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Lucky Guy ✨ Y/n The Chef

This is the fluff I was talking about. I haven't made a Lucky Guy one and I was like, dang... you know what, you'll be my fluff for the day.

Also there's a storm in here, so I feel like this was smth good to write
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"Warm"

          Sleeping in the harsh cold nights of the Oletus manor was something others consider extremely lucky, don't you think? This wasn't the case for Lucky Guy, one of the luckiest people in the manor as he often gets what he wishes for in a match.

          "It's so cold," he muttered as he wrapped himself more in his blanket, but it was futile. He continued to shuffle for a good position, yet it didn't seem to give him comfort. He laid there looking at the moonlight that brightened his room with a soft glow. "Why does this manor have to be so darn cold," Lucky shivered, until he remembered a specific place which was warm.
He then stood up, bringing his blanket with him as he trudged slowly as to not wake anyone up, one place in mind, the library, the only place he knew had a fireplace. As he walked to the library doors, he slowly opened the large mahogany doors, found the fireplace lit, and a figure by the loveseat. The figure looked at him, and he felt a blush dust his cheeks with pink.

          For him, you were one of the much more innocent survivors, who never laid a hand to kill, as you used them more on cooking and baking. Of course, he doesn't know the full story, but there was something about you the made Lucky want to treasure you dearly, something that made Lucky's life in the manor a little more uplifting. "It's very cold tonight, isn't it?" You let out a smile "Do you want cocoa too?" You lifted your mug, as he nodded with a thank you. "You can have my blankie in the meantime," you gave him your f/c blanket as you walked out of the room, hurrying to the kitchen as the tiles were cold. Lucky sat on the loveseat as well, the heat embracing him with warm arms.

          Lucky cocooned himsef with his and your blanket, blushing at your soft cinnamon, chocolate, coffee scent. "Her scent... I like it," he blushed at the words that made past his lips. If you were there with him, you'd think he was a weird boy. He continued to wrap himself up, knees by his chest, covered by both of your blanket.

          When you walked back, you find Lucky dozing off on the sofa, and chuckled at the sight. You gently snapped him out of his daze and sat down, watching as the male blushed and thanked you once again. You lift your cocoa to your lips, smiling when the warm liquid flowed to your system. He drank his cocoa as well, brightening up when the taste engulfs his tongue in a warm embrace. It even has sprinkles! How cute! He set down his mug for a while.

          Lucky looked at you as you drank your cocoa, contemplating on his action. "D-do you feel cold? I.. kind of stole your blanket after all," Lucky slapped himself mentally for his nervous stutter. "I kind of do," you said with a small laugh. "W-will you let me h-hug you?" He mumbled with a stutter as he felt like regretting his choices to speak. Suddenly, he felt the side embrace of the chef, hands circling around his waist while your head laid on his shoulder. "I'm always open to hugs after all," you whispered. "Then, get in the blanket. I won't be able to hug you if you're hugging me and the blanket," Lucky chuckled as he opened his little cocoon, letting you crawl to share body heat. He swung his legs to take over the whole sofa as your hands circled him around his waist, your head snuggled to his chest. "So warm~" you whispered as he held you closer to him. Both of you laid unmoving for a few minutes. "Y/n," he called though you did not answer. "I... I don't know if you're still awake, but... I kind of liked you... for a long time, actually, and now that you're in my arms, I felt like now's a good time to say it," Lucky started. "When you went in, I thought that, 'oh, is she like Mr. Carl?' since you were so quiet, but then when you were in-game, I was amazed at how you handle pressure very well, especially when you kite, and when I started talking to you, I started to have these feelings..." After a few moments of silence, you mumbled. "I didn't understand you," Lucky chuckled.  You mumbled, loud enough for him to hear,

          "I love you too, Lucky," and slept.