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[thelittlearanarathatcould]

All The Ways To Say “You Mean The World To Me”

Alhaitham x female reader

Warnings -> Fluff, use of several different languages (Google translate was involved so apologies if anything is incorrect), one comfort scene

The lamp on the desk provided ample light, the patter of rain hitting the window filling the quiet study. Paper crinkled as pages turned, teal-brown eyes soaked up information and filed it away for later. A warm cup of coffee filled the air with a pleasant aroma, the steam rising from the cup setting a cozy mood. The house was silent, not a peep from his roommate who may or may not have left the house already.

The creak of the door opening couldn’t be missed, nor could the quiet tapping of shoes against the wooden floor. “All this time we’ve been together and only now am I finding out you can speak multiple languages?”

The scribe didn’t look up from his book, but that didn’t stop the woman from taking a seat in the chair across from him. She crossed her arms and rested them on the surface of the table, waiting for a reply.

Alhaitham turned the page. “It never came up.”

“Could have come up while we were getting to know each other. I told you about my treasured stuffed bear from my dad, yet somehow, you completely missed that aspect of yourself.”

His gaze finally lifted to meet hers. “You do know I graduated from Haravatat, right? I thought my knowledge in languages would have been a given.”

(Y/N) puffed her cheeks out in a way that reminded him of the pufferfish swimming in the river near Port Ormos. “You and I both know you’re the smart one in the relationship, not me.” Her eyes suddenly lit up, lips curling into a grin as she reached across the table to place her hands on top of his. “Say something romantic in another language.”

“Why?”

She bounced in her seat. “Please?”

Alhaitham sighed and flipped his hand so he could properly hold hers. He thought for a moment, then, he spoke. “Poté den tha agapíso perissótero tin antanáklasí mou ótan emfanisteí sta mátia sou.”

𝘐 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘳𝘦𝘧𝘭𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘪𝘵 𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴.

(Y/N) giggled as her hand squeezed his. “What does that mean?”

“It means you spend too much time with my roommate, and that he’s a bad influence on you.”

Her shoulders dropped, lips pulling into a pout. “You suck.”

Alhaitham lifted her hand and placed a kiss against her knuckles, then went back to reading. “If you would like to borrow a few of my old books, you are more then welcome to translate what I said yourself.”

“No, forget it. Something tells me I’d rather not know.” Pulling free from his grasp, she stood up. “But, thanks to you, I lost my bet with Kaveh so I’m off to suffer defeat now. Bye bye.”

She spun on her heel and skipped out the door. (Y/N) came into his life like a whirlwind and the winds haven’t been calm since. Though, at this point, the man felt a silent breeze would be eerie.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

The sight of (Y/N) in the kitchen was much more welcome then walking in to find the other resident raiding a fridge he didn’t fill. Any room she was in took on a new sense of home, but in the early morning light, surrounded by the smell of coffee and breakfast, Alhaitham was slowly but surely starting to associate the first hours of a new day with this woman.

Alhaitham walked up behind (Y/N) as she stood at the counter chopping up a bell pepper and wrapped his arms around her waist, chin falling to rest on her shoulder.

She jumped, the knife almost falling from her hand. “Archons, Alhaitham! Don’t sneak up on me like that.”

“Sorry. I thought you heard me coming.” He kissed the side of her neck as an apology. “Cítíš se tak dobře v mém náručí.”

𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘴𝘰 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘴.

(Y/N) snorted and added the diced peppers into the egg mixture. “What did you say this time? That the egg to pepper ratio is off?”

One corner of his mouth turned up. “No. I said I’ll start making the coffee.”

“Good, make yourself useful.” Pulling open the cabinet above her head, she grabbed a mug and held it out. “You know how I like mine.”

The scribe chuckled and took the mug, giving her waist a gentle squeeze before releasing her. “Pokud jsi teď tak drzý, nemůžu se dočkat, až uvidím, jak odvážný se staneš, když ti navléknu prsten na prst.”

𝘐𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶’𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘺 𝘯𝘰𝘸, 𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯’𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘪𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘣𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶’𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘐 𝘱𝘶𝘵 𝘢 𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳.

“What was that?” The woman asked, shooting him a pointed look.

“Nothing. Nothing at all.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~

“Hey,” The sound of his roommate’s voice almost made him scowl. “(Y/N) just got here. She looks upset.”

Leaving the sentence he was reading unfinished, Alhaitham set his bookmark between the pages and closed the cover. “Where is she?”

Kaveh, who was leaning against the doorframe, jerked his head towards the hallway. “She went straight to your room. I tried to ask what was bothering her, but I guess she needs her boyfriend more then her childhood friend right now.”

Alhaitham ignored the venom that slipped out with the word ‘boyfriend’. He could understand Kaveh’s frustration to some extent - the blond, much like everyone else, had no idea romantic feelings would spark between his best friend and non-preferred roommate. If he thought something like this would happen in advance, he never would have started inviting her over.

Walking past Kaveh, Alhaitham navigated the house until he reached the door connecting to his bedroom. He turned the handle and entered, immediately spotting a figure sitting on his bed, the blanket covering them completely.

Closing the door, he approached and sat on the side of the bed. “Are you going to hide under there all evening, or would you like to share what’s got you so upset?”

His choice of words weren’t the gentlest but his tone was soft and his volume low. (Y/N) never seemed to mind his blunt way of communicating, but early on he learned that while his choice of words didn’t phase her, his tone did. The worst argument they’ve ever had revolved around such a thing.

The blanketed figure sniffled. “It’s just been a bad day, Alhaitham. I was told my presentation was cancelled only to learn that the professor choose to replace me with someone else instead. I’ve spent months putting this presentation on behalf of my darshan together for the little ones.”

You didn’t need to explain - Alhaitham knew how excited you were when the Akademiya contacted you with the offer, he knew how dedicated you were when selecting the topic and angle you wanted to take, knew the hours you sacrificed researching and fact-checking. He knew how bad you wanted this, and part of him felt that if he had agreed to become grand sage, he could have prevented this. ‘No. This isn’t anyone’s fault. It’s just how things happened.’

“I’m sorry, (Y/N). I know how badly you wanted this opportunity.” Alhaitham wasn’t the bed at comforting others. His expertise laid in fact and logic, not soothing words. “I doubt it was personal. The reason for the switch could simply be because the Akademiya determined the other party’s research to be more compelling.”

Finally, she pulled the blanket off her head and let it fall around her shoulders. Her cheeks were damp with smeared tears, eyes still glossy. “I can accept that, as much as it hurts. I want my darshan to be represented it’s best to the youth. It’s what the scholar said that’s bothering me more…”

The scribe titled his head. “Go on.”

She lowered her gaze. “She said I was an embarrassment. Not only to the Akademiya, but to you, too.” A short, pitiful laugh escaped her. “I don’t know what’s more pathetic. The fact that I’m so bothered by it, or the fact that it’s true.”

“That is not true. Not in the slightest.” Alhaitham said with a shake of his head. “You have more then proven that you deserve the standing you have within the Akademiya. As for me, when have I ever cared for outside opinions? The only voices that matter regarding our relationship is ours.” He paused. “Have you ever been embarrassed of me?”

She shook her head. “No, of course not. I’m proud to have you, Alhaitham.”

“I share the same sentiment.” Cupping her wet cheeks in his hands, he wiped the tear steaks away with his thumbs. “Wenn jemand in mein Leben treten und mich dazu bringen musste, mich zu verlieben, bin ich froh, dass du es warst.”

𝘐𝘧 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘺 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘮𝘦 𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘪𝘯 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦, 𝘐'𝘮 𝘨𝘭𝘢𝘥 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶.

Tilting her head down a little, he leaned over and pressed a lingering kiss just below her hairline. He felt her posture relax as she hummed.

“Are you ever gonna tell me what it is you’re really saying?” She asked.

“When I feel like it.” He smiled at her. “Just be patient. One day, you’ll know.”

~~~~~~~~~~~

The skies of Sumeru were painted in pastels of pink and purple, highlighted with gold as it stretched over the rainforest. The river sparkled beneath the light of dusk, the sounds and smells of nature pleasant background noise. Alhaitham sat in the grass, his back against a tree, one hand holding a book while the other traced shapes onto the thigh of the woman sitting between his legs. She leaned against his chest, absorbed in a book of her own.

Reaching a good stopping point, Alhaitham glanced at the sky and calculated how much daylight he would have left. ‘Better get to it now.’

He closed his book and set it on the ground next to him. His movements pulled the woman from her story. “Are you ready to go?”

“Not just yet. I have something for you, actually.”

Reaching for the bag he brought with him on this outing, he pulled out a leather notebook and waited for her to set her book down before passing it off. Alhaitham couldn’t see her face, but he could perfectly picture the confused look she was undoubtedly wearing.

Alhaitham watched over her shoulder as she removed the strap that kept the journal closed and opened it. The first page, and dozens of other pages laying in wait to be read, were filled with his handwriting. To be more specific…

(Y/N) gasped suddenly. “No way. Is this…?” She quickly flipped through a few more pages as if checking to be sure. “Are these translations?”

The scribe hummed. “Of everything I’ve ever said to you in foreign languages? Yes.”

“I can’t believe this.” Her voice was quiet with disbelief but so full of astonishment. “All this time, all these years, you’ve been writing this stuff down. Why not just tell me what you were saying in the moment?”

“Because I was waiting for today.” He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her further against him. “Go to the last page.”

She did without question, but once she reached it, her head titled in confusion. “You didn’t translate this one.”

“I figured you would prefer it if I translated that one in person.” Alhaitham said, removing one of his arms from her waist so he could reach into his pouch. “Visne me nubere?’ It’s a simple question, but the most important question anyone can ask their partner. To translate,” Flipping the lid of the little black box open, he presented her with the ring. “𝘞𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘺 𝘮𝘦, (𝘠/𝘕)?”

(Y/N) gasped again and clasped a hand over her mouth, body turning so she could stare at him with watery eyes. “Are you freaking serious?”

“Would I have bought you a ring if I wasn’t?”

She squealed and threw her weight into him, arms wrapping tightly around his neck. “Yes! Yes, I’ll marry you, Alhaitham!”

A weight lifted off his shoulders as he gave her body a gentle squeeze, face burying in the crook between his neck and shoulder as he breathed his fiancée in. “I love you, (Y/N). So, so much.”

𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘶𝘱𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘺 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘸𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘰𝘯, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥. 𝘓𝘦𝘵’𝘴 𝘣𝘶𝘪𝘭𝘥 𝘢 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘰𝘸𝘯, 𝘢𝘭𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵?

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