Alhaitham looks down from the book he’s reading, shifting his attention to the blond who’s resting his head on his stomach.
“What makes you reach that sudden conclusion?” Alhaitham asks, mildly curious
of the other’s random train of thought.
“Somehow you are always sure that everything's going to be okay, no matter what it is.” Kaveh murmurs. “Which is ridiculous. You aren’t a God.”
Alhaitham can’t stop the chuckle coming out from his mouth. “𝘐 𝘢𝘮 𝘯𝘰 𝘎𝘰𝘥.”
“I know that. That’s why it’s more ridiculous, somehow.” Kaveh snides with a roll of his eyes. “It’s just… with all the troubles lately and you, at the center of it…” He trails off.
“Are you worried for me?” Alhaitham asks, putting the book to the side and gives the older man
all of his attention.
“And there it is, your inflated ego.” Kaveh scoffs.
“I did promise that everything will be okay, Kaveh.” Alhaitham assures, sensing the genuine worry underneath the blond’s voice. “Including you and myself.”
Kaveh exhales loudly. “That’s why it’s so unfair.
The level of shits that had been going on were way off the roof, almost on an impossible level.” He replies, before he turns to his chest. He crawls up to Alhaitham’s body and straddles him, before he hovers right across the younger man’s face. Silence fills in the gap between
them, as they look at each other.
“Hey, Alhaitham. Who are you?” Kaveh murmurs solemnly, staring deeply at the eyes he grows to love so much.
Alhaitham lets out a small chuckle at the question. He lifts his right hand and holds Kaveh’s chin with a smirk on his face.
“Will you worship me Kaveh, if I 𝘢𝘮 a God?” He whispers, questioning the blond as his thumb swipes sensually against his bottom lip.
“Will you let me?” Kaveh challenges back. He opens his mouth, engulfing the thumb into his wet cavern and bites it gently, as if he’s making
a point.
“No.” Comes Alhaitham’s easy answer, as he pulls his thumb out and licks the excess saliva on it, all while not breaking their eye contact. “You are far more priceless to kneel under my feet.”
The older male snorts at the rather cheesy answer. “Who said that I will
worship you that way?”
“Then how will you worship me?” Alhaitham amusedly inquires.
The blond haired man raises his eyebrow. “Are you willing to pay the price, Haitham?” Kaveh says, taunting the other further.
“Maybe.” Alhaitham responds. “How shall I pay for it?”
Kaveh scoffs
good-naturedly at the indulgent reply, before he lifts himself from the younger man and rolls to the side. “You’re no fun, Haitham.” He comments, before he turns to his side and stares at the gray-haired man with a half-hearted scowl.
“And you’ve never ceased to
amuse me, Kaveh.” Alhaitham remarks. His previous smirk turns into a genuine, small smile and Kaveh can’t help but get flustered at the handsomeness of his face.
“Hmph.” Kaveh huffs. “Then you gotta pay me with a fancy dinner tonight.”
“Sure, but I’ll be the one who decides where
we will eat.”
“You choose the lousiest one, Haitham.”
“But the food is far better than those you prefer. They are selling the place rather than the food.”
“You simply can’t appreciate 𝘢𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘴.”
“Aesthetics won’t fill my stomach and please my tongue. Also, I’m the one
who’s paying.”
“You’re so annoying. Fine! I’ll let you choose the restaurant.”
“Good boy.”
“I’m older than you!”
.
.
Later, when the night has come and they’re laid side by side, Kaveh can’t stop replaying their conversation. “You’re so unfair.” He murmurs as he stares at the
completely asleep Alhaitham. “You’ve always indulged me, protected me, even if you’ve done so while aggravating me this time.” He deeply sighs as a sliver of melancholy passes through him. “How am I supposed to let you go in this life?”
“𝘋𝘰𝘯’𝘵.”
Alhaitham’s sudden voice
startles Kaveh, who immediately recovers as an invisible weighty atmosphere descends between them. The gray-haired man still looks dazed with bleary eyes, but Kaveh has known him enough to know that he’s fully awake.
“Don’t leave my side.” The gray-haired male reiterates, as he
stares at him with such unrecognizable vulnerability and longing that triggers his own heartache.
“When did you-...?” Alhaitham asks before he trails off. “So that’s why you questioned me this afternoon.” He murmurs quietly.
Kaveh smiles bittersweetly in response. “Shall we prolong our play pretend then?”
“It’s not pretend.” Alhaitham denies as he pulls him into his embrace. “Isn’t being 𝘈𝘭𝘩𝘢𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘮 and 𝘒𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘩 enough for us this time?” He whispers.
“Silly 𝘈𝘭𝘩𝘢𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘮.” Kaveh sighs as he buries his face on the other’s chest. "Fine. But if anything happens I'm blaming you now."
“Everything will be fine, Kaveh. I will promise you so in this lifetime as well.”
I forgot to add but yea reincarnated king deshret alhaitham and goddess of flower kaveh
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Dan feng IL being courted by numerous alpha, even those from other nations, and yet none have ever been able to entice the powerful omega past the obligatory introduction-
-not until an alpha with hair as dark as midnight, eyes red like the finest ruby,
along with a stature that promises power and strength halts Dan feng from his morning walk and impudently takes his hand. He bends down and kisses the highly venerable omega's knuckles with a barely hidden smirk as apparent desire and hunger glimmer in his eyes.
One would've
thought that Dan feng would immediately slap the alpha before kicking him away like he once did, but it's to everyone's surprise when the dark-haired omega simply scoffs, even as far as offering and letting the foreign alpha kiss the back of his wrist.
"I see you're back Ren- no.
What if... what if it's Vash's habit to bite when things doesn't go his way 🤔 Knives and Vash are still /twins/ after all and their temper is pretty much the same, just in different stages and levels. Knives might takes things on his own hands, with
snarls, high-tension glares, high-speed and loud violences, and Vash, when his patience is snapped, will growl and bites with frown so deep that you thought it's permanently etched on his face, as somberness changes his cute and adorable face into a handsome one, finally similar
to Knives, but sharper, and threatening in a quiet and poisonous way.
The first time Vash bites and tears through someone's neck is when someone in the mansion disturb him when he's trying to get more pillows and blankets that are Knives' for him to use as a nest. Said staff
Famous public figure Kaveh who is BA of various high-brand luxuries goods, dearly loved by the whole Sumeru for his participation in many shows and short tv series, shakes the entirety of Teyvat when he appears with Alhaitham in tow as his plus one,
an S-class actor of various series and blockbuster movies on the day of Kaveh’s first movie premiere.
The thing is, even Alhaitham's own agent has a Hard Time dragging said actor into his own movie premieres and now he willingly attends someone else's?
It creates so much buzz,
especially when fans start to connect things from both SNS's
The one who had been sending many food trucks to Kaveh's filming sites were not only his fan clubs. Half of them, along with the secret and unpublished ones that came from the staff's posts are from Alhaitham.
Vash has never realized just how big and bulky his Nai is.
In his mind, Nai will always be Nai, his twin, his big brother, a man who loves him so much, too much that more often than not it smothers and suffocates him, but he also needs it like
oxygen, like an addict who needs his fixes. Nai is warm, is hot, is his shelter and safe place and in his mind, Nai will always be this boy, this young teenager, and a young man who almost looks like him.
So it startles him when he realizes that the Nai in his mind is actually
quite different from this Nai who’s assertively and carefully leads him out of the hotel that’s infested with his rabid fans and stalkers. This Nai who’s protecting him is actually bulkier, a little bit taller, with a shoulder that seems to stretch from one end to another
Vash knows he’s late.
It's already too late when he sees him, leaning on the wall of the alley, with his head down and his arms lying listlessly on his side.
He knows, but it doesn't stop him from running to his Knives,
screaming his name on the top of his lungs, seared with unbearable pain and burns of misery.
His yell turns into a loud whimper of distress and anxiety as the blood on the wall that was hidden under the darkness is now revealed, clear as the day.
Knives' blood.
𝘐𝘵'𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘒𝘯𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘴' 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘥.
Vash scrambles and crouches by his side, ignoring, pretending that his boots are not smeared with red. Not listening to the wet squelches as he checks his breath. Hoping praying demanding for the world to let him see the up and down of