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secretlysamcro · 2 months ago

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𝑁𝑜𝑡 𝑆𝑜 𝐿𝑢𝑐𝑘𝑦 | 𝐶ℎ𝑎𝑝𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑡𝑤𝑜

CHAPTER ONE

Black female reader x Jax Teller Possible spoilers, violence, explicit & threatening language, kidnapping (knowing me - eventual smut) & Stockholm syndrome (kinda?) If you’re under the age of 18, haven't finished the show, or dislike any of said topics, please read no further.

“This shit was way easier when you could just flip em open” Happy grunts, hunched over your phone that’s plugged into a charger. His fingers tapping irritably at the screen.

“You gotta use her face...” Juice says, hovering behind him eyeing the phone over his shoulder. "...or her code" Happy shoots him a devilish look before elbowing him out of the way as he heads towards the back of the cabin muttering something under his breath.

The air feels heavier now, more bodies cramped into the cabin. Happy, Juice, Chibs, Rat and Tig all hovering as Jax tries to make sense of the situation. He sinks into one of the cracked leather armchairs, his fingers threading together across his stomach.

Rats lip curls, disgust plain on his face as he reaches inside the damp bag pulling out your ID “Got it�� he says, “Name’s y/n”

“Pretty name” Tig snorts sarcastically “too bad she’s a fuckin’ psycho”

“You dump the body?” Jax’s voice is low, mindful that you’re probably pressing your ear against the door you’re currently locked behind.

Rat nods once “All handled”

“Jackie boy...” Chibs interrupts pacing restlessly, his boots heavy against the floorboards. “...we already told you it’s sorted. What’s not sorted…” he jerks his head towards the room you're currently locked in “…is her”

Tig steps forward, dramatically pointing at the angry scratch marks running down his cheek “you see what she did? Sugars got claws. She’s trouble”

Jax rubs his hand over his mouth exhaling slowly through his nose, his patience clearly thinning. He shifts in his chair, eyes flicking back to Happy “you in that phone yet?”

Happy's face twists in annoyance. “No luck boss. Need her face…or code”

All eyes then land on Jax, waiting for his response. He doesn’t move from the chair just leans back settling deeper into it. “Chibs...you’re up”

Before Chibs can even take a step, Tig perks up from his spot grinning like a fucking lunatic. "Ooo, let me, let me!" he says, his voice laced with mockery. "I'd love another one on one with our lil' firecracker"

Jax doesn't even respond, just cuts his eyes over to Tig. Cold and sharp. The kind of look that says no fucking way. Then his gaze flicks back over to Chibs.

"Don't touch her. Just get her to give you the code...Hap pass him the phone"

Chibs catches it mid air, his brow raised slightly "and if she doesn't?"

"Then..." His voice is still quite, but the weight of it hits heavy. "...we make her"

The lock clicks open.

You sit up straighter without meaning to, your instincts kicking in as the door swings open and someone new steps inside. He's older, wiser eyes, lean and scarred with a face that looks like its seen more fights than peace. He shuts the door behind him gently. Doesn't speak, Doesn't rush. Just walks towards you, the air shifting as he move closer. You stay on the bed, your body tense and eyes locked on him as he moves around, stopping in front of you.

"You've got ten seconds to give me the code" he says, his voice flat and his accent strong enough to cut glass.

You blink, eyes wide on him "What?"

"Your phone" His Scottish tone stretches the syllables out. "Give me. The passcode."

You huff out a short breath, disbelief evident in the way you do it. “You must be joking"

He takes a single step closer, "Do I look like I'm fuckin' jokin lass?"

Your heart picks up, the walls suddenly feeling smaller now. The space between you tighter. Your eyes meet his, as you refuse to flinch. "And if i dont?"

He doesn't miss a beat "Then I drag you out there in front of the others, force your face to the screen and unlock it that way. Don't be dense. Just give me the code"

You exhale a low mocking laugh, leaning back slightly "Sounds fun"

He doesn't move. Doesn't smile. Just stares at you, like he's deciding whether you're bluffing, or just really that fucking difficult.

"Guess you want it the hard way, aye?" he mutters, not waiting for a response.

The moment you’re pushed in, every eye snaps to you.

Happy steps forward at Chib's nod, silent as always but already reaching for your wrists. You thrash, trying to twist out of his grip but its no use. He grabs you and yanks your arms behind your back like its nothing.

"Hold’a still" Chibs growls, gabbing your phone off the table and shoving it in front of your face. You shut your eyes tight.

Chibs presses the phone closer "Open. Your. Fucking. Eyes" Happy begins tightening his grip behind you, forcing you to grunt, but still you refuse.

They're all there now, Jax leaning against a cabinet in the far corner, his arms crossed and face unreadable. You don't look at him for long though, you cant.

"She still not talking?" Tig says, stepping forward getting the silent confirmation from Jax before he does, he straightens, then without a warning, the hardest fucking slap.

It comes out of nowhere, hot and hard across your cheek. You let out a gasp, your head jerking to the side, the taste of blood flooding your mouth, the sting immediate and the fear following right after. Real fear, not the kind you could smirk your way through.

"I will keep goin' until you're spitting blood, begging for me to stop, and no one. Not even golden boy over there is gonna stop me" He says, leaning in, grabbing your jaw and forcing your face upwards in Jax’s direction. "Go ahead..." he whispers "...try him" And that's exactly what you do, your eyes flicker to him almost instinctively, hoping, maybe for something, anything. But there's nothing, he doesn't flinch, doesn't say a word.

"Still holding out on me baby?" Tig whines mockingly with a grin that makes your skin crawl, snapping your attention back to him. The second slap landing harder, your hands fighting behind your back still in the grasp of Happy.

"You think I won’t make shit worse for you?" his curls brush your forehead, that’s how close he is to you.

Your chest tightens, throat closing because in this moment, it was clear Jax wasn't going to stop it, wasn't going to step in. He was going to let them break you. So when you finally tell Tig the code, your voice cracks softly as blood smears across your lips in place of your favorite gloss.

Happy directs you back to the room, his grip still tight enough to bruise. He doesn't say anything just marches you through the hallway like cargo. As he pushes you back through the doorway you've learnt to hate, your feet catch slightly, you spin around just before he closes the door, your eyes meeting, as you search for something. Anger, remorse, humanity, anything.

For a second, he says still stays silent. Then, without emotion "Sorry" he mumbles. Not an apology, just a word, empty, almost mechanical. And then, the door shuts, the lock clicks, and you're alone, again.

On the other side of the cabin, Jax is sat slouched in one of the old wooden chairs. Your phone balances on his knee, fingers still scrolling. Missed calls, a handful of texts and notifications. Not huge amounts, just enough to show you weren't invisible. That someone would notice if you didn't come home.

Cece: 𝙶𝚒𝚛𝚕 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚍𝚒𝚍 𝚞 𝚐𝚘? Cece: 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚖𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚞𝚛 𝚑𝚘𝚖𝚎 Cece: 𝚕𝚒𝚕 𝚑𝚘𝚎 𝚊𝚜𝚜 Teala: 𝚔𝚗𝚎𝚠 𝚢𝚘𝚞 n 𝚢𝚘 𝚜𝚕𝚞𝚝𝚝𝚢 𝚊𝚜𝚜 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚐𝚘𝚗𝚗𝚊 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚏𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚒𝚗 𝚐𝚞𝚢 Teala: 𝚋𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚏𝚎 𝚋bg. 𝙽𝚘𝚝 𝚜𝚘 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚝𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚕𝚊 𝚗𝚎𝚡𝚝 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚕. 𝙱𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚏𝚎. 𝚑𝚒𝚝 𝚖𝚎 𝚞𝚙 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚞𝚛 𝚑𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚕𝚢

He makes sure to read each text carefully, slower than necessary, studying the way you type, picking up your tone like it was another language. Blunt and chaotic but also affectionate. In the way only close friends could get away with, so he tries his best to match it as close as he could, nothing over the top, no suspicious shit, just you.

y/n: 𝚙𝚑𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚎𝚍 𝚕𝚖𝚊𝚘 𝚒𝚖 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚘! 𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚗'𝚝 𝚖𝚎𝚊𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚒𝚙 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚒𝚖 𝚜𝚊𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚎𝚎. 𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚞 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚒𝚖 𝚑𝚘𝚖𝚎 y/n: 𝚜𝚒𝚐𝚗𝚊𝚕 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚜𝚑 𝚕𝚘𝚕. 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚒𝚖 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍! 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚎𝚎𝚎 𝚞

He let it sit for a minute, before turning off your location and putting it into airplane mode. No one replied straight away but he knew the damage control was enough, for now at least. He locks your phone and lets it rest on his thigh, bouncing lightly with the anxious rhythm of his leg.

Happy sighs from the corner, sprawled in a chair like he fucking owns it. "Anything to eat in this place?"

Everyone turns to look at him. Dead silence. The 'really brother?' kinda silence.

Jax looks up from where he's still sat, one hand resting on the back of his neck. "Probably not. Ain't been up here in a while. And if there is, its probably growin' teeth" he responds, his voice dry.

Happy grunts, patting his stomach "Figures"

"I can ride out, grab something?" Juice offers, already standing like his own hunger has made the decision for him.

Jax glances towards him, his jaw ticking. The realisation that you haven't eaten, or even drunk anything since they found you in that alley, pissing in a corner. He breathes through his nose, pushing himself upwards as he digs his wallet out from under him.

"Alright..." he says, tossing a wad of bills towards Juice "Grab enough for all of us"

Juice catches the cash mid air, already half way to the front door.

"Rat, go with him" Jax adds, as he follows them to the front, then he stops, his voice low, looking directly at Juice.

"When I said all of us, I meant all of us" he says his words slow, giving juice the chance to catch up. “For her too” Jax speaks softly this time. Juice pauses. Confusion spreading across his face.

“You got a problem with that, Juice?” Jax questions, moving into a defensive stance.

“Nope” Juice shoots back, shaking his head.

You were still sat on the edge of the bed, not really sure how long it had been since Happy shoved you back in here. Time didn't feel real at the moment. Your lip was still bleeding, though dry in some spots. Every time you moved your mouth just a little, it would crack open again. Your cheek still throbbed from Tig's slaps, and your whole face felt hot and puffy, the bruises still hiding beneath your melanin.

Your tongue moves along the inside of your mouth, tasting blood. The coppery taste making your stomach twist. You haven't eaten, haven't had a drink, you haven't even slept. You were dizzy, limbs heavy and your throat was dry as fuck. But even with all that, it wasn't the worst part. You stand slowly, trying to ignore the pulse of pain in your hip. Still sore from the way you were slammed into the back of the van. The oversized clothes cling to your body, unfamiliar and uncomfortable. Part of you wondering whose clothes these are. Were they his? Did they belong to Jax? The one who’s clearly in charge, even when he doesn’t speak. The one who killed without blinking, the one who’s shown you the most respect, if that’s what you can call it…but still somehow manages to get under your skin worse than any of them.

You were halfway to the bathroom when the door creakes open again. “What are you tryin’ to do now?” He asks stepping inside. A hint of irritation in his voice, like he was exhausted just by seeing you on your feet. He doesn’t wait for an answer, just shuts the door behind him, then makes his way to the nightstand, dropping a brown paper bag and a water bottle onto it. The smell hits you like another slap, it smells good. Too fucking good.

You spin to face him but avoid his eyes. “I’m not tryna do anything” your tone sharper now “You didn’t notice the busted lip?”

He makes a noise in response. Something between amusement and annoyance, then drops himself onto the the bed. The one place that finally started feeling safe to you, now invaded.

You hover over the sink a while, letting the water run through your fingers before cleaning your lip up the best you can. When you were done, you turn off the tap and lean in the doorway, the same spot he’d guarded earlier whilst you were naked and vulnerable.

“You know…” you begin, arms folded across your chest like you were trying to hold yourself in “…I’m starting to think you are some kinda perv”

Jax looks up at you, his eyebrows pulling together in a mix of confusion and offence. “The fuck’s that spose to mean?”

“Earlier…you wouldn’t let me shower alone” you shoot back “…sat there with your foot in the door like I was gonna climb through the drain or some shit. Pretendin' not to look, but since then, you’ve left me alone completely…” you shift on your feet, eyes narrowing “…so what was that? You curious or somethin?”

He scoffs like the accusation was beneath him, but the way he swings his jaw gives him away. “I wasn’t pretending not to look” he says, tone sharper. “I didn’t look”

“Then how’d you know about the tattoo?”

The question hit him almost as hard as one of Tig’s slaps. His mouth opens slightly like he had something to say, but nothing would come out. “I didn’t…” he starts, shaking his head “…it wasn’t on purpose, if that’s what you’re tryin’ to suggest”

You move forward now, just a little. “And then you stood there watchin' whilst your boy slapped the fuck outta me”

He stands up fast, too fast. Shoes slamming against the floor as he crosses the room, standing inches from you. “I’m not their fucking master” his voice is low but fierce “they do what they want.”

You didn’t back down. You lifted your chin, eyes locked on his now. “I saw the nod.”

His nostrils flare in anger “I didn’t know he was gonna hit you!”

“You coulda stopped it.”

“You should’ve opened your fucking eyes when Chibs asked.” he barks back, trying to pin the outcome on anyone but him.

You push your finger hard into the ‘President’ patch on his chest. “YOU SHOULDA STOPPED IT!”

He shifts slightly under your touch, his teeth clenched and his jaw twitching like he’s trying to hold back. And in that moment, he sees it in your face. The fire, the fear. The way you were trying to hold yourself together with nothing but pride and adrenaline. He takes a breath, stepping back.

He doesn’t know why he’s having this argument with you. Why he’s still standing here, letting you get under his skin. Because it would be so much easier to end it. One move. One bullet. Clean and simple. But you? You’re not simple. There’s something about the way you look at him. Like you’re trying to figure him out, like you don’t fear him enough. And that? That makes him hesitate.

He should've walked out. He'd dropped the food off, given you water, he should've left as soon as he did. That was the plan, no lingering, no conversation, no more making him feel some kinda way with those eyes and that fucking mouth of yours.

You were still pissed, still standing in the doorway with your arms crossed like a shield and the fire simmering behind your eyes, throwing daggers like you didn't have a reason to be afraid of him. And fuck, he hated that. He told himself none of this was personal, that it had to be done. They needed the code, you weren't talking and time was short, and the club? always comes first.

But now, looking at you, the strong facade you once had, now cracking at the seams, he felt something twist in his chest. His eyes drop, he doesn’t mean to, but it was right there. The smallest shimmer of blood still clutched to your skin. Before he even knew what he was doing, his hand was moving. He reaches up, slow and careful, wiping the blood away with his thumb. It was nothing, barely a touch. A second, maybe even less. But in that moment, everything stopped.

You go still. Entirely still. His touch is warm and solid, the pad of his thumb drags lightly across your skin, and for a second, just a fucking second, you stop feeling like the hostage. He stops feeling like the one who'd let Tig hit you, who instructed you to be thrown in the van. Stops feeling like the man who still might kill you if the club decides on it.

There was no excuse. No reason for him to have touched you like that. You weren't grateful. You were confused. Confused and fucked up from too many hours locked in too much silence, running out of ways to protect yourself from whatever the fuck this is.

He pulls his hand back like it hurt to touch you. Heat crawling up the back of his neck. What the fuck was he doing? You were the girl he was holding captive. The girl who saw too much. Who should've been handled hours ago. The girl whose blood was still on his hands, whether he touched you or not.

You don't say a word as you move past him. Your shoulder doesn't brush his, but its close. Close enough to feel the heat radiating off his body. Close enough to catch the faint scent of leather and smoke that clung onto him like it was stitched into his skin. You don't look up, don’t thank him, you just step towards the food.

You sit back down on the bed, opening the bag with trembling hands, as you begin eating like your body finally remembered it was starving. The burger was nearly cold, the fries limp, but it didn't matter. In this moment, it tasted so fucking good. And the water? fucking sacred.

He watches you for a short while as you eat. Doesn’t say anything, just watches. Then slowly he walks towards the door, his hand touching the handle, already running away from the tension that had built up in the room after that fucking touch. But before he could leave, you stop him.

"Jax?" His name coming out of your mouth for the first time does something to him, and to you.

He stops, doesn't turn right away, just stands there with his back to you. You swallow what's left in your mouth, wiping your fingers on the bag. "I grew up around shit like this..." you say, your voice sounding more calm now. "...Not the leather, not the bikes and all that tough guy bullshit..." He turns round, rubbing his jaw, preparing to listen. "...But the loyalty, the rules. No cops, no snitching. Handle your own. I'm not dumb Jax... I know what happens to people who run their mouths. I'm not new to that"

He steps closer, his eyes searching your face. You cant read him, and he cant read you. Not fully. But there was definitely something there. "I'm not a problem Jax..." you add. No venom in your voice this time. Just exhaustion and the truth. "I just wanna go home..."

He doesn't move at first. Just stands there with that weight in his eyes, like the guilt is taking over. Then, without saying a word, he steps forward, slow and controlled. You watch his every move, unsure of what the fuck he thought he was doing until he bent down in front of you. One knee, and then the other, his airforces creasing in all the wrong places. His face was serious, none of that smugness, none of that charm.

"That guy I shot..." he starts, his voice low and gritty "...he wasn't a nobody" You say nothing, just keep watching him, waiting.

"He had pull. Shit you wouldn't even believe. People behind him that don't ask questions. They start wars. And if this gets out...if someone talks..." he stops, shaking his head like saying it out loud pisses him off. "I't aint just gonna be the one dead body"

You swallow, not out of fear but because of the way his tone had changed. He wasn't trying to scare you anymore, he was trying to explain, trying to make you understand how deep this shit really is.

"I shouldn't even be telling you this..." he sighs "but I can't stand here and pretend like this shit aint bad. You saw it. All of it. That puts you right in the middle whether you meant to be or not" he looks up at you now, really looking. "I don't want to hurt you y/n"

Y/N.

Not ‘Lucky’, not some detached nickname he used once or twice. He said your name like it meant something. Like he knew the weight it carried, like he was trying to pull you closer without even touching you.

You stare at him, blinking slowly. Then your lips part "Too late for that, dont you think?"

He looks to the ground, the muscles flexing in his jaw, but he doesn't respond.

"Maybe you didn't put your hands on me" you add, leaning forward slightly, just enough to make him on edge "But you let it happen. You've let all this happen" You can see it in his face, how he wants to say something. An excuse, maybe a defence, but you weren't finished. "You say you don't wanna hurt me, but this..." you point around the room. "...this whole situation hurts."

He exhales hard, slow and tense. But doesn't break eye contact. Not once.

"I'm not some doe eyed bitch who needs you to make me feel safe" you say finally "if you're gonna kill me, then stop wasting time and do it. But don't you dare sit there and lie to me like you're doing me some kinda fucking favour” your voice cracks with the last two words contradicting what you’ve just said. He stands slow, pushing a hand through his hair. You thought he might leave again, slam the door and let shit simmer. But he doesn't. Instead, the mattress dips beside you. His thigh presses against yours, warm and solid. A contrast to how fucking cold this rooms been since the second they threw you in here. You didn't look at him, not right away. But you felt him.

"You're different, Lucky" he mutters, rubbing the stubble on his jaw. His voice rough and tired "Could tell from the second you stepped outta that van. Somethin' about how you held yourself...I didn't get it at first..." he turns his body a little, eyes on you again. "...then you go and say all that shit, growing up around shit like this. Makes sense now"

You scoff under your breath, shaking your head, but he keeps going. "I don't regret what I did..." He notices how your mouth twitches in that bitter and sharp way. "...I ain't talkin' about you gettin' hurt. Or seein too much. I mean him, the man you saw." He leans in, just slightly. Enough to force your eyes to meet his.

"If you really understand this life" he says "then you know sometimes it's about makin' calls that don't come with clean endings. My job is to protect my family, my club. And that's what you saw." His hand finds your thigh, resting there softly which makes your heart beat faster than you liked. It wasn't a possesive or forceful touch. Just there, steady. A somewhat grounding presence in a situation built on everything wrong. But still, you didn't move, didn't tell him to move.

"You were in the wrong place at the wrong fuckin' time. That's all this is. But im trying to fix it, trying to do it without any more blood shed." His hand slips away, like he realised what he was doing. Your skin still buzzing with the echo of his touch.

"It aint just about me and my family..." he adds "...its about the club, those guys out there. Their families. There's weight on all of this that you can't even begin to understand. So please, y/n im askin' just do what we ask, what they ask. Cooperate. Help me keep this shit from spiralin' any further" He pauses, looking at you and you can tell he means every single word.

You nod slowly, the shift in him sitting heavy in your chest. The words don’t feel manipulative or like a tactic. They felt honest, raw, real. Your bottom lip quivers before you can stop it, your head tilts back as your eyes burn, willing the tears away but one breaks free anyway. And he noticed, of course he fucking did. He reached out, touching you again, this time slower, even more gentle.

Wiping away the tear before it fell fully. "Don't…" he murmurs, “…don’t cry” it comes out as barely a whisper. His hand still there, feather light but noticeable. You should pull away, should remind him, and yourself that he wasn't your saviour. He was the reason you were here, but you don't.

You can't.

His thumb hovers against your jaw, the warmth of his hand trailing down the side of your neck, resting just below your ear. He doesn't move, not even an inch. Just watches you with those tired, too blue eyes that said things he wasn’t gonna say aloud. He looked at you like he saw it now. All of it. Not just the attitude. Not the mouth. Not the problem he had to clean up. He sees the person, the life behind your eyes. The shit you've survived long before he ever laid eyes on you. And maybe it doesn’t involve leather and bikes, but it feels like it could be fucking similar.

Your breath catches somewhere between your throat and your chest. His face was so close, like he was leaning in before he'd already realised he was doing it. And still...you didn't stop him. You didn't care that it was wrong. That this man holds your fate in his hands. That nothing about this was normal, or safe or even fucking sane. You wanted his mouth on yours, wanted the silence to break by any means necessary. His lips graze yours, barely. Just enough for you to taste his breath.

Jax pushes back from you so hard the mattress groans under the sudden movement. "Fuck" he breathes out, so broken you barely recognise his voice. His hands braced on his hips and his head dropped low like he was trying to physically hold himself together. He adjusts his jeans roughly then runs his palms down his sides, straightening his kutte.

"You're fuckin' trouble" he says, almost laughing, almost angry. He shakes his head like he cant fucking believe how close he just came to making a mistake that would cross the fucking line.

You stand up, arms crossing over your chest again, eyes pinned on him like you're trying to read his mind. Because what the fuck was that? You move towards the door, leaning back against the wall just by it, knowing he'll be heading out any second now, running from whatever the fuck just almost happened.

Jax pulls out a pack of smokes, tapping it lazily against his palm before pulling one out with his teeth. He flicks the the lighter once, then twice but its no use. It's a small thing, but you notice it. His hands aren't steady, not like they usually are. Not like the cocky man you've come to know since this whole nightmare started.

You step forward before you can overthink it, taking the lighter from his hand. You flick it once, the flame jumping to life as you lift it to the cigarette hanging from his mouth. He leans in slightly, letting you light it for him, his eyes locked on yours the whole time. That same unreadable look sitting behind his eyes. "Thanks" the words come out slow, before he takes a long drag and then offers it to you between two fingers.

You shake your head, a small tired smile playing at the corner of your mouth "Nah...im good, thank you"

He tucks the lighter and the pack back into the inside pocket of his kutte, clearing his throat like hes trying to shove the tension back down. He paces towards the door, pulling it open just enough to stick his head out, checking the hallway.

He glances back at you, one last time. That easy, fucking dangerous grin back on his face. The one that shows he's back in control. At least, for now.

"You look good in my shit by the way" he says, voice dripping with that cocky tone, nodding to the clothes hanging off your frame.

Then, he steps out, the door locking shut behind him, and you missing his presence just as quick. You tell yourself it was because he was the one in charge, the one calling the shots, the one you were most familiar with and that's why you’re focus stayed with him.

You didn't trust him, not even a little. But part of you...wanted too.

No matter how wrong it felt.

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My plan for shorter parts, obviously didn’t last.

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xoxo secretly samcro

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oh-look-at-her · 1 year ago

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"Use that on me."

Pairing: billy the kid x reader

Warnings: profanity, PinV, unprotected sex (don't be stupid, just babyproof it), dom! And sub! Dynamics, gun play, creampie, degradation, mocking, name calling(i think), small oral fixation if you squint, reader is female

tell me if i missed anything!

Description: despite Billy being a cowboy, he's a sweetheart, especially to you. He treats you like you're a porcelain doll and always makes you feel worshipped. You follow him on his unconventional journeys and tonight, you're staying in an abandoned shack in the woods and your mind wanders to unexplored waters.

A/N: Alright, it's finally here! I'm sorry, it took a bit longer to write than I thought it would when I posted the teaser of this story. I originally planned this to go a bit different, but I'm overall pretty happy with how it turned out even if it did take its own course of action a bit. The ending is a bit rocky, I know, I'm also sorry for that. Regardless of all that, I hope you guys like it! I'd love to hear your opinions or points I can improve on! Lastly I want to say; bear with me, English is not my first language, but I think I checked about everything. I appreciate feedback and if I have anything wrong, please don't hesitate to tell me!

"Use that one me." there it was. It spilled out. You had been thinking it for the last week and now it just slipped out. You were sitting up from the floor which you had covered with blankets in an attempt to make it more comfortable. You had been staring at Billy's gun holster for a while. He had been innocently going on about the road ahead. The journey that would start the day after.

"What?" he hadn't noticed how you kept eyeing his gun. He hadn't noticed how your eyes had glazed over with lust, just thinking about what he could do to you if he tried. He most certainly hadn't noticed how it made you restless. Your body tingled and your skin was on fire.

"I want you to be mean to me. I want you to fuck me like you mean it...and I want you to use your gun on me." A rush of adrenaline had taken over your mind. Or maybe it was just arousal? Who knows? You most certainly don't care.

Billy looks concerned. "W-what? Why?" He mumbles.

You look at him reassuringly. "Oh baby, you know you're always so sweet to me and I love that. But... I don't know, I just..." you don't know what else to say, but it looks like he's understood what you meant.

Billy looks at you for another moment, a bit dumbfounded, before getting up from the floor and walking towards the chair over which his gun holster was hanging. He slowly wraps his fingers around the base of his gun and takes it out of the holster. He looks at it intently before looking back at you.

"You want me...to use this one you?" You nod. "Why?"

You ponder that for a moment, thinking back to all the times he's held that gun up to people's heads. The look in his eyes...was mesmerizing. The lowering of his brows, the tilting of his head, the tug of a smirk on his lips.... So, you tell him exactly that.

He chuckles for a moment at your confession, looking down at the weapon in his hands. It’s a low chuckle, one you had never heard come from his lips before, sultry and enchanting. Your mind runs crazy at the sound. He kneels down in front of you, as you're still sitting on the floor and he looks at you for a moment, analyzing your features.

"You sure about this, Darlin'?" He asks in that same goddamned tone of voice. You nod eagerly at his question, your thighs discreetly rubbing together for any type of friction you could get.

He notices the small movement but doesn't say anything as he gets closer to you, until he's right on top of you and you're face to face with him. He looks into your eyes lovingly for a moment before putting his attention towards the gun still in his right hand.

Slowly, he traces your collarbone with the tip of his gun, testing the waters. When you breathe out a sigh of content, his eyes meet yours again and he knows that what he's doing is exactly what you want.

He slowly traces the gun from your shoulder to your collarbone again. From your collarbone to your neck and from your neck to your jaw. All the while, keeping eye contact with you and noticing how you're reacting to it.

You close your eyes, humming as a small content smile graces your lips. Billy watches every movement you make with the utmost interest. It spurs him on as he brings the barrel of the gun to your lips. You open your mouth obediently, something he hadn’t expected but he didn’t awfully mind. He pushes the gun to lie on top of your tongue. You twirl your tongue around it and Billy can’t help but think about what that pretty tongue of yours would feel like on his cock.

He feels the room getting hot and his pants tightening at these thoughts. But, fuck, are you pretty with your mouth open for him. His innocent girl with a gun in her mouth all because she begged for it. He never could’ve imagined this happening, the poor boy. Not in his wildest dreams. He was surprised, maybe even a bit repulsed at first, but seeing you like this for him is something he can most definitely get on board with.

You go on to suckle gently on the gun and it drives Billy absolutely insane. “Fuck, baby, you’re so pretty like this.” He murmurs to you and you smile. He pulls the gun from your mouth and admires the sheen of spit on it. “Absolutely disgusting.” He whispers to himself and your thighs clench together once more at his words because it is disgusting. You are filthy for wanting him to do this to you.

You just don’t care. You want him to do these things and you couldn’t care less about whether it’s bad or not. If anything, it spurs you on. It’s humiliating, but so, so good.

“Take that off, baby.” He gestures to your nightgown. You quickly obey, surprised by his sudden demanding tone of voice. The usual sweet Billy is no longer there and right now, you very much do not mind. You slip the nightgown off your shoulders, exposing your chest and Billy’s eyes catch on the sight before drifting further down as you push the nightgown off of you. You’re bare before him now and his eyes continue to wander. He’d never done that before. He said he always wanted to be respectful and didn’t want to make you uncomfortable.

He was right, it did make you uncomfortable, but not in the way he had probably imagined. You grow shy under his gaze, but secretly, you love the way he’s looking at you. Hungry, like a predator admiring its prey and playing with it. But that’s not what makes you uncomfortable, no, the growing heat between your legs is what is making you uncomfortable and Billy had barely even touched you.

God, what would it be like when he finally does touch you? Your cheeks flush pink at the thought. Billy notices, of course he does. “What is it, honey? Don’t tell me you’re gettin’ flustered already. Prettiest girl I’ve ever seen and I can’t even look at her for a bit without ‘er gettin’ shy?” He’s teasing you, mocking almost. You furrow your eyebrows in frustration at his words and he chuckles. He moves to lie down next to you.

“Come here.” He demands, patting his thigh. You obey quickly, scrambling to move on top of him and straddle his lap. You’re naked on top of him and he’s fully dressed. When you’re travelling, he always stays fully dressed at night, just in case someone sees you both. He lets you wear a nightgown as you please, though. Right now, this proves to be a big contrast and it’s setting your mind on fire. You paw at his clothes and a smirk graces his lips at the desperation on your face. He likes it.

He holds up the gun that was still in his hand, tracing it from your belly to your chest. He smoothes it over your hardened nipple, making you shiver at the feel of the cold metal against your unusually warm skin.

“Might I remind you that I am the one with the gun in their hand right now, darlin’?” he props his left hand to rest behind his head as he continues to move the gun over your smooth skin. Your collarbone, your belly, your neck, anywhere he could reach. The suspense builds up and you can feel your stomach doing backflips as you close your eyes, soothing into the metal touch. But then…. click.

One short ‘click’ sound makes your eyes shoot open. He loaded the gun. Your eyes dart towards his face, a daring smirk on his lips, knowing exactly that that sound would’ve startled you. A shiver runs down your spine at the realization that the gun is actually dangerous right now. He could accidentally pull the trigger and hurt you….you like it.

“What is it, baby? You scared? I won’t hurt you, darlin’. Not unless you ask me to.” Those last words drive you insane and he can see you can’t take it anymore. You paw at his clothes once more, but he gives in this time. He gently lies the gun down next to him and sits up with you still on his lap. You stare at his hands as they slowly but surely unbutton his shirt, finally revealing some delicious skin to you. Once he’s unbuttoned the shirt, it takes everything in you to not start biting and sucking at his skin as he takes it off.

Billy sees the look in your eyes resembling hunger and he smiles to himself. He looks at you for a moment, letting you admire him, before saying; “If you want me to take these pants off, you’re gon’ have to get off of me, baby.” He chuckles as you eagerly climb off of him and he finally takes off his pants, leaving you staring at his obvious hard-on through his underwear.

“Yeah, you want that off too, baby?” he asks in a degrading tone of voice, mocking your desperation as if he hadn’t purposely been building up the tension inside you.

You nod frantically, a small whine escaping your lips at the thought and the degrading tone of his voice. Bily’s surprised at the sheer desperation of you. I mean, just look at you! Sitting there on your knees on the ground right next to him, breathing heavily and a slight sheen of sweat already covering your body, your nipples hardened and eyes low to solely focus on him. It’s driving him insane.

He quickly takes off his underwear at your confirmation, finally lying naked before you. You drink the picture up like you’re a traveler in the desert that hasn’t seen water in days. You climb onto him, your eyes locking with his before pulling him in for a kiss. The kiss is full of desperation and desire as you swirl your tongue over his bottom lip and lick into his mouth as if you’re delirious at the taste of him (which you must admit, is not entirely inaccurate). He deepens the kiss by pulling you in by the neck, his hand having snaked behind you to firmly grasp you and move you as he pleases.

When you come up to catch your breath, he looks at you mischievously. He wants you so bad… but he wants to play with you for a bit. After all, you did ask him to use his gun on you.

He suddenly flips you both around so he’s on top now, grasping his gun in the process so you don’t land on it. It is still loaded, after all. You look up at him adoringly and it melts his heart for a moment. You try to pull him in for another kiss, but he stops you and lets his gun sit on your lips again.

“Just hold on, honey. Didn’t you tell me you want me to use my gun on you?” you nod, eager to find out what your darling boyfriend has planned for you. He smiles at your obedience and then focuses on the gun still resting on your lips. He slowly drags it down again. Down your jaw, your neck, your collarbone, your nipple, your belly button… He’s nestled between your legs now, the tip of the gun resting right underneath your belly button.

His gaze flashes to your pussy, your clit already red and swollen, begging to be touched and your pretty hole already so wet with anticipation. “Look at that, baby. You’re so pretty and wet for me, aren’t ya?” he dips his head down slowly and unexpectedly licks a stripe from your hole to your clit, moaning at your taste and making you mewl at the sudden pleasure.

He looks up at you, admiring the pretty look on your face at his sudden action. “hey baby?” you answer with a breathy ‘yeah’. “can I try somethin’?” you pause for a moment, curious as to what this ‘something’ is, but you quickly say yes at his proposal. He smiles and sits up, slowly dragging the gun with him.

The gun traces down… slowly down to where your pretty clit is aching for Billy to just touch. When the cold metal touches your clit, you squeal softly in surprise, the sensation foreign to you. Bily quickly asks if you’re okay, but the only answer you give him is a low and breathy moan accompanied by a smile.

He traces the gun lower… all the way to your pretty hole. The barrel of the gun catches on it and teases your entrance slowly, warming you up to the feel of it. Soft moans and whines erupt from your mouth and Bily can’t get enough of the sight before him. You, your legs spread out for him, his gun between them, your pretty face while you make those delicious sounds for him. It spurs him on to do what he does next.

He stops teasing your entrance with the gun for a second, but before you can protest or whine about it, he slowly pushes the tip of his gun inside you. Yes, he did it ever so slowly, but he’s having you mewl and moan for him so easily. He slowly keeps pushing the gun inside you (while still making sure you’re okay the entire time) until it’s in as far as it can get. At this point, you’re a puddle for him, all lust and desire for him and your brain has turned to mush.

The gun is soaking with your juices at this point and you feel so good all filled up by it. Billy slowly starts moving the gun out of you until only the tip is left inside you. A guttural moan rips from your throat when he pushes it inside you fully again. He starts fucking you with it, setting a slow but deep pace that has you squirming for more. His dick is growing impossibly hard at the sight before him and he can’t take it anymore. He slowly pulls the gun out of you now, carefully depositing it off to the side.

He slowly drags his finger through your folds, gathering your wetness before stroking his cock with it, spreading your arousal over it. The sight of him pumping his cock in his hand right in front of you has you delirious.

“Baby…” you mewl, reaching for him. “What is it, honey?” he asks gently, “What do you want?”

“Please fuck me.” You say directly and he smiles at that, leaning down to met your gaze. “Yeah?” he asks, slowly dragging his cock through your folds, teasing you and making your moan softly. Your hips buck up into him and he laughs at you. He laughs at you, how mean. You enjoy it, though. You like it when you feel degraded by him.

“Yes, please honey, please…” you beg and he smiles before finally pushing inside you. He stretches you out slowly. Your mouth hangs open and your eyes roll back, a guttural moan escapes you when he bottoms out. He pauses for a moment to let you adjust, but god, is he stretching you out good.

“Fuck, you feel so good, baby. My pretty pussy is so wet for me.” he slowly starts moving in and out of you, making you mewl.

” And all because I fucked you with my gun?” His thrusts speed up and you scratch his back as you moan with every one. He grabs your thighs and proceeds to wrap your legs around his waist, making his cock hit a spot impossibly deep inside you.

“You’re filthy, you know that?” he sets a brutal pace, his thrusts hitting that spongy spot inside you so well every time. You cry out and he admires the expression on your face, brows furrowed, jaw slack, eyes rolled back, a hot blush spreading across your cheeks, a sheen of sweat coating your skin.

“Gettin’ off on me threatening you with my goddamned gun" he curses and he can feel you tightening around him at his words, having caught on to the fact that you like it when he says these things to you.

You’re going insane at this rate and you can feel the coil in your stomach tightening already. “I didn’t expect my sweet girl to like those things.” he states, obviously out of breath. "Turn around, baby." He demands before pulling out of you. You whine at the sudden emptiness, but you do as he says, propping yourself up on your knees and resting your head down on the makeshift pillow below you.

He kneels behind you, admiring the way your back is arched and the way your pussy is soaked for him before teasing your entrance with the tip of his dick again. You're about to complain about him not fucking you yet when he suddenly pushes inside you and bottoms out in one thrust.

Your face is pushed down into the pillow and your eyes roll to the back of your skull as he keeps fucking you, setting the same brutal pace as before. He bottomed out every single time, sending waves of pleasure to your core and you can feel your orgasm starting to build quickly.

You try to tell him that you're close, but all that leaves your mouth is moans and rambles. Your brain is foggy with pleasure, but he gets what you're trying to say. "What is it, darlin'? You close? What do you need?" He asks in a mocking tone of voice. You just answer with a whine.

He chuckles at your reaction before reaching in front of you to slowly rub at your clit. You mewl and squirm at the sensation, feeling the coil winding impossibly tighter. Billy's thrusts grow sloppy and you can tell he's about to cum as well.

He sets a fast, calculated pace at rubbing your clit. "Fuck, baby, you're squeezing me like a vice." You whine at his words. "I'm gonna cum inside you." he curses at the thought. "Fuck, I'm gonna fill you up so good, honey."

He's thrusting into you at an ungodly pace and his skilled fingers rubbing your clit is just too much. You cry out as your orgasm washes over you. Your cunt clamps down on Billy's dick, coating him with your cum.

he moans and fucks you through your orgasm. "Shit, baby, I'm gonna come." The movement of his hips stutter as he comes, filling you up just like he said he would, slowly pushing his cum deep inside you with every thrust.

You whine. You're overstimulated and you can't take any more. you claw at his back and he slowly pulls out. "Hey honey, you okay?" he asks gently, cupping your cheek with his hand. you nod and sigh, too tired to keep your eyes open.

Billy lies down next to you, holding you close to him. your sweaty bodies tangle as you both calm down and you both lie there for a while.

"Well." Billy starts after a bit. "That was... unexpected." You chuckle at his words and murmur a small 'yeah' in return.

"Why haven't we done that before?" He asks incredulously. You outright laugh at his question.

"Did you like it then?"

"Absolutely."

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no-hhamani · 1 year ago

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Title: Home

Ship: Knock Out x Autobot! Reader x Breakdown (POLY!)

(Cant believe there's a lack of Breakdown GIFs)

You are a scout, while scouting an area with your bestfriend Bumblebee in a complex system of the underground mines, you both are forcefully separated when the structure collapsed. As you walk around the only remaining pathway trying to find a way back to your bff, you came along two mechs you haven't expected to meet

Note: Pronoun of Reader is not specified and there will be OOC!

You groaned when you came up with a dead end. Again.

You and Bumblebee were assigned to scout an abandoned human mine, now filled with pestering drones and whatnot. You were entailed that the mine is about 100 years old, give or take

From the supporting beams itself, you know it's old as fuck. Not older than you but with how short a human life span could be, it is definitely way pass their average life span.

You let out a steam of pressurized air again and went back to where you came, crossing a 'X' on the path in a poorly digitally drawn map by your wrist. You really are somewhat thankful for the tracking chip that was drilled into you, who knew it could be this handy personally?

You again looked at the map, wobbly lines of your walking pattern printed itself in a red line by the screen, only a single pulsing dot indicates of yourself. With your signals and comms disrupted by the fallen debrees earlier, it would have been easy tracking your partner and other forms of sentient beings that could possibly surround you right at this moment or you could have just commed the team and sens a SOS signal but bad luck seems to follow you in dark damp places. Ugh

You turned off the screen and continued trecking on dark paths, it took for a silent while before you started humming and murmuring the song with the tongue of Old Cybertron. It's a song with the oldest language you have learned.

Your scouting program in your processor warned you of such action, which is logical but you're tired. The war is going on for too long and you just want to go back to the times of festivals and bantering with old friends.

Humming such a lively tune warmed up the constricting pressure in any mech or femm's spark. The tune where it reminds of home

You hummed and hummed. Slowly trecking the long tunnel before you stopped and heard familiar voices far ahead and chuckled.

You moved fast but silent, drawing in closer by the dim light and quickly jumping by the corner when you knew they were present

"GLITCHES!" You whooped, immediately dodging a large fist with a loud laugh

"[NAME]! WHAT IN THE DESIGNATION OF PRIMUS WAS THAT FOR?!" Knock Out huffed, holding back the larger mech by the arm to avoid him toppling over you

"Hey, I heard you guys and thought why not?" You chuckled, which earned you a falling mech on you and you squawked

"I should've let him hit you" Knock Out groaned, crossing his arms as he watches the other two grounders piled on the ground

"Miss you too guys" You huffed and hugged the mech on top of you who snorted and did a noogie on your head, that definitely would have scratched your paint off "Nah we miss you more" Breakdown sighed and contently laid down on top of you

"Up Big Boy, you dont want to pressurize [Name] into a flat sheet of metal" Knock Out smirked and watched Breakdown slowly stand up, both then holding a hand out for you as you stood up with their help

"I'd still look pretty as a flat sheet" you chuckled and rotated your door wings to get the debrees out in between cracks which earned you two different actions from them

The three of you then hugged eachother, nuzzling eachother's armor as each bonded sparks hummed a happy and content melody. A melody like home

"Scratch my paint or else."

You and Breakdown froze and took a big gulp

*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*

You, Breakdown and KnockOut have been conjunxes before the war, but have been separated during the Decepticon uprising.

You had joined the Autobots when the bombing and raid had started, thinking your conjunxes had also joined in but you haven't seen any of them

Only when the war had started to worsen when you caught a glimpse of them with a Decepticon symbol as they boarded a ship

Due to being in different factions, you had tried to secretly meet them in order to avoid suspiciouns from each side. Soon you and your conjunxes saw eachother with relief, they thought you were somewhere safe and hadn't joined any factions. They both had joined in the faction willingly, also thinking they could have found you earlier and kept you safe if they ever found you

From there on, you had kept secret of having conjunxes and them for having a third one. It avoided the affair of cross-faction relationships that could be used against any of you. So, you guys had secretly met up once in awhile

It hurted your spark to be so far away from them, and so were they. But, it kept you all safe.

During the war, with your small frame and a grounder alt mode. You had taken up a scouting role, soon meeting Bumblebee, a young spark, in one of your missions and you both became friends. Soon becoming partners in every mission you went out to

Bumblee actually followed you one time when you sneaked out and found out you're in a relationship with decepticons and he hadn't told anyone. Even you

When the war is finally over, everyone who you were close to were shocked when you kissed each of your conjunx infront of them, while Bumblee is just in the sidelines clapping, happy that his best friend is finally free to love

#non canon compliant #transformers prime #tfp #knock out #breakdown #tfp knock out #tfp breakdown #knockout x reader #breakdown x reader #tfp knockout x reader #tfp breakdown x reader #tfp knockout x reader x breakdown #polyamourous

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moonydustx · 11 months ago

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Hello Moonydustx. I hope you're well! I really like your stories, your way of writing is very pleasant to read. I loved what you wrote for Kid and Killer, I love those two men! In fact, I'm totally in love with Kid Pirates. 💖

I was wondering if you could write something with Kid 🧲 . I so need to fluff with him. I know he likes to show off that he's cruel and ruthless, but I'm SURE this bad boy is also a very big fluffy guy capable of a lot of love. He named his boat after his first love - this boy is a great sentimentalist, absolutely!

Here's my idea: reader is the newest recruit to Victoria Punk. Kid is suspicious at first, but discovers that she's a true virtuoso at the piano and that her voice is the most beautiful he's ever heard 🎹🎶. (We all know that Kid loves music.) See where I'm going with this, Moonydustx 😏😉? Kid will slowly fall in love with the new recruit, but won't understand what's happening to her at first, and it'll drive him crazy. Reader is not insensitive to the captain's charm but is very intimidated even though she respects him a lot.

If this inspires you, I'd love a lot of fluff, cute stuff. Slightly spicy, if you like. We like it spicy, let's be honest but right now I need cuddles.I hope this is understandable, English is not my first language. Thanks if you've read this far and I'll be grateful for life if you accept my challenge. 💚🥰

let me start with: I'VE BEEN DYING TO BE DYING TO WRITE THIS.

YES YES AND YES you are absolutely right, I really have this vision of Kid being a sweetheart.

I wish I had more time to write more and more about this story, I think it would have the potential to be something bigger, you know, something with more chapters perhaps? But I wrote more about the cute part than the spicy part in this one, I hope you like it anyway

Old ghosts

Eustass Kid x F! Reader

wanings: mention of Kid's missing arm, phantom pains, very brief mention of smut (nothing explicit). Regarding the medical and musical parts mentioned: I'm not an expert in any of them, I apologize if I make mistakes.

Your light humming was still stuck in Kid's mind. How your dress fell down your body and your legs flailed against the counter as you hummed a song about Roger's old promise. That was the first sight of you he had.

The second was you standing a few meters away from him, waiting for an answer, while Killer acted in your place.

"She could be a good crewmate." Killer pointed out, both of them staring at your shrunken form, even though you were standing. The bloody arms. "She knows how to fight, knows how to defend herself and can still be good company for our ears."

"Hm…" a growl escaped Kid's reddened lips. "What do you know how to do?"

"Whatever you need." Your voice was firm, even if it was low. "I just need a roof over my head."

"And that blood?" He approached, taking one of your hands and bringing it up to eye level with him. "It looks fresh."

"One of the richest men in town tried to have their way with me." you pointed out, still firm in your words. "I had to kill him. Now, I know they will hunt me if I stay here."

"Right." Kid walked away, turning to Killer. "Find her a task and also a place for her to sleep."

With one last look in your direction, Kid walked away and left you in Killer's responsibilities for the day. In the following days, you barely saw Kid and when you did, he didn't have the friendliest of expressions. The man was intimidating, as were all the rumors about him.

You expected that it would take time to adapt to pirate life, that that world would be immensely cruel to your existence. But there were happy days, days when you would get together to chat and drink, days when you would spend hours fishing.

Little by little, the captain seemed to attract your attention more. He was still a thick shell to dig through, but there was a certain lovable side to him. Infamous jokes, an unshakable ego, a affection for his crewmates that wasn't noticeable to outsiders. In your eyes, being in Kid's presence was inviting, even if he would never pay attention to a new girl.

Kid was reluctant to let other members join out of nowhere, he liked to understand who would step on his ship, what their motivations were. But every justification Killer gave about you joining the crew was ignored. Not ignored, but pushed away somewhere in Kid's mind. The only thing he saw was you a little while ago, humming in a bar. Almost hypnotizing him.

In the first few days, he chose to remain watching you. It wasn't possible that the heavens had sent you there just to please his vision on dark days, you must have something to hide. As the days went by, he realized you didn't.

As the days went by, Kid felt even more mesmerized, seeing you happily doing your tasks in the distance, hearing your voice hum throughout his ship. On one of these nights, when everyone was drinking, he chose to leave early. Lying in his bed, your voice from afar guided him into a deep sleep, like he hadn't had in a long time.

You gradually became a comfort to his eyes and ears, however, for him to get closer would be like holding a delicate rose amidst so much metal debris. Something so sweet, so delicate seemed beyond his reach.

The room you shared was dark in the dead of night and your whispers and turbulent awakenings didn't seem to bother the others present. Another night, another nightmare.

With the idea of refreshing your mind with some water, you didn't expect to find the crew captain, leaning on the edge of the table, his amputated arm stuck in a bucket of ice.

"What are you doing up at this hour?" Kid screamed as soon as he saw your presence in the kitchen.

"I just came to get some water." you explained, reaching for a glass and filling it. You could feel his gaze burning towards you. "Everything is fine?"

"Sure." he grunted, but soon his expression changed to something more serene. It was just the two of you, there was no reason for him to leave it out. "Since I lost this arm, sometimes I have some strange pains. It's like it's still there you know, but it's not."

"Phantom pains." you pointed out, moving a little closer to him. "They say there are many pirates and soldiers who suffer from this."

"Are they saying something about the cure too?"

"I do not think so." You smiled, even if discouraged. "But there are some methods that can help. I mean, just time really helps you deal with it, but some things can distract your mind."

"And can you help me?" his words came out almost automatically, preventing him from stopping them.

"I believe so. I don't have much experience in this, but I have an idea of something that might help." still hesitant, you approached him and took out the ice bucket, placing it aside.

The touch of your hand on his amputated limb made him almost recoil, but your hand was gentle, delicate and in this way you dried the remaining water on his skin.

"Do you mind if we go to my room?" He asked and saw you nod.

The two of you walked in silence to his quarters and with only the moon illuminating the room, it was difficult for you to get caught up on the details.

"Lie down" your voice came out as a whisper and Kid promptly answered. You took the sheet spread there and covered the end of his amputated arm. "Don't look there."

It worked for you, somehow maybe it would work for him. You could feel his eyes practically burning towards you, but you still hadn't found the courage to look back at him. The feeling inside you was strange, different, and at the same time it felt good.

"Close your eyes." you asked and he just grunted, unwilling to follow your little request. "Captain…"

"Aren't you going to do anything?" seeing you agree with him, Kid closed his eyes.

The first thing he felt was your fingers running along his arm, which hadn't been injured. A light, almost imperceptible touch. Sometimes you allowed your fingers to barely touch him and sometimes you let your nails trace a firmer path. You allowed them to trace their way to the back of his neck and then back to his fingertips, intertwining and releasing them. In order to replace the awkward silence between the two of you, you began to hum a calm song, which made up the atmosphere along with the beats of the sea against the ship.

At first, Kid felt tense and still had traces of pain. But little by little the pain in the member that no longer existed seemed to disappear, being replaced by the small goosebumps that you caused on his skin. What he used to try to open his eyes and analyze you became an arduous task. Feeling your skin against his, Kid fell asleep, leaving that uncomfortable pain in the past.

After that day, you felt different. Seeing him trust you to the point of sleeping in your presence made you feel somehow be seen, even if the thought of him not wanting anything to do with you because you were a newbie still haunted you.

One of the afternoons when the ship was docked, you returned to the Victoria Punk only to find a huge piano there.

"What is that?" you let your finger run across the keys. "Is so beautiful!"

"A thanks." Kid appeared behind you, watching you sit on the bench in front of the instrument. "You helped me the other day and I remembered I saw you playing one of these at the bar, I thought you might like it."

"Serious?" you immediately jumped off the bench and hugged Kid, who was surprised and barely had time to respond to the gesture. "I loved it! Emma, come see this!"

You shouted for other crewmates, who soon gathered and listened to you explain how it worked and even teach how they could play a simple song. Moving away a little, Kid watched until his first mate appeared.

"Do you still regret me convincing you to let her stay?" Killer asked.

"At no point did I say I regretted it." Kid pointed out, feeling judged by his friend.

"I know that look, Kid." Killer commented and only saw Kid staring back at him, trying to understand what he was saying. "I haven't seen that look on you in a while, but I'm glad to see it."

"What's with that look?" he asked cynically, seeing Killer start to walk away.

"Last time I saw you looking at someone like that, we chose the name of this ship."

Kid tried to push away thoughts about you after hearing that. But it was intoxicating, inevitable. It was as if your presence and voice were all he was looking for at that moment.

It didn't take many nights for the same discomfort to torment him again, just as it had done a few days ago. His footsteps almost sank the kitchen that morning as he decided whether to ask for your help or not.

“Hi,” you caught his attention, appearing like a mirage. "If you walk any further, you could sink the ship."

"That's not my intention." he pointed out, mustering up some courage. "The pain is back a-and…"

"Do you need my help?" you asked and giving up, he just nodded.

Again, the two of you walked in silence to his room and the whole process was repeated, he lay down, you hid the amputated limb.

"How did you know this would work?" he asked before your fingers even found his skin.

"A lucky guess." you replied, noticing his attentive gaze in your direction. "How can I explain? Well, I have some past problems too, especially when I'm surrounded by too many people at once. It's like suddenly everything becomes too much at once." His eyes followed your every movement, trying to get to know you even more. "That's how I discovered music. Every time I feel like I'm on the edge of that precipice, I use it to get my mind off it."

"As a distraction?"

"Exactly, as a distraction. Take me to a good place." You explained and saw him nod. "I believe that maybe touching and feeling what is still here will make you forget a little about what is not, make you go to a good place."

"It makes sense." he limited himself to saying.

"Let's start?"

Unlike what happened last time, your eyes met Kid's and this time his eyes seemed intent on you. Your hands traced gentle lines on his arm, trying to remove that pain that bothered him so much. Even looking at you, you could notice that Kid wasn't there, not mentally. He seemed focused on a thought that stunned him.

"A berri for what you're thinking." you only heard a nasal laugh come out of him.

"Are my thoughts worth that little?" he asked and you immediately denied it, a shy glow on your face.

Even though it made butterflies in your stomach just thinking about it, you couldn't deny how much you liked it when his eyes were directed at you.

"I can tell you have something on your mind." your hands moved away from him, resting in your lap. "Did I say too much? Do you want me to get out of here?"

"No… You said that helping me with this pain would be like a distraction, right? Take me to a good place" you agreed and Kid continued. "Can I propose something?"

"Of course, I want to be able to help you with that."

You watched Kid lean on his arm and sit down, just a few inches away. Analyzing your every expression, his hand touched your face and unlike every other time you had imagined, the touch was gentle. Even his calloused and trembling hand was still like a piece of the finest silk sliding across your face.

It was inevitable not to lean on his touch, not wanting to feel Kid's hand against your skin even more and it was just that sign he was waiting for.

His lips touched yours lightly, waiting for you to give in to his desire - he had no idea how much of that desire was yours too. What was just a seal of lips soon became an intimate dispute between the space in your mouth, tongues tangled as you involuntarily felt your body lean even more towards Kid.

His fingers were tangled in your hair, slowly leaving strand by strand behind, sliding down your back and pressing firmly against your waist. You knew that Kid was strong, you had been there long enough to see him fight enemies, but a surprised gasp left your lips when you saw that without any effort and with just one arm he managed to tag you - basically guide you - to get to you on his lap.

The kiss became even more heated and you could feel that in addition to the heat, the red paint on his lips had disappeared, probably mixed with your lips.

"Captain…" your low voice whispered, in a struggle to use your hands to push him away. You didn't want to, but the shred of rationality in you knew it was necessary. "Captain, I'm sorry…"

"No, no. I'm sorry, I shouldn't have done that." He moved away just enough to look at your face, your legs were still on either side of his hips, his intimacy was hard against yours, which was certainly soaked. Rationality, too early for that. You tried to hold on to that thought. "I'm sorry."

"It is alright." your cheeks burned at the way he looked at you. "I liked it, I really liked it. I just didn't want to go that far."

"Noted." he looked at you like a cute puppy that had been lost. "Can I ask you something?"

"Sure." your hesitant voice stated and you saw him lay down again, this time, he pulled you and placed you on top of the source of his pain, hiding the arm that no longer existed. "Captain?"

"Just stay here for a while, will you?" He asked, hesitant to hear you deny it. "I mean, if you don't want to, I won't get mad. It's just… I like your presence. I like how you're always helping someone here, or how your eyes light up when someone's telling you some of the things we've been up to. by the sea. I like the way you touch me and damn, your voice just like an angel." he whispered the last part, like it was too much for him. "Just stay here, a little longer."

"Of course captain." you whispered back and reached up, placing a light kiss on his cheek.

Nestling even more against him, your hand that used to caress his arm, got caught in his hair, in a delicate cafuné, while you whispered a song in his ear. Little by little, Kid fell asleep trapped in your arms and that night, you wouldn't insist on leaving his embrace.

#fiction #reader insert #one piece #no use of y/n #requests open #eustass kid #eustass kid x reader #eustass kid x you #eustasscaptainkid #kid x reader #kid x you

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moonlightpetalz6 · 2 years ago

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Kinktober Day 7 (Blood Kink)

Character: Choso x Reader

Reader: Fem Reader!

Warnings: NSFW, MDNI, Smut, unprotected sex, harsh language, violence, mentions of dead bodies, blood, pet names, mentions of them being in Shibuya

Blood Kink: Being attracted to blood and or enjoying the sight of it.

Wc: 3,271

A/n: I love this man with my entire heart and soul. He is househusband material I do not care. Anyway, I hope you enjoy it! One more to go and I will officially be caught up! I tried my best to get all the warnings put above! I apologize if I have missed any!

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Choso was what you liked to call the perfect boyfriend. He was always so loving and thoughtful, praising you with gifts and words no matter how small. Honestly, you wouldn't want him any other way. There was, however, one small problem in your relationship, at least for you. Choso was so vanilla and gentle when it came to having sex. At first, nothing was wrong with it as you loved how careful and considerate he was with you, making sure he was pleasing your body instead of just his like many other guys you had been dating. Sometime down the line, you found yourself wanting more from Choso. You wanted him to be rough with you, go absolutely feral, and use your body for his desires at least once; after that, you wouldn't mind returning to the usual sex. Unfortunately, you never knew how to bring it up to the man as he was always quick to think it was his fault and he wasn't fulfilling his role correctly.

You let out a deep sigh, tossing someone's lifeless body out of your way as you looked around the bloody massacre. "Geez, and I just had these cleaned." You sighed in annoyance as you examined your blood-stained clothes. You weren't one for murder or violence, but your boyfriend had decided to team up with a few powerful curses, so you had no choice but to comply with his wishes. "Honestly, I didn't expect for them to separate us…I bet Choso is so worried." You sighed, scratching your head as you walked over the bodies, a slight skip in your step. The thought of your boyfriend caused your cheeks to turn pink as you let out a happy squeal, cupping both sides of your face, hearts practically flying out from your lovesick aura. "AAAAH!!! I JUST WANNA SEE MY CUTE BOYFRIEND!" You cried, absolutely smitten with him. You let out a slight hum as you started skipping over the bodies as you searched for your lover.

"I'm coming my blood lotus~ Just wait for me!"

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Choso paced back and forth, his leg twitching up and down nervously as he nibbled on one of his nails. It had been around two hours since he had been separated from you, driving him crazy. Jogo scoffed as he watched Choso's ridiculous antics. "Will you cut it out?! Honestly, it's making me sick how whipped you are for such a weak curse." He grumbled, crossing his arms. His pacing stops as he processes his colleagues' words. 'Weak…? WEAK?!?!' Your boyfriend clenched his fists as he stormed over to Jugo, roughly grabbing him by the front of his collar, their faces inches apart. "What the hell did you just say about her? I'd watch my tone if I were you." Your boyfriend growled, feeling his blood boil.

There were two things Choso hated more than anything in this god-awful world: anyone hurting or talking trash about his brothers and beautiful girlfriend. Jogo felt himself growing angry as his head started to throb. "I said she's nothing but a weak curse!" He fumed, locking eyes with Choso, who felt his anger rise as he raised a fist, ready to end the curse in front of him, that is, until he heard the familiar cheery voice. "Ah! I found you, Choso baby!" His eyes quickly dart toward your voice, seeing your figure happily running towards him. Releasing Jogo, having forgotten about him like a wet rag as he ran towards you, the worry he felt fading when his eyes took in your joyful expression. However, as he got closer, he noticed all the blood that covered his clothes and skin, causing his worry to come back ten times as he picked up the pace.

Once he reached you, he quickly wrapped you in his arms, his hands holding you close as he carefully inspected your body, ensuring the blood wasn't coming from you. You just giggled, finding your boyfriend's response absolutely adorable as you wrapped your arms around his waist, face nuzzling into his chest as you inhaled his scent. "My bleeding heart, oh, how I missed you." He exhaled, hiding his face deep into the crook of your neck, his anxiety finally subsiding when he realized the blood wasn't yours and that you were perfectly safe. You hummed, rubbing your hands up and down his back, soothing his nerves. "I was only gone for two hours, my bloody Lotus~" You sang your voice so carefree as it rang through his ears like a melody. His grip tightened at your words as he kissed your neck delicately.

"Two hours too long." He confessed as he pulled away from you. You stood before him with a bright smile as he took your entire form, finally getting a good look at his sweet girlfriend. Boy, was that a mistake. Choso felt his body heat up, face going red with embarrassment as his eyes bore into you. You were always so beautiful and cute in his eyes, but this time? This time, you looked so sexy, covered in the blood of those who had dared attack you. "Hm? Choso baby?" You called, waving a hand in front of his face curiously when you noticed he hadn't said anything in over a minute. "You, okay? My blood Lotus?" Your voice becomes concerned as you carefully cup his cheek with one of your bloody hands. He flinches at the sudden touch, having been so deep in thought as his mind starts turning your sweet body into something filthy. You frown at this shyly, pulling your hand away. "I'm sorry…seeing me covered in blood must disgust you, huh? I guess I should've found some clothes to change into," you admit, a voice laced with sadness as you look away from your boyfriend.

Choso's heart dropped at your words, along with the look on your face, as he quickly grabbed your wrist, pressing the palm of your hand back onto his cheek, rubbing it up and down as he melted into your touch, a shaky breath leaving his lips. "Not at all, my bleeding heart…you look as divine as usual." He whined, absolutely smitten with you. "It's just this time…." He trails off, glancing behind him as if finally remembering his colleagues' presence. He frowned, reassuringly squeezing your hand as he turned to the other curses. "Since Y/n has returned to me, I will take her to get new clothes. You should be fine without me, right?" He asked, his tone utterly different from what he used with you. Jogo looked ready to protest; however, he was stopped by Mahito, who just smiled at the two of you, waving a hand.

"That's fine~ Don't be too long though!" He laughed, ignoring Jogo's protests. Choso nods before interlacing his fingers with yours as he pulls you away from prying eyes. The two of you walk for an hour, passing multiple clothing stores as he takes you to his destination. "Where are we going?" You finally ask as you try to keep up with his long strides. Choso looks back at you, smiling sweetly as he notices your failed attempt to keep up with him. He stops in the middle of the sidewalk, humans passing by, unable to see the bloodied girl in front of them. He carefully places his hand against your cheek and pulls you in for a deep, passionate kiss. This one is more aggressive than any others he's ever given you, and he's given a lot.

Choso whines into the kiss, his teeth nipping at your bottom lip, desperately wanting you to open your mouth. You do as told, a small giggle leaving your lips as you allow your boyfriend's wet muscle to invade your mouth. Choso feels his knees grow weak as he wraps an arm around you, pulling you close as he grinds against your front like a needy puppy. You gasp in shock, allowing his tongue to slide deeper down your throat. After a moment, he pulls away the saliva connecting your lips. His hips don't seem to stop, though, as he's practically picking you off the ground to press his bulge against your hidden pussy.

"C-Choso! What's gotten into you?" You pant, trying to catch your breath as you cling to his clothes. He looks down at you, racing red as pathetic pants and whines fall from his lips. "I-I'm sorry, my love…but seeing you covered in blood like this… you're so fucking sexy." He confessed while dipping into the crook of your neck, aggressively sucking on the spot he knew would get you going. You moan, hips bucking up into his, causing a smile on his lips as he continues sucking on the tender skin. "C-Choso not here! All these humans…" You whined, trying to push him away. This time, he could care less about the people around you or your cries of embarrassment. He was too turned on to think appropriately as he started tugging at your clothes.

"Choso!" You yelled, giving his head a light smack, causing him to wince as he pulled away from you with a pout. You stood there looking an absolute mess, making his eyes want to roll into the back of his head. "Fine… I'm sorry, my bleeding heart…" He breathed, leaving kisses all over your face. "I'll find a quiet spot, so please don't be mad at me." He begged, not wanting you to stop as he felt so hot and bothered that he felt like crying. You sigh briefly before nodding, allowing him to quickly drag you into the nearest alley. "They can't see us anyways…" He muttered, attacking your lips again in a feverish kiss, his hands ravishing your body as he took in all the red staining your skin. You whined, your breathing becoming heavy just from his light touch and kisses alone.

'S-so?! You never know when a sorcerer or a human with cursed energy will be nearby!" You scolded, earning a slight whine and an apology as he pulled away from you an absolute mess. "My bleeding heart… it's too much…I want to do it." He growled, sliding down to his knees as he pulled at your shorts, his eyes hungry for your sweet pussy. You looked down at his eyes, lidded over with lust as you gave a soft smile, gently rubbing his head. "Do with me what you wish, Choso~" You sang so sweetly he wanted to cum on the spot. Without a second thought, Choso tore your shorts and panties down, dropping them at your ankles as he stuffed his mouth full of your sweet slick deep moan left his lips as he lapped at your folds, his tongue twirling around your clit. You let out a few cries, your head pressed back against the brick wall, your back arching as you gripped your hair with one hand. "F-fuck, baby! So, fucking good~" You cried, loving this new side of your boyfriend.

Choso hummed at the praise, his eyes not leaving your bloodied appearance as he gripped your hips, his tongue poking in and out of your hole, causing your legs to shake as you squeezed his head between your thighs. "Y/n~ My sweet baby~" He whines, his nails dragging down your thighs, drawing tiny beads of blood, causing you to flinch hissing from the slight sting. "W-what are you?" You ask, not understanding his goal. Choso smiled, pulling away from you as he started lapping up one of your thighs, the other smearing the blood over your precious skin. "So pretty…so sexy." He whispered; eyes clouded with desire as he looked up at you. "Does it turn you on my bleeding heart?" He questions, slowly rising so he could once again hover over you, his fingers sliding against your dripping folds.

"Cause I am… I'm so turned on by your bloody appearance that I'm ashamed." He admits going to bite at your lip again, this time biting it harder. He presses his forehead to yours as he slowly inserts a finger, watching your face contort from pleasure and pain. "Are you disgusted with me, my love? Does me wanting to fuck your blood-stained body turn you away from me?" He starts asking all these questions while his finger plunges deep inside you, curling into that one spot that made your knees give out. Choso catches you, his finger still abusing your pussy as he pushes another inside. "Please answer me, Y/n." He begs, not wanting his precious treasure to find him revolting due to this newfound kink of his.

You're silent for a moment, your breath echoing in the darkly light alley as you try to process all of his words. The excitement you feel from finally having Choso use your body for his desires causes your head to spin. "Y-you could never disgust me, Choso." You finally manage to get out as you weakly look up at him, a fucked-out smile on your face, eyes half open from pleasure. You go and bite your lip, feeling your teeth pierce the skin as you press a deep kiss to his lips. Choso is taken back for a moment before the taste of your blood slips into his mouth, causing his eyes to roll back as his body aggressively shakes. You pull away, shocked, as you feel his body lean against yours while he tries to regain his breath.

"Choso, did you just…cum?" You breathed, surprised eyes meeting his lidded ones as he looked at you, lust still written all over his features. "It's okay," He starts his thumb smearing the blood across your face as he slips his fingers out. "I'm still so hard," he admits as he guides your hand down into his clothes, allowing you to feel how sticky it is down there, causing your legs to press together as you feel your slick leak down your legs. "Can I fuck you Y/n? I want to put it in so fucking bad." He whines, bucking his hips into your hand when he feels you start jerking him off. You hummed, eyes locked on where your hand disappeared into his clothes, finding this situation such a turn-on as you lick your lips. "Mhm…fuck me so good, Choso baby~ Use me till your heart's content~" You purred into his ear.

Choso's face lights up with embarrassment as tears prick his eyes. "Thank you, my bleeding heart!" He cries, his hands lifting you from the ground, catching you by surprise as you wrap your legs around him. "Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!" He cried repeatedly as he shoved his aching cock inside you, his pace aggressive and fast. It hurt at first, but you swallowed the pain, your heart filled with too much joy as you watched the man of your obsession pathetically rail into you, his lust taking control. 'All this for some pathetic people's blood.' You thought happily, stroking the back of his head, causing him to whimper as he placed kisses all over your exposed skin.

"Mm~ Right there, baby! Feels so fucking good~" You cried, feeling the tip of his cock hitting that bundle of nerves that always drove you over the edge. "Fuuuuuuck! Hit it again, baby! Use me so good!" You cry tears of pleasure as you lift his face to yours. Choso had drool running down his chin as he quickly captured your lips in his, his tongue aggressively lapping at the spot you had bit earlier; the taste of iron was still strong as Choso felt his cock twitch. "Mm~ my bleeding heart, your blood taste so fucking sweet…I can't get enough." He whined, his thrusts growing sloppy. You just smile, giggling as you go and leave Hickey's down his neck, wanting to let those who could see him know that he was claimed for. Choso loved when you got possessive; it made him feel like he wasn't alone in his love for you.

"So pretty…so fucking sexy just for me." He grunts, his hips slamming into yours. Loud moans to leave your lips as you gripped his shoulders for support. "Are you gonna cum My Blood Lotus? Cum deep inside me, okay? I wanna feel you deep in my pussy, baby~" You purred, your tongue sticking out in the sluttiest way he's ever seen. Choso looks at you in awe, completely smitten by the curse in front of him as he feels his hips pound up into you, his seed releasing deep into your walls. You tossed your head back, hands gripping his hair as you let out the most beautiful moan he had ever heard. Choso whines, his thrusts picking back up as he starts to go for round two, already not giving you a chance to recover from your orgasm. "W-wait Choso! I just came, so I'm…ah~ really sensitive!" You cried, arms wrapping around his neck for support. Choso just grunts into your ear, the smell of blood filling his senses as he feels himself going feral.

"Sorry… it's too good…too fucking good!" He cried, his hips shaking from his overstimulation, having come twice in only a few minutes. "I'll carry you back, okay baby~ So just let me fuck you until I'm all out~ red is so fucking pretty on you…fuck Y/n, so beautiful…my beautiful bleeding heart, you make me insane!" He cried out praise with each thrust he took, your moans being the only sound he wanted to hear while licking at any blood he could, trying to clean up your skin from the filth that wanted to harm you. "No one's blood tastes like yours…so sweet and intoxicating just for me." He whimpers, feeling his tip press against your cervix, causing a whimper to leave your lips.

"Sorry baby…just a few more, I promise." He begged into your ear, nibbling at the lobe reassuringly. He didn't say anything as all you could do was look up at the night sky of Shibuya, your mind spinning with only Choso as you looked up at the stars. 'So pretty.' You thought, a fucked-out grin appearing as you pressed him close to your chest, allowing him to suck on the clothed mounds. Choso continued to fuck you five more times; after that, your mind and body were exhausted as he went and brought you new clothes making sure to change you himself as a way of apologizing for how rough he was with you. You smile at him as he gives you a piggyback ride back where you were supposed to meet up with the others. When you returned, Jogo quickly yelled at the two of you for taking so long.

Choso, not wanting you to deal with Jogo's annoying voice, placed you on a bench before walking over to the curse, both taunting the other. You watched him with a giant smile as you felt Mahito take a seat next to you, a mischievous smile on his face as Hanami made sure you were okay, having noticed how exhausted you looked. "Well~ Don't you look like you had a fun time~" He teased, raising a brow at you. You hummed, tapping Hanami's hand reassuringly as you looked from your boyfriend to the curse beside you. "So, tell me did you discover anything new about your love?" He pried, loving each detail you would give him about your relationship. You looked at him for a moment before a giant smile spread across your face, a deep hue dusting your cheeks as you looked at him with lovesick eyes, your hands holding your cheeks.

"My Blood Lotus really loves the color red~"

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undertalebabbleblog · 10 months ago

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UTDR 9th Anniversary Newsletter Musings

(Here's a link to the newsletter if you haven't already read it: Autumn 2024.) (It's spring right now where I am...) (Eh, oh well.)

First of all, Tori blowing fire to light the candles, very cool, might have to draw that.

Hmm, that's a lot of a certain number... You know what, I don't even have to go into this, we all know what it's referencing.

An interview with Sans, heck yeah!

As I expected, it's a joke, but... uh... just me, or does it seem like it might be talking about something else? Not entirely sure what, but I'm sure there's already plenty of theories despite it literally only coming out today. In any case, it was very amusing and some classic Undertale humour. Also

Jeez, Tori, it's been years, you've already made your feelings about Asgore's actions clear. Give the poor guy a break. (Link to the full interview if you wanna read it: Sans: What do you think about the number nine?)

...Toby? Toby, what does this mean? TOBY WHY DO YOU MAKE THE MOST INNOCUOUS STATEMENTS THAT HAVE SO MUCH POTENTIAL MEANING BEHIND THEM ...This is... ominous, to say the least, given the Snowgrave route and the fact that Toriel might join us in the Dark World in Chapter 3... ...I'm just overthinking this, right? ..........right???

Toby, this is the Undertale fandom you're talking to. Since when have we ever been responsible with Sans or his AUs? You should know better than to trust us with this skeleton by now. *Proceeds to use cup for strawberry milkshake* ....Dammit, now I want to draw him with a bunch of different-coloured eyes... just because...

Never misses a chance to do this sort of thing, does he? (It has my real name in it, which I don't really want to show, so have some badly edited screenshots instead.) I have made butterscotch cinnamon pie before and it was genuinely delicious. Would love to bake one in that Toriel pie tray. ...I wonder how a fish and chips pie would actually taste, though...?

PERFECTION

I would buy every single item of this kitchen merch if I had the money.

*vibrating intensely with excitement*

Very nice, always cool to see unused stuff and concepts.

. . .

*Well, there is a man here. *He might be happy to see you. *What do you think?

...I overthink these things too much.

And finally, we get a letter.

My best friend's favorite number is nine. It's because there isn't a number that's higher. 9. 99. 999. 9999. If everything gets high enough, You become invincible. Nothing can hurt you anymore. Nothing can hurt anyone anymore. But isn't it scary, to think there's a highest number? That, if you made 99 good memories, you couldn't hold anymore. So I don't like to keep count of the flowers we pick, or the times that they laugh, or how many scary faces they make. I just hope we'll be friends for 999 more years.

(Couldn't screenshot the whole thing because it was too big, so I just copied the text. Here's a link to the original: Letter) On one hand, the spacing is kind of reminiscent of what we assume is Gaster. But on the other hand, it's not in all caps, and the language is different, and from what we know of the mysterious scientist (which is quite frankly very little), it wouldn't make sense. There is, however, someone else that would make a lot more sense.

*I'll go get the flowers. *I should have laughed it off, like you did... *Okay, [Name], are you ready? *Do your creepy face!

And most telling of all, "My best friend"...

It's. It's Asriel. IT'S GOTTA BE AZZY OKAY COME ON, THERE'S THE MENTION OF THE SCARY FACES AND EVERYTHING

...Ahem.

My hypothesis is that it's Asriel Dreemurr.

Aaaaannnddd... that's it for this newsletter! I needed somewhere to dump my thoughts on it, and that's kinda what this blog is for, so yeah.

A very happy birthday to my favourite game of all time.

If you have any theories or observations about the newsletter, I'd love to see them!

See ya next time, Pup

#undertale #deltarune #babble #rant #ramble #undertale newsletter #utdr newsletter #undertale anniversary #undertale 9th anniversary #undertale merch #deltarune chapter 3 #deltarune chapter 4 #undertale au #utdr #toby fox #rose's rambles

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ta1ktalk · 4 days ago

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hi ! i'm finally rested up and ready to get things going 🥳 for anyone that hasn't seen my little pinned post yet: name's clem, i'm 24, currently residing in pst (gmt-8), and am comfortable with any pronouns ! i haven't been in a group in a hot minute, and english is not my first language. apologies in advance for any bumps we may encounter along the way 🫣 without further ado, i'd like to introduce you to my boy, midas kim + some connection ideas below the cut !

tl;dr: grew up ultrawealthy and was smacked in the face with reality once his father demanded he stop coasting from club to club around europe on his dime and actually make something of himself, lest he see himself written out of the will (and miss out on a fat inheritance). midas isn't studying at yeonhwa because he's super interested in his degree (though he's come to grow fond of it over time), nor to chase a career (dream job, you ask ? midas doesn't dream of labor). he's a little pretentious at times, can be awfully stubborn and argumentative just for the thrill, and above all else, treats life like nothing's serious and everything's a party. he's a very fun-loving guy, so it's no wonder he's known as the energizer around campus. always upbeat, always smiling, and always ready to drag people into the good time he's having (sometimes against their will). / you can find his dossier here and a deeper dive into his background here !

antares members. midas is antares' president and is very proud of that title. he's more than happy to host parties (and smaller get-togethers) at his place, and i imagine he has a sorta 'open-door' policy for other the other antares members. he takes care of his guys outside of just making sure everyone gets home safely and curing hangovers. if you're in antares, you've got a friend in midas !

ex-fling(s). remember how i said midas was unserious ? unfortunately, that attitude bleeds into his relationships too. i say ex-fling because i'm not sure anyone would've been able to tie him down with an actual 'boyfriend' label (though i'm not opposed to one actual ex 🤨 bonus points if it's a little heartbreaking). point is, they didn't work out. probably started out burning big and bright and a lot of fun until midas started to feel too stifled and stomped whatever spark they had out. obviously can be discussed, but i imagine midas tries to avoid them... which is kinda hard when he's the prez of the social club that throws the best gatherings around.

other international students. midas doesn't really grow roots anywhere, but he's spent a lot of time in a lot of places. more than anything, he can understand being thrust into a new environment and having to adjust. i'm picturing midas taking a liking to grabbing other international students and taking them exploring either on- or off-campus. he's a fourth year now, so he definitely knows his way around, but midas is a firm believer that there's always more to discover !

family friends. if your muse also comes from a wealthy background / political background, then maybe the two of them could know each other from before starting at yeonhwa. maybe they're surprised to see him here because of his... lack of work ethic ? to put it nicely ? maybe they always pretended to get along to save face, figuring they'd never see each other outside of events, and now they're stuck in a class together ? maybe they actually really did get along well and fell out of touch when midas decided to stay in europe so it's a nice little treat to reunite now ? lots of possibilities !

the holidate. with midas' father being so adamant about him going to school to actually do something with his life, i feel like it makes sense that he'd also want midas to 'settle down.' cue midas begging (bribing ?) your muse to accompany him to an event... or two... maybe three ? maybe midas' mom falls too in love with your muse and midas doesn't have the heart to tell her that they're 'broken up...' so he just keeps bringing them back again and again 😭 ... as i'm typing this, i also think an actual ex that his mom likes too much for midas to admit to breaking up with could be really entertaining too... made to act like they're still in love after everything between them came crashing down ? delicious !

jetset. when midas isn't hosting some sort of bash on the weekend, he's jetting off to europe for three days of debauchery. your muse is (un ?)lucky enough to be his choice of company for a trip ! what shenanigans will come of it ? ... who's to say ?

bad influences. look, midas already doesn't really want to be here... if he meets someone with the same penchant for partying as him, i'm sure they'll egg each other on to no end. they slack off and then pay the price once they're scrambling to catch up on work, but they'll never learn their lesson. they're the reason the other is always taking one shot too many.

sleepover. your muse went way too hard at an antares party at midas' place, and now he's responsible for them. the problem ? they're dead asleep and midas has no idea where they live... guess that means they're sleeping over ? he's nice enough to give them the bed while he crashes on the couch, but that doesn't mean your muse isn't confused as hell when they wake up wrapped up in a stranger's duvet.

tutor. aka: midas likes giving your muse a headache. if your muse is majoring/minoring in international relations or political science, then this is an easy connection... maybe they're in the same class and midas (reluctantly) comes asking for help ? or maybe midas realized last minute that he needed to finish up a gen ed class that's waaaay outside of his base of knowledge (something stem-related, probably) and came to your muse begging for extra lessons... now, that doesn't mean he'll actually pay attention during these tutoring sessions. quite the opposite, actually... he's going to do everything in his power to get them both off track !

football friends. midas is the assistant captain of the football team, so i imagine he's out on the field a lot running drills. maybe your muse is also on the team, or maybe they don't have enough time to commit to fully joining, but want to play a game or two sometimes. midas is your guy ! he's happy to run after the ball like a golden retriever... maybe he suggests it as a way to release stress after your muse came to him ranting about something ?

other quick ideas: hookup (one-night stand or reoccuring), good influence, japanese tutor (for him), only friends because they want an invite to antares' next gig, tinder match that fell through, confidants (but don't come to him for relationship advice. he will always suggest breaking up), and anything else we can come up with !

#dg:intro #⟡ ◞ 𝓂𝗎𝗇 ꗃ ooc.#smash that heart and i'll drop in for plots!#d*sc0rd available upon request #this was not supposed to be so long but alas

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meddwlyngymraeg · 9 months ago

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I'd love to hear some more happy sounding Welsh songs! can be any genre. also any songs about the sea! diolch!!

Shwmae! Amazingly, you are the literal target audience for Ynys' first album ('Ynys', 2022). Dylan Hughes is from Aberystwyth and spent many years in Cardiff and found himself longing for the seaside he grew up in, and when he finally started writing music as Ynys (he used to be in a cool indie psychedelic band called Race Horses too, if that's your thing), he put together a whole album only to realise how much of it is about the sea. I mean, his band is literally called Ynys (Island)!

Also, he has that wonderful, lush psychedelic pop sound, which I think sounds pretty happy musically, though there are definitely some themes of longing, being lost, culture and language, all that good stuff thrown in too. It's complex, but I still feel it's quite a happy listen!

So some songs from the album I'd recommend - Môr Du (Black Sea), Welcome to the Island (now technically this is an instrumental, don't know where that sits!), There's Nothing The Sea Doesn't Know.

My personal favourite off the album is Caneuon (‘Songs’, references the Gorky's Zygotic Mynci song 'Gegin Nos'—more on them in a sec—and also a pretty happy/reminiscing/wistful song), but the whole album is quite good, and their recent second album Dosbarth Nos also has some lovely songs that lift my mood at least— Aros Amdanat Ti, Gyda Ni, Dosbarth Nos. Also the sea references continue!

I'm linking their Bandcamp page rather than a Spotify because Dylan makes sure to include lyrics and translations on there (and in physical liner notes), if you or anyone else reading this was interested in going into the lyrics! (Also I usually feel like I should give people the option to directly support musicians if they feel inclined, where Spotify pays not even cents for most music.) But these two albums are on streaming if you'd like too!

I've also gotta recommend some Gorky's! Their 1997 album's called Barafundle, named after Barafundle Beach, and while I don't think any of the songs are directly about the sea itself (except like The Barafundle Bumbler, which uh. Your mileage may vary. It’s about a voyeur bloke that sits by the seaside on said beach), but there's Diamond Dew which is such a lovely tune, and while not about the sea, Patio Song (i.e. everyone's favourite Gorky's song) has that lovely outro of 'it is raining, so take my hand, the winter's so long, it takes so much of the earth'. ☔️🌧🌈 Happy music, some of Gorky's work! (Personal fave off the album: Starmoonsun <3)

(Also this song's in English but since we're talking about Gorky's I can't not recommend Spanish Dance Troupe. Gorgeous song.)

There's also the super cool Adwaith, who wrote the song Lan Y Môr. This song is actually a lot older than the album it ended up on, 2022's Welsh Music Prize winning Bato Mato, Adwaith are still the only musicians to win the Prize twice. They wrote the song and released it as a single back in early 2020 and it was following a run of really cool punky Cymraeg singles. Love Adwaith, they're quite cool.

Edit: HOW COULD I HAVE FORGOTTEN. The queen of the beaches. Gwenno herself. I guess I hadn’t included her because this isn’t technically a Welsh language album (save for one song, N.Y.C.A.W. (Nid Yw Cymru Ar Werth)). Gwenno is half-Welsh, half-Cornish, and this album was basically written down at St. Ives. This does sound like it, and I love this song Anima!

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noodlesoup1819 · 4 months ago

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tag game time! GET TO KNOW YOUR MUTUALS, tagged by @dis-agreeable 💜💜💜 yay! I love tag games!

What's the origin of your username?: When I was like 12 I wanted to start a small business and I was gonna call it Noodle's Soup Shop (products not at all related to soup) and even tho that didn't end up happening, I thought it was cute and started using a variation as my username on stuff. And now I'm too autistic to change

OTP(s) + ship name: I am a "QPRs your ship" person through and through. i wouldn't say I'm all that invested in ships but I do have a soft spot for QPR shinbaku (shinsou hitoshi x bakugou katsuki from bnha)

Favorite color: purple!

Song stuck in your head: uhhhh nothing comes to me atm, but I've been listening to a lot of Wang Ok covers on youtube recently

Weirdest habit/trait: I can crack a (probably mildly concerning) large number of my joints. and they're very loud

Hobbies: uhh drawing, video games, I'd like to get back into sewing. Do my journals count as a hobby?

If you work, what's your profession?: not working rn! but I'm going to uni for speech language pathology

If you could have any job you wish, what would it be? SLP! happy to be working towards my dream ✨

Something you're good at: I can read really fast. I'm comfortably mediocre to average at most things (and I'm just fine with that)

Something you hate: I have a deep distain for bricked mailboxes. they take up like 90% of the sidewalk! and I have to decide whether to walk in the street or direct my dog awkwardly behind them! Why did all the boomers in the 70s in my neighborhood decide to put huge brick squares around their mailboxes! they can be perfectly functional without being incredibly obtrusive to anyone using the side walk!

Something you collect: I love little keychains and figures and pins and stuff. if It's a little guy I can stick on my desk or a shelf or my bag I'm in love

Something you forget: to wear my glasses. my vision's just good enough for me to get by without them... until I'm somewhere in public and need to look at something across the room without squinting and getting uncomfortably close...

What's your love language?: idk maybe quality time (that is one of the ones right?)

Favorite movie/show: changes pretty frequently. I just bough Justice League the animated series on dvd and I've been loving it. I'll never say no to Haikyuu tho 🏐

Favorite food: Fettuccini Alfredo

Favorite animal: Bats! (me and dizzy are twinning here! 💜)

What were you like as a child?: generally pretty happy. more than a little sheltered and naive. I miss the days when I was a little autistic kid without worrying about social skills or school work. I was a lot less anxious.

Favorite subject at school: I'm a science girly (gender neutral) and always have been

Least favorite subject: History. it makes me anxiety spiral about humanity

What's your best character trait?: I can talk to almost anyone

What's your worst character trait?: I tend to be pretty negative. trying to change that! but my first thoughts tend to be towards the worst

If you could travel in time, who would you like to meet?: I think I'd go back and spend some more time with my great grandmother. She was around until I was about 13 and I have some great memories of her, but I'd like to really absorb some of the lessons I know she was giving me.

tagging @crowatyourwindow @hannigramislife @eery-kirstenelisabeth @hk255 @bellscansada and literally anyone else who wants to do this! 🫶

#tag game #sorry if any of you've already been tagged #thanks for tagging me dizzy!

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tanketorskk · 10 months ago

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Hihi!! :3

I'd love a yap session about your fav Knights!! If u want ofc :D

If not,, some Marauders content would be super cool!!!! Especially for Remus!! I'd love to hear about his parents and his relationship with them, but I'd be 100% totally and honestly down for anything!! Ooh defo any headcanons for him! Ahhh wowie I feel so special with all the attention uve given me !!

Have a good day :33

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It's been so long since I've gotten to answer one of your asks vjfnjgnbg I've missed iiiiiit,,, it's been so fun answering your asks!!

I’m gonna be talking more about the actual knights of Walpurgis but I’m gonna take this as an excuse to talk about my girl Lucretia cause I love her so much

Her full name is Lucretia Elladora Black and she’s born in 1925 though I’ve yet to set an actual birthday for her,, I need to figure that out. She was born with Esotropia in her right eye, polydactyly (she had extra pinkies when she was born but they were removed) and she’s infertile (these are all because of the inbreeding that the Black family is known for).

She’s in the same year as Walburga at school and she was obviously a Slytherin. She was the seeker for the Slytherin quidditch team (though her brother and cousin would often somewhat tease her that it was not proper).

Her best subject is potions and she’s very fond of them. Other hobbies, save for quidditch, include entomology (specifically lepidopterology) and a fascination for the French language. She’s also quite interested in the magical artefacts that the Black family possesses.

She grew up in 12 Grimmauld Place with her younger brother Orion (he’s four years younger than her) and their parents Arcturus and Melania Black. Their house elf was Kreacher when she was growing up and like the woman, she got her middle name after she was notoriously bad to the house elves

I picture her with very long, sleek obviously black hair with bangs, upturned grey eyes, lips that are fuller in the upper lip, a long nose and a beauty spot under her right eye and one on her left cheekbone. She’s tall for like,, Black family standards but that’s not really saying a lot? She’s taller than both Walburga and Orion but just a smidge shorter than Cygnus and Alphard. She got narrow shoulders, average bust and a tiny waist and her skin is incredibly pale like the rest of the family’s.

I think she’s the one who starts out with a crush on Ignatius and everyone considers her a bit of a bitchy mean girl cause she’s one of the girls from the Black family and she’s got a fairly stern personality and a resting bitch face but when she’s around Ignatius she’s all giggly and smiling and twirling her hair and I think she spends a lot of time trying to subtly talk him up and get either her brother or her cousins to approve of him

As for Remus!!! Ahhh I love him so much cjnfjcnf

He was born to Lyall and Hope Lupin on March 10 1960 in Abergavenny, Wales, after the two got married. Lyall is a half-blood born to parents Ulric and Altalune in 1929 also born in Abergavenny. I really like Polish Hope who moves to England/Wales at some point after the war. She is, as we know, a muggle. She meets Lyall, they have their whole meet-cute with the boggart and they get married. Neither thought that they would end up having children but they had Remus as a surprise and he made them both very happy.

I am not a Remus has distant parents/parents that hate him/anything of that sort kind of person. He’s got parents that deeply love him and that are trying their best with him despite the situation they end up with, with Remus’s lycanthropy and that shapes Remus as a person!!! Which is why it’s so important!!! He is gentle in spite of everything partially because he has been surrounded by it for all of his childhood. He’s not been able to have friends but he’s had parents and especially a mother who tried her best to make sure he wasn’t missing anything

I think Remus is really close with his mum, he’s a bit of a mummy’s boy. He’s less close with Lyall, but that’s mostly because Lyall struggles to approach him sometimes because he feels guilty for what happened to Remus because of his actions.

As for some Remus headcanons:

He grew up in a dual faith household with Lyall being Christian (though not particularly practicing) and Hope being Jewish

Blonde Remus!!! It gets darker with age but it’s still light enough to be called blonde. He’s also got hazel/green-ish eyes and a shit tonne of freckles

The nose on this guy!!! Yes,, big < 3

He smokes menthols. He hides that he smokes from his parents but especially his mother

His closest friends are Peter and Lily. He considers Sirius and James very close friends as well of course, but I think he always thinks that there’s a bit of a distance between them cause they’re “so much cooler than him”

I think he met Peter on the train before he met anyone else and the two bonded. This is why Remus was so adamant that Sirius and James include Peter in their group because he refused to exclude his first friend

Feels like stating the obvious but huge collection of jumpers

On that note, Hope knits him stuff like all the time, he’s got knitted vests, knitted jumpers, knitted socks, the whole lot. Hope will sometimes knit socks for James, Sirius and Peter as well and ask him to bring them along

He grew up in many different places since they were forced to move around a lot, but the place he stayed the longest was a fairly remote cottage that he’s very fond of. It’s not particularly fancy, but it’s very cozy and homey

For the wolfstar fans out there I think Remus is the gangliest most awkward looking motherfucker and people are always confused when they learn that wolfstar is a thing because of all people Sirius Black could end up with he chose the one who looks like he’s been through a paper shredder?

A very good storyteller I feel? If he reads a book out loud he makes different voices for the characters, but even if he’s just telling a story in general it’s always very engaging

On that note he speaks a lot with his hands

He’s a horrible dancer lol

A lot of people headcanon that Remus is very warm I feel, but I imagine he feels cold all the time even if to other people he feels warm yk?

I don’t think he’s a bad singer, he might be kinda average, but he thinks he’s an awful singer. He’ll at most do a bit of humming in a very low vibrating voice and he usually does this either when he’s cooking or when he’s in the shower

When he blushes the tips of his ears also get really red

He is the farthest thing from a morning person. It’s almost always a race in the morning to see whether Sirius or Remus will toss a pillow at James first when he’s trying to get them to get up

Remus would wear full pyjamas but none of it would match

He really likes chocolate with orange crunch in it

I could see him being the kind of person to call people love (even more so when he’s older), especially in casual passing like if he bumps into someone he’ll go “oh, sorry, love” without really thinking about it

His favourite subjects are Defence Against the Dark Arts and Charms

I think that's all I've got for now? I have other asks that vaguely include him so there might be some more coming at some point vjfnbjgnb but yeah ahhhh thank you for the ask have some moodboards as well < 3

#🍃 anon #i love lucretia so much actually i'm so glad i got to talk about her #i could talk about that generation of the black family forever actually #and remus is always fun to talk about #i didn't realise how many depressive pins i'd saved on his pinterest #lucretia elladora black #lucretia black #remus john lupin #remus lupin #knights of walpurgis #riddle era #marauders #marauders era #hp marauders #dead gay wizards from the 70s #ask #anon ask #open asks #wolfstar

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rynchoso · 1 year ago

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Words of the Fallen

Technically Darien Gautier x Vestige!Reader, but all I can say is play Summerset's main quest in ESO before reading this.

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Warnings : Use of Y/N once. Angst because it is. Spoilers for the end of Summerset. Language. The letter is taken directly from the game, which is why it’s written way better than what I’ve actually written.

Words: 1000 (I can't believe I got such a perfect count)

Robin’s comment: Cried making this, bon appétit. More seriously, this chapter (the game's DLC I mean) made me hate Meridia. She was one of my favorite daedric princes, but now it's over. All hail Azura. Anyway this is basically me telling Meridia what she deserves to hear. There's also a hint of a part two at the end ;). I'll try to write it, but I can't guarantee anything.

"Never trust a Daedric Prince. If there's anything I learned from all this, that's it in a nutshell. I used to think I had a purpose, a part to play in the grand scheme of things. I suppose I did, sort of, but the way things turned out, it wasn't at all the way I imagined. Meridia said I was her vessel. I guess my fate was sealed from the moment she brought me into existence.

Now, here I am, back in the Colored Rooms. I thought that when I gave my energy to restore the sword—and I did that for my friend, not for Meridia—I thought that was the end of me. I'm back, though, but this time is different. My light, it's fading. I can feel the darkness getting closer, pressing in. I expect that once the light goes out, that will be the end.

I need to tell you something about Meridia. She's a deceiver. She promised that if I served her faithfully, I'd earn my freedom. She never told me that freedom was just another word for the void. Don't trust her. Don't trust any of the Daedric Princes. Not ever.

I've found peace though. Meridia gave me a chance to see the world, and those I care about, one last time. To save those I loved. I'm grateful for that, at least.

I wish I had a chance to say goodbye to everyone. To Skordo. To Gabrielle. Gods, I'll miss them. But most of all, (Y/N). I don't know if she will understand how much she truly meant to me. Perhaps we'll see each other again, in another place, another time. I probably won't be the version of myself that's writing these words, though. That me will be gone. I can live with that.

I only wish I could have spent more time with everybody. Had a few more adventures. Ordered those drinks like we always talked about.

I hope my friends find peace, happiness, and love. They deserve what I could never have. If anyone ever finds this book, know that I will never forget those I named herein. And, if you find them, and I pray that you do, tell them this.

Protect the ones you love. Hold them close. Cherish their every moment. Make them laugh, and laugh with them. Smile together and never, ever, forget that the moments you have are so very precious.

Oh, and tell them not to forget me, either. I mean, I am a legend, as far as I know.

The polite, handsome, and humble knight,

Darien Gautier”

You let the book fall back on the bench where you found it.

No… No…

You were breathing heavily. And a few minutes later, surrounded by those trees, you let out your anguish.

Dawnbreaker gripped tight in your hand, you screamed.

“Take it back! Take your goddamn sword back!”

“It seems my vessel isn’t the only one who ended up having feelings when he shouldn’t.”

A bright light. There it was, this patronizing voice. This voice you had respected, after giving you back your soul and helping you in Coldharbour. This voice you grew to hate.

“You bitch, he was my friend!”

“Where is your respect, Vestige?”

Vestige. You hadn't been called that since that time you helped Abnur Tharn in Elsweyr. Only the companions called you that. The companions and Meridia. But even the Daedric Prince hasn’t called you that during this whole mission. It was like you were back in Coldharbour all over again. Back fighting for what you thought was right, back, fighting against and with forces you couldn’t comprehend.

“My respect for you died when Darien got condemned. By your fault.”

“He was my vessel, an empty shell, a weapon to do my bidding. He served his purpose.”

“He was my friend!” You yelled again.

“And a traitor.”

“How the f-”

“He sacrificed he life for you. He purified my sword, not to serve me, but to help you.”

“Oh, so this is it? You’re throwing a tantrum because your tool wasn’t devoted to you only?”

“Careful with your words, Vestige.”

“You owe me! I’m the one who fought Molag Bal, I’m the one who assembled all those allies to stop the coalition! I’m the one who just stopped Nocturnal! And you owe him too! He may have purified Dawnbreaker for me, but everything else he did was for you, to serve you, because he was your champion! Because he truly thought he could trust you!”

“And you owe me for your soul. And he owes me for the purpose I gave him.”

“You wouldn’t have been able to take my soul if I hadn’t fought in Coldharbour! It’s all thanks to me! And his purpose? He could’ve been a hero without disappearing for your fucking sake! Hell, he just wanted to help his friends!”

“Friends he shouldn’t have had in the first place.”

“I swear, I defeated Molag Bal and Nocturnal, I can defeat you too. Take back your fucking sword and give me back my friend.”

You could feel Meridia’s rising anger, the air feeling tense around you despite the Daedric prince not being here physically.

“You want your ‘friend’ back?” The prince of light asked, her voice filling you with a bad feeling.

“Yes!” You answered. “Free him from your realm!”

You swore you almost heard Meridia growling, even if that sounded out of character. But that being was strict and cold, full of authority, like a severe and cruel mother. But nothing about her was motherly. She might have been less ‘evil’ than other princes, but she still served her own interests, mortals were just tools for her, or obstacles she had to get rid of. And you were sure that she was now in the second category.

“You will have to free him yourself.” Meridia declared. “That is, if you can get out of my realm.”

Her voice was tainted in cruelty, and a blinding light burnt your eyes before everything went black.

#eso #elder scrolls online #the elder scrolls #the elder scolls online #teso #darien gautier #vestige reader #reader #reader insert #darien gautier x reader #she/her reader #angst #summerset #spoilers #my writing #fanfiction #one-shot #fanfic

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