MCYT Oneshots

c!Badboyhalo - A helping hand

Y/N - Your Name

(I am soft for c!Bad, so have this fluff ☺️)

READER PRONOUNS: THEY/THEM

You stumble blindly through the grassy plain, arms wrapped around your waist to put pressure on the bleeding wound on your side.

Your brain was melting with the pain, and you needed help.

"Where'd he go? Ugh!" Comes a frustrated voice up ahead of you.

"Hello?" You croak, throat dry with disuse.

"Is that Dre- oh jeez!" The voice exclaims, and you desperately want to look up at the owner, but found you'd lost most of your strength.

"Hello? Are you ok?" The voice asks, now much closer.

"Please... help." You beg, lower lip trembling.

"Ok, ok. I'm here, you're fine!" The voice tries to comfort, but you can hear the panic in the (assumed) male's tone.

Your head is stuck in a position of staring at your feet, you could see your torso and legs.

Therefore, you can see the long, sharp black fingers gently resting on the arms that you'd wrapped firmly around yourself.

A mild sense of panic set into your chest as you observed the hand which was now comfortingly rubbing patterns into your skin.

"You'll be fine," he assures, "guys! C'mere! This person's- this person's hurt!" He then adds to what you assumed were friends of his.

"Can you look at me?" He asks, and you stiffly shake your head.

"Necks stuck." You mumble, demonstrating by gently trying to lift your head. He hums softly and you wait for his reply.

"I'm sorry for this." He apologises quickly, before placing both of his hands on either side of your head and pulling your head up to the right level. You let out a hiss of pain, feeling the muscles scream out in protest. But as soon as the man is done, the muscles calm and the pain disappears.

Well, except for the pain raging a fire in your side.

But, despite the pain, you can finally look at your saviour.

He has pitch black skin, with glowing white eyes and long horns sticking out of his forehead. He wears a black and red cloak, and has a sword tucked into a leather belt that was fastened under his cloak.

He's a demon.

He smiles a tight-lipped smile, uncertain of you. Probably due to the fact that you were staring him down intensely.

You accidentally let up some pressure on your side and a fresh wave of pain crashes over you, and you fall into the tall demon.

"Oh, muffin- are you ok?" He asks again and you shake your head with more vigour than last time.

He sighs and thinks it over in his head. His friends hadn't heard him, and you were bleeding out right now, his choice was clear.

He scoops you up into his arms and carries you bridal style over to a safe place where he could care for you properly.

As he's walking, two people come into view.

One is average height with black hair and tanned skin, a bandanna tied around his forehead and a white t-shirt and black trousers adorning his body.

The other is around the same height with brown hair, a blue shirt and a pair of black and white sunglasses on his head.

"Bad! Where've you been?!" The one with the bandanna calls out in an American accent, and he starts walking towards the man you'd just learnt was called 'Bad'.

"Holy shit! Bad, who is this?!" The one with the glasses asks, jogging towards Bad with you in his arms.

"I- I don't know! They're hurt, and I wanted to help them." Bad tells them, and glasses and bandanna both inhale with a sense of apprehension.

About a half an hour later...

Bad has laid you out on a bed, and was now wrapping a bandage around your waist. The pressure of the tight wrapping relieved some of the pain, and you found the strength to speak.

"Th- thank you." You whisper, looking down at Bad.

He looks up at you, surprised you were conscious. He smiles at you, showing rows of sharp teeth.

For a demon, (and a pretty intimidating one at that) Bad was incredibly sweet.

"No problem!" He replies, "you gave me quite the scare back there!"

You frown apologetically, and Bad notices. "Oh, no! It's not your fault! I just- I wanted you to survive... and you did!" He yammers.

"Yay." He adds on quietly, making you laugh. The action of laughing sent a jolt of pain running through your bones, so you quickly stopped.

Bad furrows his brows at your pain, and checks your bandaging.

"I'm fine, Bad. Laughing just hurts a bit." You reassure, and Bad's eyes widen.

"How do you know my name?" He asks.

"One of your friends called you Bad before." You tell him, and he 'ohhh''s quietly.

"I didn't realise you were awake then." He reveals, and you smile warmly.

A few minutes later...

"But, seriously, thank you Bad." You say, and Bad blushes softly.

"It's no problem! Really, I don't mind." He replies.

"I really needed a helping hand, so it means a lot." You divulge, making Bad smile and blush even harder.

"I'll be your helping hand anytime!" He promises, holding out his hand to emphasise his point.

You take it, and this time you rub patterns into his skin.

You two sit there for a short while, before the friends - who you learnt were named Sapnap and George - came in and disrupted the heartfelt moment between you two.

But, neither of you had to worry, there would be many more of those moments to come for you both.