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“What do you want from me? Where are you taking me?” Kaveh hissed through gritted teeth, struggling against the grip. “I just told you, I’m a mere architect!”
Childe gave a light huff, lips curling into an infuriatingly innocent smile. “Wouldn’t you like to know?”
Kaveh’s face was drained of color. There was no escape. No room to bargain. He was at their mercy.
“Come on, you don’t have to look at me like that,” Childe added casually, waving a dismissive hand. “I just thought of a perfect way for you to repay me.”
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How did Kaveh's romantic gesture get him roped into his biggest nightmare?
A Fatui Kaveh AU
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10 Apr 2026
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“What?” Kaveh shrieked, jaw dropping in pure horror as he stared at the witch in front of him.
He had strolled into the woods for a scenic promenade along with two deers, several squirrels, and a swarm of birds, but had been too curious for his own good and ventured into a witch’s potion shop. Her name was Lisa, as described by her nametag, and she was eyeing him curiously.
“Yes, bald. I’m cursing you to go bald. Come on, it could be much worse.”
“Why do you have to curse me at all?” he groaned.
“I don’t know, bored,” she replied, shrugging. “Haven’t seen many princes around recently.”
“And how do I get my hair back?” he asked, desperately tugging at the luscious locks still framing his face.
“Come on, have you never read a book in your life? True love’s kiss, obviously.”
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- Part 8 of oneshots!!
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05 Apr 2026
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The music from the grand ballroom can still be heard even out at the garden fountains, despite having gone far enough away that the roar of the grand fete's noise has faded to nothing but a distant mumble. Here, the murmur of the fountain replaces the idle chatter of all of Sumeru's elite, and the humming voices of the Aranara that were scattered curiously through Nahida's gardens followed the melody of the orchestra inside.
The Archduke had been told explicitly to not leave the Palace grounds, and then more explicitly to remain within view of the ballroom, and he had obeyed these orders to the letter of them—no one could have reasonably expected any truer obedience from Al-Haitham of all people.
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Kaveh wears a corset and Haitham simps for 2k words straight.
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03 Apr 2026
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It felt like a lifetime: Kaveh without Alhaitham seemed as inherently impossible as Alhaitham without Kaveh. It would have been intriguing to an onlooker, had their friendship been privy to anyone but Mehrak: the Crown Prince and a street artist fighting for scraps; the silent, stark line of Alhaitham’s lips and the bubbling laughter leaving Kaveh’s throat at every other moment; silver, carefully trimmed hair and a bloom of golden locks washing over bright freckled skin. Reason and emotion. Routine and invention. Complete opposites.
“Or, perhaps, reflections,” Alhaitham had suggested. “You cannot deny we are similar in many ways. True to our convictions, stubborn to a fault. Just opposite in what those convictions are.” He paused. “You are my perfect mirror.”
My perfect mirror. What a statement to hear from the man who graces your dreams and attaches himself to every thought, whose eye colour you recognise in every sunset and every painting. What was the most tempting part of the sentence? The “perfect”? Or the possessive “my” referring to Kaveh, of all people?
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03 Apr 2026
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In which Kaveh walks out of an interview and somehow still lands the job.
“Are you sure you have the right person?” he asked, mouth gaping. “Kaveh Paradisaea?”
“Yes, sir. Did you not apply for the position of secretary here at the Akademiya?”
“I did.” He cleared his throat. “Yes, I did, my apologies. I wasn’t under the impression that my interview had gone that well.”
“Mr Alhaitham was impressed by your honesty, directness, and succinctness,” the cheery voice replied. “He said this was exactly what he was looking for.”
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29 Mar 2026