Home Is Where the Heart Is ~ Kaveh X GN!Reader Drabble
"Kaveh!"
You've just returned from a trip to another nation. You were only gone a week, but as soon as you spot your lover on the streets on Sumeru city, walking alone towards the shops, you couldn't help but to call out for him.
He turns, not believing his ears.
"Darling!" He calls out to you.
You smile and break into a run, straight towards him.
He takes a few steps forward, opening his arms for you just in time as you crash into him.
He picks you up and spins you high in the air, infectious laughter rings out about the bustling streets.
He finally set you down on the ground, only for him to immediately cup your face and pull you into a loving kiss.
Immediately you both melted. You missed this. You missed his warmth, his smile, his cheery voice.
His touches brought you home. Home to him. Home with him.
You could tell he missed you too. You could tell when he pulled away from the kiss, breathless, only to rest his forehead on yours and pull your hand up to his lips to kiss gently along your knuckles.
Even after, he moved your hand to cup his face, still holding onto you.
"Kaveh..." you spoke softly, watching him now as he closed his eyes and simply enjoyed your touch.
"Welcome home, love."
He loves holding you, being held by you, curling himself into you.
It doesn't matter what position you're in, Kaveh loves it all.
He adores the way your bodies fit together like puzzle pieces.
He treasures it when he comes home and can lay his head on your chest.
He engraves you into his mind and heart.
He knows he loves you.
As you have your back to the arm of the couch in his shared home, Alhaitham is away and it's the perfect time for Kaveh to cuddle up with you.
He lays in front of you, leaving your legs on either side of him, and lays his head down on your chest with his arms wrapping around your waist.
You chuckle at him, finding his behavior cute. "Another cuddle session, Kaveh?" You tease with amusement in your voice.
He looks up at your face, your gorgeous, priceless self, while the setting sun coming through the windows lights a halo around you, perfectly illuminating your features.
He simply stares, his mouth slightly agape and eyes wide.
"Kaveh?" You tilt your head slightly at his lack of response.
"...gorgeous," he mutters under his breath. "You are so utterly gorgeous."
He's reverent in his touches, as if caressing a treasured vase that could shatter with too much pressure.
His hands roam your lower back in soothing circles, fingers tracing delicate patterns along your body.
A flustering encounter in a moonlit university lab.
For the Teyvat University Fic Event by @kazuinvocation and @cosmic-expressions. Made with love and finals stress.
Word count. 2k. Genre. flirty/comedy/romance(?) (if you squint?)
Other tags. physical touch is somewhat forced, cussing and slang, gender neutral reader, slight suggestiveness, alhaitham mentioned once (1ce), me trying to be funny because I was having fun.
You looked over your shoulder, down the dark halls of the Architecture building. So far, there was no sign anyone could have spotted you. You were close, now, to the lab; you prayed the door would be unlocked.
The unrelenting life of a student might have not been so busy had you been a little more organized. Perhaps you relied too much upon all-nighters and overcaffeination—to the point where you either couldn’t keep your eyes open or couldn’t stay still in class. Then you’d forget things. Important things. Important things like your bridge modeling project you’d definitely forgotten to take with you at the end of class. It was now two in the morning, and your modifications were due at nine in the morning.
Your hand fell on the handle and you jiggled it. You shouldn’t have been surprised to find it impossible to budge.
You were obviously screwed, even more than you had been five minutes ago. To get in, you’d have to contact the late night security crew (who were not the sort of people who liked being contacted about this sort of thing, you’d learned) or look for a key in the offices (which would be a very unlikely quest, since the offices would probably be locked too).
Pressing your face to the glass of the hall window, you could see your model in the dim, moonlit room sitting glumly on one of the tables. Further back, you could see another model. Someone else forgot theirs! At least you weren’t the only doofus in the class.
Then, with a jolt, you realized the window had a latch from both sides. You grabbed it, mentally crossing your fingers, and tugged. To your relief, it opened agreeably and swung towards you. You climbed over the sill and latched it shut again. Filled with glee, you walked to your model and picked it up. You would need glue, a pocket knife, and some extra material to make your modifications—some of which you realized you were short on. To head back without them would be as good as leaving it here.
However, you were in the Creative Architecture lab. If any room in the entire school would have what you needed, it was this one! You headed towards the supplies closet, and it was only then that you heard the footsteps in the hall.
It would only take a glance through the windows for your short-lived victory to be utterly busted. You slipped into the rather narrow supply closet and shut the door as quietly as you could, listening. The footsteps drew closer to the lab… and stopped.
You could make out the door to the room handle jiggling. You were safe tucked away in the supply closet, as long as the person was not there to check the supply closet. Still, you held your breath.
The door handle went quiet. Then, you heard the window latch, and the sound of someone climbing into the room. The window latched loudly and you heard quick steps to the back of the class.
“Oh, thank god,” someone sighed. Someone with an unmistakable cadence of speech.
You flung open the supply closet door and said, “Kaveh?”
Kaveh, classmate, friend, and star of your department, had nearly fallen over from shock, having stumbled several steps back and raised his arms to protect himself from a presumed predator. You did not hold back your laughter.
“Jeez! What the hell? Y/N? Why were you— what? What?”
“Oh my— Kaveh, you forgot your model too?”
He looked down at the model he was unwittingly wielding as a shield. “Yeah—you forgot your model?”
You stepped closer and showed it to him. “I’m too overwhelmed to be expected to remember things when I leave the room.”
“Tell me about it. But it’s more that I completely missed the part where the prof said we had to take them home and modify them. Someone asked me if I’d done it yet, and I was like… what are you talking about?”
“I think that’s worse. Weren’t you paying attention in the lab?”
“I—” Kaveh cut himself off. In the moonlight, you could just see his eyes avert and cheeks flood with pink. “Of course I was!”
“Hey, no need to feel embarrassed,” you said. Then, with a burst of something you weren’t quite willing to identify, you added: “It happens to the best of us, clearly.”
At this, Kaveh’s signature smile, toothy and charming, bloomed on his face. Even in the dim classroom you swore it lit up the room by just a touch. “Well, when you put it like that…” he said. “No, you’re right. I was a bit… distracted… at the end of class. But, you see, it’s all going to work out, since I managed to get in. I just have to get the final modifications done, and…”
“Unlocked window saved the day, huh?”
“Yeah. I always check the windows if the door is locked.”
“... Huh?”
Kaveh covered his mouth with his free hand. “Oh. First time?”
Before you could respond, you heard—again—footsteps. This time, there were more of them. You grabbed Kaveh’s arm and tugged him into the storage closet without a second thought. It was only as you pulled the door shut that you recalled how compact the closet was even when it was just you, and now there were two bodies pressed against the shelves and the door.
“I didn’t realize—” you whispered, not quite sure how to continue.
“You’re good, I’d rather not have this on my record,” he said.
You didn’t reply, listening. You didn’t want this on your record either, and so you were happy to wait with your back pressed against Kaveh if it meant you didn’t get expelled. You told yourself that this was the only reason you were happy to wait in this position, not entirely believing it.
The muted sound of steps grew louder, and—to your horror—stopped somewhere that must have been just outside the room. You heard the hums of indistinguishable conversation.
“Sorry,” said Kaveh at a whisper that tickled your neck, “is it okay with you if I move my arm? I’m getting sore.”
You gulped. “Sure.”
He hesitated, still unmoving. “That wasn’t very convincing.”
“Shut up and do what you gotta do, Blondie.”
You felt his arms snake past your waist and grab ahold of shelves on either side of you. You heard the gentle noise of a small wood model being set down and shuffled around a bit on the shelf. Your own arms were resting on higher shelves at a rather uncomfortable but inevitable position. It didn’t help that your mind was high on whatever cologne Kaveh was wearing a smidge of. Who wears cologne at 2 AM, anyways?
Outside, the conversation continued at the same rate.
“Titanic posing with Kaveh in a storage closet is not how I thought my night would go,” you whispered. There was no way those in the hall would be able to hear you two if you whispered. You just had to listen for the sound of the door opening.
Kaveh laughed silently. “If I put my hands on your waist, it’ll be more accurate.”
“We gotta commit to the bit,” you said, mentally praising all the gods above that he would not see the flustered expression on your face.
You felt him move, and his hands settled on your waist. Why were his hands so warm? It was sort of—nice. And since there seemed to be talking still in the hall—what could people possibly be doing to be chatting in the architecture hallway at two in the morning?—you wet your lips and asked, “Kaveh… is there someone who wouldn’t like that you were… in here with me?”
“No,” he whispered. “Nobody.”
His response was quick enough to elicit suspicion. “You’re not actually enjoying this, are you, pal?” He squirmed a little. “Oh, you are.” Damn, it was so fun to tease him. Maybe you were enjoying this too.
“I don’t think,” he whispered, moving his hands back to the shelves and leaning slightly more into you, “that you want to know the answer to that.”
His voice, soft and tantalizing in your ear, nearly melted your cognitive ability. Nearly. Ignoring your soaring heart that was clearly indicative of a health problem, you shot back, “Hey, if you’re hating every second of this, I wouldn’t hold it against you. It’s a matter of taste.”
“I’m an art student,” he replied with impressive vanity. “I have the best taste of anybody.”
“Yeah? Rubbing it in?”
You swore you could hear him thinking of what to say next with how close you were standing. You could feel his heartbeat on your back—at least, what you thought was a heartbeat. Maybe he was hosting a woodpecker in his chest.
“You know, I hate to be a pain, but I’m a terrible liar,” Kaveh whispered after a minute of listening to the ongoing murmuring in the hall.
“Yeah?” You weren’t sure what to expect. “You need to readjust again? Or do I smell like B.O.?”
“What kinda dichotomy is that? No, I… You know how I said I was distracted in class?”
“Uh-huh.”
“I was sort of wondering how I could get you alone. Today. Or, yesterday. That’s why I wasn’t paying attention.” He laughed a bit. “Sorry, that sounds creepy. You know how it is when everybody’s friends but nobody’s close, right? I was thinking about that.”
You pursed your lips.
“And now I… have you alone,” said Kaveh, gently.
You tried to regulate your tone as you asked, “What does that entail?”
You heard the door of the lab open as Kaveh began to reply. You processed none of his words, because you were busy thrusting your elbow very sharply into his ribcage. “Shh!” you managed, and then held your breath.
“Ow!” he cried. Oh, you were so busted.
“Bastard. We’re screwed,” you whispered.
The door to the closet swung open, and a security officer with a blinding flashlight and heavy eyelids looked you up and down. “Gross.”
“We weren’t—” “I’m sorry—” The blurts from you and Kaveh blurred together, and you couldn’t tell who said what.
“Just get going, alright? I’m too tired to lecture you.”
You both slunk out into the hall and the security officer followed you, locking up. Another officer stood waiting with his arms crossed. “Y/N and Kaveh! A likely pair.”
The first officer checked the windows, and locked those as well. “Hurry up, tods.”
“And don’t think you’re not getting written up,” the second added.
Kaveh rolled his head back as you both sauntered down the dark hall. “I’m actually going to get expelled,” he said. “And it’s your fault.”
“It’s not my fault you’re a pussy.” You patted his shoulder. “You’ll be okay. You’re a great student, I’m sure they don’t want to get rid of you that quickly.”
Kaveh froze. “Wait. Our models.”
“Shit.”
You both looked over your shoulders. The security officers were following you at a distance. One waved a hand to shoo you onward.
“I don’t think we’re getting those back,” you said.
“I’m gonna have to restart,” Kaveh moaned. “This blows. The teacher is so unforgiving with this kind of thing, I bet she won’t even care that we pulled all nighters to redo the project.”
“‘We’?” you repeated.
“Aren’t you gonna redo it?”
“I can’t, I don’t have any material left.”
“I have lots. You can come over, and I’ll make hot cocoa, and we will conquer this project. I’m sure my roommate won’t mind.”
You recalled his roommate being a stoic history student with a certain obstinacy towards Kaveh. You ignored this. At least he was willing to brave his roommate’s frustration for whatever this was. You replied, “Smooth, Blondie, real smooth.”
“I’m not—no, I really do just want to work on the project.”
“Lighten up.”
He, in response, exploded into yet another bright smile. You wonder how many times you’d missed out on seeing that during those seven minutes in that supply closet.
Note. surprisingly, this is my first explicitly romantic kaveh fic. i love that fellow he is so guy of all time he is constantly rotating in my brain like he's being microwaved
Synopsis: After another tiring meeting with a client, Kaveh comes back home with pent-up irritation. He needs you, his sweet darling, to help him relax. ٩(•̤̀ᵕ•̤́๑)
HOW THEY REACT TO YOU TESTING OUT YOUR LIPSTICK VIA KISSES
pairing(s). kaveh, arlecchino, ayato x gn!reader
genre. fluff + suggestive themes (can u blame me look at that prompt up there like i had to 🚶🏻♀️)
wc. 200-300 for each character
an. i need to be thrown around like a sack of potatoes between these three
kaveh
“kaveh come here!”
“yes my love, what was-”
your lips immediately come in contact with his and with a delighted hum, his body easily melts into yours. his free hand pulls you closer by the waist as he holds a blueprint in his other hand. he caresses the small of your back and it sends shivers down your spine.
you certainly weren’t expecting this kind of reaction from kaveh for a kiss and you weren’t complaining either! it only makes sense that such a compassionate and loving man would give you the most passionate and tender kisses.
you hum delightfully into the kiss as well, feeling a smile creep onto kaveh’s lips as he slowly pulls you both apart. his eyes immediately flicker to the tint on your lips.
“was there something you needed, my love?” his hand rubs your back comfortingly.
you hold his cheeks, keeping him in place as you stare at his lips animatedly. “was just testing out this new lipstick and…” you bring up the pocket mirror you’ve been holding in your hand and show kaveh the mess it’s made on his lips. “well… at least i know i can’t wear it so often.”
kaveh raises a brow as he looks at his lips in the mirror. “why not? lets everyone know who’s yours.”
your jaw drops at his sentence and you snatch your pocket mirror back to yourself again. “kaveh! have some public decency!” you scold him but kaveh knows your words are empty as you walk away from him with heated cheeks.
arlecchino
“arle, are you busy?” you knock on her office door, awaiting her response.
“come in, dearest.” a smile rises to your lips at her words, you open the door and close it behind you.
“hm.” you hear her hum and your heart can’t contain its excitement as you walk towards her.
as you round her desk, she raises her arm to take your hand and tugs you forward. “what is it?” you ask as she holds your fingers to her lips for a brief kiss on the back of your hand. a classic greeting of hers.
when her eyes meet yours, it’s only seconds before you avert your gaze somewhere else.
“you bought a new lipstick.”
your eyes meet hers again and if you weren’t so distracted by her intense gaze, you would’ve seen the faintest trace of a smile on her lips.
“i did—but if i may be so bold… i would like to try it out.”
arlecchino’s brows raise. “but haven’t you already done that?”
“no, i mean like this.”
when your lips find hers, she’s quick to maneuver you onto her lap, holding you still with an arm around your waist. her free hand busies itself with tucking your hair behind your ear.
“was it this that you wanted?” arlecchino breaks the kiss after a few beats to let you catch your breath. “or did you really need to test out the lipstick?”
the tone she uses with you is teasing and it makes you feel so small on top of her lap. your hands find purchase on her shoulders to distract you while you try to come up with words to say after such a kiss.
“i admit the kiss was lovely, arle.” your voice is quiet but your movements are loud as the pad of your thumb drags across her bottom lip. “but it seems that this lipstick is transferable.”
arlecchino stares at you, a sigh leaving her own maroon lips. she takes your hand in hers to plant a kiss on your inner wrist. “how observant of you.” she then shows you her lipstick stain on your wrist, a dark and mischievous glint in her eyes. “shall we see whose lipstick transfers the most?”
kamisato ayato
“is that a new lipstick?”
the corner of your lip curls at the sound of ayato’s voice. hm, he’s been getting distracted very easily these days.
“why yes it is,” you respond, pressing your lips together to distribute the tint better. you turn around with a cheeky smile. “so i’ll be testing it out now.”
“oh, would you like to borrow a mir—mmphf.” ayato should have seen this coming. of course his sweet partner would do something as brazen as this! (he doesn’t ever seem to complain about this particular behaviour of yours either).
it’s easy for ayato to loosen his stiff shoulders when you invite yourself onto his lap like this. your delicate hands slide up his torso to rest on his shoulders, keeping him close. only your lips provide him the satisfaction he’s been yearning for (the past forty-five minutes when you weren’t paying attention to him).
it’s after a few pats on ayato’s shoulders that he finally lets you pull away, chest heaving against yours as your hot breath tickles his lips. he huffs a soft chuckle, holding your hips to readjust you onto his lap more comfortably.
“so am i what you will test your lipsticks on?”
you nod your head, clearing your throat after how ayato fiercely collided his lips with yours. “i also noticed a decline in your productivity earlier—thought i would offer you a little incentive…” what you thought was an innocent explanation of your actions turnt out to sound more inviting instead…
you only realise this when a smirk curls on ayato’s lips.
“nope! don’t even think about it—you tired me out last time already.” you rush to remove yourself from his lap but there’s not been a single time when you’ve successfully broken free from his arms (especially when he yearned for your attention).
you somehow end up on the floor after putting every bit of your strength into fighting back.
ayato runs the tip of his nose along the column of your neck. “oh darling, won’t you play with me just for a bit? please?”
it’s hard to say no when you’re in this position.
“you get five minutes.”
ayato brings his face up to give you a wet kiss on your cheek. “five minutes is all i need.”
Kaveh knew you weren’t ever leaving his side when you accidentally packed along his hairbrush instead of yours on your trip.
It was a small thing—a trivial thing—something that he might not have thought about if it had happened with anyone else. Mistakes happen, and can be forgiven. He knew that much, and he knew that once you realized it you would forget the second part. He knew how you got about that kind of thing.
He also knew that you had not ever made this kind of mistake around him. You had never assumed his comfort with you, or allowed yourself to fully relax as a guest in his house. You’d always been strange, even after years of knowing each other. Even after nights spent together. Even after tears shed, adventures taken, and stories written together.
In the drawer of his bathroom counter, there your hairbrush was next to where his usually was. You had taken to storing yours next to his when you stayed at his place, after he insisted it would be more convenient for you. A little too convenient, it seemed—a flurry of stressful packing had caused you to take the wrong one with you.
The wrong one, but somehow the right one all the same.
You knew he loved you. He knew you loved him. But there had always been an unspoken fear that the building of memories with each other would be a finite pursuit—that you might be drawn away from each other just as Kaveh’s many dreams, mora, and loved ones had so frequently been throughout his life. Hell, besides Alhaitham, Kaveh had never had a friend like you. But now, he thought... maybe there didn't have to be an end. This thing between you—it felt real, now. Real as the hairbrush in his bathroom drawer.
Kaveh closed the drawer, smiling at himself in the mirror. He imagined what your reaction would be when you reailzed what had happened—and imagined precisely what he would be saying to you when you got back.
“Not to worry, dearest. You can borrow any of my things as you like. Just don’t forget to bring yourself home with them.”
