Haiii!! Is it okay if I request Ler!Devan and Lee!Dandy fic , Where Dandy was originally upset backstage because of Delilah and Arthur pressuring him into doing good for the performance , and Devan cheers him up with comfort tkls ? I rarely see content of them 🥹/Nf/Pos
But no pressure at all^^ /gen
🎭 “Showtime Comfort”
(Ler!Devan | Lee!Dandy)
The backstage lights flickered faintly, their hum mixing with the muffled cheers of the crowd beyond the curtain. Props were scattered everywhere—confetti cannons, stage cards, spare microphones—but in the middle of it all, Dandy sat on a crate, slumped and silent.
The flamboyant performer’s usual shine was gone. His hat lay in his lap, his sleeves rumpled, and the glow in his eyes was dim.
He let out a shaky sigh. “They keep tellin’ me to ‘wow the crowd,’ Devan,” he murmured, voice cracking a little. “Arthur says I gotta ‘shine brighter,’ and Delilah—she just keeps smilin’ and sayin’ I’m fine, but I can tell she’s not happy. I can’t even tell if I’m doin’ good anymore…”
Devan stood nearby, adjusting his white vest absently as he listened. His brow softened, a rare break from his usual composed demeanor.
“Dandy,” he said gently, crouching down to eye level. “You’re you. That’s what everyone loves. Not because you’re perfect, but because you’re you.”
Dandy gave a small, humorless laugh. “Heh… I don’t feel like ‘me’ right now. I feel like some broken toy that’s just makin’ noise.”
Devan’s expression flickered with sympathy—then a tiny spark of mischief. “A broken toy, huh? …Maybe I can fix that.”
Dandy blinked. “Huh? Wha—”
Before he could react, Devan’s hand reached out and gently squeezed Dandy’s side.
“EEP—!!” Dandy jolted, a startled squeak bursting out of him. “W-WAHAHAIT!! Whahat’re you—hEHEHEHEHEHEE!!”
Devan’s calm, knowing smile grew as he lightly scribbled at Dandy’s ribs with practiced precision. “There you are. I missed that sound.”
“DEHEHEHEVAN, DOHOHON’T—!!”
“Oh, I think I will,” Devan teased softly, his tone full of warmth rather than mockery. “You were lookin’ way too serious. We can’t have the star of the show all gloomy, can we?”
“THIHIHIS—IS NOHOHOT—!! FAHAHAIR!!” Dandy squealed, his face flushing bright pink.
“Fair?” Devan chuckled, moving his hands up to poke gently under Dandy’s chin and around his neck. “Who said anything about fair, sunshine?”
Dandy kicked weakly, laughter spilling out in high, hiccupy bursts that made Devan’s grin widen just a little more. It wasn’t loud, playful chaos—this was soft, grounding laughter, the kind that melted away tension like sugar in tea.
“Dehehevan—! I cahahahan’t—!!”
“Shhh.” Devan slowed his hands to a gentle flutter along Dandy’s shoulders, voice low and kind. “You can laugh, Dandy. You need to.”
And he did.
The giggles came easier now—less frantic, more free. Dandy leaned against him, still shaking with quiet laughter, but the tightness in his chest had eased.
When Devan finally stopped, Dandy was smiling again—genuinely this time. He wiped at his eyes, still giggling softly.
“Y-you’re terrible,” he sniffed.
Devan smirked. “And you’re radiant again.”
“…You really think so?”
“I know so.” Devan straightened his tie, helping Dandy to his feet. “The crowd’s waitin’ for that smile, you know.”
Dandy chuckled, adjusting his hat and taking a deep breath. “Heh… guess I shouldn’t keep ‘em waitin’, huh?”
Devan nodded, patting his back. “That’s the spirit.”
As Dandy stepped toward the stage lights, he turned to grin at him. “Hey, Devan?”
“Mm?”
“If I knock ‘em dead out there… I’m blaming you for the warm-up.”
Devan’s grin turned wry. “Deal.”
And as the curtain rose, the familiar energy returned to Dandy’s eyes—sparkling, bright, and alive again—all thanks to a quiet moment, a few gentle laughs, and the calm care of one steadfast friend backstage. 🎭💖
