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Kaveh remembers the moment when the Goddess of Flowers bestowed her blessing upon him. 

It came with his vision; the moment he ate broke the bread from the fatteh he made. That night, he was blessed with two gifts from two gods. That vision that glowed a vivid green, subtly illuminating the darkness around him. And as held his newly acquired vision, a sweet voice whispered beside him,

“Take this gift, my child. May you bear fruit and drive away the emptiness that seems to fill you,”  

Kaveh felt a warm touch beneath his stomach before slowly fading away. He wasn’t sure what exactly the mysterious goddess gave him, but judging by the place she touched, he assumed he was given a ‘womb'.

Years later, Kaveh had confirmed two things. One: the one who blessed him was indeed the Goddess of Flowers (since she reigned over fertility too, no surprise) herself. And two: that blessing apparently delfied biology that he, a male, could be capable of bearing a child of his own. He didn’t question it further and certainly wasn’t interested in proving it true either. The last thing he needed was curious scholars probing his every move because of divine intervention. 

But truly, beneath it all-he was grateful. He did want children, wanted a family of his own. He’d come across happy families and his gaze would linger on as they disappeared. A woman with a growing bump was often the target of Kaveh’s envy, jealous not of the man who gave her the child but the woman who carried life herself. 

However, Kaveh didn’t want to bear just any man’s children. He’d only wanted one man, and one man alone. Too bad he had the misfortune of falling in love with the most insufferable one in Teyvat. 

Alhaitham was two years his junior. A cute young lad in their Akademiya years–now a handsome man. He had quite a temper despite being perceived as the reserved Haravatat genius. Who, despite the many disputes and differences in beliefs, tried to understand him and respected who he is and what he stands for. Alhaitham, an erudite man with a kind heart. Who took him under his home when he had nothing. Kaveh’s friend. Kaveh’s equal. Kaveh’s , in what little way he could have him. 

Alhaitham had grown up into a handsome man, with a well toned body and piercing teal and orange eyes that could render him helpless. And every night, he would fantasize about Alhaitham. Touching himself while thinking how those hands will wrap around his waist, impaling Kaveh on his cock, using him as nothing more than a cock warmer…  

Now that they were living together (just as roommates? as Kaveh tries to remind himself), it was hard to keep his feelings in check when they were in such close vicinity. And especially now things were finally settling down to the point their relationship had become..more than amicable. Friendlier. Agreeable. 

But underneath that, and as Kaveh try as he might–he knows there’s something in between this amicable relationship. It exists within the careful touches Kaveh makes when he dries Alhaitham’s hair, when the scribe brings home soup he doesn’t like because he knows Kaveh loves it; or when they say goodnight to each other, gazes that linger a little too long before retreating to their separate rooms. 

There was something alright, and he was fine labeling that as just ‘something’. If it meant being close to the man he’ll only love for the rest of his life

“I paid the last of my debt to Dori today,” Kaveh says. Alhaitham, who sat across from him, put his book down and gave him a small nod. “I assume you’ll be holding a small celebration for this occasion then?” 

“Maybe next week? We’ll have Cyno, Nari, and Collei coming over. We can have some meat stew and other dishes. And as for after..” He thinks of moving out, but he has come to terms that his home is here, with Haitham. In a cozy home in the heart of the city he loves. 

Alhaitham scans him carefully before quietly speaking, “will you be moving out?” To some his tone seemed uninterested, rude even. But Kaveh knows the hint of fear present; and by the gods does this make his heart swell with happiness even though he feels it's wrong. 

He gives a reassuring shake of a head, “if you don’t mind me imposing for a little longer..” 

He can see the slight tension leave his friend’s shoulders. But there’s still some unknown emotion in his eyes that lingers to which he can’t seem to identify. Kaveh thinks he saw Alhaitham giving a dark and calculating look before switching to a more relaxed one. “I never said I wanted you to move out. So don’t trick yourself into thinking I do.” 

“You’re the one who’s always so vague!” huffs Kaveh. “Honestly, you Haravatat scholars are an indiscernible language in itself.” 

“I will consider that a compliment.” the scribe smiles, clearly pleased with himself, “any form of a puzzle is an opportunity for you to learn.” 

Kaveh throws a small paper at Alhaitham, who expertly dodges without a second thought.  The nerve of this man… 

“Stop dodging my throws!” 

“I don’t want to be bruised by a creation the master architect has made.” 

“Bruise my ass! You’re clearly stronger than me-and stop mocking me!” 

Clearly tired of the scribe’s antics, Kaveh plops himself deeper into the divan. Intending to continue writing the draft for a lecture for his students. When out of nowhere a burning sensation appears on his abdomen, causing him to drop the pencil he was holding. “Mmh..ugh..” 

Suddenly alert, Alhaitham rises and rushes to his side. “Kaveh? Is something the matter?” 

The pain spreads, akin to a flame bursting inside his body burning everything within. The sensation both numbs and makes his body feel everything at once. Something then echoes in his mind.

Time is running out. The blessing will cease. A child! Must conceive a child! Be bred, bear fruit. Bear fruit..!

What..? Blessing will cease? What does that even-hurk..!

Groaning, he holds his stomach closer. Good gods, it hurts. 

Alhaitam, clearly worried, pleads to him as he gently holds Kaveh’s arm. “Shall we go to Birmastan?”

“N-no need,” tries Kaveh, panicked at the thought that others will know of his secret. “Just..give me some hot compress and some medicine for an upset stomach in the kitchen cabinet. It’s probably just something I ate.” He wants to be honest, tell Alhaitham about everything but somehow he can’t-he’s afraid of what he’ll think of Kaveh after. 

“Kaveh.” Alhaitham doesn’t relent, though. “Is that really all?” 

“Yeah,” he puts up a reassuring smile. “It’ll go away after some medicine and rest. I’ll be fine.” 

After one last scrutinizing look from his roommate, he scoops Kaveh up and starts walking to his room.

His face immediately heats up at the gesture. “Wh-Haitham, I-I can walk-” 

“I know.” He gently puts him on his bed before covering him up. “Get some rest, I’ll prepare the hot compress and the medicine.” And promptly left, leaving him with his thoughts. Kaveh’s body slowly started to feel heavy and before he drifted to sleep, the same sweet voice from long ago lulls him with a warning. 

My blessing is waning. Hurry, my beloved child. 

Kaveh did feel better in the morning. But the warning made his stomach twist in knots. So the blessing did have a sort of expiry date. And according to the voice that told him last night, it seemed to be growing weaker by the day. So if Kaveh wanted to carry a child, he better do it now. 

But how does he go about it? He can’t simply walk to Alhaitham and say, “Hey so I got blessed by the deceased Goddess of flowers and now I have the ability to carry a child. So, please impregnate me before it’s too late?”

Something in him delights at the thought of Alhaitham impregnating him. But he pushes the thought away, needing to focus on the issue at hand: how does he tell him? And how would he react? Would Alhaitham even want children? 

“This is driving me crazy…” mumbles Kaveh to himself. “Some fresh air should do me some good.” He quickly scribbles a note on the table before leaving.

The bustling scene of Port Ormos has an odd way of calming Kaveh down. Perhaps the reason for it was because he holds nothing but precious memories here, teaching children how to draw, the beautiful products from other nations that he can admire, and the bridge he built-standing tall, a symbol of connection and success. 

As an architect, his legacy was the building he made. The professors at his Darshan often emphasized the importance of legacy. How it was like continuing a building full of knowledge for generations to come, and the work you’ll do serves as a reminder and as an inspiration. Kaveh gets that, and has been chasing to make his own legacy. As an architect, the Palace of Alcazarzaray was his magnum opus. Truly, a legacy that will carry on his name till who knows when.

But what about him as a person? Not as Kaveh, the light of Kshahrewar. But as Kaveh. Simple, old Kaveh. 

When his mother’s old professor Zaha Hadi mentioned her, she talked about how Kaveh was a perfect mix of his parents. How he had his father’s passion for ideals and Faranak’s love for architecture and inherited her beauty. It made him think that from the moment he was born, he was a legacy of his parents. And he wanted the same thing. 

A child he’ll raise with love. A child he’ll adore and guide as they walk their own path in life. 

When he comes home, Alhaitham is already there, book in hand-in his preferred inside clothes. Because for a long as Kaveh has known him, he’s always been like that. He’s scared to ruin it. The routine they’ve set up. A routine in which he carefully and deliberately takes off his sandals and leaves them right beside Alhaitham’s boots. Then he puts on his slippers, hangs his coat, and shuffles to his spot right beside Alhaitham. 

“I’m home,” says Kaveh. 

“Welcome home.” Like clockwork, the younger man places his head on top of Kaveh’s while he perfectly slots between the man’s arms. Content. It was these specific instances that Kaveh wants to ask, what are we? Why are you cradling me in your arms like I’m the love of your life? Do you like it as much as I do? Do you want to do this forever?

Kaveh’s becoming drowsy, but tries to fight it as needs to try and go somewhere with this Goddess of Flowers thing. There’s a board with strings and topics all interloping with each other, all of them have something to say, none are a good topic to start with. 

“Let’s say something big happens that will change your life,” So he begins with simple, vague, and hypothetical. And that seems to be the right choice as he feels the scribe’s intrigue pipe. “You can’t go back to the way you were before. There are things you need to do to accommodate this new lifestyle. And that means sacrificing the things you might’ve liked to do before.” 

Alhaitham stays silent for a moment, and Kaveh lifts his head up to look at him. He finds himself surprised at the way the man is looking at him. He looks fond, amused, like he’s done this before. He laughs in a way that only Kaveh knows, a small drawn-out sigh accompanied by the tiniest lifts of the corner of his mouth. 

The only answer he gave was just that. 

In the following morning, Kaveh gives a name to the blessing the Goddess gave him. Babyfever. The worst kind. Symptoms include: fantasizing about having his own baby, always passing by a toy stall, “researching” baby items, and oh–staring at your roommate too long in hopes he catches the horniness and impregnates you. 

His mind argues it’s definitely selfish to force a man to have a new lifestyle just because you want to. His womb (and heart!) on the other hand, pulls out the look Alhaitham gave him the other night and it ends with a truce. The battle is long and consistent today–thankfully he’s working from home today because he can’t focus. At all. He can’t work because he’s horny. And he’s horny because he doesn’t have a baby in him. Where is Alhaitham. 

Be bred. The voice echoes once conveniently again. 

But Haitham..no I won’t force him- Gravity seems to overpower him as he kneels to the ground. Then burning sensation intensifies. An amalgamation of things transpires. It blooms. It burns. It screams. 

He uses that same burning sensation as a pseudo heater for him to drift off of. As always, he dreams of a tiny set of hands reaching out for him, cooing words of no importance. 

Usually. Kaveh’s the one bringing in random–albeit beautiful–furniture in their home. Under his watchful eye, some particular objects were popping up everytime he came home. It doesn’t take a genius to deduce his beloved roommate has been bringing trinkets like a bird scouting materials for their nest. 

Why, though? 

A follow-up question would be of course, what the actual hell is Alhaitham bringing home? 

Things like board games, puzzles, wooden figurines. 

He’s not complaining about what Alhaitham comes back with because, as he admits with great reluctance–its not ugly . He asks again and again but try as he might, all Kaveh gets is a–”Blame it on my financial freedom” or “It’s my home too” and if he pries anymore he’ll commit homicide. 

Today, it was a clay doll and several books below both their reading level. He recalls one book titled “The Aranara and The Lonely Forest”. Kaveh immediately thinks it's for a kid–so were the toys possibly for?– no, he shakes his head. He brushes the thought off just as fast. There’s no way Alhaitham knows. He wasn’t obvious, wasn’t he? It’s probably Alhaitham wanting to read every book in sight. A scholar’s curiosity is all. 

“We’re gonna need more shelves if you’re gonna keep this up,” scolds Kaveh. “Look at this! Thirteen figurines- thirteen .” He pulls out a wooden doll and a clay doll. “Seven wooden figurines and six clay dolls.” 

Alhaitham scans the figures occupying the table near the foyer. “Eleven, twelve, thirteen..huh,” he counts. “I’ll have to buy one more clay doll so it’ll be even.” 

“That is not the point.” Kaveh deadpans. 

“Isn’t that your whole deal? By adding one more, then it'll be harmonious.” 

“It’s official, you’re addicted.” He throws his hands up dramatically. 

Kaveh gives a haughty huff as he glares at the man in front of him. Crossing his arms and asking the non-verbal question: are you ever going to tell me why you’re doing this?

Alhaitham stares back before narrowing his eyes. Kaveh is reminded of an eagle scouring his prey. Watching his every move, patiently yet daring him to do something. Tell him something. 

“A scholar never stops in their endeavors to expand–” Alhaitham pauses before emphasizing. “--their knowledge.” 

Kaveh hung on the word expand . Thanks, baby fever blessing. Not his fault, though. Why did he pause at that word before continuing? The warmth in his face wasn’t waning at all and he’s trying not to squirm so much. Not to pounce on this man. 

But maybe this was an opportunity. If he went with Alhaitham to buy that damn figurine, maybe he could indirectly reference something about his blessing. Then maybe that can smoothly flow into a conversation which can maybe possibly hopefully lead to the babymaking. 

A child. Yes, a child! Rejoices the voice. 

“Well, what kind of roommate would I be if I didn’t accompany you?” Kaveh nonchalantly says.

Alhaitham nods, “I’ll pick you up after work then.” 

They go to Treasures street. Kaveh insisted as he heard from Nilou new imports have come in, and so they mustn't miss the chance to snag quality products from nations all over Teyvat. While Alhaitham is occupied with his quest to find the perfect clay doll, Kaveh’s on the prowl for that perfect conversation starter. The most obvious hint, only for Alhaitham. 

A children’s book? Some toys? Maybe some fun board games or–

Wait a minute. 

Flashes of images run through his mind at the speed of light. The puzzles, when he took a closer look, were meant for children ages three above. The elementary books. The fucking dolls.

The bastard knows. 

He’s tempted to strangle him, really. When did he know? How? But that doesn’t matter now. He knows what to get to know. If Alhaitham knows all this time, then Kaveh will just confirm it for him tonight. 

Alhaitham bought a miniature aranara that was sitting on top of a moon. Kaveh bought a special item hidden in a bag. 

They cook dinner together. Kaveh notes how they’re seeking any opportunity to brush against each other. A hand on the back here, a small tug of an arm there, sometimes Alhaitham grabs his waist. “I need to reach for the cardamom,” he says, hands still on his waist. 

Kaveh takes a deep breath. It’s okay. Just be patient. When Alhaitham isn’t looking, he puts his gift to use, pouring it into Alhaitham’s portion of the soup. 

When they finally sit down and eat, Kaveh takes one final look at the figurines. Then to the man in front of him heartily eating the soup. “So..how much do you know?”

“Enough to know you put something in this soup.” 

“Yet you’re eating it.” 

“I know it’s for whatever you’re planning,” Alhaitham breezes, “I do have a hunch. But please, explain.” 

This is it. No turning back now. “On the day I got my vision, the Goddess of Flowers gave me a blessing too,” Kaveh nervously tucks his hair. “The blessing is an answer to my desires.” 

Alhaitham visibly relaxes. The tension slipping off his shoulders as he gives a small sigh, “So it’s safe to assume you’re not cursed?” You’re not dying ? Was left unsaid. 

Kaveh nods. “I’m not.” 

“Then senior, may I ask what exactly did this blessing answer?” 

In a mere second, Kaveh could hear everything. The furious beating of his heart, the rhythmic tics of the clock, all the minute things due to the nervousness he feels. Nonetheless, he faces Alhaitham head on. In those clear, teal, eyes–Kaveh speaks the truth. “A womb.” 

Those eyes staring at him visibly darken, “A womb.” he parrots. 

“I want children.” declares Kaveh. “And try as I might to deny it, it’s only you I want to have them with.” 

A few minutes pass, neither of them speaking. But before Kaveh could decide to get a word out, the younger man gets up and walks away. He tries to follow instinctively, but Alhaitham gently sits him back down. “Wait here.” 

He comes back with several books, all with noticeable bookmarks and notes attached on every other page. Alhaitham nudges him to read them. So Kaveh does. 

It was information on all types of curses. Cures, methods, ancient practices and technology pertaining to the body and all the like. One book caught his eye, one that looked like it was more read than the others. The Mythology of the Goddess of Flowers: A Study on Fertility and Family. 

Oh.

“This is..”

“That one I got just after you moved in.” He adds. 

When Kaveh properly-and properly- looks at him, there-that look. As if he’s seen Kaveh himself hung the moon and the stars. He looks at him as if he was the answer to all his prayers. 

So Kaveh kisses him. Alhaitham reciprocates, finding his hands roaming over his body, mapping out all of his curves, as if memorizing them. Kaveh does the same, as his own hands find their way to the scribe’s solid shoulders and pull him closer.

They kiss for a few more minutes before Kaveh pulls away. Alhaitham chases and gets a quick peck anyway. 

“So if you had this book long before you suspected I had the blessing,” Kaveh plays with a piece of his grey hair, still breathless from the kiss. “Then why do you have it?” 

He feels Alhaitham take his hand in benevolence, leaving light pecks from his palm to his wrist and then ending with him cradling it against his face. “When we parted, a part of me died. I couldn’t handle being apart so I kept tabs on you. Just to make sure you were still here in Sumeru- with me .” 

He cups Alhaitham’s face with the same tenderness, silently asking him to continue. “Ironically, we met at Lambad’s when I took my eyes off you just for a second. Then you moved in. And everything felt right. I was at peace, though our relationship was still rocky at that time.” 

“But I never hated you, Kaveh. Not even once. Our difference in philosophies will not hinder the adoration I hold for you.” Alhaitham then titled his chin up, and Kaveh saw a gaze that can only be described as possessive. 

“I wanted you here with me far longer than forever, senior. I knew your pride and your misconceptions about me and my actions would eventually result in you leaving once again, so I decided to find a way to bind you to me.”

The way he says it oozes passionate desperation. Kaveh shouldn’t find this hot, but oh gods he does. Never did a man look so sublime wearing the emotion of contrition. He wants this man so bad.

“There were many cases of people wishing and praying to Nabu Malikata for a chance of conception. Males included. And they were often vision holders when they received the blessing. And Kaveh, if you felt you were happier without me I would’ve let you go in a heartbeat. But the thought of–” Alhaitham pauses, clearly distressed. 

“It’s okay, Haitham. Go on.” urges Kaveh. 

Alhaitham slumps against him in relief before continuing, “The thought of you leaving again was too much for me to bear. And I thought if I could find a way to make you stay by bearing a child, my child -then you’d have no chance of leaving. And I could love you both forever. There were runes rumored to still hold the goddess’ blessing. But I needed to see if you wanted a family in the first place.”  

Feelings of endearment rushed through Kaveh’s whole body as he locked his junior in his arms. So all this time they’ve been trying for a baby–in their own way. “Well now, I saved your time searching for runes, didn’t I?”

“That you did.” Confirms Alhaitham. 

“The thing I put in your soup is a special potion made out of legumes and walnuts. You know, for enhancements.” 

“Enhancements,” Repeats Alhaitham, rather pleased. “And what about you?” 

“I’m guessing with the blessing has been acting up, I’m guaranteed to conceive tonight.” 

“Perfect.” 

They kissed once again as Alhaitham lifted him with ease, leading them into his bedroom. With the tension finally snapping, both of them were unwilling to let go of each other even for a second. Although Kaveh couldn’t focus as the flaming touch of the other burnt his body. He barely notices that Alhaitham had already managed to tear off his clothes. 

“‘S not fair..” he mumbles. He tugs on the scribe’s–still worn–clothing, pleading. 

“Patience senior,” Alhaitham chides back, but hastily removes them anyway and tosses them to the floor. He climbs over Kaveh, his gaze shamelessly armed with lust as he glides his fingers over the soft curves of his body. “To think,” Kaveh barely restraints his whimpers as those hands settle firmly on his hips. Alhaitham keeps him in place, somehow pleased. “--that after this, your body will grow to be even more exquisite.” 

“Less talking, more–ahmmph..!” 

His complaint was lost as he was silenced by another deep kiss. Tongues delving deeper into one another. Breaking away from the kiss, Alhaitham slowly made his way down from his torso then stopped at his pelvis. Without hesitation, he wrapped his mouth around Kaveh’s member. 

He gasps, unable to contain his pleasure. “H-Haitha-”

“Let it out, senior.” Alhaitham coaxed more out of him by pushing his mouth deeper into  Kaveh’s cock. And he didn’t know how much he could take a this point-and they weren’t even in the main event yet. He moans again once the man circled his fingers around his hole. 

“Are you sure you haven’t done this before?” Kaveh comments, panting. 

“Books.” simply replies Alhaitham. 

Kaveh thinks that's utterly ridiculous, but then again, Alhaitham isn’t known to lie just because. But what does that matter now? He’s caught in a wonderful trance. Soft touches caresses his body while his hot mouth envelops his being. It wasn’t long until Kaveh felt himself on the edge. “C-close..” 

Alhaitham’s pace never faltered, intent on bringing him to his climax. His abdomen tightens deliciously before letting out a scream filled with nothing but pleasure. When Kaveh looks down, he sees the scribe with a satisfied smile, drops of semen dripping out from his mouth. 

“Please Haitham, I want you inside now,” Kaveh pleads. 

“I’ll get the lube, hold on,” It takes a second before Alhaitham pulls out a bottle from his desk drawer. He pours a generous amount on his fingers, almost spilling in onto the sheets. 

“I’m plenty wet…” 

“...Never hurts to be cautious.” 

Kaveh finds out why when Alhaitham takes off his pants. It was huge, threateningly so. 

“Go on then,” 

He thinks he hears a chuckle, but he doesn’t have the time to dwell on that. His lover starts inserting his finger into Kaveh’s hole, taking his time in doing so. Eventually he got to two, then three. And Kaveh could feel the fingers stretching him out, becoming even more pleasurable by the second. He moans and grinds against them, wanting more. “H-Haitham-ah..!”

“I think you’re prepared enough, or maybe I need to prep you more…” Alhaitham deadpans, which is his equivalent to teasing. 

Kaveh huffs, “Y-you’re not doing too well yourself,” he moves his foot to lightly caress the still hard cock. Alhaitham grunts in response, loving the attention given. “Come now, Alhaitham,” gently, he guides the young man closer to him, trying to slot their bodies in place. 

He sweetly whispers, “Let me have your children…” 

That seem to set Alhaitham off as he immediately thrusted into him without any second to waste. The way he filled Kaveh so deliciously; his girth and size, the warmth he provides-Kaveh knew from this moment forward he was ruined for anyone else. 

Alhaitham continued with his relentless pace, determined to get him pregnant by tonight. His whispers only promised him that he will breed him at this moment, that he won’t let Kaveh leave the room until he was dripping with his seed, certain that he had fucked a child into his womb. 

Kaveh climaxed right then and there, with Alhaitham following soon after. However, a single round wasn’t enough-them and their bodies knew about that. 

Everything had been a blur after that. Kaveh, who was drowning in nothing but pleasure, knew that Alhaitham had taken him in every part of their home. A few rounds in their bedroom, another in the living room, maybe once in the bathroom and kitchen, before heading back into the bedroom once again. 

When he woke up, he felt sore all over. Last night’s evidence still dripping out his hole. Beside him (the culprit), slept soundly. Although he didn’t escape unscatched, as red and angry scratch marks littered his back. Kaveh counts that as a victory. He snuggles closer to him, with Alhaitham instinctively wrapping an arm around him. 

Before sleep would take him once more, he hears the blessing. 

May you love this blessing given to you, and may many more come. 

After a month (with a few more tries in between), Kaveh holds the positive pregnancy stick in awe, myriads of emotions bubbling up inside of him. Joy. Relief. Fear. Anxiety. Excitement. 

Alhaitham wasn’t any better. He practically crushed Kaveh in his arms and didn’t let go for a long while. “Nahida..” he mumbles, “just a few more minutes, then we’ll go to Nahida to discuss our route from here. We can call Cyno and Tighnari, too. Collie as well.” 

“They’ll be surprised,” says Kaveh. Which would be a massive understatement. 

“Yeah,” agrees Alhaitham. “But that wouldn’t be the weirdest thing we’ve done. We’re just starting a family.” 

“Our family,” Kaveh adds, still reeling from the happiness. 

“Our family.” confirms Alhaitham.