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Chapter 23? Perhaps posted in a reasonable time? Ayo?👀 also, guess who forgot to do a recap last time. I'll fix that eventually.

Guide!Au is a SAGAU inspired idea where the Player, instead of being seen as a creator, is seen as the only outworlder god who cares for Teyvat.

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In the last chapter, [Name] woke up from their rest and looked over their room, not long later they heard whispers floating through the wind and Paimon explained the 'comprehend languages' setting allowed them to hear the wind. [Name] was stressed and simply decided to fall asleep, waking up within their serenitea pot. 

They're unsure on if it's a dream or not but we'll find out.

"Hello. Who's back?" A voice rang from the top of the stairs and [Name] shrugged. Speak of the devil they supposed.

[Name] went silent for a moment, now petting the animal and scratching its sides. They realized they should likely give the pet a name, if the inhabitants of their tea house had yet to do so that was.

Might as well face whoever lived in the tea pot.

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The wooden stairs of the building and second level of the building blocked their view of the individual, so with a sigh they stood up and gave the dog one last pat on the head.

They felt their bones click back into place and took a moment to pop their bones, the click echoing through the empty hall made [Name] wince, especially as the voice from above them spoke again "Who is down there? Are you Alright?"

[Name] let out a groan and stepped closer to the staircase, getting close enough to look up and meet absolutely gorgeous red eyes.

The red eyes widen and [Name] gave him a slight smile. Kazuha wasn't exactly a character [Name] used often but his design was absolutely gorgeous. His hair looked even better in person, it appeared incredibly soft and fell across his face perfectly.

However, [Name] wasn't a simp so all they responded to his stunned face with was a small wave. "Good evening Kazuha. I hope you're doing well."

Kazuha stiffened and straightened up before giving his own form a hello. "Hello there. I'm not sure we've met. I apologize for my shock, I wasn't expecting a new vessel, after all, Their Grace hasn't been calling for anyone in a while."

[Name] paused for a second. "Excuse me? Vessel?"

Kazuha raised an eyebrow. "Yes? Ah, are you from the new nation that The Guide visited? What was it… Sumeru?"

[Name] chuckled, a vague idea of the source of the confusion between the two. Each character who had seen them so far had been told they were some sort of God, Kazuha had no such misconceptions.

It wouldn't hurt anyone to lie? Right?

With a smile, they nodded. "I think so? The best way to describe it is that I was summoned."

Kazuha nodded. "You and I are alike in that case. I haven't spoken with them in quite some time, they gave me access to this place but I don't think I've ever even seen them…"

[Name] took a second, guilt flooding their mind. That was what they did, wasn't it? It was a passive way to raise friendship with characters they thought were interesting to see their story, however they had never truly spoken to most of those within their Teapot… except for Xiao. Speaking of which, where is their baby?

"I see. Are there many other people around here?" 

Kazuha smiled warmly, taking a step down the stairs. "Please, come on up. Surely it isn't comfortable down there and everyone else are within their rooms."

[Name] thanked him and placing their foot on the first step, nodding towards the dog to invite the animal along.

Kazuha spoke up, "The Guide has placed him downstairs. I don't believe he can-" His words trailed off as the dog followed [Name] up the stairs.

"So," [Name] began "Do they have a name? The dog that is."

The Inazuman replied after a moment. "Most of us call him Post."

"Post? Where'd that name come from?"

Kazuha shrugged. "Well, he looks out for us. So we have Post, and there are two other dogs as well, one is upstairs and her name is Fence, the last one hangs out around the Adeptus's room and we call him Warden." As he listed out the names, he counted them on his fingers and paused at the end. "Though I suppose you could count The Adeptus as a guard dog himself."

[Name] chuckled, guessing he was likely referring to Xiao. "The Adeptus, huh?"

"That's what we call him. Saying his name gets his attention and he can be a bit much so I think you might want to meet the others first."

After being reminded that there were in fact others, [Name] nodded in response to end the topic and thought about their Teapot. Who all lived here again? Kazuha, Xiao… Thoma was one and who were the other two? Ah, right, Barbara and Yanfei. Oh, just the thought of the last two made [Name] feel a hint of guilt. Both had been on their team in the past and concern for their current social standing caused [Name] a spike in anxiety.

"You said the others here were in their rooms? Is everyone living here present at all times?"

Kazuha laughed. "Oh goodness no, we can go home if we so choose, we simply enjoy having an untouchable space to ourselves. Right now it's simply Thoma and I. Miss Yanfei had a meeting, The Adeptus prefers not to remain here much, and Deaconess Barbara is often rather busy."

"I see." [Name] was hoping Barbara wouldn't be free for quite some time in that case. The last thing they needed was the poor girl telling everyone that they were a god, like her older sister had.

Perhaps Yanfei on the other hand wouldn't be a bad idea. She was a lawyer, maybe she had some advice? [Name]'s face soured at the thought of the potential price tag to some legal consultation and shook their head.

"Are you alright?" Kazuha's voice drew [Name] back to the present and [Name] nodded. 

"I'm good. Just confused on my situation."

"I'll do my best to spread some light on it then. Have you recently come in contact with a blonde traveler by the name of Aether?"

Well, technically yes, [Name] thought to themself and so they nodded in affirmation.

Taking that response, Kazuha continued "Yes well, I'm sure you've experienced pieces of The Guide's influence in that case. They travel with Aether, influencing his decisions and actions. They likely decided you were pleasant and wanted to be able to Guide you as well."

"The Guide seems like… a major pain if you ask me."

Kazuha muffled his laugh and raised an eyebrow. "And what inspires that impression?"

[Name] huffed. "Well think about it, you meet this person once and then they decide 'oh you! I like you!' And flip your entire life upside down! Think about it, you don't really get a choice in the matter, you just get dragged along like a puppet on a string, dancing and fighting. No choice in what you do and only at The Guide's beck and call." With a sharp pain of realization, [Name] faced the fact that they were in fact The Guide, and that they had indeed done such. Forced people into a life they likely did not wish for. Changed everything about they way the lived. Could they ever play the game again with this knowledge?

Kazuha, leaning against the railing at the top of the staircase, looked around and nodded slowly. "I suppose you have a point, you and Xingqiu might get along… why did you accept their call then?"

"... What?"

"Their call. Them calling your name from the stars, why did you accept it?" Kazuha paused and then got real quiet, a pitying look making it's way onto his face. "Did it make you?"

People could deny the call? "I-... What do you by it?"

Kazuha straighted his back and inhaled deeply. "Don't worry. Why don't why continue on? I'm sure Thoma would love to meet you."

[Name] paused. "No, I… I think I need to be heading home."

"Fair enough. Go ahead and speak to Tubby then, I'm sure I'll see you again and we can talk in greater detail."

[Name] leaned down to pet the dog who still remained at their side. "You be good, keep Kazuha company okay?"

A bark rang out in the room and [Name]'s face paled as the bark sounded less like a bark and more like "Absolutely! Stay safe!"

They stood up tall and waved a farewell to Kazuha, quickly descending back down the stairs and out the door.

Tubby gave their troubled face one look and with a sigh, [Name] found their world going black.

As their world came back into color, [Name] once more found themselves laying on their bed in Mondstadt, the sun shining through the window and into their eyes.

[Name] released a loud groan. Was that another effect of the comprehend languages setting?!

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As [Name] returned to their place in Mondstadt, Kazuha had a pressing question plaguing his mind. How did they know his name? Especially when they never even gave him theirs.

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… Don't like this one, oh well.

If you didn't understand how this all went down/why. It'll be explained eventually but what I can say now is that there will be a lot more fun travel scenes whenever [Name] sleeps.

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I need someone to recommend me something like kink generator (LMAO I don’t know if it even exists but I’m desperate okay) or just give me kink ideas because I want to do kinktober with Xiao maybe…………

Thank you <3

How about pocket Ganyu helping you with scheduling stuff and keeping on task? I have trouble with both tbh and ganyu is the perfect secretary and I'm sure assistant.

❄️ Pocket Cocogoat! ❄️

A Helping Hand (Pocket Ganyu!)

Ganyu knew that you were more than capable of managing things without her help. Even still she is always super excited to help you organize your weekly schedules. The satisfaction of lying down plans that would ease your burdens was a feeling she relished. Every time you came to her for assistance, it would make her heart race in joy. And we’ll, if you happened to notice that your applications are running a bit faster, it’s not like that’s a bad thing, right?

[Oh good! You’re almost behind schedule [Name]! Let’s hurry, we’ve got to catch up!]

I like the way you write. It scratches my brain in all the right ways. Anyway, how about something with Al-Haitham? I feel like he would be the kind of guy to just silently stalk you whenever you're in Port Ormos or smth

word count. 660

୨୧ — ꒰ cw. yandere, unhealthy relationship, possessive & obsessive thoughts/behaviors, etc..

୨୧ — ꒰ a/n. umm .😳😳TYSM !!!!?? also kind of hate this but i just wanted to write something and post it TT

Al-Haitham is a man of logic and reasoning.

Love, by its very nature, is illogical. It is a fiery, passionate emotion— it will burn you from the inside out, and it will make you learn to love the pain. Al-Haitham avoids it like any mammal would avoid a wildfire: he runs, he hides, and he prefers it to be that way. Anything to avoid getting burnt.

What he didn’t take into account is that it’s easy to get lost in the flames when you’re in love. It’s so much easier to lose yourself when they consume your mind like a pyre.

Al-Haitham is a determined, obsessive man. He may have had no interest in you in the beginning, but that isn’t the case anymore, not when he can no longer think of anything other than you.

You stick out in his mind and you stay there. When he studies and does his research, you are there. When he tries to focus his mind on the matter at hand, he thinks of you. When he lies at night and tries to fall asleep, you keep him wide awake.

Al-Haitham tried to ignore it in the beginning— he tried to ignore you. He avoided any thought of you like the plague. If he allowed himself any moment, any reprieve, then you would swallow him whole. And as intelligent as Al-Haitham may be, he was not equipped to deal with you.

He had no reason to be like this. No reason to think about you all the time. You were ordinary. Painfully ordinary. If anything at all, you were kind despite his temperance. But that wasn’t enough for you to enrapture his mind like this— that was no reason for him to be unable to think of anything else.

The pain is like that of an infected wound; scorched and seared. It’s unbearable. He can barely take another moment, unable to understand why it’s you of all people. You haven’t done anything to deserve his undivided attention, and yet you have it regardless.

He wants to know why. Why you, of all people? He needs answers. He demands it.

Al-Haitham begins where any man like him would begin: figuring out everything about you. What makes you special? Why can his eyes spot you in any crowd, no matter the size? Why does your voice echo in his mind, why does he hear even when he's sleeping?

There had to be something. Any reason at all. Even if it was as small as the way you breathed, it would still be something.

Though Al-Haitham would never admit it, he keeps delicate watch of you. He takes notes of your little quirks, filling up page after page. Papers scatter his desk, now all about you: the way you walk, the way you talk. The way you move yourself, your little nervous habits. Everything.

He makes sure you never notice his presence, but he will always be sure of yours. He finds himself enjoying your peace, imagining himself the one walking by your side; he enjoys the daydreams a little too much, almost losing himself often enough for it to be worrisome.

He realizes it suddenly one day. It comes as a surprise. You had not done anything particular, only living as you see fit, but it finally clicked in his mind.

You had so many things about you. So many things to fixate over, so many things to indulge in.

You had such a beautiful smile. The way your eyes crinkled, the way they shined and glimmered under the sunlight; there was no other sight quite like it. And your eyes— your wonderful eyes. Al-Haitham could stare at them all day, never losing interest in the stars that dance within them, in the reflections they form. He's lost himself in you again, but he doesn't mind it this time, doesn't mind the scars or the smell of burning flesh.

You are the only one worthy of his fixation.

I like the way you write. It scratches my brain in all the right ways. Anyway, how about something with Al-Haitham? I feel like he would be the kind of guy to just silently stalk you whenever you're in Port Ormos or smth

word count. 660

୨୧ — ꒰ cw. yandere, unhealthy relationship, possessive & obsessive thoughts/behaviors, etc..

୨୧ — ꒰ a/n. umm .😳😳TYSM !!!!?? also kind of hate this but i just wanted to write something and post it TT

Al-Haitham is a man of logic and reasoning.

Love, by its very nature, is illogical. It is a fiery, passionate emotion— it will burn you from the inside out, and it will make you learn to love the pain. Al-Haitham avoids it like any mammal would avoid a wildfire: he runs, he hides, and he prefers it to be that way. Anything to avoid getting burnt.

What he didn’t take into account is that it’s easy to get lost in the flames when you’re in love. It’s so much easier to lose yourself when they consume your mind like a pyre.

Al-Haitham is a determined, obsessive man. He may have had no interest in you in the beginning, but that isn’t the case anymore, not when he can no longer think of anything other than you.

You stick out in his mind and you stay there. When he studies and does his research, you are there. When he tries to focus his mind on the matter at hand, he thinks of you. When he lies at night and tries to fall asleep, you keep him wide awake.

Al-Haitham tried to ignore it in the beginning— he tried to ignore you. He avoided any thought of you like the plague. If he allowed himself any moment, any reprieve, then you would swallow him whole. And as intelligent as Al-Haitham may be, he was not equipped to deal with you.

He had no reason to be like this. No reason to think about you all the time. You were ordinary. Painfully ordinary. If anything at all, you were kind despite his temperance. But that wasn’t enough for you to enrapture his mind like this— that was no reason for him to be unable to think of anything else.

The pain is like that of an infected wound; scorched and seared. It’s unbearable. He can barely take another moment, unable to understand why it’s you of all people. You haven’t done anything to deserve his undivided attention, and yet you have it regardless.

He wants to know why. Why you, of all people? He needs answers. He demands it.

Al-Haitham begins where any man like him would begin: figuring out everything about you. What makes you special? Why can his eyes spot you in any crowd, no matter the size? Why does your voice echo in his mind, why does he hear even when he's sleeping?

There had to be something. Any reason at all. Even if it was as small as the way you breathed, it would still be something.

Though Al-Haitham would never admit it, he keeps delicate watch of you. He takes notes of your little quirks, filling up page after page. Papers scatter his desk, now all about you: the way you walk, the way you talk. The way you move yourself, your little nervous habits. Everything.

He makes sure you never notice his presence, but he will always be sure of yours. He finds himself enjoying your peace, imagining himself the one walking by your side; he enjoys the daydreams a little too much, almost losing himself often enough for it to be worrisome.

He realizes it suddenly one day. It comes as a surprise. You had not done anything particular, only living as you see fit, but it finally clicked in his mind.

You had so many things about you. So many things to fixate over, so many things to indulge in.

You had such a beautiful smile. The way your eyes crinkled, the way they shined and glimmered under the sunlight; there was no other sight quite like it. And your eyes— your wonderful eyes. Al-Haitham could stare at them all day, never losing interest in the stars that dance within them, in the reflections they form. He's lost himself in you again, but he doesn't mind it this time, doesn't mind the scars or the smell of burning flesh.

You are the only one worthy of his fixation.

*flexes on you with my c6 layla whom i wasn't even trying to get*

YOU HAVE SOMETHING I WANT

ok but i need to complain. i have been eagerly awaiting the shop reset for the entire week i've been at my grandmothers. all i wanted was layla bro... i literally took a piss and then in the bathroom started wishing and YOU ONOW WHAG I FUCKINGNBGOT

HEIZOU. C3 HEIZOU. ARE TOU SEKTOIS RIGHT NOW I CANF DVEN SPELL RIGHT DO YOU SEE HOW MISERABLY I SPELLED SERIOUS HELP ME I'm not fixing it tho

I just want ONE COPY OF LAYLA JUST ONE

You know I usually have pretty good luck in his godforsaken game; i usually win my 50/50s. i had some hopes for getting wanderer and al haitham (foolish am i) I DONT ANYMORE BC WTF OS THIS SHIT

WANDERER IS GOING TO COME TO ME WITH AN ELECTRO VISION AND A SWORD AND KEQING WILL MIRACULOUSLY BECOME C4 LIKE WTF help m

*flexes on you with my c6 layla whom i wasn't even trying to get*

YOU HAVE SOMETHING I WANT

ok but i need to complain. i have been eagerly awaiting the shop reset for the entire week i've been at my grandmothers. all i wanted was layla bro... i literally took a piss and then in the bathroom started wishing and YOU ONOW WHAG I FUCKINGNBGOT

HEIZOU. C3 HEIZOU. ARE TOU SEKTOIS RIGHT NOW I CANF DVEN SPELL RIGHT DO YOU SEE HOW MISERABLY I SPELLED SERIOUS HELP ME I'm not fixing it tho

I just want ONE COPY OF LAYLA JUST ONE

You know I usually have pretty good luck in his godforsaken game; i usually win my 50/50s. i had some hopes for getting wanderer and al haitham (foolish am i) I DONT ANYMORE BC WTF OS THIS SHIT

WANDERER IS GOING TO COME TO ME WITH AN ELECTRO VISION AND A SWORD AND KEQING WILL MIRACULOUSLY BECOME C4 LIKE WTF help m

But have you thought about showing everyone color contacts!!? I mean albedo would have a LOT of questions and kaeya would probably want a pair

IMAGINE having ones that look like the khaenri’ans eyes!!!

OMGGG THE QUESTIONS WOULDN'T END WITH ALBEDO

He'd be so curious about how it was able to change the color of your eyes, and even the shape of your pupils, and how you're able to see with them on.

And Kaeya would definitely want a pair, although he'd probably never wear them. Same with Amber, too!

OMG IMAGINE JUST STANDING INFRONT OF THE ARCHONS WITH KHAENRI'AN EYES they'd be going through the seven stages of grief and my mind cannot be changed

What's With This Small, Sassy Child?

Tighnari & child!god!reader

PLATONIC

[TW/CW; swears, Tighnari has an OOC moment and lowkey panics about it, I writ this without any specific plot planned out.. it's very self indulgent-] [A/N; WHERE DID CLOSE TO 100 FOLLOWERS COME FROM? I feel like I should do something special to thank you guys, but I can't really think of anything specific that I could do, but either way, thank you, I do appreciate it ^^]

There had been a report of a Withering Zone recently.

At first, Tighnari had made a mental note of it, yet had decided to delay dealing with it, it was within a very small area and he had so many more pressing matters to attend to first. Now, within hindsight, he'd have to admit that was perhaps one of the dumbest decisions he had ever made. The Withering Zone had almost tripled in size and quickly became a hazard for both the forest and the wildlife residing within.

He had to do something about it, and quick.

Tighnari quickly gathered a group of capable rangers to accompany him and patrol the outer areas of the barren, corrupt land. Upon arriving, the area was so much worse than what he had expected, and by now, Tighnari was really regretting having not cleared up this area sooner. Tighnari could've destroyed the tumor just a bit earlier, and everything would've been just fine, instead of wilted, decayed, and most certainly toxic enough to leave ever-lasting damage.

Rushing into the withered area, Tighnari made quick work of any nearby monsters, shooting them down without hesitation, and began looking for the tumor. Hopping over crippled logs and dodging between various different types of flora, all having shriveled into a flimsy mockery of their former beauty. A bright crimson shone through a creak within a small cavern. Tighnari rushed in, hoping to find the tumor, or at least something that could be of use to him, only to find..

What the fuck.

Why the actual fuck is there a child in here?

Why do they look just like the creator?

And better yet, how are they alive despite literally LEANING on the tumor he had just been searching for?

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[ TLDR; Tighnari decides to ignore the Withering, fucks up, professionally panics, finds a child.]

[No guarantees that I'll write a continuation to this, even tho I have more ideas-]

What's With This Small, Sassy Child?

Tighnari & child!god!reader

PLATONIC

[TW/CW; swears, Tighnari has an OOC moment and lowkey panics about it, I writ this without any specific plot planned out.. it's very self indulgent-] [A/N; WHERE DID CLOSE TO 100 FOLLOWERS COME FROM? I feel like I should do something special to thank you guys, but I can't really think of anything specific that I could do, but either way, thank you, I do appreciate it ^^]

There had been a report of a Withering Zone recently.

At first, Tighnari had made a mental note of it, yet had decided to delay dealing with it, it was within a very small area and he had so many more pressing matters to attend to first. Now, within hindsight, he'd have to admit that was perhaps one of the dumbest decisions he had ever made. The Withering Zone had almost tripled in size and quickly became a hazard for both the forest and the wildlife residing within.

He had to do something about it, and quick.

Tighnari quickly gathered a group of capable rangers to accompany him and patrol the outer areas of the barren, corrupt land. Upon arriving, the area was so much worse than what he had expected, and by now, Tighnari was really regretting having not cleared up this area sooner. Tighnari could've destroyed the tumor just a bit earlier, and everything would've been just fine, instead of wilted, decayed, and most certainly toxic enough to leave ever-lasting damage.

Rushing into the withered area, Tighnari made quick work of any nearby monsters, shooting them down without hesitation, and began looking for the tumor. Hopping over crippled logs and dodging between various different types of flora, all having shriveled into a flimsy mockery of their former beauty. A bright crimson shone through a creak within a small cavern. Tighnari rushed in, hoping to find the tumor, or at least something that could be of use to him, only to find..

What the fuck.

Why the actual fuck is there a child in here?

Why do they look just like the creator?

And better yet, how are they alive despite literally LEANING on the tumor he had just been searching for?

______________________________________________________________

[ TLDR; Tighnari decides to ignore the Withering, fucks up, professionally panics, finds a child.]

[No guarantees that I'll write a continuation to this, even tho I have more ideas-]

thinking about pocket zhongli. like he would be so chill and helpful: trying to wake you up with his voice instead of the shrill alarm of your phone, gently reminding you when it's time to leave so you won't be late for an appointment, scolding you when you get distracted from work and chooses to scroll through tumblr instead.... oh to have a little zhongli in my phone ;;;;

but then again if he sees me reading all the questionable and not-so-safe-for-work things in tumblr i think he would be traumatized

One pocket Zhongli!

Spare Time (Pocket Zhongli)

The lord of Geo didn’t have much to do these days now that he’d retired, but once he managed to establish a link to your world, he found himself using much of that free time assisting you. He suspected that you knew there was something more to your interactions, but he certainly wasn’t going to mention it. You seemed to enjoy talking with him, always gushing about his voice. Zhongli would be lying if he said it didn’t fluster him, but he was able to hide it well. Don’t get him wrong, he longed to be able to properly touch you, to hug you just like you would always joke about hugging him if you could. It would likely be some time before he could do that, but well, he had no shortage of time. Zhongli was a patient man after all.

To divine presents event. I want to gift a lyre with hand painted decorations and little drawings (by the creator) to Venti. Platonic. He deserves some partly hand made present. Thank you in advance. Happy future Christmas (if you celebrate) and new year!

A Lyre for Venti

Venti gasps as he laid eyes on Your gift. He looked at You and smiled oh so sweetly, his pretty eyes sparkling with glee.

"Your Grace! Did You made this? Oh, you shouldn't have!" Venti hugged You in his joy, carefully making sure that Your gift to him wasn't damaged. "Thank you, thank you, thank you!"

Venti pulled away and grinned. "Thank you, Your Grace. I'm going to cherish this lyre and play so many songs with it! As thanks, I'll play a song just for you!"

I LOVE YOUR LAST WANDERER FIC

What do you think his reaction is like after we named him? Like the difference between naming him seriously and ridiculously (I saw people name him babygirl on tiktok which okay points for that lmao)

Aww thanks shshsahsgs

❥⁠ Naming him seriously

If you name him seriously like naming him with meanings he'd do his best to honor it if he can find the meaning of the name.

If you name him in Japanese he's a bit conflicted as it serves as a reminder about his roots and origins and will think that you're purposely reminding him about his past while giving a new name

But he's still proud of the name and would definitely purposely brag that you were the one who name him like

Wanderer: Hello, my name is (name). Did you know that it was Your Grace that gave me the name? It means (meaning)

Don't tell me he wouldn't in sagau look me in the eyes and tell me he wouldn't brag

❥⁠ Naming him ridiculously

Now if you name him ridiculously...

Yeah he'll definitely think it's punishment. I mean it's still a name that you gave him and he'll cherish it sure

He'd introduce himself as a Wanderer first and he'll only say his new name if pushed. If they laugh he'll just say,

Wanderer: Oh it's Your Grace that named me.

That would cease the laughter and go on about praising your naming sense and whatnot

❥⁠ Conclusion

He'd cherish whatever name you give him and would keep it but he's prouder about his name if you name him seriously

I LOVE YOUR LAST WANDERER FIC

What do you think his reaction is like after we named him? Like the difference between naming him seriously and ridiculously (I saw people name him babygirl on tiktok which okay points for that lmao)

Aww thanks shshsahsgs

❥⁠ Naming him seriously

If you name him seriously like naming him with meanings he'd do his best to honor it if he can find the meaning of the name.

If you name him in Japanese he's a bit conflicted as it serves as a reminder about his roots and origins and will think that you're purposely reminding him about his past while giving a new name

But he's still proud of the name and would definitely purposely brag that you were the one who name him like

Wanderer: Hello, my name is (name). Did you know that it was Your Grace that gave me the name? It means (meaning)

Don't tell me he wouldn't in sagau look me in the eyes and tell me he wouldn't brag

❥⁠ Naming him ridiculously

Now if you name him ridiculously...

Yeah he'll definitely think it's punishment. I mean it's still a name that you gave him and he'll cherish it sure

He'd introduce himself as a Wanderer first and he'll only say his new name if pushed. If they laugh he'll just say,

Wanderer: Oh it's Your Grace that named me.

That would cease the laughter and go on about praising your naming sense and whatnot

❥⁠ Conclusion

He'd cherish whatever name you give him and would keep it but he's prouder about his name if you name him seriously

scratch the previous ask, I'm asking 26.

-archon anon

Hello Archon Anon! How are you?

#26, What is your favorite character story quest?

WELL I COULD TELL YOU WHAT MY LEAST FAVORITE IS, but when it comes to favorite.... It might be Eula's!

It really convinced me to love her haha.

scratch the previous ask, I'm asking 26.

-archon anon

Hello Archon Anon! How are you?

#26, What is your favorite character story quest?

WELL I COULD TELL YOU WHAT MY LEAST FAVORITE IS, but when it comes to favorite.... It might be Eula's!

It really convinced me to love her haha.

I like the way you write. It scratches my brain in all the right ways. Anyway, how about something with Al-Haitham? I feel like he would be the kind of guy to just silently stalk you whenever you're in Port Ormos or smth

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୨୧ — ꒰ cw. yandere, unhealthy relationship, possessive & obsessive thoughts/behaviors, etc..

୨୧ — ꒰ a/n. umm .😳😳TYSM !!!!?? also kind of hate this but i just wanted to write something and post it TT

Al-Haitham is a man of logic and reasoning.

Love, by its very nature, is illogical. It is a fiery, passionate emotion— it will burn you from the inside out, and it will make you learn to love the pain. Al-Haitham avoids it like any mammal would avoid a wildfire: he runs, he hides, and he prefers it to be that way. Anything to avoid getting burnt.

What he didn’t take into account is that it’s easy to get lost in the flames when you’re in love. It’s so much easier to lose yourself when they consume your mind like a pyre.

Al-Haitham is a determined, obsessive man. He may have had no interest in you in the beginning, but that isn’t the case anymore, not when he can no longer think of anything other than you.

You stick out in his mind and you stay there. When he studies and does his research, you are there. When he tries to focus his mind on the matter at hand, he thinks of you. When he lies at night and tries to fall asleep, you keep him wide awake.

Al-Haitham tried to ignore it in the beginning— he tried to ignore you. He avoided any thought of you like the plague. If he allowed himself any moment, any reprieve, then you would swallow him whole. And as intelligent as Al-Haitham may be, he was not equipped to deal with you.

He had no reason to be like this. No reason to think about you all the time. You were ordinary. Painfully ordinary. If anything at all, you were kind despite his temperance. But that wasn’t enough for you to enrapture his mind like this— that was no reason for him to be unable to think of anything else.

The pain is like that of an infected wound; scorched and seared. It’s unbearable. He can barely take another moment, unable to understand why it’s you of all people. You haven’t done anything to deserve his undivided attention, and yet you have it regardless.

He wants to know why. Why you, of all people? He needs answers. He demands it.

Al-Haitham begins where any man like him would begin: figuring out everything about you. What makes you special? Why can his eyes spot you in any crowd, no matter the size? Why does your voice echo in his mind, why does he hear even when he's sleeping?

There had to be something. Any reason at all. Even if it was as small as the way you breathed, it would still be something.

Though Al-Haitham would never admit it, he keeps delicate watch of you. He takes notes of your little quirks, filling up page after page. Papers scatter his desk, now all about you: the way you walk, the way you talk. The way you move yourself, your little nervous habits. Everything.

He makes sure you never notice his presence, but he will always be sure of yours. He finds himself enjoying your peace, imagining himself the one walking by your side; he enjoys the daydreams a little too much, almost losing himself often enough for it to be worrisome.

He realizes it suddenly one day. It comes as a surprise. You had not done anything particular, only living as you see fit, but it finally clicked in his mind.

You had so many things about you. So many things to fixate over, so many things to indulge in.

You had such a beautiful smile. The way your eyes crinkled, the way they shined and glimmered under the sunlight; there was no other sight quite like it. And your eyes— your wonderful eyes. Al-Haitham could stare at them all day, never losing interest in the stars that dance within them, in the reflections they form. He's lost himself in you again, but he doesn't mind it this time, doesn't mind the scars or the smell of burning flesh.

You are the only one worthy of his fixation.

catch me going absolutely feral

(@yandere-romanticaa , simp anon exposing themselves to bring you screenshots)

catch me going absolutely feral

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Could I put in a request for some spicy Cal Kestis headcanons?? 👀

omg yes!! haven't written anything for Cal yet :o

500 words. gender-neutral reader<3

Cal isn't big on PDA. He's quite timid when it comes to flirting, let alone relationships. You'll have to be the person to get things going, but once it's clear that you're into him, the ball will start rolling.

His crush on you is obvious. So. Damn. Obvious.

Yes, the Mantis crew like to bully Cal for it all the time, and because of that, he resorts to flirting when you two are alone.

Cal is a switch, but more leans more on his submissive side. He prefers sex to be two-way - nobody leading - but he's also happy to dip into sub/dom, and its kinks.

On paper, Cal seems somewhat vanilla. His favourite kinks are cockwarming, edging, and going down on you until you're in tears from over-stimulation. He doesn't need anything 'rough' and 'out there,' he's just happy being with you.

When it comes to cockwarming, Cal likes to do it before bed. Sometimes you've had sex, other times you haven't, but the night almost always ends with Cal slipping his cock into you as he spoons you.

He'll place tender kisses along your shoulder and neck before snuggling down, and finally drifting off to sleep.

This almost always leads to morning sex. Yeah, he goes soft during the night, but you'll wake up to Cal slowly rolling his hips against yours, followed by a groggy, "morning, did you sleep well?" Acting as if he's not slowly fucking you awake.

Edging is always fun, especially when you're in charge. He's more than happy to be tied to the bed to prevent the urge to touch himself, but Cal can't promise that he won't buck his hips up into your hand as you jerk him off.

Surprisingly, he can be edged for hours. Cal has mastered the art of patience, and he's always happy to put that knowledge into play.

And if things become too much, he knows his safe word, and his 'admitting defeat' word.

If he needs to, he'll beg for release. He's not ashamed to ask for his reward for being such a good boy, mostly because he knows you're a total sap for him, and you'll let him cum eventually. You just need an ego-boost, and a gentle nudge!

No kidding, Cal will go down on you for hours. He's a giver, and his favourite ways of showing affection is: tender kisses, holding hands, and giving oral until you're a whimpering mess.

Cal always gets his revenge - you edge him for hours, so rather than make you wait, he's going to over-do it.

"How many times did you orgasm the other night? Three? Let's try and make it four!"

And if you're into choking, then Cal will put his force abilities to good use, whilst he uses his hands to keep your hips pinned down to the bed.

Could I put in a request for some spicy Cal Kestis headcanons?? 👀

omg yes!! haven't written anything for Cal yet :o

500 words. gender-neutral reader<3

Cal isn't big on PDA. He's quite timid when it comes to flirting, let alone relationships. You'll have to be the person to get things going, but once it's clear that you're into him, the ball will start rolling.

His crush on you is obvious. So. Damn. Obvious.

Yes, the Mantis crew like to bully Cal for it all the time, and because of that, he resorts to flirting when you two are alone.

Cal is a switch, but more leans more on his submissive side. He prefers sex to be two-way - nobody leading - but he's also happy to dip into sub/dom, and its kinks.

On paper, Cal seems somewhat vanilla. His favourite kinks are cockwarming, edging, and going down on you until you're in tears from over-stimulation. He doesn't need anything 'rough' and 'out there,' he's just happy being with you.

When it comes to cockwarming, Cal likes to do it before bed. Sometimes you've had sex, other times you haven't, but the night almost always ends with Cal slipping his cock into you as he spoons you.

He'll place tender kisses along your shoulder and neck before snuggling down, and finally drifting off to sleep.

This almost always leads to morning sex. Yeah, he goes soft during the night, but you'll wake up to Cal slowly rolling his hips against yours, followed by a groggy, "morning, did you sleep well?" Acting as if he's not slowly fucking you awake.

Edging is always fun, especially when you're in charge. He's more than happy to be tied to the bed to prevent the urge to touch himself, but Cal can't promise that he won't buck his hips up into your hand as you jerk him off.

Surprisingly, he can be edged for hours. Cal has mastered the art of patience, and he's always happy to put that knowledge into play.

And if things become too much, he knows his safe word, and his 'admitting defeat' word.

If he needs to, he'll beg for release. He's not ashamed to ask for his reward for being such a good boy, mostly because he knows you're a total sap for him, and you'll let him cum eventually. You just need an ego-boost, and a gentle nudge!

No kidding, Cal will go down on you for hours. He's a giver, and his favourite ways of showing affection is: tender kisses, holding hands, and giving oral until you're a whimpering mess.

Cal always gets his revenge - you edge him for hours, so rather than make you wait, he's going to over-do it.

"How many times did you orgasm the other night? Three? Let's try and make it four!"

And if you're into choking, then Cal will put his force abilities to good use, whilst he uses his hands to keep your hips pinned down to the bed.

✧ Realms of Guile and War ✧

✧ Realms of Guile and War ✧