Random x Reader One-Shots

You look happier-Reaver x Reader

"Death is not your destiny today little sparrow." Theresas voice echoed in Y/N's head as she woke and shot up in her bed.
"You're awake? I was just discussing you with Garth." Theresa said and the hero looked at her and nodded.
"Where am I?" The hero asked and theresa sat on the end of Y/N's bed.
"You are back in the gypsy camp. We have healed you, and nursed you back to health."
"No I should be with reaver... he will be wondering where I am." Y/N panicked and stood up, rushing about to get her weapons.

Theresa looked at Garth and looked at Y/N sympathetically before holding lightly onto her wrist.
"Little sparrow, reaver had not wondered where you had gone to since you were pronounced dead." Theresa stated and Y/N stopped in her tracks, feeling a wash of emotion over her.
"Dead? Am I dead?" Y/N held onto the bed frame for support and lowered herself onto the ground with the help of Theresa. "Lucien won...?" She whispered, her voice breaking. Theresa held her hand and shook her head, her wooden head jewellery clanking together in pattern with each other.

"Sparrow, you're still alive. Just not too well. But as far as everyone is aware except those in the camp... you are dead. You are said to have never returned that night Lucien arrived once more to Bower Lake. You have been unconscious for years, almost 10 years now little sparrow. Lionheart." Theresa explained and Y/N looked at Theresa with sorrowful eyes.
"Can you show me him? I want to see how he is truly." Y/N requested and Theresa took them to the balcony that towered over reavers office. He held a dark haired girl in his arms.

Y/N couldn't bear to watch the affection and turned her back as the woman grabbed reavers face, sloppily making out with him. Y/N didn't know wether to vomit or let the tears forming in her eyes, fall to the ground. Theresa stood on the balcony still and held her own hands. As the dark haired girl called Joanne left the room, Theresa's stance stiffened as she saw Reaver fall to the chair with his head in his hands.
"I feel regret forming in your heart Reaver. Is it guilt? Do you feel for what you have done so soon after your significant others death?"

"Just because you can teleport when you like doesnt mean you should. I have this space for privacy. My own personal space, something of which you know no bounds." Reaver exclaimed as he aggressively rubbed his forehead.
"And it seems neither do you. She's not dead you know, but what attention would you pay for that?"
"Who's not dead?" Reaver questioned angrily.
"Your dear sparrow." She stated and Y/N heard her name, immediately rushing down the stairs and to the doors to reavers office to listen in to the conversation happening in that room.

"What do you mean she's not dead?"
"As a matter of fact she's standing right outside this door. Enter, dear Sparrow." Theresa said and Y/N pulled open the heavy wooden door.
"You- I thought you were dead." Reaver let out a sob through his words.
"You look happier." Y/N smiled sadly at reaver.
"It's all an act... meet me in the spire when you have caught up."
"I'm not happier... not at all." Reaver whispered and kissed Y/N's soft lips.