I just think Kavetham have so much potential to be adorable but hoyoverse and the sheer amount of gut wrenching angst in this ship aren't helping.
So here ya go, Alhaitham and Kaveh when they lived together in their post-secondary years at the academia. (and loved eachother dearly)
no beta, bitch
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"S~so .. hh mmH.."
Kaveh whined, his eyes lidding as he hunched over his desk. He couldn't take it anymore, he'd been working for at least 6 hours and somehow had barely written a sentence of his current assignment. Alas, that is the dreaded consequence of perfectionism.
His elbows slipped and his face fell into his book. Before his face could hit the pages he was violently awoken by the most vile smell imaginable.
"AGH WHAT THE FUCK!" He sat up in his chair so quickly that it threatened to fall backwards. He nearly forgot the one rule of academia, "old books are so fucking foul." He desperately wiped his face, before realizing in horror that he was only making it worse. He ran to the sink, screaming in dismay.
Alhaitham watched him curiously, lightly chuckling before leaving his post of "reading" across the table from Kaveh. In reality, he was both admiring the man across the table and keeping close to prevent him from hurting himself or others during his longer study sessions. He returned a few minutes later, holding a peculiar device. He noted that Kaveh was still at the sink, now scrubbing himself with dish soap.
Alhaitham set the device down, it mimicked a book with holograms for pages. He crossed a few pieces of unique data from Kaveh's ancient spit rag of a book with his device, watching as it began to replicate the other.
When Kaveh returned, Alhaitham was in his usual spot, nose-deep in a book whose cover consisted entirely of unfamiliar symbols that barely resembled anything he'd ever seen before.
"Alhaitham. Where's my book, and what is this?"
"Your book is right there my love."
"That's not my book."
"Yeah, it is, just with a few less piss stains."
Kaveh grimaced, trying to erase the smell from his mind.
"It's a device that can replicate books, it'll save you from contracting typhoid from the communal books in the academia's library. It's yours."
Kaveh shot him a thankful smile, accented by his usual severe eye bags that left Alhaitham no choice but to have an ambulance on speed dial at all times.
(Don't fucking touch library books if you aren't up to date on your shots, yes this is inspired by 20 minutes ago when I was studying and found an actual piss stain in my class book from 1978.)
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"Kaveh.. what are you doing?"
"Hm? I'm working on my thesis." Kaveh frowned, taking three separate straws from his mouth to speak.
"Yes... I can see that, but why do you have over five drinks on your desk?"
Kaveh gave him the look of a sad puppy.
"It's for oral stimulation.."
"It helps me focus, look, I can't just have coffee, I need water too, to keep myself hydrated, but coffee and water are so plain. This peach monster is for variety, but the red monster goes so well with peach so of course I have to have both. But all that is far too unhealthy, so I balanced it out with this glass of matcha. But there isn't much sustenance in any of those, so I also made myself a smoothie. It's also really hot in here, so I have this glass of ice water and fruits, but I forgot half this energy drink in the fridge last night, I don't want it to spoil. Then of course, alcohol helps me focus, I've been loving this red maple leaf liquor from Inazuma, but of course I need something lighter too, so I have this extra fermented Ajilenakh nut kombucha, and then—"
"That's very cute of you Kaveh, but what do you mean by oral stimulation?"
"Why it helps keeps me focused. It's like a reward to keep working you know, and it's nice to have something in my mouth, gives me less time to get sidetracked, you know?"
At this, Alhaitham smirked.
"I've got some oral stimulation for you," he leaned over to kiss Kaveh's neck. "Why don't you come to bed, I've got something that'll feel good in your mouth~."
"Ggh~ Hmph~" Kaveh blushed at this, groaning involuntarily. He shook his head, pushing Alhaitham's head away, silently missing the feeling of lips and teeth pressed into his neck.
"Aiiya, punajeiwatll."
(leave me be, temptress.)
Alhaitham looked at Kaveh with a pathetic expression, and Kaveh was helpless to resist how his pants tightened at the sight.
*five minutes later*
Alhaitham groaned, pressing his head into the croak of Kaveh's neck. He sat in the blonde-haired man's lap, his pants long discarded with only an oversized sweater to cover his body that Kaveh's free hand had slipped beneath. The blonde studied, as usual, unbothered at most. The stimulation of being inside his lover, and keeping his free hand busy with Alhaitham's body all contributed to a perfectly successful study session.
Of course, the temptation to actually fuck his lover was plenty of motivation to work harder.
The scribe came five times in that session, simply from cockwarming his love. Once Kaveh had finished his work, he railed Alhaitham right on his desk.
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Kaveh was hard at work, writing his interpretative essay on a common Sumerian fable.
He'd begun to undress a bit due to the heat wave that wracked Sumeru around this time of year and couldn't help but notice how Alhaitham's eyes followed his movements.
"Haitham? Something wrong?"
Alhaitham didn't respond, he simply stared at Kaveh's body. It was then that Kaveh noticed Alhaitham's earbuds. 'Peculiar..'
"Haitham?"
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Kaveh groaned, getting up from his seat as curiosity got the best of him. He walked up to Alhaitham, sliding his hand erotically up his neck before reaching the scribe's ear, and pulling one of his earbuds out.
He set it into his ear, adjusting to the sound.
"So take your shirt off!
T-T-Take your shirt off!
Take your shirt off, and spin it around!"
(The Millionaires 1:42)
".. Haitham, what the fuck?"
"Hm? What did I do?"
"What is this song, and why are you eye fucking me while I'm trying to work?"
"Do you have a problem with me admiring artwork?"
Kaveh rolled his eyes, but he was powerless to hide his blush.
He hastily unbuttoned his shirt and lifted the grey-haired man into his arms.
He fucked Alhaitham unconscious before returning to his work. This became a rather common occurrence between the two since the senior had gifted him with a pair of wireless earbuds.
(Do you know how weird it is to listen to music while studying? I'm literally researching communism and Hitler's influence on Stalin while listening to IWSS 😭)
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what possessed me to write all this? oh, just the powers of procrastination ;)
Ok friends that's it, I hope you liked this, I hope I write them okay.. it's mostly headcanons.
Also I might start incorporating a few other languages in my works (with provided translations of course) just because I want to improve my fluency. In this chapter I added just a bit of M'ikmaw dialect because first of all I kind of kin Kaveh and think he'd be a fan of languages, and I think he's a bit of a Sumeru native. Also though because I need to work on my Mi'kmawi'simk if I wanna survive summer solstice and powwow season 😭
Okay peace guys!! ma'munigsalul
(I love you all)
