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Retired farmer! 141 who keep trying to catch the pretty deer that’s stealing all their fruit.
Price finds you tangled up in one of their nets, lips stained purple from their mulberry trees. You stare up at him with wide doe eyes, little frame shaking with fear.
John grips your chin through the net, petting his thumb over your soft skin. “Look what we ‘ave ‘ere.”
His voice is deep, mockingly tilting his head at you as he fake coos. “Poor fawn. Been tryna catch ya’ for weeks, ya’ know that?”
You shake your head, whimpering when he ties your wrists together.
“None of that, you’re lucky I found ya ‘n not Simon. He wouldn’ta been so nice.”
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Deer!reader and retired farmer!141 who, despite Simon’s qualms, come to an agreement after capturing you.
Labor in return for all the fruit you’ve been stealing from them.
Truthfully, it’s not like they needed the help, but watching you tremble like a leaf as they all stood over your frame in their living room, wide-eyed and terrified, John decided he couldn’t harm you. Couldn’t treat you like the average marauder when you pleaded with those doe eyes. He was used to war criminals, not fawn who simply couldn’t resist their saccharine berries.
Johnny argued that you were too much of an innocent thing to hurt!
Simon snarled at the idea—innocent? You’ve been stealing from ‘em for bloody months!