STOCKHOLM // Punz x Reader

Seventeen

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"Hey Y/N!" You heard a familiar voice call from down the hall, Tommy.

"What!" You scream back, waking Punz up. You really didn't care though.

"Is Mr. Punz asleep?" Fundy asked, peeking around Tommy's legs.

"I was until you woke me up." Punz groaned at the child. Fundy seemed really excited, you weren't sure why.

"Apparently this child will do everyone's laundry for a day to come down here for a night shift. Now go to sleep." Tommy said, rubbing his eyes. You instantly shook your head in response.

"You have other duties to attend to! You shouldn't have to watch a prisoner!" You said, having more to say before Tommy shushed you.

"Fundy said something about 'boy talk'! Don't drag me into whatever he's doing." He paused before glancing at Punz. "Besides, I've got the night shift regardless. Might as well get to know what I'm dealing with... Besides, I'll have an annoying child for company!"

Fundy looked back up at Tommy, pure anger in his eyes. He huffed and crossed his arms, glaring at the wall. Tommy pat Fundy's head with a cheeky smile, laughing. "I was only joking! You're my favorite nephew." He looked at you and quickly mouthed the word 'sometimes'.

Fundy looked back up at Tommy again, seriousness in his eyes. "I'm your only nephew, uncle Tommy." He said bluntly, smiling when Tommy blinked multiple times in confusion.

The child then turned his gaze towards you. "Go eat, Y/N! We can take care of him for a bit..." He glanced at Punz before abruptly changing his mind. "Actually, uncle Tommy can watch him for a bit. You and I have some discussing to do!" He grabs your hand and begins to drag you from the room.

You quickly turn towards Punz and waved. He only yawned, lifted his hand, and flopped back onto his bed. Tommy glanced between the two of you before shrugging. "This is normal." You heard his fleeting voice from behind you, making you laugh.

"So, Fundy..." You look down at him, following slowly as he dragged you down the hallways toward the dining hall. "What do we need to talk about, exactly?" You ask him, raising a brow. He stopped for a moment, looking at you. He then shrugged and continued walking, staying silent until you reached the dining hall.

"There's still some leftover roast, they've kept it in the oven for you with the coals." He says, nodding at the kitchen attached. You blink, surprised that he had known, but went to get some regardless. It was just as he said, in the oven with the coals. Still quite hot in your opinion.

After eating you figured you should get back down to Punz since you were responsible for him, and you didn't want to torture Tommy. As you were almost out the door, Fundy grabbed your hand again. "Woah, woah," his childish voice came softly from behind you. "We still have some discussion to do."

You sighed and followed the fox boy back to a splintering table, reminding you almost exactly of the merchant stands in the Falconier empire. Still reminding you of how similar the empires were.

"Yes, child?" You say, making eye contact with the fox.

"You have a thing for Punz." Fundy blurted out. You instantly turned around, feeling your face heat up.

"No I don't." You say through the mental breakdown you were starting to have.

"We should go to your room." Fundy said, grabbing your hand to guide you towards your room. You collapsed head-first onto the bed.

"Please don't tell your father, someone might die." You say through the sheets, still having a semi-mental breakdown. Fundy gasped in surprise, then it was like you gave him an entire can of pure sugar.

"YES!" He screamed at the top of his lungs. You instantly made sure the kid wouldn't have a seizure from the sudden rush of excitement.

"Fundy! What are you so excited for?" You asked frantically, holding his shoulder firmly. He took a few deep breaths before grinning at you.

"Oh nothing! You can back to Mr. Punz now!" He shoots from where he had been sitting on the edge of your bed. As he ran, you heard his voice follow him down the echoey halls. "FATHER!"

You sighed, resting your face in your hands, oh dear, were you royally screwed.
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