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cold hands, warm laughs
. . âĄ ïœ„ïŸphantombur x reader
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notes: secret santa exchange time for greyâs event! for @weewooihavefoundyou! hope this is okay, iâm a bit outta practice and itâs my first shot at phantombur! i used the general prompt of making them blush.
âi enjoy the weather this time of year,â wilbur said. âi donât get as tired as i normally do.â
âright, well, while you have a merry time out here, iâm freezing to death,â you shivered. âcan we please go, bur? timeâs gotta be up by now.â
wilbur tskâd, correcting you. âfive minutes.â
if you had the energy, you would have kept annoying him about the time, but considering you were sure there was snow piling up in your boots, you couldnât be bothered. you watched as wilbur walked aimlessly around, kicking at small hills of snow. despite his few layers (he wore the same thing as always, just pants, shoes and that dumb yellow sweater and purple half-cape of his), he didnât even shiver. come to think of it, when he breathed out, you couldnât even see it in the air. the only reaction he had to it was the occasional twitch of his wings.
before you could feed your curiosity, he kicked a small pile of snow, revealing a small, damaged flower. a rare one at that, and the exact one that was the center of your bet with the deceased menace.
the sight of it made you groan, any earlier feelings and thoughts gone, knowing it meant youâd owe him days of work. wilbur, on the other hand, smiled.
âthis is a scam, obviously you knew where to find them.â you watched him pick it up, twirling it gently between his index and thumb, careful not to completely destroy it.
he shrugged. âshouldâve thought of all the possibilities before you agreed.â
before you could argue with him, he faded out, mumbling a âcome along thenâ, leaving footprints in the snow as he retreated to his home. begrudgingly, you followed, lagging behind a little, though he didnât seem to mind. if anything, he seemed to enjoy the quiet, soon reappearing and humming a tune.
it took a while to get back, greeting a few of the other residents walking around before reaching his place. he went inside first, shutting the door in your face, yelling: âyou have to knock, the sign says so!â
menace.
after you very politely knocked on his door, he opened up with a grin and let you in, shuffling to his mini-brewing station to order things as he let you get settled. truth be told, being inside wasnât much different than being outside.
âhave you considered investing in windows that donât have giant holes in them?â you asked, rubbing your hands up and down your arm, a futile attempt to warm up.
âi donât mind,â he answered.
âi do.â
wilbur hummed in thought, placing the rarity youâd found in a special casing to preserve it. once he hid it away in that cluttered drawer of his, he turned back to you. âyouâll be working in the basement, anyways,â as if the basement wasnât just as cold, it was built on top of caves for fuckâs sake. âbut if you ever do get a little too cold, feel free to buy a potion from me!â he gestured to his small shelf of potions, (only a small portion of what he actually had stored away, you were sure). âor thereâs blankets somewhere in that closet.â
âyouâre the most annoying person iâve ever met.â despite your urge to ignore him, you followed his words and pulled out a few blankets to wrap around yourself and sat down. the floor was even colder.
he snorted, turning away from you, going back to sorting through his junk. âand youâre the most whiny person iâve ever met.â
âsays the guy who canât even feel cold.â
âiâ what?â he looked down at you and started laughing, wings perking up and hands covering his face. âhow is that at all related to me calling you whiny?â
his reaction stunned you, leaving you scrambling for an answer. âi donât know!â your response only made him laugh harder. seeing him laugh for the first time, and so hard, was jarring. âyou canât though, right? thatâs not funny at all!â
after a few minutes of going back-and-forth, (mostly you yelling at wilbur to stop laughing so much, which only made him laugh harder), he calmed down, joining you on the floor in front of you, legs crossed. he looked at you, making you awkwardly look anywhere but his eyes.
âhm,â he reached out, touching your cheeks. âyouâre warm nowâ is it because youâre embarrassed?â
screw being awkward. âno!â you met his eyes. âyouâre actually crazy, i canât believe i made a bet with you.â you grabbed his hands, pulling them away from your cheeks, holding them between your faces. âshit, iâm crazy.â
he smiled; he was quite enjoying seeing you so flustered. âyouâre so stupid.â
âfuck you.â it came out instinctually, a natural response to his words, though his tone was gentle as he spoke, lovingly, dare you say.
wilbur paid no mind to your words, shrugging it off. âyou sort of are, but thatâs okay, i⊠like.. it,â he put his hands down, pulling yours along with his. âwhereâd you even get the idea i canât feel from?â
âcold specifically!â you corrected him, earning an âahâ from him. âand you never seem cold or anything! youâre a cold-hearted dick sometimesââ he laughed. ââbut you donât⊠shiver or shake or anything, so i very smartly and logically came to the conclusion that you canât get cold.â you finished, looking at him for any sort of response, hoping it made sense. his face was blank, quietly humming as he took your words in.
after a moment, he giggled. âi was right, youâre so, incredibly, stupid.â
this time, you didnât curse him, instead you pulled your hands from his (which were still partly grabbing yours) and quickly placed one on each cheek, moving your hands all around and smushing his face.
(if he were still alive, youâd probably end up killing him with the way you were blocking his nose.)
at first he jumped back a little, the sudden movement scaring him, but once he understood what you were doing, he started laughing, almost as hard as earlier. it was your way of telling him he sucked, and he knew that, and he couldnât be more delighted at your antics.
âhuh,â you said, with disbelief in your voice. âyou are cold. can you feel that? do you feel cold?â
he shrugged, still evading giving you a proper answer. âyouâre so silly,â his words came out muffled, eliciting a laugh from you. âtold you so.â
you let his face go, resting your hands back in your lap, smiling. âyou know, you were a little warm thoughâ i do that?â you teased. âdid silly little me making the wilbur embarrassed?â
wilbur brought a hand to his cheek, tapping it with his index finger as though he was deep in thought. after a comically long amount of time sitting there, he stopped, giving you a cheeky smile.
ânah, just got warmed up from the house, i guess.â
âyou actually suck,â you argued. âi can totally tell youâre blushing!â
âyouâre so silly, iâm not.â
âyou are! definitely!â
âsilly weirdo.â
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