#knave x reader

“U-Uhm, welcome… w-what drink would you like?” You stuttered, scolding yourself on the inside as you chewed on your lower lip.

She opened her lips only to close them, gaze observing you ever so carefully. Your voice and breath were caught in your throat, silence so loud that you try your hardest not to squirm under her dark eyes.

All of a sudden, a sweet smile was on her lips.

For a moment, you were enchanted, but only for a moment.

“Do you have any suggestions, perhaps?”

You realized: it didn’t fit her at all.

Not as much as the scowl earlier did.

COLUMBINA

Your breathing shallowed as you barely felt anything from your skin, muscles stiff and nose prickling in bolts. Cold. When people warned you about the weather in Snezhnaya, you could never have guessed you’d feel even worse than you already expected. You could barely even utter a complain or even a grunt. Your head spins and you could barely find yourself thinking any coherent thought in mind except for one thing. Warmth.

You did not feel it, but your lips quivered as it slightly parted to sigh a breath out, you only realized you were breathing when you saw the air come out of your mouth.

Then it came.

A voice ever so sweet, like a damsel waiting for the distressed traveler over the land full of pure white snow.

You followed the singing voice without any other thought, body blindly exhilarated and brain enraptured over its beauty and presence.

Like an angel.

You staggered as soon as you reached partly dry land, legs numb and knees buckling over that you failed to catch yourself until your gloved hands fell on the surface, steadying yourself despite your uncooperative muscles.

“You passed the test.”

Your head shot up immediately as soon as you heard the voice–the same voice that you heard not and followed, all belonging to a girl with long dark hair perched over a tree, watching you like a hawk draped on a dove’s clothing.

She smiled, but you could barely see it until you heard her giggle sweetly, hopping and landing ever so gracefully over the ground, a few steps away from you.

You could not find yourself backing away, especially not when she stepped forward and extended her small hand. By now, you could see the smile on her face, and only then did your body finally reacted, a shiver running its way to your spine without any warning.

“Welcome to the Fatui, new recruit.”

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Letting out a sigh, you toyed with the biscuit on the plate and broke off a corner. “Mandatory pause, actually. Apparently I’m on the verge of a burnout or some nonsense.” You explained.

“Did you try Mr. Gold? Doesn’t he have a knack for bending the rules when it works in his favour?”

Chuckling, you put the sweet treat in your mouth. “He barred me from the shop saying ‘If you ignore the strict instruction to rest, I’ll turn you into a coat rack, dearie’. It’s like the whole town is against me today.”

Granny came by and handed the Knave his drink. He frowned when he noticed the lack of a sweet circle addition.

“What no biscuit? I thought we moved past the cookie-tin break in?”

Granny smiled as she moved towards the back room. “I’m still waiting for a replacement.” She said and disappeared behind the door.

The Knave sulked for a few seconds and then reached into his jacket and pulled out a flask to pour the contents into the coffee for an extra kick. Smelling the strong alcohol, you picked up the rest of your biscuit and handed it to the man.

“We can’t both be having a bad day.” You offered.

Taking it, the Knave raised his cup to the air. “To bad days and strong coffee.”

You mirrored his action and lifted your own to meet his with a soft clink. “To good friends and biscuits.”

You both took a good sip and gave a satisfied hum. The bell to Granny’s diner sounded once more and footsteps grew louder until they reached the duo.

“Y/n, I’m glad you’re here.” It was Henry. He appeared almost breathless as if he had been running around.

Setting the teacup down, you gave the boy a warm hug. “It’s always great to see you.” You smiled. “Were you looking for me?”

“I needed your help in finding my mom.”

“Emma? She’s down by the harbour I think.”

“Not Emma.”

Your mental visuals transformed into the next maternal figure in the boys life. If Regina’s son didn’t know where she was, then she didn’t want to be found.

“Henry, when Regina’s tucked away in one of her hidden spots it’s usually hard to find and protected by magic.”

“Exactly.” Henry’s voice had a optimistic note. “Hard - not impossible. You know the locations and I know how upset she is. Between the two of us, we can find her.”

You knew better than to bother Regina when she was in a mood and holed up in one of her hideouts. But you also knew that nothing good came from the woman being left alone.

“A side-quest?” You wondered, lifting your cup and downing the last bit of the coffee. “I can do that. I’ll just wrap up here and meet you outside.”

Henry hugged you tight with a grateful thanks and ran outside.

You stood up and as you picked up your jacket, the Knave frowned, swivelling around in his chair.

“Hold on a bloody minute, you’re supposed to be on a day off.” He reminded.

Fasting the buttons, you pointed to his hand. “I gave you my biscuit, I think we’re even.” You winked. “See you around and stay out of trouble.”