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[kv3hs]

The Artisan and His Lady

“Do you think fate is real?” 

Synopsis: In where Kaveh and you share a bittersweet moment while gazing at the stars.

Pairing: Kaveh x fem!reader

Warning: kissing?

Word Count: 611

Sorry for any grammatical or technical errors ! Hope you enjoy!

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“Do you think fate is real?” 

The woman chuckled in response. “Whatever made you come to that conclusion?” 

“I don’t know. Maybe people were meant to meet each. The routes we take, they all maybe are meant to lead us to a meeting that will change our lives”

“I highly doubt that my young sallow” the woman grimaced sadly. 

“ But what if-”

“If fate were real, then my fate is pretty darn depressing.” The woman glanced at the young lad before counting. 

“ Fate is so cruel if you say it's about a meeting that will change lives because meeting you has certainly changed my life, but to what avail? It isn’t like I can just marry you, my swallow. No matter how hard I wish.” she deeply sighed in her response.  

The young lad turned back to face the glimmering stars and grimaced sadly too. 

“You are right my Lady. Fate was so cruel to pair our souls in such a beautiful way. Maybe in another life, we can reunite once again, without this anomaly of an insignia-named class pushing and breaking us apart”, he tried to sound optimistic, even though it was evident he was suppressing the cries that formed at his throat.  

The woman turned to stare at her lover residing beside her. The way his eyes dazzled with galaxies of nubiles sorted in each iris. The way his soft hair danced around his shoulders and how his plush lips were gapped a bit wide while gazing upon the beauties of what the night sky has to offer. The way his surprisingly soft fingers intertwined with her surprisingly rough fingers. Just everything about him looked ethereal and to say she was in love was an understatement. She was over the moon for this man and willing to surrender her whole heart to him, blindly. You can just see the hearts in her eyes whenever she looks at him or how her chest just heaves with joy upon his arrival. 

She reached for her lover's face with both hands and guided his head towards her.  The clueless look on his face, painted with a pink hue across his cheeks, just made the woman crease a small smile. So in love, she was. So in love. 

She leaned forward, whilst bringing his head closer to hers until their foreheads were touching. There is no need for conversation. The look they give each other says it all. Thus he dove in first, softly grasping her lips with his.  

The kiss wasn’t rough of need and desire. It was rather a soft chaste kiss of the promise to love each other till eternity ends. To the universe and beyond mankind’s creation, nothing can’t explain the connection between these two souls. It’s something beyond the comprehension of the human psyche, even they othe’t figure out absence. Not when they are together, bathing in the so little they have time to enjoy being enamored by the other they magnetize to each other just at first glance, but these are headaches that can be solved at a later time. Now. Right now, it was their time to dwell in the bliss of romance, forgetting the universe and the stars beyond them. Forgetting all the consequences that come rival with the romance they pursue. Like said not too long ago, they are headaches for another day. Battles that are fought in the manor’s shadows. 

But sadly all fairytales come to an end, though theirs began abruptly. Stuck in their own little  Phantasia, the two failed to notice the two beady eyes, bored into their distant figures, seethed with anger as it lurked in the manor’s shadows. 

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[kv3hs]

Masquerade, Masquerade, will I be able to perform a little lie?

Summary : You suddenly found yourself in an annual grand ball, and ended up dancing with a certain number.

Word Count : 2k

Note : Idk if I will make this a oneshot or possibly make more chapters most likely the first option but here you go and enjoy!

Grasping onto the millions of white layers that were embellished with elegant pearls of the long dress, you steadied your feet as the white heels made it seem you can fall at any moment. You stood onto the stage in the far back, watching beautiful men and women dancing away with their assigned partners as whispers of giggles and laughter left. You were anticipating the moment where you would have to follow the task as well as your heart ached with dull pain with frenzied beats. The anxiety here was terrible. However, you tried to distract yourself, basking in the view of the couple on the stage that shimmered across the audience’s captivated eyes. Oh how beautiful they looked - it was like witnessing two snowflakes drifting through the stage, both coming from faraway land until they both intertwined with one another to make a snowdrop. You hope to learn better by observing the couple, however only grew more worried after seeing the girl leap into the boy’s arms as they twirled around smoothly until the boy returned her to her feet. The audience stood up and clapped for the wonderful performance, while the judges whispered amongst themselves in one agreement : they made it to the finals. 

You looked onto the floor, how were you supposed to pull off a move like that? Feet tapping onto the floor, you adjusted the white ribbon onto your hair wondering who was next. Although the ribbon was beautifully designed with woven laces, the surface was too smooth for its own good and can fall at any moment. 

You really didn’t want to be here. If only you didn’t fall into the traps of your friend teasing you on with a half-coy smile, and guilt-tripping your heart into accepting the grand ball where pop stars around the world would be flocking in a series of dances. Music wasn’t just their alley afterall, and experimentation was something that all artists can agree on. Perhaps not you though. You don’t mind trying different genres, but you prefer to stick to your own style. The style that has made your music a hit that was recognizable to anyone. This year, the theme was set on royalty and elegance, and your taste did not sit well with the theme. You made a mental note to yourself to smack that smug look off your friend’s face the next time you see them. 

“Y/n and Ten, would you please take the stage next?”

Suddenly a man stood in front of you, slightly making you take a small step back to look closely at the man. There he was, his face was illuminating with the pinkish neon colors of the stage with blue lighting still noticeable. Your eyes followed the outfit he was wearing, a long white suit that was trailed by shining pearls and black embellishments - it was like he was a dashing prince.

You breathed, and looked at the floor once more. Honestly, out of all people - it was him. It wasn’t something you weren’t expecting, even though you knew the guests are mainly pop stars and noticed other nct members that danced by. Although he looked gorgeous, you weren’t interested. You were anxious by each passing second, wanting to walk right out of the stage if you could. Yet you still managed to look at his face, stared into his eyes that were filled with stars - and took him by the hand as he led you onto the stage. 

You felt the audience’s eyes on you. You specifically. It’s rare seeing an artist like you trying a fun challenge like this who always sticks to her own style. Some had twinkling eyes with excitement, some had a cold gaze, while others were fixated on the man standing beside you with adoration. 

From the beginning you didn’t know what to do, not even knowing how to rest your hand onto him from the sheer anxiety. However Ten only smiled and took your right hand as he gently placed onto his shoulder and firmly clasped his hand over your left hand. Then he finally used his free hand to clap around your waist. 

However as soon as he did, you felt repulsed. You had no idea if it was butterflies in your stomach, or simply because you didn’t feel comfortable with the situation. Yet you swallowed that feeling down and gave a small, convincing lie to Ten and held his shoulder a little more firmer as if to embrace yourself. The embellishments gave a rough, bumpy, feel to your palms, yet the fabric was soft enough to not cause serious harm. You were surprised as to how you managed to dance synchronously with him from the start - even Ten himself gave an impressed look to you and hummed in amusement. His shoulder shape was rather circular however, and as Ten led you through the dance, your hand was slipping off. 

Ten returned a smile at you in notice, and suddenly tugged on your waist hard. You found yourself suddenly being turned, making your long gown spray out in the air like a cotton in bloom as the pearls shined across the stage like a twinkling star. While your gown was covering the audience’s sight, he smoothly directed your hands further up his shoulder. It was obvious he was a well-experienced dancer, and perfectly crafted the arts to trick the audience. You weren’t the only one. 

You found yourself a little stunned at the gesture, and your heartbeat failed to calm down when he first tugged on your waist. The panic only grew when your fingers were a centimeter away from touching his neck. However, you being the stuck-up bottled person you are - you didn’t show that anxiety, in fact, you gave him a charming smile as a way to thank the young man for taking authority. Your smile only curled up in satisfaction when Ten gave a small nod at the gesture, a way to show that he accepted your gratitude while also thanking you for it. 

This wasn’t a grand ball with twists anymore to you. This was a masquerade. Making artists experiment with changing themes yearly was laughable - no this was just a show of deception and lies. A convincing lie to show to the audience that you can experiment with confidence. That you can fit into the role of being a royal princess. A way to make yourself be seen as an artist to the world. Because a real artist has to and can experiment, right?

The audience was convinced that the two pairs were dancing in synchronous awe, as if the match was a hidden gem underneath the shimmering snow. It was nice that he was mainly leading the dance, however you still felt anxiety and really awkward underneath all of that fake charm you showed. To calm yourself down, you started to break eye contact with Ten and started to stare off into the distance, wishing that your friends would be here at least.

 However you had a feeling they were, yet you still couldn’t find them. It was an odd feeling. Perhaps they were dancing away at another stage. You at least hoped that they were having an enjoyable time and mesmerized the crowd, you knew they certainly would fit the role of being a queen. 

Although you weren’t looking at Ten, you felt as if he didn’t mind. The presence of his smile still reached you, suggesting a sense of confidence, and some warmth behind the tucked curls. 

Suddenly, he let go of your hand and began to step back. You knew what was about to happen. The jump. The finale that places the red ribbon on the dance to a closed gift. Your anxiety was rushing through you again - but you had to do this. You had to. You took a deep breath, and began to twirl with grace away from Ten as well, all there was left was to run up to him and jump. 

You looked at the audience once more, wanting and wishing desperatley to see a familiar face. A friend. However all you saw was the endless crowd of people cheering you on and looking at the stage in awe as what was about to happen next. You finally looked at Ten who was feets away from you, him nearing at the edge of the stage. His skin and outfit was still shimmering in the neon pinks and blues from the lights. He reached his hand out, letting his white gloves in a silent echo to call draw you in. He gave a slight nod - a way to encourage and give a signal to rush at him, and finally end the masquerade. 

You wasted no time after that. Adrenaline canceled out your anxiety as it rushed to your legs and you found yourself sprinting towards him all of the sudden. You didn’t want to be here, but this, this you can probably make it worthwhile to stay. All you knew in that moment, is to live in the present and just go. However your ankle decided to sway to the side in the excruciating way possible, making you trippin on your heels. In a moment of reflex, you just ended up grabbing the nearest thing near you with a yelp to catch your balance. That something however, was Ten’s legs -  this caught him by surprise as he lost his balance on the edge of the stage. A loud thump was heard soon after, and when you opened your eyes, you saw Ten have a shocked expression on his face as he stared back at you. You came onto your senses and realized and how you were practically over his body. No wonder it felt like a soft landing to you. 

You instantly got off him and started to stammer, “I-I am so sorry…” 

He sat up and reached towards you, “It’s fine…are you okay…?” 

When you saw his hands reaching towards you, it reminded you of how uncomfortable that dance was. You instantly inched away and started to push his hands away, “I-I a-am fine…”

Gosh your face was red as a tomato. The sheer embarrassment. 

Your true feelings started to show. 

When you pushed his hand away, it seemed like he got the message and backed off, “Ahh…sorry about that…”

His slightly sad expression seemed to sting you a bit with guilt, this time you reached to him, until he was the one who nudged you away and stammered, “D-don’t feel sorry for me…it’s okay to have boundaries. Sorry for not…noticing earlier.” 

At first you thought the pink neon lights concentrated on his cheeks this time, because he seemed to flush. 

God this whole situation was so awkward to you. You wanted to melt into a pudding and die. 

Ten suddenly got up, and cleared his throat. He gave you one last smile, this time it was more small, more frail. A weak one with a bittersweet taste. Even he, the practiced dancer he is, can show moments of his true self when not on stage. 

Then, he walked away without saying anything. Just like that.

Your heart sank a little. Not because you failed the last move, but because of how they both left at a awkward note. Anxiety and uncomfortableness was now replaced with guilt, and confusion. You didn’t understand why you felt a little hurt when it was his turn to push you away, even when you didn’t want to dance or have him touch you. Your eyes didn’t want to even look at the audience, instead you found yourself staring at your white ribbon on the floor which fell off when you landed on Ten. 

So much for tying the dance with a deceptive red ribbon huh. 

Your fingers gently grasped the white ribbon and without a second thought, you tied your hair up in a beautiful bun with it - back into its original look. You seemed to be in your own little world at that moment, because it seemed that the audience wasn’t even there anymore, and it was just silent.