I just really enjoy the game and want the fandom to grow
-Requests are closed!-
And here are some reasons to convince you to read this book!
-These oneshots are gender neutral
-And even though the reader is in them there is no use of Y/n
-I try to...
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Late at night in Hotel Krat, the bustling energy of the city had given way to a serene stillness, the only sound the distant hum of the night and the soft rustle of the wind. In the quiet embrace of the night, you and your beloved Pinocchio lay entwined in each other's arms, the warmth of the blankets cocooning you in a comforting embrace.
The room was bathed in a soft, warm glow, the gentle light from the bedside lamp casting shadows that danced across the walls. Outside, the city skyline shimmered in the darkness, a silent sentinel watching over the slumbering world below.
As you lay beside Pinocchio, his wooden form pressed against yours, you felt a sense of peace wash over you. His presence was a source of comfort, his steady breathing a rhythmic lullaby that calmed your racing thoughts and eased the worries of the day.
Beside you, Pinocchio's features were illuminated by the soft glow of the lamp, his wooden face serene in sleep. His chest rose and fell in a steady rhythm, his heartbeat a gentle echo of the world around you.
In that moment, as you lay together in the quiet darkness, you felt a deep connection to the world and to each other. The worries and cares of the day seemed to fade away, replaced by a sense of contentment and gratitude for the simple pleasure of being together.
And as you drifted off to sleep, wrapped in the warmth of Pinocchio's embrace, you knew that no matter what challenges lay ahead, you would face them together, united in your love and devotion for one another. In the darkness of the night, surrounded by the quiet beauty of Hotel Krat, you found solace in the arms of your beloved puppet, your heart filled with an overwhelming sense of peace and love.
Pinocchio was indeed a bit of an oddball when it came to expressing affection. Being a wooden puppet, he lacked the natural instincts and learned behaviors that humans often took for granted. While he felt deeply, his methods of conveying those feelings were sometimes unconventional, a reflection of his unique nature.
At times, Pinocchio struggled to find the right words or gestures to express his affection. His attempts were often clumsy, his wooden limbs stiff and awkward as he tried to navigate the intricacies of human emotion. But despite his shortcomings, there was an earnestness to his efforts, a genuine desire to connect and show his love in whatever way he could.
Instead of grand gestures or flowery declarations, Pinocchio expressed his affection through simple acts of kindness and devotion. He would carve intricate wooden figurines, each one a labor of love crafted with painstaking care and attention to detail. These gifts, though small in size, carried with them a depth of feeling that words alone could never convey.
In moments of intimacy, Pinocchio's affection manifested in quiet gestures and tender touches. He would brush a stray lock of hair from your face, his wooden fingers gentle against your skin. Or he would simply hold you close, his wooden form pressed against yours in a silent embrace that spoke volumes.
