#viv.fic

He is tempted, for a moment, to turn towards Her and glare. He doesn't, only sighs and lets himself play with Charles' hair. Does he let Max hold him like this? Does they hold each other closer?

There are three of them who want Charles in ways different from the rest. He wants him, Max wants him, She wants him, and maybe Charles has just enough space in his heart for two. Maybe he doubts the way Charles still holds onto him, still blocks him from Her eyes.

Maybe Carlos feels just that little bit possessive enough to think he can share.

How Al-Haitham got to working with glass and mirrors and lightning-like bolts of dendro.

(Contains leaks from 3.4 beta. Story can be read as either part of the series or standalone)

Kaveh arrives in Al-Haitham's office to find him overworked and drained. He decides to take care of that.

“You were born a goddess–err a god. And I’ve been meaning to tell you that you need to be cautious with your newly-awakened power.” You blink again. And again. And again. “...I’m dreaming, aren’t I?”

Al-Haitham dreams and copes surprisingly well with the fact that he isn't just a guy (for now)

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Al-Haitham is familiar with the feeling of broken glass on his skin. Al-Haitham is familiar with the feeling of dirt blocking his sight. Al-Haitham is familiar with the feeling of loss, of missing something, of grief. Al-Haitham is familiar with the draining spiral of fatigue and the abyss of loneliness. Al-Haitham is familiar with the feeling of glass on his skin.

New Kavetham fic who dis