there really isn’t anything much to it, and I just felt like creating fluff of this guy
short one lol
enjoy! :D
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Another day, another eight hours of training for Shedletsky's quests.
After fighting some sort of Egyptian god to retrieve the Firebrand, you realised that everything would probably only get more bizarre from there.
You started out having to fight two children with their uncle, and now you were moving up to full-on deities. So, of course, you went training to ensure you wouldn't get brutally beaten up by anything else.
However, this time, your training left you exhausted and spent. Not even the soothing restorative energy that coursed through your veins as you stepped on the healing pad could get rid of that feeling of utter lethargy.
As you flopped down on the bed, you were ready to use some of your consumables to rest and relax. Some of the things you duelled today did have pre-packaged ice cream with them when you looted their dead bodies, and you did get quite a bit of Tix from beating up all those Camels today...or whatever they were. Really, what normal camel would be able to inflict some unknown curse of the gods upon you?
To make matters even worse, the air conditioning in Vermillion Village's Inn broke down, so you were stuck in the sweltering desert heat. After a short back-and-forth debate with yourself, you decided to munch on some ice cream.
As you reached into your inventory for the sweet treat, your fingers brushed against something cold. Thinking it would help you cool down, you pulled it out, expecting it to be one of your desserts.
What you did not expect was to pull out a flat object- a card with a red and blue vortex in the background. A golden crown sat in the middle of the card, coloured jewels adorning its exterior.
Cruel King's call card.
"...oh, shoot-"
The card glowed brightly in your hand, and Cruel King appeared before you in a puff of frost and snowflakes.
"Go forth, my l- oh?"
His cyan eyes glanced around the room, scanning the area for any threats.
"...you're not fighting?"
You sat back in your bed, looking up at him with a sheepish smile.
"Sorry...I wanted to grab an ice cream to cool off and accidentally summoned you instead..."
The King sighed. He could feel the heat of the room, but the relaxing chill emanating from his body served to cancel out the humid environment. With a soft sigh, he sat down on the edge of the bed and glanced down at your smaller form.
"...I can cool you off if you'd prefer, my dear."
The both of you lay in bed as you clung onto him like a koala. You were basically using him as a cooling pad at this point, and Cruel King didn't seem to mind one bit.
"Cruel King, you're cold..."
"If I am too cold for you, allow me to warm you up."
He draped his thick, fluffy silk cape over your form. Since he was significantly taller than you, his cape easily wrapped around you like a burrito.
The King pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead, the chill of his lips lingering on your skin as his arms wrapped around your smaller form.
"It's nice spending time with you outside of battle, my sweet. Every moment with you is one I will always cherish and hold dear to my heart."
His crown lay on the bedside table, forgotten. For now, all he cared about was not his past status as a respected king. He cared about you.
The person who brought him out of the Ice Dagger's trance.
The person who finally opened his eyes and broke him free from the illusions he had been fed.
He had fallen for you, purely because of the amount of time he had spent with you.
He loved you for always sticking with him even when he lashed out at you, oblivious to your true intentions behind getting the Ice Dagger.
When you struck him down in his own personal Nirvana for the fifth time, he felt something stir within him.
Affection. Love...for you.
He wanted to see you more. He needed you in his life.
So, he gave you his Call Card. He wanted to aid you in every step of your journey, even if it meant putting his soul in peril.
He wanted to see you smile every time you won a battle. He wanted to celebrate your little moments with you.
He loved you dearly. He loved you with every fibre of his being.
As you lay there, arms wrapped around his torso, one of his hands snaked around your waist while the other caressed your face. His icy exterior melted for you, and only you.
"My sweetheart...my beloved..."
He moved his hand up, his fingers tenderly carding through your hair. He gently straightened out the tangled strands, calmly massaging any parts of your scalp he thought he pulled too hard on.
"Rest, my dear...you must be tired from all that training."
You pressed the side of your face against his chest, enjoying the cool surface. You felt exhausted, and you were ready to crash right then and there.
"...I will...thank you..."
Cruel King glanced down at you with a tender, loving smile, his arms tightening their grasp on you.
"Don't thank me, sweetheart. It's simply my duty as your King, after all."
You let out a small, tired yawn. You felt so comfortable in Cruel King's arms, that it was almost impossible to stay awake. The tender scalp massages, the way his fingers caressed your back...it was all so relaxing.
You didn't even realise you needed the comfort until then.
With the softest of sighs, you finally drifted off to sleep in his embrace, Blackrock's King silently vowing to watch over you as you slept.
Not even the old King could resist the sweet temptation of sleep, though.
Maybe you'd call him outside of battle more often.
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aaaand that’s all for today! I hope you enjoyed, and I’ll see you all soon :D
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