STOCKHOLM // Punz x Reader

Sixteen

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It had been a bit of time since Wilbur and Fundy left. You stood in front of the door to his cell, ignoring the rumbling in your stomach and the throbbing in your head. Fundy had probably kept the blonde man awake all night, so he had immediately collapsed after you took your place by the door.

You glance through the bars, seeing as his sides rise and fall. He looked as calm as he had the day you left, as peaceful as ever. You smiled, sadness overwhelming your head.

That was when it hit you.

You had fallen in love, which was a surprise in itself. What was more of a surprise was who it was. If anything, you thought you would have fallen for another member of the Ensidionian guard in the future... Not a Falconier assassin who had kidnapped you.

As you thought more about it, you shrunk to the ground, wrapping your hands around your head to try and destroy the thoughts. You couldn't love him, you weren't even supposed to like him at all. He was — is the enemy.

God, what if Wilbur found out? Or Tommy? Or Wilbur's twin?-

"Y/N?" Punz's voice was quiet, but nearby. You glance over to where the sound had come from, and he was pressed against the bars of the wall. His eyes were filled with worry as he stared at you. "Are you alright?" The worry in his eyes slicked his voice in its essence.

You cleared your throat and sat up straighter, letting your hands fall back. "I'm alright, Punz." You smile at him, continuing to block out the original thoughts. It was bad enough that you were thinking of it at all, even worse when it was in front of him.

"No you aren't." He stated matter-of-factly. You raised your brows, internally worried that he knew, externally confused. "You called me Punz."

You laughed at that, glancing back at him to see just how serious his expression was. "That's your name, though...?"

He shook his head, leaning back. "Not to you." He said bluntly, ignoring your laughter. You shook your head before staring out towards the archway. He kept his eyes trained on you, and you couldn't help but wonder what he thought of you.

You were probably just a prisoner-turned-guard in his mind. And — if you were playing bold — you could possibly be his friend. Nothing more... right?

After a few minutes, you locked eyes with him, to which he quickly looked away. "I am not doing that again." He states, the edges of his lips lifting into a small smile. You laugh again, before leaning against the door, the cool iron chilling your face more than the cold air swirling around.

"It's pretty cold here, huh?" He asks, tilting his head backwards to show off his jawline.

You nod, cracking another smile. "It does happen to do that in the mountains. Guess you wouldn't know that, though..."

He nods, still not looking at you. "Yeah, most places I've been sent to are warm." He pauses before huffing some quiet laughter. "I take it you were quite surprised when you went to the nether, huh?" You nod, remembering the exact way you had reacted when stepping through the murky purple that transported you to the burning place.

"It was horrible, man!" You said quickly, laughing. He nodded with a grimace.

"Dream said it was, too."

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A few hours pass, the former silence of the day before now being filled with meaningless chatter from you and the blonde. You couldn't help but remember the love you thought of earlier that day for him.

"Hey, Punz?" He hummed in response, urging you to continue. "Remember back in the Falconier prison when we were talking about the death angel thing?" You asked quietly, looking over at him.

He paused for a moment, thinking about it. "Yeah, I do. Why?"

"Well, this sort of reminds me of that night." You say, laughing. It also reminds me of why I love you. You think, glancing at him. The words were on the tip of your tongue, but you couldn't bring yourself to say them.

"It is quite a similar situation, isn't it?" He chuckles, looking over to the window down through the archway. "Only the roles are reversed now."

You nod, staring out of the window, as well. When you glance back, his eyes were sad. More so than you've ever seen from anyone before.

"Hey..." He said quietly, looking back at you.

"What's up?" You ask, smiling at him. He blinks, then shakes his head.

"Ignore me, sorry."

You frown at his response. It was unlike him to brush away his feelings (or at least from what you've seen) as he seemed to do just then.
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