STOCKHOLM // Punz x Reader

Fourteen

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A few hours into guarding Punz, you saw the sun began to set. He was stretched out on the iron bed, staring blankly at the ceiling. You sigh, looking back toward the sound of approaching footsteps.

There in the archway of the hall was Wilbur and Fundy. Wilbur looked tired, and Fundy looked quite excited. You snickered, watching as the child's tail hit his father a few times. Wilbur cleared his throat and gestured for you to stand.

You stood and grinned at him. "Wassup, king?" You ask, moving closer to the royals. Wilbur grinned slightly, shaking his head.

"I'm not king yet, and we both know that." He states, placing a hand on Fundy's shoulder. The fox quickly calmed, looking up at the man. "Calm down, son." Fundy grinned and nodded vigorously.

"You will be soon," you respond, leaning against the wall next to him. You catch sight of Punz looking towards your newfound trio. You instantly stuck out your tongue at the blonde before paying attention to Wilbur yet again.

"Seriously?" Wilbur said, looking into the cell. Punz stared at him.

"Am I allowed to ask why you're both down here, I know Fundy wouldn't be down here unless there was a reason?" You asked, seeing Fundy start to look at the sets of iron bars.

"Why don't you tell Y/N Fundy?" Wilbur said, Fundy shot up in response to his name.

"Oh yeah! Dad and I would like to take the night shift!" Fundy screamed, it felt like the entire prison could hear him.

"No, absolutely not! Fundy, this isn't a place for someone like you, Punzie over there could try to hurt you at any time. Besides, your father looks like he needs a day of rest!" You argued as you kneel towards the small fox.

"No, it's fine, I'm fine. You've been watching him for hours, so I figured I'd find someone to give you a break then Fundy came and asked so I'd figure I go." Wilbur said, you knew better than to argue with him.

"Why are you down here for so long? Back in Falconier, we had around hour-long shifts for prisoners. You've been here for nearly nine hours!" Punz agreed, you could tell he meant it for once.

"Even Mr. Prisoner agrees with us!" Fundy said, pointing to Punz. You broke out laughing at the name. Punz started getting angry.

"I started to like you, kid! First it was Punz, then Punzie, now Mr. Prisoner!? You Ensidionians have weird naming addictions.

You shrugged making eye contact. "Well Sapnap did it, too... Maybe he's meant for the Ensidione lifestyle!"

Punz glared at you, surprisingly not breaking eye contact. You looked away when you felt a tug on your sleeve. "Yes, Fundy?" You ask, smiling down at him.

"Well, first, who's Sap-nap?" He asked, pausing in the middle of pronouncing Sapnap's name.

"Sapnap is a Falconier guard," you explain, leaning towards the child.

"Ok, well then, second, what does he mean by Bunz?" Fundy asked, seeming confused about the name. You and Wilbur burst out laughing.

"I really don't like you anymore kid! It's Punz, not Bunz, got it?" Punz screamed at him. Wilbur instantly reacted with a stern face.

"Oh, sorry Mr. Punz, are you still alright if I stay here?" Fundy said, sitting in front of bars.

"Sure, why not." Punz said, high-fiving the child. Wilbur turned his gaze towards you and gestured for you to leave. You had no choice but to leave.

On your way to the main floors of the castle, a stray cat walked in. It had white fur, and nice light blue colored eyes, it reminded you of Punz. You walked past it with a sense of normality, but the cat followed you.

"Alright then, you can stay, if you're willing to get frozen." You say to the cat, it made no reaction whatsoever.

You made your way back to your room thinking about why the cat was following you. You found yourself stopping in the hallway where Punz had attacked you. It seemed weird stopping at this spot, but you figured it was rational, seeing as there were still marks on the floor from Punz's armour.

You made your way inside your room to finally let yourself drift away from the war. You took off your armour and finally collapsed on your bed. Letting yourself drift off into your sleep.
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