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𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐦 𝐃𝐚𝐭𝐞

Gilbert von Obsidian x f!Reader

My contribution for Fall Fluff Autumn Angst CCC hosted by @aquagirl1978 and @violettduchess ♡

Prompts: warming hands, treats, leaves, hot apple cider. :D

Warnings: fluff, not beta read, bad English, expect grammatical errors. ^^

WC: 1657 A/N: Please, let’s just pretend that cotton candy already exist in this time but only in some country

You can't stop smiling as you stare at your reflection. Today is the day you've been looking forward to.

It's been days since you and Gilbert agreed to go to the festival, which was postponed when you visited the orphanage. You will spend another day with him outside the palace walls.

When you hear a knock on the door, you exhale to calm your overly excited heart and smoothing your dress for the nth time.

"Come in." You turned around as the door swung open.

"Shall we go?" He smiled at you, and you returned his smile.

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As you step inside the carriage, you attempt to keep cool and hide your excitement.

"So, tell me about this Halloween festival." He said.

"Well, there will be games to play, and if you win, you may choose whatever prize you want, depending on your score. Prizes can be either items or food. There are also some other shops selling Halloween-related items."

The conversation went smoothly as you talked about Halloween and answered some of his questions while Gilbert happily listened to you.

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You finally arrived at the town. There are a lot of people visiting the shops.

"What was that?" Gilbert asked, pointing to that one little shop. It was almost completely surrounded by small clouds, and the people who bought these 'small clouds' were eating it.

"I've never seen those before, do you want to check it out?"

He nodded, and you both observed the people eating it with almost satisfied expressions on their faces.

"I'm curious what that is."

"Based on how long that line is, whatever they're selling must be really good." Gilbert said. "I don't want to waste time waiting in the line, stay here."

Before you could respond, he walked over to the shop and spoke with one of the vendors. He was far away, you had no idea what they were talking about and you couldn't see who he was speaking to.

Gilbert returned and grinned at you after only a few moments. "Come on, we will return here later."

"What did you talk about?"

"Ah, I told the owner to save some cotton candies for us later."

"Cotton candies? That's what they're called? Did you ask more about it?" You questioned as you both moved to the next booth.

"I didn't, but he said it was very sweet."

Looking back at that shop, the line appears to simply keep going and going. "Well, I really do hope they will save some for us later." You mumbled.

"Don't worry, they will." Gilbert assured you.

You looked up at him, and he simply snickered. "Please tell me you didn't scare the shop owner."

"Did I?" Then he gave you that familiar sinister chuckle.

Although he did not answer your question with a 'yes' or a 'no,' his chuckle did. You sigh, hoping it didn't traumatize the owner.

You walked side by side, but you were startled a little when his icy-cold hand held your hand. Not just that type of hold, but he even intertwined his fingers on yours.

"You might get lost."

"I should be the one to tell you that. I know this place better than you do."

"I'm referring to your height." Gilbert laughs as he continues. "I can't let a little bunny get lost in the crowd."

You frown and roll your eyes at him, but deep down you don't care what he just said. Acting annoyed at him to hide your giddy emotions.

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Gilbert will stop at every food stall to buy candy apples, pumpkin pies, apple breads, as well as other treats, but one shop that caught his interest, the bakery where you used to buy your pastries before arriving at the palace. Cookies with cute monster designs are the most popular treats for Halloween.

You took a seat after Gilbert ordered treats that could practically feed ten people.

That is not surprising. He loves food.

"It's almost a shame to eat this because it's so cute." He says, but then eats it anyway.

You bit back your laughter as you sip on your hot apple cider before taking a bite on the cookie.

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You got up from your seat after eating the sweets. He twined his fingers once more on yours as you two exited the shop and returned to explore the other booths.

When you see some books, both of you will browse the shelves, and whatever catches your eye, Gilbert will buy it, and he bought a lot of books, he instructed the store owners to have it delivered to the palace under your name instead of his.

He explained that it is better to have the deliveries made under your name since he does not like telling people his name and ruining the fun of the festival because he is the prince of Obsidian. Which makes sense.

You were both stopped when a cheerful voice called out to you.

A woman in her late forties approached you with a friendly smile. "Hello. We have a game that needs to be played by partners, and it will begin at 6 in the evening. Of course, there are prizes to be won." The woman then begins to explain more about the game.

Before you could even utter a word, Gilbert spoke. "We'll be there."

"Thanks! You look like a perfect pair for each other. I have a strong feeling you're going to win this game. Goodluck."

"Thank you."

A moment of silence before you finally found your words. "You didn’t even ask me if I would like to participate in that game."

"I know you would."

"There are many games, but you pick the one that is in the last place I'll visit. I don't wanna participate in it."

"Yeah, there are a lot of games, but that one seems interesting. Besides, she said we were a perfect pair for each other." He responds casually as you go back to the first shop you visited.

When the staff noticed you, despite the long queue, they prioritized you and brought you a pair of large cotton candies on a paper stick. Gilbert left the money and began to walk away again.

"This is very sweet." He said as he ate some more.

"And it melts quickly too." You added as you take your time eating it, savoring the sweetness.

"I’m tired, do you know any place that we can rest?" He asked you.

"Yes, it's not far from here."

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Different shades of dried leaves were scattered on the quiet road. There are benches but Gilbert wants to rest under the large tree.

"Would you rather stand there?"

"Of course not." You sat next to him, but Gilbert suddenly laid his head on your lap. "Hey!"

"What?"

"You can lie down on the bench if you want to."

"No. Ah, I'm tired." He said as he closed his eye. You sigh as you let him take a nap. It was tiring, but it was great to be with him. After a few minutes, your fingers lazily stroked his soft, smooth hair.

You leaned back against the tree. The nice weather makes you so drowsy, you attempted to fight the sleep but failed and drifted into dreamland.

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Gilbert's eye fluttered open when he felt you stop stroking his hair, only to see you sleeping peacefully. He moved carefully and sat next to you.

He remembered when you asked him to accompany you to the festival the other day. He was overjoyed since it was the first time in his life that someone had actually asked him, but he kept his cool. His hand on your cheek as he adored you, before kissing your forehead and he spoke.

"Sweet dreams, my little rabbit."

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A strong gust of wind blows on your face, making you shiver. You snuggle on your pillow, and the pillow snuggles back.

At first, you thought it to be a dream, but then the 'pillow' starts to embrace you tightly. You initially allow your senses to register that you are not embracing a pillow but rather a body. You immediately woke up and allowed your brain to fully comprehend everything.

Gilbert had you seated on his lap, his arm over your waist, your head resting on his chest, and his other hand holding a small book. He was still wearing his jacket, but the cape was draped in over you.

"Did I wake you up?"

Everything had finally been registered in your mind. You moved quickly and stood up, but he only laughed at you. Again.

"W-what? Why are you laughing?"

"Ah, I never thought you were a pillow hugger." He smiled.

"I'm sorry about that."

"Why? You did nothing wrong." Gilbert said as he rose up and put the small book in his pocket.

"Where did that book come from?"

"From my pocket."

"Ugh, seriously."

"Ahaha. This was from one of the shops we visited. I didn't have it delivered because I want to read it when I'm resting."

You didn't question him more, and that's when you saw something in his hair. "Stay still." You spoke as you reached out and removed a small leaf from his hair.

"Hey Gil, could you bend down a bit further? There's a little more." He was surprised, but did as you requested, allowing you to remove the leaves. "It's all gone. Do I have any leaves in my hair?"

"No, there isn't. I removed it while you were sleeping."

"Oh, uh, thanks?"

"You're welcome." His fingers entwined once more with yours. "What is it?" He asked when he noticed your confusion.

"You're warm."

"Ah, that. It's because of you. I've been holding you in my arms while you were sleeping."

"... You should have woken me up."

"I don't want to."

He then bit your fingertips before you left the place and : the haunted mansion; to play the game he was looking forward to.

Tagging: @atelieredux @thewitchofbooks ♡