2p!England X Reader- Trust

Don’t trust strangers.

    You trusted this man, you see, a strawberry blonde man with the most beautiful and hypnotizing baby blue eyes you had ever seen. You had gone to his bakery almost every day, just to have a nice chat with this man. Eventually, you learned his name was Oliver Kirkland. He knew your name, and in return, you knew his name. He smiled so sweetly, yet there was an emotion twinkling in his eyes that you couldn’t put your finger on it. He always did dress nicely, with bright colours to match. He was so nice and sweet, it was impossible for him to be a killer. At least, that’s what you thought. Your friends warned you to stay away from the nice man, but you only brushed them off with a “Don’t be silly! He’s so nice, he couldn’t harm a fly!”

    How wrong you were.

    It had became a routine for you to visit the shop each day after school, simply to enjoy Oliver’s placid company. Although, before that day, you couldn’t come to the shop since your family had troubles and needed you to come home instantly after school. And so, you couldn’t visit.

    Alas, Oliver was not pleased. He missed, craved, your company, that he thought horrid scenarios.

    ‘Did she leave me? Is the poppet with someone else? Where is she?’ he thought, fiddling with a knife that he had been using to frost a cupcake. He grew anxious that day, and yet, you did not come. ‘She’s mine. She’ll be mine forever.’

    The next day, you walked into Oliver’s bakery, anxious to apologize to the worried Englishman.

    “Oliver, you here?” you called sweetly, glancing around the empty bakery.

    “In the kitchen, Poppet!” you heard his sweet voice call from behind the door leading to his kitchen. You smiled softly, obviously trusting the sweet Englishman. Not the least bit hesitant, you briskly walked to the door and opened it, peeking in. There he was, back turned to you, decorating a fresh out of the oven batch of his special cupcakes. He looked over his shoulder at you, smiling sweetly, his baby blue orbs locking with your (eye colour) ones. You smiled back, skipping over to him.

    “Sorry I couldn’t come over, Ollie. Family matters and all,” you apologized, looking over his shoulder at the cupcakes. They had rose red frosting swirled over the top of the cupcakes perfectly, sprinkles spread evenly, and the cherries placed on top to complete the lovely and delicious look.

    “They look delicious, Ollie!” you complimented him, smiling gleefully at him. He smiled back, his eyes closed, and his pearly white teeth showing.

    You didn’t know what was to come soon.

    “Thank you, Poppet!” he replied, equally, if not more, cheerfully.

    You didn’t know what was in those cupcakes.

    “Do you want to try one?” he asked, picking up a cupcake and turning around fully to face you. His baby blue eyes flashed pink briefly, but you didn’t notice it.

    You nodded vigorously, “Yeah! I always love your cupcakes, so why wouldn’t I? I missed them, really.” You took the cupcake gratefully and unwrapped it.

    He knew what was in it though.

    You bit into it, chewing and swallowing. Something about the taste was off, but the scrumptious flavour was stronger. You brushed it off since he always liked to try new things with his cupcakes and wanted you to taste test.

    Little did you know that in the cupcake, there was a drug to knock you out.

    “It was delicious, Ollie!” you said sweetly, smiling at him and soon eating the rest of the cupcake.

    “I’m super happy that you liked it~,” he replied. “Why don’t you sit down at the table over there,” he pointed to the table nearby, “and I’ll get you a drink.” You nodded and sat down at the table, feeling slightly dizzy. You brushed it off as stress getting to you, as school exams were coming up.

    But it wasn’t the stress.

    Soon enough, Oliver came back with a glass of water. He faked concern perfectly, so that you did not notice.

    “Poppet, are you okay? You don’t look so good,” he said, fake concern lacing his words.

    “Yeah. Just the stress of school and family getting to me,” you replied, taking the glass gratefully and taking a gulp, hoping to ease the pain that seemed to cloud your thoughts and dull your senses. Something was telling you that it wasn’t the stress, and it was yelling at you to get away from Oliver. You brushed it off, thinking how silly that was. There was no way that this man would harm you... Right?

    What a lie.

    “Why don’t you just rest for a bit. I’m sure you’ll feel better. Come on, you can lie down on the sofa,” he said, taking your hand and gently pulling you to your feet. You let him guide you through another door, bring you to the living room, and let you lie down on the pink sofa with bright blue pillows.

    “I’ll be right back, Poppet,” he said, hurrying into another room.

    And with that, you passed into unconsciousness, never to wake up again.

    You went ‘missing’, for no one could find your body. No one would have guessed that Oliver made special cupcakes, decorated with your favourite toppings and colours, had a secret ingredient… You.

    Days later, the police gave up the investigation, had a funeral for you, with no body, only an empty black coffin.