#haikaveh
“i cant believe the master architect is married.” knowing alhaitham, panah rarely made small talk. but the recent news fueling the rumor mill has been playing in his mind non-stop that the comment just slipped out his mouth. what he hasn’t expected is for alhaitham to
#haikaveh
racer alhaitham losing a race for the first time and when he gets interviewed and asked what could be the reason why he lost, are there strategies he need to change, improve the pit crew’s timing etc etc, he simply looks up the crowd then answers sounding
#haikaveh
“to alhaitham’s second wife,”
he blinks at the words disbelievingly, the sides of the paper wrinkling under the pressure of his fingers. still, he reads on, tired and stinging eyes absorbing what’s written on the scrap of paper the matras found in kaveh’s grip.
#haikaveh
Alhaitham’s never cared about the opinions of others about him, until he meets Kaveh’s mother.
Alhaitham also has an answer for everything, until he’s rendered speechless by the woman now sitting across the couch in his home, drinking his coffee, and it’s not like
#haikaveh
it’s not odd for kaveh to receive gifts from clients and admirers. in fact, it happens far too frequently, and in truth has been a thing since their akademiya days, that alhaitham no longer bats an eye whenever there are attempts.
#haikaveh
the first time kaveh’s introduced to the team, alhaitham didn’t pay him much attention. and by that, it means he didn’t spare him even a quick glance as he’d rather focus on his pocketbook rather than someone who’ll join them temporarily.
there are two versions to the story of how alhaitham and kaveh met: the short one, which is kaveh’s version, and the long one if you were to ask alhaitham. of course, most would probably just settle for the short one, and when kaveh would tell them they met at the house of daena,
#haikaveh
kaveh feels sad. then again, anyone would feel sad about letting their money go, even if it means he’s finally debt free. he pushes the check towards alhaitham, slides the flimsy sheet with enough zeroes on it to the man sitting on the opposite side of the table.
#haikaveh
alhaitham is normally not the jealous type. years and years of being in love with the light of kshahrewar has made him somewhat immune to the attention kaveh’s getting on a daily basis. but if someone were to ask him if there’s one time, one person that has
#haikaveh
“do you take this man to be your husband, to live together in matrimony, to love him, to honor him, to comfort him, and to keep him in sickness and in health, forsaking all others, for as long as you both shall live?
“i do—“
“do you???”
#haikaveh
modern office au
“alhaitham”
kaveh lifts his eyeglasses up and brings the small strip of paper closer to his face.
“alhaitham” it reads. the name doesn’t miraculously change.
with a loud sigh, kaveh balls it in his fist as he tucks his hand inside his jacket.
#haikaveh
“You don’t have to do this.”
Kaveh’s neck almost snaps with how fast he turns to look at the man getting ready to draw the curtains. The voice breaks through his tangled thoughts, a feat usually impossible once Kaveh’s already let his overthinking take over.
#haikaveh
Alhaitham doesn’t have his keys. This has never happened before.
There are rare occurrences where Kaveh would be earlier to rise and leave their home. That morning happens to be one of them, and while Alhaitham’s managed to get a glimpse of the blond rushing out with
#haikaveh
It’s the anniversary of Alhaitham’s grandmother’s death, and Kaveh wakes extra early to prepare food and other necessities his roommate can bring when he goes to visit her grave. In the four years that they’ve lived together, Kaveh easily picked up this practice from
#haikaveh
they have no idea how and when they’ve started to do everything together. the habit seemed to have grown naturally to them, that they haven’t even noticed it until collei, of all people, pointed it out.
but at least all their proposals have been approved, albeit with minor revisions. and if they all salivate from alhaitham’s homecooked
lunch, no one dares to comment.
oh, the perks of living just five minutes away.
-end-
#haikaveh
no matter how intense their fights would become, alhaitham never asks kaveh to leave. he never says “if you have a problem with it then leave,.” it doesn’t matter if they start raising their voices, although that rarely happens nowadays unless one of them
#haikaveh
alhaitham deciding to buy a new couch for their study so he wont have to go out all the way to the living room just to nap. kaveh, of course, is ecstatic when the man invites him for this purpose, saying he might as well come and choose what he thinks looks good,
#haikaveh
kaveh always complains about his stuff, when the truth is the blonde has just as many things as alhaitham does. the only difference is that kaveh can be so organized and neat about them sometimes, that it makes it difficult to find that one item he’s looking for without
#haikaveh
there are only three rooms available at the desert inn, which means that for a group of four—cyno, tighnari, alhaitham, kaveh— two would need to pair up and share a room.
as an official couple, it is obvious that cyno and tighnari would be the ones sharing,
#haikaveh
regency-ish, a/b/o
—
Kaveh’s been living under his widowed aunt’s roof since he lost his parents at age 12, and whatever happy memories he’s had in those meager years are trampled upon by the unjust treatment he’s received from his new home—
#haikaveh
it’s been a long day filled with difficult clients and unreasonable revisions and kaveh feels utterly drained. he’s only finally able to take a breather at the library as he waits for alhaithm to finish work so they could go home together. that he isn’t even sketching
#haikaveh
alhaitham isn’t the most approachable person. he is also aware of this fact. that if the world should end and another human had the misfortune of being left alone with him, they would rather make friends to the dirt beneath their feet and talk to a brick wall.
haikaveh
#spoilers
for those who havent done the quest
i love the idea that the first thing they think about is each other when they’re excited to share something, like kaveh probably thinking “lol this is funny, i cant wait to tell alhaitham” then looks for him everywhere 🥹
#haikaveh
reincarnation au
“I’m not the man you knew. I’m not the man you’re in love with.”
Kaveh only smiles at him, sad and understanding, but not agreeing with Alhaitham.
#haikaveh
being both immortals with a thousand years of pining behind their backs and it only ends when alhaitham’s centuries-old love poems to kaveh have been finally decoded, and when people finally find and restore the missing head of that one masterfully carved marble statue
#haikaveh
where Alhaitham returns home one day to find Kaveh crying in the kitchen with several dishes on the table. The architect must be stress eating again after another bad client, but when he approaches he sees bowls and plates filled with deep red sauces,
#haikaveh
office au
this isn’t his first job, but this most certainly is his first day at his new company and Karwan’s aware how the old regulars are always so excited to chatter with newbies like him. so it’s only a tad surprising to be cornered at the cafeteria downstairs when
#haikaveh
“—that building a waterway transport system will make traveling easier!” Spantamad’s sage slams a hand on the table, as if doing so would earn him the support of the others and make the opposition change his mind. “Ugh! You— scribe! Are you writing this down?”
“No.”
“what.” alhaitham scoffs as he sits and fiddles with his ring. “never seen a married man before?”
the grand sage is smiling when he says it.
somehow, alhaitham’s bright and cheerful face is ten times more frightening than his angry one. they don’t know which ones they prefer.
#haikaveh
idea: Modern high school AU
Kaveh with multiple piercings and so everyone things he’s a (too pretty) thug (he’s not, that’s just his coping mechanism) vs bookworm Alhaitham who thinks that beating up bullies is the fastest, most efficient way to deal with them so he
random musing but i think it would’ve been funny if siraj actually tried to recruit kaveh in his hive mind thinking that ‘ah here’s someone who hates alhaitham as much as i do surely he’ll understand and feeding his hatred to the hive will make it more effective
#haikaveh
bittersweet
There’s a strange man who’s been frequenting Puspa Cafe for weeks now. He comes in the morning, always around the same hour when the place is not so crowded, orders a cup of black coffee, no sugar and no milk,
#haikaveh
the absolute drama and chaos of having childhood friends to high school sweethearts to exes to exes in denial who actually promised to get married anyway when they're still both single by 30 yrs old but they don't know how to bring it up
#haikaveh
There’s a knock on the door that Alhaitham hesitates to answer. It’s the weekend, he’s not expecting anyone, and Kaveh most likely isn’t expecting anything or anyone either with how he’s been keeping his living arrangements a secret.
#haikaveh
random thought where kaveh turns blue whenever he’s sad, and when alhaitham first met him his hair and eyes are blue and it’s been that way for a long time until they’ve grown close enough that one day, kaveh becomes all too bright while they’re hanging out,
suit. before he disappears out the door, alhaitham’s voice reverberates loudly off the walls.
“Don’t forget our deal!”
“Forget?” kaveh huffs then grins. “I look forward to it.”
-end-
the fireexit doors fly open and in kaveh’s next breath, before his eyes could even widen fully from the realization of just who burst out into the hallway to block his path, he is enveloped in the smell of familiar cologne, trapped between a chest and the fire exit door.
#haikaveh
The concept of soulmates is something trivial to Alhaitham that it has never really captured his interest, despite how doctors and scientists still try to make sense of it up to this day. It’s why he’s agreed to the match his grandmother arranged for him, considering
#haikaveh
“what’s up with those oranges?”
Anis side-eyes the oranges on her desk. Resting her chin on her palm, the disappointment is evident on her face. Daya blinks and waits for her to answer and explain why she’s in possession of fresh oranges in a net bag, a random thing
#haikaveh
random thought: where althm makes it his mission to make kaveh drink water because the blonde always complains about his headache,
while kaveh hunts down althm to make sure he's eating his meals because the scribe always forgets to once he's too immersed in his readings
this is what grinds alhaitham’s gears to no end; the fact that the architect is literally holding his wrist and yet no one thinks for a second that alhaitham is the lucky one kaveh’s married to.
“you’re sulking again.”
“i’m not.”
“sure. you’re not.” kaveh rolls his eyes.
#haikaveh
crime?au mafia?au
“So, you’ve finally decided to strike.”
Alhaitham has always sounded so level-headed. Cool. Unbothered. For him to speak to Kaveh with his voice coated in amusement, as if there is no knife that’s drawn a line on his throat and thin trail of blood
thinking about how the lucky kiss before the race tradition started with a cliche when kaveh’s still holding alhaitham’s gloves when he sends him off and alhaitham’s like “arent you forgetting something?”
#haikaveh
racer alhaitham losing a race for the first time and when he gets interviewed and asked what could be the reason why he lost, are there strategies he need to change, improve the pit crew’s timing etc etc, he simply looks up the crowd then answers sounding
actually be interested in idle gossip for once, that the acting grand sage stops in the middle of affixing his signature to stare up panah as if silently prompting him to continue. a little excited about finally having someone to talk to, panah continues.
#haikaveh
crack dump
-akasha terminals-
Honestly, the Akasha terminals were a genius creation and had so much potential, if only they weren’t used for such inhumane experiments. Kaveh’s yet to dispose of his, tossing it in one of his boxes he’s marked for later.
very second jaws are dropping on the floor.
panah feels faint.
“i brought you lunch.” kaveh places the food on the table. “finish it before it gets cold, okay?”
alhaitham nods his head. as proud and tremendously happy he’s feeling right now, even kaveh’s sudden appearance
as smart and observant and reliable as panah.
“and i’m sure his husband is older him!”
alhaitham takes that back. panah knows nothing.
“older?”
“yes. i think mr. kaveh likes to be taken care of, and so i think he’d be compatible with someone very mature and level-headed.”
news flash, you don’t have to be a decrepit to be mature and level-headed, alhaitham argues in his head. just look at him! he’s mature and composed, and he’s younger than all of them.
regretfully, panah is clearly not observant and reliable too. alhaitham feels sorry for him.
“it’s all the students are talking about these days. someone apparently saw a ring on the master architect’s finger when he took off his glove, and they jokingly asked him if he’s already off the market.” the man whispers as if there’s a risk someone else might hear them,
next batch of documents for signing, alhaitham asks, “and what did kaveh say?”
“oh! well mr. kaveh said of course! he’s already married after all.” panah tells him. the smile that alhaitham wears hearing this must be a sign that he’s interested in this news than he lets on.
#haikaveh
actors au/dispatch au idea
fans trying to connect the dots that they’re dating by pulling up solo pictures of them w/ the same bg or wearing the same clothes, accessories, etc. even trying to see if that random pinky finger at the corner of a pic is the other’s hand
“…you were interested just seconds ago.”
“what?”
“i said you’re absolutely right sir.” panah sighs. “let’s make haste. i want to go home early today too.”
the position to him.
“oh no.” kaveh laughs as panah welcomes him inside.
“what brings you here then?” the mahamata asks, eyeing the cloth bag in kaveh’s hands.
“i heard you’re having a long meeting.” the blonde answers. “i’m just here to deliver my husband’s lunch.”
“if he refuses to tell, what makes you think i’ll spill?” alhaitham’s hand is flying over the documents as he signs them with added speed and force. it’s a miracle that they weren’t torn in the process. “if i were you, i’d focus on finishing work so we can go home early
instead
intrigue instead of disbelief. how is he to tell, after all, what exactly alhaitham feels about this piece of information.
“did he not say?” asks the acting grand sage and panah shakes his head.
“he said it was a secret.”
“hm,” alhaitham’s face goes blank and he’s signing
#haikaveh
(thoughts about kaveh having a mole on his nape is plaguing my mind recently)
kaveh usually just lets his hair down, content with just pinning a few strands and braiding a lock enough to keep them from flying over his hair. so alhtm never really knew about the mole's
papers again. his hand heavily presses as he writes that his signature embeds itself on the next paper underneath. “i see.”
not quite ready to let their conversation die, panah says, “aren’t you… acquainted to mr. kaveh? do you not know who he’s married to?”
“…no.”
“no?”
#haikaveh
Alhaitham is starting to see a pattern here, that he’s actually staring at his door right now to see if someone’s inconspiciously managed to put a “WELCOME!” sign on it. First it was Faranak, then it was Nahida, now…
alhaitham’s hand flies to his smooth face.
“i forgot his name, but i think he’s mr. kaveh’s type.”
ah, there’s a slight roughness around his jaw. but he’s so busy! it cant be helped! maybe he’ll just put off shaving for next week.
kaveh ‘is’ well known, not only for his skills and achievements, but also for his looks. still, alhaitham thinks it’s a little excessive for people to obssess over the blonde’s supposed mystery spouse for daysss. days! and fine, honestly, alhaitham wouldn’t have minded this in
to yell? frown? god forbid, smile?
hold on.
“hey there,” kaveh finally moves and everyone watches with wide, bulging eyes as the architect walks liesurely all the way at the other side of the long table.
he stops by alhaitham’s side, caresses the sage’s cheek, and in that
#haikaveh
adding this to actors au with collab king kaveh
reporter: mr. kaveh! congratulations on your new project.
🏛️: thank you so much! ☺️
reporter: so this collab with Discovery is very exciting, but fans cant help but worry because you’ve been on hiatus for almost a year
when asked, kaveh smiles and shows his finger with an entirely different ring. he says, “this ring? i got it at Claire’s! if you want one too, visit their website and use my code KAVEHXCLAIRESCOLLAB to get a 10% discount! 😘”
panah is just really happy to be having this fun, non-work-related conversation.
“i wonder who he’s married to though?” he thinks out loud and alhaitham stops writing again. this time though, he’s looking at panah with furrowed brows, and the assistant takes it as simple
“that was ages ago.”
he nods his head. haravatat girl is right again, truly a bright student.
“i heard it was a pretty big fight though. mr. kaveh even cried.”
…
“what? really?”
“uh huh. also-“
“the library is not for gossiping, kids.”
the students squeak in surprise.
it must be ridiculous to dress up like he’s hiding from the police, because the crowd is insane and the arena gigantic. there’s no way alhaitham would spot him in the stands among the sea of people. but when the screen shows those searching eyes of sumeru’s top racer, kaveh can’t
“i don’t think so. i think mr. kaveh likes the other senior with the baby face.”
on second thought, he should probably shave tonight. alhaitham’s got enough time. better yet, he could ask kaveh to help him with the task then ask the blonde once and for all if he— wait.
alhaitham just nods his head and heads back to his office.
needless to say, he’s very disagreeble during the meeting. he picks on every miniscule flaw, from the poorly thought plans to the text outlines. every misspelled word is pointed out and the individual at fault is
but there’s really no one else in the grand sage’s office but the two of them. he aligns the papers in his hands when alhaitham starts signing again, and for a moment panah feels downcast because the grand sage seems to already have lost interest. however, as panah hands over the
whisper and alhaitham whips around to threaten them again, but they’re already too far when he does, in their fear and haste to get out of his hair.
“cyno… what a joke.” alhaitham mutters, walking away. “cyno’s totally not kaveh’s type.”
besides, this guessing game is admittedly amusing for kaveh. on the other hand, it’s a matter of pride for alhaitham, that someone would, should eventually see there’s no one else who’s perfect for sumeru’s master architect.
“i’m not.”
“if you say so, dear. if you say so.”
of engaging in useless gossip.”
there’s an obvious change in his mood that panah wisely doesn’t comment on. he does make a face though, but alhaitham’s eyes are fixed on the documents anyway so he doesn’t see any of panah’s disappointed and mocking expressions.
reminded that he’s not alone. “i havent seen you in a while. classes ended early?”
“hello panah. yes, i dismissed early. i’ve got some dinner plans, you see.”
“that reminds me! everyone’s talking about your wife!” nizam exclaims. his voice is loud enough to turn heads, and
not an accusation, not a demand, and not a provocation. but his name, soft and low and careful.
“kaveh.”
the world becomes a little brighter when alhaitham pulls his cap away, revealing disheveled fringes and an unsure gaze that refuses to look up and meet alhaitham’s eyes.
because they cannot be bothered to share. what’s important, after all, is that the people who matter to them know, like cyno and tighnari and collei, and even nilou and the traveler.
“but if you’re going to be like that—“
“i’m not sulking.”
“…”
“… it’s real gold.”
“is it?” panah blinks and alhaitham watches the expressions flitting on the other’s face as he stares at the ring. the man’s eyes widen seconds after and alhaitham anticipates. “mr. alhaitham! you’re really lucky!”
alhaitham breathes in. finally!
“doubt it! i saw them hugging.”
“i’m sure it was a friendly a hug. tsk. you clearly know nothing.” panah shakes his head, disappointed. “i’m sure that mr. kaveh has a husband, not a wife!”
from behind a bookshelf, alhaitham nods his head. nizam truly knows nothing! he should be
“it must be someone from his expedition team.” alhaitham overhears two matras idling at the corridor. “i dont think mr. kaveh’s a fan of long distance relationships, but he’s always away. so it must be someone he’s always with during his desert trips.”
#haikaveh
- The Port Ormos Children’s Kaveh Protection Squad aka The Anti Alhaitham Club
—
Alhaitham doesn’t have an opinion on children. He doesn’t like them, he doesn’t hate them. He cares about them only as fellow human beings.
He’s confused how he’s earned their ire.
“I definitely loved you first.” kaveh argues and the officiant closes his eyes, suppressing a groan. alhaitham, bless this man and his patience, only smiles amusingly.
“whatever makes you happy.”
admittedly also has him rendered speechless.
mission complete, the blonde claps his hands, snapping everyone from the shock that’s frozen them in place.
“sorry to interrupt your meeting. i’ll be taking my leave now.”
“n-no problem! no problem at all!” the sages reassure.
“oh! you’re joining them mr. alhaitham?” panah sounds delighted. “so you do know mr. kaveh’s husband!”
his fellow mahamata really should’ve kept his mouth shut.
“come to work early tomorrow, panah.” alhaitham tells him. “i want those leftover reports done before lunch.”
“eh?”
the slightest especially since he’s much too busy cleaning up the former grand sage’s mess, but he really cant afford to have his workload increased just because people are too busy guessing who kaveh married. add to the fact that they are all unbearably wrong every time.
“your husband,” panah speaks slowly. “is here in the room with us?”
“yes.”
“who—“
the sound of a chair scraping the marble floor pulls everyone’s attention. and there at the very head of the table stands alhaitham, arms crossed and lips pursed like he’s trying so damn hard not
help but pull his cap lower and duck his head. his heart feels like it’ll leap out of his chest anytime to run away and return to its rightful owner, that kaveh clutches the front of his shirt in an attempt to keep it at bay. that stupid man just had to say that, didnt he.
“well then.” kaveh turns to alhaitham one last time. “see you at home?”
“see you at home.” alhaitham clears his throat when his voice comes off a little weak.
eyes remain glued on kaveh’s form until he reaches the door. panah opens it for him.
“hmp.”
“what do mean ‘hmp?’” kaveh shakes his head. when alhaitham steps out, those bright eyes are quick to notice his naked hands. the man sighs and shakes his head, and a smile finally graces his face. “nice ring you’ve got there.”
not nice enough to be noticed though.
“and where is this airing? the television? home news? afternoon broadcast?”
“no.” she blinks up at kaveh innocently. “the stadium.”
fuck.
kaveh hastily leaves, almost breaking out into a run.
“that makes sense.” alhaitham wants to laugh at how seriously the other agrees with his companion. “ah! i know, it must be that senior he’s always with!”
senior that kaveh’s always with? who???
“the one with the beard?”
“yes, the one with the beard.”
why is he even thinking about this.
“are you sure? i think—“
“i think i’ll let cyno hear about this.” alhaitham rounds the corner and interrupts the two. his voice makes them jump and they immediately straighten up to acknowledge him. “i dont think the general would be happy to