I have no clue where to put fan fictions so uh…here you go guys! ✨
It’s not really written like a traditional story. This is my first fanfic and honestly- first writing project that wasn’t for homework. 💀
Enjoy this short and overly sweet Narrator x Curator fic!! 💛💙
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The museum, a place full of history and memories shared by the inhabitants of the parable. Classical opera could be faintly heard on a radio as the Curator dusted and polished exhibits in the distance.
Suddenly, a booming voice came from seemingly nowhere.
“This is the story of a woman named Lesley.”
The Curator turned her head, startled by the intrusion but soon recognized the sound.
“She worked in a museum and kept things in order-”
“Alright, enough of the theatrics for just a moment."
She playfully quipped. The Narrator was always one for dramatic entrances.
“Hmph! And why should I? It’s not everyday you get a personal narration from yours truly.”
His ego was quite inflated today- Somebody must've complemented him.
“Any particular reason for the friendly intrusion?”
She approached him with leisure.
“What troubles you dear?”
“Oh no no. I didn't drop by to bring up troubles, quite the opposite actually.”
He smiled at her as she passed by to resume her cleaning spree. He followed behind to continue the conversation.
“I've got something I'd like to show you. I think you’ll find it lovely.”
“Of course, if you don’t mind following-“
He gestured her to the museum's exit. She gently layed her cleaning supplies down and followed.
Once she got close enough he gently took her by the hand and continued to guide her through a hallway in the office. They finally stopped in front of a door with the number 003.
“What's all this now?”
“You’ll see.”
He chuckled as he opened the door, revealing just an ordinary office. Paperwork everywhere, a dim lamp, a variety of empty mugs, the room was a disaster. Must have been his.
As Curator looked into the office, she had a puzzled look on her face.
“Oh, uhm…”
“Is this the uh-”
Before she could finish, the Narrator slammed the door shut again and opened it a second time. A cozy lounge replaced the boring old office.
“Come, come!”
He excitedly pulled her into the room and the door automatically shut behind them.
The room had tall windows with shimmering stars outside, humble bookshelves stocked with classics lined the walls, leather couches invited people for a seat with decorative pillows, and a record player played soft music. It was very homey compared to his usual works.
“Well isn't this just lovely!”
She said under her breath as she soaked the room in.
“Is this where you've been disappearing off to?”
“We assumed you were just writing in your drab old cubicle, taking a break from Stanley’s antics…”
His little nook was gorgeous!
She began to observe it with giddy. He smiled softly as she slowly spun around the room, stopping by the windows to admire the stars.
“How long has this room been here? Don't tell me you've had it all to yourself this whole time.”
She chuckled, turning to him.
“Oh! well…”
Clearing his throat, he answered,
“I had just finished giving it the final touches and wanted to share it as soon as it was done...”
“I must say, I am quite proud of it.”
He puffed his chest out with a big dorky smile on his face.
“As you should be...”
She continued to look around.
"Now, how about we properly enjoy this time to wind-down, with the room being finished and all-“
He sat down on the couch, inviting her to sit besides him. She settled down and turned to him, pausing for a moment. She noticed his composure slipping.
“Something on your mind? I can see it.”
He jolted a little, caught off guard by her observation.
“What?? Something to tell you? Oh no no no no. No, I- ”
“I just wanted to let you know that this place is open to you anytime you need somewhere quiet..."
"yes...”
He began to barely speaking above a whisper.
“and perhaps someone to talk to…”
He fiddled with his tie, pensive. Clearly he did have something more on his mind and he wasn't fooling anyone (especially her).
“Well, the gesture is very much appreciated.”
The awkward silence settled in. He'd occasionally steal a glance from her as she continued to look out the windows.
“You can say it.”
“Wh- I- uhm- p-pardon??”
Surely, she had found him out now. He began to panic.
“Just say how much you love-”
“No no no! It's nothing like that- well it is- I- Yes I do!”
He stumbled over his own words, turning a deep red. He never gets this flustered.
“-working on more personal projects.”
The two stared at eachother awkwardly for a moment...
“You didn't let me finish. No need to fuss dear.”
She smiled at him, completely unaware of what he was so nervous about.
“Oh!! Yes! Yes...that's what you meant.”
“What did you think I meant? I was just saying you should consider allowing yourself to do what you persona-”
She noticed how uneasy he was and froze. Finally, she caught on.
“Oh…”
She looked into his eyes for some sort of confirmation. He struggled to look back.
“OH!”
“Kevan! Kevan do you…”
Narrator was never one to go dumbstruck, not even under pressure, but admitting his feelings to others was more difficult than he thought.
“Kevan…”
She gently held his hands in hers.
The room became still. It was them and them alone. Just like before...
Before everything.
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Uhhhh idk what else to add, THE END!
Let me know if I should continue this or keep writing in general! 👀💦