Asch x Daemos! Reader

Relationship: Lovers

Settting: Daemos Castle

Second Person PoV

(Y/n) - Your name

(F/c) - Favorite color

(H/c) - Hair color

Caress - Daemos word for kiss

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        "Where are they?!" Asch's voice boomed as he ran into the training room. He had come from the other side of the castle, which was evident by his heavy breathing. But the second he heard that you had been injured in a spar, he couldn't stop himself from going to you. No distance was too far for his (Y/n)...

        His eyes quickly found your body, lying unconscious on the ground, purple stains coating your (f/c) armor. He slid to your aid, scooping you up into his arms and standing again. His eyes lingered on your body, fear coursing through him. It was such a different look than the one he gave the soldier nearby, the one responsible for your state. "Find Leif and tell him that he is needed in my chambers. You will be dealt with later."

        The guard swallowed hard and nodded before running off to find one of Asch's four knights. Asch, meanwhile, began walking, being weary of your injures while supporting your limp body.

        As far as he was concerned, he was head-over-heels in love with you. Someday, you would be ruling Daemos at his side, therefore your safety and protection was a priority of his. No harm was allowed to come to you for any reason, but this time got away from him...

        Once he reached his destination, he set you down on his plush bed and began removing the armored pieces of your attire for easier access to the wounds. Leif arrived just minutes later, shocked by your injuries.

        "All this from a spar...?" He inquired, eyes trained on the immense amount of blood staining your bodysuit and the open wounds visible through tears in the fabric.

        Asch shook his head. "I wouldn't buy it. (Y/n) is more skilled when it comes to sparring, I don't believe this was an accident." Asch stated, coldly. "I may need you to assassinate that guard once your work is done here."

        "Gladly~!" Leif hummed, roused by the opportunity to kill. He looked back to you, his grin fading. "Should I wake them?"

        "Heal them first." Asch answered, sternly. "I'd rather not watch them writhe in pain from the injuries."

        Leif nodded to the prince and got to work, healing as much of your injuries as he was able to with his magic, seeing as the cuts were deep into your skin. He wrapped up the rest of the wounds, effectively stopping the remaining blood flow. "I've done all I can." Leif said, stepping back to admire his work. "Just give 'em some time to rest and heal and they'll be fine."

        He then waves his hand over your head, using his magic to wake you. You let out a soft hiss from the pain, shifting in your sleeping state. Asch gave Leif a nod, both thanking and dismissing him, and the assassin left to carry on with his duties, leaving prince with you.

        Your eyes flickered open, immediately finding Asch. "What... What happened?" You groaned in pain as you tried to sit up. Asch's hands found your shoulders and he pushed you back down, gently.

        "Rest. You're still hurt." His tone was surprisingly sweet and soothing to you, so you settled into the soft bed beneath you and reached for your lover's arm.

        He raised an eyebrow at you, to which you stared back at him with a longing gaze. "Rest with me, my prince...~" You hummed, slightly delusional from your drowsiness and the loss of blood.

        But Asch chuckled and rolled over you, so that he now laid at your side. He pulled the velvety covers over your bodies and inched closer, wrapping his arms around your smaller form, all the while being weary of your wounds. He shuts his eyes, his chin resting atop of your head, nestled in your soft, (h/c) locks and right between your ridged (f/c) horns.

        You sighed, contently, leaning into the natural warmth of his body. "You realize that you probably shouldn't show so much favoritism with me, right?" Your voice is barely above a whisper, but he can practically see the smirk on your lips.

        "I see no problem with that, Pet." He hums in response. "I plan on making you a crowned royal someday, ruling over Daemos at my side." The hand that wasn't secured around your waist found one of your hands, and he intertwined your fingers, before lifting it up to his lips to caress your knuckles. "I will protect you until that day, and every minute after."

        His words made your heart swell, as you rolled, pushing him down and straddling his hips, trying not to wince from your remaining injuries. Red velvet draped around your bodies as you leaned down to press a passionate caress to his lips. His hands wandered down to your hips, keeping your weakened body stable on top of his.

        You broke the caress, slowly sitting back up and smiling down at him. He raises a hand up to comb through your hair, a smirk present on his lips. "As much as I enjoy this view, I don't think it'd be wise for you to spend the night on top of me, Pet. In any sense."

        You rolled your eyes, carefully slipping off of his lap and back onto the mattress. "I suppose that can be arranged. There's always other nights...~" You replied, seductively, snuggling back into his chest. His arms cautiously circled you, drawing you closer to him, once again engulfing you in his calming body heat. "Sleep well, my flame."

        He smiled, softly, eyes closing again. "Good night, my (Y/n)..."