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Arcane Moira

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let's get ✨vulnerable✨

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Actually your society is the freaks for shooting everything that moves and burning half your "nature reserves" every year so that upperclass dandies can eat leaded pheasant. North Americans are the well adjusted ones here, your country has become a desolate suburban lawn in island form

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sav me akande…..akande save me………sav me

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Antonio Paganini x Reader (Let Me Hold You) [Yan] Pt.2 FIN

[CW: Possessiveness, kidnapping, obsessiveness, a little violence, manipulation, yandere themes, NSFW (i’ll put a warning so you can skip)]

Artwork does not belong to me!

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For the next few days you stayed in Mike's room, he insisted on taking a small futon he brought into the corner of his room until the two of you could figure things out but you insisted the two of you could share. 

The next days passed by rather quickly, thankfully you hadn’t seen or heard much from Antonio anyways, your room stayed intact and there were no signs of another break-in, nor anymore locks of your hair missing. You honestly had no way to thank Mike for his hospitality, as you slept in his bed and used his sheets. 

You awoke to the gentle nudge of the acrobat, as he shook you awake for breakfast, “Come on Y/n, the french toast isn't going to eat itself!” he shouted, dragging you out of the room in your pajamas.

You rubbed your eyes, groaning as the ecstatic figure led you to the dining room. Emma had just finished setting the table as Ganji took the french toast out of the oven with a pair of red mitts. “Mike please im so fucking tired-” you said before getting cut off by a plate of food shoved in your face. “Yeah yeah, now eat!”

Breakfast went rather well as you had just finished up and had to get ready for a match in about 30 mins. It would feel nice to get moving again as the shock from the previous letter had made you too scared to participate in matches, always asking Mike to cover for you. You went back into Mike's room to change while he waited down in the main lobby, juggling and entertaining other survivors to pass time.

As you slid your top over your head you heard a deep chuckle and nearly screamed in surprise at the tall lanky man who sat in the corner of the room, legs crossed over each other as his frame leaned against the plush cushion. 

“That was quite a show my dear.” said Antonio, his hands intertwining with one another as you pulled the hems of your sleeves in anxiety. 

“How- how much did you see? How did you get in here?” you asked, recalling how you were naked moments before. Your fear rose as you avoided eye contact with the violinist whose eyes gazed mischievously at your trembling form.

“Oh don’t worry not much, I am still a gentleman afterall.” he responded, dodging the question as he stood from Mike's chair, advancing closer to you. Just as he reached his hand out to stroke your face your legs gave in as your body collapsed to the hardwood floor and continued to shiver in distress as you shifted your gaze away.

“Please, dont.” you said, arms wrapping protectively around yourself. Antonio’s eyes widened with guilt, his obsessiveness had frightened you hadn't it?

“I know you're the one who sent the letter, and that you’ve been following me every match we had together.” you confessed, hoping still that it wasn’t him, however the shameful look on his face confirmed that you were correct. “It’s true, I don't know why, I was completely enamored by your beauty. I couldn’t help but watch you.” he replied, his hunched form towering over you.

“What about the letter?” you questioned, a small sniffle coming from you as you couldn’t meet his gaze.

“Darling I only wanted you to know how much I adored you-” he said as you cut him off with a sob “It wasn’t charming Antonio! I was scared you were going to hurt me!” Antonio’s guilty facial expression shifted into that of confusion.

“Darling I would never hurt you..” he said, trailing off before a knock came to the door, “That acrobat however-” he sneered, “You’ve gotten awfully close to him.” he said, his voice laced with venom.

“Antonio.. You wouldn’t do anything to him would you?” you whispered before the knocking became louder and a voice followed.

“Y/n are you done changing?” shouted Mike from the hallway, his feet idly tapping against the hardwood floor.

“We’ll see.” whispered Antonio maliciously before his body erupted into shivers of red before fading into microscopic dust particles, and suddenly the tall figure was gone, as if he’d never been there in the first place. How the hell could he use teleport in the manor.

“Oh! Yes, I’m done changing!” you shouted, adrenaline coursing through your veins at the encounter, Mike couldn’t know about this he’d make you switch rooms and that would put more people in danger. You really just didn’t want to be alone anymore. Antonio seemed to target you when you were by your lonesome.

“Oh our match is about to start by the way, we have about 5 minutes left.” He said, opening the door to see you looking stressed, all scared and teary. He assumed it was because you hadn’t been in a match in so long, he assured you everything was going to be fine and even if it wasn’t you’d all still come back to the manor alive. Though you had a few doubts about that.

You headed downstairs to the waiting area, at the table already sat Kurt and Emily who shifted lightly in their seats, silently awaiting the hunter. 

The round had started as the sound of shattering glass drummed against your ears, your blurry vision faded away and you appeared in the map arms factory.

You ran to the nearest cipher and began decoding, your hands fiddling with the pesky machine, small sparks spurring from the wiring every so often. It hadn’t even been a minute in and Kurt had shouted from across the map that the hunter was near him and only a few moments later he was struck down and in the process of being brought to a chair. 

Mike went in for a save but got struck and fled while Emily went to go help Kurt as the hunter was distracted and got terror shocked instead, meanwhile Mike kept running. You continued on your cipher, it was so close to being done but there's no way you’d win this match with that cipher being the only completed one. Not only was there only one almost completed cipher but 2 of your teammates were chaired and one wounded, you were the only one left untouched.

Mike came barrelling at you as fast as he could, huffing as his legs stumbled in front of one another. “Y/n do not finish that cipher!” he yelled, shoving you away from the machine as the two of you fell to the cold snowy ground.

“Why not!? We have to at least try!” You responded, shoving a handful of snow into the acrobats face angrily “it’s so close to being done!”

He wiped the snow aside before pushing himself up and grabbing your hand in a panicked state. “Y/n you don’t understand! We need to hide before Antonio finds you!” he said, pulling you along to hide in a locker as your heartbeat grew quicker.

“Oh Y/n~” hummed Antonito in a sing-song tune, “Where are you my dear?” he continued, his voice sickly sweet as his tattered shoes crunched the snow beneath them.

It all made sense now, Antonio had eliminated the others to get to you, Mike must’ve realized it too while running away from the violinist. The two of you crammed into a locker, breath going still as your hearts drummed with the hunters close proximity. Antonio’s humming became increasingly louder as his violin played an unfitting tune for the terrifying horror scene unfolding right before you as the violinist checked around corners and crates before throwing open the other locker next to yours.

You thought for sure that you were next, as he neared the two of you, but he surprisingly walked off in the opposite direction, seemingly looking for the two of you. You weren’t dumb, Antonio was trying to bait you out by making it seem like it was safe, you didn’t really have much of a choice, he knew where you were.

“He knows where we are..” you trailed off, your voice laced with defeat as your form slid down to the bottom of the locker to grasp your knees as your forehead rested in them. “Mike, we should just give up.”

“Y/n we can’t! I can distract him enough for you to find the dungeon..” he trails off, pulling out a nitre bomb, “I only have one left but It should be enough to make a distraction!” and with that the two of you leaped from the locker, not really having a plan in mind just running to where you last saw the hatch on the floor. Antonio was quick to follow, understanding what you were trying to do as his slender body stalked closer, his violin screeching horridly. 

Just as the two of you were about to give up you saw it, that stupid red dungeon hatch. Mike tried his best to distract Antonio while you were busy trying to lift the hatch, you both knew Mike wouldn’t last long against the enraged violinist.

When the latch finally opened Antonio wasn’t too far behind, Mike having already used his last bomb stumbling frantically in your direction as he tried to make it to where you were, waiting for him. Just as he came into view Antonio had struck him down, as if to mock both of your efforts he dragged the acrobat towards you, a wide grin on his face.

“Y/n just go!” Mike yelled before getting tossed to the ground in front of you, he was too wounded to move even though the dungeon was right behind you Mike wouldn’t be able to make it. You stood there in horror, not knowing what to do as Antonio stood there waiting for you to make a move. 

 “I have a proposition for you.” Said Antonio, his grin faltering, as he gestured to Mike who shook his head as to urge you not to listen to him. “I’ll let the acrobat go in return for you.”

Mike began to shout at you to hurry and leave before Antonio shoved his face into the snow, Mike still letting out muffled oppositions. “It’s your choice..” he said mockingly, inspecting his violin while waiting for a response. Your body trembled with fear, you couldn’t leave Mike in his hands, you knew what might happen to him if you did so you made the choice and sunk to the snowy ground in defeat. 

“I accept your proposal.” 

Mike struggled as Antonio shoved his injured body into the dungeon, pleading for you to just run while Antonio held your body closer to his. Antonio grinned widely as he slammed the dungeon door on the poor acrobat who’s eyes welled up with pained tears.

You had made it back to the manor not too long after Mike did, still feeling horrible after seeing his hurt expression as if he’d just been abandoned. Antonio’s grin never faltered as he led you back to his room, tendrils of hair caressing your hips.

“Let me hold you.” he stated, sitting down on his bed and patting his lap, his hair gently pushing you towards him. You moved forward with caution, his pale slender hands beckoning you lovingly as he held a possessive gaze. 

His hair eventually just lifted you to his lap as his arms snaked around your waist and his chin rested on your shoulder. “I love you. So very much.”

He whispered sweet nothings into your ear as your body shivered with fear, like a rabbit caught in a spring trap. You knew he wouldn’t do anything to hurt you as he had shown before but that didn’t deter your fear of what he could still do, he was bigger, stronger, and faster than you, and after what he’d done with Mike...

“Relax darling, you know you're safe with me.” he purred into your ear, pressing you tighter to his chest as he left trails of kisses down your neck. You felt his mouth twist back into a grin as he felt your body relax against his. “That’s right, you’re safe.”

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He groaned softly into your ear as you felt him twitch beneath you, his breathing getting more ragged and hitched as his hips began to grind into you. You could feel him grow harder as his entire body moved against you for any kind of friction.

“A-Antonio-” you gasped, surprised at his sudden movement as his hair tendrils pinned you to the mattress. “That’s it darling, say my name.” he responded, the air around you turning bittersweet as his eyes began to wash over with lust.

Antonio began to slide off his dress coat, unbuttoning his vest not long after, leaving him in his white button up as he kicked off his shoes to the floor. He leaned down to you, his large torso towering over you, giving you a deep kiss as his hand came to cup your cheek.

“I’ve wanted you like this for so long.” he said, unbuttoning his shirt and tossing it to the side as his long slender legs trapped you in his bed. Without thinking you grazed your hand against his cold, bare chest, he was a lot more muscular than you had originally thought, the simple action causing him to let out a soft chuckle.

“Touch me anywhere you’d like darling.” he says confidently, grasping your hand and placing a romantic kiss on your knuckles, the action itself making you blush. His sweet words and touches making you forget all about what happened with Mike. 

His hair began to slide under your clothing, the silky strands fondling every curve of your body as they skimmed across your rib cage and down to your thighs.Your breath hitched as the tendrils lifted your lower body to Antonio’s face as he slid his tongue across your stomach, “How about we take the rest of this off?” 

His slender fingers gently helped undress you as he went back to your bare tummy, his hands anchored at your hips while his tongue inched further down your body. The aching arousal between your thighs was too much, you moaned as he got closer, his tongue finally made contact as it swirled viciously around you as your hands grasped his hair. His nails dug into your thighs as his tongue lapped you up.

“Ah- Antonio!” You shuddered, the needy mewl escaping your lips as he picked up pace his tongue lapping at every inch of your sex. He hummed into your sex with delight, loving all of the sweet little noises you were making, all for him. You felt your climax grow closer as you gripped harder onto the violinists hair. 

A few moments later and your body writhed with pleasure as you came into his mouth, his hair letting you back down onto the mattress as he wiped his mouth.

“My god.” he groans, the upper half of his body towering over yours as his head rests back into your shoulder, you notice his body going stiff and the sound of his metal trouser buttons clanking on the ground as he practically kicks them off across the room.

While one hand was stationed by your face as he gripped the sheets beneath it, the other was around his dick as he pumped himself above you, mumbling out praises towards you as he kept pleasuring himself. “Darling you’re so cute.”

Antonio’s surprisingly warm breath hit your neck as the heat between you grew, you had no idea what to do next, a part of you wanted to reach for his cock and give him the same treatment he gave you while the other wanted to curl up and hide yourself. “Are you still thinking about that acrobat?” he whispered into your ear, causing a chill to run down your spine. 

“No I-” he cut you off with a kiss, which deepened as his hand moved faster. “I don’t want to see him near you, you're mine, and only mine.” he possessively groaned into your ear. 

“I want to hear it back Y/n, I'm yours I'll always be yours, this is proof.” he states, picking up pace as his breathy moans became more frequent, “All for you.” he said, his voice soft and breathy. 

“I'm yours.” you said, gently wrapping your hand around his throbbing cock as his head sunk into your shoulder with a deep husky moan as you began to stroke. “Darling, right there keep going, so good.” he praised, both hands coming down by your head as his forehead still rested on your shoulder though the pleasure was just too much.

“Y/n fuck youre doing so well darling.” 

His cock twitched in your hand the faster you went, at this point the violinist was bucking into your hand as you laid there flustered and aroused.

“Y/n love, i'm so close-” he whimpered, getting cut off by his ecstasy as he came into your hand, his cum dripping down onto your torso. His hip thrust forward a few more times as he rode off his orgasm.

“Y/n don’t ever leave me.” he gasps for air, his body sinking down to yours as his hair cradles around the two of you like a cage. “I need you.” he says, as he shifts to lay beside you, wrapping his arms around your hips, chin resting on your neck.

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Antonio Paganini x Reader (Let Me Hold You) [Yan] Pt.1

[CW: Possessiveness, Stalking]

Artwork is not mine!

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Antonio watched from afar as you decoded in peace, your shorter frame leaning over the cipher to reach a knob to turn. His grin widened as you missed a calibration and a shock of sparks flew from the machine, his tall slender body crept up behind you as you noticed your heart rate accelerate. 

“Hello dear.” he said, his violin screeching from behind you while you began to run off in a sprint, not daring to look back in fear that the mischievous hunter would be right at your heels. You were a decoder, it was hard to run and even harder to vault as you leapt through a window frame leaving the blue pale man to climb over it like it was nothing. 

For what felt like ten minutes you led the sickly man around the map ‘Y/n is containing the hunter for 60 seconds’ came the commentary voice as you dashed through pallets and broken building structure on the Red Church map, you were confused as to why he wasn't striking you down as he was well in range to do so. ‘Y/n is containing the hunter for 120 seconds’ came the voice again as your running had not yet ceased. 

“Keep it up Y/n!” shouted Mike from across the map as the rest of your team followed suit 

You realized you had messed up when the only place ahead of you was the basement, and there you ran, hoping for the violinist to spare you or maybe even take you down quickly. To your surprise he simply watched as you scrambled into a corner, tears threatening to fall as you shivered in fear. “Shh my little survivor, I'm not going to hurt you.” came his deep somber voice as a tendril of hair gently wrapped around your lower torso, hoisting you into his arms, bridal style.

His sharp features studied yours, you could feel his gaze peering into your skin as his hair shifted your weight around, his interest seemed to be piqued at an opportunity to look so closely at you. Another tendril of hair lovingly snaked around your thigh in a light grip.

“You’re not going to hit me?” you asked, peeking through your shaky hands into the black pits of his eyes as his usual witty grin faltered. “No my dear.” he responded, his hand gently caressing your cheek, “Run along now, your friends must be worried.” he said, placing you on the ground, his hair continued rubbing along your thigh before slithering back, shoving you off in a friendly manner. 

You were able to meet up with the rest of your team as the last cipher was popped, everyone headed to the gate to decode together. “Nice Y/n how’d you manage to lose him?” asked Mike, grasping your hands in a playful way as Andrew worked on decoding while Emma messed with her toolbox. 

“Oh uh funny story actually-” you were cut off by the sound of the gate creaking open and everyone shuffling out, not wanting to be in this creepy, foggy, graveyard anymore. 

After the match you stretched your legs glaring at the memory of the interaction, why couldn’t he have said he was friendly before tiring you out and scaring the ever living hell out of you. “You’re going to get cramps if you don't let your legs rest Y/n” said Emily waltzing down the stairs, a medical kit in hand as she began to tend to wounds of other survivors from matches that had gotten out around the same time. 

You nodded to the doctor before heading upstairs to your room, all you could think about was Antonio, why did he chase you for so long only to embrace you so tenderly? It was a weird thought but still the way his inky locks wrapped around your body, it made you feel strangely safe but you couldn't figure out why, he was a deadly hunter after all. 

The next few rounds with Antonio went just as smoothly, he maybe stuck around to watch you for moments at a time before disappearing and reappearing a few minutes later but that was it. No harm to your teammates, no harm to you. Everyone pinned it on Antonio wanting to simply play his violin in peace on the other side of the map, but you knew that wasn't the case as you had seen him creeping from behind tall objects, taking small glances at you before appearing elsewhere.

The paranoia you got from him possibly being anywhere was intense, you couldn't even sit still at your own desk as you wrote in your diary. Even if he wasn’t hurting you it was still unsettling and you just wanted to make it stop.

After a particularly tiring match you didn't have the energy to walk all the way back up to your room and instead fell asleep on the living room couch. A choice you wish you didn’t make.

Waking up in your room would've been nice if it weren't for the haunting note left on your nightstand, along with a small lock of your hair tied neatly with a ribbon. The note described how cute you looked sleeping, how the sender should just come snatch you away, how easy it was to get into your room, that they’d be back once again to hold you tenderly. You began to cry, the thought of this someone wanting to hurt you terrified you, you only prayed that it was some sort of sick joke as you curled up in a ball wanting nothing more than to die. The paranoia only grew worse. 

After maybe an hour of you sitting in your room you managed to grasp the letter and lock of hair tightly in your hands, walking out into the main area where everyone was getting ready for breakfast and throwing the two items straight into the fireplace. If it was any of the other survivors you had to know, you weren't going to let someone do this to you. 

You made your way to your seat, a plate of toast and hashbrowns after what you’d woken up to. You didn't have much of an appetite as you only took a sip of water before you sat up and walked back to your room. You thankfully didn’t have any more matches for the day, if it really was Antonio you didn’t want anything bad to happen to you if you were to go against him. You didn’t want to believe that it was the Violinist but so far everything pointed towards him, how was he even able to get over to the survivors side unnoticed?

“Hey Y/n you okay? You seem a little on the edge.” Asked your good friend Mike as he slowly opened the door to your room to see you crying once more. 

“Oh Y/n..” he said, his voice soft and comforting as he reached to embrace you in a hug “Whatever it is you can tell me.” he said, holding your shoulders familiarly. 

“I- think. No. I know I have a stalker.” you said, fingers tangling in your hair as you explained what had happened to you. Mike was just as horrified as you were, offering for you to stay in his room until the two of you could figure out more.

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Luca Balsa x Reader (Invention)[Fluff/Heated]

[CW: kissing/making out]

Artwork doesn’t belong to me! ┈┈┈┈┈ Luca had always been someone you adored, even if it was from afar. He was so intelligent and sensible, he always performed excellently in matches, and he was so incredibly confident. All of the things you had never thought yourself to be, you had never even had a conversation with the inventor yet you had fallen so hard. 

Luca had been in his room all day, you could tell he was busy working on his invention due to the bright flashes of sparks you could see under his door, which most likely meant he wasn't coming down for dinner again. “Y/n could you help me out with dinner again? Melly says she has a match right before that she didn't know about.”

“Sure.” You responded, getting up from the chair you were lounging in.

“Thank you thank you!” replied Fiona clasping her hands together in gratitude as she dragged you to the kitchen by your hand.

“So…” she trailed off, “Luca huh?” she said nudging your side.

“Fiona shh!!” you whisper-yelled nudging her back playfully.

“Y’know dinner would be a really great excuse to go to his room this evening-” said Fiona before reaching for a cookbook, you let out a long exaggerated sigh as you bent down for the pan cupboard, reaching for a cast iron skillet.

“I know, but i’ve never spoken a single word to him. I've been way too nervous!” you responded, holding the heavy skillet over your heart, feigning distress. 

“Just do it Y/n he’s not gonna think much of it other than you being nice, I promise you they’re easy to talk to!” she responded recalling the many times you've used the same excuse, “Just because you're into baking and shit and not advanced technology stuff like he is doesn’t mean he’s gonna dislike you!” she said with a long dragged out sigh.

“Honestly Y/n you have nothing to worry about, Luca is really nice.”

“I- you’re right, we’re in a murder mansion this is honestly the least of my worries.” 

“Interesting interpretation but i’ll take it. Bring him some dinner. I doubt he’ll leave to come eat.”

After maybe an hour of cooking it was finally done, delicious garlic roast with potatoes and peppers. You nervously prepared a second plate for Luca and decided that this evening was the evening you’d finally talk to him!

You shakily held the two plates in your hands, if you were going to do something it was going to be a big step that you couldn’t go back from, you were going to dine with Luca.

“You got this Y/n!” whispered Fiona, giving you a thumbs up and bringing her plate to the dining table along with everyone else. You made your way upstairs and to the left hallway where Luca resided and as it seems he was still working on his invention as the lights still flickered beneath the door.

You held the two plates in one hand as you inflicted a gentle knock to the dark mahogany door which soon came creaking open to reveal a worn-out tired looking Luca who’s gloves were stained with rust and oil. “Oh, Y/n what brings you here?”

You’d stared so deep into his room to see what it was that he was working on that you nearly didn't remember the answer to his question. “Oh! I brought dinner!” you said hurriedly as the Prisoner let out a light chuckle extending his right hand as his left rested on the doorframe. 

You gently handed it to him as he thanked you and went to turn back into his room, “wait!” you said holding the door open a bit. “Can I stay and watch you work on your invention?”

Luca’s eyes lit up as he urged you to come inside, gesturing to his bed which surprisingly was made and quite cleanly presented. You sat down with your plate as he pulled his chair closer to you “So do you wanna know what it is?” he asked, his toothy grin growing when you said yes and babbled on for about 15 minutes about every little detail before noticing you haven't eaten any of your food and stopping abruptly. 

“Oh hey your foods gonna get cold if you don't eat it soon.” he said pointing at your nearly full plate.

“Oh! I was just so interested in what you were saying I didn't even notice.”

“That interesting huh?” he questioned sheepishly as a hand extended behind his neck scratching it nervously. You giggled at his nervousness as he leaned back in his chair with a big sigh.

“You know Y/n I was always too nervous to talk to you, you were always so intimidatingly pretty I thought you didn't like me.” admitted the prisoner shyly, a blush spreading across his dirtied face, covered in machinery grime and dirt. “I now see that's not the case.”

You started laughing, grabbing your stomach as you doubled over on his bed, he looked at you worriedly as if he had just been rejected trying to laugh it off as he rubbed his forearm back and forth. “Luca oh my god! I've been thinking the same thing about you!”

“Y/n don't scare me like that I thought you were laughing at me!” he said relieved, his gloved hand grasping his chest as if his heart would beat out of his chest at any given moment. He scooted his chair closer to you, leaning in so that the tips of your noses touched. 

“Y/n..” he trailed off reaching his hand towards your chin, tilting your chin up to meet his eyes, his broad shoulders towered over you casting a shadow from the invention behind him. 

“Luca..”

His lips slowly made their way to yours, needy and loving as he shoved you further down on the bed, dinner had been moved to his desk as his body pressed closer to yours chest against chest as his torso towered over yours, both of his long lanky legs to each side of you as the prisoner lovingly explored your mouth. 

He left trails of kisses down your neck, his hand still positioned on your chin tilting it upwards for better access to your neck as he gently left a hickey on a lower, less-noticeable part of your neck.

After maybe ten minutes he released you, wiping the saliva from his mouth and leaning down to wipe the saliva off of yours, “Sorry was that too forward?” he asked, an embarrassed look spread across his face as his head hung slightly, afraid of your response.

“NO!” you shouted grasping onto his wrist. “It was- it was really hot..” you responded now it was your turn to blush as his face twisted into a handsome smile giving you one last kiss before standing up and extending his hand. “Let's get you back to your room, Fiona must be worried sick for you.” he said, winking in acknowledgement of your surprise.

“Fiona you dirty traitor!”

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Freddy Riley x Reader (Redemption)[Fluff/Comfort]

Artwork belongs to https://www.tumblr.com/blog/view/newtgat!! 

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You had just come back from a match, bloodied, bruised, plenty of new cuts, a sprained wrist, and what looked to be a deep gouge in your right leg. the hunter hadn’t had an ounce of mercy when dealing with your team, you and William were the only ones who didn’t make it out surprisingly enough. Aesop and Demi came back from the match nearly unscathed and Demi walked you to Emily’s medical wing, you’d have to take it easy for a couple of days, Leo really did a number on you. 

“Y/n please, just be careful with your wounds too much movement could worsen the damage, no more matches this week.” said Emily, her hand resting gently on your shoulder, “I’ll walk you back to your room, you need rest.” Emily gave you some pain medication before walking you down the hallway to your room. 

“What about dinner?”

“I'll send someone up.”

You sighed as you rested on your soft, plush bed. Your arm rested in a cast that swung around your shoulders, a little excessive for a sprained wrist but Emily insisted it was that bad and honestly you believed her, it hurt like hell. 

Half an hour later dinner was ready and you were dying to eat something, the pain meds were wearing off and your body ached with a burning pain like no other. The aching trailed up from your wrist down into your torso and down through your leg, the bloodied gash seeping through the bandage and onto your white sheets. 

You wept until dinner was brought up to your room. Your tears stained the cast on your wrist as your body lay stiff in your bed, it hurt to even breathe, your torso was far too bruised to even take a deep breath without intense pain. You just wanted it all to stop. 

A gentle knock came to your door, you whimpered out a “yes?” before the door gently swung open, a round glasses frame and a pair of squirrel-ish teeth came into view and you knew it must be Freddy, even with salty warm tears blurring your sight. 

“Freddy?” you whimpered as he brought a tray closer to your bed, he sat on the edge of your bed as he slid the tray over to your hands, he didn’t say much, just looked sorry for you which was definitely out of character for him. 

“Y/n your arm..” he trailed off brushing his fingers against the cast, causing you to flinch as he quickly pulled back holding his hand in his other palm.

“You won't be able to eat this by yourself.” he said, more like a statement than an observation, gesturing to the orangish red liquid which seemed to be some sort of tomato soup. His hands shakily reached for the spoon as he took a spoonful of soup and led it to your mouth. 

“Freddy you don't have to do this I can eat by myself, and why are you helping me anyways?” You asked, confusion clear in your voice as tears fell onto your lap, the pain was so incredibly unbearable. 

He didn’t say anything, just gently grasped your chin as he let the spoon slip between your lips, the slightly cold soup sliding down your throat as the taste of tomato basil flooded your taste buds, it was delicious. 

The soup bowl slowly emptied as the two of you sat in silence, Freddy shifting ever so slightly in your bed as he sat leaned over you, as much as he was giving you an annoyed stare you saw the kindness behind it, Freddy had never been so gentle before. 

A surge of pain shot up your arm and you yelped in pain, grasping at your wrist, almost dried tears threatened to be washed over as the liquid brimmed your eyes. Freddy gasped, setting the bowl aside and leaning close his grating, yet sheepish voice wavering and whispering sweet nothings into your ear “shh it’s okay, i'll go get you some medicine” he whispered, before shuffling his way off of your bed and running to go get something for you.

Not even five minutes later Freddy came back, a glass of water in one hand and 2 pain pills in the other. After downing both the glass of water and the pills you lied back down your leg stinging as the bandage rubbed against the wound, your eyes felt heavy, the crying must’ve worn you out. Just as Freddy was about to leave, his hand on the doorknob, you let out a soft cry “please don't go.”

Freddy looked back at you, hesitation glazed his eyes as he leaned back towards the door, checking the hallways to see if there was anyone there before silently closing it and walking back towards you.

He slid next to you, his nervous form not steadying as his body pressed gently against yours.

Your eyes struggled to stay open as the lawyer stroked your hair until you fell asleep, or so he thought. “Y/n you’re the only person who makes me feel whole, am I even worthy to be around you?”

“You’re so kind to me even though you know i'm greedy and spiteful, and that i've never done anything for anyone else in my life, I can’t expect you to love me back.” He says, staring at the back of your head as your body is turned sideways into a little spoon position. The words that just came out of his mouth made you want to cry, he had always been such a heartless prick in the manor, nose stuffed into a book while he ignored everyone and everything around him, but this kind side of him was something so pure and sweet.

Freddy had a reputation of being unpleasant, uncaring, rude, and just overall horrible to people, as though he had no care in the world besides existing and surviving for his own needs, never lifting a finger for anyone else. 

“When I heard how bad you were hurt I got scared, scared that I may never get to be around you anymore, it’s still pretty selfish though isn’t it?” 

Your body shifted painfully, turning towards the dark brunette as his eyes widened in awareness that you had heard everything he said. 

“I- Y/n, how much did you hear?” He asked sitting upright, his voice quivering with anxiety.

You didn't answer in your pain stricken form and only leaned forward from your position to lay a kiss on the corner of his mouth. “You aren't as bad of a guy as you pretend you are.”