Savanaclaw Students: Wait— Is That Yuurin?

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.’”

Baby dragon 🐉

Just read Seelie!Reader content by @genshinarchives

Have this

So me and @qxurugosk were discussing about Z and Gale being a duo space riders and one thing led to another and now we have Bullfuckery

tighnari’s tail is something of a mystery. you’ve never seen it wag or droop, and you assumed that was because tighnari just didn’t feel strong enough emotions to have his tail respond in such a way. the most motion you’ve ever gotten out of it is when he jogs or sprints and it sways from the momentum of his run.

unbeknownst to you, tighnari’s tail wags violently when you’re not looking. it takes all of tighnari’s willpower and energy to stop it from moving when you’re around… it’s been hard keeping it a secret, especially since you’re in tighnari’s company so often.

oh, if only tighnari could tell you why his tail is so happy to see you.

Ace and Deuce: *checking if MC is still sober to talk to*

Ace: How many fingers?

MC: *holds his hand and touches his fingers* ...Four.

Ace: Good. You're not that drunk.

Deuce: Why did you even drink? And who gave you alcohol?!

MC: I was... feeling sad. *sniffles* *cries*

Ace: Aish- Why were you sad?

MC: I don't want to go back... You idiots are not there...

Ace and Deuce: ...

Ace and Deuce: *both are tearing up*

Ace: Fuck-!

Deuce: Th-Then just stay here with us- *his voice cracked*

*the three just cried altogether*

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.

How about toddler!MC first swimming lesson with the brothers?

All of them EXCEPT Belphie: *making sure that MC is fully-equipped before going to the swimming pool, holding them securely on their waist so they wouldn’t drown* 

Belphie: *puts on their swimming gear and floaters* Are you ready?

MC: Yeah!

Belphie: *picks them up* *throws them straight to the water* Swim like a swan!

I haven't looked thru all of your tags for your ocs, my sons (heart eyes) so sorry if you explained this already. I think I remember seeing something about one calling you mother and the other calling you heretic? Which sounds hilarious. Would you mind expanding on that please and thank you

I've only got that explanation of them up so far, so don't worry <3

I looked through it to see what you were talking about, and I think you're recalling this sentence "Otherwise, he's a cold sadist who takes delight in showing heretics and sinners why Destruction is the merciful one." because it's the only place the word is mentioned.

As funny as that might be, both of them possess an innate connection to god reader as they were created by your hand and raised in your care. They both absolutely adore you <3 ready to create and destroy entire universes at your word.

They will, however, go from "Mother~!!! <3 <3 <3" while talking to you to "filthy mongrels, death is a mercy you will never receive" @ anyone who looks at you wrong at the drop of a hat. The sudden change is pretty funny imo (someone save anyone who's actually impostering you, they'll be the twins' new plaything for the next eternity)

They're good, filial sons who protect and listen to their mother!

Ruggie: Out of all of us here, Leona has the healthiest relationship.

Rook: Oh la la! Please tell us why, Monsieur Dandelion!

Vil: Yes, I'm also curious.

Ruggie: You know how it's pretty common for couples to fight over small, petty things?

Vil: Yes?

Ruggie: Well, Leona never had those arguments with MC.

Ruggie: MC tells him to take out the trash. He'll do it then cleans the kitchen.

Vil: Leona? Cleaning the kitchen?

Ruggie: Shishishi! I know! Shocking, right?!

Rook: What else could you tell us?

Ruggie: When Leona messes up so bad, MC would ask him to eat first then take a shower, and wear something comfy before scolding him.

Rook: Aww~! How sweet of Trickster!

Vil: It seems we have been talking too much. He's hugging them.

MC: Leona?

Leona: Grr...

MC: ...

MC: We're not leaving. We've just arrived.

Leona: ...

Leona: But the music sucks.

MC: *chuckles* I'll just cover your ears then.

Leona: Oh? So a snuggle? *smirking*