#klair

this is quite literally for @kisakunt ONLY!!! if you’re not blair and you even have the audacity of liking this i’m throwing you off the empire state building. i hope u enjoy blair <3 ILL TRY TO MAKE ONE WITH MIKEY TOMORROW!!! anyways happy hanukah!

“blair, i swear to fucking god,” kisaki muttered. to him, the blue hanukah sweater was a little too itchy, and the apron that said ‘worlds best latke maker’ was a little too tight around his waist, but to him it didn’t matter.

kisaki tetta knew just how important this holiday was for you. he knew you weren’t able to celebrate it much and you were hoping this year could be the year you can enjoy the holiday. you’ve been counting down the days since hanukah of last year and finally he was able to celebrate it with you today. he searched up all about hanukah - even trying to learn how to write it in hebrew to impress you - just so he can help make this holiday even more special for you. so when he whipped out potatoes and a grater out of a shopping bag, you were overjoyed.

but now tetta was rethinking his choices after you’ve been too busy eating sufganiyot and admiring him in his holiday attire.

“can you please,” he begged, “help me grate these goddamn potatoes?”

“i know i said i would,” you told him, mouth full of the jelly donut you bought earlier that day. “but this shit tastes so good.”

tetta walked up to you and wiped the jelly on the corner of your mouth. “fucking dumbass…”

you handed him a donut - caramel flavored - for the two of you to feast on together. you held it up to his mouth he took a bite of it, upper lip getting coated in the caramel filling. you couldn’t help but laugh and wipe it off. tetta, however, didn’t have a change in expression and remained uninterested, although all he wanted to do was smile with you and eat the donut you were feeding him, but he had to make a point. “the latkes are going to burn, blair.”

“fine,” you give in, setting the sufganiyah aside. you wrapped the matching apron around your waist and stood beside your boyfriend as he resumed frying the latkes in the pan. you did your job, grating the potatoes, as kisaki did the rest. how he knew how to make fucking latkes, you had no idea.

at long last, the latkes were done. stars sprinkled the sky outside and you knew it was finally time. you untied (yanked) the apron off of kisaki and pulled him towards the menorah sitting by the window. two multicolored candles stood tall on the small, gold menorah, waiting to be set aflame. you took the tallest candle and lit it. after the blessing was said, the lone candle on the right was lit up as well.

kisaki found it beautiful. the lights brightening the dark room, the aroma of fresh latkes and sufganiyot around the house, the dreidel and chocolate gelt waiting to be played with on the table. the whole holiday was magical to him. “there’s eight days of this, right?”

“yup,” you said, pride flashing across your face. “eight days of me kicking your ass in dreidel. scared?”

“you fucking wish,” he smirked. he knew the ins and outs of dreidel, and although it was a game of luck he wasn’t going to let you win.

you shoved him, a matching smirk on your face. but you paused for a moment, staring at the hanukah candles glowing in front of you. finally you were able to celebrate the holiday, and with the love of your life, at that. kisaki walked towards you and wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you closer to him. you didn’t push him away.

“happy hanukah, blair,” he whispered, pressing his lips against your cheek.

“chag sameach, tetta.”

kisaki momentarily pushed you away. “hold on,” he said, “i didn’t learn those words yet.”

yet again that night, you laughed at him. and you laughed at him again and again under the menorah light.

Brok had been on Earth for what seemed like decades when it had been a much shorter time than that, after his family had been made rankless he decided to abandon ship and leave Krypton, though he realized it was a selfish act as he left his younger brother to fend for himself, he was on the fence about returning to a world he no longer loved just to get his brother back and leave them to their own devices, they would get what they deserved eventually, though he would come to regret thinking that. He was in town just grabbing some groceries when he heard gunshots, humans and their toys. He walked outside to see a shootout with the police. Rolling his eyes using his speed he quickly dispatched the gunmen and threw them in front of the police, not caring that they saw him, it wasn’t until he felt eyes on him and turned to see a woman staring dumbstruck at him, he soon sped off.  Arriving at his apartment he was just about to enter when he felt a presence and turned around to find the same woman. 

The members of the Klair train are you and me and that’s it. And you know what? I’m very fine with that. 

“You’re not hurting me, you’re not heavy. I’ve got you, love.” 

Kameron was always the big spoon.

It made sense. 

She was the taller one, she had the big strong arms that girls naturally just fell into. It was understandable.

But sometimes, like tonight, she couldn’t shake the weird feeling of wanting to be held. Kameron tried to ignore it. To brush it off as her silly emotions flaring up again, but Blair, bless her, could tell something was bothering her.

Kameron swore it was like a superpower. At times, Blair could tell Kameron was upset before Kameron herself could come to terms with it.

“You okay, honey?” Blair asked quietly, turning around in Kameron’s arms to look at her. “Somethin’ up?”

Kameron smiled instinctively at her girlfriend's tone. 

“Nothing. It’s fine, angel, let’s just go to bed.”

Blair shook her head, and Kameron could make out a few stray curls shaking in the low light. “No, hey, Somethin’s up.”

Kameron sighed and wouldn’t meet Blair’s eyes, content to trace patterns on the sheets under her. She felt stupid for asking for something so simple. But at the same time, it didn’t feel simple. 

Kameron was quiet for a moment and almost chickened out at the last second, but the weird longing feeling in her gut prompted her.  

“Can we... can we try it the other way tonight? Like cuddling? I know I’m taller and big and whatever and everything might get a little out of place but I-”

Blair cut her off softly. “Kam?”

“Yeah?” 

“Just shut up and roll over.” 

Kameron chuckled nervously and felt a blush spread on her cheeks, but she did as she was told and turned over to face their bedroom wall.

It took a second for Blair to figure out the position of her limbs, but she eventually settled for one arm securely wrapped around Kameron’s waist, and her legs tangled up with Kameron’s like ramen noodles. 

Kameron only stiffened at the contact. 

“Babe?” Blair asked, worry creeping into her voice. 

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m not crushing you, right? Like you can breathe and everything?”

Blair shook her head lightly. “Kam, honey, you're not hurting me, you’re not heavy. I’ve got you, love.”

She did. Blair did have her. In all the ways someone could possibly have someone else, Blair had her. 

“Okay,” Kameron said quietly, letting herself relax a bit into Blair’s hold. “I love you.”

“I love you too.” 

It took a few more minutes until Kameron truly let all of the tension dissipate from her body and she sunk back against Blair. The weird longing feeling in her gut had migrated to her chest and suddenly felt a lot more like happiness and home.

They fell asleep like that, legs tangled, safe and secure in each other’s warmth.

Vixen: how that?

Blair [smiling]: she invited me to Bob's birthday party in New York, and it was fun, like we chatted and drank and danced...

Vixen: danced? how?

Blair: we pop-locked

Vixen: was it a fast dance, slow dance, group dance?

Blair: it was a slow dance, a ballad. [slightly amused] Kameron can waltz

Vixen: Kameron can waltz?

Blair [sighing]: sure she can

Vixen: look how you just said that

Blair [smiling shy]: what? I'm just saying, I'm surprised that Kameron can waltz

Vixen [sighing kind of exasperated]: that sounded more like, "I'm surprised I still have my clothes on."

Blair [blushing]: then she asked me to go to movies

Vixen [hiding her excitement]: did you say yes? to the movie, did you say yes?

Blair: yes