Larascorneroftheworld - Just A Girl In A Delusion World

too cute can’t handle this😭

now i'm dreaming about holding Kid's hand weeks after a match and with no fights in sight just him nearly healed from what was once never ending violence

Peace in Your Touch

Pairing: Kid (Monkey Man) x reader Word count: 1.3K Warning: Really just a fluffy little fic! Mentions of canonical past violence. A/n: Sorry for how long this took! I hope you enjoy it! I think this is a little bit of a different style to some of the other fics but I hope everyone enjoys this. Comments and reblogs are appreciated! Please validate me beautiful people🫶

A gentle hum buzzes in the air outside, it’s relaxing and pleasant. There’s not a lot else to steal you away from his presence, it’s all that there is right now and it’s what you love. You’d spend your whole life cuddling into him if you could, he wouldn’t protest that, in fact, Kid would wholeheartedly welcome it. 

You remember the first time you saw him, his lean body bloodied up, the awful metallic smell of blood caked to his skin and hair, it assaulted your nostrils. How his hair was damp and how the sweat glistened on his toned muscles, how it shone under those lights. It would be impossible to forget how vulnerable and frightened those big, beautiful, expressive brown eyes of his looked and how you felt butterflies in your stomach when seeing the perfect set of lashes he had to frame them. 

It was a contrast to now, the man laying down with you, your sweet pillow, quietly humming as he caressed your forearm with the most gentle touch. There was not a drop of blood on his face, no cuts on his cheekbones, not a single bruised knuckle. You both knew there was still pain, some days would be harder than others, but that’s always how it is, isn’t it? But there was a look of warm peace in those pools of brown you always got lost in. 

But still, not so long ago, you weren’t sure if it would ever end. You panicked over it, would pace and bite your nails. It was a real worry, one that made you wonder if those months ago, if the man who would come back from that seedy hotel would be anything more than a ghost to haunt you. One with blood-stained hands, bruised cheekbones, and a look of only pain. 

He’d come back though. Revived somehow. Surviving the impossible, but that was in Kid’s nature after all. You knew that. 

You still panicked at first, when he came through that door like the nights before you went into autopilot mode, something took over and responded to do everything right. You’d seen him with blood, fixed up more than your fair share of cuts and bruises but you’d never seen this amount of blood. 

It was a terrifying time but life continued. It’s what it does, always has and always will. 

There was shock and tears at the start. It had been minutes at first. Minutes when you felt the blood travelling in your veins and arteries, you could hear your heart stressfully beating in your ears. It became quiet hours as there were no words for what would happen. Those hours soon became days of finding each other's footing in this world again, then weeks of learning how to breathe, of soft kisses and affirmations in the night. 

It had now been months and here you were. Cuddled into him. Your chin rests against his chest as you reach up to gently play with his soft dark strands, you can smell the coconut oil and inhale its soft scent in. You can’t help but think how much nicer it is than when it was always just blood and sweat mixing together. 

You hear him let out a soft exhale and his eyes close as he relaxes into the most peaceful state possible as your fingers comb through his hair. He melts into the gentle touch, he hadn’t been met with this gentleness and kindness for so long before you. He had been touch-starved, before you had come into his life and made everything better and brighter, the only physical contact he’d received was that of closed fists, hits to wound for the cheers of a crowd. 

He still is a man of few words, but each time he does you listen to make sure you can remember the curve of his mouth with each consonant and how every word sounds in his quiet, soft voice. You loved his voice, you loved it so much you’d pay for him to speak more, you’d happily sit there for a whole day to listen to him read a phone book, an appliance manual, anything. You’d happily listen, but you also knew he only spoke when something needed to be said, you could live with that. You were more than content to just hear the words he needed to say. 

You watch his face as you play with his hair, he’s relaxed and he looks so beautiful with his eyes closed like that, completely lost in your gentle touch. He doesn’t say a word but they’re not needed. He’s happy, he’s calm, he feels at peace now that this cycle of never ending violence has closed. You gently trail your fingers down from his soft raven locks across his cheek, he gasps and tilts his head slightly and you watch him as his beard tickles and scratches your fingertips. It’s impossible not to smile at that feeling. 

Fingers continue to run down until you meet his arm, they’re still toned and incredibly strong. He holds you in them at night and nothing has ever made you feel as safe. You reach his large hand and caress the back of it gently, you let out a hum as you feel it in yours. He blinks and watches your beautiful face as you look down at his hand, he’s never seen anyone so radiant, you shine more than the sun does for him, and you’ve kept him warm and bathed in light ever since he met you all that time ago. You keep caressing his hand as you hold it in yours, you run the pads of your index and middle fingers along his palm, tracing invisible lines, creating a map of who he is just to make sure you never lose him. “Have you ever thought about how perfectly your hand fits in mine?” He asks, his voice is a little gruff as it’s the first time he’s spoken in easily some hours. 

His voice brings you slightly out of the trance you were in and you look up at his face. You smile as you look into those doe eyes that melt your heart all over again. You nod as you feel your cheeks heat up, you keep absentmindedly holding his hand and tracing patterns. 

“Yes, I was just thinking about that. I think about it often.” You admit as you glance from his face back down to his hand and smile at the sight of your hands joined together. 

He smiles at that, your smile is perfect. It’s everything to him, it makes him feel warm inside each time, like a light has been switched on. He rubs his thumb over your hand and lets out a small hum, it makes you smile and you watch his thumb as you cuddle into him more. Kid then brings your hand that had been holding his, up to his lips, his mouth brushes against your hand and he places a soft kiss there. You smile and feel your cheeks heat up more, he still gets such a reaction out of you with the most simple things. It makes you smile in the most silly way. After a moment his lips have left your hand and he kisses your lips, you kiss him back gently and hold his hand again as you two do. You wouldn’t have this any other way, these peaceful afternoons are perfect and they’re perfect because of him. You both provide a comfort and warmth to the other that’s needed, you both are seen and loved. 

this pic of him has me WEAKKKKKKK

His smile 💗

him laughing is just 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

a case of dev patel brainrot

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