The Part Two

The part two

Reflection and Bonded

This is a continuation of Part one "Mirrored eyes and Temper"

Pairing: Loki Laufeyson X male!reader

Request: yes @winter-world

warnings: a bit of angst and some ooc Loki. swearing i think and a fuck ton of fluff.

Word count: 3k

Authors note: I changed the writing style a bit. I didn't like how the last one was set up. Anyway, repost if you enjoy and read happily. start below the cut. As always, not proof read.

(y/n) woke up the next day to a knocking at the door. He groaned as he sat up and slipped his eyepatch on. Rolling over he looked towards the door. He looked towards the clock on his nightstand, 11:46 AM.

“I guess I overslept, huh, normally Tony would have woken me up by 9. Maybe he is still concerned about what happened last night.” (y/n) thought and ran a hand over his face

“Come in.” (y/n) said and sat up. His hair was messy and the blankets pooled at his hip. He watched the door open and to his surprise Loki slipped in and closed the door, eyes not looking in (y/n)’s direction. He noticed Loki was carrying a tray with various fruits and a cup with what (y/n) hoped was coffee.

“What a surprise, a prince bringing me breakfast.” (y/n) said as he swung his legs over the bed but not standing. Loki looked up and his face went red for a couple seconds when his eyes landed on cal. More of the tattoos he had were on display this time.

“Actually I brought food for both of us, if you don’t mind of course. Tony asked me to check up on you. Y’know, considering what happened last night.” Loki said after he let out a small cough. “I brought you some coffee. Figured it would help wake you up. Tony did tell me to relay that you’re being put on paid leave, whatever that means.” Loki prompted and (y/n) nodded, his jaw tightening a bit.

“Figured he would. Sit. there is plenty of room on the bed.” said as he patted the bed. Loki sat on the foot of the bed, placing the tray between them. (y/n) picked up an apple and took a bite.

“Thank you for breakfast. Now, tell me about your morning. ” (y/n) said and continued to eat, looking towards Loki with interest sparkling in his uncovered eye. Loki picked up a grape and ate it before motioning in the direction of the common room area.

“I woke up around dawn, wrote a letter to my mother and read for a while. I think sometime around 8 AM Tony had his AI summon me to the common room. I went out there and had a meeting with the team about my situation. Apparently Nick Fury wants to contract me to correct my ways and maybe get the public eye off my back. So they decided I would start training with them. No powers, Just weapons. After the meeting I went and trained against My brother and Clint. It went pretty well. They put up a good fight for a while but eventually the training match ran stale so we called it for the day. I was dismissed and went to wash up. That was about an hour ago. After bathing Tony called for me again and asked me to collect food for you and check on you. I waited a bit and read some more then here I am.” Loki explained and (y/n) just listened as he munched on the apple. (y/n) nodded and sent Loki a soft smile

“Do you miss her?” (y/n) asked as he placed the core on the tray and went to grab his coffee.

“Who?” Loki gave him a perplexed look. “you’re mother. Do you miss her?” (y/n) asked again as he took a sip from his coffee.

“Yes, dearly. I plan to send the letter later today, if you would like to join me.” Loki said, his face going pink at his ears before regaining his composure.

“If you would like me to, I will.” (y/n) said as he placed the cup down.

“I wouldn’t mind your company.” Loki said as he grabbed an exotic looking fruit from the tray and started peeling it. (y/n) looked at it.

“What is that?” (y/n) asked, interest building in his core “sìol searbh” Loki said as he finished peeling it. “It translates roughly to ‘bitter seed’ it's a common fruit from the Asgardian markets. It's a little taste of home” Loki said as he cut a piece off and handed it to (y/n)“Is it actually bitter, or is it just the seeds that are bitter?” (y/n) asked, skeptical of the fruit in his hand. “It’s actually quite sweet. Contrary to the name. It becomes bitter when eaten with the skin on or when it is out of season. After the harvest they can be left to ferment and are normally turned into a mead on Asgard.” Loki supplied and took a bite.

(y/n) took a bite as well and his eyes widened with delight at the taste of the fruit. It was sweet, a little bitter and had a sort of smokey taste, with a texture that was good too. (y/n) finished chewing and swallowed before he looked back to Loki

“Wow, that was amazing. If I have a chance to go to Asgard I will make sure to collect some.” (y/n) said and rolled his head, neck popping. (y/n) let out a sigh of relief and felt a faint flutter in his stomach.

“Hmm. My soulmate must be nervous or excited. Anyway, what did you write to your mother? If you don’t mind me asking.” (y/n) asked and saw Loki smile softly.

“I wrote asking about how she was. I also asked a couple questions about how Odin is and everyone is doing at home. Nothing too specific.” Loki relayed and looked in his lap. (y/n) felt a shift in body language in him as a sinking feeling ripped through him. Loneliness and longing for home. (y/n) moved the tray and moved closer to Loki, placing a hand on his leg, near his hand.

“It's ok to be homesick, y'know. I am homesick quite often. My mom is sick at home and I would do anything to be with her right now.” (y/n) said and rubbed his thumb over the back of Loki’s knuckles. Loki looked back at (y/n) and smiled. Suddenly (y/n) felt himself being enveloped in a hug. (y/n)’s eyes widened and he melted into the hug. He felt something wet hit his back and squeezed a bit tighter as he felt a deep sadness in his chest. He heard Loki sniffle and a choking sob come from his throat.

“Shh, it's okay. I am here for you. I will stay here as long as you need.” (y/n) said as he cradled Loki’s head and rubbed his back with his other hand.

They sat there for a couple more minutes as he let Loki cry and release his emotions for a while. After Loki finished crying he pulled out of the hug and wiped his eyes.

“I’m sorry, that was embarrassing. I don’t kn-” Loki started but (y/n) cut him off.

“Hey, shh. It's not embarrassing. It’s okay to cry. It’s human nature. Excuse me, asgardian nature. “ (y/n) said with a soft chuckle. Loki let out a soft smile

“Thank you (y/n). y’know, no one has treated me like this before.” Loki said as he grabbed (y/n)’s hand, feeling better.

“What do you mean?” (y/n) asked looking at his and Loki’s hand, a slight blush gracing his face.

“Like I’m not a monster. My whole life I was treated like less. Except my mother. They looked at me like they were waiting for me to snap or attack them. So, thank you” Loki said as he intertwined their fingers. (y/n) smiled and looked at the clock.

“How about I get dressed and we deliver that letter. Then we can get lunch or something, since I apparently don’t have work for a while?” (y/n) suggested and Loki nodded. (y/n) finished off the coffee. Loki stood up and grabbed the tray before making his way to the door. (y/n) quickly stood up.

“Hey Loki?” “yeah?” (y/n) quickly made his way over to Loki and planted a gentle kiss on his forehead. Loki flushed red and blinked.

“Sorry, to forward?” (y/n) asked. Loki snapped out of his trance

“No, never. I just wasn't expecting it. I will be in the common room when you get done” Loki said, placing a kiss on (y/n)’s forehead. Now (y/n) was blushing hard as Loki shut the door.

(y/n) smiled and went to the bathroom to shower and get dressed. Today (y/n) wore a pair of black jeans with his everyday boots and an olive green sweater and a black eyepatch. He rebraided his hair in a more complex style, teal ribbon braided in. He stepped out of his room after grabbing his wallet and headed to the common room. As (y/n) walked in he saw the team and wished them a good morning. They all responded with a good morning or a question about how it was feeling. (y/n) responded with that he was fine and was going to run some errands. Steve asked if he needed some company and he said that Loki was going to go with him but thanked him for offering. That comment got some looks of concern

“Are you sure? You do know he's dangerous right?” Clint asked as he turned to look at (y/n). (y/n) rolled his eyes and pointed a finger at him, clicking his tongue with disapproval.

“He isn’t dangerous. He was misguided by something that held him prisoner. Plus if he is dangerous, that just means he is qualified to protect me if something happens. I don’t wanna hear it again. It is rude to talk bad about someone.” (y/n) said as he went and got some water. A couple minutes later Loki came striding out into the room.

“You ready?” (y/n) asked as he set the dirty cup in the sink. Loki nodded and they went to leave. Once they stepped into the elevator and pressed the button to go to the garage. Loki kept some space between them. (y/n) looked at him confused before stepping a bit closer to him.

“Thank you.” Loki said and relaxed a bit before he looked at (y/n).

“For what?” “defending me. I heard what Clint said” Loki said and looked down towards the ground.

“Look at me.” (y/n) said and turned Loki’s face toward him. Loki compiled and held eye contact with (y/n). Without letting go of Loki’s face (y/n) spoke

“What they are saying isn’t true. Clint is bitter. I understand why he would think that way. But he needs to understand you weren’t in control of yourself. I know that, you know that. Their words mean nothing. Ok?” (y/n) said as he continued to hold Loki’s jaw carefully.

“Ok.” Loki whispered and put his hand on (y/n)s. Once the elevator opened they separated, they put some space between them, hands intertwined and made their way to (y/n)’s car. (y/n) opened Loki’s door and shut it once he got in then went to his side and climbed in, buckled and started his car.

Once they were on the road (y/n) noticed Loki shifted to look like a different person.

“Y’know, don’t have to do that. I don’t care what the population thinks about me being out with you. I want them to see us together, not me and a stranger. Plus it could help with your image.” (y/n) said as he grabbed Loki’s hand again. Loki let out a shuddered breath and dropped the illusion and nodded

“I just don’t want you to get hurt.” “If there was a threat I would trust you to protect me. If there is a threat of cameras, I got you” (y/n) said, a soft smile on his face as they drove.

After a while of driving, they made it to the post office. (y/n) parked and shut off the car. Loki went to open the door.

“Hey, no. Let me do that” (y/n) said as he removed the key from the ignition and rushed to open the door for Loki. Loki blushed and stepped out, taking (y/n)’s hand. They made their way inside the post office. Loki received a lot of scared looks and angry words. (y/n) would step between them and fire back some words that were not so pleasant and then the other patrons would move along. Once the letter was deposited they left, Loki feeling better and hungry.

(y/n) laughed a bit as Loki’s stomach growled and they went to a diner near the Post office. They ate and swapped stories from childhood and present day. (y/n) and Loki learned alot about each other. After they ate and got back into the car, (y/n) turned to look at Loki.

“It’s almost dark, do you wanna see my favorite spot in New York?” (y/n) asked, feeling a bit shy.

“Of course. If you want to show me, I would be honored to see it.” Loki said as he leaned back in his seat a little. (y/n) smiled and pulled out of the post office parking lot and drove for a while before turning down a dirt road. He pulled up, parked, and shut off the car.

“Come with me.” (y/n) said as he opened Loki’s door. He made his way to the hood of the car and sat on it. Loki was amazed when he saw the sky.

“Wow, it's beautiful.” Loki said as he looked out over the city, the lights shining bright.

“When I need a break from everything, I come out here and watch the sky and the city. Helps take the stress off. I figured you would like it. You said something about when you were little you would stargaze with your mom.” (y/n) said as he looked at Loki, taking in the sky and the stars.

“Yeah. Thank you, it's really beautiful.” Loki said as he looked at (y/n). (y/n) bit down some anxiety and grabbed Loki’s hand.

“I need you to trust me on this. I am going to show you something. Don’t laugh or ask any questions, okay?” (y/n) said as he let out a shaky breath. Loki nodded and watched as (y/n) took off his eyepatch and kept his eyes closed.

“Okay, ready?” (y/n) asked as he took another deep breath.

“I am ready when you are, take your time” Loki said as (y/n) slowly opened his eyes. Loki gasped as he saw (y/n)’s now uncovered eye matched his.

“Loki, I think I am your soulmate.” (y/n) said. Loki was stunned and launched at (y/n) in a fury to hug him, effectively causing them to tumble to the floor. Loki cradled (y/n)’s head as they hit the ground, pinning (y/n) to the ground. (y/n) nervously looked up at Loki and smiled when felt something in his stomach. It was a warm feeling of Joy and completion. The true intertwining and bond of souls. Loki was panting a bit as he felt his eye buzzing and noticed (y/n)’s eye fading to a gray, the bond complete. Now both of (y/n)’s eyes were gray and shining with adoration. (y/n) watched as Loki’s gray faded to match his other oil slip eye that he became so familiar with. They both blinked as they adjusted with their own eyes. Loki pushed his forehead so it was flush with (y/n)’s.

“(y/n)?” Loki asked as he looked at (y/n) “yeah?” (y/n) responded as he looked into Loki’s eyes.

“Can I kiss you? please?” Loki asked, nervousness fluttering in his chest, which doubled as (y/n) became more nervous.

“Yes, please kiss me.” (y/n) said, almost out of breath. Loki grabbed (y/n)’s jaw gently and tipped it up, placing his lips softly on (y/n)’s. (y/n) deepened it almost instantly and wrapped his arms around Loki’s neck. Loki and (y/n) kissed for a few minutes, only breaking when they had to breathe. (y/n) panted and looked up at Loki.

“Has anyone ever told you that you could steal the breath from someone like that?” (y/n) said and Loki let out a loud laugh, grinning from ear to ear.

“We should probably go before the team thinks you kidnapped me.” (y/n) Joked and Loki helped him stand. They got in the car and drove back to the compound. Once they got back to the compound, (y/n) dusted himself off and they made their way inside, holding hands the whole time. Both men finally complete and the night sky shines bright. Once they got inside The team noticed (y/n) wasn’t wearing his eyepatch and then they noticed that (y/n) and Loki were holding hands. The team tried to bombard them with questions until Bruce (surprisingly) spoke up.

“Guys, Leave them alone. They are happy. When have we seen (y/n) happy? Like never. So drop it” Bruce said before going back to his activity. (y/n) nodded a thanks at him and led Loki down the hall, dropping him off at his room.

“I will see you in the morning?” (y/n) asked and looked at Loki.

“How about I spend the night and we watch a film or I read one of my books to you?” Loki suggested, not ready to separate for the night. (y/n) nodded and let Loki into (y/n)’s room. They spent the night bonding some more before falling into a blissful sleep, finally complete.

When you partner is like Rhys~

Rhysand’s Kinks Headcannon

Warnings(s): smut obviously, choking, bondage, squirting, edging, exhibitionism, marking, daddy kink

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-It was no secret that Rhysand was a sex god.

-He loved nothing more than edging you all night long, his fingers drumming against your clit feverishly, then stopping right when you were close. Right when he felt you clench around his fingers, signaling that you were about to let go. He could literally do this all night, but he’s too kind to ever torture you for that long. Give him your signature puppy eyes and he’ll let you cum.

-Even better than the latter, he loves to make you squirt. It’s physical proof that stays on the sheets all night that he truly pressed all the right buttons inside of you. Squirt in his face too, he’ll say “good girl” and let you choke on his dick.

-Exhibitionism. But, only in other courts. He adores having you sit on top of him, legs spread as he toys with your clit through your panties. (think that one scene in acomaf 👀) the shocked gasps and embarrassed looks from the other fae around fills his ego up even more, if that were even possible.

-Daddy kink. I will not accept anything less. This. Man. Is. Daddy. He’ll refer to himself that way, too. Saying things like “Does someone want daddy’s cock tonight?” “Want daddy to make your pretty pussy cum? Hmmm? Be a good girl.” If you call him that in public, good luck…he will take you in an alleyway pressed up against the brick.

-Bondage. Simple. He enjoys tying you up so that you can’t close your legs when he hits that sensitive part of your g-spot, or when he keeps licking your clit languidly even after you came.

-Choking. Nothing too intense, but he does think his large hand looks rather pretty like a necklace around your sensitive neck. He might just have a thing for necks in general, though. He loves kissing and sucking on your neck just as much as when you do it to him. And fuck…do those growls and moans he makes when you do it encourage you.

-Impact play. Again, nothing too intense. In fact, you’re the one who brought it up. You were being a tease, he called you naughty. You replied with “maybe you should punish me then. spank the brat out of me?” You could of swore you saw the feral horny look in his eyes illuminate. He was still hesitant to lay a hand on you like that, but when you moaned in pleasure and soaked your panties after his first little smack, he knew how much of a pain slut you were. Your safe word is wingspan.

-Marking. You belong to him, and he wants everyone to know that. Expect to have dark purple bruises all over your neck, tits, and in between your thighs. You swore that Rhys could make you cum just from sucking on your jugular…

Let me love this man!!

Give me danger

Brahms Heelshire x Male S/O

Tw: not really, if you really read into it's kinda suggestive but not that much

Reader is horny for danger tbh it's me, it's you, it's the slasher community

1205 words

Your job was anything besides normal, but you couldn’t care less. You always liked the unusual, the creepy.

You even had a little collection of weird-looking dolls, so being the nanny of a little porcelain boy wasn’t hard for you.

You were drowning in debts, so when that old couple gave you the job you were grateful more than anything. You knew well that people had different coping mechanisms, especially with a tragedy like that, so you didn’t ask anything else.

Yeah, you thought that hiring a male nanny after several female ones was kind of strange but again, humans are complicated.

You find yourself very comfortable in that old house, it was a beautiful property, full of books and a lot bigger than every apartment you once lived in. It had a beautiful aesthetic where you often found yourself lost in, pretending you were the main carácter in an old goth novel.

Until the noises appeared. You lived in insecure places, full of crime and danger since you were a baby, so your parents had taught you to be always on your guard, paying attention to your surroundings and aware of any danger in there. Since you had embraced the role of the second male in the house, protecting your mother, you had become rather paranoid with noises.

And even if that house was old, it was full of out-of-place noises.

When the voice of the Little boy started to talk to you, you had sighed, relieved of dealing with a ghost, one rather sad than vengeful. Your parents always told you that it was worst to deal with live people.

Even you had liked your little chats. He was very curious about your life. Your likes, dislikes, and hobbies.

You liked to write so whenever you had the chance, you write some tale for him and that made him very happy.

The company of a ghost was weird but warm at the same time. He always tried to be complimented by you and telling him that he had been a good boy was rather adorable.

That, until you had been out for a long long time, gathering things that Malcolm couldn’t bring to the house.

When you came home that day, Brahms had trowed a tantrum in your bedroom, and when you tried to talk to him and listen to his angry arguments, you knew that that voice wasn’t the voice of a child and that your missing clothes were another sign of a rather adult person with iffy tendencies.

There was no ghost at all.

Of course, you could have run, you could have escaped from that unnerving situation but somehow you found yourself fond of Brahms, child or not.

The history itself of his sad ending made it difficult to think about leaving. You had a fear of loneliness, so you couldn’t bring yourself to leave.

—I’m so sorry Brahms, I didn’t want to upset you, I just forgot —you said, trying to apologize, talking to the walls where you know he had been hiding all along.

—That wasn’t nice— he said in that child-like tone. Now it made you quite uncomfortable, but you wanted to hear him regardless.

—I know and I’m sorry. I just thought that you wouldn’t mind and well, I thought that you would see me even in the supermarket. Ghosts know how to be everywhere — you pushed, trying to get a reaction from him.

—I’m not a ghost Y/N— Brahm’s voice was beginning to break from his childish form, turning into his real mature form. He wasn’t angry anymore…right?

—I don’t know what you are, Brahmsie, I have never seen you — you were kinda nervous, but you wanted to see him. You didn’t think he would want to kill you, if that were the case, you had been already dead.

—You want to see me? — he asked with his soft, childish tone.

—Yes, we know each other, no? You have seen me every day but I just know your voice — Brahms didn’t answer quickly, you heard his footsteps for the first time, he wanted you to hear them. And then, something in the library.

You walk there, slow and cautious until you saw his tall frame in a corner f the room.

—So, you are the original Brahms—you tried to sound chill and composed but the fact that you had been living with a man for those months, one that used that weird doll mask inside the walls, made you realize that you were, in fact, in the dangerous wolf pack since day one.

The man whispered a yes while walking slowly towards you.

Your parent’s words punched your brain with guilt. You really could have died.

But somehow you were alive…why?

—Why I’m here, Brahms? — you asked letting him touch your hand. His skin was warm, with dust and other ashy textures from the construction materials of the walls. His figure was rather attractive and you punched yourself internally for thinking like that. You didn’t know the intentions of this man and you were there, admiring his black curls and strong demeanor.

—They said you were mine. Mom and dad. That you were mine and you’ll take care of me — the way he said mine made you shiver but you didn’t try to put distance between his hand and yours. They told you that they had a lot of candidates, but Brahms had chosen you. It was something that he didn’t want to tell you, he didn’t know how you’ll react but he choose a male as his nanny out of curiosity. Female ones haven’t worked well so far but then he saw you, with your smirk, your stubble, and your bushy eyebrows. So tough and strong…and he really really liked you in that way that made him embarrassed and hot.

You thought it was more of his parents choosing you, because as a man, even one of the shorter side like you, was strong enough to take care of the house, not only of Brahms the doll.

But now…

You didn’t know what to do or say. You weren’t captive, not yet at least. You know how weird this situation was, how dangerous and still…you wanted to stay. And you didn’t like the reason behind it.

He was kinda sweaty and the smell of that sweat made your feet steady on the floor. It was the adrenaline, the danger, the creepy situation that made you eager to stay in the house.

You knew he could be dangerous and that made you shiver with anticipation. You hated yourself for that.

—I’ll take good care of you, Brahms…I promise — you said taking a chance to caress his curls sweetly. He whined like a puppy and got closer to you.

At this point, you were more afraid of yourself, of that dark zone in your mind and heart that made you stay.

When Brahms put his hands on your back and tried to give you an awkward hug, you welcomed that dark part in yourself, with a hand in his curls and the other in his waist, you cherished the thought of more contact between the two of you.

Even so, you were eager for more.

My poly heart!!! *Slurps up the meal*

Poly Legion dating HCs

Genre- fluff

Pairing- Frank x gn reader x Joey

Pronouns- They/them

Warnings- none

Note- Nobody asked for this, but I was very bored so I wrote this so, yeah. I am a little rusty, seeing how I haven’t wrote any good lately, so please forgive me if it’s bad. Anywho, please enjoy :-)

Your relationship started when you caught Joey’s eye in a trial, seeing how you were very tricky to catch.

You were working hard on one of the last generator with Jane. You had jumped off of the nearly complete generator and ran off, successfully distracting The masked killer from Jane and the generator.

Having that said, the wild goose chase had commenced. You led Joey through the depths of the Raccoon City Police Station; all while you were serving him some of the best jukes anyone had ever seen.

After the trial, he sat around the campfire with the other killers and complained to this boyfriend, Frank about how much you were a pain in the ass. Hearing the story of how you managed to out smart Joey, caused Frank to be interested in you too.

The next couple of weeks consisted of the two men watching you from the side lines. They learned that you were a very witty, smart, and kind person.

Once you got into a trial with the Legion(Frank) again, he avoided (or at least tried to avoid) hooking you.

This, of course did not go unnoticed by you. This keep happening to you during trials. The two would even sometimes talk to you.

This went on for a couple more weeks until Frank decided to invite you into the relationship. Seeing how this was a once in a lifetime opportunity, you accepted to offer.

You decided to keep the relationship hidden for now, seeing how the other survivors would start some type of drama about the relationship.

This of course, leads to secret dates that consist of you three taking walks in the woods, sneaking off to star gaze and cuddle, and even take trips to the resort.

At the resort, you guys would listen to various bands, tell crazy stories about life before the entity’s realm, playing card games (mostly poker), watch old movies from a projector, and you guys would commonly sleep there after your little dates.

Speaking of sleeping, you would be the little spoon, Frank would not allow you to be a big spoon. Joey on the other hand, would not mind taking turns with being little spoon and big spoon with you.

After particularly difficult trials, Joey will patch you up while Frank watches from a distance, with a sour face.

How dare anyone hurt his precious baby and get away with it?!?

Frank will try and beat who ever hurt you up. He doesn’t care if it was the Nemesis or Michael. He will one way or another, inflict some type of pain into them.

I may be masc, but I would allow them

How would they be in marshmallow hell? It's funny to imagine😂 and reader just does it alot especially when they get back and they miss them

Omg I never knew about this term until you mentioned it hahaha, this was very fun to make 😂

Here we go! ✨✨✨

Nothing is better for Mikey than having a good "bath" 😏 and snuggling with you before sleep, after a long killing spring ☺️💕

Brahms loves to bury his face in you chest, whenever you go out of the house, he do this in any occasion actually 😆, Brahms is baby and needs all you attention 😂

Tommy was in the basement all day, the only thing he was thinking is in hugging you and cuddle with you, don't make him wait Y/N 🥺💕💕

Bubba gets all tired from working all day, the only he wants is to cuddle with you buried in you soft chest 🥰, the best thing in the world!... meanwhile it last 😆

Jason is always ready to watch movies with you when he came from "working" on the forest, hug him tight because you two gonna watch scary movies all night🤣

Brahms always has a soft spot in my heart

Brahms x Gender Neutral Reader - Will You Stay With Me?

A lil something I wanted to write after seeing a prompt on this site where the OP wondered what would have happened if Brahms showed himself by accident because he was so sick (if you know the post, pls tag the OP cause I can’t seem to find it, 

title from the song  Jordy Chandra - Will You Stay With Me ?

Hope you enjoy! 

You have been babysitting Brahms the Doll for around three months now. Of course, in the beginning it was strange to treat the doll like a human child, but the sad eyes of the Heelshires pulled at your heart strings. Not wanting to take advantage of the grieving couple, you swore to treat Brahms like your own. 

 It was a rough start admittedly, with his cold dead eyes creeping you out. You didn’t really try very hard to stick to the schedule the Heelshires left for you, but when your things started going missing and the doll started moving on its own, you began to suspect that maybe you weren’t alone in the house. 

 The temperature dropped significantly in the winter months, and due to not being allowed to light the fireplace, the entire manor was freezing. Luckily you packed some warmer clothes since you knew the UK got very cold in the winter. There weren’t any issues with plumbing or anything thankfully, but you did spend most of your time wrapped in as many layers as you possibly could. 

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