Dance with Devils x Reader

Wounded Butterfly (Urie x Reader)

I pressed the rag into my cut as more blood oozed out. God Dammit! I just had to run into that branch when running away didn't I? Damn Urie's fangirls. (Not you guys)
"My butterfly, are you okay?"
"No. I don't want to talk to you either."
"What did I do?"
"You could have told those stupid girls not to murder me."
"You are hurt."
"No shit."
"You should fix that language of yours."
I got up and started to walk away from him. He of course followed me.
"Why are you following me?"
"I'm worried about you."
"Would you kindly fuck off? Please." He sighed.
"I can heal that for you, you know."
"And why would I let you?" He didn't answer and instead grabbed my arm. He brought it up to his lips. Gently, he ran his lips along it and it sealed up. "Thanks I grumbled."
He didn't let go of my arm and dragged me toward him.
"Do I have permission to kiss you butterfly?"
"Well I don't know. That depends on the level of fuckery you intend to deal to my mind."
"I love you."
"What?" My eyes went wide. I huffed. "You're lucky I love you as well." After a few seconds of hesitation, I added. "Permission granted."
Now his fangirls definitely had a reason to murder me.

A/N Sorry if it sucked. I don't really like him that much. I'll try harder next time.