Maybe a Crazy Redd x reader who got hurt/is in need of comfort? 👉👈
This isn't exactly what you meant, I think? But I hope you like it!!
Really, you shouldn't have been running.
Just as Isabelle had predicted, the chilly air and ominous looking clouds had given way to a rainstorm, aligned by the whipping winds that threatened to carry you and your fellow villagers away at times.
Most of the other residents on the island had tucked themselves away in their own homes or that of a friend's to weather out the storm. You would have done the same, and probably should have…
Except for the fact that Redd's boat had pulled up to the dock.
He had most likely done so to stay somewhere safe while waiting out the storm, and for that you were grateful. You couldn't help but feel fondly toward the sneaky fox. You'd be crushed if something bad happened to the guy! And plus, you were looking forward to adding new artwork to the museum!
Umbrella in hand, you raced to the dock, rainboot-clad feet occasionally slipping on the wet grass, leaving you to fumble for footing. You kept your head down and forced yourself forward, fighting against the winds that threatened to push you back or carry you away. As troublesome as the storm was, you couldn't help but find it a bit thrilling! And besides, you were making great time in spite of it all! In fact, you were so close to the ship, about to reach the dock and-
You slipped and fell flat on your face.
You let out a groan as you skidded to a hault in front of the wooden dock. Your hands ached from where they had launched out to catch your fall, only to slip out from under you. Your knees smarted, as well, in spite of the padding from your pantlegs. You wouldn't be surprised if you'd gotten a few bruises, if not anything worse.
"Cousin!" Your head was still spinning as you heard a familiar call out.
The sound of footsteps approached rapidly, and you lifted your head to see Crazy Redd hustling over to you.
Lifting yourself shakily to your hands and knees, you looked up as the fox loomed over you, ears tugged downward and beady eyes swirling with concern.
"You okay there, 'Cuz?" He held out a paw, which you took, helping you to your feet. "That looked like a pretty nasty spill."
"Yeah, I'm fine." You breathed out. You attempted to take a step forward, only to stumble as pain shot through your limbs. You let out a soft cry of pain as you caught yourself.
"That doesn't sound fine to me," Redd clicked his tongue, coming over to your side. "Here, let me help ya."
Crazy Redd maneuvered one of your arms over his shoulders, letting you lean your weight against him. You grinned, thinking his reaction a bit silly. It wasn't like you had broken anything! Still… His concern was rather sweet. You leaned into his hold, his tail wrapping around your side as he led you onboard.
"Don't worry, cousin, I'll get ya patched up in a jiffy." Redd grinned at you, flashing his fangs.
It was probably just your imagination, but… Was the grin a bit… Devious? And, why did the entrance to his ship seem so dark and ominous now?
And why did his other arm come to wrap around your side, pulling you closer to him, so tight that you were certain you wouldn't be able to squirm free?