— YOUR WORDS HURT

Soulbound

Zhongli x GN!Reader (Soulmate!AU)

Summary: Zhongli hated the mark on his neck, and he hated whoever the mark bounded him to. But fate plays a cruel joke, matching him with you, as he swore he would love no one else but Guizhong.

Tags: Angst/No Comfort, Short Story, Rejection, Hurtful Words, Hatred to Love

Soulmark - A mark that binds two individuals as soulmates.

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Morax had always been frustrated by the mark on his neck.

A glowing, permanent part of his body that marks him tied to a soulmate. He thinks its stupid, for the love of his life was already in front of him, a gray-haired inventor that no carving in his body could ever stop him from adoring.

He finds it unbelievable that his neck is claimed by a soulmark yet Guizhong's remain blank, and he curses Celestia above for such a foul joke.

How could he be for anyone else but her?

When her dust settled in the field of glaze lilies he thought were incomparable to her beauty, he was utterly devasted, his clawed hands held onto his neck, wanting to rip the soulmark that had been taunting him for centuries.

How could he be marked for someone else while the love of his life laid lifeless?

He loathed his mark, everything about it, and he will till his last breath.

...

Zhongli deeply dislikes you.

You are a messy, silly, babbling buffoon.

An adventurer from Mondstadt that embodies the nation's will of freedom. Bubbly, carefree, and loud, much like a fellow god he didn't particularly like.

Despite of his disdain of you, your affection towards him never wavered. You filled his somber days with excitement as you joyfully tell him stories about your adventures, share some new recipes you've learned, even ushering him to talk about obscure Liyue historical facts that you've always found interesting.

He was much too proper to shoo you away, and his cold looks and short responses didn't discourage you to try to make friends with the man that peeked your curiosity.

Ever so slowly, you had pried open his caged heart, planting a small seed that was so distinctly you.

He would have accepted you, he would have seen you as a friend... and yet...

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a faint, familiar mark on your neck, revealed when you put your hair up into a ponytail.

Zhongli knew he truly disliked you.

...

"I don't believe in the marks either, Mr. Zhongli..." You reasoned with him, but his gaze still stung you with daggers.

He caged himself back up, ensuring that you could not care for the little seed you planted, no light would be able to reach it again.

His heart would not open...

No matter how many times he catches himself smiling at your antics.

No matter if he displays every gift and trinket you give him from your travels.

No matter how much he preferred your cooking over anyone else's.

No matter how beautiful you look staring up at him with your doe eyes as you confess your affection.

No matter how frustrated he felt at himself when he made you cry as he rejects your feelings.

Because, for him, how could there be anyone else but her?

...

"Do you see why it could never be you?"

You both stood in front of a monument, surrounded by various plants and objects you assume to be from friends of this ancient goddess.

"I bet she was amazing."

"She was perfect. Perhaps that's why I was not worthy to share a mark with her."

At this point, you were used to his words, how they praise her, how they degrade you.

"You're pretty great too, Zhongli..."

Faith places identical marks on the necks of two soulmates, and the rest is a romantic story of the passion that builds up as people pursue their marks of love.

Fate is cruel to you and him.

"That mark is not for you, Y/N." The Geo Archon says to you, tearing you apart silently, as you stand and take his words.

His heart quivers despite the harsh words coming from his own mouth. Even after millennia of having the mark engraved on his neck, after concluding that maybe he would allow your little seed to prosper even just for a bit, he still chooses to cling onto his hopeless past.

Tears fall down from your eyes, but you remain quiet, only nodding in agreement.

You loathed the mark on your neck.

...

Zhongli opens the cage of his heart a little, allowing him to peak at the small sprout from the seed you planted.

So distinctly you, it was the only thing he has of you.

After letting you leave him at Guizhong's monument with tears still staining your face, he couldn't help but miss you.

He couldn't help but let you finally take your place in his heart, after so long of hating his soulmark, hating whoever the mark tied him to, he fears he has finally accepted faith.

...

"Where is it?" He grips your arm harshly, his hold not faltering as you try to shake him off. His gaze was cold, yet you could still catch the hint of alarm in his eyes. "What have you done?"

After weeks... you return to him... missing something.

You winced at the stress of his words, feeling frightened under his tense hold. "I..." His bruising grip didn't falter, urging you to explain yourself. "S-Surprise...?"

"You..." Zhongli looks at you in disbelief. "How stupid could you be?"

"M-Mr. Zhongli... it's a blessing of the Anemo Archon... I prayed for him set us free from fate."

"Y/N... I..." He was at a loss for words, his heart ached as his eyes searched your neck in vain. "Fate... going against it is painful. It must've been excruciating."

"It was... but this if for you, Zhongli..." You smiled, feeling him loosen his grip. "Because I love... loved you." You fully free yourself from him, rubbing at where he previously held you.

The wind around him picked up, and he hears the faint whispers of an old friend along with it. Whispers of comfort, as he clearly ruined what would have been the light of the rest of his days.

Your soulmark fades, but his remains...

Zhongli loathed his mark, for it bears no meaning, no one but him bears that mark.

As you leave, trying to fade away in the background of his life, you remain under a spotlight in his eyes, for you will always be the one that shares his mark, no matter if it is visible.

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What y'all think of this one? :3

I bet y'all's feelings were hurt hehe

You tend to dramaticize events. Poor Zhongli is a worrywart…or something.

Zhongli would be writing in his journal one fine day when you barge in after a bout of adventuring.

“Guess what! I almost got my head sliced off!” you exclaim, hands on your hips.

“You what?!” Zhongli drops his journal in shock. “Darling, what..?”

“I was playing with a kid and her plastic sword nearly did me in!”

Zhongli, who has already summoned his spear to behead whoever had dared to try beheading you, sits back down with a soft exhale. "Ah."

On another occasion, you come home in slightly damp clothes and tell your darling Zhongli, “I nearly drowned today!”

Your husband momentarily appears stricken, but he then eyes you sceptically. You’re not sopping wet. “Oh? Tell me what happened.”

“I tripped and fell into a puddle!” you moan. “Isn’t that awful? We’re lucky I’m alive and well! Rex Lapis gives his weakest soldiers his hardest battles!”

Zhongli tries to hide his smile as he fetches you a towel. “Indeed. What a treacherous puddle that must have been.”

When you're sick, lord have mercy. You'd be laying in bed, admittedly fine for the most part, save for a stuffy nose. But of course you have to be theatrical about it.

“This is the end for me…” You peer at your husband through half-lidded eyes. "I bequeath all my mortal possessions to you after my passing..."

Zhongli, quite used to your antics by now, merely hums. "And does that include your dried flower collection, dear?"

"Yes..." you groan, rolling over in bed. "But they'll never fill the void in your heart when I'm gone."

"How tragic, my sweet."

"I'm going to die tonight..."

"Oh dear, my sweet."

"Will you miss me?"

"Very much so, my sweet."

You pout. “You’re not sad enough! I’m sick! Siiiiick!”

“How true, my sweet. Shall I call every doctor in Liyue to tend to you with every medicinal remedy possible? The bitterer, the better. And how about, say, three weeks’ bed rest?”

Suddenly you’re not that sick anymore.

omg how would Scaramouchie, Kaeya and Albedo react to a extremely forgetful s/o, like i've been even more forgetful lately 😰 example; i can forget things instantly after i say it 😞

- sincerely 👩‍🦲 (again)

An extremely forgetful S/O

Type-HC’s 🌷

Flowers included!🌼= kaeya x gn! Reader, albedo x gn! Reader, scaramouche x gn! Reader

Note🍀= HIII THIS IS RLLY SHORT BECAUSE IM REALLY JUMPY TODAY CAUSE IM GOING ON VACATION TOMORROW BUT I HOPE U LIKE IT 👩‍🦲ANON THIS IS ALSO MY FIRST TIME WRITING FOR KAEYA SO 😭

💐Your bouquet has been delivered <3💐

Kaeya

- in this case lets say you arent in the knights of favonius so its much easier to be forgetful.

- He finds it super funny tbh!!! He pokes at you all the time for it.

“Ah yeah im going to the library to go get the manual from Lisa!”

You come back to kaeya without a book, on the verge of tears

“WHY WAS I AT THE LIBRARY AGAIN?!”

- i swear he cant stop laughing at you😕😕

- He teases you allllllll the time, making teasing little nicknames that correlate to the fact your incredibly forgetful

- But enough of the teasing, he’s actually super helpful. In a flirty way of course but he tries his best to remember some things for you

“KAEYA I FORGOT MY UMBRELLA!!!!”

Your shouting and panicking when the rain starts to pick up

“Dont worry sweetheart i brought it with me.”

- he sighs yet stays smug as you shower him in praise and thanks cause he always seems to remember the things you forget

Albedo

- hes kinda confused at first ngl… like he thinks its some disorder u have 😭😭

- You always seem to forget about your duties and he tries to figure out ways to help you

- Klee has quite the bad memory but not as bad as yours, so he tries to help you as much as he can

- He goes about his free days putting post it notes on your mirror about the things you need to remember to do for the day

“Being your umbrella” “Dont forget your documents”

- Its so sweet 🙁🙁, overtime it became a habit of his to remember everything you need to bring or work on hours before you remember.

“I feel like im missing something… oh, my books-!”

“I have them here darling.”

Scaramouche

- hes so sick of it 😍😍😍

- Lets pretend you arent a fatui agent of any kind T-T

- His eye twitches everytime you march into his office and then panic as you forgot your purse in the restroom or something.

- Its hilarious to him sometimes but its so annoying too 😭😭

- He’s gonna jab at your forgetfulness all the time

“Oh shi i forgot my documents!”

“As usual.”

- but there is this one thing you tend to do, because of your terrible memory you also dont remember what you say and assume you havent said it yet

- So when you pull scaramouche into a little goodbye kiss hes quite blushy but returns to his work

“Always so persistent…”

- at the moment you get to the edge of the door you freeze and look him dead in the eyes with the most sincere utter confusion

“Did i already give you a goodbye kiss??”

- he just stares at you like 😦

- You assume not as the memory of your previous kiss was completely wiped out and you go to kiss him once more and he turns into a whiny blushy mess

- It happens all the time and at forst he thought it was an excuse to kiss him more but tbh you look so genuinely confused when you ask him if youve already said “i love you goodnight” or smth

you’re a fool.

the thought crosses your mind multiple times as you climb down your window.

“don’t fall.” isagi calls out from below you, an amused grin on his face. you roll your eyes.

you shush him. “i won’t, dumbass.”

he clicks his tongue, pout quickly replacing his grin. he looks back up at your struggling form.

he squints, quickly licking his lips. a mischievous smile blooms on his face. “hurry up.”

“shut your mouth, isagi.” you snap, a small yelp leaves your mouth when your hand slips for a second.

you look down at him, brows raising when you see his outstretched arms. he blinks at you, quickly retracting his arms back to his sides.

“i won’t fall.” you reassure him. that’s still not enough to convince him (or you.)

“just,” he sighs, “be careful.”

it doesn’t take you that long to reach the ground (a lie, you spent about four minutes stuck in the same spot shaking like a leaf.)

you yawn. “where are we going?”

isagi glances at you, eyes darting away from yours as soon as he meets them. you’d swear you see a hint of red dusting his ears, but it’s too dark outside to tell.

“somewhere not too far from here.”

“are we walking there?” you rub your eyes.

his silence is enough of an answer.

you groan. “i’m going back to bed.”

isagi panics, grabbing your hand before you can turn back.

“it’s not far!”

you glare at him. he smiles sheepishly. (he hasn’t let go of your hand.)

“it better not be.” you click your tongue, “i didn’t just almost break my bones climbing down my window for a midnight stroll.”

he squeezes your hand. “i promise it’ll be worth it.”

“fine,” you offer a small smile, squeezing his hand back. “lead the way.”

he beams at you, quickly tugging you along with him.

“so,” he starts, “i found this place while i was jogging the other day.”

“oh?” you yawn.

“it’s got the nicest view ever,” he hums, “it’s my second favorite view.”

you rub your eyes, “what’s the first?”

you feel his grip on your hand loosen for a second before he regains his composure.

he turns to glance at you, “‘m not telling.”

he keeps walking, you squint at the back of his head. (you swear you could slightly make out a soft flush to his ears, but you’re not sure.)

“why not?”

“i’m entitled to my secrets.”

you raise a brow, “you can keep a secret?”

there’s a pause. “shut up.”

he speeds up his pace. you copy him.

“we’re almost there,” he stifles a yawn.

“we better be.” you tease, “i’m getting pretty tired of all this walking.”

he laughs, pointing at a small hill near you. “it’s right there.”

“you’re making me walk up a hill?” you playfully gasp, “you’re really killing me here, isagi.”

“yeah, yeah, whatever.”

(you end up reaching the top before he does.)

“so?” he gestures around you. “what do you think?”

“it’s alright, i guess.” you hum.

isagi playfully swats your arm. you laugh.

you look around, a soft smile blooming on your lips, “i bet the sunrise looks real pretty from here.”

“yeah,” he sounds breathless, “it does.”

you turn to look at him, eyes widening when you realize he’s staring at you. you stare back at him. (the way he’s looking at you makes you feel fuzzy. you hope he feels the same.)

“we should come here,” he breathes out, “you know, to make sure it’s pretty.”

“yeah,” you smile, “i’d like that.”

you’re not sure how long you both stand there staring at each other. (it feels like forever, yet it’s still not enough.)

“we should head back.” you whisper.

isagi blinks. “right.”

“my mom’s gonna kill us if she realizes i’m not home.” you say.

isagi’s eyes widen, seemingly having processed your words. “right!”

he takes your hand in his, quickly ushering you into a sprint as you head back to your place.

you’re surprised at how quickly you got back home. (your lungs feel like they’re about to collapse from how fast you ran, but you pay it no mind.)

“you good?”

you blearily blink at isagi. “huh?”

he laughs in amusement when he notices the state you’re in. “i asked if you were good.”

you take a couple of deep breaths. “‘m perfectly fine.”

he gives you a look. you wave him off.

“thanks,” you breathe out.

he looks at you in confusion, “why?”

you beam at him, “for taking me to see your second favorite view.”

he gives you a gentle smile. “you’re welcome.”

you smile at each other for a couple of seconds before panic settles into your bones at the thought of your parents finding both of you outside your window.

“now,” you shakily sigh, looking at isagi, “how do i get back up?”

from me to you — gojo satoru x f!reader

a/n: this takes place in chapter 268, soo sort of spoilers ahead? also long live gojo satoru; gojo leaves you a letter 🙏

“y/n-sensei, there is a letter for you as well!”

that catches your attention, and you look up at the first years. you tilt your head slightly, and yuuji hands you an envelope.

you gently take it from him, and the first thing you notice is “wifey” written on it then the doodle of satoru with his blindfold on. you feel your throat tighten, and your hands shake slightly.

you let out a small breath then shakily open the letter.

hey, honey!!

it first reads.

I feel like there is still much I didn’t tell you in our last meeting, so here I, your beautiful and handsome husband, am writing them down.

you swallow lightly, and a small smile appears on your face as you imagine satoru saying that, then you continue to the next line.

first, I changed all your computer passwords to variations of “satoruisthebest” at one point. your confusion was so cute!!

you quirk an eyebrow at the admission, but when you rack your brain, you remember that one day when you couldn’t log into your computer.

what you vividly remember was satoru being sat beside you the whole time, and now that you think about it. he was smiling so widely the entire time, letting out small chuckles every now and then. oh, that sneaky man.

“satoru, I am telling you it’s broken!”

“sweetheart, we spent over 2000$ on that. if it broke, then we could easily sue the company,” he chuckled, arm wrapping around your shoulder and pulling you closer.

“2 year guaranteed top performance my ass!”

you smile at the memory. it was pretty satoru of him to do that. your eyes then move to continue reading.

second, there are times when I would tell megumi that you would be coming with me, then he would turn and leave me when he found out I was tricking him.

your eyes glance up at said boy who is sat across of you. he made it out alive, despite everything. he suffered so much, but he made it.

it makes you relieved, and you can imagine satoru being bloody proud of him and saying something along the lines of ‘you handed sukuna’s ass to him, very cool!’

no matter how much megumi had frowned and grimaced at satoru’s presence or antics. it rooted itself as something—safe and familiar.

you can’t count on your hands the times when you and satoru would visit the siblings, and nobody really said it, but these meetings did all of you a favor, a chance to kind of wind down. maybe act like death might actually not be looming tomorrow.

it feels like just yesterday when megumi would cling to you when he got really sad or nervous, after so much time spent getting comfortable with each other.

he grew up well, you think, eyes gliding to next.

third, I hid your uniform every two to three weeks, so you have to stay with me.

at that, your eyes widen a bit. satoru’s schedule was pretty packed, but he somehow managed to squeeze time for quality time between you two.

it tugged on your heartstrings, and you made sure he knew how much you appreciated it, not a single space on his face left without a kiss. however, finding out that he went out of his way to make you rest and stay.

satoru’s care really showed in his actions, and you feel like this is the biggest proof of it.

“satoru, have you seen my uniform?”

“nope! maybe, it is a sign to stay home today? you’ve been working so hard, wifey!”

you cupped his face, pulled him down to your height, and kisses his cheek, “you’ve been working harder, ‘toru. let me take off some of the load at least.”

“we could both stay!”

“you’re kidding, right?”

“I already told yaga; I miss you!”

you try to stop the reminiscing further and try to compose yourself before reading the rest.

fourth, I’m the one who kept adjusting the thermostat. I just wanted an excuse to cuddle.

a fond yet melancholy smile appears on your face. you kinda figured that one out. satoru’s favorite pastime was cuddling, so it’s no surprise that he would go out of his way to create the need for it even further.

add to that, once you went to get some green tea and saw him from the corner of your eye teleport to the thermostat, click something, then teleport back to bed.

you figured that the room being chilly that night was not an exception in the middle of july.

“babeeee, it’s so cold! let’s cuddle!”

“maybe the problem is with the thermostat?”

“I checked! I think cuddling is the best solution.”

you giggle as you recall the moment, one of many similar. your heart feels a bit lighter as you go through the letter. something satoru managed to always do even in person.

he would plaster sticky notes, get you trinkets, and even pull pranks on other just to see you smile. feeling more encouraged, you keep on reading the letter.

then you feel your chest constrict so tightly that you might just throw up.

fifth, I am really gonna fucking miss you.

you read the line over again, and you purse your lip in hopes of silencing any noise that may come out as you feel the lump in your throat return, even worse than before. your breathing starts getting more difficult.

your grip on the letter tightens, and you find yourself thinking back to the good times. memories of late nights spent in each other’s arms, thinking about everything and nothing at once.

hushed whispers of confessions and quiet giggles as you reminisced on your highschool days. tight hugs when recalling the sad moments and the departure of a certain someone.

“you know, y/n, I think we might just be made for each other,” he said one night. you hummed and looked him in the eyes.

“three am thoughts?”

“three am admissions,” he grins slightly, “I am made for you, and you’re made for me.”

you remember him pulling you closer and kissing your forehead, while you teased, “and what would you need little old me for, so much that I got made?”

he feigns thinking then closes his eyes, burying his face in your shoulder, “grounding me.”

I love you. I really do, but you should know that already, right?

your eyes drift down to the corner of the paper, and that is when you feel your tears start free-falling. there is drawn a chibi satoru besides a chibi you and between them is a heart.

the chibi satoru is giving yours a big smooch, while she laughs. you never thought that the day your jealousy burns would be because of drawings, and drawings of you and your own husband, nonetheless.

“but wow, gojo-sensei is shit at writing letters,” you hear nobara remark.

megumi responds with a small chuckle, “I am fine with mine.”

“what about you, y/n-sensei?—”

the trio becomes silent as you let out a sob. a watery smile makes its way up your face as you kiss the letter gently and murmur, “so shitty.”

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Day 3466 - 13 March 2023

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sorry im dead im practicing fursonas. would you like bird ragbros

📢Spoiler Warning📢

It includes the story and endings from the game.

This comic features additional settings and my own ideas.

In the game, the main character is female; in the manga, I depict the character as genderless.

The characters use a special language, and the dialogue may not be very smooth. I expanded on this in the comic

✤ Had an argument ✤ + ✤ Borrow an umbrella ✤ + ✢ Feeling down ✢

✤ Dance ✤

When facing off against Mr. Scarlet, it feels a bit like battling a boss… but his shattered personality in the end is such a twist, and I really like it 💘

✤ Hug ✤

So could I have some headcannons, (Or whatever you're comfortable with) of Kaeya? Specifically, reader who has the biggest crush on him. Reader occasionally joins Donna for simping over their respective Ragnvindr brother. Not unlike some strange wing woman. I think it would be amusing if Kaeya got wind of these 'sessions'. Fem!Reader is preferred, but do what's comfy for you. - Windwheel Aster Anon

Hi Windwheel Aster Anon! Thanks for the ask, I am so sorry this is so late!

I had a pretty bad day today...but I hope this makes you happy :3 Enjoy!

Everyone in Monstadt knows you have the biggest crush on cavalry captain Kaeya

Sometimes people forget your name and when they’re talking about you, Person A is like ‘Ah, you know who I’m talking about, dontcha? That person who fancies Captain Kaeya? What was their name again? Er…’

And when that doesn’t work, Person B is like, “Oh, the person who stands beside Donna most of the day, right?”

Person A snaps their fingers and is like, “Yeah! That person. So and so.”

But yeah, you are often seen standing beside Donna, daydreaming about yourself and Kaeya

You often imagine him cornering you against a wall and leaning in to kiss you

Thinking about the two of you sitting in the library when the sun is setting over the walls of Mondstadt, trying to learn Hilichurlian language and him chuckling as you go “YAaaa!” and “Ye” and “dada nunuu”

Thinking about cooking with Kaeya and trying out some new recipes and you’ll hold the spoon to him for a taste and if you get some food on your chest, he’ll grab you and lean forwards and lick it off you and -

Yep, your thoughts can also get pretty nsfw at some times too, but mostly sfw

One day, you’re like “Master Kaeya…” with hands cupping your cheeks as you watch your beloved cavalry captain march outside the gates of Mondstadt with the other soldiers. He was going out for an expedition and wouldn’t be expected to return in at least 14 hours. You stare without abandon as he starts ordering the soldiers. “Gosh I can’t stop thinking about him…I hope he stays safe and takes care. I will pray to Barbatos to look over him."

“Moon pie!” squeals Donna.

She’s totally thinking about something else, but whatever.

The two of you are often like this.

The two you, just standing there side by side near the flower stall with not much to do, staring at your crushes as they passed. Diluc isn’t really seen with Kaeya but you still stay with Donna anyway because you have this camaraderie with her

Yep, it was normal

The people of Mondstadt are so used to this common sight where you and Donna chat together about your crushes and eventually Kaeya finds out because of cos he has tonnes of connections and he’s actually really happy that he has an admirer

So he starts noticing that indeed, you’re always there to see him off when he goes on expeditions but you keep your distance

Occasionally, when he walks past he’ll look at you and smirk

Cue ovary explosion

Next day, he gives you a little wave but you squeak and run and hide behind Donna

Ohhhh, you’re shy, Kaeya thinks as he smirks to himself. This is going to be even fun than he thought…

One day, you’re standing with Donna and waiting to see Kaeya but he doesn’t appear and you’re like, “Where is Master Kaeya? He’s not here yet…”

And suddenly you hear this voice to your right saying, “What do you mean?”

“He was supposed to be here…it’s already five minutes past…where is he??”

“Maybe something bad happened to him.”

“No way! Master Kaeya is so strong!”

“Oh?”

“Yeah!” But then you deadpan because you can’t outrule the possibility. “…By the beard of Barbatos! You’re right! What if something bad has happened to him?! I need to find Master Jean! Oh, Master Jeannnn!”

And you take off trying to run but suddenly you are grabbed by the back of the collar and pulled back; you look up and you’re like ACK! Kaeya????!!

There he stands, smirking at you

And he lets go of you and you’re left to stand in front of him, floundering around and looking sheepish. “Er…”

“What’s wrong, little kitten? Weren’t you looking for me just a minute ago? Here I am.”

Taking a step towards you, you take a step backwards.

“Er…” you squeak.

“What’s the matter? Cat got your tongue?” He says with a smirk.

He takes another step forwards and your back hits the wall, shaking as Kaeya looms over you, planting his hand by your head and reaching for your hair with his other hand, twirling some hair between his gloved fingers

You look up and his face is really close to yours; you can see the diamond in his eye. It's beautiful...

“I-I…*squeak*”

Kaeya chuckles as he brings your lock of hair to his lips.

He didn’t mean to make you faint, honestly

47. no one noticed

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al haitham x reader x kaveh SYNOPSIS  kaveh, al haitham and you are close friends and went to the same high school. but after your junior year, you left them and sumeru behind for liyue’s 2 year med school exchange program. now you’re back in sumeru for a class reunion and attending sumeru akademiya.

note : this week's update + end of this act! tysm for sticking around!! no update next week bc school's actually killing me and i need to catch up with my hosa event :') i've been procrastinating too much...