#Yumekuro Ymir

[dream-meister-translations]

YMIR’S PAST STORY #2

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YMIR'S BROTHER : Okay, Ymir, let's take a look at the next question.

YMIR : Hmm… There are three children holding a balloon in each hand. How many balloons are there?

YMIR : So three children plus two hands equals… 5? 5 balloons?

YMIR'S BROTHER : Mm, that's close, very close. Each kid has two balloons, right? So if there are three kids��

YMIR : Kay, then let's count them together… Oh, 6? 6 ballons!

YMIR'S BROTHER : There we go! Good job, Ymir!

I never learned much in class, and to be frank, I was an idiot. My brother would always have to teach me in a very simple, easy to understand manner.

Compared to my older brother I was a failure so my parents would always spoil him and ignore me completely.

But my brother was different. He was so patient and kind, always taking care of me and watching as I grew up.

YMIR : You scored the highest on the test again, whoa!!

YMIR'S BROTHER : Oh? Uhh… Yeah, I guess so. It's nothing. Just a coincidence. Thanks, Ymir.

My brother was always so modest; Completely incapable of taking a compliment.

But I… Even on his days off, even late into the night, I knew, I saw it… How he worked harder than anyone else. There was no coincidence about it.

Thinking back to when I was a kid, I was selfish and naïve, taking up all his time.

Every day, after I'd finished my homework, we'd play together. Every single day.

FEMALE : Oh, my gosh! You're soooo cute! And you take such good care of your baby brother, too!

On sunny days, my brother and I would always go to the park and our neighbors absolutely adored us.

YMIR : Hey, hey, big bro. Let's go on the swing!

YMIR'S BROTHER : Mm~? The swings sound fun, but first let's try and go upside down again on the monkey bars. You were so close the other day, weren't you?

YMIR : Oh, no!

YMIR'S BROTHER : Do you have any idea how cool you'll be if you do?

YMIR : Wahh? R-Really?

YMIR'S BROTHER : But, of course, you'd be a hero at your school.

YMIR : …Okay, big bro! I'm in! Show me how to do it!

Looking back, my brother was always very good with me. That day, before he pushed me on the swing, he had me climbing the monkey bars.

YMIR'S BROTHER : That's it! …You got it, Ymir! Just a little more momentum and you'll be able to go all the way around!

YMIR : Yes! I did it!

With the support of my brother, and more than a few pointers, I found myself going upside down on the monkey bars before I knew it.

It seemed my brother was not only a good student, but also an excellent athlete. I couldn't help but wonder what exactly I was missing.

How could he be both a learned scholar and military athlete. Shouldering the burden of the family name, following in the footsteps of our father.

He had the trust of everyone around him. We were always so proud of him. And even still, he took time out of his day to take care of me. A serious, kind, proud older brother.

YMIR : Hey, bro! Bro! I did it! I went all the way around! Now let's play on the swing!

YMIR'S BROTHER : Hahaha! Okay, okay! I'm coming! Let's see who can go higher!

YMIR : Okay! I won't lose!

Whenever I got to spend time with my brother we had so much fun. As far as I was concerned, he was the teacher I respected more than anyone else, and the friend who understood me the most...

[primusfortuna]

Our Future ✦ Dialogue Lines (Pt. 1)

✦ Limited-time dialogues for June Bride. ✦ Part 1 includes meisters from Primus Club, Gastronomy, Dream Weavers, Everflower, Passionate Ocean, and Maden Gaming.

Primus Club

Camus “Just like a card faced down, no one knows what the future holds. But you're well aware that the path I'm on is full of thorns. And yet, you still choose to walk alongside me... You must be mad. Please never stop betting your brilliant life on me.”

Seven “You want us... to be each other's significant others...? Well...... I've always considered you someone very significant to me... [Name]. My heart feels warm every time I hear that name. I can't go without you... not now, not ever. I'd like to keep having fun with you.”

Ymir “Struggle all you want, I'm not leaving you for as long as I live. Claw at me, bite me, I'll still never let you go ♪ I'm not scheming anything. I really do love you, [Name]. And that'll never change... because you're the only one 'special' to me.”

Victor “Hah... I really have changed, haven't I? Before I met you, I hardly ever thought about the future. Now, all I can think about is... how can I stay with [Name] forever?”

Len “Hell if I know what the future looks like. I just know you're still gonna come after me wherever I am, no matter what I'm doing. ...Well, do what you want. If you decide to follow me around for the rest of your life, I'll make sure you're prepared for that.”

Gastronomy

Oscar “I never thought a day would come in which eating alone no longer satisfies me. Even I'm deeply shocked. Whether it's morning, afternoon, or evening—whenever I'm having a meal, I wish to see your smiling face across from me. How does that sound?”

Kuchen “The future? ...No, I can't really picture anything except making chocolate for the rest of my life. You know what I'm saying, right? I also see you right there next to me. Still smiling, happily eating my chocolates. Years pass, decades pass, and things'll probably stay just like that.”

Cuit “Nothing makes me happier than seeing a smile pop up on your face when you eat my food. All I want is for you to stay by my side, letting me see your smile. I really can't wait for the day I get to call you my wife.”

Riche “Every time I see how ardently you work, day in and day out... I suddenly find myself envisioning a little into the future. You are all the more beautiful, and your heart remains as honest as ever. I'm beside you, always worried... if I'm worthy of someone like yourself.”

Walter “...I have no idea about the future. If I could, I'd stay in Gastronomy for a long time, helping out the duke and everyone else. Hm? Nothing... I just naturally thought you'd stay by my side. Way, way into the future...”

Dream Weavers

Canaan “When I'm with you, your squishy cheeks put me right at ease... I wonder why? All my motivation starts flowing through me. Maybe I can't live without you. It sounds like a headache looking after me for a lifetime, but... hehe. I'll have to give the best ring in the world to the bride who makes that kind of promise to me.”

Adel “In the past, I wouldn't have needed an assistant or partner. But now when I imagine the future, you're there, as if it's the most natural thing. The thought of us buried in work, eating together, occasionally lending each other a shoulder, taking naps——heh, a lifetime of that doesn't sound half bad.”

Volks “If I must confess, I've been enchanted since we first met... by your light, which I'm certain will continue to change endlessly. I want it to be my own two hands that guide and protect your brilliance, no one else's. Would you allow me the privilege and honor of that?”

Merryrose “Before I met you, I swear I couldn't see anything in my future except a really dark path. Now I know a kind of happiness that I won't let go of no matter what. You're the one who taught it to me. Take responsibility for that... and spend your life with me, okay?”

Everflower

Asahi “You're the one I cherish above all others, the one I want to protect. I'm still an amateur with a lot of shortcomings, but... someday... I'd like to tie the knot and build a happy future together. I might be moving too fast, but... what do you think?”

Shiranui “I'm gonna say what I always do, okay? Fortune comes in at the merry gate!! It's true life's not all just fun and games. But you and I can make it alright. We can live our days full of blessings, where even if we cry sometimes, we'll still end up laughing. Cheers to our happiness!”

Mikage “My ideal future? That's easy—a life where I spend all day everyday dozing off on your lap, doing absolutely nothing... Until recently, this would've just been a pipe dream. But now, well, I really want it. A happy 'n peaceful married life.”

Tamayura “I want to make this world a place for humans and mononoke to live together in harmony. When I achieve my dream, I'd be happy if you were there smiling next to me. And... if a day ever comes when we pledge our futures to each other... I'd want to invite a bunch of mononoke friends to celebrate with us.”

Aoi “Something as definite as 'staying the same' forever sounds so boring. Being able to wake up from your dreams is what makes it so fleeting and beautiful... That's what I used to think... But when I wake up from my transient dreams, I think I'd like to be with you. Hey, won't you be mine?”

Passionate Ocean

Searle “I get warm and fuzzy and sometimes so tight it hurts. Feeling like I'm in love just gets stronger and stronger when I'm with you. It's a feeling I only get with you, [Name]. It's just like a treasure to me. Ehehe, I love you. And I will forever and ever!”

Sheila “I've been thinking about this a lot, but the coffee you make tastes like something I'd want to drink everyday. It really is so relaxing and soothing. From now on... or rather, for as long as I live, I'd love to stay in your care. What do you think?”

Elma “A lot of stuff's happened since we first met. My days have gotten a whole lot happier since then. It's like a huge wave of happiness is here! Now, in the future, and always after that... Let's have a blast ridin' out the end of this wave!!”

Urbano “Yo, [Name]-han! Time to practice our husband-and-wife routine with all the hype we got today——wait, why do you actually sound on-board with it!? Pause, pause. I can't even joke about being legal spouses, 'cause that's like we already got married. It makes me so happy I'm embarrassed...”

Maden Gaming

Cinis “It is my duty as master to care for and look after my servants——however, at present, I've been getting a lot of favors from you. Hehehe, just so you know, I despise losing! I shall vow to make you happy for the rest of your life!”

[dark-frosted-heart]

Ymir - Seasonal Dates

[celestynne]

ymir - [bet your flame] cgs!

sun ☼

moon ☾

[vanrouchu]

whispering directly into your ear . .. . hcs for merryrose & ymir when they're needy for some attention/affection <3 thenk u basil

hi <3

�� MERRYROSE

It's not an exaggeration to say that Merryrose is ten times more annoying than his usual behaviour. After being cooped up in the guild home for most of his days, he's already a natural born attention-needy meister. What more if he felt the need to ask for a little bit more affection from you?

He won't hide it. He's never been the shy type and he's not going to start now—he would walk up straight to you and tell you what he wants. "Pay attention to me today!" He would say with a grin as if he wasn't asking for something ridiculous. No, no, he'd think it's the most natural thing in the world.

When you brush him off or say no, that's when he really amps up his game. He would follow you, hanging around you as you do your work and throw every possible distraction your way. From constantly calling your name to poking your skin until you have to turn your face to tell him to knock it off—to which he'll just go "Aha! You finally looked at me."

He can keep up this act for a while but once it dies down, you can tell by the way he starts going silent and there's a pout decorating his face. It was ridiculous to you but Merryrose was used to loneliness, and perhaps that was the reason why this was so important to him. He doesn't want to feel that again when he already has you.

And when you finally give in, cupping his cheek with your hands along with an apologetic smile. He'll wrap his arms around your waist and smirk—"Gotcha!"

— YMIR

As one of the most insufferable personalities among the entirety of Primus, he's definitely going to be annoying about it. The only difference is this host is a little more hands on with expressing how he wants attention.

You joke about how he's already getting enough attention as is with his job but then he'll wrap his arms around your waist and pull you in closer, saying, "Eh~ That kind of attention doesn't matter to me at all. I want yours."

He's used to his advances being shut down so it didn't come as a surprise to him when you pushed him away gently, saying how he still had work to do and he should go. Still, it doesn't change the fact that he's disappointed about it. And knowing him, he doesn't give up that easily.

The last time he was vying for attention, he ended up playing a trick on you with handcuffs. It's not out of the question that he'd probably pull a similar stunt. Anything to keep your eyes on him—he'll start thinking of other ways to keep your eyes glued to him.

Although at the end of the day, when he's sulking and finally stops bugging you, he knows he already got you to lose your nonchalance with the way you come up to him with open arms and an awkward expression that tells him you started feeling guilty.

[my-beel]

Event "A Wish Upon a Star and My Love to You"

Ymir full awakening CGs

[basil-pot]

@traumxrei-archive TY FOR THE TAG POOKIE 💥❤️‼️

ten charas from ten fandoms ^^

honkai star rail - aventurine

genshin impact - kaveh

a3 - misumi ikaruga

hypnosis mic - ramuda amemura

haikyuu - kenma kozume

yumekuro - ymir

mahoyaku - shylock

twisted wonderland - jade leech

ensemble stars - mayoi ayase

virche - scien brofiise

tagging @vivianvivvia @florapot @pen-observing + anyone who wants to do this!

[meaig]

I just happened to finally read through the recent event card stories, so I wanted to share both my impressions and the most hilarious CG I’ve seen in yumekuro up till now.

Granted, I wanted to throw hands with both Daste and Ymir at times but for entirely different reasons ,D Where Daste is just a feral pupper who can’t seem to read the room and may occasionally deserve a light bonk on the head, Ymir really pissed me off during the work-feelings argument. I wanted to punch him on behalf of Emma more than once, but alas, the MC is too much of a sweetheart.

It was a pleasant and interesting read overall, especially since we get more opportunities to see how Guild Keepers who manage multiple guilds actually work, and it’s interesting that the guilds you manage can be at odds, and you might actually have to interfere with their work if you work with another one of your guilds. I wonder, though, how Federation handles such cases and who files the report for the other guild.

As for the cards and character impressions themselves, I’d say what I’ve said to a friend who was interested in Ymir’s Moon:

Lykos is a gentleman, Daste is your pet dog (his words not mine) and Ymir is your love's slave (his words not mine x2) who can be your biggest lover and your biggest hater lmao

It might be unfair to compare Lykos to the other two, though, since I’ve only read his Sun branch so far, and Moon can be just as wild, but he was so nice and caring even in the common part ;w; Not that Daste wasn’t sweet in his own way, too. I mean, just look at him trying to divert Emma’s attention from all the racing thoughts she has:

Absolute gold and probably the biggest surprise for me considering the contrast between the Moon awakening art and this CG ,D

And while I don’t have any coherent conclusion to this blabbering, I’ll say there’s too little Daste content, and we absolutely need to fix that.

[kewlraki]

Hey any Yumekuro players wanna help me out, I really wanna cosplay a couple of characters but unfortunately I joined the game a little late and wasn’t able to get the characters full body images. If any of you are able to DM me any of the images that would be fantastic!!! Here’s my list (please for the love of God my DM‘s are open and even if you think someone might’ve already sent it, please send it anyway)

Heath-his only event card

Kent-nostalgic days 

Victor- all events

Ymir- all events

Aoi- all events

Elma- all events

Sion- all events

Est- all events

Rosemary- all events

Adel- all events

Please help!

This is the image style if you’re able to help

All details please🥰

[nirvanainline]

𓊘 𓄹 『プリムスクラブ：𝗣𝗿𝗶𝗺𝘂𝘀𝗰𝗹𝘂𝗯』

❑ カミュ; Camus

❑ ヴィクトル; Victor

❑ ユミル; Ymir

❑ レン; Len

ー　TBA

❑ セブン; Seven

[sidemuyuu]

𝒀𝑴𝑰𝑹: 𝒀𝑼𝑴𝑬𝑲𝑼𝑹𝑶

𝖫𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗈𝗋 𝗋𝖾𝖻𝗅𝗈𝗀 𝗂𝖿 𝗌𝖺𝗏𝖾𝖽/𝗎𝗌𝖾𝖽.

[dream-meister-translations]

SIDE CONVO : LEN & YMIR

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LEN : ………… YMIR : Len, you seem very into that book. Are you reading detective novels again? LEN : Shut up and get away from me. YMIR : Hmm… "The Violet Experiment," I think I've heard of that one before. LEN : I said shut up and get away from me! Are you deaf!? YMIR : Oh yes, I remember! One of my customers told me all about it♪ If I recall, the culprit was一 LEN : Hey!! YOU IDIOT!! Don't spoil the book or I'll punch you!! Seriously, if you say one more word, I'll never forgive you!! YMIR : Hahaha, Sorry~ LEN : You're a real son of a bitch, you know that!? I'm adding you to the top page of my revenge list!!!

[dreamingofyouthemanyone]

When They Wonder Why You Chose Them - 9

WOOOOOOT!! IT'S PART 9!! HAHAHA, another late post but <333 I really got so carried away today. Anyways! We're so close to the end AND the release of the game!! Give yourselves a pat on the back for waiting this long! Hehehe <333

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Featuring: Members of the Casino Guild | Primus Club

Type: Headcanons

Prompt: Each character musing over why did you pick them to be your first partner in this journey

Warning: Pre-Game Launch Character Assumptions

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With the ball rolling into his park, Camus is free to do whatever he wants with it.

He can ignore it, use something sharp to pierce through its core and make it pop, or even take it in his hands and never let go.

He does none of those things, because not one of them leads to the best outcomes. And, If there is one thing he greatly despises, then it would be his very own plot laid to rest because of a single rash decision—the cards that he’s meant to control backfiring on him and now it’s him being manipulated by the cards, his mind panickedly yearning for thoughtless power.

So, in the end, his response is to nudge the ball back to you with his foot, letting you interpret it for what it is. When your eyes brighten at his response, he can’t help but lean back into the pleasing feeling that at the very least, you have a keen eye.

He gives you a personal tour of the casino, since this is where the two of you will end up spending the most time at. He’s a busy man, and already he’s testing the very limits of his time management skills just by accepting a contract with you, but he can see that helping you out would eventually reward him with a great boon.

He’s courteous to you the whole, giving you the bare necessities of each component of this casino as well as the opportunity to learn more on your own. He’ll not have you slack off just because you have him in your arsenal now. You’ll have to prove yourself entirely as much of an asset, because his line of work isn’t for the weak and easily tempted.

To his utmost smugness, you do, and oh how beautifully you flourish under not only his care but also because of your efforts.

It takes quite a lot of time for the both of you to come to some sort of relationship above the contract, but it’s an opportunity he allows to happen because you’ve become something valuable to him—in all aspects.

It’s no rare sight to see you seated at his private table during work hours, conversing over important matters in hushed tones and mundane ones with evident zeal glowing upon both of your faces. It’s at a time like when you tell him that he’s surprisingly fair for a man who runs a business that is supposed to be designed to have its patrons lose.

The snort that escapes him is entirely accidental and he covers it with a cough. He looks at you with an amused eye, playfully lamenting over how you just realized that now. Still, he can’t help but impart a piece of knowledge to you—there is a difference between suffering from your actions alone and suffering because you are helpless. The casino targets the former but never exploits the latter.

As you listen to him, that smile on your lips continues to grow wider. You shake your head, the earrings he’d given you gleaming on your ears, and tell him that he truly is a good person. He raises a brow at you and inquires if you’d seen that when the two of you had first met, if that’s the reason for why you’d chosen him.

You meet his gaze, your features softening, and your ankle bumps against his underneath the table before you launch onto an honest elaboration for your basis of him. He stays quiet the entire time and for a few more minutes after up until the both of you are being called for something at the bar. Your concerns over his reaction are short-lived when he offers his arm to escort you, keeping you snuggled close to him with his fingers entwined with yours for the first time. What couldn’t be done verbally could, after all, be done through actions.

“Are you interested in playing just one round with me? I promise you that the reward will be worth it. Ah, but that depends if you win against me, fufu. Don’t worry, I won’t mess with the cards. I want to see whether or not I’m fated to receive a kiss from you tonight.”

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In regards to the entire ordeal, Seven is completely apathetic.

From across the room, he merely meets your gaze and says nothing. He finds no reason to accept or reject your offer, since you’ll be learning soon enough how much of a mistake you’ve just made and break things off with him.

So, with that already decided, he gets up and leaves the room, intending to get some shut-eye in whatever room he feels like sleeping in.

However, a handful of hours later, he suddenly feels the tremors of a rather violent earthquake. Prying his eyes open, he’s dumbfounded to see your face, but he realizes soon enough that rather than an earthquake, it was you shaking him awake. He narrows his eyes, because just what do you want now? Did you really have to come and find him for the sake of informing him that you’ll be switching meisters? And ruin his sleeping? (Not dreaming, never dreaming, not after—)

His mind quiets itself when you finally speak up and, for some strange, strange reason, it’s about a request that you need help with…? He’s confused now. Weren’t you going to end whatever partnership you wanted with him? It’s probably because he’s too busy trying to sort out his thoughts that you’re able to pull him up to his feet and usher him out of the guild, yelling at Len that you’ll be borrowing him quick!

Somehow, in some way, the both of you miraculously finish the job and you turn to him, offering to treat him out for dinner since this is the first request that the both of you have finished together.

He shrugs. It isn’t as if he’d brought his wallet and working the entire day after months of doing nothing had taken a toll on his body. After slipping into the seat across from yours, he slumps over the table and tells you to wake him up when the food arrives.

It becomes a routine of sorts from thereon. You come every other day to wake him up, he radiates as little enthusiasm as you drag him out, the two of you finish up a request, and you take him out for dinner. Occasionally, the two of you would talk, more on your part than his, but whenever you have a question for him, he’ll answer them. Sometimes, he’d wake up to your fingers running through his hair and, for some reason, he always feigns sleeping just to have you pet him longer.

It puzzles him, this willingness of him to cooperate with you that seems more and more likely with each day spent by your side. He mulls over this for quite some time, and his agitation shows through how his fingers inch closer to where he keeps his last deck of cards thrown haphazardly beneath his bed. It takes a lot of willpower just to dig through the mess and pluck each card out, but when finally has the entire collection in one hand, it comes to him. This feeling he has for you—he wants to know more about you. He wants to know just why do you put up with him, for however long does he have left with you?

The next day, he seeks you out, the corner of his lips quirking up when he sees how stunned you look to see him. He doesn’t waste his time, while he’s still feeling motivated, and he asks you to play with him. You look confused but you agree nonetheless, asking him what the stakes are, and the smile that blooms on his face is entirely helpless because the guild really must have grown on you for you to ask that first.

After explaining the rules to you as well, he plays a quick game of blackjack with you. The first to five wins gets to ask the loser a question, the entire thing really up to fate, but he remembers being loved by the cards, by the risks, by the gamble of it all, and he wins five-to-four.

You don’t look surprised by his win; if anything, you’re beaming brightly at him, having clearly enjoyed playing against him. Your eyes do widen when he asks you what has been weighing on his mind, but you give your answer to him freely. Your hands over his feel warm and he notices, for the first time, how he doesn’t feel as empty on the inside as he did before meeting you.

"...What? Is it morning already...? Oh. The food's here. Thanks. Hey...I'm still feeling really tired from carrying all those stuff a while ago. Could you feed me?"

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The makings of a scheme have already been brewing in the back of Ymir’s head even before you make your decision.

He’s been expecting you to choose someone else because, from a realist’s perspective, there were plenty of other meisters who are wealthier, more powerful, or of a higher status than he is. He’s been prepared to leave an impressionable mark on you in the future then keep his distance, letting him dangle himself in front of you like a carrot to a donkey so he could reap favors from you.

However, much to his surprise, you chose him, throwing a wrench into his plans. And oh, what a pretty wrench you’d given him, all served up on a golden platte. You’d practically eliminated all the other problematic variables in his plans, making everything infinitely easier for him.

To reward you, when you stretch your hand out for a bland handshake, he uses the opportunity to pull you in close, his other hand snaking around your waist before splaying itself across your back. He grins at you, hiding his teeth behind a dazzling smile, and tells you in a coy voice how he can’t wait to get to work with you~

He takes pride in his ability to turn your cheeks a pretty red, and he lets go of you before you could get your voice working, resisting the urge to whistle a jaunty tune.

Much to his delight, the two of you get along extremely well with each other even after completing just a handful of simple requests. You have proven a number of times how professional you can be with your job, respecting both the boundaries he’s set up as well as his usual schedule at the guild and with his clients. Still, that doesn’t make you antagonistic towards his behavior, even if you do narrow your eyes at him when he starts invading your personal bubble. You’re open to him in your conversations, and you always turn to him to ask for suggestions in regards to important decisions.

He appreciates your attempts at inclusivity, because people tend to forget that beneath his charming smiles lies a box of ideas sharper than any knife in the kitchen. In response to such thoughtfulness, he gives you his honest opinion and he has to put up an effort to ignore the pleasure that curls in his gut whenever you incorporate them into your plans.

He doesn’t know exactly when or how his frame of mind towards you shifts. You’re still a stepping stone, don’t get him wrong, but he knows something’s...off when he catches sight of you from across the guild’s parlor.

Nothing about you seems particularly different than usual. Neither your hair nor your outfit look out of the ordinary, but there’s a certain radiance that you give off that ensnares his attention every time, keeping his gaze trained on you rather than the person he’s supposed to be escorting.

At first, he thinks you’re under some kind of magic spell, but that doesn’t appear to be the case when he checks. He has his hands on your cheeks, squishing your face, as he stares at you for one long moment, pondering, before it hits him—he’s attracted to you, which shouldn’t feel like a world-shattering realization to him. He feels like an idiot, because out of everyone else, he’s spent the most time with you and enjoyed it so of course he’d feel this way towards you.

He doesn’t bring it up to you, because attraction is just a normal part of life, but he does start to become more active with fishing for compliments from you. It’s during one of his attempts when he asks you, a thought that has been weighing on his mind ever since his realization, just what made you pick him? Was it because he was the most handsome one there?

You give him a deadpanned look, to which he responds by feigning a gasp with a hand over his heart, but your apathy melts off to one of amusement. You place your hands on his cheeks, and he lets you with a wrinkle of his nose. He’d seen you eat a sandwich with those hands, so you better be grateful! His concern over getting any pimples disappear, though, when you begin to tell your reasons. With each second that passes, he can feel a strong flush rise to his face and oh, how he regrets letting you cradle his cheeks because there’s no hiding the heat of his blush there!

“Hey, can you come a little closer? I just want to try something quick… Hm. Hmmmmm. Yeah. I really do have impeccable taste. You look adorable in my jacket. It’s too bad that I don’t have a spare, but then again, you’re better off looking this cute only when we’re in private, ne?”

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Call him arrogant or what not, but Victor has been anticipating your decision.

Although he doesn’t have any solid basis for his belief, there’s this familiar tingle that never fails to make its presence known whenever something distinct is about to happen to him. And ever since he’d met you, that sensation has only grown stronger than ever until it’s practically buzzing quietly in his ears.

Nevertheless, when you look towards him with such soulful eyes, how can he reject you? It isn’t in his principle to turn away any grieving customer, and he’ll hardly start now.

He does give you a warning that mornings are usually when he’s mostly available, considering that he’s the only barista of a guild whose own version of a rush hour is when the stars come out to play.

He can’t resist the urge to ruffle your hair when you tell that you understand and that you’ll work around it. He’s only known you for less than a day, but your commitment to your work rings endearingly to him. He assuages you, though, that he’ll try to squeeze in afternoons as well once he gets Camus’s permission so that you won’t have that hard of a time, and he says this because seeing someone try so hard makes him want to support them even more.

Eventually, the two of you are able to finalize your schedules. You’ll seek him out every other day just before lunch time, work on some jobs in the afternoon, and join him in the casino at night where you’ll get to understand the workings of the guild and summarize your reports.

Over the course of a few weeks, he’s able to see first-hand how you acclimate to the rather different atmosphere of the guild. He appreciates the questions that you ask him about this game or that person’s role or even about the system of chips used. Your curiosity is a wondrous thing, and he sees that whatever misconceptions you had of the guild are cleared with a much deeper understanding of the morals and business set here.

However, what he respects the most about you is how you stay quiet and try your best to act as disinterested as you whenever a patron comes to his bar counter to wallow in their misery. He’s well aware that this part of his job isn’t exactly in the description, nor is it an easy one, so the fact that you respect each customer’s privacy to their own secrets is enough to make him slip a free drink towards your direction. Private matters, after all, should be resolved privately and by only the involved parties. People like you and him can either look away or merely offer suggestions.

You ask him, as you help him clean up during closing time, why he does what he does—listen to people’s problems and woes. He blinks, having gotten caught off-guard, and he mulls over this without trying to directly tell you that it’s also a side ploy to gain loyalty from the customers. Finally, he settles on the essence of it. He does this because everybody deserves to know that they have at least one person cheering them on, because sometimes people need to be reminded that they’ll always have somebody wanting to see them succeed.

You hum, digesting his words, before you ask him if he could lend his hands to you. Bewildered but not once doubting your intentions, he presents his hands to you and you take them into your own. Then, to his surprise, you tell him that if ever he feels down or worried about something, then he should know that you’re always going to be cheering for him, so if whenever he feels like he needs someone to talk to, he can always turn to you.

Rarely does he hear the words you’d just uttered, and he never expects to because it’s his job to listen, not talk. Regardless, hearing you say them, knowing that you acknowledge his hard work, fills him with pride and validation and the warmth on his cheeks must match the warmth in his heart.

He gives you a shy smile in return, embarrassed to be caught like this. He squeezes your hand, his mind racing as fast as his heart is with thoughts of how fortunate he is to have been chosen by you. The why hangs in the air between the two of you, but he doesn’t entertain it. He can get to know your reasons, piece by piece, as your relationship with him deepens.

“Oh! You’re just in time! Here, try this. It’s my latest concoction… So? What do you think? Does it taste good? ...Ah, I’m glad you liked it! Actually, I got inspiration for it from you. See these layers? I used sweets that resembled your eye color for it, and I knew this was your favorite flavor so… It’s a drink specially made for you!”

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A surge of bashfulness suddenly fills Len when all eyes turn towards him.

He has no idea from where this unexpected meekness of his comes from. As someone used to the spotlight and pressure, it takes a lot more than a crowd looking his way to catch him off guard, even if some of these people are famous meisters.

Becoming partners with you is both an exciting and stressful experience. The former because he gets to travel to all sorts of places and bring back souvenirs for his guildmates, and the latter because—well—there’s a lot of people who have been testing him being vertically challenged and all.

He’s been keeping track of all the people he’s just added to his revenge list, and it makes him grit his teeth that the number of new members is larger than the number of requests the two of you have just finished. Of course, even with irritation churning in the knuckles of his hand, he remembers his manners and apologizes to you for causing you any trouble and you’ve been nothing but kind and accommodating to him.

Nonetheless, although he’s signed a contract with you, it doesn’t necessarily mean he’s been traveling the entire time. He’s still needed back at the guild, but his special position allows him to be exempted from the guild’s residency for at most three days a week. He spends them wisely, rarely using the maximum number of absences and only reserving it for particularly tougher quests that lead the two of you far outside of Lecord’s territory.

At times, he’ll complain about getting so many requests, but on the inside, he’s secretly happy that more and more people are depending on the two of you as well as worried about his guildmates, specifically Seven who doesn’t seem to care about taking care of himself at all, and if he really is doing as good of a job he believes he’s doing.

He doesn’t realize he’s been working himself to the ground until you confront him about it, explaining to him how you’ve been observing his sudden erratic behavior as of late and then asking if there’s anything on his mind because, as partners, the least you could do for him is to listen to his worries.

He’s eerily quiet, and you believe for a moment that you’d probably overstepped his boundaries. To your relief, though, he sharply huffs out a breath and runs a hand through his hair. Neither of you speak up for a while until he looks you in the eye and asks—this stays between us? in such an earnest voice.

He waits for you to give him a nod, studying your face the entire time. When he sees no sign of deceit or anything of that sort, he decides to take the risk. He holds his hand out for you and, when yours is above his, he drags you to another room that’s unfamiliar to you in all but the beautifully-crafted pool table sitting at the center.

A smudge of amusement lights up in the back of his mind when he sees how you finally realize just what the two of you are doing here. This time, he can’t quite suppress the laugh that bubbles free from his throat at the look on your face when he tosses you a cue stick. He gives you a pat on the back and tells you that it won’t be a serious game and it’ll be more of freely striking the balls into the holes regardless of the rules. He shares with you that he does this, sometimes, when he’s feeling overwhelmed, when he just wants to lose him in the focus, in the trajectories, and in each clink of the cue balls hitting something.

As the two of you play your own version of billiards, he quietly tells you about what’s been weighing heavily on his mind lately, feeling himself grow lighter the more he confides in you. And, when all is said and done, he sees you move closer to him until you’re bumping shoulders. You're honest when you tell him, in no uncertain terms, that his guildmates must surely be looking after each other in his absence and would want him to enjoy the experience. The breath he'd been about to inhale gets trapped somewhere along the way when you suddenly raise your hand up to his cheek, a smile blooming unfairly beautifully on your lips, as you tell him that he has nothing to worry about as your partner, that he's been doing exceptionally well, and that you're glad that you chose him in the first place. He wants to ask why, but he curses how his tongue always seems to get tied up in important moments with you. No matter, he can always ask you when the next moment comes.

“Hey...Here, take this. You deserve it after everything you’ve done so far… Huh? Did I make this soup? Yeah, I did, why? … Oi, I know that look on your face. Tch, don’t underestimate me. I do know how to make something as simple as this. So eat it all, ‘kay? Missing meals will get you sick, and that’s the last thing I—w-we want!”

[dark-frosted-heart]

I missed the yumekuro x sanrio collab announcement

[celestynne]

ymir - [fake veil of gunpowder smoke] cgs!

sun ☼

moon ☾

i actually got 2 ymirs on my 30th pull 😭 i used my star pieces to unlock the sun awakening

[vanrouchu]

So happy to see writing blog for yumekuro. Thank you so much for your works.

🤧❤️ ofc ! i love this silly little game with its silly little characters (<- wants to kill ymir) i rlly wanted more fics but couldn't find em so i decided to make my own blog lol im glad the ymkr players found me tho 😩