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Love Story

Cheesy romantic Nygmobblepot AU inspired by Taylor Swift's "Love Story"

Ed crashes his car out by the woods and ends up stumbling onto the Van Dahl estate grounds. He goes into the mansion to wait out the hellish thunderstorm, and while he's there, he ends up falling in love with Oswald Kapelput-Van Dahl, the beautiful heir to the Van Dahl family fortune. But does the gorgeous gay heir love him back?

Edward Nygma walks in the pouring rain through the thick woods in a green sweater and black skinny jeans. His car had crashed into a ditch because of the downpour, and his day was already off to a bad start because he's just been suspended from the GCPD for being too weird and annoying. He finally finds his way out of the woods, stumbling upon a castle of sorts, all grey brick and brown shingles, with thick vines covering most of the exterior.

Like something out of a fairytale... He mused, walking up to the house. He knocks on the deep brown wooden door, waiting for someone to answer it. A young man with raven hair and an odd, birdish face answers the door, looking at the drenched, thin man with pure shock.

"Good lord, what happened here?" The young man says, taken aback. He speaks like someone thrice his age.

"Um, I was driving and I lost control of my car and crashed in a ditch. I just need to use your phone...and perhaps get these clothes dried off?" The tall man says, chuckling in a self-deprecating manner. "Oh, gosh, where are my manners? I'm Edward Nygma."

"Oswald Kapelput-Van Dahl." The raven-haired man says warmly, staring at the soaking wet young man before him. "Well, don't just stand there and get a cold, come in. I'll tell my father what happened."

Edward walks into the castle, in awe of the decadent decor. It really is like a fairytale...

He follows Oswald into the living room, where an older man with graying hair sits in an old brown wingback chair reading a newspaper. This late at night? Ed thought, looking around at the expensive furnishings and decor.

"Well, who's this fellow?" The man asks, setting the newspaper aside.

"Father, This is Edward Nygma. He crashed his car into a ditch, managed to get out of the wreck and found his way here. He just needs to use the phone and wait for the rain to stop." Oswald says politely.

He's like a little prince... Ed thought. He couldn't help but stare at Oswald, memorizing his features, which wouldn't be a difficult task given his eidetic memory. Mr Van Dahl walks over to them, taking in Edward's drenched state.

"Well, you're absolutely soaked. I'll get you some dry clothes and have Olga put these in the dryer as soon as possible." Mr Van Dahl says. "It's a wonder you didn't get hypothermia, it's only 43° outside."

"Yes, hypothermia can set in fairly quickly when clothing becomes wet in an environment below 50°" Ed blurts out, unable to control the fun fact compulsion that helped get him suspended.

"Come on, I'll take you upstairs and you can put on some dry clothes." Oswald says warmly, walking towards a staircase near the front door. Ed follows close behind, slightly warmer now from finally being inside. They walk up what must have been 30, maybe 40 stairs to the 2nd floor. Oswald walks down the hallway to the guest room, which he knew had clothes in it that might fit the tall, thin, broad shouldered man. He opens the deep brown wooden door for Ed, who walks on in.

"We haven't really had any company since my mother died, so the guest room has been pretty much empty. You should probably stay here till morning, just to be safe." Oswald says politely. He has such good manners...