Pike Trickfoot X Reader - Tumblr Posts

"Don't sigh," you grumbled, your eyes rolling.

"I'm not sighing," said Pike while healing you.

Pike knew you were stubborn and headstrong. The suddenness of your actions often led her to a sick amount of worry for you. No matter how much she begged you to be careful, you always waved her concern with a scoff. The annoyed scowl on your face said it all.

"I'm just saying that—"

"Please don't start," you groaned. "I don't need any scolding, any lessons or any speeches."

Pike stayed silent as your wound closed under her healing light. She looked at you with saddened eyes and your gaze softened. You pulled down your top, took her hands gently and she immediately squeezed them.

"I know you're worried—"

"That's an understatement," she sighed. "Listen, I know you're strong but please, I'm just asking you to be careful."

It was now your turn to be silent. You looked at her, your demeanor less heated than earlier. You took her in your arms, sighing deeply.

"I know you're here," you murmured. "Isn't it enough ?"

"No," she murmured back, shaking her head. "I also need to know you're not jumping carelessly into danger— and no, don't mention Grog as an example."

You closed your mouth on a tight line and squinted your eyes. You saw in her eyes that she will not stop arguing until you will finally listen to hear. She always said that you were stubborn, and you were well placed to know that her will and determination was stronger than any balky cell in your body.

"Very well," you finally complied. "I'll try to be less...adventurous."

Pike smiled in relief and hugged you again.

"There are times when I wonder if you're a masochist," Pike sighed as she used her healing ability on you.

You just giggled casually, staring at her with so much intensity that she felt herself blushing. The blood dripping from your injury on your abdomen didn't seem to phase you, which astounded Pike. You end up hurt pretty often, and you were always reaching for Pike.

"Aren't you suffering ?"

"You're presence is my painkiller," your grin widened as the red on her cheeks deepened.

She cleared her throat as she kept healing you, doing her best to ignore your stare. You kept your smile and brush a stray lock of her hair behind her ear.

"Have I ever told you how beautiful you are ?" you murmured. "I could admire you for centuries without getting tired of it."

She abruptly stood up and turned her back to you, hiding her flustered face.

"Your injury is healed !" she almost shout nervously. "Try to not get hurt too much !"

You chuckled, noticing the red of her ears.

"Alrighty, blondie !"

You did not promise, though. The only reason you let yourself being hurt was because you knew Pike would be there for you. The pain was just temporary anyway. When her golden light was near, nothing else mattered. Plus, you loved seeing her all flustered.

In a way, you maybe were indeed a masochist.