#when in writer's block... write alhaitham

[cowboyheyxu]

modern!au

"you know, after i watched paddington, i'm fully convinced animals can talk. you know⎯like in toy story. but they're hiding it from us," you rambled, tapping your finger on your chin like you were in deep thought.

alhaitham flipped over on his stomach, shoving his face into his pillow, "please, go to sleep." his voice is muffled as he pleads, which prompts you to go on.

"and another thing," you continue, "does a straw have two holes? or just one? but there has to be two, right? since there are two holes in a straw."

alhaitham turns around, laying on his side as he listens to you, "you do realize you just answered your own question, right?" he mocks you.

you roll your eyes in return, threading your hands through his hair and ruffling it as revenge. you pretend not to hear him sigh out of content, "yeah. but like⎯if it has two holes, why do we only drink out of one?"

this time, alhaitham does not sigh. he groans, "it's getting too late for these kinds of questions."

you raise your eyebrows, a grin slowly appearing on your face, "oh? so i've finally frustrated the curiosity out of you,'" your sentence turned into laughter at the end.

"you have not," alhaitham countered.

"i think i have," you brush your thumb over alhaitham's eyebrow. he held your hand over his eyebrow and rubbed his thumb over it. he takes your silence as a sign that you are succumbing to exhaustion and you are finally about to fall asleep. but he was wrong.

"i just have one more question," you blurted out.

"only one?" he looked up at you with sleepy eyes. the sight made you want to giggle. alhaitham looks vulnerable. he looks adorable, you think.

"only one," you reaffirm, and rub your thumb across his eyebrow once more, "do you think we're together in every universe?"

the question caught him off guard. you never asked questions like these. most of the time, your questions range from shower thoughts to absurdities. but something seemed more intimate about this one.

alhaitham does not know if you two would be together in every universe. the universe is vast and unpredictable. there are endless possibilities and endless outcomes. it would be impossible for you two to be together in every universe.

that being said, he hopes that you two are together in most of them. alhaitham⎯though he holds disdain at your questions⎯could not imagine a life without them. he simply could not think of a world where he doesn't listen to the sound of your voice every night. he could not visualize a world where he wouldn't be a recipient of your love and your warmth.

to envision a world without you in it is like envisioning a world without it's sun. the world would be shrouded in darkness, without a single bit of light. there would be no warmth, and everything would have froze to death and died.

he looks at you while he thinks about his answer. if he had to wake up every day, and your face wasn't the first thing he saw, alhaitham knew he'd be miserable. he spends at least ten minutes of his morning admiring you. without you, what would he do?

there would be no one to brush his teeth with. there would be no one to eat dinner with. there would be no one to talk to in the middle of the night. life truly seems empty there. he pities all the other alhaithams in the vast universe that have to live without you. it must be horrific, living like that.

so, he makes sure to make this universe count.

"c'mere," he pulls you down to lay with him. you're on your side now as alhaitham pulls you closer, "i'll tell you my answer."

your eyes perk up, having been anticipating his answer the past few minutes. would he disagree or agree? does he think you two would last over different dimensions?

"really? because i think that we'll⎯" alhaitham cuts you off by placing his hand on your jawline and pressing his lips onto yours. it's slow, soft, and quite sensual. his other hand travels down to your hip, slowly rubbing circles on the bone as he continues to kiss you. you don't seem to mind or pull away, as you wrap your arms around his neck and kiss him back.

your legs are intertwined with alhaitham's as you pull away. suddenly, you feel a lot tired than you did a few minutes ago. was this alhaitham's plan all along? did he just try to kiss you into exhaustion? whatever just happened, it would not work. you will get your answer.

you lean on his chest for one minute, and then you fall asleep.

alhaitham didn't intend for that to happen. it was just a small bonus. what he really wanted to do, was to appreciate what he had in front of him. to not take you for granted. he considers how lucky he is: he is here, in bed with you, and he gets to listen to you ramble. he is privileged enough to hear the sound of your voice, your laughter, your thoughts. he just wanted to show that off.

but now, you're entangled in his limbs, dozing off peacefully as you relax into his chest. you'll harass him more about his answer later, but for now, he only mumbles it to you.

"i hope we are together in every universe."

[mimimui]

hellooo i saw your 'genshin men asking for a kiss' and i loved it sm your writing is amazing <333

can i request relationship headcanons for the genshin men. specifically alhaitham but idm who else you add

stay cool and have a good day/night :)

genshin boys as your boyfriend

includes: alhaitham, scaramouche, kazuha, diluc, kaeya, childe, xiao

tags: established relationship, endearments, fluff, not proofread, non-mortal/adeptus reader in xiao's

a/n: thank you so much ♡⸜(˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶)⸝♡ aaaah i am back after being mia..! the writers block is beating me up so hard rn + its 3am :') i wrote each part in different time frames so the writing might seem inconsistent aghuahgu i hope its still ok :( anyways, as always .. enjoy !

ALHAITHAM

he asked you to be his s/o while you were playing tcg together. you were in the middle of your turn when he asked you, and it'd be an understatement to say you were shocked.

(y/n): i'll use this support ca- alhaitham: will you be my s/o? (y/n): what? (shocked) alhaitham: what? (questioning)

while alhaitham is a bit aloof, he does loves teasing you. he would hide your things and help you look for the lost item like he doesn't know where it is.

when you're eating outside, he would step on your feet under the table. you can confront him about it all you want, but he will keep acting innocent.

if he's standing behind you, be wary because he might just throw his coat over your head as a joke, and then act like he did nothing.

alhaitham: do you want help putting on my coat? (y/n): seriously, haitham? alhaitham: yes? i'm seriously asking if you want my help.

when it comes to cooking, he'd leave you to do it. alhaitham would rather look forward to a meal you cook rather than a meal he helped make.

dinners are usually quiet, but if you want to tell him about the person that skipped in front of you in line today, then he's all ears.

the first time he told you he loved you, you were giving him a gift. you were smiling so brightly when giving it to him that he didn't know whether to be thankful for the gift or for you.

or at least you think that was the first time he said he loved you.

it was actually when you were asleep the first time you slept over. a very meaningful "i love you" was whispered softly in your ear.

SCARAMOUCHE

he brought you somewhere with a nice view. he grabbed your hand without warning, and when you asked him where he was taking you, he said, "no need to be nervous, just want you to see something."

(y/n): thank you for bringing me here, scara. scaramouche: you're my s/o, there is no need to thank me. (y/n): i'm your s/o...? scaramouche: are you not informed about that or what?

it turns out that scaramouche planned to ask you a long time ago, and from the amount of times he's rehearsed in his head, his mind convinced him that he already asked you.

you laughed at him when you witnessed the moment he realized he forgot to actually ask you. he huffed at your reaction.

he acts annoyed whenever you ask to try on his hat, but his actions contradict his words as he places it on your head.

scaramouche: there are a lot of places where you can get hats, i don't even know (places hat on your head) why you want mine. (y/n): :D scaramouche: if it falls, i'll laugh at you. (y/n): >:(

scaramouche would make you food if you ask him to. he's glad to do it, but he wouldn't want you to thank him. he thinks thanking him for things he's happy to do is a waste of effort.

it's somewhat his unspoken rule to never leave you alone at the table. even if he doesn't join you for the meal, he'd sit down just to accompany you while you eat.

he denied it when you heard him tell you he loved you. the three words escaped his lips when you were busy picking fruits together. or, rather, you were the one picking fruits while he holds them.

you asked him to repeat what he said, but he was quick to reply with "it'd be a waste of effort to repeat what i said."

but he knows. and you know. you both know he loves you.

KAZUHA

while he was out on sea, he wrote you a letter asking you to be his. along with all the other letters he wrote you, he made sure this was was sent out especially.

(y/n): welcome back, kazuha! about your letter... kazuha: yes, what about it? (y/n): my answer is yes. kazuha: i'm glad. thank you, (y/n).

he loves taking you out on adventures. even when he doesn't have a certain goal in mind for the day, kazuha will always find an excuse to bring you along with him.

you will always find him surrounding himself in nature. thanks to his extraordinary sense of hearing, he enjoys being outside even more. the world has a lot to offer.

one day, you ask him what his favorite sound of nature is. immediately, without fail, his reply is 'your voice', which you're flustered by.

(y/n): that doesn't even make any sense... i asked about your favorite sound of nature. kazuha: the world is full of nature, correct? (y/n): your point being? kazuha: you're my favorite sound of nature because you are my world, (y/n).

you both take turns cooking, always excited to try each other's new recipes. it's become sort of a competition of who can suprise the other one more.

his reaction is the cutest when you compliment his dish. if you're happily chewing the food he fed you, watch out because his hands will pinch your cheeks.

you two were hanging out one night, and you asked him to create a poem for you on the spot. he liked the idea, and immediately got to it.

without any hesitation, without thinking twice about it, he ended his poem with a very sweet "i love you."

when you stayed silent afterwards, kazuha got nervous. but his nervous expression soon washed away when you wrapped your arms around him, complimenting his impromptu-poem-writing abilities.

DILUC

he was closing up the tavern for the day, and you two were the only one there after work hours. he decided to take his chances and ask you right then and there.

diluc: can you pass me the wash cloth? (y/n): sure! diluc: can you fix the chairs? (y/n): sure! diluc: can you be mine? (y/n): sur- wait.

he's never said it outloud, but diluc actually enjoys having senseless conversations with you. just last night you told him he reminded you of an owl, which he found amusing, and he asked you to explain why.

whenever diluc takes shifts at the tavern, you'd be somewhere around helping clean tables or wash dishes. he has enough staff at angel's share, but he appreciates your assistance nonetheless.

if you know how to play chess, he would regularly ask you to play against him. he thinks it's a great game to play while also being able to converse with others. he loves talking to you.

(y/n): the main character realized—check—his feelings too late, and lost the love of his life to someone else. it's sad. diluc: what happened—oh, good move—to the main character after that? (y/n): he was never able to express his true feelings to her. he should've taken the chance. diluc: hm.. i agree. he was too coward when he had the opportunity. and checkmate, by the way. (y/n): wh- hey! i didn't see that move! diluc: better luck next time, my dear.

when you offer to cook dinner for him instead of the maids, diluc doesn't try to hide his smile. you've prohibited him from entering the kitchen, wanting to cook something for him all by yourself.

he will always stand by the archway and watch you cook. you go over to him occasionally, asking him to taste some parts of the meal you're making. these are some of his favorite moments with you.

it was when you were eating dinner that he first told you he loved you. you had just finished cooking a meal, and you were sharing details from your day with each other while eating.

halfway through the meal, he says, "i've been wanting to tell you something all day. may i?"

as you nod your head, he tells you he loves you. or, rather, he tells you he's in love with you. but what's the difference? diluc is all yours.

KAEYA

you brought klee back to the knights of favonius' headquarters after playing with her outside all day. albedo and jean thanked you, but kaeya wanted to express more than just gratitude.

kaeya: klee always returns happy whenever you're the one bringing her back. (y/n): she's precious. i'd do anything to keep her smiling. kaeya: likewise. but i also want to keep you smiling, sweetheart. (y/n): what do you mean? kaeya: be mine, (y/n), and i promise i'll always make you happy.

you, klee, and kaeya are always seen running around mondstadt. not only in the city, but also around the mountains. you'd all go find a big, empty space for klee to blow up.

rest assured he will always invite you for a drink, even if it's the morning. you've rejected about 90% of his offers, but he will always, always, make sure to invite you.

he is one call away when it comes to you. you have something urgent and needs his help? he's on it. you simply just miss him? he misses you too, he's on his way to see you.

(y/n): kaeya, aren't you supposed to be working right now? what would acting grandmaster jean say? kaeya: i missed you. that should be enough reason. (y/n): kaeya. kaeya: what? just wanted to see your face, sweetheart. i- ow! okay, okay, i'll go back now!

kaeya really enjoys when you cook for him. of course, he'll step in to help you, but the thought of you making him his favorite food is so heartwarming.

he insists on feeding you, even embarrassing you sometimes by pretending the spoon is a crystalfly and your mouth the cave it's about to fly into.

he first told you he loved you immediately after you agreed to be his. after you said 'yes' to his confession, he was quick to tell you those three words, and your heart fluttered at his boldness.

he will never forget to tell you he loves you. when he greets you good morning, when you drop by to pick up klee, when you come back to drop off klee, and so many more instances.

there was never a moment you doubted his love for you. he constantly reminds you of it, and kaeya will never let you forget it. he loves you. so much.

CHILDE

he had it all planned out when he asked you to be his s/o. he made restaurant reservations at your favorite place, and even made sure it was on a day where not much people visited.

childe: (y/n), will you be mine? (y/n): are you serious? yes! childe: you are the only one i've ever been serious about. (y/n): you're so corny.

whenever he gets back from missions, he always makes sure to bring you back a little gift or a souvernir. one time, he brought you back a ruin hunter eye because "you're the light of my life" he says. it didn't make any sense.

the first time he brought you to snezhnaya, he wrapped you in so many layers that you were better off rolling on the ground than walking.

he absolutely loves it when you play with his siblings. when he comes home tired, he'll immediately be energized if he sees you and his siblings spending time together.

(y/n): ajax, join us! we could use another person to play tag. childe: do i get a kiss if i win? (y/n): ...i was just kidding, you don't have to play with us anymore. childe: hey! okay, okay, i'll join. no kiss needed, i swear!

cooking is one of his favorite activities to do with you. doing something so loving and domestic as cooking with someone he loves is heartwarming.

no matter how much you try to keep yourself clean, childe will find a way to get you messy. he says you can't blame him if you can never catch him wiping his hands on your shirt.

he wasn't the first one to tell you he loved you. his siblings did it for him, actually. well, who was going to stop them? childe was asleep, and you weren't.

he brought you all on a camping trip outside snezhnaya, and he promptly passed out first after story-telling time. as you were cleaning up the campfire, his siblings all walked over to you.

"(y/n), our big brother loves you very much."

it was very random, but very sweet. you smiled at them as you gave them a hug each, asking them why they were suddenly telling you this.

"if you leave him, you leave us, and we don't want you to leave. he loves you a lot, we swear!"

XIAO

being uninterested in relationships, neither of you ever asked each other. but you've been together for as long as you could remember, and your memory goes back for centuries.

(centuries ago) (y/n): xiao, can you promise not to leave me by myself? xiao: that's a hard promise to keep. (y/n): but you'll try? xiao: ...yes.

xiao has never been the type to express much of what he was feeling—if he felt anything at all. unlike you, he has never bothered to fully understand mortals.

you thrive around the people of liyue harbor, and xiao will always find you casually strolling around or stopping to pet a cat you found on the sidewalk.

when xiao rests at wangshu inn, you find yourself accompanying him, staying with him on the highest balcony. this is the only time you accompany him though, as he has his duties to eliminate evil.

(y/n): need any help? xiao: you always ask, and i always say no. (y/n): well, you might need me one day. xiao: we've been together for centuries. you know i'm capable enough. (y/n): i know. you always have been. xiao: rest easy, (y/n). i'll be here. (y/n): good night, xiao.

food has never really been a problem for either of you, but if you want to treat yourself to a mortal meal, xiao will come along with you. with enough convincing, of course.

you eat at wangshu inn, and chef yanxiao prepares your meals. eating with xiao is quiet, but if you were to start a conversation, he will always reply.

he's never told you that he loves you, at least not directly. his actions will speak for him—one of them being always ridding the path you're taking of monsters.

whenever xiao has to leave you at the inn, he will never fail to tell you to "rest easy" before he leaves. he has sworn to himself to protect you, and eliminate all evil that might affect you.

his duty is to protect liyue, but it wouldn't hurt to make you his duty as well, right?

thanks for reading (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶)

[transmascaraa]

hi its 🍓 anon, can I request comfort with Gaming, Bennett, Scaramouche, Cyno, and Tighnari?

I accidentally hurt my cat's leg maybe like 20 minutes ago from when this is in your inbox but I've honestly just been crying and curling up on the ground where she's laying underneath my desk. I feel awful even though it's an accident ☹️

I'm hoping she's okay and it's not bad but I'm scared I permanently gave her a limp or that she will hate me and no longer want to be around me anymore

multiple characters headcannons!

you accidentally hurt your pet.

characters: gaming, bennett, wanderer, cyno, tighnari x gn!reader

author's note: hi 🍓anon i'm sorry i'm doing this req so late but writer's block is there for some reason🤷‍♂️ I HOPE YOUR CAT IS OKAY NOW THO AND THAT SHE STILL LOVES YOU IK HOW IT IS😭 anyways i decided to write this cuz i was bored lmfao enjoyyyy🔥🔥

♡ Gaming

-definetly gets worried after he sees you on the ground crying like that.

-"no... my love, what's wrong? you can talk to me, okay?"

-all while the pet was in the corner of the room, unphased.

-if left the room soon enough, but that was unnoticed by gaming.

-after you did your best at explaining the situation to him, he understood what you meant.

-a bit confused as to why were you thag worried about it, but he reassured you that your pet was fine and that they most probably forgive you.

-he's going to cuddle the pet with you to help you "apologize" to it.

-with gaming there, your pet will forget about what happened and just cuddle with the two of you there like nothing ever happened<3

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⑅ Bennett

-now, he's hurt a fair share of animals in his life due to his unluckiness.

-and he always feels really bad for them afterwards, so he would understand after you vent to him about it.

-"hmm... yeah... i get it.."

-but him, knowing that you're not as unlucky as he is, he reassures you that your pet is okay and still loves you.

-he'll prove it to you too.

-but first he would first make you take your mind off of it for a bit.

-and then feed the pet together as some parents to their 3yo child.

-now, speaking of him proving it to you, he'll just let you pet it and let it slowly lean into your gentle caressing of it.

-the only time he was lucky in his life was when he got to be with you.

-you just looked to precious being happy that your pet has forgiven you.

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✧ Wanderer

-he just doesn't get it.

-why the hell are you rolling on the floor, crying, because you THINK you hurt your pet?

-"but are you sure you've actually hurt it? y'know, if you actually did, then its anger is justified-"

-until you started crying more.

-"b-but you probably didn't. so don't worry. you'll be fine, just like that like creature you call your pet."

-i mean you stopped crying so it was something????

-you'll have to beg him to cuddle you w your pet but eventually you'll convince him.

-the funny part was the fact that the pet was just more fond of wanderer, rather than you, despite forgiving you for anything and everything.

-for some unknown reasons, all animals like him, really.

-(if your pet is an aranara in some type of this teyvat au then it's even cuter)

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๑ Cyno

-he doesn't react much, really.

-not like alhaitham, but just more of his canon personality when he's not making dad jokes.

-i mean if anything, he's confused, but yeah.

-he just stares you on the floor.

-"what happened?"

-in the most monotone voice ever.

-and then after he understands why you're doing all of that, he shows a bit more of emotion.

-hardly spotted, but it's there.

-"well... i know something that can improve your mood. what do you call a-"

-you just give him a death stare. he doesn't continue speaking from there.

-afterwards, you'll feel the little cutie together and see that it's totally fine!

-you will get to hear the joke he was meaning to say sometime later, now he just doesn't wanna irritate you, he feels as if you need happiness now, not his dumb dad jokes.

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✿⁠ Tighnari

-he genuinely gets worried.

-but worried in a mom way.

-"you're crying because of something you THINK? are you hearing yourself right now?"

-he's sassy, even when genuinely concerned.

-now, after telling you to take a few deep breaths, calm down, and drink a glass of water, he sits you down and lets you explain everything in great detail.

-then he brings the pet to the both of you, while he checks the pet for any scars, but they fortunately aren't there!

-you get incredibly happy and hug both tighnari and the pet, but he still doesn't understand if ut was worth the crying on the floor.

-your pet literally still loved you.

-but at least he was happy to help.

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okay i think this wasn't that bad

i really like cyno's and tighnari's tho

but this was fun to write overall tbh lol

| 🍓anon | @mariaace <3

[the-massive-simp]

I've been thinking about fem/gn reader losing their virginity to kaeya, venti and kaveh... But maybe they accidentally get hurt and have to stop? I wanna know how they'd act when something like that happens (:

a/n: I love this kind of prompt <3 here you go anon! I'm slowly trying to fight writer's block so its only headcanons and not drabbles but I tried my best. sadly there's no venti because i dont really feel comfortable writing suggestive or nsfw things with him (i know i got your request before changing my rules so you did nothing wrong. sorry for the inconvenience). and remember everyone: a yes can turn into a no at any moment, and that's completely fine. consent is key. also I think that my love for kaveh shows in this one because his part is twice kaeya's one

warnings: it's not graphic smut but sex is mentioned so don't read if you're uncomfortable with that. no mentions of protections (make sure use them irl)

♡Kaeya♡

I imagine Kaeya being a super sex positive person, like for him sex is not a big deal as long as there's respect for the other person

so he was probably ready to have sex with you since you started dating 💀

but of course he didn't push you, he waited for you to be ready to have your first time with him

one time you have dinner at his place and an heated make up sessions evolves in discarding eachother clothes

he asks for your consent like 100 times while you two move to the bedroom

he knows how important foreplay is, so he makes sure to prepare you for the main act

then he slowly pushes himself in, an heavy breath leaving his lips as he hides his face in your neck, his arms supporting him so he doesn’t put all of his weight on you

you immediately feel uncomfortable

the stretch feels too much and its almost painful

at first you think it's normal but it doesn't go away even after he begins to gently trust in you

if anything, it gets worse, but he fails to notice tour discomfort

tears start to spill from your eyes as you put your hands on kaeya chest and tell him to stop

he immediately freezes, concern and guilt flooding his face

"Can I pull out?"

you nod and he backs away from your body, opting to sit back to give you some space

"Did it hurt? Did I do something wrong? Should I go get you anything?"

he listens to you as you try to explain him how you felt

he goes getting a warm cloth to gently clean you up before embracing you in his arms

he feels really bad for not having noticed your discomfort sooner

you tell him that's its fine, you thought you were ready but maybe you were too nervous

you two keep talking about it for a while until you fall asleep

after that for a while he's a bit reluctant to try again because he doesn't want to hurt you

but when you tell him that you really want to take this step with him, he finally agrees

expect 3 hours of foreplay

♡Kaveh♡

now now

sweet kaveh loves to spoil you, taking you out to have dinner and go shopping

however his wallet does not enjoy it as much as he does

so you often have dates where you just go for a walk together or have a picnic

it's during one of those dates that he casually mentions the subject of sex

now, he doesn’t want to force you but he loves you so much and the idea of you two doing that together looks amazing to him

the conversation its not meant to push you, but rather to offer you an occasion to talk about it together and see if you feel the same about him

when you tell him you're ready (be it that same date or after years) he gets so excited

he can't believe you're going to share the magic moment of your first time with him of all people

he probably asks you if you two can go at your place since he doesn't want alhaitham around

once you two get down to business, he's the sweetest guy ever

he kisses every single inch of your body, basically worshipping you

makes sure to keep eye contact with you most of the time so he can notice if anything is wrong

after the foreplay, he lets you get on top of him, straddling his lap while his back is propped up by some pillows

he wants you to be the one in charge so you can choose the pace of events

the moment you lower yourself on him, he knows something is wrong

yes, he does feel a lot of pleasure from finally being inside of you, but he doesn't miss the face you make

when after a few seconds he sees tears pooling in your eyes he has the confirmation of his suspects

he immediately grabs your hips and pulls you up, making you sit on his thighs before comfortly rubbing your arms and shoulders

"What's wrong baby?"

he's so gentle with you, holding you close while you sniffle in his neck, hands resting on his chest

he strokes your hair and reassures you that you don't have to do anything if you're not ready, that he'd wait a thousand years for you, that he loves you as much as before, that sex is not the important thing in your relationship

he waits for you to calm down before asking you what exactly you think went wrong

if you tell him you want to try again he's completely fine with it, but he becomes even more attentive and gentle, making sure that this time you'll be able to enjoy it

[cheri-2047]

can you write a hurt/comfort Kaveh x reader where the reader feels insecure because they don't have any talents or passions and Kaveh reassures them that they deserve to be loved even without those, and if they want, he'd help them find something they like doing that makes them happy

SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG !!! I had writers block 😔 anyways thanks for requesting :3 (idk how to title this do I just made it comfort)

Kaveh x Reader comfort

TAGS: mentions of alcohol, fluff

CHARACTERS: kaveh, mentions of alhaitham

BEFORE READING THIS:

I’m gonna make it so Kaveh and Alhaitham are still roommates, it’s just alhaitham allows you to stay over and stuff because you and alhaitham are friends too.

The scenario for this is you and kaveh were drinking and you accidentally say things you didn’t mean to say while drunk. (Alhaitham isn’t at home right now)

Lately you’ve been feeling down, but you didn’t want to tell it to kaveh because you felt like it would only make you a burden, that is until you accidentally let it all out one night.

“Cheers!”

Kaveh said, bringing his drink up to yours. You two haven’t seen each other in awhile, due to personal reasons such as him having multiple projects, but now that it’s over, you two decided to celebrate.

You two had been drinking for the past hour, your cheeks only getting more and more flushed per sip.

“Finally that project was over! That client kept wanting me to change things, it went from him saying it needed ‘minor changes’ to the point that he changed almost everything!”

Kaveh exclaimed, taking more sips from his cup.

“Anyways, how are you?”

He turns to you, noticing your flushed cheeks.

“Drunk already? Hmm… but it’s only been your third drink!”

He laughed, before noticing your sullen expression.

“Hey if you want to go to bed you can… I’ll wash the cups don’t worry”

When you didn’t stand up, kaveh placed a hand to your shoulder.

“Love?”

“Stop…stop calling me that”

He looked at you with a worried expression, gently cupping your cheek.

“What’s wrong?”

You buried your head in your arms, after taking a sip of the wine.

“You…I don’t deserve you… “

Kaveh frowned, setting his hand that was on your cheek to your shoulder.

“And what brought you to that conclusion?”

“Forget it”

You mumbled before taking more sips.

“No no please y/n, what’s wrong? Is it cause of my projects?”

The thing is, it was because of his projects, not because you weren’t spending time with him, but because you can’t help but feel like you’ll never be as talented as he is.

You hated how you made yourself feel bad about it, it’s not like kaveh said anything or anyone did. It was truly your own mind.

Kaveh noticed your silence, he felt guilty even though he didn’t do anything wrong.

“I’m sorry I’ll spend time with you more I swear! I promise y/n”

He said as I tilted your chin to look at him.

“That’s not it”

You mumbled.

“I’m not good like you… I don’t have any passions, I can’t do anything well, I don’t feel good about myself. I feel useless”

Why were you even telling him these? You don’t know. To your surprise, you kept talking.

“How could you possibly love someone as useless as I am? I can’t do anything at all!”

Kaveh set both your drinks aside.

“Please look at me”

He muttered, before hugging you tightly.

“I love you very much, I don’t think you’re useless at all. I think quite the opposite. I think you’re amazing, the way you’re so kind and caring…I love you.”

He rubbed your back comfortingly, looking at you with a frown.

“I think you’re more than enough love…”

He pulled you closer, burrying his face on the top of your head.

“And plus…there’s no rush, it’s okay, it’s everyone’s first time living…”

He cradled you in his arms

“If it makes you feel better, maybe I can help you? I know I’ve liked art since I was a kid, but I’ll do anything in my power to help you.”

He gave you a reassuring smile.

“I think you’re wonderful, I love you so much.”

To his surprise, when he looked down at you, you had already fallen asleep in his arms. Most likely due to you being drunk.

He presses a kiss to your head and carries you to his bedroom.

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The next morning, he’s already prepared with stuff you two could try, and if you tell him that you feel bad for “wasting his time” he will always say no and that he loves you

Thank you for requesting! So sorry if this was mischaracterized or I wrote reader a bit weird 😞 I hope ure okay tho!! Just a reminder that everyone deserves to be loved <3

THIS WASNT PROOFREAD !!

[fearingthefearsome]

𝖄𝖔𝖚𝖗 𝕽𝖊𝖉 𝕷𝖎𝖕𝖘 𝕾𝖙𝖆𝖎𝖓 𝕸𝖎𝖓𝖊, 𝕶𝖆𝖛𝖊𝖍

─•~𝓜𝓪𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓽 ~•─  - The main masterlist with all my collections

𝒢𝑒𝓃𝓈𝒽𝒾𝓃'𝓈 𝒫𝓇𝒾𝓂𝑜𝑔𝑒𝓂𝓈 - Genshin Impact masterlist

PAIRING... Alhaitham x Kaveh

SYPNOSIS... One would say Kaveh is famous. That in itself is something Sumeru and many of his clients cannot deny. Blond hair almost like golden threads pairs beautifully with carmine ruby eyes peering with inspiration. An almost feminine but adrogynus look entices men and women alike. That is why it’s no suprise when Alhaitham goes home to find gifts and packages piled up on their front door. A small twisting hint of jealousy lingering in his mind as he looks at it.

WARNINGS... This fanfic is indulgent and it contains a smut scene near the end. So be warned 𝓭𝓻𝓲𝓯𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓼, I will not warn you thrice.

AUTHOR'S NOTES... Greeting once more 𝓭𝓻𝓲𝓯𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓼, it's been a while since I've gone back to writing due to writer's block. Apologies to all the 𝓭𝓻𝓲𝓯𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓼 who were expecting a new oneshot or a continuation of the scenarios which I would like to say that it will be continued. I had to write a new piece that is severely out of my element. Also I am experimenting once more with the design of my posts so there may be changes to the new posts rather than the old posts. I would also like to give a shout for my best friend who created this very beautiful artwork of Alhaitham littered with kiss marks and out of my fangirling over these two gays, they also made a bonus artwork of Kaveh being the culprit of the kiss marks. Which thank you very much for the fanart! :DD Worry not the photos are attached here in the scenes. As i've said, this story is a bit of a character study on my part and writing in-depth romance (?) I'm really out of my element. But I am happy to say that I have improved a lot since before. A heads up, it's been a while since I've written smut so please bear with me, 𝓭𝓻𝓲𝓯𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓼. Other than that, enjoy the archive's new post!

Kaveh is famous. 

That in itself is something Alhaitham cannot deny. 

Ever since their school days, Alhaitham remembered when his Senior would be surrounded by men and women alike. Clamoring around him to gain the attention of those ruby eyes. Sometimes their little hangouts in the library would be interrupted by brave souls confessing their love to him. Only to be rejected with the softest smile on his pink lips. Other times Kaveh would drag him around to hide by a hidden corner of the library. Hoping to escape any potential suitors that would want to court him. 

Long before being the Light of Kshahrewar, Kaveh gained popularity through his beauty and intellect. That’s how Kaveh was well-known around Sumeru and the Akademiya.

That’s why when Alhaitham arrives home early, he is not surprised to see a pile of boxes at the entrance, all addressed to the Light of Kshahrewar. He can vaguely remember when Kaveh would arrive at their study hangouts with bags filled with courting gifts. Other times Alhaitham was the one who would receive these gifts to pass on to Kaveh but it diminished to just a handful of times when Kaveh had gotten angry for using him as a convenient mailman. His favorite memory with these gifts is when Kaveh would share with him any treats or snacks he got. 

He huffs lightly before scooping up the gifts and lays them on the coffee table of their home. As bothersome as the gifts are, he has the decency to at least bring it inside. He toes off his shoes, expecting to be scolded by his roommate. The gifts end up on the coffee table, piled up to the brim with tags from senders and obnoxious bows and wrappers. He sits down on the sofa and tries to relax from a long day of working in the office. However his mind wanders back to the past where his Kaveh was confessed to left and right. It was always an annoying sight to stumble upon or witness. To see his Senior be showered with unnecessary flowery words and be subjected to an idiot’s confession. Even he, who learned 20 languages, knows better words to say to a man that makes him speechless. And it’s frustrating him how his mind can’t seem to rest unless his roommate is back home. 

Alhaitham picks one box and inspects it, all wrapped neatly and screams rich from the designs. The giant red bow hides a card beneath its obnoxiousness. Squinting, he takes the card and debates on opening it. One one hand, he’d see who the sender is and the objective of their gift. On the other hand, he can feel a growing irritation within him that he hopes he can soothe by reading this card.  He goes over it again in his head, weighs the pros and cons but something tells him he should read it. Although he knows that tampering with the gift would result in an argument with Kaveh, he would satisfy his curiosity. 

Opening it, Alhaitham is greeted with the most unintelligible writing known to mankind. It was written in script, all the loops were exaggerated to the point of being unreadable. He has studied to read even the handwriting of doctor’s through prescriptions and journals in the House of Daena. Yet this sender thinks they can entice Kaveh with their horrid handwriting. It takes a few minutes or two to decipher what they wrote. 

‘Dearest Light of Kshahrewar, 

I am sending this letter in hopes of having your hand in marriage-‘

Feeling a boiling anger in his blood, he crumples the card with a clenched grip. Who does this fucker think they are? A marriage proposal? It wasn’t uncommon for the Light of Kshahrewar to be seen as an eligible bachelor. However the audacity of this bitch who can’t even write to the point of it being read is abysmal. He throws the card onto the table and drops the gift with a growl of irritation escaping his lips. He ruminates over what the letter said, hand covering his mouth to try and dissuade his teeth from crumbling beneath how tense his jaw is from raw anger. 

It’s not his business. He snatches a book from a messy pile on the coffee table. It’s not his business as it is not him who was proposed to. He tries reading quietly as he returns to a mental bookmark on his book. Evidently making sure to steer clear of any annoying emotion he might feel. Yet…

The gifts on the table are giving him a smug look and the annoyance in him is slowly festering without the company of his roommate. He sighs exasperated as he has wasted 5 minutes trying to calm himself down. The book in his hand is interesting but his attention keeps straying back to the gifts sitting innocently on the table. 

Sighing for the nth time, Alhaitham waits impatiently for Kaveh to return home. Huffing here and there when time seemed to slow down much to his chagrin. 

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Alhaitham perks up in attention when he hears the fiddling of keys at the front door. 

Kaveh finally arrives home in a jumble of noise. Something he can’t seem to complain about. It’s familiar to hear his keys jingle with haste and the door swings open aggressively from a long-day stress piled on his shoulders. Kaveh himself follows through with an exhausted moan and the little beeps of Mehrak right behind him. Alhaitham can hear him struggle by the doorway as he removes his shoes and places his keys in the dish bowl. Cursing suddenly resounds through the entrance as multiple heavy thuds follow. His shoes must have been in the way, as he barely glances at Kaveh entering the living room with a very displeased expression. Though he was surprised to see Kaveh carrying a giant box alongside his blueprints. 

“Alhaitham! I told you before to put your shoes ASIDE!” Kaveh starts in a flurry of ire. He smacks the giant box down on the coffee table as he points at Alhaitham with an accusatory finger. “I swear you leave them out on purpose just to see me trip! I swear to Kusanali that you do this out of amusement-“ Alhaitham observes Kaveh, who continues to rant at him. He takes the time to witness Kaveh drop his blueprints onto the couch. He lends a habitual hand to help him take off his hair accessories. His hands cradle the red hairclips of his roommate while Kaveh runs his hands through his hair. And when the time is right, Alhaitham can see the pretty unblemished nape of his roommate. Tempting to touch and a sight that only he can be blessed with. 

“It’s blasphemous to use our god’s name in vain, Senior.” He retorts. 

“And you’re a prick for making the entrance a hazard!” Kaveh snaps back immediately. Alhaitham has to hide a growing grin behind his hand as he hums in acknowledgement to what he was saying. 

“Ugh!” Kaveh plops down onto the sofa, directly beside Alhaitham. And the smile grew beneath his hand as Kaveh scoots even closer to him. His knees knocked against Alhaitham’s and his warmth immediately warmed up Alhaitham’s right side. Kaveh crosses his arms and grumbles under his breath. Kaveh whips his head to the side, avoiding his eyes despite sitting so near him. 

“Did anything interesting happen today, Senior?” He asks but all he gets is a side glare accompanied by a very cute angry pout. Now this won’t do. Alhaitham has entertainment when he plays his cards right. And most of the time, he has an opportunity to satiate his twisted desires he keeps hidden. Seeing Kaveh being cute and angry is an opportunity to tease him. To burn his curiosity of how many expressions can he show him with a few words. Moving just a bit closer to drape his body on Kaveh. Relishing how warm the sun is on his skin, with just a few layers of cloth preventing him from being burnt. Alhaitham asks again, this time leaning closer to his space. His breath hot and loud as it leans close to Kaveh’s ear, he asks sincerely. “Won’t you tell me what happened to your day, Kaveh?” 

“Hmph!” He takes sick pleasure in the blush that dusts his ears and cheeks. The way it is evident that his tactics are working to break down the walls Kaveh had put up. But right now, he wants his attention on him. The anger from the card was still simmering in his blood and he wanted Kaveh to soothe it. To make him forget the anger that’s wants to blow up and track down the poor excuse of a potential candidate. So he smiles and breathily whispers into Kaveh’s left ear. “Apologies for leaving my shoes around, Senior.” He adds an extra effect to persuade him by nipping his ear once. Alhaitham can feel a wicked satisfaction when Kaveh shivers and breathes in shakily from the action. “I’ll be good next time by putting away my shoes properly.” When Kaveh bites his lower lip, he can tell he relented quite easily to his apology and is more than willing to talk now. 

With that, Alhaitham closes the book he hasn’t read since he picked it up to signal that he’s giving Kaveh all his undivided attention. “Now I want to know how your day has been, Senior.” 

He can’t help but feel pleased when Kaveh pouts cutely at him. 

“I’ll be holding your word to see you actually do it, Alhaitham!” He says before lighting up to tell him about his day. “Besides, my day’s been through the gutter. But something interesting happened when I was going home. You won’t believe it Alhaitham! I was passing by Puspa Cafe when one of my past clients came up to me with their acquaintance. Ms…” Kaveh stops his monologue to remember their names. Alhaitham has to stop his words from teasing him when his face scrunches up in concentration. Kaveh is keen on remembering their names when he taps his finger on his lips. Maybe Alhaithamm should change his race into a glove that gets to be kissed by Kaveh’s lips. When he snaps his fingers when he remembers their name, his ruby eyes meet his own with stars glittering around it. “Ms. Abélia, she commissioned me for a greenhouse in her parent’s land. I met her and her companion Ms. Iris at the front of Puspa Cafe- oh!” Kaveh is excited. Alhaitham can tell just how happy Kaveh is when he fumbles with opening the giant box from his client. 

“Ms. Iris is apparently their family friend and she’s a makeup artist from Fontaine. They gave me a gift from their new line of makeup products for making their greenhouse.” Kaveh says as he brings out the makeup products one by one. 

Alhaitham, with no knowledge of extensive makeup beside the usual kohl and a few lessons from Kaveh, was taken aback by the quantity. On the coffee table, Kaveh had moved aside the book pile and the gifts to make room for at least 4 cases of eyeshadow, eyeliners and other products Alhaitham doesn’t recognize. “That’s quite excessive for a simple greenhouse.” Alhaitham says as Kaveh grabs the last two products that catches Alhaitham’s eyes. 

They are two small cases with a glass window softly held in Kaveh’s hands. From where he looms over Kaveh, the products seen through the glass window are two shades of red. One case has a lighter red almost a bit pink shade while the other product has a peach almost skin-like color with a pink hue in it. 

Kaveh huffs at his comment, “While I agree that it is excessive for a gift, the greenhouse was not simple at all! It was one of the most stressful commissions and it was within 7 weeks, Alhaitham. Seven!” Kaveh pouts in annoyance while Alhaitham remembers how much Kaveh suffered through that commission. Not only was the time and the client’s preference of design difficult, the materials had a delay and the glass panes were switched out with a cheaper quality. Alhaitham remembered Kaveh being angry. Angrier than he had ever seen Kaveh be. It devolved to Kaveh reporting to Cyno about the situation which turned out that the company from Fontaine had been embezzling their funds. Alhaitham took the liberty to quickly report on time about the situation to the Iudex of Fontaine. 

The amount of stress Kaveh had been through that time was enough for him to collapse at least thrice within the day. Trips to the Bimarstan were frequent for a week with Cyno carrying him to emergency care and Tighnari was stationed to watch over Kaveh during the last few days of construction. Nothing about the process of building and designing the greenhouse was simple but in essence it is a simple greenhouse in Alhaitham’s eyes. Where was Alhaitham? He took on the task of making sure Kaveh slept at night. Forcing him to eat and bathe while coercing him to lay on his bed, right beside him. 

Alhaitham snaps out of his thoughts to tune into Kaveh’s recount of the commission.  “-ly, Ms. Abélia was a bit… difficult to coordinate with but she’s much better than the other clients who always sacrifice safety and design for cheap materials.” Kaveh settles on that before he takes notice of the products still clenched in his hands. Kaveh sighs in annoyance, “Anyways. Here.” Kaveh offers one of the products to Alhaitham who in turn opens his hand and lets Kaveh place the product on his palm. Alhaitham relishes the small graze of Kaveh’s finger on his hand. 

“And what is this Senior?” Alhaitham examines the small case, the one Kaveh had given him was with pink peach shade. He observes how Kaveh opens his case with deft fingers. “It’s lip balm, dear Junior. They said it moisturizes the lips and it’s extremely helpful in the desert since it can remove the dryness whenever we have an expedition there.” Kaveh says as he brings out his pinky finger and takes a few swipes on the lip balm. He carefully smears it on his lips and smacks them with subtle pops. 

Alhaitham barely pays attention to what Kaveh was doing but he hums in approval at how helpful the product will be in the future. Maybe he can ask Kaveh to give him one. But… “Why does it have color? Are there ones without any shades?” Alhaitham questions as he looks up to Kaveh only to freeze at the sight. Specifically the sight of Kaveh’s lips that has taken a reddish-pink hue. The pale lips he sometimes reads are now covered in a beautiful shade of red that has a glossy texture. It looks soft and delicate like a flower petal. He can tell Kaveh is talking from the way those lips open and close around words but Alhaitham is stuck watching those kissable lips convey words that cannot reach his ears. And when Kaveh stops, he sees those lips stretch into a cheshire grin that taunts him. Alhaitham looks at those lips one last time before he focuses back on Kaveh. The beautiful man in all his blonde and ruby glory is smiling teasingly at him. The same man who is taunting him with those luscious and soft lips. 

“Alhaitham?” Kaveh blinks in confusion, tilting his head to look questioningly at him. Alhaitham just nods, not knowing what Kavevh said or what he was thinking anymore. He focuses back on those glossy pink lips and looks away. “Nothing.” He replies before picking up another makeup product on the table to inspect it. 

Archons. he really wants to kiss this man.

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The next few days were unbearable for Alhaitham. Some days when he woke up, he would be greeted by that same beautiful man preparing breakfast for the both of them. While other days he would have the honor of waking up the ethereal beauty sleeping peacefully surrounded by an array of colors. But what happened was that the gifts were coming in a steady stream. And Kaveh? He decided to try out anything he can use on his body. And Alhaitham? Well he was at the mercy of this oblivious blond.

It took a whole new level of restraint to stop himself from pouncing on the man. Whenever they bickered, Alhaitham’s eyes would flicker down to those pretty glossy lips that said each word like a god’s prophecy. Kaveh was still using the same lip balm that was given to him a few days ago. Whenever they see each other off, Alhaitham has to anchor his hands to stop himself from chasing after those beautiful golden locks. The scent of a new shampoo Kaveh was testing out was a mix of flowers. It wasn’t potent but it also wasn’t subtle, it was enough to catch Alhaitham off guard though. It paired perfectly with the new rose perfume Kaveh was given by a client from Inazuma. It fits him so well that Alhaitham suggested buying more of it for Kaveh. When Alhaitham comes home to see Kaveh creating designs after designs, he can’t stop himself from appreciating how obliviously smart and foolishly dedicated this man is. During breaks before dinner or lunch, he sees Kaveh spreading lotion on his hands and arms. He rubs his fingers to test the texture before massaging it sensually into his skin. It took Alhaitham a few minutes to uncross his legs to avoid being seen by Kaveh how indecent he’s been just by watching him. The final straw was when Kaveh would take care of his fingers on the coffee table. The way he attentively cuts and files his nails. Then he brought out a gift in the form of nail polish. And Alhaitham didn’t know just how beautiful Kaveh’s hands are until he presents his nails with a muted red polish coloring his nails. Alhaitham had to punish himself with a very very cold shower when he imagined those hands holding… something.

Alhaitham has to hand it to himself for resisting a wonderful temptation Kaveh is to him. Yet tonight, the chains he put on himself are crumbling by how annoyingly gorgeous this man is in his drunken stupor. 

It was their monthly night out with Tighnari and Cyno. This time, they have Cyno’s pseudo-brother, Sethos joining them for the first time. Alhaitham tries to drown out the noise of the tavern with his headphones yet Kaveh’s voice cuts through it and ends up being his comfort tonight. As he reads his book and converse with his companions, he sneaks a few glances at the blond talking animatedly in a flurry of hand gestures. He drinks alongside Kaveh but not at the same pace as him. He refills Kaveh’s glass who in turn drinks with stars blinking from his eyes. He observes how Kaveh switches his expression every millisecond Alhaitham takes his eyes off him. He observes how Kaveh would lightly place the glass on his lower lip. Still talking to their companions before drinking it with grace. When he places down his wine glass, he is intently focused on the tongue that licks away the remaining wine that threatens to drip down those pretty lips. He can’t help but let Kaveh indulge just a little bit more just to watch Kaveh lick away the wine from his lips. He wonders how those pretty and delicate lips would wrap around his fingers or how that tongue would lick his thumb when he teases him. He just lets Kaveh be, especially when he gets to watch his roommate’s lips be stained in a blooming subtle red. He’s using a new product of lipstick that got smudged and left a red stroke beyond his lips. He has half a tipsy mind to reach over and wipe the imperfection but the other tipsy half wants to smear it more and leave Kaveh’s lips messier than the wine glass with his kiss mark. 

By the time Lambad gives a warning of closing time, Alhaitham moves to grasp Kaveh’s hand. The alcohol in him is starting to affect him when he caresses the hand littered with the smallest cuts and slightly calloused by his career. He doesn’t remember when he leans in close to Kaveh but he commits to memory the blush on Kaveh’s cheeks that spread farther down his neck. His breath hitches when Kaveh shivers from his breath and decides to whisper softly into Kaveh’s ear like it was a forbidden secret no one but them should know. “Let’s go home, Kaveh.”  

He hears a stifled gasp and a sharp inhale of a breath from their companions. Alhaitham doesn’t know if it was the tipsy mind in him from an indulged wine-drinking session or the tipsy mind from getting to hold an irresistible temptation in his arms. What he knows is that Kaveh lets out an airy breath, it sounds needy and - Kaveh’s hands had gripped his sleeve and hid his face into his neck. So close that Alhaitham can smell the remnants of that same new shampoo Kaveh has been using. He grips Kaveh firmly as he stands to pick up the blond into his arms. He bites his tongue in frustration when he hears Kaveh whine needily near his ear. 

 He turns to address the three,“See you two around, and it was nice talking with you Sethos.” In a subtle rush, Alhaitham’s blurry vision only clears up when he arrives right in front of their home. His hand balances the weightless man in his left while unlocking the door with his right. He toes the door open and closes it with the audible click of the lock. The clatter of the keys hitting the ceramic bowl is drowned out by Kaveh’s little mumbles right beside his covered ear. Grunting with little effort, Alhaitham sheds both their shoes off their feet and enters their home with haste. 

Alhaitham deposits Kaveh on his bed and moves around his bedroom with habitual ease. He snags clean clothes and towels, hoping to clean up before going to bed. He takes off his headphones, gloves and other extra fabrics and sets them on his study table. He turns on the lights in the bathroom and runs a bath slowly filling up with warm water. As soon as he steps out of the bathroom, he sees the person of his desires nodding off on his bed. Alhaitham pauses by the doorway, he watches how Kaveh breaths with a hitch and hiccup here and there. He spots his face still has lipstick smudged beyond the shape of his lips. He approaches the man slowly before bending down to meet him face-to-face. 

He admires how the moonlight shines on him. It creates an ethereal aura around his delicate features and enhances the other-wordly beauty Kaveh has. He always knew the man was beautiful- No. He is so beautiful that he could be considered an angel or a god. His blonde hair could be mistaken for gold if not for the small flecks of brown at the tips. Those ruby eyes are shining gems that never seem to dull no matter what the world tries to do to dim its light. The cute button nose would scrunch up when his emotions would run high. And those lips- those lips. They are like delicate flower petals, soft to the touch and fragile like glass. When Kaveh had started to frequently use lipsticks and lip balms, Alhaitham couldn't seem to keep his eyes away from those lips. Covered in a light sheen of gloss always colored with hues of pink or red. Like a wildflower blooming with different colors, he is interested in having those lips touch his own.

One day. 

But for now, he reaches out with his hand and gently traces the dark circles beneath his eyes. He caresses shapes and lines around his eyebrow down to his cheek. He carefully wipes the smudged lipstick away and is content with how he looks more beautiful. He rests his hand on his cheek and pinches it lightly. 

“Kaveh.” 

He says the name like a prayer. It is laced with honeyed fondness and love. He pinches those soft cheeks teasingly before trying again to wake up the blonde on his bed. “Kaveh.” A little murmur is followed by a groan of annoyance. 

Ah, there it is. Alhaitham feels like the floor disappeared beneath his feet. Those ruby eyes squinted open and stared at him with all its attention, just on him. He feels his own lips twitch at the corner when he pinches just a tad too hard and the whine of pain echoes in the room. It is quite fun to tease him like, all sleepy and unaware of what he does to Alhaitham. Besides, the pinched pained expression on Kaveh’s face is quite a cute sight to see. 

“Kaveh, c’mon. Let’s go take a bath.” 

Kaveh does a sloppy job of trying to slap his hand away. All the while he groans out, “Noo…” Kaveh tries to fight the pinching Alhaitham by wiggling away from him. Alhaitham in turn chases after him, keeping up with pinching his cheeks until he huffs angrily at him. Eyes wide open and pouting at him. “Haiyiii- Wanna sleeep…”  He groans with a hushed tone, “Let me sleeeep.” He shakes his head as he struggles to keep an irritated expression on his face. Alhaitham just chuckles with amusement as he tries to urge Kaveh to the bathroom. “Bathe first, we’re dirty.” Kaveh merely groans and tries to resist Alhaitham’s attempts to bring him to the bathroom. 

It takes a few tries of push and pull, a winning fight for Kaveh. Alhaitham sighs and gives up on trying to force Kaveh into the bathroom. He goes back to turn off the running water and calls out to Kaveh, “At least change your clothes, Kaveh.” He hears him groaning before a faint, ‘okay…’ resounded followed by a heavy thud on the floor. 

Alhaitham comes back to see Kaveh flopped on the floor like a corpse from a crime scene. Sighing again for the nth time of the night, he helps Kaveh up from the floor. He plops him back on the bed and leaves to grab a shirt and underwear from the clean pile of clothes he had gotten in the beginning. He wrangles Kaveh awake to assist him in changing his clothes. And it was a struggle for Alhaitham to keep his hands to himself. 

Kaveh wakes up once more mumbling in irritation but complies to Alhaitham’s wishes. He starts by taking off  Alhaitham clenches his fists to stop it from roaming around Kaveh’s body. When he takes off Kaveh’s shirt, he lets his greedy fingers brush against his skin when he forces Kaveh into one of his shirts. When he sheds Kaveh’s pants, he uses the tip of his fingernail to lightly scratch a long line on Kaveh’s leg. Watching with great interest when Kaveh shivers from his touch. He has to be quick in changing his underwear unless his hands start to wander off to do indecent things. It is a losing battle for Alhaitham when he looks up to see Kaveh pouting cutely at him. Kaveh’s hands curl around either side of his head but it retreats as soon as he leans into it. 

He picks up Kaveh’s dirty clothes and eyes Kaveh clambering up his bed. He has to stomp on his desires from jumping this man as Kaveh grabs his pillow and passes out once more. He observes how Kaveh is curled around his pillow, in his clothes, on his bed and snoring quietly into the night. He scrutinizes how Kaveh’s lips are slightly open. Puffs of his breath escaping from those red lips. He stays there just watching, restraint heavy on his limbs. He should go and take a bath now before the water gets cold but the sight before him was something he is trying to burn into his memories. It doesn’t help that he spotted Kaveh’s lipstick sticking to his pillow in the shape of a faint kiss mark. Huffing in sexual frustration, he can’t help the little bout of jealousy that tore a hole through his mind. If Alhaitham ditches taking a bath and changing to his nightly clothes, he might be able to take the place of the pillow and feel Kaveh’s lips sticking to him. But if he doesn’t bathe right now, not only would it be a waste of water but the sticky residue of dried wine on his arm will disrupt him from having a good night’s sleep. Scowling, he turns around to clean up before going to bed. Why must these things keep him away from having Kaveh. One small thought that is slowly growing to consume his consciousness echoes in his mind:

It should’ve been him, marked by those tempting lips of his. 

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Kaveh always remembers everything when he’s drunk. 

Believe him or not he remembers all of it. How he would pull Cyno into a crushing hug. Despite how many times Cyno asks him to unhand him to play TCG. Pouting at Tighnari and whispering his sadness while his head rests on his lap. It is always accompanied by a furry tail tickling his face when he cries. But most of all, he remembers nights when he passionately complains about his handsome roommate who argues with him. Recalls clinging to said roommate who indulges him with bridal carries and wine. Or how he would wake up first, sleeping on Alhaitham’s bed, space invaded by a body hugging him. The scent of oakwood and ink snapping him out of his fantasy to him panicking to wake up and get out of bed. 

That’s why this morning, he had a frenzied wake-up call beside Alhaitham. He had rushed through the worst hangover pounding in his head. Not only was he late, he had to return home to get the materials he forgot for another client’s meeting. He didn’t get to eat lunch as he had to run out and catch the third client.. By the time Kaveh arrives home with a bag full of rejected blueprints and a low energy Mehrak in his hand, it was already past sunset. He enters the house discouraged and exhausted with a migraine forming pounding right behind his eyes. He’s glad that the door to the house was unlocked even though he didn’t bring his keys once more. 

Kaveh sits on the floor and sighs, resting his head onto the cool wooden walls of their home. He takes his time hooking his fingers in his shoes and slipping it off. Wincing when pain flares up in his wrist and his eyes as he drags his arms to sag on either side of his body. He takes his time to recollect himself surrounded in his misery and pain. He thinks back to how his day went and it just causes a sting in his heart to appear. He didn’t get to eat today, just a small cup of coffee and a snack. Snack… Oh yeah, it’s his turn to cook dinner. He wonders what Alhaitham would want to eat for dinner. That got him to slowly stand up. This time, he takes measured steps through his hazy sight to make his way deeper into the heart of their home. 

“Alhaitham. I’m home, what do you-.” Kaveh calls out to his roommate. He cuts himself off when he spots Alhaitham cooking dinner. “Oh, you’re cooking…” Kaveh’s mind can’t seem to keep up as he carefully sets down his belongings on the sofa. It is his turn to cook, he should be cooking but he feels so happy to not be the one cooking right now. He hears a muffled hum but it gets drowned out by the migraine that just grew heavier in his head. He sags down on the sofa with a grunt of pain, reaching over to bury his face into a pillow. His eyes feel like they’re about to fall out. His head feels like they’re about to split in two and create a new Mehrak like Zeus. His wrists are aching and his hands feel like lead with how tense they are. Ugh. Why did today have to be the worst… How long must he suffer… 

“Kaveh?” 

His eyes snap open and he shoots up in alert, two heavy hands weigh down his shoulders and his fright shoots up through the roof. “Kaveh, it’s just me.” Oh. He threads through his ball of anxiety, imagines unraveling the strings to calm himself down. Fuck, he fell asleep. His eyes snap to attention to find Alhaitham’s face hovering close to his. “I would let you sleep more, but dinner’s ready” Dinner? We eat together at 6pm but the sun is just setting. Did he doze off for too long? He can feel Alhaitham’s hands gently help him sit up. Kaveh is still feeling a bit confused and disoriented from a very abrupt wake up call. What was he thinking about again? He feels the rough hands of a writer tug him to stand, leading him to the dining table where he sits obediently. Kaveh tries to trace back his steps before he took a nap on the sofa. Still disoriented from dozing off, he doesn’t hear the plates of food being placed on the table right before him. 

What was it? What was he thinking about… “Kaveh.” Ah fuck’s sake. The day’s been so stressful that Kaveh can’t keep up anymore. His hands come to rest on his face with a wounded groan rumbling through his throat. The palms of his hands press onto his forehead when the migraine comes back full force. The smell of the food wafts through the air with the intense aromas of herbs. It makes him nauseous at the same time hungry from half a day of not eating. And the sound of utensils and plates clattering from where Alhaitham continues to serve food. Groaning, he squeezes his eyes in concentration and stave the migraine from growing any biggger. ”Thank you for cooking.” Is all he can say through the pain and whatever Alhaitham says gets drowned out once more to his misery. 

It takes him a few minutes to keep himself steady. To actually have coherent thoughts in his head but it’s a struggle for him to keep one single thought running. The smell, the sound, the fucking piece of shit of a migraine in his head kept hitting the worse parts of his brain. Fuck, why is it so painful? It takes him a couple of seconds to realize that the noise he kept hearing suddenly turned off. Like a switch flicking to turn off a light. His eyes snap open as he feels another pair of hands trail from his ears to his hands. He looks up to see Alhaitham there, his headphones nowhere to be found on his ears or his neck. What? Where-. That gets Kaveh’s attention to break one of his hands from Alhaitham’s warm hold. His hand meets the familiar shape of headphones that are on his ears. He knows the shape, the way it feels in his hands because he was the one who created them. Kaveh is the one who provides Alhaitham with new noise-canceling headphones, each one either a replacement or an upgrade from the last. Most of it though is the latter. 

He looks up at him in shock. Why- Why is he giving this to him? Why did he put it on him? Alhatiham breaks away to sign with his hands. ‘Use it for now. Focus on eating first.’ Is what he says before he sits down right in front of him. And Kaveh? He feels so much relief. The headphones had a domino effect for his current predicament. When the noise settles to a silent hush, the scent of the food starts smelling delicious. His migraine is slowly dissipating, enough for him to focus on eating. Per the request of Alhaitham, of course. Though, there was nothing he could do to stop his eyes from feeling like they’re bleeding. He looks down on his plate filled with food. It looks delicious. Kaveh was normally the one to cook their meals daily. So it is a rare occasion for Alhtiahm to cook for them. Even more so for him to serve him food on his plate. But he has no energy to complain right now, he just feels grateful for doing this. 

Alhaitham and Kaveh eat in silence. The same kind of silence that would be cut through by stories and bickering they would share. But today is just a moment of rest. Days like this would make Kaveh uneasy but when he looks at Alhaitham, he feels calm. Like there is no rush to do things or catch up with the world. To Kaveh, it feels like he is living in Alhaitham’s world. The silence may be loud for Kaveh but it’s not overwhelmingly loud when Alhaitham is there. When Kaveh takes his time eating, he feels his chest a bit lighter than before. 

Kaveh tries to help in cleaning up but was barred from Alhaitham to even stand up. His hands sign quickly to threaten him with breaking his models and ruining his blueprints if he stood up. So Kaveh sits there, eyes closed as he listens to the muffled sounds of life in the kitchen. His thoughts wander off as he thinks about what he should do to fix Mehrak. Her battery is a substitute after a run-in with some hilichurls. He has to ask Madam Faruzan for that, probably tomorrow. His blueprints need to be redone with the new designs. Though he’s thinking of dropping one of his new clients he met today. He knows that he shouldn’t drop them immediately but… Who the fuck does this motherfucker think he is. Trying to trick him into building a slave trading hub in Caravan Ribat, Kaveh had half the mind to sic Mehrak on him when he proposed it to him in their meeting. He’ll just visit Cyno to report the proposal to him. He'd rather not spend the night in jail for an attempted murder. Oh yeah he has- 

“Kaveh,” This time it was clearer. He can hear the worried tone in his baritone voice when he says it. His hand flies up to touch his ear and he’s surprised to feel skin instead. ”Is your migraine better now?” Alhaihtam asks him. He looks up at him and he’s mesmerized. This junior of his is quite a troublesome kid, that cute face of his has small signs of worry plastered on his face. The little furrow of his brows, the twitch of his lips, and his eyes had hardened over with worry. Kaveh smiles and nods. Alhaitham is really cute, especially when he tries to hide how worried he is.

Alhaitham takes his silent nod as a sufficient answer for now. His junior is very obedient. He knows he lied but still decided to let it slide. Kaveh has to focus on Alhaitham’s lips when they start to move. his mind can’t process the words he said at first. “…On your bed-” Bed? He finally got to focus on the tail end of his sentence but bed? What did he do with the bed? “I’ll be in my study if you need anything and,” Oh he’ll be in the study, he must be finishing up his personal research. That’s when Kaveh’s eyes switch over to the package in Alhaitham’s hand. Oh, he didn’t see that a while ago. When did Alhaitham get that? He must’ve been holding since he came back from the kitchen. “You have a delivery.” 

Those were his parting words before he and Alhaitham had gone back to their respective rooms. One retreats to his study while Kaveh returns to his room. His hand is holding onto the package he was given. He spots his blueprints and Mehrak on his working table. His migraine is just a dull throbbing now, but nothing like a bath and a good rest tonight can’t be fixed. However he has blueprints to work on today and there's still a problem with Mehrak. It takes Kaveh a few minutes to start moving again. The longer he stays stagnant, the more work piles up on his shoulders. 

He settles down on the chair of his vanity. It was a routine to check on himself before taking a bath and working more on blueprints. He sets the gift down on the vanity table and looks at himself. He grabs cottons and a makeup remover. Wiping away the slightly disheveled makeup on his face. Along with it was the stress of the day and the heavy exhaustion that clung to it. Maybe he should take a break today… Work can wait… right? He should probably ask Alhaitham to read to him again, he always loves how Alhaitham’s voice sounds. It is smooth and low every day but when he reads to him, it would turn gravelly and gruff. How his silvery tone would say the words with ease, the same way when he speaks another language besides Sumerian. It would be a good time to sleep with Alhaitham tonight.  

With an almost clean and bare face, he turns his attention back to the gift sitting innocently on his vanity. Who would send a gift this time? He carefully opens the box and lifts the lid to see what’s inside. Kaveh scans the contents of the gift. There are two tubes of lipstick. He picks up one of the tubes and is mesmerized by the way it was packaged. The inside of the tube was reflecting a deep red gloss within that can be seen through. Kaveh smiles as he lifts the tube to the setting sun. Loving the way the red shines through and ignites a light of inspiration within him. Maybe he should make a stained glass design with this red. It looks nice in the lamp light, he should see what it looks like in the sunlight tomorrow. Glancing back at the box he sees a letter. 

Putting down the tube, he picks up the letter and reads it. 

‘Dear Architect of Sumeru,

Thank you for accepting my commission to design a house for my daughter. Although it was unfortunate that you could not stay longer to witness the wedding of my family, I heard through the grapevine that you are well-known to be the fashion icon of Sumeru. With that in mind, I am gifting you a product I have been experimenting with for a few weeks. 

I call them, ‘Lip Tints.’ The idea of this product is that once it dries on your lips, it will stain your lips without smudging like normal lipsticks. These two are my trial products and even though it is supposed to be a gift I would like to ask a favor. Please write back to me a letter of any feedback from using them. 

Other than that, thank you once more, Architect of Sumeru for the design. I wish great tides of luck to your life. 

Sincerely, Mrs. Myriam Castex

23rd Countess of the Noble Family of Castex

Kaveh feels the smooth texture of the paper, smelling a hint of Romaritime perfume on the letter. He soaks in the faint scent of the perfume by resting the paper on the top of his upper lip. Blushing just a bit at the letter, “Fashion icon? of Sumeru?” When he mutters it, the more disbelief he has laced in his tone. He shakes his head, thinking that Mrs. Castex was jesting at the idea. It was a stretch to say he was an icon, but he could not deny that there are times where he has made a change in Sumeru’s fashion throughout his life. 

Kaveh sighs, setting the letter down, he turns his attention back to the lip tint tubes. He tests how it works, surprised to open it and almost spill the lip tint onto his vanity. A quick heart-stopping moment, Kaveh tries on the lip tint. 

He smears the gloss onto his lower lip first and shivers when an intense cooling effect settles on his lips. That’s one feedback to give back, it was too cold on his lips. He tries it on his upper lips and is taken aback from smelling a whiff of strawberry. He waits for it to be damp, almost dry to try and dab it on but he stares at himself in the mirror and realizes- it’s too red. 

“Oh shit-” Kaveh scrambles to get tissue to try and remove as much of the product from his lips. Careful not to get the tint on his skin. He closes the lip tint to gather more tissue and is horrified to see his fingertips as red as his lips. Rubbing his finger together, he can’t help but be impressed when it didn’t smudge. It stains his fingers in very distinct red around it. Looking up to the mirror, he smacks his lips to feel it dry from wiping and sees that it is the same red. “It’s a success, that's for sure.” He says, leaning close to the mirror to get a good look of how the lip tint worked. Not only achieved such a glossy finish but the cooling effect he felt had made the lips look plumper. It wasn’t obnoxious but it was a subtle difference that he felt from smacking his lips. 

He smacks his lips again, licking it to test if it’ll smudge. He can taste the strawberries now. He looks at it a few more times, moving his head left and right. It gives such good results, especially for a trial product. He licks his lips again and is greeted with the strawberry flavor. Though it is a bit faint now that he’s licked the remaining product on his lips. He licks his lips again and hums in satisfaction. 

“I wonder if Alhaitham would like the strawberry flavor.” 

It takes a while for Kaveh to even register what he said beneath his breath. He blushes with a light shade of red dusting his cheeks. He shakes his head and covers his face with his hands. He stammers as he realizes the weight of his words. He just admitted he wanted Alhaitham to kiss him! He kicks his feet, flustered with embarrassment and shame. In his mind he can see images of them kissing. Alhaitham hooking his fingers on his chin and pulling him to a chaste kiss. Or Alhaitham licking his lips and commenting on the strawberry flavor before devouring him with earnest desire. Even better- NO! 

Shaking his head more to try and get rid of his thoughts that continue to pester him. Unwilling to be a victim to himself, he abruptly stands up from his vanity and attempts to flee from his thoughts that follows him to the bathroom. When he’s sitting in the bathtub soaking in the warmth of the water, his thoughts continue to torment him with his deepest desire. He looks into his reflection when those images evolved into full blown scenes and ignited a fire of forlorn hope in his heart. It’s a bad idea to ask Alhaitham now to sleep in his bed. Not when he doesn’t think he can help himself from avoiding making eye contact with him. He blushes once more and dunks his face in the water out of sheer embarrassment when he thinks about sleeping beside Alhaitham. Whining into the water when the idea just doesn’t go away immediately. The image he has of Alhaitham sleeping right beside him, his lips look chapped and lonely without his lips meeting him. 

I’d love for him to kiss me too. 

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It was one of those nights. 

Nights where Kaveh’s pain would flare up in agonizing pain. Old scars reopen and bleed out for the world to smear his blood in dirt. The voices in his head would start shouting, overlapping over one another to remind him how much of a fool he is. Tonight like every other night like this, he spends it in the Tavern. Lambad is somewhere nearby to limit his drinking and remind him to go home. Making sure to keep the perverts and the creeps away from him while serving him. Even though he had finally asked Tighnari for help about his drinking addiction, the limited drinks he has is not enough to keep the thoughts at bay. 

So when he hits the final drink of the night, he takes it as a sign to finally go home. He thanks Lamad over his shoulder and stumbles through the cold night of Sumeru city’s streets. He leans on the front door in his semi-drunken moment as he enters his home. The silence is loud and creeping up on his feet as he rushes to make it to his room in one piece. 

His room is still cluttered. He hasn’t gotten to deep cleaning his things as his drafts and inspiration take the space on the floor and on the walls. He staggers around his drafts on the floor before he reaches his bed. It was also covered with shit that he can’t be bothered to clean up at the moment. So when Kaveh collapses on his bed, all his things go up in the air. He listens as blueprints, models, pencils and paper let gravity pull them down. He can hear it clatter to the floor and wonder how much- just how much it would be a pain for him to restart if those models ended up broken. He whines at the thoughts and crawls over to the edge of the bed to take a peek at the state of the models. However his eye catches a sharp glint through the dim room. 

Ah, right. The lip tint is still unopened. Kaveh had lost one of the tubes to the cluttered mess in his room but the one he held onto was sitting on his blanket. He never got to find any use for the lip tint. It is too extravagant for a simple outing despite it yielding great results. But there were no grand meetings or parties to attend to use the lip tint. 

Sighing, he wonders what Alhaitham would have done. What would he say when he finds Kaveh bumble around the house, in all his despair. Would he berate him? Would he find amusement in his sorrow? Even though he knows he’s not that cruel, he can’t help but think that Alhaitham sees him as a burden. Hah…. 

Kaveh grabs the lip tint above him. Holding up to watch how the liquid contents inside glimmers faintly. It reminds him of how beautiful Alhaitham’s eyes are. How when the sunlight hits at the right angle, he can see the glint of teal and orange when he stares at him. It reminds him of the divide between the forest and the desert. Where the sand mixes gently with the greenery and the peaceful coexistence they have of each other. It does fit Alhaitham quite perfectly. If Kaveh is like the forest always blooming with vegetation and color, Alhaitham is the desert. He is calm like the desert weather with the driest humor known to man. He has harsh words like the wind that nips at your cheeks and he had seen Alhaitham angry once. It could be compared to the most volatile sandstorm Sumeru experienced during King Deshret’s reign. It didn’t build up, it didn’t warn travelers of its presence until it burst through the air with a vicious intensity. 

Kaveh’s eyes soften, what is he doing… What can he do? The divide between him and Alhaitham has been their relationship the entire time. Just like the sand that never mixes in with the grass because when it does, Kaveh doesn’t know what lines he’ll be crossing if they did. If they had crossed the boundary between it, what would happen? Would the flowers continue to grow in sand? Will the desert spring forth a long-lasting oasis? How about the dunes, will they crumble and drown the hills and mounds? Will the grass continue to spread until it covers the sands like a blanket, forever forgotten in time? 

But what would actually happen? This brings Kaveh’s thoughts to a halt. What would actually happen? He never crossed those lines, always afraid to ruin their relationship twice. He always tiptoes around the divide and watches Alhaitham from the forest. The sandy winds brush against his cheeks when Alhaitham stares at him from the desert. Kaveh sits up, wondering the same thing again. What would happen? What would actually happen if he crossed that blurry divide between them? Because how long- How long can Kaveh continue to brush off his feelings?

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Sneaking into Alhaitham’s room is easy. Despite what he says of how he is a light sleeper, Alhaitham sleeps like the dead. Sometimes when Kaveh spots him napping on the couch, his heart would lurch at how still he looks. Unmoving, faintly breathing and peaceful. It is a terrifying sight to come home to. Some days Kaveh has to wake him, confirming that he is truly and utterly alive and not dead- not dead like his father. Other times, he just keeps an eye on him. Watching the faint rise of his chest from his breathing while he works beside the sleeping man. That’s why, it didn’t take much effort to get inside his room. 

On unsteady feet, Kaveh manages to open Alhaitham’s room to see him sleeping contentedly. He enters the room quickly and plops himself down to sit on the edge of the bed. He lets the bed bounce under his weight and doesn’t worry much about waking Alhaitham. He takes his time to gaze at the man. 

Kaveh can’t help but feel so vexed. It’s unfair- it’s truly unfair how handsome this man is. Here is the man of his desires, the reason for his joy, pain, anger and every emotion he feels, sleeping with a peaceful expression. Unaware that Kaveh is suffering, depraved of the bits of love he feeds him in little amounts. He leads him on and on only for him to stray him away from the path. 

Honesty, it’s unfair. 

He’s just too perfect. 

He is too perfect for Kaveh. Money and titles aside, Alhaitham is his perfect muse. From the day he met him in the Akademiya, he had seen just how handsome he was. The notebooks and sketch pads he’s filled with doodles and imperfect recreations of Alhaitham. He has so many blueprints drenched in teal. He has hands stained in tael and eyes craving to see teal. So many drafts he’s thrown, so many fantasies he’s dreamed of, they cannot compare to the real thing right here. It’s a wonder why a man like him is living in this filthy world. Better yet, Kaveh imagines Celestia herself predicting this. Or rather, she is the one who made sure this man is born. A man born from alexandrite crystals, shining in teal and green. It’s as if she took the time to sculpt by hand the beauty of this man. She makes way for the strong jawline that carves a path down the slope of his neck. Where she blessed him with muscles meant to embrace him in the warmest embrace. It’s quite a sight to see it bare without any cloth clinging to it. Looking back up to his closed eyes, he knows that beneath them lies a deadly set of eyes. How the teal is surrounded by topaz to balance the intense blessing she’s given him. Sometimes Kaveh can not stare at these eyes for long. Terrified that he’ll be caught in a trap by the predator lying inside him. But the beast is sleeping soundly through the night, at the mercy of his hands. His. Kaveh’s hand brushes away the silver lock. In his mind, he can see silver wine pouring on his hair to be stained in lustrous metal. Quite a perfect match, a literal muse of the Heavens is given to him, an artist. 

His beauty cannot be compared to his own. How can he compete with a man sculpted by a god? How can he be known to be beautiful and ethereal when Alhaitham exists? He doesn’t understand how Alhaitham could think he’s pretty. Why does he look so content with hugging him? So satisfied with holding his hand or carrying him home? Such are mysteries he cannot answer. Yet. 

Yet. This man… He chooses to stay by his side. He chooses to indulge in his greed, his desires and chases after him when he runs too far. He picks up his broken pieces and takes the time to help him put himself back together. This man- this man sleeping before him. He will be ruined. Kaveh will ruin him with his filthy hands. The muse that he spends days and nights trying to perfect on paper will be tarnished- by his own hands. 

Kaveh smiles in bittersweet sadness. Just how cruel must he be? Here he is, reaching the lowest of lows to commit a heinous crime against the Heavens. Defenseless against the hands that dare touch the work of a god. But Kaveh is resolute. Determined to know the results if he crosses lines they blur. To fantasize a world where his own greed will not destroy another treasure. He wants to Alhaitham. Not as a roommate nor a research partner. Not just as a junior or the Grand Scribe. No- no. He wants Alhaitham. The one who stays by his side. The one who picks him up on drunken nights and sleeps with him in ungodly hours. The one who comes back to light the fire of hope in his heart and watches him be consumed by the fires he creaetd. He wants Alhaitham- 

He needs Alhaitham.

With that, he carefully opens the tube of lip tin in his hands. The glossy color of red reminds him of the passion he held for arts. Maybe in some way, he wants to let Alhaitham know that he needs him like he needs art. He needs him to be there by his side the same way he needs art to create life. He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath to steel himself. He’s about to do it, he’s about to pour all his desires onto himself and drown in it. With the lip brush in hand, he makes sure to smear a generous amount on his lips. His heart won’t settle down. It’s pounding against his chest as he reaches out his left hand to touch Alhaitham’s face. Making sure to keep his touch as light as a feather. He leans in closer, shivering when Alhaithams breath brushes against his ear. He gently places a soft kiss just right beside his chapped lips. He leans back to admire his work and mentally pats himself on the back. It looks perfect on him. The kiss mark is evident with the way it contrasts against his olive skin. Kaveh cries, tears falling down his cheeks as he licks the remaining lip tint that is burning on his lips. Alhaitham is just too perfect. 

He lays his head on Alhaitham’s chest. He’s done it, he’s done the impossible  He gazes up at Alhaitham’s sleeping face. Wondering just how many times must this man crumble his world of misery. How does he make him feel so alive? It is a blessing to feel his breaths rise up and down, his heartbeat beating beneath his cheek. This man is so perfect that it hurts for an artist like him to destroy it with a kiss. His perfect muse is tarnished by a human. At the same time, he cannot believe it. He lives with an intelligent man whose words would wrap around Kaveh in a bittersweet embrace. He has all his attention captured with every argument Kaveh can come up with. He is the ideal man of everyone’s dreams and Kaveh has him in his hands. Every touch he gives makes Kaveh crave for more. Every word he tells him soothes his pain and Kaveh? All he can give his miseries and sorrow. Offers him his shattered heart and he holds it- cradles it in his hands like it is precious. Alhaitham who stays despite the rift, the bridge they refuse to acknowledge or rebuild. 

Alhaitham deserves better. This muse of his, this man of his life desires. He deserves better than a broken debt-ridden artist. He should’ve settled with someone else, someone who is just as perfect as him. Someone who does not bicker or nag him around. Another artist that can recreate his beauty. Someone who can map out his face without any mistakes the first try. He deserves someone better than him. But at the same time, Kaveh will not let him go. He will not hand him off to another artist. Because Kaveh is an artist, with a muse like him living by his side. He can accomplish another kind of creation, something that can surpass this world’s worth. Because Kaveh needs Alhaitham.

He is an artist. The greediest one to live. 

Kaveh slowly rises on his hands. Hovering over Alhaitham asleep, he wonders, what would he think when he wakes up. He takes his tube of lip tint and smears more on his lips, to the point where it almost drips onto Alhaitham’s abs. He wipes away that small drip, intent on not getting a smidge of a mistake on Alhaitham. The canvas before him doesn’t deserve an imperfection. It deserves perfect marks of an architect’s kiss that plant themselves on planned paths. One starts on the corner just below of his green diamond gem. He follows along to the left of his breast before planting one on each nipple. He is drunk on his greed, his desire to make this man his. His lips are reapplied once more with a generous coating before he leans over to his left arm. He places two kisses there, silently thanking these firm muscles for carrying him home. His right arm is kissed with a firm mark. It was always this arm that crowds around Kaveh’s space before he is pulled in for a warm embrace from the scribe. By this point, Kaveh is breathing heavily. Lightheaded as he finally got to live out his deepest desire. He rests his head to catch a breather before he’s back to hovering over Alhaitham. He counts his kiss marks. One by his lips, two, three- five, nine marks are planted. 

Looking down, he licks his lips when his eyes land on his abs. He drops down to kiss two marks on it. Ah. His mind is hazy from the feeling of success prickling his skin. He greedily takes his tongue out to trace the middle of his abs down to his navel. His saliva glistens under the moonlight, he swipes a few licks on his stomach. He takes the garter of his pajamas to bring it down enough to plant a wet kiss slightly above his crotch. 

It takes Kaveh a great effort to extract himself from Alhaitham. He examines his marks, how it brings out the sharp lines and soft edges of his body. His hands are twitching, wanting to draw this moment, burn it in his brain and make sure to never forget the opportunity he was given. He smiles so wide that his cheeks are aching. He scoots over to the other side of Alhaitham’s bed. He feels giddy and joyful, swings his legs up and down like a child. He snatches back the tube of lip tint and brings it up to the moonlight. The way it shines a red hue in his eye gives him a sick pleasure running down his arms. He should write a letter soon to Mrs. Castex that this product is successful. Not only does it tint your lips a deep and seductive red, it is a great product for painting… And marking. He can still feel his lips aching from the intense cooling burn of the lip tint. And the thought of doing these indecent things to Alhaitham again sends a jolt of delight in his aching lips. 

“You sure enjoyed yourself thoroughly, Senior.” 

He looks back with giggle, a cheshire grin. “Whatever do you mean, Junior~?”  He crosses his legs haughtily as he stares up at Alhaitham— His Alhaitham. Painted in his marks littered around his body like the stars that connect the constellation. He giggles once more, so utterly pleased with how Alhaitham towers over him from where he kneels. The hot weather of Sumeruian nights seems to enhance the divine look on Alhaitham. A bit of sweat slowly trickles down the side of his head. Kaveh himself looks up with a grin before his expression turns shocked in an instant. Almost like he had expected the unexpected but is not prepared for it. He gulps in anticipation when all he can see is the dark stare Alhaitham gives him. That stare either full of anger or full of desire. 

Alhaitham is almost taken aback by the sly grin on Kaveh’s face. It’s quite hilarious in his eyes. An angel that blessed him with kisses, golden threads of hair framing a delicate face. Looking back at him with a devilish smirk and a greedy look in his eyes. Alhaitham finds it amusing to see the irony. 

“Was this your plan all along?” Alhaitham asks. In an instant, he pulls Kaveh towards him. The bed squeaks as he traps Kaveh beneath him, his arms resting on either side of his head to trap him. At the same time, he takes notice of the way Kaveh looks up at him like he’s hung the stars up and gave him the moon. Alhaitham feels his tongue go dry and his heart beat faster in his chest. This angel, the angel he’s been chasing for years and years is finally in his arms. All sprawled out on his bed, bathed in the ethereal moonlight. Looking up at him like he was the god he serves, with red carmine eyes wide awake. Skin flushes from the hot Sumerian night and breathing heavy from the blessings he bestowed onto Alhaitham.

“To tease me while I sleep?” He says, leaning in closer to his ear. His breaths tickling Kaveh’s neck and sending goosebumps down his skin. “Kissing me like you worship me, angel? Is that what you were up to?” Kaveh’s breathing turns heavier. Squirming at the intimate contact and the words that burn through his soul. Alhaitham has to restrain his hands that scramble to escape him. He whines in protest, fighting back in a futile attempt against a so-called feeble scholar. Alhaitham has to pin down his arms and rest his forehead against his, forcing Kaveh to look him in the eyes. “Tell me Kaveh, was it your plan to enjoy yourself without me knowing?” 

An observation he takes notes of when staring into his eyes is how evident Kaveh’s irises shake. How he has to swallow and weakly exhale with trembling efforts. It takes a few hesitating seconds for Kaveh to answer with a very meek nod. “…yes…” 

Archons, has Kaveh always been this obedient? That fiery blond with a short fuse would have snapped at him by now. He would have defended himself or redirected the conversation away from him. He would have fought back even more to try and escape his hold. Denying over and over again the evidence Alhaitham has presented to him. Instead, this man with wine wafting through his shirt is letting himself be pinned down to the bed. Trapping himself between the bed and his body.

And it makes him wonder if he should go on. All the possibilities Alahitham has thought of, this is the least expected scenario he saw. Because it would be wrong of him to continue. It would be a crime against their relationship if Alhaitham tread on the blurry lines they have established. However he reasons with himself that Kaveh had stepped on it first. That Kaveh had wiped off the lines with his foot and flung himself onto him. For Alhaitham, it’s only right to reciprocate his actions. He is a human filled with desire. The opportunity he has right now is currently whining, his hips brushing against him to rub his hard on. Fuck this man is going to be the death of me. 

“Maybe I should punish you, Senior.” Alhaitham murmurs against his neck. He licks a long strip up Kaveh’s neck, laying his tongue on his pulse. Alhaitham leaves a trail of butterfly kisses up his neck, nipping his ear a little bit. Overjoyed at hearing those heavy breaths turn ragged by his teasings. 

“May-Maybe you should…” Kaveh whispers back. Alhaitham shifts his grips on his arms, lifting Kaveh up with ease to prop him up on his pillows. Fuck. Why does this man have to be so enticing- so utterly sinful. Alhaitham has to hold back another shudder when a filthy lick of heat crawls its way up his spine. Kaveh is still breathing heavily, licking his lips once and a while. A soft glittering layer of saliva coats his pretty red lips. Staring up at him with the same desire he has in his eyes. 

Alhaitham swallows a pit of anxiety into his throat. Everything they’re doing, it all feels wrong but oh so right. They’re crossing borders that are never meant to be crossed. They are doing things out of mind and in the moment, no thoughts just desire and instincts. It's exhilarating and terrifying at the same time. 

“Tell me you want this.” Alhaitham whispers to Kaveh lips. He doesn't realize he is that close until he feels Kaveh suck in a breath. “…push me away now or else I won’t stop.” Kaveh can feel the words on his lips to their breaths syncing in with their desires. 

There is a moment when carmine eyes meet teal ones, before Alhaitham gently brushes their lips together. Closing his eyes as he savors the soft lips touching his. His grip loosening as both him and Kaveh experience a moment only reserved for themselves. Archons- his lips are what Alhatiham imagines it to be. They are softer than the flower petals he rubs between his fingers. He smells a hint of strawberries when he shifts his lips to another angle. Never letting another second, another year, another decade separate them again. 

Fuck. This is what Alhaitham has been dreaming of since their Akademiya days. This is what he’s been missing the entire time. How long has he imagined this scenario since his junior days? How long has he longed to tangle his fingers between those golden strands? How long has he dreamed of fucking this man beneath him? If this is a dream, it’s a dream Alhaitham is willing to take advantage of. Even if it means not having this man in his arms when he wakes. But the taste of strawberries on his tongue and the smell of Padisarah perfume is enough to let Alhaitham know that this is real. This man beneath him, the man he’s kissing, is real.

When he pulls away to catch his breath, he can’t help but love him the way he’s always had. 

When they pull away, Kaveh whines, tears glazing his eyes. It feels too much for him. The way Alhaitham kisses is so tender and so loving, so patient and understanding. So very unlike the brash and prickly Alhaitham he knows. The way he looks at him with such a tender look is so foreign. And he doesn’t deserve it, Kaveh doesn’t deserve that look. Does Alhaitham not see? He had defiled him- had taken advantage of him when he was asleep. Why is he looking at him like he’d built the Sanctuaries and the Temples? Why is he looking at him longingly with that fond and loving look?  

It is painful to hear himself sob. No less even feel it get caught in his throat. He can hear himself cry out from the amount of emotions piling up in his chest. This time, Kaveh hooks his arm around Alhaitham’s neck and captures his mouth in a searingly hot kiss. The one that makes your insides melt from lack of oxygen they refuse to breathe in. The hot honey dripping from their tongues burns their skin. Their lungs screaming for air as Kaveh sloppily tries to hold on to their kisses. 

“Kaveh-” Kaveh doesn’t give Alhaitham a moment to speak nor a moment to break this illusion he has. He merely pulls him back to the kiss, tongue intertwining with his in desperation. 

Alhaitham has to force himself to pull away. His lips taste like the salty tears from Kaveh’s eyes. He has to tug at his hair to avoid being pulled back in. “Kaveh.” He says, breathless and worried. What happened? Why is he crying? It breaks his heart to pieces when Kaveh responds back with a sob. The kind of sob that wracks through your body and hiccups through his throat. “Kaveh please, what’s wrong?” He asks, had he done something to him? Did he hurt Kaveh? Archons forbid he’ll never forgive himself if he did. He’s done it once, he won’t do it twice. 

“Kaveh-.”

“…why?” 

Alhaitham rests his hand on Kaveh’s cheek. His hand curled around his hair loosens to join his other hand to cup his face. “Why what?” He asks back, his thumb gently caressing his cheek. Wiping away the tears overflowing from those pretty ruby eyes. Even when he cries, Alhaitham can see how alluring Kaveh is. Where most might find it disgusting for him to cry, Alhaitham can see the real Kaveh beneath the tears, the Kaveh that is insecure and broken. 

“Why do you look at me like- like that?” 

Alhaitham pauses his movement, what does Kaveh mean? Is it the loving look he’s giving? Is it the soft look he has in his eyes when he stares at the sun in his arms? The angel he has trapped in his arms? “What do you mean, Kaveh?” 

“Why do you look at me like you love me.” Kaveh all but sobs out, his chest heaving as he cries. He cries and cries in his hands, tears flowing freely like a broken dam. “Like you actually want me here.” And if the cries didn’t break Alhaitham’s heart to pieces, the confession Kaveh makes shatters those pieces to dust. It hurts. It hurts more for him because he has always loved Kaveh since the very beginning. Had held that torch tightly for him and never allowed the burning embers to extinguish. He has always waited for Kaveh to approach him, to give him even a smidge of attention. He accommodated Kaveh, and had always put Kaveh’s needs before himself. To hear him doubt his affections, his touches, his love for him makes him want to burn the world, to get rid of the pain that riddled them both. 

“Why wouldn’t I love you?” Alhaitham scowls back, the pain in his chest hurts. The same way when his hands squishes Kaveh’s face in retaliation. Gripping his chin tightly in his hands as he emphasizes his words. “Why would I kiss you if I didn’t love you!”  

“But I took advantage of you!” Kaveh shouts back, shaking off his hands from his face to prop himself up. Sadness, regret, anger, every emotion Kaveh feels is present in his eyes. He The way he sobs with his entire body, doubling over in disgust. The kind of disgust not at Alhaitham but at himself. 

“I snuck into your room and started touching you! I defiled you! I- marked you and ruined your perfect skin, your perfect body. I- You should be hating me! You should be angry, disgusted because fuck I’m such a horrible person.” Kaveh sobs out. “I- How can you love me when I’m like this, Alhaitham?” Kaveh says, gesturing to all of himself. 

“How-.” 

“Don’t you dare finish that sentence.” That gets Kaveh to shut up. Alhaitham has never felt anger like this. The ice cold anger that freezes his blood and makes way for the rage that starts to boil in his heart. Because how dare Kaveh see himself like this. Like he is unworthy of love. Like he is meant to suffer alone forever. He has spent years and years waiting for him and when he is finally in his arms, he doesn’t get to pull away. He doesn’t get to have the chance to escape him again. Not again.

“You don’t get to tell me what I should feel, what I should be doing. So don’t you dare doubt my feelings for you.”  Alhaitham starts, forcing Kaveh by the chin to look at him straight into his teal eyes. “You don’t know how long I dreamed of this. How agonizing it was to not kiss you every time you cook me meals or sit beside me talking about your day.” He gives a chaste kiss to his right eyes. 

“I always wanted to do this ever since you talked to me in the House of Daena.” Another kiss on his nose.

“I always wanted to tell you that you don’t need to prove yourself to me.” A kiss on his cheek.

“I let you drink till you forget your pain. I let you sleep with me when you're distressed, I let you fill my ears with the noise only I can tolerate. Hell, I even let you fix my headphones and make me new ones when you feel like it, Kaveh.” A kiss just beside his lips. 

“Because I love you.” By this point, both of them are in tears. It is one of the only times Alhaihtam sheds a tear and this man is one of the people he’d let himself be vulnerable to. "Please believe me when I say that I-.” Alhaitham pauses. He tries to gather up all the years of love and devotion he has for Kaveh. He pours all of it in a cup and coats all those words in it to get his words across. 

“I truly and utterly love you Kaveh.” 

And Kaveh does. He does believe him when he hears him say it with such profound reverence. He does believe him when kisses his tears and his worries away. Washes his doubts in his love and leaves behind the devotion he has for him. By this point, Kaveh is sobbing again. Not from pain, nor sadness or anger. No. He’s weeping from how happy he is, how unbelievably lucky he’s become to be worshipped by the man he chased after. He’s rendered speechless by how patient and loving Alhaitham is and he wonders just how he got so lucky.  

He hiccups through the sobs that try to tear a hole in his chest. Takes a few breaths to center himself to respond back. Gulping down his anxiety and worries because Alhaitham is here. He should say the words as easily as he did. Yet why is he struggling to let those words pour out of his mouth? Alhaitham has said those words as easily as he could berate Kaveh for his awful choice of clients. He sobs in frustration when the words are caught in his throat. 

“I-.” He starts, stumbling over his words to get those words out. And fuck, it breaks him apart when Alhaitham gazes at him with all his attention. He merely holds his face in his hands like he’s holding the world in his palms. He waits for him to say the words he wants to say. Not minding his attempts, stumbling and gurgling through his tears to say the words. He’s just there, patient and loving him every second he’s awake. 

“I love you too, Haiyi.” He whispers to him, like a secret that should only be shared to Alhaitham. “I really love you too.” He weeps into the palm of his calloused hands. Kaveh’s hands come to cradle Alahtiham’s resting on his face. He nuzzles into it, allowing his lover to brush away the tears on his face. He can Alhaitham shift before his chapped lips meet his. This time, when they kiss, it’s gentler. Less hurried and desperate because they take their time to savor each other’s presence. Now that they know what their hearts want, they finally slow down to experience the present together. 

Alhaitham has a hard time trying not to devour Kaveh. His tongue pries Kaveh’s lips loose, slipping into his mouth to delicately press their mouths closer. Their tongues sliding together in a slow, sensual motion that has Kaveh moaning. His legs flexing on either side of Alahitham’s hips and the delicious scrape of his fingernails digging into his hands. He has to keep Kaveh in place when he tries to take over. His attempts to quicken the pace or rush through the moment are halted by Alhaitham’s hand moving to take hold of blond tresses. 

For Kaveh, it’s unsurprising for him to know now that Alhaihtm is a great kisser. Presing deep into the architect as he settles with a slow but sensual tempo. His teeth sometimes clack against his, but it somehow does the job of stealing the very little air from his lungs. And not only that, it’s good. 

It’s really good.

There’s no way of telling how long they stay like that: making out against the sea of pillows on his bed. One thing Kaveh does know is that the familiar heat is burning in his stomach, It leaves him aching and craving for something or rather- someone to relieve it for him.  

“Someone down here is excited.” Kaveh murmurs on Alhaitham’s lips. Acknowledging the tent forming in his pajamas. He brings both his arms up to curl around Alhaitham’s chest. Moving his hips up to drag both their hard ons together. Sending pulses of pleasure twisting deeper in his gut. 

“That’s because you're here.” Alhaitham murmurs back, breaking the kiss to trail butterfly kisses down his neck. He tugs at his shirt, trying to get him to take it off. He doesn’t have much of a choice when he is manhandled into stripping. Suddenly, lips attack his skin with little purple-red roses, leaving messy marks just like this messy man lathering him in saliva. Kaveh jumps at the sudden pain blooming on his neck, realizing that Alhaitham sunk his teeth in. He brings the back of his hand up to muffle his moans, whining at how good Alhaitham is making him feel.

Alhaihtam’s hands wander and grope at every area he can touch, before settling on his hips.. “Hah- don’t.” Alhaitham all but growls, .”Let me hear you.” He says as he kisses his way down to his hiccuping chest. Kaveh gasps when Alhaitham licks around his nipple, latching onto the sensitive nub. Kaveh’s hand find its way to silvery locks, clutching at it as Alhaitham makes a point to bite lightly around the pink bud in his mouth. He lays his tongue on his nipple, gazing at him with that hungry look in his eyes. His other hand comes up to tug at the other sensitive nub. Rolling it between his fingers, thumbing at it and scraping it lightly with his fingernail. 

His reward? The sweet desperate moans Kaveh lets out from his mouth. The sharp pain from his scalp as his hand bunches up and twists with a handful of his hair in his grasp. “Oh- oh, mmn-! Ha-haiyi. Ah-Ngh~”

Alhaitham pulls back once more, the string of saliva breaks apart from the distance. His breaths are ragged, heavy with arousal pooling in his stomach. He shoves his face into Kaveh’s abdomen hoping to stave off the growing heat in his body. He can tell that he’s close to cumming. Everything about Kaveh just makes him lose all his senses and brings out a different side of himself. Every needy moan and sobbing whine has the erection in his pants throbbing in pain. He wants to cum- fuck he wants to cum. 

Not yet, he wants to cum inside Kaveh. He has to be patient, he wants to build up the arousal within them. He wants to leave Kaveh shaking and craving for more before he starts to fuck him. 

So he goes back to his trail of kisses he left on his cheste. Going lower and lower until he can shuck off Kaveh’s pants . Practically ripping the fabric a bit at his rush to sttrip Kaveh bare naked. Alhaitham’s hands shoves itself inside his pants. Practically ripping the fabric a bit at his rush to strip his bare naked like a newborn. 

“Wai-Haiyi- don’t ru-augh~!” He is a beast. A literal beast. This man he has always known to have the best restraint on himself is different with those chains off. The way he grabs his ankles and drags him closer, almost folding him in half out of desperation to keep him close. “Ha-!” He’s breathless, and even more so when Alhaitham makes sure to give his lips attention. His hands shoving itself between his legs forcing his thighs to part further. 

“No underwear, Senior? You sure are a desperate to be fucked if you went out like this.”

“Ah! Oh- oh fuck-!” Kaveh tries to strain his voice lower, not wanting to be too loud to drown out the little grunts and groans Alhaitham makes. Fuck, where did Alhaitham learn this?! He squeezes the meat of his thighs in his hands. Jiggling the fat that spills out between his fingers. He had swiftly leaned down enough to take a bite of his thighs. Licking the area close to his crotch, kissing it and licking it up like sweetcandy. 

“Haiyi!” His hands had made a home in his silver locks. Tugging at it when he bites a bit too hard on his thighs. Leaving a very red mark on his skin. Painful as it is, the pleasure floods back when he starts to suck on his inner thighs. He keens when his teeth take hold of flesh, gnawing at it like a dog bone to chew on. He cries out in pleasure, his back arching up to chase after the feeling all the while trying to coax Alhaitham to relieve the pain in his cock standing proudly between them. 

“Plea-.” He gasps in shock when he feels his tongue lick up his thighs. Trailing a path towards his cock before it feels it prodding at his hole. Oh Celestia. It's all too much for him to keep track of where Alhaitham is. One moment he is prodding at his hole with his tongue, next thing you know he’s suddenly appearing in his vision. 

He hiccups through a breath, his eyes are watery from their crying session and the onslaught of pleasure he’s been subjected to for the past hours. Minutes actually. His breath is stolen by him kissing him again. Light, chaste and sweet. The heat in his stomach is a flickering light slowly growing stronger with each passing second. He moans a bit into the kiss when Alhaitham ruts his hard on on his own. 

“I wanna fuck you-.” He manages to say with a strained tone, thick with lust. A deep flush colouring his skin; disappearing down his chest. He looks so disheveled and dazed with his pupils blown out with lust. He licks his slightly swollen lips and holds his gaze with Kaveh.  

“Please.” 

Is all it takes for Alhaitham to manhandle him again. This time he drags him in, towards him. Forcing his legs apart, the painful stretch of his inflexible limbs has him crying out in pain. But fucking hell, the pain mixes in with the sudden blooming arousal that spreads from the kisses he lays on his calves. It has him reeling in from the shock and the realization that this man can practically bench press him every day. He has to look away in embarrassment as Alhaitham holds his ankle up in his hand. Licking it sensually as he trails wet kisses down his leg. 

His fingers prodding at his hole as he distracts Kaveh with kisses on his leg that’s resting on his shoulder. Fuck he looks so handsome.

“WaI- Haiyi. L-lub-NGH!” His warning falls on deaf ears. He didn’t even see Alhaitham move away to swipe a bottle of lube from his drawer. Nor did he hear the loud pop of the bottle opening. All he knows is the icy cold liquid dripping onto his hole makes him jump. Before an intense pleasure rips through him from his fingers digging inside him. 

Archons, his Haiyi’s hands are so big. 

Bigger than his own hands. His fingers are long, thick and calloused from years of writing and reading. And not only that, they’re rougher from the swordsmanship he learned throughout the years. 

They feel so- so good against his skin. 

Especially when it drives inside of him. Fucking his fingers into his ass with only two- archons he doesn’t even have all of his fingers in him and he’s this wrecked. “Na-ngmmmm….” He whines when his fingers curls against his prostate, intent on giving it a harsher scrape each and every time it buries itself back inside him. It’s as brutal as it is delightfully toe-curling delicious. It leaves him aching as punishing throbs of pleasure punches a breath out of his lungs. He has to hang onto Alhaitham’s arms, as his fingers work their way to skillfully unravel himself. 

The sounds that echo through the quiet room are too much to hear. Loud, wet squelching and dripping from his ass. The little grunts and groans his Haiyi lets out rumble through his chest and pusles through him where he embraces him. Holding onto him like a lifeline as he picks up the pace. Pleasure and shame build up so fiercely that he loses the strength to hold on to him. He merely lays there beneath him, whimpering and squirming in the bigger man’s grip. 

“Hai-iyi-.” He’s trembling like a leaf. He feels hot, speaks of pleasure crawling up his spine with each press of Alhaitham’s fingers in his prostate. “Ngah!” A particular angle has his thighs quaking, shivers wracking across his sweat kissed skin. 

“Mo-more.” He stutters out. He can’t stand it much longer. The arousal that slowly built up, coiled tight inside him is making it hard to breathe. He knows the sensation from years of fucking himself silly with his own fingers and toys. The tight knot of pleasure that threatens to burst inside of him and leave him jolting in blinding pleasure. He’s so close, he’s so close to the edge. He needs more. “I- please! I need more.” He’s practically sobbing at this point, begging for Alhaitham to quicken the pace. To drive his fingers harder and faster, make him orgasm from his fingers. 

“No.” 

And Kaveh wails. He wails in desperation, chasing after the fingers that suddenly left him empty and needy. The tiny tremors running through his body have him sobbing at the intense sensations that came and went as quickly as the wind. “You get to come on my cock, and my cock only.” Alhaitham says, kissing him on the forehead. And Kaveh is still lost to the sensation, gasping into the bed sheets from the sudden change. 

“Shh..” Alhaitham hugs him, wraps his arms around his waist and whispers in his ear. “Take a deep breath.” His hand rubs against the base of his spine, slow and comforting. It takes him a moment to come back down from that building edge of pleasure. Teetering between pain and pleasure. It becomes bearable in a few seconds, breathing hard into the crook of Alhaitham’s neck. Struggling to claw back a hint of composure to come back to reality. The hand on his spine moves in small, gentle circles, trying to ground him down from floating away too far. 

“Are you okay?” Alhaitham asks, leaning up to press a kiss on his cheek. 

He nods, trying to focus on the haggard breaths coming from his chest. 

“Your words, Princess.” Princess? Fuck, he’s going to nicknames now. And he doesn’t like the way his arousal spikes up from the nickname. It’s the sinful heat that spreads through his body and leaves him feeling vulnerable in all the right ways. “Y-Yes.” He stutters out, unwilling to give him a look of how that nickname had him craving for more. He’ll never live it down and he for sure knows Alhaitham enough that he’ll tease him every moment he gets. 

“Good.” Alhaitham shifts back up to place a quick kiss on his cheek. “I can’t wait to fuck you.” He whispers in his ear. Adding another chaste kiss for effect before pulling away from him eliciting a whine from Kaveh. 

Kaveh always knew that Alhaitham was handsome. His sketchbooks were always filled with doodles and imitations of Alhaitham. The colors he used as mock ups would involve shades of teal and green. There were times where he would time his arguments correctly to barge into Alhaitham’s room. Catching him wet and dripping from a hot shower, his lower half wrapped in a tight towel. It was one of the moments Kaveh would do to gain inspiration for his works. Yet, those times were during his pining. Moments where he longed and yearned for Alhaitham. 

This time however, watching Alhaitham undress before him is a one-of-a-kind moment Kaveh would forever engrave in his mind. His hand catches the fabric between his fingers and pulls off the offending material off his body in one fluid motion.He throws his pajama trousers aside, quick to pull off his underwear too. And fuck- Witnessing how his cock springs out of its confine is so erotic. The smear of pre-cum on his stomach makes Kaveh want to lick it off, he wants to have a taste. Especially when copious amounts of pre-cum dribbles down his length, dripping onto his stomach. He shivers when he feels the hot liquid meet his damp skin. It feels so hot, it’s like lava on his skin. He moves his eyes back up to meet Alhaitham’s, looking at him with a dark hungry look in his eyes. It makes Kaveh drool just a bit, in his mind however, he’s bleeding a river from his nose. 

Those calloused hands are digging back into his plump thighs. Forcing him to strain his legs even more to keep himself spread open for him. “Stay like that, Princess.” He orders- no. He instructs him to obey, giving him a choice he doesn’t command him. His tone sounds different, he’s heard his commanding voice in the Akademiya Office. It doesn’t hold the same authority he’d lace in his tongue. This one is soft, patient and… different. The kind of different that doesn’t make him feel like a slave or an employee. He sounds like his lover. Which gives a whole new emotion swelling in his heart. 

“Ple-Please-.” Kaveh hiccups out, hands holding onto his thighs with a tight grip. “Be patient.” Is all he hears and he sobs in anticipation. The heat pooling in his stomach is burning inside and out. And it feels unbearable to stay like this, almost like he’s- he’s presenting himself- to Alhatiham. But at the same time, he wants to be good for Alhaitham- he wants to be good! 

He jumps when he feels his hands holding onto his hips. Before moaning when his weeping cock rubs against Alhatiham’s. He legs twitch and flex as Alhaitham rubs his cock against his in a slow, tantalizing manner. Teasing him as he slips it down to his hole, feeling the tip strain to stretch him open. But it slips away, going back up to grind against his cock with a soft drag that sends a jolt up his spine. 

His junior is so mean-! Teasing him when he knows full well how much he wants this, how much he needs him inside him, filling his hole up with his thick girthy cock rubbing against him. The heat in stomach is burning so much but it doesn’t snap, it doesn’t let him go over the edge of a blinding orgasm. He just keeps building it up, and up until he can’t handle the heat spreading to his chest and burning a mark in his soul.  

“Hai-Haiyi.” He sobs, his hips trying to rub against his cock while trying to stay still at the same time. “Ple-Pleas- fill- please-!” He’s weeping at this point, his mouth trying to voice out his pleas to beg and ask him to fill him up. He’s been good- he’s been good. 

He whimpers, a strangled gasp knocked out of his lips when he feels himself being filled up slowly.  He has to force himself down onto the mattress when the head of his cock pops itself inside his rim. Before the long and slow drag of his cock stretching him inside. Filling him up until he can feel his throat constrict until he’s grappling to breathe in air. He whines. The overwhelming pleasure flooding his senses is intense. The tears in his eyes blurs his vision as he has to tighten his hold on his thighs for security. 

Kaveh has a hard time adjusting to the size of his cock spearing him open becuaese fucking hell-! He feels so big, just sitting inside him. He can feel the shape of it in his stomach and in his throat. His breath hitches as Alhaitham ruts into him in slow and deliberate thrusts. The mind-numbing pleasure flares up the heat in his abdomen. A few careful thrusts, tentative and almost exploratory as he takes his time with him. 

“Ngh-Ah…!” Kaveh hiccups, moans and gasps, trying to get his breathing under control. 

This annoying junior of his really wants to break him. It’s a struggle to keep himself together as Alhaitham moves on to slowly pull out until the head of his cock catches at the rim. Before slamming back in with so much force it pushes him up the pillows. His junior’s breath is hot and desperate and the drool from his mouth hits his skin, making him jump as his senses are assaulted in random intervals. Clawing down his thighs, he can feel the marks he’s making on his legs the same way he can feel Alhaitham scratching his hips. 

It isn’t long until Alhaihtam gets tired of teasing him. Kaveh can tell from the way he stopped, taking a moment to realign himself. He can feel the twitch and the throbbing pleasure and the deep grunting from the man above him. 

It’s a shame he doesn’t have time to prepare himself. 

He is dragged in to be crammed into Alhaitham’s arms. Hiccuping as his cock slams back inside him, filling him up until the hilt. It’s rubbing against his prostate in a way that makes his whole body shake. Sparks of pleasure creeping up his spine as he sets a steady rhythm. He’s so wound up. His neglected cock still aching, bouncing heavily between his legs, twitching with each thrust inside of him. 

Fuck it’s not enough- it’s not engouh. 

“Mo-more-.” Kaveh gasps out, arching his back into Alhaitham, trying to take over the rhythm he set. He wants more- Archons he wants more. “Want more- Haiyi, please!”

“So impatient.” Alhaitham snarks, snatching his arm to remove his thigh from his grip. Pulling at it until he lifts Kaveh up until he’s half-sitting on the bed and on his cock. “You are so insatiable, Princess.” 

It’s all the warning Kaveh gets before he pounds into Kaveh in a way that has him bouncing on his cock. He feels helpless as he clings onto Alhaitham like a leech. Arms struggling to wrap around his hug frame, hands trying and failing to hold onto his shoulders. He’s just there, plastered on his skin and holding on for dear life. He feels vulnerable, barely able to do anything but clench his hands and brace himself for the onslaught of pleasure filling his bones. 

Each slap of Alhaihtam’s hips against his ass comes with a deep moan in his ears. The kind that shakes through his core and sends a molten surge of pleasure in him. He can’t keep up with the brutal pace as Alhaihtam doesn’t give him any mercy. The way he moves his head to the side to kiss and lick his ear. Sending another lick of arousal as he listens closely to the wet saliva invading his ear, the tongue that teases his lobe and dips inside his ear canal. He squirms in his grip, desperately trying to hold on longer as he can feels the impending orgasm threatening to break. He’s so close-!

He knocks his head back, trying to rip himself away from the filthy noise. He leans in to press his forehead against Alhaitham’s, the violent heaving of his chest hits his lips. He whines when Alhiatham shifts his position to thrust his hips up until he’s hiccuping. He’s so happy, so good, it feels all too good for Kaveh. He presses a kiss on his lips, heart burning from the lack of oxygen in his lungs. 

“Tha-Thank yo-!” He gasps out between the kisses. He can feel it, he’s so close. The head spinning pleasure trembling in his body as the violent jabs of ecstasy punch him deep inside his gut. He feels filthy. His face is wet from the tears that rolled down his cheek and the sweat layering his body. Stomach turning over itself as the knot threatens to snap at any moment. Fuck!

 “I-I love you. Haiyi, ngh-! I love you!” Kaveh wails out, His whole body jerks in his hold when his orgas rips into him, blinding white stars cover his vision. He almost leans back like a puppet that got its string cut. He clenches down on Alhaihtam cock, jolting as he feels him pick up the pace faster. 

“I-I love you,” Alhaitham’s hips stutter a bit when Kaveh lock up in his hold He has to hold onto him tightly when Kaveh crumples into his chest, sobbing at the intense orgasm tearing him inside and out. “Kaveh I love you too-” He slams deep inside Kaveh, filling him up until he’s spasming in his hold.  He groans when he feels his orgasm wash over him, and the feeling of Kaveh tightening his hole. Almost like he wants to milk his cock dry. 

He takes a few minutes, feeling their pounding hearts in their chest. Holding onto Kaveh as he hiccups and gasps, tightening his arms when he tries to move a bit more. 

When he feels like he’s had enough of a rest, he pecks Kaveh on the cheek. Wanting to give him a bit more comfort before he sits up a bit on his knees, dumping Kaveh on the bed. Hissing as he forgot how sensitive the both of them are. He listens to Kaveh let out a wet moan as he bounces back onto the pillows, his sultry hold clamping at the pleasure that hikes up his body again. 

He leans back to see how debauched Kaveh looks. Blond hair a mess, cheeks ruddy and red with tears decorating the sheen of sweat on his skin. He looks back down onto his stomach where he finds him still dripping from the orgasm. The ribbons of cum painting his skin, on his abdomen reaching his chest. He looks at himself and realizes that the same was on him, sticking to him. Alhaitham hovers above him, kissing him deeply, gently dragging his cock out of Kaveh. Swallowing all the protesting groans as he pulls out, a bit of cum dribbling out of his hole. When he breaks the kiss, he looks at Kaveh one more time, appreciating just how beautiful he is, how this opportunity he was given was worthwhile. 

Alhaitham collapses on the pillows, right beside Kaveh. Kaveh himself is lying snugly between his pillows with cum still clinging to his skin. Heaving like he’s having an asthma attack, dazed from their love-making session. Alhaitham wraps his arms around him, slowing his breath deliberately to have Kaveh match his breathing.  Hands coming to stroke his back comfortingly. Waiting patiently for Kaveh to calm down to coherently talk to him sober. And definitely not drunk on his love.

“Heheh~.”

Kaveh chuckles, having calmed down. “What are you laughing about?” Alhatham asks, amused at how anything Kaveh does makes him fall in love with him more. 

“I never imagined things would turn out like this…” Kaveh admits quietly, a somber look in his eyes as he looks off far into the distance where Alhaitham can’t reach. What does Kaveh mean by that… Is he talking about their relationship? The sex they did? For someone as rational as Alhaitham, he overthinks just as extreme as Kaveh. With that, he props himself up on one arm to properly address Kaveh. “By that, you mean…?” Alhaitham trails off, hoping that Kaveh would fill in the blanks he’s missing. He’d really love to know what he’s thinking now, with their heart peeled off of any layers. 

“I never thought we’d be fucking right after confessing.” Kaveh laughs wholeheartedly, it just amuses him so much how quickly their relationship had progressed. It makes something inside Alhaitham to be embarrassed. A little flustered at the admission but at the same time, he doesn’t have much experience in romance like his Senior. 

“Are you blushing~?” Kaveh teasingly asks, a giggle following right after when Alhaitham plops back down on the bed. Eyes refusing to meet him. 

“Shut up…” He does not pout, no matter how much Kaveh teases him with a pinch to his cheek and a kiss on his forehead. He merely murmurs it beneath his breath before pulling Kaveh into an embrace. 

Kaveh chuckles again, scooting closer into the embrace until his head rests on Alhaitham’s chest. His ear directly beneath his heart, listening to it beat with life. 

“…”

“…”

“What now, Haiyi?” He asks, a hopeful look in his tone. From where he rests on his chest, Alhaitham can’t see the scared and bitter look in his carmine eyes. Alhaitham thinks for a moment. What now? If anything, there’s nothing right now. They confessed, they had sex, although they did skip a few steps into marriage but that would be for another day. Why would he ask that, is there something wrong with what they had done? Have they skipped so many steps that the regret in Kaveh is finally settling in his conscience?

“Are you… Are you upset?” Alhaitham asks. Is he upset at him? Why else would he ask that without expecting a specific answer. 

“No! No, no Haiyi, I’m not.” Kaveh shoots up from his place, leaning in to reassure Alhaitham that he’s not mad. “I’m really not Haiyi, I just…”

“I just… I-…” He trails off, coming back down to rest his chin on his chest. Neither turning away or avoiding his gaze, he’s just searchcing for the right words to ask. “I- wh-what are we now?” Kaveh asks sincerely, confusion brewing inside him and stirring a mix of emotions in Alhaitham’s. Are they not lovers? From the last thing he’s read about romance, usually people who have confessed are assumed to be lovers. At least, that only happens if both parties agree to having that kind of relationship. Does- Does Kaveh not want to be lovers? 

“Do you not… want to be lovers…?” Alhaitham asks, doubt in his heart and pain in his chest as he asks that. But the blush spreading across Kaveh’s cheeks gives him a bit of hope to light up in his chest. 

“Of course, I want to be! I just wanna make sure-.” Alhaitham cuts him off by pressing a kiss on his forehead. He lets his lips rest there, heavy and grounding. “I really love you Kaveh,” Alhaitham admits, the words flowing right off his lips easily. “I want to stay with you.” He murmurs back before giving back another kiss on his forehead. 

This throws Kaveh for a loop. Wondering just how long has he dreamed of this? How long has he imagined this scenario over and over again? Does Alhaitham really want to stay with him? Will he not be disgusted with him? Will he really love him just as he did tonight? Will he not regret it? 

“You… You really don’t mind being my boyfriend…?”

“Do you want me to fuck you again to prove my point?”

Flustered, Kaveh hits him lightly on the chest. Stuttering out excuses after excuses that become an incoherent reason to his thoughts. “I would love nothing more than to be your boyfriend, Kaveh.” Alhaitham admits, his hand pushing Kaveh up to place a kiss on his red lips. “The same way I would love nothing more than for you to be mine too.” 

Kaveh breathily laughs at that, “I love you too, Haiyi.” He says, “I would love to stay with you and your terrible interior designs.” 

Kaveh continues laughing before he abruptly squeaks in surprise. Shuddering as Alhaitham’s two hands snake down to take Kaveh’s ass into greedy palms. Fondling and squeezing as he shivers at the attention. “Wa-Wait!” Alhaitham ignores his plea, taking the time to squeeze it harshly. Before he kneads it with his finger, pressing deeply into the muscles. Kaveh squirms in his grip, red-faced and keening at the arousal pooling back in the pit of his stomach. 

“You are so endearingly annoying.” Alhaitham states. Watching as Kaveh comes undone from his hands and the overstimulation running in his veins. He really is twisted as he enjoys doing this for a few minutes, an evil smirk twitching to show itself on his face. 

“Haiy- Haiyi! It was a joke, plea-please, ‘m sensitive- ngh!”

“All the more reason to tease you more, Princess.” He wants to build back up the heat they shared just a few minutes ago. He wants Kaveh to understand how he won’t stop, how he won’t restrain himself again after years of patiently waiting. He just wants to love Kaveh and make up for the years he never got to do. 

Which is why Alhaitham is in the mood to tease him, until he’s shaking like a leaf. As his hands play with his ass, his mouth plays with his ear. He licks and nips at the flushed ears. Syncing his movements from both ends  to create the desired outcome of Kaveh moaning and clinging to him like a lifeline. Without warning, he lifts one of his hands up, only to bring it right back down. Hard.

“AH-!”

This elicits a sharp cry from Kaveh, left hand grappling to take hold of his shoulder. Nails digging into his skin as he ends up trembling, ears burning red and thighs tightening from the pain. Alhaitham smooths over his ass, paying extra attention to the burning spot he’d just slapped. “If you have the energy to doubt me, then you have the energy to 

“N-no wait- Haiyii-.” Kaveh tries to stop his hands. One hand gripping his wrist, weakly tugging at it with fading strength. Gasping when he tugs him up, dragging his body up against him. He can feel the filthy smear of cum spread on his stomach onto Alhaitham’s hip. He hiccups when he feels his fingers dig back inside his hole. He has to bite down on his lips as Alhaitham’s other hand comes to rearrange his legs to sprawl around his chest. 

“Let me love you more, Kaveh.” Alhaitham pleads, almost pouting up at him. Making sure to curl his fingers against his prostate and brush his fingers lightly against his back. “I want to show you just how much I longed for you.” He smiles up at him, knowing full well that the imperfect, ruined face he has on is enough to convince Kaveh to stay up all night. 

Kaveh is breathing heavily, half-sitting on Alhaitham’s chest. Being teased at by his boyfriend while he pouts up at him with puppy eyes. Why does his junior have to be so cute? His sly and coy junior is toying with him from behind like it’s an everyday habit while pouting up at him with pleading eyes. The closest he can get to him begging. Kaveh sits there, contemplating for a few seconds, almost sobbing when he takes a bit too long in his decision. 

Which is why it is to no one’s surprise when the inevitable outcome is him folding like wet paper. Nodding meekly as he is devoured once more by his new-found boyfriend and longtime crush. 

Poor Kaveh, a weak man for his junior. 

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His eyes are the first to wake to the sunlight beaming down on him. The Sumeru sun has always been unforgiving, even more so in the desert. So you can imagine how harsh it is to the eyes when you wake up. He squints to adjust to the bright light and blinks away the remnants of drowsiness. The sunlight is so bright, it always makes his eyes burn. Nevermind the nights working with the lamplight, the sun always brought a different kind of pain. Yet… He doesn’t feel the need to complain about the sun right now.

Rather, he’s thankful for the sunlight to bless this man right beside him. Well, he should probably call him his boyfriend or his lover- His partner. It gives him a burst of joy blooming in his heart just admitting that new reality they brought. The light reflecting on his partner’s silver hair is brighter. It would be a joke to call him an angel despite his devilish nature. However the light makes his features softer.  

So this is what it feels like to have the forest and desert coexist. He imagined it would be their two worlds competing to conquer one another but it isn’t. When Kaveh closes his eyes, all he sees is an oasis. Cradled inside the divide between their two worlds. Instead of the flowers and the trees spreading their healthy roots into the dry dunes, it merely blooms new flowers on cactus. Instead of the desert drowning the shrubs and the vines in its grains, it merely offered gentle breezes and fluttering sands to keep them company.  They didn’t need to sacrifice their worlds for a, “better,” one. 

They just made space for the world they merged together. 

Kaveh smiles at the thought. They made space for themselves in their own worlds. One where they can be together and be separate without sacrificing their own needs and space. Kaveh is more than happy to sit in the oasis with Alhaitham resting peacefully. However, the Sumerian sun is glaring intensely from the window. It’s signaling for Kaveh to do the inevitable as the day goes on and on without them knowing. He sighs forlorn at the thought of leaving Alhaitham here on their bed. He’s spent his waking hours admiring his partner’s face. This time more lovingly, more open, more honest than the facade he’s been using. But they have a busy day today, or rather, it’s Alhaitham who has a busy day today. It’s Thursday today, which is one of the busiest days at his job. 

He props himself up to sit up. Looking back once more to the sleeping man beside him.  Unsure of whether he’s awake or not, he still does something even he himself is surprised to do. He leans down to kiss him on the forehead. A small greeting to start his day. 

He swings his legs to the side of the bed. Gripping the bedside table as a lifeline to aid him in standing up on shaky legs, Kaveh has to stop himself from falling. Damn this sexy man and his stamina. It’s difficult to try and walk right now but he makes due by hobbling his way to the kitchen. Where he starts the day with preparing a simple but hearty breakfast for the both of them. 

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“ALSWPOEIU-” 

Kaveh yells out in surprise when he hears something slam down nearby. He whips around to see Alhaitham standing there. Fuck, he didn’t hear him come into the kitchen. What is he doing? He’s just standing there, hunched down with his hand planted firmly on the kitchen counter. He feels a bit nervous, why is he just standing there? 

 “A-Hai…yi?” Kaveh calls out but jumps back in fear when he peaks up through his silver locks. Judging by the heavy breaths he’s exhaling and the dark look in his eyes, Kaveh’s in trouble. Deep trouble. But He doesn’t even know what he did wrong! Did- Did he misinterpret his words last night? Were they said during the moment, not his truest desire? 

“Kaveh.” Alhaitham growls it out, voice hinting an unavoidable danger. “What did you use!?” Kaveh flinches at the guttural shout Alhaihtam had used. He’s not used to hearing that from Alhaitham but it quickly disappears when his eyes follow Alhaitham’s finger pointing at the-... 

… 

“Pft- PWAHAHAHAAHHA!”

Kaveh bursts out laughing. The kind that has him holding onto his stomach for dear life from the sheer hilarity of the situation. Alhaitham grinds his teeth at his partner, cackling at him and his misery. His partner who is the culprit to the evident kiss marks littered across his body. 

“Don’t laugh.” Is all Alhaitham can grit out from sheer embarrassment. Alhaitham wouldn’t have minded it any other day. In fact, he would’ve been ecstatic to show off the marks his partner gave him. But today is not the day for that since he has a meeting with Inazuma delegates. The last reports he remembers from Panah is that the Electro Archon and the priestess of the Grand Narukami Shrine will be present as well. Fuck. He only has five hours to figure out how to remove the marks before his meeting in the afternoon. And his partner dying of laughter is not helping him with the crime he committed. 

“WHEEZEEEEE-” His partner really ticks him off. “Kaveh. Do something about this.” Alhaitham scowls at him, positively irritated at his lover. At the same time, he can’t help but sigh fondly at him. It’s a wonder how bells ring in his ears when Kaveh laughs like a dying bird. He moves from his place, approaching Kaveh and crowding him into the corner of the kitchen counters. 

“I- HAHAHAHA I can’t-.” Kaveh wheezes out. Still holding onto his stomach in pain before taking a deep breath to try and compose himself. A few giggles slipping out of his lips every now and then. He wipes a tear on his eye as he coughs out the amusement in his lungs. “I-It- It’s lip tint. It’s a *hehe* kind of lipstick that stains your lips without smudging it.” 

“Then find one. I have an important meeting to attend today.” Alhaitham all but pouts. Annoyed at the turn of events and at his lover for ignoring his plight. Seriously, what is he gonna do if he can’t take off the kiss marks? For once he’s actually thinking about his public image since the Inazuman delegates are here for their Archon and their nation. And looking like he got mauled by a certain pretty blond man. 

“As the Grand Sage?” Kaveh fires at him, flipping the eggs on the pan. 

“Acting Grand Sage.” Alhaitham spits back, rightfully stressed at how relaxed his lover is. “Don’t change the topic, Princess.” He grits out, coming to corner Kaveh on the kitchen counters while he cooks breakfast for the both of them. Which Kaveh promptly rejected with a push of a hand as cooking and horniness can lead to quite a disastrous and destructive fire. Though the flushed red on his ears tell a different story as he didn’t wholeheartedly reject his presence beside him while cooking. 

“Don’t worry Haiyi~. I’m sure it’ll disappear after bathing.” He purrs out, a spatula waving in the air to emphasize his point. 

“I already tried that when I washed my face.” Alhaitham snarks back, wrapping his arms loosely around Kaveh’s waist. 

“Did you try it with soap?”

 “...” 

“I thought so, we’ll see when we shower together.” 

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‘Dear Mrs. Myriam Castex,

Thank you for the gifts you have given me via mail. 

I am writing to inform you that the lip tints are successful products! I have been testing out one of the tubes you have sent that has a strawberry flavor. Some problems I have come across are the minty aftereffects when it dries. It stings a lot not only when applying but also the little wounds I have on my lips when chewing them. The shade of the color is too bright for everyday use, may I suggest that there be other shades before launching the product? 

And the main problem I came across is that the lip tints are quite effective in their goal of not smudging. It worked too well. 

I am quite embarrassed to admit it but I have tested out the product on my partner during an… intimate session. And It has been 3 days since then, 5 days once you have received this letter. That the kiss marks have yet to disappear on their own even after washing and removing it with regular makeup remover. I had to help my partner cover up the kiss marks on his face with makeup which is only a temporary fix for now. 

Once you receive this letter, please send a product to remove the lip tint on normal skin. 

Sincerely, Kaveh of Sumeru 

Light of Kshahrewar

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Fanfic 20 questions! I was gonna say 'fuck it I love talking about myself even if nobody tagged me' and then realized @hua-fei-hua already did like. Two weeks ago. Whoops aldsjf I don't check my mentions. ANYWAY THANKS HOMIE

1. How many fics do you have on AO3?

Currently 119. Should be 120 in a week or two

2. What's your total AO3 word count?

361,556 published. We can add another 60k that is written but unpublished for Monoceros Novae, 9k miscellaneous Hearthling notes, 24k unpublished honkai notes and another 50k in my general notes document.

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Actively rn, only Genshin and Honkai. I'll write for other stuff when I feel like it.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Missing Person - Hollow Knight, genfic, little ghost and Quirrel - 1500 kudos (this is why small fandoms are the best alsdfj)

I Need to Leave Him Before He Leaves Me - Genshin, Alhaitham/Kaveh - 987 kudos (helped a lot of people think about their autism with this one lmao)

Homeward Bound - Hollow Knight, genfic, little ghost and Quirrel - 757 kudos (Idk why this one blew up. Wasn't that great but I appreciate the attention. Probably people sorting by kudos)

How 4.1 Should've Gone - Genshin, Aether/Lyney kicking Wriothesley's ass - 656 kudos (First and only time rewriting canon. Surprised at how well received it was)

Abusing the World Tree - Genshin, Lumine/Scaramouche - 643 kudos (Yk I used to really hate this fic and I still do, but not as much as I used to. I still think the entire premise is Horror instead of cute, but I think I did good with the prompt. )

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

Always. I literally only write fanfic in order to connect with people alsdfj why the fuck wouldn't I take an opportunity to yap. I judge my success as a writer by how I make my readers feel/helping them realize something about themselves/etc and the communication is really fulfilling

I mean sometimes I don't reply if it's literally just like, a heart emoji, which I still appreciate but I don't have a lot to go off of there

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

probably the one where Steven Universe walks off a cliff on accident while he's sad and can't control his fall speed anymore and dies. I was much younger when I wrote it asldfkj.

7. What is the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

That I'm proud of? No clue. Probably another Steven Universe one where Steven and Connie went to prom.

I will say that A Bard Walks in and Hugs the Bartender is my favorite 'happy' ending fic because of a comment I got on it. It's a story about forgetting details about deceased loved ones and the guilt that comes with that and then comfort that that's a natural part of the process, and someone let me know that they felt so seen. They said the forgetting is a part of grieving that doesn't get addressed enough and it was so nice to see it in writing and I'm like. Pack it up boys we've officially won writing! My writing has fundamentally changed a real life person. I have achieved what I consider success.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Very rarely and usually unintentionally. Had a dude call Arlecchino a 'psychotic bitch' in a comment where they were genuinely trying to praise my writing, but on a fic intended to show her doing her best and I'm like. I don't really have the energy to debate why that was rude and I'm blocking you. Bro if you see this tumblr post and you didn't intend to, like, shit on the entire premise and everything I love about that character, hmu in DMs and we can talk asldfkj. Otherwise please find other authors to read

Otherwise I think I'm secure enough in my interests and unabashedly unashamed of anything Problematique I write that bullies decide to choose better targets?

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Yes and I've given up writing normal sex. I'm not good at it. I have a weird kind of medical kink where I think the word penis is sexier than cock and, yk, most people would disagree. I'm both better at writing gore and horror that achieves the same kind of intimacy with a slight sexual bend, and I get more fulfillment out of it. Anatomy of a Blade remains one of my proudest works.

Also I prefer writing it as a character study. I love finding jackoff material but I can't write it for shit. Pour one out for the authors doing what I can't asldkjf

10. Do you write crossovers? If so, what's the craziest one you've ever written?

Nah. The setting is usually so important to my interpretation of a character that I just Can't put them somewhere else. Same with AUs. I'd rather write an original story at that point. I will fantasize about it occasionally tho.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Yesn't? I've had a few lines ripped, especially for rarepairs, but I had such an unfortunate thing happen recently asdlkjf. This new author so excitedly asked me if they could use one of my fics for inspiration and I'm like "omg of course!!! I'm so flattered!" because I was! and then when they finished writing it and told me about it I was so excited to read it!!!

and then I did

I'm sitting here like "...Who's gonna tell them that this is actually plagiarism without embarrassing them and completely crushing their motivation to write ever again" asldfkjasdf;l

like OBVIOUSLY they were not trying to steal, because why the fuck would they announce it to me. But also I don't want them to be served a cease and desist later down the line so we had to have a little talk and it's all good now. I'm really excited to see what they write next!

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Supposedly! I've had several people ask me if they could and then just. Never followed up aldk;fskj. It's a shame because I'm absolutely fascinated by linguistics and would love to pick their brains about what translation choices they made and why.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Sorta? Ray did one chapter as an epilogue to one of mine, and I think I've worked with Sen a few times on shorter pieces. Otherwise I'm a bit of a selfish writer and a control freak adsljf

14. What's your all-time favorite ship?

Constantly changing. I'm currently on a Bootheng and Zhongxiao kick, tho once I watch more of Madoka Magica I'm probably gonna lose my mind over Homura/Madoka. Also Adora/Catra as I watch more Shera.

15. What's a wip you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

Literally too many to list. See question 1 and the 50k words worth of notes

I have so many ideas that I really need to pick and choose what I work on because there literally just isn't enough time in the world - unless I start doing cocaine or something, but even then I think I'd still have the same problem. Join my discord server if you're an adult and wanna hear me whine about it asdlfkj

16. What are your writing strengths?

Fitting body language and other scene description with dialogue. I don't see images in my head and I think in motion a lot, so I think I do a really good job of keeping a scene rolling while people are talking without having to bring everything to a screeching halt to describe, idk, the color of the carpet on the stairs.

Also emotional damage

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Probably longer works? I lose drive to work on anything over 6k words pretty easily and I also struggle with pacing. I'm insisting on finishing Monoceros Novae so it can be my first novel because everyone's first novel sucks ass. I'm getting it out of the way so my original works will hopefully go better asldkfj

Oh. Also what people look like. Fuck you you get a pronoun and maybe a hair color. If Martha Wells can do it with Murderbot, so can I lmao.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

Just for the love of God don't put it in italics unless you're making a point that the person using the other language doesn't use it naturally. I'd like to highlight the poem Kupu Rere Ke by Alice Te Punga Somerville for my feelings on it alsdkjf.

Also gonna copy stardustdiving's answer and say that it's great for multilingual characters and places it makes sense, but I personally think it's a little annoying when it's just a shippy pet name to be cute without, like, some kind of basis for it. Notably Childe calling Zhongli Xiansheng. It's fine if he would say that BUT HE WOULDN'T. He'd call him Mr., Sir or Motherfucker Ratbastard Whyaren'tyoudeadyet

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Undertale! Surprised at how well a lot of the fics have held up over the years.

20. Favorite fic you've written?

Changes a lot as I develop as a writer. I'm really proud of Frustrations of the Hunt and this is the vibe I want my original writing to have.

I'm also really proud of my one and only FMAB fic about Alphonse getting pants. It's more serious than it sounds.

I actually have a collection of my works that I'm really proud of too!

Let's tag @resplendent-chungus. Do it bitch /affectionate

[bellsxwriting]

٠ ࣪⭑ KARMA.- Scaramouche x reader

｡⋆｡ ﾟ☾ ﾟ｡ 8.Stalker alert

Quite honestly…you were dreading going to your lesson, twice a week you had world history; It was frankly a stupid lesson anyway, it was only made more painful by the appearance of none other than Kunikuzushi- sorry no, it was scaramouche now since he wanted to be edgy about it. Anyway, a lovely coffee with your best friend should lift spirits, Kaveh did have a habit of making you feel better, when he wasnt ranting about Alhaitham…which he seemed to be doing at this exact moment. 

“Honestly, and then you wont even believe what he said next!”

“Im sure I wont”, you grumbled, opening the door to the cafe. Ah, heaven. The smell of coffee, the light chatter of students and keyboards typing, scaramouche behind the counter- Wait…Scaramouche?? 

“You cannot be serious…” you made eye contact with the boy behind the bar, before he shrugged off your gaze and continued to work, Kaveh had picked up on this interaction before internally panicking

“Now Now Y/N, how about you dont get us banned from here by causing a fight?” He smiled nervously. 

“I wouldnt dream out it” You said behind grited teeth, making your way over to the counter. As you approached, he met your eyes once more, rolling them in annoyance. 

“What do you want” 

“Coffee…Evidently, Its why yaknow…Im in a coffee shop”, Kaveh tried to laugh off the awkward encounter by quickly ordering you two drinks, all while you and Scaramouche were sending eachother telepathic death threats with eye contact alone. He left to go make the drinks and you let out a sigh of relief. 

“You know you could take the high ground and just be nice to him?” He asked, testing the waters. You scoffed, Me? The high ground? Never. Before you had time to reply, you had snatched the drinks that were brought out, slamming your mora down, and strutting away, Kaveh hurriedly following in toe.

“If you want to know what happened love you can’t ignore him”, Kaveh said, sitting down in front of you.

"It's not that simple Kav...I'm still hurt over everything that happened, I don't want to form a friendship with him again or figure out what happened. He could just leave again. And...I feel like it would hurt more" He sipped his coffee in thought. In any case, he was now back, and eventually, you'll have to find out what made him leave all them years ago.

Previous . Next . Masterlist

Summary.- It’s been over 10 years since you last saw Kunikuzushi, back then he had blocked everyone and disappeared without a trace. Now, you’re in your second year of the Akademiya University. But what happens when a certain someone appears from your past, and now, with an entirely new personality?

A/N.- There's gonna be a little more writing in the next few chapters so I hope it's ok. I'm honestly really enjoying creating this! The last chapter did go up but my tumblr made it mature for some reason so check out the masterlist to find it!

Taglist <3

@yumi-genshin-writer@pinkiepiescanonn@kyouzki@royalz658@sagegreenthinks

[komorim]

when the sky weeps masterlist

-> a collection of one shots

[ synopsis. ] being immortal isn’t easy. having those around you age and soon wither away as you stay unchanging, with the only thing that’s different being the growth of loneliness that grows as the years pass. what’s even worse is the lack of those you loved.

[ content warnings. ] character death. angst.

[ author’s note. ] i know i said i’d cut back on the character death, but i was in a writer’s block and didn’t know what to write about. so when i finally had an idea, i took my opportunity and ran with it. plus, i feel like i’ve been writing a bit too much fluff recently :3

to explain very briefly, i’ll be having two collections of one shots, one being when the sky weeps, and the other being when the earth bleeds. as you can probably guess from the name, these will be angst collections!

these two collections are sister collections that kind of go hand in hand with the design and this will be a pair of genshin collections.

after i’m through with maybe two or three of these planned one shots, i might start writing alternate endings in which we can have a happy ending (hurt with comfort) instead of the sad endings (just hurt).

anyways, i hope you stay tuned for these!

[ status. ] ongoing

[ currently ] when the sky weeps: collection of six angst stories in which the reader is immortal and their lover is mortal

when the earth bleeds: collection of six angst stories in which the reader is mortal and their lover is immortal

[ 001. kamisato ayato ] to generations after us

[ 002. alhaitham ]

[ 003. diluc ragnvindr ]

[ 004. tighnari ]

[ 005. thoma ]

[ 006. childe ]

all works mentioned above belong to @komorim. do not translate, copy, or repost any works on this platform or any other.

[baby--b4t]

hey pookster i’m just leaving this here because I know you’d do justice if you ever made it into a minific :3

kaveh absolutely LOVES horror/creepy things, especially when regressed, but alhaitham can’t do it. like CANNOT.

sincerely, 🐠fishie anon :3

OH MY GODS ANON YOURE SAVING MY WRITERS BLOCK RN (º̩̩́⌣º̩̩̀ʃƪ) im gonna try and write a quick minific in hopes that itll make me wanna post more and work on my bots. ALSO TY FOR THINKING SO HIGHLY OF ME- i feel like my writing is mid but ill try my best for this silly idea (its super late as of replying to this so sorry if its a bit jumbled or doesnt make sense-)

(fic under cut)

Kaveh was supposed to be in bed hours ago. 5 hours and 38 minutes, to be persice. Alhaitham had been counting. He did everything he though would work to get Kaveh to finally lay down, close his eyes, and rest, but nothing was working. Warm bottle, bedtime stories (he had read 7 different stories at this point), and even trying different stuffed animals and pajamas. Nothing. Alhaitham was exhausted.

“Hayi? Do da tree birdies sleep? Wha’ about… Oh! Wha’ about da creepy crawlies in da kitchen?” Kaveh had been asking nonsense questions like these all night, part of the reason he was still awake at nearly 4 in the morning.

“I dont know, Kaveh. What I do know-… Wait, whats in the kitchen?” Alhaitham began to answer before he registered what kaveh had said. He sat up in the bed a little bit and looked down at Kaveh. “What did you just say is in the kitchen?”

“Da creepy crawlies!” Kaveh excitedly exclaimed, a wide smile forming behind his pacifier. “Dey have 6 leg, 3 eye- BIG eyes, and are really teeny tiny. Dey walk around in da dark and eat da bread! Dats why it has all da holes.” Kaveh started giggling, his tiredness clearly showing in his speech.

Alhaitham felt puzzeled. More than when he was trying to figure out why Kaveh wasnt sleeping yet. But what was getting to him the most was the though of some spider-like creatures crawling around in his food while he didnt look. He shuddered, the thought of bugs in general making him feel gross. He rubbed up and down his arms for a moment, trying to get rid of his goosebumps, before pressing further into this. Surely it was Kaveh just being silly… Right?

“How do you know this? Who told you about these… ‘Creepy crawlers’?” Alhaitham asked as he tried to fight the tiredness in his mind. This whole talk took a turn that was not helping his already fatigued state of mind.

“Dey told me! I got mad ‘cause my sandwich had holes, and I asked and dey told me.” Kaveh explained trough slurred giggles and mumbles. “Dey very small, so is easy to make holes. I scolded dem like you always do for da holes…” The more Kaveh explained, the more Alhaitham imagined a ton of ant-sized abominations crawling around their pantry. He shook his head and tried not to gag.

“Kaveh, I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but the ‘creepy crawlers’ arent real. You probably dreamt about them at some point.” Alhaitham tried to explain to Kaveh, but Kaveh didnt seem to want to believe it.

“What?!” He sat up in the bed with Alhaitham, jaw dropping and his pacifier almost falling out. “But.. But dat were so cute-“ He felt himself tearing up over the fact that the little creatures he thought were so adorable werent actually real. Alhaitham sighed, realizing that now he had to deal with a meltdown.

“How about you go to sleep so you can dream about them? Does that sound like a good idea?” He suggested as he tried to coax Kaveh into laying down again. The poor baby was so tired at this point he didnt realize that Alhaitham was moving him. It did seem to stop his oncoming waterworks, however.

Kaveh gave a small nod and snuggled back up with Alhaitham. It seemed like as soon as his head hit the pillow, he was in a deep sleep. That baffled Alhaitham. How in the world would Kaveh be so willing to dream about thousands- No, millions of little spiders in his food? If Alhaitham saw them, he would already have a match in hand to burn the house down.

However, Kavehs great big imagination never failed to impress Alhaitham. He just seemed to show it so much more whenever he regressed. A soft sigh came from Alhaitham, just accepting it. His little Kaveh would just have that sort of creepy imagination and he couldnt stop it… But he would still be checking the entire house for bugs when they woke up. No ‘creepy crawlers’ get to live rent free.

[pitxroxas]

The castle of my heart, the places to come back. You… it’s you…

Welcome to my blog!

Hi there!!

‘m PitXRoxas, and welcome to this hell of a blog!! Make yourself at home! Or not! Idk! I don’t dictate your life choices!! Side Blog (@roxasxpit) <- kinda just exists

discord: (@pitxroxas) alt (@pittosilver)

Basic Info: -PitXRoxas, Leo, Pit, Roxas -Minor (16+) -He/They -Biromanic Aromanic Asexual -Non-binary (Questioning Gender Fluid) -Mentally ill (MDD + Anxiety) -Assigned Autistic by all my friends + my partner (personally i have 0 idea how to feel about this!!) -Undiagnosed OSDD-1b System [Icarus System] -Taken!! -Fanfic Writer -Vocalist (Soprano) [Youtaite] -Flutist -Theatre kid (kinda) -Newbie Audio Mixer

Interests + Kins + Favorites: Interests: -LU + LoZ (Linked Universe, Legend of Zelda) -Ensemble Stars -Genshin Impact -Honkai Star Rail -Monster Hunter -Project Sekai -Elsword -Alicia Online -Writing -Art -Music Kins: -Childe/Tartaglia (Genshin Impact) -Razor (Genshin Impact) -Yanfei (Genshin Impact) -Zhongli (Genshin Impact) -Venti (Genshin Impact) -Leo Tsukinaga (Ensemble Stars) -Hokuto Hidaka (Ensemble Stars) -Leonardo (RoTTMNT) -Ravio (LU) -Wild (LU) -Wind (LU) -Sky (LU) -Time (LU) -Link (LoZ:SS) Favorites: [Produced, Ensemble Stars] -Tsukasa Suou -Ibara Saegusa -Wataru Hibiki -Eden -Knights -Valkyrie [Mained, Genshin Impact] -Aether (Anemo) -Venti -Kazuha -Kaeya -Childe/Tartaglia -Diluc -Alhaitham [Mained, Elsword] -Bluhen (Ain) -Richter (Ain) -Luciel (All paths except 4th) [Shipped, Ensemble Stars] -Shukasa (Shu, Tsukasa) -Shumika (Shu, Mika) -Izuleo (Izumi, Leo) -Sorakasa (Sora, Tsukasa) -PolyEden (Nagisa, Hiyori, Jun, Ibara) -Narumika (Arashi, Mika) [Shipped, Genshin Impact] -Cheaya (Childe x Kaeya) -Childe x Zhongli [Shipped, Project Sekai] -Ruikasa (Rui, Tsukasa) -Polyshow (Rui, Nene, Tsukasa, Emu)

BYF + DNI BYF: -I swear. Alot. -I keysmash alot -Self Depreciation (not the illness just the act) is something common you'll see with me -I overshare... -i use caps -I tend to be hard on myself (this comes with self depreciation) -you WILL get loved on -'m stubborn -i tend to make weird noises in text (like uuee or uuwahh or waah!!) -if a fictional character has a pet phrase or something like that, i'll pick it up. (ex. "Umu!!" "uuchuu!") -I apologize a LOT -i tend to speak my mind alot, usually little to no filter -i get high energy sometimes and i jump from thought to thought / really disorganized -i ask questions alot im so sorry (< oops doing it again) -yeah i do (<this) -i say "kms" a lot -if i simply Do Not like you i'll create a very silent boundary on that DNI: -Zionists, Genocide deniers, If you dislike or heavily dislike any of my likes i listed above, Homophobes, Transphobes, Xenophobes, Any type of hate group does not get my respect nor attention— its an immediate block, thank you.

Tags: #Leo speaks (<- General me posts, this can be from SPP posts to me just talking) #Leo speaks with all his heart (<- tag only appeared once, but its when I get really emotional about stuff, only applies to my posts) #Delete soon (delete never) (<- Venting, block this tag if you legit dont wanna see me vent. These posts are NON-REBLOGGABLE for a reason.) #(Username) (<- ex. tia tag!!!, these tags are for my mutuals /friends who appear in my askbox or rbs. DM me if you simply Do Not want a nickname or a specialized tag)

[navxry]

Rate your friends

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well damn alright fine LMAO

My mutuals from discord and/or Tumblr (utc cause the post is LONG)

Carmine: def a 100/10 if I have to be honest. They dealt with me SO much and my absolute nonsense as well since 2020, no words can describe how much I appreciate them for being there with me in my highest and lowest of my era. I also love terrorizing them with my muses (Lyney simp in denial), and I dont regret at all meeting and befriending them. Love you bestie <3 /p

Ryan: also a 100/10, I genuinely owe him a lot for helping me realize just. how certain things in life isn't 'normal' and fueling my brainrot/s so much. We both had so much to talk abt during the 3 years I've known him (and we're still friends to this day!), and Goddamn do I enjoy playing games w/ him and esp abt our current hyperfixations (Persona and Raincode. I still want to rattle your Yuma bot you little shit /t)

Esther (@mixed-kester) : I just met you like months ago when I first joined astronetwrk, and tbh I genuinely am v happy to have met you and enabled you BAHAHAHAHA I've been friends with her for a while but its so fun just going through the plot + AUs, and also going through pain (and making me go through a crisis with enabling and "NO YOU DID SO MUCH FOR ME" "NO, I DIDNT" LMAOOOO). Yeah, there were times when we both have our disagreements, but I genuinely could never ask for a better friend to yell at Tinuvion/Kunimitsu and the rarepare between Wanderer and Kaeya than her.

Meirin (@meimeimeirin) : I'LL SAY THIS ONCE AND I'LL SAY IT AGAIN: You are so cool and amazing and I'm so amazed with how you deal with my nonsense. I never saw an opportunity to talk to you outside of being on anon back then, and I genuinely thought that it won't be possible, but when EBG happened? I saw it and took it. You were so so so enjoyable to talk to, to rant about the entire event, and even after that, I enjoyed talking to you about even your simping with Zhongli and Alhaitham! I also enjoy bouncing off ideas with our threads (even if I have them on hold, I swear I'll reply to them orz). You're the sweetest person I've known and I am so, so glad to have met you and got to know you as a friend ;v; you also inspired me in writing for Genshin and for my faves, and for also sharing my thoughts on my sona and my selfships. I know you're busy but I hope you can see this because I genuinely appreciate you /pos

Yami (@pastel-rights) : YOU'RE SUCH A GOOD ARTIST WHAT THE HELL— honestly, how the fuck do you deal with me, Sam and Tae? (/lh) like I genuinely am so surprised I'm actually friends w/ you, but in a good way because you are?? So cool?? I swear I sometimes admire your art and when I say I wanna eat it, I would. You're such a good friend and I wish we can talk more fr

Tae (@nice-chiaki) : My first victim (/j), but really, I am in awe that I've met you in the mun's corner. I saw your blog with Itha and I genuinely loved interacting with him— your muse of him helped a lot in bringing me out of my idv writer's block slump because I had no ideas and ooooh, genuinely having you on vc and hearing/seeing you go through your cycles and bs with Sam and Yami (and Fifi as well) is the funniest thing. I also hate you (/exag) for the fandubs, and you making me go through a huge moment with Andrew and Cro. 0/10 wont recommend voicing villains (/j /j)

Sam (@paperbcy) : You are the biggest menace I know, and tbh I wonder if you're like a mirror to my menace self /j, but I'm kidding BAHAHAHAHA. I dont regret enabling you so much for your immorphy AU and our own shared AUs, and I sometimes wonder what would happen if I hadn't met you, Tae and Yami. Also, do not pull Father on my inbox ty

Fifi (@fffiii) : You dealt with my ass for years and I honestly question how you're still sane BAHAHAHAHA, but fr, even till now we're still together from 2016 - 2017(?) and I cannot stop but wonder how long it's been. It was v fun just looking back on our days at Q and even now, and I still appreciate you for everything even if you're a bigger menace than me.

Shiro (@leftdestiny-posts) : We may not talk as much or as often, but you are so kind and ouuuu you make me ;-; honestly. I am v thankful for you in dealing with my brainrot over TCO (which! I plan on revisiting and reviving as a long drawn series haha), and I hope that we talk more often when you have the time (ofc, no pressure!)

Ying (@yinyinggie) : OOOOH YOU'RE SO SWEET AND LUCIEN/YUZU TOO LIKE AUGHHH, I genuinely love you both as mods in astronetwrk AND outside of it. I genuinely appreciate you as a mod and a friend in keeping the server together and hosting games for us, and even when those went awry (read: the mafia game), you and the others made sure we had fun anyway and prioritized our comfort, which is so?? sweet??? I genuinely wish I can hug you and I wish we can speak more orz ily /p

There are more but I can't remember them all so o7 o/ hope this is enough anon

[imjustabeanie]

Matchup exchange with @ddora-kken

So sorry it took so long ^^'

OBEY ME

Your obey me match is….Simeon!

It was between him and Satan but Satan’s baggage is a mess that’s why I thought someone gentle like Simeon would suit you more. There was also Solomon today and I don’t know how he just stuck so much! From what I understood about you, you’re friendly, artistic and quite energetic! You seem like a passionate and sensible soul. Simeon can match your pace but still guide you gently to keep you safe.

You two met at a type of brainstorming event for writers (I just came up with it). In short, you got paired as a team and had to write mini stories in specific teams. It lasted 3 days and you bonded very well! So well that you started having weekly meetings lol. At first you shared writing tips, with Simeon being more experienced. And then it went into your likes and dislikes. This relationship is a slow burn/friends to lovers. None dares to make the first move for months. That’s until Luke has enough and somehow manage to spill the beans about how much Simeon talks about you. Quite a funny way to ask you out no?

Simeon is a gentleman and a subtle lover. He shows his love through actions and words. He always supports you, advise you and is just present for you to vent. He also does his best to make your life more comfortable by doing chores for you and remembering the little things you like. For exemple, you get a pastry from him each day. On special occasions, he even goes out of his way to plan a special date and gifts you first prints of your favorite books. He also likes classics and if he can’t find the first print he might give you one from his personal collection.

It doesn’t mean that you two don’t have quality time together! He makes it a mission to spend every night in your shared home. His favorite moment each day is cooking dinner with you and then just relaxing in the same room. He lovingly calls you his muse because his art blocks just melt away after spending time with you. It’s quite frequent to enter your house and find both of you in what you can call a hobbit room. You’re either found drawing/reading and he is found writing, brainstorming or watching you. He insists on these moments because they’re quite relaxing and he wants to lessen your stress. When you get insecure he has none of that and just showers you in compliments. He loves you as you are, you are not too emotional or anything.

You’d introduce him to more outdoor activities not gonna lie. Cuz he loves the thrill but doesn’t know where to find it. He’d insist on exploring the human world with you and actually has a scrapbook with all your favorite memories like an old fashioned man. Speaking of that….please teach him how to use a phone. He still sends letters and even sent a pigeon once!

GENSHIN (SUMERU):

Now….none is Sumeru fits you more than Kaveh. Yeah it’s nice to have a calmer partner, but one that’s wilder than you also makes for a pretty good mix.

Kaveh is a very passionate scholar, I believe you two met at the Akademia. You are from Haravatat and you two had to work together on a renovation project of some ancient structure. Contrary to what everyone thought, you two got along quite well. He was a bit judgmental given how Alhaitham and Faruzan are but in the end was genuinely surprised. You both respect each other and share the same passion in your respective fields. At the end of the collaboration he found himself yearning for more. That’s why he asked you on dates using ‘exploring and studying ancient architectures’ as an excuse to gawk at you and not the building. He confessed drunk after he walked to your house instead of his.

Listen to me, the moment he can run away from Alhaitham house he will. So the moment you ask him to live with you his bags will be ready. But this time he will ask for your opinion while decoration it and will drag you with him for shopping when you want. His dream is to build your dream house and he’s actually saving for it! He wants it to be a surprise and the ultimate proof of his love.

Despite his energetic self, he actually enjoys recharging at home with you. When he finds you reading or writing he will just make you a cup of tea and kiss your forehead gently. He calls you his muse and has a plethora of nicknames for you. His love language is a big mixt. He’s of everything! He brings you flowers, treats you like a princess and plans dates on social occasions! Kaveh is emotionally intelligent so he can also predict your moods and acts accordingly. He may not know how to give advices but he’s the best emotional support one could ask for.

Kaveh often comes to you for book recommendations. When he finishes the books he loves discussing them with you. Especially if he got surprised by an element in the plot! Kaveh likes rambling a lot because he feels comfortable around you. He’s always talking about his new plans or complaining about people. The only thing he won’t share are the surprises he plans for you. Unfortunately, he also won’t share his troubles because he doesn’t want to burden you or cause another accident similar to what happened with his father… He’d rather suffer than to share his burdens. It will take him time and patience on your part for him to open up fully. For a shining star like him he is blind to his light. That’s the only issue in the couple I guess.

In your house, Kaveh will definitely plan for a drawing room cuz you both need it! Plus, he gives nice drawing tips. Kaveh sometimes get frustrated when you don’t get the hint so he’ll tell you in a pouty voice but means no harm. Your relationship is very lively and adventurous. Yet you two find earth in your house together to not lose your train of thoughts.

GENSHIN (LIYUE)

Liyue was very difficult…but in the end Baizhu won. This relationship surprised most people in Liyue but who are they to judge.

You two met by pure accident in the forest. You found a nice writing spot and he somehow got lost. He was very tired so you helped him out. Not gonna lie he got embarrassed at being seen in that state. That’s why he insisted on repaying you anyways possible and you two started arguing because you didn’t want it. Suddenly, rain started to pour and you two hid in a cavern of some sort. With Changsheng giving her two cents every two seconds and the hour long rain, it was bound for both of you to talk to avoid creating an awkward atmosphere! You two did get along, when you mentioned drawing Baizhu was interested. He also draws but its plants. He invited you to show his drawings and share a warm cup of tea. That’s how you somehow became a friend. The romantic relationship took time to form but he finally confessed after your wild personality got you into trouble and he patched you up. He realized loosing you was out of the question and asked you out.

Baizhu love language is peculiar. He shows his love by making sure you’re healthy (ironic coming from him cough-). At first it will be overbearing to be introduced to so many herbal teas and healthy foods but he’ll do his best to make you like them. He doesn’t focus on the appearance aspect at all, he just wants you to be healthy internally if it makes sense. He’ll calm down your acne and helps you reduce your stress. Heck I even see the two of you practicing a sport together after Changsheng accused him of not following his own sport advices. It’s the reason why both of you take yoga classes. Baizhu also loves giving you gifts. He knows he is busy, he doesn’t spend as much time as he wishes with you and sometimes he isolate himself so you won’t get sick. He tries to make up for it and actually loves cuddling with you (you introduced him to it. He was too shy at first lol). But he still compensates by getting you gifts and preparing a drawing/writing room with the best materials for you. He also gets you a new flower with a new meaning each day and writes you a loving word. When he works for over a day, he brings you a new book. He actively hunts for first prints of your favorites and surprises you with them at anniversaries.

Baizhu can’t really adventure but he tries for you lol. He also tries to endanger himself less and is more actively searching for an immortality solution. He knows his days are numbered and doesn’t want for his life to end tragically when he just met his love! When he finally spills the beans about his condition, he fully expects you to leave him. You’re angry, which is understandable, but he is surprised that you stay and just scold him for his silence. Your relationship became stronger after this.

You and Baizhu are an odd couple. While you are adventurous, wild and emotional, he is logical, sly and secretive. Despite this his love is pure as you became his Raison d'être.

[emanation-aura]

ask game!

7. What is your deepest joy about writing?

10. Has a piece of writing ever “haunted” you? Has your own writing haunted you? What does that mean to you?

18. Choose a passage from your writing. Tell me about the backstory of this moment. How you came up with it, how it changed from start to end.

25. What is a weird, hyper-specific detail you know about one of your characters that is completely irrelevant to the story?

28. Who is the most delightful character you’ve ever written? Why?

This is a response to this post about questions for writers!

7. deepest joy about writing?

Definitely the feeling. The emotion and being cathartic. Writing has been and probably will always be an outlet for me; I love pouring emotion onto the page and receiving comments from people who say same, yes, I felt the same way. Not as eloquently as that, usually, but I take great pride in making my work feel alive, and having others feel something from my work— it makes me even more honoured/excited when what a reader takes from the fic is different to what I wrote into it.

10. has a piece of writing "haunted" me, my own or otherwise? what does that mean?

I talked about it in another answer to this ask game, but these two fics [Only Human, Attack on Titan (tw graphic self-harm) and The Shape of Grief, Maze Runner (tw grief, suicide, psychological torture)] were absolutely fundamental to me. They haunted, and continue to haunt me to this day. I can't place exactly why, although I imagine the heavy themes have something to do with it, but. The slow, agonising prose of The Shape of Grief inspired how I write about emotion today. Only Human told me something about tenderness and care that I keep expressing in my works.

I guess they not so much haunt as keep me company. I don't consciously think about them all the time, but they left something indelible in me that will never go away; and in turn, I let pieces of them "haunt" my own writing, too.

18. Choose a passage from my work, and explain it— backstory, details, how it was written start to finish.

(Genshin Impact fic below! If you're not into Genshin this may not make much sense.)

A flash of lightning from the corresponding i, splitting apart the twisting lines that make up the letter s, a green serpent that writhes in uncomfortably lifelike agony. Swiftly transforming the a into a large valley, the n from nisut crash-lands from the sky, bending and twisting until it is a ruler rising from his throne, sands pouring from his hand. With one swipe of the simplistic brown line, the u rises up as a grand palace door in front, and behind it rises a seemingly endless series of pillars— the slideshow pauses, then, and the letter-characters recombine to brand this grand structure Khaj-Nisut.

This is part of Cyno/Staff of Scarlet Sands section for A Blade Against the World, a work of mine exploring the thematic elements of characters and their "signature" weapons. (I'll very behind because Tighnari/Hunter's Path threw me into writer's block. I've started on Tighnari & Cyno, and have vague plans for Alhaitham, Wanderer, and Dehya.)

Anyway, this passage makes reference to the Deshret script seen all across the desert. Like Egyptian hieroglyphics, they're pictographic—each letter represents a concept. Cyno is currently in King Deshret's Mausoleum trying to decide beween the Key of Khaj-Nisut and Staff of Scarlet Sands, and this pictographic display is done by the characters that compose Khaj-Nisut.

The slideshow represents the history of the Great Red Sand: the lightning splitting apart the serpent is The Usurper/Primordial One vanquishing the seven Dragon Sovereigns, specifically Apep. The n crashlanding into a valley and rising to become a ruler with sand pouring from his hand references Deshret's descension: he was once a "son of the sky" (according to the chinese version of The Lay of Al-Ahmar) who was exiled to Teyvat and became a God-King. The n from the Deshret Script is fitting here because it is Sacred Seal: Right to Rule, a "spitting image of a ruler seated upon a throne". Finally, the u (Sacred Seal: Grand Door: "silhouetted shape of a stone door from an ancient palace") represents the rise of Khaj-Nisut as a city-state.

25. Weird, hyper-specific yet irrelevant detail you know about one of your characters?

Hmm... let me give an answer for both the fandoms I actively write for now.

Genshin: In Structural Isomerism, where mad scientist Sucrose accidentally reverse-engineers the element of Time via Anemo, I imagine that Lisa (who doesn't even appear in the fic!) ends up actually going into retirement, even quitting as a librarian, because of the stress that the aftermath of this incident causes (she probably has to clean up and figure out who the hell showed up and turned Albedo back into chalk).

Persona 5: Whenever I write, I keep in mind that Akechi actually is slightly envious of Sumire's gymnastic ability, even though he's disgusted by the way she was brainwashed by Maruki and so weak-willed. He justifies it as he wants flexibility and skill for Metaverse killing, but actually it makes something deep inside hurt to see someone wholeheartedly devoted to a single, transcendental dream against all odds. This has never come up in any fic I write, though, and the sole thing this idea does it affect how I characterise Goro talking with Sumire.

28. Most delightful character you’ve ever written and why?

(Persona 5)

Goro Akechi, without a single doubt. My Joker Palace fic(s) are set from his perspective most of the time (because Akira is indisposed by the cognitive hell of hating himself so much that he has a Palace :P), and he is truly delightful to explore.

Goro is violent and standoffish and cold, but he also cares (for Akira) in ways that make little sense to even himself. He is a living contradiction, acting and justifying his own actions in a way that suggests neither outright guilt/remorse nor total callous disregard. He isn't exactly at peace with his spotty past with serial killing and working for Shido, but he's also accepted every aspect of himself and won't hide behind another Detective Prince mask again out of a desire to be liked or respected. He will forge ahead in the world on his own terms, knowing that his past may permanently stain him but at least it is part of the true him, no matter what (especially poignant with Maruki arc). I've had so much fun with the violent swear-y inner monologue, balanced with moments of painful self-reflection about the nature of his and Akira's relationship. He is simultaneously very self-aware and also very oblivious about aspects of himself and others, and I think that it's a challenging but fun balancing act.

Example of a moment I enjoyed writing very much:

“Are you going to fight me?” Goro asks impatiently, done with this farce of Akira, the impostor wearing his face in a heart of distorted lies. “Or are you going to disarm me again and again, ever since you let me in here?” Because Akira— Cognitive Akira— has done nothing but surrender his heart to Goro over and over again. It’s just a tad insulting when Goro is his former assassin and serial killer, being allowed to walk all over his heart’s defenses without even a will of rebellion to keep him out. (Where is Akira’s Persona, anyway?)

[hiraya-rawr]

hi there!!!

so like i’ve been following you for a long time now and your fluffy writing always makes me squeal twirl my hair kick my legs like a little girl

i just. need advice. i have a few drafts and i just UGHH i have so little motivation to write or do ANYTHING and writers block is hitting me like a brick

they’re just small fluffy oneshots so idk why im struggling so much 💀😭😭

if ur wondering what the fics are its

1. braiding diluc’s hair

2. burnt out!reader and alhaitham (request)

i wanna continue them bcs i like the ideas and what i’ve wrote so far but it feels like my writing skills slipped through my fingers ☹️☹️

burnout reader fics are so ironic when you're stuck in your drafts 😭 but anyway hii!! aaah a long time follower? 🥹 im so touched dhjshejxjd

tbh as a student with a full schedule, the way i try to tackle all my drafts and coms is to. . . schedule it too. at least 20 minutes a day. I bring up a timer, or use a pomodoro timer online, and I time 20 minutes of writing.

at the very least, you get a little bit of progress on your works each day! most of the time i actually get into the mood and write more than 20 mins. you know that saying "fake it till you make it"? i force myself to start and it comes naturally near the end!

on the other hand, I also try to search up a playlist before working! writing angst? search for sad music. writing fluff? sappy songs! it wires your brain to be in the mood of what you're writing so that helps me :)) hope this helps!

[chafelis]

RULES┊BFYI & DNI┊CHARACTER LIST

disclaimer ; as a writer i am not obligated to respond to asks if i don't want to answer them ! please do not act entitled in my inbox i will block you !

RULES ;

please have your age somewhere on your blog before interacting with me! it can be in your title or pinned post, i will block you if you don't! if you don't feel comfortable sharing your age publicly feel free to shoot me an anon ask with your age and username so that doesn't happen

after consideration i've decided this blog can be 17+ however i don't feel comfortable with minors engaging with my nsfw content ! i can't really regulate who actually consumes my content or know who lies about their age on the internet so this is my way of accepting that. i will however block minors that engage with any nsfw posts!

i write noncon, dubcon, & stepcest; these are all very triggering & i am doing it to get over my own trauma. i understand these are very triggering topics for many people & i hope you proceed carefully as you consume my content. you curate your internet experience and i set clear disclaimers on all my works.

as such i need you to understand i am not romanticizing abuse & rape and that you as a reader have to differentiate what i am writing from reality. don't come into my inbox acting as morality police you will be blocked!

DNI ;

basic dni criteria, hoyoverse dick riders ( don't get me started on sumeru defenders please block me if you think hoyo being blatantly colorist and racist is okay )

i write gender-neutral readers with occasional afab inserts in some nsfw posts. try your best not to send in highly gendered asks unless i have expressed interest in such as it makes me feel dysphoric.

i highly appreciate feedback!! i won't sugarcoat one of the reasons i abandoned @/99-nct because i wasn't getting feedback on my posts which sounds silly but it really isn't. i put out content for free and to have the likes and no reblogs is disheartening. the number of followers is insignificant to me unless people engage with my work. i want to know if you enjoyed my writing, if you didn't like it, and how can i do better ? i'm not an unfeeling robot and enjoy chatting so don't feel afraid to send in asks. i also enjoy helping people out with genshin so feel no shame in asking for advice!

CHARACTERS I WRITE FOR ;

GENSHIN

i won't write for characters like klee, diona, qiqi, sayu, nahida, or yaoyao!! i also see fischl as a minor and as such won't really write anything for her. i see the rest of the genshin cast as young adults, we may have different headcanons so don't bring age discourse on this blog. genshin purposefully keeps ages ambiguous to cater to a large audience and we all have our own interpretations of characters, and it's important to note that i see the travelers as adults and will write nsfw content of them.

current favorites ; kazuha, wanderer / scaramouche, xiao, ayato, lumine, yae miko, raiden shogun / ei, alhaitham, wriothesley, arlecchino

HONKAI STAR RAIL

i obviously will not write for characters like bailu clara and hook! i see yanqing, qingque, and lynx as teens and they don't tug my neurons so sorry, unless they act as an enabler to another relationship i won't write anything! i'm confused on pela's age ... mihoyo isn't good at keeping track of their timeline so she is off the table for now ( sorry pela enjoyers ) and i have no thoughts on arla & asta ... they are cute but i'm not interested in writing for them

current favorites ; blade, jingyuan, kafka, astral express crew, luocha, jingliu, topaz, any of the aeons ( i haven't figured out how to fuck a concept but trust when i say i will find a way ) yukong, phantylia, sampo

DON'T SEND ME ASKS WITH ;

i won't touch ddlg & age play, scat, watersports, vore, race play, beastiality, vomit, mommy / daddy, yandere! reader, or explicit pedophilia, and some others things that aren't coming to mind right now. i will probably add to this list because i occasionally get asks that make me feel uncomfortable.