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Whenever Kaveh gets drunk or sick, Alhaitham is always there to carry him home. However, what happens when Alhaitham is the one left beaten and bleeding on the streets?
He is left with nothing except angry words.
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the chime of my bangles plays your name by awooreo
Fandoms: 原神 | Genshin Impact (Video Game)
10 Nov 2024
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“I can’t believe the day’s already here! Oh, you must be so happy!” says Auntie Faridha, clasping his hand in between both of hers.
“Of course, the bangles he chose are absolutely gorgeous — custom made, I think he said.” Kaveh can’t stop himself from smiling, listening to the aunties ooh and ahh at his words.
…What day exactly is she referring to?
Kaveh wasn't expecting Alhaitham's gift, and certainly not the reactions he'd get about it.
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Alhaitham's overreliance on rut suppressants catches up with him. Now it's up to Kaveh to help him deal with the consequences of a long overdue rut.
The main issue here? They're both rather unconventional alphas.
(A.K.A. "and they were both bottoms", the fic)
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Alhaitham confirmed Kaveh's thoughts before he could speak them aloud. "I believe we've found our temple."
"Really?" Kaveh's heart soared. "Oh, this is incredible! To think it was locked in a Domain this entire time... that must be how it escaped Deshret's grief-stricken rampage! Alhaitham, we —" He froze when he looked over and saw the deep grimace settling on his companion's features. "... what? What is it?"
"You might not be able to read what it says, but I can." He closed his eyes, clearing his throat before he translated aloud:
"To receive the Goddess' blessing,
all desires must be embraced,
all secrets must become truths,
and all flesh must become one."Kaveh's excitement deflated like an overripe Harra Fruit. "Oh... don't tell me that means what I think it means...!"
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OR: A temple dedicated to the Goddess of Flowers is very intent on having Kaveh and Alhaitham participate in a fertility ritual.
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Kaveh stares at the neatly packed bento box laying before Al-Haitham, housing neatly sliced vegetables and glistening, fresh rice.
“Who made you that?” Kaveh asks, not bothering to hide the vengeance in his voice. “Your work husband?”
Al-Haitham lets the fork go slack in his hands and just stares at him. “Kaveh,” he says, in the sort of tone someone might say dude.
“Don’t dude me,” Kaveh says, aghast.
Kaveh is interested in discovering who Al-Haitham's elusive work husband is. Al-Haitham is only interested in Kaveh.