Mah Random Oneshots. UrielectricFire

Child!Bill cipher X Child!Reader Beautiful

(-In this, the picture up above is what bill looks like in this oneshot.)

Y/N's pov)

I sat in the corner of the playground, trying to hold back my tears. The other kids played everywhere around me happily, except for one specific blonde-haired boy. Bill approached me, trying to peek at my face. I sighed, and hid it, wiping it on my sleeve. I heard him sit down next to me, and start rubbing my back. "What's wrong?" His small voice asked. I turned away from him, sniffing. "L-leave me alone, bill.." I whimpered. Bill sighed, scooting closer, and pulling at my arms, trying to see my face. I groaned, lifting my head, and glaring at my 8 year old friend. "Why do you even care anyway?!" I cried, rocking myself back and forth, letting my tears flow.

   Bill's eyes suddenly widened. "Because you matter, Y/N.." he mumbled, hugging me. When he pulled away, he glared slightly. "Who hurt you?" I looked into his blue eyes. "U-um... he did..." I said, pointing to the boy who was being a big jerk to me and called me ugly. Bill looked at him, and then at me, standing up, and marching himself over to the kid, and tapped on his shoulder. When the kid turned around, bill shoved him, making him fall to the ground.

   The kid looked up at him, glaring at him. I didn't hear what bill was saying, but he had turned red once again, and pointed to me, shoving his fist in the boy's face. The boy suddenly looked scared, scrambling back from bill who was towering over him. Bill shot the kid a red-eyed glare. Before he could come back to me, a teacher grabbed his arm, but suddenly let go of it, flinging her hand around, with a pained face, counting on the fact, his skin was still burning hot. He planted himself right next to me, glaring holes into the boy as he scrambled to get up, scrapes and grass stuck to his scratched skin.

   Small burn marks in the shape of fingers sat on his shoulders. The teachers started talking amongst themselves, looking right back at Bill every now and then, the one teacher blowing on her burned hand. I looked at him, him exchanging a comforting smile with me. "He'll leave you alone now." I nodded, wiping my puffy face.

Once he had cooled off, two teachers herded him inside, to the office. As he passed me, he grinned at me. I mouthed thank you and he nodded, sending me a brain message. No matter what he, or anyone says, you're really pretty. They're just beyond words. You're too cool for them.

I smiled, wiping my face. Waving to him. He winked with his tongue out, obviously not caring that he was in trouble.