STOCKHOLM // Punz x Reader

Two

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You wake up in a prison cell. Not that surprising at all. You realize it was a near replica of the ones back in Ensidione. You start to look for any light source, glow stone. Seeing as they always have random brewing stands to make it look intimidating. It was made to have three splash potions of weakness in case the prisoner was misbehaving.

You took one potion, and looked through the bars to find the man once again. You made eye contact.

"Don't even try it," he said, glaring at the potion in your hands.

"Don't try what?" You ask, blinking innocently at him. He didn't buy it and sighed, shaking his head. He pulled off his mask to drink a different potion of magenta color. A potion of strength.

"Hey, man, don't come any closer." You said, stepping away from the bars. You had a plan: destroy the potion effect. How? Simple, when he gets closer, throw the weakness potion at him to cancel out the strength.

You followed up with the plan, the throw of which was a successful hit. He got the effect, you didn't, a great outcome! His instant reaction was to pull out a milk bottle. Using this time, you climbed through the bars and out towards the window.

You climbed out the window, jumping off the ledge into the forest not far from a village. You figured that you could steal some weapons and food from it. The man wasn't far behind you.

He was immediately out of the window behind you, a frustrated grin present on his face. You weaved in and out of the crowd, who separated for him, seeming terrified of his blond locks of hair and gorgeous blue eyes.

You played the part and went along with them, getting off to the side and ducking under a vendor's booth. Luckily enough, it was just what you needed: weapons.

You started looking at the products that were available. All iron swords. Not a single product that wasn't. You grab one and start getting the hang of the hilt of the sword. Well crafted at least. Hearing footsteps you ducked down from the crowd.

"Not so easy, try harder next time." He found you, and had a hold of your arms. He took the sword and handed it back to the crafter. "Sorry, sir, I'll try to keep this person out of trouble." He gave a sincere smile before dragging you back into the prison and into a much more secure cell.

You sat in silence, just looking at each other. You gave an annoyed look at him when he made eye contact, causing him to raise a brow. "What do you want?" He seemed slightly snappy with his words, like he couldn't wait to get out of there.

You didn't blame him.

"Well, since I'm probably gonna be here a while, aren't you going to introduce yourself?" You asked, leaning back against your wall. You still kept eye contact, daring him to break it first.

"You think I'm actually going to tell you? Seriously?" He said, and started laughing.

"Well I'm Y/N, I'm sure you already know that, but I really don't care." You said, still maintaining eye contact.

He narrowed his eyes and sighed. "I'm not telling you my name. It's stupid to do so, because I won't be here much."

"Well why's that?" You groaned, getting more frustrated by the second.

He laughed more before stepping closer. "What, sweetheart, wanted me around that badly?" You spat out a quick no, glaring even more than before (if that were possible). "And for your information, I'm not even an official guard." He stated, backing up again.

"Why? Not good enough?" You said back, feeling a little accomplished. He broke eye contact first, just as you expected.

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