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!Cw! For glass injury (No blood described and not a lot of detail, he just gets hurt on glass so be careful if you're sensitive to this! <3)
At this hour, I used to stare at his picture to put myself to sleep. Bright blue eyes, soft complexion, long beautiful blonde hair.. I used to fantasize about all the ways he would love me and only me. How he would grab the back of my head and pull me close, keeping me protected and warm and loved.. How his hands would rest on my hips as I made my morning coffee.. How he would whisper in my ear sweet words.. I would stare at the stupid picture he gave me in my mailbox. He left it there one day and I acted like I hated it and I hated him for it. I pretended to burn it. But really I framed it and hid it under my mattress, sneakily pulling it out in the latest hours of the night where I was sure no one would ever see. I would lie there, staring at it for hours until I fell asleep. My Madeleine..
One morning I was shocked awake by someone knocking at my window. My curtains were closed but I still panicked, quickly throwing the picture as the glass shattered all over the floor. I felt my heart shatter with it. But I couldn't let anyone know that. I pulled on a robe and rushed to the window, opening the blind a tiny bit before peeking out and seeing the man in my picture. He was smiling stupidly, pointing to a small basket he held then rushing to my front door. I remember feeling my heart jump at his smile, rushing to the front door and putting up my annoyed front when in reality I wanted this to happen every day. I opened the door, staring up at him. He was a little taller than me, about five inches, I had to look up to meet his eyes. His vibrant blue eyes.
"What do you want, Madeleine." I asked in an annoyed tone, rubbing my temple. I then realized in the rush I had forgotten my glasses, the only thing my vision was able to focus on was him.
"Espresso! Good morning! I brought you breakfast so we can sit down and eat together! But eh.. You look a bit different.." He scratched his head, staring at me and trying to figure out what was different.
"I forgot my glasses, you dimwit. I look no different-" I huffed in annoyance but I couldn't help but wonder if he thought I looked pretty. I was about to close the door when he stepped inside with a grin, walking to the table and starting to set it up. I rubbed my eyes and rushed to my room, going to grab my glasses. In my foolishness, I forgot about the shattered glass from the picture frame. I yelped as I felt a sharp pain in my foot, closing my eyes and quietly cursing under my breath. I quickly fell back on my bed, feeling tears prickle my eyes.
"Espresso?" I heard a booming voice echo down the hallway. My eyes went wide. The picture! I quickly scrambled to the floor, actively getting more glass in my skin as I tried to brush it all away under the bed, but alas I was too late. The grim sound of Madeleine's boots filled my ears followed by a gasp. "Espresso!! What happened? Are you hurt?" He rushed over to my aid, putting his hand on my back and using his other to try and help me up. I hissed in pain.
"G-Get out I'm fine-!!" I yelped. But he didn't listen. He stood up, holding me and softly putting me on the bed.
He gasped "Y-You have glass wounds- What in the divine's name were you doing crawling through broken glass!" He frowned a lot, my heart took that personally but I chose to ignore it, instead squeezing my eyes tighter, not allowing the tears to fall out. "Espresso. Where do you keep tweezers and hydrogen peroxide?" Madeleine said in a stern voice
I pointed shakingly to the bathroom. He quickly stood and walked to the bathroom. He took a minute before coming back with tweezers, a bowl, hydrogen peroxide and lots of bandaids.
"Okay let's get your hands first." He said, his voice a bit more soft now. He put the bowl down, gently grabbing my wrist and slowly pouring the hydrogen peroxide all over my hand. I yelped out loudly in pain, making him flinch. He quickly got up, slowly sitting behind me and holding me close to his chest. Normally I'd be absolutely freaking out, but right then I was in too much pain to care. He gently put his chin on my shoulder so he could still see what he was doing, but effectively comforted me. Tears started to spill from my eyes as I quickly closed them as he began to very slowly and carefully pull the glass from my wounds. I felt myself whimper quietly each time, but Madeleine didn't seem to care. He was laser focused, when he was done and effectively removed all the glass, he washed my hand with warm soapy water and wrapped it in bandages.
"Alright.. You did very well, then, Espresso.. But we have to get your other hand and your foot now.. Unless there's another place?" He said, his voice very caring and sweet.
"N-No where-" I mumbled, keeping my eyes closed.
Madeleine nodded and brought me back to sit down. It took awhile but eventually, he had effectively removed all the glass from my wounds. It still hurt like hell but I had relaxed immensely and the next two removals were much easier on the both of us. When all was said and done, he kept me in his arms, softly petting my head and rocking me back and forth like I was a baby. I felt my heart pound.
"Espresso..? How are you feeling..? Your heart is still beating very fast.." He whispered softly
"I'm fine." I retorted quickly, closing my eyes. This would be my first mistake.
"Am I alright to get up then?" Madeleine smiled a bit but it was weak unlike his normal huge and wide ones.
I nodded. Second mistake.
I watched as Madeleine stood up and grabbed a broom. I rubbed my eyes, I still hadn't got my glasses on. I grabbed them and put them on to see Madeleine, kneeled over and staring at the picture. The picture I had kept so well hidden. His expression was blank. I felt my heart drop as I didn't say a word or make a single sound. He slowly stood, gently walking over. I stared down at my bandaged hands. He softly laughed, gently putting the picture in my lap.
"I thought you said you burned it and hated it.." He said quietly, his voice was sad but still oh so sweet.. He slowly sat down next to me.
"Well obviously I didn't.." I mumbled back, staring at the picture
"I can.. Give you more if you like them so much?" He gave me that charming dumb smile.
"You dumbass.." I mumbled, rubbing my head very lightly so as not hurt my hand. "I don't like the picture, I like you."
Madeleine went silent before he hugged me tight, a soft gasp squeezing its way from my lungs. "I like you too, Espresso! I thought.. You hated me-" He laughed nervously
I felt my cheeks flush "Wait what? You like me too? Why the hell did you tell me!" I hissed
"That's why-" He giggled "But it's part of your charm, Espresso.." He sighed happily "So what from here..?"
"Uh.. I dunno.." I mumbled, staring down at my hands again.
Suddenly I woke up, squeaking and blinking slowly. The dark of my room was a shock. I softly felt next to me to find his hand, gently taking it and feeling our rings softly clink together. I felt him stir, a soft smile coming over my face as I laid back down, holding his hands tightly. He truly was my Madeleine.. I felt him lean in, softly kissing my forehead
"What woke you up, my moon..?" He whispered sleepily, his hands running to my hips to pull me closer. I softly shoved my face to his chest, peppering the soft skin with kisses.
"..I was dreaming about the picture incident.."
"I remember it as the glass wound Espresso incident-" He chuckled softly, putting his hand to the back of my head and running his fingers through my hair. I smacked his chest lightly, making him laugh a bit more. "You think there's a reason you were dreaming of that..?"
"Maybe.. Maybe because I love you a lot?" I whispered back, peeking up at him. He giggled and kissed me with his vanilla flavored lips.
"How flattering.."
"Oh shut up.."