#poly kavetham

[yostresswritinggirl]

That Loud House

pairings -> Alhaitham x Reader x Kaveh; poly

words -> 2,574 words

An architect, a scribe, and a prodigal drop out walked out of a house. Somehow they all fell in love, even tho they don't look like it when they're outside. (next)

As a local citizen in Sumeru City, you must have heard about that loud house in the higher levels.

Infamous for reasons already in the name, it had become a running gag, transcending the foundation of the structure to its well-known owners.

The loudness of that house wasn't anything new, but the occupants and its most recent addition made the legendary house ever so entertaining than annoying. Their names known far and wide, even touching the desert with gossip.

Out comes Alhaitham, the grand Scribe of the Akademiya holding himself to such high regard as both the lunatic and the savior of all of Sumeru.

Next leaves Kaveh with a bit more pep in his steps, so uncharacteristic of the Master Architect when he's frequently whining about his living conditions and roommate.

And last but never ever least exits you, gently closing and locking the door behind you unlike the first two to leave, rubbing at your eyes as you stumbled through the streets of the city with nothing but muscle memory guiding you.

No one knows how the relationship of that loud house came to be, only that one day, suddenly three people lived there. And those three people loved each other, expressed in some way that none of the Vahumana scholars can ever explain.

How you three came to be is a very... peculiar arrangement that people could only know if they asked. But out of your trio, only Kaveh is the approachable one, and even he didn't know the full story.

The true story of your relationship is privy to only you and Alhaitham, but the man would never entertain gossipers (for the sole reason of wanting them to overthink and hypothesize). And the two had made it very clear that they don't want you to be bothered by such trivial matters.

Foundation

No one would ever believe that Alhaitham started this complicated relationship, but he did. And no one but him and his clever brain would know how long he had planned for this.

"I see you're spacing out again," you pause in your walk as you silently watch the silver-haired Scribe make his way over. "Good morning."

"Good morning, Alhaitham." The scholar easily falls into step with you as you continued your leisurely walk, consciously adjusting your hair when you realized how well-kept next to your sleep-deprived self. "I'm fine, how about you?"

You've known the man even before he became a Scribe, even before he graduated and became your senior. How your closeness came to be is already a blur in your mind, but if there's one thing you're certain of, he at least enjoys your company.

You've bonded over collaborations for research before and after he graduated. Perhaps that's what draws him to you, he always liked and supported your ideas as much as he can even when no one does. Sadly, his work and your problems kept your interactions scarce.

"Wrong, it is actually already afternoon. Clearly, you are not fine and you can't deny it now." Oh my - you gently, slowly put your palm to your face, already so done with his antics for today.

It looks like you have a lot to catch up on since the last you talked. And Alhaitham, ever so smart, caught on with the impending long talk who proceeded to guide you to the tables outside Djafar Tavern.

When Eymen came over to take your orders, Alhaitham instead ordered for the two of you when you were about to refuse the service. Right, he's a rich guy now.

"How's your research been?" And at the sight of your sour face, he connected the dots almost immediately. "Same old?"

"Same old Akademiya. They won't fund anything that's not useful or groundbreaking, and I really liked this topic, too." And at his urging nods, you went on a tangent of the curiosities you've been hooked on for a while now, another idea he approves. "I don't understand why they are so heavily guarded with research regarding the history of the desert. I just want to learn more."

"Then leave the Akademiya." Stabbing into the Tandoori Roast Chicken a little too harshly, you looked at him with wide, incredulous eyes. "What? If the Akademiya is restricting you then you can continue your research without their laws applying to you."

Lunatic. That's just like him. Looking at you innocently with a raised brow as if he didn't just say something so out of pocket.

"You know I can't do that."

"Why not?" Bingo! That hesitant side glance confirmed his hypothesis easily, there's more than just the Akademiya that's putting circles under your eyes. Even as you occupied yourself with chewing the chicken, he kept his eyes on you like a hawk.

You sighed. "Research is my only income, unlike you, Scribe." He must be paid really well for his position, after all. "Rent in the City is also rising, I have to pay that next week, too. I'm so tired."

What is up with the people his close to and financial problems? He shakes his head. "Then drop out of the Akademiya and live with me." Unfortunately, this time he didn't care that you had chicken in your mouth. He continued while you're busy coughing your lungs out. "With my income, I'm more than glad to support your research. With this arrangement, you can focus on what you want and your health as we-"

HUH?! "Shu - fu - shut, shut up for a second." Eymen quickly came to your aid with a glass of water after seeing the commotion, but as he was about to pat your back, a stern look from your friend(?) made him think twice. "Do you even know what you're saying?"

"Yes. It's quite simple really," Alhaitham sat up straighter on his seat and uncrossed his arms. "I'll be your research support, I can even help you on them if need be, and living under my roof will remove you of financial burden.

"Deal." Eymen let out a loud 'huh?!' as he looks at you like you have a fungus head. "And I assume that you want something out of this, too?"

Nodding approvingly of your perceptive thinking, his next words both had you and Eymen reeling. "In exchange, date me and Kaveh."

... On second thought, it's not just you and Alhaitham that knows the true story.

But no one ever believes Eymen the bartender.

Surveying

Apparently, they were not in a relationship. Apparently, Kaveh doesn't even know about the terms and conditions of what transpired that day.

"Oh! Fancy meeting you here!" With the context, you awkwardly reciprocated the hug the architect greeted you with.

"You two know each other?" Alhaitham emerged from the guest room were your bags and items will be making home until this arrangement is over.

Kaveh, your Kshahrewar senior raised to the power of 2 was someone you had also collaborated with beforehand. Learning about the different periods Sumeru went through, as well as the civilizations of the other regions, the architect thought it was common sense to ask you for building inspirations.

The architecture was a part of your studies, right? Perhaps by seeing the different buildings all over Teyvat, he could infer his own design for his plates. You remember working on it for two days straight because you didn't want to disappoint him with a half-baked result, not when such a household name depended on you, a no name researcher.

"Well, that makes things easier then. They are staying with us from now on."

"They are?" The blond turns to you. "You are?!" You nod. "Oh, an angel descends from the skies to preserve my sanity in this house!"

You shake the hand offered to you, his smile brightening up more. "Let's get along, shall we?"

And get along you did. To be fair, it wasn't really that hard knowing Kaveh is Kaveh, and Alhaitham as his point of reference makes everyone look like saints.

However, being in the middle of these two also guarantees you to always be in the middle of their notorious arguing, even after you all settled into a genuine relationship.

"It's called a passion project, what is so hard to understand about that? Then again, knowing you, it wouldn't be too far fetched." Closing your eyes, the taste of the freshly cooked baklava became more apparent to your taste buds.

"It's not about whether this project is so important to you, it's the fact that it is missing a crucial factor: feasibility." Pulling the mug in your left hand, you washed down the sweetness of the pastry with slightly bitter coffee.

"What do you know about architecture to tell if it's feasible or not? You took one look at my plates and think you know better." Gulping your food, you let out a silent yawn as you tried to blink the sleepiness away.

"One look at it and I can see that you've put zero thought to the prices of the materials." What time is it? Maybe you can get some last minute nap before heading out.

"Why you -" Before you can register their morning argument subsiding, the feeling of hands on yours and your cheek jolted you awake.

"Why are you dozing off? Did you not sleep enough tonight?" As Alhaitham takes away the mug in your hand, Kaveh proceeds to wipe the pastry crumbs around your lips. Shaking your head, your blond lover moves to stand behind your chair.

"You told us you have an important errand today, you're gonna be late!" Then he starts to brush your hair back to style it as usual. Prying an eye open, you see a glimpse of Alhaitham cleaning up the table, as well as a hint of a subtle smile when his gaze caught sight of you and Kaveh.

Of course, if there's one thing that Kaveh and Alhaitham can agree on, it's their love for you. And that's honestly enough for them.

Structuring

Alhaitham viewed you as his responsibility in this symbiotic relationship, and when the time came that Kaveh settled into the arrangement, taking care of you became easier.

While it's not apparent, the Scribe hated seeing you stressed or down especially when you're susceptible to it than normal.

Things such as bills, needs, funding, rejected thesis can greatly affect your mental health greatly. And that in turn messes with the functionality of your brain, the same brain that he greatly adores. So with lesser jargon Alhaitham entrusted this information to Kaveh so that they both can look out for you when the other isn't there.

Unlike Alhaitham however, Kaveh's less used to your antics.

A shrill scream that can definitely be heard past the walls of the house made him jump and trip out of his bed, stumbling out of his room as he made a mad dash towards the room where the scream came from.

"(Y/N)?! What's wrong?!" Oh gosh, did you get hurt? Did someone break in?! Alhaitham is going to kill him for real this time!

Turning around from your spot in the middle of the living room, you pulled your hands out of your messy hair at the sight of your blond architect. "Kaveh? Oh shoot, I'm sorry did I wake you?" You thought you were alone in the house.

Shaking his head, his hands land on your shoulders to look for any signs of injuries. But no, based on the messiness of your hair, it seems more like an internal turmoil. "I heard your scream, tell me what's wrong, dear."

"Sorry, sorry, I was just really frustrated -" He needs to get you to clear your mind then, like what Alhaitham instructed- "Because of this stupid DIY miniature set."

"What?" Looking past you to the coffee table, there was the evidence of your frustrations. Cloth and wooden panels strewn about, and a mess of papers either discarded or needed littered the carpeted floor. "Why are you working on a DIY miniature house? Is that a house?"

"To destress." You raise your hands up in defense when Kaveh sent you a deadpan. "I think it's a Mondstadt style house."

"Why didn't you ask me to help then?" Forgetting his initial plan, he went on to seat on the floor and caught sight of the instructions page. Occupied with the interesting structure, you curiously sat next to him as he looked at the pieces. "I'm an architect, this is my forte!"

But... you're the one that's... trying to destress?

When Alhaitham came home, the house was suspiciously quiet despite having the lights open. Did one of you leave the main floor lights on by accident? Hanging his cape by the door, walking further into his shared home finally gave him the answer.

Cut up paper and trimmed fake plants scattered the area together with various small tools that he carefully picked up before anyone could step on it. There is a small model of what seems to be Mondstadt structure in the middle of the mess that could easily fit in his palm.

"This is what you two did the whole time?" But he expected the lack of response.

After all, as he turns towards the couch, there Kaveh laid stretched over the entire length of the long seat with his arm shielding his closed eyes. And there you lay on top, basically faceplanting the architect's chest.

Alhaitham could see the dried up clear glue on the tips of your fingertips.

His attention averts back to the miniature house. And that's when he sees it. Leaning down, the Scribe plucks up a copper wire with tiny bulbs jutting out here and there, with a switch at one end.

Oh. You two must have forgotten to add the wiring before assembling the piece and slept the frustration away.

Chuckling to himself, the man crossed his legs as he sat, picking up the discarded tweezer and glue. What would you two do without him really?

You were startled out of your shopping trip at the sound of someone screaming your name, followed by a person you've never met writing over to you. A mahamata personnel?

"We're sorry to bother you but Mr. Alhaitham and Kaveh -" Of course, it's about them.

It was a fallacy that everyone keeps committing at this point, believed in assumptions without evidence, but you followed the man to the destination to Treasures Street.

And when you stood in between the two quarreling scoundrels you call your lovers, the man who was hoping you'd stop the disturbance on peace looked confused. Of course he was.

After all, the arguments are part of the charm. Just because you came into the picture doesn't mean they'll stop in your presence, no, that's not your function in this relationship. However -

"I made progress."

"You did?! Thank goodness, I was worried you'll have to wait another day for dusk!" Kaveh flipped like a switch at the good news, eagerly suggesting to eat out for the occassion.

"Did you write it down? I wish to compare notes with my own hypothesis back home once we're done. When's the last time you hydrated?"

The public watched in confusion as the trio of lovers left the scene towards Lambad's Tavern, the argument turning into a conversation of jargons and lexicon that they can't follow.

It's always so eventful seeing the occupants of that loud house when they're together.

They just wish things were a little quieter.

Finally, the lesser organized poly series counterpart of CtM is here. Should have stuck to the headcanons format honestly but at least I know this isn't gonna be a one off thing lol

@ireallylikehamsters

[scaredpigeons]

More than you can chew III: three is company

Previous // Next // First

Elirah (genshin impact OC) x Alhaitham x Kaveh

Word Count: 6K

WARNING: NSFW 18+ MDNI. This fic contains smut between all three characters, and includes very heavy kaveh x alhaitham. All characters have consumed small amounts of alcohol, but not enough to impair judgement.

CW: m/m/f threesome, sex, penetrative sex (m and f receiving) heavy BDSM dynamics. Dom!alhaitham, sub/slight switch!Elirah, sub/slight switch!Kaveh. Cussing, Oral, squirting, teasing, fingering, consent is sexy, dirty talk, use of nicknames: little slut, pretty girl, little flower, baby. Anal sex (m receiving) creampie, cumming on ass, mild cum eating, Kaveh gets sex🚂’d (alhaitham inside him while he inside elirah)

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Kaveh’s gaze burned a hole into the side of Elirahs skull, and she couldn’t focus on what she was doing. 

Granted, she couldn’t really focus anyways, Alhaitham was consuming her like she would disappear at any moment, his hands grabbing at the flesh of her hips like she was going to run away from him. 

She very much planned to stay exactly where she was, but Kaveh watching her made her feel… squirmy. 

Eli was no stranger to sex. In fact, she’d say that apart from her duties to her archon, casual sex was one of the things in life that she truly enjoyed without reservations. Well, without some reservations. 

Did she go around sleeping with everyone? Certainly not. She was very picky, only sleeping with trusted friends, or people whom she knew were capable of being a lover without the expectation of tying her down to them. 

That’s one thing she couldn’t have, a relationship that trapped her. Her freedom to come and go and do as she pleases while serving Lord Kusanali’s wishes was the most important thing to her. 

The akademiya tried to pin her down, and she rebelled, causing a lot of problems for her archon, which was the only reason she decided to be nice and play ambassador for her god in Fontaine. 

That had ended spectacularly for her self esteem, which is why she hadn’t had sex in the many months since the revolution that happened while she was off playing house with a harbinger. Well, a harbingers half-baked lackey. 

Yeah. She was still a little sore about that one. 

Alhaitham’s hands were the first hands that had touched her in many moons, his lips were the first she’d kissed in a long time that had made her feel so breathless, and yet her best friends heavy gaze was distracting her from what was shaping up to be one of the hottest encounters of her life. 

She pulled away from Alhaitham, the acting grand sage chasing her lips in a needy way that made her grin. She leaned back, looking off to the side at Kaveh, who was perched on the same couch, watching the two of them like they were the finest entertainment money could buy. 

“Kaveh,” she said, eyes fluttering as Alhaitham kissed up her throat, leaving little nibbles as he went. “I know you suggested that we don’t stop just because you got home, but I didn’t think you’d be sitting and watching us.” 

Elirah felt Alhaitham grin against her skin, his nips growing harsher as she held back noises, watching Kavehs red eyes glimmer in the candlelight.

“Why wouldn’t I watch?”  Kaveh said, leaning an arm against the back of the couch and resting his head there, tilting it playfully. “This little scene has been a long time coming, though I thought it would take you both much longer, being as stubborn as you are. I owe Tighnari money now.” 

“Excuse me?” Elirah tried to sound offended, but it was so like the architect and the forest ranger to make bets on stupid, petty things like this. 

Tighnari had once suggested a betting pool on when Alhaitham and Kaveh were finally going to break and become an item, but Elirah refused to take part in it, if not for anything but the sheer fact that the archer was way too greedy about his starting wagers. 

Speaking of the two of them…

“Are you sure you’re not just jealous, Kaveh?” She tried to hide the whimper at the end of her question as Alhaitham licked and sucked on the sensitive skin beneath her ear, but her eyes fluttered back whether she wanted them to or not, and her question lacked the teasing tone she’d intended. 

“Me, jealous?” Kaveh leaned forward, and she could smell the faint scent of wine on his breath. Not enough to make him drunk, but apparently enough to make him honest. “No, I can have him whenever I please, but seeing you like this is a rare treat, little flower.” 

Elirah flushed despite herself. Kaveh called her little flower when she was younger, many years his junior and trailing after him with Padisarahs in her pockets, in her hair, clutched in her hands, only stuck together because their mothers were close once. 

“S-so he finally admits to sleeping with the scribe?” Alhaitham continued to lick and kiss and paw at her as she tried to keep her cool. “I thought the light of Kshahrewar was so far above sleeping with his juniors?” 

Kaveh lifted a lithe hand to her face, tucking a strand of her disheveled hair behind her ear as he smiled dreamily, though there was a heaviness behind it, a sort of mischief that Elirah rarely saw. 

“There are a few exceptions, it would seem.” 

Eli shuddered at the implication. She’d always found Kaveh very beautiful, very attractive, but she had never really entertained the idea that he would be interested in her in that way. 

Alhaitham scoffed a bit, pulling away from Elirahs red and flushed skin, leaving little spots that she was sure were purpling as he spoke. 

“Are you going to kiss her, or am I going to have to shut you up myself?” He looked at the architect pointedly, and Elirah squirmed in his lap at the thought. 

“You should shut him up, I want to see that.” She whispered. 

Alhaitham’s eyes thinned in mirth, and he promptly deposited Elirah beside him, rolling quickly onto Kaveh, pinning him against the back of the couch. 

“Wha— hey!” Kaveh exclaimed. “I was enjoying the show!” 

Alhaitham hummed against Kaveh’s lips. “Well now she can enjoy a little show as well.” 

Alhaitham devoured Kaveh with the same ferocity she’d met when their own lips combined just moments ago. Kaveh seemed helpless, lost, completely unable to break free from the spell that Alhaithams tongue had on him, and with the moans and whimpers he released as the scribe carried on— it seemed like he was very much content with staying put. 

The buzzing spot between Eli’s legs throbbed as she watched the two in front of her moan and kiss and grope at each other, her eyes trailing to where Alhaithams hand palmed over Kaveh’s groin and he squeezed, making Kaveh buck his hips and whine pitifully. 

“Eli, come here.” Her eyes fluttered to where Alhaitham had broken the kiss, his eyes dark and expression teasing. 

She obeyed, the gratification of seeing Kaveh get flustered when Alhaitham picked her up and sat her in the architect's lap was well worth obeying something Alhaitham told her to do. He persisted in his demanding role, pushing her head towards Kavehs’s as the scribe kneeled on the floor in front of them. 

“You two can enjoy yourselves up there, I’ll be down here for a moment.” 

Eli watched as Kaveh’s expression shifted, and she could feel movement behind her,  but it wasn’t until she felt Alhaitham’s hair brushing against the backs of her thighs that she realized what the scribe was up to. 

“Do you get the acting grand sage on his knees for you often, Kaveh?” She whispered, grinning as Kaveh moaned, his eyes squeezing shut as if he was trying to concentrate. 

Kaveh just grabbed her by the back of her head, his long fingers tangling in her hair. He yanked her closer, so close that their noses touched, their breaths mingled.

“Just wait until he starts on you, you little minx.” Kaveh was breathless, his retort sounding far less menacing than she’s sure he meant, but it caught Alhaithams attention. He reached his hands up to palm at her bodysuit, fingers brushing along her breasts in search of her zipper. 

He paused his mouthing of Kaveh’s cock to sit up and shuck her clothes down and off her once he pulled the zipper free. Kaveh’s eyes flickered to her chest as his face flushed, but he quickly averted them to the ceiling as Alhaitham managed the awkward task of removing her clothing while she was still on his lap. 

“If you want this to continue in the direction it's going Kaveh, it's okay for you to look at me.” Eli smirked. 

Alhaitham snaked his arms around Elirahs waist, warm hands grabbing at the skin there as he eyed Kaveh over her shoulder. 

“Do you want to stop?” He asked, seeking out Kavehs gaze. 

The architect’s eyes flickered from Eli’s chest to Alhaitham’s eyes and back, his fluster growing more evident. 

“No, no, I want this, this is….” Kavehs hands rested just above Alhaithams, his eyes warmly tracing her bare skin, bared just for the two of them. 

“This is perfect. I want to continue. I’m just…” Kaveh paused, his expression growing sheepish. 

“Are you nervous because you’ve not been with a woman before, Kaveh?” 

The blond tensed beneath her. 

“You really don’t know the art of subtlety do you?!” Kaveh snapped, his brows furrowing. 

“Hey,” Elirah cupped Kavehs cheeks in her small hands, tilting his face up to meet her gaze head on. “Everything’s okay. Do you want to take things slow? I’m okay with slow.” 

His eyes shifted between hers, and for a moment, he looked a bit startled. But he must’ve realized who he was with, because he then hung his head a bit in shame, making her bear the weight of it in her hands. 

“No, I’m… I’m amiable to the pace Alhaitham is setting. I just don’t want this to ruin anything between us. Like, what if I—“ 

“Kaveh.” She cut him off. 

He looked up at her. 

“Kiss me.” 

He looked confused, but hesitantly wrapped his other hand around her head, pulling her just that much closer as their lips connected. He kissed her gently, but with passion, tongues lacking hesitancy as the heat of the moment overcame them. 

It felt lovely, kissing Kaveh. Her chest warmed— he was so beautiful, his lips were so soft. She felt Alhaithams hands tighten on her waist, he must have thought them beautiful together as well. 

She pulled back gently, feeling him lean and chase the feeling of her lips. She smiled. Looking at him with all the love and care she had held for him all these years. 

“You’re still my best friend Kaveh, nothing will ever take that away. It might change, it might grow, but I’ll never stop caring for you.” 

His face grew incredibly red then, and he moved his hands to wrap around her shoulders, pulling her close and out of Alhaithams grasp to hold her in his arms. 

He hugged her, holding her naked body close for quite some time before he spoke. 

“Okay. Then let’s keep going. I want to keep going if you both want to.” 

“I was perfectly fine without the theatrics, but as long as we’re all understanding of what’s going on here, I’d like to continue.” Alhaithams voice sounded like he was rolling his eyes, so Elirah gave him a playful smack on the arm behind her. 

“Don’t you be like that, some of us need to talk things out before we pounce on each other, there’s nothing wrong with that, you brute.” 

Alhaitham just hummed, pushing her upper body back down towards Kaveh, hoisting her ass a bit further into the air before mouthing across the round flesh. He nibbled as he came closer to her thighs, making her squeak and blush as Kaveh chuckled at her wide eyes. 

Alhaitham then dove directly between her legs, licking up her core without warning, making her moan and squirm. 

“Oh, fuck!” Her eyes clenched, and she gripped onto Kaveh’s sides, tugging on his shirt. 

“I told you. That damned tongue is good for more than just talking shit, you know.” Kaveh snickered, eyeing her expressions with lust. 

“I— I can see w-why you keep him around now.” Elijah stuttered out. Earning herself a playful smack on the ass from the scribe. 

She jumped, whimpering at the sharp sting that accompanied the pleasure oozing from her core as Alhaitham licked and suckled at her clit. 

He pulled away, and suddenly Kaveh tensed again, letting Eli know that he was right back to sucking him off. 

Now that she could focus a bit more, she leaned in and mouthed her way across Kaveh’s jawline, suckling on the skin of his throat and leaving little love bites as she went.

The blond continued to squirm as she pulled at his shirt, and she could feel Alhaithams head bobbing just beneath her ass— his hair brushing against her thighs in quick motions. She could hear the slurping noises as she pulled Kaveh���s shirt up and off of him, her hands roaming his chest as he tossed his head back on the couch. 

“Fuck!” Kaveh whined as Elirah raked her blunt nails down his chest, just hard enough to leave faint red lines in their wake. 

She bent down to give his nipple a little kitten lick, delighted that he seemed particularly sensitive there, and she proceeded to lick and suck all across his chest until he was whimpering and pushing at her shoulders like he was about to burst. 

“You— you both… I’m gonna—!” She stilled, watching him pant and whine as Alhaitham stopped as well, pulling away to rest his chin on Elirah’s shoulder. 

Kaveh’s chest rose and fell rapidly, and he squirmed, bucking himself up so hard that his dripping cock brushed against Elirahs bare ass, and she grinned a bit, enjoying his shameless desperation. 

“Don’t tell me you were expecting to cum so soon?” Alhaitham said, bringing his hands around to Eli’s chest, squeezing her breasts for the blond’s viewing pleasure. “And with such a beautiful woman in your lap, receiving absolutely zero attention. How selfish of you, Kaveh.” 

Kaveh sputtered, his face red and hands gripping her hips as he continued shifting and bucking beneath her. 

“Fffuck, please!” He whined. “You don’t always have to be so fucking mean, Alhaitham!” 

“Hah.” Alhaitham huffed. “Mean? You don’t even know the definition of the word.”

The acting grand sage grabbed Elirah as if she weighed absolutely nothing to him, flipping her around and pushing her back against Kaveh’s chest, trapping his cock against her plush ass. 

Kaveh hesitantly wrapped his arms around Elirah, avoiding her breasts but squeezing the flesh around her waist appreciatively. 

Alhaitham lifted his hand, thrusting his fingers at Kaveh’s mouth with a firm demand to suck, and Kaveh obliged, licking and sucking at them rather provocatively, making Elirah’s core throb with the sight of it in her peripherals. 

“Haitham,” she said, smaller than intended. “I don’t think that’s necessary, I’m plenty worked up, you shouldn’t need to…” 

Her eyes trailed to where Alhaithams hand was fisting his cock, she hadn’t noticed before, but now that she was turned around it was evident that he’d been pleasuring himself this whole time. 

“Oh.”

His cock was huge. Bigger than any she’d seen, bigger than any she’d taken. It was long and thick, the tip the prettiest shade of pink, oozing filthy amounts of precum as he fisted along his length. 

“I’m not going anywhere near you until you’re thoroughly prepped, Elirah.” He said as he pulled his fingers free from Kaveh’s mouth. 

“Yeah,” she stammered as she eyed the weapon between his legs.  “Yeah, that’s… probably best.” 

He started with one finger, hesitantly pushing it in, pulling back when he met no resistance and adding another, slowly pushing forward and crooking his fingers gently, making her keen. 

His fingers were so long, she’d secretly admired his hands in the past, before she thought she hated him, and now they were inside her, poking and prodding deeper than her own could ever hope to reach. 

He picked up the pace, crooking them so deliciously when he found the spot that made her squeak, made her thighs tense where they were spread, her feet planted on the couch on the outside of Kaveh’s legs. 

She could feel Kaveh’s cock twitching against her backside, the length of it jumping, smearing wetness across her skin. 

It was all so filthy, so hot, so incredibly gratifying that when Alhaitham crooked his fingers once more, she broke, and an extremely satisfying orgasm rocked through her. 

Wave after wave, Alhaitham worked her through it, his fingers keeping a steady pace. 

“Haitham,” she gasped, “haitham— please!” 

He was relentless, pushing her past a pleasurable point into glorious overstimulation, and she keened, writhing in Kaveh’s grip. 

Finally, finally, after what felt like ages of pleading with him, he pulled his fingers from within her, stroking his cock with the juices that still coated his fingers. 

“Kaveh,” Alhaitham paused, pressing the heat of his cockhead just at her entrance, teasing her. “Remember when you told me I was being mean?” 

She could feel Kaveh swallow behind her, shifting her weight a bit in his lap. 

“You’re going to hold her while I fuck her, and if you can manage to not touch yourself, to not cum— then I’ll take good care of you afterwards,” he leaned, reaching past her to squeeze at his waist, looking over her shoulder with a stare that bordered on menacing, but oh so hungry. “Does that sound mean enough for you?” 

“No,” Kaveh muttered. “That’s… that’s fair.” 

“Good boy.” Alhaitham said simply. 

His focus trained back to her, and he pushed forward, watching her eyes as he pressed the head of his cock within her tight walls. 

She swore she could feel her eyes nearly pop out of her skull. 

Her core throbbed, clamping down around him like a vice, just as relentless as his pursuit into the depths of her. 

Inch after inch he pushed in, until about the halfway point, when he must have realized she was holding her breath to prevent any noises from escaping. 

He watched her face return to a somewhat normal colour as she took a deep breath when he paused, her face scrunching up in what she was sure looked like discomfort, which was half the truth. 

The other half was that she felt, to the deepest extent of the word: full. She felt like her stomach was bulging, like he was about to split her in half. 

“Are you alright?” He said, and she let a weak laugh of disbelief punch through her chest. 

“You— you’re kidding right?” She said, eyes wide, staring up at him. “You’re so…. So fucking huge. How is this even possible?” 

“You're doing so good, ‘Lirah.” Kaveh’s soothing voice was an octave lower, whispering gently in her ear as his hands ran up and down her waist in soothing motions. 

In her pleasurable distress, she’d almost forgotten he was there, but was suddenly very grateful for his grounding presence. 

Alhaitham moved in another inch, slow, before pausing for her again. 

“Fuck!” She shouted into the charged air around them. “How— how do you even take this, Kaveh?” 

“Should I be offended that you assumed I’m a bottom?” His lilting voice teased her ear as he nibbled on the lobe, hot breath making her shiver. 

“She’s not entirely wrong, so there's no need for a fuss.” Alhaitham grabbed one of Kaveh’s hands, bringing his fingertips to her aching core. 

“You see this right here? Feel it?” He swirls Kaveh’s fingertips over her clit, making her cunt clench and pulse around him, and she sees for a moment that it’s affecting him more than he’d like to let on. He composes himself and continues though, much to her displeasure. 

“That is her clitoris. You should be able to infer what to do from here. Pay very close attention to her reactions, observe and readjust as needed. It will help her to take all of this.” 

Kaveh nodded, for once, having no quips to Alhaitham ordering him around. She squirmed as he swirled his fingers around her pulsing bud, and Alhaitham was right, it did help ease the slight twinge of discomfort she was feeling. 

She moaned, arching her back as Alhaitham pulled out ever so slightly to push back in, Kaveh’s fingers swirling around her clit diligently, so softly. 

“Doesn’t that feel better, pretty girl?” Alhaitham murmured in her ear, sinking in a bit deeper, almost to the hilt now. 

She felt like she was going to burst, but the ache in her clit was nearly mind numbing, making her body feel warm and fuzzy all over as Alhaitham pulled out and pushed back in, nearly there. 

“Do you wanna take it all?” Kaveh whispered to her, his fingers swirling and swiping as she writhed in his grip. “Wanna take it all for us? It’ll be so good, I know you’ll love it, baby.” 

Elirah keened, nodding as her back arched. “Please! Please Haitham—“ she gasped. “I can take it!” 

“You can take it, huh?” He smirked. “You sure about that?” 

She nodded, nearly delirious. “Uh huh, uh huh! Please!” 

“You're so filthy, Elirah,” he teased, inching out of her slowly. “But maybe I should’ve expected that from you.” 

She whined, but the noise was ripped from her throat as he pressed all the way inside of her, melding into a scream as the tip of his cock pressed into the deepest points of her body. 

“Fuck!” Her back arched, her eyes nearly popped out of her skull as she came, Kaveh’s fingers pressing into her clit combined with the feeling of being so fucking full sending her completely over the edge, unexpected.

There wasn’t even that much of a buildup, it just wracked through her like an explosion, making her legs twitch and spasm as she came and came and came, Kaveh’s fingers keeping her going as he watched in awe. 

Alhaitham took that moment to begin fucking her, working his monstrosity of a cock in and out of her core with an embarrassing wet sound that would have set her on fire if it weren’t for the immeasurable pleasure coursing its way through her body with each thrust. 

She’d never felt so good in her life. Nothing compared to how overwhelmed she was in this moment, with Kaveh murmuring sweet nothings in her ear, his hands finally, finally toying hesitantly with her breasts, fingers twirling around her nipples. 

Alhaithams grip on her hips was relentless, his thrusts brutal as he pounded against what she figured was her cervix. She’d never felt anything so deep, it tore broken little “ah,” noises from her throat with every thrust. 

“Fuck,” Alhaitham hisses, his hands readjusting on her hips. “You’re going to come again, already?” 

She was unsure what he meant, but then she realized she could feel herself clenching, twitching, her moans growing more desperate as the pleasure welled within her like a tidal wave. How he knew before she did— well Elirah figured that was just proof of how fucked dumb she was becoming, because when she came, it overtook her senses, her body contracting as she gasped in surprise, wailing as the pressure of her orgasm pushed Alhaitham completely out of her body with a torrential gush.

”Fuuuuck,” Kaveh groaned as he watched her squirt all over Alhaitham’s lower half, soaking their couch and Kaveh’s pants in her arousal. 

Alhaitham stroked himself as he watched her core pulse and twitch as she came down from it, her chest heaving with each breath. Kaveh’s arms held her close, stroking over her sides and kissing along her cheek and neck in an attempt at comforting her. 

“That was beautiful,” Kaveh whispered. “I’ve never seen something so fucking hot in my life.” 

“I’ve never…” she panted, eyes fluttering up at the ceiling as she tried to catch her breath. “I’ve never done that before…” 

She can feel Kaveh’s length twitching and leaking against her back, and she can hear the wet sounds of Alhaitham stroking himself to her image. She lolls her head to the side, resting on Kavehs shoulder, and her stomach flips at how lustful his gaze is. 

His eyes are dark, gaze heavy, a bead of sweat runs down his face to the column of his throat and she feels the deepest desire to lick it off him. 

“Oh yeah?” The scribe says. “Let’s see if you can do it again, on Kaveh this time.” 

As if she weighed little more than a sack of rice, he picked her up and flipped her around, making her face Kaveh once more. She felt him shuck Kaveh’s pants off, throwing them into whatever void took her clothes as well. 

“Are you still alright, Kaveh?” Alhaitham asked behind her, and she shimmied her hips, looking at Kaveh’s flushed cheeks. 

“Y-yes!” He stammered, his hands hesitantly holding her hips. “But shouldn’t you be asking Eli as well?” 

A firm smack cracked against the cheek of her ass, and Elirah moaned, long and filthy, her eyes nearly rolling back as she pushed her hips further back towards Alhaitham.

She could feel him spreading her, baring her to his heavy gaze. “If you could see the way this sluttly little hole is weeping and clenching, just begging to be filled up again, you would realize that the question would be obsolete.” 

His voice was sending her, making her spine quake with shivers as she held onto Kaveh’s shoulders. Who knew the scribe would have such a filthy mouth? But she should have suspected, considering his darshan, that the man would have such a way with words within the bedroom as without. 

Kaveh’s brows scrunched up with concern as he looked between the two in front of him, and Elirah couldn’t help but pant at the way his hands held her tighter. Protective. Possessive. 

“H-haitham, you know as well as I do that verbal consent is extremely important.” 

Eli was in such a haze, slipping further into a deep headspace she’d not encountered in a very long time, a headspace that she’d not slipped so easily into in the past. 

For all his faults, all their past conflict and turmoil, she trusted Alhaitham in this moment, and wanted more. 

“Well, little slut?” Alhaitham breathed, grasping her hair and pulling her back with a tug to speak directly into her ear, his breaths heating up the flesh. ”Are you still alright with the pace I'm setting? You want to keep going? Take Kaveh’s cock for me like a good girl?” 

“Yes— yes, yes! By the archons, don’t stop.” She was rambling, wanting more and more of this addicting feeling. “Keep going, just like this, I love this, it's so good—  ‘Haitham, don’t stop.” He hadn’t even done anything, was just holding her, but after those earth shattering orgasms, she was pliant and willing in his hands, wanting anything and everything he could give her. 

A pleased hum rumbled from Alhaitham’s chest and into her spine, warming her even further. 

“See?” He said to Kaveh, thrusting her back into his chest. “I can be nice.”

Kaveh grabbed her face, smoothing down her hair as she looked at him with heavy, hazy eyes. She squirmed in their hold, and whined when she felt Kaveh’s cock brush against her aching hole. 

“Gods, Alhaitham. She’s so far gone,” Kaveh murmured, pressing gentle kisses to her lips. “She slips into it so fast, like she was made for it.” 

“Mmhmm,” Elirah nods, heavy and dumb, wanting to be good. So, so good for them. 

“She still lasted longer than you did the first time,” Alhaitham says, palming over her ass. The easy way they’re conversing about her as if she isn’t even there has her keening into his touch, wordlessly begging him for more. 

“You were— ah!” Kaveh gasps as the head of his cock is pushed into her waiting cunt, sucking him in with no resistance as her juices roll down his shaft. 

“K-Kaveh!” Eli cried out, her sensitive walls fluttering around his length. He wasn’t as big as Alhaitham, but he still had glorious length and a curve that had her curling her toes up as it pushed against her g-spot. 

“Oh my gods,” Kaveh moaned, his hands squeezing her hips as he slowly but surely thrust himself within her, nestling himself deep inside until her throbbing little clit was pressed against the trimmed hairs at the base of his shaft. “H-How are you still so tight after he hollowed you out like that?” 

“Filthy.” Alhaitham simply said as he ground her down onto Kaveh. The two beneath the scribe moaned as their bodies writhed together, losing themselves slowly in his guidance. 

“Why don’t you ask Kaveh how his first pussy feels, hm?” Alhaitham whispers in her ear. “Don’t you feel so special being his first?” 

Something in her quivered as she groaned, leaning her head back against Alhaitham’s shoulder as she continued to grind her hips down onto the blond beneath her. 

“Yes, yes! Is it— is it g-good Kaveh?” She panted. “Do I feel good? Am I good for you?” 

Her mind was in shambles as she looked down at him. He was so flushed, panting weakly as his eyes flitted across her body, across the beads of sweat she could faintly feel rolling down her skin. 

“Yes, baby.” He whined, hands gripping her hips hard enough for his nails to leave little crescent moon indents in her plush skin. “You f-feel so good… better than anything— better than… fuck!” 

Alhaitham had leaned forward to wrap a large hand around Kaveh’s throat, looking at him predatorily over Elirah’s shoulder. 

“Should I be offended by that?” He said, fingers squeezing the sides of Kavehs throat. “I’ve lost count of how many times I’ve broken you into pieces while sitting on your cock. And you’re still going to say that in front of me?” 

Even with his eyes rolling back with pleasure, Kaveh was still weakly rutting his hips into Elirah, matching the pace of her stuttering movements on his cock. 

“You’re… you’re gonna deny the way she— she feels?” Kaveh choked out, his voice wavering with the overwhelming pleasure. “I wouldn’t… wouldn’t be upset if you said that she’s— fuck!— that she feels b-better than me. I’d believe it.” 

Alhaitham seemed satisfied with that answer, loosening his hold on Kaveh in favor of guiding Elirah’s hips into a more punishing pace. 

“It’s like comparing zaytun peaches to harra fruit.” He said, licking along the column of Eli’s throat. “Different, yet delicious. I’ll happily devour them both the same.” 

That made the both of them shudder, and Eli felt herself clenching around Kaveh, making the architect cry out and squirm. 

Suddenly, Alhaitham’s hot breath was in her ear. “Would you like to see him lose himself completely?” 

She nodded, whining at the thought of seeing him even more wrecked than he already was. 

Alhaitham dipped his fingers in between her folds as she rode, drenching them in her sticky arousal. A moment later Kaveh’s eyes bulged wide, and he keened, his hands gripping her hips hard enough to leave bruises. 

He stopped meeting her pace, breathing heavily as if he was trying to focus. 

“What’s wrong?” Eli rolled her hips, hungrily wanting him to keep going. 

“He’s got… he’s got his—“ he gasped, eyes rolling for a second. “His fingers… in…” 

Elirah groaned, her mind drenched in the most obscene delight as she realized what Alhaitham was about to do. She stilled her hips, leaning forward to kiss Kaveh as Alhaitham worked him open. 

After a few torturous minutes, Alhaitham used his other hand to dip in between her legs again, and she could hear the sounds of him slicking up his cock with more of her juices. She leaned back, meeting his chest once more as they both looked down at Kaveh, who was blinking up at them both in nervous anticipation. 

“I told you I’d take care of you, didn't I?” Alhaitham murmured down at him. “And you were such a good boy for us, wasn’t he Eli?”

Even though Elirah herself was still deep in the throes of subspace, the prospect of seeing Kaveh reach those heights as well was quickly sobering her up, making her grin maniacally down at the blond. 

“Yes, such a good boy.” She said, light and breathy as she felt his cock twitch inside her. “So fucking perfect.” 

Kaveh keened as Alhaitham pushed forward, and the architect's mind seemed to short circuit as the scribe simply pushed in all the way with a single, slow thrust. 

Kaveh looked broken, his jaw hanging open but not a single sound leaving it as his wide eyes lay locked on the ceiling, his hands white knuckling in their hold over Eli’s hips. 

She hissed, rolling them over his as she tried to fuck him out of his shock, and it pulled a very broken whine from his slender throat. 

His cock throbbed inside her, and some movement from Alhaitham seemed to stir him up, making him cry out loud, full and needy from his chest. 

“Please, please please please—“ he sobbed beneath them. “I’m not gonna— I’m not gonna last, please!” 

Elirah moaned, letting Alhaitham move her hips once more as he rocked into Kaveh. 

It was hot, sticky, incredibly messy. But oh so gratifying to watch as Kaveh truly lost himself. 

He whined, pleading to Alhaitham to let him cum— he was so close, please, please let me cum!

After another torturous moment simply just to tease him, Alhaitham simply told him that he was asking the wrong person for permission. 

“Eli!” He cried out, watery eyes pleading with her. “Can I cum, can I cum, please please please let me cum!” 

Her pleasure was mounting, right on the precipice as well, but she drew it out just a moment longer to savor this moment. 

“Where do you wanna cum, Kaveh?” 

He whined, biting his lip as his face flushed even deeper, his brow pinching together as he held himself back before he released a deep breath, answering her. 

“Inside— please inside, please let me cum inside!” 

She smiled, feeling her orgasm reach its limit, choosing the last moment to gasp out a breathy “cum, Kaveh.” 

And he did. It was oh so warm, and he writhed beneath her as he gasped, feeling his cock twitch and throb as he pumped her full. She rode out her own orgasm with the satisfying feeling of it oh so deep inside her. 

Behind her, she heard Alhaitham curse out, pulling himself back until she felt hot ropes of his spend splatter all over her ass, dripping down her cheeks to land on Kaveh’s spread thighs. 

Their hot and heavy breaths mingled in the charged air of the living room, the couch most likely ruined, but none of them made any moves to get up, to clean their mess. 

“That was…” Kaveh huffed, his hands smoothing down Elirah’s hips in a soothing motion, whether to soothe her or himself, she wasn’t sure. 

“Incredible.” Elirah breathed, letting herself fall forwards into Kaveh’s chest with a little groan. She felt his softening cock slip free, feeling his cum start to drip from her still clenching hole, but neither of them seemed bothered, so neither of them moved. 

Alhaitham moved though, he simply spread her ass once more as if to get a better look at the mess, giving a satisfied hum. 

“You’re on birth control, yes?” The scribe asked. “If not, I can run over and get some post-coital contraceptives, no problem.” 

“I’m on birth control,” she said, turning her head to nuzzle in the crook of Kaveh’s neck affectionately. “And if you ever say the phrase post-coital ever again, I will stab you without hesitation.” 

Kaveh snorted, weakly raising a hand in affirmation. “I second that.” 

Alhaitham made a small contemplative noise, his hands squeezing Elirah’s ass once more. “And here I was going to offer to clean you both up, but it seems like you’d both rather do it yourselves, yes?” 

Eli jumped, tensing a bit. “Well well, don’t be too hasty now, you’re the orchestrater of said mess, so I think it’s only fair if you clean it up!”

Alhaitham hummed once more, before Eli felt his hot tongue snaking across her folds, licking some of Kaveh’s cum from her in a firm stroke. 

“What are you doing?!” Elirah exclaimed, feeling her cunt give a sensitive throb at the motion. 

“Cleaning up the mess.” He simply said, licking across her ass. 

Though she was thoroughly satiated, she had a sneaking suspicion the night was far from over, and when Kaveh’s cock gave an interested twitch beneath her, she realized she was well and truly screwed. 

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AN: whatcha think? I really love dom haitham, its literally my favourite thing ever lol

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Kaveh finally got his wish ;0

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YES!!! YES THE BUNNY HYBRID GIRL WITH KAVEH AND HAITHAM!!!! i need more please you write so well lord pLEASE I NEED MORE

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"Sit."

The way their sweet little puppy girl stared up at them, hearts in her eyes, flooded with nothing but absolute adoration. Her tail wags and her soft ears twitch, barely containing just how elated she felt. The ball of her heels were tucked under her bum, her weight holding herself to the floor, lounging in a cute little kneel in front of her two most favourite people. Just as her master had instructed.

"Good girl.. sweet girl," coos Kaveh, raking his hand through her hair, scritching behind her ear. A whine warbles from the back of her throat, she keens into his touch and her puppy tail wags impossibly faster. The two men sit before her, eying her over, pleased with their sweet puppy's obedience.

"Open", instructs the ever impassive Alhaitham. He presses two fingers to his sweet puppy's lips, pretty and plump, caressing them from side to side. She eagerly separates her lips, tentatively pressing her tongue to the tips of his large fingers. Alhaitham's hard gaze softens ever so subtly, a 'hmm' rumbles from his chest. His puppy visibly beams, her ears stand up against Kaveh's hand and her fluffy tail, ever so persistent, follows in suit before wagging again. Alhaitham pushes his digits into her pretty little mouth, she is eager to take them, drooling spit all over them, wanting to make her masters happy. His puppy moans sweetly around his hand, her tongue swirls slowly between the juncture of his fingers, licking up and around, coating them in hot spit. She squirms in her position, her thighs burning her core aching, yearning for any form of friction on her cunny.

"Shhh.. shh darling, you're doing such a good job.. so pretty for us... just a little bit more pretty girl.." Kaveh chimes in, his hand straying from her soft ears to the apple of her cheek, caressing her skin ever so gently.

"Such a good girl.. our precious girl," he coos again, praising his sweet puppy for behaving so well. She whines breathily on to Alhaitham's fingers, becoming drunk on the sweet words that tumble from Kaveh's soft lips. She could stay here forever, sucking on her master's fingers, sitting prettily for them while warming whatever appendages they pleased in her mouth. Alhaitham removes his fingers from her pretty mouth, a slick string of drool chasing after them. Their puppy whines flushed, dumb and fucked out just by sucking on her master's fingers. Her breath hitches and she keens, nosing at his hand for more. Alhaitham 'tuts' and brings his fingers to his own mouth, the taste of his pretty puppy's breath on his fingertips.

His cock stirs in his pants, pressing hotly against the firm material. His fingers slip from his mouth with a heated exhale, slick with both of their essence. Kaveh brings Alhaitham's wet fingers to his own lips, peppering kisses and teasing bites against his fingertips, tasting both of them on his tongue. Alhaitham groans and utters profanity, entranced with Kaveh's pretty lips, his glinting vermillion eyes testing him. Alhaitham had half a mind to take on Kaveh for his behavior, he thought otherwise however, their puppy was waiting. He slips his fingers from Kaveh, getting up from his seat and steadily situating himself behind his sweet darling puppy, who sat so nicely for him.

He slides his hand down her back, resting it upon her hip, his palm warm against her skin. She moves with the pull of his hand, situating herself on her hands and knees, cheek resting on Kaveh's thigh. Alhaitham brings his spit coated hand to his little puppy's behind, wasting no time and stuffing them into her pretty puppy cunt. His puppy pants, breathlessly whining, burying her face into her other master; Kaveh. Kaveh soothes his sweet girl, his hands return to her puppy ears, massaging sweet circles into them. He coos and praises her for being 'such a good puppy', 'what a pretty girl'.

"My sweet puppy, behaving so well, such a good puppy" Kaveh soothes. She writhes in his lap, clutching to him for comfort as her puppy cunt gets fucked by her other master's fingers. Her sweet puppy cunt drools over his fingers, clenching over the bullying pace he sets for her. The puppy girl keens, her face red hot, eyes glittering with pretty tears. Kaveh coos, praising the sweet girl for behaving so nicely. Alhaitham removes his fingers from her gushy cunny, exhaling through his teeth. His palms rest against his sweet puppy's round cheeks, pressing his wet fingers into her plush skin. He pulls them apart, exposing her pretty drooling pussy, all for him to see. She whines, and her tail stands still in embarrassment, slightly, tentatively wiggling in anticipation. Alhaitham puckers his lips slightly before spitting a hot glob of spit on to his puppy's pussy, painting her with his saliva. Her sweet tail wags faster, her toes wriggling and her body squirming in excitement. Alhaitham buries his face into her sweet puppy cunt from behind, licking and nibbling at her little clit.

His sweet puppy girl cries out, babbling and whimpering into Kaveh's lap, who soothes her so sweetly, petting her head and caressing her face. Kavehs hands never leave her, he scritches and scratches her ears, sending the most delicious shiver to her cunny. Alhaitham breathes against her core, heatedly, matching the scorching ache of her pretty clit. She nuzzles her cheek into the pretty pink tip of Kaveh's cock, her eyes doughy and dumb as she looks up at him. Kaveh sucks in a breath, exhaling shakily, tentatively, tapping his flushed head against his puppy's pretty lips. Her hot puppy breath overwhelmed him, his cock aches.

"Good girl." Alhaitham chokes out matter of factly. He licks a long stripe up his puppy's cunny, savoring the sweet taste on his tongue. He props up, kneeling behind her, his fat cock snuggling between the fold of her pretty puppy cunt. He holds the base of his cock, pushing the thick head up and down her cunny, catching her pretty clit. The puppy moans out loud, her tongue dragging against the head of Kaveh's cock, creating a delicious friction for her master. Kaveh can't resist, slapping the head of his length on her pretty tongue, his head lolls back and he chokes out a moan. Alhaitham grips his puppy's soft hips, grinding his cock against her opening, dipping his tip into her hot cunt. His puppy sobs and pushes back, trying to catch his thick cock in her cunny, have him fuck her nice and deep. Alhaitham's hold tightens, bruising his naughty puppy with his fingertips.

"Bad puppies don't get what they want," he deadpans. His palm crashes against her soft ass cheek, his puppy sobs out a garbled whine, her head tucking into Kaveh's gentle hand.

"What do you say?" Alhaitham huffs, bringing his palm down a second time. His puppy drools, her glittery eyes roll back at the contact, Kaveh nudges her softly, egging her to please her other master.

"mm.. 'm sorry.." She whines and warbles, chirping sadly into Kaveh's lap, her tail droops. Alhaitham 'hmms', his palm strokes over the red imprints he created on his sweet puppy's skin. Satisfied, he brings her drooling puppy cunt to his length, burying his cock deep into her warm cunny, bottoming out, her pretty ass pressed against him. His puppy barely chirps a sound, breathlessly whining as his cock plunges into her. Alhaitham starts his pace, fucking into her puppy cunt meanly, bullying her sweet sweet cunny with his fat cock. His pretty puppy's pussy was so wet, so excited to be used and abused by her master. Obscene gushy noises come from her cunt as he fucks into her, clapping against the skin of her behind, her slick drooling down her thighs. Kaveh watches them, the tips of his ears fire red, his cock aching so badly for his pretty puppy, he wanted some attention too. His sweet, sweet puppy girl minds him, gazing up at him prettily with a fucked out expression. She opens her mouth with a moan, drool sliding down her tongue dribbling on to the tip of Kaveh's cock. Kaveh grits his teeth, edging his sweet puppy's mouth towards his aching length, gently, petting her soft ears and cooing to her.

"That's it.. c'mon puppy, so close... so close.. put it in," Kaveh practically sings, his voice laced in honey and desperation. His pretty puppy dumbly laps at his head, licking up and down, tasting the sweet milky pre that drips from his slit. Kaveh groans out loud, his hand tightening into his sweet girl's hair, she chokes out a broken whimper. He mutters a string of apologies, petting her hair down, he tickles the skin of her cheek with his finger tips, thumbing her chin. He pinches her face softly, guiding her to his cock by her chin. Her lips pry open, she pants and moans out as Kaveh edges his cock into her mouth. His pretty puppy cries, sinking down on her master's cock, swallowing around his tip so deliciously.

Her puppy cunt gushes, Alhaitham's cock pounds her silly, fucking her cunny through her orgasm. Her sweet puppy pussy creams on his fat cock, spraying slick all over her thighs. A thick ring of white cream forms as the base of his cock, Alhaitham shudders and picks up his pace, fucking his little puppy dumb through her climax. His pace jutted her forward forcing her to throat Kaveh's thick length. Kaveh bites his lip hard, thrusting his hips up into his puppy's mouth, meeting the force of Alhaitham's thrusts through her pretty mouth. She drools and gags on his cock, clutching onto his thighs for any sort of leverage. Her ears flatten and her tail wags hard, moaning muffled by Kaveh's cock down her throat.

"Oh pretty.. s-sweet puppy... I'm going to cum... you're going to make me cum!" Kaveh cries out, his hips sloppily fucking into his puppy's warm mouth. Alhaitham groans in agreement, his hips coming close to her own, humping against her ass, grinding his cock head into her drippy puppy cunt. She chokes a whine against Kaveh's cock, the vibrations shooting through his body. Kaveh gasps, throwing his head back as he humps against his puppy's lips, his hot cum shooting down her eager throat. His puppy shallows obediently, her cheeks wet with tears, drool and cum dribble down her chin. The feeling of Kaveh's cock pumping down her throat eggs her own unsuspecting climax, her cunny clenches hard against Alhaitham, squeezing him wetly, she messes over his cock, creaming over his length.

Alhaitham heaves a moan out of his chest, he pushes his hips as far as he can, his cock pulsing into his puppy's pussy. Her cunny squeezes him so well, as she gushes and squirts on his fat cock, milking him like a good little puppy, he paints her puppy cunt white with his cum. He rocks his hips, riding out his orgasm, petting his puppy's hair, his hand nudging Kaveh's. Their little puppy wobbles, finding comfort in Kaveh's lap, nosing at his clay skin. The trio pant and swallow thickly. They caress each other sweetly, grounding one another, coming down from their golden high together.

𝙸𝚍𝚔 𝙸𝚏 𝙸 𝚂𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝙵𝚎𝚎𝚕 𝙴𝚖𝚋𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝙾𝚛 𝙿𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚍 𝙵𝚘𝚛 𝚆𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜-

𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚔 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝙵𝚘𝚛 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐!

𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚔 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝙰𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝙵𝚘𝚛 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙰𝚜𝚔 ♡

♡Original Post♡: BUNNY GIRL! Reader x Alhaitham & Kaveh

𝙿𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝙳𝚘 𝙽𝚘𝚝 𝚁𝚎-𝚄𝚙𝚕𝚘𝚊𝚍 𝚆𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝙿𝚎𝚛𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗!

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[redhothoney]

A long 4ggravate highschool au headcanons thingy because I am a multi fandom bastard and I'm hyperfixated on them

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Tighnari and Alhaitham are the two smartest, but they aren't academic rivals. Haitham is better at literature and social studies, while Tighnari is better at math and science. They tutor each other on their bad subjects.

Kaveh is the art kid, ofc. He loves drawing and painting. He once made a whole sturdy structure out of marshmallows and toothpicks. He draws Haitham the most, but claims he draws Cyno more.

Last is Cyno, he's sporty and a huge teachers pet. He has office duty and has a huge ego about it. He lets Kaveh get away with skipping, but annoys Haitham and Tighnari about being a second late.

Now dating time!

The first crush that ever happened in the group was Alhaitham getting a crush on Cyno in elementary school. He just thought Cyno was the prettiest in a cute elementary schooler way.

Og highschool couples were cynonari and kavetham. The couples would often go on double dates, one time Cyno and Kaveh ran off at a fair leaving Haitham and Tighnari behind. The two walked around holding hands and Haitham won Tighnari a huge fox plushie, but it was tOtAlLy PlAtOnIc

After a while communication happened and they all realized they liked each other.

Haitham and Tighnari constantly hold hands in the hallways. Tighnari is always nervous that someone's gonna just touch his tail, so Haitham is his shield.

Kaveh does Cyno's hair everyday before classes start. High pony with bangs, low pony, a messy bun. Kaveh is in love with Cyno's hair. But the one time it backfired was with pigtails. Cyno almost beat the shit outta Kaveh

Cyno drags Haitham everywhere because scary dog privilege. Haitham also just picks Cyno up at random times to annoy him. Cyno just wiggles like a feral cat, but after a while goes limp.

Kaveh loves to nap on Tighnari's tail. The blonde is absolutely obsessed with it. He'll put cute clips on it, he'll braid the longer parts, and it's just his comfort spot. He brushes Tighnari's tail to help calm himself.

Kaveh and Haitham go to the library all the time. Kaveh loves reading about ancient architecture, while Haitham grabs almost every book he can find on authors to quench his hyperfixation.

Cynonari go on ice cream dates. Cyno loves mint choco while Tighnari despises it with a passion. Tighnari always gets some "tropical fruit" like lychee or dragon fruit. Cyno is basic as hell, vanilla or mint choco.

Lastly they all always attend Cyno's games. For whatever sport he does, they're always the loudest fans. One time Kaveh almost physically fought a girl because she claimed to be Cyno's #1 fan (dramatic bitch)

[gay-salt-amber]

HaiKavehCyNari headcanons

Haikaveh+Cynari poly relationship :>

Written with @capricoffe

- Petnames

Cyno’s to Al Haitham is ‘Ham’ or ‘Babe’

^ to Kaveh is ‘Sunflower’ or ‘Flower’

^ to Tighnari is ‘Darling’ or ‘Fluffy/Floofy’

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Al Haitham’s to Cyno is ‘Princess’ (To piss him off) or ‘Dear’

^ to Kaveh is ‘Babygirl’ or ‘Brat’

^ to Tighnari is ‘Star’ or ‘Cupcake’

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Tighnari’s to Al Haitham is ‘Smartass’ or ‘Lovely’

^ to Cyno is ‘General’ (In Public) or ‘Puppy’ (In Private)

^ to Kaveh is ‘Sunshine’ or ‘Ace’

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Kaveh’s to Al Haitham is ‘Daddy’ (In Private) or ‘Sweetheart’ (In Public)

^ to Cyno is ‘Lilac’ or ‘Honey’

^ to Tighnari is ‘Nerd’ or ‘Rose’

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- Before they got together, they all liked each other but didn’t know, so Kaveh confessed to Tighnari and Cyno confessed to Al Haitham, after a year of dating they all confessed to each other and are all dating each other know

- There’s obvious favoritism between the four, Kaveh to Tighnari and vise versa and Cyno to Al Haitham and vise versa

- Tighnari is the ‘house husband’ and so whenever the three of them are going to work Tighnari’s like

• Tighnari: You ate right? Did you take your medicine?

• Al Haitham: Yes, and yes, now goodbye Nari I need to go

• Tighnari: Ok, bye my lovely~

• Kaveh, talking to Cyno when Tighnari’s distracted: Having a house husband is great

• Cyno: Mhm

• Tighnari: Sweetheart, I heard that

• Kaveh, hiding behind Cyno and walking out the door: No, no you didn’t-

• Tighnari: Mhm sure 

- During their lunch break, Kaveh and Al Haitham were having lunch together and Kaveh had so many presentations that day so he was trying not to fall asleep as he had some more after. He ended up falling asleep and both him and Al Haitham got out of work that day

- Once Kaveh got mad at Al Haitham for not taking him to the desert with him to see Cyno and here’s their conversation-

• Kaveh: Why didn’t you take me with you to see Cyno!

• Al Haitham: Because you brat, the two of us needed to discuss something 

• Kaveh: Fine, then Tighnari or I won’t be cuddling with you tonight

• Al Haitham: You’re forgetting I have Cyno to cuddle

• Tighnari and Cyno walking in: We’ll cuddle you both, it’s fine 

• Kaveh, running to Tighnari: Roseee he’s being mean

• Tighnari patting his head: I know, just so, so mean to you sunshine

- Al Haitham and Cyno like to bully Kaveh and so this is what happens when they do 

• Kaveh: Tighnariiiiii

• Tighnari, looking up from his research: Why hello sunshine, what’s going on?

• Kaveh: They’re being mean again

• Tighnari, sighing: Alright, come here

~ They walk into their bedroom ~ 

• Tighnari: Anyone care to explain why he just came running to me saying you two are being mean?

• Kaveh: They’re cuddling and won’t let me cuddle with them

~ Cyno and Al Haitham, laughing their asses off ~

• Kaveh: See they’re being meannnn

• Tighnari: Oh you poor thing, you wanna go cuddle on the couch?

• Kaveh: Mhm-…

- Once Cyno was gone on an important mission for like two-three months and with minimum contact to the three of them since none of his letters reached them. So when he appeared in Al Haitham’s office for the first time, he was just shook to see Cyno there and ok

• Cyno: I’m home, finally

• Al Haitham: I-…you’re ok?

• Cyno: Yeah? Didn’t you get any of my letters?

• Al Haitham: What letters..?

• Cyno, annoyed now: I’ve sent them for th-

• Tighnari: Smartass, we’re home! Where are you?

• Cyno: I’m gonna hide and surprise them

• Al Haitham: Alright, I’m up here in my office you two!

• Kaveh: Any news from Cyno yet..?

• Tighnari: Yeah, is he alright?

• Al Haitham: Well uh-

• Cyno: Surprise~

• Tighnari, tearing up: You’re…home?

~ Kaveh and Tighnari run to him in tears hugging him ~

• Kaveh, bawling his eyes out now: You had us so fucking worried you bitch! Where were you for two months without telling us shit

• Cyno: Well as I was telling ham here before you two got here, I was sending you letters but apparently they weren’t being delivered

- Kaveh convinced the three of them to get a parrot, it was a bad idea. It took on Al Haitham’s attitude and kept repeating Kaveh and Tighnari’s moans

- The only time Al Haitham, Cyno, and Tighnari would let Kaveh be loud (besides in bed ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)) is when he was working on something and he was getting frustrated with it. Cyno would be the only person up and so he would bring Kaveh some tea but all Kaveh wanted was Tighnari so Cyno would have to wake Tighnari up so he could go comfort Kaveh and sleep with Al Haitham. After awhile Kaveh would be fine with any of the three comforting him unless he was really upset, then he begged for Tighnari 

- Sometimes Kaveh is tired from work or something and so Tighnari would let him sleep on his lap while he read or watched tv. He would also pet Kaveh and the first few times Kaveh would do that nose thing that bunnies do and so he would call Kaveh ‘bunny’ when they were doing that. Cyno had to come and pick up Kaveh and Tighnari got mad

• Cyno, picking up Kaveh: Come here you

• Tighnari, looking up from his book: Excuse me, we were cuddling

• Cyno: What? He needs to go to sleep in bed

• Tighnari: No he doesn’t, he was sleeping just fine on my lap

• Cyno: Darling, if you’re that upset about it just join him in bed. It’s 10:36 at night anyways, you should be in bed also

• Tighnari, making disapproving noises: Fine-

- Kaveh has a weird obsession with ducks, Cyno finds it weird but he has the same weird obsession but with frogs

- Tighnari likes to steal their hoodies and gets so flustered when he gets called out for it, Cyno, Al Haitham, and Kaveh fight over whos hoodie he’s probably gonna wear that day

• Cyno: Fluffy, is that my hoodie?

• Tighnari:…no?

- So I’ve seen that Al Haitham has his headphones because he has sensitive ears, and so he gets Tighnari matching ones but in earbud form cuz his ears are probably also very sensitive 

- The four of them have picnic/outdoor dates most of the time because it’s nice and quiet 

- Kaveh and Cyno are the blanket hogs and Al Haitham and Tighnari are the pillow hogs or just use Kaveh and Cyno as pillows

- Kaveh is the most extroverted out of the four of them and so when they’re out at restaurants, he does most of the ordering. Because of that he’s memorized everyone’s order

- Once they were walking around in the Bazaar, and Al Haitham got split up with the other three for like 2 minutes. He bought them all a 44 pound thing of cheese and Cyno is disappointed in him but also finds it hilarious

• Cyno: Babe, why do you have a giant thing of cheese?

• Tighnari and Kaveh laughing their asses off: ChEeEeEese

• Al Haitham: I was left alone and I saw it

• Cyno, trying not to burst out laughing: I swear to god ham-

- Al Haitham has many (and we mean many) photo albums of the four of them, and if he didn’t get a picture of the event he would just sketch it later

- They go to Mondstadt and Kaveh is instant drinking buddies with Venti and so Al Haitham has to drag his ass back to their hotel and Tighnari befriends Flora and Al Haitham and Cyno befriend Diluc with how much Kaveh goes to Angel’s Share with Venti

• Diluc: Cyno, your boyfriend is here again

• Cyno: Give Al Haitham and I 5 minutes, we’ll pay you for your troubles

• Diluc: Nah you’re all good, he keeps my boyfriend (Venti) entertained

• Al Haitham: You two are dating…?

• Diluc: Yes, how have you not figured that out yet…?

• Cyno: He’s reading half the time he’s here so he doesn’t see you and Venti’s making out sessions

• Al Haitham: Bitch

• Cyno: You love me~

- Whenever they go to a more public area/a place where people are Tighnari will always check with Al Haitham about if his headphones are working because either him or one of the other two will bring an extra pair in case

- Once Cyno and Al Haitham did that thing where you throw a cucumber in front of your cat but with Tighnari and it scared him so much that he jumped into Kaveh’s arms and Kaveh had to calm him down

- Tighnari has a box where he keeps the letters that the four of them send back and forth for when he’s in Grandhara Ville and feeling lonely

- Whenever Al Haitham gets too excited about something, he gets this like almost overstimulated feeling and so after that event’s done Cyno, Kaveh, and Tighnari leave him alone (per his request) so he can listen to music in peace to calm down

- Kaveh, super extroverted and social right? So once he had a really important project due at the end of the month and so he stayed awake most nights to get it done in time. By the time he had to present it the people he was presenting the thing to hated it. So when he gets home from that Tighnari’s in their garden and Cyno and Al Haitham are on the couch, and so he bursts into the house crying. The three of them are obviously worried and ask him what happened so he tells them. Cyno was especially furious about that because of how long Kaveh put into that project so he did some research and turns out that the leader of the people he was presenting the project to had multiple charges against him about fraud and money laundering, so he tells the three of them that the main guy is in jail now (Al Haitham and Tighnari are cuddling Kaveh to calm him down) and they’re all happy

- Kaveh will spank their asses when he walks past each of them and just not address it. Cyno will do it back, Tighnari gets all blushy and flustered, and Al Haitham will stop in his tracks confused like “What the fuck Kaveh-“

- The first time Tighnari was hugged by Al Haitham his head was against Al Haitham’s chest, so then ‘Dirty Mind’ starts blaring in his mind and he gets blushy

- When Kaveh was younger, his parents would fight and scream at each other every night, waking Kaveh up. And so whenever someone raises their voice at him or yells, he’ll start breaking down. Because of that, Cyno, Al Haitham, and Tighnari have made it a rule in their house that they can’t fight, raise their voice, or yell at each other. The same rules apply to their guests, they can’t fight, yell, or raise their voice in their house

- Their bed is covered in stuffed animals, their bathroom is also a fucking mess

- Once, some people who hated Al Haitham for what he did to the Sages and became the new Acting Grand Sage kidnapped Tighnari and Kaveh with the note “If you wanna see your two boyfriends again, step down as Acting Grand Sage and come to [Address].” He didn’t step down and him and Cyno go save Kaveh and Tighnari 

• Al Haitham: I could give less than a shit about being the Acting Grand Sage

• Cyno: Shut up babe, let’s just go save our princes

Tighnari and Kaveh were more clingy after that in fear they would be kidnapped again, and so Al Haitham didn’t leave their house for more than 30 minutes to an hour for the next few weeks to make sure they’re ok. Cyno couldn’t be home since he had a mission but wrote back as much as he could

• Cyno, to the postman: If these letters don’t make it home safely, you will not have a job when I get back

• Postman: Y-yes sir Mahamatra Cyno!

- Once when Tighnari was dropping Al Haitham’s lunch off he said “Here’s your favorite lunch  my lovely, oh, and here’s a rock I saw that reminded me of you.” Al Haitham takes that rock everywhere now

- Once as a prank, Kaveh and Al Haitham ignored Cyno and Tighnari for a day. The two thought they did something and after they revealed it was a prank, Kaveh and Al Haitham got banished to the couch for a week

• Kaveh: Sweetheart, cuddle me please

• Al Haitham: No, you’re the reason why we’re out here you brat

They ended up cuddling anyways

- Cyno and his dendro boyfriends

- When Tighnari gets blushy, little mini flowers pop up in his ears and the three of them find it adorable 

- One Christmas, Al Haitham got each of them a body pillow of their favorite boyfriend (Cyno = Al Haitham vice versa/Kaveh = Tighnari vice versa), but after awhile when one misses one of the boyfriends and they don’t have the body pillow, they switch

- Once Cyno sent Tighnari a letter from the desert to Grandhara Ville and the entirety of Grandhara Ville couldn’t sleep that night cuz of Tighnari screaming into his pillow

- They have a trophy closet for when Tighnari wins trophies at gardening contests. He wins most of the time cuz he’s dating Cyno and Al Haitham (scary boyfriends) and is just really skilled at gardening

- It’s rare to have a quiet house, and once Cyno and Kaveh were home alone in said quiet house. Tighnari got home and quietly listened to Cyno reading Kaveh a book to sleep on his chest

- Nahida and Traveler visit them regularly for meetings with Cyno and Al Haitham and have to bring Scaramouche, so Tighnari has to babysit both Kaveh and Scara while they’re meeting. He also hates Scara’s presence being there so he stays back with Kaveh to calm down

[kyarrific]

Fic: Don’t Let The Lights Go Out

Fandom: Genshin Impact (Video Game) Rating: E (18+) Relationships: Alhaitham/Kaveh, Alhaitham/Kaveh/OFC, Alhaitham/OFC, Kaveh/OFC, some mentions of Cyno/Tighnari, Ayato/OFC, Takuya/OFC, Xiao/Lumine, Scaramouche/Childe  Content: Rated E on AO3 - Please read the tags!  Summary:  When Kaveh's childhood friend returns to Sumeru, things between him and Alhaitham begin to get interesting. Little does he know that Lily is also Alhaitham's colleague, and both of them have more secrets than Kaveh could ever begin to imagine. Or, this is a story of an artist named Kaveh, his hacker roommate Alhaitham, and Kaveh's childhood friend Lily. It's a story about navigating espionage and love, when neither situation is what it seems. Chapter 1 - connect Chapter 2 - tend Chapter 3 - tell Chapter 4 - draw Chapter 5 : game

[silvernyxchariot]

Instead of finishing that Dehya drawing and then starting a Wanderer drawing, I do this shit./lh Why choose one, when you can have both? No, I will not elaborate.

Template from X/🐦

⚠️CW: A Demi rant⚠️

I feel like EVERYONE ignores or forgets demisexual exists, like we're the unwanted middle child. I've mostly seen Al Haitham headcanons for him being gay (for Kaveh & Aether) or straight (for Nilou & Lumine, rarely Dehya). Instead of giving you the dictionary, "Google it," definition, I will give you MY definition/how it feels. "That feeling of when someone earns your respect so much that they have a sliver of an opportunity to be attractive sexually/romantically." Most of the time, everyone is on neutral ground or falls into platonic love, but then there's that 1 in a million person who genuinely ignites your interest in being with them.

[throwaway-yandere]

His Version Of You [Yan!Kaveh & Yan!Veritas Ratio/Reader]

a/n: tis another solid “twas a crack idea but I made it too serious” fic. kavetham rivalry is overrated af, KaTio is the way to go /j. when you finish it, can you answer the poll at the bottom on who you would pick between these two? bless you.

unreliable synopsis: When one grieves, sometimes it is best not to be reminded of who you're grieving for. Especially not by fighting over a recreation of their heart and soul. [based on @2broschlininahotub & @meimeimeirin's request]

content warnings/tags: [light yandere vs yandere]/[implied poly!yandere/reader] fic, geniuses who can't take a W, au shenanigans, the girlies love to bicker it’s their love native language

"What were you thinking, you idiot?! Thank my reflexes that I caught the statue beforehand or else I would have to explain what a monumental mistake that is. Just use your common sense for once, will you?!"

"Please— I don't want to hear that from YOU of all people! This is MY stone. Stop acting like you actually care. You took us away from my world! You're the one who's too obsessed with researching it! It's like a damn test subject and not a companion to you!"

"That's because it is, you fucking oaf!"

"YOU'RE THE ONE GIVING ME FALSE HOPE THAT IT'S A LIVING BEING!!!"

Veritas stood with his arms crossed, eyebrows scrunched and his frown the deepest Kaveh had ever seen. The architect, absolutely baffled at his experiment partner's harsh evaluation, felt his eyes dampening. His bumping of the sculpture was pure accident, but Veritas' sharp tongue cut deep into Kaveh's pride. Even the most understanding of men would find his tone abrasive.

Getting riled up…Over a damn statue.

"Just because it's alive, doesn't mean it's a companion. And just because it is a test subject, doesn't mean you can just near-topple it as you damn please."

The arguments subsided. They exchanged long looks as they tried to figure out how the "little dispute" had come dangerously close to abusive. With his anger gradually fading, Kaveh was the one to take the first initiative. Kaveh steeled himself. The architect's shoulders dropped, and his expression softened. Jaded.

"Veritas... I'm sorry. As much as this statue… means… to me, I shouldn't have yelled at you. I-I was just upset, you're aware that I've been working all afternoon polishing the statue and I took that anger out on you. I'm sorry." Kaveh said.

"Right." Veritas closed his eyes. "Apology accepted. I understand that you're visibly distressed, but I will not tolerate low-quality work."

As Kaveh was about to get defensive, Veritas placed a hand on his shoulder.

"Which is to say, take a rest, Kaveh. Work when you can guarantee peak performance." Veritas sighed. "Rest. Pompom has already prepared your bed for you."

Kaveh cast his gaze down on the floor, wearing a feeble smile. Though their list of grievances from the past days was enough to fill two pages, Veritas is steeped in cunning. He knew exactly how to plaster Kaveh's impulse.

"Right… I'm just tired."

"Precisely. The faster the progress, the greater the chance of errors." Veritas smiled back, although looking less sincere as Kaveh's. "Take a rest, Kaveh."

With a murmur, Kaveh got up and dusted off his pants from the metamorphic rock that had been sandpapered. People aren't made to stay cooped up inside all the time. He took one last look at the project before heading out for the night, noting that while the foundation was in place, work still needed to be done before they could decide on the final look. If he could just make the hands softer-looking…

"Kaveh…" Veritas chimed, warning with his arms crossed.

"Right, right!" Kaveh laughed nervously, still slightly vexed by the reproach. "Maybe I'm getting too brave at night, I don't know why I'm boldly thinking of trying my hand at smoothening the statue again."

"I'd consider you more weak-hearted than stouthearted," Veritas dusted Kaveh's shoulders off. "And do try to keep yourself clean."

"I'm too tired to run a shower…"

Veritas sighed loudly.

The both of them had decided to leave the studio with a degree of finality. Hunched over, the kidnapped architect left to take his well-deserved slumber while the doctor decided that a warm bath would benefit him more. The night "concludes", or so Kaveh thought.

Looking back, these two are the most unlikely friends to exist, are they not? A professor slash doctor of the Intelligentsia Guild and the architect "Light of the Kshahwerar" collaborating over a glorified arts and crafts project. To truly understand this bizarreness, it is wise to look back to its beginning.

In his quest to rid the galaxy of a disease he dubbed "ignorance", Dr. Veritas Ratio sallied forth to practice his preachings. Even joined the Astral Express at some point, but it was only in this instance did he found companionship with an extremely empathetic individual. 

And their first meeting was not a decent starting point.

Veritas set out on his umpteenth assignment handed out by the Express. He was sent to explore the dangerous land formations of Sumeru with the trailblazer. Every extended curve revealed pyramids and sand, and Veritas kept Stelle close by using her straps as a leash. Nevertheless, when they accidentally entered an unstable domain, his disgruntled complaints ceased. Deciding it would be best for only one to investigate further, Veritas volunteered.

There was just one discernible light path inside the mostly collapsing structure. Yet, every step he took was curiously inaudible, and when he reached the Apex, he met the sight of blonde hair. 

Enter: Kaveh.

"You get what I mean right? It feels like my problems just keep piling up and up, like an impossible mountain. There's never anyone who would listen to me complain, but you…" The words that fell from the stranger's lips were sweeter than honey as he waxed poetic. "You're always here to listen. And it makes me feel so much less alone. Thank you…"

The blonde man had his cheek against a large rectangular rock, caressing it appreciatingly. His eyelids were lowered and his cheeks were puffy. Whether he cried beforehand or was merely exhausted cannot be assessed from Veritas' distance from him.

February 5, ████.

Kaveh had recently lost his lover that day. They died due to an unforeseen heart attack, which pains him more since his darling had always been healthy. Since his "delam" has passed away, he has been inconsolable. He refused to part with any possessions they left. No matter how many of their fellow archeologists begged for (Y/n)'s notes, he barked with gritted teeth that his mind would not change.

… How ironic that he used to call his lover "my heart" when the very same organ was the cause of death.

Neither wine nor friends can get a reaction out of him. The best he could do to continue living was to focus on his work and his young mentees. (Y/n) always wanted to be a teacher but couldn't because of their daytime job, so Kaveh fulfilled their dreams instead.

That includes continuing their research on the strange rock they had found in the desert.

Kaveh remained hotly bent on preserving everything they loved. Despite its unconventional and jagged appearance, the rock struck him as the most beautiful thing he had seen in a long while. Its lack of clear patterns didn't matter; it stood tall, capturing his fascination. It had ended his slump and had become an integral part of him. This hyperfixation had not gone unnoticed by Lesser Lord Kusanali, but when she visited him, she… strangely endorsed of his newfound lunacy. She knew something he did not.

Something about the rock… felt so similar to his deceased "delam".

The doctor, lacking any context for the sight before him, raised an eyebrow. His duty may be to educate others, but this was beyond help. A pell-mell of incoherent ramblings filled the room with the hither and thither of blonde hair to match. But this was the first person he encountered in Teyvat. And he was determined to get any info out of him.

"Excuse me."

The blonde man blinked repeatedly, eyes going wide at the sight of Veritas approaching.

"I'm Dr. Veri—"

"T-This isn't what it looks like!!!" The blonde freaked out. "This is– It's just! This rock, it has sentimental value and–"

"…" Veritas drawled. "Riiiight. I'm… Dr. Veritas Ratio. I'm not of this world— I believe my companions and I are what you refer to as Descenders. We wish to collect petrology info for databank purposes. May you offer assistance?"

Kaveh did not know what to say. But by instincts, he knew something was not entirely right with this man. 

He'd be right. Veritas wasn't there specifically for rocks. He's just, crudely put, nosy.

"And I am supposed to blindly believe any stranger who wears such a strange getup?" Kaveh stood up and protectively hid the rock behind him. "Sorry, I kindly refuse. And I am not equipped to help either."

Veritas smirked and cracked some knuckles with his left thumb.

There was a damn good reason why Stelle was left behind. On the entrance of the gate laid an inscription that roughly translates to the words "adepti" and "tribute". His intellect in this linguistics may be rusty, but it is not incorrect.

He had an inkling that the rock this peculiar blonde was obsessing over was imbued with a sliver of ambuscade soul who took arms against the worst opponents imaginable.

A "yaksha", if you were a Liyue local.

Veritas was by no means unmindful of Kaveh's obsession. He held his tongue, assessing that to set a quarrel with an unpredictable variable would prolong his journey. There was no profit to be had in angering an unreadable man. 

"Well then, if I can't take that rock within reason…"

Dr. Ratio opened his book.

…

…

…

"… Long story short, that's why this chick is all wrapped up like a present."

Through brute force, both Stelle and Veritas managed to drop both Kaveh and the rock inside the Express, to the surprise of many. They were initially sent to only survey Teyvat (which meant Veritas positively lied to Kaveh earlier). No one expected an angry Sumeru man to "visit." 

"I-I am not a chick! I am a man! I'm Kaveh— an architect!!!" The self-proclaimed man wriggled around the trailblazer's yellow ropes, looking pale as he stared at the unfamiliar faces and scenery before him. "H-Hey!!! Unhand me at once!!!"

"Oh, you're not a girl? You're pretty, though."

"I should've known you would bring something peculiar on board, Dr. Ratio, I just didn't expect it to be a weird human-sized rock..." Said the red-haired lady. "But anyways, you, Sir Kaveh, have quite a remarkable sense of fashion."

"I haven't seen any guy wear earrings that big before…" The grey-haired girl said with grabby hands.

"Please don't try to yank it off him," the brown-haired man sighed and pulled her back with his cane.

Kaveh was a little taken aback by the diversity of tongues in front of him. It was clear based on their accents that they didn't quite come from the same world, yet they communicate as near-family. 

"Do all Teyvat people have rocks for friends or is it just you?" A strawberry-haired young lady asked as she approached the rock, which set Kaveh in an even more panicked frenzy when she attempted to poke it.

"N-NO!!! DON'T!!!" 

March flinched at his sudden scream and nearly fell had Stelle not caught her.

"Yeah, March, be respectful, you never know if that's the love of his life or something like that," said Stelle.

Kaveh's eyes widened. "You… How did you just understand me better than my friends…?"

The room went quiet. Dan Heng glanced at Veritas, who pretended not to notice him. Mentioning romance near him had always been a dangerous move. Veritas' face crumpled slightly. 

There were scars in his own heart he had yet to patch up, and he needed no reminder that he was procrastinating.

Dan Heng cleared his throat.

"It's bad news to have Stelle be the only one who "gets you" if you consider yourself of sane mind." Dan Heng spoke. "But then again, you remind me of Argenti…"

"Where did you find this man, Doctor?" Welt digressed, concerned as he towered above the tied Kaveh. The older man doesn't have objections to his (kidnapped) presence. He can tell by the look on both Kaveh and Veritas' faces that neither was a man with no substance, and the latter saw to exploit the former.

Veritas only shrugged and jabbed his thumb in Stelle's general direction. "Assistant…"

"On it." Stelle saluted solemnly. "We found him in a pyramid. The doctor thought he would be a worthy individual to study if we wish to understand the culture behind one of the seven nations. Since Mister Yang told us to befriend important people–"

"Since when was kidnapping synonymous with befriending?"

"–this is Ratio's candidate."

"That is correct, and he's not just any other person. I have seen him in the Guild's Persons of Interest. He is Kaveh, the light of the Kshahrewar," Veritas claimed. "A certified scholar of the Akademiya and the face for the Darshan he was an alumnus of."

The Express quietly signaled shock over Ratio's interest in the man. 

Kaveh slunk back, defeated. When there's little progress, a man naturally turns restive. Kaveh no longer had much to fear in his life. The worst had already come to pass, and the world became mere static noise. He had no hope of escaping soon, not when he saw his homeworld's true "sky". Or at least, back then, he thought it was one. The world he knew was a mere tapestry of ████…

…

"Not that there aren't enough rooms in the Express, but why bring him and the rock here?" Himeko paused to take a sip of her piping hot coffee. "Isn't it a bit, I don't know, overkill?"

"It's because that pyramid is no place to cultivate a living species, and there's no better–... lab assistant... than this man before us." Dr. Ratio looked at the man on the floor. 

Dan Heng tried not to comment on how sad his tone was when Veritas referred to Kaveh as a "lab assistant". He knew what had happened to Ratio, but it was not the right time or place. 

"What do you mean by living?" Himeko asked.

"That rock has adeptal power within it that we can awaken. That is, if he'd help us make his little rock come to life."

With his words, he moved the unweariable Kaveh to act complacent.

Kaveh felt as though the floor caved beneath him. An unholy mixture of disbelief, awe, and joy swirled within his already jetlagged mind. The fact of the matter was, despite being incredibly unstable, he was lucid enough to know that a miracle was possible. 

"What…?"

"It's been a month since that whole debacle," Veritas muttered to himself as he flicked the wrist that held his book away from the bathtub's bubbly waters. "I suppose I was harsh to the poor man. But is that treatment not at all deserved?"

Over time, Veritas grew to like Kaveh, especially after knowing he was tutoring young aspiring architects free of charge. Still, Kaveh's strangely compliant behavior does not deviate from his first impression. His empty eyes were enough sign that Kaveh lived through emotionally draining struggles and came out with few real friends. He lost his raison d'etre, that's why he willingly threw his life in Teyvat away.

… In Kaveh's words, he only wished for a "vacation". If his prize was to go elsewhither with a satisfying result, then he's not opposed to (getting kidnapped) a new "collaboration".

The doctor can't say no to it either.

Deep down, prodigy genius Veritas couldn't deny the harsh truth: witnessing that pitiful man finding solace in an inanimate object was a stark reminder that he harbored the same "illness".

Hence, Veritas offered consistent "insults" to the brightest of Kshashrewar, and each time, Kaveh took the opportunity to improve. Veritas considered it a necessary evil. But even after surpassing those challenges, Kaveh was helpless to overcome the deep emptiness that persisted in his soul.

Kaveh never really spoke about who his previous lover was. All everyone knew was that he lovingly called them "delam"– his heart. They didn't want to bring him more pain by even asking a simple question like delam's real name.

A huge mistake later on.

"... Tch," Veritas grunted, his eyebrows furrowing sadly. The thought of his last love affairs had soured his mood.

Veritas stood from his bath, drying himself and wrapping a towel on his lower half.

… He likely won't sleep tonight.

Forgetting his agreement to continue the project tomorrow morning, he unlocked the door to the studio room Himeko lent them. He left trails of his wet footsteps. His wavy hair also remained damp, but he could not care much for it. Veritas will dress himself up later. Just a towel will suffice for now.

"Sculpting…"

Veritas laughed to himself as he took some tools off the table.

"Wasn't this your pastime and not mine—" he closed his eyes, muttering the next words with a teasingly melancholic tilt. "Assistant (L/n)?"

His grip on the chisel tightened, painting his knuckles white.

Professor (Y/n) (L/n).

The person responsible for the Council of Mundanites' existence. Their name rarely escapes his lips, treating their memory like a curse. Just exhaling the thought of them out of his system makes him nauseous. As if the air inside him gets knocked out. His eyes would flutter shut, no different from a dying man who held weakly holds on. Veritas hated this anguish. The doctor hated this vicious seemingly never-ending cycle called "grief".

"(Y/n)…" Ratio muttered. "Your face is still etched in my mind. What more do I need to eradicate these… unnecessary burdens?"

He could practically hear them laugh beside him.

Haha, please. You think about me so much that you consider me burdensome? Oh, you dork! If you loved me so much, you should've written a love letter.

"You absolute ignoramus," Veritas laughed softly. "You cannot discredit my efforts, though, can you?"

"My dearest…" He breathed out in pain once more. "My most wonderful partner. The best teaching assistant I ever had. You…"

… Never loved him back.

Dr. Veritas Ratio was no idiot. He despised any form of delusion. Throughout his life, he had been a tyrannical figure who pursued truth and not stagnant idolatry for every "patient". But when an immovable force meets an unstoppable object, would you consider him a tamed emperor?

Professor (L/n) was the first person he met who brazenly called themselves a "mundanite". A true mediocre. And they were beautiful at their very core.

Not free of sin, but free of hubris.

Molded as a genius since birth, the very foundations of (L/n)'s philosophies dismantled Ratio. (L/n) admired geniuses like Herta, but never romanticized the notion of natural-born wits. They always strived to eradicate their own "ignorance". But even when they are more knowledgeable than they let on, (L/n) never boasts. This behavior provides no benefit in an academically competitive field. Nothing confused the irrefutable prodigy like their longtime academic partner.

Geniuses— Masters— when I achieve great things, I don't want to have silly titles before my name. It's so… rigid, don't you think so, Veritas?

I wouldn't know.

Ha! Of course, you wouldn't. You've lived your entire life as one. But level with me for a second. Wouldn't life be less boring if…

He raised the chisel.

… we never stopped considering ourselves as mere beginners? Isn't there more joy to being a mundane with untapped potential than a stiff jack of all trades? C'mon, Veritas. Doesn't the idea that there's always more to explore make this vast world seem less dull?

Veritas bit his lip. Tears were threatening to spill.

February 5, ████.

It was Dr. Veritas Ratio's fault that they died that day. He thought (L/n) was capable of handling an extremely dangerous laboratory mishap. They were not. Despite his assistant's years of experience, every man is an unsuspecting fledgling in the face of death. It does not discriminate between the mediocre and the brightest.

That's absurd, (L/n). What is the point of learning if not for its mastery?

"Assistant… Let me offer this final tribute so that you can finally s-stop… haunting… me."

But they will never stop. Their last long exchange repeated in his head throughout the night. No matter how many times he hammered, the clanging sound did not drown out the voices in his head. The words mocked him, over and over, and over.

I'm sorry Veritas…

Why are you apologizing?

… I'm afraid I just don't see you that way. I'm just an ordinary person, and I doubt I could ever genuinely return the love of someone as brilliant as you. I'm afraid your affection might be akin to caring for a pet, and I can't find it in myself to figure out how to respond in kind.

… That's not true. You cannot simply decline my confession with a lukewarm excuse—

I'm afraid I'm just an ordinary college professor with no PhDs. I will have to reject your love. I'm so sorry.

But why?!

"(Y/n)… The one person I can never grasp…" Veritas muttered as he looked at the finished piece. "Here you are... Created by my own hands..."

Beautiful. Not a single doubt that it was carved in their likeness. The (Y/n) he knew was a professor who loved their teaching job, but wished they were more of an adventurer. Secretly, (Y/n) wanted to be an archeologist, and perhaps that's one of the reasons why Veritas let the mysterious rock formation inside the Express. Maybe if they continued living, they would've liked this gesture.

Ha… As if.

Veritas—

W-What aspect must I improve on? To dismiss me so impatiently— do I lack the charm? I can always learn to suit your tastes. Don't tell such a bold lie. I highly doubt that it is due to my academic performance. There's another man you've wasted your affections on, is there?!

Veritas, please…

Enough! Enough with these lies and tell me! J-Just… Just tell me, (Y/n)!

He's tired. Veritas just wanted to hold them again. He just wanted to "fix" their hair- tucking his golden hairpin to subconsciously teach their associates and students that Professor (L/n) was his. He missed the way he would hide (L/n)'s lab coat just so he could make them wear his as he left for the day. He missed secretly leaving small love confessions on their class grade spreadsheets, add/drop forms, and even their private online journals so he would read messages about how they must've caught a computer virus. He missed teasing them when they hadn't got a clue that he was unserious. He missed hearing (L/n) whine. He missed the way it made him warm.

He missed the warmth.

"Stop..."

He missed you.

"Stop this..."

And he continues to miss his (Y/n) so much.

"Please..."

It's unbearable.

There is no one else.

Yes, there is! I refuse to believe it! It's your recent lab partner, isn't it!? The man everyone has fallen for— you have taken a liking to him more than me, the person who has been with you all this time!!! You… You ungrateful!—

Veritas is so, so tired and more chipped than the rock he had worked on… Unlike the statue, he cannot tangibly pick up the pieces (L/n) that broke him in. There's only a hollow void of what could've been.

Why... Why did they have to reject him? If they hadn't rejected him, he wouldn't have coldly assigned (Y/n) to deal with the containment breach alone. He would've thought it through. He would've realized he was plagued with ignorance. He would've changed so many things that February 5th.

But that's all there was to it. Just "would have"s, not "have done"s.

Ngh–?! Why… did you... slap me…?

Veritas, maybe you should stop and look down and listen to us common-minded folks for once in your life! The simple fact is that you're just so out of reach. How can you love me, when you don't even understand me, Genius Ratio? How can you confess when you don't know what it's like to work for the knowledge you have? How can you love a "mundanite" like me?

… (Y/n)… T-That's simply untrue, and you are aware of that...

It's morning, an appropriate time to head back to his guest room.

When he was certain that he was alone, Veritas finally allowed himself to cry.

"There's no mistake that we both are- were idiots. We both failed to see that I'm a mundanite, just like you."

In contrast to his former roommate, Kaveh is an early riser. Not exactly a morning person, but a man of discipline nonetheless. Perhaps the concluded argument last night made his rise more motivating. He had no qualms with getting out of bed, heading straight to take a shower before drinking coffee with Himeko.

The morning was wordless but calm.

Whatever happened after he reentered the studio, however, was the exact opposite.

"Delam…?" Kaveh knelt with both knees down on the floor, shocked.

"Is that you…? Delam… Delam!!!"

You tilted your head.

Delam. That was the first word you've heard upon your birth or "rebirth", depending on whose narrative was at play. You first rose from your slumber much like an earth's crust would give way to a volcano. Warmth seeped from your chest and then throughout your body, filling you with life and newfound nerves. But no one was around. You had been observing the fading trail of wet footsteps, yet lacked the courage to leave the room.

Veritas was right. The rock does have life. And you have been awakened.

You looked human. You move human.

But you do not sound human.

"Delam! I-I can't believe this!"

For words fail.

「… Who are you?」

After all, since when can statues speak?

With unsteady legs, he attempted to approach your nearly nude figure. The sheet they used to keep out dust was the only cover you had. He pulled you in when he got close enough, and you wanted to squeak when he rested his nose on your shoulder. His breath tickled hot. However, his warm tears helped you to accept the melancholic reality.

"Delam! D-Delam, my sweetheart, my (Y-(Y/n)… A-Ah… Ah…"

Kaveh pulled back only to kiss your forehead. He was warm. You are not. Despite the fabrics he wore, you can feel his heat against your "skin". His heart was beating. Such an organ does not exist inside of you.

"(Y/n), my (Y/n)…" He gasped out between peppered kisses on your neck. "Mine… My heart has returned to me. Can you hear it too? It's beating again… It beats… I never thought I'd hear my heart again since you've been gone…"

His words made little sense to you, but you knew he liked your form. Kaveh's fingers traced around you, loving each inch, whether it was curved flesh or bone-like sharpness— he didn't care for he knew it was his (Y/n) (L/n).

He's so colorful. Reds, yellows, oranges, and even hints of blues and greens. It made you silently conscious about how you were a boring dull gray.

Warm, like the sun.

「… Baobei?」

"My (Y/n)… D-Delam…" Kaveh pressed his forehead against yours, your lips nearly touching.

You wiped his tears away.

Was that your name? (Y/n)…?

"Kaveh, what the hell are you doing?!"

The blonde man momentarily stopped cradling you out of shock.

This new man was all purples, blue, gold, and small taints of cyan and red. The expression he wore made you believe he might be covetous beyond mankind. There's a level of gluttonous greed in his anger that makes even the earth like yourself phased.

「… Who is he…?」

Both of them feel familiar to you, but you do not know why.

"Veritas!" Kaveh's eyes widened. "A miracle just happened— delam— they're—!"

"Put (Y/n) down this instant!!!"

Kaveh blinked.

"What… What did you say?"

"I said put them down, damn it! Who the hell are you, touching them so carelessly like they're yours?!"

Kaveh's eyebrows furrowed.

"How do you know that name?!" Kaveh yelled. "How did you know who (Y/n) is!?"

The doctor was equally confused.

Why would the ignorance-prone Kaveh know the name of his deceased love too?

Veritas has not talked about his old assistant to any breathing being for a long time. Talking felt like admitting that they were gone for good. But in this case, it produces a contrary result.

"Why the fuck wouldn't I?!"

"I don't know— maybe because you're not from Teyvat?!"

"What are you on, you imbecile?! Can you stop defiling them with your filthy hands?!" Veritas scowled and summoned his book. "Hands. Off."

The warning only made Kaveh even more possessive. He gently pushed you behind his back, glaring at him.

"No."

"Kaveh, you pestilence ridden—!!!"

"No, not until you tell me why the hell you know the name of my fiance!"

Veritas' heart sank.

… Fiance?

No… No, no way.

What's happening? How would that make sense?!

(Y/n) is his. Why should you belong to Kaveh?

"Are… are you insane?!" Veritas screamed. "I should've—"

"What?! Threw me off the Express?! I dare you!!!" Kaveh glared. "You knew you couldn't win against me alone, that's why your best bet was to knock me out— and you know it."

"Ngh."

Neither of them realized the greater reason as to why they knew the "same" person. The doctor may have jumped through various universes, but he had not done enough to notice a key factor.

There they were, claiming to love the image behind their animated statue— when they didn't know what it was they cried for.

"Just answer the question: who is (Y/n) to you?" Kaveh grumbled.

Somehow, he was far more frightening when his voice was calm and low. 

The usually diplomatic architect materialized his weapon out of thin air.

"Go on. Tell me."

The doctor stiffened. There was no way Veritas was losing this argument. 

It's unethical. Wholly unethical to appeal to pathos in this manner. To weave tales for his benefit.

But the end justifies the means.

Veritas flashed you a guilt-ridden expression…

Before he said the biggest lie known only to himself.

"Professor (Y/n) (L/n) is MY dead lover, and I molded the statue based on their appearance last night!" Veritas yanked a fistful of Kaveh's shirt and brought him closer. "So why are you claiming them as YOURS?!"

…

…

The sound of a cane hitting the floor stopped all hell from possibly breaking loose.

Welt Yang had one foot inside the room and one out the door. He wore a knowing and empathetic look. The others were behind him, looking particularly shaken up.

This screaming match was the worst the two ever had.

"Kaveh, Dr. Ratio, enough." He calmly spoke up. "I think I understand the confusion."

"Allow me to explain…"

"I'm surprised you have no comments on their flower-bespangled clothes, yet…" 

"The aesthetic is... tasteful. I like the headdress." 

"Of course, you like the crown of laurel…" 

"However–"

"Oh Lord Kusanali, here we go…"

Upon Welt's intervention, every piece started to fit together. The explanation was a frustratingly simple but difficult truth. (Y/n) (L/n) was not just one entity in the vast universe— there are inevitable variations.

The two eventually calmed down as they heard both sides. Veritas' (Y/n), who Kaveh later refers to as an "expy" as a placeholder name, was a professor— while Kaveh's "delam" was an archeologist. Almost the same, but not a complete copy-paste.

You, however, they are unsure of. No one knows yet if you do carry (Y/n)'s soul or if you're a mere replica. Veritas is working on the hypothesis that you were an adeptal tool who aided in freeing the vigilant yaksha from a malevolent Sumeru God.

But those bits of info doesn't matter in the end. Why?

Because they both love "you" deeply.

And these intelligent men can "learn" how to share.

"Are you not tired? Perhaps it is time I take over. Only a fool would work when completely drained." Dr. Ratio then added. "Does it not fall in my skilled hands to weave such clothing for them now? Even better than mere fabric, I'm willing to handle clay and mold it around their bo—"

"Considering how many fools can also calculate and perhaps wear an asbestos mask as a quirky character trait, it is surprising that the fool in front of me thinks he can show proficiency over a tedious task." Kaveh raised an eyebrow, seething at the thought of Veritas' unfair perverted touch lingering on your body, again.

"I think you are experiencing what is known as the Dunning-Kruger effect, as Mister Yang calls it." He added.

Veritas scoffed.

They may be revered both as geniuses in their fields, but they're reduced to kindergarten-like rivals when it comes to you. Their first order of business after another truce was to provide your clothes. Fortunately, Stelle's fashion sense was more unisex than anticipated so you borrowed hers in the meantime.

While you sat on the sofa with the bubbly March 7th, the two started planning your wardrobe. Kaveh returned later on the same evening with the most… floral clothes much to Veritas' dismay.

He missed seeing his version of (Y/n) who wore classic academic styles, not— whatever this was.

"It is mere confidence; no other variable is at play. The fool in question is the artisan responsible for the expeditious sculpting of the aforementioned statue within a singular nocturnal interval. A fact that eludes your appreciation, my less-than-appreciative and unskilled interlocutor."

Kaveh momentarily had the face of a man unpracticed in speech. People often forget that he majored in STEM, not HUMSS. Though he had some essay-based minors in his first & second years, he lacked preparation for Veritas' otherworldly vocabulary. Kaveh would whet his greatsword if Veritas said something bluntly deprecating.

Still, he can't deny that it was through Veritas' handiwork that made your hands as soft as Kaveh wanted them to be. And that secretly pisses him off.

You tilted your head.

Somehow, your creators are arguing again. 

"Are you threatening to rob me of the joys I have toiled nights for just to sate your shortlived desires, Veritas?" Kaveh rebuked him sternly. "I didn't know you were kind of a brat."

"I am only offering a hand. But it's clear that you are projecting onto me."

「You two–. 」

You tried to cut in, but can't utter a word…

"I'm not projecting! I know that once you prove you can make clothes, you'll kick me out of the Express, that's just the kind of man you are! Manipulative, arrogant—"

"And you're insecure. There is no more loathsome creature than a man who does not acknowledge his own hubris and repeats his mistakes."

「Master Veritas, Master Kaveh—. 」

You loathed to watch them fight for another round of meaningless squabbles. Why weren't you blessed with speech?

"Is that so? Do you seriously subscribe to that belief?"

"Why, of course."

"You should listen to better men than yourself, then."

"Oh c'mon, knock it off!!!" March cut in, giving them both a light smack with Veritas' book. "Can't you get along better? Your little darling looks upset!!!"

The two halted. She was right, you weren't comfortable. Veritas cleared his throat awkwardly while Kaveh looked down, both apologetic.

"See, Kaveh? Your persistence caused this."

"How is it MY fault?"

"I'm merely stating that the lack of options is bound to make them uneasy." Veritas deadpanned and handed you an IPC magazine he had been trying to get you to browse. "Why don't you pick to your liking? Don't worry about expenses. I have it covered."

"What?! Do you want them to wear those un-stylish clothes? Please, you just want to have them wear your brand!"

"Don't project your carnal possessiveness as my own." Veritas scoffed. But Kaveh was right. He missed seeing his (Y/n) wear his lab coat.

"Oh really?! Fine then! Let's ask (Y/n) what they really think!"

March sighed. "Guys, I think you're forgetting that you're fighting over clothes—"

But they didn't hear her. Nothing else mattered to those two except you. And you alone.

Their partner.

Their heart.

Their reason for living.

Hence, they yelled in unison.

"Who do you prefer, assistant? Him or me?!"

"Who do you prefer, delam? Him or me?!"

Taglist: @vennnnn-diagram, @meimeimeirin, @korianne, @prophecy-harmony, @shellofthewell, @sagekun,

[feketeribizli]

Oh? What do you dislike abt venxiao/cynari/kavetham? (What abt poly cynarikavetham👀) I also am annoyed by the portrayal of certain characters in fandom (for example Itto as a sexy fuckboy) but I decided to not let myself get stuff I like ruined by some dumb people 😅 if someone is being annoying they are just getting🙌that🤙block🙏

not saying you can't ship whatever else you want of course! in the end it is abt having fun, I just do end up shipping the popular ones usually since they have the most canon basis, and thats just my preference :3

There are also ones that I only enjoy in specific context (rosakae only if they are t4t for example) and I also consume whatever is nice bc I just like art

speaking of that canon basis, once you realize a billion dollar company is putting two hot characters together because itll make them money, not because they want to hint at queer representation, your life gets so much better 👍 never cared about stuff becoming canon but some people put way too much weight into whats "canon" in their arguments lmao

anyway most things just come down to my own personal preferences like eg to me tighnari is aroace and for once i do enjoy a healthy platonic relationship between men. and i dont see what people see in kavetham lmao if i want haitham in a bland relationship where argues with his partner ill just ship him with cyno cause thats more fun to me. personally 👍

and yeah at the end of the day it really is just about having fun! which is way easier for me now that im not on twitter lmao

[bunnikida]

What's ur favorite ships

Dear anon, did you know I'm one of those people who forget everything they have ever liked when faced with a question like this? But I'll try my best to answer

Shuake (Akechi Goro x Persona 5 protagonist) is definitely one of my favourite ships, ever since I found out about them I've never sopped thinking about them. Their dynamic is immaculate and the angst is very beautiful.

Of course Soukoku (Dazai x Chuuya), I don't think I need to explain this one, I already post enough about it. But they were specifically made for me to be obsessed over fr

Kunikidazai and kunichuuzai

Zhonchi and Kavetham

Fling Poly

these are the ones I'm currently rotating in my brain. There are also ones that I don't think about too often but always have a place in my heart.

BokuAkaKuroTsuki -> I can not tell you how much this ship got me through, I owe a million dollars to everyone who wrote a fic of them on AO3. And any combination of this too btw

Satosugu, I don't need to explain this one either

Spirk (Spock x Kirk) all time classic. My mom would ship this if she wasn't homophobic

Atsuhina and sakuatsuhina

okay that is the extent of what I can think of. Thanks for asking <3 and of course feel free to talk to me about any of these

[yostresswritinggirl]

That Loud House : Finances; Kaveh x Reader x Alhaitham poly

"We're broke."

"What?" Kaveh turned and leaned his arm over the back of the couch to look at Alhaitham.

"What?" Sitting up from Kaveh's lap, you peered over the couch to stare at the Scribe, too.

"Let me rephrase that," he would take his time to take off his cape from the coat rack by the door, before making his way into the living room to face his lovers. "We are dealing with a financial crisis."

Your confused stares became skeptical. "That's impossible!" When Alhaitham levels you with a gaze, Kaveh laughs and eases back on the couch.

"Oh please, this must be one of your ruse again. You're the Grand Scribe, you never run out of money."

You see Alhaitham cross his arms with a serious look on his face, and so, unlike your blond lover you began to ponder on the matter deeply.

"That would have been the case. However, recent spendings from the both of you had taken a toll on our (my) savings. For example," he gestures a hand towards the architect. "I just paid the growing tab under my name, you would think I'd remember to pay for my own drinks. Much less a whole crate of them."

At this, Kaveh would tense up on his seat, bashfully rubbing the back of his neck and refusing to look anyone in the eye. You were about to speak up before Alhaitham continued, now eyeing you.

"I also had to fund a major research project recently for equipment and manpower to deliver said equipment."

Now it was you averting his gaze, whistling a random tune from the guilt. With his points made, he shook his silver hair in exasperation. "My next paycheck is still a week away and we're down to 100 mora. Now that I've made myself clear, I need to head back to work."

That went smoothly, the Scribe thought as he swiftly made his exit before his expression could give away his scheming. This was a lesson and a test he devised to see what the next course of action his lovers would take under such circumstances.

No, they were not financially tanked - not with the intelligent man that he is in charge anyways. But it was true that his lovers' reckless spending under the illusion that they have infinite sources of mora isn't a healthy habit to cultivate, hence why he is doing this now.

To see how they would try to make ends meet under said crisis.

"A week..." Looking away from the door to gaze into his scarlet eyes, your eyes widened into saucers as the situation started to sink in. "We're gonna be mora-less for a week!" The drama queen jumped out of the couch and started spacing in the living room.

You mumbled to yourself, still glued to the couch. "Do you think he's angry at us? Disappointed even?"

"Oh please, he's always like that. To me, at least." Shaking his head, he stops in front of you with his hands on his hips, nose wrinkling in his brainstorming. "Do you think I should sell some of my inventions? The ones I demonstrate in the Bazaar?"

"No one likes those, it would be unstable income." Crossing your arms and legs, you hum too. "Should I sell the equipment I bought then? I can hold off the research until next week."

"I doubt the merchants would want to buy their own stock, nor would there be any researchers who'd have the same equipment needs as you."

This is going nowhere. Defeated, Kaveh dropped on the couch and flopped his head on your lap, sighing loudly.

"What is something we can sell that's easily acquired and enticing enough for customers..." Letting the inquiry linger in the room, you started brushing off the strands scattered over his face, pushing them away to give way to his beautiful face.

Even with his eyes closed, brows furrowed and forehead wrinkled, your man still looked as dashing as ever. Forming a square (rectangle) with your hands, you framed the man's face like a picture.

And when his eyes opened to your shenanigans, a gasp showed your bright idea. "Kaveh, get dressed and get the Kamera."

Work in the Akademiya was bearable, almost uneventful even. There weren't any meetings to transcribe or laws to write up today, and as such he only had to file in the newest thesis that had been approved, it was a normal day.

So normal in fact that he had almost forgotten the stunt he pulled that morning, almost. As he was nearing the street to their house, a flyer on the bulletin board of Puspa Café's Message Board caught his attention.

So effectively in fact that he almost dashed to it to tear the paper from the board. How could he not react so brashly when a picture of his Kaveh and (Y/N) was plastered on it? For an... advertisement?

'Limited edition photos of Kaveh, Kshahrewar star! With additional stock of (Y/N), Akademiya's infamous TOTGA, all sold by Dori for limited time only!'

He didn't need to read the rest of the details as he crumpled the paper in his hand, feet already rushing towards the famed merchant's spot to strike out an urgent deal.

When the next day came, Alhaitham groans awake at the sound of his bedroom door slamming open, courtesy of you and Kaveh barging in with happy exclamations.

"We're not broke anymore!" And you two looked genuinely proud of yourselves at the huge bag of mora in your hands.

Tired and done with the world, Alhaitham could only groan more as he hid his head under the pillow. He doesn't have the heart to tell of his supposedly clever plan, not when he lost half a million from paying Dori's overpriced photograph collections, which he bought the entire stock of to make sure no one in Sumeru had a copy.

Of all the people he ends up being with... Alhaitham squeezed his eyes shut from the impending headache.

Never again. And perhaps later on, he should refrain you two from pulling that business strategy ever again.

Alhaitham's kryptonite is his own lovers. They are stupid, your honor. Wrote this in under an hour while on the verge of dozing off just so I can post something, so if you see typos, uh no you don't.

@ireallylikehamsters @chuusposts

[atsushimis]

Can we request the same prompt for characters from different characters? Can we request characters from different characters in a request? Can we request characters reacting to reader or s/o having suicidal thoughts? Are there any poly ships x reader (for all fandoms you write) you like to write? Would you write spanking, shibari, voice kink, Dom/Sub, and praise kink for gn reader or s/o? Would you write for these characters listed below 👇

BG3 : Astarion, Gale, Wyll, Halsin, Haarlep, Dammon, Rolan, and Zevlor

BSD : Dazai, Ranpo, Kunikida, Atsushi, Fyodor, Sigma, Oda, and Fukuzawa

JJK : Toji, Gojou, Choso, and Nanami

Obey Me : Mammon, Leviathan, Satan, Asmodeus, Beelzebub, Solomon, Simeon, Diavolo, Barbatos, Mephistopheles, and Raphael

Genshin : Diluc, Ayato, Kaeya, Zhongli, Baizhu, Al-Haitham, Wriothesley, and Neuvillette

Honkai Star Rail : Sampo, Jing Yuan, Welt, Blade, Dan Heng, Sunday, Boothill, and Gallagher

Thanks!

hi!! i meant to answer this yesterday but forgot ): my apologies!

ONE !! i am fine with requests with the same prompts for different characters & vice versa! i actually don't mind it and really enjoy it ^^ you can even request characters from different fandoms for the prompt as well if it's multiple characters you have in mind

TWO !! i don't mind writing characters x reader with suicidal thoughts, tendencies, etc as long as it's not fetishized or anything just morbid.

THREE !! hmm it really depends! i personally don't have any major poly ships x reader, maybe hualian, soukoku, renheng, kavetham - since i can see myself writing those more but other than that i just write whoever comes to mind!

FOUR !! i don't know if this is the same anon but i did say in a previous ask that i am pretty much open to writing ANY kinks / turn ons as long as it's nothing weird or just gross. i am pretty comfortable writing about voice kink, size kink, dom / sub, praising, etc! i will admit i am new to shibari but i wouldn't deny it! i love learning and improving and i am a hands on learner so it would help greatly if i could write it more!

FIVE !! i don't mind writing for all the characters you listed anon! i am still some what new to baldurs gate so any characters outside of the main companions ( astarion, gale, wyll, shadowheart, etc ) i will admit might be ooc but i will try my best to write them! but other than that i am fine with all them ^^ and even if i am not used to writing some of the characters as mentioned - i will never refuse to write them since i want to write my best for the characters <3

[tygirl9]

-My Retrospring-

-Genshin Ships-

Red Text= I don't ship that pairing with anyone else. Red Poly ships mean no one outside of that group.

Zhongchi (Zhongli🔶 and Childe💧)- Strictly top Zhongli.

Luckae (Diluc🔥 and Kaeya❄️)- Strictly top Dilic

Ayathoma (Ayato🧋 and Thoma🍡)- Strictly top Ayato

Kavetham (Kaveh🏛️ and Alhaitham🌱)- Strictly top Kaveh

TighCyno (Tighnari🌿 and Cyno⚖️)- heavily prefer top Tighnari.

TighcynoKavetham- Tighnari tends to top most often, Alhaitham exclusively bottoms. Cyno and Kaveh are switches here.

GorItto (Gorou and Itto)- Strictly top Gorou.

VenXiao (Venti and Xiao)- Strictly top Venti

Albether (Albedo and Aether)- Dynamic doesn't matter really.

Ayalumi (Ayaka and Lumine)- Again, Dynamic doesn't matter.

Chongqiu (Chongyun and Xingqiu)- Prefer top Chongyun

JeanLisa- Doesn't matter

BeiQuang (Beidou and Ningguang)- Doesn't matter

Dehya/Nilou/Dunrizahad- Doesn't matter

Lysley (Lyney and Wriothesley.)- Strictly top Lyney. I may have accidentally started something with at least one person, lmao.

Ganqing (Ganyu and Keqing)- IDK the ship name, but doesn't matter dynamics.

TomoZuha (Kazuha and his friend.)- Top Tomo, Kazuha is forever a widow.

Mona/Fischl- Doesn't matter.

EiMiko- Doesn't matter, but Miko is probably Dom.

Jeht/Lumine- Doesn't matter.

DainAether (Dainslief and Aether.(Usually abyss Aether.)- Doesn't matter. Just divorced.

-Star Rail Ships-

DanCae (Dan Heng🍁 and Caelus⚾)- Heavily prefer top Dan Heng

Caewelt (Caelus and Welt)- I don't care who's fucking who, Welt is sub.

DanCaeWelt- Prefer Dan Heng top, and Caelus being the one getting pregnant, lol

Kafhime (Kafka and Himeko)- doesn't matter, just gay exes.

BronSeele (Bronya and Seele)- Doesn't matter

JingLuo (Jing Yuan and Luocha)- Doesn't matter

RenJing (Jing Yuan and Blade)- Prefer top Blade.

RenJingLuo- Doesn't matter, but tend towards Blade topping.

SamPard (Sampo and Gepard)- Prefer top Sampo

Starch (Stelle and March)- Doesn't matter. Just love the ship name, lol

Serval/Cocolia- Doesn't matter, just bitter exes.

Himeko/Every single grown woman character that comes onto the express. She fucks Serval, Natasha, Yukong...

[lovesick-level-up]

our new whitelist!

so, we've been meaning to properly update our whitelist for a bit, but it has taken forever. we're going obviously update our rentry, but if you want to read through the list on here, look below!

(it might take us a while to format everything so, just read below for now lmao)

we have... so many favourite characters and ships... how do people have short whitelists. we might need to split our pages into the whitelist, and then another page for our greylist and blacklist lmao.

characters:

genshin:

(mondstadt) diluc, fischl, klee, albedo, kaeya, jean, venti

(liyue) yao yao, yelan, qiqi, xingqiu, ningguang, xiao, xinyan, zhongli, childe

(inazuma) shinobu, itto, ayaka, ayato, yoimiya, kokomi, raiden

(sumeru) alhaitham, kaveh, cyno, dehya, wanderer, layla

danganronpa:

(dr1) ishimaru, celestia, sakura, togami, chihiro, mukuro

(dr2) the whole cast except for teruteru, but especially gundham, sonia + ibuki

(drv3) shuichi, kaede, miu, kokichi, gonta

(other) juzo, kotoko

mha:

(students) all of the characters in 1-a but especially momo, kaminari + bakugo, nejire, tamaki, mirio, shinsou

(heroes) midnight, present mic, eraserhead, thirteen

(villains) dabi, toga, twice, shigaraki

ace attorney:

miles, phoenix, trucy, klavier, franziska, maya

pokemon:

all the eeveelutions, mimikyu, fairy types, penny, larry, grusha

vocaloid/synthv/etc:

hatsune miku, kaito, the kagamine twins, luka, vflower, solaria

the owl house:

the whole cast but especially raine, amity, king + hunter

misc:

(project sekai, ddlc + stardew) all characters

(mh) frankie stein

(milgram) yuno, mikoto, fuuta

(overlord) albedo, shalltear, demiurge

(dbz) vegeta, bulma, android 17, android 18

ships:

genshin:

(mondstadt) kaebedo, jeanlisa, diltorre

(liyue) beiguang, xiaoven, xingyun, tartali

(inazuma) thomato, ayamiya, kokosara

(sumer) kavetham, cynonari, kavethaynonari, candehya

project sekai:

(mmj) shizuairi, minoharu, poly mmj

(n25) mafukana, mizuena, poly n25

(vbs) anhane, akitoya, poly vbs

(wxs) ruikasa, emunene, poly wxs

danganronpa:

(dr1) ishimondo, celesgiri, sakuraoi

(dr2) komahinanami, komahina, bandaid, sondam, soniabuki

(drv3) irumatsu, saiouma

mha:

(students) kiribaku, shinkami, tododeku, tsuchako, momojirou, miritama

(heroes) erasermic, miruyumi

(villains) dabihawks

ace attorney:

wrightworth, franmaya, klapollo

misc:

(overlord) albedo x shalltear

(dbz) bulma x vegeta, goku x vegeta

(toh) lumity, raeda

themes/aesthetics:

aesthetics:

nostalgiacore, glitchcore, gothic, lolita, cyberpunk, vaporwave, webcore, light + dark academia, punk, fantasy (especially piratecore), demoncore, spacecore, flowercore, nature

colours:

dark, bright, brown, black, pink, red, blue, yellow

pride:

any disability, lgbtqia, xenogender, etc pride

especially autism, did, wrist brace users and avpd headcanons for disability ones

especially trans, bisexual and gay headcanons for lgbt ones

themes:

angst, unrequited love, flower meanings, friendships

kinds of edits:

redesign sprite edits, moodboards, icons, reply icons

[prpfs]

Hi there !🍃🍃 I'm a 21+ F rper looking for fellow 21+ rpers for some Genshin Impact threads! I tend to write 2-5 paragraphs (I usually match my partner, really depends on the scene, but would appreciate no one liners), third person past tense, and would like to plot something out together over tumblr dms before moving on to discord for the actual rp! I'm alright with canon, canon divergence, and AUs! Give me forced proximity, enemies to lovers, slow burn, arranged marriages... any trope you can think of, I'm probably down✨ As for nsfw topics and smut, they're totally welcome, although I would prefer a good balance with the plot (70/30, 60/40 plot/smut ratio at most). I play most characters if not all as versatile, and would really appreciate a partner that does the same, let's spice things up! We can discuss more about limits and such over dms.

Ooc chatter will always be welcome! My schedule tends to fluctuate a lot though, so please be patient with me. I will let you know if things come up! As for ships, the character I would like to write has a * next to it (If there's no *, I have no preference!) - Kaveh*/ Alhaitham - Cyno/ Tighnari* (A poly between Kavetham and Cynonari is always welcome) - Gorou* / Itto - Scaramouche / Kazuha - Kaeya / Albedo* - Xiao / Venti * - Zhongli / Venti* - Zhongli / Tartaglia - Scaramouche / Tartaglia - Ayato / Thoma* - Ei / Miko* - Beidou*/ Ningguang - Candace / Dehya If you're interested, like this and I will get back to you asap!! ✨✨

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