from the Temple of Silence. Only recently were you able to get the vacation you deserved.

'And the best way to spend it is with Kaveh. I can't wait to see his surprised face once I visit him!' You giddily thought, excitement coursing through your veins as you held the small bouquet and briefcase in your arms.

It took half an hour to reach Alhaitham and Kaveh's shared home. Vendors greeted you as you walked past them, offering goods which you bantered to buy after your visit. Once you reached their house, you knocked on the door. Rustles and loud banging could be heard, and when the door opened, you saw Kaveh's disheveled look. Dread filled your being, and by the looks of the bites and kiss marks that littered his neck and chest, you were not far from the truth.

"I—“ The words you tried to form were stuck in your throat, and you could feel your eyes well up. Kaveh merely stood there, frozen. He was not expecting you to visit him. Just then, another figure appeared from behind. It was Alhaitham, and he was in a similar state as your lover. You put two and two together and forced a smile.

"I see. I-I just came to give you something. I'm sorry for intruding." You dropped your gifts on the ground and swiftly trudged away from the two. Kaveh strived to hold you for a moment and explain, but the moment he touched you, hydro energy surrounded you and whipped his hand away. Tears streamed down your cheeks, unable to hold them for long. The blond tried to stutter an explanation, but the betrayal you felt was immense.

"J-Just stop. Please just stop! I thought you were any different, but you—And with the roommate you hated too. Was this a fun game to you, Kaveh?" You joked, anger lacing your words. He was taken aback by your remarks, guilt catching up to him.

Kaveh was ashamed. He could not look you in the eyes. More like he did not want to. He was afraid to see you judge him any further, but it was also his fault for giving in to temptation. He could only do one thing to keep you both from hurting any further.

"It's my fault. I think this is where we should part ways, (Y/N). I... It means that we're not just for each other." He muttered. Your body shook in anger, but you took a deep breath and glared at Kaveh and Alhaitham.

"I hate you so much, Kaveh." You uttered, leaving him for good.

You failed to see Kaveh slump to the ground the moment you left. Tears poured down his eyes as he tried to reach for your disappearing figure. Alhaitham, finally out of his stupor, tried to pull his roommate back to their house. The Kshahrewar architect wanted to push him away, but the Scribe whispered that things would escalate if they did not leave the street soon.

Kaveh forced himself to stand, stumbling upon losing energy after what transpired. He noticed your gifts, a bouquet of birds of paradise and a familiar briefcase. He took them inside and opened the case, only to see new tools for his work. You were thinking of him, even from far away, when you were not together.

Kaveh lost it.

What happened days prior felt like a fever dream. Sharply, a distinct sound of glass shattering echoed inside the hut, and a broken flask laid before you. As you lifelessly picked up the fragments of the equipment, your mind failed to register the cuts it brought. The floor, the walls, and even the the person you were talking with were painted in dull colors. It made life unbearable, and it felt like fate was mocking you by the numbness you felt as blood dripped down the floor. It was hypnotizing.

Suddenly, your hand was pulled up, and a familiar shade of emerald green and earthy brown eyes stared at you. There was fear and worry etched in Tighnari’s eyes, but you were too exhausted to think about it. Fading away felt more compelling, heavenly even. It distracted your mind from the debilitating world.

“Don’t waste your life like this, (Y/N). It’s painful to see you like this, hiding away from everyone, from the world. Talk to us. Let us be your strength.” Tighnari whimpered, breaking at the sight of your lifeless eyes. It was easier said than done. Yet at the back of your mind, you wondered if you could truly bury all the memories and feelings you shared with him to move on.

“I don’t know what to do anymore, Tighnari. I-It’s difficult to get up every day. Everything I do, see or feel reminds me of Kaveh. Even staying here pains me. I want to scream at him, punch him, and blame him, but he must have his reasons, right? Please tell me….” You cried, clutching his jacket.

The fennec fox gently pulled you toward him and carried you to his bed. He asked for your hand, which you obediently gave. The blood had already dried, but he made sure to clean the wound and bandage it properly. Once done, he cradled you in his arms and let his fingers run on your hair. His brotherly instincts were activated.

“Kaveh has been stressed ever since you left. There were times that he would drink his frustrations and sorrows away. He told me he did not wish to burden you, and— I’m not supposed to say this, but he’s been reflecting on his sexual interest.” Tighnari muttered, eyes glazing over to your figure for reaction. A hint of understanding was etched on your face as you leaned on his chest for comfort.

“He started liking Alhaitham but did not want to hurt me. Am I right?” You replied. The Forest Watcher nodded.

Kaveh was overly connected with his emotions, often running on them to make decisions. It was one of the traits you loved about him. Still, it did not erase the fact that what he did destroyed your trust in him. Every day felt like it was better to drown in misery. Cyno, Collei, and Tighnari did not let that happen. You were their precious friend (maybe family at this point).

“You have the right to be angry, hurt, and every negative emotion available. But, (Y/N), you must realize that there is more to life than him. If Sumeru City is suffocating you right now, how about going to the desert for a while with Cyno? He suggested this. Don’t worry, he will not let Kaveh near you while you’re there. You can get away for now, and when you’re ready to face it, we’re always here to support you.” He whispered. Shifting around, you gave Tighnari a hug, one that resembled the warmth they gave you. You might not heal completely, but you were now willing to take the step.

“Thank you.”

After completing his project for the Akademiya, Kaveh was left to his own devices. Every day, he would stare at the flowers in his vase and wallow in misery. When the moon rose, he would sit at Lambad’s Tavern, often at secluded tables. Drink after drink, he let himself drown in grief. His crimson eyes would be rimmed red, and passersby would hear him mutter apologies. It was pitiful, really.

“I’m sorry… P-Please come back, (Y/N)… I m-miss you… I’m sorry.” He muttered. It was one of the nights he did not go to Lambad’s Tavern to drink but instead spent his time under the solemn eyes of the forest. He grabbed another cup to down as he watched the sky where thousands of stars twinkled. It reminded him of the stargazing you two had done in the past.

Kaveh stared at the night sky, reminiscing about you. He did not bother to check the rustles from behind as he knew it was Alhaitham. The Scribe silently sat beside him, noting the unhealthy bottles beside the architect. He could see his swollen eyes and unkempt hair. Kaveh was once again spiraling, but he understood why. After all, it was partially his fault that the relationship between you three was in shambles. He wished to mend it, something unusual for him to do.

“(Y/N), what are they like? I only know a few about them from Tighnari and Cyno, not to mention the short visits they make at home.” He asked. It was unsure if it was the alcohol in his system that urged him to humor the scribe, but he did.

“They’re amazing. They loved with all their heart. I was charmed by their kindness, humility, and strange wit. If you don’t know, I met them after being scammed for mora again. They chased down the scammer and scolded them before guiding them to a place where they could get help. I got my money back, but they also reprimanded me for being blind to my compassion. Then, I met them again through Cyno. They fought with elegance and ferocity that they shined brightly.” Kaveh rambled, his eyes twinkling at every memory.

Alhaitham smiled at his stories. Kaveh was madly in love with you despite his confusion over his sexual interest. He admitted that he was partially jealous of how the blond glorified you, but the scribe realized that deep within him, he also found you lovely. The first time he met you was during your first visit to his—their house. You were unsure, fidgety under his stare because you thought you had the wrong place. Kaveh checked out the door and saw you. The blond scolded Alhaitham for scaring you, but you told him it was nothing to fuss over.

“It’s nice to finally meet his roommate. Thank you for tolerating Kaveh, Alhaitham. I… Did I pronounce your name right?” You asked. As strange as it was, the ashen-haired male was frozen in his spot, but he found his momentum and gave you a curt nod. You smiled again and raised your arms to gift them your special dish. It was a lovely day at that time.

“Do you regret what happened between us?” Alhaitham reluctantly asked. Kaveh took a deep breath before letting out a shaky sigh.

“No, never. I told you about everything that night, but I also love them. You both exist equally inside me.” Kaveh confessed. He poured wine into his cup and gave it to Alhaitham, who downed it. The sounds of night critters filled the silence between them. Slowly, Kaveh felt himself drift to dreamland. He welcomed it with open arms, especially since it was the only place he could see your smile and not the hateful words that haunted him at every turn of the day.

Once he was asleep, Alhaitham cleaned up after him and carried him home. He tucked him in his bed and was about to leave when he heard him mutter your name. It strengthened his resolve. That is why two days later, you found yourself in front of the scribe in Pardis Dhyai.

“What do you want from me, Alhaitham? I can’t believe you coaxed Cyno into meeting me.” You scoffed, crossing your arms at the audacity. His teal eyes stared at your form first, noting the exhaustion on your face. You must have also been mulling over this heartbreak for a long time.

“I’m grateful you accepted my invitation to discuss matters with me. I’m sure you’re already aware it’s about your relationship with Kaveh—“ He was prolonging the talk, unlike him. You sighed internally before taking a step to silence him with a finger to his lips.

“Relax, just get to the point.” It was ironic of him to suddenly feel nervous, but he did. He sat down and suggested that you do the same, as it might take a while. You obliged. A tense atmosphere enveloped you two, but you were ready to be civilized, even just for a little bit.

Alhaitham told you that Kaveh had been living his life in anguish, regretting the day he broke up with you. He recalled the amount of wine he consumed almost daily if not for him pulling it away from his hands. You listened intently to his words. Both of you were suffering, but Kaveh also needed time away from you. Time to truly understand what he wanted in his life.

“Alhaitham, that dummy is dear to you, right? Could you tell him this? ‘Let go. Find yourself first. Once you do, come back and tell us what you want.’ Both you and I know he’s the type to mull over his emotions. We need to let him figure it out first.” You commented. The scribe was silenced for once. He was aware of the budding relationship between you three, but nothing will happen with the vagueness lingering in the boundaries you all held up.

“(Y/N), I’m sorry.” Alhaitham muttered. You gave him a pained smile. His affair with Kaveh was still fresh, and how he let it happen was like a jab in your side.

“I understand that rationality must have left your minds in that spur of the moment, but it was still stupid of you, Alhaitham. Borderline insane. You are attractive, but why Kaveh? Why the person I gave my whole heart to?” You asked.

“Strange, right? I love him at the same time as you did. For the better lack of term, he was the mirror I envied, and you were the enigma that brought out the beautiful emotions I craved from him. The way he talked about you made me fall for you as well. I’m so messed up.” He confessed. This was the first time you saw his vulnerability. It was so out of character for an objective person like him. But he once said that emotions get the best of people. It was this one time he let himself embrace that fact.

The atmosphere was dead once again. Only the chirp from the birds could be heard against the wind. With a sigh, you stood up and walked towards Alhaitham.

“I… will be leaving for the desert for a while. I asked the Lesser Lord for time to sort out my problems. It may seem unprofessional to take this route, but I also want time for myself. Thank you for talking to me, Alhaitham. I appreciate it.” You were about to leave when he grabbed your wrist. He had a conflicted face before he pulled you down to whisper something.

“What…?”

As if waking up from a dream, you found yourself standing mindlessly in front of a mirror. There was only darkness around, but you were not afraid. Turning your attention back to the mirror, you saw its reflection. It was the ‘you’ from months ago. The one who found life dull and dying.

“It’s good that I finally found you, (Y/N). You buried your consciousness so far from the surface.” A soft voice uttered. There was Lesser Lord Kusanali behind you.

“My Lord, what do you mean?” Your memories were a bit muddled. After the barrage of memories, the present ones were fragmented. The Dendro Archon helped recall what occurred by pointing at the mirror.

An intense fight erupted between you and the Fatui during your trip to the Fane of Parvaje. Just before subjugating the leader, you were caught off guard by a poisoned arrow coming for Kaveh. You brought him down, but it hit your sides. As much as you hid it from him, the poison was too much to bear.

“I see. So, am I dead now?” You joked. Kusanali shook her head, but she said you were on the border of it. Tipping just a little, you would have lost your life. The flashback of memories now made sense.

“What are you going to do now, (Y/N)? Will you run away again, or will you face what made you leave Sumeru City in the first place?” She bluntly asked. It made you internally laugh at her unfiltered question.

“I found my answer, My Lord. Thank you for letting me see those for the last time.” You smiled. Kusanali grabbed your hand and guided you to the light.

“They’ve been waiting for you.” She commented, happy about your decision.

“(Y/N)!”

“Kaveh! Stop spacing, or you’ll lose them for good this time.”

“I-I’m sorry. You’re right.”

“Follow me.”

‘Please, (Y/N). I haven’t told you what I want yet!’

That cruel memory lingered in Kaveh’s mind. He could still feel the amount of blood trickling down your side and the sight of the purplish skin that tainted the wound. It was a miracle that they got you to Bimarstan immediately before the poison could kill you. However, it had been a week, and you showed no sign of waking up. Considering the high poison dosage, the doctor assured him it would take time for your body to recover.

Kaveh remained by your side, not bothering to change his clothes stained with your blood. It was only when Alhaitham came and scolded him did he go home to shower. He came back to watch over your bedside, barely taking care of himself. He cradled your hand and prayed to the dendro archon for your recovery.

Alhaitham would come over after his shift, bringing food for Kaveh. He stayed not just for the architect but for you as well. The last conversation with you strengthened his resolve, and he wished to tell you that. As for Cyno and Tighnari, they visited the first week thrice. When the Forest Watcher saw the architect and the scribe, he felt anger bubble in his stomach. He would slip insults every time they struck up a conversation with him. It was until Tighnari had enough and confronted them. Guilt and shame flooded their senses, but they assured the fennec fox that they were there to correct their mistakes and tell you what they wanted.

“You better not fuck this up. They’d been nothing but considerate to the two of you. If I ever see them cry again, know that the forest will not be kind to you.” He threatened. Knowing Tighnari’s protective nature, he was dead serious about his warning.

A week and a half later, you finally woke up. The rattan ceiling of Bimarstan was recognizable, and you concluded that Kaveh and Cyno succeeded in carrying you here to get help. You tried to get up despite the weakness in your bones, only to feel a weight beside you. Kaveh was slumped on his chair, snoozing away. Heavy bags decorated the rim of his eyes.

‘He must have had sleepless nights. You dummy. You could have gone home, and they could send you a letter.’ You reached for his cheeks and caressed them lightly. It made you smile at the way his nose wrinkled. It was too cute to pass up.

“Hmm? What? (Y/N), you’re finally awake! I…” He was at a loss for words. You reached for his cheeks and stretched them.

“You could have gone home, Kaveh. It would have been more comfortable sleeping on your bed than here.” You nagged. Your eyes met his crimson eyes, which widened at the sight of tears streaming down them. He clutched your hands and thanked the archons. It must have been rough for him as it had been with you.

After his outburst, he gave you a glass of water to drink. Your throat had been parched for some time now, so his actions were greatly appreciated. He wanted to say something, but he fathomed that having the doctor check on you first was better.

“The wound is healing well. Yesterday, the results came back negative. The poison has been flushed out of your system, but your body will still need a few days to heal. We will keep you here for three more days before discharging you, Miss (Y/N).” The doctor said. You sighed in relief. You did not want to remain in the hospital anymore. You appreciated their work, but Bimarstan was just not your cup of tea.

The doctor left, and Kaveh was left under your gaze once again. He was fidgeting, unsure where to start. You wished to comfort him, but a sneeze abruptly escaped your lips. He blinked at the cute sound, making him chuckle. You blushed and covered your face at the embarrassment.

“That was too cute~ Hahaha! (Y/N), first of all, thank you. You saved my life back there, and you even made sure that everybody was safe. That was heroic of you, too kind even. I also… want to thank you for leaving those words. It gave me hope, so I strived to understand my feelings. I came to a conclusion during our travel. It made me realize that I still love you, but I also love Alhaitham. You’re both precious to me. Call me greedy, but that’s what I am right now. I’m sorry for hurting your feelings back then. I was perplexed and did not understand that liking him was normal. You know how aggravating Alhaitham can be. He’s an idiot, hardheaded, self-centered—“ He rambled. It made you smile internally.

“You’re going off the topic, Kaveh.” You interjected with a deadpan look. He blushed and coughed out the awkwardness.

“Ahem. I mean, he’s all that, yes. But then, I also saw a different side of him that people never got to see past his cold demeanor. He expresses his kindness and affection in strange ways. I slowly fell in love with that. I hope… I hope I could answer what you wished me to do back then.” Kaveh anticipated your answer.

It was nice to hear Kaveh’s honesty after months of separation. Despite the pain of the past, it was time to let that go. Holding his right hand, you tightly held it.

“I understand. I’m still unsure about this decision, but I will let us go, Kaveh.” You uttered with a solemn smile. The architect was frozen in his spot. He thought you would give him another chance, but he was too greedy. Unknowingly, he teared up at the thought of you leaving again. You were surprised, taken aback at his misery.

“Anyone would confuse your words for something else, (Y/N). You should clear that up quickly.” Alhaitham mused. You blinked at his sudden appearance before realizing that Kaveh got it all wrong. It made you laugh.

Kaveh wiped his eyes and looked at you two in confusion. The scribe merely shook his head before sitting on the other side of your bed. You told the blond about Alhaitham's suggestion months ago to enter a polyamorous relationship. It took you time to accept it, but you did not want to let the Kshahrewar graduate slip from your fingers again. Kaveh blushed at your words.

“So… you mean, you’re all right entering into a polyamorous relationship? With Alhaitham and me?” Kaveh asked, yearning to confirm if he was not dreaming about it.

You and Alhaitham lightly laughed at his relieved face. Suddenly, the scribe held your hand and asked you a question.

“Will you let me court you as well, (Y/N)?” His gentle smile made you flushed, while Kaveh whined that he was the first one who should court you. The scribe merely scoffed and pulled out bouquets of bird of paradise for the two of you.

“It looks like we will be courting each other. Hahaha! This is a bit amusing.” You grinned, eyes glazing lovingly at the flowers Alhaitham gave. What a beautiful meaning this flower carried.

“Then, I’ll be in your care, Kaveh, Alhaitham.” You voiced. They stopped their bickering and smiled at your beaming face. They held your hands and kissed them, a silent promise to keep this new relationship solid and undying.

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yostresswritinggirl · 1 year

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That Loud House : Finances; Kaveh x Reader x Alhaitham poly

"We're broke."

"What?" Kaveh turned and leaned his arm over the back of the couch to look at Alhaitham.

"What?" Sitting up from Kaveh's lap, you peered over the couch to stare at the Scribe, too.

"Let me rephrase that," he would take his time to take off his cape from the coat rack by the door, before making his way into the living room to face his lovers. "We are dealing with a financial crisis."

Your confused stares became skeptical. "That's impossible!" When Alhaitham levels you with a gaze, Kaveh laughs and eases back on the couch.

"Oh please, this must be one of your ruse again. You're the Grand Scribe, you never run out of money."

You see Alhaitham cross his arms with a serious look on his face, and so, unlike your blond lover you began to ponder on the matter deeply.

"That would have been the case. However, recent spendings from the both of you had taken a toll on our (my) savings. For example," he gestures a hand towards the architect. "I just paid the growing tab under my name, you would think I'd remember to pay for my own drinks. Much less a whole crate of them."

At this, Kaveh would tense up on his seat, bashfully rubbing the back of his neck and refusing to look anyone in the eye. You were about to speak up before Alhaitham continued, now eyeing you.

"I also had to fund a major research project recently for equipment and manpower to deliver said equipment."

Now it was you averting his gaze, whistling a random tune from the guilt. With his points made, he shook his silver hair in exasperation. "My next paycheck is still a week away and we're down to 100 mora. Now that I've made myself clear, I need to head back to work."

That went smoothly, the Scribe thought as he swiftly made his exit before his expression could give away his scheming. This was a lesson and a test he devised to see what the next course of action his lovers would take under such circumstances.

No, they were not financially tanked - not with the intelligent man that he is in charge anyways. But it was true that his lovers' reckless spending under the illusion that they have infinite sources of mora isn't a healthy habit to cultivate, hence why he is doing this now.

To see how they would try to make ends meet under said crisis.

"A week..." Looking away from the door to gaze into his scarlet eyes, your eyes widened into saucers as the situation started to sink in. "We're gonna be mora-less for a week!" The drama queen jumped out of the couch and started spacing in the living room.

You mumbled to yourself, still glued to the couch. "Do you think he's angry at us? Disappointed even?"

"Oh please, he's always like that. To me, at least." Shaking his head, he stops in front of you with his hands on his hips, nose wrinkling in his brainstorming. "Do you think I should sell some of my inventions? The ones I demonstrate in the Bazaar?"

"No one likes those, it would be unstable income." Crossing your arms and legs, you hum too. "Should I sell the equipment I bought then? I can hold off the research until next week."

"I doubt the merchants would want to buy their own stock, nor would there be any researchers who'd have the same equipment needs as you."

This is going nowhere. Defeated, Kaveh dropped on the couch and flopped his head on your lap, sighing loudly.

"What is something we can sell that's easily acquired and enticing enough for customers..." Letting the inquiry linger in the room, you started brushing off the strands scattered over his face, pushing them away to give way to his beautiful face.

Even with his eyes closed, brows furrowed and forehead wrinkled, your man still looked as dashing as ever. Forming a square (rectangle) with your hands, you framed the man's face like a picture.

And when his eyes opened to your shenanigans, a gasp showed your bright idea. "Kaveh, get dressed and get the Kamera."

Work in the Akademiya was bearable, almost uneventful even. There weren't any meetings to transcribe or laws to write up today, and as such he only had to file in the newest thesis that had been approved, it was a normal day.

So normal in fact that he had almost forgotten the stunt he pulled that morning, almost. As he was nearing the street to their house, a flyer on the bulletin board of Puspa Café's Message Board caught his attention.

So effectively in fact that he almost dashed to it to tear the paper from the board. How could he not react so brashly when a picture of his Kaveh and (Y/N) was plastered on it? For an... advertisement?

'Limited edition photos of Kaveh, Kshahrewar star! With additional stock of (Y/N), Akademiya's infamous TOTGA, all sold by Dori for limited time only!'

He didn't need to read the rest of the details as he crumpled the paper in his hand, feet already rushing towards the famed merchant's spot to strike out an urgent deal.

When the next day came, Alhaitham groans awake at the sound of his bedroom door slamming open, courtesy of you and Kaveh barging in with happy exclamations.

"We're not broke anymore!" And you two looked genuinely proud of yourselves at the huge bag of mora in your hands.

Tired and done with the world, Alhaitham could only groan more as he hid his head under the pillow. He doesn't have the heart to tell of his supposedly clever plan, not when he lost half a million from paying Dori's overpriced photograph collections, which he bought the entire stock of to make sure no one in Sumeru had a copy.

Of all the people he ends up being with... Alhaitham squeezed his eyes shut from the impending headache.

Never again. And perhaps later on, he should refrain you two from pulling that business strategy ever again.

Alhaitham's kryptonite is his own lovers. They are stupid, your honor. Wrote this in under an hour while on the verge of dozing off just so I can post something, so if you see typos, uh no you don't.

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late-nightfalls · 11 months

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poly!4ggravate x reader, where? when? 🥺

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alieinthemorning · 10 months

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Despite Everything [Kaveh]

Content: Hurt/Comfort, Established Relationship, Married Couple, Polymory, Implied Alhaitham/Kaveh/Reader

Pronouns: None

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Despite everything,

you stayed.

He stared at you from across the table. Just watching as you ever so gracefully ate the meal your hands had skillfully put together.

The prismatic glint of your rings, caught a stray sunbeam’s call which had his gaze fall to your hands.

Those rings.

Why had you accepted?

Why didn’t you run like he had prepared for?

Why did he even propose?

Because it would go against who he is.

Despite your answer, he refused to part from this world without confessing his feelings.

And then…you said yes, you even cried.

Embraced him, kissed him.

Said that you—

“I love you, Kaveh.” Despite how soft you said it, your voice still easily reached him within the depths of his own thoughts.

You paused for a moment, removing yourself from your seat and in a few strides stood in front of him.

You raised a hand up, resting it gently against his cheek. “I’m so glad—rather, so thankful that you entered my life and allowed me—us to be a part of yours forever more, Kaveh. Thank you.”

That broke him.

For so long he thought he did nothing but tear things apart. He was so scared of messing things up. Especially with his constant spats—he was sure that that would run you off, but you stayed. Despite the two of them and their flaws, you were here. Reminding him that he was a crucial part of your lives. One that you accepted and wished to share for the rest of your life.

He wanted to say thank you, to say the comforting words back to you. To assure you that the feeling was mutual but—

The words caught in his throat that tightened.

But even so, with the words trapped within him.

You knew.

And so easily wrapped him in your sweet embrace, and protected him from himself.

And despite everything,

you stayed.

…

Behind you, someone had just returned home.

Despite everything,

he stayed.

Alhaitham bullied me into making this poly.

And then he came home late, the bastard.

Oh! But speaking of coming home!

HE CAME HOME!

I ONLY NEED CYNO TO COMPLETLE THE POLUCULE!

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pearl-blue-musings · 1 year

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I’m being petty so here’s something I wrote very quickly and is garbage

Pairing: poly Sumeru men x fem!reader

Warnings: 18+, internet bullying, mean behavior, death threats, fingering, cunninlingus, me being a petty bitch 😅🙈

You shut your laptop and take a deep breath. Being a scholar with a hobby of writing for fun was starting to take a toll on you. Since you had reached a certain age, anonymous haters have been growing steadily and have gotten more brave and harmful. You hadn’t wanted this to bleed into your professional and romantic life but it was starting to.

Alhaitham had found you poured over your laptop, agitation seeping through your bones. He doesn’t try to interfere in your life, wanting you to come to him when you need it. But lately, he’s found you more stressed than ever. And since your laptop was password protected, he couldn’t pry into your world to figure out how to help you.

Kaveh noticed you would barely leave your room in their place and if you did, you would have bags under your eyes. He’d leave you little kisses on your cheek which you would only hum to, barely reacting. Kaveh did everything he could to get you to open up but Alhaitham just told him to leave you alone until you were ready. “But, but she needs us!”

“We can’t help her if she doesn’t want us to.”

Tighnari would bring you flowers and herbs to liven up your office space and desk. He did his best to support you but nudging you to eat was starting to bother him. “You’ve gotta eat something, you know we hate seeing you like this… you’re not rejecting my cooking are you?” You would widen your eyes and try to eat as much as you could despite your brain fighting you at every turn. His ears droop at the sight of you returning to your room with less and less pep in your step.

Cyno couldn’t stand it. He saw their attempts were futile and decided to take things into his hands. He gathers all of your boyfriends together. He made sure Tighnari left the forest rangers with a capable leader, Alhaitham would have time off, and Kaveh wasn’t at the tavern. As of now, you locked yourself in Alhaitham’s home office and the men can hear you sobbing. How did things get to this point? Why weren’t you reaching out to them? It couldn’t have been your studies, your research has changed things in the akademiya so it can’t be that. “We could break down the door.”

“Do you have any idea how much that would cost?! I worked hard on that,” Kaveh retaliates. Alhaitham rolls his eyes along with Tighnari as they both head toward the door. Tighnari fiddles with the lock on the door and figures out how to unlock the door. The four men stumble in to see you curled in on yourself, laptop open and shining at your form. Tighnari immediately hugs and cuddles you, wiping away your tears as he holds you. Kaveh crawls up to your other side and rests there with his thumb running along your palm. “It’s gonna be okay, we’re here.”

Alhaitham and Cyno immediately rush to the open laptop, anxiety and excitement overcoming them. Excitement to finally see what you’re hiding from them, but anxiety at what it could be. The first thing they notice are your papers with files and all evidence regarding your research. As much as they wanna see what lecture you’re working on now, they know that isn’t what is causing you to be like this. The swipe to find some open internet tabs and see something surprising.

A writing account? You write? For entertainment? They would have never guessed that. And as they inspect, they see that you’ve gotten a lot of love and respect and they’re secretly proud. They ignore your pleads to ignore what else is there but the scholar and general ignore you and go to your profile. Cyno stops scrolling when he sees your inbox full of anonymous messages. Some of them are nice, complimenting your work and wanting to be your friend. But the ones that are unanswered have the two men seeing red.

“Hey,” Cyno starts, “Kaveh, Tighnari you need to see this.”

“Wait,” you plead, “don’t look at those! I-I can handle it! It’s just a few bad messages! A-and shouldn’t you be upset that I’m writing for fun? And it’s romantic and fictional a-and-“

“Darling,” Alhaitham’s hiss of the pet name silences anything else you have to say. “How long have you been receiving death threats?” His eyes zero in on you with concern and anger. His fist is clenched tight as you notice the other guys as well. Tighnari’s tail is stiff as he reads on, Kaveh’s breathing is shallow, and Cyno mumbles under his breath about investigating and bringing out his best men. You bite your lip to hold back tears that fall anyways. You shake your head as you feel your voice tremble and whimper.

“I,” you start. “I mean, I’ve gotten bad messages for years since I turned 25 but once I got older and since my birthday was a few months ago um… 2-3 years? The worst if it began 6 months ago…”

The four men look between each other and realize your behaviors. Six months ago was when your lectures and public appearances became more scarce and your personality had changed. It was all making sense.

Kaveh is the first to end the stillness. “That’s such bullshit!” He punches the wall and walks out of the room. The other three are equally angry and seething, Alhaitham doing everything in his power not to throw your laptop against the wall. Tighnari furrows his eyebrows and picks you up bridal style, adorning your face with comforting kisses and whispering affirmations. Cyno and Alhaitham shut your laptop down, walking out to sit on the couch. Kaveh is pacing in the living room and you and Tighnari are nowhere to be seen. The blond mumbles under his breath furiously until he notices the stoic men staring at him. “Do the two of you cavemen have any ideas? Why are you staring at me?!”

“We’re angry too, Kaveh,” Cyno responds. “We’re trying to figure out what to do.” His voice seems reassuring, but what’s scary is Alhaitham’s silence. It’s calculating and intimidating. Who knows what he’s thinking. The gray haired man in question pushes himself up off the couch and moves to his room, assuming that’s where you and Tighnari are. A softened yell of “hey” from the fox-like man alerts the other two men to enter the room.

“Just what the hell-“

“What is going on in-“

Cyno and Kaveh stop in their tracks when they see Tighnari standing near the bed while Alhaitham presses you into the mattress. Your hands are held above your head so you’re forced to stare into his eyes. “If you are struggling, we are here for you. If someone is making you feel uncomfortable, we are here for you. How are we supposed to be your lovers and support you if you keep things like this from us?” Your lip trembles as you struggle for an answer.

“Hey, Haitham,” Tighnari chides, “loosen up.”

“No I will not. She’s clearly upset, struggling, and dying on the inside and we had no idea. I can’t think a way out of it if all the evidence and problems are hidden from us.” You’re then shocked to feel a tear on your cheek that isn’t yours. Alhaitham is crying? “If I don’t know what’s going on with you, I can’t help you, you idiot!” He leans in to kiss your lips with the most passion you’ve ever felt from him. “Don’t scare me like that. Well, don’t scare us like that.”

You tenderly meet his gaze and cry once more, nodding your head. His grip loosens as he continues to straddle your waist to calm his breathing as he sits up. The other three men in the room are frozen in awe as the usually unemotional scribe puts his feelings out in the world. You feel the bed dip as Tighnari sits beside you and kisses your cheek and trails to your lips. “We love you so much, sunflower. How can we make you feel better?”

“Tighnari,” Cyno asks, “shouldn’t we be asking how long this has been going on?” Kaveh catches on to what the forest ranger is insisting and shakes his head. The blond smiles softly and moves to undress you, coming up behind Alhaitham. Your body seems more relaxed as Alhaitham moves to the side and lets Kaveh hover over you.

“Baby girl,” Kaveh whispers into your inner thigh, “let us figure out what to do later. Right now, we want to rid you of those terrible thoughts.” The cool air meets your skin as your bottoms are removed. He softly kisses your bare thigh and meets green eyes. “Right, Tighnari?”

The two men share a chuckle as he caresses your cheek and slots his lips against yours. “We can work through emotions later. Right now, we have to show our love how much we love you.”

Alhaitham nods and plays with the fabric at the bottom of your shirt, flirting with the skin there. You squirm from the sudden attention as he runs his hand up your chest. “You do know all the words they said aren’t true, right? You’ve only gotten better with age.” His breath tickles your ear. “Your beauty,” he kisses the corner of your mouth, “your brain,” he kisses your neck, “all of you… have all gotten better with age.” You hear hums of accordance around you before your breath hitches in your throat.

“I second about your beauty,” Kaveh comments, “your body is a work of art to behold.” He slides your panties off and licks his lips. “Archons, I love your pussy.” His hands push your thighs apart and jots his tongue out to lick your heat. Your whimper is silenced by Tighnari’s lips as his tongue explores inside your mouth. His hand cups your chin and tugs you closer. The man maneuvers behind you, giving Kaveh and Alhaitham more access to your body. The blond nods in appreciation as he sinks his face further into your pussy, humming in ecstasy. “You taste,” he gives your lower lips a kiss, “so good.”

Alhaitham rolls his eyes at the emotional blond, running his hand up your chest to pinch your nipple. Your head falls back, breaking the kiss with Tighnari. The other man squints his eyes at the scribe, “wow thanks,” as Alhaitham lifts your shirt and sucks on your breast. His free hand kneads your other breast and groans into your skin. Cyno still stands in the corner, his breathing turning to panting as the bulge in his uniform grows. His crossed arms fall as he finds his way next to Kaveh, smacking the blond on his ass. Kaveh yelps, and scoots over for the general. You meet his intense ruby stare as his fingers mess with your folds. “Is this what you need, princess? To be taken care of like this?” His face drops as he sinks his fingers inside you. Tighnari and Alhaitham hold you down, watching Cyno flick his tongue over your clit. His eyes never leave yours, making sure to watch your every expression. Is this what you want? Is this all you think about? Sex and work? Then fine, he was going to give it to you. They all were.

Tighnari ruts his hips into your side, suckling your ear. His featherlight touches across your stomach make your abs contract. The fleeting touch has your hips writhing in pleasure from your boyfriends treating your body right. The two men in between your legs trail kisses along your inner thigh and on your pussy, the coil inside you begging to be unwound. The other two at your upper half fondle your breasts, kissing your neck and lips leaving you no chance to breathe. Your nipples are pert from wandering fingers and bites, your cries muffled by Alhaitham’s swollen lips, his groans spurring you on more.

With all the attention on you, you cum hard with their names tumbling off your lips. The men around you help you ride out your high as your back arches off the bed, their warm touch sensual yet comforting all at once. Alhaitham is the first to speak. “Don’t ever scare us like that again. Or else we will have to punish you.”

“Are you really threatening her right now? Really,” Kaveh rolls his eyes and gives you one more kiss to your thigh before standing up. Cyno gently removes his fingers and closes your legs, giving you a rare yet warm smile. Tighnari is the only one that stays by your side in bed, knowing how clingy you get after an orgasm. He kisses your forehead over and over, whispering that you’re okay and he loves you. Alhaitham takes your clothes off the bed while Kaveh and Cyno help with clean up and getting you snacks.

“Hey, baby girl, eat this okay?” Kaveh hands you some pudding and you take a spoonful. His hand rubs your leg as you lay more into Tighnari. Cyno sits at the edge of the bed and takes a deep breath. Alhaitham stands against the wall with a book in his hands already.

“So,” Cyno begins, “I think Alhaitham figured out how to find those terrible internet people. We’ll surf the web and capture them.”

You feel Tighnari groan in your ear and everyone else has the same sentiments as a giggle finally comes to you. Alhaitham smiles lightly at hearing your laugh, something he hasn’t realized he’s missed these last few months. Kaveh snuggles into your other side with a chuckle and kiss. “Then why don’t you two smarty pants figure that out and we’ll let our love rest okay? We can finish up later.”

In the end they find the bad people and make them suffer and you and your boyfriends live happily ever after.

The fucking end.

@unknownspecies

#alhaitham x fem!reader #genshin impact x female reader #kaveh x fem!reader #cyno x fem!reader #tighnari x female reader #poly sumeru men #my writing #i did the thing

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