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phonydiaries · 7 months

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In the Heat of Battle - P x Reader

Requested by @amethyst-huntress

Notes: The premise of this fic was requested by Amethyst-Huntress and I started absolutely foaming at the mouth at the idea, so huge thank-you’s are in order for that nugget of inspiration. Unfortunately, same as last time, I have still barely progressed through the game thanks to my lack of patience and skill, so please forgive that both of my fics take place extremely early in playthrough. Other than that, thank you all for reading and I hope you enjoy!

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Where is that damn puppet? You think to yourself, teeth gritted at the deadly inconvenience standing in front of you.

In the dark and the rain and the constant buzzing noise of Krat, you admit it's easy to get turned around. Even traveling with a companion -in your case, with Gepetto’s puppet- it’s easy to lose track of which gloomy alleys you’d already traversed. Even standing back to back, nudging each other with your elbows, even checking in every so often,“You still with me?” It was easy to get lost. But now, standing face to face with a candelabra wielding automaton and a rabid mechanical dog, you’re not feeling very generous towards your puppet companion. He’s probably searching for you in a frenzy at this very moment.

Ha.

Fat load of good it does you.

The automaton winds up and its eyes flash red across your face. Target locked. The candelabra comes crashing towards your head, but it's met instantly with the clanging cold steel of your sword. The automaton stumbles backwards. Its head cocks unnaturally to the side and you hear something whir, as if in frustration, beneath its face. It winds up again to strike you, but you’re quick and clever; you land a blow in the dead center of the loathsome thing's torso. A sick crunch of metal echoes as you draw the sword out of the brand new gaping cavity in its chest. The automaton sinks to its knees. You look down your nose at it, satisfied at your own skill. The enemy looks to be shutting down, but in a quick, almost desperate motion, its hand shoots towards your foot, grasping wildly. It's cold fingers close around your ankle, but you quickly stamp it out with your free foot. The automaton lets out a weak mechanical wheeze as its hand is crushed beneath your boot. For good measure, you take the hilt of your sword in both hands and slam the base through the miserable things forehead. It crackles, then collapses finally on the ground. You smile darkly at its now lifeless shell. Perhaps a little early.

A sharp bark cuts through the air and your head snaps to attention. Shit. You forgot about the damn dog. Before you have the chance to raise your sword again, the dog lunges at you. Razor sharp teeth clang dissonantly together and the sound ripples against the glistening walls of the alley. In an instant, you’re knocked to the wet, muddy ground; the iron paws of the mutt are already upon your chest. The mongrel snarls mere centimeters from your face, black oily fluid spilling from its mouth as if salivating. You groan and struggle beneath its weight but regain your grip on your sword just in time to catch its rabid jaw. The dog bites down on your blade, thrashing its head to either side. You strain against its unnatural strength, attempting to pull your weapon free. In one fell swoop you’ll rip it free and decapitate this fucking thing. Your fingers curl tighter around your hilt, you ready a strike, suck in one sharp breath and then-

You freeze.

A second blade appears, glinting in the gaslight, right between your eyes. Thick black fluid goes splattering across your face. The mutt goes limp, its full weight crushing your lower torso. A gasp is pushed from your lungs and you roll to the side, quickly shoving the robotic corpse away from your body. You kneel, palms pushing into the slick ground. Your heart is thundering beneath your shirt as you swallow frigid air hard and fast. When you finally catch a breath, you turn your head towards the owner of the blade; Pinocchio, your companion. He wipes the rapier against his trousers, cleaning the sludge from its razor sharp surface. You huff, blowing matted wet bangs out of your face.

“I had that under control.” You say sharply. P cocks an eyebrow at you, unconvinced. You feel your face burn in annoyance. “I did!” You insist, “Had you given me just one more minute I would’ve been fine. And probably less covered in this.” You jab your weapon in his direction, flecking dark oil across his shirt. He shoots you a slightly apologetic smile.

He knows you can handle yourself, he does. He just worries. You can’t blame him; you do the same thing. You’ve gotten quite close on these arduous journeys, saving each other's skins more times than either of you can count. As you wipe the sludge from your face, P extends his hand to you and begrudgingly you take it. Swiftly, he helps you to your feet. His eyes flicker up and down your face, narrowing on your cheek. He licks the thumb of his legion hand and streaks it across your cheek, lifting the remnants of black. You scrunch your nose up at him.

“Eugh- enough-” You whine, swatting the hand away. “Where did you run off to anyways?”

Pinocchio’s legion arm gestures behind his head. You squint through the darkness at the distant yellow lights of Hotel Krat up ahead. You grimace. It’s further still than you thought. “I don’t suppose you found some kind of underground shortcut?” P shakes his head apologetically. You both sigh, knowing you’ve got plenty of dangers yet to face before you’re given any time to rest. These days spent traveling have taken their toll on your bodies, but you’re at least grateful to have a friend in the gloom of Cerasani Alley. Your sword slides neatly into your belt as you walk ahead of Pinocchio. “Back to it then.”

As the two of you push forward, you notice a concerted effort on your companions' part to stick close to your side. At any strange noise or eerie shadow, P reaches for your hand. You squeeze back in reassurance that all is well. A bit unnecessary? Sure. But you don’t fight it. It’s much preferred to losing the poor boy again.

Drawing closer to your destination with only a few minor scuffles to slow you down, you reach a dilapidated fairgrounds. Sickly yellow light bulbs buzz overhead and cast an ominous glow across the entire scene. A ghostly music box melody plinks and permeates the air. You look to P quizzically.

“You’re sure this is the right way?”

P takes in his surroundings and gives you a curt nod. You grimace in reply. This decrepit place gives you the creeps.

Together you silently weave through wooden cutouts of circus performers, checking carefully for hidden enemies. It's suspiciously quiet, save for the phantasmal carnival music that grows louder as you approach an iron gate. Another barrier. Excellent.

“P?” You step aside and gesture to the locked gate. Pinocchio smiles slyly at you, boyishly pleased that there’s still a few things you can’t do without him. You want to roll your eyes, but you watch reluctantly impressed, as deep violet energy crackles around his fist. In one swift swing, he punches through the gate and leaves a smoking crater where the lock once sat. He shoots you a sharp smile, satisfied with himself.

And then you feel something. A great mechanical thud rippling beneath your feet. Your heads snap in unison towards the source and your eyes go wide at the sight of the staggering monster in front of you. At least 3 times your size looms the Parade Master, constructed of decaying parts and craquelured paint. Its massive fist alone is as wide as your body, and sways heavily at its side.

You unsheathe your blade, and its weight sinks your shoulders. It's not ideal for speed you admit, but the vindication after landing those obliterating killing blows to your enemies is unbeatable. Keeping your eyes locked on target, you whistle to catch Pinocchio’s attention. You started doing this early on. Whistles were a good line of nonverbal communication when you couldn’t afford a glance in each other's direction.

“Flank him?” You suggest. Pinocchio whistles quick and sharp in agreement. Your fingers tighten around the great sword and your chest thrums with anticipation. You jut your chin in the direction of your common enemy. “After you.”

Without looking, you know his brows are furrowed together in deep focus. You can perfectly visualize the way he lures the puppet away, his steps meticulously timed and graceful. As you wind your way behind the thing, you hear the clang of P’s rapier against tarnished metal. Your enemy rears its arm back, and you follow suit striking its vulnerable back with a satisfying SHUK! You yank the blade out of its now damaged shell and catch the briefest glance at your companion and oh. Oh. The way he looks at you.

With fascination?

Admiration?

It’s something greater, deeper than that. Your heart skips. But you shake yourself out of distraction, startled at the sound of your own voice calling out. Your lips move before your mind has time to catch up.

“MOVE!”

Exactly as you shout it, P dodges a strike from the Parade Master. The brute’s fist lands in the brick pavement, blowing a hole through it instantaneously. You gulp at the thought of your companion lying there instead, crushed. Your skin goes cold.

No. Never.

Knowing neither of you can afford another lapse in attention, you suck in one long loud whistle between your teeth. The Parade Master whips itself around to face you. Two huge lamp-like eyes glow sickly in your direction. This was intentional. You can distract for now and give your ally a moment to catch his breath. You ready both hands on your weapon and take a step back. The monster lurches forward, its steps accompanied by a horrid clanking sound.

“Get over here you fucking rust bucket…” You mutter grimly under your breath as the space between you and the looming threat of death shrinks. You breathe deeply and steel yourself, heels digging into stone. You watch carefully as the puppet rushes towards you, arms swinging wildly. Just when the behemoth is about to crush you beneath its huge frame, you duck between its legs and emerge from behind. There’s just enough time to land a solid blow. P’s rapier crosses with your greatsword, both your weapons plunging into the deteriorated creatures back.

“This one’s mine, P.” You snap, pulling your blade from its fresh wound.

“Mine.” P parrots with a smirk, retrieving his rapier as well. Being a man of so few words, you can't help feeling amused even given the circumstances. This is good. The beast is growing weaker. If you can both keep level heads this will all be over soon, you think to yourself.

At least until your enemy decapitates itself.

Your jaw drops as the Parade Master rips its own head from its massive shoulders. It wields its shiny new weapon like an enormous mace and swings it your way. It makes contact with the ground, and the impact alone is enough to shake your balance. You dive to the side, narrowly avoiding collision with the wall. You struggle to recalibrate, to size up the situation while keeping yourself out of the range of attack. You hear P whistle pointedly across the arena, waiting on your instruction. Your mind races for a plan and comes up blank.

“Hold on!” You shout, “Just- Just hold on, I’ll think of something.” You’ll have to if you want to leave this place in one piece. There’s nowhere to run. Nowhere to hide. All you can think to do is attack. And you do; your blade leaves white hot gash marks on the enemy, but it hardly seems to be enough against such a terrible and towering foe. You’ve angered it now, and it’s in a total frenzy. The Parade Master swings its massive head in your direction again and you raise your sword to block it. Half a second too late.

As your weapons collide, the impact sends you to the ground. You gasp at the sharp pain that shoots through your skull. There’s a ringing in your ears and a soft dark edge to your vision. You struggle against unconsciousness and fight to keep yourself upright. Things are moving slow; trails of light obscure the events unfolding in front of you.

You comprehend something catching the Parade Masters' attention, you watch the goliath wind up, you hear something cry out, and then hear nothing at all. A sick feeling churns in the pit of your stomach and bile rises in your throat. Something’s wrong. You search the scene frantically for your ally. Your line of sight flickers from the Parade Masters head to the ground slick with rain. Your throat tightens. With his face turned to the ground, his eyes fighting to stay open, lies Pinocchio. His rapier skitters across the stone, coming to a sudden halt beneath the foot of the Parade Master.

Something flashes through you, anger, grief, adrenaline; whatever it is, it propels you forward. Your weapon is suddenly weightless as you skid between the monstrous puppet and your companion. The head of the Parade Master collides with your sword and the sound echoes through the arena with an arresting ring. You breathe hard in disbelief of your own courage. Your teeth are bared and your furrowed brow is sticky with sweat.

“Don’t. Touch him.” You command, and you swear even your mindless enemy hears it. A deep guttural sound is forced from the very bottom of your lungs as you thrust your weapon through the center of the automaton's body. It doesn’t die, but you hear something inside it break, and the creature slows significantly as if becoming too heavy for its own armature.

You risk a glance over your shoulder. P looks like absolute hell, covered in grime, barely staggering to his feet. Your chest tightens at his condition, but he’s alive.

Alive. It’s enough.

The enemy screams in frustration, rippling orange flames and black smoke billow from the place its head once sat. You stare at the hilt of your great sword, still lodged in its heart.

“P, your sword-” You start, but your ally is already on it, your strategic minds miraculously attuned. He sends the rapier sailing -now free of the parade masters foot- towards your open hand. It whips past your head and slides perfectly into your grasp. With what's left of the enemy in your sights, you take a running start.

Time seems to slow; the taste of victory teases you. Your head is about to collide with the hulking hunk of metal just as you raise your boot and dig its heel into the hilt of your great sword. Its placement serves as a stepping stone, and you scale the furious beast. You clamber up its torso towards its shoulders and feel heat radiating from the inside. It burns your hands, which grip the edge of the cavernous socket of its missing head. The monster thrashes beneath you like a wild bull, desperate to throw you off. You tighten your grip, the white hot metal searing your palm. You force yourself to ignore the pain as you raise the rapier and plunge one final devastating blow into the blazing cavity. You feel the rapier obliterate whatever mechanism kept the Parade Master alive, and it crumbles finally beneath you.

Atop the shoulders of your freshly slaughtered enemy, you fall forward with a deafening CRASH. Your body tumbles to the ground. Your grip on the rapier goes slack. Exhaustion ripples through you, and you surrender to its sweet embrace.

You hadn’t even realized you’d lost consciousness until your eyes flutter open, met by the stunning blue gaze of your companion mere inches from your face. For a moment you forget yourself, the urge to sink into his arms is so tempting. But your pride wins out and you scramble into an upright position, barely awake. Pinocchio lets out a sigh of relief and you see his shoulders relax. Had he been just as terrified as you were at the prospect of losing him? Did that same dread sit in the pit of his stomach?

Your head swims with what-ifs, but you have no energy to find their answers. With strength that you’re shocked to still possess, you throw your arms around the puppet. Your fingers clutch the wet fabric of his shirt as if he might disappear the moment you let go. His body tenses at first, then melts under your touch. You feel his head settle between your neck and shoulder, solid and secure. Silently breathing in the smell of him feels like waves of relief crashing over your head.

You wish the journey could end here in the peace and quiet of this embrace, but you feel him begin to pull away and your heart sinks. Face to face with you, his eyes search for signs of damage, for something to mend. His hands find yours and you hiss involuntarily. His eyebrows knit together in concern. You try not to grimace.

“It’s nothing.” you promise, “Burned my hand, that's all.”

P looks down at your hand and cradles it gently in his own. With painstaking care, he lifts it to his mouth and places a feather-light kiss in your palm, then on each of your scraped and bleeding knuckles. He looks up at you through those thick raven-wing lashes and you notice a trace of your blood left on his lips. The sight makes your head swim and it takes the entirety of your willpower not to catch his mouth with yours. Your posture stiffens as you try to regain your composure.

“Well it’s not far now, is it?” You ask, deflecting back to the mission at hand. “There will be plenty of time to patch each other up at the hotel. Right?” You offer, already stupidly aching for the return of Pinocchio’s delicate touch. He blinks a few times, as if he were struggling to focus himself. But he nods enthusiastically. You feel a smile creep across your lips.

As you leave the destroyed fairgrounds behind, you let your good hand slip into that of your companion. The two of you venture forth, certain to never lose track of the other again.

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If you read this and enjoy it please let me know! Seeing your positive comments and tags absolutely warms my heart and motivates me to keep writing. Thank you so much to those of you who took the time to leave me some kind words on my last fic <3

#this was so fucking fun to write #lies of p #pinocchio #pinocchio x reader #hurt/comfort #lop #lies of p pinocchio #lies of p fanfic #pinocchio x you #lies of p x reader #my writing

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jinwoosungs · 5 months

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the question.

lies of p.

(p)inocchio x fem.reader

anonymous asked: you know that part from casper 1995, where casper and cat are dancing then he leans in and whispers "can i keep you?"

Iike omg imagine pino saying that?? I feel like it fits him so perfectly, an innocent little line cuz while it isn't the typical i love you etc, it just works for him :')

it was during those rare moments that you allowed your mind to wander, staring outside the windows of hotel krat as you kept yourself busy with your sketchbook on hand.

rain fell across the city of krat, painting it in somber hues of grey as your eyes continued to sketch the city. despite the tragedy that befell of krat, you still found it to be beautiful, and sketching it gave you a wonderful reprieve from your main muse.

from the corner of your eyes, you watch as the tall puppet with deep chestnut hair stood beside antonia, the kind lady of this hotel who allowed you to stay here along with the other guests. you were truly struck upon seeing someone so achingly beautiful, and that was when your fascination for the puppet spiraled into something you couldn't quite control.

you trail your eyes back to the pages of your sketchbook, flipping it back to reveal some sketches you had drawn of pinocchio. ever since the moment you laid eyes on him, you were inexplicably drawn to him. despite being a mere puppet, perhaps master geppetto's greatest creation yet, he appeared to be so much like a real boy. with chestnut hair that fell across his face, to the freckles that ran across the expanse of his skin like constellations, you could not keep your heart from pounding for pinocchio.

you were embarrassed to admit this, but pinocchio was your true muse. you adored sketching and drawing on your free time and saw it as a good hobby to pass the time with during these trying times, but you weren't expecting your fascination for pinocchio to go this far. each time the puppet would return back from his exploration through the dangers of krat, you would longingly sneak glances at him all while immortalizing his side profile within the pages of your sketchbook.

when pinocchio would notice you watching him, he would always meet your gaze. but you, feeling mortified at the thought of pinocchio ever seeing the details of your sketchbook, would always run away from him, not wishing to interact with him because god only knows how much your heart can handle.

he was simply too gorgeous for you.

it was silly, you knew that it was, since he was just a puppet. not only have you had a handful of interactions with him, but it seemed strange that your heart would pound at the mere sight of pinocchio. almost like you were... in love with him.

"is that...me?"

you could feel your blood turning into ice when a voice called out to you. it was a gentle voice, one that never spoke too often, yet the sound of it was enough to make a familiar warmth dust against your cheeks.

the secret you have been desperately trying to hide has just been found out by the person you kept running away from.

so caught up in your reveries, you look up to see pinocchio himself staring down at you. his sapphire blue eyes were a stark contrast to the stormy grey hues of the room, and you found yourself getting lost in them. it takes you several seconds to realize that he was still staring down at you and your sketch of him, which makes you panic even further.

"s-sorry! i don't m-mean to come off as strange or anything! i-it's just, you're achingly beautiful, p-pino, so that's why, i really really like sketching you! b-but i get shy so shy around you, that's why i'm always running away from you..."

your ramblings were not helping, and you were well aware of that. yet, you found that you just could not shut up, becoming even more flustered the longer pinocchio stared at you.

"i-i really am s-so sorry- ah?!"

you were abruptly interrupted upon feeling pinocchio's cold hand encircle your wrist, feeling him pulling you up into his arms with his strength alone. as your sketchbook fell against the marble floors of the hotel, you found yourself within his arms. your nose brushes against the cold skin of his cheek, and you look to your left to see pinocchio gazing at you. his blue gaze was unwavering as he held you in his arms, leading your hands around his waist before swaying with you across the hotel room.

you had to be dreaming, because there was no way you were dancing with pinocchio, the strange yet beautiful puppet who had stolen your heart.

you couldn't bring yourself to look at him directly, becoming even more flustered as you cleared your throat to ask, "w-where did you learn this?"

pinocchio twitches slightly, still keeping his hold on you before admitting, "lady antonia told me i should do this if i wanted to get closer to you."

"o-oh..." was all you could manage to say.

your heart was pounding wildly against your chest, your parted lips open in a dreamy sigh as you followed pinocchio's lead. being so close to him, you could see the painstaking details of his features, and you had an almost irrational desire to trace your lips against those endearing freckles, never stopping until you touched each and every one of them.

with a whisper of his name, you press a gentle kiss against his cheek, seeing pinocchio's eyes widen for the briefest of moments before sliding your eyes shut. as pinocchio continues to dance with you across the room, you press your head against his chest, hearing the gentle ticking of his mechanical heart. you were so happy that he was real, that he existed and was here with you now, dancing with you while setting your heart aflame with emotion.

"can i keep you?"

the gentle voice was heard once more, and you found yourself opening your eyes to meet with pinocchio's. he stopped dancing, remaining still as he continued to hold you in his arms. a gentle smile paints his rosy lips, and you found yourself falling for him all over again.

he was so achingly adorable that you couldn't help but tease him a bit, leaning in closer as your lips were a mere centimeters away from his when you tell him, "you may keep me as long as i get to keep you."

a.n. - they're in love, your honor 🥹 this is unedited, but i hope you readers don't mind this achingly soft story.

all stories are written by rei; reposts, translations, and plagiarism are not allowed.

#lies of p x you #lies of p x reader #liesofp x reader #pinocchio x reader #pinocchio x you #p x reader #p x you #.stories

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ice-cream-writes-stuff · 5 months

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STRINGS

《Lies of P / Reader》

{When a traveler from another world becomes entangled with the world puppetry and lies..}

{"If I said your a beautiful girl.. Would it upset you?"}

I think these two will honestly go through a whole lot of ☆TRAMA☆ together.

P just trying to understand your words as you explain that Krat was not your home.

He just gives you such a sweet look as you sing the song, "Cheers" under your breath boredly.

Just P and a (Y/N) from another world gives so much for me to work with!

"P..?" You blink, eyeing your companion as he holds your hand. Having gone used to holding the porcelain hand as he looks ahead. His grip... It was VERY tight. "Uh-Ok ow.. OW Ow Ow-!?"

He forgets that you aren't like him...

He knows your more fragile than he is, yet he can't help but be... Comfortable in your presence. Your fun answers and determination ignited something within his "Heart".

It beats, it yearns for more.. More than to be human. Something that can be with you until-

P retracts his grip as you cradle your hand. Trying to shake it off as best you could, smiling at him with reassurance, even if it was a clear lie.

《I hope you enjoyed my Drabble! Thank you! Comments and reblogs, hearts are super appreciated! I was inspired by a Fionna-like Reader! I HONESTLY WANT MORE!》

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lexiene · 2 months

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Inspired by this post teheee ~ P's cute 💗

#(.°✧ lexi's artsy ✧°.)#lop #lies of p #pinocchio #p #lies of p x reader #lop x reader #pinocchio x reader #p x reader #lies of p fluff #game #lies of p game #x reader #lies of p x you #lies of p x y/n #pinocchio x you #sketch #doodle #rkgk

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lucien-05 · 7 months

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GUYS

What do you think of P x performer!reader?

Like, the reader is a magician, singer, or a dancer, that took refuge in the hotel then they perform once in a while for everyone to be entertained and make everyone's mood a little better, then there's P, like, what's the interaction? How P will be like with them?

I don't know how to write so, writers may I request this 🙇?

#lies of p x reader #pinocchio #writers are godsent #i dont know how to write #pinocchio x you

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hystericalk · 3 months

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random stuff

#lies of p #lies of p pinocchio #pinocchio #lies of p carlo #sir carlo #meme?#pino x you #doodle stuffs

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kkyos · 7 months

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Oops got caught 👀💦

#you are facing polendina's judgement #sHame #SHAME #You get the BONK #lies of p #lop #kyoart #pinocchio x reader #self ship

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vinnytotherescue · 7 months

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Bubbles

Pinocchio x reader

Just fluff because the game is killing me :')

Having the warm water cascade down their sore and tired body is something that most people would crave after a long and arduous day, and of course (y/n) was no exception. She has been running errands for Hotel Krat all day, from helping Eugenie with fixing Pinocchio’s weapons to taking care of Mrs Antonia. When she came across the Hotel she never expected that her life could for once be normal again so she appreciated every sweat and sore muscle she would get from all the work. It is indeed a lot better than fighting for your life everyday and not knowing when Mr death himself was going to be paying you a visit.

Following the carpeted hallway to her new bedroom she couldn't wait to surrender to the pure bliss that the warm water would give to her aching body. The moment she entered her room she started searching for her bathing products, not much just a vanilla shampoo and body wash, some stuff that she had managed to salvage from a destroyed market. Of course the hotel had such supplies but she figured that she could use hers before returning to the property’s last goods. Grabbing all her stuff she turned to the bathroom but she was suddenly stopped by the creaking sound of the bedroom door opening. Even though she knew who the mysterious intruder was her head still snapped to the source of the sound. Pinocchio stood there his clothes once again stained with the dark black liquid, a proof of his recent battle against more automatons. Even his face was stained by the same substance but his bright blue eyes shone through the darkness of it all.

(Y/n) stared at the boy a smile already plastered on her face. Her an Pinocchio had gotten very close over the past few months, him being her mysterious company and her being his coach to humanity. P offered her a smile as well and entered the room, the dark oil staining the carpet in the process. The girl could only imagine how stained the hallway carpet would be just from seeing the mess created on her carpet in a matter of seconds.

“P! What have we said about the shoes! You are transferring the oil all over the place!” Pinocchio smiled sheepishly as if saying sorry and his eyes fell on the girl’s bathing products.

“Are you going for a bath?” P tilted his head still staring at the products. P was always curious about how the water must feel on the skin, he never really showered, there was no reason since he was no human. A little water and a change of clothes would do before his next trip to Krat.He would get dirty again anyways. But he always loved the way you smelled after a bath, so fresh and airy. He wanted to try it too, but he is a puppet how would his body react? But he ran in the rain, walked in big paddles, he must be fine right?

“Yeah i was just getting ready-”

“Can i join you?” P still didnt fully understand the concept of privacy and intimacy. Having a bath with another person just felt normal, he was so hopeful that he didnt notice the embarrassment in the girl’s eyes.

“A-A date would be nice first-” The boy stared in confusion clearly not understanding the meaning behind it. (Y/n) clutched her stuff tighter and tried to regulate her erratic breathing but to no avail.

“You know i can shower first and then you can go too”

“But i don’t know how it works, i have never tried it before” His bright blue eyes stared into her very soul, so hopeful she could not refuse. She had such a crush on him she could not refuse anything really he looked incredibly adorable trying to persuade her. And he managed it.

“Fine come on let me grab another towel”

P rushed in the room and followed the girl like a lost puppy as she searched for an extra towel. After she grabbed one she headed toward the bathroom and turned on the faucet, hot water slowly filling the porcelain tub. Pinocchio watched the girl’s movements like he was a painter and he wanted to capture every single detail.

“What are you doing now?” The water level was rising as the aromatic white liquid left the bottle and filled the tub with unique bubbles of all shapes. P felt like he was dreaming.

“I am filling it with some shampoo! It makes all those cool bubbles it is perfect for relaxing!” (Y/n) beamed as she watched the bubbles double and triple in amount. P came closer and placed his human fingers over them, each of them disintegrating leaving behind a beautiful light aroma. His smile returned and as he played with the water and the girl just stood there anxious since she was done with the preparations.

Now comes the hard part, going in.

“I-I think we should get in before the water turns cold” (Y/n) hugged herself anxiously and avoided the boy’s eyes that had settled right on her figure.

“You can go in first” P left the tub and turned his back to the girl, waiting for her patiently as she undressed and got in. Not going to lie, (Y/n) was pleasantly surprised by this and she climbed in as fast as she could. It was such a nice feeling knowing that she would not be disrespected. P was such a kind soul and that is one reason she fell for him in the first place.

“You can get in Pino too” thank god the bathtub was big enough for two people. (Y/n) shut her eyes the moment she saw P removing his stained shirt even though she would love to just take a peak. However, Pinocchio was so respectful towards her it was only fair she would act the same. After a few seconds she felt the water rise a bit and her cheeks turned bright red, her hands unable to leave her face.

“You can open your eyes (y/n), I am done” the girl shook her head and removed her hands hesitantly. Her eyes immediately locked with the blue ones she had fallen in love with and she could feel herself melting, the hot water providing no help to fight it. Pino on the other side was beyond happy, the warm water felt so good against his cold skin and he could see the dense black oil struggling to stay on his body. His hands grazed the bubbles, a game of survival for them and a moment of temporary bliss for him.

While he remained focused on the sight of the fallen bubbles, (y/n) couldn’t help but notice the dark oil tainting his beautiful freckled face. Her hand went up to wipe it before being able to control the movement. The moment it landed on his cheeks his cerulean eyes had already landed on her. The shade of red on her face turned darker and after wiping the dark liquid she snapped her hand back.

“Sorry you had some oil on you face” Pinocchio held the part of his face that she touched and longed for the warmth. Grabbing her hand he placed it back to his cheek as he leaned on it. (Y/n) was slowly dying by now. The warmth of her body for sure had found the boy and she just stood there like a stone statue. But the closer she looked, his fluffy hair was also stained….Shoot. Impulsive decisions were her forte by now so her other hand reaching to touch his velvet locks was no wonder.

“Your hair is stained too Pino, did you bathe in oil or something?” Her hands racked through his hair as she tried to remove some knot she found in the process.

“It just splashes everywhere, i can’t control it” the girl just stared at him sympathetically. It is no secret that every time he would return to hotel Krat she would be worried that under all this oil would be hidden some kind of nasty wound. She knew stuff out there were very difficult. She also knew that Pinocchio was very capable of protecting himself but that did not stop her from worrying like crazy.

“it’s ok Pino,just… wait” She swiftly turned around and grabbed another bottle smaller in size and poured a generous amount of shampoo in her hands. After making sure to emuslify it she scootched a bit closer to the boy.

“Can you turn around for me P?” the boy stared at her in question but nevertheless obliged. His back was now at her, thankful that he wasn’t able to see her flustered face anymore. He was much taller than her so she had to sit on her knees to reach properly. Her hands spread the aromatic shampoo all over his locks and she slowly started massaging his scalp. Immediately, she could feel his tense body relax and his head slightly fall towards her. A small smile found its way on her lips as she swept back his hair after rinsing it. His hair reached above his shoulders, the color almost as dark as the color of a raven due to it being wet. He slowly turned his body to face hers, dazed almost by the relaxing massage. He just looked so relaxed for once. (Y/n) could finally see clearly both of his eyes and all the individual freckles adorning his pale face. His eyes stared at her hair and a happy smile returned back to his face.

“Can i wash your hair too?” The girl smiled and passed him the bottle as she turned her back at him. He carefully tried to imitate the girl’s movements from before but with his legion arm it was always a bit more complicated. He was always afraid that he would hurt her somehow. Like a delicate flower, the moment he would touch it it would crumble like all of the automatons in his way did. So he truly tried to be very careful. The feeling of his legion arm was so different but the cold metal felt so good against your throbbing skull.

Having both of them washed their hair and the water turning cold was a sign that they should probably get out. Pinocchio was the first one to step out offering the girl a towel right after wearing his. She clearly tried to suppress her urge to look at his upper body as she herself wrapped a towel around her. Emptying the tub they both exited the bathroom and (Y/n) was quick to search for a blowdryer. Pinocchio was already changing into a new pair of clothes, his wet hair dampening his brand new shirt. (Y/n) shook her head giggling as she changed too.

“Come here silly, we need to dry your hair, your t-shirt got wet” Pinocchio couldn’t get sick so drying his hair felt unnecessary but he would never say no to spending more time with her. He simply sat on the bed in front of her as she blow dryed his hair. The hot air felt so good against his damp hair and the steady noise of the blowdryer was making his eyes droopier minute by minute. His body felt so heavy and he started leaning towards the girl. Finally he was so tired that he couldn’t hold on anymore and let his head fall on her lap. The girl signed in defeat and turned off the blowdryer. His hair was still wet in places but he looked so peaceful sleeping on her lap. She simply let her hands trace over his soft features.

“You are lucky that i love you”

“I love you too”

It is fair to say that this was not what (y/n) expected the end of her day to be like, but she was certainly not mad at all.

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The end

A.N: Thank you so much for reading everyone! If you have any other ideas for lies of p x reader just drop them in my inbox, comments or dms!

P.s Let’s pretend that water would not hurt Pinocchio in any way Lmao

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just-some-user-hunny · 7 months

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Jealous Pino headcanons

~⚜️~~⚜️~~⚜️~~⚜️~~⚜️~~⚜️~~⚜️~~⚜️~~⚜️~

(also note that I got this picture from Kkyos, please check them out!! Their lies of p stuff is great!!)

~ This new emotion would all but stagger him the first time he feels it. Perhaps a stalker appears a little too taken by you someday, loitering around you and filling your ears with sweet words and compliments.

Pino would find himself feeling irritated by this. His brow would knit and his eyes glare hard at whoever has your attention like this. He won't interfere, merely hovering close to you and staring cold daggers into the person. He'll make sure you're safe and ok, watching this person and eyeing them to make sure they don't make you uncomfortable.

~ Just him getting all tense when they hug you. Eyeing their hands that roam casually over your waist/back/shoulders. Still, he won't interfere- however you may notice his fists clenching a little, the sound of his legion hand clicking subtly.

~ Maybe later once you've departed from the stalker, he pulls you into a safe secluded alleyway and just eagerly tugs you into his arms, hugging you tightly to the point you feel your feet leave the ground and your lungs squeeze from the air leaving them.

His hands roam and settle on your waist, exactly where the stalker had touched you, and it's like he's trying to rub the ghosting presence of their touch off you. Like he's trying to erase it with his own hands.

Pino will simply stand there with you in his arms till he's satisfied, his nose ghosting over your hairline a little before he places you back down on your feet- looking you over once more. With his palms gently cradling the curves of your arms, he'll pull away and lead you back to the hotel- your hand clasped firmly yet carefully in his human hand, meanwhile you're just a flustered and confused mess.

~ He'd start to confront new feelings of

Insecurity. As a being not quite human nor puppet, he's always never given it much thought other than appreciating the strength he possesses to come out on top in battle. At first, he had felt a sense of pride whenever you marveled at his legion arm- impressed by its mechanic and strength. It was strong. He was strong, and he felt pride in knowing you saw him as that. Your protector.

However now you'll notice him start to be more and more hesitant of touching you with his legion arm, the steel intricate carved hand that would once gently curl within your own fingers in a kind embrace would now rarely even grace you with its touch. He'd be more adamant with touching you with his more 'human' hand, wanting to feel more belonging with you.

~ Pino would start having thoughts that would spiral whenever he thought too much about it. He's just a puppet. He's cold and made of parts, whilst you're warm and made of flesh and soul. Whatever could he give you that real man could...

~ Please just hold his face and assure him that he's more than just a puppet. He's your best friend and protector, as you are to him. That he so incredibly precious to you, and that you wouldn't want anyone else that isn't him. Poor pino would get all droopy eyed and puppy-like, finally embracing you with both of his arms and hiding his face into your stomach as you rub the nape of his neck and his scalp.

~ Once you've communicated everything and he's found peace, it is too tempting to tease him.

~ "You're a little possessive, you know that?" You'd giggle playfully, ruffling his fluffy locks of hair a little.

~ Pino would grunt softly, but not pull away- instead nuzzling his face closer into you and tightening his grip, only proving your point 😅

~ He knows he still has lots to learn when it comes to emotions and what makes him feel, but as long as he has your guiding and reassuring words, Pino feels like he could do anything <3

#lies of p x reader #lies of p #lies of p pinocchio x reader #lies of p x you #my writing

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esteljune · 4 months

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'Ingenuous, clueless and completely unfiltered' P headcanons [P x reader]

P would suddenly kiss a strand of your hair just to feel the scent and softness of it on his lips.

If you ever cried in front of him, he would collect your tears with his fingers and say something totally spontaneous like, "Are you crying... is it for me?"

As he gains humanity, your tears will have an increasingly profound impact on him, so much he would gently stroke your face welcoming them between his lips. You might hear him say softly, "Your tears... hurt."

When P is near you, he would want his heart to beat to have a tangible proof of his own emotion.

He would say something important like, "I'm in love with you," suddenly, sometimes even out of context, with a soft and subdued voice, just to let you know of this realization.

To your manifest emotion, he would respond with an innocent, "You're shaking. Did I say something wrong?"

If you ever showed sincere compassion and tenderness towards him, these feelings would make his mechanical heart race. Keep in mind that he will want to tell you immediately with embarrassing spontaneity, pressing your hand against his chest: "My heart is pounding. I think it's for you..."

Over time, he might hug you pressing you gently against his chest and whisper, "Listen... it's my heart beating for you."

At your first official meeting, he would introduce himself with a theatrical bow.

P is a great listener. He is interested in everything about you, especially your past, your emotions, and he loves it when you share them with him. He would stay for hours listening to you talk about your desires, your dreams, your pain. In the end, you would hear him murmur, "I feel... warmth."

As soon as he is able, P will smile every time he thinks of you or watches you do something, even the most mundane things. A kind and sweet smile that will melt your heart.

Sometimes you might catch him staring at you with the same vacant and distant look he had in the early stages of the game, but then he'll end up asking you: "What are you thinking?". It's not because he feels excluded from your world, but because he wants to absorb as much as he can about how your mind works.

Your touch relaxes him grandly so whenever you stroke his face or his hair he will end up muttering "Please more..." under his breath.

When you notice that his hair has turned grey, he will ask you with a frown, "Is it okay for you?" only because he is worried that this physical change will make you change your feelings towards him.

He is the boy who, if you were ever hurt, would watch over you all night long, making sure more than necessary that your heart is still beating.

#I swear I'm blushing as hell writing these #I want to hear his voice #plus I have this short fic in my drafts for ages now and I still don't have the gut to post it #It's so much fluff that would give you cavities #pinocchio #lies of p pinocchio #lies of p #lies of p fanfic #lies of p headcanon #lies of p x reader #lies of p headcanons #p x reader #pinocchio x reader #my writing

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marshsano · 4 months

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… soulmates?

#my art #fanart #lies of p #lies of p fanart #lies of p game #lies of p romeo #lies of p art #carmeo #lies of p carlo #lies of p pinocchio #promeo #carlo x romeo #romeo x carlo #romeo x p #romeo king of puppets #romeo: carlo wake up this isnt you

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phonydiaries · 7 months

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i appreciate how in your writing P has these little moments of being an absolute fucking simp for the reader could we maybe possibly get some very devoted Pino headcannons 👉👈

YES. If I'm writing Pinocchio one thing is for certain and its that he's fucking enamored with you, that man is going megasimp mode at all times.

Deeply Devoted P Headcannons

When you're out stalking, its not uncommon for P to lose focus and stare at you, often at the absolute worst of times as well, but he can't help it. The way you look landing a final killing blow, vanquishing the last of your enemies, he's in awe. As you look over at him, breathing heavy, he rushes to you. In seconds he's holding you by the waist, dipping you into a passionate kiss.

its not uncommon that you get caught in horrible weather together, and when you do he never hesitates to remove his coat and hold it over your head as makeshift protection from the rain. You laugh and tell him you'll be fine without it, but he insists and takes this shielding you business very seriously.

Along those lines, when you both return to safety and are able to get out of your freezing damp clothes, he'll kneel before you in your quarters, looking very much like a knight offering his servitude. He undresses you with the utmost care and respect before wrapping your shoulders in a blanket.

On the occasion that you have trouble sleeping, he's happy to stay up with you. Sometimes you ramble to him about everything and nothing, other times you read together, silently turning pages by dim yellow lamplight. Some nights all you want is to lie next to him. He takes hold of your hand gingerly in his and presses tender kisses to each of your knuckles.

If ever you have a nightmare, he's there to calm you down. He places Gemini at your bedside, making sure your room is warmly lit and comforting. He'll reach for your wrist and feel for your heartbeat, monitoring it closely until it slows back to normal. He hums softly until you're able to sleep peacefully again.

#can you guys tell my top love language is acts of service #this is him in like peak boywife mode too #lop #lies of p #lies of p x reader #pinocchio x reader

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jinwoosungs · 14 days

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the still doll; pinocchio’s version

original story

lies of p | au

pinocchio x fem.reader

ever since he was a little boy, pinocchio had always been a bit more on the introverted side-

perhaps introverted was a bit of an understatement, since any type of human interaction was enough to send the poor boy into fits of panic.

he recalls a particularly nightmarish memory from when he was around 5 years old, beginning his school life at a prestigious academy. so many eyes were peering at him, and the poor boy found that he was unable to even speak. his heart kept squeezing painfully from within his chest, finding it harder to breathe when the headmistress was thrown into a state of trepidation because of him-

needless to say, when word of his distress reached his parent's ears, he was immediately taken out of the academy, with his father promising to homeschool him so that he wouldn't feel the painful sensations that came with his anxieties.

so he spends the following years of his life in complete isolation, finding comfort within the safety of the manor he lived in with his aging parents. it may have seemed like a miserable existence to most people, but for pinocchio, he was just fine living in this tiny sandbox.

but that all changes the moment he meets you.

pinocchio was merely 10 years old at the time. he was done with his studies for the day and remained within his father's office, bored out of his mind as he read a book. his cerulean eyes trail over the printed pages of the leather bound tome, casually flipping the pages before suddenly losing interest within his novel when sounds of movement were heard coming from the ground floor of his mansion.

frowning at the sudden commotion, pinocchio was about to see what was going on when his chest began to seize up in response. he could hear two unfamiliar, but feminine, voices coming from the first floor, yet he wasn't brave enough to actually reveal himself.

the young boy closes the door, pouting while running his tiny hands across his chestnut hair. he looks around the study and sees a false opening within one of the walls-

something that his father had made for him whenever he wished to explore the manor when guests were around.

his parents were considered to be aristocrats within the city of krat. they were a part of various charities, and held many banquets for the citizens. knowing of pinocchio's agoraphobia and discomfort with being around other people, geppetto had made serval hidden passageways within the manor so that pinocchio could freely explore his home while avoiding any contact.

and he was using one of those many hidden passageways right now.

sliding open the wooden wall next to the grand bookshelf, pinocchio was met with a large hallway that ran beneath the walls of the mansion. taking advantage of the lights strewn throughout the path, he makes his way toward the general direction of the dining room, where he heard the voices of his mother and her guests become progressively louder.

standing in front of the wall where settled just a few feet away was his mother's dining area, he presses an ear against the wall, hearing the sounds of tea being served while his mother made casual conversation with another woman.

"oh, your daughter is lovely! i have a son just around her age, his name is pinocchio."

a series of soft laughter were heard as the unknown woman begins to speak, saying a name that he had never heard of before-

but found to be strangely beautiful and fitting.

"come now, don't be so shy, tell miss antonia thank you for her kind words."

"thank you miss antonia."

curious as to who that girl was, pinocchio continues his trek within the passage, his footsteps causing audible creaking sounds from within the walls.

"oh dear! what was that?" pinocchio freezes his movements, not daring to move as he held his breath in response.

"pay no mind to it, for this is an old mansion. it is simply settling due to the wind. now, would you like some more tea?" he lets out a sigh of relief, grateful for his mother's distraction as he took more careful steps to the next opening settled a few feet away from him.

reaching it, pinocchio presses down against the wood, allowing it to gently fall against the shelf filled with spices. using his hands, he moves away the various vials to catch a glimpse of his mother's guest-

only to feel a strange sense of warmth filling him at the sight of a beautiful girl sitting with her mother. as his mother spoke with the woman, pinocchio was drawn to the girl who was politely sipping at her cup of tea, her feet swinging back and forth as she was settled on the dining table.

pinocchio lets out a soft whisper of her name, not daring to blink or even try to look away from her. he was completely and utterly enchanted with her-

with his fate completely sealed the moment she walked into his life.

even after the kind woman and her daughter left, pinocchio was left in a daze, asking question after question to his mother as his own heart was slowly beginning to experience strange feelings of warmth at the memory of you.

according to his mother, the woman and her daughter came to the mansion, offering flowers for sale to raise a bit of extra money. with his mother's heart being touched by their sweet presence, she accepts their flowers and paid them handsomely for their meager blooms.

as proof of their meeting, antonia gives pinocchio the collection of daisies. and he cherished such precious flowers so much that he keeps the flowers pressed against the pages of his favorite book, opening the tome to that specific page each time he wished to recall that memory.

eight years have passed since that day, and pinocchio was determined to see you again. he tells his parents of his desires to 'meet the pretty flower girl' and take her as his wife.

knowing firsthand just how bad pinocchio's anxiety could become, they were ecstatic at the thought of their son falling in love. so, they laid out careful plans, placing an ad in the local paper as they prayed that you would see it, taking advantage of the strange rumors that surrounded him and the manor as pinocchio hoped that it would bring your heart closer to his-

and lucky for him, it did.

{ ... }

pinocchio couldn't believe it-

for you had only served to grow even lovelier as the years had passed.

you didn't seem to recall being here, in this manor, yet pinocchio could see the dark circles looming from beneath your eyelids. what had happened? were you working too much? and just who were you working so hard for?

pinocchio had to fight back his feelings of jealousy, hoping that you didn't have someone you were already in love with. that you weren't working hard to save up for a wedding gown-

such thoughts were enough to make pinocchio clench his fists in response, but he quickly reels in such emotions.

you couldn't possibly belong to someone else-

for he had already laid claim on you the moment he first saw you.

"welcome, dear girl. come, meet our son, pinocchio." he hears his father greet you as his mother gestures at you to follow them. "i must say, we are most delighted that it was you who took up on this offer to watch over our son while we are away."

"indeed, i'm afraid that with what all the little children has been saying about him, our pinocchio is even more reclusive than ever." pinocchio had to hide back the grin that threatened to form against his lips as he presses his ear against the wall, listening to every word that his parents were saying about him.

"so your son's name is pinocchio?"

pinocchio had to hold back his gasp, heart already pounding at the sound of your melodious voice. feeling a deep desire to see you, the young man begins to move even further from within the walls until he reached another hidden opening.

"yes. a wonderful name for a wonderful boy, if i may say so myself." he hears his mother coo at you.

his eyes snuck longing glances at you from each hidden crack and opening made for him, and pinocchio could feel his heart pound with each second that passes. as his parents lead you into the living room, pinocchio made sure to follow, remaining directly behind the chair that held his perfect doppelgänger.

pinocchio smiles at the sight of the life-sized puppet; a perfect replica made by his father. wanting to give you a reason to be here at the manor, pinocchio wanted his parents to play the part of a lonely couple tinged with melancholy and a hint of insanity. they wanted to fully embrace in the rumors of his death, further prompting his father to make a perfect puppet as his parents pretended that the still doll was their son.

"this is our precious boy, pinocchio."

he takes in the sight of you looking down at his replica, watching as your lips open up and close, as if confused at the sight of him.

"again, he's very shy, so we apologize for his silence."

pinocchio watches you, hearing short bursts of laughter bubble from within your throat. and truly, he couldn't blame you for wishing to laugh at the sheer ridiculousness of it all. the young man doesn't follow when he sees his father take you off to the side, feeling caught beneath his mother's knowing smile as she winks at him from the living room.

"you must not judge my wife and i so harshly. what you see in that chair is indeed our son, and we have put our utmost trust in you when it comes to caring for him.

pinocchio closes his eyes and begins to recite the rules he had made for you to follow:

"always read to pinocchio a bedtime story of your choosing, but make sure you voice is loud and clear.

he enjoys listening to records on the record player; always play those records at a loud volume while in the library.

take pinocchio wherever you go when exploring the manor. if you are wanting to make a meal, take him with you into the dining room and always make a portion for him."

he was smirking, feeling proud and happy that his parents were playing their parts so well. a moment of silence was heard until his father speaks once more.

"it appears as though antonia and i must get going. i trust you, dear girl, so please, do take care of your precious son. i promise you, you shall be rewarded handsomely."

pinocchio could hear the hesitance in your voice when you made your promise to take good care of him-

and oddly enough, your promise was enough to send a plethora of butterflies to erupt across his chest.

"that's my girl. come, my love. everything has been settled."

pinocchio could feel his heart racing with anticipation once his father states the words for the sign of their departure. a heat was felt growing against his cheeks, and the excitement only served to strengthen upon hearing his parents' departure-

he was finally alone with you.

returning back to his spot behind his doppelgänger, watching as you came back into the living room. you stand before his replica, a soft expression painting your beautiful features while your hands went to gently frame at his face-

and the sight of you touching his puppet self so lovingly was enough to fill pinocchio with a jealous rage, his fists pounding against the wall as the impact was enough to make you gasp while taking a step backwards.

"who's there?!"

feeling upset and angry, pinocchio runs through the hidden hallway. he runs a hand through his hair, trying to fight back his jealousy all while his heart continued to pound immensely from beneath his chest.

this was going to be so much harder for him than he once expected-

because he wasn't sure if he could keep himself hidden as long as you kept treating his replica with such kindness and not him.

{ ... }

the carriage continues to carry the married couple to their destination, hearts filled with concern for their son and the woman he loved.

the father looks over at his wife and places a hand over hers.

"are you concerned about our son?"

he watches as she closes her eyes, shaking her head while taking a hold of her husband's hand in response. "no, of course not. after all, he's loved that girl for a very long time.

i can think of no other way to make him happy than by bringing her to him."

{ ... }

a few weeks had passed since you had come to pinocchio's mansion under the guise of taking care of him.

knowing of your fear and anxiety that pertained to his presence within the manor, pinocchio made sure to keep his footsteps quieter, yet still wished to interact with you.

he gave you several subtle hints of his presence, yet did it in such a way that would not startle you.

for starters, he would take advantage of the hidden passages his father had made for him, moving his replica as he placed the puppet in realistic poses.

from reading a book, to playing a record from within the library, pinocchio had so much fun seeing the suspicion shining from within your eyes.

with every meal that you had cooked, he was grateful that you followed the rules and always left him a portion. as always, the plate would disappear when pinocchio takes the food back into the walls with him. after he finished eating the delicious meal, then he would place the empty plate back in the kitchen without your knowledge.

he was just so happy to have you around.

currently, he remains hidden within the walls, watching you cooking a stew to ward off the chill that came with winter. his eyes were filled with a soft fondness for you, watching as you tasted the broth of the stew when you suddenly jumped.

several knocks were heard coming from the mansion's back entrance, and pinocchio could feel his fists becoming clenched in response. he tiptoes out of his hiding spot near the kitchen, taking an exit into the dining room when he sees his replica settled on one of the chairs.

"who's there?!"

he takes the heavy puppet in his arms, his silent footsteps reaching the kitchen when he settles his replica against the kitchen counter, hiding behind the wall to see what was going on and just who this intruder was.

"it's me, wick! your grocery delivery boy, remember?!"

he watches as you visibly relax, opening the door as pinocchio catches sight of the annoyingly tall and lanky boy-

romeo... also known by his stupid nickname, lampwick.

romeo and his family had worked for pinocchio's parents for as long as he could remember, and he felt smug seeing that it was the annoying boy's turn to serve him. he watches as romeo's brown eyes take in the sight of you, not liking the sudden glint within them one bit.

"whoa, i didn't think old man geppetto also had a daughter!"

"oh, i-i'm not his daughter, i'm just uhm- the hired help."

romeo gives you a questioning glance, all while pinocchio had to fight back his anger as he watched the boy interact with you.

"hired help? whatever would they need help for?"

you turn around just then, making pinocchio immediately hide behind the wall when you jumped at the sight of his puppet settled near the counter.

"ah! pinocchio, how do you keep doing that?!"

"aw geez, don't tell me that crazy old man made you watch over that doll?"

pinocchio could feel his anger growing when he looks back at romeo, glaring at him from his hiding spot.

"that's disrespectful of you to say. isn't this doll based on their son?"

a warmth fills pinocchio's chest when you defend him, making him calm down when romeo tells you, "not that i know of. listen, my folks and i have always been delivering our produces to geppetto and his wife, and i've never seen any sons- just that doll."

his admission makes you loosen your hold on the puppet, but you simply shake your head. "still, don't say that or else you'll upset him. you may not have seen anyone, but maybe they lost him at a young age. here. i'll take care of putting away the foods you graciously delivered."

pinocchio would have danced with triumph the moment you tried to get romeo out of the house, but the bastard manages to plant his weight down against he marble flooring, making it impossible for you to push him out.

"now wait a minute, it just doesn't feel right for me to leave such a pretty lady like you all alone like this."

"huh?!"

as you became confused over the bastard's poor attempts of wooing you, pinocchio could feel his fists becoming clenched in response.

"it seems like you've been stuck here for quite some time now, and i just wanted to give you a chance to get out of here and explore krat."

pinocchio swore that he was only mere seconds away from committing murder when he witnesses romeo take a hold of your hand while pressing a kiss against the back of it, making you incredibly flustered in response.

"the name's lampwick, m'lady, and i do hope that you give me a chance to take you out of the manor come tomorrow morning."

every single cell within the confines of pinocchio's body was screaming at you to say no to his offer-

only to have every single one of his hopes shatter the moment you agree to meet with romeo.

"alright, i'll explore the city with you, lampwick."

as you introduced your own name to him, pinocchio was settled behind the wall, startling blue eyes blazing with hatred as he dug his nails within the palm of his hands, causing painful, crescent shaped marks to appear against his skin.

{ ... }

night fell across the expanse of the manor as pinocchio takes his chance to come out of his hiding place within the passageways. knowing that you were pacing within your bedroom, pinocchio crept closer to your door.

with a slender key in his hand, pinocchio jams the key into the lock before turning it, locking you inside your room with no warning.

he takes a step back, hearing your panicked cries as you tried to jostle the doorknob, but to no avail.

it was locked shut.

"no no no no, please, let me out!" your screams made pinocchio wince in pain, feeling guilty as you kept on struggling to open the door.

he didn't fall asleep that night, listening to your sobs before hearing your body slump against the door. you had worn yourself out while trying to open the door, falling asleep as pinocchio could hear the soft sounds of your breathing.

exhaustion was felt coursing through pinocchio's veins, but he was determined to stay awake, not daring to rest until the morning passes, the afternoon sun now hanging bright within the sky.

knowing that you had missed your destined meeting time with romeo, pinocchio finally unlocks the door of your room while taking a folded piece of parchment from the pocket of his pants, with two words written on it.

he walks away, allowing the parchment to flutter on the floor, with a message meant for your eyes alone:

please stay.

{ ... }

pinocchio knew that your fears had taken new heights-

he knew that he should reveal himself to you; confess his feelings for you as he prayed that you would stay with him for good-

but his guilt kept choking him, preventing him from coming clean to you.

he knew that you had reached your limit, but was still too much of a coward to try and ease your fears.

and it all came to a boiling point this very night.

you were pacing around the living room while glaring at his puppet.

"i don't know what else to say other then i am terrified of you, pinocchio." he sees the way you shiver, filled with a yearning to take you in his arms to keep you safe and warm.

"regardless of how beautiful you are, i can't deny how all of this strangeness and mystery surrounding you scares me so much-"

his eyes go wide when the sudden sounds of glass shattering interrupt your words, your eyes going wide with fear as you tried to pinpoint the source of the sound.

realizing that it had come from the upper floors, pinocchio immediately uses the passages to try and reach it first before you did. his heart was pounding when he heard three distinct voices talking amongst themselves. he takes a quick detour to his father's collection of weapons, grabbing a hold of the rapier he kept within the room in case of emergencies like this.

with his weapon in hand, pinocchio goes back to the hidden passages, running at full speed as he made his way back to you.

"hehehe, this is going to be our easiest heist yet."

"oh, and i see our little princess is right where we want her, too."

"shut up and let's get rid of her already so we can get started!"

your sudden screams is what ultimately pushes him forward, hearing you begging for your life.

"please, stop, don't hurt me! you can take whatever is in this manor, just please-!"

the pounding sounds of his footsteps make the intruders back away from you.

"the hell? what is that?"

"i though you said the manor was empty, save for that girl and that stupid doll!"

"it WAS empty! so what is-"

they weren't given a chance to finish when pinocchio suddenly bursts through the walls, damaging it completely as he lands on the carpeted floors of the hallway, taking a protective stance in front of you. the masked intruders take a step back, clearly caught off guard by his presence.

"this is bad, why does he look exactly like that damn doll?!"

pinocchio clicks his tongue, softening his gaze when he looks down at you. he basks in your tears and trembling lips, gently framing at your face when he tells you, "cover your eyes and ears, my love."

he turns away from you, raising his rapier while you fall to your knees, huddled together in a fetal position.

they never stood a chance, with pinocchio's slender blade ripping through them with a terrifying accuracy. their splatters of blood were seen splattered against his features, yet they appeared as unassuming as the freckles that already dyed his pale cheeks, like constellations across his skin.

once all three of the intruders were dealt with, pinocchio allows their bodies to fall to the ground before making his way back toward you. he sees your body curled up on the floor and lets out a hum, taking you in his arms as he shields you from the sight of the fallen bodies.

"are you alright, my love?" pinocchio's voice comes out in a gentle coo, making you tremble when you manage to look up at him.

"w-who are you?"

he couldn't help but smile upon hearing your innocent question, "i am the same pinocchio you have been caring for, and now, i shall be your future husband."

pinocchio holds you even closer to him, wishing to comfort you as you were shivering. yet, at the same time, he could tell that you were just as mesmerized with him like he was with you. he watches as you swallow thickly before asking, "b-but, what about my family? my brother?"

he continues to carry you away from the wreckage seen with the intruders all while laughing, "not to worry, my love, for when you become my wife, i shall give you all of my riches. that shall be more than enough to provide for your family."

you continue to meet his gaze, making pinocchio admire the innocence felt wafting off of your form. feeling so enamored with you, he allows the pad of his thumb to caress at your bottom lip.

"please stay." he repeats the same words he had written for you when he spent the whole night keeping you away from romeo, and he felt a deep sense of happiness when your eyes go wide before a sheepish expression paints your features.

it was clear that you were enchanted by him when you give him a nod.

"i'll stay."

and pinocchio couldn't feel any happier the moment you sealed your fate as being tied to him, the still doll now come to life just to love you and you alone.

a.n. - it is so much harder writing for the love interest's perspective, especially when he spends 90% of his time hidden within the walls of his manor, lol. this is unedited, but i'll make any changes once this is posted.

all stories are written by rei; reposts, translations, and plagiarism are not allowed.

#lies of p x reader #pinocchio x reader #lop x reader #lies of p x you #pinocchio x you #.stories

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