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Tsubaki ?¿ ~ Hostage

Ew, Tsubaki.

Another one-shot I came up with for this bitch, are you proud mother?

Subclass!Reader.

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Opening her eyes weakly, (f/n) sat up and pressed her back against the stone wall behind her.

She didn't know anything about how she got to where she was now, but she knew one thing for sure.

Everything hurt.

It was a miracle how she even managed to open her eyes let alone sit up, but at least she was in a - kind of? - comfortable position.

Suddenly, all of (f/n)'s memories came flooding back into her mind, and she suddenly remembered why she was brought to where she was.

Out on a mission for Tsubaki, (f/n) was cornered by some mad people from C3, who captured her and locked her up in one of the back rooms. And now, remembering how terrified she had been when it happened, tears started to run down (f/n)'s face.

She tried to scream but the cloth in her mouth stopped her from doing so, and that was when she started to panic.

How long had she been there?

Was anyone looking for her?

Did Tsubaki care?

No, of course he wouldn't care. All (f/n) was was another one of his many subclass, just a tool he used to do his dirty work for him. And she thought he actually thought more of her when he sent her out on that mission.

She should've known he was a covetous man, but she tried to tell herself otherwise, even though there was really no point.

And now, she was probably going to die and he wouldn't even chance to apologise to her for getting her into this situation, which was completely pointless to begin with.

Starting to thrash about in her chains, (f/n) felt even more salty tears stream down her face as the fear in her chest started to rise. And when the door opened, revealing a very tall silhouette, (f/n) started to thrash about and cry even more, desperate to get away from the moment.

But when the figure knelt down in front of her, revealing his true form to her, (f/n)'s eyes widened and she stopped crying, even though the tears were still running down her face.

Tsubaki...

"Shh," he cooed, cupping (f/n)'s cheek before moving his hand down her face and to the cloth rapped around her mouth.

His slender and cold fingers sent (f/n) into a fit of shivers as he untied the gag from around her mouth and let it fall down her neck.

"It's ok now, my loyal subclass," he shushed, unlocking the chains wrapped around her arms and legs with the keys he stole off of the guard outside. "I'm sorry for putting you through that."

Picking (f/n) up off of the ground, Tsubaki started to walk out of the cell she had been trapped in moments earlier and out onto the streets.

The cold night air hit (f/n) so suddenly that she burrowed closer to Tsubaki for warmth, and he chuckled lightly before pulling her closer, making sure she was protected from anymore dangers that could attack her.

"Don't worry, (f/n)," he reassured, (f/n)'s body stiffening at the sound of her name coming out of her master's mouth. "Nobody will ever make you their hostage ever again."

And Tsubaki was right, before he made sure to protect (f/n) from them on.

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Ugh, Tsubaki doesn't deserve my time and effort, but there you go.