#bee writes genshin

[suguwu]

MOON EATER I THREE

"But truly, Master Diluc—why am I here?"

"I would wed you," he says, flexing his hands in his lap. "If you are amenable to it."

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pairing: diluc ragnvindr x f!reader

notes: i've been sitting on this chapter for a while, so i'm excited to send it out in the world!

content: marriage of convenience, politics, some manipulation, pining, jealousy, some jeanlisa if you squint.

wc: 4k

The winery is almost entirely empty when Diluc steps inside after you. Jean is corralling the few stragglers, giving quiet orders to the remaining knights, her blue eyes as gentle as the summer sky. She’s in ceremonial wear and it hones her; he thinks of a sheathed blade. 

“Jean,” he says. “You don’t need to do that.” 

She turns to face him, a soft smile curling up on her lips. There’s a faint blush on her cheeks, the color of the pearly dawn. It’s the one she gains when she’s caught doing something she knows she shouldn’t.

(“Father,” Diluc said, innocent as a newborn fawn as Jean and Kaeya shifted at his side.  “You wanted to see us?”

His father eyed them with a raised brow. “I don’t suppose the three of you know anything about the pie that went missing from the kitchen.” 

Kaeya fidgeted with his sleeve, his slender fingers working at the cuff of it. Diluc elbowed him in the ribs subtly. “No, Father,” he said.

His father studied each of them carefully. Out of the corner of his eye, Diluc saw the blush rising to Jean’s cheeks, a soft pink that was slowly darkening. 

“Jean?” his father asked.

“I’m sorry!” she cried out, and Diluc groaned.)

“I was just helping—”

“Jean. You don’t need to help.” 

She bites at her lip and Diluc softens. He’d forgotten how much she needed to feel useful. But this close, he can see the bags under her eyes, the deep blue-gray of a stormcloud. “My staff has it under control,” he says. “And you’re a guest.” 

“But—”

“Go home and rest.” 

“I can still—”

“Jean.” 

“Alright,” she says quietly. “I just need to give a few more orders, that’s all.”

He nods and starts to step away.

“Diluc?”

When he turns to face her, he takes a sharp breath. There’s something like sorrow shining through her expression, something bone-deep carved into the curve of her mouth.

“Is this really what you wanted?” she asks. Her voice is gentle, but she’s watching him carefully, her gaze a comet streaking through the sky, the blue of it cutting through the heavens’ tender underbelly. It cuts through him, too.

“I don’t know what you mean,” he says after a moment.  

Jean smiles, starshine at dawn, a slow fade of light. “I thought you might say that.”

Diluc stays quiet, meeting her gaze steadily. 

“You’re as stubborn as ever,” she says, shaking her head, but her voice is fond. 

“Master Diluc? Stubborn? Perish the thought,” Lisa says as she joins them, wrapping her shawl around her pale shoulders. 

Jean heaves out a beleaguered sigh, but she can’t quite hide the twitch of her lips.

Lisa laughs, light and tinkling, looping her arm through Jean’s. “Come on, darling,” she says. “Let’s let the newlyweds have their night, yes?” She throws Diluc a bold wink. 

Heat scorches across his cheeks, a supernova burn. He’s able to disguise his choke as a cough at the last second, though from the glimmer in Lisa’s jade eyes, he hasn’t hidden it well enough. 

“Lisa!” Jean scolds.

The mage laughs again. She’s every inch the cat who got the canary, her lips curling into a delighted little smile. 

“Goodnight, Diluc,” Jean says, all but dragging Lisa away. Lisa lets herself be led, snuggling in close to the blonde as they leave. It smushes some of the roses in her hair, but she doesn’t seem to care that she’s leaving a trail of petals behind. Diluc sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“Sorry about her,” you say as you join him. “She’s a handful.”

“I’m aware.” 

You laugh, picking a cecilia out of your hair and rolling the short stem between your palms. The bloom whirls with it, a ballerina’s tulle skirt, a light dusting of pollen floating down from it to tint your fingers gold. It catches the light as you raise your hand to cover your yawn.

Diluc frowns. “You should go to bed,” he says. “It’s been a long day.” 

You hum. “It has been,” you say. “I don’t suppose you intend to sleep soon?”

“I need to speak with Adelinde.” 

“Alright,” you say. “Good night, then.”

“Good night.” 

He watches you go upstairs, the hem of your dress flowing behind you, a silken spill of moonlight. 

You don’t look back. 

He turns on his heel. Finding Adelinde is easy; she’s in the midst of giving orders to some of the staff. She hands off a mostly-empty platter of tiny, delicate golden-brown pastries to Hillie when she sees him.

“Master Diluc.”

“Adelinde,” he says. “How is the clean up going?”

“We’ll be done with the food soon. The rest can wait until morning, I believe.” 

“Good.”

Adelinde pauses. She looks at him for a moment; her jade eyes have a knife’s edge to them, her gaze an autopsy cut. Her lips draw tight, a wound of a mouth. “You mean to go out tonight.”

“Yes.”

“If I may, Master Diluc,” she says, “you now have a wife.”

“That has no bearing in this. The Knights will be lax tonight, lulled into complacency by the celebration. I heard a few mention continuing at Angel’s Share after they return to the city. I cannot leave Mond unprotected.” 

Adelinde does not frown. Instead, her face smooths out into an impenetrable mask, porcelain breathed to life. “Very well,” she says. “At least wait until she’s asleep.” 

“The sooner I leave—”

“At least wait until she’s asleep,” she says, voice sharp. “It is your wedding night.”

“When she’s asleep,” he allows.

Adelinde nods. “Goodnight, Master Diluc.”

“Goodnight, Adelinde.” 

He goes upstairs quietly. There’s a soft light filtering from under the door to your room. He sighs and heads into the master bedroom, settling at the small desk in front of the windows. He lights the candles with a flick of his wrist; the flames devour the wick, leaping high before settling into a low, sweet glow. He’s just beginning to shuffle through a few papers when one of the hallway floorboards groans, a warning song.

“Diluc,” you say from the doorway. The candlelight barely reaches you there; it casts you into shadows, a new moon’s outline against the velvet of the sky. “May I come in?”

He stands. “Yes,” he says. “What is it?”

You step inside. The cecilias are gone from your hair, but you’re still wearing your dress. Your smile is a bit sheepish, but there’s a secret tucked up in the corner of it. “My dress,” you say. “The maids are all so busy. Can you undo the top few buttons for me?”

“I—what?”

“It’s hard to undo them from this angle,” you say. “Please?”

He takes a breath. “Alright.” 

You turn as he steps closer, the delicate train of the dress swirling at your feet, a whirlpool of silk. It exposes the line of buttons marching down the back of your dress, rigid against the soft flow of the fabric. 

The buttons are tiny things, pearls that shine like little moons even in the low light. He bites back a curse as they slip against the leather of his gloves. He tries again, gently tugging on a button, but it refuses to come out of the loop holding it tight. He changes the angle, but it’s no use; he runs afoul of the slick surface again and again. He huffs in annoyance and bites at the tip of his index finger to peel off his glove, letting it drop to the ground.

He tries again and finally, the button slips free of the little loop. The fabric separates. His fingertips—rough, heavy with scars from burns and blades alike—brush against the cool slope of your back, skin against skin. He goes still. 

You glance at him over your shoulder. You’re still shadow-kissed, but your eyes gleam in the dim.

(“Forgive my forwardness,” you said. “But there is the small matter of lovers.”

Diluc coughed. He glanced at you and saw no hint of a joke. “I beg your pardon?”

“Lovers,” you said, that rosebud smile rising to your lips, petals yet unfolded. “If you should take one, I only ask that you be discreet. I would do the same, of course.” 

Something in Diluc’s chest went cold. It was bone-deep, as if the Dragonspine winds were cutting through him. “You would take a lover?”

“I do not know the future,” you said. “But if I should, I would be discreet, as I said. Is that alright?” 

Diluc took a deep breath. “If you wish it, I would hardly stop you.”

You inclined your head to him with a little smile. You moved on to another topic like a river current, slow but inexorable. Diluc barely heard any of it, your voice muffled, as if you were speaking underwater. He only came back to himself as you gathered your things and bid him farewell. 

“Master Diluc,” you said at the door. He glanced up at you, your features softened in the light streaming in through the windows. “I should mention that I would not mind you in my bed instead of a lover.” 

Diluc choked.

By the time he recovered enough to speak, you were already gone.)

He undoes another button. Then a third, and a fourth, each little pearl slipping from its loop with ease. His thumb traces over the salt of your skin until it slips just beneath the fabric. He pulls just enough for the gap between the fabric to widen. He drags his thumb along the crescent moon sliver of revealed skin; a callus catches against you. You take in a sharp breath.

Diluc pulls back as if burned.

“There,” he says, clearing his throat, his cheeks hot. He knows they’ve gone scarlet, that there’s a deep flush painted over his whole face. “They’re undone.”

“Thanks,” you say, glancing over your shoulder once more. Your lashes catch the shadows like a spider’s web. It only serves to better illuminate your eyes. He swallows. 

“You’re welcome.”

You study him for a moment before you smile, as soft as the breaking dawn. “Goodnight,” you say.

“Goodnight.” 

The door clicks shut behind you. Diluc listens as your quiet footsteps fade away; there’s a distant thud as the door to your room closes too. He sighs, leaning down to pick his glove up off the floor. He slides it back on as he crosses to his closet. The night is still young and he knows what he must do.

When he’s dressed, he opens the secret compartment to his desk. He stares down at the owl mask that’s ensconced there. It gleams in the low light, the severe point of its beak a wicked hook. Diluc tucks it away under his cloak before he opens the window. 

With the lush vines clinging to the winery walls, it’s an easy climb down. He looks up when he reaches the bottom. There’s still a light glowing faintly in your window. His chest aches, as if a ribbon is tightening around it, but he ignores it and slips on the mask.

He has work to do.

—

Morning comes far too soon.

Diluc’s room is still steeped in blue, but the promise of morning is apparent on the horizon where golden fingers of light are reaching into the sky, scraping their way through the darkness. The birds are just beginning to stir, their chirps still subdued, a few plucked notes before the melody. 

It feels like Diluc has just only collapsed into bed, but the stars that had been watching over him when he stole back into his room have gone out, fading beneath the dawn. He sits up and scrubs a hand over his face, wincing as it pulls at the fresh set of lilac bruises blooming on his right side. He prods at them carefully. 

The ache sinks its teeth in as he brushes his fingertips along the biggest of them. It’s still darkening, a galaxy caught under his skin. It remains tender as he gets ready for the day; it takes effort to not compensate for it in his movement. 

By the time Diluc heads downstairs, the winery is already stirring to life. A few maids scurry past him; he can hear the vineyard workers starting to make their way through the vines, checking them after the harvest. But most of the activity is centered in the heart of the winery, where the remnants of your wedding reception are. He watches as two of the servants unhook a floral garland from the rafters, petals raining down beneath them. The petals whirl through the air like snowflakes, thick and white, and Diluc brushes one off when it lands on his shoulder. He’s in the middle of plucking another out of his mass of crimson hair when the floorboards whisper your arrival. 

“Oh,” you say. “They’re taking them down already? A shame.”

He glances at you. “I am sure Adelinde would be open to keeping them up, should you wish it.”

“It’s fine. I just thought they might keep them up a little longer while they’re fresh.” 

“I see.” 

You reach out and let a petal drift into your hand. It’s a little bruised at the edges from being shaken loose, but you don’t seem to mind. 

“Do you think I could have a few for my room?” you ask.

“A few—”

“Flowers,” you say. “I’m sure many of them are still intact even after the garlands are taken down.”

“Of course. Any that you would like.” 

“Thank you.”

“No thanks needed,” he says, adjusting his cuff. “It’s—this is your home too, now.” 

You pause. When you look at him, he can’t quite make sense of your expression. “Yes,” you say quietly. “I suppose it is.”

“I hope you will be comfortable here.”

You smile, the slow rise of a crescent moon. “I’m sure I will be. Though I intend to return to Liyue soon.”

“Of course. Do you know when?”

“I expect that I’ll return within the week.”

“Oh? That’s later than I expected.”

“So eager to be rid of me?”

Diluc flushes, the heat of it spreading from his cheeks to the tips of his ears. “No, I—”

“I’m only teasing,” you say. “I haven’t been back to Mond in a while. There are some things I should handle in person.” 

“I see.”

You examine him for a moment. Whatever you see must satisfy you, for you glance back at the workers, still diligently undoing the reception decor, autumn come indoors, the flowers stripped away to reveal bare wood. A petal flutters down into your hair; Diluc thinks of the gentle fall of snow. He starts to raise his hand to pluck it out but you shift and the petal drifts to the ground. He halts before tugging at his glove instead.

“Now,” you say, turning back to him, “I need something to eat. Will you be joining me for breakfast?”

Diluc shakes his head. “The vintners asked for me today,” he says. “The earlier I can speak with them the better.” 

You hum. “Okay. Have a good day.”

“You as well.” 

You flash a small smile before inclining your head to him. “Husband,” you say. You dart off before he can respond. He watches you disappear, the moon dipping below the horizon. 

Husband, he thinks. 

He’s not sure he’ll ever get used to that.

—

The days roll by. Diluc buckles down to work, caught up in the hubbub of the end of the harvest season. He oversees the grape crushing, the little fruits popping beneath the press until they’re must, all pulp and juice. A few small buckets of grapes are set aside for the children of the workers; they’ll stomp them to their hearts’ content, their chiming laughter drifting through the vines as they cling to each other for balance, their little feet dyed dark.

(“C’mon, Luc!” Kaeya cried, already scrambling towards the tub filled with ruby-red grapes. His eye was shining, starlight bright, a grin spread wide across his face, his usual reticence washed away. Diluc knew it was his favorite time of year; the other boy loved every moment of the harvest season and all that came with it.

 “Hurry up!” Kaeya called. He had already rolled up his pant legs and stepped into the tub, his face lit with joy, a summer sun in the autumn chill.

Diluc huffed but climbed in after him. The grapes popped beneath his weight, squishing up between his toes, a pulpy mess of skin and seeds. He stomped once, twice, and felt more of them burst. 

Kaeya reached for his hand; Diluc twined their fingers together and held on tight as the scrawny boy started to jump in place. Kaeya laughed wildly, the sound picked up by the wind and carried away like seeds. He jumped again and almost slipped. Diluc caught him at the last minute, hauling him up with a giggle. They joined hands again and began to twirl in a circle, stomping away as they went.

They laughed as they spun around together, holding on tight to each other as juice started to gather beneath their feet. Their skin went purple with it, a galaxy splashed up to their calves. The golden afternoon sun shone down on them; sweat gathered on their brows. But they kept going and going, unrelenting until the last of the grapes had burst beneath their feet.

They panted as they climbed to the side of the tub. Kaeya sat on the edge of it, swinging his feet as the maids went to gather towels for them. He was incandescent with delight, a shooting star streaking across the night sky, and Diluc grinned. 

“Good work, boys,” his father said, coming down the path. He’d clearly met the maids halfway; there were towels slung over his broad shoulder.

Diluc puffed up with pride; next to him, Kaeya smiled, shy but pleased. His father handed them the towels and watched as they wiped their feet clean.

“Ready for the next step?” his father asked. 

Kaeya nodded eagerly, but Diluc balked.

“Can’t we stomp more grapes?” he asked.

His father laughed, as warm as the sun. “Maybe later,” he said. “But now you need to learn what happens next.”

Diluc sighed.

“C’mon, Luc,” Kaeya said, bumping his shoulder against Diluc’s. “There’s always tomorrow.”

“Yeah,” Diluc said. “There is.”)

Diluc sighs, nodding to Connor as he takes his leave. He heads back to the winery; a few of the workers call out greetings, but no one tries to stop him.

Adelinde appears as soon as he steps inside the winery. She inclines her head to him, her hands clasped in front of her. “Master Diluc,” she says.

“Adelinde,” he greets. 

“Is everything in order?”

“Yes,” he says. “Everything is ready for processing. It was a good harvest.” 

“That’s good to hear.”

“I’ll take some of Elzer’s work with the Wine Guild so he can concentrate on processing. If you see him, please let him know.”

Adelinde purses her lips. “Master Diluc, Elzer is perfectly capable of handling both. You have enough on your plate.”

“My decision is final, Adelinde.”

She examines him for a moment, her jade eyes sharp, a flaying gaze. “You don’t need to make amends for your absence,” she says. “That is the past.” 

Diluc flinches. Adeline watches him steadily, her face impassive, but her eyes have softened, have crinkled around the edges, sweetly fond. He flexes his hand, searching for words, but his tongue is leaden in his mouth.

Adelinde takes pity on him. “The vineyard workers are starting the fertilization process today and tomorrow,” she says. “Is there anything you wish to let them know?”

“No. I trust them.”

“Good.”

Diluc adjusts his cuff. “Is that all?”

She smooths her hands over her uniform skirt, as if erasing wrinkles that aren’t there. “Your wife’s travel arrangements are complete. She means to leave tomorrow.” 

He nods. “Where is she now?”

“She went to the Dandelion Sea, I believe.”

“By herself?”

“She has an escort. One of the knights. Though it is my understanding that the knight would not be able to return with her due to a patrol.” 

Diluc rolls his shoulders, trying to loosen the broad line of them. “When did they leave?”

The corners of Adelinde’s lips creep upwards, an ivy tendril curve, barely noticeable. “A few hours ago.”

He nods curtly. “Thank you, Adelinde.”

“Of course, Master Diluc.” She disappears, light on her feet despite her heels, barely a whisper of sound to accompany her.

Diluc leaves the winery to head to the stables.

—

The Dandelion Sea stretches vast, the flowers rippling in the breeze like waves lap at the shore. The sun is high in the sapphire sky, a halo burning bright, the dandelions stark white under its kiss. There are seeds floating through the air, faintly glowing, scattered like falling stars. 

Diluc ties his horse to a tree, leaving her to graze on some long grass, and begins to make his way into the Sea. More seeds come loose, dancing around him like snowflakes; they settle into his mane of hair, the crimson of it bleeding to something darker against the soft white of them. They catch on his jacket, too, dotting the ebony cloth until it’s a glittering night sky. 

It doesn’t take him long to find you. He can see faint figures at the edge of the Sea, where the trees cast shadows, a sweet pool of shade. He heads towards you as the breeze picks up. It carries a peal of laughter to him, bright as the sun, swirling around him. 

“Oh,” you say as he draws close, standing up before he can stop you.

The knight you’re with comes to attention—far too late. “M—Master Diluc,” he stammers. 

Diluc clicks his tongue. The knight goes shame-faced, glancing away from his thunderous visage. 

You smile, a glaze lily unfolding under the moon’s tender touch. You touch the knight’s vambrace lightly before turning to Diluc. His gaze stays on where you’re touching the knight still, your fingertips lingering against the metal of his armor.

“I wasn’t expecting you,” you say. “Is something wrong?”

Diluc blinks, vermilion eyes flickering back to you. “No.”

You pause, as if waiting for something. Diluc blinks again. Your smile flickers, a guttering candle. The knight shifts in place.

Diluc turns his attention to him. “You can go,” he says curtly. 

“But—”

“You have patrol soon, don’t you, Anselm?” you ask. “You should head out.” 

Anselm glances at you. “Oh. Of course.”

“Thank you for accompanying me today,” you say. “It’s appreciated.”

The knight nods, a slight flush rising to his cheeks. He gives you the Ordo’s salute. “Let the wind lead,” he says before turning to leave.

Diluc doesn’t bother to watch him go; he keeps his gaze on you. That rosebud smile blooms on your lips again, as inevitable as the sun’s rise. “Poor Anselm,” you say. “You have quite the scowl, Master Diluc.”

He doesn’t rise to the bait. “Was he going to leave you here alone?”

You sigh. “It’s perfectly safe here.”

“So he was.”

“You’re here now,” you say. “So it hardly matters.”

Diluc bristles. “It matters to me. The Knights have their duties—”

“They cannot attend to every single civilian. The roads to the Sea have been clear for weeks, anyway. Or did you see something on your way?”

He furrows his brow and sets his jaw. “No.”

“The Knights aren’t as incapable as you think,” you say softly. You peer at him through the fan of your eyelashes, the shadow cast by them soft against your cheeks. “And besides, as I said, you’re here now. I know you’ll keep me safe.” 

Diluc takes in a sharp breath. He tugs at his glove and glances away.

You don’t seem to notice. Your attention has returned to the Dandelion Sea. The meadow sways gently in the wind, a honey-slow shiver. You trace a finger over a dandelion; it stays whole despite your touch, the Anemo energy holding it together brightening for a breath before it fades again, a firefly glow.

But when you flop into them, the dandelions puff up, the seeds scattering like starfall. They yield to you like a blessing, giving you everything they have. The seeds catch in your hair, your clothing, your eyelashes. You turn your face up to the sky, the sun bathing you golden.

It strikes Diluc that you are pretty. 

(Burnished by the light, you were lost amid the golden leaves of the sandbearer tree. You climbed and climbed until you were shining bright in the cerulean sky, a sun all your own. Diluc watched from the ground, mouth agape.

When you glanced down, the shadows crossed your face in bold strokes. It softened you, blurred the edges of you. Except for your smile. Your smile cut through the shadows like a single stark slash of a sun-bright knife.

Diluc looked up at you, at that smile, and suddenly, he knew what pretty meant.

It meant you.)

It’s not the first time he’s realized it, but it feels new. It’s in the curve of your back, a cathedral nave of muscle and bone; it’s in the way the sun filters through the leaves to touch you like a lover, a stained-glass kiss. The dandelion seeds catch on your eyelashes like moonlight, and it hits him again: you’re pretty. 

And you’re his.

He pushes the thought away. You might be his, but it’s in name only. He knows better than to assign meaning to it. There’s nothing between the two of you aside from a certificate with your signatures upon it. 

But that’s fine.

That’s all he needs it to be.

#genshin x reader #diluc x reader #diluc x you #diluc ragnvindr x reader #diluc ragnvindr x you #bee writes genshin #fic: moon eater

[viharbinger]

Fixing their ties for them before work Hcs + 400 follower BONUS!!

bonus!: pulling on their tie to kiss them......🤭 Thank u for 400 follows! This is a special 🥹 this might come in parts if I'm not lazy

pairings: diluc x scaramouche x itto x cyno x gn!reader (separate)

warnings: reader is shorter than them cries

tags: modern au, fluff

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Diluc

Crepus taught young Diluc how to tie a windsor knot before he had passed. And since then, he's been a professional at tying his own ties before going to work

But one day when he was finishing up his breakfast, his tie came undone, was about to get to work with the undone tie but thankfully you saved the day by fixing it!

It's not like he doesn't know how to tie his own ties but having you do it for him felt different. With every turn you did of the tie truly made him feel cared and love for

He's never forgotten how to do it himself, yet you always see him with an undone tie wrapped around his neck before work, almost begging for you to do it for him

You see him struggling to tie it in front of the mirror? Or he almost forgot his tie to work? Or the tie is literally knotted in the wrong directions?! He does this on purpose. It's not like he's using you to do these mundane things but he just loves it when you do.

Bonus

Diluc was always punctual and was right on time to leave for work for the day. He was looking at himself in the mirror, the tie you did for him was a perfect full windsor knot. He puts on his black blazer and was about to leave, when you called out for him.

"Forgetting something?" You quizzed, in your finger were his car keys jingling. "Oh." He vocalises. He approaches you. Right before he could even grab the keys from you, you tugged his tie, bringing him closer to you, pulling him into a long and deep kiss. But not long enough as he'll overstay his welcome.

"You look so professional and handsome." You patted his cheek lovingly and adjusted his hair. He was about to leave yet again when you had to force him to a stop to open his hand and put his keys in, closing it into a fist. His face was so flustered and so pitiful to look at for forgetting!

You giggled at the sight, pushing his front bangs to the side to give his forehead a sweet kiss. He went to work that day with a warm feeling in his chest.

Scaramouche

Doesn't know how to tie it and is pissy that he doesn't

He watches YouTube tutorial videos everyday before going to work. Despite doing it almost everyday, he still doesn't seem to get the knack of doing it in the right order

His cusses and insults echo around your tiny apartment everyday!

He gets 'angry' when you insist on doing it for him, but that deep blush spreading across his cheeks to his ears gives it away

He scowls everytime you get to such a close proximity with him just to fix his stupid work tie, and hates watching your delicate fingers move all over his chest effortlessly so he prompts to just look away.

Bonus

Very loud and angry curses could be heard throughout your home as it has every morning. You just woke up from your shared bed and had on your house slippers when you heard this. Moving to get to your hot headed partner, he doesn't tear his eyes away from his YouTube video.

He messes up once more, and again and again. You glanced at the clock on the wall, and he was going to be late at this rate so you had to do something. "I'll do it." You announced, turning the office chair with wheels he was on so he was facing you.

"No. I can do it." He replies sternly, moving his chair to turn back when you pulled him back and did his tie effortlessly, as you've done so everyday. There was a red hue creeping up his cheeks, and he didn't want to acknowledge it. "Psh. Whatever. I need to get to work.. See you." He says, absentmindedly grabbing his things to the door.

You see him off to make sure to give him a goodbye-kiss as you do all the time. "What is it now? I'm running late here." Pulling on his tie, you brought him down to your face and gave him a short well-lived kiss. ".... Can't get your hands off of me, can't I?" He mumbles, blushing harder than before, shutting the door behind him.

Itto

Doesn't know how to tie it but he doesn't try to hide it! In the earlier days, he barges into your shared room for your help. "Help me tie it, please!" He whines, and you're just there sitting on your bed upright trying to process what just happened.

Because of this, you decided to wake up at around the same time as him so you can get up and do his tie and see him off for work.

He always makes sure to give you a bunch of kisses and praises as thanks. He loves how you always do these things just for him, and appreciates it.

You're convinced that despite his behaviors at work, he looks so professional that nobody says anything because he's so cute.

Bonus

The red horned oni was rushing to work one day because he decided to sleep in and cuddle with you some more. Now he was facing the consequences by struggling to tie his tie with a piece of toast in his mouth.

And before he could even call you for help, you came over sleepily with his case full of paperworks that he forgetfully left on the bed. You fixed his tie swiftly and pat his chest done. He lets out a sigh of relief at this, grabbing his things from your hand.

"Thank you! I love you so much." He sighs deeply. And he was about to run back to do the door before you cleared your throat rather loudly to catch his attention. He was just out the door, so he peeked his head in to check on you. He hums as a response, and sees you pointing a finger to your cheek, expecting a kiss!

He shakes his head for his forgetfulness and rushes back over to plant a kiss to your cheek. And right after the kiss, he was pulled down from his neck as he was a towering height. He was given an even sweeter kiss. And then another, on his forehead, his nose and eye. He giggles in excitement for all the love you give him. And the kisses just keep coming in again and again.

He was late for work that day.

Cyno

Does know how to tie it himself but somehow, his tie seems to never be knotted fully before leaving.

Everyday you'd sit together to eat breakfast before work, watching videos together and what not.

"Your tie's undone." You remind him mid-biting into your meal. "Your tie's undone." You remind again when he's washing the dishes. "Your tie's undone." You repeat again when he's grabbing his papers. You were fed up with him honestly.

When he was at the door, you pulled him by the arm and pushed his tie up, so it was secure and perfect. It's become a bad habit of his, but it's really unintentional. He likes that you do it anyways.

Bonus

It was a typical morning for you and your partner, you both work during the day and see each other again at maybe lunch and at night. Your breakfast was simple but enough to energize you through the day.

Both of you were in your work attire, something professional and appropriate. Then something caught your eye while you were downing your meal. His tie was undone.

It was honestly annoying because he does this every other morning. He watches the video on the screen while eating, not even noticing what's happened to his tie.

Later, you both were in your shared car. You usually drive him to work because yours is further. "See ya later, alligator." He says unironically, making you cringe. You rolled your eyes at this statement and he was just about to head out the car when you suddenly pulled him by the tie and gave him a sweet, long and deep kiss.

He was almost in a trance. Even after a long time of dating, you still have him wrapped around your finger. The blush plastered on his cheeks were not so evident, but it was there. "Your tie's undone." You grumbled, pushing his tie up so it was secure.

I hope u guys liked this I put my whole ass out to write this . I literly got shadowbanned and Tumblr took like 5 years to reply , this was SO. LONG AWAITED TO POST.

#. bee writes #genshin x reader #genshin imagines #kunikuzushi x reader #diluc x reader #diluc ragnivindr x reader #scaramouche x you #scaramouche x reader #itto x reader #arataki itto x reader #cyno x reader #cyno x you

[bee-writes-n-spins]

a/n- i know i haven’t been posting like normal and i’ve kinda been going off the rails. i’m sorry. i’ve been super busy with color guard and i’ve had state exams for the past three weeks. so have a little bit of an odd formatted treat.

nerd boys who blush at the tiniest bit of flirting. it’s funny. just a quick blown kiss will send them into overdrive. they put their hands over their face to hide the ever growing blush. pay them a compliment and they’ll fold.

POE, atsushi, SIGMA, giyuu, obanai, GOROU, LEVIATHAN

clown boys who love to do the dumbest shit with you. cringe tik tok eboy cosplay? sign them the hell up. going out to a playground at three am to disturb the peace? already on the way to your house. you want, they’re down for.

dazai, NIKOLAI, ranpo, UZUI, douma, venti, KEAYA, ITTO, childe, MAMMON

sweet boys who memorize every detail about you. they show up in your doorstep every valentine’s day with your favorite candy, your favorites, and other assortments of your favorites. wanting to do everything they can and taking care of you is their love language.

chuuya, kunikida, THOMA, zhongli, ayato, kaveh, BARBATOS, SIMEON

strict boys who, even if they have a tendency to not show it, they love you. they’ll tell you off and whatnot. they’ll argue with you. but, at the end of the day, they’re at your beck and call.

fyodor, fukuzawa, AKUTAGAWA, SANEMI, DILUC, CYNO, tighnari, neuvillette, LUCIFER

#reqs open #request #bungou stray dogs #bungo stray dogs x reader #bee's writing (but they should be spinning) #bsd poe #bsd dazai #dazai x reader #bungou stray dogs dazai #poe x reader #genshin x reader #genshin impact #genshin zhongli #demon slayer giyuu #demon slayer #demon slayer x reader

[frogchiro]

Thinking thoughts abt capitanos wifey who knows exactly what she does to childe. She keeps pushing his buttons just to see how long it'll take him to just jump her. All it takes is a well timed pet name, an innocent touch, or the tiniest bit of praise to get him all hard and horny :( Even though he can hardly hide his raging boner he tries anyway, not that it escapes her attention ofc, but he doesn't have to know that. Just capitanos lil wifey who sees exactly what she does to poor childe and hides it under a mask of perfect innocence <3

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HELLO BEE! long time no see ;; and you're back with some delicious hot things <3

i had actually hinted it in the last works about horny gross childe and i was really curious if anyone noticed it. also i'm very sorry but i might have written a bit too much of my housewifey fantasy into this </3

f!reader, tiny bit of smut but not really? just a few mentions and generally childe being horny, reader is heavily implied to be chubby

the thing is, since you're literally the definition of cute fluffy darling wifey among all these big strong men, a literal lamb among wolves, so people generally either dismiss you or overlook you. sure they respect you as the wife of the general of the snezhnayan army, one of the most terrifying men in the world but you're still viewed as a harmless little thing, too oblivious for her own good.

and well, they're not entirely wrong. sure you're no fighter, you have no combat training in any way; your darling husband promised you on your wedding night as you two lied panting and gasping for air that your soft hands would never have to touch the rough handle of a weapon as long as he was standing, as it was his duty to protect you from any harm.

and yet they all seemed to overlook the little vixen that you are, all seemingly innocent smiles and doe eyed looks; and to be perfectly honest you were all of that. you didn't have a single malicious bone in your body and couldn't bring yourself to cause harm to anything. you liked the domestic feeling of baking and cooking and taking care of the mansion with the help of multiple servants and helpers who became your friends after their initial fear of you dissolved.

unfortunately your loving husband still had his duties and had to attend to them, that led to weeks of being parted from you and out in either the battlefield or on various missions assigned from Her Majesty and in such a big house it could get very lonely, various domestic distractions could distract you only so much...

luckily there still was childe! the cheeky 11th fatui harbinger, your husband's coworker and a royal pain in the ass, capitano's words not yours.

ever since he quite accidentally got introduced to you during a grand ball in zapolyarny palace that you and your husband attended he became a sort of constant in your life and you being basically the same age, plus your fondness for him made it definitely easier for you two to get along very well!

you found the puppy love he had for capitano to be quite adorable, often teasing your husband about his little admirer which the big man shrugged off with a low growl and a shake of his head. but as you spend more and more time together you quickly realized that this puppy love for your husband also extended over to you, and it wasn't a pure puppy love either.

suddenly everything made sense and clicked right into place; all of the fond looks for you two, the red cheeks and constant need to be in your general vicinity now made sense, the lovely ginger was in love with you and your hubby<3

you never brought it up with capitano in fear of what he'd possibly do to ajax and you didn't want to jeopardize your friendship and possibly put him in harms way so you kept that little secret to yourself although you suspected that your man already at least had the general idea of what was going on; maybe he wasn't the most charismatic but he was a clever man.

and well, since capitano wasn't here and wouldn't be for another two weeks, no one said you couldn't have some fun right~? the cold snezhnayan days were so lonely and how could you refuse childe hospitality when he showed up with a grin, covered in snow.

you insisted that he stay for a few days mostly out of worry for the man; his lips already turning blueish from the freezing cold, but a little part of you screamed at you to put your 'knowledge' for a test~

and so you invited childe into your household and let your imagination run a little wild. walking around in those fur-lined robes, they were warm but enticing in a primal kind of way and you could see the ginger man gulp but continue to stare at you as you innocently smiled and poured him more tea, making sure your boobs were perfectly on display for him to see.

also you noticed that calling him various pet names seemed to do the trick too, 'good boy' being his favorite judging by the insistent tent in his pants that he thought you wouldn't notice; if he wore a particular pair of soft pants you swore you could see a tiny wet patch start to form but you shyly averted your gaze.

or your all-time favorite, the 'accidental' touches and brushing up against him as you oh so innocently had to walk past him in the kitchen and it just so happened that your breasts had to be squeezed against his own chest for a second or unfortunately having to slip in front of him to help him with kneading the dough for the cake he was helping you make and grinding your ass against his cock, the feeling of having such a big thing jump to attention just from you lightly grinding up against him giving you a ego boost, only to be amplified by the low growl in his throat and the clenched fists as childe barely contained himself from grabbing you by your full hips and and fucking you right then and there in your kitchen.

you might be all nice and smiles but that doesn't mean you were that oblivious and seeing the ginger be so desperate for you and your dear husband you were sure you were going to have so much fun together <3

#kin speaks #asks #interactions #went a little bit overboard with this #but it's nice to write something a bit longer again <3 #thank you for the motivation bee! <3 #🐝 anon #genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #fatui x reader #genshin impact fatui #genshin impact smut #childe x reader #ajax x reader #tartaglia x reader #capitano x reader

[valberryy]

HI BEE BEEBOO BLEERBOO HOW R U????? okok business time can i req being in a relationship w kazu n scara. thevlauvs of my life. ty beeboo

hiii mochamocha!!! yes ofc u may (heart hands emoji) i haven't caught up w sumeru archon quest yet (it's so LONGGGG) so if scara changed Significantly after it ........ i am sorry i am flying blind here ........ also im sorry his banner is so dinky the cool leakers havent uploaded his high res namecard yet so . im stuck with the 240p one .......... i hope u enjoy !!!!

➻ being in a relationship with kazuha and scaramouche

content warnings: none

➻ it's to be expected that KAZUHA is quite an easygoing lover — he's not as showy or ostentatious as some other people he may know, and many of beidou's teasing suggestions to sweep you off your feet, as she says, get little more than a shy laugh and a wave of his hand. instead, his love is quiet and gentle, poems whispered against the skin of your knuckles and calm evenings enjoying the sea breeze.

➻ that being said, kazuha is quite the romantic! it almost seems like some sort of magic, how he always seems to know just how to brighten your day, or how he always knows what to say to make your heart flutter. while he may tease sometimes, all his heartfelt words for you are true — and while he's content to keep these thoughts to himself and adore you in silence, it seems like a waste to not put them into words, doesn't it?

➻ many of his haikus end up being dedicated, if not outright about, you. it's usually completely unintentional, kazuha insists — he just can't help how much you inspire him, you see... somehow, he always has so much to say about even the most mundane things you do: how the sunlight looks on your skin, how gently you run your fingers through his hair, how sweetly you hold his hand back and squeeze.

➻ as a member of the crux, he knows just how far from you his voyages can take him, sometimes. he always gives you something of his to hold onto, in these cases, even if you're coming with him. maybe it's his haori, or a pressed flower... a little trinket to keep him close to you, he'll say, even if you haven't gone even a day without each other yet. he'll treat any souvenir of yourself you trade with him as if it were precious than gold (and to him, it is!), ever-clutched in his hand, or held close to his heart — as if he couldn't bear the thought that even this small piece of you could ever leave him.

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➻ no matter what name you happen to call him by, SCARAMOUCHE will give you so much more than the passing glances he spares for everyone else, that's for certain. his soft spot for you isn't very apparent from the outside, but there's a not-so-imperceptible way his gaze softens when he looks at you, and something akin to fondness as he sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose at how troublesome you are.

➻ of course, that's all in public — as soon as you head home, he sheds all of his titles and fronts and expectations, until the only "him" that remains is the one you call your lover. he won't admit it to you, but the side of himself he shows to you is probably the one he likes the best. his smiles are as snide as always, but his hand will always be there for you to hold, his shoulder always there for you to lean on.

➻ he maaaaybe likes to push your buttons a bit, too. just a little �� never enough to get anywhere close to offending, but always just enough to see how your cheeks grow warm, or your gaze flickers away, or how your hands wring together. oh, sorry, he'll say, without even a hint of remorse, he just couldn't resist, you see; you look so cute when your eyebrows furrow just like that.

➻ you'll have to be patient with him, though. scaramouche is... incredibly new to all of this, so despite the many ways his reputation may precede him, he can be quite clumsy when it comes to love. his words of affection may be a little unorthodox, or he won't know where to rest his hands when you lean against him. he'd lay the whole sky at your feet for you if you asked, so why is it so hard for him to say so simply that he loves you? perhaps he's worried about another betrayal, afraid that you might be stolen from him, just like everything else... but each morning he wakes up to see you near him, and he can't seem to suppress the warmth that runs through him from the point where your hands meet.

#genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #kazuha x reader #scaramouche x reader #bee writes

[bloody-bee-tea]

Tiny Bee~k 2023 Day 2 - On the dot

Alhaitham is late.

Usually three minutes are not something Cyno would be concerned with but this is different. It’s three minutes after Alhaitham clocks out and if he’s late then that can only spell trouble.

Cyno knows that Alhaitham is very punctual when it concerns clocking out of work; he seems to have an innate feeling for when it’s enough and he’s always right. On the dot, he gets up and declares the work day done, no matter who is talking or what documents are still on his table.

It’s now five minutes after the appointed time and there is still no sight of Alhaitham, even when Cyno rounds a corner to look for him.

That must mean something is wrong.

Alhaitham is not one to come late to their meeting—especially not given how busy they normally are—and if he knew beforehand that he would be late then he would have found a way to inform Cyno, either by message or by messenger.

Cyno’s mind starts to whir. If Alhaitham is late because of something that happened at the office, then it has the potential to upturn their hard-won peace and Cyno should definitely be present for it. If Alhaitham is late because someone had the glorious idea to kidnap him, then they were incredibly stupid and Cyno will definitely be there to bring justice to them. If Alhaitham is late because he somehow overworked himself or otherwise fell sick and didn’t take a day off, then there will be words to be had and Cyno will yell most of them at him.

But for any of these options to be proven true, he needs to find Alhaitham first. Thankfully it’s Cyno’s job to find people and even though he’s more worried than anything at the moment, his matra training pays off.

His mind whirrs, sifting through all the possibilities, and he’s keenly aware of the fact that every lost minute could make the difference should they be faced with an abduction.

So Cyno makes his way to Alhaitham’s office; he makes sure to keep his steps just as hurried as they normally are because it wouldn’t do to tip anyone off that something might be wrong.

He doesn’t need a scene and he doesn’t need reinforcements until he knows exactly what he’s dealing with.

Luckily for Cyno, Alhaitham is a creature of habit and while it’s usually a source of some gentle teasing for Cyno, right now he’s incredibly glad for it, because it means that he can be certain that if Alhaitham was on the way to meet him, he would run into him.

But there is no sight of Alhaitham anywhere and by the time his office comes into view Cyno has to hold back from running.

Still, he stops in front of the door, noticing that it’s slightly ajar, and he holds his breath as he listens. He can make out the sound of shuffling paper but apart from that Cyno isn’t able to get any hints.

There could of course be an intruder in Alhaitham’s office, trying to find—or hide—some documents but to be certain would mean to step into the office.

And so that is exactly what Cyno does. He doesn’t brandish his spear immediately, but he can feel the crackling of electro at the tips of his fingers.

It only fizzles out when he comes face to face with the person in the office.

“Alhaitham?” he asks, his voice incredulous, because Alhaitham is still seated behind the desk, pen and paper in hand and it doesn’t look at all as if he’s aware that his working hours are over.

He must be sick, then.

“Cyno,” Alhaitham greets him before his eyes dart away to the clock. “I didn’t realise it was that late already, I apologise.”

“Alhaitham, are you sick?” Cyno asks, rounding the desk to put a hand to Alhaitham’s forehead to check his temperature.

Alhaitham blinks at him, clearly confused by Cyno’s question and that makes Cyno even more convinced that he must be ill with something.

“What are you talking about, I’m perfectly alright,” Alhaitham finally says, raising his own hand to pull Cyno’s away from his forehead before he pressed a kiss to his knuckles. “What has gotten into you?”

“You’re late,” is all Cyno says, because it’s explanation enough and the grimace on Alhaitham’s face tells him that he knows it as well.

“I apologise,” he repeats, but he offers no explanation at all and that is suspicious in a very different way.

Cyno has convinced himself that Alhaitham is not burning up and his other actions don’t seem to be impacted by a sickness either, so it’s time for another path.

“What are you working on?” Cyno asks, craning his head a little bit to see the paper Alhaitham still has in his hand, but before he can catch whatever is written on it, Alhaitham has put it down on the desk, face-down.

Suspicious, indeed.

“It’s nothing,” Alhaitham says and then immediately amends his own statement, clearly knowing that it’s not enough to satisfy Cyno. “It’s nothing that should have kept me away from you for so long.”

Cyno knows that he should always anticipate it—Alhaitham is from Haravatat after all—but it always leaves him a little bit flustered when he states it so clearly.

“Don’t be ridiculous. If it’s something that needs to be done, then let me help, maybe you’ll get it off your desk quicker that way.”

Cyno starts to reach out for the paper, but Alhaitham intercepts him, threading their fingers together.

“There really is no need for it. I’ll review it tomorrow. I simply lost a bit of time, focusing on it, that’s all. We can leave now. Our dinner reservation will still hold, right?”

“I doubt that Lambad gave our table away just because we’re ten minutes late. It’s Thursday after all.”

They always have dinner together on Thursday.

“Then let’s leave,” Alhaitham decides, getting up and walking around the table, trusting Cyno to follow him.

He clearly didn’t count on Cyno twisting around to grab the sheet of paper from the table.

It’s a report for the matra and Cyno turns betrayed eyes towards Alhaitham.

“Is my work not good enough? Do you have to sort through these beforehand so we don’t mess up?”

Cyno isn’t sure how that makes him feel—though the hurt is there, under everything else—and he wants to give Alhaitham a chance to explain.

“It’s not that,” Alhaitham says with a sigh and tugs Cyno close.

Cyno goes, but not quite as willingly as he normally does.

“Then what is it?” he demands to know and shakes the report into Alhaitham’s face. “Because this report hasn’t been to the matra office yet. Are you hiding something?”

Even as he says it, Cyno scans the paper, paying a bit more attention to what it actually says than before. Nothing that is written down would indicate an entanglement with Alhaitham and it only leaves Cyno more confused.

“This is standard matra stuff. Why does it have to cross the desk of the Acting Grand Sage before it makes its way to us?” Cyno asks. “Has—our work not been up to par, lately?” he then asks, wondering if he has been slacking off.

Sure, he spends his free time with Alhaitham, mostly, these days, but he’s reasonably sure that it has no impact on his work. He pursues offenders just as ruthlessly as before and his matra have not mentioned anything to him either.

“Cyno, stop. I can see you overthinking this,” Alhaitham sighs out, pinching the bridge of his nose with his free hand, clearly unwilling to unhand Cyno.

“Then explain it to me,” Cyno says, shaking the paper in his face. “What is this doing here?”

“I have been screening all the reports for the matra, lately,” Alhaitham explains as he takes the paper out of Cyno’s hand to put it back on the desk.

“Why?”

Cyno doesn’t like how that hurt feeling is making its way up, making his skin itch with betrayal. If Alhaitham thought he wasn’t doing a good job then he should have said so!

“You’re too stressed,” Alhaitham finally says, leaning against the table and pulling Cyno between his legs. “You’re too stressed, because you’re taking too many tasks on yourself and you’re away too much.” Alhaitham’s gaze darts to the side for a moment. “I don’t like it.”

That brings Cyno up short.

“You don’t—like it,” he repeats, and now his rational thinking comes back online. “I haven’t been on that many day-long assignments lately.”

It’s not a question, but Alhaitham still nods.

“You take them on, even if they don’t require the expertise of the General Mahamatra. Your matra’s never get any experience like that.”

“And you don’t like me being away from you,” Cyno whispers, trying the words out and he’s delighted to see a faint blush on Alhaitham’s cheeks.

“It’s too frequent and not necessary. I have been scanning the reports for their urgency and difficulty and I sort them accordingly before I hand them off to Aarav.”

At that, Cyno sighs.

“He is in on it.”

“I have to make sure my judgement is correct. And he is very capable.”

Cyno can’t even deny that, because otherwise Aarav wouldn’t be his second in command but it still stings that he was going behind his back.

“Wait,” Cyno says, another thought forming in his head. “You hate working over-time. Even just a few minutes.”

“I like having you around more,” Alhaitham easily says and now it’s Cyno’s time to be embarrassed. “I can stand five more minutes of work if it means you’re going to come home with me for an entire evening.”

“You are so—unfeeling, my ass,” Cyno mutters under his breath but he can’t hold back the small smile playing around his mouth and when Alhaitham pulls him in for a kiss he certainly doesn’t resist.

“Just tell me something like this,” Cyno mumbles when they part. “I was worried. I thought someone abducted you from right under my nose.”

“Even if that were the case, I have full faith in my General Mahamatra,” Alhaitham easily gives back, and just like always when he uses that title in that specific way it leaves Cyno a little bit breathless.

“I shall overlook this then,” he decides, leaning in for another kiss. “This once.”

“How generous of you.”

(They do make it to Lambad’s tavern, but it is much later than their usual time.)

#bt writes #haino #cytham #genshin impact #tiny bee~k 2023 #established relationship #fluff #little bit of hurt/comfort #feelings

[dourpeep]

Peep peep !! happy new year !! How have u been 😋

Koiiiiiiiiiiii happy new year! May this one be blessed and bright nodnod

I have been sick (again) kjsns but apart from that, I did visit family over the holidays which was nice! It does make me miss living with my Aham though, as much as I don't like bigger cities. Anywayy

What about you? How have you been?

#anon asks #sprout's community garden #ya boy has bee firmly still set in Undertale jfksnejkff anything i have been drawing or writing is just that which is a blessing and a curse #Hhhhfhhsjfjff man the Genshin stuff has been fun though! i actually got an official Albedo keychain I've had my eyes on since that one #well known merch store from overseas recently opened up in my hometown jjfbsjf #i spent so much money on merch ehehe

[beezlub]

Requests Information; ♡ requests will be done on a first come, first serve basis! ♡ i do have a right to refuse any requests that i personally do not feel comfortable doing ♡ i can write OCs if commissioned, but any requests sent through my inbox will be X Reader to make them more applicable to readers alike

what i write; ♡ X Reader primarily ♡ romance, fluff, angst, friends-to-lovers, smut*. basically anything under the sun tbh ♡ *smut is a rare thing i will write for a request. i will write it for characters i know are canonically of-age. i will though, write nsfw headcanons of under 18 characters, but not the actual act itself (if that makes sense) ♡ AUs & canon ♡ M/M, M/F, F/F ♡ feel free to add in any details you'd want!! (ex; hogwarts legacy; fem reader, hufflepuff, song 'yellow' by coldplay, sebastian and reader go on their first date to hogsmeade and they end up dancing in the snow under the fairy lights in the plaza). make it as detailed as you want, or give me free reign lolol

what i will NOT write; ♡ heavy gore ♡ furry related stuff ♡ fandoms i am not currently in ♡ school papers

fandom list; ♡ Hogwarts Legacy - Sebastian Sallow, Ominis Gaunt, Garreth Weasley, Poppy Sweeting, Anne Sallow, Imelda Reyes, Amit Thakkar, Aesop Sharp ♡ Attack on Titan - Levi Ackerman, Eren Yeager, Armin Arlert, Mikasa Ackerman, Jean Kirschtein, Reiner Braun, Annie Leonhart, Hanji Zoe, Connie Springer, Pieck Finger, Sasha Braus, Erwin Smith ♡ My Hero Academia - Katsuki Bakugo, Izuku Midoriya, Shoto Todoroki, Hitoshi Shinsho, Ejiro Kirishima, Tamaki Amajiki ♡ Genshin Impact - Albedo, Alhaitham, Beidou, Cyno, Diluc, Zhongli, Jean, Kazuha, Ayaka, Ayato, Kaveh, Keqing, Lisa, Neuvillette, Ningguang, Ei, Childe, Tighnari, Traveler, Xiao, Yae ♡ Honkai Star Rail - Asta, Blade, Bronya, Dan Heng, March 7th, Gepard, Himeko, Jing Yuan, Kafka, Luka, Luocha, Natasha, Sampo, Seele, Trailblazer, Welt ♡ Stranger Things - Eddie Munson, Steve Harrington, Nancy Wheeler, Robin Buckley, Johnathan Byers ♡ Haikyuu!! - Daichi, Suga, Asahi, Nishinoya, Kageyama, Hinata, Tsukishima, Yamaguchi, Kuroo, Kenma, Oikawa, Issei, Iwazumi, Bokuto, Ushijima, Satori, Atsumu, Osamu ♡ Baulder's Gate 3 - Astarion, Lae'zel, Shadowheart, Gale, Halsin ♡ Stardew Valley - Abigale, Alex, Elliot, Emily, Haley, Leah, Maru, Penny, Sam, Sebastian, Shane ♡ Yellow shaded fandoms are the ones i'm active the most in at the moment! ♡ Listed are the characters I'd write anytime! If there isn't a character listed that you want, feel free to ask in your request! There is a minimal amount of characters from these fandoms that I won't write for lolol.

thank you for reading all of this! if you wanna request something, please do! i love writing for all of you and including all the little details you guys ask for. if you're interested, just go to my little asks/reqs box and type away to your heart's content!

#bee’s writing #request #writing #x reader #hogwarts legacy #attack on titan #stardew valley #fanfiction #my hero academia #genshin impact #honkai star rail #stranger things #haikyuu #baulders gate 3 #reader insert #requests sheet #sebastian sallow #ominis gaunt #garreth weasley #poppy sweeting #anne sallow #imelda reyes #amit thakkar #aesop sharp #levi ackerman #eren jeager #mikasa ackerman #armin arlert #jean kirschtien #reiner braun

[boydiisaster]

OH FOR REAL???? HAVE FUN GOODLUCK

what fandom is it gonna be . . . 🤩

im gonna finish up the obey me asks in my inbox before taking on new requests, but afterwards i'll probably write my own original oneshots for genshin!

#not to say I won't still write for obey me #but i've been itching to write about genshin for a while now :D #not writing #rambles #*ੈ⚘‧˚ bee's scribbles

[beesinspades]

I'm starting a job next week and on one hand I'm excited because it's the coolest job ever (I'm gonna be paid to play a videogame I've been very excited about all day at one of my fave studios) and I wish it would be longer than 4 weeks, but on the other hand I will have between 3 and 4 hours of commute every day, it's a full time job (38h/w), which will leave me with only one hour or two at most for myself in the evening (cooking/eating included), I'm at the height of my new hyperfixation, and I haven't had a real job since my summer job when I was 17 aka 10 years ago, so I get the feeling that my adhd ass will Not be coping with that pace sdfbjkn

#bee rants #also i am scared of the plague #gonna spend 9 hours a day in the same room with 6 other people #and I don't think I'm gonna be able to wear a mask as much as I would like :') #i hate social pressure and how i struggle to stand up for myself!!! #also i hoped my tummy issues would be gone by then but alas i still have some and I hope the stress won't make it worse!!! #anyways re: the pace i will suck it up it's just 4 weeks and i will otherwise have a great time it's gonna be a fun experience!! #i will try to get writing done in transit and the evening will be for genshin and anime

[suguwu]

MOON EATER I MASTERLIST

"But truly, Master Diluc—why am I here?"

"I would wed you," he says, flexing his hands in his lap. "If you are amenable to it."

minors and ageless blogs do not interact.

status: ongoing

pairing: diluc ragnvindr x f!reader

summary: a mondstadt diplomat in liyue, your close relationship with the fatui harbinger tartaglia draws diluc's piercing attention. ever hungry for information on the fatui, he comes up with a plan—marrying you.

but that's not all there is to the story.

content: marriage of convenience, politics, some manipulation, pining, slow burn, eventual smut, jealousy, some blood and gore.

read on ao3

chapter one (3k)

chapter two (5k)

chapter three (4k)

chapter four — TBA

chapter five — TBA

#genshin x reader #diluc x reader #diluc x you #diluc ragnvindr x reader #diluc ragnvindr x you #bee navi #bee writes genshin

[viharbinger]

How They Act In The First Stages Of Your Relationship hcs

pairings: scaramouche x diluc x cyno x gn! reader (separate)

a/n: I planned on making more characters but I got lazy . Angrysob

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Scaramouche

in the first stages of your relationship, he's very awkward.

everyday after you both came into a relationship he's just thinking about you and how much he misses you and then he's like , "oh wait I'm dating them I can just talk to them whenever I want to. wait I'm dating them???"

just in disbelief about this whole thing to be honest

he doesn't really know how to talk to you and it's like you guys are back at square one with just being normal friends

but don't get me wrong, he loves affection!! he just doesn't know where to put his hands when you start hugging and kissing him...

Diluc

he somewhat knows how to be a boyfriend.

he is also very awkward, he's more shy than usual around you albeit you dating

doesn't make the first move ever, honestly tries to stare at you with hopeful eyes that you do something yourself

he reads romance novels to attempt to imitate the male lead that everyone would love

hence, he does romantic dinners with you every single night that you're free, holds doors open for you and even starts gaining the courage to make the first move

give him some time he's still cooking in the oven alright

Cyno

awkward boyfriend (x3)

prefers to do things slowly and go with the flow, if he notices you are the same as him and don't know how to advance, he understands you both need to go at your own pace .

because of that , he'll try his best to subtly say he loves you

he'll teach you how to play his card game, give you pretty purple flowers or brush the hair out your face

not to mention, you'll be the new victim to hear all his corny jokes, if it's anything that'll make you crack a smile!

#genshin x reader #. bee writes #genshin imagines #kunikuzushi x reader #diluc x reader #diluc ragnivindr x reader #genshin impact #scaramouche x reader #scaramouche x you #cyno x reader #cyno x you

[onceapirateprincess]

.Nika, the God of Sun and Freedom. A Genshin Impact x One Piece Crossover Legend.

Bit of a long post, but basically, the legend of Nika the Sun God as I would put it into Genshin. Hope you enjoy!

.NIKA, GOD OF THE SUN AND FREEDOM.

His name has been whispered many times over the centuries, all in different forms. Nika, the one who sets things right. Nika, the breaker of chains. Nika, the punisher of the unjust. Nika, the berserker. Nika, the wild god. 

Nika, the lost child of humanity. 

Once upon a time, far, far in the past, humanity faced its greatest threat - each other. People enslaved other people, kept others in terror, imprisoned people not just with bars but with their own minds. That’s not to say it doesn’t happen now - but back then, it was a horror show.

And the people cried and twisted under the fearful, flaming whip of their enslavers, and they screamed to the heavens, “Celestia, why have you forsaken us?” But Celestia was silent. And so the people suffered, and those in power grew more powerful. 

But as we all know, humans are resilient when need be. And when their gods abandoned them, they learned to take care of their own. And they created a path to freedom, a path to escape those who kept them in chains. And the way forward was dictated to them in a drumming song tapped out on wherever they could do so without arousing suspicion. A rousing, drumming beat, that was meant to inspire and give power to those ready for the next leg of the journey to freedom. 

And it was called the Drums of Liberation. 

One day, the cruel overlords discovered this path, and grew furious. How dare they not have the control they had enjoyed for so long! So they set out to raze it, and the safe settlement, to the ground. 

The others were not going to sit by while their hard - won freedom burned. So all who were able picked up weapons and stood at the ready. And when the two sides met, they were two opposing ocean tides, clashing with earth - shaking vigor. The battle lasted for five days and five nights, but slowly, slowly, the free people’s forces were whittled away. And it seemed there was no hope. Until one day, on the bloody, scorched battlefield, a young, injured boy raised his hand, and began tapping the rhythm he knew so well. And he was joined by another, a woman, dying of her injuries, but trying to inspire the warriors on the front. And another - a veteran, leaning on his crutch to tap out the rhythm with his good leg. And another. And another. And another. Until the air was filled with the rumble of the Drums of Liberation. Both armies paused. And the air hung still, for five seconds. And then the sun seemed to crash into the battlefield. And the sound of loud, boyish laughter filled the air, as the rhythm grew louder. But some were confused, as no one was tapping after the shockwave stunned them all. From the great shining light, came the silhouette of a boyish figure, clouds floating all around him and a wide, bright smile on his face. His eyes were full of stars, an endless galaxy contained within He looked upon the beaten down troops and said, 

“As you have given me my heartbeat, so I will fight for you until the very end.”

And then the free people’s forces watched in awe as he tore through the overlord’s forces as if they were paper, bouncing and jumping and stretching around the battlefield in ways human bodies were not supposed to move.

When it was over the god turned and knelt next to the young boy who had begun the whole thing and helped him to his feet. 

“You have allowed me life. But…I am still incomplete. What…would you name me?”

And the boy thought for a moment before saying, “Nika. After my younger brother lost to the evil. 

And so the god was named Nika. News of Nika spread through all four corners of Tevyat. A God not born of Celestia…an unknown. And the slavers and fearmongers came to fear him, for he devastated the very ground they walked on. And slowly, the shadow of oppression was driven back across the land, to the tune of Nika’s heartbeat, the Drums of Liberation. And Tevyat was peaceful for a while. 

Until the Archon War. 

When the heavens split open, Nika protected his people from the thunderstorms. When the ground rumbled and cracked, Nika caught the fallen from the crevices and carved out a space for his people. When the seas raged and roared, Nika threw up walls. When the wind howled, Nika made sure his people’s houses didn’t blow away. 

And Nika grew angry. The power of Celestia was so tempting, it was causing the very gods that swore to protect the people to turn on them and harm them, directly and indirectly. He could see it now. No matter who won, humanity, his people, would be handed over to just another overlord who wouldn’t care about them. 

He had to stop them. And so he went on his own crusade - against the Archons and Gods themselves. And maybe he would have succeeded, had his first target not been one of the most powerful of the fighters - Rex Lapis of Liuye. Nika was always one to go after the big fish. 

Their battle raged across the mountains and plains of Liuye. Nika threw bolts containing fire hotter than the sun itself, landed powerful punches on the Prime Adeptus and his other adept forces. Nika fought hand to hand with Marshal Soaring Snake, Bosacious. He lit the plains up during his battle with General Fire Rat, Musatas. His battle with General Curled Snail, Bonanus, tore the sea down to its very seabed. The very earth shook when he fought with General Mind - Monkey, Menogias.

And in his biggest battle, he fought the Prime Adeptus himself - Rex Lapis - and his faithful servant, the Conqueror of Demons, Alatus, without blinking. It was said that this was the only battle he did not have a smile on his face - but a scowl, a snarl of anger that seemed to scream he would win at any cost, for his people. 

The battle lasted seven days and seven nights. Mountains were torn up as Rex Lapis hurled them like spears at the god, and Nika retaliated with white - hot, glowing blasts of pure energy that left deep gouges in the earth. Alatus aimed his spear at the young god’s heart, and in return Nika struck back with punches that were so full of energy his fist glowed. 

But even the god of the sun must set, and with his power finally depleted, Nika was defeated, laying face down at the bottom of a gorge. And with a final swing of his polearm, Rex Lapis shattered the spirit of the boyish god, and the Drums of Liberation fell silent. 

Another casualty of the Archon war. 

But all is not lost, or so the followers of Nika said. For the spirit of freedom cannot ever be killed…and the sun will always rise the next day. And so they wait for Nika’s return, and they have been for centuries, the story of the God passed down all through Teyvat through memories. And maybe someday, a child will open their eyes and you will see the depths of the galaxy within them, or the wisps of cloud surrounding their head, or the ever present, bright smile of a God who symbolizes freedom itself.

And if you listen closely…the Drums of Liberation reside in every human’s heart - perhaps that was Nika’s last gift to humanity, before he faded.

The desire for freedom - and the drive to do good.

And so the God sleeps - but who knows for how long.

#genshin impact #genshin fanfic #one piece #one piece nika #one piece fanfiction #crossover #one piece crossover #genshin impact crossover #genshin crossover #zhongli #genshin yashka #genshin xiao #alatus xiao #rex lapis #genshin morax #the archon war #archon genshin #fanfiction #lore #my writing #short piece #the bee turtle writes things

[bokutizer]

this alhaitham enemies to lovers fic idea has been on my mind for a while now

#BUT I JUST CAN'T FIND TIME TO WRITE #I don't even know what I'm doing lmao #it's not as if I was studying or being productive all day long #(oh yeah. my current genshin addiction…oop-) #{bee's talk}

[valberryy]

pathetically crawls into your askbox for the 29362937366264536th time to ask for more failwife nari hcs,,,

ALWAYS!!!! (reference to this post + the series of reblogs) anyways love is stored in the failwife tighnari AND the peeled and cut pieces of fruit <3

➻ tighnari's skills (or lack thereof) in domestic settings (tl:dr; failwife tighnari)

content warnings: none

➻ as respectable as TIGHNARI is as a forest ranger, surely there are certain things that even he must struggle with, no? he admits himself that the life of a forest ranger is simple, and, well, rarely has he ever had to worry about finer details in life when he's as busy as he is.

➻ but as grounded and down-to-earth as he may seem, it's also left him in quite the odd predicament, one that only seems to surface after getting into a relationship with you — he isn't exactly the best at more... domestic tasks. why are you putting so much fuss into this, if doing it this way achieves the same result? he often says to you — only to very sagely remain quiet if you point out how much fuss he himself puts into maintaining his ears and tail.

➻ (it's a completely different principle, he'll argue to you as you lie in bed together that night — but press a little kiss to his nose and, try as he might to continue, he'll refrain from pursuing it further.)

➻ due to his vulpine genes, tighnari's quite unused to the smell of heavily-spiced food (he says so himself, after all!), so many times when he cooks for the two of you, the flavours don't end up as distinct as they could be. and while he knows the differences between spices — what do you think he is, a monster? of course he can tell apart paprika and cumin — when it comes to using them in cooking... that's a different story.

➻ in all fairness, "my olfactory system is quite strong so i can't handle strong smells or flavours," is a fair excuse, but it doesn't hold much sway over the fact that his chopping skills, though he's glad to do something to help you out, also fit into that trademark practicality of, "we're going to eat it anyway, so why should it matter what it looks like?"

➻ tighnari would gladly take you on a tour of the forest, showing you firsthand all the plants that are edible — the fruit of this one is especially sweet, you know. i'll cut one open for you. — and which ones are definitely not, he may also have a little problem of sometimes forgetting that your teeth may not be as sharp as his own. maybe you're having a hard time biting through the tough skin of a fruit, or he'll catch you stuck chewing on a mushroom he picked out for you for a while, and he'll roll his eyes fondly, already bringing out a small blade to peel and cut another slice for you.

➻ he wants to be as immersed in your life as you are in his, though — and for you, he'll gladly deal with the spice-induced headache and dutifully follow each step of the recipe down to the letter. it's the least he can do for you after putting up with him for so long, and who knows? maybe on your next birthday, he'll have a nice meal to go with the flowers he grew for you.

#genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #tighnari x reader #bee writes

[bloody-bee-tea]

Tiny Bee~k 2023 Day 7 - Stillness

Cyno feels restless when he returns to Sumeru, almost bordering on being jittery. The mission had been a failure, though through no fault of his own—he could hardly be blamed for the researcher he was pursuing blowing himself up with barrels he wanted to use on Cyno—but things like that always weigh on Cyno’s mind.

And they tend to make him restless which the repeated flexing of his hand is a testament to.

Still, Cyno tries to push it out of his mind; he has to report back to Alhaitham since Nahida—who he now normally reports to, is away with the Traveler—and after that he can finally crash in his home.

Some sleep will do him good, he hopes, even though he doubts he will get much of it.

When he steps into Alhaitham’s office, he supresses a sigh. Alhaitham is currently in a somewhat heated debate it seems and Cyno knows just how much he hates it when those get interrupted. And especially for something like Cyno’s report, which absolutely can wait a moment longer.

Cyno sees Alhaitham’s eyes briefly dart over to him, so he knows he has been noticed, but just a second later Alhaitham focuses back on the scholar standing in front of his desk.

Cyno finds a seat for himself somewhere to Alhaitham’s left, intend on waiting this whole thing out, and even though curiosity gets the better of him, he has a hard time following along what is being said.

It seems as if Cyno is more tired than he thought because his eyes keep closing and every time it happens, getting them open again is harder than the time before.

Cyno tries to filter out the voices, simply concentrating on the cadence of their speech but even that lulls him to sleep.

There is just something about Alhaitham, Cyno distantly thinks. Something about the way he talks, the way he acts that seems calming to Cyno.

Or maybe it simply is the otherwise stillness of the office, he immediately thinks after, refusing to believe that Alhaitham could have any kind of affect on him beyond annoying him.

He smirks at his own thought and then he knows nothing for a while.

“Cyno?”

At hearing his voice Cyno jolts—not awake, because he hasn’t been asleep, thank you very much, but out of whatever kind of trance he had found himself in.

“I know you generally look with disdain at researches but I didn’t think we were this boring to you,” Alhaitham says, a teasing smile playing around his mouth and Cyno blinks two times before he fully finds back to himself.

“It’s just been a long day,” he explains, not rising to Alhaitham’s teasing and finally gets up, ready to give Alhaitham his report and then go home to crash.

The fact that he lays awake in his own bed for hours, is of course not puzzling at all.

~*~*~

Cyno finds himself back in Alhaitham’s office a few days later. Sleep at home still evades him and even though Alhaitham made that quip the last time he was there, Cyno graduated from the Akademiya as well and he knows how to test a hypothesis.

So he sits in Alhaitham’s office without offering any kind of explanation and can’t even feel smug when he does doze off not even five minutes in.

He startles awake when the elevator starts to whir to life and he comes to to curious eyes mustering him.

“Are you alright?” Alhaitham wants to know and Cyno pushes himself to his feet.

If he is receiving someone right now then Cyno should probably leave.

“Perfectly fine,” he gives back and the arch of Alhaitham’s eyebrow tells him exactly how much he believes Cyno.

Cyno refuses to explain himself though, still too unsure about the entire thing—and especially about how he’s supposed to put it into words—and so he simply gets on the elevator as soon as it comes to a stop, not even greeting whoever gets off it.

~*~*~

Cyno still doesn’t sleep at home, and so he finds himself in the matra office a day later. If it works in Alhaitham’s office, then it surely has to work in this office as well, right?

It’s probably the shuffling of paper or the scrape of a quill that has the relaxing effect on Cyno, so he should be able to doze off in another office no problem.

The matra office doesn’t work. Cyno moves on to the office of the temporary Scribe, thinking that maybe there’s just too much happening in the matra office. But even the office of the Scribe doesn’t work and Cyno only partially blames it on how nervous he seems to make the other man.

But that leaves him only with Alhaitham’s office, where he finds himself back at a day later.

Cyno is loathe to admit it, but he steps into the huge, open space and something in him immediately relaxes. Alhaitham acknowledges him with a nod of his head, not taking his eyes off the paper he’s currently studying and Cyno seats himself in his by now usual seat.

Alhaitham doesn’t seem bothered by his presence at all and Cyno takes the chance to observe him for a while. He’s still not entirely sure what it is about this entire set-up that makes him so relaxed, but by now he has to admit that Alhaitham has to play a role in it.

He’s simply reading over something and yet Cyno feels as if he could instantly drift off; the sight of Alhaitham being so still and yet doing his job is getting to him in a way Cyno can’t explain.

His mind starts to wander as he watches Alhaitham, and he’s slowly starting to nod off when Alhaitham suddenly puts the paper in his hand down.

“Have I done something to attract your suspicion lately?” Alhaitham asks and even though it should be startling Cyno right awake, he’s still slow to come back to himself.

“Why would you think so?” he finally asks when he can form coherent thoughts again and Alhaitham gives him a judging look.

“You’ve been in my office numerous times this week; never saying anything, just staring at me before leaving again. Am I under surveillance?”

“You never said anything before either,” Cyno gives back, still a little bit surprised at how easily Alhaitham has let him into his space even though it is his official office.

“But I am now,” Alhaitham gives back, abandoning his frankly unnecessary large throne that serves him as a office chair to come over to Cyno. “You look tired. Has something happened? Do you need some time off?”

Cyno gives that question some proper thought; he is tired but even if Alhaitham manages to give him some time off, he doubts he could sleep at home. It’s much more likely that he’ll find himself back in this office even more often and that would only raise more questions for Alhaitham.

Questions, Cyno is still not sure he has the answers to.

“No, it’s alright,” Cyno finally gives back and Alhaitham doesn’t even pretend to believe him.

“It’s clearly not.”

His searching gaze makes Cyno uneasy, so he decides to change the topic when the elevator starts it’s ominous whir again.

“Despite what you always claim, you’re awfully welcoming to everyone entering your office.”

“It’s hard to slam the door in someone’s face in this godforsaken, doorless office,” Alhaitham drily gives back and it startles a chuckle out of Cyno.

“Fair,” he gives back and then gets to his feet. “I’ll leave you to it then.”

Alhaitham seems as if he wants to say something else, but before he can Cyno already slipped away.

~*~*~

Cyno still refuses to believe that it is Alhaitham of all people who manages so easily to put him at ease, so he enters his office on a day he knows Alhaitham is out and about.

The office is quiet—just like before but something about it is off. Cyno feels restless in it, and even though he sits in the same chair as always, he can’t quite seem to settle down that day.

He heaves out a sigh.

It’s Alhaitham, then, Cyno finally has to admit that to himself. He spends one afternoon debating if that changes anything for him, if that knowledge will stop him from going back now, but in the end he has to admit that he suspected it from the beginning, so there’s no need to change anything.

It seems as if he’s the only one who thinks so, though, because when he returns to the office—this time with Alhaitham in it—just a day later, his chair is gone.

“What have you done?” Cyno turns betrayed eyes on Alhaitham, who simply regards him with an amused air around him.

“I didn’t think you’d be so attached to that one chair,” he mildly says and then pats the space right next to him.

“What?” Cyno asks, because surely Alhaitham cannot mean what he thinks he means but Alhaitham simply holds his gaze and repeats the motion.

Cyno’s feet—the traitors—bring him closer to Alhaitham’s hideous throne, but he doesn’t have to be happy about it and he conveys that with a glare. At least he hopes he does.

“What is the meaning of this?” he demands to know once he comes to a stop right in front of Alhaitham and he gets the distinct impression that Alhaitham wants to roll his eyes at him.

“You’re exhausted and you need to sleep. For some reason you come to my office for that but being slumped over in that chair really can’t be good. Here is better. You can lean against the back, curl up against the armrest or even lean on me. It should make you sleep better.”

Cyno opens his mouth, definitely wanting to say something, but nothing at all comes out. The thing is—Alhaitham is right. The chair is killing him—and his back, and neck—and the stupid throne has enough space for Alhaitham to work and Cyno to curl up in a corner.

It is the better option and Cyno hates that Alhaitham is pointing it out.

“Not a word about this to anyone,” Cyno hisses as he gets on the way-too-large throne, pressing himself into the corner to Alhaitham’s left.

Alhaitham’s mouth twitches and Cyno is very well aware how stupid his words are. Everyone who enters this office must have noticed the General Mahamatra drifting off here, and if they haven’t before, they most certainly will now, with him being right behind Alhaitham.

Still, Cyno can’t find it in him to mind it much, the sweet promise of some uninterrupted sleep too great for him to refuse this offer.

“Thank you,” he mumbles, shortly before he drifts off that day, and the only indication that Alhaitham heard him is the small pause in his writing.

Cyno is long asleep when Alhaitham whispers “You’re more than welcome.”

~*~*~

Cyno refuses to think about how he ends up with his head pillowed on Alhaitham’s leg while the other is doing his work, but this is the position he finds himself in most these days.

It does help with the pain in his back and neck and Alhaitham’s hand on his shoulder when he writes something or his hand in his hair when he reads something is a type of comfort Cyno never thought he’d find for himself.

When he mentioned this to Tighnari a while back, his friend had laughed long and hard at him before he sat him down and explained Cyno’s own feelings to him. And it wasn’t as if they were a surprise—Cyno is too in tune with himself not to realise that he has fallen for the other man—but to hear them out loud—it hadn’t been all that pleasant, is all.

Tighnari had asked him if he knew Alhaitham’s feelings on the matter and while Cyno couldn’t say for certain his actions certainly made him believe there was cause to hope.

Cyno doubts Alhaitham would just let anyone sleep on him—and occasionally drool, much to Cyno’s embarrassment—and Cyno had caught him twice now, staring at him with a soft look on his face.

It surely has to mean something.

He’s not about to bring it up though, because these days the little naps he takes in Alhaitham’s office are the only real good rest he gets and he’s not about to give them up, should he have read Alhaitham wrong.

At least not yet.

~*~*~

Cyno comes to tense and with an urge to hide. It takes him a split second to realize where he is—his head still pillowed on Alhaitham’s leg, with his hand repeatedly moving through Cyno’s hair—and he forces himself to stay still.

He doesn’t know what woke him and he needs to assess the situation first.

“Acting Grand Sage Alhaitham,” a voice says and Cyno immediately knows it’s this person’s steps who woke him.

“What can I do for you?” Alhaitham asks, his voice noticeably colder than it usually is and it feels as if the reassuring motion in Cyno’s hair gets more pronounced.

“It has come to my attention that you’re taking your time with your paperwork these days,” the other man says and Cyno wrecks his brain but he can’t remember his name.

He does know who he worked with before, though, but still he forces himself to remain calm.

“I wonder why that could be,” the man goes on and Cyno’s nape prickles. He must be looking at him then.

“Careful, Professor,” Alhaitham says. “Or one could think you’re judging my work.”

“It has just been noted,” the man drawls out and when Cyno dares to look up at Alhaitham he sees a cutting smile on his face.

“If this is about your research project I refused, rest assured that I would have refused it no matter what, and I will refuse it again, no matter how often you hand it in. No outward influences needed.”

There’s a long silence before Cyno hears a huff and then retreating steps. The elevator comes to life again and a minute later the office is quiet once more.

“You never wake up when someone enters the office. What is different with him?” Alhaitham wants to know, scratching lightly at Cyno’s scalp and Cyno closes his eyes.

“His steps. I know them. He worked with Azar before.”

Alhaitham hums.

“Not closely enough to implicate himself, I’m afraid,” Alhaitham mutters and keeps Cyno’s head where it is when he tries to sit up. “Don’t. You need more rest. You usually sleep deeply enough to sleep right through these things.”

Cyno blinks at that. It’s true; he rarely ever wakes up when someone enters the office and logically he knows that visitors must be frequent. His sleep has never been deep; his job doesn’t allow for it. He’s a light sleeper, awake at the smallest of sounds and always at least partially conscious about his surroundings.

The fact that all these things don’t apply when he’s here, with his head carefully cradled by Alhaitham makes him freeze.

“What did he mean, you’re slow with your work these days?” Cyno asks to give himself a little bit of time to compose himself again and Alhaitham huffs out a sigh.

“I find myself unwilling to leave the office, these days,” Alhaitham admits. “I would rather stay here and give you more time to rest than to wake you up.”

Cyno turns on his back at that, staring up at Alhaitham.

“You hate tardiness. You finish your work quickly and efficiently so that you can go home sooner.”

That makes Alhaitham chuckle.

“That is not wrong.”

“But,” Cyno prompts when Alhaitham doesn’t go on.

“I find that I hate it more when I have to wake you.”

“Oh,” Cyno whispers and then reaches up to grab Alhaitham’s hand still buried in his hair.

Alhaitham clearly misunderstands him because he’s in the motion of pulling away when Cyno finally manages to grab his hand and he’s quick to thread their fingers together.

Alhaitham relaxes when he notices what Cyno’s intention is and he rests his other hand on Cyno’s chest, right over his heart.

“What does that mean for us?” Cyno asks after a moment of comfortable silence and Alhaitham’s gaze darts out the window.

“It means that you will accompany me home now, so we can both get some actual rest,” he easily says as if it means nothing to him to invite Cyno into his home, his life, and his bed.

“We won’t if Kaveh is there,” Cyno reminds him with a small smile.

He loves the architect but if Alhaitham brings Cyno home with him only for them to vanish into Alhaitham’s bedroom then there will not be a quiet minute the entire evening.

“What do you propose then?” Alhaitham asks, clearly realising the truth and Cyno finally pushes himself up.

“I do have my own home,” he tells Alhaitham and pulls him up, making sure their hands stay entangled. “And a bed, even though I see how you would hardly believe that after all of this,” he waves his free hand around the office and watches with satisfaction how Alhaitham smiles at him.

“Best to show me then, so I can make sure of that with my own two eyes,” he teases and Cyno certainly does not melt on the spot when Alhaitham leans down and presses a kiss to Cyno’s forehead.

“Yeah, best to do that,” Cyno mumbles, overly aware of how hot his face suddenly is but then he decides that two can certainly play that game.

So he leans up on his toes to kiss the corner of Alhaitham’s mouth and he’s more than delighted to find that Alhaitham blushes easily.

He is certain that sleep will not be their immediate goal but as long as Alhaitham is with him Cyno is fine with anything. Because there is simply something special about Alhaitham.

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