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2.1 || 𝓤𝓷𝓮𝔁𝓹𝓮𝓬𝓽𝓮𝓭 𝓒𝓸𝓶𝓯𝓸𝓻𝓽 || ♣

Part 2 of Unexpected Comfort 
Type:
Reader-Insert | Fluff(-ish)
Pairing:
Luck Voltia X Reader
Rating:
T 
Warning: Mentioned family death and grief. Sorry. 

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Hot tears spilled down your cheeks, as you buried your head into your knees, curling up in a fetal position. Perhaps Vetto had failed to make anyone else despair, but with you, he had succeeded, no matter how hard you tried to deny him even that victory. And how could you not, as your heart ached against your chest, threatening to break it and itself simultaneously? 

"Y/N...?" a soft voice asked, seeming surprised. 

Your E/C eyes met his large blue ones, overlooking the concern that dwelled in them, making them shine less bright than they normally did. You only saw the curiosity... one which you did not wish to satisfy right now. To do so, you would have to face the events that had plagued your dreams back in the recovery room in the underwater city, just as they had just moments ago, as you had slept. You did not wish to face those very same visions even know when you were awake.

After the temple fight, you had returned, somehow exhausted. You knew you were probably a disappointment to the team. After all, how could you not have replenished all your strength by now? You were the one to drop down first, not having managed to put up a fight at all. 

'I was weak... I failed...'

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Luck hadn't realised at first that there was anything wrong with Y/N. 

The woman had returned with them, looking just as tired as anyone, and despite being psyched after that last battle, the exhaustion took his toll on him and he fell asleep almost immediately. In the meantime, Asta, Charmy, Finral and Yami had left the base to report to Julius, with everyone else remaining at the hideout. This too had gone unnoticed by him. 

But after a couple days it was becoming clear that not everyone had returned from that fight feeling victorious. Asta had become a strangely empty-looking husk and so had Y/N. Of course, everyone already had suspicions as to what may have caused Asta's situation and so he decided to just point the others in that direction and go check on his closest friend instead. After all, she'd been there for him, so it was only right that he returned the favour.

Managing to get past the death traps set up in front of the women's quarters he knocked at her door, hoping that she was inside. When no one answered, he entered all the same. Perhaps there were clues -

Nevermind, clues weren't necessary. 

The scene that was revealed to him after opening those doors was enough to tell him the problem. The energy he'd been saving for sparring and spending time with this female seemed to fade away. "Y/N...?" Something inside of him made his chest feel tight as he looked at her. 

"Go away, Luck." 

Surely she hadn't say that? She'd never kick him away, not after that night.

"Y/N..." 

"I don't want to spar with you, if that's what you were going to ask," she said in a barely audible voice, averting her gaze. Her hair obscured her face like curtains, but it couldn't conceal her emotions, not even from the Berserker that no one would expect to be capable of empathy. "Not like there's a point. We both know you'll win. I'm weak, after all." 

Luck took a step back. "Weak? But you're stronger than most people," he frowned, realising that he was probably failing at comforting someone dear to him. Even with his words, she didn't look up.