Hi. May I Request A Period Comfort Fic With Karno And Reader? Thank You

Hi. May i request a period comfort fic with Karno and reader? Thank you💕💕💕💕

"How do you feel?"

Genre: fluff/comfort

Warnings: none

A/N: I really really hope you'll like this, sweetie!!💖💖💖💖🥺🥺🥺🥺 Also, I think Karno can cook??¯⁠\⁠_⁠(⁠ ͠⁠°⁠ ͟⁠ʖ⁠ ⁠°͠⁠ ⁠)⁠_⁠/⁠¯ I remember Huedhaut calling him a husband material somewhere in his stories because of that. I think it was because of that at least. I hope you'll enjoy this, my love!!🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹

The first thing that greeted you as you emerged from your slumber was a scent so delicious it smelt like home. A variety of noises came from the kitchen, along with the scent, which had you fully awake.

You sat up and your eyebrows furrowed at the slight feeling of pain and you fretted it would get worse.

The seconds passed and curiousity peeked its head in you. Who was in the kitchen? And what smelt so good?

You slipped out of bed, patting down your messy hair with your hand and slowly stepping out of your bedroom.

Following the scent, you made your way to your kitchen, the sunlight falling brightly in the form of golden ribbons on your skin. And in the middle of the room, with an outline of heavenly glow stood a man you didn't expect to be here, looming over a steaming pot.

Hearing you enter the kitchen, he turned to face you, the morning light swirling within his warm irises, bringing pleasant tingles to your stomach. "Good morning. How do you feel?" His voice was gentle and welcomed your own into a sweet duet.

"The pain is not too intense, but I'm assuming it'll get intense later during the day." You answered, coughing to clear your throat at the end of your sentence.

Karno spared the pot a glance and then looked back at you, smiling sweetly. "Have a seat, the food is ready."

Your eyebrows rose and your eyelashes stood up. "I didn't know you could cook."

He chuckled softly. "It's one of my hidden qualities."

Sitting down by the table, Karno filled up a plate for you and brought it to you on the table. Staring down at it, you were quite impressed. "When did you learn how to cook?" You asked.

"I managed to get my hands on a few cooking books and... Well, I had some—or a lot of failed attempts at first." He spoke as he dragged a chair close to you and picked up a fork, stabbing some of the food with it and bringing it to your lips. "Here. Let me feed you."

His consideration had helped you forget about your discomfort for some time, a gentle smile spreading across your lips. You opened your mouth, allowing your boyfriend to feed you and the warmth seemed to be spreading across and filling up not just your body, but your soul as well. "It tastes great!"

"Thank you. I didn't add spice this time."

"You don't know how thankful I am." You said, laughing at his pouting expression.

"No one appreciates my spices." He sighed.

"So tell me, what happened with your first attempts at cooking?" You asked, eating more of his homemade food.

He remained silent for a while, his brown eyes casted to the side.

"Karno?"

"Well..." He prepared another bite for you. "They... Didn't like all that spice."

You bursted out laughing at that, teasing him. "I told you! Your spices are a safety hazard."

"(Name)..." He sighed, but laughed along, your own laugh and grin contagious. "I heard you were not feeling too good, so I finished work as soon as possible and rushed here before you could wake up."

"Thank you so much." You reached for his hand on top of the table and gave it a squeeze, his heart racing happily at the sensation of your skin touching his. "Are you going to stay longer?"

He nodded. "Yes. I took the entire day off." His free hand reached for your face, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear and leaning in to press kisses to your temple.

A grin bigger than before stretched out across your face. "Then... Can we watch a series?"

"Sure, my Ophelia." He kissed your lips softly, his big hand still caressing your hair. Pulling away his nose brushed yours in an Eskimo kiss and you giggled at that, the apples of your cheeks reddening from all the smiles and the racing of your heartbeat.

Once you were done with your meal, Karno got up and left the plate in the sink, before returning to your side. "Allow me, princess." He said with a charming smile that you found incredibly precious.

"Allow you what—Oh!" You couldn't maintain your surprised, when he slid a hand behind your back and the other behind your knees, picking you up like a bride. "You don't have to go that far." You said, burying your rosy face in his shoulder, a little embarrassed he was holding you this way, but undeniably pleased.

"I like spoiling you though." Karno kissed the side of your head and you let him take you to the bedroom.

He placed you down on the bed, before snapping his fingers, creating big white pillows.

"They're so soft." You commented upon one touch, your hand sinking in them.

"I'm glad you think so." Karno placed them all around you and brought you your laptop, before joining you beneath the covers as well.

You snuggled against him, his warmth enveloping you and his cinnamon scent soothing your tense nerves. And soon enough, you had forgotten about your pain.

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SCM - Department of Wishes

Karno ♋ - Where are you? ❄

A/N: Please excuse the grammatical errors and spelling mistakes. I do not know, why i have written this and for whom.

She was sitting in front of the computer screen. Her mind was filled with a web of emotions. A dull ache filling her heart. All the pain, all the tears have been useless. She has been useless. Wasting her time on something which didn't interest her.

Her father was sitting next to her. His lips pressed tightly together. His eyebrows furrowed. He kept staring at the screen as if that will change the numbers. Somehow that will change the E grade to a D or perhaps in his mind he wanted an A.

He glared at her; his glasses making his eyes look angrier. Nobody spoke a word for a few minutes. She knew what was coming; she braced herself.

" I never thought, your marks would be so poor, ( NAME)." the anger evident in his voice. For a moment it felt like he was about to say something else but he stopped. Her mother called her. " How much marks did you get?" she asked as gently as she could. " I failed in one subject. I need to retake that subject." she couldn't look her in the eyes; her head hanging low.

Her mother sighed, " When is that exam taking place?"

" I don't know i will ask Mr. ( teacher's name ). " she replied.

Her father was still gazing at the screen, his eyes focused on that E grade. His hands clenched in a fist.

She called her teacher on the phone and informed him about the whole situation. He sounded like he was in pain. " ( Name ), i am sorry this has happened. Don't worry, you will do better in the upcoming exam. "

" Sir, is everything alright? " she asked.

He was a silent for a few seconds. " Today is probably one of the worst days of my life. My wife was on her way to work. She suddenly collapsed; one of her co-workers had admitted her to the hospital. They are saying it seemed like she had a stroke. I still haven't seen her yet." he said.

The tears which she held back suddenly overflowed, her voice started to crack. " I am sorry sir. Please take care of her. I will call you later. " saying that, she quickly ended the phone call.

She looked at the clock which showed 6 pm. The sun was setting. Her father was sitting beside her mother. He was speaking loudly, he was telling her, "These are the moments where i wish she wasn't born. She is useless. PATHETIC!"

Her mother was looking at her hands on her lap. She didn't reply.

Her teacher called her father on the phone. She could hear him say things like, " I am sure she is doing this deliberately. Failing because she wants to fail. I am not going to spend any more money on her education, anymore. " saying that he ended the phone call and slammed the phone on the table.

"(Name), come here! " he said.

She quickly closed her books and went there. He scolded her. The ache in her chest gaining momentum. Her mother gestured her to go and study.

She started studying, while tears were flowing down her face, wetting her clothes. Perhaps she has never felt this kind of fear before. The uncertainty brought more tears to her eyes. Some tear drops rolled on to her lips.

The night falls, she is studying, dried tear stains on her face, puffy eyes, her hands shaking, her voice cracks every now and then. Her parents are watching TV in the other room. She was trying her best to ignore his words. Trying so hard to stay composed.

They ate dinner in silence.

She went to her room. The window was open. However, Karno made the decision to knock, making her aware of his presence. She embraced him as soon as he entered her room. His soft sandalwood scent calmed her a bit. They stayed in each others embrace for a few minutes.

His mind was flooded with questions as he saw her puffy eyes and pale face. She took his hand and lead him to the bed.

They were lying on the bed, their eyes focused on the ceiling. Her left hand placed on top of his right hand. She broke the silence by saying, " I failed in one subject. I need to retake it." a sigh escaped her lips. Karno was aware of what must have occurred.

" Don't pay too much attention to what he says. Focus on your studies. You will get out of this mess." he said. His voice as gentle as a cool breeze.

She moved closer to him and turned on her side. " I, ... can you hold me, please?"

Karno held her as softly as he could. " This is just a bad dream, sweetie. Tomorrow you will wake up with new found strength."

" I hate this, all of this. The worst thing is i disappointed mom. She has always been there for me, supported me. Now there is nothing more that i can say or do that will change this." the words came out like a mumble.

" It would be wrong for me to say, that i know what you are going through. But nobody can change the past. We can only work in the present and look forward to the future." he paused and took a deep breath.

"None of this is permanent, (name). Neither pain nor sorrow, neither happiness nor joy." He added before kissing her gently on the forehead.

" You have to go to school tomorrow. You should get some rest." The tone of his voice was pleading, urging her to look at the future and have faith in herself. She nodded her head and closed her eyes.

" Everything will turn out alright. " was the last thing she heard before sleep took over her.

A/N: Thank you.