#yandere alhaitham x gender neutral reader

[yourheart-inmyhands]

me ÙwÚ again

Any your fav -> 👇 male character with a affection reader

JK pls take your time and uncomfortable is ok but I sure be sad

From your weird requester tanakochan

ah i'm not sure i understood the way you phrased that 100%, i took that "your fav 'deal with it' characters" which i hope is right and i'm so sorry if it's not ;v; also you're not weird at all! weird means to be perceived differently from normal and 'normal' is a fake societal standard, nothing wrong with being yourself here :D

Warning: this post contains yandere-themes, including delusional behaviors, obsessive behaviors, this is honestly the most tame i've posted so far, and other potential topics. Please read at your own risk!

Yandere!Alhaitham with an affectionate reader would be challenging. On one hand, he doesn’t want to discourage you because he loves that you’re so willing to seek him out without him having to persuade you to be around him. On the other hand, he struggles with physical touch, even having trouble still when his roommate of a little over a year now brushes by him in the halls on occasion. He is open to all other forms of love, words of affirmation, acts of service, receiving gifts, quality time, or even if you want to just hang around his office while he works and do your own thing. He is thrilled when you come to him for love in any of those ways, but physical touch is something he needs to warm up to. Everything he touches is because he wants to touch it and he knows what to expect, but when someone else touches him, he internally freaks out. 

Alhaitham watched somberly as you made yourself comfortable on the couch in his office. You had come here with the intention of hanging out with him, but with him being so busy he wasn’t able to leave his desk. He could see the look that flashed in your eyes briefly, the way you wanted to ask to sit next to him or even on his lap but refrained, knowing he would deny you. So instead, once you’ve made yourself comfy on the couch, he collects his things and sits on the opposite side of the table, making himself comfortable on the floor. When asked, he says he simply wanted a change of scenery, hoping you ignore the way his legs brush against yours under the table. Baby steps.

Yandere!Diluc is another who is very open to affection except for acts of service and words of affirmation. He simply cannot accept gifts without feeling as though he needs to give something back immediately, lest he be in debt to you or have you hold it against him. Not that he thinks you’d do something like that, but from past experience, he can’t deny the way his heart drops and his breath catches in his throat everytime you surprise him with something. And words of affirmation are simply not his forte. After his father passed, he never really had anyone to express those feelings to him verbally, so now, as an adult, he just can’t seem to believe they’re truthful. The words have lost their weight to him. He excels at physical affection though, even if he seems a bit hesitant at times. That is something he’ll never turn down.

Diluc sighed in content as the two of you laid on the bed, your head on his chest as his fingers gently traced down your back and across your shoulders. It was times like these, where it was nothing but the two of you in the dark room, candles long since blown out, stars hanging high in the sky and the sun peacefully at rest for the night, that he found the most joy. The way your breathing slowly evened out to match pace with his, or the way your hearts slowly synced beats. He found himself wishing he could’ve pursued you sooner, wishing that he had more time with you before this so that he could love the times to come even more. Love is lovely.

[moonsaver]

Yandere!Idol!Alhaitham has been on my mind for SO long oh my goodness.........

Idol!Alhaitham, who's spotted laughing for the first time you attend those fanmeetings, and crack the stupidest joke ever. Fancams all around the room caught that moment, and it's gotten wildly famous within the fandom.

Idol!Alhaitham who mentions to have taken a "liking" to someone in all the interviews after that one fanmeeting. The fandom is quick to connect the dots, and everything's up in a rage at the mere mention of that one fancam. Alhaitham isn't oblivious to their reactions.

Idol!Alhaitham, who, somehow, manages to find details about you, your purchases of their merch, and somehow manages to always pull a few strings to make you the winner of any giveaways you join that are hosted by their company. It's almost laughably easy for him.

Idol!Alhaitham, who deep down hates it when he realizes he's not your favorite within the group. Your eyes are on another member on the stage. Your likes are of another member's fancam. You repost another member's clips and moments. Most of the merch you own of his is just bonus you get along with the actual merch you wanted to buy. He's not having it.

Idol!Alhaitham who tracks down your socials, and takes a note of all the clothing brands you own, your aesthetics, your hobbies, and makes it a point to include it into his photos. You couldn't have known an idol as famous as him would even buy from the same niche clothing brand as you, right? Maybe your eyes are just tricking you..

Idol!Alhaitham, who you've started spotting more and more frequently around your area. More of their concerts are being held in your area, and it gives him the perfect excuse to stage a chance encounter with you, as if he hadn't been stalking you for the past couple of weeks beforehand. He pulls you along to private and hidden spaces with a convenient excuse to "not get caught". You're not sure if that was his intention, because he keeps pulling you along to more and more shady areas, with lesser and lesser people. It's already late, and it's surprising that he has more time than you. Isn't his schedule supposed to be packed?

Idol!Alhaitham, who becomes more active in songwriting after that "chance encounter". And it's evident most of them are intensely romantic in nature, eerily mentioning details about you not even most of your friends would have known, in passing adlibs. The fandom's picked up on it, but they've yet to pick up on the fact that it's you he's writing about.

Idol!Alhaitham, who's now shamelessly convincing the public that he's in a relationship with someone, that someone supposed to be you. It becomes so widespread within the fandom that it becomes hard to back out now. If you refuse, or even try, an anonymous account may leak your information, and it won't be soon before you recieve death threats,stalkers,or something even worse. It's better to go along with what he says, isn't it? He knows just what to say.

Idol!Alhaitham, that collects your photos instead. He has every single one of them pinned with respective dates, in a hidden drawer of his room, where not a single employee can find it to take it away. You realize how wrong things have gone when you start receiving copies of these photos with an abundance of his merch from giveaways you hadn't even joined.

[fancyfeathers]

Yandere Kaveh/Alhaitham & Yandere Cyno/Tighnari (Normalized AU)

Imagine you and your best friend came to Sumeru to become scholars. You two have worked so hard to get here and you finally have made it, you two became friends with the other scholars there. You lived together in a small house in the city, leaving every so often for trips to visit ruins or other sites and meetings, and of course these do not go unnoticed

During one of your trip to study ancient architecture you meet an architect, Kaveh. He became friends with you quickly and after that trip you two went out on friend dates, lunches to discuss your latest projects, and afterward he would go home and talk the ear off of his roommate, Alhaitham. Alhaitham would get so annoyed at some point about hearing Kaveh go on and on about you. Then one day he meets you, you’re returning blueprints Kaveh left at your home when he visited and finally Alhaitham understood what Kaveh saw in you, sensible, kind, funny…

Meanwhile your friend went off to study Sumeru’s wildlife to compare it to your homeland’s nature. But while she was taking a photo with the camera from Fontaine she got, her foot slips on the branch she was standing on and the last thing she remembers is falling from the tall tree branch. She wakes up with someone bandaging her wounds from the fall. Cyno had found her unconscious on the forest floor when he was tracking down a rogue scholar so he brought her to the nearest person who could tend to her wounds, Tighnari. She had broken quite a few bones in the fall, so she wouldn’t be going anywhere for the time being. Tighnari would nurse her back to health and Cyno would visit her as she recovered but they never told her roommate and when she writes a letter later on and gives it to Cyno give to her friend he never actually told her he would deliver it…

After weeks of your friend going missing and not having her half of the rent you don’t know what to do, that’s when Kaveh comes to your rescue, you can stay with him and Alhaitham since your roommate shows no sign of returning. You had been avoiding them recently since uncomfortable topics and behavior have come up with them, being rude to your friends, Kaveh’s hugs being to tight and lasting to long, Alhaitham not letting you go off on research trips on your own saying that you could get hurt. But now you aren’t in a position to refuse so you accept and move in, but when the lock clicks in place after Kaveh closes the door is when you sealed your fate.

Meanwhile your friend had recovered and was ready to go back to the city, but when she arrived she saw your shared house abandoned, all your belongings thrown to the curb by your landlord with them saying you left weeks ago and no one has seen you since. Her heart breaks as she tries to gather the broken scraps of her belongings, tears streaming down her face. She has no where else to go, but hey Cyno and Tighnari are here to listen, and keep her safe, keeping her safe in a forest she doesn’t know how to navigate out of. She safe, loved, and the perfect darling, just like you to the sweet Kaveh and the strict Alhaitham

[chococolte]

the way i want to fall asleep on Al Haitham’s shoulder deadass. Idk if this is even a request but I know it’s a need.

word count. 313

୨୧ — ꒰ cw. yandere, unhealthy relationships, possessive & obsessive thoughts/behaviors, g/n reader. i do not condone yanderes irl.

୨୧ — ꒰ a/n. off-topic, but his arms... now im not an armpit gall but

Al-Haitham is not one to indulge in his fantasies often, if at all.

By their nature, daydreams are redundant. They serve no purpose other than to lead you astray; to waste time better spent elsewhere. But you seem to take pleasure in ruining every part of himself he thought he had control over, don't you?

He's thought of this scenario before on a multitude of occasions. The benignity of it isn't lost on him, especially when compared to his usual dark, impure thoughts and urges. The intimacy in such a moment is what he craves, the trust you'd be showing; to fall asleep and trust the other person to keep you safe while you slumber.

You already have him wrapped around your finger, and it only worsens when he's in any form of physical contact with you. Al-Haitham stares at you and finds himself lost so often, unable to understand how one person can be so perfect. Your nose and jaw sculpted by the greatest masters, your lips drawn by the greatest artists; it's only right that you consume his every thought, that he find himself unable to think of anything else when in your presence.

Al-Haitham can barely control himself with you so near. Your breath is warm, calm and at rest, and with your proximity, he can feel it brush against his skin— he enjoys the sensation more than he'd like to admit. Anyone else, and he'd be revolted.

Al-Haitham thinks it's only right, however, just like everything about you. You're different than everyone else, a cut above the rest. You alone stand out in his eyes, you alone leave him desperately yearning. That you make him feel this way, and only you, makes sense; it's logical, reasonable, sensible— he may have to push their definitions, but so be it.

Your head tilts forward just a bit, and his heart sings.

[kavlion]

If your doing requests, then can I request al haitham and kaveh sharing a gn darling? I wanna see how this goes down :)

(take your time to write, I can wait)

I didn't really proofread this, sorry if it's not so great, haha! ^^; On a lighter note, I did have a lot of fun with this. Thank you for the request!

CW: Broken ribs and bruises, slightly suggestive(?), unhealthy relationships, implied coddling behavior, implied dehumanizing behavior, injuries, arguing, food, nonsexual nudity, abuse

Right when you had finally managed to doze off after at least a day of staying awake in the basement, you heard the door open, snapping your sleepiness in two. It was so dark, you could hardly see who was coming from the basement, but honestly, you'd prefer it to be Kaveh.

That wasn't to say you liked either of them. Kaveh was constantly up in your personal space, coddling you in a way that could only be described as humiliating, while Alhaitham... was just plain scary.

Kaveh was annoying, but it'd never compare to Alhaitham's calculating, cold eyes.

It felt like he could read your mind, but you could never tell what he was thinking. That was the scariest part of all.

"Oh, my darling... what did he do to you?"

Kaveh. You sighed with relief, but that relief didn't last long, as he was rushing down the stairs and bringing you into a sharp hug. You whined when his arms brushed with your ribcage, only for him to frantically pull away.

He looked genuinely worried. Maybe even a little panicked. You thought it'd be nice to know he cares, but the truth was, he doesn't. He'd rather you have these bruises and broken ribs than even consider the possibility of you leaving.

That was one of the few things Alhaitham and Kaveh could seem to agree on. Except Kaveh at least pretended to care.

Well, not all the time. After you had learnt your lesson, Alhaitham would take care of you, but you could never relax in his presence, knowing one wrong move and he'd be giving you that terrifying gaze again. A warning.

Hands cupping your cheeks, Kaveh's thumb brushed some of your upcoming tears away, clicking his tongue. "I'm so sorry, dear. Let's get you out of here."

Of course, you obeyed. You put all your weight on him, letting him practically carry you out of the basement. You kept stumbling over each step of the stairs, and if it weren't for Kaveh, you would've collapsed.

"Here you go... lie right here, I'm going to make you some food." Kaveh kissed your forehead after laying you on the couch. "Poor thing... I swear I'm going to kill him..."

You watched him scurry into the kitchen urgently, before shutting your eyes, still feeling tired. At least this time, you felt somewhat safer.

Kaveh showed anger easier than Alhaitham did, but his punishments were a lot more different than Alhaitham's versions of 'discipline'.

Not long after, you heard Kaveh's footsteps back in the room, carrying a tray of food that smelled delicious. You couldn't help but smile, opening your eyes just enough to see him.

Kaveh knelt in front of you, showing he made soup. He blew on the spoon gently, then put his hand under it to bring to your lips.

Smile disappearing, you said, "I can feed myself...."

He tutted. "You're covered in bruises and can hardly stand, love. Did he really do all of this to you? What on earth happened while I was gone..." He practically shoved the spoon in your mouth before scooping up a new spoonful of soup to repeat the action.

You tried to push his hand away, but he was too quick. You barely had any strength left, so he easily caught hold of your wrists, pushing the spoon in your mouth.

"Eat," he ordered. "Please."

"...fine." You kept letting him spoonfeed you, until you felt tired. He laid you back down and put a blanket over you, kissing the side of your head.

He watched you fall asleep, running his fingers through your hair and muttering under his breath things you didn't try to strain to hear.

You just wanted to sleep, for once not finding it difficult to with his eyes piercing holes through you.

...

You woke up to the familiar sound of them arguing.

"Two days. Two days I'm gone and you can't control yourself?!"

"I can control myself much better than you can. Those bruises are just from them falling down the stairs. I didn't deliberately cause them, so you can stop needlessly yelling."

"I can't believe you! You threw them down the stairs?! How do you think that is excusable?!"

His gaze flickered over to you to see you were awake. He pushed past an angry Kaveh and crouched to meet your level on the couch, running the back of his hand over a bruise on your face. His cold hands felt oddly soothing on your skin, so you leaned in, albeit hesitantly.

Crossing his arms, Kaveh said, "Don't pretend like you care about them now! You were complaining about how scared they were of you a few days ago. Have you ever considered why?!"

"They avoid you too, don't act like they think you're an angel here, either." Alhaitham didn't even bother looking at Kaveh, his eyes still on you as he looked over your bruises, the ones he caused.

You held back a whimper as he ran his finger over your jawline, making you shiver.

"I'll draw them a bath." With that, Alhaitham stood up and proceeded down the hallway.

Though Kaveh groaned, he didn't say anything further to the scribe. Instead, he sat down beside you and started massaging your shoulder, arm wrapped around you to do so. "I'm sorry about him... next time I go to the desert, I'll just take you with me."

You lit up at that thought. A new opportunity to escape?

You were sure Kaveh was just saying the first thing that popped into his mind, as he did often, but even if he were to follow through with that... you doubted Alhaitham would let that happen.

Alhaitham came back soon, holding out his hand to you. Just as you were about to take it, Kaveh slapped it away.

"I can carry them. You've done enough."

Raising an unimpressed brow, Alhaitham said, "You can't even carry your own claymore." With that, he picked you up, quietly shushing you when you yelped. "I know it hurts. I didn't mean to give you so many bruises. That was my mistake."

A loud huff came from Kaveh. "So you aren't even going to try and apologize or seem sorry?"

Alhaitham turned to him, and you could see the corners of his mouth twitch. "They tried escaping. Your 'punishments' are hardly even that. Do you think making them sit in a corner for a few minutes will make them think about their actions? They aren't a child."

He made another offended noise. "Yeah, well they aren't a dog, but you seem keen on treating them like one!"

"What are you implying?"

"You don't think of them as human! If you did, you'd understand that throwing someone down a basement is awful!"

"If you're going to bicker at me over practically nothing, I suggest you don't follow us." Alhaitham carried you into the bathroom, and unsurprisingly, Kaveh trailed behind. Alhaitham sat you on the closed toilet seat and began stripping your clothes.

It wasn't strange to watch them fight, it was the most normal thing here, honestly. You always gained a headache listening to them argue back and forth, especially over you.

As Alhaitham got your clothes off, his eyes lingered more on the bruises. He ran his thumb over the largest bruise that lingered on your hip. You tried examining his expression to tell what he was feeling. He didn't look sorry, that was all you knew.

"I doubt they're in the mood for what ever demented thing you want to do to them," Kaveh growled.

He hummed smugly. "I could say the same thing to you. You're completely red in the face."

"Because you piss me off! Move aside." He shoved Alhaitham away from you, then grabbed both of your hands to help you in the tub. He helped slowly get you in, murmuring, "There you go, my dear... is it warm enough?"

Shaking your head, you answered quietly, "It's fine... thank you."

Kaveh glared at Alhaitham. "At least you did something right."

"Please," you muttered, looking down at your reflection in the water, "stop arguing. Just... for now. Please."

Both men shared a look, before nodding. Alhaitham sighed and started helping you wash, while Kaveh sat beside you, stroking your hair. You appreciated the gesture, but you still found it difficult to relax.

"How are you doing, love?" Alhaitham asked, keeping his voice low.

You forced a smile. "I'm fine... thank you for the bath. I'm feeling a lot better now." Lies, but if you told them the truth, Kaveh would just grow angrier at Alhaitham, and Alhaitham would... well, you weren't too sure. Again, it was hard to read him.

Kaveh was the first to help you out of the tub, while Alhaitham grabbed a towel and wrapped you in it, drying you off.

Once you were dry, Alhaitham got the robe and put it on you himself. It was one of his robes he hardly wore, but it still smelled like him. In your worst moments, you admitted you did find his smell comforting.

As they led you out-- Kaveh supporting you with an arm around your shoulders, and Alhaitham with a hand on your waist-- Kaveh said, "We should take them to the couch. I doubt the last thing they want to do is be trapped in your room again."

"Please. You just don't want them anywhere near me," Alhaitham uttered.

With a deadpan stare, Kaveh responded sarcastically, "Huh, I wonder what made you think that."

You make a displeased grumble to let them know they're arguing again. Luckily, for once, they seem to stop themselves again. "I... I'm fine wherever... it's no big deal..."

Once again, they exchanged a glance, then Kaveh announced, "Couch it is."

Alhaitham scoffed, but didn't complain any further. He watched Kaveh go to make you a makeshift bed on said couch, while he kept his hold onto you, tightening his arm around your waist. It was possessive, but nothing you weren't used to.

"There! Is this okay, my dear?" Kaveh scuttled back to you, looking at you for approval, as he typically did.

You nodded. "It's lovely... thank you."

He smiled at your gratitude, then kissed your forehead. "Is there anything else you need?"

"No, I'm good. Thank you again."

Clearing his throat, Alhaitham said, "Well, I'm sure you're tired. Come here." He sat down on the couch and gestured to his lap, to which you obeyed, crawling in his lap, as much as your body still ached.

Kaveh narrowed his eyes. "Hey! What makes you think you have the right--" He cut himself off when he saw you give him a pleading look to stop. It was hard to, considering the smug look Alhaitham had. He was enjoying this.

You rested your head on his shoulder, closing your eyes. You felt Kaveh's weight dip in the couch, and his arm wrap around you as much as he could, considering Alhaitham was right there.

This was one of the rare moments they were physically close to each other, only when it involved you.

Alhaitham rubbed circles into your back. "Are you tired, darling?"

"Um... a little." You nodded against his chest.

"Then you can go to sleep. I love you."

Kaveh was quick to add, "And I love you too."

You found yourself slowly falling asleep with that painful knowledge, that they still loved you. As long as they loved you, they'd never let you go, and... it's been so long that you honestly don't know if that time will ever come. Likely not.

So you do the only thing you could and adjusted your position more comfortably. You laid your head in Alhaitham's lap, and the rest of you on Kaveh's lap.

For just a couple of hours, you could pretend this is all normal.

[iicheeze]

LISTEN.

yandere ex bf alhaitham.

basically u two was ina relationship BUT its onesided becuz alhaithams just using you for information but then he suddenly broke up with u as soon as he got the info he needed

BUT THEN months later when he saw u hanging around with Kaveh something inside him just snapped and remembered all rhe times he had with you

BUT PLOT TWIST

yan kaveh who's been stalking u this whole time and is taking the opportunity that alhaitham just broke up with u so he used it to bad mouth him while also being a comforting presence

💪😈 big brain

[sl33py-day]

All the things I could’ve done

So I had an idea, it’s kinda weird but confusing also.

Either Modern AU Genshin for Kazuha, Kaveh, or Anyone with a dead friend.

Warnings: Kidnaping, Implied stalking? I guess.

Imagine Y/n having some mental health issues, depression, anxiety and self esteem issues. They constantly feel like they are no good, a piece of complete potato peels, and also have the tendency to overthink. They had parents who would joke about how they are a failure and get upset when you started to cry. They went to therapy and the Therapist gave advice on how to deal with a load of problems.

The therapist said that maybe recording how you feel would help with the self esteem issues, the anxiety of talking, and help focus on the positive aspects of life.

Who knew that the videos you took would help solve your sudden disappearance.

Police would ask your parents about how you’ve been acting, any signs of wanting to run away or something along the lines of leaving. But when your parents said “No, they haven’t shown any signs of that. You could look through their daily check ins.” Which were the videos you took every day.

————————————

“Hey! I found the videos the parents were talking about!” A police officer said while pulling out a box of random things. In the white rectangle box was a black Camera.

“Let’s take it back to look at the videos.” Another police officer said while waving goodbye to your parents. The two officers met at the car to look at the last taken video.

“Is it charged?” He asked while starting the car to drive. The female police officer was looking through the camera. “Mhm.” Was what she responded with. Flicking through the photos as she kept seeing nature pictures. Flowers, Flowers, a house, Flowers and more trees.

“There’s nothing but nature and the last picture taken was about a month before Y/n was reported missing.” The woman said with a confused look. Your parents said you did it everyday. So why is the last thing recorded about a month before you went missing?

“Did you check the files? I’m sure there’s some files in that camera.” The brown haired officer asked while turning the corner. She did what her partner asked and found videos upon videos of just daily check in’s.

“Found a video a day before he went missing!” The woman said while playing the video. At the start of the video a young boy around the age of 18 was sitting on his messy bed looking pretty tired. His eyes had bags under them and he seemed pretty skittish also.

“Hello, My names Y/n L/n. The date today is August 3rd.” The boy started to talk in the video, his voice was a clear sign he was tired. “I-I’m scared, my friend had been acting weird for some time now. I didn’t pay attention to all the signs.” Y/n started to speed up his talking, he was freaking out and didn’t know what to do.

“I honestly don’t think he was sane to begin with. His friend died because of an illness so it would definitely affect anyone…” The h/c boy tried to reason with himself which wasn’t really working. He started to get more nervous. “But that doesn’t change the fact he-he said he wanted to me to be his!” Y/n semi yelled in slight fear. “I’m scared, he threatened me earlier today about how if I wasn’t gonna stop talking to Aether then he would kidnap me.”

The video shuts off, the screen goes black and a few screams could be heard in the background of the video before it ended. The two police officers looked at each other in horror.

[glorestarz]

enter— toxic (yandere?) surgeon alhaitham !! | noxious

status: unedited

synopsis: you’re an annoying ass intern at alhaitham’s hospital and he basically hates you lol /hj

cw: degrading of your character, and unbalanced power dynamics

note: is this good? nah. but alhaitham has been rotting in my mind for like days, doesn't help that i main him either— but still. honestly, you could imagine this as vertias (HSR) as well because they are so-so similar imo but vertias is more of a bitch 😭

you were a discord in the esteemed surgeons' carefully choreographed day-to-day. a heterogenous little thing, opposed to him in temperament, in capacity, in propensities. a useless thing, or more accurately a useless intern—incapable of serving his interest or adding anything of worth to him other than a pretty face adoring his side. if that.

it was only a moderately pretty face, but loneliness and underfeeding had given it a wistful expression that had charm. unfortunately, it was not the sort of charm which made a great appeal to alhaitham. he values practicality. aesthetics aren't generally something he puts into consideration. which might as well explain his animosity of you.

there was a curious strain of weakness running crosswise through your makeup.

you weren’t adept with the scalpel, scholarly, or quick on your feet. you were nothing. you could do nothing for him. fetching him, at best, lukewarm coffee in the morning certainly wouldn't qualify you as useful. i mean— an ill-fated cancer ward patient writhing in the throes of death would certainly be more useful than you. at least it gave him something to do. providing a semblance of entertainment.

so his mind spun perpetually as to why were you there. to bother him? to toss a pebble square into his well-oiled machine? what mad impulse had seized you to think you could try your hand at surgery?

you knew you were a hindrance. you must have known. you have to know. alhaitham was not one to hide his disdain and icy glares. his voice, usually calm and measured, takes on a sharp edge with you, his utterances dripping with condescension, dissecting your tactless actions. and the blunt truth was that you possessed neither courage, self-perseverance, nor self-respect, so of course, you said nothing in rebuttal to the comments. he just couldn't help himself.

dipping your head to convey your utmost apologies when you slip up, avoiding his glances when asking a question. this was a teaching hospital so why can’t you just learn? he’s giving you all the materials and opportunities to learn. an ample amount even. if you won’t, leave him alone. go simmer in all your utter helpness elsewhere. he has no use for you.

he’d thought that would be enough to rid himself of you. wouldn’t it be great to live in a world without annoyances?

yet, despite, his biting words and audacious gazes, you stayed. there had been disappointments and humiliations, and although you hated to admit it even to yourself, you were in desperate straits, alhaitham’s words were inevitably eroding your sense of self, as small as it was. nevertheless, you were still fighting, trying to bob your head out of the water.

stupid. you were frustrating to no end. he thought it was mere childish affection that made you cling to him until it was too late did he clearly understand what you were to him. for by merely seeming fond of him, and showing in your weak, futile way that you “cared” for him—he’d never would have thought from the moment you stepped into his orbit, his focus would narrow, his attention, better used elsewhere, would fixate on you with an intensity that bordered on unbridled obsession.

odd.

you wanted to scrub in on another specialty? what are you talking about? are you stupid? interns are not just a mentee, but a possession to be owned and controlled. you were his despite his resentments.

interns were always referred to as puppies, it was a well-known fact among his colleagues; incredibly bright-eyed and eager, they’d follow their mentors closely, eager to soak up knowledge like sponges and as a resident you’d have to be careful to correct their wrongdoings without breaking their spirit.

he’d always thought the analogy was absurd.

but you were his puppy, incredibly loyal, and “forgiving” despite his harsh words, and just because you wanted to stray from his sight doesn't mean he’ll just— let you. puppies have leashes for a reason. no?

he ended that fictitious fantasy punctually, deflecting the other attending’s stabs of stealing you away for their own surgeries. if able, he’d like to avoid this scenario from coming into fruition. he’ll reject any ask you send his way, of course, the communication required to do so is a huge waste of his valuable time. time he’d rather not waste dwelling on you. but he does nonetheless. you should be grateful. you should be grateful he's doing at least this for you. listening to your burdensome requests, though your pleas might as well been ignored. he won’t be doing any of that, of course. laughable.

he trusts in his own judgment implicitly.

any glimmer of your independence was swiftly extinguished under the weight of his authority. unlike those with sly, silver tongues, allaitham’s approach is more clinical, that transcends mere ego stroking. he doesn't need to charm or flatter; he’s well aware of his strengths. so instead, he appeals to their intellect (if any), exploiting vulnerabilities within their surgical precision, employing subtle nuances and half-truths. besides, it was much easier this way. it's easy for people to succumb to the vicissitudes of life and find themselves being led astray, and some people just need a little push to be off on their way. insecurity is a weakness to be exploited, not a trait to be embraced.

once he diverts their attention and energy into other matters, they should leave you him alone rather quickly. great, that’s good. good for you. good for him. though, its effects are no less devastating for the hereafter.

and just like that, his problem is resolved, enabling him to rest easy again. manipulation is a tool; an art form, similar to the scalpel, one that he wields with chilling efficiency and little effort, a finesse that is as mesmerizing as it is terrifying.

it was inconvincible, but alas, over time he found a sort of convoluted satisfaction in orchestrating your actions and decisions to align with his desires, savoring the sense of dominance it carries. and his penchant for control permeates even the most remote of your interactions as they would now. this is by design.

why? hah. he couldn’t tell, but the thing interested him. his curiosity was at first entirely defeated upon the point; there was mystery about it. it seemed in itself so insignificant.

the thing puzzled him, and he was led to make a further remark, which puzzled him still more: as a surgeon, as a scientist, they were taught to learn from and rely on books, on definitions, but in life strict definitions rarely apply as they would now. plus, what good would it be to know? it is merely a passing interest, a fleeting distraction from the rigors of his daily routine.

but at the present, all he understood, or cared to understand was that his grip on your autonomy was somehow, something comfortable and natural. now he can go back to normal. good. the cogs are turning again. his conscience is clear.

just don't throw anymore extra trouble his way, and you’ll be fine. probably.

[gojoidyll]

Genshin Impact Masterlist

Imagine | Wriothesley x Neuvillette's Sister ! Reader

Imagine | Neuvillette x Reader

Drabble | Wriothesley x Reader

Oneshot | Happy Wife Happy Life, Pierro x Wife ! Reader

Imagine | Wriothesley x Tea Spiller ! Reader

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Imagine | Furina x Reader

Imagine | Wriothesley x Knight ! Reader

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Imagine | Wriothesley x Reader

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Imagine | Wriothesley x Tea Maker ! Reader

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Imagine | Tea & Coffee, Wriothesley x Reader

Drabble | Without Me, Yandere ! Childe x Reader

Drabble | Soft Things, Neuvillette x Reader (light nsfw)

Drabble | Yandere ! Childe x Reader

Imagine | Wriothesley x Wrongly Accused ! Reader

Headcanons | Capitano x Reader

Drabble | Self-aware ! Capitano x Reader

Headcanon | Aphrodisiacs, Baizhu x Reader

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Oneshot | Yandere ! Wriothesley x Nurse ! Reader

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[yourheart-inmyhands]

hii i’ve been brain rotting over al haitham still </3 concept al haitham and reader are in an established relationship and he’s pretty successfully manipulated them to be almost completely dependent on him. but then one day while they’re out on an errand and he’s at work they run into an old friend who expresses concern about the way al haitham has isolated reader which makes them doubt the relationship. how do you think he’d react/deal with the situation? i feel like he’d be absolutely fuming inside but try to play it cool lol

i'm glad there's someone else who shares in my alhaitham brainrot, he is simply yummy <3

Warning: this post contains yandere-themes, including gaslighting, manipulation, delusional behaviors, and other potential topics. Please read at your own risk!

Yandere!Alhaitham would do what he does best and pull on your weakness for him. Internally he’s ready to physically rip the person to shreds, but on the outside he’s reminding you of how strong your relationship is, how long you’ve been together, and how much you love each other!

“Dear, have you forgotten how long we’ve been together? You haven’t seen this person in how long and you’re going to let them just ruin everything we’ve worked so hard to build?” Alhaitham sighs a little in frustration, not at you but at this person who got into your head. He didn’t spend all this time working so hard on everything, perfectly curating this relationship to have you be as emotionally dependent on him as possible. 

“We’ve talked about this, communication is important. If something is bothering you, then you need to tell me. Do you think there’s a problem with our relationship?” There isn’t a fiber in him that feels bad about flipping the situation onto you, making you feel like the problem rather than him. He knows that you’ll doubt yourself, eventually coming to him with an apology and craving his love and validation once more. He knows you’ll do this because he’s trained you well. 

[moonsaver]

Sumeru roses, House of Daena, Sticky notes.

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Being an asisstant for the scribe isn't so bad. Just ignore the persistent overtimes, the scent of your perfume everywhere, and the new ink bottles that keep running out on his desk. You didn't anticipate red being his favorite ink to work with.

A/n: more than 2.5k words. I didnt bother counting. I hsed google translate for arabic whoops sorry not sorry <3 also its been a while since i wrote.

Warnings/tags: reader is g/n, yandere Alhaitham, Alhaitham x reader, stalking, paranoia, obsessive themes, very very subtle mentions of blood (if you squint), kind of drawn out? Horrible arabic google translate quote. Probably OOC but you can ignore that

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You admit, being an asisstant isn't so bad.

Of course, at first when you broke the announcement to your parents you wanted to further your studies at the Akademiya, your parents werent approving. They wanted you to get a cushy job and earn as soon as possible; you don't blame them. Having that life sounds peaceful, however, you think delaying it a bit won't hurt. You haven't had the proper chance to really scour the library at your own leisure, at least, not as a student.

So, while job-hunting, (which was wonderfully disrupted by the huge Archon-Overthrow-play-god plan for a good few weeks,) you got an offer as the Asisstant of the Grand Sage; which was suspicious from how good of a title it was. The Akademiya was desperate to get back on it's feet, and who were you to deny the offer?

Of course, it didn't quite occur to you until the first day of your job you'd be working alongside Alhaitham, the scribe of the Akademiya (and perhaps his infamous title as the one who curated a plan to foil Azar's shenanigans).

Which was fine. He was generally alright,if not great to work with. Straightforward, clear, brief, analytical and most of all – he wasn't pushy. Which was a relief, of course. You managed to make small talk from time to time (if you could really call it that,) and came to a consensus with him on many things, mostly that both of you were not pleased with overtime. The moment the clock hit 5:00 PM, both of you were out of your offices and posts. You were mutually respectful, and generally tolerated each other well.

Of course, things at your job got shaken up when your schedule was thrown off balance. Your favorite drink always ran out, your mornings were crowded and somehow you started showing up later than usual, which meant you went home later aswell (much to your dismay).

Another strange series of events started taking place, if you could even call it that. You swear you haven't been watering the plants in front of your home, and the soil is dry enough, so how are they so.. vibrant? And recently, you swear one of the plants is growing a little too much, basically covering one of the windows, threatening to break it. Sticky notes scattered around the front of your house which you originally thought of as littering from those raucous kids your neighbours can't keep in control – you only realised they were for you when you caught a glimpse of your name on it, and you can only agree with the suspicious look on your friends’ faces when you show them the notes – bright Canary yellow and the striking red colour across the notes (although, you've only shown them the more milder ones. You can't imagine the panic you'll be forced to acknowledge if they see some of the other.. strange ones.)

And you suppose your paranoia has caught up to you. Your sleep-deprived mind swears that new red coloured bottle of ink on Alhaitham's desk wasn't there. You swear he never used that bright Canary Yellow colour of post-its. Did he really like that drink he always seemed to get for both of you? It conveniently ran out when you wanted it, and even more so, he conveniently just brought an extra since it was on discount? Of course it all just seems like a coincidence. You're a fool to even think otherwise.

And well, you're fine. Your life has always been a long series of fine, even with the occasional weird mishaps. That's how it's always been, and you don't intend to change it; rather, you really do find change almost repulsive (save for the panic you felt deep down in your stomach at all the things you couldn't control). And that “fine” comes to a halt when you find your door absolutely mauled with sticky notes. There's a bouquet of Sumeru Roses at the bottom, as if to try and apologise sheepishly for the terrifying collage on your door. The terrifying numbness in your fingers, face, your brows furrowed as you can't decide just how to react, the elevated heartbeat – you swear you can feel the blood threaten to burst through your chest. 

You opted to stay with a friend that night. You don't know what you were expecting when you came back in the morning, and all of those notes were gone, except a singular one in the middle, “الهوس والحب مترادفان، لكنهما لا يقارنان بارتباط روحي بروحك” (which you had to reread almost 30 times with your broken arabic, checked with someone from the Haravatat Darshan, to really confirm – obsession and love are synonyms, but they are nothing compared to the connection of my soul to yours – is what it said, and it's echoed in your head for weeks). You can't remember the last time you wore your rose perfume after that.

Scouring in the House Of Daena didn't seem to alleviate your troubles that well, either. The books you read one day, and opted to continue the next – vanished. Someone else always had the upper hand. And when they returned, they were scribbled and annotated with many pockets of information. Sometimes they overshadow the information on the page itself. And on the rare occasion you put your head on the books as a makeshift pillow for a power nap, you jolted up from just a sniff. Sumeru roses hit your nose.

And of course, when you find notes with all different handwritings on your desk in the office, you think someone's playing a cruel prank on you. But your office was locked. No one saw anyone enter your office. You did your usual check up before you locked it last night, and assorted everything in place. None of these notes were here. And of course, your only clue is the fact they're all Canary Yellow post-its, and that striking scarlet red ink on it. Hasn't the bottle on Alhaitham's desk been running out? He mentioned it off-handedly. You remember saying blue ink was cheaper. He didn't respond.

–

overtime was disdainful, for the lack of a better word. However, that implies only to the masses – it is no problem for him to come up with better synonyms to describe the situation at hand. “Distasteful”, “loathsome”, “detestable”, and so on. However, complaining will not solve the stacks of files on his desk that he wishes to do away with as soon as possible.

If anything pleases him more than his usual combination of abstruse books, isolation from the general public, and extreme individuality, it is that as the Grand Sage's assistant – you are expected to stay back for the extended hours as much as he is, if not more. For once, working overtime (or being forced to) has brought him progress. Will a few more hours of scribbling away and reviewing files change anything huge? He will return to his post again tomorrow as he has today, and the work will continue. Although, this time, it is you who stays working overtime. So for once, if it manages to quiet down the poking and prodding of other nosy scholars, reprimanding him for never working even a minute after the allocated time, he does so for the exchange of working with you.

And he doesn't intend to burden you, but he knows the desperation you work with, trying your best to cram in any minute, second into trying to get ahold of those books at the House Of Daena. So, if at least to make you stay for longer, he assigns you the more dragged out, tedious work. And to make it better – you just got locked out of your office. He has an extra pair, which he diligently uses for his own interest. As for you; perhaps being so frantic and scrambling to gather all books you might have read the day before may have caused you to drop your keys somewhere along the way. Would he know? Of course – he's diligently collected and added it to his inventory. Would he tell you? It would be like stepping on his own tail. The lack of certainty in a schedule makes for more freedom – he thinks. It's for your own good; he almost says. And to have you work in the same proximity as him? It's a bonus. 

Many consider him to be talented and extraordinarily intelligent, so just take his advice as literally as you can. Or maybe he just needs to tell you directly while making small talk between you two more frequent. To his dismay (and your absolute horror), the sticky notes seem to be working counterproductively. Perhaps he should just show up at your house with a bouquet of Sumeru roses and a small journal filled with his advice? He jests, it's only an entertaining idea. The bewildered look on your face makes him adore you – even if only imaginative.

The lift stops at the top floor. He sees your figure standing beside his desk, an expanse of books behind you. The sharp yellow lights contrast your figure to the dim blue light sphere in the middle. He feels the corners of his mouth perk up into a smile,and stops himself.

Another overtime shift for the both of you.

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Overtime was not easy. You wouldn't have minded it – the job pays you well, and its quite comfortably tucked into the Akademiya, where no one bothers you, and you can easily access the House of Daena. However, the stress and paranoia has absolutely drained you. 

You've visited the matra recently. Frantically scraping together whatever evidence you can, everytime your “admirer” decided to gift you something new, leaving almost no time in your schedule. Daily visits to the library turned into constant visits to the matra, detailing your issues. You would have opted to stay silent, brushing it off as someone who was.. weirdly shy. But shy people don't stalk you, shy people don't leave obsessive notes for you, shy people don't visit your house at unholy hours of the night. And who knows what else this stalker of yours has been up to recently?

Revenge bedtime procrastination turned into sleepless nights, flinching at every sound, hiding under the covers until there was no oxygen and your entire face was covered in sweat. Workload seemed to increase, from how often you kept messing up, many things clouding your mind. Alhaitham's prickly eyes took notice, and he suggested drinking another beverage aside from coffee in the morning, and offered to get you something else – which you generously refused and turned down. (the last thing you would want to be is in someone else's debt at this time. Even if it's just a drink, who knows what else it could add up to in the future?)

So, here you were; irritated, on edge and in the dimly lit office which was viciously devoid of any natural light. You wonder why someone would want such a stuffy office, with books probably growing mold inside. Sure, it's spacious, but it's utter lack of life in it repulses you. It has the comfort level of a hospital waiting room, and it's just enough to add onto the little things that bother you, on top of everything else.

If that wasn't any better – Alhaitham seemed particularly chatty this evening. Perhaps his parasitic roommate (whom he has lovingly mentioned, multiple times,) has been ignoring him as of late? Maybe a commission in the desert, or a commission that requires a huge amount of unnecessary labour? And the (Acting) Grand Scribe has mentioned several times how the blonde architect works himself almost half to death just to get a smile out of his customers. You painstakingly understand him in silence, and don't comment on it.

The rest of the night continues – the benignity of it isn't lost on you. Occasionally perking up from your own scribbling upon Alhaitham's call, searching for a specific book on the vast (dusty, if you may add) shelves, and commenting on a few meeting topics and research projects he grazes, assigning you a few. He doesn't miss the comical dragging of your feet as you walk back over to your desk, befuddled with more work. He wants to tease you, he wants you to ask him for help, for an extra bottle of ink, for an extra post it note, whatever way in which you ask for his help.

He theorises you don't remember much of your and his student days.

—

“shit, I forgot them.”

You searched the familiar pockets and zips of your bag, scrunched eyebrows in frustration.

“Seriously? I'm not lending you any of mine~”

Your friend laughed. You sigh.

“I let you hog all my lunch and this is what I get as a thank you?”

“Too bad. You don't like the blue coloured ones anyway.”

“I'm desperate for a sticky note. Does it look like I'm in a state to be picky?”

Your friend laughs again, and throws their little compact stack of post-its on your book.

“Fine. But you've already annotated so much, what are you gonna write about?”

“Hmm? Wouldn't you like to know?”

You playfully ignore them, as they chitter behind you; carefully sticking it into your textbook and scribbling down the information before you forget. You sigh and look up. You make eye contact.

Right. It's him.

The grey-haired Haravatat boy that rarely showed up. Everyone knew him for his quiet attitude, and his tendency to make your professor's blood boil due to his absence in every lecture. Your friends had a few inside jokes about him. You would dare say this is your first encounter, or really the only one, with him. A stoic look and a judgmental one at the same time, behind curiously multicoloured eyes. 

Nearing the end of the semester – usually the smart ones would avoid the house of Daena, as it would overflow with study groups of caffeine-run seniors and freshman alike. Some of the other clever ones chose spots that weren't easy to find in the first place, and some chose to simply come early.

The thing is, you didn't come early. You were here from midnight. The librarian and all the security checks probably missed you, since you were neatly tucked away into the corner, taking a well-needed nap on one of your reference materials. You only woke up when one of your friends, and that boy poked and prodded you. Your friend laughed until they were out of breath when you looked up – drool slipping down past your chin, eyes swollen from the lack of sleep (and the incessant crying of an academic student), handwriting illegible from just how drowsy you were. The boy only stood quietly, probably judging your.. mannerisms. You weren't sure how, or why, he sat down at the same table as you and your friend. 

—-

Every once in a while - Alhaitham does use the sticky notes.

He didn't buy them. He wanted to borrow them for a short second, but in your hurry, you gave him the compact stack and left, never looking back. After that, you never got them back. Neither of you had the time, and your fate simply intertwined for a brief moment. Things like these happen.

But you keep appearing in the crowd.

He sees you in a flurry of students, or alone at a desolate desk. On a high-up ladder reaching an impossibly reachable book, crouching down to pick up the several you dropped in the process. Passing by the dull lecture halls as he slipped into the library, following the reference materials his father recommended, picked out neatly from private journals and books. The yellow sticky notes never served him much purpose after a single use. He debated simply keeping them on your desk the next time he saw you, but never quite worked up the courage. He swore the sumeru rose scent gave him a headache.

So, when he heard you were continuing your studies at the Akademiya, he was pleased. Working as a Scribe was a simple job, and his chances of seeing you just increased. And he may have been too ambitious, but it worked greatly in his favour – as he opened up another Assistant role for you. 

He hums, content with his decision to keep the sticky notes. Now - how would he utilise them? He wonders if you remember that friend's handwriting. Simple notes turned into obsessive confessions.

Once in a while turned into almost everyday, the more he observed you.

His obsession alone could become the subject of his own studies – but for now you are his sole interest.

And the next overtime, his first after returning to his post as the Scribe – he decides to finally close the chapter.

Has your perfume always been this sweet? That headache's been catching up to you. All that worrying and panic.. when was the last time you slept?

He opens the door to his office. You stand under the warm light, horrified. Piles of sticky notes crowd your feet. The wall barely peeks through behind you from the sticky notes. He closes the door, and a flurry of them fall from the movement. Both of you stare at each other.

“Alhaitham?”

You remember looking at the collection of sticky notes you'd received over a period of time. Is the red ink turning brown? You swore the color changed. Is it supposed to smell? You don't think you want to know.

“Congratulations. You've made it this far. Ive been waiting to talk to you in private."

Your arms go limp, dropping the stack of files onto the floor. The clock ticks silently. You should have gone home. Your bad habit of staying past closing time and evading the security seemed to have not worked in your favour this time.

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[fancyfeathers]

HIII! You have such interesting ideas n im liking it no lie :DD

With the yan kvh/hthm and cyno/tighnari, do they gather together and have some chats as friend and the convo slowly develops into them jus talking ab their darlings? Do they know that they are friends? If they do would they allow them to meet? Im thinking like they would be talkin ab them and b like sudden realization omg their friends??? Thats the person darling has been with???And the one theyve been jealous of sometimes cuz they get to kno and spent time wut darling way bfore them

Great work and rmb to drink sum water n rest (๑•ᴗ•๑)♡ (im sry if i said anythin wrong is my first ask hvbukvu)

I doubt they even know the other’s darling except maybe Kaveh thanks to his visits to their old house when he first met his and Alhaitham’s darling and they were just friends. They would meet up for drinks every know and then and start chatting about their darlings. Overtime they notice similarities, both came from a foreign land, both living in a rental house, both scholars. Everyone figures it out quickly.

Kaveh might let it slip to his darling where her friend is one night when she is covered in her tears after one of Alhaitham’s punishments. Meanwhile Tighnari will just tell his and Cyno’s darling that her friend is safe and being cared for.

Now I’m picturing Kaveh’s and Alhaitham’s darling running away and since she knows where her friend is, tried to get her. She’ll get there and get her friend to the front door to see Tighnari standing there and sighing. He’ll take their darling back inside while Cyno drags Kaveh’s and Alhaitham’s darling back to the city. He knocks on the door and hands her back to Alhaitham, who is fuming. Don’t worry, Kaveh will clean her up after.

[merakiui]

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[honeykaes]

—𝐬𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐥𝐢𝐥𝐲

✦ pairing: kaveh x reader

✦ w/c: 2.1k

✦ warning: dark content, yandere content, minors do not interact

✦ disclaimer: gender-neutral reader, gods/goddesses au, based on apollo myth, kidnapping, stalking, planned assassination, same universe as death's infatuation, gaslighting (alhaitham to kaveh), implied drugging, unedited

Kaveh hated how much he wore his heart on his sleeve despite being a divine entity. He was the God of Creativity after all, and his kindness and diligence with his craft had granted him favor with the many Gods and Goddesses of the lands. He even had favor with the other two most powerful Gods in Sumeru. Alhaitham, who he hated to praise, was analytical, granting favor for all that asked for his knowledge and skill. Nahida, who he loved, was sweet and merciful, often blessing the unfortunate and giving them a chance in life. Still, between the two of them, his heart couldn’t help fluttering in envy at times—wishing he could have the respect they craftily created. 

It wasn’t until one day when he met with Alhaitham he saw another side of the usual stoic and cynical God. His typical eyes burned from their usually greenish hue to bright red, silently steaming. Kaveh resisted the urge to back up watching vines beginning to climb up and weave their way through the room. The God of Wisdom glared down at Kaveh before turning his body away from him. Kaveh only narrowed his eyes but could feel himself shrink, feeling Alhaitham’s anger. Kaveh swallowed, saliva coating his dry throat letting flowers begin to grow on the vines as a means to try to distract him and let the sweet aroma coax his anger.

“Alhaitham. It’s unlike you to be this bothered about anything. What happened to the perfect creation,” Kaveh attempted to greet in a sarcastic and light tone. Alhaitham’s body shook for a second before he sighed, as red began to dissipate from his form returning to its emerald green state. Alhaitham took a seat grabbing a large henna berry from a bowl beside him.

“One of the villages that pray to me has stopped because a lowly foreign mortal has convinced them the meritocracy, I so carefully created, should be crushed,” he sighed. Kaveh resisted the urge to sigh. He couldn’t help but agree with the mortal for once. He despised Alhaitham’s meritocracy style, seeing how many people fell through the cracks.

“...Diplomacy? Acceptance? As if these mortals can actually enact these laws without a coup or the knowledge to keep their civilization alive without the Gods,” Alhaitham sighed. Kaveh simply shrugged, a lazy smile on his thin pink lips.

“To think you’re bothered over something so trivial. You just said it yourself. They’re a mortal, Who cares? They’ll probably die before they can enact real change in your civilization, yknow?” Kaveh replied. Alhaitham’s eyes flickered up to Kaveh in annoyance.

“Sheesh, okay okay. I’m sorry!” Kaveh yelled out. Alhaitham sighed once more. His slim fingers tapping on a marble table..

“...I need you to do a favor for me. Get rid of them. Kill them. Make them disappear. Take them back to wherever they came from, I don’t care,” Alhaitham announced,” It’s too dangerous to let them continue doing as they please as the seeds of change have already been planted.” 

Kaveh ruby eyes widened. Kaveh typically didn’t do bounties anymore, especially after...he had to kill another God. Kaveh swore to himself he wouldn’t let himself go that far anymore.

“Alhaitham I can’t—”

“You don’t think you owe me after all the support and needs I gave to a dying God. Let’s be real, if you were on your own, you wouldn’t be able to talk to me right now, now would you Kaveh? I would do it myself, but I know Nahida would encourage me not to and I don’t feel like debating her right now,” Alhaitham muttered. Kaveh clenched his mouth tightly, flowers beginning to wilt at his frustrations. Alhaitham was right, he couldn’t protest. It was because of Alhaitham people began to pray to him again, raising him to popularity. If that last girl, Nilou, managed to perish, he would have disappeared with her.

“...Fine. Show me what they looks like.”

Kaveh flew in the night, based by the dark the night graced him. Below, he saw your blurred form talking with someone in a temple. Trees were scattered around, as Kaveh descended. As his eyes adjusted and saw your sad form, his cold, guarded heart fluttered. He felt his cheeks heat up, he was sure he was blushing. Why was this happening at all times?

“We fall in love in one second as divine beings. It only takes one sight to know we want to be with that person for the rest of our existence.”

That comment from his late mother resonated with him. Was this a sign? You must be his love? His forever? Kaveh has been so jealous of the other deities having cute nymphs catering to them. He wanted that, to fill the void in his life. Kaveh wanted you to help fill the void in his life.

Kaveh could see the old tear stains on your face as you spoke with your friend. You had caused the wrath of Al-haitham? You seemed so gentle and sweet. 

“(Y/n), I promise it’ll be okay. I swore to you that I would protect you. I refuse for you to get hurt and I stand by any of my promises,” the man insisted. His dark-skinned hands wiped your cheek before gently caressing your cheek gently, the coolness giving you goosebumps. Kaveh resisted the urge to swoop in and take his hand from you. Kaveh didn’t expect you to be this close with Cyno, the God of Judgment. He was considered a lower god and mainly did dealings in the human world. 

“Cyno, I’ve angered the Gods and couldn’t even give you what you wanted. This is it for me. I’ve accepted my fate. The village was already planning on marrying me off to appease Alahitham’s other villages. You don’t have to protect me,” you insisted. Lightning begins to crackle from a distance causing your form to jump. Cyno narrowed his eyes towards the rest of the temple, gentle snow falling from it.  

Kaveh clicked his tongue understanding the situation now. Cyno had been the one to get you to advocate for diplomacy and crush the meritocracy in the village. He wondered if Alhaitham would retaliate against him if he knew.

“I’m going to make this up to you, I promise. I’m going to head off and ask my allies to protect you—this used to be Tighnari’s village after all. I’m sure...he has already requested for your head,” Cyno muttered. You placed a hand on his shoulder.

“...You should be protecting yourself, Cyno. Now go, alright?” you insisted. With a sad nod, the God of Snow morphed into stormy purple clouds, as it drifted towards the sky to Mount Celestia. You sighed into the night once more before going to the plaza where the village was celebrating.

The men were conducting traditional dances of the forest, in an attempt to appease Alhaitham. The bright color of green, black and gold was worn all over—contradicting your soft red attire. You knew the village was filled with kind people, who feared what would happen if larger villages would come in and overrun the area. You were thankful they still treated you with the kindness you gave them. Your eyes wandered towards a boy who suddenly dropped his toy on the ground, eyes wide and looking at something else. Slowly, the other villagers followed. You narrowed your eyes, turning your head towards their direction—to see him.

Kaveh loomed in the sky as the mortals looked in awe. He continued to look at you, attempting to morph his face into that of anger—a complete contradiction to his internal feelings that wanted nothing to hold you in his arms. 

“Foreign mortal, you have angered a friend of mine and for that, I have been sent down to deal with you myself. How lucky,” Kaveh seethed. He quickly lunged forwards swooping you in his arms. He resisted the urge to moan from the smell of your body. You felt so soft under his tight grip, as you struggled in fear. Kaveh shifted his head causing his blonde hair to seem wilder than what it was, gripping you tighter, as he looked down to the village.

“Be sure to not piss him off again. Would hate to see him bury this place up like he did the last,” Kaveh stated, shooting up to the sky. He could hear the screams of the villagers dying out as he reached closer and closer to his home in the heavens. You had stopped struggling, your beautiful eyes shut closed. Kaveh assumed you had stressed yourself out so much, you passed out. It was no worry though.

He’d be sure to take good care of you.

You fluttered your eyes open, looking at the large empty bed lifting your form up from the silky sheets of the bed. You’d been with the mysterious floating man for 3 months now. Life was relatively mundane for you. 

You couldn’t ask him questions, he’d ignore you insisting on talking about something else. You couldn’t leave wherever you were lodging at, he insisted it was for your protection. The only company you had were the books he had given you: stories of different deities in Mount Celestia. Out of all of them, you felt a connection with the newest spring god. You wonder how they were feeling, being with both the God of Death and God of Hurricane.

Life wasn’t all that bad though. You didn’t have to fear Alhaitham anymore. The blond man had given you everything you could have wanted, only wanting your touch and affection as payment. You weren’t really sure if you truly liked him though; he was just a question mark to you.

Tap. Tap. Tap. 

Your eyes wandered towards the window as you approached it. Your eyes widen seeing familiar stormy scarlet-slitted eyes look back at you. It was Cyno. You quickly opened it, feeling your skin shiver from the cool breeze outside. How you missed your close friend. 

“Cyno! I missed you so much! Are you alright?! How did you even get here?!” you began to ramble. Cyno looked around you, seemingly more serious than he usually was, most likely out of caution of being caught talking to you. You narrowed your eyes in confusion.

“(Y/n), I don’t have a lot of time, but you need to get out of here as soon as possible. The man you’re staying with is Kaveh, the God of Creativity, Flowers and Dreams. More importantly, he’s an ally to Alhaitham!” Cyno quickly murmured. The smile on your face fell in confusion, fear began to bubble in your stomach.

“W-What? If that was the case he would’ve killed me already right? I mean I’ve been here for 3 months—

“What are you talking about? You’ve been here for over a year!” Cyno shouted back. Your body began to shake. You had assumed every night you fell asleep, you’d wake up to the next day. Was that not the case? Has Kaveh tampered with your sense of time? Cyno lifted his hand up revealing a silver dagger, placing it gently in your hands. It felt so cold against your skin.

“...If you can manage to stab him with this, it’ll render him immobile for the time being. I can then take you away and up towards my Tighnari’s domain where he agreed to let you stay, alright? You have to do it tonight, do you understand?!” Cyno grunted. His body was becoming foggier and foggier. With a sad sigh, Cyno flashed a gentle smile.

“I promised I would’ve made it up to you, right?” With that, Cyno’s body faded, leaving the view of the blue sky you knew all so well. You held the silver dagger up, the metal shining in the sunlight. 

You trusted Cyno over Kaveh in a heartbeat.

Night arrived rather quickly. You insisted on not eating, claiming you were feeling sick. Kaveh insisted you go to bed early claiming he would sleep with you too. His arms were wrapped around your frame. You could feel his breath evening out. Your frozen body could feel the blond man relax. You wiggled out of his grasp, grabbing the dagger you hit underneath your pillow.

Your hand shook, tears beginning to develop. Could you do this? Could you really stab someone? Surely Kaveh was still kind...right? Did he deserve this? You exhaled, lowering your body from him, dropping the knife away from your grasp. You couldn’t do it. You were too conflicted. 

“...Looks like I was right about you all this time—”

You froze, feeling his hands cup against your cheeks, leaning his face close to yours. Kaveh smiled gently, pale cheeks flushed in a rosy hue. The world around you seem to be slipping, the smell of sweet flowers overwhelming your senses.

“I just knew you were just meant to be mine”

[iicheeze]

World In Words

Yeo's Main Masterlist!

Library of Masterlists

Notice Me, Senpai! || Yandere Genshin Impact X GN Reader || YANDERE SIMULATOR AU

It was your second year at Teyvat High. Expecting another normal year in your high school life. But why is there so many people suddenly courting you?!?! And why is there suddenly so many missing students?!?!

Cats (=^ェ^=) || Genshin Impact X GN Reader

In which, you decided to adopt a cat, alone in a box on a windy yet cold night. Taking care of it, just as a normal master would do. What's not normal, however, is a beautiful, handsome man in your apartment instead of your cat!?!

3 MONTHS, 3 DAYS, AND 33 MINUTES || Alhaitham X GN Reader

In which you confessed to your crush, Alhaitham. And he gives you 3 months, 3 days and 33 minutes for you to make him fall for you. Let the rollercoaster of chaos begin!

IDIOT GAMER! || Househusband Scaramouche x GN Reader

in which, a sassy and bitter househusband, and his beloved, idiotic streamer of a lover got married! what a lovely occasion. now, for the married life in a newer, and bigger apartment.

That Time I Got Reincarnated As A Mushroom Maiden || Genshin Impact Cast x Female Reader

Congratulations, you're dead! You got hit by Taxi - kun and died from blood loss. Now, you're awoken at a dark cave that was only lit by a single, huge mushroom in the center. As many cute little.. mushrooms? surround you. Hold on, was your head always this heavy?

Genshin SAGAU || Yandere Genshin Impact X Gender Neutral Reader

⚠ WARNING ⚠ THIS MASTERLIST INCLUDES; CULTISM, YANDERE BEHAVIOR, MENTIONS OF RELIGIONS, SACRIFICES, MURDER, ETC. PLEASE BRACE YOURSELF BEFORE PROCEEDING.

Genshin Impact

The Beliefs of A Fair Mistress — Qingfu || Yeo's Genshin Impact OC

POV: You refuse to acknowledge that you're in love with that annoying ginger || Childe X Tsundere GN Reader

Genshin Concepts That Yeo Has Randomly In Their Mind

Genshin Impact with a Reader that is the most amazing piano player in all of Teyvat, but their personality not matching what they do quite well..

Genshin Impact with a Motherly Travel Companion Reader

Genshin Impact except Reader is a wolf hybrid (like Gorou)

Genshin Impact Concepts Yeo's mind pooped out

How to live a normal High School life while also being kind to people! Guide 101 || Yandere Dainsleif X GN Reader

Yandere Characters

Yandere Ex Bf Al-Haitham.. But with a plot twist?

Assassin Reader who's plan is to kill the character but they're always two steps ahead of them and keeps up the chase because they've grown fond of it.. and you as well

“ Please break up with me. ” — MULTIPLE CHARACTERS FROM MULTIPLE FANDOMS

This Masterlist will update as soon as another fic has been uploaded! I hope to see you then!

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★ . Male/Gender neutral reader.

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★ . Isg (bttm) x Any character

★ . Dub-con, yandere, dark content, somnophilia, abo, polyamory/threesome, crossdressing, pet names

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Blue lock rin, sae, shidou, ness, kaiser, reo. Bungou Stray Dogs ranpo, fyodor, tetchō, chuuya. Mo Dao Zu Shi wei ying, jiang cheng. NU: carnival kuya, eiden, blade. YTTD shin tsukimi, sou hiyori, rio ranger, kageyama ranmaru, tsuguri mai. Genshin Impact kazuha, alhaitham, heizou, keqing, yelan, eula. Milgram muu, mikoto, fuuta.