Identity V x Reader One shot (Discontinued)

Mike x Reader (Birthday Special)

HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY TO MY SWEET BABY UWU Haha remember when I said I wasn't going to rewrite a story in one day again? That was a lie. My mind was still in a low-key angsty state so I had to rewrite most parts to make it fluffy :,)) Well I'm starting this fanfic off with some angst so please bear with it I'm sorry :,)) My brain was pretty dead while I was writing this so the story may turned out to be pretty weird? 

Please be careful when you proceed with the beginning of the story as it contains some disturbing topics or scenes! If you feel uncomfortable while reading it please do skip to the fluffy parts instead!

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Ever since (Y/N) was a child, she has always wondered what was the meaning of love despite the fact she has received plenty of different examples from both the orphanage she was living in for two years and the place where she would call home after being adopted by her adoptive parents. She found this emotion to be confusing since it could range from kisses and hugs to being inflicted with pain by the person who you have chosen as your lifelong partner.

Of course, the young maiden was lucky enough to have not experienced the latter part of the example even after she grew into an adult, old enough to leave the house on her own without being interrupted by either of her adoptive parents. Each night she has spent in their house, loud screamings could be heard which was terrifying to (Y/N)'s ears, causing her to hide in every corner she could find in the dark empty house, hoping to find a place where she could disconnect herself from the scary world she was forced to live in since covering her ears did very little to provide her comfort from her adoptive mother's screaming in a mixture of pain and pleasure.

The very next morning, bruises were decorated on her skin where her naked eyes could see and as for her adoptive father, the scars on his back previously would always be covered with new scratches and despite her young age, (Y/N) could only guess what had happened and she found that very thought to be sickening to the core. The scent of sweat and tobacco lingering in the air would always stenched her nose, increasing the discomfort she felt in the environment she was living in.

"Mother...you're hurt again." The young child stares up at the woman in front of her with blank eyes, unsure of how she should truly show her emotions since it was mixed up with disgust and concern. Were adults always this irresponsible? She couldn't exactly tell since the orphanage she had stayed in previously wasn't exactly a bright place for a child to be learning in. "Are you okay? Isn't it painful?" She asks again, cringing at the sight of the new injuries she manages to catch in the corner of her eyes, doing her best to ignore it.

"My, my...I have really picked myself out a wonderful daughter haven't I? Don't worry~ Mother is perfectly fine because this is a form of love given to me by your father." A giggle erupts from her throat as a twisted smile crept up onto her face which sent shivers down (Y/N)'s spine and caused her goosebumps to worsen slightly. "This is love...?" Oh how much she wished that she had kept her mouth shut and allowed all sorts of imagination to fly through her instead the moment she saw how bigger the smile had grown. It was creepy. It was nothing like what she had seen on the first day of their introduction.

"You see my dear (Y/N)...love comes in many different forms. It's like the chocolates you have eaten. There's white chocolate, milk chocolate and dark chocolate. All of them are different in taste but you can't help yourself but to love all of them, right? Sometimes there are even chocolates which are incredibly sweet and unhealthy which makes you fall ill but you will still continue to eat them up no matter how bad it makes you feel because it tastes good, right?" Although her explanation was somewhat easy to understand at first, it was far too bizarre for the poor child to grasp her words completely when it came to the second part. Noticing the confused expression written all over (Y/N)'s face, another small giggle escapes from her adoptive mother's lips as one of her hands reaches up to stroke her head in a gentle manner. She was being so gentle with her but the poor girl couldn't help but feel her body beginning to tense up.