Well looked after
Summary: Porthos has been in a fight; luckily for him he has you to look after him. Pairing: Porthos x Female Reader WordCount: 532 Prompt: “Yeah, but you should see the other guy.” Warnings: N/A A/N: 30 Days of 30 Drabbles for my 30th Birthday Credit to cafekitsune for the banner and the divider!
Porthos grinned when he watched you stroll towards him. It had been a long day, and he’d found himself in several altercations - Nothing he couldn’t handle. His body was tired and aching after the physically strenuous day. He slowly made his way over to you, observing how your smile dropped and morphed into worry. He hated it when you looked at him like that.
“Have you been in a fight?” You placed your basket down on the ground, immediately beginning to scan Porthos’s body for injuries.
“Yeah, but you should see the other men.” Porthos had been proud of his win; he’d taken them down with an expert ease. Injury was expected when one was a musketeer. Porthos didn’t ignore how you shook your head at the mention of other men. Regardless, your hand traced the cut above his eye tenderly. Capturing your hand in his, Porthos pressed a kiss to your palm. A sliver of a smile as his beard tickled your palm.
“Have your wounds been cleaned?”
“They have, but I’d prefer your wistful gaze.” Porthos trusted the others. He knew everything was well taken care of. Nothing was broken; the bruises on his torso would heal, but it was a game between you.
He got hurt, and you two snuck away while you attended to his injuries. It reassured you, and he got to spend quality alone time with you. At times, he found it so impossible to find.
You picked up your basket, and Porthos led you away from the others' prying eyes. All too soon, you were in the privacy of his chambers. As the door closed, Porthos closed into your space, forehead resting against yours, guiding your hands up to rest on top of his heart.
“Still yours, still beating,” Porthos murmured between you. You leaned in, brushing your lips against him, careful to avoid the cut. He didn’t care as he pressed down harder, allowing himself to focus on every sensation.
Pulling away reluctantly, you told him to go lie down. Who was he to say no to you? He slipped off his coat and quickly removed his shirt. He immediately heard you mumble something under your breath. No doubt ready to chastise him.
“I’m convinced you get hurt just for this moment.” You grabbed the salve from a nearby table. Soon, straddling his lap.
“Why would I do that? There are always other excuses to create moments like this.”
“Such as?” With an eyebrow raised, you slowly lathered your hands with the salve, slowly rubbing it over the cuts and bruises.
“Asking you to massage my aching body? Perhaps I wouldn’t use an excuse. Perhaps I’d steal you away.” With a roll of your eyes, you playfully slapped his bicep. “Ow.” Immediately, your face dropped in concern once more.
When Porthos' facade broke, you slumped, relaxed once more. Porthos pulled you into him, desperate to kiss the pout off your lips once more. You relaxed against him, enjoying the moment between you.
“Turn around and I’ll sort out your back.” Porthos pressed a soft kiss onto your lips as you moved off. He doesn’t mind getting hurt as long as you look after him.



















