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More killer chat fanart for the valentines event!

your fics are so so amazing!! ive been binge reading them.

i know you’ve done ronin x reader that runs hot or is cold - could you ever do one where reader is really hot at night, but can’t sleep unless theyre cool, and ronin helps them sleep

You had a problem.

A really annoying, unbearable, can’t-sleep, tossing-and-turning kind of problem.

You ran hot. Always had. No matter how thin your blankets were, no matter how much you tried to sprawl out or push away the covers, the heat clung to you like a second skin, making sleep almost impossible.

And tonight? Tonight was worse than usual.

You groaned, kicking the sheets off yet again, only for them to tangle around your legs.

Still too damn hot.

This was hell.

You flopped onto your back, glaring at the ceiling. The fan was on. The window was open. And yet, the warmth still lingered under your skin, making you feel like you were suffocating.

You kicked the blanket off for what had to be the hundredth time that night, frustration clawing at you as another wave of heat made your skin prickle.

Too hot.

The air in your room felt suffocating, clinging to your skin in a way that made sleep impossible. It didn’t matter that the fan was on, or that you had cracked a window. The warmth wrapped around you, sticky and relentless, leaving you tossing and turning in misery.

You exhaled sharply, pressing the cool side of your pillow against your cheek. It didn’t help.

With an irritated groan, you sat up, rubbing at your face. If you didn’t get some sleep soon, you were going to lose your damn mind.

And, as if summoned by your suffering, a familiar voice drawled from your doorway—low, amused, and full of trouble.

“Y’know, darlin’, if you keep makin’ all that noise, you’re gonna wake the dead.”

You turned sharply to see Ronin leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed, that ever-present smirk tugging at his lips. His dark eyes glinted with amusement, but there was something else there, too—something unreadable.

Your scowl deepened. “The hell are you doing here?”

He pushed off the doorframe, taking slow, deliberate steps into your room. “Heard you tossin’ around like you were fightin’ demons in your sleep. Figured I’d check before you burned the place down.”

You huffed, flopping back onto the mattress. “Not demons. Just heat.”

Ronin cocked his head. “That bad, huh?”

You groaned. “It’s like sleeping in an oven. I swear, I’m gonna melt.”

He hummed in consideration, then, without warning, reached out and pressed the back of his hand against your forehead. His skin was cool, sending a shiver down your spine as you instinctively leaned into it.

He grinned. “Damn, darlin’, you run hot. Should’ve told me you were a walking furnace.”

You swatted his hand away, embarrassed by how nice the touch had felt. “It’s just at night. I can’t sleep unless I’m cool.”

Ronin studied you for a long moment, then rolled his eyes. “Scoot over.”

You blinked. “What?”

He didn’t wait for you to process. He just grabbed the blanket you had kicked onto the floor, tossed it over the chair in the corner, and sat on the edge of the bed like he owned the place.

“You need to cool down,” he said simply, already stretching out beside you like this was normal. “And lucky for you, I run cold.”

Your brain stalled. “...You want me to sleep next to you?”

He smirked, lazily propping himself up on one elbow. “Unless you got a better idea?”

You did have a better idea. It was called suffering through the heat until your body gave out from exhaustion. But the longer you stared at him, the more tempting the alternative became. Ronin was always cool to the touch—an effect of whatever the hell was running through his blood, you assumed. Even now, his presence was like a cold front in the middle of a summer storm.

You bit your lip. “...Fine.”

He chuckled, clearly entertained by your reluctance. “That’s the spirit, darlin’.”

Carefully, hesitantly, you shifted closer—just enough for your arm to brush against his. The relief was immediate. The contrast of your overheated skin against his cool one sent a wave of comfort through you, like plunging into cold sheets after a long day.

You exhaled, letting some of the tension melt away.

Ronin, for once, didn’t tease you. He just got comfortable, shifting until he was lying on his back, one arm tucked behind his head. His breathing was steady, slow, and the rhythm of it was strangely calming.

Minutes passed, and your body finally started to settle. The heat didn’t feel as unbearable anymore. The air wasn’t as suffocating.

Then, his voice broke the silence.

“Y’know, you could get even closer,” he mused, the amusement back in his tone. “I wouldn’t mind.”

You shot him a glare. “You’re pushing it.”

He laughed, deep and lazy. “Just sayin’. I don’t bite.” He turned his head slightly, his gaze latching onto yours. “Not unless you ask real nice.”

You groaned, shoving his shoulder with weak irritation. He was impossible. Even when he was helping, he had to get under your skin.

But, despite the teasing, he stayed right there—steady, quiet, solid. And when sleep finally started to creep in, you didn’t fight it.

Maybe Ronin was nothing but trouble. But tonight? He was trouble you didn’t mind having around.

And as your body finally relaxed, lulled by the cool comfort of his presence, you realized something else.

You had stopped tossing and turning.