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For Wraith x reader. If you'd like pre entity maybe first dates and if you'd prefer after entity perhaps domestic life. I thought either way, something sweet uwu

Sooo...I may have misread the ask...I have to admit I read things the other way around lol. What I have provided is a fic of Pre-Entity Philip living a domestic life with his partner, just a sweet moment. I'll make sure to write some more Philip with the actual prompt ^^ I hope this is good enough!

Warmth

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Before you’re able to pry your eyes open, your body registers a warmth.

A comforting warmth that bathes the entirety of your bare back and the exposed parts of your arms. Below your torso is a heat, equally as soothing but…still a bit much.

You finally open those tired eyes of yours, stuck in a moment of bliss as a cloud of both wakefulness and dream fogs your mind. You scrunch up your nose at the bright sunlight that hits your groggy features after you turn your face to the open curtains. The Virginia sun sure was intense today, but even then, you feel a solace that prompts a smile to form on your lips.

Despite the humidity that you could now feel throughout the bedroom, you remained under the sheets that caused your bottom half to heat up.You thought about giving yourself just five more minutes. Or perhaps ten. If not twenty.

Well, those were your thoughts until the moment a scent filled your nostrils. Even the scent managed to feel…warm, but you knew it was the stove it came from that made it seem that way.

A groan sounded deep within your throat as you turned your head to bury your face into your pillow. Clearly, sleep would be no more, for your heart and mind had other ideas. After such a scent hit you, you knew where you had to be.

And so, you gingerly uncovered yourself and moved your blanket to the side, allowing the open window’s fresh air to hit your skin. You couldn’t help but give a deep, long sigh, stretching your arms out after sitting on the edge of the bed.

Your feet found your worn out slippers: once money wasn’t so tight, you’d make sure to buy a new pair for you, and for him.

Yes, him, the very man who’s actions unintentionally managed to pull you out and away from sweet slumber. The very man who you now watched in the kitchen after having dressed yourself a bit more. The very man who always woke up early to cook you something while you continued to sleep after an enjoyable evening.

A soft smile came upon your features as your eyes followed his every move, hearing as quiet music played in the room. Your eyes watched his tall form stand before the hot stove, beads of sweat apparent on the back of his neck. Even in this heat, he felt the need to stand over the stove’s scorching fire and prepare a meal. With what he told you about his history with fire, there was no doubt you could consider yourself lucky.

“Good morning Philip.” you called out to him not wanting to startle the male who turned to you in an instant. Usually, he’d catch onto you watching him, but he may have been too entranced on breakfast this once.

“Good morning,” he replied, evidently much more awake than you were. “I did not want to wake you.”

“Thanks, but whatever you’re making didn’t guarantee that.”

Philip could only smile in response, quickly averting his gaze and turning his body to look back at the stove. An excuse to shy away from the slight flattery,

“What are you even making?” you playfully made your way over to Philip, poking your head from behind him to look at his pan. This was when you took notice of the bowl and plate set on the counter beside the stove. Ah, that’s what it was.

“Pancakes.” Philip’s accent sounded, making you smile once more before you pressed your face against his back. “I thought you would like.”

“Well, you were right.” you mumbled as you brought your arms up, snaking them around his body to wrap yourself around his thin waist. “They already smell so delicious.”

“Good.” he replied, his body overcome with a fluttering feeling at your touch. It was impossible for him to hide his smile as he resumed his cooking, turning his head enough to see you poke your head out again. In that moment, he ever so skillfully flipped the flapjack he currently worked on.

“Impressive.”

Philip beamed with pride at the comment: boy did he love looking cool in front of you.

You returned your face to his back, this time pressing an ear against him as your other listened to the music that played. Slowly shutting your eyes, you squeezed Philip’s waist just a bit tighter before humming along to the tune.You even began swaying your body, making Phiilp’s move with yours.

This immediately prompted him to finish the pancake on his pan, and the stove was turned off right then and there. Thankfully, this made the heat lessen.

You felt him shift in your hold, so you released him for just a se4cond. A second he took to turn in place, now facing you completely so that he could wrap his arms around you. And as you both swayed to the music, he leaned his head down to meet with your forehead.

“I love this song.” you whispered.

“And I love you.” Philip breathed out, shutting his eyes with a flustered scrunch of his nose. Even after all this time of you dating him, his own bold actions still brought out the shy Philip Ojomo you had first met.

You once again buried yourself into him, this time into his chest that proved to be hot to the touch. In turn, Philip hugged you closely before hiding his face in your neck. Neither of you enjoyed the heat, but this embrace was something not even that could ruin.

“Are you working late today?” “Mmhm.”

“Have you made lunch?”

Philip shook his head against you, eliciting a pull away from you so that you could look him in the eye.

“Don’t tell me you’re gonna get something from work.” you raised an eyebrow, receiving a sheepish smile from the man. “Philip, that food is disgusting.”

“The salad is okay.”

“Yeah, but it’s not fresh. Let alone refrigerated properly.” you gave a slight huff, soon pressing your forehead against his chest. “You know, if you would already ask me to move in with you I wouldn’t have to worry about you eating enough.”

And although the humidity remained, Philip’s body froze at your words. Perhaps that may have been a little too forward. It already took a while for Philip to open up to you, let alone be invited to his place. And spend the night. Yes, there was also the somewhat naive part of him, but…oof.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn't have-”

“You’re right.”

Now it was your turn to be taken aback.

You lifted your gaze up to his face, both pairs of eyes meeting each other.

“And…you make tasty lunch.” Philip continued as he looked down at you, eventually turning his eyes away. “It…it would be easier to hold you…and you would not have to leave anymore.”

“Yeah…”

Feeling bashful yourself, you took a moment to look away from Philip. But knowing him, somebody had to break the silence.

“Would you-” “I should-”

Spoke at the same time, that wasn’t anything new. And neither were the grins you gave each other at that moment.

“Maybe…we should eat the pancakes before they get any colder.”

Philip nodded at the suggestion, both of you finally letting go of the other before you began to set up the plates.

“And…” you began, grabbing Philip’s attention as he brought over the rest of the items. “What do you want for lunch?”

“Anything is okay.”

“Alright.” you nodded, soon taking a seat at the table before Philip followed suit. “I’ll make sure to take a trip to your work later. Then I’ll…focus on dinner. That is if you want me to come over again.”

“No.”

“N-No?”

“I mean…I can make dinner,” the man cleared his throat.”I would love the company.”

“Well, I can just wait until you’re out, and we can make it together.”

“I like that.”

“Good.”

Philip spoke the word to himself; it was almost as if he was trying to teach himself how to speak again. But any word he spoke, it ached. Burned. Toasted his throat that felt inflamed with every breath.

“Good.” he repeated, wincing at the strain in his throat. He shut his eyes, almost in an attempt to soothe himself.

Philip inhaled before a raspy breath sounded, and when he exhaled, a similar sound is what escaped him. All he could do was growl, opening his eyes as he scanned his surroundings.

He had been standing in the dump that was Azarov’s scrap yard, specifically the main office where…everything took place. What he had been doing there in the first place, his mind had already erased that. That happened a lot here unfortunately.

He wasn’t sure how he brought himself to this specific room, perhaps he had just been…wandering around. There wasn’t much else he could do in this dilapidated land. Nothing but…study everything in detail, if one’s boredom really took its toll.

Philip’s eyes inspected the wall he had been standing in front of,now fixated on the exact item that had sent him into a daze. Before him was a cube shaped locker, its door labeled with a sticker that read P. Ojomo. But inside the locker was a miniature hook, and hanging on said hook was a ring of keys.

Anybody who came across it would pay no mind to it, and Philip was grateful for that.

His towering figure reached out to the ring, taking it out and lifting it up to his face to properly examine it. He remembered.

His car key.

The shop’s key.

The gas station’s kay.

His house key.

And…an extra one. A repeat. An identical one to his house key. Shining and brand new, unlike all the others that were practically rusting and damaged.

Philip could only blink at the key, eventually shutting his eyes at the memory of his old home. He couldn’t bring himself to pry his exhausted eyes open, not wanting to awaken in the coldness of this new world he inhabited.

#dbd #dbd x reader #dbd wraith #dbd philip ojomo #wraith x reader #philip ojomo x reader #pre entity wraith #trying to get back into writing #literally wrote this as i played wraith matches haha #please enjoy #feel free to send requests

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