Hii! I was wondering if you could write for Runaan x male reader. Where reader is super sweet and a healer in the silvergrove, always wears lethal flowers in his hair (such as foxglove or belladonna or lily of the valley.) I think I’d be cute, Runaan having a healer as a husband since he’s an assassin. And treating his wounds from training.
Of course, if you don’t want to write this then don’t pressure yourself! I hope you have an amazing day 🤍🪻
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𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕜 𝕜𝕚𝕝𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕤 𝕙𝕒𝕣𝕕? 𝕋𝕣𝕪 𝕙𝕖𝕒𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕤𝕠𝕞𝕖𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘.
𝙿𝚊𝚒𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐: 𝚁𝚞𝚗𝚊𝚊𝚗 𝚡 𝙼𝚊𝚜𝚌!𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛
𝙶𝚎𝚗𝚛𝚎: 𝙾𝚗𝚎-𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚝, 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚙, 𝚏𝚕𝚞𝚏𝚏, 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚝, 𝚙𝚛𝚎! 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙳𝚛𝚊𝚐𝚘𝚗 𝙿𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎
𝚆𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜: 𝙸 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎'𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚢
𝚆𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝: 1.5𝚔
A/n: Yes, based off that one quote. No, I have no idea what it is from, but I saw PoVs on TikTok about it eons ago. ALSO HI YES THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THE ASK, PLEASE KEEP SENDING THEM IN I PROMISE I DON'T BITE I LOVE GETTING REQS
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You found yourself tending to a lot of the same types of elves in your career of being one of the Silvergrove's healers. Namely, you were finding yourself tending the the assassins often. Usually, there were superficial wounds, ones that wouldn't cause you too much of a headache.
Though, there were times were you had to deal with worse injuries; arrow wounds, stabs, broken bones. These types of injuries became your speciality very quickly, and you kissed dealing with smaller problems —like sickness— goodbye.
Though, you found yourself meeting a certain elf more and more each time. Runaan.
At first, he was reluctant to head to your place, determined to ensure everyone around him that he was completely fine; regardless of the fact you had to drag his backside and force him to accept the help. Over time, however, he started to come out of his own willingness.
"<<Reader>>." He called when he walked into your humble workplace.
"Just a moment!" You called from another room, rushing along to try and get everything reorganised; muttering under your breath about stubborn elves for the hundredth time that week.
You emerged a few seconds after, greeting Runaan with a big smile. "Runaan, I was wondering when I would see you again. What is it this time?"
"Nothing much." He said simply, waving a hand dismissively when he saw that you were coming over to him with the intention to look him over. "I was wondering if you had any advice for aches."
"Aches?" You echoed, then nodded. "There's a few herbs for aches. Ginger and Willow bark are the ones that I find myself using the most, Devil's Claw is something I recommend for the elders more than anything, Ashwagandha and Hops can be used too, but I sometimes even add in Lavender to teas to help because of the aroma. Does any of that help?"
Runaan nodded slowly. "Oh, yes, yes. That, uh yes, that does help."
He didn't want to admit that he was only there to see you.
When he didn't make a move to continue the conversation, or even to say goodbye and leave, you laughed softly. "Anything else I can help you with?"
"How do you know what herbs to use?" He blurted out, not exactly sure what else to ask to keep the conservation going.
"What's sparked this sudden interest in Herbology?" You teased, but you answered his question. "I studied them a lot, and I still brush up on that studying to this day. I have my mentor to thank because, without him, I probably wouldn't have the foggiest clue where to start."
Runaan only nodded along.
"How do you know how to fight your different opponents?" You asked, crossing your arms over your chest.
Runaan was taken a back from the question, not sure where it came from. "I'm sorry?"
"You asked me about my work, and now I'm asking you about yours." You said with a simple shrug of the shoulders.
"Oh, right." Runaan said with a quick nod. "Well, I suppose I quickly observe them and figure out what they favour in a fight. Then, I adapt."
"I suppose we have that in common." You mused.
"How so?"
"Well," You started with a breath in. "You observe your opponent and adapt your fighting to beat them. I must observe stubborn elves, such as yourself, and figure out little tricks to tell me the truth. Even when you assassins tell me that your wounds aren't a big deal, I must adapt when I see the real state of them, and quickly figure out how I must fix them."
"But killing and healing are completely different." Runaan said with a small huff of air. "Taking a life is hard, destroying something like that is hard."
"You think killing is hard?" You questioned with a hum. "Try healing something. That takes patience. You can break something in two seconds, but fixing it? It can take forever."
"Why why have you stayed doing this for so long?" Runaan asked.
You hummed and shrugged your shoulders, a big grin appearing on your face. "Because I like fixing things."
But Runaan could tell that that wasn't the true answer.
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. .
. . .
"It is nothing."
The sentence was starting to lose all meaning to you.
"I'm fine."
That one was too.
"It is just a scratch."
Oh, funny, that one was as well!
Any variation of those three sentences, you had heard them all. Each time you would hear it, you were sure that you were losing all sense because how, in any higher being, did anyone think that their injures were 'fine'.
You had tended to countless wounds and varying seriousness, all coming from different situations. You had pretty much seen it all. You were just unsure if you preferred tending to sickness over physical injury; either way you were met with stubborn elves.
Noticeably so, you were met with a very stubborn Runaan.
Before the two of you got together, before the two of you even got married, you had seen Runaan in your little corner in the Silvergrove a hundred times over. You memorised his tells before you realised you liked him, or that he liked you.
It was the getting him to admit that he was hurt that was the hard part, and something that you struggled with even after years of being his partner.
"Runaan, I swear..." You huffed under your breath, pinching the bridge of your nose.
"It's nothing." He tried to reassure, but you —even if you weren't married to the elf— didn't miss the limp, or the wince when he moved a certain way. "I'm fine. It's just a scratch."
"It's either nothing, or it's a scratch, decide." You said with a pointed finger wiggling in his face.
"It's nothing." He said with a faint shrug of the shoulders.
You glared at him for a few seconds, and he stared back.
"You're a fool." You said with a huff, then pointed at the chair in the kitchen. "Sit down."
"I got something for you." Runaan tried to say."
"That's nice." You said, half paying attention as you got some of the herbs you had stashed away. "I still need you to sit down."
You grabbed the kettle that you had been brewing over the fireplace, but grew startled when you realised that Runaan was standing behind you. He was lucky that you didn't spill the boiling water all over him.
He was holding out a few picked foxglove flowers, he had a small smile on his face. You stared at him for a few seconds, unimpressed. While, yes, it was sweet that he had picked them for you, you knew what he was trying; distraction from his injuries by giving you a gift, in hopes you would forget about him.
"Runaan." You said slowly.
"You said you needed some. I got you some."
"I can see that."
"Where would you like them."
"On the table and, while you're at it, sit down."
He sighed faintly, placing them carefully on the table before he sat down on the chair.
You shook your head slowly, turning back to the counter so you could work on the herbal tea. You made sure that there was willow bark in it, as it was good for pain and because Runaan wasn't telling you what exactly was wrong with him, you couldn't figure out the specifics of what would best help him.
While you waited for his tea to brew, you walked over to him with sap from aloe vera sap, which you often used for irritated skin, burns or injuries following that sentiment. When you were opposite him, you motioned for Runaan to lift his tunic.
He did so bregrudgingly.
This was one of the few times he was right about it being 'fine'. There was no serious harm done to him, thankfully. You figured that his muscles were just exhausted, and that was causing his discomfort; it was a good thing he had that willow bark tea. You applied the sappy gel onto his ribs gently, massaging it into his skin.
"Don't exhaust yourself anymore today." You said sternly.
Runaan only smiled up at you, just as he did every time you gave him your stern voice.
"I'll make you chamomile tea tonight, too." You said absentmindedly as you turned your back on him to grab the tea that you poured mere moments ago. "It should get you sleep well and, hopefully, you won't have that ache tomorrow morning."
"Thank you, my love." He said softly, taking the hot tea from your hands when you passed it to him.
"Huh-uh." You hummed, moving to sit beside him. "You do know it's my day off, right?"
"I did tell you it's nothing." He said with a faint chuckle.
"And you're usually lying to me when you say that." You said with an amused scoff.
He didn't answer to that.
"You never did tell me why you stayed being a healer for so long." Runaan said randomly, and you were taken aback by the question.
"I'm sorry?"
"That convseration we had a few years ago." He specified, and you were surprised he even remembered that conservation; it seemed so pointless too remember. "You said you liked fixing things, and that was why you were still a healer, but I don't think that's the truth."
"You shrugged your shoulders, leaning back in your chair. "I suppose I never lost sight of why I wanted to become a healer in the first place."
"And why is that?"
"Because we spend so much time breaking each other, we don't think about how to fix what we break." You said simply.
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