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Valentine's Surprises

This story was 100% inspired by an anon who sent in an ask when I wanted ideas. Gonna answer that with a link to this.

Kyrie and Melody have the first Valentine's together since he became a guardian. Kyrie's a bit in his own head over it.

Valentine's Surprises

Kyrie had barely been able to sit still all day. He was off for the weekend, Valentine’s weekend. He’d spent weeks calling every flower store in the city for the perfect gift, roses. Not just any roses, but black and blue roses. Rare enough normally, but at the size of normal humans they were almost a dream. He found a place that could get them though, and the smile he’d see on Melody’s face made the calls worth it.

The sound of a door opening had Kyrie on his feet. Byssal was back so he could leave. Go get the flowers, go home, give Melody her gift, and start their weekend. In his excitement he didn’t think about how small the hallway was or the fact Byssal would be walking inside. He ran right in to the shorter man. Byssal fell back with a grunt and Kyrie snapped out of his focus.

“Byss, I’m sorry I wasn’t thinking, are you alright?” Kyrie crouched and held out a hand to Byssal. It wasn’t the first time he’d made a mistake like that. Back then he thought Byss would never forgive him… see him as a monster. It wouldn’t be hard, Byssal was a lot shorter than him. A different class than Kyrie and the minimum height for it.

“I’m fine,” Byssal grunted as he grabbed Kyrie’s hand. Kyrie hefted him up easily.

“Good, good.”

They stood in silence for a bit. Byssal stared up at him. It left Kyrie with a feeling he did make some mistake.

“So I’m walking out for you to leave or am I going inside first?” Byss sighed. Kyrie’s eyes went wide as he stumbled back. He didn’t realize they were still in the hall. He opened his mouth, but a sharp glare stopped him as Byss finally walked by. “If you waste any more time apologizing, that flower shop might close.”

Kyrie smiled and turned back to leave. He didn’t miss the chuckle from behind him though.

Out in the fresh air he calmed down. All he had to do was get to the store then head home, maybe pick something else up she’d like on the way. Despite everything on his mind, Kyrie focused his eyes on the ground. He kept a careful eye on where each step would land, he’d never come close to stepping on anyone. It didn’t matter that there were protections in place, he wouldn’t test them.

The slow steps didn’t keep him from reaching the flower shop for long. He stood at the guardian sized door with a grimace. Every building was built to fit the biggest colossus class in history, but that didn’t mean all the doors were. He let out a reserved sigh as he pushed open the door. It was an uncomfortable way he had to bend to walk inside, but he was the one that broke the norm. The only colossus to pass 320 in a long time…

“Welcome to Petal to the Metal; freshest flowers, fastest delivery, how can I help you?” a titan class guardian said as Kyrie stood up straight in the building. They were taller than Byssal, but still a lot shorter than him. Barely breaking 200 feet tall.

“Hi,” he waved as he stepped forward. The store clerk stared up at him and he saw the moment his face dropped. The same reaction everyone had. The reaction Melody didn’t have, even the first time she saw the new him. “I’m picking up an order of black and blue roses. Smallest size.”

“Oh… you were that order. One second.”

The clerk walked away. Kyrie looked around the shop. Flowers he could hold surrounded him. A little while after he’d met Melody they had gone to a flower shop like this. She pushed for them to go in that day. He couldn’t have said no even if he wanted to, she was so determined. When they walked in she stared straight up. Away from the flowers she could hold to the ones only a colossus could. Her eyes shone brighter than anything. She didn’t need to say it for him to tell what caught her attention…

“Sir,” the clerk pulled him from his memories. He had a person in his hand now. Kyrie stepped closer, squinting a bit to see the black box in the hands that felt impossibly small.

“You ordered the black and blue roses right?” the normal human clerk spoke as he stepped forward on the hand. Kyrie nodded. “Right well, we don’t have a box to fit your hands so this is the best we can do. Be careful carrying it, we aren’t responsible for crushed flowers. It’s part of why we usually deliver them.”

Kyrie held his hand close to the normal sized human. His fingertips stopped just before touching the small man. It still felt strange like this. Even more so when the small black box, one that was half the size of the man that placed it, was set on his fingers. No not fingers, on a single fingertip. He couldn’t bring himself to pull his hand back from the clerks.

“Sir, is there a problem?” the guardian clerk asked. He stepped away from Kyrie, as if they were in danger. He held back a sigh over it and just tried to smile.

“No, this is perfect, thank you,” Kyrie said. He pulled the hand he’d offered back and carefully slipped the flowers onto his other palm. There was no chance he’d let anything happen to them. He turned slowly, walking out with more care than he’d shown all day.

Kyrie pulled his hand close to his chest as he bent to leave the store. It was getting dark, but the trip home would be short. If he trusted himself he’d run home, but a second of distraction could crush the perfect gift. He was tempted to take the medicine to be her size. To see the shine she’d have in her amazing brown eyes.

As he walked he left streets filled with all sizes… all smaller than him. Slowly he reached the guardian housing. Step by step he passed ones for each size until he reached the ones for his own class. For colossus. Even then he had a while to go. The only place he felt a little like he used to. Even more when he knew he’d see Melody soon.

Once the house came into sight he stopped. He brought the hand holding the flowers up to his eyes and slowly uncurled his fingers. After a deep breath of relief he curled his fingers over the flowers again. He kept each step as soft as possible to try and surprise her. There was something different today though. A package outside the door he used.

Kyrie stepped up to the door, bending to grab the package with his free hand. It was light, but he didn’t remember ordering anything. It took a bit to find the label, it was a lot smaller than he expected and addressed to Melody. Finding her name made his heart fall a little. Every year she baked for him. It made sense she didn’t this year with his size now… He forced the darker thoughts out of his mind and opened the door, using the hand he kept the package in.

Once inside he didn’t stop walking until he could see the wall that connected to a house Melody’s size. He paused, Melody had most of the medicine on her side. A little was kept in his room. Just for emergencies. He could take it… go back to what they were. Have a night, a day, where for a while they were the same again.

There was more to it though. He could see the way she smiled when she saw the flowers. Have something she baked. Hold her. Feel cold and warm all at once. Her soft hair would be something he could play with…

Just as he raised his foot to head towards his room, to the medicine, he heard Melody scream. All thoughts disappeared as he ran forward. He crashed to his stomach near the door her size. The package was forgotten as he left it next to him to push open the door. To see her.

It took longer than he wanted for the room to look anything other than blurry. It all looked normal. Normal and empty of Melody. There was a large pile of what looked like leather in the center of the room. He started to panic, he felt a strange rumble in his chest as his fear grew.

The leather pile moved. His eye locked on it. The rumble grew more intense. Like a growl, something he didn’t know he could do. The leather pile moved again. He had to open the door, but that would mean he stopped looking. If he stopped something could come out. Something that could hurt Melody. Something that already could have.

“Kyrie!” Melody’s voice came from the pile that kept moving. She sounded nervous. “That’s you right? Go away, I'm fine!”

“It’s me,” he mumbled. The growl he had started to die. His anxiety didn’t. Not until he saw Melody’s face pop out of the pile of leather, her hair was a mess. That reminded him of just what he was planning to do before all of this. The glare he could make out from her reminded him why she’d kill him if he did. Why he loved her so much too. “Do you need help?”

“I’m fine!” He watched her try to stand up, she yelped as she fell back this time. He couldn’t stop himself from laughing a little. “Rude!”

“You look stuck. You really don’t need help?”

“No, nope. I’m good.” He watched her manage to stand, only to trip trying to get out. He laughed at her again. “Ugh… fuck!”

“It sure looks like you don’t need help.” Curses came from Melody after he spoke. It wasn’t possible to stop his laugh from leaking through. Silence sat between them. She tried to get out of the mess a few more times. He managed to contain his laughter for those ones.

“...Can you help me?”

“Just a second, I’ll need to open my door.”

“Thank you…”

Kyrie pushed himself to his knees and slid back. He pulled the door open before lying on his stomach again. He waited a few seconds, taking in the whole scene. Most of the furniture was moved to the sides. The bundle of leather rested on top of some band he couldn’t see well. A few curses from Melody pushed him to reach in.

Reaching for her was surreal. It wasn’t often he had to stick his hand into a house. Even with the space Melody had made his hand didn’t fit well. He had to push the couch and coffee table away. He wanted to just grab her, but for her safety he grabbed as much of the leather pile as he could. Once it was up he saw bits fall, finally realizing the pile was bracelet straps. Ones for the smallest guardian class.

Kyrie pulled Melody out with his hand as steady as possible. She’d been better about heights, but he didn’t want to scare her while she was trapped. Once she was right beneath his face he opened his hand. The pile wasn’t as much of a pile in his palm. All he could do was watch as Melody pushed them off her. He wasn’t sure how to help her without hurting. He was too big to help.

“Can you help a bit?” she asked. He actually jumped, she trusted him so much. “If you at least hold them up I should be able to slip out.”

“Yeah, sorry I was just thinking,” he said. Kyrie brought his other hand closer, it was still a tight fist. Without thinking he opened his fist above her head. The now crushed black box fell right on top of Melody.

He’d completely forgotten about the flowers. Now, next to her, he truly understood how small they were. How easily he could hurt her. If he wasn’t paying attention he could even miss that she was there. It was awful, he was a monster. A danger. He should force himself to adjust to the medicine at home. The officials said he could grow to be used to it. That would be better than-

“...you knew…” Melody’s voice broke him from his spiral. “I never said it, how did you know?”

He met her eyes. Shining, bright, and she had a smile on her face. The dark cloud in his mind ebbed a bit. He could see the broken stems, parts of petals fallen in the box. Melody was still happy. She still looked at him the same.

“That day, at the flower shop back when…” he whispered.

“Back when we’d only been dating a little while.” The awe in her voice managed to push more of the dark cloud away. It grew again as her body started to shake.

“I’m sorry, I was so careful and then-”

“Then I was an idiot and you panicked?” She laughed, the smile hadn’t faltered. Tears slipped from her eyes. “I can’t believe you noticed. That you even remembered. This is amazing… How did you even get them this small? It’s nearly impossible still.”

“I called around.”

“Well keep the number for the one that had these. I want to get them again after they wilt.”

“But they’re-”

“They’re perfect. Maybe I’ll dry them out. Preserve them…”

“How are you always able to do that?” His voice was small. She was still trapped in the mess she’d screamed over. He started to pull at the bracelet straps. Melody basically just let him take care of it while she hugged the flowers.

“Do what?” When there were almost no straps left on her he pinched her between two fingers. He lifted her off his palm and set her on the ground. After that he crossed his arms, rested his head on them, and watched her.

“Make it seem like, even when I do something awful, it doesn’t matter.”

“Because you haven’t done anything awful? I don’t have to make it seem like you didn’t.”

“I ruined the flowers.”

“How?” she pulled one out. The long stem was broken half way down. Petals had fallen, but for the most part it still looked like a blue rose. She pulled out a black rose which had more missing petals and even less stem. A part of him wished he couldn’t see the details so he could believe her. “The stems I’d break to put them in water? The petals that are going to fall as it wilts anyway? They still look beautiful and smell amazing.”

Kyrie reached forward and wrapped his fingers around her. She leaned into them. Always kind and able to talk him out of his own dark thoughts. He still might take the medicine, see his memories correctly again. Suddenly Melody jumped up and out of his hold.

“Oh, I should get your gift,” she smiled at him. He narrowed his eyes, suspicious now. Melody looked at the flowers for a minute before looking up at him again. “Actually, that band on the ground near where I was, can you grab it?”

Kyrie tilted his head in curiosity. Melody kept her eyes on him, a smile appearing as soon as he moved. He kept his eyes on her, blindly reaching for the band. Eventually he managed to wrap his fingers around the leather band he ignored before. He pulled it close and set it down in front of her. Melody kept that smile. Even as she gently placed her flowers on the ground beside her.

“This is special,” Melody started. She knelt next to one end of the band and waved for Kyrie to reach forward. He did as she wanted. “See here, this is more of the part to unwrap pretty much. This, right here.”

Melody lifted what looked like a pull tab. Kyrie carefully pinched it. He pushed himself to lean on his elbows and held the other end of the band down. Melody stepped back, he waited until she nodded. Then he pulled. At first it didn’t move, but the first thing he saw once it did had tears in his eyes.

A picture they took back when they first met. Melody was blushing, hiding her face, but Kyrie was smiling widely at the camera. The two together, the same size. He kept pulling at the band. More pictures.

One where she was sitting in front of him while they played a game. Teaching him how to play.

Another where the two had fallen asleep next to each other on a couch.

Arguing over a board game, he could remember the way she turned on her brother when the flash went off.

The ones from a photobooth after a horror movie event they went to. He had been terrified the whole night, but she just smiled at the ‘interesting’ scares. He could still see the fear on his own face, but she didn’t judge him. Just tried to comfort him.

A picture her friends took when he’d given her a new statue for her collection. Her favorite game character of the week. She turned bright red, convinced he didn’t know she collected them.

The day they moved in together. She thought she looked awful, hair in a messy bun and old clothes. Her brother took the picture when Kyrie snuck up on her.

The next gave him a pause. It was one of the nights she opened up to him. He was asleep next to her after a long talk about trust and the future. She had taken a selfie of the two of them. That alone was shocking, but this picture had Melody kissing his cheek. He never saw this one before.

Then one he could never forget. He wanted to take her to a fancy place. The dress she wore had been stunning. Black, thigh length with off the shoulder sleeves. Her hair had been curled. He was standing there like an idiot. Jaw on the floor, just before he pulled her into a tight hug. She shoved him away after he said he wasn’t sure he could share how beautiful she looked.

At the end was probably the most painful. The day she left. The last time they were together and were the same. He had his chin on her head and arms wrapped around her. He would never forget the promise he made. That they’d be the same when she got back, that it was a good choice. It was good she’d left, but not for the reasons he meant back then. He had time to learn how to be near others, time to learn how not to hurt Melody.

“Kyrie?” Melody’s voice was a whisper. She sounded scared, worried, maybe even nervous. Things that didn’t match her. He tore his gaze from the pictures to see her. She had picked up the flowers, hugged them close. Like a security blanket. “Is it too much? You were talking about how your memories aren’t how they should be. I thought, with this, you could remember…”

Kyrie’s mouth moved, but there were no words to come out. She was stunned by his gift, but this… this was more than he could have dreamt of. He moved to look at the pictures again. The last one specifically. Maybe things hadn’t changed, maybe only he had. He was the one scared, the one that was ready to run. Melody didn’t act that way.

“I’m sorry, I guess I should have just stuck with baking something. It’s supposed to be a bracelet, but they didn’t have straps your size. I ordered one, but it didn’t get here. Place said it was delivered, but I couldn’t find it. You can just throw it out or whatever, it’s fine.”

Kyrie looked at her just in time to see the habits he’d always watched closely. Arms hugged tighter to herself. Hair in front of her face. He still had no words, so he moved. He pushed himself up to sit on his knees. Then he grabbed the package he forgot about earlier. He could feel her eyes on him.

Kyrie ripped open the package; a band like the mess she was trapped in sat inside. He pulled it out and picked up the band of pictures. He wrapped it around his left wrist, but struggled to tie it together. He set his hand down next to her, one edge of the strap stuck out near her.

“Can you help?” he croaked out. His voice was broken. Melody looked up at him with awe before doing as he asked.

“I… I actually picked this band out on purpose,” she said. “It has some ways to make it easier for me to help tie it.”

It only took a few seconds for Melody to make use of those ways. The string-like band was tight against his skin. Not too tight, that didn’t seem like something she could do. Once she was done he brought his other hand around to pull her off the ground. To help him the flowers were safely on the ground, but he still kept his excited movements slow.

Melody yelped, but there was no sign of her fear of heights. She trusted him. She’d worked hard to handle times like this. Kyrie brought his hand to a stop in front of his face. Melody had wide eyes, but her cheeks were red. She didn’t always blush this easily. He tilted his hand to have Melody flat against his fingers. Then he kissed her.

As always she was a cold feeling against his skin. Electricity shot through him when her small lips pressed against him. Almost too quickly the cold became a warmth he could never live without. When he pulled away Melody’s hair was a mess, but she was smiling.

“I love you,” he said. Loud enough he knew the words would rumble in her chest. One of the things this change of his made possible. One thing he could do for her that no one else could do the same way.

“I love you, too,” Melody smiled. The smile he’d been imagining could never live up to the real thing.

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