Hi my name is Sunny
I write a lot of HaiKaveh🌱🏛️ and I am a resident menace to society.
Ao3:
Retrospring:
Commission Info:
Feel free to send me requests, or just hang and chat with me ✨
Hi Everyone! I've decided to open up commissions for the time being!
Currently I am opening up 5 Slots!
I've made this helpful graphic for you all to follow along with and links to my Ko-Fi will be provided below! Any questions can be directed to my Ko-Fi or Twt Dms!
#haikaveh
| 🌱🏛️ | 🔞 | Cock-Warming & Semi-Public
Every inch of skin feels like it's on fire. Skin bordering clammy as he tries to keep his composure as every place where cloth touched his body felt like agony.
Kaveh was only trying to be helpful.
#haikaveh
| 🌱🏛️ | Did you know: A group of tigers is called an ambush
—
Haitham shouldn’t have been surprised, really it should be up there with normal at this point, but he can honestly say that he didn’t expect to come home to Kaveh sitting on the floor with Tiger cubs.
#haikaveh
| 🌱🏛️ | Incubus AlHaitham and Mortal Prey Kaveh 🔞 (TW: Dubcon -ish ; Dacryphilia)
Kaveh is delicious. AlHaitham savors the ethereal taste of sunlight, the bright flavors that taste of wheat and dappled light. The brilliance of flavor that explodes upon his tongue.
#haikaveh
| 🌱🏛️
Everyone gets on Kaveh about his drinking, but it’s only because he is a lightweight. Two drinks and he’s gone, blissed and tipsy and a bit giggly.
But Haitham? Haitham can hold his liquor. A whole bottle could be downed before he feels the sway of alcohol.
#haikaveh
| 🌱🏛️ | 🔞 Masturbation & Wanting
It's a silly purchase. Kaveh tells himself that as he rushes back to the home he shares with the irritating Scribe. A meaningless purchase that lured him in on a whim.
#haikaveh
| 🌱🏛️ domestic hc
It’s very hard for Haitham to not just slip his hands through Kaveh’s back windows and hold his hips from behind. I mean it’s right there, it’s so accessible.
That desire is worsened when Kaveh is cooking or making coffee for AlHaitham.
#haikaveh
| 🌱🏛️ |mirroring
@haravabrat
‘s possessive Haitham with Jealous Kaveh (because I promised them I would)
Kaveh is grateful that Haitham prefers not to have the attention of others, but it makes it all the worse when others try their luck with the Scribe.
#haikaveh
🌱🏛️ | Miscommunications
AlHaitham tried to make it... subtle of the fact that he was drawing information on this man that came from nowhere and wooed the sun.
His sun.
From what he could gather this Amin is the son of some wealthy merchant that favors construction.
#haikaveh
| 🌱🏛️ | Courting & Yearning
Kaveh doesn't date. That was something that the Architect explained ages ago back in the Akademiya before both he and Haitham had bore fangs that tore apart their friendship.
However, that does not stop others from courting him.
That smug expression has changed hands now, distress creeping onto Kaveh's features as something more feline and predatory curls at Haitham's lips.
"Try me."
#haikaveh
| 🌱🏛️ | Courting & Yearning
Kaveh doesn't date. That was something that the Architect explained ages ago back in the Akademiya before both he and Haitham had bore fangs that tore apart their friendship.
However, that does not stop others from courting him.
#haikaveh
| 🌱🏛️ short fic
«Protection.»
Kaveh can count on one hand the times that AlHaitham has had to use his elemental skill on him. They didn’t often fight together, having such different combat styles — but there were times where situation happens to call for it.
#haikaveh
| 🌱🏛️ | 🔞 Back Talk or Lack thereof
Haitham likes when Kaveh bites, be it verbally or physically, leaving him all but growling in some primal delight at the fury and aggression.
But hearing that bite get silenced, pacified, is all the more delicious.
#haikaveh
canon divergent au where Haitham actually used the divine knowledge capsule and has to share a consciousness with King Deshret who 10000% believes Kaveh is the spitting image of Nabu Malikata
Self indulgent
#haikaveh
hc because I’m sick | 🌱🏛️
AlHaitham gives Kaveh a hard time when he’s sick, gentle prodding and teasing about how Kaveh should have worn his coat or should have dried his hair before running out.
But he often stays home with him regardless
#haikaveh
| 🌱🏛️
Kaveh flirts with Haitham in so many different ways. He makes him coffee in the morning and sits and asks about the book he’s reading. He asks Haitham out on little dates, and makes sure he has lunch for the day at work even with his overwhelming work load.
AlHaitham and Kaveh work because Kaveh is just as much a beast in sheep’s clothing as Haitham is. The difference is that Haitham is analytical and precise where Kaveh is more emotional and broad and explosive (demonstrated by the leaked kit) but he is no less calculating
#haikaveh
college au where Kaveh has one too many drinks and winds up being taken care of by a stranger.
He makes sure he drinks water, tries to sober him up and even makes sure Kaveh gets home alright.
To make matters worse he’s certain the guy was incredibly attractive
#haikaveh
🌱🏛️
"I love you."
Alhaitham glances up from his book as Kaveh speaks, but instead of a response Kaveh bears witness to the volume of his headphones being adjusted.
"What was that?" Haitham asks, brow raising with a veiled expression of curiosity on his face.
#haikaveh
| 🌱🏛️ | I love you but it hurts | Unrequited Hurt no Comfort
AlHaitham is striking on a normal day, all cut muscle and long limbs that give him an intimidating air that often keeps people at bay.
But when he tries to look nice he is devastating.
#haikaveh
| 🌱🏛️ | Eclipse
Kaveh should have listened more, should have considered what Haitham had been trying to tell him about this merchant's son. Should have considered the depth of concern that had sparked amidst annoyance in those teal eyes.
#haikaveh
🌱🏛️ | Miscommunications
AlHaitham tried to make it... subtle of the fact that he was drawing information on this man that came from nowhere and wooed the sun.
His sun.
From what he could gather this Amin is the son of some wealthy merchant that favors construction.
Haitham... had been stressed lately, coming home late after enacting duties as Acting Grand Sage, snippier than normal and keying deep into the antagonizing side of him that must serve as stress relief.
So Kaveh was benevolent. Kind, really, offering to help in anyway he could.
How he had now wound up stretched along the full girth of Haitham's length, settled deep inside of him leaving him connected at his most vulnerable points was beyond him.
And Haitham, the bastard, was content to work like this. As if the heat and tightness wrapped around him --
From the way teal eyes had lifted over the edge of reports to fixate, pupils dilating slightly in some primal, feral, instinct -- well, he should have sensed the danger then.
But instead Haitham simply sat back and motioned for Kaveh to settle on his lap.
To get comfortable.
I love how we can be given GENUINE proof that Kaveh is the clean one and cleans up after the house and people will still be like:
He doesn’t do the dishes :/ he’s too lazy
He almost sobs at that, but instead retaliates by clenching tightly around him and shifting his hips in a slow grind.
It's enough to earn a traitorous breath in from past Haitham's lips as delicate fingers grip his pen in a near death grip.
Teal eyes lull to meet crimson.
Color blanches from Kaveh's face at that /promise/ to hold him here, unsatisfied, unfulfilled, doing nothing more than warming the length of his infuriating roommate.
"You wouldn't dare."
- a thread of denial. One that says 'sure, by all means, leave. See how satisfying it is to get off alone.'
And Kaveh whines, slumping back into the hard planes of Haitham's chest as his head turns towards him.
"How much longer?"
"It'll only go slower if you pester about it."
-- unraveled him as the want for friction, for heat, for whatever shred of affection (be it lust or otherwise) that AlHaitham could give him... and that was over an hour ago now.
The Scribe that kept him still with one firm hand at his hips is /cruel./
Kaveh is smug, that emotion swirling freely across his features and sending light into such faceted hues.
Delight rushing through him as AlHaitham closes the distance to press a chaste kiss to his lips.
"Keep that up and I'll keep you here until far after the sun sets."
-- offers no pleasure, or distraction, from what needs to be done.
But Kaveh burns. His fingers shake as deep breaths labor in, offering no relief as his body clenches and hips strain to try and move.
The first few minutes had been fine, but a well placed thrust had all but--
There is no doubt that he savors the feeling of those walls fluttering around his cock, devouring the feel of the way Kaveh's thighs shook with restraint as he keeps still.
"Haitham, can't you take a break?"
— and returning additions to their home.
Yet despite that. Despite the quiet grousing he can’t stop himself from pulling the faintest of smiles to his lips when Kaveh has left his field of view.
Not that anyone but Airilia saw it, and he knows she won’t say a word about it.
There's a hum of consideration, and from that noise alone Kaveh knows that he will not be offered mercy in this endeavor.
"No, I don't think I can. You're welcome to head somewhere else if you'd like, stretch your legs a bit."
His words seem kind, dismissive, but they veil --
#haikaveh
| 🌱🏛️ | T | Domestic Fluff
When Kaveh does manage to sleep it’s infinitely harder for him to wake up in the morning. Even as sunlight filters in through open windows, with a chill on the breeze delicately swaying the curtains in over his bed.
#haikaveh
| 🌱🏛️ | College Professor AU
Kaveh teaching Architecture Design and Haitham teaching Literary Analysis and having a rivalry of which students can retain the most from their courses and have the best attendance rate.
Eventually a rumor gets out that this rivalry --
#haikaveh
| 🌱🏛️ | headcanon
I like to think when Haitham saw Kaveh for the first time he just … knew. He knew that this person that was so like him, and yet so different in his ideals, was the one that would warm his heart and lure him to soft smiles and teasings
They won’t talk about it in the morning, but the blush that razes freckles features in the morning once eyes meet in the kitchen is conversation enough.
#haikaveh
🌱🏛️ - Sumeru Drifting - Technician Kaveh & Racer Haitham
"Kaveh."
Kaveh groans as a familiar tenor fills his ears, rolling himself out from underneath Albedo's Primari pushing his goggles up in order to meet that infuriating teal-gold stare.
#haikaveh
| 🌱🏛️ | Confessions
At some point, somewhere along the way, the attempts at rebuilding a friendship, creating a bond, shifted to something deeper.
And now nearly chest to chest after a heated argument, with eyes ghosting down to lips and back up, something snaps.
Said so casually, even as the high of Haitham's feeding refuses to fade.
"Most humans balk, run, and cast out incubus that threatened to steal their life force."
"Most incubus kill their prey, and yet you've been coming back for months."
A huff of a laugh, "Touché."
#haikaveh
| 🌱🏛️
Canon divergent au where Haitham used the divine knowledge capsule and winds up with a Royal headache in the form of sharing his mind with Lord Deshret who is certain Kaveh is the Goddess of Flowers reborn
Argument Edition!
#haikaveh
canon divergent au where Haitham actually used the divine knowledge capsule and has to share a consciousness with King Deshret who 10000% believes Kaveh is the spitting image of Nabu Malikata
Honestly. He does things to get under Kaveh's skin, but doesn't want Kaveh to leave. It's like he's trying to flirt with him through kindergarten bully levels/never learned there are other ways to tell someone you like them besides teasing them.
Surprised by the sudden rush of heat and the little displays of affection, leaving freckled cheeks to flush with embarrassment at how adoring AlHaitham can be on some occasions.
But he so rarely tells him to get off of him, instead allowing the other to find peace in his touch.
— unconcerned about the potential danger.
But Haitham expected nothing less. Kaveh would willingly put his head between the jaws of a tiger just to check it’s teeth, fully trusting it not to bite him.
And they didn’t. They chuffed and rubbed against Kaveh instead.
“Haitham. Haitham we’re grandparents! Oh my, I’m going to have to get my blankets and the machine — oh my, I can’t believe this is our second Ambush!”
And Haitham groans, just faintly and rolls his eyes, playing like he is bemused by the situation and inconvenienced by the new—
They treated Kaveh as if he really was their birth mother and not some human that panicked and brought them into a small city house to raise them.
He even named them, and the tigers knew their names.
And beyond that he kept them as confined as he could without it being uncomfortable for the tigers.
… and then there were the days he would come home and find four, vaguely massive, creatures curled up around Kaveh protectively while the blond lay passed out and —
— named by Cyno, as a pun, but quickly caught on.
And finally, Airilia — the largest of the tigers and a female that often trailed after Kaveh wherever he went patiently watching him.
They became something of a small family unit, and Kaveh, despite it all, had grown attached.
Most were bundled in blankets as they mewled and pawed and tried to break free from their temporary fabric confinement, while Kaveh sat with one on his lap delicately nursing one. Powdered formula is spilled and smeared in places along the ground and a kettle is precariously—
Raja — a smaller male, a bit mischievous and known for trying to knock Haitham’s coffee cup off the table.
Minus — the bigger of the males, patient but quiet and preferring his space but often caught cuddling Kaveh. Haitham’s favorite.
Clawdia — The smallest female and —
— balancing on the edge of the small coffee table.
Beyond that Kaveh looked… completely at ease with having future deadly predators swaddled like his babes acting as a surrogate mother to these little creatures. In fact Haitham would say he almost looks elated to be caring —
It was torture to watch. Torture to see the emotional turmoil that the kind heart of the brilliant sun to shutter and burn dim as tears trailed his cheeks.
But they managed, they managed and they found themselves walking home in silence. No prodding, no bickering.
— for these little creatures.
“Kaveh why is there a group of tiger cubs in our house?” It’s a valid enough question, sure Kaveh has brought home some dusk birds, a sumpter beast calf, and yes once even a fungus when that oddity of an event was going on — but never a predator.
Haitham all but loathed the day that they had to separate and say goodbye, knowing full well that the brilliant and bright sunlit blond would be despondent for weeks after this.
—
That day comes one year and sixteen days after Kaveh brought the cubs home. They had far —
— Haitham would catch Kaveh sketching Airilia in delicate strokes or adding color to a piece done of Minus.
When he had begun to tell them apart, even on parchment, was beyond him but it made little difference in hiding the fact that the tigers had impacted them both.
#haikaveh
| 🌱🏛️ | 🔞
No one expects Haitham to be the affectionate one. Celestia knows that Kaveh certainly didn't expect it himself.
But each word and action is deliberate, calculated to draw Kaveh's attention to him, oh but ignoring them garners the most wonderful reaction.
“So you’re going to be caring for an ambush for over a year.” Haitham almost groans. He doesn’t dislike cats but these are far from your usual domestic house cats. There’s no doubt that this is going to quickly become an issues.
— outgrown the small city house and seemed well adjusted enough that they should be able to release back into the wild.
Predictably Kaveh cried, barely being able to bring himself to encourage his little ambush out into the wild without warbling his voice and falling to pieces.
—
Despite the initial worries Kaveh does… a fairly good job at caring for them. He even went out of his way to make a mechanical sumpter beast that he could attach meat to that encourages the instincts of the creatures to prepare them for release.
But Haitham would be lying if he said it didn’t cause the oddest of flickers in his chest. A sense of warmth… maybe pride that a tiger that Kaveh raised, that he helped raise, had gone out and lived her life and still came back to them.
Just a silent understanding that now was not the time to press the emotional sensitivity of Kaveh lest Haitham find out the claws and fangs the blond has grown while cohabiting with tigers.
And after a long while things began to return to normal with the odd occasion where —
#haikaveh
| 🌱🏛️ | Hurricane Season | Hurt no Comfort | CW: Minor Kaveh Story Leaks
— Hurting Because I’m Hurting You Too —
Haitham picks fights. He knows it can be harmful but it does what it’s supposed to: pull Kaveh from his head.
— died out there. I couldn’t just leave them. So I asked Tighnari for help with getting a formula to feed them until I can make a machine to simulate the hunt and we can release them back. I mean it takes a year for tiger cubs to leave their mom properly, so-“
And there’s a noise that catches in Kaveh’s throat, as he wraps his arms around Airilia, cooing delicately and muttering how proud he is of her and how beautiful the cubs are — little words that blend together and likely meant little to the tiger.
Never this many.
“An ambush.” Kaveh corrects, looking up at Haitham with a grin that only dips slightly, “A group of tigers is called an ambush. To answer your question when I was out in the jungle I found the mother downed and these little guys were… look they would have —
#haikaveh
🌱🏛️ - Counting
It had been four hours, fifteen minutes, and thirty-six seconds since Kaveh had ripped out their thesis. It had been four hours, ten minutes, and fifty-seven seconds since the argument happened.
For now, AlHaitham is unworried.
— his clothing. Chuffing lightly as she presses her massive maw to his forehead and muses blond locks.
“Kaveh. Look.”
Behind her, half stumbling and soaked through are three new Rishboland cubs, stumbling into the warmth of the house and settling near their mother.
— scatter along the home.
He’s half way through a tome of entomology when there’s a scratching sound, pawing against the front door. Teal eyes lift to meet with crimson, both momentarily drawn from their work at the disturbance.
“Were you expecting someone?”
——
Rain poured, a monsoon that set to drown out half the jungle and leave it flooded and miserable for all that live in it. Perfect weather to stay in and read and silently hope their roof doesn’t allow any leaks to slip past and damage the numerous books and papers that —
Kaveh’s voice is quiet, unsure, bit unnerved that someone would brave the weather just to show up at their door.
Haitham can’t help but snort, “Consider who you just asked that. No of course I wasn’t.”
Such a statement only earns a glare and a huff, but the blond puts down—
#haikaveh
🌱🏛️ | Modern AU - Architectural Integrity
In which after a bad breakup, Kaveh decides to have a couple drinks and winds up meeting his commissioner at a bar.
Surely this won't have any lasting consequences.
— draw the tiger back and away. Leveling it on the best as his vision flashes with color and then pauses.
The Tiger, in all of her massive glory appears to be licking Kaveh’s face. Claws sheathed. Harmless.
It takes him a long moment to recognize the half drowned creature, but after a moment or two his weapon flickers out of existence as he processes just who was on top of Kaveh.
Airilia, drawn out from the storm was nuzzling up to Kaveh for warmth and effectively soaking through—
Gods tend to like to communicate in dreams so Kaveh just having an influx of dreams about this hyper romantic version of Haitham as Al-Ahmar tries to woo him in a realm where Haitham can’t ruin everything
Kaveh assuming he’s having nightmares of Haitham irrevocably changing
“And how are you going to do tha-“
He never lets him finish before lips crush together, letting wine laced lips and tongue brush against Kaveh’s own that lay half parted in surprise.
He's in trouble.
Biting at his cheek as if it could dissipate the way his heart flutters at the idea of Haitham finding out about this little perverted act of want.
He'd have to kill this before it gets too out of hand.
There’s a reason AlHaitham doesn’t get drunk in public, made clear when the architect returns home and finds hands falling on his form. Warm hands dipping beneath the curve of fabrics and lips finding their home on Kaveh’s neck. Almost growling as he kisses his way upwards.
— the book, one left to watch Kaveh lest danger manifest on the other side of the door.
It clicks open beneath the blonds hand and burst forth as a tiger lunges out of the rain to tackle Kaveh. Leaving Haitham to scramble manifesting his weapon to have it at the ready and —
#haikaveh
| 🌱🏛️
Neither Haitham or Kaveh are particularly fond of PDA. There's a separation from each other that they follow in public to prevent life from mingling into work.
Kaveh's beauty, his kindness, and his flirtation often helps him get clients and assure jobs.
Kaveh is a comfort, cold to the touch and serving as a balance to AlHaitham’s constantly raised body temperature. Soft and comfortable to lean against with no bones that stick uncomfortably against him.
And Kaveh always jumps when this happens.
#haikaveh
| 🌱🏛️ | 🔞
«Compliments»
Kaveh isn’t the best with genuine compliments when it revolves around anything but his work.
AlHaitham is sure to rectify that.
#haikaveh
| 🌱🏛️ | Hurt no Comfort
Their arguments rarely held weight anymore, it was simply how they communicated now and again. Normalcy bred into their daily lives... but this one sticks.
— his latest labor of tinkering love to draw up towards the door.
“It was probably just a tree branch caught in the wind. Yeah that’s right. Probably nothing more than that.” Slow pacing steps drawing forward as Haitham rolls his eyes and half draws his attention back to —
He never goes much beyond a bottle of wine when out with others, but on evenings where he waits for Kaveh to come home. Where he doesn’t know where the blond has disappeared to, when there has been no check in from the little lion? He indulges to drown out some of his worry.
Leaving the scribe to bite at his own want, and ultimately lose out to it as warm hands brush along spine and dip down over the curve of hips. Face pressing down into the juncture of his neck and shoulder as he breathes in the scent of spiced peaches, charcoal, and papyrus.
He almost bites, but he knows the noises Kaveh would make would drive him mad — leave him weak at the knees and unwilling to restrain himself once it starts.
“You smell like wine.” Kaveh mutters out as those lips refuse to relent from their path.
“You’re one to talk.”
Listen I’m just saying Kaveh very much seems the type to bring home little animals (especially injured ones) and help care them back to health (not without begging Tighnari for information about them to do a good job) while Haitham comes home to just a random tiger in his house
He found him as accident -- a tortured artist, no that'd be incorrect. An architect, a genius, an artist all in one, one that wafted the aura of light and love everywhere he went.
Following him off of the streets to his home, a small apartment off the busy streets of Sumeru.
AlHaitham’s voice is deepened, darker, slurred in a way that honey pours from its container — rich and slow.
“Did you drink all of the vintage? I was hoping we were saving that for when I got back from my next commission.”
“Kaveh.”
“And it’s hardly fair you got to indulge in it, that was one of my picks if I recall-“
“Kaveh.”
“/What?/“
“If you want a taste of it I can give you some.”
There’s a disbelieving scoff, an eye roll that briefly shades carmine eyes as Kaveh shifts in his arms toward him.
AlHaitham had allowed himself in, had let blunt honesty lace a tongue of silver that had carmine eyes in a daze.
He devoured him that night. His walls had been exquisitely tight, his moans breathless and lust drunk.
But that wasn't what kept bringing him back.