𝓂𝓎 𝒢ℴ𝒹| YAN.DREAMSMP x READER

▫️Chapter 17▪️

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The bracelet...

It sits in its place underneath the finest of red velvet, untouched by anyone or the sun. The purple gemstone attached to the silver chain seems quite dull and lifeless. It hadn't been touched in over ten (or maybe even more) years. The small box it was kept in was left in a locked drawer in y/n's dresser, near the floor. 

Maybe even y/n themselves completely forgot about it, or perhaps they didn't. The answer was left in the air, never to be answered amongst many others.

Early in the morning with the sun still, underneath the mountains, y/n and Niki slept soundly cradling each other; all until almost instinctively, y/n had woken from their dreamless sleep to be met with their sweetheart bundled under the covers. y/n smiled, they couldn't help but adore her, admire her, even. 

Even if y/n wanted to lay there, they knew they had to leave to return to their job. Stretching their arm, y/n stood from the bed and wandered into the bathroom to begin their normal morning routine.

It was all up until the end after y/n had eaten and had gotten dressed that a small, brief thought crossed their mind. That bracelet. The silver with an amethyst bracelet left their childhood carefree, but not their adulthood. When y/n had stopped wearing it after being forced to (by a frustrated and drunken) Kenneth. y/n and left themself in a paused state, unsure whether to grab and wear it just in case. Like a good luck charm, perhaps?

Realizing that they might not have enough time left, y/n quickly managed to unlock the drawer and quickly thread the bracelet to their arm; then left in a rushed and somewhat nervous state.

It was only when y/n had reached the tall and looming castle that they finally realized that the pestering might not stop, especially from Wilbur. y/n shuddered, they were more pissed than anything. The fact that Wilbur thinks that it's such a 'good' idea to relentlessly stalk y/n, and the fact that he just might make the excuse that it's for their 'safety', especially after that stunt he pulled just tugged at y/n's anger.

With a deep breath, y/n quickly calmed down before finding themself in the kitchen, silently conversing with the younger maids while doing their usual duties; cleaning, checking the food supply, etc.

And as time passed, the bracelet seemed to get increasingly heavier and heavier, and the amethyst gemstone had also lightened in colour. Of course, y/n had taken note of this, confused at the sudden energy it seemed to give off.

And of course, it was once again dark outside. Deja vu washes over you as you silently wash dishes, alone in the dimly lit kitchen. Except, this time, Tommy had not burst in begging for your help, instead, a small creak caught your attention.

Turning, you look down to see Wilbur's daughter. Fiona has medium-length strawberry blonde (almost orange) hair, thick and wavy with two little fox ears placed atop her head. Her small hands grasp at your [dress/pants leg] as she stares up at you with big innocent eyes.

"Dada wants to see you again." She whispers to you. Fiona spoke in an obviously childish and high-pitched tone. She was smart for a three-year-old, from what you heard Fiona had begun crawling when she was only four months, and she began talking as much as Tommy when she was just under one year.

"He does?" You whisper back, quickly drying your hands and kneeling to the young fox-girls height.

"Yeah, I even heard him m-mumblbling-mumbl-in to himself. He was talking about you, and uhm, he regr-rets making you mad." Fiona stumbles over her words.

You sigh, smiling at the young girl. "Well, I guess I can go see him. Has dada been in his room while I've been gone?" You talk to Fiona in a childish manner, as you had done in the past. Well, who wouldn't talk to a cute puppy, or kitten, or even a child in a washed-down tone?

"Yeah! Dada will love that! He might cry though..." Fiona wraps her tiny hand around your finger,  excited before turning worried over her father.

"I might cry as well, after all, I do think I overreacted a bit... But don't worry, everything will be fine in the end. I promise." You held out your pinky, "Pinky promise."

Fiona wrapped her pinky around yours before jumping to hug you. You lift her before carrying her upstairs.

"Dada is in his study by the way," Fiona quickly states as you stop in front of the study. The both of you notice the warm light under the door, quite noticeable when you are in a dark hallway.

Bracing yourself, you knock on the door before stepping back, adjusting Fiona from one hip to the other. The two of you wait as shuffling can be heard beyond the door, and then a click, and the door opens.

Needless to say, Wilbur looks very dishevelled, but he seemed more stressed than anything. You were gone for only two days, weren't you? You smile at Wilbur, despite still having a slight grudge against him. Fiona smiles a lot wider than you, her baby teeth being strangely sharper than an actual toddler's baby teeth.

Wilbur was stunned, staring at the two of you like some sort of memory had just been triggered. Before you could say a thing, he had quickly engulfed the two of you into his arms. Fiona childishly giggles, hugging Wilbur as do you. 

"Hi, daddy! I told you I could get mx y/n to see you!" Fiona puffs out her chest, grinning. Wilbur pulls back and lets his hand linger on your arm. 

Wilbur chuckles at Fiona, ruffling her hair, "I never said I doubted that you could," His voice was a bit hoarse, but you brushed it off as Wilbur being in his study for long hours, as per usual. "But you need to go to bed, it's almost eleven. How about I tuck you in?" Wilbur suggests. "Okay daddy, sorry." You hand Fiona to Wilbur. "You can wait in my study if you want," Wilbur suggests to you, you only nod in response.

And you did just that, you entered the dimly lit study room and glanced around. There seem to be more papers than usual, and the smell of alcohol burns in your nostrils. You took the time to snoop over the papers, reading the words upside down and skimming through them. 

From what it looks like, it seems to be stuff that King Phil would usually deal with. Even if Phil was retiring, Phil would've handed the crown down to Techno, unless plans would've changed. While skimming over the boring documents, one, in particular, catches your eye.  You glance out the agape door before grabbing and reading said paper. The rough texture and the smudged words enter and leave your brain as you read them.

"y/n."

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Well, would ya look at that...

Word Count: 1209

Date Published: December 24th, 2022