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// Absence.
|| Blade x gn! Reader ||
|| He arrives, and no one greets him at the door. ||
|| 0.6k words || sfw !! || hurt/comfort (but mostly fluff tbh), self indulgent, implied relationship, not thoroughly proofread ||
|| note: was feeling down, so I wrote a little something. May be ooc blade. ||
He had completed his mission. Barely wounded, surprisingly. You had told him to be vigilant, and he did. Pulling out the keys in his pocket, he unlocked the door to your abode. As he slowly opened the door, his eyes widened at the sight.
No one. No one was there. Not even you.
You always greeted him. Whether you were unwell, or in full health. Whether you were in a bad mood, or not. You always greeted him, always. So what was so different about today? He (mostly) kept his word, and he’s here, whole and alive.
He almost grew frustrated. Did he do something to hurt you, something he couldn’t realize that would wound you? Did he do that? Did he somehow hurt you so bad, that you wouldn’t even greet him at the door, even when you always had? He thoroughly racked his brain, looking for answers but he found none. Not a hint.
He almost scowled. He locked the door behind him, putting down his sword and taking off his shoes. It was a rule of yours, and it never slipped his mind, even in his irritated state. The fresh wounds he bore were nothing but mere scratches to him, so he took it upon himself to look for you. You were not at the living room, nor were you in the kitchen and the bathroom. It was obvious by now that you were in their shared room. He almost hesitated to open the door. But when he did, his eyes softened ever so slightly at seeing you in bed.
You were there, thankfully. Curled up in a ball, using the sheets as a cocoon, shielding your face from the world. He gently closed the door, walking slowly over to your figure. He knew you heard him, as the closer he grew, the deeper your face went into the pillow you were holding to your chest. His gaze watched your movements, trying to deduce what mood you were in. Clearly, it wasn’t a good one. But he wondered, why? What happened?
He sat next to you, placing a gloved hand on your shoulder. He gently pulled you to the side, requesting to see your face. But you didn’t budge. He pulled at you again, and still, you didn’t turn to face him. A sigh slipped past his lips, his hand now moving to tread your hair.
You were always one to show more affection than he did, whether by word or via actions. And he picked up on those. He, who has been treading one singular path, learned something from you. You who waltzed into his gaze, stopping him from taking a step farther. And he realized, you were mesmerizing, beautiful. The one that stopped him from walking down his path momentarily, were beautiful.
He had learned from you. He reminded himself of that. He leaned down, his breath ticking your ear. You stirred, about to turn and meet his eyes when you practically melted when you heard his words.
“I love you.”
He mumbled, whispering close to your skin. You had always said those simple but meaningful words to him. They always made his heart stir. He knew this would make your heart stir too. He knew you’d feel at least a little bit better from those words. He says them to you, effortlessly, and he means it. He truly means it when he says he loves you.
Blade was never one to show affection via words. But he’d do it for you.
He didn’t know what you were going through, but seeing your tear stained face finally smile back at him, he knew you’ll be alright.
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// Snowball to the- face!?
|| Blade x gn! Stellaron Hunter Reader ||
|| Wherein the 2 of you visit the outskirts of a particularly snowy planet. ||
|| 0.7k words || Just for the funnies + teasing blade || sfw!! ||
Though you knew you had a lot of things to do on every mission given to you, you couldn’t help but use every moment of free time you had to bother blade.
Especially here, on this snowy planet. The more childish and mischievous side of you took over, your gloved hands itching to take a handful of snow. You tried to hide your excitement, but Blade knew how to read you. He knew of your enthusiasm.
Well, he knew he was going to be terrorized by you as soon as you find the opportunity to.
And oh, you certainly did. Walking through a snowy forest, you lagged behind the tall male, saying that something had caught your interest. He only commented that if you were to get lost, he wouldn’t come find you.
Typical of him. You only grinned at his words.
You found yourself behind a tree, often peeking to keep track of the swordsman’s whereabouts. You crouched down, a large amount of snow in your hands. Shaping the snow into a sphere, you inspected it from every angle.
Its the perfect snowball, you concluded.
You peeked from behind the tree again, a smirk graced on your lips as you tried to pinpoint where blade was. You could feel yourself bubbling with excitement, wanting to see the look on the tall man’s face once you had hit him with your perfectly round snowball.
But then you didn’t find him. You walked a little, looking around thoroughly to at least catch a glimpse of your companion. But alas, you didn’t even see a piece of him. Not even his long hair that often swayed in the wind.
It was odd. That man bore such a dark palette on his clothes, a huge contrast to the pure white snow that enveloped the entire area. How could you not see him?
Did he really just…leave you there? You blinked, senses heightening as a small hint of worry started growing at the bottom of your stomach. You remained vigilant- but still holding that snowball in the palm of your dominant hand.
You walked backwards, retracing your steps.
And then your back hit something. It certainly wasn’t a tree. From the contact, you could feel warmth.
But you panicked, turning around and throwing the snowball, right into the face of…
Ah.
”BLADE!?”
You exclaimed aloud. A dissatisfied grumble left the swordsman, brushing off the snow with a gloved hand. You could only laugh awkwardly, stepping back.
”I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to- I mean…I did want to hit you with a snowball but I didn’t mean to…hit you in the face like that…?”
He wasn’t buying your excuses, eyes narrowing. His glare bore holes into your composure.
You continued to step away from him, but he continued to take steps towards you, pace a little quicker than your own.
Usually, you’d fight back. A tease or 2 as your method of retaliation. But this time you were rendered useless when your back (again) hit something. You could feel the jagged edges of wood threaten to rip your clothes.
It didn’t help when blade was now dangerously close to you. He stopped in his tracks, towering over your figure. His hands found your waist, and a sly smirk now replaced his previous expression. You could feel your cheeks burning, the red hues deepening in color.
This was his version of revenge. You knew that.
There was little distance between you and him. You could feel his warm breath against your skin. His face was close to yours, your eyes wide at his actions. You couldn’t bring yourself to speak.
He brushed his lips against yours, almost teasingly. Oh how the small bits of contact make you burn. You yearned for him, but Blade was Blade. He’d be teasing you a million times over before caressing your cheek gently without having any ulterior motives of flustering you further.
He moved away, switching up to now scold you for your antics. You didn’t protest against him, still far too distracted with what had just happened.
He paused, noticing your lack in responses. Your gaze was fixated on the floor, and he took this to his advantage.
You suddenly felt something hit your head, it’s chill sending shivers throughout your system. You look up, seeing blade tossing a snowball up and down in the palm of his hand.
You gulped. An amused expression was evident in blades crimson irises.
”Run.”
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// Late Night Antics.
|| Blade x gn! Reader ||
|| Can’t sleep? Drag him with you. ||
|| 1.3k words || sfw !! || fluff, implied relationship, slightly self indulgent, mildly ooc blade / soft blade, not thoroughly proofread. ||
|| Notes: I love the whole late night convenience store runs / late night shenanigans so I just had to. Also blade is an idiot I love him.
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You couldn’t sleep. Not one bit.
You tried everything. Reading till you could feel the strain on your eyes, trying to find the most comfortable position and failing- goodness, you even tried the good old fashioned counting sheep method. But nothing worked.
You sighed, opting to get up as there was no use for you to glue yourself to your bed if you couldn’t sleep. Plus, you were thirsty. Might as well grab a drink. And so you did. You slipped out of your room, sheets undone while sliding your phone in your pocket. You stretched on the way to the water dispenser, stopping halfway to find a tall man by the counter near the sink.
“…Blade? Can’t sleep huh?”
His eyes darted towards your direction, caught off guard. Which was both odd and to be expected. Odd, as you always saw him as vigilant. But to be expected, as you had deduced that he was…quite comfortable around your presence. He was still getting used to the adjustments, as he had never been so close to someone. He’d sometimes struggle to let his body ease up properly. But there was progress, as his eyes softened immediately once he found his gaze meeting yours.
He turned back to the counter, making what seemed to be- coffee? At this hour? You could only laugh a little at that, your laughter urging for him to turn and look at you again. His brows furrowed, his mind unable to understand where your newfound joy originated from.
“Why are you- why are you making coffee??”
You laugh mid-sentence, and you laugh right after. The ends of his lips tugged down slightly, and you take notice. You shake your head, walking up to him to cup his cheeks. You could feel him lean into your touch, and he doesn’t even seem to realize.
“Don’t pout. I’d make coffee too.”
“Who said I was pouting?”
“You always do.”
He ceased his protests, face deadpanning. This only fueled you to tease him further, but you being the merciful being that you are, you give him a break. You rub his cheeks slightly before pulling away, walking back to the water dispenser with a cup in hand. This time around you opt to drink water, just as you had intended. You were too lazy to make either tea or coffee. You push the button of the water dispenser, the clear cold liquid filling your glass. You gulp it down, feeling mildly refreshed. By now you had noticed the tall man had been glancing at you. He didn’t even try to hide it. That or he was just so bad at hiding the many glances he was taking at you, your form- and probably your lips.
…you disregard the last thought.
You set the empty glass by the table, hearing the swordsman take steps around the counter. He takes your glass, pouring a portion of his coffee into your empty cup. You blink at this, unable to process his actions, not expecting such train of thought. He only flashes you a smirk before drinking whatever coffee he had left.
Maybe that’s why he kept looking at you.
Moments of silence pass. You finish your coffee (that was previously blades), and you place the cup by the sink. His was next to yours. Both of you were awake now, the caffeine doing it’s thing. You were bored still, so you spoke up, catching the tall man’s attention.
“Let’s go to the convenience store.”
Like how you didn’t understand him sometimes, he couldn’t understand the reason behind your words.
“We can go in the morning.”
“We should go now…!”
There was visible confusion on his face. You almost laugh at the sight. You decide to explain everything to Blade, as he clearly didn’t understand. Sure, call him stupid, but he was doing his best, so give him some credit. It’s endearing, his efforts were there. But sometimes you still couldn’t help but feel amused every time he failed to understand the intentions behind your antics, as harmless as they are.
“I can’t sleep, and I have the urge to go out and buy food. Plus! It’s colder at this time around, I wouldn’t have to worry about the sun if we take a trip there now.”
He seems to be catching on, a very subtle nod coming from him. You decide to continue, a teasing tone lacing the words you spoke.
“You can’t blame me for being energetic now. You were the one who gave me the coffee.”
There was this indecipherable look in his eyes. You thought you could read him, but things like these seem to always happen somehow. Nonetheless, you still stick to your idea of going out. After a few more attempts of persuasion, he decides to follow. He says it’s to keep you out of trouble, but you had a hunch he just wanted to spend time with you, his hand brushing against yours as you both left your shared abode. Well, after the both of you changed, of course.
You bore more presentable clothing, with enough layers to keep you warm, as the outside air was chilly and cold. Blade bore his signature disguise, sunglasses with a beanie, a long cloak with a turtleneck beneath. Don’t forget the mask, too. You poke fun at his outfit, to which he does his best to ignore. Ultimately he ends up swatting away the hand you used to point at his, as you described, “silly fit”.
The lights of the convenience store glared your eyes, much to your dismay. It took you a long while to adjust, and when you did, you already found blade skimming his gaze over the many snacks that were neatly presented in his view. It was as if he was more eager than you were.
In time, the both of you bought what you needed (and wanted), leaving the brightly lit store with your individual purchases. You bought for yourself, he bought for himself. He sneakily tried to pay for everything, but you caught him. Not so slick, you think.
He immediately took off his accessories as soon as he stepped back inside your abode, throwing the mask into the trash, carelessly dumping the beanie and sunglasses onto the table. You raised a brow at his actions, but you get silence as a response. Was he pondering on something, you wondered. But those thoughts slipped as you eyed the bags filled with whatever you both bought.
Taking out the contents inside said bags, you rearrange all the snacks and drinks, putting them in their respective places. It began to dawn upon you that most of these…were your favorites. You only bought a few of these, not a majority of the stash. The rest, you did not pay for. You shot another glance at the swordsman, and again, he greets you with silence.
But you cannot deny there is an amused glint in his eyes.
By the time you finish unpacking, a thread of what you’d consider fatigue settled, the darkness of the night reminding you that you have yet to rest your body, mind, and soul. You drank another glass of water before heading to your room.
You stood before your bedroom door, about to turn the knob when you could feel someone’s stare from behind your head. You turn, seeing Blade changed out of his disguise. His hand made its way to your chin, holding onto it firmly, but carefully enough as to not hurt you. He tilted your head up, a silent request for you to look at him, and only him. Your gaze locked onto his, a certain bubble of emotion stirring in your chest. The man leaned down, kissing you gently and thoroughly. It was sweet, devoid of his harsh nature. You swore you could feel his smile against your lips. You knew then and there he enjoyed his time with you.
He bid you goodnight, the lingering warmth on your skin lulling you to sleep.
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// Sketches of…the both of you-?
|| Implied Jing Yuan x gn! Reader ||
|| Yanqing appears too!! (extremely ooc bcs I barely know anything abt him sorry TT) ||
|| Short little thing with a reader that can draw <3 ||
|| 0.4k words || fluff || sfw!! ||
Yanqing had caught wind of you sketching away on a blank page of your notepad. A little gasp of awe left him, eyes lighting up as he beamed
”y/n!! You should draw me!!”
His declaration was made aloud. You both heard a hearty chuckle coming from the general, who had arrived just in time to hear the boys words. You lifted your head, an amused expression gracing your features. You played along, placing your pencil on the desk as you crossed your arms.
”What made you come to such a conclusion, Yanqing?” you asked him, head tilting slightly. Jing Yuan too was curious, walking to stay close to you both to hear the rest of the conversation.
”I’ll be the coolest model! With all my swords and skill, I’ll be the best person you can draw!” he stated with such enthusiasm, a determained look on his face. You couldn’t help but laugh.
”Oh I don’t know…what does the general say?”
”What? The general doesn’t have a say in this!!”
He seemed desperate to get his hands on a drawing from you, (or more like a drawing of himself). You turned to face Jing Yuan, who seemed just as amused with the situation as you were. He shifted his weight, eyes gazing afar to mimic him thinking long and hard about something. And then he speaks.
”y/n can draw you, so long as if they make a portrait of me as well.”
His words knocked the air out of both you and Yanqing. For you, it was a positive thing. You felt your heart flutter, knowing well you wouldn’t mind drawing the general a hundred times. You’d be more than delighted to draw him. As for the young boy, however…
”But this was supposed to be special, it was supposed to be for me, general! How about a raise in my allowance for stealing my thunder!”
He was getting…a little too desperate. Wouldn’t it make more sense for them to pay you? You were the one tasked to draw them after all. But the general only chuckled at this, a quiet “we’ll see” whispered under his breath. He casts his gaze on you, his hand resting on your shoulder. His touch was gentle, eyes full of fondness and care. Lips curled into a smile, he spoke softly.
”Don’t push yourself, dear. If you truly do take our baseless requests seriously, take your time with it. You will be compensated generously.”
You smile at the general’s words and consideration. Yanqing only whined slightly, knowing that his “commission” may take longer than he had wanted.
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// Louder Than Thoughts.
|| Blade x gn! Reader ||
|| It was painful to breathe. Let alone think. ||
|| 1k words || sfw !! || hurt/comfort, reader is a mess, implied relationship, not proofread, self indulgent ||
|| note/s: the weather was perfect for this. I also wrote this with a wrecked mood due to reading an angsty fic so really I’m writing this to comfort myself. ||
It was one of those nights.
You could not control a single portion of your emotional state. You felt like crying, screaming, ripping yourself apart. It would pass, you knew that. This always happens. But whenever you’re in the middle of it, all you could think about is-
…
The loud thunder disrupts your train of thought for a few moments, your form slumping back down again immediately afterwards. The feeling in your chest did not leave. Was it pain? Sorrow? Anger? Emptiness? You did not know. All you knew is that it was suffocating. It clawed at every part of your being, but especially the deepest depths of your body. It was like a growing curse that situated itself in the core of what is supposedly described to be you. It was a pang of guilt, even, growing with every unspeakable thought crossing your mind.
You begged for it to stop. A portion of you said you deserved more.
Your mind was turbulent as the weather, and this sole fact dampened your mood further. It almost urged for your state to grow even worse than it is now. You held back tears, a choking sensation forming in your throat the longer your persisted. You pulled your knees to your chest, hugging them as you buried your face into your arms. You sought out for some sort of warmth, but only the cold of the night embraced you.
At that point you couldn’t hold it in anymore. No matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t help but cry. You cried and cried, the loud rain drowning out your soft sobs and the occasional sniffle. For the nth time did you beg for it to stop, whether it be the overwhelming emotions in your chest, or the physical pain that came from it.
The rain was too loud. But your thoughts were louder.
You didn’t even notice how intensely Blade was staring at your slumped form. How your head rested against the sliding doors that led to the back of your residence. The bellowing wind kept entering, and he’d notice how you’d shiver each time it grew in intensity.
Just what the hell were you doing out here? He thought.
It took him a while to even step towards you. Was he supposed to? He couldn’t hear your cries, and it was certain that he could not hear the things that ran through your head. But after knowing you for so long, he knew that something was amiss. Because on a regular day, even with such weather you’d react openly towards it. You’d point it out to him, maybe even connecting it with some distant memory you had previously forgotten. But here, you kept to yourself, hiding away the expression of your face. Secretive, he’d think, but it was a secret he didn’t want you to keep.
Or at least, a secret he didn’t want you to suffer alone with.
To him, his steps felt heavy. It took him much effort to crouch by your side, a hand hovering by your shoulder. He examined you further, and his hesitation grew. His brows furrowed upon seeing how your form would slightly jolt up now and again, a gasp for air to fill your lungs. He wouldn’t dare make your mood worse, for he knew that when you were vulnerable- one wrong move and it could send you spiraling further. Did you need him, or did you need time? He pondered, his stare so intense he could’ve sworn you’d felt it by now.
But maybe you were just that far gone, and you needed him to bring you back.
Warmth seeped into your clothes and onto your skin, his hand finally placed on your shoulder. He did not speak, but that alone gave you a tinge of comfort- yet it brought back the exact opposite of what it was supposed to bring you. You felt guilty, dreadful for even making him so worried that he personally had to come and calm you down. The man barely rested his mind and soul, yet here he was, trying to comfort you. You internally cursed at yourself for being so incompetent. So useless. Unable to do anything on your own. Why did the eternally wounded have to look after one who’s mood was swayed by the wind? You bit the insides of your mouth, wanting to cry louder.
“Look at me.”
You couldn’t lift your head.
“Listen to me.”
You could barely hear him.
A sigh left him. Not out of annoyance, but of mild concern. But to you, it sounded that he was irritated. Irritated that you didn’t comply, and that what you were doing was irrational, stupid. It never was that way but…your mind deceives. And it continued to do that. You buried your head further into your arms, tilting you head away from the presence of the swordsman. You didn’t dare look at him. You couldn’t bare to meet his eyes, not when you felt this way.
He stared. His mind was racking itself for answers, for things to do to help you. His hand left your shoulder, the lingering warmth fading into nothingness. Your body grew colder, even, at the loss of his touch. You thought he upped and left. But you were wrong.
His arm ducked beneath your knees, another behind your back as he lifted you gently, effortlessly. His sudden movements startled you greatly, a yelp almost leaving your lips. Yet you said nothing, the feeling that was plaguing you keeping your silence.
In that one swift movement, you were now perched atop his lap, his hand that was previously under your legs now by your head. You found solace in his touch, warmth melting away at what used to fill the contents of your mind. It was like a miracle. He was a miracle.
He carefully urged for you to rest against his chest, your ear right above his heart. Somehow, such soft rhythmic sound slowly eased the torment in your mind and soul.
The rain was loud. Your thoughts were louder, but the beating of his heart was loudest of all.
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// The Comfort That Follows
|| Kaveh x Reader !! ||
|| 1.6k words || fluff. extremely fluffy. || sfw <333 ||
|| Ao3 ver: https://archiveofourown.org/works/46989922 ||
Your eyes shot open.
Tears streamed down your already stained face. It seems that you’ve been crying for a while now.
Most of your senses were still waking up. All you could discern was a soft warm light emitting from what you assumed to be the lamp on the bedside table. You also heard a soft, yet panicked voice. You tried your hardest to understand what it was trying to say to you, getting up to pull yourself out of your trance. A gentle hand made its way to your shoulder. Added pressure was placed onto you by the hand, hinting at you to not get up. You heeded it’s request, and lay back down.
At this point your hearing was much clearer, and it sunk in. Kaveh was the one calling out to you.
“y/n…? Are you alright?”
He moved closer. He was sitting on the bed, legs crossed next to you.
You didn’t know how to respond. You have no recollection of the nightmare you had, but the emotions you felt during them remained. It left this stinging sensation in your throat, your heart throbbing with sorrow. It felt like you had lost the one thing you held dear, whether it be an ambition of yours, a special trinket, a memory or a friend.
With the lack of a response, Kaveh’s worry grew. Seeing you in such a state left him in disarray. He had no clue what to do. Perhaps he’d have ideas in a more clear state of mind, but right now all he could focus on was you, and only you.
You were his concern. You were his priority.
Since words did not seem to get through with you, he positioned himself beside you, pulling you into a hug. His embrace was all you needed. His gesture made everything else locked up inside of you spill out, your sobbing growing louder and the tears trickled down your face endlessly. You held onto him, all of your strength gripping onto the garments he wore. It was as if everything would crumble if you were to let go of him. He only held you closer to his chest, cradling you in his arms as he whispered delicate, meaningful words into your ears. His fingers ran through your hair, untangling any knots they came across.
Kaveh’s words and comfort never ceased. Even when you had finally calmed down, tears no longer slipping from your eyes, he remained by your side. With the emotions from the nightmare slowly slipping away, your state of mind was less fogged up. You felt…a little lighter, after letting everything out. You unclenched your fists, finally returning the hug your beloved had been giving you for who knows how long. He never slipped away from your touch. In fact, he’s delighted every time he finds his hands in yours. He’s joyful every time you share a moment together. He’s always there for you. Your presence- the entirety of your being made him believe that things can truly take a change for the better, and he believed that this future he had with you was the most significant, precious, and memorable part of his life. He wouldn’t have it any other way.
Drowsiness slowly enveloped your body, but you didn’t want to fall asleep yet. You needed a glass of water. You needed maybe a little snack for yourself before sleeping again. You needed to exchange at least a few words with the blond man that held your delicate figure.
“Kaveh?”
You whispered, your voice a little hoarse.
He hummed in response, wishing for you to continue.
“Can we get up?”
He nodded. Pulling away slowly, he sat up, and you followed. You both slid off the bed.
Kaveh held you close to him, refusing to let you go. He knew you needed the company of another, especially right after what happened. Clueless with what made you cry so much, all he could think of was making you happy. He wouldn’t pry about the dream right now though, he knew you weren’t in the state to answer questions pertaining to the topic. Perhaps he’d ask you in the morning.
“Is there…something you’d like to do?”
His voice broke the silence, his gaze set on your figure. Your eyes locked with his scarlet painted irises. They held so much fondness in them.
There was always something about those eyes of his. They tend to put you in a trance. You always got lost in them.
Somehow…they made you feel more secure. It made you feel like someone always had your back, like someone always had eyes on the road ahead, to make sure that wherever you 2 decided to go, it would be the safest, and most peaceful journey.
Your mind kept wandering, almost leaving you in a blank state. And that was evident when the other spoke again, snapping you out of your thoughts. His expression held the slightest hint of confusion, his head tilted to the side ever so slightly.
“…y/n?”
“Oh. Sorry…can we get water? Maybe a snack too?”
Smiling at your request, he nodded.
Guiding you to the kitchen and pantry, you noticed you had fully calmed down now. No more tears, no more heavy feelings in the heart. You felt almost content, even. Kaveh had something to do with it. And though he was quite clueless with what to do at the start, his efforts paid off, as you were standing by his side, the both of you walking slowly. The air around you was peaceful, no weight in the deepest parts of your being. You both were at the same pace, and your mind wandered again as you thought of what to eat. You didn’t want to cook, so you racked your brain for what could be in the fridge, or if there were any cookies left in the jar. That would go well with milk, wouldn’t it?
Kaveh slipped away from your grasp, as he went and turned the kitchen lights on. He gave you a certain look that he’d give you once in a while. You sat down by a nearby stool, right by the counter, knowing that what he wanted to convey was that you could rely on him to do the rest. You’d voice out your little snack order when he returns.
Setting a cold glass before you, he asked if you had any other requests. He seemed like your personal bartender, and this thought entertained you. You laughed lightly before pointing towards the cookie jar.
“Let’s share”
“Ah! I’ll get some milk to pair with it. We have some in the fridge. Give me a moment, dear”
And off he went. It seems that his mood has heightened, and so has yours. All previous events slipped from your thoughts, now replaced with the uplifting situation at hand. A peaceful midnight snack with just the person you needed.
He returned with 2 glasses of milk and the jar. He seems to have taken a sip of the milk already, as a faint white mustache sat just above his lips. You chuckled, leaving him confused until you pointed out the milk that rested on his face. His cheeks were dusted with red hues, the man turning around to get a piece of tissue to wipe off the milk.
You both continued to have lighthearted conversations, no traces of any negative feelings were to be found around you both.
You found yourself resting your head on your folded arms, which were rested on the countertop. Sleepiness was finally taking over, your conversations with the tall man by your side now coming to a close. He nudged you, waking you a little. The blond man told you that it was time for you both to return upstairs, before you fall asleep in the kitchen. He didn’t want that. You’d wake to neck pain and wouldn’t be able to sleep comfortably. You sluggishly got up, eyes half closed, leaning onto kaveh as he guided you once more. The 2 of you slowly made your way to the room.
“Thank you.”
You said quietly, sitting on the bed you both shared. Those words were genuine, truthful, and you conveyed that so well. You saw Kaveh smile, fondness dancing in his eyes knowing that you meant those words. He was glad. He was able to help you, and he was thankful that he was able to push through and give you what you needed. You appreciated his efforts. You really did.
You moved towards him, the architect tilting his head, curious as to what you wanted to say next. No words slipped out though, as you leaned in and gave him a kiss on the cheek. Red dusted his cheeks.
You could only chuckle a little at his reaction. Back then, it would be a particularly rare sight to see the architect red faced. That only happens when he’s extremely drunk. But now that you’ve held his heart captive, he always melts whenever you do something to fluster him. Whenever you do something to stir the warmth inside of him. It works every single time and he can’t get enough of it. He’d never admit that though, and try to put up a front with whatever remaining confidence he’d have in him. Moments like that never failed to make you laugh.
After turning off the lights, the both of you slid under the sheets, getting comfortable as the drowsiness nips at your senses again. The both of you were as close as ever, your head rested on his chest as he wrapped his arms around you, just as he did before. You felt a wave of peace wash over you, and right then and there you knew that you’d have no trouble sleeping through the night.
You held onto kaveh, the blond man being the only one you wish to see in your dreams, and in your reality.
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