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[ilyhaitanii]

seasons change, say you’ll stay the same ft. alhaitham, jing yuan, and neuvillette,

nsfw. no matter how many seasons pass with your lover, his love for you will always stay the same // warnings in each section

alhaitham // cw: food play (?) riding, he's very dizzy and overwhemled (in a good way)

——— summer makes everything melt, including his heart

whenever kaveh isn’t around, you and alhaitham often stick to each other’s bodies like gum. there’s never a moment where you don’t have your hands on each other. alhaitham’s hands glide up the sides of your thighs, lifting your dress up and bunches the material around your waist.

the swing chair squeaks under the weight of you both, softly moving back and forth. his lips are attached to your neck, licking up any droplets of sweat that line your skin. your finger nails dig into his shoulders, back arching at the feeling. there’s a cold sensation on your chest that shocks you. you pull back and see alhaitham licking melted kulfi off of his fingers.

he takes the melting popsicle, and drags the melted dessert across your tits. the cold and sticky droplets drip down your cleavage making you gasp. alhaitham has this hazy look in his eyes, melting into your hands that cup his face.

his eyes aren’t focused, mesmerized by your beauty. he looks up at you admiring your flushes cheeks, the way your bangs perfectly stick to your face and the way your tits are right in his face is also a bonus. he feels dizzy from the heat, but the feeling of your fingers on his skin pulls him back.

“hahyi, look at me, habibi.” you whisper gently. his eyes focus on your swollen lips (it’s his fault really. he was the one who wanted to eat the kulfi and ras malai from your mouth. it’s also his fault all the desserts have melted and it’s making his neck and fingers sticky. it’s definitely not sticky from his fingers curling in your cunt until you’re seeing stars…definitely not.)

he looks up at you with the most love-strucken eyes. something about the summertime makes alhaitham a bit lovesick. you both fell in love during a summer field trip, you got married during the summer, you had your first kiss during the summer.

the summer will always belong to the both of you. he’ll ask you later to excuse his greedy behavior as he only wanted to adore you. his tongue darts out to lick any liquid left on his lips. his eyes wander, admiring the curve of your tits, the way your hips settle onto his hand, and your soft tummy peaking out from the cotton material of your dress.

his eyes also catch onto the emerald jewel that sits right above your clevage. its a gem that matches the jewel that sits on his chest. a vivid memory plays in alhaitham’s mind.

(“look, hahyi! we’re matching! isn’t that so cute?” you asked him as you beam at big smile at him. your skirt sways slightly due to the liyuen sea breeze. he looks at you and gently smiles as he hands you a red bean bun.

“it suits you,” he says gently, leaning against the railing next to you. the both of you lean against the railing, shoulders brushing against each other.

“does it really?” you say a bit anxious as you bite into the bun. you grimace at the taste and look at alhaitham and his cheese filled bun. he chuckles and switches buns with you. you giggle, taking a chomp out of it and happily chew. “you know, i bought it because it reminded me of you. does that make you happy?” you mumble, cheeks flushed.

alhaitham takes another bite of the bun, humming in reply. however, you don’t hear it. you look over at him and sees his ears flushed pink. how cute…you tug at his ears, giggling. he furrows his brows at you as you wiggle your finger in his face. “don’t ignore your seniors, kid! answer me!”)

"alhaitham?" you say in a quiet, low voice. your brows are furrowed together, concerned for the younger man. he takes another bite of the melted kulfi and places it on the table beside him. he looks up at you with these wide eyes, almost akin to a puppy. it's so unlike him, yet so him at the same time.

a man who has lost all those close to him, someone who threw himself into studies as a way to forget what had happened. in some ways, he's still that young, quiet boy you met at daycare in the library. you smile at him softly and close your lips onto his. he's a major daydreamer-- his brain works way too much, you tell him.

alhaitham's free sticky hand cups your hip, pulling you impossibly. closer to his bare torso. the smell of cardamon, padisarahs, and sweet cream mixed with a woody, almost citrus scent invade your senses. everything is alhaitham. you're breathing him in, tasting his lips, feeling the muscles of his biceps contract, looking at his pretty face, and listening to his sweet words.

his words are so sweet you almost think he's the dessert you and your lover are enjoying on his hot day. you pull your hips up, sliding up his cock. he groans trying to pull you back, but you shush him with a kiss.

alhahaitham is a physically strong man, but he's so weak for you: his sweet, loving, gorgeous lover. you gently push yourself all the way down on him again, sliding your knees down. you find a comfortable rhythm as alhaitham lays his head back. you leave small kisses along the column of his neck, making his head spin.

his lips are agape, jaw slacking as you bounce on his cock. there's this pit in his stomach that's growing and the humid heat of sumeru is no help to him. his hands lay on your hips, squeezing the soft skin there. gently, he matches your rhythm and moves his hips against yours.

he groans your name, causing you tighten around him. there's so much going on that alhaitham can't even process it. the cold feeling on kulfi dripping down the corners of his lips, the hot and wet feeling of your cunt wrapped around him, and the slight motion of the swing is so overwhelming.

and then he loses it. your breathy, pitched mewls in his ears makes him go insane. that knot building in his stomach shatters as soon as you cum around his cock. alhaitham is never too far behind you, always keeping himself close to you. he's always in tune with your body.

he manages to lift his head up and lick the melted kulfi and malai off of your chest, leaving wet and sticky kisses along the way. he makes more of a mess than before, but his intentions are pure. he intertwines his hand with your left, kissing the wrist where your wedding bangles rest and that shiny diamond encrusted ring that sits on your fourth finger. he mumbles something into your skin as he extends his hand to grab a mango flavoured kulfi popsicle. he opens up the plastic, taking a bite of it. his other hand pulls down your dress, exposing your breasts fully.

he swirls his tongue around the nipple with the kulfi in his mouth. your eyes roll back, grabbing onto his shoulders trying to get away from the icy liquid. alhaitham chuckles against your skin as he looks up at you with those puppy eyes. you feel his cock twitch inside of you and you realize this truly isn't the end.

jing yuan // cw: morning sex, teasing, it's a mess of limbs tbh, breeding, and nipple play

——— warming up on a winter morning

the luofu does not experience the change of seasons. the most they will get is a few showers and an occasional heat wave. however this winter, the luofu is unbearably cold. everyone is wearing coats and scarves, huddling next to their loved ones.

you and jing yuan are no different. after a long night, the twi if you wake up with your bodies flushed together. your back to his chest with his arm swung over your waist, caressing your stomach.

you groan slightly at the cold radiating from the sliding door near your bed. however, the general’s body is so warm you can’t belo but want to cuddle him more.

“yuan, it’s way too cold,” you mumble into the pillow as his lips pepper kisses across your nape. he hums into your skin, eyes fluttering open to look at your body. his hand retreats from your waist, but you catch onto his wrist and whine. you press yourself against him, needing his warmth.

he finds you so adorable. he chuckles and kisses behind your ears causing you to giggle. jing yuan presses his hips against your ass. you look over your shoulder at his face, soaking in the beauty of the general of the loufu.

“how much time do we have?” you say as you turn to face him, throwing your hip over his. he dips his head down to your chest, kissing your collarbone.

“not sure…doesn’t matter. i don’t have a meeting until later today,” you ruffle jing yuan hair, curling your fingers into his precious locks.

“just because you’re not busy does not mean im not,” you grumble playfully as jing yuan pulls up your sweater. he tucks his head under the sweater, pressing sweet kisses against your breasts.

“tell them the general is excusing you for today,” you snort at his words, eyes fluttering shut at the feeling of his lips wrapping around your nipple. his tongue flicks the hardening bud, and his fingers tweak the other one. jing yuan makes sure to not neglect any part of your body. in the meantime, he humps your thigh, moaning into your skin.

“can’t use you an excuse,” you frown when he pulls away from your skin, but he quickly takes off your sweater and throws it across the room. he’s quick to catch your lips, tongue begging to enter your mouth. you sigh into the kiss, hooking your leg over his hips. with that he grabs your ass, as pulls you onto his lap below him.

his hands trace the curve if your hips and waist, squeezing the soft skin. his finger drags down your abdomen, finding its way to your red panties. he whistles when he notices the darker wet patch. you face flushes, matching the color of your underwear. he intertwined your hands and laughs,

“no need to be shy, darling. i’ve seen you in mire compromising positions.”

he’s not wrong exactly…jing yuan has had you sprawled over his desk, had your ass way up in the air, he’s seen you with his cum splattered all over your face, tits and ass. he’s seen it all, so why are you shying away from him?

it’s his stupid teasing tone. that soft smirk he has on his face and that natural dominance he places over you makes you weak in the knees and blush like a schoolgirl. the worst thing about it? he knows it all too well. he’s pulled it out of you many times as he coos at your embarrassment.

jing yuan’s thumb presses on the wet patch and you buck into his finger. he smiles up at you, pressing a soft kiss on your tummy before sliding your panties off. he notices your clit puffy, and peaking out between your folds. his fingers purposefully avoid the bundle of nerves and go straight to your dripping hole.

he slides in his middle finger and your cunt happily accepts in inside you. he pushes it all the way until the hilt before pressing on that spongey spot inside you. he knows exactly where it is and he has you seeing stars. he gently slides in his ring finger and you feel the metal clasp of his ring pressing against your hole when he slides it in.

“there you go, darling. no need to hold it back,” the soft winds outside your window grab your attention for a moment as you watch the snowflakes fall onto the sill. you smile softly before your lips part in a moan. jing yuan watches your head tilt back and eyes flutter shut.

there’s the deafening sound of your slick whenever he retracts his hand to trust into you. you practically beg for him even though he’s right here. your hips mov eon their own, matching his rhythm as your ass grinds against his bulge. he stifles a groan, trying his best to focus on you. his free hand reaches up to tweak your puffy nipples again and you yelp when he pulls one of them so meanly.

“yuan!” you cry out, hips moving with abandon. jing yuan’s face lights up at your noises and he finally decides to give you some more relief and had his thumb press against your clit. your lips make an o shape as you crumble in his hands.

“oh, yuan!! thank you- ah, that feels so good!” he feels your cunt clench around his fingers when he continuously curls his finger inside your cunt. he lets out a low laugh,

“i bet it does, hm?” he says in that disgustingly sexy tone and you lose it. you practically shatter around his fingers, your fun and slick leaking all over his fingers and palm. it drips down his wrist and jing yuan watches it travel with so much adoration.

“my good girl,” he purrs, retracting his fingers from your cunt. as you lay next to him on your side, he presses his hard on against your back. you reach your hand behind you and palm his bulge. he moans against your shoulder, grabbing your wrist.

jing yuan pulls down his pants, allowing his cock to fling free from its constraints. it presses against his abdomen, red and leaky. he lifts your leg up, allowing himself to line up with your cunt. he slips a hand under the side of your head, allowing you to rest comfortably.

his angry tip presses against the muscle of your hole and he pushes himself in. your eyes roll back when he bottoms out and lets go of your leg. your lips clash together in a messy kiss. your saliva drips from the corners of your mouth as he fucks himself into you.

it’s positively insane how quickly you find yourself about to cum again and jing yuan knows this. his free hand wraps itself around your hip and dips down onto your clit. you yelp into the kiss, but he wraps his hand around your neck, keeping your head in place. the pressure of his fingers makes everything even more dizzying.

the thought of your morning meeting is completely out of your mind as jing yuan’s cock thrusts into you wantonly. you sob and moan against his lips in ecstasy, craving for him to be even deeper.

“good girl, just like that, honey, you can take it, yeah? gonna warm me up, arent ya?” he slurs his words as the knot in his stomach grows. “maybe i’ll even put a baby in you, yeah? i’ll keep dumping it all into you until you give me a baby, yeah? how does that sound, my dear?” the thought of jing yuan pumping his cum deep inside you everyday makes you clench around him. he lets out that low laugh again and the circles around your clit become harsher.

“oh baby you love that idea, huh? don’t worry, i’ll do this all morning, okay?” you nod dumbly as jing yuan and you cum together. his cum seeps deep inside your womb and your back bows deeply, but he presses against the indent of his cock on your tummy making you spasm and trash against him.

jing yuan lets go of your neck and takes his hand off if your tummy and kisses your neck lovingly. “you ready for more, honey?” he mumbles into your hair. love-stricken, you nod your head as you look back at him with hazy eyes. “my pretty girl, i’ll give you as much as you want, okay?”

neuvillette // cw: oral (m!receiving) reverse comfort, he’s extremely touch deprived, he gets hard when u touch his thigh :>

——— spring showers brings fontaine it's flowers

after every trial, it’s said to rain heavily in fontaine. you visit neuvillette’s office after seeing the mess of the sky and therefore his heart and emotions. as you enter the threshold, neuvillette is sitting on his desk, rubbing the tears away from his eyes.

you walk over to him and cup his face. there’s this soft look in your eyes that has the iudex melting into your palm. he wraps his arm around your waist, pressing his face into your stomach as he sobs.

“darling, what’s gotten you so worked up? you’re not usually this upset,” there’s a prominent frown on your face as neuvillette cries into your stomach.

“this couple and child were separated due to many factors. my heart aches for the child. that little girl..” the iudex mumbles. “she went through so much,” it’s admirable to see how empathetic and compassionate neuvillette is for the victims in his trials. his soft spot of children, especially young girls is apparent. whenever he sees sigwinne or any of the muselines a soft smile is placed on his face.

you kneel near his face, cupping his wet cheeks into your hands. you leave soft kisses on his cheeks, drying away any stray tears. your hand drags up his thigh and neuvillette feels a spark inside him light up. his cock throbs in its confines when you touch him so intimately.

“neuvi?” you call out his name when his eyes seem to drift off into space. he blinks as he looks at you. you’re on your kness, skirt hiking up your plush thighs. your skin looks so soft, and your hands…they’re incredible soft as well.

he’s felt them rub up and down his cock countless times. you watch neuvillette’s eyes darken as his thoughts continue. you shift on your heels as you garner his attention again.

“darling?” you call out to him again. he finally looks you in the eyes, leaning down for a kiss. you warmly accept him, gathering his shoulders in your arms. he hums against your lips, taking your hands and pressing them over his crotch. your fingers deftly take off his belt, unzipping his pants.

you pull back to look at him with hazy eyes and smile. you take his cock out if his pants, rubbing his shaft up and down. you smile as you settle between his legs and kiss the head of his cock. he leans back in his chair, sighing deeply. you press kisses against his slit, your tongue peaking out from your lips.

this isn’t the first time you’ve gotten such a reaction form neuvillette. he typically reacts this way whenever you touch his legs or abdomen. it’s…flattering.

you hollow your cheeks as you take his cock into your mouth. your tongue swirls around his length as he presses your head down his cock. he lets out a deep groan as his fingers tangle into your hair. you look up at him with those doe eyes of yours and neuvillette throbs in your mouth.

he reaches down and slips his gloved fingers into your panties. as his finger slips into your cunt, you moan around his cock. he lets out breathy moans near your air which has your cunt throbbing around him.

the both of you desperately long for the other, needing to satisfy your lover. your hand and mouth work together. your hands cover the area of his cock your mouth can’t fit. yur sliva leaks out from the corners of your mouth.

neuvillette’s thumb rubs harsh circles over your clit and your eyes screw shut trying not to cum right then and there. “it’s alright darling, let yourself go for me,” with his permission, you clench around his fingers and cream on them. you make a swallow motion with your mouth with his cock in your mouth which causes him to moan loudly.

your hands jerk the base of his cock faster as you focus your lips on the tip. your tongue presses against the slit and neuvillette watches your saliva cling to your swollen lips. you hum against the leaky tip and neuvillette’s hips jerk. you giggle, jerking him off more and place your tongue under the head allowing him to watch as his cum spills into your mouth.

and the iudex does just that. when that overwhelming spring in his stomach bursts, he can’t take his eyes off the stream of cum that leaks into your warm mouth.

“my darling,” he sighs happily. your hands wrap around his cock as you lick up any excess cum as you look up at him.

“yes, dear?” you say with a cheeky smile. neuvillette looks down at you and picks you up and places you onto his desk. he mumbles into your neck, biting onto the skin.

“we’re not done yet, am i clear?”

“yes, your honor.” you say with a cheeky giggle before he pins you down. fontaine can single handily probably thank neuvillette for the wonderful showers this spring that brought many fields of produce to life.

© ilyhaitanii - please do not repost, translate, or plagarize any of my content, and do not repost it to any other platforms

[hunterofartemis7]

(The Bat siblings visiting Titans Tower)

Jason; so your girlfriend is a demon, like an actual demon from hell?

Damian; she’s not from Hell and she is only half demon

Steph: yeah because that’s any better

Jason: does she have a tail? Or horns?

Damian: no and no. And never ask me that question again

Tim: she does look human right?

Damian: Drake you’ve met Raven😑

Tim: oh yeah…

Jason: so does she like, act like a demon?

Damian: Todd—

Raven: *runs up to Damian* Dami Dami Dami Dami!

Damian: *smiles* Yes habibi?

Raven: I have a duck *holds up a stuffed duck*

Damian; *trying not to laugh* where did you get that?

Raven: I found it, he’s name is Fred *very happy*

Damian: *kisses the top of her head* that is very cute Beloved.

Raven: 😊 *runs off to show Kori the duck*

Jason:…..I retract my previous question

Damian: good. And if you ever say something to destroy that innocent side of her, I will break you worse then the Joker ever did

Steph: is it bad I wanna know where she got the duck?

(Fred)

[demigoddessqueens]

Assassin's reactions to you trying to learn their native language?

Sure thing!

altair

He’s standing in the doorway when he hears you practicing some words in Arabic. He does commend your efforts for learning but let the master show you how. He is a patient tutor, and he thinks it’s cute when you learn ‘habibi’

edward

I know he speaks English but he is from Wales

If you speak Welsh, it feels like “coming home” for him. A familiar feeling that he feels comfortable with, you two carrying on full conversations in Welsh sometimes.

shay

Kinda same thing for Shay

Speaking Irish Gaeilge/Gaelic is a “safe, familiar” feeling for him, and he’s more than eager to help teach you if you’re curious.

yusuf

Learning Turkish in your spare time is an endeavor but he’s so sweet about it, commending you for learning a new language and eagerly sets aside time for study lessons

ezio

He’s so flattered you’re learning Italian and he’s more into it than you are in trying to learn. But he’s also the super flirty one trying to teach you all the affectionate terms

connor

You’ve always been curious about him and figured a good way to know about him is to study his language. He heard you practicing one day when he comes to the Homestead, and swears his heart started to flutter. Sure he says he’s just trying to help, as if he’s not looking for a way to be closer to you.

aya and bayek

You a new recruit from a different region, and you knew said Founders were adamant about having skills. That being said, Aya commends you for learning the Egyptian dialect and Bayek is such a patient teacher.

arno

He’s going all in when you’re starting to learn French, thinking it sounds so cute when you’re trying to pronounce words and yes, teaches you the flirty ones first

kassandra

It’s nice to have such an accomplished tutor with Kassandra, and learning Greek just seems more fun when she teaches you. That and the other hundreds of dialects shes picked up over the centuries

eivor

Learning Nordic is not easy but whenever Eivor teaches you, it just sounds more melodic with how smooth their voice is you get lost in it

basim

I’d like to think he’d take a more direct approach in teaching you Arabic, dropping a few dialects he’s picked up in Baghdad or in the House of Knowledge.

Bonus

If you speak a different language around Jacob and Evie, I’d imagine they would be curious about learning a new dialect and would even drop a few new learned words around you

[mochinek0]

Daminette December 2023: 5-More of a Dog Person

"Sorry, Alya, but I'm more of a dog person." Adrien heard Marinette say.

'Marinette likes dogs? I thought she liked cats.'

"Wait." Alya spoke, "I thought you wanted a hamster. What happened to that dream?"

'She wanted a hamster? What changed her mind? Hamsters are amazing and so cute!'

"All animals are cute, but I recently found out I prefer dogs." Mari admitted.

"Why?" the reporter asked.

'Yeah. Why?'

"Dogs are good boys." Mari simply smiled.

Adrien was confused throughout the day. Marinette said dogs were good boys, but something must have happened to change her mind so drastically.

'Is it just that she likes to call dogs good boys? What id the dog was a girl. Wouldn't be called a good girl?'

Adrien was hoping to find out more, but he never heard Alya or Marinette brought up the topic of animals again. Not even at lunch. He had hoped that was his chance to learn more. Even Alya had seemed shocked by the change in their designer friend.

At the end of the day, the topic still hadn't been brought up.

'It wouldn't hurt to randomly ask; right?'

Before he could ask, Marinette rushed away and ran up to someone he had enver seen before and their dog. Mari began to rub the black dog's ears as she cooed and called him 'Good Boy' and 'Good Dog'. He could only assume she knew them as the owner never scolded his dog or Mari. The dog even licked her face.

Mari giggled, "You take after your master." as she looked up to the guy.

He watched as the guy's cheeks tinged pink.

'Does he like Mari?'

"Angel." he spoke.

'Angel? Is he calling Marinette an angel? He's not wrong but why?'

"Hmmm?" Marinette questioned, standing up.

"What is it you desire?" the guy asked.

"N-Nothing." Marinette stammered.

'Uh oh.'

The guy sighed, "I know you better than that."

'He does?'

Mari sighed, "Fine. I need a model for next week."

"Did you not ask Agreste?" he questioned.

'She was going to ask me to be her model? I would have said yes.'

"No." Marinette answered, "Adrien models enough as it is and I know he hates it. I tried asking other guys-"

'What other guys?'

"I'll do it." the guy stated, lifting her chin to meet his gaze, "I belong to you; do I not?"

'He belongs to Mari? What does he mean by that?'

Marinette simply nodded.

"Then you shouldn't ask other guys." he stated.

Mari smiled, "You're just like Titus."

"How so?" Damian questioned.

"You're territorial, Habibi." she answered.

'Habi-what?'

Damian leaned down and kissed his girlfriend.

'He-oh!'

"Very." he whispered.

Marinette smiled, happily.

Adrien watched as Marinette walked away with her assumed boyfriend and his dog. Marinette had her sketch book out and was showing him some designs as he led her to a car.

'I guess that solves why she's more of a dog person. I wonder what happened to cats. Is it because Chat Noir rejected her? She at least seemed happy.'

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[azaliyas]

Hi! I saw this cute tik tok where Alhaitham is autistic and his weighted blanket was being washed so he was very grumpy snd couldn’t fall asleep so like kaveh decided to lay on top of him to try and emulate the blanket.

If it’s ok can you do that but alhaitham x reader, romantic and established relationship? Sorry if it’s confusing 😭

summary : alhaitham is a man of simple requests and simple needs, but when they're not met, like his precious blanket not being on him for the night, it can become quite the problem. luckily for him you, his amazing lover, have a solution that he will gladly enjoy (but he will never admit it).

word count : [ to be added later ]

genre : fluff.

cw / tw : none.

characters : alhaitham.

note : omg me?? posting?? what a rare occasion 💀 yes i'm not dead and i'm still writing! i just forget to post '^' anyway anon i'm sorry for the delay 😭 you have the right to bonk me if you want, i deserve it anyway ;-; this idea was so cute tho, i need to see that tiktok even if i don't ship haikaveh lol // i have more pieces ready they just need proofreading (if i can find the will to, otherwise to hell with that :D). on a serious note 1) i didn't understand much about weighted blankets so if this piece is off eeeeehhhh i tried 2) internet said that habibti was the right word, but if habibi is the one let me know please! hope you can enjoy this, sorry my sporadic appearances 🫠❤️

a few years into your relationship with alhaitham you learned quite the number of curious facts about the scribe that many didn't know — not because alhaitham kept them a secret, but only because of his reserved personality that didn't make him open up to the first person that was in front of him.

the scribe liked his coffee burning hot with no sugar and just a little sip of milk, enjoying it sitting at the same spot of the kitchen table every morning. he also liked working out mostly in the evening and take a shower right after. alhaitham loved sleeping on your chest, the sound of your heartbeat a comforting lullaby.

speaking of sleeping habits, alhaitham could only sleep with his weighted blanket wrapped around his body. because of this, the scribe was very attentive in washing it during the day so it would be dry for the evening. that was one of the first things you taught yourself to do in order to help your boyfriend, a gesture that had the dendro user fall harder for you.

at least, that's what you succeeded to do until today. the rain didn't allow the blanket to dry during the whole day, and so by the evening it was still dump. impossible to let it be used, even when you had hung out the blanket before starting cooking dinner for tonight. by the time you and alhaitham had to turn in for the night, it was still wet. and cold. defeated, you had to put the weighted blanket aside.

you found alhaitham standing near the mattress in your shared bedroom, pyjama on and ready to crash the bed and fall asleep. that was, but his blanket was amiss.

your groan came out sounding more like a whine noticing this scene. you cursed the rain while scrambling your thoughts trying to find a solution.

«it's fine.» alhaitham said, turning on his feet to look at you. you knew he was lying.

«it's not! how are you supposed to fall asleep without your blanket?!» you whined again, a sound of exasperation leaving your throat right after.

«i can put more blankets on top of each other. it's not a problem.» your boyfriend rebutted, walking toward the wardrobe.

alhaitham pulled out some blankets and started laying them on the bed one after the other. deep down the scribe knew it wasn't the exact same thing, but a weighted blanket had its purpose in the deep-pressure touch that brought calmness and comfort. and that deep-pressure touch was given by the heavy weight. by logic, more blankets on top of each other had to be enough heavy.

but for once in his life, alhaitham was wrong. it was a weird feeling, but not as weird as tossing around back and forth, incapable of sleeping for more than five minutes before waking up again. his movements and his grumbling had you waking up.

you turned on your side and faced your boyfriend, just in time to meet his gaze. he furrowed his brows as soon as he noticed you staring at him.

«sorry for waking you up.» he murmured, annoyance clear in his voice. not at you, of course, but at his incapacity of falling asleep.

you looked at him, eyes focused, and alhaitham knew you were thinking hard about something, but what that something was he didn't know.

without a word you dragged yourself on top of alhaitham, who laid on his back as you took place on his chest, your blanket wrapping around both your bodies. your head rested in the crook of his neck, your hands gently pressed on his chest, right above where his heart was.

«habibti... what are you doing?» alhaitham looked at you like you just grew a second head on your shoulders.

«well, the comfort of a weighted blanket is in its weight, right?» you asked, raising your head to look at him. alhaitham slowly nodded. «hence my position: i will act as your blanket for the night.»

to say the scribe was flabbergasted was an euphemism. he didn't mind your wonderful mind and colorful ideas, after all it was one of the reasons why he fell in love with you, but sometimes he couldn't help but wonder if you the hamster running on your wheel wasn't actually high on something.

«it doesn't make sense.» he rebutted.

«this is where you're wrong, haitham. it does. weighted blankets have their purpose in their weight, that brings comfort thanks to the fact they mimic a hug, helping you release serotonin and dopamine, hormones that soothe you and help you sleep.»

you concluded your explanation with a satisfied smile, chin resting on your knuckles while you looked at your speechless boyfriend. it was a very rare occurrence to leave the scribe without anything to say, and almost all of the times it was because of you.

sighing and subtly rolling his eyes, alhaitham decided at last to try your idea and sleep like that — although, your chest was a much better pillow than the feather ones his head was currently laying on.

...

oh what a delight was to see your boyfriend's stunned face the next morning, the heaviness of sleep still clinging to his god-touched features as he was blinking away from the sun rays pouring from the window.

«don't.» he grumbled.

your smile turned into a knowing smirk.

«told ya!» you happily chimed.

© azaliyas 2023 do not copy repost translate or feed to ai

[aomine-ryo]

Me again Habibi 💖

How do you think GOM + Kagami, Takao, IMAYOSHI, Himuro would be as yandere headcanon? Red flags? U cannot see them when your eyes are closed 🙈

Love u and ur work, have the best day ✨

I already knew this about myself, but writing this has made me realise that there’s nothing more attractive than red flags 😍

sorry this took me longer than expected to write, but it was super fun!! love you and hope you enjoy!! xx

Headcanons: GOM + Kagami + Takao + Imayoshi + Himuro as yanderes (slight nsfw)

cw: manipulation, obsessiveness, stalker themes

Kuroko

• he’s obsessed with you

• you occupy every single one of his thoughts

• you thought he was cute and harmless? think again.

• slowly but surely, there seems to be fewer undergarments in your drawer

• you just assume that you lost them in the laundry, but kuroko always pockets something whenever he visits

• you’d think that the two of you were taking it slow, but in his head you’re the mother of his children

• you’re his soulmate, his everything— and he believes you think the same of him

Kise

• you think your boyfriend broke up with you because he found someone else? well, you’re wrong

• kise sweet-talked another girl to go after your ex

• and who was there to comfort you when the breakup happened? sweet and caring kise, of course

• he was there for you at your worst, he lifted you up when you were sad— you needed him in your life

• with your newfound trust issues stemming from your ex, you were conditioned to believe that kise was the only person you could trust

• and kise uses that to make sure you never leave

Midorima

• midorima is discreet with his actions

• you’d think that he’s very overlooking, but he takes note of every single thing you do

• it’s okay if you forget to update him about where you’re going that day, the tracker on your phone keeps him informed

• you don’t know it, but he always has eyes on you

• he’s not a fan of your friends, in his mind they’re just another distraction that keeps you from him

• but somehow your meetings with them always get cut short, and slowly you grow more distant with them

• now most of your time is devoted to midorima, just as he intended

Aomine

• aomine wants you to worship him

• he wants to be your only focus, have you devoting all your time and energy into him

• don’t ever dare to even look at another man because aomine will remind you that you’re his through punishments in the bedroom

• you find yourself on your knees for him often, respecting his every command out of fear of what he’d do otherwise

• he had your ‘best interests’ in mind, love-bombing you with flowers, compliments, kisses every other day

• but it was only to manipulate you into believing he’s the love of your life, the only one you need

• he had you wrapped around his finger, your whole life now revolves around him

Murasakibara

• murasakibara doesn’t leave you alone

• you’re led to believe that he just wants to make sure you’re safe, but it’s more intricate than that

• he’s emotionally dependent on you, he needs to be sure that you’re his and only his

• he’s impulsive too, his mood shifts very quickly

• he’ll act all clingy and cute, but one trigger could lead him to do impulsive things

• don’t you think it’s a bit weird that the classmate who playfully touched your arm tripped and fell down the stairs the next day?

• but it was all for your protection (at least that’s what he convinced himself)

Akashi

• he knows where he stands

• everyone who knew him would bow to him, and you’re no different

• he needs to ensure that your world revolves around him

• all your friends and family grew distant once akashi was in your life because he convinced you that he was all you needed

• you learned that it was best to not talk to any other man, because the last time you did that, you were tied up in his room for a whole day with no escape

• there was something about the sight of coming home to you ready to fulfil his needs that had akashi delighted

• and you knew better than to question the sudden disappearance of the man you talked to

• but akashi was good with his words, he had you convinced that everything he did was in your best interest

• he brainwashed you into believing this is what love is

• you didn’t need to make any decisions for yourself anymore— akashi will take care of everything for you

Kagami

• your life has been free from any troubles since you caught kagami’s eye

• you thought that it was just coincidence, but kagami had been doing everything in his power to prevent any harm from happening to you

• the girls who used to bully you mysteriously disappeared without a trace

• you almost tripped but kagami luckily ‘appeared’ just in time to catch you

• the guy in your class who always used to flirt with you despite your rejections was suddenly scared to even look at you

• you were the centre of kagami’s attention every single moment

• once kagami was a part of your life, he’d constantly remind you of how much he loved you, your phone was never silent

• he becomes irrationally angry when you’re too busy for him and he doesn’t think twice about eliminating whatever is keeping you from him

Takao

• you’d never think that takao was the yandere type

• he’s funny, charismatic and easygoing, right?

• that’s what he wants you to believe

• but takao is obsessed with you, he worships the ground you walk on

• he can’t stand being away from you for too long, so he follows you around, sometimes without your knowledge, watching you from afar as you laugh along with your friends who didn’t deserve to be in your presence

• he had sadistic tendencies in the bedroom, especially on days where you didn’t spend much time with him

• you believed that’s just what he was like, and you found the switch from his ‘normal’ personality to this attractive as well

• but he liked having you under his control, this was the true him

• he liked knowing that he could indulge himself in the person he was obsessed with

Imayoshi

• he’s calculating; every single move he makes is well thought out

• he studies you from afar at first, following you around, taking note of your likes, dislikes, strengths and weaknesses

• he then uses this information to make his move, presenting himself as your perfect match

• and your naive little self falls right into the trap, quickly believing he is the one for you

• but having you wasn’t enough, he needed to be the only person in your life

• he knew exactly how much affection to give you, then distancing himself so that he had you begging for more

• he’ll have you questioning your confidence, criticising your insecurities before praising you abundantly, manipulating you into thinking his opinion is the most important

• so when he criticises your friends, you were quick to distance yourself from them, making imayoshi the subject of all your attention

• before you knew it, he had you at his beck and call

Himuro

• on first glance, he was the perfect man— sweet, kind, caring

• but he had a much darker side to him that would do anything to have you

• he wants to own you

• he’ll strategically make sure that you’re dependent on him— emotionally, financially, sexually

• he convinced you that he’s the only one that truly knows and understands you, after all, he’s studied every inch of your body and had you emotionally dumping all your trauma onto him one drunken night

• he was the only one that truly loved you, the only one that could satisfy you

• and of course, the gorgeous necklace he gifted you on your birthday had a tracker in it, so he knew your every move

[onskepa]

Hello! It's my first request and you are also the first writer I will request. Can you do a neteyam and a human girl but she is an arab girl? They are together XD

He calls her yawne, sevin and any other nicknames but she just calls his habibi

It'd be so cute when she'd be calling him habibi and he's so confused because he knows this is not english. But he asks his father and finds out this is another language from earth.

Maybe she can speak a bit of arabic to him?

Helloooooooo sweetie!! This one took me a bit longer than I thought. I went through the Arabic dictionary to understand the basics and make sure what I am putting is right. But hopefully this turned out lovely!!! Enjoy!!

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حبيبي

When dating someone, the first stage is always the awkward stage. Being shy and nervous around your lover, especially if you are a teenager. Cuddling while being tense, not knowing what to say, eye contact. The whole thing. But the awkward stage isn't forever, as the couple gets more comfortable with each other. Pet names is the next stage. It confirms how one sees the other, a sign and wording of love and deep care. And there are normal pet names like: pooki, honey bun, babe, sweetie, etc. And there are unique pet names that are unique to their own. A little bond just for them. Those hold more special meaning that average pet names. 

And that seals the relationship and opens a clear path to a stronger, loving bond.

Neteyam ran as fast as he could to the human base. Excitement filled his veins, it was complete! A new hijab made from the finest of fibers his forest could ever offer. And the finest hijab is to belong to his loving new lady. 

Things were starting to settle in their new romantic relationship. Was tense and a bit awkward in their starting days but now they are closer than ever. Understand the traditions and cultural heritage his lover has, who is Arabic, he did his best to understand it all. 

When getting to know each other, his Yawntu talked about what her country was like back on Earth. Told him stories, myths and legends. And most of all, the language. To neteyam, writing in Arabic was difficult, and speaking it was just as challenging. But he welcomes new things. He can understand English well enough, so that has become their common language to speak. Of course his Yawntu puts effort in learning na’vi so that she may converse more with the village. 

Opening the door to her room, neteyam enters and smiles at his beloved. There she was, reading a book. Looking up, the human girl smiled at him with hearts in her eyes. They meet in the middle as they embrace each other in full warmth. 

“I missed you ma’sevin” Neteyam says in a cooing manner. His sevin hugs back, replying “I missed you too wasim”. Neteyam’s ear twitched, he didnt understand that word but from the way she said it, must be a loving pet name. 

“Wasim, what does that mean sevin?” Neteyam asks kindly, happy to reply she answers. “Wasim means handsome”. Now this made his tail curl in a playful manner. “Handsome? You see me as a handsome young man, sevin?” he teases while leaning in closer to her face. His dear love couldn't help but blush at his little act and gorgeous smirk. 

“W-well, you call me pretty, i-it's only fair I call you handsome” she stutters out. 

“Dad, why do humans speak more than one language?” Neteyam asks one day as he helps his dad weave something together. Jake pauses momentarily, giving a moment to think before answering. 

“Well son, back on Earth, humans aren't able to connect in a way that na’vi do. Even back then, there was not much to communicate with each other. People living in different areas on Earth developed their own cultures and communities. Even developing new languages”. 

A small moment of silence between them before neteyam asks again, “And how do they develop language? How are they able to make it sound so different from each language?”. Jake scratches his chin a bit and mutters “should have paid attention to history class…” 

Neteyam tilts his head in confusion. Jake waves his hand in a dismissive way. “Forget that” 

Pausing at their craft, they get more comfortable in sitting. 

“Why the sudden interest?” Jake asks, trying to understand neteyams' curiosity for something about humans. 

“Ummm…well there is a human I began to talk to, she stands out a lot from the others you know. She wears a cloth around her hair and wears more clothing and speaks an odd language” neteyam answers. 

“I see. And this girl, are you friends with her?” Jake asks, observing his son as he moves and behaves. 

Scratching a bit on the back of his head, neteyam replies “You could say that. We have been getting to know each other. But she is so cool! Her accent is different but amazing, she showed me a bit of how to write in her native language. It is hard. Oh, and…” 

Jake observes how animated and happy neteyam is as he explains the details of his new friend. Chuckling a bit to himself, jake knows his son won't be silent if given the chance to mention the human girl. It is nice, to see neteyam be happy and express himself more. 

“Your friend seems very nice, but you forgot one important thing, what is her name?” he asks. 

“Oh, her name is…”

“Here, I hope it's perfect for you, I can still make adjustments” Neteyam says as he offers his newly made hijab. The girl grabs it gently and looks at it in awe. “Oh habibi, this looks and feels wonderful, here let me put it on”. Taking that as his cue, the boy turns to give his little lover some privacy to change her hijab. A minute later he turns around. 

“How does it feel?” he asks a bit nervously. Getting a good feel of it, the girl smiles so happily, “wonder, perfect, the colors are truly beautiful. And the material is so soft yet firm. The feel of the forest. The smell….I know that smell very well” she teases, giving him a flirt smirk. 

Neteyam couldn't help but blush at her words. 

   “أنت تعرف دائمًا ما يجب أن تقدمه لي، ومع ذلك أشعر كما لو أنني لم أعطك ما يكفي مني." 

The way the girl spoke was lovely, the curl of the sounds and how it rolls of her tongue was so intriguing. Yes he may not understand everything, but it only pulls him in more to hear the girl's language. 

“Im sorry, I cant understand what you said. '' Neteyam apologies. The girl giggles a bit, holding his hands. Looking up at him, dark eyes meeting his bright ones, “I can teach you if you like. We can speak it together, and I like to hear my language coming from you”. 

His tail thumps against the floor, feeling happy and excited. Smiling widly, he agrees. So, the girl brings out a clean notebook and a pen. “Alright, lets try something simple” she suggests. Nodding, he sees her write a simple sentence. 

أحبك

“Alright, this one is easy, repeat after me, 'uhibuk “ His love instructions. Listening to her words closely, he repeats. 

“'Uhibuk”

Aaaaaaaaand that is it for this one! I hope I got the arabic words right. Had to google it. Until next time! see ya!

wasim = handsome

habibi = my love

  " “أنت تعرف دائمًا ما يجب أن تقدمه لي، ومع ذلك أشعر كما لو أنني لم أعطك ما يكفي مني."  = You always know what to give me, yet I feel as though I have not given you enough from me.

'uhibuk = I love you

[leoleolovesdc]

The differences between the civilian and vigilante identities:

Batman: An emo but kind girl's dad with twenty children and a lot of baggage

Brucie: Local bitch boy, prince of Gotham with way more children than he can take care of



Oracle: Done with her life. Doesn't know your name and won't care enough to find out. Is convinced that all her co-workers are lesser beings of low intelligence

Babs: Cop's kid, always taking care of others, tries her best to be a good influence on Gotham's youth



Nightwing: Sunshine boy, helps old ladies cross the street, cares more about other people than himself

Dickie: Road rage, protect sibling, kick ass, kiss wife

Red Hood: Tough boy with daddy issues, if you're not a child he won't take it easy. Be prepared, he has killed before, is killing now and will kill again.

Jaybird: Daddy's special fucking boy, literature kid, can and will make you feel dumb during any normal conversation

Batgirl/Black Bat: Scary af, "Nobody dies tonight", must be protected from all the evil in the world >:(

Cass: Hugger, looks like the nice one, is not the nice one, hits everyone that gets near her, is all the evil in the world

Spoiler: Sarcastic, a little shit, daddy issues at it's finest, "no kill rule who?", anger issues, zero respect for anyone or anything

Steph: This one doesn't actually change much

Red Robin: Lamest hero ever, definition of loser, bullied on twitter by thirteen year olds, got beat up by a man in yellow tights

Timmers: Cool kid, sunglasses, rich af, has a bunch of fangirls

Signal: The personality and the winning smile, cops hates him, tries to look cool but always laughs and breaks character, disappears like Batman so he won't have to listen about property damage

Duke: Moody teen, acts so dumb that it looks like he's trying to die, always messing with people but he's so cool that no one actually gets mad, only one with power to annoy everyone in the family at the same time

Carrie: "But, dad!!!", theatre kid, that one friend your parents actually like, has cool fun facts of any subject you ask them about

Catkid: Currently counting how many grenades they'll need to blow up the White House and take control of the USA government

Habibi: The most polite someone could possibly be while describing how he would commit atrocities, he is literally three apples tall, cute af, gives the best gifts

Robin: "Language my ass, you dumb fucking bitch!"

[morgansunflower]

We're Safe With You

Damian Wayne X Pregnant! Wife! Reader

Warnings:suggestive content, graphic childbirth, angst, checking dilatation, suggestive content and explicit language..

Words:1454

Damian and Y/N must go into hiding while she is pregnant with their daughter.

Damian stepped into the safe house after ensuring no threats followed them. He steps into the bedroom. He sees her standing there in her ankle length f/c night dress.

Since they had left.. Her hair had grown long down past her shoulders. She had a sweet smile on her beautiful face and her soft hands placed on her bump.

He could tell by the way their precious baby had grown she was likely due to give birth soon..... She was a lot closer than what he thought.

".. Is there something I can do for you?" he kindly asked.

His heart ripped in two seeing her tears welp up. He knew she was scared and that she missed their family just as he did.

He slowly stepped to his lover "I'm so sorry habibi"

"this wasn't your fault Damian. You have kept our baby and I safe all this time. We're going to be OK"

She wraps her arms over his shoulders and hugged him. Damian bends his back to kiss her neck and then her lips. As one thing led after another... He laid on his side, and Y/N laid on her back. He kisses her forehead. He holds her hand gazing into her eyes.

"that was.. So perfect" she said with a kind smile

Damian softly laughed kissing her as his instinctively cupped her face.

".. I need to..." she sighed annoyed "I uh I need to go to the bathroom.."

"ok, let me help you" he insisted

He helps her out of the bed to stand onto her feet.

He watched his love leave into the bathroom. He wanted her with him, for every morning until he died. To wake beside her. To hold her.

Damian takes a deep breath letting his worriedly anxiety be heard. He slips on his underwear and then green pants.

He takes his shirt only to hear a whimper of pain leave from the bathroom. He drops his shirt and opens the door seeing her.

She was gripping the counter in pain. He steps to her to take her hands into his own. She began moaning as the contraction came to her.

"breath my love. Hold onto me and breathe" he encourages

She follows through her breathing exercises.

"there was b-blood.. D-Dami it-it's happening.. I.. I" her voice became fearful.

"shhh it's OK, don't be frightened. I know I know. I promise I won't let anything happen to you--" he cups her bump "or our baby"

His words always felt like she was hearing into his heart. Damian guides her to the bed to help her sit down.

He kisses her forehead. Y/N never felt such a pain like this. Damian looked at her clothes knowing she was certainly not going to be able to where them or any as of yet.

Knowing that their baby was beginning to come into the world. He kisses her bump feeling... Anxious. Though he had to be strong and he had to help her.

Damian took a hair tie and bobby pins from her purse. He sits in front of her. She leans against his chest as he began to braid her hair... Backwards. He tied the end of her neatly braided hair and then twisted it into a cute bun.

"thank you" she mumbled

"you're welcome" he smiled kissing her neck "you know I love your hair long. It's very beautiful" he compliments

She squeezed his hand in a attempt to say thank you. In one smooth motion Damian moved to his feet. He helps her lay down on her side.

"I'll be back, I want you to try to relax as much as you can, OK?"

She only nods to her love. Damian departs for the bathroom. He turns the water on to the perfect temperature.

Beforehand he had educated himself on childbirth so he could somehow understand or sympathize what his lover was going to go through. Now it served a greater purpose. Damian was going to see his daughter. His baby girl.

"DAMIAN!!!!"

He runs fastly to her. She is now in a, crouched position while standing and, cradling her bump. A terrible pain came to her uterus again. He moved her arms to drape over his shoulders. She yelped.

Just then a gush of liquid mixed with blood left in between her legs. He didn't have to ask to know what that meant.

"can you walk?" he simply asked

She let a disgruntled no. He lifts her into his arms. She laid her head on his shoulder. He carried her into the calming bathroom.

He laid her in the tub. She laid her head back on the rolled towel against the rim of the tub, he had placed there. She grips his arms tightly wincing heavily.

He remained perfectly still, the pain she was in made him feel defenseless. Her face tensed in not pain but in turmoil.

"that is not pain, physically at least" he tenderly said

"I.. I am so scared...."

"shhh shh I know I'm not a Dr and I wish I could do more. You're so strong and you are going to get through this I promise.."

She winces her contraction preventing her from speaking. Damian let her tightly hold his hands. She began shivering in pain.

"I'm going to check your dilatation"

She nods to him unable to form words through her pain. He moves to the end of the tub, where her legs were spread. He rubbed her legs and kissed her knee. Damian checks her dilation.

"you're at 7 centimeters.." he said

"hmmm how did you know to check?" she weakly asked

"research.." he answered wiping his hand on a cloth.

"that's reassuring..." she softly chuckled "I think this is how we conceived D/N"

"Beloved shut up!" he yelled laughing remembering too much of that beautiful moment.

"sorry" she chuckled.

"I like D/N" he smiled.

"good" she smiled her eyes tired

He tried to pamper her in the best way he could. He messaged her sore spots and her back.... Her contractions were becoming more close together.

"you're at ten centimeters" he told her.

"ooooh!!" she moaned "AHHHH!!" she then screamed as tears now went down her face.

"breathe Y/N" he encouraged she did as he said "now give me a good push habibi!"

"ARGHH!!!" she yelled pushing

.....

"her head is out breathe for a moment and then one last push. You're doing great!"

She took heavy breaths and then pushes again. She screamed heavily out and then gasped as her child was now out. She began to pant with sobbing tears. Damian catches the babe lifting her out of the water.

D/N began crying her first tears in the world. Y/N began to stutter as she covered her sweat and tear, covered face.

Damian laughs overwhelmed with so much joy it made his throat shake. He laid his daughter on his mother's chest. Damian began to cry his own tears, rubbing the newborns little head. He kisses her, moving to her side.

He helped Y/N hold her "you did so beautifully. I could not be more proud of your strength Beloved"

"I'm glad you were here. You are so important to me, to our family. I love you" she cried holding his face. "please don't ever doubt that"

Damian kisses her neck "I am forever yours"

He cleaned his daughter and wraps her in a blanket. He lays the baby on the bed. He cleans the afterbirth and helps Y/N clean herself.

He helped her dress into some comfortable clothing. She moved to sit on the bed as D/N began crying.

Damian helps her move her shirt so Y/N could feed their daughter.

Damian tried to burp his baby girl, as he walked around with her. He knew he had to protect them and that they were in danger constantly. He pinches the bridge of his nose stuttering under his breath.

"Damian?.." Y/N asked hearing his breath hitch in emotion

"I have to.. It is destroying me to think something could happen to you, to our daughter"

Damian sighed heavily kissing her head. He loved his daughter so much it made his heart feel so much joy she's finally here and a gut wrenching pain that he could lose her.

He gives the baby to her mother. He kisses Y/N deeply and then laid his head on her shoulder. She began to cry as did her husband. Damian tried to calm himself down holding both his girls in his arms.. Though instead it made him feel so much more. He had to hold onto the fact that they're ok.. Even with the danger they're okay.

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[kneelingshadowsalome]

So~ Arab!Reader has been living in my head and heart for a while now so I wanna share some Reader-isms that are closer to my own cultural experience (ignore this if it's annoying btw no hard feelings whatsoever)

-Her love language is arguing, has not met a hill she wouldn't die on. will sometimes get on the table or ask him to crouch down so they can look eye to eye as she fights tooth and nail over something she stopped caring about like 10 minutes ago but she's having too much fun. calls him "your majesty" or Sultan/Sheikh sarcastically in every argument.

-He told her to just buy candles instead of burning incense that produces so much smoke since "they do the same job anyway", she reacted like he just insulted her ancestors.

-Not a drinker but has a minor coffee/tea addiction, knows every cafe nearby by heart and has a whole set up at home, loves making him try new drinks she found online or from her childhood.

-Will take a million pictures of everything and especially him, doesn't matter what's happening, it must be recorded "for our grandbabies, habibi🥺"

-Desert camping trips!! König can start the fire while she's in charge of preparing tea and coffee. she's mostly excited about finding a dune buggy to rent for a day that's actually comfortable for his size, they ride until sunset when both of them are a sand covered giggling mess. finally they get to cuddle and star gaze, keeping each other safe from the cold desert nights.

-if they ever get married this is an inevitable conversation:

"Liebe, you said we are having a small wedding"

"Mhm"

"the guest list is 600 people minimum..?"

"...yes?"

poor guy, his saving grace is that men have a very small role in weddings here, just sit, take pictures, cut cake, then leave with your bride. no need to write vows, dance, or even kiss in front of people.

-NO PDA!! hand holding is the most they do in public and even that's scandalous sometimes. he tried to kiss her hand in a shop once and she pulled it back so fast he was pouty for like two days after the fact. He learns to appreciate this though because he can clearly tell when she's feeling possessive in public when she clings to his side, loves to tease her about it; "a hand on my lower back, schatz? how indecent of you"

-Cat-calls him as he's going out of the shower but only in Arabic, so he doesn't know how to respond to the wolf-whistles and enthusiastic yelling, the only reason he's sure it's positive is that he gets his face squished soon after, he can at least make out the stretched out word 'Habiiiibiiiiiiii~" Cue flustered mess König

-calls him her Antara, one of the most famous and celebrated warriors in Arabian history, who was also a great romantic and wrote so many poems about his beloved Abla. (Antara Ibn Shaddad, if anyone is curious)

Oh god I'm going feral I’m not even kidding ❤️‍🔥💀

The arguing thing would get soooo interesting because I think that König has an anxious/disorganized attachment style so he’d try to avoid any kind of arguments and disagreements with his woman. If König can’t tame his darling, he’ll just let her have her way so that he doesn't have to suffer from the sudden tightness in his chest.

But... If she’s doing shit like climbing on the table to stare him down, König wouldn't be able to keep a straight face. He'd soon relax into the situation and then start to tease her about her temper. Corrects his posture so that he's still taller than her, and gives her a warm, knowing smile :) His Liebling is so cute when she's angry.

And lol König would be suspicious about the incense, he’s not used to that kind of stuff at all, but he’ll be damned before he says anything. Discreetly tries to open the window sometimes but closes it immediately if darling walks into the room (no use, she already saw him and he's going to get an earful).

But omg no pda??? Very hard for König but he will respect your wishes in this. You can see it in his eyes that he’s being a bit of a sad sulking puppy about it, of course it all dissipates if you put that hand on his lower back... This will be like foreplay to him, you're a forbidden fruit until you two are behind closed doors, and if you “break the rules” while he’s playing nice then whoo. Prepare to get your guts rearranged when you get home!

Still, if König can’t kiss his bride at the wedding he’ll start a war. 600 guests is negotiable, as long as he can kiss her in front of everyone and declare her as his own.

[vinnie-w]

【 Alhaitham x Single Mom! Reader 】

➥ AU: Modern AU

➥ SYNOPSIS: Alhaitham and Baby Farah in the pool!

➥ WC: 1085

➥ A MOTHER'S LOVE ( MASTERLIST )

"No need. You've been working by yourself for days now, the least I could do is let you relax for a bit." He states, feeling his lips quirk up slightly as he lays a hand on Farah's back preventing her from falling.

You smile at the domestic scene in front of you, Alhaitham looking down at Farah as she relaxes in his arms and stares off into space. "Fine." You sigh, "Are you really sure though?"

"Of course. I don't mind staying inside, I much prefer it actually." Alhaitham states.

"Ah.." You mumble, nervous. Glancing at the side while rubbing your arm. "That's, uh. Gonna be a problem then."

"Hm, how so?"

"Well..."

Alhaitham sat grumpily in the kiddie pool with Farah on his lap, happily splashing at the water around them. He leans back dodging the harder splashes.

"You doing okay there?" He heard someone ask before turning to his side to see you, a white shirt over your swimsuit. You laugh slightly at his ears turning pink before sighed.

"I'll be fine." Said Alhaitham before getting splashed in the face by a giggling Farah, he tries to rub the water out of his eyes before realising his hands were wet as well.

You laugh, cupping his face with one hand and the other using your shirt to wipe him.

"Thank you.." He mumbled, leaning into your hand. You peck his forehead and mutter, "No problem, habibi."

"Can you two never NOT be gross?" You two turn to see Kaveh groaning from behind you, laying on his pool float. You smile mischievously, giving Alhaitham and Farah a kiss before jumping into the pool right on top of Kaveh.

Alhaitham laughs slightly as the pool float pops up from the water along with you laughing at Kaveh in a coughing fit. Turning back to the baby on his lap, Farah was now slowly swaying her hands around in the water, watching as if she was mesmerized.

"What are you thinking about?" Alhaitham mumbled, placing his own hands underneath Farah's incredibly small ones. Farah stops as she saw his hands then slowly, placing her hands on top of his. Her fingers grasping at Alhaitham's hands before making him clap, struggling slightly with the water in the way and makes him splash at the water instead. Alhaitham laughs slightly as he ruffled her hair.

The two peacefully sat in the pool with you occasionally coming over to give the two a plate of the barbeque Cyno just finished cooking or the bag of chips Alhaitham had been eyeing the night before.

Alhaitham took a sip of his beer when the water fountain a few feet away from them had open, along with the bigger fountains near the deeper pool. Farah immediately perked up at the fountain, squirming in Alhaitham's lap.

"Hm? What's up?" He asked, picking her up. He laid Farah on his chest but she immediately tries to push away as she tried to get to the fountain. "The fountain? Sure.."

Alhaitham carries Farah to the fountain, sitting right beside it. Farah then reaches for the water, trying to hold it in her hands. Alhaitham laughs at her then carrying her closer to the water.

What Alhaitham thought would be another cute Farah moment where she watches in amazement at the water was instead just Farah immediately going to lick the water.

In shock, Alhaitham immediately pulls her back making Farah laugh. "Okay. No more fountain for you." He said, moving away from their spot only for Farah to start crying.

Alhaitham panics internally as Farah squirms in his arms to get back to the fountain. "Hey, shh. You can't drink the water." He scolded but Farah continued to cry.

"Hey what's going on?" You immediately get in the pool and take Farah from his arms but the toddler continues to squirm and whine.

"She tried to drink the water."

"Ah."

You laugh slightly, Farah had started to calm and lean on your shoulder but her whining hadn't stopped. The two of you decide to sit back in their original spot, Farah being a bit more grumpy and pushing away the food you try to feed her opting to hide herself into your chest instead.

Alhaitham an you sigh at her pouting and continue to finish off the chips and barbeque you'd brought over.

"Believe me, Haitham." You start, taking a chip with an exasperated look. "Doctor Baizhu tested Director Hu's patience once and it ended with her covering the entire doors of Bubu Pharmacy with ads for the parlor!"

Alhaitham chuckled at your tipsy ranting about an old friend from Liyue, leaning on his arm as he listened attentively. He notices how Farah hadn't moved a single bit since your ranting had started when usually she'd be doing something.

Alhaitham taps your arm, you stop your rants and mumble "What?" when Alhaitham pointed to the unmoving Farah on your lap.

In a panic, you immediately pulled her back to see Farah peacefully sleeping. Alhaitham and you laugh slightly, brushing stray hairs away from her face.

"Maybe it was a bad idea to take her swimming when she just woke up." You laughed. Alhaitham hums and takes Farah from your lap.

"I'll wash her up, I'm sure Collei wouldn't mind watching over her for a bit." He said, you quirked a brow in amusement.

"Oh? You're not watching her? I thought you'd rather be inside than in the pool." You tease, laying your head and arms on the side of the pool as Alhaitham carefully got out.

"And here I thought you'd be happy to have me, maybe I should also wash up."

"Kidding! Kidding!" You laugh and Alhaitham huffed in amusement. "Say, how are you gonna wash her without waking her up?"

Alhaitham stood for a second, glancing at the comfortabley sleeping Farah in his arms before stating, "I'll figure something out." and heading to the bathrooms.

He did not, in fact, figure something out. He accidentally woke her up and made Farah cry. You had to come in to help.

A/N: heyyyy (in regret) How bad would it be if I said I completely forgot about this 😭 Tbf, I just finished exams yesterday. I'm so sorry I completely forgot about this fic for weeks 😭😭

This fic was inspired by the time I watched over my baby sister during a pool party and girlie dove into the water to drink😭

TAGLIST: @crowbird

[rotonalhaitham]

Alhaitham — Bored...

Here's a small scenario i thought about alhaitham tehee

Warnings: Not proof read bcs i have another hc that i don't want to forget so I'm finishing this immediately, short bcs I'm not in the mood (too lazy) to write ✨details✨

It was a normal day with your boyfriend. Usually you'd hang around on his apartment so you can also hang out with Kaveh, but this time he decided he's coming over just because. He's jealous you get to hang out with Kaveh and you seemed so happy about it.

You didn't mind. Not until you don't know what to entertain you. Eventually boredom found you and you can't get out of it. It's not like you're bored because Alhaitham is no fun, well he is compared to Kaveh.. it's cause you don't enjoy alot of his activities, or rather not find them exciting and entertaining. Sure reading a book is fun, but specifically about Physics, not so fun.

But you still find ways anyway.

You huffed while looking through your cabinet and found skin care products and thought of something quite not so evil. And so you grabbed the products and hurriedly came back to the couch Alhaitham was sitting.

"Habibi... Can you give me a favor? Pleaseeee?" you pled.

He sighed. But it's just to hide the fact that he's excited.

"Fine, what is it?"

"Can I use these on your face?"

You sheepishly smiled, showing him the products you have in your hands.

"... Are you saying that my face isn't smooth?" he huffed and pouted, trying to look cute.

"No!"

"Okayyy sure put whatever skin care products you have." He said focusing on his book once again, trying to hide his smile.

You smiled in reply and gladly clipped his bangs up and opened the black facemask to start.

(NOW IMAGINE ALHAITHAM READING A BOOK WITH A BLACK FACEMASK ON HIS FACE LOOKING LIKE HE'S FORCED AND IN A GUNPOINT SO HE JUST HAVE TO ACCEPT IT. Tbh i might try to draw it but i can't it's been months since I've last draw a decent art,,, help)

[mochinek0]

3 Steps Back (meme)

Marinette stood awkwardly as she was confessed to, yet again. Before she could say anything, she saw someone rushing towards them in the distance.

"Um, can you take three giant steps backwards?" Marinette asked.

Confused, the person stepped back. In the blink of an eye, they found a dagger tip at their throat.

'What the fuck?'

They looked up to see Marinette with her arms around some guy's waist.

"Who is this guy?" he questioned, out loud.

"This is my very overprotective boyfriend." Marinette smiled.

The guy paled and took another step backwards.

"Got it." he announced and rushed away.

Marinette sighed as she let go of Damian.

"Habibiti, I could have handled him." he declared.

Marinette leaned up and kissed him.

"I don't want to call your dad and tell him your in jail for maiming." she replied.

Damian rolled his eyes, putting the blade away, "He can afford to bail me out."

"Like all the other times?" she questioned with a smile, "You're cute when you're jealous."

"People should stop asking you out." Damian huffed.

"I have an idea." Marinette announced, "You have to wait until tomorrow. I don't think you have anything to worry about after that."

Marinette walked into school with a shirt that read: Property of Damian Wayne. Damian blushed at the familiar writing style. He had seen it on cheerleaders at forced functions. She had chosen a dark blue shirt and yellow colors. It was reminiscent of when he went to Gotham Academy.

"Is this helpful, Dami?" Marinette asked.

The people around them stopped what they were doing to stare at the pair. Damian said nothing, but grabbed her hand and pulled her further into the school. Marinette smiled at his approval. Damian tried not to flush red at the warning sign on his girlfriend. It was a giant keep away sign.

'Why hadn't I thought about this sooner?'

Lila couldn't believe what she was seeing. Marinette was wearing a shirt that flaunted Damian Wayne as hers. There was no way that was going to happen; not while she was around.

"Damian, " Lila voiced in fake concern, "did you lose a bet?"

Damian merely glared at her. Marinette smiled from her place on his arm.

"It's okay, Habibi." Mari spoke, "It must be strange for her to see people like this; so happy."

Damian smirked and looked down at her. Lila couldn't believe that not only had Marinette talked back to her, but Damian Wayne had smiled at the goody-goody's snarky comment.

"You're one to talk." Lila lashed out, "Everyone hates you! Who wouldn't hate a bully?"

"You mean the pathetic rumors you spread around?" Marinette asked, "Only that one class believes you. The rest of the school laughs when your back is turned."

Lila heard people giggle behind them. It wasn't just one person, either. It was multiple people.

"Marinette is my property." Damian declared, "The shirt doesn't lie. She's my girlfriend and has been for two years."

Marinette smiled, "Damian got a little possessive when someone tried to ask me out again, yesterday."

"That is twenty people, who have asked you out in the past five months." Damian hissed.

"People?" Lila questioned.

Marinette blushed, "I've had girls confess to me, too. I don't mind wearing the shirt. Hopefully, after today, I won't have to stop Damian from attempting murder."

Damian and Marinette walked passed Lila. Lila moved to the sidelines as other people started to speak up.

"Damn, Damian made sure to scoop up the 'Queen of the School'."

"The Queen?"

"Do you expect anything else from a Wayne?"

Lila walked to class in silence. As she got closer, she could hear new whispers.

"Did you see Marinette?"

"Yeah, she was all over the Wayne kid!"

"I heard they're dating!"

"No they're not!"

"Everyone is talking about it! They have been toegther for two years!"

"Damian was the one to announce it."

"I never knew that Marinette was so popular."

"I feel bad for all those people she turned down, but she was already taken."

"What about her bullying Lila? I thought we all agreed it was because she was jealous of Lila getting close to Adrien."

"I don't think that's the case and it sounds like it hasn't been for awhile."

Lila decided to wait until after the bell to walk into class. From her spot, she noticed Damian walk Marinette to class.

"I will see you at lunch." Damian spoke.

She hated seeing Marinette smile.

"Habibiti, I must ask you one question." he spoke.

"What is it?" she asked.

"What am I to do if your shirt fails and people still try to claim what is mine?" he questioned.

Marinette stayed silent for a moment.

"I can wear this at least every two weeks, but I'm sure everyone will know by the end of the day." she began.

"And if they persist?" he growled.

"I'm sure they'll learn how possessive you are over the coming days." Marinette declared, "I think Bruce will be even more surprised he's not bailing you out of jail and paying for hospital fees."

"Father can afford it." Damian sighed.

Damian leaned down and kissed her.

"My statement stands; I will see you at lunch." he announced, before leaving.

Lila stayed flushed against the lockers, as Damian walked passed her. She sighed and sank to the floor.

'Jail? He hurt people for her? His father just bailed him out?'

She suddenly spotted a pair of shoes by her own feet. Lila quickly looked up and saw Damian Wayne glaring at her.

"I suggest you leave Marinette alone from now on." Damian declared, "My mother taught me that woman are manipulative. She taught me how to fight. I don't care if you are a girl; if you continue to spread rumors and I find out you started it, you will be injured beyond repair."

"You would be expelled." Lila spoke, softly, "You can't let Marinette manipulate you like this."

Damian quickly punched the locker next to her head. Lila slowly looked at his hand and saw the locker had been dented around his hand. He slowly pulled away, revealing the imprint of his hand.

He leaned in close and whispered, "Now imagine that being your jaw. You would never speak again. No more lies. I didn't move to Paris to be with Marinette; Father sent me because I was too violent away from her. It wouldn't be my first or last time breaking bones."

Damian turned and walked away. Lila snapped her eyes away from the locker as the bell rang. She quickly ran to class. As she sat down, she decided she was never going to ever say Marinette's name again.

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[iloveslllycatss]

𝙖𝙢𝙤𝙧 + 𝙝𝙖𝙗𝙞𝙗𝙩𝙞

𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 : 𝘮𝘪𝘨𝘶𝘦𝘭 𝘥𝘪𝘢𝘻 𝘹 𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘣!𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 : 𝘪𝘥𝘬 (i had no ideas for the name bare w me)

✯ miguel loves you, but he doesn’t really care that your arab 😭, not in a ‘idgaf ab ur heritage’ type way but in a ‘why does it matter? id love u either way???’ kinda way yk?

✯ MELTS when you call him ‘habibi’ or ‘3omree’

✯ had the most dazed, lovestruck look on his face once he found out you were arab and had you explain your heritage to him

✯ one time he tried to pronounce the letters خ ح ع…

“is it hhhaa?”

“mig it’s KHa with a KHHHH not hhh” 

“hhhhhhhh”

“omg.”

✯ when he first saw you arabic dance/belly dance.. he FOLDED SO HARD.

✯ could not stop staring at you.

✯ one time he went with you to a wedding right

✯ when he saw u dance……….. his eyes suddenly fell to your hips and never came off…

✯ after u danced he fr felt so bad bc he felt like a perv 😞 

✯ when u got back to your seat the first thing he said was

“amor how did you do that????”

✯ when he met your family… oh god..

“ولد مكسيكي ؟"

…..

“that means you’re a very nice boy! …انت مجنون"

“thank you, y/ns cousin”

✯ you ended up telling him what it really meant…

✯ hes so sweet though

✯ he has def bought you a necklace with his name on it in arabic.

✯ one time he saw one of those tiktok’s that’s like “cute things to call u arab girlfriend!” and he ended up trusting it…

“y/n listen to me”

“yeah what’s up, mig?”

“youre my cute little khara”

“what.”

✯ HE FR THOUGHT KHARA WAS SOMETHING NICE 😭 

✯ you guys look so good together

✯ in ramadan, he lasted so long.. until a hour before iftar he CHUGGED water 😭 

✯ he was just so thirsty.

✯ but he doesn’t eat or drink around you, he’s respectful about it

✯ in eid celebrations, he didn’t think it’d be THAT CRAZY

✯ he still attended all 2 days though

✯ so yk how he does karate?

✯ he got SO SUPRISED when he saw your arab fighting skills (the wooden stick powers…… the perfect shahata aim….)

✯ gets scared of you when you’re mad and speaking arabic

✯ HES SO INTIMIDATED ITS CRAZY

✯ his favorite arabic food is probably shawarma or like wara2 3nab

✯ he LIVES for your mom and your food

✯ the first time you saw johnny while you were with miguel, it was… interesting

“uh sir excuse me…”

“listen fatima just let me grab this rq”

“sensei that’s racist..”

✯ carmen LOVES you and they fr treat you like family

✯ anyways in conclusion, i love miguel

✯  best boy fr.

@/ilovesillycats

plz don’t copy my work 😞

[white-poppie]

Nicknames your characters can use for each other~

Poppie note: It's been a long time since I wrote any writing aid. I was looking for unique nicknames for fanfic, and realised how much I had to search, so here is your go-to guide.

Casual: babe, baby, sweetheart, sweetie

Reader's favourite: love, darling, angel, my queen/king/highness, hubby/wifey/ so, princess

Reflective#1: Use nicknames that match the other person's appearance or personality (DO NOT MAKE IT OFFENSIVE)

Eg: short-stuff, Goldie(Golden retriever energy), blondie,

Reflective#2: tells about the speaker's personality

(Someone Agressive may call the other person): idiot, dumbass, stupid etc.

Cute nicknames: Doe, Kitty, Kitten, Cupcake, Guppy, Munchkin, Pookie, Dove, Flower, My star

Content dependant nicknames:

(These may sound creepy, cute or hot depending upon the context)

Little one

Little Dove

Fragile flower

Kitten

Pest

Shortening names: Jamie for Jameson, Binnie or Bin-Bin for Hanbin, Sam for Samantha

Nicholasnames: (making names longer affectionately): Cherrisma for Cherry, Parineeti for Pari

Foreign nicknames

This is one trick I personally use, and it works like a charm. Especially if the other character doesn't know the language and then they get to know what the word means later on.

Mon Chaton (french)--------------->my kitten

Mon Cheri (french) ----------------->my dear

Mi amor(Spanish)----------------->my love

Prēya (Hindi)------------------------->Dear

Hase(german)------------------------>Bunny

Dorogaya(Russian)------------------>Sweetheart

Nae Sarang (korean):--------------->my love

Yeobo (Korean)----------------------->Honey

Jaan/Jān (Hindi/Arabic/Urdu)-->(My) Life

Querido/a (Spanish)----------------->darling

Habibi (Arabic)----------------------> darling

Milashka (Russian)-----------------> Cutie

Mia bellezza (Italian)---------------> my beauty

More: https://pin.it/4qv7Xlm

Oddly Specific ones I thought of:

Ruination

MY ruination

Pearl

WaterLily

My moon

My sun

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