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Mike x Reader - "Stolen from me"

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@Spell302

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"N-no..." he whispered weakly.

His voice was hoarse, scratched and sob-torn.

She was gone.

"No..." he said again, his eyes threatening to shed more tears.

The fire roared more, and he couldn't help but scream.

It was a painful, saddened scream.

She was taken from him again.

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"Who are you staring at?" his partner asked him.

Mike turned to see him, "No one," he muttered.

Jake looked behind the cloth, it was Margaretha and (Y/n), practicing their performance for tonight.

"Ah, I see, you have your eyes on Margaretha, good choice," Jake said.

Mike threw one of his clay balls at him, "Shut up," he said.

His partner caught the ball swiftly, and started to throw it around, "No need to get feisty," he said.

He ignored him and walked away, going to his tent and practice.

The Acrobat decided to leave the tent and walked away, going to practice more on his performance.

Before he could, a small tap on his shoulder caught his attention.

He turned to see (Y/n) looking at him, smiling, "Hey Mike, what are ya doing?" she asked and smiled again.

Mike couldn't speak, he couldn't move, he loved this girl.

She was talented, smart, beautiful, and kind.

He'd throw this whole circus away for her.

"H-Hey (Y/n)," he muttered, and smiled.

The dancer smiled, "How's performance going?" she asked and smiled once more.

The Acrobat smiled, "Doing great, you?" he asked back.

She gave a thumbs up, and grinned, "Fine," she said.

Mike smiled and walked away, thought he wanted to continue conversation.

Before he could walk in his tent, Jake rushed past him, something in hand.

Mike looked at him, and grew suspicious, and followed him.

Thankfully, Mike found a hiding place and spied on him.

Jake walked to (Y/n) and greeted her, and started to talk with her.

Then, he handed her something, a small bouquet of flowers, which she turned red at receiving it.

"Thank you, Jake," she said and smiled.

Jake bowed, kissed her hand, and left.

His heart withered and died.

Jake had stolen her from him...

Tears started to form in his eyes, but they didn't fall.

It was Jake's fault, he knew that Mike liked (Y/n)!

He got up and stomped towards Jake's direction, and saw his partner training.

Mike threw a ball at him, which hit him in the head.

"Hey! What was that for?" He asked.

Mike shoved him, "You knew I liked her! You knew I did!" he hissed and grabbed him and tossed him.

Jake stood up weakly, "What?" he asked.

"Don't play innocent!" Mike yelled and started wrestling him.

Mike was sobbing as he was crying, making his throat grow sob-torn.

Both Acrobats engaged in a fist fight, tumbling like a ball of fury.

Until the ball stopped when they bumped into something, a table with an oil lamp.

They stopped fighting as the small lamp became a large fire.

Immediately, both of them ran, but Mike hauled Jake back into flames, hearing him screech in pain made Mike smile.

He ran out of the entire circus, but he realized (Y/n) didn't come out.

Then, the entire circus tent collapsed, leaving nothing but a large fire and screaming people.

His throat ached, his body didn't move.

It was his fault.

He started the fire.

"N-no..." he whispered weakly.

His voice was hoarse, scratched and sob-torn.

She was gone.

"No..." he said again, his eyes threatening to shed more tears.

The fire roared more, and he couldn't help but scream.

It was a painful, saddened scream.

She was taken from him again.

She was... stolen from me.