Moriarty The Patriot x Reader II

🎃 |William James Moriarty| "Damn... That's a lot of blood,"

A/N:  I wasn't quite sure how to write it but I hope this is alright ^^"

Requested By: SakuraShash

Warning/s: Blood, Profanity

Tag/s: Hurt with a Fluff Ending

Guide:
(Y/N): Your First Name

2nd Person's POV

You hummed to yourself as you walked into your bedroom, luring the intruder with you.

You sat in front of your dresser, pretending to get ready for bed, and saw the intruder slip inside into the shadows.

"How boring..." you sighed as you grabbed the gun hidden in your dresser, watching as the intruder got close to you.

"All alone, hm?" you smiled at the intruder through the mirror, meeting his eyes.

Before he could react, you turned around, pointing the gun at him and shooting his arm.

"Who sent you?" you asked the intruder with your feet on his chest and pointing your gun at him.

"Don't make me ask again," you frowned, stomping on his chest as he groaned in pain.

"Who..." you loaded your gun, "...sent you?"

The man glared at you and smirked, breathing heavily from the pain.

"...Fuck you," he spat before stabbing you in the leg with a knife repeatedly.

You screamed as you lost balance, letting him harshly push you away.

The man was about to run out of your room before you grabbed his ankle, making him trip.

"Nu-uh," you chuckled as he dragged you, painting your floor red.

"You're not getting out of here alive,"

You sighed as you slid down on the wall, holding onto your leg as the man fell on the floor, choking on his own blood.

"Milverton, huh..." you grunted as you heard the door opening and familiar voices, sighing in relief.

"Welcome home...!" you shouted as loud as you could as you fell onto your side, placing yourself into a more comfortable position.

You heard the voices become silent as footsteps echoed all over frantically.

You looked down at your leg, getting discolored as blood dripped from every stab down into a pool of red.

'Damn... That's a lot of blood...' you thought as you shook your bloody hand.

'Ugh...!' you thought in disgust, your leg looking like it belonged to a corpse from the discoloration and spots as you poked it, feeling nothing.

You looked back at the intruder, seeing he was now completely still as his blood continued to cover the carpet.

"..."

"...!..."

"(Y/N)...!" you heard someone call out as they opened the door, letting the light in.

You hissed as the light blinded your eyes, seeing a silhouette as you were lifted up.

"Can you hear me...?" the person asked, blinking your eyes to adjust to the light.

"William..." you muttered, seeing the familiar blond hair and red eyes as he treated your wound the best he could.

"(Y/N)...!" he breathed out in relief as he looked up at you in worry.

You looked back down at your leg and looked up at him, pointing at it.

"...Do we have to cut it off...?" you asked, surprising him.

"I... I'm not certain... But we might have to," he answered, chuckling in disbelief as you smiled.

"If we do... Tell Herder I get to pick the design..." you muttered before going to sleep and hugging his neck, cuddling into his chest.

William sighed in relief as he picked you up.

"All right... But hopefully, it does not lead to that," he muttered as he hurried you to the hospital.

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