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6 x Reader (can be perceived as platonic)
// Vertin & Reader (934 words)
a/n: This is inspired by the daily sign-in about the 66 pounds of honey as well as the headache I had the whole day. Enjoy!
In Apeiron’s polite society, rumors are bound to add up. From gentleman to misses, to the children by the road all murmured at hand that the honey supply sourced from Miss Bunny Bunny’s farm depleted within the matter of three days. Three days!
And in the wake of such travesty laid their ruler, languishing in his office for who knows how long. In short, 6 found himself in a headache so severe that none before him had suffered.
You weren’t entirely welcome by his people given your identity as an irrational number, but since you belonged to the Team Timekeeper, the tight-lipped residents tolerated your arrival.
Since the moment you first arrived on this island you made sure you abided by every rule this place has to offer, regardless of how absurd some may be. However, your unconventional behavior and tendency to act out of line made others wish there were more.
Instead of discussing the matters with Apeiron’s department head of trade and transportation, you waltzed directly to the top of the mountain where 6 was.
“Good morning sir!” you opened the door, taking the diffuser out of the bag.
6’s personal office was pristine as usual, with the sole exception of his menagerie of books piled up around the corners. At the very center, the man himself ached. Head-ached if you will. His dull lazurite eyes gleamed when he saw you by the door.
“...You’re back? So soon?” he froze when you gave him a hug, unsure of where to place his hands. In the end, he awkwardly patted your back.
“I came as soon as I heard,” you replied, “Vertin told me all about your headache so I got you a diffuser. You have electricity around so I figured I can plug this thing somewhere”
And with that a strong mint scent wafted around the room, calming both of your thoughts.
When it reached all the corners of the room, you decided to sit next to him to hear about his day. 6 was hardly as talkative as you so the room lingered in silence.
“......”
“......?”
He relaxed for a brief moment because of the essential oils but then his brows furrowed again to the point of nausea.
“Hey, woah there.” you stood up and steadied him, accidentally touching his bare chest in doing so.
You flinched at the sensation and rubbed the feeling against his sleeve. Are you sure this honey incident is the only rumor spreading around Apeiron?
“Ahem! sorry‘boutthat but you don’t look alright at all sir!”
“You don’t have to concern yourself with this,” he said weakly, “These are my bearings alone”
“I don’t care! I’ll bother you as much as I want, even if you throw me to the Gorgon current!” he sighed at your words, “Hmm? You’re kinda stiff here, I can massage that”
“What-”
You sat him down with his back facing you. There were several hidden pockets of bubbles inside his shoulders and some on his temple that it can’t be ignored further.
He winced a lot as you worked your way through his cold spots. “Urghh, hmm it’s not as bad as I thought…..it’s somehow pleasurable?”
“See? There’s less bubbles than before,” you said, “Still got to work on them though”
He winced again as you doubled down on your efforts.
Several hours later….
Your hands were already sore from eliminating most of his cold spots. Even though you were determined to get rid of all of them, you stilled when he slumped against you. The man was knocked out cold!
The view outside was already dark and by that time it dawned upon you that it was already late. How am I going to bring him home? I can’t have him passed out on the floor, his people will hate me!
“Ah, so you were here all along”
“VERTIN!!!”
Panic shot up as if you were a lowlife criminal handling a porcelain vase. You raised your hands.
“I tried the diffuser but it didn’t work so I tried to massage him,” you trembled, “I swear I didn’t poison him or anything, he’s just knocked out cold!”
“You need to calm down,” Vertin said, patting your hand, “It’s alright, I believe you. Can you assist me in bringing him home?”
And so you did. The silver-haired timekeeper gently laid the blanket over his bosom and placed his crown by his bedside.
“There’s no need to feel guilty over this, in fact I believe you’ve given him a piece of mind” she said
“I can’t believe he got all worked up over honey,” you added “Is there any way we can salvage the incident?”
“I’m sure we can. Miss Bunny Bunny has procured another batch,” she replied, “Now we can make up for all he ate.”
“Haha good thing–ate?” your eyes darkened, “He ate that all???... in three days no less?”
“....”
6 woke up. The man ended up being jolted back to consciousness from your rage alone. You grabbed him.
“Are you out of your goddamn mind!?”
He tensed.
“Do you think you’re Winnie the Pooh? Do the laws of loon apply to you? Don’t give me this nonsense! Go see the doctor!”
“....”
“Don’t test me. Resist and you’ll cease to exist”
And so for the next several months, he alongside Vertin, underwent a rigorous dietary journey to cut off their sugar intake: 6 with his honey and Vertin with her Picrasma. All of it was monitored with your careful, hawk-like eyes.
Was it agonizing? Yes. Were they better for it? Absolutely. In the end, you single-handedly rescued them from diabetes. The End.
a/n: I felt frustrated since I've only begun writing fanfiction 8 months ago. I was unsure how to improve my writing process or where to move forward so I gave myself the permission to write ugly. I hope that making something as short as this can give me the gratification and the boost for other works. Feel free to comment, like and reblog! It really helps me.
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