Pairing: Arno Dorian
Warning: translations MAY be wrong.
Note: N/A
Requested by: no one
"Y/n!" Arno shouts, looking around the house for the mischievous child.
The said girl giggled, watching her father stomp around the house. She has hidden in the cabinet in the living room and was enjoying her father pacing back and forth.
Arno stopped when he heard the giggle, he knew exactly where Y/n is hiding now.
"Hmm, I wonder where Y/n is," Arno wondered out loud, "I suppose she won't mind if I eat her favorite pastry all by myself?"
He grinned when he felt a pair of arms latching onto his leg.
"Works every time."
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"Are you still upset, Y/n?" Arno sighs when he came to check on the said girl in her bedroom.
"Seigneur, Y/n. Je l'ai fait pour que tu sortes de ta cachette." (Dear Lord, Y/n. I only said it so I can get you to come out of your hiding spot) Arno sighs.
Y/n kept her back to the door as she laid on the bed, cover over her head. Arno walks over, careful not to step on any toys and stuffed animals and blocks, then grabs the cover and yanks it off.
"Y/n!"
~ ~
"Here you are, Mademoiselle," said the baker, handing Y/n a puffed pastry.
Y/n handed the right amount of gold to the baker and hurried off with the pastry in hand. She had to hurry back before her father realized she snuck off all by herself. He doesn't even know she taught herself how to climb by herself yet.
Eager to finish the pastry before running back home, Y/n munched on it as she ran back. She entered an alleyway she went through just five minutes ago and skidded to a stop. Five dirty men stood on the other side of the alley, and they looked hungry.
Y/n turned around and jumped back. Three more men now stood behind her.
Y/n heard something hitting the ground then saw smoke in the alleyway, she covered her mouth and nose with her shirt. She knew that smoke and she's thankful that her father found her before those mean and ugly men could do anything to her.
She felt a familiar pair of hands grabbing her by the waist and hoisting her out of the alleyway and onto the roof. She was then carried away from the alleyway in the arms of her father.
"You," her father started once placing her down on firm ground, "Are in so much trouble." Y/n looked down at the ground, a little upset. She sniffled and wiped a tear away from her cheek making Arno feel a bit bad.
"No, no, no! Don't cry! Princesse, ne pleure pas!" (Princess, don't cry!) Arno pleaded, grabbing Y/n's smaller hands in his hands.
Too late. She's fully crying now. Arno hoisted her up again, balancing her on his hip as he tried to calm her down with hushed and soothing words.
"Je suis désolé, princesse." (I'm sorry, Princess)
"Ne pleure pas. Je suis désolé. Je ne te punirai pas, d'accord?" (Don't cry. I'm sorry. I won't punish you, okay?)
Y/n's cries reduced to sniffles, Arno sighs and presses a kiss to her forehead.
"I'm sorry, bébé." (Baby)
Arno started to head back home, he held Y/n by the hand as he did.
Once reaching home, Arno led Y/n to the washroom to wash all the grime and dirt Y/n had smeared on during her little outing.
Y/n grumbled when Arno started to dry her hair, trying to push her father away from her head. Once dry, Arno changed Y/n into a cream-colored dress with matching shoes.
"Now, Y/n. Will you agree that going outside by yourself is a bad idea?" She nodded in agreement.
"Good. Tell me when you're going outside again, okay? I don't want you getting hurt, especially with the rioting going on, okay?" She nodded again.
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