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Prompt: You’ve been running around the house, demanded to do one too many chores all at the dissatisfaction of the people you live with. The Genshin men catch whiff of this.
A/N: nearly cried while writing this, long overdue!
**
Scaramouche
has seen you brutally exhausted the past couple of days.
Your tone of voice has changed, you look lost in thought whenever you’re around him, and a multitude of other things - he simply can’t not notice.
he figures maybe you’re working a bit too hard, and should just let it all pass.
In fact, weren’t you a grown person? You should be able to handle these things, right?
that is, until you got worse
he saw you less, and less, and whenever he did see you — had he managed to drag you out of the confinement of your home — you were on edge, irritable, and overall not the person he knew
He’s taken it upon himself to figure the fuck out, why you’ve been so distant
Your date has just ended, it’s around 4pm, and you’re hit with the loud, recurring noise of your phone’s ringtone.
Scaramouche, standing right next to you, is already fucking frustrated. He can’t figure out why you’re so tired, and it’s not like you’ve dropped any coherent hints anyway. So he decides to discreetly listen into the conversation from right next to you.
His blood boils at the noise.
“Hey, where are you?” The person on the phone says. “Come home quick. We need you to take care of things while we’re out.”
Scaramouche notices the way you grimace. “I’m out right now, I can’t.”
“We don’t care, no one’s at home to do the work and you’ve been doing a terrible job the past week. When are you going to take charge of your responsibilities and stop being so careless?”
The voice gets louder and louder as the conversation progresses, and you slowly begin to lose your patience. “I can’t just leave right now, I’m—“
“It doesn’t matter. If we don’t see the house clean by the time we get back, cross my fucking heart, Y/N, you’ll feel the wrath of it.”
“But I—“
“—Ungrateful, careless child.”
The phone hangs up.
You want to throw it across the fucking floor.
Alas, there’s nothing you can do. Yet again, they haven’t given you much choice. A sigh escapes you, and you pocket your phone. “I’m sorry, Scaramouche, but I have to go—“
The sight of his face shakes you to your core.
“Who. The fuck. Was that?” He asks, his voice calm, and careful, but his expression far from it.
You gulp, feeling intimidated. “It’s my family, they’re asking me to head home and take care of some stuff.”
“Ask?” He laughs, like this whole thing is a fucking joke. “Didn’t sound like asking to me. Sounded like they were fucking forcing you into it.”
“It’s my responsibility, though, I can’t just leave it,” you respond. There’s a tightness in your chest as you defend them — you know, deep down, they’re in the wrong. But they’re leaving you with no choice. You can already hear the punishment in your head, in great detail. You can hear their words reverberating in your ears.
“No fucking way, it sounds like they need to take care of their own responsibilities instead of thrusting them at you.”
Scaramouche, grabs your hand, and tugs you along. “You’re not going anywhere. If they call you again, I’ll fucking talk to them myself. Stupid fuckers. I can’t believe they’d take advantage of you like this.”
You have the rest of your date.
Eventually, scaramouche gets you to move out of your home. If things spiral out of control, he’s already on their tail to make them fuck the hell off. Will make sure they never bother yo again.
Supports you financially, too, til’ you can pay him back.
Well, he says you’ll be paying him back, but there’s no way that’s ever coming into fruition.
***
Kaeya
Will notice from the very moment your demeanour changes
You may think you’re able to hide things when you want to, but there’s always a slip-up and kaeya always stares it down.
Won’t ask you about it at first, hoping you’ll come to him eventually, but you never do.
It isn’t until he happens to look over you while you’re messaging them, that he starts getting serious
You’ve received messages from them basically listing the chores you’re in charge with as soon as you get home, and all the previous feelings of happiness from hanging out with your boyfriend deflate.
Rereading the messages don’t make you feel any better, but now there’s an ache in your chest, wondering what would happen if you forgot, or didn’t do all those things by the time they get home.
“What’s that?” Kaeya asks. He’s already read it, though, while you’ve been sulking.
“It’s nothing serious, just my work for the day,” you respond, sighing as you quickly type out a response.
Kaeya nudges your shoulder. “That’s a pretty long list of things to do,” he leans over, scrolling up through the previous messages, skimming them before you can stop him. “They treat you like this? Do you even get paid?”
“Hah, I wish. Then i wouldn’t hate it as much.”
You’re about to hit send, but Kaeya suavely slips the phone put of your hands, tucking it into his pocket.
“Hey!” You jump, hands not sure where to touch to get it back. “I was about yo—“
“And I’m afraid you won’t be able to,” Kaeya smiles, his hand now trailing down to your fingers, intertwining with them. “What a shame. Now, where were we? I was going to help you relax?”
“What? Kaeya, we—“
“To the salon it is, darling.”
Convinces you to move in with him, get a small, manageably sized apartment for you two to live in. Chips in with housework, will never overwork you the way your previous roommate did.
**
Itto
a bit of an oblivious duck
has no idea how bad you’re feeling until you start cancelling plans on him
Thinks that maybe he’s done something wrong, so ends up at your front door to apologize for whatever it is he did
Discovers he isn’t the problem here
Your doorbell rings, and you’re snapped out of your cleaning frenzy. Your housemates get to the door before you, though, and you feel worse, wondering if that’s the groceries they’ve ordered, waiting for you to have to organize all those things in their spots.
You can already feel an ache setting in your muscles, but you choose to stay in blissful ignorance until then.
However, a familiar voice startles you from your stupor.
“I’m here to see Y/n, are they home?” Itto asks, boisterous and loud.
The person opening the door, to your utmost dread. “No, they aren’t. Who are you? What do you want?”
“Oh, we’re super close. Didn’t they talk about me? The great Itto?” Itto laughs, unaware of the clearly uncomfortable tone from them.
“They’re busy, so you can leave.”
Out of curiosity, you approach the door, and Itto spots you immediately from the corner of his eye.
“Y/N!” He yells, turning to wave as he towers over them. “There you are! We need to talk. Wow, you look exhausted — why did you say they weren’t home?”
“I’m going to have to ask you to leave,” your housemate tuts, ready to close the door shut in his face.
“Hey, wait! I need to talk to them, it’s important—“
“Didn’t you hear me?! Leave, before I—“
You jump in, frantic. “Hey, hey, it’s okay, I can talk to him—“
“You go back to your work and keep your nose out of it,” they whisper-yell, and you’re realising just how much the punishment will hurt as soon as Itto leaves.
Not wanting things to escalate further, you wave to itto and retreat back into the kitchen.
“Wait! Y/N!” Itto yells again.
He’s never seen you this tired out before. Heck, he’s realising just how long it’s been since you last had time to go out with him or his friends.
“You can’t talk to them like that!” Itto pushes against the door with his arm, his strength blocking it from closing further. “They said it’s okay. Who are you to dictate that?”
Even with the stubbornness of your housemate, itto pries open the door and invites himself in. No way is he going to let you go after this.
He calls after you again, finding you in the kitchen. You were trying to hold back tears. Of what? You didn’t have enough mental room to figure it out. Tears may have streamed down your face already.
Itto’s hands are out, unsure of whether to touch you or not. Eventually, he settles for holding your hand, gently leading you out. You follow.
“Hey, they’re in the middle of work! Who the hell do you think you ar-“
Itto shoots them a glare that shuts their mouth right up. He thinks its the least angered thing he can do.
How dare they treat you like this? You deserved so much better.
Though, he breathed in, and breathed his anger out. He wouldn’t want you to see him so uptight when you’re clearly the one trembling in his arms.
You’re led ot of the house, to a quiet place a few ways away — Itto made sure his gang kept your roommates out of it — and finally, you sit.
Itto will sit there, comfort you as long as you would like.
Will start talking to the roommate. Him and his gang scold the fuck out of them, no matter their age. If they don’t start improving, Itto will take out his savings and get you to move into a house with him, instead. Wants to make sure you’re safe, not mistreated.
“They’ll realise they’re worthless without you, hah, I hope they regret everything they did to you.”
**
Diluc
notices you feeling extra jittery lately
You’re restless, upset, and look frazzled, distracted, like you’re trying hard to hold on
Very concerned at your occasional outbursts, from small little things
It isn’t until one little thing he asks of you puts you in a full on stress-attack
“Hey, darling,” you hear diluc say from the dining hall as you walk down the stairs. “Could I ask you to pick up some of the papers from my desk? The ones with ‘dissertation’ written with red ink.”
You’re caught off guard, feeling your hands stiffen by your sides. Nonetheless, you figure it’s harmless, and reply that you will before heading for his office.
You see his table piled up with different papers, and your hands start to stiffen again. Before you realize it at all, your hands bunch up together, you stand at the doorway, struggling to take it all in. There’s so much, and there’s so much you’ve been doing, so much you still have yet to do.
Yet, you persevere. It can’t be that hard to find the papers, right? They’re in bright red ink! Yeah. You’ll get through this.
Rigid as your body moves, you make it to the table. You try not to take in the clutter — your body starts to feel cluttered on the inside, like you’re stuffed full of cotton and scrunched paper and your mind can’t take it.
You’re scared.
Why are you scared?
The list of things continues to grow in your mind.
There’s this, then that, then that other thing you’re behind on, and the thing you’ve been meaning to do for a while now, then…
You start shaking.
You don’t realise you’re shaking, because you stand there, your thoughts going ballistically fast, one after the other, so cluttered that all it does is stuff you even more with cotton.
“Darling?” You hear, and whip your head around to see diluc standing by the entrance, worry stretched across his face.
He seems to take in your shaken state, the way your hands have bunched up at your chest and your breathing getting steadily more erratic.
He calls your name, making his way to you.
The room is too messy for you to think.
You can’t think.
You close your eyes, try to breathe, find any semblance of order in your racing mind…
Diluc comes to you, his hands on your shoulders. “What happened? Is everything okay?”
The words come out sounding wrong. “I don’t… I’m… I can’t find the papers, I can’t find them—“
“Darling, no, it’s okay, they’re just papers, I can find them later,” diluc protests, but you only seem to stir further.
“Why am I feeling like this? It’s just some paper, why am I so— so restless?”
“Perhaps you’ve been pushing yourself too hard,” diluc responds, his hands slowly falling to hold your head against him and wrap you in his embrace.
“But I haven’t done what I needed to! Why am I so tired?”
Diluc was no stranger to overwork, hence your words hitting him like a brick. Is this how others felt when they saw him burnt out?
“Come, darling,” he breathes, soothing you by playing with your hair. “I’ll get Adelinde to send for some tea. Let’s go to the lounge and talk, okay?”
<i thought this idea was super cute so hope you enjoy! >
the sky is colored a hue of deep blue when XIAO returns home.
he slowly pushes open the front door and carefully sets his spear against the wall before making his way to the bedroom.
the moon through the open bedroom window is the first thing that catches his attention– radiating a soft glow that illuminates the small room, before finally, his gaze flickers to you.
you were curled up in the corner of the large bed and xiao suddenly feels a pang of unexplainable guilt when he sees the empty space beside you– one you no doubt left for him.
with a small sigh, he lowers himself onto the ground and leans against the side of the bed. sorry for making you sleep alone.
he feels the mattress dip as you shift in your sleep, and his eyes snap to you.
the moonlight from the open window hits your pillow at just the right angle, and xiao melts at your peaceful expression.
almost subconsciously, his hands reach towards you, and with gentle fingers he brushes a small strand of hair out of your face. he hesitates to pull away, which is why he couldn’t help the way his hand lingers for just a moment longer on your cheek.
when night falls in liyue, demonic spirits appear all throughout the region, and xiao knows he shouldn’t waste anymore time here. so in one swift motion, he pushes himself up from the ground.
“see you in the morning,” he whispers softly– a promise that you won’t wake up alone in an empty bed.
AYATO lets out a sigh of relief when he reaches the familiar front gates of home, but the curious soft glow emanating from under the front door makes his steps falter.
that’s peculiar, the lights are still on at this hour? he frowns to himself before slowly pushing open the front door.
“welcome back.”
ayato’s head snaps up at the sound of your voice and his gaze catches yours. it’s currently an unearthly hour to be awake so the sight of you holding open the front door was an unexpected surprise.
“you’re still awake?”
“just doing some light reading,” you respond with a small smile, casually holding up the book in your hand.
your voice sounded weaker, and your eyelids looked heavy– ayato notices.
he shakes his head lightly, laying a hand gently on the top of your head, “you shouldn’t stay up for me.”
you shrug, “I wasn’t tired.” yet ayato doesn’t miss the way your eyes flicker away from his.
with a small sigh, he places a hand on your cheek– a gentle request for your attention.
he chuckles lightly when your eyes flutter shut and he feels the weight of your head rest against his hand. “you’re not a very good liar,” he tells you lightly.
“’m tired now,” you mumble quietly.
ayato slowly lets his hand fall from your cheek before pulling you into his chest, supporting the weight of your body with his own. “I know, love,” he responds softly. “let’s go to bed.”
the heavy curtains draped in front of the window do a good job at shielding the moonlight, so DILUC is thankful for the small orange lamp on the bedside table when he steps into the bedroom.
he slides carefully under the blanket into the spot beside you, cursing inwardly when the bed frame creaks loudly.
“diluc?” your groggy voice cuts through the silence of the dimly-lit room and he freezes in place.
he watches as you slowly roll around to face him and lift your head off your pillow, blinking the sleep out of your eyes.
you’d always been a rather light sleeper, and diluc knows it’s selfish of him to want to sleep beside you instead of settling on the couch for the night, especially since it’s currently well past midnight.
“sorry for waking you,” he whispers softly.
but you shake your head, reaching out to give his hand a gentle tug, and he’s coaxed further into the comfort of your presence.
diluc relaxes when you cuddle into him and his arms wrap around you instinctively.
“I’m glad you’re here,” you mumble into him, and his lips curve into a small smile at your words.
he chuckles lightly into your hair and places a soft kiss on the top of your head, “shh, go back to sleep.”
holding you in his arms and feeling the steady rhythm of your chest rising and falling with each breath, diluc finally lets the fatigue wash over him.
You took all the pillows in the shared bed, therefore, Diluc had to find an alternative.
Fluff : No Trigger Warnings
800 words
My lovely husband Diluc deserves comfort and we deserve cuddles so here is something that I really enjoyed writing, I really hope this is good though, thus feedback is always appreciated <3
Diluc had enough of this.
He loves you more than anything, undoubtedly so.
But this had to stop tonight.
You were always stealing all the pillows in your shared bed.
“You little egoistic”, Diluc murmured while watching you sleep like a baby, with his heavy eyes. Although, even if the red-haired man was annoyed at this, he couldn’t help but gazed at you with so much love.
Diluc gave up on trying to get back to sleep after a moment.
Choosing for now to lay on his side, facing you, his left arm under his head, bringing him little to no comfort. Watching you sleep fondly was at least soothing him, a little smile forming on his lips at the picture before him.
Your head was resting on three pillows, while your hands were holding tightly a fourth pillow. His pillow. Diluc pouted at that. How many pillows do you need to fall asleep, he wondered.
Your eyes were shut peacefully, your mouth slightly agape, letting little snores slip from it. For a thief, you were indeed quite cute, he thought.
But even now, it seems that all the pillows weren’t enough for your slumber, when your hand unconsciously reaches for Diluc's shirt. His figure, apparently not close enough to your own body. Making Diluc chuckles quietly at your cuteness for the umpteenth time today. His own hand finding its way to the top of your head, threading his fingers through your hair to caress it gently for a moment. His calloused hand then decided to run lightly on your cheekbones, his thumb finishing the loving caress by cuddling your cheeks affectionately.
Your lover could almost fall asleep like this. Lulled by your little sleepy sounds, and the feeling of your soft skin under his dancing fingers.
Almost. If only his neck wasn’t bent in half, under his arm for several minutes now.
Fortunately Diluc was resourceful. If he couldn’t have his pillows then he would find something else to sleep on. Luckily, someone highly enticing was laying just in front of him. He just had to remove the pillow in between your arms, throwing it at the same time to the other side of the room, to take place in between your arms. His head relaxing on your chest, he couldn’t deny the fact that you were indeed even more comfortable than the pillows. He let out a little sigh at the warmth embracing his whole body, making him hold you tighter with his arms caging you in, wanting you as close to him as he could.
“You are crushing me right now”, came your voice heavy with sleep, not without a little chuckle from your part at the sight of your husband attached to you and without any intention of letting go. Diluc being too comfortable on his newly found pillow was a sight to behold, his broad back was covering most of your form while his loosen bright red hair cascaded on his side. You couldn't resist stroking his head lovingly, almost making him purr from the oh so pleasant sensation you were gifting him with your fingers.
Diluc was quick to answer, “A certain someone apparently stole all the pillows from me, thus I had no better choice than to find a better one, little thief.” While his hand found its way under your shirt, drawing random little shapes on your side playfully, “I don’t regret my choice though, it seems that this pillow is warmer, cozier and mainly…more exquisite I would dare to say”, your partner finishes with a kiss on your collarbones.
“I'm happy to be of use then”, you joked at him while still combing through his wild mass of hair, looking at him with a bright smile.
Diluc put all his weight on his arms to get eye-level with you, returning to his usual serious self for a second, “I always think that I can’t be more enamored with you than I am at the moment, still, each time I share a split second with you, I can not be more wrong”.
With that, you can’t find any words to match the passion from Diluc’s words, your eyes watering at the expanse of his love for you, that you can only return with a kiss, one mimicking the same fervor as his, your tongues dancing with each other for a short moment, but long enough to replicate your shared feelings.
With a last peck on your lips, Diluc returns to his previous position, his head on your chest with his hands under your shirt to let his fingers glide across your warm skin, while your own are lacing through his hair. A shared soothing moment, relishing the presence of the other, that soon changes to a deep slumber in a loving embrace.
expl: they pay your house a visit and see you in your pajamas, flustered by the exposed skin when they're so used to seeing you in your regular outfit
a/n: back
second person writing no pronouns used
Diluc didn't often pay your home a visit because he never had a reason to do so. You were always on time to the tavern, so today, when you had shown up late he decided he'd pay a visit just to make sure you were alright!
It wasn't often that he took this trip to the other side of the city of Mondstat. He only really saw these parts when he was doing his justice as the "Darknight Hero," but he knew you lived here when he had to drop you off after a couple too many drinks. Which was a shame because you also never remembered when you practically clung to him the whole way while flirting.
He took a couple steps towards your door and knocked 3 times. Standing in silence for a bit before hearing the sounds of some clattering objects in the house. Along with the sound of your voice cursing when something fell with it.
The door swung open and you appeared before it, disheveled, and looking like you just woke up. Your expression immediately turning flustered when you realized your boss was at your front door, and you were dressed in your pajamas.
Diluc's eyes flew to your appearance, especially the fact that the clothes you were wearing were very uneven, along with a lot of skin being shown. You seemed to notice his glance going down further and further, before raking back up to your eyes. Lifting the bottoms that were slowly falling down your hips, you sheepishly smiled before speaking,
"Diluc! Can I ask why you-" This was when your face dropped in immediate realization. Unfortunately, your brain chose at that moment to catch up with everything surrounding you. It was the afternoon, you just woke up, and it was Sunday. Wait? It's Sunday.
You jumped nearly 50 feet, scattering to explain with your hands in the air. "Oh my god! I am so sorry! I was out really late last night and I- God I'm so sorry! I will be down there in 5 minutes trust me I promise!"
Rushing back into your house, slamming the door and the sound of more clattering objects and your cursing reached Diluc's ears. He finally allowed his face to dust a shade of pink, pulling his hand over to his mouth and rubbing it in an embarrassing matter.
Xiao was the "Conquerer of Demons" he was vicious, strong, and scary. Xiao was the "Conquerer of Demons" but here he was, doing an errand. Ridiculous, an errand? All he was trying to do was make his way up to the top of the Wangshu Inn when Verr Goldet practically cornered him and asked him for a favor.
And how can Xiao say no? She gave him a place of safety and he would do anything to repay her for the kindness she's shown. Verr had asked him if he could deliver a package to a room closer to the top floor. He knew it was your room just by the number, often walking by and waiting a few seconds to hear any noises in there.
Xiao knocked on your door, silently hoping you wouldn't take your time getting to the door and this could end quickly. He waited a couple more seconds before hearing the sounds of you walking towards the door. The door opened slower than he thought it would and you came out looking like you had just woken up the minute he knocked.
Your pajamas were hanging loosely off you and Xiao's eyes wasted no time looking down at all the exposed skin that was showing. Your eyes squinted so much that you couldn't see the way his face lit up like a firework at the sight of you.
"Xiao? What're you doing here?" The voice you spoke with sounded groggy. Still unaware of The Conquerer of Demons losing it at your appearance. He said no word and quickly handed over the package, nearly making you lose your balance before disappearing away.
Scaramouche was not an observer, he didn't care what people were doing or what they looked like. All he was focused on was doing his own thing. Which was why it confused him to no end why Kusanali was managing to keep his attention right now.
At least, to Scaramouche. it was confusing, but the Dendro Archon knew what she needed to say in order to keep the wanderer's attention. Your name alone kept him focused on her words and she continued to manage to add you to the problem in order for him to find the solution.
"And that's why I think if we manage to get-"
The sound of a door slamming alerted both Kusanali and Scaramouche, along with the Traveler and Paimon across the room. Your flustered appearance entered the room, clearly out of breath from running all the way up here. Why did they put so many stairs leading up to the Sanctuary?
"Nahida. I am. So sorry. That I missed-" The sounds of your out-of-breath panting were in between every word you spoke, which eventually just led you to put your hands on your knees to catch it. You ran all the way up here as soon as you woke up, seeing the sunshine high in the sky and knowing you forgot to meet up with Nahida about the plan she had. Which led you to rush out in your pajamas, earning a few strange looks from passers-by on your way up.
"I had totally overslept and forgot about the plan..." Your words trailed off when you finally looked up and saw Scaramouche gleaming a bright red at your outfit. His eyes were anywhere but your own, examining your body like he was trying to engrave the image in front of him.
"Scaramouche? Are you okay?" Your voice finally reached his ears as he recollected himself from the shock, shooting his eyes back up to your own. The emotions that ran through were clear, confusion, embarrassment, and then finally anger. He shot up from his seat startling both Paimon and the Traveler, Nahida remaining unfazed.
"This is stupid! I'm out of here!" His voice trailed off as he stomped away from the scene. Knowing that when he was out of shot, another glance at your back would send him red-faced again.
Cyno found himself once again back in the desert visiting the Traveler and their flying white-haired companion in order to help with another quest. Back in the village of Aaru Village, the 3 traveled around asking about something the quest giver was looking for.
"And I told her there was no way I was falling for- Hey look, it's Candace!" Paimon exclaimed, pointing in the direction where the indigo-haired woman was walking. They managed to catch up with her after Paimon's screeching caught her attention.
She told them that she was going back to the main building where they had first gathered when the Traveler visited, saying she was finished running her errands and was returning back. Cyno nodded in silence while he let Paimon do most of the talking, letting his mind wander what you were up to right now.
The 3 entered the building and quickly helped Candace settle her bags onto the table. Paimon was just to go back to squeaking before Cadance quickly threw a finger over her mouth and pointed towards the couch in the corner.
There you slept, half off the couch with your pajamas nearly falling off your shoulder and hips. Cyno knew you were in the room since he entered, and didn't let his eyes leave your figure in the corner once. His face was blank, but anyone who knew him closer than others would know he was flustered by all means. Which meant Cadance's smile didn't leave her face either when she watched him move his eyes across your whole body.
"Cyno! Cyno!" Paimons voice returned to his consciousness and he quickly looked over at her, not before shooting an extra glance toward you again.
"We're leaving now? Are you gonna come with us?" She said, floating around in an impatient manner. He shook his head and spoke, "No, I have other matters I need to catch up with here as well. You can go on ahead."
The Traveler nodded before Paimon could complain and walked off back to where the original quester was waiting. Cyno turned back to you before realizing Cadance had left the room too.
You later woke up with the General Mahamatra's sleeping form in the chair near you, and a blanket covering your whole body.
alhaitham visited and cyno nearly broke his skull in when he saw his eyes shoot to your body
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snow day w/ tighnari, kaeya, gorou, ayato
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synopsis !! somehow, you find yourself stuck in a broom closet with your academic rival, alhaitham— and oh? is that a mistletoe?
contains !! 2.4k wc , gn reader, enemies to lovers? fluffy drama! dialogue-centric post, some intimacy (obviously)— lots of fluffy love. flustered things, alhaitham can't hold back okay- FOR SOME REASON IM NERVOUS ABOUT POSTING THIS IDK the outline was way longer than I thought, hence the late Christmas post
note !! i joined my first christmas collab event by @dustofthedailylife ! aaaaah and im also practicing scenario events where the setting is restricted (like a broom closet heheh)
11:46 PM, Christmas Eve
You shouldn't have listened to Kaveh. It's his party, in his (shared) house, yet you nodded along when he told you to grab a broom from the closet. It sounded simple enough—
Walking over to the broom closet at the end of the hall, away from the bustling party in the livingroom. Grabbing the handle, pulling it open, almost shrieking when you spotted the actual homeowner standing with the most irked expression on his face, then—
There are hands on your back, shoving you in as the closet door slams, the bang muffled by loud music. Your breath catches in surprise. Your face plants firmly on the forbidden chest. There are clicking noises outside the door handle.
In front of you, Alhaitham scowls and you can practically feel the anger radiating off of him.
"Did- did Kaveh just—" You stutter, still confused from the whirlwind of events that happened within seconds.
"Yes. He did. That bastard, I swear I'll-"
You drown out the insults and threats spewing from his mouth as you turn to look around. The closet is small, very small, the type that shouldn't have people in it in the first place.
The door is firmly on your back and you can feel that Alhaitham's own back is up against the shelves. Next to you stand a broom and mop, taking up the remaining space in the room. It's dark and you could barely tell what's in front of you (this firm thing. . . it is his chest, right?).
"How long have you been here?" You wonder out loud.
"5 wasted minutes. After he knocked over a bowl of chips and told me to get a broom. Honestly, that imbecile–"
"He told me to get a broom for the chips too! What the heck. This was premeditated!"
"Doesn't take a genius to figure that one out."
Your eyes narrow at his comment, glaring at what you suppose was his face.
"If you're so genius, you could have escaped the second he opened up that door."
"Ha, I could have if it weren't for a certain someone getting shoved into me."
"I'm not a wrecking ball, Scribe Haitham." You scoff, shifting to face him better. Of all the people to get pranked with, it just had to be your academic rival —from the day you received second place in the akademiya entrance exams to the day you both proposed the exact same thesis topic— he was always a step ahead and that infuriated you.
5 years ago, Entrance Exam Results Day
Of course, it wasn’t that he’s a smidge better than you that you hate him; rather, it’s because he acts like he’s so much better than anyone else that you hated him — from staring you down the day you tried to congratulate him on getting first place, to refusing to cooperate together despite having the same thesis topic — you believe your reasons for hating him are quite valid.
“You’re Alhaitham, right? Congratulations on receiving first place on the exams!” You greet cheerfully, a hand extended for him to shake. It was the first day commemorating the start of your academic life and you figured you might as well surround yourself with the right crowd.
Yet, he stays frozen, an odd squint in his eyes and you wonder if you should keep your hand out longer.
“It was to be expected.” He states simply, lightly shrugging, before returning to the book he was reading.
To be expected? First place? In Teyvat’s most prestigious academic institution? The one you toiled day and night in, consuming mountain loads of information, just to deserve your rank? Internally, you decided that you didn’t like him and that he’s an arrogant piece of sh– no, good thoughts (Name), you should befriend your schoolmates.
“Hahaha is that so? I guess you really must be smart,” You force a laugh, retrieving your hand, “If you don’t know yet, I’m–“
“I know you. You’re the one who received second on the exams.”
Okay. It’s official. He’s an arrogant piece of shit.
You grit your teeth, smiling, “. . . It was nice meeting you, Alhaitham. See you when lectures start.”
11:53 PM, Christmas Eve
". . . Stop moving." He tells you.
"What?"
"I said stop moving."
"I'm literally just breathing here, do you want me to stop that too?"
"You're squirming like a worm. Do you want to knock over chemicals off their shelves?”
Oh yeah, this was a broom closet.
"I can't help it when you're taking up all the space!" You huff in his direction, trying to get a clearer view of him with squinted eyes in the dark.
"Unless you want to kiss me, I suggest you stop trying to shove your face into mine as well."
You feel your face heat up, a stutter evident in your voice, "W-what? Why on Teyvat would I ever want that!"
"It's a statement, I never said you wanted it." He scoffs. It was getting warmer in the room, the inescapable warmth of him spreading to you and you wonder if your heartbeat was always this loud. You shuffle uncomfortably, how could he even insinuate that? This arrogant guy!
Maybe it was the small space getting to you, or the tension of being so close to someone you clearly feel contempt for, but you couldn’t stop the next words you say.
“Maybe you’re the one who wants to kiss me! How would I know you didn’t plan this with your roommate?” You jibe back, “Honestly, what kind of homeowner gets trapped in their own broom closet!”
“First of all, we both know -as Kaveh’s mutual friend- that he’s a bastard with his mind in the gutters. This is all his mastermind plan. Secondly, if you want to kiss me that badly, you don't even have to provoke me. by starting a fight.” Before you could even respond to that (or manage to comprehend it), you feel him shuffling back, his muscular torso moving to the whims of his arm as it presses against your own chest.
You unknowingly hold your own breath. Thump, thump, thump– is that his heart or yours?
A sound of a chain, metal clinking, reaches your ears.
“H-hold on, what are you doing?!” You panic, flustered.
“I’m trying to grab the pull-switch for a light, what do you think I’m doing?” He all but hisses back, “Now hold still—”
Light floods the room at the clicking sound, blinding you temporarily.
"—Oh, how convenient, there's a mistletoe above us. Now here's your chance to kiss me." You hear him say and you freeze, quickly glancing up at the bright bulb to see the unmistakable mistletoe hanging next to it. Your jaw drops slightly.
"I— I am not kissing you! I told you that!" You exclaim, hands trying to shove him away for what little space you could muster. Kaveh is dead once you get out of here, you think to yourself.
You hear him scoff, "Again, I was only teasing you-"
"Then I suggest you stop!"
"-but I'd rather not reject tradition."
"W-what?"
5 years ago, Entrance Exam Results Day
Alhaitham believes in love. He understands everything about it– from the chemical compositions to the process. He understands the build up of love.
Naturally, it began when he saw your name only second to his first rank. It wasn't anything particularly special, you were a few points below the prodigy and he found it curious how someone managed to keep up with his wits.
“You’re Alhaitham, right? Congratulations on receiving first place on the exams!”
He's frozen. He knows he's staring. There's a hand outstretched for him yet he hasn't willed his own to take it. It's only for a second but internally, he recognizes the lapse in his act. Say something, Alhaitham, say it now–
“It was to be expected.” He states simply, lightly shrugging, before returning to the book he was reading. It lays flat on his hand and he rereads the same sentence, conscious of your presence next to him. He tries to rationalize– he finds you attractive, you seem to be his type, and it's natural for a man such as himself to eventually feel such things and react this way. Not even he, as logical as he is, could be an independent variable for love.
“Hahaha is that so? I guess you really must be smart,” You laugh and he finds the sound pleasant but forced as you retrieve your hand. “If you don’t know yet, I’m–“
He knows you. He saw your name and looked up the basic credentials already, it's natural as the soon-to-be-top student of your batch.
“I know you. You’re the one who received second on the exams.”
“. . . It was nice meeting you, Alhaitham. See you when lectures start.”
It seems he didn't make a good first impression; but that's fine, logically, he has no plans to act on his feelings anyway. As the elders would say– studies first before lovers.
5 years ago, Thesis Proposal Day
Logic was harder to act on when love was the opponent –as Alhaitham later realized– because, Archons, were you difficult to get rid of.
He notices you– everywhere. This shouldn't be surprising considering your similar academic strands and ranks, but that was exactly the issue! He was hyperaware of everything you did and what you would next do.
Alhaitham believes in love. He knows of all the ridiculous tropes, unable to escape the concept of it as it floats around even in one of the most highly rational spaces in Teyvat. He had no plans of pursuing love, it isn't something he wanted to fit into his intricate schedule,
Yet, he feels pulled by it.
He sees you in class, the seat next to you empty, and he wants to take it but he doesn't.
He bumps into you in the halls, your hands carrying stacks of research materials, but you could handle yourself as he glances the other way.
You ask him, almost hesitantly, shyly, if he would like to pair up for one of the most important thesis projects in your lives and– he flat out refuses, because -archons forbid- the remnants of his discipline and self-control be lost over sleepless nights with you next to him, working on something you both proposed.
No, he would not have that. It's not a part of his life plan (you aren't part of his life plan).
Yet, as he passes out papers in class, people's hands brushing against his, he can't help but compare yours– your hand, your fingers brushing on his, skin on skin, he feels it in his nerve receptors, electric despite not electrifying– yours is felt so much more than how he felt the others and he can't describe how.
12:00 AM, Christmas Day
And he feels it again now. The hyperawareness of you on him, like the day your fingers brushed– this illogical, subtle, uncontrollable feeling.
It must be love, he tells himself. He understands love and everything about it and it infuriates him.
But the closet is too small, you're much too close, he wants to do something. Then– he remembers. A mistletoe. Kaveh hung a mistletoe in the broom closet. Mentally, he knew this all along, but now it was becoming increasingly obvious that a mistletoe existed above him (Above you. Above you and him).
Thump, thump, thump– it's his heart beating. He shuffles to reach a chain, he needs to see it to believe it (that a mistletoe is there) but what good would that do? Is it to simply show you? To see how you'd react? A chance for him to act on these frantic feelings?
Love is illogical, it's breaking the bottle he so carefully closed.
“H-hold on, what are you doing?!” You panic, flustered.
“I’m trying to grab the pull-switch for a light, what do you think I’m doing?” He replies and he hopes he doesn't sound too rushed, “Now hold still—”
Light floods the room at the clicking sound, and it blinds him temporarily, but he feels everything– you being there, your clothes brushing against his and your skin on his, everything and everything–
–and the mistletoe, there.
"Oh, how convenient, there's a mistletoe above us. Now here's your chance to kiss me." He says and time unmistakably slows for him. His heart is steady, as if acting on his feelings were the only way to calm his fight with himself.
You look up at him frantically, "I— I am not kissing you! I told you that!" You exclaim, hands trying to shove him away for what little space you could muster.
He scoffs, "Again, I was only teasing you-"
"Then I suggest you stop!"
"-but I'd rather not reject tradition."
"W-what?"
You freeze as he tests the waters. He understands love, he understands all the tropes, the build-up, the chemicals, but -holy dendro archon- is he taking risks.
"I'm asking if I could kiss you."
"Wha-what!"
"You're repeating your words now. Would you like me to ask again or should I give you time to clear your ears?"
Under the warm light, he sees you visibly gulp. He can't help the way he leans in closer, an arm resting on the door beside your head.
"I don't need to clear my ears! I just- I thought you, well, hated me," You hurriedly reply, looking away from his own gaze. The floor is way more interesting, it seems.
"Hated you? Whoever said that?"
"W-well, you acted as though you did. Always avoiding me, always pulling away–"
"I'm not pulling away now, am I?" As if to prove his point, he leans closer, slipping his fingers under your chin to face him directly, "But it seems like you're the one shying away."
You're sure you stopped breathing at some point.
"To be fair, I was trying to avoid you back then. But not in the way that you think." His thumb brushes over your lower lip, "It was never because I hated you. In fact, it's quite the opposite."
Silence lingers in the air at his subtle confession. At the lack of a reply, Alhaitham sighs, "If I'm making you uncomfortable, we can break this door down and yo-"
"I'm not uncomfortable!" You blurt out, "I- I just didn't think you- you felt this way."
"Then may I?"
"May you?" You repeat questioningly.
"Mistletoe." He states and stiffly, he feels the slightest nod of your head on his fingers and–
The door swings open.
"MERRY CHRISTMAS, LOVEBIRDS! How are we doing? Is my dear housemate finally getting some action in his bleak life?"
"KAVEH!!!"
prompt !! "oh, how convenient, there's a mistletoe above us."
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