Pretty Girl ! Eren Jaeger

pretty girl ! eren jaeger

summary: [high school au] the school's biggest troublemaker has got his eye on the miss perfect of trost high school

➭ troublemaker! eren jaeger x fem! reader

➭ fluff, modern/high school au, kinda enemies to lovers? but bc i'm not much of a fan of that trope so it's more lovers than enemies if it's even enemies at all, also there's a little bit of angst and hurt/comfort

➭ warnings: foul language

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There was this utterly riddiculous thing that teachers did. To seat the trouble making kids next to the calm ones. Up to this, your last year at trost high school, you had naively believed that this habit had ended in, like, middle school, and you had been really relieved back then to sit next to your friends in class for once. But your math teacher Mr. Ackerman had had other plans for you: in the beginning of the year, he had made you sit next to notorious class clown Eren Jaeger in math class, and now you had to deal with that- or, more correctly, with Eren.

And Eren- was a nightmare. He was always late and always loud. It amazed you how he was still able to pull through with fairly good grades, since he appereantly thought that building towers out of his pens, exchanging notes with his friends, playing table tennis against his books and covering the table with pencil drawings was more suited for him than following the teacher or the class. But what entertained Eren Jaeger the most, was to annoy you. And he couldn't get enough of it.

For example, he always tried to distract you from working. During class, he always leaned close to your ear and whispered an endless waterfall of words. You desperately tried to tune it out, something that was clearly amusing to Eren, but it was impossible. Also, he was always asking you questions. Not about the subject of the class, of course, but about you. It was extremely irritating when your more than six foot tall table neighbor was asking about your favorite icecream, season, baseball team, movies and shows, color, band and just about anything that came to his mind, out of pure devilish delight to see your face scrunch up, trying to solve a math problem with his annoying voice rambling next to you.

And when Mr. Ackerman called him out on it, he began asking you questions about the class, which was somehow even worse. You didn't have a reason not to answer them, and after all, maybe he really wanted to know, but he was asking them without a pause, amd they were always about stuff you'd done months ago.

When he was particularly bored, Eren began to play with your hair that you kept in a messy bun most of the time, though you liked to have some loose strands that he snatched, twirled around his fingers and sometimes tugged at when he wanted your attention. Sometimes he even took several at a time and braided them into mini braids some of your friends had already unknowingly complimented after class.

All of his incredibly annoying and absolutely not endearing antics had earned Eren a special place on your heart- on your black list. Someone simply bringing up his name made you internally roll your eyes. And maybe you were childish, but he was more childish! Unfortunately, not everyone shared your opinion on Eren. In fact, he was quite popular, celebrated by many of your class mates for being so 'cool' and 'hot'. They encouraged his demeanor and you were sure that they contributed a lot to his massive ego.

You could see why people, especially girls, liked him, you weren't blind. Eren was incredibly handsome, as not to say really hot with his shoulder length dark hair that seemed right out of a shampoo commercial. He kept it in a loose man bun most of the time and, with all your critique you had for him, you had to admit that the guy knew what was good for himself- at least look-wise. His height and muscular built only added to the image of a greek god, and Eren sure had style with his rings and earrings that complimented his skin tone, and undoubtedly the most green eyes in the whole wide world.

Aside from that, Eren also had his fair share of charisma, and the much hated goofy grins and flirtatious smirks did something to anyone he encountered.

Yes, Eren was hot, but no pretty face or well placed smile could make up for the annoying little monster lurking beneath the surface. It seemed to be his sole purpose in math class to- well, you didn't really know. Was it to annoy you because he despised you? Or was it only to distract himself because you were just another person he could use for his entertainment? No clue. But you hated to think too much about him.

➭

07:53 am. You mentally cursed yourself and lifted your head from your watch, otherwise you would've collided with the wall. Damn it! You were more than twenty minutes late! Out of breath, you sprinted down the corridor as you mentally panicked. You were never late. In fact, you hadn't been late since middle school when you had a rather formative experience with Mr. Shadis because of it, and now your blood ran cold at the memory. This was bad. A worst case scenario. Shit! The class had started twenty-five minutes ago and you almost stumbled over your own feet, trying to increase your pace.

With a little too much momentum, you ran around the corner and straight into an obstacle. You bounced off of it painfully and landed butt first on the ground. Even worse, you lost hold of your bagpack, and now books and pens were sprawled out on the floor. When you saw the shoes in front of you, you suddenly realized that you had run into a person. Jeez, how much bad luck could one have on just one morning?

"I'm so sorry," you apologised profusely and crawled around on the floor to collect your stuff, but your fingers trembled with stress. Oh god, now you would be even later to class! This couldn't be! And Mr. Ackerman surely wouldn't take it lightly, he was known to be strict, and what if this meant a repetition? What if he'd do what Mr. Shadis had done years ago? Shit, shit shit!

"Y/n?"

Your head shot up as you were met with the sight of those gorgerous annoying green eyes and raised eyebrows. It was Eren. Eren fucking Jaeger was the one you had run into, him of all people. You probably shouldn't be surprised, Eren was notorious at being late- other than you. Normally, you would've given him the cold shoulder or snapped at him for some dumb reason, but you were far too stressed to feel anything put panic and worry right now. Not sparing him another glance, you hurriedly proceeded to pack your things.

Eren was confused. On the one hand, you were late. You were never late, always already there when he arrived, so he didn't quite believe his eyes. But there was no doubt to it, there you were, crawling around on the floor and looking for books and pens as if your life depended on it, as if the devil was after you. And the most curious thing of all was: you weren't angry, you hadn't scolded him for standing in the way. You hadn't even acknowlegde his presence properly, or so it seemed. He didn't like it. And what were you so distressed about anyway? Your fucking fingers were trembling! Not only your fingers, but your bottom lip, too. Were you about to cry? Why, for fucks sake? Were you hurt?

This was one of the rare time you didn't act annoyed or resentful towards him, even though that was probably his fault. But why were you in such a state? Worried, he watched you grip tightly onto your backpack, your pretty little face filled with fear. "What's wrong, pretty girl?" he asked, sounding as casual and teasing as possible, even though the question was genuine.

Instantly, he knew something was very wrong, you didn't even react to the much hated nick name, and you didn't huff in annoyance or tell him to mind his own business, but actually answered his question. "I'm late!" you shrieked out of breath and you sounded as if you were announcing the end of the world. You were completely broken. So devastated, in fact, that you seemed to just forget the grudge you held against him.

"Ah," Eren said confused and continued to watch you as you were on the verge of tears. "So, you're just late"

"I've never been late!" you answered, causing Eren's eyes to widen and a chuckle to leave his lips. God, you were cute. What now, tease you or comfort you? Both choices were tempting. You were just so helpless right now. His year long crush on you told him to calm you down and help you, but the meaner part of him wanted to see you squirm a bit, just a little.

"Never? Like, never ever?" he asked, still teasing but you almost heard some genuine interest. You nodded and he laughed. "I knew you were a good girl but I didn't know you took it this far, jeez"

"Yeah, whatever," you sniffed, in fact at the verge of tears. But then, Eren did something you hadn't expected of him at all. Actually, you thought that he would just stand there, watch and enjoy your misery, all while making fun of you, but Eren actually crouched down in front of you, took your books out of your trembling hands and stuffed them into your backpack. Then, he helped you collect your pens. His hands were steady and calm and actually reliable, and even though he had teased you before, he seemed to genuinely intend to help you.

"What are you doing?" you asked, which was a really dumb question, but you weren't thinking very clearly right now.

"Being your knight in shining armor, pretty girl," Eren smirked, closed the zipper of your bagpack, threw it over his shoulder and pecked your cheek as he pulled you up. With his sleeve, he gently wiped away any signs of the tears you'd almost spilled, took your hand and then pulled you with him. When he suddenly began to run, you, still a bit dumbfounded from the kiss, stumbled a bit before adapting to his pace and let him pull you with him as he sprinted through the corridors. With an almost boyish smile, Eren turned his head at full speed to look at you. "It's time to make some memories!"

God, he really was fast! No wonder he was the star of the football team. With your shorter legs, it was quite difficult to keep up with him, but Eren happily dragged you along, still carrying your bag which didn't seem to bother him at all. Loose strands of his bun flew around his head and his eyes held a weird sort of determination. Still too shaken to complain, you watched him, because when you watched him, you didn't have to think about what might happen as soon as you set foot into the classroom.

All the snarky remarks and you couldn't help to be so thankful. If it hadn't been for him, you'd probably be crying in some corridor now. As you knew yourself, you would've probably just decided not to face the emberassement and quit on school altogether today, which would've been very bad since the next math exam was only a week away. If you looked at it that way, Eren really had been your knight in shining armor- not the one you would've hoped for, but he had seemed surprisingly genuine in his attempts to help you. Actually, he had been very kind. But why all of the sudden?

In no time, you reached the door to the class room and the anxiety kicked in again. Involuntarily, you clutched Eren's hand harder as you stared at the door in fear. What would Mr. Ackerman say? Would he reprimand you, expose you in front of your whole class? Eren looked down at you. Panic was written all over your features as you tightened your grip on his hand. But Eren left you no time to think about all the possible bad outcomes of this situation, he winked at you as if you were old friends and then knocked. The door opened.

When the two of you stepped in, you were met with Mr Ackermans sinister gaze. Clearly, he wasn't happy that you disturbed the class and you felt yourself shrink next to Eren under the glare he sent your way. "Morning," Eren said unbothered, not even explaining himself at this point.

Mr Ackerman glared at him angrily. "Is there a single cell in your body that gives a shit about anything at all, Jaeger? Or are you just a petty, attention hungry little child?"

Next to Eren, you panicked even further as you watched and listened Mr Ackerman scold him. Though Eren didn't seem particularly bothered. Contrary, he seemed to be pretty relaxed about the whole situation, in a strangely good mood actually. He was more of a grumpy guy mostly, but right now, he looked as if he was having fun. Not you though. The more you heard of Mr Ackerman's lecture, the more you wanted to turn around run out of the class room. Or jump out of the window. What would he say to you? How would he punish you? At this point, you'd be relieved if he'd just give you detention, as Eren was getting right now for not being on time for the whole month, and not say anything else. You'd take everything but public humiliation.

You felt sweat on your temple as the class looked at you- specifically your hand in Eren's, who let go of it quickly but waited for you, not yet taking his seat, even though the teacher had told him to. Maybe he could sense that you'd crack under pressure If he left you alone here.

"I'm sorry, sir," you heard yourself say and saw your middle schooler self before your eyes, saying the same thing. "My alarm didn't ring"

"Tch," said your teacher and you panicked internally, trying to appear composed. "It's fine, go to your seat"

A big, big, weight was lifted up from your chest at those words and you almost felt like laughing. Had he just let you off the hook? Really? Relief, sweet, sweet relief flooded through you and you felt like flying. All this worry... He hadn't said a single mean thing to you! You couldn't believe it! You were so happy, in fact, that you showed no reaction at all when Eren patted your back and you followed him to your seat where you quickly sat down to escape the stares of the bored students. Only then you remembered that Eren still had your bagpack, and you were already prepared for him making it a game for you to try and get it, but when you turned around, he simply handed it to you with the proud smile of someone who'd just won a competition.

That was, in fact, how Eren felt right now as you took your bagpack and even gave him a little smile. And there was his prize. A smile. You'd never smiled at him! But he loved it. It was like standing in the spotlight on a stage, and it made butterflies dance around in his stomach. Eren smiled back instantly, still enjoying the high he got from your smile, placed his head on the table to look up a you as loose strands of hair fell into his face and remarked jokingly: "What, you aren't angry at me? Guess you really were serious back there, huh?"

Something was different. The way he looked at you. First, you couldn't quite understand what it was, but then it struck you. Eren was smiling. Not smirking, not sarcastic, not scowling, he was smiling. A real, genuine smile that made his green eyes shine, that made your stomach twist and turn and heart skip a beat.

You noticed you were staring at him when he winked at you and you spun your head around so fast that your hair flew around your head and into your eyes. Emberrassed, you looked away from him as your cheeks grew hot. What had just happened? God, you bet you'd never hear the end of this!

Eren watched you curiously, your reddened cheeks that he could only make out when he leaned over the table. As he remembered the look in your eyes when he'd winked at you, he had to chuckle quietly.

"Watch out, I might still snap," you warned him without properly looking at him yet, trying to overplay your emberassement. It was the first time you'd joked around him and he wanted to cradle you up in his arms and tell you how great you were as he watched you from the table with a lovesick smile. In truth, Eren had had a crush on you for months, hence the reason he enjoyed bothering you so much, because he was, in fact, attention starved. He wanted your attention and your praise for carrying your books - he'd tried before, but you'd snapped at him - but he didn't know how to tell you, how to let you know he was serious, how to push his teasing troublemaker persona aside, so he just kinda did crap, just to get a little huff, a little scrunch of the eyebrow, a little side glance out of you. He wanted to prove to you that you couldn't just ignore him.

In his eyes, you were magnificent. Your intelligence, the fact that you were able to read people, that you weren't shallow at all and not afraid to show it, your kindness to others and the fact that you always hold your head high. He loved every single one of your mannerisms and it also helped that, to him, you were the prettiest girl at trost high school.

You sighed, knowing nothing of his train of thought that was all about you. "Thank you for carrying my books, and your help, I-" you stopped yourself, cleared your throat and got out your stuff for the lesson. Curious, Eren eyed you from the side, but he didn't ask further questions.

Something was different today. Eren was. You would've thought that he'd return to his old ways as soon as Mr Ackerman began to speak again, to annoy you, keep you from listening or doing the tasks the teacher gave you. But, surprisingly enough, he didn't. He was quiet. The whole time. Maybe he was dead. You glanced to the side, but there he was, alive and breathing. Still not paying attention to the class, but also not annoying you. What was going on? Was he sick? Was he okay? What was wrong with him? Why didn't he act like usual? Like he always did, every time you two had math together. But no.

When he realized you were looking at him, he glanced at you shortly and sent you a quick little smile before he focused back on fiddling with his jeans. Confused, you shook your head and turned your attention back to the teacher.

Halfway through the lesson, Eren took your left arm, and soon after, you felt the brush of a pen. He was drawing or writing on it. But he didn't say a thing, just quietly drawing on your left forearm. Out of fear he'd begin to talk again if you asked him about it, you stayed silent. It wasn't so bad. The pen tickled you lightly. Eren's warm hands sent tingles through your whole body and goosebumps appeared all over that arm. He had to have noticed it, but he didn't say anything. In your reflection in the glass of the window, you could see that he was bend over your arm, tongue sticking out of his lips in concentration. You tried not to get too caught up in the sight.

➭

"Now ... tell me," Ymir grinned and shoved an elbow into your side rather roughly. "What were you doing with Eren Jaeger, holding hands and missing out on class?" The two of you were walking down the hallway to get to the cafeteria after English class. The last time you'd seen Eren today was back in math class.

At the implication, your cheeks burned and you hit her back. "Oh shut up! It's not- it's wasn't like that"

"What's not like what?"

Both you and Ymir spun around to be met with the sight of Eren right behind you. You would've almost stumbled due to the shock and your clumsy turn, for the second time that day, if Ymir hadn't catched you. The tall girl glared at Eren who seemed a little nervous under her hostile stare. It was only then that you noticed the change in his expression. His dorky smirk had been replaced by a nervous grin- not much of a difference, one would say, but as someone who knew these smirks better than most, it catched your eye. Eren seemed more genuine as his eyes found your's helplessly.

"What do you want, Jaeger?" Ymir growled, making no effort to hide her hostility. You almost pitied Eren. Almost. The amusement overpowered it. Undoubtedly, you liked seeing Eren squirm a little.

"Uhm," Eren said, "Historia wants to see you. At the basketball field"

Ymir and you shared skeptical glances. True, Historia and Eren were loose friends, but why would she sent him and not just a message? "Are you sure Historia knows that she wants to see her?" you asked with a raised brow and a little grin on your lips.

You could see in Eren's face that you'd caught him, nontheless he feigned innocence and showed Ymir away from you gently and draping a hand around your waist. Ahh. Then, he even had the audacity to pat Ymir's shoulder. "Doesn't matter, she told me, you need to go now, love is great, get your girl"

Both Ymir and you were staring at him aghast. You were so perplexed about his weird behaviour that you didn't even think about getting out of his rather tight grasp, but you couldn't ignore the feeling of his waist rubbing yours and the warmth radiating from his body. Actually, his hoodie was pretty soft and cozy. No wonder he wore it so often, you just hoped he cleaned it regularly. Though he probably did since he smelled pretty good- well, normal. Very normal. God, what were you thinking about again?

"Also," Eren added when Ymir didn't walk away, "Reiner and his team are on the way to the field. If I were you, I'd go and mark my terretory, you know how he is."

Ymir scoffed at him, but she did turn around with one last look at you and left with a frown plastered all over her features. When she was out of earshot, you snorted amused. "'Mark my terretory?' You dog."

Jokingly, Eren bowed a little and lead you down the hallway. It was only then that you realized he still had his arm around your waist, so you tried to wiggle out of his grasp but to no avail, he was just too strong.

"Eren," you said annoyed.

"Hm?"

"Let me go, please"

Sighing, as if it caused him a lot of pain, he let go of you but didn't create any distance. Since you couldn't really think of a reason to push him away, you continued to walk by his side. At first, the silence was quite nice and you wondered if he'd gotten so little sleep last night that he just didn't have the energy to talk, but, after a few minutes, you felt the urge to start a conversation. Shyly, you glanced his way, unsure how to start one. Eren was looking straight ahead and you quickly did the same before you would begin to stare again. It was quite easy to get caught up in the sight.

"Historia didn't ask for Ymir," you said, more as a statement than a question, but, nontheless, he answered.

"No"

Biting down on your bottom lip, you studied his features. He seemed relaxed, cool, as always, but his left hand was fidgeting with his hoodie. This was one of the little things he did when he was nervous, and suddenly you wondered why you even knew that. Sure, you'd seen it somewhere, but why had you remembered it? Why had your mind decided that this was important information? And why on earth was Eren nervous? Since you didn't have an answer to these questions, you asked another one.

"Why did you lie to Ymir? Why do you want me alone?"

"Because I didn't take you as someone who'd like a threesome," Eren joked. You hit him with your bag and he raised his hands in surrender and defense. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry y/n! I was only joking. It was a - ow! - very, very dumb joke, I'm sorry!" Maybe his apology would've sounded a little more genuine if he hadn't been laughing, and even though you wanted to push him into the school pond, a little smile tugged at your lips, too.

Mercifully, you lowered your bag and glared at him, but when he smiled at you, it was hard not to smile back. Huffing, you surpressed it, but you couldn't do anything against the fact that your expression softened a little. What was wrong with you? What was wrong with him? Why were you both like this?

Eren's shoulder bumped into your's as you continued walking, causing you to look at him. He had his hand stretched out to you and, for a confused moment, you wondered if he wanted you to take it before he asked: "As an apology... do you want me to carry your bagpack for you?"

"Nah," you said and rolled your eyes at his disappointed expression.

"Come on, please," he begged and tugged at the strap over your shoulder and at the heartwrenching look in his eyes, you almost gave in.

"Why?" you asked as you narrowed your eyes at him. "Do you want to drown it in the school pond? Do you want to hide it somewhere? Do you want to set it on fire?"

"What're you thinking of me?" Eren exclaimed- he seemed surprisingly genuine. "I just wanna carry it for you"

Well, you may just test him now. For safety reasons, you took your phone, keys, wallet and earphones out of your bagpack and handed it to Eren skeptically. Delighted, Eren threw it over his shoulder and grinned at you. Other than you, he was very aware of the eyes following you two, the students sharing glances when the unlikely pair walked by, and this display - you letting him carry your bagpack, none of the other boys, only him - satisfied him greatly. This was his way of marking his terretory.

When he looked back at you, you looked more serious, in thought. Then, you stopped walking in the middle of the hallway but didn't look at him. He noticed you were chewing on your bottom lip- you didn't know the words to say what you wanted to say. Finally, it broke out of you. "You must think I'm so riddiculous now"

Eren, who was sure that you didn't want the whole hallway to heat this kind of conversation and you surely had everyone's attention, urged you to continue walking gently. "Only a bit riddiculous," he said with a soft little smile and led you outside where you had more privacy. Since you were standing right next to him, he noticed the deep breath you were taking and suddenly remembered the look in your eyes when he'd found you before math class. At the memory, he felt the frustration wash over him for not knowing why you had gotten so panicked and how to make it go away.

When he was just about to ask you about it, you broke the silence, still not looking at him but a little smile tugging at the corner of your lips. "You were awfully quiet this morning"

"You didn't like it?" he replied, only half joking, as he eyed you from the side.

Immediately, you burst out in panic: "No, no, I did! I was just ... surprised, I guess" The shy look in your eyes when you shared a glance plastered a wide grin upon his face and made his heart flutter. Weirdly enough, his grin made you blush and you cursed yourself for getting flustered this easily.

"Well," he said and you looked back at him, or better, up at him. "I figured you'd already missed out on the first half of class so you shouldn't miss the second half, too. After all, we have a class test next week."

Your eyes widened, surprised how considerate he had been- and by the fact that he knew you were writing a class test next week. When you voiced that last thought, he laughed whole-heartedly and you even joined in a little. "You're not going to actually learn for it, I'm sure."

"No," he said. "I know most of the stuff, but if you need help learning..." He had lowered his face so it was only a few inches from yours and wiggled his eyebrows. You pushed him away with a smile, but Eren suddenly stopped and leaned down to your height. You hoped that he just assumed this was your natural skin color by now. "Now, I get to ask a question," he said. "Why the rush?"

A deep sigh left your lips and you hugged your body with your arms without looking at Eren. You felt the urge to tell him, insufferable Eren Jaeger who wasn't as insufferable as you'd thought, about it, but now you felt riddiculous. Finally, you explained: "When I was in middle school - i was new to the class - I was late once to Mr Shadis class. He- I don't know, it's just so dumb, but he kind of scolded me and slandered me in front of the whole class." As you spoke, your voice got higher and rushed. "And, you know, I was kind of sensitive, still am, and I had a bad day and that was just all coming back so I panicked you know? And-"

You fell silent and stared at the ground. You sounded like a total dumbass. What did he think of you now? You felt the tears in your eyes. This was so emberrassing! Humiliated, you avoided his eyes.

"Mr Shadis?" Eren asked, sounding unbothered. "Man, I remember him! That guy really was a pest"

"Yeah?" you asked and looked up at him with wide, glossy eyes.

He smiled back reassuringly. "I still now how he always bullied me in gym class"

"Poor you," you smiled and swallowed the tears as Eren rubbed your back gently.

"You know," he said, "I met him in town recently and he was actually pretty nice- he was propably just not good with kids"

You nodded and sighed a little. Never ever would you have guessed that Eren was this good at comforting, and the arm wrapped around your shoulder made you want to cuddle into this hoodie of his "You're probably right- let's talk about something else before I begin to cry on your hoodie"

"Never thought I'd hear you say that to me," Eren grinned. "It's nice though. By the way, have you looked at your arm yet?"

There it was again; the slight nervousness in his eyes, the fiddling with his hoodie. You shook your head truthfully. "No"

"Well, then do that," Eren said, and before you knew it, he had pressed a kiss on your cheek and had slipped back into the school building. Dumbfounded and blushing again, you looked at the door students walked out of now. They walked past you as you just stood there, not knowing what to do with this. You felt so- good. So weirdly happy that you wanted to hug every single one of them and then Eren. Whatever this weird new thing was- you liked it.

Surpressing a smile, you looked at your arm and your eyes widened. It was full of little drawings, quite simple but really good. You saw a dog, a pen, a braid, a coffe cup and a piece of cake and much more. Amazed by how good he was at this, you ran your fingers over your arm that Eren had turned into a work of art and then noticed the only letters on your arm, in a comic-like font and surrounded by little symbols.

Wanna go out with me?

I’m Listening ; ♡

syp. You’re hanging out with your boyfriend and his friends, you’re a shy person so you couldn’t really keep up with what they’re talking about..

pairs. Dottore x GN!Reader

au. modern au/highschool au

genre. fluff, small angst(?)

warns. out of character(?) Dottore

a/n. thanks for 200+ followers! i’m sorry i haven’t been posting as much. here’s some Dottore fluff! i’m also trying a new writing style(?)

ex. soprano ; highest female voice type

cr. banners/pics all belong to @/genshinresource

. . . Ever since you and Dottore started dating, Dottore always seems to be inviting you to hangouts with his friends. He thought it would be a decent way for you to get to know his friends and vice-versa.

Although, you were a shy person. It took you 3 months to finally confess to Dottore – what if you said something stupid or something they didn’t like? Dottore reassured you if you didn’t want to come along was totally fine, but you just felt guilty.

He probably promised his friends that they could meet you! He would definitely be embarrassed if he came to them without you by his side. You think he would look like an embarrassment- and you didn’t want that.

Besides, you don’t have that much friends. So maybe they could be yours. Giving it a try won’t hurt, right?

First time meeting them ; it wasn’t that bad. All his friends were pretty cool and chill. Ajax, the ginger hair with blue eyes, seems really energetic and wholesome – Scaramouche whose height is slightly shorter than yours, and purpled is quite short-tempered – Pantalone, he looks very smart, and his height is slightly taller than Dottore’s – Signora, the only girl in the group, seems to be really smug and has pretty features.

You were quite relieved after meeting them in person, you thought they would definitely make fun of you when Dottore isn’t around when Dottore first show them on his phone.

I guess this wasn’t a bad idea, huh?

A few months have passed, nothing bad came. Except until Signora decided it was a great idea for a sleepover, inviting her other friends like ; Arlechinno, Damslette and Sandrone.

You were quite anxious since there will be 7 other people in the sleepover, excluding you and Dottore. But, you thought the same before you met Dottore’s friends, so they shouldn’t be that bad.

And you were right, it wasn’t that bad. Here you are, all of you sitting next to eachother forming a circle, snacks and sodas in the middle. Ajax and Scaramouche fighting like little children – Signora and her friends cracking jokes – you in Dottore’s lap while you take a sip of his coke.

“This is getting boring. Why don’t we talk about something else?” Dottore sighed. “Well then, you big boomer, what do you have in mind?” Signora rolls her eyes, folding her arms. It was quiet – really quiet. “Hmm,” Damslette hummed. “How was everyone’s History test today?” her voice was very majestical and sweet. She could be a soprano.*

“Pssht- it was easy! It’s only about Liyue’s History and it’s God,” Ajax confidently answered. “It was okay. I just didn’t know the question number 15 which was about Alatus’ real form- i didn’t even know he was a bird!” Signora lied her back against the wall, whining.

“Well if only you listened to the audio i sent you via message-” “oh, shut up Pantalone! you’re so annoying” Signora cut him off. “Well if you actually DID listen to the audio you could've known the answer to that question, Mrs. Sassy pants.” Pantalone rolled his eyes, then narrowing at her. Signora could only scoff back.

The room went silent in awkwardness.. “I was only in the 2nd page and when i turned to Arlechinno, she was already in the 5th page! Was it that easy?” Sandrone laughed, “Perhaps you could say that. Although i’m not certain if i’d pass,” Arlechinno smiled. “Why not? You passed all the tests we’ve studied!” Damslette cheered - “Because she didn’t study,” Dottore smirked. “I caught her online on Twitter instead of ‘studying’ like she said she was,”

“Shut your mouth, Dottore. Why were YOU on Twitter? How did you know i was on?” “That’s because i was done studying, you dimwit,” he glared back at her. “Hey, hey! No fighting. Let’s just all agree that Arlechinno would pass the test whether she studied or not,” Damslette clapped her hands together, catching all of the attention to her.

“Damslette, you’re such a simp,” Ajax smiled innocently. “Be quiet, you ginger! You got detention for making out with the class-A representative!” she argued back. “Oh yeah? Do you have any allies?” You remembered. You remembered Ajax making out with the class-A representative, he had long brown hair and amber eyes. A lot of people said he was similar to the god of Liyue.

“That’s what i thought!” Ajax laughed loudly. “Actually–” “YOU have NO proof!” he smugged. Then both started arguing again, cutting you off. Everytime you try to talk- someone would be screaming or covering your voice. Qere they doing it on purpose? Do they even know you’re here?

You looked down onto the floor. Are they really your friends?

You start to overthink suddenly you felt a little kiss on your ear. You snapped from your thoughts, “Hey. Why’d you stop talking?” Dottore was whispering so close to your ear. “What is it?” ”U-Uh, i wanted to say that i did see Ajax making out with the representative but.. i don’t think they can hear me.”

“Oh.” he hummed. “Well, Ajax! You actually did make out with the representative” Dottore blurted out. Everyone turned to you and him, “H-How do YOU know, sharp teeth?!” “[Y/N] did. You guys just kept cutting them off.” he answered in a low tone.

“Oh my- we’re so sorry, [Y/N]!” Arlechinno rushed to you to hold your hands. Her hands were quite cold. “I-It’s fine!” you smiled.

You opened your mouth to say something but hesitated and shut it back. “Is there something you want to say, [Y/N]?” Pantalone asked.

“It’s embarrassing —” “Oh just say it.” Scaramouche scoffed, he looked like he just woke up from a nap. “Were you sleeping the whole ti—” “Shut up, Signora.” Ajax cut her off. Signora gave him a death stare, that didn’t bother him at all, but you laughed softly.

“Are..we friends?”

. . .

“Oh, of course we are! You got me so so worried. I thought it was something serious?!” Sandrone sighed in relief. “Of course we are, [Y/N]. If you ever feel ignored, just tell us okay? We know you’re a shy person, we just want to help you tag along” Damslette smiled, you watched the others nod and felt Dottore kissed your hair.

“Mhm. And if they ever ignore you, just know i’m here to beat them up, okay?” he specifically let out his some sort of scary aura to the others, but turning back to you. “Okay!”

The others just looked at you and Dottore. How do you survive with him? He’s so scary at times..

this doesn’t even seem like a Dottore fic anymore but slay

I COULD DESTROY THE WORLD FOR YOU !

♱ DOTTORE X AFAB! READER WORD COUNT: 2.4k

♱ SUMMARY : a mere test subject he solely created to satisfy his lustful desires . . . why would he suddenly fall head over heels for something he already acquired?

♱ WARNINGS : SMUT, MDNI. drugging, slight dubcon, praising, degradation, possessive! dottore, whipping, pussy drunk! dottore, sadistic masochistic themes, mirror sex, not proofread.

♱ AN : sorry for being horny + this is my submission for an event collab held by @bluexiao and @anantaru <3

it was eerily silent as you were encompassed by the monotoned, tall, four walls. the glacial temperature traces goosebumps all over your naked skin, feeling somewhat numb until you felt the sudden urge to budge a movement.

a crease between your brows forms as you feel your limbs encaged by some unknown material that was preventing you from moving; that's when it finally sank in your mind to which your messy entangled thoughts release into straight lines. you were being used as a test subject for the doctor, with a project he wanted to do for so long but never got the chance to. it all changes today.

for the record, this was his first attempt. you groggily peel your eyes open to be welcomed by intricate designed ceilings of grayscales colors— what stands tall from both of your sides are numerous rolling cart drawers, each one containing a specific category of equipments to be used by the doctor. a short, fuzzy memory flashes in your mind, the voice was distinct but the image was blurry. a black silhouette forms against the dim lights, "refer to the doctor as my lord or you'll suffer a great consequence." was all you can remember as you were taken away by masked, armed soldiers.

"you're finally awake. i'll be back to check on your statistics." a deep, eloquent voice reverberates inside the quiet vicinity, words spoken with elegance and class. the tread of footsteps from the mysterious person echoes as he takes steps away from your numb body, it slowly dies down the further he got; his figure vanishing quickly. your eyes start to feel heavy as your lids roll down and before you knew it, you doze off into a deep slumber once again.

this time, the glacial temperatures no longer rake shivers running up and down your spine. your eyes flutter open as you were now awoken by the multiple sensations tracing circles on your skin. a hum of acknowledgement sounds, the harbinger picking up the fact that you were awake now. "your sensitivity was indeed heightened. i say from the experiment, i conclude this as a success." you anchor your attention to the bright arctic locks that tumbled way past the male's shoulders, especially narrowing your gaze at his beaked mask composing of neutral colors that covered the top portion of his face. as he does the littlest movements, the glowing aquamarine blue earring dangles towards the direction as well. if you could sum it all up in one word, his character appears bizarre.

"very well, you may sit up straight on your bed now." his husky voice chimes into your ears once again. for some reason, everytime he speaks to you, your body writhes from the chills he sends to your system. wasting no time, you follow suit to his orders and sit, the adamantine bindings previously prohibiting you from budging were now gone. instead, all you had on your body was a sheer white fabric reaching just above your knees. the doctor closes the proximity between your bodies, the point of his mask a mere hair thin apart from your face upon touching. "do you know your purpose? do you know why you're here, at my laboratory, looking rather helpless?" the doctor parts his lips open, strings of questions shooting in a short minute.

you respond, "no, my lord." a raspy chuckle was what you receive in exchange. you were suddenly taken aback as the turquoise haired's gloved hands inches forward your face, tucking your disheveled hair behind your right ear. "you're here for a sole reason. to quench my thirst for carnal desire." the leather gloves trail from your ears down to your neck, the doctor delineates the fine lines carved on your bare skin slowly with a sinister smile tugging on the corners of his lips.

a searing feeling of lust brews in your lower abdomen as his ephemeral touches leave an invisible heating mark on your body. you unknowingly yearn for more and fortunately, he doesn't stop there. his free hand now starts to explore your torso, slender tips fiddling with your now perked up nipples. the sensation was too extreme as he later pinched the very bud in harsh turns, a whimper then escapes from your lips. he twists the part depending on which direction you moan the most on, finding delirium from seeing you in a sticky situation.

"amusing. come on, let me hear a lot more." he expresses, now toying with your mounds with his two gloves hands. the doctor tightly grips your tits as he kneads your soft flesh, his movements were too pleasurable that you could draw a conclusion he's quite skilled at what he does. you bite back a moan daring to slip past anytime now but he was mindful of every little detail of your movements, he picked that up and clicked his tongue. "i told you, let me hear your undignified moans of satisfaction."

"y . . yes . . my lord." you pause in between syllables, now feeling a lukewarm sensation brush along your neck. your hands were unable to keep themselves, it's as if something was urging you to roam your touches on the doctor's body too. with wobbly arms encaging the harbinger's tall stature, there you only realized he wore a thin yet eye-catching garb of clothing, one that is worth of an archon's ransom.

pulling him closer to your heated body, you suppose you didn't commit any act of prying into his boundaries as he only continued to toy with your body freely. the kitty licks he gave your sensitive spot starts to broaden followed by quick, sharp pangs of throbbing pain remaining in the part. your legs flinch from the feeling and a yelp bubbles in your throat, "my lord . ."

dottore withdraws from your body and faces you completely. "entertain me, will you?" his looming figure towers over yours and you gulp the lump forming in your throat. hands still shaking from the sudden tension, you start little by little upon removing his layers of clothing. first was the fluffy coat jacket draped over his shoulders accentuated with snezhnayan's motifs from the dangling steeled chains and diamond shapes adorning it.

stripping each layer of exquisite fabric from the scientist, the feigned bravery you mustered paid well as you see his chiseled pecs and ab muscles tracing lines from his plain white long sleeved button down. you palm his well-sculpted body through the fabric, the lust brimming in your heart starts to make you feel a tad bit lethargic and fuzzy all at the same.

you work your way by unbuttoning his top one by one— the farther that you got, the more you see his fair skin gleam from the bright white lightings. he looked like a masterpiece of madness and beauty that you couldn't help but to adore. a toothy grin creeps up on the doctor's face, "in heat already?" abashedly nodding while averting your gaze to somewhere else, "then stroke my cock so i can finally fill you in."

unzipping his trousers, you could feel the huge bulge on his crotch from his clothed dick brushing past your skin. your cunt starts to throb as you got more access to his erection, finally letting it spring free of restriction. you gather your spit in your mouth in one spot and lubricate your hands with the viscous liquid to coat his twitching cock with.

carefully gliding your hands up and down, you could feel how it was veiny, big and lengthy that you're already imagining how it would feel once you're clamping around him. guttural moans escape dottore's lips as you pump him with two hands at the same time. fingers sloppily curling around his dick, you were taken aback to hear the harbinger swear under his breath, a low, husky one at that.

naughty noises reverberate inside the room the longer your stroked his girth from the crown down to the shaft. as it stands tall and hard before your body, you hear another order from the doctor. "enough. now, lay down on your stomach and stick your ass up like a slut."

once again obeying like a loyal dog to its master, you follow suit with what he tells you to do. you let go of his twitching cock and slowly let yourself feel familiar with the bedsheets and lay there, butt perked up with hands spreading your folds for the doctor's eyes to feast upon. "good girl." he muses and kneels on the small bed frame, positioning himself from your entrance. he pumps himself a couple times as he guides the tip of his dick right into your seeping wet folds. "you like it?" he kept rubbing the head on your pussy with teasing rhythms much to your dissatisfaction.

starting to wiggle your butt to feel more of his dick and create friction, it makes dottore's lust spike up a lot more. "whore." he sternly says as he finally pushes himself in, to which you mewl a lot from the unfamiliar feeling of being filled insides. "my lord!" you whimper once dottore rewards you with powerful thrusts, skin slapping upon his impact. the grasp he had on the plush of your ass was harsh and tight, making sure his hands would leave imprints as proof of posession of his test subject.

as he maintains a painfully fast tempo of pounding, dottore puts plenty of pressure on your lower back to make your stomach fully lay flat on the hospital bed. once finished with setting your body up like how he wants it, he continues to pounce into you like there was no tomorrow. your walls contract everytime he intrudes your slutty hole, clamping around his cock so they could mold into a shape dottore's dick can only fit in. you grip the sheets for dear life as you feel the tip of his dick kiss your cervix, he was far too deep in you that it made you feel light headed.

it aches, but it feels good as well. it feels rewarding to be fucked stupid by an honorable harbinger, the doctor by that. "satisfying results from extortion, i say. now i have a sex doll solely living to satisfy my lustful tendencies."

he revels in the heavenly sight of your now naked body and tight, wet walls. his crisp cerise eyes flicker from the ass of your cheeks bouncing along with his thrusts to your shameful expressions to which he can see by a mirror's reflection placed in front of your lustful bodies. "look at yourself, look at the pathetic faces you've been making." the doctor says as he leans forward, his gloved dominant hand grabbing ahold of your cheeks. his fingers were enormous in size and slender in shape, you could feel your face crush from his grip alone.

he forces you to open your eyes and look at the body length mirror in front of you, hair messy and unkempt, lips smeared with drool and tears from the way dottore has been treating you. somehow, it all felt good, everything felt good.

"i don't regret the lengths i took just to acquire you in my hands at all." amidst the slapping noises bouncing off the walls, you try your best to comprehend his sentences.

you hum even though you could not understand, "your pretty little cunt, your soft tits, your beautiful face i'd love to paint with buckets of my cum— i want to do it so bad to you."

much to your relief, he finally lets go of your chin to let your head rest on the soft cushions again. the intercourse was starting to get rougher judging from the pace dottore has been going at and the degrading words he's telling you. "i don't think i'll be able to let go of you. i don't think i can even share you with my subordinates or my comrades."

he's still continuing to spew his feelings out like he was an open book for the audience meanwhile you were eager to know more what he thinks of you, "hell, i could even destroy the world for you." your eyes although heavy lidded from the lust clouding your consciousness, they widen into two full moons once you hear the very last sentence.

"my lord . ." you pant heavily as moans of pleasure shortly follow, "i'm ahh— u— unworthy of . . . your protection." his solferino irises narrow, the next thing you know: he grabs a spare necktie strewn across the floor earlier and wraps it around his wrist like a madman. he starts to slap your ass cheeks with it. crisp whipping noises blend in with your endless moans of gratification, tears starting to well up in your eyes.

"when i say something, it's of certainty at all times. don't go backing out on me now, after all, you're mine."

you constantly cry out from the mixed feelings of lechery and pain.

"i own you, right?"

mewls and moans could only be heard as he asked, longing for an affirmation from his test's subjects own mouth.

dottore whips you once again with the neck tie, the part starting to grow sore and shades darker from your skin tone. "yes, my lord! you own me."

what he does next catches you rather off guard once he jackhammers into your pussy, gloved hands getting rid of his beak mask. with a blurry vision, you could just see the cold blood red of his eyes glinting from the white lights reflecting from the mirror— "i showed you my face, do you trust me now?"

you answer willingly as your tongue sticks out in dire need of some sort of hydration and company, "yes my lord."

the doctor hums as he sees you gasping for life, "you look like a pathetic thirsty bitch. here, drink some of these." he whips out several glass vials containing unknown colored liquids from his cabinet within his reach. he unscrews the cap and pours all of it on your face, the sticky liquids clings onto your skin but you desperately lick every droplet to ingest.

he watches you brazenly, gaze anchored at your pretty, fucked up features only. shortly after dottore feels his bliss of release coming to which he picks up the pace and pushes into you in an animalistic speed, biting his lower lip to focus and feed you with all of his pent up seed.

white liquids sprawl out on your lower back as he pulls his dick out, neverending strings of cum pooling on your skin. he lets out a demeaning chuckle and gathers all of his cum with his gloved fingers, proceeding to inch toward you and insert his digits into your wet, sticky mouth. "gobble it all up."

"of course my lord." words muffled from his gloved fingers shoved into your mouth, you gulp it all down like a good sex doll would.

did i just bingeread everything you posted? absolutely. do i regret it. absolutely not. ✨you are an amazing writer!!!💕 And while we’re at it can i request a scenario where Niragi goes crazy and scares his s/o really bad but he gets kinda soft and tries to comfort them later? If that makes sense haha And also a giant thank you for writing in gender neutral!!🥺💕

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Comfort From A Tormentor | Suguru Niragi

{Alice In Borderland Masterlist}

Character(s): Niragi (ft. OC)

Summary: Niragi tries to comfort you, his S/O, after you witnessed his murderous behaviour for the first time

Warnings: toxic relationship, blood, murder, graphic violence, pushy behaviour, reader watches someone being killed, going into shock, panic attack, quite intense trauma, slight abuse of power

Word Count: 2.4k

*reader is gender-neutral

You always knew that Niragi wasn’t the kindness at The Beach, which was quite blatantly obvious. When people heard you guys had gotten together and were now in an established relationship, you had many people express their concerns privately with you, labelling him as an evil and violent character. You always shook it off, because you’d seen nothing of the sort during the time you had spent with him.

The worst you ever saw him say or do was a threat, or a short punch to the ribs as a warning, but even then the victims usually deserved it. You hadn’t experienced one of Niragi’s ‘outbreaks’ that people have discussed with you about. You started to believe it was all rumours to keep you away from him until he lost it one night in front of you, causing you to believe everything you had been told about him.

It was a usual night at The Beach, people parading around the pool and filling their brains and sinuses with alcohol, allowing them to forget their shared hardships for the evening.

You sat in a small booth that was excluded from the rest of the crowd. Your head was leaning on Niragi’s broad shoulder as you watched everyone dance to the blaring music. You felt the bass vibrate through the ground and in your chest, making you excited from the fun atmosphere.

Niragi lifted his hand and pet your head softly. “You okay little mouse?” he checked, bringing his face closer to yours and placing his lips on your cheek. You turned your head towards him and brushed your lips on his. “Yeah, I’m just tired,” you whispered. Niragi smirked and rubbed his hand along your bare leg. “We can go to bed soon, let’s just stay a little longer.”

Niragi shifted underneath you and stood up, making you lean back against the cushioned backrest. “I’m going to get a drink,” he stated bluntly before picking up his rifle from the small table that sat in front of you. “Don’t let anyone touch you otherwise you’ll regret it.”

You felt uneasy at his threat, but you knew if you just listened to him he would never carry through his brutal promises. He wasn’t that hard of a personality to figure out.

You watched as he strolled away towards the bar, leaving you by yourself and cold in the booth. You moved your eyes from him and looked around to everyone else, watching a few people jump into the pool and laugh together. You wished Niragi had less of a important placing at The Beach so he could relax like everyone else instead of constantly having to deal with stupid drunken dickheads causing trouble.

You looked over towards the bar again to see if you could spot Niragi, but couldn’t see him from where you were sitting. You needed to go to the bathroom and you were wondering if you could make it before he returned. You shrugged your shoulders and stood up on your feet to leave. It wouldn’t be that long, and besides if he did some back to you not being there, you were sure he wouldn’t mind. It’s just the bathroom.

You quickly made your way past the few crowds of dancing bodies. The smell of sweat and alcohol filled your nostrils as you pushed through, making your face scrunch up in disgust. No matter how long you spend there, you would never grow used to the party smell.

You made your way to the lobby to get to the bathroom located there. It was a quiet walk and hardly anyone was in the halls. It made you more calm, knowing that no one was around to bring you a hard time.

But unfortunately, you thought too soon. As you arrived at the lobby and were crossing the main lounge area, a young man with jet black hair and blue board shorts stood up from one of the couches. You failed to notice him earlier due to him being hidden behind the backrest.

“Oh hey!” he exclaimed your way excitedly. “I thought you’d come here. I saw you drink a rather large cocktail earlier so I just guessed you’d show up some time soon or later.”

You froze in shock, looking the man up and down with confusion written on your face. “What?”

He shook his head as he slowly made his way over to your frame. “Forget it. I wanted to get you away from your psychotic side piece so I could get a chance with you without being killed.” His smile was a bit too creepy for your liking, bringing an unpleasant tingling feeling up your back.

You stepped back as he attempted to reach out and grab your hand. He slowly recoiled with a frown on his tanned face. You shook your head and hands, denying his movements towards you. “No thanks actually. I’m not interested,” you insisted, turning your back to try and escape into the bathroom.

You felt your heart drop from the sudden grip on your wrist, pulling you back towards the annoying man and into his chest. He lifted your chin so you were looking at him and crashed his lips onto yours.

You panicked, ripping your arm out of his grip and pushing him away from you. He stumbled back a bit before smirking at your angered expression.

“What the fuck was that?!” you screamed at him, wiping his saliva off of your mouth in disgust. “Did no one ever teach you what no means?!”

Before the man could respond, a piercing sound of gunshots rang through the room. You covered your ears and dropped to the ground in fear of being hit. You looked towards the man and saw him crouching as well with a few bullet marks scattering the carpet around him. They barely missed him.

You kept your head down low in case of another load being shot at any moment, but you were grabbed by your upper arm and pulled up roughly after a few short moments. Niragi stood there, angered expression on his face and tightening his grip on your arm. You felt your blood pumping with adrenaline from his movements.

“What the fuck did I tell you?” he hissed into your face, being way too quiet for your liking.

You didn’t know what to say. Your words were trapped in your throat, being held there by the shock of the gunshots and Niragi’s anger towards you.

“I told you to not let anyone touch you. And how hard is it to stay in one place for five minutes?!” His fist moved from your arm to your jaw, holding it tightly so you would face him. Tears were developing in your eyes. You tried to stop them from rolling down your cheeks in fear of angering Niragi more, but the pain throbbing in your jaw made it nothing but more difficult. This wasn’t the Niragi you knew. He’s never laid a violent hand on you before.

“Niragi, stop,” you whimpered out, holding onto his wrist that was hurting you. “It hurts.”

“I don’t care. You deserve to be hurt after not listening to me.” Niragi finally released his grip from your jaw. You dropped to the ground, clutching your face in pain and letting out quiet sobs. The look in his eyes was menacing, making him seem unpredictable. You were terrified, pushing your legs against the carpet to separate yourself from his tall frame.

You watched as he turned away from you and walked towards the young man, who scrambled to his feet to try and run away. But Niragi leaped towards him and grabbed his shoulder before he could do so. He pulled him back harshly onto the ground and placed a boot on his chest, keeping him there. The man struggled until Niragi held the barrel of his gun against his forehead, making the petrified man freeze underneath him.

You watched in horror as he leaned down and pressed harder and harder on his bare chest, making the defenseless man cry out in fear of breaking a rib. “You’ve made a huge mistake my friend,” he growled, sticking his tongue out and showing off his piercing. “You dare touch what’s mine, you suffer the consequences.”

You leant up against the concrete wall, feeling too weak and in shock to stand up. You cried and screamed as you watched Niragi stamp his foot incredibly harshly on the man’s head several times. Blood poured down the side of his face and he put his hands up in defense, which deemed useless against Niragi’s strength. Niragi didn’t stop, moving his aim from the man’s face to his chest, hands, stomach, groin and thighs. His screams of pain and suffering echoed around the room, ringing in your ears and making your heart ache. Yes, he did attempt to force himself onto you, but hearing another human screeching out for help when you could do nothing was one of the most painful things you could ever inflict on an empath such as yourself.

You shook violently and covered your eyes with your hands, not wanting to see anymore. You wanted to disappear, to evaporate into the wind. You wanted to wake up back at home, in your safe warm bed from before the Borderland. You felt sick from the contrasting differences between the world in your head and the one you were physically in. Why couldn’t you just fade away?

You felt a presence in front of your shivering form, and you slowly peeled away your hands to reveal the abuser in front of you, looking into your eyes worryingly. Your stomach dropped from catching a glimpse of the blood splattered lightly across his attractive features. You felt nausea building in your stomach, making you want to throw up.

“Baby? What’s wrong?” Niragi lifted a hand and tried to place it on your cheek, but you flinched away violently and screamed as you crawled onto your hands and knees, attempting to quickly escape him. It was deemed almost impossible to do considering the emotional state you were in at that moment. You just watched your lover beat a man until the light left his eyes, you weren’t going to recover from the shock quickly.

You cried as he grabbed your ankle and roughly pulled you back. You struggled against his grip and tried to shake his hands off of your shoulders and waist desperately. You were terrified that he was going to hurt you, beat you until you were dead just like his other victim.

“Baby! Why are you so scared?! Hold still!” Niragi cried, attempting to hold your thrashing body against his to quiet you down. He was feeling desperate and helpless, what was happening to you? You’ve never done this before. He thought maybe you were in shock and thinking that he was the man trying to force himself on you.

“Y/N! It’s me! I’m here, you’re okay!” he cried in a frightened tone. He managed to pull you roughly by your waist into his lap and held the back of your head against his chest area. He began to shake himself, being so worried about your emotional state. He felt you suddenly stop struggling in his arms, hearing your soft sobs of fear against his shirt.

“What’s going on baby? You’re scaring me,” he groaned into your neck. You shivered against him, feeling too weak to even push yourself from his chest. You could do nothing but sit in his lap, terrified of the man who was attempting to comfort you.

“It’s okay. He’s gone now. He can’t hurt you anymore,” he cooed, stroking your hair in an attempt to calm your rapid breathing. He let out a shaky breath, being on the verge of tears. He felt his heart rapidly pumping in his chest, thumping against his ribcage. He was at least comforted at the fact that you were back in his arms, away from everyone and everything that wanted to separate you from him.

He leaned his head back and looked at your face tucked into his chest. He saw your tight hands scrunching his black and white button-up into themselves, making him feel soft at how vulnerable and small you looked.

“It’s okay baby. I’ve got you. I’ll always protect you.”

You tried to level your breathing, listening to Niragi’s heartbeat to focus on something else other than the fact that he had just murdered someone in front of you.

Everything everyone had said was true. Niragi was purely an evil person, filled to the brim with violence and murderous impulses. You repented your doubts so badly, wishing that you had listened. But you chose to give him a chance to be a good person for once in his life, and he threw it out the window. Only now, you couldn’t escape him. You had to now live with being the object of a murderer’s desires.

You felt Niragi snake his arms underneath your knees and shoulders gently, standing up from the ground with you in his arms. You clutched onto him from around his neck, tears still slowly travelling down your face.

“Let’s get you to bed, hmm? My little baby must be so tired after all that.”

‘After all that’. He said it like it was nothing more than a bad day. Your boyfriend just killed someone in front of you and then just forced you back into his arms. This wasn’t a bad day, it was a traumatic experience that would stay with you for the rest of your life, remembering every detail and image of the event vividly.

“Niragi,” you mumbled. He glanced down to your weak frame, face going soft from the tired expression across your features. “Shh, don’t speak. Just go to sleep. I promise I’ll be here when you wake up.” He leaned down and placed a tender kiss to the top of your head.

You didn’t want him to be there when you woke. In fact, you didn’t want to wake up at all. You felt miserable and defenseless in his arms, wishing for nothing more than to wake up and for it to be all some horrific dream.

But you didn’t wake up, because it was your reality. Niragi’s delusional, obsessive and abusive mindset was nothing new anymore, it was normal everyday life for you from then on.

Frozen

✂ Pairing: Yandere! Il Dottore x Female! Reader

✂ Word Count: 1,1k+

✂ Warnings: -

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Listen, I’m VERY much obsessed with Necro no Hanayome and I could write million stories about it. So if you’ve listened to it, then y’know what’s this story gonna be. Three things you gotta know tho: idk much about Dottore, the lore as a whole, and if someone has written this idea before. But I just wanna experiment (heh) with him first.

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