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•}Clotted Cream x Reader{•

Allergy Warnings: Verbal abuse, physical abuse, depressive mindset, toxic relationships

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You weren't sure what to believe.. It hurt knowing that your partner had one of those days.. but his reputation was also tarnished

It hurt with every insult he threw at you, it hurt with every punch he threw at you, it hurts to see him belittling himself..

You had covered multiple cracks within your dough with concealer. You had kept your act to keep Clotted Cream's reputation high, but how much more can you take?

He'd used you as he pleased. How did things turn out like this? What happened to the heart-felt words of affirmation? What happened to the butterflies that fluttered in your stomach? What did you do to make your dear Clotted Cream hate you?

Sobbing in the corner of his chambers, you don't dare to leave.. you never had the choice in the first place

As the moment you dreaded came, he had entered the room. Ignoring you at first, he finally turns to you. & he began screaming at you. The screaming had become white noise as you close your eyes..

It must have been your fault.. right? As he pulls your hair to make you open your eyes, you hold back tears. Everything melts as you lay there, helpless in your own denial

It must have been your fault it became like this. You must've done something to upset him so.. you must have harmed him accidentally..

It's your fault
It's your fault
It's your fault
It's your fault
It's your fault
IT'S YOUR FAULT!
IT'S YOUR FAULT!
IT'S YOUR FAULT!
IT'S YOUR FAULT!
IT'S ALL YOUR FAULT!!!

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Is it your fault?

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As Clotted Cream took a stroll in the gardens of the Custard Household, he had his brows furrowed. He went to his chambers today only to find a note instead of {Name}. The only thing it said was the location garden & 12am. Clenching the note in his hand, he had gone to their secret spot

There they were. {Name}'s hair flowing gently in the wind. They were wearing their formal wear while they face away from Clotted Cream

"Why did you call me here so late, dear?"

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No response. Unfortunately, Clotted Cream took this as a keep going sign "You know, we could've just talked this out in my chambers! You know it's quite ru-" "We're breaking up."

Clotted Cream's eyes widen. Did he hear that right? "E-excuse m-" "We're breaking up." As {Name} turns towards Clotted Cream, their eyes were devoid of emotions & duller than he's ever seen. Their voice never sounded so cold.. As Clotted Cream reaches out to {Name}. They disappear with a swift blow of wind

Ah.. he was hallucinating again. As he shakes from more than just the cold, tears of pure regret run down his face. Reflecting his rather poor complexion & eyebags. He had lost them.. forever.

As Clotted Cream let's it all out, Financier decides to leave Clotted Cream with his own emotions. A pitiful sound of a scream was heard as Financier retreats back into the shadows