La Vie Est Drole: Nui HarimeXMale!Reader (1/?)

He never imagined that his life would change this dramatically. Abandoned as a boy, (y/n) (l/n) had learned how to fend for himself at a very young age. He was born into a rather poor family in his village. His parents wanted a child who would be able to bring them up in society, but he found interest in designing clothes and sewing, something that was considered to be for women only. Having enough, they just dumped him on the side of a road when he was only ten. After that, for six years he’s lived on his own in a shack he found abandoned in the middle of a forest. There, he continued to design clothing, and after a while, he even began to sew them out from the things he would steal from travelers coming into the neighboring villages to sell their goods. Then he would take them to different places to sell them. At first, people would scoff at the idea of a male making clothing, but after seeing his pieces, they couldn’t resist the style and the feeling of the fabric when they tried it on. With this money, he was able to live a rather comfortable life. That was until he tried to steal some high quality silk from a vendor. He grabbed (y/n) by the throat and threw him into the streets, ready with a large cleaver to cut off (y/n)’s hands, which was the punishment for thieves around here. The vendor grabbed (y/n)’s wrists and held them down, lifting the cleaver high into the air to end his thieving ways, but then a pale, yet delicate, hand took a hold of his own wrist and squeezed until a snap and the vendor’s screams were heard. (y/n) looked up from his kneeling position to see a woman of which he’s never seen before. The main thing that struck him strange was her white hair that seemed to have a rainbow underneath it. She looked down at him and gave him a sly smile.

“Well well, what do we have here?”

Her eyes traveled from him to the sketchbook that had been knocked out of his satchel from the struggle he had with the vendor. She picked it up.

“O-oi!” (y/n) said, that sketch book was just as precious to him as his life, he will not tolerate anyone taking it from him.

“Relax child, I wont take it away from you,” the strange woman assured. She began to flip through the pages.

“My, such lovely designs,” she looked back at him, “what’s your name?”

“. . . . . . (y/n) (l/n),” he answered.

“Well then, (y/n), what if I told you I could take you away from all this, into a place where you can have your hands on the finest of fabrics and where you can just sit and design all day long.”

“Then I’d follow you without a second thought.”

“Heh heh, then be prepared to do just that,” she handed him back his sketchbook, “follow me and I can give you that life.”

(y/n) was a little hesitant as he took back his sketchbook, but then again, he really had nothing much going for him here. So he stood up, dusted off his worn out shorts, and followed the woman out of the village.

“H-how did you know about me?” he asked as they walked.

“Oh, just one of my workers came here to vacation a while ago, and he so happened to have bought one of your garments. When he wore it in front of me, I just had to know who was responsible for such talent, thus brings us to our little episode back there.”

“Interesting. I’m honored that my clothing has impressed a woman of your position.”

“That it did my dear.”

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(y/n) soon learned that Ragyo Kiryuin, the woman who had saved him, was indeed someone of power. After a nice bath, a meal, and some new clothes, she led him to the sewing area.

“Well then, let’s test your abilities shall we?”

He nodded.

“Your first test will be making a garment for my creation, Nui. It’s her birthday tomorrow and you’ll be in charge of making her something. I’ll have to warn you, unlike me, she’s not so easily impressed.”

“Then I will take this challenge head on.”

“Hu hu, I like your spirit. Very well, follow me to her room then, you’ll need to measure her after all, and this would be a good opportunity to get to know her since you two will most likely be working together.”

(y/n) nodded again and followed Ragyo through the halls to a room that was, what he would describe as being, disturbingly pink.

“Nui dear, there’s someone here I would like for you to meet.”

(y/n) looked past Ragyo and onto the bed to see a petite young girl lying on it, flipping through a fashion magazine. Her sapphire eyes looked up and straight into (y/n)’s. With just that look, (y/n) literally felt a chill go down his spine, which he thought strange since this Nui girl didn’t seem so dangerous, if anything, she looked like someone he could snap in half like a toothpick if he wasn’t careful. Her long, blonde hair was tied up into two, curly pigtails, her skin pale and flawless, covering her ultra petite form was a simple, pink nightgown. She smiled when she saw Ragyo.

“Oh! Bonjour mama!” she turned her gaze back to (y/n), she was still smiling, but (y/n) could see it was not with delight, “and just who is this pig?”

Yeah, he was already getting ticked off.

“This is (y/n) (l/n). He will be the one to design and make your birthday dress.”

“Ewwww!! You’ve gotta be kidding me!!” Nui whined, throwing a tantrum, “I don’t want second rate clothing!”

“Nui, do this and I promise to by you whatever you want for your birthday, no limits either.”

“Hmmmmm, oh fiiiine, but if it sucks, can I kill him?”

“I’m afraid I would still need him alive.”

“Awwww!! Can’t I just kill him a little bit?”

“Nui.”

“Fiiiiiiine.”

“Very good, I’ll leave you two alone now. And Nui, no killing please.”

Nui pouted and Ragyo left.

(y/n) sighed deeply as he took out his measuring tape and notepad.

“Would you mind disrobing so I can take your measurements?”

“I can’t believe some lowly pig like you is gonna be in charge of making me an outfit!! I’d rather get something from a second-hand store then wear something you made!!”

(y/n) could feel a tick mark forming on his head. Scratch that, rather at least three from this girl’s attitude.

“Just shut up and remove your nightgown.”

“You dare talk to me, the Grand Couturier, like that!?”

“Says the one who claims to kill me if the outfit sucks, just do it.”

Somehow, this guy’s demanding words yet cool attitude was ticking Nui of herself. She pouted some more as he let her nightgown fall to the floor, revealing her pink undergarments. Holding back a blush, (y/n) began to measure her.

“I see you like pink,” he said as he double checked her chest size.

“Why thank you Captain Obvious,” Nui said sarcastically.

He rolled his eyes and continued his work. While he was focused on her hips, Nui couldn’t help herself when she looked down at him curiously, wondering just what did Ragyp see in this pig in clothing to bring him here to work under here. He didn’t seem to be anything special, just another person to be disposed to the Original Life Fiber.

“Yip!!” she squeaked out when she felt (y/n)’s fingers sweep her bottom, in a swift movement, she turned around and grabbed (y/n) by the collar of his shirt, slamming him against her wall. He let out a small grunt, but that was pretty much it.

“You pig!!!” she screeched.

“A thousand pardons,” he simply said. The stoic look on his face, despite the situation, was already working on Nui’s nerves, if there was one thing she couldn’t stand, it was people who don’t show her their fear and pain, the object of her entertainment. (y/n) simply stared at her with emotionless eyes.

“You . . . . yooouuu!! Tch!” she released him, “just hurry up and finish so you can get out!”

“Very well then.”

Mindful of her bottom this time, (y/n) finally got the last measurement down.

“Ok! You’re done! Now get out of my sight!!”

“Geez, fine fine,” he headed to the door, “by the way, you really need to work on your attitude, it really doesn’t match your cuteness,” then he left.

Nui stood there doing a doubletake.

H-he thinks I’m . . . . . CUTE!!!?