𝖆 𝖍𝖆𝖚𝖓𝖙𝖊𝖉 𝖍𝖆𝖑𝖑𝖔𝖜𝖊𝖊𝖓 | 𝖆 𝖏𝖏𝖇𝖆 𝖔𝖓𝖊𝖘𝖍𝖔𝖙
pairing: polnareff x gn! reader
warnings: um mentions of blood, spooky sorta theme, idk
genre: fluff!
word count: .8k
note: this is for my best friend! hope u enjoy it bestie POLNAREFF IS SO CUTE
If someone had told you a few weeks ago that Polnareff was going to take you on a date to a haunted house, especially the scariest haunted house in a ten mile radius, you never would have believed it. In fact, even though you and Polnareff are standing next to each other waiting in line, you’re still not sure you can believe it.
“What are the waivers for?” you say, craning your neck around to see the papers being passed between employees and customers.
Polnareff laughs, throwing an arm around your shoulders casually. “To let the actors touch you when they try to scare you,” he says.
Your brows furrow. “That sounds… scary.”
He kisses your forehead. “Do not worry! I will protect you.”
You smile. “Of course you will.”
The line continues to move forward, groups of people clutching to each other as they enter the main event. Screams echo into the night about fifty feet from where you and Polnareff stand; at the ticket counter.
Polnareff hands the employee with smeared clown face paint two tickets from his pocket. “I bought them in advance, so we could make sure to go,” he says with a smug look on his face.
You just laugh. He always seems to plan ahead. When the waivers are signed, you get ushered along the path toward the big building with flashing lights coming from inside. Polnareff’s steps are even and calculated as he wraps his hand around yours, his palm only slightly sweaty, unlike yours, which is much sweatier, evidence of your nervousness for this date.
“What did I tell you? Do not worry. I will protect you from them!” Polnareff cheers. “If they want to scare you, they will have to go through me first!”
You laugh and punch him gently on the shoulder. “I’ll hold you to that.”
When you pass the two pillars at the front, you enter the building, the creaky floors and mostly fake cobwebs getting caught on your clothes marking your entrance. You can’t bring yourself to turn towards Polnareff, barely able to will your shaky footsteps forward into the barely-lit hallway.
“Your hand is very cold, my dear,” Polnareff says, his voice trembling slightly.
You turn your head slowly to face him, your eyes wide. “That’s… that’s not my hand…”
Polnareff turns around to see the ghoul breathing down the back of his neck, his face going white as the actor smiles creepily, revealing blood dripping down their teeth. He screams, shutting his eyes tightly and tightening his hold on your hand. You lead him away from the actor, who follows quietly behind the two of you.
He’s still white as a sheet when you look at him next, attempting to lead him away from the other actors to prevent him from having a heart attack. The floorboards creak when you step on them, and he screams again. “That was me…” you mumble with a soft laugh.
Fake blood drips from the ceiling as you enter a new room. Terrified, Polnareff looks up, and you do the same. A mannequin is strapped to the ceiling, its hand dangling, able to graze the tops of both of your heads. He whimpers softly as you urge him to move on, pulling him through the room.
You’re too slow, however, and the mannequin smiles, more blood coming from its mouth. “I-it’s a… real person!” he stammers, frozen in place.
“Oh my god! Come on, let’s get out of here!” you shout to him, leading him away. He continues to scream as you rush through each room as fast as you can. The floorboards creak again and you look back to Polnareff, trembling as he clutches your arm. His eyes squeeze shut again and you continue to move past.
More actors jump out at you and grab your shoulders than you ever would have guessed, but even still, you power through. By the last hallway, you’re both screaming and running as fast as you can to get out.
The cold October air hits the both of you and you slow down, putting your hands on your knees to catch your breath. “Oh my god…” Polnareff whispers hoarsely, also trying to catch his breath. “That was…”
“Terrifying? Absolutely,” you laugh.
He laughs too. “Sorry for… being a coward.”
You shrug, taking his hand again. “Who cares? We still had fun, didn’t we?”
“I suppose you are right,” he says.
Leading him out of the area, you head towards the parking lot. “And, as a reward for you making it through…” His face brightens. “Let’s go get ice cream. I’ll pay,” you say with a smile.
“Perhaps it was worth it then! But only if I can get cookies and cream.”
“Of course you can! You deserve it, Polnareff.” You press a kiss to his lips and laugh at the blush creeping onto his cheeks.
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