#lappland x reader

[yzxsn]

visits from texas and lappland.

pov: you dont feel like moving or getting up from bed, having a wreck of a time.

texas

she's gotten some paperwork done, likely. or she's here in part of her role at penguin logistics, and needs to communicate something to you.

texas is patient, and waits after the silence from knocking on your door. when you don't answer, she knocks again, and announces upon the third knock that she's coming in before the door opens on her command.

and she sees you in the corner of the room, rolled up in blankets, tucked away at the side of your bed.

"doctor," she greets you. texas is curt and respectful as she approaches you. "i have some news for you..."

but when you don't stir at her announcement, she leans in to check on your condition. not sleeping, are you?

you definitely are awake, she concludes. and you look worse for wear.

"doctor, are you feeling okay? ... do you need me to stay here? do you need company?"

texas is more of a do-er than a show-er. she takes your silence as a yes if you hadn't said anything, and leaves instead, contrarian to what you expected her to do.

she comes back to the room after a short while with gifts.

the first is some pocky. because either you need to eat (despite the sugary snack or your lack of appetite) and she needs to sustain herself while she's cooped up with you.

the second is some yogurt milk. you think she claims it to have some beneficial properties that accomodate her frequent chowing of snacks, but can't remember the details.

the third is a small speaker and a cd.

she sets them down by a table opposite your bed before crawling in beside you. her tail almost swallows your pillow whole.

texas takes your head and sets it upon the coarse fur. it's softer than the pillow you had.

without speaking to each other, she starts to eat some of her pocky sticks and shares some with you. she'll continue to share them with you if you feel like eating, but when you don't, she'll start reminiscing about recent events to you instead.

"so a while ago, sora invited me to another concert rehearsal..."

she knows it may be difficult to talk about the trouble you'd been facing as of late, and respects your decision to speak up about it as you wish.

if you do want to share, texas is willing to lend you an ear without hesitation.

"things will be alright, doctor. when they catch up to us in the end, we'll be ready for it. we can make sure of that."

lappland

there's no rhyme or reason for lappland to want or need to show up at your doorstep. frankly, as the loose cannon she is, kaltsit has decided so long as she doesn't go about harming anyone, lappland could do what she wanted (within regular operator limitations)

two knocks without a response and a short wait later, lappland decides she's a little offended. a curt "i'm coming in" that sounds like a bark of annoyance and the door opens for her.

the room seems dark, dreary and empty at first glance, until she spots you shied away in a corner.

"oi, what's this about doctor? you under the weather or something?"

lappland gets closer to you, squinting, before determining that you do, in fact, look like shit.

a lazy smile forms on her face as she collapses onto your bed -- wild in execution, delicate and precise on impact. she sits next to you and gets in real close.

"aww, doctor. you need me to babysit you for a moment?"

and she raises your head, dropping you onto her lap to be fussed over for a moment. so long as you don't mind her originum crystals near the base of her thighs, she would watch you intently, her fingers stroking down your hair and face, outlining your features in close intimacy.

when she gets into it, her palms do the work instead. and lappland giggles while she pampers you, going on about the trivial thing she'd decided to barge in for.

"i really didn't expect you to look this sad when you're down. man, you look pathetic. kind of wish i could get texas this upset sometimes. anyway, i was here because..."

she's perfect for idle chitchat. enough to forcibly distract you from what was on your mind, between the gentle yet obscene petting, her shrill voice and egotistical self-centeredness, but also her conversation topic. lappland goes on, as though she doesn't mind talking to a wall.

eventually, she would scoop you up instead for her to hug from behind, if she thinks you don't feel too comfortable. lappland would angle her chin on your shoulder then. her tail wrapped around you feels silky but coarse, and she doesn't mind one bit if you play with her fluff.

if you want to talk to her about your worries, she wouldn't mind listening, even if it means nothing to her in the slightest. her arms wrapped around your own shift to rub your skin slightly, as though to comfort you.

"damn, doctor. you worry a lot about the slightest little things, huh? make sure not to bother yourself too much over it, though. it's alright -- i'm right here to shoulder your burden too."

[antaresarisen]

...do you have a source for that lapptex period sex doujin?

I can't find it anymore, weirdly enough. Could've sworn i had it bookmarked.

[snowpeawritings]

I would like to request prompt number 27 with Lappland and a Male S/O. Thank you very much.

27. “Did you eat all of my holiday chocolate?”

62. Unexpectedly spending the holidays together

Reader is male

CW (CONTENT WARNING): Swearing

❄ Snowpea speaks: Anon specified to combine these two requests! Also sorry for an OOC lappland! I’ve used the gamepress data for lappland

“... Well, ain’t this a fucking party.”

You fought the itch on your hand when it reached for the hidden holster inside of your coat. You’re not a soldier, you reminded yourself. You’re the one who’s supposed to save everyone; the one that could solve Oripathy.

But if someone were to fall so deep into madness, can your prowess live up to its title?

Operator Lappland is a hazardous mystery to everyone in Rhodes Island. Any other Lupo Operator confirms that Lappland is considered a danger to the Lupus community and it wasn’t just the Oripathy. She was unstable, almost like a violent hurricane that was ready to decimate friend and foe alike. If anything, you only had you yourself to blame for not bringing Texas with you even if it's against her vehement denials.

In the back of your mind, you still think Lappland is a valuable Operator, despite all odds.

... You just wish that a Christmas Miracle would happen and Texas suddenly lands in the living room like a ghost.

Honestly, out of all days to be stuck with a potential serial killer, why on Christmas where a large mug of hot cocoa made by Kal'stit was waiting for you in your office? Of all places to be stuck inside of a cabin during a heavy snowstorm, why be stuck with Lappland? You'd rather take Midnight of all people instead of her!

"Hey, Doctor. You got any Pocky?"

You snapped out of your reverie and looked at Lappland. She situated herself on an old couch, propping her feet against a wooden table that seemed to collapse at any moment. You seethed in a sigh before settling down on a chair that was just as decaying as the couch she was sitting on. You were so glad the coat was thick enough so you won't feel how dirty it was.

"I'm a Doctor, not a snack dispenser." You said curtly. "If you wanted snacks, you should've brought them yourself."

She shrugged, setting her swords down haphazardly as you cringed at the sound of metal clanging against each other. "I did bring some! They were just so good that I ate them all in one go!"

You raised a brow. Smuggling contraband in Rhodes Island was bad but not uncommon, as Gummy and Ceobe were huge candidates in being exceptions. Even when you don't want to talk to her, you'd rather not suffer in silence as she stares at you with those piercing eyes.

"Oh? And what were they?"

"They were like these little chocolate bombs wrapped in foil that when you bite into them, a lot of shit explodes! I tried to guess them all but it ended up being useless!"

... Chocolate bombs?

With a gasp, you stood up and pointed at Lappland. "Did you just eat all of my holiday chocolate?!"

She blinked, her smile disappearing. "Oh, they were yours?"

You groaned, throwing your head back against the chair. "Yes, they were mine! I had Kal'stit made them when we were supposed to go back! How did you even pilfer them?"

She shrugged. "Found 'em lying around in your office."

"And you just took it?"

"I mean, they looked good."

You opened your mouth to speak before sighing out sharply. You lifted your head from the backrest, only to slump forward with your elbows on your knees. "... Yeah. They were pretty good."

A momentary silence soon followed. The sound of snow pelting against the windows was the only sound that disturbed the silence.

"... Hey, Doctor."

You lifted your head, seeing Lappland's passive face. "What?"

"How does Rhodes Island celebrate the holidays?"

You sat up straighter. Lappland only joined recently when she heard you had Texas. "... To be honest, I kinda lied about saying that Kal'stit's chocolate bombs were good."

You rubbed your hands together, the calluses of trying to save patients and wielding weapons scratch against the inside of your gloves. "Ever since waking up, I couldn't remember doing anything before my amnesia. The tactics come naturally, but..."

You clasped your hands tighter. "Anything else is all a blur. I could only do guesswork whenever Amiya or Kal'stit mentions something."

Silence followed again until you heard creaking on the floor. You see her boots thumping against the wooden floor as she huffed.

"Guess that makes two of us." She shrugged. "It ain't much of a party without some beer and snacks but it's better than not talking."

She then copied your pose from before, settling her elbows on her knees as she smirked a toothy grin at you. "Why don't we start with how awesome Texas is?!"

You may never fully understand Lappland, but that was okay. She provided you with a new memory that you'll never forget.