Two loves
A little one-shot I wrote based on my idea for my P x OC ship. It includes my idea for a fem!reader who is not just a childhood friend of Carlo, but also the person who fell in love with him.
Sorry that it's not gender neutral. I
By the way, if you are curious. I might talk about my Lies of P OC some other time.
I hope you enjoy this little fanfic.
“I love you”, she said. Something she needed to tell him, even though she didn’t know if the answer would satisfy her at all. The young woman just had to get this feeling of her chest. Knowing that soon she would no longer have any opportunity anymore. Her orbs focused on his. The brown gleam in his eyes gave her hope, but no words left his lips. He just stood there, touched by the cold of the weather. Brown curls hang down his gentle face. His white shirt was soaked from the rain, showing a little bit of his soft pale skin.
“I love you, Carlo.”
A memory, she remembered. Just another memory.
Both her hands pressed against the soft mattress beneath her. Slowly, she lifted her body from the lying position. She turned her head in the direction of the nearest window. Greeted by the darkness of the night. Her fingers moved to her face, rubbing over her sleepy eyes. She wondered if the memory was a good dream or just another nightmare of the past.
Carlo is dead. There would be no answer to her confession. No chance to find out what might have been. All her thoughts returned to the memories of their time together. Making a mess of an already troubled mind. But then a certain mechanical sound reached her ears and brought her back to the present.
Her orbs moved to the source of the sound. Only to be met by the sight of a sleeping beauty. At that moment, he looked more human to her than ever before. If it weren't for those freckles that looked like stars in the night sky and his mechanical hand, she would have thought that Carlo was lying next to her.
She turned her upper body around, slowly lowering herself to come closer to his shape. Focusing her gaze on his face. Her lips formed a name: "P" and he responded. Blue eyes came into view. Bright and full of life. As if he had always been this human. More words wanted to leave her lips. She wanted to say something, but he stopped her. His metallic arm reached for her face, cupping one of her cheeks gently. The mental thumb rubbing over her skin was so gentle and soft. Just as she had always done to him. The woman couldn't help but lean into his touch. To feel the love coming from the puppet.
P looks like Carlo. Almost looks like the boy she loves. He certainly shares some of his features. But P isn't Carlo. He is his own self. These feelings for the puppet aren't her feelings for Carlo. They are something new, something different.
Geppetto told her that Carlo could return if she would only obey his words. Make sure he remains a good boy and everything will be as it was. But she can't. Carlo shouldn't return at the cost of sacrificing P's life. The puppet deserves to live, deserves to become human.
The young woman truly loves Carlo. Even now, after all these years. But...
"I love you, Geppetto's puppet. I love you, P".
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baldur's gate 3 is just. break the abuse and trauma cycle. being forced to believe a certain way is wrong. there is more outside of the small window that i perceived the world to be. i will create my own identity. maybe the people i thought loved me did not, in fact, have my best interests at heart. i need to find the clown's body parts so the drag queen can resurrect him. my destiny is not written in stone.
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