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the never ending working in progress of a work in progress...

#productivity is adding two paras and leaving it again for another indefinite period #delete later

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i am begging you all to stop treating this site like instagram if you dont want it to be content free by next year

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Neuvilette & Wriothesley | fluff ideadump

a/n: wishing all a late happy valentine’s day!!

Neuvilette in his dragon form, getting much needed rest in his abode when Wriothesley’s sudden appearance at his door him catches him off guard. To say Neuvilette is a bit embarrassed is an understatement- no one has seen him like this since the early centuries, let alone the Melusines.

He scoots closer to the wall of the cavern and away from his comfortable spot under the sun, attempting to put some distance between them.

Wriothesley splays his hands in the air, explaining he’s there at Sigewinne’s and Clorinde’s request to deliver a care package, and a welfare check, given his rare leave of absence after a particular stressful period of work.

“I’ll just leave it here and go,” he says, picking up on Neuvilette’s discomfort. The usually confident Index averts his gaze, head turned away and his tail coiled around himself.

Wriothesley tries to leave, but he can’t really; the sound of Neuvilette’s laboured breathing and the sight of his discoloured scales make him hesitate. He doesn’t know what dragon scales should look like, but surely it can’t be the dull grey sheen dusting over Neuvilette’s body.

Wriothesley ends up staying, much to the dragon’s dismay. He hasn’t moved from his spot near the wall, but his eyes betray his desire to move back to the sunny spot in the middle of the cavern.

“It’s just me, Neuvilette.” Wriothesley reassures with a hearty laugh. “Nothing to be embarrassed about.” He tosses his coat to a corner and folds his sleeves, getting to work at tidying the place, sweeping the stairs that lead out of the cavern and whistling absentmindedly as he does. It takes a while, but Neuvilette eventually grows comfortable enough and moves back to his original position, laying his head over his body like a dog blissfully soaking up the sun.

Wriothesley begins brewing medicinal teas and offers Neuvilette the nutritional snacks the head nurse has packed, as well as supplements Clorinde contributed. Neuvilette obediently takes them, bowing his head in gratitude. When Wriothesley runs a hand over his snout, the judge huffs, a puff of warm air rushing around him.

Wriothesley brushes his fur, smoothing through the tangles and later sets up a burner with essential oils to aid him in decompressing. He also, for reasons unknown even to himself, decides to toss a blanket over him. It’s comedically small compared to his giant body, but Wriothesley dusts his hands with a proud beam. Neuvilette has dozed off, his breathing more steadied and relaxed.

The exhaustion is catching up to him too, and Wriothesley lays next to him, eventually falling asleep.

When he wakes, Neuvilette has returned to his human form, naked and curled under the blanket, huddled near him for warmth. Wriothesley pulls the blanket over Neuvilette’s bare shoulder and secures an arm around his waist to hold him closer. His body is warm from the sun, but the air is cool. He can’t have the Index falling sick, not after he’s spent a whole day nursing him back to health, can he?

He lazes a bit more on the mossy ground before helping Neuvilette to his chambers, laying him onto the soft mattress. Wriothesley contemplates staying a little longer, smoothing the creases of Neuvilette’s frown.

It won’t be long before he’s back at the Palais, back to his demanding schedule, to his little residence in the city. Wriothesley wonders if the apartment is too cramped for a dragon, if its kitchen is equipped with whatever health supplements he’s fed him today. He ought to make a trip there one day.

Wriothesley decides he’s in no hurry to leave.

#genshin impact #genshin #原神 #genshin minific #genshin fic #genshin drabbles #neuvilette #wriothesley #neuvilette x wriothesley #wriothesley x neuvillette #wriolette #neuvithesley #nomelwelloy

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Oh- a tipsy Alhaitham running his fingers through the ends of Kaveh’s hair, his ministrations slow and thoughtful.

Kaveh has been rattling on about something, leaving his cup completely untouched. Maybe it’s about the newest Genius Invocation card deck- the topics are shuttling back and forth between him and his colleague and it’s too much of a hassle to keep up. Kaveh is animated, eyes glittering as he taps his card back repeatedly, as though completely unaware of Haitham’s actions.

Reclined in the booth’s divan with his arm propped along the seat back, Haitham curls a stray blonde lock and tucks it behind Kaveh’s ear, letting his fingers follow the length of hair as it’s laid over his shoulders. He continues weaving gold strands between his fingers, gaze tracing them to the tips that fade to brown.

“What do we have here…” the colleague sitting across him leans in with an ugly, teasing look. “Look at you, so docile…” he slurs, making the snark remark with a crooked grin. “Who knew the mighty scribe had such a side... Makes you wonder what he’s like in bed, huh?” He jokes to the others sitting around him, and this earns a smatter of howls and laughs in agreement.

Haitham has had a bit more to drink than he’d liked tonight, but despite feeling a little more than buzzed, he turns to him with a bored expression, “Where else am to look, if not at my lover?” Haitham replies in a flat tone. “You should worry less about my sex life, and more about how to keep yours out of everyone’s business. We don’t need your one-night stands showing up at lunch and screaming the roofs down now, do we?”

The table falls silent, and his colleague falters, blinking slowly before his face turns a bright red. Kaveh’s incessant chatter eventually trails off as he too grows aware of the sudden tension.

“How dare you,” his colleague snipes back with an acidic tone, lips pulled into an ugly scowl.

Haitham sighs like he’s bored, lifting his cup halfway to his lips when at this moment, his eyes suddenly light up. “How dare I?”

Without warning, his hand still in Kaveh’s hair snakes up the back of his head as he guides Kaveh to meet his lips in a slow, passionate kiss. Hot, open-mouthed and absolutely debauched, Haitham slides his tongue over Kaveh’s, gently tugging his head back to gain deeper access into his warm mouth. He’s well aware of the outright stares, but it doesn’t stop him from sucking Kaveh’s tongue and running his own along the insides of his cheeks, and Haitham can only think of how much Kaveh tastes like fruit tea. Had he not had a single drop of wine since sitting down?

Haitham can feel Kaveh’s balled fists twisting his clothes in a silent and vehement protest, but Haitham sinks his teeth into Kaveh's lower lip to prevent him from escaping.

There’s a loud clatter and Haitham spies from the corner of his eye his colleague kicking the chair as he storms out of the tavern. A couple others follow him, stumbling over themselves.

It is only then that Haitham finally releases Kaveh’s mouth with a soft peck brushed over his now slightly swollen lips. But despite this gentling, Kaveh is incandescent with rage and embarrassment. His cheeks are flushed a henna berry crimson to the tip of his ears (cute, thinks a dazed Haitham) and he can only stare daggers at Haitham while their colleagues look on with equal parts envy and incredulousness.

“Alhaitham-”

“Cards! Cards- did you see Cyno’s latest deck? It’s amazing- I heard he commissioned Calx himself!” Someone pipes up and the table breaks into an uproar once more, discordant conversations picking up and overlapping one another. There’s more chattering and clinking of glasses and bottles while Haitham returns to the quiet of his mind again. He sinks back the rest of his drink and into the plush cushions. Kaveh reluctantly tears his eyes away from Haitham, attempting to ease back into the conversation he was so abruptly snatched from.

Haitham returns to his previous ministrations, and he carts two fingers loosely through the hair just above Kaveh’s ear, brushing against it as he coils gold over his shoulder.

This time, Kaveh’s cheeks are stained scarlet and his eyes keep straying towards Haitham. Haitham continues his movements, silently pleased at having won his attention. Now it was only a matter of how long Kaveh could resist.

#happy bday alhaitham <33 #genshin impact #genshin fic #genshin minific #原神 #genshin drabble #haikaveh #kavetham #alhaitham #kaveh #kaveh x alhaitham #alhaitham x kaveh #nomelwelloy

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Childe & Zhongli drabble

| modern au, sfw, (childe just flirts)

a/n: if anyone's interested in this becoming a miniseries, lmk! it’ll mean a lot <3 happy reading :)

reblogs are also very appreciated!

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“What do you want?”

He asks into the dark, his voice quiet and low. The air-conditioning hums imperceptibly in the background, barely heard above the creak of a chair as Zhongli takes his seat behind his desk.

It’s as good as a throne, Childe thinks, appreciating the way the florescent lights from the city below silhouette the looming frame of the chair. It shrouds Zhongli in shadow, and it only adds to the mystery of his actions, of why Childe was summoned here at such a late hour. Childe cannot recall anything he might have done wrong, and he decides instead to try and relax as he stands before him, like a guard awaiting instructions.

Neither have bothered with the lights since they stepped into the office. Childe watches a small orange flame come to life with the click of a lighter, and Zhongli lights his pipe to take a slow, thoughtful drag.

“You’ve risen the ranks faster than most,” he begins, “And you have contributed much to the business. Now, you are here," he gestures at the room, “by the strong recommendation of your supervisor for a promotion,” he takes another drag. “One cannot help but wonder what is it you are truly after."

Childe lets the words sink in, and he has to take a moment to think before he replies, “Nothing,”

Truthfully, his mind has been elsewhere this whole time, enraptured by Zhongli's every movement. Whatever he did, his eyes naturally seemed to follow.

He's seen Zhongli sink a knife into a man’s chest and twist it like a key in a lock, hold another’s head underwater without batting an eye. And all the while, Childe had found himself paralyzed by a feeling that made his lungs stall and heart pound. (No, it isn’t fear, because Childe could do twice as much and barely feel his pulse skip.)

Even now, though his eyes struggle to discern his broad frame from the shadows, he cannot look away when Zhongli takes another drag from his pipe to dispel a cloud from his lips…

“Oh?” Zhongli chuckles, and the cloud is scattered into the darkness. “Let me help you spell it out: if you want to kill me, now’s your best shot.”

Childe blinks, a little taken aback, yet amused at his forwardness. “Thank you,” he replies with a lighthearted chuckle, “but I’ve never had any intention of hurting you in the slightest, ever.” He feels the weight of Zhongli’s gaze on him; picking him apart, peeling back his skin, scrutinising every fibre of his thought, his intention, of his being. Childe has seen that look on him, and rarely ever do things bode well for those who have received it.

“And I should believe you?” he questions, gently expelling another puff of smoke, and his gaze eventually drifts to the window. “Don’t let a good opportunity go to waste.” He mutters, something distant about his voice.

“I assure you,” Childe hopes he sounds as earnest as he looks with his palms splayed against the air. “I don't want to do anything. I just… want to be good at this job. It's the only thing that has worked out for me.”

Zhongli puts away his pipe and pours himself a glass of whiskey, emptying it in one gulp. He pours another, but this time, as if his attention has shifted elsewhere, he sets the glass down on the table.

“Come,” he says to him after a moment’s thought.

Childe’s feet move on their own towards the desk, and Zhongli indicates for him to come around it. He holds out his gloved hand, palm turned downwards.

“Remove it,”

At this distance, Childe can make out the faint contour of his sharp features, his amber eyes taking on a dark garnet in his light, and he feels like he's being sucked into a vortex. His eyes drop to the ring on Zhongli's outstretched hand, the dull silver band that's wrapped around his thumb.

An accessory or gift, Childe lets himself wonder for a brief moment. He carefully removes it, placing it on the desk with a soft thud. He glances up, and Zhongli prompts him again with a lift of his finger.

With steady hands, he gently removes the glove, and he quietly gasps. In the silence of the room, it is deafening. He immediately regrets it, yet part of him cannot bring himself to pull away.

“The sleeve,” Zhongli prompts once more when Childe has stilled.

He does as he’s told, rolling the sleeve up to his elbow. It’s as if Zhongli's arm was dipped in black paint, smeared up to his bicep where it begins to fade into pale skin. Almost to check if it were real, Childe touches his arm, until he realises it is neither paint nor dust, nor injury. “Sir-”

In an unforeseen move Zhongli grabs his wrist in an iron-tight grip, and the back of his hand begins to glow a soft golden light in the shape of a diamond. The illuminated marks run a line along his forearm and disappear up his sleeve. Where they continue, Childe is only left to imagine.

His amber eyes return, pulsing like embers in a fire. “If you lie to me,” he growls, leaving his statement unfinished, but the subtlest curl of his lip suggests a challenge veiled behind that threat.

There is no possibility of leaving the organisation alive now, not after witnessing something like this. Yet, of all the emotions he should be experiencing, a newfound confidence begins to swell in him- along with something else, something that causes his heart to hammer in a way he knows that if he accepts all this before him, he���s done for. There’s no going back now.

Ignoring all warnings of his rational mind, Childe leans in to brush his lips against Zhongli’s inner wrist, and it earns an audible gasp from the latter. “What are you doing-”

The latter lags, and Childe takes advantage of this to turn his hand over and press his lips to the illuminated diamond etched into Zhongli's skin. He gaze darts up to meet with Zhongli, whose usually stoic expression is betrayed by a wrinkle between his brow, illuminated by the ambient glow of his tattoos.

Childe forces his voice steady. “I pledge my loyalty and life to the cause,” he breathes, his stomach fluttering and his blood singing, “to you,”

Zhongli immediately yanks his hand away, and the glowing embers of his eyes begin to simmer with rage. All other emotions are wiped clean from his face. He promptly pulls his sleeve down and grabs his glove.

Childe feels the burn of his brief gaze sweep over him, and he wills his knees not to give out right there and then. He can only watch as Zhongli storms out the room, slamming the doors shut behind him.

Childe is left in the dark, his mind whirling in the remains of Zhongli's smoke and cologne. He is frozen to the spot for a good minute, and when he finally comes to his senses, he feels like he might puke.

“Fuck…” he mutters, grabbing the crystal glass and downing its contents in one gulp. The whiskey burns his throat, moving like lava down his oesophagus, settling into his stomach like tamed fire.

It barely calms his nerves, but he’ll need more than that for what he’s just done. He’s really fucked up this time.

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Childe & Zhongli drabble

| modern au, sfw, (childe just flirts)

a/n: if anyone's interested in this becoming a miniseries, lmk! it’ll mean a lot <3 happy reading :)

reblogs are also very appreciated!

.｡.:*☆

“What do you want?”

He asks into the dark, his voice quiet and low. The air-conditioning hums imperceptibly in the background, barely heard above the creak of a chair as Zhongli takes his seat behind his desk.

It’s as good as a throne, Childe thinks, appreciating the way the florescent lights from the city below silhouette the looming frame of the chair. It shrouds Zhongli in shadow, and it only adds to the mystery of his actions, of why Childe was summoned here at such a late hour. Childe cannot recall anything he might have done wrong, and he decides instead to try and relax as he stands before him, like a guard awaiting instructions.

Neither have bothered with the lights since they stepped into the office. Childe watches a small orange flame come to life with the click of a lighter, and Zhongli lights his pipe to take a slow, thoughtful drag.

“You’ve risen the ranks faster than most,” he begins, “And you have contributed much to the business. Now, you are here," he gestures at the room, “by the strong recommendation of your supervisor for a promotion,” he takes another drag. “One cannot help but wonder what is it you are truly after."

Childe lets the words sink in, and he has to take a moment to think before he replies, “Nothing,”

Truthfully, his mind has been elsewhere this whole time, enraptured by Zhongli's every movement. Whatever he did, his eyes naturally seemed to follow.

He's seen Zhongli sink a knife into a man’s chest and twist it like a key in a lock, hold another’s head underwater without batting an eye. And all the while, Childe had found himself paralyzed by a feeling that made his lungs stall and heart pound. (No, it isn’t fear, because Childe could do twice as much and barely feel his pulse skip.)

Even now, though his eyes struggle to discern his broad frame from the shadows, he cannot look away when Zhongli takes another drag from his pipe to dispel a cloud from his lips…

“Oh?” Zhongli chuckles, and the cloud is scattered into the darkness. “Let me help you spell it out: if you want to kill me, now’s your best shot.”

Childe blinks, a little taken aback, yet amused at his forwardness. “Thank you,” he replies with a lighthearted chuckle, “but I’ve never had any intention of hurting you in the slightest, ever.” He feels the weight of Zhongli’s gaze on him; picking him apart, peeling back his skin, scrutinising every fibre of his thought, his intention, of his being. Childe has seen that look on him, and rarely ever do things bode well for those who have received it.

“And I should believe you?” he questions, gently expelling another puff of smoke, and his gaze eventually drifts to the window. “Don’t let a good opportunity go to waste.” He mutters, something distant about his voice.

“I assure you,” Childe hopes he sounds as earnest as he looks with his palms splayed against the air. “I don't want to do anything. I just… want to be good at this job. It's the only thing that has worked out for me.”

Zhongli puts away his pipe and pours himself a glass of whiskey, emptying it in one gulp. He pours another, but this time, as if his attention has shifted elsewhere, he sets the glass down on the table.

“Come,” he says to him after a moment’s thought.

Childe’s feet move on their own towards the desk, and Zhongli indicates for him to come around it. He holds out his gloved hand, palm turned downwards.

“Remove it,”

At this distance, Childe can make out the faint contour of his sharp features, his amber eyes taking on a dark garnet in his light, and he feels like he's being sucked into a vortex. His eyes drop to the ring on Zhongli's outstretched hand, the dull silver band that's wrapped around his thumb.

An accessory or gift, Childe lets himself wonder for a brief moment. He carefully removes it, placing it on the desk with a soft thud. He glances up, and Zhongli prompts him again with a lift of his finger.

With steady hands, he gently removes the glove, and he quietly gasps. In the silence of the room, it is deafening. He immediately regrets it, yet part of him cannot bring himself to pull away.

“The sleeve,” Zhongli prompts once more when Childe has stilled.

He does as he’s told, rolling the sleeve up to his elbow. It’s as if Zhongli's arm was dipped in black paint, smeared up to his bicep where it begins to fade into pale skin. Almost to check if it were real, Childe touches his arm, until he realises it is neither paint nor dust, nor injury. “Sir-”

In an unforeseen move Zhongli grabs his wrist in an iron-tight grip, and the back of his hand begins to glow a soft golden light in the shape of a diamond. The illuminated marks run a line along his forearm and disappear up his sleeve. Where they continue, Childe is only left to imagine.

His amber eyes return, pulsing like embers in a fire. “If you lie to me,” he growls, leaving his statement unfinished, but the subtlest curl of his lip suggests a challenge veiled behind that threat.

There is no possibility of leaving the organisation alive now, not after witnessing something like this. Yet, of all the emotions he should be experiencing, a newfound confidence begins to swell in him- along with something else, something that causes his heart to hammer in a way he knows that if he accepts all this before him, he’s done for. There’s no going back now.

Ignoring all warnings of his rational mind, Childe leans in to brush his lips against Zhongli’s inner wrist, and it earns an audible gasp from the latter. “What are you doing-”

The latter lags, and Childe takes advantage of this to turn his hand over and press his lips to the illuminated diamond etched into Zhongli's skin. He gaze darts up to meet with Zhongli, whose usually stoic expression is betrayed by a wrinkle between his brow, illuminated by the ambient glow of his tattoos.

Childe forces his voice steady. “I pledge my loyalty and life to the cause,” he breathes, his stomach fluttering and his blood singing, “to you,”

Zhongli immediately yanks his hand away, and the glowing embers of his eyes begin to simmer with rage. All other emotions are wiped clean from his face. He promptly pulls his sleeve down and grabs his glove.

Childe feels the burn of his brief gaze sweep over him, and he wills his knees not to give out right there and then. He can only watch as Zhongli storms out the room, slamming the doors shut behind him.

Childe is left in the dark, his mind whirling in the remains of Zhongli's smoke and cologne. He is frozen to the spot for a good minute, and when he finally comes to his senses, he feels like he might puke.

“Fuck…” he mutters, grabbing the crystal glass and downing its contents in one gulp. The whiskey burns his throat, moving like lava down his oesophagus, settling into his stomach like tamed fire.

It barely calms his nerves, but he’ll need more than that for what he’s just done. He’s really fucked up this time.

#genshin #genshin impact #原神 #genshin minific #genshin drabbles #tartali #zhongchi #zhongli #childe #childe x zhongli #zhongli x childe #nomelwelloy

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Neuvilette & Wriothesley drabble | fluff

a/n: been sitting in the drafts for a while! wish we can have a ball-themed event or smth (new skins too maybe winky wink) but anyway enjoy this lil drabble!<3

Neuvilette and Wriothesley at a ball- it’s all stolen glances from across the room, busy tending to their companions and missing opportunities to talk to each other. A polite nod, an inclined wine glass and a hand over his mouth to hide a smile when Wriothesley does a little dancing jig.

When they do finally meet, it’s in the garden, but Neuvilette is busy entertaining guests. Wriothesley worms his way through the crowd, a hand reaching out to gently cup the judge’s elbow, and a flash of a charming smile when he successfully has his attention.

“Might I steal you away for a moment?”

Neuvilette is a little stunned at the sudden interruption. He falters, “I’m afraid you will have to wait, this gentleman and I were in the middle of an extremely intriguing conversation-”

“Sigewinne said it was urgent,” Wriothesley lies without flinching, even adding a subtle frown for good measure. “She sounded rather anxious.”

Neuvilette, looking rather alarmed at this point swiftly excuses himself, and he lets Wriothesley lead him out the garden. “Is everything all right? Is she feeling unwell?”

Of course, everything is fine. Sigewinne is having cider and engaged in conversation with Aether and Paimon. Neuvilette even overhears something about exchanging recipes. He turns to Wriothesley, who feigns confusion.

“Oh, I must've been mistaken,” he shrugs, shooting Neuvilette an innocent smile. “Since you’re here, how about a dance?”

Neuvilette sighs. “Wriothesley,” a leveled gaze and a slow turn of his head, he looked neither amused, nor displeased.

“Come now,” Wriothesley tries his luck, knowing Neuvilette well enough to see that there was still room for persuasion. He extends one hand while he takes Neuvilette’s glass with another, setting it down on the nearest marble counter. “Just one, for old times’ sake?”

The judge is hesitant, glancing between him and the other attendees. “I will have to politely decline. In this area, I am but a fish out of water-”

Wriothesley grabs his hand, deftly pulling him into position. In a blink of an eye, they are falling in rhythm with the music, floating over marble tiles and twirling through the dancing crowd. “That wasn’t so bad now, was it?”

Neuvilette sighs once more, but this time it is accompanied by a small curl of his lips. “It was a very enlightening dialogue-”

“Tell me, I want to know,” Wriothesley grins. He steps closer, tightening his hold on him as he guides them across the floor, never once missing a step. “I’m all ears,”

#they've got me giggling and kicking my feet!!!! #wriothesley #neuvilette #genshin #原神 #genshin impact #wriolette #genshin drabbles #wriothesley x neuvillette #neuvilette x wriothesley #neuvithesley #nomelwelloy

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Althaitham / Kaveh masterlist

a/n: generally neutral pairing, either dynamic works!

Drabbles / Scenarios:

Flustered Kaveh On A Hot Day

Alhaitham Finds Kaveh Asleep in His Bed

Kaveh Finds Alhaitham Asleep on The Sofa

Alhaitham Brings Kaveh Food

Kaveh Passes the Library

Some Mornings and Kaveh is Late To Work

Alhaitham is Sick

Shopping for Dinner

After Akademiya Extravaganza

Kaveh Gardening on a Sunny Day

Drunk!Kaveh antics:

Going Home Kaveh Being a Handful Reading Unable to Find Alhaitham Alhaitham Comforting Kaveh

Kaveh Lingering By The Sofa As Alhaitham Sleeps

Idea dumps:

Alhaitham Smoking Secretly When He's Stressed

Modern au, Kaveh and Haitham Office worker idea

Kaveh Packing Extra Food for Alhaitham

Alhaitham Comes Home After A Long Day of Work

Kaveh on a Worktrip and Missing Home

Student Days

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Neuvilette / Wriothesley Masterlist

a/n: generally neutral pairing, either dynamic works!

Drabbles:

Wriothesley and Neuvilette at the Amusement Park (ft Sigewinne)

At a Ball

Neuvilette:

His Ribbon Collection

#genshin impact #genshin #原神 #genshin minific #genshin drabbles #neuvilette #wriothesley #wriolette #neuvithesley #neuvilette / wriothesley masterlist #nomelwelloy

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hi guys! im thinking of whether to move my writing back to my primary blog ghjdkhgjflskd i know im so indecise like that but its just an idea so id like to hear your thoughts!

also if anyone has had this issue before, how did you settle on your decision...arghdgkhj

thank you :')

#so indecisive right now #but i feel like interaction of the posts were better on the pri? #i know i shouldnt be concerned about stats but the diff is hard to ignore #rant!!!

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Alhaitham & Kaveh drabble | light angst

It's a quiet Friday night. Kaveh is draped over the back of the sofa, transfixed on his sleeping roommate’s face.

The dim glow of the crystal lamp dusts a soft yellow glow across Haitham’s face. Even in his sleep, he is largely expressionless, save for the occasional movement under his eyelids and the briefest twitch of his brow. His book rests on his chest with his finger still between the pages of where he’d stopped before sleep stole him away.

Despite his alcohol-hazy and fatigue-fogged mind, Kaveh recognises the title as one of Haitham’s newest reads, picked up at the start of the week- amongst three other titles. Was he a speed-reader? How many words did he capture at a glance? Kaveh wonders, when Haitham reads, if pictures form in his mind, or are abstract ideas contained in the shape, weight, and sound of the words.

He touches his forehead with his fingertip, as though he can connect to his thoughts and reach somewhere beneath his stony facade. Alas, there is no way to read Haitham, no matter how hard he tries; He is a blueprint Kaveh may study ten thousand times, but never be able to figure it’s labyrinthine layers, always stuck at sharp angles and convoluted diagrams that lead to nowhere.

Kaveh’s eyes trace over Haitham’s lips, and his hand follows in its wake. His finger trails along his cupid’s bow, thumb sweeping over the swell of his bottom lip.

Kaveh bites down on his own lower lip, teeth worrying the already broken skin as an undeniable ache to press his own against Haitham’s blooms in his chest.

It’s a familiar feeling, one that has not surfaced for a long time- deadened by the belief that Haitham did not see him as anything more than a broken bird he saved out of pity; the snuffed out Light of Kshahrewar now crawling in soot and ashes.

Albeit this, the old flame flickers to life in his chest, weak but alight. And it is that which forces him over the edge of the sofa, leaning in as close as he dares to. A lock of hair comes loose from his ponytail and it gently sweeps across Haitham’s cheek. His trembling fingers are digging into the sofa seat and he struggles to balance on the balls of his feet.

Without warning, Haitham stretches, his eyes fluttering open in slow blinks. Kaveh falters and fails to recover in time, and he teeters over the sofa.

A series of grunts and curses and more groans follow as Haitham is pinned under him and tries to get Kaveh’s elbow off his chest.

“What the hell are you doing?” Haitham hisses, struggling to breathe with Kaveh’s knee still on his stomach.

“Shit, sorry,” Kaveh mumbles, scrambling to get off but his limbs have turned to jelly and he’s not doing much except fall over Haitham again.

“Stop moving,” Haitham tries to grab him by the elbows but Kaveh isn’t listening and accidentally knees Haitham in the groin. Haitham hisses with a low curse and tightens his grip on him. “Stop,” he growls, the flash of irritation in his tone reflecting in his eyes.

Kaveh’s tongue turns to stone and all he can manage is wordless gaping. He’s perched atop Haitham and straddling his lap, and Kaveh’s cheeks grow hot at the realisation, but he’s bound by that single word that forces him to remain obediently still. “Sorry,” is all he can manage.

Haitham breathes sharply, brows furrowed while he regains his composure. “If it’s that game where you try to walk the shortest possible distance from the door to your room, I swear-”

“Can I go now?” Kaveh asks, vaguely aware of how distant his voice sounds form his body- disembodied, he recalls the word to be- his mind is elsewhere too, trying to distract from how close they are. His heartbeat pounds in his ears and all he can feel is that warmth radiating from beneath him, separated only by a few layers of fabric.

Kaveh manages to stand, swaying unsteadily even with Haitham’s help, before he quickly shuffles away from him. He’s halfway to his room when he realises his hair tie has come loose, and he glances over his shoulder to the sofa for it, but his mind goes blank when their eyes meet.

Haitham drops the hair tie in his hands on his way to his own room, but not before shooting him an odd look. When Kaveh refuses to meet his gaze, however, he eventually bids him goodnight and disappears behind his door.

Kaveh grips the hair tie in a death grip, teeth worrying his lip as he wills himself not to cry. What had compelled him to attempt a kiss of all things, he could not fathom- least of all Haitham’s serious lack of reaction. Had he actually read him wrong this whole time, or was it just in his head?

His colleagues often touted liquid courage as a supposed help with matters such as these, but perhaps it was that Kaveh lacked any at all in the first place.

#alhaitham #kaveh #alhaitham x kaveh #kaveh x alhaitham #we love a pining kaveh #kavetham #haikaveh #原神 #genshin #genshin impact #genshin drabbles #nomelwelloy #been stewing in the drafts for a while

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Neuvilette & Wriothesley drabble | fluff

a/n: kinda modern au kinda not, wish hat jellyfish beanies were real… also forgot to mention this was inspired by that one ep in ‘the masterful cat is depressed again’ ;; (that show is so good) [edited]

"You look nice," he has the slightest curl on the corner of his lips. "I don't think I've ever seen you in casual clothes." he catches the light dusting of pink over Neuvilette's cheeks. "Are these new?"

His cheeks darken further. He had had no other choice. All there were in his wardrobe were his work robes, and when he realised this it was already too late; the day out of the outing had come. Neuvilette clears his throat, his mind flashing back to a mere two hours ago at the boutique. "Yes," he picks at the collar of his dress shirt. "You can tell?" he wonders quietly to himself.

There's a delayed beat of silence when they come to a stop at the traffic crossing.

"It doesn't smell like you,"

Neuvilette turns away to hide the growing flush on his cheeks, but alas, the red reaches even the tip of his ears.

Wriothesley bites back another grin, both embarrassed at his words yet dizzingly proud to have elicited such a reaction from the judge. "Also, the tag is still here,"

"Ah," he calmly responds. Neuvilette rips it off and stuffs it into his pocket, still unable to meet his eye. "Shall we cross?" The pedestrian light flickers to green then and he strides ahead and leaves Wriothesley jogging to catch up with him.

"Thank you for accompanying me today," he cracks another grin, sharp canine peeking from under his lip. "I didn't think I'd be able to get the Chief Justice to go out, let alone to the amusement park."

"If Sigewinne wants to go," Neuvilitte corrects. "Of course I have to come,"

They reach the entrance, spotting her up ahead. She's already geared up in her blubberbeast-themed novelty hat, balloon corsage and her eyes are glittering with an excitement visible from even a mile away.

Wriothesley waves back and they join the entry queue, while Sigewinne is distracted by another amusement park goer, eyes glued to his hat jellyfish beanie.

"Well then, I suppose I'll have to get Sigewinne out more often." Wriothesley says with a wistful sigh. "But she's already so busy, I'd hate to trouble her..."

Neuvilette eyes him warily, yet slightly amused. "And I am not?"

Wriothesely gently urges him further into the queue with a small hand on his back, an easy motion that comes without much thought. "Of course, but I'd hate to see the great Chief Justice overworked."

"I'll think about it," Neuvilette passes their tickets to the staff and thanks her, finally clearing the entrance. "No promises,"

Wriothesley briefly leans in, "That's good enough for me," he says quietly, letting his words brush past his ear before he's strolling ahead to join Sigewinne.

Neuvilette bites back a sigh, yet not at entirely displeased. He adjusts his coat and gives it a firm tug, like he does every time before entering court.

He joins them, barely resisting Wriothesley's when the hat jellyfish beanie is placed upon on him.

#neuvilette #wriothesley #wriolette #neuvithesley #genshin #genshin drabble #genshin impact #genshin minific #原神 #fluff #nomelwelloy

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Word of Honour drabble | fluff

a/n: suddenly had an urge to write for wenzhou so this my humble contribution<3

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Zhou Zi Shu has made many attempts to read tonight, but his eyes constantly strayed to the doors of the manor, which have been shut since early morning. The house was silent- not unusual, but there was something deep in his gut that wouldn’t let him settle into his chair with a freshly brewed cup of tea, or drift off peacefully into his afternoon snooze; Wen Ke Xing was up to something, he could feel it in his bones.

It was late now, and the early winter wind was biting into his skin. He had to close the windows, light the burners, heaters and he has brewed another pot of tea- although he’d much rather have his snacks with wine- but he doesn't touch either. The moment he heard the doors creak open, those familiar footsteps padding across wood floors, he pursed his lips, warming up a light chastise until-

-his lover appeared before him, dirt streaks on his face and his hair lightly mussed, but it doesn’t mar the boyish grin on his face. Wen Ke Xing produced a his gift from behind his back; a beautifully carved piece of glass lightly infused with shades of pink, green and blue is laid out for Zhou Zi Shu.

"Do you like it?" His glittering eyes betrayed his efforts to contain his excitement.

Zhou Zi Shu does not say a word, attempting to stretch out the silence, emphasizing his discontent.

"What's wrong?" Wen Ke Xing leaned over, his eyes sparkling and lips worried between his teeth, but it does not erase his mischievous grin. "Are you upset?"

"Where have you been the whole day?" Zhou Zi Shu attempted a calm inquiry, but the dirt streaks on Ke Xing’s face were so distracting, it forced him to reach up and wipe them away. “What happened to you?” He asked, this time more curious than anything. He tried to thumb the mark on his cheek away, resorting to using his sleeve when it resisted.

The pout on Wen Ke Xing’s face was immediately swapped for a smile, as he lowered to the ground, moving closer to make it easier for Zi Shu to reach him. “It seems you were worried about me,” he nudged his arm. “Ah Xu, I didn’t know you cared about me this much,“

Zhou Zi Shu clicked his tongue in annoyance, and with a roll of his eyes, flicks his hand away. “I couldn’t sit still the whole day because of you. What were you up to?”

“I was just strolling through town,” Wen Ke Xing answered honestly, sitting obediently whilst Zi Shu grabbed a wet towel to clean his face. He presented the hairpin once again, “And then I saw this. Don’t you like it?” His lips pulled into a practiced pout, one he knew Zi Shu could not resist for long. “You should try it on! Here, I’ll help you.”

He kneels behind him- unfazed even when Zi Shu clicked his tongue again- sliding the glass pin into his top bun. Ke Xing turned them towards the mirror. “Oh no…” he shook his head, “You can’t go out like this. Our Ah Xu looks absolutely stunning! Others are sure to steal you away now.”

Zhou Zi Shu turned to grab his face with one hand, so his cheeks were squished like a squirrel’s, and Zi Shu had to bite his lip from smiling at that thought. “You really…” he sighed, lightly pinching his cheek. “Next time, don’t leave without saying anything. Let me know if you’re going into town,”

“You were that worried about me?” Wen Kexing teased.

“So I can remind you to buy wine, silly. We’ve got nothing to pair the snacks with, and that’s my greatest concern of all!”

#wen kexing will always be golden retriever energy in my mind #until he goes into kill mode omg that shit goes offffff #if you liked it #reblogs are greatly appreciated! #wenzhou #wen kexing #zhou zishu #word of honor #wenzhou drabble #word of honor drabble #shan he ling #山河令 #山河令 word of honor #nomelwelloy

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Thoma’s birthday | Ayato & Thoma drabble , fluff

It’s Thoma’s birthday today, and he’s decided to cook some good food for himself, having received a parcel from home. There are many ingredients he hasn’t seen in a while, he’s excited about experimenting with them, incorporating them into the Inazuman recipes he’s come to know and love.

And for a chef must have his patron, he texts Ayato to ask if he’s free for dinner. He replies at two- it must be his lunch break, a late one at that- apologizing that he won’t be able to make it tonight. There’s going to be a meeting and some important documents to file, but there’s no mention of his birthday.

Thoma tries not to let it get to him. Ayato is a busy man, given his position and reputation. Thoma understands his situation, so he reassures him and reminds him to eat on time, along with an encouraging sticker.

Birthday texts from friends and colleagues flood in the rest of the day, and although no one can make it today, they’ve scheduled his belated celebration in the coming days. Ayaka has even booked him for a whole Friday- an escape room and bookstore hopping, before ending the day with a nice dinner at Uyuu restaurant.

Today though, he still goes to get the groceries, undeterred from having a good time. He’ll just have a nice birthday alone. He whips up several dishes (maybe a little too many) and even a calla lily pudding. He has dinner with his favourite movie series on, spends some time calling his family after, but by the end of the night, he finds himself checking his phone every so often.

It’s getting late, and by eleven, he figures his text isn’t coming in. Thoma plants his phone face down on the table, determined to ignore it as he drags himself to pack the leftover food, tidy the place up and pack his bag- he’s still got school the next day.

However, in the middle of packing, he hears a click at the door that makes his heart stops. He stills, hearing the door shut with a quiet thud.

Thoma turns, and Ayato who has just carefully toed his shoes off, beams brightly at the sight of him. “Good, you’re not asleep yet.” He’s relieved, rushing over to envelope him in an affectionate hug. “Happy birthday, Thoma!” Ayato pulls away only to present him a bouquet of whirlwind asters and cecilias from behind his back. “I hope it’s not too late,”

Thoma tries not to cry, but his vision is starting to blur. He shakes his head, “You’re just in time,”

As if on cue, his watch beeps and it’s midnight, a passing over to another day. Thoma grabs him by the collar and pulls him in for a kiss, sighing at the contact of their mouths. It tastes as sweet as rain after a drought.

Ayato runs a hand through his hair, brushing the shell of his ear. “Happy belated birthday… Sorry about not saying anything before, I-“

Thoma silences him with another kiss, brief yet tender. “You’re here now, that’s what matters.” He smiles, “and thank you for the flowers.”

Ayato finds his hand and squeezes it tightly. “I’m glad you like them. Oh and-” he unstacks the containers on the table. “Don’t keep them yet.” He smiles. “Join me for supper?”

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a/n: late post but hbd thoma!!!! dropping this quickly written drabble before inspiration leaves me again lmao hope everyone’s doing well <3

#also please excuse any typos #editing it with my eyes half closed #genshin impact #原神 #genshin minific #genshin #fluff #genshin drabble #thoma #ayato #thomato #thomato drabble #thoma x ayato #ayato x thoma #nomelwelloy

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Alhaitham & Kaveh drabble | fluff

Dusting soil on his pants, he smells of earth and ozone and sweat, and his shirt billows about him like a cloud. The sun hasn’t worn him out, not yet at least, and his smile is dazzling when he hurries into the mini patio, piping up excitedly about the first blooms of spring. He beckons him over, yet already meeting him halfway, and in his elation, grabs his hand in earnest, pulling him towards the gardenia bush.

He gushes about its blooms, gently holding one with both hands as a radiant smile flashing across his face.

Haitham feels his heart skip. It’s a quiet moment for him as Kaveh’s excited chatter turns to a murmur in his ears, but the sight before him is slowly sinking in, immortalising this warmth under the sun.

Kaveh bends down to smell the flower, urging Haitham to do the same.

“It’s nice,” he comments, recalling the familiar note in one of the fragrances Kaveh uses.

“Isn’t it? I was beginning to think they’d never grow but the fertiliser worked! They came back alive…”

Haitham patiently listens as his excited chatter ensues, while dabbing away the beads of sweat on Kaveh’s forehead with his handkerchief. He tucks a loose lock of hair behind his ear and gently pats the side of his head. “Finish up soon, don’t stay out in the sun too long.”

“I can take it,” Kaveh says almost smugly. “Occupational hazard and all,”

That night, Kaveh passes out the second his butt touches the sofa. Haitham ends up having to carry him to bed. “As expected of the mighty architect huh,” he presses a kiss to his flushed cheeks and lightly tanned shoulder. It feels warmer than usual, as though he were still exuding the sun’s rays.

As though Kaveh were the star himself.

In the darkness of the room, Haitham allows himself a smile at the painfully cliched thought, and he presses another kiss to his forehead and retires to his study. He spends the rest of the night reading up on flowers and the methods of perfumery.

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#first drabble in a while so please excuse any typos or weird structures #trying to get back into thingss #literally prayed to the gods for ANY content to write #milking inspo from any scenes of any movies because #DAMN was it drought #but here we are #and hopefully you enjoyed it #:’) #diabetic tooth rotting plaque inducing fluff #原神 #genshin impact #genshin #genshin minific #genshin drabble #haikaveh #kavetham #kaveh x alhaitham #alhaitham x kaveh #Kaveh #alhaitham #nomelwelloy #kavetham drabble

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When real life don’t work out put it in a fic

#coping mech frfr #get over it mech frfr #delete later #I’m sorry it’s been so quiet but you know it’s just that time

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question

do people usually reblog their master list whenever they update it? Or find the og post and update that and leave it as it is?

feel free to share (*☻-☻*)

#would just like to hear some ideas #I’m trying to utilise this master list thing proper #but it feels good to finally be organised lmao #delete later? #interaction