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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.