#tighnari scenario

[aqricus]

FIRST AID KISS ! feat. tighnari

V SAYS . . . “you keep tighnari on his toes with two things: your lack of care for your well-being, and your . . . spontaneity.”

+ WC . . . 4.4k

+ MINORS DNI. fem reader. fluff. mentions of sex. messy kisses for your boy. <3 i slapped this together in a few hours to kill time since i’ve been so inactive on here recently. pls i’m so tired skfmdks. SEVERELY unedited.

you know tighnari hears you before you enter. 

you can tell by the way one of the sleek, sable-colored ears crowning the top of his head is already swiveled in your direction before the sole of your leather boot can cross the threshold of his private workspace, twitching attentively despite his eyes being focused on the fresh kalpalata lotus cradled in his palms. you nudge the ajar door shut behind you with your heel and adjust your grip on the wicker basket clutched in your arms, ignoring the stray pieces of hardened reed pricking at the exposed skin on your arms.

“i’m back,” you announce, voice a tad breathless from the lengthy trek you’d made back from gathering samples, and tighnari finally draws his attention away from the flower to return a warm smile of welcome. his eyes are fond as they trace over you with a familiarity you’ve grown to adore, and his smile blooms into a chuckle at the sight of your disheveled appearance, complete with sullied attire and a delicate sheen of perspiration glazing your forehead. 

“i was beginning to think you’d gotten lost out there,” his remark is light-hearted as he gingerly places the lotus into an empty petri dish. “did you find the samples i asked for? they—careful, watch your step.” his equable tone spikes with urgency as he notices the empty pot he’d haphazardly placed on the floor for the sake of a time-sensitive emergency earlier, but you simply step over it without noticing.

“what?” you blink at him, ignorant of the twisted ankle you could’ve potentially suffered.

for a moment, he’s silent, the withdrawal of his hand slow and almost reluctant. “uh . . . nothing, never mind.”

you hum acquiescently at his dismissal and set the basket atop the wooden surface beside the kalpalata lotus. nimble fingers peel back the layers of moist cloth encapsulating the tiny, vermillion seedlings you’d harvested, a proud grin playing on your lips as you display the fruits of your labor to your boyfriend. “i found what you wanted!” you pluck a single seed from the collection and roll it between your fingertips. “you weren’t kidding when you said they were rare. it took me hours to find them.”

tighnari doesn’t respond for a moment, and you’re too preoccupied with examining the seedling to notice the way he’s observing you instead, samples cast to the backburner of his mind as his gaze peruses your body once more—this time, more intently, as if committing your current state to memory. your knee-high boots are now caked with tacky mud and plastered with a variegated patchwork of soggy leaves and tendrils of moss, black laces filthy beyond remedy. your clothes aren’t in any better of a condition, wrinkled and begrimed and a small incision ripped across one of the seams in the right side of your shorts. did you snag them on a twig? tighnari’s ears prick attentively when his eyes snag on a discolored scrape arching up your thigh, framed by splotches of dirt and a couple more shallow scratches threaten to bead with ruby at the slightest wrong movement. or, did you fall?

“aren’t they pretty?” blissfully unaware of his scrutinization, you place the seed in your palm and extend your hand to show him, but it takes him a moment before he’s able to pull his attention away from you and half-heartedly focus on the seed with a clearing of his throat.

“they’re quite unique,” he agrees. “they appear very similar to sunflowers when they bloom and only do so at night, which makes them quite remarkable.” his gaze subconsciously flickers back to your leg, and his voice softens before he realizes it, wrought with concern and a bit hushed. “but . . . hey, did you fall? your thigh is all scratched up.”

“oh!” your eyes glint with a flash of clarity, as if it’d somehow managed to slip your mind during the journey home. a smile blossoms upon your lips, radiant and untroubled, despite your boyfriend’s obvious disquiet. “yeah, it’s no big deal. i wasn’t paying attention and ended up tripping over a root, that’s all.” you assure him with a breezy gesture of your hand. your gaze averts from his as you place the seed among the other before delicately swathing them in the damp cloth, and your hand lingers upon the swaddled seeds as you inform him, “i’ll tend to the scrapes on my own.”

“nonsense,” your eyes widen slightly at the stern edge sharpening tighnari’s tone, and his refusal is further cemented by the single, decisive swish of his tail as he slides the wicker basket to the opposite side of the counter and insistently pats the empty space with a gloved hand. “hop up here so i can take a look.”

“tighnari . . .” over time, he’s learned to recognize this particular tone of yours—that little, saccharine drawl of his name you typically wield to weasel something you want out of him, whether it’s approval to accompany him into uncharted territory or the green light to caress the ears crowning his head. he’s wholly aware of your next move before you can even open your mouth, undoubtedly to claim that you’re okay and persuade him into letting you off the hook. so, he nips the issue in the bud.

your next words fizzle away into a small gasp when one of his hands clamps down on your waist, firm enough for his fingertips to dimple the soft flesh just above the delicate curve of your pelvic bone through your clothes, yet not tight enough to cause you pain. for the next few moments, all you can do is sense—feel the gentle whisper of the flower petals adorning his shoulder over your bare arm and smell the aromatic, kaleidoscopic explosion of crushed herbs and crisp rainwater that clings, ever-present, to his attire—as he leans closer, reaching past you to drag forward a wooden stool sitting just behind you. 

you barely have time to register the unforeseen closeness in proximity before he’s withdrawing with a pensive twitch of his ears and a casual instruction of, “here would probably be ideal, considering the location of the wounds.” he doesn’t even bother to allow you to intervene, let alone look at you—although, with way the positioning of his hand combined with his adamancy to care for you is beginning to tug at the corners of your lips and spark tiny bolts of electricity that crackle and fizzle in the pit of your stomach, you figure that perhaps his blissful ignorance is for the best. you do your best to veil the elation and warmth bubbling in your chest by silently complying with his wishes, voice unreliable; but, you aren’t able to suppress the tiny, satisfied smile that crosses your lips as tighnari’s deft fingers shimmy the material up your thigh.

“is something on your mind?” tighnari has always been perceptive—in fact, it was one of the qualities that initially drew you to him, a sense of reverence and wonder toward his ability to detect discrete changes in his visual surroundings, the vibrations rattled off vocal cords, and even the chemical balances of the living beings he elects to analyze. in the time you’ve known him, you’ve rarely been able to sneak anything by him, whether they’re emotions, desires, or concerns; so, you honestly aren’t quite sure why you’re surprised to find his gaze already trained on your expression when you’re snapped back to the present. your tongue wilts, heavy and unwieldy, as his hazel eyes bore into yours, and you merely shake your head, smile earnest.

“no?” he quirks a brow. he knows you aren’t being truthful, you can see it in his eyes, but he doesn’t press the matter. “then, perhaps you can hand me one of those cloths over there.”

“tighnari,” you begin, but you stretch your arm across the wooden surface to pluck a single cloth from the meticulously folded stack, anyway. “y’know, it really isn’t that bad,” you chuckle. “none of them even broke the skin.”

at first, all tighnari does is hum as he vanishes from your side to locate clean water to soak the cloth in, and he doesn’t answer until he returns. “while there may not be any blood present, it is still crucial that you treat the wounds. this one right here,” he hovers his fingertip over a particularly long scrape etched into the flesh further down your thigh, “is dangerously close to bleeding. if you’d fallen with even a little more force, i’m certain you’d have an open wound—superficial, but open.”

goosebumps erupt over your skin at the frigid touch of the damp cloth as he begins wiping off the dirt framing the edges of your wounds, and you shiver. “maybe so, but aren’t you busy?” the touch of your index finger against his shoulder stills him, and as he straightens up, your hand falls away. “you’ve got a lot going on. anyone can tell.” you remind him, and the tip of his right ear twitches. “i’m serious, you don’t have to do this. i can sit right here and take care of it while you work.”

from the jump, you never expected him to patch up every little cut and scrape you endured; and, perhaps that’s part of the reason why tighnari doesn’t have any qualms about doting on you to this extent. you’ve always been so prepared to assist him and fling yourself headlong into his work alongside him—volunteering yourself to run errands for him, wading through riverbanks thick with mud on the search for elusive amphibians, and even recording all of his methods and instructions so you can tend to ill or injured creatures in his stead whenever he’s absent. he can think of a vast number of people who would kill to have the opportunity to have someone so devoted in their lives, and he knows that it should please him; but, it doesn’t—not when you shoulder all of his priorities except for one.

you.

he can’t recall the amount of times you’d voluntarily swap your safety for a quick snap of success, returning to his abode utterly filthy and bruised to hell with a jar of tadpoles or set of floral samples whose importance, without a doubt, paled in comparison to your physical wellbeing. being the one to insist on taking on the jobs, you never really minded and would always rival his concern with a glowing smile and a gait unhindered by any of the injuries littering your skin; but, not even your glacé reassurances are capable of nullifying his worries forever.

“your wellbeing takes precedence, and you’d be foolish to think otherwise.” he fishes a small, circular tin from the top drawer of his desk and unscrews the lid. he doesn’t return his attention to you as he swiftly swipes his pinky finger through the sweet-scented salve contained within, but he can still sense the weight of your gaze. “the flowers can wilt.” he spreads a sparing amount of the ointment over each individual scrape. “and, the amoebas can die. but you . . .” he finally meets your eyes, and you can feel heat trickling over the cusps over your ears at the certainty glimmering, crystal-clear, among murky puddles of coalesced oak-brown and forest-green, “you cannot.” there is no solemnity or grimness in his expression, only an easy confidence accompanied by upturned eyebrows and a neutral expression, as if he is speaking of a matter as simple as predicting the forecast—as if this is something he’s expecting you to already be wholly aware of. he only holds your gaze for only a moment longer before his attention bounces back down to your thighs, and he taps your knee. “spread your legs for me.”

“what?” your eyes round. “why?”

“not like that!” tighnari snaps, but you can tell that the implications of his words aren’t lost on him, either, based on the twitch of his ruffled tail and the way your knees are suddenly apparently far more intriguing to him than anything else. “there’s one last cut i haven’t gotten to. it’s further toward your inner thigh, whereas all the others were either front and center or along the lateral side.”

“it’s not a cut,” you shoot back. “it’s still not bleeding.”

“did you even know it was there?” tighnari’s brows arch as he glances up at you; and, the indignant huff that’s forced from your lips is the only answer he requires before he’s gripping your knee. “i didn’t think so.” the only resistance he receives from you is an intelligible series of mumbles as he eases your thighs further apart. 

fortunately, you don’t squirm or contest his decisions as he cleanses and applies the healing salve to the final wound. you remain quiet, but he can still feel the indignation emanating off you in waves as your eyes slit skeptically at his actions and your arms weave together over your chest. he cracks a small smile. always durable, always independent, yet he can still sense the soft fondness underlying your gaze as you observe him.

“you’re good to go,” he announces with a shuffle backward. you don’t hesitate to slide off the stool, soiled boots landing on the maplewood floorboards with a dull thump. “don’t change your clothes until the salve has time to soak in, or else we’ll—or rather, i—will have to start all over again. and, be careful when you walk upstairs. don’t let it smudge onto your other leg.”

“yes, sir,” you remark wryly, but you don’t bother to disguise the upward quirk of the corners of your lips as you tilt your head in his direction. “how horrible, indeed, it would be to have your hands all over my thighs again.”

tighnari snorts, and he angles his face away just before you have time to discern any changes in his expression, occupying himself with slipping the tin of ointment back into the drawer before rummaging around the controlled chaos for something else. you frown and pensively dig the toe of your boot into the floor. pity.

“ah.”

the small noise of realization that arises from you is the only warning tighnari receives before his ears swivel attentively at a string of quiet footsteps swiftly beelining towards his turned back. the final step is punctuated by the graze of a single finger beneath his chin, index finger hooking beneath his jaw to redirect his head to the side in one fluid movement. already aware of your presence, he doesn’t think to parry your touch or even question it, expecting perhaps a simple, chaste kiss planted on his cheek or lips or even a set of arms wrapped around him.

what he didn’t anticipate was the soft press of your chest against his, accompanied by a pair of lips slotting against his in a fiery kiss that couldn’t be further from the innocent smooch he’d envisioned. the tip of your tongue caresses the slender expanse of his bottom lip, laving over the slightly chapped flesh to coax his jaw into yielding. a quiet, pitched hum of surprise is kicked from the base of his throat at the sensation of your tongue delving past his ajar lips, and his muscles tense against the feeling of your nimble fingers twisting the hem of his hoodie into your closed fist. his ears erect, pointed and stiff and bleeding with heat beneath the thick layer of dark fur, when the hand resting idly beneath his chin begins to move, ticklish fingertips snaking down the porcelain column of his throat to wind around the back of his neck and draw him almost impossibly closer. 

his mind whirls at the onslaught of affection, body scorching with heat, and he can’t help but find this situation somewhat reminiscent of another—an occurrence he cannot quite place or recall in the heat of the moment. but, the sensation of your lips constricting around his tongue to suckle almost painstakingly gently on it discards the inkling almost as soon as it appears, wiping his mind blank until all he can do is allow himself to be engulfed in your presence, your touch—everything. tingly bolts of electricity arch down his spine, and his jaw twitches reflexively, sinking lower to allow you the freedom to move about him as you please. he can’t subdue the shiver that wracks his muscles at the light graze of your teeth against the sensitive muscle, nor can he silence the soft whine that rolls off his vocal cords when your grip tightens on his shirt. you shift toward him once more, sealing your lips over his once more to effectively swallow up all of the tiny sounds that spill from his throat.

you’ve initiated a fair amount of affectionate gestures in the time you’ve been his partner, but rarely have you ever approached him like this—all messy, sloppy kisses and bold invasions of his space to sap the strength from his knees and snatch up control in one fell swoop. considering how busy he’s always been, you typically prefer to transition smoothly into exchanges such as these, easing him into the mood and preparing him for what you want from him via teasing ministrations or outright requests. but this—he barely had time to think, let alone react. but, as he feels himself melting into the kiss, returning your gesture with identical fervor and a newfound heat stirring in his chest, he decides that while certainly unexpected, he supposes he could find an appeal in spontaneity as well.

his hands finally slip away from their place draped motionlessly over the edge of the drawer, lifting to blindly seek purchase along your figure. there’s a sense of desperation neither of you can deny in the way one of his hands tightens around your upper arm, fingertips roughened by countless hours of research and grueling field work pressing indents into your supple flesh just beneath the cuff of your sleeve to keep you pinned in place. your skin is overly warm, and so is his, housing twin flames that thrum and writhe with life and desire, each fueled by the other until your bodies are swathed in a heat so intense tighnari can feel a single pearl of perspiration trickle down the length of his spine.

his other hand slithers around your waist, fingers just barely dipping past the waistband of your shorts, and the delicate sigh of content that feathers past your lips as you relax against his chest has his ears folding back slightly. he indulges you—or, rather, perhaps it is you who indulges him. neither of you are quite positive who is more eager, each sloppy kiss complemented and doubled until tighnari can feel the first traces of excess saliva beginning to pool on the cusp of his lips.

although, he finds that it truly doesn’t matter, because after a few more moments, you withdraw entirely. it’s almost downright sinful, the way your eyes maintain their innocuous, teasing glimmer when they bounce up to meet his, as if you hadn’t just siphoned his soul directly from his lips. still ensnared in the moment, tighnari makes an attempt to pursue your lips, but you angle your chin upward before he can succeed, placing a quick peck to the bridge of his nose instead.

“what are you—” tighnari begins, but his voice is breathy and bears no real demand.

“i forgot to kiss you hello when i came in.” you reveal. you relinquish your hold on his shirt, but your touch doesn’t stray too far, drifting down to settle on his hip. “so, i thought i would combine it with my ‘thank you’ kiss.” you grin.

for a moment, all tighnari does is stare blankly at you, a tiny, disbelieving smile twitching to life upon his lips. a hello kiss? a thank you kiss? you’re screwing with him, surely. you have to be. that kiss was far too intimate—far too messy and heated—for it to be for something so trivial. you must have an ulterior motive. you don’t kiss someone like that unless—

all at once, he’s sparked with a moment of recollection, a split-second realization where he’s finally able to remember why the situation initially seemed so familiar. the kiss you exchanged was identical to the one shared two nights ago when he had you spread out under him, legs locked around his waist to keep yourself anchored while the flushed tip of his cock bullied your g-spot with crippling accuracy. he can still envision the way your fingernails etched pale scarlet crescents into his shoulders, your entire body convulsing as you moaned against his lips, demanding more! more! between each greedy kiss that left rivulets of saliva cleaving through a translucent sheen of sweat that layered both of your bodies. 

“cum inside me!” you’d whimpered. “fuck—please, i want it all. need to feel you.”

tighnari stiffens at the memory, ears swiveling to stand at attention once more. “wh—” he clenches his jaw at the incriminating wave of heat that sweeps through his systems, only to scoff at your poor attempt at concealing the knowing smile playing on your lips. you’re clearly more than aware of what you’re doing. “you’re horrible.” he gripes, but there’s no genuine venom detected in his tone. you laugh. his tail swishes sharply, and he reaches out, briefly pressing his fingertip into the center of your forehead. “not to mention, still injured.” 

“only kind of!” you insist and move to bat his hand away, but he’s quicker, shifting his wrist to block your strike.

“your legs are all scratched up!” he argues.

“barely! none of them even broke the skin! you said so yourself,” you fire back. “i still need to—”

“what you need to do is change your clothes and sit down.” 

“fine!” you huff, but tighnari knows you well enough to understand that you mean no simple acquiescence. “but, only if you come with me.”

“and, why, praytell, do i need to go with you?” he folds his arms.

your hands flutter animatedly, and tighnari sighs, already predicting the utter nonsense you’re about to spew. “because! you keep going on and on about how bad my injuries are, so obviously i need you to accompany me! what if i pass out? what if i fall and can’t get up?”

“it builds character.”

“tighnari!” your eyes widen in protest, but the momentary fit of laughter that wracks your body refutes the existence of any genuine hurt.

“you’re so obnoxious.” he snorts, but his hand is warm against your skin as his fingers coil around your wrist.

he rolls his eyes at your playful smile and the exaggerated, dreamy sigh that succeeds it, but you ignore it, deciding to continue teasing him. “you just saved my life, tighnari. i hope you know that. how fortunate i am that you love me, or else you’d surely leave me for dead.”

“you’re pushing it,” he huffs, but he can’t help the ghost of a fond smile that crosses his lips. it’s faint and nearly indiscernible, yet most certainly present.

because, you are, indeed, correct.

beneath all of his pointed remarks and no-nonsense attitude, he does love you—probably more than you’ll ever be capable of realizing.

[an-emovision]

𝓡𝓮𝓵𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷𝓼𝓱𝓲𝓹 𝓱𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓬𝓪𝓷𝓷𝓸𝓷𝓼 - 𝓣𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓷𝓪𝓻𝓲

A/N: I love him an unhealthy amount. Warning(s): Angst, breakup ——————•°•✿•°•——————••——————•°•✿•°•—————— ❀- Oh boy ❀- Busy. Very very busy. ❀- He cant always make time for you, theres things that he just has to do like post the patrol routes every morning and give Collei her tasks and heal the idiot adventurers that for some reason lack any kind of common sense ❀- Hes basically the Avidiya forest version of Kokomi, except hes more sassy then sweet ❀- Its not like you arent busy as well, you are the hero of Teyvat after all and you just arrived in sumeru not long ago. Theres still many things to do and explore, not to mention all the people you have to help to and all of your daily commissions ❀- Really you two could go weeks without seeing or hearing from each other, it worried you and rightfully so. ❀- You loved Tighnari and the two of you had a beautiful relationship. ❀- But you wanted to be with someone you could actually.. well, be with ❀- So one day you were returning to Gandarva Ville with one solid goal in mind, you didnt want to do this but part of you knew it would be better for both of you ❀- You found him sitting in his house, working on whatever he had in those viles, some sort of murky green liquid that you'd rather not know about ❀- He didnt even have to look at you to know it was you who stepped in, his ears do pick up everything after all. ❀- "So you return, i'd thought for sure that you'd met your end to some kind of wild animal or mushroom by now" He joked, turning to meet your eyes only to see the solemn look across your once gentle features ❀- He raised an eyebrow at your expression, surely his jokes weren't so terrible that you looked genuinely sad about them ❀- How were you supposed to do this? Surely theres an easier way to tell him without outright saying it. You racked your brain trying to come up with an easier solution, only to find nothing. ❀- A deep sigh brushed past your lips which only raised your beloved forest watchers concern ❀- "Love?" He called to you, moving to step forward and maybe wrap his arms around you. It'd been a while since you two had seen each other so naturally he'd been missing being close to you. ❀- Before he could get any closer you took a step back, this caused a pit in his stomach to form and an almost hurt expression to overtake the smile his lips held just a moment ago

❀- "Did.. something happen?" Arms dropping to his sides he had a feeling about what you were going to say, but his eyes were franticly searching your features. Looking for any hint of a smile, any indication that this might be a joke ❀- And then you said it, voice cracking as you fought back your already brewing tears. He'd hoped that he heard you wrong, vision blurring as he thought of ways he could convince you to stay. ❀- As you stood there, staring at the floor, convincing yourself that your decision was final you had hoped he would say something anything to try and get you to stay with him ❀- That never came ❀- A gentle "Okay" passed his lips as he refused to allow his tears to flood past his waterline. Tighnari didn't ask for an explanation, he wasn't naive, already knowing that you and him hardly ever saw each other. ❀- "All i ask is that you take care of yourself, if not for me then for yourself" his words no louder then a whisper, knowing well that if he spoke any louder his voice would crack ❀- You'd nod and turn to leave, fighting back your tears as you briskly left the vile. All while ignoring the greetings of its inhabitants. ❀- You wouldn't see Tighnari again for a long while after that. ——————•°•✿•°•——————••——————•°•✿•°•—————— 𝐹𝑒𝑒𝓁 𝒻𝓇𝑒𝑒 𝓉𝑜 𝓇𝑒𝓆𝓊𝑒𝓈𝓉!

[yurv-rainbow]

TIGHNARI BRAINROT

Warning:I mentioned smut but nothing explicit... Not yet-

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I want to write a cute Tighnari fanfic where he falls in love way too quickly and starts to feel unsure about his feelings because they are so sudden but feel so true

BUT AT THE SAME TIME I AM OBSESSED WITH THE IDEA OF A TIGHNARI SMUT WHERE HE GOES IN RUT AND JUST LOSES HIS CONTROL BECAUSE I AM A WHORE

HE IS SO ADORABLE AND I HATE THAT I LOVE THIS FOX BOI SO MUCH 😭😭🥺

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[scaranation]

Hai! this is my first time request something in here, so i kinda nervous xd and English is not my first language 😅 (sorry if there any mistaken word)

Ok so, can i request readerxtighnari modern au, with a reader is a cat and they really like to tease tighnari about his ears/tail all the time they meet but then tighnari try to against it (it fails). Then reader give him a (It's up to you) sfw please:) but a little fl-

Thank you for taking my request if you read this:) and i hope you get what i actually mean (i'am bad at explaining)(⁠´⁠-⁠﹏⁠-⁠`⁠；⁠) , once again i apologize if there are any mistaken words in here (⁠•⁠ ⁠▽⁠ ⁠•⁠;⁠)

(By the way, I really like your writing style, keep the spirit !!:))

i wasn’t sure if i interpreted this correctly but i love the idea of tighnari being teased 🥹❤️ i also made reader a descendant of the Kätzlein bloodline like Diona, I hope you enjoyy

༊*·˚ 𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐀𝐂𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐃

Pairing: Tighnari x Cat!reader

Content: Fluff, sfw

In which you’ve made it your greatest mission to pet Tighnari’s ears - no matter what it took.

Tighnari’s non-human traits never went unnoticed by your feline gaze, and your greatest passion was to latch onto his tail or tease him about his ears, much to his annoyance. Despite his vehement protests - usually gritted out between clenched teeth as he hid his blush behind a book - you simply loved to mock Tighnari’s foxlike features, asserting the superiority of your own Kätzlein lineage.

Tighnari’s impeccable hearing, when coupled with your natural stealth, made for an interesting scene. The other residents of Gandharva Ville would always watch in amusement as you snuck up on the ranger, desperate to stroke those silky ears at least once. It was clear however that - in spite of his irritated rejections - Tighnari certainly held a soft spot for you. After all, no other person could possibly go unpunished after attempting to not only sneak up on him but also let his ears. As both a well respected botanist and a director of the nature reserve, many were slightly afraid of the man.

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Tighnari awoke to the sound of banging on his apartment door. He groggily rubbed the last dregs of sleep from his eyes, lumbering over to look through the peephole in a daze.

The sight of your face pressed against the other side of the peephole greeted the tired ranger, and he reluctantly let you in - taking note of the aromatic smell wafting from the takeaway bag you had in your hands.

“Breakfast is served! No need to thank me, I’d usually sleep in, but I heard you had an afternoon shift today. Pity I won’t be able to catch you then.” You treated Tighnari’s modest loft as if it were your own, stretching out on the couch and placing the food down.

“If you’re thinking about trying to grab my tail again, I’d advise against it.” Tighnari frowned disapprovingly.

“Come on, I’m just here to have a nice chat with a friend. No need to be so wary.” You rolled your eyes as you took out the breakfast you’d ordered from a cafe down the street, beckoning for the man to sit beside you.

“Breakfast on the coffee table? And sitting on a couch?”

“Would it kill you not to be so picky? Besides, it’s more comfortable here.”

As Tighnari sat down at your side, you glanced at him mischievously. Of course, you hadn’t been intending to touch his ears or his tail before, but they looked so soft and velvety. He was sitting right there, and he was focused on eating - it wouldn’t hurt to just give his ears one tiny stroke, right? You weren’t sure if it was your personal inclination or your feline compulsion, but the urge to feel that soft fur was unbearable.

Your plan didn’t get very far however, because Tighnari lunged away from you quickly - quicker than you could react. You’d thrown your weight into reaching out for his ears, and nothing could stop you now as you plummeted into him. Now sprawled sideways across the couch on top of the poor Tighnari, you could only gape.

You expected the man to shove you off and scold you harshly, but he stared back in shock - face quickly turning red. Perhaps, you thought, he was having a delayed reaction and his face was flushing in anger.

Instead however, you found your two faces drifting closer until Tighnari braced his hand on the back of your neck and closed the remaining distance, pressing his lips to yours.

You could feel the heat simmering on his cheeks, see each strand of the lashes that fanned down from his closed eyes. The slightly messy state of his hair. You could feel his hand shake slightly on your nape, his lips tasting like maple syrup.

You took the liberty of shoving away from Tighnari quickly, retreating backwards and staring. You realised your eyes had never closed, and they now met his dejected gaze as the two of you stared at each other from opposite ends of the couch.

“You-”

“You-”

Both you and Tighnari began stuttered attempts at processing what’d just happened, but simply shut your mouths. Tighnari snapped his eyes away from yours, adjusting himself to sit properly on the couch again. You narrowed your eyes, the back of your neck prickling at the awkward tension.

Finally, after a long pause, you felt your pride as an honoured feline hybrid slip as you sheepishly turned to look at Tighnari.

“Can we… do that again?” You avoided eye contact, internally furious that you were feeling nervous - in front of Tighnari, no less. Usually you were supposed to be the one teasing him.

Without a moment of hesitation, Tighnari pulled you in again. You had to remind yourself to close your widened eyes as you sank into the warm exchange, your hands finally managing to stroke his delicate ears.

Mission accomplished.

[lotusseedguy]

Yandere Tighnari Concept

I love this man-so take it.

TW-Reader has a delusion(and nearly pulled a teppi) Yandere,Uh,Written while high on caffeine and missing assignments

not proofread, we die like my dignity

You wanted to leave Sumeru,to go to any other nation.Liuye would be a nice option.it was nearby and has plenty of empty space

Your delusion was killing you.Slowly,but surely.It truly was your mistake,Using a delusion for years.

you didn’t want your boyfriend,Tighnari,To find out about it or worry,so you decided to leave for another land.

All you had to do was tell Tighnari.

Unfortunately for you,He did not like that plan

“What do you mean,’Your Leaving’?!You can’t leave me!”The fox boy shouted,Almost as soon as the words left your lips

After a short-lived argument,you turned to leave.

However,Tighnari had other plans

Pinning you against the wall,He grabbed the delusion out of you pocket and threw it across the room.

“This is what you’re leaving me for? An item that kills you?I think Not”Tighnari growled,leaning into you.Struggling,you almost managed to get out of his grip.

Almost

Grabbing you tighter,He planted kisses all around your face.Leaning into your ear,He whispered something so faint,you nearly didn’t hear him.

“Your my mate.Your not going to leave me.Your mine.Mine.Mine.Mine.Mine.Mine.Mine.Mine”

this was killing me all day,and now you can suffer too❤️❤️

Comments,Tips, and feedback are welcome!

My requests Are open!

My masterlist is almost finished!

[gifted-cardinal]

Success and fails of the sleepless nights - Tighnari x Student Reader

"If you don't take care of yourself, there will be no paper that you can finish"

TW: University, sleep deprivation, self-doubt, good ending.

WC: 2 872

Summary: scenario about platonic Tighnari helping poor, sleep deprived student Reader. Slight angst to comfort I guess

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Learning is exhausting.

Scratch that.

Learning is not exhausting in itself, you used to be very fond of it.

Academy is exhausting. And not even the institution itself, it's the people. Especially the current, oh so mighty, Sages.

Scratch that again.

It's not even solely about the Sages. It's about hierarchy. Everyone with a title higher than yours is entitled to treat you like air or lesser of a person than they are. Those who once have been treated this way now have taken over this "privilege".

Just push yourself a bit more, at least finish this paper and you will submit it again and then it all will be okay.

How weird. You really used to be curious about the world, willing to explore it and it's laws. Sit with the book you found interesting. And now you only hope to be done with this whole Academiya and never touch a book again.

Where did you go wrong?

Anyway, such thinking is for when there's time for it. Paper. Finished paper is all you need now. Just submit the paper and be done with this

Scratch this again and scratch that again

Submit the paper.

Only for it to be denied again, because your professor decided that his subject is so complicated and important that only ten percent of each year can pass it. With the lowest grade acceptable. Propably not even God of Wisdom would get the highest mark.

Scratch, scratch, scratch, scratch, scra...

"Be silent, do you think people come here to listen to you demolishing papers? I come here at night so the likes of you don't disturb up my studies" a shillouete appears on your paper and you look up at the man standing just before you. Another scholar. He's not even looking at you, his eyes gaze at your paper, reading, then he grimaces "They'd be better used in toilet anyway I see" he scoffes and before you can say anything, he makes his way out of here.

Ah, right.

You're still at library.

You sigh and fall back into your chair. Exhaustion and frustration finally let themselves be fully known to you after all those hours you've spent here. Your head and legs feel as numb as if they disappeared altogether. You grimace as you try to find another, comfortable position on that chair. It didn't do much. You're still exhausted and your drink has run cold a long time ago. You take one last sip of your coffee. Bitter and cold. But maybe you will visit those merchants near the Academiya to get yourself something to eat and a hot drink. You know you need to hand this paper tomorrow morning.

Just a few more lines until it's acceptable to be submitted. Then screw it all and wait for the verdict. Maybe the Celestial grace will take pity upon you and you will pass.

Or you will be forced to pay money for the retake like majority of this madman's students.

You grab your things and get ready to leave. You pass through the silent library and then the corridor. It's no surprise that these corridors seem more desolate than ever. It's middle of the night and even a thought of laying down on these cold tiles is tempting. Anything for a wink of sleep.

"Was that Tighnari?" you hear and stop to look at two students talking near you. That was a name you haven't heard in a while.

"Yeah, he was called here by the Sage to join them in their project, but he refused again" says other shocked student. First one sighs and shakes his head

"I can't believe it, if I were him, I'd be happily join them, even with no pay"

"And that's why you're not me" a voice sounds from behind you. Two students look shocked at Tighnari, he stood just beside you, at the doors. Tighnari narrows his eyes and crosses his arms

"M-master Tighnari...we didn't mean to insult you..." starts one of them

"You know what, do make yourself a favour and consider if you really would join them" says Tighnari with a frown "You'd happily wag your tail even if they told you to forsake your lives for their plans, wouldn't you?"

"B-but Academiya's projects are done to improve all of our lives...!"starts the other student, but under Tighnari's gaze, he retreats with his words.

"It's not my buisness. Neither are you, go and be a mindless zombie" he adds in harsh tone and two students hurry off as they glance behind themselves. Tighnari then looks at you and your sleep deprived form. "What? You too?"

You think of what does he mean but your brain feels mushy and your stomach decides to play the song of drums. The botanist sighs as he looks at cup of dried coffee in your right hand and papers in your left.

"...when will you fools understand that humans aren't machines. You don't pour coffee into yourself like you pour oil into some device and expect it to run for days" he says with an annoyed sigh.

Now, this is embarassing.

A senior of yours, a man who became a graduate at such young age, is looking at you struggling to even keep your position in the Academiya as a student. He talks about somethings, his tone not getting any gentler. But you don't hear him anymore.

People like him are far beyond your reach. You can't even get this fucking paper done. And now you can't even stop your tears from leaving your eyes as they stain your hard work. His face is a blur for you now, you can only see how one of his ears twitches, propably annoyed with your emotional outburst. Your hand turns into a fist as the papers get crumpled, something you already regret. You look shocked at the paper and open your mouth begging the paper to be okay.

"Is this why this all fuss is about?" asks Tighnari, in neutral tone. You shield the paper from him. Too ashamed of yet another person seeing your work as a disgrace to a research field. "Come on, show me that" he says, and you neither do give it to him or hold it to yourself.

You'd gladly melt into the background, along with all your worthless papers.

He takes it from your hand, and you don't stop him anymore. You just do as always, when you hand in your papers.

You look down, until he gives a silent verdict, tears the paper and tells you not to waste his time.

You used to take pride in your projects. And now at the thought of these projects from this man's lessons...you freeze.

"Ah, so you're a student of his" says Tighnari as he narrows his eyes to be able to read informations from the damaged paper "This bastard...which retake of yours is it, eh?" he asks as he looks at you. Struggle and tell which one it is and he will humm "So you've got to hand it tomorrow...tell me, [Name] do you think this paper will pass?" he asks as he looks at you.

Wait, how even did he know your name? You didn't personally know him, just heard of him.

And how did he know you had to hand it in tomorrow?

"I've read it on the paper, you lummox" he says as he waves the paper before your eyes.

Ah, right. There was your name and tomorrow's date.

Tighnari looks at you, as you try to race your thoughts through that sleep deprived brain of yours. He sighs as he crosses his arms.

"How about it then, I will submit it tomorrow on your behalf. And you will take some rest."

Thought of thanking him for that ran through your head. But what will happen then? The two of them will have the laugh of their lives?

Irresponsible. You are irresponsible.

"No, you're just exhausted" says Tighnari "I mean it" he waves the paper again "I will be here tomorrow morning, just in time to meet your teacher. I will hand it in for you. Don't worry about it, I know him."

Corruption? A word from another person for you to pass? If that makes you pass, you might as well take it. At this point you just want to get it over with.

You ask Tighnari why would he do it and he sighs

"I'm no random, I too learnt here I guess you know about it. And I guess I grew nostalgic, maybe I'm searching for a reason to talk to him" he says as he glances at the paper. "So? What do you say?"

You agree and he nods, hiding the paper in his bag. He glances at the window outside.

"Actually I was already leaving the Academiya. So let's leave together, okay? You look like you'd pass out any moment" he says and you follow him. He was a good observer, you really were in a bad shape. Random trip on the stairs, knocking your head into the lamp pole or almost walking off the path seemed to be your exact thing that night.

"So, you live in the Dormitory or somewhere else?" he makes sure and seeing your nod, he nods to himself "Good, it's near enough" he adds as you two see the familiar buildings with Akademiya's signs.

"Remember to have some sleep and drink a lot. No coffee, just water. While you're at it, get some medications and vitamins as well, okay?" he tilts his head as his one ear flops a bit and you've got to hold back from trying to tap his ear. He only blinks slowly. "Go and have some rest" he only adds and leaves you.

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You wake up, feeling the hot rays of sun on your skin. You stretch your arms until you get a cramp in them and sharply roll to the side. You wait for the pain to pass and then get up, panicked as you see the hour. You woke up two hours after your lessons have started.

Lessons with that guy too. And you don't have your paper.

You barely remember your meeting with Tighnari. It's a memory foggy enough for you to consider it a hallucination because of your sleep deprivation. You were still in your school uniform as well. You might have just crashed here and made it all up.

Worst thing - there's no paper. You must have lost it somewhere. You're fucked.

You grab your bag and run off your dormitory, feeling the exhaustion set in again with each of your steps. Tears appear in the corners of your eyes as you rush through people and into the Akademiya.

But as you run towards the doors of your class, you see people walking out of it.

It's done. The final term passed and you didn't hand your paper. You might have made it, but now it's impossible.

"...haha yeah, that was amazing. I can't believe we don't have to look at that asshat anymore" laughs one of your classmates to another as they pass you.

What.

You get in front of them and ask them questions. What the hell did they mean? Why is everyone so happy when they just quit his classroom?

They gave you weird looks and ask whether you're alright.

But it's no time to ask this!

"Chill [Name]" says one of the students "Ya see, we all passed. And we won't see that asshat anymore, it was the last lesson with him."

They passed? They just passed because they were present that day? You were present almost everyday and it never happened! What the fuck have you done

"Hey, I told you, chill. You passed too" he says and you look at him like at some idiot. "I mean...we passed thanks to you, mostly."

What.

"Your paper was a joint project with Master Tighnari. He was the one defending the project"

"That guy was roasting mr Asshat nicely! Seriously can't believe he's round our age!" another student jumps in with a huge grin as they hook an arm around the other student's neck "Mr "Asshat was supposed to review us all in those two hours, but picked you first and then that fox kept talking and talking and asking him questions...he had him in there, defeated! Should have seen that...!" he starts

"Hey, if you're going to talk about me at least classify me correctly" the student's face dies a bit as he looks back and steps away, revealing Tighnari "I've got no connections with foxes. Valuka Shuna is a race that shares Large Desert Dog's features. Not fox." he narrows his eyes and the student chuckles a bit nervously.

"I'm...sorry sir Tighnari"

"Whatever, run off now" says Tighnari and the students cheer in excitement for their luck in classes and leave the Akademiya. "So...did you sleep well?" he looks at you

Man, this too is embarassing. So embarassing that you can feel the burning shame run through your back and arms...

Wait, that's no embarassment.

That's another muscle cramp

"For real?" Tighnari sighs as he grabs your arm and bends it a bit, you feel a little bit of pain and then relief. You sigh out as you thank him "As I thought, not only are you exhausted but dehydrated as well...take some care of yourself, seriously" he says.

You thank him now for helping you pass, you almost can't help the grin that tugs at your cheeks, despite tiredness.

"No problem, you see, I really did seek out the way to meet up with that teacher of yours. He has been Akademiya's scarecrow for some time by now. It annoys me how people like him treat students, people who are here willingly to learn, right? Besides, I've asked another researcher in that field and your paper was really alright" he looks at you and then thinks a bit "Since you've passed...Do you have any plans for the summer break?"

Summer break? Does he mean 'crash in your room for months and try not to think of yet another year of academic torment'?

But you answer him truthfully, you don't. He nods pleased.

"Good. You will help me"

You help him? How in the world?

"I have a shortage of Forest Watchers you see, I will gladly get someone into our team. You need not to worry about housing or food for that time. I don't really expect you to do more than you can. You will help my other trainee, what do you say?" he asks.

There goes your staying in the dormitory room. You almost sulk at the idea of having yet another scholar to answer to.

"What's with that face? It's not a life sentence. If you don't want to, just tell me" he says

And you can't push yourself to answer him in one way. You're good with writing papers just before the deadline and being stressed out. Will  you be able to do well as a Forest Watcher?

"Not the Forest Watcher but a trainee. You will just help around" he says and sighs "Personally I too think it would be best for you to rest from this place. Humans aren't used to living in such conditions...and no, I don't mean my kind. People. Overall. It's noisy, you have how little sleep now at your academic year? Five at most?" he scoffes and shakes his head as he looks outside the window, his one ear tilts

"You will understand once you stay a bit outside of here. If you decide to go back, I won't stop you. Just give yourself a chance to see how your mind will react to another environment, okay?" he looks back at you.

How could you say no? Not only did he save your ass, he also feels concerned about you. And being a scholar, he does know his stuff. Maybe he's right and this summer break will be a good rest for you?

You agree and he smiles at that. You two hear the footsteps and see the teacher you have been having so much headache about lately.

He was carrying some boxes with papers.

"Going on a break professor?" asks Tighnari with a hint of smugness

"Fuck you Tighnari." hisses the lecturer and walks out of the academiya.

"Interestingly enough, I too have offered him that summer break session" he says and you look at the fox man with horror. He grins amused at that "I'm just joking, don't worry. He too was long time burnt out. I know he's been only looking for an excuse to leave and go join his brother at a farm"

Farm? Is he joking?

That asshat? All crops are going to wither.

"In two weeks Collei will come to the city for some resources and she will collect you on her way back. Ah, right. Collei is a trainee Forest Watcher. Your soon to be colleague too. Take good care of her" he adds as he walks out. Call out to him and he will turn around

"What? Can't wait two weeks? Then make haste and come with me now."

This will be an interesting summer break.

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A/N: And yes, I will propably make another one based briefly on this one. Something along the lines: "Tighnari oversees reader's reconvalescence and the two grow close".

If anyone wants to support sleep deprived student, here's my kofi:

Ko-Fi

[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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[yanf4iry]

dominant men that still somehow manage to be needy and desperate when it comes to fucking you.

dominant men that get so horny from the simple sight of you, that they can't help but beg to ruin you; can't help but beg to fill you up and make you scream for them.

dominant men that can't help but be vocal. desperate grunts leaving his lips as his hips pound into you. "f-fuck.. your pussy is so fucking g-good. need to be inside you all fucking day." he'd growl in your ear, hands tight on your hips in a possessive manner.

dominant men who get so pussy drunk that they'll messily eat you out for hours, coercing you into release after release; overstimulating you because he can't get enough of your juices.

dominant men that still manage to maintain all control over you despite finding it hard to keep his cool whilst he's balls deep in you. "baby.. b-baby oh fuck- you're so good for me? so f-fucking good for me."

dominant men that pound into you from behind, tugging at your hair as he pants, edging ever so closer to his high. his thrusts becoming sloppy and lacking rhythm as he feels his hips twitch, body almost craving to bust his load.

dominant men who want nothing more than to pump your pussy with cum; begging to breed you, begging to leave your walls covered in release. the way his brain would go feral at the sight of his thick, gooie cum trickling out of your entrance.

ITTO tartaglia ayato tighnari alhaitham kinich (++ your fave!!)

[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,

[wanderingconstellations]

He'll eat you out in your sleep and wake you up just like that. Don't blame him, your pussy taste amazing and he's just pussydrunk off of it! He just loves when you squeeze your legs around his head and buck your hips to his tongue. He adores when you pull him closer to your sopping cunt. He'll lap and suck on your cunt until your overstimulated and can't even remember how many times you came. He'll fucking eat you out like a starved man who hasn't eaten in months and grind and thrust his hips onto the fucking mattress so he can also feel some friction. You just taste that good that he can't even pull away from your overstimulated pussy until his face is all covered in your sticky white cum all over his face :((

—— DILUC, Aether, Venti, CHILDE, Kazuha, GOROU, KAVEH, Tighnari, Wanderer, Cyno

[kyuuppi]

How they react when you're jealous

Ft. Wanderer (Scaramouche); Xiao; Zhongli; Childe; Venti; Albedo; Tighnari

(gender neutral reader but Childe refers to them as "princess"/"prince" once)

⭐ Wanderer

+ This man is actually insufferable, good-fucking-luck

+ He acts so smug 'cause of course you'd be jealous, he's revered and worshipped by the masses!! (he's not)

+ Will probably cockily tell you you'll just have to get used to it, he's a god afterall so it's expected that he'll have many loyal fans all vying for his attention—

+ It's all a farce

+ In reality, he's kind of in shock that you'd really be jealous over him, the useless puppet discarded by his own mother—but that's his unresolved insecurity and mommy issues talking

+ He'll keep up the façade and tease you for a while until he realizes you're genuinely upset—then he'll find some roundabout way to tell you that you have nothing to worry about, he only has eyes for you...of course he'll never directly admit that, though

"Hah, you're jealous? What a foolish human emotion—of course I'll be adored by thousands..."

The Wanderer cuts himself off as he takes in your tense form, brows furrowed and eyes looking anywhere but him as you quietly seethe. His chest clenches in that weird way it only seems to do when you're involved.

"Wait...don't tell me you're actually angry...?"

You don't show any signs you even heard his question and the Wanderer sighs dramatically, averting his own gaze to hide his reddening cheeks as he mumbles his next words.

"You have nothing to worry about, idiot...you're way above any of those other weaklings anyway."

⭐ Xiao

+ I'm sorry but he literally is incapable of understanding that you're jealous

+ Like...he can barely even process that you like him, let alone recognize the advances of another random human who is interested in him. The time he even spends with others is extremely limited unless you're involved so there aren't many chances for anyone to talk to him

+ If it's something like another adepti or half-adepti, like Ganyu, who he's been spending a lot more time with lately training, you might feel insecure by your own mortality, which Xiao can somewhat understand but still doesn't get the jealousy part

+ Tries his best to try to comfort you though, even if it means shyly asking Zhongli or Verr Goldet

+ Surprisingly ends up coming to the best solution—spending more time with you

You nearly jump out of your skin when you turn to find the figure of your boyfriend standing behind you on the balcony of Wangshu Inn. You're certain he wasn't there just five minutes ago.

"Huh? Shouldn't you be training Ganyu today...?" You ask, feeling slightly sick at the mention of the pretty half-adeptus girl. She was a sweetheart and a great friend but you can't help but to think about how much time she's been spending with Xiao. You're sure she doesn't have any ulterior motives but you can't help but to think about how much prettier and stronger she is compared to you. Surely Xiao sees it too...

"We agreed to take a break for today," Xiao immediately answers, slowly stepping forward until his cheat is nearly touching the back of your arm, so close you can smell the faint traces of his natural scent—something fresh and crisp like the mountain air.

"Instead...I want to spend some time with you—if you'll allow it." He says softly. You momentarily freeze, not used to Xiao initiating dates. Unperturbed, he continues speaking.

"I thought we could do that mortal activity you told me about before. I think it was called...a picnic?"

⭐ Zhongli

+ The god who has ruled over humans for over 2,000 years—of course he's familiar with such a common emotion like jealousy. Even if he himself has yet to experience it

+ He would never assume you were jealous unless you openly tell him about it

+ But then he's quick to assuage your worries and maybe even propose some sort of compromise that can satisfy you both

+ Spends a night absolutely spoiling you until you hardly remember you were ever jealous in the first place, if that's what you so desire

"Ah, it seems you may have misunderstood my relationship with the funeral director, I apologize if I caused you any discomfort," Zhongli tells you earnestly, gently holding your hands in his own, much larger ones and holding your gaze so intensely you find it impossible to look away.

"Now tell me, my dear, how may I settle your worries? Perhaps we should take some time away, just the two of us?"

⭐ Childe

+ Idk how you even got jealous in the first place cause this man is glued to your hip

+ Slightly flattered when he recognizes your signs of jealousy cause he just sees it as proof of how much you care about him

+ It may feel a bit demeaning at first but he will not take your jealousy seriously. He baby talks, pinches your cheeks, and teases you but will not show any genuine concern—not because he doesn't care about your feelings, but because he's so sure that he only has eyes for you that he thinks your jealously is completely unreasonable in the first place

+ As a big fan of PDA, he takes the advantage to be more touchy and affectionate with you in public under the guise of "showing everyone he's yours"

+ If anything, he's the one whose always jealous when another person takes so much as a second of your attention—but you don't need to know that

"Aww, is my prince/ss pouting now? Ahaha, don't look at me like that!" Childe effortlessly dodges the elbow you aim at his ribs after he pinches at the fat of your cheek for the third time today.

Not perturbed in the least, Childe sticks himself to your side and continues to grin down at you, uncaring of the strangers who glance at you two with strange looks as you make your way through the busy streets of Liyur Harbor.

"Here, how about I make it up to you and we go on a lunch date? My treat!"

⭐ Venti

+ Another one who doesn't take your concerns seriously

+ However, unlike most of the other men, it's pretty reasonable to be jealous with how Venti talks to everyone

+ He's naturally romantic and seems to possess no clear boundaries, leading to him saying things that could be construed as flirtatious without him even realizing it

+ When he's tipsy on dandelion wine, it's not unusual to see him belting out ballads and serenading anyone nearby willing to give him the time of day—though, in reality, his love songs are all actually written about you

"Oh, my windblume is feeling a bit jealous?"

You don't bother providing a response but Venti doesn't seem to need one.

"Ehehe, so cute," he coos, shamelessly wrapping his arms around you. Any feelings of jealousy you hold are quickly being replaced with embarrassment at how other patrons in the crowded bar frequently glance at you and your loud boyfriend.

"No worries, my love, this poor bard's heart only beats for you! I'll even prove it with this song I wrote..."

⭐ Albedo

+ It's Sucrose, isn't it?

+ They spend all those hours locked up in a small lab room in the depths of Dragonspine—its only natural that you'd feel suspicious right?

+ Wrong

+ When he's not with you, Albedo literally only thinks about his experiemnts or drawing. In fact, the times you and Albedo are together are really the only time anyone ever sees Albedo actually listen to someone outside of the Knights of Favonius and talk about things that aren't directly related to alchemy

+ As the so-called "chalk prince," it's not that uncommon for people to find him physically attractive and try their luck—but any deeper feelings usually vanish when they realize he has no interest in them. That and his blank stares can get rather unsettling...

+ If you do get jealous about Albedo being around anyone, it will eventually go away on its own as you realize this man is literally incapable of recognizing flirting

+ (Also, Sucrose is literally an angel and would never jeopardize your relationship. Like, she actively ships you guys together, pls—)

"...which is a particularly unique property for this chemical given it's electronegativity. In fact—oh, [Name], what are you doing here?"

You try very hard not to laugh at the relieved expression the woman Albedo was previously lecturing shoots you. She wastes no time slipping out of the lab while Albedo is distracted, his ocean deep eyes staring at you with a mix of surprise and quiet adoration.

"Ah, it's about lunch time and I don't have any commissions today so I thought we could go get something to eat together. Sorry if I'm disturbing you—"

"Not at all," Albedo interrupts, quickly putting away the glass vial he previously held and removing his latex gloves.

"A visit from you is never a disturbance," Albedo admits plainly, oblivious to the way his words make your chest squeeze.

"Now let's go. If we hurry, we might be able to make it to that place you like before they get crowded."

⭐ Tighnari

+ Lmao what are you jealous of, a flower?

+ This is another Science Man™️ who literally sees nothing but his work. Unless there's a rare sentient species of seductive mushrooms in Sumeru with it's sights set on fennec fox boys, you have nothing to worry about

+ Collei sees him as something akin to an older brother figure and Tighnari is too sassy for anyone else to get close unless they're interested in joining the forest watchers

+ If you tell him you're jealous, he's probably going to call you an idiot for even thinking he's interested in anyone else

Tighnari looks almost annoyed at your confession, glancing up from his journal only to shoot you a glare.

"Hah? Did you accidentally eat some hallucinogenic mushrooms again? I don't have enough time entertain things like that. What a ridiculous accusation."

Annoyance bubbles up inside you but, before you can act on it, Tighnari is already standing from his desk, striding over to you quickly to gently pull you along with him.

"Now come with me. I found an interesting flower on the outskirts of camp I think you'd like."

The proud grin highlighted by the sparkle in his eyes as he looks up at you quickly cuts off any protests you were going to make.

[lavenderchqn]

synopsis — gushing about their outfits/photos to them accidentally pairings — bf!gorou, kazuha, kaveh, tighnari, wanderer and tartaglia x gn!reader (seperate) warnings — it's established that the genshin males work as models; mentions of biting in gorou's (out of love, nothing suggestive) notes — first time writing for gorou, so I'm hoping I did him justice

GOROU

KAZUHA

KAVEH

TIGHNARI

WANDERER

TARTAGLIA

date of posting — august 8th 2024

[fallingdownhell]

May I request the Sumeru boys getting head pats and long rants about how attractive they are from their s/o who's blasted drunk?

Oh my god! This is so adorable!

Characters Included: Cyno; Tighnari; Alhaitham; Kaveh (+Wanderer)

Content: gender neutral reader; reader is drunk; fluff and funny, otherwise safe; Characters get flustered a lot

Word count: 2,8k words

I can't really write drunken slur, so just... pretend, okay? Also, I included Wanderer in this because he's technicaly a Sumeru boy and I love him and he deserves headpats. Anyways, have fun!<3

Cyno

He sighed heavily as he adjusted your drunken and slumped body on his back, continuing his way home. He knew it would go that way. You always got way too drunk when going out with your friends.

Yet you kept insisting that you would control yourself this time. That he could relax and drink one or two drinks as well. But Cyno was a protective boyfriend, so if you said you wanted to drink, that meant he was staying sober.

And again, he was glad he made that decision as he adjusted you yet again while you slept peacefully on his back, arms hanging loosely from his shoulders.

Still, he couldn't help but smile at you. After all, you were adorable when drunk, he always had something to laugh about and tease you the next day or two, so it was fine.

"Mhhh..", you mumbled, trying to turn around on his back, but finding that you couldn't move very much.

"We're almost home, (name). Just a few more minutes, alright?"

"Hhmm.. Cyno?", you asked, still sounding sleepy from all the alcohol you've been drinking.

"Yes, (name). I'm here.", he answered and you retorted with a small hum. Thinking that you would just fall asleep again, like the last few times, he kept his eyes in front of him and on the street, but then he suddenly felt a hand in his hair.

"You have so beautiful hair..", you mumbled, quiet like a whisper, which almost made Cyno think that your words weren't meant for him to hear, but then you continued talking.

"And your face! Cyno, do you have any idea how handsome you are? It's unfair!"

Hearing you say this, so unexpected, it made his cheeks all hot, getting red just from a few compliments from his significant other. He was really glad that you couldn't see him right now.

"Hey! Did you hear me?", you suddenly yelled, but still continued to stroke through his hair while Cyno kept walking with you on his back, which only gave you the perfect access to his hair that you needed.

"Hey? Cyno!", you yelled again but he kept quiet, still flustered from your compliments. He just wasn't used to that, okay?

"Meanie... but still a handsome meanie... MY handsome meanie.."

You then started giggling, laying your head to rest on his neck, but you still kept playing with his hair..

Oh Archons above.. he would have to make sure about your memories after you woke up. He couldn't handle it if you were to tease him about his reaction (or lack thereof) to your remarks. Because sober-you would have no problem figuring out that he didn't answer out of embarrassement..

Tighnari

Partys and such were a rare occurence within Gandharva Ville, but they did happen from time to time.

Today was such an occaision. One of the forest rangers recently got engaged and with permission from Tighnari was now hosting a small party with all his colleagues and friends.

Tighnair himself has only been a brief guest to said party. Not because he wasn't happy for the couple or didn't like the guy. It was simply because it quickly reached a state were it was just too loud for him to handle, and he didn't want to get yet another headache.

He went to the newly engaged couple for one last time, congratulating them again, before telling him the reason for his early departure. They were understanding, offering to safe him some of the leftover food, which Tighnari greatly appreciated and accepted.

You, however, decided to stay for a bit longer, which Tighnari didn't mind all that much. There weren't really that many opportunities for the people here to have fun, and he didn't want to put a damper on things, so he agreed.

He went home alone and made himself comfortable in bed, reading a book he recently started to pick up. Of course, it felt a little bit off to him, since you were missing from your usual spot by his side, but that was just his fox side being needy. He would be fine like this for a few hours.

Time continued to go by and it was now late at night, yet Tighnari could still hear that the party was far from over. However, he did get a bit of a bad feeling when he suddenly heard knocking from his front door.

"Yes?", he asked to let the person know that he was still awake.

"Ah, Master Tighnari. Sorry for the late disturbance. We were just.. hoping that you could come and collect (Name)? They're pretty drunk but refuse to be taken home by any of us."

"...I'm coming.", Tighnari sighed but still got up from bed and made his way over to the venue. It was only a short walk but even standing outside hurt his ears already from how loud it was inside.

When he walked inside, he instantly spotted you, talking to a group of Forest Rangers. Even though he was a bit further away, he clearly saw you swaying from one side to the other, people watching you closely to make sure that you wouldn't just fall to the side... Archons, you were absolutely drunk.

He sighed again as he made his way over to you. You spotted him when he was only a few more steps away. Your entire face lit up with excitement and you threw your arms out for him as you yelled "Tighnari!!"

He smiled, even though his ears hurt just a tad bit more from your hinge, but he didn't mind. It's not like you were aware of your actions right now.

"There's my beautiful boyfriend!"

He stopped at that, but didn't really have much time to react since you were throwing yourself at him. He caught you as you kept laughing and giggling, nuzzling up to his neck.

Then, the next second, you detached from him, standing by his side. "Right? Isn't he so pretty?", you looked expectantly at the forest rangers, who were all looking kinda amused at Tighnari.

"Come on, (Name), let's get home.", he tried to pull you along with him, which you let happen, to his surprise.

The entire walk back to his hut, you kept saying things like how beautiful he was and how unfair it was. To be honest, it made him flustered beyond anything.

Once he had you home and changed into your sleepwear, he just wanted to sleep, but seemed like you had other plans. You grabbed him and pulled him so that his face was now against your chest as you began to gently stroke through his hair, occaisonally scratching his ears as well.

"So pretty.. my pretty boyfriend.. very handsome..."

You kept mumbling to yourself, stroking and massaging his scalp and even though Tighnari was a blushing mess, he couldn't deny that he enjoyed the attention and the compliments..

Alhaitham

Even though he would never admit to it, Alhaitham was staying up late because of you.

You had told him that you would be going out with your friends tonight and that you would be getting late so he didn't have to wait up on you.

Little did you know that Alhaitham had picked up a habit... he quite literally wasn't really able to sleep anymore without you either by his side in bed or just in his general presence.

Don't get him wrong, he was still able to sleep without you, it was just that his sleep tended to be a lot worse and pretty light when he was by himself than compared with you.

So, he decided to not heed your words. Instead, he made himself comfortable on the couch while he waited for you, reading one of his many books. Since Kaveh was out tonight as well, the house was silent for once and he actually got to finish his book, so he went to pick up a new one right away.

He had no idea how late it had gotten when he heard a set of keys clinging from outside. He waited until the front door opened, revealing your form to him.

He immediately put his book aside and went to greet you, but that was also when the smell of alcohol hit him. Just how much had you been drinking?

"Haitham!", you suddenly yelled and launched yourself at him. He managed to catch you, but he did stumble from the impact, making you both fall back onto the couch behind him.

You giggled as you got up from him, but when you looked in his eyes, your face suddenly got serious as you climbed on top of him, looking him dead in the eyes.

He stared back at you, trying to figure out what was going on in your head right now. But before he could say anything, you took that off of him, revealing your thoughts to him.

"Why are you so damn handsome? It's not fair! Gimme some of that!"

He was shocked and confused at your remark, but before he could say something or react otherwise, you suddenly began patting and stroking his hair, getting him even further into the confusion.

"...What are you doing?", he asked, irritated by your behaviour. You never did something like this, not even when you were drunk before.

"Giving you headpats. You desere 'em for always working so hard... and for being my handsome boyfriend!"

You smiled up at him, clearly satisfied with your explanaition, but it left Alhaitham in a mess. He put an arm up, trying to cover up his cheeks so you wouldn't notice them turning red from your words.

However, your drunken mind didn't even recognise the gesture, you just happily continued giving him headpats, not making any indication that you wanted to move from on top of him.

So, Alhaitham simply resigned to his fate, letting you do as you pleased. There was no reason for you to know that he was secretly enjoying the attention he recieved from you right now..

Kaveh

Kaveh enjoyed a good night out with a few drinks just as much as the next person, maybe even a little more. You, on the other hand, never really enjoyed drinking and going out all that much, only doing so very rarely.

Today was a date just like any other with your boyfriend, Kaveh. However, when the two of you decided to go to a tavern, you decided that you wanted to drink something with him this time around.

Normally, you were the sober one, managing to get him back when he had a tad bit too much to drink but usually, Kaveh was pretty good at knowing his limit.

Seeing as how you wanted to drink something today, he decided to hold back on alcohol for today. You insisted that he didn't have to, but he wanted to stay sober so he could have an eye on you, just in case.

And man, was he glad he did so. Seeing as you weren't drinking much, you didn't have much tolerance for alcohol. So, you were already pretty drunk after only two or three drinks.

Kaveh had a great time however, seeing you all confused and still smiling brightly at him really only made you all the more adorable in his eyes.

He was having a great time picking at you, teasing you, until he was suddenly yanked by his collar. You had pulled him down so he was now at face level with you.

Your cheeks were flushed red from the alcohol, yet you were looking at him with a half assed, angry look in your eyes.

"What?", he asked, still smirking at you as he kept the position, remaining on eye-level with you.

"Quit teasing me already! Gods, why do you have to be so adorable when you're so annoying sometimes."

Choosing to ignore the last statement you made, Kaveh instead focused on the other thing you said about him.

"You think I'm adorable?", he continued teasing, even though his cheeks did flush a bit red at your words, but in your drunken state, you didn't realize that fact.

"Yes. And also cute, handsome, very beautiful, pretty-!"

"Okay, okay! I got it!", he suddenly yelled as he put a hand over your mouth, shutting you up effectively. Now he really wasn't able to hide his blush anymore.

He was looking to the side, trying to figure out how to go from here, when he suddenly felt a hand on his head. He whipped his head back around to you, seeing that you were now entirely focused on your hand in his hair.

You were petting him... in front of all the other customers of the tavern!

Kaveh looked at you, shocked, but not opposed to your sudden affection. You just looked at him and then flashed him your biggest smile.

Now he really didn't have the heart to tell you to stop, so he just let you do as you pleased.

And you did just that. You continued to pet and stroke through his hair, while the occaisonal compliment slipped past your lips, making him even more flustered every time he heard it.

Gosh, why did the Archons bestow him with such and adorable partner. He was sure he wasn't deserving of you, yet he soaked up the affection he was recieving like he was starving for it. It didn't matter that you were in public, he liked it all the more...

Wanderer

'Coming home' was an experience he never thought he would have. Yet he did get that... and so much more when you entered his life.

You showed so many things to him, helped him learn and grow so much over the time, and finally helped him build a place that really felt like a 'home' to him.

He enjoyed coming back to you every single day, he adored you with every fibre of his body. There was nothing in this world he wasn't willing to do for you and your happiness.

And yet....

"Babeee!", you yelled as he walked through the front door, greeting him like you usually do when he returns.

But this time, he is stunned. He immediately smells the alcohol in the house and all around you. You're much more enthusiastic than normally, which only solidifies his assumption that you had been drinking.

You did mention that you would be having a friend over today and wanting to have one or tow drinks with her. But it seemed like that turned into a couple more drinks.

He caught you as you were charging towards him, jumping into his arms without any regards for your safety because you knew that he would catch you, without a doubt. He always did, even though he complained to you afterwards (only half-assed, but still).

You immediately hugged him, pushing his giant hat off of him, so you had better access to him, nuzzling your head into the crock of his neck.

"What the- What is wrong with you?", he asked, incredulous. He never witnessed you acting like this before, so this was entirely new territory for him.

"He he", you just giggled and nuzzled against him more, tightening your arms around his form.

He stood there for a few more seconds before sighing and resigning to his fate. He somehow managed to pick you up and carry the both of you over to the couch so you could both have it a bit more comfortable than it would be just standing around in the open.

"Mhh.. pretty boyfriend.. so handsome..", you mumbled as you rested on his chest, and the remark made him freeze up under you.

Did you just- Did you.. mean that?

You must have felt his tensing up, because you suddenly sat up a bit to look at him with a serious expression. Then, you pulled yourself up a tad bit more, so that your hand now reached his face without problem.

You continued looking at him as you stroked some stray strands of hair behind his ear, then your hand wandererd higher, now massaging his scalp, patting his head every now and then.

"So handsome.. and all mine..", you continued to mumble, still staring at him with a serious expression.

He blushed furiously from your remarks, trying to look away from you but finding himself to be unable to do so. He wanted to say something, anything really, but the words keep getting caught in his thoat, so nothing comes out.

Then, you smile softly down at him and nuzzle down against his neck again, still stroking his head.

He just sighed as his arms around you tightened just a bit more, holding you more protectively..

He would never admit to it when asked out loud, but... he really started to enjoy this...

[mimi-cee-genshin]

Friend-zoned? - Alhaitham x f!reader

Summary: How many Akademiya guys does it take to figure out whether or not you've friend-zoned Alhaitham? After discussing how strong he is, Kaveh, Cyno and Tighnari analyze his relationship with you. Things get interesting when you join their table.

Other info: fluff and humor :D, female reader, my extension of the conversation in Alhaitham's character demo because I loved the guys' interactions there so much

Words: 2.7k

*****

"Essentially, more time on contemplation, less time on execution," Alhaitham tells them. "Simple, isn't it?"

"... Not really," Tighnari and Cyno reply.

"Ugh, I knew I shouldn't have brought this up with you," Kaveh complains.

"I thought my answer was quite engrossing," Alhaitham says. He raises his hand. "Boss, this is good wine. I'll have the same please."

Kaveh swirls his cup. "Well, he has at least one weakness," he comments.

"Do tell," Cyno says.

"He's had the same crush for years," Kaveh tells them. "The guy's completely smitten."

"You can't be serious," says Cyno.

"Why is that so surprising?" Alhaitham says. "It makes less sense that I wouldn't be attracted to her."

"See what I mean?" says Kaveh. "You should see how he is around her. He practically treats her like a queen."

"I have a hard time believing that," Cyno says, crossing his arms.

"Stop exaggerating," Alhaitham tells Kaveh. "I just treat her the way she should be treated."

Kaveh only laughs at his answer.

"I thought you didn't like social interaction," says Cyno. "Or had any friends for that matter."

"It's not tiring to be around her," he says. "She's different."

"Of course she is," says Kaveh.

"Well this is interesting," says Tighnari. "What is she like?"

"We've known each other since we were kids. She was mature for her age. She did things like helping me resolve issues I had with others to keep the peace, making sure other kids didn't bother me while I was reading… Also, comforting me whenever I got discouraged…"

"You? Discouraged?" Kaveh scoffs.

"Yes? I'm only human you know," Alhaitham simply replies. "Anyway, you get the picture."

"That seems reasonable," says Tighnari.

"So it's one-sided?" Cyno asks. "As far as I can tell, you're still single."

"No," says Alhaitham, crossing his arms. "It's not one-sided."

"You're kidding me, right?" Kaveh says. "Are we even talking about the same person?"

Tighnari raises a brow.

"Every time she introduces him to another woman, she's a little too obvious with sharing why they'd be good for Alhaitham," Kaveh explains, "as if she's trying to sell them off to him."

"Don't be so dramatic," Alhaitham says. "She's not selling anyone."

"If that's the case, then why are you sure she likes you?" asks Cyno.

"Well for one, she comes by often to check how I'm doing."

"Perhaps she simply thinks you're incompetent at your job," Kaveh chides.

"Two," he continues, ignoring him. "She's always willing to hear about the latest book I'm reading, no matter how boring others think of it."

"Hmm…" Tighnari mumbles. "I can understand that."

"And three…" Alhaitham puts down his cup. "Whenever she reaches out for my hand, like when she wants to comfort me, she stops short of actually holding it."

"She does?" asks Kaveh.

"Interesting. So it seems that while she does display some sort of affection for you," says Tighnari, "perhaps she just didn't want you to get the wrong idea."

"So you're doubting my conclusion?"

"I'm simply saying it's difficult to judge based on the evidence you've provided. We may need to observe the two of you for ourselves."

Alhaitham sighs. This isn't going anywhere.

"Does she have any reason to not want to date you?" Cyno asks. "I wouldn't be surprised if you were overly critical of her, commenting on her every action."

"I give her nothing but compliments. She knows I think very highly of her."

"Huh," Tighnari says. "That's quite unexpected."

"I've been telling you guys," Kaveh says, "but he's really something else around her."

"Is she… actually older than you by any chance?" asks Tighnari.

"She is."

"Hmm… Well this changes things. Perhaps, she still sees you as a kid and is simply just doting on you."

Kaveh turns to Alhaitham, eagerly waiting for his reply.

Alhaitham clears his throat. "She's less than a couple of years older than me. It's not a big deal."

"Just admit that you're friend-zoned," says Kaveh. "Who'd treat their love interest like a kid?"

"I'm not so sure…" Cyno says.

Both Kaveh and Tighnari raise a brow.

"I think that Alhaitham has a clearer picture and can judge more accurately than any of us. They've known each other for long enough."

"It's just his wishful thinking on his part," says Kaveh. "Who wouldn't want to read into their crush's actions?"

"I agree to an extent," says Tighnari, "but perhaps we're missing some crucial information here. We don't know how well Alhaitham can judge a person's actions when romantic feelings are involved."

"I'm thinking quite clearly, thanks," Alhaitham says.

"This is why you aren't getting anywhere," Kaveh scolds him. "You're assuming she has feelings for you when she doesn't. You still need to win her over."

"Then what do you suggest I do?" Alhaitham crosses his arms.

"Ha. As if I'd help you. She could do way better than you anyway."

Alhaitham groans. Why is he even part of this conversation?

"Well, have you ever told her how you felt?" asks Cyno.

"Of course," replies Alhaitham. "I'm pretty obvious about it."

"For someone as reserved as you, I highly doubt that," Cyno adds.

"I wrote her a letter, eloquently expressing my love for her."

"Pfft. What?" Kaveh snorts.

Tighnari stares in disbelief. "Oh. I get it. You did that when you were children."

"I'm referring to the one I gave her yesterday."

"Pfft."

"That's… pretty obvious," Tighnari adds.

"I bet it was more of an essay than a love letter," Kaveh says with a smirk.

"Well, in that case, she either doesn't like you," says Tighnari, "or there's something that prevents her from admitting her feelings."

"Perhaps she's intimidated by your position," suggests Cyno.

"It's unlike her to care about those things," Alhaitham says. "She even treats me like a kid at times."

"So you do admit she just thinks of you as a kid," Kaveh says.

Alhaitham doesn't answer.

"Honestly, this case is closed," Kaveh continues. "There's nothing more to it."

"Hmm... Have you tried to make her jealous?" asks Cyno.

"You're still not convinced?" Kaveh is surprised at him.

"Knowing the result of that would likely draw us closer to a conclusion," Tighnari adds.

"Why would I purposely try to hurt her?" asks Alhaitham.

They exchange glances. Alhaitham still had the ability to make them go speechless with his matter-of-fact tone.

"Well, he's definitely serious about her," says Cyno.

"I told you," Kaveh says. "Seems like she's the only person he'd open up to as well."

"Of course she is," Alhaitham replies.

"I wonder…" says Tighnari. "Has she ever shared her own struggles with you?"

"Why would that be a factor?"

"Well, that would display how comfortable she is around you."

"Hmm… Not bad…" Alhaitham seems to agree with his line of reasoning.

He goes quiet and uncomfortably so because the other three exchange awkward glances at each other in the meantime.

"Well?" Cyno breaks the silence.

"You may be right," Alhaitham tells Tighnari with a sigh. "But that certainly raises more questions."

"Can we just start playing Genius Invokation TCG?" asks Kaveh. "We just keep going in circles with this topic."

"So you guys did just drag me out to play cards," says Alhaitham.

"It would be interesting to meet her," says Tighnari. "It's gotten me curious."

"Same here," says Cyno.

Kaveh looks up at the tavern entrance. "Huh? She's actually here."

Alhaitham's eyes flicker open for a brief moment. "Nice try. I'm not falling for that."

"I didn't expect to see you here, Alhaitham," you say, ruffling his hair.

He freezes and the three of them take a closer look at his face.

"I never expected him to have that kind of expression," whispers Tighnari.

"Me neither," Cyno agrees.

Alhaitham clears his throat. "They simply invited me here for some cards," he tells you. "Nothing more."

"Can I join?" you ask.

Without question, Alhaitham gets up from his chair. He holds the back of his seat and slides it out, gesturing for you to take it.

Cyno and Tighnari widen their eyes.

"Is it just me or did that feel kind of odd?" says Tighnari.

"Coming from him? You're not wrong there," adds Cyno.

You hesitate for a moment before you accept his kindness and take his seat. He stands next to you, waiting for the other guys to start preparing the game.

The two onlookers feel slightly uncomfortable for some reason while Kaveh tells them another round of 'I-told-you-so's. There isn't anything out of the ordinary as you all take your turns playing each other. Cyno is intense as usual, not just with his tactics but also with how he approaches the battle like an interrogation. Tighnari was calm and collected even under pressure, and Kaveh spoke his mind with every move, regardless of whether it's his or his opponent's. But having you there with Alhaitham is… strange.

Nothing really happens of significance. The two of you treat each other well and with respect. Just having Alhaitham being a complete gentleman around you is unnerving for the rest of them. Curt responses and sarcastic remarks are absent. He's completely agreeable with you and his usual temper isn't there either. Everyone plays the game in peace.

"You should save that card for later," Alhaitham tells you. "He can't do anything for the rest of the round anyway."

"Hmm… I'm not quite sure if that's what I want to do yet," you respond.

"Alright," he says. "You should do what you think is best."

"This guy…" Kaveh turns to you. "How do you get him to be like that? If it were any of us, he would've scolded us with a lengthy explanation about how we'd lose if we didn't follow his exact instructions."

"What? She can think for herself."

"And none of us can't?"

"I'm already familiar with how the three of you play and where you go wrong. I want to see if she does anything differently."

"It seems that he really does only compliment you, huh?" Tighnari tells you.

"Why would I do otherwise?" Alhaitham states.

His straightforward remark stuns them once again.

"Okay, we get it," says Kaveh. "We all know about your huge crush on her."

"Seems like you can't say anything bad about her even if you try," Cyno comments.

"Of course I can."

"You can?" you ask.

The whole table looks at you funny. You fiddle with the cards in your hand, pretending you weren't shocked for a split second.

"Interesting," says Cyno.

Alhaitham crosses his arms. "What is it?"

"I'm keeping my observations to myself for now."

Alhaitham raises a brow, but lets it go for the meantime.

A few rounds go by and you help set up for the next. When Alhaitham picks up a die for you from the floor, your hand brushes against his and the die falls off the table once more.

"What's wrong?" Alhaitham asks as he picks up the die again. "You're not usually this clumsy."

"I don't think there's anything wrong with me," you say.

He takes a closer look at you and you avoid his eyes. "Alright," he says. "You still ready to play?"

"I'll need to head out soon," Tighnari says. "It's my turn to be on patrol for tonight."

"Hold on," Cyno says, placing his cards on the table. "One last round. I'll be your opponent this time," he tells you.

You finish setting up the game and test your skills against Cyno. He certainly doesn't make it easy for you. You fall behind pretty quickly, but at least he's not as intimidating as when he played with some of the others.

"So," Cyno says, "what do you think of Alhaitham?"

Your eyes widen at his sudden question.

"You're straight up asking her?" says Kaveh.

"Why not?"

"I guess he has a point," says Tighnari.

They turn their attention to you to see what you'd say.

"Well…" you say, "he's very intelligent and talented."

"No, not what everyone else says," says Cyno. "What you think."

"What do you think you're doing?" asks Alhaitham. "Are you interrogating her right now?"

"Just let her answer the question."

"Well…" you say, "he's nice? And sweet?"

Cyno raises a brow.

"He's cute?"

"Pfft." Kaveh holds in his laughter.

Cyno ignores him and presses the question.

"I don't know how to respond," you tell him. "We've known each other for so long I can't just sum it up in a sentence."

"Alright. I'll get straight to the point," says Cyno. "What do you think of Alhaitham's feelings for you?"

"I think he should get to know other people… and try dating someone else?"

"See?" says Kaveh.

"I've already told you I'm not interested in anyone else," Alhaitham says.

"No, you should listen to her answer," Cyno tells him. "She's not lying."

"What?" Alhaitham widens his eyes.

"I'm not done yet," says Cyno. "There's more." He turns to you. "How serious do you think Alhaitham is about you?"

"He's definitely sincere."

"I'm pretty sure that was obvious," says Tighnari.

"But you don't take his feelings seriously," Cyno tells you.

"It's not that. It's just…"

"You don't?" asks Alhaitham.

"Alright. It's your turn from here," Cyno tells him.

"But I thought I was clear," Alhaitham tells you.

"You were."

"Apparently not clear enough."

"Look. You used to follow me around like a duckling whenever you weren't reading a book," you tell him. "How was I supposed to take your crush on me seriously?"

"It's been more than a decade since then."

"I... Okay, fair enough," you concede. "But it would disappear once you learned I didn't live up to your expectations."

"What expectations?" Alhaitham raises his brow.

"I don't know. That I'm this perfect woman that you've been pining for more than half your life. You'd know I'm not so great if you'd actually try liking someone else."

"Is that what you've been telling yourself?"

"You never say anything bad about me."

"Why would I want to talk about your flaws? Especially when I've been trying to win you over," he says. "Besides, aren't they obvious to you?"

"What?" You're genuinely surprised. "Like what?"

"Like how stupid you're being right now."

You freeze.

"Besides, I've been around you long enough," Alhaitham continues. "There's plenty I don't like. Like the way you cut me off at times–"

"What?"

"–or your atrocious style–"

"Okay, that one hurt a bit–"

"–or how stupid do you have to be to keep asking Kaveh for money –"

"Alright. I get it."

"–or that time you–"

"Okay! I get it! You like me!"

Kaveh looks at you as if you've grown another head. "How did you come to that conclusion? Are we even listening to the same conversation?"

"I think she's finally realized that his feelings were deeper than she initially thought," says Tighnari. "Especially since she knows that Alhaitham is still objective with her and not blinded with infatuation."

"That's right," Cyno says. "She's been the exception to his behavior for a long time. It makes sense she would think his judgment would be clouded with the information she had."

You hide your face from them. It's embarrassing how they read you like a book once your guard was down.

"I didn't expect the solution to be so simple," Alhaitham says.

He slips his hand into yours and you let out a little squeak. "You've also been wanting to hold my hand for some time haven't you?"

"Ugh. You're all smug now because you know that I return your feelings."

"I also don't like how you rearranged my bookcase."

"You can stop now."

"I think it's time for us to go," says Cyno.

"But we haven't finished our match yet," you tell him.

"I'll just forfeit this one."

"I'm with you on that," says Kaveh. "Anything before they start being gross with each other."

"I guess this is a good time for me to head out as well," says Tighnari.

The two of you are suddenly left alone at the table with a bunch of dice in front of you.

"Well, that's one way to win a match," Alhaitham tells you. "I'd say it's pretty ingenious actually."

You simply groan. You know what's coming.

"Do you want me to help you win every time?"

"Please don't."

*****

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Notice! You guessed incorrectly about his prior business for being at the park so you forfeited the chance to get the reward!

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Taurus ♉ with Xiao or Tighnari

(sorry for sending in the comments first im new to tumblr :') )

you are totally ok sending it there no problem at all! pls forgive me but i only did tighnari I CANNOT DO ANOTHER XIAO REQ but if you really want one you can just req again i dont mind

capricorn and taurus

i found out he was a capricorn just now no wonder he such a princess....teehee but seriously! this is a nice relationship, alot of good foundation! you two want to live a comfortable life and you can do that together. you two have a strong power when combined and both bring something for eachother. you guys can rely on eachother thats amazing. also very genuine to eachother and care so deeply for one another. tighnari's relaxed and confident nature brings you in for sure, he handles himself in such a sly way. what he loves about you is suprisingly, how stubborn you are! you listen to what you believe is right and strive for what you know, he loves that about you.

butt,, you both are so serious sometimes. you can't really have fun and theres no spark after a certain amount of time. he might be bossy sometimes whihc will piss you offf but yk you still love him. every now and then, you guys get so comfortable that you guys just dont talk, and not in a bad way theres just nothing said. simply a common agreement that you're both there yk. soo i mean thats not horrible.

in the end, its a nice comfortable relationship! just not the most entertaining, you'd make a cute old couple lmao??? thought with him being a forest ranger, that might bring a nice touch to your guys love where he'll take you along!

compatibilty: 69 i feel like it'd be lower but i think you can make it work with him!