GONNA PUT THESE IN BEFORE I GO TO THE DENTIST
There has been numerous occasions that Alhaitham literally (bluntly) teases Kaveh with the feather he usually has in his hair.
SENSITIVE👏AF👏HIPS👏
Man is SCREECHING over a small squeeze, and it's oh so close to a seagulls cry too lmfao
THIS IS ALL I CAN DO FOR NOW, ILY MUAH MUAH 💖
I’m totally fucking writing a fic off of this brb-
Bear with me, I’ve only met the roomies through their voice lines and the new event
Tickles below the cut in this household
“You’re lucky that I’m too young and pretty to go to prison.” The architect growled as he turned his back to his roommate for the nth time.
For some reason, that Kaveh could not seem to wrap his mind around, Al Haitham had been testing his last nerve all day.
“And yet you’re still older than me.” The scribe deadpanned, plucking the inky paintbrush out of the blonde’s hand.
“Hah! You didn’t deny that I was- wha- hey! Give that back” Kaveh whined, standing up and knocking his chair over.
Al Haitham held the utensil above his head, his expression not changing. “How precious… poor thing can’t keep his mind in order.”
“Will you just- Ugh!” Kaveh jumped and retrieved his paintbrush, glaring at the scribe. He scoffed and sat back down, unrolling the blueprint he was priorly working on.
Al Haitham waited for the architect to return to his work, then carefully removed the feather from the blonde head of hair in front of him.
Unbeknownst to Kaveh, his annoying roommate had gotten hold of something that was going to quickly ruin his plans. All seemed fine, and his focus was back in order, until he felt a foreign feeling brush along his left ear.
A squeak left his mouth as he recoiled and whipped his head around. “AL HAITHAM!” He roared, standing up from his chair once more. “Give me my feather back!”
As he had done earlier, the gray-haired male held the feather above his head, this time sporting a smug grin.
“Do you want my attention or something? You’ve got it right here!” The architect replied, using his roommate’s shoulder for balance and scaling him like a mountain.
The gray-haired male exhaled in amusement as he easily wrapped an arm around the older’s waist, and pulled him close to his face. “You’re so in love with me, it’s painful.”
“Y-You-!” Kaveh stuttered as his face flushed red. “J-Just give me my damn- hYAH!”
Both stopped dead in their tracks, the blonde’s face growing even an deeper shade of cherry red.
“Kaveh are you-” The scribe retracted his hand from his roommate’s waist immediately
“S-Shut up, just-“
“I’m sorry… I didn’t mean to hurt you, I was just messing around with you.”
Kaveh had never seen his roommate look so guilty in his life. He instantly went on the offense to help Al Haitham feel better. “No, no, I swear you didn’t hurt me. I’m sorry to make you worry. I’m just a bit sensitive around the area near my waist.”
A glint of malice shone like a star in the gray-haired male’s eyes. “Sensitive? What do you mean, Kaveh?”
Al Haitham was closing in fast, and Kaveh felt his embarrassment returning. “N-Nothing. Forget I had said anyt-hihihing. Wahahahait! Ahahahal Hahahaithahaham!” The architect whined.
“Aren’t you just so precious?” Al Haitham teased as his hands squeezed at the blonde’s sides in a calculated tempo.
“Dohohohont tehehease mehehehe!” The architect cried as he pushed against his roommate’s face.
Naturally, Al Haitham is built like a brick shithouse, so Kaveh didn’t do anything besides give the gray-haired male the upper hand. The scribe wasted no time grabbing both of the blonde’s wrists and holding them in one hand.
“Yohohohourehehe suhuhuhuch ahaha bahahastahahard! NGH-“ Kaveh squeezed his eyes shut as his nose scrunched; Al Haitham had just struck gold. “WAITWAITWAHAHAHAIT!”
“Wait for what? An invitation?” Al Haitham quipped in his usual monotone, drilling his right thumb into the architect’s left hip. “Seems like I found a sensitive spot, eh, roomie?”
“PLEHEHEHEHEASE!” Kaveh twisted in vain as he pushed his body against his “assailant”
“Please what?”
“BEHEHE CAHAHAREHEFUHUHUL!”
“Oh? Be careful? You aren’t begging me to stop? How cute…”
“STAHAHAP TEHEHEASIHIHING MEHEHE!”
“But why? Would you rather me focus on tickling you better instead?” With this comment, the gray-haired male released his roommate’s wrists and used both hands to knead circles into Kaveh’s hips.
The blonde squealed incoherently.
The scribe couldn’t help the slight smile that toyed at the edges of his lips. Kaveh was, in all reality, quite lovely when he was letting go and giggling freely.
Truth be told, Al Haitham could listen to the melodious sound all night, but he didn’t want to ruin the fun and turn the sweet action into something torturous. So, as soon as Kaveh started to reach his limit…
“OHOHOKAHAHAY! IHIHIHI GIHIHIVEHE! PLEHEHEHEHEASE! IHIHIM AHAHALL DOHOHONEHE! STAHAHAP!”
The second he heard “stop”, Al Haitham did so. Upon first look at his roommate’s goofy grin and flushed face, the gray-haired male’s stoic facade dropped for a moment. Replacing the ever-present scowl was a pleasant smile of amusement.
“Well,” Kaveh blustered. “I’m glad someone had fun, because I-“
“Don’t you lie to me. You only asked me to stop one time.” Al Haitham shot his roommate a wink, and I return received the gift of the most adorable a look of pure embarrassment.
With a whine, the blonde flopped down onto the couch in their living room. “You suck.”
The scribe exhaled fondly and knelt next to the couch. “Oh don’t be such a baby, it’s okay to enjoy things that make you laugh.” He rested his hand on the architect’s back. “I for one think that it’s nothing to be embarrassed about.”
Kaveh went still as he slowly turned his head to look at his roommate. “Y-You don’t think it’s-“
“Not in the least.” Al Haitham didn’t even give the blonde a chance to finish his hidden self-deprecating sentence. “If it makes you laugh, and makes you forget your troubles, then I’ll be happy to oblige in your request any time you need a pick-me-up.”
Kaveh huffed as he hid his head in the couch once more. “Can you do it again?”
Al Haitham smiled as he brought his hands back in position over the architect’s sides.
‘Cute’ he thought. The silence of his mind was interrupted by the precious giggles of the man he most definitely, absolutely, positively, no-way no how, did NOT have a crush on.
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Haikaveh: Take Care of Yourself
In which Alhaitham looks after his overworked bf <3
"I have work to do." Kaveh says, not taking his eyes off his table.
He's been working on these blueprints for a few nights in a row now, only leaving to shower or get a new cup of coffee.
Alhaitham sighs, pinching his brows, "You're going to pass out if you keep this up."
He looks at the clock and sees that it's already 1 am.
"This is a major project for the Kshahrewar, Hayi," Kaveh furrows his brows, taking another sip of his coffee, "I can't afford to take breaks now!"
"Just extend the deadline—"
"I can't do that Hayi!" Kaveh turns to look at Alhaitham with an exasperated look on his face, "I won't disappoint my juniors. They already have high expectations of me since I'm the "Light of Kshahrewar.""
"You'll work yourself to death. I can put the Kshahrewar's major projects on hold or have someone reliable take charge for a period of time," Alhaitham places a hand on the back of Kaveh's neck, slowly rubbing circles on it.
"I am the Acting Grand Sage after all."
Kaveh looks up from his chair to see Alhaitham's piercing gaze laid upon him.
"You're abusing your power as the Grand Sage—!" Kaveh frowns.
"I'll abuse it as much as I need to if it means my sun won't work himself to death." Alhaitham says, suddenly picking Kaveh up from his chair.
Alhaitham places his hands under Kaveh's legs and back as Kaveh yelps.
"What do you think you're doing?! Let me go, Alhaitham!" Kaveh exclaimed, banging on Alhaitham's chest.
Alhaitham ignores him, bringing him to their shared bedroom and throwing Kaveh down onto the bed.
Kaveh whines, "That hurt, Hayi."
Alhaitham joins him on the bed, forcing his lover to lie down with him. He traps Kaveh in a tight embrace, and Kaveh tries to fight back but fails miserably.
"Go to sleep, Kaveh."
Kaveh desperately tries to wiggle out of Alhaitham's tight hold, but suddenly feels the tiredness after being pulled out of his office.
Kaveh huffs, "Fine... I'll sleep."
"Good." Alhaitham says, ready to close his eyes, but Kaveh suddenly places both his hands on either side of his face.
"Wake me up tomorrow at 8 am, Hayi— no! Set an alarm for 7 am." Kaveh instructs.
Alhaitham sighs, "Sure."
"Hmph. Goodnight Hayi...I love you" Kaveh falls asleep easily, passing out in Alhaitham's arms.
Alhaitham places a gentle kiss on Kaveh's forehead, "And I love you."
——— The next day, Alhaitham wakes to a panicked Kaveh, as they both get up at 3 pm.
Turns out Alhaitham didn't set that alarm.
:3 ehe
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