#kaveh scenarios

[monocaelia]

with my hand in yours.

as your fingers trace along the lines that make up their palm, they wonder how such a wonderful being like you could ever love someone like them. aka; little abstract thoughts about what their hands would be like.

feat. al-haitham, childe, diluc, kaveh, scaramouche, xiao.

genre : fluff. light angst but it's not that serious.

note : school sucks and i want to hold hands w childe so bad rn so here is the product of that thought.

❀ AL-HAITHAM

contrary to what you may think, al-haitham's hands are large and calloused; not to the point of being overly rough, but enough to know that he keeps his hands busy from both paperwork and dealing with unruly people that come across his way. which is surprising considering that he was always one to take the easiest route out of any situation.

but you suppose someone who is adept at using a sword and dealing with eremites and annoying scholars can't just get away with smooth hands.

your hand is much smaller than his in comparison, especially so when his encases your own while you reach for a book you cannot quite reach within the house of daena. you insist that you could reach it yourself, but after minutes of watching you struggle and nearly make the bookshelf topple over as you lean more and more onto the shelves, he decided to take matters into his own hands. although you hate it when he aids you without you asking for help, he finds it endearing, especially so when he gets an excuse to hold your hand like this.

sometimes, the scribe doesn't understand your fascination with his hands as your fingers lazily trace shapes and lines across his palm while his eyes skim through the book in his hands. your body rests against him, head gently propped on his chest and fingers busy with his. although it was a distracting feeling, it was one he welcomed and preferred rather than the presence of his dramatic roommate.

though, al-haitham cannot deny that he doesn't find the contrast between the size of his hands and you amusing. how different your jaw feels in his palm as he lifts your face up to keep your eyes on him during your study session. your soft skin against his rougher hands was a nice feeling, a contrast that he finds humor in despite the blank expression that never leaves his face.

even if you push him away, fed up from his constant deadpan comments and dry teasing, your hand always finds their way back in his with fingers intertwined as he skims through the next book that catches his attention. with a gentle squeeze and a kiss placed on the tops of your knuckles, al-haitham holds onto you until it is unfortunately time to part ways. but even then, the ghost of your palm presses against his when you're gone and he cannot wait to hold you once more.

❀ CHILDE

the scars the decorate childe's hands are ones that he holds with much pride. they're living proof of the battles that he has conquered and pushed through with mere strength and wit; and there isn't a moment where he would ever hide his battle scars.

childe's hands are rough and calloused with toughened skin from years of fighting, both from training for the fatui and also from surviving through his time in the abyss.

but despite it all, a sign of humanity shines through his hardened hands; light freckles dust the back of his hands and his knuckles and travel up his arm. though they aren't as condensed as the ones that shower his cheeks like the stars, they're still enough to attract your attention to them when his gloves are off around you.

his hand often clings onto yours as he guides you to places you've never seen before in his home nation. with gloved hands intertwined with one another, childe eagerly tugs you along the banks of morepesok, gently guiding you along the more troublesome and icier parts of the path so you wouldn't slip. his hand, sturdy and strong, gently presses against the small of your back while the other holds one of yours as you hop over a rock.

other times, his hand is held carefully by yours as you admire all of scars with him. the young harbinger finds it humorous when you stare at him in shock after telling you about the battles he fought to get them before getting a firm lecture by you about taking care of himself. he doesn't see the big deal; if he's the fatui's biggest asset when it comes to fighting, why wouldn't he want to be used as their weapon?

however, seeing your tearful expression as he comes home battered from a serious battle shatters his proud heart into a million pieces. he warned you about the duties he has a fatui harbinger, and yet you continued to love him and stay by his side. childe wasn't a good guy, per se, and there would be times where there would be no signs of him coming home at all. but you persevered, telling him that he was crazy for even thinking that you would be scared away because of his job.

his thumb, rough and heavily scarred, brushes away the tears from your cheek as you clean up the blood that soils his clothes. you're so much different than he is; someone who is not bludgeoned and terrorized by the horrors of the abyss or the power of the fatui. and yet you hold him like he is your world, like he's fourteen again and didn't have the scars of the world on his body.

❀ DILUC

diluc's hands tell the tragic tale of his past; scarred from years of avenging his father with only his great sword by his side and burned from training and utilizing the pyro vision that dangles by his waist. he is damaged and hurt from years of betrayal and the deep scars that run up his hands to his arms are visual evidence of them.

but, despite his cool attitude and standoffish personality, his hands are the warmest you have ever felt. as if the agony his heart experienced in the few years of his adulthood failed to extinguish the flickering flame that keeps his soul ablaze.

the young master of dawn winery's rough hands hold onto yours gently, fingers cupping your own as he brings them to his lips as a polite, yet cheeky greeting knowing you would fluster at the mere act. they're playful, often traveling up your arms after his small greeting and pulling you into his embrace. the flame that was once ignited by rage, burning with the intent to harm those who have wronged him, now lulls you in with the intent of making your heart race.

diluc is aware of the effect his hands have on you, especially during battles where the two of you are fighting alongside one another. gloved hands quickly reach out to grab you, pulling you behind him as his flaming great sword slams forward to knock the abyss mage into the ground. although the battle was over, his hand does not leave your arm and you knew at this point that he was leaving it there deliberately.

his touch, as playful as they get sometimes, were also one that you found solace in, especially when the cold winter air of mondstadt nips at your skin. although diluc worries you find his hands worrisome to look at and feel, all of his disrupting thoughts melt away when your hand squeezes his in return. and so, hands roughened by the most painful of memories hold yours and give you the comfort that you seek.

and comfort you, they do. when the heavy rain outside the winery drenches you to the bone, diluc's warm, scarred hands quickly pull you inside. he doesn't ask you what happened, instead waits for you to tell him yourself, and with a towel in his hands he dries you as much as he can. attracted to his touch like a moth to a flame, your shaking hands quickly grasp onto his own and cling to his being like he was the sole reason you were still sane.

and just once, diluc is happy that you find relief in embers that once burned with no remorse.

❀ KAVEH

kaveh's hands are slender and smooth, contrary to the fact that he wields a heavy claymore as his weapon of choice. anyone would assume that his hands are rough from hours spent on studying architecture and building miniature and actual scale models of his designs, but those who know the young architect are aware of his fondness towards body and skin care.

if anything, the only flaw that hinders kaveh from having the perfect, flawless hands that anyone would dream of would be the smudges of both ink and graphite from his drafts of architectural buildings that stain his fingertips and sides of his hands.

you can't imagine the amount of times your face had ended up accidentally smudged by the inked fingers of your lover. soft, thin fingers lovingly brush the side of your face, moving a stray strand of your hair that obstructs his view of you, only to reveal a smudge of graphite where his fingers just touched. no matter how many apologies spewed from his lips, the smudge remained and small bouts of laughter escape from your lips before reassuring the young architect that it was fine.

however, when his fingers are clean, they're often found touching you in only the most innocent ways. his skilled fingers gently rub in the moisturizer on your face, huffing in fake exasperation as you laugh and attempt to escape his pinching and prodding. with enough squirming and chuckles, kaveh finally squishes your face in between his soft hands, tilting your face to look directly at him. affection is evident with the way he stares at you, smile warmer than the sunshine that radiates brightly in sumeru city, before he quickly bends down to peck at your puckered lips.

there's nothing but love and care in the way that he touches you, regardless of when or where it happens. his nimble fingers find their way to your arm when you drift asleep against him, waiting for him to finish up his draft of the new building he's designing. they graze across your skin, skimming everything that makes you you, the you that the architect loves so dearly.

sometimes he wonders what you see in a simple architect that shoots too far to land on the stars, but if you're beside him with every step that he takes, kaveh feels as though every star is suddenly in reach.

❀ SCARAMOUCHE

ball joints similar to a dolls connect and form the hands that belong to scaramouche, a permanent reminder of the reason he was birthed into this world. as much as he hates looking at them and no matter how much he does to erase his past, they haunt him and contain the memories that he wishes to leave in the past.

maybe then, he would feel more human and let his once fragile heart breathe once more.

similar to a doll's hand, his hands are also smooth and dainty with only a few permanent scars on his fingertips. faint lightning scars trail from his finger tips to his second knuckle and slight calloused fingertips from tending to the doll he calls his "wandering companion."

despite the living proof of his existence as a puppet, there are a few moments where he feels human, where he feels as of his heart could beat once more and hope is flourishes throughout his weathered soul. when your fingers intertwine with his and your palm presses gently against his own, it's as if his forgotten heart had grown wings, fluttering on its own after years of stagnant pain.

feeling your pulse beat against his skin and the gentle tug of his arm as you lead him reminds the wanderer that despite his harsh past and the betrayals that led him astray, he lived through them and is living life anew, a life where he controls the trajectory of his life. and one where he is loved by you.

as much as he hates his hands, he cannot stop you from loving them in his place. when you kiss his fingertips and rub comforting circles across his skin, it's hard for his hatred to fester and grow; for how can he hate something that you love.

not that he would ever admit it to you; always flicking your roaming hands away from his and pinching the fat of your thumb when they reach for his. he calls your touch "annoying" and a "nuisance," but when it's his turn to watch over you during the night, his pinky never fails to interlock with yours.

❀ XIAO

xiaos' hands are rough to the touch, fingertips slender and sharp like the talons of a hawk ready to snatch its prey from where they lay. after centuries of fighting off enemies and protecting the mortals that reside peacefully in liyue, it would be more surprising if not a scar decorated the yaksha's skin.

he is cool to the touch; not needing to generate body heat as he has no need to stay warm and used to the cold from serving his previous master.

blood stains his palms from the lives he took, whether it was accidental or on purpose he doesn't remember any more. innocent lives were mixed in when he dealt with enemies and his karmic debt affected those around him even if he wanted to suffer alone.

and yet, you hold his hands as if he were a small finch; fragile and prone to dying even though he is anything but. your hands are so warm, nearly encompassing his entire being with a mere brush of your fingertips against his. it was inviting, enticing, something that he craved even though he shouldn't.

despite pushing you away when his karmic debt was going to take over, your hands still found his and held on with little to no regard of your own wellbeing.

"as long as i get to you, it doesn't matter," was always your excuse when he demanded why you did something so reckless.

even if he hated the thought of his curse harming you in the worst way possible and feared the mere possibility of losing you, the yaksha could not calm the happiness that fluttered in his chest as if erupting a nest of a million crystalflies within the cavity of where his heart used to be.

you who kiss the scars that litters his hands, as if you were scared that the young adeptus would be the first to disappear from your life, deserve better than him, someone who has innocent blood pooling from his fingertips. but he does not have the heart to deny you from holding his hand and pulling him close, for he loves you too much to even humor the thought of a life apart from you.

[honeykaes]

a renter's deal

pairing: renter!kaveh x afab!reader II 2.2k

warning: smut, 18+ content, minors do not interact, afab!reader with no set pronouns, cunnilingus, fingering, reader had a previous crush on kaveh, unambiguous if kaveh knew, reader is a landlord, unedited

synopsis: your old college-friend (and crush) Kaveh hadn’t paid rent yet. Just as you draft an email to inform him of the consequences, you hear a knock at the door wish a kaveh desperate to pay you back in other ways.

Cicadas loud chirping echoing from outside as your a/c continuously blast to avoid the hot temperatures of the summer from creeping into your apartment complex. It was the end of the month as the next loomed over in a couple of days. As the landlord, this was one of your busiest times. From working on paperwork moving people out of apartments to finalizing paperwork and credit scores to move people into the apartment, you had your work cut out for you—especially when it came to residents paying their dues for their apartments.

A fan blew past you, causing your body  to shiver as you shake your head trying to focus again on the laptop in front of you. An excel sheet on the screen greeted you back, tracking everyone’s payments. Apartment 125, Tighnari, paid in full. So did apartment 243, Aether and Lumine,  before they moved out.

As you scrolled down, you noticed only a few people had not paid you for rent yet despite today being the last day of the month—including your old college friend, Kaveh.

You and Kaveh were once friends in college before losing contact after graduating. He was always very popular and friendly, a heart of gold that always managed to get hurt by one situation or another. He was now a pretty-well known architect trying to start his own firm. 

You helped him through his breakups, his tests—his ups and downs, as he did the same for you. You wanted to reconnect when you first worked with him, moving in to his complex but things weren’t the same. The two of you aren’t the same 18, 19 year olds staying up late and going to a midnight movie showing before an exam like you used to—you both were in your late twenties, different responsibilities and interests pulling you.

And that scared you, so you gave him space.

Since the economy had slowed and businesses and organizations were interesting in building more projects anymore, Kaveh suffered immensely, scrapping anything he could to try to pay rent at the last minute to you. You felt bad but you didn’t want to pry either. 

You let out a sigh, clicking on your emails as you began to draft. Since he was late on payment, a meeting needed to be scheduled and fees processed to strategize a plan. You didn’t want to evict the poor man; or anyone for that matter.

Just as you finished drafting the email, you turned your head hearing a knock at the door. Placing your laptop on your coffee table and rising from the couch, you expected a resident to inform you about something breaking or not working. Your lips parted in shock to see Kaveh at the door. 

Kaveh seemed completely disheveled, long blond ombre hair, a mess unlike its usually tidy self. His clothes were wrinkled and unfastened as if he had just woken up and immediately ran here. He leans along the wall near your door, chest heaving loudly as he struggles to catch his breath.

“Kaveh?! Are you alright?!” you stammered out. Kaveh puts a finger out to signal to give him a second before he finally catches his breath.

“N-No. I’m so sorry I’m late on rent,” he groaned. “I am working with this school to create a playground but they won’t be able to pay me until next week. I’m a bit short with rent with my current funds.”

Your lips curled downwards before lifting your head to to nurse the headache threatening to form from the stress of the situation.

“This isn’t the first time you’ve been late, Kaveh. I can’t grant you a grace period. I really need that money in full,” you murmured. Kaveh turned to face you, scarlet eyes misty in desperation. Your heart withered seeing him in this state, but you feared bugging would put you on a tight spot with your boss.

“Please (Y/n)! You got to understand, I really tried this time. I can give you what I have and give you the remaining next week! Then I’ll be good to go for next month,” Kaveh yelled out. 

“Kaveh, let’s continue this inside, okay? I’ll get you a glass of water or some tea to calm your nerves,” you beckoned, as your own anxiety began to creep in your stomach, you open your door beckoning Kaveh to come inside without a potential audience watching the two of you.

As he nervously entered, stifly sitting himself at the couch as you leave to enter your adjacent kitchen.

“I am only short 500 out of the 1500 dollars for rent and utilities. I can surely give that to you next week,” Kaveh called out as you prepare some glasses of water for you two. You sigh once more, leaning yourself against the fridge trying to figure out what to say without hurting your old friend’s feelings anymore.

“Kaveh, technically it wouldn’t be 500 but 1000. 100 for the late fee and 400 because this is the second time, along with the 500. I don’t make these policies, my bosses do,” you replied solemnly, guilt beginning to eat at you.

“Then what can I do to prevent the late fees from occurring!” he asked.

In college, whenever he was in a bad situation, to make him feel better you always started off with a ridiculous joke to catch him off guard before giving some sound advice with a smile. Oftentimes, he’d be smiling back, hopeful and taking your feedback and lighthearted jokes for the better.

Grabbing the glasses of water, you walked back into the living room placing the waters on the coffee table and closing your laptop.

“I don’t know, fuck me or something,” you idly murmured out before chuckling. Just as you were about to give him actual advice, Kaveh fell to his knees in front of you, wrapping his arms around your legs. You gasped, flustered,  body shifting in embarrassment feeling his close contact.

“Kaveh! What are you doing! It was a joke! Y’know like I used to do in college!” you stammered out. Kaveh lifted his head up, eyebrows slightly furrowed in determination.

“Well, I’m not! I wouldn’t mind it at all. If this makes those pesky late fees go away, I’d be more than happy to do this and more!” Kaveh replied. You tried forming words from your quivering lips but your mind seemed to be malfunctioning, feeling his lips beginning to trail along your thighs, placing soft kisses along the skin.

“...Please (Y/n). For old times sake?” he whispered. 

Your heart tugged remembering the big crush you had on him before and the drunken kisses you shared with him as you attending parties together leaving you longing for more—the memories were flooding you like a tidal wave.

“...Okay, Kaveh…”

With a small smile gracing his sun-kissed face, Kaveh hands trailed up as his fingers hook on their shorts and the waistband of your underwear and gilded them down. He leaned his face in, puffs of his hot breath causing your body to shiver from the sensation as your clit began throbbing in anticipation.

His face tilts closer, darting his tongue out as he trailed a long swipe between your folds. The muscles curled up to brush against your clit, jolts of pleasure rooting through you from the sudden touch. He swirled along the bud of nerves, hands squeezing at your thighs. Your hands reached over to his hair, playing with the soft curls and losing yourself to pleasure.

He flicked his tongue along the nub, feeling your hips beginning to rock along his face. A low groan emitted from you as you ground yourself against him, his lips circling around your clit before beginning to suck. He continued to switch from sucking to rapidly flicking and circling his tongue on your clit while his hand crept up to squeeze your ass so he could keep up with your movements.

As he continued, one hand eventually left the globe letting two of his fingers sink into your dribbling cunt, coated with your arousal and his saliva. He pumped them deliberately slowly, your legs shaking from his delicate touch, wanting more.

“Kaveh,” you whimpered out, hearing him slurp continuously as your slick graced his mouth. He nuzzled his face deeper into your cunt, as his fingers pumped inside your pulsating walls, curling and massaging themselves to get you closer to your high.

Shutting your eyes, your hands traveled to your chest and squeezed it tightly as your voice began to rise, feeling Kaveh’s tongue press harder against the button. You throw your head back, as your high finally reached you. Kaveh struggled to keep up with your movements as he continued to thrust his fingers inside of you, nursing your high before it fell down. 

With slight jitters, Kaveh finally leaned away, lower mouth completely coated in your slick. His tongue was parted out, strings of your arousal still connecting the muscle with your cunt. Your tired eyes stared down in embarrassment, cheeks warm in shame as Kaveh wipes his mouth in content.

You could see the bulge poking out from his pants.

“W-Well! You’ve done your part! So—”

You're interrupted by Kaveh rising from his knees on the floor and connecting his lips with your own in a passionate kiss. You can’t help but moan, feeling his tongue, stained in your juices, roam inside your own mouth as he pulled you closer. He momentarily broke the kiss, both of you trying to catch your breaths, lips hovering by your own.

“I want to ensure that you don’t go back on your word though. So please, let me ensure your pleasure…” Kaveh breathlessly begged, claiming your lips once more. His hands wandered to your waist as pinned you against the wall—paintings knocking roughly from the sudden movement. 

Breaking the kiss once more, he zipped his pants down, revealing his throbbing erection. His cock was flushed, shivering as he took a hold of it as precum budded at its tip, dripping down to the rest of his length. He pumped it a few times with a shaky moan erupting from his lips before using another hand to slightly light your leg up near his small waist.

Your lips trembled as the tip of his cock spread past your folds trying to find your entrance, gathering up the abundant slick drooling from you. As Kaveh lined himself up, he placed his lips by your ear and with a low groan, sank himself inside of you. 

He grunted loudly when he finally bottomed out, cock nestled deep inside of you. He pecked at your neck before snapping his hips back, thrusting himself inside of you. The paintings hit the wall rowdily to the pace of his thrusts. 

“I hope you’re enjoying my end of the d-deal…” Kaveh grunted out, pressing his lips against your ear so you could hear all of his little noises. You moaned in response as Kaveh reached over to press tight circles along your overstimulated clit. 

“Y-You made me so sensitive,” you admitted, as you chirped, feeling Kaveh shifting his angle pistoning inside of you so he was not hitting that spot he desperately wanted to find.

“T-That’s the point. I want to make you cum so hard. I know you can…you're so close aren’t you, eshgham,” he whispered, nibbling on your neck. Kaveh could feel your walls beginning to cave in and spasm, signaling your end was close. 

“K-Kav—” Kaveh captured your lips as you reached your second climax, your body shivering pinned against him. Hips sloppily faltered as he furrowed his eyebrows to try to control his own temptations and guide you down your high once more.

As glossy lips part from your own, Kaveh slipped his cock out, pumping it rapidly before a desperate groan emitted from his lips before biting down to try to be quieter. Ropes of cum shot from his tip, smearing themselves on your thighs. 

He watched as his cum glided down the curves of your wobbling leg. He let your other leg down before supported your weight on your body with a small smile.

“Easy there…you’re probably very overstimulated. Let’s get you all cleaned up in your bathroom. Where is that,” he asked. You tiredly pointed into the direction of your bedroom as he guided you toward it. As he opened the door, he gently set you down on the rim of the porcelain bathtub before reaching to grab a rag on your towel rack.

“I’m sorry for going a little overboard. I just wanted to ensure I had done my part. Keeping my end of the deal is important to me,” he murmured, wetting the towel up with some soap before wiping it down to clean your legs. As he wiped over your cunt, you whined at the burn of overstimulation getting to you.

“...So, please, please please don’t go back on your word, (Y/n),” he begged, with large  pleading eyes. You sighed once more, but to his surprise it was a lot lighter in tone than earlier.

“...You don’t have to pay rent at all for this month, okay? I’ll cover it…just focus on getting the money for the next month,” you whispered. Kaveh lit up as a grin curled on his face. He leaned in placing a tender kiss on your forehead as your cheeks fought against a blush.

“...I missed you Kaveh…” you admitted. Kaveh brushed part of your hair away.

“I missed you too.”

[yoimix]

genshin men + sleepless nights

ft. diluc, xiao, kaveh

playlist. afterglow - taylor swift ; like real people do - hozier ; kiss goodnight - i don’t how but they found me

[ tw: nightmares, suggestive ]

✽ diluc is well-acquainted with nightmares. he often wakes up in the quiet of the night to dreadful noise inside his head, grating, punishing him for the past. but now that he instead meets your soft touch and warm breath, he finds himself calming down easier. i’ll keep you safe. he’s said that to you before, in the heat of battle. only recently did he discover you’re keeping that promise when the flames have died down. the world is cruel, but despite that, he will still love you. that is his promise to you. even through rapid, unsteady breathing, he seeks out the nook of your shoulder, pressing his forehead against your skin like you’re the magic remedy to his ailments. you shiver sometimes, mumbling that his hair tickles; it only makes him sigh in relief, and you hold yourself back from giggling maniacally at the sensation. you smooth his hair away from your neck but he only buries himself further in.

“diluc.”

“mhm.”

“now, you’re just messing with me, aren’t you?”

“why would i ever do that?”

you huff and diluc smiles, lips pressing against your neck in a flurry of soft kisses.

“diluc! that tickles,” you complain, weakly pushing his head away. a deep chuckle rumbles from him and he rises to finally meet your eyes.

“can i kiss you?” he whispers, suddenly sincere.

“now you ask? after you’ve violated my poor neck like that?”

“you didn’t complain last time.” he raises an eyebrow.

“really, diluc?” you scoff. “where’s all this unbridled confidence coming from? usually you’d blush like a newly-wed bride the moment i whisper something in your ear.”

diluc rolls his eyes, a faint glow over his cheeks under the moonlight. “that’s not true. and... and i... i’m simply enjoying myself.”

you whistle. “mondstadt’s very own winery tycoon discovers the joys of teasing his lover in the dead of night. riveting.”

diluc sighs in exasperation, throwing his hands up. “can you not? you always tease me.”

“you’re so easy to tease.” you bite down your lips. it doesn’t go unnoticed by your boyfriend, his impulse fighting to take over the control he exerts.

he caves, leaning in to press a chaste kiss against your mouth. his lips linger; one kiss, two kisses, till he has you pressed against his chest, his arms secure around your waist.

you pull away, before placing a quick kiss to his nose. none of the other kisses have the effect as this one, for his ears nearly spark with the rush of heat to his face.

“are you growing a stubble?” you bite down a teasing smile. “i don’t want my chin all itchy every time we kiss.”

he grimaces. “no. i’ll shave tomorrow. it makes me look too much like my father.”

you purse your lips. it’s the same quiet of winter as the one you met him in. he was a talented boy, and you, the bane of his existence. since then, many winters have passed, some cozy, some silly, and some lonely and grieving. the winery has dimmed (even diluc), but everything is always bright in your wide eyes, from the lush grapevines to the sunset-haired man. you’re both aware you cannot win against time. and so, just like him, you keep every postcard. 

“diluc,” you call, hesitant. “it’s not a bad thing.”

“i know,” he responds curtly. 

you never learned what to say. diluc never wants you to.

he holds your wrist, lifting it up to place your palm against his cheek again. it’s quiet. he breaks eye contact.

“i have regrets, (name). and they’re all because of... my ego.”

“diluc-”

when it rains, it pours.

“if only i were... if only i were a better man... if i were less cruel,” he whispers, remorse coating his tongue like ash. 

you smooth your thumb over his cheek, till he sighs. diluc meets your eyes with the glow of embers, soft and a little lost, maybe. 

“you’re a good man to me,” you say finally. “i think that’s a good start.”

diluc sighs again, snapping himself out of his daze. “and you’re too good to me.”

“who else will buy me sickly sweet flowers and get me the best dandelion wine in mondstadt?”

diluc rolls his eyes, taking your wrists once again to plant a kiss each against them.

“thank you, (name),” he says, a smile finally sprouting on his warm lips.

“of course, diluc,” you mumble. “you mean so much to me... anyway, shall we bake tomorrow? surely you can leave the abyss alone for the weekend.”

diluc blinks. “actually...”

your smile drops and he gulps, swallowing his words.

“yes,” he answers. “my schedule is clear tomorrow. but i’m... i’m not quite proficient with baking, my love.”

“that’s alright.” you wave your hand dismissively before going off on a tangent, on a path of words diluc’s quite familiar with. snapdragon flowers, dandelion seeds, sweet flower jam—you certainly have a wide knowledge of all of these. he’s seen you collect them for hours on end, your odd little baking experiments giving adelinde a heart attack. you’ve always been this way. after all these years, the winery thinks of you as fondly as he does.

diluc tucks your hair behind your ears, running his fingers through your hair once you’re snuggled up in bed again. you’re still mumbling about narrowing down which recipe to try tomorrow morning in a sleep-laced haze. diluc can’t get enough of it.

“you mean so much to me too,” he whispers.

✽ xiao is a warrior first and foremost, and everyone knows warriors can never sleep at night. for xiao, it’s a special case. his war is not a war people can thank him for, nor does he see an end to it. it is invisible to most, and his battle scars are the only monument to his acts of deliverance. but you... you, with your curious eyes and fickle fingers, always running your mouth about his tattoos and breaks in his schedule—is he supposed to open up so easily? is he supposed to sigh in relief at your animated explanations or get so drowsy on sunlit afternoons when you’re around? is he supposed to desperately want to hold you? perhaps he is, for his eyes always seek your figure, hands itching to drop his spear and take your hands instead. if he asks for forgiveness for all that he is, would you smile at him and pretend he is as human as you? no, he’s known you for months. you’d do something outrageously stupid—and it’d be the medicine to all his ailments.

“how is it my fault?” he pinches the bridge of his nose.

“of course it’s your fault!” you huff. 

“i never prevented your... afternoon naps.”

“but you wouldn’t nap with me!” you throw your hands up, reasoning as though it’s common sense for him to know. “do you know how cold it was? i nearly shivered myself off the cliff!”

xiao feels a rush of blood to his cheeks, coughing to hide the hot discomfort.

“and now you refuse to sleep in my nice, warm bed, which i made very specifically for you. not that you care but it’s very comfortable. ahh, it’s good to be home once in a while.”

why are you advertising your bed to him? it’s not like he’s going to buy it. he doesn’t have mora anyway, nor will he ever need to carry it.

“i don’t need to sleep,” he states, re-emphasizing his point. “i am a yaksha.”

“i don’t care,” you grumble, sleeplessness clearly clawing at your brain. “you swore an oath to me.”

xiao blinks. “this was... this was not the oath. i said i’d come to you when you need me if you—”

“—call your name,” you interrupt, tapping your feet impatiently. “xiao. xiao. conqueror of demons. my dearly beloved. xiao. i need your help.”

xiao’s not sure when the terms of the contract spiraled into something like this. you are partners; a dashing young adventurer and a cynical yaksha who are already unlikely to be friends. since when have you grown so close to him? in fact, if he were to lean in...

absolutely not.

xiao straightens. he didn’t realize the physical proximity at first. 

“are you... teasing me?” he nearly spits poison with that question. though, you’d savor that poison like sweet wildberries.

“is it so strange to sleep beside me?” you take a step back, chewing on your lip. some things do deter you. despite being a hardy adventurer.

it’s already strange enough for me to sleep, he wants to say.

“will it make your night easier?” he asks quietly.

you brighten visibly. the moonlight pales when you look like that.

“alright,” he answers, staring at your brisk nodding. 

he sits hesitantly at the corner of your bed, looking up at you with innocuous eyes. you stand in front of him, lacking your usual movement like you’re still processing everything. for a moment, you look flustered. but it’s not like xiao can tell. on your face, everything looks sweet.

“i...i- uh...” you stutter. “i didn’t think i’d get this far.”

xiao raises an eyebrow.

“a-anyway. scoot. this is my favorite side.”

“you... humans have favorite sides?”

“well, some of us do. some of us don’t care. i happen to have one though so you’ll have to deal with it, mr yaksha.”

it’s not like he hasn’t dealt with worse. he drags his legs onto the bed and shifts awkwardly till he’s made space for you.

you jump into bed with the energy of a vishap hatchling, and the thought is so ridiculous he suppresses a smile. 

at first, there is peace. then you inch closer, like slower movement would fool his trained senses. he’s warned you before. karmic debt is not a trifling matter—and your weak skin and bones cannot withstand it. 

time has proved, however, that you are not as weak to him as he is to you.

“does it hurt?” you ask.

“hm?” he turns his head, caught off-guard.

“y’know...” you continue. “your fights. i’ve seen some nasty injuries. do they hurt?”

you’ve never asked him about his past. he’s numb to it now, but you never poke your head there. even if you’ve poked it nearly everywhere it shouldn’t be.

“not quite.”

not now.

perhaps baizhu has been going about the wrong way making medicine for him. or perhaps, you are an ingredient undiscovered by the medical world. 

“good.” you grin, and his heart flakes on him. all this from a smile? the conqueror of demons folding like a crumpled piece of paper? but it’s you, after all. he should know better. “if i hurt you, let me know.”

xiao chokes a little, words spawning and dying just as rapidly in his throat. what can he possibly say to you?

“maybe i won’t have nightmares anymore now,” you mumble, snuggling closer to his arm. it must be uncomfortable, xiao thinks. his arm, bone and muscle, was not made to be rested upon.

but you cling so dearly.

“you’ve been having nightmares?” he asks. he never asks you about your nights. at least directly. acute observation gets him most answers and you are not a difficult person to read. so your declaration truly leaves him puzzled.

you don’t answer immediately.

“(name)?”

“yeah. they make me uncomfortable. but nothing like a little fear to keep me on my toes, right?”

xiao gets what you’re saying, but he doesn’t necessarily approve of it. he’s not the kind to poke his nose into someone else’s business, but at this proximity your fresh, earthy smell mingles so perfectly into his own. is it still someone else’s business if you breathe as one, every exhale tangling into each others’?

“i could eat them.”

you pause to blink before snickering loudly, clutching your stomach. silence follows.

“wait, you’re serious?”

“yes.”

“of course. i should’ve known. uh... i don’t think you need to do that.”

“they don’t hurt me too much.”

“so they do hurt you?”

“...”

xiao purses his lips, trying not to meet your focused gaze. unfortunately, it lands on your sweet, plump lips. he immediately jerks his head to the side.

“i already told you,” you continue, paying no heed. “no more nightmares for me now.”

“you can’t be sure of that.”

“it’s scientifically backed,” you press, voice dropping to a comforting whisper, “that you fall asleep faster, and sleep much better with a loved one.”

does he constitute a loved one? xiao parts his lips and closes them.

“look at me.”

xiao can’t. he’s all too aware of the physical proximity, all too aware of your fingers drawing circles on his arms. you will not ask, he knows. but neither will he.

and sometimes you don’t need to.

you draw nearer to land a kiss on his cheek. it’s not a demanding touch, light as feather, in fact. but xiao feels blood rush to his head like never before.

“you- i- i think that- you look cute,” you manage to say out loud, not quite what you mean. “so... um... can you please look at me?”

xiao turns his head finally, to meet an expression he has never seen before. lips pursed, eyes flitting nervously, and chest heaving slow and unsteady. he’s seen this among mortals. never in you. 

and it’s strange to admit just how accustomed he’s become to mortal life.

xiao’s breath ghosts over your lips, hesitation still clawing at his throat. being a decisive fighter does not make him very decisive in other regards.

so, you do it for him. pressing your warm lips to his, you sigh just as he does, like the night is finally warm again. though his beating heart says otherwise, he feels so at peace for once that drowsiness settles on his eyelids and he draws even closer to you. relief is not a feeling he is accustomed to.

you pull away to place your head against his chest, squeezing his torso in a hug. he knows it’s a way of showing comfort. but he can’t possibly describe what he feels from that. can you do it again?

“will you come sleep here tomorrow night too?” a small smile plays on your lips when you face him.

“i suppose,” he answers.

“and the next?”

“mhm.”

“...and the next?”

xiao cannot help his smile.

“i swore an oath, did i not?”

✽ kaveh is too impatient to stay still in bed when he can’t sleep. he’d rather take advantage of his insomnia to work on the bubbles of inspiration that rise and fizz out as quickly as they come. but every time he’s lying beside you, he can’t bring himself to pry your arms away from his torso. it’d be sacrilege to wake you up, not when you look so quiet and peaceful, away from a world of dry commotions. and on nights you can’t sleep, he refuses to go to bed too. it is imperative to his sleep that you doze off beside him. he doesn’t need incessant proofs of his passion, and he doesn’t need the akademiya’s validation. all he wants is a life as soft and precious as you, like dew on padisarah in the early mornings he sleeps through. oh, all the things he would give up to have you sleeping soundly by his side this night, and the next, and the next. it aches to have you away.

“i can’t sleep, kaveh,” you mutter, annoyed.

“i know,” he responds, lips upturned. “this is the fifth time you’ve said it in the past twenty minutes.”

“you’re exaggerating,” you huff, tugging closer to his chest anyway. “i should not have stayed past six at puspa cafe.”

“ah. so whose fault is it that you can’t sleep?”

you scowl. “i thought the coffee wouldn’t have an effect on me. it wasn’t that strong.”

kaveh quietens, and for a moment, you worry he’s fallen asleep.

“shall we take a walk then? when i watch the city sleep, i want to fall asleep too.”

you pause before sitting up and following his lead, hand in weary hand. you make sure to be as quiet as mice, so as to not wake up kaveh’s sleeping roommate. usually, your boyfriend wouldn’t care. but it seems your considerate nature has taken a toll on him.

the smell of spices still wafts through the streets long after everyone has closed shop. the dogs have followed their owners home, and the strays are curled up by alleys and corners in a huddle of warmth. at least where you’re at, the two of you are the only souls treading the pavement, save for a few stragglers, cats prowling and students celebrating the end of finals. you can almost feel their relief, laughing with kaveh as you notice a young scholar holler in joy with his friends when an old lady immediately shuts them down to be quiet. 

“what was that about the city sleeping?” you hum, elbowing him.

“and you really thought you were immune to caffeine?” kaveh retorts, amusement playing on his lips.

“shut up.” you lightly punch his arm, which he, of course, reacts to overdramatically. to him, that’s the cutest ‘shut up’ he’s ever heard.

a fresh breeze passes by the two of you, making him step closer, shoulders touching and fingers intertwined.

“lately,” he starts, ruby eyes lost in contemplation, “my team’s been researching the lost paradise of king deshret. they say he made a contract with the god of time to build an eternal oasis, all the wonders of the land frozen in a beautiful frame for the goddess of flowers. isn’t that lovely?”

“what’s so lovely about building a cemetery for someone you love?”

kaveh sighs. but when he opens his mouth, there is no answer. you hide a small smile as he thinks.

“well, it was to honor her passing... but you’re right. i’d rather honor the living.”

“well, king deshret also went mad. good to see you’re still sane.”

kaveh turns red. “i’m not joking! you see the beauty in all this, don’t you?”

a smile tugs your lips as you reach out to grab his face. “yes, of course. but more so in your face. and your hands. and your mouth. and your stupid little head with all its wild imaginations.”

“you tease me too much,” he huffs when you’re done planting rapid kisses to his face. his expression is something between a scowl and pout, hands comfortably over yours as they rest against his cheeks.

“do you dislike it?”

“i’m not answering that.”

your laughter is full of heart, and kaveh can’t help but join in, throwing his head back as he does.

saturday evenings are quiet at the center of the city; but the further you branch out towards the hubs, there are lively crowds waiting to greet you. your next destination is lambad’s tavern, stopping to grab a cup of water and converse with kaveh’s old classmates from the akademiya. it must be a ksharehwar thing to seemingly never sleep. 

kaveh’s so-called remedy to sleeplessness ends up turning into a catch-up session, sleep tossed out of the window. the warm glow of the tavern, however, makes you miss his bed more. perhaps his trick did work, in a strange, twisted way. but still, you don’t appreciate the long way around.

it takes a while before you can finally walk out the doors of the tavern—and the night simmers down again when you find him. looks like your boyfriend has made friends with the wood, as he rests his head on one of the outdoor tables of the tavern, all by himself. you feel a sting of guilt for holding him back from his sleep. it’s not easy, working day to day on as little sleep as he does. 

“kaveh,” you call.

he meets you with a dazed smile, clumsy and unsteady in the way he moves.

“did you drink when i wasn’t looking?” you ask, eyes narrowing in suspicion.

he frowns immediately at your accusation, shoulders sagging. “can’t i be this way because of you?”

“well, it’s usually your drunken stupor.”

he huffs. “you’ll never know what you do to me if you keep your so-called logic wrapped so tight around your throat.”

“why? is there something else you’d rather have wr—”

“ahem.” kaveh flushes so deep, he’d put zaytun peaches to shame with that hue. “what i mean is. you don’t know the effect you have on me. it might as well be intoxication.”

you press your knuckle to your nose, trying to hide your smile. kaveh is quick to catch on, his grin widening.

“no, it must be intoxication,” he presses, moving closer to you with eyebrows furrowed. “i even get along with alhaitham these days. can you imagine?”

you giggle. “how frightening.”

kaveh leans in, his eyes shining prettier in the moonlight. if only you knew they open to reflect you. his expression eases and a smile blossoms.

“you make me see love everywhere,” he whispers, lips hesitantly hovering over yours. “and it is wonderful to feel that way. thank you.”

“oh gosh, you’re so... you say sickliest sweet things. it’s disgusting.”

before he can retort, you tug on the strawberry blond strands, pressing your lips to his. he does not let you pull away, his arm snug around your waist. with kaveh, the butterflies never die, natural when his lips taste of honey.

“for the record,” he slurs, drunk off your kiss more than any alcohol. “i would build you more than paradise. i would start laying the bricks for heaven if you asked.”

and you’d make sure he sleeps soundly instead each night he forces himself to work. he’s too sweet for his own good. in the city of wisdom, everyone knows the cost of love without labor. but your attempts to ensure his rest is your labor.

you laugh, patting his cheek. “how about you start laying the bricks to a house of your own?”

an instant pout tugs at his swollen lips. 

“oh, don’t get mad.” you cups his cheeks and pull his face to your level, pressing a feather kiss to his forehead. “i know times are hard for dreamers like you.”

“you make me sound so silly.”

“i’m sorry.” you caress your thumb over his cheek, worried you’ve overstepped in your teasing.

“no.” he smiles sheepishly. “i don’t mind being your silly boyfriend. if it makes you smile, at the very least.”

“you silly man.”

“you’re smiling.”

“is the victory satisfying?”

“sort of...” his voice drops to a cheeky whisper as he leans in close to your ear. “but the rest of the night can be... more so.”

“kaveh. we’re in public!”

“what, it’s not like it’s a secret. alhaitham and our poor neighbors are the first victims if you suddenly want to be considerate of that.”

“oh my god.”

“c’mon. kiss me. there’s no one else outside.”

“if there’s anyone who appreciates a room, it should be you.”

“mhm. yes. a bedroom, more so right now.”

you smack your hand over his mouth, unable to hold back your laughter at the flabbergasted look on his face. it slowly morphs into annoyance, and then acceptance. 

“don’t be upset,” you say, placing a light kiss on his nose. 

you know just the way to sedate him. kaveh should have you arrested for whatever violations you’re committing against him. there must be laws against the fevers you raise on his skin. right?

“shall we go home?” you smile with sleepy eyes.

and his heart melts. there’s nothing more he wants than a home with you. 

“lead the way, my love.” he grins wide, and suddenly, the marble and the cobblestones melt away, your hand over his the only stronghold left. it is not loud enough yet to leave his mouth, but the answer to the architect’s greatest dilemma—is you. 

[miokki]

✦ WHEN YOU STUMBLE ON THEM SLEEPING

✰ synopsis: sumeru boys and their sleepy antics

✰ pairing(s): alhaitham, cyno, kaveh and tighnari x gn!reader (all seperate)

✰ content warnings: just fluff

✰ note: i actually wrote this in feb around alhaitham’s birthday so im trying to get my scraps out. also fyi i read @/mrpenguinpants’s green slumber recently is similar.

❈ ALHAITHAM

you had just gone over the summary for your newest assignment with alhaitham, who was dear enough to sit down in the house of daena and go over it with you. the assignment itself wasn’t particularly challenging, yet it didn't align with your interest in study. that was the main reason you asked your boyfriend to assist in your studies. yet from when you'd started your explanation to the time it took you to lift your head from the pages in your lap, you found your boyfriend slumped in his chair, as soft snores left his mouth.

you’re pretty confident in thinking that your voice wasn’t that boring, well, at least not to the greatness of making the acting grand sage alhaitham fall asleep. it was either that or the shiny new title had taken its toll on alhaitham much harder than you had anticipated. but being sure of alhaitham’s abilities, you'd doubt that your boyfriend wouldn’t let something like that beat him so easily. however, rather than dwelling on it, you put the pile of papers back down onto the table you were sitting on before settling back onto the table.

with alhaitham, defenceless under your regard, you decide to use every moment to further soak his features into your brain. his arms laying on both armrests as his head leaned off to the left. shamelessly watching from above as he bathed in the afternoon sunlight, which only seemed to enhance his glowing complexion. even after the longest time, you are still awestruck at how gorgeous and lovely he is. however, you were only able to truly appreciate this after he let go of his tight guard.

but still, there isn’t a single day you don’t remind yourself of it, not that you have to. it feels like you can’t pull your eyes away, stuck in a trance with him as your man focal point. that was, until you realise you've blown your horribly disguised cover for how sickeningly infatuated you are with him. alhaitham, now staring at you with both a surprised and an embarrassed expression on his face, his ears starting to redden before his eyes close again.

pulling yourself out of your daze, you slowly bring your hand to his cheek, softly caressing it. his skin soft as you feel your lover lean into your touch. dragging your thumb across his face as you watch his eyelashes fluttering, his eyes still shut. you notice a small smile sprawled across his lips, the upwards tug on alhaitham’s lips becoming apparent.

“i know you’re awake, pretty boy,” you tease, using your fingertips to gently move his hair covering his eyes.

alhaitham chuckles as he opens his eyes, crimson red and green, gazing into you. you look at him as he places his hand on top of yours, caging your hand on his face. the action feeling both needy and almost desperate. your boyfriend laughing inwardly before looking you in the eyes.

“let me indulge for a bit longer, just this once, habibti.”

❈ CYNO

the title ‘general mahamatra’ is a hefty title to uphold, many become overwhelmed by the responsibility, therefore, avoiding the title as a goal. yet cyno maintains it, and he does it well. so much so that it occasionally stresses you that your boyfriend doesn’t rest enough and might become overworked. albeit, a habit to visit him while he's working just to make sure he's okay. so when you come across him fast asleep in his office, you can’t help but sigh in relief, glad he’s resting up for once. sumeru’s general mahamatra deserves to slack off every once and a while, no? this is deeming that he does a vast majority of sumeru’s upkeeping.

quickly and quietly, you slip through the small gap between the wall and the door, the door slightly squeaking as it brushes against your chest before you get through. you sigh once you're inside and swiftly shut the door to cyno's office. observing your, your view the few nicely potted plants and the tall bookshelves in the back with hundreds of untouched books. and the centrepiece to complete; cyno’s desk, with him, slouched in his chair, arms crossed and his hat still on.

you don’t understand why the akademiya even bothered giving him an office. cyno is supposed outside for almost all of the day, the exception being when he comes back to report things that have happened throughout his duties. he enjoys being outdoors and in action. him, being inside the office defeats the purpose of being a matra. although it is a good place to cool down when the time is presented.

speaking of which, you’re feeling a bit brave today, enough so that you’ve chosen to approach the unconscious general. your body shifting around objects until you're behind his desk, standing beside his figure. keeping a close eye on him in case of any sign of consciousness.

unsurprisingly and one would debate, fortunately(me), you got distracted, your boyfriend being the distractant. spacing out, your only focus was cyno’s sleeping figure whose body moved up and down as he breathed. his lightly tanned skin putting you in a trance, remembering how you reminded him to moisturise for the thousandth time. and his sweet, sweet-toned abs that others swoon over while you are fortuitous enough to rest your head on every night whenever you two are home together relaxing.

it was only after a good five minutes of just marvelling at his abs do you decide to do the next big thing. take off his hat. the hat which was ever so kindly shadowing his facial features. slowly reaching out with your hand, grasping the thing in your hand before gently lifting off your boyfriend's hat.

“boo.”

cyno blatantly said, his monotone voice echoing off the patterned walls as well as your scream. his hat was surprisingly nowhere to be seen as it bounced onto the ground.

“archons, i think i died for a second. baby, that wasn’t funny,” you exclaimed.

“it was pretty funny,” he smiled, biting back a laugh.

“was not,” you mumbled, his arms welcoming you as you fell into his touch.

❈ KAVEH

you were just returning from work, the sun already setting as you arrived at your doorstep. today had been particularly tiring. while there was no problem at hand, your energy levels seemed unusually low. the only thing motivating you to finish well was your desire to go home, have a nice dinner and snuggle in bed with your boyfriend, kaveh, who often stays the night even if he didn’t get locked out of his shared home. even so, you found the man knocking at your door almost every two days, his keys suspiciously disappearing every time.

as this occurrence became a near routine, you decided to give kaveh the spare set of keys to your place. hoping that he would let himself in when you would work late and generally when you weren't available. although, when you first proposed the idea he was far from with it, saying he'll lose the keys like he does his own. it’s only when you dropped it in his hand, closed it up and held it promising to him that you wanted him to have it did he hesitantly agree.

and it's true, you do trust him, you've trusted him more than you ever have with someone. you trust him with the key to your home, not only because you love him but because your boyfriend has a kind heart. the kindest you've come to know and you couldn't dream of kaveh doing something to break your faith in him. besides, the interior of your home has never looked better, and it still feels like home despite the altercations.(fr)

speaking of which, you let out a loud sigh as you shut the front door behind you. kicking off your shoes as you announce your presence. however, you get no response. placing your things down, yelling out your lover's name this time, quietly listening for any signs of kaveh being here. but again nothing, making you think that you've been talking to the house the entire time instead of a person.

still not convinced, you search through all the rooms of your house until you catch a glimpse of blonde hair through the gap between the bedroom door. your eyes lighting up as you quickly walk closer, pushing the door open and walking in to see him sleeping sprawled out on top of the bedsheets. his back facing you as soft breathing filled your ears.

you've come to feel relieved whenever you see kaveh, his presence alone is enough to make your body relax naturally. your body unconsciously moves closer to him when he's nearby. you sigh as you sit beside his figure, the mattress sinking under your weight and the sheets rustling as your hands explore, eventually reaching his exposed back.

since the start of the relationship, you've gained a habit of running your hands across kaveh's skin, tracing shapes and letters into it. constantly drawing random words and shapes into any body part of his you had access to, obviously, if he let you. occasionally peppering kissing on the area as you doodle to your heart's content. as for this instance, your eye caught sight of his open back seeing as the perfect opportunity to trace the shoulder blade and draw little basic shapes.

kaveh secretly loves it. he loves that you make him feel special with your undivided attention solely on him, a smile appearing on his lips as he's under your gaze. he loves the drag of your fingertips against his skin, the warm touch calming him down. kaveh loves you as you draw stars into his sensitive skin, unbeknownst to the fact that he's awake as you whispering "i love you"s under your breath, loving that you secretly pine over him too.

❈ TIGHNARI

tighnari had been particularly worried about a certain deadline he had to meet. while he often does lectures at the akademiya, this specific class he’s been taking lectures for, hasn't been absorbing the lecture’s content as well as anticipated. thus, his need to edit the coursework in a way the amurta students would both understand and fascinate them.

although, you wouldn't imagine your boyfriend being so concerned. perhaps it's due to the lack of idea of how to teach or that the new method mightn't work either, yet he can’t seem to let it rest. sure, it is normal for professors to worry a healthy amount about their students’ studies yet he almost seems obsessed with it. it's the only thing that has come out of his mouth all week.

even as you two are doing reports of the forest’s impending health, he avoids talking about anything but the upcoming lecture. oh? you’re trying to fill out some unfinished paperwork—tighnari is talking his head off about the plans he has. even when you finally think that you'll be free of his chattering the man still manages to mention it when the two of you are lying in bed.

while you do enjoy listening to your boyfriend’s most obscure ramblings you'd very rarely hold him against it's becoming more than something he's interested in. observing it now, it's now borderline obsessive. so much so that you've decided to put some distance between the two of you for now, opting to take another forest ranger’s patrol of the forest. this was in hopes that it would help you clear your mind and start a new leaf before speaking to your lover again.

taking a deep, much-needed deep breath fills your lungs, letting your cheeks puff up before exhaling slowly. you shake your hands at your sides which seemed to be a nervous habit, and then push aside the leafy doors, calling out his name to announce your presence. however, to your surprise, you soon find him sound asleep, using a stack of papers as a pillow.

you gazed at him as his dark, silky locks of hair shined in the sun, his unreasonably, pale porcelain skin giving him a natural glow. the sight stopping you in your tracks for a few minutes just to admire his utterly cute face. yet the position tighnari was sitting in and the way your boyfriend was leaning over the desk seemed far from beneficial to both his posture and neck.

“nari, my love.” you hummed as you walked to his side.

you could only watch as your lover’s fluffy ears twitched in your direction due to the sweetness in your tone. yet you only hear a grumble and some squirming in his seat from the man.

“come on, hun.” you whisper as your left hand travels to his shoulder, your thumb rubbing back and forth into his skin.

tighnari lifts his head this time, his eyes barely open, hair sticking to his face and forehead only to see you looking with your gentle gaze he can never say no to.

“what time is it?” the man asks, rubbing his eyes and looking around.

your partner’s ears perk up when you giggle, smiling as he listens to your angelic voice, the sound always hitting his ears in the best way imaginable. his eyes lighting up and sparkling as soon as sees you smile.

“its afternoon now.” you reply, feeling him nuzzle into your touch when you run your free hand through his hair.

“why did you leave me for so long?”

“oh you know why.”

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@ miokki 2023

[blueparadis]

꒰ IN MY HEAD ꒱ ⋮ KAVEH [ CONTENT & TAGS ] — » film au + non-human au, fluff, undertones of smut and fantasies, yandere themes, jealousy, hints of cannibalism ( sorry couldn't hold myself back. I had to. It's just one line. more like cannibalistic thoughts nothing explicit ); make-up artist!kaveh, actress!fem!reader, actor!al-haitham, undertones of smut // word count — 2k// blog navigation.// for angel's threeway collab by @angelltheninth //

“We’re ready, Al-haitham.” A staff member mentioned entering Al-haitham’s green room. With his eyes closed and Kaveh’s pristine hands doing their work he is growing more nervous by each passing moment. It is unusual because Kaveh has been with Al-haitham for years now yet has never seen Al-haitham so on edge in all these interviews, movie premieres, and shows. As Kaveh was busy doing his make-up throughout the session, Al-haitham could not stop jerking his leg. Kaveh had to either stop him by tapping on his knee or yell at him. “We’ll be too,” Kaveh responded with a neutral tone, keeping the Kohl pencil in his back pocket. “In a minute.” 

Kaveh does not understand his friend’s actions. Either he is too happy or too tense. There is no in-between. Al-haitham won't even talk about it. A minute later, when he leaves the room for his show Kaveh decides to stay behind. He does not need to be there. He can hear everything from here. Backstage has always been a fascinating place for him. A moment ago, the room was full of light and laughter but now it is full of silence. He likes this kind of silence. He grabs his coffee and walks out of the place for a smoke break. 

With his lit cigarette pressed in between his lips, and a warm coffee mug in hand he strolls along the artistically cemented route. He hums a tune to himself as he scans the place. The backyard of the backstage is really pretty. Probably it was used before but not now. Mosses and grasses are in abundance here. The crickets are singing, squirrels are too at par with them. 

There is a fountain at the center of this place but it is not running. The sky is still blushing, illuminating the air. He walks towards the fountain to sit by it but he stops mid-way. He sees a girl sitting by the fountain wearing a dress the same color as Al-haitham. With her head bowed down looking at her reflection of herself in the pond around the statue of the fountain she looked like a fairy from those fantasy books.

If he had seen you somewhere else, some other place where there were a lot of people and noise he would not have remembered you. But he recognizes you. You are the co-star of Al-haiham’s latest movie which is also your debut film. He must have seen you at other movie premieres but never got an opportunity to speak. They just were times he was timid or lazy or did not bother enough to talk. Of course, he has seen you in the movie but he was far more intrigued by how you would be when there are no spotlights, no cameras — just him watching you. He was solely curious. These curiosities deviated into something else; fantasies in a steady manner. The moment he saw you on that big screen he felt like your body aroma would be like a forbidden fruit if he were to describe it. Now, he can practically inhale it. He discarded the remnant cigarette that was masking your scent. He had imagined seeing you, talking to you off-screen and this is not how it plays out in his head. 

You outdid his imagination. He approached you slowly with silent footsteps so that he does not startle you. You seemed like you are in desperate need of this silence too. The one Kaveh is too comfortable in it. He can see your face through the reflection, barely but he can. He is so busy looking at the fall of your hair, your side face, the trail of moles from behind your ear onto your shoulder blades like a constellation that he totally forgets: that if he were to take another step, he would turn up in the reflection beside you.

He has thought of drawing moles in your intimate parts, counting your actual moles, kissing them, biting them, carving them out of your body, and eating them. The fewer the number of moles on your body, the higher the dopamine running in his veins since he hated the idea of any lover's mark on you when he saw you for the first time with Al-haitham. It is silly but he still feels edgy seeing a trail of moles along your shoulder. They say moles are the marks left by a kiss by your lover in past lives. It is silly to believe yet he does. It makes his stomach turn, the back of his throat churn, and tastes bitter when he swallows. He wants this feeling to go away. He wants to absorb you in himself so that he does not get devoured by your exquisite charms. The very existence of you is like a threat to his own.

“Oh! I’m sorry. I lost track of time. I should be going,” A sudden gust of wind created ripples in your reflection. You stood up blurting out in haste seeing a man's reflection beside you. Taking long strides walking past the man. “Is Al-haitham ready?” You asked but silence prevailed enough to make you turn on your heel.

If you are here, then it must mean everyone is looking for you inside the compound. Moreover, why are you here? You are not supposed to be here. You are supposed to be with Al-haitham, sitting beside him for the show. 

“Huh?” Kaveh walks towards you exclaiming with his eyebrows congested, “No! No! stay.” He exhales nervously stunned by his own voice. “I mean he is ready but you can stay.” You cock your head in confusion smiling at his jumbled form.

“You’re Kaveh. is that right?”

“Yeah.” Kaveh tucks his palms inside his jeans. He sees you smile at him like you always smile at Al-haitham. Somehow, he is not nervous anymore. He flashes a grin. “So, you do know me.”

“What do you mean? Everyone knows you. And, I’ve seen you at every event since my movie came out.” You sat by the fountain on the cemented bench again and Kaveh’s carmine eyes followed you as if you were the sun and he was a sunflower. Well, technically he is, in a way. He is warm, cheerful and so full of beauty, just like a sunflower. You started to jerk your knee after checking the time. It has been almost thirty minutes since you have been here. The show is getting delayed.

Kaveh lets out a soft chuckle seeing you like that. He takes out the Kohl pencil from his back pocket and crouches in front of you. You are confused and nervous. So is he but he hides it better. He knows that but he does not need to know why. He just needs to calm you. He is suddenly overcome by this awful urge to soothe you. He looks at you before running the pencil on the supple skin of your thigh that was peeking through your distressed jeans. You laughed like a lyre as he was done. It was a smiley. Kaveh was looking at you, still seated in front of you at your feet. 

“Ma’am it’s time.” Your secretary’s voice turned up from a distance from the dark. By the time your secretary was here, Kaveh was gone but the smiley he drew remained as you walked back to the building with your secretary. It was impressive how swiftly conscious Kaveh was of so many things— your reputation, his reputation, and the thread that binds both of you: al-haitham. 

The moment you walk along with Al-haitham into the show arena Tighnari gives a smile. You all sit after you greet one another. There were many rounds of questions but you enjoyed rapid-fire the most. The movie was so far a huge success and with Al-haitham by your side it was getting easier. The last round had a set of frequently asked questions in Google search.

Tighnari pauses before the next question. He looks at you and then at Al-haitham. He smirks before shooting the next question. “Are al-haitham and y/n dating?” The room was full of silence again. Your eyes occasionally scanned the room in search of Kaveh but he was nowhere to be seen till now. Al-haitham's lips stretch from ear to ear as he rests his hands on yours.  

“Yeah. we’re.” Al-haitham paused to look at you. “We’re dating.” For a brief moment, you thought you saw Kaveh at one door of this place. The curtains waved as a declaration of his departure. You realized that you spaced out for too long feeling the boring stares. 

“Yeah. we’re,” you confirmed with a beam even though you were as surprised as any other person in this room. But you played along. You had to; you trust al-haitham. He has been good and kind to you so far, so he must have a reason for this. He must.

“Congratulations,” Tighnari exclaimed, the interviewer, with his ever-lasting warming broad smile that he has been flashing every now and then throughout the interview. The cameramen and the whole crew gave both of you a knowing smile. The only person who was not smiling was Kaveh. He is happy, he really is but he does not understand why it had to be you. It is not like Al-haitham ran out of options. He has plenty. He could have chosen someone who would open better prospects for him, anyone but not you. Why did he have to choose you?

Kaveh keeps his half-empty coffee mug on the coaster. He just came from the interview arena in the green room, in your green room. Maybe this is why Al-haitham was nervous all the time. But he could have told Kaveh or at least hinted to him about this matter in a way so that he would steer clear of both of your paths. Kaveh is not just his make-up artist. He is much more than that. Al-haitham knows that. Kaveh knows that he knows that. Nevertheless, he feels betrayed. 

Kaveh takes the Kohl pencil from the back pocket of his jeans and grabs the handkerchief that you left at the desk. He scribbles on a piece of paper and tucks it carefully in between the folds of that handkerchief. He has been chasing so many butterflies all these times while his sun was waiting for him, so lonely and so bright. It would have been better if you were just another butterfly. But you invaded his head. There is no going back now. There is no use in fighting it back. Moreover, he likes the thrill of it. If he did, he might get uprooted, and turn into someone who he is not, a bare tree. Therefore, he must follow. He smiled to himself before exiting the room.

The piece of paper had a number and a note. It read: ‘I can wait. I'm a patient hunter, my little sunshine.’ When you flipped the paper, it had another message, a smiley with his signature. But this time you did not smile.

[byizoyas]

DECEMBER 3RD. — heather by conan grey

sfw | gn!reader | unrequited love | angst

‘where is she…’

kaveh couldn’t keep his eyes off the front door of the library while you were both sitting, waiting for the other members of the group to join you.

you were not a huge fan of group works, especially when paired with your friends as you would always find it hard to focus on remaining serious; half of the time ending up chatting instead of doing the work.

and kaveh being in your group this time was definitely not helping.

you were honest with yourself on the feelings you had for him, and despite trying hard to not make it obvious, you sometimes caught yourself staring a bit too hard at his perfect face.

‘seriously, are they all going to be late ?’ he turned to you, asking his question and you only shrugged your shoulders as a response.

‘am i too insufferable to be alone with for you to be so impatient to see the others ?’ you asked, feigning to be hurt.

he let out a cute little laugh, pushing you away softly before holding you into his arms for few seconds. ‘idiot i’m not saying that in that way, i love spending time with you.’

you knew it was friendly coming from him but a part of you couldn’t help but hope for something more.

your mutual friend entered the room as the two of you looked back at the door. ‘finally ! where have you been ?’ kaveh grumbled, arms crossed against his chest when she sat next to him.

‘i bought a few things to eat as we’re working!’ she then turned to you, handing you a little bag with some biscuits you were particularly fond of. ‘are they still your favorite ?’ she asked, a beautiful smile on her glossy lips and you smiled back at her, nodding yes to her question.

‘thank you!’ you said, before your eyes remained fixed on the sweater she was wearing.

you examined it. it was a light beige color, made of the finest cashmere. kaveh had one like that and he never ever shared it to anyone, as he genuinely cared for that clothing.

‘is it.. kaveh’s sweater ?’ you asked, pointing at the clothing.

your friend turned back at kaveh, the two of them sharing a knowing gaze before laughing together, kinda excluding you.

if only you were stupid, perhaps you wouldn’t have asked a question whose answer was about to break your heart.

‘can we tell you something ?’ kaveh asked, whispering as he got closer to you. why was he making such a big deal of this ? what kind of secret was about to be revealed to you ?

‘kaveh and i are together, but no one knows yet ! only you !’ your friend exclaimed proudly.

if you were in a movie, now would probably be the start of a sad piano song. unfortunately you couldn’t even comfort yourself with a piece of music.

you were stuck there. stuck with them who were exposing their genuine happiness to your face. but how could you reproach them when you didn’t even tell anyone about your personal feelings.

‘oh- uh- wow that’s so nice !’ you gulped.

you weren’t one to lie about your true feelings, and you weren’t so good at it either but now that it was threatening to destroy two important friendships you had, you had no other choice but to feign happiness for them.

‘don’t tell the others when they arrive okay ? we wanna keep it a secret for now.’ kaveh started saying ‘but since you are our dearest friend, we can include you in our secret!’

the worst part of that was that you couldn’t even be glad of their trust. you were absolutely incapable of feeling anything positive right now. all you wanted was for your other three friends to arrive quickly for you to stay quiet without being suspicious.

the large smile on his lips faded when he saw your face. it appeared pretty clear that you weren’t happy and he had no idea why. because you were childhood friends and you promised to always be there for each other, didn’t you ?

‘are you okay y/n ?’ kaveh asked, taking your hand in his, genuinely worried about your sudden calm and quiet behavior.

‘yeah i’m super happy for you, just a bit surprised ! but i’m also stressed out about the deadline, does it bother you if i work by myself since the others are not there yet ?’

this, was the very best lie you’ve ever told. kaveh nodded ‘sure, we’ll stop talking to not bother you then!’

‘no need, i’ll go over there.’ you told him.

you got up from your chair, taking your stuff to go work elsewhere, anywhere but with them. she was your friend, yet you couldn’t help but feel resentment towards her.

jealousy surely took a hold of yourself too.

‘they forgot the biscuits !’ your friend told kaveh when you were already too far to hear her.

‘it’s okay, i guess they’re not so hungry today.’

kaveh glanced several times in your direction. he wasn’t sure to understand what was happening to you, but he respected your decision to be alone; despite his desire to spend time with you.

little did he know you not only needed an afternoon away from him to feel better. he was the first man you’ve ever loved, but you were just a really good friend to him.

surely he was gonna be okay, but you wouldn’t.

[voidcat]

Kaveh of Kshahrewar Darshan, the brilliant architect, always wears his heart on his sleeve.

always acting out of the good of his heart, of his conscience, putting everyone else before him, his ideals before basic necessities, heart on his sleeve, cards on the table– an open book and an enigma at the same time; many knows of the sufferings he goes through deep inside.

a genius, an artisan spirit and a good man above all, Kaveh's priorities always lie to a fault. to the point of burning down, perishing into nothing but dust, a moth to a flame, and him, to his ideals, to good deeds, to those he calls friends, those he wants to fit into, those he wants to believe in the good of–

such a sentimental character as he, even if his heart burned from upside down, he would cast it all away, were it to result in your happiness, even at the cost of your love becoming someone else's.

he would actively reside in the shadows if it meant for your smile to last longer, people's happiness to burn brighter– he would help pave that road himself, in fact, even as much as to be the wingman, break down the boulders and place down the carefully crafted stones; creating the most beautiful road of them all, one he had to crawl and slither for, not minding the cuts and scratches he had obtained along the way.

burning down in the process to keep the lantern lit, to maintain the flame bright and fit; the sun burns bright at the cost of kshahrewar's light.

[yukikathesnowflower]

Kaveh | Love at first sight -continuò-

Pairing: Alhaitham x [f]traveler/Lumine x Kaveh

Genre(s)/theme(s): fantasy, angst, slow-burn romance, mild comedy, Kaveh's POV, crush at first sight, love rivals

Summary: Kaveh saw an unfamiliar girl talking to Alhaitham while peeping behind a bookshelf...

Word count: 1.0k+

A/n: inspired by the aftermath scene of the Sumeru Archon quest, where Kaveh and Alhaitham met at the Akademiya library. This is the continued story of Kaveh | Love at first sight. Hope you all enjoy this fic! | Masterlist

Kindly help me reblog pls. Thank you :)

“Who was the guy you were talking to? Just a moment ago…” she tilted her head slightly to her left, blinking her curious gaze at him.

His light-turquoise eyes widened. Astonished that she managed to take a glance at Kaveh before he left.

“Just somebody who was an acquaintance of mine,” a corner of his lips curved up.

He has no intention to introduce him to her just yet. It was unnecessary, which was what he had thought in his mind.

“I see…” turning her gaze away from him and sighed, “that means I wouldn’t get to know who he is then,” she mumbled softly.

Vigilant to his surroundings as he always did, his ears caught those mumbling words that just came out from her lips. 

His gaze darkened immediately.

“Are you…interested in him?” 

After hearing his words, she turned her gaze back to him. Before she could respond, her hand was grabbed by a force. He pushed her backward, pinning her back against the bookshelf nearby. A few books fell onto the ground after the impact. She squeezed her eyes, sensing a pain tingling from her back.

‘WHATTT!!! THEY ARE COMING OVER HERE?!!!’ 

Kaveh panicky tried to hide his entire self behind the bookshelf after noticing them coming over.

His sweaty hands grabbed tightly onto the shelf plane as he slowly moved his head closer to the rear.

A loud impact hit onto the shelf.

His body trembled. Wiping away the droplets of cold sweat from his head with his white sleeves. He clutched his chest, trying to calm his struggling rapid-beating heart down.

He then glanced through the books from the rear of the shelf. Taking a deep breath and sighed softly. It was a relief that the bookshelves were able to block the views from both sides.

“Why are you interested in him?”

A low stern tone reached his ears. He quivered. Sensing a burning rage within his tone.

However, his question kept resounding repeatedly inside his head. 

‘HUH?!!! WHO IS THE PERSON SHE INTERESTED IN?!!!’

Eventually, it blew up his mind.

His face immediately leaned closer to the rear of the shelf as his ears were craving to hear her reply.

She lifted her head, gazing at his light-turquoise eyes. Noticing anger and sadness were stirring in his gaze. 

She then lowered her gaze. 

Her cheeks blushed lightly. Her lungs tried to gasp for air. Beating sounds emitted from her chest were getting louder, and louder.

That masculine chest of his was just an inch in front of her sight!!!

Even the distance between them was nearly a footstep apart.

“I-I was just curious… b-because I have never seen him around before!” shutting her gaze tightly as she turned her head away.

She tried to use her arms to block his chest from getting nearer. But his strength was stronger. He pinned his body against hers. A sense of heat touched her skin. Her cheeks have become redder, and redder in every moment.

He lowered his head, drawing close to her ears.

“There isn’t a need to know everyone else,” hot breath emerged from his lips, brushing her flushed ears while he whispered.

Her body twitched as she squeezed her eyes. 

“I am enough for you...”

He then moved away from her. 

Thinking that he was probably no longer moving closer toward her, she opened her eyes a bit. Trying to take a peek at him.

Her eyes widened.

He was drawing his face closer, and closer to hers while gazing at her glittering amber eyes before shutting their eyes the next moment…

‘I wonder why it suddenly feels quiet…’ Kaveh tried to move his head even closer.

“OUCH!” he exclaimed.

Immediately, he covered his mouth with his hands after his head got knocked onto the shelf. A few drops of tears ran out of his eyes while enduring the pain that just exacerbated.

She opened her eyes.

That anonymous scream has awakened all of her senses. Her eyes widened. The rose coloured on her cheeks became deeper. Her skin was burning with heat.

His heated lips have touched hers lightly.

She pushed him away. Covering her lips with her hand. Fleeing from his arms as she rushed her way toward the direction of the main entrance, disappearing from his sight.

He stood still. Not moving a step while touching his lips with his fingers. Curving a corner of his lips, reminisced about that moment earlier. 

“How long more do you intend to remain hidden?” he turned his gaze to the bookshelf, crossing his arms.

His red eyes widened. Unable to believe that he has been discovered by him, even after his struggling effort to conceal himself.

“Did you think I’m unaware of my surroundings?” 

Biting his lower lip, he stomped out of his hideout. His cheeks flushed.

“IF YOU KNEW I AM HERE, WHY DIDN’T YOU CALL ME?!!!” pointing his finger at him.

He smirked.

“Didn’t you see that I was having a conversation with another?”

“Oh!” putting down his pointed finger, “Who is she? The one that you just had a conversation with…” his tone calmed down a little. His eyes glittered as he searched for her, who was no longer within his sight.

His light-turquoise eyes widened after noticing his glittering gaze, then narrowed his darkened gaze. This was not the kind of reaction that he was expecting. A feeling of dissatisfaction began to stir within him.

“If you would like to get to know her, you should have stepped out since the beginning,” he walked away.

He glared at him.

“JUST YOU WAIT!!! I’LL DEFINITELY FIND OUT ABOUT HER!!!” raising his voice as he watched him getting further, and further away. He then turned and walked in the opposite direction.

‘Look like I have another rival to fight for her…’

This was the thought that they had when they walked away from each other…

‘Did I forget about something…?’ furrowing his brows as he tried to search through his mind.

His red eyes widened. Kneeling on the ceramic floor and letting out a soundless scream.

‘I FORGOT TO TELL HIM THAT I DON’T WANT TO BE A SAGEEE!!!’

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[sakkiichi]

THAT JULY NINTH, THE BEAT OF YOUR HEART.

“And I hope the sun shines and it’s a beautiful day.”

Kaveh x gn! reader.

cw/genre: pure fluff, very soft birthday special for the sweet baby.

word count: 900 words.

Golden.

The color that first came to mind when you thought of him.

Bright, warm and exuding beauty and elegance, yet easily dimmed when clouds concealed the sun.

Golden.

The luxurious shade that seemed to cling to everything he touched, painting your darkest grey skies luminous shades of blue.

Golden.

The memory you want to gift him today, as the world dyes in the auburn shades of sundown.

Three knocks on his study’s door are met with the gentle lilt of the architect’s voice when he says: “come in.”

You push open the wooden door, peeking inside the warm lit room. The huge floor to ceiling windows outline the artist in an almost ethereal glowing halo, his form bent over the desk. Pencil in hand, new lines come to life when it glides along the paper, an enchanting mosaic of blacks and whites, sunlight and shadow.

You smile, he always seemed so confident when he was in his element.

“Working hard today too, I see.” You chuckle, leaning against the doorframe.

Your lover rises his gaze from his project, summer beams reflected in those ruby eyes of his.

“Ah, it’s you, my love.” Kaveh smiles, gently placing his pencil by the marked canvas he was working on. Standing up, he makes his way to where you are, strong gentle arms looping around your waist.

“You didn’t plan to spend all day cooped up in here, now, did you?” You tease, bopping his nose.

“I… uh…” Your boyfriend’s cheeks take on a rather peach-like hue, growing watercolors under molten sunsets.

You chuckle, he’s simply adorable.

“Caught you.” You tell him, your lips playfully curving upwards.

At your antics, Kaveh’s shoulders sag, a sigh escaping his lips in defeat.

“Fine… you got me alright.” He admits, bringing a hand to his temple. “But it’s just another day, right? What harm can be done in me just staying here?”

The gold was dimming. You can’t let it to, you can’t let him to.

“Kaveh, today’s not just any day.” You begin, one of your hands taking his, fingers lacing together, as you cradle his cheek with the other. “It’s your day. And the first of your special days we spend together, love.” You utter tenderly, softly caressing his cheek with your thumb.

“I know, but I don’t deserv-“

“Oh shush now.” You place your index on top of your lover’s rosy lips. “I won’t hear it. Today’s special, and I’d be very happy if you could celebrate with me… so, don’t leave me hanging?” You plead, both your hands taking his in your own now.

With gilded rays painting him in tones of summer, he sighs again.

“How am I supposed to say no to that face?” Kaveh smiles, true, even if a little melancholy.

As you gush over and run to hug him, a lovestruck expression draws in the architect’s face. He still doesn’t know what he did to deserve you, and, even if he still thinks you could do better (he knows you’d scold him if you could read his thoughts) he’ll hold tight onto you for as long as he can.

—

The early evening breeze is rose colored when it ruffles through his hair.

Kaveh leans his back against a sturdy tree trunk, his arms around you, steady heartbeat lulling you into a sweet daze as you rest your head on his chest.

Around you, a checkered light blue blanket lays, the wicker basket you used to carry your snacks now empty at your feet. You smile to yourself; your boyfriend was so cute when he blushed as you fed him fruit pies, and even more so when you kissed traces of powdered sugar off his lips.

None of them were as sweet as he is, though.

Overhead, saffron heavens blend into fuchsia, an horizon that seems so faraway and within reach at the same time, contoured in honey.

“Happy birthday, Kaveh.” You utter, turning around in his embrace. Your eyes lock with his, expression determined, the dimming rays of the setting sun at a standstill for a few seconds more. “I hope we get to celebrate every year, from now on, my love.” You breathe, your noses millimeters away.

And for the first time in his life, the light of Kshahrewar takes a chance for himself, his lips connecting with yours as the sky veils in shades not unlike padisarah blooms. His hands that have designed entire palaces create masterpieces over your skin when they hold onto your waist, waves of heated shivers coloring you in his vibrant adoration.

Your hands tangle in the aureate locks of his silky hair, your weight leaning against his torso, as you get lost in the myriad of radiant petals that flutter from Kaveh’s heart to yours with every touch.

Golden. The color you’d choose for him, undoubtedly.

What perhaps you didn’t know is that, to Kaveh, you shined gilded too.

No matter how blazing the sun outside, the famed architect would always find brightest rays to warm his soul when he was by your side.

You pull away, bodies still impossibly close, arms around each other.

Night has settled, except for the both of you, the world still aglow in an eternal sunset.

“I hope so too.” Are Kaveh’s first words after your lips part.

Perhaps for today, the universe had matched the master architect’s skills designing this idyllic moment for him.

Maybe some gold things did stay, after all.

[genshinarchives]

Cyno, Al-Haitham, Kaveh, Tighnari / gender-neutral reader.

Synopsis: Cyno's, Kaveh's and Tighnari's reactions to Al-Haitham introducing you as his partner.

Cyno looked at Al-Haitham, then at you as if he was making a detailed analysis of your characters inside his head. While he normally wouldn't butt into other people's love affairs, he couldn't help but internally question your choice of partner.

Of all the people you could have dated in Sumeru, you chose the Scribe? Al-Haitham has zero dating experience, is a chronic bookworm and probably a sociopath deep inside. Cyno was positive that he wouldn't hesitate to abandon you for a measly book about communicating with cats if it ever came to that.

Nu-uh. Al-Haitham doesn't deserve someone like you.

"I think you should break up with him, (y/n)," he bluntly said as he shuffled the deck of cards.

"Cyno, I'm right here."

Kaveh was flabbergasted. Gobsmacked. Stupefied. Bamboozled.

If The Scream existed in Teyvat, that's what Kaveh looked like at the moment.

Since when was Al-Haitham dating you? He doesn't even look like the type to be romantically interested in someone!

Dropping his glass of wine, the architect staggered over to you and clamped his hands down on your shoulders with a disturbed look, beads of cold sweat rolling down his forehead.

There has to be a logical reason behind you, the sweetest angel in Teyvat, dating his sociopathic roommate.

"Are you being threatened?" he asked, puzzling you, "Or... do you have Stockholm Syndrome?" His mind was a whirlpool of unlikely hypotheses, and you swear you could see the spirals in his eyes. "If you need help, you can always come to me."

"Oi."

Tighnari laughed at the news and patted your shoulder as he congratulated the two of you. He knew that Al-Haitham had been secretly crushing on you for the past six months, and was glad that the Scribe actually took his advice after the latter sent him countless letters asking for tips on courting you, including letters detailing how he screwed up pathetically on some attempts.

What is he, a love counsellor?

Tighnari let out a muted sigh, shaking his head at Cyno and Kaveh badmouthing Al-Haitham to you right in front of the man himself, who looked less than pleased by his friends' behaviour.

Although he's happy to see you and Al-Haitham together...

His smile suddenly became strained.

He definitely thought that you could do better than this.

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[monocaelia]

feat. university student!kaveh.

note : nothing is out abt kaveh rn LOL so forgive me if he's not biblically accurate.

distant grumbling and periodic shouts of frustration fill your ears as soon as you step foot into your lover's apartment. it's midterm season, meaning many exams and due dates were piling on top of students and causing them to panic and pull all-nighters to get everything done on time only for the process to repeat once more as finals come barreling in around the corner.

luckily for you, your exams were done and dealt with and you just needed to add a few finishing touches on your assignment before turning it in to your professor in a couple days.

unfortunately for kaveh, he shot a bit too far for his architecture assignment and now he's reaping what he sowed for himself by agonizing over his project due the next morning. knowing your boyfriend, you assume he hasn't had proper time to wind down or sleep for the past couple of days as they were filled with frantic attempts to complete his sculpture before the impending due date.

you had assumed your lover's roommate needed to study and cram as well, but imagine your surprise when he nonchalantly called you over nonchalantly in the middle of exam season.

"he's being quite pesky with his outbursts and i find it hard to finish my readings when he's being louder than normal," al haitham's deep, calm voice called through your akasha. "deal with him as i want to come home to peace and quiet and not to a distressed kaveh."

so here you were, snacks in one hand and a warm tea for kaveh in the other, to save your stressed out boyfriend from his deadly assignments and an annoyed al haitham.

a gentle knock on kaveh's door alerts the blond of your arrival, his head tilting up from his desk and eyes of amber flitting up to meet your gaze. he's a mess; his pins have been pulled out of his hair as his hands had run their way through it one too many times and the feather that's normally tucked behind his ear lays safely on the edge of his bed. it's quite a shock to find your lover in a state other than the perfect image he normally presents himself as, but your heart still melts at the sight of him regardless of how he looks.

"dove? i didn't know you were coming, had i known-"

"oh don't worry, al haitham called me over."

his eyebrows furrow together and a look of confusion and mild disgust grows on his face. "him? you know, he's not even the slightest stressed out as a student. honestly, it looks like he doesn't even care what grade he gets on his exams and assignments. but get this, dear, he always gets the highest scores for everything even when he never studies! isn't that insane?"

your boyfriend huffs before staring back at his nearly complete (unfinished and horrid to him) sculpture on his desk. "must be nice to be so good at everything with little to no effort. i've got to make everything perfect or it just isn't good enough."

"and that's exactly why i'm here, love," you calmly say, placing the warm cup of tea in your hand in front of your lover. "and don't say that you don't have the time. you're nearly done with your sculpture and there's no harm in letting your brain recharge before digging back in."

with a sigh of defeat, kaveh takes the cup of tea from you, his rough fingertips brushing against your knuckles briefly before the cup is removed wholly from your hands. you grin in victory, placing a gentle kiss on your boyfriend's temple before sitting at his bedside and patting the space beside you, in which he obliges after taking a sip of his tea and placing it down.

almost like clockwork, his head falls to your lap and your hands find their way to the sea of golden strands that flow from kaveh's head, fingers gently combing through them and watching the light shine with each movement. it's soft, as expected from kaveh. he takes pride in maintaining his appearance, especially his hair and his face. you've recalled his gasps of horror when you told him your initial skin routine before he demanded the two of you do skincare together.

and you'd be damned if you said the skincare didn't work wonders. despite the stress and lack of relaxing your lover is currently experiencing, his skin is still glowing and smooth as ever. you're quite envious, if you're being honest, but you can't tell him that in fear of his ego getting any bigger.

"i brought snacks, if you wanted to eat them for brain food," you bring up, smiling when his amber eyes open and meet your gaze once more. as with everything he was, his eyes were even more beautiful. it was as if staring straight into fresh sunlight with the way they glowed and shimmered. what a delight to know that he only looked at you in this way.

"feed them to me?"

he's sitting up with a twinkle of mischief in his eyes.

your eyes roll at his request before leaning forward to place a kiss on his forehead. you don't get far though, as his hand gently presses your head towards him again so you could kiss his lips.

it was a short kiss, nothing too exciting or eventful. but you would be lying if it still didn't make your heart flutter with the way his lips, soft and plump, moved against yours.

as you pulled away, you couldn't hide the way the smile grows more and more on your lips. archons... you were so in love with this pretty, perfectionist of a student and you didn't know if your heart could handle the emotions this man made you feel.

so, instead of voicing them to him, you just kissed him again and again and again. until your heart had its fill of your cute boyfriend and he was satisfied with the affection he needed from you.

[honeykaes]

dark red

kaveh x reader II 2.0k

warning: smut, 18+ content, minors do not interact, afab!reader with no set pronouns, heavy angst, character death, hurt no comfort, implied severe depression and untreated mental illness, face-sitting, cunnilingus, body-worship, praise, masturbation, unhealthy coping mechanism, implied alcohol use, unedited

synopsis: kaveh feels as though his life is completely falling apart when he is greeted to a cold and empty home after work, only for you to appear with a smile.

❝ 𝐃𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐮𝐩, 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐮𝐩 ❞

Kaveh couldn’t remember the last time he genuinely smiled. His head felt as though it was spinning as he trudged his way back from meeting a client all day; night full present in Sumeru City. His brain pounded against his skull in loud thumbs that matched his heartbeat. He dug through his pockets, fumbling to feel the familiar cool metal of his key before pulling it out.

Tears pricked at his eyes, overwhelmed by everything and everyone at the moment. His shaky hand struggled to put the key into the hold multiple times before it slid. He lifted his arm to wipe the tears that didn’t go away from his brisk blinking. Trying to blink them away as some managed to escape and cascade down his sun-kissed cheeks, he turned the knob and opened the door.

Silence and darkness greeted him. Not a pin-drop, not a footstep, not a breath beside his own.

Who would have guessed that the most famous architect in the region had a soulless home for himself?

Kaveh let out a sigh as he turned to close the door and flick the switch of the room on. With one deep breath, he turned around to see you in front of him, smiling and head tilted to the side in curiosity.

As if it was magic, just seeing your eyes made him feel lighter—your smile like the sun of the desert soothing the darkness that wanted to consume him. His eyes softened, slowly walked up to you before letting his arms wrap themselves around you. 

“Archons, I missed you…” he murmured, face pressed against your hair spelling the slightly familiar scent of your hair products. You chuckled, returning the gesture.

“How was your day today sweetheart? You don’t seem like you’re in the best of moods if I’m being honest,” you admitted. Kaveh huffed—letting himself stop holding your body—moving to attention on your hands as he felt them tenderly.

“No, just my client. Rich and egotistical as the last one. Every conversation with them is: ‘give me the most expensive thing’, like that’s the most important thing? Practicality and beauty have to work harmoniously,” he scoffed, eyebrows creasing in annoyance.

“I think they just want to sell it off after I work on this building for probably double the price! I would have dropped this case already but…I need the money,” he groaned—closing his eyes—feeling your hand slipping away from his grip and brush against his cheek. He leaned against the touch, slightly pouting.

“They sorta remind me of someone we know…” he scoffed. You let out a laugh, patting Kaveh’s firm chest at his response.

“Come now, you got to give your old roommate some slack. He moved out and let you have this place to yourself. Alhaitham couldn’t have been a monster if he did that for you,” you reminded. Kaveh pouted and sighed dramatically once more, lifting his hands in defeat.

“Fine, I’m not going to talk about him tonight. I got enough stress as it is,” he muttered. Smiling once more, you leaned over placing a kiss on Kaveh’s cheek as his eyes softened once more at your figure.

“Why don’t you go ahead and eat something? Knowing you, you probably haven’t eaten all day again haven’t you—”

Kaveh hummed momentarily pondering your suggestion, letting his hands reach out and travel to your waist, before interrupting you. 

“Honestly, I’d rather get my fill from you. Work was…difficult. I could just use you in my arms for a while,” he revealed. He leaned in as your noses brushed against one another, before slowly moving to claim your lips. The sweet bitterness of booze was on his tongue, as your heads tilted to get closer to one another. His hands pinched at your waist, as he felt your lips curl upwards in the kiss.

When you two leaned away, your lips were glossy—a string of saliva connecting the two of you.

“So please…indulge me for a little while…”

The two of you made haste to the bedroom. You sat on the bed, grabbing onto part of his cape to bring him closer quickly. Your hands made their way under his firm, feeling the cool, smooth skin of his body before helping him lift the shirt off of him. Kaveh hummed, feeling your fingers graze from his pectorals down to his abdomen, tracing the defined curves of his V-line.

Kaveh shivered as goosebumps coated his body, cock beginning to brim with life as it pressed against his black slacks. As your hands settled on the waistband of his pants, Kaveh gently grabbed them to stop them from going further.

“Not this time lovely. Like I said, please let me indulge myself,” he cooed. With a gentle touch, Kaveh slowly began to peel the layers of your clothing off of it, letting them fall and adorn the tile floor.

He slowly crawled on top of you, letting his lips brush against the various curves and imperfections of your body. His touch was delicate, tracing around any freckle, any mole, any birthmark as if to say he noticed and loved them too.

“You don’t know how lucky I am to have you in my life. I’m so grateful for every inch of you,” he whispered, lips making their way to your neck. He smiled, feeling your body trembling, as his thumb grazed against your slit. He could feel the wetness beginning to pool from your cunt.

”Think you can do something for me joon-am…” he whispered in their ear. You curiously nodded as he plopped himself on the bed, hand stroking at your thigh.

”I’m going to need you to sit right here for me darling…” gesturing to his smiling face. You snorted, feeling your face as your laughter filled the room. His cheeks reddened, yet he couldn’t bother to focus on his embarrassment when your laughter sang out as a song to him.

”So that’s what you meant by meal…” you replied. Kaveh chuckled, slightly embarrassed as he rubbed the back of his shoulder nervously. 

You shifted your body, so your hips hovered above his face. You saw you shiver as his hot breaths stared at your wet puffy folds, begging to be savored and appreciated. His hands snaked up to your waist as he opened his mouth wide before you gently let yourself sit on top of it. 

A gasp is ripped from you as Kaveh’s tongue swirls against your drooling slit, lapping up any bit of your slick that managed to fall in his mouth. He flattened his tongue against your clit, swiping the muscle from side to side. You grabbed onto the sheets as your hips shifted and ground on his face, desperate for any more friction.

Kaveh's hips bucked, as precum began to smear, causing a spot on his pants to darken in color. You guide his hands from your waist to the mounds of your chest. He slightly squeezed them, rolling your pebbling nipples with his thumb as he continued to lap you up. 

His lips circled against the sensitive nub, sucking on it while he let his tongue roll fast circles on it. Another loud moan is ripped from your lips—your pitch getting higher and higher. He knew you were getting close.

He sucked, letting the loud noise of slurping your essence to join the sinful harmony of your moans before continuing to suck and toy with your clit. Your thighs pressed against his cheeks, nails raking against the satin sheets of the bed before your back arched.

“Kaveh. Kaveh! ‘aveh. Kav-ah…!” you babbled out, shutting your eyes tight. Your body trembled, finally reaching your high as you continued to squirm on top of his face. He pushed through his jaw hurting to continue to slurp and drink your essence as if he was starved.

As you let out a shaky sigh, recovering from before, you lifted your hips greeted with the dopey smile Kaveh had on his face; the lower half smeared with your slick. You get off of him, allowing him to take a few deep breaths before wiping his face with his hand, and lapping the excess slick clinging onto him with his tongue.

“Satisfied?” you asked him, propping yourself to the side. Kaveh’s scarlet eyes flickered up to you, grinning.

“Of you? Always,” he murmured back. He let his hands run themselves along the curve of your body, pressing kisses against your neck. With his free hand, he slowly removes his soiled pants and underwear, letting them fall to the group. His cock pulsated, twitching on its own, as it leaned against the globe of your ass. It smeared some of his precum budding at his flushed tip. 

Kaveh’s thumb pressed against your puffy folds, pressing one to the side to give him better access. He watched as your hole pulsated before moving his tip against it and slipping inside. He groaned deep in your ear, slowly seething his cock inside of you before he bottomed out. He moved his hand away, resting it between the globe of your ass and your waist.

“Archons, I never want to forget this feeling,” Kaveh whined, leaning in closer in a desperate attempt to get even deeper inside of you. He slowly thrusted, as he continued to wander and appreciate your form. He could feel their warmth sucking them up, urging him to plow harder and deeper inside of you.

He grunted, lifting your leg to satiate part of his urges, watching his cock continue to disappear inside of you—glistening in your essence. Your hand dipped down, grazing against your overstimulated clit as you rubbed tight circles against it. Kaveh could feel your body quiver as you leaned your head further against the pillow, beginning to lose yourself.

“More…Kaveh, please!” you begged out. His cock brushed against your walls. Your body jolted as he rocked himself in a certain spot, walls fluttering and tightening against him. He moaned, continuing to fight the urge to thrust faster. 

He wanted to make love to you, not just to fuck you.

Your body began to shift once more as Kaveh’s hand pressed you firmly against him. With a cry, your walls caved down, reaching your high once more. As your walls clamped down against him, his pace grew slightly faster before he shoved his face in your nape. With a muffled groan of your name, his hips bucked one final time.

”(Y/n)...(Y/n)....(Y/n)!”

As white-hot pleasure flashed throughout him, snapping his eyes shut, his hips rocked as ropes of cum shot from him. He sighed, staring down at his hand tightly wrapped around his softening cock.

The once euphoria that hit him seemed to be gone in an instant, the familiar cold and dark house back here again.

How long had he been hallucinating you to cope? How many months has it been since you passed?

You would never be there to greet him from work as he complained about clients, his old roommate. You would never be there to motivate him to take better care of himself. Remember to eat, not drink as much, not take life as seriously, and enjoy the moment.

As Kaveh sighed, moving his head to press against your old pillow, tears began to welp in his eyes once more.

Your scent that once kept him okay seemed completely gone now. He tried so hard to mimic your old oils and lotions but it was always off. Why couldn’t you have left him with that at least? At least he could fall asleep better pretending you were sleeping soundly next to him.

It never was that same scent you used when you were alive, lying next to him without a care in the world…

…And a smile on your face.

His bloodshot eyes flickered to a picture. A photo of you and him, smiling brightly underneath the ornate sugar cloth at your wedding.

He couldn’t hold back the tears anymore

Kaveh curled in a ball, tears pouring from his eyes as if it were an endless faucet. His body trembled, hands covering his face—exhausted and incomplete; alone and so lost without you.

After all these years, it seemed he finally understood his mother.

❝ 𝐎𝐧 𝐦𝐞, 𝐈 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲 ❞

[yoimix]

𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐟𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐬 | 𝐤𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐡

series: yoimix christmas event !! (๑ᴖ◡ᴖ๑)

pairing: kaveh x reader

synopsis: apparently, being a genius architect does not translate into making perfect gingerbread houses. and with the distractions he presents, you really should’ve thought this through. 

prompt: kaveh + making a gingerbread house together + e2l

genre: fluff, e2l, golden retriever boy kaveh 

wc: 2.8k

warnings: language, kaveh blushes easily, they’re both so stupid bc idiots to lovers is my fav trope, there’s some ~sexual tension~

a/n: let’s pretend christmas is a thing on teyvat and jesus ascended to celestia or smth </3

“No. Absolutely not.” You cross your arms.

“Why not?”

“Why does a gingerbread house need a courtyard?” You ask, exasperated.

“For the gingerbread children to play around the snow, I don’t know!” Kaveh throws his hands up in defeat. “It’ll look beautiful, trust me.”

“Have you ever, in your life, considered the practicality of anything?” You massage your forehead.

There is no way this could’ve worked out. Who suggested the two of you work together for the competition again? Ah, that bastard Alhaitham, backed by the little purple merchant. You shouldn’t have trusted the Scribe, the villain of every rumor circulating through Sumeru city, and let’s not start on Dori. Yet, you took up his offer and his word that he knows the best architect of the Ksharehwar Darshan.

You were suspicious, of course, but you didn’t expect to fall right into the arms of the most heinous existence known to civil engineers across all of Teyvat. You’d never have thought the Scribe of Sumeru Akademiya held Kaveh in such high regard, much less that they were roommates. After all, Kaveh’s just the most obnoxious presence you’ve dealt with during your time at the Akademiya. He’s talented, no doubt—just a nightmare to work with. And that’s what you told yourself when you signed both of your names up regardless. 

If only someone would let you start. He’s spewing nonsense for all you care.

“You architects and your poetic gibberish,” you huff. “It’s going to be a cottage at most!”

“It can’t be that hard,” he presses, leaning forward. “I already have the design in mind. Why don’t you let me do it?”

“How dare you- you sound so… condescending, you big oaf!” You seethe. “We’d have a better chance at winning if you let me take over instead.”

“You think a boring old cottage will win a competition all of Sumeru is partaking in?”

You press your lips together. That’s true. Easy won’t win. But what he’s suggesting is simply ridiculous.

“I know the festival comes from Mondstadt but this is Sumeru! We don’t have to do that cottage nonsense.” Kaveh matches your eye level, his own bright with anticipation. “I’ve known Sumeru architecture my whole life, I promise I won’t mess it up. For-for you.”

His tone is softer; perhaps he’s too tired to fight. He rubs the back of his head, standing awkwardly under your gaze.

“Fine,” you agree, crossing your arms. “But none of that interior decorating!”

Kaveh pouts. “But the little chairs and tables and fireplace! They’ll be so cute.”

You step closer, a glare so sharp even Kaveh flinches. “We have twelve hours to get this done, Kaveh. Let’s not waste time. I like my eight hours of sleep.”

The icy tone of your voice must have gotten to him. He flushes deeply, eyes unable to meet yours.

“Al-alright.”

Disaster starts with all-purpose flour. Or maybe disaster is in Kaveh’s bones and every stretch of his limbs rains down your misery.

“That’s too much!” You wave your hands around wildly. “Have you ever baked before?”

“Not really,” he answers.

You can only return a deadpan stare. “Huh. What made you want to join the competition then?”

“Money.”

You suck your teeth.

“That, and I like the idea of designing something made to be destroyed,” he hums, shuffling through the cupboard to bring out the rest of the utensils. “I’ve never done that before.”

You feel a smile tugging. “Well, you certainly are destroying our chances at this competition.”

“Hey!” 

Kaveh sprinkles a bit of flour towards you, catching you off guard. Jaw unhinging in disbelief, you take some more of the flour and throw it right at his face. He turns in time, but there’s flour inside his shirt and a not-so-friendly look on his face.

“Careful!”

“You started it!”

“Don’t be a child.”

“You’re the child, you asshole,” you huff.

Kaveh copies your huff, setting down the whisk and bowls. Dusting off the flour from his shirt, he curls his lips at you. Something about this man brings out your childish side and you find yourself sticking your tongue out at him in a mocking expression.

A soft laugh escapes his lips, catching you offguard. You’ve never seen him laugh like that in the Akademiya, but then again you barely ever talked back then.

“This is the first time I’ve seen you so worked up,” he notes, following your directions on whisking the batter. You shake your head, holding his wrist from moving too hard and adjusting his rhythm. He might as well be whisking everything out of the bowl.

You scoff, adding the cinnamon powder. “You haven’t seen me at the Akademiya? You think I got all those hell assignments done taking it easy?”

“I never said you take it easy,” he hums. “In fact, I love that you take things like this seriously—er, I- what I meant was- uh…”

You raise an eyebrow. “You are a peculiar man.”

Kaveh frowns. “Me? I’m the peculiar one? Have you met my roommate?”

“Unfortunately,” you mutter. “Of the two of you, though, I’m not sure who’s worse.”

Kaveh looks genuinely offended at your comment. He even stops whisking the batter, just to look at you with as much disapproval as he can muster.

You laugh at his open mouth and furrowed brows, clutching your stomach at the sensation. 

“I know it’s rich coming from me but…” You wipe away a tear, laughing. “Don’t take yourself so seriously. It’s funny but…”

Kaveh purses his lips. “Whatever you say, (name). I’m not the one microanalysing every grain of flour.”

“Ooh, big word, Mr Aesthete.” You place your hands on your hips. “I’m not the one who bursts into tears at mini figurines.”

You did see him holding back tears yesterday on your stroll through the city to get ingredients and ‘gather inspiration’ for Kaveh. It wasn’t something all that special, just a few dollhouses and special miniature sets at the antique shop. As much as you hate to admit it, his look was kind of… endearing. At least Kaveh didn’t end up spending whatever money he had on him to buy the sets.

He flushes a cherry red. “How- Huh? There’s no way you could’ve—I- I don’t do that every time.”

“You think you could hide your tears from me?” You roll your eyes. “You were ogling the display so much that Khalid nearly got his hopes up.” 

“They had a miniature dog by the fireplace!” He defends, turning so sharply his elbow hits the pot of heated corn syrup. 

This man is a disaster, you swear.

A pained yelp follows, the hot mixture sticking to his forearm as his skin turns bright red. You gasp, turning off the heat on the stove and grabbing his hand to lead him to the sink. Making sure the water’s cold, you bring his wrist under the flow, clicking your tongue at how painful his skin looks.

You look up to chide him, but his eyes are trained on yours in a gaze too soft to be scolded. You realize, though inappropriate, that his lashes frame his eyes perfectly. It’s mesmerizing to meet his gaze. He, of all people, shouldn’t be making you feel this way.

“You should be more careful.” You clear your throat. “I thought you were gentler than this.”

“I- I’m not sure what got into me.”

You know exactly what got into him. The two of you drive each other insane, that’s all. This is what disliking someone feels like, right? With the rise of blood to your cheeks and an increased pulse—is he looking at your lips? You turn back to the faucet, shutting it off. Your heart is screaming in your ears.

“You need some burn ointment first, and uh- I have some bandaids on me.” You look around.

“I’ll get the ointment,” he says quietly. He leaves the kitchen and you’re left alone with your thoughts

It’s an odd moment. Neither of you acknowledge it but there’s been a turn in the path of your hearts. Kaveh is likeable, you’ll give him that. Even though he gets on your nerves with his aesthetic bullshit, he strives to do what’s right. You can respect him, at the very least. But he’s still rather bullheaded.

You click your tongue again. Why are you analyzing him? You knead the mixture before preparing it for refrigeration. Kaveh is not what you should be thinking about. You’ve set your mind on a goal and it’s the gingerbread house contest for now. Distractions never kept you from achieving your goals in the Akademiya. But then again, you never saw Kaveh this close, his face a breath away from yours. Sliding to the floor, you inhale deeply.

You smack your cheeks with your hands. What is wrong with you? This is Kaveh. The one man in the Ksharehwar Darshan that would one-up you no matter what. You can’t possibly turn all friendly towards him just because he’s breathtakingly pretty.

“Are you… alright?”

You didn’t even hear him coming over the sound of your thoughts. Kaveh looks at you with concern, lips pursed. He reaches out a hand, and you take it almost reflexively before he pulls you up. 

“We have two hours to kill…” You trail off when you notice the lion bandaid on his arm. 

“That’s so cute!” you exclaim. “Ahem. I- I mean…”

Kaveh breaks into a smile. “You like cute things too. Why are you acting tough?”

“I’m not!” You sulk. 

“I like the keychain on your belt,” he comments, a pointed look thrown your way.

You place your hand over it protectively. It’s a basic black cat carved out of wood, a good luck charm for all your endeavors. 

“You always clutched it before any exam or presentation,” he continues, “I thought that was cute.”

Your eyes widen. “How do you remember that? It was so long ago.”

Kaveh opens his mouth and then closes it. A faint pink dusts his cheeks. “It just stuck out to me, I guess.”

You purse your lips. “I’m sorry I don’t remember much of you from the Akademiya days.”

Kaveh laughs. “Why are you sorry? I’m glad you don’t. I was kind of embarrassing when I started out.”

“Oh, I remember that.”

“I hate you.”

“Mhm, every engineer’s nightmare, Kaveh. You designed that Sumeru rose-shaped cottage, remember?”

“Archons, don’t start.”

“Then you argued with the sage on why it’s a practical yet comfortable design. And it still got rejected.”

“You only remember my failures, don’t you?” 

You giggle at the cringed out look on his face.

“And then you built the Pardis Dhyai.” You recall its architecture fondly. Only a great amount of care and passion could ever produce something like that, and Kaveh is the only man you know that possesses a seemingly unending amount of both. 

It’s not so difficult to spend two hours anymore, when you’re trying to recall memories of each other from you student days. He has more of you surprisingly and though teasing, you can’t help but feel a certain fondness in his voice.

The reminder creeps up again. This is not the time to think of Kaveh’s expressive eyes and fiery lips as he pokes another jab at you for being the most uptight Ksharehwar student. You and him aren’t like that. You’re barely friends and you have the audacity to want his touch.

“Alright, let’s see what genius design you came up with,” you exhale, taking the batter out of the refrigerator.

It’s like turning on a switch. Kaveh grows silent, scaling the the batter on the tray to his design print and neatly cutting out the pieces. This is the first time you’ve seen him work on anything; the skill with which his hands move make you unable to look away.

“So, I was thinking there should be an arboretum by the courtyard and—are you listening?”

“Uh? Y-yeah.” You can’t admit you were staring at his face like some lovesick fool.

“Alright.” He furrows his brows. “I’m not sure how to make the Christmas tree though.”

“We can use an ice-cream cone,” you suggest, “And put some green frosting over it.”

He clicks his fingers, amazed. “That’s so smart!”

You rub the the back of your head. “Not… not really but thanks.”

He smiles at you. 

“Shall we bake?” He extends a hand, as though asking for a dance an you laugh. He’s not so bad after all. You just held his hotheadedness against him for too long.

Finally placing the tray in the oven, you breathe a sigh of relief. You slide to the floor again, the cool marble somewhat comforting. Sumeru doesn’t get too cold, even in winters. Just drier than usual.

“You must really enjoy looking up at things,” Kaveh mutters, crouching down in front of you.

“I’m sorry you’ve never experienced the world like this.” You roll your eyes. “Were your ancestors Ajilenakh trees?” 

He laughs aloud, a pleasant sound reverbating through the kitchen.

“It got you to look at me,” he says softly.

“Hm?”

Kaveh looks back at you, pursing his lips. It seems like he’s fighting an internal debate, an argument that’s not with you or Alhaitham for once. 

“I’ve always…” He trails off, eyes looking elsewhere. “I know I wasn’t much of a spectacle back in the Akademiya but I would do anything to get you to look at me.”

“Huh…? Kaveh—”

“And- and it led to some stupid actions but I just… I wanted to you to look at me. I’m so… I’m sorry if I ever gave you a hard time.” He looks remorseful. “I know I could’ve handled the group projects better, or the presentations—I never meant to be competitive.”

“Are you saying that—”

“I like you.” He meets your gaze. “And I should’ve handled it better.”

You sit up sharply at the sudden confession, your back hitting the table a bit too hard. Before you can exclaim in pain, the sense of impending danger makese you stiffen.

“Careful!” Kaveh exclaims, moving reflexively to catch the bowl of extra batter before it can barrel down on you, his arms stretching above your head. His face looks down at yours at a proximity you should be uncomfortable with, but instead, a rapid firing of blood to your ears makes you stiffen up. Don’t look at his lips, don’t look at his lips, don’t—

Rosy and soft, they’re quite alluring if you stare long enough. You look down, closing your eyes shut. 

At the very same moment, the door to the kitchen creaks open and Ahaitham stops in his tracks before he can take a step inside. A look of mild disgust shapes his expression.

He blinks slowly twice, before sighing and pinching the bridge of his nose. “Not in the kitchen.”

“It’s not like that!” The two of you snap, nearly yelling. The audacity of this man to even suggest such a thing.

Alhaitham raises an eyebrow. “And yet both of you know exactly what I was talking about. It must be on your mind.”

The same rush of blood you feel on your face is mirrored against Kaveh’s apple-tainted cheeks. 

“Just… don’t dirty the kitchen,” Alhaitham saunters off with a warning tone. “It’s supposed to be a sanitized area.”

The two of you take a moment to recover.

“Why, that…”

“I’m going to kill him,” you grumble.

But Alhaitham seems to be the only one who put two and two together. Was bringing you to Kaveh also a scheme? You’ll never know with the Scribe.

“We can make mini furniture with the extra batter,” you blurt. It’s been on your mind. You just didn’t want to openly admit it.

“O-oh,” Kaveh responds, before realization flushes into his face. “Of all the responses, that’s not the one—you know what, I’m glad.”

He seems a little down; getting his confession ignored wasn't part of the plan for sure. However, it makes you want to tease him more.

“Are you free this Christmas?” You ask, leaning forward. He flinches but doesn’t pull away.

“I- uh- yes, I am.” 

“Do you wanna go look at the lights together?” You smile, eyes knowing.

“Yes!” He responds quickly. “I do. With you. I mean, of course. That’s- uh… a given.”

“Alright then,” you pull back, a teasing smile on your face. “If we win the competition, we can go on a celebratory date.”

“Date?” He squeaks before clearing his throat, turning redder by the second. “That’s not even- I never suggested- what I- uh- um, I- that’s not—”

You lean forward and press a light kiss to his lips, effectively stopping his babbling. Mouth hanging agape, he can’t seem to move a muscle.

You press a finger to your lips, trying to keep yourself from smiling. “We have to win, alright? Or I won’t be able to justify that.”

Kaveh looks like he might just combust, breathing heavy before he covers his face in the crook of his arm. 

“Of course we will!”

(Results just in: You did win. It’s just that your gingerbread house broke apart within fifteen seconds of a particularly strong gust of wind, and you had to keep Kaveh from sobbing hysterically. The sweet taste of the ruined house did surprisingly well as consolation, as did your date.)

[calmbigdipper]

Alhaitham likes hugging Kaveh… a bit too much!

[lijojo]

genshin men as one-night stands

premise: after a blurred night of passion, you try to leave your one-night stand's house. how do they convince you to stay?

tw: suggestive, minors dni

Spoils You Rotten

wakes you up to the smell of pancakes and coffee. usually, when you have one-night stands, you usually are quick to change and book it. but the smell of pancakes was just so heavenly, you let curiosity get the best of you.

when you get to the kitchen, you're welcomed to the sight of him in a frilly apron, flipping pancake batter on the pan. he hums to himself until he turns around to see you, gaping at him as if you'd just seen a ghost.

"good morning, love. do you want me to run the bath now? i know you're probably a little sore from yesterday. i have some scented candles in the cabinet, although i'm not sure which one you'd prefer so i wanted to wait for you to get up so you could choose."

"what—" you gulp, trying to process the sight before you.

he tilts his head, puzzled. "is something the matter, love?"

"i'm—i'm just surprised, is all," you try, "i didn't peg you as the type to have...um...one-night stands."

he chuckles, sliding the pancakes onto a plate. "i don't."

he turns to you, his eyes locked onto you. "you're not a one-night stand. i fully intend to get to know you better. now, i'd pick up that jaw off from the floor, dear. you're going to let the flies in."

snapping out of your bewilderment, you close your mouth.

"good. now, would you like to take a bath? the muffins should be done in ten. i can bring your breakfast over to you in a bath tray when it's ready. and maybe after..." he gives you an unexpected smile. "i can massage all your sore parts?"

zhongli, alhaitham, diluc, tighnari, kaeya, albedo

Will not physically let you leave the bed

you literally can't move. not even when you try. when you wake up, you find yourself in a bear trap. you're legs are tangled with someone else's their arms locked around your waist in a vice grip. instead of chirping birds, you hear the thudding heartbeat of their chest resting below your ear.

when you try to maneuver out of his hold, his arms only tighten around you more. he groans lowly in your ear, shifting a bit.

"what's the hold up?" he murmurs into the crown of your head. "stay."

so much for sneaking out unnoticed.

you stiffen at his morning voice. it's unexpectedly raspier than you'd expected. he takes the opportunity to kiss your forehead tenderly, a lot tenderly than a usual one-night stand would.

"i have some errands to run." it isn't entirely untrue. surely, there must be something you need to do today.

he stares at you for a long second before huffing. "five minutes won't hurt, those errands can wait."

"wait but—"

before you can brace for it, he's already turning on his side and taking you along with him. he nuzzles his nose into the crook of your neck, leaving a trail of open-mouthed kisses.

"you weren't thinking of leaving right after a night of intimacy, right?" he mused. "i thought you enjoyed last night. i certainly did."

you flushed at the memories. as much as you wanted to leave as you'd planned, it was awfully comfortable in his embrace. it was warm, soft, and welcoming.

"stay for a little longer, okay?" he cooed into your ear, pulling the covers over you. "at least, long enough for round two."

scaramouche, cyno, thoma, kaveh, itto,

Finds excuses to make you stay

the moment you make any sign of leaving, he's already calling for you to help him with something.

you try getting out of his grasp first thing in the morning? he's asking for a kiss on the cheek to wake him up, he can't get up without it. picking up your clothes off the floor? he's already offering you an extra change of clothes, not to mention helping you put it on. he even smiles at your flustered state. getting ready to leave? he's tugging your sleeve, offering his many amenities at home that are seemingly much better quality than yours: his cleanser, his cute headbands, his moisturizers.

and you can't say no. not when he's giving you those eyes. so you end up staying.

in a blink of an eye, you find yourself suddenly helping him smooth out the outfit he asked you to choose for him, hands running down his torso. leaning towards you, you can feel his eyes digging into your skin.

"thank you, sweet thing," he says, pressing a kiss on your nose.

"it's no problem," you mumble. "but i really—"

"how about staying for a cup of water?" he offered. "you know how important it is that you drink water first thing in the morning. it's supposed to be good for your skin. digestion too."

"well, alright—"

"and while we're at it, what about a movie? i have some classics i've been dying to watch and it's always better to watch with somone else."

you end up staying wayyy longer than you expected doing the small things: sorting through books, doing face masks, watching halfway through a movie, eating breakfast together, helping him look for butterflies on his front yard, getting the mail together. all while the two of you exchange jokes.

by the time it's well into the afternoon, you finally snap out of your daze, realizing the time.

"you just noticed?" he grins. "how cute. well, thank you for putting up with my antics, sweet thing."

he kisses you softly on the mouth.

"think of this morning as an advertisement for the other mornings to come, whenever you want to stay the night again. you won't regret it."

kaveh, itto, childe, ayato, kazuha, venti,

[byizoyas]

genshin impact ; ace of heart ch. 1

2023/byizoyas. — pls do not plagiarize or repost and claim as yours ! thank you very much :)

✘ series m.list ✘ general m.list ✘ content warning!! slight dead body description. blood mentions.

❛ ACE OF HEARTS ❜ ; chapter one: the tower.

‘cheers !’

you never expected yourself to be lost in a crowd of hypocrite people, trying hard to fit in and especially not on your birthday night.

but here you were, a smile planted on your face, wearing the perfect dress; one chosen by your closest friend.

you weren’t used to drink alcohol as it repulsed you, yet you kept a glass in hand all night despite the scent disgusting you.

‘you must imitate those around you to win their trust’ someone said to you once. but he wasn’t here today with you and he definitely couldn’t understand what a hard time you were having surrounded by drunkards you had nothing in common with.

some of them were even trying to pull you as if they stood a chance.

comfort wasn’t part of your job and you knew that. you couldn’t allow yourself to feel bad, couldn’t allow yourself to complain nor cry. you had no tears left to cry anyway.

your job was definitely not easy to deal with.

but you chose it; or rather, life chose it for you because if it weren’t for these people you had to eliminate, you would still be left under the rain with no job, no house nor car and not even an umbrella to protect your freezing body from the drops of rain.

indeed you’ve had a pretty hard life until now. some people helped you. some more than others but you learnt with time that you couldn’t allow yourself to feel things such as loneliness or nostalgia anymore.

you wouldn’t ask for help. and you didn’t need it anyway. someone did help you in the past, but you were so naive when you thought it would be a genuine act of kindness. he suggested this job to you and as dangerous as it was, you still accepted the offer because you had no other option to refund him all the things he bought you.

morax. such was the name of your boss, the name of the person who gave you a ‘chance’ to start again. he was a dangerous, manipulative man, slightly evil and had lots of enemies in town but you still trusted this man with your life. he would not let you down, would only prolong your contract at worst.

you started to think back of it. of him, until your thoughts got interrupted.

‘crimson, can you hear me ?’ you heard the familiar voice of a ‘friend’.

you brought your fingers to the receiver implanted in your right ear, slightly raising the sound. the communication was particularly difficult for today’s mission, as the receiver did not allow you to reply, only to listen.

‘take a sip from your glass if you hear me crimson.’

being fully ignorant as to where your partner was standing felt weird. he knew where you were, even had his eyes on you but you ? you could only stare in every direction hoping to catch a glimpse of his blue hair.

it did not happen and by the time you had done what he asked before, drinking the awful juice in your crystal glass.

‘good. the target is arriving in a few minutes, i am going to join the party soon enough. if you see me do not react. not even a slight eyebrow raise or a sigh will escape his observant eyes. he knows what i look like but he has no information about you. and i want it to stay that way.’

his voice sounded pretty concerned about you, you thought before turning off the device and focusing back on the people around you.

ayato always made it clear how he appreciated your person and by the time you worked together you two created a strong bond. not enough for you to relay on him nor fully trust him but when two people like each other enough to spend nights in the same bed, bodies clinging together, you can call it a pretty strong relationship.

you almost smiled at the idea but the instructions he gave you before were pretty clear, therefore you stopped yourself and stopped trying to find him among the crowd.

‘splendid ! absolutely breathtaking !’

a male voice echoed in the grand hall y’all were partying in. the maids closed the front doors right after he entered.

he was wearing a long black coat that seemed to be way too warm for the temperature around, or perhaps you were just unbothered by the cold nowadays. his black hair were long and perfectly styled as if he just got out from the hairdresser. many rings on his fingers but curiously not on the ring finger.

everyone inside turned around to look at him and as he was walking only the music could be heard, accompanying his steps, making his entrance much more impressive. you couldn’t really see whether his eyes were opened on closed, making him a really hard person to read, even for you.

‘good evening my dear guests.’ as he walked around, to shake some hands; that smile didn’t leave his face a single time, starting to make you quite uncomfy.

that man had a strong aura. he was menacing even when his face wore the most normal expression ever. you couldn’t take your eyes off him, asking yourself whether this was true charisma or if it was just him.

‘i do not remember you.’

you prayed hard for his gaze not to be turned to you, but when your eyes got back on his face he was indeed addressing his words to you. you tried to play dumb, looking around yourself as if you did not understand who he was talking to.

‘you, dear. i’m talking to you.’

with that he approached, taking your hand and dropping a kiss on it. ‘what’s your name ?’

you didn’t flinch when you spoke up from a clear and authoritative voice. your eyes meeting with his in a very tensed exchange.

‘you can call me m.’

‘m ? as in mysterious ?’

‘or as in murder.’ you replied, a hint of playfulness in your voice, matching the smirk growing on your glossy lips.

it seemed that it amused him as he genuinely giggled to your response. ‘you’re quite unique, m.’

he finally let go of your hand, and you brought it back with yours; now holding on the glass with your two hands as if you were threatened to disappear at any given moment and that glass was the only think keeping you close to the ground.

‘do you know who i am ?’ he asked. he seemed genuinely curious as to hearing your answer.

you stared at the huge plasma screen on the wall behind him. a large photo of himself was displayed on it along with these words.

❝ Pantalone. 91th ceo of fatui corp and president of the association morlone against starvation in the world invites you tonight to an auction in order to invest for the sake of the kids dreaming of a better life. ❞

‘it seems you are the very important person tonight. sir.’ you said, bowing your head in front of him as a gage of respect despite your profound desire to kill that man.

you’d probably have a pretty hard time getting to him as he was overprotected. judging by ayato’s words, he was not someone to underestimate, which is why you thought it’d be clever to show him respect already.

good for you, you were only sent in a detection mission, looking for compromising information about him to give morax. you knew the day would come, where you would have to take action against pantalone, but lucky you were, it wouldn’t happen tonight.

that brief exchange between you and one of the infamous enemies of your boss and saver was nothing like you thought it would. it was friendlier than you expected.

‘well, shall we ?’ he handed out his hand to you, ready to guide you next door, into the large room that had been refitted to accommodate the auction.

‘next piece up is a 1 200 000$ apartment in inazuma city. the sight is absolutely breathtaking as it is on the 67th floor.’

the time started to get quite long and passed by too slowly for you. pantalone’s things that were for sale got everyone interested and the auction seemed to be never ending.

you stared around, and finally found him. ayato was sitting a few seats behind you on your left. you had not seen him entering and you asked yourself whether the owner of the place did but luckily for you, since he was busy on his business; it seemed he had not.

you focused back on the event occurring in front of you and heaved a long sigh when he announced another of his car for sale. there had already been two of them before and since the only thing you were interested in was a special necklace morax told you to buy, you found the time pretty long.

you looked everywhere around, stared at the faces of his guests. perhaps it’d be useful later you thought. better to know the faces of important people whenever you get a chance to. there was two empty seats, and you asked yourself who would miss such event.

just as you started feeling something was off, the door opened and someone ran inside. you frowned at the sight of a woman who seemed to struggle to breathe, as if she ran from something and didn’t stop running for quite a long time.

everyone turned around only to find one of the maids, covered in blood, hands red and shaky. the woman seemed terrified and confused. everyone seemed unable to move and you looked among the crowd, trying to find ayato.

‘t-there is.. a dead b-body on the small garden ! someone.. someone is dead ! please, help !’ her weak voice screamed.

you were not panicked but still had to act a bit scared for your life to fit in. the first one to move towards the maid was pantalone himself. he covered the shaking body of his maid with his coat and rubbed her back gently.

he almost seemed sweet and caring but you knew better not to trust appearances and you heard too many things to believe he cared about anyone, ever.

‘it’ll be okay mary. we’re all gonna be okay.’ he kept on telling her and she repeated after him several times as if trying to convince herself that this was true.

after a few minutes where everyone in shock, were talking and in denial saying things such as ‘it cannot be true..’ , pantalone finally got up from the floor where he kneeled to comfort his employee. he repeated the same exact words he told Mary to everyone in the room and exchanged a brief look with the other maid that seemed much more calm about the whole situation. perhaps she had not seen the body, and only followed the voice of the other when she started calling out for help.

and why were she screaming for help you thought. if the body was dead already, then no help could be given, only grief and last respects.

the other employee ran in the opposite direction, meanwhile pantalone went outside, probably to verify the so called ‘mary’’s sayings.

most people stayed inside, paralyzed but there was some courageous or curious minds that followed quickly to check. and of course, you were one of them.

you kept on getting closer and closer even though some others remained standing by the door, the only slight vision of a body laying down enough for them.

but you, you needed more information. you’ve seen lots of corpses before and surely, there wasn’t anything particular about this one.

curiosity can be a bad thing, that you often heard it; and you never understood the meaning more than now.

the body was laying on his back, legs slightly spread and the arms resting alongside his body. his chin was bloody, it seemed that it had dried some time ago. his eyes were wide opened, lost into nowhere, staring in the direction of the stars. his long, blonde hair were messy and some strands of hair moving over his face from the slight wind.

it could’ve been a corpse like those you’ve seen before; like these people you’ve killed and abandoned in the same exact position.

however this one was different.

indeed, it was the very first time you were seeing the dead body of someone you knew before. and the worst part was you couldn’t react to it, in fear of revealing your identity.

‘aether…’ you whispered to yourself, low enough for anyone else to hear.

you walked back to the huge mansion where everyone was freaking out. your steps were slow, you were quiet, perhaps a little bit too much but you felt weird. it was quite hard for you to take the news.

aether. lumine’s brother.

you thought back of the two seats that remained free the whole auction. was she the one missing along with aether ? and where were she anyway.

you had not seen them for a while now and the questions were truly invading your mind one after the other. but you had no time nor energy to think about it.

you lingered around the house, your arms pending without you doing nothing of them and your feet struggling to walk as if it was fully bruised.

aether died.

aether is dead.

it seemed like your brain couldn’t stop thinking these two things.

you subconsciously started to look for the only comforting place you thought of: ayato’s arms and since he had been there tonight, it was the first thing you had in mind.

however, finding him seemed to be hard. he probably left as fast and discreet as he arrived by now but you were still in denial and in shock of what you’ve seen.

‘oh, you’re still here m ?’ hearing his voice sent shivers down your spine; not in a positive way. you completely forgot you were in that dangerous businessman house right now.

ayato seized the first opportunity he seen to flee but you, you stayed here. so unprofessional of you. you mentally scolded yourself.

‘i-’

‘did you know that person ?’ pantalone asked right away.

there was no little game anymore. there was no public. only him. only you. both together, talking freely, dropping the mask. pantalone gave up his arrogant smile and you finally dared looking back at him with the disgust you felt for him and not that fake admiration and respect.

‘did you kill him ?’ you asked.

to that question he giggled, walking towards you in an attempt to get closer to you to test your reactions but you didn’t flinch, didn’t look away nor did you step back.

‘did you ?’ you insisted.

‘alala, you not trusting me is making me really sad m. or should i call you.. crimson ?’

the smile he wore when pronouncing your pseudonym made it clear how his intentions were absolutely not good.

‘crimson ?’ you played your last card. ‘i thought it was you.’

the whole atmosphere around you was tensed. at this point, even breathing got complicated and it almost felt like his aura was swallowing you entirely.

your body felt heavy, and your mind dizzy but you remained focused on his face, keeping his smile as a point to cling to, to remain fully in reality.

‘don’t play me. m as in morax. he sent you here, didn’t he ?’

you found yourself struggling to find your words. you were never in such a state of confusion before but to see an old friend’s corpse with your own eyes really did shake you.

‘or perhaps it was me.’ a third person suddenly appeared behind pantalone.

‘what do you think, president ?’ he added, with an arrogant voice matching his smile. he was nothing you’ve seen before. and he just saved you from an awfully tensed exchange that could’ve costed your life as you were to take advantage on that man.

the third person seemed young. he was tall, taller than pantalone, but also thinner. yet he kept the advantage. his surprising intervention was probably something pantalone never thought of.

his orange hair were brought back with gel. he was pretty elegant, a golden necklace visible. two buttons from his shirt were opened and half his face was covered with a mask making it impossible for you to see his eyes.

a few rings on the fingers of his right hand that was currently holding a small gun against pantalone’s head. ‘run.’ he gently told you and you did as he said without waiting as much as you had plenty of questions to ask.

you learned tonight that curiosity brought nothing good and since you liked to believe in fate as much as you despised it;

you were quite certain you’d see him again.

a/n : i didn’t mean to make pantalone THIS attractive jeez,, anyway 2 out of 5 for now ehe

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