#I made them all have a bit inspiration from other genshin characters

[damianito]

Liyue big three!!

[outivv]

I’m so disappointed with the natlan teaser because like. Girl. All of those characters would straight up look better if they had even the tiniest bit of melanin don’t even lie hyv.

I’m gonna go on a fat rant here so below the cut, fair warning because it’s messy as fuck I’m just pissed off

No because how are you going to straight up take the inspirations, and clear liberties from Aztec, Māori, Qichwa, Nigerian, Hawaiian, Native American, And Mayan (according to this image from @ HYVboycott on Twitter highly recommend btw they have good info imo)

And then you’re not gonna represent them in terms of their skin color??? Yes there are pale people in all these countries and pale people apart of these cultures, HOWEVER the vast majority of people, or the native people are not typically fucking white. I am white and I literally am darker than the majority of the genshin characters, even in winter when I don’t fucking tan. Like the genshin characters don’t even look ALIVE for Christ’s sake. Hyv are a bunch of cowards who take inspiration from poc, and don’t properly represent them, even in their other games like honkai Star rail. Boothill is Native American. Blatantly. “Oh, no he’s not!!” Yes the fuck he is, his entire backstory is based off of native people, he’s also part Hispanic because the original cowboys were Hispanic people called vaqueros, his home planet in the original CN version of honkai Star rail is literally two native tribes put together I believe. He is Native American, and Hispanic, and hyv TOOK that inspiration and that culture and then was too much of a coward to AT LEAST make him tan. Don’t even get me started on aventurine. So it’s not just with genshin that they do this shit, it’s a hyv problem as a whole, but with genshin it’s so like… common, and genshin has so many issues that make it feel like a cash-grab kinda game, and like the devs are just spitting in our face CONSTANTLY, especially when it comes to characters, and representation. It’s so depressing to see a game that at first had so much fucking promise, now just be such a fucking letdown after like what? 5? 4? Years? Like you’ve built up so much hype, and lore, and excitement just for Sumeru and Natlan not having any representation like fuck off. Hyv CAN fix these issues, they just don’t want to and they have expressed that time and time again by making dark skinned enemies, and enemies with dreadlocks. They know that they can, they just don’t want to because they’re too pussy. And it’s not because they’re a Chinese company, I mean obviously I understand that there is a complicated relationship with tan skin and China, HOWEVER that is no excuse because genshin, honkai Star rail, zenless zone zero, and honkai impact 3rd are all worldwide games and they need to appeal to their WORLDWIDE customers, and I’ve seen plenty of CN players fucking just as pissed off that there isn’t any actual diversity for like any of their games. Plus other Chinese companies have made diverse games, like Dislyte which I’m honestly a huge fucking fan of because of their diversity. Having diversity would BENEFIT hoyoverse a hell of a lot, but they are just trying to appeal to greasy old white men who are the same men who have a tantrum while making a reaction video to a game trailer and go “OH MY GOD SHE ISNT GOT ENOUGH!! LOOK AT HER!! SHE ISNT SEXY!!”, “OH MY GODDD THEY HAVE PRONOUNS NOW!! THE WOKE SNOWFLAKES GOT TO THEM”, and “OH MY GOD ASSASSINS CREED IS MAKING A BLACK SAMURAI THE MAIN CHARACTER!! NOOOO THATS NOT HISTORICALLY ACCURATE!!” Because they’re all pathetic, and that’s who hoyoverse is trying to cater to.

Okay I’m done, this went all over the place but I’m so pissed off so fuck hyv, give them the feedback they deserve, have a great day.

[cookiewarriorexpert]

Memento Vivere, Amongst the Living

Pokèmon! Shapeshifter! Reader x Sagau Genshin Impact characters

(Archons, Traveller! Aether, Paimon, Wanderer, and Neuvillette)

Sum: The first time Creator! Reader stays in a nation for too long

Whether or not it was the nation that was so closely linked to the Pokémon world’s own Kalos region of where Xerneas resided, which took inspiration from [name]’s real life region of France, it did not matter, for [Name] stayed around in Fontaine for a bit too longer than they usually do to other regions to make sure they didn’t favor nations that could make other nations jealous of the fact that a nation had been favored by the Creator of Teyvat.

But the Xerneas form made them almost gravitate to the Nation of Hydro, and while it made Furina both a bit boastful and also kind of terrified since she was aware of how the Creator never stays in a nation for too long, and her pride turned to a bit of concern since she felt like she did something wrong, or maybe the entire nation at that. And thus, Neuvillette, with Furina’s worried and panicked pleas trying to make it out to be just excitedly boastful and unafraid orders, to call in the Traveller, it sort of escalated to a few unhappy archons, floating food, and of course a knight in the shadows to arrive.

All the while, [name] held not even a hint of confusion, the Xerneas form and the aged wisdom the form gave them made them have no fear, except for a little ounce of displeasure upon seeing the dragons. (Fairy biased against Dragon talking-lol)

Of course, Nahida and Wanderer only watched from the sidelines while everyone was discussing and basically theorizing about why would their Grace would stay in Fontaine. Even comically that [name] was only a few meters away and heard everything, more interested in the French-inspired pastries of the hydro nation, satisfied with the more smaller and cake-like pastries that reminded them of the pokepuffs from the Kalos region from the world of Pokémon.

Eventually, things somehow ended up with Neuvillette getting a bit standoffish with Zhongli, since Zhongli was not technically a dragon and Neuvillette was pretty much not happy about Zhongli being around.

Though Paimon quickly got everyone’s attention when she just hovered over the Creator, gravitating to their soothing, gentle, and all knowing aura, and maybe their Grace was the most patient out of their acolytes since everyone stared at Paimon as if she was a toddler or some ill-mannered child boldly trying to touch or mess with some prized antique or respected figure.

[Name] only flicked their ears, their lips curved slightly to an almost amused look as everyone seemed so worked up about Paimon being so close while Paimon seemed to not even care, as if she was just a buzzed little bee having too much pollen and addicted to the sweet allure of a flower.

“You know I could hear your conversation.” [Name] said, a small subtle smile graced their lips, causing a bit of flustered and a bit of embarrassment to stir up in the group of beings of different origins and nations.

And at that point, Furina, trying to pipe up, finally questioned [Name] in a burst of frustration and nervousness, the entire group was a bit in shock except for Nahida and the Wanderer, knowing well that Furina was overcome with pure frustration from the fear of not knowing why the Creator decided to stay longer.

“Okay I’ll bite!! Why are you here?! Was it just me being a fault?!” Questioned the desperate Furina in a bid of at least getting some satisfaction from the Creator’s answer or at least some scrap of sympathy.

[Name] only looked at Furina, a slight twinge from their ears and turning to Furina that the Hydro Archon quickly realized her mistake and began to bow and apologize profusely, now trying to avoid punishment, but [Name] only sigh, knowing well that they were guilty of making Furina and possibly the entire nation afraid.

“Furina, please stand up, I am not here because of a misgivings of anyone from this nation….” [Name] cooed, soothing a bit of Furina’s doubts, Furina quickly stood up, embarrassed and flustered of acting so immature in front of the other archons and the traveler. Paimon only lay down on the antlers of the Xerneas Hybrid as she took a sigh of relaxation, stirring some bit of jealousy that Paimon was not at least told to back off.

“I am here, simply because Fontaine has given me a sense of…. Home, a place of where I felt most comfortable.” [Name] continued, at first, everyone was silent, before Furina began to swell her chest up in pride, her eyes began sparkled, an unexpected speed of change from her anticipation for her Creator’s answer. Not only did this answer from the Creator cast no doubt that Furina’s nation was favored, but also that [Name] was not at all displeased by anything.

“Oh!- oh- Your Grace! -Why haven’t you told me in the first place?! Oh! Did you hear that Neuvillette?! Fontaine is the most favored nation in their Grace’s- oh thank you thank you thank you!!!” Furina squealed like a child hearing their parents approval, Furina was all over the place, her hands everywhere, as she first hugged Neuvillette and squeezing him as hard as she possibly could in a flurry of emotions and mostly pride, Furina quickly rammed into the Creator and hugging them with as much strength, causing a big shock amongst the small audience, but [Name] only smiled at Furina’s excitement.

Most of the Archons were a bit jealous that their Grace had favor for Fontaine rather than their own nations but they were complicit and not really complaining, Ei gave Furina her respect like Furina had won a duel, Nahida congratulating Furina’s achievement, Zhongli gave his respect, and Venti also gave his approval and was currently thinking of a song.

[Name] only watched on, before going back to indulge in some more of Fontaine’s delicious and delectable desserts and pastries.

And with Furina’s surge of pride and her enlarged ego, Furina and Neuvillette had joined [Name]’s little tea party, with the Archons, Aether, Wanderer, and Paimon as well.

Though Aether was a bit relieved that Paimon was asleep so she wouldn’t cause a problem of hoarding most of the pastries.

[its-dari]

The Loving Hands of God

Creator AU - Where the reader is treated like a diety by the characters of Genshin Impact

Pairing(s): None || PLATONIC: Son! Wanderer & Parental! Gender Neutral! Creator! Reader Summary: He is reminded everyday that you chose him. But some days are harder than others; and he's grateful to have you sweep the cloudy skies away.

A/N: I don't really play Genshin but here we are, I'm just getting out my ideas - don't mind me.

This Wanderer is named "Kaito(神愛)", with the characters written for "god" and "love". I thought it could be cute to kind of give a call back to his origin but something also to remind him of how far he's come. He also calls the reader "Oya", which is the best thing I could get to a gender neutral Japanese term for mother or father.

I won't be taking requests! This is most likely a one time thing. This is also inspired by "this lovely piece" by @dropletpetals

(Extra Miscellaneous HCs: "The Son of Graces")

Warning(s): Wanderer backstory spoilers! Some revenge. This was written on my phone so forgive any errors.

Over grassy, rolling knolls - filled to the brim with blooming flowers in his favorite colors and breeds. Even under the loving warmth of sun on his cheeks and clouds turning themselves into the childish shapes of his desire. Even as the song on the winds speak his new name into his ears, the bonfires below burning it up so it reached the heavens. to the voices of acolytes proclaiming it so...

He was worried.

Worried and waiting for the other shoe to drop.

He was unwanted everywhere else.

By his mother, who made him a puppet - who left him with no identity or name

By the Fatui, who deemed him unworthy.

So when it came to be; the Creator's return to the mortal plane...

When he'd come to demand answers, angry about simply existing.

Your voice so gentle and warm, apologizing that you were not there to help him when he called to your name in begs and prayers. When the world you made and hurt him so much and how sorry you were that it treated him so cruelly... He felt the sincerity pouring through every pore, it washed over him - like a blanket.

You understood his pain.

He found that you had long since been asleep, since the dawn of the Archonic creation. Even the small bit of divinity used to create each drained your body, already tired from forming Teyvat with your hands. So you could not know of the acts being committed in your name, what those of your own blood were doing.

"If I had known one of mine created their own, I would have cherished them like I did them." You said with a softness only rivaled by your hands.

He had fallen to his knees, unable to stand after the crushing weight of pain fell upon him. You were not completely blameless...

But you did not lie to him.

Did not abandon him.

You stayed until the tears dried up, stroking his sore eyes.

"So now that I know she did not love you like you deserve... You are mine now." He nearly fell again, but your embrace held him up. "You will be my son... And I will give you everything."

How it was so warm and loving, arms cradling him as if he were nothing more than a babe. His hands white-knuckling at your divine robes as he just sniveled into your chest, no doubt covering them in his snot and tears... But you didn't care, cooing sweetly to the boy about how he's already made you proud. How you already loved him.

He nearly cried again when you gave him his name.

"You will be my son, so your name will have our title."

You pondered about it for a while before having a servant fetched ink and parchment. It was a bit unusual, seeing you hold the calligraphy brush. Seeing the ink touching the edges if your sleeves and staining them, but you just smile so brightly when it is finished.

「神愛」

He longed for a place to belong, for an identity... For someone or something to give him worth.

You have given him all these things.

He was uncomfortable at first having it, as it was blatantly a reminder of his lineage. of the woman who abandoned him... Of beelzebul.

But you only smiled.

"It is to remind everyone where you started," your hands come to guide him "and how far you've come."

"The character for god, so you always remember me and so I am always with you." You hummed a lullby as the strokes appeared across the parchment. "And the character for love so you know how much I have for you."

He smudges ink on his robes too, unable to stop smiling as his whispered his name to himself.

Kaito was the name on the tongues of the acolytes once his adoption was raised outside your walls domain. Call of festivals was announced to welcome him into the fold, into the public, as the beloved son of Teyvat's dear Creator soon to be celebrated as well.

For if he was worthy in the eyes of the Creator; he should also be worshipped.

He laughed at Beelzebul's frantic correspondence sent to you; of which descended into begging for at least a letter to be sent... You had found yourself simply unable to deal with her after finding out what she'd done to him, decidedly icing her out on his behalf.

It was a wonderful feeling being loved, as sweet as it would be showing her what had become of her puppet.

He allowed an invitation to his coronation be sent to her, despite your worries about his mental health.

"Are you sure you want to see her, dear? it'd be so dreadful if she ruined your special day." You asked him gently, your concern making his cold heart swell.

"I will be fine," he insisted as you settle another crown to test on his head, amused "it will show her what she missed and how much it cost her."

You laughed at the cruelty but don't otherwise protest.

You didn't find a crown suited to him that day, though you thanked the providers. The items were returned and shop-keeps were able to keep them as they were considered beautiful pieces by the creator.

The day came and he still did not have a crown.

But he trusted you to find one, as you insisted it would be only appropriate as he was your son.

The day had come quicker than he would have liked, how he was primped and cleansed - donning the celestial robes of the creator.

Of you, his darling guardian.

They were deep violet, small pearlescent spots likes stars crawling up the gold trimmed edges. His under clothes blacker than the abyss, the servants in awe of his beauty. Leaving him bashfully flushing and modestly brushing off their assorted compliments. He dripped in opulence, gold pieces to accent his looks as the crackle of blessing came from the Gnosis you made personally for him.

As he finally was ready, he wondered if he was worthy.

Your eyes sparkled like gems when you saw him, taking him in your open arms and bursting in joy. Happy to see him looking so handsome and playfully crooning about his future partner in a manner that made him absolutely red in embarrassment.

You only laughed and softly spoke, "Come baby, there is a whole world to show that you are worthy of worship."

His hand was clasped in your's, the walk slow and almost agonizing. The chattering of people growing less distant with the passing moments, his hands shake and he needed a second as you stepped onto the balcony first.

The cheers of Teyvat boomed like a sonic roar, your hymns and prayers called to the wind as the ground and skies bellowed your name. He is terrified....

But he is ready.

You lifted your hands for silence, still smiling as bright and as warm as the sun. The hush that came was nearly instant, eager faces peering up in utter reverence. Archons on high waiting to hear your lovely voice.

"My dear creations, Teyvat.... As you have heard, I have found a son." The cheers from below just made you smile wider "It is much more than just finding someone worthy to hold my place and succeed me, it is because I love this boy... Love him so dearly that I wanted him as my own, he deserves your worship. Deserves to be loved as much as I. He'd gone through much pain and it broke my heart to know that this world that I made treats its kind people with such cruelty."

Your eyes watered when the people join together, holding hands and each other.

"If I could take all the suffering, I would... But feeling and understanding pain is what shows we are alive, that we are stronger for persevering." your voice shook, "And my poor boy had been through so much."

Your hands wipe your eyes and they watch, captivated at your grace and beauty - even in your sorrow. But then you give them a smile again and step aside, calling to the masses in pride that is so reminiscent of a parent.

"I, the All-Creator, Jewel of Celestia, have the greatest pleasure to present to you; your prince and my son..." The curtains pull back and he walked onto the balcony, beams of light shining off his hair and deep eyes. "Young lord Kaito of Teyvat!!!"

The screams would be deafening if you both weren't so high up, the chants of his new name louder than he can even think. The shouts of praise nearly make him shrink, but he stood tall. Especially as your hand touched his back, as your smiling face came into his peripheral. With his head up, he looked at them dead on and waved.

He smiled.

Especially as his sharp eyes caught Beelzebul's pale, shocked face. but the fuzzy warmth in his chest only grew as your fingers touched the top of his head.

From your touch, your grace washed over him. The weight of a diadem formed on his head. The Gnosis on his chest buzzed to life and his body rolled in a brightness rivaled only by the stars, from his skin to his blood - it was if he was charged with energy. A power that was unlike anything else he'd ever had.

"Divinity suits you, Kaito." You hummed, taking his hand.

Kaito smiled shyly and just squeezed your hand and whispered, "Only because I take after you, Oya."

At your side, he finally has a place.

He finally has his rightful godly status.

As he looked to see pride in your glittering tears and smile nearly blinding... A peace like no other settled within him.

He belongs.

He is worthy.

[yanderelinkeduniverse]

Reader who makes plushies... That have literal bombs inside of them that they can throw on the battlefield

Imagine if one of Links accidentally sets it off

Jk jk, it’s just funny to see this ask when you have Klee from hit game Genshin Impact on pc, PlayStation, and mobile devices as your pfp.

Personally I actually really love the concept of characters with bombs that are hidden inside plush dolls, they’re always so fun and cute! Now as for a (y/n) with those dolls…

She is not gonna be using them as freely when the time comes.

At the start I think the Chain would actually be really chill with her primarily using bombs in combat, I mean as long as she can control where they go. In fact, they’d prefer her using bombs than using nothing at all since - and I mean this as politely as possible - if would not be good if they had member of the group basically be deadweight.

*side eyes canon (y/n) who is not a combatant in any capacity*

And in all fairness, I’m pretty sure everyone who’s played a Zelda game has accidentally blown themselves up with their own bombs at least one time. Realistically would that kind of injury be severe and heavily impact her relationship with the Chain? Of course, but since when have I stuck to realism?

(y/n) being a combatant from the get go would certainly impact the Chain’s view of her fighting later on when they start becoming obsessive, but I think they’d still go through a phase where they think (y/n) shouldn’t be using them at all when their concern for her safety reaches its peak.

I mean, if these guys can blow themselves up with their own bombs when those bombs are just a side item then what about when they’re someone’s main weapon? I heavily doubt this variant of the reader would be without some bandages from accidentally blowing herself up on occasion.

Those who become a little too paranoid for her safety, such as Four, Twilight, and probably Wild just from his own personal experiences accidentally setting off a remote bomb too close to himself or using a bomb arrow in the Eldin region, would argue that she’s safer without them than with them.

And while most of the others would be in agreement, the problem is…she’s had these bombs and this method of fighting since before she ever came to Hyrule. Who are they to say what she can and cannot do to defend herself with?

It’s a struggle between the overwhelming desire to keep her safe and the need to respect her as their superior, after all they are barely worthy to hold a candle to her.

So, a compromise is made.

They politely ask (y/n) if she can limit her bomb usage, perhaps using a bit of well meaning manipulation to say that their ears are more sensitive than hers and as such the sound of the bombs going off hurts their ears.

They don’t want to limit their darling, don’t want her to feel caged and like her wings are being clipped, but they also want her to be safe above all else.

And if there were ever a time when (y/n)’s style of combat proved to be more detrimental to her well-being than not then they wouldn’t hesitate to take those bombs away, even if she protests.

On a slightly happier note, the plushies themselves are something the Chain would coo over a lot!

Some might even try to give her inspiration for new ones to make, even if they aren’t bombs(they’d be happier if they weren’t bombs tbh). I’m sure Hyrule has a bunch of dolls that look like himself saved up and Wild’s got pictures of Riju’s sand seals, those would be adorable!

But yeah, a reader who utilizes bombs in combat would challenge the Chain’s dual desires to both respect (y/n) as their ultimate authority(not that she knows) and keep her safe. But as long as she properly uses them, then she’ll be fine.

For now.

[zarathelonewolf]

As a Genshin Impact fan... And Hoyoverse games enjoyer in general...

I feel that Hoyoverse needs to change the trajectory when it comes to skin tones in their games.

Yes, I am aware that there are insane beauty standards that make most Chinese companies prefer pale skinned characters in their videogames, and that this may prevent some of them from including dark skinned characters as to not hurt their sales or their reputation... But this STILL doesn't mean that what they're doing is correct, from an ethical/moral point of view.

And yes, I am aware that "freedom of the artist" exists. First things first, freedom of the audience also exists, and that means that if people feel like they want to make some noise over things they perceive to be wrong, they should get to do that. Second things second, what is being done is erasure, which is not correct to do. Someone could use the argument "maybe all humans developed with white skin in Teyvat, it's not erasure, it's creative freedom", but is this really where we want to go? Teyvat isn't real, that's true... So what is contained in it doesn't have to be completely adherent to reality... But Teyvat was also intended to contain cultures inspired by real civilizations here on Earth. Is there really no place for a dark skinned character there? "There's pale skinned people of that culture too" yes, there's also DARK skinned people of that culture, no?

Besides... It's getting boring, only seeing pale skinned characters. The games are still enjoyable, yes, but I would still like a change of skin color in the palette used which is: Kaeya/Xinyan, Bennett, Cyno/Sethos, Milk/Everyone Else™.

Please Hoyoverse. There's other Chinese companies doing It, you can also include darker charas in your ranks. Popularity could drop, but you're already pretty powerful, aren't you?

Then again, It seems that this Is a huge issue for Hoyoverse. Perhaps it's because other games that have adopted this change as well aren't as popular, but if they happen to lose support in China, they can gain It in other, Western countries, and among members of the cultures that they would end up portraying in a much more accurate way! Besides, aren't Chinese and Japanese fans also upset? I heard It was quite the uproar a bit of everywhere.

I reccommend all Honkai Impact 3rd, Genshin Impact, Honkai Star Rail, Zenless Zone Zero fans to reblog this post and sign this petition I have put here after finding it in a previous reblog (the author of the post was @genshin-impact-updates, I hope the person behind It doesn't mind getting mentioned). I have already signed It, please do your part. And at the next Surveys in all games, show your dissatisfaction.

EDIT: Guys the petition is over 75.000 signatures and it is needed for it to reach 100.000 at least so that cultural ambassadors can be contacted. Hoyoverse Is stubborn though (Hoyoverse answered someone who expressed displeasure by saying it is a work of fiction and thus the region and characters are fiction, they are using this excuse), so in order to truly reach them, do not spend money on the games made by Hoyoverse.

[ariazou]

I don't know if you'd like to know this or not, but genshin has a couple of characters that are heavily coded to be persian~

Not a huge fan of Genshins interpretation of Persian culture D: I understand theyre going for a more fantasy feel but honestly i barely see the inspiration and I've seen people say its a tad orientalist (I dont know that im informed enough to give my opinion on that but its def a take ive seen often of genshin, I'd have to do my own research to be able to really comment on it)

The character that seems to be Persian is a red head with blue eyes 😭 So overall just really not a good representation, so much of her look, including her outfit, is barely Persian, if at all.

Also Azhdaha in Genshin is so disappointingly inaccurate that it makes me so upset :( They made him a bulky rock dragon when he's said to be a long sea serpent type of dragon, that's not my boy! I'm a bit upset that Genshin has probably made people think Azhdaha looks like that when he couldn't be more of the opposite. Also! Azhdaha means dragon in farsi and a few other languages as well, so I could understand the argument that theyre just using the word but still :( why not use that opportunity to be accurate to the culture they are referencing (also making it clear he is a myth within other cultures not just persian!)

Accurate and meaningful representation REALLY really matters, I hate the misinformation that spreads from the lack of care from these companies

That being said I really do appreciate people sending me recommendations! I think I just have some frustrations with Genshin in particular and this was a great opportunity to yap about some of them 🐉 and I know there's other cultures that they have used that people have complained about as well, so this is definitely not the only issue

[kayetra-spade-queen]

Because I don't wanna make a video essay, so have a written essay instead because I absolutely can.

I'm gonna talk about the Loom of Fate, the 5 Sinners, and theorized what will happen to Teyvat.

(SPOILERS AHEAD. I SUGGEST GOING THROUGH THE QUEST FIRST)

I must warn you that these are all theories made by what's given by Genshin so far, so please don't take anything too seriously until we finally get the full picture.

Ok, so after AQ Bedtime Story (good god, that was a rollercoaster, although it was short), we've gathered a few things;

Loom of Fate is essentially made to replace or at least be on par with Irminsul, hence the connection between Ley Lines and people's memories.

The caused of the Khaenri'ah cataclysm wasn't the Khaenri'ahns entirely, but the 5 Sinners.

Celestia had been asleep ever since the cataclysm and hadn't woken up, even when Irminsul was altered and Focalors destroying her throne.

The Sinners (+ Dain) are trying to go up against a Vinster King.

The Sinners in question left Khaenri'ah when the cataclysm happened, leaving all of their people to deal with the bullshit they themselves had made. Talk about responsibility.

The Sinners

Hroptatyr The Wise: I assume that he will have something to do with the Forbidden Knowledge, that's why he was titled "the wise". We have not attain any information about him from any characters as of now.

Vedrfolnir The Visionary: We found out that he is Dainsleif's older brother, and we also found out that he is also the voice that we (reliving as our Sibling in memory) heard as "The Voice in The Head", and was the one who inspired Chlothar into founding the Abyss Order in the first place.

Rhinedottir Gold: We know that she is the creator of Albedo and his siblings. She was the one who brought abyssal monsters into Teyvat in the first place. For the longest time, I've suspected that she had been dead by getting killed, but now I think that she's still alive due to Kaeya's voiceline saying; "The Sinners are the ones that remains".

Surtalogi The Foul: We know that he is the master of Skirk. He was the one who brought the All-Devouring Narwhal onto Teyvat, and we know the whale isn't from Teyvat itself, and it came from somewhere in space. The whale got attracted by the many Primordial Sea because of the Fontainians are beings made out of Primordial Sea until they became fully human.

Rerir Rächer of Solnari: In mythology, Rerir wanted to avenge his father's death. Rerir in Genshin (who is a female due to the Rächer noun is feminine) could be indicating something similar, but what? Maybe... A death of a loved one?

Vinster King

So the Sinners are trying to go up against the Vinster King because of... Something.

First and foremost, the identity of Vinster King.

I believed that it's Phanes, aka the Primordial One. The one that created the 4 Shining Shades, and the one who founded the Heavenly Principles in the first place.

Why do I say that? Realized that Dain said that their goal is to stop the Vinster King from "continuing the rock foundation of this world"?

Phanes, in a sense did create Teyvat. Killing the Dragon Sovereigns and taking over their land, not to mention creating the civilization we know now is a form of "creating" this world, the world of Teyvat we all know now.

The Sinners had a reason to try and fight the Vinster King, or I guess in this case, the Primordial One.

But what? What happened between them that angered Phanes so much?

Creating a New World

I believe that the reason of the Sinners trying to fight Celestia was that they're trying to create a new world.

Was this a bit of a stretch? Maybe. But they are the ones who left Khaenri'ah when the abyss started to take over and when Celestia have to do what they could to stop it from spreading towards to the other nations.

Loom of Fate was one of the key factors into creating this new world, the same way Irminsul was. There could be other factors into making this new world the Sinners are trying to make, and one of them could involve the Forbidden Knowledge.

See, although Phanes did "make" Teyvat in a sense, it was still a stolen land by the end of the day, so maybe the Sinners are trying to create a world made by their own hands, and transporting the people of Teyvat to that new world, so they could live in a "pure world", where it was entirely theirs. Loom of Fate could also be made to make people forget about Celestia altogether, making the new world a purely-humanity-based world with no divine intervention.

Now, why would they do this? As mentioned before, these 5 people were the best in their fields, better than their own peers. I'd assume they got greedy and selfish, and when they found the power of the abyss, it brought them to the point of insanity, so they made these insane stunts to reach their goal, even if it meant putting their own people, and by extent everyone in the world into a bridge of chaos and suffering.

Hroptatyr & Rerir

We know 3 people so far, but how about the other 2?

Hroptatyr is called "the wise", which he is most likely to tie himself onto knowledge, and probably academically unparalleled back then among his people.

What if he got greedy, trying to get more knowledge? The Forbidden Knowledge was most likely his key to an otherworldly knowledge, something that no one, not even Rukkhadevata could understand as the god of knowledge. It won't be far fetched, since the power of the abyss was so powerful it can either be on par or exceed the power of the heavens to the point Celestia can't cure it.

Forbidden Knowledge can be very essential for creating the new world theory I mentioned in the previous section. Creating the very foundation of a world requires a ton of knowledge, so who's to say that Hroptatyr aren't trying to get his hands to that knowledge so he can't start making that world?

Rerir here is trying to avenge something (hence the word "Rächer"), but what? In the original Germanic mythology, Rerir is the son of Sigi, succeeds his murdered father and avenges his death. He rules in Hunaland and becomes a powerful ruler.

So, Rerir here in Genshin must've had something to do that's tied to death at some point. A dead loved one maybe that got killed by being murdered?

If that's the case, then Rerir is trying to avenge her loved one, or maybe a comrade, but to where? Maybe Phanes got something to do with it, but I'm not entirely sure.

I have my own speculations that Rerir is trying to resurrect that said person. Which, I get it, it doesn't follow through her title, but given that she attains the power of the abyss, who's to say that she won't try to do the art of resurrection? She'll definitely try to take advantage of that power and do whatever she could think off possible to make whatever she wished come true, including bringing back the dead.

Maybe that person got involved with Celestia, and Celestia was the cause of that person's death. Which would make sense if Rerir getting involved with Phanes herself because of it; she doesn't accept that the person she cares about being killed by the person who was supposed to be a god who loved humanity.

Celestia

Celestia, as we know it, is the cause of plenty of shit;

The one who destroyed an entire nation

The one who put a curse on said nation

The one who the archons are putting their distance at

The one who drove our Sibling to continue the Loom of Fate operation

The one who made the Tsaritsa going grocery shopping for the other archons' gnoses

The one who made the prophecy to drown Fontaine because Egeria made the sin of making Oceanids into humans

Stole a whole planet upon arrival

Killed the original residents of said planet

Using the remnants of the 3rd Descenders into making the gnoses

What we didn't know until a while ago about Celestia was;

Destroying the entire nation because there's no cure for the abyss and they're trying to protect the other nations

The power of the abyss was so powerful, it drained them to the point of slumber

Cursing the people of the nation because they thought the people responsible for creating the cataclysm was still there, not realizing that they had already left. Though I still disapprove of them cursing the entire population when they had absolutely nothing to do with it and was caught in a crossfire

Celestia wasn't the one who started the eradication of Khaenri'ah in the first place because they disapprove of the nation's independence; they were merely trying to protect the world from the abyss because it's the only way the knew best and are the only powerful method they had

Celestia exhaust themselves so badly, they went into a slumber that not even Focalors' stunt could even wake them up. So they've been inactive for the last 500 years

For the longest time, we've been under the impression that Celestia is the ultimate big bad of the game, which we have reasons why; the archons are against Celestia, a whole nation got destroyed by Celestia because it was assumed that they're being erased because of their independence, hell even trapping us into Teyvat without any way of leaving and locking our powers away.

In a sense, Celestia is still a big bad, but maybe not as big as the Sinners? I know I said that they're probably transporting the people from Teyvat to a new world they're making, but considering the fact that they left their own people to die, who's to say that they would most likely let the world perish and recreate their society and the entire humanity from scratch? And in order to do that, the existence of the previous humanity of the previous world have to be eradicated.

Thanks for coming to my ted talk :)

Extra:

Farewell Atossa

I apologize for making you know me unwillingly

Still, I do not wish you to forget me

(Translation by me, cuz good god this took so damn long translating this letter by letter-)

I'm so unwell y'all- :')

[fearingthefearsome]

𝖄𝖔𝖚𝖗 𝕽𝖊𝖉 𝕷𝖎𝖕𝖘 𝕾𝖙𝖆𝖎𝖓 𝕸𝖎𝖓𝖊, 𝕶𝖆𝖛𝖊𝖍

─•~𝓜𝓪𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓽 ~•─  - The main masterlist with all my collections

𝒢𝑒𝓃𝓈𝒽𝒾����'𝓈 𝒫𝓇𝒾𝓂𝑜𝑔𝑒𝓂𝓈 - Genshin Impact masterlist

PAIRING... Alhaitham x Kaveh

SYPNOSIS... One would say Kaveh is famous. That in itself is something Sumeru and many of his clients cannot deny. Blond hair almost like golden threads pairs beautifully with carmine ruby eyes peering with inspiration. An almost feminine but adrogynus look entices men and women alike. That is why it’s no suprise when Alhaitham goes home to find gifts and packages piled up on their front door. A small twisting hint of jealousy lingering in his mind as he looks at it.

WARNINGS... This fanfic is indulgent and it contains a smut scene near the end. So be warned 𝓭𝓻𝓲𝓯𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓼, I will not warn you thrice.

AUTHOR'S NOTES... Greeting once more 𝓭𝓻𝓲𝓯𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓼, it's been a while since I've gone back to writing due to writer's block. Apologies to all the 𝓭𝓻𝓲𝓯𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓼 who were expecting a new oneshot or a continuation of the scenarios which I would like to say that it will be continued. I had to write a new piece that is severely out of my element. Also I am experimenting once more with the design of my posts so there may be changes to the new posts rather than the old posts. I would also like to give a shout for my best friend who created this very beautiful artwork of Alhaitham littered with kiss marks and out of my fangirling over these two gays, they also made a bonus artwork of Kaveh being the culprit of the kiss marks. Which thank you very much for the fanart! :DD Worry not the photos are attached here in the scenes. As i've said, this story is a bit of a character study on my part and writing in-depth romance (?) I'm really out of my element. But I am happy to say that I have improved a lot since before. A heads up, it's been a while since I've written smut so please bear with me, 𝓭𝓻𝓲𝓯𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓼. Other than that, enjoy the archive's new post!

Kaveh is famous. 

That in itself is something Alhaitham cannot deny. 

Ever since their school days, Alhaitham remembered when his Senior would be surrounded by men and women alike. Clamoring around him to gain the attention of those ruby eyes. Sometimes their little hangouts in the library would be interrupted by brave souls confessing their love to him. Only to be rejected with the softest smile on his pink lips. Other times Kaveh would drag him around to hide by a hidden corner of the library. Hoping to escape any potential suitors that would want to court him. 

Long before being the Light of Kshahrewar, Kaveh gained popularity through his beauty and intellect. That’s how Kaveh was well-known around Sumeru and the Akademiya.

That’s why when Alhaitham arrives home early, he is not surprised to see a pile of boxes at the entrance, all addressed to the Light of Kshahrewar. He can vaguely remember when Kaveh would arrive at their study hangouts with bags filled with courting gifts. Other times Alhaitham was the one who would receive these gifts to pass on to Kaveh but it diminished to just a handful of times when Kaveh had gotten angry for using him as a convenient mailman. His favorite memory with these gifts is when Kaveh would share with him any treats or snacks he got. 

He huffs lightly before scooping up the gifts and lays them on the coffee table of their home. As bothersome as the gifts are, he has the decency to at least bring it inside. He toes off his shoes, expecting to be scolded by his roommate. The gifts end up on the coffee table, piled up to the brim with tags from senders and obnoxious bows and wrappers. He sits down on the sofa and tries to relax from a long day of working in the office. However his mind wanders back to the past where his Kaveh was confessed to left and right. It was always an annoying sight to stumble upon or witness. To see his Senior be showered with unnecessary flowery words and be subjected to an idiot’s confession. Even he, who learned 20 languages, knows better words to say to a man that makes him speechless. And it’s frustrating him how his mind can’t seem to rest unless his roommate is back home. 

Alhaitham picks one box and inspects it, all wrapped neatly and screams rich from the designs. The giant red bow hides a card beneath its obnoxiousness. Squinting, he takes the card and debates on opening it. One one hand, he’d see who the sender is and the objective of their gift. On the other hand, he can feel a growing irritation within him that he hopes he can soothe by reading this card.  He goes over it again in his head, weighs the pros and cons but something tells him he should read it. Although he knows that tampering with the gift would result in an argument with Kaveh, he would satisfy his curiosity. 

Opening it, Alhaitham is greeted with the most unintelligible writing known to mankind. It was written in script, all the loops were exaggerated to the point of being unreadable. He has studied to read even the handwriting of doctor’s through prescriptions and journals in the House of Daena. Yet this sender thinks they can entice Kaveh with their horrid handwriting. It takes a few minutes or two to decipher what they wrote. 

‘Dearest Light of Kshahrewar, 

I am sending this letter in hopes of having your hand in marriage-‘

Feeling a boiling anger in his blood, he crumples the card with a clenched grip. Who does this fucker think they are? A marriage proposal? It wasn’t uncommon for the Light of Kshahrewar to be seen as an eligible bachelor. However the audacity of this bitch who can’t even write to the point of it being read is abysmal. He throws the card onto the table and drops the gift with a growl of irritation escaping his lips. He ruminates over what the letter said, hand covering his mouth to try and dissuade his teeth from crumbling beneath how tense his jaw is from raw anger. 

It’s not his business. He snatches a book from a messy pile on the coffee table. It’s not his business as it is not him who was proposed to. He tries reading quietly as he returns to a mental bookmark on his book. Evidently making sure to steer clear of any annoying emotion he might feel. Yet…

The gifts on the table are giving him a smug look and the annoyance in him is slowly festering without the company of his roommate. He sighs exasperated as he has wasted 5 minutes trying to calm himself down. The book in his hand is interesting but his attention keeps straying back to the gifts sitting innocently on the table. 

Sighing for the nth time, Alhaitham waits impatiently for Kaveh to return home. Huffing here and there when time seemed to slow down much to his chagrin. 

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Alhaitham perks up in attention when he hears the fiddling of keys at the front door. 

Kaveh finally arrives home in a jumble of noise. Something he can’t seem to complain about. It’s familiar to hear his keys jingle with haste and the door swings open aggressively from a long-day stress piled on his shoulders. Kaveh himself follows through with an exhausted moan and the little beeps of Mehrak right behind him. Alhaitham can hear him struggle by the doorway as he removes his shoes and places his keys in the dish bowl. Cursing suddenly resounds through the entrance as multiple heavy thuds follow. His shoes must have been in the way, as he barely glances at Kaveh entering the living room with a very displeased expression. Though he was surprised to see Kaveh carrying a giant box alongside his blueprints. 

“Alhaitham! I told you before to put your shoes ASIDE!” Kaveh starts in a flurry of ire. He smacks the giant box down on the coffee table as he points at Alhaitham with an accusatory finger. “I swear you leave them out on purpose just to see me trip! I swear to Kusanali that you do this out of amusement-“ Alhaitham observes Kaveh, who continues to rant at him. He takes the time to witness Kaveh drop his blueprints onto the couch. He lends a habitual hand to help him take off his hair accessories. His hands cradle the red hairclips of his roommate while Kaveh runs his hands through his hair. And when the time is right, Alhaitham can see the pretty unblemished nape of his roommate. Tempting to touch and a sight that only he can be blessed with. 

“It’s blasphemous to use our god’s name in vain, Senior.” He retorts. 

“And you’re a prick for making the entrance a hazard!” Kaveh snaps back immediately. Alhaitham has to hide a growing grin behind his hand as he hums in acknowledgement to what he was saying. 

“Ugh!” Kaveh plops down onto the sofa, directly beside Alhaitham. And the smile grew beneath his hand as Kaveh scoots even closer to him. His knees knocked against Alhaitham’s and his warmth immediately warmed up Alhaitham’s right side. Kaveh crosses his arms and grumbles under his breath. Kaveh whips his head to the side, avoiding his eyes despite sitting so near him. 

“Did anything interesting happen today, Senior?” He asks but all he gets is a side glare accompanied by a very cute angry pout. Now this won’t do. Alhaitham has entertainment when he plays his cards right. And most of the time, he has an opportunity to satiate his twisted desires he keeps hidden. Seeing Kaveh being cute and angry is an opportunity to tease him. To burn his curiosity of how many expressions can he show him with a few words. Moving just a bit closer to drape his body on Kaveh. Relishing how warm the sun is on his skin, with just a few layers of cloth preventing him from being burnt. Alhaitham asks again, this time leaning closer to his space. His breath hot and loud as it leans close to Kaveh’s ear, he asks sincerely. “Won’t you tell me what happened to your day, Kaveh?” 

“Hmph!” He takes sick pleasure in the blush that dusts his ears and cheeks. The way it is evident that his tactics are working to break down the walls Kaveh had put up. But right now, he wants his attention on him. The anger from the card was still simmering in his blood and he wanted Kaveh to soothe it. To make him forget the anger that’s wants to blow up and track down the poor excuse of a potential candidate. So he smiles and breathily whispers into Kaveh’s left ear. “Apologies for leaving my shoes around, Senior.” He adds an extra effect to persuade him by nipping his ear once. Alhaitham can feel a wicked satisfaction when Kaveh shivers and breathes in shakily from the action. “I’ll be good next time by putting away my shoes properly.” When Kaveh bites his lower lip, he can tell he relented quite easily to his apology and is more than willing to talk now. 

With that, Alhaitham closes the book he hasn’t read since he picked it up to signal that he’s giving Kaveh all his undivided attention. “Now I want to know how your day has been, Senior.” 

He can’t help but feel pleased when Kaveh pouts cutely at him. 

“I’ll be holding your word to see you actually do it, Alhaitham!” He says before lighting up to tell him about his day. “Besides, my day’s been through the gutter. But something interesting happened when I was going home. You won’t believe it Alhaitham! I was passing by Puspa Cafe when one of my past clients came up to me with their acquaintance. Ms…” Kaveh stops his monologue to remember their names. Alhaitham has to stop his words from teasing him when his face scrunches up in concentration. Kaveh is keen on remembering their names when he taps his finger on his lips. Maybe Alhaithamm should change his race into a glove that gets to be kissed by Kaveh’s lips. When he snaps his fingers when he remembers their name, his ruby eyes meet his own with stars glittering around it. “Ms. Abélia, she commissioned me for a greenhouse in her parent’s land. I met her and her companion Ms. Iris at the front of Puspa Cafe- oh!” Kaveh is excited. Alhaitham can tell just how happy Kaveh is when he fumbles with opening the giant box from his client. 

“Ms. Iris is apparently their family friend and she’s a makeup artist from Fontaine. They gave me a gift from their new line of makeup products for making their greenhouse.” Kaveh says as he brings out the makeup products one by one. 

Alhaitham, with no knowledge of extensive makeup beside the usual kohl and a few lessons from Kaveh, was taken aback by the quantity. On the coffee table, Kaveh had moved aside the book pile and the gifts to make room for at least 4 cases of eyeshadow, eyeliners and other products Alhaitham doesn’t recognize. “That’s quite excessive for a simple greenhouse.” Alhaitham says as Kaveh grabs the last two products that catches Alhaitham’s eyes. 

They are two small cases with a glass window softly held in Kaveh’s hands. From where he looms over Kaveh, the products seen through the glass window are two shades of red. One case has a lighter red almost a bit pink shade while the other product has a peach almost skin-like color with a pink hue in it. 

Kaveh huffs at his comment, “While I agree that it is excessive for a gift, the greenhouse was not simple at all! It was one of the most stressful commissions and it was within 7 weeks, Alhaitham. Seven!” Kaveh pouts in annoyance while Alhaitham remembers how much Kaveh suffered through that commission. Not only was the time and the client’s preference of design difficult, the materials had a delay and the glass panes were switched out with a cheaper quality. Alhaitham remembered Kaveh being angry. Angrier than he had ever seen Kaveh be. It devolved to Kaveh reporting to Cyno about the situation which turned out that the company from Fontaine had been embezzling their funds. Alhaitham took the liberty to quickly report on time about the situation to the Iudex of Fontaine. 

The amount of stress Kaveh had been through that time was enough for him to collapse at least thrice within the day. Trips to the Bimarstan were frequent for a week with Cyno carrying him to emergency care and Tighnari was stationed to watch over Kaveh during the last few days of construction. Nothing about the process of building and designing the greenhouse was simple but in essence it is a simple greenhouse in Alhaitham’s eyes. Where was Alhaitham? He took on the task of making sure Kaveh slept at night. Forcing him to eat and bathe while coercing him to lay on his bed, right beside him. 

Alhaitham snaps out of his thoughts to tune into Kaveh’s recount of the commission.  “-ly, Ms. Abélia was a bit… difficult to coordinate with but she’s much better than the other clients who always sacrifice safety and design for cheap materials.” Kaveh settles on that before he takes notice of the products still clenched in his hands. Kaveh sighs in annoyance, “Anyways. Here.” Kaveh offers one of the products to Alhaitham who in turn opens his hand and lets Kaveh place the product on his palm. Alhaitham relishes the small graze of Kaveh’s finger on his hand. 

“And what is this Senior?” Alhaitham examines the small case, the one Kaveh had given him was with pink peach shade. He observes how Kaveh opens his case with deft fingers. “It’s lip balm, dear Junior. They said it moisturizes the lips and it’s extremely helpful in the desert since it can remove the dryness whenever we have an expedition there.” Kaveh says as he brings out his pinky finger and takes a few swipes on the lip balm. He carefully smears it on his lips and smacks them with subtle pops. 

Alhaitham barely pays attention to what Kaveh was doing but he hums in approval at how helpful the product will be in the future. Maybe he can ask Kaveh to give him one. But… “Why does it have color? Are there ones without any shades?” Alhaitham questions as he looks up to Kaveh only to freeze at the sight. Specifically the sight of Kaveh’s lips that has taken a reddish-pink hue. The pale lips he sometimes reads are now covered in a beautiful shade of red that has a glossy texture. It looks soft and delicate like a flower petal. He can tell Kaveh is talking from the way those lips open and close around words but Alhaitham is stuck watching those kissable lips convey words that cannot reach his ears. And when Kaveh stops, he sees those lips stretch into a cheshire grin that taunts him. Alhaitham looks at those lips one last time before he focuses back on Kaveh. The beautiful man in all his blonde and ruby glory is smiling teasingly at him. The same man who is taunting him with those luscious and soft lips. 

“Alhaitham?” Kaveh blinks in confusion, tilting his head to look questioningly at him. Alhaitham just nods, not knowing what Kavevh said or what he was thinking anymore. He focuses back on those glossy pink lips and looks away. “Nothing.” He replies before picking up another makeup product on the table to inspect it. 

Archons. he really wants to kiss this man.

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The next few days were unbearable for Alhaitham. Some days when he woke up, he would be greeted by that same beautiful man preparing breakfast for the both of them. While other days he would have the honor of waking up the ethereal beauty sleeping peacefully surrounded by an array of colors. But what happened was that the gifts were coming in a steady stream. And Kaveh? He decided to try out anything he can use on his body. And Alhaitham? Well he was at the mercy of this oblivious blond.

It took a whole new level of restraint to stop himself from pouncing on the man. Whenever they bickered, Alhaitham’s eyes would flicker down to those pretty glossy lips that said each word like a god’s prophecy. Kaveh was still using the same lip balm that was given to him a few days ago. Whenever they see each other off, Alhaitham has to anchor his hands to stop himself from chasing after those beautiful golden locks. The scent of a new shampoo Kaveh was testing out was a mix of flowers. It wasn’t potent but it also wasn’t subtle, it was enough to catch Alhaitham off guard though. It paired perfectly with the new rose perfume Kaveh was given by a client from Inazuma. It fits him so well that Alhaitham suggested buying more of it for Kaveh. When Alhaitham comes home to see Kaveh creating designs after designs, he can’t stop himself from appreciating how obliviously smart and foolishly dedicated this man is. During breaks before dinner or lunch, he sees Kaveh spreading lotion on his hands and arms. He rubs his fingers to test the texture before massaging it sensually into his skin. It took Alhaitham a few minutes to uncross his legs to avoid being seen by Kaveh how indecent he’s been just by watching him. The final straw was when Kaveh would take care of his fingers on the coffee table. The way he attentively cuts and files his nails. Then he brought out a gift in the form of nail polish. And Alhaitham didn’t know just how beautiful Kaveh’s hands are until he presents his nails with a muted red polish coloring his nails. Alhaitham had to punish himself with a very very cold shower when he imagined those hands holding… something.

Alhaitham has to hand it to himself for resisting a wonderful temptation Kaveh is to him. Yet tonight, the chains he put on himself are crumbling by how annoyingly gorgeous this man is in his drunken stupor. 

It was their monthly night out with Tighnari and Cyno. This time, they have Cyno’s pseudo-brother, Sethos joining them for the first time. Alhaitham tries to drown out the noise of the tavern with his headphones yet Kaveh’s voice cuts through it and ends up being his comfort tonight. As he reads his book and converse with his companions, he sneaks a few glances at the blond talking animatedly in a flurry of hand gestures. He drinks alongside Kaveh but not at the same pace as him. He refills Kaveh’s glass who in turn drinks with stars blinking from his eyes. He observes how Kaveh switches his expression every millisecond Alhaitham takes his eyes off him. He observes how Kaveh would lightly place the glass on his lower lip. Still talking to their companions before drinking it with grace. When he places down his wine glass, he is intently focused on the tongue that licks away the remaining wine that threatens to drip down those pretty lips. He can’t help but let Kaveh indulge just a little bit more just to watch Kaveh lick away the wine from his lips. He wonders how those pretty and delicate lips would wrap around his fingers or how that tongue would lick his thumb when he teases him. He just lets Kaveh be, especially when he gets to watch his roommate’s lips be stained in a blooming subtle red. He’s using a new product of lipstick that got smudged and left a red stroke beyond his lips. He has half a tipsy mind to reach over and wipe the imperfection but the other tipsy half wants to smear it more and leave Kaveh’s lips messier than the wine glass with his kiss mark. 

By the time Lambad gives a warning of closing time, Alhaitham moves to grasp Kaveh’s hand. The alcohol in him is starting to affect him when he caresses the hand littered with the smallest cuts and slightly calloused by his career. He doesn’t remember when he leans in close to Kaveh but he commits to memory the blush on Kaveh’s cheeks that spread farther down his neck. His breath hitches when Kaveh shivers from his breath and decides to whisper softly into Kaveh’s ear like it was a forbidden secret no one but them should know. “Let’s go home, Kaveh.”  

He hears a stifled gasp and a sharp inhale of a breath from their companions. Alhaitham doesn’t know if it was the tipsy mind in him from an indulged wine-drinking session or the tipsy mind from getting to hold an irresistible temptation in his arms. What he knows is that Kaveh lets out an airy breath, it sounds needy and - Kaveh’s hands had gripped his sleeve and hid his face into his neck. So close that Alhaitham can smell the remnants of that same new shampoo Kaveh has been using. He grips Kaveh firmly as he stands to pick up the blond into his arms. He bites his tongue in frustration when he hears Kaveh whine needily near his ear. 

 He turns to address the three,“See you two around, and it was nice talking with you Sethos.” In a subtle rush, Alhaitham’s blurry vision only clears up when he arrives right in front of their home. His hand balances the weightless man in his left while unlocking the door with his right. He toes the door open and closes it with the audible click of the lock. The clatter of the keys hitting the ceramic bowl is drowned out by Kaveh’s little mumbles right beside his covered ear. Grunting with little effort, Alhaitham sheds both their shoes off their feet and enters their home with haste. 

Alhaitham deposits Kaveh on his bed and moves around his bedroom with habitual ease. He snags clean clothes and towels, hoping to clean up before going to bed. He takes off his headphones, gloves and other extra fabrics and sets them on his study table. He turns on the lights in the bathroom and runs a bath slowly filling up with warm water. As soon as he steps out of the bathroom, he sees the person of his desires nodding off on his bed. Alhaitham pauses by the doorway, he watches how Kaveh breaths with a hitch and hiccup here and there. He spots his face still has lipstick smudged beyond the shape of his lips. He approaches the man slowly before bending down to meet him face-to-face. 

He admires how the moonlight shines on him. It creates an ethereal aura around his delicate features and enhances the other-wordly beauty Kaveh has. He always knew the man was beautiful- No. He is so beautiful that he could be considered an angel or a god. His blonde hair could be mistaken for gold if not for the small flecks of brown at the tips. Those ruby eyes are shining gems that never seem to dull no matter what the world tries to do to dim its light. The cute button nose would scrunch up when his emotions would run high. And those lips- those lips. They are like delicate flower petals, soft to the touch and fragile like glass. When Kaveh had started to frequently use lipsticks and lip balms, Alhaitham couldn't seem to keep his eyes away from those lips. Covered in a light sheen of gloss always colored with hues of pink or red. Like a wildflower blooming with different colors, he is interested in having those lips touch his own.

One day. 

But for now, he reaches out with his hand and gently traces the dark circles beneath his eyes. He caresses shapes and lines around his eyebrow down to his cheek. He carefully wipes the smudged lipstick away and is content with how he looks more beautiful. He rests his hand on his cheek and pinches it lightly. 

“Kaveh.” 

He says the name like a prayer. It is laced with honeyed fondness and love. He pinches those soft cheeks teasingly before trying again to wake up the blonde on his bed. “Kaveh.” A little murmur is followed by a groan of annoyance. 

Ah, there it is. Alhaitham feels like the floor disappeared beneath his feet. Those ruby eyes squinted open and stared at him with all its attention, just on him. He feels his own lips twitch at the corner when he pinches just a tad too hard and the whine of pain echoes in the room. It is quite fun to tease him like, all sleepy and unaware of what he does to Alhaitham. Besides, the pinched pained expression on Kaveh’s face is quite a cute sight to see. 

“Kaveh, c’mon. Let’s go take a bath.” 

Kaveh does a sloppy job of trying to slap his hand away. All the while he groans out, “Noo…” Kaveh tries to fight the pinching Alhaitham by wiggling away from him. Alhaitham in turn chases after him, keeping up with pinching his cheeks until he huffs angrily at him. Eyes wide open and pouting at him. “Haiyiii- Wanna sleeep…”  He groans with a hushed tone, “Let me sleeeep.” He shakes his head as he struggles to keep an irritated expression on his face. Alhaitham just chuckles with amusement as he tries to urge Kaveh to the bathroom. “Bathe first, we’re dirty.” Kaveh merely groans and tries to resist Alhaitham’s attempts to bring him to the bathroom. 

It takes a few tries of push and pull, a winning fight for Kaveh. Alhaitham sighs and gives up on trying to force Kaveh into the bathroom. He goes back to turn off the running water and calls out to Kaveh, “At least change your clothes, Kaveh.” He hears him groaning before a faint, ‘okay…’ resounded followed by a heavy thud on the floor. 

Alhaitham comes back to see Kaveh flopped on the floor like a corpse from a crime scene. Sighing again for the nth time of the night, he helps Kaveh up from the floor. He plops him back on the bed and leaves to grab a shirt and underwear from the clean pile of clothes he had gotten in the beginning. He wrangles Kaveh awake to assist him in changing his clothes. And it was a struggle for Alhaitham to keep his hands to himself. 

Kaveh wakes up once more mumbling in irritation but complies to Alhaitham’s wishes. He starts by taking off  Alhaitham clenches his fists to stop it from roaming around Kaveh’s body. When he takes off Kaveh’s shirt, he lets his greedy fingers brush against his skin when he forces Kaveh into one of his shirts. When he sheds Kaveh’s pants, he uses the tip of his fingernail to lightly scratch a long line on Kaveh’s leg. Watching with great interest when Kaveh shivers from his touch. He has to be quick in changing his underwear unless his hands start to wander off to do indecent things. It is a losing battle for Alhaitham when he looks up to see Kaveh pouting cutely at him. Kaveh’s hands curl around either side of his head but it retreats as soon as he leans into it. 

He picks up Kaveh’s dirty clothes and eyes Kaveh clambering up his bed. He has to stomp on his desires from jumping this man as Kaveh grabs his pillow and passes out once more. He observes how Kaveh is curled around his pillow, in his clothes, on his bed and snoring quietly into the night. He scrutinizes how Kaveh’s lips are slightly open. Puffs of his breath escaping from those red lips. He stays there just watching, restraint heavy on his limbs. He should go and take a bath now before the water gets cold but the sight before him was something he is trying to burn into his memories. It doesn’t help that he spotted Kaveh’s lipstick sticking to his pillow in the shape of a faint kiss mark. Huffing in sexual frustration, he can’t help the little bout of jealousy that tore a hole through his mind. If Alhaitham ditches taking a bath and changing to his nightly clothes, he might be able to take the place of the pillow and feel Kaveh’s lips sticking to him. But if he doesn’t bathe right now, not only would it be a waste of water but the sticky residue of dried wine on his arm will disrupt him from having a good night’s sleep. Scowling, he turns around to clean up before going to bed. Why must these things keep him away from having Kaveh. One small thought that is slowly growing to consume his consciousness echoes in his mind:

It should’ve been him, marked by those tempting lips of his. 

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Kaveh always remembers everything when he’s drunk. 

Believe him or not he remembers all of it. How he would pull Cyno into a crushing hug. Despite how many times Cyno asks him to unhand him to play TCG. Pouting at Tighnari and whispering his sadness while his head rests on his lap. It is always accompanied by a furry tail tickling his face when he cries. But most of all, he remembers nights when he passionately complains about his handsome roommate who argues with him. Recalls clinging to said roommate who indulges him with bridal carries and wine. Or how he would wake up first, sleeping on Alhaitham’s bed, space invaded by a body hugging him. The scent of oakwood and ink snapping him out of his fantasy to him panicking to wake up and get out of bed. 

That’s why this morning, he had a frenzied wake-up call beside Alhaitham. He had rushed through the worst hangover pounding in his head. Not only was he late, he had to return home to get the materials he forgot for another client’s meeting. He didn’t get to eat lunch as he had to run out and catch the third client.. By the time Kaveh arrives home with a bag full of rejected blueprints and a low energy Mehrak in his hand, it was already past sunset. He enters the house discouraged and exhausted with a migraine forming pounding right behind his eyes. He’s glad that the door to the house was unlocked even though he didn’t bring his keys once more. 

Kaveh sits on the floor and sighs, resting his head onto the cool wooden walls of their home. He takes his time hooking his fingers in his shoes and slipping it off. Wincing when pain flares up in his wrist and his eyes as he drags his arms to sag on either side of his body. He takes his time to recollect himself surrounded in his misery and pain. He thinks back to how his day went and it just causes a sting in his heart to appear. He didn’t get to eat today, just a small cup of coffee and a snack. Snack… Oh yeah, it’s his turn to cook dinner. He wonders what Alhaitham would want to eat for dinner. That got him to slowly stand up. This time, he takes measured steps through his hazy sight to make his way deeper into the heart of their home. 

“Alhaitham. I’m home, what do you-.” Kaveh calls out to his roommate. He cuts himself off when he spots Alhaitham cooking dinner. “Oh, you’re cooking…” Kaveh’s mind can’t seem to keep up as he carefully sets down his belongings on the sofa. It is his turn to cook, he should be cooking but he feels so happy to not be the one cooking right now. He hears a muffled hum but it gets drowned out by the migraine that just grew heavier in his head. He sags down on the sofa with a grunt of pain, reaching over to bury his face into a pillow. His eyes feel like they’re about to fall out. His head feels like they’re about to split in two and create a new Mehrak like Zeus. His wrists are aching and his hands feel like lead with how tense they are. Ugh. Why did today have to be the worst… How long must he suffer… 

“Kaveh?” 

His eyes snap open and he shoots up in alert, two heavy hands weigh down his shoulders and his fright shoots up through the roof. “Kaveh, it’s just me.” Oh. He threads through his ball of anxiety, imagines unraveling the strings to calm himself down. Fuck, he fell asleep. His eyes snap to attention to find Alhaitham’s face hovering close to his. “I would let you sleep more, but dinner’s ready” Dinner? We eat together at 6pm but the sun is just setting. Did he doze off for too long? He can feel Alhaitham’s hands gently help him sit up. Kaveh is still feeling a bit confused and disoriented from a very abrupt wake up call. What was he thinking about again? He feels the rough hands of a writer tug him to stand, leading him to the dining table where he sits obediently. Kaveh tries to trace back his steps before he took a nap on the sofa. Still disoriented from dozing off, he doesn’t hear the plates of food being placed on the table right before him. 

What was it? What was he thinking about… “Kaveh.” Ah fuck’s sake. The day’s been so stressful that Kaveh can’t keep up anymore. His hands come to rest on his face with a wounded groan rumbling through his throat. The palms of his hands press onto his forehead when the migraine comes back full force. The smell of the food wafts through the air with the intense aromas of herbs. It makes him nauseous at the same time hungry from half a day of not eating. And the sound of utensils and plates clattering from where Alhaitham continues to serve food. Groaning, he squeezes his eyes in concentration and stave the migraine from growing any biggger. ”Thank you for cooking.” Is all he can say through the pain and whatever Alhaitham says gets drowned out once more to his misery. 

It takes him a few minutes to keep himself steady. To actually have coherent thoughts in his head but it’s a struggle for him to keep one single thought running. The smell, the sound, the fucking piece of shit of a migraine in his head kept hitting the worse parts of his brain. Fuck, why is it so painful? It takes him a couple of seconds to realize that the noise he kept hearing suddenly turned off. Like a switch flicking to turn off a light. His eyes snap open as he feels another pair of hands trail from his ears to his hands. He looks up to see Alhaitham there, his headphones nowhere to be found on his ears or his neck. What? Where-. That gets Kaveh’s attention to break one of his hands from Alhaitham’s warm hold. His hand meets the familiar shape of headphones that are on his ears. He knows the shape, the way it feels in his hands because he was the one who created them. Kaveh is the one who provides Alhaitham with new noise-canceling headphones, each one either a replacement or an upgrade from the last. Most of it though is the latter. 

He looks up at him in shock. Why- Why is he giving this to him? Why did he put it on him? Alhatiham breaks away to sign with his hands. ‘Use it for now. Focus on eating first.’ Is what he says before he sits down right in front of him. And Kaveh? He feels so much relief. The headphones had a domino effect for his current predicament. When the noise settles to a silent hush, the scent of the food starts smelling delicious. His migraine is slowly dissipating, enough for him to focus on eating. Per the request of Alhaitham, of course. Though, there was nothing he could do to stop his eyes from feeling like they’re bleeding. He looks down on his plate filled with food. It looks delicious. Kaveh was normally the one to cook their meals daily. So it is a rare occasion for Alhtiahm to cook for them. Even more so for him to serve him food on his plate. But he has no energy to complain right now, he just feels grateful for doing this. 

Alhaitham and Kaveh eat in silence. The same kind of silence that would be cut through by stories and bickering they would share. But today is just a moment of rest. Days like this would make Kaveh uneasy but when he looks at Alhaitham, he feels calm. Like there is no rush to do things or catch up with the world. To Kaveh, it feels like he is living in Alhaitham’s world. The silence may be loud for Kaveh but it’s not overwhelmingly loud when Alhaitham is there. When Kaveh takes his time eating, he feels his chest a bit lighter than before. 

Kaveh tries to help in cleaning up but was barred from Alhaitham to even stand up. His hands sign quickly to threaten him with breaking his models and ruining his blueprints if he stood up. So Kaveh sits there, eyes closed as he listens to the muffled sounds of life in the kitchen. His thoughts wander off as he thinks about what he should do to fix Mehrak. Her battery is a substitute after a run-in with some hilichurls. He has to ask Madam Faruzan for that, probably tomorrow. His blueprints need to be redone with the new designs. Though he’s thinking of dropping one of his new clients he met today. He knows that he shouldn’t drop them immediately but… Who the fuck does this motherfucker think he is. Trying to trick him into building a slave trading hub in Caravan Ribat, Kaveh had half the mind to sic Mehrak on him when he proposed it to him in their meeting. He’ll just visit Cyno to report the proposal to him. He'd rather not spend the night in jail for an attempted murder. Oh yeah he has- 

“Kaveh,” This time it was clearer. He can hear the worried tone in his baritone voice when he says it. His hand flies up to touch his ear and he’s surprised to feel skin instead. ”Is your migraine better now?” Alhaihtam asks him. He looks up at him and he’s mesmerized. This junior of his is quite a troublesome kid, that cute face of his has small signs of worry plastered on his face. The little furrow of his brows, the twitch of his lips, and his eyes had hardened over with worry. Kaveh smiles and nods. Alhaitham is really cute, especially when he tries to hide how worried he is.

Alhaitham takes his silent nod as a sufficient answer for now. His junior is very obedient. He knows he lied but still decided to let it slide. Kaveh has to focus on Alhaitham’s lips when they start to move. his mind can’t process the words he said at first. “…On your bed-” Bed? He finally got to focus on the tail end of his sentence but bed? What did he do with the bed? “I’ll be in my study if you need anything and,” Oh he’ll be in the study, he must be finishing up his personal research. That’s when Kaveh’s eyes switch over to the package in Alhaitham’s hand. Oh, he didn’t see that a while ago. When did Alhaitham get that? He must’ve been holding since he came back from the kitchen. “You have a delivery.” 

Those were his parting words before he and Alhaitham had gone back to their respective rooms. One retreats to his study while Kaveh returns to his room. His hand is holding onto the package he was given. He spots his blueprints and Mehrak on his working table. His migraine is just a dull throbbing now, but nothing like a bath and a good rest tonight can’t be fixed. However he has blueprints to work on today and there's still a problem with Mehrak. It takes Kaveh a few minutes to start moving again. The longer he stays stagnant, the more work piles up on his shoulders. 

He settles down on the chair of his vanity. It was a routine to check on himself before taking a bath and working more on blueprints. He sets the gift down on the vanity table and looks at himself. He grabs cottons and a makeup remover. Wiping away the slightly disheveled makeup on his face. Along with it was the stress of the day and the heavy exhaustion that clung to it. Maybe he should take a break today… Work can wait… right? He should probably ask Alhaitham to read to him again, he always loves how Alhaitham’s voice sounds. It is smooth and low every day but when he reads to him, it would turn gravelly and gruff. How his silvery tone would say the words with ease, the same way when he speaks another language besides Sumerian. It would be a good time to sleep with Alhaitham tonight.  

With an almost clean and bare face, he turns his attention back to the gift sitting innocently on his vanity. Who would send a gift this time? He carefully opens the box and lifts the lid to see what’s inside. Kaveh scans the contents of the gift. There are two tubes of lipstick. He picks up one of the tubes and is mesmerized by the way it was packaged. The inside of the tube was reflecting a deep red gloss within that can be seen through. Kaveh smiles as he lifts the tube to the setting sun. Loving the way the red shines through and ignites a light of inspiration within him. Maybe he should make a stained glass design with this red. It looks nice in the lamp light, he should see what it looks like in the sunlight tomorrow. Glancing back at the box he sees a letter. 

Putting down the tube, he picks up the letter and reads it. 

‘Dear Architect of Sumeru,

Thank you for accepting my commission to design a house for my daughter. Although it was unfortunate that you could not stay longer to witness the wedding of my family, I heard through the grapevine that you are well-known to be the fashion icon of Sumeru. With that in mind, I am gifting you a product I have been experimenting with for a few weeks. 

I call them, ‘Lip Tints.’ The idea of this product is that once it dries on your lips, it will stain your lips without smudging like normal lipsticks. These two are my trial products and even though it is supposed to be a gift I would like to ask a favor. Please write back to me a letter of any feedback from using them. 

Other than that, thank you once more, Architect of Sumeru for the design. I wish great tides of luck to your life. 

Sincerely, Mrs. Myriam Castex

23rd Countess of the Noble Family of Castex

Kaveh feels the smooth texture of the paper, smelling a hint of Romaritime perfume on the letter. He soaks in the faint scent of the perfume by resting the paper on the top of his upper lip. Blushing just a bit at the letter, “Fashion icon? of Sumeru?” When he mutters it, the more disbelief he has laced in his tone. He shakes his head, thinking that Mrs. Castex was jesting at the idea. It was a stretch to say he was an icon, but he could not deny that there are times where he has made a change in Sumeru’s fashion throughout his life. 

Kaveh sighs, setting the letter down, he turns his attention back to the lip tint tubes. He tests how it works, surprised to open it and almost spill the lip tint onto his vanity. A quick heart-stopping moment, Kaveh tries on the lip tint. 

He smears the gloss onto his lower lip first and shivers when an intense cooling effect settles on his lips. That’s one feedback to give back, it was too cold on his lips. He tries it on his upper lips and is taken aback from smelling a whiff of strawberry. He waits for it to be damp, almost dry to try and dab it on but he stares at himself in the mirror and realizes- it’s too red. 

“Oh shit-” Kaveh scrambles to get tissue to try and remove as much of the product from his lips. Careful not to get the tint on his skin. He closes the lip tint to gather more tissue and is horrified to see his fingertips as red as his lips. Rubbing his finger together, he can’t help but be impressed when it didn’t smudge. It stains his fingers in very distinct red around it. Looking up to the mirror, he smacks his lips to feel it dry from wiping and sees that it is the same red. “It’s a success, that's for sure.” He says, leaning close to the mirror to get a good look of how the lip tint worked. Not only achieved such a glossy finish but the cooling effect he felt had made the lips look plumper. It wasn’t obnoxious but it was a subtle difference that he felt from smacking his lips. 

He smacks his lips again, licking it to test if it’ll smudge. He can taste the strawberries now. He looks at it a few more times, moving his head left and right. It gives such good results, especially for a trial product. He licks his lips again and is greeted with the strawberry flavor. Though it is a bit faint now that he’s licked the remaining product on his lips. He licks his lips again and hums in satisfaction. 

“I wonder if Alhaitham would like the strawberry flavor.” 

It takes a while for Kaveh to even register what he said beneath his breath. He blushes with a light shade of red dusting his cheeks. He shakes his head and covers his face with his hands. He stammers as he realizes the weight of his words. He just admitted he wanted Alhaitham to kiss him! He kicks his feet, flustered with embarrassment and shame. In his mind he can see images of them kissing. Alhaitham hooking his fingers on his chin and pulling him to a chaste kiss. Or Alhaitham licking his lips and commenting on the strawberry flavor before devouring him with earnest desire. Even better- NO! 

Shaking his head more to try and get rid of his thoughts that continue to pester him. Unwilling to be a victim to himself, he abruptly stands up from his vanity and attempts to flee from his thoughts that follows him to the bathroom. When he’s sitting in the bathtub soaking in the warmth of the water, his thoughts continue to torment him with his deepest desire. He looks into his reflection when those images evolved into full blown scenes and ignited a fire of forlorn hope in his heart. It’s a bad idea to ask Alhaitham now to sleep in his bed. Not when he doesn’t think he can help himself from avoiding making eye contact with him. He blushes once more and dunks his face in the water out of sheer embarrassment when he thinks about sleeping beside Alhaitham. Whining into the water when the idea just doesn’t go away immediately. The image he has of Alhaitham sleeping right beside him, his lips look chapped and lonely without his lips meeting him. 

I’d love for him to kiss me too. 

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It was one of those nights. 

Nights where Kaveh’s pain would flare up in agonizing pain. Old scars reopen and bleed out for the world to smear his blood in dirt. The voices in his head would start shouting, overlapping over one another to remind him how much of a fool he is. Tonight like every other night like this, he spends it in the Tavern. Lambad is somewhere nearby to limit his drinking and remind him to go home. Making sure to keep the perverts and the creeps away from him while serving him. Even though he had finally asked Tighnari for help about his drinking addiction, the limited drinks he has is not enough to keep the thoughts at bay. 

So when he hits the final drink of the night, he takes it as a sign to finally go home. He thanks Lamad over his shoulder and stumbles through the cold night of Sumeru city’s streets. He leans on the front door in his semi-drunken moment as he enters his home. The silence is loud and creeping up on his feet as he rushes to make it to his room in one piece. 

His room is still cluttered. He hasn’t gotten to deep cleaning his things as his drafts and inspiration take the space on the floor and on the walls. He staggers around his drafts on the floor before he reaches his bed. It was also covered with shit that he can’t be bothered to clean up at the moment. So when Kaveh collapses on his bed, all his things go up in the air. He listens as blueprints, models, pencils and paper let gravity pull them down. He can hear it clatter to the floor and wonder how much- just how much it would be a pain for him to restart if those models ended up broken. He whines at the thoughts and crawls over to the edge of the bed to take a peek at the state of the models. However his eye catches a sharp glint through the dim room. 

Ah, right. The lip tint is still unopened. Kaveh had lost one of the tubes to the cluttered mess in his room but the one he held onto was sitting on his blanket. He never got to find any use for the lip tint. It is too extravagant for a simple outing despite it yielding great results. But there were no grand meetings or parties to attend to use the lip tint. 

Sighing, he wonders what Alhaitham would have done. What would he say when he finds Kaveh bumble around the house, in all his despair. Would he berate him? Would he find amusement in his sorrow? Even though he knows he’s not that cruel, he can’t help but think that Alhaitham sees him as a burden. Hah…. 

Kaveh grabs the lip tint above him. Holding up to watch how the liquid contents inside glimmers faintly. It reminds him of how beautiful Alhaitham’s eyes are. How when the sunlight hits at the right angle, he can see the glint of teal and orange when he stares at him. It reminds him of the divide between the forest and the desert. Where the sand mixes gently with the greenery and the peaceful coexistence they have of each other. It does fit Alhaitham quite perfectly. If Kaveh is like the forest always blooming with vegetation and color, Alhaitham is the desert. He is calm like the desert weather with the driest humor known to man. He has harsh words like the wind that nips at your cheeks and he had seen Alhaitham angry once. It could be compared to the most volatile sandstorm Sumeru experienced during King Deshret’s reign. It didn’t build up, it didn’t warn travelers of its presence until it burst through the air with a vicious intensity. 

Kaveh’s eyes soften, what is he doing… What can he do? The divide between him and Alhaitham has been their relationship the entire time. Just like the sand that never mixes in with the grass because when it does, Kaveh doesn’t know what lines he’ll be crossing if they did. If they had crossed the boundary between it, what would happen? Would the flowers continue to grow in sand? Will the desert spring forth a long-lasting oasis? How about the dunes, will they crumble and drown the hills and mounds? Will the grass continue to spread until it covers the sands like a blanket, forever forgotten in time? 

But what would actually happen? This brings Kaveh’s thoughts to a halt. What would actually happen? He never crossed those lines, always afraid to ruin their relationship twice. He always tiptoes around the divide and watches Alhaitham from the forest. The sandy winds brush against his cheeks when Alhaitham stares at him from the desert. Kaveh sits up, wondering the same thing again. What would happen? What would actually happen if he crossed that blurry divide between them? Because how long- How long can Kaveh continue to brush off his feelings?

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Sneaking into Alhaitham’s room is easy. Despite what he says of how he is a light sleeper, Alhaitham sleeps like the dead. Sometimes when Kaveh spots him napping on the couch, his heart would lurch at how still he looks. Unmoving, faintly breathing and peaceful. It is a terrifying sight to come home to. Some days Kaveh has to wake him, confirming that he is truly and utterly alive and not dead- not dead like his father. Other times, he just keeps an eye on him. Watching the faint rise of his chest from his breathing while he works beside the sleeping man. That’s why, it didn’t take much effort to get inside his room. 

On unsteady feet, Kaveh manages to open Alhaitham’s room to see him sleeping contentedly. He enters the room quickly and plops himself down to sit on the edge of the bed. He lets the bed bounce under his weight and doesn’t worry much about waking Alhaitham. He takes his time to gaze at the man. 

Kaveh can’t help but feel so vexed. It’s unfair- it’s truly unfair how handsome this man is. Here is the man of his desires, the reason for his joy, pain, anger and every emotion he feels, sleeping with a peaceful expression. Unaware that Kaveh is suffering, depraved of the bits of love he feeds him in little amounts. He leads him on and on only for him to stray him away from the path. 

Honesty, it’s unfair. 

He’s just too perfect. 

He is too perfect for Kaveh. Money and titles aside, Alhaitham is his perfect muse. From the day he met him in the Akademiya, he had seen just how handsome he was. The notebooks and sketch pads he’s filled with doodles and imperfect recreations of Alhaitham. He has so many blueprints drenched in teal. He has hands stained in tael and eyes craving to see teal. So many drafts he’s thrown, so many fantasies he’s dreamed of, they cannot compare to the real thing right here. It’s a wonder why a man like him is living in this filthy world. Better yet, Kaveh imagines Celestia herself predicting this. Or rather, she is the one who made sure this man is born. A man born from alexandrite crystals, shining in teal and green. It’s as if she took the time to sculpt by hand the beauty of this man. She makes way for the strong jawline that carves a path down the slope of his neck. Where she blessed him with muscles meant to embrace him in the warmest embrace. It’s quite a sight to see it bare without any cloth clinging to it. Looking back up to his closed eyes, he knows that beneath them lies a deadly set of eyes. How the teal is surrounded by topaz to balance the intense blessing she’s given him. Sometimes Kaveh can not stare at these eyes for long. Terrified that he’ll be caught in a trap by the predator lying inside him. But the beast is sleeping soundly through the night, at the mercy of his hands. His. Kaveh’s hand brushes away the silver lock. In his mind, he can see silver wine pouring on his hair to be stained in lustrous metal. Quite a perfect match, a literal muse of the Heavens is given to him, an artist. 

His beauty cannot be compared to his own. How can he compete with a man sculpted by a god? How can he be known to be beautiful and ethereal when Alhaitham exists? He doesn’t understand how Alhaitham could think he’s pretty. Why does he look so content with hugging him? So satisfied with holding his hand or carrying him home? Such are mysteries he cannot answer. Yet. 

Yet. This man… He chooses to stay by his side. He chooses to indulge in his greed, his desires and chases after him when he runs too far. He picks up his broken pieces and takes the time to help him put himself back together. This man- this man sleeping before him. He will be ruined. Kaveh will ruin him with his filthy hands. The muse that he spends days and nights trying to perfect on paper will be tarnished- by his own hands. 

Kaveh smiles in bittersweet sadness. Just how cruel must he be? Here he is, reaching the lowest of lows to commit a heinous crime against the Heavens. Defenseless against the hands that dare touch the work of a god. But Kaveh is resolute. Determined to know the results if he crosses lines they blur. To fantasize a world where his own greed will not destroy another treasure. He wants to Alhaitham. Not as a roommate nor a research partner. Not just as a junior or the Grand Scribe. No- no. He wants Alhaitham. The one who stays by his side. The one who picks him up on drunken nights and sleeps with him in ungodly hours. The one who comes back to light the fire of hope in his heart and watches him be consumed by the fires he creaetd. He wants Alhaitham- 

He needs Alhaitham.

With that, he carefully opens the tube of lip tin in his hands. The glossy color of red reminds him of the passion he held for arts. Maybe in some way, he wants to let Alhaitham know that he needs him like he needs art. He needs him to be there by his side the same way he needs art to create life. He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath to steel himself. He’s about to do it, he’s about to pour all his desires onto himself and drown in it. With the lip brush in hand, he makes sure to smear a generous amount on his lips. His heart won’t settle down. It’s pounding against his chest as he reaches out his left hand to touch Alhaitham’s face. Making sure to keep his touch as light as a feather. He leans in closer, shivering when Alhaithams breath brushes against his ear. He gently places a soft kiss just right beside his chapped lips. He leans back to admire his work and mentally pats himself on the back. It looks perfect on him. The kiss mark is evident with the way it contrasts against his olive skin. Kaveh cries, tears falling down his cheeks as he licks the remaining lip tint that is burning on his lips. Alhaitham is just too perfect. 

He lays his head on Alhaitham’s chest. He’s done it, he’s done the impossible  He gazes up at Alhaitham’s sleeping face. Wondering just how many times must this man crumble his world of misery. How does he make him feel so alive? It is a blessing to feel his breaths rise up and down, his heartbeat beating beneath his cheek. This man is so perfect that it hurts for an artist like him to destroy it with a kiss. His perfect muse is tarnished by a human. At the same time, he cannot believe it. He lives with an intelligent man whose words would wrap around Kaveh in a bittersweet embrace. He has all his attention captured with every argument Kaveh can come up with. He is the ideal man of everyone’s dreams and Kaveh has him in his hands. Every touch he gives makes Kaveh crave for more. Every word he tells him soothes his pain and Kaveh? All he can give his miseries and sorrow. Offers him his shattered heart and he holds it- cradles it in his hands like it is precious. Alhaitham who stays despite the rift, the bridge they refuse to acknowledge or rebuild. 

Alhaitham deserves better. This muse of his, this man of his life desires. He deserves better than a broken debt-ridden artist. He should’ve settled with someone else, someone who is just as perfect as him. Someone who does not bicker or nag him around. Another artist that can recreate his beauty. Someone who can map out his face without any mistakes the first try. He deserves someone better than him. But at the same time, Kaveh will not let him go. He will not hand him off to another artist. Because Kaveh is an artist, with a muse like him living by his side. He can accomplish another kind of creation, something that can surpass this world’s worth. Because Kaveh needs Alhaitham.

He is an artist. The greediest one to live. 

Kaveh slowly rises on his hands. Hovering over Alhaitham asleep, he wonders, what would he think when he wakes up. He takes his tube of lip tint and smears more on his lips, to the point where it almost drips onto Alhaitham’s abs. He wipes away that small drip, intent on not getting a smidge of a mistake on Alhaitham. The canvas before him doesn’t deserve an imperfection. It deserves perfect marks of an architect’s kiss that plant themselves on planned paths. One starts on the corner just below of his green diamond gem. He follows along to the left of his breast before planting one on each nipple. He is drunk on his greed, his desire to make this man his. His lips are reapplied once more with a generous coating before he leans over to his left arm. He places two kisses there, silently thanking these firm muscles for carrying him home. His right arm is kissed with a firm mark. It was always this arm that crowds around Kaveh’s space before he is pulled in for a warm embrace from the scribe. By this point, Kaveh is breathing heavily. Lightheaded as he finally got to live out his deepest desire. He rests his head to catch a breather before he’s back to hovering over Alhaitham. He counts his kiss marks. One by his lips, two, three- five, nine marks are planted. 

Looking down, he licks his lips when his eyes land on his abs. He drops down to kiss two marks on it. Ah. His mind is hazy from the feeling of success prickling his skin. He greedily takes his tongue out to trace the middle of his abs down to his navel. His saliva glistens under the moonlight, he swipes a few licks on his stomach. He takes the garter of his pajamas to bring it down enough to plant a wet kiss slightly above his crotch. 

It takes Kaveh a great effort to extract himself from Alhaitham. He examines his marks, how it brings out the sharp lines and soft edges of his body. His hands are twitching, wanting to draw this moment, burn it in his brain and make sure to never forget the opportunity he was given. He smiles so wide that his cheeks are aching. He scoots over to the other side of Alhaitham’s bed. He feels giddy and joyful, swings his legs up and down like a child. He snatches back the tube of lip tint and brings it up to the moonlight. The way it shines a red hue in his eye gives him a sick pleasure running down his arms. He should write a letter soon to Mrs. Castex that this product is successful. Not only does it tint your lips a deep and seductive red, it is a great product for painting… And marking. He can still feel his lips aching from the intense cooling burn of the lip tint. And the thought of doing these indecent things to Alhaitham again sends a jolt of delight in his aching lips. 

“You sure enjoyed yourself thoroughly, Senior.” 

He looks back with giggle, a cheshire grin. “Whatever do you mean, Junior~?”  He crosses his legs haughtily as he stares up at Alhaitham— His Alhaitham. Painted in his marks littered around his body like the stars that connect the constellation. He giggles once more, so utterly pleased with how Alhaitham towers over him from where he kneels. The hot weather of Sumeruian nights seems to enhance the divine look on Alhaitham. A bit of sweat slowly trickles down the side of his head. Kaveh himself looks up with a grin before his expression turns shocked in an instant. Almost like he had expected the unexpected but is not prepared for it. He gulps in anticipation when all he can see is the dark stare Alhaitham gives him. That stare either full of anger or full of desire. 

Alhaitham is almost taken aback by the sly grin on Kaveh’s face. It’s quite hilarious in his eyes. An angel that blessed him with kisses, golden threads of hair framing a delicate face. Looking back at him with a devilish smirk and a greedy look in his eyes. Alhaitham finds it amusing to see the irony. 

“Was this your plan all along?” Alhaitham asks. In an instant, he pulls Kaveh towards him. The bed squeaks as he traps Kaveh beneath him, his arms resting on either side of his head to trap him. At the same time, he takes notice of the way Kaveh looks up at him like he’s hung the stars up and gave him the moon. Alhaitham feels his tongue go dry and his heart beat faster in his chest. This angel, the angel he’s been chasing for years and years is finally in his arms. All sprawled out on his bed, bathed in the ethereal moonlight. Looking up at him like he was the god he serves, with red carmine eyes wide awake. Skin flushes from the hot Sumerian night and breathing heavy from the blessings he bestowed onto Alhaitham.

“To tease me while I sleep?” He says, leaning in closer to his ear. His breaths tickling Kaveh’s neck and sending goosebumps down his skin. “Kissing me like you worship me, angel? Is that what you were up to?” Kaveh’s breathing turns heavier. Squirming at the intimate contact and the words that burn through his soul. Alhaitham has to restrain his hands that scramble to escape him. He whines in protest, fighting back in a futile attempt against a so-called feeble scholar. Alhaitham has to pin down his arms and rest his forehead against his, forcing Kaveh to look him in the eyes. “Tell me Kaveh, was it your plan to enjoy yourself without me knowing?” 

An observation he takes notes of when staring into his eyes is how evident Kaveh’s irises shake. How he has to swallow and weakly exhale with trembling efforts. It takes a few hesitating seconds for Kaveh to answer with a very meek nod. “…yes…” 

Archons, has Kaveh always been this obedient? That fiery blond with a short fuse would have snapped at him by now. He would have defended himself or redirected the conversation away from him. He would have fought back even more to try and escape his hold. Denying over and over again the evidence Alhaitham has presented to him. Instead, this man with wine wafting through his shirt is letting himself be pinned down to the bed. Trapping himself between the bed and his body.

And it makes him wonder if he should go on. All the possibilities Alahitham has thought of, this is the least expected scenario he saw. Because it would be wrong of him to continue. It would be a crime against their relationship if Alhaitham tread on the blurry lines they have established. However he reasons with himself that Kaveh had stepped on it first. That Kaveh had wiped off the lines with his foot and flung himself onto him. For Alhaitham, it’s only right to reciprocate his actions. He is a human filled with desire. The opportunity he has right now is currently whining, his hips brushing against him to rub his hard on. Fuck this man is going to be the death of me. 

“Maybe I should punish you, Senior.” Alhaitham murmurs against his neck. He licks a long strip up Kaveh’s neck, laying his tongue on his pulse. Alhaitham leaves a trail of butterfly kisses up his neck, nipping his ear a little bit. Overjoyed at hearing those heavy breaths turn ragged by his teasings. 

“May-Maybe you should…” Kaveh whispers back. Alhaitham shifts his grips on his arms, lifting Kaveh up with ease to prop him up on his pillows. Fuck. Why does this man have to be so enticing- so utterly sinful. Alhaitham has to hold back another shudder when a filthy lick of heat crawls its way up his spine. Kaveh is still breathing heavily, licking his lips once and a while. A soft glittering layer of saliva coats his pretty red lips. Staring up at him with the same desire he has in his eyes. 

Alhaitham swallows a pit of anxiety into his throat. Everything they’re doing, it all feels wrong but oh so right. They’re crossing borders that are never meant to be crossed. They are doing things out of mind and in the moment, no thoughts just desire and instincts. It's exhilarating and terrifying at the same time. 

“Tell me you want this.” Alhaitham whispers to Kaveh lips. He doesn't realize he is that close until he feels Kaveh suck in a breath. “…push me away now or else I won’t stop.” Kaveh can feel the words on his lips to their breaths syncing in with their desires. 

There is a moment when carmine eyes meet teal ones, before Alhaitham gently brushes their lips together. Closing his eyes as he savors the soft lips touching his. His grip loosening as both him and Kaveh experience a moment only reserved for themselves. Archons- his lips are what Alhatiham imagines it to be. They are softer than the flower petals he rubs between his fingers. He smells a hint of strawberries when he shifts his lips to another angle. Never letting another second, another year, another decade separate them again. 

Fuck. This is what Alhaitham has been dreaming of since their Akademiya days. This is what he’s been missing the entire time. How long has he imagined this scenario since his junior days? How long has he longed to tangle his fingers between those golden strands? How long has he dreamed of fucking this man beneath him? If this is a dream, it’s a dream Alhaitham is willing to take advantage of. Even if it means not having this man in his arms when he wakes. But the taste of strawberries on his tongue and the smell of Padisarah perfume is enough to let Alhaitham know that this is real. This man beneath him, the man he’s kissing, is real.

When he pulls away to catch his breath, he can’t help but love him the way he’s always had. 

When they pull away, Kaveh whines, tears glazing his eyes. It feels too much for him. The way Alhaitham kisses is so tender and so loving, so patient and understanding. So very unlike the brash and prickly Alhaitham he knows. The way he looks at him with such a tender look is so foreign. And he doesn’t deserve it, Kaveh doesn’t deserve that look. Does Alhaitham not see? He had defiled him- had taken advantage of him when he was asleep. Why is he looking at him like he’d built the Sanctuaries and the Temples? Why is he looking at him longingly with that fond and loving look?  

It is painful to hear himself sob. No less even feel it get caught in his throat. He can hear himself cry out from the amount of emotions piling up in his chest. This time, Kaveh hooks his arm around Alhaitham’s neck and captures his mouth in a searingly hot kiss. The one that makes your insides melt from lack of oxygen they refuse to breathe in. The hot honey dripping from their tongues burns their skin. Their lungs screaming for air as Kaveh sloppily tries to hold on to their kisses. 

“Kaveh-” Kaveh doesn’t give Alhaitham a moment to speak nor a moment to break this illusion he has. He merely pulls him back to the kiss, tongue intertwining with his in desperation. 

Alhaitham has to force himself to pull away. His lips taste like the salty tears from Kaveh’s eyes. He has to tug at his hair to avoid being pulled back in. “Kaveh.” He says, breathless and worried. What happened? Why is he crying? It breaks his heart to pieces when Kaveh responds back with a sob. The kind of sob that wracks through your body and hiccups through his throat. “Kaveh please, what’s wrong?” He asks, had he done something to him? Did he hurt Kaveh? Archons forbid he’ll never forgive himself if he did. He’s done it once, he won’t do it twice. 

“Kaveh-.”

“…why?” 

Alhaitham rests his hand on Kaveh’s cheek. His hand curled around his hair loosens to join his other hand to cup his face. “Why what?” He asks back, his thumb gently caressing his cheek. Wiping away the tears overflowing from those pretty ruby eyes. Even when he cries, Alhaitham can see how alluring Kaveh is. Where most might find it disgusting for him to cry, Alhaitham can see the real Kaveh beneath the tears, the Kaveh that is insecure and broken. 

“Why do you look at me like- like that?” 

Alhaitham pauses his movement, what does Kaveh mean? Is it the loving look he’s giving? Is it the soft look he has in his eyes when he stares at the sun in his arms? The angel he has trapped in his arms? “What do you mean, Kaveh?” 

“Why do you look at me like you love me.” Kaveh all but sobs out, his chest heaving as he cries. He cries and cries in his hands, tears flowing freely like a broken dam. “Like you actually want me here.” And if the cries didn’t break Alhaitham’s heart to pieces, the confession Kaveh makes shatters those pieces to dust. It hurts. It hurts more for him because he has always loved Kaveh since the very beginning. Had held that torch tightly for him and never allowed the burning embers to extinguish. He has always waited for Kaveh to approach him, to give him even a smidge of attention. He accommodated Kaveh, and had always put Kaveh’s needs before himself. To hear him doubt his affections, his touches, his love for him makes him want to burn the world, to get rid of the pain that riddled them both. 

“Why wouldn’t I love you?” Alhaitham scowls back, the pain in his chest hurts. The same way when his hands squishes Kaveh’s face in retaliation. Gripping his chin tightly in his hands as he emphasizes his words. “Why would I kiss you if I didn’t love you!”  

“But I took advantage of you!” Kaveh shouts back, shaking off his hands from his face to prop himself up. Sadness, regret, anger, every emotion Kaveh feels is present in his eyes. He The way he sobs with his entire body, doubling over in disgust. The kind of disgust not at Alhaitham but at himself. 

“I snuck into your room and started touching you! I defiled you! I- marked you and ruined your perfect skin, your perfect body. I- You should be hating me! You should be angry, disgusted because fuck I’m such a horrible person.” Kaveh sobs out. “I- How can you love me when I’m like this, Alhaitham?” Kaveh says, gesturing to all of himself. 

“How-.” 

“Don’t you dare finish that sentence.” That gets Kaveh to shut up. Alhaitham has never felt anger like this. The ice cold anger that freezes his blood and makes way for the rage that starts to boil in his heart. Because how dare Kaveh see himself like this. Like he is unworthy of love. Like he is meant to suffer alone forever. He has spent years and years waiting for him and when he is finally in his arms, he doesn’t get to pull away. He doesn’t get to have the chance to escape him again. Not again.

“You don’t get to tell me what I should feel, what I should be doing. So don’t you dare doubt my feelings for you.”  Alhaitham starts, forcing Kaveh by the chin to look at him straight into his teal eyes. “You don’t know how long I dreamed of this. How agonizing it was to not kiss you every time you cook me meals or sit beside me talking about your day.” He gives a chaste kiss to his right eyes. 

“I always wanted to do this ever since you talked to me in the House of Daena.” Another kiss on his nose.

“I always wanted to tell you that you don’t need to prove yourself to me.” A kiss on his cheek.

“I let you drink till you forget your pain. I let you sleep with me when you're distressed, I let you fill my ears with the noise only I can tolerate. Hell, I even let you fix my headphones and make me new ones when you feel like it, Kaveh.” A kiss just beside his lips. 

“Because I love you.” By this point, both of them are in tears. It is one of the only times Alhaihtam sheds a tear and this man is one of the people he’d let himself be vulnerable to. "Please believe me when I say that I-.” Alhaitham pauses. He tries to gather up all the years of love and devotion he has for Kaveh. He pours all of it in a cup and coats all those words in it to get his words across. 

“I truly and utterly love you Kaveh.” 

And Kaveh does. He does believe him when he hears him say it with such profound reverence. He does believe him when kisses his tears and his worries away. Washes his doubts in his love and leaves behind the devotion he has for him. By this point, Kaveh is sobbing again. Not from pain, nor sadness or anger. No. He’s weeping from how happy he is, how unbelievably lucky he’s become to be worshipped by the man he chased after. He’s rendered speechless by how patient and loving Alhaitham is and he wonders just how he got so lucky.  

He hiccups through the sobs that try to tear a hole in his chest. Takes a few breaths to center himself to respond back. Gulping down his anxiety and worries because Alhaitham is here. He should say the words as easily as he did. Yet why is he struggling to let those words pour out of his mouth? Alhaitham has said those words as easily as he could berate Kaveh for his awful choice of clients. He sobs in frustration when the words are caught in his throat. 

“I-.” He starts, stumbling over his words to get those words out. And fuck, it breaks him apart when Alhaitham gazes at him with all his attention. He merely holds his face in his hands like he’s holding the world in his palms. He waits for him to say the words he wants to say. Not minding his attempts, stumbling and gurgling through his tears to say the words. He’s just there, patient and loving him every second he’s awake. 

“I love you too, Haiyi.” He whispers to him, like a secret that should only be shared to Alhaitham. “I really love you too.” He weeps into the palm of his calloused hands. Kaveh’s hands come to cradle Alahtiham’s resting on his face. He nuzzles into it, allowing his lover to brush away the tears on his face. He can Alhaitham shift before his chapped lips meet his. This time, when they kiss, it’s gentler. Less hurried and desperate because they take their time to savor each other’s presence. Now that they know what their hearts want, they finally slow down to experience the present together. 

Alhaitham has a hard time trying not to devour Kaveh. His tongue pries Kaveh’s lips loose, slipping into his mouth to delicately press their mouths closer. Their tongues sliding together in a slow, sensual motion that has Kaveh moaning. His legs flexing on either side of Alahitham’s hips and the delicious scrape of his fingernails digging into his hands. He has to keep Kaveh in place when he tries to take over. His attempts to quicken the pace or rush through the moment are halted by Alhaitham’s hand moving to take hold of blond tresses. 

For Kaveh, it’s unsurprising for him to know now that Alhaihtm is a great kisser. Presing deep into the architect as he settles with a slow but sensual tempo. His teeth sometimes clack against his, but it somehow does the job of stealing the very little air from his lungs. And not only that, it’s good. 

It’s really good.

There’s no way of telling how long they stay like that: making out against the sea of pillows on his bed. One thing Kaveh does know is that the familiar heat is burning in his stomach, It leaves him aching and craving for something or rather- someone to relieve it for him.  

“Someone down here is excited.” Kaveh murmurs on Alhaitham’s lips. Acknowledging the tent forming in his pajamas. He brings both his arms up to curl around Alhaitham’s chest. Moving his hips up to drag both their hard ons together. Sending pulses of pleasure twisting deeper in his gut. 

“That’s because you're here.” Alhaitham murmurs back, breaking the kiss to trail butterfly kisses down his neck. He tugs at his shirt, trying to get him to take it off. He doesn’t have much of a choice when he is manhandled into stripping. Suddenly, lips attack his skin with little purple-red roses, leaving messy marks just like this messy man lathering him in saliva. Kaveh jumps at the sudden pain blooming on his neck, realizing that Alhaitham sunk his teeth in. He brings the back of his hand up to muffle his moans, whining at how good Alhaitham is making him feel.

Alhaihtam’s hands wander and grope at every area he can touch, before settling on his hips.. “Hah- don’t.” Alhaitham all but growls, .”Let me hear you.” He says as he kisses his way down to his hiccuping chest. Kaveh gasps when Alhaitham licks around his nipple, latching onto the sensitive nub. Kaveh’s hand find its way to silvery locks, clutching at it as Alhaitham makes a point to bite lightly around the pink bud in his mouth. He lays his tongue on his nipple, gazing at him with that hungry look in his eyes. His other hand comes up to tug at the other sensitive nub. Rolling it between his fingers, thumbing at it and scraping it lightly with his fingernail. 

His reward? The sweet desperate moans Kaveh lets out from his mouth. The sharp pain from his scalp as his hand bunches up and twists with a handful of his hair in his grasp. “Oh- oh, mmn-! Ha-haiyi. Ah-Ngh~”

Alhaitham pulls back once more, the string of saliva breaks apart from the distance. His breaths are ragged, heavy with arousal pooling in his stomach. He shoves his face into Kaveh’s abdomen hoping to stave off the growing heat in his body. He can tell that he’s close to cumming. Everything about Kaveh just makes him lose all his senses and brings out a different side of himself. Every needy moan and sobbing whine has the erection in his pants throbbing in pain. He wants to cum- fuck he wants to cum. 

Not yet, he wants to cum inside Kaveh. He has to be patient, he wants to build up the arousal within them. He wants to leave Kaveh shaking and craving for more before he starts to fuck him. 

So he goes back to his trail of kisses he left on his cheste. Going lower and lower until he can shuck off Kaveh’s pants . Practically ripping the fabric a bit at his rush to sttrip Kaveh bare naked. Alhaitham’s hands shoves itself inside his pants. Practically ripping the fabric a bit at his rush to strip his bare naked like a newborn. 

“Wai-Haiyi- don’t ru-augh~!” He is a beast. A literal beast. This man he has always known to have the best restraint on himself is different with those chains off. The way he grabs his ankles and drags him closer, almost folding him in half out of desperation to keep him close. “Ha-!” He’s breathless, and even more so when Alhaitham makes sure to give his lips attention. His hands shoving itself between his legs forcing his thighs to part further. 

“No underwear, Senior? You sure are a desperate to be fucked if you went out like this.”

“Ah! Oh- oh fuck-!” Kaveh tries to strain his voice lower, not wanting to be too loud to drown out the little grunts and groans Alhaitham makes. Fuck, where did Alhaitham learn this?! He squeezes the meat of his thighs in his hands. Jiggling the fat that spills out between his fingers. He had swiftly leaned down enough to take a bite of his thighs. Licking the area close to his crotch, kissing it and licking it up like sweetcandy. 

“Haiyi!” His hands had made a home in his silver locks. Tugging at it when he bites a bit too hard on his thighs. Leaving a very red mark on his skin. Painful as it is, the pleasure floods back when he starts to suck on his inner thighs. He keens when his teeth take hold of flesh, gnawing at it like a dog bone to chew on. He cries out in pleasure, his back arching up to chase after the feeling all the while trying to coax Alhaitham to relieve the pain in his cock standing proudly between them. 

“Plea-.” He gasps in shock when he feels his tongue lick up his thighs. Trailing a path towards his cock before it feels it prodding at his hole. Oh Celestia. It's all too much for him to keep track of where Alhaitham is. One moment he is prodding at his hole with his tongue, next thing you know he’s suddenly appearing in his vision. 

He hiccups through a breath, his eyes are watery from their crying session and the onslaught of pleasure he’s been subjected to for the past hours. Minutes actually. His breath is stolen by him kissing him again. Light, chaste and sweet. The heat in his stomach is a flickering light slowly growing stronger with each passing second. He moans a bit into the kiss when Alhaitham ruts his hard on on his own. 

“I wanna fuck you-.” He manages to say with a strained tone, thick with lust. A deep flush colouring his skin; disappearing down his chest. He looks so disheveled and dazed with his pupils blown out with lust. He licks his slightly swollen lips and holds his gaze with Kaveh.  

“Please.” 

Is all it takes for Alhaitham to manhandle him again. This time he drags him in, towards him. Forcing his legs apart, the painful stretch of his inflexible limbs has him crying out in pain. But fucking hell, the pain mixes in with the sudden blooming arousal that spreads from the kisses he lays on his calves. It has him reeling in from the shock and the realization that this man can practically bench press him every day. He has to look away in embarrassment as Alhaitham holds his ankle up in his hand. Licking it sensually as he trails wet kisses down his leg. 

His fingers prodding at his hole as he distracts Kaveh with kisses on his leg that’s resting on his shoulder. Fuck he looks so handsome.

“WaI- Haiyi. L-lub-NGH!” His warning falls on deaf ears. He didn’t even see Alhaitham move away to swipe a bottle of lube from his drawer. Nor did he hear the loud pop of the bottle opening. All he knows is the icy cold liquid dripping onto his hole makes him jump. Before an intense pleasure rips through him from his fingers digging inside him. 

Archons, his Haiyi’s hands are so big. 

Bigger than his own hands. His fingers are long, thick and calloused from years of writing and reading. And not only that, they’re rougher from the swordsmanship he learned throughout the years. 

They feel so- so good against his skin. 

Especially when it drives inside of him. Fucking his fingers into his ass with only two- archons he doesn’t even have all of his fingers in him and he’s this wrecked. “Na-ngmmmm….” He whines when his fingers curls against his prostate, intent on giving it a harsher scrape each and every time it buries itself back inside him. It’s as brutal as it is delightfully toe-curling delicious. It leaves him aching as punishing throbs of pleasure punches a breath out of his lungs. He has to hang onto Alhaitham’s arms, as his fingers work their way to skillfully unravel himself. 

The sounds that echo through the quiet room are too much to hear. Loud, wet squelching and dripping from his ass. The little grunts and groans his Haiyi lets out rumble through his chest and pusles through him where he embraces him. Holding onto him like a lifeline as he picks up the pace. Pleasure and shame build up so fiercely that he loses the strength to hold on to him. He merely lays there beneath him, whimpering and squirming in the bigger man’s grip. 

“Hai-iyi-.” He’s trembling like a leaf. He feels hot, speaks of pleasure crawling up his spine with each press of Alhaitham’s fingers in his prostate. “Ngah!” A particular angle has his thighs quaking, shivers wracking across his sweat kissed skin. 

“Mo-more.” He stutters out. He can’t stand it much longer. The arousal that slowly built up, coiled tight inside him is making it hard to breathe. He knows the sensation from years of fucking himself silly with his own fingers and toys. The tight knot of pleasure that threatens to burst inside of him and leave him jolting in blinding pleasure. He’s so close, he’s so close to the edge. He needs more. “I- please! I need more.” He’s practically sobbing at this point, begging for Alhaitham to quicken the pace. To drive his fingers harder and faster, make him orgasm from his fingers. 

“No.” 

And Kaveh wails. He wails in desperation, chasing after the fingers that suddenly left him empty and needy. The tiny tremors running through his body have him sobbing at the intense sensations that came and went as quickly as the wind. “You get to come on my cock, and my cock only.” Alhaitham says, kissing him on the forehead. And Kaveh is still lost to the sensation, gasping into the bed sheets from the sudden change. 

“Shh..” Alhaitham hugs him, wraps his arms around his waist and whispers in his ear. “Take a deep breath.” His hand rubs against the base of his spine, slow and comforting. It takes him a moment to come back down from that building edge of pleasure. Teetering between pain and pleasure. It becomes bearable in a few seconds, breathing hard into the crook of Alhaitham’s neck. Struggling to claw back a hint of composure to come back to reality. The hand on his spine moves in small, gentle circles, trying to ground him down from floating away too far. 

“Are you okay?” Alhaitham asks, leaning up to press a kiss on his cheek. 

He nods, trying to focus on the haggard breaths coming from his chest. 

“Your words, Princess.” Princess? Fuck, he’s going to nicknames now. And he doesn’t like the way his arousal spikes up from the nickname. It’s the sinful heat that spreads through his body and leaves him feeling vulnerable in all the right ways. “Y-Yes.” He stutters out, unwilling to give him a look of how that nickname had him craving for more. He’ll never live it down and he for sure knows Alhaitham enough that he’ll tease him every moment he gets. 

“Good.” Alhaitham shifts back up to place a quick kiss on his cheek. “I can’t wait to fuck you.” He whispers in his ear. Adding another chaste kiss for effect before pulling away from him eliciting a whine from Kaveh. 

Kaveh always knew that Alhaitham was handsome. His sketchbooks were always filled with doodles and imitations of Alhaitham. The colors he used as mock ups would involve shades of teal and green. There were times where he would time his arguments correctly to barge into Alhaitham’s room. Catching him wet and dripping from a hot shower, his lower half wrapped in a tight towel. It was one of the moments Kaveh would do to gain inspiration for his works. Yet, those times were during his pining. Moments where he longed and yearned for Alhaitham. 

This time however, watching Alhaitham undress before him is a one-of-a-kind moment Kaveh would forever engrave in his mind. His hand catches the fabric between his fingers and pulls off the offending material off his body in one fluid motion.He throws his pajama trousers aside, quick to pull off his underwear too. And fuck- Witnessing how his cock springs out of its confine is so erotic. The smear of pre-cum on his stomach makes Kaveh want to lick it off, he wants to have a taste. Especially when copious amounts of pre-cum dribbles down his length, dripping onto his stomach. He shivers when he feels the hot liquid meet his damp skin. It feels so hot, it’s like lava on his skin. He moves his eyes back up to meet Alhaitham’s, looking at him with a dark hungry look in his eyes. It makes Kaveh drool just a bit, in his mind however, he’s bleeding a river from his nose. 

Those calloused hands are digging back into his plump thighs. Forcing him to strain his legs even more to keep himself spread open for him. “Stay like that, Princess.” He orders- no. He instructs him to obey, giving him a choice he doesn’t command him. His tone sounds different, he’s heard his commanding voice in the Akademiya Office. It doesn’t hold the same authority he’d lace in his tongue. This one is soft, patient and… different. The kind of different that doesn’t make him feel like a slave or an employee. He sounds like his lover. Which gives a whole new emotion swelling in his heart. 

“Ple-Please-.” Kaveh hiccups out, hands holding onto his thighs with a tight grip. “Be patient.” Is all he hears and he sobs in anticipation. The heat pooling in his stomach is burning inside and out. And it feels unbearable to stay like this, almost like he’s- he’s presenting himself- to Alhatiham. But at the same time, he wants to be good for Alhaitham- he wants to be good! 

He jumps when he feels his hands holding onto his hips. Before moaning when his weeping cock rubs against Alhatiham’s. He legs twitch and flex as Alhaitham rubs his cock against his in a slow, tantalizing manner. Teasing him as he slips it down to his hole, feeling the tip strain to stretch him open. But it slips away, going back up to grind against his cock with a soft drag that sends a jolt up his spine. 

His junior is so mean-! Teasing him when he knows full well how much he wants this, how much he needs him inside him, filling his hole up with his thick girthy cock rubbing against him. The heat in stomach is burning so much but it doesn’t snap, it doesn’t let him go over the edge of a blinding orgasm. He just keeps building it up, and up until he can’t handle the heat spreading to his chest and burning a mark in his soul.  

“Hai-Haiyi.” He sobs, his hips trying to rub against his cock while trying to stay still at the same time. “Ple-Pleas- fill- please-!” He’s weeping at this point, his mouth trying to voice out his pleas to beg and ask him to fill him up. He’s been good- he’s been good. 

He whimpers, a strangled gasp knocked out of his lips when he feels himself being filled up slowly.  He has to force himself down onto the mattress when the head of his cock pops itself inside his rim. Before the long and slow drag of his cock stretching him inside. Filling him up until he can feel his throat constrict until he’s grappling to breathe in air. He whines. The overwhelming pleasure flooding his senses is intense. The tears in his eyes blurs his vision as he has to tighten his hold on his thighs for security. 

Kaveh has a hard time adjusting to the size of his cock spearing him open becuaese fucking hell-! He feels so big, just sitting inside him. He can feel the shape of it in his stomach and in his throat. His breath hitches as Alhaitham ruts into him in slow and deliberate thrusts. The mind-numbing pleasure flares up the heat in his abdomen. A few careful thrusts, tentative and almost exploratory as he takes his time with him. 

“Ngh-Ah…!” Kaveh hiccups, moans and gasps, trying to get his breathing under control. 

This annoying junior of his really wants to break him. It’s a struggle to keep himself together as Alhaitham moves on to slowly pull out until the head of his cock catches at the rim. Before slamming back in with so much force it pushes him up the pillows. His junior’s breath is hot and desperate and the drool from his mouth hits his skin, making him jump as his senses are assaulted in random intervals. Clawing down his thighs, he can feel the marks he’s making on his legs the same way he can feel Alhaitham scratching his hips. 

It isn’t long until Alhaihtam gets tired of teasing him. Kaveh can tell from the way he stopped, taking a moment to realign himself. He can feel the twitch and the throbbing pleasure and the deep grunting from the man above him. 

It’s a shame he doesn’t have time to prepare himself. 

He is dragged in to be crammed into Alhaitham’s arms. Hiccuping as his cock slams back inside him, filling him up until the hilt. It’s rubbing against his prostate in a way that makes his whole body shake. Sparks of pleasure creeping up his spine as he sets a steady rhythm. He’s so wound up. His neglected cock still aching, bouncing heavily between his legs, twitching with each thrust inside of him. 

Fuck it’s not enough- it’s not engouh. 

“Mo-more-.” Kaveh gasps out, arching his back into Alhaitham, trying to take over the rhythm he set. He wants more- Archons he wants more. “Want more- Haiyi, please!”

“So impatient.” Alhaitham snarks, snatching his arm to remove his thigh from his grip. Pulling at it until he lifts Kaveh up until he’s half-sitting on the bed and on his cock. “You are so insatiable, Princess.” 

It’s all the warning Kaveh gets before he pounds into Kaveh in a way that has him bouncing on his cock. He feels helpless as he clings onto Alhaitham like a leech. Arms struggling to wrap around his hug frame, hands trying and failing to hold onto his shoulders. He’s just there, plastered on his skin and holding on for dear life. He feels vulnerable, barely able to do anything but clench his hands and brace himself for the onslaught of pleasure filling his bones. 

Each slap of Alhaihtam’s hips against his ass comes with a deep moan in his ears. The kind that shakes through his core and sends a molten surge of pleasure in him. He can’t keep up with the brutal pace as Alhaihtam doesn’t give him any mercy. The way he moves his head to the side to kiss and lick his ear. Sending another lick of arousal as he listens closely to the wet saliva invading his ear, the tongue that teases his lobe and dips inside his ear canal. He squirms in his grip, desperately trying to hold on longer as he can feels the impending orgasm threatening to break. He’s so close-!

He knocks his head back, trying to rip himself away from the filthy noise. He leans in to press his forehead against Alhaitham’s, the violent heaving of his chest hits his lips. He whines when Alhiatham shifts his position to thrust his hips up until he’s hiccuping. He’s so happy, so good, it feels all too good for Kaveh. He presses a kiss on his lips, heart burning from the lack of oxygen in his lungs. 

“Tha-Thank yo-!” He gasps out between the kisses. He can feel it, he’s so close. The head spinning pleasure trembling in his body as the violent jabs of ecstasy punch him deep inside his gut. He feels filthy. His face is wet from the tears that rolled down his cheek and the sweat layering his body. Stomach turning over itself as the knot threatens to snap at any moment. Fuck!

 “I-I love you. Haiyi, ngh-! I love you!” Kaveh wails out, His whole body jerks in his hold when his orgas rips into him, blinding white stars cover his vision. He almost leans back like a puppet that got its string cut. He clenches down on Alhaihtam cock, jolting as he feels him pick up the pace faster. 

“I-I love you,” Alhaitham’s hips stutter a bit when Kaveh lock up in his hold He has to hold onto him tightly when Kaveh crumples into his chest, sobbing at the intense orgasm tearing him inside and out. “Kaveh I love you too-” He slams deep inside Kaveh, filling him up until he’s spasming in his hold.  He groans when he feels his orgasm wash over him, and the feeling of Kaveh tightening his hole. Almost like he wants to milk his cock dry. 

He takes a few minutes, feeling their pounding hearts in their chest. Holding onto Kaveh as he hiccups and gasps, tightening his arms when he tries to move a bit more. 

When he feels like he’s had enough of a rest, he pecks Kaveh on the cheek. Wanting to give him a bit more comfort before he sits up a bit on his knees, dumping Kaveh on the bed. Hissing as he forgot how sensitive the both of them are. He listens to Kaveh let out a wet moan as he bounces back onto the pillows, his sultry hold clamping at the pleasure that hikes up his body again. 

He leans back to see how debauched Kaveh looks. Blond hair a mess, cheeks ruddy and red with tears decorating the sheen of sweat on his skin. He looks back down onto his stomach where he finds him still dripping from the orgasm. The ribbons of cum painting his skin, on his abdomen reaching his chest. He looks at himself and realizes that the same was on him, sticking to him. Alhaitham hovers above him, kissing him deeply, gently dragging his cock out of Kaveh. Swallowing all the protesting groans as he pulls out, a bit of cum dribbling out of his hole. When he breaks the kiss, he looks at Kaveh one more time, appreciating just how beautiful he is, how this opportunity he was given was worthwhile. 

Alhaitham collapses on the pillows, right beside Kaveh. Kaveh himself is lying snugly between his pillows with cum still clinging to his skin. Heaving like he’s having an asthma attack, dazed from their love-making session. Alhaitham wraps his arms around him, slowing his breath deliberately to have Kaveh match his breathing.  Hands coming to stroke his back comfortingly. Waiting patiently for Kaveh to calm down to coherently talk to him sober. And definitely not drunk on his love.

“Heheh~.”

Kaveh chuckles, having calmed down. “What are you laughing about?” Alhatham asks, amused at how anything Kaveh does makes him fall in love with him more. 

“I never imagined things would turn out like this…” Kaveh admits quietly, a somber look in his eyes as he looks off far into the distance where Alhaitham can’t reach. What does Kaveh mean by that… Is he talking about their relationship? The sex they did? For someone as rational as Alhaitham, he overthinks just as extreme as Kaveh. With that, he props himself up on one arm to properly address Kaveh. “By that, you mean…?” Alhaitham trails off, hoping that Kaveh would fill in the blanks he’s missing. He’d really love to know what he’s thinking now, with their heart peeled off of any layers. 

“I never thought we’d be fucking right after confessing.” Kaveh laughs wholeheartedly, it just amuses him so much how quickly their relationship had progressed. It makes something inside Alhaitham to be embarrassed. A little flustered at the admission but at the same time, he doesn’t have much experience in romance like his Senior. 

“Are you blushing~?” Kaveh teasingly asks, a giggle following right after when Alhaitham plops back down on the bed. Eyes refusing to meet him. 

“Shut up…” He does not pout, no matter how much Kaveh teases him with a pinch to his cheek and a kiss on his forehead. He merely murmurs it beneath his breath before pulling Kaveh into an embrace. 

Kaveh chuckles again, scooting closer into the embrace until his head rests on Alhaitham’s chest. His ear directly beneath his heart, listening to it beat with life. 

“…”

“…”

“What now, Haiyi?” He asks, a hopeful look in his tone. From where he rests on his chest, Alhaitham can’t see the scared and bitter look in his carmine eyes. Alhaitham thinks for a moment. What now? If anything, there’s nothing right now. They confessed, they had sex, although they did skip a few steps into marriage but that would be for another day. Why would he ask that, is there something wrong with what they had done? Have they skipped so many steps that the regret in Kaveh is finally settling in his conscience?

“Are you… Are you upset?” Alhaitham asks. Is he upset at him? Why else would he ask that without expecting a specific answer. 

“No! No, no Haiyi, I’m not.” Kaveh shoots up from his place, leaning in to reassure Alhaitham that he’s not mad. “I’m really not Haiyi, I just…”

“I just… I-…” He trails off, coming back down to rest his chin on his chest. Neither turning away or avoiding his gaze, he’s just searchcing for the right words to ask. “I- wh-what are we now?” Kaveh asks sincerely, confusion brewing inside him and stirring a mix of emotions in Alhaitham’s. Are they not lovers? From the last thing he’s read about romance, usually people who have confessed are assumed to be lovers. At least, that only happens if both parties agree to having that kind of relationship. Does- Does Kaveh not want to be lovers? 

“Do you not… want to be lovers…?” Alhaitham asks, doubt in his heart and pain in his chest as he asks that. But the blush spreading across Kaveh’s cheeks gives him a bit of hope to light up in his chest. 

“Of course, I want to be! I just wanna make sure-.” Alhaitham cuts him off by pressing a kiss on his forehead. He lets his lips rest there, heavy and grounding. “I really love you Kaveh,” Alhaitham admits, the words flowing right off his lips easily. “I want to stay with you.” He murmurs back before giving back another kiss on his forehead. 

This throws Kaveh for a loop. Wondering just how long has he dreamed of this? How long has he imagined this scenario over and over again? Does Alhaitham really want to stay with him? Will he not be disgusted with him? Will he really love him just as he did tonight? Will he not regret it? 

“You… You really don’t mind being my boyfriend…?”

“Do you want me to fuck you again to prove my point?”

Flustered, Kaveh hits him lightly on the chest. Stuttering out excuses after excuses that become an incoherent reason to his thoughts. “I would love nothing more than to be your boyfriend, Kaveh.” Alhaitham admits, his hand pushing Kaveh up to place a kiss on his red lips. “The same way I would love nothing more than for you to be mine too.” 

Kaveh breathily laughs at that, “I love you too, Haiyi.” He says, “I would love to stay with you and your terrible interior designs.” 

Kaveh continues laughing before he abruptly squeaks in surprise. Shuddering as Alhaitham’s two hands snake down to take Kaveh’s ass into greedy palms. Fondling and squeezing as he shivers at the attention. “Wa-Wait!” Alhaitham ignores his plea, taking the time to squeeze it harshly. Before he kneads it with his finger, pressing deeply into the muscles. Kaveh squirms in his grip, red-faced and keening at the arousal pooling back in the pit of his stomach. 

“You are so endearingly annoying.” Alhaitham states. Watching as Kaveh comes undone from his hands and the overstimulation running in his veins. He really is twisted as he enjoys doing this for a few minutes, an evil smirk twitching to show itself on his face. 

“Haiy- Haiyi! It was a joke, plea-please, ‘m sensitive- ngh!”

“All the more reason to tease you more, Princess.” He wants to build back up the heat they shared just a few minutes ago. He wants Kaveh to understand how he won’t stop, how he won’t restrain himself again after years of patiently waiting. He just wants to love Kaveh and make up for the years he never got to do. 

Which is why Alhaitham is in the mood to tease him, until he’s shaking like a leaf. As his hands play with his ass, his mouth plays with his ear. He licks and nips at the flushed ears. Syncing his movements from both ends  to create the desired outcome of Kaveh moaning and clinging to him like a lifeline. Without warning, he lifts one of his hands up, only to bring it right back down. Hard.

“AH-!”

This elicits a sharp cry from Kaveh, left hand grappling to take hold of his shoulder. Nails digging into his skin as he ends up trembling, ears burning red and thighs tightening from the pain. Alhaitham smooths over his ass, paying extra attention to the burning spot he’d just slapped. “If you have the energy to doubt me, then you have the energy to 

“N-no wait- Haiyii-.” Kaveh tries to stop his hands. One hand gripping his wrist, weakly tugging at it with fading strength. Gasping when he tugs him up, dragging his body up against him. He can feel the filthy smear of cum spread on his stomach onto Alhaitham’s hip. He hiccups when he feels his fingers dig back inside his hole. He has to bite down on his lips as Alhaitham’s other hand comes to rearrange his legs to sprawl around his chest. 

“Let me love you more, Kaveh.” Alhaitham pleads, almost pouting up at him. Making sure to curl his fingers against his prostate and brush his fingers lightly against his back. “I want to show you just how much I longed for you.” He smiles up at him, knowing full well that the imperfect, ruined face he has on is enough to convince Kaveh to stay up all night. 

Kaveh is breathing heavily, half-sitting on Alhaitham’s chest. Being teased at by his boyfriend while he pouts up at him with puppy eyes. Why does his junior have to be so cute? His sly and coy junior is toying with him from behind like it’s an everyday habit while pouting up at him with pleading eyes. The closest he can get to him begging. Kaveh sits there, contemplating for a few seconds, almost sobbing when he takes a bit too long in his decision. 

Which is why it is to no one’s surprise when the inevitable outcome is him folding like wet paper. Nodding meekly as he is devoured once more by his new-found boyfriend and longtime crush. 

Poor Kaveh, a weak man for his junior. 

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His eyes are the first to wake to the sunlight beaming down on him. The Sumeru sun has always been unforgiving, even more so in the desert. So you can imagine how harsh it is to the eyes when you wake up. He squints to adjust to the bright light and blinks away the remnants of drowsiness. The sunlight is so bright, it always makes his eyes burn. Nevermind the nights working with the lamplight, the sun always brought a different kind of pain. Yet… He doesn’t feel the need to complain about the sun right now.

Rather, he’s thankful for the sunlight to bless this man right beside him. Well, he should probably call him his boyfriend or his lover- His partner. It gives him a burst of joy blooming in his heart just admitting that new reality they brought. The light reflecting on his partner’s silver hair is brighter. It would be a joke to call him an angel despite his devilish nature. However the light makes his features softer.  

So this is what it feels like to have the forest and desert coexist. He imagined it would be their two worlds competing to conquer one another but it isn’t. When Kaveh closes his eyes, all he sees is an oasis. Cradled inside the divide between their two worlds. Instead of the flowers and the trees spreading their healthy roots into the dry dunes, it merely blooms new flowers on cactus. Instead of the desert drowning the shrubs and the vines in its grains, it merely offered gentle breezes and fluttering sands to keep them company.  They didn’t need to sacrifice their worlds for a, “better,” one. 

They just made space for the world they merged together. 

Kaveh smiles at the thought. They made space for themselves in their own worlds. One where they can be together and be separate without sacrificing their own needs and space. Kaveh is more than happy to sit in the oasis with Alhaitham resting peacefully. However, the Sumerian sun is glaring intensely from the window. It’s signaling for Kaveh to do the inevitable as the day goes on and on without them knowing. He sighs forlorn at the thought of leaving Alhaitham here on their bed. He’s spent his waking hours admiring his partner’s face. This time more lovingly, more open, more honest than the facade he’s been using. But they have a busy day today, or rather, it’s Alhaitham who has a busy day today. It’s Thursday today, which is one of the busiest days at his job. 

He props himself up to sit up. Looking back once more to the sleeping man beside him.  Unsure of whether he’s awake or not, he still does something even he himself is surprised to do. He leans down to kiss him on the forehead. A small greeting to start his day. 

He swings his legs to the side of the bed. Gripping the bedside table as a lifeline to aid him in standing up on shaky legs, Kaveh has to stop himself from falling. Damn this sexy man and his stamina. It’s difficult to try and walk right now but he makes due by hobbling his way to the kitchen. Where he starts the day with preparing a simple but hearty breakfast for the both of them. 

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“ALSWPOEIU-” 

Kaveh yells out in surprise when he hears something slam down nearby. He whips around to see Alhaitham standing there. Fuck, he didn’t hear him come into the kitchen. What is he doing? He’s just standing there, hunched down with his hand planted firmly on the kitchen counter. He feels a bit nervous, why is he just standing there? 

 “A-Hai…yi?” Kaveh calls out but jumps back in fear when he peaks up through his silver locks. Judging by the heavy breaths he’s exhaling and the dark look in his eyes, Kaveh’s in trouble. Deep trouble. But He doesn’t even know what he did wrong! Did- Did he misinterpret his words last night? Were they said during the moment, not his truest desire? 

“Kaveh.” Alhaitham growls it out, voice hinting an unavoidable danger. “What did you use!?” Kaveh flinches at the guttural shout Alhaihtam had used. He’s not used to hearing that from Alhaitham but it quickly disappears when his eyes follow Alhaitham’s finger pointing at the-... 

… 

“Pft- PWAHAHAHAAHHA!”

Kaveh bursts out laughing. The kind that has him holding onto his stomach for dear life from the sheer hilarity of the situation. Alhaitham grinds his teeth at his partner, cackling at him and his misery. His partner who is the culprit to the evident kiss marks littered across his body. 

“Don’t laugh.” Is all Alhaitham can grit out from sheer embarrassment. Alhaitham wouldn’t have minded it any other day. In fact, he would’ve been ecstatic to show off the marks his partner gave him. But today is not the day for that since he has a meeting with Inazuma delegates. The last reports he remembers from Panah is that the Electro Archon and the priestess of the Grand Narukami Shrine will be present as well. Fuck. He only has five hours to figure out how to remove the marks before his meeting in the afternoon. And his partner dying of laughter is not helping him with the crime he committed. 

“WHEEZEEEEE-” His partner really ticks him off. “Kaveh. Do something about this.” Alhaitham scowls at him, positively irritated at his lover. At the same time, he can’t help but sigh fondly at him. It’s a wonder how bells ring in his ears when Kaveh laughs like a dying bird. He moves from his place, approaching Kaveh and crowding him into the corner of the kitchen counters. 

“I- HAHAHAHA I can’t-.” Kaveh wheezes out. Still holding onto his stomach in pain before taking a deep breath to try and compose himself. A few giggles slipping out of his lips every now and then. He wipes a tear on his eye as he coughs out the amusement in his lungs. “I-It- It’s lip tint. It’s a *hehe* kind of lipstick that stains your lips without smudging it.” 

“Then find one. I have an important meeting to attend today.” Alhaitham all but pouts. Annoyed at the turn of events and at his lover for ignoring his plight. Seriously, what is he gonna do if he can’t take off the kiss marks? For once he’s actually thinking about his public image since the Inazuman delegates are here for their Archon and their nation. And looking like he got mauled by a certain pretty blond man. 

“As the Grand Sage?” Kaveh fires at him, flipping the eggs on the pan. 

“Acting Grand Sage.” Alhaitham spits back, rightfully stressed at how relaxed his lover is. “Don’t change the topic, Princess.” He grits out, coming to corner Kaveh on the kitchen counters while he cooks breakfast for the both of them. Which Kaveh promptly rejected with a push of a hand as cooking and horniness can lead to quite a disastrous and destructive fire. Though the flushed red on his ears tell a different story as he didn’t wholeheartedly reject his presence beside him while cooking. 

“Don’t worry Haiyi~. I’m sure it’ll disappear after bathing.” He purrs out, a spatula waving in the air to emphasize his point. 

“I already tried that when I washed my face.” Alhaitham snarks back, wrapping his arms loosely around Kaveh’s waist. 

“Did you try it with soap?”

 “...” 

“I thought so, we’ll see when we shower together.” 

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‘Dear Mrs. Myriam Castex,

Thank you for the gifts you have given me via mail. 

I am writing to inform you that the lip tints are successful products! I have been testing out one of the tubes you have sent that has a strawberry flavor. Some problems I have come across are the minty aftereffects when it dries. It stings a lot not only when applying but also the little wounds I have on my lips when chewing them. The shade of the color is too bright for everyday use, may I suggest that there be other shades before launching the product? 

And the main problem I came across is that the lip tints are quite effective in their goal of not smudging. It worked too well. 

I am quite embarrassed to admit it but I have tested out the product on my partner during an… intimate session. And It has been 3 days since then, 5 days once you have received this letter. That the kiss marks have yet to disappear on their own even after washing and removing it with regular makeup remover. I had to help my partner cover up the kiss marks on his face with makeup which is only a temporary fix for now. 

Once you receive this letter, please send a product to remove the lip tint on normal skin. 

Sincerely, Kaveh of Sumeru 

Light of Kshahrewar

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My birthday is July 15th which, I'm pretty sure, makes me a Cancer. I don't know, I'm not really a big horoscopes person..

My music taste is the perfect embodiment of me; all over the place. From Hip-Hop to Pop to Indie, I don't really have a designated fav genre. Artist however.. Well, I'd say my all time favorite at the moment is Billie Eilish! While some runner ups would be Sabrina Carpenter, Alec Benjamin, Laufey, Chase Atlantic, and Melanie Martinez!

"Hm? You want to sit and chat after all? Hehe~! Fine by me! Let's— Ah, it seems you ran out of tea.. I'd have to boil some more for you.. Hm..how about you grab something to read from one of the sections I showed you earlier while I go and make some more tea? Alright, I'll be back in a little bit!"

Dividers were made by me, pictures used are from Pinterest, post formatting is inspired by @xxsabitoxx and @romaritimeharbor

[bakingtherapy]

Genshin Inspired Recipes #5 Yoimiya: Spritz Cookies

Hello, every birdie. Today I am so excited about both the character and the cookies that I made. First, let’s talk about the character. 

Meet Yoimiya (YoY-Mee-Ahh) she is a pyro Character from Inazuma. She and her dad run a fireworks shop downtown. She is a happy-go-lucky character. It is hard to  All of the other Inazuman characters have talked about her, and there is not one person who doesn’t like her spunky personality. 

Her favorite food is snack foods. She says that she likes any type of snack food over entrees. When I saw this, I knew what recipe I would use. I had researched this particular recipe SOOO many times. Because the first time I attempted it, it was a bust. I cried and thought I had wasted $20 when I bought my Wilton Cookie Press. However, I am happy to tell you that I did not waste my money. I successfully made Spritz Cookies for the first time. 

If you don’t have a cookie press at home, you can also grab a pipping bag and a pipping tip. And pipe them like you would buttercream. 

Because I have a Wilton Cookie Press, I went to Wilton’s “Classic Buttery Spritz Cookies.” The recipe and measurements will be in the description down below. 

What you will need is:

Flour

Baking powder

Unsalted butter (I used margarine + shortening)

Sugar

Egg

Milk

Almond extract (if you have it)

Vanilla extract

This recipe is easiest in a stand mixer or with an electric mixer. It can be done by hand, but it will take a lot longer. I personally used my Hamilton Beach Stand Mixer. (Back in the day when i still used that machine. I prefer my hand mixer over this stand mixer).

You want to combine your flour and baking powder together.

In the bowl attached to your mixer, you want to add your butter and sugar. And mix until light and fluffy. This takes about 3-5 minutes. 

Add in the egg, milk, vanilla extract, and the almond extract. 

Slowly add the flour mixture to the butter mixture, while your mixer is on low. 

DO NOT CHILL. 

Fill your cookie press or your pipping bag with your cookie dough. You will know if you have done it right if it is not very sticky and not wet. The first time that I did this I know that I didn’t make sure that the butter and sugar were light and fluffy. 

Place in your desired disks. Press the cookies onto an UNGREASED cookie sheet. Also, it helps if the cookies are slightly cold. So place them in the freezer for a little bit. 

Bake the cookies for 10-12 minutes or until the edges are light golden brown. I know, 10 minutes seems like a long time, but trust me these cookies would not have been done in the normal 8 minutes. 

Cool them on the cookie sheet for at least 2 minutes, before placing them on the cooling rack. 

I am so proud of these cookies. I knew that I needed time away from the cookie press before trying it again. And I am so happy that I did. I just felt deflated when I tried it the first time. Because I spent some of my birthday money on it, and it didn’t work. But I gave it another shot, and it worked. 

I hope that you liked this recipe. Feel free to check it out for yourselves. See you in the next recipe. Thank you.  

Show the original author some 💖💖💖 Wilton

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[mr-laveau]

@cashandprizes has handed me the keys to the kingdom and now that means I get to info-dump about EVERYTHING I've had in mind while designing each and every one of these characters. To start, welcome to...

Laveau's Redacted Design Notes: Bloodbound Edition I

Without further delay, let's get into it.

Darlin's design incorporates elements from their pack since I wanted to visually show similarities between them and the pack by having them share tastes in clothes. It also was me solidifying my HC that the pack rubs their fashion sense off on each other. (David), Darren wears a leather jacket and a belt with a silver buckle; (Asher), they sport a choker and high waisted pants; (Milo), they also wear ripped shirts and share boot colors; (Christian), they both wear gloves.

The floral print on Sam's shirt is actually a Chrysanthemum; It's a flower that carries the symbolic meaning of devoted love, loyalty, happiness, longevity, and joy–appropriate to his role in Darlin's story. More specifically, given the color of his shirt, Sam represents a red Chrysanthemum which also represents deep love and passion. They're also flowers that have medicinal properties too!

Vincent's jumpsuit is designed specifically to reference a mechanic's jumpsuit given his love of cars. The jumpsuit is printed with a rose floral pattern which–in addition to the pearls around his neck(which is queer symbolism)–are symbols of Aphrodite, something I find fitting given the similarities he and the goddess have.*Vincent was also deisgned with the intention of him looking like a fuck boy, his blonde bangs also were meant to reference fangs

I said this on twitter some time ago but Alexis being Persian was something I wanted to run with given how desired Persian women were to the colonizers and outsiders of the country long ago (and still are today), being objectified and simplified without regard to their humanity. Much of her design choices are based on the idea of desire, her likeness to Betty Boop (a heavily sexualised character), her sweater having roses (flowers that represent love and desire), her dress, her balletcore-inspired outfit (being a reference to ballerinas–which fun fact, they used to be used as prostitutes after shows for patrons) are all a part of the larger bit. I also made Alexis a WOC for the specific purpose that anytime a WOC is presented as flawed and beautiful, they are immediately lined up to be femme fatales or villains–call that meta commentary if you want. *again, yes, I'm of the school of thought where we HC Alexis as a flawed person cuz canon ain't saying enough.

Lovely's design is heavily inspired by several gaming references; their post-inversion design includes a sweater that reads "reset", a reference to undertale and fitting regarding the fact that it's a post-inversion design; their pre-inversion hoodie reads "game over" on the front which I will admit is a morbid joke foreshadowing their turning; their color palette is heavily inspired by Raiden Shogun from Genshin Impact; the controller symbols on their sleeves in the pre-inversion design is an obvious playstation reference, and the "NPC" on the sleeves of their post-inversion design is a small nod to the fact that Lovely, at the time of designing, did not feel like a very active listener (still don't, to some degree) so I threw that in there!

Bright Eyes is heavily inspired by the Magical Girl genre of anime; her bikini top has a reference to Senketsu from Kill La Kill and a ribbon tie that resembles a part of Usagi's Sailor Moon uniform; her hair and choker are also inspired by Usagi and her color palette is based on Panty from Panty and Stocking. She is prime black magical girl material™️. *Her design also incorporates eye imagery due to their namesake and the fit is heavily inspired by Aliyahcore.

Quinn's design is littered with Christian religious iconography. His choker and earring are all upside down crosses which are typically regarded as signs of evil, his other hoop earring was intended to draw close to halo (but ehhh, not really) and all of them being silver was a decision based on the facts that A.) Silver is regarded as a pure and holy metal and, B.) Silver is traditionally the weakness of a werewolf–which when contextualized with his involvement with Darlin can be read as him maliciously equipping himself with silver to hurt them or be seen as him being their weakness in some way.

William's design is purely meant to communicate the fact that he is rich, elegant and powerful. For those of you who don't know, braids (especially well done braids) can be a sign of wealth because them shits ain't cheap to put in and best believe, Will has his done by the best in Dahlia. Speaking of symbols of status, use of the gold accessories and ruby are intentionally put there to emphasize his status as the Solaire clan's king. Additionally, Rubies are associated with blood, power and youth as well as acting as talismans of protection.

Sam's alternate design is actually based on a rattlesnake! The many fang shapes in it, the rattlesnake-skinned pattern on the band of his hat, the beads in his hair and the snake tattoo were pretty much dead giveaways. The choice to base him on a rattlesnake was all set in stone by the fact that rattlesnake venom also has healing properties in addition to being dangerous which I found fitting for Sam! *Fun fact: I kept thinking of rattlesnake Jake while I was designing him. That was also the reason he was based on a rattlesnake. LEAVE ME ALONE–

Quinn and Darren both share thorn motifs but in different ways. Quinn's motif is meant to play on my interpretation of him being close to that of a cult leader, someone who reels people in at their most vulnerable and brings them under his allegiance, thus his use of the thorn motif was to be presented as a martyr/anti-christ figure. Darren's use of the thorn motif specifically ties into their guarded personality and affections towards Sam (a rose with thorns). The best part is that the shirt's thorn design, while alluring, also adds to the pattern or scars on his body and on his neck where Darr bit him. They fulfill the idea of both hiding and blending in with his scars to somewhat embolden them in my HC where Quinn uses his pain as a point of pride for attracting others whilst not being vulnerable enough to actually let them see his humanity behind the image he's built up.

Alexis and Darlin share rose motifs solely based on how they presented their affections to Sam. Alexis being having roses as she simply put herself out there as an option for Sam (queue the bachelor reference) and Darren being a rose with thorns (see above). Interestingly enough, Alexis and Vincent have this in common as well as two vampiric royalty who turned their royalty and presented their affections openly towards the people they prospectively were interested in.

Quinn, like Darren, wears a choker and while this initially was meant to push the image of a priest/cult leader, I also used this as a visual similarity to Darlin given their shared history.

Some of the designs contain references to Greek Mythology. Vincent's pearls and rose jumpsuit are symbols of Aphrodite similarly to the patterns on Darren's pants and Alexis' top. Darlin however more so represents Aphrodite Areia/ Aphrodite the Warlike which was Sparta's epithet for her as a war goddess. Lovely's peacock earring is a nod to Hera which becomes interesting when you consider that Lovely's hair is shaped like lightning bolts which is Zeus's symbol.

[sandboxscenes]

You've been challenged! (Pokemon AU)

A/N: This is an experimental piece that I wanted to try out because I was inspired by this Pokemon Battle featuring Delphox. This is a different take on a Genshin Impact Pokemon AU. This was done in conjunction with @xianyoon for their Extreme Bias Game. Special thanks to @floraldresvi for assisting me with the ideas for Thoma's section.

Characters: Lyney, Thoma

Genre: Mostly fluff, with hints of angst

Summary:

Pokemon and Genshin collide in this Pokemon style AU that answers the question: What would happen if the characters you encountered in Genshin Impact challenged you?

If you were challenged by them, what would be their in-game tagline when they challenged you to a battle? What would their title be on the game screen? And most importantly, what would be their character summaries?

In short, it positions the different Genshin Impact characters as in-game coded sprites.

Word Count: Lyney (277 words), Thoma (328 words)

You have been challenged by the House of Hearth's Second in Command, Lyney!

Tagline: "Let's give them a show to remember!"

Brief Summary:

Tricks, Illusions, and Magic galore! Whenever anyone takes a seat at Lyney's shows in the Court of Fontaine, they will be in for a magical time. Charming, charismatic, and talented are all words that describe the renowned magician. Lyney and his aforementioned magic shows are famous across the Fontanian landscape. But few know the man behind the spectacle.

Growing up, Lyney owes much of his present success to his upbringing in orphanage known as: The House of Hearth. His sister, Lynette, and his (adopted) brother, Freminet, also grew up there as well. While not much is known about The House of Hearth, it is full of unexpected surprises.

To Lyney, family means to the world to him. He will do anything to protect it. Second only to the "Father" of the House of Hearth, he is the one that will eventually be "Father's successor." Despite his young appearance, there is a reason that he is the second in command. Anyone who ends up underestimating him, regrets it.

For the Magician Lyney, he always wants to keep people on their toes. His Pokemon are the same way. Some of Lyney's trusted Pokemon partners include the show stopping, Delphox and Meowscarada. They also have some tricks up their sleeves as well.

Special Notes:

Lyney's interest in magic has spread to his Pokemon too. His Delphox is a bit of a magician as well - blink and things will disappear. On the other hand, his Meowscarada is ready for anything. It's able to adapt on the fly, like any good magician does.

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You have been challenged by the mysterious foreign fixer, Thoma!

Tagline: "Let me protect you. It's what I want to do."

Basic Summary:

Inazuma is a land of tradition.

However, Thoma himself has a very non-traditional skill set.

As someone with skills in cooking and cleaning, he enjoys using his skills to assist people whenever he can. His earnest kindness, his willingness to help, and loyalty have made him well liked among the Inazuman Citizens, despite their wariness towards foreigners.

As a foreigner, Thoma cares deeply about others. He knows what it's like to have people be wary of you due to things out of his control. As someone with a deep sense of duty and loyalty, he is not someone who forgets his debts or reneges on them.

Thoma's actions have earned him the nickname of fixer, as he is well-versed in the art of fixing problems. For someone like Thoma, resolving things peacefully is always preferable. Whether it's a small fight between children over toys to a fight between foreign and local merchants, Thoma would prefer if both sides could compromise.

But if things things escalate, don't be fooled.

When push comes to shove, Thoma's willing to do what it takes to protect himself and his family from harm. Once you have wormed your way into the heart of the foreign fixer, he will protect you until his dying breath.

For the mysterious Fixer, he is well-informed of any happenings going on in Inazuma. He has to be, due to the nature of his job.

With such a dangerous job, he needs partners he can rely on.

One of his trusted Pokemon partners is Talonflame. Talonflame soars above the skies of Inazuma, its keen eyes alerting Thoma to any potential issues that may arise within Inazuma. And for those conflicts that can't be fixed peacefully and require a 'forceful' touch, Thoma's other partner Blaziken, is there to help - both its master, its family, and the people of Inazuma.

[winifred-stormborne]

My Genshin OC, Winifred!

I have a Genshin OC that I'm absolutely autistic for. Lowkey nervous to share this stuff, but hey that's what this blog is for, my various Genshin brainrot hehe

So uh fun fact, I can't draw people for shit so I hope y'all like furrified Genshin OCs and characters >:3c

Anyway, here she is, my namesake and OC, Winifred Stormborne!

Different art styles, but both pieces are drawn by me! The first piece is my natural art style whereas I tried to mimic Genshin's art style for the in-game portrait I made for her. Really really happy with both of these, she makes my brain go brrrr

A bit about her while I'm still figuring out lore, story, and her relationship with other characters, Winifred is the daughter of Dvalin. I'm not sure of the specifics of her birth, but I know it has to do with excess magic from Dvalin forming a magical egg that eventually hatched. So strictly speaking, Winifred doesn't have a mother. Her birth name is actually Tyrfäng, but unfortunately, very early into her childhood, Dvalin was swayed and taken over by the Abyss Order, becoming Stormterror and leaving Tyrfäng without a parent. She survived in the wild for a long, long time, and with no father to teach her to harness her Anemo powers, she took on a more humanoid, anthro form.

Just a sketch for now, but this is what she looks like in her true form, smaller than Dvalin by quite a bit, but still a very fierce Anemo dragon.

Tyrfäng survived in the wilderness of Mondstadt for awhile before being discovered and taken in by the Adventurers' Guild as a child. There, the various Guild members that raised her would officially give her the Mondstadter name, Winifred Stormborne, a name she actually prefers to go by nowadays. Growing up, she formed close friendships and became an older sister figure for Bennett, Razor, and Fischl, and is now a full fledged member of the Guild as well as an apprentice of the Knights of Favonius. Who's her mentor? Kaeya, of course, and they're besties :3

I'm still figuring out a lot about her and working on a Toyhouse page for her that will have all of her lore, in-game abilities and statistics, etc. I'm going all in with this one, even gave her a signature weapon!

Her weapon is a polearm called "The Promise" and I swear I will sketch something Genshin-related for someone if they know what the weapon's name and flavor text is a reference to 👀

The Promise - "One who sails the seas of life believes that the storms will lead them home. But these open roads call to you with a promise... You will walk this land alone."

PLEASE TELL ME SOMEONE KNOWS WHAT I'M REFERENCING WITH THE WEAPON PLEASE I WILL DRAW SOMETHING FOR YOU

Oh yeah and uh of course I had to do the thing with her in-game portrait and now it's my current pfp hehehe

I'M TELLING YOU THE BRAINROT IS SO REAL

All art here is made by me obviously minus the Tartaglia McDonald's image so if you repost or take inspiration, please credit me!

Also I wanna see more Genshin OCs, I know they're out there somewhere so please if you have a Genshin OC, share them with me, I will adore them forever ;v;

[minquiec]

A brief intermission as we cut to a bus that has crashed into my life: the bus also known as choso from the Hit Anime And Manga Jujutsu Kaisen

Yyyyyyookkkayyyyy

Yknow the fixation is fixating when you start making ocxccs about it

Off topic but I've actually only ever made two proper ocxcc ships with lore and planning in them (the first being my genshin one and the second being jipunk which was THIS year (had my genshin one for TWO YEARS which is crazy) so the fact I'm making another shows how much this man is affecting my mental state rn

But it also means I still love my other ships very much so 🎉🎉🎉 even if I don't draw it as much cause I can't focus on two things LOLOL

ANYWAYS ONTO THE ACTUAL POST

I said this on my story but the concept was like, a seperate setting bc I'm toooo dumb to understand jjk lore

AND, this is rlly dumb, THE WHOLE REASON BEHIND THIS SHIP IS BC I JUST WANNA CREATE A CHARACTER FOR HIM TO LOVE,,, (CHOSOYUKI IS CUTE BUT I NEED A DIFFERENT VIBE TO SATISFY MY DESIRE TO SEE THIS MAN HAPPY)

but yeah bc of that their dynamic is like

aloof and reserved individual who doesn't quite understand the concept of love outside of the familial one and is actually quite hesitant and shy abt it x a strange but kind person who slowly teaches him the aforementioned concept

Ok so the idea of how it goes is like choso randomly wakes up in a place

And this is highkey spoilers for like the 'endgame' of this but I'm never gonna make an actual plot sooo (plus I need to explain this before I sound insane)

The inspiration is like Elysian Fields (bit obsessed w this recently, I drew a jipunk piece abt this too) and ITS ALL CAUSE OF CHOSOS NEAR DEATH EXPERIENCE IN THE MANGA AND WE'RE ALL FREAKING OUT ABT IT

But yes he wakes up in an unfamiliar field in an unfamiliar place but he's strangely calm about it (dunno why he is but I'll get back to thinking abt it later) but he spots this house in the distance and naturally he goes to it

And so he would meet haruko who's a little strange because she has no last name and isn't bothered by the fact that one. She lives in the middle of absolutely nowhere, and two. That he just shows up

She's even like "oh I haven't had visitors in a long while ☺️"

Aaannnd then cue a slow burn slice of life romance im gonna force them to have bc ASHBBENBKKKRMENJ SLOWBURN AGAGG cause there's no way someone like him is falling at first sight (imo anyways)

(Just a fun fact I fell asleep after writing this part and then woke up again HAHDHS it was 2 am.)

But yeah the situation is literally just the forced proximity trope where it's "oh I have to live with this stranger while I try to understand wtf is going but oh no I appear to have slowly fallen in love"

I just want someone to be nice :(( and kind :(( to him :((((( hold his hand pls and be so nice and gentle w his heart cause he's new at this :((((((((

Thinking abt how it's a slow burn is making me crazy rn cause it means we have a lot of stolen glances AHEGGEFGGG and like getting nervous HHHRGGGGRHH and shyness YYYRYYHGGRHHH and it's mostly all from choso cause I love it when a man falls harder 🔥🔥

Anyways I think that's mostly it for now cause I can't remember what else I wanted to say 🧚

[withered-rose-unbreakable-lotus]

Well hello there! Are you lost?

This is a pinpost for all you mobile users, so that you know what you're getting into, if you're pondering whether to follow me or not and browsing blogs isn't your thing.

Name's Maria, I'm the artist kind that mamas of creative kids warn them they'll end up being if they pursue the arts and a down bad fangirl of 100s of things.

For artists coming across this and wondering what's my deal, here're a few things you need to know:

I'm a writer of a horror/dark fantasy baby series that turnt 13 this year. Currently editing book 1. Inspired by my love for visual kei and horror, the plot revolves around a bunch of demons who were made specifically to defeat God's army after the fall of Lucifer, but wished a life beyond being weapons, escaped, got cursed, and you get to see what they are up to, these days, through the series. It's a quest for freedom and claiming your right to be yourself no matter what anyone says. Being proud of who you are and the life you chose to live.

[side note: My focus on personal freedom to be who you are isn't about things you were born with, like skin color, sexuality etc, so much, but another common thing that keeps many people trapped in themselves and in societies that force you to be one thing. It's about chosen ways of life, such as clothing style, having piercings or tattoos, weight (ok this one isn't alway a choice), how active one's sexual life is, if you're having babies or not in life. etc.]

Here's a lovely visual of the title for you:

Which leads to another art I've touched;

Digital art. I hate how I always have to specify this but most non artist people, when they hear digital artist, they think of people who draw, illustrators. While I'm trying to learn that too, and I do use a bit of painting in my works, this isn't my main focus. I am a photomanipulator, another category of digital art, the artists of which connect various stock pictures together and makes new pictures. Like this one (the logo is old, ignore it):

That means I also make graphics. I've made gifs and edits for my vkei faves before. You can find them under the tags #my gif & #my edit accordingly.

Video editing. I've returnt to my childhood passion recently but muscle memory is doing well. I unfortunately can't afford the things I'd really like to film so I resolved to vtubing. I'm @LadyHawthorn on Youtube if you wish to find me and I'm doing a variety of things cause I hate being forced to do one thing all the time. I mainly post myself playing Reverse: 1999 and theorizing on it, but I like doing reactions on Genshin Impact new content when I get it on time (I can't play unfortunately cause it requires different equipment) too. I also occasionally do movie reactions and will soon try anime too. Other stuff I'm interested in doing are: writing videos, more asmr if people show more interest and eventually hopefully talk about my book series and the lore of my vtuber character, when I can afford an animation for her.

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For non-artists coming across this, now.

Right off the bat, I'd like to say I'm a big horror fan so if you're a minor I'd suggest you stayed away, cause I might eventually post sth you shouldn't see. I grew up with horror personally and I don't really get the whole "cover scary stuff and blood from kids" but because some of you might be more sensitive to that than I was, better safe than sorry. Again I find this a bit too much cause horror didn't hurt me growing up, real life did, but yeah, you do what's comfortable for you.

Other interests we might have in common:

Music. I listen to lots of music but I'm more religiously following visual kei artists the past 13 years. If you like photos of vkei artists, you might find something you like on my navigation page. If you don't see your favorite band at the sections with pictures, try the "Other fav artists" or "Other Vkei bands/Solos" sections or straight up write it on my blog link with "/tagged/favorite band's name".

Movies. I watch a lot of movies, you can find some of my favorites on my about page, but some notable examples that have fandoms are:

Addams Family

Late 80s to early 00s romcoms and school movies

Silent Hill

Visual Kei movies

Anything with Johnny Depp and Helena Bonham Carter in them (I no longer like Johnny but the projects he chose to act in are still masterpieces)

Tokyo Revengers live action

Kamikaze Girls

The Devil's Rejects

Ti West's X, Pearl, Maxxxine

Step Up movies (I used to dance once :P)

Musicals (stuff like Chicago, Moulin Rouge, Repo! The Genetic Opera, etc.)

I also am a Supernatural, Friends, Helluva Boss and American Horror Story fan (although I haven't managed to watch all seasons on the first and last one, they stopped broadcasting at my country and couldn't find them online without viruses after that)

Anime. Again I watch a lot but not many of the very famous ones. Some of the biggest names I'm a fan of are:

Danganronpa (never joined the fandom before so no worries I won't come for your ships)

Re:zero

Pokemon (haven't watched all seasons though),

Nanatsu No Taizai (stopped when Meliodas and Elizabeth had a kid cause they ruined the romance for me xD)

Demon Slayer

And I also love Diabolik Lovers, Toilet-bound Hanako and Houseki no Kuni. And Yu-Gi-Oh. I still got to finish that one.

Jdorama. I'm sorry I've only watched 3 Kdramas and stopped. My heart's in Japan xD. I have watched many things, including pretty much everything Oguri Shun has done, many MatsuJun stuff, I loved Alice in Wonderland and I'm in desperate need for new jdramas to watch that aren't some cheesy romance or another police story. ._.

Videogames. I'm a Genshin Impact, Reverse: 1999 and Nikke enthusiast, you can talk to me about these all day every day I wouldn't mind. I'm also a huge Silent Hill and Final Fantasy X & X-2 fan (before the HD version that basically ruined the story and I don't consider it canon. -_-)

Any other interests? Well I sing. If you like singing we can enjoy chatting about our favorite vocals and struggles of singing xD. However I know nth about music theory so please be kind to me. I only tried 1 semester of vocal training and 1 year of music production and I dropped both so....let's keep it on the fun side of singing and not sweat the technical stuff much, kay? ^^'>

That's all. If you made it this far, I applaud you for your patience and wish you a wonderful day! ^^/