short Eldritch God DCA x Reader drabble
Eldritch DCA x scholar Reader
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You should be used to the feeling of being followed from room to room, but you aren’t. His presence is heavy, palpable in the air- like standing outside in the moments before a thunderstorm. It feels like he bends the lines of reality even without meaning to, gravity warping whenever he is near.
And yet you huff in frustration, turning to look at the Jester with folded arms. “Must you?”
“Of course!” All three voices answer in unison, then there is a small pause. He tilts his head, the decorative bells on his cap letting out the smallest of chimes to punctuate his confusion. “... Must I what, dearest?”
You drag a hand down your face. You would think a god, of all things, would be worldly enough to know staring was rude. “Watch me, like that. I have asked you multiple times if you could at least be subtle about it.”
“Oh, my Cupid!” He laughs as though you’ve told a wonderful joke, waving a hand as he wipes away a nonexistent tear. “Yes, of course we must watch you! We’ve waited this long, haven’t we?”
You cross your arms again, narrowing your eyes. “You keep saying that, but you never told me what you mean. Waited long for what, exactly?”
“You, my dearest.” He leans in, perching his head in his hands as he looks at you with a doting stare. “Always you.”
“Oh, dearest, you did come back!”
You roll your eyes. You had said you would, and you didn’t lie- it wasn’t in your nature. He was a trickster, so perhaps he was unused to the idea of truths… But it still made you feel almost insulted whenever he was surprised that you kept your word.
“Yes, despite my better judgement, I have come back.”
“Oh? And no praise for your most loyal Jester?”
You pause, setting down your bag slowly. You remove your cloak, trying to figure out just what, exactly, the mad god was needling you for now. “... What?”
You really regard him for the first time, and realize he’s perched on a large stone with all the energy of an overly excited dog- fidgeting restlessly, tail coiled tightly around him as if purposefully being restrained. He’s practically vibrating with some kind of eagerness, his expression pitiful, yet proud; he really was awaiting your praise, you realized.
“What do you mean, what? We did just as you asked! We waited right here for you, just as you told us to. Is that not worthy of some reward? Not even a single word?”
He leans closer, groveling in all but the literal sense. You have to stop yourself from rubbing your temple in exhaustion. Despite how frustrating he is, even for a god, there is something almost… endearing about how he bats his eyes and tilts his head just slightly. And he’s right- you had told him to stay put and wait for you, rather than accompany you to the nearby town.
You sigh. “That is true. I suppose you did listen to me, for once.”
“Of course we did! Aren’t we good?”
You don’t look at him as you hang your cloak. “Yes, yes, you did good, Jester. Now I need to-”
“Can you say that one more time? Pretty please, our dearest?”
“I- what? I already said…”
You look up and he’s not sitting anymore. Before you can protest, he has grabbed you under the arms and lifted you to be eye level with him, those large, dark eyes beaming at you with nothing short of adoration. With that wide, playful grin, he spins you for a moment, then bats his eyes at you again.
“Tell me- us- tell us we’re good. One more time? We waited for you, after all. Even though you took two hours and then some! We waited! So a little more praise isn’t too much to ask, is it?”
You’re dizzy, too dizzy to do much more than grumble for a moment, then close your eyes and sigh. He was as stubborn and insatiable as any other god you’d met. There would be no end to his pestering if you didn’t indulge him.
“Yes, okay, you did good. You are a good Jester. Now please, put me down, I want to put my things away-”
“Oh, my Cupid, you are so sweet to us…”
He winds all four arms around you and squeezes you, pulling you to his chest as he sighs and presses his face to the top of your head. You feel your cheeks flush and you squirm, lightly patting his chest with a fist; you weren’t exactly uncomfortable, nor was he squeezing you too much for you to be unable to breathe, but if you didn’t act disgruntled, there would be no getting away at this rate.
“Jester, I already asked you to put me down-”
“Good Jesters get an extra few minutes to hold their favorite little knight.” His sly voice says smoothly, giggling when you huff in irritation.
You should struggle and push him away, force your way out of his arms, but… Well, he did listen to your instructions and follow them, for the first time. You supposed you owed him a little extra affection, if only in the hopes it would encourage him to listen more often.
“... You are a strange god.”
“Love does that, or so we’ve heard.”
