2p!England X Reader: This Feeling

You woke up in an unfamiliar room on a very uncomfortable bed. Once your eyes adjusted to the darkness of the room the fear started to set in. You lift your hands up to rub your aching head but to only have your hands jerked back, your hands were bounded by ropes to the bedframe. Helplessly, you try shaking your hands free and to find your legs were bound too. Tears rolled down your cheeks, ‘What happened? How on earth did I get here?’ You thought to yourself as you made whimpering noises.

You heard footsteps approaching the door that was right across from you, the door opened and you couldn’t help the whine that came out from you.

A man now stood in front of you. “Ah! I see you are finally awake my love~!” He had light blonde hair with very pale blue eyes. Something seemed familiar about him to you… the bow tie… british accent… It was that psychopath you heard about on the news! He would poison people or stab them to death just for the pure fun of it, and there was one thing you knew for sure. That you won’t be coming out of here alive.

Tears were now running down your face uncontrollably all while shaking so bad your whimper were grunts.

“Its terribly hard to see you in this dark room!” He said darkly and chuckled to himself as he flipped a light switch on. He turned his attention back to you, “And I have yet gotten a good look of y-.” He stopped as your (e/c) eyes meet with his sky blue ones. It almost seem like he was taking in your features… Your (h/l) (h/c) hair, (s/c) skin, and (e/c) eyes.

You brushed off his stare and broke the silence, “Please, let me go! People are probably wondering where I am… please.”

His hand suddenly made a tight fist at his side then he just walked out, turning the lights off and slamming the door shut.

“Let me out of here!!!” You screamed after him but he wasn’t going to come back.

~Timeskip~

Finally! The door opened after what felt like weeks! Your throat was dry and your stomach felt as if it was eating itself. But all relieve left you when you saw who stood at the door as he turned the light back on, it was that psychopath.  He approached next to you with a knife in hand. Now you were so dehydrated and starved you just wanted him to kill you to get it over with. But he wouldn’t… at least not yet. And you took noticed that his eyes were now much softer than before, a couple weeks back they held bloodlust.

“Please…” Your voice came out very weak. “Just kill me now. I don’t want to die this slowly.”

His face changed to a hurt expression at what you said. But he still raised the knife up from his side.

You squeezed your eyes tight giving your last prayers and thanks preparing for the pain, but it never came. And when you opened your eyes you found that you were no longer tied to the bed, both hands and feet were free now.
The man set the knife down and helped you sit up, “Please don’t be scared. I won’t hurt you, poppet.”  
You gave him a questioning look and rubbed your aching wrists, “What do you mean?”

“I mean that I want you to stay with me here and I won’t harm you. I promise.” He gave you such a sincere and sweet look it left you completely confused. Was this the same guy you first met?

You nodded your head and still weakly asked, “For how long?”

He help you stand up but you couldn’t because your knees kept buckling underneath you so he just scooped you up bridal style and started to leave the room. “Well I was thinking… forever.” He whispered to you.

You couldn’t help the redness that came to your cheeks as you gasped at his comment.

He looked down at you sweetly, “What's your name, love?”

You bite your lip as you answered, “(f/n).”

He grinned, “You may call me Oliver~.”

Now it seemed that he had brought you to a kitchen and gently set you down on a stool at a counter. He opened the pantry and brought you back a iced cupcake and a bottle of water. You took the water and gulped it down without a second thought. Oliver brought you another bottle and watched you drink that one too just as fast with a wide smile. Now you stared down at the cupcake with a doubtful look, remembering that he also poisoned his victims.

What if this was all just act so you will trust him? How could you even trust him?

You pushed the cupcake away from you and looked at Oliver and to see his smile drop.

“What's wrong?” He questioned sounding concerned.

“Quit the act please. I know you still want to kill me. And I know you that poison people too.” You paused to see his expression which was very brokenhearted looking. “I’m not that easy to fool.” You tell him.

Tears started well up in the corners of Oliver’s eyes, “N-N-No… Not you!” He almost cried out with tears falling from his face.

You felt your heart cringed, “Ssssh! Don’t cry! Look…” You said to him as you took a bite out of the cupcake, licking the icing from your lips. And your eyes widened at the taste, it was the best thing you’ve ever tasted! You quickly ate the rest of it completely forgetting your theory of it being poisoned.

Oliver now looked really happy, “Did you like it?” He questioned hopefully.

You giggled, “It was amazing! Did you make it?” He nodded his head with a big grin. ‘He really can be like a child.’ You thought yourself.

Before you knew it Oliver had put another cupcake in front of and was excitingly waiting for you to eat it too. You smiled at him, “I would love to eat it but I need some real food, you know?”

“Oh of course! Silly me~.” And just as fast he set down a sandwich and a bowl of soup in front of you.

As you ate you had completely forgot that you were sitting in a murder’s kitchen until you were full and he took up your dishes and began washing them in the sink.

“Hey Oliver…”

“Yes (f/n)?”

You took in a deep breath, “Why are you treating me like this? Weren’t you going to kill me?”

He dropped the dish he was washing in the sink and turned to look at you. He looked like he wanted to say something but decided against, “You know its pretty late. I will go show you to your new room.”

He led you to another room in his rather large house and opened the door to it, “Here you are, love!”

This room was actually decorated in your favorite style and in your favorite color. You smiled at him, “Thank you.”

He returned the smile, “Of course anything for you! I will see you in the morning.” And with that he shut your door and you listen as his footsteps faded.

After a few minutes passed you decided that it was safe enough to make an escape. No way was he going to keep you here against your will! You slowly turned the doorknob and shut the door behind you quietly. You creeped down the hallway hoping to find some kind off exit or window. You smiled at your luck when you found a window at the end of the hallway. You quickly made your way to it and looked outside, ‘Looks safe enough to jump out.’ You told yourself as you used all your might to open the window. You smiled when the glass started to lift up and you put one of your legs out the window, eager to get away from this place. You were about to swing your other leg around when you felt a pair of arms pull you back inside and dropped you to the floor.

You gulped as Oliver slammed the window shut and looked at you with a unhappy glare.
“(f/n)... I thought I told you that you had to stay.”

You tried to stand up from the ground to run or defend yourself but were just pushed back to the floor by Oliver. He was now hovering over you with both your wrists held above your head. You once again felt like crying, “Please Oliver dont-.”

You were cut off by his lips smashing into yours. The whole thing took you by surprise so you didn’t react but once you came back to your senses you struggled to free your arms to push him away, but he only held them down tighter and kissed you harder. Suddenly all thoughts of escaping left your mind as you found yourself kissing back just as hard.  

You two stayed like this for a while… soon Oliver moved from your lips to your neck as he began to kiss and suck, leaving love marks behind and making you moan. He let go of your wrists as he moved his hands to your hips, he then used his thumbs to rub little circles as his lips traveled back to your mouth. But this second kiss was a lot more heated and soon had you moaning like crazy.

Oliver a little too harshly bit down on your bottom lip making you gasp, and he quickly took that as a chance to to explore your cavern.
Your eyes, which had been shut this entire time, flew open as you regained your senses and pushed him off of you.

Oliver looked at you with concerned eyes as you tried to catch your breath, “Tell me why you won't kill me.” You demanded.

Oliver tore his eyes from you looking almost ashamed, “Because… You were the first person that made me feel this way.”

You bit your lip knowing where this was going but pushed on, “What do mean ‘this way’?”

He looked back at you with his pale eyes, “I never felt this way right here.” As he said that he put his hand over his heart.

You couldn’t believe it… In a way he was confessing to you. No one has ever said anything like that to you and you felt your face grow hot. Somehow you had unwillingly managed to have a psychopathic killer fall in love with you. And now you felt like you were falling in love with him.