Kavetham Fanfiction Reads Part 1
Here is part two of the recorded hkvh readings.
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And we're back onto this blog with a fresh infatuation, goodness gracious (or should we invoke Archons for this matter now?) Writing this down to keep the readings at hand. Not all reads would be mentioned in here, but at least a few to go by. The term "kavetham" feels more aesthetically pleasing to me than "haikaveh" so I'll be sticking to the first naming, although the fics below feature all manner of tops and bottoms.
Kaveh is sunshine incarnate, and my ideal kavetham scenarios all include Alhaitham pining and caring and falling for Kaveh over and over again. And the delicious turmoil it creates within him in this process of falling (or ascending, if you ask Alhaitham). Because shixiong is precious in oh so many ways. Also Kaveh is an architect, and this has literally sold me the pairing.
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And we're back onto this blog with a fresh infatuation, goodness gracious (or should we invoke Archons for this matter now?) Writing this down to keep the readings at hand. Not all reads would be mentioned in here, but at least a few to go by. The term "kavetham" feels more aesthetically pleasing to me than "haikaveh" so I'll be sticking to the first naming, although the fics below feature all manner of tops and bottoms.
Kaveh is sunshine incarnate, and my ideal kavetham scenarios all include Alhaitham pining and caring and falling for Kaveh over and over again. And the delicious turmoil it creates within him in this process of falling (or ascending, if you ask Alhaitham). Because shixiong is precious in oh so many ways. Also Kaveh is an architect, and this has literally sold me the pairing.
- Archon's Blessing, E, 21K: https://archiveofourown.org/works/45148870
I find it deliciously ironic how this text has introduced me to kavetham, and I've read it without even knowing the visuals for the characters yet. This is what right tagging does for a reader - provides with treasures! Kinky, touching and re-readable aplenty! - here i am: strike me, for you're the best at knowing how to hurt me, T, 12K: https://archiveofourown.org/works/45139843
Well this has been an enlightening read for those unawares of kavetham's pre-canon relationship. Really appreciated that, since I know naught of canon except of what the fans do tell me. And then it's tremendously right in the feels department. High on raw emotion. Very re-readable. - flowers, endless, E, 9K: https://archiveofourown.org/works/43584943
This is so sweet and re-readable! Haitham applies the salve the way he does everything else - efficiently, silently, confidently. The fic operates with a delicious headcanon of Kaveh being of desert origins. This brings great volume to his character, the inner strength he sports. Also explains his fondness for flowers. Haitam asks what Kaveh likes about padisarahs (and hears himself with same reasons in his love for Kaveh). He grows him a garden full of padisarahs amidst the desert. Their loving is careful and delicate.
“You can be rough with me,” Kaveh says, his voice suddenly so small. “I want you to be rough with me.”
Haitham buries his hand in Kaveh’s soft hair - not tugging, not moving at all. Just a warm touch, barely there pressure.
“No, you don’t.” - this strange estrangement, E, 5K: https://archiveofourown.org/works/51699949
Archons above! Reading this you would likely feel the divine light pouring upon your self. The author's language is one of the most beautiful I've encountered throughout all the fandoms I've ever had the joy of visiting. It's a masterpiece. And the scenario is a masterpiece no less. Only - leaving you hanging with the need to fix this. Alhaitham is quietly in love, and Kaveh dissociates, and they're exes, - isn't all of it a recipe for disaster? Yeah, it is.
This is likely to be one of the most tear-inducing intercourses in history for all the unsaid feelings. One would want to SCREAM for Alhaitham to grow an EQ, and Archons, the man tries. But not enough for Kaveh to feel loved and not scared and forlorn and thrown away. The epitomest epitome of bittersweet, right here. And it's really sad the author went anon for I would've so loved to read more of their glorious language and understanding of characters' struggles.
A rose-gold morning: light starbursts over the bed linens, bright and beloved, but Kaveh’s gaze is drawn to the glint of burnished silver above him.
<...> And then he’s falling, a hand outstretched, unheld, reaching for something that might never have been there at all.
<...> Alhaitham is an excellent reader of words.
Less so of feelings.
Emotions elided in ellipses; Kaveh relies on the chasm of the unsaid. He doesn’t give Alhaitham a sense of how bad it gets, nights spent kissing the lips of a bottle. - In Your Dreams, T, 76K: https://archiveofourown.org/works/46908646
Now that's a delicious long read right here. Soulmates seeing each other through the dreams - unless one of them doesn't give away their true name, then the other wouldn't know their identity. Alhaitham hides it from Kaveh, and drama ensues. At the same time Alhaitham gets to visit all the darkest corners of Kaveh's memories, witness all his downfalls and troubles. Kaveh eventually sees the book from Haitham's dream IRL, and connects the dots. There is angst, but one resolved with care and love.
Since he was driven by guilt and believing in no pure goodwill, he often did housework and occasionally cooked for Alhaitham. Alhaitham knew that this was simply how Kaveh worked, trying to prevent him from his guilt-driven actions would only send him spiraling.
Even if Alhaitham didn’t agree with him, Kaveh could rely on him on his journey to the end goal. He would ensure that Kaveh would reach it, reach it without feeling like he’s the only one responsible.
He remembered teasingly whispering to Kaveh phrases in languages he didn’t understand, confessions of love that Kaveh would never be able to decipher.
“What you two lack is courage. You’re both so afraid of hurting each other again that you ironically hurt each other even more in trying to avoid it.”
“Tell me, if you were in love with somebody who once told you they wanted nothing to do with you, what would you do if you found out they were your soulmate?”
“You’ve grown so much since I last saw you,” she said. “When did my little boy become a man?”
When you abandoned him to start a new life. Alhaitham thought. - Milk and Blood, E, 4K: https://ficbook.net/readfic/13258997
Kaveh nosebleeds frequently. Alhaitham feels inexplicable things about it. He tries helping Kaveh to clean up. It gets better - complete with licking, awkward boners, not-so-awkward boners, palms kissing, finger sucking, Haitham in love and very commanding in his desire to blow Kaveh well and nice. He enjoys getting kissed by Kaveh (and not just kissed), and is truly a prime example of how one writes a power bottom!Haitham. Absolutely delicious read, much recommended. - Not a Lot, Just Forever, E, 7K: https://archiveofourown.org/works/52046953
A wondrously in-depth and painful venture into the abyss of Kaveh's self-hate and guilt, the lengths he takes to atone for the sin of being. Alhaitham resolutely loves him through all of it.
Existing is a filthy act, and liquor serves no other purpose than to clean him.
He’s grabbed, hit, spat at. It feels like catharsis, it’s freeing, like he’s repenting for the sin of being born.
The hatred burrowed into his skin won't seem to rinse out no matter how hard he scrapes.
“Forever, with you?”
“If you’ll allow it,”
Casually said, only in the way a poet could profess their devotion to another without using the word love.
<...> that lazy disregard that’s somehow reserved for everyone but him.
“I’ll ruin you,” he says quietly.
Love is a vulture.
“You’ll change, and I’ll ruin you,”
Not satisfied until every good thing is picked to the bone.
“You think yourself a monster, something inhuman, I know,”
Standing over your corpse where there is nothing left but marrow, and it complains that it is hungry.
“but this isn't the only time we’ve disagreed.”
Alhaitham is glowing, cast in warm yellow light from the kitchen lanterns, thick eyebrows furrowed in an expression Kaveh can only place as desperation. His eyes are cleared from their tears and he could never be so thankful.
“You are devastatingly human, Kaveh.” - Mastermind, E, 11K: https://archiveofourown.org/works/43116204
A journey into the desert helps with uncovering ancient murals. Kaves dreams of kissing Alhaitham. Alhaitham pines in his own unique and crafty way. Kaveh figures it out and plays along. Alhaitham tastes like water in a desert mirage, sweet and cold.
It was a complicated game with rules created by a man thinking with his heart and feeling with his brain.
The wind smells of water and cooling sand, the last breath of today’s food from the taverns and shops and a kiss waiting for a chance to happen. - My Lady, 5,7K, E: https://ficbook.net/readfic/018c43c7-5148-7349-96a7-c62b06e791ea
Kaveh helps out Nilou as a model for her new dress design. Alhaitham sees him in that dress. Shenanigans ensue. Their bickering here is priceless, one of a kind gift for the shippers. Alhaitham is caring and unable to communicate his care and UST, Kaveh is perpetually on edge, torn apart between shame and pride. There're provocations, and drunk confessions, and misunderstandings aplenty, and then Alhaitham goes down on Kaveh, and oh isn't it precious. Just the kind of Alhaitham I've wanted to read about, delivered! - a cure for insomnia, E, 12K: https://archiveofourown.org/works/45151444
Kaveh's on his way to misuse a particularly potent sleep drug when Alhaitham intervenes and suggests a safer option. They speak out their preferences in bed. A deliciously sensual feat, rich on descriptions and feelings. "Kylo Ren is shredded", Alhaitham edition. Definitely a re-read.
"Wouldn't call this option the easiest for I've had to wait out for years". - you're my vice, you're my muse, E, 14K: https://archiveofourown.org/works/44652358
Kaveh moves out to the matra quarters and yet keeps fantasising about a perfect home to house him and Alhaitham both. It takes some talk and Alhaitham's confession for him to reconsider his lodging options. Alhaitham returns injured from the desert, and Kaveh tends to him. The Talk ensues. Kaveh is livid Alhaitham assumed he doesn't have feelings for him, and then cries that Alhaitham got hurt because of him.
Peripherally, it feels as though the whole room is spinning, as though the space the two of them occupy is rearranging itself around this newfound, nonsensical information.
“Even if there were things I couldn’t stand about you, they couldn’t take away from how I feel.” - sunshine all the time makes a desert, E, 16K: https://archiveofourown.org/works/43195587
Alhaitham follows Kaveh into the desert under pretense of an excuse about Kaveh having taking his keys. Alhaitham saves Kaveh from a vicious plant. Kaves wants to study it for architectural reasons, shares his project idea with Alhaitham. During the fight with a plant Kaveh sprains his ankle, Alhaitham carries him. They survive a sandstorm and are forced to share a one-person tent for the night. Revelations ensue. Kaveh emanates strong dom vibes, and this is beautiful. Pet names not so much - might be a kink for some and total downturn for the others. - Drunken words, sober thoughts and ten degrees of mortification, T, 7K: https://archiveofourown.org/works/50260678
Alhaitham gets drunk after a nasty squabble they've had, and that state surprisingly helps them both out. Kaveh is sober and pained. Drunken Haitham is deliciously clingy (and oh aren't these arms ridiculously strong!) They talk the Talk and make out. Alhaitham's determination is a feast for the eyes.
‘You never pay enough attention to what I do, only to the things that I say. Maybe if you did, you would've figured it out by now.’ - inertia, T,3K: https://archiveofourown.org/works/41787693
Kaveh's drunken confession uproars Alhaitham's world.
“You don’t love me, and you don’t even want me anymore.”
“That’s-” Alhaitham pauses. “That’s not true.”
“I don’t ask you to pay rent, and I let you get away with not doing the dishes. I pick you up from the tavern when you get too drunk to walk, and I hold your hair back whenever you throw up from drinking too much. Do you think I would do all those things if I didn’t love you?”
“Oh,” Kaveh says. - confessing before death's door, E, 8K: https://archiveofourown.org/works/53602399
Kaveh recovers after having neared death very closely. Under the stress of this near-loss, Alhaitham finally lets his feelings show full-force.
It’s one thing to cry about family, it’s another thing to cry over your inconvenient roommate.
“I’ll do anything you want, however you want it. I’ll ride you within an inch of your life if you give me the word.”
He acts as though he hasn’t just been sucking Kaveh off with clear and raw desire cultivated over years of tight-lipped admiration.
“Came every night for a week, remembering how my name sounds in your mouth.” - the lion, the architect, and the glass wardrobe, T, 7K: https://archiveofourown.org/works/54727591
Here they argue like actual scholars! You can feel that the author is in the know. Finally a fic where their arguments are real serious, science and engineering-based, full of weight and realism. Kudos for that, and then the fic is truly sweet. Alhaitham makes a face akin to that of a grumpy cat’s. Kaveh runs off into the desert to process his feelings, afraid of being loved. Alhaitham confronts him about the mixed signals Kaveh keeps delivering.
“Nothing gets past you Haravatat, you weren’t misinterpreting anything. I was just- scared. I was scared that, we were just going to fight again, and I didn’t think I could go through that again, I don’t think I’d want us to hurt each other like that again,” Kaveh admits, his voice trembling.
“What’s gotten you so happy?” Kaveh teases, unable to stop his own smile from growing. Alhaitham only smirks.
“Ah nothing, just remembered something about you saying nothing escaped me.”
“Fuck you.”
“Wow Senior, at least take me to dinner first.” - home, sweet home, M, 2K: https://archiveofourown.org/works/43254607
Kaveh returns home, having missed the state coup. Alhaitham enlightens him by giving a nice head. Kaveh feels insecure about him being still wanted after his absence. Alhaitham reassures him in the best way. Kaveh tops, like a soft and warm storm. - Fool Me Once, E, 54K: https://archiveofourown.org/works/44626243?view_full_work=true
This started out really angsty! The slowburn was delicious, Kaveh's pained pining prolonged and tortuous. And then the fic just... Ended up crumpled in that very moment when the author's deliberation has been most needed. This reader felt tricked in an unpleasant way (then again, the title mayhaps suggested just that).
Kavetham start out with carnal desire, discovering how compatible they are. Kaveh however thinks he's no more than a convenient hole for Alhaitham, and thus moves away to Port Ormos for a grand commission out there. We get very few glimpses of Alhaitham, sadly, for his POV would've been a great addition to the story. He loves so quietly, so steadily, so stealthily - Kaveh notices naught until it's too late, and they talk before Kaveh moves out. Alhaitham even suggests Kaveh marries him! And oh Archons, Kaveh's heard not a word on being loved and cherished by him! Of course he thinks it's just a matter of convenience.
They tentatively resume their relationships with curt letters. A little encounter at the desert, Alhaitham holding Kaveh through the night (in their only one bed), a kiss to the hair, and, once the commission is finished for good, Kaveh just arrives on Alhaitham's (their!) doorstep and asks to be let in again. The text never dwells on whether Alhaitham mustered the courage to ask Kaveh to marry him again. It's deplorable, really, as the premise promised for a thorough reconciliation after all the pain of their break up. It never happened though, just a quick scene to let us know they're good. - Anything to feel alive, E, 2.7K: https://archiveofourown.org/works/49613656
Kaveh's self-esteem issues progress when a one-night stand goes particularly awry. Alhaitham pries the truth out of him whether Kaves cares not for the identity of his lovers. Kaveh confesses he's always wanted only one partner. Alhaitham promises he'd go after Kaveh into the abyss and poses a condition for their relationship: that Kaveh needs to speak up when something is bothering him. - tenderly now, E, 4K: https://archiveofourown.org/works/48665026
Alhaitham returns after a long day and loves Kaveh with explicit tenderness. Alhaitham always insisted on cleaning Kaveh up, even though it flustered him to no end. ⬅️ This is particularly touching stuff for there're fics out there where he does not (and that's squicky much, to read about a man as educated and caring as Alhaitham.) - please accept the terms and conditions, E, 26K: https://archiveofourown.org/works/45496774?view_full_work=true
Modern AU with a break up and sехting that follows. Kaveh is unaware of who his correspondent is - to a point in time. They try some kinky stuff (one of the few fics where lingerie was not an instant squick although it's still definitely not my cup of tea at all). Things get revealed eventually, and kavetham are forced to have the Talk. And this has actually been beautiful - how mending a relationship is a two-way road. They ask, and discover, and answer, and feel hurt and ashamed and so much more complicated emotions. It's written with attention and care. Alhaitham is passionate here, loving deeply and endlessly, and Kaveh is so in love and insecure.
“If it hadn’t have been me,” Kaveh says, voice now quieter, losing that burst of bravado,”if it was someone else…would you be over me?”
Alhaitham’s answer comes in the form of a warm palm against Kaveh’s exposed ass and the tilt of his head, closer, lips pressing to just below Kaveh’s navel. “Kaveh,” he ghosts against the skin, words each like licks of fire, “I will never be over you.” - Green-Eyed Monster, T, 36K: https://archiveofourown.org/works/47713912
Kaveh decides to make Alhaitham jealous - and succeeds. Drama ensues. There's a disturbing scene when Alhaitham walks in on Kaveh being assaulted - and just walks away, thinking for a moment that it is consensual, and it's only his jealousy that deems otherwise. Thankfully, Kaveh fends for himself until he catches up with Alhaitham and they talk.
He walks into the blueprint, no, real kitchen with blurry eyes and finds himself measuring the distance between his hand and the mug of coffee as he reaches for it.
Right now he doesn’t really want to celebrate his accomplishments or talents, because his only accomplishment is being a truly awful person and his only talent seems to be destroying any scraps of happiness the world permits him.
“I feel so guilty for something that doesn’t warrant it. Is this how you feel all the time?” Alhaitham’s voice cracks. Kaveh holds his breath.
“I want you, Kaveh.” He tells him. Ah, and there’s his heart beating out of his chest, just like it used to. “I want you so much. I’ll tell you that I love you again and again until you stop hating yourself.”
They are slow people, who have slow-danced in the candlelight of their home around the truth of what they mean to each other.
“Let’s stop ending things between us before we even have a chance to begin, yeah?”
The rest is not unimportant, his thoughts are not unimportant, but they can come later. They can come gentler. He knows this now, finally. How to speak, how to understand.
🔥 “I would look to the palace and be reminded that all was not lost. I looked to you, Kaveh. It’s no small feat to inspire others. To instil hope within them. In twenty, two hundred, two thousand years time, I hope that the scholars of Sumeru will look to this palace as a symbol of revival and hope just as I have looked to you for the very same.” - that what is born into the night, G, 11K: https://archiveofourown.org/works/48131407
Drunken Kaveh makes it a habit of confessing tidbits of his enormous love to Alhaitham. Alhaitham pines, and waits, and loves with so much conviction and tenderness. The language is quite difficult to get through, its rhythms raw and rough on the tongue, yet the essence is sweet and the vibe is just what was needed: Alhaitham loves, and the strength of his love is a pillar that stabilizes the world.
Alhaitham doesn't want no storms for Kaveh - unless a few, and only created by him.
<...> The state of the world build on constant self-escape.
<...> The magic of honesty borne in the light of the Sun.
“How do you envision the peace of your heart?”
“We do not quarrel, and I'm not afraid we'd fall apart someday. I do not doubt your words. We are... Kind to each other?” - Alhaitham speaks, M, 1.7K: https://archiveofourown.org/works/43434009
The snark is strong with Alhaitham, and it pains him. "If you ever knew what I really wanted, you'd be baffled". Kaveh loves everything about him but the attitude. - bloom, E, 2K: https://archiveofourown.org/works/46252474
When Kaveh wants, Alhaitham gives. Kaveh asks Alhaitham to use his Dendro on him while getting it on. The Dendro cores bloom, and while Alhaitham fears it might cause Kaveh pain, it in fact causes anything but. Kaveh is ecstatic.
At heart, they’re both scholars. He is simply curious how this experiment will play out, which is absolutely the only reason Alhaitham gives in to Kaveh’s request. It doesn’t have anything to do with his own lust-crazed mind zeroing in on the shape of Kaveh’s bitten lips and the desperation in his eyes. - and yet you were courageous enough for that?, M, 4K: https://archiveofourown.org/works/49038742
Alhaitham helps Kaveh out of a precarious situation (mind the tags). Kaveh confesses that Alhaitham has never been the bad patch in his life. Alhaitham missed him plenty. They get to talk. - i've been loving you for quite some time, time, time, E, 4K: https://archiveofourown.org/works/47878495
Kaveh fully expects Alhaitham to ridicule him for his winning the Interdarshan Tournament and giving away all the prize money. He dreads returning home. And still Alhaitham waits for him. The squabble in the kitchen ensues. Kaveh believes Alhaitham is about to kick him out and demands honesty from him. Alhaitham wavers and accepts the terms. And tells Kaveh the truth. They grind and frot.
Alhaitham stares at him for a moment longer, unblinking. He looks almost resigned - as if the next words out of his mouth will condemn him to a fate worse than death, but he can see no other alternative way out of this situation.
And Kaveh is terrified by it.
“The truth, Kaveh, is that I have been in love with you for ten years.” He says, at last.
“I wanted to stay,” He says. And then adds, quietly, “I wanted you to want me to stay.”
Alhaitham stills.
"I see." Says Alhaitham, and for a horrifying moment Kaveh wonders if he's misunderstood and doesn't realise that Kaveh wants him, desperately-
But then Alhaitham lifts his head to press his lips to the sensitive spot just below Kaveh's ear.
"Well then," He says, in a voice far softer than any Kaveh has heard him use before. "Please, Kaveh," He breathes. "I very much want you to stay."
So Kaveh does. - flicker, E, 4K: https://archiveofourown.org/works/44311075
ER. Kaveh returns from his sabbatical. Alhaitham has bought him a golden gown. They've got a stone in-gound bathtub, where some tender loving ensues. Not as graphical as one may have hoped, though! - longing, beyond words, M, 5K: https://archiveofourown.org/works/50121181
It's mistakenly rated as E, yet there's hardly anything explicit within the story. However it dwells on Kaveh's characterization with wondrous accuracy. Quite a number of quotes to save and reread! Counting down days till his project deadlines feels like counting rations of resources-food, water, time, sleep.
Perhaps, as Al-Haitham says, Kaveh has always been too fragile; his blood and his vessels may be far too tender to hold something as sharp as resentment.
He isn’t sure which one of the following feels like more of a crime: refusing to thank Al-Haitham, or giving in to that admittance.
🔥 How do you spell desire without feeling like you’re pleading guilty at court? <...> Where does the line between "kiss me senseless" and "forgive me for wanting this" lie?
The warmth between them suffocates him more than silence ever could.
🔥 Hands that could spell care for him are crueler than any set of hands that merely take.
It happens so gently Kaveh thinks it’s feels like someone’s tenderly dressing up his wounds instead of fucking him into his resting floor like they always like to do. - Masterpiece, E, 1K: https://archiveofourown.org/works/44348539
“Who does it better, me or my vision?” Alhaitham asked playfully against his skin before continuing to kiss it. Enter Dendro tentacles. Kaveh though inquires that Alhaitham takes matters in his own hands, fun as the show may be.
He was not made to appreciate art, and yet Kaveh looked like a masterpiece in those moments. And like any masterpiece, he could not be touched; only spectated.
A second orgasm came over him, close to his roommate's, now painted in even more fluids. At last, he had dared to sully the masterpiece. So, no doubt, he was not cut out to appreciate art. As for the artist, he could not say the same. - Desperate Times Means Desperate Measures, E, 3K: https://archiveofourown.org/works/50177620
Kaveh moves back, and after a while kavetham are at it again. Kaveh forbids kissing on the lips but after an intense intercourse reconsiders.
Alhaitham, with his propensity to walk around less-than clothed in his home, or the casual and lingering touches, or the soft-handed way he speaks to Kaveh when he isn’t irritated.
It’s been weeks since Kaveh has come back and it’s only gotten worse. The longing. The need. - sumeru is a land-locked state, E, 15K: https://archiveofourown.org/works/48017530
Kaveh is most dangerous at night, in the dark. Alhaitham is in love, yet they still need to talk about it. Kaveh approaches him in the night, pretending to be drunk out of his mind. He fears he'd get kicked out after their night of love-making. The feels are high in this one, a hefty brew, very potent. “I know you’re not,” Kaveh whispers. “You don’t fall asleep when I leave.”
Al-Haitham’s walls once again crumble at the hands of their architect.
Kaveh has always been like the sun, bright and shining and miles ahead of his peers and he blinded Al-Haitham with his brilliance that day. Al-Haitham might not have been able to see clearly since.
It’s easy, Al-Haitham realizes, to forget that Kaveh hides his strength behind all his demure complaints of being delicate and an artist and unfit for using the muscles he keeps well trained beneath his clothes.
If the Lord of Dendro herself came down and asked Al-Haitham who he chose to follow, herself or Kaveh, Al-Haitham would have a shameful truth to bare. <...> Al-Haitham feels as though he could fuck Kaveh forever, as though he’s been waiting for this moment for his whole life. - crossing lines, E, 5K: https://archiveofourown.org/works/48583165
Delicious OT3 with Kaveh getting two Haithams at once. Very wholesome and satisfying. The ending also promises more delicacies to come (pun ofc intended) once Kaveh realizes this was not a fever dream but pretty much their new reality.
Both of them are so close, he’s practically sandwiched by the time another сосk presses against his rim while he’s being lifted up, his hole barely clenching around the first one when he’s lowered again and both сосks enter him. - Haitham could. And so could Kaveh, T, 0.3K: https://archiveofourown.org/works/57890389
A funny poetry laden with UST where Haitham is admiring Kaveh going about his daily routines. Alhaitham is then falling for Kaveh harder with each next verse. - uncharted turn, E, 13K: https://archiveofourown.org/works/51696481
The story is wondrously poetic, exquisite on wording (clemency & preciosity) and feels, yet the angst is also real in here. Kaveh visits Alhaitham in his office to "relieve stress". It's perfunctory and raw. They never kiss or face each other. They trade insults, or rather, Alhaitham delivers, and Kaveh quakes. It's a vicious circle, until Alhaitham cracks. Confesses his need to see Kaveh. Kisses him when Kaveh asks, fully sure he'd be mocked for the plea. Haitham gives Kaveh a lock of his hair to return, when Kaveh is ready for them to talk.
The sun is a sodium sphere of rising white, and the distant prairie is vast and infinite-reaching, and the hills are a rolling jade, and the birds are streaking southward. The scene looks like the product of a shadow and a sound from a metaphysical dream, and the specks of blue sky are oil drops stolen straight from a portrait. It is so perfect, but perfection makes a mockery of artists and Kaveh feels the salt prickle at the back of his eyes.
At some point Kaveh allows his eyes to flutter shut, because sometimes Al-Haitham just makes himself so difficult to look at-without making it feel like Kaveh’s committing a crime.
Kaveh drags his teeth through the mud and breaks his kneecaps with pebbles and works himself into the ground because he holds grand expectations for himself and makes art out of grander canvases still, because that’s the only way he’s ever garnered the gift of being seen, and Kaveh doesn’t know how to ask others to see him.
The one who’s pressing their lips to your neck like a blade decides you deserve another hour to live. <...> He sounds a little lost, the words delicate and rounded and there are hairline fractures at their edges.
His arms feel like hollow logs attached to his shoulders, as though they don’t belong to himself, but to an intermittent state halfway between a ghost and machine. <...> ...that the spite isn’t all there is to this sinking boat of a relationship they’re still anchoring themselves to. <...> “I don’t like being the pen that keeps drawing circles for us with no way to walk out.” - a husband for real, G, 5K: https://archiveofourown.org/works/43734343
Modern AU with kavetham's ER, where no one knows about their marriage until Alhaitham tells his friends he's, in fact, married. Nobody believes him, especially when he mentions Kaveh (a popular blogger and top notch architect extraordinaire) to be his husband. They've got no photos together on their socmed accounts, don't even follow each other.
Alhaitham has been content with their relationship being strictly private affair, however goaded by his friends, he tells Kaveh everything. Kaveh may have trouble with revealing his actual marital status and yet takes the leap of faith anyway to post photos of Haitham, their wedding ring, and even travel back from his work trip to prove a point by actually showing at Haitham and friends' gathering. There's no shame in loving, but there is in hiding this love. - love on repeat, M, 11K: https://archiveofourown.org/works/52509838
(Is rated E but the text isn't that explicit.) Alhaitham starts dreaming of Kaveh's past and particularly the most dramatic events of his life. It turns out Kaveh shares those dreams and resignedly, allows Alhaitham to see him at his most raw.
“I would find it odd to be in any house without you in it,” says Alhaitham.
“A lie can never be the truth.”
“If enough people believe it, it could have the same practical effect.”
Even in dreams, Kaveh is a work of art, it seems.
🌞 Because Kaveh is the sun. Burning so brightly, so quickly, so magnificently. Because Kaveh is the solution to every problem Alhaitham did not know existed. Because Kaveh is alive, and little else matters beyond that premise.
“You’ve seen it all, now,” Kaveh says, eyes now landing on the floor. “Are you happy? You’re right, Alhaitham. You’ve always been right.”
He never wanted to be.
Not like this.
And then he kisses him.
It’s a sensation that wraps him in relief. There’s a rush of feeling that floods his every cell and eases a tension decades in the making.
You have always been my dream, Kaveh. - A Scrutiny of Semantics, T, 8K: https://archiveofourown.org/works/46626853
Kavetham's relationship since their Akademiya days. Kaveh wanting to find that exact colour to paint Alhaitham's lips - this is what eventually brings him to realize the magnitude of Alhaitham's feelings for him. Alhaithams is rough in this one, difficult to his utmost. No wonder Kaveh had no idea about his actual love for him. The confession felt crumpled, especially compared to the build-up where Kaveh'd been suffering plenty. Would've loved to read a more lenghty version precisely of the reconciliation scene. Also Alhaitham's POV would've added a much needed second perspective, otherwise the heart goes out for Kaveh too much, dear heart.
Alhaitham has turned his gaze on Kaveh, too, and Archons, he’d forgotten the otherworldly shimmer of bright teal in the dark, like all the moonlight had coalesced behind his pupils and morphed into a raging sun.
He reluctantly cracks his eyes open to the sight of an unfamiliar room, still and magical in the opportunistic promise of morning.
The sun travels halfway across the sky before Kaveh’s plan of remaining in bed to become one with the mattress is thwarted by the door being unmercifully thrown open.
“Once again, ignoring my words to only hear what you’re intent on hearing. Not every setback falls on your shoulders, not every responsibility needs to become your burden alone.”
Because his lips taste of cherry tea and bitter pigments and the inescapable yearning of needing to belong. - Wish for this to be sweet, clean and warm, E, 3K: https://archiveofourown.org/works/57783949
Alhaitham is partly a dragon and can sometimes get dragon features adorn his human form, like horns, tail, Dendro tentacles and double assets. He also eats Kaveh out with his extraordinary long dragon tongue. Oviposition and sweet loving ensues. - Lay Down and Let Go, E, 2K: https://archiveofourown.org/works/47491456
Alhaitham eats Kaveh out.
Alhaitham tilts his head. “Oh? Demanding, aren’t you?”
“Always. You love it.” - mortise & tenon, E, 6K: https://archiveofourown.gay/works/41854929
Kavetham students, Alhaitham walks in on Kaveh getting off, and Kaveh just cannot stop thinking abt all the what ifs. He devises a plan to get Alhaitham to agree to sleep with him - and suddenly it succeeds. Kaveh marvels throughout the process. Alhaitham clearly marvels, too. to stun him into [bliss-wrecked] silence that tastes like triumph 🏆
His initial assumptions are false-no marble pillar can shiver as beautifully as this miracle of flesh and muscles and tendons, wonderfully reactive. Kaveh wants to take him apart, unravel the threads of his relentless rationality until nothing remains of him but this humanity, all this softness that does not quite fit right with the rest of him. - suffocating like vines on a tree, E, 1K: https://archiveofourown.org/works/57813547
Improper use of Dendro all the way! To think that kavetham can actually both indulge in it, should they so desire to trade control.
There was a flower on the nightstand. Vines started to emit from the pot and wrap around Kaveh within a couple minutes. His hands were forced to let go of the pillow as they were moved above his head and against the headboard. One had wrapped itself around Kaveh’s waist to secure him tightly to the bed. A few more slithered up against his legs, to which he lifted to give them better access. They immediately used the leverage to wrap securely around each leg and force them apart. - peach fuzz, E, 1.9K: https://archiveofourown.org/works/50157454
The story mentioned double penetration in the tags but it's in fact a member and fingers combination. Kaveh is suspended with Dendro vines and sitting on Alhaitham's lap. Afterwards Alhaithams cares for him and washes him thoroughly.
Once in a while, his fingers would trail down Kaveh's spine and trace around his stretched rim, teasing the warm flesh and almost playfully slipping one of his fingers in next to his cock. He felt Kaveh twitch at that, a full-body shudder going through him as he moaned at the added pressure next to the thick girth already inside him. - too many nights, E, 4K: https://archiveofourown.org/works/46889422
Drunkenly, Kaveh wonders if Alhaitham actually wants him. Alhaitham doesn't deny it. This isn't really about feelings being on display or described at length. Sometimes a pwp is all about feels despite being a pwp - not this time around. - botany class, E, 2K: https://archiveofourown.org/works/49178463
Where Alhaitham calls Kaveh hayati (حياتي)💗 I'd call this one a very proper use of Dendro. Like, super proper. Very uplifting if you get my meaning. <...> waves of ecstasy crashing into him with undeniable force.
As his climax begins to fade, the vine still embedded inside him slows its rhythm, extending the duration of his shattering orgasm and amplifying the sensations coursing through his trembling body. Kaveh thinks he calls out Alhaitham’s name, slurring over the words. His limbs feel like they’re detached, an inconsequential thing, and he’s left floating in the haze that follows. - Tug One Out, E, 1.5K: https://archiveofourown.org/works/47558698
Alhaitham wakes to Kaveh's moans in the next room, and cannot resist the pull. Naturally. Gets off to the thoughts of Kaveh's radiant preciosity. What I really wish to read is a fic where this scenario gets explored further - of Kaveh figuring out Alhaitham heard him - and acted accordingly. All this sumptuous UST, laden heavily with realizations. The deliciousness of a dancing around their feelings, combined with smouldering desire.
Alhaitham wants to- god, he craves it. He’s craved it for days, weeks, months, years. Ever since their formative days when they pretended to do schoolwork and danced around each other with silly titles like Senior and Junior. <...> Then he’d climb into Alhaitham’s lap and whisper into his ear things like, ‘You’re only like this for me, hm?’ because yes, yes. - Put a Ring On It, E, 2.7K: https://archiveofourown.org/works/48569716
Kavetham elope. The sheer goodness of married intercourse, the joy of finally going for it for the first time in the new status. Alhaitham loves calling Kaveh 'husband', d'awww ☺️
Kaveh was stressed to his eyeballs, too tired to give in to Alhaitham’s seeking hands, opting for shoulder massages and kisses instead.
“You’re my husband, Kaveh.”
Kaveh manages to find humor somewhere in there. “Are you going to keep saying it? Because it’s-I like…” His voice quiets then, as if embarrassed. “I like the way it sounds. I like you saying it.”
“My husband,” he whispers into his ear. “And I’m yours.” - Praise Be, E, 2.2K: https://archiveofourown.org/works/51100333
Kaveh praises Alhaitham, and they both discover Alhaitham is incredibly susceptible to it. This starts out against the door, Kaveh's length deep in Alhaitham's mouth - a perfect start, truly.
“Haitham-so, so good.”
Alhaitham melts into the bed like putty. Kaveh moves, rises and falls against him, crying out when his cock sinks deep. A swivel of his hips as his ass hits Alhaitham’s hips leaves him gasping, grinding in a circle that hits the perfect spot.
“Haitham.” Kaveh’s voice is punched, breathy, mournful even. His fingers dig into his sternum, pricking his skin. There will be marks and Alhaitham will love them. He’ll stare at them later and remember that he was good, that Kaveh loved this. “Haitham,” keens Kaveh. “So big. So full, I’m-” His words are lost in a garbled moan.
Alhaitham is punchdrunk on the praise. He yanks Kaveh against him and bucks his hips, back arching off the bed as he drives into him. - rorriM, E, 4K: https://archiveofourown.org/works/44742340
Ugh, the kudos number confused me. This is a cruel one. Precisely the kind of kavetham fics I'd prefer to never ever encounter again. Also doing a huge disservice to aro persons, equaling them to massive jerks. Alhaitham isn't just a model jerk, but oh so much worse: he's an abusive manipulator, and this is horrifying to read. Now I need me a ton of fics with Alhaitham pining and caring and loving his Kaveh with all his heart and soul, even if he's initially bad at feelings. - Of Runes and Romance (rorriM, part 2), E, 3K: https://archiveofourown.org/works/47610526
Alhaitham proposes in an adorable scholarly fashion: by creating a encrypted proposal for Kaveh to decypher. Surprisingly, the author writes him decidedly different from the first fic in their series. Less unpleasant, more bearable, more human.
“I love you in a thousand different languages, despite the fact that none of them have the proper words to convey what you mean to me.” - Cause I really need somebody, So tell me you’re that somebody, E, 1K: https://archiveofourown.org/works/54698311
Total OOC of everyone in here, but the sheer premise itself is quite promising. Alhaitham is an escort worker here, but what about a bodyguard AU? Can you hear Whitney Houston singing? - Hushed Whispers, E, 5K: https://archiveofourown.org/works/57813370
Sethos' POV watching kavetham going at it in a backstreet. Little graphics to be read in here, and the act itself is very rough and raw. Kaveh takes a toy alongside Alhaitham's big D. The idea itself can actually be explored with majestic detailing. Here's to hoping it one day would be! - the ghost of your touch, E, 3K: https://archiveofourown.org/works/49488391
Alhaitham feel ridiculously OOC here. He's horneh for Kaveh (which I wholeheartedly appreciate) yet this ceases all his thought processes. Like, at all. Then the spit as lube... The love-making is not delicious in here, it's more of an animalistic copulating, and even that could've been more aesthetic.