Valorant Oneshots

Hot Water Bottle

Your teeth grit as you pulled even more of the covers around you, careful not to move; lest you move onto the colder spots of the sheets.

In hindsight, perhaps agreeing to go to the middle of nowhere in Russia, IN FALL, despite having never experienced so much as snow in your life was a poor decision. Ah, the things we do for love.

You had been with Sasha for a little over a year now when he suggested you join him on his visit to his grandmother. And stupidly you agreed with little thought. It's not that you regret meeting his Babushka, she was a wonderful woman who you were ecstatic to find out Sasha didn't exaggerate about.

That being said.... Now, lying in bed and struggling to fall asleep despite wearing your thickest set of PJs and under two sets of covers. You would be lying if you said you weren't a little tempted to hop on the soonest flight back home.

A laugh brought your attention away from your desperate mission for warmth. "Can you breathe under all of that?" Sasha stood in the doorway, back from his trip to the store. You were certainly a sight to behold, a cocoon of mismatching fabrics and quilts lying stock still on your half of the bed.

"Better to suffocate than to freeze to death" Sasha frowned, stripping out of his heavy coat and into some lighter sleep ware. You had no idea how he could do it. Sleep in THIS weather in nothing but a thin loose white shirt and boxers. Sure, he grew up here, but surely even he had his limits.

"I'm sorry" you huffed a laugh from your blanket fortress, momentarily forgetting the cold as you got a glimpse of his toned back. "Don't apologize, I agreed to come".

He smiled, walking around the bed to his side, "Is there room for me under there?". You whined at the idea of having to expose yourself to the cold even momentarily, "fine".

You hissed when the covers opened, cool air hitting your skin, only to relax when his warm body pressed against yours. Sasha chuckled at the way you melted, "better, да?". "How the hell are you this warm" you quickly turned over to leech off of his heat, throwing your arms and legs around him, the blankets beginning to fill with insulated warmth.

"You'll get used to it eventually" your eyes widened. "Oh no. Absolutely not. Don't get me wrong, I love your babushka. But I don't have it in me to do more than a week at a time! So don't get any ideas, we are not settling down here".

Sasha raised a brow "You plan on settling with me?". You went quiet for a moment, embarrassed. You and Sasha had never really talked about the long-term aspects of your relationship. But it wasn't like you didn't see yourself with him in the future. Quite the opposite, Sasha was easily the best partner you had ever had. Kind, attentive, caring, sweet. Though you could live without his unwavering stubbornness when it came to making you exercise.

"Well, we've been together a year now, and I just met your babushka. So, I would think we were...." you cut yourself off not wanting to say anything stupid.

Sasha pulled you out of your thoughts pressing his lips to your head. "I would love that". His arms wrapped themselves around your waist burying his nose into the crook of your neck.

"Well.... maybe a summer home wouldn't be a bad idea" who were you kidding, it was terrible. But it made him happy, and if you didn't love that. Because you loved him.

Ah, the things we do for love