pjsk boys x gn reader where the reader like cries a lot? over everything? (hurt/comfort) only if youre comfortable!
thank you so much, dont forget to take care of yourself!!
I'm right here<3
Fantasista Squad + Vocaloids x gn! Reader
ā®A/N: I LOVE THIS SM?#??#?#!# anyways, im planning to upload a full on fic instead of hcs, stay tuned!
ā®Synopsis: pjsk boys comforting reader tee hee
ā®Warnings: none!
ā®taglists: @toyaslove @nogenderbee @akitosheart
Rui Kamishiro
-found it endearing how you cry at the most simplest of things, whether it'd be from a sad movie, or even a happy movie, you'd cry nonetheless
-hes a big tease, so he'll tease you from time to time, not too much to get you crying though
-is really good at comfort, he'll have one of his robot pets come to you if you're looking for company
-is very good when it comes to comforting you when you're having a breakdown, he'll wipe your tears with his thumb and whisper some positive affirmations to you.
-likes it when you cry from his shows, it makes him happy to see how his beloved loved his work so much, theyre crying of joy
-easily gets used to it for some reason.. hes close with nene so he probably knows how to calm you down
"Shh, shh.. let it all out y/n.. im here" rui whispers, brushing some hair away from your face, giving you a warm, yet charming smile
Tsukasa Tenma
-sunshine x rain?? That's a rare sight! Tsukasa's a ray of sunshine, so even if you cry a lot, don't fret cause kasa is here!!
-he'll do his absolute best when he sees you sobbing, even if it means embarrassing himself in public..
-tries his absolute best when comforting you, even if he gets things mixed up, or doesnt say much, just know hes there
-calms you down with words of affirmation, he'll shout, whisper, mumble things to you, just to see you calm down
-gets wayy to proud when he sees you crying(of happiness) when watching his shows, to him, it's the best compliment!
-gets mixed up when you cry out of happiness or sadness, once he sees a tear come out of your eye, he assumes the worst..
"Y-y/n..?! A-are you okay?!?!!" He asks, holding you by the shoulders, seeing you shake your head and give him an assuring smile made his heart calm down. "Happy tears? Good! The only tears i want to see from you are your happy tears!" He shouts, wrapping an arm around your shoulder.
Toya Aoyagi
-toya is unaware.. oblivious perhaps?
-he sees you crying, whether something bad, or good happens, still, he tries his best to cheer you up if you cried out of sadness
-at first, he doesn't know what to do, yes he'll mess things up, yes he doesn't know what to say, but!! He is trying his best!!
-toya prefers listening, so rant, yap, tell him how you feel, tell him why you cried, he'll listen to it all. Yes he'll respond with nods or "mhm's" but he really is listening
-will give advice occasionally if you asked ofcourse
-he is prepared as ever, he'll bring tissues, wet towels, handkerchiefs, you name it, he has it
-if he sees you full on breaking down, he'll give you a hug, combing your hair, patting your back, he wants you to know that he's there to listen
-sometimes he gets it mixed up, when he sees you crying, he'll give you a confused look
"Y/n? Are you okay.?" He asks, tilting his head to the side, seeing you nod and give him a warm-hearted smile, calming his nerves down. "Ah.. that's good"
Akito Shinonome
-akito doesn't like fakes, so seeing you, expressing how you truly felt, makes him happy.
-doesnt know what to do at first.. he'll be awkward at first but he'll gradually get used to it
-if he sees you crying out of sadness, immediate mi hug from him, he'll let you yell, scratch, hit, as long as you let those feelings out
-stays by your side. Have you been crying for half an hour on the bench? He'll stay, even if the sun sets, he'll not leave you alone until you have calmed down
-can easily tell if things are too much for you, one look from you, he can tell you're overstimulated or about to cry, he'll escort you immediately.
-just like tsukasa, if he sees you crying out of happiness, he'll tease you, not letting it die down
"I'm glad you liked my performance y/n- oh? Is it that good your crying?" He teases, rubbing your hair a little. "You should cry more during my performances, yknow, gotta show them how our performance reaches someone so deep it can make them cry" he added, followed by a chuckle.
WXS KAITO
-he'll always be there for you, sunset x rainy type of relationship
-hes the best with words and affection, if he sees you crying, he can cheer you up in an instant
-will bring your comfort foods, things, anything! If it meant to see you smile
-hes not only good with words, but also a good listener, he'll nod, and sometimes ask questions, or even give advice
-will hug you tight, no he wont let go, he'll hug you still, until he sees your charming smile, thats when he'll let go
-likes wiping your tears away, he'll cup your cheeks and wipe the tear off your face with his thumb.
"Shh.. its okay y/n, im here.." he says, looking at you with warm and loving eyes, waiting for you to embrace his, as you embrace him, he lets out a sigh, patting your back. "Yes, yes... I know it's hard.. but, i know you can do it dear.. I'm here" he says, his voice calming as ever, making you melt right into his arms.
N25 LEN
-len gets how you feel, he isnt a crybaby, but he'll sort of.. understand you, resonate with you? He is a scaredy cat though
-he doesnt know what to do when he sees you crying, he'll awkwardly give you a hug and just pat your back
-does that mean he doesnt care? No! He just doesnt know how to show it well, yes he may come off as awkward but hes trying
-just like the others, he often mistakes you that youre crying from sadness, so even if you have happy tears he'll assume its sad tears
-lights up once he knows you were actually crying from happiness, he thinks its a nice thing that something made you so happy that your actually crying
-very good with words, he'll listen and give advices too
"I-its okay y/n.. im here" he says awkwardly, yet warmly. Len wraps his arms around you, he is shorter than you so he nuzzles onto your neck, patting your back even. "Let it all out, don't hold back.."
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š» Realizing they have fallen in love with their best friend
Tsukasa Tenma
You two have spend all afternoon working on the new script, Tsukasa was more motivated and energetic than usual, unable to stop coming with ideas and moving around already picturing the staging, neither he was able to stop looking at you with every new thing he said, smiling even more when he saw you smiling. And it was after saying goodbye when the realization hit him, on his way back home his steps slowed until he stopped completely, staring into nothing as his cheeks started to burn when he realized that he was actually in love with you
Rui Kamishiro
He actually have known for a while but simply accepted without making a big deal out of it, but today was a bit diferent, Rui has been working on a new invention for days, a bit too excited to worry about anything else who needs to sleep anyways? and finally it was done! The very next day he walked to you at the first oportunity and with his prideful and mischievous smile he presented his creating to you, made specifically to help you since you been struggling with something lately, and when you actually accepted it, smiling at him as you thank him was the moment he knew for sure that he was in love
Akito Shinonome
It wasn't unusual for you to hang out after school, sharing some snacks while joking about the day, it was always relaxing and somewhat comforting (not that he would ever admit it out loud), but you two were there, sitting side by side while he was making you laugh with something he was complaining about, he was about to tell you to don't laugh at him when he looked back at you and the words never came out, staring for a moment before Akito was able to look away before you even caught a glimpse of his flustered expression, hiding the blush as best as posible and complaining to brush off his feelings, mentally cursing himself for thinking just now that you looked absolutely gorgeous or how much he wants to kiss you
Touya Aoyagi
You two were hanging out, simply going throught the shelfs of a store that caught your eye to kill time, he was actually having fun but when you turned around to tell him something funny Touya suddently felt nervous when noticing how close you two actually were of each other, it wasn't new or weird and you didn't mind neither, still he tried really hard to put some distance while keeping the conversation, making sure you didn't noticed it and looking away at the same time you did to try to calm down his raicing heart and pushing away the fact that he have fallen in love with you, not wanting to admit it even to himself yet
Len Kagamine
You two have spend all afternoon at Crase Cafe talking about everything and anything, passing from sharing stories to simply talking about random facts, time flew by at it wasn't until MEIKO came to the cafe that you two realized how long it have passed, almost running out of the place when you relized how late you already were to the metting with the others to practice, Len understood but he still feel a bit sad that you left, MEIKO teased him for his crush on you and he tried to deny it but she knew better, it wasn't her intention to pry but she insisted a bit more, making him to stop to thinking about just to end up feeling embarrased for being caught by MEIKO before he even undestood it
KAITO
You two were hanging out, spending time talking about nothing in particular and sharing a laugh, it wasn't nothing out of the ordinary and yet it felt so special and just as both falled in a comfortable silence the thought of how he wished that this moment would never end took him by surprise, KAITO took a moment to think about it but the further the thought grapped around his mind the more he found himself wishing for more moments like this, to this happiness to never end, to this love to never cease, it would be a lie to say that he wasn't surprised for his feelings but it was a pleasant surprise, and he just smiled at the fact that he have fallen in love with you
I think it would be interesting to have a reader insert for the Vocaloid night series. Like a combination of the manga and songs
ITS FINALLY SUMMER HOLY HELLšššš, ahem, so Iāll (hopefully) be posting and writing lots more bc well I have the free time- if you havenāt read of listened the Night Series plz do bc itās super good. Thereās 4 song and theyāre all of different POVs of the characters, if you want to listen to them just search up Bad end night and theyāll all appear!
Editing: This is going be a part series bc I wrote a LOT more than I thought I would(poor tpn oneshot that was like 100 words), so just consider this part onešššššš
Crack.
The glass of the grandfather clock shattered into hundreds of pieces. Some of the audience gasped, some were confused if it was part of the script or not, and some laughed or let a small giggle surpass their lips at the lead actorās obvious embarrassment.
The other actors on stage were just as baffled, the āDollsā winced, the āLadyā gasped, the āMistressā sighed, the āMasterā huffed, the āMaidā covered her mouth, and the āButlerā was angered.
Humiliation covered the āVillage Girlā all throughout her body, it was like time stopped working and everyoneās stares were lasering right into her soul. She never bothered to pick any of the glass up, instead fleeing off of the stage and past a side curtain that lead towards the back stage.
āExcuse me, pardon me, sorry, forgive me,ā were the only words she could mutter as she pushed past the other stage workers. Her mind was in hysterics and she just couldnāt have the patienceās to pass them politely with bursting out into tears.
āMiku!ā
A hand, soft yet cold grabbed her shoulder firmly, stopping her right in front of a stair case that lead down into the lower floor of the facility. It belonged to a familiar, voice that couldnāt be anyone other than a certain stage crew member, no one other than Name. You had only been working as an off set producer for roughly two months. Yet the compassion and the care for the other workers radiating from you, only high schooler were no doubt a reason to be familiar with the your presence.
āO-oh. [Name], itās nice to see you- did you see what I did! Itās horrible!ā Miku whined, tears threatening to spill from her eyes. Though as much as she wanted to, the thought of crying in front of someone that perhaps looks up to her is a thought she never even wanted to cross her mind.
āHey itās okay, everyone knows it was just an accidentā¦we all make mistakes.ā The previously shock from you was now replaced with a nervous feeling. The want to comfort the actor but also the need to try and make her go back on stage, for sheās the whole reason the plot moves along. Without her, the supporting characters could only improvise a chat as they waited for her return.
āBut thatās the problem! I made a mistake. That was never suppose to happen!ā Miku almost let a sob escape her mouth and instead grabbed your arm almost uncomfortably tight. āMiku you can still fix it, just go back on stage and pretend itās not-ā āNo!ā The lead actor let out a scream of unsuspected anger and in a rage shoved you down the case of stairs that were lead down deep into the building.
The case of stairs were long, so agonizingly long. The split second after you let out a shocked yelp Miku slammed her hands over her mouth and immediately felt lightheaded.
Thud. Thud. Thud. Thud. Thud. Gasp. Silence.
Fallen to her knees Miku slowly dropped her hands to the ground and let out quick and shallow breaths. Was anyone around? Was anyone yelling at her? Was anyone calling an ambulance? Before she couldāve looked around to check, her vision turned black and she passed out, her body leaning forwardā¦and down the stairs.
Thud. Thud. Thud. Thud. Thud.
ā¦
Awaken by the sounds of a distressed individual, your eyes fluttered open only to see Miku staring at your face with relieved yet wide eyes. āYouāre awake..good.ā Miku let out a sigh as she spoke, tugging at your sleeve so youād get up. Begrudgingly, you did. āWhy are you here [Name]? Youāre supposed to be backstage right? I mean, I just woke up and you were laying next to me.ā
As she said your name you head to the side, why were you here? You are supposed to be backstage, helping with lights, microphones, costumes, everything. Maybe you canāt remember because of the merciless pounding ache in your head. The kind that makes you want to close your eyes and just sleep through it all. āHow did this pain come?ā You had wondered.
āOh..I dunno, I canāt remember anything from before waking up. Isnāt the play supposed to be going on now? Where are the other actors?ā If you were good at anything, it would be asking questions. Either being a filler question or genuine curiosity, it didnāt matter to you.
Miku ignored your questions and let out a sigh, stood up from the bed, walking towards the open and large window that showed the undeniable eeriness of the dark. The moon had shone a bright white, only being the sole light source of the entire forest..forest? āItās still dark? How couldā¦ itās not supposed to be dark!ā
āMaybe we didnāt sleep that long?ā āNo..ā Miku put a hand on her chin like a detective, as if itād help her come to a conclusion faster. āMy hunchā¦my hunch is telling us to find everyone else. Like you asked the others should probably be here, so theyād help us, definitely.ā You sat up from your previous laying position, and even though it hadnāt helped your headache whatsoever, exploring was a much better alternative than lying and mopping around. āI guess so, but what if they plays happening like, right now?ā āNo way! Iām not suppose to actually sleep, plus you arenāt supposed to be here, and itās actually nighttime.ā āOh.ā
Once you both had made up your minds, Miku opened the door with an almost a facade of confidence. Walking out into the hallway, the duo were stunned to see how real place looked. Like an actual mansion, there could be no backstage or props anymore, that fact alone startled the pair into a silent shocked state. Until, the sound of chatter could be faintly heard from a different room of the place. Thanks to their silence, it was distinguishable that there was around 7 residents in the building.
āOh, this is good [Name], I can hear the others in that room over there! Ehehe..ā Miku stated, a small giggle from her was filled with obvious nervousness. She turned her head towards your figure, trying to see if you had the same weariness about the place that she had. And sure enough, your demeanor was off more than it was when you both were in the bedroom.
āYeah but, if itās nighttime why are they still here? They should also be sleeping in their own homes. Notā¦here.ā You held your hands together in front of you, fidgeting with your fingers. āWell, the only way to know to see them ourselves.ā Miku chimed, she tried her best to give you a reassuring smile but it was futile. The look in her eyes was a dead giveaway.
Despite her doubt Miku lead you both towards the door where the voices were coming from, it was hard to tell what they were talking about. Either because of the headache that desperately wanted to take up all your attention or because of the way Miku let out a small hum with each step she took. Eventually however, Mikuās hand was placed onto the door handle and she opened it.
Inside that room lead to the main area of the second floor. The room was large, had tons of sofas and seemed vintage, along with the room had seven residents. A pair of blonde twins that seemed to be children, a lady with beautiful pink hair, a woman with a fan, a maid with green hair, a man with long purple hair tied into a ponytail, and a man with short blue hair who carried himself with confidence.
They were all recognized by the duo immediately. āItās the others.ā Miku whispered, a tang of joy in her tone. Though just as quickly as her joy arrived, it was quickly forgotten by the way the residents stared at you both. Seven pairs of eyes boiling into the deeps of your soul like no one, like they werenāt who they actually were. Back during the start of the play, you all were laughing and having a blast so whyās the tension so thick now.
Suddenly, the Maid lets out a small laugh that seems to brighten the mood slightly. āItās nice to see your both awake, but I suppose the tiredness is catching up to us all, no?ā She spoke with a smile and walk towards both you and Miku. āIndeed it is, if I had a pillow I could pass out on the couch right now.ā The Mistress unrolled her fan and took a seat on the small sofa, one that could only fit around two or three people.
You let out a nervous sigh at the two ladies interaction, itās odd. Theyāre acting so professional and uptight. Like howād theyād act on a stage, not when the shows not running. āWhy are we here and not at home?ā You thought that in your head again but you accidentally let it leave your lips, Miku and the others looked at you. It was a bit scary because youāve never spoken to them all at the same time before. Just one on one time.
The Butler shrugged his shoulders which caused his purple hair to swim backwards a little bit. āWell, itās strange. We can barely believe it ourselves but we all awoke here.ā āEveryone?ā Miku questioned quietly, leaning back to try and get everyone in her line of vision. āBut just where are we? Are we dreaming, because why are you both-?ā
āDolls, you ask!?ā You hadnāt notice it before but as the twins interrupted Miku, you saw shiny metal plates as a replacement for a single eyes on both what was āRinā and āLenāsā head. The pair of twins let out a laugh as they saw Mikuās face twist into slight horror and how you took a step closer to the door. You swear they both looked normal before, now-
āAll of US!ā The Doll Girl cheered, and as if by her words, slowly each of the residents faces revealed the same metal plates that replaced one of their eyes just like the twins. The Master shushed her after her sentence and just before he could explain himself,
Miku dragged you and herself out into the hallway.
Would u laugh at me if i asked for bunny Len š§š§š§
bnuuy...
The casino sometimes holds events that they think could gather more customers and burn their money in the casino. Usually, it wasn't anything big and of note ā they were always on a smaller scale until Camus suddenly gathered everyone one day and announced an event that made everyone's jaw drop. Of course, all of them respected Camus but for him to propose a bunny event?
No, unfortunately this isn't the type of event with actual bunnies. Ymir would strongly oppose to anything that involved real animals so the event Camus was talking about was dressing the staff in bunny outfits for a small period of time. Len... wasn't too fond of the idea. "Staff" included him, which meant that he needed to dress up like a bunny boy too. And he thought that he would rather die than put on a pair of bunny ears over his head.
Again, unfortunately, Len had little to no choice when the event was approved and was put into motion. Victor put the finishing touches on Len as he put on the bunny ears over his head ā "there we go! You look absolutely adorable, I'm sure there are going to be people fawning over how good you look."
Speaking objectively, it wasn't all that bad. He was dressed up in a usual black suit and tie with the addition of a pair of black bunny ears over his head. Though it felt as if it was missing something, something that would make Len hate it even more ā Victor suddenly snaps his fingers. "Oh, we almost forgot the tail!"
"The... What?"
"The tail! Don't worry, it's small and you can just clip it on to your pants. Turn around, I'll put it for you."
"Huhā!? No way...! Aren't these ears enough? You're gonna make me put on a damn tail too!?" Len crossed his arms and looked away, trying to avoid looking at the small ball of fluffy fur in Victor's hands. "Listen, I didn't complain... much about the ears so can you let me off the hook and spare me from that tail?"
"Oh dear, now that wouldn't be fair. Everyone else is wearing it, and I don't want you feeling sad if you think you're being left out."
"Trust me, I won't give a single damn about being left out."
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Teaching someone can take a lot of patience out of someone, and perhaps Primus Club should've thought twice than thinking it was alright for their prized billiards player to teach someone who had little to no experience at all. Knowing his foul mouth and short fuse, it was no question that he would snap eventually.
"This is the first time I've seen someone as bad as you." Len deadpanned, his hand on his hip and the other holding his cue stick. His expression was akin to someone seeing a baby trying to walk for the first time except he didn't like children much ā so instead of pride and joy it was disdain and a string of unnecessary comments.
"I can't help it, I've never played billiards before." You tried to reason with him, ignoring his snarky comments. "And you're just too good at this! Isn't it a bit unfair?"
"Hah? If you want someone else to teach you then good luck finding someone else." He crossed his arms. "Anyone else would cry at the sight of your skills ā you're just not cut out for this. I'm the only one who can teach your sorry ass."
You grumbled underneath your breath knowing full well that he was right. Everyone up until Len refused your request to learn under their wing and he was the only one who somewhat agreed to the arrangement although begrudgingly. Len sighed at the sight of your crestfallen expression, feeling a bit bad for using such harsh words knowing that you just wanted to learn. "Look. No one gets good overnight, it takes a lot of practice to build skill ā so, for now, why don't you just try scoring at least one ball? You haven't scored any at all in our practice matches."
Len threw a cue stick towards you and you barely managed to catch it. He rounded up the balls into the pool table and placed them in the triangular mold smoothly before turning to you with a coin in hand. "Heads or tails?"
"Heads." He flipped the coin. Heads. "I'll go first then."
You placed the cue ball in position and tried to aim at the balls. You drew your arm back to hit it only to feel Len grab your arm and stick himself to your body, his head placed over your shoulder as his hands guided yours to aim. "Your posture is all wrong. At this rate you'll break your back ā try to aim clearly and don't just think that you have to hit one of them. Predict where the balls will end up after they scatter and use them to your advantage. And your grip on the cue stick is wrong. Hold it tightly like this."
You almost jumped at the feeling of Len tightening his hold around your hand. Your mind was pacing a thousand miles per second with his face so close to yours. You could feel his breath against your neck and it tickled you slightly. "You're... You're too close. I can't focus like this."
You didn't know if Len purposely stuck himself to you like a stickybug to embarrass you but without looking at his expression, you can tell that his blank expression turned smug quickly. And you felt a ghost of his lips press themselves against your neck and you shuddered when he whispered, "you'll just have to get used to it. It's payment for making me teach you all of this."
WOOOOOOT!! IT'S PART 9!! HAHAHA, another late post but <333 I really got so carried away today. Anyways! We're so close to the end AND the release of the game!! Give yourselves a pat on the back for waiting this long! Hehehe <333
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Featuring: Members of the Casino Guild | Primus Club
Type: Headcanons
Prompt: Each character musing over why did you pick them to be your first partner in this journey
Warning: Pre-Game Launch Character Assumptions
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With the ball rolling into his park, Camus is free to do whatever he wants with it.
He can ignore it, use something sharp to pierce through its core and make it pop, or even take it in his hands and never let go.
He does none of those things, because not one of them leads to the best outcomes. And, If there is one thing he greatly despises, then it would be his very own plot laid to rest because of a single rash decisionāthe cards that heās meant to control backfiring on him and now itās him being manipulated by the cards, his mind panickedly yearning for thoughtless power.
So, in the end, his response is to nudge the ball back to you with his foot, letting you interpret it for what it is. When your eyes brighten at his response, he canāt help but lean back into the pleasing feeling that at the very least, you have a keen eye.
He gives you a personal tour of the casino, since this is where the two of you will end up spending the most time at. Heās a busy man, and already heās testing the very limits of his time management skills just by accepting a contract with you, but he can see that helping you out would eventually reward him with a great boon.
Heās courteous to you the whole, giving you the bare necessities of each component of this casino as well as the opportunity to learn more on your own. Heāll not have you slack off just because you have him in your arsenal now. Youāll have to prove yourself entirely as much of an asset, because his line of work isnāt for the weak and easily tempted.
To his utmost smugness, you do, and oh how beautifully you flourish under not only his care but also because of your efforts.
It takes quite a lot of time for the both of you to come to some sort of relationship above the contract, but itās an opportunity he allows to happen because youāve become something valuable to himāin all aspects.
Itās no rare sight to see you seated at his private table during work hours, conversing over important matters in hushed tones and mundane ones with evident zeal glowing upon both of your faces. Itās at a time like when you tell him that heās surprisingly fair for a man who runs a business that is supposed to be designed to have its patrons lose.
The snort that escapes him is entirely accidental and he covers it with a cough. He looks at you with an amused eye, playfully lamenting over how you just realized that now. Still, he canāt help but impart a piece of knowledge to youāthere is a difference between suffering from your actions alone and suffering because you are helpless. The casino targets the former but never exploits the latter.
As you listen to him, that smile on your lips continues to grow wider. You shake your head, the earrings heād given you gleaming on your ears, and tell him that he truly is a good person. He raises a brow at you and inquires if youād seen that when the two of you had first met, if thatās the reason for why youād chosen him.
You meet his gaze, your features softening, and your ankle bumps against his underneath the table before you launch onto an honest elaboration for your basis of him. He stays quiet the entire time and for a few more minutes after up until the both of you are being called for something at the bar. Your concerns over his reaction are short-lived when he offers his arm to escort you, keeping you snuggled close to him with his fingers entwined with yours for the first time. What couldnāt be done verbally could, after all, be done through actions.
āAre you interested in playing just one round with me? I promise you that the reward will be worth it. Ah, but that depends if you win against me, fufu. Donāt worry, I wonāt mess with the cards. I want to see whether or not Iām fated to receive a kiss from you tonight.ā
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In regards to the entire ordeal, Seven is completely apathetic.
From across the room, he merely meets your gaze and says nothing. He finds no reason to accept or reject your offer, since youāll be learning soon enough how much of a mistake youāve just made and break things off with him.
So, with that already decided, he gets up and leaves the room, intending to get some shut-eye in whatever room he feels like sleeping in.
However, a handful of hours later, he suddenly feels the tremors of a rather violent earthquake. Prying his eyes open, heās dumbfounded to see your face, but he realizes soon enough that rather than an earthquake, it was you shaking him awake. He narrows his eyes, because just what do you want now? Did you really have to come and find him for the sake of informing him that youāll be switching meisters? And ruin his sleeping? (Not dreaming, never dreaming, not afterā)
His mind quiets itself when you finally speak up and, for some strange, strange reason, itās about a request that you need help withā¦? Heās confused now. Werenāt you going to end whatever partnership you wanted with him? Itās probably because heās too busy trying to sort out his thoughts that youāre able to pull him up to his feet and usher him out of the guild, yelling at Len that youāll be borrowing him quick!
Somehow, in some way, the both of you miraculously finish the job and you turn to him, offering to treat him out for dinner since this is the first request that the both of you have finished together.
He shrugs. It isnāt as if heād brought his wallet and working the entire day after months of doing nothing had taken a toll on his body. After slipping into the seat across from yours, he slumps over the table and tells you to wake him up when the food arrives.
It becomes a routine of sorts from thereon. You come every other day to wake him up, he radiates as little enthusiasm as you drag him out, the two of you finish up a request, and you take him out for dinner. Occasionally, the two of you would talk, more on your part than his, but whenever you have a question for him, heāll answer them. Sometimes, heād wake up to your fingers running through his hair and, for some reason, he always feigns sleeping just to have you pet him longer.
It puzzles him, this willingness of him to cooperate with you that seems more and more likely with each day spent by your side. He mulls over this for quite some time, and his agitation shows through how his fingers inch closer to where he keeps his last deck of cards thrown haphazardly beneath his bed. It takes a lot of willpower just to dig through the mess and pluck each card out, but when finally has the entire collection in one hand, it comes to him. This feeling he has for youāhe wants to know more about you. He wants to know just why do you put up with him, for however long does he have left with you?
The next day, he seeks you out, the corner of his lips quirking up when he sees how stunned you look to see him. He doesnāt waste his time, while heās still feeling motivated, and he asks you to play with him. You look confused but you agree nonetheless, asking him what the stakes are, and the smile that blooms on his face is entirely helpless because the guild really must have grown on you for you to ask that first.
After explaining the rules to you as well, he plays a quick game of blackjack with you. The first to five wins gets to ask the loser a question, the entire thing really up to fate, but he remembers being loved by the cards, by the risks, by the gamble of it all, and he wins five-to-four.
You donāt look surprised by his win; if anything, youāre beaming brightly at him, having clearly enjoyed playing against him. Your eyes do widen when he asks you what has been weighing on his mind, but you give your answer to him freely. Your hands over his feel warm and he notices, for the first time, how he doesnāt feel as empty on the inside as he did before meeting you.
"...What? Is it morning already...? Oh. The food's here. Thanks. Hey...I'm still feeling really tired from carrying all those stuff a while ago. Could you feed me?"
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The makings of a scheme have already been brewing in the back of Ymirās head even before you make your decision.
Heās been expecting you to choose someone else because, from a realistās perspective, there were plenty of other meisters who are wealthier, more powerful, or of a higher status than he is. Heās been prepared to leave an impressionable mark on you in the future then keep his distance, letting him dangle himself in front of you like a carrot to a donkey so he could reap favors from you.
However, much to his surprise, you chose him, throwing a wrench into his plans. And oh, what a pretty wrench youād given him, all served up on a golden platte. Youād practically eliminated all the other problematic variables in his plans, making everything infinitely easier for him.
To reward you, when you stretch your hand out for a bland handshake, he uses the opportunity to pull you in close, his other hand snaking around your waist before splaying itself across your back. He grins at you, hiding his teeth behind a dazzling smile, and tells you in a coy voice how he canāt wait to get to work with you~
He takes pride in his ability to turn your cheeks a pretty red, and he lets go of you before you could get your voice working, resisting the urge to whistle a jaunty tune.
Much to his delight, the two of you get along extremely well with each other even after completing just a handful of simple requests. You have proven a number of times how professional you can be with your job, respecting both the boundaries heās set up as well as his usual schedule at the guild and with his clients. Still, that doesnāt make you antagonistic towards his behavior, even if you do narrow your eyes at him when he starts invading your personal bubble. Youāre open to him in your conversations, and you always turn to him to ask for suggestions in regards to important decisions.
He appreciates your attempts at inclusivity, because people tend to forget that beneath his charming smiles lies a box of ideas sharper than any knife in the kitchen. In response to such thoughtfulness, he gives you his honest opinion and he has to put up an effort to ignore the pleasure that curls in his gut whenever you incorporate them into your plans.
He doesnāt know exactly when or how his frame of mind towards you shifts. Youāre still a stepping stone, donāt get him wrong, but he knows somethingās...off when he catches sight of you from across the guildās parlor.
Nothing about you seems particularly different than usual. Neither your hair nor your outfit look out of the ordinary, but thereās a certain radiance that you give off that ensnares his attention every time, keeping his gaze trained on you rather than the person heās supposed to be escorting.
At first, he thinks youāre under some kind of magic spell, but that doesnāt appear to be the case when he checks. He has his hands on your cheeks, squishing your face, as he stares at you for one long moment, pondering, before it hits himāheās attracted to you, which shouldnāt feel like a world-shattering realization to him. He feels like an idiot, because out of everyone else, heās spent the most time with you and enjoyed it so of course heād feel this way towards you.
He doesnāt bring it up to you, because attraction is just a normal part of life, but he does start to become more active with fishing for compliments from you. Itās during one of his attempts when he asks you, a thought that has been weighing on his mind ever since his realization, just what made you pick him? Was it because he was the most handsome one there?
You give him a deadpanned look, to which he responds by feigning a gasp with a hand over his heart, but your apathy melts off to one of amusement. You place your hands on his cheeks, and he lets you with a wrinkle of his nose. Heād seen you eat a sandwich with those hands, so you better be grateful! His concern over getting any pimples disappear, though, when you begin to tell your reasons. With each second that passes, he can feel a strong flush rise to his face and oh, how he regrets letting you cradle his cheeks because thereās no hiding the heat of his blush there!
āHey, can you come a little closer? I just want to try something quickā¦ Hm. Hmmmmm. Yeah. I really do have impeccable taste. You look adorable in my jacket. Itās too bad that I donāt have a spare, but then again, youāre better off looking this cute only when weāre in private, ne?ā
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Call him arrogant or what not, but Victor has been anticipating your decision.
Although he doesnāt have any solid basis for his belief, thereās this familiar tingle that never fails to make its presence known whenever something distinct is about to happen to him. And ever since heād met you, that sensation has only grown stronger than ever until itās practically buzzing quietly in his ears.
Nevertheless, when you look towards him with such soulful eyes, how can he reject you? It isnāt in his principle to turn away any grieving customer, and heāll hardly start now.
He does give you a warning that mornings are usually when heās mostly available, considering that heās the only barista of a guild whose own version of a rush hour is when the stars come out to play.
He canāt resist the urge to ruffle your hair when you tell that you understand and that youāll work around it. Heās only known you for less than a day, but your commitment to your work rings endearingly to him. He assuages you, though, that heāll try to squeeze in afternoons as well once he gets Camusās permission so that you wonāt have that hard of a time, and he says this because seeing someone try so hard makes him want to support them even more.
Eventually, the two of you are able to finalize your schedules. Youāll seek him out every other day just before lunch time, work on some jobs in the afternoon, and join him in the casino at night where youāll get to understand the workings of the guild and summarize your reports.
Over the course of a few weeks, heās able to see first-hand how you acclimate to the rather different atmosphere of the guild. He appreciates the questions that you ask him about this game or that personās role or even about the system of chips used. Your curiosity is a wondrous thing, and he sees that whatever misconceptions you had of the guild are cleared with a much deeper understanding of the morals and business set here.
However, what he respects the most about you is how you stay quiet and try your best to act as disinterested as you whenever a patron comes to his bar counter to wallow in their misery. Heās well aware that this part of his job isnāt exactly in the description, nor is it an easy one, so the fact that you respect each customerās privacy to their own secrets is enough to make him slip a free drink towards your direction. Private matters, after all, should be resolved privately and by only the involved parties. People like you and him can either look away or merely offer suggestions.
You ask him, as you help him clean up during closing time, why he does what he doesālisten to peopleās problems and woes. He blinks, having gotten caught off-guard, and he mulls over this without trying to directly tell you that itās also a side ploy to gain loyalty from the customers. Finally, he settles on the essence of it. He does this because everybody deserves to know that they have at least one person cheering them on, because sometimes people need to be reminded that theyāll always have somebody wanting to see them succeed.
You hum, digesting his words, before you ask him if he could lend his hands to you. Bewildered but not once doubting your intentions, he presents his hands to you and you take them into your own. Then, to his surprise, you tell him that if ever he feels down or worried about something, then he should know that youāre always going to be cheering for him, so if whenever he feels like he needs someone to talk to, he can always turn to you.
Rarely does he hear the words youād just uttered, and he never expects to because itās his job to listen, not talk. Regardless, hearing you say them, knowing that you acknowledge his hard work, fills him with pride and validation and the warmth on his cheeks must match the warmth in his heart.
He gives you a shy smile in return, embarrassed to be caught like this. He squeezes your hand, his mind racing as fast as his heart is with thoughts of how fortunate he is to have been chosen by you. The why hangs in the air between the two of you, but he doesnāt entertain it. He can get to know your reasons, piece by piece, as your relationship with him deepens.
āOh! Youāre just in time! Here, try this. Itās my latest concoctionā¦ So? What do you think? Does it taste good? ...Ah, Iām glad you liked it! Actually, I got inspiration for it from you. See these layers? I used sweets that resembled your eye color for it, and I knew this was your favorite flavor soā¦ Itās a drink specially made for you!ā
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A surge of bashfulness suddenly fills Len when all eyes turn towards him.
He has no idea from where this unexpected meekness of his comes from. As someone used to the spotlight and pressure, it takes a lot more than a crowd looking his way to catch him off guard, even if some of these people are famous meisters.
Becoming partners with you is both an exciting and stressful experience. The former because he gets to travel to all sorts of places and bring back souvenirs for his guildmates, and the latter becauseāwellāthereās a lot of people who have been testing him being vertically challenged and all.
Heās been keeping track of all the people heās just added to his revenge list, and it makes him grit his teeth that the number of new members is larger than the number of requests the two of you have just finished. Of course, even with irritation churning in the knuckles of his hand, he remembers his manners and apologizes to you for causing you any trouble and youāve been nothing but kind and accommodating to him.
Nonetheless, although heās signed a contract with you, it doesnāt necessarily mean heās been traveling the entire time. Heās still needed back at the guild, but his special position allows him to be exempted from the guildās residency for at most three days a week. He spends them wisely, rarely using the maximum number of absences and only reserving it for particularly tougher quests that lead the two of you far outside of Lecordās territory.
At times, heāll complain about getting so many requests, but on the inside, heās secretly happy that more and more people are depending on the two of you as well as worried about his guildmates, specifically Seven who doesnāt seem to care about taking care of himself at all, and if he really is doing as good of a job he believes heās doing.
He doesnāt realize heās been working himself to the ground until you confront him about it, explaining to him how youāve been observing his sudden erratic behavior as of late and then asking if thereās anything on his mind because, as partners, the least you could do for him is to listen to his worries.
Heās eerily quiet, and you believe for a moment that youād probably overstepped his boundaries. To your relief, though, he sharply huffs out a breath and runs a hand through his hair. Neither of you speak up for a while until he looks you in the eye and asksāthis stays between us? in such an earnest voice.
He waits for you to give him a nod, studying your face the entire time. When he sees no sign of deceit or anything of that sort, he decides to take the risk. He holds his hand out for you and, when yours is above his, he drags you to another room thatās unfamiliar to you in all but the beautifully-crafted pool table sitting at the center.
A smudge of amusement lights up in the back of his mind when he sees how you finally realize just what the two of you are doing here. This time, he canāt quite suppress the laugh that bubbles free from his throat at the look on your face when he tosses you a cue stick. He gives you a pat on the back and tells you that it wonāt be a serious game and itāll be more of freely striking the balls into the holes regardless of the rules. He shares with you that he does this, sometimes, when heās feeling overwhelmed, when he just wants to lose him in the focus, in the trajectories, and in each clink of the cue balls hitting something.
As the two of you play your own version of billiards, he quietly tells you about whatās been weighing heavily on his mind lately, feeling himself grow lighter the more he confides in you. And, when all is said and done, he sees you move closer to him until youāre bumping shoulders. You're honest when you tell him, in no uncertain terms, that his guildmates must surely be looking after each other in his absence and would want him to enjoy the experience. The breath he'd been about to inhale gets trapped somewhere along the way when you suddenly raise your hand up to his cheek, a smile blooming unfairly beautifully on your lips, as you tell him that he has nothing to worry about as your partner, that he's been doing exceptionally well, and that you're glad that you chose him in the first place. He wants to ask why, but he curses how his tongue always seems to get tied up in important moments with you. No matter, he can always ask you when the next moment comes.
āHey...Here, take this. You deserve it after everything youāve done so farā¦ Huh? Did I make this soup? Yeah, I did, why? ā¦ Oi, I know that look on your face. Tch, donāt underestimate me. I do know how to make something as simple as this. So eat it all, ākay? Missing meals will get you sick, and thatās the last thing Iāw-we want!ā
