aphmau x reader { oneshots }

.vylad x reader. emotions & wounds

Honestly, you could've sworn that you had told him to be careful. He may be a Shadow Knight but he wasn't invincible. Yet he insisted that he would go out again.

So here you were, carefully applying a piece of ragged cloth to his arm so you could clog the blood flow.

Protective instincts took over and you efficiently nursed him. "I told you to be more careful..", you murmured softly while focusing intently  on your task.  His arm had suffered a rough scar, presumably from a blade of some sort. It was a miracle that he didn't die from blood loss.

Your patient spoke not a word to you, his silence was chilling yet comforting in a strange way. He just peered at you with those dimly lit green eyes, eyes that showed no emotion. The eyes still made your heart beat in silent frenzy.

Pulling the blood stained cloth away from his arm, you proceeded to grab some bandages and gingerly wrap them around his wound.

"Vylad, I worry for you"

His body tensed when you spoke and his arm stiffened. The words gave off more emotion than his body was capable of returning and such gave him a monsterous feel. A constant reminder that he gave up his feelings when he gave into the Shadow Knight urges. Although a twinge of a deep feeling stirred inside of him, he still did not speak to you.

Tightening the bandages, you held his arm carefully before looking up at him. The sight made your heart pound furiously, it made you wonder if he could hear it.

The view of him was a dazzling one, there above you was a tough man. A man born of royal status yet thrown into a monsterous life of hiding and loneliness. Your eyes flickered to his outfit subconsciously. Vylad was wearing a loose grey shirt with a chipped button holding it together. His left sleeve was ripped at the ends but it was pratically unnoticeable since it was rolled up.

A soft face was looking down upon you, rosy lips chapped, eyebrows furrowed but not in a fit in anger, and once again his lovely eyes captured yours in a firm hold.

You stopped short of breathing when you heard him whisper "Miss (y/n)?". His voice carried such a mature yet flat tone but it was something you'd die to hear often.

Realizing he was probably trying to call you back to reality as you had zoned out when gazing at him. The thought made you flustered and you looked back down at your dress. "I apologize for starring. I was deep in thought"

The corners of his lips turned upward slightly and he looked at you in a thoughtful manner. "It's quite alright Miss but I must ask you, Are you finished with your task?", He questioned.

Nodding quickly, you began to explain how he should care for his arm until it fully healed, "Check back with me every other day and don't remove the bandages under any circumstance. Try to avoid dirty and wet places if you can".

"I'll try my best", He responded before standing up. The wooden chair creaked as the pressure of his body was removed from it. Most men would've wobbled a bit after sitting down for so long but he seemed perfectly fine.

Giving a small bow, you assumed your time with him was up and you gestured to the door.

The sudden cool grip on your hand surprised you to the point that you froze.  He had grasped your hand and was now holding it with his own. Those green eyes captured yours again as he lifted your hand to his lips. Butterflies swarmed your stomach as those lips dusted over your hand, lingering for a moment before dropping all contact with you.

"Thank you for worrying about me"

His words called you out of your daze but you were unable to respond because Vylad had already exited the house and was beyond your reach.

That man played with emotions he himself would never reach

{ This is only about 700 words but I hope you enjoyed this oneshot about Vylad. His MCD personality interested me so much bc he was a Shadow Knight and devoid of emotions. Later on, I'll totally make a story with our cute dorky Vylad but for now, you can take angst Vylad }