ember | kittykatara 🌱🏛️

Perpetually reaching

#Haikaveh

It's so perfect!! 😭 I actually have a fic w a very similar premise of Kaveh wearing Alhaitham's robes for the first time & getting gender euphoria (unposted tho, i don't trust the dregs of the internet w my most genderful writing). but I absolutely love this, the last panel made me cry truly 🥹 /pos

SOBBING 😭🥹

(there are more panels click the og post)

"It’s a rite of passage to take your favorite little guy (gender neutral) and project yourself onto them; your fears, your hopes, your trauma, your life. The gender you wish you had."

I LOVE THIS SO MUCH! Your writing is so pretty <3

Haikaveh royalty AU updated with Chapter 5: Kingdom Come 👑

Prepare urselves for the sub alhaitham tag to manifest 🫡

SO CUTE AAAAAA i cant wait for more!

“I love you too, sweetheart. Both of you.” Alhaitham brushed his fingertips over Kaveh’s stomach, humming softly when the baby responded with a faint kick. “Just rest. Baba’s right here.”
(31/31)

Kaveh laughed and reached for Alhaitham’s wrist, guiding him back behind him on the divan and reclining against his chest once more.

“Thank you, Haitham,” he murmured after a moment, eyes fluttering shut as he relaxed into him. “Love you.”
(30/31)

“A little? In your words, I was the most insufferable scholar in Akademiya history,” Alhaitham replied, leaning in to grace Kaveh with a slow, loving kiss. “And if the baby takes after your stubborn ass, we’d better prepare ourselves for one hell of a battle of wits.”
(29/31)

“With your genes, I’m sure they’ll be at least a little disrespectful if they’re anywhere near as smart as you seem to think they’ll be,” Kaveh said with a nostalgic gleam in his eye. “Do you remember how unbearable you were when we were students?”
(28/31)

But Kaveh had never experienced that kind of unconditional love. Regardless, even though he hadn’t gotten it from his parents throughout his childhood as he deserved to, Alhaitham was more than happy to provide it now.
(27/31)

Though true, it was a scenario he could never picture - after all, their child was a mixture of the two brightest minds in Sumeru. In Alhaitham’s not-so-humble opinion, there was no combination of DNA more perfect than what was currently arranging itself inside Kaveh’s body.
(26/31)

“I would love them even if they turn out to be the most idiotic, irresponsible, clumsy, messy, rebellious little bastard that has ever lived,” Alhaitham confirmed as Kaveh smiled up at him.
(25/31)

Alhaitham kissed his forehead and lowered his voice, then murmured, “You will help me raise our genius super-baby into the most incredible human Teyvat has ever known.”

Kaveh let out a shaky laugh. “You know you still have to love them even if they’re a dumbass, right?”
(24/31)

“There are plenty of children in the world,” Alhaitham said quietly, tucking a strand of Kaveh’s hair behind his ear. “But I can’t wait to raise one who carries part of you within them, Kaveh. You make everyone around you feel seen, make them feel valued. And...”
(23/31)

𝑇𝑜 𝑏𝑒 𝑟𝑎𝑖𝑠𝑒𝑑 𝑏𝑦 𝑝𝑟𝑎𝑔𝑚𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑠𝑚 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑖𝑑𝑒𝑎𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑚 𝑎𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑖𝑠 𝑎 𝑟𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑔𝑖𝑓𝑡. 𝘕𝘶𝘳𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘵𝘸𝘰 𝘥𝘦𝘷𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘴, 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘥’𝘴 𝘧𝘶𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘰𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘺, 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸𝘭𝘦𝘥𝘨𝘦, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘶𝘯𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦.

Tears gathered in Kaveh’s eyes instantaneously.
(22/31)

Kaveh eyed him suspiciously for a moment before untying the ribbon. Inside was a framed sonogram engraved with a message:
(21/31)

Dropping one last kiss to his cheek, Alhaitham guided Kaveh to rest against the pillows and rose to his feet. He rifled through his work bag before returning with a wrapped package from Nahida, then handed it to Kaveh.
(20/31)

“Sweetheart,” Alhaitham began, pressing a kiss to the scent gland on his neck. “I’m not just saying this because we’re married. I truly cannot imagine anyone better suited to fatherhood than you. I was going to wait to show this to you, but...”
(19/31)

Still, given how chaotic Kaveh’s upbringing had been, it made sense that he harboured some lingering fears of inadequacy - not that Alhaitham planned to leave them unchecked.
(18/31)

Though the thought was utterly absurd, Alhaitham knew better than to dismiss it. No matter how much Kaveh fretted, Alhaitham knew exactly what kind of a parent he’d make - a doting one, to say the least, far more likely to end up being too affectionate than not enough.
(17/31)

“Scared of what?” Alhaitham asked softly.

“What if... the baby hates me? Or what if I can’t...” He trailed off, voice wavering, one hand raised to keep Alhaitham from interrupting. “What if I’m not a good dad?” he eventually whispered, voice heartbreakingly small.
(16/31)

For all the assurances Kaveh had offered throughout his pregnancy - that everything was great and he was perfectly capable of carrying their baby while still working and being a functioning adult - these moments of raw, vulnerable fear were surfacing more often the closer his due date drew.
(15/31)

“What is it? Is something wrong with the baby?” he asked immediately, but Kaveh shook his head.

“The baby’s fine. Just... I’m scared, Haitham.”

Alhaitham closed the book at once and set it aside.
(14/31)

As he began reading aloud about basic linguistics, Kaveh settled against his chest.

A few chapters later, though, Alhaitham realized Kaveh’s eyes were still open, gaze turned upward toward him and expression tightened with something far deeper than simple restlessness.
(13/31)

Kaveh nodded sleepily. With one arm wrapped around him, Alhaitham plucked a book from the small stack he’d amassed. “Let's see...” Alhaitham murmured, flipping open to where they’d left off last time.
(12/31)

Some nights, they’d discuss the contents between each chapter, weighing ideas for the baby’s academic upbringing. Other nights, his voice would simply lull Kaveh to sleep, their hands entwined over the warm curve of his baby bump.
(11/31)

The habit had initially stemmed from practicality - a way to familiarize the baby with Alhaitham’s voice and instill a love of learning. But over time, it had become something of a bonding experience for him and Kaveh, too.
(10/31)

“Just relax,” Alhaitham murmured, brushing tender kisses along Kaveh’s shoulder and smiling when he melted backward against him. “Want me to read something to you two?”
(9/31)

Ever since he’d learned just how easily both Kaveh and the baby responded to that sort of soothing contact, it had become a nightly ritual to abate some of the stress of Kaveh’s pregnancy.
(8/31)