cythiraeth

[cythiraeth]

cupid's chokehold! pt. II - i. e. the moment genshin men knew they've fallen for you

✧ ─ ⌑ pairing: gn!reader x lyney, kaveh, childe (separate)

✧ ─ ⌑ short summary: the exact moment (or process which lead to it) when genshin men knew that they are head over heels in love with you!

✧ ─ ⌑ about the work: lowercase, fluff for lyney, more angst for kaveh and kinda angst for childe, not proof-read i think

✧ ─ ⌑ notes: hi guys! i know it's been LONG since i posted the first part of this series but hey better late than never! i actually wrote it some time ago but i kind of forgot to post it, so i don't remember if it's proof-read or not (i hope it is) lolol enjoy and until the next time! also reminding you that my requests are open <3

link to first part: ☆ (featuring al-haitham, cyno, xiao)

and my genshin impact masterlist: ☆

✧ ─ ⌑ word count: 2.2 k in total

lyney

when you looked at him with such an amazement in your eyes and it was all about his magical performances. when you listened really carefully to what he told you and watched closely what he showed you. of course, thousands of people would come and watch his performances and give him compliments but the feeling they gave him was nowhere near the feeling your words made him feel

the lights of the stage were dimming, the theater still buzzing with the energy of lyney’s latest magical performance. applause echoed in the grand hall, a thunderous acknowledgment of the magician's mastery. 

there were so many people there, so why were his eyes searching for you? why wouldn't it matter to him if the whole room emptied and you were the only one left there?

it was just that… he kind of felt like no-one shared those passionate feelings with him. a lot of people came to watch, they were laughing and looking impressed by his tricks, but still, something was lacking

he felt like the impression he left on the audience was rather… temporary. he couldn't do anything but watch them leave a few minutes after the performance ended without asking any questions and already talking about what they are going to have for lunch today.

after the performance, when the crowd had dispersed, and the theater was silent, he found you lingering near the edge of the stage. he was still in his performance attire, his hat tucked under his arm, his smile as dazzling as ever.

“enjoyed the show?” he asked, his voice carrying that familiar teasing lilt.

you looked up at him, your face lighting up in a way that made his breath catch. “enjoyed? lyney, that was incredible! how do you even come up with these tricks? the floating cards, the disappearing rabbits… it’s like you’re weaving a dream right in front of everyone’s eyes.”

you always seemed so interested in everything he showed you, you always asked questions, it was just purely visible that you cared about everything he's got to tell you

and it was actually really… hot to him

yeah, he knows, it sounds kind of pathetic but hear him out

it just felt so good when he saw those sparkles of amazement in your eyes, he was so proud of himself that he made you this excited so it was a win-win situation

“look, y/n, you see this rose, right?” he once showed you a beautiful red rose that laid on his palm

“yes, of course” you giggled, focusing your eyes on him so as not to miss any of his movements

“but what about now?” he asked, quickly turning his hand over and hiding it behind his back

“well, now i certainly don’t” you rolled your eyes but there was still a smile dancing on your lips and a bit of laughter in your voice. you cheeks were slightly blushed, probably because of the temperature that was rather high that day (or perhaps because of how close his body was to yours, definitely closer than it was needed to perform a magic trick)

then, he showed you his hands again, but this time there was no flower 

“easy, you just hid it behind you back…” you explained to him his own magic trick, what made him chuckle a little

“well, if i were you i wouldn’t be so sure about that” he almost whispered into your ear, leaning closer

your heart skipped a beat because you had no idea what his intentions were, but before you’ve got to say anything he returned to his place and gently touched a bit of your hair, just above you ear

(you were almost blushing, giggling and kicking your feet at that point) (AND SO WAS HE)

you too touched this spot when he withdrew his hand, only to find the red rose, fixed behind your ear

“THAT WAS AMAZING, LYNEY!” you gasped out loud, visibly excited and his heart was just about to melt for a moment. “i’ll never understand how you do all of this!”

“that’s the point, dear y/n” he said softly. “magic is meant to be felt, not understood. and i have to admit, it’s much more fun for a magician when there’s someone like you watching.”

“someone like me?” you tilted your head

“someone who doesn’t just watch,” he explained, his smile softening. “you listen, you try to understand the story behind the tricks, and you look at it all with such wonder. It’s… different.”

you flushed at his words, glancing away shyly. “well, your performances deserve that kind of attention. they’re not just tricks; they’re art. and i want to know every detail of it!”

“a great magician never reveals all of his secrets to the audience, y/n” he winked at you

though, a part of him wanted to tell you everything you wished to hear, since you were starting to definitely be more than just an ordinary audience member to him…

kaveh

when you comforted him once after an argument with al-haitham. you were so kind and understanding to him that he literally nearly cried, because never in his life had he felt so cared of and important to. he almost immediately knew that you were the right person to spend the rest of his life with.

when you’ve heard a loud knock at your door in the early evening, you certainly did not expect that when you open the door, the person standing in front of you would be the renowned sumeru architect himself

“kaveh? what brings you here?” you questioned and stepped aside immediately, motioning for him to come in.

it turned out that he and your other friend, who both had thought that living together would be a great idea (it wasn’t), had another fierce argument

kaveh stormed out of the shared house, his heart pounding and his mind clouded with frustration. he couldn’t even remember what had started the fight - just that it had spiraled into something ugly, leaving him feeling small and unheard, as it always did.

“just… another fight with, you know, him” he sighed, running a hand through his hair “not like it’s something new. but-” his voice cracked for a second “it feels like no matter what i say, he doesn’t care. he doesn’t even take into consideration anything i say!”

you were stunned by how eager he was to share all those thoughts with you, but you didn’t say anything - in fact, you were quite fond of this. it meant that he felt comfortable around you, enough to entrust you with his sincere feelings.

“it leaves me feeling like none of what i say matters. like i don’t matter” he added and your heart ached at the vulnerability in his voice. you sat down beside him, your hand hovering for a moment before gently resting on his. 

“you do matter, kaveh!” you said firmly “to your friends, to me and many others. i understand that al-haitham is often difficult to handle, but it doesn’t make you any less important!”

he rose his head and looked at you with those crimson eyes, and for a moment you swore that you saw them watering up a little bit 

“do you really think so?” he asked carefully

“i don’t think so, i know it” you replied, squeezing his hand to comfort him. “your passion, talent, personality - i assure you, it inspires a lot of people. and don’t even try to think otherwise because of some stupid al-haitham and his humours”

it almost caught him in this moment - a really unfamiliar feeling hidden somewhere deep down his chest. he was unable to say a word for a moment, his eyes started watering again and he tried to look away. 

so when you added a simple “you don’t need to hide your feelings when you’re with me. it’s normal to feel hurt, and to cry. you’re not alone in this world.” 

it hit him there

he always prided himself on his independence, with dealing with life's problems on his own. although in truth he often felt alone in this, he never let it show. it was only now, when you were sitting right next to him, focusing your gaze only on him, that he wished he could always feel this way - cared for and important.

a tear trickled slowly down his cheek, and when you wiped it away with your thumb, he knew. at that moment he already knew. that no one had ever made him feel so special, so safe. for the first time in a years, he allowed himself to hope for something more, for better days to come. with you, by his side.

childe

when he was injured and you took care of him. he thought he was fine, since minor injuries happened to him all the time, but you were extremely concerned about his state. and that was the thing that moved him - he could count the people that show their genuine care for him on his fingers, and he didn't expect you to be one of them. of course it was rather a pleasant surprise, after all

the smell of herbs filled the room as you rummaged through your first aid supplies, your hands moving with precision despite the concern etched on your face. childe sat on a chair nearby, his usual confident smirk replaced by an awkward expression.

“hey, y/n, i told you it’s not a big deal.” he said, trying to downplay the wound on his arm. “i’ve had worse”

you gave him a sharp look, from which he trembled slightly. “not a big deal? childe, you are literally bleeding.” you replied in a frustrated voice.

“i've already told you that i’ve had far worse injuries on the battlefield”.

“so what?” you snarled at him, pouring disinfectant over the wound. “that doesn't mean you should ignore all the smaller ones.”

for a moment, he wanted to spit something back, but gave up when he noticed the determination in your eyes. if he were to be honest, he wouldn't have expected it from you.

he sighed, looking around the room. at this point he looked more like a bullied child than the capable warrior he had always made himself out to be. 

he didn't fall silent because of the pain, of course not. he fell silent because of your gaze - full of concern and the aforementioned determination. there was also something gentle in it, you weren't angry with him after all. you just wanted him to finally take care of himself, and if he didn't want to do it himself, he should at least let you do it.

of course, his family often worried about him and sent letters asking if he was all right, but he had long since got used to reassuring them that he was fine.

his fatui comrades, on the other hand, treated injuries like badges of honour  - a true warrior should not be concerned about scratches.

and here you were, completely different from them all. you weren't angry at him for getting hurt or trying to play it down. you tried to help him not because you had to, but because you wanted to.

when he realised this, a pleasant feeling wrapped around him like a warm blanket, unfamiliar yet still comforting.

“done,” you said after a while, tying the bandage tightly. ‘it should be enough for now, but you’ll need to rest so it heals properly’.

“rest?” he chuckled, his voice softer than usual “this definitely does not belong in my job description”

you folded your arms and furrowed your brow, looking at him “well, it's definitely a part of my job description to make sure you don't do something stupid when you're injured. so don't think to yourself that if i needed to, i wouldn’t tie you to this chair”

your words really amused him, his eyes started shining despite the obvious fatigue on his face. “really, y/n, sometimes you amaze me”

“i’'m serious,” you countered, despite the small smile on your lips. “you need to take care of yourself, childe. you can't act as if everything doesn't matter, especially when it concerns you.” your tone has become softer “a lot of people care about you. don’t forget that.”

his breathing stopped for a moment, and your words hit him harder than any blow he had ever received in battle. in that moment, he realised how rarely someone looked at him the way you did - with genuine concern, not for his strength or skill, but for him.

“i didn't know you were that concerned about it,” he admitted in a quieter voice.

you looked at him tilting your head “why wouldn't i care? you mean a lot to me, childe”

and just like that, everything clicked into place.

the faster beat of his heart when you were next to him? the warmth in his chest caused by your words? that strange feeling of peace that your presence brought to him? 

deep down, he knows

and maybe, just maybe, he hopes that you do too

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[cythiraeth]

beneath soft pillows and wool pt. II ─ i. e. you are struggling to sleep but your genshin lover is there for you

✧ ─ ⌑ pairing: gn!reader x xiao, ganyu, ayato, yelan (separate)

✧ ─ ⌑ short summary: while you are having troubles with sleeping, your lover tries to find a way to comfort you! let's find out what would they do, if they found you not sleeping late into the night

✧ ─ ⌑ about the work: lowercase, fluff, reader overworking themselves

✧ ─ ⌑ notes: as i promised, i present to you second part of this small series! i hope you enjoy it, as always <3 stay tuned for my next works!

+ link to first part ☆ (featuring al-haitham lyney, neuvilette)

and my genshin impact masterlist: ☆

✧ ─ ⌑ word count: 2.8 k in total

they would find you not sleeping by an accident, and would put you back to sleep themselves — yelan, xiao

yelan

the night was cool and still, the faint hum of liyue harbour in the distance mingled with the gentle rustle of leaves in the breeze. you leaned against the balcony railing of your room, gazing out at the twinkling lights of the city below. sleep had eluded you tonight, your mind restless despite the hour.

the sound of a faint, almost imperceptible footstep behind you broke the silence. you whirled around, your heart leaping to your throat, only to see a familiar figure emerge from the shadows.

"yelan?" you blurted out, your voice a mixture of surprise and confusion. "what are you doing here?" she crossed her arms, one brow arched in a way that was both amused and mildly reproachful. "'no,'" she countered softly, her tone sharp yet playful. "what are you doing here?"

for a moment, you were at a loss for words. "i... couldn't sleep," you finally admitted, gesturing vaguely at the cityscape. "i thought some fresh air might help clear my head." yelan stepped closer, her movements as fluid and deliberate as ever, still dressed in her usual attire - dark and smooth, perfect for blending into the night - but her expression was softer than usual.

"you know," she said, her voice low and tinged with concern, "roaming around at this hour isn't exactly the best way to deal with insomnia, especially on a balcony where you could catch a cold." you rolled your eyes slightly and leaned back against the railing. "i wasn't exactly 'roaming', yelan. and besides, what are the odds of you showing up here of all places? were you spying on me or something?"

she grinned and tilted her head. "i wasn't spying, no. but let's just say i have my ways of knowing when someone i care about is up to something they shouldn't be.” even though her words made you feel a little warmer out in this cold night, you couldn't help but tease her back. "so, what, you decided to come and give me a lecture about bedtime?"

yelan chuckled, the sound deep and melodic. "something like that. though," she added, her eyes narrowing slightly, "i didn't expect to find you brooding out here in the cold. what's on your mind?"

you hesitated, the weight of her attention making you feel both comforted and exposed. "just... couldn't stop thinking about things. nothing specific, really. it's like my brain refuses to turn off."

she nodded thoughtfully, moving closer until she was standing next to you. "i know the feeling," she said softly, her voice losing its teasing edge. "but staying up all night won't help. trust me." you turned to look at her, her face lit by the moonlight, her sharp, confident demeanour seeming softer for the moment, her usual air of mystery replaced by genuine concern.

"i suppose you're right," you murmured, your voice barely audible.

"i usually am," she said, smirking again, though it lacked her usual sharpness, and then, without warning, she reached out and took your hand, her grip firm yet gentle. "come. let's get you back into bed."

you blinked, startled by the sudden contact. "you're going to put me to bed now?"

"someone has to," she quipped, her grin widening. "and you obviously can't be trusted to do it yourself."

despite her playful tone, there was something undeniably tender about the way she led you back to your room, not letting go of your hand until you were sitting on the edge of your bed, her presence somehow both reassuring and commanding.

as you settled under the covers, she pulled a chair close to the bed and sat down, her gaze steady and unwavering. "now close your eyes," she said, her voice softer than before.

"you're staying?" you asked, surprised. "just until you fall asleep," she replied, leaning back in the chair with a faint smile. "i have to make sure you don't sneak back out on the balcony."

you couldn't help but smile at her persistence, your heart swelling with affection for the woman who could so easily command a room - or your restless mind - with just a few words. 

"thank you, yelan," you murmured, your eyes growing heavy under her watchful gaze.

"anytime," she replied softly, and for the first time that night, you felt truly at ease.

her presence was so comforting that it wasn't long before your eyes began to close uncontrollably and yelan's silhouette began to blur.

"don't forget to close the door," was the only thing you whispered to your friend, half asleep. the little smirk on her face went unnoticed, unlike the wide-open door that was the first thing you saw in the morning with a runny nose.

hey, after all, they say it's better to sleep in a cold room, right?

xiao

the air was crisp on the terrace of the wangshu inn, the faint hum of nocturnal creatures filling the silence of the night. the inn was quiet, its usual bustle replaced by the stillness that only comes in the early hours. you sat on the edge of the terrace, your legs dangling over the side as you gazed out at the moonlit expanse of the dihua marsh.

the night had always felt peaceful to you, a time to think and breathe without the weight of the day pressing down on you. but tonight, that peace eluded you. your thoughts were restless, keeping you from the sleep you so desperately needed.

a faint gust of wind blew past you, and a familiar presence settled behind you, and you didn't need to turn to know who it was.

"xiao," you said softly, your voice carrying easily in the still night.

"what are you doing here?" his voice came, sharp but tinged with concern. you turned to see him standing a few paces away, his golden eyes fixed on you with that intense gaze he always seemed to carry.

you sighed and turned back to the view of the marsh. "i couldn't sleep, i don't know why exactly," you sighed, "i guess it's just a human thing."

xiao's footsteps were almost silent as he approached, stopping just behind you. he remained quiet for a moment, the silence stretching between you. then his voice came again, softer this time. "the night is not meant for mortals to linger, it is when dangers arise, even here."

you glanced over your shoulder at him, a small smile tugging at your lips. "i think I'll be fine with the mighty conqueror of demons around."

he frowned, clearly unimpressed by your attempt at humour. "i’m serious," he said, his tone firm but lacking his usual edge. "your body needs rest. staying awake like this is... unwise."

you sighed again, your shoulders slumping slightly. "i know, but i just can't. it's like the more i try, the harder it gets."

xiao's frown deepened, but instead of reacting, he came closer, lowering himself to sit beside you on the edge of the terrace. his presence was grounding, a quiet strength that seemed to calm your racing thoughts.

"mortals and their endless worries," he murmured, almost to himself. "you carry so much, even when you don't need to."

you looked at him, surprised at the softness in his tone. "it's not like i can help it," you admitted. "it's just... life, i guess."

he was silent for a moment, his gaze fixed on the marsh below, then he spoke again, his voice low and almost hesitant. "if it helps... you're not alone. even if i'm not around, i'm watching."

the weight of his words settled over you, a warmth blooming in your chest. xiao was not one to offer comfort lightly, and his presence alone spoke volumes.

"thank you, xiao," you said softly, leaning a little closer to him. he turned his head to look at you, his golden eyes catching the moonlight. for a moment he said nothing, but the intensity of his gaze made your heart skip a beat.

"come," he said finally, standing up and offering you his hand. "you need the rest." you hesitated, glancing at the railing as if debating whether to stay. but the gentle insistence in his eyes left little room for argument. you took his hand, his grip firm and steady as he helped you to your feet.

back in your room, xiao lingered by the window, his back to you as you settled into bed. his presence was a silent reassurance that you weren't alone. "will you stay?" you asked softly, the words slipping out before you could question them.

he turned to look at you, his expression unreadable, and for a moment you thought he might refuse, but then he gave a small nod. "i'll stay until you sleep."

you smiled and closed your eyes as the sounds of the night filled the room, and as sleep finally claimed you, you felt safe, knowing that he was there, watching over you like the ever-dedicated guardian he was.

they would stay up with you for a little longer — ganyu, ayato

ganyu

the soft glow of a lantern illuminated the desk in your study, casting flickering shadows across the neatly stacked papers and open books. the night was deep, its silence broken only by the occasional rustle of the wind against the windows. you leaned over your work, exhaustion tugging at your eyelids, but unable to outweigh the sheer volume of tasks that still demanded your attention.

just as you reached for your quill again, the faint sound of footsteps caught your attention. turning towards the doorway, you found ganyu standing there, her soft blue hair illuminated by the dim light. she looked at you with a mixture of surprise and concern.

"you're still awake?" she asked quietly, stepping into the room.

you smiled, trying to sound more awake than you felt. "i could say the same about you."

she chuckled softly, closing the distance between you. "you know, i tend to overwork myself sometimes, but you... i didn't expect to find you burning the midnight oil."

"i have a lot to finish," you admitted, gesturing to the scattered papers on the desk. "i thought i could get it all done before tomorrow, but... well, here i am."

ganyu's eyes swept over the desk, taking in the clutter with a practiced eye. her expression softened, and she reached out to place a hand on your shoulder. "you've been working too hard, you should rest.”

"i know," you said with a sigh. "but if i don't finish this tonight, i'll be even further behind tomorrow. i'll sleep when i'm done, i promise."

her lips pressed into a thin line, her concern evident, and then, after a moment, she nodded, though her hand remained on your shoulder. "if you're determined to finish this tonight," she said gently, "then let me help you."

you blinked, startled. "no, you don't have to..."

"but i want to," she interrupted, her voice firm yet kind. "i know what it's like to feel overwhelmed by work. sometimes it's easier if someone is there to share the burden."

her words fell like a warm blanket over you, and for a moment all you could do was stare at her. ganyu's dedication had always been one of the things you admired most about her, but her willingness to extend that dedication to you - to stay up late and help you simply because she cared - made your chest tighten with affection.

"then thank you, ganyu," you said quietly.

she offered you a small smile, one that carried more warmth than the entire room. "where should i start?"

you quickly organized the papers, explaining what needed to be done. ganyu took a seat beside you, her delicate fingers moving deftly as she worked through the tasks. her presence was calming, her quiet focus making it easier for you to concentrate.

for a while, the two of you worked in comfortable silence, the only sounds being the scratching of pens on paper and the occasional shuffling of documents. you glanced at her every now and then, marveling at how serene she looked even in the midst of tedious work.

finally, you leaned back in your chair and stretched your arms over your head. "i think that's the last of it," you said with a tired but satisfied sigh.

ganyu looked up from her own pile of papers, a hint of relief in her expression.   "i’m glad we could finish it together," she said quietly, putting down her pen.

you smiled at her, your exhaustion momentarily forgotten. "i don't know what i’d do without you."

a faint blush rose to her cheeks and she looked away shyly. "i haven't done much," she murmured.

"you've done more than enough," you insisted, reaching out to take her hand. "you stayed with me when you didn't have to. that means everything to me.”

she hesitated for a moment, then squeezed your hand gently, her eyes meeting yours. "you mean a lot to me," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "i just want to make sure you take care of yourself."

your heart swelled at her words, and you gave her hand a reassuring squeeze. "i'll try. as long as you promise to do the same."

she smiled, the kind of smile that lit up her whole face, and nodded. "i promise."

as the first rays of dawn began to creep through the window, you and ganyu made your way to the bed, exhaustion finally catching up to both of you. she stayed close, her warmth a comforting presence as you drifted off to sleep. and in that quiet moment, with her by your side, you knew you wouldn't trade it for anything in the world.

ayato

the inkwell was nearly empty, and the paper under your hand was beginning to blur from the strain in your tired eyes. the silence of the night wrapped around you like a heavy cloak, broken only by the occasional rustling of papers or the faint scratching of your pen. you knew you should be in bed, but there was so much to do, and the hours slipped away before you realized how late it was.

you didn't hear ayato's footsteps at first. his movements were as graceful and quiet as ever, the only warning of his presence being the soft rustle of his robes as he approached. you looked up, startled, to see his gentle smile framed by the warm light of the lantern he carried.

"you are still awake," he said softly, his tone a mixture of curiosity and concern. "what could require so much of your attention at this hour?"

you sighed, putting down the quill and rubbing at your temples. "there's just too much to do, ayato. i couldn't sleep knowing this was unfinished."

his eyes flickered to the papers spread across the desk, then back to you. his smile didn't falter, but there was a knowing look in his eyes that made you feel both cared for and slightly scolded. "and i thought i was the workaholic in this relationship," he teased lightly.

you gave him a tired laugh, and his expression softened further. without another word, he put down the lantern and pulled up a chair beside you. "then i’ll help you," he said simply, taking one of the documents from the pile.

"ayato, you don't have to..."

"i insist," he interrupted smoothly, his tone leaving no room for argument. "if you're determined to stay awake, i'll make sure you don't have to shoulder this alone. besides," he added with a playful touch, "i’m quite efficient, you know."

and he was! as you worked, ayato's sharp mind and quick hands proved invaluable, easing your burden more than you thought possible. but more than his help, it was his presence that soothed you - the soft hum of his voice as he made the occasional comment, the comforting weight of his shoulder brushing yours as he leaned over to hand you something.

time seemed to pass differently with him there, and before you knew it, the last of the work was done. you leaned back in your chair, exhaustion settling in, but the relief was palpable.

ayato looked at you, his smile tinged with satisfaction. "there, you see? together we can do anything.”

you laughed softly and shook your head. "thank you, ayato. really."

he stood and offered you his hand with a flourish. "my pleasure. but now, my dear, there is one more task we must complete tonight."

you raised an eyebrow and took his hand. "and what's that?"

"to make sure you get the rest you deserve," he said, his voice warm as he led you to the bed.

he pulled back the covers for you, waiting until you were comfortably tucked in before sliding in next to you, his arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you close. "next time, let me know if you're overwhelmed," he murmured, his lips brushing against your forehead. "i’d rather spend the night by your side than let you face it alone."

you nodded sleepily, the weight of his words and the warmth of his embrace lulling you into a peaceful haze. with ayato holding you close, sleep came easily, and you drifted off with the soft hum of his voice still echoing in your mind.

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[cythiraeth]

beneath soft pillows and wool pt. I - i.e. you are struggling to sleep but your genshin lover is there for you

✧ ─ ⌑ pairing: gn!reader x al-haitham, lyney, neuvilette (separate)

✧ ─ ⌑ short summary: while you are having troubles with sleeping, your lover tries to find a way to comfort you! let's find out what would they do, if they found you not sleeping late into the night

✧ ─ ⌑ about the work: lowercase, fluff, reader overworking themselves

✧ ─ ⌑ notes: i'm back to life! the christmas mood really got me into working - on the contorary to the reader who finally gets some sleep in this one, i certainly did not get any for the two previous nights while i was finishing this up lolol anyway, enjoy! and remember that my requests are open, so feel free to messege me!

+ link to second part ☆ (featuring xiao, ganyu, ayato, yelan)

and my genshin impact masterlist: ☆

✧ ─ ⌑ word count: 1.5 k in total

they would give you a lecture about why sleeping at night is essential for your health, but then still put you back to sleep — al-haitham, lyney

al-haitham

the moon hung heavy in the sky, casting an ethereal glow over the bustling streets of the sumeru city. you, however, were not admiring the night's beauty. you were hunched over your desk, a mountain of scrolls and research papers threatening to topple over. 

the faint scent of jasmine tea, long since chilled, lingered in the air. you had been at it for hours, absorbed in deciphering the intricate workings of a newly discovered artefact. suddenly a tall shadow fell over your work. you looked up in alarm to see al-haitham standing in the doorway, his expression a mixture of annoyance and concern.

"you should be asleep by now," he said, his voice a low rumble. you sighed, pushing a stray strand of hair back from your face. "i’m almost done," you murmured, your eyes glued to the complex diagrams before you.

"you've been saying that for the last three hours," he countered, his gaze unwavering. "you know that chronic sleep deprivation can lead to a wide range of health problems, from reduced cognitive function to an increased risk of chronic disease." you rolled your eyes, but a small smile tugged at the corner of your lips. he could talk for hours about the importance of a good night's sleep, citing scientific studies and ancient wisdom with equal fervor.

"i know, i know," you admitted, finally putting down your quill. "but this artefact is so fascinating, i just couldn't put it down."

al-haitham shook his head, a hint of amusement in his eyes. "you're impossible," he murmured, but his voice was soft, almost tender. "come, i'll put you to bed." 

"oh?" you let out a small sigh of surprise, for it wasn't often that he made such offers.

"just so i know you have finally fallen asleep," he quickly explained himself. he reached out and gently took your hand, leading you out of the study and down the hallway. you allowed him to lead you, your body tired from lack of sleep, but your mind still buzzing with excitement over the artefact.

as he tucked you into bed, you felt a wave of drowsiness wash over you. the warmth of his touch, the scent of his sandalwood cologne and the rhythmic rise and fall of his chest as he sat beside you all conspired to lull you into a state of peaceful slumber.

"rest," he murmured, his voice a soothing balm. "you deserve it."

you closed your eyes, a contented sigh escaping your lips. al-haitham's lectures might be long and detailed, but his concern for you was undeniable. even if he didn't want to admit it out loud…

lyney

the soft glow of the moon painted the room silver, illuminating the piles of books and papers scattered across your desk. you were lost in a world of lore and legends, your fingers tracing the intricate script of a forgotten text. the air was thick with the scent of parchment and ancient magic, and you were lost in the story unfolding before you.

suddenly, a playful voice broke your concentration, "ahh, my dear, still up at this ungodly hour?" you looked up to see lyney leaning against the door, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

"just finishing some research," you replied, trying to sound nonchalant.

"research? at this hour? you'll burn yourself out, my dear. fascinating as it is," he arched his brow, flipping the book in his hands to examine the cover "it won't be half as interesting if you're too tired to remember any of it tomorrow," he chided, his voice laced with concern. "don't you know that sleep is the key to unlocking the full potential of your magical abilities? i once stayed up all night trying to master a new illusion and the results were disastrous! i ended up turning myself into a giant purple squirrel." he chuckled, and you couldn't help but smile despite his theatrics.

“picture, or it didn’t happen…” you murmured quietly under your breath, so he wouldn't hear what you just said

“see? you’re too tired to even talk! you must go to bed immediately!” he chuckled, theatrically rushing you with his hand.

you opened your mouth to protest, but lyney raised a gloved finger to silence you, his expression softening as he bent down to meet your gaze. "listen," he began, "i know how tempting it is to squeeze every moment out of the night, but it's not worth sacrificing your health. sleep is not just for rest - it's when your mind processes everything. all those tricks you've seen me do? they wouldn't be half as good if i didn't get enough sleep to sharpen my focus."

"alright, alright, i get it," you said, putting down your quill. "i'll try to get some rest."

lyney raised an eyebrow, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "try? my dear, you don't try, you just do. come, i’ll put you to bed. i promise the book will still be here tomorrow."

he held out his hand, his fingers brushing yours, and you reluctantly put yours in his. he pulled you up with a flourish, like pulling a rabbit out of a hat. "there you go. now let's make this a little more magical."

with a flick of his wrist, lyney conjured a small flurry of glittering lights that floated around you like fireflies. "a little enchantment to light the way," he said, his voice soft.

"oh, lyney, they are so beautiful!" you whispered, seeing the reflections of those lights in his shining eyes.

without realising it, the weight of his lecture and the soothing glow of his conjured lights had lulled you into a haze of drowsiness, so that when he tucked you in to sleep in your room, your eyes were already closing

"sleep well, my dear," he whispered, his voice soft and soothing. "and remember, a well-rested mind is a powerful mind."

they would be very concerned and would come to the bed with you — neuvilette

neuvilette

the moonlight streamed into your shared bedroom, painting the walls a silvery hue. the clock ticked softly, a persistent reminder that the hour was far past for reasonable wakefulness. you sat on the edge of the bed, knees drawn to your chest as you stared out the window, the world outside quiet, but your mind anything but. the nightmares had come again - visceral, inescapable shadows that lingered even in wakefulness.

you hadn't intended to wake him. neuvillette deserved his rest, especially with the burdens he carried as fontaine's chief justice. but despite your quiet movements, the subtle change in the rhythm of your breathing must have alerted him. his voice, low and concerned, broke the silence. "why are you awake, mon trésor?” you jumped slightly as you turned to find his pale lavender eyes soft with concern. he was already sitting up, his silken hair falling in gentle waves over his shoulders, illuminated by the moonlight.

"it's nothing," you murmured, trying to sound reassuring. "go back to sleep, neuvillette."

but he wasn't convinced. you should have known better; neuvillette had always been perceptive, especially when it came to you. he moved closer, his hands reaching out to gently cradle yours. his touch was warm, grounding.

"you have been troubled for several nights now," he said, his voice a soothing rumble. "and now you won't even try to rest. please, tell me what's wrong.”

you hesitated, the words caught in your throat. it felt silly, almost childish, to admit that nightmares had kept you awake, but the intensity in his gaze told you he wouldn't let it go. finally you whispered, "the nightmares... i keep seeing things i can't escape. and when i wake up, it feels like they're still there."

his expression softened further, and without a word, he pulled you into his arms. you melted into his embrace, his steady heartbeat a balm to your frayed nerves. "you should have told me," he murmured, pressing a kiss to your temple. "you don't have to bear this alone."

neuvillette rose from the bed and gently guided you to lie down. he slid under the covers with you, making sure you were wrapped in warmth. his arms circled around you tightly, and he rested his chin lightly on your head.

"close your eyes," he said softly. "i will stay with you until you fall asleep. should the nightmares return, i will chase them away."

"but you need to rest too," you protested weakly, though the comfort of his presence was already easing the tension in your body.

"i rest best when you are at peace," he replied, his voice filled with quiet conviction. "so let me be here for you.”

with neuvillette's steady presence and the rhythmic rise and fall of his breath, the grip of the nightmares began to loosen. for the first time in days, you felt the edges of sleep pull you under - not with fear, but with a sense of safety. and as your eyelids grew heavy, you thought you heard him whisper:

"i will always be here to protect you, no matter the hour.”

⌞⌑ cythiraeth - 25.12.2024. please, do not copy, claim as yours or share outside tumblr! ⌑⌝

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honkai: star rail masterlist

nothing seems to be here... yet!

last updated: 27.12.2023

[cythiraeth]

genshin impact masterlist

✧ ─ cupid's chokehold! ─ i.e. the moment genshin men knew they've fallen for you

part I (featuring: al-haitham, cyno, xiao)

part II (featuring: lyney, kaveh, childe)

✧ ─ beneath soft pillows and wool ─ i.e. you are struggling to sleep but your genshin lover is there for you

part I (featuring: al-haitham, lyney, neuvilette)

part II (featuring: xiao, ganyu, ayato, yelan)

✧ ─ weather forecast ─ i.e. what genshin men kisses feel like

part I (featuring: xiao, itto, scaramouche, thoma, kaveh)

part II (featuring: childe, kazuha, venti, dainsleif)

✧ ─ slept tight? ─ i.e. mornings with genshin women (featuring: kokomi, ayaka)

✧ ─ jealousy is sometimes good for both of you! ─ i.e you being jealous of kaveh

last updated: 28.02.2025

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this is a sfw, reader-insert blog for genshin impact and honkai: star rail! everyone can feel free to read my works, follow my blog and send requests, however, i appreciate reblogs of my works the most <3 also, i do have a few rules for my requests, and they are listed below, so please, read them before making one!

⭒✧꙳⭒ – about me

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⭒✧꙳⭒ – requests status

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Ⅰ i write fluff, angst, etc. actually anything EXCEPT nsfw content! the best i can do is making suggestive works Ⅱ works with genshin and honkai star rail both men and women, platonic or romantic EXCEPT any romantic works with child characters such as klee, qiqi, hook etc. Ⅲ this is a reader-insert blog, so only character x reader works! Ⅳ i can write works for gn!reader or fem!reader, but unless it's stated otherwise in the request most likely i'll use gn!reader Ⅴ i write up to 4 characters in one post (but if you ask nicely i can do some exceptions :3) the time it takes me to complete a request may vary depending on the number of characters and the type of work you ask for, for most of them i try not to make you wait more than 2-3 weeks, but sometimes it can take me a little longer!

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[cythiraeth]

cupid's chokehold! - i. e. the moment genshin men knew they've fallen for you

✧ ─ ⌑ pairing: gn!reader x al-haitham, cyno, xiao (separate)

✧ ─ ⌑ short summary: the exact moment (or process which lead to it) when genshin men knew that they are head over heels in love with you!

✧ ─ ⌑ about the work: lowercase, fluff, not proof-read, lighter (?) and more free form of the work this time!

✧ ─ ⌑ notes: ehe, long time no see! i'm back to life and posting, so to start i picked something that was easier to write and is slightly in a different form than my previous works, however, i hope you'll like it :> also, i'm still waiting for any work requests, so if you have any idea, feel free to messege me!!

+ link to second part :☆ (featuring lyney, kaveh, childe)

and my genshin impact masterlist: ☆

✧ ─ ⌑ word count: 1.5 k in total

 al-haitham

seeing you in a pretty, elegant outfit, probably some kind of dress or suit, maybe showing your collarbones or it just being mesmerizing,  it's up to you how you imagine a perfect fit ;) he is just PHYSICALLY UNABLE to take his eyes off you! the usually calm and collected al-haitham forgets how to use the ability to speak for a brief second.

the moment you left the room in which you were getting ready as he was waiting outside, he almost gasped out loud

i mean literally, this man's brain stopped working for a second

you two were supposed to attend tighnari's birthday party, and while he didn't consider it a occasion to wear something elegant, you did the opposite 

that's why he was left so speechless. because he was caught by surprise! he thought you would wear your casual clothes just as he did…

but it happened, you wore one of your favorite outfits for special occasions, and he was flabbergasted 

of course it's not like your look was the only reason he has fallen for you! he was definitely considering it many times before this happened, but he was living in denial.

"no, i don't actually have feelings for them. they make me feel comfortable, i crave hearing their voice or laugh and i care about them a lot, but no, we're just friends" - probably al-haitham to himself at some point in his life.

but this time, he couldn't explain his feelings in any rational way known to man. you were so stunning that his eyes shined uncontrollably when he laid them on you. he was so busy studying your silhouette, your face and your hair that he didn't even hear your first question, which was:

"and? how do i look?" you asked, opening the door but still keeping your hands on the doorframe and leaning on it. you were slightly blushed because it was quite embarrassing to let him see you like this, but if you were to be honest, you were also a little bit excited to see his reaction

so when he didn't even answer you and remained indifferent on the outside, the slightly raised corners of your mouth drooped

you just weren't aware of what he's been experiencing on the inside…

because his heart started pounding a little bit faster and he was ashamed of it but on the other hand you looked gorgeous and he couldn't stop himself from thinking about what would he do if you were in relationship

(he had such a strong urge to kiss your hand like a gentleman for some reason)

"what? do i really look that bad?" you asked after you have swallowed the bitterness of your first impression

"sorry?" he said, blinking, your words drawing him out of his reverie, "did you say something?" 

you snorted, annoyed by his behavior, assuming that he probably couldn't care less about your look at the moment, but at least he should try to pretend he does 

but oh, how wrong you were…

when you repeated the question he only murmured something under his breath in response, so you decided to let him be

you noticed he got sweaty all of sudden, it was probably too hot for him inside, you thought, so you took the last things and you two left the house.

in reality, he wasn't feeling hot because of the temperature of course, but he was just as surprised by his own actions as you were. surprised in a slightly different way though….

cyno

talking with tighnari... he found all his confidence to talk to him about his possible feelings for you, that he could not recognize and tighnari was left speechless because of how innocent and lost in his feeling cyno looked

he was probably hanging out with tighnari someday, maybe they went out for a dinner, and somehow the topic of conversation has come down to you

for a long time he was hesitant to talk about his feeling towards you out loud but today he decided he'd try discussing it with his friend

because if not tighnari then who would be a suitable person? surely not you 

also, don't think that he was aware of what he's feeling. HAHA, no. he would never 

"what in your opinion y/n thinks of me…?" was his first question. he tried to choose the words carefully and say it in his normal tone but even a small sign of arousal in his voice was enough for tighnari to notice that something is up

"and why are you asking?" he wanted to make sure that his interpretation is right

"no reason in particular," his answer was quick, those words escaped his lips uncontrollably, so he had to add something "i just consider them a close friend and i want to know if they do too."

tignari almost started laughing out loud, but he controlled himself.

close friend? oh man, he is so clueless…

"are you sure that they are a "close friend?"" he was actually having some fun but at the same time he just wanted to smack himself on the forehead, he couldn't decide 

"well, definitely not a "distant friend"" 

that's it, that's the moment when tighnari smacked his forehead 

"i'll pretend i didn't hear that," he tried to be serious, but it wasn't easy. "listen, you look at them like they are your entire world. that's the kind of look people give to their lovers, not close friends!" he finally said it out loud

cyno had to blink twice to process what was just said.

he. in love. with you? 

maybe? i mean, he always cared about your opinion about his jokes the most and he wanted to spend as much time as possible with you… but he thought that it's normal for friends to feel this way. and to steal glances at you person when you aren't looking, and to read every book you recommend him…

"you say so?" he finally asked, resting his chin on his hands "then maybe you're right," he admitted out loud

"FINALLY" tighnari couldn't hold it any longer… he was SO relieved that his friend won't be acting like he is running around in the fog anymore… right?

"and why are you so emotional about it?" cyno was genuinely confused (pls help this man he is often so clueless)

"because by now even collei knew"

xiao

 when you kept coming back after all of his attempts to push you away. he wanted to protect you, protect you from him, because for a human it would be better to stay away from his karmic debt, right? but when you remained determined to get closer to him no matter how many times he tried to disencourage you, he slowly realized that maybe, just maybe he can let you get closer to his heart than he ever let anyone to be.

in his case, there wasn't any particular situation that made him realize his feelings, it was rather a complex and long process (not really a chokehold then but shh…)

he knew you for several months despite of his numerous attempts of cutting any ties he had with you

it was just that… you were stubborn. but not in a regular way, no. your stubbornness was much less invasive and annoying, and it manifested in your constant willingness to get closer to him

however, you never imposed yourself nor did you try convincing him! you were just visiting wangshu inn regularly, maybe tried striking up a conversation a few times, even just sitting in silence was enough for you

and because of all those actions he never felt overwhelmed by your presence! actually, after some time, he just got used to it and secretly started liking it

however, there was always this silent voice in the back of his head that he shouldn't be doing this and that he's forgetting himself

so definitely, when he slowly started thinking of you in that way at the very beginning he was IN SUCH A BIG DENIAL that it's almost unbelievable 

alright, he admitted it to himself, but swore to N E V E R talk to anyone about it, especially and above all, to you.

he just decided to act as if those feelings didn't exist, that's all. and it went like that for quite a long time unfortunately… (at least you can be sure that he keeps his promises at all costs!!)

and after some time, when he was surprised that they didn't just go away, a certain thought crossed his mind…

he started thinking about what ifs and imagining what could happen if he theoretically decided to tell you about his feelings 

(he spent another few months on that though)

at some point he just couldn't look at you without seeing you both holding hands in his mind or stand next to you without the urge to put his hand on your shoulder (of course only in private, he would never do pda…)

but still, his karmic debt… 

he was so torn between those two thoughts (there were two wolves inside of him)

but as you expect, after months of his internal struggling, and your consistency in getting closer to him and encouraging him to open up, he let his feelings win for once in his long life

(take good care of him because he deserves it)

⌞⌑ cythiraeth - 23.11.2023. please, do not copy, claim as yours or share outside tumblr! ⌑⌝

[cythiraeth]

Hello, how are you? 😁 May I please request "mornings with them" ficlets with Kokomi and Ayaka? (Gn!reader, pls)

slept tight? - i. e. mornings with genshin women

✧ ─ ⌑ pairing: gn!reader x ayaka, kokomi (separate)

✧ ─ ⌑ short summary: a description and an example of mornings with our lovely girls! how do they wake you up or behave after sleep? let's find out!

✧ ─ ⌑ about the work: lowercase, fluff, established relationships

✧ ─ ⌑ notes: hi anon, thank you so much for this request, it was a lot of fun to write and i hope that you will like it! i'm doing well recently and i'm definitely looking forward to any new requests if anyone comes up with them ;3 have a nice day!

link to my genshin impact masterlist: ☆

✧ ─ ⌑ word count: 1 k in total

sangonimiya kokomi

most of the time she gets out of bed much earlier than you do, due to her work and the daily routine she usually follows. she kisses you on the forehead, covers you with a blanket if you have messed up the bedding in your sleep and quietly leaves the room, leaving you to get as much sleep as you need. but there are days when things are a little different!

the quiet rustle of silky fabric was the first sound to greet your ears in the morning. with your eyes closed, covered by a soft blanket, you mumbled uncertain words, still caught somewhere between dreams and reality. 

"'oh, i woke you? excuse me," kokomi's voice was sleepy and a little hoarse, but even with your eyes closed you could sense that she wasn't lying next to you in bed.

"wait, what time is it?" you lifted your head and blinked quickly to clear your blurred vision. kokomi had already gotten up from the bed and was in the middle of making up her part of your shared bed. her body was barely visible due to the lack of sunlight in the room, so it must have been early, but you could see the outline of her messy hair, a truly extraordinary sight considering her usually immaculate appearance. but in your eyes, in this state, she looked even more beautiful, more real and natural. 

she chuckled softly at your sleepy posture and covered her mouth with her hand, but she answered your question, "it's 6 am, as usual when i wake up".

"no, no, no, not today!" you laughed and crawled wobbly to her side of the bed. she was still standing close enough for you to grab her arm with your hand and pull her closer, "today is your day off, i won't let you out of bed until at least ten!" 

she fell onto the bed, almost on top of you as you both started to giggle, your arms tangled and all the bedding she had just fixed was a complete mess again. you really wanted her to rest more, as lately it seemed that she was overworking herself... being a divine priestess was certainly a demanding job, and even a person as qualified as kokomi deserved a few more hours of sleep from time to time! In this sequence of mornings that had been rather quick, with only a few kisses between the two of you, you just had to steal one that was slower and more tender. 

you held her close to your chest, stroking her hair and untangling it with your fingers. although she was a little hesitant at first, she soon realised that this way of starting her day could be much better and more pleasant than she could have expected. the chirping of the birds outside the window, accompanied by your soft breathing and your gentle touch, made her loosen up and close her eyes.

she wrapped her arms around you and nestled her face against your neck as you planted a kiss on the top of her head, her soft hair touching your lips. 

"maybe you were right this time," she murmured into your neck with a smile, "this has made my morning much better.”

kamisato ayaka

ayaka is also usually the first to wake up but unlike kokomi, she loves to wake you up herself! she loves the thought of being the first and the last thing you see throughout the day. sometimes when she's in a more playful mood she'll pull your blanket and tease you a little, sometimes she'll slowly kiss your neck and peck your jaw before reaching your lips, sometimes you'll be woken by a tempting smell of breakfast she's got from thoma. you never know!

"good morning, my love," ayaka whispered into your ear as she hovered over you. her blue, loose hair fell down on either side of her head, tickling your cheeks. a lovely smile that adorned her lips made you smile too, unconsciously, even if you only opened your eyes. 

"mornin-" you couldn't finish because of the yawn that escaped your lips. ayaka chuckled at the sound and put her hand lightly on your lips until you stopped yawning. 

"i've let you sleep a little longer today, my sleeper," she said, shifting her position to lay on her side next to you, "but it's time to wake up," she added in a softer voice, reaching out with her warm hand to stroke your cheek. 

you closed your eyes again, enjoying her gentle touch. you were still not fully awake, so you barely understood what she was saying, but just hearing her voice was enough to make you feel relaxed. her actions did not quite fulfil their original purpose of waking you up, but they had the opposite effect. her voice was so calming, how could you not want to fall asleep again in her arms?

"hey! you're not sleeping, are you?" she asked after noticing that you had drifted away a little too far, resting her chin on her hand to get a better view of you. you just smiled, not opening your eyes, but quickly wrapping your arms around her chest and pulling her closer to you, locking her in a tight embrace. 

"oh no, we definitely are sleeping," you mumbled, curling up and moving your head closer to her neck, taking in the scent of shampoo that was all over her hair. she sighed softly, not in annoyance but more in something like amusement. maybe she had planned this all along? you didn't really waste your time with that thought, because what was more important was that she finally stopped resisting and returned the hug.

"okay, but just a few more minutes..." she giggled as you subtly brushed your lips against her skin, catching it several times with your teeth before properly kissing her neck "be careful not to leave any marks there, please," she whispered in response to your more eager kisses, but you weren't sure if this was a request that could be granted...

⌞⌑ cythiraeth - 31.08.2023. please, do not copy, claim as yours or share outside tumblr! ⌑⌝

[cythiraeth]

weather forecast pt. II - i. e. what genshin men kisses feel like

✧ ─ ⌑ pairing: gn!reader x childe, kazuha, venti, dainsleif (separate)

✧ ─ ⌑ short summary: a brief descriptions of genshin men kisses, using comparsion to the nature, followed by a longer scenario depicting such kiss :)

✧ ─ ⌑ about the work: lowercase, fluff, established relationships, slightly suggestive (childe), mentions of alcohol (childe) and consumption of alcohol (venti)

✧ ─ ⌑ notes: sorry to keep you waiting guys! i really struggled with some parts and i'm not completely satisfied with them, but finally it's done! there will probably be a third (and final) part, but maybe i'll post something else first, we'll see :v again, sorry if any of them feel ooc,… anyway, enjoy!

(link to first part: ☆ featuring xiao, itto, scaramouche, thoma and kaveh)

and my genshin impact masterlist: ☆

✧ ─ ⌑ word count: 5.2 k in total

childe - storms

they are always different. never in the same place, never at the same time. sometimes predictable, sometimes unexpected. messy or collected, the only thing they have in common is the remarkable effect they have on you, the extraordinary but desired feeling they reward you with.

knocking on your door in the middle of the night wasn't something you would consider expectable, especially when there was a storm outside and any rational person would have stayed indoors to avoid getting wet, or worse, hurt.

however, you knew very well that childe wasn't someone who obeyed the rules of so-called society.

"are you actually insane?!" was the first thing that came out of your mouth when you saw him. the rain rumbled in your ears and fell on the stones directly behind him, while lightning flashes somewhere in the distance outlined his tall silhouette in a truly fairytale fashion.

"is this now that you find out?" he asked in his innocent tone, and that was what let you know that he wasn't going to leave the threshold of your house anytime soon. he was wet. and wet was probably not enough to describe his state at that moment. he was soaked to the skin, there wasn't a millimetre of dry cloth on his body, not to mention his hair, which was dripping with water. 

in silence, you rolled your eyes at his comment and moved aside to allow him to enter. you gritted your teeth and tried your best not to care about the mess he was making on your floor with his muddy boots. he was kind enough to take them off halfway to your kitchen, but there was still a trail of water droplets on your panels that marked the path he took.

his red hair disappeared behind the door frame as you finished locking the main door and followed him into the kitchen, your eyes fixed on the water covering the floor. you could still hear the sound of the falling rain through an open window, which also allowed some fresh air into the room. he leaned against your table, waiting for you to enter before he could begin to speak. his eyes were lazily scanning the kitchen counters in front of him as he finally caught sight of your silhouette leaning against one of the counters. you noticed that he had removed his black gloves, which were now lying on the table beside him.

"so what brings you to my house?" you asked before he had a chance to speak, crossing your arms and tilting your head. " you are not happy to see me?" he inquired, avoiding your question, his face taking on the look of a wounded dog. you sighed, but deep down you found his actions somehow funny, and you had to admit that the small smile that formed on your lips was genuine, even if you tried to hide it. "you are not answering my question," you said in a less harsh tone than before, and he noticed, taking it as a sign to push himself away from the table and slowly walk towards you. "'neither are you,” he replied with a twinkle in his eye and you almost lost your temper. his good humour was getting to you and he was more than happy about it. 

"what's gotten into you today..." you muttered, looking into his sapphire eyes as he approached you. when he finally stopped half a metre in front of you, you were actually surprised that you didn't smell alcohol on him, because you were about to accuse him of being drunk. but no, this man was definitely not being served alcohol today. "you're not drunk, are you?" you asked, just to be sure.

“now you are insulting me! i wanted to have some dandelion wine, but no, i haven’t touched any alcohol today,” he explained with a sigh. " so now you have two choices," he said, taking a strand of your hair in his bare fingers, "do you want me to be romantic or honest?" he added, playing with the strand. you narrowed your eyes a little and mumbled, trying to think of the best option. "'be romantic today, i want to see what you're capable of making up when you're flirting with someone," you announced, and a flirtatious smile slid across his lips as if he ignored the second part of your statement.

“so, y/n, i came here, lured to this oasis of love and warmth, also known as your house, by an unbearable desire to bless my eyes with just a glimpse of your astonishing fa-” 

"oh holy morax, enough!" you shouted before bursting out laughing. you closed your eyes and hid your face in your hands, still trembling, as he also started to giggle. uncontrollably, you felt your cheeks getting warmer, unsure if it was from laughing or maybe his statement made you feel something more than embarrassment. "don't ever do that again," you said indistinctly because of the hands covering your face, so to hear you better he gently pulled them away from your face by your wrists, you coughed once to clear your throat and added, louder this time, "so maybe we'll move on to the honest option?" he was still holding your wrists in his warm hands, and as you spoke he moved them to your palm, intertwining your fingers with his. " If you wish," he replied, still playing with your hands, stroking your right palm with his index finger. "i just wanted to see you," he leaned down and whispered in your ear, his warm breath tickling your skin.

It was a simple answer, but he meant a lot by it. he wanted you to know that you weren't just crossing his mind during the day, but that you never left it. that he couldn't go a day without imagining what you were doing, and that ever since you kissed him the last time, the idea of you kissing him again had been stuck in his head. in and out of his dreams, his mind was occupied with you.

but childe was a man who valued action more than corny words. because words can lie, can't they? they can be honeyed, dripping with deceit and falsehood. you can never be sure of their author's true intentions. that's why, instead of telling you everything, he decided to demonstrate his own feelings towards you.

you can't even remember how it started, nor how it ended, but you do remember how it went. his slightly dry lips on yours, your fingers in his ginger locks, him lifting you up to sit on the kitchen counter. a trail his hands followed down your waist and back, squeezing your skin as if they wanted more and more, a few broken cups thrown off the counter, your warm breaths mixed with the fresh rainy air. his presence was like a storm that broke into your house and refused to leave, even after it had stolen everything you had to offer, even after it had torn your skin like an orange peel and exposed your deepest desires.

and you were like an alcohol to him, the only dandelion wine he wanted to ever taste.

kazuha - warm breeze

do i need to explain? they are just so, so gentle and loving, his lips on your lips make you feel like a soft, lukewarm breeze is caressing your cheeks and playing with your hair. you always know, guided by this breeze, where to find him.

this morning was no different from any other morning in ritou for almost everyone. karpillia was offering the mondstadt liquors to the people and inviting them to the sailing breeze; yegor was eating at miss ryouko's stall again, smiling and looking at her in a certain way, blushing almost imperceptibly, only at the tips of his ears; tingting and sasano were wandering the streets together with a worried look on their faces. a day like any other, would say everyone except you. the days when kazuha came back to you were never like any other.

from the moment you opened your eyes on such a day, even the air felt different to you. vibrating and clear, like after the rain, it motivated you to work and kept you in a good mood. these days were almost sacred; nothing was allowed to break your sweet routine of anticipation.

walking through the sun-drenched streets of ritou, life felt incredibly easy and pleasant. you admired the leaves blowing on the concrete, you waved to xixi and said good morning to nakano, the kanjou commission officer you often found at the docks, to the point where you actually befriended him (you weren't sure if he felt the same way about you, due to his somewhat grumpy attitude, but he was able to hold a conversation with you, so you considered it a friendship). even the food you ate at miss ryouko's stall tasted better than usual, but when you told her about it, she just laughed and said, "that's because all my food is made with love". 

you spent most of the day at the docks, sitting on the bridge, but you weren't bored. you watched the fish swimming near the surface of the water, oblivious to the fisherman getting ready to catch them. you had some conversations with nakano about the beautiful sunset that was visible today and the nostalgia it brought. but in the end, when the time almost came, you were left alone, sitting on some crates, playing with an old fishing net in your fingers. 

the ship arrived at noon. you could see it on the horizon long before it sailed any closer, its brown colour standing out against the blue and wide sky. the time you had to spend waiting, looking at the ship, was always the worst. it was so close, yet so far away, and you could do nothing but wait. so you did, impatiently, swinging your legs and tying bows with ropes just to pass the time. 

even when the ship docked and the people began to disembark, you sat still, waiting for the hustle and bustle to die down. you saw him twice from a distance, carrying some crates off the ship, but he hadn't noticed you yet. it wasn't until most of the people had left to explore the streets of ritou or to do some business with the international trade association that you finally jumped down from the wooden boxes that had been your best friends for the past few hours and shook the dust from your clothes. 

kazuha was finishing some last things at the entrance of the ship, but he noticed you immediately and couldn't help smiling. he was almost as impatient as you were, but he finished everything he had to do before he ran up to you and embraced you, hiding his face in the crook of your neck, not saying a word as you gently stroked his hair. "welcome home, kazuha," you whispered close to his ear, and in return he planted a quick kiss on your neck.

"it tickles!" you giggled before he finally let go of you and you were able to see his face clearly for the first time in weeks; he hadn't changed at all; still the same soft platinum hair with the red highlight, ruffled by the wind, and the red glowing eyes that looked at you with almost obvious love. "it is hard to put into words how much i have missed you," he said for the first time, and the sound of his voice, heard after such a long separation, was like the most beautiful music to your ears. he took your hands in his, the silky fabric of his gloves contrasting with the rather rough bandage on his right hand.

"there's no need for words now," you assured him, squeezing his hands, "i just want your presence. "then i think i can provide you with that," he replied.

the sea splashed against the pier and finches sang charmingly as kazuha kissed you, his lips warmer than you'd expected, but the kiss was as wonderful as ever. after the unreliable time of waiting, you finally felt at home, and so did kazuha; he had come back, he was here with you, and for now, you were the one who drew all his attention. so he put his sincere feelings into the way his lips touched yours again and again, and his hands wandered down your neck, tangling in your hair. 

you could feel him smiling against your lips, widely and honestly as always, and you just had to smile too. everything was fine with him by your side, and the world seemed to understand that. a happy chirping of birds and a soft purr of a cat, accompanied by the calm sounds of the sea.... even the breeze, which was usually colder here by the sea than in the city, was noticeably warmer today, and the feeling of it on your face was almost pleasant. for when kazuha smiled, the whole world smiled with him.

venti - wind

his kisses feel... ephemeral. almost like something slipping through your fingers that you desperately need to catch before it's too late. you always try to get as much of them as possible, knowing it's impossible. you try to persuade him to stay just a minute longer, just a second, but he often disappears in the blink of an eye, leaving you unsatisfied.

it was hard to catch up with the archon of the wind, often associated with freedom and change. nothing was ever the same with him, he was constantly changing like the wind itself, carrying memories far away and valuing what was here and now more. perhaps the line between him and his element was now so blurred that it was hard for him to keep up with his own feelings too. the only static thing in his life at the moment was your presence, and no matter what he might have said or done, he wanted you to stay as long as possible, to be the anchor to balance the effects of his carefree personality.

"isn't that some kind of a blasphemy?" you asked, looking down at the paving stones beneath your legs. 

"blasphemy? to whom?" said the bard, sitting by your side with his legs crossed. "i'm the one who dragged you here, after all."

you thought for a moment, biting your lips. "it is a good philosophical problem, you know? is it blasphemy to sit on a statue of the god, but the said god is also sitting here with you? can the god desecrate his own statue?" you asked, lifting your eyes to look at the sleepy mondstadt, lit only by the moonlight and a few street lamps. the windblume festival was in full swing, but by 1am most of the city had decided to rest and come back tomorrow, making it easier for the two of you to climb the giant statue of the anemo god.

"i don't think so," he replied, shaking the bottle of dandelion wine in his hand. "i would have to feel offended if we were to call it blasphemy, and i don't."

"you have a point," you said before a quick yawn escaped your lips. "i think it's already my time... the late hour is not good for me," even if you usually stayed up late, spending a whole day at the windblume festival would be tiring for everyone, especially after a week of helping with the preparations.

the bard glanced at you as he took a sip of wine straight from the bottle. the wind played with his braids, but also with the flower in his hair, and you tried to understand how it still managed to stay in place. "then I guess i'll have to take you home," he said with an expression that was hard to interpret, but a second later he started to chuckle, as if the alcohol he had just consumed had taken some time to get to his head. 

"but let's stay a little longer, shall we? i don't know when i'll get another chance to sit here, in the hands of the largest statue in mondstadt, with a real god by my side," you giggled too, at how ridiculous it sounded when you said it out loud. but you were glad he brought you here. you'd never seen the city from this perspective before, and it was more breathtaking than you'd expected. 

"i can bring you here every day if that's your wish," he whispered almost in your ear, resting his head on your shoulder. you already had to sit close together to fit in here, but now he was even closer, your legs and arms touching, and with his head on your shoulder you could feel his wine-scented breath. 

you were already giggling before he said that, but after he did, you started laughing out loud, "venti, we don't even see each other every day, so what are we talking about? i think you should stop drinking, here, give me the bottle," you almost ripped the bottle from his hands, and it surprised you how little alcohol was in it. "don't tell me you drank it all on your own..." you whined, bringing the bottle closer to your nose, the characteristic smell of alcohol hitting you immediately, and you almost squirmed at the smell. 

"but you never drink," he said quietly, not moving his head nor protesting as you took the bottle. "never with you doesn't mean never at all," you replied and quickly took a long sip of the alcohol to empty the bottle. it tasted just as you expected, bitter with a honey-like sweetness, so you grimaced only a little, uncontrollably. you started to roll the empty bottle in your hands and asked, "what if someone catches us sitting here? a nun, maybe?" 

"haha, they won't," he replied shortly, "but if you're afraid, then we can get going."

his directness surprised you, but you only nodded in response, which caused him to slowly stand up and help you do the same.

the process of getting down was even harder than getting up, and the empty bottle didn't make it any easier. you had to protect it from falling, because it would make a terrible noise if it broke, and all the nuns would be here in a flash. but after a few minutes of irritated hissing and ouching, guided by your lover's hands, you managed to get your foot on solid ground.

the wind was less here than on the statue, but still noticeable. venti was unusually quiet today, and you were quite alarmed, but perhaps that was the effect of the alcohol, so you decided not to worry for now. "I think I can reach my home alone, you can go," you said, still holding the empty bottle in your hands, while his hands were busy holding your waist. "just don't let anyone catch you," he giggled again, spinning you around by your waist as if you were both dancing, "i wonder how you would explain yourself.”

"do you want me to tell the truth?" you laughed, now spinning on your own and reaching out to him, he took your fingers and then your whole hand in his, so you had to stop for a moment and put the bottle down to be completely free. "they wouldn't believe you," he said with a wink.

he placed one of his hands on your waist, one of yours on his shoulder, while the other two were intertwined, and swept you away in a whirlwind of dancing. well, "dancing" is probably too strong a term, as there was no music, no sense of rhythm, and your feet kept getting tangled up (what else would you expect from dancing with a drunk boy?), but you also laughed more sincerely than you have ever laughed in your life. this activity felt incredibly... bonding. dancing with a drunk anemo archon in the middle of the night under his own statue? you would replay it in your head countless times and still never get bored. 

however, nothing good lasts forever, does it? your forever was interrupted by the sound of a broken glass bottle being kicked by venti. you stopped him immediately, your eyes widening and for a moment he thought you were going to shout at him, but instead you burst out laughing. you were still in a position to dance, but your head was now thrown away and your voice could be heard across the square, its echo bouncing off the walls and into the night sky. it was so ironic you couldn't help it.

venti accompanied you with his laughter, but not for long. when you finally calmed down a bit, he unexpectedly closed your mouth with his. the bittersweet taste of dandelion wine hit your lips again, but it was only a small part of the feelings that this kiss brought. desire along with many unspoken words and unfinished affairs rumbled loudly in your head, you felt as if you were drunk as well. placing your hands on his cheeks and leaning in to deepen the kiss were the last things you remembered before you opened your eyes and saw nothing. an empty square, an empty bottle of dandelion wine and empty wind blowing through your hair were the only things left. if it wasn't for your burning cheeks and the voice heard from afar, probably that of a nun, you would say it was all a dream, that you made it up. he left as quickly as he had come, with many feelings bottled up inside you and many things you couldn't tell him today. 

so when barbara lectured you, pulling her hair out of her head because of your stupidity, all you could do, with the wind in your face, was smile and think of him. he'd be back soon, you were sure of it. you tied his soul to the ground too tightly for him to resist the temptation to come back into your loving arms.

dainsleif - solar eclipse

you often find yourself confused by thinking of them. by how to feel about them. with all you know about him and his past, you just feel... unsure? it leaves you with more questions than answers, and usually you are afraid of what they might bring. but as soon as you kiss him, all your worries disappear and you are no longer confused. you just want to be able to draw everything he offers you and get lost in the feeling.

"so you still don't know where you're heading after you leave mondstadt?" you asked, rolling a stem of windwheel aster in your hands. it was a habit of yours, developed unconsciously, to keep your hands busy with something when you were talking to dainsleif.

he was walking there and back behind your back, as you were sitting on the edge of an old, decaying road that led through the stromterror’s lair. it was a windy but clear day, and he had taken you there to spend some time with him before he departed for the archons only knew how long. he often had places to be, and even if you knew about it, and agreed to it, it still sometimes made you feel upset. this lifestyle was hard on you, and dainsleif was aware of this, but he always tried his best to make it easier for you, even if it didn't always work. you were grateful for his concern, for you knew very well that showing affection and deep care was not something that came easily to him, and that he was still learning.

"no, i don't know yet," he answered calmly. you were no longer able to hear his footsteps as he stood right behind you, looking at the flower you were holding in your hands. "but i promise i will come back as soon as i can," he added, noticing how your shoulders slumped slightly at his first words.

you turned around and looked up at him, still squeezing the flower in your hands, trying your best to make your smile look natural, but he must have seen through your lie. he didn't say anything though, just a small sigh of disappointment mixed with resignation escaped his lips and he gave you a questioning look. "i’m not angry," you announced, answering the question he hadn't yet asked, "just give me some time to think about this situation.”

he nodded quietly and crouched down beside you. "i know you're not angry," he murmured in a soothing voice close to your ear, "but it's also hard for me to see you so... worried." he gently placed a hand on your shoulder, and you noticed how unsure he was about this act. the touch was almost imperceptible, as if he didn't want to frighten you (or perhaps himself), but in the end, he didn't withdraw his hand. 

you turned your head away from the gaze of his azure eyes, but you could still feel it on your hands and on the cinnabar windwheel aster between your fingers. you scanned the unusually calm surface beneath your legs. it seemed as if all living species had disappeared from stormterror's lair, for not a single normal animal was visible in your field of vision, only a few sleepy hilichurls could be spotted out of the corner of your eye, wandering pointlessly through the wind-swept tall grasses. saddened by the landscape your eyes encountered, you raised them to the sky, hoping for a more optimistic view. 

so, when you looked up and your eyeballs encountered a slow but noticeable darkening of the sky, you definitely took it as a bad sign. "dain, what's going on?" you asked, sure that he had also noticed this strange phenomenon. "look at the sun," he replied simply, and by following the direction he was pointing with his chin, you understood what he meant. the sun was in its place, but something was on its way to cover it. you fixed your gaze on the sun, stunned by what was happening, before you felt dainsleif's hand on your chin, gently but firmly moving your head so that you were now looking directly into his eyes. "i forgot to tell you not to stare for too long," he explained as you furrowed your brow in confusion. "it can be harmful," he added, letting go of your chin. you nodded in understanding and scanned the sky with your eyes instead, bypassing the sun. it was definitely getting darker by the second and, what surprised you most, the stars were becoming clearly visible on his indigo body. "don't worry, it will pass," he said, somehow aware of your fear. you glanced at his face, and although his expression remained calm, you could see the admiration in his eyes. he seemed excited by this event, but you could tell he was trying to hide it by the way his lips were slightly curled at the corners, forming a barely visible smile.

in the meantime, the sun was half obscured by the object, and it occurred to you that it was probably the moon. you recalled shreds of a memory in which you were reading a book about geography, specifically the part about a phenomenon called a solar eclipse. you understood that you were probably experiencing it and that there was nothing to be afraid of, so you let out a short sigh of relief and smiled to yourself. dainsleif's hand was still squeezing your shoulder, as if he wanted to show you some support without words. it worked to a certain extent, but you still longed for something more from his side. he shifted his attention from the sun to you, and for a moment your eyes met. his were filled with something more like excitement, while yours showed a slight concern, they weren't as sparkling as he always remembered them to be. he furrowed his brow and exhaled. he moved his hand down your arm, slowly, before reaching your palm. he didn't really move it, just covered it with his own hand and gave you a squeeze. your other hand was still holding the aster when he intertwined his fingers with yours. the material of his gloves wasn't particularly soft, but you didn't complain. he almost never took his gloves off and you got used to it after a while. 

"y/n, you surely are worried," he almost whispered, or maybe his words disappeared somewhere, torn by the wind. all his admiration for the sun and the moon was gone now, replaced by concern for you. "i don't know what else i can do to make you feel better, but it bothers me to see you acting like this," he added. your response was quicker than he had expected, and certainly bolder. "just kiss me," you looked at him without any particular expression on your face, which puzzled him a little. his pupils dilated at first, but only for a moment. a second later he even smiled, almost unnoticeably, but he did.

“you could’ve told me if that’s what you wanted from the beginning…” his voice was breathy, as he leaned closer to you and there wasn’t much space between your faces anymore. he just kept looking at you without saying anything, while you felt a little intimidated by your own words. the moon was now completely blocking out the sun, and it was getting so dark that it was hard to see dain's face clearly. it was easier to locate him by the sound and feel of his breath on your own face. he moved closer and closer to you until you felt his nose brush against yours. you giggled a little before resting your forehead against his. you closed your eyes almost at the exact moment his lips landed on yours. it was again a gentle touch, his way of showing you that he was often afraid of hurting you in any way. he wanted to protect you from anything bad that might happen, even if it meant keeping you away from him, always keeping his distance. your head was definitely full of more positive thoughts than his at that moment, and you finally felt some inner peace and allowed yourself to let down your guard. he was here for now, and that's what matters, isn't it? when he kissed you, it felt like he was here now, as he always had been and will be even in a hundred years. 

he kissed you twice, or perhaps thrice, before moving his face, and it was at that moment that the sky began to return to its former colour. no words were needed; he included everything he wanted in the kiss and the quick peck on the forehead he gave you as he stood up. he held out his hand to help you to your feet as well, and you took it, throwing away the windwheel aster. it fell, spinning majestically in the air until it finally reached the ground, unharmed.

perhaps you too will survive his absence.

⌞⌑ cythiraeth - 08.08.2023. please, do not copy, claim as yours or share outside tumblr! ⌑⌝

[cythiraeth]

weather forecast pt. I - i. e. what genshin men kisses feel like

✧ ─ ⌑ pairing: gn!reader x xiao, itto, scaramouche, thoma, kaveh (of course all separate!)

✧ ─ ⌑ short summary: a brief descriptions of genshin men kisses, using comparsion to the nature, followed by a longer scenario depicting such kiss :)

✧ ─ ⌑ about the work: lowercase, fluff, established relationships, slightly suggestive (kaveh), reader being shorter than thoma and also reader working for yashiro commission (only mentioned, also in thoma part)

✧ ─ ⌑ notes: it's not always weather because i'd run out of weather phenomenons if i tried to pick one for every boy, but i kept it in one concept, which is nature-related things! also, i had to put scaramouche here instead of just wanderer, due to the fact that the weather i picked for him only occurs in snezhnaya... if that's a problem, you can always read it as if he's wanderer and you two are casually travelling in winterland! in advance, i'm sorry if some of them are ooc, i really tried

+ link to second part: ☆ (featuring childe, venti, kazuha and dainsleif)

and my genshin impact masterlist: ☆

✧ ─ ⌑ word count: 5.9 k in total

xiao - sunrises

shy at first, unsure, but then passionate. when your lips meet in the beginning, it always feels like a warm ray of sun is tickling your skin. then, as time goes by, they flood your whole body with pleasure until you are almost completely satisfied, but they still leave you wanting more, just like beautiful sunrises leave you hoping for a sunny day.

your bare feet met the cold desks of the wangshu inn's highest terrace as you began to yawn. the coldness that spread from your feet to your legs and then through your entire body was refreshing and woke you up almost immediately. the sky was still dark, shining in its intense blue colour, but you could already see some brighter highlights, announcing that the sunrise was getting closer by the minute. the moon had already finished its stroll through the night sky and the terrace was bathed in moonlight for a few last minutes.

you approached the balustrade on the right and leaned against it. a couple of crimson finches were also sitting on it, a few centimetres from your hand, busily cleaning their feathers. you smiled at them, glad that this time they hadn't flown away as usual. they had built a nest on the roof, which xiao had shown you once when you had begged him to take you to an unusual place where the two of you could spend some peaceful time together. 

as you thought of xiao, as if he were reading your mind, you could feel him appearing right behind you on the terrace. "you've come back," you said, turning to see his face and marvelling at the way the moonlight made his skin glow, as if he was some kind of ethereal creature. "demons would not defeat themselves," he replied briefly before joining you near the balustrade, adding, "they are mostly active at night. i had to go."

"of course you had to, i know." you reassured him, gazing at the horizon as a light breeze began to ruffle your already dishevelled hair. it was getting brighter by the minute, and you could now hear the birds singing behind your back on the roof.

xiao almost always disappeared after you fell asleep in his room at the wangshu inn, usually coming back just before you woke up. he didn't really sleep himself - you only found him sleeping about 3 or 4 times, and it was always a short nap. he explained to you that he didn't need to do that, but that didn't stop you from worrying that he was overworking himself. the two of you had talked about it enough, so you didn't want to bring it up again today, as the atmosphere and surroundings were becoming more beautiful by the moment.

your quiet moments with him were surprisingly comfortable, it wasn't the awkward kind of silence, but the kind that happens between two people who understand each other without words. the mere fact that he is there for you, ready to protect you and always come back to you, made your life a little brighter every time you thought about it.

the first light of the day was already visible as a soft glow appeared over the foothills of dragonspine mountain. it grew, slowly becoming visible over the higher parts of the mountain. "i've never seen a sunrise from here, xiao," you whispered, stunned by the view. he looked at you slightly surprised, as if it was a common experience for everyone to be at the top of the wangshu inn at 6am. "sunrises seen from here are truly beautiful," he replied quietly, "wait until you see a sunset with a clear sky. it's even better," he suggested, leaning over the balustrade. you moved closer to him, unsure if he would move away, but he didn't. so now, almost touching his shoulder with yours, with a slight smile on your face, you said, "watching the sunrise is enough for me if i can do it with you." 

for a moment he froze at your words, but quickly an almost invisible blush appeared on his cheeks and he fixed his eyes on the mountain, narrowing them slightly. your smile widened even further at his reaction and you continued to study his face with your eyes, as you had done so many times before. you were impressed by his clear complexion, his long, dark eyelashes, and oh, those amber eyes you used to get lost in almost every day. and at the moment when the first rays of sunlight found their way over the mountain's body to lick his pale skin and face, you couldn't hold back any longer.

"i want you to know how beautiful you are, xiao," you said softly, somehow managing to look at his face as you said it. he felt even more embarrassed after hearing this, but he turned around and looked into your eyes. "oh, that was... unexpected. but thank you," he replied, not sure how to react to such a confession.

you felt your cheeks grow warm as he said this, but you were still encouraged enough to ask, "may i... may i kiss you now?" he looked at you with a calm expression, and without answering, surrounded by the sunlight and the chirping of birds, he gently cupped your chin with one hand and pulled you into a kiss. 

the kiss was definitely soft, maybe even shy at first. his lips didn't really push into yours, it was more of a delicate touch, as if you were something fragile and he was desperately trying not to hurt you. his cold hand caressed your cheek alongside the warm sunlight that landed on it. after a short pause for breath, you tangled your hands in his hair, pulling him closer this time to show him that he needn't be so afraid of touching you. it resulted in a more passionate kiss this time, and some bold hand movements as his palm moved to your neck and then lower down your spine.

once, between kisses, you murmured into his lips, "i hope the rest of the day is just as wonderful as the beginning.

itto - lightnings

often unexpected but deep. he would never do anything against your will though! he accepts all your boundaries and if you tell him that you are uncomfortable with it, he will stop. he just can't resist the urge to pull you into a deep kiss sometimes, especially when he is happy and wants to express and share his emotions.

"have you found anything?"

"no, still looking!"

you were all on all fours, covered in dust and dirt, shouting back to itto as you continued to comb the bushes in front of you.

a few days before these events, he came up with the truly brilliant idea of... looking for new onikabutos to fight with. when he first told you about it, you thought he meant just casually checking some trees and under random rocks near inazuma city, maybe further out on narukami island, but you certainly didn't expect him to plan an entire excursion for the two of you. he explained that he needed to "check out all the best places he's heard of" and "bring some fresh air into his career as an onikabuto fighter" (whatever he meant by that).

so here you were on seirai island, searching through the bushes at your lover's request, and to be honest, you were perfectly fine with it. 

itto often had his... extraordinary ideas, but that was one of the things that made you fall in love with him. how could you complain when he planned everything (he was probably doing something properly for the first time in his life) and seemed so excited about the onikabutos you were both looking for! you already had a few bruises and cuts on your hands because some of the bushes had thorns, and every time itto saw a new one, he would run over and kiss your wound. it made you giggle, but deep down you found this act extremely heartwarming.

when you felt another thorn scratch your left palm, you hissed softly and left the thicket. they were shining in all shades of blue and purple, just like everything else on seirai island, and you couldn't take your eyes off them. the atmosphere, all those vibrant colours and strange animals amazed you. it really was a wonderful place... maybe except for all those angry purple lightning bolts that sliced across the sky one by one in the centre of the island.

"are you injured again?" itto asked, looking over your shoulder. you jumped a little - he scared you, because you hadn't noticed him approaching you when you were busy admiring the plants.

"no, it's nothing! it's not even bleeding," you said, turning to him. he looked really worried, as if something serious had happened, when in fact it was just a small cut. you smiled gently at him and repeated again, but in a softer voice, while showing him your hand, "look, nothing serious." he looked at your hand for a second, before grabbing it anyway and kissing it quickly, right on the injury. you couldn't help but smile and say, "oh, thank you. that's much better now!" he gave you that proud smile of his and said, "haha, i knew it! my medical skills are just as awesome as my onikabuto fighting skills!" you giggled, keeping what was on the tip of your tongue to yourself, not wanting to insult itto if he didn't get the joke. "maybe we can take a short break from searching? i don't think there are any onikabutos around... at least not now. let's give them some time to get back into the bushes after all the noise we made," you suggested, almost 100% sure that itto scared off all the onikabutos within a 5 kilometre radius with his animated expression every time he found an interesting rock or lizard (he had to show you every single one, of course).

"sure! if you need to rest, you can just tell me... the onikabutos can wait, we'll get them anyway!" he replied, as loud as ever, accompanied by the roar of thunder in the distance. you grabbed his hand, noticing that it was rougher than usual, and dragged him to the nearest pile of rocks you could see.

he fell onto the stone and sighed as you sat next to him. the stone was under a beautiful violet tree, its branches crumpled under the weight of some dark purple fruits. as itto closed his eyes and leaned his head against the trunk, you tried to reach out and grab one of the fruits with your hand. you had to move a few branches because the largest one was hidden between some leaves. when you did, the sight brought a broad smile to your face. "itto! look!" he immediately opened his eyes and stepped down from the rock, unconsciously reaching for his claymore with one hand. "w-what happened?!" he hissed, still very confused about his situation. "nobody's attacking us, calm down!" you reassured him, slightly amused by his reaction. it took him a moment to realise what you had just said, but eventually he relaxed and looked at the branch you were holding.

on a thick branch, next to the fruit you were trying to reach, was a huge, probably one of the biggest you'd ever seen, plum-coloured onikabuto. its horns looked like small, branched knives, and its carapace was dotted with a few white spots. itto's eyes immediately widened, and you could see little sparkles dancing in them. he actually drooled violently into the onikabuto, his mouth formed into a large 'o'.

"y/n! love of my life!" he shouted, a second before running to you and pulling you into a tight hug. the way he squeezed and lifted you made you giggle, but you wrapped your hands around his neck to keep from falling off. "it's perfect!" he said enthusiastically. behind him you could see dark, pink and sometimes purple flashes of lightning, and your ears were full of the sounds of roaring thunder that complemented his voice. unexpectedly, a moment later, you felt his lips on yours. it surprised you at first, but it only took a few seconds for you to adjust and lock your hands in his hair. the kiss was astonishingly deep, as if itto wanted to share all his happiness with you. you tilted your head to the right as the kiss continued, but in the end you both needed a break, so when you turned your head, he laid his forehead against yours for a moment. you were fully aware that your cheeks were flushed and you probably didn't want to look at your reflection right now, but honestly, you didn't care. "with this one as my fighter, i will be unstoppable!" itto added as he set you down on the ground. you looked at him, at his messy hair and his happy expression, and smiled again. making him happy was just enough to make you happy too.

scaramouche - blizzard

they may often occur harsh. when you two kiss, your senses usually just shut down as you get lost in his kisses like in a blizzard, they almost make you feel like you are drunk. but deep inside, you always feel that you have a certain someone who will guide you safely back home.

"remind me why i agreed to do this?" you asked, snorting as your legs began to refuse to move. even with all the coats on your back, you could still feel an unimaginable cold crawling up your skin and into your muscles.

scaramouche looked at you almost with contempt, but he was still stomping through the snow, not slowing down a bit. "because you insisted on following me on my way to inazuma. you brought this upon yourself," he finally answered your question and turned away. he looked unaffected by the bitter cold that made every inch of your skin shiver. you snapped at him, knowing very well that you were not the only one who enjoyed the idea of you travelling with him, but you resisted the temptation to remind him. he was just too proud to admit it out loud, and you were too exhausted to waste energy arguing with him.

you looked around only to see the same landscape you had seen for the last few hours. at first, you would have found the snow-covered slopes and trees very pretty, but after feeling as if you hadn't moved at all for so long, looking at them only gave you a headache. you left admiring snezhnayan nature and landscape for another time, also considering that your vision was blurred by the heavily falling snow.

you tried to keep up with the scaramouche's pace of footsteps, but as you did so, you tripped over a few stones that you could promise did not exist. you cursed under your breath as you fell to your knees, almost covering your face in snow. he stopped and turned around, startled by the sound, but when he realised the state he had found you in, instead of helping you, he just started laughing casually.

"hey! that's no laughing matter!" you shouted to make sure he could hear you in this blizzard, but you didn't get a proper response. he just enjoyed the moment, throwing his head back and laughing until he had to cover his mouth with his hand. you looked at him, still buried in the snow, because it was almost impossible to free yourself alone, due to the fact that every time you tried to move, a new pile of snow would fall on your limbs and into your eyes. you furrowed your brow and crawled close enough to him to pull at the edge of his white harbinger’s cloak. and you didn't miss the opportunity to do so. so one moment scaramouche was definitely having fun up there, but a second later he found himself buried in the snow next to you, your cloaks tangled with each other and with your legs, making it even harder to move.

it took him a moment to realise what had happened, and when he did, he moved his head so that he was now facing you, lying on your back in the snow, and you could feel his breath on your skin, so warm compared to the icy air that surrounded you. "it's so unlike you to be in such a good mood," you said, surprised at the amount of laughter he had blessed you with in the last few minutes, "not that i am complaining of course," you added quickly when you noticed he had closed his mouth.

"don't think that i enjoy spending time with you, y/n, but i must admit that sometimes you can be so pathetic that i can't help but laugh." he cut you off, but his tone wasn't as dangerous as it usually was. so you seized the opportunity and quickly pulled him into a kiss, tucking one of your hands into his snowy hair. you could tell you had caught him off guard by the way his body tensed, and you thought he would break the kiss at first, but surprisingly he did the opposite, pushing your face further into the snow and deepening the kiss.

at that moment all you could feel was his warm lips against yours, contrasting with the snowflakes that were falling all over your cheeks and his hair. it was quite aggressive, but in a way that gave you butterflies in your stomach, and you didn't complain. the kiss also spread warmth over your face, chest and limbs, so you weren't freezing anymore. after a few seconds, when he was probably running out of air just as you were, he pulled his lips away, breathing heavily and lowering his face to your ear, he whispered "that was terrible" and you were just about to say something mean before he added "now do it again".

thoma - rainbow

they are like sparkles of joy that light up your life every time they happen. you enjoy them the most when they are unexpected, but even when they are not, they never fail to amaze you and make you both smile.

you were halfway from inazuma city to kamisato estate when you finally realised that it might have been a better idea to wait for the rain to stop. you were supposed to deliver some documents to the yashiro commission, and even though it wasn't anything urgent, you wanted to get it done as soon as possible. so here you were, standing in the middle of nowhere in the rain. you had already thanked the archons several times that the documents were packed in some waterproof material, because otherwise you would probably go crazy.

your clothes were getting uncomfortably wet and clinging to your body like honey, not to mention your hair, which was in even worse shape, all tangled up and getting in your face. not even birds were singing, and the only creatures that seemed to enjoy this weather were all the vibrant plants, which, under the effect of the rain, came to life and spread their leaves, looking watered and healthy.

it was still warm, because before the rain started, the weather had been completely normal, sunny and pleasant, so no one expected such a drastic change, and with a clear sky, it wasn't even predictable.

so, as you walked across the muddy fields of narukami island, the last thing you expected was to bump into someone or something. it wasn't a violent collision, so it didn't affect you in any way, but it still took you by surprise. as you raised your head to look at the unfortunate person who happened to be in the same situation as you, you took back your words. because of all the things you didn't expect to see that day, seeing thoma's smiley face in the middle of a downpour in some forgotten by archons place was definitely at the top of the list.

"thoma?!" you let out, still shocked by his appearance "what, for the sake of the archons, are you doing here?" he raised his eyebrows slightly at your reaction and laughed briefly. you scanned his silhouette and besides his wet blonde hair and soaked clothes, you also noticed a red umbrella in his hand. what confused you even more was the fact that the umbrella was... closed. why didn't he use it on the way here?

"i knew you were supposed to bring some documents to the estate and when i noticed it was raining, i wanted to get you an umbrella," he explained calmly, as it was something anyone would do for their lover. you still looked at him, so moved by his act that your eyes watered a little, but it wasn't noticeable due to the streams of water running down your face.

thoma often surprised you with his kindness and good heart, but today he topped it all. you had such a terrible humour because of this incident, but just spending a moment with him made you feel so much better. what amazed you even more about him was the fact that he did it all so... effortlessly. it was as if filling your days with laughter and being your biggest support was something that came naturally to him and he didn't even have to try. sometimes you thought you weren't giving back enough, but he never wanted anything in return. you often came to a conclusion that he is such a unique person to be found.

"you... you didn't have to," you said, unsure, a little overwhelmed by all these thoughts. "no, i did have to," he gave you that charming smile and that was the moment when all your negative feelings vanished. "i can't thank you enough, but my dear, you could have at least used the umbrella..." you giggled, taking it from his hand and unfolding it. "what would i do without someone like you?" you asked, holding the umbrella over both of your heads and he silently took it from you, as he was taller and it was easier for him to hold it.

"you would probably have a very terrible day?" he asked casually, still concentrating on your eyes. "i would probably have a very terrible life," you corrected him with a wink. he chuckled, and you noticed small wrinkles appearing at the corners of his green eyes.

"that is a very pessimistic possibility..." he commented with a grin and linked his free arm with yours. "shall we go, my lady?" 

you nodded enthusiastically and leaned against his shoulder, feeling all the layers of wet fabric covering you both. he began to lead you through the mud and puddles, and it must have looked hilarious, two people soaked to the skin walking like on a ball in the rain, but those were the moments you treasured most. 

*****

it took you a while to reach the chinju forest, but in the meantime the rain had stopped and thoma folded the umbrella, no longer needing it.

"oh, look, we're finally getting closer!" you announced, slipping out of his grip and climbing a small hill with a better view. the wet clothes and hair didn't bother you anymore as your humour improved and you spent some quality time with your partner. he followed you to the hill and stood next to you, but after a moment you felt something fall on your shoulders. it was thoma's red jacket, wrapped around you. you looked at him and smiled softly, and that was your silent thank you. he definitely understood and wrapped his arm around your waist for a moment, as you looked around, the fog already disappearing and the first rays of sunlight landing on the surface. 

"oh, y/n, look!" he exclaimed, pointing to something in the sky to your right. you followed his finger, and the view your eyes met was stunning. a wide, colourful rainbow stretched over inazuma city, shining in all vibrant hues. " i haven’t seen a rainbow in such a long time, you know?" you asked, looking at the phenomenon for a while before turning to thoma. you expected him to be busy looking at it, but surprisingly, his eyes were still on you. "do i have something on my face?" you asked, intimidated by his gaze. "no, i just love looking at you when you are so happy and passionate about something," he replied in an admiring tone. "how is it so natural for you to say such lovely things?" you said, "i don't even know how to answer..." "you don't have to, i just can't keep all the things that come to my mind to myself when they make you so happy." you still couldn't find the right words for what you wanted to say, so to express it, you stepped closer to him and, standing on your fingertips, quickly kissed him on the lips. 

his reaction was rather quick, for the moment you returned to your previous position, he leaned forward to kiss you properly, placing both his hands on your waist in a way that made you feel butterflies in your stomach. he kissed you many, many times then, and it was almost physically painful to break away from it, because of the way you always ached to be close to him, and to the feeling of specialness that he gave you.

kaveh - sunsets

when you're waiting for them, it feels like an eternity. but the act alone, though beautiful and breathtaking, always seems too short. you can't get enough of them, they always leave you wanting more, waiting impatiently for the next time you can feel all those wonderful feelings. and waiting is always worth it. his kisses are sweet, deep and dense, but in a good way.

you let out another long sigh as you continued to wriggle around on the teal sofa that adorned the living room of kaveh and al-haitham's apartment. you had been waiting for your lover to get home for a couple of hours now, as he had promised to take you out tonight, and the boredom was starting to become unbearable. kaveh had recently been busy with a new project he was working on, and although you were eminently happy for him, you couldn't help but feel rather lonely whenever he left for work.

you've already swept the floor three times, washed the dishes to a shine and made his bed. you've even tried to go into al-haitham's room to see if there was anything to clean, but unfortunately (depending on who you ask) the door was locked. the only thing keeping you sane at the moment was the ticking of the clock, which you followed with your eyes, painfully aware of the rule that when you look at the clock, time passes more slowly than when you don't.

you were about to get up from the couch and check for the sixth time today if any dishes had magically appeared in the empty sink, when you heard the distinctive click of the lock on the front door. 

your face lit up instantly and uncontrollably at the sound and your eyes wandered to the doorframe to see the soft smile that kaveh always gave you when he entered the house. and, oh, the disappointment you felt when your eyes met al-haitham's blue pupils was almost indescribable.

"kav- what are you doing here?" you asked impulsively, realising your harsh tone a few seconds too late.

"living," he replied briefly, taking a bag off his shoulder.

the moment he spoke, you felt your cheeks blush with embarrassment and immediately regretted speaking to him.

"um, i know," you whispered, unsure if he had heard you, looking down at the floor. your lover's roommate was not the easiest person to get along with, but you always tried to stay on good terms with him. "sorry, i was expecting kaveh," you explained shortly.

he didn't add anything, you just heard his soft footsteps telling you that he was probably going to his room, but when you heard him put the key in the lock, he spoke.

"i took his keys with me, so i thought i'd come back earlier to open the door for him. seems it wasn't necessary," he looked at you, but you didn't really understand what he meant. not waiting for a proper answer, he quickly opened the door and slipped into the room.

you sighed again, and still a little puzzled, you lay down on the couch and closed your eyes. it was definitely the time for kaveh to come home... maybe something had stopped him? an accident? you shivered at the thought, shaking your head to reassure yourself that it couldn't be. it was only after you had been lying there for a moment that you felt how tired you really were after all that work. you thought to yourself that surely you won't fall asleep, just one more minute of rest and you will get up. 

spoiler: you did fall asleep.

so when you opened your eyes and saw kaveh's confused face leaning over you, you had no idea what was happening or what year it was. then, as you analysed your surroundings and it clicked in your brain, you started to remember what happened before your unplanned nap.

"kaveh! oh, im so sorry, i had to fall asleep," you lifted your head and looked around. you could tell it was getting late by the way the room was lit up in the warm amber sunlight that usually accompanied a sunset, "we were supposed to hang out today, im so-"

"no, no, don't worry," he said, sitting on the sofa right next to you. "it's my fault, i didn't have the heart to wake you. we can always go tomorrow, sumeru city won’t disappear at night," he added quietly, looking at you. after his explanation, you felt a little better, but still a small amount of disappointment itched at your heart. you moved your eyes to his face and nodded gently. his blond hair looked almost like honey in that amber sunlight, and you wondered how a person could look so effortlessly beautiful after a whole day of work.

"hey, really, don't get upset," he murmured, noticing that you still weren't sure that nothing had happened. "i know, it's just not that easy. i've waited all day for this, only to fall asleep at the end," you replied before shifting your body so that you were sitting and touching his leg with yours. you hid your face in your hands, but kaveh quickly grabbed your wrists and gently pulled your hands away. "everyone deserves to rest sometimes, especially you."

his words instantly made you feel better and a small smile adorned your lips. when he noticed, he smiled as well. "you look better with a smile on your face, but I think i know a way to cheer you up even more," he announced with a chuckle.

for a moment you had no idea what he meant, but then his soft and warm lips landed on yours. the feeling alone was enough to make you melt, but combined with the mellow sunshine that touched both of your faces, it was magnificent. he cupped your cheek delicately with one of his hands as you continued to kiss, becoming more intense with each passing moment. his second hand moved to your waist as he pushed your face down, almost to the point where you lay completely on the sofa, and even then he didn't stop. In fact, the kisses were passionate and you began to hook his lips with your teeth, only to be returned with a soft moan that escaped him. you could feel your heart beating so fast that you felt it in your chest almost painfully. 

he probably wouldn't have stopped for a long time if it wasn't for the loud, long grunt you both heard behind you. in an instant, kaveh dismounted from you and looked at the source of the sound.

"i knew you were shameless, but i wouldn't even accuse you of such blatant behaviour." you didn't need to turn around to know exactly who those words belonged to, but you did. you glanced at al-haitham, who was standing just behind the couch with his arms crossed, staring into kaveh's shining eyes.

“go and mind your own business, al-haitham," kaveh hissed, and when you noticed how dishevelled his hair was and how red his lips were, you blushed violently, thinking only what al-haitham might have been thinking.

"i’m trying, but it's hard when two lovebirds are making out on my own couch." "it's not your couch! it's common property in this house!" kaveh was getting angrier by the second, while the grey-haired man looked like he actually enjoyed teasing him, so you decided to intervene.

"we're sorry, al-haitham, it won't happen again," you said, trying to keep your voice from shaking with emotion as you put your hand on kaveh's leg to calm him down a little.

"i hold you to your word," he added before turning away as if nothing had happened and leaving the house. kaveh was left speechless while you could only burst out laughing. he looked at you with his crimson eyes and tilted his head slightly. "what's so funny about him?" you replied after you had calmed down a bit, "it's just the way he gets so angry for no apparent reason and looks at us like a disappointed teacher to me. we shouldn't really care what he says. in the end he probably enjoys it more than we think."

kaveh thought for a moment before he said, "you might be right..." and his expression almost returned to normal. "sometimes he gets on my nerves so much that i can't talk to him without getting emotional," he sighed, wiping his face with his hand to calm himself down completely. "but today he won't bother us anymore. where did we stop?" he asked with a silvery voice, looking at you once more. his face was again bathed in the golden light of the sun, and many unruly strands of hair surrounded his face, but he still managed to look mesmerising. you thought to yourself that you probably found yourself admiring him too often, but in the end, why shouldn't you? 

without answering his question, you leaned in closer and pecked the corner of his lips, that unusual place you always wanted to kiss. "you know what? It just occurred to me that you look like a sunset." 

he didn't know what to say, stunned by the compliment, and he could feel his cheeks growing warmer. "if you find any more compliments like that, i don't think i'll be able to let you go today," he finally murmured, before he kissed your lips again, surprisingly deep and causing you to fall against the back of the sofa.

it would be better for al-haitham if he didn't come home soon.

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[cythiraeth]

jealousy is sometimes good for both of you! - i.e. you being jealous of kaveh

✧ ─ ⌑ pairing: gn!reader x kaveh

✧ ─ ⌑ short summary: as you help him clean, you come across something that makes you doubt his feelings. how will he explain it?

✧ ─ ⌑ about the work: fluff (ig?), jealousy, lowercase, not proof-read

✧ ─ ⌑ notes: hii! welcome to my blog, which i created on impulse. you can call me liv! it's actually my first post ever, so i hope its okay. i just had to create something, because for a few recent days my head was empty, just kaveh in there. enjoy!

link to my genshin impact masterlist: ☆

✧ ─ ⌑ word count: 1.3 k

the sun was already going down when the last of its rays danced across the floor as they fell through the open window. there was no doubt that it looked quite charming, but it also made all the dust particles on the brown floor more visible. you had to look away so as not to get angry that it wasn't clean. you had already been sweeping the floor in kaveh's house for almost half an hour, and you wanted to get it done as soon as possible. even if it was you who had the idea of helping him...

it was his turn to clean the house, and of course he left it until the last minute. you didn't like the idea of al-haitham getting even madder at kaveh than he already was, so you offered to help (read: to do most of the work yourself). he thanked you with a kiss and promised to return the favour, ignoring your complaints that it wasn't necessary. he quickly hid in his room to get back to work, leaving you with a broom in the living room.

you had almost finished your work when you noticed a small pile of papers that had been left on the sill of the window. you thought it must be something kaveh forgot to take with him, so you put down the broom and went to his room. you don't know what it was that made you want to look, because you never do, but this time you let your eyes fall on the sheets. bringing the papers closer to your eyes, you stopped halfway. the first page was covered with some of kaveh's writing, but the gaps between the lines and the blank spaces were all filled with little pencil scribbles of… him? you blinked twice, not quite sure if you had seen it right. why would he... draw himself on his own papers? not to mention the fact that some of the larger scribbles were in fact very detailed, but still done in a messy style. you could see a small version of him drawn in a comic book style, a more realistic portrait and even a detailed drawing of his hairpin. he was a skilled artist, you knew that, but you wouldn't accuse him of being so self-indulgent as to draw something like this.

unintentionally, your first thought was: someone has drawn him. by someone, you meant a girl. then you shook your head and laughed at your own stupidity, but even after that you couldn't help the feeling that began to grow in your stomach. with a few questions in your head, you finally went to his room, and after hearing a silent "come in" when you knocked on the door, you entered the apartment.

sitting behind his desk, he raised his head. a slight smile appeared on his face when he saw you as he put down his pencil. "done cleaning?" he inquired quietly. "almost," you replied as you walked further into the room after you had closed the door. you handed him the papers you had brought, "looks like you forgot something from the living room," you said. he looked at them in silence before replying, "oh, that's right! thanks for bringing them." you could hear the subtle chuckle in his voice, the one he often made when the two of you were alone together. you smiled at his actions, but still the questions in your mind made your skin itch. you took a step closer and leaned over his desk. "not a problem," you said with a smile, "but i was wondering... who did these little drawings?" you pointed your finger at one of them, depicting his side profile.

his answer made your heart skip a beat, even though you knew you were probably too sensitive about it. "oh, my friend drew them. adorable, aren't they?" he asked, laughing, before adding, "she drew them on my papers because they were on the top of the desk. we often draw on something when we think. It helps to concentrate." he explained, but it didn't help you at all. she, he said. so you were right. why would a girl draw him like that? the scribbles really were detailed, she must have been looking at him while she was making them. and the one of a hairpin. does that mean he took it off when he was with her? but he never did that, he always kept it in his hair and not many people were allowed to touch it.

when you fell silent, he realised something was wrong. he expected you to be more... excited? why were you so quiet, he wondered. "y/n?" he asked quietly, tucking some of your hair that had fallen onto your face behind your ear. "did something happen?"

"no, no..." you sighed as you felt your cheeks turning slightly red. "it's just that..." you couldn't finish the sentence, too much on your mind. but kaveh waited patiently for you to finish. "it's just that she really has an appreciation for your beauty." you tried to look as relaxed as possible, but you were aware of how stupid it sounded. he looked at you for a moment before letting out an adorable short laugh. "well, it looks like someone around here got a little jealous." he said before getting up from his chair. "my dear, why would you even think something like that?" he almost whispered. "i have no idea, i'm sorry. sometimes..." you couldn't finish because he cut you off. "no! don't be sorry, you haven't done anything wrong. i understand why you might feel that way. i do it myself from time to time." you looked at him in surprise at this confession. he had never brought up this subject in your conversation before, but once again you hadn't been given enough time to think about it, because he reached for one of the papers that you had brought to him and placed it in your hands. "maybe she has an appreciation for my beauty, but i want to show you what’s on my mind while i'm at work".

you looked at the page he had given you, and in a second all your negative feelings disappeared. because in front of your eyes you could see a very similar paper to the one before, with one difference. the whole of it was covered with drawings of you. and they were even more detailed, even more beautiful than those of him. you looked at the drawings of your hands, your smiling face, you sleeping. immediately a broad smile appeared on your lips, you couldn't help but melt inside. you continued to examine them until your eyes fell on one that showed you almost shirtless. it was at this point that you looked away from the page and had a slight blush on your face. a soft "oh..." escaped your lips before you looked at him again. "in that case, i guess i'm not jealous anymore," you laughed and put the page back on the desk.

you took a deep breath of relief before speaking again. "i got carried away, sorry. of course, i should never doubt your feelings because of a funny scribble on a piece of paper." you both chuckled at your words. "oh my archons," he said between chuckles as you leaned your head against his shoulder, "it sounds even worse when you say it out loud." "please," you whispered, "don't ever let me act like this again.”

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