Lancer X Reader

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, he keeps getting hurt."

"Hmm… that IS odd. He's never like that."

"What should I do?"

"Just keep all dangerous items out of his way."

"I don't think I can move the floor."

"Well, I have to go. Just do your best to keep Lancer from hurting himself as best as you can."

Saber hung up on you.

'Oh great.' Your best friend, Lancer, was never this clumsy before and he hurt himself at least ten times a day. This all started about a week ago. Not knowing what to do, you called your other friend, Saber, to see if she could help.

*Thud.*

"Ouch!"

You rushed over to the closet where Lancer had been getting the wrapping paper for your friend, Waver's present – it was his birthday the next day.

You saw that Lancer was rubbing the back of his head.

"I'll go get an icepack."

You headed into the kitchen, took one from the icebox, and wrapped it up in a paper towel, gently pressing it against his head.

"Thanks again, (y/n). I don't know what I'd do without you."

That comment made your face heat up. You'd always had a crush on Lancer, but you doubted the feelings were mutual.

"How are you hurting yourself so much lately? You couldn't just be getting clumsy, right?"

At this, he blushed, too, cleared his throat, and changed the topic. You couldn't tell whether he was faking it, but he shivered, putting his hand on top of yours. You flinched at his touch as he began to talk.

"This thing is freezing, (y/n). How much longer do I have to keep it on?"

"How hard did you hit it?"

He rolled his eyes and huffed.

"Well, if that's the case, then I'd say about a half an hour."

"Then it'll be a long and boring one. How about some TV?"

"Okay, sounds good, since you can't do much else."

You turned on the TV, only to find a horror film on.

"Oh my gosh, (y/n), this one's my favorite! We gotta watch it! Please?"

You scrolled through the guide. "Fine, but only because there's nothing else on."

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Just a few minutes into the movie, you found yourself shaking with fear, clinging onto Lancer for your dear life. He didn't seem to mind it though; he was too busy laughing at the movie.

"Oh man, this part's great! Watch this."

You slowly opened your eyes and looked at the screen to see something so horrible, you wished you were blind.

You looked back at Lancer, to see him looking around the room a moment before lifting up his arm and banging it on the table beside him.

"Ow! (Y/n), I banged my arm on your stupid table!"

You stared at him, eyes wide in disbelief. "You did it on purpose; I saw you."

"What? N-no I didn't! I don't know what you're talking about!" The way he said that sentence made him sound as if he was hiding something.

You arched an eyebrow, to which he responded sheepishly: "Alright, you got me – I faked it."

"But why?"

He shifted his gaze from you to the floor. "Well… because… I – I like it… when you take care of me when I get hurt…."

"So you're saying you've been getting hurt on purpose all this time, just so I could take care of you?"

You leaned in and he flinched, but you kissed him.

"Well that's what I think, but you know you could have just told me that you like me instead of going through all that trouble of hurting yourself."

He pondered this for a moment. "Nah, I think I'd rather you take care of me."

You gave him a little tap upside the head before laughing. "You're so weird!"

"Ow! Hey, that actually hurt!"

"Don't try to fool me. It won't work this time."

"No, really."

"Uh-huh. Just shut up and kiss me."

So he did.