He's Too Much (Heat Miser X Fem!Reader)

Something Isn't Right

"(Y/N)!! Wake up! There's a snowstorm outside!"

"W..what?"

You wake up with the sight of your brother jumping up and down, pressing down on your arm with every jump. You ached everywhere, an icy draft hitting your head and shoulders. You think to yourself, Snow? In Southtown? Is that even possible?

"Come outside!" shouts your brother. He grabs your arm and tries to pull you out of bed. You comply, stepping out of bed and into the streets, still in your pajamas. You felt embarrassed, but nobody seemed to care. Everyone was busy fawning over the city that you remembered as a sunny, grassy town, now turned into a winter wonderland. Everyone was in awe, playing in the snow. 

"Hey, kids! Look at the snow! It's really snowing!" shouted one child. 

Everyone replied in unison, with simply: "Uh-huh."

As your nose started to run and your body continued to ache, you realized that you were coming down with a cold. You tapped your brother on the shoulder, hoping he would get too cold and want to go inside again. He turned to you reluctantly, wanting to continue playing in the snow.

"Hey, (B/N)? Can we go home soon? I don't feel well."

"But it's snowing! It never snows!" (B/N) stood his ground, staying with his friends.

You stop and think for a second, taking everything in. "Good point! This isn't normal. Something isn't right."

Your brother stepped away from the snow for a second, saying, "The snow is a good thing! What's bad is that Santa never replied to my letters. I wanna know what happened!

You pipe up with an idea. "Let's make a compromise! You can try and find a way to speak to Santa, and I can see what to do about the weather." Your brother, no longer looking motivated to argue, looked around for a second. His eyes were pointed in your direction, but it was as if he was looking directly past you.

"Do you think Santa lives in one of those?" He pointed towards something behind you, tugging on your sleeve. You turn towards where his finger was pointing, and saw two towering mountains. One of them did look like somewhere Santa might live; it was coated in thick layers of snow, with icicles hanging off of every ledge. The other looked the exact opposite, dry and hot and decorated with scattered spurts of lava. The two were so close that their opposing temperatures were crossing, almost fighting over which was dominant.

You looked at (B/N) with a mixture of bewilderment and confusion. "Even if he did live in the snowy one, wouldn't he get tired of that hellspawn of a mountain next to it?" (B/N) looks at you with puppy eyes, forcing you to reconsider. He knew this would work; and he was right. You sighed and caved, saying, "Ugh, fine. We're taking a taxi. If we die of hypothermia or heat stroke, it's your fault."

"Wouldn't it be more fun to walk?"

"Don't push it, (B/N)."

The two of you found a taxi and you called your parents to tell them you were going to a friend's.

The driver looked at you and your brother, beckoning you to come in.

"Where to?" he asked, turning towards you. Your brother butts in, pointing towards the mountains. You nudge him, and shrug nervously to the driver, staring back at him with utter disbelief.

"The Miser Brothers' lairs? Are you mad?" The driver pinched his temples in disappointment, but didn't argue. "You're gonna need to pay extra." For a second, you pondered whether all this trouble was worth it or not. You looked at your brother, seeing the excitement on his face, and decided to wish for the best.