!300 followers special!
giving the fontainians bouquets!
characters: bf!/gf!every fontaine character x gn!reader
author's note: THANK YOU GUYS FOR 300 FOLLOWERS AND I DECIDED TO DO THIS, WELL, THE IDEA WAS SUGGESTED BY MY LOVELY @mariaace AND I THINK IT'S ADORABLE! this is what the poll was about btw lmfao ANYWAYS enjoy<33
✧ Furina
-blushing.
-adorable blushing.
-"o-oh! t-thank you, [name]! i didn't expect such a... beautiful bouquet... but i'm not complaining, don't get me wrong!"
-she would keep that bouquet in your guys' house for the rest of eternity.
-and would combine it with every other bouquet/flower you gave her.
-she loves you 5 times more now.
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✿ Neuvillette
-"w-well... this is certainly.. unexpected. but.. thank you. you truly are thoughtful."
-he would be flustered but definitely wouldn't try to hide it as many others would.
-it's a really pleasant feeling for him and he sees no point in trying to hide it, especially from the person causing it.
-aka the one he loves.
-keeps the bouquet on his nightstand, making sure none of the flowers die or lose color.
-and if at least one flower does, he'll write you a 10 page paragraph apology with a big bouquet next to it.
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☆ Wriothesley
-"oh, well... thank you, i suppose. *wink*"
-he'd be so much more flirty and teasing after that.
-i mean, he'll keep the flowers and take care of them, but he'll tease you a lot more.
-more frequent winks and smug looks to you.
-he just knows you love it when he makes you blush like that.
-not like you're complaining in the first place.
-and he's expecting more flowers after that.
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✯ Navia
-THIS BEAUTY OF A WOMAN.
-will definitely blush and elegantly take it in her hands while she smells the flowers.
-"wow... they're so beautiful... thank you, really..!"
-she values your relationship a lot but now she values it even more.
-it really makes her feel loved and appreciated.
-probably would invite you to a dinner date afterwards, where you eat macaroons together.
-and keep the bouquet eternally.
-idk i have a thing for fictional blondes
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✷ Clorinde
-she's not playable yet but ughhhh
-she's perfect she would literally blush but still try to keep her intimidating and serious behavior.
-"this is... for me? thank you, i suppose."
-if you tease her about her blushing you'll just make her blush even more.
-but don't do it, let her get comfortable with you aka get to somewhere more private.
-this woman will literally send you a letter signed by "champion duelist" not wanting you to know that it was her.
-the letter consisted of a "thank you." and a purple flower tied to it.
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⑅ Lyney
-unexpectedly, he would blush really hard.
-like ofc he would do his best to mask it but you can see through him almost like lynette, you've known him long enough.
-"a-ah! mon amour..! this is simply beautiful and so kind of you! but- i'm the one who gives you flowers, not the other way around, right?"
-wether you agree or disagree with him, he will continue blushing.
-will keep the flowers on your guys' living room table, to remind him of this moment anytime.
-do it more and see how much longer he can keep masking all of that.
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๑ Freminet
-"w-why thank you, [name]... y-you're really sweet..."
-a blushing mess.
-the flowers will be taken care of, no worries!
-but the way his heart started beating fast when you gave him the flowers made him smile.
-he tried to hide the blushing but he failed, too captivated by your confidence.
-he's probably gonna talk to lyney and lynette all worried with how his dear beloved makes him feel.
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✪ Lynette
-"this is.. certainly an unexpected gift. thank you sincerely, [name]."
-she'd blush but she's too good at hiding it.
-wether you notice or not, she'll act the same.
-it's not exactly "serious mode" after that.
-but she will keep the bouquet and take care of it.
-she would let you know that she liked it and that she kept it, sure, but not as emotionally as the others would.
-she's adorable when you notice her blushing face tho.
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× Arlecchino
-i had to include her since she's a fontainian too.
-"this is for me? well, i can't say i don't like it, so, thank you, if that's what you wish to hear."
-she's not one of those who would blush, instead, she'd either make you blush, or just let you know that she likes it with a genuine smile.
-honestly, in both situations, she'd make you blush.
-she just has that captivating aura, not like she would blush like a child right then and there unlike lyney
-but yeah i see her keeping the flowers too
-the only difference after that would be her reminding you of that whenever you disagreed with her for whatever reason.
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⊹ Chiori
-not exactly a fontainian but she does live in fontaine so ig i have to include her
-i love her and i love her personality and i love how she would react.
-"this is all... for me? why, thank you, my dear. i don't remember a time when i felt this appreciated."
-there would be some faint blush on her cheeks but her eyes showed more.
-they showed her thankfulness/gratefulness for you aka for having you in her life.
-now those flowers stand on her shop window, making the boutique look even more stylish.
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⊰ Chevreuse
-she's so underrated imo
-she's not used to love/gifts at all but this definitely made her happy.
-"thank you, i guess. i've never received something like this, but i'm glad i finally did. and it's from you."
-i see her having a huge soft spot for you, especially after that.
-will definitely talk to chiori about you and this moment.
-she'll even give you a bouquet a few days after as a sign of gratefulness and returning the favor.
-she cares for you a lot deep down.
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YAYYYY I'M DONE<3
i didn't include sigewinne cuz i wanted to make this romantic (i think that's all of them for now btw)
but yeah i hope you guys like it^^
| @mariaace <3
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Sunlight knocking outside of your window.
Character(s): Wanderer x GN Reader
Warning(s): Depressive thoughts and in general signs of depression.
Summary: When days seems meaningless, someone is there for you. (OR how he helps you during a depressive episode)
A/N: I wrote this as a comfort for myself a year ago or so. I never meant to publish it but, now that I am in a better place, I thought that it may help anyone who is going through the same, so here it is <3 Requests are open btw!
Shivers run through your body despite being covered in sheets and blankets. Everything is so cold, the type that numbs out your senses until all you can feel is the freezing sensation taking your body. Just the idea of getting out of the bed is unimaginable, too tired to even move from your position.
All corners in the room sumerge you in their darkness, as if waiting to consume you whole. You don't resist it. There is just not point on it. Instead you close your eyes and let it drive, taking you whatever it wishes. Maybe if you pray hard enough you will be somewhere else. A unreachable place where pain can't find you, far away from your own mind.
Just five more minutes of sleep never hurt anybody, and sometimes resigning is far better than keep fighting an endless war, but when you open your eyes you are still in your room. Motionless. Fixed to the same thoughts that never seem to leave.
Some days are harder than others, they say, but in reality, they are not. They are incredibly easy, and that somehow makes it worse. You have no right to pity yourself when all you do is eat and sleep for hours, if not days, while other people works so hard to get half of what you have. It's shameful, really, but you can't force yourself to care enough to do something about it.
You try not to focus too much in your surroundings, intentionally ignoring all the clothes and papers around your bed. They are in the floor too, memorizing exactly the place of everything just so you don't step on them. It has be getting harder as more and more trash gather around, but everytime you set your mind in cleaning something comes out. You just don't have time for it, you often tell yourself. Maybe, if you say it enough times, one day you will believe it.
Actually, what time is it? The urge to check your phone suddenly overcomes you, although quickly give up on it when you realize it is completely dead. It doesn't even matter, you think. Days are all the same anyways, your shrug it off. You don't even remember the last time you did anything outside of roting in your room. Your memory has gotten worse, or maybe it has gotten better because, when you have nothing to do, everything is a little reminder of it.
How you wish you could just sleep this uncomfortable feeling crawling off your chest as worms eating your flesh, yet, despite how tired you are, your body stubbornly refuse to shut itself off once again. It must have gotten tired of that too, you just hoped it would do the same with you. But as much you would like that to happen, all you can do is stare at the ceiling. In a weird, incomprehensible way, It stares back.
It's impossible to know how long you stay like that, it could have been hours just as it could have been minutes, but what brings you back to reality is a knock on your door, the numbness suddenly replaced with annoyance as you slowly realize it won't stop anytime soon. The person outside of your room must know how stubborn you can be, because at some point they just stop knocking and abruptly break in. Rude. Maybe you should be scared that someone was able to get inside your house that easily, but instead you only burry yourself in your blankets, the light from the outside dazzling you.
Doesn't take you to see his face or hear his voice to know who is the intruder, although the recognition doesn't make it any better nor your annoyance any less.
"How do you even walk in here?"
"Good morning for you too."
"It's 5 pm. In what world is that morning?"
"In mine."
"And in it is this good too?"
"Definitely not after you burst through my door."
You hope that he would finally get the message, turn around and leave you alone, but all he does is huff and start gathering things off the floor, matching your own stubbornness. Although irritating, you know better that try to kick him out, already familiar with this routine between the two of you everytime you or him fall into these "episodes", coming unwelcome to the other's place just to check if they are still alive, most of the time after a week or two of not news or signs of life.
It is an unsaid agreement that you both did when opening to each other for the first time, something you sometimes are grateful of and others regret it, specially when he is the one breaking in and not the other way around. You wonder if he feels the same, but either way, none of you ever talk about it.
"Don't move anything, you are just going to make it worse."
"Stop whining and be grateful I'm doing this in the first place. Your whole room is already a mess, there is literally no way to make it worse."
Your mind screams to tell him how you know the place of every single thing on the floor and how he is just desorginizing your whole complex system you carefully created, but that would just start an argument about how stupid that is and you just don't have the energy for it right now. Yet, with the blankets on top of you to still cover the light, you decide to throw him a dirty petty look, one which once again is matched by him at first and later ignored.
Finally, you give up, fully using the blankets as a shelter and burying yourself in them like before.
Speak feels too much, listen feels too much, eat feels too much, get up feels too much, sleep feels too much, exist feels too much. You can't even continue staring at the ceiling because that would mean uncover your eyes completely and the lights are also too much for your eyes. All you wish is for Wanderer to give up on you just like you gave up in yourself, maybe if he did you wouldn't feel as a burden anymore. Maybe you would finally stop caring at all. But when has Wanderer ever listened to someone besides himself? Just like talking to a rock, or in this case, puppet.
"Stop overthinking. Self pity won't take you anywhere."
His voice guides you out of your thoughts, but not out of the all consuming emptiness and loneliness that usually fallows with them. He knows it all well, the feeling of just wanting to dissapear out of thin air to never be remembered nor found. That should be comforting, yet it isn't. Understanding does nothing against it, pity makes it worse, and help is terrifying, no matter from who it comes.
"All I want is to go back to sleep." Half a truth. You don't need to finish that sentence for him to get it.
"When was the last time you ate anything?"
What were you supposed to answer to that? You don't even know what day is it. It could have been just some hours just as it could have been days. Last time you checked your fridge there was nothing left to eat so you just went back to the bed and haven't bothered of eating anything ever since. You should have ordered something, anything, but you must stink after so many time without showering and you just didn't want to interact with anyone like that.
"Time is relative."
You try to hide it but embarrassment crawl out of your body as the realization kicks in, hands instinctively reaching for your pillow and using it to cover yourself with that too. If seeing your room was bad this was ten times worse. You haven't noticed until now, but your hair is greasy and your clothes sweaty, sticking to your skin in a very uncomfortable way. Although your nose can't catch it, it would be surprising if you don't smell too, for once grateful that your friend doesn't exactly have a human body to notice that.
Now, besides feeling completely useless, you also feel self conscious, isn't this so great?
He sighs and you are so sure he is going to leave. It is weird, all this time everything wanted is for him to get out as soon as possible, but now that feels so degrading, not that you would blame him if he does.
"I'll cook something but first I need you to get out of the bed."
Of course. You almost forgot this is Wanderer.
"I don't want to get up."
He stares at you. You stare back harder. All those stare competitions with the ceiling will have to paid off somehow.
Both of you stay like that until he finally resigns for the first time today, going back to clean around. It is surprising how he did so much in about an hour, actually being able to see the floor now. You will just blame his anemo vision for it, because the alternative is that you are just useless at literally picking stuff from the floor and you aren't really fan of that conclusion.
You must have spaced out because the next thing you feel is the weight of the bed suddenly shifting, Wanderer getting on it too as he ignores all the stuff on top of it. Your mind begs you to push him away, but your body moves a little to the edge, giving him the space to actually fit. Maybe any other day you two would fall into a teasing exchange, mocking each other and trying to get under the skin of the other only to forget how the conversation started in the first place. However, as familiar you are with those conversations, it just doesn't feel right anymore. Not right now.
"Here is what we are going to do; We stay in bed for 15 minutes more, after that we stand up and you go and take a shower while I cook you something. When we are done we can watch a movie, play something or hang out outside, what do you say?"
"Make it twelve minutes, let me pick the movie AND the games. You have terrible taste."
"Fine, but then you agree to open the windows because this place looks like a fucking cave. Also, I refuse to play Animal Crossing."
"Animal Crossing is way better than any other game you play."
"My choice is final. We can still play that stupid cult game where you are a goat or something."
"Is a lamb."
"Whatever, we have a deal?"
"Do I even have any other choice?"
Wanderer smiles slightly, greedy and proud, while you reluctantly accept your final defeat for today. The only difference is that, this time, you don't feel as alone as before, forming a smile of your own too. Maybe a little of light isn't so bad after all.
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Romantic Kaveh x male archon reader headcanons?? - ☎️
Thank you, ☎️ for being my first requester! I love Kaveh so much (*squeezes squeezes him like stress ball*). You said headcanons my brain said "write a whole ass fic" and voila aka I obsessed over this day and night
Btw I didn't know what we (reader) was the archon of so I just went ahead and made them Kusanali's/Nahida's bigger dendro archon brother, so warning!!! SPOILERS for the Sumeru archon quest + Kaveh's sad ass backstory (which was revealed in a past event). Reader talks quite formally in this since they're an archon (re: immortal old man)
Enjoy the read, ☎️ Anon! (Goes to fist bump you to hide the fact that I am shaking) I really really hope you like it! And man tagging is HARd. Lowercase d bc it's not fun
Also readers comment/reblog if you like it please please please (offers you thousands of platonic cheek kisses in return + one hug where I awkwardly stick my butt out so I'm not too much in your personal space like Chris pine) thank you for taking a chance on my writing it feels so good to write again but like. Newly.
For new readers, 'Y/N' means "Your Name" for you to self insert yourself into the fic for greater immersion.
Disclaimer: Although this is not a sexual piece featuring smut, this work will feature sexual themes, and it does depict unhealthy codependence and thinking (bc yk, yandere) so if you choose to read, please be 18 and older. Take care! (*Shoots you with the "are you an adult?" Beam. Unsafe for minors- If you are a minor you instantly combust 💥. Adults feel nothing but a tickle 🤗).
[Romantic Yandere] Kaveh x Male Archon Reader: I'll Look Out for You
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Being an archon is... Well, it's a mixed bag of feelings. You constantly had to supervise your nation, and even when you believed you had paid sufficient attention to one issue, another would always crop up. Yes, it's often rare for one nation to have two archon siblings at its helm, and has even led to tragedy, but that won't happen to you and Nahida.
Even when her "Greater Lord" form disappeared, you knew that she was still here with you, because you could feel her existence still within Sumeru, a tiny sap of a thing, thrumming through your veins.
However, your mood did plummet for the period she disappeared, and this was reflected in Sumeru's population as well. See, while Kusanali had personally tended to the Tree of Irminsul and the knowledge of Sumerans, you on the other hand, was directly related to their fates, or rather, their luck. It was something that required great care and attention due to its need for balance. People typically had a base amount of luck in their lives, although there were definitely some whose fate naturally inclined towards better or worse luck. Since you were in charge of maintaining the balance, whenever you were in a poor mood, people's lives in Sumeru tended to... well, go wrong, for lack of a better term, some worse than others.
But! Kusanali is back now, an adorable little being going by "Nahida," who always has questions for you about this or that, as hungry for knowledge as she had been in the past. Imagine the headache you had received when you learned that she had essentially traded her gnosis up for "the truth"! But... that's over and done with, and she's growing more powerful by the day, so now you can divvy up a few tasks for her to handle with that bad-mannered anemo wielder she supervises (you're definitely not jealous of the Hat Guy).
With that settled, it was time for you to go ahead and mend things, focusing on the individuals you had accidentally made prone to poorer luck.
You visited them all in secret, disguising your identity and fixing their life by avoiding or fixing disasters and the process was going smoothly until you find Kaveh. And holy moly. You haven't seen a mortal walking around so prone to bad fate in centuries... And often, it wouldn't be too long before they met their end. You knew that you would have to constantly supervise him to make sure he wouldn't die or end up being scammed.
You care for all of your constituents, but Kaveh is a special case. He is genuinely kind and a good guy to a fault- he is unfortunately too gullible! Many a time you find yourself laughing at the situations he would nearly get himself in, only nearly due to your intervention, of course.
You decide you should go and check on Kaveh after a busy but fun afternoon full of Aranara visits, closing your eyes and honing your archonic senses to find him. Whenever an archon grants someone their vision, there is a tiny, tiny part of the archon's divinity that is implanted within it, making it easier for an archon to track and find their Vision bearer. Location pinpointed, you quickly teleport to him, looking above his head where it showed a darkening clover 🍀, indicating that bad luck was starting to form for Kaveh, who is currently walking through the Grand Bazaar.
Suddenly, a child in front of Kaveh drops a large round Sunsettia, and Kaveh steps on it, squashing it underneath his foot.
"Whoaaa!" Kaveh's voice warbles as he attempts to balance himself, but ends up slipping on the slick juice produced by the fruit, sending him flying forward, briefcase and all.
"Oh shoot," you mutter quickly, stress coursing through your veins.
"Sorry, sorry!" Kaveh crashes into a small merchant stall, but with a quick twitch of your fingers and good luck sent his way, the damage is much more minimal than it would seem to be. Looks like you had good timing.
"Nothing was damaged, but if you really feel bad for the trouble, you can check out my wares..." The well-to-do merchant waves a hand adorned with various gold rings and bracelets over the table's offerings.
"Well! Looking won't be too much trouble!" Kaveh announced, giving a cursory glance at the table when he stops, eyeing something. You move closer, making sure you're still invisible while you look.
"Oh! Do you like this, sir? You have a good eye, indeed!" A merchant boasts, holding up a clearly fake bracelet up to a clearly interested Kaveh.
"Yes... But how much is it?" Kaveh cautiously asks, eyes locked on the bracelet.
"Oh, for you? Only 20,000 Mora!" The merchant grins, a cunning smile that flashes gold-tipped canines. This guy's definitely a skilled conman.
"What!? That's too much!" Kaveh squawks, waving his hand and moving to visit another stall, but the merchant stops him.
"Oh, I understand that the asking price may seem high, but this is one piece from a collection specially made from Clearwater Jade, freshly imported from Chenyu Vale in Liyue! Such fine material and craftsmanship would go for at least four times the asking price normally!" The merchant continues, making Kaveh stop in his tracks. Seeing that he's getting through to Kaveh, the merchant decides to deliver the finishing blow.
"Please, sir! I have three hungry children at home, and if I don't sell something today, we won't be able to eat!" The merchant wails, putting his hands on his face in such a bad performance that you can't hold back a short laugh. You know this guy doesn't have any kids, he could just quickly tell that Kaveh has a bleeding heart, and the dark clover pops up above Kaveh's head again.
"Well..." Kaveh frowns, brows furrowing in obvious sympathy, and picks up the bracelet again. His hand reaches for his Mora pouch, and that's when you decide to intervene, wiggling your finger at the merchant, and suddenly the merchant's table crashes to the ground inexplicably so, sending all of the "premium" jewelry except the one in Kaveh's hand crashing to the ground, breaking on contact.
"No!" The merchant yells in horror.
"Wait!" Kaveh gasps, "This isn't Clearwater Jade!" and poor sweet Kaveh, the fact that this is all he realizes is enough to make you laugh.
"Of course it isn't, you idiot! Go away! You bring bad luck with you!" The merchant angrily shoos Kaveh from his stall. Without further interference from you, the darkening clover 🍀 disappears from Kaveh's head and instead one appears above the merchant's. Balance!
"But wait, your bracelet-" Kaveh tries to give it back but the merchant, clucking over his ruined jewelry, pays him no mind.
"Keep it! Take it with you!" The merchant yells and Kaveh, dumbfounded, walks away, bracelet in hand as you laugh and turn away, deciding that's enough of monitoring Kaveh for the day.
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"Hmm?" Kaveh turns around, feeling like he hears laughter. Unbeknownst to you, your disguise slips just for a second and Kaveh spots your floating back, a flash of green and his eyes go wide.
"Hey!" He shouts out in reflex, but you're gone, quickly teleporting to your abode.
"Did I just see Greater Lord Y/N?" Kaveh asks himself, before shaking his head, and taking a deep breath.
"Must've imagined it," he mutters, resolving to go home and take a long deserved nap. The stress of his new commission must be getting to him, he resolves before heading home.
//
"Whew! That was a close one!" You breathe to yourself, resolving to be sneakier next time.
And you are! You continue to help Kaveh out in random moments over the next couple of weeks, making sure to stay invisible the entire time but Kaveh's being odd.
Sometimes, after you intervene, he will look right in your direction for a few seconds, and if you weren't certain you were invisible, you'd think he's staring straight at you, before he goes about his day.
//
Lately, things have been going... surprisingly well for Kaveh. It's odd, almost, and in ways that always seem coincidental.
Just the other day a pail of water was falling off a roof above him while he was walking underneath but he was pushed out of the way by a strong force right in the nick of time. And on a different day when he intended to donate a hefty chunk of Mora to a charity for needy children, Cyno and other Mahamatras suddenly interrupted and surrounded the charity spokesperson he was speaking with. They then outed the supposed spokesperson as an experienced conman who's been grifting innocent Sumerans, saving Kaveh from wasting his money.
He's been really lucky lately, and although he hasn't hallucinated seeing Greater Lord Y/N again ever since that day where he almost bought cheap knockoff jewelry from that shady merchant, he has noticed something. Sometimes, on the days when Kaveh avoids disaster, he notices that the air around him seems a little... blurrier, even?
And Kaveh definitely doesn't think that one of the two archons running Sumeru is spending their time following him around but... He recently visited the House of Daena, (on a whim, of course!) and found a biographic scroll labeled Divine Encounters, in which an ancient explorer recounted her encounters with the Sumeran archons. The explorer had claimed that moments before the archons had revealed themselves to her, the air around her had appeared blurry!
But. It all feels very much like whimsical thinking, so Kaveh tries to think of a more reasonable explanation. When he fails to find one, he decides to go the most rational (and annoying) person he knows, Alhaitham.
"I'm telling you, something is going on, Haitham," Kaveh insists to his roommate who was lounging on a daybed and reading a book. "And I keep feeling some sort of presence, it's like- no, it can't be. What do you think of what I told you so far?"
"Hmm," is all his counterpart thoughtfully offers, turning a page of his book.
"What!? Is 'hmm' all you have to say when I come to you with a crisis?" Kaveh huffs, and Alhaitham sighs loudly and places his book down.
"It seems like you've already reached a conclusion that you're hesitant to accept as the possible explanation, by which you're doing yourself a disservice," Alhaitham dryly responds, and Kaveh frowns.
"But the reason I think things have been going well for me- it just wouldn't make sense!" Kaveh explains in an exasperated manner.
"Well. When you have eliminated the impossible, whatever remains, however improbable, must be the truth, Kaveh," Alhaitham drawls, and with that said, picks up his book and turns so that he is facing the other way, clearly done with the conversation. Always straight to the point but also such a drama king! Kaveh shakes his head in exasperation, but he's already considering Alhaitham's words.
Strictly speaking, it's not entirely impossible that Kaveh is being followed by an archon...
"But why would Greater Lord Y/N decide to focus on me?" Kaveh wonders aloud, putting his hands on his hips. He has to go back to the House of Daena; he has some studying to do. First- he has to find out where the Shrine for Greater Lord Y/N is located again, and second he needs to discover what the older archon likes. He's ashamed to admit it, but the last time he's offered an offering to either of the archons was in his early adolescence.
It isn't until Kaveh's already left that Alhaitham sits up straight in his chair, wide eyed, having actually processed what he just heard Kaveh say.
"Wait, what!? Greater Lord Y/N? Kaveh! What do you mean?" He uncharacteristically yells out, but Kaveh's already hurrying out the door.
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"Oh!" A rush goes throughout your body when you're in the middle of purifying a Withering Spot that had oddly made a reappearance, and your body glows with a vibrant green light. You feel like someone's just plugged you in, overflowing with energy, and that can only mean one thing. Someone's just made an offering to you!
It's not a rare occurrence, but it's certainly not a common one! You and Nahida both have shrines, but yours is a bit farther to reach from the city, closer to the Desert Region where many people avoid travelling through due to the blistering heat. You had previously made an agreement with the Hydro Archon in which she agreed to bestow her vision upon Sumeran individuals based in the desert so their lives would be a bit easier.
Excited and fully intending to go and extend a blessing on the faithful constituent, you rush to your shrine and to your pleasant surprise, you see Kaveh of all people there, kneeling near freshly lit incense. Around him is a bouquets of Padisarahs, and a ring of Henna Berries and what looked to be a small figurine of yourself, fashioned from a beautiful material. A rush goes throughout you at the gesture, and you float closer to him, cloaked in invisibility, because it appears you've caught him in the middle of speaking.
"And uh, I'm sorry for taking so long to come and make an offering, Greater Lord Y/N, but I hope you enjoy what I've brought along with me," Kaveh awkwardly prays, and you can't help but feel endeared by him.
"I do," you say aloud, making yourself visible to him and Kaveh shrieks, falling backwards onto his butt.
"AAHH! Y-you," Kaveh stutters, pointing at you, and you smile warmly at him.
"I'm sorry, Kaveh, I didn't mean to scare you," you apologize, floating down until you're standing next to him, offering him a hand.
Kaveh gapes at your hand for a moment before he gently takes it and uses it to right himself. You pretend not to notice how he grips the hand that touches you tightly with his other hand, or the fact that his hands are shaking. People do tend to be a bit reverent when in the presence of an archon, which is fine.
"Greater Lord Y/N knows my name..." Kaveh says aloud in wonder, a slight flush on his cheeks and you cock your head at him.
"Of course. I know everyone borne of Sumeru," you reply matter-of-factly, and Kaveh wilts a bit. You hate the sight of that so you quickly add, "But you are a special case. Not only have you made beautiful works such as the Palace of Alcazarzaray, but you also truly live up to your moniker of 'Light of Kshahrewar'. Within you is a kind soul that appears to... radiate, no matter where you go," you tell him truthfully.
"Oh," Kaveh replies in a breathy voice, flush growing more intense, and then hides his face in his hands, his shoulders shaking. You decide to elaborate. Maybe hearing this will be good for him.
"You try hard in everything you do, and you have not let the darkness of your misfortunes dim you. You're quite the individual, and I'm proud someone like you bears the vision my sister and I represent."
Kaveh remains silent this time, but this time he's taking in deep, shuddering breaths. You feel slight worry, because you did not intend to make him cry.
"Kaveh?" You ask, nearing him, unsure of what's the matter.
"Th- thank you for saying that," Kaveh replies, voice sounding a bit throaty, "I just. I just need a moment," so you nod and gently put a hand on his shoulder, patting it once before leaving it there. A little bit of comfort can go a long way. You think you feel him shiver under your hand, but you're uncertain seeing as how his shoulders were shaking previously.
"Of course. Take your time, I just wanted to come and see who was leaving me an offering," you softly reply, "It's been a while since I received gifts so thoughtful." You bend over and pick up the small statue he made of you, a smile forming naturally on your face.
"I'm glad you like it," Kaveh says bashfully, "I wanted to add something of my own to your offerings. Forgive its rough appearance, I only had wood at my disposal."
"Nonsense; it's perfect, and I will be taking it with me. Well done, Kaveh," you praise, and goosebumps rise on his arms, but you don't notice that.
"Thank you," he says shyly, before blurting out, "for the compliment! But also for everything else you've done for me, and I guess the rest of Sumeru..." He finishes awkwardly, and you laugh.
"It is my duty and pleasure," you say, locking eyes with him, "and now, I shall extend a small blessing of luck upon you in exchange for your sign of devotion today." No darkening clover 🍀 exists above his head, but you intend to reward him in the small way you can.
Warmth rushes over Kaveh, just for a second, and his eyes naturally slip close before he snaps them back open. You are already beginning to levitate, intention to leave clearly made.
"Before you go, forgive my impudence at the implications of this, but have you been..." Kaveh trails off, the last few words of his sentence sounding garbled.
"I'm sorry, what did you say?" You ask, and Kaveh's face blanks in panic.
"Forgive me for being presumptuous!" Kaveh quickly falls to his knees and raises his hands, bowing his head, and you can't help but laugh, not unkindly.
"No, that's not it, I genuinely couldn't make out what you were saying," you explain, and Kaveh raises his head, mouth forming an "o".
"Well, I had asked if you..." Kaveh takes a deep breath, standing up but avoiding eye contact, "had been following me the past couple of weeks."
"Ah," you chuckle. So he did spot you! "Yes, I have!" You confirm, full of mirth, and Kaveh looks up at you, shocked. Feeling like this was a good place to end the conversation, you levitated up into the air.
"Safe travels, Kaveh! I'll be watching!" With a twitch of your finger, you order an extra bit of good luck his way, in addition to the blessing, just to be safe. And with that, you teleport away, feeling quite good about the encounter.
//
Kaveh returns home, feeling like a large burden has been lifted off of his shoulders.
So who does Kaveh really have in the end? Sure, his achievements have endured that people flock to him, but it's always on a level that feels very superficial. His relationships never last long, he and his friends never have time to meet, and the person he sees the most seems to care for him and resent him near simultaneously and it's. It's too much to bear.
Ever since the death of his father which he felt partially responsible for, Kaveh has tried his hardest to be someone worthwhile, do something amazing. It's part of why he decided to become an architect, because he wanted to create something people would enjoy and also something he would be remembered for. It's a redemption, of sorts.
His father had died partaking in an event he only participated in in order to impress Kaveh. Then his mother, who couldn't deal with her grief or the depressing situation, moved out of their house to start a new life, leaving him behind, alone. His family name is no longer tinged with tragedy, instead overshadowed by Kaveh's achievements but in the end... Kaveh's mother never returned to Sumeru. She barely even responds to his letters.
Bad things happen to bad people and good things happen to good people, right?
So Kaveh tries to be good.
He smiles, he doesn't hold grudges. He lives and lets live. He gives people chance after chance. He donates to charities and saves animals that are distressed and he gives away his lunch to the hungry and he'll listen to other people's stories. He always gives his commissioners 110% of his effort when crafting for them, even if he disagrees with their vision. He waves to people who refer to him as the "Light" and always gives time and advice to his juniors who look at him with stars in their eyes. He bears it with a smile when he finds out he's been tricked once again or learns that the funding for one of his proposed projects has once again fallen through.
And it pays off! Yes, he lost his house and swims in debt higher than his neck, but now he lives with a roommate? friend? person who obviously cares for him, even if they critique him and every situation he gets himself into. And no, he does not think of the possibility that underneath all of the threats of being kicked out, Alhaitham may one day choose to leave him behind as well. (Kaveh would never admit it but he would be devastated).
He barely manages to keep on going, especially when times are rough, but today? Today proves it is all worth it.
To be recognized, and by an archon like you, it's- euphoric. Elation runs through his veins, makes him giddy in the most senseless of ways. His heart beats fast in his chest, and even his body on a whole, feels ten times lighter than it had before.
The Sumeru Archons rarely make their presence known to anyone- in the past, they had only materialized in front of their most devout worshippers, or those who had made great achievements- heroes, explorers, warriors, like the Traveler! And now Kaveh, of all people, joins that group, met by-
You! Greater Lord Y/N! You, who had touched him, comforted him, praised him- who had seen through the barrier he puts up and had spoken words that had comforted his troubled soul- you are worthy of all the reverence Kaveh can give!
He's- he's shaking, overwhelmed by your magnitude. To have it confirmed that you really were stepping in and interfering with his life to make things easier for him- it, it feels so good. To know that he's under your protection. To know that he doesn't have to worry as much. To know that you care. And Kaveh knows he has people that care about him in his life, but it doesn't feel anything like this, nowhere close to having the attention of a God upon him.
Kaveh passes by Alhaitham in a daze, who gives him a once over and then takes off his headphones.
"Are you sick? You don't look well," Alhaitham says in a blunt manner, and normally Kaveh would feel some sort of way about Alhaitham's choice of wording, but no, not today.
"I just need to be alone right now," Kaveh answers, and Alhaitham stares at him in the Alhaitham way before nodding and putting his headphones back on.
Kaveh walks to his room, and immediately upon re-entering his room, he sees the book he had rented from the House of Daena all about you open on his bed. The page he had left it on had a picture that did not capture you and your features well, but is enough to make his heart race once more.
He instantly recounts details of your encounter with him, turning them over in his head, letting emotions flow over him.
Kaveh shivers again, and desperately tries to regain his composure. There's a burning heat in his chest, and he oddly feels as if he's about to cry at any moment or jump for joy. His stomach is doing its own thing with somersaults, and his hands won't stop trembling. He stumbles on shaky legs to sit on his bed, and decides to try and express what he's feeling, hoping you can feel how genuine he is.
"Greater Lord Y/N, thank you. Thank you," He stumbles through his words, "I- no, this humble servant thanks you for your kindness shown. I won't forget; I won't."
With that said, he gets up and goes to his desk, beginning to work on another figurine of you, similar to the one he had made as an offering, this one will be just for him... for reasons that don't have to be disclosed. He wants to have a version of you he can see and feel and touch, all to himself. When he's done crafting it, he looks around guiltily and hopes you're not watching when he gently kisses the figurine's head. Just by holding it, he feels a sense of excitement, and an idea starts to take hold.
He needs to get started.
//
Sometimes, when Kaveh is taking a break from his new project, he remembers meeting you in that shrine, the kind and patient way with which you had spoken to him, the smile you had given him and it just, does things to him. Things he'll never say aloud and things he'll never act on because at the end of the day he is a mere mortal and you are an Archon, but if you weren't?
He'd worship you everyday in the most intimate of ways. Never a day would go by without Kaveh showing you how much you mean to him. He would give you anything you wanted, even if it meant his ruin, but he knew you were too kind to ever lead him down that path. (But he definitely wanted you to ruin him. Or do whatever you wanted to him, really).
But that's not what's important now! He has to finish this project that would let you know how deeply he cares for you and increase Sumeru's awareness!
//
Over the next two weeks, every time you check Kaveh's location with the intention of helping him out, you find that he's at home, where fate typically does not have a chance to become worse. But on the third week, you finally see that he's out, near the Palace of Alcazarzaray, and you decide you'll pop in on him and have a look at his fate.
Suddenly, you feel a rush run through you this time, but it's much stronger than when a person gives offerings, it's- you squeeze your eyes shut, acknowledgement and gratitude from people, multiple people, and Celestia above, it feels good! You haven't felt this way in a while especially since there has been a festival in your honor for quite a while, so to feel it again and so randomly picks up your mood.
It doesn't appear to be coming from your shrine so you go and let the feeling guide you to wherever the source is, and when you do, you find that you're in the very center of Palace of Alcazarzaray, the large splendid fountain has had its multilayer spout replaced by a large, beautiful statue of you with a plaque that read, "In honor of Greater Lord Y/N, who watches over us".
To the side of it stands Kaveh, obviously the inventor, with a proud smile and bags under his eyes, and although a crowd of people stands there clapping, he seems to be expectant of someone or something, searching the crowd with his eyes.
While you don't like public appearance, you are indeed very pleased with his work and intend to reward him for it in a very public way. Ensuring that you are disguised, you point a finger at the statue, and vines and flora of all different kinds begin to crawl all over the statue in a sheer layer where Kaveh's work could still be seen underneath.
"What? What is happening?" A confused man asks.
"I've never seen transparent flowers!" A woman gasps.
"Amazing! Did you design this function?" A person asks Kaveh, who seems at a loss for words.
Deciding to make your presence a little more clear, lotuses (which signify luck) and padisarahs lift themselves from the ground and come up in the air, intertwining themselves, until they form a beautiful, elaborate flower crown that floats through the air and places itself on Kaveh's head, who still looks shocked. The crowd erupts into noise.
"Oh my Archons!" A person cries out before they outright faint.
"Look! The Lotuses! It must be Greater Lord Y/N! He must be pleased with Kaveh's work!"
"An archon is here!" The crowd drops to their knees, even more acknowledgement and wonder and gratitude is sent your way and you laugh and clap your hands, sprinkling good fate here and there onto them.
For all who are present, clovers drift down from the sky and people reach out to grab them. But for Kaveh, you point at his right wrist and there, a clover and lotus sigil is branded. For he is your favorite, and you genuinely do care for him.
"Thank you," you float over and speak into his ear and Kaveh squeaks, hand going up to his ear and you laugh at his endearing reaction.
"Of course, it was no trouble for me. It's worth it if it's for you," Kaveh says sweetly, and you don't have time to process how you feel about such a statement before someone shouts, "Let's honor Greater Lord Y/N tonight!"
Word quickly spreads and there's a large nation-wide celebration that night in your honor, and it is one of the best nights you had in centuries. Nahida even takes part in the festivities, although many do not know her real identity, while you choose to stay hidden.
You sneak food off plates while people don't look and take sips from people's glasses. The wine is sweet and pungent and it's strong and it's so, so good. You follow Kaveh around as he jovially interacts with people, and every now and then Kaveh will look up to where you're disguised and smile, and you smile back even though you know he can't see it.
Kaveh steps away from the hustle and bustle onto a quiet, deserted street.
"Uh, Greater Lord Y/N? Would you mind coming out for a bit?" Kaveh asks nervously, and you look around, before doing as he asks.
"Yes, Kaveh?" You ask, from behind him, and Kaveh jumps, accidentally bumping into you.
"Oh! Sweet archons, I didn't expect that to work or for you to be so close-" Kaveh rambles, but all you can focus on is that from this close, he smells like the sweet, spiced wine that's been mulled from henna berries. The same type that you and him have been drinking all night.
"I didn't mean to startle you. You asked for me to appear. May I know why?" You ask calmly, and Kaveh slowly blinks at you, before looking down bashfully.
"I want- I want," Kaveh wrings his hands, and you place one of your own on top of his.
"Tell me," you order gently, and Kaveh looks at you and nods. In the space of a second, there's a sort of charged energy between the two of you, and it feels good, hypnotic even.
"Can I kiss you?" Kaveh asks demurely, leaning into your space and he's looking at you so hopefully and wantonly that you automatically say, "You shall," before you even remember what a 'kiss' is.
Kaveh pushes himself closer, and you leave yourself open and patient, feeling his lips and nose brush against yours and the sensation of it is so small and compact, yet enough to make tiny sparks go over your body. And maybe things are going too fast and yes you've only spoken to him once but you know Kaveh.
Plus- it's been so, so long since you've felt this way.
There's a thousand reasons you shouldn't but you lean closer, and press your lips against his once more, hand going to his jaw as you decide to go for a "real" kiss this time, and Kaveh kisses you back just as deeply. It's wet and passionate and slick and a thousand emotions you've forgotten since your the beginning of your archonhood. It's good and you want more.
You don't notice Kaveh's hands digging tightly into your clothes and if you had Nahida's ability, you would've known that all Kaveh was thinking was, "Finally yours."
//
"Aaaand look, Haitham, he even branded me! That means I'm spesha- special!" Kaveh slurs as Alhaitham tiredly helps him into his room on socked feet.
"Yes, very good, Kaveh," Alhaitham dryly replies, taking off Kaveh's flower crown and placing it onto the table and Kaveh frowns.
"Don't be like that! This is a good thing for me, this means everything to me! We're together, you know," Kaveh fires back and Alhaitham rolls his eyes.
"Yes, yes, whatever you say. The bucket's near you bed in case you need it. Night," Alhaitham quickly dumps him on the bed and leaves the room, and Kaveh cuddles into his bedsheets.
The next morning, Kaveh's eyes snap open.
"Did I really- did we? No, that must've been a dream!" Kaveh can't wrap his mind around last night, it seems that he dreamed that you and him kissed! What a wild thing to think!
He goes to brush a hand through his hair and get it out of his face when his hand comes into contact with something soft, and velvety.
He pulls his hand back and in it, is a flower, different from the wreath on his bed, and on it is written, "See you soon, love. Safe travels, I'll be watching <3- Y/N."
Kaveh opens his mouth and screams.
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The End
Note: if you read this far, thanks, (because this turned out way longer than it was supposed to be) But ofc. I love Kaveh! If this was more sexual let's just say Kaveh would've left more than figurines at Y/N's shrine iykyk that's all!!
A few extra headcanons:
Kaveh definitely gets himself into troubling situations so you can come and save him from his fate. It reassures him that you really do care for him.
Every day you make a different flower bloom in Kaveh's hair. he has no problem showing it off to people. He needs everyone to know that he's your favorite, not them.
He still leaves offerings at your shrine on a regular basis, but he'd rather offer his body up instead...
Late into your relationship he'll try to convince you to: a) either try out mortality b) make him live forever- if these don't work, he'll *hypothetically* get to work with Mehrak on a device that could trap/hold an archon so be carefulllll, reader
He goes to sleep holding the figurines he's made of you
Reader is not weirded out by Kaveh. Considers him "really devoted" because archons must've had crazy fans before so
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