@yoshimoto-love-mail my lil luv, thank you so much for requesting! You know I love your Nina, thank

@yoshimoto-love-mail my lil luv, thank you so much for requesting! You know I love your Nina, thank you for entrusting her to me again - I absolutely love writing for her - JJ x~~~~~~~~~~William Shakespeare x Nina (Requester’s OC):Nina sat on their plush bed, its warmth and comfort not reaching her, her heart only tight and aching with cold and pain, “Will, p-please-!” They wailed, her candyfloss pink eyes not bright and gleeful as they usually would be around her poet: her lover. But rather, Nina’s eyes welled with tears, abundant as of an ocean comprised of sorrow, “Don’t go …”“Nina, mouse of mine,” William Shakespeare sighed exasperatedly, placing his filled suitcase gently down on the floor before wandering over to his lover, his face a perfect mask for the complicated storm of emotion within. His hand was cold, unforgiving, as it caught Nina’s chin between forefinger and thumb and his kiss once it settled on their lips was not loving like it should have been, “Didst I not make it clear, mine darl’ng?” Shakespeare’s thin lips curled into a snarl, his eyes clouded with harsh, unyielding jealously, “Unwilling am I to share thee with another.”The possessive poet strode back across the room, his eyes scanning the bedroom where the couple had shared many a sweet morning kiss and countless breathless nights. “He means nothing to me, William!” Nina raised their shaking voice, standing up with their fists balled in an attempt to stop the tears from falling, their voice quieter and less confident when they spoke again, “You’re the only man I love.” They slowly, and as steadily as she could with the weakness in their knees, crossed the room to reach Shakespeare, hands clasping at the lapels of his coat, an action which forced the playwright to look down into her pretty pink eyes, “Why can’t you let it go, Will? It was one drunken kiss, and I- I’m sure Comte meant nothing by it!” One of Nina’s gentle hands trailing up to cup her lover’s cheek, their thumb brushing his porcelain perfect skin carefully, “It certainly doesn’t mean anything to me. I only want to be with you.”“Then why dost thee stay?”“What?” Nina blinked in confusion, brow furrowed and eyes clear, “I don’t understand, Will.”William sighed deeply again, his delicate hands finding Nina’s hair, long fingers stroking through silken strands of raven and wine. He smelt of cardamom and rose - mature, beautiful and commanding, much like he was, “Flee from this house, Nina. ‘Tis the air, ‘tis perfumed with his scent … it wilst corrupt thine purity.” Shakespeare tugged at Nina’s hair gently yet possessively; controllingly, “Wouldst thee come be mine songbird? Wouldst thee fly into a gilded cage that I hast built for thee and thee alone.” He craned his head down to Nina’s ear, his breath hot against her neck as he whispered huskily, “That thou wouldst be mine and mine alone.”“W-Will,” Nina swallowed thickly, heart tight and aching at the thought of leaving her friends - her found family - behind, “Could … could I have some time to think about it?”William laughed lowly though, his eyes showed no joy, no glee, “Oh mine mouse,” his hand tightened in Nina’s hair for a moment before it trailed downward to lightly squeeze the back of their neck, “How thine naiveté humors me so.” He snarled again, bending his knees so they were now nose to nose, “I didst not intend on giving thee a choice. ‘Tis him or I - Come come, now, mine own little dove, make thine decision.”“I-I,” Nina stuttered, conflicted by the life altering ultimatum that Shakespeare had put on the table - on one hand, she’d keep her lover and their timeless romance would continue to blossom and grow, like a beautiful garden. Though, Nina knew that if they took that path, they’d loose eleven of the best people in her life, and all the joy they gave her, “I choose you, Will.”William grinned, lips curled upward like he were the Cheshire cat leading Alice to the Queen of Hearts’ courtroom, “Good girl,” he almost purred, leaning forward to seal Nina’s decision with a kiss that was sweet and syrupy yet, still cold, “Mine lamb is a clever one, aft’r all.” -- source link

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