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    A bunch of mostly shorter fics inspired by random tweets.

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  1. Rec 22

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    “They already think we’re together,” Kaveh points out, as if this is something normal people say in daylight. “The rumors are unstoppable. Have you seen what they’re writing on the public notice boards? I’m practically a martyr. You're some kind of cold-blooded dom in everyone’s mind—”

    Alhaitham blinks. “A what.”

    Kaveh waves his hand. “Never mind, the point is: they think we’re dating. Or hate-dating. Or secretly engaged in some kind of enemies-to-lovers slow-burn death match.”

    Alhaitham cannot believe this is a sentence that has occurred. In his kitchen.

    “They think we’re in love,” Kaveh concludes, triumphant and slightly breathless. “And you know what that means?”

    Alhaitham stares. “That Sumeru needs better education policy.”

    “That means,” Kaveh says, undeterred, “we can get ahead of it. Control the narrative. Pretend to be a couple. Just for a little while. Just to throw them off.”

    Or, Alhaitham and Kaveh decide to fake a relationship, and the feelings never stop being real.

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    30 Sep 2025

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    Their faces are very close now. They’re both huffing, winded from the run. When Kaveh exhales, Al-Haitham can smell the mint gum he always liked to chew.

    “I hate you,” Kaveh spits, but he doesn’t move away.

    “I know.” Al-Haitham brings a hand up to his face. He pauses before he wipes away a tear.

    Kaveh’s trembling. “You ruined me."

    Al-Haitham exhales, slow and shuddery. “I know.”

    Kaveh closes his eyes— “I hate that you left me.”

    —and Al-Haitham kisses him.

    After four long years, Al-Haitham finally returns to the idol industry.

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    24 Jun 2025

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    “Kaveh.”

    “And he—huh? Yes?”

    “You do realize that was Alhaitham, right?”

    A long pause. “Who?”

    Tighnari’s palm meets his face. “Sorry, of course you of all people wouldn’t care to know about these things.” He clears his throat. And then, “Prince Alhaitham.”

    A beat. “Oh.”

    In which Kaveh is a tailor indebted to Dori, Alhaitham is the Prince of Sumeru, and they meet at a masquerade. Or, a little twist on the Cinderella trope.

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  4. Rec 56

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    A series of one or two chapter fics featuring our favorite intellectual but emotionally inept dorks.

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    10 May 2025

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    All time favorite series!

  5. Rec 53

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    “Fine. Then prove me wrong.”

    Alhaitham’s brow arched. “What do you mean?”

    Kaveh leaned back in his chair, arms crossed. “If you think love is something that can be understood through experience, then go ahead. Experience it.”

    Alhaitham considered this. “You want me to fall in love?”

    Kaveh shrugged. “I want you to test your own hypothesis.”

    Another pause.

    Then—

    “That would require a subject.”

    Kaveh snorted. “Good luck with that.”

    Alhaitham hummed.

    And then—calm, calculated, infuriating—he lifted his pen, tilted his head, and wrote beneath Kaveh’s challenge:

    “You’ll do.”

    Or, how Alhaitham accidentally weaponized his thesis as a flirting technique and Kaveh is absolutely not having a good time.

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