Mercy for Empathy (Able X Male!Reader)

You

"Y/n....?"

Able purred, suddenly at you're side- causing you to flinch ever so slightly.

"Ah-"

Able quirked his head, glancing at the door in a way that seemed to acknowledge your concern.

"Are you alright?"

He questioned in a completely out of character manner.

"I think."

"Is it Bright?"

Sighing you nodded.

"Yeah...I guess that is my concern."

"......"

"......."

"Want me to rip his medallion off and kill him?"

"Nah- wait what??? Hold on now lets not immediately escalate to violence-"

Able materialized a sword.

"Able- hooooold on now! Put that thing away!!!"

Able dead-panned.

"Why? It would get rid of your little problem."

"You can't just run around stabbing people, Able."

"But that's what I've always done anyways...?"

You planted you're face in your palms.

"C-Can we just go back to bed please?????"

Suddenly a large smirk broke across Ables face and before you could react the ancient being had tossed you back onto the bed.

"Why of course~"

You face burned a brilliant shade of burgundy.

"N-Not like that!!"

Able crawled across the bed until he was holding himself above you.

"Why not? You still haven't given me a definitive reason."

"Y-Yes I have! The mission-"

Finally Able groaned and flopped down next to you.

"Fuck the mission..."

He grumbled under his breath, pulling your back against his chest (Your the little spoon) before sprinting kisses down your neck.

Finally much to your relief he paused in his administrations.

"Though I will say that I look forward to finding worthy opponents to strike down with my sword......the last truly good opponents I came across besides you were mongolian warriors."

You kind of just nodded along, already used to his obsession with finding worthy opponents, war, honor and whatnot.

Wanting to seem at least some what interested you half-heartedly asked.

"And what made the Mongols such good foes then?"

Able nuzzled your neck, resting his cheek against it thoughtfully.

"During war the mounted archer tactics worked quite well...."

"But what about on the ground?"

"With swords."

You almost rolled your eyes.

"Though they lacked taste- celebrating before their battles. Before a Mongol battle, divinations a displays of prowess by champions were held and during the fighting, huge kettledrums mounted on the backs of camels were used to herald every Mongol charge. Personally I wouldn't celebrate until the enemies head rolled upon the ground."

"Do you remember everything about your life...? Way back then..?"

You questioned softly.

Hesitantly.

Able was quiet for but a moment.

"Of course I do."

You nodded, Ables hands squeezing your waist as he murmured into your neck.

"Though if I told it all to you-"

His breath tickled the back of your neck, his voice sounding rough and course like rumbling thunder.

"-Would you think of me as weak once more?"