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Prisoner (Mizu x Chubby Reader)

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Mizu had spent all her life on a journey for revenge. After reconnecting with her mother, she is brought into a new situation. Though when the outcome is being the bodyguard of a soft, selfless woman. What is a samurai to do?

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Hi guys, I'm back at it again. I recently watched Blue Eye Samurai and felt my heart break for Mizu. She needs someone to care for her and stay by her side. So this is my heart felt blanket to wrap her in. Hope you enjoy.

Side note, Mizu is referred to male and female. Until the reveal that is.

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After being reunited with her mother. A feat that she never would have dreamed of. Mizu hopes had soared. This was the start of something new. A way to give up her old life of revenge. To move forward and be happy. If only she knew how short that laughable notion would last.

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A foreboding sensation crept down her spine. Following her mother down the dark alleyway, her eyes couldn't stop darting back and forth. She hadn't been in this town long, but knew that they were in the seedier part. The occasional person would be slumped against a random wall. Though she never stopped long enough to see if they're chest was still moving. It wouldn't do to involve herself in something right now. She needed to keep up with the surprisingly fast older woman.

Another movement out of the corner of her gaze caught her attention. Long enough for her to collide into her mother. The woman scowled up at her. But her expression quickly softened as she brushed herself off.

Patting the younger woman's arm, she gave a thin withered smile. “It's not much further.” Continuing forward, she knew her daughter would follow.

True to her word, after a few more turns she stopped. It was a larger building than most of the others in the area. Still not in the best shape, but a proper structure. It didn't have any obvious signs of what may be inside. Which was odd for a building of this size.

That was until a man was thrown out the front entrace. He was short, his bones showing prominently through his skin. He had the same far off look on his face that her mother had after lighting her pipe. It was a an expression she had grown wearily used to.

A hard visage took over Mizu's face. Of course, when did anything urgent not involve her addiction. Facing her mother, the irritation only deepened. She didn't even attempt to look apologetic. Instead turning to the other man.

He was muscled, as wide as he was tall. And as she looked up at him, that seemed a feat. He glared down at the pair of them.

Her mother was quick to scramble over. “We have an appointment with the master of the den.”

He grunted, but moved the curtain aside. Stepping into the front room, they were met with a billow of smoke. It wasn't enough to cover the room, still noticeable all the same. She had to refrain from covering her nose. Without the knowledge of why her mother brought her here. She did know that annoying their host wouldn't be a good thing. Especially if her suspicious of what this place could be was correct.

The man led them up a flight of stairs and down a hall. All of the doors were closed, yet the same acrid smell wafted from them. Coming to the last door, she was quick to size up the man standing guard. He wasn't as tall as the first. Though muscled all the same. After a few whispered words, he allowed them to pass.

The room was smaller than she expected. But was well furnished to make up for the fact. Many brightly colored banners lined the walls. Depictions of flowing landscapes and floral arrangements were an odd decor choice. You would think that the boss of an opium den would want to display power. Not the softer, more delicate things in life.

He sat behind a solid looking desk. It was free of clutter and meticulously organized. The man was smaller than the others he employed. The hunch in his posture revealed a life of hardship.

Though this did nothing to to sway Mizu. She wanted out of this place as quickly as possible. It was not a wonder to her why her mother was being so secretive. The only question on her mind was why the woman brought her along.

Gesturing to the chairs before him, the man spoke. “I assume you're here to settle your debt. I can't help but notice that you have brought along someone.” Leaning forward, a slight smile slid onto his face. Eyes taking in the younger person, pausing at the sword on their side. “That's not supposed to be a threat towards me is it?”

A shifting sound was obvious outside of the door. A promise of violence to come, if this man saw fit.

Quickly sitting in one of the chair, her mother glared when she didn't follow. As much as she hated the loss of a tactical advantage. She didn't want to make an enemy out of this man in his home turf. Sitting down, she tried her best to split her attention between the man and door.

Shaking her head at the man, the older woman smiled brightly. “No, I would never dishonor you my lord. I come with a payment and propositions." Scooting forwards, she lowered her voice. “I have heard hearsay of your daughter needing protection. My son is an excellent swordsman that has taken care of many clients. They are just the person for the job.” She sat back proud of the solution that she had laid out. Perhaps this could curry her enough favor for a line of credit.

Not realizing the holes that were being bored into the side of her head, by her daughter. Hot anger course through her. Would she ever stop being a commodity to her mother. They had only just reunited. Yet she was shoving her off somewhere else to suit her needs.

Needing a moment to calm herself, she turns her gaze on the man. He met it steadily, seeming to consider the offer.

Narrowing his eyes he scowled. “You are confident in your skill?” His calculating gaze shifted to the mother as she nodded. “And you are willing to vouch for him?”

Smile widening the woman nodded feverishly. Glad that her half cocked plan was working out.

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Their first meeting was as tense as expected. Mizu stood next to your father. Silent as he explained how he had hired them to be your bodyguard. You looked down at the ground, only glancing up for introductions.

Your tone was soft and sweet as morning dew. Just as your plush body was. It was a stark difference to the hardness in your eyes. Though it was this that made her curious.

Dismissing the both of you, she followed you down the hall. It was a grand home. More rooms than your family needed. That is, if you weren't also housing the people from your father's business. It was easy to tell the difference between the household staff and the others.

Especially when it came to your interactions with them. You were always kind and gentle with your words. Until you were met with someone from the trade. A steel mask would slide onto your face in a moment. That didn't stop their attempts all the same. Many of the men would approach you with salacious smiles. But between your coldness and the hand resting on Mizu's blade. They never tended to linger.

Your relationship was a bit different. You weren't aware of his full situation. But your father rarely came by things in an honest or legal way. So it was hard to judge to harshly about why this man was chosen.

In a way, it had actually brightened your life. You had an easier time traveling the estate. Making your expected rounds, you found yourself enjoying the company. Even if it was usually a silent presence, it was still comfortable.

Your time spent painting was especially lovely. Most people would talk your ear off. What are you making? When will you finish? Is this really how you want to spend your time? It always seeped the joy out of the activity. Not with Mizu, he just watched patiently. It was nice to see him admire the pieces as you worked on them.

It was one of the days that realization came to her. “Are you the one who did the painting in his office?” It came out as more of an accusation than a question. Causing her to internally cringe.

Without turning a sad smile settled onto your face. “Some of them. My mother is the one who taught me.” Pausing you faced him. “So he decided to put them up in his office. He says they help bring brightness to a dark place.” Your smile had thinned by the end of your explanation.

Nodding at the turn in the conversation, she looked back at the canvas. “They are beautiful pieces.” She was afraid she had spoken out of turn. Until a soft smile graced your full face. An action that had her stomach flutter.

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She had been a bit surprised to find out that your father wasn't expecting you to marry. It was a much less traditional way for a family to lean. But after seeing his attachment to you. One of the only reminders of his dead wife. It was hard to argue with his logic.

The day she met your brother cemented the sentiment. He was everything you weren't. Cold and ruthless, as large and muscled as your father's hired hands. You were so gentle and soft. It was a shock to see you near each other.

He was often away to tend to business. Leaving his wife and son at the house. Though it seem that she prefered his absence as much as you did. You stepped in as a helping hand, as you often did.

Even if the family had lost your mother. They did not go without a matriarch. You easily stepped into the responsibility of such. Your motherly nature and grace was something Mizu admire. It was as if you were everything she lacked in femininity. She thought it would be something she might envy. But as she watched you play with your nephew. A feeling of warmth filling her cheeks was the only reaction.

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This hadn't been the first time she had caught you sneaking out. You often carried a few painted scrolls to the night market. Her following in your shadow. You were decent, but she had the experience of someone who could die if found out. Her past had been hard, but it had shaped her into a weapon.

You would peddle your wares and head back home. So she felt no reason to take away the only independent thing you did. Even noticing the repeat customers you had. Always refusing their coins, while you pushed a few extra back into their palms. It hadn't escaped her noticed what you were doing. It made her shake her head. How lucky did she have to be to meet such a selfless person. You were a goddess among mortals.

But your peaceful nights out didn't last. She had followed you back like any other outing. Only to get distracted by a hair clip. It looked so much like the cherry blossoms you often painted. You would always jest that you would be a master painter. If you could capture the beauty of the tree outside your window. They were your mother's pride and joy. Just like her memory, you nurtured and loved them.

As she approached the stall, she heard a scream. It was a woman, that much she was sure of. Sprinting towards the sound, she hoped that her gut was wrong. Heart pounding, she raced through the streets. Not concerned with what damage she may cause. Knowing that you weren't involved was her only concern. But she was wrong to get her hopes up.

Tossed to the ground, your kimono hanging from one shoulder, torn. Your face was red and your gaze steely. Glaring at the two men in front of you, you spat on the ground. A thick glob of red saliva landed near their feet. "That's all I have. Take it and leave me be.”

The smaller of the two nodded and began to turn. Stopping when the taller man rested a hand on his shoulder. “Maybe it's not just money we’re after.” His other hand reaching down.

Having assessed the situation well enough, she rushed forward. Her blade made quick work of the two fingers closes to you. They all looked in her direction. The two men sneering and you admiring awe.

Tears of helpless gratitude shown in your eyes. Scrambling towards her, you were nearly grasped by the injured man. Tucking you behind her, she glared at the men. Challenging them make a move.

The smaller man shook as he stood before the swordsman. He recognized a skilled opponent when they were in front of him. Eyeing the man beside him, he cringed. It would have been hard to tear his brother away from a lady as fine as yourself before. But add an injured body and ego on top of that. He didn't like his chances of getting him out of here alive. That didn't mean he wouldn’t try. “Apologies sir. We didn't realize the lady was your’s.” He bowed his head low, tugging on his brother’s sleeve.

The other man grunted in pain. Staring down the samurai, he seethe.

Shaking her head, Mizu glanced down at you. She could feel your grip tighten when he claim you belong to her. Yet another example of you having no say. She wanted that to change. For her to be the reason for your freedom. “She belongs to no one, but herself.”

Widen moist eyes shot towards him. Did he really believe that? You had never heard a man say such a thing. Waves of warmth spread through you at the statement. Shifting your plush body a bit closer to him, you spoke softly. “We should go. The night watchmen could get suspicious soon.” If they changed shifts before the two of you get back, it could spell disaster.

Nodding, she turned to leave the pathetic men. Not noticing the glint in the larger man's uninjured hand. The sting of the blade seared across her back. In an instance she reacted. Tossing you away, as her blade caught his throat. Falling to his knees he gurgled. Reaching towards the smaller man, not realizing that he was already speeding off. His own brother, leaving him to bleed out in the street. His last glimpse of his attacker being pulled away by an angel.

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Climbing through your window was hard enough on your own. Throw a wounded bodyguard into the mix. Let's just say you were hoping your luck didn't run out. Setting him against the wall, you went to fetch some water.

Taking this lull in the night to calm your racing heart. It wouldn't do to be caught out so late, especially flustered. It was quick work heading to the kitchen and back. This late in the evening people rarely roamed the halls.

Shutting the door behind yourself, you faced him. Surprised to see his bright gaze was already on you. You had always found his eyes intimidating, yet alluring. They burned with an intensity that you yearned to learn of.

Shaking the thoughts from your mind you went to work. Only to be promptly halted. He wouldn't allow you to undress him. You quickly became frustrated. “I need to see the wound to clean it.”

“It's fine.” Attempting to stand, he shifted back to a seated position, groaning. Narrowing his eyes, he sighed heavily. Allowing the top to slid down her shoulders? Oh! She folded in on herself as she felt your gaze burn into her body.

Soft fingers slid along her skin, warm and delicate. Just how she thought your touch would feel. It helped relieve some of the tension. Silently the wet cloth was dabbed against her wound. Pressed into the mared skin with care. Thankfully it wasn't to deep, so a wrap would do.

Finishing up, you couldn't help the sad look lingering in your eyes. “I understand. The life of a woman comes with many choices. Most of them not for us to make.” You slipped the sleeves back up her strong shoulders. Trying not to let your touch linger to long. Even if you longed to feel her skin, if only for a moment more. “I have been fortunate in some ways. My life has offered me more opportunities than I can recall. While I stay within this house that is.” Emptying the red tinged water out of your window, you sighed.

Her brows knitted together in confusion. “Why not escape. You have left multiple nights, helping others. Yet you always return.” She was surprised when you sat in front of her. Grasping her hands with your own. If she could bottle your warmth, she would never shiver again.

Your gaze softened, while your resolve hardened. “It's not that simple. I have so many that rely on me. Not just this household, but the citizens of this village. I refuse to turn my back on them.” You tightened your hold on her hands. “Any of them.”

She became overwhelmed with emotions. If she thought you made her warm before, she was burning up now. Grappling with her racing heart and fluttering stomach. She made a rash decision. Leaning forward, she tentatively brought her lips to yours.

They were as luscious as she imagined. Molding with hers like a dream. So supple, though not as plush as your thighs settling in her lap. You cupped her face with a gentleness that she knew she didn't deserve. It was as if she'd died and been given a glorious afterlife. One were she could wrap herself within your euphoria.

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As you two lie, limbs tangled together in an exhausted heap. She smiles down at your bare sleeping form. Plush body fitting against her own like a puzzle piece. It was pure and made all her worries melt away.

In this moment, your warmth seeping into her. She knows that her mission for revenge was over. Staying by your side and protecting you was what she was made for. Taking care of the person who always put others first. It had become her sworn duty and she wouldn't want it any other way. Especially knowing that you would stay by her side.

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New Future Weapon (Mutant Wesker x Chubby Reader)

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Wesker had never been a man to let limitations stop him. Not even his humanity. So when sweet reader is such a good employee. What is such a powerful man to do, but take advantage of his position.

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Hi guys, I'm back at it again. I recently rewatched all of the live action Resident Evil movies. I knew I had to write something for some of the characters. Let's just say Wesker wormed his way into my head and wouldn't leave. So now I have this. Hope you enjoy.

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He had been to ambitious. A feat he would have never considered before. Taken things to far. Turning his body into a weapon at the cost of his own humanity. It had been a risk and he was paying for it.

So he had opted to hiding his new form. Projecting a hologram of his former self. Never leaving his office or chancing someone glimpsing him.

It made his stomach burn with hatred. He had wanted to be in control so badly. That he had lost himself in the process. It was maddening and sickening all at once. He had all but smashed any surface that may reflect his new body. Staring down at the bloody slashes in his hands. Relishing in how the stinging pain and crimson liquid gave him a whisper of humanity. Until the wounds began to stitch themselves back together and remind him. He was a monster and would stay that way.

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His work was interupted by an odd shuffling. It had been weeks since the last person was allowed in his office. Now his only source of human interaction was through the Umbrella security cameras. It not as if he was ever the most social man, but he did miss physical contact every once and a while. Even if that contact was only to rip someone limb from limb.

Peering around the door from his living area, he glared towards his desk. Most called him a workaholic for living in a room attached to his office. While he called it efficient. It was especially fortunate with his current set of circumstances.

What he saw was especially surprising. There you were, shuffling through a filing cabinet against the wall. You were what he would consider a special case. A bit clumsy and naive. But an all around great worker. He had met you before becoming the creature he was now. You had barely met his gaze and fidgeted in place. Something he would usually find annoying. With you though it was endearing. Watching your soft hands clutch a stack of files. It would make his gaze linger a bit to long.

His gaze had a habit of following you. Thankful for his practice of wearing sunglasses everywhere. And his transformation hadn't stopped the trend. If you were in the building, one of the security cameras was trained on you. Tracking your every step. How you had made it into his office without him noticing was a mystery.

Now he had a dilemma on his hands. His fingers twitched as thoughts of how your plush skin would feel against them. But did he risk you seeing him? He struggled with the decision for a few moments. That is until a deliciously devious thought entered his mind. Why shouldn't he keep you here. Make you his personal assistant of sorts. His heart thrumed at the idea. Yes that would do nicely.

In a mere second he was behind you. Trapping you between him and the filing cabinet. “What a wonderful coincidence. You're just the person I wanted to speak with.” He could feeling you tremble under him. It was an exhilaration feeling. To think he could have had this all along.

You pinched your eyes shut tightly. Maybe if you hoped hard enough he would disappear. As his hot breath continued to fan over the back of your neck. You knew there was no way out of this. Turning towards him, your eyes widened. He had definitely changed since your last meeting.

He had to be at least two heads taller. He was wider too. Seeming to have doubled if not tripled his muscle mass. And you could have sworn that there was something flicking behind him. As you squinted for a better look, he shifted his face back into your veiw. Even his eyes seemed to glow behind his usual shades.

Still it would do to quietly shake in front of him. “Why would that be, Sir?”

He saviors the authority he held over you. The way the title slid off your tounge. It made a shock run down the length of his spine. “I've suddenly found myself in need of a personal assistant. Your performance has led me to believe you are the perfect candidate.” A feral grin took over his expression.

You gave a slow shake of your head at the suggestion. But stopped as his brow furrowed. “I don't mean any disrespect Sir. I'm just not sure that my superior would be happy with that. I don't want to become a burden on the company by switching departments.” While you may be telling the ‘truth’. You weren't sure what your chances of survival would be under a man like Wesker.

His face smoothed at the admission. Yet another example of your wonderful work ethic. Placing a hand on your shoulder, he gave a firm squeeze. “I'm sure they'll make an exception for me.” He would make sure of that. Even if he had to pry your transfer from their cold lifeless hands.

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This was the start of your ‘professional’ partnership with Wesker. You were under his constant vigilent watch. His work production had taken a hit from it. But who would be the one to question him. To get in his way? No one. He had made sure of that.

Though that didn’t stop the occasional intrusion. Something that he was growing weary of. It had made the virus within him burn. An almost unbearable heat to stoke inside his blood. Coaxing him to further the mutation that brewed internally. Something that he had you assist with.

You were so easy to guide. It was a pity he hadn't realized your potential before now. But he had you and he wouldn't let you go.

Glancing at you from behind tinted lenses. He couldn't help the smirk that shifted onto his face. Your face scrunched in concentration as you typed away. No mattered what you did it seemed to enamore him. You had an enchanting beguiling pull he had never experienced before.

You turned to ask a question and was startled to notice him already facing you. “Um, Sir, I need verification to access this file.” You shifted nervously in your seat as he stared.

Nodding, he turned to his own computer. Granting you access without a second thought. It was so nice to pass along the tedious side of this job to someone else. Yes, you were an asset that he would take full advantage of.

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His head was pounding. Another migraine caused by the virus. It pulsed through his body and attempted to control him. Falling to his knees, he clutched his head.

Startled at the sudden sound. You cautiously made your way towards the noise. Peeking into Wesker's private residence you paused. He was slumped on his knees. His hands, which were more tentacle like these day, grabbed at his head.

You hesitated to move forward. This was the man that had turned your life upside down. Why should you give him your sympathy. But as he whined in pain. You couldn't help the way your heart lurched. Shuffling to the nearby bathroom, you wet a rag with cool water.

You warily made your way to his side. Placing a hand on his shoulder, you tensed. When he didn't have a adverse reaction, you knelt beside him. Pressing the cold cloth to his forehead, he relaxed immediately. Sagging into your soft body. He wrapped his larger form around you. Taking in any comfort you would give him. No words were exchanged, they didn't need to be.

It was this small act of kindness that seemed to shift your relationship into a new direction.

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After that day it seemed that the pair of you had changed. He would be more considerate of you. Bringing you coffee in the morning. Asking you about your day. Treating you like a person rather than a belonging.

Where you had become compassionate. Not brushing away his new affection. Helping him through his spells of anguish. The virus had taken a toll on his body. Even as he stopped his attempts at furthering the mutation. That didn't stop the effects that his experiments had done. You had even taken to staying in his office. It was after a particularly horrible night.

You had held him in your lap as shakes would taken over him from time to time. He couldn't keep anything down. Anytime you offered to go get help, he would cling to you. In shuddery breaths he would say that he only needed you. You were the only thing that help him, made him feel human again.

So a second bed was quickly added to the makeshift apartment. You were allowed as much space as you wanted. But you didn't have much. Only a few personal affects and most of it could fit in a couple of suitcases.

It seemed as if you were become more personal than an assistant.

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Alarms were blaring and lights were flashing. It ripped the both of you from your slumber. You had just manage to raise yourself into a sitting position. When Wesker sprinted into the room. Hovering over you, he check that you were OK. Shocked by his sudden appearance and bit of man handling, you gasped.

Shooing him away, you attempted to shout over the noise. “We need to evacuate. There's no telling what could have set that off.”

He nodded, but stayed rooted to your side. Shaking your head, you gathered anything that could be important. Pushing him towards his own room, you helped him move along quickly. It took longer than you would have liked. But it was hard to hurry a giant mutant man as he straped weapons to his body.

Darting through the facilty you made your way up to the evacuation zone. It was suspicious how there were no other people in the halls. Until you came across the elevators. Piles of unmoving bodies blocked the doors. There was no obvious signs of death. It looked as if they dropped where they were standing.

Shaking your head you looked towards him. His glowing eyes narrowed at the corpses. “Never would have trusted them anyways. Stairs are much more reliable.” Wrapping his large hand around your plush waist, he guided you away.

The silence that followed was tense. Only your slight pants filled the air. By the seventh flight of stairs you couldn't take it.

Stopping in your trek, you glared at him. “That's all you could think about? How dangerous the elevators could be. Not all of those lives lost?” As the words let your mouth they felt vile. Like something you had wanted to purge yourself from for a while.

He looked back at you, his stance taut. Brow pinch in annoyance, he frowned. “No I was thinking about the fasted way out of here. A route that would keep both of us safe.”

Reaching for you, he was surprised when you stepped back. Bringing his hand back to his side, his fist clenched. Look, I'm in the dark just as much as you are in this situation. If I had any idea that this would happen. We would have left long before now.”

Your expression became more heated. “And that's the point. Your concerned is about yourself. Not all of the bodies that are left in Umbrella's path.”

His shock was palpable. Where was this coming from? He had never seen you this passionate before. He was in awe of this side of you. Though that didn't stop his indignation at the situation. “I want to get both of us out of here safely as quickly as possible. We can't do anything for those people now.”

Stepping forward, he grabbed you quickly. Hefting you onto his shoulder, he squeezed your soft body tightly. Digging his fingers into the fat of your thigh. You squirmed as he sprinted up the stairs. “And if I'm not mistaken, we're employed by the same company.” He was to preoccupied to see the guilty look that came over your face.

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Reaching the top floor, he set you down gently. He trusted you to stay with him, even if it may be a bit reluctant. That didn't stop him from wrapping an arm around your plush waist. He soaked up your warmth, but didn't force you to stay in his embrace. There was a part of you that chastised yourself for not pulling away. While the logical part argued that it was safer to stay close.

The sign for the exit shuttles loomed ahead. Hearing a familiar voice you sprinted forward. Only to realize your mistake a moment to late. There stood Caleb, your coworker, though not through Umbrella.

He started to cross the room towards you. “(Y/N), thank God. I was worried that you got taken out too.” His eyes glossed over in tears as he came closer. “I can't believe what they did. How did you survive?” He skidded to a halt as Wesker cleared the corner into the room.

You immediately put yourself between them. Sending a sharp look the mutants way, you said. “Don't even think about starting something.” Shifting your gaze to the other man, you frowned. “Explain what happened here.”

Wide eyes darted between you and the much taller man. “Wwwe didn't know how to infiltrate. Especially after we couldn't get any more information from you.” Giving you a hard look, the glassiness of his eyes increased. “We thought you were found out. Tortured and killed for all we knew. So we decided to go through with it. Break in and grab whatever information we could.” He became silent after that. Wringing his hands, a habit he had since childhood. One that you knew meant something went wrong.

Hearing a shuffle behind you, your head turns quickly. Wesker was reaching into his coat. Placing a firm hand on his arm, you shook your head. Frowning he lowered the hand. You gave him a meaningful look. “It's important to gather what data while we can.” He reluctantly nodded and you faced the other man, nodding for him to continue.

His wringing became more frantic. “We tried to stop him. Frank that is. You remember him right. He was the type to always charge in.” He glared at the floor, then looked at you angrily. “Well it turned out he only rushed in to gain something. When he found the antidote he went crazy. Started shooting everyone and rushed out of the room. It set off some kind of alarms and a bunch of people started dropping. I was luck though. Still up here on the cameras.”

You went to step forward. To comfort your friend, but a hand stopped you. It was firm and large, holding you in place. Glancing back, you noticed he didn't take his eyes off the smaller man. Turning you noticed that his hands held a gun now. His hands trembled as he grasped it. Then he pointed it in your direction.

“You know this never would have happened if it wasn't for you. If you had done what you were supposed to do. We could have taken down Umbrella. But no, you had to get attached to this fucking monster.” Spit flew from his mouth as he screamed at you.

You wished you could argue with him. But deep down you knew he had a point. Still that didn't mean you stopped Wesker from lashing out at him. Tearing him apart and making sure there was no chance of survival.

As you stepped on the train car, you knew that his gaze was on you. That the both of you had some things to explain and work through. And you would, because in a way you were stuck with each other. But there wasn't any other way either of you would want it.

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submissive in the way a livestock guardian dog is submissive to the sheep it kills wolves for

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Believer (Gargoyle Risotto x Chubby Reader)

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When an accusation from the insurance company brings you to the Cathedral. What are you to do between appraising items. Maybe the gentleman of a guardian can help with your boredom. It doesn't hurt that he such a strapping Gargoyle.

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Hi guys, I'm back at it again. Here with the wonderful form of Gargoyle Risotto. I've wanted to write him as a mythical being for a while. And Gargoyle seemed to fit really well.

Anyways, hope you enjoy.

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You walked through the ornate doors of the Cathedral at a brisk pace. You would have like to take your time. Enjoy yourself by studying the intricate detail of the structure. But you're guide had other plans in mind. You would think a man with such colorful hair would be a bit more laid back. Diavolo was anything but.

“Can you believe that an insurance company would demand such a thing. To threaten to drop a place of worship if we didn't bring in an appraiser. The sheer disrespect.” He glared ahead of himself. If only he could get his hands around that peppy agent's neck. He would squeeze with all his strength and watch the life drain from their eyes. Picking up his pace, he tried to push the thought from his mind. A small grin settled on his face as he watched you try to keep pace. At least he had a new bit of entertainment. Looking you over, his eyes lingered on the way your clothes draped over your soft body. He may have to make it a habit to check on your work from time to time.

You managed to keep your eyes from rolling. “I've had a few cases that were similar. They're just making sure anything you claim is accounted for.” Though you wouldn't mention that most companies did this with the more difficult customers. It made you wonder what kind of issues they had had with this man.

He huffed and carried on to the backrooms. “That may be, but it was unwarranted all the same.” Coming to the large storeroom, he fished the keys from his pocket. “It's not very organized. I'm sure you can handle it.” His eyes lingered on you for a bit longer than was professional. Unlocking the door he swung it open.

You were in awe at the sheer amount of items held in the room. A few older looking scrolls were set up on a stand. Some embossed cups sit on a nearby shelf. Glancing around it seemed there were many shelves. Full of boxes, all various shapes and sizes. Even with the sheer amount of work that had been placed on you. You couldn't help the fire that blazed in your veins. This was your bread and butter. As an appraiser that specialized in historical items. It wasn't everyday that you happened across such a collection.

He wanted to sneer at the obvious spark in your eyes. This type of work was far beneath him. Good thing there were people to take care of what he despises. “I'll leave you to it.” With that he swiftly left you to the dirty work. Deciding that a visit with the night watchmen was in order.

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Risotto crouched upon his usual perch and surveyed the horizon. He wanted to enjoy a moment of peace before Diavolo came up. He had been surprised at your arrival. Sure he had heard the other man screaming into the phone last week. But that didn't mean he shared the details with a creature like him. It didn't take his superior hearing to know what the uptight man says about the Gargoyle. It was no mystery that the man found all other beneath. How he could call himself a man of God was beyond Risotto's comprehension.

The clomping of his overly expensive Italian loafer echo as he made his way to the second floor. Swinging open the closest window to the Gargoyle he clenched his jaw. He never like interacting with the beast. “I need you to keep an eye on our new guest. Make sure they don't happen to lose any of our precious relics."

He could practically hear the frown in his voice. All the same he nodded, yet didn't take his gaze off the skyline. A small smile graced his lips as the other man slammed the window shut. He may not have authority over him. That made it all the sweeter when he was able to get under his skin.

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You jolted a bit as a knock rang out in the storeroom. Glancing at your watch you were surprised to see the late hour. Not expecting any visitors, you were slightly cautious when answering. Calling out that it was open you were relieved to see it wasn't your guide. There was just something not quite right about that man. His very presence set you on edge.

What you didn't expect was a large Gargoyle to walk through the door. He was huge, taller than your half Orc neighbor by nearly a head. His wings were pinned to his back, though you had no doubt they were large. His grey tinted skin was smooth. While his ruby colored eyes shimmered beautifully in the low light of the room. His Gothic style of clothing allowed for a clear veiw of his toned muscled body. A small smile graced you at the jester hat that sat on top of his head. The odd engraved letters gave his imposing figure a whimsical sort of vibe. “Hi, can I help you with anything?”

He had come to introduce himself. Hoping that his presence would be enough to easily keep you from stealing. But the moment his gaze landed on you, his breath hitch. When he pictured an appraiser, you would have never crossed his mind. So soft and pliable looking. He had expected a balding man that looked as if a strong breeze could knock them over. Here was a being that he didn't even realize would have his fantasies fulfilled. One that didn't look at him in fear, but intrigued. Genuine excitement took over your expression as you gazed up at him. His own eyes shifted to the floor as he composed himself. “I wanted to introduce myself. I'm Risotto the night guard.”

Your eyes light up at the mention of his position. “Oh, that's right. He did say there would be someone else here.” You held your hand out and smiled brightly. “I'm (Y/N), it's great to meet you. To be honest I was a little intimidated to be spending nights here. Though with a Gargoyle as the guard. I don't have to worry about that anymore."

He clasped his hand around yours. Taking a moment to enjoy your pillowy warmth. Admiring the sheer difference in size between the two. It was a nice distraction to calm himself. You just seemed to send surprise after surprise his way. You were actually looking forward to his presence? That was odd enough for the other mythical races. For a human to feel that way, he had never encountered it before. “I'm honored you feel that way. If you don't mind me asking. Why are you doing this in the night? Wouldn't it be more convenient to work during the day?”

You let out a laugh at the question. It seemed to follow you on any late evening jobs. “Not really. My work is done best in silence. Being able to focus on the intricate details. That's were my skills come into play. You would be surprised how many appraiser prefer later hours.” You looked over at him and couldn't help marveling at the elaborate make up of his body. Your gaze returned to his face. Noticing his lips had suddenly turned down.

He had taken your words as a sign to leave. Turning away, he made for the door. “I'll leave you to it then.” He was startled to feel a soft hand on his arm.

“Wait, I uh, could use your help.” You nervously gripped his arm. You were enjoying his presence and didn't want to see him go. Plus Gargoyles usually stay at the same post most of their lives. Bound to protect and serve the location. He could be a great boon to working through this collection. Staring up at his chiseled feature you blinked slowly. If he didn't become a distraction that is. Wetting your lips, you tried to ignore the way his eyes followed the action. “If you're willing to that is.”

Focusing on your heavenly face, he nodded. “I'll do what I can.”

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This started a comfortable partnership. You had questions and he had answers. A match made in heaven. If not filled with some lingering tension. The both of you happening to miss each other gaze resting upon you. That didn't mean that it wasn't a pleasant relationship. Much more enjoyable that any second you had to spend with Diavolo. That man could really wear down on your nerves.

As you finished up on a beautiful bottle. The hand carved figure of Mother Mary set in the bottom was immaculate. He burst into the storeroom, causing the antique to almost slip from your grip. Breathing a sigh of relief at the near accident, you look over at him. He had a deep frown set into his expression. You knew this look, it meant you would be talked at until he was through complaining. It seemed more often than not he would end his day with this sort of thing.

As he launch into his complaints you stared. It still amazed you that he was the Church Administrator. You thought he was only a go between, maybe an advisor. But no, he was a main Pillar of the Church itself. To think that this man was the one that held so many responsibilities for the Cathedral. It made you want to scoff. They should give the position to someone more capable.

This made your thoughts shift over to Risotto. He was responsible and kind. One might judge him as being standoff or angry. If you had one conversation with him though. You would realize that he only thought over his words carefully. Taking his time to come up with what he found was the appropriate answer. A contemplated man with a gentle heart. Your thoughts honestly seemed to slip to him often. The more time you spent together, the more he lingered in your mind.

“I mean the gall on that pompous little Deacon.” His gaze shifted to you. Surprised to see a glazed over look in your eyes. His tone dropped into something a bit more commanding. “Are you even listening to me?” When this had no immediate effect on you he frowned. Bringing his hand in front of your face he began to snap.

This jolted you from your daydreaming. “Oh, did you need something?” You wanted to swallow the words the moment they left your mouth. This man lived for other's misery. So as you watched a sinister smirk settle on his face. You knew your fate was sealed.

“Actually there is. I know you'll only be here for a short time longer. So I was hoping to take you out. I could give you quite the night." He had been waiting for the right moment to get you under his thumb. It was always nice to have an educated woman on your arm. Looking over your plush body he could think of other reasons to take you out.

Darting your gaze down to your paperwork, you cringed. Even if you didn't have your eye on someone else. You still wouldn't give the vile man a chance. But until you finished up this assignment, it would do best to keep him happy. With the job in mind, a thought popped into your head. “I don't go out with coworkers. Just a personal policy of mine.” Your eyes stayed on your fingers as you picked at your thumb.

His lips became tight at the rejection. Until he realized what you must be saying. He would simply have to wait for you to finish up with their collection. Then you would be free to fall for his obvious charms. “I see. Well I'll leave you to finishing up then." He swiftly exited the room. Already planning for your final day at the Cathedral.

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The day had come and you couldn't help the wave of disappointment that settled over you. This was the last night you would spend with Risotto. Packing away your thing, your shoulders slumped a bit.

A sudden knock echo into the room. It sent a shock of deja vu through you. Knowing who was courteous enough to check before they burst in. You excitedly made your way over and opened the door. There he was, the Gargoyle that you wanted spend all your time with. You had tried to convince yourself it was only a passing whimsy. But time and time again your heart sang out to him. Smiling sweetly up at him, you waited for him to speak.

He was beyond nervous. It was your last night here and he felt like he couldn't do enough. You could be out of his life after tonight. That meant this was his last chance. He had to tell you his feelings. Hoping that you might return his confession. He looked at you longingly. Wanting to embrace your soft figure against his hard flesh. Feel the way your plush form would meld into his harsh ridges. The mere thought made warmth pool in his core.

Shaking the alluring image from his head, he stepped forward. Taking your smaller hands into his own, he gripped them fondly. “I know this is your last night here.” He focused on the heat coming from your touch. Trying to keep himself from not going through with his plans. “So I wanted to do something special. If you'd like to that is.”

You stared at him with bight eyes and a hammering heart. “Of course. What did you have in mind?”

His mouth broke into a pleasant grin. “Do you trust me?”

Without a seconds hesitation you nodded. Taking a tighter hold on his hands and squeezing. With that the two of you were out the door.

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Wind roared in your ears as you clung closer to him. Chest thumping as you soared far above the bustling congested city streets. You would have never guessed that the Gargoyle would take you flying. But as you glanced between him and the veiw. You couldn't have asked for a better send off.

Landing one of the tallest building's roof top. He gingerly set you on your feet. Almost frowning at the loss of your warmth leaving his grasp. His mood brightened as you sat on the ledge and smiled up at him. His heart leapt as you slipped a bit, righting yourself a second later. Wrapping an arm around your shoulder, he sat next to you. “Be careful, I don't want to loose you.”

Both of your eyes widened at the statement. You curled your plump body into his own. “I'm not worried when you're around.”

Eye meeting in a smoldering stare, both of you began to inch forward. Lips demurely pressing together, causing you to shift closer. Molding your forms together, until he picked you up. Placing you on his lap, he bumps his nose into yours. “Easier to keep you safe if your close.” He smirks as your cheeks redden. A hearty chuckle leaving his mouth. Only for you to silence it with another passionate kiss.

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Giggles and honey coated whispers followed you back into the Cathedral. You were excited to gather your things. Risotto knew where your building was, but reassured you he would follow your car. As you planned the rest of your night, he placed light yet lingering kisses across your face.

Opening the door to the storeroom, you were met with a shocking image. Diavolo was leaned against your work station. His jacket and tie had been thrown off to the side. While his shirt had less than half of the buttons enclosed. His hair was messy and a half empty bottle of wine was grasped in his hand.

His eyes cut over to the pair of you sharply. His scowl pulled further down his mouth. Stumbling forward a bit he sneered. “So this is where you've been. Thought you could get the best of both world, did you.”

You stepped forward to steady him. But shrunk back towards the Gargoyle as he swiped the bottle your way.

A growl bubbled up his throat. Pulling you behind him, it was Risotto's turn to taking on an angry demeanor. Fist clenched so tightly he could feel them pluse in pain. The only thing keep him calm was your soft body pressed against him. “I don't know what you had planned here. But what I do know is that I won't allow you to treat her this way.” He gave the shorter man a searing look.

Which may have usually made him drop the subject and leave. With the liquid courage sloshing in his stomach, he felt idiotic invincibility. Jabbing a finger in your direction he scoffed. “First you lead me on. Then you go off with this creature. That's fine someone of your stature needs the worst. Just what a woman deserves.”

In the next few moments many things happened quickly. Risotto went to admonish the man. Though before a word could leave his mouth you leapt forward. Send a sucker punch into the other man's nose. A sickening crack sounds through the room. Diavolo felt a warm gush of blood flow from his nose as the pain set in. No amount of alcohol could stop the aching throb in his face. He slumped to the floor and stared up at you in disbelief.

You were seeing red. This whelp of a man had harassed you this entire assignment. And the moment you finally get to pursue your feelings with the man you had fallen for. He just up and decides you belong to him. No, you wouldn't take the insult to you or your sex. “I don't give a fuck what you think was going on. I politely told you I wasn't interested. Now I've forcefully told you I'm not interested. If you can't get that through your thick skull, then I can't do anything else.”

Grabbing your things you didn't spare him another glance. Taking the Gargoyle's large hand back in your own. You threw another comment over your shoulder. “I'm sure the Bishop will be interested to hear about your actions tonight.”

Looking back at the man on the floor. Risotto felt a feral grin settle on his lips. Yet another warning of what would come if Diavolo sought you out. Squeezing your hand, he shut the door. Looking forward to what other surprises you had in store for him.

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concernedape thank you for continuing to love and work hard on your game!

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“writing fanfics is something I do in my free time for fun. I will not treat it like a job and will instead treat it like a hobby because that’s what it is.”

also how it feels being a fanfic writer:

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Werewolf: *transforming* You have to go, now! I don’t want you to see me like this…

Human s/o: Don’t push me away! I’m not afraid of you!!

Werewolf: No no I’m just really dumb as a wolf and I don’t want you to see me bark at a mirror for two hours 

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Therapy (Harvey x Chubby Reader)

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With the over abundance of monsters cropping up in the mine. Marlon decides that it's time to bring in a capable monster hunter. What will Harvey do when the new strong woman in town needs a helping hand?

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Hey guys, I'm back at it again. Stardew Valley has to be one of my favorite games of all time. I don't even want to think about how many hours I've put into it.

Anywho, I've recently realized how much I love Harvey. It's always refreshing to find a male character that's allowed to be vulnerable. Though Stardew Valley is great at making well rounded characters. So I decided he needed a strong reserved woman to c one into the picture.

I hope you enjoy.

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Rubbing a hand across his face, Marlon let out a heavy sigh. Gus glanced his way and couldn't help but feel sympathetic. The old adventurer really had put in the years taking out monsters. His face always had a shadow of weariness to it. Lately though, it seemed as if the man could barely keep his eyes open.

Bringing him over another mug of beer, he shook his head as the guild keeper reaches for his wallet. “No, this one's on the house.” The man's mouth creased into a frown. “If you really want to repay me, then why not tell me why you look exhausted.”

Laying his arms on the bar counter, he sagged a bit. “That obvious huh?” He wasn't surprised at the knowing look on the bar keeper's face. “The monsters have been more than a handful lately. In fact I've had to call in a reinforcement.” His hands tightened into fist at the admission. It was bad enough to know he was aging out of being an adventurer. Another thing all together to call in for some young blood.

Gus dropped his gaze to the glass he was cleaning. He understood why the man would be annoyed by bringing in help. He was thankful for Emily's help, don't get him wrong. But he could remember the days when he would run laps around any of his customers. There wasn't time to dwell on that though. It was time to comfort his good friend. And maybe get a bit of gossip on the new monster hunter heading to town.

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It wasn't long before word had gotten around the valley. Everyone was anticipating their arrival. Would they stay in town or the guild? What was their likes and dislikes? Were they hot? Not knowing that you were already in the valley. Spending nights in the mines and days resting. It wasn't as if you had time for socializing. You were here for a job, simple as that.

That was the plan at least, until Gil got involved. He made it his mission on this particular Friday to badger you out of the guild. “You're young, you should enjoy these years. Why if I had a nickel for every Friday I wish I had gone out, I'd be rich.” He scowled at you from the rocking chair. You knew the truth, that twinkle in his eye. The way his mouth couldn't quite stay down in the corners. He was goading you and having a great time while he was at it.

This continues for the next hour. How his voice can carry through the entire guild was an annoying mystery. Stomping over to the accursed rocking chair that he haunts, you all but snarl. “Will you give me a moment of peace if I go to the Saloon for an hour?” Your expression was more tired than angry. And he used it to his advantage.

“Make it two and I'll leave you alone. For now that is.” That was the best offer you were going to get. Huffing you begrudgingly made your way out. Only for his voice to ring out. “You're not going like that are you?”

Without a glance back you sprinted for the door. Trying to block out his high pitched cackles all the way.

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You were going to kill Gil when you got back. These people meant well, at leasted they seemed to. But if you had one more damn drink bought for you, you were going to drown.

Your original plan to grab a beer and sulk in a shadowy corner was already taken. A guy in a patched blue jacket was less than pleased to see you invading his space. After a short introduction and a quicker screw off. You were thrown to the proverbial sharks. Without so much as a floaty in sight. Stuck in a bar stool and surrounded by curious locals was the last place you wanted to be.

The all to helpful waitress, you think her name was Emily. Smiled brightly as she refilled your mug. Your eyes narrowed at the drink, but you gripped the handle all the same. Promising yourself that you would sip this one.

“So you planning to stay around in the Valley? After you finish lending a hand to Marlon that is." She waited eagerly for your answer. With how the bar quieted down, it seemed that she wasn't the only one wanting to know your answer. It wasn't everyday that someone new came to Stardew. Especially someone that was so interesting. A true blue adventurer had come to help with the Monster issue. Who wouldn't be a bit curious about someone like that. Who was so soft, a plush body that covered some serious strength. It was something that was worth a fantasy or two.

You brought the glass to your lips to cover a wince. This seemed to be a question that followed adventurers around. Were you staying, if the answer was no there were always more. Where are you going? What are you doing there? Will you come back? It wasn't that you wanted to push everyone away. It was just for the best that people were kept at a distance. You didn't want to drag anyone into a life like this.

So you gave the same generic answer that got you a bit of peace. “I'm not sure yet. This is a great town though.” You relaxed as understanding smiles passed over the small crowd. Only to blink as the faces started to blur together. Looking up to the clock, you stared at the numbers as they merged. Glancing down at your empty mug, you couldn't help but glare. So much for sipping.

Harvey watched as you slid from your stool. He had seen the look on your face. He has seen it on Shane's many times before. It was always a sad time when the gruff man turned to the bottle rather than a friend.

He hadn't meant to stare at you throughout the night. But you were just so enchantingly different. Your soft and muscled form showing signs of your adventuring past. Scars here and there decorated your gorgeous body. And while you weren't the most talkative person. That didn't mean that the entire saloon wasn't hanging off of your every word. Including the doctor himself.

“Don't stop the good times on my account. But I've got a job to get back too. Need to be well rested and all.” Even as a few disappointed groans sounded out, no one could argue with you. It was important for you to help with the increased monster population. Making your way to the entrance, you focused on not stumbling. Which admittedly gave a odd step to your walk. Something that worried the doctor.

Looking down at his drink he couldn't help fretting over you. It was part of his job to keep the people in town healthy. Especially people who made a living doing such dangerous work. Honestly attractive people that he would love to get to know better.

Glancing down at his watch he was surprised to see that you had left only a short while ago. Well it wouldn't hurt to get some fresh air outside. And if he happened to come across you on say a walk towards the mountains. That wouldn't be so odd now would it. Summoning up his resolve, he left the Saloon. As he turned to head up past the General Store, he came to an abrupt stop. There you were, slupped under the bulletin board. You were holding your head and groaning. Rushing over, he kneeled down in front of you.

“(Y/N), are you ok?” He wanted to check you over. But scaring you was the last thing he needed. A frightened and drunk patient was a lot harder to deal with.

Head jerking up towards the voice, you moaned at how fast the world was spinning. It still didn't stop your hand from drifting to your belt. Until you realize that you had left your weapons at the guild. Which was a good thing. Sharp things and alcohol didn't mesh well together. Squeezing your hands around nothing, you sighed. Squinting up at the man in front if you, you tried to remember his name. He was the town's doctor, wasn't he? Yeah, did this mean you had injured yourself. Closing your eyes you did a quick inventory of your body. This was an important part of any adventurer’s training. Not feeling anything out of the ordinary, beyond the effects of the alcohol.

You looked back at the mustached man. He was pretty handsome. Seemed to take pride in his appearance, if not a bit dorky. But who were you to judge, you had enjoyed many sessions of Solarion Chronicles back in the day. Nodding your head, you winced immediately.

He steadied you and frowned. In the state you were in it would take a lot of effort to get you back to the guild. Chewing his lip he decided to take another chance. “It may not be the most comfortable option. But you're welcome to take one of the clinic beds for the night. No pressure of course.” He waited for your answer with baited breath.

Knowing that nodding would be a bad idea, you said. “I've had worse offers.” Placing a hand on the wall behind you, you braced yourself. Only to have shock corse through you. The doctor had placed his shoulder under your arm. Hoisting you up slowly and gently. Shooting an embarrassed smile in his direction, you made your way next door.

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Your head was pounding before your eyes fluttered open. A queasy feeling lodged in the pit of your stomach. Even the blankets felt too heavy and scratchy upon you skin. It was a suffocating feeling, overwhelming and sickening. It took several moments before you could gather yourself enough to open your eyes.

Taking in the unfamiliar surroundings, you were on high alert. The room smelled sterile and held two beds. Blinding light blared from the ceiling. You blinked several times, trying to adjust to the brightness. Sitting up slowly, you could feel your stomach roll and churn. Bracing yourself, you held back from anything exiting your gut.

Flopping down on your back, you threw your arm over your eyes. Taking a moment to gather yourself. Only to jolt up as a door squeaked open.

“Oh good. I was hoping I wasn't going to wake you.” The man was just as put together as what little you recalled. Though the night before was a bit hazy, you weren't one to get black out. Under any circumstances, keeping your wits was top priority.

Wiping a hand down your face you tried to hold back a grimace. “Yeah. It would have been no problem if you had though. I've definitely inconvenienced you enough.” Slipping off the bed, you pulled yourself together the best you could. Not expecting the man to rush over to you. A worried expression flitting onto his face.

“Are you sure your well enough to go? You were quite out of it last night.” His worrying was equal part endearing and annoying. But that didn't stop him from hovering close to you. He would hate himself if you got hurt in his clinic.

“Nothing some water and aspirin won't fix.” Digging in you pockets you pulled out a beat up wallet. “What do I own you Doc?” You were surprised when he put his hand over your own. You forced yourself to ignore how much you enjoyed his warmth.

Shaking his head, he push your hand down gently. “I wouldn't dream of taking any kind of payment. Consider it neighbors helping each other out. And please just Harvey is fine.” He gave you such a sincere look that it made your heart leap into your throat.

Putting away your wallet, you decided that arguing with a hangover wasn't worth it. Though that didn’t mean that the attractive doctor was going get a favor from you. You weren't the type of person to leave debts unpaid.

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Harvey wasn't sure how to feel as of late. He was hoping his kind gesture would make a good first impression. But it seemed to have the opposite effect. He had heard of your recent trips to town. While he hadn't seen even a glimpse of you. Not even at the Saloon. He could understand why you might avoid that location though. He didn't want to admit it, but your avoidance had been a blow to his self-esteem. Still he didn't give up hope that you might meet again. Even if was just for a more professional reason.

His downtrodden thoughts seeped away as the clinic door opened. It was time to get back to business. Waiting for a few moments, he started to wonder what could be keeping Maru. Looking through the window of the partition door, he froze. There you were, you were more dazzling than he remembered. It seemed that you had decided to dress more casually today. He couldn't help the way his eyes trailed down your form. Admiring the years of effort you put into your body.

You talked quietly with his nurse and patted a bag resting against your side. He would be more interested in the contents. If only he could rip his gaze from your face. Your soft smile warmed his insides. He could admire your enchanting features for hours. But as you nodded and squeezed the other woman's shoulder. He couldn't help feeling jealous. There wasn't much time to dwell on the rock in the pit of his stomach. Not with you walking his way. Darting towards his office, he tried to calm his racing heart.

Poking your head through the door, you looked around the room. Your eyes pinned him to his chairs as a grin settled on your face. “Hey Doc. You got a minute?”

Glancing at his schedule, he was glad for the moment to gather his thoughts. You were here, in his office, asking for him! Shuffling a few more papers, even though he knew he had no afternoon appointments. He nodded and turned towards you. “I have some spare time. What can I do for you.” His pulse may not be slowing. But he had at least managed to not make a fool of himself.

Stepping into the room, you leaned your hip against his desk. “Look, I know you said that I didn't owe you anything. That didn't sit right with me though. I like to know every debt I have is taken care of. So I asked around.” Pulling a bottle from your bag, you gingerly set it in front of him. “When I heard that you enjoy wine, I knew just the thing.”

He picked up the bottle and couldn't help the smile that took over his features. The label was hand drawn and had well thought out penmanship. It was a bit stain, that only added to the charm to him. He set it down gently and faced you. “This is to much, I can't accept.”

Your face dropped. Scrambling to point out the flaws on the bottle, you said. “No look, the label isn't even on straight. And uh, you can see where I spilled coffee on it too. Plus Gil had to help me brew it. So I didn't even do all of the work. It was the least he could do after all.” Your face flushes a bit as you focused back on the doctor. “Although I guess not everything about that night was bad.”

He took in your ernest expression and the blush crawling across your plump cheeks. While on the one hand it didn't feel right taking such a splendid gift from you. On the other he didn't want to offend you by not taking it. It wasn't that he was ungrateful. But you had asked about his interests and made him something special. Something that you could enjoy yourself, not give to someone you barely knew. This thought sparked a sudden idea. One that he couldn't stop himself from blurting out. “I would enjoy it more in your company.” He watched as the flush traveled down your neck. A look of confusion settled on your face.

“Are you asking me out?” You tried to hide your incredulous tone. It's not that he hadn't been on your mind. That this wasn't the first bottle you made. Deeming the first one as not good enough. As you take in his own appearance. Between his put together yet dorky clothes. The way he puts effort into grooming himself. Pair with his kind and caring ways. You believed you could look past your don't get to close policy.

It was his turn to become flustered. But as he tried to stutter out a friendly response, he had to be honest with himself. You were someone he wanted to spend more time with. And there was a part of him that hoped it could be romantic. Though he would settle for platonic if you prefered it. Gathering his nerve he nodded. “I am…. If your OK with that.”

Stepping forward, you placed a hand on his chest and grinned. “I think I'll take you up on that. I have the rest of the day off. If you're free that is.” You were happy that your feelings weren't one side. Why not make the most of your time here.

Your hand resting against him caused a warmth to travel over him, settling in the tips of his ears. “Yyyeah, of course. I don't have anymore patients this afternoon. I'm sure Maru wouldn't mind ending the work day a bit early.” Poking his head through the partition he was surprised to see her packing things away.

Turning towards him she smiled. “All packed up boss, I'll see you tomorrow.” She started for the door, pausing as he called out.

“How did you know?” He fumbled with his words.

Her smile widened. “Well, after she asked about you. Let's just say I had a feeling. Enjoy your date.” She closed the door and he heard the click of the lock.

His thoughts whirled as he realized that she must have heard. Still there were very few things that could take away from the excited thrum coursing through him. Making his way back to the office, he couldn't help the extra pep in his step. Seeing your face perk up as he returned cemented his descion to go with his instincts. Leading you up to his home, he knew this would be a risk worth taking.

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rattling the bars of my cage screaming for bread

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What are some chronic illnesses that can only occur in a fantasy setting?