it was early in the morning. Y/N was lying in a king sized bed sleeping
The door opened revealing Beatrice. The great spirit quietly made her way to the bed, climbed onto Y/N, and leaned close to his ear
Beatrice: good morning, N/N
Y/N responded by grabbing her into a hug
Y/N: morning Betty
Y/N kissed Beatrice's forehead
Y/N: what brings you here?
Beatrice pouted
Beatrice: can't Betty hug her contractor when she wants, I suppose
Y/N tightened the hug
Y/N: of course you can
Beatrice: so, what do you plan to do today?
Y/N: probably go through all the mail I have
Beatrice: and then?
Y/N: no idea
Beatrice: you're a hopeless contractor, in fact
Beatrice hug Y/N back
Beatrice: but you're my hopeless contractor, in fact
Everything distorts and the sense changes to a hallway
Y/N was walking down the hallway, he noticed a blond, maid cleaning a window
Y/N: oh, the horror!
Y/N's antics caught the attention of the maid. Y/N walked towards her, spun around and fell backwards towards her. Frederica caught him before he could fall
Frederica: what is it, Y/N-sama?
Y/N: I caught a sickness, and the only cure is to stroke your tale~
Frederica sighed and shook her head
Frederica: if that's what will help you
out from Frederica's skirt, came a fluffy tale about half her height. Y/N got up as hugged itY/N: is it me, or is your tale getting softer?
Frederica: I brush it specially, just for you
Y/N: it's like a warm marshmallow
Frederica giggled at his response
Frederica: I don't know what that is, but if it's coming from you then it's something good
Everything distorts and the sense changes to a dining room
In the dining room was both Crusch and Anastasia, sitting near each other with a empty seat in-between them
Y/N opened the door to join them
Crusch: you're late
Y/N walked over to the empty seat in-between the two
Y/N: I am never late, nor am I early. I arrive precisely when I mean to
Y/N sat in between the two
Anastasia: so who was it this time?
Y/N: what "this time" are you referring to?
Y/N reached for a drink and sipped it
Anastasia: who'd you fuck?
Y/N choked on what he was drinking. Anastasia had a little laugh at his reaction. Crusch patted Y/N's back to help his
Crusch: Anastasia, you shouldn't say such things!
Anastasia: we're just havin' a little laugh, Crusch
Y/N cleared his throat
Y/N: thank you Crusch
Y/N gave Crusch a peck on the cheek, causing her to blush a bit
Y/N: and for your information, no one
Anastasia: it was just a little goof
Anastasia leaned into Y/N's arm
Asia: how about I feed you, to say sorry?
Crusch grabbed Y/N's other arm
Crusch: we agreed it's my turn to feed him!
Y/N: look, you can both feed me if you really want to
Everything distorts and the sense changes to Y/N's offices
Being married to two of the busiest Royal candidates means there's a lot of paper work and letters to look through. One letter go Y/N's attention, and it was from Priscilla
Y/N: I swear, if it's another marriage proposal...
before Y/N could read the letter, the door opened. In came the pick hair Oni, Ram, with a tea tray
Ram: Y/N
Y/N: hey Ram
Ram put the tray next to Y/N, she pores him a cup. When looking back at Y/N, she could see the empty look he had
Ram: Y/N
Y/N: yeah?
Ram: take a break
Y/N: I'll take a break when I'm done
Ram grabbed Y/N's hand
Y/N: Ram...
there fingers intertwined
Ram: break. Now
Y/N: fine
Ram and Y/N moved closer to each other
Ram: I love you
Y/N: I know
and locked lips
want to be loved, but I don't want to love others. I hate it when people complain about life, when I've never suffered from it. It's why I hate myself, only thinking of myself
Maybe if I'm surrounded by people I care for, I can stop being so selfish, maybe if I suffer I can understand why people hate their life
Maybe.... It will change my view on life
YOU ARE READING
Re:zero and the boy who commands
FanfictionY/N L/N ... This impulsive child was sent to Re:Zero, with the powers of the Ten Commandments from the anime, Seven Deadly Sins. I don't own anything except the character the reader is portrayed as. This is my first story I am open to criticism just...