Kaveh Week 2026

Kaveh OUR* beloved.

"Patience, dear senior," Alhaitham muttered and placed a kiss just below Kaveh's ear, his lips warm and tender against Kaveh's pulse point.

"Haitham, no, don't start—" Kaveh complained breathlessly. "Let's just go to bed."

Alhaitham's lips peppered kisses along the line of Kaveh's jaw methodically. He was ignoring him.

Kaveh closed his eyes and leaned his head back against the wall in surrender. Fuck, he was not getting out of this in one piece. The gentle ministrations along his skin sent sparks straight into his head and he couldn't stop the small whimpers escaping his swollen lips.

Alhaitham grazed his teeth against Kaveh's throat once, twice, and then with sudden fervour bit into the skin. Kaveh's exclamation rang false in the empty house, as well as his protests.

"Haitham, ouch, ouch, stop mauling me like some beast—"

No wind touched the sea's steady surface. It looked more like glass than water; an infinite pane stretching far into the horizon. Ships seemed stuck in it, dipped in before it had set and now held in place like flies on a glue trap. Their sails hung limply with resignation, waiting for the slightest breeze as the crew members hid beyond deck from the unforgiving rays of the sun. The air was too still, carrying a shadow of death in its silence.

Kaveh didn't hide from the heat. With stubborness better suited to a more worthy cause he stood his ground when the wind died down and the captain shook his head in surrender. It will pick back up by sundown, he said before retiring belowdeck. Kaveh's hands gripped the railing harder at the memory of his nonchalant attitude. Were there no Anemo Vision holders on deck? Couldn't they simply push them towards their destination?