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killerandhealerqueen · 2 years

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Can I have another Witch Chen Yuzhi fic or headcanon? I love Witch Chen Yuzhi.

Absolutely you can anon! I'll give you this headcanon first and then I'll turn it into a story later, because I like the concept (It’s long, so it’s going under the cut)

Jiang Yuelou is a prince plagued with nightmares…nightmares he can’t explain. They’re not prophetic or anything, they’re just…nightmares

But because he keeps having them, he asks the royal doctors for help, but they can’t help him

He tries asking around, asking if anyone knows the cure to these nightmares and one servant says he should go see a witch that lives on the far side of the kingdom…he has all sorts of potions and spells that might be able to help

Jiang Yuelou doesn’t particularly like the sound of that, asking a witch for help, but he’s exhausted and at this point, he’ll try anything

So he takes the servant’s advice and heads to the far side of the kingdom, where he finds a small shop that looks rather old and worn down

‘This is the place?’

He then steps inside and finds that it’s rather empty, save for a little girl who’s working the counter. As he looks around, the little girl smiles at him

“Welcome! How can we help you?”

Jiang Yuelou looks over at her before he slowly walks over to her

“I was told that a witch works here…”

The little girl smiles

“Oh, you’re looking for gege? Let me go get him”

She then turns and disappears, Jiang Yuelou watching her head to the back before he begins to look around. The shop is rather dusty, but scrolls, toys, and little bottles full of stardust are lined up on shelf after shelf

“Wow”

Just then, the little girl comes back, a tall man with light skin, brown eyes, and dark brown hair following after her

“This is the man, gege”

Jiang Yuelou looks at the witch, who is very pretty, before he dips his head, the witch smiling softly

“What can I do for you, Your Highness?”

Jiang Yuelou sighs

“I’m currently being plagued with nightmares…and I can’t sleep”

The witch hums

“Yes, I can see the dark circles…they’re quite prominent”

Jiang Yuelou narrows his eyes at him before he huffs

“Do you have something that will help me or not?”

The witch chuckles and nods

“I do, I do. Wait right here”

He then turns and heads into the back as the little girl looks at Jiang Yuelou

“Is there anything else you need help with? We have a lot of other dreams here”

Jiang Yuelou raises an eyebrow

“Other dreams?”

The little girl nods

“This is a dream shop! We sell all sorts, like dreams of hope, desire, memory…whatever kind of dream you want, we sell”

Jiang Yuelou hums as he looks around

“Doesn’t look like your shop is doing very well…”

The little girl sighs

“That’s because no one dreams anymore”

“Keying, hush”

Jiang Yuelou then looks up to see the witch walking back out to the front, a small potion in his hand

“Here. Drink this and you won’t be plagued by nightmares anymore”

Jiang Yuelou looks at the potion in his hand before he reaches out and takes it, looking at it

“Will it work?”

The witch smiles

“You’ll just have to try it and see”

Jiang Yuelou hums

“Do I drink the whole thing?”

The witch nods

“The whole thing, just before you go to bed. And then you won’t have any more nightmares”

Jiang Yuelou nods slowly before he looks at the witch

“How much?”

The witch smiles and shakes his head

“Until you’re no longer plagued by nightmares, we won’t discuss payment”

Jiang Yuelou blinks before he nods

“Alright…thank you”

The witch smiles and dips his head

“Pleasant dreams”

Jiang Yuelou then turns and heads back to the palace, hoping to get a good night’s rest

That evening, before he goes to bed, he downs the entire potion and crawls into bed, falling asleep. And to his wonder, he actually sleeps the entire night, never waking up once

When he wakes up the next morning, he’s never felt more rested, and everyone notices that he looks better

He then quickly heads back to the dream shop and heads inside, making the witch, who’s reading, look up at him and smile

“Your Highness. You’re back”

He then tilts his head

“Did you sleep well?”

Jiang Yuelou nods

“I did, thanks to your potion”

The witch smiles

“I’m glad”

Jiang Yuelou then tilts his head

“What’s your name?”

The witch blinks before he smiles and dips his head

“Chen Yuzhi”

Jiang Yuelou nods slowly

“Thank you, Chen Yuzhi”

Chen Yuzhi smiles again

“You’re welcome, Your Highness”

“Jiang Yuelou. Call me Jiang Yuelou”

Chen Yuzhi blinks before he chuckles and nods

“Jiang Yuelou”

Jiang Yuelou then tilts his head again

“Where’s…Keying, was it?”

Chen Yuzhi blinks before he nods

“Yes, my little sister. I sent her out on an errand, but she hasn’t come back yet”

Jiang Yuelou hums

“Would you like for me to go look for her?”

Chen Yuzhi looks at him with wide eyes before he shakes his head

“I couldn’t ask that of you…”

Jiang Yuelou chuckles

“It’s not a problem at all. You helped me with my nightmares…the least I can do is look for your sister”

Chen Yuzhi smiles slightly and dips his head

“Well, thank you”

Jiang Yuelou nods

“I’ll head to the market and see if I can find her or ask around if anyone’s seen her”

Chen Yuzhi nods and watches as Jiang Yuelou leaves the shop

Jiang Yuelou then heads back to the market and begins to look around, hoping to spot Keying, but the market is so crowded that trying to find a little girl is a little challenging

But he keeps looking and even starts to ask shop owners if they saw Keying. A few shop owners say they saw her, but they don’t know where she went, since the market is so crowded

One shop owner says she saw Keying getting guided away by someone, but they never say their face

A cold chill runs down Jiang Yuelou’s back and he quickly runs back to Chen Yuzhi’s dream shop and tells him what the shop owners told him. Chen Yuzhi stares at him with wide eyes before he places his book down and rushes around the counter over to Jiang Yuelou

“We need to get her back”

Jiang Yuelou nods

“And we will. We’ll get her back”

Chen Yuzhi shakes his head

“Who could have taken her?”

Jiang Yuelou frowns

“I know that there’s been a lot of child abductions lately…probably whoever’s taking those children took your sister”

Chen Yuzhi’s eyes widen as Jiang Yuelou grips his arms and looks him in the eyes

“We’ll find her. I promise you”

Chen Yuzhi nods as Jiang Yuelou takes him by the hand and guides him out of the shop, both of them heading back to the palace, where Jiang Yuelou gathers two of his knights, Song Rong and Sun Yongren

“You know about the missing children. I want you to ask around, see if anyone’s noticed anything and if there’s a pattern. If you find a pattern, report back”

Song Rong and Sun Yongren nod before they head out, leaving Jiang Yuelou and Chen Yuzhi alone before Jiang Yuelou looks at Chen Yuzhi

“We’ll find her. I promise you”

Chen Yuzhi frowns

“Why are you helping me?”

Jiang Yuelou smiles

“I told you. You helped me, so now I’m helping you”

Chen Yuzhi frowns

“You’re not doing it for some gain?”

Jiang Yuelou shakes his head

“What? Of course not”

Chen Yuzhi makes a face

“Are you sure? Most people want something out of a witch if they help them”

Jiang Yuelou huffs

“You already helped me. I don’t want anything from you. So let me help you”

Chen Yuzhi looks at him before he nods, just as Song Rong and Sun Yongren come back with a stall owner, who looks at them

“This woman says she thinks she might have seen something”

Jiang Yuelou and Chen Yuzhi look at her with wide eyes

“What did you see?”

The woman then explains that whenever she’s closing up her stall at night, she notices that one business stays open later than any other business which makes no sense because the market is closed and it’s not an inn, so there’s no reason for it to be staying open so late

She then goes onto explain that she sometimes sees crates being delivered away from the business and they’re rather large crates…almost the size of carriages and nothing that the store sells needs to be stored in crates that big

Jiang Yuelou frowns

“Do you think they’re abducting children?”

The woman shrugs

“It’s the only thing it can be”

Jiang Yuelou nods and thanks her, sending her away before he looks at Song Rong and Sun Yongren

“Guard the store until night falls. We’ll come and meet you and then we’ll take down the operation”

Sun Yongren and Song Rong nod before they head out as Jiang Yuelou turns to Chen Yuzhi

“You stay here when we run the operation”

Chen Yuzhi shakes his head

“Absolutely not. Keying is my sister, I’m helping rescue her”

Jiang Yuelou huffs

“I don’t want you to get hurt”

Chen Yuzhi’s eyes flash red

“I’m a witch, remember? They’ll have a hard time trying to kill me”

Jiang Yuelou sighs but agrees to let him come along

When night falls, Jiang Yuelou and Chen Yuzhi join Song Rong and Sun Yongren outside the tea house

“Anything?”

Song Rong shakes his head

“Nothing yet”

Just then, Chen Yuzhi perks his head up, his eyes wide

“I hear something. Follow me”

He then quickly slips off, Jiang Yuelou, Song Rong, and Sun Yongren following him as they head towards the back alley behind the tea house, noticing carts with large boxes on the back heading southward

“The kids are probably in those boxes”

Jiang Yuelou then turns towards Sun Yongren and Song Rong

“You deal with the owner of the tea house. Chen Yuzhi and I will go after the children”

Sun Yongren and Song Rong nod before Jiang Yuelou looks over at Chen Yuzhi

“Let’s go”

The four men then split up, Chen Yuzhi and Jiang Yuelou heading south while Song Rong and Sun Yongren went back to the tea house

In the mountains, the children are being carted by the traffickers until they suddenly come to a stop and are taken out of the boxes, all of the children, including Keying, trembling in fear while the traffickers go to conduct their deal

Unfortunately, the deal goes sideways and the people the traffickers were doing a deal with kills them, leaving the children defenseless. However, because Keying is a smart girl, she steps forward kicks the guy that was supposed to be counting them in the nuts before turning towards the other children

“RUN!”

The children don’t have to be told twice and immediately take off, the dealers quickly chasing after them

“Keep running!”

The children keep running and at one point, Keying gets separated from the others but quickly goes into hiding as one of the dealers chases after her

“Come out, come out, little girl! I’ve already seen you so there’s no point in hiding!”

Keying continues to hide, tears coming to her eyes, just as there’s a hand suddenly covering her mouth

“Shh, shh, don’t scream, don’t scream”

Keying then looks up to see Jiang Yuelou with a finger to his lips, Keying nodding as Jiang Yuelou turns her and pulls her in for a hug

Meanwhile, the dealer continues to search the area where Keying is hiding when suddenly something pierces his chest, making him look down to see what looks like a tendril of shadows poking out of his chest

He then turns to see Chen Yuzhi glaring at him with glowing red eyes before he rips the tendril out of him, watching as he falls to the forest floor, dead. Once he’s dead, Chen Yuzhi runs over to where Jiang Yuelou and Keying are hiding, quickly kneeling down beside them

“Keying”

Keying lifts her head out of Jiang Yuelou’s chest, her eyes wide

“Gege!”

Chen Yuzhi holds up a finger to his lips

“Shh”

Keying nods as Jiang Yuelou scoops her into his arms

“Come on”

The three of them run through the forest before they kneel down behind another embankment, Jiang Yuelou placing Keying down before he looks at her

“Stay here with your brother”

Keying nods as Chen Yuzhi looks at him with wide eyes

“Where are you going?”

“To take care of those bastards”

Chen Yuzhi shakes his head

“Not without me”

Jiang Yuelou opens his mouth to argue when Chen Yuzhi’s eyes flash

“Not without me”

Jiang Yuelou sighs before he looks at Keying

“Count to one thousand and if we’re not back, run down the mountain and go to the first person you find”

Keying blinks just as Chen Yuzhi and Jiang Yuelou run off, leaving her hiding in the embankment. She stares after them with wide eyes before she begins counting, hoping they come back soon

After they leave Keying, Jiang Yuelou and Chen Yuzhi start hunting down the other dealers, and once they find them, Jiang Yuelou ruthlessly runs one through before slicing their throat while Chen Yuzhi uses his shadow tendrils and throws one out, wrapping it around another dealer, lifting him into the air

He then slams him down onto his back using his magic before using his tendril to snap the dealer’s neck

Down at the tea house, Song Rong and Sun Yongren are standing outside before Song Rong bangs on the door

“Open up”

The door soon opens and a man pokes his head out before his eyes widen at the sight of Song Rong and Sun Yongren

“Gentlemen…what can I do for you?”

Sun Yongren raises an eyebrow

“Do you know what the punishment is for abducting children?”

The man blinks before he swallows nervously

“No, sirs, I don’t”

Song Rong grins darkly

“Death penalty”

The man looks at him with wide eyes as he leans down, getting in his face

“If you don’t want to be executed, I suggest you start talking”

The man nods and motions them inside

“Come in, please”

Song Rong and Sun Yongren nod before they step inside the tea house to talk

Back in the mountains, Chen Yuzhi and Jiang Yuelou are still hunting the other dealers down and soon come upon the rest, Chen Yuzhi letting out a low growl before he looks over at Jiang Yuelou

“I’ll handle this”

Jiang Yuelou raises an eyebrow before he smiles and motions to the dealers

“By all means”

Chen Yuzhi grins darkly before the ground begins to tremble under everyone’s feet, making the dealers look over at him before they run towards him, their weapons drawn

However, Chen Yuzhi is a lot faster and dodges out of the way before he slams his foot down, the ground opening beneath one dealer, the dealer falling to his death

The ground then closes as Chen Yuzhi throws out a tendril, hitting a dealer in the chest, crushing their rib cage

Just then, another dealer comes up behind him and slashes him in the shoulder, causing him to cry out in pain and whirl on the dealer, just as Jiang Yuelou jumps into the fight, slicing the dealer’s throat before he looks at Chen Yuzhi

“You okay?”

Chen Yuzhi nods

“Fine”

Jiang Yuelou nods, just as the dealers surround them, forcing him and Chen Yuzhi to be back to back before they glance at each other and nod, both of them rushing at the dealers, Jiang Yuelou hacking and slashing while Chen Yuzhi used his magic to throw the dealers into nearby trees or each other

He then turns to see a dealer rushing at Jiang Yuelou from behind when he’s preoccupied with another dealer and quickly uses a tendril, wrapping it around Jiang Yuelou’s waist before he tugs, pulling Jiang Yuelou out of the way as the two dealers crash into each other, running each other through

Jiang Yuelou then looks at him with wide eyes before he smiles

“Thanks”

Chen Yuzhi smiles and nods, just as a dealer with a large hammer comes swinging towards them, causing Jiang Yuelou’s eyes to widen before he wraps an arm around Chen Yuzhi’s waist and spins him out of the way before using his sword to slice the side of the man’s neck, sending him to the ground

Once all the dealers are dead, Chen Yuzhi and Jiang Yuelou look at each other, both men panting heavily, before Chen Yuzhi clears his throat, his tendrils disappearing from around Jiang Yuelou’s waist, Jiang Yuelou clearing his throat as well as he removes his arm from around Chen Yuzhi’s waist

“Let’s go get Keying”

Chen Yuzhi nods and they both head back to Keying, who’s thankfully still safe and still counting

“Keying”

Keying then looks up and when she sees them, her eyes fill with tears before she stands to her feet and launches herself at Chen Yuzhi

“Gege!”

Chen Yuzhi pulls her into a hug as she begins to cry, gently shushing her

“You’re okay…you’re okay”

Jiang Yuelou then looks at him and places a hand on his arm

“Let’s get you back to the palace…Keying can rest there. Your shoulder needs treatment”

Chen Yuzhi looks over at him and nods, the three of them heading back down the mountain as Keying looks at them

“What about the other children?”

Jiang Yuelou smiles

“Don’t worry, they’re safe”

Keying smiles weakly and nods before she rests her head on Chen Yuzhi’s shoulder and promptly passes out

Back at the palace, Jiang Yuelou shows Chen Yuzhi to a guest bedroom, where he tucks Keying in so she can sleep while Jiang Yuelou guides Chen Yuzhi to his bedroom, Jiang Yuelou carefully helping him remove the upper half of his robes just enough so that he can see the damage done

“You know I’m a witch, right? I can heal myself…”

Jiang Yuelou chuckles

“I’m sure you can, but just let me at least clean it. You can heal yourself afterwards”

Chen Yuzhi sighs and nods, Jiang Yuelou smiling as he carefully cleans the wound on Chen Yuzhi’s shoulder, Chen Yuzhi hissing softly

“Sorry”

Chen Yuzhi shakes his head

“It’s alright”

After Jiang Yuelou cleans it enough, he hums

“It’s clean now”

Chen Yuzhi nods before he shuts his eyes, Jiang Yuelou watching as Chen Yuzhi’s skin practically stitches itself back together until his back is unmarred and unblemished

“Woah”

Jiang Yuelou looks at his back in shock before he reaches up and gently touches the skin, causing Chen Yuzhi to shiver at his touch. Jiang Yuelou realizes what he’s doing and quickly pulls his hand away before he helps Chen Yuzhi back into his robes, Chen Yuzhi standing up before he turns and dips his head to Jiang Yuelou

“Thank you”

Jiang Yuelou chuckles

“I should be thanking you. You saved my ass tonight too”

Chen Yuzhi smiles as Jiang Yuelou looks at him

“You should rest. Today was pretty crazy”

Chen Yuzhi nods before he heads out of the room, heading to Keying’s room, just as Song Rong pokes his head in

“Sir”

Jiang Yuelou looks at him

“What’d you get out of the tea house?”

“We captured the ringleader. He didn’t want to die so he talked”

Jiang Yuelou nods

“Good…and the kids?”

Song Rong nods again

“All reunited with their parents”

Jiang Yuelou nods again

“Good. Thank you”

Song Rong nods and leaves as Jiang Yuelou yawns and walks over to his bed, promptly falling asleep

The next morning, Jiang Yuelou sees Chen Yuzhi and Keying off, Chen Yuzhi smiling softly at him

“Feel free to visit the shop anytime you’re in need of a dream…or a cure for a nightmare”

Jiang Yuelou looks at him before he smiles

“Can I visit the shop…for other reasons besides dreams?”

Chen Yuzhi’s eyes widen before he blushes and nods

“Sure”

Jiang Yuelou smiles and nods

“Take care, Yuzhi”

He then looks down at Keying and ruffles her hair

“Be good for your brother”

Keying nods before she and Chen Yuzhi leave the palace, Jiang Yuelou watching them leave

A few weeks later, Chen Yuzhi is sitting in his dream shop, working on some new spells, when the door opens and someone steps inside, making him look up

“Welcome!”

His eyes then widen before he smiles

“Jiang Yuelou”

Jiang Yuelou chuckles and walks over to him, leaning against the counter

“Chen Yuzhi”

He then tilts his head

“Are you free this evening?”

Chen Yuzhi blinks before he nods

“I believe so…why?”

Jiang Yuelou smiles

“Would you like to get dinner?”

Chen Yuzhi stares at him in shock before he blushes and nods, smiling softly

“Dinner…would be great”

#sass answers #anon edition #Killer and Healer #prince!jiang yuelou #witch!chen yuzhi #knight!song rong #knight!sun yongren #keying #witch au #killer and healer headcanons

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whimsicalcotton · 26 days

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thought a little too hard about calling her a knight in that one line. oops

#this is 2 whole layers of self indulgence bc i've also been thinking about an fe AU w pricefield as rachel's retainers #she probably wouldn't be a straight up knight for that tho. maybe a mage or an archer #chloe would be on that brawler > war cleric pipeline. yes the partial healer status is Important To Me #anyways. may or may not dip back into medibang once i pull some fe refs. may or may not be back. we'll see #nova scribbles #marrow max tag

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w1f1n1ghtm4r3 · 2 months

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have some random wd au doodle pages. mafuyu settling in with the dark knights and grumpy healer mage nene

#nene is very much the “cares a lot but also wishes everyone would stop being reckless and will complain about it” kind of healer #shes grumpy but goddamn if they arent her closest friends!#i really like this new brush for doodling lol #i have a decent bit of lore for everyone but kaito so far. kaito is just the leader of the dark knights but also the cool dad/uncle guy #im sure ill figure out stuff for him eventually. but for now hes just here #vbs miku would also be here ive just forgotten to include her in anythign. i guess she also doesnt have lore yet lol #w1f1 draws #i should really make a tag for this au.......#also yes the giant scar on mafuyus back is the result of the explosion from the comic i posted yesterday #magic can hurt the user just as much as anyone else! especially when uncontrolled!#nene and rui are also both very prone to magic scars #rui because he just forgets protective gear sometimes and nene because there *isnt* much protective gear for healing magic #nenes mainly concentrate around her neck and a bit on her hands while ruis are mainly covering his hands and arms

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halonicheart · 8 months

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𝓡𝓮𝓹𝓵𝓪𝓬𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓻𝔂 𝓹𝓪𝓻𝓽 𝓸𝓯 𝓶𝓮

𝓘𝓽'𝓼 𝓲𝓷 𝓫𝓮𝓽𝔀𝓮𝓮𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓮𝓼

𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓹𝓻𝓸𝓶𝓲𝓼𝓮 𝓲𝓼 𝓳𝓾𝓼𝓽 𝓪 𝓼𝓱𝓪𝓭𝓮 𝓸𝓯 𝓰𝓻𝓪𝔂

𝓑𝓮𝓽𝔀𝓮𝓮𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓭𝓪𝓻𝓴𝓷𝓮𝓼𝓼 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓵𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽

𝓣𝔀𝓸 𝓗𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓽𝓼

#lovette vairemont #duskwight elezen #duskwight #ffxiv elezen #elezen #I really pick up classes knowing full well I will never use them with actual ppl #which is funnier when canonically speaking lovette does take up dark knight #I do not tank with real players just npcs #can’t make me #same with healer lol tho that’s not canon #it’s an AU where she goes off the deep end #it’s complicated #a post for another time

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o-cinnamonstickz · 9 months

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Last Line Challenge

Rules: in a new post, show the last line you wrote (or drew) and tag as many people as there are words (or however many as you like).

Thank you @naffeclipse for the tag!! ❤️💖

The last line I wrote: “you may have free will, but that doesn’t stop the thing slowly killing you from the inside out..”

Last thing I drew: a small concept interaction between Cursed Healer!Y/N and Friendly Spirit!Charlie from my Healer’s Knights AU. Y/N’s been burning the midnight oil, and it shows..

(This AU is still in the works so some concepts may change!!)

No pressure tags!! @miraculouslybobatea @eating-you-alive-cutely @xnanosilverx @gessshoku @robinette-green @axolotlinjammies @pulsarsatellite

#last line challenge #healer’s knights #healer’s knights AU #fnaf sb dca au #fnaf sb au #cursed healer!y/n #friendly spirit!charlie #chain game #moot #moots #Stickz Scribbles

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xsoteria · 2 years

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#*is tiny* (ง'̀-'́)ง » OOC #sometimes i really want to give genshin verses to some of my other muses but like #my brain only gets as far as the element and possible weapon usually lmao #astra would be dendro catalyst & beth would be geo sword #astra is a healer and beth shields since you know *gestures at her* knight/paladin deal #but anything else? constellation? background? nation? nah. too much work apparently agsjsdhsgs #einar doesn't have au verses yet but like. people with animal features exists and he's a viera in final fantasy #they have bunny ears so he could work #he gives me anemo vibes given his freedom and wandering nature as the wol #weapon tho? he prefers close combat so #sword probably #i can't see him with a spear & he doesn't have dragoon in 14 bc of this #he does have gnb which a gun-sword #and reaper has a scythe #see this is why i want genshin to add more weapon types #i hate being restricted to so few of them #gimme chakrams or axes or hand-to-hand combat styles #dual-wielding knives

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peachdues · 5 months

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THE SWEET FAR THING (TEASER)

Knight!Kyojuro x F!Royal!Reader

Kyojuro my beloved, it is your time to shine again.

Have a sneak peek from my Royal AU featuring one of mt favorite tropes — sworn protector/guard x royal.

Obviously this will be super NSFW, who do y’all think I am.

CW: suggestive/horny content ahead.

Scene context: angy Knight Rengoku slips into your chambers late at night following a failed coup attempt.

He’s angry and you know why — you’d directly disobeyed his orders and launched yourself headfirst into the chaos which erupted in the Great Hall.

His presence in your rooms is daunting; a dark anger ripples off him like waves of heat roll off stone in the summer, and yet he says not a word as he slowly stalks toward where you stand near the edge of your bed.

A predator stalking his prey.

Only when the tips of his boots meet the toes of your slippers, only when you feel the blustering heat rolling off his body and enveloping you within its suffocating warmth, does Sir Rengoku open his mouth.

“Where.” It is all he says, his voice low and rich. His eyes are twin pools of molten ore, but even now, you can see the rage simmering within their ochre depths.

“Where.” He repeats, though his tone is harsher.

“‘Where what, Sir Rengoku?” Your voice is as soft as the shadows cast around the walls of your chambers by the flames crackling merrily in your hearth.

A muscle feathers in his jaw. “Your wounds,” his face twists as though the very thought of any harm befalling you is offensive. “Where are they.”

It is not a question, but a demand; one that you know spells trouble if you should answer truthfully.

Trouble that piques your interest nonetheless; one that stokes a curiosity within you that you know is dangerous.

You pursue it anyways. “I am unharmed.”

The knight’s mouth curls into a snarl at the obviousness of your lie. “That is not what the healer claimed.”

“What good is the word of a healer against the crown?” Defiance rears its head within you, eager to both rise to his challenge and to see exactly how far you can push him. “Is my word not law?”

Rengoku scoffs as he steps closer, his leg slotting between your thighs and forcing you to lean back into tour bed frame for support. “It may be so,” he admits, though the fury in his eyes make no such concessions. “But empires built on baseless laws are inevitably doomed to fall.”

“Meaning?”

The Knight’s eyes flash. “Your words are horseshit and you know it.”

He’s right and but you’ll be damned before you admit it.

“You overstep,” the bite of your glare is belied by the way you’re forced to shift your weight awkwardly from foot to foot, as you try your best not to think about the burning press of his thigh between yours. “Now kindly remove yourself from my chambers.”

Rengoku makes no effort to move and his obstinacy thrills you.

Instead, his hands rise to the front tie of your dressing gown and begin tugging, slowly undoing the haphazard knot you’d fastened in your haste to make yourself decent.

Your fleeting moment of triumph is chased away by the breath which lodges in your throat.

“What are you doing?”

Your knight — your fiery, loyal, compassionate yet utterly insufferable knight — slides a single hand between the parted folds of your robe, coming to rest on the dip of your waist covered only by the thing fabric of your nightgown.

The weight of his palm feels like a brand against your skin. “Since you refuse to be forthright about the extent of your injuries,” Rengoku says, pushing the robe away from your shoulders. “I shall have to take inventory of them myself.”

Your dressing gown drops to the bed behind you before sliding to the floor to puddle around your feet. Wordlessly, Rengoku steps away just enough to kneel before you, though his eyes remain locked with yours.

You are wading into treacherous waters, and you know you are without any raft or life preserver which could keep you afloat.

“I shall scream,” you warn, though you do not mean it; not really. You intend only to give him an out, a means to come back to his senses before the blazing heat of his stare consumes you both. “I shall alert the rest of the palace guard.”

His fingers skim up the length of your shin, a phantom caress that is a mockery of how you truly wish for him to touch you.

“My duty is to guard the Crown and ensure no harm befalls it, your Majesty,” Rengoku’s breath follows the path carved by his hands up your legs. He pauses at the knee-length hemline of your nightgown, his chin resting against the slight bend in your leg.

It nearly frightens you how much you adore seeing him on his knees, peering up at you like you are the embodiment of salvation itself.

“So by all means, call forth the Guard,” the Knight’s fingers slowly push below the hem of your nightdress, brushing against the sensitive skin of your inner thigh. “Call forth every living creature within the palace, for all I care. They will see only the Princess’s Knight, carrying out his sworn duties and managing her every need.”

Your chest begins to rise and fall rapidly as Rengoku’s fingers tease higher and higher up your thigh. “And what are my needs, Sir Rengoku?”

Your flame-haired protector only hums. “To have your wounds tended to, for starters,” and it takes everything in you not to let your head fall back with a cry as Rengoku presses a single, chaste kiss just above your knee.

But the sweetness of the gesture is undercut by the darkness of his gaze. “And to be punished for directly defying the orders of your Guard.”

yes daddy punish me —

#demon slayer #kimetsu no yaiba #kyojuro rengoku #kny #kny x reader #kny fanfic #kny rengoku #kny kyojuro #kny smut #demon slayer kimetsu no yaiba #demon slayer smut #kny fic #demon slayer fanfic

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casualheizouenjoyers · 11 months

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- secrets i have held in my heart

featuring: jing yuan, bailu, yanqing, reader

warnings: a bit angsty ig, hanahaki au, blood, sickness, throwing up, coughing and just general sick stuff

Orchids grow where others cannot.

This phrase reigns especially true when orchids begin to grow in your body. Scratching your throat and clogging up your lungs.

You try to laugh it off as a small cough, a small sickness, as if the whole thing didn’t fill you with dread when you thought about the invasive plant infesting your every breath.

It isn’t until finally you violently cough over your sink that a bloodied white orchid petal came fluttering out.

Were… you some form of mara struck? You wondered in confusion at the collection of petals that grew with each hack of your lungs.

The high elder —Bailu— immediately takes up your case. Which is potentially concerning as you’ve gone to about possibly any doctor that will see you for some kind of explanation to your floral fever and none of them have had anything good to say.

In fact, they have nothing to say about your illness. No one knew what was causing the orchids to bloom, making a home of your decaying body; a pretty parasite taking you ahold.

The little Vidyadhara girl frowned upon seeing the collection of whole flowers and crumbled petals, all coated with a splattered layer of dried blood.

Bailu’s eyes squinted as she observed the floral.

Perhaps, it was some kind of achievement that you had every doctor and healer on the luofu stumped at your conditions?

It isn’t until you’re coughing out another flower, this time red covering it was still vibrant and liquid, that the healer decided you were some form of mara struck and needed to be monitored closely. Even as she wrote out her prescription and made you promise to come back the next week, you could tell she wasn’t too sure about what she was saying.

That did absolutely nothing to calm your nerves.

You go home after collecting your prescription and puke out leaves and stems along with the flowers.

Despite your sickness, work is work, you decided, and working as a tutor was fulfilling for you. You hope —prayed— that the sight of your favorite student, Yanqing, would bring you some form of joy. The lesson went smoothly, though it was clear your student’s mind was up in the clouds, but you didn’t comment about it as yours was rooted deep elsewhere.

With the closing of the textbook, Yanqing’s eyes light up.

“Can we swordfight now?” The teenaged boy asked.

You almost said no.

You had realized early on that Yanqing would do his work and pay attention better if you found a way to relate it to swordsmanship, or if you promised that the two of you would spar a little after a lesson.

There was a growing weakness in your body. It seemed that describing the flowers as a parasite wasn’t inaccurate, as every day went on you felt them drain the energy out of you.

Yanqing waited for your response.

You nodded, standing up and picking up your sword from where it rested on a wall. Once, you had used it as a cloud knight, now it only ever saw use when teaching the blonde boy.

Yanqing excitedly ran to the other side of the room, drawing his sword and getting into position. He paused, looking over at you.

When did your eyes become so sunken in? Your hand shook as you held your sword up and it became increasingly clear to Yanqing that you were in no position to swordfight.

Your student called out your name, a hint of concern in his voice.

“I— Give me a moment—” You called out, placing a hand on your head as a sudden headache came, making your vision blur and your legs lose balance as you head tumbling for the floor.

Yanqing tossed his sword far away as he slid to catch you.

Bailu is halfway through her yearly appointment with the general when you come in with Yanqing by your side.

You mumbled apologies for the interruption and swore on your life you were fine.

You had honestly not realized how bad things had gotten in the few days from the last time you had seen the healer.

Your heart fluttered at the sight of Jing Yuan.

The orchid also fluttered out of your mouth in a set of coughs that leave you out of breath on the ground, Yanqing down at your side again.

There are multiple voices speaking but your mind can focus on none of them.

Jing Yuan helped you up and you feel your heart clench up as a choke comes to your throat.

More orchids.

He whispered to you in a soft voice, trying to help you through this coughing fit as Yanqing explained the situation that had happened just a few minutes before.

Bailu watched this, shock painted on the girls face as she realized two truths.

You were indeed mara struck, just with a rare mutation that had gone out thousands of years ago.

You were also in love with the general

and it was going to be the death of you.

#piers writes #hsr x reader #honkai star rail x reader #jing yuan x reader #jing yuan #hsr #hsr fic #hanahaki au #gender neutral reader #a little angst as a treat #teehee #who wrote this broooo #part two when #??#dont ask me

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daily-new-vessel · 7 months

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"Teleport War"

can't catch up enemy's teleport...

#Healer #Guardian #cult of the lamb #cotl #cotl au #Shin Vessel #Bumpy #hollow knight #hollow knight oc #new vessel #vessel #little ghost #the new guest

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peachesofteal · 6 months

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Medieval/and or fantasy ghoap x reader AU? Ghost and Soap are Knights under the 141 legion and happen to walk into a town where everyone is accusing reader of being some demon/ practicing witchcraft (she has anxiety).

🏰🗡️🔮 okay, okay. With a few changes. A lot of changes, sorry! 18+ MDNI / rescue, comfort, etc no smut

“You cannot p-p-possibly-“ the magistrate stutters, hands out in front of his body as if he even has a sliver of a chance of fending them off.

Simon stalks forward, bloodied sword gleaming in the candle light, silver stained with ruby ichor, the remnants of the hired protection outside, all slain, all dying.

The hired protection that he paid for, with the coin he made off of you.

“Ye cannae possibly believe,” Johnny snarls, steps vibrating with rage. “That ye’ll be talkin’ yer way out o’ this one.”

“She’s possessed, she-“

“Do not bother to lie. You do not believe it. We know you’ve been using her.” Simon barks. “We’ve heard the tales. The tongues wag far and wide over the rumors about your seer.”

“She needs healing, and my healers are uniquely qualified, experienced with witchcraft.” The magistrate whines, still stepping backwards on his heels, eyes wide, sweat dripping from his temple.

“Ye stole her!” Johnny roars, shouldering past Simon. “Ye waited until we were called away and then ye broke into our home and took her.” The magistrate shakes his head.

“She needs-“

“She needs nothing from you. Except to be free.” Simon cracks his neck. “And for you to be dead.”

“No. No, you can’t. I’m a- a noble. You cannot just-“

“Aye. We can.”

“Tell us where she is, and perhaps, we��ll let you live.” Simon counters, and the magistrate relaxes, body going languid like a fool.

“She’s in the room. At the end of the hall.” He grabs at a key around his neck, and Johnny rips it away, worn leather string breaking free without much effort.

“Johnny.” It’s a hum, an order, and he grins with his answer, whistling his way down the hall.

The last thing the magistrate sees is the swing of Simon’s sword, cleaving through the air, headed straight for his neck.

“Darling?” The room is dark. It smells, reeks of blood and bile, and his stomach turns. This is where he’s been hiding you? After all the coin that heathen made from your visions, this is the best he could give you? “Darling? Are ye in here?” There’s nothing, no response, no whisper of your sweet voice. Just the sound of shaky breathing, whimpering. “It’s me. It’s Johnny.”

He can just barely see the outline of your shoulder under the window, and he crouches, reaching towards your knee, brushing his fingertips over your skin.

“N-no.” You whisper, and he frowns.

“It’s Johnny. Simon’s here too. We’re here now, darling, ye’re safe.” The doors swings, banging into the stone wall, you startle, flinching against the window.

“Johnny?” Simon murmurs, coming to stand behind him, hand on his shoulder.

“Ah dinnae- she-“

“Those who walk in the woods will see their feet stained with blood.” You croak, shivering.

“Wot?” Simon questions, but you don’t respond.

They can just barely make out the sight of your dress, more of a sack, torn and tattered, encrusted with dirt and blood and goddess knows what else.

“We need tae get her out o’ here.” Johnny’s voice stays low, cautious. Worried.

“Darling, can you hear me?” Simon tries, but you still say nothing, little noises coming from your mouth every other moment.

He rocks forward to take you into his arms, hoping the familiarity will calm you, bring you back to yourself.

But you let out a bloodcurdling scream instead, the terror in your voice so rich, so real, he nearly loses his grip on your struggling body.

You fight them. Clawing and ripping and tearing, hands wild, tugging at Johnny’s hair, Simon’s clothes, until they’ve got your arms pinned down, Johnny cooing to you softly.

“It’s alright, it’s alright. Breathe for me, darling. Jus’ breathe.” You’re still struggling, still trying wrench yourself free, and when you thrash, you face catches the moonlight.

That’s when they see it.

Johnny chokes on his gasp, and Simon cups your chin, tilting your eyes back towards the light, back towards the window to reveal the horrifying truth.

Your eyes are completely white. Pupils, irises, blood vessels, all fogged out, covered with creamy, milky white that looks more like the moon than your beautiful eyes that they’ve known, loved, so dearly.

“No.” Johnny whispers. You whimper, head swinging, eyebrows creased, chest heaving.

Their worst fears, realized. They always knew this was a possibility but… for it to happen when you were being held captive. When they couldn’t be here. When they weren’t able to help you, comfort you.

The terror you must have felt.

“She only sees with the Sight now.” Simon says. “It’s why she doesn’t recognize us. She’s lost herself to it, to the Goddess.”

You blink rapidly, like you’re hearing them, head cocking slightly toward their voices, and Simon strokes a thumb down your cheek.

“Shhh.” Johnny hums, and you settle, a bit dejected, but quieting in their arms as they hold you. “Just breathe. Good girl, nice an’ slow for us.” After you get two lungfuls, they shift, Simon’s arms curling around your body and holding you close as Johnny opens the door.

“Let’s go home, darling.”

#I could write this for real but I don’t have the bandwidth so #have this instead #peaches asks #peaches writes #ghoap x reader #soap x reader x ghost #female reader

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bluelockmaniac · 1 month

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BEYOND THE PALACE WALLS (ft. alexis ness)

royal/fantasy au - princess reader x wizard alexis ness

no kaiser in this story– feeding ness simps ♡

wc; 1k

"in which a bored princess seeks a wizard rumoured to possess extraordinary healing abilities to find a cure for her ill father"

you were the princess of the vast empire of anastas, a land blessed with fertile soil by the gods themselves, a formidable army, and advanced architecture. an empire revered by allies, feared by foes. but, beneath the deceiving facade of prosperity, there beat a restless heart, longing for the thrill of exploring way beyond the palace walls. you badly wanted to set foot in the crowded markets in town, where street vendors promoted their goods, where the overwhelming aroma of spices filled the air and vibrant tapestry gave the town life. your parents forbade you.

fate, however, had plans for you. sure– the concern for your father, the emperor, had weighed heavily on your heart when the royal knights announced he had fallen gravely ill, and that not even the most skillful of healers in anastas could cure him– but, as sickening as one might think, you felt a strange feeling of excitement after getting the reluctant approval of the empress to finally leave the palace and venture into the ancient forest with a purpose; to seek the mysterious wizard rumoured to possess unrivaled healing abilities, ness.

you began your journey into the forest and it was beyond comparison to the royal gardens in your wing of the palace–no offense to your gardeners. large trees and colourful plants and flowers decorated the area and the scent of wet earth was lingering in the air. it was very quiet, and only the sounds of rustling leaves and frequent chirps and squeals of creatures you have yet to see can be heard.

however, this ancient forest did not align with the rumours. it seemed as though some mysterious ‘force’ was attentively tending to every leaf and branch of the forest. the fierce beasts you had expected to encounter weren’t there. neither were the giants or tiny, cunning, elf bandits that your mother warned you about. everything was well preserved– from the mushroom on the soil to the ladybug climbing the tree.

you had absolutely no clue where you were going, only guided by the subtle hints of ness’ whereabouts. and finally, you reach an ancient tower–cracks and crevices on its withering stone walls along with overgrown ivy draped tightly around it. suddenly, the man you were looking for emerged from the tower as if he had sensed your arrival. it was him. it was unmistakable, plain as daylight.

he had an exceptional, distinctive aura, an aura that surpassed even the best mages of anastas. despite your best efforts to appear composed, you could not help but feel suffocated by the tension of the atmosphere that… he involuntarily portrays?

“sir,” the words trip awkwardly out of your mouth as you look at him with twitching lips, a failed attempt to smile at him, “y-you must be ness, the legendary wiza–”

“oh my, the princess herself–the embodiment of royalty– graces me with her presence,” he chuckles and walks closer to you, bending slightly as he gently takes your hand and presses a soft kiss on it, “please, fret not, my princess,” he grins, “it’s been quite a while since i’ve last seen someone.”

pulling your hand away, a soft blush spreads across your face, tinting your cheeks a rosy pink, “ness, i desperately need your help,” it felt strange. despite experiencing this gesture from countless tedious suitors who seeked your hand in marriage, you had never felt your heart race as much as it does in this moment. “...my father, the emperor, has fallen ill and is in critical condition,” you utter with desperation, tightly clutching onto his cloak as you look at him pleadingly. “please, help my father,”

“oh,” a soft sigh escapes his lips as he holds his elbow and rests his head against his palm, “i suppose i can heal the emperor, princess,” he starts, a smirk playing on his lips, “but, naturally, nothing comes without a cost. my assistance is no exception,” he adds as his fingers gently lift your chin to meet his gaze.

you feel your heart drop as you prepare yourself for the conditions he is about to lay out. is he some sadistic bastard who’s going to make you fight to your death with a monstrous cerberus he summons? with reluctance, you gulp, “n-name your price, i’ll give you whatever you wish for– be it a thousand white horses or a million gold bars,”

he adjusts his coat, dismissing the material offerings, “horses? gold? far too ordinary, not my style,” he laughs, his fingers gently tucking your hair behind your ear, “what i’m really after,” he teases with a glint of mischief in his eyes, “is a kiss,”

you pause, shock washing over your face. did you hear that correctly? or was your mind playing games with you? “a… a kiss?” you stammer, your heart was beginning to beat uncontrollably against your wishes all over again. you felt conflicted, unsure of how to respond to ness’ unexpected demand. “why? a kiss won’t benefit you all, so wh–”

“says who?” he laughs, patting your head gently, “dare i say, i’m certain any man would be thrilled to have the opportunity to share a kiss with the princess, hm?”

“...i…” what you feel for this man is unlike anything you have ever felt before– your racing heart, the warmth spreading across your cheeks, the sudden consciousness of your own appearance– they’re all sensations you remember your palace nanny describing in fairy tale books, sensations you thought were only for the characters of the novel. you once dismissed those feelings as mere fantasies, but now you couldn’t deny it any longer, “ness, it’ll be my first kiss,” you gaze deeply into his magenta-coloured eyes, looking for assurance, “make it good.”

grinning playfully, he tenderly rests his palm against your cheek, pulling you in closer by your waist, “your wish is my command, princess,” he murmurs softly before pressing his lips affectionately against yours. his lips felt distant, yet strangely familiar, as if you had not just met this man a few minutes ago. your arms instinctively find their way around his neck, pulling him even closer until your chests were pressed together.

you still vividly remember the day you granted his request– the day his hand guided you towards the enchanted tree of healing and extended its branch to you. it’s been three years since that encounter, yet you still find yourself gazing out of the window of your palace chambers, yearning for the day when fate would reunite you once more.

thank you for reading!! comments appreciated ♡

a/n: this was so much fun to write, i've been obsessing over manhwas lately and thought i could somehow incorporate ness' backstory in a royalty setting.

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sprout-fics · 2 months

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For the valentines requests, can I request Soap with ‘gentle touch’?

Gentle Touch (Valentines day asks)

Tags: Prince Soap, Healer reader, Wounds/injuries, Whump, Sickfic, Royalty AU, Gaelic

“Make way for the prince!”

All heads in the medical tent turn at the cry, hands pausing as they nurse the wounded to observe the man who is brought in by a collection of broad, well armed knights. They flank him on either side, iron armor splattered with blood and viscera and rushing between the injured soldiers as they rush their liege towards the back of the tent.

You follow them at once, wiping your bloodied hands as you catch sight of the man in question. His odd hair marks him apart from his fellows, slick with sweat as it drapes across his forehead. He’s pale, lips devoid of color and eyes fluttering as he tries to rouse himself with little success. Someone has dragged his kilt aside to reveal the arrow protruding from his left shoulder- the feathers streaked with blood.

Outside, the battle rages on.

He’s laid on a blanket as you dart to his side, chest thumping wildly as his blue eyes catch yours for only a moment before rolling away.

“Help him.” One of his knights pleads beside you, brown eyes fearful and desperate as he tugs at your sleeve. “Please.”

You nod numbly, wiping your hands with a wet cloth before falling to your knees beside the young prince. His chest rises shallow under your hands, and as you fumble with his shirt a second pair of gauntleted hands tears it apart so you can place your palms against his hair, blood soaked chest.

“I need space to work.” You tell them hoarsely, chest clenching at the thought it may be your head if you are unable to save him.

“I’m not leaving him-” The knight from before gasps, wild eyed and distraught before his older fellow places a hand on his shoulder.

“Gaz.” The knight captain warns. “We’re still needed.”

Gaz stares at his liege in distress, looking to your own gaze desperately with a wordless plea.

Save him.

“Ghost.” The knight captain says, and the larger, dark clad knight lingers at the foot of the blanket, fists clenched and jaw clenched as he regards the feverish young prince mumble something in his barely lucid state. The look he offers you have you swallow hard around the fear in your throat, promising a tumultuous and uncertain future should you fail your duty. He too vanishes, leaving you alone with the young prince.

You work quickly, ignoring the impending threat should you fail, the shaking of your hands as blood continue to spill forth. You press hard on the wound, feel blood gush around your fingers until it mercifully begins to stem, all while he trembles beneath your fingers.

He chokes on the pain, the young prince, eyes rolling and skin slick with a cold sweat as his body tries vainly to recover itself from the arrow that was lodged deep into his chest. You whisper the prayers of saints as you bend over him, tongue narrowly avoiding the rotes of the dead as the prince whimpers from the agony of his wound.

He rouses at one point, head rolling towards you and examining you through lidded eyes. His lips move, trying to form words as his brow furrows, blinking slowly as observing your frightened eyes.

“Càr-aingeal.” He slurs, and his head falls backwards once more. You recognize his tongue, blinking at the delusional rambling of “Guardian angel.” and reminding yourself the warmth on your face is only that of exertion.

You panic when his heartbeat begins to slow under your hands. He’s no longer bleeding, but the sudden steadiness of it has you pressing an ear to his bloody chest to listen to the thrum of it inside the cage of ribs. Yet his breathing has calmed, chest rising strong and steady despite his sickly pale complexion.

You thank the saints that he is as strong as he is.

It takes time to wipe the blood free, to stitch his wound closed with clean thread, and you watch his sleeping face contort with pain as you work, face warming with the realization that despite the grimace, the prince is handsome.

The battle has begun to quiet outside, but wounded still flow into the tent. You refuse to leave the prince’s side unless his health suddenly turns. His skin is cold from blood loss, and in your desperate attempt to warm him you find yourself laying beside him, praying and attempting to imbue some of your own warmth to him.

It’s dark when you awake.

There’s a hand stroking your cheek.

You raise your head drowsily, scarcely avoiding a gasp when you discover the weary, gaunt gaze of the prince regarding you with fondness.

“Wondered if I dreamt ye.” He tells you quietly, his other arm limp at his side, bandaged and bound. “Thought maybe ye’d come to collect my soul or summat.”

You gasp some sort of flustered excuse, trying to move away, only for his arm to keep you close.

“Stay.” He pleads, rather than demands, eyes tired and soft. “You’re warm.”

That’s likely true, if only because your face feels aflame.

Still, you obligate his request, tucking yourself small but hesitant against his bare side.

The prince, Soap as he would tell you in the coming days where you nurse him back to health, sighs in contentment, eyes fluttering.

“An angel.” He whispers, as if to himself, and you raise your head only to watch his handsome face go blissfully slack with sleep.

You find, as you drift to sleep beside him, that your hearts beat in sync.

#soap x reader #johnny soap mactavish x reader #soap mactavish x reader #john soap mactavish x reader #john mactavish x reader #valentines day asks

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