Worthless Masterpiece [Various!Arcane X Reader]

Pinky Promise

This is by far the shortest chappie you will see in this book! All the others are past the 2000+ range!

Thanks for waiting, and I hope you enjoy it!

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"Powder? Is that you?"

The small girl, the inventor of the new rising sun, thought she could be sneaky enough to sneak into your bunk bed above hers. Her attempts were of no harm. Rather, like many times, similar to this full moon lit night, only wanted to come near for comfort. A dream that should have been good was nothing but hate, pain, and criticism.

Your eyes were not open to her nor turned to face her as she continued to unravel the old (F/C) blankets. Quickly ushering herself inside to keep the cold away.

"Y-Yeah. It's me.."

"Want to talk about it?"

"N...no..." Your back faced her to which she scoots close to hug you tight, shivering and still wide awake, soon finding drops of water hit your neck, one after another "Please (Y/N)...Please d-d-don't leave me.."

Powder was allowed to cry. She needs to cry in order to let it out. An honor to be shown her weak side, yet pity, sadness, and empathy grown for her.

One single hand reached out to hold her hand. Not crushing it, but hold it to let her know she is alright. That she is okay. Your warmth and body heat kept her warm for the time being. Squeezing and rubbing little circles onto the back of her little hand. Pale, skinny, boney hand..

"I won't, Powder. I won't.."

Those words of promise made her curl around you more. Crying. Sobbing. Just letting it out in one go. The dream must have been so bad that you now turned around to face Powder. Her eyes were swollen from all her crying. It amazed you how Vi didn't wake up yet. Actually, the two boys snoring up a storm, too.

"How about we go down and grab something sweet, yeah? I think I saw some cookies in the pantry earlier.."

The mention of sweets most definitely cures parts of her issues. Wiping away her tears in a rush to join you out of bed. Her nose was full of dripping snot as she sucks it back in, gripping your pj shirt like a child would with their mother figure. The two descend down to sneak their way into the wide, empty bar.

Vander must have gone to bed already. That is good. Gives two time to sneak in and sneak out quickly.

Taking hold of Powders hand again, fingers intertwined, gently leading her to the area you last saw the cookies. You're not sure what flavor it was nor did care. Powder eyes sparked in childish joy at the newfound sweet. A berry tart cookie in the shape of a flower. She took five as you took two.

She ate hers so fast. Now eyeing your cookie with pleading puppy dog eyes.

"Where did your cookies go?"

"I ate them all.."

Crumbs were all over her shirt, hair, and face. Soon, gave in to her having your one cookie as you ate the other. Nonetheless, again, pull her gently back to bed. No one woke up, so everything is fine.

She sat criss cross apple sauce on your bed. Smiling ear to ear as she allows you to play and brush her blue hair. Thinking of braiding it but instead giving her a quick haircut. She had many dead ends. Curly inwards and outwards. Powder sat there as you took care of her like you always did.

She was lucky to have you. So very lucky..

"You okay, Powder?"

A little 'mhm!' was heard as you snip away. Fixing her hair better than her sister could. Vi butchers it so bad it will take a while for it to grow properly.

Snip.

Snip.

Snip.

Blue dead locks of hair all over the towel set to catch her hair in. You're able to do so much here. Maybe more of it wasn't nighttime. So, with that, let out a small yawn upon the last cut. Powder reaches out to brush her fingers into her hair as you set the sicorrors aside and fold the towel full of hair to be placed inside the drawer. To discard it tomorrow morning.

Powder dives under your bed covers before you ever could. Giving you room to get comfortable inside your own bed before laying on your left side, facing her with a tired smile now.

"Thank you, (N/N).."

"Get some rest, Powder. We got a big day tomorrow, okay?"

Your pinky was extended outward, waiting for her pinky, just to perform an unbreakable pinky promise.

The two children fell asleep like this. In one bed. Shared with happy dreams. An unspoken promise bind together by their pinky's. Not once broken away, held throughout the night, together till morning of.

The big day...

See? It's so short🥲