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Gust

Bury Me Near My Workshop (fluff) - “You have a cold, you’re not dying.”

Arlo

Authors Note: I know not a lot of my follower's play/know of My Time At Portia, but I love this boy too much to not write about him. I’m working on a couple of DBH one-shots as well as another Peter Parker one so stay tuned!

Summary: Gust’s partner is determined to get him to paint them, don’t they know you shouldn’t tell an artist what to paint??

The Crafter had just finished delivering their last commission of the day. Some of it was basic furniture and jewelry that didn't take long to complete. However, the one that they were most proud of was the big commission that Albert and the Mayor requested, the one that they quite literally snatched right out of Higgins's hand. The Crafter decided to spend time with their Husband Gust since they surely deserved a break from work by now, so they walked down to the lakeside where Gust often seemed to be this time of day.

When they finally caught sight of him standing at his easel, they almost swooned. Something about being married to an artist always brought them a sense of pride. The Crafter walked over to him, wrapping their arms around him from behind. They looked at his work, propping their head on his shoulder in the process. Of course, The Crafter was too focused on his painting to realize they were probably constricting his movements.

"Could you not?" Gust said with a chuckle. "Sorry..." They said cutely before standing back. The Crafter stood there watching until he finished for the day, before excitedly standing in front of the easel. "Now paint me!" They exclaimed. Gust let out a small laugh before pecking their forehead. "Maybe some other time, dove." He said as he held the slightly disappointed Crafters hand, and walked home.

The next day their schedule just happened to be free, so they excitedly joined Gust, who was sketching in the living room. The Crafter silently placed a stool in front of their husband and did a dramatic pose. "What on earth are you doing?" Gust said with a hint of amusement. "I thought today might be a good day for you to paint me!" The Crafter said. "Actually, I was just about to head to work, but some other time okay?" Gust said causing The Crafter to pout with disappointment.

Later that day The Crafter left to meet up with Sonia at The Round Table so they could vent. "It just seems like he doesn't want to paint me, I wanted to be his muse or something..." "Well everyone knows Gust isn't very well versed in romance, unlike Albert." Sonia said as she cleaned off one of the tables. Sonia and Albert had recently gotten engaged. She never seemed to stop talking about him, which was completely fair since The Crafter did the same with Gust. "Actually he's much more thoughtful when you get to know him," They started. "But maybe I just wouldn't be a good muse." They said with a sigh. Sonia to frowned for them, and made a note to give Gust a talking to later on.

The Crafter eventually had to leave the Round Table, mostly because Django thought they were disrupting Sonia's work. When The Crafter finally got home, they were confused to see a large canvas propped on the living room wall. As well as Gust sitting at the coffee table with almost a dozen sketchbooks around him. As The Crafter got closer to him, they realized their face was on all of the sketchbooks. "Gust, whats going on?" They asked.

"I've been planning my painting of you for months now, Dove, I want it to be perfect." Gust explained. "That's why I didn't want to just start painting you out of the blue." The blushing Crafter reached to grab one of the books, only to have their hand shooed away. "An artist's sketchbooks are always private," Gust said half-jokingly and half-serious.

He motioned for them to sit in his lap, and cuddled up to them. The Crafter couldn't have been happier to know that Gust thought of them as somewhat of a muse, also because they were always glad to be cuddled. "Still, telling a painter what to paint is usually frowned upon." Gust said with a smirk. "Okayy, I apologize." You said before placing a sweet kiss on his lips.

Description:

Since Gust was a master at architectural design, putting some furniture together should be a cinch! Right?

(Okay this one is silly af, I thought of this while building Ikea furniture lmao.)

Start:

A&G Construction had just partnered with a big furniture company outside of town that would supply them with fancy new products for the people of Portia. People were practically raving about the new desks, drawers, and other products. So much so that Gust himself started to eye the pieces as he sold them to the townspeople.

'The house has been getting a little dull...' Gust thought as he stood at the lakeside, painting the landscape. Gust sighed and paused for a moment. 'Is it foolish to buy your own product? And is building furniture the best use of my time?' Were the thoughts that crossed Gust's mind.

He decided that the only way he'd be interested is if his spouse Y/N were to help him. Not that he needed the help, but it would be a fun date idea! Gust blushed slightly at the thought, then almost immediately rolled his eyes. Having to track down the Crafter, who was always busy with some kind of task or adventure, was sure to be a task in itself.

The plan was to ask the Crafter first thing in the morning before they could run off to build towers or find missing dogs or whatever it is that they do. So it surprised him when he woke up to Y/N already dressed and ready to go, causing Gust scrambled out of bed to catch up to them. "Oh hey sleepyhead, what are you doing up so early?" The Crafter asked. Gust sighed, too tired to have any protests about the nickname.

"I was wondering if you wanted to build some furniture together tonight, I already have a lovely dining table and chairs in mind." The Crafter raised a brow. "That sounds like fun, but... Do you know anything about building?" "What? Of course, I do!" Gust scoffed, earning a small chuckle from the builder. "Alright, tonight it is then." The Crafter said before planting a kiss on his cheek that calmed his offended expression.

Later that day Gust managed to get off of work early. Even though it meant having to ask Albert, who was annoyingly interested in why Gust seemed to be in such a good mood. Gust told his friend point blank that he had a date with The Crafter, which Albert immediately understood. When he got home he was pleasantly surprised to see that the Crafter was already there, taking all the pieces out of the packaging. "Oh hey! So I thought would build the table and you would start with one of the chairs." The Crafter said. Gust raised his brow. Did Y/N still think he wasn't cut out for this? He huffed and in an act of pure egotism blurted out "Actually! I'll handle the table!"

Now all he felt was regret. The Crafter had already finished two chairs and he was still trying to figure out the instructions. Cue the awkward glances from The Crafter. "The dimensions are all off!" He said while looking at the pictures in the directions. "Uh huh..." The Crafter said with a smirk. "Seriously! This makes absolutely no sense, I'll have to send a complaint letter." Gust said, a deep blush tinting his face. Gust sighed in annoyance. This was hardly fair! Y/N spent almost every day crafting so of course they'd work fast.

"Gust please, why don't I start assembling the table and you can help later?" Gust tried to think up an objection but ended up agreeing. In the end, The Crafter finished the rest of the furniture by the end of the night, which Gust was both happy and embarrassed about.

The next day he came home to his partner and saw brushes and buckets of paint on the floor, which was covered in some already paint splattered sheets. "What is all of this?" Gust asked. "Well, I thought the furniture could use a new coat of paint, and since you're the best painter I know..." The Crafter trailed off as they put an apron over Gust's suit. "Do you think you can you do it?"

Pairing: Gust x Reader

Prompt: “You have a cold, you’re not dying.”

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              You are a Builder. And not just any Builder, but the best Builder in Portia. You even have the trophies to prove it! Take that Higgins! You’ve spent countless hours on your workshop, enduring any and everything that’s thrown at you! With everything you’ve gone through during your time in Portia, of course you don’t expect a few extra hours outside to have any effect on you…even if it was during one of the worst snowstorms of the year, but what does that matter?

              It starts as a tickle in the back of your throat. You ignore it easily, opting to drink a couple of extra glasses of water throughout the day.

              You wake up the next day unable to talk. It hurts to talk, laugh, swallow, breathe, or virtually anything else you do on a daily basis. But you didn’t earn the title of The Best Builder in Portia (suck it Higgins!!) for the past four years by letting yourself get sick! So, you power through it, ignoring your fiancé’s pointed stares as he disapprovingly watches you fight to swallow your meals and communicate solely through writing on paper.

              The next two days has you moving slower than normal when you realize any quick or sudden movements now throw your equilibrium off and send your head spinning. You almost crash into a few townsfolk while trying to get to Central Plaza, totally not leaning on the building walls to keep yourself upright.

              You spend the fourth day at your workshop, alternating between working on commissions and vomiting into the bushes beside your house. Gust comes home that night to find you bent over the fence and watches you wretch with a soft sigh. He moves your hair out of your face and rubs a few comforting circles on your back before you lightly push him away.

              “It’s just a stomach bug,” you say, “I’ll be fine tomorrow.”

              Gust doesn’t believe you.

              And you are absolutely not fine the next day when you wake up with a pounding headache and the inability to breathe through your nose. Still, you stubbornly go about your day at your workshop, purposely avoiding Gust and his disapproving gaze.

              On Saturday, you take two steps from your bed when you collapse to the floor. Gust finds you trying to pick yourself up using the end of the bed for balance and decides he’s had enough.

              You don’t remember crawling back into bed…or being able to get up for that matter, but when you wake up, you’re in your bedroom snuggled comfortably in your blankets. You look around the room, trying not to move too quickly. The curtains are drawn but the only light in the room comes from the soft glow of candlelight coming from your living room and the few soft rays of moonlight streaming through your window. Pinky, Scraps, and QQ are asleep, sprawled out on Gust’s side of the bed. However, there’s no sign of your lovely artist.

              You gingerly get out of bed, trying to keep yourself from getting too dizzy, and pull the blanket with you to wrap around yourself. You walk softly out of your bedroom and wander into the living room where you find Gust working on something at the drawing table you had made for him when he moved in. His hair is pulled back into a haphazard bun and his suit jacket is draped over the back of the chair.

              You make your way over to him, sniffling and lightly coughing into the blanket. For a moment, he continues his sketch and you admire the way his hands flow across the paper. Architecture has never been a big interest of yours, but you always find yourself fascinated with Gust’s drawings and immense talent. You cough again, muffling the sound in your blanket to try not to disturb him but he hears you and his hand stills. Gust takes a moment to lean back in his chair and look over his work; a gesture you’ve come to learn in your years together is an invitation. You place yourself in his lap, legs thrown over his, and settle with your face nuzzled into his neck. He doesn’t hesitate to return to his drawing while his free hand comes up to lightly scratch at your scalp.

              “I feel awful,” you mumble into his neck. You hear him scoff above you, but he doesn’t say anything. You snuggle into him further, his free hand instantly moving to wrap around your waist and pull you closer. However, the movement jostles you unpleasantly and you groan at the sudden wave of dizziness and nausea. Gust’s arm tightens around you. “Will you at least bury me by my workbench?” you joke hoarsely.

              “You have a cold, you’re not dying,” Gust mutters, lightly pinching your hip. You try to laugh but it deteriorates into a cough.

              “I feel like I am,” you mumble into the blankets. You feel Gust tense under you and the realization of your words hit you. You instantly snuggle into him, placing a few small kisses along his neck. “Sorry,” you croak. Gust lets out a long sigh and sets his pencil down so he can wrap both arms fully around you. He leans back in the chair and you feel a light kiss on your forehead.

              Ginger and her condition have always been a sensitive subject for him; it had been almost two years before he’d opened up to you about it and even longer before he told you of his mother. You watched your words and the more macabre side of your humor a little more carefully after that and any slip ups are swiftly followed with an apology and a slew of comforting kisses.

              “What’re you working on?” you ask quietly, turning your head slightly to look at the drawings on the table, “more stuff for the Azula Project?” Gust gives a small nod, briefly letting go of you to move some of the papers on the table allowing you to see more of his drawings. You admire the incredible detail before a long yawn forces its way out of your mouth and quickly turns into another cough.

              “You should rest,” Gust speaks softly. You hum in response as that’s all your throat allows you to do and nuzzle into him. “In bed,” he says firmly.

              “Trying to get me in bed when I’m sick?” you say hoarsely and smirk into his neck, “I’m flattered.” Gust’s immediate response is a disgusted scoff, but you can see the pink in his cheeks. You laugh quietly, placing a soft kiss on his neck then his cheek. You sit up slowly, using Gust’s shoulders to balance yourself as you dizzily pull yourself to your feet. Gust watches you intently, his hand hovering near you cautiously. You wobble a little but are otherwise okay.

              You turn, placing a hand on Gust’s cheek. He arches an eyebrow at you as your hand travels to move a few stray pieces of hair from his face. You lean over and place a kiss on his forehead. “Don’t stay up too late,” you whisper roughly, “you need rest too.” Gust leans against your hand appreciatively. You part with him reluctantly and he watches you meander back to your bedroom…and then pause at the door.

              You let out a laugh, and a cough, before turning back to return to the living room. You lower yourself onto the couch, bundling up beneath your blanket with one of the sofa pillows under your head. “Our bed’s a bit occupied at the moment,” you laugh and smile when you catch Gust staring at you. He stands, quietly walking to the bedroom door. The scoff that leaves his mouth means he’s no doubt seen your various pets now spread across the bed, sleeping contently and drooling on your pillows.

              “They need their own beds,” Gust mutters, shutting the bedroom door and making his way over to you. You nod, eyelids already heavy with sleep, and make a mental note to look into building recipes for pet beds when you’re feeling better. You hear Gust moving around the room, as you nod in and out of sleep. You feel his hands on you, lifting you up slightly, and your pillow is taken away and replaced with the body of your wonderful fiancé.

              “You’re not gonna kick ‘em out?” you question tiredly, taking comfort in the warmth of his body and the steady rhythm of his heart.

              “Not worth the hassle,” he yawns, one arm loosely settling across your back, “and someone needs to keep an eye on you.” He says it in his usual dismissively affectionate tone, and you feel his arm tighten around you. You scoff…and cough again, being sure to turn and cough into your arm and not on Gust.

              “I can take care of myself.” You barely get the words out, harshly coughing until your throat is raw.

              “Yes, I can see that.”

              You roll your eyes at his tone and the disapproving look you’re absolutely sure he’s giving you.

              You cough a few more times before your throat finally settles down. Gust’s hand slides up your back and settles on your head, lightly massaging circles into your scalp. You shift around in an attempt to get yourself more comfortable and settle your chin on his chest so you can look at him. He’s staring up at the ceiling, looking very thoughtful and incredibly handsome. From his intent gaze, you’re sure he’s thinking about his project. You watch his thoughts bounce around his beautiful head, smiling at the way his green eyes glance across the ceiling.

              “Gonna be hard to sleep with your mind going a thousand miles an hour,” you whisper. You lay your head on his chest, bringing your hand up to lightly trace random patterns in the fabric of his shirt.

              “Harder when I have to listen to you cough up a lung every time you inhale,” he chuckles, and you feel your cheeks instantly warm.

              “Sorry,” you mutter.

              “Don’t be,” he says softly, “I don’t mind taking care of you.” There’s a kiss on the top of your head before Gust settles back onto the couch and shuts his eyes. “Now please get some rest.” You smile to yourself, winding both arms around him as you close your eyes.

              “I love you,” you mumble, already half-asleep.

              His chest rumbles as Gust laughs quietly and his other arm wraps around you to pull you impossibly closer.

I also posted this to my wattpad, @ arminarlertaddict.

I think we can agree that Gust deserves more love, so enjoy!

'I've officially had it!' Gust thought. Even though he had a small smile plastered on his he couldn't be more annoyed! The Crafter had done it again! They waltzed up in their less-than-clean work clothes into A&G Construction holding an umbrella. Another umbrella.

"Thanks..." Gust said taking the umbrella. "Of course Gust! Have a nice day!" The Crafter grinned and left the store. Gust's smile dropped as he went to his desk and opened a drawer that was almost filled with umbrellas. They had been bringing him these for months now. Never missing a single day. He couldn't handle it anymore!

At first, it was nice, Gust was on his way to work when the Crafter ran up to him. After catching their breath they showed him the pink umbrella. "Its suppose to rain tomorrow so... Here you go!" The Crafter had given him a few gifts before but they were never anything special.

An apple or other things they acquired on their various adventures. But this was a surprise and in a good way! He smiled. "You finally got it right!" He said and noted to himself how the Crafter looked more excited then he was.

Shortly after that, they became good friends, but that's the issue. "How do you tell one of your best friends that they're suffocating you in gifts?!" He cursed to himself, getting Albert's attention. "Is this about the pigments I gave you last week?"

Gust sighed. "No no, this is about

(Y/N)." Albert raised a brow. "You mean you're upset that someone as lovely as (Y/N) takes time every day to visit you?" Albert asked.

"It would be fine if they just came to say hi, but the amount of gifts they've been leaving every time we meet is ridiculous! Have you seen my bedroom? It's full of them!!" "I think you're being a little dramatic buddy, I would be glad if any of the Portia ladies gave me that many gifts!" Gust sighed and figured it was possible that he was being a bit dramatic. He decided he would focus on work for the rest of the day.

(Time skip)

Gust had just got home from work and he took his newest umbrella up to his room. At first glance the room looked okay, he made sure of it! However, under his bed there were as many as he could hide there, the desk drawer that he had built was filled to the brink, and he used up as much space he was allowed to in the downstairs closets.

As he opened the door to his wardrobe all the umbrellas that he so carefully stacked fell right over. He rolled his eyes in annoyance as he stacked them up again and counted about 19, and now 20. He had just closed the wardrobe door when Ginger poked her head it to tell him it was dinner time.

The next day Gust woke up early and headed to the Central Plaza to relax on a bench and clear his head. He was just thinking about how even though his museum just opened the Crafter had already donated multiple amazing artifacts, which was very much appreciated by him when Mint sat down next to him on the bench.

"So what's up?" Mint asked. "Huh? Oh, its nothing." Gust said quickly. "It's just... you seem a bit distracted from work lately." "And Albert sorta told me everything." Mint chuckled. Gust mentally cursed Albert and sighed. "(Y/N)'s been driving me crazy, I know they mean well but I just can't take it anymore!" "It's alright! I have the perfect solution, just start giving them gifts back! That way it won't be so one-sided."

"That could work." Gust said. It really did sound like a fine idea, but when he realized there was only one person he knew that would know what gift to give to (Y/N), he wasn't as confident. He tried to ignore his embarrassment as be cleared his throat. "Ginger? Could you come here please?" He shouted. She made her way to the couch and had a concerned expression.

"Is something wrong Gust?" She asked "Nono, I just need your help with something." He said nervously. Ginger raised a brow and waiting for him to continue. "I wanted to gift (Y/N) something and I uh, I wanted your advice on what to do." Ginger's face lit up with excitement. "I always thought you two would be cute together!! Oh I promise I'll think of a gift that'll start off your romance with each other right away!"

Gust's eyes widened and his face got red as he got even more embarrassed, which he didn't even know was possible. "What?! No! There's no romance! I just want to give them a platonic, friendly gift!" Gust blurted out, his face red as a tomato now.

"Ohh alright..." Ginger said doubtingly.

The two of them brainstormed and decided on a simple silk scarf. He thought it might spice up they're... Let's say less-than-fancy style, and after Ginger promised it wouldn't send the wrong idea, he agreed.

But was the smirk on her face suspicious? And why did he have to wrap it up in a pink box with a frilly red bow? He shook his head and told himself that Ginger wouldn't deceive him like that. He knocked on (Y/N)'s door and they came right out smiling brightly. "Gust? What are you doing here? Oh! Wait right there!" They left the doorway for a moment and came back with an umbrella.

Gust sighed, trying his best to hide his annoyance. "Thanks... And this is for you." He said, handing them the box. They blushed deeply and Gust raised his brow. 'It is pretty hot today so that's probably why.' He thought.

"Anyways, I must get to work so see you around." He said, leaving the Crafter in shock with the gift in their hands.

The Crafter still had that flustered look on their face when they stormed into The Round Table and scanned the room for Sonia, who was wiping down a table. "Ooo what's in the box?" She asked. The Crafter blushed as they explained the situation.

"So he finally confessed? Took him long enough! You should come here for your first date, I could convince Django to make a romantic meal!" She winked. "Well that would be amazing, but he really didn't confess..." "Are you kidding me? His feelings couldn't be more clear." Sonia chuckled gesturing to the beautiful box. "And the scarf looks so expensive too! I wish a man would care to spend that much on me!" Sonia sighed but quickly turned her attention back to the Crafter.

"It is pretty... But I don't want to just assume it was meant as a confession." "Look (Y/N)! You've been crushing on him forever now! If you're that uncertain you should ask him out yourself!" Sonia said. The Crafter blushed heavily. "What?! I can't do that! I wouldn't even know how!" They stuttered. "It's simple. His birthday is coming up this week, so just tell him when you give him his gift!"

The Crafter's eyes lit up. "Oh yeah! I already made his umbrella, he loves those!" Sonia sighed, mentally face-palming. "I think I might have a better gift idea."

(Time skip)

Gust sighed. Working on your Birthday is never fun but he had an important business meeting with a client that could only travel to Portia today. As he walked down the stairs Russo, his butler, informed him that Albert had dropped off all the Umbrellas he had been storing at work.

Leaving a note that said, "Look, buddy, I know its not your fault but I can't have all these umbrellas taking up our workspace." "I counted 16 of them, where would you like me to put them?" Russo asked. "The closet in the dining room will be fine." Gust said, slightly annoyed at Albert's timing. "Well, that closet is about full..." "Please make it work, my clients will be here any moment now and I don't want them to see these..." Russo nodded.

Sonia and the Crafter were at the Salon, getting a bit of a makeover. "A little self-grooming can go a long way for winning a man!" She said as the Crafter nervously nodded. "And Django is making a special new recipe just for the two of you! Plus the Elegant outfit Nora let us borrow will look so cute on you!" Sonia grinned. The Crafter smiled a bit. "I hope everything goes well..."

Gust shot up from the couch when there was a knock on the door. His clients arrived, excited to see the plans and sketches they came for. He explained all his plans for the building, and it was going extremely well when suddenly the closet door only a few feet away from them burst open, tons and tons of umbrellas spilling out. His eyes widened as his face got extremely red. "I... Um..." One of the clients chuckled nervously. "On second thought... We must be going now!" They said, dashing out of the front door.

Once Gust realized what had happened he was filled with anger. 'Why did Albert pick today of all days to drop these off?!' He fumed. "Wait no, this isn't Albert's fault, its (Y/N)'s fault!" He said before storming out of the house.

The Crafter was at The Round Table with Sonia, setting up for Gust's birthday surprise when the boy stormed into the Cafe with a sour look on his face. "Gust! What are you doing here?" He ignored their question and took the pink umbrella in his hand and shoved it in their arms. "You can take that and all the rest back! I never want another one of your gifts ever again!" He yelled. The Crafter's eyes widened and filled with tears as they ran home.

"Oi! That in the hell do you think you're doing?!" Sonia shouted. Antoine turned to Gust. "That wasn't very nice Gust." "Sorry buddy but I have to agree." Albert said. Gust suddenly realized as the people in the room stared judgingly at him, that he had fucked up.

"You don't understand! Them and their damn gifts ruined my meeting! I don't even understand why they give them to me all the time." Gust explained. "Oh my god are you that dense? They're in love with you!" Sonia said. Gust blushed deeply. "They... What??" "It was pretty obvious mate." Albert said. "Why do you think they jump at every chance to help you, they even walked your damn pet for you!" Said Sonia. Gust's face was unreadable when he walked out of The Round Table. He knew exactly what to do.

The Crafter was sat on their bed when there was a knock on the door. Gust stood there looking at them apologetically. "What is it?" They said, their voice still cracking from crying. "(Y/N) I'm so so sorry, I was an idiot." Gust said. The Crafter sighed. "Yeah you were, but I kind of went overboard with the umbrellas huh?" "Just a bit." Gust chuckled.

"Look I know it's my Birthday, but to at least attempt to make it up to you, I got you something," Gust said before presenting the gift.