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Tumblrを始めてから10周年を迎えました 🥳

It’s been 10 years, I can’t believe it. Time to update my fic tag soon, I guess 😶

#10 year tumblrversary #tumblr milestone #personal

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#haikaveh #kaveh #alhaitham #genshin impact #lonnie draws #trying to get better at drawing

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Haikavember Day 5: Heat 🔞

Kaveh is burning up. Everything is blazing hot: From the blasted summer heat streaming in freely from the open window to the fabric of the sheets rubbing against his naked body, from Alhaitham’s breath stirring the hair on Kaveh’s neck to the searing sensation of his hand sliding down low over the swell of his ass. Kaveh feels like pure pyro essence is circulating through his system.

Alhaitham drags his lips along Kaveh’s shoulder, leaving wet kisses in his wake. His hand, which had finally, finally come close to where Kaveh desperately wanted it, instead of dipping between his cheeks, slides around to his front, fingers trailing through the coarse hair below his navel. Kaveh bites out a low groan.

“Haitham, it’s been half an hour. Can we get on with it already? Please?”

He usually holds the word ‘please’ back until he absolutely needs to use it, knowing full well how much Alhaitham likes it when he begs, but he’s not about to put himself through another thirty minutes of painfully drawn-out foreplay—not when he’s so hard it’s starting to get uncomfortable, and definitely not when he can clearly feel Alhaitham’s erection digging into his hip, precome smeared across the small of Kaveh’s back.

“Patience is a virtue,” Alhaitham murmurs, the scrape of his teeth against Kaveh’s skin electrifying. “You should know that, senior. Besides, we’ve both got tomorrow off, so I want to take my time today.”

Kaveh holds back a moan when Alhaitham’s hand dips lower, teasing along the inside of his thigh. “I’d like to see your face next time you’re the one begging for me to just fuck you and all I’ll do is tease you for an hour,” he bites out.

He feels Alhaitham’s chest vibrate against his back as he lets out a breathy moan. “What an enticing…proposal. Though I’m afraid you wouldn’t last,” he says against Kaveh’s sweaty skin while he grinds against him from behind.

Kaveh scoffs. “Don’t project your own issues onto me. I have plenty of stamina, which you know better than anyone else, but it’s not about that. Doesn’t it—” Kaveh shivers when Alhaitham’s fingers start to travel again, inching towards his entrance. “Doesn’t it mean anything to you that I’m telling you I want you inside me right now?” Kaveh grinds back against Alhaitham to drive his point home, which elicits another delicious moan.

“Well, what about me? Does it mean nothing to you that I want to make it last?” Alhaitham counters. It makes Kaveh’s skin crawl in the best way possible.

“We can just go multiple rounds if it’s about that. Please?” Kaveh tries again, craning his neck back to look at Alhaitham. Curls of Alhaitham’s silver hair stick to his sweaty forehead, making him look just as wrecked as Kaveh feels. His eyes are dark, his lips parted. Kaveh doubts he truly means to drag this out any longer, because he looks like he’s on the brink of losing control over himself.

“Haitham, please,” Kaveh pleads, and he can tell he’s finally gotten through to him, because after this it takes only a second for his eyes to flutter shut and a groan to leave Alhaitham’s mouth—and then he’s kissing him.

It’s a messy kiss, all teeth and tongue, but Kaveh drinks it all in, knowing he’s won. A string of spit keeps them connected for a split second when they part.

Kaveh wipes his mouth, listening intently to the rustle of the sheets as Alhaitham finally twists his body to retrieve the oil from the nightstand. He hears the telltale sound of the lid being unscrewed, and then Alhaitham is back, a wall of heat against Kaveh’s back.

“I’m going to touch you now,” Alhaitham says quietly, as if Kaveh needed the heads-up. Kaveh nods wordlessly, wiggling his hips as a sign for him to get on with it. When Alhaitham finally circles a finger around Kaveh’s hole Kaveh jumps—the oil is hot to the touch.

Or, well, it’s not really hot, but it’s not the cool sensation Kaveh expected either. It’s warm, but the longer he stays in contact with it the more the warmth seems to spread. “You—you grabbed the warming jelly,” he gasps.

They’d bought it a while back, so Kaveh had almost forgotten they had it at all. He doesn’t remember it feeling this intense.

“Is it uncomfortable?” Alhaitham asks, his finger stilling.

“N-no, keep going,” Kaveh says. “It’s good.”

Alhaitham presses a kiss to Kaveh’s shoulder and continues. When he slowly presses a finger inside, Kaveh thinks he’s going to burst. He must be overheating, because it definitely didn’t feel this good the first time they used it. It makes him feel like his insides are on fire, but it’s not the stinging sort of heat one might expect. It’s velvety somehow, and it makes him crave more.

Alhaitham adds a second finger, gently stretching him open before starting up a leisurely rhythm of in-and-out. He breathes harshly against Kaveh’s neck while he fingers him, stoking heat in Kaveh’s gut. The damned jelly is making everything feel so intense.

“H-hurry up,” Kaveh gasps, pushing himself down onto Alhaitham’s fingers, forcing them deeper. “At this rate I’m really not gonna last—oh, yes—” Alhaitham’s fingers brush against Kaveh’s prostate, sending intense pleasure through his lower half. Flames coil in Kaveh’s belly, heat mounting, sweat seeping into the sheets as he writhes in his lover’s embrace.

“How does it feel?” Alhaitham’s voice comes out breathless and raspy, but his fingers keep stroking along Kaveh’s most sensitive spot with scary accuracy. Kaveh isn’t sure he ever answers the question; he doesn’t have words to describe the way everything feels hot to the touch when he shouldn’t be feeling it this intensely with the high temperatures surrounding them already. He cries out Alhaitham’s name and then half an attempt at something that should have been a warning, but it’s too late. Kaveh comes with a choked moan, come shooting off the edge of the bed and onto the floor.

Alhaitham works him through it for another few strokes before pulling his fingers out. He’s breathing heavily into the crook of Kaveh’s neck, and it isn’t until some of the fog muddling Kaveh’s brain lifts that he notices something sticky and hot running down his back.

“Did you…” he starts, but Alhaitham cuts him off with a sloppy kiss.

Kaveh's head spins, a laugh working its way up his throat. “What was that,” he starts, “about making it last?”

Alhaitham groans, face smushed against Kaveh’s shoulder blade. He mumbles something into his skin, but it’s unintelligible.

“What was that?”

“I said,” Alhaitham huffs, leaning up over Kaveh’s shoulder to look him in the eye, “I wasn’t done with you yet.”

“I’ll hold you to that, then,” Kaveh replies. He pushes Alhaitham back into the sheets and rolls on top of him, careful not to rub against him while he’s still sensitive.

“Give me five minutes,” Alhaitham says with a lopsided smile on his lips, his hands settling on Kaveh’s back.

“Mh.”

Alhaitham kisses him—slowly, sweetly this time. A different sort of heat spreads throughout Kaveh’s body when Alhaitham kisses him like this—like he’ll never let him go again.

The humid heat of the Sumeran summer fades into the background as they start to fan the flames of passion for a second time that night.

#haikaveh #haikavetham #alhaitham #kaveh #genshin impact #lonnie writes #not sfw #yeah we are still posting these ig #i still have two more finished pieces and one that's half done so be on the lookout for that c:

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you're the only one who can boil my blood and make that shit cut 'cause you know that i'm always yours i'm so in love

#haikaveh #alhaitham #kaveh #genshin impact #lonnie draws #yeah i picked up a pencil again #lets see how long this new obsession stays around lol

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Haikavember Day 4: Inspiration

“Say, Alhaitham, do you ever feel inspired?”

Kaveh asks him this question unprompted. Their conversation had just lapsed into comfortable silence, the previous topic done. He blinks at Alhaitham, then his eyes flick back to his glass, red wine swirling around it as he twirls it between his fingers.

“Inspired?” Alhaitham asks. Kaveh’s question is too open, leaving too much room for interpretation.

Kaveh seems to dislike receiving answers that deviate from the intended meaning of his questions, though he hasn’t learned to phrase them accordingly, so Alhaitham struggles to find fault within his own way of interpreting these questions.

“You know, like when you read a really nicely worded paper and it makes you want to add to the discussion,” Kaveh says.

So it’s that kind of question.

Alhaitham supposes that he does feel inspired sometimes. A lot of times, actually. It started, if he remembers correctly, right around the time he and Kaveh met on that fateful day in the House of Daena. Up until that point he’d preferred to keep to himself, taking little interest in what other students had to contribute to class discussions. Even most of the professors failed to pique his interest, which was one of the reasons he stayed homeschooled and self-taught for the better part of his youth. He never felt inclined to engage in prolonged debates with his peers. They seemed to be living a different reality, and the resulting disconnect was too great for Alhaitham to want to bridge that invisible gap.

Kaveh crashed into his life full force—he was loud, passionate and intelligent. He still is, even though life has been unkind to him. Alhaitham knew immediately that Kaveh was different. He was like him in ways the other students his age weren’t.

It didn’t take long before he found himself scribbling away furiously in an attempt to refute a claim Kaveh had made in one of his homework assignments. He had written critiques of published authors’ works many times before that, but this time his heart was in it. There was something happening inside of him, a flame of need flickering incessantly where muted nothingness had been before, his pen sliding across parchment without care for all the smudged ink on his hand or the balance of his lettering. He needed to write. Nothing else mattered.

Kaveh had brought out a side of him Alhaitham hadn’t been aware of himself. His desire to interact with Kaveh’s thoughts, both in person and on paper, only grew over time. Where he was apathetic at best during most of his classes, he raised his hand eagerly in classes he shared with his favorite senior, and if only to nitpick tiny details in his presentations or statements.

After things went downhill between the two of them, Alhaitham found himself bereaved of all drive. Freshly graduated, he should have been actively seeking employment, but he barely managed to get himself out of bed some days. Even though he hadn’t felt like anything was amiss before he met Kaveh, it seemed that the spark of life, the curiosity Kaveh had inspired in him had left him in the same way Kaveh had left his life.

It wasn’t until he started noticing several postings across the notice boards around the city on his infrequent trips to the market to restock on groceries that the flame that had lain dormant inside of him was rekindled. The postings were anonymous and eclectic in terms of content, but Alhaitham knew who was leaving them. He could tell from the way their author phrased certain ideas, and he would recognize that looping handwriting anywhere.

Before he knew it, Alhaitham had pulled a pen out of his belt pouch and started scribbling his answer to Kaveh’s posting. 

When he returned the next day to find a disgruntled reply, he couldn’t help the smile creeping onto his lips. He felt like, in a way, Kaveh had allowed him to step back into his life, even if it was unclear whether Kaveh had realized it was him or not. 

If he were to be entirely honest, he would have to admit that Kaveh was indirectly responsible for a good chunk of Alhaitham’s early scholarly work. If he were to be honest, he’d tell him that he inspires him every day, just by being himself—even though Alhaitham doesn’t share his ideals, he respects the way he never strays from them. But Kaveh doesn’t take kindly to Alhaitham’s honesty; he has an uncanny knack for interpreting ill intent into his actions, or maybe a learned inability to take words of affection for what they are, specifically when they come from Alhaitham.

So, looking back at Kaveh over the rim of his own glass, Alhaitham says, “Funny you should ask. I suppose that recently, I’ve been feeling more inspired than I have in a long time.”

#haikaveh #genshin impact #kavetham #haikavember #lonnie writes #clenches fist #they are in love

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Haikavember Day 21 - Cold ❄️

Kaveh's outfit is not the best for going to Dragonspine, but Haitham's…

#haikaveh #genshin impact #art #<3

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Haikavember Day 3: Feast

For as long as Kaveh can remember, Alhaitham has always had a knack for showing affection through his cooking.

At first, he didn’t realize what he was doing. The very first time Alhaitham cooked for him, Kaveh poked at the food with his fork, contemplating the probability of it being poisoned. It was something Alhaitham called ‘an improved version of sabz meat stew’, but it was beyond recognizable. The flat, pizza-like substance had very few similarities with the sort of stews Kaveh was familiar with, not to mention the addition of an actual word written on it in herb sauce.

“Just try it,” Alhaitham had said, so Kaveh hesitantly took a small bite. It was unlike anything he’d ever tasted before.

To his complete and utter shock, it was delicious.

After that first time, Kaveh gained a little more trust in Alhaitham’s cooking, though the message Alhaitham was trying to convey kept flying over Kaveh’s head for a while. At first, there was ‘Contemplation’, written on what Kaveh eventually helped Alhaitham rename ‘Ideal Circumstance’. 

More dishes followed, each decorated with a singular word: Observation, Companionship, and right about the time Alhaitham was about to lose patience, as he later told Kaveh, Adoration.

Kaveh thought about that last one for a good while, even after he finished eating the meal Alhaitham prepared for him that day. He couldn’t fathom what Alhaitham’s understanding of adoration might encompass, much less who or what might even elicit such an emotion from him—after all, in the realm of Kaveh’s imagination, the only thing he could envision Alhaitham adoring was books, and he was positive he felt no need to remind Kaveh of that fact. It was also possible Alhaitham wasn’t talking about himself at all. For all Kaveh knew, he could have been practicing his calligraphy using random words (and sauce).

“There is a saying in Mondstadt,” Alhaitham told him when Kaveh finally confronted him about the cryptic messages he’d been leaving all over Kaveh’s dinner. “They say that love goes through the stomach. I hope that answers your questions.”

Kaveh mulled over Alhaitham’s words; he even consulted a couple of dictionaries for usage examples of the saying, but ultimately felt like he was interpreting too much into it. After all, there was no way it was that simple, right? It wasn’t like Alhaitham to try and tell Kaveh that he had feelings for him in such a roundabout way.

And still, Kaveh couldn’t shake the thought once it had been planted in his head—and for a while he was convinced that he was losing his sanity, because Alhaitham’s runic dinner embellishments didn’t stop. In fact, they were starting to get more direct every day.

Kaveh thought about how to best broach the topic with Alhaitham, how to convey how these little gestures were making him feel. At first, he didn’t think much of it, but as days bled into weeks, he knew he could no longer brush his own feelings aside. The simplest dishes started feeling like scrumptious feasts to Kaveh, and not only because they tasted good. He felt like each bite he took warmed his insides, each word consumed unraveling into unspoken confessions. 

In the end, Kaveh felt like there was only one way to go about it. He decided to try and emulate Alhaitham’s strange way of communicating with him—so one night, after Alhaitham had taken a seat at the table, Kaveh served him a portion of omelet rice, the word ‘Trust’ carefully written in ketchup standing out vibrantly against the gold of the omelet. It took him a good chunk of courage to write it out, but it felt right—just as Alhaitham had been giving him all these little hints about how he was feeling, Kaveh wanted to give something back. Something he hadn’t been able to give Alhaitham for a long time. He was willing to try again.

Kaveh sat across from Alhaitham with his own plate of food (sans ketchup-lettering), nervously waiting for Alhaitham to comment on Kaveh’s creation.

And comment Alhaitham did, but not until he had polished off his entire dinner. Kaveh almost thought he wasn’t going to say anything at all, but when he walked around the table to collect Kaveh’s empty plate, he felt Alhaitham’s hand brushing against his shoulder.

“Thank you,” he said, the corners of his mouth upturned. “It means a lot to me.” Then he stepped away from the table to do the dishes as if nothing had happened, leaving a red-faced Kaveh behind, his heart hammering in his chest.

After that night, writing messages on each other’s meals became a common occurrence in their shared household. Even after Kaveh plucked up all his courage and confessed his feelings to Alhaitham properly, the tradition stuck. 

Today, too, Kaveh finds himself smiling down at the dinner Alhaitham brought him to his work desk. Written in tomato sauce, mild as Kaveh likes it, four letters complete the dish: ‘Love’.

#haikaveh #kavetham #genshin impact #haikavember #lonnie writes #this one was a pain to write tbh #i wanna write a proper fic for this one day

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#<333 #haikaveh #not sfw #art #genshin impact

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Haikavember Day 20 - Bubble 🫧

Ft. their Fontainois outfits~

#my lovelies #haikaveh #genshin impact #art

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Haikavember Day 2: Memory

In a small cubic jewel case, Alhaitham keeps his favorite memories. 

The gold paint on the outside started peeling several years ago, but he hasn’t found a good enough reason to switch it out for a newer one. He supposes, in a way, the case has become part of the memory. And even though Alhaitham is not a sentimental person, over the years he has come to find comfort and joy in revisiting memories of times bygone. In the jewel case, he keeps a single memory disk.

He sits on one of the couches one rainy afternoon, studying the slideshow of digitized Kamera pictures projected onto the opposite wall. If he thinks about it, this sort of technology has already given way to newer, more advanced successors, but he likes the simplicity of old-fashioned crystal ore disks. They don’t easily break, and even though their storage capacity isn’t great, they get the job done.

He listens to his husband tinkering with the coffee maker in the kitchen while his eyes linger on a snapshot of the two of them captured on their wedding day. Alhaitham’s eyes are glassy and bloodshot from crying. Kaveh’s holding a tissue, laughing and crying at the same time, wiping Alhaitham’s face. It’s one of Alhaitham’s favorite pictures of them even though he looks horrible in it.

The next picture was shot at the Akademiya. It shows Kaveh, cradling an enormous bouquet in his arms, beaming from ear to ear. Fifteen years ago, Kaveh received his first permanent teaching position at the Akademiya, which he took as his chance to revive Kshahrewar’s former renown. Alhaitham remembers him voicing concerns about juggling teaching and managing his design studio, but in the end he figured out how to make it work, succeeding spectacularly in both fields.

“Looking at old photos again?” comes Kaveh’s voice, not from the kitchen, but right next to Alhaitham. He looks up to find his husband standing by the couch, holding two steaming cups of coffee. “You’ve become soft, Haitham.”

Alhaitham accepts his cup of coffee, making room for Kaveh to sit next to him. “You must have rubbed off on me,” Alhaitham says simply, switching to the next photo.

Kaveh harrumphs but doesn’t move away. He lets out a wistful sigh at the picture on display. It’s a portrait of Alhaitham that Kaveh shot, just for the fun of it.

“You never wore your hair like that again after this,” Kaveh says, eyeing Alhaitham over his coffee. “It looked so much better than the unkempt mess you called a hairstyle when we were in our early twenties.”

“I’m afraid I don’t have the needed amount of hair left to recreate that style now,” Alhaitham retorts.

“Liar,” Kaveh says. He’s seen the bundles of silver hair clogging the drain in the bath—complained about them, too—and yet he’s never made fun of him for it. “If you’d just let me do your hair, you’d see that a little bit of hair loss isn’t a problem at all. At any rate, you look better now than you did back then,” he says, his hand coming to rest on Alhaitham’s thigh.

“Even with all of these wrinkles?” Alhaitham quips, pointing at his own face.

“Especially with the wrinkles. They make you look human.” Kaveh’s thumb strokes gentle circles into Ahaitham’s thigh. Alhaitham hums, taking a sip from his coffee. It sends warmth spreading through his chest.

They watch the remainder of the slideshow together. When they are done, Kaveh helps him tidy the space. He extracts the memory disk from the projector and hands it to Alhaitham, who returns it to the safety of the jewel case. He hopes that when the time comes for him to take it out again, Kaveh will be joining him then, too. He is a central part of these memories, so for as long as life will allow it, he will always prefer to have Kaveh right there next to him.

(Of course, Alhaitham intends to use the memory disk not only for revisiting the past. Their thirtieth anniversary is coming up, so chances are they will be adding more photos to the collection soon.)

#haikavember #haikaveh #haikavetham #alhaitham #kaveh #genshin impact #lonnie writes #im so down bad for this flavor of hkvthm....

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#augh this is cute #haikaveh #kavetham #genshin impact #art

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AUs for when your OTP are both assholes

You drive a massive SUV and steal my parking spot all the time and I was just heading out to leave a strongly worded note under your windshield wiper but oh no you’re hot AU

I’m a barista and you’re the obnoxious customer who comes through and orders a venti macchiato while talking on the phone the whole time so I misspell your name in increasingly creative ways every day AU

I’m a busy businessperson and my barista keeps misspelling my name in increasingly disrespectful ways, honestly, who does this person think they are AU

We were both playing wingman for our friends who have now decided to go home together, and after five minutes of conversation we fucking hate each other, let’s bang it out AU

I saw you trying to hit the “door close” button in the elevator but I made it in and then I pushed every single button to make you later for work, but now we’re stuck in this fucking elevator as it stops at every single floor and I don’t know what to say other than “you started it” AU

I asked for your help getting a book off the top shelf and and you laughed at my taste and called me a nerd so I shoved you into a table of nonfiction best-sellers and that’s how we both got banned from the quirky community bookstore AU

I take my grades very seriously and you’re the lazy asshole who asks a ton of off-topic questions to distract the professor and I might be a foot shorter than you but I swear to god I’ll fight you AU

You tried to barge into a private conversation so I said something devastatingly witty and dismissive but you came back with something even meaner and more clever AU

Shouting match over the last Thanksgiving turkey at the grocery store AU

#found this in my drafts and im wheezing #all of these are haikaveh #writing prompts #i must write some of these

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oh-

(pose is a redraw of this)

#haikaveh #kavetham #genshin impact #art #oh #hello there #in love w kavehs expression

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booba pillow honk shoo mimimi 💤

#so soft i cry #haikaveh #genshin impact #art

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but the show must go on

#furina #genshin impact #art

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Found on twitter, going to adopt this now

Writer friends, tell me how many WIPs and how many UFOs you have. I have 2 WIPs and [redacted] UFOs (jk it’s around 16 across my three main fandoms)

#writing #oh yeah

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be mine.

#im going to cry #love love #haikaveh #genshin impact #art