#everyones moved on to kaveh? i think is his name with alhaitham

[heliosunny]

Since you did the Honkai 3rd boys for Lucky egg, how about Otto for this series if it's okay? I can already smell the scary shit this man bout to do 😭

If not him then either Kaveh or Alhaitham will do (I hope it isn't demanding, I genuinely enjoy your writing and the lucky egg series)

LUCKY EGG

Yandere!Otto Apocalypse x Reader

No one really knew where the machine came from. One day, it just appeared, gleaming under the spring sun in the city’s central square. Children clustered around it. Teenagers lined up. Even adults gathered to watch it.

“Lucky Egg Dispenser– A Companion Chosen by Fate.”

That was all.

Everyone said it was harmless fun. A magical pet, maybe a servant, maybe something more. It was all random, luck and chance.

You tried your luck. You didn’t expect much, but when you turned the crank, a shimmering white-gold egg rolled into your hands. Something about it made your heart whisper: this is yours.

But trouble noticed too.

“Oh. Wow. That’s a good one.”

You turned. Seraphina D’Argent. You recognized her instantly, the polished shoes, the designer coat, the effortless arrogance. She was flanked by two assistants, a chauffeur hovering behind her.

She held her own egg, dull and brown, with a couple of jagged marks across its shell.

Her eyes locked on yours.

“Well, looks like the machine glitched.”

“Uh. No, I don’t think so.”

She laughed a little, tucking her hair behind her ear. “No offense, but... I don’t think you’re the type it was meant for. Why don’t we trade?” She held out her egg like it was a generous offer.

You shook your head. “I don’t think it works that way. I think... the egg chooses. Not the other way around.”

“I wasn’t asking.”

Before you could react, her assistant stepped forward and reached out. You took a step back, but the man was quick. He grabbed your wrist and pried the egg from your hand.

“Don’t make a scene,” Seraphina said. “It’s not worth the trouble. I can give you mine, and maybe even pay you for the inconvenience, alright?”

You looked at the cracked egg she shoved into your hands. It was colder. But you knew what would happen if you resisted further. Her father owned half the district. The other half owed him favors.

So you said nothing.

“Good choice.”

She walked off, cradling the egg like it was her birthright.

You were left standing there with the egg and the quiet, awful sense that something important had been taken from you.

The next three days passed in a blur.

You brought the egg home, uncertain if anything would hatch at all. But it did, one morning, as sunlight streamed through your window.

A boy sat on the floor, staring up at you. He looked delicate, but there was something old in the way he moved.

“My name is Joachim” he said. “I was sent to you.”

In that same day, in the grand marble atrium of the D’Argent estate, your egg hatched.

Otto Apocalypse opened his eyes, and he immediately sensed it, something viscerally wrong.

“You’re even more beautiful in person!” Seraphina said, stepping toward him. “I knew you were special. I just knew it.”

Otto’s expression didn’t change. He tilted his head. “You are..?”

By nightfall, the D’Argent estate was silent. Otto stood amidst shattered glass and blood-slick marble, dabbing at the crimson staining his collar with the same detached precision one might use to brush away dust.

You woke that night with a chill creeping down your spine.

Joachim sat at the foot of your bed, his eyes locked on the door as if expecting something to burst through. When he noticed you stirring, his voice came out low.

“Is something wrong?”

You swallowed. “No… nothing.”

---- Joachim wasn’t like a normal child. From the moment he hatched, there was a strange, almost eerie intelligence in him, like his thoughts were always two steps ahead of yours.

He learned quickly. Within days, he began handling small things for you: running errands to the corner shop, organizing books, even fixing the broken kitchen drawer. It was easy to forget sometimes that he’d come from an egg, like a pet or a servant. He felt like a… quiet constant in your life.

But something had changed lately.

He became tense when walking past the windows. He’d pause, tilt his head slightly, then resume as if calculating something. At first, you thought he was just daydreaming.

Then one afternoon, when he came back from picking up tea and milk, he stopped in the doorway.

“There was someone standing by the side of the house” he said, “They disappeared when I got close.”

You looked up from your book. “Did you see who it was?”

“No,” Joachim answered. “But they stood very still. Like they were watching.”

You frowned and went to the window, pulling aside the curtain.

The yard was empty. Just wind, rustling leaves, and the streetlamp flickering in the distance.

“There’s no one out there.”

Joachim didn’t move from the doorway. “They left when I arrived. But they’ll come back...”

You looked over at him, startled by the certainty in his tone.

That night, the house felt unusually quiet.

Dinner passed in the usual way. Joachim always ate exactly enough, no more, no less. You noticed the way he glanced at the window now and then, but he didn’t speak of it again.

Later, after the dishes were done and the rain had started to fall gently against the windows, you curled up on the couch with one of his new books. It wasn’t anything you would’ve picked, honestly—Foundations of Probability and Chaos in Structured systems. You didn’t even know where he’d found it, but when you asked what he wanted from the bookstore, he pointed right at it.

Now, he sat curled neatly on the floor beside you, his hands in his lap. He didn’t look at you while you read, but you could tell he was listening.

You cleared your throat and continued:

“‘In a system without outside interference, patterns tend to stabilize. But when an unpredictable variable is introduced, one with high entropy, the structure begins to break down. Not due to internal failure, but because the system was never built to handle chaos masquerading as control.’”

You paused. Glanced down.

Joachim looked… content, somehow. As if this cold logic brought him comfort in a way emotion never could.

“You really like this stuff, huh?”

He nodded slightly. “Because it explains things people don’t want to explain. Most people are afraid of patterns breaking.”

You stared at him for a moment. His words weren’t childish at all.

“You’re a little scary sometimes” you said, but smiled as you said it.

He looked up at you. “I’m only trying to protect what matters.”

You reached over and ruffled his hair.

“Sleep soon.” you said, closing the book.

Joachim gave a quiet nod. “Yes. But we should check the locks again.”

“Still thinking about the person from earlier?”

“Yes...”

Far from your house, beneath the cover of dusk and rain, Otto walked. He knew you were near. He could feel you. The first one to touch the egg. He couldn't be wrong.

----

You had spent the morning tidying up. Joachim, of course, had taken one of his usual errands to the bookstore. You’d given him a pouch to pay for whatever he likes.

You were just rinsing out a cup when you heard the latch on the door click.

You turned, half expecting to see Joachim. Instead, there was a man.

He stood just inside your living room. His hair, impossibly blonde, looked like it was spun from fine thread.

You stumbled back, “Who are—how did you get in here?”

“Don’t be afraid,” he said, “It’s me. I’m home.”

You had never seen this man in your life.

“Get out!” you said, reaching behind you blindly for the knife.

“Please,” he murmured, coming closer. “It’s me. Otto. Don’t you remember? From the machine?”

“No, I never... You’re not supposed to be here!”

“You’re confused. It’s alright. I can explain everything. Once you remember—”

Before he could finish, something heavy slammed into his temple.

A book, held by Joachim, struck Otto hard enough to knock him sideways.

“Stranger-”

You stood there frozen, while Otto groaned faintly on the floor. You couldn’t believe he was already getting up—as if a direct hit to the head meant nothing to him.

“He’ll wake up soon,” Joachim added, “We need to bind him.”

You didn’t even question it. You ran to the hallway closet, dug out the old rope you’d never used, and together, you and Joachim dragged Otto’s body to the kitchen chair.

“I can explain.” he whispered.

Joachim stepped between you immediately.

“You’re not wanted here.”

Otto didn’t even look at him.

He was staring at you.

“You are my rightful owner.”

“Right... then what am I?” Joachim said.

Otto tilted his head slightly. “No one.”

Neither of you said anything for a minute.

You swallowed. “You weren’t meant for me.”

“That’s not for you to decide.”

Joachim, calm as ever, turned slightly toward you. “What do you want to do?”

You stared at Otto, who is now bound to the chair by restraints. You took a seat across from him—not too close, setting a low table and a cold cup of tea between you like some perverse peace offering.

Joachim lingered nearby, not quite at your side but close enough that his presence was a threat. His eyes never left Otto, sharp and unblinking, the way a hawk watches a wounded rabbit.

Finally, you spoke. “So you’re saying that I should accept you? How is that even possible? I already have Joachim.”

“I have to remind you that you didn’t trade your egg willingly. You hesitated because you felt the connection before reason could interfere. That’s what matters.”

“That connection doesn’t mean he belongs here.” Joachim added.

Otto glanced at him.

“I understand your role. You’re merely my replacement.” His eyes narrowed slightly. “But you’re not me.”

Otto turned his attention back to you. “I’m not here to threaten you. I just want to return to my owner.”

“By breaking into my home?”

“You didn’t exactly leave a door open for conversation.”

That stung a little. Because it wasn’t entirely wrong.

“Let me stay.”

Joachim stepped forward instantly. “No.”

You raised a hand to stop him.

Otto continued. “You don’t have to trust me immediately. You can keep the restraints. But I only want a chance to exist in the space that should have been mine.”

You looked at him for a long moment.

Joachim spoke again, quieter now. “If you let him stay, he won’t leave. You know that, right?”

“I do.” you murmured.

Otto didn’t interrupt.

You weren’t stupid. Letting him stay meant inviting a problem into your life that couldn’t be solved with locks and rules. But you also knew something else:

He had been meant for you.

That truth was quietly sitting in your chest like a weight.

The apartment lights had dimmed into their nighttime setting. Otto sat rigid in the chair, the binding cable cutting into his wrists, skin mottled from the pressure. Sweat gleamed on his neck, but he stayed silent.

You studied him. He hadn’t met your eyes since his last statement since you’d refused to answer.

Joachim lounged on the couch beside you, arms crossed, gaze locked on Otto like a sniper.

Eventually, you stood up without a word and walked over to Otto. He stiffened immediately, like prey expecting a final blow.

You adjusted the rope, just enough to ease the pressure, not enough to free him. Back on the couch, you dragged the blanket over both yourself and Joachim.

“I’m not leaving.”

Joachim shot him a glance. “Y/N doesn’t want you here.”

“They haven’t told me to leave.”

Joachim’s voice sharpened. “That’s not the same as being wanted.”

“Is that what you’re afraid of?”

You didn’t say anything else.

You were tired.

Eventually, you leaned your head on Joachim’s shoulder, and your eyes fluttered shut. The blanket shifted slightly as he adjusted to your weight. He stayed still after that.

You woke up some hours later.

It was still dark.

The two are still fighting.

“…You’re clinging to function,” Otto was saying. “Not purpose.”

Joachim replied, “Function is purpose when you’re protecting someone.”

“You’re trying to replace what was lost,” Otto said quietly. “I’m restoring what was never supposed to be taken.”

You didn’t move. You just listened.

“And what happens if Y/N picks me?”

Otto didn’t answer immediately.

“They won’t.”

Neither of them realized you were awake.

By morning, you moved around the kitchen, making two cups of coffee, one for yourself, and one you instinctively handed to Joachim, still on the couch. He accepted it, his eyes flicking to Otto every few minutes.

Otto watched the two of you.

Removing him won’t be enough.

Otto had already imagined it.

Joachim's body hit the floor with a sickening thud, his temple striking the edge of the glass coffee table. The impact sent a spiderweb of cracks through the tempered surface, jagged lines radiating from where his skull connected. Blood seeped into the carpet fibers.

The scene was almost artistic in its plausibility.

But utterly useless.

Because grief would only chain you to him tighter.

And Otto couldn’t afford your grief.

What he needed was not subtraction.

He needed displacement.

You must turn away from him yourself.

He could do that.

He had time.

Later that day, you brought Otto a protein pack and untied his hands long enough for him to eat. He didn’t try anything. Just thanked you, sincerely, then folded his hands in his lap again.

That was the first moment he touched you. And it was subtle, so subtle you might not have noticed, but Otto felt the link spark beneath the skin.

There it is.

A master-servant conduit that had never been properly formed—because he had been stolen before it could bloom.

-----

At first, you thought he’d just gone out to think. Maybe to walk, or to breathe air that didn’t belong to the same room as Joachim’s constant glares.

But when Otto didn’t return that night, you began to worry.

By the second day, worry turned into guilt.

He’d been unpredictable, yes. But he hadn’t hurt anyone. He hadn’t even resisted when you left him unattended for minutes at a time. He ate quietly. He answered your questions when asked.

Joachim noticed your silence immediately. “It’s better this way.”

You didn’t argue.

----

Elsewhere.

Otto stood under the shuddering blue glow of a fractured dungeon rift—deep beneath the outer districts.

He wiped the blood from his cheek with his sleeve.

[UNLOCKED: Chrono Reversion Core] STATUS: 9.3% charged

Otto smiled to himself.

He hadn’t given up. He had simply seen a better path.

To rewrite the moment that went wrong.

All he needed was power.

He picked up the shattered core of a high-level anomaly and watched it flicker in his hand. The energy pulsed faintly.

It would do.

He closed his fist around the core. The interface updated again.

STATUS: 11.6% charged.

Still a long way to go.

But that was fine.

He had time.

----

[Reversion Core: 32.8% CHARGED]

Still not enough.

Otto sighed through his teeth as blood dripped from his gloves.

The subject lay strapped to the surgical cradle. His body trembled under the feedback restraints, barely alive.

Otto’s hands moved with the quiet care of a man who’d done this many times before. There was no frenzy in him, just the steady, awful certainty of a task seen through. He didn’t relish the screams, but he didn’t waste them either. Pain was a language, and he listened closely.

“Why are you doing this?” the man sobbed, “Wh-What did I ever do to you?!”

“You were born on the wrong side of an equation. Nothing more.”

Then the knife moved again.

The man choked on a sob. “Please—please, you don’t have to—”

“I do. Because love, like time, must be precise. It has rules. And you, I’m afraid, are part of the cost to restore what was broken.”

The man’s scream was cut off by a surge of containment light—then silence.

The core extracted from his chest flickered in Otto’s palm like dying starlight.

He turned to the girl watching from the corner of the lab.

Her name was Kahla. Maybe 17. Otto had pulled her from a trafficker's cart three weeks ago. Collapsed from hunger, half-drugged and barely conscious. He had fed her. Given her clean clothes and a bed.

And now, she followed him.

"Did he deserve it?" she asked.

Otto looked at her for a moment. Then stepped toward her and crouched down to her level.

“Do you believe people deserve to die?”

Kahla hesitated. “I… don’t know.”

“I don’t believe in justice, Kahla. I believe in necessity. And love is the greatest necessity of all.”

“Love?”

He nodded. “There is someone I belong to. Someone the world ripped away from me. And if that world resists correction… I will break it.”

Kahla looked away.

Otto stood, wiping his gloves. “You don’t have to understand it. Only help me gather what’s needed.”

[Reversion Core: 34.9% CHARGED]

He stepped away, already calculating the next target.

He would kill for you.

Because you were worth it.

----

Days passed. Kahla and Otto worked as a team. They carried the mission together.

“You’re late”

He didn’t look up as she entered. He was elbow-deep in a man’s ribcage, carefully pulling a core from its anchoring cartilage.

Kahla didn’t answer right away.

Her breath caught in her throat when she saw the state of the chamber. Limbs twisted unnaturally. Eyes open but vacant. Several bodies strapped to the wall.

There were… eight this time.

More than usual.

Kahla swallowed. “You didn’t say you were starting.”

“I did,” he said simply. “You didn’t listen.”

Otto straightened slowly, core in hand, the heart-like organ glowing dully in the dim lab light. He turned it in his palm, admiring the structure.

“Did you know,” he said conversationally, “that pain extracted too quickly creates noise in the signal? Like static. You can only get a clean feed if they understand what’s happening. If they know they’re dying, and that no one will save them.”

He glanced at her, as if she should be taking notes.

“You want to know the difference between agony and fear?” Otto asked, moving to the next body, still breathing, barely. A woman. Mid-thirties. Her jaw had been broken at some point, it hung open at an unnatural angle.

“Agony is survival. It's the body trying to outlast itself. But fear…” He brushed hair from the woman’s forehead. “Fear is the soul realizing there’s no one left to witness it.”

Kahla tried not to gag.

Still, she didn’t leave.

Otto stepped back. “Finish her.”

Her eyes widened. “What?”

“You've seen how I do it.” he said smoothly, wiping his hands on a cloth. “You’re not helpless anymore, Kahla. If you want to live in this world, you need to learn how to remake it.”

“I didn’t ask for this.”

“And yet, here you are.” Otto turned to face her fully. “Eating from my table. Wearing my clothes. Breathing my air. You think survival doesn’t have a cost? Then you haven’t been paying attention.”

Kahla’s hands trembled as he pressed the blade into them.

She stepped forward, inch by inch, toward the woman. Her mouth trembled. “She’s… she’s still alive.”

“Exactly,” Otto said. “That’s what makes it count.”

The woman looked at Kahla.

Kahla’s hands froze midair.

“If you don’t, I’ll have to do it. And if I do… it won’t charge the core the way it should. Her pain doesn’t resonate with me anymore. But you, you’re still human. You’re still clean.”

Later, as they left the facility, Kahla’s hands still wouldn’t stop shaking. But Otto offered her a handkerchief, as if they’d just left a dinner party.

“You did well.”

“I felt her...” Kahla whispered.

“And now you’ll never forget what it takes to love someone properly.”

“That wasn’t love.”

“No,” he agreed. “That wasn’t.”

Then, with terrifying clarity, he added “But it gets me closer to them.”

[Reversion Core: 48.7% CHARGED]

Just a little more.

And time would be his to bend.

Kahla had stopped asking questions two days ago. She no longer hesitated when he pointed to a target. Her hands, once trembling, had become steady.

He praised her for it.

She had started to believe that she was important to his mission.

But as they descended into the final chamber, the place Otto had meticulously constructed to house the energy needed for the last sacrifice, she noticed.

She saw her name.

“You lied to me..”

Otto stood behind her. He only gave her a look of mild, almost weary patience.

“No. I gave you purpose. You accepted it.”

Kahla turned toward him. “I helped you. I killed for you. I trusted you.”

“And because of that,” Otto said, “you’ve made yourself valuable enough to matter in the final step.”

He gestured toward the circle.

“You should be proud. This is a far greater fate than what the slave market had in store for you.”

Kahla tried to run. Of course she did.

But he had prepared for that too.

The paralysis sigils activated before her second step. She crumpled to her knees.

“You told me I was clean,” she choked. “You said I could still stay human.”

Otto approached her quietly, stepping into the circle with her.

“And you were,” he said. “Which is why you’re perfect now.”

He knelt and held her head gently, like he had done with every victim before.

“This will be quick. You’ve already suffered enough.”

She wanted to scream. She wanted to curse him. But what came out was something smaller.

“Why? What makes them worth all of this?”

Otto didn’t hesitate.

“Simply because... of love.”

Then he plunged the blade through her chest.

The core surged with light.

[Reversion Core: 100.0% CHARGED] ACTIVATING REWRITE: SEQUENCE 002. CONFIRMED.

Otto did not feel himself die. He felt himself return.

He opened his eyes inside the dispenser room, where warm white light streamed down from overhead panels, and the capsule containing his egg was cradled gently in your hands.

His rightful master.

You tilted your head at the smooth shell. You joked softly that the color reminded you of sunlight through glass.

He could hear your voice through the walls of the egg. He knew it by heart now.

Three days later, you woke up to see the shell was cracked at the top.

The capsule hissed faintly as it opened. You blinked in the dim morning air, rubbing sleep from your eyes, unsure whether you were dreaming. You hadn't expected it to hatch today.

And a boy stepped out.

No, not a boy. A young man.

He looked straight at you.

And then he threw his arms around your waist, pressing himself against you like a child who had found his parent after being lost for days.

“Wha—hey! Easy there..” you murmured, catching yourself before pushing him away. You could feel how fast his heart was racing. He was warm.

You weren’t sure what kind of personality egg you had gotten. The ones from the machine were always a surprise. Sometimes playful, sometimes shy, sometimes downright strange. But this?

This felt like someone who had been waiting for you his entire life.

Tentatively, you placed a hand on his back. He didn’t flinch. If anything, he leaned further into your arms.

You sighed softly, letting him stay like that.

“So…” you asked after a long pause, brushing his hair out of his eyes as he looked up. “Do you already have a name, or do I have to give you one?”

“Otto Apocalypse.”

“Otto, huh?” You repeated it aloud “Alright. That sounds like someone reliable.”

He nodded once, eyes still on you. And then his body slumped.

“Wait—Otto?”

You caught him before he hit the floor. His face had gone pale, his skin slightly cold. For a horrible moment you thought you had done something wrong. Maybe you activated something. Maybe he was defective.

No, he was breathing. Just unconscious.

You rushed to check his vitals, and the system’s tiny assistant orb finally chirped a response, projected above his form.

[STATUS: Safe. Magic Core Stabilizing. Cause: Skill Exhaustion (Unclassified Use)] [Recovery Time Estimate: 3–5 Days]

“You scared the hell out of me, Otto…”

Three days passed.

You stayed beside him the entire time. You barely went to work. You fed him sips of warm broth with a straw when the assistant orb told you it was okay. You took his temperature every few hours and read aloud whatever you could—weather reports, news headlines, random pages from economics books—just to fill the silence. You didn’t know if he could hear you, but it felt wrong to let the quiet take over.

On the fourth morning, just as you were about to doze off, something tugged at your sleeve.

You opened your eyes slowly.

Otto was sitting up.

“You're awake.”

“You didn’t leave.”

“Of course I didn’t,” you muttered. “You’re mine now, remember?”

He smiled at that.

----

The kitchen was quiet except for the running water and the soft clink of plates in the drying rack. Otto stood, sleeves rolled to his elbows, washing the dishes. You watched from the doorway for a moment. He had even memorized where the towels went, how the cups stacked.

Then, thinking it’d be funny, you stepped forward without a sound and reached out to poke his side.

The moment your fingers touched him, a pulse surged through your vision.

[ANOMALY DETECTED] Subject: OTTO Danger Rating: 14.3% Redemption Sync: 03.7%

You jerked your hand back with a small gasp.

The image vanished.

Otto turned, towel in hand, blinking at you in mild surprise. “Are you alright?”

“Yeah… just static. Weird vision thing.”

Later that evening, you found him in the kitchen again, this time bent over the stove, quietly sautéing vegetables. You couldn’t help it. Despite your nerves from earlier, he looked so focused. The warmth from the stovetop lit his face, and you found yourself walking toward him again.

You reached out, brushing your fingers across the edge of his arm.

The vision came back—but stronger.

[ANOMALY DETECTED] Subject: OTTO Danger Rating: 38.9% Redemption Sync: 07.4% Event Countdown: 00:03... 00:02... 00:01...

You grabbed his shoulder and yanked him back, hard.

The moment he stumbled away from the stove, the oil pan flashed—a sudden, violent spark leaping up. The corner of the towel hanging too close to the burner caught fire instantly.

You grabbed it and shoved it into the sink, dousing it with water.

“How did you not see that?” you snapped. “It was about to go up.”

“You pulled me before it happened.”

“Exactly,” you said. “Because I saw it. There was a box or a screen or something. It showed numbers, danger level, countdowns... like a warning.”

Otto stared at you for a long moment.

“You could see it?” he asked.

“Yes. And there was another number. Redemption… sync?” You folded your arms, trying to calm your racing thoughts. “What does that even mean? Did you do something, Otto?”

He didn’t deny it.

“I don’t know how you’re seeing that. But if you are…” His eyes lowered to the floor for a moment. “Then maybe it’s not over after all.”

“Not over?”

Otto didn’t speak of it again.

After the fire, he brushed away your questions with a gentle smile and a quiet apology, claiming it must have been leftover code in your visual implants—some glitch from the hatching synchronization, perhaps. He kept washing dishes. Kept cooking your meals. He even offered to do the laundry more often.

The strange visions hadn’t come back since. Maybe it had been a fluke. Maybe your nerves were still catching up with your new life, and Otto’s presence had simply overwhelmed your system.

But Otto knew better.

That night, long after you had fallen asleep, he lay in the dark, watching the ceiling.

You were never meant to see it.

The system wasn’t supposed to show you anything. It had been keyed to him alone. But somehow, that connection between you had begun to open doors. Dangerous doors. He realized, with growing tension, that your very presence might be interfering with the karmic balance he had disrupted.

Which meant the universe hadn’t forgiven him.

And if it hadn’t forgiven him, it might be trying to punish you instead.

He couldn’t allow that.

Not you.

He turned his head toward the soft shape of you curled beneath the blanket beside him. You had fallen asleep facing him.

Otto had rewritten the world for this.

He would not let it collapse again.

He closed his eyes, slowly. Then opened the system interface within his own vision—an admin-level command screen he had buried deep, so deep it threatened to fracture what little code his form had left.

[Command Input: Search — Compatible Energy Divergence Points] [Target: Y/N] [Objective: Isolate Karma Aura Interference → Transfer Vector Options]

Names. Not all human. Some were hatching soon. Some were adults already living in the outskirts of dungeon zones or slums near defunct portal rings. But they shared something in common. A proximity in soul frequency to yours.

If he used them as substitutes then the karmic load that hunted him and bled into you could be redirected.

He would have to monitor their aura readings. Wait until one reached full compatibility. And then remove them. Completely.

Until the Redemption Sync bar returned to zero.

Only then would you both be safe.

Otto smiled to himself.

“Don’t worry,” he whispered, “I’ll clean everything up this time.”

-----

You rose early to catch the tram into Sector 3, a coffee in hand and your ID chip blinking green as you passed the checkpoints. The office wasn’t glamorous but it paid well enough, and more than that, it gave you something stable.

And when you returned home, Otto was always there.

The smell of warm food drifting from the kitchen. A towel hanging neatly where you left it. Soft slippers by the door.

But while you worked…

He also began his routine.

He mapped energy patterns, watching as candidates rippled across the system’s karmic field. None of them matched your aura completely.

One afternoon, while hanging the last of the laundry on the balcony, a name blinked across the screen in his mind.

[MATCH FOUND] Name: LYRA KREHN | Aura Type: Near-Identical] Compatibility: 99.87% Transference Potential: SUCCESS

Otto stared at it for a long moment, then quietly folded the towel in his hands and went inside.

---

His hands found her throat. She bucked against him, lips parting around a scream that never left her lungs. He adjusted his grip, thumbs pressing just so beneath her jaw. Her pulse hammered against his palms like a trapped bird. Then—slower. Slower. When her body went limp, he didn’t let go. Not until the Redemption Sync bar finally dropped.

[Redemption Sync: 0.00%] Karma Load: Fully Redirected

When he returned home that evening, the sunset painted the apartment in gold and warmth. The quiet hum of the heater filled the space, and from the kitchen, something savory simmered on the stove.

You were there, humming faintly under your breath, putting the finishing touches on dinner.

Otto slipped off his gloves, placing them quietly on the sideboard.

He moved to set the table. Each plate placed with care. Each spoon aligned.

Then, just as he reached to light the table candle, you crept up behind him.

“Wait—don’t turn around yet” you said, and giggled.

He obeyed without hesitation, closing his eyes with a faint smile.

You reached up, fingers brushing past his hair, and gently looped something around his neck.

Your handiwork. Soft, thick, woolen, a little uneven at the edges.

“Okay, you can open them now.”

He did.

It was a scarf.

“Surprise,” you said shyly. “I’ve been working on it during lunch breaks. I just… wanted to thank you. You’ve done so much for me. Really.”

For a moment, he didn’t speak.

You almost worried he didn’t like it. That maybe you had made it too short, or picked the wrong color.

But then he turned to you, slowly, and pulled you into a tight embrace.

You felt the scarf wrap gently against your cheek, still warm from your hands. His chin rested atop your head.

“I love it,” he whispered. “It’s perfect.”

You smiled, relief blooming in your chest.

In that moment, wrapped in soft wool, with your heartbeat pressed close, he thought of the girl he’d killed hours ago, the terrified look in her eyes when she reached out for mercy that never came.

It was worth it.

All of it.

For this warmth, this moment, this one soft breath against his neck.

He would do it again.

And again.

[written-with-blue-ink]

hi, would you happen to have general romantic headcanons for kaveh x alhaitham x reader? if you're not into throuples then just kaveh x reader!

Hey! Thank you so much for being my first asker! I actually love polyships and my favorite genshin ship is a poly ship so I don’t mind writing them at all. I also wrote some 18+ headcanons but didn't add them here bc they didn't fit the ask of "general romantic". If you would like them, feel free to send another ask :)

They will stay awake with you when you have to stay up all night on a project, helping you with reading, citations, or just doing their own work with you

Study dates, all the time. Kaveh brings little desserts for you guys during these and if either of you need books, Alhaitham will get up and get them for you before you even have the chance to move your chair

Alhaitham won’t say he made dinner for y’all, but he will tell you he has leftovers if you want them

Kaveh though makes enough food for an army, he shares his love this way and wants you two to know that. 

Kaveh makes the best cup of chai. He makes it for you and Alhaitham every morning with a kiss on the cheek

He also doodles on random papers, doesn't matter what. Alhaitham sometimes collects them and has a little scrapbook of random doodles you or Kaveh have drawn.

When festivals are in town, Kaveh wants the prizes from festival games (like plushies) and Alhaithem wins them effortlessly (with his big brain math skills)

Alhaitham is super overprotective. He will pull you close to his chest when he sees anyone talking to either of you.

After long nights of work, you and Kaveh rest on Alhaithem’s chest while he reads some kind of book aloud.

Kaveh runs hot, Alhaitham runs cold, being between the two of them is a weird yet relaxing combination

Kaveh is constantly touching one of yall, hugs, kisses, hand holding you name it while Alhaitham is quiet, more private, and patient and would rather do it in the comfort of anonymity (though everyone knows yall are dating)

Alhaitham buys you and Kaveh books he thinks you guys would like, just leaving them on your desk the next morning

I just see the three of you guys going on research trips in the desert whenever one of you guys needs information on an upcoming project or test. It is a mini vacation for yall and it’s really nice. 

[genshinemblem564]

Hello!can you write for diluc,kaveh,kazuha,ayato,alhaitham,and kaeya with a reader that can skateboard❓‼️

Hi, sorry in advance, I haven't written for some of these men yet, so it may be a bit out of character, but I can certainly try. This will take place in a modern au as I can't imagine too many spots in Teyvat that are good for skateboarding.

• Kaeya

This man is a flirt and a tease, and you've sustained many an injury because he did both of those things at inopportune times, sometimes, it'll be because you thought of something he said just before. He'll spend the next few weeks as you heal apologizing, whether with words or actions, only to be met by the grumpiest face you could make, but that doesn't stop him from making you smile by the time you're fully healed

• Diluc

Diluc can come across as stale, as he is often all about efficiency, but that's his work mentality, and many people don't see him off the clock. He's actually the one who helped you come up with the names for some of your moves. He is often at the bar, so he can't watch you skate all the time, but when he does, he silently admires from afar, not wanting to distract you and cause you harm.

• Kazuha

Kazuha is actually a skateboarder himself, so you two end up having little competitions between each other, with Beidou as referee and the rest of the crew as judges. Beidou choosing a time and place often leads to you all getting busted and promptly lectured by Ningguang. Kazuha is normally calm and controlled, but these competitions can get rather heated. If you sustain an injury because of something he did, he'd tend to your wound or wounds until they fully healed. He'd help tend to them even if they weren't his fault, but it's more out of kindness than it is regret, and you can tell the difference.

• Ayato

Due to just how busy he is, he rarely sees you skate, but he hears about it, be it from subordinates, servants, Thoma, or Ayaka. There was one time however, he had just finished work and was walking by a local park when he saw you in full skating gear. He was about to call out to you, but before he could you took off down the half pipe. He stood there mesmerized by your abilities and seeing the cocky look on your face, he couldn't help but think you were showing off. (You were, because you noticed him before taking off.)

• Kaveh

The definition of a worrywart, if you even briefly mention going out to skate, he is quick to remind you about protective gear. You have jokingly called him mom on numerous occasions due to just how anxious he is about your safety. He doesn't doubt your skill, but he can't stop himself sometimes, he cares about everyone, and that includes you.

• Alhaitham

Alhaitham also reminds you about your protective gear, but it comes off as more of a passing remark. All of the comments he makes are, I don't want to say pessimistic, but he definitely needs to learn to read the room. He doesn't want to crush your dreams, he just wants you to be fully aware of what you're getting into. He's a realist, and that doesn't stop just because it's you he's talking to.

[https-heizou]

case file: nasira. [info sheet]

name: nasira

age: 24

pronouns: she/they

species: human

vision/weapon: hydro claymore

job: alchemist for the knights of favonius

love interest: albedo

home country: sumeru

known relatives: kaveh (brother)

known nicknames: kaveh refers to her as ra (or rara - she despises this one.) alhaitham specifically calls her sira. everyone else calls her nasi but albedo cleverly calls her nara (a combination of na-si-ra without the si) this way it is unique to him.

claimed emoji: 🧪

lore. nasira is described as a quirky, playful girl. she is a past student of the spantamad darshan in sumeru - after she graduated, she moved to mondstadt where she became an alchemist for the knights of favonius. she stays stationed in dragonspine with albedo frequently and runs errands for him, returning to the city in his stead.

despite appearing quite clumsy and fragile, nasira wields a claymore. she regularly experiments on ways to apply her vision's element to her claymore. most are surprised that she even has a vision in the first place.

nasira used to have much longer hair but she completely cut it off when she moved to mondstadt for a fresh start. she keeps her hair at the same bob length and wears two space buns.

nasira took their father's death the worst as a so-called daddy's girl and it only worsened when her mother decided to ditch her and kaveh, moving to fontaine. nasira would often argue with her mother, with kaveh attempting to be the mediator however he would also join the arguments eventually in nasira's defence.

after she moved to mondstadt, nasira struggled without her brother. even now she writes back to him a lot from the camp on dragonspine, albedo often finds her crying awake at night while she writes her letters thinking she's sneaky - she isn't. underneath her attire she wears a gold ring on a chain given to her by kaveh before she left sumeru.

notable songs from her playlist. i walk the line - halsey. dandelions - ruth b. run, run, run - mexican dogs.

[andromeda-nova-writing]

I'm so glad I keep all my works I posted in docs still. makes things easier to search

Like always, you grab everyone I would tag. But this time you left able to tag @woofwoofwolf

Your words are: strange, count, company, moved, judgement

“The second part. I've never called your personality charming.” “You sounded charmed when you were describing me moments ago. And considering what you said, I should feel important that you want me to meet her.” He threw her words right back at her. “If you would have regretted it, I don’t think you would have brought it up.”

Impressions Wriothesley x Reader

“I am too busy dealing with the affairs of Inazuma for a love life. I get proposals once a week and they are a waste of my time. You are wasting your granddaughter’s time. If getting married can free her to do as she pleases then I find no issue with ‘disgracing’ my name. If anything it would make my life easier having a translator in my home as Inazuma continues to reconnect with the world.”

Better Days Coming For Sure (If This World Were Mine) Ayato x Reader

Cyno slowly placed the cards in his hands on the table now fully paying attention to what was unfolding in front of him. Kaveh choked on his wine only for Tighnari to pat his back as he coughed.  Y/N’s face dropped. “It’s a heirloom. It’s been in my family longer than my grandpa has been alive. It can’t be. You must be mistranslating it.” She reasoned.

Hate at first sight Alhaitham x Reader I hate how this is the only fic i have that has the word card in it.

“Everything you said has made it sound like you pride yourself on a proper example.” “So you do know how to listen. You’re just horrible at application.” She leaned her head to the side, her boldness only dropping momentarily as it returned to her voice. “We should revisit what a life-changing moment is once your class has upped the passage rate.”

Qualifications of Critique Dr. Ratio x Reader

…okay maybe phrasing it like that she could see Navia’s point. Y/N sighed. Guess it was time to change her ringtone for Wriothesley to be something more appropriate. It was a 2 am decision and to be fair, no one ever had good ideas at that hour. She could hear bags being placed on the counter. “Part of taking a break requires you to get down from there.” Wriothesley was quick to remind her.

CUFF IT Wriothesley x Reader

Writing Tag Game 🏷️

Rules: I'll give you five words. Find the word (or the closest approximation you can) in your works and post an excerpt. Tag others to play and give them new words too!

My words were: Touch, Heat, Lick, Time, Ache — tagged by @oncasette, original post here! (This is such a sweet idea, thank you for thinking of me!!)

New words: Home, Dream, Hand, Think, Feel — Tagging: @solifloris @irandial @zara-renata @kentofic @grabby-smitten @comatosebunny09 @leighsartworks216 and anyone else who writes!

Touch

When Sylus touches you— when the tip of his finger catches yours and makes an honest, desperate request— you don’t pull away. Something inside tugs at you, warns you, tells you a monster without a sword in its chest is one that can bite. What colour of blood would your hands prefer? His? Your own? — (Monster)

Heat

It’s hard to believe when he’s staring back at you, oh so solid, oh so perfect. Always a picture of strength: of fiery determination or calculated coolness. Everything in extremes; nothing by halves. Except… his hair is slightly dishevelled from where he’s been working away in the heat. There’s a damp patch on his shirt. He’s wearing your pink apron, and there’s mascara on his sleeves. — (Technical Difficulties)

Lick

You’re feeling everything too keenly: the water licking at your throat, the darkness beneath you, around you, waiting to pull you under and fill your mouth. You never feel further from Rafayel than when you remember he calls that darkness home. — (Practice Makes Perfect)

Time

Pretend you have time: His gaze is full of faith and oh, the world is going to enjoy punishing the two of you. “I know,” he insists, because this is the second time you’ve fooled him tonight. You feel his hand on your face and you let him kiss you— again, then again— so achingly slow, so arrogant. The world can wait; he wants to punish you first.  — (To Remain Silent)

Ache

Your life is hunting monsters, and his is finding beauty in a world where they exist. It’s not what you see, it’s how you see it. Crimson to him is a sunset; to you it’s blood. Something in you aches as your eyes roam over his latest work. He won’t tell you what it’s meant to be, not really: that’s a private understanding between him and the canvas, his heart and every stroke of paint. — (Perspective)

[freckledbastard]

why does everyone including the man himself keep calling alhaitham a lunatic ive yet to see him do anything to actually justify this moniker

[mackjlee9]

Genshin men when they're horny.

««« | ««« | ««« |Part 4|

Sumeru ver.

Characters; tighnari, alhaitham, cyno, kaveh, scaramouche/wanderer, dottore x top!male!reader

Warning; in-heat, breeding kink, blowjob, cum eating (tighnari). dacryphilia, nipple play, feminization, creampie (alhaitham). grinding, slight choking, edging, semi-public (cyno). size kink, teasing, praising, overstimulation (scaramouche). [1st] dumbification, hair pulling, [2nd] masturbation, voyeurism (kaveh). aphrodisiac, cockwarming, dry orgasm, electricity (dottore)

Tighnari

•He tends to avoid people and focus on his job as a Forest Ranger

•So after spending days trying to find him, Collei tells you he came back a few minutes ago and he wasn't feeling good

•You go to his house looking for him

•Only to see him trembling on his bed

•"Tighnari?"

•You get closer to him, and before you realize it, you're under him while he pins you to his bed

•"You shouldn't... be here, (M/n)~"

Collei knew (M/n) had been looking for Tighnari for days now, so when she saw him walk in the ville again she headed his way before he could go around and ask others if they had seen Tighnari.

"(M/n)?" The male turned around when he heard his name being called, and he smiled at the green-haired girl in front of him. He was gonna greet her like usual but she stopped him, "Tighnari came back a few minutes ago," he was about to thank her and head Tighnari's way when Collei continued talking, "He didn't look too good though..."

Her words made (M/n) feel slightly worried, thinking he might've gotten hurt clearing a Withering Zone, but he simply nodded at Collei and started heading toward Tighnari's house.

"Thank you, Collei!" She smiled and fidgeted with her fingers, watching (M/n) running away from her sight before deciding on getting back to work.

After running for a bit, (M/n) opened the door and closed it behind him, heading toward his boyfriend's room, moving the curtain hanging over the door frame.

"Tighnari?" The curtain swayed as he released it, observing the male's trembling body laying on the bed. (M/n) took a step closer and stood next to his bed, noticing how Tighnari glanced at him over his shoulder, and all of the sudden, he was the one laying on the bed, Tighnari straddling his hips and holding his wrists pinned down on either side of his head, "Tig...?"

(M/n)'s voice got quiet when Tighnari leaned down closer to his face, their breaths mixing.

"You shouldn't be here, (M/n)~," said male only blinked at him in confusion, before he felt Tighnari's hips grinding down on his and he realized it was his boyfriend's heat cycle, that heat that only occurred once a year, "I told Collei to keep everyone away for the next couple of days~."

Well, that was new, the always hardworking Tighnari taking days off... his heat must be really strong this time around.

Tighnari's green eyes observed (M/n)'s expression closely, realizing he was most likely spacing out, so licking his lips he moved down slowly, reaching for the waistband of (M/n)'s and pulling them down.

Flinching at the sudden touch, (M/n) placed his elbows on the bed, raising his upper half, making eye contact with Tighnari, who was placing small kisses on the tip of his dick, smirking with half-lidded eyes before wrapping his lips around the head, his tongue lapping at his slit. Tilting his head back, (M/n) released a shaky breath, realizing how pent up he was when he felt his orgasm approaching a little too fast.

"Fuck- 'Nari, wait..." Tighnari only hummed a negative response, taking more of his twitching cock in his mouth, moaning when it reached his throat, "I'm gonna... c-cum, please, wait-"

Closing his eyes and arching his back, (M/n)'s cum filled Tighnari's mouth, who moaned as he savoured his cum, feeling its thickness and warmth on his tongue and sliding down his throat. He whined at the thought of his small body being stuffed with every drop of (M/n)'s cum.

He could cum just by thinking about it, his cock twitching and leaking pre-cum, dampening his underwear.

"You're staying here with me~" with a swift motion, Tighnari pulled his bottom clothes down, just enough to be able to align (M/n)'s cock with his pulsating hole, "I want you to breed me, (M/n), I..." Slowly lowering his hips, Tighnari gripped (M/n)'s shirt in his hand, taking a deep breath as he cursed quietly to himself, "I want you... to fill me up with your cum~."

His green eyes were glossy, his cheeks flushed red and his ears pressed back, flickering every few seconds. (M/n) clenched his jaw, and silently nodded, holding Tighnari's hips in his hands. The hybrid male smirked at his boyfriend's obedience, but the sudden hard thrust inside him made him go wide-eyed, soon rolling back as he felt his prostate being hit over and over again, his body now limp on top of (M/n)'s, releasing high-pitched moans and whimpers every time he felt his insides overflowing with cum.

Alhaitham

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.

•He's more obvious about it than you'll think

•He has a serious look on his face and a sort of mysterious aura around him, making him hard to read

•But to you? He's an open book

•He would constantly glance at you whenever you were near, sometimes even stare

•He thinks he's being slick and that you don't realize

•But nope, he's way too obvious~

•Occassionally, you give in right away, but there are other times when you like to watch

•Observe how he desperately tries to get your attention, almost begging you

After finishing the third book in a row, (M/n) decided to exit the library for a short while to get a drink and maybe something to eat. He didn't have to look behind to know Alhaitham was following behind him in complete silence, and hearing everything around him wasn't doing much to calm him down, it was just making his ears ring, as they were sensitive to loud noises, but canceling the noise from the world didn't do anything either, so he was struggling to keep his composure.

With drink and food in hand, (M/n) found a bench and sat down, glancing at Alhaitham when he sat next to him. His legs were pressed together and bouncing up and down slightly, very uncharacteristic of him.

Well, (M/n) was enjoying seeing the subtle pink blush coating his face, both of them knew that if Kaveh saw his roommate he would never let him live it down.

(M/n) kept walking around Sumeru City, ignoring how Alhaitham seemed to be losing his cool the longer it passed. And when he decided to head back home, the scribe was still right behind him. He saw (M/n) opening the front door to his house and he panicked, thinking his partner was just gonna leave him like that, horny and needy.

Without even thinking, he reached his hand to grip the back of (M/n)'s shirt, causing him to halt and turn around to look at him.

Damn, his green eyes filled with unspilled tears sure did something to him. But he hasn't heard Alhaitham beg yet-

"Please, don't leave..." Well, there it is.

(M/n) held the scribe's hand and dragged him to his room, glad that his roommate was gone on some sort of expedition or something like that and he was left alone with his boyfriend.

God... He was more than glad they were alone...

He hadn't even realized how much he had been teasing and playing with Alhaitham's body.

Tears blurred his sight and ran down his face, his cock was dripping cum, his nipples were swollen and covered with saliva, and his hole leaked hot cum, hearing his whines and cries whenever he was called "princess".

"You're such a good girl, aren't you~?" He nodded with a whimper, holding tightly onto (M/n)'s forearms, "You love it when I fill your pussy with my cum, don't you?" Alhaitham's thighs trembled at his words, releasing a cute shriek of embarrassment.

(M/n) leaned down and gently held his face, kissing him slowly, conveying all his love and adoration for him in that kiss. His hand moved to interlock their fingers together, causing more tears to gather in Alhaitham's eyes when his thrust went deep inside him at an even, slow pace.

"Such a good girl," he whispered against his lips, "Taking my cock so well, and keeping all my cum stuffed inside you~."

(M/n)'s kisses moved down to his neck, continuing to praise him about how beautifully lewd and erotic his noises were and how majestic he looked under him.

"Completely at my mercy, baby... you're all mine," Alhaitham closed his eyes tightly, his back arching slightly off the bed as he felt (M/n)'s thrusts stopping, every inch of his cock throbbing inside him.

"I'm... all yours~" he mumbled slowly opening his eyes, a smile growing on his face, his mind thoroughly fucked and stimulated by words and actions alike, "No one else's, only yours."

Damn, (M/n) really couldn't be more in love with him...

Cyno

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.

•Cyno is hard to understand

•He's hyperaware of his surroundings and his senses are heightened 

•Nose, smell, touch, everything that goes around him has him on edge

•He's also easily irritable, everything and anything annoys him

•But when he's near you or with you, he doesn't say a word

•His starting is so intense, you think he's mad at you

•Fortunaly, you've known him for quite a while and you're able to pick apart different expressions on his face (as subtle as they may be)

"Oh, (M/n), you're here," he sat his empty glass down when he heard the distinctive voice of Candace approaching his table.

He smiled at her and saw Dehya coming behind her. They looked concerned.

"Hey, ladies, is everything alright?" He asked them, and they looked at each other in silence for a few seconds.

"Do you know what's wrong with Cyno?" Well, now he was concerned as well.

He frowned and looked at them, "No... what happened? Is he okay?"

Now Dehya crossed her arms in front of her and proceed to explain what has been happening to the matra. Apparently, he was having quite the attitude, Cyno had been recurring to violence rather than just threats more often than usual. He tsks at the smallest of sounds, complaining that his hearing is sensitive and that they should keep quiet.

All in all, he's irritable and fidgety, which is weird coming from Cyno out of everyone.

With that, (M/n) paid for his food and left the building, deciding on going to find Cyno and maybe ask him what was wrong, so he started wandering around Aaru Village trying to spot his partner somewhere, and eventually, he did.

Cyno was arguing with Alhaitham about something, Aether and Paimon were there too, staring at the white-haired male with defeated expressions on their faces, it seemed like they had been trying to calm Cyno down but, clearly, it didn't work.

(M/n) sighed and walked closer to them, "Cyno!"

At the call of his name, the matra immediately stopped talking, turning around to look at his boyfriend as he walked to them.

He would've flinched at the way Cyno was glaring at him. If he didn't know better (M/n) would've believed he was at him, but there was a subtle crease in his eyebrows, even if part of his face was covered, the corners of his lips were twitching and his adam's apple bobbed up and down when he swallowed. And (M/n) understood Cyno's moody attitude.

Oh~, so that's what's bothering him so much.

Holding back his smirk, (M/n) stepped closer and Cyno moved aside, standing slightly behind the (h/c) haired male.

While he gave a dumb excuse and apologized to Alhaitham for Cyno's behavior, (M/n) felt said male reach and hold onto the back of his shirt, tugging on it and releasing it a second after.

"Let's go, Cyno," (M/n) smiled at the group of three still standing in place while the two of them walked away to a more... secluded place.

And well, they found it.

Gently holding Cyno's face, (M/n) kissed him, placing his knee in between Cyno's, letting him grind on his thigh, hearing his muffled whines, crying out that it wasn't enough.

"M-more... I want- more~," Cyno's legs trembled as he struggled to keep moving on (M/n)'s thigh, "I wanna cum, please..." His hands held onto (M/n) desperately, raising his leg further up.

"Fucking hell, Cyno..." Mumbling against his lips, (M/n) lifted his boyfriend in his arms, pinning him to the wall behind him. Instinctively, Cyno wrapped his legs around him, moaning as his leaking cock pressed on (M/n)'s abdomen.

(M/n) stared into Cyno's red eyes, glossy with tears, and the matra whimpered when they made eye contact, gulping and tilting his chin up, exposing his neck slightly.

Licking his lips, (M/n) raised his hand and wrapped it around Cyno's neck, the tips of his fingers applying a small amount of pressure, observing how tears rolled down his face, his eyes rolling into the back of his head as drool dripped down the corners of his mouth.

Cyno's thighs trembled as he came, his nails digging into (M/n)'s skin through his clothes, "(M/n)~," he mumbled in a high-pitched moan, having a bit of trouble breathing normally as the pressure on his neck increased, "F-fuck me..."

Thankfully, (M/n) knew a shortcut to his house.

Scaramouche

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•Oh. Oh

•He doesn't want to acknowledge it and won't tell you about it

•He never thought that you were able to tell something was up with him

•Even if he didn't show it or mention it, he's quite obvious

•Probably because he gets too tsundere with you

•He ignores you but blushes when you grace his hand

•He curses you between stutters when you flirted with him

•In the end, he doesn't tell you he's horny

•But you know and tease him about it

Scara has been feeling on edge and anxious for a few days now, but he didn't pay any mind to it, he guessed he was still getting used to everything so he decided to ignore the feeling until it goes away on its own, surely it wouldn't take too long.

He has been convincing himself that there was nothing wrong with his body or mind, and he had been handling himself pretty well for a while, but the moment he saw (M/n)...

That feeling only intensified and he finally realized what that sensation was.

Especially because he felt his mouth watering at the thought of having 'something' in his mouth, or better yet, inside his significantly smaller body.

Now he was actively ignoring his horny thoughts, deciding on keeping them to himself, fully convinced that (M/n) wouldn't realize. Well, he was wrong.

His lover definitely knew, or he at least had an idea of what was going on with Scaramouche, especially since he had been getting more defensive than usual, but only toward him.

He doesn't do a good job at hiding it, making it quite obvious when he blushes whenever (M/n) graces his hand -intentionally or by accident-, Scara just pretends he didn't notice, but the blush on his face says otherwise.

Or when he stutters a curse at (M/n) whenever he would flirt with him or compliment him. He's still getting used to feeling love, but he doesn't hate the fuzziness when he's with his lover. When they make eye contact and he can feel his stomach tingling, when (M/n) kisses him and he can feel his heart beating faster, and that sort of reminded him that he's alive.

All of those tales and signs Scaramouche has when he's horny are obvious to (M/n), but he likes teasing him, so he purposely holds his waist for longer than needed, or deepens their kiss just enough to have Scara chase after his lips with a whine after he pulls away.

He snaps when that happens too often and his confident demeanor returns.

"If you're gonna do it, then do it properly," he mutters and holds (M/n)'s collar to pull him down to his height.

The (h/c) haired male gasps and holds onto Scaramouche's hips, bending down to relieve the strain on his legs as he was on his tippy toes to reach his height, and his hand lifts to gently hold his face.

"What is it that you want me to do?" (M/n) saw how Scaramouche's expression changed to a pleading one, the blush on his cheeks darkening.

"Just-" his hands held (M/n)'s shirt, swallowing before continuing, "Touch me, p-please..."

And (M/n) didn't say no to those words muttered by those pretty lips...

Scaramouche was now gripping the bedsheets in his fists, his body trembling as he struggled to decide if he wanted to get away from the stimulation or get more of it, he didn't know, his mind was a jumbled mess of incoherent thoughts, all he could think about was how (M/n)'s cock bulged his lower abdomen and that made him go crazy. Hearing him mutter how good he was for enduring the overstimulation, how well he was holding up to his pace, and how he loved seeing him fucked to tears.

"Pl... please, p-please please..." He had no idea what he pleading for, he knew he liked it, how much he loved it.

"'Please' what? Use your words, pup~," of course, (M/n) liked teasing him, he just enjoyed hearing him say all the filthy things Scara wanted him to do to his petite frame.

"Please..." He opened his eyes and looked at (M/n) through the tears blurring his sight, "Please, d-don't stop~ I... I need more..." With shaky hands, Scaramouche reached to caress (M/n)'s face, "I need more of y-you, (M/n)."

And this is exactly why (M/n) like teasing his lover so much.

"That's my good puppy~."

Kaveh

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•There are two occasions when he gets horny

•One; Alhaitham said/did something that annoyed him and now he need to release his anger some way

•So he drags you over and enjoys every second your dick is deep inside him

•And two; when he's spacing out, dreaming of a married life with you, living in that house he has been designing

•And bam, a graphic image of you fucking him on every corner of the house has him blushing a dark red

•Now he will certainly pay attention to the design of certain places in the house

•So, he's either confident and determined, or he's shy and hesitant

•Either way, you are more than glad to be there when he's feeling a little naughty

[1st scenario]

Kaveh watched how Alhaitham left the house nonchalantly, as if he didn't just make Kaveh's blood boil with rage. The blond let out a huff in annoyance and frowned while taking a deep breath.

He needed release, and he knew where to find it and how to get it.

He went out to look for (M/n), and he found him in the Grand Bazaar dancing with Nilou, laughing and having fun with his cousin.

"(M/n)!" The male hears his name being called and he looks at Kaveh from the stage. His expression is enough to let him know he needed him, so he says bye to Nilou and rushes toward the blond after exclaiming a loud 'Goodbye, everyone!' before following Kaveh out.

On the way, (M/n) doesn't ask, he just assumes it has something to do with Alhaitham and his attitude, so he just follows his boyfriend silently to his shared house.

As soon as they walk through the door, they're on each other, and (M/n) wastes no time bending Kaveh over the armrest of the living room couch, drinking in the lewd moans and cries of his name every time Kaveh came all over the furniture.

"Fuck yes~!" With his eyes rolling into the back of his head and his mouth open, Kaveh has no inhibitions, he doesn't care about being quiet at that moment, he's enjoying being able to only think about how good (M/n)'s cock is stretching his insides, filling him up to the point of making his legs shake.

(M/n) holds Kaveh's slim waist in his hands, stroking his soft skin with his thumbs as he continuously pounds into him, one of his hands slithering up his back until his finger interlock with his blond strands and pulls on his hair, effectively making him whine as cum spurts out of his cock, his back arched as he's only being held up by (M/n)'s strength alone. And he loves it. Every second of it.

[2nd scenario] (okay but like, I wanted to make this one afab!kaveh so bad 😭😭 I'll write it next time)

(M/n) had decided to stop by to give Kaveh a surprise visit, knowing his boyfriend was probably overworking himself with various projects he was working on, so he wanted to check up on him, make sure he was okay, drinking water and eating properly, and maybe, go out on a date together.

He knocked on the door a few times with no response, so he ended up using the spare key Kaveh gave him a few months back. As soon as walked in, he saw Kaveh's working room -or his 'office' as he liked to call it- had the door slightly open. He closed the door behind him and approached Kaveh's office, peeking inside to see if he was busy or not.

He was there, sitting on his work stool, spaced out as he usually got, daydreaming about his next and/or current design he was working on.

Which he was, but it was something a little more specific than just a design.

Kaveh was too busy imagining a married life with (M/n), his dear boyfriend. Living together and maybe, if possible, having a family with him. How? Well-

Some ideas came to his mind, and even though he could never get pregnant, the thought of "working on it" made him blush, his eyes opening wide as he started fidgeting in place.

He pressed his thighs together, and took a deep shaky breath in. His hands trembled as he slowly reached the waistband of his pants, slipping his slim fingers into his underwear, taking his erect cock out as he lifted his shirt to his mouth, biting it to muffle his moans and whimpers.

His hand wrapped around his dick and he applied a bit of pressure, just like how (M/n) does when he wants to cum together.

"(M/n)~," fuck, he couldn't hold in his whine, his eyes closed tightly as he started stroking his cock up and down, teasing his tip and wetting his fingers with his pre-cum.

And (M/n) was right there, standing by the door while holding his breath, feeling his cock throb inside his clothes as he observed Kaveh's expression change ever so slightly, watching his body squirm around and his hips trembling as he tried to thrust up into his hand.

(M/n) just couldn't stand there and watch how Kaveh pleasure himself thinking of him.

Dottore

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.

•Alright, he's most of the time in his office/lab doing who knows what

•So you have no idea honestly

•Except when he requests that you come over to see him

•He makes you sit on his chair, and suddenly, you're chained to it

•"Zandrik?"

•He grabs a flask in his hand and drinks its content, leaning down to your height to kiss you

•You end up swallowing the liquid, feeling it burn you from the inside out

•He removes his mask with a smirk, his face flushed as he stands in between your spread legs

•"Be a good boy~"

(M/n) was escorted to Dottore's office, where he waiting for him. The guard knocked on the door and waited for approval to come in, which she did as soon as she got it.

"I brought Mr.(M/n) over, sir," I complete silence, Dottore dismissed the guard with a simple hand motion and he stood up from his chair once the door closed.

The masked male walked up to him with his hands behind him, making eye contact with (M/n) as he locked the door. That made him a little worried, he was well aware that his boyfriend loved experimenting in private, for hours and hours, even days.

But it didn't look like it this time.

Standing next to him, Dottore place his hand on the small of (M/n)'s back, taking him to his chair, the same chair he was just sitting on.

"Sit down, (M/n)," his arm reached out, signaling him to do as told. Awkwardly stiff, he sat on the chair and observed closely how Dottore walked toward a shelf containing flasks of different sizes and shapes. He grabbed a rather small cylinder-shaped one, a bright pink liquid swaying inside it.

"Zandik?" The male looked at him briefly through his mask, before lifting his hand to his mouth.

(M/n) saw Dottore drinking it and walking up to him with big steps, the masked male held him by the chin and kissed him, pressing his fingertips on his jaw to make him open his mouth. (M/n) almost choked on what he swallowed, feeling how it burned his throat and everything on its way down, even so, it had a rather sweet taste.

"Enjoy~," Dottore said in a teasing voice, and suddenly, (M/n) was chained to the chair, his wrists bound to the armrests and his ankles bound to the legs of the chair.

A moment after, he felt his body heating up and his breathing became rapid and ragged, the same as Dottore's.

He took his mask off with a smirk and (M/n) saw his red eyes shining with tears, his cheeks colored red and some drool dripping down the corner of his mouth, moving to stand in between his spread open legs.

Without saying a word, Dottore leaned down to kiss (M/n) again, this time a longer and deeper kiss, his hands reaching down south to his pants and pulling them just enough for his cock to spring out. Breaking the kiss, he giggled at the sight of (M/n)'s cock already twitching.

He had only kissed him and he was already going crazy, how adorable~.

(M/n)'s whole body was trembling from pleasure, all because of that damn aphrodisiac Dottore made him drink. Well, said male was content with the effects of it, it was obvious by the smirk that hadn't faded from his face yet.

Dottore turned around, pulling his pants and underwear down, exposing his wet and twitching hole, clenching around nothing, greedily awaiting something to fill it up. The sight made (M/n)'s cock throb, pre-cum oozing from his slit.

"Be a good boy~," he muttered before slowly sinking his weight down on (M/n)'s dick.

(M/n) felt his body shaking as he climaxed, but no cum came out. Whilst Dottore stayed still and focused on a paper in front of him, he kept having dry orgasms over and over, relentlessly, so was Dottore, but he was doing a better job at keeping his composure, although it might've been because the drank significantly less aphrodisiac than (M/n).

But he knew something that will drive both of them crazy.

Dottore reached a hand under his desk and pressed a small button hidden in the wood, immediately, (M/n) released a loud moan, reduced to a blabbering, incoherent mess as shocks of electricity ran through his whole body. His hips were thrusting up involuntarily, chasing his orgasm but never having enough.

Feeling the electricity reaching his body too, Dottore gripped tightly onto his desk, as if he was desperately holding onto the little bit of sanity he had left. The electricity may not be as strong surging through his body, but he also had (M/n) drilling his insides, his eyes crossing momentarily with each hit to his prostate.

That aphrodisiac seemed to have worked better than he anticipated~.

(The whole process of me writing this was;

[I fucked it][it got fixed][I fucked it][it got fixed] over and over again 😂😂)

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[idyllic-affections]

how do you think kavehs child obtain the vision? been thinking bout it and now its just like an itch on the back of my no existent brain-

how does [name] get their vision?

summary. kaveh's child is blessed with a hydro vision... or cursed, rather.

trigger & content warnings. referenced past trauma, depictions of a panic attack, etc.

tropes, pairings, fic length, & other notes. hurt/comfort. collei & reader, implied adoptive dad!kaveh & reader. 0.7k words. they/them pronouns for reader. this post is an expansion of what if kaveh adopted a child? author's thoughts. OMG ANON thank you for giving me an excuse to ramble about this!! i have been thinking so hard about this ever since my last adoptive dad!kaveh post. anyway i try to avoid talking about fontaine too much, but it was inevitable in this post, so please remember that this was posted before fontaine's release. some details may not be lore-accurate because of that.

kaveh's beloved child, [name], recieves their vision in a very mundane way, but the feelings associated with the event are anything but.

it's in their early teen years, perhaps somewhere between twelve and fourteen, that their ambition reaches the point of being acknowledged by the gods above, resulting in them being blessed with a vision of their own. they aren't at kaveh and alhaitham's shared residence when it happens (they haven't had any reason to permanently move in with them yet, given the fact that they aren't old enough to enroll in the akademiya yet), nor are they at gandharva ville.

in fact...

they're at the palace of alcazarzaray.

kaveh is very much proud of his magnum opus, even with all the problems it caused him (they're smart enough to know why kaveh couldn't raise them by himself in their earliest years; nonetheless, they still love him, and hold nothing against him because they were still raised by wonderful people in spite of kaveh's financial issues). knowing this, it's with gentle and purposeful strokes of their paintbrush on the canvas that they sought to encapsulate its beauty in another light. the painting would have been a gift for kaveh.

it isn't uncommon for scholars and other bystanders to visit the palace. many scholars who do so often know who they are; those from amurta know of them through tighnari, those of them from kshahrewar know of them through kaveh, so on and so forth. some whisper fondly at the sight of them painting so intently, gaze sharp and lips slightly bitten due to the intensity of their focus, while others scoff but move on without pointing anything out.

ultimately, everyone knows it's best to leave them alone, either out of fear of disrupting them or out of fear of angering their influential family members.

it's sudden when they get their vision, the little gem sitting in their lap after a momentarily blinding flash at the most unexpected of moments.

it takes them a minute to come out of their artistic haze, blinking slowly at the sight of the unmistakable deep blue stone in their lap. they raise it to the sun. the symbol for hydro glares back at them.

that's when they panic.

their heart lurches into their throat as they quickly pack up all of their supplies, pupils blown wide with the rush of adrenaline and cortisol in their bloodstream. it's hard to breathe all of a sudden.

getting a vision is generally regarded as a good thing. some may say that it's something to celebrate. people have compared their visions to being warm gazes like those from mentors looking at their students, loving looks from a parent to a child, but to them? oh, no. their's is something much more sinister than that.

it is the sharp, calculated gaze of a divine oppressor glaring at the poor, weak mortals at her feet.

if it had been any other element, they might have been excited, but...

hydro is the element of their homeland. nothing good came from their homeland. focalors virtually forced them out by taking their parents, forcing them to wander aimlessly through the sumeran deserts, ridden with heat stroke and exhaustion. their weak lungs as a result of fontaine's polluted state had a hard time supporting their journey. they were on the brink of death more than once. they had to go through all of that just to find a new home, a place to survive. nothing good came from their homeland.

nothing good came from fontaine. at least, not when they lived there.

so naturally, they flee, darting through the expansive rainforests of sumeru, vision clutched in one hand while the other carries a bag with all their supplies messily shoved in. after being with the forest rangers for so long, they know how to handle themselves. navigating the forest is second nature at that point.

the air is much clearer in this nation, they think. it's nice.

when they get to gandharva ville, all they can manage to do is break down sobbing into collei's arms. she doesn't know what's wrong, but she knows that something is wrong. she does tend to flinch away from sudden touches, but she's known [name] for so long now. it's genuinely hard for her to feel uncomfortable. sometimes she does, though. even so, the sight of their tears seems to drown out any discomfort she may have felt. she knows they would never hurt her.

she loves them too dearly to even consider pushing them away.

when they're calm enough to talk about it, quietly murmuring something about not wanting that stupid god's blessing, she offers to escort them back to alhaitham's house, because ultimately...

this isn't an issue she can handle.

they need kaveh.

they need their father.

please consider reblogging, it helps me out quite a lot! adoptive dad!kaveh taglist: @kaoyamamegami, @zeldadou, @bebobeboben. send a non-anonymous ask to be added.

[mlynar-nearl]

hi was busy ystd but im back haha i got my acceptance sms (??) tdy and i got into my first choice course im super happy (but also apprehensive ;-;) !!!!

oh yeah also i think they r probably gonna push back old man for dorothy tbh bcs if they dont then theyll have to run obscure wanderer with dossoles retro instead of near light retro imo and i mean :( would they really run obscure wanderer with dossoles :( so yeah i actually hope they push it back (which means old man nearl like a solid 2 months later???) so that he can run w near light lol

and hell yeah me too i love the relationship btwn al haitham and kaveh its just gndhsjbd i love them. stupid but adorable. and yeah i do wish that they had more pocs in the game, like, itd be nice..... but i guess our only hope for it is natlan now but idt mhy will do it cos they suck. and what is. scatman diluc. if i may ask.

anyways have a good day ! :D

evidence for early mlynar is that he came after cc 10 on cn. evidence against is that we still don't have dorothy. honestly the same amount of time will pass for us if they DO do dorothy next as if they hadnt shuffled her at all so i really don't mind if it's a disappointment and she is next. because i've been waiting for him to become playable since near light premiered and i can wait a few more months.

they have SUCH a fun dynamic i adore them. something wrong with them. though i wish they weren't white. i'm half indian and a lot of the names in sumeru are based on hindi and arabic and it's utterly bizarre to be walking through a village that could conceivably be a place my ten times great grandparents lived in and everyone is pale as the driven snow. even in the desert like ??? please please please make a brown person. begging. i was saying earlier that it would be okay if they were like yeah everyones brown and alhaitham is our token white boy. this, i would take. but here we are. racism won today .

AHA scatman diluc was - i made a post about it a while ago but i was playing genshin while listening to my playlist of meme songs and i was doing the darknight hero questline and the scene of diluc beating up a bunch of abyss mages outside of monstadt while we were setting up his alibi played while scatman's world by the scatman was playing over his sick fucking moves. it had me in HYSTERICS. i've kind of wanted to edit the experience back together but my roommate says that the GI fandom will "tear me apart" if they see it, lol. so now diluc is the scatman. to me. (also, after seeing his skin on my roommate's acc, i called him "bewitchingly feminine" with a slash positive and now that phrase sends them into hysterics. i've got a normal relationship with diluc ig.)