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4ggravate headcanons! When they’re drunk: 

Cyno: Emotional in a melancholy way. There will be a deep sorrow in his eyes that you almost can’t look away from. No one likes seeing Cyno drunk because it’s unsettling. Fortunately, he doesn’t drink much.

Al-Haitham: Does a bunch of nerd rambling for a while, then he gets sleepy. People will still be partying and he’ll be asleep on a couch or table somewhere. Haitham doesn’t get drunk often. After all, he has plenty of snacks and he’s big.

Kaveh: Emotional af in a bratty sobby way. He’s a messy crier too. A lightweight that says some things that he definitely wouldn’t say sober. You can easily get Kaveh to spill his secrets in this way. (canon)

Tighnari: Has never been seen drunk before? Terrifying tolerance, especially since he’s short. Someone has to take care of the others and drag them back home.

Extra silly scenario, click read more to see the rest! 438 words of Cyno’s embarrassing yearning. (cyhaino flavored because I can’t shut up about them…):

Haitham finishes rambling about a book series that he recently completed before passing out on the tavern table. It’s a rare sight to see him this drunk. His friends only saw moments like this as an annoyance since drunk Haitham wasn’t particularly interesting and someone always had to drag him back home. He begins lightly snoring, cheek pressed against sleek wood. 

Cyno sits across Haitham with his head resting on his arms. He always felt an indescribable sorrow whenever he got drunk. At times like this, he disappears to some corner of the tavern to sulk. Tonight, Haitham somehow managed to find him only to be equally as drunk. Cyno let his dreary thoughts fade into the back of his mind as he listened to Haitham’s book plot analysis.

It was only a momentary distraction. Now, Haitham had fallen asleep in front of him. Cyno mindlessly plays with the sprout-like strands of hair on Haitham’s head. He looks around before staring back at Haitham’s sleeping face. Kaveh and Tighnari were out of sight. No one could see the longing in Cyno’s eyes, not even Haitham. He gently cups the taller man’s cheek and sighs. 

“Cy-” Kaveh hiccups from behind Cyno. 

Cyno yelps and instantly draws his hand back. He could only look back at Kaveh in horror. A finished beer glass was in his hand. To no one’s surprise, the resident lightweight was drunk. Cyno sinks into his arms and sighs again. He was so immersed in his thoughts that he didn’t notice Kaveh drunkenly stumbling over to the table. 

“Cy… I’m talking to you.” 

Cyno snaps up straight. 

“What do you have to say, Kaveh?” 

“You know that Haitham likes you too, right? In a grossly romantic way, since he’s secretly into theatrics and all. Although, I’m sure that’s how you feel too. I’m drunk as hell right now, but even I can see the yearning in your eyes.”

Kaveh laughs as Cyno looks at him hopefully. “Do you even believe me? You should see the things that he writes about you-” Kaveh is interrupted as Tighnari comes and smacks him hard in the back, right where the opening in his shirt is. 

“Kaveh. You foolish drunk! Did you forget about the bet that we made about them? YOU RUINED IT. Be ready to pay up soon.” 

“Nari please- I’m already indebted to that big green nerd-” he sobs. 

To Cyno, their voices fade into the background. He can only think about the comforting feeling rising in his chest as he looks at the man in front of him. Eventually, he falls asleep as peacefully as Haitham.

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Comic script maybe? It’s long but I have no idea where I’d put something as silly as this in a fic. Can you tell that Cyno and Kaveh are my favorite 4ggravate friendship? 

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@cyhaino-exchange gift fic for @darkchocola​ !! 

click here for the ao3 link!

prompt: Fantasy au, alhaitham raised in seclusion as a sacrifice to their ancient god and cyno is a priest in training in their temple. All his life, alhaitham was taught not to be attached to anything until he met cyno.

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The Warmth of Dawn

Dimitri gender euphoria ficlet I wrote for fetransweek 2022 on twitter! happy birthday Mitya!! ｡ﾟ( ﾟ^∀^ﾟ)ﾟ｡

click here for the ao3 link! (whole ficlet posted below)

Dimitri always rises early. 

Even when he’s tormented at night by his own swirling psyche, Dimitri routinely wakes up to dawn spreading across the land. To him, it’s comforting to watch the sun burn away the remnants of last night’s moon. 

He wishes that the sun could scorch away his own anguish, but Faerghus mornings are always chilly. He would simply long for warmth to arrive. 

This morning, Dimitri avoids his own reflection. He’d come to detest how terribly long his hair was. Family and friends alike had always commented on how beautiful it was, but he dreamed of chopping it short. 

He quickly splashes his face with water to wake himself up. Dimitri shivers, even if the cold is almost welcoming. His untied hair falls into the sink and he pushes it back, accidentally catching a glimpse of himself in the mirror. Perhaps he shouldn’t have looked. 

His formerly bright gray-blue eyes were foggy, like a storm ready to erupt. Strands of long blond hair cling to his face as frigid water drips from his jaw. His lips curl into a snarl at the sight. 

The urge to cut his hair rises within him. This time, he was set on truly doing it. Dimitri rummages through a drawer and grabs a pair of scissors, nearly snapping the handles with his grip. His hands tremble as he messily snips away at his hair. His locks fall into the sink, golden as the light fills the room. 

Dimitri slams the now-dented scissors onto the sink when he’s done. He leans into the mirror and slowly looks himself over. Despite the look of his sharply uneven bangs, a wide smile spreads across his face. His laughter rings throughout the bathroom like birdsong. 

Dimitri feels like himself. 

This freedom alights him like nothing before. He rushes to go for a horseback ride. When he’s ready, he urges the horse to run so fast that he’s practically flying across Faerghus. The wind bites and his hair pricks his eyes, but he doesn’t care. The rush of joy coursing through him is enough. 

Sunlight peaks through the trees in a forest that he crosses, scattering across his face. He bursts into a clearing and sunlight bathes him in all its glory. Even if it’s just for a moment, Dimitri feels warmth in his heart once again.

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Languages of Teyvat: those lost to time

we know that other languages exist besides Teyvat’s global language, here’s headcanons about the ancient ones that were forgotten by most

Zhongli fondly remembers the sweet tone of Guizhong’s voice. The dialect that she spoke is now long forgotten, but the melodies of the songs that she sang still remain. Every time someone plays a familiar tune, Zhongli is brought back to the times when Guizhong would braid his hair, humming her favorite songs as she wove flowers into his dark locks.

The Travelers have traveled across worlds and heard many languages, but they’ll never forget their mother tongue. They may just be the last two people keeping it alive.

One of Albedo’s earliest memories is Rhinedottir laughing in delight and relief when he was born. His eyesight was blurry at first, but he could make out notes scribbled on the walls and in books sprawled across Rhinedottir’s workshop. The same ancient writing can be found nestled within the snowy mountains of Dragonspine, on the rocks deep within the Chasm, and within other corners of Teyvat.

Diluc can recall when Kaeya still spoke in his first language. Crepus traveled across Tevyat to find someone who could understand his newly adopted son to no avail. His language was a mystery. Kaeya eventually learned Mondstadt’s vernacular, but he holds onto memories of that language lost to time. He wishes that he could truly remember the warmth that he felt when his parents always called him for dinner, but those last, icy words from his father pierce him the most.

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