Tales of Love: Tales Of Series Shorts [Various x Reader]

First Impressions || Luke fon Fabre

You were sixteen the first time you met Luke fon Fabre. 

You were a newbie, just having been hired as a maid under the Kingdom of Kimlasca-Lanvaldear's House Fabre by recommendation of the Commandant.

Needless to say, Luke wasn't quite pleased to see his beloved mentor speaking so highly of a simple maid.

But you weren't too impressed by the Young Master either. He was a spoiled, sheltered little brat who truly believed he was entitled to anything and everything. Having been raised from a completely different background, you had zero tolerance for his behaviour. Even after learning about his amnesia, you still weren't able to come to terms with his arrogant and pompous personality.

As such, you made it quite obvious that you did not like the Young Master. Of course, you never neglected your duties; but while the other maids acted sweetly and kindly towards Luke, you were cold and dismissive.

Honestly, if it wasn't for the Commandant's high praise, your employment probably would've been terminated immediately. Luke, you could say, felt along the same lines. It was obvious in the way he behaved towards you that he didn't like you. He took every opportunity he could to say rude things to you. At least he had the guts to say it directly to your face rather than behind your back. He liked to bully you by purposely requesting tedious, almost impossible tasks from you.

One time, Luke had made you search for his "irreplaceable and extremely precious" practice sword. You spent over 48 hours turning the mansion inside-out and upside-down; only to learn later from another servant that his sword had been sent away for repairs in Daath.

The nerve of him.

This toxic relationship of brewing hate continued on for about half a year. It soon became a game. Luke wanted to see how long it would take to break you, and you wanted to see how long it would take Luke to give up.

You were hard-headed and pretty dismissive about the whole thing. You've been through much, much worse experiences than entertaining a spoiled brat. Though... Luke sure did make things more amusing around the mansion, and sometimes you found yourself looking forwards to what he would have in store for you during your shifts.

It was... Kind of exciting.

But then one day it all changed.

You remember the day like it was yesterday. A friend of yours, who was also a maid at House Fabre, had gotten the flu. You ended up volunteering to cover for her shifts (plus the extra gald would be nice). Your friend was the one usually tasked with bringing tea to the drawing room. This was where Luke, apparently, had his weekly history lessons with a private tutor hired from Daath.

To be honest, your sick friend was quite hesitant in giving you her shifts. Mainly because she knew of the toxic-relationship you shared with the spoiled young-master. But you managed to convince her, and she only agreed after you've gone over the entire procedure... 50 times.

That was probably the most awful seven hours of your life. 

So here you were: standing outside the drawing with a tray of tea and biscuits in your hands.

You were supposed to knock three times against the doorframe and was only allowed to enter the room if, and when given permission. Before you even knocked, however, you heard Luke brewing up a storm from inside. From what you can hear, it seemed like he was just throwing rude comments at his poor tutor.

Feeling sorry for whoever Luke was screaming at, you threw open the door with a lot more force than originally intended. The large, beautifully polished oak doors practically flew off their hinges as they slammed loudly into the wall. You entered then, barely taking notice of both Luke and the history tutor's alarmed expressions.