#haikaveh mafia/crime au 🔞🔞
-exploring this threadfic but will have some changes
-no solid direction as to how this story would progress but to be safe, expect the language, violence, death, sex, and other themes that usually goes with mafia/organized crime aus
-slowburn
-🔞

https://twitter.com/kahlidump_/status/1671712908382998528

Unless…?

“Kaveh? Kaveh!” Farghani’s voice thunders through the earpiece.

“The Haravatats have allied with the Kshahrewars.” Kaveh says breathlessly, and the way Alhaitham smiles confirms he’s right. “I’ve been compromised. Go without me.”

#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 flowing like a teardrop, is an abnormality that almost makes Kaveh falter. But the hand that holds the knife–and Alhaitham’s life by extension–does not waver, and his eyes, a passionate red that shamefully carries only indifference, looks down on the man hauntingly hollow as if

#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. little archon has realized recently that relying only on his facial expressions would not garner her anything. So she takes note of how he instead stares at the last piece of his food as he chews slowly, like he’s delaying things, refusing to finish it all just yet. “I see.”

#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. He finds it again when rummaging through his old pet projects during a rare free day, and with the bitter memories of the hours he’s spent hunting down Alhaitham at the Akademiya because the scribe’s stolen his keys again, an idea pops in his head.

And he gets to work.

#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 Mehrak in tow, a half-worn shoe that he attempts to secure on his foot whilst hopping on one leg, perhaps Alhaitham should have taken notice of how Kaveh blindly grabs his key from the small dish on the table by door, and how his fancy keychain’s hooked Alhaitham’s key, taking it

#haikaveh regency-ish, a/b/o
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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— house. Not a home, never a home. Just a house with no love nor an inch of care thrown his way unless you count the stale bread and soup he’s given just so he’s d survive enough to live the next day.

He’d endured the starvation and the beatings, accepted his fate as his aunt and

#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 Kaveh one time just to rile him up. Now, he’s seeing the wrong in his actions and is actually thinking if the sight of his furious roommate chopping greens while wearing this abomination was well worth the embarrassment he’s about to face today.

When the apron is held in full

#haikaveh
kaveh hangout spoilers
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In the end, the four of them hadn’t had a final decision about what to do next for Collei’s studies. With flowing wine, Kaveh’s relentless chatter, and cyno’s jokes, it was easy to lose track of time and forget the very reason why they’ve come together. Tighnari mentally notes not to get wine for drinks the next time they have to discuss something important. Nevertheless, it was time to go home eventually and they all move to do their usual routine. Cyno counts his TCG cards, making sure his deck is still