#becomes apparent to him that he misses kaveh

[venstm]

the intimacy in being understood, the wanting to be understood.

[pigeonpeach]

Genshin men as cats!

Prompt: the genshin men are temporarily turned into cats for one day and you as their lover must take care of them and make sure they stay safe

A/n: idk what happened but apparently half of the post got deleted? I’ll have to rewrite it later ;(

Ayato

Oh he’s not happy. He’s probably a shorthaired white cat in terms of appearance. But he is quite annoyed with this predicament. No one is allowed to tell anyone that the Yashiro Commissioner is suddenly a cat. But being a cat is nice. He can lounge and nap all day. He’s probably demanding of attention though. He simply must have your eyes on him. He adores being brushes so lovingly too. Maybe he should have you brush his hair when he’s back to normal.

Al Haitham

Virtually no change. He may still try to read though he won’t be able to turn the pages as easily. He doesn’t mind a few pats but he mostly prefers to be left alone in the nice warm sun to nap the day away. He’s definitely a grey tabby.

Kaveh

He is so distraught! He meows a storm in fustration as he finds he is completely incapable of finishing his projects! You simply must take care of him! You need to have him strapped in like a baby carrier on your chest because he’s just so clingy. He needs constant reassurance and attention. He’s so needy but so cute. Probably a cute little cream colored kitty.

Kaeya

He is also probably a bit annoyed. While yes he gets a complete day off, he can’t do much as a cat. So he’ll probably try to find some entertainment if you don’t keep him thoroughly entertained. He will find a way to sneak out and go play with Klee or annoy Diluc if you don’t keep him in your grasp at all times.

Neuvillette

He is very confused but also curious. On one hand this form is verrrry different than he’s ever had before but its also very beneficial to him. People are far less intimidated and strangely he enjoys being coddled and pet more than he would. Of course miss Furina is teasing the crap out of him but he doesn’t really care. Sitting on your lap, small and warm. Its such a unique experience he will probably never have again.

Wriothesley

Once the dust settles he’s quite relaxed. This is temporary so might as well enjoy it. Sigewinnie has become very attached to him as she constantly makes sure he’s okay. But in particular he loves being held by you. He’s used to being the big strong man who lifts you all the time etc etc. its nice actually being the reverse here. He gets fed special fish from the cafeteria and gets to spend his day in your arms! The perfect break for him! He’s almost sad it’s temporary but he knows he can’t stay like this forever.

Childe

Oh he’s mad! Even when it’s confirmed to be temporary, he is annoyed! How can he improve his fighting skills if he’s a kitty! Sure he’s a adorable little kitty of course but he looks like a baby! Oh his ego is in shatters. It’s unfortunate too because it wasn’t even around his family so he could play with his little brother at least. He’s practically quarantined to keep him safe. He can’t go on kitty adventures. Therefore YOU must make it up to him. He spends his time sulking and trying to play with anything he can. Dangling uniform piece? New toy! Someone’s foot? New toy! He bites! He meows! He hardly naps. He does love cuddling with you though. Still he’s a ball of energy and he cannot simply sit still for long! No doubt will his office be trashed. You’re making him clean it up once he’s back.

Thoma

Stressed! So stressed! He has so many chores! He cannot hold a broom with two paws! You have to make arrangements for him to have the day off which was hard because everyone was upset by his sudden cancellation. Even so he tries to help. He tries to drag the broom but it doesn’t do anything unfortunately. Oh he feels so useless. You must pamper him. Lavish him with kisses and gentle praise. Call him the cutest little kitty in the world! Oh he’s such a affectionate boy too. He acts like a cat with separation anxiety almost. He cannot sleep if you’re not there with him. Therefore you end up spending the day with him, trying to dissuade him from trying to clean a mess and just making it worse, distracting him with a warm blanket and pets.

Zhongli

He probably did so on purpose actually. Perhaps he was a bit bored and decided to spend the day exploring Liyue from a different perspective. It was quite fun for him actually. He watched as people came over to pet him. Unfortunately they also tried to feed him seafood which wasn’t too good. But after the long day he returned home to see you panicked as to where he could be. He decided to come on over to you, still in his cat form, and distract you. It worked as he helped you relax.

You werent too amused when you found out that cat that broke in was him.

Pantalone

He is quite annoyed. Angry in a more agitated way. Don’t mess up his fur! Pet him properly! Don’t ignore him now! He is a demanding little feline. He is not content unless you are entirely focused on him. He even wants you to break up the fish ro serve to him. He isn’t going to eat like a animal! Oh but he is such s cute kitty. Entirely black with big expressive yellow eyes. Oh you can’t help but comply and spoil him a little more! And he has such lovely fur! He does like hearing your gentle praises as you pet him. He never knew how lovely it felt to be small, sleeping on a nice warm lap, being gently brushed, and told sweet little compliments. He may actually want to do this again sometime.

Diluc

Biggest drama king! How can he protect you or Mondstadt like this! Therefore you cannot leave his sight or he’s convinced you will immediately die. You must stay with him so he can protect you? He is a very warm kitty though so it feels nice to snuggle with him. His fur is a bit messy so you’ll have to brush it. Despite him trying to stay vigilant he ends up falling asleep quickly.

[ilykaveh]

⭒ 1 , 2 , 3 , 4 ! I WANNA BE A WH0RE !

[ ALHAITHAM AS YOUR TUTOR . ]

content · fem ! reader, name calling, bimbo reader, alcohol mention, sub ! reader, teasing, degradation, manipulation, alhaitham is a bit toxic, in public, possessiveness, taking and sharing photos without consent, threesome mention, toy use.

· alhaitham hates socializing, let's make that clear. while you may have bumped into him a few times in the corridor or at mandatory school events, the first time that you actually met him was when you were over at his dorm.

· you'd spent a night at a frat party where you had bumped into his roommate, kaveh. the two of you hit it off over a few drinks and a couple of rounds of beer pong — before you knew it, you were on the way back to his place and getting a little bit handsy in the back of the uber ride.

· while you both intended on getting laid that evening, the reality was that kaveh passed out the moment that his head hit the pillow. regardless, you lay in his bed beside him, too tired to care, and fell asleep for the night.

· the next morning, you woke up to cold and unfamiliar sheets. upon checking your phone, you discovered that it was way past two p.m., and you’d missed your morning lecture. after picking up your discarded clothes and any other belongings, you stumbled into the common area whereby you were greeted by your stoic, grey-haired classmate.

· his nose was buried in a book as he sprawled out on the couch, and despite your efforts to make a stealthy exit, you knocked over a rather gaudy lamp. alhaitham’s quick reflexes surprised you as, without moving his gaze from the page, he reached out and grabbed the object before it could hit the ground. you stood there in shock for a moment as he looked at you up and down before breaking the silence, bluntly informing you that kaveh had a seminar to attend.

· the two of you made some light conversation, though it was really just alhaitham making short responses and you trying to be as polite as you could. in all honesty, the man was intrigued by you. he was used to girls in his classes being all over him as a result of his academic prowess and his above average physique. you, however… there was something special about you.

· he ended up inviting you to get some coffee and to go over the notes from the lecture that you missed, and of course you agreed, with the exception that you could go home first to get changed and grab your laptop. although it very clearly wasn’t a date, you hated going out without looking your very best. to your surprise, alhaitham walked you back to your dorm and waited for you to get yourself ready.

· alhaitham clearly overestimated how quickly he would be done with this. reviewing the material covered this morning would typically take him an hour at most, whereas now the pair of you were on your third round of coffee and barely approaching halfway. hell, he was wondering how you ever managed to get into university.

· ever the sceptic, he even debated whether or not you were simply faking your stupidity to get closer to him, but by the way that you left for the bathroom for the sixth- no, seventh time just to redo your lip gloss, he doubted that. how drunk did kaveh have to be to bring you home? maybe you were just an easy fuck; it seemed that much was apparent to alhaitham. he cursed under his breath as he found himself contemplating how much fun his roommate had had the night before with you. he wasn’t a sleeze, but you were practically parading yourself around like a piece of meat in that short pink skirt.

· one coffee date soon turned into permanent tutoring. alhaitham told himself that he was doing it for your good rather than any selfish reasons — surely it's better that you study with him instead of some pervert that would gladly take sex as a payment for their time, right? or at least, that's how it was at first.

· it didn't take too long for alhaitham to become frustrated with your incompetence. he'd explain a given subject three or four times, and you would barely understand the basics even then. everything came to head with him snapping and running his hands through his hair as he called you a good for nothing slut, even going as far as to (rhetorically) ask if you would do a better job if he questioned you whilst having you bent over the table and his cock buried deep inside your whore cunt.

· at first, you were slightly taken aback; it was strange to see a man that typically kept his emotions under lock and key display such an outburst. then you thought about it a little more… maybe he was just giving you a study tip! that sounded more like the alhaitham you knew! he'd never degrade you over nothing, would he?!

· so you did what any sane person would do (or rather, what you thought any sane person would do) and said that you could try that, if he thought that it would help. alhaitham internally rolled his eyes, mentally cursing you for being so astronomically gullible. but after all of the strain that you've put him through, the countless hours of revising powerpoints and testing you with his personal collection of flash cards… he agreed.

· a pg-rated study session soon transformed into something out of a cheap porno. alhaitham prepped you a little, making you sit on the desk that you were using while he fingered you, all the while he recited facts for you to repeat back to him. by the time that you were ready, having reached a point dangerously close to coming undone, he leaned back in his seat and patted his lap, motioning for you to sit on his muscular thigh.

· you didn’t even bother to put your panties back on as you sauntered over to sit on his lap. your skirt rode up, leaving your wet cunt exposed. alhaitham undid the button on his jeans and pulled out his half-hard cock. your jaw almost dropped at the sight of it - it was certainly thicker than any other dick you’d taken, though the length is really what made you drool. your tutor teased your neediness a little before presenting you his idea: he was going to quiz you on some of the material, and if you answered right, you’d get his cock. simple enough… right?

· however, it would be stupid for alhaitham not to take full advantage of the dripping cunt in front of him, and the needy little doll that came attached. every time that you got a question wrong, or if he caught you daydreaming about his cock, he’d punish you. it was lighter at first, for example he reached under your shirt and groped at your breast. after five… no, six, questions, you made the mistake of hesitating and the man grabbed the base of his cock, then slapping the appendage against your pussy. he only smirked as you whined and bucked your hips against him, only for him to remind you that he still had a couple more questions to ask you.

· it was over an hour before you finally got to the end of his impromptu exam, and your demeanour was now akin to a desperate puppy. a pout had taken over your features, and your eyes were becoming increasingly glassy with tears threatening to spill if you didn’t get what you wanted - alhaitham was merely amused by what a delightful situation he’d found himself in, a pretty bimbo sat on his lap and begging him to be touched. you were putty in his very hands, so he saw it fit to allow you to ride him - after all, he was the one doing you a favour, right?

· these little study sessions soon improved your grades, and you were over the moon! upon receiving your results, you ran up to the taller man, who had to catch you before you both toppled over onto the grass courtyard besides the lecture hall. although alhaitham knew that he should be happy for you, the improvement instilled a fear in him: if you were smart enough to get these grades on you own, perhaps you wouldn’t need him anymore.

· that little thought sowed the seed in his mind that soon turned into a fully framed plan. sure, some would argue that it was a little bit manipulative, but it was for your own good, so he wasn’t causing any harm… right? and it certainly wasn’t done with a single ounce of malice, and you seemed to enjoy this little arrangement, so he continued to reason with himself that everything was perfectly fine.

· alhaitham’s scheme was simple: amongst all of the correct information that he taught you during your study sessions, he’d pepper in a few incorrect tidbits. it would prevent you from ever hitting full marks, and you could continue getting your pretty princess cunt stuffed full three or four times a week. he hated to admit it, but your adorable face as he pinned you down against his mattress and rutted into you whilst you recited what you’ve learnt to him. he always made sure that you thanked him for being such a wonderful tutor, and he even fucked you so good that you would agree with every single degrading phrase that slipped past his lips; it ranged from how you really were only good for getting fucked and that maybe you should drop out and become a full time whore to him reminding you that the only way you ever learnt anything was by spreading your legs.

· before you knew it, you were completely and utterly wrapped around alhaitham’s finger. you agreed to anything that he said if he promised that it would help you become smarter and would improve your grades! you even heard him out (and later went along with his plans) when he presented you with a cute pink dildo that you could slip into your panties before a test, and the idea was that you would recall answers easier because you were so used to learning with your cunt wrapped around his own cock.

· that being said, alhaitham was equally enamoured with you. he slowly allowed you to coax him out of his reclusive shell without even realising it himself. you would drag him along to social gatherings and parties - he told himself that he was doing it with your best interest at heart, after all anything could happen to such a dimwitted sweetheart like yourself, especially when you saw nothing wrong with wearing a miniskirt and a crop top out in the february cold. and no, it wasn’t like those fishnet tights or obnoxiously large white boots were doing anything to keep you warm at all.

· various classmates and other students on campus soon had you pegged as alhaitham’s girl, the precious, doe-eyed lamb that followed him around wherever he went and vice versa. other men were too scared to approach you as you had a scowling, grey-haired guard dog few paces behind you shooting them a death glare, and all the girls were insanely jealous about how you managed to bag the man that they’d been fawning over for so long. they even went as far as to gossip about how loose your cunt must be considering you’ve slept with half the guys on campus before him, and that you’d probably get bored and jump onto the next cock within a matter of weeks. alhaitham was quick to ensure that you never heard any of this, no matter how true the aforementioned statements were. a quick few threats here and a him flashing a picture that he’d secretly taken of your cunt struggling to take his cock shut them up rather fast.

· the only person that alhaitham allowed to hear you fuck though, was his roommate. in fact, he’d specifically speed up his pace in order to force louder noises out of your sweet throat in order to remind kaveh of what he had missed out on. he wasn’t totally mean though, no. because alhaitham promised that if you managed to pass this year’s finals, he’d let the blonde join in on your fun for an evening.

[priestessame]

Sumeru Men during Ganesh Chaturthi.

♥♥♥Okayy this might be a little too niche but for that 1% desi genshin fans pspsppspspps. ♥♥♥

A/N: Ganesh Chaturthi is a festival we celebrate in india, where we bring an idol of the popular hindu deity Ganesh home.

﹆ꕤ⊹Desi Sumeru Head cannons: Ganesh Chaturthi special.﹆ꕤ⊹

.. ♥Kaveh, Al Haitham, Cyno, Wanderer, Tighnari ft. Kaeya ♥ ..

Kaveh Head of decorations. Art child of the house forced into becoming the head designer for the festival. The entire responsibility of the decoration is pushed onto him, whether he's okay with it or not. By the end of it he'll be sitting on the ground with flower garlands and fairy lights around his neck. STRESSEDDD, he has to get the space ready before they actually bring the Ganpati idol home and right now nothing is sticking to the wall, the lights look ugly and Al Haitham is getting on his last nerve. 

Cyno SELLOTAPE MAN, bro cannot be trusted with anything other than cutting small pieces of sticky tape and holding them ready for kaveh. He might even start sticking them on Scara's hat so that they're easier to peel.  He has a little shop of every type of sticky tape available- the double sided one, masking tape, the yellow coloured one for the light arrangements and the clear see-through ones, whatever you want. Will offer bad jokes with every piece. Also primarily here for the spiced milk.  

Tighnari The environmentalist that goes on about how they should use eco- friendly decorations and ban polystyrene but does nothing to actually help. Will bring all the raw material for the flower and fruit arrangement and that's his only contribution. The rest of the time he'll play music and and give Kaveh bad advice. Also the kind to get modak edibles for the gang so they're all high as hell during the ceremony. The kind of soft launch his s/o to his fam by inviting them to the festival. 

Wanderer The non-native that's experiencing it for the first time. Let's be honest, his mom forced him to be here. He could not give a flying fuck about what the festival is and why its celebrated. But apparently its important to socialize, so fine he'll show up. He's given the huge bundle of fairy lights, pulled straight out of the attic so he can sit in a corner untangling them while the others conceptualise the decorations. Eventually has to work with the sellotape man. His hands hurt from holding the lights up because kaveh can't make up his mind on where they look good. The wires are old so might get electrocuted accidently. Also complains about the noise pollution outside, then dances his ass off during Visarjan, after eating Tighnari's edible. Al Haitham The critic. Exists solely to shit on all of Kaveh's ideas. He'll lounge around the room, not involving himself in anything, but the moment Kaveh assembling things he'll point out everything he's doing wrong. Will give random pointers until Kaveh rips his hair out. 100% will start fighting. "WHY ARE YOU HERE THEN? JUST WHY ARE YOU HERE? GO HOME" "I'm here because you're incompetent." ♥ "Yeah, that is not going to hold."  "Stfu Al Haitham, I'm the architect here, you think i don't know how these things work? I know what materials work with what kind-  The entire decoration crashes down on him the moment he says this, its 3am in the morning and kaveh is on the verge of tears.  "Told you so."  ♥ Kaeya The one NRI cousin that lives abroad and cries on Instagram over how much they miss the festival. Will dress up regardless to take pictures, attempt to make the sweets on their own and video call their fam all the time. Somehow finds an university club, or local desi community that celebrates the festival in that country and spams on socials.

bwhahahaah this was so much fun to write, i was actually imagining them as me and my cousins.

[starcurtain]

Haikaveh Fanfics I Want to Read (Part 2)

<- Part 1.

Part 3. ->

1. The Palace of Alcarzarzaray might be called Kaveh’s magnum opus, but actually, it was more like a kick-start for his career. Kaveh hasn’t known a moment of peace since, with constant commissioners begging for him to choose their projects. The longer his waiting list gets, the more his fame grows and grows... So when a pair of people come out of the woodwork insisting they’re Kaveh’s sort-of-estranged mother and stepfather, Alhaitham thinks it’s only right to be skeptical.

Kaveh agrees (for once). Is this really Faranak? She seems so different... But then again, so many years have passed since Kaveh saw her last, and she’s wearing the very same necklace he remembers... And they’re being so nice to him, and apparently he’s got siblings, and they haven't asked him for anything; they say they never meant to let him grow apart, and they love him, and--and--how could he just turn them away? What if it’s true?

What if he has a chance at a real family again?

Of course, when these so-called parents start encouraging Kaveh to move back to Fontaine with them, Alhaitham becomes determined to unravel the lie and show them for the imposters they (almost) certainly are.

It’s only because it irks him to see people twist the truth and get away with it. It’s only because the logical step is to point out obvious manipulations when you spot them.

It’s got nothing at all to do with how empty the house will feel if Kaveh isn’t in it.

Nothing at all.

  Rest under the read more:

2. Okay, listen. The fact that Kaveh and Alhaitham are both 12s out of 10 does not change the fact that they’re also MASSIVE NERDS. The fic is just silly snippets of them being the graduate school gremlins they most definitely are:

Is it even fighting if all you are doing is reciting academic citations at each other?  

Saturday night, we are both at home doing nothing but debating over the rules to an ancient word game that we’ve mostly pieced together from the barest disconnected snippets of apocrypha and one oblique reference in a single receipt of sale from 1600 years ago, because we are Normal™. The most normal people in Sumeru, even.  

How Althaitham flirts: Practicing his newest language acquisition by translating nothing but obscure ancient love letters (“Well, they could have had romantic intention but we shouldn’t allow modern interpretations to color our perceptions without thorough analysis of their semantic contexts and candid awareness of the moral obligation of the translator to avoid speculation on connotations which might privilege biased readings--”). Then he heaps his transcriptions all over the top of Kaveh’s desk and chair and bed and...  

How Kaveh flirts: “I built you a bookshelf.”   (“I take back every uncharitable thing I’ve said about architecture this week.”   “It is both climate-controlled and self-dusting. Also, it will catalog which books are missing after they’re removed from the shelf and remind you when it’s time to put them back in place so that you’re not tempted to leave your moldy tomes all over my--”   “So who is this bookshelf actually for?”)  

“See, I’m allowed to criticize his work, but you, peon, are absolutely not. Here is my 50-page rebuttal of your recent article critiquing the architect Kaveh’s research, in which I will outline exactly why you are an incomparable idiot who should be disbarred from publication ever again. Very uncordially, Alhaitham”  

The only time Alhaitham and Kaveh are unequivocally, indisputably, and inseparably a T E A M: Tavern Trivia Night. (The schedule for tavern trivia night is shortly thereafter altered to: “Any time in which Kaveh and Alhaitham are not on the premises. The management apologizes in advance for last minute trivia night cancellations, but asks patrons to please respect the rule that not even a single trivia question be spoken in the presence of the Light of Kshahrewar or the Akademiya’s scribe.”)

In other words, two geniuses live their very best lives together.

  3. When Prince Alhaitham's viziers started nagging about his lack of spouse to ensure an heir, he dismissed them out of hand. But the truth is, he can't inherit the full privileges of his family's throne (including unfettered access to the kingdom's collection of forbidden records) unless he upholds an ancient peace treaty between his country and their most useful trading neighbor: to become king of Haravatat, he has to marry a citizen of Kshahrewar. Alhaitham isn't the type to bow to social or legal pressure, but if it means he might finally be able to further his research, well, he's willing to swear even a marriage oath to get the knowledge he desires.

But he's not willing to marry anyone unworthy. He's not willing to marry anyone boring, or rote, or feeble-minded, or ill-tempered, or shrill, or under-educated, or ambivalent, or weak, or too polite, or--

If Kshahrewar is going to insist on a political marriage, then Alhaitham will insist on accepting only the best.

But now things are starting to look grim. Prince Alhaitham has interviewed and dismissed (in no polite terms), every eligible Kshahrewar maiden and and no small number of their eligible men besides. For Alhaitham, this is but a formality on his way to further reading, but for the Kingdom of Kshahrewar, real fears are stirring--if they can't find an acceptable candidate soon, the peace treaty that has ensured their alliance with Haravatat’s military-might could dissolve, and already the neighboring powers of Vahumana and Spantamad have been testing the boundaries of their borders...

Entirely out of options, the nervous kingdom gives in and sends the last person they'd want to lose: the Light of Kshahrewar, their beloved architect and most renowned scholar.

But it's all right, because Kaveh has a Plan®.

All right, admittedly, the plan was a lot closer to "Be way too beautiful to reject" than "Argue all night and wake up just to argue again," but hey, whatever works?

(Also known as: The Thousand and One Nights AU where Alhaitham's not quite crazy enough to kill the people he rejects but will crush their self-confidence; Kaveh's not great at telling stories but is great at debate; and the ultimate outcome is still the same very cliffhangery happy ever after.)

  4. If you asked Kaveh Kshahrewar, on-call urban planner for the city of Sumeru, he would expound at length and with several melodramatic sighs upon the fact that his life is fraught with a great many challenges and his fortunes are fraught with a great many (obvious in retrospect) mistakes.

To put it simply, Kaveh will tell you he just has rotten luck.

If you were to ask the High Council of Principalities of the Fifth Ring of the Host of Heaven, they would tell you that Kaveh’s luck is actually quite good... for a person being hunted by the dark legions of Hell itself.

There are some exceptional humans upon whom the wheels of fate are hung, whose very existence is destined to bring beautiful things to the world, to tip the balance in the eternal fight between good and evil firmly toward good. Kaveh is one such person, and therefore all his life he’s been a target of unseen forces that would rather ensure his light is snuffed out.

But that last near-death experience was too close. If Kaveh is left to his own devices much longer, he very likely will perish, long before he’s able to achieve his fated great works for the world. Heaven has to do something.

Alhaitham is a very, very efficient Principality. Maybe the most efficient Principality the Host of Heaven has. But he’s never--not once since the beginning of creation--been called on to actually guard a human. Yes, yes, of course he’s read the manual cover to closing, but...

But no one thought to warn him that they were so very emotional.

“Who are you and what are you doing in my house?!”

“I’m your guardian angel. I live here now.”

“911, I need to report a home invasion in progress! Please send help, there is a lunatic eating raw butter out of my fridge!”

(Or: The guardian angel AU where Kaveh is disaster prone because he is Very Cursed, and Alhaitham is even weirder than normal because his frame of reference for humans is still “wears fig leaves.” It’s a tragicomedy in six acts: Kaveh’s going to change the world for the better. His future is already written in stone. And nowhere in that record is there anything about falling in love with an angel, so Alhaitham knows he’s not supposed to be anything more than a bit part in this grand story.

Too bad Kaveh’s always sympathized with the side characters most.)

  5. During an exploratory trip to the desert ruins looking for remnants of the Deshret Script, lone researcher Alhaitham discovers a strange--and, in fact, magical--teapot, containing none other than a beautiful (but rather noisy) djinn.

“My name is Kaveh.”

“I didn’t ask.”

“I’m a djinn.”

“I can tell.”

“I’ll grant you three wishes, if and only if--”

“Five wishes.”

“What?”

“You should grant me five wishes.”

“Why?”

“Because I asked politely.”

“You absolutely did not! Ugh, fine, I’ll grant you five wishes. But only--and I mean only!--if you’ll agree to set me free at the end.”

“All right, I swear.”

But where are they now?! Kaveh is getting desperate. It’s been six months, and Alhaitham hasn’t made a single wish! At this rate, Kaveh will never get free! He’ll be stuck bunking in a house full of tacky furniture, being tricked into doing the laundry and sweeping forever! This is so unfair; how is it even allowed?! Alhaitham is human; he has to have some kind of wish in that stone-thick head of his!

(The truth is, Alhaitham does have a wish. It just can’t be granted.

He swore an oath to set Kaveh free, after all.)

[caspersickfanfics]

Can't Stop Puking

For @monthofsick day 2

Prompt List | AO3 | Ask | Rules

Warnings: Vomiting (graphic), fever, nightmare reference

A/N:

No one requested this, it just happened. I actually haven't seen Kaveh at all in the Archon quests, so if he seems out of character, I apologize. All of the info I have about him is secondhand, unfortunately. I tried really hard not to villain-ize him in this and rather just make him flawed and complex, but I'm not sure I succeeded. If I got anything wrong for either character, I'm open to feedback in that area for them!

Alhaitham, as a rule of thumb, did not act before determining that doing so would be worth his effort. When choosing a job, he took the path of least resistance. When shopping, he bought only what was needed. When it came to Kaveh… Well, Kaveh really was no exception.

It was simply that Kaveh was worth his effort. 

All of the energy Alhaitham saved up in his day-to-day activities could be re-allocated to more important things. Like Kaveh.

Outsiders seemed to assume otherwise, but Alhaitham didn’t find that living with Kaveh demanded excess amounts of energy. Perhaps if it were someone else, he would mind being woken up late at night. Because it was Kaveh, though, he woke to a sense of warm fondness. It was easy to embrace the feeling of safety and drift back off. When his housemate was gone on work trips, Alhaitham found himself waking on his own to an unsettling silence, his body anxious and concerned.

And this was what actually required a great deal of energy: not living with Kaveh, but caring about him. In the past, Before, it wasn’t so taxing, so Alhaitham felt confident that this, too, would be worth it. That eventually the walls Kaveh had built specifically for him would crumble down if he just continued to wear at them.

But then, there were days when he wondered if he had severely underestimated Kaveh’s architectural prowess; Kaveh had a unique ability to take what had once been broken, and rebuild it with renewed strength.

On one such occasion of wavering doubt, Alhaitham woke up to a sore throat and aching muscles. He quickly ascertained that missing work would be more trouble than it was worth, and also that if he were to get Kaveh sick, he would never live it down. So the best course of action was to leave early in the morning, before Kaveh woke up, and return early to rest and heal as much as possible in the evening. This continued for two days, and on the third, Kaveh awoke early with him.

“Stop avoiding me,” he demanded. “If you have a problem, tell me to my face.”

Alhaitham pondered his response to this for too long, apparently, perhaps because his brain had become foggier with each passing day. 

“I have a cold,” he eventually confessed.

For a moment, Kaveh’s brows furrowed, the lines of his anger softening to concern. Then he shook his head and scoffed. “Oh, sure, that explains it. If you’re going to come up with an excuse, you’ll have to do better than that.”

If he could have protested, he would have. Instead, Alhaitham struggled to stay on his feet. He’d seen a look of devastating hurt and betrayal on Kaveh’s face, and now the world was spinning. Either that, or he was sicker than he’d thought. Or both. Alhaitham shuddered, not liking the thought, and by the time his vision steadied enough for him to focus, Kaveh had already stormed off.

Alhaitham stumbled out of the front door still confident that Kaveh was worth every effort, but uncertain if he was strong enough to break down the walls of a master architect on his own.

His day did not improve.  He had only a short walk to work, but the dizziness wouldn’t go away. On more than one occasion he had to stop and lean on a building to catch his breath. At one point, he was so sure he would be sick that he found a quiet alleyway and knelt on the ground, squeezing his eyes shut as nausea wove its way into his veins. It didn’t leave him, but after about five minutes, he resigned himself to living with it while he continued about his day.

Fortunately, Alhaitham had only a few quick meetings, and the rest of his time was spent in his office, alone. Less fortunately, he didn’t even make it until lunch time before he found himself retching into his hands. Nothing came up right away, so he grabbed the small trashcan from under his desk and hung his head over it, mouth open and drooling. He retched and coughed, but was largely unproductive in his efforts, with the exception of a few splatters of bile. Shaking, he set the bin down, hoping to get a few more hours of work in.

It was not to be. As soon as Alhaitham picked up his pen, he burped and felt hot liquid in his throat with it. He moved quickly and by the time he burped again, the trash was there to catch a mouthful of sick. 

Alhaitham felt downright miserable. He missed Kaveh. He missed a time, a time Before, when Kaveh would’ve been the first to notice he was ill, and would’ve taken care of him without a second thought. He wanted to be home. He wanted to stop thinking about the look of betrayal on Kaveh’s face and how hard it was not to hurt him. He wanted his mouth to stop tasting revolting enough to make him feel like heaving again.

He figured, logically, that he could take care of at least one of those wants, and took a swig of water to rinse his mouth out. Instead, he was caught off guard by his stomach revolting again, before he even swallowed. He spat out the water onto the floor, unable to aim properly this time, and with it came more vomit, splashing across the ground.

It was disgusting to look at, so Alhaitham closed his eyes and laid his cheek against the desk. He tried to breathe slowly, to calm his racing heart and think straight, but to no avail. He managed to work out that he had a fever and should return home. The task of moving just seemed… too tiresome.

Time passed at a strange pace. The stench grew, as did the swirling in Alhaitham’s abdomen. He caught himself swallowing excessively in an attempt at regaining control, but it only made him feel worse. It only built up the air in his stomach until he couldn’t resist a burp. Something noxious, akin to biryani gone bad, assaulted his taste buds. Alhaitham’s entire body rippled with a harsh heave, a dark and viscous liquid adding to the mess on the floor.

He felt like his stomach had wrung him dry. And yet, it still churned threateningly. Exhaustion weighed heavy on Alhaitham’s shoulders, however, and eventually dragged him deep into a fitful sleep.

–––

When he woke, Alhaitham was out of sorts and on edge - the sure remnants of a nightmare, now that he could have them. A certain architect’s back faded quickly from behind his eyes as Alhaitham became more aware of his surroundings.

He was immediately assaulted by the sour stench, now permeating his office. He stomach lurched and he bit back a retch, but a groan escaped him. A hand fluttered to his pounding head. Alhaitham blinked blearily, wondering what had woke him.

As his vision came into focus, he noticed a small figure in the doorway. It was Cyno, his body language uncharacteristically tentative. Upon seeing Alhaitham move, he came closer, gaze intense and unreadable as always. They blinked at each other until the matra broke the silence.

“I was planning to contact someone from the Bimarstan. I did not expect you to come to so quickly.” Cyno didn’t touch him, but his eyes trailed carefully over Alhaitham’s body with an assessor’s level of attentiveness.

“I’m fine,” Alhaitham’s voice sounded slow and slurred. “Just had a nap.”

“You’re clearly ill,” Cyno returned, combatively. “It’s written all over your face and the mess here spells it out quite clearly.”

Compared to his other symptoms, Alhaitham would admit that his complete lack of verbal dismay at Cyno’s attempted humor was perhaps cause for alarm. The matra, however, did not seem to feel the same, his chest puffing out slightly as he went on to explain:

“The joke is that you are a scribe. So, the words “written” and “spells” work as a pun—”

“I’ll go home early today,” Alhaitham conceded, drawing himself unsteady upright. Maybe he should thank Cyno later for spurring him into action. “I simply require rest to recover.”

Cyno reached out a steadying hand as Alhaitham swayed on his feet. “I’ll walk you back.”

“No,” came Alhaitham’s quick response, before he could think much of it. He was sure he looked as sick as he felt, and while Cyno’s offer was made in kindness, he would rather suffer without an audience. He only hoped he could make it home without causing a scene. Alhaitham’s stomach shifted and he muffled a belch into his fist; he wasn’t confident in his abilities at the moment, so he shakily found a new trash liner in his desk and pocketed it. Cyno eyed him, clearly doubtful.

“It’s not a long walk,” Alhaitham stated, hoping to be convincing enough. He didn’t have it in him to continue arguing, and they were barely even friends, after all. He relaxed as Cyno nodded.

“I’ll clean up here and will check to make sure you made it home after work.”

Alhaitham grimaced at the thought of an acquaintance cleaning up his mess, but the need to sit was growing in urgency with each passing moment, and he had to get away from the smell as soon as possible. He didn’t bother with a goodbye.

The fresh air of the city helped somewhat, but Alhaitham should have considered the time of day. The streets were busy with vendors selling and consumers eating heavily scented lunch. The aroma should have been a pleasant one. Instead it heightened the unrelenting queasiness. With quick steps, Alhaitham made it about halfway home and stumbled into a quiet nook between houses before pulling out the garbage liner. He struggled to open it, hands shaking as bile rose in his throat. His stomach spasmed and acid splashed against the back of clenched teeth. Just in time, he peeled the opening wide, lurching forward with a muffled retch.

For how violently he heaved, only a thin stream of pale vomit slid into the flimsy bag. Alhaitham couldn’t tell when he would be sick again, but he knew that he needed to keep moving. He felt weak, and he was sure that if he rested for too long, he would simply fall asleep again. Now that Alhaitham was away from the main downtown area, it was less likely that someone would notice anything off about him.

It was still surprising to him just how angry his stomach was. He made it no more than three steps before bringing the plastic to his face with a heave. Once again, it was minimally productive, only really serving to worsen the ache in his gut. The rest of the journey was just as difficult. The initial bout of illness seemed to spur on a series of hiccups, each bringing with a it a mouthful of liquified, rancid stomach contents.

Upon making it home, Alhaitham hesitated. He still didn’t want to get Kaveh sick, or to worry him, or make him feel bad, but he didn’t have the energy to avoid him. A vague plan to hole up in his room lingered in the back of his mind, but that relied on having the trash liner with him. Since there was still very little in it, he bunched it up as small as he could and tucked it under his cape before heading in.

Immediately, he heard a loud clatter, as though something was dropped, and Kaveh’s head popped out from his room.

“Alhaitham? You’re home early.” The architect drew himself into the foyer, peering closely at the younger man. “You look… ill.”

Alhaitham steeled his expression. “Just tired. I finished up early so I left.”

“Huh,” Kaveh said, voice soft. The skin around his eyes was pinched, the way it got when he was angry or… worried. “I’ll try to keep things quiet, then. Will you let me know if you need anything?”

“Mhm,” Alhaitham agreed and, without another word, moved quickly to his room. Though he loved talking to Kaveh, the conversation could not go on without risking disaster. He turned on some calming music, at a volume louder than he would normally have it play, before unravelling the plastic trash liner once again.

For the next half hour, Alhaitham sat in bed with his mouth hung open, quietly belching up puke into the bag. He was sweating horribly and added “change the bedsheets” to a growing list of tasks to complete as soon as he was capable of moving without being sick. When Kaveh yelled to tell him he was going out to meet a client, Alhaitham left his room in favor of the bathroom, kneeling in front of the toilet. He figured that Kaveh would be out for at least the next two hours. If Alhaitham was lucky, he could get the illness out of his system before his housemate returned.

As he’d hoped, Alhaitham was able to relax his body more once situated in front of the more solid receptacle of the toilet. He squatted in front of it and waited mere minutes before vomiting profusely into the water. Perhaps because he’d been unintentionally holding himself back for so long, it took only the slightest gag for Alhaitham’s stomach contents to come surging forth, wave after wave of a soupy orange substance filing the toilet. It burned his throat and his head felt like it was splitting. He sputtered, desperate for air, between seemingly unending rounds of lines. Rarely did Alhaitham feel so helpless. After many minutes of this, hollow dry heaves echoed back at him, as if mocking his still churning stomach.

“Alhaitham!”

He froze, but Kaveh burst into the house with such urgency that the Alhaitham had no time to scramble back to his room and pretend to be fine. With his sensitive ears, he heard keys clatter to the ground rather than into the beautiful glass bowl Kaveh usually used religiously. His footsteps through the house were hurried, frantic even, and he barged into the bathroom without knocking. Kaveh’s emotions, as always, were written across his face on full display, but trying to decipher them now made Alhaitham’s head spin. The only ones he was sure of were anger, with which he is all too familiar, and betrayal, no different from what he had seen hours earlier prior to leaving for work. It felt like ages ago.

Alhaitham tried, at least, to listen to Kaveh’s words. He always tried at that. But his brain was so foggy, he caught only bits and pieces of meaning. Cyno had spotted Kaveh with his client and interrupted them, so it must have been something urgent. Something about Alhaitham. Which didn’t make sense because Alhaitham couldn’t fathom what about him would be more important than Kaveh’s work, not when the world was spinning, dipping, lurching… He tried to rein in his focus again.

Kaveh was mad because of - what? Alhaitham had missed something. A secret? That didn’t feel quite right. It was something Alhaitham had done - again. Something he had done to try and protect Kaveh, but that once again hurt him anyway. Something that was familiar to what Alhaitham had done to hurt him Before, even, he realized with an ache. Something like - a promise. 

“You told me you were fine! Do you really trust me so little, hate me so much, that you have to lie about your health just to get me out of the house? While you’re ill?”

He broke a promise.

A sharp pain pierced Alhaitham’s heart, and with the state that he was in, his stomach felt it immediately. He was left spewing, once again helpless and out of control, only now it was no doubt impacting Kaveh as well. Alhaitham yearned to say something, anything, and especially sorry, but he simply couldn’t. Even when the vomiting stopped, after hours on hours of illness and overstimulation, Alhaitham simply had no words. He squeezed his eyes shut, still hanging his head miserably over the toilet bowl, feeling weak and undeserving.

“Archons, Alhaitham, while you’re this ill… Why would you—? Archons…” Even in his haze, Alhaitham tried to place the tone of Kaveh’s voice. Teary, he thought. Confused. Hurt. Again.

This time, he couldn’t explain, couldn’t make his attempts at eroding Kaveh’s walls. Alhaitham was out of words and out of actions that could speak for him. So he did something that was, for once, out of character: unreasonably, he hoped. He hoped desperately that just this one time, Kaveh could see that he was not trying to wear away at his walls to find vulnerability and harm him (like he had, admittedly but unintentionally, done before) but to simply be with him in his lonely little town of one.

Alhaitham was lonely, too.

Really fucking lonely.

“Oh,” Kaveh’s gasp cut through it all - the swirling thoughts and nausea. It was almost painfully gentle… like an afterthought of regret. Alhaitham hoped. “No, Haitham, don’t cry. You’ll make yourself sicker. It - you’ll be okay, I promise. Stop crying, please.”

Even knowing that they were there, Alhaitham paid the tears on his cheeks no mind. Kaveh’s hands had fallen onto his back and shoulder. They were warm, like he had imagined. Like they used to be, Before. A shudder ran through him, and a healthy dose of fear, and he choked on an attempt at words.

“Don’t– uuurp!” Alhaitham belched up a thin stream of bile into the toilet bowl, coughing on the acidic taste. He felt Kaveh flinch away when he spoke and gasped desperately for air.

“Calm down,” Kaveh murmured, hesitant now. Pulling away again. “I– I can go if you really want to be alone.” Alhaitham grunted in frustration. This couldn’t happen again, this couldn’t keep happening. Even if it hurt him. His voice was small and choked, but he refused to be silent.

“Please,” he begged. “Don’t leave.”

“Oh.” Kaveh said. And that was it, for a long while. Enough time passed that Alhaitham risked turning around, worried that he’d bared his soul and Kaveh had swiftly determined it unworthy of care. Maybe he’d walked away after all.

But he hadn’t. Kaveh stood there, still, blinking quickly and looking up at the ceiling. A trembling hand covered his mouth.

He looked… gutted.

Kaveh tried for a smile. It wavered, then broke. “Sorry,” he managed, trying again to be chipper, and with somewhat more success. That wasn’t saying much. A tear escaped and made its way down his cheek. Alhaitham looked up at him, his own tears drying, eyebrows coming together. Kaveh was reminded, harshly, cruelly, of a much younger version of the man before him, always worrying about his senior and following him around. He was reminded that Alhaitham was still very young now. He was shocked with the knowledge that he had been condemning him for actions he’d made when he was much younger. Kaveh’s heart trembled, and shattered. He swallowed a lump in his throat, shook his head, wiped his tears. He sat next to Alhaitham, and opened his arms like he used to. Before.

“Come here,” he breathed, and was relieved when Alhaitham didn’t think twice. He wasn’t nearly as small as he used to be, but he still fit nicely in Kaveh’s arms.

“Haiyi,” Kaveh whispered. He spoke the near-forgotten nickname with reverence and felt the younger man curl closer to him, relaxing. “Haiyi, I’m sorry. I’ll fix it, okay? I’ll fix us. I promise.”

–––

Alhaitham smiled. He drifted into a dream of two lonely towns. They were broken down, both of their walls crumbled, revealing a vast emptiness between them. 

It was a good dream. Unreasonably so.

But then, maybe it was not unreasonable at all. They were now simply one town. A town that needed fixing, but a town united. And, in the same way that he knew Kaveh was worth all of his effort and energy, Alhaitham knew with certainty one other thing about his housemate: Kaveh was good - very good - at fixing things.

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Hello, hello! Can I ask for a Valentine matchup with a Genshin and Tolkien male please? My personality type is (apparently) INFP-T (I have no idea what that means but yeah), my hobbies are dancing, reading, writing and sometimes editing. I am usually a calm person, not thaaaaat patient though and a bit shy at first, but when I'm comfortable enough I'll talk as if there is no tomorrow. I'm a good listener too. I like to go out with my friends, spend time with my family, play with my pets, love physical affection and sweets! I absolutely dislike people who argue about anything, lies and arrogance!

ੈ♡˳ 𝐊𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐇 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐒 𝐓𝐎 𝐁𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐕𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐄!

♡ Kaveh's initially drawn to your calmness and introversion. You seem like a mystery to him and he wants to uncover what you're all about! It's ok that you're shy because he's a really talkative person so he'll do all the talking until you're comfortable with talking like there's no tomorrow. In the meantime, he likes that you're a good listener and you ask the sort of questions that prompt him to excitedly tell you about whatever project he's working on or to gossip about Akademiya scholars or his roommate.

♡ He'd just absolutely love to read anything you've written and he hopes that you can become comfortable enough with him to let him see your work. He's really attentive to what you've written and he's eager to know a lot about your thought process behind it all. He likes to pick up on the parts that he can tell you really enjoyed writing so that he can see you happily tell him all about it. You look so adorable in his eyes with that smile on your face.

♡ He treasures your days out together and he's always trying to organise stuff with your friend group (and later just the two of you) so that he can hang out with you more. He's always checking up on you too: dropping by your house to hang out and make sure you've eaten, dropping by your work/school with a coffee for you to make sure that you're not feeling too overwhelmed. He's down bad.

ੈ♡˳ 𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐈𝐓 𝐀 𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐄?

♡ He picks you up from your house to go out to a local festival together. In his hands, he's got a bouquet of colourful paper flowers that he's deployed his architect skills to make for you. His perfectionism's really shone through with them because he wanted to make sure that they were just right and that they'd last for you. He wants you to know that he put in a lot of effort for the one who means a lot to him and so he decided it would be better to make you a bouquet than to buy you one.

♡ He's practically humming in excitement as the two of you go about exploring the festivities, surrounded by stalls and lights and many others who were here to enjoy the evening too. He likes you a lot though and gets a little protective so when the place gets busier, he takes your hand and guides it up to his arm for you to hold on to or he's guiding you around with an arm around your waist/his hand on your back. If you pay close enough attention, you'll feel how he's lightly trembling at being this close to you.

♡ The festivities go on until pretty late so if you get tired he'll offer to carry you back to your place on his back; of course you're not too heavy, have you seen the sword he uses? If you agree, you'll notice how he gently strokes his thumbs over your legs as he keeps you up on his back, not once complaining or faltering as he follows the familiar route back to your place. When you're standing in your doorway, he'll come really close and press a kiss to your forehead after telling you how much fun he had and wishing you goodnight.

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