Bride Of A MadMan 2p!England x Goth!Reader Part 2

Oliver POV

“Okay, we kidnapped your bride for you,” Allen yelled, looking annoyed.

“Can we go home now? I have to take care of my wife,”

“Yeah, I got to feed Kuma and take care of my wife, too eh,” James said.

“Oui, but zhis was too easy,” Francis said.

“Si, too perfecto,” Luciano said, smirking with delight, as he looked at her body, lustfully.

“Well then good bye, hope to see you soon again,” Oliver said, as he hopped out of the car with _______ unconscious in his arms.

Oliver watched the car drive away into the distance

”well here you are poppet,” Oliver said, sweetly, as he looked down at her calm and peaceful face.

“Your new home,”

He closed the door with his foot and carried her in the house. He came upon the living room, where he gently placed __________ on the sofa and kneeled down in front of her, taking her hand in his.

“Well, poppet,” He said, gently brushing her strands of hair from her face.

“I finally have you,”

He placed a gentle kiss on her forehead and headed into the kitchen to make cupcakes.

Timeskip……………


________’s POV

__________ woke up to the smell of cupcakes, filling up the living room. She looked around her new surroundings, with curiosity.

“At least, the whole living room is clear,” She thought, as she got up from her place on the sofa and made her way towards the kitchen.

“Oh Butterscotch,” Oliver cried, dramatically putting a hand over his chest.

“You nearly gave me a heart attack,”

“Sorry,” She said, shyly.

“Oh there’s no need to apologize,” He replied, dusting flour off of his apron.

As Oliver continued to finish with his batter, ___________ noticed a white creamy batter in the bowl beside him.

“Is that (favorite/flavor)?” She asked, pointing at the batter.

Oliver looked down at the batter he was making, and then back at her.

“Yes, that is (favorite/flavor),” He answered, with curiosity.

“Why do you ask?”

“It’s one of my favorite flavors,” She answered with a gleam of happiness.

This made Oliver smile and squeal with pleasure

“Really? Oh my, such a polite young poppet,” Oliver replied, giving her a good pat on the head.

“Though, I didn’t actually quite get your name,”

“___________,” She answered.

“__________, that’s a pretty name,” He replied, making her blush.

“Thanks, I guess,” She said, blushing shyly.

She looked around the kitchen, anxiously and then back at Oliver, who is whistling and still swinging his hips, while baking his cupcakes.

“I hate to be rude but I really must be going home,” _______ said, trying not to be rude.

“Oh, why is that,” Oliver asked, with his back turned, as he placed a spoonful of batter in each cupcake.

“Well, cause my family are worried about me, so if I could just…….”

Before I could finish, Oliver then placed his cupcakes in the oven, slamming the oven door shut, and turned his gaze towards me.

“You are not going anywhere, poppet,” He said, taking a step towards her.

“For I finally have you”

“What are you talking about,” she asked, looking scared.

Oliver smiled his insane smile, as his eyes swirled a pink and blue.

“You are my new bride and nothing can take that away,”