Cotton and sandalwood.
Wars x reader
Can be platonic or romantic, just a quick little comfort piece. Reader is injured but healing.
Waking up, the first thing you reguster is your head pounding and your leg with a loud throbbed ache.
The next thing you register is soft worn cotton and the smell of sandalwood. That sensation is much more welcome than the pain.
You pry your eyes open with a groan.
"Sweetheart?" Comes the hopeful and soft whisper.
That voice. You know that voice. You love that voice.
"Wars?" You ask.
There's a breathless chuckle before he leans into view, smiling softly. "Hey, you gave us quite the scare."
"Oh no, 'm sorry," you say.
Warriors shakes his head, leaning over to kiss your forehead, "Don't be sorry, sweetheart. We were just worried."
"I hate worrying you."
"I know. But you're okay, and you'll heal up just fine."
"Your work?"
"Only the best for you."













