#Alhaitham 🌱

[haravath0t]

Beautiful Stranger

(college au!alhaitham x f!reader - inspired by laufey’s “beautiful stranger”)

Alhaitham would be the type of man to double major. As a man that loves to see connectivity from the very root of things, he’d definitely be a History/Linguistics Major.

He’s definitely the type of man to just show up to classes and leave the minute the system says it should end. A lecture ends at 10:50 AM? He’ll be out the door the minute he sees his watch change numbers. If he finds his professor to be terrible on “rate my professor”? He’ll simply come on syllabus day and test days.

The man is busy! He surely would find a way to sustain himself. He’ll probably start off as a tutor in the student center to teach students within his majors. If there’s empty days, he’d surely be the type to simply catch up on his work.

His phone would be on “Do Not Disturb '' 90% of the time. The remaining 10% is due to an argument his roommate Kaveh strikes about not seeing emergency notifications. Not that taking off the mode would make a difference anyways. The only people actively contacting him are Kaveh or other classmates from pre-requisite classes like Tighnari or Cyno.

He practically graduates with perfect grades and a stellar GPA from undergrad. It’s almost astonishing how a man that’s rarely around manages to be graduating with Summa Cum Laude honors.

By the time he joins a master’s program, he’s seeming to be set on what he wants to do now. He doesn’t seem to enjoy tutoring all too much, so professor is out of the question. However, the idea of conservation and working on archives catches his interest. Preferably, a library preservation technician. Yes, a job with minimal communication, yet a close up look at documents that he has either studied or not? It seems almost ideal!

He has already found a path to graduating with a masters degree too, already having planned out how to tackle writing his thesis with ease unlike his peers. However, there’s been a string of inconveniences he’s been experiencing lately in his own place: Kaveh. Kaveh has been hammering away at making his own architectural models. While Alhaitham didn’t really see this as a dealbreaker of living conditions, he won’t deny how his precious sleep gets lost, even if his soundproof earpieces are on his ears.

Two weeks and no improvement, he decides to go against his usual decision making and decides to make a late night stop to the library of the university. He finds it to be easy enough; he lives quite near it, and certainly no one would be there. It’s almost perfect. He finds the floor with the study rooms, finding a desk with the outlets and sitting on it with what he considers a content look on his face. However, it’s when he takes a quick look around that he realizes that he’s not the only one. There’s you.

Now, you were definitely quite the sight. You were in the study room across his, the clear plexiglass separating you both. You two were technically facing each other, yet the laptops you two were typing away at were enough to cover most of what you two were doing. He saw you with a comfortable appearance of a sweatshirt and some sweats, your position on your chair quite comfortable as you hacked away at your own work. The only time he managed to fixate on your workspace was when he was deciding to stretch his arms. He took in all the formulas on your papers, all the charts and plots you’ve made, and the handwritten notes with long words and arrows between them. He saw the word “metabolic pathways” and deduced that you were a science major at the very least.

“Alright. Cool. Back to work.” He told himself. And he was working quite well. However, he wouldn’t lie, he found the way you studied to be quite amusing. He’s passed by a good amount of students in the library when he was tutoring. Some people were quiet and worked away, some people probably brought in food, some people even cried and slammed their laptops shut. However, you seemed to be in your own little world. You had your tablet being your own main source of brainstorming, you had your papers scattered by chapters, and you had brought some food for yourself and…coffee?

The sight of the huge cup slowly being drained by your constant sipping almost made him want to chuckle. Almost. His long fingers stayed idle as he watched you quietly mouthing the words to whatever song you had in your headphones, your head bopping along with the tune.

“Hmph.” He’d grunt, going back to his work. The next time he’d look up at you is when you went to tap him on the shoulder. “Excuse me?” A voice asks, making him take off an earpiece and look back. Sure enough, it’s “science lady”, as he has dubbed you. “Yes?” He asked. He wanted to look amiable enough for you to talk to him, but you saw his plain look on his face. He almost looked…unamused. You suddenly felt so embarrassed to disturb him at this ungodly hour. “Do you mind watching my stuff? I’m going to be using the bathroom.”

The question made him scoff before he realized: Why would he need to watch over it? Everyone looked like they’d be doing nothing of the sort, but still, seeing the look on your face made him realize it was an earnest question. And so, he decides to agree. Seeing your face brighten accompanied with an earnest thanks almost made him want to smile. Almost. He saw the way you briskly walked to the bathroom, which only amused him more.

The coffee only gets to you after how much you’ve been drinking it. Though, you couldn’t get over how cute this guy looked! Did he look kinda scary? Yeah, but you couldn’t deny that he looked quite cute. Though, you couldn’t help but wonder if it was because you were cooped in your research lab so much that you found anything amusing nowadays, including this mystery guy. Still, he had interesting eyes, you had to admit it. You liked his shaggy silver hair, the way he casually came in and seemed so fixated on his work. What a shame it might be a one time thing. Oh, how did this library crush become part of your thoughts so quickly while you washed your hands.

You thank him as you return to your seat with a little thumbs up, and he only sends you a little smile back. You would be lying if you said that the little curve at the edge of his lip made you wanna squeal. What you didn’t see was that his green eyes were staring at you as you sat down, waiting for you to see a particular item. And you saw it, alright. He can tell just by the raise of your brows and your wide eyes. It was right on your keyboard of the laptop, a paper torn out of the corner of his notebook. His penmanship was quite remarkable, and the contents of it amused you: “Maybe a little water would be more efficient than that coffee you’re chugging, no?”

Alhaitham practically was curious to see how you’d react. He could only gauge your reaction from your eyes, seeing your hand reach for a piece of paper before your head disappears behind the screen. He didn’t know what you were thinking either when you passed back a paper to him. It was a blank page which only contained your handwriting: “My water bottle actually spilled on my way here.” Next to it was a little sad face next to it.

Now, Alhaitham wasn’t prepared for that type of wholesome response. In fact, he’s surprised that it went as well as it did. He saw you practically scurry back to your studying table with a tiny smile on your face, your eyes back to focusing on work. However, it did not go without you making a little scene of taking yet another sip of your coffee from your large cup. It didn’t occur to him till you gave him a tiny smile that he was stealing glances your way a little too much. He was long done with his workload for the night, yet something bolted him to his seat. There was something that kept him in this crowd of procrastinating students.

Though, it’s clear that you were trying to be diligent despite your antics. He couldn’t deny that he found the way your lips pout as you concentrated on an endearing sight, or that you were the one he’s been oddly eyeing in this busy space. He was a bit let down seeing that you wouldn’t be looking his way for a while. You didn’t look at anything but your work until a push of a chair is heard, the tall man is seen making his way out. Your eyes carefully watch him with some sort of melancholy stirring in your heart, wishing he stayed longer, or that he wrote even just one more note to you.

Little did you know that as Alhaitham kicks off his shoes at his house’s foyer, he’s left thinking of a particular science girl chugging on coffee, clinging onto the post-it with a particular someone’s scribbles and sad face. Little did you know that the man was thinking of an excuse to visit the library tomorrow night, wondering if you’d be there.

[kavehaskblog]

Everyone thinks I sleep on Alhaitham’s chest but 9/10 times it’s the other way around. He holds me like a pillow.

[alhaithamaskblog]

currently in the Akademiya and do you…. have framed photos of kaveh and lucien on your desk……..?

…why are you in my office?

[lucienaskblog]

I need to use these two in some kind of research paper.

[papillonaskblog]

Hello~!

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If you don’t know already, I am the world famous Papillon, owner of Furtum Fabrics. My brand is known all over Teyvat for its top quality silks and embroidery, worn by the most famous figureheads, even the Chief Justice himself~. Any questions you may have about my brand or even about myself, feel free to ask! Just only if it doesn’t get too out of hand…

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//ooc: this is my Genshin OC, Papillon! My main blog is @blauwu, and I also run @antoineaskblog

//: anyone can interact

//: no nsfw, please. i won’t respond to anything that makes me feel uncomfortable :(

//: u can call me ‘blauw’ or ‘blauwu’ outside of character! (i also use they / she pronouns)

//: other ocs and canon characters r more than welcome, i love to see people getting creative!

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Tags:

🦋 = Papillon

🌼 = Antoine

🏛 = Kaveh

🌱 = Alhaitham

🌩 = Cyno

🌿 = Tighnari

🌷 = Collei

⏳ = Sethos

🫧 = Nilou

⭐️ = Étoiles

🕯 = Lucien

🌊 = Furina

🌸 = Nahida

🍀 = Puppet of Verdure

💠 = Faruzan

🌙 = Layla

🍁 = Kazhua

🍇 = Wanderer

🗡 = Raiden

☆ Papillon answers = answering asks

☆ Papillon speaks = replying to threads / outside of asks

☆ Papillon rants = regular text post

☆ Papillon draws = art

…Anything else is just other regular tags, or out of character speaking.

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Actions are like *this.*

Speaking is like this.

Thank you for reading~!

[archit3cts-a1d]

Loading Mehrak's log...

An archive for the memos, recordings and draft logs for the renowned architect, Kaveh. Will sometimes feature the log's own thoughts, as her mother creator has been trying to develop its communication functionalities. Do be patient with her, thank you. ^^

More info on personal software below vv

Current status; fully functional

Communication programming; in progress...

Earliest system boot date; 2-15-XX

Creator/caretaker;Kaveh, Light of the Kshahrewar

// admin here, this is my mehrak side blog !!! I also run @kavzz and am in the same system as the admin of @vultrv0lans ^^ I'm an OSDD-1b syshot and fictroject of Kaveh, but that you (likely) already know. DNI is basic criteria and endo systems/supporters. Proshippers please get the hell off my page <3

//some posts may feature morse code and/or binary, but all instances of this will be translated !!

🌿 tags;;

[lucienaskblog]

I have been banned from cooking in Alhaitham’s house :<

Who let bro cook?

[mmagurro]

the gay anthem ~ ♫

[aco1yte]

Akademiya kvthm you mean so much to me

[zeedist]

MAD AT HIM .ᐟ — ALHAITHAM

when you're angry at him : summary: you're mad at him. he wants to die. that's it. sfw !! fem!reader x alhaitham, academic setting, several mentions of "i want to die" but playfully [i am not sure if that should be warned, but now you know] word count: 1.2k proofread: yup.

“Hey, Alhaitham,” the blond calls for him. Kaveh squints his carmine eyes, looking at his usually collected friend spilled on the table, head buried in his arms. He forms a question —though it lingers more in him being weirded out rather than worried, “Are you sick?”

He hums. He feels sick. 

“Yeah,” the gray-haired agrees. With a tilt of his head, Cyno calmly remarks, “You look like shit.” 

He grumbles. He feels like shit.

Elongated black ears perk up and twitch the slightest, interest peaking at his clearly disheveled state as Tighnari agrees, “Yeah, you look like you are about to die.” 

He doesn’t make a sound. He feels like he is about to die.

Eyeing him sideways while placing down a card, the dark-haired ventures to ask, “Did you mess with that weird rat you showed me last time?”

He lets out an offended pff. Like hell he was stupid enough to touch that fucked up rat —one that you, in the kindness of your heart, took in to heal and take care of; and one he couldn’t wait to chug back into the wild. Seriously, that thing was weird. 

“Of course not,” Tighnari reads through his muffled sound, guessing again, “You caught a cold?”

“That would be a first,” Cyno remarks as he makes his move, chuckling with satisfaction when the blond complains before taking four more cards from the deck. 

“Gah, I was so close to winning,” Kaveh grumbles as he organizes his cards, settling them down. Without resistance, he takes the deck from the miserable man’s hand and plays his turn for him. After double blocking the other two, he smiles smugly and returns to his own deck. Only then does he add to their conversation, joking lightly, “It isn’t like the world is ending, or like your girl is breaking up with you, so what makes you like this?” 

Alhaitham makes a sound between laughter and crying. The first thing is happening currently. And if the second ever became a reality, he would have been on raw knees begging for a second chance or he would be digging a hole to bury himself alive in. Maybe both, in that order. 

The other three continue their game —taking turns to play his part—, trying to nudge a response out of him with questions and little jokes. After several attempts and only receiving incoherent and downcast grumbles as a reply, they gave up on trying to make him speak it out. Minutes smoothly pass, the round ending with Kaveh holding half of the deck. Their conversation starts drifting from their days to their current projects, still trying to rope in Alhaitham with questions he only shook his head to. In the end, it’s Tighnari that carries the dialogue, sharing about a research that he is carrying out about a newly discovered sub-species of a fungi. 

And it isn’t that he’s arrogant or an attention-seeker, Alhaitham simply can’t place the turmoil inside of him with words. How is he even supposed to explain the pit in his stomach right now? 

His entire existence [you] crumbles into dust, disintegrating like fragile debris slipping through weakened fingers [ignoring him] as if the universe itself is conspiring to forsake him. All because of one unforgivable misstep —a moment of tragic weakness when exhaustion claimed him [he dozed off in the library when he was supposed to meet up with you] and made him fail you. Now, the very foundation of his world is unraveling, rotting from the core, decaying into nothingness beneath the weight of his regret. 

He decays. He rots. He hopes he dies. 

Only when Tighnari comments to him that he should bring you along to hear to his presentation, Alhaitham lifts his head, hands dragging across his face as he mumbles out with a hoarse voice, “She is upset at me. I think I should go die now.” 

“Oh, what did you do?” Kaveh asks, sincerely worried now. Though his hands keep mixing the deck of cards, preparing to deal them for another round. 

“I didn’t sleep at all last night and passed out when I was supposed to see her,” he replies, sounding so miserable even he cringes at his own roughened voice. But he continues, knot on his throat as he grimaces, “And now she won’t even reply to my messages.” 

“Oh shit,” Cyno comments, very helpfully. 

“Have you tried looking for her?” Tighnari offers, very helpfully. His brows are furrowed, but he doesn’t exactly look panicked, “I am sure she will understand if you apologize sincerely.”

“I left her waiting for so long,” Alhaitham sighs, heavy and annoyed with himself, flopping his head back down to the table and lamenting, “And I never showed up. I want to die.”

“If you do, can I perhaps keep your body for study purposes—”

“Cyno!”

“What? I can't stop him, look at him, Nari.” 

The ever composed student with a straight posture and grades, slumped and sulking as if he prayed the ground would split and swallow him straight to hell. Time doesn’t allow him too much of his self-hating session, though, as the break reaches its end and the shattering sound of bells ringing throughout the cafeteria announces it. 

Kaveh sighs as he gathers the cards he just dealt back into their deck —an elegant way to refer to the barely-holding together package it originally came with. It now held on masking tape and their suffering. He stuffs the item inside his briefcase, locking it with a click before he stands up. With a low sigh, he offers his miserable friend a pat in the shoulder, “It’ll be okay, you guys will talk it out. Gotta go now, my professor will skin me alive if I arrive late again. See ya!”

Alhaitham manages to murmur a goodbye right as the blond waves and runs away. Always rushing, always late. Tighnari found this amusing again, chuckling at that as he collects their trash from the table to throw away on his way out. With a pat on the shoulder and a gentle smile, he tries to reassure him with, “It’s not unfixable. Think it out and apologize.” 

He thanks him for his sincere words, though his chest stirs with an unhappy feeling. It isn’t fear, he isn’t afraid. Your relationship had been going strong since the first moment, steadily growing closer with everyday you spent together. He trusts you, trusts the bond you share. He can say he loves you now. Which is precisely why it breaks his heard so much to fail you like this. 

Cyno watches him returning to his sulking form, sighing heavily while brushing his hand through faded locks. He’s torn, not knowing exactly how to comfort or advise him, so he does what he can. With a nudge to his arm, he asks, “Want me to walk you to your next lesson?”

Alhaitham remains silent for a second, before grumbling, “The love of my life is mad at me. I’ll die now, thank you.” 

[alhaithamaskblog]

He’s been glued to his phone for the past eleven hours. Lucien too.

AO3 IS BACK UP!!!!!!!!

[haravath0t]

I’m itching to write lately UGHHH but no time!! BUT!! I HAVE IDEAS SWIMMING PLS HELP ME BRAINSTORM!

Idea 1 (Alhaitham x roommate!reader) - where reader and alhaitham are roommates and reader is a sweetheart and tries to be in Alhaitham’s good graces but he’s just always so grumpy and to himself and surprise reader cracks

Idea 2 (Ayato x noble!reader) - a forbidden love tripe where Ayato and Reader meet up in the middle of the night to be able to be with each other!

Idea 3 (Ayato x reader) - Little cute fluff and a love confession!!

All of them are swimming in my head but idk, what do y’all think? I’m still brainstorming ✋😭

[kavehaskblog]

@alhaithamaskblog can you do the fucking dishes

[alhaithamaskblog]

@kavehaskblog it seems our son has gotten himself into a bit of a situation…

[lucienaskblog]

Ahem.. my run away message so be glad im even leaving one for you!

Not showing this to Kaveh or alhaitham, too angry with them too! >:(. You can show it to them, instead..

I’m running away, forever and ever-!! And I mean it! I’m.. im gonna bring collei with me and we’re never stepping foot in sumeru everr again after this!

…ok.

I will mention, Collei’s parents are the head of the Forest Rangers, and the General Mahamatra. They have the power to shut down the entirety of Sumeru to search for Collei. They have done it before.

If you attempt to run to Fontaine you will be investigated, because I am also wanted there they are aware you are associated with Alhaitham and subsequently, me. Good luck dealing with Neuvilette. He’s been rather temperamental with my disappearance and will not take kindly to you.

If you attempt to run to Liyue, it won’t be long before you’re arrrested there and brought back to Sumeru. Alhaitham and Zhongli are close associates.

If you attempt to run to Inazuma you may have a chance at an escape. However Alhaitham also has ties to the famous publishing house, so you’ll have Yae Miko on your tail as well.

Mondstadt won’t work either, given Kaveh and Alhaitham both have ties to The Dark Knight. He’s a family man, I doubt he’d allow you two kids to get out of sight for long.

As for Natlan…good luck. It’s too close to the Sumeru desert for General Mahamatra to not retrieve you both.

[lucienaskblog]

The jacket attached is reflective so I’m able to see you if you do that spooky teleporting thing. I don’t care for the leash either, but I’m assuming Kaveh was just at his wits-end with you. Either way, I’ll talk to him about that. If you had noticed, I removed the actual leash as soon as we stepped out of the house. Even Alhaitham thought it was stupid.

I just had to run some errands today, you survived it.

Madame Faruzan is a respectable professor of mine, I was giving her my work. If I didn’t I’d have to go to normal classes again, and that simply isn’t happening. I give her my stack of papers every few months, so it won’t be the last time you see her if Kaveh keeps insisting you go with me. I doubt she thought any less of you with your safety jacket. She doesn’t care about that kind of thing.

Once we know you’ll be safe to be on your own we will allow that. But for right now it isn’t safe for you to be out in Sumeru alone. I will speak to Kaveh about the leash idea, as I don’t find it appropriate either. But I hope you can understand why we are concerned.

kavehs so stupid.. He set some new rules and they’re ridiculous-!!! he said I’m not allowed to go out by myself beacuse I’m ‘too young’ thats a stupid reason.. i have to have an adult with me, unless if I’m working.. even stupider!

he’s also being embarrassing me with this stupid harness thing.. Luciens been bringing me around with it—!! He met up with madam Faruzan too, it was so humiliating looking this way infront of such a sophisticated old lady..

@lucienaskblog