One-Shot Reader Inserts

Agnostic: Randall Ascot

This is a Randall Ascot x Reader from the Professor Layton series, specifically Mask of Miracle or Miracle Mask. One shot only and might CONTAIN SPOILERS.

YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.

"You're wrong, Randy." You laughed loudly as Randall began putting in the seeds, but the spacing was a tad off.

You were tasked by Firth to teach Randall the ropes of farming. He was recently nursed back to health after suffering a nasty fall from goodness knows where. He didn't have any memories prior to one nightmare of falling, save for his name - Randall Ascot.

He stared at you wide-eyed as he reached into the small indentation to retrieve the seed. He watched as your form stood up from crouching and walked over to him. You pointed to a patch of dirt a few inches away.

"That's a good spot to put the next one." You suggested with a condescending smirk. His soft, and dare I say loving, stare shifted into a glare as he heard the undertone. He glanced at the patch you pointed out and shook his head.

"It's not even that far from what I did, _____." He insisted, running a hand across his reddish-brown hair. You were supposed to be used to his headstrong attitude since you've been spending most of your waking hours with him, but you sadly weren't.

"Do you want the plants to suffocate each other?" Snatching the seed from him, you quickly dug a hole and planted it in. He was frustrated at how inept he was. You stood up and stretched, this carefree sight of you making him wearier.

"It was honestly not that big of a deal, _____. I don't understand why you had to correct something that wasn't wrong." He got up as well, patting off the dirt from his clothes.

"You don't understand a lot of things, Randy." You turned to face him, grinning. Furrowing his brows, he did a double take at your smile.

"I- Uh- Um-" He became flustered. It was only natural for him to be attracted to you, as much as you were to him, but he didn't know that. Every day, you would be by his side and somehow start an argument. He called it fun. He liked that about you. You were so argumentative – so... agnostic.

"Randall?" He snapped out of his trail of thought by your voice. You watched him space out all of a sudden while he stared straight at you. Ever since he woke up in a daze, he'd always be distracted. Upon learning that he had a good head on his shoulders accompanied with wit about him, you couldn't help but strike up an occasional friendly quarrel.

"Ah, yes, what were you saying?" He finally replied, coughed into his fist, and straightened his back. He didn't notice that the sun was setting, and you've been at it for the whole afternoon.

"I said that you are never going to be as good as Firth makes you out to be." This got him agitated. He crossed his arms and glared at you.

"That is not what you said, _____. For your information, I understand plenty. You are just picky." He emphasized his statement with a pointed finger at you. You cackled at his frustration as you turned around to pick up the bucket of tools.

"And you call me doubtful." Your laughter made him sigh deeply in defeat. Despite your constant disagreements, he didn't seem to get a break since you always won. Even though you grinded his gears, seeing your figure against the setting sun still made his heart skip a beat.

Waking up without remembering anything but his name, he thought he was going to go mad. But then he met Firth and the rest of the villagers who helped him recover, which of course included you, and that made him feel right at home; not like he knew what or where home really was. He would wake up to you getting him breakfast in bed and wearing a bright smile on your face. You brought happiness with you and it completed his day.

Randall's gaze softened at you, all his emotions flowing through his eyes. You turned around to face him again and, when you saw him staring at you, you couldn't help but blush. In that split second, you felt it all. The affection he had for you seeped into your system and you couldn't hold back your elation.

It seemed that you two had finally agreed on something.

You shyly looked away and walked toward him, your heart racing inside your chest. His eyes broaden as he felt your soft lips upon his in a sudden kiss. He didn't have enough time to properly respond with you immediately pulling back, a faint smile on your face while your cheeks reddened as dark as his hair. You stole a glance, relieved to see his cheeks were the same.

You regained composure and finally spoke. "This doesn't mean you like me though, does it?" You teased with a grin. Randall sighed, the heavy silence finally breaking. He stepped towards you and placed his hands on your shoulders. Once again, his gentle eyes bored into yours.

"You're wrong, _____."