#i was there i was haithams earpieces

[scribblekingdom]

Holding hands!?!??!????!???!?!!!?!?!?

[enden-k]

i swear every time i draw haithams bare ears i blush and faint like a victorian maiden its like waaa. im not supposed to see this.......blessed

[grimmweepers]

everyday i come on here thinking “haitham nation, rise”

[soulstuffjunkie]

If I’ve been missing for two months , it’s because I’m being held emotionally hostage by Genshin Impact and the Acting Grand Sage and his stupid roommate (husband). I held strong for two whole years, refusing to download the game, and then the Alhaitham banner dropped and I knew it was over for me. I am absolutely consumed, -2/10 do not recommend for the sake of your underailed lives.

I haven’t even unlocked Inazuma yet, I’m still finishing up the Liyue archon quest. Tell me why I have Sumeru boys brain rot 😭

[ID: (genshin fan art) Image 1: A backlit bust illustration in blues of Alhaitham from Genshin Impact looking at something out of frame out of the corner of his eye.

Image 2: the same illustration without the backlit lighting.

Image 3: a discord conversation between the illustrator and a friend asking their opinion on which of the first two images their friend preferred

End ID]

[screamingcrows]

Notes: Reupload of an ask box drabble for the prompt "a kiss out of spite". Steal for anything and I'm spreading Anobium punctatum in your home. Tags: Alhaitham x reader, established relationship, 700 words Minors DNI

Alhaitham knew it had to be his fault that you were currently huffing and puffing in frustration. Why else would you so angrily be collecting scattered papers and books, snapping thomes shut with no care for placing a bookmark first. You had been prone to such harmless, if petty, ploys of 'revenge' since he'd first met you.

Admittedly, your shared space had begun resembling the aftermath of an exam season, something neither of you had needed to stress about for years. When he shifted slightly in the couch it didn't go unnoticed, and his stomach churned at the scowl on your face. He hated this just as much as you, but there was nothing to be done really.

"I said I'd tidy up once I was finished working," he attempted to pacify, making his voice as neutral as possible.

"Not everything can be pushed around based on your schedule," you snapped at him, voice shaking slightly.

So this was about more than just the clutter then. Gently closing the book in his hand, Alhaitham considered how to proceed, letting his eyes drift towards your face. For a moment, he wondered if spring had finally set in before realising with a bleeding heart that your eyes were red for an entirely different reason.

You were evidently upset, holding his stare with a passion that was rare. It clicked into place far sooner than he'd have liked, he'd been horrible, hadn't he?

"I-.. I haven't been fair to you these past few weeks. This was precisely what I've wanted to avoid, and I'm sorry for not noticing sooner," he stood up as he spoke, hating the way you stepped back, placing a broom between the two of you. Another barrier.

"I've barely spoken to you since you became the Acting Grand Sage, barely even seen you, and- and I thought today would be different. I got so excited that you stayed home 'haitham, I cleared my damned schedule to stay with you,"

He took a deep breath, knowing now would be a bad time to point out that he'd never made any indication that he would have any free time today. That wasn't a conversation either of you needed right now. Before he could reply, you already made a verbal lunge.

"There's no partnership in this, and I'm sick and tired of doing everything without so much as a single acknowledgement from you and-"

"Sit."

"What? No."

Alhaitham did what he could to stop his hands from trembling when he reached out and pried the broom from you, immediately regretting having let it clatter to the ground, the sound doing nothing to break the tension.

With a firm hand, Alhaitham guides you to sit before taking the spot beside you. No amount of noise cancelling would be enough to drown out the thundering beat of his heart. How had he allowed himself to become so blind to the weight upon your shoulders?

If the broadest shoulders must bear the heaviest load, how had he ever let himself so carelessly neglect assessing the tired look in your lovely eyes? But your fingers remained intertwined with his, you were disappointed but not enough to loathe him. That by itself was reason enough to not overthink but act.

"The day isn't over, my work can wait. We could go for a picnic, it shouldn't be too warm and we have leftovers to bring. I can go to the bazaar and get fruit while you get ready," his mind was running as fast as possible, voice struggling to keep up.

"I don't want it to be forced, and that's exactly what you're doing right now."

His eyes widened slightly, struck by lightning when you pulled your hand from his.

"Tomorrow then, the entire day?"

He saw how your eyes narrowed, which only made the surge of relief he felt that much greater as you yanked his earpiece to the side to press a kiss to the shell of his ear. You were still scowling, arms crossed in front of your chest as a petulant toddler.

But now Alhaitham had no doubt that it was strictly for show.

"Three more weeks and I'm back to lazing around as much as you want. And ah-," he cleared his throat sheepishly, "handling my own clutter in a more timely manner."

[that-student-that-has-homework]

Al-Haitham Headcanons 01

All SFW Here Folks! I think? There's like one bit that's kinda suggestive. If you - no you don't need to squint. It's not vulgar though. Tumblr MasterList

I think his love language is acts of service.

Al-Haitham reads a lot, if he finds something that would be useful to you, he'd likely make note of it with sources, especially if you were going to use it in a paper.

Oh you got into an argument? Someone said something you disagree with? You struggled to support your point? He found some piece of information that supports your argument? Or maybe he found something that negates the other person's? He'll bring it to you.

Perhaps you had asked a random question: you were curious or wondering about something? If he comes across useful information again, he'll bring it to you, and explain it if you need him to.

Maybe you're stressed or struggling or your body hurts in some way? He's doing research and bringing it to you.

You've got a big daunting task? He's broken it down for you, maybe even helped you delegate and even eliminate some things too

Drapes his cape over you when you're napping and cold.

Drapes his cape over you when you're cold in general.

Someone is trying to belittle you? Let it be known that Al-Haitham has no problem silencing them, and in a truly intellectual manner.

Yeah no, he has no tolerance or anyone talking trash about his beloved.

Quality Time is another love language

As we all know: Al-Haitham dislikes having a large social circle. So if he is choosing to spend time with you, outside of work (or anything else that's necessary) nonetheless, he definitely values you.

For whatever reason I feel like he's more cuddly and probably goes for hugs more?

(For anyone reading Rationality of Emotion: when you see this appear again in that fic...well I mean I was always gonna use it there...)

I imagine his physical affections are more him holding you in some way, and mostly in private, and I mean just you and him private. Initially, when Kaveh was practically watching him like a hawk to see if he could display affection, Al-Haitham is deliberately avoiding any action that Kaveh was looking for.

That being said, if you're both reading on the sofa/couch looking thing in his house, he really enjoys kinda having you nestled into him? So you've got your back against the arm rest (you have it cushioned don't worry) with your head resting on his chest and your legs across his lap. Each of you just reading and enjoying the silence.

He usually isn't wearing his sound proof earpieces when you guys are doing this.

I can also imagine him going from mostly hugging due to requests to initiating hugs himself.

Yes he has hugged you from behind before, it was a hell of a day, he's kinda overstimulated, he's got his face in your neck, and is just leaning on you a bit. Please let him rest there for a bit, even if he's kinda heavy.

As for when he does kiss you though

I think Haitham's kisses are like cute little pecks on your temples or your head, or the juncture of your neck and shoulder. I don't think they're very common either.

If it's anywhere else he's probably got ulterior motives

But that's okay because he's your husband

(yes even when it's on your pulse)

(especially when it's on your pulse)

While he is mostly private, he will absolutely state his claim if necessary

I don't think Al-Haitham is a very jealous guy

he trusts you, he understands that for the most part you know how to handle yourself (sometimes you need help when hilichurls are involved)

however he doesn't exactly trust strangers

so if someone wants to try their luck, and can't take a hint, he will absolutely be by your side, with a hand on your lower back as he excuses the two of you and guides you along

That hand of his stays there the whole way home.

if you aren't picking up on the fact that this person is trying to hit on you: I think he'd only watch for a little bit, curious if you're going to pick up on it, before appearing to help you exit (especially if you look tired)

[worriedvision]

Being a single parent - Al-Haitham

Gender neutral reader, reader and Al-haitham have a child together. Angst here, no deaths but a breakup is here. Reader is a medical doctor, and works from home (basically the patients go to their home).

--

When you had your baby with Al-Haitham, you had been pleasantly surprised by the fact your boyfriend was becoming more approachable - well, at least towards you and your child. At the start of the life of having a child, Al-Haitham was cherishing it. The moments he had time to be with you and your child, when it wasn't too busy at work.

Inevitably, however, an emergency had breached the peacefulness. He had to get back to work, and you were struggling to get your patients seen to at once while keeping an eye on your child. When your boyfriend is home, he's not as attentive - turning his earpiece on so he couldn't hear your baby screaming and the complaints of your patients not exercising any patience. When you call out asking for him to please keep an eye on your child while you see patients, he pretends he didn't hear you while he continues to read. The first time he did this, you thought he simply had a horrible day at work, but unfortunately this was your norm now.

Truth be told, it somehow felt like he was more difficult to look after than your child. He would roll his eyes when you ask him if he can look after your child more often while you arrange time slots for patients, saying his job is more important than yours before walking out of the door. It felt like you were intruding in his space, and your child was upset to sense this as well. You note how your child stops cooing when the door opens, almost as if the child knew your boyfriend didn't want to hear a pin drop once he got home.

It got to the point that you had to move out, leaving him. He doesn't even bat an eye, holding out his hand for your copy of his keys, before returning to his book reading. Thankfully, you had your bags packed - and Tighnari was more than happy to help you carry your bags to Gandarva ville.

You continue your work as a stay-at-home doctor, and it was going well - your child was more like it's usual self, now as vocal as you'd expect a child to be. Your patients were more than happy for your child to be in the same room, understanding you were now operating as a single parent. Tighnari was kind enough to offer you one of the spare rooms, under the condition that he would eventually begin to get rent from you.

It was going well, until someone found out about your childs father.

--

Al-Haitham had a few enemies, some people that wanted something only he could offer. Nothing he had was going to be given out with a 'pretty please', and he wasn't going to personally gain from these people. Kaveh had moved back in, struggling to live by himself, and Al-Haitham thought he would just be the usual roommate he was.

"How's the baby?" Kaveh asks, Al-Haitham shrugging. "...I was told by-"

"My family business is none of yours." He curtly replies, hearing a knock on the door before going to answer it. To his confusion, there's nobody there.

The person who had knocked wanted mora from Al-Haitham, knowing he had plenty of it, and they were not too kind to stay away from those who he may cherish. When they hear about Al-Haitham having a baby, they decide to eavesdrop on any conversation that mentions this. Through this, they discover who you are and the fact you operate from the same place you live. A sinister smirk on their face, they decide to look for you.

--

Your first interaction with this individual was none out of the ordinary. A typical patient, someone who happened to be especially prone to falling over. Carrying out your usual tests, you note their sight flickering over to your baby before darkening for a moment.

"Oh, I'm sorry. I have to keep an eye on my little gremlin. I can take them away if it bothers you." You rub the back of your neck, the patient shaking their head and smiling.

"It's nothing - your child was silent."

They leave after paying for their appointment, and you can't shake off the feeling they are after your baby. Picking up your baby, you head over to Tighnari before explaining the situation. He nods in understanding, gesturing for you to come into his house as Cyno just so happens to be there.

--

Al-Haitham lands up getting contacted regarding the suspicious individual. He rolls his eyes when he's being informed that this mora-grabbing person he had several conversations with was making more empty threats until Cyno stomps on his foot.

"They targeted your child and your ex." Cyno cuts through, Alhaitham processing the news. "Do a favour for me, next time look around before you discuss your child so openly."

"I haven't spoken about the child." Alhaitham refutes.

"What a catch you are, Alhaitham." Kavehs huffs from his room. "Your poor ex deserves a better father than you."

"Well, they moved out on their own accord." Alhaitham bickers back. "I don't have time to-"

"You impregnated _, so sorry but you really should." Kavehs growls.

"...How is _?" Alhaitham asks

"They're safe." Cyno replies. "Stay out of their life. You've done enough as is."

--

[scribe-not-sage]

It was warm, unusually warm and cozy. Kaveh's eyes fluttered as he slowly stirred awake.

<When did I fall asleep? I don't remember going to bed and why is my pillow so firm?>

He opened eyes, blinking sleepily as he looks up only to find Haitham, fast asleep.

<....Haitham?...>

Kaveh frowned in confusion, still hazy from his sleep. He looked around and his widen slowly in realisation that he had fallen asleep on the scribe!

< Oh shit. OH FUCK. What did I doooooo?????>

Kaveh's cheeks heats up as he panicked on what to do.

< Maybe I could slowly get off him? And pretend it never happened? >

Wrong. He couldn't. Haitham's arm was wrapped around his waist and one of Haitham's leg was hooked around his own.

< Shit. I am so screwed. Oh Archons, just end me already.>

Kaveh continued to wonder what to do, his cheeks dusted with a pinkish hue.

< and does he have to look like a perfectly carved sculpture even in his sleep? The archons truly are unfair! >

- @ask-kaveh-official

[It seemed Kaveh's movements stirred Haitham, as he brought his free hand to rub his eyes. As he grazed his earpieces, he groaned and slid them off. As he rubbed the back of his ear, he opened his eyes, looking down at Kaveh, staring at him for a moment as he processed what happened.]

[indilaras]

crossdressing haitham x bi disaster cyno, inspired by this post! I also put in some not-so-sneaky references ehe

ID: a drawing of Cyno and Alhaitham from Genshin Impact. Cyno is the only one fully colored; he is blushing and wide eyed, with an exclamation mark and three hearts in pink, purple, and blue around him. Alhaitham is not fully colored save for his eyes, and there are seven of him in various clothes. Unless specified otherwise, he keeps his soundproof earpieces. On the bottom left corner, he is in a dress, with flowers in his hair. Above that, he is wearing a hijab with a brooch, and he is tapping his chin, looking aside. On the top left, he is wearing a sweater, a long skirt, hair clips, and rectangular glasses; he's smiling and has stacks of books in his arms. On the top middle, he has much longer hair and does not have his earpieces, and he is winking; there is text pointing at him saying "wig #1". Below that is him wearing clothing inspired by female Eremites, holding the handle of a hidden weapon. His hair is slicked back. On the top right, he is in a shoulder-less dress and thigh-high garters; he is sitting with one leg over the other, holding a cup of wine. Below that, he is holding a mug with steam coming out of it, smiling and looking up; his earpieces are off, his hair is shoulder-length, and the text pointing at him says "wig #2". On the bottom right, he has on a looser hijab, a long-sleeved long dress, and glasses. He has his hand up, adjusting his hijab. End ID.

[alluringlight]

Alhaitham x Reader

Warnings: NOT pre-established relationship, can be read platonically, Alhaitham is overstimulated and very heavily implied to be neurodivergent, reader is also implied to be ND at the end, fluff or kind of hurt/comfort? it's just haitham getting overstimulated by everyone at the Akademiya and reader stepping in to give him a reprieve, also no (Y/N) or [Name] used you're just referred to as 'you' so it is gender neutral

WC: 1191

Anyone could tell that the Acting Grand Sage was uncomfortable. Or at least, that was your reasoning as to why you stepped in. You didn’t know Alhaitham that well, having only dealt with him through paperwork and never actually having met him face to face before, so you were a bit nervous about being presumptuous…but with how uncomfortable he seemed, you put aside your pride and told yourself you were simply helping out a regular colleague. 

As for his part, Alhaitham was having a disastrous day. His soundproof earpieces were broken, courtesy of a drunken squabble with his roommate the previous night, and everyone in the Akademiya was getting on his nerves. The voices of hopeful scholars and researchers seeking funding had been drilling into his brain since early in the morning, and he had a pounding headache, not to mention how bad his ears hurt since everything was so loud. He had forgotten just how sensitive they were, having taken his peaceful existence with his earpieces for granted. Once more, he had been stopped by a researcher, on his way back to his office, so now he stood in the hall, pretending he had any interest in the person in front of him. Internally, he just wanted to bang his head into the wall; he knew he was being irrational, which made him feel even worse since logic and rationale were his own slice of divinity. 

“Excuse me, so sorry to interrupt,” You sidled up to the two, immediately capturing the attention of the researcher that you cut off, you gave him an apologetic look as you continued speaking. “I’m going to have to steal the Acting Grand Sage from you; we’ve got an emergency meeting that you’re going to make him late for.” 

“What?! We’re having an important conversation, I’m sure you can wait just a few minutes. You can’t just demand his presence.” The researcher was getting on your nerves, sure you were lying, but he didn’t know that, yet he was still being so rude to you. 

“Look, I know and I apologize, but this meeting was tabled last week due to scheduling conflicts and today’s the only day this week we’ve managed to squeeze in the time.” You tried to give the guy an apologetic smile, but he was getting on your nerves enough that it was a bit hard to muster up. 

The guy scoffed, “Surely, since this meeting was tabled in the first place it can wait a few minutes.” 

Your smile dropped and you eyed him, giving him an unimpressed look. “I didn’t want to do this, but I will pull rank so to speak if you won’t let this go. As most situations are, this one has only gotten worse as it’s been put off, so I’d appreciate it if you let it go. I’m sure if you write up your request and send it through the proper channels it’ll get to the Acting Grand Sage all the same, if you want you can put the request in my office’s mailbox and I’ll deliver it to him myself.” 

The researcher seemed to shrink in on himself a bit, and you knew you assumed correctly, he was needling Alhaitham now since whatever request he had couldn’t go through the regular channels, or it had already been shot down. As he stuttered over himself apologizing for delaying your meeting, you gave him another easy smile. 

Alhaitham watched the exchange patiently, he didn’t want to interfere as he didn’t want to talk and in general he didn’t know you that well, but he knew you had worked with the matra before on a couple of plagiarism cases; he distinctly remembered Cyno mentioning you in relation to a recent case. Since the General Mahamatra himself trusted you, Alhaitham followed you, although begrudgingly as he really just wanted to make an excuse to leave early. In all honesty, he had no idea what meeting you were talking about, but he could care less if it at least got him away from that incessant guy. 

You easily detached the Sage from the researcher, once again waving at him in apology as you tried to look like you were rushing off to do something important. You didn’t say anything at all to Alhaitham as the two of you quickly walked to your own office. It was cozy, with a small two-seater couch in addition to the large desk that was laden with your work. You said nothing as you closed the door and then made quick work of shutting the curtains and turning on the small desk lamp, leaving the small sofa in semi darkness. 

“Uh…I should have some…?” You spoke mostly to yourself, as you were slightly nervous at having the Acting Grand Sage in your office, but you dutifully dug around in your desk until you came upon your own ear defenders. “Here, they’re probably not as comfortable as your earpieces, and they aren’t completely soundproof, but they should work. No one will bother you in here and you’re welcome to lay down if you want. I’m just going to be working on paperwork, but if you need background noise you’re welcome to root through my spin crystals to find one to play.” You didn’t give it much else thought, and settled into your desk chair, easily finding a rhythm as you started scribbling through your work. 

Alhaitham stood there for a long second before he snapped himself out of his stupor, sliding the headphones on and settling onto the couch, propping his head up with an arm and closing his eyes to give them a rest. 

His immediate thought was that you wanted something from him, and consequently wanted him in your debt, but as he glanced at you through squinted eyes, he discarded this notion. The fact that you weren’t paying any attention to him gave him relief, you weren’t analyzing him to make sure he was grateful, and he was finally getting his first reprieve of the day. Although he was very much caught off guard by your kindness, it was much appreciated. 

Alhaitham couldn’t help by briefly think of why this kindness was unusual to him; as a child growing up, acting more adult than boy, not being able to stand loud conversations, not being able to tolerate eating soups or bread that was soggy, he was called a difficult child by those who looked after him - his teacher, his neighbor, but never his grandmother. She always retained a kindness, simply saying his brain worked in a different way than her own, so of course he had different ways of acting and different ways of thinking. 

Alhaitham couldn’t help but also come to the hypothesis that you too were different like him; how else would you have spotted him shutting down whereas everyone else saw his normal, stoic exterior? How else would you have been able to help? Or give him peace and quiet for once when everyone seemed to clamor for his approval today? It made him appreciate your quiet presence, diligently scanning through papers and signing as needed, all the more. 

[glitterguts13]

Some fluff with pregnant Alhaitham getting spoiled by his partners Kaveh and Wriothesley after having a difficult day?

Fluff fluff fluff fluff

Irritation radiated off the Scribe the moment he walked through his front door. Jaw clenched tight, shoulders tense and his body set ridged. He drops his belongings next to the door, kicks off his shoes, and goes straight for his bed.

AlHaitham hears Kaveh call him from the kitchen, but is in no state to respond. All he can think about is his bed, lying down and forgetting everything for a few precious hours.

By the time Kaveh had turned off the stove and gathered Wriothesley, AlHaitham was already curled up in bed. Back to the door, all they can see is the top of his and the outline of his tense form.

"Haitham?" Kaveh edges closer, crawling onto the bed beside his lover. Still, no response. AlHaitham's eyes were closed, but Kaveh knew he wasn't sleeping, and gently removed his earpiece.

"What happened?" Wrio joins quickly, kneeling on the other side of Kaveh, running his fingers through Alhaitham's slightly messy hair. There's worry in his voice, even more so when he sees how tightly the scribe is wrapped around his swollen belly. Hands running over his middle, soothing the unborn baby inside.

"Tell me what happened." Wrio continued to card his fingers through his lover's hair, while Kaveh rubbed his shoulder to let him know he was there as well, and listening.

"Just...a long day."

"Did something happen at work?" Kaveh chews his lip nervously, he wants his lover to just come out and say what the problem is, but he knows nagging him will only make him shut down further. Thankfully, AlHaitham didn't seem to be in the mood to dodge questions.

"Being questioned on if I can still do my work properly. They know they can't replace me, but they aren't quiet about their distaste," AlHaitham grumbles, pulling around himself tighter, "They think I can't hear them. Several people were gossiping about what a terrible parent I'll be." it had been a sore spot since the start of his pregnancy, one he'd reluctantly opened up about months prior. Alhaitham was well aware he wasn't the tender, motherly type, but Kaveh and Wrio never once thought he would be anything less than a perfect parent.

"Who said it." Wrio all but growls.

"Doesn't matter. Making a big deal out of it is worse than letting it go." AlHaitham wasn't wrong, but his lovers still didn't enjoy knowing there were people opening shit talking their precious lover.

"How about I go out and get your favorite dinner?" Wrio offers, but AlHaitham shakes his head.

"I'm not very hungry." Kaveh nestles down into the bed, wrapping himself around AlHaitham and nuzzling into the back of his neck.

"What if I make something light and bring it to you in bed? Wrio picked up some books from Fontaine, we could read to you some if you'd like." going still, AlHaitham thinks for a moment, before nodding. Wrio grins, pressing a kiss to his forehead before trotting off to find the stash of goodies he'd brought home. Kaveh untangles himself, quickly returning to the kitchen to finish dinner.

Within the hour, Wrio has AlHaitham nestled comfortably against his chest, reading aloud. A book on the history and legends of Fontaine, something AlHaitham had been curious about since they'd started dating. Kaveh is in front of him, spooning soup into his mouth. Despite his protest that he was more than capable of feeding himself, the blonde had sulked and insisted on doing it instead.

It was rare for AlHaitham to allow himself to be spoiled, but as he took mouthfuls of soup and warm bread and listened to Wrio's voice reading passages from one of the books, AlHaitham decides to allow himself to indulge more often.

[grimmweepers]

cinnamon, vanilla, and lovesick for ryuthaim🤭 pretty please!!

omg thank you flora for the question!!! i kiss u a million times

selfship ask games

cinnamon ৻ꪆ what pet names do they call you? what pet names do you call them?

i’m not very creative with pet names so i usually call him haithie, lovie, baby, or haitham! he basically calls me the same so baby, ryu (but with a slight melodic cadence to it), honey and fungus if he feels like teasing ^_^

vanilla ৻ꪆ what do they keep on their nightstand? what do you keep on yours?

oh my nightstand you’ll find my glasses case, a stack of dark romance books, my wired earphones, a lip balm, a perfume bottle (for decor) and probs an empty snack packet bc i do the unthinkable and sometimes snack in bed sowry!!!! can you tell i’m not a minimalist lmfao. on his nightstand is definitely his earpieces, an even bigger stack of books (less books but bigger in thickness), i see nail clippers, and an empty glass of water

lovesick ৻ꪆ what’s their biggest kink(s)? and yours?

you sly fox, you

hm it’s hard to say what our biggest kinks are but i will vouch that alhaitham loves edging (giving and receiving) and breeding (istg the first time he nutted in me it permanently changed the trajectory of his life. he doesn’t do it often because of pregnancy risks but it makes him feel so possessive. i can tell from the way he’s white-knuckling my waist). he partakes in some good ole brat taming, pussyjobs, and idk if this is even a kink but he is so into dry humping. he hates soiling his pants but he loves kissing me so when one thing leads to another…

i pretty much share the same kinks as him but i can be a bit a lot of an exhibitionist 👀 and i feel like it’s heightened when he becomes a scribe. i love being watched, being completely bare when he isn’t, sneaking around when with the potential of getting caught, doing it in inconvenient spaces, and i love seeing his restraint getting chipped away. i also like a teensy bit of light bondage (giving and receiving) <3 oh i know it’s not a kink but i just love his cum :] you know that one post that said like “my favourite type of animal is a man cumming” THAT’S ME LMFAOOAOAIA

[tklpilled]

thinking about ... how kaveh most definitely knows allll the ways to wreck alhaitham, paying attention to how light his dragging nails should be on sensitive underarms, finding the correct divot on the squirming ribcage, and doing so while whispering right onto his very ticklish ears. alhaitham may have him beat in size and strength, but kaveh knows the effect, or rather the power, he has over his "roommate" in terms of making him weak.

THIS IS SO!!! i love the hc that haitham has super sensitive ears and kaveh loves whispering next to them or blowing on them bc a) it tickles to no end and b) it gets haitham super flustered and it's absolutely adorable. the real reason he wears those earpieces all the time /j

[malon235]

Sunday Warmth

A #haikaveh threadfic

It's unusual for Haitham to be called into work on a Sunday. His regular hours don't deviate much from a regular schedule, but an additional day off in the middle of the week is enough to convince him to return to the scribe's desk on an off day every once in a while.

The sun is still stubbornly below the horizon when he wakes. The darkness of the bedroom doesn't change even when he rubs the sleep out of his eyes and stretches his arms out until his elbows pop softly.

He slips from the bed as quietly as possible, mourning the loss of the warmth of the blankets around his bare shoulders as goosebumps bloom along his arms.

Using only the light of the moon streaming in from the window, he pulls on his clothing, set out the night before in an attempt to make getting ready easier and quieter.

There's a noise from the bed, a soft shuffle of blankets and a muffled groan.

"Hnnngh... Haitham?" Kaveh whines, slipping an arm from beneath the blankets to feel around the now empty side of the bed. When his hand finds nothing but air, he whimpers in his sleep, fingers grasping at Haitham's empty pillow.

It's enough to make his heart stutter in his chest and his breath catch in his throat. Haitham quickly crosses the room to the opposite side of the bed, sitting down on the edge and leaning over to press his lips to the side of Kaveh's head. "I'm right here," he whispers, pressing his forehead against tousled blonde hair. "I have work today, remember?"

Kaveh whimpers again, burrowing further down in the blankets. "I'm cold," Kaveh murmurs pressing his face into his pillow. The room is chilly, they both prefer sleeping with the window open to let in the breeze and make up for the cooler temperature by sharing their blankets.

"I know, but you'll have to make due without me," Haitham replies softly with another kiss to Kaveh's head. "I've got to get going."

"Mmmm... I'll miss you..." Kaveh's words are muffled by the pillow, but they're still clear enough for Haitham to hear them through his earpieces. His lips turn upwards in a small smile, his heart warmed by the sentiment. With one final kiss, Haitham stands, pulling the woven quilt back up over Kaveh's shoulders and tucking them in tightly.

He turns towards the doorway but pauses for a moment, looking back at the dark lump on the bed that is Kaveh, curled up under the thick blankets. With a sigh, he unbuckles his cloak from his shoulders and lays it overtop the quilt, adding just a bit more warmth and comfort onto the bed.

Kaveh sighs deeply, slipping back into slumber easily, and Haitham smiles once again.

A long day of work is ahead of him, and the sooner he gets going, the faster he'll be able to return home.

[genshinteapot]

Dark Noises

It's another damn argument. Kaveh got drunk, began spouting nonsense about 'romance' and 'debt' and Alhaitham couldn't be assed to care.

'Stop drinking', he would say.

'I can't!' Kaveh would sob back, hands clenched into fists and he hit them against the table.

'Stop going to the tavern then.' Seems like a simple solution, right?

'I can't!' Kaveh would insist he can't stay away.

Alhaitham has had it. He can't put up with this any more. The Scribe leans back in his seat, across from the Architect. "I can't help someone who doesn't want help." A roll of his eyes, he stands up from his seat and takes up his book from the table.

"You can't leave me here!" Kaveh sobbed out rather loudly. He hit his fists against the table again, though this time with more force. He sounded almost... angry. "You can't, you can't, you CAN'T!!"

"Watch me." A simple quip, a shrug of his shoulders, Alhaitham continued to leave the living room. He feels hands on his shoulders, preventing him from leaving. "Kaveh, let go."

"I'm not touching you?" Kaveh sounded almost confused. Alhaitham was tired of playing these games. He glanced towards the side, expecting to see a human hand having grabbed him...

Much to his surprise, it wasn't. Elongated black claws had gripped onto him, the digits rapping against his torso. Alhaitham blinked once, twice, still they remained. He then turned his head around, and almost like magic, the elongated black claws vanished.

"Haitham...?" Kaveh questioned quietly, tilting his head a bit. "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine." Alhaitham responded with a furrowed brow. What in Teyvat was that...?

"Alhaitham, are you okay?" Kaveh questioned once more, though his voice sounded... garbled. Alhaitham perked his head up and glanced towards his partner. "Al-Hai-tham." Each syllable was annunciated with an odd gargled noise, like Kaveh had something in the back of his throat. His eyes rolled back, the whites turned black.

"Alhaitham..."

It wasn't even Kaveh's voice that time. It was something deeper, throated... scratchy, almost. The blond had stood up from the couch, and the way his hips lead him up with his torso leaning back from the upward motion before finally standing up rigidly straight. It was like he didn't even have a spine.

Black ooze began to drip from Kaveh's fingers, each drop sounding like an echo... like one is in a cave. Loud, lingering, reverberating. It made Alhaitham's head hurt.

"This is a dream." the Scribe stated loudly, reaching a hand up to place upon his earpiece-- only to find that it wasn't there. For only half a second he felt panic, but knowing this was a dream allowed him to calm once again. "You're just a figment of my imagination, you're not the real Kaveh. You're not the man I love."

"Am I not...?" 'Kaveh' questioned, his expression turning to one of hurt. Black tears began to trickle from his eyes, jaw clenched and retched little snorts escape him. He took a step closer, the sound of his foot hitting the carpet was like a hammer on a nail. Loud, quick, WHACK.

Alhaitham flinched as it assaulted his ear. He reached both of his hands up, to cover his ears, but that didn't seem to keep out the consistent dripping noise... each step taken was a loud WHACK... and that obnoxious snorting he was doing was turning into wicked little cackles.

It's just a dream, it's just a dream, it's just a dream--

Close your eyes, calm, focus--

WAKE UP!!

"You can't escape me that easily."

The voice was inside of Alhaitham's skull. His eyes snap back open, and everything was black. He quickly took a glance around. Nothing was illuminated... nothing had any sort of outline to indicate that things were there... it was as if he was just...

Floating...

Floating in pure nothingness with an unknown platform of some kind underneath him.

Alhaitham kept his hands pressed to his ears, taking a step forward. The way his foot clicked on the platform, it was likely made out of glass... or ceramic... something that sounded like it would break with relative ease if he wasn't careful. His footsteps were so loud with each step taken, causing his head to throb.

Shouldn't you not feel pain in your dreams? Isn't that one of the things with dreams? Right? Now Alhaitham was having second thoughts. He is dreaming, right? This isn't some kind of horrific hallucination because of something he ate...

Right?

"You shouldn't be here..."

It was a woman's voice that echoed in the darkness around him. Alhaitham narrowed his eyes a bit, finally taking his hands from his ears.

Another step forward, though this time there was a definite splash. He stumbled forward a bit, the 'bottom' of this odd body of water having been lower than the platform he was walking on. The ripples on the water extended outward with his rustling of it, the Scribe watching quietly as it continued...

On and on and on... endlessly, it seemed.

Alhaitham glanced behind him, and he could see the ripples of the water extending out that way as well. He attempted to take a step back onto the platform he was on previously... but after having turned away from the body of water something grabbed him.

Elongated black claws wrapped around his face, one of these clawed hands had grabbed one of his wrists, one snagged his cape, one of his ankles, and a much larger one wrapped around his waist. With a sudden pull from the hands, Alhaitham is falling back into the water.

The sound of the splash was deafening, the water itself was icy cold, instincts had him shutting his eyes tight and holding his breath.

Wake up, wake up, wake up!! This is a dream, just WAKE UP!!

"You can't escape me that easily~."

Again, that same haunting voice. Something that was dark and blatantly malicious. Was this another project by a researcher, perhaps?

"That's not what this is."

The woman's voice spoke out among the sounds of the water. Alhaitham opened his eyes, and a pair of glowing eyes stared back at him. They were a bright, piercing blue...

He sucked in a sharp breath, though was surprised when oxygen filled his lungs rather than fluids. A few extra breathes, to ease him from his previous holding, he stared at those eyes as they gazed at him.

"You think this is a game, huh?"

The eyes blink, and suddenly the water is gone. Alhaitham is laying flat against the platform he was on previous, though his hands tell him it's not glass that he's laying on, nor is it ceramic. It's something rough, something he's touched before but can't seem to put a name to the texture.

Alhaitham pushed himself up into a sitting position, taking a glance down at himself and realizing that... despite the fact he was previously in water, his clothing is miraculously dry. He trails a hand up his torso, just to mentally confirm it...

Just as his hand comes to rest at his torso, jaws suddenly sink into his forearm. Pearly white teeth that jutted from a sludgy black jaw, it yanks at his arm. Alhaitham didn't hear nor see the creature coming, though was ready to attack. He holds his left hand out, to call upon a Dendro sword he could attack with-- only to find that nothing happened.

Another jerk from the jaws, Alhaitham quickly looks to where his Vision usually resides... to find that it's not there. A sick feeling was beginning to fill his stomach... a third yank of the jaws and a sharp pain shoots up from where the jaws had latched onto him. Alhaitham puts his focus on the pair of jaws, reaching his hand out to grab at the muzzle and try to wrangle it off of him.

It pulls, and yanks, and Alhaitham can't get it dislodged. Blood fills his nose, each drip that drops onto the ground causes that same painful echoing. Until finally, the jaws rip the flesh and meat from his arm. The Scribe felt his face go cold, seeing blood drip from it's jaws, the teeth that were once pearly white were stained in dark red. It chewed and smacked at the flesh in it's mouth, making this disgusting noise of contentment.

Alhaitham quickly held his arm to his chest, cradling it with his other hand, he could feel the blood seeping through his fingers.

IT'S JUST A DREAM, PLEASE WAKE UP!!

"I'm not done with you just yet~..."

Alhaitham felt something being wrapped around his neck, quickly reaching up to try and grab at whatever it was. Rope? No, the texture is wrong. It's almost leathery, but not quite. It yanks at Alhaitham, causing him to choke and be forced onto his back. It keeps a tight grip on him, not allowing him to be able to slip his fingers underneath to try and remove his from his throat.

In the inkling of the darkness, Alhaitham is able to make out an outline coming towards him. Long limbs, a jagged smile with those red-stained teeth, elongated claws at the end of it's limbs, a long slithery body.

It's not a monster he finds familiar, the way it so effortlessly blends into the blackness of everything around them. It comes closer...

And closer...

And closer...

Until it's at Alhaitham's feet, however it stays just out of his range of being able to kick it.

"He's just a human, leave him alone."

It was the woman's voice, having come back. The creature only gave a wicked grin. A long tongue slithered out from between it's teeth, and just like it's teeth, white and stained with blood.

It leans in closer, and Alhaitham attempts to kick it-- only for it to hold both of his legs down with it's spindly limbs. He struggled, but with the thing around his neck tightening and cutting off his ability to breathe, he stilled.

What does he do?? What the FUCK is he going to do?? What is this thing going to do to him?

Alhaitham quickly finds one answer, in that the creature's jaws suddenly bite into his abdomen-- and rips out his flesh and guts.

He screamed for all of half a second, before blood is quickly coming up his throat and choking him. He coughs and chokes, turning his head to the side to allow the blood to drain-- and the creature takes another bite.

Another wave of pain, another wave of blood flooding his mouth.

Through it all, Alhaitham feels the creature move his legs apart-- and at first he doesn't think much of it... until there's a sharp stabbing sensation. Like someone had taken a knife and stabbed him in the perineum. It hurt-- it hurt so badly--

It was shoved further and further in, Alhaitham could only scream in agony. He then felt it in his stomach area... wiggling around and twisting up whatever organs hadn't been ripped out from those menacing jaws. Then it pressed against his actual stomach, and suddenly he had the urge to vomit.

It pressed and prodded and eventually stabbed through it. Alhaitham's body responded by jolting and attempting to throw up, but nothing would come up... not even blood. He sucked in a sharp gasp, and....

Could feel it in the back of his throat.

His heartrate was accelerating, breathing coming in quick, sharp pants, each inhale he could FEEL IT... lingering in the back of his throat.

Then it started moving again. Alhaitham couldn't even scream this time. It came out of his mouth and it was drenched in blood. One of those elongated black claws... a singular claw. The way it slithered out, curled back around...

And then stabbed one of Alhaitham's eyes.

Such an intense stinging sensation, along with all of the pain...

He wanted to die, this was too much. Just make it all STOP!

STOP STOP STOP!!

"Alhaitham?" That's Kaveh's voice.

I want to go home!! I want to go back to Kaveh!! Let me GO!!

"Haitham?? Haitham!!"

"Let him go, now!"

The female's voice echoed once more...

And then Alhaitham's eyes snapped open. He sat up straight in bed, patting at his mouth, his torso, his arm, before ripping off the blanket and feeling around his groin area.

"Haitham??" Kaveh's voice reached his ears, and he sounded so genuinely concerned. "Haitham, you're okay... it was just a dream..."

The blond reached a hand out, to gently brush some of Alhaitham's hair from his face... but is startled as the man suddenly clings to him. Kaveh is frozen for a moment, mind whirling by what he could have seen to have him react like this... though soon returns the embrace, even going so far as to gently pet Alhaitham's head.

"Hey~..." Kaveh cooed out softly, leaning his head against Alhaitham's. He could feel the other man beginning to shake in his hold. "It's okay~... I got you now~... you're safe with me, don't you worry~."

Those blood red eyes catch something moving out of the corner of his vision, flicking his gaze over to see what it might have been.

On their window seal, is a tiny little scorpion. It just sits right outside of the window... bright, piercing blue and it looks like the little thing got wet, because the seal itself is damp and the window had water droplets on it.

Wasn't because of rain, because the weather had been clear all day... how odd.

Kaveh shifts his gaze down to Alhaitham for a moment, nuzzling against him, before shifting his gaze back to the window seal...

Only to find that the scorpion itself was gone... and so was the dampness on the seal and the droplets on the window.

The Architect furrowed his brows in confusion for a moment, but chalked it up to being his imagination. "Haitham, why don't we get some coffee, mm~? That might help you calm down a little from this bad dream of yours~."

Alhaitham didn't want to move. He only clung tighter to Kaveh.

[scribe-not-sage]

The door squeaked open as Kaveh entered. He clicked his tongued.

"Gotta get that fixed." He grumbled.

He placed his keys in the dish beside the door, on top of the shoe rack and he headed to meet Haitham.

"Hey. I am back!!" He whispered as approached the living room with a bag full of food.

-@ask-kaveh-official

[Haitham was lying with an arm over his eyes on the sofa, his earpieces still on the table, though he had taken his coat off, with the cable between the earpieces and the small box curled on the table with the earpieces and the box at either side.]

Hm?