Chapter 1: sparkledoll req page.
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- only fluff!! (no smut cause...they're not there yet)
- no other ships beside sparkledoll, this is a sparkledoll fic, not a medhammer fic or anything else, do not request those.
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Chapter 2: royal tour.
Summary:
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“Up you go, princess!” Sparkles giggled, twirling in place with Dollmaker cradled in her arms. Her grin was as wide as ever as she twirled, making the room spin around them. “It’s time for the royal tour!” she declared dramatically, her voice full of playful affection.
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The soft afternoon light filtered through the curtains of their cozy little home, casting a warm, golden glow across the living room. Dollmaker sat quietly on the couch, her slender fingers gently cradling the three small dolls she held close—Folly, Tragedy, and Fury. Each one was lovingly made, with intricate details that showed her care. Their tiny embroidered faces rested against the bandages that covered Dollmaker’s body, her expression hidden as always. Yet, in the way she gently hugged them to her chest, there was a sense of peace and affection that radiated from her.
Across the room, Sparkles had been watching her girlfriend with that same look of joy she always had—the kind that filled the air with a little extra magic. Dollmaker was just so precious to her, especially when she was sitting there so quietly, lost in her own world of creations.
Suddenly, a mischievous grin spread across Sparkles’ face. She bounced up from where she had been, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "Dollyyyy!!" she sang out in a playful, sing-song voice as she darted across the room with her usual jester-like energy. Before Dollmaker could react, Sparkles swooped in, slipping her arms under her legs and back, effortlessly lifting her into a princess-style carry. Dollmaker, surprised by the sudden movement, clutched Folly, Tragedy, and Fury tightly to her chest, holding them snug as her eyes widened beneath her bandages.
“Up you go, princess!” Sparkles giggled, twirling in place with Dollmaker cradled in her arms. Her grin was as wide as ever as she twirled, making the room spin around them. “It’s time for the royal tour!” she declared dramatically, her voice full of playful affection.
Dollmaker’s heart fluttered, a soft blush creeping up beneath her bandages. She couldn’t speak, but the warmth in her chest and the way her face heated said everything she couldn’t. The sensation of being carried so gently, like something fragile and beloved, made her hold on just a little tighter to the dolls in her arms. Sparkles was her voice in moments like this, her energy, her everything.
"Oh, are you blushing under there?" Sparkles teased, her voice filled with adoration. "I can feel it!" She nuzzled her face against Dollmaker’s cheek as she walked, her soft giggles filling the air. "You’re too cute when you get shy, Dolly. I should carry you like this all the time!"
Dollmaker, despite her quiet nature, let her hand rest against Sparkles’ chest, holding onto her girlfriend as tightly as she could while still keeping Folly, Tragedy, and Fury safely nestled in her embrace. Her dolls were precious to her, much like Sparkles, and in this moment, all of them were together, wrapped up in the joy and love Sparkles seemed to overflow with.
As Sparkles carried her through the house, she made a big show of announcing each room like a grand tour guide. “And here we have the kitchen, where your royal highness’s favorite tea is brewed,” she said with a giggle, peeking down at Dollmaker as if expecting some kind of reaction. Dollmaker blinked up at her, her heart still racing, though her body remained soft and relaxed in Sparkles’ hold.
The tour continued, and as they entered the bedroom, Sparkles spun them both around once more. “And now, the royal chambers! Fit for my beautiful princess,” Sparkles said dramatically, her tone as playful as ever, but there was a sincere warmth in her eyes as she looked down at Dollmaker. “This is where all the best cuddles happen!”
Dollmaker’s blush deepened, though she kept her grip on her dolls steady. Even without words, she always felt so understood by Sparkles. The way Sparkles could read her every little movement, every shift in her posture, made Dollmaker feel more seen than she ever had before.
As Sparkles slowed her steps, she carried Dollmaker over to the couch, gently sitting down with her still held securely in her arms. They fit together perfectly, like two puzzle pieces. Sparkles leaned in, resting her cheek on top of Dollmaker’s head. “You know,” she murmured softly, her voice taking on a more tender tone, “carrying you like this… it makes me feel like I’m holding the whole world in my arms.”
Dollmaker let out a soft, breathy sigh, nestling closer into Sparkles’ warmth. Though she couldn’t say it, she wanted to tell her how much she loved her, how Sparkles made her feel so safe and cherished. Her dolls—Folly, Tragedy, and Fury—were snug in her arms, as if they, too, were part of this quiet but loving embrace.
Sparkles pressed a gentle kiss to Dollmaker’s bandaged forehead, lingering for a moment as if to pour all her love into that one soft kiss. “Love you, Dolly,” she whispered, her voice filled with tenderness.
Dollmaker’s blush spread again beneath her bandages, her head dipping slightly as she cuddled closer to Sparkles. She was still holding onto her dolls tightly, each one an extension of the love she felt for Sparkles. Though words were beyond her, Sparkles understood. The quiet, the warmth, the way she held her—all of it was enough.
Sparkles hugged Dollmaker even closer, their bodies nestled together on the couch as the afternoon sun bathed them in a golden glow. The world outside was quiet, but inside their little home, everything felt full of love. Even without words, Dollmaker’s heart spoke volumes as she lay in Sparkles’ arms, surrounded by the gentle warmth of her presence. And in that moment, with Folly, Tragedy, and Fury cuddled close, everything felt perfect.
Sparkles cuddled Dollmaker tight, still basking in the warmth of their quiet moment together. Dollmaker, nestled against her girlfriend’s chest, felt the love radiating from the jester like the soft glow of the setting sun. Her arms gently shifted, cradling her three little dolls snug against her bandaged frame.
As Sparkles nuzzled closer, Dollmaker’s eyes flickered down to the doll in the middle—Folly. She slowly lifted the little doll, her movements delicate and purposeful. Despite her inability to speak, Dollmaker had always found ways to communicate, and Folly was the perfect little messenger for moments like these. With practiced care, she made Folly’s small cloth hands move, turning the tiny doll to face Sparkles.
Sparkles noticed the movement and looked down, eyes widening with delight as she watched Dollmaker’s hands guide Folly to life. A wide grin spread across Sparkles’ face as Dollmaker made the doll’s little arms wave playfully, as if Folly was trying to get her attention.
“Oh, what’s this? Folly’s got somethin’ to say?” Sparkles giggled, eyes sparkling with excitement.
Dollmaker nodded slowly, her grip steady as she carefully manipulated the tiny doll. She made Folly’s little head tilt up, mimicking a speaking gesture, and then, as Sparkles watched in eager anticipation, she made the doll’s arms form a heart shape in front of its chest.
Sparkles gasped softly, her smile softening with a surge of affection. “Ohh… my Dolly,” she murmured, her voice filled with warmth. But Dollmaker wasn’t done yet.
With slow, deliberate motions, she brought Folly’s tiny hand up to Sparkles’ cheek, mimicking a gentle caress. Then, Dollmaker made Folly “speak” again by lifting its small arms up and down, as if the doll were shyly delivering the message. In her quiet, expressive way, Dollmaker communicated what was in her heart: through Folly, she conveyed the words she couldn’t speak herself.
“I love you too,” Sparkles whispered softly, finishing Folly’s unspoken message with a sweet giggle, her heart swelling. She brought her own hand up to press against Folly’s tiny hand, as if accepting the doll’s affectionate gesture.
Tears shimmered in Sparkles’ eyes, not from sadness, but from the overwhelming joy of the moment. She leaned down, pressing a tender kiss to the top of Folly’s little head, and then immediately planted a kiss on Dollmaker’s bandaged forehead, lingering there.
“Thank you, Dolly… I love you so, so much,” Sparkles whispered into the bandages, her voice barely above a breath, but full of all the love she held for Dollmaker.
Chapter 3: lunch time!!
Summary:
sparkledoll lunch!!
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The soft afternoon glow was replaced by the bustling warmth of a cozy café, the aroma of freshly brewed coffee and baked pastries filling the air. Dollmaker sat across from Sparkles, the bandages covering her body as pristine as ever, her head slightly tilted as she examined the menu. Though her expression was hidden, the way her fingers lingered over the pages suggested a quiet deliberation.
Sparkles, on the other hand, was brimming with her usual effervescent energy. She leaned forward with her elbows on the table, chin propped on her hands, watching Dollmaker with a wide grin. Her bright eyes sparkled with delight as they scanned over the neatly folded napkin Dollmaker had placed next to her plate. It was such a simple touch, but Dollmaker always had this way of making everything feel intentional and sweet.
“Dollyyyyy,” Sparkles sang in her playful, sing-song voice, tapping her fingers against her cheek. “What are you gonna get? Something sweet? Oh! Maybe something extra fancy, like a tower of waffles! Or, or—wait, let me guess—tea and one of those cute little cakes you love?”
Dollmaker’s hands paused as she slid the menu aside, the corners of her lips twitching beneath her bandages, though her face remained otherwise unreadable. Slowly, she raised a finger and pointed toward Sparkles’ side of the table.
Sparkles gasped dramatically, pressing her hands over her heart. “Are you saying you’ve already decided what I should get? Oh, Dolly, you’re too thoughtful!” She giggled, leaning forward just enough to peek over the edge of Dollmaker’s menu. “What is it, huh? Tell me, tell me!”
Without a word, Dollmaker gestured toward the menu’s dessert section, her finger landing on a colorful illustration of a three-layer strawberry parfait topped with whipped cream and a scattering of edible glitter. It was over-the-top, undeniably sweet, and practically sparkled. The perfect choice for her vibrant girlfriend.
“Dolly, you’re a genius,” Sparkles said with a delighted clap of her hands. “I was gonna pick that anyway, but it’s so much better now because you picked it!” She leaned forward, reaching across the table to squeeze Dollmaker’s hand gently. “But what about you? Are you sure you don’t wanna share? You could have the first bite, y’know.”
Dollmaker shook her head softly, the motion deliberate but kind. Then she tapped her own menu, indicating a more modest option—a simple cup of tea paired with a small fruit tart. It wasn’t flashy, but it was just the sort of thing she liked.
“Ahhh, always so classy,” Sparkles teased, leaning back in her chair with a grin. “You’re like, the elegant princess of my dreams or something.”
The waitress arrived to take their order, and Sparkles, with her usual dramatic flair, announced their selections as if reciting a royal decree. Dollmaker, meanwhile, nodded politely and offered the menu back, her movements measured and calm in contrast to her girlfriend’s boundless energy.
As they waited, Sparkles couldn’t resist filling the air with conversation, her words flowing in cheerful bursts. “Y’know, I was thinking—after this, we could go for a walk by the fountain! Or maybe stop by that little shop with all the glittery trinkets? Ooh, and I still wanna find something cute to match those dolls you made for me!”
Dollmaker tilted her head slightly, as if considering Sparkles’ suggestions, before nodding just enough to convey her agreement. Sparkles’ grin widened, and she reached across the table again, this time to trace her fingers over the napkin Dollmaker had placed so neatly earlier.
“You always think of the tiniest things,” she said softly, her voice filled with warmth. “Even this—folding the napkin like it’s a little gift. I notice it, y’know. And I love it. I love you.”
Dollmaker’s hands stilled for a moment before she slowly brought them together, as if cradling something invisible. The gesture was small, but it spoke volumes, and Sparkles knew exactly what it meant.
Their food arrived shortly after, and true to form, Sparkles made a dramatic show of the parfait, twirling her spoon in the air like a wand before diving into the glittering layers. Dollmaker’s movements were quieter, more precise, but every now and then, her gaze flickered toward Sparkles, watching the joy on her face with a subtle warmth of her own.
Folly’s tiny embroidered face was now turned toward Sparkles, its hands raised in a mock-pleading gesture. "Please," the doll spoke, its little voice a soft echo of Dollmaker's silent affection. It was almost as if Folly had become the perfect messenger, speaking the words Dollmaker couldn’t.
Sparkles leaned back in her seat, her eyes sparkling with the unmistakable delight of knowing that Dollmaker had been the one to make Folly speak. “I knew it!” she crowed, slapping her hands on the table with a laugh. “I knew you wanted some of this parfait, Dolly! C’mon, don’t be shy. You know it’s way too good to pass up!”
Dollmaker's expression softened even more beneath the bandages, and after a beat of hesitation, she finally lifted her hand to gently take the spoon from Sparkles. Her movements were slow but deliberate as she reached for the parfait, her fingers brushing against Sparkles’ hand as she accepted the offer.
Sparkles beamed, watching her with that usual joy that seemed to fill the space around them. “That’s my girl,” she murmured, her voice affectionate and full of warmth. “You can always try a bite, y’know. I’ll even let you have the first taste.”
With a small, almost shy motion, Dollmaker lifted the spoon, her fingers guiding it toward her mouth. Her gaze lingered on Sparkles, a quiet warmth in her eyes. In this moment, even without words, she had already said everything that mattered: she didn’t need the parfait to feel complete. She just needed to be here, with Sparkles, in this simple, unspoken exchange of love.
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