#floral posts!

It was supposed to be demolished a long time ago, but you remembered hearing on the news that the project had been cancelled, so the old, dilapidated apartment was officially abandoned.

You had never been more scared in your life when you broke into the building, praying it hasn't been turned into a crack house or some serial killers body drop-off.

To your surprise, not a sign of life was in the building (well, besides a few rodents and bugs here and there).

It was no safe haven, there was plenty wrong with it, and at any point someone dangerous could make themselves at home in this building as well, or cops could come searching at any time, so you had to remain cautious.

But it was the best thing that'd happened to you in a long time.

You'd found one apartment on the second floor that wasn't in terrible shape, and made yourself at home.

You laid out your pillow and the few blankets and stuffed animals you had on the floor, hid your food supplies and cash, and kept what little regression supplies you brought with you safely tucked away in your bag.

You'd pray your stay here would be safe until you could finally afford a place.

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Just getting off of work, you where not pleased to hear that not only was it raining outside, but there'd be a cold front that night as well, snow too.

Just wonderful.

You walked through the pouring rain with your hood up, but after awhile your clothes were completely soaked through, and you were protected from the cold no longer.

When you finally managed to make it home to your dark room, the battery nightlight you'd found in a different apartment barely illuminating the place, you where completely drenched.

Unfortunately, the only clothes you had that you could change into wouldn't be nearly thick enough to keep you warm throughout the night.

"Fuck" you sighed, changing your clothes.

It's better to be dry once the cold front comes through, even if the clothes didn't provide much protection.

The room already had insulation issues, so it was no surprise the apartment was completely freezing when you got back, and you began to worry.

What if you can't stay warm enough? What if you get sick or become hypothermic or get frost bite?

You shivered, teeth chattering as you laid beneath your thin blankets, holding tight to one of your few stuffed animals, a small light blue bunny, its white lined ears patterned with snowflakes.

You tried to think of good things, like how anytime police had come to check the apartment for trespassers, something always distracted them before they got to your door.

Whenever strangers broke into the building, something always scared them off, causing them to rush out screaming.

Sometimes you'd find money left behind in the hallways that you're positive wasn't there before.

You don't know why or how these things happen, but it makes you feel like maybe, just maybe, you have a guardian angel watching over you.

Hopefully their protection would be enough to keep you safe through the night.

You snuggled your face further into your soft bunny, growing weaker as it got colder, and drifted off to sleep.

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You wake up in the night shivering, the sounds of sharp winds swirling outside.

Your body feels cold and numb like you're buried beneath snow, you feel ill and achy as you toss and turn.

Suddenly, you hear a... twinkling sound? What in the world could that be?

You listen as closely as you can, and that's when you realize footsteps can be heard roaming the hallway outside

Your eyes quickly become wide open and you feel panic spreading throughout your entire body.

This cannot be happening right now.

You take a blanket and your stuffie, turn off your nightlight and hide in your closet, praying whoever it is out there won't find you.

As the footsteps get closer, the wind grows sharper, and your worst nightmare is realized.

They've opened the door

They're entering your house.

Your heart beats out of your chest as you shake uncontrollably, tears welling in your eyes, you clench your jaw shut so your teeth won't chatter and alert whoever it is outside your room right now.

You flinch when the intruder speaks up.

"Hey snowflake, I know your there. It's okay you can come out." You hear him call out from the living room.

Oh God... this can't be happening this can't be happening

The door to the bedroom opens and you feel your heart drop to your stomach.

"I'm not gonna hurt you baby I promise. I've scared away anyone one who could hurt you, remember? I even left you little gifts in the hall."

That was... him?

Is he some kind of stalker?

Are you about to be kidnapped?

You try to get ahold of your rapid breathing, but you can't, you just can't.

A whine escapes you and the footsteps stop, then move carefully right in front of the closet.

You feel like you're going to throw up.

"Are you in there snowflake?" He asks.

You don't move.

"You should come out baby, it's not nice to ignore Baba." He warns.

You can't even process what he's saying as tears spill from your eyes.

"I'm going to give you 5 seconds to come out, okay?"

You don't even try to hide your sobs or whimpers or chattering anymore, you don't know what's happening but you know you're already screwed.

"Five..."

You shake harder.

"Four..."

You can't escape.

"Three..."

You fearfully whisper goodbyes to those you'd never see again.

"Two..."

You hold onto your bunny like a lifeline for the last time.

"Don't make me come in there..."

You curl into your self, accepting your fate.

"One..."

The closet door opens and you let out a startled cry, choking on sobs as the figure looms over you.

"Oh, baby, don't be scared, Babas here..." The figure leans down and picks you up, carrying you like a small child.

You try to fight back, try to claw and wrestle out of the figures grip but you're too cold, too weak.

There's nothing you can do.

"Hey there shhh... It's okay Y/N, you're safe, you're safe."

You hear a twinkling sound with a swish of his hand over your face, and for a brief moment, you get a glimpse of the figure, bluish white, frosty skin and hair like snow.

"No..." You try to cry out weakly, squirming and thrashing in his grip, "... no..." you mumble, soon asleep against your will.

"Shh it's okay, you're safe now little one, you won't ever be abandoned again, I promise..."

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You wake up groggy, warm, the sound of a fire crackling, wind viciously blowing outside.

You open your eyes and find yourself on a couch in front of a fireplace, bundled beneath a moutian of blankets.

You're in a blue and white tudor style living room, bookshelves on each side of the fireplace, frost covering the windows.

You try to get out of the blankets, and you manage, though it takes an awful amount of strength from you.

God you feel so weak right now.

On the upside, whoever that stranger was brought you into what you believe is their home and didn't hurt you, so that's... good.

On the downside, you have no idea what they plan to do with you, and you don't want to stick around long enough to find out.

You pull yourself together, shakily making your way to the front door, but when you open it, you're met with... a snowstorm in the deep mountains, and nothing but snowy hills for miles.

How the hell did you end up here?

Suddly, a wind slams the door shut, and the door somehow locks by itself.

"Going somewhere snowflake?"

You jump in surprise and turn around, quickly backing up and hitting your back against the door.

"Please don't hurt me!" You shout, closing your eyes and ducking your head, shielding yourself with your arms.

The tall figure kneels and gently moves your arms back down, and lifts your chin.

"Hey there now look at me, I'm not going to hurt you I promise." he reassures you softly, and you open one eye.

It's the same man as before, with an unnatural blue-ish white skin, patterned with sparkling frost, and snowy hair, blue eyes that look like ice, wearing blue, white and gold formal attire.

You freeze. You've never seen a person who looks like that before, if he's even a person that is...

"My names Jack Frost, but please, call me Baba" he smiles warmly at you and guides you with his ice cold hands, leading you over to the couch, still weak and in shock.

"Easy now don't trip dear" he guides you down onto the couch and wraps you back up beneath the blankets "You where on the verge of frosbite when I'd checked in on you, you're lucky I did" he pats your head and hovers over you.

Jack Frost...? Like, the fairytale character?

"Are you joking?" You ask, baffled.

"Hey now, don't have that attitude with me, you should be greatful I found you in time" he warns

"I didn't mean it like that- I mean... you're supposed to be 'Jack Frost'?" You question, the absurdity of the situation drowning out your panic.

"Oh that's right! I forget humans think I'm a fable." His eyes widen in understanding

"Yes, I am the one and only Jack Frost" he smiles proudly, and motions his hands in the air with a twinkling sound. Which, to your surprise produces a snow flurry, shifting around until it produces a giant snowflake, which then bursts back into glittering snowflakes before disappearing into the cold air.

"See?" He smiles at you, your jaw agape and eyes wide.

You look at his hands, then around the room in disbelief, looking for any sort of way he could've faked that.

"Am I dead? Concussed? How did you do that?" You begin to question because no way in hell was that real

"are you a magician on a TV show where you kidnap impoverished people for your own sick form of entertainment?" you ask with a mix of anger and shock.

You're trying to make sense of it, you really are but nothing about it makes any sense.

The man stares blankly at you for a few seconds before bursting out into laughter

"Oh my goodness no! I'm serious, really, I can show you more later just trust me baby, okay?" he pinches your cheek until you shake out of his grip, and he just coos.

You're completely stunned, you still don't know if you can believe it but what else can you believe?

There's no way he looks that unnatural with prop makeup, it's too real. There's no way he could've faked that it's not possible.

Maybe you really have lost it.

"I know it's a scary and unusual situation, but you're just going to have to adjust." He hums.

"I've been watching over you for awhile, saw how alone and scared you where staying in that old place, how you try to act like an adult but deep down you know you're still a kid. You never truly grew up did you?"

You stare at him in horror.

Had he... seen you regress?

How in the world would he have even seen that?

Oh God you feel like your heads spinning, did you really have a stalker this entire time?

He continues, "I was so curious about you, y'know. I'd never seen someone act such a way before. I became completely obsessed."

What, the hell, does he mean by that...?

You don't like the implications at all...

"You see, I always wanted a child of my own, but that's not possible for me unfortunately... I always thought about taking someone else's kid home with me, but I never acted on it... That is, until I saw you." He smiles, brushing your hair out of your face.

You quickly pull away, appearing extremely uncomfortable "Okay do you mean like... in a creepy guy way or... did you mean you want to be my, uh, caregiver... I guess...?" you ask, unsure of his intentions.

He appears shocked, almost offended

"Oh heavens no! I assure you I mean it completely platonically, I suppose in a 'caregiver' sense yes." He clarifies quickly.

He clears his throat awkwardly, before continuing.

"I saw how much you where struggling, and I knew I needed to help. Society failed you my dear, but I won't" he says solemnly.

You don't know... what to make of this, everything's happened so fast and so far nothing has made any sense.

Why in the world would some... magical entity kidnap you to be your caregiver? Things like that don't 'just happen', this is fucking insane. As much as you want to believe him, there's no those are his true intentions, right?

But something about the way he looks at you, the way he talks to you, tells you otherwise.

"I have you now, and from here on out you will be staying with me here. I finally have a room and playroom set up for you, I can show you at any time." He clasps his hands excitedly, and sparkles of snow drift from his hands.

"I have plenty of food for you and will keep you warm, I promise" he offers with a warm smile, his eyes filled with determination.

You squirm uncomfortably "How do I know I can trust you?"

He sighs disappointed and his shoulders slack "I know it sounds too good to be true, but you must believe me, please darling."

You think about it.

No more cold winter nights in the apartment.

No more scavenging behind the work alleyway trash for the good food your restaurant throws out because it's "not fresh anymore", despite being far from expired.

No more work in general actually.

Getting to regress not only with your own room, but with your own playroom?

You want to believe it.

You need to believe it.

You've been warned by other people at the homeless shelters to be careful in these situations.

They'd warn you that your desperation can lead you astray, that red flags may start to look green, that this is how people get trafficked and murdered.

But you're tired, you're so, so tired.

And so you agree.

Your voice becomes shaky, tears welling in your eyes "I can stay here...? R-Really? You m-mean it you're not l-lying to me...?" Your voice breaks towards the end, your emotions causing you to involuntary regress.

Jack Frost appears heartbroken, surprised from your tone shift as he reaches over and holds you in a tight grip

"I mean it baby, I swear, Babas got you and he's never letting anyone abandon you again, he promises with his entire heart."

You burst into sobs, tears staining his shoulder as he caresses you, shushing your cries and rocking you back and forth.

"It's okay, it's okay shh... why don't I take you to your room, hm?" he whispers softly, and you nod, too small to fight back or question things any longer.

He picks you up gently, cradling you in his arms, and carefully brings you down the hallway to a bedroom.

It's beautiful, shades of sparkly blues and whites decorate the room, reflective stars scattered across the ceiling, a crib with a canopy and a mobile with snowflakes hanging just above it.

He wasn't lying?

Is this actually real?

Emotions well up tight in your chest once again, and you sob even harder into Jacks chest.

"Shh, shh... I know baby, I know..." He whispers, sitting the two of you down in a large cushioned rocking chair.

"You don't need to worry anymore, Babas got you..." He places a cold kiss against temple and wraps a nearby blanket around your shoulders.

You settle down leaning against his chest, breathing calming as you grow tired.

You want this to be real so bad.

You need it to be real.

You can't afford for this to be a mistake.

And so far, it's proving to be better than you could've ever imagined.

(even if you have to keep ignoring all of the red flags)

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❅ yayayay I hope y'all like it!!! sorry if it's a bit feverdreamish lol I did my best!!! please lemme know what you think!!!! (˶◜ᵕ◝˶)

❅ Second note re-reading this I apologize for how dorky and self-indulgent this is haha (◜▽◝;⁠)ゞ I'm still trying to improve my writing so hopefully it's not too bad!!

They've become more defensive, almost offended at the idea of you hanging out with your other friends. As much as you love hanging out with them, sometimes you just want to see other people, y'know?

But Jackson always tries to insist your other friends are going to become a "bad influence" on you (with no evidence whatsoever, mind you) but you chalk it up to him being the "protective older brother" of the group, so you try to ignore it.

Then, whenever you're out with them, if you try to make small talk with anyone else, North will always drag or pull you away from them, bringing you back to the group.

You feel kinda crazy, because from an outsiders perspective, North appears completely casual about it, but having known them for so long, you're certain they're pulling you away from others because they're upset, possibly even jealous.

But Harper, probably the smartest and most levelheaded one of the group, always tells you you're worrying too much, reading into things too often, and if something was amiss she'd be the first one to tell you.

And you've been friends with them so long, they'd never want to sabotage your relationships with others, right? Of course not! They're just looking out for you!

So for now, you're going to trust Harper. You're going to trust all your friends and trust that maybe you're the one who's been more anxious and paranoid than usual. They are your best friends after all, and nothing will ever change that.

As you're waiting by the front entrance, you think you spot some of your friends strolling up.

The two brunettes, Jackson and Harper.

Harper gives a small wave from across the parking lot, and once they're closer, in typical overprotective fashion, Jackson begins scolding you on your attire.

"Seriously? You're wearing that thin ass jacket? Y/N it's going to be freezing in there!"

"Language.." Harper sighs, gesturing her head towards you.

Jackson rolls his eyes "Right, sorry. Seriously though, you need to be more bundled up than that, you're going to get sick if that's all you wear!" Jackson tsks at you.

Kinda strange, since neither of them had an issue with cursing before, but maybe Harper is just trying to avoid getting in trouble with the establishment?

Still, why would she gesture at you?

Before you have a chance to think on it more, Jackson is wrapping his black and red scarf around you securely, and sliding his matching gloves onto your hands.

You begin to protest "Jackson, you don't have to do this for me... I'm fine, really! I'm not that cold..."

Suddenly, North appears behind you, joining the group and startling you a little.

"Quit whining baby, he's just looking out for you, y'know." Noth tells you softly, "Besides, it looks cute on you!"

April appears to have arrived at the same time as Noth, the blonde giggling into her gloves at the sight of you "Aww, did someone forget their winter clothes at home?"

Your face begins to flush at the embarssing remarks your friends were makeing, and you turn your face away to the ground.

"Aw dont give me that face hon, I was just teasing ya!" April pats you on the back a bit roughly, "Now c'mon, we got some ice skating to do!" She exclaims and begins dragging everyone inside, almost appearing like an excited puppy as she's doing so.

After everyone's rented out their skates and sat down, you realize you have no idea how to tie your ice skates together.

Noth looks over and notices you struggling, and rushes over beside you "Oh sweetheart, here, let me help you with that!"

As they tie your laces for you, you can't help but feel like you're a kid again, unable to tie your own shoes and needing a grown up to assist you.

Something about it makes you feel cozy and warm inside, but it quickly goes from a soft moment to an embarrassing one once you notice April's phone camera flashing your way.

"You're so cute Y/N! Needing help again huh?" April teases you, kicking her feet and admiring the pictures on her phone.

"April, be nice. There's nothing wrong with them needing help tying their laces" Harper says lowly, giving April a look of disapproval until she reluctantly puts her phone away.

"Thanks Harper." Gratefully, you give her a weak smile.

"Of course darling" she smiles back.

(Unbeknownst to you, the four of them would later be raving over those pictures of you in their own little group chat. Chatting about how cute and sweet you were at the rink, and how they wish they could always treat you like the sweet little sibling you are, needing their help, poor thing. Don't worry, your big siblings will be looking out for you soon enough.)

North finishes adjusting your skates "Does that feel okay sweetheart? It's not too loose right?" They ask, and you nod at them.

"Great! Now let's help you up!" North and Jackson are quickly by your side, helping guide you through the doors into the rink.

Seeing the ice, you feel a sense of dread, and subconsciously shrink into yourself.

Jackson notices and speaks up

"Hey now, it's okay. we'll make sure you won't fall and get hurt, alright?"

You look at him nervously, but he looks at you so determined, like it's his job to make sure you're safe, so you give a weary nod, and he smiles at you proudly.

"Good, let's take it easy now, yeah?" He steps onto the ice first, holding your hand. He guides you onto the ice carefully, as if you're made out of glass, and swiftly wraps his arm around you once you're safely on the ice, North joining you on your other side shortly after.

Your knees feel weak on the ice but Jackson and North are there to help steady you.

Jackson continues to comfort you, holding you tightly "Easy now, that's it, you're doing great"

Slowly but surely you start getting the hang of it, slowly moving away from the two and leaning on the wall for support, and you end up makeing progress around the rink quite fast.

North keeps a close eye on you, smiling proudly "Look at you! You're doing so great already sweetheart!"

You look down between the ice and back at them rapidly, trying not to lose your footing. "Are you sure? I don't really feel like I'm doing too-"

Before anyone has a chance to react, two hocky jocks speeding across the ice ram into you accidentally, sending you sliding across the icy ground and knocking you into one of the walls, sending a sharp pain through your back.

You can't help the tears prickling in your eyes "Ow..."

Through the pain and dizziness, you hear a few of your friends shout your name and rush over, and you think you can make out Jackson yelling at the two guys who rammed into you.

You let out a small whine as April and Harper help you up.

"Oh my God, are you okay!? Those two like- totally decked you!! How bad is it?! Show me where you're hurt hon!" April panics as she inspects your body for any injuries.

You lean on Harper, trying to regain your balance "I- I think I'm okay. I mostly hurt my back but I think I'm okay to keep skating. Don't worry about me." You wince when one of them ends up holding you at a sore spot.

April and Harper share a look with each other before looking back at you.

"Are you sure Y/N? We can leave the rink and take a short rest if you'd like." Harper tries to reason with you.

"Ooh and I can grab us some hot chocolate! Would you like that hon? Yeah?" April almost sounds like she's talking down to you, like trying to convince a toddler they need a break, but you're too injured to really think about it or care.

"Hot chocolate would be nice, actually" you agree, and the three of you make your way out of the rink.

After taking off your skates and putting them in your locker, you realize something else.

"Hey guys, I kinda need to use the restroom real quick, I'll be back!" You wave at them.

"Okay be safe!" Harper waves back.

"Don't get lost!" April shouts.

After using the facility and washing your hands, someone standing at the sink next to you starts to make small talk.

"Hey are you okay? I saw you took a tumble out there earlier! I'm surprised you're even standing!" They ask with concern.

"Yeah I got hurt pretty bad, but I'm walking it off for now, hopefully the pain goes away soon" you scratch the back of your head

"Hopefully! I'm Max by the way, and you are?-"

"Y/N"

"Nice to meet you Y/N! Oh, did you hear-"

The two of you end up getting lost in conversation. To be honest, you haven't really talked with anyone besides the four of your best friends for awhile, so it was nice to be able to chat with someone new for a bit.

After a few long minutes of chatting, the bathroom door swings open.

"Oh Y/N! There you are!" North looks between you and Max, and something in Norths eyes shift, causing them to twitch slightly.

"I see you're making friends, how lovely!" North smiles and tilts their head, but you can tell it's strained, even if it's not automatically apparent to others.

"Yeah, we were just getting to know each other a bit" you smile nervously, somehow feeling like you got caught doing something bad. Something about Norths demeanor make you feel like you've gotten yourself in trouble.

"Uh, North this is Max, Max this is North!" You introduce the two.

North quickly grabs ahold of your hand, bringing you closer to the bathroom door "Well I'm glad you two had a fun little chat, but we need to get going, our hot chocolates getting cold!"

Before you have a chance to say bye, North is already pulling you out of the restroom and rushing you over to the café, a smile on their face but a tight grip on your hand.

You want to say something, speak up for yourself, but you remember what Harper's been telling you and you decide to let it go for now. So much has happened today you decide it's best not to think about it too much. They're probably just trying to look out for you after all...

Sitting down with everyone at the cafe, the others are quick to ask questions.

"What was taking Y/N so long? Is everything alright?" Jackson asks North, as if you can't explain for yourself.

"Yes everything's fine, they just got caught up talking to a stranger, that's all." North speaks on your behalf before you get a chance to explain yourself.

"Forgetting about us so soon? What are we not good enough?" Jackson says in a joking manner, although with the way everyone looks at you it doesn't feel like they're joking.

"No of course not! I'd never ditch you guys!" You're quick to defend yourself.

Harper speaks up "Y'know Y/N, you really aught to avoid talking to randos, you never know what someone's true intentions are"

"Yeah! For all you know they could be a serial killer! Or mass murderer!" April adds.

"I'm pretty sure those are the same thing April" Harper looks at April tiredly.

April sputters "Oh whatever! you get the idea!"

You take a small sip of cocoa and shuffle deeper into the cushioned seating "Guys I really don't think that's the case. The chances of that are really slim and they seemed like a pleasant person!"

Jackson rebuttals "Yeah, and I'm sure you would've thought those two jocks were 'pleasent people' before they decided to be assho- jerks and rammed into ya." He sighs and looks at you, like you're some poor, naive little thing that doesn't know much better, and continues.

"Don't worry though, I made sure they got what was coming to them, even got them banned from free skating." He smiles before taking a sip from his own hot cocoa, looking quite proud of himself.

"They got banned?" You ask surprised.

"Well yeah," Jackson appears more concerned now "why? you not happy bout it?"

"Well, part of me is glad, yes. I don't think what they did was right per se, but I do feel kind of bad now..." You shrink further into your seat.

"Aww you big softie!" April gives you a light nudge with her shoulder "you don't need to feel bad! Those two got what they deserved!"

You look down at your cup "I know, it's just, what if they can't play hockey anymore either? They were probably just goofing off and it was an accident-"

"Oh please-" Jackson interrupts "See Y/N, this is why you need us to look after you! Always trying to give bad people the benefit of the doubt. If we weren't here it would've probably cost ya by now!"

Oh dear, now you feel even worse "Sorry..."

North wraps their arm around you "No need to apologize baby, it's okay! You just need to listen to us more often, that's all. You did nothing wrong."

You lean into the warm embrace and take another sip from your cup "Thank you..."

After some more chatter and hot cocoa, everyone makes their way back to the rink. North assists you with your skates again and this time getting on the ice isn't so bad.

The five of you actually end up having a great evening together. You finally end up learning how to ice skate, and North even teaches you how to spin. Jackson fends off anyone who gets too close to knocking you over, April makes sure to get good pictures of everyone together (though for some reason you think she's mostly capturing pictures of you...) and once the rink is finally closed for the night, Harper takes everyone out for dinner.

When you really think about it, maybe you have been overreacting. They're just trying to take care of you after all.

Somehow, against your better judgement, you begin to actually look forward towards your future hangouts.

Surely this won't bring you any issues. They're your best friends after all...

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❅ gonna be continued! (well technically all of my characters will b haha)

❅ yayayay!!! This is my first platonic yandere fic I've ever written so please let me know how I did!!! (˶◜ᵕ◝˶) I hope y'all like it and hopefully I'll get more out!! ❅

He's actually turned out to be quite pleasant to work with! He's very patient, very clear with his instructions, helps guide you step by step, and is very gentle with you when you make mistakes.

You honestly couldn't believe you were working for the same Kristoff everyone had been 'warning' you about.

It's to the point where the other elves are baffled, constantly asking how you got on his good side, but truthfully you have no idea, which baffles them even more.

All in all, it's been a good job!

And when morning comes, when you put on your thick winter coat and pants, your heavy duty boots and soft gloves, when you finally head to out to the stables, you actually find yourself looking forward to the day!

"Good morning!" You wave at Kristoff excitedly.

Kristoff waves back at you before yawning "Good morning Y/N" he greets, though he appears to be drowsier than usual.

"Are you feeling okay? You're not sick are you?" You begin to worry over him, taking a closer look at his expression.

"Yes, yes, I'm fine, thank you" He waves a hand dismissively before bringing the grooming supplies out of the closet.

You look at him puzzled, not fully believing him.

He looks back at you and lets out a sigh, "There was a report last night that all outdoor elves would be getting off early today due to an 'influx of snow', so I got up at dawn to get a head start on all the work, that's all." He gives you a pale of grooming supplies in your right hand, then grabs ahold of your left, leading you to Donners stable.

"So like... A snow day?" You ask, confused, trailing behind him.

"Exactly like a snow day" he smiles at you as he opens the stable door.

You tilt your head, baffled "But... this is the North Pole...?"

As he gets started on grooming Donner, Kristoff just lets out a chuckle and shakes his head "Sometimes you remind me just how young of an elf you are, you're practically still a kid! So much you have to learn still..." he smiles warmly.

Which was technically true, you were still only in your double digits, while him and most other elfs by comparison are already hundreds of years old!

Although you wouldn't call yourself a 'kid' , he was right that you still had much, much more to learn from him.

Brushing through the reindeers thick coat and soothing Donners cries when one of you had to detangle a rough knot beneath his fur, he explains to you further.

"Essentially, Mr. Claus is not just a good fellow, he's also a good boss, though I doubt anyone would expect him not to be."

He moves around to the reindeers other side and begins to assist you "He just likes to give us elves extra time off when he can, just as a little gift to us, y'know."

As you're holding your brush, be takes your hand and helps guide it to the parts you missed, correcting you gently.

"There you go peppermint, you missed a few spots."

"Ah sorry! I didn't mean to..." You quickly apologize, feeling embarrassed for missing such obvious things...

He reaches over and ruffles the top of your head "No need to apologize sugarplum, you're still learning, it's okay" he replies to you softly.

Kristoff stretches after the two of you finish grooming Donners coat.

"Alrighty then" he huffs, "One stable down, 8 more to go" Kristoff states, gathering the supplies in one arm, and grabbing your hand with the other, leading you along.

"You don't need to hold my hand anymore y'know, I know where we're going..." You murmured shyly, feeling silly that your boss felt like you still needed to hold his hand to get around.

At first, Kristoff looks hurt at your comment, but his face quickly turns dismissive "Yeah yeah, think that all you want, I know what's best for you."

He turns, making direct eye contact with you

"Who's been working here for over 800 years now?" He asks you, in a tone someone may use for a small child.

Though, you're sure he's doing it unintentionally, right?

"You have..." You answer, face flushing from embarrassment.

"That's right! And who's been working here for, hm, what has it been... Two weeks now?" He asks in that same parental tone that makes you feel much, much smaller than him.

"I have..." You murmur, looking down at your feet, feeling ashamed as the two of you walk along.

"That's right!" He sounds proud of you, though quite patronizing at the same time, causing you to shrink into yourself even more.

He turns his head away from you as the two of you arrive back at the supply closet, helping you switch out the tools for the next reindeer in line.

"Just do as I say, okay? I know you may not always like it, but I have my reasons, understand?" He looks back down at you patiently.

"I understand..." you mumbled, nodding.

"That's my snow angel" he smiles warmly, grabbing your hand once more and leading you along.

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The two of you end up making quick work of the grooming and feeding, and by the time the both of you are done it's only twelve in the afternoon.

"So Kristoff, what'll you be doing with your extra time off?" You ask as you help him put away the supplies, "Make a snow fort? Go sledding maybe?" You question.

He smiles and rolls his eyes, though out of amusement rather than annoyance, and shuts the supply closet door

"No dear, I haven't done any of those things in a very long time. I'll probably just go read or sleep." He answers to your bewilderment.

"You're not going to play out in the snow at all? But it's a snow day, you should at least have a little fun outside..." you say baffled.

He takes one look at your expression and can't help the light laugh that escapes him

"I don't know Y/N, I don't really think it's my thing anymore, y'know?"

You scrunch your eyebrows and begin to pout "C'mon, when was the last time you had fun in the snow?" You begin to pester him further "You should come join me! It'll be loads of fun! I promise!" You offer while giving him your biggest smile.

Kristoff takes one look at your bright grin, pausing for a brief moment before sighing "Okay fine, I'll join you" He gives in, finding himself unable to say no to that look on your face.

You're completely ecstatic! But before you can respond, you're quickly cut off.

"But- on one condition!" He clarifies, and you become tense.

"After I'm done playing with you in the snow and whatnot, you have to come read with me inside, got it?" He states firmly.

You blink at him surprised,

"Really? That's all?"

"Yes really. Now, do we have a deal?"

You beam at him "We have a deal!" You exclaim, and this time you're the one grabbing his hand, pulling him along.

He looks surprised by the gesture at first, then looks quite fondly at you as the two of you head onward.

"C'mon, let's go!" You laugh, dragging him along "I want to get one of the sleds before they're all taken!"

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The two of you thankfully manage to get a sled much earlier than everyone else, carrying it for awhile before you both find the perfect hill.

It's tall and bright, blanketed in glistening packed snow, perfect for sledding. Not too high to be unclimbable, but still high enough to give any elf a thrill.

"Alright Kristoff! You ready?" You ask, buzzing with excitement.

Kristoff offers you a nervous smile in response "Well, as ready as I can be, I suppose."

"Then let's go!" You grin, hoisting the sled up the hill.

From the top of the hill, the view is breathtaking. Snow falling gently, coating the trees that decorate the land, mounds of sparkling snow trailing ahead in waves, leading up to the pond where the other elves can be seen ice skating, little animals scurrying about here and there. It was beautiful, making you both smile at each other.

After setting the sled in place, making sure there's no obsticales in your path, you take a seat.

Kristoff looks down at you fondly, and smiles at the sight of you, staring for just a bit too long.

"What are you waiting for? C'mon!" You laugh impatiently, quickly snapping him out of it.

"Alright, Alright! Settle down kiddo!" He smiles and rolls his eyes, hopping on the back, wrapping his arms tightly around you, making sure you're secure, and grabbing the front rope.

"You ready?" He double checks with you before starting, making sure you're comfortable.

You nod at him enthusiastically and he sighs "Alright then, here goes nothing"

You can feel your heart drop as the two of you slide off fast, yelping as you both fly down quickly, wind and snow rushing by.

You both yell in excitement as you're speeding down the hill, and you can feel his arms wrapping around you tighter the further you down you head.

By the time the sled slows down, you're both laughing and hanging onto each other tightly, still buzzing from the drop and speed at which you'd been going.

"That was awesome!!" You exclaim, and jump up from your seat to start heading back up again, ready for round two!

Kristoff takes in a deep breath and grabs the sled, looking back at you "Are you sure you want to go up again? That was a lot" he questions nervously

"Oh, did you not like it?" you ask concerned, scared he may not be enjoying the day out after all.

"Well... You were right, It was kinda... Fun" he admits like he's embarrassed to have been caught gasp having fun! "It was just a lot for going down my first time in years, that's all" he reassures you quickly.

You begin beaming once more at his response, grabbing the other half of the sled excitedly.

"I told you we'd have fun!" You giggle, quite proud of yourself "And hey! Maybe the second time won't be as bad!"

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The two of you end up going down a couple more times, more elves showing up with their own sleds as time goes on.

"Okay, how about this, you can go down one more time, and I'll stay down here and get a picture of you sledding down, alright?" He offers, exhausted from pulling the sled up so many times.

"C'mon just one more time! After that we can build a snowman! Or go ice skating! Just one more time please!" You beg him, still shaking from the thrill of the other twelve times you went down.

Seriously, how do young elves have so much energy?? He asks himself internally while catching his breath.

"Works for me!" You cheer, and up the hill you went.

Once you've made your way to the top, you notice two other elves occupying the spot you and Kristoff had been going down previously, so you randomly pick a new spot to sled down from.

You wave at Kristoff from your new spot, and he sends you a thumbs up letting you know he has his camera ready.

You brace yourself before sledding down fast as ever, yelling in excitement as you speed your way down.

However, the exitment would not last long, as you'd quickly lose control of the seld.

You try to reroute it, but before you can get ahold of it, you and the sled go flying into a tree, giving you whiplash, sending a sharp pain through your back, snow from the branches above falling on top of you.

You hear Kristoff racing over towards you, brushing the snow off you and hastily lifting you up out of the sled, into his arms.

"Y/N! Are you alright!?" He asks, panicking, unsure of how injured you are.

"That..." You cough a little, causing Kristoff to gasp quietly.

"Was so awesome..." You say weakly, clearly in pain, but thankfully not bad enough to need to see a doctor.

"No, Y/N that was not 'so awesome' , you scared the ever loving Christmas Spirit out of me!" Kristoff frets, carrying you away from the scene of the accident.

"I'll get you bandaged up, and then we can read together, but no more strenuous activities for today or tomorrow, got that?" he says in a no-nonsense manner.

"I think we should call it a day for now" he states, much to your dismay.

You let out a whine in response, but he continues nevertheless

"Okay..." You say disappointed, and rest your head on his chest.

From a few feet away, you can hear some of the other elves snickering.

"Aww poor Y/N, did you get an owie?" They laugh at the sight of you.

"Did Dada need to come rescue you? Hm?" They continue to taunt.

You bury your head further into Kristoff, and be holds onto you tighter.

"What's the matter baby? Are we making you cry?"

As tears well up in your eyes, you can only hope those jerks end up on the naughty list this year.

(Kristoff says nothing, but that's for a reason you'd unfortunately wouldn't come to find out for a long while, and when you do, it'd already be too late.)

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Kristoff sets you down gently on the couch in his library "There you go sugarplum, easy now" he says softly, careful not to cause you any pain.

"I'll be right back with the first aid kit, okay? Stay right there, do not move" he instructs before heading out the door.

The library is quite pretty, deep blue bookshelves line the walls, various plants scattered about, a fireplace giving the room a warm cozy glow.

You'd almost fallen asleep by the time Kristoff had returned.

"Sleepy are you?" He lets out a soft chuckle.

"Mhm" you murmur back.

"Alright then, I'm going to lift you up and take a look at you, okay?" He asks gently, and when you nod, he's careful to sit you up and inspect you.

He helps patch up all your little scuffs and scratches with colorful Christmas bandaids, whispering soft praises every time as you fall in and out of sleep.

"There you go peppermint, all done" he finishes, and takes a look at a smaller bookshelf just behind the couch.

"Would you like me to pick out a book to read to you?" He asks softly.

"Yes please," You mumble, feeling as if you could pass out at any moment.

"Of course" he smiles warmly and sits on the couch with you, laying your head on his chest as he begins to read.

"'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house, not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse..."

You were too tired to really question why he had chosen a children's book, but to be honest you didn't really mind. It was comforting, filling you with the same feeling of joy you had when you were just a small child.

Actually, it sort of made you feel like a kid in the present moment, in a comforting sort of way, though you couldn't quite understand why.

You soon fell asleep in his lap, lulled by the sound of his soothing voice.

"Sleep well, my snow angel" he whispers softly, planting a kiss on your forehead and closing the book.

"night, papa..." you respond faintly in your sleep.

You would never know of it, but in that moment, it was like you had given Kristoff the entire world.

"Oh sweetheart... you'll get to come home to papa very soon... I promise..."

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❅ eeeee this was so fun to write!!! but also I am so tired!!!! fanfiction makes me so sleepy aaaa!!!!

❅ anyways I hope y'all like it!! please let me know what you think!!!! (˶◜ᵕ◝˶)

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Eira looks startled "Ready to leave? Are you sure?" She questions nervously.

Lumi looks even more shocked than her wife, almost as if she's ready to pass out, and she swiftly takes a seat next to you

"We don't mind taking care of you dear, Really! Just stay with us for a while longer!" She tries to reason.

You smile at their kind gesture, knowing they're likely just trying to be polite, and continue,

"I'm so very thankful that you don't mind taking care of me, I really am! I'm thankful for everything you've done! But I'm pretty sure I'm fully recovered now, and I'd feel rude staying any longer than I need to..." You respond warmly.

Lumi looks heartbroken, and somewhat... unstable? You can see her starting to shake but before she can say anything Eira quickly steps in front of you and cuts her off.

"Just stay one more night. I need to do a little work on the car and we can take you into town in the morning, alright?" She says calmly, and exchanges a look with her wife, who appears to look betrayed at first but then something on her face shows a deeper understanding... and she calms down swiftly.

Despite their 'understanding', you get a weird feeling that something is very off.

Nevertheless, the two of you agree on it.

You offer to help make dinner the final night of your stay, but they insist they'll take care of it themselves, and that you don't need to worry yourself with it.

You still can't help but sense that something is deeply off, in fact they seem a little too insistent, but you tell yourself they're just trying to be kind, so you sit in the living room as you wait, cozied up by the fire.

Theres nothing to be afraid of, they've spent so much time taking care of you, why would they ever hurt you?

You chalk it up to you just being afraid to leave after how well they've treated you, and take a deep breath.

Everything will be alright, you're sure if it.

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In the kitchen, while ladling the stew into bowls, Eira makes sure to separate them, white bowls for them, blue for you.

She opens a cubord, high above the stove, and looks at her wife.

Lumi looks out of the kitchen, into the living room towards you, who is resting by the fireplace, distracted by a book on the side table.

She looks back at Eira, and gives her a reassuring nod.

Out of the cubord, she pulls out a prescription bottle, takes one of the pills, and sprinkles it into your stew, stirring it around, letting it dissolve.

She then pushes the bottle far back into the cubord, and shuts it quietly.

Eira preps the bowls onto the serving tray, and Lumi steps out of the kitchen

"Y/N! Dinner is ready!" She calls for you.

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As you eat in the dining room, you can't help but feel like Eira and Lumi are watching you more intently, and it's oddly quieter than usual.

Becoming tense in the silence, you clear your throat and decide to strike up a conversation.

"If you don't mind me asking, why do you guys have a children's bedroom? Did you guys used to have children? Or have any grandchildren?" You attempt to ask politely.

Eira appears nervous at your question, Lumi looks pained. They both look at each other and Lumi speaks up first.

"Neither of us are able to have children unfortunately. We tried convincing adoption agencies to let us take care of children." She takes a shaky breath before explaining further.

"We got quite far into the process y'know, decorated the room, even set up a playroom down the hall, though you haven't seen that yet." She reminisces warmly, but the warm tone fades shortly after as she continues.

"Laws were changed while we were in the process, making it more difficult for us to adopt due to our housing..." She appears ready to cry and Eira grabs her hand under the table, rubbing it soothingly, and takes over for her.

"Our location makes it too difficult for any child to reach the support systems they'd need, too far from counselors, too far from any school, too far from others for them to make any connections outside of family." Eira takes a deep breath, looking down.

"Due to the harsh weather and how difficult it is to get up here because of the terrain, among other issues with our property, they told us it wasn't suitable enough, and we'd have to be taken off the list for now." Eira explains, voice breaking towards the end.

You look at them distraught "I'm so sorry... I shouldn't have asked..." You apologize to them, feeling terrible for even bringing it up.

Lumi wipes her eyes with her sleeve, and looks at you warmly "Oh, you don't need to apologize love, it's not your fault." She clears her throat and continues "We're sure we'll get to have a child of our own soon enough, we just need to wait, that's all." She smiles weakly.

The three of you finish dinner, and shortly after they insist on tucking you into bed, despite you not needing them to anymore, you let them.

After all, they've struggled so much, maybe it helps them feel better.

Lumi and Eira whisper from the doorway,

"Goodnight!"

"Sweet dreams!"

"Goodnight" you whisper back, and as the door shuts gently, you drift into a deep, heavy slumber.

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In the early morning, you wake up to a deep soreness surrounding every inch of your muscles, accompanied by a terrible sinus headache.

You sit up weakly, brain fog consuming your thoughts, and as you shift the gaurdrail down and try to stand up, you collapse, stomach churning.

Doubling over onto the ground, the sound of you vomiting echoes down the hallway.

Shortly after, footsteps can be heard rushing towards the room, and the bedroom door swings open.

Assisting you up, Lumi sets you back onto the bed gently "Oh, my poor baby, are you sick?" She kisses your forehead for a few seconds, checking your temperature, before sitting up "You have a fever, poor thing."

Eira returns to the room with cleaning supplies, taking care of the mess as Lumi watches over you.

You rasp "I'm so... sorry... I didn't mean-"

"Shh baby, shh... You have nothing to be sorry for. Just rest your eyes while Mama gets you some tea, okay?" Lumi swiftly cuts you off, pressing another kiss to the top of your head before heading out the room.

"Mama...?" You say confused.

Is... she pretending you're her child?

No, no way, you just misheard her that's all, right?

Besides, who does that? You're too old to be taken in as their child anyway.

You feel too sick to really dwell on it any further, so you just do as she says, resting against the pillow with your eyes closed until she comes back.

When Lumi returns, she sits beside you, the bed dipping beneath her weight, and she hands you... a sippy cup?

Okay... what the hell?

"Drink this love, it's tea with ginger and honey, it'll help you feel better, I promise." She puts the warm bottle into your hands.

"I... can drink from a cup... though...?" You choke out from your sore throat.

Lumi reasons with you "I know baby, but we don't want you spilling anything on the bed. I'm very sorry, but it's the best we have sweetheart."

You look at it heasentantly, and now you start to question that maybe they really are trying to make you their child?

But... that's absurd! That's not a thing, is it?

You reluctantly drink from the sippy cup as Lumi helps tuck you back in beneath the blankets.

Eira returns after putting away the cleaning supplies "I'll sit in here and watch over them, you can go back to bed love, I'll make sure they're okay."

Lumi looks down at you worried, and looks back at her wife "Are you sure? What if something happens and I'm not here?"

"How about this, we..."

Shortly after finishing the cup, you find yourself unable to fight against the urge to fall sleep, and drift off rapidly.

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The rest of the day is a blur, coming in and out of sleep. Hazy memories of being fed by either Eira or Lumi. You think you remember a baby bottle? Or was that a fever dream?

Maybe you throw up again, maybe they change your pajamas, maybe you're too sick to determine what's actually happened and whats been dreamt up in your feverish mind.

The day passes like a thick fog, and you find yourself tucked into bed another night, unable to go home.

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The next day is the very same, blurry, fast, you can't tell what's real or fake, all you know is you feel terribly ill, and you just want it to end.

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The third day isn't as bad, you find yourself being able to make some sense of everything, but your body is still weak and your stomach is in knots.

By late evening, you're put to bed, but this time you pretend to fall asleep.

You feel too ill to actually sleep, but you don't want to bother Eira and Lumi by having them watch you another night, so you let them leave the room, thinking you've drifted off.

However, this would cause you to feel far, far sicker than you did before.

Outside of the door, you can hear their whispering voices.

"You're drugging them too much Lumi! They've been barley conscious the past three days!"

"I'm sorry! I'm just scared they won't want to stay! What if they try to fight back!? I can't have them leave Eira, I just can't..."

"Lumi, sweetheart, this is why I'm installing security measures, once they're fully installed they won't be going anywhere, I promise. Just keep them mildly sick until we can talk with them. Just be patient, they'll be part of the family soon enough."

"But what if they don't want to be though? What if they fight back and they hate us and- "

"Lumi, that's when we can discuss giving them higher doses, but for now we can't be sure what they'll say. Either way they're going to be our kid whether they like it or not."

You try not to throw up.

"Besides Lumi, you've heard them talk about their 'family' and 'friends'. They're never there for them, ever. They don't have anybody, they'll come around eventually."

This can't be happening... Right...?

"You promise?"

"I promise my love"

You wait until you can hear them leave. You wait until the lights are out. You wait until the door down that hall shuts.

You wait for what feels like forever before getting out of your bed.

You don't know if what you heard was real or if you were dreaming it or what, but you need to find out sooner than later.

All those thoughts about wanting to be part of their family make you want to throw up.

And yet, somewhere deep inside of you, despite everything you just heard, you know you want it to be true...

Still, you have to investigate.

You have to know.

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❅ I cannot wait to continue this eee!!! X]

❅ Sorry this one was short, I tried my best!! I hope y'all enjoy!!! (◜▽◝;⁠)ゞ let me know what you think!!! (˶◜ᵕ◝˶)

You ventured through the snowy sidewalks, crosswalks, and neighborhoods, the air cool and fresh, the trees glistening with frost and icicles.

You eventually made it to his house and rang the doorbell, waiting patiently until the door swung open, Kristoff greeting you warmly

"Y/N! Welcome in!"

"Thank you! It's good to see you!" You reply, happily greeting him with a hug, squeezing him tight, before he lets go and ushers you out of the cold into his warm home.

Shortly after letting you in, he looks you over, and begins to fret over you, as if he's an anxious parent (which he's been acting like more and more frequently...).

"You made it here safe right? You didn't slip and hurt yourself like last time, or run into any creeps did you? Did you make sure to be aware of your surround-"

You cut him off "Yes! Yes I'm fine Dad!" You reassure him, teasing him and rolling your eyes, but he appears stunned for a second, like he's in awe.

You stare at each other for a few awkward seconds, growing more confused until eventually continuing "I know you're worried about my safety but I'm fine, really!"

This snaps him out of it quick, and he clears his throat, trying to play it cool

"Right well, I'm glad to hear that" He states, and brings you further inside.

"You may leave your shoes by the fireplace, I've already got the oven preheating and the ingredients out, so just join me in the kitchen whenever you're ready, alright?" He directs you, and you gladly do so, not wanting your shoes to be cold and wet when it's time for you to leave.

Entering the kitchen, Kristoff already has the bowls and ingredients laid out neatly, as if it were straight out of an internet cooking blog.

Which, to be fair, isn't unexpected of him considering he likes his things to be organized and prepped, letting him be in control, but you weren't used to baking being so... formal? usually just chaotic and messy. Though you weren't complaining.

"So Kristoff! Ready to get started" you say cheerfully, stretching your arms and fingers out.

"As ready as you are" He smiles down at you.

"Alrighty then! Lets-"

"Oh hang on! One last thing!" he stops you, pulling out a blue apron, patterned with silver snowflakes, and swings it over your neck, tying it in the back for you.

"There you go peppermint, now we're ready!" He finishes and steps back, looking at you fondly.

"Oh! Uh, Thank you!"

Something about him putting your apron for makes you feel... embarrassed? small? You don't quite know, all you know is your face is flushing you feel oddly... childish, for some reason.

Whatever, nows not the time to be distracted!

"So... What's the first step?"

You look over in his cookbook with him.

He begins to read it aloud to you

"Let's see... One Cup warm milk heated to 46° Celsius, and use a mixer to stir in two and a half teaspoons of dried yeast."

"Sounds good! I can grab the milk if you get the stove!" You smile and he nods.

The next fifteen minutes goes pretty smoothly, adding the butter, eggs, sugar and salt.

It's only when you grab the flour when things start to go awry.

Kristoff grabs one of the pre-prepped bowls off the counter and heads over "Alright sugarplum, I can pour the flour in if you can get the mixer"

You look at him heasitently "I dunno, I was never any good with the mixer in my cooking classes..."

"Oh nonsense, I'm sure you'll do great" He gives you a reassuring smile

You reluctently grab the electric mixer "Well, if you say so" you reply, starting the mixer as he pours the flour in.

It goes well for a few blissful seconds until...

Poof!

You accidentally whisk a cloud of flour into your bosses face.

You attempt to apologize while stifling your laughs, covering your mouth "Holy Mother of Christmas I am so sorry!"

You quickly turn off the mixer, trying not laugh because this is so not funny (it is).

He just wipes some flour off of his face before giving you a dead stare, and sighs

You tense up for a moment, until he lets out a small chuckle and grabs the electric mixer from you.

"Had to find out the hard way you were right I suppose. Here I'll take over, you take the flour." He says, dusting some more powder off his face, smiling embarrassedly

"Oh! And make sure to add a little more in the bowl." He points to the flour bag.

You sigh of relief, thank goodness he is not upset with you, you swear you saw the ghost of Christmas past flash before your eyes when he gave you that look.

You add the extra flour like he says and the two of you trade places, finishing the dough without any mishaps this time.

Kristoff then shows you how to knead the dough, and once you both knead it throughouly, it's time to wait a half hour for it to rise.

In the meantime, you both get started on the filling.

You combine butter, brown sugar, and cinnamon together, and once the dough has risen, the two of you make your strips and finally roll your cinnamon rolls out!

"We're so close to being done!" You beam, grabbing the tray carefully, making sure not to drop it.

Kristoff rummages around under his sink, grabbing cleaning supplies

"I'll get started on cleanup, you can set them in the oven. Make sure to be careful though, use the mitts and all that!"

"I will!" You stare at the unset timer and set the tray down briefly

"How long in the oven?"

"Twenty-five minutes" He replies, back turned away from you.

"Gotcha!" You say, setting the timer and opening the oven door, carefully putting the rolls in, but once you let them go, on your way out your hand catches and-

"Ouch!" You yelp, quickly shutting the oven door and holding onto your hand, burning in pain.

"Y/N!" Kristoff sets down the cleaning supplies and rushes over "What happened?" carefully, he takes your hand, inspecting the burn "Did you not use the mitts I laid out?" He asks, worried but stern, and you can't help but feel like you're in trouble.

"No, sorry, I forgot..." You say, tears welling up in your eyes in pain as he leads you to the restroom, appearing upset.

"Can't even look away for a moment... I knew I shouldn't have let them touch the oven..." he mumbles to himself, unknowingly hurting you in the process, making you feel terrible.

"I told you to be careful-" he looks over and stops, tears welling in your eyes.

" Oh, peppermint, don't cry-" his tone shifts and he quickly wipes away your tears "it's okay, it was an accident. I'm not mad at you, I promise." He says softly.

You use your sleeves to dry your eyes and look away from him, ashamed "I'm sorry, I should've been more careful" you say shakily and pulls you in, holding you close.

"No shh baby, it's not your fault. I shouldn't have said that, I shouldn't have let you touch the oven at all. C'mon, let's get you taken care of."

You don't know why you're crying, or why you feel so childish and stupid, but you're greatful that Kristoffs not making fun of you for it, in fact he's taking it quite well.

He sits you on the toilet seat, letting you run your hand under cool water while he grabs the first aid kit from under the sink, prepping some red and white diagonaly striped bandage and aloe burn cream.

"Let me see your hand" he motions, and you quietly give it up, tears beginning to dry.

He's very gentle applying the cream, and makes sure not to not cause much pain as he's wrapping the bandage around your hand, eventually finishing by giving your bandaged hand a small kiss.

"There we go snow angel, all better."

You can't tell if the gesture was odd or if that's just the way he acts, but you know there's no bad intention behind it.

(Besides, it's kind of comforting having someone kiss your injuries better, even if you're technically grown up)

He helps you stand and leads you over to the living room couch, helping you get cozy under some throw blankets and sitting beside you.

You take a moment to settle down before speaking

"So... What should we do while we wait?" You ask, holding your injured hand.

"Hmm" Kristoff ponders the question for a moment, looking around, until he spots something.

"I know, why don't I put on a movie for you while I make us some hot chocolate? Does that sound nice?" He suggests softly.

"yes please" you say weakly.

He puts on a movie for you, 'Barbie in the Nutcracker', which, you weren't expecting, but hey, you're not gonna judge his tase in films!

In fact, you actually quite like this movie.

The smell of warm hot chocolate and cinnamon fills the air, and though you try to focus on the movie, you're getting hungrier by the second.

Your stomach rumbles and as if on cue, Kristoff enters carrying the mugs of hot cocoa, with tall whipped cream spirals and a sprinkle of cinnamon on top.

"Someone's hungry" Kristoff chuckles and hands you your drink as you flush from embarrassment.

He sits beside you "Hopefully this'll hold you off until the cinnamon rolls are ready." He takes a sip and sits back, the couch dipping beneath his weight.

"Hopefully..." You shift nervously and look over "thank you, it looks really good" you smile, greatful for the treat.

"Of course, thank you" he smiles back.

You take a sip, the cocca tastes rich and warm against the cold and soft whipped cream, everything pools comfortingly in your stomach, and it feels like home.

"Y/N" Kristoff grabs your attention and you look over

"Yeah?"

He gestures to his nose "You uh, got something there" he smiles, trying to hold in a laugh.

You wipe off a large dollup of whipped cream stuck to your nose, and despite feeling embarrassed you can't help but laugh, Kristoff laughing with you.

He then grabs a napkin and reaches over "Here snow angel, you missed some" and he wipes off your face for you.

"Ah, thank you!" You say bashfully.

"Don't worry about it" he grins, and a ding can be heard from the kitchen.

"Oh, they're ready!" He swiftly gets up, and you try to join him but he stops you.

"Just stay right there okay, I don't want you burning yourself again." He instructs, putting his hand out to stop you

"I won't, I promise-" you try to stand up

He shakes his head, gently grabbing your shoulders and sitting you down

"Not happening kiddo, just stay right here, and I'll take care of it, understand?" He warns, and you sink back down into the couch, absolutely not pouting.

"I understand..." you say disappointedly

He lets out a sigh of relief "Good, now hang tight, I'll be right back" he ruffles the top of your head before leaving.

As you finish your hot chocolate, you can hear rummaging in the kitchen, and soon Kristoff reappears, the beautiful homemade cinnamon rolls in hand.

"They look so good!" You gasp excitedly as he hands you your plate and fork "thank you!"

"No, thank you for coming over and helping me out, I couldn't have done it without your help, peppermint." He sits back in his spot and gives you a grin

"Well, I couldn't have made them without you inviting me over, so thank you!" You reply

He cuts off a piece and sticks his fork through it, pointing it at you "I wouldn't have been able to make them if you hadn't come over though, so you're really the one to thank" he argues

you try to rebuttle "Nu-uh you-!"

you're quickly stopped by him cleverly feeding you a piece of his cinnamon roll while you had your mouth open.

"Thank you" he says warmly, and you huff, again, not pouting.

However your face quickly turns surprised, the cinnamon roll was so warm and fluffy, the filling was so cozy and flavorful, the taste bringing you back to early Christmas mornings when you were just a small elf.

It was wonderful.

You excitedly cover your mouth "This is amazing!" you say in awe, beginning to cut off another piece of your own cinnamon roll

He looks amused "Is it now-" you cut him off, deciding to give him a taste if his own medicine, smugly grinning as you force a piece into his mouth.

He looks startled at first, not having expected you to do that, but then looks stunned as he finishes eating his bite.

"I didn't expect it to be so good, wow" he smiles down at the plate, happily surprised by the outcome.

"I know right!" You say giddily, continuing to munch on your own roll.

The two of you sit on the couch finishing the movie by the warm fire, eventually cuddling as you both eat way more cinnamon rolls than you had intended to.

It feels homely, safe here. You rest your head on Kristoffs shoulder, thinking about December nights you used to spend with your parents when you were just kid, yearning for the past.

While you may not be a kid anymore, your parents out of the picture and you with a grown up job, you can still dream about it.

In fact, you can't help but think about it when Kristoff treats you like his own. You know it's kinda odd, but you don't mind it.

In fact, you enjoy it. You wish you could go back to those simpler days, you wish you still watched barbie movies, you wish you still had your toys.

You wish your parents still treated you like you're their little kid, like you're their everything, and while they may not anymore, Kristoff does, and you're incredibly greatful for that, even if it is out if the ordinary.

Maybe one day, you'll get to relive your childhood, the way you always dream of.

(And maybe, just maybe, your wish will be granted, though not in the way you would have wanted...)

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❅ Sorry if this ones rough!! I kinda struggled writing more than usual (I'm outta some medications and I'm a little burnt out) but hopefully it's okay!!

❅ Also sorry for the lack of yandere themes!! this one's mostly fluffy hehe

❅ Also also! I just found out how difficult it is to write baking and I hope to never do it again lol (◜▽◝;⁠)ゞ I hope y'all like it still tho!!! (˶◜ᵕ◝˶) yayayay!!!

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The bell above the door jingles as you make your way into the establishment, the warm air is inviting as you breathe in the comforting scents of coffee, chocolate, and baked bread.

"Y/N! Over here" you hear someone call out to your right, and look over.

There, Jackson is waving you over, sitting with April, North, and Harper.

You wave back and after ordering your drink, you head on over to sit down, taking a seat with them.

"How've you guys been?" You ask politely, happy to be seeing your friends.

They all share different degrees of "good" and "alright" before April looks you in the eyes and takes your hands.

"More important, how have you been? What's been going on hon?" she asks seriously, and you try to hold in your emotions.

You shift uncomfortablely in your seat, not really sure where to begin, or really how to begin without crying.

"I've been better... I've um, been having a lot of troubles with housing."

You shakily take a deep breath as your friends look at you worriedly, and continue,

"I got kicked out of my apartment..." a few of them gasp, you look down and continue

"m-my family won't let me stay with them, a-and I don't know why and I don't know where to go and-" your voice breaks towards the end as you begin to cry.

North and April rush by your side and and begin comforting you, April squeezing you tight and North rubbing your back.

"Oh honey, I had no idea it was so bad, I am so, so sorry." April apologies softly, cradling you in her arms.

"I-its okay... It's not your fault..." you sniffle, face flushing as you feel embarrassed breaking down in public, certain that people are looking at you.

"I just d-don't- don't know where I'm going to be staying, y'know?" you choke out.

North takes a napkin and wipes your tears for you "You could always stay with us sweetheart, I know roommates aren't ideal but we have an extra room to spare, I'm sure we could make it work" they offer softly.

You stare at everyone, and they all give you nods and looks of approval, and you take a shaky breath.

"Y-you mean it? You would really d-do that for me?" You ask weakly, not wanting to be a burden on them.

"Of course hon! We'd love for you to stay with us" April squeezes you tightly, like she's afraid to let you go.

You cry a little longer as the four of you hug it out, eventually calming down.

After explaining the situation a little further, Jackson seems pissed at both your family and your ex-landlord.

(In his mind, it does make the plan easier but, shit-, he never expected them to abandon you like that.

April may have forgotten to tell him about her little... 'visits' with your family.

Oh well, all that matters is that you come running home to them in the end.)

Harper starts planning around everyone's schedules to figure out the best time to help you move in, deciding on 4:00pm that afternoon.

April and North try to convince you to let them cheer you up by taking you out shopping to get some housewarming gifts.

You try to say no, that they've done enough for you already, but- you don't think they're going to take no as an answer.

You may have been going through some rough patches with your friends recently, but you've never been more glad to have overlooked their flaws.

They truly do care about you, even if they are a bit overprotective.

(If only you knew what they'd done)

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Alas, you where right, there was no convincing April and North out of their shopping spree idea.

But you weren't too bothered, you kinda did want to get new things for your room anyways.

April runs far off, waving you over to a section just out of view "Hey Y/N! Check this stuff out!! It's super cute!!" She cheers excitedly, perking your interest as you and North catch up.

You look around confused "Oh, the kids section?" you ask, having not expected to shop over here.

"Yeah look!" She grabs ahold of your hand and points around "they've got Strawberry Shortcake , Sonic, Sanrio, Minecraft, all sorts of awesome stuff!" She smiles

"I mean... It is really fun, I do like this stuff a lot but, I'm a bit old don't you think?" you question, feeling a bit out of place in the area.

North speaks up "Oh nonsense, people these days embrace nostalgia more than ever, I think it's perfectly fine to shop here love" they give you an encouraging smile and you look back down the aisle.

"Well... I suppose some nostalgia in my room wouldn't hurt" you give in, smiling.

Usually your childish interests would be put down by your family, so despite how out of place you felt in the kids section, it was quite exciting for you!

Besides, with the way your family talked to you last... why should you even care about what they think anymore anyways?

"That's the spirit! C'mon Y/N let's look around!" April giggles dragging you around the section.

You happily follow along, excitement growing with each step.

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Okay... you may have ended up with more stuff from the kids section than you thought.

And by more stuff, you mean almost all your stuff.

April and North where very encouraging of it, and hey, they were the ones paying, who are you to object?

They even bought you some nostalgic toys you weren't able to have when you where a kid! You'd never seen yourself as a toy collector before but, you have to admit they did have some pretty cool stuff.

Besides, it would only make your room look a little childish, right?

You really hoped it wasn't too much.

But, you trust your friends to have a good sense in taste, they wouldn't make your room look like a kids room on purpose!

They wouldn't, would they?

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"That looks really heavy, I'll carry it for you, just take a seat Y/N" Jackson grabs the box out of your hands.

"Oh! Let me help with that sweetheart!" North prevents you from grabbing a different box

"Don't worry yourself hon, just relax! We've got it!" April takes the dolly from you.

"Just take a seat Y/N, we'll take care of it" Harper sits you on their couch.

Everyone was treating you like you couldn't load up your boxes yourself, like it was too... dangerous for you or something.

You were greatful for all their help but, it felt sort of, weird? Almost infanilizing?

Still, you shouldn't look a gift horse in the mouth... You just don't want them thinking your making them do all the work, y'know?

"I can help guys! Really! You've done so much for me already, I should at least help you guys out a little!" You offer, standing back up from the couch as they bring another load of boxes in.

Jackson shakes his head "Nope, you've been through enough already, the last thing you need is to get hurt using the dolly or carrying anything up the stairs."

You huff, but he ignores you and continues "just stay right there, okay? We've got this"

North speaks up before your can argue "Just listen to us baby, we've got it covered. We want you to relax alright?"

You feel bad not being able to help, but you reluctantly listen, sitting back down, "alright..."

April pops back down from the stairs, having overheard the conversation "Are you bored hon? Is that it?" She asks in her usual patronizing tone, so normal you don't even pick up on it anymore

"I can keep you company while they set your room up! We can watch cartoons!" She giddily grabs the remote and switches on the TV, hopping beside you on the couch.

"I'm not really bored, I just want to help-" you try to explain as she focuses on switching to a kids channel, eventually putting on one of your childhood favorites.

"Aw hon, you don't need to worry your silly little head about stuff like that! C'mere!"

She shifts around the couch to cuddle up with you, and you have to admit it's quite comforting, even if you aren't very used to physical touch.

You give in, you know they're not going to budge anytime soon.

You do wish they'd at least let you decorate your room yourself, but they insisted they'd take care of it, wanting to 'surprise you.'

You couldn't help but think about what the surprise could be as the episodes played on.

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April places her hands over your eyes as the group leads you to your new bedroom.

"Careful now April, don't make them trip" Harper warns sternly

April huffs offended "I won't!"

You hear the door open and the four of them usher you blindly into your new room.

"Are you ready Y/N!?" April asks excitedly

"As ready as I'll ever be" you reply, eager to see the room

They count down together,

"3... 2... 1... Surprise!"

When April uncovers your eyes, you're shocked.

The room looks like a childhood dream bedroom, over the top with your favorite characters from when you where younger.

You shouldn't like it by all accounts, you're far too old for a bedroom like this except you find it almost... Healing?

It was really difficult for you to let go of your childhood, you don't really know why, but you remember it breaking your heart when your family started telling you to "grow up" and berating you with "you're too old to be interested in that anymore".

This room felt like the total opposite of that rejection.

Acceptance.

You look around further in awe, a window nook with bookshelves filled with your favorite childhood book series. A small tent with cozy stuffed animals and blankets for relaxing.

You turn to the main wall and you stop.

They had painted a mural of your name, using your favorite colors.

They painted that... for you...?

You're silent for awhile,

"Y/N, are you alright? What do you think...?" One of them asks nervously.

"I..." Begining to tear up, you look back at them "Thank you, I don't even know what to say-" you croak out, getting all sniffly and emotional.

"Aww c'mere hon!" April rushes forward giving you a big hug, the rest of the group following soon after.

Jackson speaks up "We didn't upset you, right? If you don't like somethin' we can fix it-"

"No! It's perfect, please don't change anything" you quickly cut him off, wiping off some of your tears.

"it's just, my family used to always make me feel really insecure a-about my childish interests. I always felt really a-ashamed of myself for them so this is..."

You take a deep, shaky breath

"This is so wonderful, thank you all so much" you squeeze them all tighter.

North holds you tight "I am so glad we were able to let you embrace that part of yourself again, they should've never let you feel that way baby"

Jackson runs his hands through your hair "but you've got us now, we'll never put you down like that, ever. If your family refuses to accept you, then we'll step in as your real family, always."

You look up at them heasentantly

"you promise...?"

"We promise" they all say, and you begin to tear up once again, hugging them all just awhile longer.

That night you all decide to have a sleepover in your new bedroom, binging each other's favorite childhood movies, eating your favorite nostalgic snacks, gossiping and sharing secrets, teasing each other and goofing off with some of the new toys they bought you.

That night you fall asleep surrounded by the love of your friends, your real family.

They cuddle close to you under the blanket fort, and wish you a good night.

The first part of their plan has gone better than they ever could've expected.

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❅ Oh my goodness I finally finished this!! I wrote most of it and then procrastinating finishing it or doing any fanfic for 4 days haha!! I gotta do a tonnn of catching up (◜▽◝;⁠)ゞ I hope y'all like it!!! lemme know what y'all think!!! (˶◜ᵕ◝˶)

And hey, surprisingly enough you had been making decent money with your new job, and were somehow better off than you'd ever been before.

When you began saving up your money and brought up using your paid time off to go backpacking, your employer seemed more than happy to help arrange that for you.

You had no idea how you ended up in such a great position with such a great job, but somehow luck was on your side and you wouldn't be complaining anytime soon.

You finally decided to go backpacking in the winter. Maybe not the safest idea but there's something about snowy mountains and icy lakes that give you a serene feeling inside, a soft sort of comfort you didn't know how to explain.

After doing as much research as you could on the places you'd be visiting, preparing yourself for anything and everything, from tourist scams to harsh weather, you packed your bags and took off.

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You'd been backpacking for about a week by now, and you had already seen so many amazing things.

Sure, it was still lonely just like your usual life, but you felt alive again, the happiest you'd felt in a long while.

Today you were heading with a tour group to view the mountains, you'd seen pictures online and in flyers spread around town and they looked so beautiful covered in the December snow.

Stepping off the bus with the group, today seemed to be the perfect day for viewing.

The hike hadn't even started and yet you already felt like you'd stepped into a winter oasis, snow covering every inch of the land, glistening and sparkling against the morning sun.

Everyone gathered around the three tour guides as they instructed everyone on rules and safety, and showcased a map of the trail the group would be adventuring on.

You quickly double checked that you had everything you needed in your pack, did some quick stretching with the group, and off on your journey you went.

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You don't know how long your group had been hiking for before it started to snow. At first, everyone was quite excited, taking pictures and laughing, trying to get snowflakes out of their hair and face, families throwing snow at each other, nobody could help but smile.

But after awhile the wind and snow started to pick up more and more, and the tour guides faces began to grow quite concerned.

And eventually, the guides received a radio message.

Snow Storm Warning In Effect. Find Shelter As Soon As Possible.

The tour guides tried to keep everyone calm, informing the other rangers of their location, and ensuring everyone that if we start heading back now, we should make it back safe in time.

Everyone tried to keep as calm as they could, following the rangers closely, families and friends clinging onto one another.

But as visibility started dropping more and more, panic began to increase.

"How much longer until we make it back?-"

"How come you guys didn't expect a winter storm sooner?-"

"What'll happen if we get stranded out here-"

"What the hell is going on-"

You quickly felt uneasy. You wanted to trust the tour guides but the commotion was starting to get to you, and before you knew it, your body felt panicky and weak.

The winds picked up, sharp and loud, and you felt yourself feeling slower and heavier by the minute, and soon enough, the group appeared to be long gone ahead of you.

You had become stranded in white out conditions, unsure of which direction to go, panic spreading throughout your body.

You try to rush in the direction you thought the group had been heading in, but it was useless.

You lose your footing, sliding off and tumbling down the steep mountain side.

A sharp pain wracking through your body is the last thing you remember before blacking out, succumbing to your conditions.

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"How are they holding up dear?"

"They're still knocked out, poor thing."

...voices?

"Let's hope they wake up soon, we've been waiting for this for a long time"

"I know darling, just be patient, we can't be..."

Unable to get up, or even speak, you quickly fade into darkness once again.

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"-Got the room set up for them!"

"Thank you darling, did you start the fireplace in there as well or would you like me to get it started?"

This time, you try to fight to get up, to open your eyes. Your body is so very sore, but you have to try.

"I already got it started love, no need to worry! But will you carry them in for me? I'd like to get some warm food prepped in case they wake."

"Yes love, thank you..."

You manage to stir. Just the smallest bit but it's a start.

You feel a presence swiftly reach your side.

"Hey there little one, you waking up?"

You manage to let out a small hum, and your eyes flutter open for a brief moment before your body gives out once more.

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The soft smell of cinnamon and wood, a toasty warmth radiating from your right, carefully bundled beneath soft warm blankets.

This time, for the first time, you finally manage to keep your eyes open.

You hazily take in the room. First you notice the soft glow of fairy lights surrounding the room, and the fireplace flickering to the right of the bed.

You slowly notice the room appears to be decorated for a child. Stuffed animals and children's books scattered across shelves, wooden barriers to keep you from sliding off the bed, woodland animals painted across the walls, a mural of a winter forest.

You manage enough strength to look to your left. A beautiful light wood rocking chair and matching toy box, a soft white rug, and light shining through the window of a window nook, snow drifting fast in the wind.

That's right, the storm.

You could've died out there.

Your attention quickly shifts at the sound of the door creaking open.

A tall women, with dark black, almost blue looking hair walks in carrying what seems to be a tray of food.

Spotting you awake, the woman's eyes immediately brighten, and a warm smile paints her face.

"Hi there dear," she greets you softly

"did you finally manage to wake up? It must be hard to stay awake after such a tumble, huh..." she sets the tray down on a dresser and helps sit you up, cushioning your back with the help of the many pillows surrounding the bed.

"Is that better sweetheart?" She asks, pushing your hair out of your face with the back of her hand, staring at you as if you're something deeply prescious to her.

"I... I think so, yeah... Thank you..." You struggle to get the words out but you manage

"I'm Y/N... Who... Are you...?"

Smiling, she introduces herself "I'm Eira, my wifes in the other room, her name is Lumi." She gestures to a picture of the two of them, hanging on a nearby wall.

"We found you on our way back to the house in the middle of the storm. You had fallen quite far down the hill, and had gotten so injured we weren't sure if you were going to make it..."

Her face turns somber for a moment, but when she looks back at you, it shifts back into a loving expression, and she softly traces your cheek with her hand

"But you're safe now, our little blessing..." she whispers, just barely loud enough you can hear it.

"Blessing...?" You ask her tiredly, tilting your head at her in confusion

Her smile grows wider and she shakes her head "Oh don't worry about it, I'll explain it all to you later love" she lowers one of the gaurdrails and brings the steaming tray forward.

"Are you feeling well enough to eat you think? Lumi made you some yummy food" She shows you the tray, carrying soft bread and warm soup.

Your hunger shows itself with a soft growl, and you do your best to give a response

"I can try... a little bit I think..."

"Lovely," she picks up a spoon full and brings it to your mouth. "Can you please say 'ahh' for me dear?"

Feeling embarrassed you hesitate, you can't remember the last time someone had to hand feed you.

But it's clear as day you're too weak to feed yourself, and so you reluctantly give in.

The soup feels warm and comforting in your stomach, and you manage to take in around half of it before you're too tired to continue.

"I can't anymore... can't eat... sorry..." you get out between heavy breaths, your body feeling feeling heavier, sinking further into the cushions

Eira sets the tray aside and pets the top of your head gently .

"That's okay baby, I am so proud of you sweetheart, you did so well" she gives you a small peck on the forehead, and before you can say anything, you pass out once more.

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The next time you wake, it's much darker out, and your body feels less sore than it did before.

You manage to sit up, lowering the gaurdrail by yourself and swinging your legs off the bed, you softly make your way out of the room.

You come to find that you've been staying a large cabin, and looking over the beautiful wooden railing you can see the two women downstairs, sitting in their living room, cuddled up next to each other.

You take careful steps down the long stairway, trying not to tumble down despite your weak knees.

A little before you reach the bottom, Eira spots you and looks panicked, rushing over towards the stairs.

"Darling what are you doing up!? You could get hurt walking down those stairs! Come here dear, I've got you"

"Oh, sorry-" Before you know it, she's swooping you into her arms and carrying you over to the couch, placing you between her and her wife Lumi, and wrapping you in soft knitted throw blankets.

Lumi looks ready to burst with excitement, grinning from ear to ear and taking your hands into hers "Hi there sweet pea, I'm Lumi! I've been very anxious to see you, y'know! You have no idea how mad I was when I found out you had been awake and Eira didn't come get me!" She sends a playful glare in her wife's direction.

"Darling, take it easy with them, they're still recovering, they don't know what's going on yet" Eira reminds her wife gently.

"I know... but they're just so precious, just look at them" the white haired women embrases you from behind, showing you off to her lover

Begining to feel disoriented, you attempt to make sense of what's going on

"...what?"

It appears neither woman heard you, and Eira focuses on responding to her wife instead

"I'm very aware love, I know" she lets out a light laughter at the sight of you two, giggling at her wife's pouty face "but we need to ease them in, otherwise we might scare them away" she reaches over and ruffles your hair

"From what?" You ask, this time finally loud enough for them to hear you

"It's nothing you need to worry about just yet little one, just rest, okay? We'll talk all about it once you're better." Eira explains to you in a gentle tone, almost as if you were just a small child in her eyes.

Lumi quickly changes the subject before any more questions can be asked

"Would you like to watch a movie with us? We're going to be snowed in for awhile so you might as well spend some time with us! Doesn't that sound fun sweet pea?" She looks at you eagerly, like her life depends on you saying yes.

"Mm... Sure... That sounds nice..."

You really should be questioning whatever the hell is going on here, but the way they talk to you, the way they look at you like you're their whole world, you can't help but feel safe and comfortable with them...

Despite the back of your mind telling you something is very wrong here, it's been so, so long since anyone's cared for you like this. Since anyone's worried about you like this.

Something else deep inside you tells you this is what you traveled out here for. All of this is just for you. Just relax and take it in. Who knows the next time you'll have comfort like this again?

The three of you pick out a children's Christmas movie, one of those old stop motion productions from the 60's, and huddle together on the couch.

Being cuddled between the two, surrounded by love and warmth, in your disoriented mind you wish you could never leave this place.

But little do you know, by wishing that upon yourself, you may have just ended up with more than you can bargen for...

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❅ Sorry if this one's a little janky, I struggled writing this one a little bit cause I was super tired but I hope it's good and I hope y'all like it!! (◜▽◝;⁠)ゞ also I was kinda struggling with the prompt so I swapped it with another day so sorry about that also!!

❅ But I am so so so excited to write about them more!!! they are gonna get much, much more yandere!! (I hope so anyways, I'll try my best haha)