Fae Ghost—promise
Fae Ghost x reader-You broke a fae promise Warning: blood,gore Description of injury (Not from ghost- I'll mark the parts so you can skip if u want), sorta forced marriage? 1st Fae Post Mlist
You're late. Very late. You were never late, and Ghost is worried. You were supposed to be a constant. You were for everyone in the fae—a constant. There was only one time you weren't, and they had all come together. Even Nikto had made the journey to discuss your absence. It had been two days since the last offering. Johnny had been the one to settle all their fears. He had seen you through the windows, cawing at you in concern. You had barely managed to get to the window. Your body, curved and hidden behind a thick blanket, shook as you pushed the window open. Your coughing fit scared the shit out of Johnny as you then nearly caved—you were sick. They can't get out of bed, kind of sick.
But where were you now? The sun was nearly gone, and you had said you’d be at this spot when the sun was in the middle. It was almost fucking gone. Simon, the name he shared with his illusion, paced back and forth. His nerves and unease were getting the best of him as his illusion faded and the man of death stood in the woods. His body was airy but somehow solid. His face, which remained slightly glomoured for comfort and ease of conversation, was scarred. Yet a fae skull covered most anyways; the remains of it seem to be modeled to the flesh. The teeth, canines, were unnaturally sharpened into serrated blades. His body was large, caved, and had black wisps forming away from it.
He had found you quickly. Your basket, which had held strawberries, had spilled everywhere. Your body was collapsed on the mossy ground. Fingers digging into a tree root hard enough to chip the bark. Dried blood covered your hands and arms. Your body shook, face dried with tears. Your left leg was dipped into a hole; you seemed to try to pull your leg out of it.
You hadn’t screamed for help, you were smart for that; never know what will come answer. But possibly also suicidal to be stuck here… or Ghost could only assume stuck.
“I-I’m sorry.” You had hiccupped. “I couldn’t- it hurt so much.” You had known it was him instantly. His presence, the dark feeling in the back of your mind.
“Shhh lamb, it’s okay.” He had cood, his eyes falling to your left leg as he walked closer. It was marred.
Warning. It was bloody, and Simon could see where the spike sank into your foot. How far you had sunk down it, and how far you had managed to drag it up. Blood dripped down in tears, staining the wood. The top of your worn brown shoe tented under the tip of the wooden spike. Warning
“I tried,” You spoke, voice shaking with exhaustion. Pain rattled your limb. “ kept trying to pull it off, but-”
“Shhh, lamb, it’s okay. Just go to sleep for me.” He had hummed. An ice-cold hand cupped your chin. And your dewy eyes looked up at him. Tears still dripping from your lashes, you soon seemed to succumb to sleep. Something unknowingly creeping up in your mind to hold you and lulling you further into the dark.
You woke up in your house, body pressed into furs. You didn’t own furs. Your fingers clenched the soft pelts, pressing your limbs down yourself and hissing at the pain in your foot.
“Be careful. I repaired the bone and skin, but it’s deeply cut.” A voice spoke, and you flinched. Quickly turning to look at the sound. Ghost sat there on the floor, knees bent and arm lazily thrown over. “The pelts are mine. A courting gift of sorts.” his gruff voice spoke
Your lips parted, but the man of rot held up a hand. “You broke your promise to me,” he said, watching your face pale as guilt filled your eyes. You were so easy to read. But the regret, the regret of not being strong enough to pull yourself off, is what got him. It made his chest turn and feel wrong. “I also healed you. And you had thanked me in your haze.” a thank you. You never said it, it was also an ‘I'm grateful’” never thank you. A thank you meant you were in debt to them; you owed them.
“I will be courting you until I deem long enough.” He watched you. “You will stay here and continue what you're doing. Under my watch now,” a cold hand rubbed your cheek, and scared lips peered from under the skull. “I will take care of you now lamb.”
