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WANDERER X READER

As the evening sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows across the cityscape, the Wanderer trudged wearily towards the small apartment he shared with Y/N. The day had been grueling, filled with perilous battles against formidable foes and treacherous terrain. His muscles ached with exhaustion, and his mind buzzed with the echoes of the day's trials.

With a heavy heart and weary limbs, the Wanderer pushed open the creaking door of the apartment and shuffled inside. The dim light filtering through the curtains cast a soft glow over the room, illuminating the familiar surroundings with a warm, inviting hue. He let out a sigh of relief as he kicked off his boots and peeled off his travel-worn cloak, the weight of the day's burdens slowly lifting from his shoulders.

Stepping into the bedroom, the Wanderer's gaze fell upon Y/N, sitting peacefully amidst a sea of pillows and blankets, engrossed in the pages of a book. Her presence brought a sense of calm to his weary soul, a comforting anchor amidst the storm of his restless wanderings.

Y/N looked up from her book as the Wanderer entered the room, a soft smile gracing her lips at the sight of him. She could see the exhaustion etched into his features, the lines of weariness carving deep furrows in his brow. Without a word, she set aside her book and made room for him on the bed, her heart swelling with warmth at the sight of him seeking solace in her presence.

As the Wanderer settled onto the bed, Y/N felt a surge of tenderness wash over her. She reached out a hand to gently caress his cheek, the rough stubble beneath her fingertips a testament to the trials he had endured. In that moment, words seemed superfluous, unnecessary in the silent language of their shared understanding.

With a soft sigh, the Wanderer leaned into Y/N's touch, his weary body seeking respite in her comforting embrace. He nestled his head into her lap, the rhythmic rise and fall of her chest a soothing lullaby against the backdrop of the bustling city beyond their window.

Y/N's fingers trailed through the Wanderer's tousled locks, the gentle motion sending shivers of warmth cascading down his spine. In the soft glow of the lamplight, they found solace in each other's presence, a silent communion of souls bound together by the threads of fate.

And as the night wore on, the gentle rhythm of their breathing mingled with the whispering winds outside, weaving a tapestry of tranquility amidst the chaos of the world. In that moment, the Wanderer found refuge in Y/N's arms, a sanctuary amidst the ever-changing tides of destiny.