So maybe I'm a little late on this one. I did fully intend to post this list around the holidays like usual, but around the end of last year I hit a major reading slump around the time that my interest in xv as my main otp began to wane. Despite that, I still really wanted to get one final list done, since 3 is a nice number! It just took me like 6 and a half extra months to get done no big deal lol
As with any rec list, mind any tags and warnings, and if anything isn't for you, that's okay! Now without further ado, here are 10 fics that I read in 2025/26 that I think other xvx fans would enjoy!
Past Years: 2023, 2024
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my only friend through teenage nights, by mtskou (@mtskou)
[Teen, 18.3k, One-Shot]
“You used to play your original songs a lot,” Xiao says softly, tracing the knuckles of his left hand. “Why don’t you do that anymore?”
Barbatos takes a moment to answer. “I guess I wasn’t sure anyone wanted to hear them.”
“I did,” Xiao says, surprising himself with how immediate his response is. “I liked them all.”
“Oh,” says Barbatos.
After eight years of silently listening to the radio show that saved his life as a teenager, Xiao finally calls in after the host, Barbatos, disappears for a week. He expects that to be the only time he calls, but Barbatos seems to have other plans. One thing leads to another, and Xiao ends up calling the station each week – until a disastrous realisation at Barbatos’s first live performance.
in other words: xiaoven radio au 😋
Last year I went on a spree of reading road trip aus, because they have this Vibe to them that I’m kind of obsessed with, and while not entirely the same, I think radio aus fall into a very similar area for me. Which is to say that I loved the quiet, slow-tech mundanity that shaped Xiao’s nightly routine listening to Venti’s witching hour broadcast, even after said routine was sent veering off track. Even in the midst of a major reading slump, this fic managed to pull me in with not only its premise, but characterization that felt very classic xvx to me, which I absolutely adored. Also, shoutout to the author’s aroace xv propaganda, I see you and I love you (platonically).
“I am not a ‘kid’,” the boy spits, drawing himself up to his full height of whatever feet and nothing inches. “The name given to me is Xiao, though some mortals know me better as the Conqueror of Demons—” he throws his head back defiantly, which is adorable, “—I am a yaksha in the eternal service of the people of Liyue, favoured by Rex Lapis, not some glorified troubadour.”
Verr blinks.
“Wow you’re... you’re an insane person, aren’t you?” She says.
✧
Verr Goldet has run the Wangshu Inn alongside her husband for almost a decade. Their oldest patron insists he was there first.
Or, the building of a sanctuary. Told in olive branches refused, taken, and freely given.
While not a xvx fic on pretty much any technicality, this is a must-read for any Xiao lover (which how could any of us not be!) Xiao was released under the banner titled “Invitation to Mundane Life,” and this fic perfectly embodies the journey that he was promised to take. As Xiao is gradually pulled out of his hermitage and unwittingly grows closer to Verr Goldet and the newest generation of Wangshu Inn staff, he learns to navigate change and loss in a more human way than before, and comes to realize that there are people who pray for his safe return from every battle he fights. The couple of xv crumbs that the author has sprinkled in are just an extra bonus.
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never dreamed of nobody like you, by merthurlin (Bluesky: @/merthurlin.bsky.social)
[Teen, 32.4k, One-Shot]
“Freedom, huh?” Cecili murmurs. “Is this what this is? Not having my memories—is that freedom?” He’s worrying the grass between his fingers, tearing out some of it in absentmindedness.
“For some, it might be,” Xiao says, echoing his earlier thoughts. “Do you think that’s what freedom means for you, Cecili?”
The bard lets out a small, wry laugh. “What do I know of freedom,” he says, and watches as the grass blades drift away in the wind.
A stray amnesiac bard makes a home for himself in Qingce Village. Despite himself, Xiao visits, again and again.
Amnesia, when done well, is such a good vessel to explore who characters are at their core, and when it’s done really well, it can reveal things about the characters around the amnesiac too. Xiao’s “ill-advised summer fling”, as the author puts it in their tags, has romantic tension in spades, but just as many moments of quiet introspection. Qingce Village is brought to life by this intimate story that takes place there, and such a down-to-earth setting helps to ground both of the immortal leads as well as they realize the joy to be found in letting others in and hearing their stories, and how that can save you when the world feels like it’s falling apart. This is by far my favorite xv fic that I’ve ever read, and if you read nothing else on any of my lists, let it be this. Maybe I’m biased, but I would call this XVX Essential Reading.
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the ones who [fly] away from o_____, by Celestialstar3 (Twitter: @/Celestialstar3_)
[Teen, 10.7k, One-Shot]
“...if the wretched one were not there sniveling in the dark, the other one, the flute-player, could make no joyful music...”
— “The Ones Who Walk Away From Omelas”, Ursula K. Le Guin
Venti learns the truth about his hometown, the suffering of one boy preceding the joy and happiness of his tiny town. He sets out to witness it himself, only to realise that simply walking away from it was not enough.
(Can be read as queerplatonic.)
Prior to reading this fic, I was not familiar with the original Omelas story, but upon looking into it I was immediately intrigued by the premise. Much of the biting satire that Ursula K. Le Guin is known for is set aside for this story, but it compensates for that with its own merits. The ideals of Anemo that xv grapple with feel fresh in this fic, as they are approached with minds much younger and more naive than our old men are usually written to be. Yet, even as they yearn for freedom and challenge authority as they always have, there is a certain sadness that comes with reading this fic when childhood is still not far behind me, as the forces that push back against the young protagonists feel much more real than the gods and demons they typically face, and their small hands are only capable of so much.
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For the river's carving path, by kavvueh (@kavvueh)
[Teen, 7k, One-Shot]
Venti turned to him.
"May I say something?" he asked.
"Are you often inclined to ask such a thing?"
Venti laughed. He bumped his wings against Xiao's.
"Your eyes are the color of sweetflowers." He winked. "And your lips taste just as sweet."
For VenXiao Winter Exchange 2025.
‘Utterly romantic’ is the first description that comes to mind for this fic. The regency-inspired setting really allows the yearning associated with courtship to shine through, and though it falls outside of their usual genre kavvueh never fails to hit the mark with the yearning. This work is also for the wingfic lovers, and has all the associated tenderness that one would hope for. An absolute treat from start to finish.
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Maybe no one will notice if I disappear, by thatmifi (@mifeeey)
[Teen, 13.8k, One-Shot]
Author's Original Promo Post!
The young Yaksha at Rex Lapis’ side draws the attention of the Anemo Archon. Or perhaps it’s the Yaksha who can’t help but look skyward first.
OR
Exploring 2000+ years of Teyvat history from the point of view of the Yaksha Xiao and the Anemo Archon Barbatos.
Title from "Seasons" by Wave to Earth
One of my favorite aspects of writing for xv in 2021/2022 was the room for interpretation left in the gaps between canon events that we’ve been given, but these days many of those gaps have been shored up. That’s why it’s always a delight to see authors play around with Teyvat’s history rather than strictly sticking to the source material, and this one gets extra points for the author incorporating my favorite headcanon about Venti’s long slumbers. The slow burn development of xv’s relationship over the centuries also invokes older characterization that I enjoy as Xiao is almost begrudgingly won over by Venti’s antics, and in a way that can be read as either platonic or romantic, which I always love.
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last letter, first memory, by caramel_exe (Twitter: @/caramel_exee)
[Not Rated, 19.2k, One-Shot]
"You returned to me," Venti said, voice soft as wind through leaves. "My Yaksha."
Xiao didn’t hesitate. “I never stopped waiting.”
The breeze circled around them like a promise, brushing against Xiao’s wrist where the letter had once burned cold.
And somewhere, in the hush between heartbeats, the song they’d shared lifetimes ago stirred again, quiet, steady, and whole.
Centuries ago, the wind carried away a letter sealed with an Anemo sigil, meant for a soul that had long since forgotten.
Now, Xiao is an archaeologist with dreams that don't belong to him and a letter written in a language no one else remembers.
He never believed in fate.
But the wind is persistent.
And somewhere out there, someone has been waiting.
The prose is what really stands out about this fic, giving a lonely, yet atmospheric backdrop to Xiao’s journey of self-rediscovery. Archaeology AUs always make a fun way for xv to stay connected across the ages even when their time as we are most familiar with them has come to an end, especially as more of the anemo element’s association with time has been revealed. It’s a quiet read, but definitely a worthwhile one.
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the jaded & the lustrous, by unchartedandunknown (@unchartedandunkown)
[Archive-Locked, Teen, 35.4k, One-Shot]
Bound to Whimsy, a town affected by the magic of the fae, Xiao’s clients are the fair folk. Contract-bound, he paints to please, capturing their immortality on canvas, and tells the difference between the days of eternal winter by each client he receives.
His next client is one who brings the fresh scent of spring flowers with him and a flock of songbirds on his trail. Venti is like any other fair folk of his kind - mysterious and too-charming, removed from the worries a mortal life brings. And yet, his odd portrait request, one never asked for by Xiao before, manages to intrigue him.
But there is no time to wonder about Venti’s portrait. Not when someone close to Xiao goes missing, and he’s forced to face his past once more.
While I am unfamiliar with An Enchantment of Ravens, the novel that this fic takes its worldbuilding inspiration from, I’m obsessed with how the author manages to blend that lore in with that of Teyvat. I dearly miss the ensemble cast stories that we saw more of when Genshin’s cast was smaller, and so seeing other characters like Qiqi, Baizhu, Klee, and Albedo serving a meaningful role in Xiao and Venti’s story is so refreshing in this current era where cameos in xv fics are relegated to the same small selection of characters. With freedom serving as the core of xv’s characters, putting them in a fae world where rules are so easily binding leaves so much room to do fun things with them that the author fully capitalizes on.
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take it or leave it, by orphan_account
[Archive-Locked, Teen, 11.4k, One-Shot]
“How about this,” Venti says. “One day. You don’t even have to leave Liyue. I want you to take a break for twenty-four hours."
“I can’t,” Xiao says. But he wants to, he wants to so badly. It’ll hurt more later, he tells himself firmly, but what if? What if he truly doesn’t need to fight anymore? If he doesn’t take that chance now he’ll never find out.
“Show me Liyue,” Venti pleads. “I’ve traveled so much, but I’ve barely seen any of Liyue. Please, Xiao.”
It's all Xiao needs to cave.
Yet another fic from my backlog, the characterization in this feels vintage but in a way that I still love. There’s a friction between Xiao and Venti that feels natural based on their contrasting personalities, but still leaves room for the fondness that they carry for each other. Both their banter and their softer moments hit a spot that makes me remember how I fell in love with this ship to begin with, all culminating in a confession that has continued to stick with me in the years since I first read it.
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quiet birds in circled flight, by windsgrandode
[Complete, Teen, 26.5k, 7/7 chapters]
“They’re bitter,” he offers. “Ganyu eats them.”
Barbatos’s eyes go round. “Raw?” he says, astonished. “My word.” He pauses, studying the qingxin in deep contemplation. Then he pops a petal into his mouth and immediately gags.
Xiao concludes then and there that the Anemo Archon is an idiot. “I warned you,” he says, utterly unsympathetic.
“That’s true!” Barbatos laughs. He runs a thumb over the bloom, but (thankfully) doesn’t try to eat any more. “I think it’ll grow on me,” he muses, then smiles, as if he’s said something clever.
A selection of memories. Venti and Xiao, from the beginning to the end—and after.
I’m not usually one for bittersweet endings. In fact, that’s why I put this fic off for years despite hearing it praised on multiple occasions, but I’m so glad that I finally gave it a chance. Grief is such a strong theme in Genshin as a whole, but condenses especially in its immortal characters, Xiao and Venti included. The best works I’ve read about them manage to strike a perfect balance between the grief and the joy that a life across millennia will bring, and this work manages that with a quiet warmth that never fully fades even in its darkest moments. This is a fic about holding the things you love close, but also about knowing when it’s time to let go, and I feel as though it’s the perfect way to end this short tradition of mine. Definitely a piece of XVX Essential Reading.
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Once again, I thank anyone who's bothered to read any of these lists, especially when my reviews have only gotten more verbose over time. XV will always hold a special place in my heart, as they're my only otp that I've held for this long and also didn't have some associated experience sour them for me. I dearly hope that even though these characters are ancient history as far as Genshin goes, that people will keep enjoying them and creating for them. Thank you for reading, and much love <3
A collection of letters from Kaveh to Alhaitham over the years.
Read it here!
A sequel to my story 500 Words to Say "I Love You" is here! (A little late to share it here, sorry....) Please enjoy!
A short snippet is below.
To the boy whose eyes flicker like candlelight,
See how easy it is to be poetic? You're in Haravatat, you know. You should act like it. Give it a try!
Anyway, a special day is coming up soon. Can you guess what it's for? I'll give you a hint: it involves us.
Oh, right — and by the time you're reading this letter, we'll be starting the new semester. I can't wait to see you again! I grew even taller over the break, so don't expect to be my height any time soon.
Hmm… Speaking of reading, have you studied An Ode to Khvarena? Oh, why am I asking, you definitely have. It's one of the things I lo like about you. You're honest about your interests.
The reason I bring it up is because I've always thought the desert is incredibly marvelous, full of beautiful stories and ancient technology… I have to start thinking about a thesis for this semester. And I was reading An Ode to Khvarena yesterday, and I thought to myself, "What about the desert?"
Once school is in session again, I'm going to look into Deshret's ancient ruins. Would y Want to join me?
Sincerely,
Kaveh
To you who shines on through the night,
I'm so sorry again that I missed was late to our usual meetup. Like I explained, you know I've been helping our classmates catch up on learning materials. If we're going to have anyone else stay on the research study with us, they need to fully understand the topics.
It took about half a dozen explanations, but once they all grasped it, I was able to lay my head down for a bit. Before I realized it, I was dozing off. And… well. You know the rest.
Still, that's no excuse for disappointing you. I'm sorry for the trouble.
(Did you wait long?)
On another note… I seem to have misplaced my hairpins. You know the thin little red ones? They're my fath favorites. Do you think you could help me look for them? In return, my mother sen I found this interesting spincrystal. I think you'll like the music, so you can have it.
Sorr All the best,
Kaveh
Haitham
Why did you say that? I didn't mean it You're my You were my best friend
I taped our thesis back together. Please ask me to be friends ag I want to be fr
I want you in my l I'm scared of Don't leave me, too Please don't go
But
why would you say that? How could you How dare you
You can find the fic summary and tags here. Below is a snippet from the chapter.** Enjoy!
** This chapter is explicit, but the snippet is not!
"I lied," Alhaitham says, one week later.
"About what?" Kaveh asks, feet kicked up over the other's lap. Aggressively. Alhaitham tried to push them off several times before giving up. They're both on the divan, Alhaitham leaning back on the cushions with a book in hand. (Something about Deshretian language. It sounds boring. They should talk about it over dinner later, see if Alhaitham can convince him otherwise.)
Alhaitham fixes Kaveh with those two-toned eyes of his before shrugging and going back to his reading.
"Hey! Tell me!" Kaveh kicks a foot indignantly. Alhaitham makes a face and (unsuccessfully) attempts to shove Kaveh off him again. "Don't bring something up and leave me hanging!"
"Surely you can figure it out."
"Who the hell can guess based on something so vague? Just tell me."
Alhaitham sighs, but it's the too-shallow kind that Kaveh's learned means he's actually amused, and so it's more like his approximation of a chuckle. "Back when I ordered the soup. I lied."
"Oh my god," Kaveh says, "I knew it. Nobody in their right mind would—"
"You are my type," Alhaitham says, flipping a page. "Painfully, regrettably, exactly my type."
Kaveh feels his breath pulled out from inside him. All he can do is try not to squawk in shock as his heart does a whole gymnast's routine against his ribcage. He looks at the man in front of him and tries to process that, somehow, he has become someone's… well, not everything, but something.
When he manages to get his wits about him again, all he manages to say is, "So, wait, the soup part is real, though? The — the no soup part?"
Alhaitham laughs in that low rumbling way, and Kaveh can feel it in his toes. (They're very close to Alhaitham's chest!)
You can find the fic summary and tags here. Below is a snippet from the chapter.** Enjoy!
** This chapter is explicit, but the snippet is not!
"I lied," Alhaitham says, one week later.
"About what?" Kaveh asks, feet kicked up over the other's lap. Aggressively. Alhaitham tried to push them off several times before giving up. They're both on the divan, Alhaitham leaning back on the cushions with a book in hand. (Something about Deshretian language. It sounds boring. They should talk about it over dinner later, see if Alhaitham can convince him otherwise.)
Alhaitham fixes Kaveh with those two-toned eyes of his before shrugging and going back to his reading.
"Hey! Tell me!" Kaveh kicks a foot indignantly. Alhaitham makes a face and (unsuccessfully) attempts to shove Kaveh off him again. "Don't bring something up and leave me hanging!"
"Surely you can figure it out."
"Who the hell can guess based on something so vague? Just tell me."
Alhaitham sighs, but it's the too-shallow kind that Kaveh's learned means he's actually amused, and so it's more like his approximation of a chuckle. "Back when I ordered the soup. I lied."
"Oh my god," Kaveh says, "I knew it. Nobody in their right mind would—"
"You are my type," Alhaitham says, flipping a page. "Painfully, regrettably, exactly my type."
Kaveh feels his breath pulled out from inside him. All he can do is try not to squawk in shock as his heart does a whole gymnast's routine against his ribcage. He looks at the man in front of him and tries to process that, somehow, he has become someone's… well, not everything, but something.
When he manages to get his wits about him again, all he manages to say is, "So, wait, the soup part is real, though? The — the no soup part?"
Alhaitham laughs in that low rumbling way, and Kaveh can feel it in his toes. (They're very close to Alhaitham's chest!)
my tumblrinas, since i love y'all the most (don't tell twitter), what are we thinking for my next fic update?
to my bones - hkvh
you've got 'fine' written all over you(r car) - hkvh
teal was the color of your eyes - hkvh (nobody pick this pls it's hard to write)
secret fourth answer - kaebedo
Voting ended onJun 4
(note: not including worst in the business bc it's wrapping up on friday)
fic descriptions for context 👇
to my bones: ghost alhaitham x renovator kaveh. a little spooky n atmospheric, with some humor.
you've got 'fine' written all over you(r car): police chief alhaitham x illegal parking kaveh. romcom. they just moved in together last chapter!
teal was the color of your eyes: modern-ish au dual timeline alhaitham x kaveh fic. alhaitham moved on, kaveh didn't, and years later, they meet again and relearn each other. the story also delves into the past to show how they grew apart.
secret fourth answer (kaebedo): romcom. only 2 chapters, just needs some editing.
hi hi, just sliding in your asks to say that hopefully you don't mind me spam commenting your fics recently ':) (it's me, im bookie_ninja on ao3 lmao). i've just really enjoyed your work 💕
a fragment from sky, earth, rumble is now written down in my inspiration notebook. as a reminder that maybe sometimes less is more.
hope you have a great day!
oh trust me, spam commenting is the opposite of a bad time lolol! I always love hearing that one of my stories was enjoyed, there's nothing like getting those emails that show someone couldn't put them down.
omg 🥹🥹 that's cool and i'm honored?? really awesome, i hope it brings a smile to ur face whenever u see it 💕💕
Chapter 4 of Worst in the business is out on ao3! :)
Things get spicy~!
You can find the fic summary and tags here. Below is a snippet from the chapter. Enjoy!
There are boons to the new system that got Kaveh banned.
Namely: Alhaitham Bahati is sitting at one star. (He's close to two — though he's gotten several zero star reviews from other dashers, which is nothing short of hilarious.)
Since Alhaitham's rating is scraping the bottom of the barrel, no other self-respecting delivery workers in the area pick up his morning coffee order, leaving it for Kaveh. Perfect.
Kaveh picks up the drinks and arrives at the house with glee.
"Good morning," he says as the door opens. He takes in Alhaitham's horrible bedhead, the droopy look of his eyes, and his slouched posture. "Or not?"
"Mornings are never good," Alhaitham supplies. His voice is rumbly, like he's just rolled out of bed. It makes Kaveh shiver in all the right ways.
Kaveh drops a latte in his waiting hands. "Explains why you ordered two." He watches as Alhaitham pops the lid off his cup.
"Hm." He replaces it with a frown. "You've ruined the latte art."
Before Kaveh can react — is he supposed to apologize for latte art getting ruined by, like, basic physics? They argue about this every other morning — Alhaitham nods to the other cup.
With a great sigh, Kaveh pops the lid off this one, too. As expected, the foam is all in disarray.
"That's disappointing."
"Well, what did you expect? For it to be different this time?"
"Is that so much to ask for?" Alhaitham looks so put out that Kaveh's retort dies on his tongue. The man looks so tired and... and…
"Um," Kaveh says, "if you have a pitcher, I guess I could… redo it for you?"
"That's not in your job description," Alhaitham points out. But after a beat, he steps aside. "Come in. I'll show you to the kitchen."
Kaveh follows him through the house, thinking about anything other than the fact that he's still on the clock and that this is not something he should be doing. Which isn't actually hard to do, because what the hell? Alhaitham's furniture is hideous to take in.
Kaveh points to the ugly carving sitting on the bookshelf. It has equally atrocious friends scattered around the living room. "What is this? It's so ugly."
"That is an Aranara. Surely you learned about them in preschool."
The moment Alhaitham assembles a pitcher, a frother, and a carton of milk on the counter, Kaveh gets to work. In a matter of a few minutes, in which they bicker about the merits of aesthetic taste, he's pouring the last of the foam over the second cup, tidying up the edges of the decorative feather he's created.
"There. See? All fixed."
Alhaitham takes the cup in hand, peering down at the art for a few moments. Then he takes a good, long drag of coffee, but not before swirling the cup.
Kaveh is dumbfounded. "You can't be serious."
"It's good." Alhaitham slides the other cup towards him. "Thank you."
"I just fixed the art! You whined about it!"
"It was nice. You looked very focused."
Kaveh shakes his head. "What are you playing at?" he asks. Two coffees... but Alhaitham normally orders one. And now he's teasing him. He let Kaveh into the house without arguing about the practicality of it even once.
But… no. Kaveh's got to be reading this totally wrong, right?
Chapter 4 of Worst in the business is out on ao3! :)
Things get spicy~!
You can find the fic summary and tags here. Below is a snippet from the chapter. Enjoy!
There are boons to the new system that got Kaveh banned.
Namely: Alhaitham Bahati is sitting at one star. (He's close to two — though he's gotten several zero star reviews from other dashers, which is nothing short of hilarious.)
Since Alhaitham's rating is scraping the bottom of the barrel, no other self-respecting delivery workers in the area pick up his morning coffee order, leaving it for Kaveh. Perfect.
Kaveh picks up the drinks and arrives at the house with glee.
"Good morning," he says as the door opens. He takes in Alhaitham's horrible bedhead, the droopy look of his eyes, and his slouched posture. "Or not?"
"Mornings are never good," Alhaitham supplies. His voice is rumbly, like he's just rolled out of bed. It makes Kaveh shiver in all the right ways.
Kaveh drops a latte in his waiting hands. "Explains why you ordered two." He watches as Alhaitham pops the lid off his cup.
"Hm." He replaces it with a frown. "You've ruined the latte art."
Before Kaveh can react — is he supposed to apologize for latte art getting ruined by, like, basic physics? They argue about this every other morning — Alhaitham nods to the other cup.
With a great sigh, Kaveh pops the lid off this one, too. As expected, the foam is all in disarray.
"That's disappointing."
"Well, what did you expect? For it to be different this time?"
"Is that so much to ask for?" Alhaitham looks so put out that Kaveh's retort dies on his tongue. The man looks so tired and... and…
"Um," Kaveh says, "if you have a pitcher, I guess I could… redo it for you?"
"That's not in your job description," Alhaitham points out. But after a beat, he steps aside. "Come in. I'll show you to the kitchen."
Kaveh follows him through the house, thinking about anything other than the fact that he's still on the clock and that this is not something he should be doing. Which isn't actually hard to do, because what the hell? Alhaitham's furniture is hideous to take in.
Kaveh points to the ugly carving sitting on the bookshelf. It has equally atrocious friends scattered around the living room. "What is this? It's so ugly."
"That is an Aranara. Surely you learned about them in preschool."
The moment Alhaitham assembles a pitcher, a frother, and a carton of milk on the counter, Kaveh gets to work. In a matter of a few minutes, in which they bicker about the merits of aesthetic taste, he's pouring the last of the foam over the second cup, tidying up the edges of the decorative feather he's created.
"There. See? All fixed."
Alhaitham takes the cup in hand, peering down at the art for a few moments. Then he takes a good, long drag of coffee, but not before swirling the cup.
Kaveh is dumbfounded. "You can't be serious."
"It's good." Alhaitham slides the other cup towards him. "Thank you."
"I just fixed the art! You whined about it!"
"It was nice. You looked very focused."
Kaveh shakes his head. "What are you playing at?" he asks. Two coffees... but Alhaitham normally orders one. And now he's teasing him. He let Kaveh into the house without arguing about the practicality of it even once.
But… no. Kaveh's got to be reading this totally wrong, right?
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