#haikaveh fic
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kaveh snapping at alhaitham for buying another ugly wood carving… except he forgot it was his birthday 👀
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“This looks absolutely nothing like me!” Kaveh snaps at the rough-out Aranara carving that suddenly shows up one morning, looking so blonde and angry.
Alhaitham comes out of his room at this moment and walks over to their common shelf where the architect stands.
Kaveh has a meeting with a particularly frustrating client today and he’s feeling so anxious that he cannot help but snaps at Alhaitham too, “How many times do I have to tell you not to bring ugly wood carvings into our home!?”
Alhaitham looks at Kaveh, his lips tightens. Something unfathomable flashes across his eyes and disappears just as suddenly.
“Do whatever you want with it then,” Alhaitham says finally after an awkward silence. Then he grabs his key from the shelf and turns his back to walk towards the front door without saying another word.
Kaveh looks at him leaving the house in puzzlement. It is not a rare occasion to see the Scribe not bothering to argue with him but Alhaitham never walks away after saying only one sentence before. He looks as if he’s angry or even…pouting? Kaveh is not sure if that word can describe Alhaitham.
Maybe Kaveh did something wrong? He gasps at the thought.
Is it because the smell of the cream soup he made yesterday was too strong? Or maybe it was the fact that the house is now so messy because he’s in the middle of tidying up things? Or maybe he moved or touched some books he wasn’t supposed to?
Kaveh ends up thinking for the whole day. He even spaces out during the client’s meeting and almost drops the model when he tries to present his plan.
He thinks and thinks but nothing comes to his mind. They have been on unusually pretty good terms lately, so he cannot think of something recent that might have made Alhaitham upset.
Kaveh is so deep in thought he almost bumps into Collei on the way home.
“Ah! Sorry!” Kaveh exclaims then realizes who it is, “Collei! I didn’t know you were in town today!”
Somehow, the trainee Forest Ranger looks shocked to see him. She quickly picks up something that fell to the ground when they bumped into each other earlier. Kaveh catches a glimpse of a small green box with yellow ribbon before Collei swiftly hides it behind her back.
“It’s so good to see you! Wanna grab something to eat?” Kaveh asks, ignoring her suspicious behavior. He’s not ready to go home just yet, not when he still hasn’t figured out what he did wrong.
“Uh, sorry I have somewhere to be today,” Collei replies nervously, avoiding to meeting his eyes, “If you will excuse me, I really need to get going.”
Then she takes off before he can say another word.
Kaveh ruffles his hair in confusion. What is going on today?
After wandering around aimlessly for a while, he decides that he has no other place to go except the good old Lambad’s Tavern.
He sits down at a table and orders a drink even though it’s merely 5PM.
“Hey, Kaveh!” Lambad shouts his name from behind the counter, “That one’s on the house! Happy Birthday!”
Oh. Shit.
A realization strikes him like a bolt of lightning.
“How could I forget!” he cries, standing up abruptly, “It is my birthday!”
He tells Lambad that he’ll take a raincheck on that glass of wine before leaving the tavern. Kaveh rushes home as fast as he can and finds Alhaitham standing in front of the shelf with the Aranara carving on one hand and a bag on another.
Alhaitham raises his eyebrows when he sees Kaveh practically flying from the front door.
“No, wait—-“ Kaveh tries to catch his breath, “D-don’t throw that away!”
“Oh?” Alhaitham puts down the Aranara and turns to face the architect. “Seems like you finally remember something.”
“Sorry for what I said this morning,” Kaveh blurts out, “I know it sounds like an excuse but that client’s project kept me frustrated all night and I shouldn’t have taken it on you.”
Alhaitham looks at him silently.
“Alright, alright,” Kaveh puts two hands in the air, “I apologize for calling it ugly.”
The Scribe lets out a chuckle right this second. It is clear that he does not intend put up any fights with Kaveh on his birthday.
Alhaitham hands him the Aranara in question and asks, “Will you also stop calling my other wood carvings ugly?”
“Well, I wouldn’t go that far,” Kaveh replies with a beaming smile. His eyes light up as he takes the wooden figure in his hands.
Alhaitham gives him birthday presents every year but they are usually books or drafting tools. This is the first time Kaveh has received something custom-made. Well, from anyone, really.
“I don’t know what’s gotten into me this morning,” he mumbles, feeling the rough wood under his fingers. “Sure, it looks a bit cruder than that one in your bedroom which I kind of like, but the more you look at it, the mor—- Hey!”
“I changed my mind,” Alhaitham announces with a straight face, the Aranara is now back to his hand. “I’m taking it back.”
Kaveh blinks.
“What did you just say!?” he raises his voice.
“I don’t see any reasons why it should be in the possession of someone who doesn’t appreciate it,” he replies simply while putting the wooden figure in the bag, then starts to walk to the entrance hall.
“How do you know I don’t appreciate it!?” Kaveh follows him, trying so hard not to yell at his back, “This is ridiculous! You just gave it to me literally a second ago!”
That does not make Alhaitham slow down one bit. In the heat of the moment, Kaveh charges at him without thinking.
Next thing he knows, they are both on the floor with Alhaitham being beneath him. He quickly snatches the bag from the Scribe’s hand and sits up.
“Ha!” Kaveh exclaims, raising it in the air in victory. “You cannot walk away from me this time! Don’t you know that it’s rude to take back what you have given!?”
When there isn’t any response, Kaveh glances down, only to see that Alhaitham is covering his face laughing.
Kaveh looks at this scene in disbelief.
“Were you just teasing me!?” he asks with a high-pitched voice, “Oh my god, who are you? What have you done to my Alhaitham?”
“I couldn’t help,” he is still laughing, “You should’ve seen your face.”
It’s extremely rare for Kaveh to see a silly side of Alhaitham, let alone seeing him laughing like this. Kaveh stares dazedly at him, completely forgetting why he was mad in the first place.
“You can have the Aranara,” Alhaitham says with a smile, “Will you get off me now? Although I don’t really mind—-”
Kaveh interrupts this sentence with a cough, just realizing what a dangerous position they are in. He shifts to move out of the way, but at this moment, a small piece of paper falls of the bag and lands on Alhaitham’s chest.
The Scribe’s eyes widen as he moves to reach for it, but Kaveh is quicker.
Seeing what’s on there, he is speechless.
Alhaitham covers his face again, but his ears are turning visibly red. The worse thing is, Kaveh can also feel his face burning too.
“You carved this,” he asks softly, “for me?”
After a while, Alhaitham admits with a sigh, “Yes.”
Kaveh is dumbfounded. He assumed that it was merely a commission. Never has he ever thought Alhaitham would go that far to do something like this for him.
“That’s why you’ve been coming home late for the past week!” Kaveh just remembers how unusual it was when he said that he needed to work overtime.
“You knowing this wasn’t part of the plan, I was too careless.” he says flatly and decides to pull himself up, unintentionally getting closer to Kaveh. “Now it’s good time for you to forget you have seen that workshop receipt.”
“Nuh-uh,” Kaveh pokes his chest, “This Aranara is now worth a million mora to me.”
“You have just burdened yourself with a new enormous debt then” Alhaitham teases.
“Hey!”
“I think wood craving has grown on me.” Alhaitham smiles, “So I’m afraid you’ll have to put up with these ugly figurines for now.”
“Come on, they are not that ugly,” Kaveh chuckles, “But we do need to set up a proper corner for them so they don’t disrupt the current aesthetic.”
The Scribe can’t help but roll his eyes at this comment.
“Seriously though, thank you” Kaveh softly touches his shoulder and looks directly into his eyes, “It’s the first time someone did something so special for me. I will always treasure it.”
The Scribe stares back at him and without a warning, Alhaitham pulls him into his arms and whispers to his hair, “Happy Birthday, Kaveh.”
After that, Collei, along with Cyno and Tighnari, burst open their front door right when they are still hugging in the hallway. Kaveh’s face turns as red as a tomato as Alhaitham helps him up on his feet.
The night cannot be more perfect. The house is filled with the smell of good food, laughers and joy. His most favorite dishes are laid out on the table and the gifts are waiting for him to open. Wine never tastes better and even Cyno’s jokes are funnier than usual.
Kaveh watches as everyone starts to eat and cheerfully discuss about what games they are going to play tonight. His heart aches a bit thinking of how much he does not want to ever lose this; his friends, his happiness, his home.
And when his eyes accidentally meet with Alhaitham’s, he cannot help but wonder, would things turn out differently if he hadn’t met the Scribe at the tavern that night where he had taken Kaveh in?
He tries harder now to stay happy, to actually listen to some of Alhaitham’s advice, the sensible ones at least.
“Don’t burden yourself with something unnecessary from the past and from the future”, he would say.
So instead of dwelling on the past regrets and unknown future, Kaveh thinks he is ready now to find comfort in the present happiness.
(END)
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Alhaitham & Kaveh House Plan Headcanon
I drew this specifically for the fic I'm writing! This is what I imagine the layout of their house to look like when I talk about rooms that aren't in the actual in-game model.
I don't have any experience with drawing actual blue prints but I tried to make it as proportionate as possible. Kaveh would be proud (I think HAHAHA)
If you're not here from my fic and are curious about it, here's the link on ao3! It's mostly angst and hurt/comfort so if you do check it out, please make sure to read over the tags carefully.
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What you get: Physically and emotionally hurt Alhaitham, my rendition of Alhaitham coping with his grandmother's demise and his Akademiya breakup with Kaveh
What I get: Validation and a place to vividly indulge in all the scenarios I've imagined for these two
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to all the time we played a part in each other's lives (heart to heart)
Rating: Teens & up
Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply
Category: F/F
Fandom: Genshin Impact (Video Game)
Relationship: Alhaitham/Kaveh (Genshin Impact)
Characters: Alhaitham (Genshin Impact), Kaveh (Genshin Impact).
Additional Tags: Set in Canonverse, Canon Divergence, Genderbending, Female Alhaitham, Female Kaveh, Hurt/Comfort, Fluff and Angst, Birthday, Akademiya Days, Fall Out, Valentine's Day, Home, Anniversary, Growing Old Together, Slice of Life, Domestic Bliss, Developing Relationship, Friends to Ex-friends who still have a crush on each other to Lovers, and they were ROOMMATES, Autistic Alhaitham, Kaveh has ADHD, Non-chronological
words: ~ 1k words per prompt
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#haikaveh#kavetham#fem haikaveh#fem kavetham#alhaitham#kaveh#haikaveh fic#kavetham fic#genshin impact#windyxiao#ao3#my writing
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I'm here.
Alhaitham x Kaveh
warnings: mentions of disassociation, blood, cursing, nudity (?)
word count: 3.4k~
a/n: written in a 3rd person pov w/ a focus on alhaitham and his thoughts – i preferred this approach much more than 1st person pov, much more can be said and added with the way i wrote it. there’s a switch in the middle for a few paragraphs to kaveh’s pov (still 3rd person tho) marked with green, the switch back to alhaitham’s pov (3rd person) marked with blue. not beta read we pray to nahida, can be read whether you choose to view them as a couple/friends/companions/whatever you want any way works, i enjoy the uncommon way their relationship works without the typical romantic stuff <2
description: “who did this to you” trope (not the way one would probably assume), hurt/comfort (except they DIDN’T HURT EACH OTHER, they ended up hurt and therefore COMFORT each other), fluff at the end
he got into a fight. a group of eremites planned an attack catching him unprepared, surprised. they got quite a bit of the punches in, he managed to defend himself but was mainly outnumbered. his injuries weren’t that bad, and he had no reason to cover up any of it. his hand still moves to his grey hair, while he walks home switching the bangs to cover the bruised side of his face. frustration fills him as he can't justify to himself why he is then covering it up; the red-purpleish eye, the cut on his cheekbone. with a soft sigh Alhaitham walks into his home.
the melodic voice pierces his noise-canceling pieces, his roommate complaining immediately about something easily resolved.
„... which resulted in me actually doing the work and helping the student and they-“ Kaveh stopped in front of him, mid-sentence, his eyes focused on his face. Alhaitham feels a shiver down his spine, fear? no, why would he feel fear? he is fine.
„you were saying, and they?“ he continues, to nudge Kaveh to continue his sentence.
„what is up with your hair, Alhaitham?“ Kaveh steps closer, his eyes staring, almost like he was digging around, scanning every detail.
„can I not change my appearance?“ maintaining the same unamused tone Alhaitham provides a counterargument.
not a beat after, “it is unlike you to change anything“ and a small frown on the blond's face.
Alhaitham sighs, and gestures with his hand, “you were saying, about the student..?“. he is doing his best to hold himself up normally, to appear like he isn’t in pain, and to give Kaveh attention so he can be unbothered in his room for at least the rest of the day. he doesn’t want him to worry.
„Kaveh, it is nothing of matter- a few eremites, there were more of them… they caught me off guard, I'm fine.“
Kaveh nods and starts talking about his interaction not even paying attention to Alhaitham, his eyes moving around the room as he talks and complains until one specific glance at Alhaitham's face makes him stop.
„Alhaitham, you're hurt. you- you're bleeding“ Kaveh moves closer, Alhaitham raises a hand over his hair in an attempt to hide any sign of injury and tries to play it off as a gesture. The blond doesn't buy it, wrapping his hand around the younger's wrist and moving it away. Kaveh's eyes calm, the red matching the anger starting to bubble inside him, and it is scary, he does usually get frustrated and loud, but angry? A terrifying sight, when a kind man is angry.
Alhaitham gulps at the sight of a calm, collected... dear Archons, quiet Kaveh.
„who. who did this to you?“ his voice slightly quieter than normal, he steps closer, his hand moving the hair out of Alhaitham's face and staring at the fresh bruise. “I'll kill them. Who touched you-“ his voice shaking with rage, worry, sadness.
„are you?“ Kaveh quickly sees through the façade he put down, Kaveh’s eyes drop down to the way his arm is embracing his own side like one would do if they were punched there, or kicked.
Alhaitham opens his mouth to reassure him that he is indeed fine but Kaveh cuts him off. “don't lie to me.“
continuing to press this lie would be pointless so he just falls silent. Alhaitham pulls Kaveh into his chest with the hand that is still in Kaveh's grip. it isn't a full hug, or maybe it is. with the sort of free hand- he was using it to soothe his own pain, he brings him closer by resting it on Kaveh's back.
„I will be fine“ he mumbles, his words met with silence. Alhaitham finds himself thinking, is Kaveh crying? why the silence? no, he isn't crying, he is completely still.
„let's get you patched up-“„I'm fine- I have taken care of it-“„-and put something cold over the bruise and you should go rest“ there is a certain silence in the air beneath his words. the way his voice flows along the air and the sound evaporates like smoke. message between the lines, he knows him, why is he having trouble decoding it? perhaps the words between the lines aren’t meant for him.
the architect's hands are gentle and steady while they press the soft cotton onto his cheek, the cold towel soothing the bruised eye. his lips pursed, focused on his movements making sure to not provide Alhaitham any more pain.
Kaveh spent the remainder of the day, afternoon and evening included, taking care of Alhaitham's injuries, which weren't major, but enough to make him worry, to make him fill with questions. he did ask those questions along the way and loudly express his worries to which Alhaitham didn't make many comments or provide too many answers than what he had already given.
hence when the night came and both of them went to their respective rooms, Kaveh laid awake in his bed. the idea that Alhaitham could be attacked again, especially due to his current high-ranking position as the acting grand sage, dug around his mind. his thoughts of hopeless worry and helplessness turning into laser focus on making sure he is safe, probably in the most destructive way possible; by going out and taking care of it himself.
hyper fixated on only that, he organized what little information he had of the whole situation in his head and headed out, purposely leaving Mehrak behind.
the doors open, making Alhaitham look up for a second, he knows it's his roommate- but he does a double take, his eyes widening and freezing on Kaveh. Kaveh walks further in, his hands, arms - the white puffy sleeves covered in blood. the tips of his blond golden hair dyed a dark shade of red, his face splattered with drops the same shade as his eyes. his body language suggests he is uninjured, and there is a sound. like something is dragged on the ground. the large claymore weapon, which is still in Kaveh's hand comes into his sight.
he informed Cyno of the attack from the day by talking to some of the younger matra who were on his way, informing them of the urgency, and letting them know where he assumed their base was. without waiting for anyone or any feedback he made his way to said location. after confirming they were the ones who attacked Alhaitham... he attacked on sight.
lifting the heavy weapon like it was light as air, not caring for his muscles burning in pain, he knew how to wield it. along with using his vision, he fought quite a few of them, getting hit occasionally but much less than one may think, creating slashes, and getting covered in blood. no one dropped dead yet when the matra showed up, taking them all in and away. they thanked Kaveh for the information and while Cyno was busy scanning around the area and conversing Kaveh left. his job, his goal, finished. the price to achieve it, in the way he wanted to achieve it, was too high.
he walked slowly back home, dragging the weapon on the ground as he did. he walked for hours, his head empty, with no thoughts. Alhaitham was now safe and that was all that mattered. not feeling the pain in his body, not actually. the dryness of his throat, the bruises he sustained, the ache in his wrists. the way he looked like he had just slaughtered a boar or a sumpter beast. the way he has yet to realize the dire consequences and the toll it takes on one's mind when you do such things. when you... turn off everything except the one goal.
any hi's, hello's falling onto deaf ears, or comments on his appearance while he walked through Sumeru city. any worried, scared expressions unnoticed by his eyes. his body but a mere shell as he approaches the door of his home. unknown to him it was already past noon the following day, and quite a bit of time had passed.
Alhaitham is horrified, worried, and aware that this is a moment where he has to try his best to communicate the best he can - because Kaveh looks like... that. what could’ve possibly happened, possible outcomes run through his mind. he continues observing him, the way his eyes are focused on the floor, the fact he didn't bring Mehrak wherever he went. speechless for a few moments as he puts down the book and slowly stands up, patiently finding the right words to say. meanwhile, Kaveh gently leans the claymore onto the wall, his movements mechanical, and automatic, after which he straightens his back and notices Alhaitham. his eyes turning brighter at the sight and approaching him, behaving as if he looks completely normal.
„Alhaitham- don't worry, you're safe now, no one will hurt you ever again- they-they wouldn't, would not dare touch you“ his voice is full of emotion, shaking, showing flashes of anger, pain, relief, stumbling over his words as he approaches the taller man. he sounds almost delirious.
„Kaveh, what happened? are you okay?“ his voice calm, stern. he holds his tongue to not ask, what did you do?
„yes-,“ he waves his hand gesturing like it is nothing “of course, I'm fine“ he chuckles between his words “and nothing happened, I took care of those people that jumped you- well I-“ he stops, sighs, “the matra came quickly, you need not worry, I have not turned into a criminal on your account.“ he laughs dryly.
beat. a feeling of relief, murder sits heavy on the mind, it is good the matra came. Alhaitham nods to himself. he reaches with his hand, hovering above Kaveh's cheek, and lets it fall back. the way Kaveh didn't even react to that tells him enough, the architect is not fully here, perhaps dissociated or he was hyper focused on what he wanted to get done. he isn't facing reality, or rather he isn’t completely in reality at this moment. and if he is hurt he probably can't even feel it, can’t acknowledge it. no words Alhaitham would say right now to scold him, lecture him, or express worry would not reach him actually. he attempts to settle on other ways.
„you do realize how you look right now?“ Alhaitham can't help himself trying his normal way of talking, which fails immediately- his earlier conclusion on Kaveh's mental state at the moment proves itself accurate as the blond nods and speaks the same thing again, “you're safe, I- I took care of it“
...other ways it is. the underlying worry about him being injured still lies but at this moment, anything his roommate would say would be unreliable. “let's...“ he reaches with his hand towards his. “let's get you cleaned up“ Kaveh just shuts down, allowing Alhaitham to lead him to the bathroom, he stays silent, fully on ‘autopilot’.
with simple instructions he leads him in. “your clothes are dirty, take them off, we will wash them later.“ in his monotone voice he instructs.
a line which would be flustering at least, no matter the situation, now it provides not even a blush from the shorter man. he takes off the white blouse, which Alhaitham immediately places in a bowl filled with cold water, and does the same with the remaining clothing pieces. Kaveh sits down in an empty tub and Alhaitham gently washes the blood out of his hair, he notices from Kaveh's body language that he is slowly coming back to reality. with a cloth he gently scrubs down the blood from his arms while silently praying to lesser lord Kusanali that he doesn't have any cuts or wounds there. as if she had answered his prayers, Kaveh’s arms are only covered with the occasional light bruise.
after the only running water turns clear, with no sign of blood, he turns the water to fill the tub. allowing himself to place a hand on his forehead, his mind fills with worry and regret closing his eyes for a moment, his gaze moves to Kaveh who is staring at a dot on the wall across from him. the warm water fills the tub and Alhaitham speaks, but only in the basic words, instructive kind, keeping his thoughts still to himself, “the warm water will soothe you, you should stay inside the tub for half an hour at least.“ a nod. a positive sign in his mind, he stays sitting on the ground, observing the older man. Kaveh's eyes fall to the water, his voice comes out shaky, quiet, “A- Alhaitham?“
„I'm here“ he responds in his normal tone, he notices Kaveh's distress, his hand moving under the water, caressing the older's back. “I'm here“ he repeats himself, his tone a tad softer this time.
Kaveh turns his head to Alhaitham, his eyes filling with tears, “I-I-“
„you're in distress right now, you don't have to force yourself to speak“ to which Kaveh nods, but he is trembling slightly as if he is about to have a panic attack, Alhaitham notices that and makes a quick decision, moving to gently kiss his golden hair. “I'm here“ he whispers, offering a moment of comfort while he quickly strips himself of his clothes and goes into the tub, sitting behind him. his arms pull Kaveh into his chest, so he leans backward on him. Alhaitham whispers once more, his lips next to the older's head “I'm here.“
time seamlessly flows by, until Kaveh's breathing calms down to match Alhaitham's. the water stays warm, and Alhaitham would sit there with him as long as his senior needed, nothing else would matter. Kaveh then softly starts telling what happened, or what he believes is important at that moment.
„please, don't ever do that again- and, no, I do not care about those people, I am talking about you, do not bring yourself in such danger again, not for my sake at least, or anyone's for that matter.“ Alhaitham scolds the man in his arms.
„I'm not- I'm not a violent person, I just...“ falling quiet for a moment. “I don't mind self-defense- I just- I couldn't bear the thought of you being in danger... It had to be by my hands, not with Mehrak- and I, I probably sprained my wrist-“ his words made Alhaitham's eyes fall to his wrist, scanning it for any injury, moving to gently grasp it, hold it, ever so softly.“-and, I know why... for some... fucking reason I blame myself for not being able to keep one fucking person safe“ there's a heaviness in the way he says ‘one fucking person’, Alhaitham can sense the incomplete version of it hovering. one fucking person I care about, the most? his voice fills with anger at himself and Alhaitham already mentally prepares his words but Kaveh says the lesson he wanted to carry over, “tho it has no relation to me and I'm not guilty for it and therefore shouldn't have punished myself for it by using the claymore by hand.“
he shakes his head. “and I probably look like a wet rat now“ typically in Kaveh fashion he also adds a complaint or something rather unimportant and, if you ask Alhaitham, completely untrue. to maybe make Kaveh laugh, or even crack a smile, he plays along his line “eh, so do I, especially with the gray hair“ he dryly laughs. Kaveh turns his head to look at Alhaitham and sighs, “well that is no consolation, you look handsome as ever.“ which makes Alhaitham chuckle, his chest lightly rumbling under Kaveh's back.
Alhaitham of course doesn't allow such slander against his roommate, even if it comes from the roommate himself, grabbing his chin to make him face him once more for a moment, “and you look as beautiful as ever, as radiant as the sun.“ Alhaitham could ramble on and on about Kaveh's beauty, and how he must be a descendant of the goddess of flowers because he is so ethereal, yet his looks are what he cares about the least. thus, he sees little point in it. he has much more appreciation for his personality, intellect, habits, behavior, kindness, loyalty, etc. those things you can't buy. the moment is short and unnecessary in his opinion, yet Kaveh's eyes turn a shade brighter, appreciating the comment, but his head turns to the front and he leans his head back onto Alhaitham's collarbone.
„of course, I wouldn't, I wouldn't be so foolish.“ Alhaitham is quick to answer, to which Kaveh scoffs, “I'd get them to proper punishment from the matra, and be more careful towards my injuries, or get them to be judged in front of our archon.“
„that means I should never bring myself in danger then, Alhaitham.“ he points out a fault in his sentence, to which Alhaitham nods, a small smile playing on his lips, which Kaveh cannot see. “I'll try my best not to then.“ Kaveh adds, earning a nod from Alhaitham.
„you also don't understand- you wouldn't do it for me“ Kaveh turns the conversation back to the middle of the topic, an underlying tone suggests he is upset.
after a moment of silence, “I wouldn't do what you did.“ he says a bit quieter the following, in that moment, the warmth of the water, Kaveh's body against his, his tired mind, he can't bite his tongue to the next words “I would do much... much worse.“ his mind forces him to imagine Kaveh getting hurt, just the thought of someone daring or even thinking about hurting his comfort person, his roommate, his senior, his... everything... anger, rage flashes, his words whispered “I'd kill them.“ and in that moment, those are true words. he'd kill them in cold blood and never blink an eye for it until the rest of his life. it would be as natural and as justified to him as killing an ant in the kitchen is.
Kaveh moves his hand to Alhaitham's, which was beside Kaveh's thigh, he takes it in his own under the water and gives it a reassuring squeeze. “no one is harming me, I'm okay.“
Alhaitham nods, “I know“ he kisses Kaveh's temple, “the biggest threat to you is you, yourself“ making Kaveh laugh self-deprecatingly.
time passes, with comforting silence, and eventually, Alhaitham massages Kaveh's scalp with a mint soap bar, proving to be a soothing, simple moment for the both of them. they both dislike any sweet scents, mint being the only scented one amongst their shared products.
after the bath, the drying up, the clean clothes, pajamas, Alhaitham is escorting, that is what he told himself - in all actuality he is following, Kaveh to his room. promptly also moving into the blond's bed, nuzzling his head into the still slightly damp golden locks.
a silence falls over the bedroom upon which Alhaitham would've thought Kaveh fell asleep if it were not for the pattern of his breathing which gave away his state of consciousness.
„I..“ Alhaitham begins, “I care about you too much for this to happen to us, let's“ he exhales, “let's try communicating better“ which makes Kaveh chuckle, “you suck at communicating well enough.“
„I am excellent at it“ Kaveh raises an eyebrow to that statement. “oh, are you now? well-“ he decides to not go along his usual route of this conversation, he sighs softly, pausing for a moment as he changes the trajectory of his thoughts “we have different ways of communication, and 90% of them perfectly match which is not visible or even typical with any normal people, we... for fucks sake the fact that we write notes in an ancient language would be the prime example. but in those 10%...“ he sighs, and Alhaitham continues instead of him, “we differ to the point we hurt each other.“
in a hushed voice he says, “I care about you.. a lot. I am... I am failing to find words for the things I wish to say, except I just care.“
Alhaitham smiles, Kaveh grumbles a bit more and he listens. all is well.
Kaveh turns to face him in the dark bedroom, heads next to each other to the point they can feel each other's breath. “it is painfully obvious that I also care. I guess we should show it to each other, to remind ourselves, in more... mundane ways.“
Alhaitham closes his eyes, moving closer, his arm moving to rest on Kaveh's waist, his head resting in the crook of his neck, “agreed. you can start by doing the dishes in the morning.“ the soft quiet moment sliced by a high pitched whisper which makes him chuckle, “hey! I did them just the other day- it is your turn!“
they will be fine.
#genshin impact#kaveh#alhaitham#kavetham#haikaveh#alhaitham x kaveh#kaveh fluff#alhaitham fluff#kaveh angst#alhaitham angst#haikaveh fic#kavetham fic#kaveh writing#alhaitham writing#kaveh genshin impact#alhaitham genshin impact#hurt/comfort#genshin
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“kaveh had never thought something like love could reside in a set of matching house keys and the battered, triumphant grin of a toy lion.”
drew this lil doodle for my haikaveh fic, ‘you’re my vice, you’re my muse’
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some haikaveh modern fake dating au anyone?
#haikaveh#haikaveh fic#kavetham#genshin impact#genshin impact fic#genshin au#my writing#kaveh#alhaitham#idk how to tag this so people will see it#please reblog for me pleeeease
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it's been almost a year since I started brainstorming this fic with y'all, but here it is!! reblogs appreciated ♡
─── When Fantasy Alights ⟢
An AU where peri Kaveh accidentally gets caught up in the moment and promises eternity to last magus of Sumeru — who is also the most annoying man he knows.
🔗 https://archiveofourown.org/works/53712511/chapters/135969544#main
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Alhaitham would say it's enough just having Kaveh by his side. He didn't need to date him. He didn't need to love Kaveh. Right ?? What even is love, that he doesn't know.
But he likes touching Kaveh. He likes how his hands perfectly cups Kaveh's waist. He likes how flustered Kaveh gets when he kisses his neck. He likes it when Kaveh clings to him in bed. He doesn't like the idea of Kaveh blushing for someone else. He doesn't like that he'd have someone see this side of Kaveh that only he sees. How beautiful Kaveh is looking at him blushing. How beautiful Kaveh looked even when he's mad.
He loves touching Kaveh. He loves how perfectly his hands perfectly cups Kaveh's waist. Is this love ???? He doesn't know. But what he does know is he'd never let Kaveh go.
#genshin impact#shitpost#genshin#kaveh#alhaitham#haikaveh#alhaitham x kaveh#haikaveh fic#haikaveh fluff
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here have a fic i wrote while sick and kinda out of it LMAO pumping out these fics before all the new hoyo stuff drops in hsr and genshin
Rating: Teen and up audiences
Archive warning: No archive warnings apply
Category: M/M
Fandom: 原神 | Genshin Impact (Video Game)
Relationships: Alhaitham/Kaveh (Genshin Impact)
Characters: Alhaitham (Genshin Impact), Kaveh (Genshin Impact)
Additional tags: Hurt/Comfort, Fluff, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Angst with a Happy Ending, Established Relationship, theyre dating but theyre new, Alhaitham is Soft for Kaveh (Genshin Impact), Soft Alhaitham/Kaveh (Genshin Impact), kaveh cries a lot im SORRY, Cuddling & Snuggling, Hair Brushing, No beta we die like signora
Language: English
Summary:
“You look beautiful, Kaveh,” Alhaitham smiled.
Kaveh scoffed, ignoring his red face, “I look terrible. I didn’t take my makeup off before my shower and now it’s smudged, and my eyebags have never been worse.”
“I like you like this. Like the stained glass in the Akademiya.”
OR
Kaveh has a terrible week and breaks down, Alhaitham brushes his hair
#this was an idea i had foreverrr ago#kitty writes#ao3#genshin impact#haikaveh#kavetham#haikaveh fic#kavetham fic#genshin impact fic
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Having you like this is enough (or is it?)
As a scholar, Alhaitham knows a lot of words. But it's not a reason for him to know how to use them, especially when it comes to Kaveh.
-Alhaitham and Kaveh dream of each other, and say the things they won't say while awake-
Audience : General
Word Count : ~4,700
Ship : Alhaitham/Kaveh
#it is here!!#peep writes#fanfics#kaveh#alhaitham#genshin impact#haikaveh#kavetham#genshin impact fanfics#genshin alhaitham#genshin impact alhaitham#genshin kaveh#genshin impact kaveh#haikaveh fic#kavetham fic#genshin impact fic
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Chapters: 2/2
Fandom: 原神 | Genshin Impact (Video Game)
Rating: Mature
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Alhaitham/Kaveh (Genshin Impact)
Characters: Kaveh (Genshin Impact), Alhaitham (Genshin Impact)
Additional Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Light Angst, They're not together, but they're also not Not together, A secret third thing, acts of service, soup as a love language, Idiots in Love, Caring Alhaitham (Genshin Impact), Oblivious Kaveh (Genshin Impact), Sharing a Bed, Getting Together, Autistic Alhaitham (Genshin Impact), Implied Sexual Content, Fluff
Summary:
Kaveh has no idea what to do with this silent, compliant Alhaitham. If anything, he knows for sure that a compliant Alhaitham for no apparent self-beneficial reason is a fundamentally wrong Alhaitham. And that by itself is enough cause for worry.
or: Alhaitham doesn't know how to conventionally comfort people, and Kaveh can't recognize when he's being cared for.
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Just posted the last chapter for part 2 of my ongoing haikaveh fic series!
Check out the fic here-
#haikaveh#just very soft domestic vibes#slow burn if you consider part one#haikaveh fic#haikaveh fanfic#genshin fanfic#fanfiction#alhaitham#kaveh
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new hkvh fanfic 🌱🏛
Update: COMPLETED!
Title: Petrichor
Fandom: Genshin Impact
Rating: Mature
Chapters: 1/2
Length: 11,482 words
Main Ship: Alhaitham/Kaveh
Supporting Ships: Cyno/Tighnari
Characters: Alhaitham, Kaveh, Cyno, Tighnari, Nilou, Venti, Zhongli, Faruzan, Xingqiu, Fischl, Kazuha, Yunjin, Yae Miko
Tags: Major Character Death, Dark Academia, University/College AU, Poetry Club, and they were roommates, Not So Secret Mutual Pining, Alhaitham is Down Bad, Raining Season in Sumeru, Oblivious Alhaitham, Oblivious Kaveh, Other Additional Tags to be added, 2nd chapter will be super angsty, future Major Character Death, Autistic Alhaitham
Language: English
Summary:
"Even in dim, warm candle's light,
I can't not feel your shine, so bright,
Our interactions a private lingo.
Asleep, as you lay here at night,
I guard thee dutifully, as a knight."
Alhaitham has been infatuated with his roommate Kaveh for years, but when they argue about poetry, he simply cannot agree that 'language is art'. So naturally, he tags along to the Poetry Club at the Akademiya and accidentally finds himself a new hobby that helps him express his feelings and thoughts more clearly.
Read on AO3
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Fandom: Genshin Impact
Relationships: Alhaitham/Kaveh
Rating: Mature/Explicit
Summary:
“There will come a day, Kaveh,” calloused hands were reaching for him again, Alhaitham’s voice a low husk, deep and sultry as it curled around the words. “When I will take you rough and hard, when I will fuck you against every available surface of this house, as I’ve wanted to for months.”
Kaveh shuddered in place, the hands divesting him off his undergarments helping very little with keeping his composure, the heated skin-contact making his breath catch and stall.
“In the shower,” Alhaitham rasped against his cheek. “Against the wall, over our table, next to the vase you find so hideous.” Kaveh made a choked noise at that, hands fluttering over Alhaitham chest before landing on toned arms, desperate to hold on to anything at this point.
“But today,” Alhaitham promised, the deep timber causing shivers to run down Kaveh’s spine. “Today, I’ll take my time with you. Take you apart slowly, meticulously. Spread you wide on my fingers, make you come again and again, and watch as you fall apart.”
#haikaveh#kavetham#alhaitham#kaveh#genshin impact#genshin kaveh#genshin alhaitham#my writing#genshin fanfic#haikaveh fanfic#haikaveh fic
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to dream of the desert; to fall with the flowers
Chapter 2/5
Pairing: Alhaitham/Kaveh
Summary:
In the last few days of his Acting Grand Sage tenure, Alhaitham receives a plea for help from the Matra- Deep within the Ashavan realm lies a cursed patch of forest, a place swallowed by an unnatural silence. For three long days, no one who entered has ever returned.
Driven by curiosity over his recent haunting dreams, Alhaitham embarks on a perilous journey into the heart of the forest to find the truth, where he'd face not only the dangers of the unknown, but also the specters of his own regrets, both from this life and a past life shrouded in mystery.
In the vortex of his dreams, Alhaitham will find not just answers, but a destiny he never knew existed.
Read it here
#haikaveh#haikaveh fic#alhaitham#kaveh#king deshret and goddess of flowers reincarnation#genshin impact
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