#reader x pv

[reader-x-whatever]

Hey!!! It's 🇧🇷 anon here! How are you?

Omg I loved that letter

I didn't make the request, but I loved it, and now I have a question in mind that I'm going to ask in the form of a request...

Can I request some headcanons (or a oneshot if you think it's better) of how Pure Vessel met Y/N and how they fell in love?

I'm a big simp for them, omfg

~~ ❝ 𝓣𝓱𝓪𝓷𝓴 𝔂𝓸𝓾 .ᐟ

~ ❝ Signed: 🇧🇷 𝓪𝓷𝓸𝓷

Of course! Apologies for the delay!

You were a royal guard, assigned to keeping watch over and training the Pure Vessel.

It took you a bit to notice, because of how well they hid it, that they were not, in fact, pure.

Soon your training sessions and moments alone became silent times of comfort.

Though they did not speak you grew to understand the gist of what was happening, why they were like this.

Carefully, quietly, you would hold their hand, hug them, be ever so gentle with them.

Always on alert, you would allow them their mind, their space to breath.

As they had little else, they clung to this.

They fell, hard and fast for you.

But their ages of training, steeling themself to be nothing but a shell, a vessel, made all their feelings impossible.

They could never tell you, even if they wanted to.

You both could tell as the guards became more scarce.

Each one taken by infection.

The king disappeared longer and longer each day.

The queen grew distant.

You were their only refuge.

They almost wanted to beg you to take them away from the palace.

They wanted to run, but they never felt more than the faint urge.

Eventually, you caught the infection.

You didn't want to tell them, in fear that they'd be harmed.

You knew that you would do the damage.

And so they waited.

And waited.

And you never returned.

[reader-x-whatever]

Ah,,, Pure Vessel/Reader in the form of a letter or something? Maybe about how the reader has been gone for quite some time but other than that feel free to go crazy

Can do!

Dearest Y/n,

Before anything else, I do not know if this will get to you. I do not know if this will ever make it out of my quarters, much less the palace in whole. I do not know if there is a single soul here I trust to deliver this without question.

And now, I write.

Y/n. You have been gone for a long time. I've not a clue where you are and have no ability to gain this knowledge. This palace feels lonely without you here to laugh. To understand me. To trust me.

The King never exits his workshop anymore, entrusting my last week's of supervision to plain guards that leave me standing silent and alone in favor of entertainment. The Queen left not long after you vanished.

I do not know what to do without you. I do not know if I am without you. I miss you dearly. I do not know when the King plans to finish with me. I fear it is soon.

He told me I am not to think, not to feel, not to have voice. But I failed long ago.

You are the only one who believes in me, Y/n.

I love you

Best of wishes,

Your Pure Vessel