Male Characters x Male!Reader !One-Shots!

Crimzon Ruze x Male!Reader [?]

VTuber Holostars EN/ Armis

Warning; uh... Maybe lore inaccurate and ooc!ruze. Ruze if you find this, no you didn't.

A heavy sigh left his mouth as he wiped the sweat off his forehead, the red fabric of his jacket turning a slightly darker colour due to his action. With a grunt, he pushed his sandy blond hair away from his face.

He was about to take off his mask and relax for a moment before heading back to the Criminal's Cut, hoping he could maybe continue reading in peace and there wouldn't be any more corruption beasts coming out of their territory, but the movement of his hand halted when he heard something.

It was a faint sound, one which he hadn't been able to hear before due to the roaring of the beasts and his unstoppable laughter, but now, in the eerily silence of the Badlands, his ears twitched slightly at the sound.

He frowned and gripped Zephyr tighter, steadily making his way toward the sound. Considering where he was, the possibility of the sound coming from another corruption beast was the only option that came to his mind, so he got ready to strike the beast and kill it with one swift swing.

However, he found something else. Something that wasn't a corruption beast. It was... A person.

A male.

His purple eyes inspected the state of the guy, his breathing was ragged and he was drenched in sweat, barely moving as he had found shelter in a rather small cave. He was severely injured, and upon a quick inspection, he was surprised the guy had managed to stay alive, specifically when he caught sight of a blood trail and faded footprints on the sand.

He took a deep breath and lifted Zephyr over his head, determined to put this poor soul out of his misery...

But he couldn't.

The blade shone under the sunlight as it stopped less than an inch away from the guy's neck, and he watched how his brows furrowed, mouth open as he struggled to breathe.

An annoyed sigh left him, and he watched the guy.

He didn't have a reason not to kill him, but he didn't have a reason to kill him either, so maybe...

"You owe me," he muttered to himself before carefully leaning Zephyr against the cave and dragging the guy closer to him, by doing so, he noticed the bloodied cloth wrapping around the guy's stomach, and could see that the wound was a claw scratch from a beast, as the cloth didn't quite cover the entire length of it.

He had more wounds, but they had stopped bleeding for the most part.

His eyes looked at the wounded man again, trying to understand why hadn't he killed him but he couldn't find it in himself to answer his own question. He took off his jacket and made the guy sit up, putting the heavy red jacket around his shoulders and securing the straps so it wouldn't fall off, and decided to pick him up.

He carried the man on his back and picked up Zephyr before making his way back as fast as he could, watching as the sun began to set over the horizon, giving way for the moon to shine as the night dropped.

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Closing the door behind him, purple eyes were locked on the guy he brought over to his home.

He had made a makeshift bed for him, had put his jacket away to wash the blood before it stained, and had fetched some stuff to help with his wounds.

Just the thought of having to take care of another person was beginning to irritate him and he was beating himself for bringing an injured man over, but... Too late now.