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More than you can chew. II: those damned flowers.

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Elirah (genshin impact OC) x 4ggravate (Alhaitham, Kaveh, Cyno & Tighnari)

Word count: 5.3k

WARNING: NSFW 18+ MDNI. This fic contains smut between literally all the characters, the only two who don’t really fuck is ‘Haitham and Cyno cuz they’re the only ones unaffected by the aphrodisiac lol. Dubcon only because of the aphrodisiac, but come on, they’d all fuck regardless, so it should be fiiine.

CW: aphrodisiacs, sex, oral sex, (m and f receiving) handjobs, pussyjob, Tighnari knots Elirah, creampies, talk of impregnating Eli, but it’s okay she’s on birth control cuz girl don’t play around like that, dirty talk, Alhaitham and Cyno banter (sexually charged banter) anal sex (Tighnari rec), haikaveh and Cynonari content, multiple orgasms, Tighnari bites Eli.

Authors Note: I figured I’d post this while y’all wait for the Neuvi smut. It’s coming along, but slowly. I had to take a break bc I run the risk of carpal tunnel at this point, so I gotta be careful lol. I know this isn’t x reader, but I’d really love it if y’all gave elirah some of your time, she means a lot to me. There’s plenty more where this came from, and im working on more smutty continuations of part 1 so keep an eye out! :)

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Hot. Everything was hot. 

She gripped the edge of the reservoir, her vision darkening at the edges, fuzzy and strange. 

A wave of pure, nauseating need pulsed through her. She groaned, doubling over herself. 

“Eli!” Kaveh moved through the water towards her, resting a hand on the small of her back. “A-are you..?”

She moaned his name, the heat from his palm radiating through her clothes.

“Be careful, Kaveh,” Alhaitham said, still standing in the entrance, deathly still. “You might actually want to get out of the water, it affects women and Valuka Shuna more intensely than men.”

“I—“ Kaveh doubled over into himself a bit, clutching his abdomen while he instinctually moved closer to her. “All the more reason I shouldn’t leave them!”

Elirah turned, clutching to Kaveh’s front, pressing herself against him. 

“Hot,” she whimpered into his chest. “It’s so hot.”

“H-how do you…” Kaveh groaned, holding her closer as she rubbed against him. “How do you know s-so much about… hah.”

Elirah couldn’t control herself, everything in her screamed Kaveh, Kaveh, Kaveh. 

He was so warm, his skin felt so good. She ground her hips against him, seeking relief from the erection straining in his trousers. 

“Coolielust lotus was an extremely popular aphrodisiac in ancient societies.” Alhaitham said, almost hesitant as he watched Elirah push herself into Kaveh further, eyeing the way his knee ran between her thighs as she ground herself down on it. “It came up within my studies quite often at the akademiya, and if you read some decent historical texts every once in a while I’m sure you’d know of it too…”

Kaveh’s hands found the plush of Elirah’s ass as he helped her grind into him, his eyes rolling back.

Cyno stepped forward as if he meant to reach out to Tighnari, who was still clutching the edge of the reservoir as if he would otherwise float away from it. 

Alhaitham shot his arm out, blocking the smaller man from moving any closer. 

“Don’t.” He said. “They’re not in their right minds, Cyno.”

“But…” the general Mahamatra looked back and forth between his lover and Alhaitham, eyes pleading. 

Elirah whined, reaching out behind her at the forest watcher. “N-nari…” 

Tighnari moved faster than he should’ve been able to in the water, his hands latching onto Elirah’s waist as he ground himself into her from behind, pushing her further into Kaveh and causing all three of them to let out the most obscene moans. 

Tighnari’s teeth pulled at the high collar of Elirah’s bodysuit, and his mouth latched onto the soft skin on the side of her throat when it was exposed to him. 

“N-Nari.” She moaned. “C-cure?” She was surprised she could push the words from her lips, let alone think them. All she wanted was for this aching heat to be over. 

“Orgasms.” He growled into her skin. “So many fucking orgasms.” 

She moaned again, throwing her head back onto his shoulder as he and Kaveh moved in tandem against her, grinding themselves desperately into her back and front. 

Tighnari pushed her down further into Kavehs waiting thigh, moving her himself now as he ground against her ass. 

“Ah!” Elirah squealed, a sudden and unexpected high falling over her senses. “I’m gonna—!” 

“Cum.” Tighnari growled into her shoulder before licking his way up the side of her throat. “Cum all over him, ‘Lirah.” 

And she did, it blossomed from her aching clit throughout her whole body, somehow soaking the crotch of her shorts even further, despite the sloshing water still surrounding them. Her legs buckled as she cried out, body going limp as both Kaveh and Tighnari pushed and pulled at her body for their own pleasures. 

“This is…” Cyno shifted, hands coming to re-situate himself in the front of his shorts as his widened eyes watched his three friends writhe in the water below. “This is so wrong.”

Alhaitham wasn’t faring any better, but kept his mouth shut and his arms folded firmly across his chest. He was a grown man, a renowned scholar, and he prided himself on his impeccable self control. 

Kaveh unzipped the front of Elirahs bodysuit, pulling her breasts free as he leaned down to pop a pert, rosy nipple into his mouth— moaning and clutching her further into him. 

“Fuck…” Alhaitham groaned under his breath, feeling himself twitch against his thigh. It was unfortunate that the two people who tested his self control the most were two of the people in front of him, giving he and Cyno the show of a lifetime. 

“Off.” Tighnari growled, pulling at Elirahs remaining clothes. “Off, now.” 

Alhaitham watched with hesitant eyes as Tighnari and Kaveh worked to pull the back lacings of Elirahs corset before shucking it and her bodysuit down her body, throwing them on the bed of the water without a second thought.

 Elirah pulled at her gloves, flinging them away as she pulled at Kaveh’s clothes. 

“Need…” she gasped as Tighnari’s gloved hands pulled at her ribcage, growling posessively into the skin of her shoulder. “Need to touch.” 

“Alhaitham…” Cyno said hesitantly. “I don’t know if Kaveh being in there with them is a good idea…” 

Alhaitham struggled to pull his eyes away. “Why do you say that?”

“Tighnari… he can get possessive. I’ve only seen him act like this during his ruts… mating season can get… rough.” 

Alhaithams brow furrowed as he watched Tighnari’s hands get rougher and more persistent, and the low growls in the back of the fox’s throat grew deeper and louder as Kaveh continued sucking and pulling on Elirahs breasts. 

“Fuck.” Alhaitham cussed under his breath. “Fuck, fuck.”

He walked to the water's edge, holding his hand out to Kaveh. 

“Come on, out you get,”

Kaveh whined, pulling himself closer to Eli with no regard for the way Tighnari growled, the way he glared at him. 

“N-need,” Kaveh stuttered, pulling at the front of his pants. 

“I’ll take care of you, Kaveh, but you need to get out before Tighnari ends up hurting you, or even Elirah.”

Alhaitham couldn’t tell if the prospect of him being the one to take care of Kaveh was what made the man so eager, or the possibility of he or Eli being hurt, but either way his eyes widened as he quickly slipped from Eli’s grasp and out of the water. 

“He runs less of a risk of hurting her if there's no immediate threats to him, he should be…” Cyno trailed off as Alhaitham pulled a needy Kaveh from the water, who immediately jumped into the scribe's arms, locking himself to his lips and grinding incessantly where his legs wrapped around his waist. 

His eyes fluttered back to the pool as Elirah whined, only to watch as Tighnari pushed her against the edge, bending her over before roughly pulling at the front of his shorts, pulling them down and entering her in one swift motion. 

Alhaitham sat down, pulling Kaveh’s back to rest against his chest, facing the other two in the pool before them. He pulled at the architect's pants, freeing his leaking erection with firm hands. 

Kaveh writhed in his grip, gasping, hands grabbing whatever part of Alhaitham he could. 

“Shhh,” Alhaitham hushed him. “I’ll take care of you Kaveh, you’re fine.”  

His moral compass was skewed now, watching Tighnari thrust roughly into Elirah, watching her face twist in pure relief and pleasure as she white knuckled the rocky waters edge. 

Alhaitham kissed Kaveh’s neck, rough hand pulling at his cock as he brought his other hand to shove two fingers into Kavehs panting mouth. 

“That’s good,” Alhaitham murmured in his ear. “Suck on my fingers, I���ve got you.” 

Tighnari continued his rough pace, gloved hands gripping Elirahs pale skin as they both whined and cried out in the water. 

Cyno pulled his eyes away from the two on the ground, creeping forward slowly towards the water. 

Tighnari’s ears perked up, and he brought his teeth down onto the muscle connecting Elirahs neck and shoulder as he growled at Cyno. 

She cried out, body shaking as another orgasm ripped through her, Tighnari’s pace never faltering. 

“Nari, baby.” Cyno said, voice small and soothing. “I’m not gonna take her from you.” 

“Mine.” Tighnari growled, hips rutting harder, deeper. 

“Yours,” Cyno nodded. “Right Eli?” 

Her eyes were glazed over, but she managed to grasp a hand around Tighnari’s where it rested on her hip, squeezing it reassuringly. 

“Y-yours, Nari.” She moaned, eyes rolling back once more as the fox purred into her skin. “…’m all yours.” 

Cyno cautiously moved and sat at the edge of the pool, his hand hesitantly reaching out before brushing along Tighnari’s ear, making the fox growl, then whine out as he realized who was touching him. 

“Are you sure you wanna knot her, baby? You can always come out, I’ll take care of you.” Cyno said, slowly, without any pressure. 

Tighnari shook his head aggressively, mouthing at the bite mark on Elirahs shoulder. 

“No, no.” He whined low in his throat before it turned into a growl. “Gonna fill her up, give her my pups.” 

Cyno turned to Alhaitham, who was mouthing at Kaveh’s earlobe, still stroking the blond's cock as he writhed against him. 

Alhaitham must’ve been listening in over Kaveh’s whines. “She’s on birth control, it should be fine.” He murmured, eyes flitting between his hand stroking Kaveh and the scene before him. 

Cyno nodded, and continued to brush his fingers along Tighnari’s ears. 

“It’s gonna be a lot Elirah,” he said, though his eyes never left Tighnari, hoping to not spark up his possessive nature any more than it already was. “The first time taking a knot is… a lot. If you don’t think you can…” 

“No, I want it!” She cried out, meeting Tighnari’s thrusts. “Want your pups ‘Nari, please!”

“Wet,” Tighnari breathed. “So wet, warm. Perfect to take my knot. Perfect for my pups. Perfect.” 

Elirah had never felt so wet before, he was right. Slick seemed to pool from her in droves, coating his cock and dripping down their thighs as he pounded it into her, his thrusts losing rhythm. 

“Baby, I’m gonna help her through it, okay?” Cyno asked cautiously. 

“Take it,” Tighnari huffed, voice raising in pitch and hips stuttering. “Take it.”

Cyno cupped Elirahs face, thumbing the tears that started to form as Tighnari’s knot began to expand, and he pushed it through the tight ring of her entrance. 

Elirah clamped down on him, cumming with him as the first spurts of his seed painted her warmth in white. 

“Good, good girl.” Cyno cooed, wiping the saliva dribbling from her mouth. “Stay nice and still for him.” 

Tighnari grinded himself against her, knot locking his cock and cum deep inside her, moaning and gasping at how her walls twitched and pulled at him with every slow spurt of cum shot within. 

Kaveh keened, body vibrating as he watched with heavy lids.

“Look at him fill up our girl, Kaveh,” Alhaitham breathed. “Look at how pretty she looks while she cums.” 

And he did, he watched her, and suddenly Alhaithams hands became too much, his body burned where it touched his, and the cord inside him snapped, cumming all over Alhaitham’s hand in pretty white ropes. 

Alhaitham may have had some objections to getting involved in the recovery process before, but watching Cyno lean down to kiss Elirah sweetly on the lips before he pressed a kiss to Tighnari’s forehead only helped sway him in the opposite direction. 

The quicker they can get this out of their systems, the better. 

“More,” Kaveh whined in his grasp, cock still leaking and jumping in his hand. “Haitham… need more.” 

Alhaitham looked to Cyno. “How long does that usually last?” He watched as Elirah continued to flinch, her body vibrating at Tighnari’s cock jumped with more spurts of cum every few moments.  

“About 15 minutes, though sometimes longer.” Cyno eyed the pair in front of them. “It’s worse if he doesn’t relax.”

Alhaitham glared, suddenly feeling a spark of possession himself, wanting Elirah in his arms, wanting to be the one to take care of her. “Then make him relax.” 

Cyno seemed like he wanted to protest, but saw the way Tighnari still rutted his hips, shoulders tense and mouth still latched onto Elirah’s shoulder. 

He sighed, slipping into the water and moving behind Tighnari. 

The fox growled as Cyno pushed his shorts further down his legs, reaching to rub soothing circles on his thighs. 

Tighnari relaxed, but only enough to soothe the growl in the back of his throat. 

Cyno dipped his fingers between Tighnari’s legs, coating them in the loose mixture of arousals soaking Tighnari’s pelvis and thighs. 

He brought them back behind, circling a gentle finger on Tighnari’s rim, making the fox jump in pleasure. 

“Shh, baby.” Cyno pressed himself closer. “Relax for me, I’ll take care of you.”

Elirah moaned shakily, the knot inside her deflating ever so slightly, only enough for a rush of cum to flow out the space created, but still not enough for it to come out completely. 

“Won’t that just make it worse?” Alhaitham asked, attitude peaking through. 

“Once his knot is formed, it automatically starts the come down process, and it takes a decent while to be able to pump back up, only able to do so after it’s completely come down.” Cyno said, though he was focused on his fingers tracing and prodding at Tighnari’s ass. “The more relaxed he is, the quicker it deflates, and he loves this, loves having his ass played with, don’t you, pup.”

Tighnari whines, squirming a bit but otherwise still holding tightly to Elirah. 

“And he’s trained so well,” Cyno says, a bit condescending, not really speaking to Alhaitham anymore. “He knows to relax when I’m back here, otherwise I won’t be able to fit my cock in his pretty little hole.” 

Tighnari’s knot loses more mass, and a large rush of thick, pearly cum comes flowing out of Elirah, before she clenches down, inadvertently pushing Tighnari the rest of the way out with a wince and a whine at the stretch. 

His cock falls out, twitching and jumping as he watches his cum flow uncontrollably from Elirahs still clenching hole. 

He whines, reaching to shove his cock back inside, to keep the rest of his seed from falling out, wasted in the water; but Cyno grabs his arms and pulls him back, flush against his chest. 

“Nuh uh,” he tuts against Tighnari’s cheek. “You need to get out of this water, then we can keep going.” 

Tighnari whined and thrashed, but otherwise let Cyno pull him back, his more submissive nature being pulled from him by the General. 

“Alhaitham, come get her.” Cyno said, pulling Tighnari out of the water.

Elirah was still bent over the edge of the reservoir, the naturally smoothed stone rubbing deliciously against her aching nipples. She shook, feeling cum flow out of her still clenching hole, moaning at the warmth of it. 

“Sit tight, beautiful,” Alhaitham whispered just low enough for Kaveh to hear. “I’ll be right back.”

Alhaitham waded into the water behind Elirah, soothing warm hands up her spine. 

“How are you feeling?” He murmured, bringing a hand to cup some water before pouring it down the backs of her thighs, washing away the cum that had dripped down that far. 

“H-hot,” she stuttered, shivering as his hands moved higher to wash her leaking core. “It’s a burning f-feeling… inside…” she cried out as his fingers prodded at her entrance, pulling at what was left of the fox’s cum from within her. 

“Still?” He questioned. “Three wasn’t enough?” 

She shook her head, pushing back into his fingers as he cleaned her out. “More,” she moaned. 

Their attention snapped upwards as a low groan from Cyno rang throughout the cavern, and they watched as both Tighnari and Kaveh knelt at the general's feet, kissing and suckling at his jumping cock between them. 

“I thought I told you to stay where you were, Kaveh?” Alhaitham huffed. 

Cyno’s face burned a deep shade of red as he covered the lower half of it with his hands in shame. 

“Tighnari just… a-and then he…” he groaned, watching the fox and the blond make out over the crown of him, their tongues swirling against one another while slurping up the obscene amount of pre leaking from the tip. 

Alhaitham pulled Elirah from the water, laying his cloak out on the rock before putting her down on it. 

“You seem to have that plenty under control, General,” Alhaitham quipped, a light smirk forming across his lips as he watched Cyno struggle to remain standing with the attention he was receiving. “I’ll be just a moment.” 

He leaned down, pulling Elirah towards him by her hips before diving in between her legs to mouth at her core. 

She cried out, pulling at his hair and writhing in his grasp as he licked and sucked at her clit, moaning slightly at the slick that was still pooling from her. 

It didn’t particularly matter to him at the moment whether it was Tighnari’s, her own, or a mixture of both their fluids; all that really mattered to him in that moment was helping to ease the discomfort Elirah was feeling, and he knew the only way to do so was to fuck orgasm after orgasm out of her until the drug was out of her system. 

“Haitham,” she breathed, chest heavy with the weight of her impending high. “H-how are you so… good…” 

“I’m a quick learner, Elirah,” he murmured, slurping against her clit. “You knew this the other night when you let me crawl between your legs the first time.” His devious grin was infectious, and through the fog she threw her head back and smiled at the memory. 

“And the second time,” he flicked his tongue against her in steady strokes now. “And the third.” 

Her hands gripped his hair hard as she shattered in his mouth, back arching off the cloak covered stone as she came and came and came, seemingly never ending as he worked her through it. 

“AH!” She squealed, kicking her feet where they rested on her shoulders. “T-too much!” 

“Really?” He smirked, it was small and soaked in her juices. “Because to me, it’s never enough.” He whispered. 

He continued to lick at her until the air pushed from her lungs in a dry squeal, and then he pulled away, admiring his handiwork. 

Elirah’s exposed chest heaved with her breaths of recovery, still glistening with water, although he supposed it could be sweat as well, a common symptom of the drug was a rising body temperature. 

He felt a pull in the pit of his stomach to lean down and lick it from the valley between her breasts, and almost succeeded in denying it, but she whined, staring at him through heavy lids as if she still wasn’t done.

“Fucking hells…” he cussed, leaning in to drag his tongue flat across her perspirating skin. She tasted sweet, delicate and floral, and he didn’t have the heart to think his way around why exactly she tasted so good. He just knew he enjoyed it, so Alhaitham allowed himself to give a couple more licks before he stopped. 

“Fuck!” Cyno exclaimed, still dealing with Tighnari and Kaveh a few meters away. 

Kaveh was pantsless now, pulling at his own cock while he mouthed at Tighnari’s jawline. The fox was jerking the General off like a madman, holding out his tongue, waiting and drooling for Cynos release. 

The pair of them staring up at him like that must’ve been too much, because Cyno bit down on his knuckles and came hard, coating both Tighnari and Kaveh in long white ropes with every stutter of his hips. 

Tighnari swallowed what he’d managed to catch in his mouth and leaned to lick the remaining mess from Kaveh’s face and chest. Kaveh keened, his hand stroking himself faster as Tighnari nibbled over his nipples, and Elirah shuddered beneath Alhaitham as they watched Tighnari bite over the marks already lingering there. 

“You like watching him, don’t you?” Alhaitham whispered, sitting her up and putting her in his lap, just as he had with Kaveh moments earlier. 

She whined, nodding and watching the blond shiver and pull at his own cock more aggressively. 

“Cyno,” Kaveh begged. “Cyno, kiss me.” 

The general smiled, a little more calm now that his orgasm had faded, and leaned down to do just that. 

Kaveh moaned into his mouth, whining desperately as Tighnari continued to suck and nip at him, making more marks across his pretty chest. 

Elirah shuddered again as she watched the moment where Cyno bit at Kaveh’s lower lip, and the blond cried out, his hips jumping as he spilled into his hand and along Tighnari’s lap, who purred lavishly at the feeling of it, his cock still hard and throbbing, knot fully deflated. 

“Good boy, Kaveh.” Cyno petted his hair, running his fingers through it affectionately. “You did so good, but I think someone’s waiting for you.” 

Cyno’s eyes trailed behind him, and Kaveh turned and watched as Alhaitham hoisted Elirahs knees up to her chest, exposing her glistening core to the cavern. 

Kaveh nearly drooled as he scrambled over, brain foggy and cock still throbbing with need. 

Cyno busied himself with ridding Tighnari of his clothes, bending him over in the pile to work his fingers back into his ass as he watched the scene unfolding in front of him. 

Alhaitham hooked Elirah’s knees over his arms as he reached forward for Kaveh, grabbing his cock and dragging it through her folds, shivering at the way they both keened in his control. 

“Please,” Kaveh pushed at her core, and Alhaitham let go of his cock in favor of grabbing his hips to still them. 

“Do you think you deserve it?” Alhaitham teased, pushing and pulling at his hips, dragging his aching cock across Elirah, her juices only aiding in the slide. 

“I didn’t take you for a sadist, Alhaitham.” Cyno grinned, thrusting a third finger into Tighnari and watching darkly as the fox shuddered and squealed. 

“Really?” Alhaitham huffed, his own small grin forming once more. “Because I read you as a brat tamer from day one, yet yours seems to be rather spoiled.” 

“What can I say?” Cyno sighed, pulling his fingers from Tighnari. The fox whined, and then mewled as the General pressed the blunt head of his cock against his well prepared entrance. “He behaves more when he’s kept well fed.” 

Cyno pushes his cock into Tighnari in one stroke, and the fox cries out, eyes bulging in their sockets. The general sets a brutal pace right away, slamming into the forest watcher with reckless abandon. 

Alhaithams eyes watch darkly for a moment before he returns to his torturing of the two in his lap. He pulls at Kaveh faster, effectively forcing what he’s heard called a ‘pussyjob’ onto the blond. 

Elirah cries out in his hold, Kaveh’s blunt cockhead pressing against her clit, making it throb and building her next release with each stroke. 

“You're gonna make her cum again, Kaveh. How kind of you,” Alhaitham breathed, teasing the both of them. He was sure Elirah could feel his erection straining against his pants, but he could honestly care less about it, watching the two of them writhe in his hold was gratifying enough for now. 

Kaveh whined, and the slaps of skin and cries from Tighnari grew, pulling the blond’s attention away. 

Alhaitham moved a hand to grab Kaveh’s chin, pulling his gaze back in front of him. “You’ll look at her when she cums, Kaveh. Don’t be rude,” he demanded. 

“Ahh,” Kaveh groaned, watching the way his straining cock slid between her folds with sloppy, imprecise thrusts. 

“I’m…” Elirah whined. “I’m gonna…!”

Alhaitham watched as she jerked in his hold, his grip on Kaveh’s hips getting tighter as he stroked the blond through Elirahs orgasm, watching as he shuddered and his cock twitched and swelled. 

Just as Elirah’s hit her peak, bordering into overstimulation, he pulled Kaveh back and angled his hips just a bit lower, making him enter her in one fluid motion. 

They both squealed, and Elirah shuddered with a dull internal orgasm, her body so sensitive from the external orgasm she just went through. 

Alhaitham guided Kaveh’s hips to rock in and out of her, and the blond gasped as he too came upon entry, his straining cock jumping as he pumped her full of his seed. 

“Good,” Alhaitham breathed. “Keep going.”

They both whined, long and strained, but Kaveh’s hips began to rock on their own, and Elirah’s whine turned into a groan as their shared juices frothed in a messy ring at the base of Kaveh’s cock. 

Cyno continued battering poor Tighnari’s ass with powerful thrusts, and Alhaitham noticed the pool of cum on the pile of clothes beneath Tighnari’s knees, and his already deflating knot. 

He mentally noted Cynos impressive stamina, though he didn’t really want to think more on why he did that.

Cyno pulled Tighnari upright by the hair, and pressed his chest to the foxes back as he continued his pace. 

“I’ll make you cum so hard you won’t have a single drop of it left in your system, Nari.” 

The general reached around and squeezed at the remaining knot from Tighnari’s second orgasm, making the archer cry out pitifully. 

“I’ll milk you fucking dry and then carry you home when your legs refuse to carry you themselves.” Cyno growled. 

Kaveh shuddered in Alhaithams hold once more, his hips picking up their pace. 

“Oh?” Alhaitham gripped his hips harder, making the blond moan out. “You like hearing them, don’t you, Kaveh?” 

Alhaitham grinned over the blond’s shoulder at Cyno, who smiled and nipped at Tighnari’s jawline from behind. “Hear that Nari? Our audience loves to hear how much of a slut you are for me.” 

Elirah cried out as Kaveh’s cock jumped inside her, his hips stuttering as his pace grew more sloppy. 

“Kaveh’s just weak for anyone who talks filthy in his presence.” Alhaitham teased. “Doesn’t even have to be directed at him and he’s weak in the knees, aren’t you, sweetheart?” 

“Mhm,” Kaveh nodded frantically, “p-please— ‘haitham.”

“Oh?” Alhaitham hummed, teasing him more. “I thought it was Cyno’s words you were enjoying. Why don’t you beg him some more?”

Cyno laughed, picked up Tighnari and walked them to lay him down beside Elirah, who was still folded in half in Alhaithams lap, legs still draped over his arms as she took Kaveh’s thrusts with weak yet satisfied moans. 

Cyno pulled out of Tighnari, flipping him and laying him on his back on the rock, entering him with a smooth thrust once more. Tighnari mewled once more, reaching out and grabbing at Alhaithams thigh before his hand found Elirahs, squeezing it tightly as Cyno returned to his relentless pace. 

“C-Cyno…” Kaveh whined, looking embarrassed to even be speaking his name, even though he’d been sucking off the General but moments ago. 

Cyno continued his thrusts, keeping one hand on Tighnari’s hip but reaching the other out to tuck a strand of hair behind Kaveh’s ear. 

“You’re so fucking pretty like this Kaveh, you know that?” Cyno murmurs. 

A shiver racks through the architect, and he keens, hips sputtering into Elirah once more. 

Alhaitham grins wide now—a rare sight—watching it all with rapt attention, loving the way Kaveh melts into his grip, hips keeping in rhythm with his pushing and pulling. 

Tighnari continued to moan and clutch at Elirah’s hand as if his life depended on it. Cyno kept fucking him with deep, powerful strokes as he murmured filthy nothings at Kaveh. 

Kaveh cried out one final time, his hips stilling as he filled Eli once more, the feeling driving her towards another peak for herself. 

She writhed in Alhaitham’s grasp, weak cries pulled pitifully from her chest as she gushed. The sight of both her and Kaveh must’ve set Tighnari off, because he too cried out, a particularly deep thrust of Cyno’s causing him to spray a weak splattering of cum all over his pale chest. His knot swelled half heartedly, and his eyes rolled back in his head as he seemed to lose consciousness for a moment. 

Cyno groaned as he watched it all happen, and with a final deep thrust inside his partner he climaxed. He tried to bite back his sounds, but the deeply satisfied moans were still audible even through clenched teeth. 

Kaveh collapsed onto Elirah, who weakly groaned as his softening cock slipped from her and their combined fluids rushed out of her and down her skin. Alhaitham released his hold on her, and watched affectionately as they both relaxed, the tension easing from their bodies as well as it could while they were still naked on his lap and the cold rock.

“Does Tighnari still have that really quick carrier bird?” Alhaitham said, releasing a breath he didn’t know he was holding. 

Cyno looked at him inquisitively, but nodded nonetheless. 

Alhaitham nodded in satisfaction. “Good. I need to send a message.” 

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The moon was just peeking over the horizon as Aether found the cave. The message on Tighnari’s carrier bird was hastily written and contained just enough information to get him concerned enough to come right away. 

He’d elected to leave Paimon behind at the inn, the letter seemed like some discretion was needed, and Paimon wasn’t exactly known for her closed mouth. 

He ducked his way into the cave, following the sound of soft voices and a dull pink light to guide him. 

The scene in front of him was… a lot, to say the least. 

Kaveh laid flat on his back with his arms spread wide, shirtless in seemingly damp pants, his hair completely disheveled and stuck up in odd places. 

Tighnari was curled up in a ball in the General Mahamatra’s lap, his shorts and undershirt clinging to his damp body as he shivered, yet seemed a lot more relaxed than Kaveh. 

What really surprised him though, was the sight of Elirah being held bridal style in Alhaitham’s lap, her corset, gloves and boots piled neatly beside them as he wrapped her in his cloak, petting her hair and speaking in low tones to her. Though her eyes were closed, she had a delicate smile on her face, and Aether thought she looked rather peaceful. 

Alhaitham noticed his presence at the mouth of the cavern, and nodded him over. Aether was surprised that he didn’t shove Elirah away in order to maintain their seemingly tumultuous relationship status from outsider eyes, but he supposed that something must have changed since the last time he saw them. 

“You have the ability to use those ancient teleport waypoints, correct?” Alhaitham asked softly, as if not to wake Elirah. Aether initially thought she was just relaxing, but the steady rise and fall of her chest and slow heart rate were clear indicators that she was out cold. 

“Yes, of course.” The traveler nodded. 

“Can you, with the utmost discretion, get us to where we need to be? I’ll compensate you fairly in the morning, we just really need to get these three back to my house.” 

Aether looked at the group again, and it wasn’t just Elirah who was asleep. Kaveh looked as though his life force had been drained from him, and his eyes rolled around as he stared up at the ceiling. Tighnari was out cold like Eli, purring softly in Cyno’s arms even as he shivered every few moments. 

“Can I… can I ask what happened?” Aether blinked in the pale glow of the flowers, looking to Alhaitham for an explanation. 

“You see those flowers?” Alhaitham pointed to the soft, glowing plants behind them. 

“Don’t ever touch them. Ever. If they happen to get you with their pollen, you find one of us, or someone else you’d trust with your life and dignity, yes?”

Aether scrunched his brow, but nodded. 

Alhaitham sighed. “I’ll explain more when we get to my house, but for now, we should really move.” 

“Alright.” Aether moved to hoist Kaveh up. “Let’s get moving then.”

[platyxpus]

cyno x inaya (oc)

I just had to draw some cute interactions between these two <3

(I’m so obsessed with them argh—)

inaya’s my oc btw :)

[yandere-wishes]

⚜ 𝕐𝕒𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕣𝕖! 𝕂𝕟𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝕩 ℙ𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕔𝕖𝕤𝕤! ℝ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕣 ⚜

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ Been kinda depressed lately so this was all I could come up with.

⁺₊𝄞₊⁺ : "Player of Games" by Grimes

𐙚 Would you still love me? Out on Europa? ~💜

☆★☆★☆★☆

𝒴𝒶𝓃𝒹𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝒦𝓃𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉, whose lust for adventure leads him on a dangerous quest to rescue a poor kidnapped princess from the clutches of a deranged dragon. He's only ever sought out the thrill of the hunt, an adrenalin junkie desperate for the next rush. Fighting beasts and exploring new lands all for the sake of frivolity and adventure. But this time...this time things are different. His heart beats between his teeth when he catches a rogue glimpse of the fair maiden seated by the etched window. From the first look, he knows he'll fight hordes of monsters in her name, bring giants to their knees to gain her favor. From the first look, he knows he's in love...

𝒴𝒶𝓃𝒹𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝒦𝓃𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉, who kills the dragon and carries the princess home. All the way breathing in her intoxicating scent, he dreams of running his calloused fingers through her silky hair and whispering sweet poems of devotion into her ears. He asks for her hand from the king, practically begging him to let her be his bride. He needs her, more than anything else in this unholy world he needs her.

𝒴𝒶𝓃𝒹𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝒦𝓃𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉, who still craves adventure even when he's married. Who drives himself crazy on the lost tunes of adventures. Beckoning, beseeching, it's as if demons screech within his cranium. He needs to feel the familiar cool of metal nipping at his flesh. To feel the weight of his sword within his palm once more. So he leaves. if only for a short time. Promising to bring his lover treasures unimaginable. If only it were that simple.

𝒴𝒶𝓃𝒹𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝒦𝓃𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉, who loses himself to the thrill once more. Fighting for a darling who is locked away again. He promises he's not the dragon, not some monster trying to keep her stowed away. She's back home with the king and queen ruling over a kingdom. It just so happens that her lover is fighting for that kingdom. Traversing new lands and bringing back priceless treasures. He does it all for her because he loves her

Maybe that's why it stings so bad when -on the rare occasion he's back home- his darling tells him, that she's been engaged once more. This time to a prince. The Knight has his fair share of scars, he's been wounded countless times. Yet memories recall no such wound that hurts as much as this one. When his darling informed him of her eagerness to be married off to a proper prince. It takes all his willpower to not strangle her then and there. The love of his life is to be married off to a spoiled brat who knows not of sword fighting and war. A boy seeped in gold and dotted on his whole life. He wouldn't be a good husband, he's too soft, too frail. He'd run once the monsters came. A mere prince can't protect his darling as he can.

𝒴𝒶𝓃𝒹𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝒦𝓃𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉, whose madness runs deep. He kills the king, the queen, and the prince. Declaring himself overlord. Conquer, conquer, conquer. It's the only way he knows to keep his darling by his side. His darling is a queen now. A queen in shackles and chains, but a queen never the less and one who will forever remain by his side.

𝒴𝒶𝓃𝒹𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝒦𝓃𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉, who doesn't mind ruling as much as he previously thought. Who enjoys having his darling perched on his iron-clad lap as he proposes plans to capture new beasts for the kingdom's army. Who watches as his -and his darling's- kingdom prospers under their leadership. At night he holds her tightly, intoxicating himself with her sweet perfume once more. His heart races when he recalls how close he was to losing her.

𝒴𝒶𝓃𝒹𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝒦𝓃𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉, who is left heartbroken and enraged when he finds out his darling has escaped. Who hunts her down through enchanted woods and cursed terrains. When he finally catches her, he can't help but be reminded of chess, a move where the queen is finally captured. He kisses her deeply, wholly, trying to drown her in his love. Has she forgotten the romance they once shared? Has she forgotten the lengths he was gone -and will still go- for her? Oh, how careless he had been...

𝒴𝒶𝓃𝒹𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝒦𝓃𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉, who will do anything for his precious princess, his darling queen, his beloved. Who will remind her just how emphatic his love truly is...

[neeuqiakeht]

Cyno: this is my ex-parter Y/N.

Y/N: I told you to stop calling me that

Y/N: I'm his spouse

[mowd2414]

Some Genshin chibis!

[literallyjustchi]

Akademiya Chronicles

Chapter 1

Hi! My name is Chi, and I am a seasoned writer. :3 I've written a full novel, 20 chapters, and 44k+ words. I'm here to give you quality writing (fanfics and not) that you don't often see here on Tumblr... without all the grammatical errors and simple typos. I hope you enjoy my first chapter ever posted *here!*

tumblr keeps messing up my formatting and IDK WHY, SEND HELP!!!!!

(MC is female, and characters may or may not be OOC. I tried to keep them as in character as I could.)

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Kaveh burst through the Akademiya’s library doors dramatically and collapsed at the nearest table, which coincidentally happened to be mine. My fellow classmates gave him a dirty look but went along with their work, most likely used to–or tired of–Kaveh’s antics.

As for me, I was too busy studying for one of the many upcoming exams. It annoyed me how Alhaitham was at the top of the class without studying or trying, and I wanted to be better than him. I knew I was smarter… I just had to put in the work. Ultimately, it would all pay off, and I would get bragging rights.

Kaveh groaned. “I should just drop out. This whole Kshahrewar thing is hard.”

I rolled my eyes, flipping a page in my book. “Keep going. You’ve already spent so much money getting where you are.”

“Easy for you to say, miss perfect grades. At least you aren’t as dreadful as Alhaitham.”

“Please stop enunciating your words. It’s very annoying.”

He sighed. “I mean, how can someone be as ignorant and… dumb as him? I never knew someone could be as dense and arrogant as him until I met him!”

“Keep your voice down. We’re in a library.” Alhaitham was anything but dumb, but I didn’t feel like arguing.

Kaveh moped. “Nobody understands my woes.”

“I understand, Kaveh.” I just don’t care. Ouch. Is that a little harsh? I closed my book with a defeated sigh. “You wanna go get something to eat for lunch?”

“Together?” He gasped, earning another sharp glare from the others. “Of course! You’re paying, though. Right?”

I put my book into my tote bag and stood up. “Wouldn’t have it any other way.”

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To my luck, Cyno and Tighnari were both at Puspa Café, with Cyno animatedly over-explaining the inner workings of Genius Invokation TCG even though Tighnari already knew all the nitty-gritty details.

Kaveh beamed. “Look, Cy and Ti are here! Let’s go talk to them.”

“I think I’ll pass.” If Alhaitham had one thing right, it would be that socializing was draining. I already finished my quota with the few words I exchanged with Kaveh.

Kaveh linked his arm with mine and dragged me to their table in the far corner next to a window, the sunlight filtering through. “Too bad. You need to get out more–have fun, y’know? Don’t want you to end up like Alhaitham, all moody and gloomy.”

Tighnari set down one of his cards and waved to us. “Look who decided to show up. My second favorite pair.”

“Who’s your first?” Kaveh asked.

Tighnari lowered his voice, “Cyno and Sethos, but you can’t tell them,” he said teasingly.

Cyno grimaced. “Gross. Sethos.”

I stifled a laugh. Cyno, though he’d never admit it, even if you put a musket to his head, had a soft spot for Sethos. It was mildly adorable.

Kaveh plopped on the bench, sitting next to Cyno. I, more gracefully and less rambunctiously, sat next to Tignhari with a small nod of acknowledgment.

Cyno shoved a stack of cards at Kaveh. “You’re playing. Here’s your deck. You know how to play?”

Kaveh took the deck and examined it. “Uh, sorta.”

“Good. Tighnari isn’t that good, so I hope you’re better.”

Tighnari rolled his eyes and slid an iced coffee my way. “I had a feeling you were coming.”

I took the coffee into my hands. I almost always came to the café to de-stress or as a break from my never-ending studies, so it was nice that Tighnari remembered, even though he didn’t often come to this side of Sumeru. Maybe it wasn’t a bad idea to agree to come with Kaveh.

The boys played a few rounds of TCG, with Kaveh losing to both of them. Tighnari had no idea what he was doing, but he was doing it better than Kaveh. It was funny to watch Cyno oneshot all of Kaveh’s active characters in one fell swoop, and Tighnari accidentally wiping out Kaveh’s supports and draining him of dice.

Tighnari leaned over to me and whispered while the others were too focused on their game to pay attention, “Don’t make this obvious, but Alhaitham just walked in.”

I nonchalantly looked toward the direction of the entrance. There he was, in all his glory. And sweat? Archons, save me.

It got much, much worse because Sethos was with him. Of course, Sethos was with him. He just had to be. This day couldn’t possibly get any better.

I winced, whispering back, “You didn’t tell him you and Cyno were here?”

“I didn’t know Kaveh was coming. Just you,” he replied.

“Well, what do we do?” “Reap what we sow, I guess. What is there to even do?”

“Prepare your shield of indifference and act like you saw or heard nothing.”

“Acting oblivious has never worked…”

“Today it will. Hopefully. Just act normal.”

Sethos was the first to spot us, his gigantic, shining smile vanishing like a smoldered flame once he saw Cyno. I averted my gaze and pretended I saw nothing.

My plan didn’t work because he and Alhaitham immediately made his way towards our table. Cyno and Sethos’s eyes locked in a fierce gaze, and I could’ve sworn that the pair wouldn’t pounce at each other like rishboland tigers if it weren’t for the fact that they had a crowd. I didn’t dare to look at Alhaitham, but I could see Kaveh scowl from the corner of my eye as I looked down at my lap.

After a long, awkward pause of silence, Tighnari spoke, “Hey, guys. Would you like to join us?” Kaveh and Cyno both muttered a “no,” while Alhaitham and Sethos said “sure.” It was almost comedic.

Sadly, Alhaitham was a freaking sadist because he sat next to me, leaving the only spot left for Sethos with Cyno and Kaveh. There was not a single doubt in my mind that he did that on purpose. The benches were supposed to only seat two people, but they could take three. It was a little cramped as Alhaitham’s thigh brushed against mine, and his hand would’ve done the same if it wasn’t wrapped around my coffee cup.

Definitely on purpose. And I hated that he pretended like nothing was happening.

Cyno pushed a deck into Sethos’s hands. “Join us.”

Sethos took the deck, looking at it like a challenge. Because it was.

Then, Cyno gave another to Alhaitham. “You can join, too, if you want. I think you’re a good player.”

Yeah, he was a good player.

Alhaitham took the deck. “Thanks. I’ll play.”

Cyno looked at me. I shook my head, and he shrugged. “You play really well, too. You could probably beat Al if you tried.”

I narrowed my eyes. He was definitely trying to egg me on, and I wasn’t going to take the bait. It was obvious bait–only an idiot would fall for it.

Alhaitham scoffed. “She couldn’t beat me if she tried.”

I snatched the spare deck from Cyno’s hands. “I’m in.”

Tighnari shook his head. “Here we go again…”

[child-o-hades]

Hi, any masika stuff? 😅

Unfinished drawing I’m doing of bbg 💖💖💖💖

[fivecentshow]

here's an early morning cyno~

he's so fine 😩

[amourcherie606]

hi chat!! oml i am busy so uh old doodles cuz finals r beating my ass

[scaredpigeons]

More than you can chew. 1 (sfw edition)

Authors note: I’ve been wanting to create some lore for my Genshin impact oc, Elirah for so long now. The other night I had a rare shot of inspired adrenaline and mashed this out in the span of two evenings. This is the SFW introduction, but there are scenes and suggestive moments that allude to the NSFW companion piece, which I will release as soon as it’s finished. Something to keep in mind is that this is an x OC series, and while I don’t think I’ll explicitly say this, Elirah is polyamorous. Elirah is also the type of person to genuinely be able to have casual relations with friends and it not affect their friendship whatsoever.

The main relationship in this series will focus on Elirah, Kaveh and Alhaitham. But because I’m a fan of letting my girl get around, you can expect to see in this series and it’s nsfw counterpart:

x Venti

x Wanderer

x Lyney

x cynonari

And of course the final chunk of this piece alludes to a group Elirah x haikaveh x cynonari scene.

Possibly more to add later, as I am insatiable.

CW: SFW. Swearing, loosely depicted violence, kissing, slightly suggestive scenes but no straight up nsfw. Consumption of alcohol, sex pollen scenario (again, no actual scene yet, just the intro to keep it pg.)

These are a series of short tales that depict important pieces of Elirah’s life. Please enjoy.

If you would like to learn more about Eli, please look here.

Word count: 8.9k (a lot)

In the Dendro Archons gilded cage sits a small child. The air around her thrums with energy, though very few get close enough to realize this for themselves.

The ornate door to the sanctuary opens, and the being appearing to be a young girl only looks up when she hears the soft coo of a baby. 

“Halima, is that you?” 

A woman walks the bridge from the entrance of the sanctuary to the platform dedicated to the containment of one seemingly fragile little girl. The field around the platform thrums with about as much energy as there is within it, a prison created with the power of its own prisoner. 

For hundreds of years, only a small group of very select people have been able to pass through the field of power containing the dendro archon within. 

Five hundred years ago, after the fall of the Greater Lord, the grand sages knew not what to do with this seemingly powerless replacement, not understanding the significance of the child that lay where their archon perished. Only a small group, who came to be known as the ‘caretakers’ understood the importance of the lesser lord. 

This woman is a direct descendant of the very first, and though she was now the last, the bundle in her arms provided solace that she was not the very last.

The woman, Halima, passes through the barrier, the last of her people and the last citizen of Sumeru to be able to do so freely, without permission and without consequence. 

As she kneels in reverence, Her long, luscious pink braid falls over her shoulder, strands delicately framing her face, contrasting beautifully with her light brown skin. She wears no Akasha terminal, yet is wise beyond her years.  

“My lord, I hope you forgive my intrusion.” 

“Hush, Halima,” the young girl huffs. “The sages aren’t here, and you know I hate it when you speak to me so. You are always welcome here, to me.” 

Halima laughs softly, rising to her feet once more. “My apologies, it's been many moons, I just wished to honor you once more.” 

The dendro archon notices that despite the soft dark circles beneath her yellow-gold eyes, Halima looks wonderful, happy, and healthy.

“I’m happy to see the birth went smoothly, and that you are still in good health.” She states, a warm smile crossing her lips. 

“And you, my lord? Have you been faring well? Have they been treating you with kindness?”

The girl smiles, though it doesn’t meet her eyes. “As kind as they’re able.” She says. “They bring me books from the House, food if I feel like eating, though nothing compares to your cooking.” 

The woman smiles. “I’ll bring you some fresh candied ajilenakh nuts as soon as possible, my lord. I know how much you adore sweets.” 

“Mostly just your sweets, but yes, I’ve not experienced a sugar rush in quite some time. I look forward to it.” The girl waves a small hand dismissively before peering shyly over her shoulder. “Enough about me, please. Can I…meet the baby?” 

Halima's smile could not have been any wider as she stepped closer and sat on the raised dias next to her god. 

The bundle of fabric in her arms coos once more, and Halima moves the soft cloth aside to reveal a small pale face, topped with tufts of pale pink hair. Large, golden yellow eyes stare up at the archon, empty and unknowing of the significance of this moment. 

“I see she inherited her fathers complexion,” the girl says, running a hand just above the baby's skin, not quite touching yet wishing to, all the same. “But her eyes are yours.” 

“That they are. We thought for so long that she would be a boy, so the name Elijah was all we could think about. But when she came, we knew it didn’t suit her.”

“Elijah.” The archon said. “A name of reverence. I would have been honoured. What name did you go with instead?”

“Don’t laugh,” Halima said. “But we chose Elirah instead. Similar, yet the meaning changes with that one letter.” 

“Oh?” 

“Loosely, it means freedom bringer. I thought it was fitting, as I pray that she will be the one to help free you from this… cage, you seem to keep yourself locked in.” 

Nahida smiles softly, her eyes filled with a sadness no one else had ever taken the time to notice. “I’ll continue to let my people do what they think is best.” 

Halima’s face falls, serious and stern. Nahida supposes that happens when you become a mother. “And I’ll continue to have faith in your wisdom, my lord.” 

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“FOR FUCKS SAKE, LET ME THROUGH!” 

Lyney holds the young woman’s arms, keeping her from the door to the House. 

“I’m sorry Eli, but I’m under strict orders to keep you here, you have to understand.” 

“Fuck you, Lyney. You lied to me! I thought….” She pulls back, running her nails through her scalp, eyes wild. “I thought we were friends! I thought we… I thought you liked me!” 

He steps closer, though he tries not to feel much about the way she steps back like he burned her, like he was a threat.

“I’m sorry Elirah, it’s not… it’s orders from Father, I don’t even know why—“

“Fuck you, and fuck your Knave, Lyney. How dare you keep me from my duty. How dare you keep me in the dark when my archon is in danger.” Something in Elirah snaps, and her face falls, all emotion draining from it— the same mask she had before he and his siblings wormed their way into her heart. 

“The Fatui have already taken everything from me. I should’ve known better than to trust you.”

Lyney would be a monster if he said what was left of his heart didn’t break a little at her words. But even still, he had his own duty to fulfill. 

“I cannot let you leave Elirah.” 

As soon as the words left his mouth, the air in the room started swirling, as if a vacuum had appeared. His lungs grew strained, and he found himself choking and gasping for the air that was no longer there, that was instead swirling towards the woman in front of him, wiping around her like a vortex. 

Her eyes were hard as she watched him fall to his knees, choking and shaking with the need to breathe. 

“You cannot keep me, Lyney. I will never be anyone’s prisoner.” 

She walks calmly towards the door, and as soon as her hand touches the handle, the pressure drops, and oxygen fills Lyneys lungs once more. She opens the door, and walks out, completely disregarding Lynette and Freminet as they rush in to Lyneys side. 

Lynette takes one look at Lyney on his knees and turns to rush after Elirah, but Lyneys strained voice calls her back. 

“Wait—“ he coughs. “Let her go. We’ve done what we were asked. Two months. Keep her for two months, longer if possible.” 

“But Lyney, she-“ Lynette starts, fury clouding her normally neutral expression. 

“It’s fine,” Lyney breathes shakily, sitting back and looking at the ceiling. “It’s nothing I didn’t deserve.” 

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“Remember that favor you owe me?” 

The rest of the Harbingers had shuffled out of the meeting, though the Doctor lingered, and his eyes bore through that mask directly at the Knave, so she too lingered, if only to keep him from following her to pester her about it later. 

“You’ll never allow me to forget it, Doctor.”

His wicked grin spread across his face, sharp teeth gleaming in the light of the crystalline chandeliers. She could never tell if this one was the original, or just a copy so perfect it was impossible to tell. 

“I’d like to cash it in now, if you do not mind.”

The Knave rolled her eyes. “You speak as though you’re giving me a choice. Skip the pleasantries, just tell me what you want.”

The Doctor inspected a non-existent loose thread on his immaculate gloves. “I need your children to take care of a problem for me.”

“Absolutely not. I will never have my children carry out one of your filthy misdeeds. Their hands will stay clean for as long as I’m able to keep them that way. Why don’t you have one of your beloved assets take care of this, why my children?”

The Doctor tuts in disapproval. “You didn’t even give me a chance to explain! I don’t need them to get their hands dirty, which is precisely why I cannot send one of my assets to do it for me.”

The Knave seemed to release the tension from her shoulders, and so the Doctor took that as approval to continue. 

“I need them to… distract someone for me. Two months, more if possible. She’s a hindrance to some plans I have, and I cannot allow her to get in my way.”

“And why don’t you just take her out? Isn’t that more your style?” 

The Doctor kissed the front of his teeth, staring around the grand meeting room as if it was far more interesting than whatever explanation he had to give. 

“I may have been the downfall of the girl's parents, and in the interest of not invoking any more potential wrath from a certain adversary of mine, I’d like to leave the girl be, for now.” 

The Knave deadpanned. “How generous of you.” 

“So, is this task clean enough for your precious children? Or will I have to take other measures?” 

“It’s fine,” she said. “But how will you get the girl there? What will be the excuse? My twins can only distract so much, and if this one is a problem, I don't want them to have to work more than necessary.” 

The Doctor sighed, walking towards the door. “I’ll have the sages at the Akademiya send you a proposal. Orphanages or whatever sparks your interest. A collaboration between Sumeru’s brightest and the House of the Hearth, for the betterment of Fontaine's children, all with this problem girl as the Akademiya’s most willing representative.”

He waved his hand dismissively, “I look forward to working with you again in the future!” 

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The air in Lambads tavern was thick with tension, and the other patrons tried to no avail to avoid hearing the argument that had broken out at a certain table in the back.

Elirah, normally calm and collected, was showing various amounts of emotion normally reserved for the people she was closest to. Somewhere in the deep recesses of her mind, she supposed these people were who she was closest to, but right now, she wanted to strangle Alhaitham with her bare hands.  

Kaveh watched in abject horror as the argument between them went back and forth, poison dripped words lashing out, and though Alhaitham maintained that irritatingly calm and collected demeanor, he could see a couple veins straining in his forearms, like he was holding back quite a bit. 

Alhaitham and Elirah never saw eye to eye, but this was new. Elirah was on edge after returning to her home only to find out that a plot to overthrow her archon had formed directly under her nose, and that she specifically had been sent away and kept in the dark to prevent her from doing anything about it. 

Kaveh doesn’t remember how this argument started, all he knows is that now, Elirah is stood up out of her seat, leaning across the table and pointing a rather accusatory finger at Alhaitham’s chest, keeping it there even as she let him strike back.  

“My apologies, freedom bringer,” Alhaitham sneered the honored name as if it was a slur, as he gestured to her anemo vision. “Apologies— that I was the one who had to organize the freedom of your beloved archon, maybe don’t flit off on vacation and next time I won't have to do your job for you.”

Now, everyone knew that Elirah never wanted to go to Fontaine. Elirahs father was from Fontaine, and even before her parents were killed, Elirah never wanted to travel far away from her archon, from her duty. Especially to Fontaine, where she would be reminded of her father everywhere she looked. 

Alhaitham knew it wasn’t her choice, and he also knew that she hadn’t been on vacation. Later, when asked why he said what he said, he’d say that it was a mistake, a snap decision made in anger. 

Alhaitham knew all this as the venomous words slipped from his tongue, and so when Elirahs hand raised to slap him, he allowed it to connect to his cheek with a crack that resonated throughout the now silent tavern. 

Maybe he’d said it because he resented her. For a woman who never set foot in the Akademiya other than to bring books from the House of Daena back and forth, she was the Archon's most trusted advisor. And she was so goddamn intelligent it hurt. Alhaitham conceded (in the deepest, darkest, most shameful parts of his mind,) that Elirah held the kind of wisdom that couldn’t come from books, lectures, or even from a blessing from the dendro archon herself. Elirah was smart because she listened. Watched. Observed like a hawk and acted instinctually, and usually, those instincts were spot on. It was like she didn’t ever have to work for it, it just came so naturally, and he despised that. 

So as he watched her down the rest of her drink, and rub her now stinging hand on the fabric of her sash before storming out of the tavern, something inside him shifted a bit as he watched her leave. 

——————

“I take it Lord Kusanali told you.”

Elirah looked at him as if she was seeing him for the first time. 

“So, have you come to take your anger out on me?” He asked. 

“What?” She scrunched her nose in confusion. 

“Everyone who knows you even a fraction knows that you harbor a deep resentment for the Fatui, especially its Harbingers.” He stands from the edge of the cliff he was sitting on, spreading his arms out wide. “I was directly responsible for the threat against your archon, one of the Harbingers you so desperately loathe. My only conclusion is that you’ve come to kill me, or at the very least make a decent attempt at it.” 

Elirah crossed her arms and leaned her weight into her left leg. “I don’t want to kill you.” She looked him up and down. “In fact— at the expense of your pride, I’d actually like to say I pity you.”

An arc of sharpened wind flies through the air and she barely dodges it, curving her body just in time. Her attention flicks back to him just as he ascends into what she later found out to be called his ‘windfavoured’ state. (“That’s rather cute,” she’d said, teasingly. “Say that again and I’ll kill you,” he’d said, with no true malice behind it.)

He rose through the air and she couldn’t help but think he looked rather ethereal, even as he raged at her. 

She summoned her sun spear with ease, knocking his attacks as quick as he was throwing them. He was fast, and she found herself breaking into a sweat within mere minutes. 

“You were a victim!” She yelled over the raging winds surrounding them. Their shared elemental power thrumming around them. She parried another strike, and called upon the winds to throw him out of the air. 

He screamed as he fell, anger and fury slathered across his expression as he caught himself at the last minute, charging towards her. 

“You were a victim just as much as the rest of us!” But he wasn’t listening. 

He came at her, blinded by emotion, and if she'd had the time to stop and assess, she would have made note about the tears forming in his eyes. 

She dodged a few more strikes before swiping her polearm in a wide arc at his feet, knocking them out from under him with the blunt of it. (Though she felt rather bad, even though it wasn’t the bladed edge, her polearm was quite ornate, and that couldn’t have felt great either way.) 

She launched herself atop him as he fell, bringing the pointed tips of her spear into the ground just beside his face. Her hand fell to the other side of him, caging him in as she sat on his abdomen. 

His eyes were wide, frozen in shock, and the tears started to flow freely as she spoke in labored breaths. 

“You are a victim of him, just as much as me.” Elirah said, sweat dripping down her throat. “He took so much more from you, though.”

She searched his eyes, watching him calm and realizing what it was she was really saying. 

“I don’t pity you, I’m sorry for saying that. You’ve done a lot of wrong things, and you made mistakes, but if I had been through at least half of what you’ve lived, I think I’d have made the same mistakes. Worse ones, even.”

It’s only now that she realizes she has him pinned at the very edge of the cliff, and she can see the drop below if she looks just above his head. 

She drops her head to his chest, still leaning her weight on her polearm. 

“I… I’m sorry you had to go through it all. I want to… be there for you. I want to be someone that doesn’t leave you, because I need someone who won't leave me either.” 

As she huffs out a few steady breaths, they hitch when she feels his arms wrap around her, and she squeaks a bit when he pulls her entire weight into him in a hold both desperate and gentle. 

She relaxes once she realizes what’s happening, and wraps her arms around him too. 

They’d been quick friends after his existence had been erased, though she surmised that you can’t really erase someone’s existence, just others' knowledge of it. After Nahida had told her the truth she was mad at first, but the look in Nahidas eyes made her calm down and re-evaluate. 

She didn’t want to lose someone who finally understood her pain, and she didn’t want to abandon someone who so desperately needed anyone— anyone to understand his own. 

“If you tell anyone about this, I’ll kill you in your sleep.” 

And she giggled. 

———

“When were you going to tell me you’re the anemo archon?”

Venti spit out his wine in shock before staring at the puddle in his lap with a pout. He tried to play it off, scratching behind his ear with an exasperated smile. 

“What are you talking about? Everyone knows I’m just a humble bar—“ 

“I’m not an idiot, Venti.”

He drops the mask, resting an arm on his knee to lean his face into the heel of his palm, gazing at her with lidded eyes. 

“No, you’re not. You’re rather perceptive, actually. So tell me, freedom bringer,” (and oh how he loved the way she cringed when he called her that, knowing what she knows.) “how did you come to such a conclusion?”

She leans closer to the trunk of the tree they were lounging on, closer to Liyue’s borders than she’d been in a long time, just so that if she squinted, she imagined she might see the peaks of Dragonspine from their usual meet up spot. 

The wine in her travel cup sloshes against its container as she scoots closer and rests her head on Venti’s shoulder. She’s barely old enough to have purchased the wine, but had been doing so from the very beginning, back when she thought this really was just a budding friendship between two bearers of the same elemental power. 

“You’re an anemo vision bearing bard from Mond, and at first I thought maybe you were just a very dedicated follower of Barbatos, what with your braids and all,” she reaches up and tugs on one gently, making him snicker. “Very subtle, you know.”

“But the energy around you feels… different. It’s different from any vision bearer I’ve met before.” She looks up at him, and he suddenly seems much bigger than before, a little more distant, untouchable, despite her body pressed against his. 

“It feels like Nahidas energy, and when I came to that conclusion it all fell together for me.” She smiled at him, wine warming her cheeks. “And when that happened, I remembered.”

He took another sip of his wine. “Remembered what?”

She nuzzled closer to him, looking out at the landscape once more. “I remembered a voice,” she said. “Soft and comforting. A presence like a warm hug holding me, making me feel safe in moments where I felt most trapped.”

“Hmm.” He wouldn’t meet her eyes, but she could see a flush along his cheeks that pointed towards the obvious. 

“It’s the same feeling I have whenever we meet, like this. I thought such kindness was reserved only for the people of Mondstadt?”

He scoffed a little then, wrapping his arm around her. “The anemo archon’s benevolence isn’t reserved for the people solely of his nation, Elirah. Anyone who bears the mark of anemo is automatically guaranteed his love and comfort. Hence why anemo vision bearers tend to be those who need it the most.”

She hummed, resting her full weight against him. “I see.” 

“Don’t go treating me differently now though,” there was a lilt to his voice again, his bright humour trying to break through the seriousness. Elirah couldn’t tell which version of him she preferred. Maybe both. 

“If that's what you want, can I do something I’ve wanted to do since before I realized?”

“Of course!” He giggled. The bright tone was back, the mask slipping back on just as easily as he let it fall. “Whatever you desire—“

Her hands slid up to his cheeks, and before he could process what was happening, Elirah was kissing him. His eyes widened in shock before he let them slip closed, letting his near empty cup fall as instinct took over, and he pressed deeper into her embrace, meeting her kiss with passion. 

He let himself lay her back to loom over her, their lips only parting when he realized what it was he was actually doing. 

“Wait—“ he pulled back abruptly. “I can’t. I can't take advantage of you like this.”

“You’re not, Venti.” She said, shaking her head and attempting to pull him back to her. 

“I…” he shook his head, half heartedly attempting to pull from her embrace. “I know you’ve never… I couldn’t possibly be the one to take that from you… knowing what you know— it feels like I’d be taking advantage.”

She laughed, and he couldn’t help but smile. Her laugh sounded like the softest bells, like twinkling starlight. If he wasn’t careful, he could get himself into some serious trouble with this one. 

“Seriously, Elirah.” He shook the grin free. “And I can’t… I cant be yours, not completely, not the way that humans do. I can’t—“

“Who ever said I wanted that?”

He blinked at her. 

“I’m not stupid, Venti. Your loyalty is to your people, and mine is to my Archon.” She grinned at the way he inwardly cringed a little. “I’m not asking for your hand in marriage, I’m asking you to let me have my first time with someone I trust, and who I know won’t hurt me.”

“By the seven, can you get any more perfect?” He cussed under his breath as he stared at her in bewilderment. 

She quirked an eyebrow at his choice of phrase, and he couldn’t help but break out in a fit of giggles. 

“Sorry, it's a bad habit of mine.” He snorts. “It comes with pretending for so long.”

She shushed him with a grin, and he let her pull him back into her.

“Shut up and kiss me, Barbatos.” She said against his lips. 

“As you wish.” He grinned. 

—————-

“Never have I ever… been skinny dipping.”

Eli laughed. “Seriously, Kaveh? Never?” She took a sip of her drink. 

Kaveh chuckled, his face flushed. “I’ve never had the opportunity!” 

“Well, we’ll have to rectify that,” Elirah said with a smile and a wink. It was only until after Kavehs flush spread down to his chest that she realized the sexual connotation behind that comment, but it was too late to take it back. Besides…. Kaveh, naked, splashing around in the water, laughing and glistening in the moonlight? Yeah, she wouldn’t complain about that one bit. 

To no surprise, Tighnari and Cyno both took a healthy sip of their drinks, but even Elirah gawked when Alhaitham took a sip. 

“You?” Kaveh beat her to it, exclaiming in shock. “You’re so uptight I’m surprised you even shower naked, let alone swim where anyone can see you!” 

“You and I both know I’ve caught you staring at me fresh out of the shower more than enough times for you to realize there really is nothing beneath that towel, Kaveh.”

Kaveh sputters, face now the attractive shade of a tomato, while everyone else laughs lightheartedly. Though she and Alhaitham aren’t on the best of terms still, even she can admit that Alhaitham’s physical appearance would be… distracting to say the least, especially having to see it every morning and night. It’s a shame it came attached to such an infuriating personality. 

The Wanderer returns from the kitchen with another platter of drinks, setting them down at the low coffee table they were all sat around. 

“What did I miss?” He asked Eli. 

Eli absentmindedly takes another sip of her drink, despite the round being over. “Hmm. Kaveh has never been skinny dipping, though surprisingly Alhaitham has, and we all learned that Kaveh is indeed human, and immune to the charms of ‘Haithams rippling pectorals.”

If she noticed Alhaitham’s subtle flush at her choice of words, she didn’t make a comment. 

The Wanderer smirks, sitting down next to Eli and raising his cup in Kavehs direction. 

“To Kaveh’s humanity.” He said dryly.

They all raised their glasses in mock cheers, laughing with Kaveh as his neck returned to its normal colour. 

They’re all a little looser, more pliant, many rounds of drinks and laughter being the best explanation. Maybe its also because at their core, these people are friends. Despite their differences, past fights, present grudges, they care about each other, and a chance like this to unwind doesn’t come by very often. 

Kaveh turns to Cyno, nudging him with his arm. “Hey, I think it's your turn.”

Cyno rubs his hands together excitedly, his helm long been tossed aside so that Tighnari may play with his hair freely, as he tends to do when inebriated. 

“Never have I ever….” He hums, thinking on his choice. “Ah! Never have I ever had sexual relations with someone of a higher status than me, be it social, financial, political status, or otherwise.” 

Elirah watched as Tighnari took a sip from his glass without ever breaking eye contact from Cyno, and she supposed that the general Mahamatra was of higher status than most people in Sumeru. She held back a snicker at the way Cyno’s face twisted in fluster. 

Both Kaveh and Alhaitham looked away from each other as they took their sips, and Elirah attempted to do the math on that one. 

They had to have slept together at least once, their chemistry was undeniable, despite the bickering. For Alhaitham, he would have had to sleep with Kaveh during their akademiya years for Kaveh to count as someone of a higher status, and for Kaveh, he would have had to sleep with Alhaitham….

Does the scribe count as a higher position than the light of kshahrewar? Or does that mean… if he’s slept with him recently, the acting grand sage certainly has a higher status than most everyone in Sumeru. 

Or perhaps she’s reading too far into things, they could be drinking for entirely different reasons, and she’s just a pervert for thinking about this so much. 

Finally, she realizes she has to take a sip, and as she does, everyone turns to her in their own respective shock. 

“…what?” 

Kaveh coughs, and Cyno looks to Tighnari in a silent plea. The fox sighs, and sits up to speak. 

“Well, its just that you are a very dedicated person to your archon, Elirah, I don’t think any of us would have expected you to uh… even have done something like that.”

She scoffs, taking another absentminded sip of her drink. 

“No, seriously, I have to know,” Kaveh said, leaning over the coffee table. “There’s not many people who have a higher status than the dendro archons right hand. Except maybe her left one,” he looks to The Wanderer, whose cheeks flush. 

“Certainly wasn’t me.” 

Elirah laughed and nudged his shoulder, which only deepened his flush. She found this curious, but let the matter be. 

“Who…” Kaveh looked around, glancing to Cyno before shaking his head, and then pointedly looking between Elirah and Alhaitham. 

“Whatever you’re thinking, stop right now, because you couldn’t be farther from the truth.” Alhaitham said, with zero emotion. 

Elirah scoffed, As if I would sleep with him in the first place. But in the deepest, darkest parts of her mind, a tiny voice whispered. “As if he would ever sleep with you.” 

Kaveh laughed, “yeah I knew that was a long shot.” He slammed his hands on the table, “seriously, Eli, Who!?” 

She flushed, fiddling with her vision on her hip. She stared at it a bit longingly, and debated whether or not she should tell the truth. 

The Wanderer beat her to it. “You didn’t.”

She turned inwards on herself, her cheeks warming once more. 

“Ugh, you did, didn’t you?”

“What?” Kaveh nearly screeched, “who?” 

Everyone was watching her now, waiting for the Wanderer to elaborate. 

“She fucked the goddamn bard.”  He sighed softly, shaking his head with his fingers pressing to his temples.  

Kaveh’s nose scrunched up in confusion. “What?”

“The Anemo Archon, you numbskull, Elirah slept with Barbatos.”  

All hell seemed to break loose as both Cyno and Tighnari immediately broke into a flurry of rushed questions, and Kaveh started waving his hands in the air while he screeched in drunken stupor. 

The only person who wasn’t surprised seemed to be Alhaitham who— when their eyes met for the briefest of moments, only gave her a slight nod, as if to say “well done.”

“What was it like?” Kaveh’s question broke through the noise, and she laughed a little. 

“It was just like sex with anyone else? Although, the archons have this… intensity about them. I’ll admit, I was extremely upset when I received my anemo vision. I had prayed endlessly for a dendro vision to feel more connected with Lord Kusanali. But after spending… time with the anemo archon, I think I understand why I was chosen for the gift of anemo after all.” She was rambling to cover her embarrassment, but every word was true. 

“Wow… you’re kind of incredible, Elirah, do you know how many people dream of having a singular encounter with a god like that? I mean—“

“Singular?” The Wanderer scoffed. “Knowing what I know, that air headed bard took one look at our girl, and decided once just wasn’t enough.”

Elirah tried no to think too terribly hard about the way he said our girl. Was she truly theirs? What was in this alcohol? 

Her flush must have been mistaken for confirmation, which wasn’t inaccurate, and Kaveh slammed his fists on the table once more. 

“WHAT?!”

——

A small cloaked figure stands on a hill, overlooking the valley below. 

The rain pours down, hard enough to soak through to the bone, and to anyone else, it would have been enough to rack shivers throughout one's body, causing that dreaded internal ache that one feels when a sickness is creeping upon them.

The figure stood deathly still, waiting for movement in the encampment below. It had taken her many weeks to find this place, but at last she stood before it. 

A flicker of movement caught her eye, and she could almost hear a faint whisper, as if someone was trying to call her away, away from her mission. 

She charged through the moonlight, more silent than the windless mare jivari and just as deadly. 

The movement that had caught her eye was none other than her target, and she reveled in the destruction she would bring him. 

This fatui grunt and his fellow sinners weren’t the ones who gave the order, but they were the ones who carried it out. She’d find the one who’s made the decision to slaughter her parents soon enough, and they too would know the sharpest edges of her spear. 

Her vision burned at her hip, and in the back of her mind she noted how that was a strange feeling, that anemo never burned before. 

The whispering grew louder, more voices, more warnings, more attempts to pull her back, but the blood rushing in her ears was too loud. 

Though she had not yet reached 16 years of age, the girl spent the majority of her waking hours honing her skills for the day that she may have to protect her Archon from imminent danger. This was her duty, and she lived and breathed it. 

The camp stood no chance, really. 

In the aftermath, she looked around with heavy breaths as the memories of what she had just done flashed before her eyes. She’d never stolen the breath from someone’s chest before, but watching that man's eyes widen in panic as his hands clutched his throat brought a joy to her soul that she’d never known before. 

The whispers and warnings had died the moment blood touched her spear, and now she stood alone, only the sound of the rain to soothe her racing mind. 

She should feel relieved, she felt joy when taking that man's life, she enacted her revenge. So why did it still hurt? Why did the hole in her heart still throb with the emptiness she so desperately tried to fill? 

She looked around at the destruction she’d created. 

No, this isn’t what she needed. 

The mask began to slip, and she felt the first tear fall down her rain soaked face. 

She crumpled to the ground and began to sob, clutching at herself desperately as if she was going to fall apart. 

She didn’t want this. All she wanted was to feel the loving embrace of her mother again, smell her sweet padisarah perfume, hear her fathers booming laughter and see the twinkle in his eyes as he held the two people closest to him. 

Her body ached now, and the gut wrenching sobs continued as the rain poured harder. It felt as though it would never end. Like she would be trapped in this state of agony forever more. 

Suddenly, and much to her surprise, a warmth spread from her chest outward, seemingly wrapping her in an embrace that felt much like her mothers, only this one was ethereal. 

It numbed her all over, ceasing her shivers as she closed her eyes and basked in its glow. 

It was comforting, smelled like the dandelion wine her father loved to have imported, like a cloudless summer day. It felt like a warm breeze was caressing her skin, and she found herself slipping into it, slowly losing consciousness. 

“I know, I know.” A soft, melodic voice said, though seemingly far away from her as her eyes grew heavier. “You didn’t listen, we tried to warn you.” 

Warm hands held her aching body, and she fell into this ethereal presence and its embrace, too exhausted to care anymore. 

“Not everything must be a lesson to learn, but you’ve certainly learned yours, haven’t you, little one?” 

She found herself nodding, tears still streaming silently as her consciousness truly began to slip away. 

“Let’s get you back to your patron,” the voice said, warbled and fading. “She’s awfully worried about you.” 

——

“If you weren’t so godsdamned irritating, I’d actually have to commend you on your work fixing up the akademiya, Acting Grand Sage.”

She’d come here to drink with Kaveh. She’d come here to gossip with her best friend and unwind and not think about how much she loathed Alhaitham, but yet here she was. 

“Elirah—“

“No, really. If I didn’t know you were such a control freak, I actually might have guessed that you’d been slacking off on your duties, maybe letting everyone else handle your job for you.” She took another sip of her wine. “But we all know that despite your laziness, your arrogant need for complete perfection outweighs anything else.”

“Eli, I—“

“The akademiya has always been a cesspool of proud, ignorant know it alls who think that they’re better than everyone else, solely because they’re more well off than most. At least with you at the helm, maybe they’ll actually have some merit behind them!” Sarcasm dripped from her lips, her fury at him knowing no rest. 

She usually kept herself together for Kaveh’s sake. Tighnari and Cyno too. But Kaveh was running late with a potential client, and Alhaithams house was quiet and dark save for the candle lighting up the living room where they sat. He at least got her some of his expensive wine, which is half of what she came here for in the first place. 

She opened her mouth to speak once more, but he cut her off this time, silencing her with two words. 

“I’m sorry.” 

She blinked at him, and looked down at her cup. What was in the alcohol this man buys? Was it hallucinogenic?

“I’m sorry, Elirah.” He said once more. 

She narrowed her eyes at him in suspicion, though her traitorous heart fluttered in her chest. 

“Why?” She said simply. 

“Why am I sorry?” He seemed like he wanted to quip a less than appropriate retort at her, but caught himself and took a deep breath instead. 

“I shouldn’t have said what I said that night in the tavern.” He sighed. “It was wrong, and incredibly cruel of me, and I apologize.”

“Why did you say it?” Her voice sounded smaller than she wanted it to, and she cursed herself mentally, thrice for it. 

He looked pained as he searched for the words, and she found that rather ironic, considering his area of study. 

“I… was frustrated.” He said slowly. “You were angry, lashing out at me, and even though I knew your emotions were valid, something about the way you were acting had me feeling so… irrational.” 

She stayed silent, not wanting to spook off this rare and honest Alhaitham. 

“You had no where to place your anger, and I knew tossing it in my direction was your easiest choice, but…” he paused, and for a moment she thought his face might look a little flushed in the candle light. 

“Seeing you so angry with me set off this deep, disgusting emotional reaction inside of me, and like a child, I acted out, wanting to give you something to truly be angry about.” 

His words hit her with the force of a charging sumpter beast. 

Alhaitham made a bad decision based purely on emotions? No fucking way.

“You…”

“Yes,” he said, taking a healthy swallow of his wine. “For some reason, you are one of the few people in this world able to set me off in ways I find completely illogical and unacceptable. Much to my dismay…”

He trailed off, watching as Elirah stood from her seat on the couch and walked around the coffee table towards him. In the low candlelight, she stood before him, much closer than they had been in months. 

She was so small compared to him, stood between his relaxed legs, she was still able to meet his gaze head on, watching his eyes search hers for answers she didn’t even think she had. 

She raised her hand, and for a moment he thought she might strike him again. 

His breath hitched when her palm cupped the side of his face with a gentleness he was not expecting. 

The warm glow of the candle bounced off her long pink hair, backlighting her with an ethereal glow. It reflected in the warm orange rimming his pupils, and she stared at the glimmer there for longer than she meant to. 

“You make me act irrationally, Elirah.”

“As you’ve said, Alhaitham.” 

“I’m only reminding you because I’m not entirely certain what I’ll do if you keep touching me like this much longer.” He breathed. 

“Oh?” Her face was serene and neutral, with a slight quirk of her brow now. “Like what?”

Her other hand slid to cup the opposite cheek, a gentle kind of touch he’d not allowed since archons know when. 

“Like this?”

She applied the slightest bit of pressure, raising his head ever so slightly, and something snapped. 

His hands rushed her hips, pulling her into his lap with record speed, and brought her face so close that their noses brushed against each other. 

His breathing was heavy and labored as his gaze shifted from her eyes to her lips and back up again. 

“Tell me to stop, tell me you don’t want this.” His hands squeezed at the flesh on her hips, like he was begging her to do anything but. 

“No,” she said. “Never.” 

“I’m serious, Elirah.” Their lips brushed now, and she swallowed a whimper. “Push me away and tell me never to touch you again. Tell me you don’t want this or I don't know what I’ll do.”

Her hands slid from his cheeks to the back of his neck, and he groaned, deep and low in his chest as she ran her fingernails through the trimmed hair at the nape. 

“I want this,” she whispered into his open, panting mouth. “I’ve wanted this.” 

The fraying cord inside him truly snapped, and he devoured her with a desperation he’d not known since… well he didn’t have time to think about the last time he felt this way. 

Not with the way she met his kiss with fervor, consuming like he was a shining oasis and she was a dying traveler wandering in the desert. 

She ground herself into his lap and moaned into the kiss, panting as his right hand moved from her hip and wound itself in the hair at the back of her head, holding her to him so that he may take from her mouth as he pleased. 

He could feel his control ebbing away, and his mind felt like a wetland after a cool evening of rain, a deep fog rolled over and cloaked his senses in her, her, nothing but her. 

The front door slammed shut, and the moment broke as they turned and saw Kaveh standing wide eyed in the foyer, the key he always seemed to forget dangling in his limp hand as he stared at the two people on the couch.

“I mean….” Kaveh swallowed hard, tongue darting out to wet his lips as his eyes flashed between them. “Don’t stop on my account.” 

——————

“Some of my Watchers found it during their last tour through here, and thankfully they had the sense to wait and tell me about it before they went too deep.”

Tighnari led the group deep into the northern parts of Devantaka Mountain, sidestepping plants and jumping gnarled tree roots with practiced ease. 

It was a brief lull in everyone’s respective responsibilities, and Tighnari suggested a group trip to explore a cave opening that had recently been discovered, with interesting flora and elemental energy thrumming within. 

“To bring us closer together as friends,” the fox had said. Surely he had no idea how close she, Alhaitham and Kaveh had become over the span of a wine fueled night, but that was irrelevant. 

Elirah shook the thoughts from her head, earning a quirked eyebrow from Cyno. She smiled sheepishly at him and continued her trek through the marsh, avoiding deeper points in the water and suspicious looking plants as Tighnari did. 

Kaveh rushed up to the front of the group where she was keeping pace with the fox, and linked his arm into hers. 

“I need your support right now, or I’ll fall and ruin this cloak.” He said with a chuckle. 

“Why not lean on Alhaitham?” Tighnari called out behind him, jumping over a fallen tree. “Surely he’s more sturdy than poor Eli.”

She tried not to roll her eyes. “I’m perfectly sturdy!” 

“Yeah!” Kaveh said defensively, though his grin was still present. “Plus, I can’t guarantee whether ‘Haitham would just let me fall or not!” 

Behind them, Alhaitham grumbled something to Cyno, who in turn just shrugged with a smile. 

“Haitham, huh.” Eli grinned, voice low enough just to tease Kaveh. 

“Shut up!” He hissed under his breath. “You started it, it's just in my head now.”

“Mhmmm.” Eli said, walking a bit slower to make sure he didn’t slip. 

“So,” he pulled her a bit closer as they walked. “Are we going to talk about it?”

“Talk about what?” Elirah genuinely asked. 

Kaveh groaned. “Please don’t make me say it.”

“Oh,” she said, looking up at him. “If you don’t even want to say it, what’s there to talk about? I’m fine if you are.” 

He looked down at her, their respective height differences more evident now than ever, it seemed. “I’m fine, its just—“

“What are we talking about?” 

They screamed, jolting apart as Tighnari was suddenly in front of them, having stopped his trek ahead to let them catch up. The fox lived for drama and gossip, and his tail swished subtly as he looked back and forth between the two of them. 

“No, nothing.” Kaveh said. “We’re not talking about anything.” 

Elirah blinked at him but said nothing, following Kaveh’s lead despite not understanding why he was so adamant. Tighnari was extremely perceptive, and would definitely find out eventually. 

“Alright, well we’ve made it.” He said, gesturing at a disturbed pile of rubble. The entrance was just large enough that Elirah could crouch through if she ducked, and she snickered a bit thinking about how Alhaitham and Kaveh were going to fit through. 

“I’ll go first, just to make sure it’s safe.”

Tighnari flattened his ears to his head and ducked into the hole, squeezing his shoulders tight before disappearing into the relative darkness within. 

After a few tense moments, the group outside heard a faint “Clear!” Before they all released a relieved exhale. 

“After you,” Alhaitham said, gesturing at the tight squeeze. 

“Yeah,” Kaveh scoffed. “You just want us all in first so we can’t watch you struggle to fit!” 

Alhaitham crossed his arms over his broad chest, the faintest glimmer of a smirk hinting at his lips. “What, like I struggled to fit in—“ 

“AHBAH BAP BAHHH!” Kaveh blabbered, quickly shoving his hands across Alhaithams mouth. “Shut the fuck up, right now. No.”

Cyno looked to Elirah. “Do I even want to ask?”

She deadpanned, looking at the two who were still silently bickering with one another. 

“No, you probably don’t.”

“That’s it!!” Kaveh nearly screeched, pushing Alhaitham back a bit. “I’m going in, you can do and say whatever you please when I’m out of earshot, thank you.” 

Kaveh grabbed the loose ends of his cloak and tucked them close to his chest as he muttered about potential stains, and crouched and shoved his way into the entrance— albeit less than elegantly. 

“I’ll go so I can help you through, it looks like there's a bit of a drop.” Cyno said, taking off his helm before tucking it under his arm and shouldering his way through the entrance. 

“Thank you,” she said as he walked past, eyeing Alhaitham pointedly. “What a gentleman.”

Alhaitham rolled his eyes and watched as Cyno disappeared into the entrance. 

Elirah stepped up towards the hole and paused, suddenly feeling a bit nervous, despite knowing Cyno was on the other side of the darkness, waiting to aid her through. 

Warm hands appeared at her sides, and Alhaithams warm breath brushed against her ear as he leaned behind her. 

“Scared?”

“No.” She said, “Just taking my time.” 

“Well, don’t take too long,” he said, the faintest smile slipping through his tone. “They might wonder what we’re doing up here.” 

“You’re awfully bold these days.” She said, ignoring the heat pooling south. 

“You have that effect on more than just me these days, Elirah.” 

She scoffed. “He just wanted support through the marsh, Alhaitham. No need to be jealous.” 

“He wanted his hands on you somehow, Elirah.” He said, squeezing her waist. “I'm sure he’ll find more opportunities to keep them there. As will I.”

She huffed, rolling her eyes at the insatiable nature of the two men these last couple days. Like horny teenagers. She thought. 

She steadied herself and ducked into the entrance, finding it to be a small tunnel that dropped off into more darkness, but cynos electro vision glowed faintly just a foot below her eye line, 

“Here,” he said, holding out a hand. “I’ve got you.”

Elirah took his hand, feeling the warmth of his other support the small of her back as she jumped down from the small ledge. 

What was with these men and treating me like glass these days? She thought. It’s not as if she’d never been exploring before. She was more than capable of taking care of herself, but despite that, some part of her was enjoying the attention. 

“Go find those two,” Cyno said, his hands slipping from her. “I’ll wait and make sure he gets through.”

She nodded, using the sound of Kaveh’s voice to guide her through the cavern. 

It was thin and tunnel-like, jagged, wet rock lining the walls, and the humidity was surprisingly high—making her feel uncomfortable just within the minute she’d been down here. 

The tunnel widened out into a deeper opening, and she stopped to gawk at the beauty of the sight before her. 

A natural underground reservoir, water crisp and clear in a deep pool surrounded by hundreds of what were the most beautiful glowing flowers Elirah had ever seen. 

Kaveh stood at the edge of the water, he too seemed enraptured by their beauty. 

They were a deep, luscious shade of pink, almost the very same as Elirah’s hair. Five large petals that looked as if they were made of rich velvet, just begging to be touched. The core of each flower had three large stem like protrusions, each tapered off and coated with what looked like an obscene amount of pollen, so much so that it clumped in light, fluffy balls around them. 

Elirah followed Kaveh to a bundle of the gorgeous flowers close to the waters edge. They illuminated the entire cavern, casting everything in a perfect pink hue, and she giggled when Kaveh looked at her with bewilderment in his eyes. 

Tighnari was kneeling at at patch of the flowers on the other side of the water bed, murmuring to himself. 

“Bioluminescent, and such a vibrant pink. Where have I heard of this before?” He scratched the back of his head before pulling a book out of his satchel, presumably a guide on rare flora. 

Kaveh and Elirah turned their attention back to the flowers in front of them. 

“They look so soft…” Kaveh said, his hands shifted as he reached for the velvet petals of the flower closest to him. 

Just as his fingertips brushed the petal, Tighnari called out a startled, “SHIT! WAIT!”

The flower curled in on itself, petals closing up before they launched back outwards with a soft *poof!*

And the chain reaction started. Each of the hundreds, if not thousands of delicate flowers all curled up and shot their pollen into the air, one after another, until the air was so thick with it that they couldn’t even see. 

It coated their lungs as Tighnari screamed for them to get to the water, but at that point it was already too late. 

The three of them rushed to the reservoir, throwing themselves in the water and submerging completely. Elirah stayed beneath the cool water until her lungs burned with the need for oxygen, and she risked rising up towards the surface.

Tighnari and Kaveh were already standing, coughing water and pollen from their lungs, dripping in pink pollen and soaked to the bone. 

“Are you both alright?” Tighnari asked, stepping closer. 

His overshirt was soaked, clinging to his upper body and showcasing the lean, lithe torso that Elirah had never noticed before. 

She turned to Kaveh, who’s white shirt was doing absolutely nothing to cover his torso after being soaked through, and she could see the faintest marks still decorating his pectorals as his shirt clung to his chest and abdominals. 

Elirahs skin grew hot, so very hot. They looked divine, and her knees felt weak. Wait, what is happening?

“Tighnari?” Cyno suddenly appeared at the opening of the cavern, Alhaitham in tow. “What happened, I heard you yell!” 

Tighnari’s eyes raked along Cynos entire body, and he slowly came to the bed of the reservoir, gripping the natural stone edge until his knuckles strained against his gloves. 

“Coolielust lotus.” Tighnari’s breath grew heavy, and his voice was strained. “A shit ton of Coolielust lotus pollen just exploded in our faces.” 

“What the hells is a Coolielust lotus?!” Kaveh exclaimed. 

“It’s an extremely rare flower thought to be extinct, it normally grew in desert oases, not in the jungle!” Tighnari said. 

“It’s also the most powerful aphrodisiac in the world,” Alhaitham said emotionlessly. “And you were just exposed to what looks to be enough to dose an entire city.” 

——-

[liviavanrouge]

Mines

Not Yours

Livia: *Stares as Nilou pulled her away*

Nilou: *Smiles at her then points up* Look!

Livia: *Looks up, her eyes widening at the fireworks exploding in the air*

Nilou: *Looks at the fireworks then perks up feeling someone behind her*

Livia: *Leans down slightly, holding a rose* Here..

Nilou: Oh..thank you

But Mines

Livia: *Stares down at Nilou, her face red* N-Nilou

Nilou: *Frowns, keeping Livia caged in* You've been avoiding me..

Nilou: Why?

Livia: Nilou, I've been busy helping Cyno

Cuno: *Pops into view* Nope, try again

Livia: Tighnari

Tighnari: *Pops up behind Cyno, a hand on his hip* Girl, you lyin'

Livia: Kaveh and Al-

Kaveh: *Pops up next with Alhaitham* Hm, hm, hm, you lying...

Livia: Damn it...

Not Yours

Cecila: *Smiles, hugging Livia's arm* Come on, Livy!

Nilou: *Stares silently, Candace beside her*

Dehya: She does not give up, does she?

Candace: That's what I said

Livia: *Walks with Cecila, sighing in annoyance*

Nilou: *Looks away disappointed*

But Mines

Nilou: *Smiles. pulling Livia after her*

Nilou: *Steps into the water* Come on!

Livia: *Looks at the water distaste fully* Alright...

Livia: *Steps into the water, cringing at her soaked feet*

Nilo: *Smiles and pulls Livia closer, smiling up at her*

Livia: *Smiles slightly*

I'm sorry that you seem to be confused

Cecila: *Stares at Nilou with Livia* H-Haha..who's this?

Nilou: *Hugs Livia's arm, looking at Cecila*

Cecila: What-

Nilou: *Pulls Livia away* There's a place I wanna show you!

Livia: *Smiles amused, running after her* Alright, let's go...

Nilou: *Smiles up at her, Cecila watching them go*

She belongs to me

Nilou: *Perks up hearing an explosion* Huh?

Dehya: What the?

Livia: *Walks out of a lab, her eyes glowing dangerously, a polearm in her hand*

Nilou: Livy?

Cyno: Livia, Nilou gave them some of her hair for their experiment

Kaveh: There was no need for an explosion!

Livia: *Grumbles, glaring at the frightened people on the ground*

This girl is mine

Nilou: *Yawns and stretches* Livy..

Livia: *Appears in the middle of the room then walks over* Tired?

Nilou: *Nods and sits on the bed*

Livia: *Kneels down, taking her shoes off* Alrighty...

Nilou: Can we just sleep tonight

Livia: *Grabs her and lays down* That's all you had to say

Nilou: *Smiles and falls asleep, Livia's arms tightening around her*

@queen-of-twisted @writing-heiress @marrondrawsalot @abyssthing198 @zexal-club @yukii0nna @teddymochi @pekoetiikapu

[anahida]

Asta (@madamofthestars's OC) x Cyno

[neeuqiakeht]

Tighnari, on the phone with Cyno: wait how many times have you kissed Y/N?

Tighnari: ...yeah I don’t think that’s a bromance.

[gaslynn]

MODERN!Tighnari x oc

https://www.wattpad.com/story/348009053-delusion-modern-tighnari-x-oc

SO.. I’m currently writing a mordern tighnari x oc wattpad story! There will be drama, angst and a lot of gang stuff.

Description:

"Rule number one, Tighnari. Don't fall in love with your enemy"

Yoshi 'Karma' Raiden was 'known' as a cold hearted hacker girl that's part of the Fatui.

The Fatui were a group of delinquents inside and outside of school and were highly feared around the school and city.

What happens when the Fatui falls apart and Yoshi has to seek help from others?

[numbuh666]

Omg, I actually like this

[allovertheplace-art]

Art dump! Art dump!

I have more art, but I'm saving it for a future post :3

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