UponAStar

Work in progress!

Wanted to share some wips I plan to work on! I did have an Albedo wip as well but I wasn't happy with it so I'll be redoing it 😅 I’ll also be doing our anemo boys from the suggestions! I miss drawing them a bunch! Kazuha is on my top list for anemo boys I must draw💕

Kaveh’s Fine Cake

Just a lil study I did of our gorgeous Kaveh from the demo🤭 will you be wishing for him?

Ps. TimeLapse attached below!

CynoNari Episode 14 (complete!)

💜💚 yep, I'm still thinking two more pages. It's sad to see this on the road to completion, but I can't wait to start on new projects! I hope you're all as excited as I am☺️

CynoNari Episode 14 (lineart)

This Episode drained me! Ahaha. Those poses were definitely outside of my comfort zone, but I think I did an overall decent job with the perspective and anatomy 😮‍💨 now that the line art is out of the way I should be able to finish coloring this episode tomorrow or the day after

(second image is just without text and sfx. Also, if at any point you find the panels hard to follow please let me know🙏! I try my best to make it as easy as possible, but I'm still learning hehe💕)

Aether’s Return (VERY Rough sketch)

Combining two ideas from the recs! Xiao blushing, and Aether returning from the Devine tree realm. Will be adding two more pages to it🥹💕 they’re so cute!! Also, don’t forget to vote on the comments/or leave a comment on what you’d like to see (in the previous post)! I’m still working on the CynoNari comic and HaiKaveh novel, but I wanted to get some wips out of the way to get a head start on future works!

I’m taking sketch recommendations!

Hello my dearies! I plan to do some fun sketches both sfw(all patreons) and nsfw($5 only), and I wanted to see your suggestions! I could do a poll but I don’t want to limit your options. So please comment below what you’d like me to do sketches of! And based on the amount of likes you get on the comment I’ll start to working on them! Or if I just really like the idea hehe💕🫶🏼 there’s no limits! You can be specific as well👀 (keep in mind, I might not be able to go through all, but I will try my best!)

“Tighnari is mine”

In light of Cyno (VA) proposing to Tighnari, here’s a little something I did with Cyno claiming Nari as his🥹💜💚

CynoNari Part 14 (WIP)

Let’s goooo!! Nari finally gets a feel of his mate.
I know I said we’d probably end it at 15, but Cyno’s VA PROPOSAL to Tighnari got me fired up!! Omg💚💜 anyways, we’ll be expecting either parts 16 or 17 depending on their progression😏 

CynoNari part 13!

Nari’s been thinking about Cyno’s dick for quite some time. Even though he can't stand general Mahamatra’s jokes🤣💜💚

HaiKaveh kiss

Just a little something I made for some hungry HaiKaveh fans (me, I'm fans)

CynoNari Episode 13 (wip)

Give it to him Cyno! You know u want to🫣

HaiKaveh (chapter 1 revised)

(I hope you will enjoy my attempt at fixing chapter 1☺️ I have learned so much with your help and feedback. I can only hope to continue improving)

HaiKaveh

Kaveh is sound asleep after pulling an all-nighter to work on a custom project. He encountered numerous setbacks, compelling him to disassemble and rearrange following the instructions of the Commissioner.

With a restless Kaveh, whose room is just a hallway away from Al-Haitham, Al-Haitham could not get a chance to sleep. The ruckus forces Al-Haitham to put on his soundproof headphones to bed, tossing and turning while brewing a throbbing headache and aching ears. Their mechanical structure did not mix well with his head pressed against a pillow.

Al-Haitham removes his headphones after reaching his limit, half expecting to blast through Kaveh’s door to give him a piece of his mind, only to realize it has become quiet.

Unable to tell when Kaveh finished working, he almost questions if he has gone deaf. It’s peaceful. Quiet.

He drops to bury his head back on his pillow, almost reaching contentment. But now, the silence is rather unsettling.

Al-Haitham shuffles out of bed to check on Kaveh. He bets he has worked himself to death.

Of course, the acting grandmaster finds no need to take on more than he can chew. He knows not of the struggles which Kaveh foregoes. Compared to Kaveh, he spoils with riches and the bliss of 8 hrs of restful night's sleep (when Kaveh is clear of work). Relishes in proper meals in correspondence to the lack of nutrients and sun exposure Kaveh cultivates.

Al-Haitham finds his way to the bedroom, knocks a few times on the door, and waits. Ultimately no one responds. Knowing Kaveh, his careless demeanor undoubtedly left the door unlocked. If Kaveh were to give him grief, he has the excuse that he knocked before entering.

Al-Haitham opens the door. The room is in disarray, with sketches scattered all over the floor, fragmented and torn. Perhaps Kaveh’s project is the pile of unwanted blueprints because he has undoubtedly outdone himself. Even though Kaveh is a bit of a clean freak, or to be precise, he thinks that occupying himself with cleaning for Al-Haitham would cancel out his debt guilt.

However, the bed is the only thing free of clutter, and there is no evidence of Kaveh sleeping in it. To his right is the workspace, full of empty glue cans, moss to make miniature plants and shrubs, paintbrushes, and a coffee mug, with some greenish discoloration and a paintbrush sticking out of it.

'What a mess.' Al-Haitham thought to himself.

The sight almost makes him feel bad, though he still understands he has yet to do anything wrong.

He feels sour for requiring to wear his soundproof set to bed; though he resists the urge to care, the sight of Kaveh drooling, cheek pressed down against the table, hair tattered, and eyes smeared in dark shadows encourages him to fetch a blanket off the bed to cover him. Al-Haitham then tightly fastens it around his scruff to avoid it sliding off his slender shoulders.

However, even with Kaveh’s blatant abuse of his health, Al-Haitham helping Kaveh with the project is out of the question. He has no plans to assist him as he finds it demeaning. He strongly believes tasks are to be achieved by the hands of the individual assigned to them.

Most importantly, to his observation of Kaveh, he is an entirely capable designer. He is a talented artist who loves what he does, and Al-Haitham has no right to intrude.

All that said and done, Al-Haitham is not remotely accustomed to seeing Kaveh in this condition; he often disregards how Kaveh is so prone to overworking and tends to bypass it. But the longer he has gotten to know Kaveh, the sight of him stirring crowds with laughter and fun has more than become the norm.

He has grown used to Kaveh's loud, outgoing personality. And more often, Al-Haitham would secure his grin from wandering eyes at his irresistible gallant smile. Their eyes accidentally meet from across the tavern, yet refute their longing for each other. His captivating beautiful eyes shine as red as the sunset, making it difficult to look away. Kaveh truly captivates anyone he falls into conversation with.

Kaveh is the cheerful and comforting presence, the complete and literal opposite of Al-Haitham. Their personalities clash in arguments about trivial matters and engage in flipping fingers. Though recently, when Al-Haitham and Kaveh would quarrel, Al-Haitham would catch wind of himself imagining an angry yet adorable kitten in place of Kaveh.

Al-Haitham questions himself in astonishment, 'Cute?' before erasing the thought.

Al-Haitham steps back. He leaves after checking into the sleep-deprived Kaveh's condition, unaware that Kaveh has been awake since he entered the room.

Kaveh opens his heavy weighted eyes ever so slightly at the sound of the closing door, then buries his face in his arms, holding the corner of the blanket Al-Haitham left warm with his touch.

//

“Cheers!”

Kaveh toasts along with Tighnari at the Lambad Tavern, near the south edge of Sumeru City. The two take a seat to toast the success of Kaveh completing his project with outstanding results. A few days have passed since his stress at work, and finally, today was the due date of his project.

He had fulfilled and submitted his work for the client, and before long, he shall receive his payment in full. He is ecstatic that he will not hear about his debt from Al-Haitham for a few moon cycles.

“I am telling you! One day I, Kaveh, will be a renowned architect across Tayvat. I will be so rich it will drop Al-Haitham off his high horse with a big bang!” Kaveh boasts and chugs, toasting for his future.

“I’m sure you will, Kaveh. But do you want to be a renowned architect solely to get back at Al-Haitham?” Tighnari chuckles in disbelief at the ridiculous primary goal.

“‘Just’ to get back at Al-Haitham?” Kaveh gapes with eyes, “Have you forgotten just how shitty Al-Haitham makes me feel?” then slaps his hand hesitantly against the table, considerate to Tighnari’s sensitive ears.

“Of course not. You make sure I am present to hear all about it” Tighnari recalls how often Kaveh would vent to him about the feeble scholar.

If it were not for his poor sensitive ears to loud noises, he would have given Kaveh an earful on how similar they are to a married couple. However, the fear of tipsy Kaveh tripling in size and breathing fire from shock makes him curl with chills.

“Exactly, I will certainly get back at him if it is the last thing I do”. Kaveh continues to chug while Tighnari sips from his cup, concerned for what will come of the intoxicated Kaveh.

Kaveh cracks the silence asking, “Where is Cyno, anyway? I thought you two planned to meet up for another round?”.

“Another round?!” Tighnari turns red to the tips of his ears. Though not visibly red to others, the way his ears tremble in response to Kaveh’s question is not unnoticeable.

Tighnari’s memories of encountering Cyno for a personal task start to gush in all at once. The chore of collecting Henna Berries ended in Cyno entering his rear during an unexpected rut.

Kaveh looks to Tighnari, who is in complete panic, and says, “Huh? What is up with you? Did you two not plan to play Genius Invocation TCG at the tavern again?” Kaveh side-eyes Tighnari while lifting his cup for another drink.

“R-right! Ahahah, he- uh, he got busy tending to some things?” Tighnari replies as if he is unsure of his words, raising further suspicion when he leans to intake what wine remains in his cup.

He cannot deny enjoying every bit of their encounter, but his thirst for Cyno unraveling in such a manner made him mortified. Though he still dreams of that day, he has yet to explain what came over him.

“Seriously, you are such an open book, Tighnari. I am surprised you have yet to confess to Cyno.” Kaveh blurts mid-drinking, and Tighnari spits out his mouth full of wine.

Somehow, hearing that from Kaveh is infuriating. Tighnari wipes his mouth. Just once, if he could smack some sense into Kaveh, he would. The fact remains that they have been friends for quite some time, so he retreats his clenched fist for now.

Tighnari opens his mouth to express, “You say that, but is it not the same for you and Al-Haitham, Kaveh?”.

Kaveh looks to Tighnari, his cup still lifted mid-air from drinking, with the rest of his drink streaming down his mouth from shock.

“WHAT!!” The tavern turns silent at the pretty blond boy exclaiming.

Tighnari seizes his ears just before the outburst deprives him of his hearing. As expected, mentioning anything related to their controversial relationship will result in a dispute.

The bustling noises of the tavern proceeds, and Kaveh sighs before replying, “As if.” He looks back to his empty cup, revealing his lonely masked expression before continuing, “Our relationship is nothing like that”.

Kaveh feels his mood start to waver, and for the remainder of his celebration, he proceeds silently, waving to the bartender for more drinks.

Kaveh abstained from putting into words his complicated relationship with Al-Haitham. He knows not to mention that they are roommates, and only a select few, like Cyno and Tighnari, are aware of his circumstances.

Bringing up how he got to live with Al-Haitham is no matter of boasting.

After he filed for bankruptcy, Kaveh had to rely on Al-Haitham to cover the cost of his stay. Individuals will surely assume that he is clinging to Al-Haitham for financial benefits.

He feels guilt and shame when he thinks about it. And he is thinking about it.

Though he hates every part of this situation, he recollects the small instance in which Al-Haitham engulfs him in a blanket to keep him warm. The small moments in which Al-Haitham acts unintentionally tender and kind stir in his thoughts. The moments in which their eyes would meet in a crowded room merely to avert their gaze shortly after, leaving him with ticklish ears. Amidst his confusion, Kaveh requests a knock-worthy liquor to deviate from his thoughts.

//

Tighnari helps the sulky, drunken Kaveh back home, resting his arm around his shoulder. Tighnari shuffles through the pockets of the architect, looking for the key to the house.

“Where is your key, Kaveh?” He asks as he continues to look, but it is nowhere to be detected.

The time is rather late, around midnight, and the chances of Al-Haitham being awake to let Kaveh in are close to zero.

Just as Tighnari gets ready to knock on the door, it swings open with Al-Haitham greeting them at the entrance, startling Tighnari.

Tighnari says, “Oh, hello Al-Haitham. I tried looking for his key to let him in without waking you, but-”

“He left his key inside,” Al-Haitham interrupts.

Tighnari observes Al-Haitham, wondering if he has been waiting to let Kaveh in. Tighnari could not pick up on Al-Haitham walking towards the door, even with his fennec hybrid ears.

“Thanks. I will take Kaveh inside now. You can head home and get some rest” Al-Haitham goes to shift Kaveh off Tighnari’s shoulder onto his.

“You two take care now” Tighnari turns to leave, and Al-Haitham shuts the door behind him after waving goodbye.

Al-Haitham ended their chat abruptly. He could not bring himself to stand around and converse much longer. He is far too exhausted. Despite not knowing how long Kaveh would be gone, he decided to wait for him by the door.

Al-Haitham supports Kaveh on their way to his bedroom.

Compared to his previous visit to Kaveh’s bedroom, the piles of paper seem to find their way to the bed. Kaveh most likely did not get the chance to clean up with how rushed he was to complete his piece. Al-Haitham starts to wonder, given that Kaveh went out to drink, perhaps his task is not what is weighing in on him.

Kaveh frequently partakes in the consumption of alcohol, but he never consumes enough to prevent him from standing upright. Al-Haitham starts to ponder whether he failed to submit his project or received horrid reviews, not knowing that the blame befalls him for Kaveh reaching this state.

“Mm~” Kaveh mumbles in his drunken condition, sluggishly dragging his feet on the floor. Al-Haitham grows impatient but would not dare clean up such a mess.

He adjusts Kaveh over his shoulder again before turning around to lead him to the living room.

Earlier, when the clock struck midnight, he left the lights on, pacing around in circles, overthinking what misfortunes Kaveh could have fallen into. Shortly after he readied himself to leave the house in search of him, Tighnari arrived at his doorstep with him in hand. Al-Haitham visualized Kaveh as an abandoned kitten in a cardboard box with the note "I need a home" written on it.

He takes a peek at the peaceful unconscious Kaveh.

In a rush to deliver him to his room so he could get some rest, he refrained from so much as glancing at him. But curiosity befalls him to observe his complexion, pushing to find answers as to what could weigh in on Kaveh.

Observing others when they rest in soundless slumber is no simple matter. To make matters worse, Kaveh is knocked out drunk. His face flushes as though a fever has taken over him, yet stray clear from any wrinkles.

Skin glows as smooth as ever, and the urge to touch him to confirm swiftly gets tossed to the back of his head.

His peaks turn to staring and observing Kaveh as he attempts to crack the case on his actions tonight.

He groans, then bends forward in defeat. His hand lightly presses against the uncovered back window of Kaveh on his way down. The smooth touch of fevered skin tingles at his fingertips as he slides Kaveh over to rest on the living room couch.

However, he did not anticipate Kaveh grabbing his shoulder and dragging him down.

The subtle touch of their noses brushing ever so slightly together. Their lips are only a hair away from complete contact.

Al-Haitham tries to back up when Kaveh opens his eyes, tightly locking his fingers to grab hold of Al-Haitham's neck, preventing him from doing so.

The nostrils of the scholar fill with the aroma of alcohol, distracting him from the fact that Kaveh has raised his knee to put pressure between his legs. The moisture which left the heavy breathing Kaveh so close to his lips jolts him back to his senses.

Al-Haitham promptly retracts to lock the palm of his hands onto the slim wrists of Kaveh, squeezing them to the couch over the conscious blond head.

Kaveh sniffles his nose at Al-Haitham's question, “What do you think you are doing?”.

Al-Haitham's brows pierce the center of his face. But soon as he had voiced out his concern, regret befalls him.

The eyes he glances into resonate with no ill intentions. Instead, they carry a sorrowful trace.

“Why do you treat me like this?” Kaveh asks, slurring his words as his alluring dreary eyes flood with tears, stressing Al-Haitham.

Al-Haitham withholds from showing it, but his internal panic at the sight of Kaveh in tears weakens his grip. Kaveh takes this opportunity to spring up and flip Al-Haitham over and under him.

Now he has the upper hand, pressing Al-Haitham down. Face up.

His tears drip, finding their way to Al-Haiham’s cheeks.

'What has gotten into him?' Al-Haitham wanders in his mind until Kaveh unleashes his list of complaints.

“So many days you would treat me like a burden.” The warm tears continue to stream down. “You complain about this and that, always looking down on me for being a nobody compared to you. How can you be so insensitive? And then you-” Kaveh rests his aching head against Al-Haitham’s chest, desperately tapping at him with his tightly balled hand, “And then you do something that forces me to forget about it.”

Kaveh swings back his head with his eyes pressed shut in annoyance. “AHH!” He yells out. “Maybe I AM the problem!”. His eyes moisturize in tears no matter how hard he wipes at them.

“I could just ignore you or even go to a ditch somewhere and sleep. It would not cost me much that way, would it?” Kaveh locks eyes with Al-Haitham looking for any signs or words, scanning for anything that would put his mind at ease.

Al-Haitham remains there with his elbow supporting his upper body. His mouth gapes open as though he is pondering over words to speak, except there is silence amidst his confusion.

Al-Haitham knows that expressing comforting words is not within his capabilities. His words are often firm, quick to the point, and in some ways, far too honest. Never affectionate.

He finds that saying nothing at all would serve Kaveh better.

Even if he were to find the right words to articulate, his lack of practice harbors a tight grip on the back of his throat, making it difficult for him to gauge his words, words of reassurance.

The silence speaks loudly to Kaveh, convincing him that the stone-bitter heart of Al-Haitham is beyond wavering. He lets out what he thinks would be his final words before retreating for the night, “Just forget it. What was I even expecting?” then gets swept away by Al-Haitham’s grip, holding his neck to pull him closer for a quick kiss.

For a moment, Al-Haitham looks to be as awe-struck as Kaveh. Perhaps he did not plan to take such an initiative. Kaveh sits there speechless, processing what has just taken place. A drunken idiot who just cried out a bunch of complaints, cried, and snotted all over the man's chest, suddenly got a kiss from him? Excuse me?

Kaveh feels his heartbeat pound away at his chest. ‘Huh? Wha-?’ His head fills up in uncertainty, almost hallucinating a big question mark atop his head. While Kaveh is questioning what took place, Al-Haitham slips his legs back from under Kaveh in an attempt to flee, wearing his infamous poker face.

“WAIT!!” Kaveh grips on Al-Haitham’s pants, jerking him back to the couch. “You can’t just walk away after doing that!” Kaveh yells.

“Doing what?” Al-Haitham acts as though the kiss had not just occurred, but the phantom weight of their lips touching lingers as a reminder.

“You just..” Kaveh stammers in embarrassment, “kissed me.” and shakily reaches to touch his lips.

Al-Haitham averts his eyes and lifts his hand over his mouth. He can feel his face flare up but performs a terrible job of hiding it, allowing Kaveh to observe Al-Haitham’s cheeks as they powder with red. This proof is all he needs to confirm the kiss was not just in his drunken head.

They both silently sit there across from one another. Al-Haitham looks away in contrast to Kaveh until Kaveh declares, "Is that it?"  catching Al-Haitham by surprise, "You call that a kiss?"

Kaveh knows how to sound loud and clear when it matters, and right now, that poor excuse of a kiss is not enough.

The kiss is uncalled for. However, Kaveh is in denial that it is nowhere near how he imagined their first intimate interaction would serve to be.

Sure, he has fantasized about it but never found the courage to make the first move. The constant dilemma of whether Al-Haitham hates his guts or has an ounce of appreciation towards him pesters in his mind often.

Perhaps this is an invitation, a shot to test out his limits?

Kaveh withholds no time before leaning toward Al-Haitham, who sits there wide-eyed. Kaveh finds the courage to crawl closer until he catches sight of himself, reflecting in Al-Haitham’s green eyes. Slowly, he carries on to close the gap between them.

Their lips tail closely over each other when suddenly, Al-Haitham backs away, responding to Kaveh's courageous advance with “You’re drunk”.

Kaveh getting rejected leaves him flabbergasted. He thought he had read the signs correctly. Then again, Al-Haitham is not a simple individual to crack.

Amidst his disappointment, Kaveh attempts to lean in again with his eyes tightly shut, except what pressed against his lips did not feel like the soft rims he experienced moments ago. Instead, his lips meet the palm Al-Haitham's hand.

The similar words previously spoken by Al-Haitham now convey with a whisper, “You’re drunk”. As though saying it once did not deliver clearly.

“Oh, come on!” Kaveh’s face puffs up, the familiar expression Al-Haitham is so used to.

His brows crease in frustration, and his lower lips hang just slightly below his top row of teeth, furiously gritting.

A cute kitty, Al-Haitham, swiftly brushes off the thought before it forms. Once again.

Seeing Kaveh in this state is reassuring. The shimmering tears that once dribbled from his eyes almost completely drained.

Al-Haitham lets out a surge of wind through his teeth before announcing, “I shall wait here until you fall asleep”, relaxing Kaveh’s visible veins.

It’s not at all what he has hoped for. But he cannot be too selfish when he is still presented with a considerate offer, seeing how he is inconveniently not in the right state to act on his desires.

“Fine,” Kaveh puckers his lips before he drops his body against Al-Haitham, and wraps his arms around him firmly. “But you are not going anywhere, even after I sleep”.

Kaveh plows his head against Al-Haitham’s firm yet soft chest, waiting to see if he will toss his feelings aside again.

To his surprise, Al-Haitham slowly adjusts his body to lie flat on the couch under him. His stern arms, which could be mistaken to only maneuver in aggressive battle, indulge him with a tender embrace.

His heart flutters, unable to distinguish between Al-Haitham and his irregular heartbeat. He sinks deeply into his arms, clearing the gap between them.

CynoNari Episode 12!

Goodness. I was really hoping I’d finish this episode before March ended, but due to the emergency and re drawing it several times (because I was unhappy with its progression), its delay couldn't be helped. Finally Cyno will be prepping Tighnari’s bum with his juicy soft tongue in episode 13, and giving him exactly what he wants episode 14. I’m thinking we might end with 15 total episodes (for the rut series) 💜💚 also the other episodes should not take as long! Thank you all for your patience! I’m also almost done re vising the HaiKaveh short story, so I will be posting it again along with a HaiKaveh illustration. 

Update Announcement!

Before I start commissions, I want to let you all know that I still plan to finish the CynoNari comic first, I've put it on hold to revise the HaiKaveh novel based on your great reviews, here and discord. Thank you all so much for being wonderful! The HaiKaveh is currently getting viewed before I re post it. Rest assured, you will be seeing Cyno's tongue in Tighnari soon😜

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More Digital Stickers!

I made some more silly discord stickers for warm up😆 I hope you enjoy them!

The Small Things (Chapter 1)

[Content: HaiKaveh, SFW/NSFW, stress, overwork, fluff, kiss, cuddling, heart warming, feel good, Drunk Kaveh. Time: After the CynoNari comic, Tighnari drinking buddy]

[This is my first ever attempt at “writing” a romance short story, I hope you will enjoy it as much as I did writing it! Yes, I will be drawing this out since I’m more accustomed to drawing 😆 but I hope to continue writing as well if it‘s enjoyed by everyone 💕]

The Small Things

Kaveh is sound asleep after pulling an all nighter to work on a special custom project. Faced with many trials and errors, he was forced to dismantle and rearrange according to the clients’ order. With a restless Kaveh, whose room was just a hallway away from Al-Haitham’s bedroom, Al-Haitham also could not get a wink of sleep. He had to put on his sound proof headphones to bed. He did not appreciate it whatsoever. He tossed and turned with his headache and sore ears, their mechanical structure did not mix well with his head pressed against a pillow.

Al-Haitham takes off his headphones after reaching his limit, just to realize that it had actually gone quiet. He has no way of telling when things toned down, and almost questions if he has finally gone deaf. Just to make sure, Al-Haitham got out of bed to check on Kaveh’s condition. He bets Kaveh has worked himself to death. Of course the acting grandmaster wouldn’t quite understand the stress of overworking as he rarely, quite frankly, almost never feels the need to take on more than he can chew. The spoiled well paid Al-Haitham enjoys his full 8 hrs of restful ‘night’ sleep(when Kaveh isn’t working), and relishes in proper meals compared to Kaveh’s caffeine only diet(not really).

Al-Haitham strides toward Kaveh’s bedroom, knocks a few times at the door and waits, though there’s no response. Knowing Kaveh, the door is most likely unlocked due to his careless demeanor. Regardless, if he’s greeted with Kaveh’s bickering, he at least has the excuse that he knocked before walking in.

The room in shambles would be an understatement, usually Kaveh is a bit of a clean freak, or to be precise, he hopes he could pay his bills by slaving for Al-Haitham even if it hasn’t really gotten him out of his debt.

Papers were scattered all over his floor, fragmented and torn. Perhaps his project is the mountain full of unwanted blueprints, because he’s sure nailed it. Tools scattered, empty cans of paint, chipped wooden pieces enough to cause a splinter at the mere sight of them, among other things he’s too sluggish to observe. One thing he notes is that the bed seems to be the only thing cleared from the clutter, yet with no traces of Kaveh sleeping on it. To his right there’s the working table, full of empty glue containers, moss to create what looks to be small trees and bushes, paint brushes, a coffee mug with a little bit of green discoloration, and a paint brush sticking out of it.

What a mess Al-Haitham thought to himself.

The sight almost makes him feel bad, not really he hasn’t done anything wrong, he still feels sour for needing to wear his sound proof set to bed… nonetheless, the sight of Kaveh drooling, cheek pressed down against the table, hair tattered and dark baggy lower lids forces him to have the courage to at the very least grab the blanket from off the bed and cover him with it. To assert that the blanket wouldn’t slide right off his slender back, he presses it down against Kaveh’s neck. He has no understanding of the word ‘overworked’, he is still very capable in recognizing it.

Seeing Kaveh in this state doesn’t sit right with him. He’s used to Kaveh stirring crowds with laughter and fun, his words often loud and chaotic are still exciting, leaving people intrigued to fall into conversations with him. Even when he’s arguing with Al-Haitham and his face puffs up in frustration, he can’t help picturing a cute feisty kitten in his place. Cute? Al-Haitham brushes the image from his head. However, this doesn’t mean that he knows how to decipher this ‘overworked’ problem let alone where to start in assisting him. It is the job that Kaveh chose after all, and Al-Haitham has no say in the matter. Al-Haitham steps back, he’s idled long enough in Kaveh’s room, so he turns to walk himself out not knowing that Kaveh was awake since the moment he stepped in.

Kaveh opens his heavy weighted eyes ever so slightly at the sound of the closing door, and buries his face in his arms while holding the corner of the blanket which was left warm from Al-Haitham’s touch.

//

Cheers! Kaveh wells along with Tighnari at the lambad’s tavern near the south edge of Sumeru City. The two sit to celebrate Kaveh’s achievement in completing his hard worked project with great success. A few days had already passed since his quandary, and today was the due date. He had managed to submit his work for the client who left a great review, and before long his full payment will be deposited. He’s ecstatic that he won’t be hearing about his debt from Al-Haitham for a few moons.

“I’m telling you! One day I, Kaveh, will be a renowned architect all across Tayvat, I’ll be so rich, it’ll drop Al-Haitham off his high horse with a big bang!” Kaveh boasts and chugs, toasting for his future.

“I’m sure you will Kaveh, but do you really want to be a renowned architect just to get back at Al-Haitham?” Tighnari chuckles in disbelief at the ridiculous main goal.

“‘Just’ to get back at Al-Haitham?” Kaveh gasps with his eyes wide open “Have you forgotten just how shitty Al-Haitham makes me feel?” Kaveh slaps his hand with a hesitation against the table, in consideration to Tighnari’s sensitive ears.

“Of course not.. you make sure I’m always there to hear all about it” Tighnari recalls how often Kaveh gushes his venting about the so-called feeble scholar. If it weren’t for his poor sensitive ears to loud noises, he’d have already given Kaveh his opinion of how similar they are to a married couple. The fear of drunk Kaveh bursting in shock, makes him curl in chills.

“Exactly, I will make sure to get back at him if it’s the last thing I do. '' Kaveh continues to chug, while Tighnari sips from his cup in concern for what’s to come of the intoxicated Kaveh. “Where’s Cyno anyway? I thought you two were planning to meet up for another round?”

“Another round?!” Tighnari turns red to the tips of his ears, it’s not visibly red to others, yet the way it trembles in response it is not something easily overlooked. Kaveh looks to Tighnari who’s in complete panic. “Huh? What’s up with you? Didn’t you two plan to play Genius Invocation TCG again at the tavern?” Kaveh sideeyes Tighnari while lifting his cup for another drink.

“R-right! Ahahah, he.. uh, he got busy tending to some things..?” Tighnari replies as if he’s unsure of what he’s saying and leans in to intake what’s left of his cup.

“Seriously, you’re so easy to read Tighnari, I’m surprised you haven’t confessed to Cyno yet” Kaveh blurts mid drinking and Tighnari spits out his mouth full of wine. Somehow hearing that from Kaveh makes him feel ridiculed. Tighnari wipes his mouth, just once, if he could smack some sense into Kaveh he would. Yet the fact still remains that they’ve been friends for quite some time, so he retracts his clenched fist, for now “You say that, but I think it’s the same for you too Kaveh” Kaveh looks to Tighnari, his cup still lifted mid air from drinking with the rest of his drink now streaming down his mouth from shock.

“WHAT!!” The tavern turns silent, Tighnari manages to grab his ears just in time before bursting his eardrums. As expected, mentioning anything related to their controversial relationship will indeed result in a dispute.

The bustling noises of the tavern proceeds, and Kaveh sighs “Yeah right.” he looks back to his empty cup revealing his masked lonely expression “Our relationship is nothing like that”. Kaveh waves to the bartender for more drinks, and for the remainder of the celebration, he drinks in silence.

Their relationship is not something to boast about. Them being roommates is also something known to a select few, Cyno and Tighnari included. It’s rather awkward to bring up how he came to live with Al-Haitham in the first place. Going bankrupt, having Al-Haitham pay for his stay and fees. Obviously people would think he’s lashing onto Al-Haitham for financial benefits. He feels guilt, and shame when he thinks about it. And he’s definitely thinking about it. In the back of his mind, he recalls the small instances like a few days ago when Al-Haitham engulfed him in a blanket to keep him warm. The wine is not enough to clear his thoughts, so he orders a stronger drink.

//

Tighnari helps the sulky drunken Kaveh back home resting his arm around his shoulder. “Where are your keys Kaveh?” He helps him look for it but it’s nowhere to be found. The time is rather late around midnight, the chances of Al-Haitham being awake to let Kaveh in is close to zero.

Just as Tighnari gets ready to knock on the door, it swings open with Al-Haitham greeting them at the entrance startling Tighnari “Oh, hello Al-Haitham, I tried looking for his key to let him in without waking you-”

“He left his key inside” Al-Haitham interrupts. Tighnari looks at Al-Haitham wondering if he has been waiting to let Kaveh in. Tighnari’s ears didn’t even pick up on Al-Haitham walking towards the door. “Thanks, I’ll take him inside, you can head home now” Al-Haitham goes to shift Kaveh off Tighnari’s shoulders onto his.

“You two take care now” Tighnari turns to leave and Al-Haitham shuts the door behind him after waving goodbye. Their conversation is cut short, the restless Al-Haitham just couldn’t bring himself to waste more time standing around chatting. He didn’t know how long Kaveh would be out, but he waited for him near the door regardless. Kaveh being reckless as ever leaving without his key to the house, he reckons Kaveh’s little brain had much to think about to forget the key again and again, but he never stays out this late. Something must’ve happened.

Al-Haitham takes Kaveh to his room. It hasn’t been cleaned yet, but seeing how he’s gone out to drink, perhaps his work isn’t what’s weighing on him for once. Unlike his last visit to Kaveh’s room, the bed that was once clean from the masses, is now covered in a mountain full of papers.

“Mm~” Kaveh mumbles in his drunken state, feet dragging on the floor with no attempt at supporting his own weight. Al-Haitham starts to grow impatient, but he wouldn’t dare clean up such a mess. He adjusts Kaveh over his shoulder again before turning around to lead him to the living room.

It’s quite common for Kaveh to drink, but he never drinks so much that he couldn’t stand up on his own two feet. Perhaps something bad happened to his project, though he’s already established that if he had gone out to drink, it wouldn’t be his concern. Unless he’s submitted the works and received bad reviews? He thought, not knowing that it was his fault Kaveh is in that state.

Al-Haitham’s long legs were enough to support them both to the living room. The living room lights were still left on from earlier when he was waiting for Kaveh. Before the clock struck midnight, he was pacing around in circles waiting for Kaveh’s arrival after finding the key he left behind. Shortly after he got ready to leave the house in search of Kaveh, Tighnari arrived at his doorstep with him. Like a cat left abandoned in a cardboard box titled with a poorly handwritten ‘I need a home’.

He takes a peek at Kaveh’s face, he hasn’t really looked at him due to his urgency to drop him in his room to get himself some shut eye. But he’s still curious as to what his complexion appears to be after coming to the conclusion that he’s suffering from a predicament. It’s not easy to read people when they’re sound asleep, or to make matters worse, completely drunk. His face flushed like a fever has taken over him, but there’s not a wrinkle in sight. His skin looks as smooth as ever and the thought of touching him to confirm swiftly gets tossed to the back of his head. His peaking turns to staring. Studying. He couldn’t come to any terms as to what could weigh in on his actions tonight.

He sighs and bends forward to rest Kaveh on the living room couch, his hand lightly pressing against Kaveh’s bare back window on his way down. His smooth overly warm skin tingles his fingertips as he slides him over. However, Kaveh didn’t let go of his shoulder dragging Al-Haitham down with him.

The subtle touch of Kaveh’s nose brushes to his, if there was ever a slight movement, their lips would touch. Al-Haitham tries to push himself back when Kaveh opens his eyes to intertwine his fingers around his neck, preventing him from breaking free.

Kaveh reeks of alcohol, and the smell urks Al-haitham enough to overlook the fact that Kaveh has lifted his knee to press in between his legs. The moisture of Kaveh’s breathing so close to his lips brings him back to his senses, and quickly retracts to lock the palm of his hands onto Kaveh’s wrists, pressing them over his head “What are you doing?” he asks with his brows piercing the center of his face. but soon as he had voiced out his vexation, regret befalls him. Kaveh’s eyes resonate no ill intentions, rather they carried a sorrowful glimmer.

“Why do you treat me like this?” Kaveh asks, slurring his words, while his dreary eyes fill with tears confusing Al-Haitham.

Al-Haitham didn’t show it, but he internally panics from seeing Kaveh in tears and steadily lets down his guard. His grip around Kaveh’s wrists slack and Kaveh takes this opportunity to spring up and flip Al-Haitham over and under him. Now Kaveh has the upper hand, pressing Al-Haitham down. Face up.

A tear drops and lands on Al-Haiham’s cheek, what’s gotten into him? His mind wanders until Kaveh lets loose his list of complaints, “So many days you treat me like dead weight..” the warm tears continue to find their way to Al-haitham’s cheeks “..You complain about this and that, always looking down on me for being a nobody unlike you. Always insensitive, And then…” Kaveh lays his heavy throbbing head against Al-Haitham’s chest, exhaustingly tapping at him with his clenched fist “And then you go and do something that makes me forget all about it”.

Kaveh swings back his head with his eyes pressed shut in annoyance “AHH!” He yells out “Maybe I AM the problem!” eyes moisturize in tears no matter how hard he wipes at them “I could just ignore you, or even go to a ditch somewhere and sleep. It wouldn’t cost me much that way would it?” Kaveh locks eyes with Al-Haitham. Looking for any signs or words even, something that would give him the answers he’s currently quenching for. Al-Haitham lays there, lifting his upper body with his elbow. His mouth gapes open as though he’s thinking of words to speak, except there is nothing but silence amidst his confusion.

Al-Haitham strays in thought. He’s by no means a man capable of expressing comforting words. His words are always firm, quick to the point, in some ways too honest. Never affectionate. He’s fully aware of what Kaveh is waiting for. Despite what he wants to say, his lack of practice harbors a grip to the back of his throat making it difficult for him to gauge his words. Words of reassurance.

The silence speaks loudly to Kaveh. “Just forget it. What was I even expecting-“ before Kaveh turns away Al-Haitham grabs a hold of his neck to pull him in for a quick kiss, only to let go of him right after.

For a moment, Al-Haitham looks to be as awe struck as Kaveh, perhaps he didn’t plan for taking such an initiative. Kaveh sits there speechless, processing what has just taken place. A drunken idiot who just let out a bunch of complaints, slobbered, cried and snotted all over the man in question’s chest, suddenly got a kiss from him? Excuse me?

Kaveh feels his heartbeat pound away at his chest. Huh? Wha-? His head fills up in uncertainty, almost hallucinates a big question mark at the top of his head. While Kaveh is questioning what took place, Al-Haitham slips his legs back from under Kaveh in an attempt to walk away, wearing his infamous poker face. “WAIT!!” Kaveh grips on Al-Haitham’s pants, jerking him back to the couch. “You can’t just walk away after doing that!”

“Doing what?” Al-Haitham acts as though the kiss hadn’t just occurred, but the weight of their lips touching still remains as a reminder.

“You just..” Kaveh stammers in embarrassment “..kissed me” and shakily reaches to touch his lips. Al-Haitham averts his eyes and lifts his hand over his mouth. He could feel his face flare up but does a terrible job at hiding it, giving Kaveh the chance to observe Al-Haitham’s cheeks as they seethe with red. This is all the proof he needs to confirm that the kiss wasn’t just in his drunken pretty head. They both sat there in silence facing each other. In contrast to Kaveh, Al-Haitham is looking the other way until Kaveh exclaimes “That’s it?”. The question takes Al-Haitham by surprise “You call that a kiss?”.

Kaveh knows how to sound loud and clear when it matters, and right now, that poor excuse of a kiss was not enough. Though he wasn’t promised a kiss to begin with, he’s in shock that it wasn’t anywhere near how he had imagined their first intimate interaction would be. Sure he’s fantasized about it, yet could never find the courage to make the first move. He’s in a constant dilemma between whether Al-Haitham hates his guts or has an ounce of appreciation towards him. Perhaps this is an invitation, a shot to test out his limits.

Kaveh leans forward to Al-Haitham who sat there wide-eyed, he then crawls closer until he sees his reflection in Al-Haithan’s eyes. Slowly closing the gap in between them. Their lips shadow over each other. “You’re drunk” Al-Haitham backs away from the kiss. Kaveh is flabbergasted at the quick rejection. He thought he had read the signs correctly, but then again, Al-Haitham is a tough individual to crack.

Disappointed. Kaveh attempts to lean in again with his eyes tightly shut, except, what pressed against his lips didn’t feel like the soft lips he experienced for that mere second, instead, they were the palm of his hand. The same words previously spoken are now whispered “You’re drunk”.

“Oh come on!” Kaveh’s face puffs up, the familiar expression Al-Haitham is so used to. Brows creasing in frustration, his lower lips hanging just slightly below his top row of teeth in a furious grit. A cute kitty, Al-Haitham brushes the thought from his mind once again. Somehow, seeing Kaveh in this state is reassuring. The shimmering tears that dribbled from his eyes almost completely drained.

Al-Haitham lets out a surge of wind through his lips before announcing, “I’ll wait here until you fall asleep”, relaxing Kaveh’s visible veins. It’s not at all what he had hoped for. Nevertheless, it’s a considerate offer seeing how inconveniently not in the right state he is to act on his desires. His lips pucker “Fine..” before he drops his body against Al-Haitham’s chest and wraps his arms around him firmly “..But you’re not going anywhere, even after I sleep”. Kaveh presses his head against Al-Haitham’s firm yet soft chest, waiting to see if he’ll be rejected yet again. To his surprise, he perceives as Al-Haitham slowly adjusts himself to lay flat on the couch under him. His stern arms, which could be mistaken to only be used for hostile battle, indulges him with a light embrace. His heart flutters, unable to tell the difference between his and Al-Haitham’s heart beats. Melting further onto each other leaving no space between them.

Kaveh x Al Haithiam poll!

I want to know if there are any preferences for the upcoming novel/ comic. Based on the most voted I’ll adjust the novel/comic accordingly. I’m still not 100% sure if there will be NSFW involved

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CynoNari part 11

Hello new Patreons 🥰 so happy to have you join us!
Tighnari just like us fr, we’re losing our patience 🫣 come on Cyno, prep and end him!

Also, I was a bit held back on part 10 because I had an emergency to take care of (thankfully all is well now)! 

Vash Packing?

wanted to hop on this real quick for some Trigun Stampede appreciation 💕👀 if you haven’t seen it yet, i def recommend! The other image is the inspiration 

CynoNari Part 10 (colored) Part 11 (WIP)

“They’re in love your honor”💚💜 Nari looks extra pretty and breedable here

Welcome in new Patreons! So lovely having you here!

CynoNari part 10 [WIP]

Hello and welcome new Patreons🥰 so lovely to have you here, and I’m so thankful for all the support! I’m still not sure as to how many more pages there will be for the CynoNari Rut series, but the upcoming comic series is a KaveTham with a CynoNari continuation special (due to popular demand for the two love birds). I’m working on the fanfiction for Kavetham called The Small things, so keep an eye out for when it’s available! Currently I’ve just been throwing in some parts of the novel in the Patreon discord server, but it’s not yet complete. Please feel free to reach out if you have any questions, tips or concerns during your stay here💜💚 and I look forward to pleasing you all

CynoNari Part 9/?

We’re in for a ride😌 (Nari on the literal sense)

CynoNari part 9 [wip]

Are we finally getting some action? Sign me up!! 👀

Ps. Nari will be receiving 😉💜💚

Scara’s Tender Hands

Just a little warm up! Scara recommendation from discord. Timelapse attached below 👇 

CynoNari Part 7 and 8

Discord Patreons have been keeping me busy 🤣💕(make sure to join us to see what we’ve been up to!) also, I managed to get two parts done to make up for your wonderful patience! We’ll be seeing more of these two after a little break to get a commission done!

Obedient Heizou💕

A little collection of Heizous using ref recommendations on discord 🕵🏻 

Silly little stickers!

I’ll be making these into actual stickers soon! I’m so excited to create more. Also feel free to use as stickers/emotes with ur friends! Remember to join our fun little discord if you haven’t already!

(Klee gif is attached below)

CynoNari (part 7 WIP)

Oh Cyno.. you’re teasing again.. you can’t keep doing that to a Nari in heat 🫣💚

Discord for Patreons! (Along with a part 7 wip)

Hello hello💕! Just a friendly announcement that we have a Patreon exclusive channel now! Make sure to connect your Patreon account with your discord for the bot to invite you in* (check below on how to connect)✨ this Discord is also for everyone who’s +18 but there’ll be a special channel for Patreons only. It’s a great way to bring up discussions, suggestions and just chat away be silly and get to know each other!

I will be posting wips and some story ideas I have for future comics to help you decide if you’d still like to continue supporting my work! I will still be posting art and wips on Patreon of course so it’s not required for you to join incase discord with strangers make you uncomfortable, but I’d love to have u there!

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