Our Quest (Onward X Male Reader Oneshots)

Barley Lightfoot X Neglected! Male Reader

"Stood up"

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(13:46 p.m.)

"Order for table 26!"

"Coming!"

It was a slow day at the Manticore's Tavern. Only a few people had ordered and more than half of it was take out, so the place was empty.

Storm clouds blocked the sun's rays, a slight breeze waving over as they got closer and closer to the tavern.

Right after bringing the food tray to table 26, the armor-clad waiter went out the back door, looking at the oncoming storm.

Ever since stopping the curse and befriending the Manticore herself, Barley absolutely loved his new job.
His mom had been very proud of him at the news and Ian sometimes came over to narrate their quest alongside him.

He came back inside to the sound of footsteps.

Familiar ones.

A smile building on his face, Barley sped up to find the sound's source.

And there he was.

"(Y/N)!"

Said boy stood at the counter, smiling.
Barley went to face him, standing at the opposite side of the counter.

"Long time no see, huh?"

"It's been less than a week, Bar!"

"Doesn't mean I didn't miss you"

(Y/N) grinned, redirecting his eyes to the counter. However, it didn't stop Barley from noticing his reddened face. Not like he liked it or anything.

"So, um.. What can I do for ya?"

Readjusting himself, (Y/N) looked back at Barley.

"Oh- I'm just here to tell you I booked table 14!"

"Follow me!"

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Once sat down at one of the booths, Barley pulled out his notepad; "What can I get you?"

Taking off his coat, (Y/N) looked back at him, "Thanks, but I'm just waiting for you know who."

Barley's smile faded.

I do know who. (Y/N)'s not-so-nice boyfriend.
Of course he'd be waiting for him.
Why did you think he'd come here by himself? To see you?

Brushing off his intrusive thoughts, Barley placed his notepad back into his pocket, trying his best to keep (Y/N) from being able to tell he was less than thrilled.

He'd be lying if he said he liked being around that elf. He was never specifically a jerk towards Barley himself, but the way he behaved with (Y/N) made his gut wrench.

"Want some water while you wait?"

He'd be even more of a liar if the smile (Y/N) gave him didn't make him feel better.

"Yes please!"

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(14:19 p.m.)

Barley kept poking his head out to the tables, seeing (Y/N) rest back against the cushions, scrolling through his cellphone.

The elf froze up once he felt a hand on his shoulder. His coworker, a satyr named Aria, smiled sympathetically at him.

"Why don't you go talk to him?"