#bf!vox

[llllll-lana]

BF!Vox x GN!Kindred (Reader) SFW AU

Vox is glued to the game, and Kindred are glued to him, sitting cosily in his lap. Despite the stuffy space of Vox's booth (and his naturally high body temperature), Kindred get cold – Vox knows what to do.

Tags: SFW, second person POV, AU, Fluff, Established relationship.

Note: The work is focused on fictional characters (Kindred as the clan/generalized character and Vox himself). Treat my works only as a source of comfort or entertainment. Thank you. Enjoy!

Another lazy free Sunday has marked the calendar, and ever since your boyfriend's favourite game has released Leagues, he's been using any free minute to hop on the grind. You know how much he loves this game, and just like Vox respects your hobbies, you do the same for him.

After all, it's just another chance for you to crawl onto your lover's lap like a pet to enjoy those simple quiet moments together, to take a breather from any stress, to "run away" from any responsibilities, and most importantly, to get a little bit closer to Vox.

So just like that, your boyfriend is sat in his gaming chair, the golden eyes locked on the screen, his long black hair with the prettiest highlights of red tied into a low but neat ponytail by you carefully. Wearing his favourite grey sweatpants and an oversized white sweater that YOU really like, Vox reminds you of a big teddybear, perfect for you to cuddle – which you are doing at the moment.

Hands clutching at your lover's waist, you're seated in his lap, your whole body grouped into a tiny fuzzball of warmth, your head resting on Vox's shoulder; his personal emotional support in the form of the most beautiful person he has ever laid his eyes upon. Of course, no loss or victory in boss fights goes without kisses that you're always happy to provide, almost kicking your legs after seeing Vox's sated face each time.

However, in your boyfriend's booth – quite an enclosed and limited space without proper air circulation that tends to become really hot! – you slowly feel freezing, despite wearing your comfy home clothes and enjoying Vox's body warmth through the layers of fabric.

You crawl closer to Vox, tucking your legs beneath yourself, while your whole body nuzzles against Vox on its own, a light shiver rolling along your limbs. As you hide your face in Vox's hot neck, he perks up and turns to you:

'Hm? Babe, are you okay?' His voice is honey-sweet.

'I'm cold...' you murmur into the fair skin, running your hands under Vox's top; your ice cold hands almost make him twitch at how sudden it was.

'Cold?' The man repeats before he presses his lips to your forehead, trying to figure out whether you have a fever or not.

A quick touch doesn't bring any results but the desire to leave a gentle kiss as well, but then Vox takes a pause from the game. He's surprised at how you're cold in the place where he usually sweats his balls off, but doesn't say much.

'Would you like me to grab a blanket?'

'NO,' comes an immediate protest while you grip onto your boyfriend with all your strength, clinging to him like a monkey – you have no desire to let him go. The whole reaction bursts with cuteness overload in Vox's chest, so he chuckles, surrendering to his beloved one.

'Alright fine,' he starts, scooping you into his arms. 'Stay still, love.'Still having you in his lap, Vox pulls back to take his sweater off and put it on you gently.

'Here you go, just like this,' he murmurs, pulling your arms through the sleeves as the sweater cocoons you.

Living with Vox, breathing, eating, and sleeping with Vox is what you do 24/7, so you're used to his presence, his warmth, his scent. But now , strangely, it feels like he's EVERYWHERE, like a cloud surrounding you and filling you with him until there's nothing of your own left.

Immediately, all the chill crawling above your body, disappears. Snug and cosy, you relax in Vox's arms again, inhaling the scent his sweater is soaked with: some spicy perfume, a bit of fruity bodywash, a note of gamer sweat, and something else; something musky, manly, intimate.

The combination of Vox's perfume mixed with his natural body scent has always driven you crazy, so all you do is lean in your seat against Vox's cheat, tugging the sleeves to cover your palms before bringing them closer to your face to inhale more. Not to mention how huge the sweater looks on your frame, and something about the size difference between you and your lover also tickles your brain.

Vox seems to enjoy it as well, getting distracted from the game every here and there to nudge his face forward to your nape – dry lips are barely touching the vertebrae, Vox's hot breath tickling your skin with both anticipation and need. He sniffs you, and he has to fight so hard all the dirty thoughts – something about how your scent mixes with his own, sweet notes dominated by his musky ones, activates his possessive side.

Like an animal marking its territory, he has marked you in his own way simply by putting his sweater on you, and is about to leave another mark, this time more visible.

'You know, being able to smell myself on you is extremely hot,' Vox grazes his fangs on your nape, the sharp whites gently marking the skin. 'I love it so much.'

'You know like no one else how much I love your scent,' You guide Vox's left hand to your waist. 'And you also know that I'm yours, right?'

Vox's grip is caring yet greedy, and his kisses on your nape get too intense.

'Mine,' A kiss. 'And no one else's,' Another kiss. 'Only mine.'

Leaving his game AFK, Vox wraps both arms around your waist, his palms resting on your hips, and you turn to face him, your fingers grabbing Vox's chin to pull him up for a long kiss on the lips.

'How am I supposed to play when you're here on my lap, all so sexy and smelling so good and so mine?' Vox smiles in between the kisses, kneading your thighs like a big cat.

'Not my fault,' you giggle, feeling how hot, in fact, the air has gotten inside the booth.

The end. ♥️🧥

[llllll-lana]

BF!Vox x GN!Kindred (reader) NSFW AU (inspired by the clip)

The clip: https://x.com/llllll_lana/status/1945586641793356210?t=M9LchvicINFb4CC8PANz7g&s=19

When you leave your boyfriend alone at home while you're at work, calls during lunchtime is a regular thing. This time, never have you imagined a casual talk will go that far.

Tags: NSFW, second person POV, AU, Established relationships, fluff, smut.

Note: The work is focused on fictional characters (Kindred as the clan/generalized character and Vox himself). Treat my works only as a source of comfort or entertainment. Thank you. Enjoy!

The drowsy ticking of a clock, a monotonous noise of the copy machine printing pages for the upcoming meeting, quiet buzz of the air conditioner; the typical atmosphere of your office, currently empty as the retreating footsteps and fading chatter mark the start of lunchtime.

Alone in your cubicle now, you relax back in the chair, hands behind your head in a resting position as you sign with some accumulated exhaustion from the morning. However, a break in total silence and peace would definitely give you more energy to go on with the rest of the day.

Reaching for your bag, you take a lunchbox out of it; nothing feels as comforting as some homemade food, especially prepared in advance by your boyfriend Vox. He's made sure to wake up very early to make your favorite food for you, and the realization brings a smile to your face.

The food is still warm, vegetables are cut in uneven but cute shapes and stars, and Vox even drew a heart using some sauce; you almost feel sorry for having to eat it, made with genuine love – you can feel it with the first bite, warmth spreading on your tongue and in your soul.

Your favourite tunes playing in the headphones, you're enjoying the food while tapping your foot to the beat, thinking about Vox again – when you had to leave for work, he was asleep.

"Is he awake now? I wonder what he's doing..." thoughts circulating in your mind.

As if reading your thoughts, Vox calls you this exact moment, startling you as you're trying to chew the food faster – and it's not just a call but a videocall, so seeing your boyfriend still sleepy in bed would be the most delightful addition to your meal.

Pressing the right button, you look at the screen as your expectations come right – the daylight pouring from behind the curtains, lighting it up to a not so bright but cosy enough level, sunrays dancing delicately on the bare sculptured and defined frame, messy black and red hair tossed all over the pillow, and only a thin white sheet covering the lower part of his body; Vox squints his golden eyes to the camera, still drowsy and not fully awakened after a sweet nap – like a soft teddybear you would love to cuddle to sleep now.

"Good morning, babe", Vox rasps, his voice reminding a bass string smoothly pulled as it creates a low soothing sound. It's obvious how much he's fighting the urge to go back to sleep – yet calling you was the first thing he wanted to do after waking up immediately.

"Sometimes even good afternoon is a good morning indeed," you giggle, staring at the screen with the need to imprint such sweet view on the sacred back of your mind. "Did you have a good rest?"

Vox turns over, now resting on his left side, his face closer to the camera.

"It doesn't feel good without you," he murmurs, plump lips pouted in a sulky expression.

"Aww..." You blow a kiss into the camera for Vox that he catches eagerly, his eyes bearing the most gentle gaze. "Just wait a bit, and I'm all yours tonight and for tomorrow's day off."

"You're always all mine, remember that?" Vox winks at you, turning over in the sheets again as the cover slips away from his torso, the fit muscles and smooth lines of his naked body making your mouth water. "But anyway, how's been your day so far? Tell me everything."

Despite this morning has been pretty much uneventful, apart from the morning meeting, you had a presentation (which you've been worried sick about, but Vox was cheering and helping you to prepare as much as possible) that went surprisingly even better than you have expected.

While you're telling Vox all the details about the presentation and your colleagues' reaction, you hear a weird noise – some fabric rustle followed by a faint "brrrr" of skin to skin, somehow reminding you of a door stopper. And Vox surely notices that startled look of yours.

"Kindred, are you alone in the office now?" he asks in a suggestive tone, licking his lips.

"Yeah, everyone's out for lunch... Why?" Dirty thoughts already crawling, your gaze falls down at the floor, you hear a shaky breath vibrating into your ear through the headphones.

"I just miss you exceptionally much this morning, he does too," Vox lowers the phone, the camera showing his broad chest further down to his flat stomach and the line of black hair trailing to his erected cock, its swollen tip glistening in the clear light.

It's more than flattering to see that YOU are the reason his body acting like this, but at the same time you wish you were there by his side, helping with his morning wood using your mouth instead; you're dazed by Vox's length in its glory, throbbing and yearning for you.

"Just... Just please, keep talking, I'll take care of it, please Kindred..." Vox's needy voice makes your insides flutter, your legs crossed to hold and endure the natural reaction of your body to such lewd display. You bring your phone closer, covering the mic with your palm:

"Fine, but let's be quick, the lunchbreak is almost over..." You murmur, continuing that talk about the presentation. In the meantime, time is relentless, and your colleagues might come at any point soon – the thrill makes both you and Vox even more heated, but unlike Vox, all you can do is sit, squirming in your chair while listening to the private "concert" of the most exquisite moans and grunts, mixed with the wet jerking noises, the rustle of sheets, and Vox's frenzied "Yeah, baby, keep going, just a bit more" in between until his face is buried into the pillow, muffling the guttural groan of release, his longing to feel you left hot and moist on his own palm spilling all over his stomach and thighs that only you can see.

"Kindred-" Vox's weak call is interrupted by the office door being open, the familiar chatter filling the room, the air suddenly feels more stuffy and heavy than before as you hurry to turn away, hiding deeper in your cubicle.

Vox giggles, seeing your obvious embarrassment but proceeds to go on, teasing you:

"The lunch was tasty, wasn't it, Kindred?"

"I swear, I'm gonna get you once I come home," you mutter into the mic as quiet as possible, all pent-up, but determined to get your sweet treat once you come home.

"Can't wait for that, darling," Vox's tongue twists out of his mouth in an obscene gesture before you end the call.

"Ehm... Kindred? Are you okay?" One of your colleagues, whose cubicle is next to yours, notices the thick blush on your face and your unfinished lunchbox on the desk with a curious look.

"Yeah, I had an important call, and the air conditioner seems to be not working properly!"

Your colleague seems to have believed in such excuse, although with a hint of suspicion but you turn away to the computer screen, pretending to be busy with work while begging for the day to be over as fast as possible – cause at the end of it, there's your handsome lover waiting for you to rest in his arms the way it's meant to be. Still, this little mischief energizes you to keep working harder – even at the cost of acquiring a suspecting colleague, but if only she knew that wasn't the first time you and Vox did the same.

The end.♥️

[llllll-lana]

BF!Vox x GN!Kindred (Reader) SFW AU – Part 2.

It's been a year since you and Vox have been texting each other, desperate to meet again.As the Valentine's Day approaches, Vox takes the matter into his hands and says the words he's been holding back.

[Part 1 is the previous post]

Tags: SFW, second person POV, AU, fluff, friends to lovers.

Note: The work is focused on fictional characters (Kindred as the clan/generalized character and Vox himself). Treat my works only as a source of comfort or entertainment. Thank you. Enjoy!

After an exhausting work day, coming home to a hot bath, hearty meal, and a soft welcoming bed feels like heaven. Having put on your nice pajamas, you have a seat at the night table for your favourite evening routine: skincare and a videocall to someone special – your friend Vox.

It's mind-boggling how the two of you casually met on the train, complete strangers from entirely different places, yet as you've been slowly discovering more about one another, you realised how alike you and Vox are. Even when no one wants or has the time to hear you out, Vox always offers his ears and kind advice without asking for anything in return. This is why you deeply cherish him as friend, but there's a sense of guilt buried deep down: you don't like him just as a friend. So selfishly, you desire for more, scared that it's not mutual.

So, you keep your lips sealed about it for now, waiting for the right moment or signs. And the whole year passes by, filled with hundreds of messages, calls, selfies and photos shared. A part of you senses that Vox doesn't view you just as a friend, praying for it to be true.

However, another one would rather have it unchanged, afraid to lose Vox even just as friend forever.

The one who's been occupying your mind, pulls you out of consuming thoughts by a videocall – your eyes light up simply after having noticed a familiar icon and name.

Pressing the accept button, you place the phone in front of you so that you could continue with the night skincare, while Vox seems to be seated in his office, fresh and well-rested to start his day. The dim lights of your bedroom, your silky pajamas and a hairband contrasting Vox's minimalistic work booth, his neat low ponytail and a white shirt, brightened by his favourite red cardigan, makes the whole atmosphere so homely despite hundreds, thousands of kilometres separating you apart; it's almost like Vox is in the same room with you.

'How's your day been, sunshine?' Vox asks, his face filling the entire screen, and it's difficult not to feel butterflies, swarming in your stomach at the mere gaze upon Vox's warm smile. You sigh in a weary manner, raking your fingers through the hair. 'A rough one today, huh?'

'The Valentine's Day is only in a month, but I'm already so fed up with all of this!' By an irritated raise of your eyebrows, Vox gets that it's gonna be a long talk, and you definitely are in need of letting it out. He likes listening to you, finding some comfort in your voice. 'The shops are filled with the theme stuff, and there are so many couples around, and my colleagues are being really unbearable about it!' You continue, applying some face cream with much vigour and anger that earns a giggle out of Vox's lips.

"Cute," he thinks.

'And I'm too single for this!' You pout, your frowning expression amusing Vox even further. You know he's not judging or mocking you, but his reaction drives you to the need of pinching him. 'Gonna order a ton of takeout and stay home alone for that entire day, I swear.'

'I wish I was there to spend the Valentine's Day with you, so that you don't feel so alone,' Vox murmurs, so unbothered and relaxed as if it doesn't makes his heart go crazy like yours, your heartbeat speeding up over a hundred.

'Um... I...' Thick blush invading your cheeks, you rush to turn around, faking the need to grab something from the farthest corner of your room. 'I mean, that would be very nice... I want to see you again, honestly.'

'Me too. I miss your pretty face every single day.'

'But...!' Your voice breaks. 'You see my face every day!'

'I know, but seeing you in flesh feels way more different than seeing you through the camera,' Vox relaxes in his armchair, a pair of golden eyes blinking directly at yours.

'I... Yeah,' is the only thing you muster, too flustered by how emotional this conversation has become.

'Maybe I should take a mini-vacation and fly all the way to you,' Vox hums in a suggestive tone, twirling a loose red strand of hair onto his finger. 'I kinda need to have a break and travel around.'

'Don't pressure yourself to fly here only because of me!' You protest, but your heart is screaming with happiness at the chance of Vox travelling to your country. 'But I'd be very happy to be your guide and show you all the nicest places around.'

The conversation flows into the deep of the night; you can't stop describing different places of interest, your favourite restaurants, and culturally meaningful spots to Vox while he's carefully listening, his mind already settled on buying the tickets and finally telling you the truth – the truth he's been hiding from the very day he saw your face.

***

With bright morning rays of the sun, you squint your eyes as a loud buzz wakes you up. Apparently, last night you fell asleep with the phone in your hand again as it has already happened before: it's become a habit to fall asleep to Vox's videocall. Unlocking the screen, you notice a few unread messages from Vox:

Immediately, they're followed by a photo of a plane ticket: from the UK to... YOUR country?

Your eyes widening in seconds, you almost fall off the bed, dialing Vox this very second for a videocall.

'Explain yourself, mister,' Your voice still super sleepy, your hair messy against the pillow, your frame wrapped in the blanket, you find Vox in his own bed as well, and you both giggle at how comical you two look.

'Hehe, like I said, I want to travel. But most importantly, I want to see you, so get ready. You promised to be my guide,' He winks.

***

The day when you finally get to see Vox again is remarkably great, warm sun welcoming everyone who's arriving. You're nervously shifting from one foot to another, waiting for him at the airport's entrance, your eyes seeking for a familiar face in the crowd.

'Kindred!' comes from afar, so you follow the deep voice, your feet picking up the pace as you run, pushing through passers-by. So does Vox, long moments of waiting bursting into impatience. You both have missed each other tremendously, needy to feel one another in an embrace.

The golden eyes get locked with yours just in a few meters away, and these last drops of energy are enough for you to jump into Vox's arms, clinging on him with your legs around his waist. In the most gentle manner, he picks you up, making sure not to be too rude with his touch.

'I have something to tell you,' Vox starts in a few good minutes of the hug before carefully placing you on the ground, your gaze levelled with his own. 'I wanted to say this later, when the right moment comes, but I don't think I can wait any longer.'

Your heart skips a beat.

Vox takes a deep breath, biting his lower lip as he's finding the right words to say but you get him back to the reality with a soft stroke on his coat – he captures your palm into his, as warm as you remember.

'You're scaring me,' you joke it off, trying to ease the tension.

'You don't know how scared I am to be saying this,' Vox chuckles, shaking his head before he lets out a confident exhale. 'Well. No matter what I'm going to say, promise you'll still be my friend.'

You stick out your pinky, grabbing Vox's one in an unwavering oath.

'I promise.'

His lips are stretched in a cheerful smile; the most beautiful one you've even seen, and you wonder if you could ever be as brave as he is. Maybe it is the time to be brave too.

'So...' Vox holds it, his cheeks are turning visibly pink. 'Fuck it. I think I really like you, and-'

"Like you."

Two words are echoing like a thud in your ears, and suddenly the noisy crowded airport becomes silent: it's only you, your shaking heart, and Vox next to you. You swear you can hear his heart jumping out of the chest as well. But you don't let him finish.

Instead, you take a step closer, standing on the tiptoes to catch Vox's lips in a shy kiss. Your eyes are shut, lashes trembling in the sweet moment while the man next to you has his own wide-open. That doesn't last for long, though – wrapping his arm around your waist, Vox kisses you back: harder, deeper, until there's no oxygen in your lungs, until he is your oxygen.

The end.💝🍫

Happy Valentine's Day, Kindred! I hope this little story could bring some love and warmth to you on this day, comments and feedback are appreciated as always. I love you <3

[llllll-lana]

BF!Vox x GN!Kindred (Reader) SFW AU – Part 1.

After an exciting trip to the UK, you are on the train back to the airport – a casual conversation you have with a handsome stranger there sparks up a new fateful acquaintance.

Tags: SFW, second person POV, AU, inspired by Before Sunrise 1995, strangers to friends/lovers.

Note: The work is focused on fictional characters (Kindred as the clan/generalized character and Vox himself). Treat my works only as a source of comfort or entertainment. Thank you. Enjoy!

The hour is too early in the morning, and the station dispatcher's voice is flowing in a monotonous rhythm through the light chatter-filled air while you're looking at the schedule panel. You take a deep breath, inhaling the unique smell of a place that differs from your home.

The past week has been quite an adventure in the country you haven't visited before; luckily, you managed to save up some money and courage to finally travel to the land of your dreams – the UK – and visit your friends who guided you around, making this experience unforgettable.

Alas, today is the day to say goodbye and fly home as you admit with a bittersweet feeling and a quick glance at the screen – your train to the airport has arrived. A suitcase in one hand, your ticket and documents in another, you step inside with a smile, looking for the seat.

As people keep coming on board, there are only a few passengers waiting for the departure in the coach where your seat is in, much to your surprise. Walking past the seats in search of yours, you notice someone's top of the head, relaxed against the padded back of the seat.

"What an unusual mix of colours," A thought goes through your mind, finding something especially charming about the way that person's black and red hair is peeking out of the seat.

'49, 50, 51... Oh, 52!' You mumble to yourself as you finally find your designated spot.

When your gaze is lifted up from the ticket, you see that very person whose hairstyle got much to your liking just a moment ago: a young-looking man. Looks like his seat is right next to yours, but it's the aisle one; you have booked the window one to admire the views.

The good-looking stranger who has been scrolling through his phone, notices your presence and casts a warm smile before he stands up.

'Do you need any help with your luggage?' the young man asks, nodding at your heavy suitcase, and you see no reason to refuse his kind help.

When the suitcase is secured, and you're comfortable with a small backpack on your lap, you quickly rummage through all the necessities in search of your earbuds.

'You aren't from here, are you?' The stranger turns to you, easing the atmosphere with a casual question.

'Is it that obvious?' Smiling, you continue to go through the stuff in the bag, your earbuds are still nowhere to be found.

'Your accent is very cute,' the man politely replies. It's only then when you shift your focus up at the stranger's face – immediately stunned by his eyes.

A summery tone of gold, a clear dawn above the still waters, a shiny sunlight ray; it is impossible to describe his eyes with a word.

"Stop staring at him, you dumb, he'll think you're weird," Your mind is yelling at you, so you avert your gaze off the man's face at once.

'Oh, thank you!' You try to respond to the compliment as politely and calmly as possible before remembering to find the goddamn earbuds. 'F-f-f-fuck...' A quiet frustrated breathe escapes your lips, but the stranger hears it crystal clear. He giggles. 'It's either they're somewhere in the suitcase, or I've left them at their place,' A perspective of being on a train and then later on a plane without the earbuds upsets you. Surely they're somewhere in the suitcase.

The handsome stranger comes with help again:

'Here,' He fishes an earbud case of the pocket, offering one to you. 'I love listening to music on the train too.'

'You're so kind,' You accept the earbud, sticking it into the left ear so that you can hear him with your right one. The black and red-haired stranger only nods.

His music taste appears to be sophisticated as the majority of songs is unfamiliar to you, but you have to admit that the tracks create the right ambience for travelling. The lyrics resonate with your own personal experiences, too. The stranger... got you interested in him.

'How do you find the UK? Did you enjoy it or not?' The man unbuttons his black coat while you don't even notice that the train has departured, your attention drawn to the captivating individual next to you.

'I LOVE it,' And that's true. 'The views, the history, the culture...' As memories of your trip are passing by, you hold a chuckle. 'But the food... Very peculiar.'

The stranger laughs along with you.

'Understandable, but at least you enjoyed the views, glad to hear that.'

The dialogue fades as fast as it started but you want it to keep burning.

'Also, could you please go back to the previous track? I haven't heard it before but I'd like to search it up and add it to my playlist later,' One hand propping your chin, you lean comfortably closer to the golden-eyed stranger.

'Glad you asked! I LOVE this band.'

The way he mimicks your excitement responds with warmth in your soul, and you both dive into a conversation about music so long that it's easy to lose the track of time.

"We have the same opinions on this!" A thought slips inside two connected minds.

You talk, and talk, and talk about everything, as if you have been friends your entire lives. Even though there are some differences, none of you sees it as a problem. But the time and distance keep bringing you closer to an inevitable goodbye – at the end, you're just strangers.

'You haven't missed your stop, have you?' Concerned, you ask your "train friend" but he shrugs it away.

'Do you mind if I see you off at the airport? I don't want to say goodbye yet,' he confesses. The sun, pouring into the coach through the window, is illuminating his soft face.

'Not at all, I haven't met anyone that interesting to talk to for ages.'

For a moment, you want to believe how beautiful the world is, and how it isn't hopeless. This day hasn't started on a good note: you overslept, got into a traffic jam, and was so sad to leave your friends. But a random stranger, whose eyes remind you the sun, and whose music taste got you involved into an hours-long talk, and whose voice sounds so safe, has brightened it up so effortlessly.

"The world deserves more people like him," You think, enjoying this while it lasts.

***

The airport is overcrowded, overstimulating, and overwhelming with a looming sense of sadness, coming over you. The handsome stranger has kept his promise, as you're both standing next to each other at the gate entrance.

'All thanks to you, my train ride wasn't boring.'

'Same,' The young man replies, the same warmth radiating off his face. 'Well... Have a safe flight. If we're lucky, maybe we'll get to meet again some day.'

'I hope so,' You nod. 'Take care of yourself, and don't give up on your dream of being a film director.'

'I will do my best,' The man pulls a hand out of the coat's pocket, waving at you. 'Goodbye.'

'Goodbye!' You echo him quietly before turning around and heading to the gate. Somehow, you know you will hold this stranger in your memories forever. But a distant shout stops you:

'Wait!' It is him, running through the crowd to reach you as fast as possible. You have no idea of what is going on, and why he is returning, but your feet are almost stuck to the floor as you're unable to move. 'I have to do this, or otherwise I'll regret it my whole life.'

The black and red-haired man grabs a tiny notepad and a pen out of his bag, his trembling hands scribbling something on a piece of red paper.

'Please, call me as soon as you arrive,' He hands you the paper over – through the messy handwriting, you recognise a phone number. 'And to be honest,' Breathless, the stranger continues, 'I'd like to talk more to you.'

'I will,' You accept the number with a smile, pressing it close to your heart before waving one last goodbye, your lips moving in a silent "I promise".

***

Back in the apartment after a long flight, your suitcase still unpacked, you're pacing back and forth along the kitchen while holding a precious red note from that lovely stranger you've met on that train.

"To call or not to call? What if he is busy? What if he already forgot?"

This and many other possibilities are tormenting you. You are afraid this was nothing but a dream. Your shaky fingers type the number, the thumb is hovering over the call button.

"Fuck it, here goes nothing."

The button is pressed, and the beeping makes you so nervous.

'Hello?' Suddenly, a familiar voice greets you on the other side of the connection. The stranger hasn't lied about the number and actually picked up the phone – you can almost cry from all the emotions.

'I just realised you haven't actually told me your name,' You tease him.

He recognises your voice, a raspy chuckle sounds sleepy.

'The same goes to you. Let's say it on count three, ready? 1,2,3!'

'I'm Kindred!'

'I'm Vox!'

Both voices blend into a loud melody, laughs following it. And this is how it all began.

The end.♥️🚉

[llllll-lana]

BF!Vox x GN!Kindred (Reader) SFW AU

"Strawberry-tinted Kisses, Laughs, and Tickles", Or a story about how your boyfriend 👹 needs to put on some lipbalm on his dry lips but accidentally mistakes one with a tinted lipstick – he loves your reaction.

Tags: SFW, second person POV, AU, Established relationships, fluff.

Note: The work is focused on fictional characters (Kindred as the clan/generalized character and Vox himself). Treat my works only as a source of comfort or entertainment. Thank you. Enjoy!

Another cosy evening, spent in front of the TV, paints you and your boyfriend Vox enjoying each other's warmth. While Vox's head is resting on your lap, his entire tall figure curled up in the couch, your back is pressed against the cushions in a relaxed sitting position.

In between the heated discussion of a movie you're currently watching, you're playing with Vox's silky hair, black shiny locks being curled on your finger or done into neat braids – to which Vox almost hums in delight, his golden eyes so shiny that they dazzle you.

As it is natural, not only your beloved one likes talking a lot, but also he makes the cutest noises: just like now, Vox is popping his lips unconsciously before turning a bit to face you – somehow, his beauty stuns you even more from such angle as he's looking at you from below.

'Hmm, suddenly my lips feel so dry,' Vox murmurs, his hand finding its way to grab yours and interwine each other's fingers. He pops his lips one more time, licking them quickly but you interrupt him – lowering your head, you lean down as close as possible to Vox's face.

Before Vox is able to realise it, the sudden intimacy and a fruity scent are followed by a long deep kiss – a sparkly taste of your strawberry-scented lipbalm tastes extra sweet on Vox's lips so he closes his eyes, a wave of gentle blush colouring his cheeks.

Smearing some lipbalm off your lips onto your boyfriend's own, you pull back, smiling at a thin trail of saliva now connecting you and how bold your move has been: even Vox hasn't expected it, turning rosy-red that it makes your heart ache for how adorable he is, blinking at you.

'Waow...' Vox can only muster, still getting to his senses after such a passionate gesture of affection. He puckers up, popping his lips again to spread the moisture but it seems to be not enough. 'That's a... really nice lipstick, it smells so good,' your boyfriend purrs.

'You can use it if you like,' You offer with a warm smile, ruffling your lover's hair one more time, swaying his long black and red bangs off his forehead to leave a quick peck on the pale skin. 'It's on the mirror shelf in the bathroom.'

Vox pecks your lower lip in response.

'Be right back, love,' He abandons the comfort of your lap to head straight into the bathroom, his steps fast and giddy.

Among the variety of chapsticks on the shelf, he finds one – a little strawberry-coloured tube, so he grabs it without any further thinking.

Applying some sweetness onto his dry lips on his way back to the living room, Vox doesn't bother to look into the mirror, placing the little tube on the coffee table in front of the couch. Somehow, the scent of this lipstick seems different but he pays no much attention to that, puckering up and spreading the soft moisture. You glance at Vox only to return your gaze back when you notice something that makes you giggle instantly.

'I think you've got the wrong one, sweetheart,' A huge smile spread across your face, you move closer to smear some lipstick off Vox's lower lip with a thumb – juicy-red colour makes a sticky layer under your fingertip. 'But you look super pretty nonetheless.'

'I am very bonita, ain't I?' The entire humour of this situation only sets Vox with a smug look on his handsome face – he's up to something.

Vox leans closer, pinning you down into the couch with the weight of his body as he's hovering above you – the red highlights in his hair fit his strawberry-tinted lips and a faint blush.

'I've always wondered how it would feel to kiss someone all over with red lipstick on.'

He is breathing into your neck, freezing for a moment to tease you, his hand sliding underneath your pajamas. And just when you're ready to give in, expecting quite a passionate intimate time together, Vox proclaims:

'Kiss attack!' His lips land on your face in a series of fast smooches, the stubble and the speed of kisses making it tickle so much that you are wriggling underneath Vox in this sweet harmless "torture" – his fingers find your ribs to add more tickling, and now you're almost in tears while red lip marks are left on your body mercilessly.

'Vox! Vox, stop!' Through laughter and tears, you're pushing your boyfriend's shoulder but honestly? Despite being ticklish as hell, you don't want this moment to stop. Meanwhile, Vox is careful not to hurt you and stain the clothes, his lips touching just the right spots.

'This lipstick is a long-lasting one for sure,' Breathless, Vox pulls back from your overkissed neck to wipe some smeared red off the corners of his lips and chin.

'I don't think it would last too long though,' Hands wrapped around Vox's neck, you pull him back closer to you that your lips collide with each other again as you push your tongue inside Vox's mouth. Your legs wrapping around your lover's frame on their own, you move your palms lower to grab at the waistband on his sweatpants.

'Wanna test it out?' Gasping for air, Vox asks into your mouth, daring you to continue.

'Hell yeah,' And that is followed by the first pieces of clothing being tossed onto the floor, more strawberry-coloured marks blooming everywhere.

The end. 🍓♥️

Thank you for reading, all the feedback and comments are appreciated!

[llllll-lana]

BF!Vox x GN!Kindred (Reader) SFW AU

It's one of those days when you don't feel pretty enough, insecurities about your body and appearance spiraling into some mean thoughts. But luckily, Vox is by your side to reassure you.

Tags: SFW, second person POV, AU, Established relationships, fluff, angsty(?), hurt/comfort.

Note: The work is focused on fictional characters (Kindred as the clan/generalized character and Vox himself). Treat my works only as a source of comfort or entertainment. Thank you. Enjoy!

You have never loved your body –your own enemy staring at you in the mirror. It knows every single imperfection, every tiny flaw; it knows your worst weakness.

You have never liked your body –it has never looked as perfect as you wanted to: the proportions are not balanced enough, and the legs are not long enough, and the chest is not attractive enough, and all these ugly stretch marks, little pitiful scars, old spots, and... and... and...

The rising sun stretches its cheerful light across the bedroom, some playful beams running along the floor up to your frame. Now when you can see yourself in a full-length mirror clearly again, your mind keeps picking up more faults in the hunched frame, covered by nothing else but underwear.

A sound of running water subdued, but very calming at the same time, comes from the bathroom – your boyfriend Vox is taking his cool morning shower, and that's how anxiety crawls deeper into your thoughts.

You and Vox have been together for over 3 years now, and since then, it has been the happiest time of your life. Yet the mean inner monster, gnawing at you somewhere deep inside, asks you over and over again:

"Why does he love you? How can he love someone like you? Don't you think how disgusted he must feel while looking at... this?"

Your gaze slides across the reflection. No matter how hard you have tried to escape from these thoughts, they never go.

And you hate it, hate your own helplessness, and... if Vox should ever turn his loving eyes to the dispising ones at you, you would hate it more than anything.

'Darling?'

A certain low and dear to your heart voice breaks through the thick shroud of your thoughts; it belongs to one else but Vox himself, a hinch of confusion drowning in the ocean of sweetness. Fresh out of the shower, your boyfriend is drying his long wet hair with a towel, a pair of his favorite pajama pants hanging on the thighs. All trembling because of that merciless devil of self-consciousness, you haven't noticed that Vox has already approached you closely, his arm wrapping around your waist in a comforting manner when he leans closer to leave a gentle kiss on your bare shoulder.

'Good morning, did I wake you up?' he continues, the warmth of his body dispelling the dark clouds within your mind. You elevate the gaze up at your man, meeting two stars of clear gold watching you with so much love that you can almost feel its honey sweetness on your tongue. At the same time, Vox's fingers are stroking your stomach in a slow gentle motion before they slide down to the curve of your pelvic bone. Soft and hot fingertips are brushing against the very spot, all marred by stretch marks, in the most calm manner while Vox is peppering your temple with a chain of kisses, when it goes through you like a jolt of lightning as you almost flinch in his embrace.

"He must have been forcing himself to do this. He probably hates these ugly marks."

'Morning,' You snuggle into Vox's chest, still moist, and sigh heavily. Still, the aroma of fruit bodywash and his own natural scent calm you down little by little. 'No, not at all, I have just woken up because I felt your absence next to me.'

'Aw, Kindred,' Vox cooes, leaving the towel hanging on his shoulders so that he is able to hug you with both arms, catching your smaller figure into the tight lock of his embrace, 'always missing me even when I'm gone just for a couple of minutes. So cute.'

Your own hands reciprocate the hug, by their own will clutching at Vox's back. He feels so safe, like a shield capable to protect you from an arrow, or a home giving you shelter from any cold or storm this complicated world has to offer sometimes. That's why a mere thought of losing him terrifies you.

'Since today's your day off, and I have no other plans either, let's stay in bed and cuddle a bit longer, please...' Vox whispers into the top of your head, his lips pressing into your hair in a long kiss. By the way his arms are still locked around you, he seems reluctant to let you go, but it's not that you would ever mind that anyway.

'I'd love that,' you respond quietly with a nod, and you both take your steps back to bed, stumbling and tangling each other's legs, laughing as you do so until your backs hit against the comfy sheets.

You get closer to Vox immediately, allowing him to scoop you even more into his arms until there is so space left between the two of you, your bodies connected like a pair of puzzle pieces. The city is slowly waking up outside, noises of the busy life coming through the window, but at the moment your cheek is pressed into Vox's chest, his steady heartbeat and calm breathing blocking any loud noises. If you could, you would stay with him like that for the whole eternity. And your boyfriend's palms, caressing your sides every here and there, are bringing you back to life, back to this very second as you feel it. Vox pulls back, his black and red hair all over the pillow, when he stares down at you, looking into your eyes longingly. His irides are glowing, just like his beautiful face, the corners of his lips curved in a small smile when he suddenly asks:

'By the way, is everything okay?' Your boyfriend continues to run his fingers across your back, tenderness in every little scratching he does.

You lift your head up to look back at him, silent wondering too obvious in the glance – how did he find out? Yet at the same time, you realise how sweet it has always been of him to catch every single mood swing, and to be so caring and considerate whenever something happened to you. Vox can notice that without hearing anything said out loud, he can read you like an open book, flipping the pages and reading in between the lines as he savours every single word from it.

'Nothing...' you murmur, choosing to bury your face into Vox's chest again, hiding the eyes that starting to become watery with tears. Your suppressed emotions will burst out at any point now, a heavy lump in your throat making your voice slightly shaking. 'It's just one of those days when I think how ugly and unworthy of your love I am.'

Never ever you have seen Vox's hands travel so fast from your back up to your face, cupping both of your cheeks to make you look up him, your entire face being squished by his huge warm hands while he's gazing at you with the utmost honesty.

'And I love reminding you how worthy, beautiful, gorgeous, absolutely stunning you are every single time, every single day, darling,' Your boyfriend's thumbs are caressing the skin, drying a few lone tears off your lower eyelids. 'I could speak poetry about you and your body —from head to toe— for hours.'

Vox carefully carries you off his chest onto the sheets, towering above you instead so as to give himself proper access to your frame, now completely exposed to his golden eyes. He leans down closer, nuzzling into the top of your head to inhale the scent and hum with delight.

'I love your hair, always so silky smooth, always smells so nice,' He takes a deep breath, almost unable to have enough of the sweetness. 'Even though I sometimes use your shampoo, my hair doesn't smell as nice as yours.'

Seeing a small smile on your lips feels like a little win for Vox so he continues, moving his lips lower to your face. Slowly, he takes some time to kiss every wrinkle, every old blemish, every tiny freckle making you squint your eyes — these are just gentle kisses, but such moment of closeness makes you feel very shy.

'I love your face and your lips', the last word is murmured into your mouth as Vox catches it into a deep kiss, tongues interwining not for too long: Vox still has many more spots to kiss.

'Your eyes that make my day when I wake up, your lips turning into a smile that makes me feel like I'm the luckiest man on earth.'

As you keep listening to your boyfriend's soothing voice seeping into your mind, the heavy thunderstorm clouds seem to clear over your head almost. Meanwhile Vox continues his praises to your body, making sure no centimetre of it remains unloved or unnoticed.

'Your neck...' Hot breathing tickles the spot where your pulse is beating right into Vox's lips, his fingers grasping at your waist gently. 'Your collarbones and chest... Nature has put lots of love when it created such perfection,' Delicate palms move higher to massage your chest in slow circles.

Vox rubs the tip of his nose along the cleavage before leaving a chain of innocent kisses, his restless lips laying path down to your stomach. His rose gold eyes linger on the stretch marks — you have always considered those to be the ugliest part of your body — and you hide your face in your own palms, your body starting to curl in a protective manner so as to not let Vox look at it. If only you could have seen his face, filled with sympathy and will to help, when Vox's lips pampered those marks with more kisses.

'They are a reminder of how strong you are, my darling. Life has been giving you difficult times, but you have never given up. You have endured all the pain, and you have grown as a person,' Your lover's calm voice is pouring into your ears, and the tears finally break through, your throat spasming with a few sobs of relief.

'They are sunrays dancing on the water, they are ferocious lightnings, heroic scars after rebirth and a weary fight. So beautiful,' Vox whispers, long fingers tracing the marks and drawing playful shapes on the skin. 'So soft and gentle, and — oh god! — how do you always smell so fucking good?'

Vox's breath feels hot against your pelvic bones while he is peppering them with fluttering kisses, long skillful fingers adoring your curves with the utmost gentleness that you don't feel any disgust at yourself anymore. The body that you have been ashamed of all your life, is worshipped by someone you admire –and love– so much.

Vox rests atop of you, the weight of his body on yours feel like a heavy blanket, wrapping you up with the comforting sense of safety as he is connecting all the moles, dotted across your frame. Under Vox's touch, these tiny black dots form mesmerising constellations, with your boyfriend's golden eyes shining upon them like the sunrise.

'Your thighs and legs...' Vox goes on, grabbing your thighs so as to encourage you to wrap them around his waist in a tight lock. 'Not only I love how stunning they look shaking wide-spread in front of me or on my shoulders, but also how much power they hold to keep you going, and how you always get up of your feet no matter the difficulties.'

You squeeze Vox tighter, your arms buried in his hair in a loving gesture while you don't even bother to wipe the tears, now running freely along your cheeks – not because you're sad but quite on the contrary; such moment of intimacy feels like winning a huge jackpot of life, shared with your Kindred spirit.

'Until you learn to love yourself, I will love you for the two of us.' One final oath is whispered into your skin before you and Vox both fall asleep in each other's embrace.

The end.♥️

[llllll-lana]

BF!Vox x GN!Kindred (reader) SFW AU

Hi Kindred, it's your sweet fluffy story time!This one is inspired by Vox's latest audio tweet, where he sleepyaps, so... Here's an AU of BF!Vox x Kindred on their first night sleeping together, as Kindred discover that Vox is a sleeptalker.

Tags: SFW, second person POV, fluff, domesticity.

Note: The work is focused on fictional characters (Kindred as the clan/generalized character and Vox himself). Treat my works only as a source of comfort or entertainment. Thank you. Enjoy! ♥️

📩: hey babe, remember that i told you i was gonna get a new really expensive tv today?

💌: yeah, why?

📩: i just picked up the delivery, my big fucking tv is finally home. wanna come over and watch some movies together? xx

💌: omw :)

***

The daylight fades little by little, giving in to the sleepy twilight, before the night falls, covering everything with its starry dark blanket. But not only the city is slowly drifting off to sleep, you're dozing off in the comfort of your boyfriend's living room and arms.

The coffee table opposite the couch is stacked with a few empty pizza boxes, food delivery wraps, and mugs, whereas the bright TV light flashes across the room: it's another Breaking Bad episode that you didn't get to finish watching by yourself, and not even now.

Full, warm, safe under a big terrycloth blanket, you haven't noticed how you fell asleep on Vox's shoulder after a long day spent together. He just bought a new fancy TV, too eager to show it to you, so you didn't mind sharing the whole day off with your beloved boyfriend.

'Kindred?' as the episode reaches its end, Vox calls your name quietly, turning to face you. But his honey-thick voice isn't followed by any response, so he leans closer, noticing that your eyes are shut. 'Babe?' Vox asks gently again, stroking your cheek with an index finger.

'Hmm?' your sleepy hum earns a soft smile on Vox's face, his arm around your waist pulling you closer to him. Blinking, you stare up into Vox's eyes, two gems of gold shining in the night.

'It's getting really late...' the young man plants a tender kiss on your forehead.

'Hmm...' more tired hums leave your lips as you squint at the sweet gesture of Vox's affection. If only you could spend the whole life like that, all cozy by his side.

'Should I call you the taxi?' Vox murmurs, his long fingers playing with your hair. Should he really...?

'But I don't wanna...' you wrap your hands around Vox's neck, whining in a protest which can't but make Vox chuckle. And barely having any lights on in the room is Vox's advantage since he can easily hide a pleased blush on his face – he doesn't want to let you go, either.

"Do I really have to go?" you wonder, when a brilliant idea strikes your hazed mind. You and Vox started dating relatively not long ago, and even though you've already spent the night at his place before you made it official, you two haven't had proper sleepover as a couple yet.

'Can I... Can I stay, please?' you blink with hope at Vox, but honestly – how can he resist the most beautiful eyes he's ever seen?

'I'd love you to, babe.' he nods, hardly able to hold the excitement in the low voice. 'You can take my bed, then, I'll sleep on the couch.'

Of course, as a thoughtful and attentive gentleman he is, absolutely not rushing to get intimate with you too soon, Vox sacrifices himself to the couch, but cuddling him to sleep is one of the reasons why you want to stay.

'But I won't fall asleep without you, Vox.'

***

After you take a nice hot shower, Vox offers you some of his clean clothes to change into; the T-shirt and a pair of shorts feel too loose and big, but they veil you with a delicate cloud of washing powder aroma and Vox's own scent that you want to inhale instead of oxygen.

When you take slow steps to the bedroom, closing the door behind you, Vox is already in bed. His loose hoodie, black and red hair tossed all the pillow, and a soft face glowing in the moonlight; everything about him makes the butterflies in your stomach flutter.

When you finally get under the blanket, Vox pulls himself closer, embracing you in his arms while your face is buried into his chest. The young man's steady heartbeat is ringing loud in your ears, while he's caressing your back.

'Good night, Kindred.'

'Good night, Vox.'

***

In no time, the quiet air in the bedroom is filled with your boyfriend's peaceful snoring. But despite how safe it is to be in bed with him like that, suddenly you don't feel sleepy at all, too overwhelmed with pure happiness. That's when something catches your attention.

'Nice! OK, I will!' out of nowhere, Vox mumbles, your eyes opening wide immediately. He's asleep, isn't he?Remaining silent, you wait for what comes next, playing with the laces on Vox's hoodie.

'I'd be like, yes I can!' Vox continues, a cute giggle falling out his lips.

You almost burst out laughing too, keeping your lips sealed as hard as you can not to wake Vox up, when you realize what is happening. It turns out that your boyfriend sleeptalks, but he hasn't told you about that for whatever reason. Your heart throbs, completely enamoured.

Every time you think how cute he is, he shows even cuter side of him, making you you fall head over heels for Vox. So as you make some space between you, your hands holding Vox's own, you watch him sleeptalk more, a wide smile all over your face:

'It'd be kinda nice, you know?'

However, by an unconscious instinct Vox feels your absence in his arms, so he scoops you back, still talking some inaudible gibberish. But you decide to play along and see if he can respond to you in the dream.

'Hey, what exactly would be nice?' you ask him in a calm whisper.

'Kindred would love that, yeah...' your boyfriend hums with a content smile, as your curiosity gets more hungry.

'Love what, Voxxy?'

'Yes, I can do it! I will ask them on a date!' he says in an extremely enthusiastic tone.

'I mean, I don't mind, big guy.' you whisper.

And the rest remains just a bunch of words, somehow made up into sentences which make no sense, but still sounding so cute that your reddened cheeks already hurt to smile any longer. "A date", he says... Has he unconsciously spoiled his intention to ask you out again, perhaps?

So, the next morning, after spending a few hours cuddling in bed, you and Vox are in the kitchen: like a gentleman, he's cooking, while you're watching him with a smile, his loose T-shirt still on your delicate shoulders, and the memories of last night lingering on your mind.

'Babe, how about we go on a date this weekend?' you ask teasingly, curious about how Vox will react. Still sleepy and domestic-looking, he hesitates, pure confusion on his ivory face.

'I was just about to ask you, how did you know?' Shaking the shoulders, you only giggle.

'I was sleeptalking last night, wasn't I?' Vox sighs, turning so shy that you rush to hug him. 'Damn it.'

'I find it cute, I mean it.' you leave a long kiss on his lips. 'And I agreed to go out with you...' but Vox doesn't let you finish, catching your lips back with his own.

The end.♥️

[llllll-lana]

BF!Vox x GN!Kindred (reader) AU

[Repost of an old story from my Twitter account]

Hewwo Kindred, it's your sweet short story time! Vox is very sick, and Kindred do their best to help him feel better.

Tags: SFW, AU, POV second person, gender neutral Kindred.

Note: The work is focused on fictional characters (Kindred as the clan/generalized character and Vox himself). Treat my works only as a source of comfort or entertainment. Thank you. Enjoy!

The bedroom was veiled in murky lights, thick curtains barely letting the amber dusk to envelope two figures, wrapped under a thick blanket with its warmth. The companionable silence was their only spectator, some heavy breaths and occasional coughs breaking it.

In comfy pajamas, enjoying each other's warmth, you and Vox were lying in bed all day. He had caught a cold again, so you couldn't leave him at home alone like that. Instead, you decided to stay by his side and look after him, hoping it would make him feel better in no time.

Vox was lying on one side, having you pressed to his feverish body from the back; like his little jetpack, as he liked to call you. As much as you liked being held by Vox, you loved hugging his significantly bigger frame, wrapping your arms and legs around him for comfort.

Your lover was dozing off, his chest rising up and down steadily; your cheek pressed down to a little spot between Vox's shoulder blades, you felt some odd vibrations bubbling up which ended in a loud cough. Sitting up in the bed, Vox was coughing, his throat hurt.

Black and red hair stuck to the side of a weary face, and the eyes of gold had lost their shine; Vox was feeling so bad that he could cry.

"Kindred.. When is it going to end.." he leaned down, his face buried into your chest, hands clutching at the blanket behind your back.

"Oh, come here.." shifting yourself slightly, you sank in the sheets, back pressed against the matress, allowing Vox to rest his head on your soft stomach. Snuggling as he sobbed, Vox's fingers found your own to take a tight hold of them; as if he didn't want to let you go.

"There there, there there.." scratching his scalp, ruffling the soft strands of raven and dark red hair, you petted his shoulder, calming him down. "It will get better. You will get better." you stroked his upper back lovingly. Vox's whining was almost bringing you to tears.

Letting out a tired sigh, Vox closed his eyes, nuzzling into your stomach, his hand around your waist. Caressing his hair, doing down to shoulders and upper back, you were humming a sweet lullaby for Vox to fall asleep. Vox seemed to relax, his shoulders not as tense as before.

When Vox finally fell asleep, his arm still on your waist, you pushed it aside, very lightly. A natural urge to go to the bathroom made you leave Vox for a second, however, it wasn't like your lover entirely went to sleep. A big hand squeezing yours, he murmured hoarsely:

"Where are you going? Please, don't leave me." reluctant to let you go, Vox didn't even open his eyes, too sleepy yet too afraid to lose you.

"Babe, I just need to go to the bathroom, I'll be back in a few minutes." giving some headpats as you leaned down, you stroked his bangs.

"Could you make some tea for me, please?" Vox asked, bringing your palm to his dry lips, leaving a tender kiss.

"Of course, darling. Just stay in bed and rest." fondling his cheek with the fingertips, you left the room, heading to the kitchen first to turn on the kettle.

In a couple of minutes you returned to the bedroom, a cup of warm tea and a jar of honey in your hands, for Vox to have. He was already sitting in bed, accepting the mug eagerly, a tired smile making the corners of his lips curve.

"Thank you, love." Vox whispered with gratitude.

The rest of the day passed by in a lazy haze, the two of you barely leaving the bed, just cuddled up all cozy. Next few days were the same, until Vox finally started to feel better, bad cough and cold backed down. All that time you didn't leave him, taking care.

"Kindred, what did I do to deserve you?" a low voice sounded better, Vox asked, your company and another cup of tea making him warm. You stared at him, puzzled but filled with tender feelings.

"What do you mean? You don't have to do anything to deserve me. You just do."

"It's been a while, but you still remember these words. And I still love you in the same way, perhaps even more." finishing his tea, Vox leaned down on your shoulder, head falling in a little bow of your neck; a spot that he never failed to leave a kiss on.

The sun was high above, all clouds disappeared, leaving the blue canvas of the sky clear. Finally, the rain stopped, giving in to the dazzling sunshine."I love you too." cheek pressed to the man's forehead, you said back, fingers interweaving with Vox's own.

The end 💕