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    Exhaling a heavy sigh, Alhaitham glanced down at the pile of laundry and began feeding the clothing into the washer one by one.

    A small pair of sleep shorts. One of Kaveh’s usual flowy shirts. Warm socks. Gloves. A sinfully small pair of red lacy panties -

    “Dammit.” Alhaitham threw them into the washer as if the delicate strings were cut from flame rather than cotton, clearing his throat unnecessarily loudly in the empty room.

    His fingers flexed in front of him as he thunked his wrists down against the edge of the hamper, skin tingling from the phantom sensation of worn lace brushing against his knuckles. After taking a deliberately calming breath, he reached down once more, abandoning his careful pace in favour of grabbing fistfuls at once - hoping the sheer speed would spare him from getting inappropriately caught up in Kaveh’s delicates again.

    It did not.

    Or; Alhaitham does Kaveh’s laundry once he moves in, then proceeds to lose his mind.

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    30 Jan 2026

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    He really is beautiful.

    Here lies Kaveh’s magnum opus, on the table he was created upon. Kaveh smooths a hand down his well-defined cheekbones. Long eyelashes, bold eyebrows, and a handsome nose, he truly is a sight to behold. The corners of Kaveh’s lips quirk up. He always considered himself something of an artist.

    It takes some time to finally tear his eyes away from his creation and back to his tablet, where he was working on the final touches for his personality. He would be rational in all the ways Kaveh had been scorned for lacking. He would balance him out, challenge Kaveh, bring him to heights Kaveh would have never even known existed alone.

    He would be beautiful, and he would be perfect.

     

    Kaveh constructs an android. An exploration of companionship.

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    23 Sep 2025

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    “Don’t stop,” Kaveh groans, trying to fuck himself down on Al-Haitham’s cock. “Just… Call me a slut, okay? I’m a slut, your little sl–”

    “You’re not a slut, Kaveh,” Al-Haitham deadpans. He’s very fucking confused.

    “I’m not a slut, I’m your slut.”

    Al-Haitham blinks again, holding Kaveh still by his hips. “That doesn’t even make sense.”

    Kaveh has a request, but Al-Haitham gets... hung up on the semantics.

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    15 Jun 2025

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    “So let me, then.” Wriothesley leaned forward, resting his chin on Neuvillette’s shoulder. “Let me take care of you.”

    “I am the Chief Justice of the Courts of Fontaine,” Neuvillette protested. “I do not require anyone’s care. I am the Iudex, I am–”

    “–full of shit,” Wriothesley cut him off as casually as if commenting on the weather. Neuvillette spluttered, the blush on his cheeks darkening even further.

    “Excuse me?!”

    “You’re excused,” the Duke answered smoothly.

    Or, an alternate ending to the 4.1 Archon Quest. Neuvillette is battered and exhausted from forcing back the Primordial Sea, and just wants to get back to his office so he can regain his strength without anyone worrying.

    Spoiler alert: Wriothesley worries.

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    15 Jun 2025

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    "Wow," Kaveh said, as a senior walked by. "Look at that... there's just something about people with long hair."

    Alhaitham studied the senior in question. She had hair down to her hips, and was currently laughing with some friends as she pulled it back casually into a ponytail.

    Alhaitham then studied Kaveh. Kaveh looked entranced: jaw a little slack; coral eyes wide.

    "You... really like long hair?"

    Kaveh startled, blinked. "Yeah, I suppose I do," he said.

    Alhaitham studied the flush of Kaveh's cheeks, his unrelenting gaze. "I see," he said.

    Alhaitham grows his hair out. He has been growing his hair out since they were students. It falls to his hips in a river of silver and green. Kaveh looks, and looks, and looks.

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    15 Jun 2025