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#returning back to my Griffith roots lol
sweetlywriting · 2 years
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Last weakness
Griffith x Reader
Warnings-Starts off very fluffy but gets very dark, slightly graphic descriptions of violence, gender neutral, you die.
It had always been the two of you, the Hawk and his closest friend. The first to join the band, the one who believed in Griffith most, the loyalist soldier. But he didn’t show favoritism. Or at least tried to.
It had been a bloody skirmish, what was supposed to be a small fight had turned much more deadly than imagined and in the end you had deep cuts in your flesh and blood stuck in your hair. You had fallen long before some of the other soldiers and could see Griffith was the only one standing. Why he had chosen to carry you back was besides knowing.
He guided you too a nearby river and gently laid you down so your head was barely touching the river, face up. Oh. Your heart sank. Was he trying to drown you so death wouldn’t be as painful?
“I’m just going to wash your hair.” He said laughing lightly at the doom on your face.
“Ohh” You muttered back quite embarrassed.
Wait does that mean he'll-
Two warm hands gently started to thread through your hair as blood started to leave the tangled mess. The sky had been replaced with Griffith's leaning figure as he continued to wash your hair. There wasn’t much to other than stare and his features, majestic white hair framing his face and almost falling to yours, full lips, and skin the color of marble. Breathtaking.
"You look like an angel." To this he didn't respond, simply smiling half grim half warm smile. But you were sure of it, him picking you while the others died had to be some sort of divine intervention. He truly was an angel.
"You are an angel" You muttered fading off to sleep as he grazed his lips against your forehead and took you back to camp.
***
You had wanted to ask if that meant anything to him, but the look in his eyes told you not to question it. But you could tell something had changed by the way he brushed your hand before battle, and embraces that lasted far longer than normal.
Still, there was some sort of shift in the way he acted after that battle. You brushed it off to just be aftershock. surely no one would be the exact same seeing so many of their men being slaughtered. Now all he'd talk about was “something bigger” and “reaching new heights”, it had begun to worry you. You wanted to talk to him, but Griffith was already heading towards you.
“Ah y/n, will you walk with me? There’s something I want to speak about.”
You promptly joined him as he paced out of his tent and into the forest, the trail seemed familiar but you didn’t care much. A comfortable silence stretched out as your smiled at where he had lead you. The river where he washed your hair. You were about to comment on the nice sentiment when-
“I’m leaving the band.”
“What?!” You stumbled back in suprisie almost hitting the side of tree.
“I have a new dream. A kingdom. My kingdom.” He replied.
“What about everyone else? You can’t just leave us. You can’t leave me.”
“There’s only one thing stopping me. I love you y/n.”
This had ridden you completely speechless, stricken by all the emotions coursing through one small talk.
“If somehow you love back me I hope you understand why I have to get rid of any weakness,”
The warm from the sentiment of the place slowly vanished, replaced by only a second glance as Griffiths face more beautiful than ever as a strong hand wrapped around your neck and shoved your face into the water, face down this time. You choked as water filled in your mouth and nose. No matter how much you struggled the hand held you down firmly. You had not been given a chance to beg for your life, he was to afraid he might actually let you go.
When the struggling had stopped and your breathing had ceased Griffith had pulled you out, kissed your forehead once again and let your lifeless body flow down the stream.
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