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Kaveh stood next to Alhaitham, far too close to be proper, and quietly, as a secret shared between friends, looped his pinky finger around his. The touch was fleeting, the briefest—and greatest—of comforts before pulling away. Alhaitham wanted to scold him for the touch. He wanted to clasp the prince’s hand even tighter. He could do neither.
A prince unfit for his crown. A librarian with a singular wish: to protect the sanctity of his peaceful life. In one night that peace is ripped from them, and in the aftermath they are forced to assume mantles they never wanted.
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20 Dec 2025
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quick wit but nothing good to say by cherotonin
Fandoms: 原神 | Genshin Impact (Video Game)
14 Nov 2024
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Tighnari’s jaw snaps shut. They both watch in silence as Al-Haitham, ritual worshiper of the daily workplace routine, a transcendently habitual creature set in his ways since the moment he accepted this job offer, reaches thoughtlessly into his desk organizer for a pen and instead comes up with three-quarters of a pastel blue crayon.
Al-Haitham pauses. He looks down at the crayon in his hand; then, at the document he was about to sign. Next, he casts his gaze across the rest of his desk, where it lands on a sheet of scratch-n-sniff stickers in place of his post-its and a heart-shaped hole punch replacing his stapler. His hand visibly twitches.
I will get you, he mouths at Kaveh. Then he puts down the crayon and signs the phrase without breaking eye contact, just to be thorough.
Good luck, moron, Kaveh signs back. Then he blows a kiss.
Al-Haitham and Kaveh have a totally normal and mature workplace prank war of totally normal and mature proportions.
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- Part 1 of the university of sumeru city
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10 Dec 2025
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Kaveh says, “Al-Haitham, what would you do if somebody told you they were in love with you?”
Carefully, Al-Haitham sets the paperback down onto the table. Hardly read, its stiff spine folds back into itself, his place lost within the pages just before the climax, the meat of the story just beneath his fingers but now mislaid by the narrative.
Al-Haitham is tempted to ask, Why? Are you in love with me?
Al-Haitham, a sculptor, is in love with Kaveh. Kaveh, who's craft is oil painting, was in love with Al-Haitham once. Not anymore.
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16 Nov 2025
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If love was a place— by Intensely_Reading for Ae_rynn
Fandoms: 原神 | Genshin Impact (Video Game)
01 May 2024
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Al-Haitham’s hand comes up to hold onto Kaveh’s. Within minutes, his breathing evens out and deepens in his sleep—only broken intermittently by his wheezes in between. Kaveh continues combing through Al-Haitham’s hair, up and down and up again. He slides his fingers through his bangs, rubs away the slight wrinkle near his brow, trails his fingers down the bridge of Al-Haitham’s nose, and traces over the curve of his cheek.
Al-Haitham shifts, mumbling in his sleep—hand tightening over Kaveh’s wrist.
Something painfully warm clicks in the softest parts of Kaveh’s heart.
(Love, in the form of unconditional touch.)
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06 Oct 2025
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Once Kaveh got very sick and found a raised lump on his throat. It hurt to touch. For three seconds, or maybe four, Kaveh hoped desperately there were more: little lumps under his skin eating away at his insides until there was nothing left, until his body was subsumed and all that was left was rot. That was how his father’s brother died but Kaveh was so young he couldn’t remember his father’s brother’s face.
That night Kaveh’s mother batted his hand away from his neck and said in a rare moment of frustrating clarity, It’s good if it hurts. That means your body knows something is wrong, so it won’t stay. It’ll be gone soon.
Later, Kaveh slept under his bed and wondered if his mother’s words were true. Was it good to hurt? She didn’t like it when Kaveh cried, and at that age Kaveh cried a lot, even when he wasn’t sick and even when he wasn’t sad, though he’d learned to cry quietly and alone. Maybe that was good too. He was getting rid of it, and it would be gone soon.
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05 Oct 2025