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Heaven Sent

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Fem!reader x Cyno

Not proofread, oops. pt. 1/?

Des: So basically fem!reader is being held as a worker at an illegal brothel. Resigned and hopeless to this fate, she almost accepts this until our general Cyno comes in the door. [1.2k words]

Warnings: Suggestions of abuse, sa, and exploitation (lightly). Bad jokes.

It's kinda wholesome, I promise!

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The bell chimes and you hear the woman say the usual phrase, "Welcome, esteemed guest! Which of our ladies may serve you tonight?"

At the front of the entrance, a hooded figure stood tall and assertively. His eyes flickered like red embers, complexion browned from the desert's sun, and rough hair that was a smokey light gray.

The moon shined in from the cracks and under it, he looked ethereal, but like any man that stepped foot in this place, you reckon he's just as disgusting as them all. Scum looking to use others however they please…no regard, nor dignity.

He scans the incense filled hall before his eyes meet yours. Then, he expectantly points to you and anxiety begins to flood you as you're led to a room of thin walls, stolen furniture, and second-hand appliances. Whether you liked it or not, if you wanted to get out of that place, you had to serve any client.

Knowing that, you force away your prejudice for what's in store for you. Just for a chance of a better future. One you felt was dimming with every passing day you were trapped there.

"Good sir," your tongue tasted bitterly at the words, "is there anything I can do for you?"

You finally uttered out, successfully choking back the bile, and saying it with every affection you could muster. However genuine that may be.

"You need not do anything." He replies, seemingly unimpressed as a nonchalant expression coveting his features. "I'm not here for that." His cold demeanor relieves you a bit, but you're not ready to relax just yet. His behavior was setting off suspicion, so not wanting to get reprimanded by the lady who runs the house, you tried to allure him…

He sat across from you on a carpet, and you crawled towards him. Every movement flaunted part of your body, --most that you are confident in-- but given the situation you're in, this act filled you with humiliation.

"Nothing at all?" You forced out, yet again. This time, he looks into your eyes filled with despair. Not for the lack of affection of this stranger, heavens no. This was despair over the fact that you had to grovel and hand over yourself to others for freedom.

This, the man knew.

Before you could reach for his face, he takes your hand firmly and returns it to your side. His hands meet your shoulders and fix the clothes that were sliding off them. Your eyes widened to this. Stunned at how, for once, a person that walked through those doors didn't want to take advantage of you.

"I have no interest." He said lastly, immediately shutting off all doubt in his words. So there, you sat, convinced and estranged.

After such an interaction, you remained silent throughout the entire session. Content in what was a rare, albeit awkward and peaceful time. The time passed painfully slowly though, it was frankly, uneventful. That was until the nearing end,

"Come here" he orders, not harshly, but affirmatively.

Knowing you were without a second choice, you did as told and knelt to his level. His hand reaches for your face, and fearing what you've grown accustomed to, you shut your eyes. Scolding yourself for ever believing in good..

You felt something press on your lips, then nudge itself to the side of your cheek. Your brow raises at this and you decide to open your eyes.

You peer down at the amber eyed man as he uses his thumb to smear your makeup. On your lips, a bit on your eyes..and..there, you were done!

After taking a look at you, the man then runs his hand through your hair, messing it up in the process.

Seemingly satisfied with what he's done, he sighs in content. "Perfect." He mutters.

He then promptly messes his own hair and loosens his clothing, which spells you in further confusion. What is with this man? You couldn't help but think.

Told by your perplexed face, the man says to you, "if we come out like this, you would not be punished by your Madam."

How did he know this? Was he aware of your disingenuous approach to him?

Realizing his intentions, you breathed a soft thank you.

Which served as a reminder for why he's there in the first place. He casts his glance downwards, hints of anger and maybe even shame…you didn't cause that…right?

He inhaled and exhaled heavily. Amber eyes meeting yours, staring dead to the core at your soul, before he opens his mouth to speak,

"What's the longest word in the dictionary?"

You stared at him, your mind racing for an answer.

"Smiles. Because there's a mile between each s."

Silence filled the room surrounding you both. Your mind slowly registering the joke, and then at that, the horror of the situation.

"Pardon?"

"The joke is in that the distance of miles is in the word 'smiles' --so by continuing the pattern of the letters, it is indeed the longest word in the dictionary under the context that the letters 'miles,' is treated by its actual measurement outside of the word."

"Amusing, isn't it?" He concluded, rather too calmly than your liking.

You squint your eyes, brows knitted at him, and mouth frowning.

"I tell jokes whenever the room feels less than atmospheric."

You swallowed the urge to usher him away from you, and sighed in relief. Without thinking, you let out a small chuckle. Not for his terrible joke, but for the bizarity of the matter.

If any onlooker were present in the room right now, their pity for you would have duplicated had they thought that your life was this tragic, you'd genuinely laugh at such an agonizing taste of humor.

Thankfully, there was only one: the gray haired comedian-reject who felt a tinge of pride by your undeserving laugh. Small, yet, one he'll hold onto to make his month.

While you were in thought, he neatly picks himself from the floor, heading to the outside of the room. Before he does however, you reach for his hand, and without fully understanding what you were doing, you asked,

"Will you be back?" His eyes met yours once more, and for the first time in that whole night, he saw hope in them.

"Yes, I have a job to finish after all." He answered, not a single infliction of his voice carried any warmth, and yet, he was somehow reassuring.

After he left, and all the other patrons of the brothel did too, the laborious day had finally come to an end at the brothel.

Your fellow workers were allowed to rest. Their last thought before tiredness overtook them, was of surviving another tomorrow. But you remained by the window, filled with a hope that things will get better. That strange man…

Amusing, isn't it?

You recall those words, and the glint of kindness that those words held from the one who said them.

Thinking about it, you hadn't answered him.

Maybe not for the joke…but for this strange man,

"Yes," you muttered to yourself, "I suppose it was." You replied, holding fondly to the musings that occur under that shining moon night.

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A/N: Part 2 is here.