#kavetham fluff

[velkia]

♀️ Haikaveh / Kavetham

[mareirasahwa]

Veiled Truths (kavetham fic)

Chapter Two: "He is the reason companies write instructions on shampoo bottles"

Link to previous chapter: here

To read on ao3 click: here

Warnings: none! Word count: 2265 Notes: as promised, NEW CHAPTER YAAAAAAAY this is about all I have written so far lmk if you'd want to see a continuation of this fic!! ANYWAYS enjoy the read, lovelies <3

*thud*

Two cups of freshly brewed coffee found their regular spot on the living room table. Kaveh plopped down onto the divan soon after, a loud sigh escaping his lips. In response, Alhaitham bookmarked this evening's “light reading” of about 700 pages, and turned his attention to the one by his side.

Ever since Kaveh became an Akademiya professor, his time at home had been cut short. In retaliation, the two roommates established a comfortable routine of midnight coffee and conversation. A shared love for the drink made it all the better. Quickly, said routine became one of the most pleasant parts of the day for the two companions.

“I don’t even want to guess how things would have played out if you hadn’t joined the lecture hall”

Kaveh took a sip of his coffee. Its strong aroma washed away all concern the day had brought.

“Mr. Faris is the type who learns things exclusively the hard way. Quite the unyielding individual" - Alhaitham added onto the conversation, replicating his companion’s sigh. He never would have guessed that such a situation could rile him up. And yet, here he was, repercussions of today's event clear as day. - “Do you think he will grant you peace following today’s encounter?”

“…I don’t know.”

“Is he too tenacious for that?”

“...I think so. I expect him to pry into your personal life now too, just to know whether I lied or not. Sorry I got you involved in this…” - Kaveh put his cup down on the table. Throwing his back against the divan, he covered his face with his hands, slowly dragging them down into a praying formation. - “I don’t know how much patience I have left, this has been going on for over a month. No matter what I tell him, his comprehension is that of a preschooler. I’m starting to think he is the sole reason companies write instructions on shampoo bottles.”

Alhaitham let out an involuntary cackle, almost choking on his coffee.

“I’m serious! I told you, I wouldn't be surprised if the pattern repeats tomorrow, and he attempts to initiate a coffee date. Again! Ugh. The thought of it makes me want to quit, just so I don’t run into him anymore!” - the frustration was too much to handle for our overworked professor.

The situation's seriousness made Alhaitham place his cup of coffee down.

“Slow down now, no one is quitting their job. Especially not you. Not over Jabir, at least”

“Great, so I do not even have that option! What else do you suggest then? Because I cannot handle one more day of this idiocy”

Alhaitham went quiet. After all, contemplation requires focus.

“Have you considered bringing this case to the authorities? Mr. Faris is clearly breaking staff policies, let alone the Akademiya code of conduct”

“Of course I have! Who do you take me for?”  - the blonde retorted with a frown - “That is the first and most obvious course of action!” - Does his roommate truly think so low of him? - “On one hand, a young professor who has been teaching for a few months at most, on the other, a staff member, holding years of teaching experience at the Akademiya, familiar with everyone. Pha, take a guess whose side the staff would take.”

“You underestimate your popularity amongst Akademiya staff, Kaveh. Besides, no matter the accused one's identity, breaking Akademiya code of conduct is serious enough. People would at least look into the matter”

“Oh, sure, let me run off and do exactly that. I’m certain he won’t make up some fake alibi, and claim I’m trying to ruin his reputation for the sake of taking over his higher paying position. Come on, both you and I know how Akademiya politics work. This strategy would guarantee losing the trust of Akademiya staff at best, and losing my job at worst” - the architect finalized with a frustrated huff. Settling down on the shared divan, he seemed to have accepted his cruel fate - “I’m truly done for”

A few moments of Alhaitham’s contemplation resulted in a thought.

“Not unless Jabir backs off himself”

Kaveh couldn’t help but scoff.

“As you see, the Archons simply do not wish to grant me such an honor”

“Well don’t you think it’s time to take things into your own hands then?”

“...and how would you suggest I do that, o wise Scribe?”

“Well, first and foremost, the oldest trick in the book would be requesting a favor from Dehya. Mr. Faris receiving a personal visit from her would resolve any problems you may be having. Considering your situation, I’m also certain she would gladly lend a helping hand. But I know you are not one to enjoy solving things in such a way”

“Ugh, it’s not just that, I also do not want to bother Dehya. She has more important matters to deal with than an Akademiya professor asking me out for coffee”

“You very well know it has far crossed that line”

“Fine, your point has been made. Still, I’m not using that approach, and you know it”

Silence fell upon the room of scheming minds. This is certainly no unsolvable equation. Surely there has to be an answer. One which excluded any confrontation with authority…Akademiya politics…and asking for favors…unless…the one who the favor would be asked of…

“Kaveh”

“...yes, Alhaitham” - the sulking architect echoed.

“You have already found the solution”

A confused expression formed on Kaveh’s face.

“You solved your own problem this evening. The formula was derived by you. Like scholars who solve multiple equations using the same formula, all we have to do is keep utilizing it”

“Stop phrasing everything as if you’re the one giving Akademiya lectures daily! And, excuse me? We? You and I? Plural? Today’s chaos has not been enough for you, I see. Whatever the solution is, I’d strongly prefer to avoid dragging you in once again.”

“As you wish, then. Best of luck figuri-”

“Wait, okay, okay, fine, goodness” - Kaveh sighed, desperacy evident in his tone - “Go on. What is this brilliant solution you speak of?”

“Never thought I’d get to see you admiring your own ideas”

“Would you stop with that?! You know exactly what I meant!”

“You know exactly what I meant as well”

After a moment of contemplation, Kaveh spoke:

“...having you barge into the lecture hall every time Jabir shows up? That’s hardly an effective strategy”

“Let me phrase it in an understandable way. If we would be playing a game of ‘hot or cold’ I’d say your guess is extraordinary warm”

“How is that supposed to be more understandable? It is not remotely indicative of the answer!”

“I guess I should contact Dr. Zakariya and sign you up for a checkup, if you cannot remember ideas you came up with just this evening”

“Quit making fun of me and just-”

Kaveh paused, realization dawning. Alhaitham wasn’t even making fun of him. He was right.

“The only way to make Jabir back off himself would be to…”

”Convince him I am actively seeing someone, just like I did today…”

“Precisely”

A moment passed. Then two. Kaveh turned the idea around and around in his mind. His chest tightened.

“...so…you are suggesting I find someone…to…pose…as my partner?”

“You already did”

“It was pure coincidence”

“And yet, it worked, didn’t it?”

“Just for the evening”

“So who’s to say it wouldn’t work again?”

As much as Kaveh hated admitting it, his roommate was correct. The idea did make sense. Perhaps it would not keep Jabir from interacting with him completely…and yet, whatever courting plans the arrogant man may have had would require cancellation, or, at the very least, postponement. However, implementing the idea would mean pretending to date Alhaitham…a wave of emotion washed over Kaveh, drowning any attempts at rational thinking. 

“Well I- Ugh, it was by pure chance! Not my fault you just randomly showed up at the lecture hall”

The sentence earned him a raised eyebrow and a faint grin from Alhaitham. His companion’s attempts to justify the decision about to be made were weirdly amusing.

“I never claimed it to be your fault to start with”

Kaveh groaned in agony, and the scene was comically familiar. It reminded Alhaitham of their younger Akademiya years, workload and deadlines testing the limits of their capabilities. A lot of things have changed since then. And yet the look of anguish on his seniors' face remained the same.

“Wow, senior. What a reaction. Fake-dating your roommate for the sake of repelling a vigorous suitor who may ruin your career. The mere prospect of it brought you to agony. Your roommate must be quite unbearable" - Alhaitham chuckled.

“You know perfectly well that’s not what I meant, not even slightly! And you’re enjoying yourself too much, especially for a situation that puts my career on the line, Alhaitham!”

Alhaitham simply stared back, the formerly faint grin turning evident. Kaveh concluded his dearest friend simply found enjoyment in his suffering. Seemingly even more if he was actively participating in it.

“Wipe that grin off your face, would you?!” - this day was not planning to go easy on Kaveh, not even during his favorite part of it. But what other choice did he have? Alhaitham’s conclusion was painfully correct, both understood that much - “As much as I dislike admitting it…” - Kaveh sighed - “you’re right. The easiest solution is to play along with what Jabir witnessed today, and make him truly believe it”

“Took you long enough to comprehend”

“Well excuse me for not being a whizz past midnight, after a day of chaos, and patience being tested, first by Jabir, and now you too”

Seeing his roommates' state tugged at Alhaitham’s heartstrings: dark circles under his eyes; gaze cemented to the floor; empty coffee mug in hand;

The Scribe stood up. Reaching towards his companion's hand he gently took the mug from it. The brisk interaction made their fingers lightly graze each other. It was enough contact to grab Kaveh’s attention, gaze shifting from the floor to the one in front of him.

Alhaitham swiftly grabbed his own cup from the table and headed towards the kitchen, supposedly leaving his roommate alone to contemplate. Kaveh remained glued to the divan, observing. He kept Alhaitham in his line of sight, letting him disappear in the kitchen doorway.

* * *

“Clank”

Two coffee mugs were placed in the metal sink. Alhaitham gloved his hands, giving a start to the kitchen routine. He scrubbed, rinsed, and gradually the pile of dishes previously clouding the kitchen dissolved.

“More than half the work has coincidentally been completed for us. A shared living space forges a believable foundation for shared routines, presumed proximity, and voluntary regular presence. Unless Jabir is not only vigorous but also unobservant, a few visible adjustments should suffice.”

Pouring a glass of water for the sake of rehydration, Alhaitham made his way to the living room, eager to share the analysis with his roommate. Before having the chance to utter a word, the Scribe came across a sight which made him pause in his tracks. Kaveh had fallen asleep in the living room.

His hand curved around the divan armrest, head placed against it. Strands of hair loosely fell on his face, curtaining his line of sight. His chest slowly rose and fell, even breaths meditatively keeping him asleep. A twisted spine, and a leg dangling off the divan’s edge sealed the deal. Alhaitham pictured his roommate showing up to breakfast full of complaints and grumbles. “Ugh, my back is killing me…”. He could vividly reconstruct Kaveh's voice in his mind. The only reason for that being how common it is for the architect to doze off before reaching his own quarters.

Alhaitham allowed himself just a minute to spare. Attempting to make as little sound as possible, he gently placed the cup of water on the table, and made a few steps towards the divan. Kaveh’s hair was an absolute mess, braid half undone, loose strands tickling his face. It seemed quite uncomfortable, at least in Alhaitham’s eyes. He took the liberty of fixing the mess, tucking the loose strands behind his roommates’ ear. Now, that’s much better. His fingers gently grazed the architect's cheeks, tracing the blush. “Just by coincidence” - he told himself - “The loose strands couldn’t remove themselves”. But the touch lingered. Kaveh’s skin felt warm and smooth against his own hand. 

Content with the intervention, Alhaitham debated further actions. A Kaveh with back pain is a mental pain for all. Making his way to the architect’s room, he took a blanket, as well as two pillows. The blonde constantly claims: “Sleeping with just one is impossible!”.

Alhaitham carefully slid a hand underneath, cupping Kaveh’s shoulders. Slightly lifting them, he made some space between his sleeping roommate and the divan. Two pillows went in that space, followed by a gentle return of said roommate. A blanket now also covered the divan’s surface.

The Scribe stood up, leading a final visual survey of his work. Safe to conclude, everyone's mood for the upcoming day had been saved. His roommate seemed comfortable enough to greet the morning with no back pain. Kaveh stirred in his sleep, settling in the newfound warmth and comfort. Something about the action reminded Alhaitham of a desert fox nestled in a burrow. “Hm. How amusing” - he thought to himself.

A final glance was thrown, lasting longer than intended.

“Goodnight, Kaveh”

With that, Alhaitham left the room.

[lookatthe-stars13]

(Kavetham/Haikaveh Fic!)

"Who's gonna kiss the blonde haired boy? Who's gonna wipe away his tears?"

Summary:

Fuck. I can’t keep doing this, Kaveh thought. All he could think of was going back to his dorm to crawl under the covers of his bed and eat some of his snacks. To his surprise, a certain gray haired junior also plagued him at the moment. It wasn’t like that anymore, he had to remind himself. or Kaveh is exhausted from architecture and his ex-friend turned roommate is there to pick up the pieces.

Warnings: None || Rating: T || Pairing: Al-Haitham/Kaveh

Tags:

Alternate Universe - College/University, Domestic Fluff, Fluff and Angst, there was not supposed to be that much relationship angst…, Alternate Universe - Roommates/Housemates, Developing Relationship, Making Up, Oneshot, title is misleading, they don't kiss, yet - Freeform

link to ao3: here

Water ran down his body cleaning off the grime of the day’s activities. Al-Haitham felt a wash of refreshment through himself—his mind as well clear of the heaviness weighing it down the past week. He could always find a moment of reprise in the shower. Al-Haitham sighed, running his hand through his hair one last time to rinse out any leftover conditioner. As he turned the faucet’s knob to cut the water, he heard the slamming of the door—Kaveh was back. 

Al-Haitham had actually been taking a midnight shower meaning Kaveh came back surprisingly early for midterm season. He hoped his roommate had just decided to prioritize his health for once. Quickly, Al-Haitham washed out all the product from his hair and rushed to dry himself.

Perched on his bed, Kaveh watched as Al-Haitham came out of their shared bathroom holding up a towel to his damp hair.

“You’re back early,” Kaveh heard the other comment, a blank expression on his face.

That condescending tone, the blonde thought, he thinks he’s so much better when he’s done studying for his midterms days in advance and I’m over here slaving away in the studio. That much hasn’t changed since high school.

“Shut up,” Kaveh grumbled to his younger roommate as he flopped back onto his bed and ran a frustrated hand down his face. 

Today, or yesterday if he wasn’t going by his unsalvageable sleep schedule, was one of the most frustrating in Kaveh’s academic career. His floor plans for the midreview were practically done, and yet his irritating professor scribbled all over them during the desk crits telling him to change practically everything. It made him want to rip all his hair out before he could even start balding from college. Kaveh didn’t want to listen to this incompetent man who couldn’t even draw and told his class to use AI, but he needed to keep up his GPA for the scholarships funding his tuition. Architecture was not for the weak.

Kaveh heard Al-Haitham’s footsteps approach him, and he hurriedly turned his face to the mattress trying to hide tears of frustration.

When class ended at 6, Professor Phony had clapped Kaveh on the shoulder, told him, “You know what you’re doing” and promptly left.

He wanted to strangle that man. 

But, of course, like the good student he needed to be, Kaveh still stayed behind to revamp his drawings in hopes of catching up to where he had previously been. Hours passed by unknowingly, and by the time Kaveh had finished revising, it was already midnight. He slumped onto the wooden desk.

Fuck. I can’t keep doing this, Kaveh thought. He was back at square one, or where he was before studio started, but he needed to keep going. He needed to—augh. His hunger and exhaustion from weeks of all-nighters finally hit him. 

All Kaveh could think of was going back to his dorm to crawl under the covers of his bed and eat some of his snacks. To his surprise, a certain gray haired junior also plagued him at the moment. I’m probably just really tired. I haven’t wanted to spend time with that idiot since high school.

Begrudgingly, Kaveh packed up his supplies and slipped his drawings into his portfolio. He might as well just go back to the dorms if he couldn’t focus.

The walk back alone went by quickly, though Kaveh always felt uneasy in the dark. Man, he’d have to sneak into his dorm again if Al-Haitham already went to bed. That early sleeper, Kaveh found himself thinking fondly, he always fell asleep first when we’d call in high school. 

It wasn’t like that anymore, he had to remind himself.

Al-Haitham’s presence was at the foot of his bed.

“Are you okay?” the man asked, his voice bland. He was blunt as always.

Kaveh swiveled his head towards his irritating junior, not caring that his red rimmed eyes were in full display.

“Do I look okay to you?” he bit back. He’d evidently been crying, his hair was a mess with a claw clip barely hanging on for dear life, and he was still wearing the clothes he went out in yesterday morning.

That seemed to get Al-Haitham to back off, and Kaveh watched as he walked away. No, he was going to the mini fridge to get something?

“I got you some take out from the cafe before they closed,” the younger fidgeted awkwardly, one arm offering Kaveh a white container, “In case you didn’t eat again.”

They stared at each other, neither knowing what move to make. Al-Haitham hadn’t bought him anything since their fight.

Kaveh’s grumbling stomach shattered the suffocating silence, and he relented, grabbing the take out from Al-Haitham’s outstretched hand.

He sat at his desk gingerly munching on yesterday’s dinner, and their shared room returned to the fragile sense of stillness that had been there since moving in. Kaveh and Al-Haitham had spent the first half of the semester walking on eggshells around each other as they had no contact until being randomly assigned as roommates. 

When he finished his meal, Kaveh went into autopilot, throwing the container away and getting ready for bed. He shed yesterday’s clothes and traded them for a soft pajama set. His face felt more refreshed from the skincare routine he swore would get rid of his eyebags. Kaveh was finally content under the covers of his bed.

Al-Haitham had already gotten ready for bed while he ate. When Kaveh peered over to the other side of that room, Al-Haitham unsurprisingly had his head in a book, a reading lamp pointed at his bed.

Kaveh’s exhaustion ran deep, and he felt his eyes shutting by the second. As he reached to turn off his own lamp, he made a split second decision and called out, “Hey Haitham? Thank you.” Stupid, he hadn't called him by that nickname in years.

Kaveh heard a grunt in response. All that and he can't even say you’re welcome, but the thought had less bite to it than usual. They both knew Kaveh wasn’t talking about the food. 

On the other side of the dorm, Al-Haitham had a soft smile on his face.

Notes:

THATS A WRAP I WROTE THAT IN ONE SITTING. I hope you enjoyed, and I hope the POVs and timelines weren’t too confusing. I’ve basically never finished a fanfic ngl. Or maybe I have, just not on this acct. When I tell you I was in flowstate… Does an earthquake interrupting that count as the ao3 author curse 😰 I believe in the early sleeper Al Haitham agenda because he’s a responsible non-procrastinator. Man practically doesn’t study and still aces his tests… But during midterm/finals season he sometimes stays up later than usual on purpose (it doesn’t really clock to Kaveh lol) in hopes of catching Kaveh come back from studio. Also in case it wasn’t clear, the big fallout happened in high school. They are both first years in this. Al-Haitham just skipped a year of school somewhere along the way which is why Kaveh still insists on calling him junior. They both chose to do random assignments for dorms and ended up with each other. T-T (and they were roommates…) ALSO (last one I promise) I’m 100% projecting in this. Professor Phony is a real man. I barely slept last semester, and it was mostly his fault. I just feel like if I wrote smth I had no personal experience in, it would be offensive? Idk if I believe in my writing skills to portray characters completely different from me. But no, I don’t have Al-Haitham as my roommate, not at all lol.  byeeee

[calx-bdo]

haikaveh oneshots

kaveh frowns seeing the surplus food in the fridge.

no, not because of his "lack of favourites" (to which there are many soups, thank you.), but it's rather due to the fact that alhaitham's food was also in the fridge. all of it.

kaveh's not dumb, he can pick up on his roommate's eating habits quickly. especially the significant lack of appetite. (urgh, this one worries kaveh the MOST.) but not to the extent of leaving food out altogether.

hence, kaveh makes one very quick trip to the bazaar to grab a quick snack for alhaitham. this one recently hit the shelves, and kaveh's sure that alhaitham would most definitely enjoy this. "taste supersedes presentation.." kaveh can already hear alhaitham's voice boring into his skull.

well, that's the whole reason kaveh fell in love with him in the first place. kaveh returns home with a skip in his step, rapting his knucles kightly on alhaitham's door before entering.

"haitham?" his voice takes on a softer tone, peering inside the dimly lit room. "oh, عزیزم, are you.. alright?" kaveh's warm gaze landed on the pile and mountain of books stacked upon one another, alhaitham's hair in a tight grasp. if kaveh didnt know any more, he could say alhaitham is one tick away from completely losing his hold onto his sanity.

kaveh repeats the soft nickname. "عزیزم?"

only then does alhaitham look up, circular glasses slipping off his nose.

alhaitham's cracked voice mumbles out. "حبيبي .."

"my sweet boy, are you alright?" kaveh immediately rushed to alhaitham's side, his food left forgotten on the table. kaveh's hands cupped his cheeks slowly, fingers softly brushing across his cheeks. his red eyes took one look across the table and the numerous coffee mug stains and lets out a tut.

"alhaitham. what did i tell you about proper sustenance?" at this point, kaveh's just playing with his hair, alhaitham's face buried into his waist as his buff hands (feeble scholar my ass!) wrapped tightly around his waist. "mmmfhh.." came alhaitham's reply, a little muffled.

"okay okay, just.. be sure to eat your food, alright? the aunties at the bazaar gave me these free food, and it's fresh, so be sure to eat it while it's hot! and.. jeez, alhaitham. stop drinking so much coffee! i'm starting to think that your blood is pure caffeine."

alhaitham nods at his words, burying his face furthur into kaveh's body.

a smile blossomed on kaveh's face.

───

babe in persian = عزیزم

حبيبي= my love in arabic

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kaveh was (again) dusting off the numerous books that lined every inch of their house, when he spots a surprisingly new book. his fingers traced the words on the spine as he read the title.

"28 recipes for Soups! (most loved by moms and grandmas alike!)"

that got kaveh thinking. he clearly didn't purchase this, and both alhaitham and him didn't receive any cookbooks as presents. cyno and tighnari don't really care for food, and he doesn't know any chef that might have lent him this book. that only leaves one option - alhaitham purchased this book.

.. what for?? kaveh is confused. has alhaitham even expressed any interest in cooking?

whatever. kaveh shoves that book into the back of his mind before continuing on.

it isn't literally 5 minutes later that he finds yet another cookbook on alhaitham's shelves.

"okay. what the fuck. did these multiply or what?" kaveh pulled the book out of the shelf and scanned it again.

"27 new recipes for Soups! (limited edition, new stock!)

limited-?! alarm bells immediately go off in kaveh's head. limited? alhaitham is definitely the type to go scrambling after a book when he discovers that there's limited stock, claiming "he must have it!" and it's "a precious rarity". but a.. cookbook? alhaitham's worries extends to this type of books too?

jeez.

out of curiosity, kaveh placed the duster down on a nearby table before flipping the book open. one recipe catches his eye.

"...cream mushroom soup...liyue parsley... matsutake mushrooms and enoki mushrooms..." kaveh mumbles to himself. why does all these ingredients sound so familiar?

it clicks in his head. it's what he ate yesterday.

wait. wait. alhaitham... specially went out of his way to buy this limited edition book, learn to cook to the best of his ability, did all of this.. for him?

a warm feeling tugs at his heart.

the very next night, alhaitham flips open the book to see a green (the very shade of his little dendro mirrors too!) post-it on the next recipe.

"thank you for all you do love. even buying the limited edition books, hmm? <3

- k 💛"

crimson red blooms all over alhaitham's pale face.

what a tease.

───

this is doing very little to help alhaitham's stress.

alhaitham and kaveh promised to go visit and see nilou's dance at zubayr theatre, even though alhaitham's autism and sensory issues make it a problem for him to be comfortable in the crowded grand bazaar. this, kaveh knows.

so when kaveh turns his head to look at alhaitham, in a moment of pure madness, alhaitham tries to mask his discomfort by flashing a small smile.

kaveh immediately gets suspicious.

alhaitham isn't one to smile. especially not at performances. the only time theres ever a curl upwards on his lips is when he's reading a book, and mocking the author for their "extreme lack of knowledge" and their "stupidity knows no bounds.". once, kaveh even heard him utter "common sense is apparently not common anymore. what kind of nonsense are these authors spilling into their books? they don't deserve their works published. goodness."

that was the most hatred kaveh has ever seen anyone express to an inanimate object. yes, kaveh's rantings to mehrak isn't counted! he isn't even that heated when ranting! and mehrak isn't inanimate! ugh!

kaveh grips alhaitham's forearms tighter. "oh? crap."

a tear rolls down alhaitham's cheeks. "kaveh, people keep touching me and i-"

"i'm sorry lovely.. i shouldn't have dragged you through a crowd. i wasn't thinking."

kaveh brings up a hand to caress alhaitham's cheeks.

"let's go home, okay?"

they both fall in step to walk home together.

"we can invite the others for dinner later." kaveh's hand tightly grips alhaitham's.

"is that okay?"

───

` i feel like i need to explain here. whilst i'm not autistic myself, i watched aimee's videos (shwimzii on tiktok, go check her videos out, theyre great!) and this oneshot mostly revolves around the nilou's dance tiktok (the thumbnail is nilou, here's the link)

alhaitham is depicted overwhelmed by the sensory overload and starts to cry, hence i implemented this into the story. if there's anything wrong with it or anything i had written wrongly, please don't hesitate to tell me!

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kaveh comes across a picture of alhaitham and him in their old akademiya uniforms.

he picks up the frame and examines the picture.

archons, they look super young. like, dont have eyebags under their eyes young. like, no callouses and ink stains on their hands young.

"kaveh? what's that..?" alhaitham walked over to kaveh's side, hand wrapping around his waist. kaveh flushes at this. even though they've been dating for so long, kaveh still feels like a young schoolboy in love.

which takes them back to this picture.

"oh. i recall now. i remember when i had stuck to your side alot, since..."

kaveh patiently waits for alhaitham to finish his sentence.

"my grandmother and parents had recently passed away."

kaveh swears alhaitham's grip on him tightens.

"oh, عزیزم.."

kaveh mumbles out, placing a chaste kiss to alhaitham's cheek.

.

"hello! i'm kaveh, a second year student at the akademiya, assigned to guide you! what's your name?"

alhaitham looks at the hand extended to him.

"oookay, no name then! what darshan are you in? i'm in kshahrewar, the architecture darshan!"

it takes a while for alhaitham to mumble out a soft "haravatat."

"ooh, haravatat! that's a rare darshan due to the complicated runes!" kaveh beams at the boy's response.

alhaitham nods silently.

"well then, shall we explore the school? mr..."

this time, alhaitham responds rather quickly.

"alhaitham. my name is alhaitham."

"what a beautiful name! let's go around the school, okay alhaitham? it's big, so it's easy to get lost."

alhaitham followed kaveh around the school.

surprise surprise, when they reached the library, alhaitham immediately turned on his feet and left.

"hey, what? what's going on?" kaveh asked, very confused about alhaitham's apparent dislike of the library.

"i have no need for the library."

at kaveh's confusion, alhaitham further elaborates.

"i have more resources at home."

alhaitham following kaveh around proves to be a common sight around the akademiya. there's even a new joke floating around.

"whereever the blonde goes, the falcon follows."

haha, very funny.

alhaitham's relation to the falcon is an interesting one, however. the falcon is not a common rune to be found in, however, alhaitham's studies usually tend to revolve around runes of the sort revolving around this particular animal. kaveh swears he even saw a carving of the falcon on alhaitham's desk. and it's not just falcons too, all kinds of birds were present in alhaitham's home.

it was kinda cute, if kaveh's being honest. he wonders if he should tell alhaitham about the pet bird he has.

"alhaitham, you seem to be interested in birds!" kaveh mentions in the akademiya's cafeteria, seeing alhaitham engrossed in a book.

"mhm! there's many different species of birds, but my favourite personally is the falcon. did you know that like fennec foxes, falcons mate for life? and that peregerine falcons are able to migrate 15,500 miles every year! and..." alhaitham continues to ramble excitedly about different bird facts, mostly falcon related.

"say, alhaitham, why do you like vultures and falcons so much?" kaveh asks one day.

"mm, no idea. vultures are just, cool, i guess. and falcons..they were my mother's favourite. i try to think about her, remember her, but it's hard. the only way i feel like i can really honor her is to.. well, research something about her. it's.. painful, to say the least. but it hurts less with you."

a fond smile erupts on kaveh's lips.

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day after day, alhaitham finds himself running his fingers through kaveh's hair again and again.

it's so smooth, so silky..

that's why alhaitham took it upon himself to maintain kaveh's hair.

he observed the crappy shampoos that kaveh uses. it's not good quality, and it's too rough on the scalp. unacceptable.

alhaitham knows that good shampoos are sold in sumeru. in the grand bazaar. that crowded place.

he grits his teeth.

"kaveh, i'm going out for a while. be back soon."

"oh, okay handsome, stay safe!" kaveh's voice rings out from the study.

not even a mere 10 minutes later, alhaitham returns home, with a weird plastic packaging that he's holding onto like it's a lifeline, and evident tear stains on his cheeks.

"..alhaitham? what's wrong? love, did you go somewhere crowded? oh dear, come in, don't stand outside! my love, are you okay?" kaveh rattles off questions, and alhaitham can merely stand there.

"i bought this for you." alhaitham took out a bottle of shampoo, the price tag clearly scratched off.

"it's for you. i know you dont do well with expensive gifts, but.. i want you to accept this."

his gift is met with kaveh's lips on his lips, capturing him in a soft kiss as kaveh wraps his hand around alhaitham's neck.

"i love you, so much."

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[softsinnamonart]

gay people

[shahdraws]

Akademiya Days - Kaveh and Alhaitham

I’ve meaning to draw more of the Sumeru Akademiya alumni characters in their student days for a good minute but kept forgetting lol. Here’s Alhaitham and Kaveh meeting in the house of Daena :)

I might draw Faruzan next as a final part to this mini-series of drawings :) Cyno and Tighnari have already been drawn a few months ago - you should be able to see that fan art if you just scroll back on my page a bit!

[chaeriy]

Sum Kavehtham Fluff

Kaveh sat at his desk going over notes for his new project. He somehow managed to get Al Haitham to fund it and now he was going over all his notes and Blueprints he has made with the client. He had a candle lit on his nightstand filling the room with the smell of cinnamon and vanilla. A scent that clung to Kaveh even days later along with the smell of ink.

These were the smells Al Haitham was used to coming home to. Either that or Kaveh drinking his wine on the couch with a smug grin. Quietly walking over to his loves room Al Haitham watched Kaveh make a new Blueprint. He observed the ink stains on Kavehs hair and face where a particular strand seemed to be bothering him as he brushed it away again. The stains on Kaveh's sleeves as the fabric dragged over the paper.

Walking to the Kitchen Al Haitham poured a glass of water for Kaveh and cut a plate of fruits as a snack. From the looks of it, Kaveh has been there since earlier this morning when Al Haithem agreed to fund Kavehs project. Bringing it to the architect's room with a gentle knock.

" Hello Love, I'm home." He said softly to the blonde man. " Welcome home" Kaveh returned with a tired smile. Setting the drink and fruits in an empty space on Kavehs desk Al Haitham looked at the new Blueprints on the wall and the unfinished one on the desk. Brushing the hair from Kavehs face Al Haitham pressed a soft kiss onto Kaveh's forehead and clipped back Kavehs bangs.

" ill start dinner," he said leaving Kaveh to his work with a fond smile. Al Haitham loved returning home to Kaveh when he was busy working on a new Print and babbling away his Ideas for him to hear almost as much as he liked to tease his lover enjoying the sight of Kavehs flushed cheeks and chest.

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First pose of the new year! Starting strong with some Kavetham fluff ❤︎

[heedmywarnings]

Hey everyone! Late night announcement here! (but idgaf what time it is) check out my friend's fic, its a bittersweet Haikaveh fluff fic, PLEASE go check it out!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/46121860