Halsin X Reader: Sharpened
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Summary: Reader ignores Halsin's advice and gets themselves hurt, then some sweet fluff at the end.
Warnings: Violence, injury, suggestive content.
Word Count: 0.7k
A/N: I tried to keep the reader as gender-neutral as possible, so sorry if I messed anything up! Enjoy!!
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Halsin had been nagging you for weeks to clean and sharpen your weapons. Each time, you rolled your eyes and nodded, saying you’d get to it when you had a chance.
You swore out loud as your sword clattered against the beasts’ hide uselessly. You swung again, with as much strength as you could muster. You yelped as your weapon clunked into the monsters body roughly, forcing you to lose your grip and clutch your wrist in pain.
The beast was pissed you had stabbed it, and not very cleanly at that. It swung around and smacked into you with its spiked tail, your armour barely thick enough to save your life as the tips pierced into you. “Motherfucker!” You spat as you sailed through the air, your soar stopped only by the sickening thud of your back against bark.
You were stunned as you lay there, in too much blinding pain to get up and defend yourself as it stomped towards you, making sure it finished the job.
“HALSIN!” You screeched, the syllables barely audible.
Whether he heard you or saw you, it didn’t matter, because he was there in a heartbeat. His hand wrapped around it’s tail and tugged, swinging it sideways and away from you.
He shifted with a snarl and ran at the beast, his heavy paws thudding against the forrest ground. He tackled the monster, and the two began grappling.
It only took seconds before Halsin was back in his elf form and at your side, holding your lost sword.
“(Y/n), sweetness, fuck!” He growled as he examined you, dropping to his knees to get a good look at your wounds. He shook his head as he began muttering under his breath, his hands hovering up and down your body as he worked. “Close your eyes. This will be easier if you’re asleep, sweet one.”
You obeyed, letting your eyes droop closed with heaviness you hadn’t felt in a long time. You felt him take your breath away as his magic began working, and you were thankful when darkness came to numb the pain of your empty lungs that were desperately gasping.
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You were unbearably itchy. You hoisted your hip up with your leg and furrowed your brows as you scratched, relieving the horrible feeling with a sigh.
“That is so you, (Y/n). Wake up from a three day coma and scratch your ass in front of a room full of visitors.”
Your eyes shot open at the familiar voice, your cheeks burning with shame as you tried to sit up, but were hit with a sudden wave of pain in your stomach.
You did, however, get a chance to see that there was only one person in the room; your asshole of a partner, Halsin.
“Not even a little bit funny,” you groaned, gently prodding yourself, which made the pain worse. “What’s wrong with me?” “Well, you’re almost all better, so you can thank me for that anytime. I decided it best to keep you asleep for a few days while the majority of your healing happened. Three cracked ribs. I remember how much pain you were in when you sprained your ankle,” he laughed, “I was not listening to your whining about broken bones. Another three or four days and you’ll be good as new.”
“I thought I was in a coma?” You retorted, raising an eyebrow.
Halsin shrugged. “I may have exaggerated the situation a tad for entertainment value. Believe me, I was entertained.”
“You suck.”
He smiled and leaned down into your bed, grasping your waist gently and-
“Hey!” You yelped as Halsin pushed you over, just enough to make room for himself in the bed. He crawled in and tucked his arm under your head, pulling you in to nuzzle into the little nook between his shoulder and his chest.
“Better, little angel?” he purred into your ear, kissing your hair as he stroked your arm. “I know you just miss me. We’ve been working a lot lately.”
You nodded in agreement, not sure where he was going with this.
“I think we’re going to take a little time off. Just for the two of us. How does that sound?” “Yes!” You said so fast it almost hurt. “I would love some us time. Alone. Hopefully in a bed.”
“Whatever my sweet angel wants.”
And he kept good on that promise.