Black Clover Oneshots

Healer (Yami Sukehiro x Reader)

You sat in your room, scribbling in one of your many notebooks about the plant that sat before you in a small vase. You looked at its pale, white leaves that glistened in the light from your window. Your husband, Yami had brought it for you from his last mission.

You are a member of the Black Bulls, more specifically a their healer. Despite having healing magic, you spend your free time researching different plants and their medicinal uses. Your husband knows this very well so he often brings you different plants from wherever he goes, loving the way your eyes light up as you excitedly take the plants from his hand.

You are suddenly broken from your concentration as you hear yelling downstairs.

"(Y/N)! HELP!" You hear Asta scream.

You go running down the stairs, the worst possible scenarios rushing throw your mind. Once you reach the bottom of the stairs, you halt, seeing one of those scenarios unfolding right before your eyes. There on the couch is your husband, covered in blood.

You look at the squad members surrounding Yami, "Why didn't you take him to Owen?!"

As you hurriedly rush to kneel at Yami's side, Finraal responds, "He wouldn't let us."

You see Yami's eyes slowly open and a weak smirk appears on his face, "I wanted to see my girl."

He tried to reach out to play with your hair like he so often does, but he's barely able to lift his hand from the couch. You reach out and gently grab his hand while scanning his body for injuries, only letting go to remove his shirt. His injuries are so deep and there are so many, they're worse than any injuries you've ever seen on him before. His chest and abdomen are covered with deep cuts and gashes. You can't help but think that Yami's made a grim mistake by choosing you over Owen, but still begin to heal him using your magic anyways.

Yami weakly looks at you, "Why don't use you use any of those pretty flowers I got you?"

You look up at your injured husband, who you see is barely conscious, "Now's not the time, Yami," you gently scold him.

He begins to chuckle, but ends up groaning in pain instead. You continue healing Yami, begging him to stay awake. You move your hands across his body, focusing your magic on the different wounds that litter his torso. As you're focused on healing a deep gash on his lower abdomen, you feel his shaky hand rest on your head.

"Pretty, girl," he whispers before going unconscious.

"No, no, no. Yami, please stay awake," you say as you feel a worried tear slip down your cheek.

You continue working on healing him, using all the power you have until he's eventually stable. You finally take the time to look at his face as he rests. You reach your tired hand out to rest on his face, adrenaline fading and being replaced by the terror your body had seemed to be previously hiding. You feel yourself begin to cry at the thought of having almost lost your husband. As you calm down, you begin to focus on the sensation of his stubble on your hand, reminding yourself that he's still here, he's safe.

After you get up, Asta and Finral help move Yami to your bedroom. You follow them inside, sitting down on your bed beside Yami. You thank Asta and Finraal as they leave. Then you turn your attention back towards your lover, whose expression is beginning to look much more relaxed compared to the pained one that his face held previously. As the color begins to return to his face, you softly begin to caress his cheek. You solemnly chuckle to yourself as you think 'well, at least he's not smoking.' Although, your attempt at humoring yourself doesn't do much to ease the worry that tugged at your heart.

You're broken from his thoughts as you feel his hand hold onto yours, "What's so funny, princess?"

You momentarily freeze from the shock of hearing your husband's voice before you launch yourself down onto the bed and into his arms.

He holds onto you and laughs, "Easy, Princess. I almost died, you know."

You pull away from him, "Don't joke about that."

He sits up and pushes a stray hair out of your face before resting his hand on your cheek, "Hey, I'm here now. You don't gotta worry about me, I'm never leaving your side."

You reach up towards your face, placing your hand over his, cherishing its warmth and reminding yourself that he's here, "I was so scared I was going to lose you."

He smirks at you, "I'm not going anywhere, love."

You grip his hand tighter as if keeping him from disappearing, "But what if... what if I wasn't able to save you?"

He sighs lovingly before pulling you towards him, placing you between his legs with your back against his chest, "But you did. I'm here now because of you and I'm not going anywhere."

You lean into his warmth before questioning him, "But why didn't you just go to Owen."

He laughs, "What, a man's not allowed to want to see his wife?"

You scoff at him, "No, a man's not allowed to put himself into danger by only accepting the help of a practically novice healer when there's someone way more qualified than her to heal him.

He rolls his eyes before kissing you on the forehead, "Okay, you are not a novice healer and I'm living proof of that. If I had gone to a novice healer I would definitely be dead. Plus, why wouldn't I want to see my beautiful wife push past her limits?"

You sigh before leaning deeper into his embrace, "You really are something, Yami."

He heartily laughs, pulling you closer, "Yeah, but I'm also yours."

He begins peppering your forehead with kissing before leaning his head down against yours. The two of you falling asleep in each other's embrace, safe and sound.