My Inner Demons ~ Oneshots & Preferences

💚~Rivals [Pt. 3]~💚

Leif x Daemos! Reader

Relationship: Lovers

Setting: Daemos

Second Person PoV

(Y/n) - Your name

Caress - Daemos word for kiss

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        "I won't join unless (Y/n) is allowed to join with me!" Leif declares, holding my half-dead body close to him.

        The two of us had just been sent on a mission to kill Prince Asch, only for him to defeat both of us in combat. I took the brunt of the ambush, leaving me scarred and weak. Now Asch stood before us with his current knights, after having offered Leif a position as one of them.

        The prince scoffed at Leif's response. "What good will having them as a knight do? They can barely defend themself."

        "Excuse me?! You ambushed us, you-" You wince at the scar slicing across your abdomen, cutting yourself off. Leif moves a hand up to the side of your head, silently urging you to let him support you while you're injured.

        "(Y/n) is in the top three assassins in Daemos, placing just barely behind myself. I watched them build themself up from nothing." Leif defends. "If anyone is deserving enough to be a guard, it's them."

        Prince Asch exchanges glances with his advisor and General before giving you and Leif a small nod. "Fine. They may join as well. But you assassins better know your place. If you step out of line, you're both as good as dead." He threatens. "Rhys, show them to their chambers and find a healer for (Y/n)."

        "No need." Leif interjects. "I have healing magic, I can take care of them." Your head stayed down as you tried to summon the strength to walk, only to have your legs buckle out from under you. Leif catches you, scooping you up into his arms and holding you, protectively, like precious cargo.

        He begins to follow the advisor, Rhys, down the corridor to your room.

        "You two seem awfully close." Rhys mentions, stiffly.

        "You could say that." Leif shrugs.

        You want to contribute to the conversation, but no words come out, just hoarse coughs and heavy breathing.

        Leif shushes you. "Save your strength. I'll have you healed in no time, sweetheart." He whispers.

       Once you two are in your chambers, Leif demands that Rhys leaves, seeing as he needs to "focus on your wounds." Though you don't doubt that could be a valid reason, you also know it doesn't take too long for him to heal wounds, and just wants to be alone with you for the night instead, before training starts tomorrow.

        "This will only hurt for a second, sweetheart..." Leif breathes out, lifting your top to address the bleeding wound. He places his gloved hand over it, provoking a sharp inhale from you and he winces at the sight of you in pain. "Just breathe through it, you'll be all right..."

        A few minutes pass as you ease into his touch and the sensation of his healing magic. "Mmm... thank you..." You say in a hush, still recovering.

        "Don't thank me." Leif replies, taking your hand in his and pressing soft caresses to each of your fingertips. He suddenly smiles, looking down at your drowsy form. "Look, we have a bed now." He rolls on top of you, caging you under his arms.

        You giggle, wrapping one arm around his neck while using the other hand to flick his forehead. He rolls his eyes at the gesture, proceeding to snake his arms around your waist and hold your body flush against his.

        Your face burns bright red, from the proximity between you, despite the months that have passed with similar endeavors. He chuckles to himself, then leans down and peppers more caresses all over your flushed face, while you let out short giggles and squeaks.

        When he pulls back at you, he's smiling. Not smirking, as he usually would. "What would you say if I told you that I loved you?"

        You bite your lip. "D-Depends... would you mean it?"

        He leans down, his lips brushing lightly against your own. "Yes~!" He caresses you, deeply, briefly exposing his sharp teeth to the soft flesh of your lips. Your legs wrap around his waist, holding him down against you as he pulls away again. "I really do love you, (Y/n)..."

        "I know...~" You hum, confidently, causing Leif to prod at your side, winning a squeal from your lips. "I love you too, Leif."