#i was there i was haithams earpieces

[scribblekingdom]

Holding hands!?!??!????!???!?!!!?!?!?

[enden-k]

i swear every time i draw haithams bare ears i blush and faint like a victorian maiden its like waaa. im not supposed to see this.......blessed

[grimmweepers]

everyday i come on here thinking “haitham nation, rise”

[soulstuffjunkie]

If I’ve been missing for two months , it’s because I’m being held emotionally hostage by Genshin Impact and the Acting Grand Sage and his stupid roommate (husband). I held strong for two whole years, refusing to download the game, and then the Alhaitham banner dropped and I knew it was over for me. I am absolutely consumed, -2/10 do not recommend for the sake of your underailed lives.

I haven’t even unlocked Inazuma yet, I’m still finishing up the Liyue archon quest. Tell me why I have Sumeru boys brain rot 😭

[ID: (genshin fan art) Image 1: A backlit bust illustration in blues of Alhaitham from Genshin Impact looking at something out of frame out of the corner of his eye.

Image 2: the same illustration without the backlit lighting.

Image 3: a discord conversation between the illustrator and a friend asking their opinion on which of the first two images their friend preferred

End ID]

[arcorbon0bon]

genshin + oc students 🌿🌺🏛

[screamingcrows]

Long days - Alhaitham x reader

note: an old thing I've never posted and decided to rework while taking a break from my dead dove dottore wips. There's a part two brewing in my mind. I'll say: bathtub and bed. I do not consent to this being used for ai and will give you Bordetella pertussis if you do. Tags: gn reader, soft, fluff, domestic, established relationship, reader is a student at the Akademiya, overworked Alhaitham Minors, ageless, blank blogs DNI

Lounging around in Alhaitham's house on workdays was always a comfortable experience; you'd wake up to him pressing a chaste kiss to your forehead before leaving, always leaving slices of zaytun peaches, your favorite, on the table. The living room was your preferred spot during the day due to the cool breeze wafting through. He'd often come home and find you laying on the couch, reading through whatever books were left out to avoid your own studies.

The front door was slammed louder than usual, causing your head to perk up in confusion. It was never really difficult to guess if it was him or Kaveh coming home, but today was different. The door had been shut with more force than what Alhaitham usually did. Letting out a soft sigh, you put the book you'd been reading away.

"Alhaitham, is that you?"

Hoping that he'd already turned off his noise cancelling earpieces, your voice remained soft, not wanting to grate on what might be already frayed nerves.

"Obviously" He sounded annoyed although he did his best to hide it behind his usual cold tone, but you weren't fooled by that, not anymore.

It took you only a moment to deduce that it must've been a busy day for him. There had been too many busy days ever since he was forced into accepting the position of Acting Grand Sage, a thought that had long since taken root and blossomed into a fear that you'd never get him back properly. The thought of him always being worn out and having no time to enjoy himself weighed heavily. You debated going out to hug him as usual, ultimately coming to the conclusion that the unexpected touch would likely only aggravate him further.

Instead, you rose from the couch and went into the kitchen, rummaging around for some ground coffee beans.

You cursed under your breath, suddenly understanding the frustration of Kaveh having a knack for reorganizing every time he cleaned. The only thing to do was thank the Archons that he was currently away, knowing full well that he had a habit of pushing Alhaitham's buttons on days like this.

Meanwhile, faint sounds of Alhaitham going about his business reached your ears, getting his shoes and that silly cloak he insisted on wearing off. Some faint clattering rang through the house as he emptied his pockets. Finally.

A loud curse quickly followed by a loud thud caught your attention once more, body tensing on reflex. Maybe he wasn't emptying his pockets after all? Unusual.

Hands working on muscle memory alone, a pot of coffee was set to brew, a little stronger than usual.

"Are you okay 'haitham?" Soothing words were the way forward, knowing he must be seething to warrant raising his voice.

"I'm in perfect condition," he sounded less composed, a hint of snark in his tone as if you'd asked the most ridiculous question.

You smiled to yourself, in some ways Alhaitham was like a small child, getting annoyed as soon as something didn't go according to his plan. Not that he would ever admit to it. But with a watchful eye, you could catch how his eye would twitch and his bicep flex. His movements sounded a little sluggish as he entered the living room

"You're still working through that book for your thesis? At this rate, you won't even start writing before the deadline for submission has passed," voice having quickly returned to it's normal tone, you smiled at his quip, knowing full well what would come next, "You should accept my offer of assistance, it would be the only logical thing to do."

With a small chuckle you entered the living room, the cup of freshly brewed coffee in your hands as you walked over and offered it to him.

"It would be improper for a student to receive help from the highest authority in the Akademiya," you spoke the words with a smile playing on your lips, knowing that he ached to help, having already read through your drafts and provided commentary more than once unprompted, "Besides, you hardly know enough about my field of study to be of any meaningful assistance."

As you spoke, he took a sip of the coffee, visibly relaxing at the warm feeling spreading through his body from both the drink and your presence.

"Hm, is that so?"

A smile tugged at the corner of his lips as he sat down on the couch, leaning back and crossing his legs. It was clear that he took it as a challenge, if the way he reached out for your book on the table was any indication. You swatted his hand away with a grin before placing it out of reach. The last thing you wanted was to spend what little time you had with him on something as dull as that.

"You have enough tiresome scholars and students to deal with as it is, no need to add me to that list."

Although you were mostly teasing him, there was a hint of truth to your words, you could see the toll his current position had taken on him, faint dark circles present under his eyes a new constant. He let out a sigh that made you grin, leaving him without counterargument was always pleasant. Not quite as pleasant as the way he patted the spot next to him, eyes fixed on the dark liquid swirling in his cup.

With a satisfied smile, you sat down, resting your body against his toned frame. He placed a soft kiss to your hair, making everything tingle pleasantly. The two of you sat in comfortable silence while he finished his coffee, the color slowly coming back to his cheeks. Begrudgingly, you picked your book back up, instinctively shifting to allow his eyes to skin across the pages as well.

"You should take a bath. You reek of poorly-written submissions and the sweat of scholars desperate for funding," you poked his chest, not taking your eyes off of the book in your hands.

"Have you considered that it could be coming from yourself?"

A small giggle escaped you as you closed your book and tried to wiggle free, which only caused him to pull you closer with a soft hum. He set down the long empty mug before taking the book from your hands, carefully setting it away for later.

"Perhaps you would be interested in joining me for a bath?"

Your ears picked up on the faint notes of hope, unable to deny that the proposition caused a small surge of joy in you. His gentle touch on your cheek was all the convincing that wasn't needed, already fully committed to helping him unwind in any way possible, pushing away the voice that reminded you that this was just as much selfish indulgence from your side.

"Hmm fine," making a show of seeming disinterested, you kept a detached tone and made sure to look away, "but we'd better get to it now, I don't want to be stumbling around naked when your roommate comes home"

A small kiss upon Alhaitham's jaw followed your statement, admiring how his lips turned up into a subtle smile. There's barely time to process the sly hint in his eyes before you feel the world spinning, finding yourself slung over his shoulder.

[that-student-that-has-homework]

Al-Haitham Headcanons 01

All SFW Here Folks! I think? There's like one bit that's kinda suggestive. If you - no you don't need to squint. It's not vulgar though. Tumblr MasterList

I think his love language is acts of service.

Al-Haitham reads a lot, if he finds something that would be useful to you, he'd likely make note of it with sources, especially if you were going to use it in a paper.

Oh you got into an argument? Someone said something you disagree with? You struggled to support your point? He found some piece of information that supports your argument? Or maybe he found something that negates the other person's? He'll bring it to you.

Perhaps you had asked a random question: you were curious or wondering about something? If he comes across useful information again, he'll bring it to you, and explain it if you need him to.

Maybe you're stressed or struggling or your body hurts in some way? He's doing research and bringing it to you.

You've got a big daunting task? He's broken it down for you, maybe even helped you delegate and even eliminate some things too

Drapes his cape over you when you're napping and cold.

Drapes his cape over you when you're cold in general.

Someone is trying to belittle you? Let it be known that Al-Haitham has no problem silencing them, and in a truly intellectual manner.

Yeah no, he has no tolerance or anyone talking trash about his beloved.

Quality Time is another love language

As we all know: Al-Haitham dislikes having a large social circle. So if he is choosing to spend time with you, outside of work (or anything else that's necessary) nonetheless, he definitely values you.

For whatever reason I feel like he's more cuddly and probably goes for hugs more?

(For anyone reading Rationality of Emotion: when you see this appear again in that fic...well I mean I was always gonna use it there...)

I imagine his physical affections are more him holding you in some way, and mostly in private, and I mean just you and him private. Initially, when Kaveh was practically watching him like a hawk to see if he could display affection, Al-Haitham is deliberately avoiding any action that Kaveh was looking for.

That being said, if you're both reading on the sofa/couch looking thing in his house, he really enjoys kinda having you nestled into him? So you've got your back against the arm rest (you have it cushioned don't worry) with your head resting on his chest and your legs across his lap. Each of you just reading and enjoying the silence.

He usually isn't wearing his sound proof earpieces when you guys are doing this.

I can also imagine him going from mostly hugging due to requests to initiating hugs himself.

Yes he has hugged you from behind before, it was a hell of a day, he's kinda overstimulated, he's got his face in your neck, and is just leaning on you a bit. Please let him rest there for a bit, even if he's kinda heavy.

As for when he does kiss you though

I think Haitham's kisses are like cute little pecks on your temples or your head, or the juncture of your neck and shoulder. I don't think they're very common either.

If it's anywhere else he's probably got ulterior motives

But that's okay because he's your husband

(yes even when it's on your pulse)

(especially when it's on your pulse)

While he is mostly private, he will absolutely state his claim if necessary

I don't think Al-Haitham is a very jealous guy

he trusts you, he understands that for the most part you know how to handle yourself (sometimes you need help when hilichurls are involved)

however he doesn't exactly trust strangers

so if someone wants to try their luck, and can't take a hint, he will absolutely be by your side, with a hand on your lower back as he excuses the two of you and guides you along

That hand of his stays there the whole way home.

if you aren't picking up on the fact that this person is trying to hit on you: I think he'd only watch for a little bit, curious if you're going to pick up on it, before appearing to help you exit (especially if you look tired)

[scribe-not-sage]

It was warm, unusually warm and cozy. Kaveh's eyes fluttered as he slowly stirred awake.

<When did I fall asleep? I don't remember going to bed and why is my pillow so firm?>

He opened eyes, blinking sleepily as he looks up only to find Haitham, fast asleep.

<....Haitham?...>

Kaveh frowned in confusion, still hazy from his sleep. He looked around and his widen slowly in realisation that he had fallen asleep on the scribe!

< Oh shit. OH FUCK. What did I doooooo?????>

Kaveh's cheeks heats up as he panicked on what to do.

< Maybe I could slowly get off him? And pretend it never happened? >

Wrong. He couldn't. Haitham's arm was wrapped around his waist and one of Haitham's leg was hooked around his own.

< Shit. I am so screwed. Oh Archons, just end me already.>

Kaveh continued to wonder what to do, his cheeks dusted with a pinkish hue.

< and does he have to look like a perfectly carved sculpture even in his sleep? The archons truly are unfair! >

- @ask-kaveh-official

[It seemed Kaveh's movements stirred Haitham, as he brought his free hand to rub his eyes. As he grazed his earpieces, he groaned and slid them off. As he rubbed the back of his ear, he opened his eyes, looking down at Kaveh, staring at him for a moment as he processed what happened.]

[indilaras]

crossdressing haitham x bi disaster cyno, inspired by this post! I also put in some not-so-sneaky references ehe

ID: a drawing of Cyno and Alhaitham from Genshin Impact. Cyno is the only one fully colored; he is blushing and wide eyed, with an exclamation mark and three hearts in pink, purple, and blue around him. Alhaitham is not fully colored save for his eyes, and there are seven of him in various clothes. Unless specified otherwise, he keeps his soundproof earpieces. On the bottom left corner, he is in a dress, with flowers in his hair. Above that, he is wearing a hijab with a brooch, and he is tapping his chin, looking aside. On the top left, he is wearing a sweater, a long skirt, hair clips, and rectangular glasses; he's smiling and has stacks of books in his arms. On the top middle, he has much longer hair and does not have his earpieces, and he is winking; there is text pointing at him saying "wig #1". Below that is him wearing clothing inspired by female Eremites, holding the handle of a hidden weapon. His hair is slicked back. On the top right, he is in a shoulder-less dress and thigh-high garters; he is sitting with one leg over the other, holding a cup of wine. Below that, he is holding a mug with steam coming out of it, smiling and looking up; his earpieces are off, his hair is shoulder-length, and the text pointing at him says "wig #2". On the bottom right, he has on a looser hijab, a long-sleeved long dress, and glasses. He has his hand up, adjusting his hijab. End ID.

[alluringlight]

Alhaitham x Reader

Warnings: NOT pre-established relationship, can be read platonically, Alhaitham is overstimulated and very heavily implied to be neurodivergent, reader is also implied to be ND at the end, fluff or kind of hurt/comfort? it's just haitham getting overstimulated by everyone at the Akademiya and reader stepping in to give him a reprieve, also no (Y/N) or [Name] used you're just referred to as 'you' so it is gender neutral

WC: 1191

Anyone could tell that the Acting Grand Sage was uncomfortable. Or at least, that was your reasoning as to why you stepped in. You didn’t know Alhaitham that well, having only dealt with him through paperwork and never actually having met him face to face before, so you were a bit nervous about being presumptuous…but with how uncomfortable he seemed, you put aside your pride and told yourself you were simply helping out a regular colleague. 

As for his part, Alhaitham was having a disastrous day. His soundproof earpieces were broken, courtesy of a drunken squabble with his roommate the previous night, and everyone in the Akademiya was getting on his nerves. The voices of hopeful scholars and researchers seeking funding had been drilling into his brain since early in the morning, and he had a pounding headache, not to mention how bad his ears hurt since everything was so loud. He had forgotten just how sensitive they were, having taken his peaceful existence with his earpieces for granted. Once more, he had been stopped by a researcher, on his way back to his office, so now he stood in the hall, pretending he had any interest in the person in front of him. Internally, he just wanted to bang his head into the wall; he knew he was being irrational, which made him feel even worse since logic and rationale were his own slice of divinity. 

“Excuse me, so sorry to interrupt,” You sidled up to the two, immediately capturing the attention of the researcher that you cut off, you gave him an apologetic look as you continued speaking. “I’m going to have to steal the Acting Grand Sage from you; we’ve got an emergency meeting that you’re going to make him late for.” 

“What?! We’re having an important conversation, I’m sure you can wait just a few minutes. You can’t just demand his presence.” The researcher was getting on your nerves, sure you were lying, but he didn’t know that, yet he was still being so rude to you. 

“Look, I know and I apologize, but this meeting was tabled last week due to scheduling conflicts and today’s the only day this week we’ve managed to squeeze in the time.” You tried to give the guy an apologetic smile, but he was getting on your nerves enough that it was a bit hard to muster up. 

The guy scoffed, “Surely, since this meeting was tabled in the first place it can wait a few minutes.” 

Your smile dropped and you eyed him, giving him an unimpressed look. “I didn’t want to do this, but I will pull rank so to speak if you won’t let this go. As most situations are, this one has only gotten worse as it’s been put off, so I’d appreciate it if you let it go. I’m sure if you write up your request and send it through the proper channels it’ll get to the Acting Grand Sage all the same, if you want you can put the request in my office’s mailbox and I’ll deliver it to him myself.” 

The researcher seemed to shrink in on himself a bit, and you knew you assumed correctly, he was needling Alhaitham now since whatever request he had couldn’t go through the regular channels, or it had already been shot down. As he stuttered over himself apologizing for delaying your meeting, you gave him another easy smile. 

Alhaitham watched the exchange patiently, he didn’t want to interfere as he didn’t want to talk and in general he didn’t know you that well, but he knew you had worked with the matra before on a couple of plagiarism cases; he distinctly remembered Cyno mentioning you in relation to a recent case. Since the General Mahamatra himself trusted you, Alhaitham followed you, although begrudgingly as he really just wanted to make an excuse to leave early. In all honesty, he had no idea what meeting you were talking about, but he could care less if it at least got him away from that incessant guy. 

You easily detached the Sage from the researcher, once again waving at him in apology as you tried to look like you were rushing off to do something important. You didn’t say anything at all to Alhaitham as the two of you quickly walked to your own office. It was cozy, with a small two-seater couch in addition to the large desk that was laden with your work. You said nothing as you closed the door and then made quick work of shutting the curtains and turning on the small desk lamp, leaving the small sofa in semi darkness. 

“Uh…I should have some…?” You spoke mostly to yourself, as you were slightly nervous at having the Acting Grand Sage in your office, but you dutifully dug around in your desk until you came upon your own ear defenders. “Here, they’re probably not as comfortable as your earpieces, and they aren’t completely soundproof, but they should work. No one will bother you in here and you’re welcome to lay down if you want. I’m just going to be working on paperwork, but if you need background noise you’re welcome to root through my spin crystals to find one to play.” You didn’t give it much else thought, and settled into your desk chair, easily finding a rhythm as you started scribbling through your work. 

Alhaitham stood there for a long second before he snapped himself out of his stupor, sliding the headphones on and settling onto the couch, propping his head up with an arm and closing his eyes to give them a rest. 

His immediate thought was that you wanted something from him, and consequently wanted him in your debt, but as he glanced at you through squinted eyes, he discarded this notion. The fact that you weren’t paying any attention to him gave him relief, you weren’t analyzing him to make sure he was grateful, and he was finally getting his first reprieve of the day. Although he was very much caught off guard by your kindness, it was much appreciated. 

Alhaitham couldn’t help by briefly think of why this kindness was unusual to him; as a child growing up, acting more adult than boy, not being able to stand loud conversations, not being able to tolerate eating soups or bread that was soggy, he was called a difficult child by those who looked after him - his teacher, his neighbor, but never his grandmother. She always retained a kindness, simply saying his brain worked in a different way than her own, so of course he had different ways of acting and different ways of thinking. 

Alhaitham couldn’t help but also come to the hypothesis that you too were different like him; how else would you have spotted him shutting down whereas everyone else saw his normal, stoic exterior? How else would you have been able to help? Or give him peace and quiet for once when everyone seemed to clamor for his approval today? It made him appreciate your quiet presence, diligently scanning through papers and signing as needed, all the more. 

[enden-k]

i almost forgot theyre both like that until i finally turned volume back on while playing and they both go "ngh∼♡" akcjbkjsac how could i already forget about this 😩

[spacexseven]

since you've done dazai x yandere reader, let's see (yandere) childe x yandere reader or diluc x yandere reader? (or cyno/al haitham, since i recall them being your favourites from genshin<3) don't push yourself if you dont wanna do these tho!! i absolutely adore your work :)

youuu are so sweet lol thank you <3 alhaitham's part might not make sense in canon, but i thought it was a pretty fun idea :> (more on that at the end)* if there's more interest for yandere reader x genshin characters, i'll go ahead and work on more characters later <3

as alhaitham held up the earpiece, it occurred to him for a moment that there were better ways for him to be spending his time than studying a now useless akasha terminal. there was nothing in particular that was unique about this one, except the person to who it belonged. for some days now, he had been bothered constantly by your presence. even for someone like him, who was always aware of his surroundings, it was becoming increasingly difficult to catch you. in fact, it appeared that after every time he caught you watching him from the distance, you were only getting better at camouflaging into the crowd and the background.

he was already quite bothered by the fact that he had yet to actually catch you, which left his questions for you unanswered and him constantly on edge, paranoid about whether you were watching him still. while he was mostly sure you harbored no ill intent, at the very least, he was sure you were not stalking him in order to attack him, he couldn't deny the unease that followed him whenever you laid eyes on his figure. however, with the few times he had managed to spot you following him, he had enough information about your physical features to concentrate his search on a handful of people in sumeru.

and since he had caught sight of your earpiece when you turned to disappear after realizing you had been caught in the act, alhaitham decided it was a good place to start his search. he had already gathered information about his list of suspects, but this would surely end it once and for all. he was convinced, that once he found his way into the dreams each suspect's akasha terminal had harvested, he would find irrefutable proof of which of these names were yours, and your intentions with him.

what he didn't expect, when looking at the harvested dreams, was to be staring at himself—frames and frames of him from different angles, mid-speech, in various poses. it was alarming, how the only thing you dreamt about was meeting him, talking to him, holding him...he couldn't wrap his mind around how you seemed to be driven only by the thought of him, your mind constantly revolving around him and your dreams plagued by images of him. it almost felt like an illness, something dark and stubborn, clinging desperately onto your every thought and worming its way into all the corners of your mind. and at the center of this illness was none other than alhaitham himself.

were you stalking him after succumbing to this illness, this obsession that had possessed you? or maybe, were you hoping that he may have an answer to this, or did the sight of him soothe your torment? or maybe you thought that he was the cause of all of this. he had too many questions and no definite answers. no, until he could get his hands on you and extract the needed information right from the source, he would be left distressed. it was rather easy to plan out the rest, now that he was certain of your identity. and now he was the one watching your every move, waiting for a second of vulnerability from between the crowd so that he could isolate and corner you.

*'cos you know alhaitham knows the akasha system better than most people since he's studied it and stuff, so i thought if he wanted to, he could probably "see" the dreams harvested by the akasha terminal. i guess this wouldn't exactly work since he's not really all for doing extra work if he doesn't have to, but let's just ignore all of that because this is just what my mind could come up with ^^

[screamingcrows]

🎲 hehe

You rolled 41! A kiss out of spite is coming right up (also I lied; I ended up going with neither Dottore nor Albedo) but a secret third option)

Alhaitham knew it was his fault you were currently huffing and puffing in frustration, angrily collecting scattered papers and books, snapping them shut with no care for placing a bookmark first. You had been prone to such harmless, if petty, ploys of revenge since he'd first met you.

Admittedly, your shared space had begun resembling the aftermath of an exam season, something neither of you had needed to stress about for years. When he shifted slightly in the couch it didn't go unnoticed, and his stomach churned at the scowl on your face. He hated this just as much as you, but there was nothing to be done really.

"I said I'd tidy up once I was finished working," he attempted to pacify, making his voice as neutral as possible.

"Not everything can be pushed around based on your schedule," you snapped at him, voice shaking slightly.

So this was about more than just the clutter then. Gently closing the book in his hand, Alhaitham considered how to proceed, letting his eyes drift towards your face. For a moment, he wondered if spring had finally set in before realising with a bleeding heart that your eyes were red for an entirely different reason.

You were evidently upset, holding his stare with a passion that was rare. It clicked into place far sooner than he'd have liked, he'd been horrible, hadn't he?

"I-.. I haven't been fair to you these past few weeks. This was precisely what I've wanted to avoid, and I'm sorry for not noticing sooner," he stood up as he spoke, hating the way you stepped back, placing a broom between the two of you. Another barrier.

"I've barely spoken to you since you became the Acting Grand Sage, barely even seen you, and- and I thought today would be different. I got so excited that you stayed home 'haitham, I cleared my damned schedule to stay with you,"

He took a deep breath, knowing now would be a bad time to point out that he'd never made any indication that he would have any free time today. That wasn't a conversation either of you needed right now. Before he could reply, you already made a verbal lunge.

"There's no partnership in this, and I'm sick and tired of doing everything without so much as a single acknowledgement from you and-"

"Sit."

"What? No."

Alhaitham did what he could to stop his hands from trembling when he reached out and pried the broom from you, immediately regretting having let it clatter to the ground, the sound doing nothing to break the tension.

With a gentle shove he gets you to sit, taking a spot beside you, hand firmly wrapped around yours, heart beating heavy in his chest at the thought of having been so blinded.

"The day isn't over, my work can wait. We could go for a picnic, it shouldn't be too warm and we have leftovers to bring. I can go to the bazaar and get fruit while you get ready," his mind was running as fast as possible, voice struggling to keep up.

"I don't want it to be forced, and that's exactly what you're doing right now."

His eyes widened slightly, struck by lightning when you pulled your hand from his.

"Tomorrow then, the entire day?"

He saw how your eyes narrowed, which only made the surge of relief when you yanked his earpiece to the side and kissed his ear that much greater. You were still scowling, arms crossed in front of your chest, but most likely it was for show now.

"Three more weeks and I'm back to lazing around as much as you want. And ah-," he cleared hos throat sheepishly, "handling my own clutter in a more timely manner."

[grimmweepers]

cinnamon, vanilla, and lovesick for ryuthaim🤭 pretty please!!

omg thank you flora for the question!!! i kiss u a million times

selfship ask games

cinnamon ৻ꪆ what pet names do they call you? what pet names do you call them?

i’m not very creative with pet names so i usually call him haithie, lovie, baby, or haitham! he basically calls me the same so baby, ryu (but with a slight melodic cadence to it), honey and fungus if he feels like teasing ^_^

vanilla ৻ꪆ what do they keep on their nightstand? what do you keep on yours?

oh my nightstand you’ll find my glasses case, a stack of dark romance books, my wired earphones, a lip balm, a perfume bottle (for decor) and probs an empty snack packet bc i do the unthinkable and sometimes snack in bed sowry!!!! can you tell i’m not a minimalist lmfao. on his nightstand is definitely his earpieces, an even bigger stack of books (less books but bigger in thickness), i see nail clippers, and an empty glass of water

lovesick ৻ꪆ what’s their biggest kink(s)? and yours?

you sly fox, you

hm it’s hard to say what our biggest kinks are but i will vouch that alhaitham loves edging (giving and receiving) and breeding (istg the first time he nutted in me it permanently changed the trajectory of his life. he doesn’t do it often because of pregnancy risks but it makes him feel so possessive. i can tell from the way he’s white-knuckling my waist). he partakes in some good ole brat taming, pussyjobs, and idk if this is even a kink but he is so into dry humping. he hates soiling his pants but he loves kissing me so when one thing leads to another…

i pretty much share the same kinks as him but i can be a bit a lot of an exhibitionist 👀 and i feel like it’s heightened when he becomes a scribe. i love being watched, being completely bare when he isn’t, sneaking around when with the potential of getting caught, doing it in inconvenient spaces, and i love seeing his restraint getting chipped away. i also like a teensy bit of light bondage (giving and receiving) <3 oh i know it’s not a kink but i just love his cum :] you know that one post that said like “my favourite type of animal is a man cumming” THAT’S ME LMFAOOAOAIA

[glitterguts13]

Some fluff with pregnant Alhaitham getting spoiled by his partners Kaveh and Wriothesley after having a difficult day?

Fluff fluff fluff fluff

Irritation radiated off the Scribe the moment he walked through his front door. Jaw clenched tight, shoulders tense and his body set ridged. He drops his belongings next to the door, kicks off his shoes, and goes straight for his bed.

AlHaitham hears Kaveh call him from the kitchen, but is in no state to respond. All he can think about is his bed, lying down and forgetting everything for a few precious hours.

By the time Kaveh had turned off the stove and gathered Wriothesley, AlHaitham was already curled up in bed. Back to the door, all they can see is the top of his and the outline of his tense form.

"Haitham?" Kaveh edges closer, crawling onto the bed beside his lover. Still, no response. AlHaitham's eyes were closed, but Kaveh knew he wasn't sleeping, and gently removed his earpiece.

"What happened?" Wrio joins quickly, kneeling on the other side of Kaveh, running his fingers through Alhaitham's slightly messy hair. There's worry in his voice, even more so when he sees how tightly the scribe is wrapped around his swollen belly. Hands running over his middle, soothing the unborn baby inside.

"Tell me what happened." Wrio continued to card his fingers through his lover's hair, while Kaveh rubbed his shoulder to let him know he was there as well, and listening.

"Just...a long day."

"Did something happen at work?" Kaveh chews his lip nervously, he wants his lover to just come out and say what the problem is, but he knows nagging him will only make him shut down further. Thankfully, AlHaitham didn't seem to be in the mood to dodge questions.

"Being questioned on if I can still do my work properly. They know they can't replace me, but they aren't quiet about their distaste," AlHaitham grumbles, pulling around himself tighter, "They think I can't hear them. Several people were gossiping about what a terrible parent I'll be." it had been a sore spot since the start of his pregnancy, one he'd reluctantly opened up about months prior. Alhaitham was well aware he wasn't the tender, motherly type, but Kaveh and Wrio never once thought he would be anything less than a perfect parent.

"Who said it." Wrio all but growls.

"Doesn't matter. Making a big deal out of it is worse than letting it go." AlHaitham wasn't wrong, but his lovers still didn't enjoy knowing there were people opening shit talking their precious lover.

"How about I go out and get your favorite dinner?" Wrio offers, but AlHaitham shakes his head.

"I'm not very hungry." Kaveh nestles down into the bed, wrapping himself around AlHaitham and nuzzling into the back of his neck.

"What if I make something light and bring it to you in bed? Wrio picked up some books from Fontaine, we could read to you some if you'd like." going still, AlHaitham thinks for a moment, before nodding. Wrio grins, pressing a kiss to his forehead before trotting off to find the stash of goodies he'd brought home. Kaveh untangles himself, quickly returning to the kitchen to finish dinner.

Within the hour, Wrio has AlHaitham nestled comfortably against his chest, reading aloud. A book on the history and legends of Fontaine, something AlHaitham had been curious about since they'd started dating. Kaveh is in front of him, spooning soup into his mouth. Despite his protest that he was more than capable of feeding himself, the blonde had sulked and insisted on doing it instead.

It was rare for AlHaitham to allow himself to be spoiled, but as he took mouthfuls of soup and warm bread and listened to Wrio's voice reading passages from one of the books, AlHaitham decides to allow himself to indulge more often.

[scribe-not-sage]

The door squeaked open as Kaveh entered. He clicked his tongued.

"Gotta get that fixed." He grumbled.

He placed his keys in the dish beside the door, on top of the shoe rack and he headed to meet Haitham.

"Hey. I am back!!" He whispered as approached the living room with a bag full of food.

-@ask-kaveh-official

[Haitham was lying with an arm over his eyes on the sofa, his earpieces still on the table, though he had taken his coat off, with the cable between the earpieces and the small box curled on the table with the earpieces and the box at either side.]

Hm?