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"He doesn’t believe it’s because he dislikes Varka. No, the fact that Lohen has allowed Varka to come this close to him without being sent away indicates quite the opposite. If Lohen didn’t like Varka, he would’ve told the other man to stop long ago. Instead, Varka supposes that…
Lohen doesn’t exactly know what to do with love."
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Varka reflects on his relationship with Lohen and Lohen's relationship with love. He takes care of him while he has a fever.
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17 Jun 2026
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Kaveh jolted awake with an immediate, jarring sense that the world was somehow incorrect - the way a loud alarm jerks someone into consciousness before they’re ready to rejoin the waking world. As his eyes flew open, he took in the familiar ceiling of his and Alhaitham’s home... but that only made his unease worsen.
Blinking rapidly, he pushed himself upright with a clumsy lurch, oddly disconnected from his own body - as though his limbs had forgotten their obedience to the structure of his mind. But as he rolled his shoulders, expecting the familiar discomfort and stiff cracks he’d long since accepted as an inevitable consequence of waking up every morning, all he felt was warm, smooth muscle moving fluidly beneath his skin.
A lot of muscle.
... Too much muscle.
Why was there so much muscle?!
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05 Jun 2026
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Alarm overtook Kaveh’s expression as he looked back and forth between Alhaitham and the matra, dropping his sketchpad and leaping to his feet. “Why is there a guard here? Did you get hurt?”
“Some idiot decided poisoning me to obtain state secrets would be an optimal use of a Tuesday morning,” Alhaitham replied with a deep sigh.
Kaveh’s hands hovered uselessly in the air for a few moments as he stared at Alhaitham. “I’m sorry, what?”
Leaning back against the wall, Alhaitham let out a weary exhale. “Truth serum,” he said tiredly, raking his fingers through his hair then dropping his hand down to rub his throat. “I can’t lie.”
Kaveh’s eyes widened. “Oh my gods. Are you - are you okay?” Hurrying forward, Kaveh - with his blessedly fully covered legs - guided Alhaitham onto the divan, hands steady despite the panic in his voice.
“I don’t know. I’m just glad you’re wearing pants,” was all Alhaitham managed to answer.
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04 Jun 2026
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A Treatise on Spatial Intimacy Theory (or, How to Stand Too Close to Your Co-Lecturer and Cause a Cultural Incident) by the_untamed_poet25 for enbytobio
Fandoms: 原神 | Genshin Impact (Video Game)
04 Jan 2026
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Alhaitham, without breaking eye contact with the offensive document, hums.
“They want us to teach a seminar together.”
There’s a long pause.
Kaveh peeks out from under his arm.
“Together?”
“Yes.”
A beat.
“Us?”
“Yes.”
Another.
“In the same room?”
Alhaitham lowers the paper. “Apparently the Akademiya has developed a theory—tragically untested until now—that our ‘differing pedagogical approaches’ might foster ‘cross-disciplinary innovation and engagement.’”
Or, how two intellectual disasters taught a seminar, destroyed a syllabus, kissed, and accidentally created a fandom.
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- Part 30 of Kavetham / Haikaveh Oneshots & Twoshots
- Part 23 of A Treatise on Intellectual Dumbasses and Their Incomprehensible Love
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13 May 2026
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A Treatise on the Weaponization of Facial Symmetry (or, How to Lose an Argument to a Smile and Call It Research) by the_untamed_poet25
Fandoms: 原神 | Genshin Impact (Video Game)
06 Apr 2026
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And that was when Kaveh snapped. He launched himself to his feet, seething with an emotion he was definitely not ready to name.
“You think you’re so clever, don’t you?” he hissed. “Just because you speak twelve dialects and own an espresso machine and have cheekbones sharp enough to cut through my boundaries, you think you’ve won. You think you can just smile—dimples and all—and I’ll fall apart like an emotionally unstable origami project?”
Alhaitham didn’t answer.
He smirked. Softly and lazily, like a man lounging on the ruins of Kaveh’s dignity.
Both dimples.
Both.
Kaveh gasped like a Victorian heroine seeing ankle.
“No,” he whispered. “Put them away.”
“I’m not doing anything.”
“That’s what makes it worse!”
Or, Alhaitham has dimples and Kaveh is, against all reason and dignity, doomed.
Series
- Part 33 of Kavetham / Haikaveh Oneshots & Twoshots
- Part 25 of A Treatise on Intellectual Dumbasses and Their Incomprehensible Love
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12 May 2026