So.....I toootally wasnt inspired by the last england request lol but maybe a hetaoni based aph england x reader (he can be blind or not your choice) where saves him from the oni with magic but gets sick from it? And her stubborn ass wont tell him how bad it is, like at first its just a little but later shes coughing up a lung and hes SUPER worried but she keeps saying “I’m FINE”
Title: Useless
Notes:APH England x Reader(Y/N) = Your NameHetaOni
(This is just another version of “Ashes”)
Youhad heard about it before, the mansion, but never thought it was seriously trueand horrific until you saw the terror and relief in Alfred’s eyes as he ran towardsyou. It was not like him to joke on being afraid. His loud voice trembled as heshouted at you from the distance. “Arthur! Save Arthur!”
Youwere so confused. “What?” You asked him as you step away from your previousposition to avoid his weight you knew would land on you.
“Arthur…the monster… it has taken Arthur! Where is it?” Alfred murmured in between gasps.
“Whatmonster? What??”
“Itwent this way! Didn’t you see it?” Alfred almost shouted at you as if you werea stupid person who could not understand a simple thing.
Youwere just about to voice out your overwhelmed confusion when you and Alfredheard Arthur’s voice from a room in the hallway you were standing. Immediately, you and Alfred ran towards thedirection of his voice.
Alfredkicked open the door and was greeted by a pool of blood on the floor. Youalmost gasped in horror, but rather gasped in relief when you saw Arthur wasstanding and just looked at the direction of the door. Not far from his feet isthe dead body of probably the monster Alfred had been referring to. Its bodywas covered in bleeding cuts, even though Arthur was not holding any knife orsword or any sharp weapon. In his clenched hand was his wand.
“Holyshit!” Alfred was careful to not step on the bloody mess.
Youcarefully walked towards Arthur as you instantly observed something differentfrom Arthur’s gaze. It was blank. He seemed unsure where to look.
Youthought it was just a silly idea to have an adventure at the rumored mansion. Youthought it would just be another normal ghost hunting to hang out with Arthurand scare his cousin Alfred. It was Alfred’s idea, though, and surprisingly,Arthur, your boyfriend, seemed excited. And you knew he would likely use it as sourceof inspiration for one of his novels. You never thought it would lead to this.
Justlast week, Arthur invited you on a date to watch the stars again with him inhis small observatory in his house after this ‘small’ adventure. You couldstill remember his red cheeks, and his excited eyes travelling around to avoiddirectly looking at you as he asked you if you had a free time. You said youdo, and you saw how his eyes twinkled as he looked at you when you said youwould always have a time for him. After all, he was your boyfriend. You hadbeen dating as lovers for a month. You were still discovering traits of eachother, exploring the outside world with each other.
Hisgreen eyes were as lovely as before, but they were still. They no longer lookedaround to shyly avoid your gaze. They were just still, looking at a starlessdarkness.
Youwere standing there across Arthur. You were looking at him. You looked atAlfred who was now standing beside him. And you could tell from his nervoussilence that he also realized what was going on. He stood there lookingprotective but had no much strength himself as he watched Arthur looked aroundand called out your names, for not you nor Alfred made any more move.
Youheld back your tears, but they just rushed down your face. Of course, you werethankful he was safe, but now Arthur was blind. You cried silently as you letyour tears stream down your face, for Arthur would not see them anyway.
Howcould he see the stars with you now? How could he avoid your gaze? How could hefinally stare at you lovingly with a shy blush on his face?
Youcould still see your reflection in his eyes. And you saw that you were crying. Andyou saw that behind you was another creature that looked like the dead one onthe floor. Without second thought, you snatched the wand from Arthur’s hand.You ignored his panic screech. You turned to face the monster, and withoutlooking at your two companions, you voiced out a command. “Al, don’t let him botherme!”
Alfredwas watching you with worried eyes, but he obeyed. He held Arthur and herealized how the Brit could not move much, for he did not punch him to protestof being stopped from rescuing you. Instead, he was just whimpering, as if itwas the only thing he could do with the energy left in him. Alfred thought hemust be the one facing the monster, for he was the hero after all, but he thoughtthat helping Arthur would also be heroic.
Itwas a good thing that you had knowledge about magic even before meeting Arthur.You just never tried it once. You were just amazed, but did not really take anyof it seriously for yourself to get involved with. But you were alwaysfascinated at his magic. You read his magicbooks whenever he was busy trying some spells. He thought you just found theminteresting, and did not know you were already memorizing every chant againstevil. Though you never thought it was real that using too much of it could leadto the user’s demise. And now you just saw it in Arthur’s sudden blindness.
Youstudied the monster in front of you. It seemed it was also cautious of yourpossible action. Perhaps it had noticed the anger in your eyes. Or the formingred light from the wand in your hand. You saw the monster’s sudden focus on thewand, and you started to panic. You had never used a wand before. You knew onlychants and spells from Arthur’s books, but was not really sure how to use them,especially with wands. But there would always be first time for everything,right?
Themonster seemed smart and noticed your lack of confidence. It suddenly made amove to attack you. You swayed the wand in front of you, and let your emotionstook over it. You chanted a spell you remembered well and said it aloud withfearless power as you pointed the wand at the approaching monster.
Thecreature now in two halves and bathing in its own blood fell down on the floorfaster than the sound of the other end of the broken wand that hit a wall ofthe room.
“Let’sgo ou…” You could not finish your sentence as you coughed badly. With greatworry, Arthur had had strength to walk towards the sound of your pain. You couldsee his despair despite the blankness of his stare. You heard his faint voice, “Love.”
Itwas not a time for Alfred to feel his being a hero as he carried you and Arthurin his arms. Good thing he was very strong and ran out of the mansion withtears rushing down his face. His pace never slowed down until you finallyreached Arthur’s place.
Alfredtried to joke around to lighten up the atmosphere. He said he felt left outbeing the only one who could not do magic. But just a few seconds later, he wassilent. He was a loud person, always talking and laughing, yet now he wascrying silently. “I’ll take you both to the hospital.”
“No.This is nothing that can be cured by that.” Arthur seemed to gather enoughstrength. He stood up from the couch with his arms fumbling in the air as hecalled your name. You gently held his arms, and only then he realized you werealmost just beside him. As he sat back and touched your face, he felt yourtears. “Y/N, are you alright, love?”
“Yes.”You replied weakly.
“Ididn’t know you could do magic.” He tried to sound less hurt at the faint ofyour voice, knowing using it for the first time could have cost you a lot ofenergy.
“Me,too. I read your b…” You coughed again and you covered your mouth. You feltsomething wet, and you were afraid to look, but you did anyway. You slowly heldout your palm that you covered your mouth with. Blood. You quickly looked atAlfred who was so worried and about to speak to signal him to keep quiet. Afterall, Arthur could not see it. You saw Alfred’s hesitation, but he listenedanyway as he swallowed his concern.
“Love,are you alright?” Panic was evident in Arthur’s voice. Only his sense of sightwas gone. He felt your agony. He felt Alfred’s hysteria. And suddenly you sawhis held back tears caressing his face.
“Yes,Arthur, I’m fine.” You managed to tell a lie as you held back another bloodycough. “Are you alright?” You asked him back.
“Yes.I’ll get used to it.” He said trying to sound brave.
“Ican’t take this. No one’s asking me if I’m alright. I’m out.” Alfred dashed tothe basement where he knew Arthur kept his magic things.
Arthurheard the direction of Alfred’s steps and realized what Alfred was upto andquickly stood up to stop him, but fell down to his face when his leg hit theside of the table. You were still weak, but you guided Arthur as you followedAlfred.
“I’lllearn magic, too. Don’t underestimate me. I’ll make you see, Arthur. And Y/N,there’s no way I can keep your coughing up blood a secret forever.” Alfredloudly mumbled.
Youfelt betrayed, but you could do nothing about it. You felt Alfred’s despair, soyou kept quiet when Arthur’s worried expression turned to horrified. You triedto avoid his blank gaze by offering help to Alfred, which he declined.
“No.I felt useless in that mansion. Both of you saved me. I’ll save you, too. I’m ahero, too.” His cracked voice was full of motivation.
A weekhad passed and the three of you stayed in Arthur’s house. Alfred refrained youand Arthur from bothering him. He was always there for the both of you, thoughhe spent most of the time in Arthur’s basement.
Youand Arthur almost never left each other’s side. You guided him around his house,and he would hold you to a comfortable position whenever you were in fits ofcough. This way of knowing more of each other never occurred to both of you,but this incident brought you and your boyfriend closer. There were still timeshe would not be so honest with what he was saying, but so were you whenever heasked you if you were alright and you said you were fine. Though you both knoweach other’s real answers, so you did not really mind, and just continued tosupport each other and worried over Alfred.
A monthhad passed and Alfred seemed energetic again as he led both you and Arthur tothe basement. You did not know what to expect. Not that you wereunderestimating him, for you were a beginner yourself, but you had not read anyspecific healing spell in Arthur’s magic books, for most of them were forprotection and random crazy spells.
“Justmake sure this will work. If we were turned into a frog, I’d bloody kill you.”Arthur crossed his arms as he confronted an empty space not far from Alfred.
“Dude,you are so lost.” Alfred laughed.
Youwanted to laugh, but you were suddenly in another fits of uncontrollable cough.You told them you’re fine even before they could ask you.
Atthe sight of your pain, Alfred started a chant that was not familiar to you.And upon seeing Arthur’s confusion and worry through his knitted brows, youknew he was not familiar with it as well. Alfred ended his spell with “heroalfred”that he confidently pronounced as “herowalfred”. But whether you knew thatspell or not was not important as of the moment, perhaps later when you andArthur were finished thanking Alfred and asked him to teach you of the new spellsthat made Arthur see and made you well again.
