Perona x Reader : Costumes

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by aldkjfisesfesa

by aldkjfisesfesa

See, here's the sweet stuff. Promised it after that uh... less-than-sweet Doflamingo one. Also kinda short but still ily my ghost princess -w-

[Perona x Reader : Costumes]

{NB Reader}
{Modern!AU}

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It was Halloween, Perona's favourite. For a cosplayer, it was pretty much the only time dressing up wasn't looked at as weird. And of course, being her significant other, you agreed to let her dress you up and use you as a model of sorts for different costumes she was making for orders. Which, admittedly, you thought wouldn't take so long. It'd been hours of trying on different outfits. It was a process, as she put it.

She hummed, thinking as she scanned the outfit you'd just taken off. She gasped, rushing to grab her notebook and pencil.

"I've got the perfect idea, hold on a second, alright?" she said, scribbling down a sketch before moving to her desk, perfecting the little details on whatever she was working on.

"Perona, it's getting late, we can continue this tomorrow," you suggested.

"You can get to bed, I know you work early. I'll just be up for another hour."

You'd offer to keep her company, but you knew she worked better alone, so you simply sighed and wrapped your arms around her loosely, planting a small kiss on her neck before letting her be. "Don't overwork yourself," you murmured, getting a soft hum of acknowledgement in return as you headed off to bed.

You woke at three in the morning as you usually did, thankful that you got to choose your own working hours. You yawned, stretching and cracking your neck. The light shining under the door leading to the work room where your and Perona's desks where worried you, and you rubbed your eyes as you headed into the room.

"Perona? Have you been up all night working?" you asked, watching her practically doze off in her chair, her head struggling to keep up and her fingers loosely holding a mechanical pencil threatening to tip out of her hold.

"A little," she said through a yawn. "I just need to get another idea down, then I can go to bed."

"Sweetie, it's three in the morning. At least write them down and you can get the details drawn later, alright? You've been running yourself way too thin with all these projects, there's always time later."

She groaned sleepily, agreeing and scribbling some near illegible notes before standing shakily, almost collapsing, but you helped her stand and get to her room and lie down.

"Thanks for taking care of me," she muttered, half asleep and still on top of her covers.

You let out a breathy laugh, a small, affectionate smile tugging at your lips. "Of course. Love you, sleep well."