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#11. Inside The Mysterious Cube (Part Two)

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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.