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Language Of Love

AlHaitham X GN! Reader

“‘Italics’” = he’s speaking another language

“So.. you can speak 20 languages?”

A random conversation.

It was easy to guess how you got to this point, boredom.

Spending time with your.. acquaintance, who you may or may not have a crush on, wasn’t on your agenda today, but here you are - sitting on a chair in his office as he effortlessly scribbles down sophisticated words onto parchment.

The sound was certainly pleasing to the ears, skrch sccrch sckrch.

You had no clue what he was doing. Oh, the duty of a scribe..

Or why you even came here..

No.

You knew why you came here, to spend time with him, as a friend only. Or maybe you were less than friends. It was hard putting a label on things when it came to the emotionally stunted AlHaitham. He was almost as bad as the General Mahamatra.

You just forgot how boring spending time with him can be if he’s busy working, thus leading you to flip through one of the many books on his bookshelf.

Yeah, you quickly got bored of that too.

These weren’t story books, they were informative books. You suppose to a man like him who enjoyed learning, this was like being surrounded by candy. To you? Its like being surrounded by encyclopedias.

He probably reads encyclopedias for fun.

So here you were, starting a conversation on a little fact you heard an academia student mutter like it was a piece of gossip even though it was probably outlined somewhere.

“Yes,” The scratching of quill to paper continues even as he glances up at you for a split second, “It’s important for scholars to broaden their knowledge and fluency of languages as to not hinder important research that may be written in a different dialect.”

All of Teyvat spoke the same language, it was easy to wonder why everyone from ancient times suddenly decided to switch. Of course you wouldn’t ask him such a thing, not right now anyway.

You had a plan.

A plan to woo this man.

The many failed attempts before can not hinder you.

Smugly, you said to him, “I bet I know one language you can’t speak.”

Oh, you were already giddy.

Curiosity peaked, his scribbling halted, eyes on you, “Is that so?” He was eager to hear you answer.

Whether you were toying with him, or genuinely knew a language he could add to his list, he was willing to listen.

“Do tell.”

Clearing your throat, you sat up straight and gave him a cocky smile, “The language of love.”

You were met with silence, as expected.

He was starstruck, surely. In awe. Was he wooed?

You could easily speak up with the punchline after his response, oh!! You would say, ‘but I can teach you!!’

Oh, he’s about to respond! He’s-!

“You must be referring to the ancient Fontaine language used by higher class citizens, commonly known to scholars as the language of love due to how words would ‘roll off the tongue like silk’ when speaking it.“

–an idiot? You were gobsmacked.

And he was smirking on the inside.

“I’m surprised you know of this language, you must have learned something from one of the books you’ve flipped through in the library.”

“That’s not,”

“I can even demonstrate it for you.”

“Wait!”

You began to fluster as he indeed began speaking a language completely foreign to your ears.

He was right, the words did flow silkily. This did not make you feel any better. Your pickup line failed miserably.

“‘You are so adorable, trying to trick me like this.’”

You can’t help but pout, wondering just what he was saying.

“‘Look at you, cheeks flushed and puffed like a fish. Honestly, how am I supposed to work efficiently if you’re here distracting me.’”

“Aw come on,” You began to complain, frowning at the gloating male, “I can’t understand you, y’know.”

“‘I do wonder if you’re aware that I know you like me, you wear your heart on your sleeves, my dear,’” he smiles ever so slightly, which completely unnerves you, “‘I like you too.’”

His cheek rests on his knuckles as he leans back and observes your frustration. Oh, how happy he was you brought this up. Any chance to show off his ability and confess without you knowing is always a good opportunity.

He’d shower you in compliments and confessions in all 20 languages if he had the time, perhaps even spill secrets to your unknowing ears.

Oh, how he would like that. He could say his deepest, darkest desires and you’d only look at him with confusion.. maybe even annoyance.

The thought pleased the busy scholar.

“That’s so mean you know, am I supposed to look up your words in a dictionary or something?”

“Oh, they wouldn’t be in a dictionary.” He reaches forward and tugs at your cheek, elation swirling in his broad chest as you whine and swat at his large arm.

“Should you remind me at a later date,” when he’s finally made you his, of course, “I’ll happily tell you what I said.”

“How about right now.”

“It is not a later date, only the time has changed.” Breathing out a sigh, faking annoyance, he turns his attention back to his paperwork, picking back up his quill.

“Ok, so I can ask you tomorrow.”

“You can, however, I’m under no obligation to tell you until I want to.”

“I dislike you very much, Scribe.” You grumbled, settling back in your seat.

He chuckles to himself, “I’m sure you do, ‘sweetheart.’”

hello! i just read your mash fic and i wanna request a mash x (preferably fem) reader oneshot if thats ok with you. maybe something simple like the reader has known mash since childhood and is confessing to him (first kiss too??).

thanks <3

TAGS: Mash Burnedead/Fem!Reader

It's still a bit weird to me seeing how much traction my smol mash/reader drabble is getting even until now, but it's very much appreciated HAHAHA Also, sorry for taking so long to get to this and hope you like it!

"I love you, Mash."

Mash stared down at you without blinking, only making your already overwhelming anxiety practically skyrocket. You could feel how clammy your hands were as you clutched at the hem of your shirt, every molecule in your body screaming at you to run away and hide your face forever yet at the same time you were frozen in place.

"I shouldn't have said anything," you thought to yourself, biting your lower lip as regret swirled within you. Why did you even think doing this was a good idea?

While childhood friends falling in love and getting together isn't anything new in both real life and within the pages of your romance novels, it didn't guarantee that your own childhood friend would happily reciprocate your feelings and live happily ever after with you.

Because why would he?

Even if he didn't have an ounce of magic flowing through his veins, Mash was handsome, honest, and even if it might not seem like it at first, he had a heart of gold that cared for and protected his loved ones fiercely.

Meanwhile, you were just...you.

"Maybe I should tell him that I was just joking--"

"I love you too."

You don't get the chance to run away when Mash's toned arms wrap around your waist to pull you into a tight embrace. You were so close that could smell the faint scent of soap on his skin, fresh from a shower after his daily workout.

"I was planning on telling you before we started school, but...you beat me to the punch."

His statement drained out all the anxiety and fear that'd been brewing inside, leaving only warmth as the meaning of his words registered in your mind.

"Mash...you big dummy!" You laughed, an honest and unrestrained laugh as you realized that all your fears were for nothing.

Despite wearing his usual deadpan expression, you could pick out a certain softness in his gaze as he stared deeply into your own eyes. It feels like you're falling in love with him all over again when he looks at you like this. Your cheeks lit up at the attention.

"I'm gonna kiss you if you keep acting so cute, creampuff," stated Mash, voice lowering into what you could only describe as a husky purr.

His lips are so close now that if you so much as tilt your head, your lips would inevitably meet. Your heart throbbed at the mere thought.

"And what if I want you to kiss me...?"

Mash doesn't waste another second.

It becomes only just the first of many more kisses to come.

Trey: I accidentally yelled on Prefect and they immediately cried while saying, "I'm sorry, dad."

Trey: It took me two hours and huge amount of guilt to comfort them.

Riddle: ...

Riddle: I will kill a bastard.

Trey: Riddle, no.

Riddle: Riddle, yes.

MC: *feeling nervous*

Barbatos: *has been staring at them for quite some time*

MC: *to themselves* It's alright. Maybe he's just wondering why I'm taking too much time in the counter. *cries internally* Why does my brother have to include all these stuff in the shopping list?

*once they're done*

Barbatos: *approaches them* Hello. *smiles*

MC: Ah, hello...?

Barbatos: I've been staring at you for a while and you're awfully similar with the one I know.

MC: *smiles awkwardly* Like... Solomon the Wise Sorcerer?

Barbatos: Yes. Him. Are you perhaps his sibling?

MC: Y-Yes?

Barbatos: *smiles with a hidden intention*

MC: ...

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Solomon: M-MC? Stop... Your brother is getting dizzy...

MC: *shaking him by his collar*

Barbatos: *chuckles*

Simeon and Luke: ...

Luke: What's going on?

Simeon: I think Solomon promised to Barbatos that he would marry MC off to him.

Barbatos: What now, Solomon? That was the promise you made when you were on the verge of death.

Solomon: Y-Yes. I know, but... As you can see, MC is just a child. So you can't.

Barbatos: A child, hm? How old did you say your sibling again when we've last met?

Barbatos: Ah, 12 years old you say.

Solomon: ...

Barbatos: And I'm positive that because of a fairy's curse, MC stops from physically growing but their maturity is on par with yours and with us, right?

MC: ...

MC: *gives Solomon a glare* Brother, of all the things you could offer...

MC: Why me?

Solomon: B-Because you're the safest?

MC: *shakes him again vigorously that his head is almost a blur*

Simeon and Luke: ...

Barbatos: Anyway, I'm not here to marry you since there's a lot that will be against it, but I would like you to make a pact with me as well.

Solomon: B-Barbatos, hold on...

Barbatos: I won't accept a no.

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Lucifer: Let's see... Aren't you smart to have the Avatar of Pride, the Avatar of Gluttony, and the demon who can control the timelines to make a pact with you?

MC: Why does it sound to me that you are disappointed?

Lucifer: I don't like sharing my human. That's simple.

MC: *sigh*

Barbatos: MC, come here a second. Try on this dress.

MC: !!!

Lucifer: Isn't that the 20th dress already?

Barbatos: Yes. But I think I've got addicted to this hobby of dressing them like a doll. *smiles*

MC: ...

MC: I will just... go and check the weather outside—

Barbatos: Alright. I can still catch you no matter how fast you can run.

MC: ...

MC: *in defeat* Nevermind. Is that the dress?

Barbatos: *smiles* Yes.

Lucifer: I feel pity for you.

Vet!Yuu: Lions get the majority of their water from prey but did you know that they eat tsamma melon? It's slightly sweet but doesn't have much flavor. It looks just like a watermelon though. So I started giving them to Leona and he lost his mind.

Leona:(face deep in a watermelon) What?

Trey: *just got back to his dorm*

Cater: *was waiting for him*

Cater: How was it?

Trey: ...

Trey: *sigh* Prefect was right. One hickey and my whole family flipped out.

Trey: My mother started thanking the saints.

Trey: She wasn't even religious.

Cater: *wheeze*

Baby dragon 🐉

Savanaclaw students: Wait— Is that Yuurin?

Yuurin: *running laps*

Savanaclaw student A: *shouts* HEY!!! YUURIN!!!

Savanaclaw student A: HOW MANY LAPS ARE YOU DOING?!!

Yuurin: *signals with her hand that she's doing 50 laps*

Savanaclaw student A: Oh. Okay. That's not bad.

Leona: *sips his coffee* She meant last 50 laps.

Savanaclaw students: Eh?

Ruggie: Yuurin woke up at 4AM.

Leona: Yeah. The lady already finished 100 laps.

Savanaclaw students: ...

Savanaclaw student B: HEY, YUURIN!!! TAKE SOME WATER BREAK!!!

Savanaclaw students: YUURIIIIIIN!!!

Leona: You don't feel sleepy at all after running like that?

Yuurin: No. Actually, I feel wide awake.

Leona: ...

Leona: You remind me of an Arctic tern.

Yuurin: ...

Yuurin: I don't think that animal suits me.

Leona: It does. Here. I bought you a hairpin that looks like one.

Yuurin: ...

Leona: This will look good on your hair.

Yuurin: ...

Leona: You didn't need to send a photo to your parents, did you?

Yuurin: No.

Leona: That's good. *clips the hairpin on her*

Yuurin: ...Thank you, housewarden.

Leona: You're too formal. Just call me by my name.

Yuurin: ...

Yuurin: Leona-senpai.

Leona: *ruffles her hair*

Yuurin: *her hair gets messy*

Leona: Shit— Let me fix that.

Other first-years: *staring at MC because of her bird hairpin*

Ace: *teasing smirk* That looks good on you, bro.

Yuurin: ...

Yuurin: Thanks.

Ace: ...That's not what I—

Yuurin: *ignores him and focuses on class*

Professor Trein: Yuu, can you answer this question?

Yuurin: Yes, professor. *then proceeds to answer the question correctly*

Professor Trein: *smiles in satisfaction* You didn't forget any details. Great job, Yuu.

Yuurin: Thank you, Professor.

Ace: *mutters* Nerd.

Deuce: Dude, what?

Ace: What? He reminds me of Housewarden Riddle!

Yuurin: *looking at him*

Ace: ...

Professor Trein: Yuu? Is there something wrong?

Yuurin: Nothing, professor. *sits back down*

Akihiko — You look great with your hairpin, Yuurin.​ (⁠✿⁠^⁠‿⁠^⁠)

Yuurin — Thanks, Aki. How's your health?

Akihiko — It's great. I haven't been sick for a week now. ​(⁠ ⁠◜⁠‿⁠◝⁠ ⁠)

Yuurin: *smiles*

Ace: *approaches her* Yo! *smirks* You were textin' your girlfriend?

Yuurin: *her face turned serious* No. It's my brother.

Ace: Eh? *stands next to her* You enjoy talking with your brother?

Yuurin: Yes. Is there a problem?

Ace: Whoa— You don't have to look at me like that.

Yuurin: ...

Ace: Anyway, who gave you that hairpin?

Yuurin: ...My housewarden.

Ace: ...

Ace: You're just new here and you're being bullied? *clicks his tongue*

Yuurin: ...

Yuurin: No one's bullying me.

Ace: You must be naive then.

Ace: No decent guy would think that receiving a cute hairpin is a good thing.

Ace: What you're experiencing is lowkey bullying— Hey! Where are you going?!

Yuurin: *has already walked away from him*

Ace: Hey! I'm still talking to you! Hey!!!

Jack: What? ACE SAID THAT?

Yuurin: Hm.

Jack: ...

Jack: Well, does it make you want to take off the hairpin Leona-senpai has given you?

Yuurin: ...

Yuurin: I don't want to take it off, but at the same time, I don't want anyone to think that Leona-senpai is bullying me.

Jack: ...

Jack: Well, I can wear hairpins too.

Jack: So we're matching.

Yuurin: ...

Jack: ...

Yuurin: Won't that cause an even bigger misunderstanding?

Jack: ...

Jack: You think?

Yuurin: Yes.

Leona: That's not a problem. I'll start wearing hairpins too.

Yuurin: ...

Leona: Oi, Ruggie! Buy every freaking hairpins from Sam!

Ruggie: Sure. You want the cute ones?

Leona: Yeah. The cuter the better, that little shit. (referring to Ace)

Yuurin: ...

iii. Actor AU | Bloopers/Gag Reel

Part Two of the Actor AU series! 

Word Count: 887 words

Page Count: 2.7 pages

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The NRC students: *are visibly confused as to why there's a kid in the Orientation*

Kid MC: *wearing a smaller version of the ceremonial robe*

Kid MC: Dad?

Malleus: Yes? *carrying them in his arms*

Kid MC: These feel like my pajamas.

Malleus: Do you feel cozy in it?

Kid MC: *nods* I don't think I can study while wearing this.

Malleus: *chuckles* Don't worry. There's another uniform you're going to use. The ceremonial robes are only for formal events.

Lilia: Malleus, it's time for MC to know which dorm they're going to be in.

Malleus: Would that be necessary? I'm sure they'll be in Diasomnia.

Lilia: Malleus, we still need to follow the protocol.

Malleus: *sigh* Fine.

Vil: Is there a reason why we have a literal kid here in Night Raven College?

Rook: I heard they're Roi du Dragon's adopted child.

Vil: Ah...

Kalim: Jamil! Jamil! Do you think they will be in our dorm?

Jamil: I doubt that.

Cater: Aww~. Look at them, Trey. Do you think they're going to be in Heartslabyul?

Trey: I don't mind having a kid over. Right, Riddle?

Riddle: *examining them* Hm. Yes.

The Dark Mirror: Please state your name.

Kid MC: MC Draconia!

Malleus: *smiles*

The Dark Mirror: The nature of your soul is...

Malleus: Diasomni—

The Dark Mirror: Pomefiore.

Vil: What?

Rook: *clapping*

Malleus: ...

Kid MC: Dad? My dorm is Pomefiore!

Malleus: ...

Malleus: No, it's Diasomnia. That was just a mistake. *about to leave the venue*

Vil: I'm not all enthusiastic about this. Rook, get our student.

Rook: Oui!

Sebek: Don't be sad, Waka-sama!

Malleus: I'm not sure if I can do that, Sebek.

Lilia: *chuckles* Oh, Malleus. Why are you acting like your child is never independent?

Lilia: They're going to be fine.

Silver: I agree with father. And Mr. Vil Schoenheit reassured you that he will take care of them.

Malleus: I don't need a stranger taking care of my child, Silver.

Silver: ...

Silver: MC will start their first class in a few hours. Would you like to check on them?

Professor Trein: Is everything clear?

Kid MC: *raises their hand* Professor!

Professor Trein: Yes?

Kid MC: Can I borrow this book? I didn't get to finish reading pages 206-209.

Professor Trein: Sure. But don't forget to do your homework. *giving them a chocolate bar*

Kid MC: Thank you, Professor!

Professor Trein: Now run along.

The other students: That's unfair, Professor! Why do they get to be dismissed early?!

Professor Trein: *frowns at them* Kids don't have long attention lifespan. And I don't want them to get bored in my history class.

Ace: *hides under his desk* Wow! You're playing favorites, Professor!

Professor Trein: Who said that?

Epel: How's your class, MC?

Kid MC: I got a chocolate bar!

Vil: Uh-huh. And what do we do with sweets?

Kid MC: I eat them.

Vil: ...

Epel: *laughs*

Vil: *sigh* Epel, just make sure this child brush their teeth later. Especially before sleeping.

Epel: Yes, sir.

Sebek: LITTLE HUMAN!!!

Silver: You don't have to shout, Sebek.

Malleus: *smiles* MC.

Kid MC: Dad! *runs to him*

Malleus: I've been looking for you everywhere.

Kid MC: My classes finish early than the others!

Malleus: Oh?

Vil: Yes. The headmage and all the teachers made an arrangement where they're going to have four hours of classes everyday.

Vil: You're free to take them to your dorm after they're done with school work, but you have to bring them back to Pomefiore before bedtime.

Malleus: Can't they just sleep in my dorm?

Vil: No. I'm their housewarden.

Epel: Don't worry, Mr. Malleus, sir. I'm sharing a room with them.

Kid MC: Hm! Epel is the manliest guy in Pomefiore! He can fight bad guys with his bare fists!

Epel: Hehe, you flatter m—Eek!

Malleus: Oho...? He could?

Silver: Malleus... It's not the place to be jealous...

Sebek: LITTLE HUMAN!!! DON'T FORGET THAT WE'RE ALL LOYAL TO WAKA-SAMA!!!

Kid MC: Yeah! You don't have to tell me, Sir Sebek!

Vil: MC, have you forgotten about acting all dainty?

Kid MC: *pouts*

Kid MC: But it's too late for me to do that now!

Vil: Do it.

Kid MC: *pouts again*

Kid MC: *looks at Malleus*

Kid MC: Dad~? Do you think I look stupidly cute today? *blink* *blink*

Vil: *facepalm*

Malleus: You're the most adorable child I've ever seen. *chuckles*