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CONTAINS . . tristan liones x gn!reader, fluff, injury

SUMMARY . . You get scraped up during training. Nothing too serious. But a certain prince (who doesn’t quite know how to hide how much he cares) insists on healing you.

You trip during the middle of training with Tristan. Not dramatic enough to be remembered forever, but just enough to scrape your knee and bruise your ego.

You tell everyone you’re fine.

You tell Tristan you’re fine, expecting him to tease you for being clumsy.

And he does not believe you.

“Sit down,” he says, already rolling up his sleeves like some kind of knightly nurse. “You’re limping.”

“I’m not—”

“Sit.”

You eventually give in and sit. Mostly because he’s pouting and you know he won’t stop until he gets his way.

He kneels in front of you, hands glowing faintly. His hair is slightly messy from training, his forehead damp, and yet somehow he still looks annoyingly princely.

“This’ll just take a second,” he murmurs.

You try to act normal. Like it’s nothing that he’s this close. Like your heart isn’t trying to launch itself into another dimension.

His hands hover over your skin, warm light radiating across your knee, and—

You flinch.

Not from pain. Just from how gentle it feels. It was the kind of touch you weren’t expecting.

He looks up, startled. “Did that hurt?”

“No,” you mutter. “Just tickled.”

He grins. “So you’re ticklish.”

“…Shut up.”

He laughs, but then softens as the healing finishes. His hand lingers, barely brushing your skin.

“You should take better care of yourself,” he says, quieter now. “I don’t like seeing you hurt.”

You blink owlishly at him.

“That’s dramatic. You’re not my mom.”

“I’m dramatic,” he agrees. “But I’m serious.”

You meet his eyes, and for a second it’s too quiet again.

Too soft.

Too much for your liking.

“…Thank you,” you say finally.

He shrugs like it’s nothing, but the tips of his ears go pink. “You’d do the same for me.”

You nod. You probably would.

But you probably wouldn’t cup his face in your hands after and look at him like he hung the stars.

You’re not that brave.

Not yet.

NOTE . . this is my first time posting something in tumblr so idrk how a lot of the stuff here works huhu so hopefully i get used to it eventually