DBZ X-Readers

Obsessed!Cooler x CReader Pt. 2 'Like Fire'

Author's Note: CReader = Changeling reader. Shortened so the title doesn't get so long. And for Cooler's new tag.

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*Cooler's POV*

Father noticed, and because he seems to delight in torturing me, insisted on dragging me along when he went to make his congratulations to the girl's parents on an overall good show...or however he put it.

I don't like this feeling.

I want it gone.

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*Your POV*

You'd changed back into your normal clothes when one of your fathers came into the dressing room.

"Wonderful news, (y/n)," he said, "The King wanted to make his congratulations to us for a stunning performance tonight. Not just you, the entire thing, but still, I think it would be good if you came along with us to meet him."

And the meeting had gone...pretty well, despite how nervous you were. You'd introduced yourself to King Cold, and to Lord Cooler--and been only a little surprised at how disinclined he was to speak. Perhaps he was simply unhappy at being talked over all the time?

You'd spoken to him once.

"My Lord," you said, using the most polite tone you could manage, "I hope the performance was as pleasing to you as it was to his highness."

"Of course," Cooler replied quickly, glancing over you briefly before going silent again.

The King had started another line of conversation with one of your fathers after that, and thankfully was animated enough that Cooler was free of having to say more.

You got home late, but your fathers were up much later excitedly going over the events of the evening.

Honestly, you couldn't particularly care less about getting attention from one quarter or another, royal or otherwise, but society imposed the need to be polite in spite of how many other things one wanted to do, and polite you would be.

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*Cooler's POV*

It's been four months, and I've attended every one of her performances since then. I've tried to stay away, I truly have, but...

...but...

Gods, what is the matter with me? Why can I still see her dancing? Why do I still remember her eyes meeting mine?

Why am I burning so?

She dances again tonight, and I will be, as I have since that first night, watching her.

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*Your POV*

"Good news, (y/n)," your sister said, smiling and helping you get your dress on, "Your admirer is back."

"Oh, stop it," you replied, pulling just a bit at the lengthy sleeves, "Just because Lord Cooler's taken an interest in the arts of late does not mean that he has come to admire me."

"If he were attending shows only when he was accompanied by his father, I might believe what you're saying. But that's just it...he hasn't been to any that you aren't in."

"I've only been in seven shows. That's hardly enough to assume--"

"Even his highness is not here that often, and he's our biggest supporter! Seven times, (y/n)!"

"Look..." You sighed, and shook your head. "Don't make such a big deal out of it."

"You should hear our fathers talking about it," she replied, "There we go, it's on just right. Now...let's see what time...fifteen minutes to showtime."

"They're talking about it?" As if this weren't a delicate enough issue...now your fathers were gossiping over it? Why did someone attending a simple performance have to be taken in so deranged a way? Could a man not enjoy the arts?

"Oh, yes, they are. But really, pay it no mind if you hear them talking of it."

You sighed. "Alright."

"And they have added that you could try looking at Lord Cooler a few times as you dance. His being here drums up a lot more business for the theater, and..."

"And the more he's here, the better off we all are. I understand. Ugh, but still, they could not be more obsessed with this place, could they? They get good enough business as it is!"

"Enough is never enough with our parents," she said, laughing, "You should know this by now!"

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You'd done as she'd told you, of course, not knowing that every turn, every glance, was only stoking the fire more. And once it was over you'd returned to the dressing room, glad that your turn on the stage was over for the night.

There was just...something in the air you weren't sure about.

It was hard to put a finger on, but you knew for sure that you weren't exactly comfortable with the way that he'd been watching you. Every time you did look up you found that he was already looking back--and at first you simply convinced yourself that he was just enjoying the dance. But there was that nagging suspicion that your sister had raised and that you had so casually brushed aside. What if she was right?

It's not as if it would go anywhere.

It was an odd thought to have, but it happened anyway. Your fathers had been social climbing to the best of their ability since they'd first caught the King's eyes with the theater, but the fact remained that you weren't at that level of society--not that you wanted to be, either. It all seemed so very tedious, so dull and set in stone as to demands, and you were too busy having fun being the young age that you were without having to behaveperfectly all the time.

And then you heard a knock at the door. You were sure that your sister had gone home and as you went to see who it was, wondered if she'd left something behind yet again.

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*Cooler's POV*

Perhaps if I speak to her, the issue will be fixed.

Undoubtedly she is not as elegant in person as she is on stage. All I have to do is wait for her to speak out of turn, to show that she is not as perfect as my mind would have me believe, and all will be well.

I will be myself again.