#aether scribe

[terra-tortoise]

MothersOnlySon (#96380840) for dtday

[meanderingstream]

See my vision: Breanna as the secret time-traveling daughter from the future of Hardison and Parker.

You know all those comic plot lines where the teenage/young adult child of the main character(s) time travels back and meets their parents before they are born? Basically that, where Breanna is that trope and she travels back and ends up working with her parent's old crew before she was born while in secret she works to repair the time travel technology so she can get back.

Maybe it's an AU and she wasn't with Nana for as long and only got there when she was 17/18 but needed someplace she could trust and she knew where Nana would be (moved around a lot less than her parents and had reason to take in a lone teenager without having to reveal time travel stuff) and it's gonna take a few years but she will get back. Or maybe it's not an AU and something went really wrong with the future and she has been at Nana's since she was 11/12 because she was sent back to escape a terrible fate and she wants to do everything she can to prevent it. And she's worried about upsetting space-time, or preventing her own birth.

(I personally don't see Parker getting pregnant intentionally, but just maybe, if things were super, super chaotic, maybe including getting stranded on a desert island or something for a bit, I could see her somehow not figuring out exactly what was going on until after like 23 weeks).

But then it starts to get closer to Breanna's birth, and she has seen Doctor Who, has seen the episode "Father's Day" where when Rose holds herself as a baby, it creates a paradox and calls a time reaper into the room with them. Breanna would very much like to NOT be attacked by time reapers. (whether or not this is actually how time travel works here doesn't matter so much when Bre considers it a distinct possibility and is working off that fear). So she frantically starts trying to hasten her time machine fixing, but the others figure out something is wrong, there's some sort of catalyst, and she eventually comes clean to them.

She has to go back, and they help her finish the machine fixes and get there. She says goodbye and she is going to miss them but she's just going back to older versions of them. They're going to miss her, but they realize they will meet her again (for the very first time) quite soon.

Anyway, I just think it could be a cool concept to play around with.

[lilimalia]

PENPALS // alhaitham

SYNOPSIS... where a far overworked employee takes to participating in The Steambirds newest news program, 'Penpal System'. Only to fall horribly in love with your penpal buddy... who’s also someone you know?

CHARACTERS... alhaitham (al-haitham?), kaveh, sumeru npc's, nahida/kusanali, aether (traveller), 4ggrevate + more!

DISCLAIMERS... , female reader, 3.2 archon quest spoilers, small enemies to lovers, cursing, aether traveller, very nerdy + silly reader who is soo emotionally stunted, not proofread

BARISTA'S INTEL... posting this like a year after I pulled alhaitham during his first banner o7... Anyways this fanfic went through so many revisions I hope yall enjoy (alhaitham loml <3)

CAFE TUNE... love story // Indila

LETTER X: Promotion

Working with a boss who is self-sufficient and only prioritizes finishing his nine to five job may actually just kill you.

Even if he’s really, really, really, cute.

Ever since the "great all-mighty" Alhaitham and the hero nicknamed 'The Traveler' saved your "wonderful" Sumeru. A day with the notorious 'Acting Grand Scribe' of Sumeru's Akademiya typically goes like this;

You wake up from a half satisfying sleep, realizing you've once again spent your night face smushed across the hard cold wooden desks of The House of Daena's library. Students who had a life less toxicating then your own; stared, whispering a far bit louder then what they thought would be out of range. Your eyes droop in defeat, having given up frantically -well, to the onlookers, maniacally- explaining that your boss was an egotistical know-it-all that forced you to stay late nights. At some point, all reason to argue became needless months after serving as Alhaitham's secretary.

Staggering half-mindedly down the pavilion, Sumerian robes fluttering loosely around your body as you swipe them sleeves closer to your chest, you tilt your nose up to the aroma of fresh baking from the stalls below. A savory smell of spices licks at your senses as you wander closer to the trail of delectable food waiting for you. It barely takes more than a minute for you to come waddling into Lambad's Tavern

Your daily saving grace, as you peak through the windows, eyes shocking open.

Peering over the windows, you glance nervously side to side as you scour the filled tables for signs of silver flickering hair adorned with a snobby headset of golden. A relieving sigh flies past your lips when you find that no such person exists. At least... In the Tavern.

Although, a tall brunette man peers above the counters, wooden dishes in hand as he notices you. Chuckling knowingly as he serves his customers, watching you stalk his windows. Like a creep-

Goodness, sometimes you almost felt bad for Lambad...

Motioning for you to come in, relief overtakes as you stomp in satisfied, waving politely and flashing a sweet cheery smile at the regulars as you march towards Lambad's bulky figure, his muscles flexing as he waves happily.

"[Name]! It's been only half a day since your last visit! I trust you're still buried head to toe in paperwork? Come, have a seat!"

Graciously, he leans over the table, pulling out a barstool for you as he hunkers back, grabbing a bottle of something underneath.

"Archons grace, you're such a sweetheart Lambad... You're way too kind. You have no idea. Gods, sometimes, I don't even know if I'm dreaming or wide awake and still working this hellish job!! Pleaseee Lambad... You've have got to save me!" Rambling on and on, you thump on the stool, groaning instantly as you slump over the counter, stretching your hands over your face.

Pulling down your cheeks with your hands, a quiet dramatic sob leaves your drained face as you stare all sopping like at the man.

Pouring out a baby yellow drink out of the bottle, Lambad pushes forward a chilled glass, adorned with small chunks of Zaytun peaches. Your mopey eyes trail to the faint sweet smell, launching out to pull the drink in as you place your chin on it.

Ahh... Sweet refreshing cold.

"Oh wow... Sure sounds like you've been through a lot [Name]! Here, try this new peach lassi I came up with recently! It'll be sure to cheer up your stomach at the very least! We can't have Sumeru's best worker going around on an empty stomach now can we!"

Sipping at the drink, the smooth texture of the yogurt mixed drink softens down your throat. An icy touch following with as the sour sweetness beckons you.

Whenever hungry, overworked, and far to underpaid to give enough of a damn, you could always count on Lambad Tavern.

Lambad himself was so used to listening to your daily problems he'd had learn overtime how to soothe your bitter heart. A nice new treat and the bonus of a bar seat left you no room for complaint. Often, he'd make sure to leave a small key underneath a nearby bush, hidden safely in a stowed away box.

Months back, when your boss had first been appointed at his position, and those darn Akademiya scholars had deemed you the perfect candidate to be his dog, Lambad had requested the Kshahrewar Darshan students to craft a small box for the extra key. A distinctive little wooden keep, shaped like a leaf with several knobs pointing out like twigs. Upon his request, the darshan had taken extra care to make the box as interesting and interchangeable as possible.

It made for a good pass time as you spent dewy, chilled mornings, left locked outside your apartment (archons forbid you remember the akasha terminals password for it) as you spent your early hours spent on a bench. Leaning over your crossed legs, you'd nit-pick on the box for hours, fiddling with the pin tumblr locks as you held the box close. Listening for small clicks left behind as the springs allowed for one lock to unlock another.

Zoning back in, you come to notice the lack of sweet yogurt lassi left in your chilled glass. Droplets now trickling down the sides of your glass as they collect, condensation pooling over your stunned fingertips wrapped around from the time you spent spaced out.

.

.

.

"Are you back yet' scholar? You blanked out longer than usual this time around. Hey, you spent so long thinking about whatever caused you to mope this time around, that you forgot to even tell me!" Laughing hardily, Lambad swipes the glass from underneath your freezing hand. Glancing back questioningly.

Strange. You don't usually space out when you're around company.

"Sorry Lambad, I don't know what that was... I just- Well, it felt like I just got wisped away... Weird." Pulling back your hands, you palm over the residual water in your hand, wiping it away on the ends of your Sumerian robes, clothes taking on a darker tone from the soak.

"No problem, lady! It's alright, happens to the best of us. Hey, that does remind me of a story I've been hearing though! Lately, other adventurers and Akademiyian scholars have been boasting around..."

Leaning in over the counter, Lambad whispers, eyes narrowing they dart around nervously,

"I hear that Adventurer's Guild Katheryne has got her hands full with this new program. It's from Fontaine's Steambird! Called the 'Penpal Program'... Sounds fun doesn't it?"

"I- What does that have to do with anything just now! Lambad... Are you crazy?"

"No, no! Let me finish. What I'm saying is, folks have been so upset in their work they've been writing about it across seas to anonymous friends. I hear it wisps you away into your own little escape!" Chuckling, Lambad pulls back, reaching into yet another cabinet as he searches the crevices for something.

"So, you're just nuts... Great, my only genuine friend... Lost to weird media," letting out a sigh, you plop back down on the counter in defeat.

Maybe you really weren't salvageable... First the weird spiraling, and now this strange program.

"Aha! Found it! Here, just give it a try [Name]... I'm sure it won't hurt you! You could really use a friend that wasn't a tavern owner you know..." heaving out a pile of papers, throwing them down; a puff of dust erupts. Lambad reaches for the top paper as he passes you it, huffing as he reorganizes the rest somewhere deep in his storage.

"You know, I worry about you lady... Seems like all you've been doing the past couple of months is working your end off for Scribe Alhaitham!-"

"Sh, sh, sh! Stop! Don't! Do not say his name. Oh, so help me Archons-"

At some point during the long arduous navigation to becoming Alhaitham's secretary, a strange phenomenon found itself into your life.

Sadly, every time you or your friends had mentioned the annoyance of a man, it seemed he'd find his way into your conversation one way or another... Almost predictably.

In any case, it made for a horrible superstition that the mere mention of his name could even summon him. Making it almost impossible to carry your normal tangents about the woes you faced. The oh-so-treacherous life of a secretary under a selfish boss.

At your defense, you had learned soon enough to warn your friends of the weird illusion. Finding out that if you could just convince them to omit the use of 'his' nine letter name it would solve his convenient interruptions into your life. Archons, the lengths you would (and have) taken to ignore this mans absolute atrocious presence...

Unfortunately, that never was a foolproof plan.

"Sorry! Sorry! I apologize... Forgot about that weird notion of yours to for a second..." Chuckling nervously, Lambad looks around, leaning in close to whisper,

"He couldn't possibly be around at this hour though... Could he?"

Inching in closer yourself, you murmur;

"I promise you, he's everywhere. It's so creepy... you have no idea!... One time-"

"[Name]? Is that you? Does your shift not start at 9 o'clock on the dot at the Akademiya secretary?"

"Fucking shi-"

Jumping up from your seat, your hand slams violently onto the wooden table (ouch) as you hop haphazardly out of your stool.

Glaring at Lambad, you watch as he sheepishly backs away, happily taking to ignoring your stink eye as he hums over your menacing hate. Forcing you to turnback your attention to the (unfortunately) approaching silver haired man as he strides in full glory.

Alhaitham, the notorious boss.

The man who caused you great distress day and night as he looms over your scholarly papers that he pushed onto you. Taking to taunting you and criticizing your work as he knowingly clocks out at five pm on the dot.

God, even his stride and speech was tantalizing.

It took every flexed stiffened muscle in your body not to revolt and gag on reflex as your eye twitched.

"Oh!... Alhaitham sir!... How- cough- good to see you so early. Yes, I know when my shift starts sir. I was merely grabbing a treat before I went to slave away- I mean, work on the demands the Akademiya higher ups sent in last night." Are you being dramatic, maybe, perhaps even yes, gags ensue.

Perking up a questioning brow, his muscles flex as he pulls down the golden headphones that laid flat over his head. Silky smooth voice clear as he ignores your obvious frustration,

"Right. Well, be sure to come by my- our; office sometime during your shift. I've received peculiar news you may just want to listen to. If you're so willing..."

Everything about him speaks superiority over you, it's almost more irritating that he still insists on calling the office he'd obtain over his promotion "ours".

A small noticing you had gained as you listened to how silky his baritone voice was, projecting across any room in a great demand. A reeling pull that you couldn't let loose from your mind.

It never was clear why he insisted on claiming the office was both his and yours. After all, the large thing of a room was piled head to toe in work addressed to him, letters asking for him and his advice, gifts and bribes designated to partition his favor; not yours.

Shaking off the thought, you nod, knuckles tightened beneath your long robe sleeves as your jaw clenches.

"Right. I'll be sure to come by as soon as I finish my business here, sir."

With that, a small nod flicks his head as he turns, walking pridefully away without a single glance back, closing the door in triumph as you groan.

It haunts you, the way his voice rings through your head and whispers behind your back;

honeyed low, demanding.

...

When you arrive at the infamous office, exactly 10 minutes before your actual clock-in, it barely surprises you to find Alhaitham already refined and sipping on a mug of coffee.

His dreary eyes running over the latest edition of The Steambird as he ignores your entry.

Huffing, your own eyes roll over, used to his lack of acknowledgement as you take to waiting on the soft (oh so warm and comfy) couch in his office.

Puffing the pillow up, you plop exasperated on the inviting seat, making sure to irritate him with your loudness as you reach to grab a novel from the neighboring coffee table.

It takes a couple awkward minutes as you both sit in dissonance silence, both flipping through each others respective readings. A habitual dance that was often played until either you or him in his pride chose to cough artlessly.

This time, after finding his fill of the latest news, Alhaitham's cough rings through the silence. Your momentary peace, broken, as soon as it was obtained...

"Are you done with that novel? Come, we have important matters to work on and I'd rather not waste the rest of today lingering around."

Cold and harsh, you reply in return,

"Just hand over whatever it is you're pushing on me this time, archons, it isn't as if you'll actually work on anything that doesn't benefit your personal goals Alhaitham." A tsk leaves your lips, stomping up and over to his table angrily as you peer over his newspaper.

His irises pool in irritation as the greens of his eyes close, eyelashes following. Narrowing his eyes as he surveys you back, maintaining an unknown feeling between your connection of gaze.

As of late, many mornings were spent with moments such as this, awkward responses, short curt flickering stares of temperate interactions. Alhaitham remarking about some part of your "lack of efficiency" to which you'd reply with a snide off hand remark.

Looking into his eyes, it was almost tempting to leave their chokehold on you, a want to trail your eyes down his sharp jawline, the hallows of his neck, the curves of his muscles and collarbone down to where the black of his shirts fabric tightened, defining their shape.

It felt almost reachable.

Kissable.

An urge to kiss away that silly, vexing, knowing glare of his. The uncouth way he continues to stare, waiting for you to respond first. As if he wasn't the one constantly pushing you to your limit, killing your spirit with his very presence.

What would it take to wipe that cocky morality of his?

A kiss to his jaw? Or maybe right where his soft, supple looking skin meets with the fabric of his tight shirt? Or perhaps even the back of his neck, where you once noticed was covered with equally luscious hair, and wires that connected with his headpiece.

Woah.

Where did that come from? That's not right...

This is Alhaitham, scribe of the Akademiya, your employer.

The man you detested to see each and every day. So where did these sudden fantasizing thoughts come from?

"Tch, here, lately, the Akademiya has been writing to me about the work you have done for them. It seems the work you produce meets with their subpar expectations. Congrats. This is your notice of promotion and details of increased wage. Please, feel free to celebrate this... Achievement elsewhere. After, you have finished your shift."

A letter stamped with the markings of a green wax leaf pulls from the desk, held in the palm of his hand as he continues to stare.

All this time, Alhaitham continues to look into your eyes. Prying at your very heart.

"... Oh, t-thank you sir. I'll be sure to review this..."

Still thinking about that strange string of thoughts you had, relectantly, you grab at the letter. Pausing just short of his extended hand,

"Are you... Toying with me?"

"Huh? Are you so disbelieving that I could have supported this recommendation from the scholars? Do I seem like such a dimwitted employer to you?"

"No! No... You're right, never mind. Thank you Alhaitham... Sir."

His hand is cold as you grab at the letter, electricity shocks through your fingertips as they connected with his.

A tint of warmth tingles through your body, rushing out of his office without a second thought.

Nerves run hyperactive throughout your body as your stand, knees wobbling as your back presses against the large wooden doors.

Letter crumpled into your clammy hands, a strange fuzzy feeling bubbles.

His hands... Seemed inviting. But oh, the way he stared. His eyes, they felt so tender and fond as they glowed, looking at you longingly, or so you could name.

Could visions very well do that to a wielders eyes? Make them glow with an unnerving amount of affection?

Your palms continue to grow sweaty as you try to soothe your pacing heart, pulsing still zapping through every bone in your body. A strange uneasiness clouding your head.

It takes you several minutes stood outside his door, trying to comprehend what the strange fuzziness was, before you opened the letter.

At least, maybe the letter could bring some sense into your clouded judgement.

Indeed, inside of the letter contained faked sugary words as they lined the new contractual rules. A bunch of normal office regulations listing out alongside a congratulations as you finally skip to the bottom, seeing a place to sign. Besides lay the words "Administrative Assistant" bolded and in cursive. The combining of a very, very, long set of numbers attached to the title, issuing your new wage.

Oh, sweet archons, you’re going to be rich.

Letter I: Introductions

Lately, a strange new habit has intruded on his normal life.

He often finds himself thinking a little too long about a certain someone within his life. It frustrates him to no end, considering how much it plagues him and drives him away from pure concentration to get through his workload. Alhaitham ponders the possibility of divine interference, confused as he sips on his mug of coffee.

After watching you leave in a rush just the hour before, it oddly piques him how quick you were to run out after your promotion. Though he knows you hate his guts for some reason or another, a strange tingle tugged at his chest as he had watched you leave. Strangely, he could almost say the feeling was sadness.

His eyebrows furrowed in confusion, the sad little feeling bubbling up in his pumping heart as he listened to the sound of your footsteps leaving without a second thought. How annoying.

You should at least have the decency to show your gratitude in front of him, instead of running away like he was the plague. Barely bothering to even smile at him when he had handed you the letter.

But... Your hands did feel nice against his own, a sharp zap of something eliciting through the mere touch you two had shared. He wishes that he could have been brave enough to grab at your hand, that weird tingly feeling of possessiveness as the thought of holding your hand twirled in his mind.

But only for a brief moment.

And there it is again- Moments like this were bizzare to him, for the past hour he had spent at his desk all he could think about was how your fingertips had grazed his own. An unusual sensation of what could only be described as joy as his mind danced around the idea of your hand in his.

A secondary thought of how confused you had seem peeks through, his eyes closing briefly as he tries to picture your face again. Rolling around the image of your confusion, hearing the saccharine tone of your voice thanking him as you had rushed out.

Was he really such a dreadful boss that a promotion seemed unlikely?

In any case, his eyes remain closed for a little longer, wrinkles adorned across his forehead as he tries to reimagine what he could have done wrong.

It's not as if he was some vile, inconsiderate man.

True, he had used the term 'dimwitted' and perhaps he had been known to be a little sharp tongued in the past. But it was all within sound reasoning. Right? …

Snapping out of his trance, his hand reaches for the tanned papers laid beside his mug. Bolden letters, inked in black, flowery design stretched out as it reads "Penpal Program ! hosted by The Steambird". Reviewing the contents of the column before placing his fingers around a random pen, itching to sign his name on the line. Perhaps taking the time to connect with people outside of simply you would anchor him back into reality. Anything that wasn't the constant cycle of you that replayed in his head.

It was unfortunate to say, but the amount of time he had lost in his work just thinking about what it would be like to spend his days with you really did affect his intellect more than he would like to admit. More unfortunate yet, even his 'friends' had taken notice. The bothersome room mate he housed, Kaveh, had found it amusing to make a game out of guessing what had gotten him so dazed as of late.

If it wasn't for the fact that sometimes, and only sometimes, Kaveh could offer decent advice, perhaps he wouldn't have considered the idea of figuring out one distraction with another... temporary one.

Afterall, why try and understand this vexing emotion when it would mean, he would have to confront you head on. Which sounds incredibly more irksome.

His room mate had been quick to point out this was not sound logic-

Kaveh did suggest, that perhaps Alhaitham could anonymously bring up this issue with a pen pal. A clean slate with no attachment to neither him or you, and could provide reasoning as to why he felt so... Unlike him. It would do him good to have someone to consult with, since, to his annoyance, Kaveh had stated he wasn't one to speak on his truths to anyone else, finding it annoying to deal with people in real life.

In his moment of brief intelligence, Alhaitham remembers him bringing up the mention that journalling and writing letters was a scientifically proven method of narrowing down how one feels. A key part that could help Alhaitham get to the bottom of his trance.

Though it peeved him that the blonde had been right, it was a good idea to journal his thoughts. It was simply a bonus that he would be receiving live feedback. Not that he would need it. Certainly, after taking some time to think it through these symptoms, it would obviously turn out to be he was right, and these feelings of butterflies were absolutely nothing at all.

Yet, fleeting memories of your face flash in his mind. Uncontrollable as he signs his name on the small contract slip below the newspaper. Thinking to himself how enchanting it would be to understand you. To peer into your vast thoughts, wondering if you too, ever contemplated him. Ever noticed him.

.

.

.

After spending nearly an hour ranting on to Lambad about your new promotion and massive paycheck, you find yourself in the establishment again, dwelling over a new dilemma.

Sitting on a stool in the Lambad Tavern once more, the lights flicker softly. Looking outside, the sky envelopes in a dark night. A chill breezing past your ankles as you scribble. The tiny noise of scratches and cups clinkering in the background as you squint your eyes.

Lambad peers over your shoulder, plates and cups alike stacked high on plates as his muscles flex to balance them. Raising a brow he looks curiously at the segment asking for your origins.

'Hello Participant! The SteamBird welcomes you to our new program. As of the new Inazuma border opening, our catalog figured it was time to branch out and bring together the people of Tevyat!

For suspenseful purposes, participants will not be allowed to reveal their true name. Keeping it a secret will be more exciting for both sides, don’t you think?

Below please list: age, gender, place of birth, and address for delivery.’

In your messy handwriting, out laid the letters spelling out the name of the nation of freedom.

"Mondstadt? I didn't realize you weren't native to Sumeru [Name]! Gosh... I have so many memories from sailing to Mondstadt. Tell me, did you move to Sumeru for your academics?"

It had been so long since you had been back to Mondstadt, having lived in Sumeru throughout your teen years, that the habit of writing it for documents was the bare minimum of what was Mondstadt-like.

"Oh! Yes, I did move here for the Akademiya. Actually, I left the nation so long ago I barely even remember what it was like..."

"Really? Well that's mighty interesting! Hey, you should write that on your first letter! I'm sure your pen pal would love to hear about that little journey!"

"Huh, wait. You're right, that is a good idea... Thanks."

Tilting your head, you laze over the blank piece of paper. The newsletter for the sign up stuffed to the side of the bar table as you glare at the letter.

Sigh, and so the writers block.

Existential dread looms over your head as you glare harder at the letter. Maybe, if you stare long enough at the paper it'll write itself.

It takes you eons to adjust, shifting in your seat as you tune out the sound of clinking dishes in the background. Your pen tapping just over the paper in essence as you try to scour for something to start with. In final, you decide on the simple message of hello and a few follow up questions,

'Hello friend! This is your exchange penpal, [alias]!

Nice to meet you. How are you doing? I hope for your sake you're doing well!

As an ice breaker, here's the basics on me, your pen pal. I am originally from Mondstadt, I'm a scholar, and I work tirelessly because my stupid boss thinks he can shove all his "lesser" work on me! Honestly, I moved from Mondstadt a long while ago to pursue a degree under the Haravatat Darshan... But it's been an upward battle ever since I was recommended (well actually, volen-told) to become the second hand for my department. Sorry, you're going to hear a lot about this boss... Unfortunately, he is a pestering constant in my life. Honestly, this would all be fixed if he was just a bit more understanding... Or maybe even used his annoying voice to communicate! It would be great if you had advice on how to get rid of him. Preferably in a corporate fashion, but I don't expect that at all! But enough about my silly world, who are you?

What do you do pen pal? Where are you from? What is your favorite subject to gloss over? Do you also suffer from daily troubles? Do you have any interest in studies or are you more of a physical person? That's totally cool too!

I'm not sure what else to write, but here's a fun fact? Maybe this can be our little thing!

Did you know, the first ever gear was created out of wood? At some point, a nation decided to use it for windmills and waterwheels. Though Tevyatian history doesn't really define where it originated, I've always considered the true contender as my home town! Mondstadt is so full of breezy winds and windmills it would be hard to think otherwise. '

Yours truly, [alias] :)

Adding on between the lines, your fingers release from the pen, stretching out instinctively before folding the letter, all marked with messy, clearly annoyed handwriting, before bringing the lip of the matching envelope to your tongue.

Carefully sliding the letter into casing, you grin with a thumbs up towards Lambad, who watches you in proud fondness. Returning the thumbs up, you skid the chair back, packing your stuff away quickly as you shove both the letter and the promotion letter into your pockets. Without a second glance back, you skip gleefully towards Katheryne's Adventurer's Guild.

Mid way, in all your excitement from finishing the days work, a part of your shoe catches in an uneven part of the road. In a moment, your whole body tilts, sending you crashing down in surprise.

...

You never touched the ground.

But, when you open your closed eyes, wincing for impact, your faced completely upright.

Not a single bruise nor scratch. Completely standing still as if you hadn't almost made a show out of your clumsy self.

"Oh! Are you alright? I hope you aren't hurt!" a small, child-like giggle.

Where is it coming from? Are you hallucinating?...

Maybe the excitement has gone to your head. Whipping your head around, you see no one. Not a single soul. Only the flickering yellow lamps as they illuminate the path in front of you, highlighting the stupid little dent in the road that had almost tripped you.

But still, not a single person, only a faint giggle that echoes in your ear in a whisper.

Strange...

Rubbing your eyes, you shake your head again. Looking around one more time in awe, trying to adjust your eyes in hopes of seeing whoever- whatever- was speaking to you. It takes seconds as you stand still, scanning your surroundings for any little detail.

Nothing but a small green leaf floats around.

Before long, you're scratching at your eyes again, pulling at your ears just to check if you were dreaming. You weren't, but still, an uneasy nerve sends a shiver down your spine. Urging you quickly to run towards the Adventerer's Guild to submit your letter.

It takes less than a minute to throw your short letter on the pile stacked on the counter. Scurrying off before that creepy child voice comes back and really proves you're crazy.

Stranger yet, the faint image of Alhaitham floats in your head, his blank expression bringing a sort of comforting solace in your head as you mad dash towards your apartment.

LETTER II + III: Personality (or lack thereof?)

When Alhaitham arrives home, the click of the door alerts a certain irritable blonde of his entry. A small tch leaves his lips as Kaveh furiously runs up to him, not a moment to spare between.

"Where have you been?! You took way too long, I almost died of anticipation!"

"Hmph. I was conducting business as usual, you would understand if you knew what it was like to maintain a constant job-"

"Why you! How dare you! You and I both know that I maintain everything in this house day and night!! Oh never mind that- Look, I got the letter for you from that Steambird catalog! Isn't this great?!" His face flushed red from exasperation, Kaveh practically pounces on Alhaitham, flailing the cream envelop, marked with a cute little wax stamp of flowers. Jumping up and down in excitement Kaveh pushes Alhaitham out of the door way. Too impatient to hear his response, instead taking to pushing him down onto the living room coach, shoving the letter into his hands.

"Are you perhaps concussed? It is merely a letter of simple exchange, why exactly are you so impressed Kaveh? Or is it that even bare socialite activities are foreign to you." Sneering playfully, Alhaitham's eyes glint with superiority as he looks at Kaveh, whose leg was practically bouncing in anticipation.

"Just- Why just open it! I want to know all about the unfortunate man-or women, who had to be partnered with you!"

It takes several minutes to settle his room mate down, much to his annoyance. Before ripping the envelope open to read your letter, admittedly, there was a twinge of hopefulness in his heart when the sight of blackened handwriting appeared out of the opening.

...

"Oh, sweet Celestia, they're relatable! And friendly too! Thank goodness for that!" Kaveh sighs in relief, taking the letter out of Alhaitham's hand to read over again at your letter. In his face a smile of childlike wonder as he considered the contents. Somewhere in his mind, he was grateful that the person wasn't some random old man... But rather someone who seemed to relate to his own situation and seemed quite young.

"Wasn't the point of coercing me into this... Silly letter exchange because you wanted me to get to know people and give perspective to my issues? This seems more like your own exchange rather than mine Kaveh." Sighing, Alhaitham yanks back the letter in force, glossing over its contents.

"Huhh?! You are so-... Okay yes- Fine! It was, but that doesn't mean I can't enjoy the experience with you. But... Come to think of it, you do need to write a response letter to them. Afterall, they seem friendly enough, and archons forbid you mess up this befriending too because of your pestering cockiness!"

"That is not true- I simply am-"

"Up up up! Shh. I do not trust the likes of you Alhaitham. So, as the most forgiving and kindhearted friend I am, I will help you give them in advice in return! Afterall, an annoying boss is probably not something you can relate to, can you." Snickering to himself, Kaveh quickly whips out a pen and paper, slamming it on the table in triumph.

"It seems like their problems are issues caused by their own neglect of setting boundaries. In fact, I truly believe I could come up with better advice then whatever you may have to offer. It would be so much easier if they would just try to avoid contact with their boss unless necessary."

.

.

.

"I cannot even believe you said that out loud. Never mind, you really do need help."

...

Within two exhausting work nights, an answer comes in the mail. Surprisingly fast for an international event. In anticipation, you rip open the nearly folded envelope, the postal stamp covered, hidden from any snooping. Unfortunately.

‘Hello [alias]. It is a pleasure to meet you.

For the purposes of our little exchange, you may refer to me as “σοφός(Sophós)”. I am not one for small talk, so I’d like to get through these formalities quickly.

As for my current occupation, I am currently an acting... (the hand writing darkens here, almost as if the writer paused to consider before continuing) manager for my workplace. It is rather easy if I may express. Many of the workers that interact with are simple in mind and can for the most part, handle themselves. Leading on, in response to where I am from, I choose to keep that confidential.

After all, did this program not specifically request us to hide or names as to add on to the suspense of interacting with an anonymous person?

It seems you failed to read clearly through the intentions of this program. It is alright however, that is an overlooking on your part which I will look over.

Moving on from this, I particularly enjoy reading long complex books which others cannot understand. I do not hold any preference towards what these novels may contain. However, often I find myself reading on the mechanisms of products more often than others. Privy to your Darshan if I must identify. Reading this, I think you can infer I am someone who enjoys academic knowledge rather than physical prowess. This would be an astute assumption as I am more often than not, researching and accompanied with a piece of literature at all times.

Of all your questions, I did save this for last, as I unfortunately find myself depending on a bit of outside advice. This is much to my own dismay, as I am always a person of rationale.

In the past months, I’ve found a strange phenomenon happening in the region where my heart lies. Whenever I meet with this coworker of mine, just seeing them sends this… Incomprehensible wave of pulses, they are uneven and not the usual beats per minute that my cardiovascular system would sustain.

It is also strange that alongside this symptom, I fail to focus on my perfect nine to five routine. Often, I find myself unwillingly dozing off, abnormal memories haunt me while doing so. Worse yet, these symptoms have also affected my [insert smart word for good brain] as I cannot focus and feel often lightheaded without a sensible pattern of reason why.

Now, it could be that these are physical issues that must be addressed by a professional, but I have reason to believe otherwise. Say [fake name] what is your insight on this dilemma? I would appreciate any thoughts you may have to give.

In appreciation for your counselling as for the spirit of this literary exchange, here is a fact about orthography. Of the undefined origins, researchers have suggested the reason that different nations of Teyvat write from left or right or vice versa could be cause of the material our ancestors once used to write. Example wise, how ink would drip down scrolls, so they needed time to dry. Afterall, our population has always been privy to dextrality. If Inazuman's wrote from right to left, the ink they used would have smudged under their clothes. Thus, leading to the change of writing furthest away to adhere to this problem.

It is a pleasure to work with you,

Signed, σοφός'

Wow, as much as life had taught you not to judge by first impressions, it was quite hard not to.

The letter you had received in turn felt very abnormally. Cocky. In a way, maybe it bothered you a bit more than it should have, but the way 'Sophós' wrote out their letter reminded you of a someone. So incredibly like someone and yet you couldn't put your finger on it.

The way they wrote though, was nonetheless entertaining, it was almost as if they were a shut in. And though judgement was not one of your mottos, it was honestly kind of cute how they seemed stiffened to write to someone. Honestly, it was surprising how it didn't provoke you. Thinking about it, a sudden realization comes to your head-

Aww- how sweet. It seems like your pen pal is inexperienced in the world of sociability. they were struggling with romantic feelings. Boy, was it hilariously dense for someone who seemed very smart.

Of course, it had taken you a moment too to realize what their symptoms were. But, for obvious signs of puppy love it felt so amusing to read about the tea. Heh, even the description of it all was so first love coded. To a tea. All covered under the guise of intelligence and yet your pen pal was reallyyy dense.

It doesn't take long before your quick to cozy up on your bed, a book on your lap as a surface to write on, as you click your pen. Looking down as you scrunch your face in concentration, giggling a little inside. (Maybe the interaction was healing a bit of the teenage girl you had burnt out years ago)

'Dear Sophós,

Wow! It sounds like you've got quite the life. Does it ever get boring? I sure wish I could be there in your position... A nice relaxing managerial job would make me feel so much better. Imagine the benefits! Unless of course, your coworkers are horrible and don't cooperate. But yours do so that's awesome!

Anyways, about your- as you said "cardiovascular" problems and memory issues. Fear not! I think you're just suffering under the common ailment of your "first ever crush"! Which is superr (you had made sure to bolden your words with several exclamation marks) cool! It's of course, nothing to be embarrassed about and it's totally normal!

I won't pry, considering this is all you asked for, but this isn't something you need to go to the doctors about! So don't worry. But crushes like yours have drastic differences in symptoms. I'm guessing yours has just begun to develop? Be careful! This illness can take down even some of the strongest! (a joking winking face follows suit)

If you want advice, I'd say just go with the flow! Do whatever you've been doing up to now, but hey, if this person you're crushing on seems to have flushed cheeks, or maybe suspicious behavior towards you to, that could be a sign of shared liking?

That's honestly all I can say... Not really someone who grew up involved in this! Still, a lot of good advice can be found in Inazuman novels! If you really want to move forward with this, read up on some of the weekly top choices for their romance novels!

Best of luck, just remember, consent is always key! Don't pressure whoever it is, give them space, but show your interest in small gestures! Maybe... like doing stuff for them? It's always nice to receive gestures from people :) whether it be gifts or freed up work!

Your awesome wingman, [alias]'

P.S Fontaine's leisurely otters will hold hands when they sleep so they don't drift off from each other! They also sleep on beds of native marine plants like we do on mattresses.

...

'Greetings [alias],

This is a very peculiar variable to reconsider into my life. Indeed, I fail to distinguish if this... Crush is a benefit for me or a burden. Can it be both? What do you think? On one hand, they motivate me to arrive at this hole of a job, but on the other, they seem to distract me from my duties as a manager of sorts. Perhaps, I could utilize these emotions to do otherwise?... I will have to research into this. It peeves me that a person such as I am struggling with these inexplicable feelings. However, now that I have solved the root of my symptoms, I feel as though I can properly move forward and decide from here.

I appreciate your help [alias]. In return, as for your qualms. Perhaps it would be best to consider that your boss is always going to be a constant. I think it is best to try and not dwell on what you can't fix and instead work on what you can do. For example, refusing to do work outside of the office, perhaps even coming in early to work with other workers to finish the days load.

This is all the advice I could offer, I find it quite difficult to relate to this situation, so I hope this suffices. I know you will be okay, simply try to remain above the average work and get caught up on what you are doing and beyond.

As for a fact, several of the fruits from native nations have been a biproduct of human trading. The revered sweet tangy peaches of Sumeru are actually native to the Liyue region, having been brought over a long time ago.

Much appreciated, σοφός'

Upon receiving the letter, a chuckle escaped your lips. Smiling at the sheer idiocy of the letter, almost dumbfounded at how obviously entrapped your pen pal was with their crush.

Perhaps this program was more interesting than any sort of office life drama.

...

Smiling to yourself at their feigned confidence, it wasn't surprising to you found yourself re-reading the letter you had recieved on the way to the office. (To think a new friend to bother was all it took for you to feel better about yourself)

Maybe staying up late to continuing to write letters back and forth between your pen pal was a stretch, but it did excite you. And the darkening of your eye bags was barely noticeable as your mood brightened by every interaction.

Although it was strange at how quick the mailing was to you still, you had come to terms with the fact that it benefitted you in talking with your new friend.

And of course, you had taken your friends advice very seriously. Out of respect for their help.

Still giddy at the thought of your letters, the clicking of your shoes against the marble rang a warning bell to your coworkers, all at their usual buzz as they stared. Of all mornings, today their whispers seemed even more noticeable to you. All of them murmuring under hushed turned heads about the smile you held walking. A curious comment caught from one conversation to the next, wondering why you were suddenly so cheerful as if your boss wasn't the debby downer Al Haitham.

This time, it didn't bother you at all. Instead, you found yourself even waving at your friendlier coworkers, greeting them happily as if this were a normal morning. Not even the thought of Al Haitham could bring you down from your new friend. The perfect pick me up following your new gigantic paycheck.

Dumbfounded, the gathering Sumerian scholars begin to fade out, returning your warm greetings as they scampered. Better not to ruin your cheery mood they feared. For the past weeks, they had found you abnormally happy, even to meet Alhaitham.

A melody humming from your lips, your fingers fiddle over the corner of the envelope, sealing the precious letter. Finding a giddy joy in a new friend you could console in and gossip with as you march up into Alhaitham's office.

Bursting in, your voice thunders out,

"Hellooo Sumeru! How are you sir? What needs to be done today Alhaitham? Hey,

"Stop. Wait [Name]." Alhaitham stands abruptly from his seat, raising a hand to pause you as you shut up immediately. Eyes widening as you took a deep breath of air.

Almost hesitantly, his hand drops to your shoulder, patting it, weirdly.

(Honestly it felt very nice to have that closure, but he doesn't need to know that)

His hand takes to guiding you to the coach, the one you often found yourself waiting on as he took his time finishing his morning newspaper.

Speaking of which, where was the newspaper? He wasn't laid back in his chair like usually reading it when you walked in, was he?

Plopping you down on the couch oh it's soft AND comfy-

"You... Seem out of it lately. For the past week, I have observed changes in your work behavior."

His voice (but mostly the soft... comfy... cozy couch) really did soothe you away from any argument.

"What is unusual for me is that you have been ahead of even me in our work. Every day I return to this office, I find that another scholar rushes in to give me more paperwork as typically instructed by the higher ups, only to atypically come back within the next day to see all my extra work gone"

Silence rings.

"Rightt...? Well, sorry if it bothered you Hai- Sir. I've been coming in early every morning to finish it. That way I don't have to stay late and you don't have anything to complain- ahem- I mean worry about," a lazy smile spreads across your lips as you drowsily glance up at Alhaitham. (That lack of sleep was hitting now)

His body looms over the back of the coach, broad shoulder bulging a little much as he crosses his arms. Glaring at you with an interested brow.

"Really? Is that so?"

(Something about a man with his muscles and his voice saying that to you did things they shouldn't do)

Every vein across his arms flexed a bit as he shuffled to ask, muscles flexing at every move, defined under the morning light peering from the window behind him. His silver hair reflecting god-like down on you as you continued to lean your head back, pulling into him until he leg was just barely making contact with the back of your head. The bare touch sending a heat towards your head that was utterly suffocating.

Laying like that, you could see the way his Adams apple moved delicately as he breathed, the way his eyes mirrored shades of greens to greys when the shadows moved.

A lazy, serene tension laid thick as thieves between the two of you.

Not uncomfortable you'd like to add, but sweet. As he stared it felt almost as if you could see his eyes shifting. From that stern scolding look, to, as seconds passed; soft, relaxing, worried, a dotting love somewhere in that sea of feigned control.

"Tch. Perhaps it would be wise to consider that work is not a mandatory activity outside of your assigned hours [Name]. Afterall, you just received that promotion bonus, what use is there in overworking yourself more than necessary?"

His voice turns slow, calculating, the same as his eyes when he looks at you, his whole body seemingly turns light as he stares. The way he looks at you now, you could have sworn you had him like honey in your hands.

Carefully, not waiting for your response, he moves to tuck back a piece of your hair that had strayed from the rest.

His fingers again, felt light, but home on your skin as they sent fluttering heat towards everywhere they touched.

Lingering to cup your forehead, and then your cheek, his eyes still watching in absolute infatuation, they fit perfectly against your face. Molding there like they were meant to be.

Gentle, inviting gestures of physical touch.

"As an official assignment as your acting sage, I am asking you to rest here until I return from an errand. Do you understand?"

"Mmm..." It was quite hard to protest when you could barely even find the will to keep your eyes open to look back at him.

Your head drops from it's stretched position, your body snuggling closer into the couch. Your eyes are starting to drift to a close, fluttering shut as his hand combes through your hair. Delicately pulling through where it could and letting go to return to your head. The whole motion setting you up for deep, deep, uncontrollable drowsiness.

By now, the morning sun had risen above Alhaitham's head, it's tender warmth cuddling to you as a blanket of sorts. The whole set up felt almost- no, was perfect for a reenergizing nap.

One that was well deserved you thought..

Blinking in intervals as you felt the warmth of his hands leave briefly. Quietly, a pressure draws over your lap, maybe a blanket? Who could tell.

His hands return to comb through your hair, still sending their tingling heat throughout your body as you murmured.

"Mmm, sleep well... [Name]"

...

Walking back to his desk, Alhaitham finds a sense of calmness eroding away at his pacing heart.

Just watching you stare up at him, doe like eyes following his hands like butterflies to milkweed. The very sight almost brought him to his knees. For a man made of a steel core, he's never once felt the way he did when you stared at him, looking back at him as if he was the only one in the world.

By gods, you made him feel so alive.

The way his heart raced was unlike anything else he's ever felt. The blood rushing to his head and without thinking, he was already reaching out, caressing your cheek gently with one hand, gripping the back of the chair with his other.

Sinfully, he wasn't sure if he could have handled holding the whole of you in both of his hands in that moment. Everything about you made him quake in his shoes, his body always felt so light. The scene replays in his head.

The every aching moment he spent, gripping at the back of the chair, careful not to disturb you, thinking how horrible of a man he had. Where was all his self control now?

All he wanted was to hold you. Grab you by the cheeks, but oh, so carefully, so preciously, because he couldn't ever think of hurting you. Gods no.

In the back of his mind, Alhaitham could only think, in a sliver of his mind, were the archons testing him? Begging in his core, the very urge to kiss you. Shower you in affection, hold you so dearly in his arms as he would feel you melt into him.

You were just so... Much.

The most he ever wanted.

Looking down at his desk, he grabs at the torn open letter, on top, a pinned checklist. Vaguely, the makings of your handwriting lay on top of the smooth paper.

Except, stapled to it, a checklist, small but noticeable in a light green color, written out in his writing.

How to win her over:

-Be consensual, but always remember consent

-Do stuff for her (Possibly lighten her workload?... She has been doing much as of late.)

-Read more romance novels. (A lot of this male love interests seem to give things with meaning, flower language and such. Perhaps a bouquet? Would she even like that?)

Staring at his checklist, he promptly scratched out the third item of the list. A flushing pink spreading throughout his body, palms unusually sweaty as he could feel his body heating up.

Gods, he was smitten. And it was all your fault.

Stuffing the checklist and letter into his pockets, he found himself stomping out, embarrassed at his flushed face. He'd be sure to not meet Kaveh on the way out, the architect would simply make a whole parade of it.

Stumbling out of his office, he miraculously found it in him to resume his stoic face, carefully closing the door as to not wake you.

He looks back one more time as the image of you floats in his head. This time, it comes with a smile.

...

The House of Daena remains to be the sole place Alhaitham finds enjoyable.

Having just walked out, a stack of book carries between his arms, light in his grasps. Before he could rush back to the office however, he finds a blonde (thankfully not Kaveh), a fairy, and Nahida, walking towards him.

"Alhaitham! Hello! How is the Acting Grand Sage doing? Wowee! It's been a while since we've seen you! What'cha up too?"

The voice of the floating little Paimon rapidly approuches, following behind the traveler waves, quiet as ever.

Tailing behind, Lesser Lord Kusanali follows, bumbling with a sweet smile as always.

"Hello Paimon, Traveller, Lesser Lord Kusanali I am more than well thank you. I was on my way back to the office actually. Coincidently, I am not off of work yet as it is still within my work hours. I was simply checking out books for... a coworker." Shifting to his side, he hides the title of his novels pressed to his leg. Carefully trying to keep hidden the titles and clear images of light colors, pictures of illustrated fictional characters holding each other. The titles even more evidence that they were in fact romance novels.

"That sounds wonderful! But please, we're long time friends now! You don't have to call me Lesser Lord. It feels... Well, ehe, unusual for what we've gone through"

"Paimon agrees, you don't have to worry about formalities like that Alhaitham!" Paimon laughs.

"We're all friends here aren't we? Your too stiff sometimes hehe... But! Anyways, those books look interesting. What are they about?" Peeps Nahida, her cheery tone matching exactly the way she looked, Alhaitham thought. Cheery, bright, and decorated with various Sumerian leaves.

His breath hitches, "Hmm. They aren't anything of interest. In fact, they're quite confidential for their intended purposes. Actually, I really must get these back to my coworker."

"Aww... Really? Darn! Well, since you're on your way back to the office, why don't the three of us all come down there with you? It'll be fun to catch up on your life Alhaitham! Maybe we can even say hi to Kaveh on the way!"

A breath of exhaust leaves his lips.

"We won't bother you too much! It would be so very interesting to see what you do Alhaitham" Nahida's voice pops in, traveller nodding along as the two press on. All three of them pushing into him, eyes glowing in curiosity. (Would it be a divine offense to reject a gods request?... Tempting.)

"Prettyy please? Oh grand acting sage sir?"

It seems his work evening would be lasting longer than he assumed. It also didn't seem like the three of them would give in anytime soon. Rather than later, he'd appreciate getting back to you before you woke up and started working again before he could say no.

Out of all his options, unfortunately, it seemed he would have to bring the lot with him.

"Huff, fine. But you have no need to call me grand acting sage. And do be mindful and quiet when you enter. I have a guest in my office who I urgently must tend too."

Before Paimon could open her mouth, Alhaitham made sure to turn quick on his heels and start speed walking towards his office. But even that was not enough to stop Paimon from asking questions of the guest, who it was, and if they were important to him or not.

The poor traveler had to keep holding Paimon back, threatening to eat her as dinner if she didn't hush up.

...

When you woke up, your body well rested, an eerie feeling followed suit.

"Holy shit."

Almost immediately after gaining full conscious, all of what had happened replayed in your mind. Painfully tracing over every single detail.

The way his hands had caressed your face.

Oh, great archons be damned.

Your fingers ran through your hair, pulling at it as you squealed into the nearest pillow. Absolute regret pulsing through your head as you remember how soft he had held you just hours before. Almost choking you in a burning heat that blew up in your face. Over and over you re-imagine it. Tenderly touching your own fingers to the places, he had caressed, longing for strange closeness again.

Footsteps gradually approach the grand doors.

"Shh... Please be wary of your voices. My secretary is asleep in my office as of currently."

The familiar deep voice of Alhaitham's rings out behind the door, muffled but still audible to your ears. The heat burns as fast as your heart's beat.

"Are we bothering them? We can always leave Alhaitham..."

A voice, deeper in tone, yet not one you remember, speaks up. Right as the door creaks open and Alhaitham peers in cautiously. Eyes narrowing in on you.

His stare stills you cold.

"Ah... It appears that she's already woken up. Never mind then, it'll be fine Traveler, come on in you all."

By the sound of his voice, and the slight twitch of his lips, you couldn't tell if he was bothered by the company or if he was enjoying himself.

It was a bit of place, watching as a young blonde man, hair beautifully braided back and adorned with simple clothes walked in, a nervous tap to his steps. Following suit... A very bouncy fairy? And a young girl? Adorably, she pokes her head first by the crack of the door, before seeing you and smiling brightly, feeling confident enough to skip in.

What strange company for Alhaitham. Admittedly, you never once thought to dwell in Alhaitham's personal relationships. You were always so busy finding him hateful and prude to notice if he had any actual connections with people aside from you and the workplace. It was quite the sight to see his assumed friends to be two younger children and a foreigner by the looks of it.

Alhaitham motions for the guests to take a seat on the opposing sides of you. Finding his way over to sit beside the man he called 'Traveler'.

A bit of your heart drops.

The whole couch was empty except for you, the couch he was sitting on with the Traveler was even more cramped then if he had sat with you.

(It's nothing, right? Immature noticing's is all)

"Well, Traveler, Paimon, Lesser Lord- ahem, Nahida, I suppose I should introduce you to my second hand, this is [Name]. An employee personally appointed by the Haravatat Darshan. They have... cough, well, been a great help to me."

"Oooh! Hello [Name]! Wow... Paimon's never heard Alhaitham compliment anyone before! You must be some sort of superhero! Paimon is pleased to meet you!" It takes only a blink for the squeaky fairy to get up in your face, zooming circles around your head as she studies your face curiously, a finger at her lip as she looks.

"I um- Thank you! I try my best really... It's a pleasure to meet you too Paimon. As for you Traveler! Are you the same Traveler everyone else has been gossiping about? Wow... It must be really tiring to travel around the nation like you do!"

"Oh, you don't need to flatter. Thank you, I try. I'm sure you must do a great amount to for Alhaitham. He is well... A very studious worker" Traveler nods, smiling as he turns to Alhaitham. The two sharing a secretive look.

Moments pass on, light conversation flowing between the five of you. The traveler and his friend bombarding you about all that you do. Wondering about your interests in mechanics, curious of your life's story.

Occasionally, the sweet young girl Nahida would butt in, asking about your thoughts the more obscure matters of the latest mechanical developments. 'What do you think of transversal waves Ms. [Name]? Have you ever thought about applying them too...' It surprised you how knowledgeable she was about mechanical waves and even beyond. Deep, thoughtful theories passing between you and her, a common connection you found, was that she often wondered about the makings of mechanical wears. It was nice, pleasant to feel welcomed after the momentary bitterness you felt. (It still lingered, but you found yourself dismissing it as childish.)

Alhaitham and Traveler seemed well content talking amoungst themselves of... Adventures. Something you never once knew about Alhaitham. Never would you have thought he was a man of travelling. Though it was common for Akademiya students to be well-rounded in every field, it left you a bit hollow that this fact had been hidden from you.

As the hour passed, it only grew. The silly backhanded thoughts in your mind. 'Who are they talking about?'.

'I've never knew his break from work was because of the Traveler...'

'Why is it so easy for them to talk to eachother?'

It was hard for you to wrap your head around their conversation. Passing phrases like foreign language to you. How was it they seemed smarter then you? Why did it seem they had known each other forever? What was it about their allure that made them so easy to feel frustrated for?

By the closing second, as much as you tried to listen to Nahida's remarks you could barely stop the way your eyes unwillingly travelled back to the way the two sat with each other. The pressed down cushions beneath them caving in, pushing their bodies towards eachother.

They seemed to know everything about him. More than you had ever gotten to ask him about. They knew about what he did in his free time... The things he hated. The books he reads. Especially the studies he liked talking about.

Why does your stomach feel funny? Your heart just minutes ago was beating far past its average rate, but watching the way Traveler and Alhaitham sat close had dropped it to a cold, fearful low.

An awkward silence passes between the room, your eyes to busy fixating on the way Alhaitham didn't bother to scoot away from the unnerving touch of bare fingertips.

Suddenly it feels a little too real all over again.

You knew this feeling. The dead pit way your stomach felt empty. The way your head felt numb, the way your heart stung. A dark, selfish, want bubbling in the place you held Alhaitham dear.

Being from a school of top-academics, it was expected from all the students to feel the inevitable complex about each other. The one they labelled the "inferiority complex". A hidden part of the system everyone ignored. A deep, pushed down hatred the scholars would often feel.

As successful as your life had been academically, never once had you learned how to deal with it.

The drowning thoughts that took over, telling you that everything you ever strived for wasn't enough.

There are smarter people.

A breath sucks through your teeth.

.

There are people with more awards.

You breath it back out.

.

There are people who have gotten visions, divined and noticed by gods.

Your mind fuzzes.

.

There are people, who are simply just better.

The air feels cold.

.

.

.

In truth, it was never explained to you how to defeat this dragon. This terrifying beast that told you things you knew somewhere in there was wrong.

Your worth shouldn't be compared to different situations.

You knew better.

Your worth isn't determined by the quality of your work.

You wanted to believe.

But every striving student feels the pain of being casted aside. Outshined by another child's brilliance. Their more outstanding grades, their more outstanding test scores, their more outstanding glow.

The Akademiya was no place for the weak minded. Not when there was so much to accomplish and so much more to prove. When put in a palace of the talent, you felt talentless. But it was never like it wasn't your only struggle. Other problems came along, and they fought with you, and they tugged at your heartstring and your mind, but in the end, your value in comparison, your life, and your inferiority were the one thing that stayed constant.

Maybe that was why, when he had shown up in your life for the first time, you found your aged wine, mulled with the crushed fruits bared from your nights of overwork, from what ifs, poured on top of his silky grey hair. Until it eventually soaked him, and all you could do was take of your shoes. Stepping over those same fruits, working over and over, day and night, crushing the new wine, all to pour back on his head.

And yet he still outshined your efforts.

Sitting on top of his throne of amaryllis. Glowing in color, brightening his everlasting superiority.

And yet your dry, mulled fruits, remained sad in color.

Comparison.

A part of you remembers when he had first walked into your life. A blooming young student you were, always outdoing the rest. Your every waking hour was spent on wishing for the wonderful, for true greatness. Ingenius discoveries and more.

But the moment he had taken your seat upon the throne, the fruits below had dimmed in color.

Yes, Alhaitham had always been as glorious as he was now. Everlasting genius he was. He sparked a flame in you to improve, to be better, to never fall behind.

But never once had he taken a notice to you. Never once had you found him talking to you. Instead, the months would pass by, and you would never once catch up again.

Every, single, class and award, he took rightfully his.

Stone cold face peering down at the shining medallions, a scoff upon his perfectly smooth and youthful face, before walking off stage, leaving you to take the ranks of fourth or fifth.

No matter what you did, he never did realize you were a competitor.

Never once did he even congratulate you, even at graduation, when the two of you stood side by side in class photo.

.

.

.

Maybe that's why when you had finally secured the job working for the Grand Sage, you were overjoyed. Even if it wasn't what you had imagined, you had finally made it a step closer to his pedestal.

But when you had introduced yourself, a sunny naive smile dotted on your face, he gave you the same disgusted face he had always given you.

His voice only came in demands from there on.

He didn't remember you. Not at all.

No, he chose to forget you.

...

It had taken you months for him to even remotely warm up to you, and longer days yet for him to talk about himself with you. At some point, the effort became nauseating.

You couldn't stand to even mutter his name.

So perhaps the Traveler was a better person than you were. A smarter person than you. Maybe they were in league with Alhaitham from the very beginning. Maybe to him, he thought the Traveller as someone of his level. A worthy ruler to sit beside his pedestal.

The feeling boils deeper, that sickening feeling of jealousy produced by those fruits of your younger years you had so desperately tried to hide.

(A tear threatens to trickle.)

"Ah... [Name]? Are you alright? You seem out of it right now. Do you feel tired again?" The Traveler notices the shift in your eyes. Your face having dropped a while ago, staring into nothingness.

.

.

.

"Ms. [Name]?..." The green in Nahida's eyes swirl a bit, a nervous worry across her face now, noticing you aren't responding.

"Oh. Sorry. It seems I'm not feeling too well right now Traveller, Nahida. I'm sorry, but it seems like I must leave for the night. It is after my workhours anyhow..." your voice sounds meek in comparison to the Travelers.

"Oh no... That's no good. Would you like one of us to walk you home? Maybe Alhaitham?" Nahida suggests. Oh, bless her sweet heart.

"That... Would not be very professional Nahida. If it is alright, there are matters I must discuss with the Traveler in private."

Again, you notice how there's a glint of catching eyes between the two men.

"Oh, but Paimon doesn't think [Name] should go home this late at night by herself! We spent so long talking it's near night already."

Your gut sinks a little more, embarrassment flooding through your system, "It's fine guys. I can go by myself! My home is just a walks away."

"It's okay! I can go with you [Name]! There is something I'd like to talk to you about too!" Nahida peeps up. Looking at her smile, something about her careful gaze felt almost motherly.

Quite comforting even.

"... Thank you Nahida. Sure, why not." There is no will in you to argue.

After short good byes, you leave, breath hitched as you fight the urge to look back at his silver eyes.

Your sure they must have looked beautiful, as they always had.

...

That night, after plopping down on the couch and thanking Nahida profusely, she thanks you, stating something odd,

"I hope you sleep well [Name]. You seemed troubled earlier. May the Archons watch over you."

Barely enough energy to spare, you find yoursef on the hard wooden floors. Chilling to the touch, but most welcomed compared to the humid weather.

That night, strange memories form dreams, merciless as they plague you.

Flashes of memories of you and Alhaitham, back from the Akademiya days switch from one to the next. Almost in parallel, you'd remember one scene, before a flash of change, to the perspective of someone else.

It was like you were watching yourself from your perspective to an outsiders.

And every time, without a fail, the change would take away Alhaitham. Instead, the outsider would murmur in frustration, low in tone, things you could barely make out. But a longing, desperate feeling, unlike the one you had felt away, would find its way back to the outsider, every time they would look at you.

It was weird.

When you woke, you could barely remember what the strange person narrating was saying. Still, the sun shines, commencing another day of work.

LETTER IV: Ghosting

By the time you arrive at the office, it is still night. The sun barely peeking past the horizon.

Your in no mood to work however. Instead, you take out the crumpled letter paper, rummaging for a pen, and sit down, writing out your thoughts.

'Dear Sophós,

I'd hate to cut welcomes short, I hope as always you are doing well, but I urgently need help.

Do you remember the boss I had talked to you about?

Well, it's been long since he's rude and terrible behavior. It's actually miraculous. Out of nowhere he has been acting all nice and well mannered! Even though it was off putting at first since well... He's never done that ever. It was very sweet and nice. (you pen out a cute drawing of rainbows and sunshine to emphasize). But... Another issue has started.

I feel weird around him.

Not just him specifically, but, when he was meeting a friend, this long standing issue I've had came back.

I started feeling all these horribly sickening emotions. Jealousy is what it was. Just from watching how close the two were. They acted as if they had known each other for years Sophós... Something about it really hurt me to watch. And they talked to each other so easily too! Do you know how frustrating that is? I had wished for that type of bare closeness with him for so long, but for this friend of his, it seemed so easy. So Sophós I really beg, how do I fix this? I know for sure it was caused from something, but I can't pinpoint what from... I know that I have felt it before, back in my Akademiya days, when often the other students would outshine me in my craft, so I know for a fact it isn't romantic possessiveness, but still, the feeling isn't the exact same and I don't understand why it's happening.

Can you help me pen pal?

It's bothering me that such trivial baby feelings are getting to me. I feel lost. Am I jealous because of their friendship? Or is it that maybe I think that friend of my boss's is far superior to me?

With immediacy, [alias]'

...

For days, you couldn't find it in you to confront Alhaitham. You knew for sure he wouldn't have known what he did wrong, but the thought of how he had been so trusting of the Traveler compared to felt to frustrating to confront.

You knew it was childish. But for days you ignored him.

Your own boss, who you had finally learned to enjoy company with, was now back to be strangers with you.

Worse, every day you would find yourself desperately checking the mail, wondering where Sophós response was.

Your only friend outside of your chaotic worklife, out of nowhere, had suddenly disappeared the moment you needed them the most.

Now you were only more frustrated. Spending days trying to ignore your boss and also waiting for your friends response had taken to much of your valuable time.

An aching anxiety stayed conjuring in your body. Surely your penpal hadn't already gotten tired of you right? You couldn't trust yourself to make reasonable decisions without them. You had never taken the time to understand your emotions throughout your schooling, and so maybe you were too dependent on Sophós to advise you.

Still you waited. Spending every waking hour of the job, waiting desperately for help from your friend while nervously dancing around the building, hiding from Alhaitham's calls of your name.

...

Alhaitham hasn't seen your face in days.

He's started to worry a long time ago. And the guilt eats him alive. That night, he had rejected to walk you home as he needed to ask Traveler, despite his ego, what to do about his feelings.

When Nahida had come back to see the Traveler and Paimon as well, he had further buried his high head to ask for help from the archon.

It took him everything to cover his flushed face, bright red as the annoying high-pitched fairy had floated close to his face, asking all sorts of questions about his interest in you. Clearly surprised as if he couldn't hold sentimental connections.

Tch, the nerve of them.

The following weeks though, it seemed you had taken it the wrong way. Moments, he would find you across the hall, having chocolates or flowers he had plucked stuffed in his pocket, wanting to sneak them to you, only for you to run away.

What annoyed him more was, by the second week, it was 100% clear and noticeable to the whole office he was being ghosted by his assistant.

It took him days on end to search for even the slightest sliver of your hair, only for you to find some convenient place to hide. For the life of him, he couldn't understand why you were upset with him.

It had even become noticeable to Kaveh.

By the Friday of the second week Kaveh had appeared at the office, under the guise of some Architectual project to yell at him again.

"You've forgotten your headphones twice now Alhaitham! What is the matter with you lately? By Archons Alhaitham we have mail piling up at home and I'm pretty sure your pen pal is waiting on a response right now!"

"Keep it down won't you. Listen, I have better issues to attend to of late. There are far more important priorities than the pen pal thing." He scoffs in annoyance, looking back down at his checklist and then to the stack of paperwork he had been putting aside.

Trying to find you in the massive building turned out to backfire, spending most of his time occupied by you had put him behind on work he could care less about. What worried him was that you had called in sick that morning. Something that had never happened even once in his term of office.

"Is that... Late papers?!... You-" Kaveh points dramatically, "have missing papers? Now there really is something wrong. Spill it. Now. I have to know what's been throwing off the almighty Alhaitham."

"I can practically hear the sneer dripping off your sentence Kaveh. Don't get too excited. It's just... Well. [Name] has been gone for the past days." His eyes flutter to anywhere else but the obviously dramatic jaw drop Kaveh had on.

"[Name]? Your assistant? Uh oh. What did you do this time? I knew it... You annoyed them to death with your attitude!"

"No- Before you continue, it was not because of me. At least, I don't believe so." His words trail off in doubt, feeling wrong even to him.

"Before you continue yelling in my ear, it happened to be I may have... Made her angry. But I don't know by doing what."

"Well then you've got to figure it out!... I'm tired of having to walk from here and back for the stuff you forgot. It's getting on my nerves! Tell me about the day before she started ignoring you, maybe that'll help your dense head."

...

Upon recounting everything to Kaveh, Alhaitham's guilt had only worsened.

It was not a feeling he was enjoying.

"She obviously was taking the hint you liked her! And then you up and left her to walk herself back?! What is wrong with you?!"

"I- I was talking to the Traveler about her. I would have never thought she could have been jealous from that..."

"Well, she clearly was! If anything, she probably thought, he was competition! You have to go fix this. Now."

"Kaveh, have you not retained any of the information I've given you. I have been trying, but she ignores my attempts to consolidate."

"Well... That sounds like a you problem! You need to figure it out. Maybe even arrange a date and finally confess like a man Alhaitham!"

The bickering between the two of them lasts for an hour before Kaveh stomps angrily out. A semi-conclusion reached as he yells for Alhaitham to get his act together.

"She likes you Alhaitham! So, get your crap together and tell her you feel the same!"

By the time the blonde's angry footsteps stop ringing across the floor Alhaitham feels the stress overflooding all over again.

For a man who prides himself in remaining calm always, even he couldn't cool himself down from the sheer embarrassment at his lack of romantic realization.

You liked him.

And the thought made him an absolute mess. His long fingers crunch around the nearest paper, the other hand folding over the bottom of his face, desperate to cover his bright rosy cheek. Uncharacteristically, he feels nervous.

Memories of your face that day floods into his head again. Dizzying him only further.

How unfortunately timed.

It takes him minutes to calm down, trying to shake your pretty face out of his mind. When it does finally happen, and he feels like he can breath again, his stoic face returns, letting go of the sad papers he had crumpled.

The checklist, still stapled to the letter you wrote, and a managerial essay you had written after surveying a project, all crushed together.

Looking closer, Alhaitham notices the little pictograms between each other line. Both on the professional paper and on the personal letter.

His brow raises, pulling the two items closer, he looks carefully at the writing. Looking at the way their addressed to him. The specific way that both show off similarities. The hand drawn emojis, the tilt in your letters, and the way your mannerisms showed in both of the papers.

Suddenly, he finds himself rushing out of his office, running towards your address. The street number coincidently returning to his memory from the very first day you had applied to be his second hand.

LETTER: INTERCEPTED

Gloom had taken over your body. The longer you spent moping over yourself, the more you felt pathetic and childish for even believing your friend and most (newly) trusted advisor would remain forever. Entertaining the wild possibility, you liked Alhaitham and that had caused all your pent-up jealousy wasn't even worth thinking about now.

Tissues now stuffed your trash, several scrapped up papers detailing letters to Sophós laid crumpled up and piled on the dining table. The pen long lost somewhere in the ground as you slumped over the couch.

Wasn't love supposed to be beautiful? The fabled spell uplifted you and made you feel powerful?

So why was it yours felt so different? For the past weeks you've felt a dry spell in motivation. A drought you've never experienced before, all to be replaced by loneliness. Your own pride eating you up inside as the thought of having apologize for your 'unprofessional behavior' felt like it would simply add on to your despair. Before you can continue sobbing to yourself, thinking about how far you had gone in life just to reach this point-

The doorbell rings.

You stay quiet. Praying that whoever it was would go away.

"[Name]... I can tell you are in there. Your usual shoes are still out here. I- Well, I wanted to talk about what has been going on."

The soothing sound of his voice brought you almost back to frustrated tears. As much as you missed him, a piece of you feels confused.

Still, you walk towards the door, the way you look like a sopping wet cat be damned.

When you open it, carefully, hesitantly, his eyes lock with yours. Just as they always have.

Naturally. Adoringly.

"Would it be wrong to ask if I may come in?"

Your voice seems to lose itself somewhere in the midst of it. Watching the way the sun shines behind his towering body, just as always, showcasing his presence over you.

You shake your head, opening the door wider to let him in. Parts of your head still screaming at you to keep your pride.

For the first time in a long while, you shut down the little girl who learned to be a prideful scholar.

...

An hour goes by, and then a second.

Alhaitham's sittin on the other side of the couch, still the one you are on, but far enough away to give you space to curl up in your blanket. Soft as it pretends to be your shield.

With a deep breath. You speak first.

"I'm sorry."

From there, it all spills. And gods, as flawed as he was, Alhaitham could tell you needed to let it out.

He sat there so patiently, maintaining that fierce eye contact that sent your legs limb as you explained every little detail. Afraid of any miscommunication killing what the two of you had left.

Minute after minute you explain how you had always had a complex over how you compared yourself. Talking out about how you had met him, how he had changed your perspective. How at first you hated him and now... Well. It sort of spilled somewhere in the mix. In some part of the whole messy confession, you had started crying, uncontrollable heart wretched sobs as you apologized profusely over and over. Scared for what he might do, fire you maybe? You wouldn't blame him. If anything, you deserved it for your behavior.

Still he waits. His eyes watch you carefully, watching the tears trickle down your face. The way your cheeks and nose turn red with scratches as you swipe away at the hot tears, stinging at your face.

In the midst of it all, Alhaitham finds himself reaching for the box of tissues placed on your table, handing you several as he sits back down waiting patiently for you to finish your sobbing.

It takes another hour to explain.

He doesn't interrupt at all in that hour. No comforting words, no consoling gestures. Instead he continues to sit, continuing to watch tentatively, which only brings you to tears again as you feel horribly guilty for keeping him waiting.

When there are no more tears to cry, you find that you're met with pure silence.

.

.

.

Then it becomes his turn to explain.

Fear returns when he lifts out the papers, showing them to you as he explains. Scooting in closer to your fetal body as he finds himself wanting to hold you.

In him, a rage boils over, to him, it's disgust. Not a hatred for you, but to him. He feels like he has failed you. For someone who claimed to love you, he certainly had not expressed clearly that he did. And so he continues to explain, taking time to watch how you react. Which, at this point, was barely anything.

Your eyes are swollen from crying and apologizing. He takes care to notice the way your throat seems to have swollen, the way you nod slowly to ensure he knows you're listening.

"I am sorry [Name]. I... Should have consolidated with you instead of being a coward. I was foolish in taking to a pen pal program instead of talking to the real person I cherished- No. The person I love."

Again, he finds himself dropping all the papers. Turning to you. Lifting up your swollen cheeks with both his hands.

"I am sorry."

Your eyes threaten to tear up again, a twitch of your nose as you sniffle. You look at him, facing him as he was, and suddenly, it feels safe again.

The burden of your guilt lifts a little, and though you don't have the voice to say, you launch forward, hugging him tightly.

He feels warm this way. His hands drifting down to around your waist. Their almost... Oddly placed. As if he isn't sure where to hold you.

So, you wrap your arms around his upper back, squeezing him gently as you sniffle into his shirt. The faint smell of books wafting from his clothes. In you, a chuckle escapes, finding the strange scent comforting. He copies the way you hold him. Taking to brush through your hair again. Detangling the long worn locks as he combs through, gently, lovingly.

He takes to laying his back against the couch's arm. Guiding you with as you lay on his chest. Staring up at the barren ceiling.

His hands continue to comb through your hair, stopping every now and then to pat it all back down from friction. His chest rising and slowly back down as you lie.

Slowly, you find yourself breathing alongside him, an occasional hiccup as the two of you lay quietly. Thinking about who knows what, but grateful the same.

He still smells like books, but you notice, a hint of woodland. Then, you notice how his fingers were long and nimble, combing through long sections of your hair with breeze. But the way he felt, lying underneath you, not a word to say more, felt domestic.

It made you feel alive again. It made you feel worth it.

He loved you.

He had said.

And you loved him.

Ever so tenderly, he turns your head up to him, your eyes finding each other's as they always did, so naturally, so full of love and a softness you had now come to realize had always been there. He lifts your face, turning it slightly as his eyes wander over all it's beauty. Archons, to him, you were beautiful.

To him, you were everything he needed.

He doesn't think before it happens.

Kissing you. Lips touching, just and warm and loving as his gaze on you. Sweet, brief.

He holds on, just a bit longer. Biting at your lower lip, nibbling. Pushing in, you return the favor. The taste of iron between the two of you. His arms snaking up behind your shoulders, pulling you down desperately as your legs turn into him, find their way around his hips. Desperately, you let loose for air.

"I love you." He says.

With a new found confidence, your heart beats faster. A grin on your lips as you mouth the same back.

Your lips find their way to his neck.

A groan leaves his mouth.

His legs buckle, hands pulling down your neck.

MEMORY OF AN ARCHON: finale (to be added)

BARISTA'S INQUIREMENT... hey guys!! merry christmas/happy holidays. I know I've been promising this one for a while and I had originally planned for more Christmassy content but... Life happens. I found myself revising and rushing at the end to post but I do hope everyone enjoys <3, there are a bunch of little secret messages/meanings I hid in here for interpretation! (my inbox is always open for speculation, questions,and discussion about fics!! )

word count. ~ 15k

tag list form !

©lilimalia... Please do not plagiarize, themes are edited by me, reblogs allowed, do not repost on any other platform!!

banner creds: to be added

[bedoballoons]

Yandere Tighnari, Venti, lyney, Freminet and Aether finding out Reader isn't really into short guys They're into someone bigger and taller {{Itto For Aether, Alhaitham for Tighnari, Nevillete for both Lyney and Freminet and Zhongli for Venti}}

I READ THIS AND WAS LIKE YESSSSSS!!! (As a short person I find this hilarious and your idea is literally genius!) I hope you enjoy and thank you so much for your request!

─⊰⁠⊹ฺ✿𝔾𝕖𝕟𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕟 ℍ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕔𝕒𝕟𝕠𝕟𝕤⊰⁠⊹ฺ✿─

{༻~Just not that into short bois~༺}

CW: Yandere themes!, characters are obsessive to the point of wanting to harm others so they can't take you, unrequited love, intense jealousy, mild angst! Lyney makes Neuvillette disappear! Also this is much longer than I meant it to be...what can I say, I like yanderes!

(Includes: Lyney, Tighnari, Venti, Freminet, and Aether!)

♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡

𑁍༄Lyney:

Lyney had been told no many times in his life,in fact he couldn't even count how many people said he could never be a famous magician...and yet he'd proved every single one of them wrong. He simply couldn't stand not working towards something everyone else claimed was impossible, because in his eyes anything was possible, so when you confided in him about your feelings towards Neuvillette and stated that you found him more charming because of his height, even going so far as to mention you didn't really like short men as much...he just couldn't give up so easily.

He was madly in love with you, to the point it had become more than obsession, he'd seek you out anytime he'd left his home and any show he'd make sure to wink at you the moment his eyes met yours, he was so head over heels for you that he was physically unable to think about anyone or anything else. This also meant he wouldn't let anyone take you...especially just because they were taller...absolutely not.

So for his next show he planned something extra special, a magic trick truly wonderful in everyway...and as the crowd cheered, watching in awe when the box that had contained the chief of justice disappeared before their very eyes...none of them were aware he wouldn't show back up again...at least not for along while. Not until Lyney had found a way to make you love him, not until you...the most precious beautiful thing in all the world...was his.

𑁍༄Tighnari:

Tighnari stood next to you, his ears drooping with regret as he watched you flirt away with Alhaitham, his tall muscular figure drawing you to him like a moth to a flame...making you completely forget about the one who'd brought you together in the first place. It was like some cruel trick of fate...especially considering Tighnari had planned to confess his feelings for you that same day...and now it seemed like it would do no good..

He tapped your shoulder, not waiting for your response as he intertwined his hand with yours, pulling you away from Alhaitham as quickly as possible...and silently hoping you'd leave the whole situation at that. You on the other hand were not so happy with him, wanting desperately to continue your conversation with the handsome scribe..., "Tighnari what was that about? I was really getting along with-" He put a gloved finger to your lips, making you go quiet, his heart racing as he looked deep into your eyes.

"I love you...so much. I can't even really wrap my head around my feelings because they are so intense...it's like I need you just to keep going...like you're the thing I simply cannot live without. Even the air I breathe isn't as important as you are...." His confession was a bit much to say the least and adding to it was the kiss he placed on your forehead, causing you to jerk away from him.

"I'm sorry...but I don't feel that way for you..." Your words spilled out before you could stop them, your heart racing with fear at the change in his mannerisms...he didn't even respond...he just stood there...like he was plotting something and you...were about to find out just how crazy his love for you actually was.

𑁍༄Venti:

"I actually do have feelings for someone."

The second those words left your lips Ventis heart began to race, his mind clouded over with thoughts of you confessing to him and telling him you loved him...it was all he wanted. No, it was all he needed! He tried his best to calm himself down, taking a sip of wine before responding like someone who was completely clueless of the others feelings would, "Oh ho ho and who would that lucky person be hmm?"

A blush coated your cheeks followed by a sweet flustered smile that could make even Lord Barbatos swoon and boy was he...until you answered, "I like Mr. Zhongli~" You giggled nervously, not noticing how pale Venti went the second he heard the name...how the part of the wine bottle he'd been holding had shattered, much like his heart...you didn't even notice the hurt tone of his voice when he asked, "What does that old blockhead have that I don't?"

The question definitely took you by surprise, but you assumed he wasn't being serious and decided to answer truthfully, "Well he's a bit more refined...and I like his voice, but most of all he's so tall! I'm sorry Venti but I just can't imagine myself with someone...so tiny." The anemo archon was speechless...hatred seeping into his very being and jealousy getting the better of him. He stood up without another word and left, leaving you wondering what had happened...

𑁍༄Freminet:

Freminet was completely silent, his face bright red and burning with a rage he'd never felt before, his hands barely able to keep steady as jealousy ate away at his once calm heart heart. All he wanted was you...your love, that sweet smile that he craved to see everyday, but here you were, sitting Infront of him with this doe eyed look on your face as you fawned all over none other than the chief of justice. Mentioning more than once how tall and handsome he was, how incredible it would to have a man like him around.

"Enough."

You paused mid sentence, caught off guard by the amount of malice in his once kind sweet voice, watching as he stood up from his seat, your mouth slightly agape. You'd never seen him like this before...so angry and confident, it was scary...yet also a little exciting. After a moment of silence you'd worked up the courage to say something...but you didn't even manage to get a single word out as he grabbed the front of your shirt and pulled you harshly towards him, making you let out nothing more than a sharp gasp.

Your face went red, pure shock displaying itself on your features as he leaned in closer, his light purple eyes seemingly staring into your soul as his whispers grazed your ear, sending a shiver down your spine, "Hush now my love...you don't need him...I promise~"

𑁍༄Aether:

Aether was always there to help someone, so reliable in fact, that everyone called on him whenever there was a issue and including you, after all he'd saved you from many close calls...even saving your life a few times in the process and for that you were incredibly grateful, but alas you were still not in love with him. He on the other hand couldn't get enough of you, he just wanted to be near you all the time...be your hero and love you like nobody else ever could.

He...however wasn't the only person who could save someone and when the friendly neighborhood oni stepped in to save you, Aether was anything but pleased... especially when he saw the difference in how you acted. Yes your gratitude was the same...but you'd gotten all flustered at the onis impressive figure, touching the large man's chest while your face heated with such a strong blush and everyone around you cheered him on.

Aether was more than a little upset, suddenly understanding that he clearly wasn't your type and that he probably would never be, he just couldn't stand it! How could you, the person he'd do absolutely anything for...be so enraptured by someone else...just because they were bigger than him. No, he wouldn't let it stand, he'd fight for you, even if it meant doing things he could regret later on...it didn't matter, not anymore. You were all he cared about...all that mattered.

Just. You.

♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡

ଘ(੭*ˊᵕˋ)੭* ੈ♡‧₊˚Have a nice day*⁠.⁠✧

[yuurivoice]

Echoes of Evalas | Simpler Times

Libraries are typically secluded, quiet places meant for studying the collective knowledge housed within its walls. At the College of Mages this is quite true, or...was quite true. For a time, three mages from a distant land filled the halls with bickering, bantering, and laughter. While they were certainly thankful for all of the efforts of the scribes and mages who came before, it was the knowledge they gleaned from each other that had the greatest impact on their lives.

Today the books are once again treated to silence, but from parchment to ink and all along their spines, they long to be graced by the hopeful eyes of the three strangers once more.

In simpler times a magic foreign to those pages danced throughout the very aether that filled the library. A magic the whole of Evalas once knew, but has long since forgotten.

Love.

Many thanks to S0LIN for the artwork, which has long been kept in my back pocket for a moment such as this. Happy Valentine's Day!

[featherlight-touches]

Revenge

Wanderer/Sethos/Aether

a/n: sequel to Underestimated as requested by the wonderful @blobbirobbi 💚 I hope you enjoy!

★・・・★・・・★・・・★

“Is he still behind us?!”

“I dunno! I’m too scared to check!”  

“YOU'RE DEAD!”

“Yep, he’s still behind us!”

“Keep running!”

Aether and Sethos had been running for their lives for the past ten minutes, though it felt like ten hours at this point. What seemed like harmless fun at the time, turned out to be a life-or-death situation, and both kept running through the streets of Sumeru.

“We could probably lose him if we head to Alhaitham’s place!” Aether called back to the bow wielder who was a couple of steps behind him. “I’m sure he would help us out!”

“That’s just up ahead, lets hurry while there is still some distance between us and the raging terror back there!”

With renewed determination, both sped up in the direction of Alhaitham’s home.

When they reached the scribe’s door, Aether began knocking upon it frantically, urgently calling out. “Anyone home? We need help, quick!”

Silence.

“Alhaitham?” Aether tried again. “Kaveh? Anyone!” he then tried his luck with the handle, seeing if it was unlocked. Rude, yes, but this was an emergency. Unfortunately, that option had failed them also as the door was locked and no answer was heard.

“Well, well.”

Aether and Sethos flinched, both slowly turning to see Wanderer looming just behind them, a wicked gleam in his eyes and a menacing smile playing across his lips.

“How unfortunate, it seems like no one’s home.”

“N-Now, Hat guy,” Sethos nervously waved his hands in front of him. “We can talk about this, right? There’s no need to do anything rash.”

“You see, that’s where we disagree,” Wanderer placed a hand on both of their shoulders. “Actions speak much louder than words, so why waste your breath? After all, you’re going to be needing it.”

Aether and Sethos gulped.

Before they could protest, Wanderer yanked them harshly towards him and kept them pinned against his body with his arms wrapped around their middles, after a bit of panicked squirming, Aether then felt fingers dig into his exposed sides and midriff.

“AH! No- Ahahaha!”

Sethos received the same treatment, though it seemed he was more reluctant to lose his composure in comparison to the blonde traveller, who dissolved into immediate giggles and laughter.

The only sound Sethos offered was muffled laughter behind his closed lips as he kept his mouth closed, his shaking body giving away just how much he wanted to laugh.

“That won’t do, little bee.” Wanderer said, his fingers travelling up to the electro user’s ribcage. “I won’t be satisfied until I hear you both begging for mercy.”

Sethos finally cracked when he felt those fingers vibrating against his sensitive ribcage.

“Nahaha! Nohohot thehere!”

“You two really had the audacity to think you could just get away with ganging up on me? Your idiocy reaches new levels with each passing day, it seems.”

“Ihihit wahahas Aheheether’s idehehea!” Sethos howled when his upper ribs were the next target.

“Whahat!” Aether choked. “Yohohu sahahaid- AHAHA NOHOHO!” Aether was interrupted when Wanderer’s fingers attacked his navel, undoubtedly his weakest spot judging by that reaction.

Wanderer did have to wonder why Aether chose to have such a weak spot on display, but he put it down to idiocy again. It worked well in his favor for now, at least.

“I CAHAHAN’T BREHEHEATHE!”

“Stahahap it!”

The tickling had gone on for a few minutes now and both had tears in their eyes from mirth, their hair becoming unruly through all the squirming and their legs were starting to give out on them from all the laughter, making it more difficult for Wanderer to keep them both up right against him.

“Apologise, now.” He demanded.

“Wehehe’re sorry!” both said in unison, sounding exhausted through their breathy laughter. Wanderer gave a ‘hmph’ and paused his tickling, both greedily gasping for air.

“Don’t you ever think of pulling a stunt like this again,” Hat guy rolled his eyes at their lack of response, still trying to regain their composure. “I won’t be so kind next time.”

“This was kind?” Sethos questioned, but as soon as those darkened eyes pierced into his own, he regretted it. “I, uh, I mean, t-thank you for your kindness, oh merciful one.”

“You’re welcome.”

Sethos looked at Aether, who remained quiet since the tickling had stopped and he winked at Sethos knowingly. Both mirroring the same smirk.

They would both be doing this again.

“What is all the commotion outside?” Kaveh questioned as he stepped out of his bedroom to the living area where Alhaitham was seated. “Didn’t you hear the door knock?”

“I did.” Alhaitham replied, not taking his eyes off the pages of his book.

“And you didn’t answer it, because?”

“I was busy.”

“I can see that.” Kaveh rolled his eyes before taking a seat beside him. “It could have been something important, you know?”

Alhaitham huffed a small chuckle. “I doubt that.”

[paradise-dreams]

Genshin Men and Their Flower Language(s)

ᡣ𐭩 Summary:Every flower has its own language. What flower language do these genshin men have?

ᡣ𐭩 characters: Xiao(201), Aether(107), Venti(105) and Alhaitham(128)

ᡣ𐭩 Warnings: Fluff(Alhatiham + Aether), Hurt no comfort/angst(Xiao and Venti){Yes I am doing this bc i can :3}, Major character death{reader dies on Xiao and Venti's part} Alcoholism as a coping mechanism on Venti's part, mentions of blood and fighting in Xiao's part

ᡣ𐭩 ~ Want to Continue?~ Part 1

art belongs to @/eriimyon on X/Twitter

Alhaitham

Rosebud- A heart innocent of love

Why is your heart filled with innocent love? That is Alhaitham’s question every single day. Ever since he had met you, you always smile and greet him whenever you two see each other. The thing is..you still did even when you two were dating. Most people describe Alhaitham as a emotionless, blunt and heartless scribe but to you, he is your bookworm and unique lover and you will burn the world for him. Now you have caused him to blush and had to hide his face from others. If he can pick out a flower for you every day, it is rosebud. You are too innocent and lovely for his heart..stop it, you’re figuratively killing him with your love!! He is literally red in the face!!!

Aether

Lily-of-the-valley: You’ve made my life complete

Aether thinks that the archons have blessed him with a cutie pie because he can not fathom how you appeared in his life but what he does know is that he is not letting you go. Searching for his sister is tiring and he often felt lonely but with you, he finally started to see that life has its upsides and downs. Yes you may feel like the world is against you, you felt that you are lonely in this unfamiliar world but..Aether now has you in his arms, just smiling like a goofball. Lily-of-the-valley is Aether’s flower. Why? Well...you have made his life complete.

Venti

Dark Crimson Rose- Mourning

People come and go but for Venti, he did not want you to go. He had to watch your life drained from your eyes. He had to bury you near the tree in Windrise. He uses alcohol to cope with your passing. He was so lost without you..he can’t even live without you but he had too. Everyone who sends their condolences to him but it is not the same. You were haunting his mind as he grew drunk, wallowing in pain. Dark Crimson Rose is perfect for Venti since he will never let go of you. Your memories will always be his songs.

Xiao

Sweetpea- Departure, Goodbye

Where there is life, there is death. Xiao himself has been mortals who live their lives to the fullest to their peaceful demises. Xiao, standing in the Wangshu Inn , staring at the night sky filled with the stars. He thinks back to the memories in his mind. Memories of you and him, your smile, your happiness, how you make his world more lively. He thinks back to how you always give him almond tofu and gifts that remind you of him. Then memories of your death flashes in his mind. The sight of your blood tainted the green grass after a harsh battle. He visits your favorite place in Liyue, with a bouquet of flowers. He looked at the tombstone in front of him and placed the bouquet on the grave. “You are my sun and I am your moon. Life may continue forward but..you will never leave me in memories. My heart belongs to you and you alone. Rest in peace my love. May you smile in my presence. I will never forget you. Goodbye..{name}.” Sweetpea is a perfect flower for him. A flower for this moment. A flower to say goodbye to everyone you love.

~Taglist: @husky-studies @purpleqilinwrites @yoghurtsan @ryuryuryuyurboat @windblume-wishes @thestarswhisper @the-guardian-kitsune @sanzach @dailypenpen @asoulsreverie @ainescribe @amxto @kitsuvil @kalims @mccnstruck @rrxaiky / @rx-lounge @dxmoness @areislol

[water-to-drink]

Be a Gladiolus in a Field of Belladonnas pt9

Gimme Shelter

(Summary): After things have seem to be in going in your favor the Natlan army invades Snezhnaya

Part 1 Last Part Next Part

✧ Masterlist ✧

(Characters): Traveler!Lumine, Abyss Prince!Aether, Childe, Arlecchino, Al Haitham, Ganyu, Sara, Ningguang, and Ayato

(Tags/Warnings): gn!reader, foul language, dialogue heavy, (lmk if I missed anything)

(Word Count): 1.4k

(A/n): Sorry for the long wait, depression has been kicking my ass and I’ve been working on a personal project, but anyways I hope you all enjoy

‘…’ - thinking

Rapid footsteps echo throughout the halls of the Zapolyarny Palace, steps that get heavier and heavier the closer they get and breathes getting more intense show that the person is a second away from collapsing but the adrenaline and sheer determination keeps them going. Forgoing all and every customs that has been drilled in them during training they slam open the door, the same door that lead to the meeting hall where the current Harbingers are congregating

“What is the meaning of this!” Arlecchino shouted, no words came out of the low ranking agent’s mouth just pants and gasps, this of which angered Arlecchino even more resulting in her storming towards the poor agent until she stopped dead in her tracks

“The Natlan army is approaching the palace!”

“Would it be possible to think, they’re harboring this imposter.” Everyone’s attention quickly turned towards Al Haitham, each face containing certain level of surprise. Wether it being what the former scribe said or the fact that he even spoke at all. “Not too long ago they tried to construct a god that would replace Lord Kusanali, so it wouldn’t be out of the realm of possibility for them to be hiding the imposter in hopes of using them to their advantage.”

An unsettling silence hung over the envoys as the realization of the words fully took root in each of the leader’s minds

“Th- that’s absurd! You don’t think they’re foolish enough to try that…? To try and use a world ending entity to replace their Grace, right?” Ganyu worried

There was a moment of silence until Ningguang cleared her throat

“If your assertion is true, then we need to mobilize our forces as soon as possible.” She declared

“The shogunate army is ready whenever you decide to strike.” Kujo Sara stated while putting her hand over her chest

“Pfff! Waiting on your army will just give them enough time to find out about our plan and hide this imposter.” Chimalma dismissed

“Then what do you suggest, miss Chimalma?” Ayato questioned

The priestess smirked and crossed her arms. “Obviously, I lend you both the Huītzilin and Ocēlōtl warriors. We’re much closer to Snezhnaya and we’ll have the pyro wielders melt the ice, giving the other armies time to catch up with us if we need the support, but I’m sure my soldiers are perfectly capable of handling it on our own.” Chimalma sneered at Sara giving her a death glare

“Alright then, we’ll let the Natlan army start their advancement and the Shogunate army will follow close behind as reinforcements. We will catch this catch this imposter.” Ningguang declared

You’ve spend god knows how many hours in the cave, but you’re grateful to be out of there. Wanting nothing more than to crawl into your bed that’s way bigger than a king (and not to mention comfortable too). Thinking about the palace the realization that haven’t returned for the night and you have to deal with 8 angry Fatui Harbingers and 1 pissed off cryo archon, hit you like a city bus. You know the other Harbingers will be rightfully mad but since you made it clear that you won’t tolerate any harm being done towards Lumine or Paimon. However you that doesn’t they won’t take their anger out on Childe instead, maybe if you convince them that it was your idea to sneak out of the palace they’ll go easy on him

Childe puts his arm in front of you, preventing you from going any further. When you turned your head towards him about to ask him what’s wrong he answers. “There’s people, it’s sounds like a campaign.” The look of seriousness made what you were going to say die in your throat, the only noises you can hear is the crunching of snow beneath your shoes. “Take their Grace, behind that tree and I’ll check what we’re up against.” He said never taking his eyes away from the direction where said sound was coming from

Lumine took your hand and rushed you towards a large tree. Childe took a glance to make sure your safe, you caught his eyes softening for a second before turning back to the cold gaze it had seconds earlier

Childe runs up the hill and crouched down and peaked up to see the distinct feathers of foreign birds, and vibrant colors that stand out in the white snow

‘It’s the Natlan army, shit!’ Childe instantly ducked his head down to avoid detection. ‘There’s no reason for them to be this up north, unless they’re here for…’ Childe turns the direction you and the twins are. Under normal circumstances he would accept any opportunity to face off against a Huītzilin or a Ocēlōtl warrior, but this isn’t normal circumstances. With a whole army of the most powerful warriors in Teyvat and you just footsteps away he would have to step back and quickly get you away from the area

Out of the Harbinger’s peripherals he spots the familiar red and black coat a Fatui agent. Quickly Childe makes his way towards the agent, grabs them and covers their mouth so as to not alert the approaching army

“What’s going on?” Childe asked

“The Natlan army suddenly came within our boarders, I think they’re looking for their Grace!”

The last part of the sentence reverberated around in your head, then the threat your doppelgänger told the Tsarita. Snezhnaya is no longer safe for you nor its people. You drew a deep breath and got out from your hiding place, much to the twins’ and their floating companion’s dismay

“What’s you’re name?” You asked

“Uh, Alexei…” The agent said in disbelief that you were standing right in front of them

“Do you work under, the Knave?” Alexei nodded. “I need your jacket and mask, I’ll swap it out with mine! Once you do that, go back to the palace and tell Arlecchino that I’m safe with the twins and Childe.”

“But what about you, your Grace? What’s going to happen to you.”

“I’ll be away from Snezhnaya until my doppelgänger doesn’t have eyes all over this place.” You said as you handed them your jacket

“WHAT?!?!” Your group all said in unison

You ignored them as you took the agent’s mask and jacket

“Are you crazy?!” Childe asked as he grabbed your shoulder and turned you towards him

“Being here in Snezhnaya is a lot safer than anywhere else in Teyvat! We can hide you in a cabin until this blows over!” He tried to reasoned with you but you were steadfast

“My doppelganger thinks that I’m hiding somewhere here and won’t stop until they find me!” You grabbed the ginger’s arms and squeezed them. “If they find me here and realize that the Fatui was hiding me here, it won’t end kindly for Snezhnaya. It won’t matter whether you are fatui or not, it’s all going to be destroyed! Your friends and family will all be gone! And I’m not going to let innocent people be hurt because of my war with my Doppelgänger!” You finally let go of Childe’s arms and continued to put on the jacket, you saw the internal struggle that he was experiencing.

“Their Grace is right.” Aether said as he looked towards the direction where the palace is. “The imposter will stop at nothing to get their hands on their Grace and has destroyed an entire civilization before. We need to get them away from Snezhnaya as soon as possible.”

You turned towards the agent and gave him a smile and handed him your jacket. “Don’t worry, Alexei, just make sure Arlecchino gets the message and I’ll make sure you get a fat paycheck.”

Alexei grabbed your jacket and nodded before running off, holding your jacket in his arms not daring to put it on as he headed towards the direction of Zapolyarny Palace.

You turned your head towards your companions, “You ready?”

They all nod their heads, Lumine grabs your hand and began to lead you towards the direction opposite to the capital and away from the army

Running and good distance away you turned your head towards where the army is only to see a figure perched atop a tree, starring right at you

Despite their leopard like mask covering their face you could still feel their eyes looking deep into you, almost like their looking into your soul. But they just turned their head, especially ignoring the fact they just saw you. Almost like they knew of your situation and helped you by feigning ignorance of your presence

But you’ll question it later, the only thought in your mind is leaving Snezhnaya

Taglist:

@chuuya-brainrot @creation-magician @tartarsaucechi1de @vvyeislazzy @kokomisimpppp @aludicpoet @undecidingfate @annoying-mary @randomnatics @ventixthexanemoxarchon @bore2808 @lizzhearthz @bidisasterforevermore @dxprived4-starboys @angstylittleb1tch @esthelily @yurivision @angelamelamela @d4y-dr3am3r @blackcoffex @not-the-shroom @raffaelo4ka @rebeccawinters @lhaol @artwitchh @imyme20 @nymphsdomain @sun7lowxr @itz-luna @flowerypesky @ghost-mint @mmmhyperfixation @legendaryexperthideout @lapinaenmicoche @sinsdumbdrabble

[aetherdoesthings]

Hey hey! I saw your post about you being sick, and I hope you’re alright! It sucks dog water to have a sore throat and a fever at the same time so I do hope you’re alright. :)

I do have a request but please don’t do it until you feel better again aether.

Forthwith to the request, could you write about reader feeling overwhelmed and like Robin tries to give them affection but reader accidentally snaps at her because it just further overwhelmed them? (am having Robin brainrot right now 😭)

Again please just do this if you’re feeling better, no rush! Oh and you asked me to give you a nickname for me so I thought about it and I decided on lemon!

Anyways I hope you have a good day and thank you if you take this request 🍋🫶🏾

hey hey 🍋 anon! thank you so much 🫶🏻! i'm somewhat better now, so that's improvement.

forethoughts: i know i said in the last one i was going to be away but i tried to squeeze this one in before i leave.

notes: gn!reader

You don’t remember the last time you slept or drank or even ate. You were hunched over at your desk, hands cramped and shoulders screaming in pain. Your fingers were covered in ink, veins popping out of your skin as you tried to hold the quill in your hand. A stack of papers were set aside on the desk next to you, all covered in words you had written in the past days. There was so much work to do, and so little time. You were the scribe of the Straw Hat Pirates, documenting everything they did everyday. You always had a pen and paper in hand, jotting down everything they did and highlighted every key point. It was exhausting work; you never got a good night’s rest or had a day where you enjoyed being on the ship. But nevertheless, you did what you had to do. 

Sometimes you’d get a break, when the resident archaeologist would pop into your room and bring a tray of snacks and drinks, lulling you to sleep by making you rest against her body and making you hear her serene voice. You were always thankful for Robin’s actions, and always wanted to return her kindness. Whenever you asked, Robin simply replied by saying, “I’d like you to take care of yourself.” That was your dilemma. You wanted to lean against Robin and fall asleep, but you needed to work. Your needs came before your wants. 

Your head fell against the stacks of paper, which were taller than your shoulders. The muscles in your hands finally relaxed, the quill scraping against the paper. Five minutes. And then back to work. You told yourself. Your eyelids grew heavy, as consciousness started to slip away. It immediately sprung back as you heard a familiar knock on your door. Short long short--Robin was here. You didn’t have the energy to turn around, so you listened to the footsteps of the archaeologist make her way towards you. Letting out a sigh, you lifted your head, barely acknowledging Robin. Your body was forced to the back of the chair as Robin placed a tray of food on top of the page you were writing. There was all your favorite food on it, as well as your favorite drink. Robin took a seat on the chair next to your desk, looking at you with a disappointed look.

“You didn’t come out to eat today.” Robin commented.

“I’m busy.” You replied. You always said that. You could hear your stomach growling, eager to devour the entire plate of food. No, that’s not what you needed. That’s what you wanted. You needed to work. “I need to work. I need to focus.”

“Y/N… when was the last time you slept?” Robin asked, her voice filled with concern as she studied your face. Robin always did that whenever she was with you, nitpicking every detail and finding a cause for each. It annoyed you at the beginning, but after so many visits and trays of food, you’d gotten used to Robin’s cautious behavior around you, even though you never did anything to get rid of it.

“I don’t know…two days ago?” You mumbled, the thought of sleep causing a yawn to be ripped out of your throat. 

“Y/N… you should sleep.” 

“I don’t need sleep. I need to work.”

“Yes, you do.” Robin sighed, taking one of your hands into hers. Your hands were much more veiny than her smooth and soft ones, no doubt from writing all day. “Work matters less than your wellbeing.”

“Robin, we’ve been through this more than a hundred times. I’m fine. If I don’t do my job, then history will never get the right picture of us.”

“And we’ll go through this another hundred times if it means you’ll finally listen to me.” Robin said adamantly. “You know how much I love your work ethic and your dedication to your job. But there’s a balance you must draw between life and work. If you let work seep into your life, you’re not going to enjoy life to its fullest.” 

“And if I don’t do my job, then we’re fucked.”

“Y/N, please. I rather the future see us differently than see you suffering like this.”

“This isn’t suffering.”

“Y/N, listen to yourself. See that this is becoming unhealthy for you. You need to take a break.”

“Don’t tell me what I need.” You snapped, glaring at Robin as you removed your hand from her grip. You stood up, knocking your chair over as you pointed a finger at the archaeologist. “I know what I need. I know that if I miss even a single day that’s not written down, the people of the future will not be able to know who the Straw Hat Pirates are to the fullest; they will mischaracterize us. I am holding the Straw Hat’s legacy in my hand. If I don’t do my work, then everyone’s work right now will all be for nothing. Don’t you understand, Robin?! I have the Straw Hat’s legacy in my fucking hands. I need to be vigilant and write everything down. I need to work. I need to work so that Luffy will forever be the King of the Pirates, so that Zoro will be remembered as the great swordsman. I don’t need sleep, food, or water. I don’t need you to check up on me everyday just to see if I'm healthy. I don’t care if I’m not healthy, I care about my job. I need to work. I need to--”

You didn’t even finish your sentence before your body fell against Robin’s, legs turning into jelly, from the lack of food that went into your system. You felt like passing out, your head empty and floating with the clouds above. All your muscles immediately shut down; the wave of drowsiness you had tried to hold back hitting you like a truck. Robin cradled your body, holding you tight against her chest. You struggled against her grip, but in your extremely weakened state, you couldn’t do anything. Tears started to form in the corner of your eyes, realization hitting your head of what you just did.

Robin was the one who was always there for you, checking up on you everyday to make sure you were alright. She was the only one who actually cared about you and your wellbeing, not your work. And you had just dismissed everything she had tried to do for your sake. You ever ignorant and stubborn self had just pushed the only person that gave a damn about you. You clenched your eyes shut, gritting your teeth at your mistake. Teardrops started to roll down your face, hitting Robin’s shirt. You didn’t deserve her kindness. You didn’t deserve anything. You deserved to be shackled to a desk with a quill in hand for eternity.

But there were still hands around you, holding you tight. Multiple hands. Robin’s real hands were holding your head, her fingers interlocked in your hair as she held you tightly against her body.

“I’m sorry… I’m sorry. I’m sorry for snapping.” You croaked out, resting your head against Robin’s shoulder. You found it harder to fight against the sleep you desperately wanted, but you had to stay awake. Let the gravitas of the situation force your eyes open. “I don’t deserve this. I don’t deserve your care.”

“Yes you do, and stop apologizing.” Robin whispered into your ear, her warm and comforting voice bringing your heart to peace. “You’re tired. You haven’t eaten or drank anything. You’re always obsessed with work, obsessed with doing your best. It’s alright to want to do your best and want to give your best work. But Y/N, please recognize the state you’re in. Wouldn’t your health affect your work? If you had to write another paper in this state, would it even be as good as the work you put out when you’re at 100%? Your health matters too. Please, take tomorrow off. I will handle all your work. I just want to see you in bed with a full stomach. I need to see you in a bed with a full stomach. I can’t stand seeing you suffer like this because you think it would be the end of the world if you stopped working. You need rest. You need food. You need water. You don’t need to work.”

Her words sunk into your heart, as you swallowed a large and bitter pill. You closed your eyes, resting against Robin’s body. She continued to use her hands to soothe and relax your body, massaging your shoulders and back.

This was what you wanted.

This was what you needed.

You needed to be in Robin’s arms and forget about your work.

You needed to hear Robin’s words and listen to her voice.

You didn’t need work. You didn’t need to worry or be stressed.

You needed Robin.  

[terra-tortoise]

Shizuko (#86640806) for dtday

[bee-fox]

Dreaming up some teams for my blaseball inspired, propaganda focused, game. top 4 6 will be selected for the four teams!

have at it, my friends!

[kavvueh]

Painting Flowers

by @kavvueh

Chapter 19

Read it here! (A snippet from the chapter is below the cut after the images!)

“All those details? Mostly what I’ve gathered from my own research. This specifically? I asked the Liyue Qixing, and they let me scan it.”

“For free?”

“I did them a little favor before. They owed me.”

Albedo shook his head. “The Akademiya Scribe and the Liyue Qixing… Aether, You never fail to impress.”

“Good!” His friend leaned over the text on his desk. “Let’s focus, please.”

Albedo shrugged. “Go on.”

Aether continued where he left off. “ Anfortas’s son thought the fall of the kingdom was tragic. He had some mixed feelings about losing his birth parents, but beyond that, he mourned the loss of life and culture. He spent the rest of his life painting things from Khaenri’ah, in true nationalist fashion. His efforts for preservation are still valuable today, especially because he gathered and restored Khaenri’an-made pieces like his father’s. 

“But since the son’s passing, Anfortas’s paintings have been hoarded by wealthy collectors over the years. To date, the Lawrence clan donation is one of maybe half a dozen of his works to be found outside of that closed circle.”

“That’s incredible,” Albedo admitted. “His son loved his homeland very much.”

“He did.” Aether closed the book. “Here’s the bombshell, though. Are you ready?”

“There’s more?” he asked.

“Just one more thing,” Aether assured him. “It’s the most important part to me, though. So. Ready?”

Albedo nodded.

Aether grinned widely. “Anfortas’s second, illegitimate son? He was named Albedo Alberich.”

[plumblossomcafe]

Ch.85: Jnagarbha Day(1/2)

The next day

Paimon: Today is the Akademiya's Jnagarbha Day. We can finally put our plan into action! Alhaitham should be waiting for us. Let's go to the Akademiya and find him!

At the entrance of the Akademiya

Alhaitham: Hello, you two. Sleep well?

Paimon: Ugh, not really... Paimon got too nervous thinking about today and didn't fall asleep until the sun was almost up... What about you, Alhaitham?

Alhaitham: Naturally, I slept just fine. After all, a good rest should be considered part of the plan since energy is an important resource.

Paimon: Y—You just wanna show off how calm you are!

Alhaitham: It's crucial to dissipate any tension before we execute our plan.

Paimon: The only thing you're doing is being annoying!

Alhaitham: Anyway, do you need me to go over the game plan again?

Aether: Yes, just in case. I want to confirm everything again.

Alhaitham: Our target is Grand Sage Azar's office. Everyone in the Akademiya knows that's where the Grand Sage's console is. Only they can operate it. Many restricted commands and operations are executed via that console. I'm sure that console has a way to free Lesser Lord Kusanali and Y/n.

Paimon: You know, Paimon's been thinking... What kind of technology could let the sages imprison even a god?

Alhaitham: That isn't something they could've accomplished with their scholarly talents alone. In the Sanctuary of Surasthana, there's a device of Greater Lord Rukkhadevata's that she once used to isolate herself while meditating. Five hundred years ago, the Grand Sage at the time modified the device so that it could no longer be controlled from the inside. They're effectively trapping two gods with the power of another.

Paimon: So, uh, how are we gonna get to the Grand Sage's office?

Alhaitham: Don't forget, today is Jnagarbha Day, arguably the most important day to the Akademiya. The sages and core Akademiya personnel are busy loading the latest batch of research developments and legal decrees into Knowledge Capsules so that they can be entered into the Akasha. All the Darshans' researchers have their noses to the grindstone, and the Akademiya's grounds are flowing with all sorts of people. It's the perfect time for an infiltration. When the Grand Sage leaves his office to supervise the entering process, that's our cue to access the console and free Y/n and the Dendro Archon.

Aether: When you put things that way... The plan feels a bit unrefined.

Alhaitham: Well, yes. That's just the visible side of our plan, after all. If precedence holds, the Akademiya should have already started preparing for Jnagarbha Day.

Paimon: Everyone should be in position. All that's left is for us to lead the charge!

Alhaitham: Let's go.

Paimon: Uhh... So are we just going to walk in through the front door? Or...?

Alhaitham: ...Yes? Were you expecting a stealthier approach?

Paimon: Ugh, Paimon can't think of a good comeback... Alright, it's all on Alhaitham if things go south.

Upon entering the Akademiya

Viraf: ...S—Scribe? Please wait. Are you Scribe Alhaitham?

Paimon: Eh!?

Aether: *whispers* Calm down, Paimon...

Alhaitham: That's me. Is something the matter? I'm in a hurry.

Viraf: Ah, n—no, I was just surprised to see you here. I had heard that the sages were looking for you not long ago, but I didn't know what for. And, um, also... Please don't bring outside guests into the Akademiya.

Aether: "This isn't looking good... We were noticed..."

Alhaitham: Outside guests? How did you arrive at such a conclusion? Your groundless inference shames the Haravatat Darshan.

Viraf: W—What did you say...? I'm the top student in Haravatat, and I earned third place at the last inter-Darshan debate. Don't look down on me!

Alhaitham: That wasn't my intention. As your Haravatat senior, I just assumed that you possessed a greater aptitude for critical thinking. Look. Based on what you already know, the purpose of my return and the reason they're here should be obvious.

Viraf: I—Is that so... Wait a moment — let me think. Don't tell me the answer! *thinks* The sages' are still searching for... A blond-haired traveler... Outside guests... *realizes the answer* So, from the start... the sages weren't looking for you, but this traveler? And you were gone from the Akademiya for so long because...

Alhaitham: Hey, shh... Yes, you've proven yourself as the top student in Haravatat. I surmise you have arrived at the correct conclusion.

Viraf: As I expected! Please forgive me, I wasn't thinking clearly just now. Thank you for getting me back on track.

Alhaitham: It's nothing. We'll be on our way, then.

Viraf: Alright. Thank you for your contributions to the Akademiya, Scribe.

Alhaitham, Aether, and Paimon continue into the Akademiya

Paimon: What the heck just happened now...? What did he just guess?

Alhaitham: I'm afraid I don't know either.

Paimon: You have no idea!?

Alhaitham: Mhm. He convinced himself of whatever truth he came up with. That is the so-called "pride" of a scholar. If someone questions their academic facility, they will instantly feign understanding to keep up appearances. Nowadays, the Akademiya is rampant with this type of scholar. Their obvious farces of intellect only serve to highlight themselves as fools.

Paimon: Wow, so there are special ways to deal with smart people. We don't even need to make up our own excuses...

Alhaitham: We shouldn't waste any more time. It would be problematic if we missed our window of opportunity. Let's go.

Inside the House of Daena

Paimon: Is this the Akademiya's library?

Alhaitham: Indeed. Known as the House of Daena, it is quite possibly the most extensive special collections library in Teyvat.

Paimon: Uh, there are a lot of students going through here... Is it really okay just to waltz right in?

Alhaitham: The Akademiya marches to a fast beat, especially since it's Jnagarbha Day. They're all occupied with their own matters. Just act natural. Now, hurry along.

After walking past the guards

Paimon: What's this platform for?

Alhaitham: It's a lift that Akademiya personnel use to access higher floors.

Paimon: Are we gonna take it, then? The Grand Sage's office is up there somewhere.

Alhaitham: No, not right now. We can't guarantee that we won't run into the Grand Sage. Let's step back and observe for now.

Paimon: You think the Grand Sage will exit from there? And after he does, we'd sneak past him...? Paimon thinks that's really dangerous...

Alhaitham: Who knows. However, if we can confirm Azar's current location, our operation will be much safer if we...

Azar: ...Allow me to offer you a hint. If you wish to know his location, look behind you.

Aether: !? *turns around quickly* Busted...

Paimon: Aah, y—you're... What's Grand Sage Azar doing here!?

Alhaitham: Hmph...

Azar: Do not tell me you believed the Akademiya would not grow suspicious of you after such a prolonged absence... Scribe. An eyewitness had informed me of your whereabouts, so I came to personally welcome you.

Alhaitham: Grand Sage, I didn't expect you to care so much about me. I'm truly flattered.

Azar: I'm sure, but compared to you, I am far more interested in these two unexpected guests. You are... Aether and Paimon, correct? It's a pity that only now have I been afforded the opportunity to formally meet two out of three of Sumeru's most esteemed guests, the ones that insolent girl keeps whining about. I do apologize for my lack of decorum.

Aether: "Don't you dare call Y/n that you - No, calm down Aether don't let this bustard's words get to you." *clenches his hands tight* Let's talk. It's not too late for you to stop.

Azar: Excellent, you immediately initiated discussion instead of attempting to prepare some perfunctory excuse. You clearly understand the situation at hand and have no intention of making a reckless stand. The foot traffic here renders this place unsuitable for discussion. Please, follow me to my office.

Paimon: This place is crawling with guards... There's no way out for us...

Azar: Alright then, Aether. What did you wish to discuss with me? Today is Jnagarbha Day, so I still have many responsibilities to attend to. There is little time for idle chit-chat before I detain you all.

Aether: The Fatui are not to be trusted. They have ulterior motives.

Azar: You seem to know quite a bit about our endeavors... If that is so, then you should be praising our great work rather than using your trivial misgivings in a futile attempt to sway me.

Paimon: Trivial...?

Azar: Then tell me: What do the Fatui want from me?

Aether: A Gnosis? Or ...Maybe benefits of some kind.

Azar: ...Tch, worthless. Those are all completely worthless. Benefits, divine power... These materialistic words do nothing but debase our great work. Creating a god... Yes, we are using human wisdom and a god's blood to create a god! If humanity can not attain omniscience and omnipotence, then we shall create a god to reveal them! This is the pinnacle of human wisdom. We shall regain a god's guidance at long last. No longer will we flounder in the interminable void of consciousness and knowledge. Even Irminsul will be freed from its plight. For our nation of scholars, this is the ultimate aspiration — no cost is too great to realize it.

Aether: You say it's the pinnacle of human wisdom... But in the end, you're still relying on a god.

Azar: You will never understand the rapture of having a god be born within your very hands. With your degree of knowledge, you can not even comprehend such an emotion.

Aether: *losing his patience* What about Lesser Lord Kusanali? It's not like Sumeru didn't already have a god of its own.

Azar: Gods exist on a plane that far eclipses humanity's. Lesser Lord Kusanali... What can she even do? Care for the people? Fend off sandstorms? Fabricate silly fairy tales? These are but child's play for the Akademiya. Does that make us equal to the gods? We are a people favored by Greater Lord Rukkhadevata. Though I may have personally not seen it, our forefathers bore witness to "true wisdom." The ascension of the Lesser Lord has brought nothing but bewilderment to the scholars. They all ask, "Is that truly what true wisdom is supposed to look like?" With that in mind, it is better to keep her isolated in the Sanctuary of Surasthana so our academy will not become embroiled in turmoil.

Paimon: What a pathetic justification! Do you really think that only the super smart or powerful should be able to call themselves gods? Plus, you're using a god against her will

Aether: "I don't know what I can say or do. The arrogance of the scholars..."

Alhaitham: As per your judgment, Grand Sage, they are indeed dangerous individuals... Not only are they acting against the Akademiya, but their ideologies have the potential to lead scholars astray. Looks like there really was merit in my assignment.

Paimon: Alhaitham...? Are you talking about us?

Alhaitham: Anyway, I've brought them to the Akademiya as ordered, but it took some time and trouble. Oh, that reminds me, here's the investigation report you requested. *holding a Knowledge Capsule* It's a summary of my time spent with Aether. An array of information about him, ready for your perusal.

Paimon: *shocked* Alhaitham, so you're... You're still on the Akademiya's side! We finally started to trust you...

Aether: We've been set up. *pissed* Alhaitham, you...

Azar: *examines the Knowledge Capsule* ... Excellent. Detailed contents with no errors... I would expect nothing less than an immaculate report from the Scribe. As it is Jnagarbha Day, I'll enter the information on you into the Akasha. ...Surely, you know what that means?

Paimon: ...We'll be monitored, just like Cyno.

Azar: With the Akasha's calculation prowess, all of your actions will be predicted with an accuracy of at least 98%. Furthermore, your data will be updated in real time whenever new information presents itself. To put it into words you can understand... Wherever you go, you will be walking under an invisible leash. This is Sumeru's greatest penalty for dishonest persons.

Aether: When you say "dishonest persons"......Does that also include your General Mahamatra?

Azar: Are you not familiar with the concept that great responsibility begets an equally great suspicion? In any case, you are Sumeru's most concerning external variable. Locking you down will greatly decrease the chance of any undesirable outcomes coming to pass.

Paimon: You're despicable!

Azar: Despicable? Perhaps from your perspective, but... I suppose you had mentally prepared yourselves for this, no?

Aether: What do you mean?

Azar: Your ploy was to "sacrifice" Aether here, was it not?

Paimon: Ah...

Alhaitham: ...Lord Azar, I know what you're trying to say, but I've been following your plan this entire time. Why are you doubting me at this juncture?

Azar: Hmph, must I delineate your entire plan? Very well, I will spell things out. First off, I received an eyewitness report that you were spotted with Aether at Caravan Ribat. However, you immediately departed for the desert and escaped surveillance range. Judging by the time, you all likely encountered the truant General Mahamatra in the desert... Am I correct?

Paimon: Ugh, maybe Paimon shouldn't have mentioned Cyno just now...

Azar: The Akademiya had not received correspondence from its Scribe for a prolonged time. You were also in the company of Aether, a close associate of the brat and Lesser Lord Kusanali, and General Mahamatra Cyno, who had defected from the Akademiya. With their instigation, what was the probability that you would betray the Akademiya? Rationally speaking... 50%? 70%? What do you think?

Alhaitham: Regardless, that's only a guess. The facts are that I've brought Aether right before you, and I gave you my report.

Azar: Indeed, your boldness deserves praise. To think that despite status as an outlander, the Traveler is still willing to sacrifice for the sake of your plan... If I'm correct, you have a contingency plan to save the brat and Lesser Lord Kusanali and ruin our great work... Sneaking into the Akademiya on Jnagarbha Day using Alhaitham's status as the Scribe, for there is a good chance that an opportunity to save the brat and Lesser Lord will arise. Should your intentions be discovered, Alhaitham will "turn traitor" and sacrifice Aether, thus proving his innocence. He can then stay inside the Akademiya and continue searching for a way to proceed forward. As for Cyno... According to the Akasha's calculations, he will soon return to the Akademiya and confront me in person. I suppose this is also a part of your plan?

Alhaitham: ...Heh, you'll see me as a traitor regardless of what I say, no? Even if you impugned me, it would have little effect on you all.

Azar: You misunderstand. Losing our Scribe would irreparably damage the Akademiya's regular operations and the development of Sumeru's future academic systems... However, under the current circumstances... Even that is trivial compared to what we stand to gain from our great work.

Alhaitham: You said that I betrayed the Akademiya, but you, Azar... You've betrayed all of Sumeru, betrayed its archon while using and hurting a god!

Azar: Hmph, so flight has turned to fight at long last. Guards!

As Azar orders the guards to surround them, Alhaitham begins to enter a manic state as his Akasha Terminal turns red

Alhaitham: Azar...

A Divine Knowledge Capsule falls from Alhaitham, which goes unnoticed by Azar

Azar: Well, what do we have here... So you stole that Divine Knowledge Capsule

Alhaitham: *in an angry tone* Traitor... *reaching out* You, traitor...

Azar: Even the most rational scholar will yearn for the power of a god in a moment of desperation. Aren't you doing the exact same thing as me, Alhaitham? Unfortunately for you, no god will lend you their power

Alhaitham: Azar!!

Alhaitham lost his mind completely as he charged past the two guards towards Azar before another guard blocked him, causing him to fall onto Azar's desk. Alhaitham continues to struggle against the guards

Azar: *wipes off his robe* He has gone completely insane

A guard hits Alhaitham on the head with a halberd, knocking him unconscious

Azar: Take him to the matra, and exile him to Aaru Village. Then, find someone to take these two to the confinement room. I'll deal with them later

Uday: *walks up to Azar* Grand Sage, we have finished all required preparations for Jnagarbha Day. We may begin to enter the capsules now

Azar: Excellent. You may begin

While Alhaitham is being escorted through Sumeru City, his Akasha Terminal turns green again. As he is escorted past Nilou, he gives her a knowing smile while Nilou nods in affirmation

[maskedemerald]

WIP List (Tag Game!)

I was tagged ages ago by @the-down-upside-finch thank you so much! Sadly I was in deadline and life drama time so catching up on the tagged stuff now.

RULES: post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! and then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

Warning: This is going to get long, like seriously I have too many even if I discount the Fan Fic ideas... which I am doing because some of them might get used for future challenges that need them not to be talked about.

Feel free to send me an ask about any of these!

Book Writing Stuff

A Curiosity Piqued Series

Medallion Heist

Message in a Bottle

Wards

Rivals

The Vanished Researcher

The Shadow Master

The Transfigured Corpse

Framed

The Traveler

The Queen of Stone

Lapis Feather (Previously Frost Amber)

Vigdis' Revenge

The Shadow Master Returns

The Bleeding Tree

Sentience

NecRomance

Doppelganger

A Brother's Return

Null Beast

Ruins of Crystal Spires

Loops

Ari vs Arnvaldr

A Focus of Time

Haunting Memories

Lost Brother

The Queen of Stone's Revenge

Uneasy Aliance

And that's just the A Curiosity Piqued WIPs!

Magic Act

Vampire Saga

Queen's Conmen

Apprenticeships in Sorcery

A Kind of Freedom

Biological Component

Blood Book

Caged Phoenix

Captain's Shoes

Curse of the Sands

Dragon Egg

Dreaming Weapon

Sands in the Hourglass

Frozen Dragon

Hatchling

In the Ashes of the Bookshop

Kayla Rising

Last Breath

Last Man on Earth

Odd

Prince Pendant

Prince's Secret

Rebirth

Should Have Been Born a Fish

Stolen Breath

Taking up the Chase

White Raven

Wish You were Here

Glaesier

Astral Projection thing

Book Boy

Wynn equivalent

Lethal Lyra

Anastriana

Garnet

Spark the Fires

Space Druid

Talisman Warlock

Forget me not

Game Writing Stuff

Light of the Oubliette

Willow

New Khronos

Fenrir

Aether Shards

Comics Writing Stuff

Better Luck

Searching Prince

Dragon Cursed

Bottle Pirates

Phantom Circus

Not Under the Mountain

Now for the Tags:

It would be crazy for me to try and tag 1 person for everything listed here, seriously that would be 67 just counting the book writing things! So I'm just going to tag all my current writers tag list and throw it open to anyone else. (Shout at me if you want to be added to the writers list for tag games, whatever you write be it original stuff or fan fiction!)

No pressure tagging @scribe-of-stories, @allie-and-the-words, @card-queen, @sm-writes-chaos, @the-real-lyra-vale, @squarebracket-trick, @jasperygrace, @pb-dot, @wmlittlemore-is-writing, @akiwitch, @aalinaaaaaa, @cat-esper, @chayscribbles, @thetwentiethdisaster, @i-rove-rock-n-roll, @ashwithapen, @vaultofqueenorion, @sparrow-orion-writes, @thetruearchmagos, @taveren-writing, @alnaperera, @amaiguri, @guessillcallitart, @stesierra, @sam-glade, @thebearthatreads, @dogmomwrites, @callahanscorner

I apologize if some of you were already tagged for this game while I was gone with IRL chaos throw a link at me and I'll take a look if you did!

[tis-i-lyney]

Your eyes do not deceive you!

Are you excited? Surprised? Or even better, curious? Well, keep your eyes peeled, you never know what could happen in the blink of an eye!

Though, I can't tell you the secrets behind my magic.

Rules & General info

Personal headcanons are included in portayal.

In-character asks are welcome, OCs welcome.

Bigotry will not be tolerated.

No outright NSWF, but suggestive content is fine with warnings.

If you are unsure about an ask, message me for confirmation/permission.

Mod has work, there may be delays in responses.

Asks relevant to story will be tagged with "Genshin spoilers" for two weeks after release.

This may be updated if necessary.

Other blogs:

Tighnari: @ask-tighnari

Alhaitham: @scribe-not-sage

Wriothesley: @duke-wrio

Zhongli: @wangsheng-consultancy

Baizhu: @bubu-pharmacy-doctor

Kaeya: @cavalry-cap-kaeya

Tags

cards 🃏 - general tag

magic 🃏 - anything related to our shows

freminet 🐧

twinsies 🐈

youngsters 🧡 - other siblings from the House

solar tricks - Aether interactions and mentions (older posts will be under "red dwarf", we had to change it because that was a fandom tag and we were appearing there)

[quinnchee]

Are you okay? It's been a long while since you've uploaded.

Did you move blogs or just quit? It's okay whatever you did I was just curious and wanted to make sure you're all goods!

Feel free to ignore this if you don't want to answer but have a nice day and have some flowers for your time 💐

Hello! Thanks for checking in, I’m doing fine- kinda? My priorities have shifted and I started working on my studies and my job to pay for said studies, so I haven’t been writing very much. I’ve been itching to write more though so I hope to make a full come back during the new years if I can!

I do however have 2 long works I’ve been constantly tweaking: the Aether/Alhaitham x reader I took down to edit has a whopping 1000+ extra words and the Neuvillette x reader which im struggling with... Anyways It’s a good time to share a snippet of them now, so here ya go-

Aether/Alhaitham x reader snippet:

A week passed with Aether still occupied with Archon knows what and you continue to fill your days with lonely walks. Stumbling forward your pacing slows as you pass by the same cafe- you hate to admit this but you’ve been waking past it almost every day watching the sweet delight called padisarah pudding get eaten up. You could almost cry, wail even, pulling your eyes away you spot a familiar face. Albaitham. You’d come to realize that he’d take this path every day to go somewhere, never did you care enough to try and figure out where he went. But today was a little different. Often you two would give a small acknowledgment like a nod or a small hello as a sign of respect before continuing on, but today he stops “I noticed you’ve been distracted by the cafe every time I pass by, keeping your eyes on the road is much more important don’t you think?” A moment of silence passes by before he speaks again, “perhaps you’re interested in something?” You flinch slightly processing his words, you didn’t take Alhaitham for a man to be curious about things outside his personal life- nevertheless you answer explaining how the padisarah pudding had been seducing you these past days but the chains of your empty wallet had stopped you from indulging. You notice your dramatic wordplay causes a twitch in his face. Eyes widening you notice the small but quick wrinkle on his cheeks a small frown- or was that a smile? Before you can even speak he offers to buy you one stating it’s nothing but a small chip in his wallet and you excitingly agree. You went home with a small bag of pudding today. The glorious dessert was enjoyed alone, though you felt a little less lonely despite the empty room.

Another day another outing you’d hope to see some familiar faces maybe your Aether? Perhaps a certain scribe too? Either way, your path remains the same- wandering around Sumeru and once the sun starts to get too hot you’d walk by the same cafe and see the same face. Of course, you’d never think that you’d already see the silver-haired man waiting there small book in hand a bag in the other, even more so when he lifted the bag to your face. 

“For you.”

“For me?”

Neuvillette x reader: “Nuvillette!” You called, finally had you managed to convince him to spend the evening with you, all with a little bribing of course! Water from liyues finest untouched spring and sumerus fresh forest water you had promised before. Who knew he was such a water connoisseur? Clicking and clanking sounded your entrance, glass hitting glass as you walk up yo him “Evening Nuvillette, as promised, your fancy water.”  Carefully you hand the bottles to him, watching as he looks at the crystal clear liquid his fingers twitching slightly “he likes it!” Sighing you lead him to a small area a table you personally dragged out to create a homey area for the two of you. That evening the two of you talked the night away, and happily you soaked up his attention.