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zweigsons · 2 years ago

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bloom for me

al haitham x m!reader x kaveh smut

summary: they just won't stop arguing! that is, until kaveh proposes a way you could get them to shut up

warnings: nsfw, filthy self indulgent writing, the slightest pain kink ever

a/n: this is sooooo self indulgent even tho i wrote it for a friend (hai mika ^_^) i hope u like it LMFAO

word count: 4168

You were so fucking tired of your two friends arguing over you. You were sat right in the middle of Kaveh and Al Haitham and they were just acting like you weren’t there.

You had finally had enough. You groaned, slapping the bar with both hands and exclaiming, “Stop it!”

Both of them silenced, looking at you instead of each other. “What on earth can I do to make you stop fighting?” You asked with a pout.

You looked at Kaveh who shared a look that could only be described as down right mischievous with Al Haitham. “I think I might have an idea.”

You turned to Al Haitham who now had a small smile creeping onto his face. “I think I get what Kaveh is saying. For once I agree with him.”

You sighed, exasperated, “Archons, will you just tell me what you’re thinking?”

“You know… a lot of me and Haitham’s fights at home have been about you,” Kaveh said with a grin, placing his hand onto your knee and then sliding it up your thigh in an agonizingly slow pace.

You laughed, rolling your eyes. “Be serious, Kaveh. You can’t possibly be thinking of doing that with me.”

You turned to Al Haitham to confirm your words but he just raised his eyebrows in amusement and shrugged. “It wouldn’t be a bad idea. And, he’s right. We both want you.” He murmured the last part into your ear, his deep voice sending a tingling sensation down your spine.

You definitely weren’t listening to your rationale because you dipped your head in a small nod. “Okay. You guys want to spend the night with me, correct?”

Kaveh laughed, “You make it sound as if we’ll be sleeping. I, for one, have no intentions of getting any sleep.” He pushed his face into you, nipping at the flesh of your neck.

You squeaked in surprise, flinching at his soft bite. “Kaveh… we’re in public.”

Al Haitham laughed, enjoying the sight in front of him. “Do you think he cares? See, one thing about Kaveh is that he really, really likes doing things in public.”

Oh. You were caught between a very strange lover’s quarrel.

You wanted to tease Al Haitham in some way, wanted to ask him how he knew that, but Kaveh was kissing your neck and, oh, Archons, you weren’t about to stop him.

“Then– ah! Let’s get out of here, please, I don’t want you to do this to me here,” Your voice pitched up into a whine and finally Kaveh let up off of your neck. You brought your hand up to where he had practically attacked you, letting your finger touch the hickey he had left.

Al Haitham’s eyes drifted down, “You sure you can walk out of here like this?”

You hit him on the shoulder in embarrassment, wiggling your hips to satiate the desire that was building between your legs.

“Let’s get you out of here, then.” Kaveh suddenly stood up, grabbing you off of the barstool and throwing you over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes.

You truly had no clue how weak you were against these two men. Al Haitham paid off the night’s tab and Kaveh carried you out of the bar.

As Kaveh brought you inside of him and Al Haitham’s apartment, he finally let you down only to push you up against the door, kissing you.

You flinched as he licked at your lips and you parted them softly, feeling his tongue against yours. Your eyes briefly flitted over to Al Haitham who was leaning against the wall and watching you with an intent gaze.

You felt yourself flush under that jade stare, but Kaveh pulled away with a soft pout. “Pay attention to me, babe.”

You grumbled a little, feeling your face flush deeper. “You’re kind of a brat.”

He grinned before pressing his mouth into your neck. “Yeah, but you still wanna fuck me.”

You huffed, letting him kiss your neck again and you whined as he bit you.

You heard Al Haitham scoff, and despite Kaveh’s request, you tore your gaze away from Kaveh and over to the other. “You can be a little greedy, too,” You said, reaching a hand over to him.

He tried to act like he didn’t want to, but you knew better than that. “Haitham,” You said sweetly, and that seemed to be enough.

He strode over to you and pushed Kaveh out of the way. Kaveh huffed, “Asshole.”

“You were taking too long.”

He scooped you up, carrying you bridal style into his bedroom. He placed you carefully on the bed as if you were something fragile.

Kaveh followed, sitting on the edge of the bed and watching keenly as Al Haitham began to kiss you. He pulled you into his lap and you straddled it so easily, like you were made to be in this exact position on him.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, whining into his mouth as he kissed you. You were enjoying being kissed, sure, but you wanted more.

You truly had no idea that you were grinding your hips into him until Kaveh came up behind you, placing his hands on your waist. “Someone’s needy,” He murmured into your ear.

You pulled away from Al Haitham to tilt your head back and into Kaveh’s chest. You looked up at him, blinking. “Just keep kissing him, I’ll take care of you back here,” He said, beginning to slide cool hands into your pants.

You lifted your hips off of Al Haitham’s lap, letting Kaveh slide your pants and underwear down. You were expecting him to get lube, or use his spit, or something, but instead, he sank down and spread you apart, starting to lick at your hole.

You gasped, your arms tightening around Al Haitham. “Ka–Kaveh..!” You moaned, burying your head into the man who you were holding’s neck.

“Archons, Kaveh, be a little less forward. I doubt he’s ever been eaten out,” Al Haitham chided, but Kaveh just hummed. The vibrations went all through you and you moaned again, the sweet sound just slipping out of you.

Kaveh pulled away, “I think he likes it.”

You felt a little disappointed, wanting him to continue. “I did,” You said softly, it might’ve been too soft to reach Kaveh’s ears.

Al Haitham chuckled a little, reaching his hand down to grasp firmly at your ass before giving it a light smack.

You gasped in surprise and you hated the way your cock twitched at the slight pain.

“You like that?” He asked, nipping at your ear.

You screwed your eyes shut and nodded. He took note of this and gave you a firm smack once more. A needy moan left you and you found yourself rutting your hips into the air, begging to be fucked by one of them (or even, impossibly, both of them).

“Haitham. Lube,” Kaveh snapped his fingers towards the nightstand. Al Haitham rolled his eyes but complied nonetheless.

He handed the lube over to Kaveh who enthusiastically uncapped it. He dripped some over your ass and you groaned at the temperature. “Archons, Kaveh, that’s enough,” You moaned.

Kaveh hummed, “Are you sure? I wanna see you take both of us.”

There it was. That stupid fantasy that you had entertained at least once before you knew all this would be happening. You flushed and buried your head into Al Haitham’s neck, embarrassment filling you to your core. “Are you okay?” The scholar’s voice was soft and almost prying.

You nodded letting out a soft huff. You supposed you were in no position to be catty about things. “I’ve thought about this before. You. Kaveh. Doing this,” You admitted, nibbling on your bottom lip.

You heard Kaveh exhale in excitement and you watched as the bottle of lube got tossed to the side. “Well, all the more reason to prep you to the best of my abilities,” He said in that stupid, smart-ass tone of voice.

You would’ve said something back if it weren’t for the fact that he shoved three of his fingers deep inside of you. You hissed in pleasure, going back to hiding your face.

Al Haitham put his hands on your jaw, forcing you to look at him. “Look at me. Don’t focus on him too much, I’m right here.”

“Mm– ah, okay,” You replied, barely able to come up with that simple of a reply.

He chuckled, it was rare that you got to see him smile. He tilted your chin more towards him and kissed you again. You weren’t one to refuse him and those soft lips yet that somehow rough touch. Being stimulated from both ends like this was making you tremble and you ended up moaning Kaveh’s name into your other paramour’s mouth.

He didn’t look pleased, exactly. Something primal, something low and jealous came from his throat and he grabbed the lower half of your face. “Who’s right in front of you?”

Kaveh had added another finger by now and you were finding it hard to say something, a wanton haze clouding your mind. “You,” You moaned out as you ground your hips into Kaveh’s hand.

“Say my name,” He commanded.

“Al– fuck– Al Haith-am,” You managed to stammer out without losing too much composure.

A pleased and smug look crossed his face, “That’s right. And, I’ve got a bigger dick than Kaveh.”

Kaveh scoffed, and, much to your displeasure, took his fingers out of you. “That is not true!” He closed the gap between you, pressing his stomach into your back and whispering in your ear, “He’s lying.”

You had your own reservations about whether or not Al Haitham was being truthful, but seeing them quarrel like this, over you was sparking something in you. “Well, you’re obviously biased.” You had lowered your hips, tired from holding them up and were now sitting in Al Haitham’s lap again. “I think I’ll be your middle man, hm? See who’s dick is really the biggest.”

You tapped the top of your head against Kaveh’s chest again. He furrowed his brows together for a moment before scoffing. “Fine.”

Yeah, sitting against Al Haitham like this while he was only half-hard, you knew who was bigger. It’s not like you were one to lead people on, but Kaveh was a completely different story. If you led him on, he would get eager and it was all the more pleasing to see him be disappointed. You were probably a little out of your mind.

You gently slipped off of Al Hatiham’s lap, hands fumbling with his belt buckle. You did your best not to audibly gasp when you pulled his cock out of his pants. He wasn’t even hard all the way! “Kaveh, I think he’s got you beat,” You grinned, giving a sultry look back at him.

Kaveh gave you a slight glare and the idea of him being mad excited you. “You haven't even seen it yet.”

He let out a soft huff, quickly shimmying off his pants in an attempt to please you. In contrast to Al Haitham, Kaveh’s cock was just a few centimeters longer but it was thinner.

You chewed on the inside of your cheek, the back of your mind thinking how stupid it was that you were comparing these two things. “I mean, I’d say you're about the same.” You pushed your hand through your hair and Al Haitham caringly pushed strands away from your face.

“Come on. My dick is obviously longer,” Kaveh said in desperation.

“Yeah, but, Haitham’s is thicker. I bet it would stretch me out real good,” You punctuated your sentence by dragging your finger on the underside of Al Haitham’s cock, causing him to groan softly, covering his lips with his hand.

“I bet you’ll be begging for my cock to be smaller when it’s shoved down your throat,” He murmured, tilting your had back and sliding his hand down your neck.

You let out an excited giggle, “A lot of talk for someone who always seems like he’s compensating.”

“Kaveh. You’re scaring him,” Al Haitham taunted, catching Kaveh’s wrist.

You turned your gaze to Al Haitham, shaking your head and chuckling. “No, he’s not. I can handle it.”

“You sure, bunny?” He dropped Kaveh’s wrist, grabbing yours and kissing your palm.

You definitely weren’t expecting the nickname and tenderness from him. He was so rough earlier, it was an odd switchup. You weren’t complaining, though.

Al Haitham pulled you back into his lap, pulling your shirt off of you. He kissed your collarbone, trailing kisses down your chest and then pushing teeth into your nipples. You gasped, back straightening in surprise. “Hips up again,” Kaveh said, you could hear jealousy under his voice.

You groaned, situating it so that Al Haitham could still kiss your front wherever he wanted and so that Kaveh could play with your ass again.

You were expecting Kaveh to put his fingers back in you but you were greeted with the tip of his cock teasing at your entrance. You whimpered, surprised at the suddenness. “You can’t just go in like that,” You murmured, turning your head to look pleadingly at him.

Kaveh just chuckled, placing his hand at the base of your skull and trailing it down your spine until his thumb started to push at your hole, stretching it open. “I think you can take it.”

You bit your lip, whining. “He rushes, I know. Always so bratty, begging to be fucked,” Al Haitham commented, nipping at your chest.

You briefly imagined Al Haitham fucking roughly into Kaveh, something angry yet loving. “I wouldn’t put it past him,” You purred.

Al Haitham chuckled, “You’ve got that right.”

“I’m right here,” Kaveh whined, biting at your shoulder.

“I’m not neglecting you,” You said, craning your head back to look at him.

“It feels like you are,” He replied, his voice needy.

You pouted innocently, “Poor baby.”

He suddenly thrust all of his length inside of you and you were pushed forward, letting out a sharp moan as he did.

Al Haitham’s brows knitted together and he gave you a concerned look and then glared at Kaveh. “Be gentle. Are you okay?”

You nodded slowly and he placed his hand on the side of your face. “Just tell me if he gets too much for you. I know how to whip him into shape,” He commented with a soft chuckle.

You were inclined to laugh a little but Kaveh was beginning to pull and push in and out of you and you could barely focus on anything else except the pleasure blossoming from it.

Kaveh slowed down his pace, lazily thrusting into you with his hand on your back. It was agonizing, you wanted more than just this stupid slowness of him.

You carefully snaked your hand down to your cock, wrapping your hand around it and beginning to jerk yourself off.

Just as you were about to reach your orgasm, Kaveh stopped moving and pulled your hand away from you. You whined, rubbing your thighs together in an attempt to ask for more. “You can’t cum yet.”

“What? Why not?” You asked, your chest tightening in anger.

Kaveh just hummed, kissing a trail from the back of your neck to the end of your spine. Once he was finished with that, he wet his lips and then said, “I wanna see you ride Haitham.”

Your face flushed in embarrassment that he could just suggest something like that. You supposed you were already too far gone to say no. “You seem to be making me do an awful lot of work. What if I just want to lay down and be fucked?”

“Don’t be a pillow prince,” He said with a flick to the nape of your neck.

You flinched at the small sting it brought but decided not to argue.

You placed your hands on the sides of Al Haitham’s jaw, “Is this… okay?”

He groaned, leaning into your touch like a man starved. “More than anything.”

You started to position yourself over his cock but then Kaveh tutted gently. “I want you to face me.”

At this point you were realizing there was no point in arguing with his demands. You grumbled a little, turning around and trying to find the best way to put Al Haitham’s dick inside of you. You turned your head to face him and frowned a little, “Haitham, can you help me?”

“Of course I can, pretty,” He murmured, kissing your back. He placed his hands around your waist, lowering you carefully onto his dick.

You groaned as the head of his cock broke the threshold of your ass. You gently sank to the hilt, gasping at how full you felt.

“I’m better than Kaveh, right?” He asked cockily, biting into your shoulder.

You barely had time to answer, he had wrapped his hands around your waist and was starting to bounce you up and down. “Nn, yes, you are–” You stammered out, steadying your hands on his thighs. Wow, he was muscular.

You, completely lost in your own bliss, barely noticed it when Kaveh nuzzled his cheek into one of your thighs. Your breath hitched in your throat and you shook your head when you realized what his motive was.

“N–No, I can’t have you, ah, both,” You whimpered, but Kaveh seemed to disregard this. He tucked hair behind his ears and then sunk down, placing his mouth onto the tip of your length. You gasped, hips jerking at the small contact.

Al Haitham laughed, “Good job, Kaveh. He tightened up real nicely around me when you did that.”

Kaveh made a disgruntled noise that would’ve been funny except for the fact that your dick was making it’s way into his mouth. The only thing you felt from that little noise of his was pure pleasure, the vibrations sending a shock right to your centre.

As Al Haitham thrust up into you, Kaveh took all of your cock into his mouth and a begging, wanton moan escaped your lips. “I seriously can’t take it, please, one of you stop,” You cried, but you also sort of thought that if one of them stopped, you might actually die.

Luckily, neither of them seemed to take your words to heart, because they both just kept their pace.

“Kaveh, get off, I’m gonna cum, I don’t wanna– into your mouth, fuck,” You sobbed, your hand gripping his blonde hair.

He looked up at you through half lidded eyes, and it was that lustful stare of his that made you cum. You slapped a hand over your mouth in embarrassment, watching as he sat up and then swallowed.

He wiped the corner of his mouth and shrugged, “I’ve tasted worse. Now, I don’t think me or Haitham has cum yet. Bear with us for a bit?”

You wanted to scream, to say that no, this was all too much for you, but something about his affectionate gaze made you nod your head, blinking slowly up at him.

“That’s a good boy.” His touch was suddenly gentle, and he pulled you into a position where Al Haitham could fuck you and to where you could suck him off.

Kaveh sat down and you carefully took his member into your hands and then started to push it into your mouth. As you were doing this, Kaveh pressed his hand into your neck and then slid it up your back.

“Look at the way your back is arched right now. One might think you’ve done this before,” He quipped, using his other hand to rub your cheek affectionately.

You took your mouth off of him and bit his thigh, a gentle reminder of the fact that you were kind of the one in control right now.

He finched a little, and you, satisfied with your work, went back to trying to fit all of his cock into your throat.

Al Haitham wasn’t appreciating being forgotten, it seems. It wasn’t your fault, though! He hadn’t started thrusting in quite a few moment. But then, he pulled out ever so gently and then rammed all of his length inside of you.

You moaned around Kaveh and he shuddered. “Focus on me. Act like he’s not even there.”

That was rather hard to do when Al Haitham was repeatedly slamming against a spot inside of you that was so deep and felt so good, but you did your best to nod a little bit. You bobbed your head on his cock, occaisonally pausing whenever Al Haitham hit a particularly good place in you.

“I wanna cum in your pretty little mouth, can I do that?” Kaveh asked, threading nimble fingers into your hair.

“Mmhmm,” You mumbled as you hollowed your cheeks around his shaft. He gasped, his grip tightening ever so slightly on you.

“Ahh, pretty boy, ‘m gonna cum, keep going,” He encouraged, using his grip on your hair to guide you. His member scraped the back of your throat and you felt like coughing, but you held it in.

Kaveh looked pretty when he came, you thought. His face was captured in a moment of total bliss and his hand was dangerously close to hurting you. His seed filled your mouth and when you pulled back, some of it dripped out and onto the covers.

Al Haitham’s thrusts had come to a lull for a moment, seeming to want his other partner to get through his climax, but as soon as you spit out Kaveh’s cum into your palm, he was back to thrusting into you.

You let out a yelp of surprise and pleasure but he shushed you gently. “Quiet, love. You’re doing so good for me.”

You groaned, burying your head into the sheets, embarrassed. You heard Kaveh chuckle and you looked up at him, wondering why you ever agreed to this in the first place.

The strokes of Al Haitham’s cock inside of you became slower and gentler as he seemed so close to his own orgasm. You wanted to tell him to hurry up, to be rough, because you were also on that dangerous edge of your climax, but you kept your mouth shut.

Al Haitham placed a hand on your back as if to steady himself and his pace sped up for a moment before he let out a soft grunt, spilling inside of you. You let out a sigh of relief as he pulled out, knowing that he was finished, but you were still unsatisfied.

“You guys are assholes,” You muttered, bringing a hand down to massage your throbbing erection.

Al Haitham chuckled a little, hooking his arms under your armpits and then pulling you back up. Your back was set flush against his chest and he started to use his own hands to give you that satisfaction that you so desperately craved. One of his hands had his fingers thrusting into your entrance and the other was sliding up and down your member, squeezing with just enough pressure to feel good.

“Haitham, wait, it feels weird…!” You exclaimed, squirming in his hold.

“Just wait, it’s okay,” He murmured into your ear, kissing your neck.

Your mind went blank as you came and Al Haitham kissed your neck again, whispering praises into your ear.

You let out a shuddering sigh, finally realizing what exactly you had just done. You felt embarrassed. You covered your face with your hands and Kaveh took one of your hands away, kissing your wrist. “Did you have fun?” He asked.

You bit your lip and nodded. “I can’t believe I did something like this with you two,” You admitted with a flush.

Al Haitham laughed, “Didn’t you say you’ve thought about it before?”

Your face flushed deeper as you remembered your lust-drunk words from earlier. “Ye–Yes, I have thought about it before. That doesn’t change the fact that I was just thinking about it, not that it was actually happening.”

“Well, if you had fun, why don’t you consider doing this as more than a one night stand?” Kaveh asked, trailing kisses down your forearm.

You let out a short gasp at the proposition and you took a moment to think about it. “I mean… if you’re serious about it. About me.”

“Of course we are,” Al Haitham chimed, his soft kisses turning into even softer bites.

You huffed. “Fine. I don’t want you two fighting, though.”

Kaveh chuckled a little, “I dunno, seeing how our last little spat ended, we might just keep this up.”

You gently flicked him on the cheek and he laughed again. You blushed and then said, “I’m tired.”

“Let’s go to bed, then,” Al Haitham said, gently moving you so that you were sat beside him on the bed instead of in his lap.

The thing about being tired wasn’t a lie and as they lovingly tucked you under the covers, you drifted off rather easily.

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blueparadis · 1 year ago

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꒰ IN MY HEAD ꒱ ⋮ KAVEH [ CONTENT & TAGS ] — » film au + non-human au, fluff, undertones of smut and fantasies, yandere themes, jealousy, hints of cannibalism ( sorry couldn't hold myself back. I had to. It's just one line. more like cannibalistic thoughts nothing explicit ); make-up artist!kaveh, actress!fem!reader, actor!al-haitham, undertones of smut // word count — 2k// blog navigation.// for angel's threeway collab by @angelltheninth //

“We’re ready, Al-haitham.” A staff member mentioned entering Al-haitham’s green room. With his eyes closed and Kaveh’s pristine hands doing their work he is growing more nervous by each passing moment. It is unusual because Kaveh has been with Al-haitham for years now yet has never seen Al-haitham so on edge in all these interviews, movie premieres, and shows. As Kaveh was busy doing his make-up throughout the session, Al-haitham could not stop jerking his leg. Kaveh had to either stop him by tapping on his knee or yell at him. “We’ll be too,” Kaveh responded with a neutral tone, keeping the Kohl pencil in his back pocket. “In a minute.”

Kaveh does not understand his friend’s actions. Either he is too happy or too tense. There is no in-between. Al-haitham won't even talk about it. A minute later, when he leaves the room for his show Kaveh decides to stay behind. He does not need to be there. He can hear everything from here. Backstage has always been a fascinating place for him. A moment ago, the room was full of light and laughter but now it is full of silence. He likes this kind of silence. He grabs his coffee and walks out of the place for a smoke break.

With his lit cigarette pressed in between his lips, and a warm coffee mug in hand he strolls along the artistically cemented route. He hums a tune to himself as he scans the place. The backyard of the backstage is really pretty. Probably it was used before but not now. Mosses and grasses are in abundance here. The crickets are singing, squirrels are too at par with them.

There is a fountain at the center of this place but it is not running. The sky is still blushing, illuminating the air. He walks towards the fountain to sit by it but he stops mid-way. He sees a girl sitting by the fountain wearing a dress the same color as Al-haitham. With her head bowed down looking at her reflection of herself in the pond around the statue of the fountain she looked like a fairy from those fantasy books.

If he had seen you somewhere else, some other place where there were a lot of people and noise he would not have remembered you. But he recognizes you. You are the co-star of Al-haiham’s latest movie which is also your debut film. He must have seen you at other movie premieres but never got an opportunity to speak. They just were times he was timid or lazy or did not bother enough to talk. Of course, he has seen you in the movie but he was far more intrigued by how you would be when there are no spotlights, no cameras — just him watching you. He was solely curious. These curiosities deviated into something else; fantasies in a steady manner. The moment he saw you on that big screen he felt like your body aroma would be like a forbidden fruit if he were to describe it. Now, he can practically inhale it. He discarded the remnant cigarette that was masking your scent. He had imagined seeing you, talking to you off-screen and this is not how it plays out in his head.

You outdid his imagination. He approached you slowly with silent footsteps so that he does not startle you. You seemed like you are in desperate need of this silence too. The one Kaveh is too comfortable in it. He can see your face through the reflection, barely but he can. He is so busy looking at the fall of your hair, your side face, the trail of moles from behind your ear onto your shoulder blades like a constellation that he totally forgets: that if he were to take another step, he would turn up in the reflection beside you.

He has thought of drawing moles in your intimate parts, counting your actual moles, kissing them, biting them, carving them out of your body, and eating them. The fewer the number of moles on your body, the higher the dopamine running in his veins since he hated the idea of any lover's mark on you when he saw you for the first time with Al-haitham. It is silly but he still feels edgy seeing a trail of moles along your shoulder. They say moles are the marks left by a kiss by your lover in past lives. It is silly to believe yet he does. It makes his stomach turn, the back of his throat churn, and tastes bitter when he swallows. He wants this feeling to go away. He wants to absorb you in himself so that he does not get devoured by your exquisite charms. The very existence of you is like a threat to his own.

“Oh! I’m sorry. I lost track of time. I should be going,” A sudden gust of wind created ripples in your reflection. You stood up blurting out in haste seeing a man's reflection beside you. Taking long strides walking past the man. “Is Al-haitham ready?” You asked but silence prevailed enough to make you turn on your heel.

If you are here, then it must mean everyone is looking for you inside the compound. Moreover, why are you here? You are not supposed to be here. You are supposed to be with Al-haitham, sitting beside him for the show.

“Huh?” Kaveh walks towards you exclaiming with his eyebrows congested, “No! No! stay.” He exhales nervously stunned by his own voice. “I mean he is ready but you can stay.” You cock your head in confusion smiling at his jumbled form.

“You’re Kaveh. is that right?”

“Yeah.” Kaveh tucks his palms inside his jeans. He sees you smile at him like you always smile at Al-haitham. Somehow, he is not nervous anymore. He flashes a grin. “So, you do know me.”

“What do you mean? Everyone knows you. And, I’ve seen you at every event since my movie came out.” You sat by the fountain on the cemented bench again and Kaveh’s carmine eyes followed you as if you were the sun and he was a sunflower. Well, technically he is, in a way. He is warm, cheerful and so full of beauty, just like a sunflower. You started to jerk your knee after checking the time. It has been almost thirty minutes since you have been here. The show is getting delayed.

Kaveh lets out a soft chuckle seeing you like that. He takes out the Kohl pencil from his back pocket and crouches in front of you. You are confused and nervous. So is he but he hides it better. He knows that but he does not need to know why. He just needs to calm you. He is suddenly overcome by this awful urge to soothe you. He looks at you before running the pencil on the supple skin of your thigh that was peeking through your distressed jeans. You laughed like a lyre as he was done. It was a smiley. Kaveh was looking at you, still seated in front of you at your feet.

“Ma’am it’s time.” Your secretary’s voice turned up from a distance from the dark. By the time your secretary was here, Kaveh was gone but the smiley he drew remained as you walked back to the building with your secretary. It was impressive how swiftly conscious Kaveh was of so many things— your reputation, his reputation, and the thread that binds both of you: al-haitham.

The moment you walk along with Al-haitham into the show arena Tighnari gives a smile. You all sit after you greet one another. There were many rounds of questions but you enjoyed rapid-fire the most. The movie was so far a huge success and with Al-haitham by your side it was getting easier. The last round had a set of frequently asked questions in Google search.

Tighnari pauses before the next question. He looks at you and then at Al-haitham. He smirks before shooting the next question. “Are al-haitham and y/n dating?” The room was full of silence again. Your eyes occasionally scanned the room in search of Kaveh but he was nowhere to be seen till now. Al-haitham's lips stretch from ear to ear as he rests his hands on yours.

“Yeah. we’re.” Al-haitham paused to look at you. “We’re dating.” For a brief moment, you thought you saw Kaveh at one door of this place. The curtains waved as a declaration of his departure. You realized that you spaced out for too long feeling the boring stares.

“Yeah. we’re,” you confirmed with a beam even though you were as surprised as any other person in this room. But you played along. You had to; you trust al-haitham. He has been good and kind to you so far, so he must have a reason for this. He must.

“Congratulations,” Tighnari exclaimed, the interviewer, with his ever-lasting warming broad smile that he has been flashing every now and then throughout the interview. The cameramen and the whole crew gave both of you a knowing smile. The only person who was not smiling was Kaveh. He is happy, he really is but he does not understand why it had to be you. It is not like Al-haitham ran out of options. He has plenty. He could have chosen someone who would open better prospects for him, anyone but not you. Why did he have to choose you?

Kaveh keeps his half-empty coffee mug on the coaster. He just came from the interview arena in the green room, in your green room. Maybe this is why Al-haitham was nervous all the time. But he could have told Kaveh or at least hinted to him about this matter in a way so that he would steer clear of both of your paths. Kaveh is not just his make-up artist. He is much more than that. Al-haitham knows that. Kaveh knows that he knows that. Nevertheless, he feels betrayed.

Kaveh takes the Kohl pencil from the back pocket of his jeans and grabs the handkerchief that you left at the desk. He scribbles on a piece of paper and tucks it carefully in between the folds of that handkerchief. He has been chasing so many butterflies all these times while his sun was waiting for him, so lonely and so bright. It would have been better if you were just another butterfly. But you invaded his head. There is no going back now. There is no use in fighting it back. Moreover, he likes the thrill of it. If he did, he might get uprooted, and turn into someone who he is not, a bare tree. Therefore, he must follow. He smiled to himself before exiting the room.

The piece of paper had a number and a note. It read: ‘I can wait. I'm a patient hunter, my little sunshine.’ When you flipped the paper, it had another message, a smiley with his signature. But this time you did not smile.

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