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danddymaro · 3 years ago

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Erron Black x Reader | Pt. 5

Previous: I Know I Shouldn’t

Thoughts are italics in quotations = ‘Example’

Flashbacks are in italics = Example

A/N: I haven't worked on stories...and obviously took a break and while it wasn’t intentional , and some of you might not care, it wasn’t because I meant to.

I have been going through a couple of things that just seemed to pile up on me all at once, and while I haven't really recovered from the aftermath, I will continue to do the things that bring me joy.

You can make it or break, and I will hold myself together.

- So here’s a decently lengthy once to make up for the absence. I hope it’s alright, and worth abit of the wait.

Word Count: 9721

Pt. 5 | Of Love And Lust

While existing through a calm silence, the young woman's fingers wiggled against each other, each pad of her digits gently brushing against its counterpart as a mindless, little activity she took part in to busy herself as Black currently carried her.

It'd been as pleasant of a morning as it could get while in her situation, and she made no move to change the pleasant mood that had remained since their earlier, amicable exchange.

So, without a fuss, she let him work, showing no signs of fuss as he picked her up.

'I can walk,' she thought while languidly shifting, allowing him to hook an arm beneath her bent knees as simultaneously, his other arm was pressed to her back, supporting most of her weight as he easily came back up from his short-lasting knelt.

'But what good will it do to complain right now,' she added while fixing her eyes up to him, taking notice of how exhausted he seemed.

'You seem to do what you want, whenever you want,' she silently breathed as she let her head lean onto him.

'Well,' she then added with a little hum of content, 'It's kind of...nice,' she reluctantly admitted.

'At least this way, I feel more comfortable,' she dryly mused, preferring the hold to the gruff manner he usually handled her with which usually had him slinging her over her shoulder in a careless way that uncomfortably pressed her gut.

' - Less like something...and more like someone,' she then added with a small bit of triumph.

He left no evidence of their stay aside from the remains of a makeshift fireplace he'd set up for them the night prior, but he made no effort to cover its existence.

The flames had long been put out, and by then he didn't bother with it, knowing that soon, it would be covered by the peppered bits of sand that would be carried by the occasional breezes that would then, accumulate until their stay was forgotten by time.

During the short moment, he briefly watched her, letting his dark eyes trail over to her as she continued to entertain herself, stuck having nothing better to do.

Over contemplation of visions prior had left her pensive, yet, somehow untroubled enough to find a moment of meaningless distraction.

There wasn't much evidence of actual amusement on her face, but a subtle perk at the corners of her mouth existed as a default.

'- Funny. The further I stray away from home,' she started, ' The more I remember.' she then continued, not knowing if it was the reason for certain, but having the gut feeling .

' And the more I remember, ' she then added, ' The more I understand,' she then mused while finding strange peace in what was once the unknown.

'I understand that, truly, I have no home,' She thought with certainty, while slowly, a remanence of a smile graced her, the gentle expression touched with calm, yet melancholy as well.

'Because there is no one to go back to,' she reflected upon with an unchanged expression, realizing that her desire to find that haunting someone would not bring the happiness she'd once thought.

The ghost of a smile, while scarce, was evident enough to stir something in him, a flickering little feeling that waned his coolness to her, and threatened to weaken him furthermore.

He then fleetingly thought of the sound of her laughter.

While small, and obviously not her most joy-filled one, it had left a lasting effect that seduced him into a moment of weakness, one that had led him to have a sudden muse that he would have rather not have ever given any consideration to.

He'd wondered that if everything he'd already been given, and much more, all of which he was promised, was worth even a fraction of the loveliness he'd captured.

He chewed his tongue as he continued to watch her, his eyes aimed at the little expression because even while lukewarm, and so close to melancholy, it remained a charming sight.

It was then that she looked up at him with (e/c) colored eyes that shinned with interest, and instantaneously, the ghosting, sad smile perked into a placid uplift that managed to chase away the gloom that had become her default.

" - I slept well last night," she informed him because while it wasn't all too pleasant and brought sadness to her, it was a livable, peaceful moment she could hold dear.

'It wasn't like the one just before it,' she inwardly mused, remembering how he'd shown up, and somehow, saved her.

'It didn't start off with suffrage that ended with you.

Instead, it was...different.' she huffed with uncertainty.

'My visions, My memories,' she silently spoke, knowing that most of the haunting dreams were her memories resurfacing.

"I remember my dream." she then revealed to him, breathily uttering out the words with calm that was channeled through the serene twinkle in her eyes that seized his empty, dark ones.

'I remember it now with such ease,' she silently added with appreciation to whatever circumstances had made it possible, whether it was the distance, his presence, or just the timing itself.

'Is this really love?' (f/n) tiredly wondered as she took one last look at the singed land where the celestial being lead a dark apocalypse, taking reign over the darkened sky and everything it looked down upon it during their confrontation.

'Does it always have to hurt?' the defeated woman wondered as a searing heat struck her right at her constructed heart, the wildfire spread down to her navel before she fell back in pain.

A whirlwind of fire pushed her off balance, and knocked her over.

Soon after, her body then fell back, gracelessly plummeting along with the rest of the collapsing crumbles of earth that had been manipulated into battle.

'Should it always hurt?' (f/n) wondered with disenchantment darkening the lovely faith that had always been nested within her breast.

With a heavy, unceremonious splash, the high velocity she'd crashed down with deterred, allowing her to float for just a moment before she was submerged by the second, lagged breath she executed.

It wasn't long before she was enveloped by a tepid warmth that rippled around her, coating her until she was swallowed down by the shallow pool, sunken beneath the mass of water before gradually falling deeper into the grasp of complete darkness.

Her overwhelmed, hazy (e/c) colored eyes were trained on the eclipse that lasted above the rippling waters, the blurred sight of the fiery ring charring into her memory as she continued to look upon it, and she couldn't help but flutter her eyes close.

Hot, salted droplets mingled with the surrounding waters as she preferred to look away from the looming shadow that rested outside of the water, waiting for her to rise again.

Slowly, she continued to sink down without a qualm, resistance long gone.

A trail of scarlet flowed from her heaved chest, and throughout it all, she kept her (e/c) colored eyes shut, deciding to look away from her truth, from all the chaos that always found its way to her.

'- Is this peace?' She idly wondered as she sunk further, grateful that the darkness that slowly enveloped her was, although slowly growing cold with her sinking, somehow, also comforting.

'It's been so long,' she thought to herself with uncertainty, having forgotten what the touch of affection could bestow.

'...Is it finally over?' she then thought with liberation, hoping she'd become unreachable and left forgotten.

'If I melt along with the earth, then maybe...just maybe you'll accept me then,' she somberly mused with the most minuscule freckle of amusement placed into the thought.

' This is the only way you'd ever accept me, as I am.

- As you've made me.

I've come to understand that.'

Calmly, (f/n) continued to lower into the engulfed darkness that received her, and while perhaps it was better to try and flee up to the fiery light, she let go of that ambition.

Tired, she decided to break the repetitive cycle of insanity that she'd been succumbed to.

Lulled by the quiet that surrounded her, she instead smiled as she thought of her first embrace which had been so tenderly warm and loving,

'I was sure that was love.' (f/n) thought with sadness.

' If it was, then does it die out?' she then wondered with heartbreak. ' Is it not everlasting?' She added with confusion, having never known any other but the one that betrayed her.

- The one that swore an uninterrupted loyalty.

'Is this your own peace?' (f/n) continued to question, wondering if the goddess felt the same relief.

Against the resistance that descended her to the slow pull of the abyss that seemed never ending, as well as the heavy lethargy that weighed her down, she reached up, her arm slowly shooting up where she then extended her raw fingers up to the looming figure.

'Will you reach for me...mother?'

Blindly, with eyes that were fogged with producing tears as well as nature's aqua, she looked up at the awaiting, horned goddess.

'Or am I finally being shown mercy?' she wondered with relief, realizing that there wasn't a reach that responded to hers.

Heartbreaking as it was, there was relief in being finally let go, and it then dawned on her that there could never be happiness without the promise of some sort of misery.

'Are you finally going to stop punishing me?' the woman wondered with the terrible heartache,

'For loving you...

For trailing behind the real you...

- For fighting for what I thought was love.'

' It's locked in my chest,' the lovely woman promised, not willing to disregard the memory because it'd been the first time she recalled something other than bitter rage.

It was not perfect.

It was not riddled with joy she hoped to grasp, but rather a sorrow that came from the loss of it, which meant her life hadn't always been compromise and solitude.

It meant that there were still lovely things to discover.

It meant that happiness wasn't all unattainable to her.

He was ready to respond, the words already traveling out, but soon locked in by a tightened jaw that had locked his teeth into stiff grit.

He swallowed them down, and in place, a low breath emerged, the low released hum being one of acknowledgment that let her know he'd heard her, but that really, he could care less.

At his sour, wordless response, she seemed to grow quiet, falling into silence as she retreated back to a more reserved nature, quickly understanding.

"I just wanted you to know," she then added, sounding small, yet untouched by any traces of damage done by his dismissive behavior.

Because it wasn't like she expected anything different.

Admittedly, the cold response had somewhat blindsided her, especially with how well they'd interacted with each other before, but she'd quickly become expectant of his distinctive faces, all from observing.

There was rare tenderness she'd only caught once, but recalled with a strange warmth to her chest that she liked to dismiss because it had stunned her and become the most impactful to her, even while being the newest and most scarcely existing memory of them all.

- It made her believe that there was an existing, kind nature in him, locked and hidden far past degeneracy.

Then there was the lesser good, but the more common teasing nature that upset her because it'd started off as merciless and wicked, something she was sure that was meant to torment her until it had presented itself in a much less evil and playful, yet, irritating manner that left her simply annoyed.

And finally, there was the scornful side of him that came in two different levels.

There was anger that had, admittedly left her shaking, reminding her that past the mischievousness that had surfaced and that she'd become irritatingly familiar with, there was always going to be a part of him capable of actually hurting her.

And, in the end, there was the man that had easily hunted her down, and wouldn't show hesitance in getting rid of her if it was commanded.

There was the part of him that she feared, and then there also existed dismissiveness that made him turn from her, and it was usually brought forth by after moment where he'd come too close.

And while nearly breathless, affected by him, she stupidly wondered if there was a beat to his heart that was just as anxious, and matched hers.

'I have no one else to share with,' she added with a soft breath, accepting his response without any true injury to her heart.

'If I did, I wouldn't be here....would I?' she mused with a snicker.

' - I'm stuck with you, for now,'

She thought as they then, once again traveled on the steed, making way to their first, scheduled stop.

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She had sunken into the comfort of a soft bed, one that felt like utter bliss after the long, hard days that had ended with her having the comfort of only the desert ground and a single woolen blanket to warm her during the cold nights.

The man she'd traveled with had been kind enough to carry her to it, laying her down benevolently, all while his dark eyes remained averted, his gaze never meeting hers, having avoided her gaze since their departure from their last resting spot.

Not once did he look down, all in spite of the swelling in her heart that stupidly yearned for the connection, because there was always a dose of adrenaline that drugged it afterward.

- And it'd become addicting as well as alarmingly consuming.

He had been remarkably reserved, not even releasing a little breath that had been of amusement, or even frustration, and it was something that troubled her.

And she'd become much more unnerved when he simply left the decently sized, vacant room without even a warning to stay put.

He'd let her free, the binds that had been woven over her limbs together gone, and it gave her the liberty to properly stretch out, something that she was grateful for, but felt that was, all the same, odd.

She moved slowly, her every movement executed with the uncertainty that came from confusion and numbness. Tentatively, her feet landed on the floor, and it wasn't long before she stood before the double doors herself.

With a face whose expressions wavered from happiness to uncertainty, she took both of the cold handles in her hand and tightly held them.

With a hard, excited breath that lasted, she yanked them towards her direction, before releasing a cry of frustration when she realized they didn't budge an inch.

Again, and again, she continued to pull at the handles while forcing the doors in and out, but was left with disappointment after each attempt, quickly understanding why he hadn't bothered to worry about her running off.

Her (e/c) colored eyes were quick to search her surroundings, and she was left distraught when she realized that there wasn't another opening, only another door that lead to a washroom that was just as closed off.

Breathlessly, and with lazy steps that barely lifted her feet off of the ground, the young woman then fell to her knees.

Her upper body fell forward, and just before she crashed down her hands lay flat on the ground, capturing the descending weight. Slowly, her forehead met the same surface, and before she knew it the next escaping breath carried along a loud wail of upset that was unhinged.

The empty room was then filled with the loud frustrated cry that quickly turned into heavy sobs.

Alone, and overcome by helplessness, she finally let out her frustration, realizing that it'd probably be the only time she'd ever be alone and not under a watchful gaze.

Her hands then covered her leaking eyes as distressed huffs continued to fall past her gasping mouth.

'stop..!' she thought to herself while she continued to cry. 'Enough..!' (f/n) added while choking on a cry that she'd attempted to swallow down.

The barked orders did nothing to ease her, and instead, lead her to remember the oldest comfort to her upset,

"- Mother will always hold you, clearing your tears with nothing but an abundant love."

Violently coughing out, (f/n) then shook her head, while slowly, her hands fell over her form, the warm palms running over her arms with pulsing, little squeezes being executed to feel something other than cold stiffness.

"- Never forget that mother will always be there," the celestial being murmured with words that dripped of sweet honey. "Right within your chest," she added with the same soothing affection.

"- NO," (f/n) sneered, shakenly lifting her hunched body off of the ground, and during the slow travel that led her from a defeated state to a wobbly, standing form, her cries mellowed into little, short hiccups.

Throwing her head back, the young woman then found herself gazing up at the ceiling as an abrupt silence graced the room.

"Oh mother," the sorrowing woman breathed, cooing out the address with a sickly sweet nature that would leave behind an overbearing, rotting flavor.

"Even after all of the tears, you've yet to appear," she mused while huffing, trying to stay sane through the heavy pulsing in her head.

"- And even after my banishment," she started, " Even after your abandonment, I still waited for you," she murmured as, steadily, her fingers danced over the buttons that pulled her dress together.

"Foolishly...I waited. But not any longer now," she assured the somber air.

"You still have my love, unfortunately," she said while her clothes pooled beneath her.

Bared, she then walked over to the only other room that connected to her current place of confinement.

Her fingers slowly trailed over the tub, her eyes marveling at the wooden finish with barely exiting intrigue.

As water filled the container with water that steamed and coated her body with the tender, misty, heat, a tired, yet gentle smile was roused in between her lonesome misery.

The strange calm she exhibited left her with question, but she preferred the empty feeling over the raking, powerful misery. Momentarily, she forgot about her sadness, and in that instance of sudden blank, peace, she didn't think about the man that would surely return for her.

Instead, she peacefully submerged her body into the comforting heat, and as she did a soft, low moan escaped her.

The stiffness in her body melted, and the ache over her body was flooded with relief that roused another little sound of bliss to escape.

With reddened, half-lidded eyes she scanned over her surrounding before her eyes were drawn to a little jar of collected, pink petals.

She was ashamed, yet in awe at how quickly her mood shifted, because as she caught sight of the sweet colored remains of the sweet, aromatic blossom, she giggled.

The sound was sweet and naïve, and eagerly, she peppered the bits over her bath.

Sinking further, and greedily relishing within the scented water, she giggled again, grateful for the small window of privacy and normality.

A stray tear was then wiped away as she enjoyed the moment to its fullest extent.

She shook her soaked hair, feeling giddy to use one of the little, scented vials to lather the (h/c) colored locks.

Time progressed, and before she knew it A stern knock then came from the room's main doorway, and with surprise, she jerked up from her serene melt.

She was quick to reach for A towel, the quick dry lasting only seconds before she reached for a long robe that hung in wait.

With a tightened knot, as well as a hand that tightly gripped her chest area as fiercely as possible, she swallowed down thickly before finally stepping close to the locked chamber's entrance.

"Yes..?" she nervously uttered before a woman's low, rumbling voice responded back.

" - Step back, and behave."

Obediently, (f/n) stood aside, and watched as the woman entered the room, and she cautiously observed her as she inched back from her at a safer distance.

The visiting female had dark hair was tied into a low ponytail, every strand following the same direction, her face unobscured by both the certain way her chin pointed up, as well as by the lack of dark strands to hide it.

With a tight bite to her lower lip, (f/n) then inched closer to the opened door, her knees angled in preparation with a sprint before another voice interjected,

" - You will eat," It commanded while its owner walked through the same entrance, holding a covered platter whose scent left a flavorful aroma that made the surprised, (h/c) haired young woman swallow down thickly.

The identical women's steps moved in sync, even while completing different tasks.

The first collected (f/n)'s clothing into a neat pile that was sung over her arm before she decided to address her again,

"This will be returned shortly," she assured her guest.

"Now," she breathed, "Eat," she murmured, and while she did, the twin that catered nodded in agreeance.

"- Show appreciation for our hospitality," the second said with an underline sneer before she found the exit.

She seemed uninterested to stay, unlike her counterpart who stayed behind, keenly watching the (h/c) haired female.

"Where is he?" (F/n) managed to ask, hoping she'd receive an answer from the stern seeming outworlder.

"He will be back shortly," the somber seeming lady informed her as she continued to silently stare down at (f/n), who, from her standpoint looked small and shaken.

"-But no worries, I will make sure to return these before then," she said with the presence of true hospitality woven in her tone, hidden deep within the sternness.

"Until then, behave," she then added the order spoken with advice, making (F/n) nod.

"Thank you," (f/n) breathed, daringly reaching out to the woman before she stopped before contact, instead, balling the offending hand close to her chest with apologetic, straying eyes.

"Thank you," she said again with a smaller tone as she offered a gentle smile, and in response, the towering woman nodded, accepting the appreciation, as well as dismissing her would-be touch.

With a silence that stuck, (f/n) sat down to eat, quietly picking at the food, that, was pleasant.

It was plated in a graceful manner, and much more, held a quality that reflected privilege, and it made her feel uneasy to leave even a bite untouched.

True to her word, it wasn't long before the first woman, who she'd learned was named Mei-Lin, returned.

She'd returned her clothing, as well as collected the empty platter before she left, allowing (f/n) the privacy she needed to change and wait for Black's inevitable return.

Her legs dangled from the tall bed, and she mindlessly swung them while she waited, unsure of what to really do next, because the lack of activities gave her the choice to either sit put or aimlessly pace, which she'd already done.

A handful of hours has accumulated since he first left her and after the fourth, he finally returned.

A single knock was executed before the doors opened and closed right behind him without any other move by him, and she'd then recalled that there hadn't been a lock to the door, only delicately crafted metal handles that probably only served the purpose of decoration.

'Sorcery...' she thought with falling shoulders, 'Of course,' she added, unsure of how she could get past the magic herself.

She watched him as he came through, right as his left hand crossed over to his chest to unclasp the holster to his rifle with a barely audible click that cut through the silence between them.

With a light pull that was done with his opposite hand, he then tugged at the loosely wrapped, black, and red-trimmed scarf, allowing it to simply hang over his shoulders rather than be wrapped around his neck.

After A soft blow of air, he then let the still holstered rifle lay on the seat that was placed near him before discarding the other accessory there too.

He then worked on his sleeveless button-up with furrowed brows, focusing on the many, little pesky clasps before her alarmed gasp cut through the calm air.

"Hey..." she started dumbly, "Ah, Hey! " She added with waving hands that called out to the man even while he looked down, unable to see them.

" Hey! What are you doing?!" She then hysterically shrieked out, being quick to scurry back until her back hit the headboard with so much force that it bounced from the wall and made a loud bang that nearly startled him, surprising him much more than the shrill yelp had.

He took a long, lasting pause before sighing, then responding to her in a deadpanned voice,

"What do you think?" He droned out in a dull tone while still working on his shirt, quickly coming to the final catch.

It was only until he came to the last button that he took the liberty to lift his chin and look up at her to take in her sight.

And what he found left him puzzled.

The woman looked terrified, almost shaking as she continued to glare at him with a frown that certainly constituted as a pout.

- an adorable one at that.

'What do I think?!' she wondered with distress that only heightened as she saw his hands skim down to his buckle.

Another little click echoed in the room and as it did, he heard the faintest of whimpers be released from the young woman as her little, balled body performed a short jump.

He then stopped, his overall stilled expression morphing into one of amusement as he put the pieces together, realizing just why she'd grown so alarmed, all to the point of squeezing herself far from him.

"Now, wait just a minute," He started, making a desperate, yet futile attempt to withhold his laughter. "Got somethin' in mind darlin?" he asked her, wanting to know exactly what scenario she thought was beginning to take place.

- Because she was far off.

Way off.

She silently shook her head, too tongue-tied to try and defend herself, resulting in a nervously executed nod that denied him any more reason to torment her.

"Ah," he nearly sang, "- Don't tell me," he started, "Is it that I'm the first man you get a good look at?" He asked her with a little devious glimmer to his eye as he began to question her.

"- Or," he then added, unable to hold back the expression because as he did, the muscles in his face twitched to let his inner amusement shine through no matter the resistance that battled it,

" Or did you think that I came in here to-"

"No!" she said quickly, not wanting him to finish up on his nasty thought, because she just knew what he'd say and try to imply.

The unfinished question made her teeth tighten, and simultaneously her hands clenched together as she glared hazardously at him,

"I didn't think of anything," she responded back, and of course, he didn't believe her. "I didn't expect anything!" she went on, hating how quickly she'd panicked, mortified with her initial overaction that she just couldn't control.

He hadn't even paid any mind to her, not even turning his nose her way, and her, being, well,

'Stupid!' She inwardly cried while steaming, had exaggerated.

Instead, he chose to ignore her denial, digging deeper just for the hell of it,

'Now that we're here,' he started, finding a reason to finally smile, his new brightened mood chasing away the former, bitter rigidity he'd presented to everyone outside in the form of a scowl.

"You haven't even gotten that far have you?" He asked her, certain of that much and saying it with so much assurance, that it was nearly insulting.

- no matter how true it was.

"That's not any of your business!" She cried out, the peep uttered with a higher pitch that made his grin broaden.

Her cheeks flushed, the provoked warmth dancing over her features and spreading like flames in the wilderness.

"I'll take that as a no," he said while hooking his right index into the side of the black, denim shirt that had a single row of buttonholes.

He then tugged at the material until the tucked-in edges slipped out from his pants,

" I guess I'll have to give you a good show then," he told her, the shirt soon slipping down from his shoulders where he let it carelessly fall, leaving her with the sight of his naked torso.

Her eyes grew wide, and he could see her (e/c) colored orbs glow with interest that left him smug.

He watched her bouncing irises attempt to move away, but not budging by much, and immediately going back into a place where they continued to watch the man strip.

His fingers then slowly skimmed down to his belt, his thumb deliberately brushing over the cool metal of his buckle while sharply eyeing the woman as her eyes were glued to his moving hands, trailing down from his broad chest to the dips and ripples of his defined abdomen.

He could tell she wanted to look away, and he reasoned that the better part of her consciousness existed, crying out for her to do the right thing and just avert her gaze.

However, a part of her that coexisted with the same moral mindfulness endured the coercion to righteousness and forced the woman to stay put and watch, giving into him.

She strayed her eyes from him for only a fraction of a second before they bounced right back to him, perversely staring with expectancy that amused him.

Unashamed, he then loosened the steel until it came undone, leaving him to unbutton his pants, index, and thumb taking hold of the zipper, dragging it down as leisurely possible, prolonging his entertainment throughout the act.

She was rendered to the last of her defenses which were flying hands that slapped over her face, dutifully covering her peepers with the same self-control a devious child had while unattended at a sweets store.

And it would have worked, he mused that it would have worked had she not continued to glance at him through the little spaces that separated each finger.

His head inclined back as he let out a hearty laugh that filled the room with the jovial sound.

He then shook his head before he reached over to his bag and pulled out a needle and thread that was stored in a container so small it was perfectly hidden in his tightened fist.

With the same arrogant grin, he then picked up his shirt before he looked back at her, lightly shaking the container for her to see,

" - A few buttons popped off earlier," he explained to her as he watched her deflate.

"I went along and got myself somethin' else to wear, but thought I should fix this one up anyways," he explained, and throughout the while, she could hear him, but wasn't truly listening.

Dumbly, she found difficulty finding her voice as miserably, her shoulders sank, slowly allowing her hands to fall down to her sides.

She stared at him in the same way a once gloating man would at the realization of defeat, and he relished in the sight.

"What's the matter darlin'?" he asked her coyly, watching as the settled disappointment morphed into annoyance real quick.

'He knew what he was doing,' She seethed, embarrassed, because, yeah, she'd started off wrong, but he followed long and he played with her, choosing to take the long, awful route that was sure to humiliate her.

"You seem alil... I don't know...disappointed?" he voiced out while he went to work, expertly working the first button before he moved on to the next.

"- Almost like you were expecting a lot more," he added with a scoff as he then worked on the second.

A shiver went through her, and he could see her bite her lower lip with frustration before she then turned from him.

Pouting, her arms crossed over her chest tightly as she pointed her nose in another direction, offing him a cold shoulder.

"Ahhh," Erron sounded out in a melodic manner, grinning all the while before he let out another full-spirited chuckle,

" - You thought I was really gonna give you the pleasure, right?" He then asked her, the question making her heart perform a sudden jump that was full of both excitement and anxiousness.

' - No, of course not,' she thought with existing shame that spoke otherwise, despising how much of a shift of emotions and reactions he managed to pull her through.

He then set aside his things, the little kit slipping back into his pocket as his restored top joined the rest of his things on the seat.

He then moved with purpose, a confident strut leading him to the large mattress where she huffed to herself.

slowly, his knee took rest on the end of the mattress before his other joined, making the bed hiss out a little squeak that brought her full attention to him.

"- Lil' missy..."He started addressing her in a way that made her body warm because he almost sounded like he was cooing.

"Don't lie to me," He murmured as crawled over to her, the man continuing to smile, his deep laughter dying out as he eyed how teary-eyed she looked while dealing with the shame.

A very small bit of him was touched by her helpless expression, eyeing it with a diversion that held a smaller exiting tenderness that fawned over how innocently sweet she was.

Because in his world, he seldom crossed paths with a woman so truly, sweetly alluring.

Her attempt wasn't to draw him, her nature holding authenticity.

However, the affection was then squashed,

'You've got no business lookin' so sweet,' He mused, keeping his eyes on her, watching as little by little the cutesy color that filled her face began to become more prominent.

His hand found her chin before taking a gentle hold of the point with a soft hand that showed a delicacy she instinctively melted onto.

Unwillingly, she softened down to his touch, and he capitalized with more of the kind brush.

His fingers curled beneath her jaw, each digit repeatedly brushing her skin, sweetly dragging his fingers beneath the delicate flesh as a darling manner he hadn't initially intended, but nonetheless proceeded to act with.

His thumb then pressed over her bottom lip, making it easy for him to feel the soft breath that left her parted mouth.

It was shuttered and low, and as he felt the warmth of it fan over his flesh, there was a falter within his chest that made his own breath stumble.

She didn't fight against him, nor did she immediately draw back, and it was something that caught him off guard, uncertain of what her motive was because by then she should have resisted.

Even if it was futile, she always found a way to bite back.

'What are you doing?' He thought while bothered, watching as she shied down, her glowing eyes hidden as she shut them after two coy blinks.

She cowered, yet leered into him and his hand, and it drew him in further, intrigued enough that he became easily entranced in his weakened state.

'If I sit still...' She started, ' What will you do?' She wondered, swallowing hard as she recalled what had happened before when he'd been so daringly pressed against her.

'Will you continue to touch me?' she wondered with a heavily bouncing heart that was fueled by anxiousness, having had the curiosity for a while.

' If I don't reject you... will you just stop? ' she inwardly mused.

' Do you tease me... because it's amusing? Because I recoil?

Because you just want to play with me?

Or do you...?

Do I...?

' She then stopped herself, not wanting to continue on the thought, though already suffering it's effect.

Again, she felt a soft heat spread throughout her body, the warmth that stayed causing her to sit in distress as he continued to taunt her.

"You Thought I'd really give those pretty eyes of yours something more to eat up, huh?" He then asked her in a low murmur, watching as she shook her head in denial, while impulsively, her legs pressed against each other with tight friction.

"No..." she breathed, a thickness present in her tone.

'Never,' She deemed without a shred of consternation, not leaving any room for doubt in her mind that would say otherwise because she was well aware that her body cried out with a different answer.

And somewhere within her chest, her heart found its own protest to her own denial, being the most foolish part of her because it was so easy to fool when it desperately yearned for a touch.

Painfully aware, she knew that if they all agreed in the same response, then it wasn't long before she stupidly gave into him.

'No...' She told herself, 'This isn't me... because I...

- No...' She thought helplessly.

" Look right at me darlin'," he told her. "Come on sugar," He beckoned her with an edgewise voice, one that was as thick and sweet as molasses.

"Ain't nothin' wrong with havin' a lil cravin' here and there," He mused aloud, as all the while she shook her head in denial.

'It' shouldn't be like this ,' She argued, ' Not him.' She told herself.

'- A cravin' here and there, that's all I've got for you,' he told himself, having maundered over the thought far longer than he cared to admit, because it was much easier to declare he felt a tickle of lust for her and nothing more.

'I can't possibly be affected by a man so appalling,' She told herself, an existing, nagging part of her mind continuously reminding her that the only reason she was stuck with him was because he took her from her home and forced her.

'Everything he does... it's only to hurt me.' She convinced herself.

'Everything he is... is a man meant to hurt others,' She went on, trying not to think about how much his warmth had calmed her throughout her sleep.

'There's no possible way I can actually be drawn to him!' She added with frustration, fighting against the feeling that threatened to take over her.

- The same one that melted her when she watched him express a warm smile.

'He made a fool of me!' She reminded herself. 'The last time I trusted him, he took advantage and toyed with me!' She then thought with growing fury, not willing to forget that scorn.

She huffed in aggravation and he mused that if it'd been more comical, she would have released steam.

"I hate you," She breathed, but soon after, she fell back onto the mattress, all while the glaring man crawled over her, caging her down with a large body that begged to melt over hers.

Humming, he ignored the spite, instead focused on the give her body displayed as it contradicted the very words that left her and were meant to scathe him and draw him back.

She quivered as his hand landed on her hip, then shuttering as it ran down her leg, soon meeting flesh as it fell down far enough to find the end of her skirt.

she felt his gloved fingers trail back up her leg, the digits soon finding her hidden thigh, and once he crept up more, mere inches from where she knew the edge of her panties rested, she jumped, words flying out of her mouth in a quick breath,

"Y- You're nothing without your guns!" She barked at him with full frustration, the cry rising an amused chuckle out of him as she started to wiggle.

He'd been willing to ignore just about any little insult she could throw at him, but her little jab at him made him react because it hadn't been the first time he'd been shot with it, and it was then that his venture stopped, the traveling hand moving to grasp her chin again, forcing to look at him properly.

"Oh really?" he jeered, entirely too distracted by her little shot at him.

He was well aware of what her aim was, and even then he took the bait, unable to leave it at just that because it nagged at his pride.

"They're a dishonorable way of fighting," She continued, serving him yet another judgment he'd sat through before, all from more 'righteous' beings.

"Rather be deadly, than honorable," He reasoned, being a survivalist, willing to come out on top no matter what method.

- He hadn't lived as long as he had simply because he played nice.

"Those are just the words of a coward," She argued back, "A coward who has no virtue," She then added.

"A coward who's rotten, and vile and-" She was cut off as his hand covered her mouth, quickly shutting her starting, passionate speech down.

Her (e/c) colored eyes narrowed at him, and he could see the insult that swirled within them, forcing a grin out of him, the moment still being enjoyed even while she aimed to bother him.

One of her hands flew to strike his face, but being quicker, he evaded it by knocking it away with a single arm that quickly pinned it down, her forearm soon landing right to the side of her head.

His opposite hand moved to the other, not taking a chance at more retaliation, and all in good timing because it thwarted her plan to use it in spite.

"Honey you're fit to be tied, " He told her sounding all too delighted, unable to hide the playfulness in his voice, " A woman as seethin' as you is better held down," He added while occupying his two hands with holding her wrists down.

"Otherwise, you'd do something nasty to me," He said while grinning, finding focus on her reactions instead.

"Right?" he breathed.

"You know it's the truth!" She said to him, insisting that his only good trait was spinning his guns.

"You just spin your little toys and shoot a good shot every now and then!" She went on, a rabid grin on her face, purposely taunting him, finding her own sort of glee in seeing the quick flashes of irritation that didn't allow his amusement to last long.

"Spin 'em?"He asked her with a haughty laugh, and while he'd overlooked it, she noticed there was a hard, repetitive twitch to his brow that was evidence of her provocation.

'You're really itchin' to get a rise out of me, huh?' He mused while locking eyes with her.

" Honey," he purred, " I make em' sing," He assured her. "Just as easily as I can make you howl," He then added before fully caging her down.

There was absolutely no way she could squirm herself out from under him as he held her down, the very idea amusing him, and crossing her because it just meant he was so much stronger than her.

It proved that it was much more than a little talent to play with pistols that had her at his mercy, and they both knew it.

The sight of the shirtless man left her weakened, and while she'd tried to look away she'd been unsuccessful, getting a good look, and locking the image in her mind.

The vision stayed, living for her as she shut her eyes, trying to not grant him the glory of having her ogle him again.

'When you talk like that...' He started, 'So full of yourself...so brave and challenging',' he huffed.

'Like this,' he breathed lowly, ' Close...so close,' he added with a slow intake of breath that served to try and calm him, but did the opposite.

'Too close,' he silently exhaled.

'You sure are getting a rise out of me...though, not quite like how you'd expect, ' he thought while leaning down to her neck.

'What's your secret?' he then wondered, inhaling the sweet smell again, wanting to know why the delicate fragrance still remained.

He could smell the floral scent that clung over her, and he knew that it was from her earlier bath, but past the odor, there was one that lingered beneath.

It was masked by the earlier wash, but at the proximity, he could easily capture the remaining musk.

the fragrance worked as a sweet pheromone that drugged him, dosing his body with her essence, an inescapable, unforgettable imprint that only reminded him of his earlier encounter with her and the craving he was left with.

His mouth damn near watered, and with a low pant, he fanned his warm breath other her chilled flesh before he daringly pressed his mouth over a chosen small, enticing patch of flesh.

The tip of his tongue escaped his parted mouth, flickering over her (s/c) colored flesh daringly, selfishly pressing down.

The hitch in his breath was unmistakable, and mindlessly, his body reacted, magnetized to her furthermore, and without hesitation, he let his hips jerk down, pressing himself to her in a way that forced a squeal out of her.

She could feel something thick and hard fall into the soft part of her that had pooled, and there was a shameful throbbing to her womanly bits that left her anxious for something more.

'W-what is..?' she stopped herself, quickly understanding after he rolled his hips down to hers again, the slow, dragged-out movement pressing onto the softness of her lower self without remorse.

Meanwhile, his tongue lay flat on her neck, gracing all of his buds with her taste. He stayed, torturing her with the lasting press that fastened her quick breaths into labored pants that morphed into soft moans.

It was then that he relented and the nuzzling became more innocent.

He instead opted to run the point of his nose along the side of her jaw, filling every breath he took with more of her.

Little shockwaves struck her very core, all ignited by the hardness that tightly pressed itself to her pulsing heat.

And the low, rumbling sounds of his exited breaths didn't help one bit.

Though clothed, she squirmed as he applied pressure to a certain little spot that made her body jerk back to his.

He released a low hiss, the noise being a subdued moan of his that he'd forced back from escaping at its true volume.

And by then her breaths became labored, the subtle, little lift to her own hips that continued not going unnoticed.

'Shit...' he thought while taking hold of her hips, grasping the thickness with fingers that selfishly dug into the softness of her body.

The throbbing hardness begged for more, for closer contact, and it made his mind blank, the void of non-existing thoughts infected by the blinding desire that left him hungry for more of her.

His daring hand then moved and searched for more, his unkindly pressing fingers dragging over the tempting flesh as it inched beneath her skirt, gravitating towards a heated core that he felt desperation to sink into.

Her hands ventured with desire as well, but one that was much more naïve, not knowing what to touch, but having the want to, either way, pleasure reached through the desperate grabs she made.

His body was larger than hers,

' Strong...' she started, 'manly,' she dumbly added, not knowing what else she could interject, her mind too focused on the feel of his running hands as well as the warm, soft texture of his naked flesh as it was kneaded by her smaller ones.

Manly was the only word she could surmise while stuck in mind-numbing bliss that clouded her better senses.

Her right leg slipped beneath his own as he moved, and instinctively, it hooked over his waist as she felt the need to have him closer.

A breathless moan escaped her, and with half-lidded eyes that nearly hid blackened orbs, he moved on his own instinct, willing to seal it all with a desperate press.

His lips hovered over hers, but just before they met, she had a short window of clarity.

For just a fraction of a second, she could see through the fogginess that had clouded everything else and had only let her focus on the overwhelming desire.

With wide eyes that sparkled with remains of the stupefying lust, she turned away, her face snapping away to avoid the intimate touch.

Warm lips landed on the softness of her cheek, and with stun, she rapidly blinked her (e/c) colored eyes while stuck in a momentary paralysis as she realized how far they'd gone.

- And much worse, how much more she had been willing to allow.

Once she turned away, his deliriousness lasted, leaving him dazed until, slowly, he came out of the heavy spell.

'- What just...?'

Her tangled limbs weighed down, and she pressed herself to the mattress, not wanting any more contact with him, afraid of falling back and acting upon what was left to be desired.

There was an unbearable frustration that came with not going any further, and she detested all of which called her back.

"let me put it in a language you'd understand," She started, licking her lips in a way that made him eye them with a hunger that was still present in him even as he retreated after the kiss.

Haggardly breathing, (f/n) tried to find her voice, and much more a certainty that would make it seem firm,

"Y-You're a one-trick pony, cowboy." She spat out, quickly turning back to him, trying to ignore just how close he was, desperately attempting to try and force out the powerful, dominating desire that wanted to take the reins again.

'This one's on me,' he mused with chagrin, willing to take the hard loss of control with as much summoned dignity he could because it wasn't how things were supposed to go.

None of it had been in his plans.

'you shouldn't be able to do this,' he inwardly cursed, despising how, in spite of his position that had him pinned her down, she was in charge.

Always, whenever he dared to, no matter how prepared he was certain he was, she found a way to conquer him.

She beckoned him.

She had him spellbound, and not the other way around.

' You still don't realize it do you?' he thought with annoyance, yet somewhat of an appreciation for the very obliviousness because it just meant that, he could salvage the authority he had over her.

"Darlin..." he nearly hissed, "- Wanna make a bet?" He then offered her with a sardonic tone.

"I'm a bettin' man, and I'll make your little words lose any bit of truth they could ever hold," He said with certainty.

"I've got just two strapped to me right now," he informed her, referring to the weapons that were still holstered to each side of his waist.

"-So, take one," he told her.

"Hold it with you. Toss it aside." he then suggested. "Do with it what you want, because I'm not gonna use it anyways." He informed her.

"I won't use any of my ...toys," he murmured with the ending being sneered out.

"- I have no need for them, especially when it comes to you," he arrogantly scoffed.

"Now go on ahead sweetheart, run from me." he advised, " Take the upper hand if you wanna call it that, and get a head start, " He continued to command.

" I'll just catch you again," He said with the utmost confidence.

" Is this another sick joke?" she asked him with a tremor in her voice that pleased him,

"- because I'm not willing to fall for any of your games!" She added.

"Nah," he breathed, "This ain't a game," he murmured while he pressed his mouth to her lobe, speaking with the same thickness that forced her to shiver.

'That's it,' he thought while slowly regaining his dignity.

"Reach for em' darlin'," He told her. "Wrap your lil' fingers around the whole thing and hold it nice and tight," he said while taking hold of her hand, leading it down beneath his waist.

He could feel the shivering in her body as her hand brushed past the prominent bulge, and chuckling, he breathed out a sorry excuse for a word of remorse,

"Whoops," he murmured, not at all sorry.

Once she took hold of the weapon strapped to his side, he crawled back, slowly easing himself off from her with a confident grin as he presented her with the sight of his raised, empty hands.

His chin then pointed to the entrance where he moved to.

His right hand balled before he tapped on the door, allowing both to open.

He stood aside one of the sides and simply watched her as he kept the entrance available for her to walk through.

She then stood up on shaking legs, glaring at him the entire time, the open, defenseless stance he took somehow, appearing threatening either way.

'Why is he doing this?' she asked herself as she retreated towards the doorway, never taking her eyes off of him, despising how untroubled he seemed.

' - he's proving a point,' she then convinced herself, quickly coming to the conclusion. ' he's proving to me why he was sent. ' She added.

'-That no matter what I do...he'll always be on top.

He'll always be able to do with me what he wants,' She inwardly spoke with distress.

'-But he took the bait,' She thought with growing faith, grateful that the opportunity had finally come to her.

As she took her chance, he watched her bolt, sprinting like a helpless rabbit that weaved through the wilderness, the small creature knowing nothing but to flee from the violence.

Once he watched her disappear down the hall, he shook his head before he released a shaken, low breath as he returned into the room, leaving the doorway for anyone to be welcomed.

After all, it didn't matter by then when she'd fled.

"If only he knew ... " He started, referring to the man that'd lead him to her, the same one who'd trusted him to simply do the job.

'If he knew I'd touched his precious goddess,' He went on, memorizing her scent, her feel, her softness just beneath him.

"Oh darlin', You're gonna get me in trouble," He muttered lowly.

A few moments later a single knock graced the wide-opened door.

Near silent steps approached the entrance, stopping shortly from fully entering the chambers.

Almond-shaped black orbs looked over the empty room before they finally settled toward him, and silently, he extended his arm out in wait.

"As you requested," Mei-Lin said while she approached him, handing him a black, with red-trimmed jacket, not all too different in design from his previous shirt.

He chose to wear it instead, and zipped it up before clasping the little silver button on it's edge to properly wear it.

He then took his time in packing his gear, making certain every strap and zip was perfectly done.

And all the while, she stood there, watching him, curious as she lightly cocked her head to the side.

"Did you let her go?" she questioned him with an arch to her dark brow that picked up the sharp, well-groomed front up high.

He snickered as his hand felt nothing but air while at his side, not meeting the touch of cool metal that was always there to accompany him.

" Must have been hard for you to Pull in your horns while I was away," he lowly responded, easily able to sniff out her truth, knowing that (f/n)'s leave pleased her.

She momentarily bowed her head, hiding the tight press she forced upon her lower lip as she held in her words, choosing wisely.

" I hope she flees from you," she voiced, "That she finds refuge in a better realm," she went on.

" Away from you.

Away from all of the evil that surrounds people like you," she said with a low rumble as she started to clean the room.

" By hook or crook she was runnin' out of here...am I right?" He said with narrowed eyes.

" If it is destined to be, then she shall, " she said with eyes that narrowed at him.

"But I wouldn't have been the one to aid her," she said with loathing, accepting that she wouldn't have ever have had the courage to do so.

"I know my place, as know yours," She added while viciously glaring at him, well aware that he was one of Shao Kahn's favorites, even while being an earthrealmer.

He then brushed past her, snickering.

" A search dog roaming lands that he should have never stepped foot upon," she sneered,

"...Aiding the cause of a tyrant, and whatever evil pays him," she added with utter malice, her obsidian eyes welling with a spiteful gloss.

"I hope you never find her," she breathed, "I pray upon the elder gods that she escapes you."

He hummed in return, dismissive of her claim, unconcerned by the ramblings of a delusional woman who, in spite of all the chaos, still believed that wishing would solve her problems.

Did she really think that her prayers would be acknowledged, when, she lived in a realm that was nothing but masses of conquered realms and gathered species that were taken in as trophies?

He'd served the villain himself, and he saw nothing but spoils, so why would he ever take heed to such a foolish threat?

" - We'll be back soon," he informed her, going out in pursuit, the stalking wolf willing to take in the pleasures of sinking his fangs into the fleeting rabbit.

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Erron Black x Reader | Pt. 4

Previous: The Big Bad Wolf

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Pt. 4 | I Know I shouldn’t

5 Days Later// Day 8

The hot sun crept over the horizon, and as it did, the brunette male found himself staring up at the murky sky with a pensive look that soon morphed into utter frustration.

His horse was a little distance away from him, soundly sleeping with soft, light whines being released among every other long breath it let out which was something Black sighed at, because it meant the creature had gotten a genuine, long rest the night prior.

It was rare on his travels, and he couldn't help but find it amusing, though, in a cynical manner,

'to think...even the damn horse is getting more rest than I am,' He thought with a hint of annoyance. '- And here I am, not a lick of sleep,' He thought bitterly, having been awake hours in advance, ultimately stuck gazing at the sky until the stars moved away and became masked by the brightness of the better glowing one that brought light to the land.

'When was the last time?' Erron asked himself, trying to remember another sleepless night, eventually forced to dig through memories that exceeded entire decades, and went back to a time before he’d even set foot in another realm.

'It's been a while.' He recalled, hastily brushing away the past, determining it better to not dig up old skeletons that needed to see no light.

Huffing, he then trailed his eyes over to the woman just in time to witness an airy breeze waft past her.

It forced a little shiver from her, while simultaneously her face scrunched up, fussily pouting as she wiggled, getting more comfortable by curling her entire body into a tight little ball, cocooned by the comfort of the little blanket that had been draped over her.

It was not long before a content, little smile graced her while a sweet, little sound that was of equal peace left her, making him heave an irritated sigh.

"- Unbelievable," He grumbled, realizing that even the woman had lived through a better night than he had.

He then thought back to the evening before, right before they'd stopped because, it was the main reason he just couldn't sleep.

Black hummed a soft tune, one that was carried off into the silent breeze, moving in opposition to his direction, instead, aimed back to the path that would lead the woman home.

Throughout the journey, he was surrounded by a rich fragrance that was in contrast to the desert, and more akin to a lovely meadow riddled with color and life.

'...Just like that ol' flowerbed, Nana loved so much,' He idly thought, cherishing a small piece of his childhood that actually brought a smile to his face, one that lasted as he reminisced back to the springs where the blossoms flourished on the old farm.

For a long, lasting minute, his eyes shut close before he brought his chin down to the crown of her head, secretly breathing in her alluring scent while she continued to rest in his arms, unknowing of the act.

By then, she'd lost every bit of resistance she had, unenthusiastically accepting that it was much easier than continuing another day of an aching back in failed attempts to further herself from him.

She'd had no choice but to fall back onto him, simply accepting his warm encasement, far too worn to keep opposing him, because in truth, she did find comfort while cradled by him.

- But it wasn't as though she'd ever admit it to him.

It had been hours before she made a sound, but when she did, it was one that seemed startled and frightened, something that was not so frequent during the horseback travel.

Following the peep, his right hand then left the reigns, slowly inching closer to her in a blind path before he found her tightly wound hands.

'I've found...a remedy,' He silently told her, having quickly realized that if there was anything that calmed her, it was the touch of his hands. It'd only been a silly hunch of his at first, but then, he tested out the waters, realizing that a little graze to her arm rewarded him soft pleased sighs.

'So then...what happens if I do more?' He wondered, as his warm palm grazed the smooth skin of the back of her hand, daringly moving before eventually, it lured out a little sigh of relief from her as his fingers linked with hers.

It wasn't long before her own fingers curled, holding his hand down with urgency, begging him to stay longer with the act.

'- It's much different than my own,' He realized while marveling at the difference.

'Her fingers don't reach as far as mine,' He mused, 'And her whole palm is nothing but heat,' he added while pressing his to hers, merging their warmth into one.

A smile then formed on his eased expression, the tranquility it had been rested with lifted with a very faint, yet glowing form of delight,

"This lil' biddy... all she's done is complain and nag." He hummed, overall entertained by his little companion.

' - But,' He then thought with a little chuckle,' if she were out draggin' her rope, she'd have just about every man reachin' out for it.' he added with unaltered confidence, finding it right whichever way he looked at it.

'She's sweet and soft all around,' He then observed,' But with a lil spice that just adds so much more,' he explained.

'At the first taste...It's enough to turn a man into a complete saphead,' he noted, slowly easing down, brushing his lips over the (h/c) colored hair.

The little, light press was short-lived before he pulled back, a low hiss escaping him as he realized what he did.

The small bubble of serenity he'd shared with her popped, and as it did, he burst from it’s carelessly floating state, soon crashing down to reality.

He snatched his hand back, the resistance she'd tried to retain him with easily overpowered by the sharp move.

The soft comfort she'd been graced with was soon stolen, and Yet again, she seemed upset, but the burn he felt was far too great to cave in and repeat his mistake.

The soft heat that had touched him burned, the scathing burn crawling up his entire arm, attacking his entire body with a violent forced that seemed vengeful, cursing him for lulling her to peace before selfishly taking it back.

"She's a vixen hidden in a guise of a sweet lil' cotton tail," He fumed, suggesting her innocence was nothing more than a guise.

"I ain't no fool," He said with irritation, his glaring eyes lasting only half a minute before they softened, gradually losing their raging ardor as he continued to stare at her slumbering face.

"No," He puffed, " What am I sayin'?" He then added lowly, shaking his head at his accusation, deep down within knowing that it had no ground to stand on.

"She's drivin' me insane," he then grumbled, finally tearing his eyes from her before dragging his two hands over his face, repeating the process of rubbing them up and down until he felt more lively, forcibly brushing off his sleep deprivation.

His steps were languid as he moved toward the saddlebag, fishing out the well-seasoned coffee pot, needing a bit of the strong taste to start his day.

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“ Been needin' a good brushing, huh boy ?” Erron said while sweeping his fingers through the steed's long, silken strands of snow, all with a hint of sweetness in his voice as he practically cooed at the creature.

Curiously, (f/n) leisurely trailed her eyes over to the man, quietly staring at the display, her dour expression that was a product of her sudden wake melting down as she continued to watch him.

“ - Can't hope to impress any of the ladies while being tangled up like this, right?” Erron added while he grinned, by then brushing along the entirety of the animal's body, focusing on his stripped back and belly.

He was granted a small huff, one that made him chuckle, and if (f/n) hadn’t seen it, she wouldn’t have believed it, because there was no hint of maliciousness, or even mirth, just simple, wholehearted amusement that nabbed her.

“Good boy,” He went on, sounding just as tender, the sunny sound akin to warm, caramelized sugar.

“Did yourself a good amount of work yesterday, didn't you my strong man?” he added with pride, wearing a wide grin that showed all of his teeth.

'At least one of us is doin' things right,' He added sourly, well aware he was slowly slipping, and if there was anything that he detested, it was the bitter savor of squandering his winnings.

The woman was putting it all at stake, and doing so in the most irritating fashion.

During then (f/n) continued to observe the male with interest, her curiosity peaked by his behavior, because she hadn't believed there was even a shred of him that was decent, especially not with what she'd been shown nights prior.

His deception still pricked at her, yet, as she watched him, she couldn't help but find the faint glow that lifted his face somewhat appealing.

It slowly drew her in, and in a sense, she felt as though she were being reintroduced to him.

There was a peace he moved with, and it reminded her of her own happiness, the same one she felt as she showered her blossoms with water.

It reminded her so much of the small bit of joy she felt when in the proximity of the blooms that a small, delicate smile formed on her features.

'When I was upset, it was the only thing that made me happy.' she mused, wondering if the grooming was something he used to reach his own calm.

Was it something that brought him peace?

Her light smile lasted only a short-lived minute before she stopped herself, her (e/c) colored eyes growing with slow realization,

'Wait...' She started, slowly gathering her thoughts, ' I can't really be identifying with this man...Right ?' She inwardly chewed.

'He's an awful man, and there are no two ways about it,' She then added, hoping not to budge in her belief, because it was so much easier to hate him when she thought of him as just some heartless monster.

It was much easier to fend off his effect on her when she pretended that he was nothing more than wicked-hearted.

'Nothing good comes from him,' She then thought with resentment before she released a soft, uneased breath,

'No...Not one good thing...'She added bitterly.

'He's awful, ' the same inner voice that held bitterness pressed on.

'...Yet, somehow, every comforting moment that I recall in my sleep is riddled with him,' She then thought to herself, unable to deny his hand in the slowly growing comfort she was obtaining.

'I'm starting to remember bits and pieces,' She thought with satisfaction, having achieved something she thought was, at one point, hopeless.

' But... It's only when he's involved,' She interjected with unease wedged within the content.

'I forget where I really am.

I've never felt such peace and unease before. How can I even describe it? ' She started to wonder.

‘ Maybe...something like an absorbing fantasy within a nightmare,' she described.

'The darkness I blindly tread through has been invaded by him, and I'm afraid that it won't be long before there's not even a hint of the former horrors...

Only him.

By then, it will be only him.'

Her eyes momentarily closed as she slowly fell back into the vivid dream of the day prior.

(f/n) was surrounded by scorching fire that singed the very flowers she always thought of with tenderness, and as she looked down at it happen, she couldn't help but feel sorry for them as they turned to grey ash.

Slowly, her (e/c) colored eyes trailed up to a blurred figure that was so close, yet, in a sense too distant, all to the point of being just a blurred mass.

Everything was clouded save for the sight of a halo held upright by long, crystal horns.

Sharp pointed ends decorated both the pointed horns as well as the heavenly crown, and the sight was strange, yet familiar.

Ominous, fiery orbs then came into display, narrowed at the young woman during then, and while the face of their wielder was still a muddled blur, (f/n) fell into recognition at the sound of a familiar rumble.

'It's you...' She thought with widening eyes, her heart bouncing exited.

She had so many questions to ask, however, they jumbled up in her throat, and before she could even utter a word, the other woman spoke,

" Nature demands equilibrium." the voice declared with an unwavering belief.

" Balance is perfection," She went on, and as she continued to speak (f/n) couldn't help but feel her heart wrench.

'what does it all mean?' She wondered, not knowing why the words hurt so much. ‘Why are you telling me this? What meaning does it have?’ She wondered at a loss.

A sense of betrayal then flooded her, and slowly, (f/n) came to an understanding,

'I loved you.' She thought with certainty, knowing that the feeling existed, even while standing before her on what was clearly an opposing end.

The affection was true and so great that it lay dormant, lying in sleep.

'My mind forgets you... but my heart always has you there.' (f/n) inwardly stated.' You’re there, but blocked by a pain that I can hardly manage.' she added.

'The betrayal, I know it's enough to blind me, and much more, It battles with everything beautiful that exists in my heart for you,' She conceded.

(f/n) could feel the tears that fell down her face as they trailed a hot fire that continued to burn as she silently cried,

'You've betrayed me in a way that is still haunting me, and has been slowly killing me,' she added while a bitter resentment flooded her.

‘Is this why I forget? Because the truth is just too painful?’ She brooded.

"You have stepped out of that order, and thus made that balance impossible," the being said while the land beneath (f/n)'s feet slowly crumbled. Bits and pieces of land rose at the lift of her hands, and as (f/n) watched, she frowned.

'The world moves to your whim...but I refuse to fall into the same direction.' the (h/c) haired young woman thought with resilience.

(f/n)'s hands then balled, the fists shaking as she tightened them, soon aching with the strain of their force.

Both love and tenderness were corrupted by her pain, twisting the affection until it bent into a rage that began to suffocate her.

"Stand down," The towering woman pleaded, a sudden strain in her voice thickening the tone, "Please," She murmured, but the plea only drove the younger female further into opposition.

'If I'm an obstacle...then why show hesitancy?' She sneered, insulted. ' If whatever made you betray me is so powerful...then why do you plead with me?

Why do you still pretend to care about a pebble in your path?'

"Resistance only ensures your suffering," The powerful being then added, it being something that struck (f/n) with a violent force of outrage.

"You!" (f/n) bawled while suddenly snapping, her body shaking with the power of her bark.

"You ensure my suffering!" she sobbed, the floodgates busting.

'You're the reason for these nightmares!

You're the reason for my abandonment!

You're the one that has caused me so much pain...and yet, somehow, you have the arrogance to shove the burden of my suffrage aside!'

"You pretend to care for me, but you hurt me!

You hurt me for a cause you don't believe in!

That's how much your love amounts to!

Nothing!

- Absolutely nothing when you're willing to cast it aside for an order you don't believe in yourself!" She rambled on, the words spilling before she could even think twice.

" You'd rather cast your own daughter away than defend her!" She cried out, her palms bloodied as her nails dug through the skin.

'Daughter...' the suffering woman then sniffled, 'Daughter?' she then repeated with wide, wet eyes.

' My mother... this woman is my mother,' she inwardly grieved before hanging her head.

'The same person that causes me to suffer... is my own mother...' She then realized.

(f/n) continued to lament, her breath coming to a strong hitch as hands then reached out to hers.

Tightly shutting her eyes, she grimaced, expectant of more pain to come, all in the form of a brutal lashing,

- But it never did.

Instead, larger palms enveloped hers, slowly unwinding the little balls with little caresses that felt comforting.

Slowly looking up, the suffering woman then found herself gazing up at a dark-eyed man, one who smiled faintly at her sight.

His dark eyes which were as rich in color as the bitter coffee he indulged in stared down at her with mirth that made her feel light, as though the only worries she had were what came from his teasing.

All of the chaos was gone, and there was nothing but a desert land behind the man, one that held a few scattered blossoms, each one living its best life, even while stranded throughout the barren land.

They waved at her as the light breeze swayed them, luring more tears to fall from her (e/c) colored eyes.

She continued to cry, but with a different pain in her chest that felt rather sweet and melting.

‘I’m so happy to see you...’ She mused. ‘Just why am I so happy to see you?’ She asked herself.

His two hands proceeded to hold her own, his fingers slowly weaving through hers as he held each limb dearly.

"You sure cry a lot," He chuckled, the statement forcing a little huff to leave her, softly bemused by his words.

'I do.' She thought miserably, 'And I must be a nightmare to live with,' she added, not knowing how he ever got rest with her there when she sniveled so much.

Her fingers then pressed against his hand, squeezing them as she tried to hold him back, just in case he wanted to draw back from her.

'right now, your hands feel comforting.' she mused, 'right now... you're the only thing I have.' She thought sweetly.

'Just hold me...' she begged.

"Darlin'," he murmured, a teasing tone in his voice greeting her as it traveled to her.

"What should we do?" He asked with the same playfulness that held a warm drip of honey, filling her stomach with a heat that left her suddenly starving.

'I should run away,' She thought to herself, instead, closing her eyes with another little breath as her arms wrapped around his strong neck.

"-Stay like this," She said while he took the chance to wrap his arms around her.

'I don't know you,' She reasoned, 'You're a stranger after all,' She said to herself, not even knowing what name to call him.

'I don't know you...But much worse...I don't know myself anymore,' She sorrowed as she let him take control of her, not a single complaint whispered out as his mouth claimed her (s/c) flesh.

'This feeling makes me forget. It masks the pain,' she added while melting.

'This smell...it's so strong...it's so strong that I could lose myself in it forever.' she confessed.

‘It’s much sweeter than blood.

It’s more comforting than burning flesh and earth’, She thought with certainty.

'- I'm so afraid of you...I'm afraid of all of this,' She then thought with the same distress, though not backing down.

She then continued to watch him, curious to know if he had any other expression that was just as kind, her heart desperate to know.

'- Could I be mistaken?' She wondered.

Realizing he had a spectator, the dark-haired man stopped, taking a pause in his actions and speech altogether, because he knew he was being watched.

He could feel her eyes on him, and by then his sweet tongue was bitten, the gunslinger choosing to continue in silence instead while feeling strangely reserved.

During then, he let his eyes travel to her, eyeing the restrained woman as she continued to stare at him with the same enchanting eyes that had bound him before, and now haunted him without relent.

He then stopped, the motion in his hand-dying out until he took a long pause, doing the only thing that he had a mind to, and that was to stare at her.

There was a pause between them, filled with silence and the female's curiosity as she continued to study him, all to a point it was unnerving, rattling him.

He then turned back, leaving the thought of her in the back of his mind, shoved away, but still, stubbornly there, occasionally teasing him to look back and get another glimpse.

- It wasn’t like him. It wasn’t something he could counter, because he’d never had the problem before.

"Damn it.." He gritted.

Annoyed, he huffed, the frustrated blow of wind conveying his inner stresses, the vexation further accented by the sudden way he threw the brush aside.

Cowering, she then looked down at her feet, drawing her eyes down with a hard swallow forcing a thick glob down her throat. Nervously, she brought her eyes down to her feet before rotating them, seeing as it was the only thing she could really do.

It brought little entertainment, but at the very least it distracted her enough to ease down how rattled she was by his strong-voiced bark.

'How long is this going to last?' She wondered, her (e/c) colored eyes trained on a little flower that was rooted right before her, visible only as she pointed her toes in different directions.

'How long...' She added.

"Hey...you..." She started, not sure of how else to get his attention.

"Sir..." She breathed.

With a short huff, he shot his eyes to her, watching her as she continued to look down at her feet,

“How long until we get there?” She asked him, her voice low and soft as she questioned him, wanting to know just how much time she'd be spending with him, curious as to why they hadn't even left as they usually did.

'Are we close?' She wondered.

"- Soon." He said simply, the dry answer not pleasing her because it wasn't a definite answer.

"What does soon mean?" She proceeded to ask him, her voice growing with concern, "A day...A year? or are we just a few hours away?" She added impatiently.

" Just-"

"We'll get there when we get there!" He then snapped at her, something she flinched at, and as he saw the effect, he bit his tongue.

His steed then stomped its right front leg, all in a way that seemed annoyed, and maybe even disapproving, something Erron huffed at.

"Inconceivable," He grumbled, shaking his head at the idea that his own loyal creature defied him, and much more, was scorned over raising his voice just a little at someone who was nothing more than a prisoner.

'- She just asked a simple question,' he then reflected, recognizing that she hadn't really been hostile with him, simply asking with the unease that would come naturally for anyone in her situation.

‘She’s not as lively to begin with ,’ he observed, seeing how quick she backed down.

‘And here I am...’ He thought before trailing off.

He looked down at the grooming brush with hardened eyes before he went to it, silently picking it up before he cleared his throat.

"We're nearin' a stop," He informed her, "there's an upcomin' village we're going to be staying at, "He then went on.

'we'll stay there till I can get word on what to do with you next,' He silently went on, doing just what he’d been instructed.

"It'll take us about a couple hours; about two to three," He told her. "We're a short way from the location," he stared.

"We could have made it yesterday, " he added, "...But ol' Boots was gettin' fussy," He added in a low murmur, sounding both embarrassed and irked.

Catching the last bit, (F/n) looked back up at him, her head tilting with curiosity.

'Wait... Is that...? Did he really name that giant such a silly, little name?' she wondered with amusement that slipped through.

A little smile sprouted on her face before a sweet giggle escaped her, perking his ears,

"Boots?" She questioned him, her eyes skimming over the creature, the (e/c) colored gems catching the dark coloring that decorated its legs, only reaching halfway to his knees on both the backends and front limbs.

"-Because he's wearing little shoes, right?" She asked him, it being a question that forced a lil grin out of him.

‘I wish,’ He thought to himself.

"Nah," he breathed, shaking his head at the reasoning behind the given name.

"The damn thing has a thing for chewing my boots," He explained to her, sighing lowly as he recalled all the pairs he'd lost to the creature's nasty habit, and the part that killed him most was that, even after all that, there wasn’t a more loyal horse around.

'Sometimes, he doesn't even wait till they're off,' he thought bitterly, shooting a frown right toward the animal as it playfully whined, well aware he was being talked about, because he’d caught his name slip out more than once.

During then Black could hear the woman continue to chuckle, and as he did, his stomach turned, left upside-down after one well preformed flop.

As he continued to listen to her, and much more gaze at her, he began to wonder if the price that'd been offered to him was really fair.

' Is there really a sum that can amount to this woman?' He thought while admiring her, yet again entranced by her.

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Erron Black X Reader |Pt.3

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Pt. 3 | The Big Bad Wolf

His dark, espresso-colored eyes lazily fell over the captive female, eyeing the silent, somber woman as she sat across him.

She was still bound and helpless, her face set blank as she slept, yet again escaping reality through her slumbering moments.

‘She’s out again,’ He thought to himself, emitting a low blow of air that flew up to the flat under-piece of his hat. By then he’d quickly caught on to her ingenious, little plan, taking it in with growing exasperation,

“ Nearnin' three days and not a bite,” he told himself before standing, rolling his shoulders with a low, little groan escaping him before he strode over to her.

He knew that if she kept up with her act, she’d starve before they made their way to their destination, something that would definitely reduce his pay, bringing the number down to zero if she so happened to perish while under his watch.

‘That has to be your plan...right?’ He mused while he stepped towards her slumped form, quickly reaching over to where she was, soon looming over her just as a shaken breath left her.

It was as though a cold gust of wind had violently struck her, but he knew her reaction had nothing to do with the weather.

It was still sunny out, the last bit of heat the day could provide slowly dying out, but not enough to bring anyone to such violent shivers.

‘Sunny... Well as sunny as it can get in this godforsaken place,’ He told himself, looking up to see the blinding brightness of Outworld’s star spread its last bit of light out to the realm before it retired.

'Pretty soon we'll see sundown,' He thought to himself, '...And I can't help but wonder...Just what are you're thinking of little miss...’ He wondered while bringing his eyes back down to his sleeping captive, his gaze instinctively drawn to her.

He’d formally wasted what felt like short minutes gazing at her, when in reality they were hours of silent entrancement.

It had occurred earlier too, soon after her messy outburst, following his discovery of her lovely orbs.

Even after he'd been cautious, moreso, unwilling to fall under any little spell she would have set for him, he still found himself entranced by her.

However, he reasoned that technically, it was part of his assignment.

So silently, he sat back and watched, interested in just what lay deep within the crevices of her mind, haunting her.

‘Just what does she see?’

He briefly wondered just what had her so shaken and helpless, however, the interest was easily overrun by the annoyance he felt at the small act of rebellion, because all it did was make his job harder.

- All it did was threaten his pay, and that was what it was all about.

The pay.

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“- Not a scratch on her,” The masked man said with an icy undertone present in his already curt way of speaking. “Do you hear me?” He pressed on.

With rolling eyes, Black agreed, not needing to be told twice about the done deal, because by then, it’d become almost insulting.

"- Got it." He replied back nonetheless, his tone calmed as he wiled out all of his annoyance from the short response.

“That is the only rule I have; that you bring her to me in one piece.” The cloaked male added while handing the brunette a sack of golden coins along with many other little treasures in the bag, none of which could outweigh the value of the woman within the mysterious man’s sharp eyes.

“Here. This is only a small portion of what is to come,” His new employer said with a nod full of certainty, promising so much more in exchange for the job.

“Riches await you, So long as you complete your task.” He added while he blew out a little huff of amusement, well aware of who he spoke to, having personally asked for him, because until then Erron Black hadn't had a single blunder to his name.

He knew the language the native Earthrealmer spoke, aware that so long as there was profit, there was a way to convince him.

And that was just who he needed,

- A man willing to spare no expense if it meant success.

Holding the bag within his own hand, Erron stared down at the handsome pay with widely peeled dark orbs, struck by a small stun of disbelief,

“You mean to tell me there’s more than this?” He asked with a small chuckle, tickled by the high pay he started off with, weighing the contents with his outstretched hand.

‘All this for a woman,’ Black thought while shaking his head, amused at how much the man before him was willing to pour into his hands just to have the female delivered to him.

Black was of course, a man; one who’d lived a long life.

During all his time living, he’d become aware of just how much a single woman could reign over a fool, but even then he was still in awe at the situation he was in.

But who was he to complain?

‘I’d be a bigger fool to let you take your business elsewhere,’ He thought while he chose to stay silent, swallowing down his own opinions.

“There is plenty more, but remember Erron Black, your pay will depend on the state you deliver her to me.

Take care of her throughout your travel, and make certain she is steered from danger,” He specified while he lifted his chin up, aiming to the sky as he gazed at it.

Simultaneously, while his sight properly aligned up to the heavy clouds, the sky above them roared with a mighty cry, the vicious sound echoing for miles to where the man hoped it'd reach his darling beauty.

'Hear the sky cry out; be aware of my existence as I am yours,' He thought to himself.

“Do whatever it takes, and do not fail me,” he then went on, his already dark eyes dimmed, “ And If you have to get rid of anyone that blocks your path, then do so,” He added, caring of only the end goal.

All he cared about was having (f/n) with him.

“Soon... Soon the spring will be invaded by the rain, and they will exist as they should. " he declared.

" Together, as one.” He added softly, the mask which hid his face not only hiding his identity, but the small smile that played at his lips as well.

The expression was touched by a linger of sweetness that then reached his eyes, infecting every bit of his being.

“My dear goddess… soon she will be within my arms,” He mused aloud, the change in tone apparent.

“Only you are worthy…” He added lowly, still referring to the woman and all her splendor.

“- Very well,” Black murmured while taking hold of the brim of his hat, lightly tipping it as he performed a single nod, a hidden smirk curling his lips as he agreed with the condition, taking in all of the other man’s odd behavior with astounded amusement that had yet to cease.

‘All this… All this for a woman,’ Erron thought to himself while he was also handed a scroll that gave him all of the information available.

‘It’s easy pay,’ He mused while his dark eyes scanned over the illustration of the woman, making sure to remember it down to the last detail.

With his small, personal booklet in hand, he recorded down every bit of information he had of her, including her location.

Unfortunately, it wasn't the precise location, but it narrowed down the search considerably.

‘ (F/n)’ He thought to himself while he scribbled the name onto the once blank page,‘ That’s your name little missy..,’ He thought to himself while he found himself staring down at the dark ink delicately painted onto the paper in hand.

“I’ll get back to you soon,” Black said before he whistled loudly, the call responded to by his snow-haired steed as it approached the two men with an assertive bray, letting his master know he was at his disposition.

“Good boy,” Erron said while his palm fell over the side of its long, strong neck before easily mounting the creature with a leap up,

“ And don’t worry, I’ll be back soon,” He repeated while taking the reins of the saddle, turning to his employer with a wide grin, “ Very soon...with your goddess,” he added with a tickle of amusement, shaking his head at the praising address.

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“Hey...You,” Erron said while lightly tapping the side of his boot onto her leg, repeatedly doing so until the action caused her to stir, the (h/c) haired young woman seemingly bothered by the disturbance, but not enough to immediately wake.

Instead, A fussy, little groan then fell past her, the small sound rousing a grin from him as he detected the annoyance weaved within it,

“Rise and shine Darlin',’' He said while nudging her again.

Her dark lashes slowly fluttered up as she opened her (e/c) colored orbs. Soon, her glazed eyes slowly found his as she looked up to see who woke her, a little pout then performed right as her sights landed on him.

“-Glad you’re awake,” He said flatly, eyeing her shining (e/c) colored eyes for just a moment before his own strayed, falling down to what he had in hand instead.

“I’ve noticed a certain someone hasn’t been eating,” he started, “so... here," he said while shoving the piece of meat over to her, immediately glaring at her as she turned her head, her lips pursed together as she showed her notable disdain, not even wanting to give any consideration to the offer.

‘After being kidnapped by him…

Tied up so uncomfortably...

Forced to be so close to him…On that damn saddle too!’

She thought with a little huff, the muscles in between her legs involuntarily squeezing, causing the soreness that previously settled onto her to become more prominent.

‘After seeing only just part of who you truly are… I wouldn’t dare take anything from you,’ She thought with hard resolve.

‘Because despite what you think…

Despite what you may find amusing…

I’ll make sure to find my freedom.

I’ll make sure that even if I don't get to escape… I’ll ruin every bit of satisfaction you can get from delivering me!’

There wasn’t anything she could do while being tied up, and she despised the fact.

‘I hate you! I really hate you!’ She repeated while yet again her muscles strained, ‘And I don’t want to get on that horse again!’ She added while biting her inner cheek, not thinking she'd ever get used to it.

They’d spent nearly two days on foot, and in her opinion, it was much better than the other form of transportation.

‘I’d rather walk,’ She thought with a low blow of breath being released, deciding that it was much better than the humiliation he put her through during the first time.

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“There you go!” he mused, watching her glare at him as he perfectly sat her on his horse’s back, having let loose of the binds on her legs to do so, but not giving the same treatment to the ones binding her hands together.

He played it safe by altering the position of her arms, tying her wrists up in front rather than back for the ride.

“Come on, lighten up doll,” He told her, reaching up to give her thigh encouraging little pats, the little contact causing her to jump at the first tap.

“It’s much better than walking,” He assured her, knowing she was already dog tired.

Soon after, an actual shiver then ran through her as he mounted the creature himself, sitting right behind her, his arms draped over her bound ones to take the reins.

“Don’t wanna chew gravel, right?” He asked her, his strong arms at each side of her, holding her still,

“- So just stay still...no squirmin," He advised her.

Momentarily, her eyes fell down to the dirt ground, swallowing hard as she realized that if she did struggle against him, she’d only end up hurt.

‘He's right...I’m so high off the ground…’ She thought while hanging her head, her chin aimed to her chest with hopelessness.

Anxiously, she tried to squeeze herself tiny, not wanting any contact with him. Little by little, she tried to inch forward, her torso leaned ahead to try an attempt at even the slightest bit of distance, failing altogether as he took the opportunity to press his chest to her back each and every time, knowingly irking her.

‘I don’t want to be pressed to you,’ She inwardly cried, straightening her back from the uncomfortable slouch she had set it at.

‘The very idea disgusts me…’ She added while the warmth of his body was shared with her via the contact.

‘And the action itself...’ She went on, trailing off while her stomach churned, her heart set into anxious mode as she slowly caved.

By then the air began to mellow down and grow colder, the woman begrudgingly appreciating the comfort of his heat whilst the wind began to pick up, and the sky began to darken furthermore.

She tried to not think much of it, wanting to put every bit of memory she had of him down a deep, dark abyss to never think of him again, but finding it nearly impossible.

‘I detest this more than anything in the world…’ She thought while her vision began to blur, her stiff shoulders falling as she was lulled to sleep, the slow, careful beating of his heart which bounced off his chest and melted with hers providing a strange sense of comfort that overwhelmed her.

The rest of the travel was silent, save for the occasional soft hums he released out of sheer boredom, something that was normal during his travels.

What he did find surprising was that throughout the ride, she'd let out not a peep.

'I guess they're not all bad then,' He told himself, beginning to think that perhaps she had a nice dream every now and then.

' Or don't tell me…. ' he then thought while grinning, a stupid little thought coming to him and livening him up,

'Darlin'...have you taken a liking to me already?' He mused with a powerful grin, the thought so far stretched, it was almost comical.

'The second you realize what you're doing… I know it'll give you all the more reason to want to kill me,' he went on, by then having the sleeping woman leaned back to him, for the most part, cradled by him as he made sure she was safely secured within his grasp.

"And here I thought you hated me," he said whilst he came down to her little ear, certain that it'd be an action that would bring her back to reality.

-And he was right on the money because not a second after she stirred.

She had awoke to the sound of warm chuckles and what was the unmistakable touch of gloved hands grazing her forearms with slow strokes.

Groggily, she answered back, emitting a soft groan in response that was preceded by yet another sound of amusement by him,

“I see...” She heard the awful man speak, “Taken a liking to me already sweetheart?” He asked her, her tingling spine shooting up stiffly straight as over the course of her entire body, cold shudders raked her.

The events afterward happened in a blur, perhaps because she tried hard to forget it, that, or her mind was so frazzled by him that she could barely focus.

It was all fuzzy to her, but through it all, she could hear him chuckle, the deep, warm sound twisting her already knotted stomach as she tried to sleep yet again, attempting to ignore him after he had the nerve to sit her back down and tie her up again, moving her around like a little sack of potatoes.

‘ Just one,' she decided with certainty, biting her lip, convincing herself that she just needed the chance, whatever slim it may be, to slip away.

‘ And then I can go back home.

I can make my way back…

And I can wait for you there,’ she thought while for just a moment her mind drifted back to the hazy vision of the woman.

‘ I’ll wait for you there,’ she said again, ‘ because I know deep in my heart that you'll make your way to me.’

Sure he'd been able to catch her easy, but she wasn't going to let him win in the long run.

She wasn't going to give him the satisfaction, and what was much more, she'd make certain she'd get away.

'I need to get away from him.

Far ...Far away from him.'

"hm...What a rude, little lady," he said lowly, taking the piece meant for her in between his own teeth, taking a bite as he watched her, studying her and every twitch of her face as an array of emotions broke through.

It wasn't like he had anything else to do but watch her anyways, so entertained, he watched her display her truths.

She went from stubborn bitterness to a hard resolve, slowly but surely melting in a softhearted expression that was touched by sadness before she came back full circle, her lips pursed as she willed herself into the same bullheadedness.

'I won't take it…' she thought to herself, ' I don't want to…' she went on, trying to convince herself, 'but…' she thought while she swallowed hard, trying to brush away the empty feeling she felt, and what was much more, the desire she had to sink her teeth into the savory, smoky scented piece.

Her pressed lips then loosened in the slightest, the bottom one lightly sinking into her mouth as she continued to watch him, (e/c) colored eyes trained on his chewing mouth.

Longing invaded the lovely shine of eyes as she watched him, but stubbornly, she continued to deny him the satisfaction, not wanting to give the man any more reason to reign over her.

However, despite all the effort she made to seem collected, her stomach rumbled, the sound immediately drawing his eyes to her pathetic, little figure.

Catching the little twinkle in his eye she swallowed down fiercely.

Instantly her face grew warm, color blossoming over her cheeks from being so easily put to shame, all by her own roaring tummy.

“ Stubborn too.” He added with amusement, eyeing the warm color sitting on her shamed face.

‘I see… so that really was your plan,’ He mused, watching her determination slowly crack. ’Good to know,’

It'd been a hunch, but now he was convinced she purposely starved herself, be it for the reason he’d assumed or not, that was her intention, and now he was certain.

Seeing his notable enjoyment at her dismay, she tightened her teeth together, glaring at him viciously, still willing to keep up her front despite her humiliation, which always came at his hands,

“ I'll die before you get me there!” she said through gritted teeth, her words filled with malice as all the while, her face showed the same evident embarrassment that had yet to leave her even while she desperately tried to fight it.

‘ I swear… I swear I’ll find my way home,’

“You won't get a single coin for me! Not One!” She taunted him, snorting, picking at the mercenary like a madman poking a sleeping bear,

‘Because I know well enough that whoever paid you to take me wants me unscathed,’ She thought with assurance.

‘So you can either let me go….Or let me die,’ She went on, the latter being a path she didn’t want to take.

‘I don’t want to die…’ She thought to herself, pained at the thought, her heart aching, ‘ I don’t want to meet an end where I feel such incompletion, but...but if I were to continue to live, What would be my fate?’ She wondered, afraid of all of the horrible things she could be subjugated to.

‘What awaits at the end of this journey?’ She wondered helplessly.

‘Who...Who awaits me?’

“Oh really?” He said amused. “You think so?” He asked her, continuing to eat, unbothered by her threats, interested in provoking her in order to see just how far she’d really go, because he hadn’t known she could bark so much.

He thought she was meek.

He figured she was easy to break, but he was slowly being proven wrong.

At the sound of his entertained tone, she strained against the tight ropes, “I know so !” She answered back, roaring at him with a voice that held a dangerous firmness within it,

“I don't know who paid you to do this…” she started, in her own mind trying her damn best to figure out just who in the world wanted her so bad that they'd pay some armed mercenary to whisk her away.

"But they won't give you anything seeing me dead!" She cried out, her arms still attempting to pull away from each other, wiggling on her seat on the floor, attempting to do the same with the restraint on her legs.

“I’m starting to see that you’re really stubborn,” he muttered, watching her waste her energy, seeing her waste the lovely, flickering flame that had him entertained.

“You’re barkin’ at a Knott. Wiggling so much won’t get you anywhere, so all in all, I’d say that once we get there, you’d just wasted that breath of yours,” He informed her, watching her continue to shift with the knowledge that she’d stay bound regardless of what she did.

'Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!'

Fuming, she stopped squirming, refusing to answer him back, instead looking up at the sky, her nose turning up to it as she inclined her head back to gaze at it fully.

Up there in the sky….

‘ Does anyone see me?’ She wondered. ‘Can anyone save me?’ She continued to ponder, wishing that somehow the ropes that bound her became unwoven, somehow unthreading.

(F/n) continued on, ignoring him instead as her thoughts strayed up to the sky with a yearning gaze, sadness dancing with the little shining specs in her (e/c) colored orbs.

‘If you know I need you…

If you know where I am…

If you come to me in my hours of sleep…

Then why don’t you save me from this nightmare? From this horrible isolation and sorrow?

Why don’t you show yourself?

Why have you abandoned me?’

Hearing no reply back, Erron took a step closer, staring down at her from his upturned chin, glaring down at her with an irked twitch to his brow.

“So...After all that, you're ignoring me again?” He asked her, approaching her again and crossing his thick arms above his chest.

He saw her jaw move, tensing up and tightening as she kept her eyes up to the dark sky, seeming to grow more and more annoyed by his presence, and nearing an approach to yet another explosion of hers.

He knelt down to her, his eyes fixed on her, staring at the woman dead on yet, still being ignored by her as she continued to reside in her thoughts instead, choosing to do away with his presence the only way she could.

“Really now?” he said with a low sigh,” After all that bark you plan on giving me the cold shoulder ?” He asked her, receiving a cold, desolate silence in return, irking him, the woman easily crawling under his skin with her little act.

'Stubborn little brat…' he thought while huffing.

“...I’ve said all I need to say to you,” She said lowly, still not bothering to look towards him, instead, gazing up at the air, the dark, night sky soon in her line of vision,

“...You rotten man,” She added with a clenched jaw.

"Alrighty then,” he said with a nod, “That's just fine,” he told her, shrugging disinterestedly. “Fine by me if you keep your mouth shut,” He retorted, “But you know… I can't have you starved,” he informed her.

“ Dying on me…” he added nonchalantly.

“So eat,” He told her, receiving a brisk and snarky No in return.

“ It’s not good for my business, you know?” He told her, and as he spoke he could see a thick shiver run through her, rattling her as he put in his complaint.

“Bringing in a dead body won’t do me any good,” He added, almost as though him telling her about his little dilemma would convince her otherwise.

“Screw y-”

Not letting her finish, he caught her nose in between his two fingers both his thumb and index pressed on either side, squeezing tightly and cutting off her airflow.

At that, her eyes bugged, arms flailing to tear his hand away, but as she did, she was left with the same helplessness as the restraints which bound her didn't budge.

Being trapped, she couldn't really fight back, and the best she could do was shake her head, but even then, his grip was firm, causing tears to bubble in her eyes as the sting of his press and lack of oxygen overwhelmed her,

“Ah!”

It didn't take long for her to gasp, her mouth flying wide open, and with a quick hand, he shoved the last of his morsel in her mouth, offering her a satisfied grin while he succeeded.

She would have spit it out had it not tasted so heavenly, especially while she was starved.

He watched as she begrudgingly ate, satisfied with himself, "’atta girl," he muttered, making her scowl, her eyes once again glowing with a fierce fire.

“ If looks could kill,” he started,” by now I’d be dead, dead, dead,” he mused, “ right honey?” He asked her, making her scoff before she swallowed down the bit of food with a dried mouth,

‘ How dare he…

How dare this… this… rotten man toy so much with me!’ She thought with dismay, convinced that every thing he did was to bother her.

If it wasn’t bad enough that he’d caught her and had her at his mercy, he seemed to enjoy picking at her and making her suffer.

‘But then again…’ She mused while a sudden thought came to her as she saw an open window, ‘It's to my advantage…Right?’ She thought to herself, slowly finding her voice, her (e/c) colored eyes drawn to his boots, not daring to look up at him, knowing her eyes could betray her,

‘If he finds me to be so vulnerable…

If he thinks I’m so helpless… then wouldn’t that mean he sees no threat in me?

Wouldn't that mean that he doesn’t expect me to get the best of him?

Isn’t he too confident?... Enough for me to take my needed chance? ’ She wondered with hope.

‘I’m nowhere near as strong as he is...’ She thought with certainty, ‘But maybe I don’t have to be,’ She thought while momentarily bringing her eyes to the weapon strapped to his side.

‘Maybe I just have to be smarter,’ She added.

‘If I can get it away from him... and maybe even use it myself...’ She trailed off, biting her lower lip,

‘If he can get closer to me...and give me just a moment...’

“Can I...I have some water? ” She asked him softly, making him chuckle.

“ You have to be sweeter than that honey. After all that big talk I'm a little hesitant to get closer to you… Who knows right? “ He asked her. “For all I know you could try and bite me.

From that little devilish look in your eye, I can only assume you're on the shoot.” He told her, betting on the chances of her planning to escape.

“I’m parched,” She told him, which wasn’t too much of a lie because she actually was thirsty.

“ I haven't had anything to eat or drink,” She said to him, giving him large doe eyes, the sudden look of plea hitting him with surprise.

Again, her little stars were shot to him, causing his jaw to lock at the sight, remembering just what they did to him the last time, figuring she was making the same attempt,

'She's a damn witch,' He told himself, convinced she had some sort of magic to her as he reached towards his water canteen, unscrewing it as he approached her yet again.

He then kneeled to her, coming closer to her level while his right hand began to tilt the opened container just over her mouth, his left hand momentarily running his fingers over the soft skin of her chin, lifting it up with the tips of them to make sure she didn't spill anything.

"Open up," He murmured, his actions making her frown, the expression instantly washing over her as he leaned in.

"C-Can't you let me go?" She asked him, having expected him to untie the restraints to let her drink," I can drink on my own," she said softly, barely uttering the words, because as she spoke she knew she was being too hopeful and that he wouldn't take a bite to her bait.

- But she had to try.

She had to take every chance she could.

Adorning a little smirk, he chuckled, " I sure hope you don't take me as a fool darling," he said while watching her stiffen.

"Insincerity...It really isn't in you, is it?" He asked her, having noticed how little she could hide her true self.

"You want me to let you go, don't you?" He asked her, placing the canteen aside, moving it out of the way before he trailed his left hand down from her waist to her thigh, moving down even more to reach her ankles where he'd tied her up.

All the while she stared at him wide-eyed, watching him undo the knot that held her before he made his way to the other tie, both knees pressed to the ground as he placed himself before her, his arms fully around her figure.

" You know...All you had to do was ask," He told her, his grin present as he was pressed to her, momentarily working on the binds while she basked in his strangely warm, sweet scent of leather.

"If you'd just kindly asked me before...there'd be no need to try and fool me," He murmured, the thickness in his voice causing her to swallow down strongly.

"After all, I'm a sucker for pretty girls..." He informed her, her face blooming with color at the statement.

During then the tip of her nose was pressed onto his chest, breathing in his smell with tightly shut eyes,

'It's overwhelming,' She thought to herself, having already been surrounded by the scent while they'd rode on the hooved creature, but not having been encased by it as she was now.

It was inescapable and tantalizing.

Unlike before, now she was facing him, and it felt so much more intimate to be pressed together in such a manner,

'-But...wait...what...what's going on?' She wondered with confusion while the pit of her stomach warmed, a strange, yet sweet, and warm feeling spreading out to the rest of her body as it was surrounded by him.

" You think I'm the big bad wolf, don't you?" He asked her with a small hum, hearing her reply to him with a nearly soundless sigh, having nothing more to really respond with.

' No. I think you're awful...I know you are...' She thought to herself, trying to ignore the strange, and foreign feeling that washed over her.

'You're...You're the worst,' she reminded herself.

"But really... I'd only bite if you gave me a reason to...If you'd tempt me to..." He added while drawn so close she felt uncertain on whether or not he could actually feel the wild pace her heart ran with.

'You must know what you're doing to me...

Whatever it is you’re doing to me...You have to know...' She silently spoke, wanting to draw back from him, yet left stupidly stilled.

Unwillingly, a little, anxious whimper escaped her, causing his chest to rumble with yet another chuckle, the sound surrounding her, causing her skin to bump up, the woman becoming thoroughly flustered.

'You must be enjoying this...' She thought with perturbation. 'Toying with me like this... making me feel so helpless and small...I...I...Just why do I even feel like this to begin with?'

He suddenly stopped, his voice low, beneath his breath, sounding clear as day to her as she was at such a close range, daring to ask a question that needed no answer,

"Am I making you nervous?" He asked her, teasing her, causing the tension between them to thicken furthermore.

It had always there. The same thick, uncomforting feeling as the villain was pressed so close to her was always present, however, somehow, with just the single teasing utter, he'd made the air became almost unbreathable and suffocating.

'Is it just me? ' She wondered, suddenly feeling warmer, the feeling somehow similar to standing near a blazing fire.

She felt so nervous and small, her vulnerability making her feel delicate beneath the rugged man who she was growing certain remained unmoved.

" what do you want from me?" She then asked him, her chest heaved as she shook, wanting to know just what his plan was.

She was aware that he was dangerous.

She knew he wasn't there out of the kindness of his heart, and that the only reason their paths crossed was because of who he already was.

‘You’re someone who’s done awful things.

You’re someone who doesn’t care about anything but himself and what he can get back.‘

She knew it, and yet, within such a short time, the warmth of his body had already become familiar to her, melting over her sweetly, and leaving a mark that now responded at any form of closeness.

‘You’re not someone I should be comfortable with in any way...

So why is my body responding in this way? '

"Why me?" She asked him in search of a concrete answer.

Why her of all people?

" Someone just wants you that bad..." he replied, answering briskly.

"Who?" She asked him anxiously, all while pleading.

'Just who,' she thought with fright.

" Can't say," he answered back because truth be told, he had no idea.

He'd only ever met the man once and during then his voice was slightly muffled by the mask he'd worn. And if that wasn't enough, he'd also worn a long hood, hiding most of himself save for his dark gaze.

The almond-shaped eyes clicked in his mind, but not enough to give him certainty on just who it was.

" But we'll see when we get there," he told her.

"In the meantime-"

" Why don't you just let me go?" she interrupted him, questioning him in the same hushed tone of before, "You can let me go," she assured him, her glimmering eyes pleading as she inclined her head back, gazing up at him.

' If there is any good in you, please... please let me see it.

Please let it shine through.' She thought with growing faith. ‘ This feeling...give it reason.’ She went on, searching for a soft spot within his glaring dark stones, trying to weave through to a portion of his heart that held mercy.

"And why would I do that? What do I get in return?" He questioned her, scoffing at her plea, because she couldn't really believe it was just that easy, right?

Did she think she could give him puppy eyes and she'd be set?

His resolve then hardened even more as he looked down at her, challenging her, letting her understand that if she thought a look from her eyes was enough to bind him again, she was sorely mistaken.

It wasn't going to happen another time, because he was a strong man, one that wouldn't be caught off guard.

- One who would cave down to no little woman.

Just then the ropes fell, and in that instance of freedom her hands went up to his chest, intent on pushing back while he did the contrary, slowly falling onto her until she was left supported on her elbows.

' Do you understand..?' he mused while he was coming close to her, ' I'm In charge...and for now... I make the rules.

So don't think you have anything over me.

Don't think you can play me in any way. '

Her hand then moved to snake over to the side his gun was strapped to when he spoke, stopping her,

" Tell me Darlin', if we were to cut a deal....what would I get from you?" He asked her, the question making her eyes widen.

The featherlight hope within her grew, her eyes gleaming with the lovely look of trusting faith causing him to shake his head in disbelief. He was amused she really had so much optimism in her despite being trapped beneath him, and that all in all, she was stuck at the mercy of a man that made his living spilling red.

" Anything," she said nodding, starry-eyed and happy, "Anything you want," she breathed.

"Oh? And How much is that ?" He asked, interested, "How much can you give?" he asked her, "You might be able to buy your way out of this," he informed her, knowing there was no way in hell she could, but entertained by just what she'd give,

What did she think was valuable?

" I already told you, you can have anything you want!" She said desperately, not understanding why he pressed on so much.

Didn't he understand that anything was better than being sold off?

Didn't he get that all she wanted to do was make her way back home?

"Just let me go home and leave me be!" She exclaimed.

"So..." he started, dragging out the word with a little teasing grin, "You're willing to give me anything I ask for... You want to be free that bad?" He asked her, and with a furious nod, she agreed again.

"Please..." she airily murmured.

' I don't know what I've done...

What I've done wrong...

But if it gets me back home, I'll owe you my life.'

A miserable, little smile touched her face while her wet eyes looked up at him, holding onto the small string of hope he'd tossed at her.

"Well..." He started, idly running the fingers of his left hand beneath one eye to catch any escaping drops, the sweet touch giving her a soft form of comfort.

The hand so close to the weapon withdrew fully, moved to his kind hand, offering a lax hold to his wrist that assured him she was thankful and appreciative.

‘There is something in you then...something that is good,’ She began to think.

"Now that you mention it, there is just one thing," He said to her, continuing to smile, leering down even closer to her, the proximity causing her breath to hitch as he fully climbed over her, caging her down.

" I know there's one thing you could pay me with," he added. " Hell...I don't think you've shared it with anyone yet," he said chuckling, running the same hand's fingers down over her neck, falling to her chest to where his touch became nearly nonexistent, ghosting over the bosom until he went down to her ribcage.

All the while, his eyes were glued to her ripening face as it glowed and realization dawned onto her.

"Mind sharing it with me? "He asked her, his husky voice falling over her little, heated ear as he whispered the offer.

'Did it cross your mind?' He wondered, 'Or are you that innocently foolish?' He went on, interested to know what went through her mind.

During the entire time, he'd been just toying with her, but even then he felt a small twitch, growing excited as he caught a whiff of the sweet scent she carried around.

The smell that emitted from her (s/c) flesh was eerily similar to fresh wildflowers, and it was only really noticeable as he brushed his nose over her flesh, the little arousing aroma only just letting itself be known.

' I'm starting to see how you could make a man go stupid,' he thought to himself, recognizing that she was arousing from sight to scent.

"Not! Not that!" She cried out, literally shaking at his fingertips, the woman growing as delicate as a brittle leaf,

"Get...away..." she said with harsh pants, her voice trembling.

"But you said anything, right? " he said in a low murmur, reminding her of just what she had said, making her realize just how stupid she was.

' You thought you'd strike a chord in me and that I'd cave.

You really thought this world worked that way.'

"So convince me," he said whilst his lips grazed over her neck, the little contact tickling her, causing her to shiver.

A little sound that she'd never produced before set free from the confinement of her strongly heaved chest and soon after, A sweet, virginal moan struck him.

With a tight bite to his lip that slowly raked over the flesh, he then took a long breath through clenched teeth.

"No... no..." she shook her head, tears bubbling in her eyes as she wanted to pull back every promise she made, swallowing down the words of compromise she had given him because by then she had become thoroughly frightened.

" ...Off," she weakly begged, her hands which were still on his chest fisting his shirt before she resorted to pushing her balled hands toward his chest, feeble, shaken strikes bumping him.

'For just a moment...For just a measly second...I actually trusted you!' She thought with growing anger.

' You made me think that there was a shred of kindness in you when you're nothing but a sick...

Degenerate...

Awful...

Rotten man!'

The little quakes that had overcome her ceased, as she clenched her teeth tightly, barring them with a low snarl, "Get off of me now!" She demanded, her voice suddenly stern and certain, filling with spite.

Her right hand flew up to his face, her palm greeting his flesh with a vicious contact that echoed out, the quiet silence of the desert land interrupted by the clash.

His head moved with the force she used on him and blankly, he stared off to the side, feeling the bothersome sting left on his cheek after the well-deserved assault.

"You actually went and struck me..." he said slowly, his brown eyes glaring down at her, darkened down to near black as he watched her fierce features then melt, regret gleaming in her eyes as she realized just what she did.

His tongue slowly ran over his top lip, a heavy breath passing through his parted lips as he inhaled, sucking in a low breath.

His two hands then reached for her wrists, one pinning her left over her head with unkind force, the other lifting up her right hand back up to his face, forcing the offending hand to lay over the stinging spot it had struck.

Under her touch the spot was pulsing hot, throbbing with pain which overall left him impressed,

"I didn't think you'd actually go ahead..." he said chuckling, no true show of malice or rebuttal being reflected.

'Serve's me right, right?' He thought to himself cheekily.

" I Didn't take you to be so brash," he admitted to her, because despite the spikes of strength that glowed in her eyes, he hadn't figured she'd be brave enough to actually take a strike at him.

"Not with these hands," he added, continuing with the same amusement, feeling her shake, the little quake present even in her fingertips.

‘These little hands that were so sweet to patches of weeds, ‘ He thought to himself as he remembered how sweetly she interacted with her garden.

" Little miss sweet and innocent; Miss I wouldn't hurt a fly..." he jeered, "She has some poison in her, doesn't she?" he said while watching her, the said venom which had previously brewed not there, replaced with fear.

"It's a real shame..." he murmured, pressing his lips over her stinging palm, giving it a quick, playful peck that lingered.

' I know it hurts darling'...it hurts you more than it does me, doesn't it? ' He mused while his lips rested on her warm palm.

‘ I can only assume you detest violence. You loath it as much as you say you hate me.

Maybe because... To you, I am violence.

To you, I’m a complete nightmare. ’

There was so much shame in her eyes that she shut them close, not wanting to be ogled by the man that had already greedily drunk in their sight.

' It is such a shame...

A shame I can't touch you,' he thought with the same excitement.

' It’s A shame your nothing but an inexperienced girl at that,' he added with a shake to his head, his mind wandering to territory he knew shouldn't be threaded upon, but was unavoidable.

He dared her to stop him again, willing to take her command if she found her voice,

' Tell me no and I'll stop.

If you can...

If those pretty lips can form the words...I'll step back now,' He thought while in the end, she stayed silent, leaving his warm mouth stuck to her, not moving from the little spot it’d landed on.

Afterward, he let her limb fall, retreating and ultimately, leaving her little body to lay with haggard breathing that was difficult to ease.

It was then that her hands reached up to her risen chest, scrambling back further from him, wanting to run, but left a wobbling mess.

Her erratic heart was in desperate need of a steady hand to grasp it, and helplessly, she clutched her chest, her wide, teary eyes following the man, afraid of him, and yet, somehow excited.

It was all too much for her.

What was much worse, the present excitement she fizzled with had her in a poorer state, the woman wondering why her body had grown so hot, as well as questioning why the sight of him caused her chest to ache so much.

' I can't stay here... I just can't,' she told herself, watching as he seemed unaffected, the light of the fire being put out by the sand he gently kicked into it.

'I have to leave...' She told herself, letting the precious time slip past her fingers as she stayed motionless instead, watching him in quiet silence until he decided to pay her mind again.

As his eyes landed on her, she couldn't help but shrink furthermore, much more as he went to her, the bind in his hands yet again, having already given her enough time to enjoy being unbound.

'She didn't try anything,' He told himself, somewhat surprised. ‘She didn’t even move an inch,’ He observed.

" Time for some shut eyes darlin," he murmured lowly, suddenly seeming somber, all the traces of amusement he typically wore drained out, the overall sentiment having been vacant throughout the entire two hours of calm quietness.

Reaching towards her, he pulled her dangerously close to him as he carefully knotted the rope around her wrists and ankles, each twist done with slow carefulness, making certain it was secured, yet kind.

‘Since you’ve been good...I suppose I’ll be nice.’ He silently spoke to her as he finished up restraining her, doing so in a much more comfortable manner, leaving her arms before her rather than behind.

" We're heading out in the morning, just before the sunrise," he informed her while draping a small, woolen blanket over her, her little, balled body covered by it.

"So rest up..." he added while going back to his previous spot across her, keeping his eyes on her until he was sure she was out.

Again, the same small sounds of discomfort he'd become familiar with drew from her, making his lips press together firmly, his head shaking.

Inclining his head back, he then stared up at the stars, leisurely counting them until somewhere along the count he closed his eyes a final time, his eyelids grown to heavy to blink open.

‘A good night’s rest,’ He thought to himself. ‘That’s all I need.’

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Erron Black x Reader | Pt.1

For the most part, this will have quite a bit of sexual stuff, (like, A stupid lot in my opinion) because it was my mood during writing the draft and I figured, why not make this a full-blown story rather than a one-shot thing? There is some plot thou, there really is! It's a bunch of bullshit, but who knows, one of you might like it!

It starts off slow, but give it a try none the less.

Flashbacks are in italics : Example

Thoughts are italics in quotes : ‘Example’

Fixed

Word Count: 2466

Pt. 1 | Easy pray

The young woman trailed her eyes up to the maroon sky, noting it to be nearly identical to the one from the day before, and perhaps the one before that day as well.

A scarce amount of clouds hovered over the sky, most if not all being large and gray, altogether seeming like a heavy fog set upon the land. Nevertheless, she lived on without a worry, knowing that despite the menacing manner which the clouds presented themselves with, their current state was no sign of danger.

Perhaps in another realm it would be something to worry about and fret, but she knew that in Outworld, it was nothing to worry about.

- It never really was.

From time to time, it would thunder, and when it did, it was frightening enough that when the harsh clapping sounds echoed, the booms descended down to the surface, violently rattling every one of the pitiful creatures that roamed the land.

On those days, she couldn't hide the dread she felt.

Even in the present time, she shivered as she recalled what it felt like to be raked by one of those harsh roars.

Much more, it hit her worse remembering she was alone.

In her little hut, there was no other person to accompany her, and all in all, it made the wretched days much more gloomy. It made the shivers in her body last longer than they should as well, the effects amplified by her solitude.

With a gentle, placid smile, she picked up her watering pail, holding it with two hands by its thin, metal handle, all the while striving to maintain the small expression of contentment she showed out to the world.

She aimed to uphold a positive outlook, but even then, inside her mind, she continued to think negatively, the gloomy thoughts mudding the bright approach she attempted to maintain.

' Alone, as always, I'm here all alone,' she thought to herself, wondering what company would feel like.

'Alone in this world; In this vicious world, left forelone,' She added.

She was starved to touch another person, to truly feel accompanied in the dark world, and she just couldn't help it.

She knew her heart was weak and sensitive, far too much for A person native of Outworld. So much so, she couldn't help but wonder if her existence in the realm was nothing more than a mistake disregarded by the gods.

"I always wonder if this is truly my home," She said lowly, having doubt in her heart.

"Is this where I was truly destined to be?"

She also wondered about what lay in other lands, considering what life was in any other place besides her homeland.

Were they all so grey and gloomy, or did there exist one with colors all about?

Colors...Ones that were warm; ones that could match her heart.

Slowly, her left hand trailed up, barely grazing her chest as it hovered over her soft heart.

She felt like a flickering flame trying to exist in a cold plain, helpless to the icy winds which surrounded it.

Her home, though being one she loved, was filled with many people whose hearts were jaded. However, she supposed that years within ongoing, vicious wars would cause people to eventually grow numb.

So, she couldn't blame anyone for growing cold. While succumbed to the mercy of a tyrant, it was a miracle if anyone held a positive outlook on life.

' I'm not one to complain,' She reminded herself, ' I shouldn't be one to complain,' She reasoned, knowing that there were many who suffered worse fates.

She was lucky to be unbothered by their emperor. Fortunately, she was no one to him,

'So it's not all bad,' she thought with the single solace, thoroughly fearing Shao Kahn's violent, wicked reign.

'I'd never wish to be at that man's mercy,' She added with plea, hoping they'd never cross paths.

With the small, tin bucket in hand, the very one with a crudely painted Daisy drawn onto the rusted metal, the gently smiling woman let out a small puff of amusement, knowing that what hurt her most were her own doubting thoughts.

'I should just stop doing that...thinking so much...' She mused.

Sometimes her mind wondered too much.

Sometimes she thought too much outside of reality, stuck in daydreams, pondering over the meaning of her nightmares, or, at least, what little she could recall.

There wasn't much she could remember, no matter how hard she tried, but there was always a constant, one that both brought her tenderness and pain ;

A voice.

Just the single voice of an unknown woman brought her both sentiments.

'- But I'm unable to let go,' She added, weakly.

Out of all the things she held onto and simply couldn't forget, it was the unforgettable voice that seemed far too familiar.

'That woman's voice... it makes me feel both warmth and ache within my chest.' She thought to herself. 'It haunts me so much, and though it hurts to recall these dreams, I want to know who she is.

I want to know where I can find her.' She thought determinately.

Sprinkling the cool showers onto the plants, her smile visibly faltered, her mind plagued by the strange person,

'Sometimes she's all that makes me happy. She's the only thing that makes me feel loved.'

"Maybe that's why I always have other realms in mind," She muttered dryly.

'Are you waiting there in one of those many lands?' She wondered helplessly, all while thinking of the low, melodic rumble of the voice.

'I just can't remember. '

As far as she knew, she didn't know anyone that matched the voice.

'But at the very least, being by these here...with these little beings, I feel like I'm somewhat close to you.

Whoever you may be,

Wherever you may be,' she thought with feather-light comfort.

Her focus then was on the little flowers set beside her door. They were tiny, little, yellow faces, all filled with pollen staring back at her with enthusiasm and life. They were strange little things, not native to Outworld, and from what the elderly man had told her, a rarity to come across in their realm.

'Strange and fragile, just as I am,' She thought with a soft, understanding look directed at them.

A single press of the finger could harm the small life, destroying it.

Such a delicate thing was in her possession and with all the joy in the world she cared for it, each and every day tending to them.

"Forget me nots," she said softly, "You have so many meanings, all so tender, all so sweet." She started.

"Perhaps, once, you knew who that person was. Perhaps you know well who she is, and you try to make me remember."

Shaking her head, she then laughed with amusement, going as far as to throw her head back at her ridiculous musings,

" Wouldn't that be strange? ," she said with a giggle, dragging her index below one of the blossoms, scarcely grazing it with tenderness.

"No," she said shaking her head, still chuckling, " Strange is talking to you bunch, all while thinking that somehow you understand,"

'What loneliness can do to a person,' She silently thought, knowing how deranged she might seem to others.

Yet, there was no helping it.

"Well, at the very least we have each other, right?" she added pleasantly, her voice touched with sadness.

Farther away, a man observed her, watching each and every movement she made, not missing a single motion of hers,

" Looks like I've found you, little missy," the brunette said lowly, his eyes trained straight with a hawk's glare on the (h/c) haired young lady.

His dark roasted coffee-colored eyes watched the woman, a dark brow slowly raised at her as she continued to pet the small garden. Her mouth then moved, no doubt speaking to the blossoms as she maintained her small smile, unaware of his watchful stalking.

He wasn't hiding, nor bothered to spy from any farther distance, having the certainty that it wasn't needed. Instead, he leaned on a homely fence opposite to her home, his arms crossed over his chest as he continued to observe his target.

"-Too easy," he huffed, the little piece of wood that was being held in between his teeth soon spat out and thrown to the side, "Entirely too easy," he added with notable disappointment intertwined with his words.

With a click of his tongue, he adjusted his mask before properly clipping it back on.

His right hand then slid over his revolver, a low, blue sigh falling past his lips, "Guess I won't need to use you," he muttered, easily coming to the conclusion he wouldn't have to use anything but his own strength and wit on his current job.

"(f/n) (l/n)," He said while testing the name out on his own tongue, "I'd say you're one lucky girl," he then said while stepping forward, advancing towards the home with squared shoulders.

"A very lucky one," he added with a smirk twitching his features, the man feeling a swell of pride at the thought of his previous accomplishments.

Any time anyone made it on his list, it was a guaranteed death sentence, however, in his current target's special case, he wasn't ordered to do any of the sorts, which truly was a stroke of luck for the young woman.

He had the task of capturing her, all in one piece.

- Not a ding or a scratch, she was to be delivered without a hitch.

Granted, he wasn't one for little errands like the one he'd just been assigned, but then again, he wasn't the kind to turn down such an award either.

Abruptly, he stopped, watching as she startled, jumping and dropping her watering pail before she ran inside her home, far too preoccupied with what she had in mind to close her door fully.

And yet again he thought to himself about how painstakingly easy it was to catch the woman.

Making his way towards the home, he took a firm hold of the linen rope strapped to his side and unattached it as he crossed the doorway of her hut, his predator eyes sharp as they searched for her figure.

'Now where'd she run off too,' He thought to himself while skimming his eyes over the small space.

His nose twitched, a strong, aromatic scent attacking him right as he invaded the space.

A linger of herbs danced in the air too, all intertwined with the scent, pulling his attention to a small room where the (h/c) haired woman stood, her back facing him while she dimmed the fire before her.

"How could I be so careless? " she said with mortification, eyeing the empty pot. All of the water she had started to boil in it was long gone, evaporated.

'This is not even the first time it happens,' She thought with the same dejection, upset that it had happened yet again, all because she had spent too much time overthinking.

Her hand then slid up her face, holding it as she inhaled a deep breath,

'I can't keep living this way...' She declared, knowing that all the time she spent pondering was harmful to her.

She knew it was for the best, yet, slumping her shoulders, she released a shaky breath, her heart tightening at the thought of letting go.

Suddenly, an arm coiled around her shoulders from behind her, while simultaneously, another strong, large arm wrapped around her midsection, quickly pulling her towards a hard body.

With rounded (e/c) eyes, she craned her head up, striving to look back, soon capturing the sight of a masked man as his dark eyes calmly peered down to hers.

Frozen, she watched him with glimmering (e/c) eyes, her face going pale, the female far too aghast to properly function.

"Now, you just hold still, " he ordered her, the deep muffled rumble of his voice causing a violent shake to rake over her body.

Like the merciless thunder of her realm, it attacked her, shaking her to her very core.

'What's going on?' She wondered, still struck stupid, paralyzed with shock and fright.

'what is he doing in my home?'

It was then that the weight of the situation fell upon her, soon understanding just what the man was doing as he began to press a bind around her,

'No...This can't be...This simply can't be!'

Shaking her head in denial, she squirmed, thrashing around to force him to let go. Her legs then collapsed, and falling onto all fours, she managed to slip out of his hold before he gripped her any tighter.

'I have to get away. I have to run,' She thought with a frenzied mind.

With harshly panting breaths, she stumbled to stand, managing to do so on wobbly legs, hastily making a mad dash out onto the outside world, far away from the stranger.

'I have to run...

I have I hide... '

Leisurely stepping out to follow, the man then sighed.

Erron shook his head, his right skimming down his side to the holster at his side.

Soon holding his gun with a steady hand, he aimed, taking his shot.

The single bullet ricochet, landing right in front of her just before she stepped farther from him.

Falling to her knees with horrified (e/c) colored eyes, she stared at the landed shot before her, unable to find the words to shove out of her knotted throat,

'That... That could have killed me,' She thought with certainty. ' How did he even do that? ' She added with the same terror.

Her hand shook as it rose up, soon holding onto the lower portion of her face as it squeezed tight, the hand suppressing all her frightened whimpers,

'Is he going to kill me? Did...Did he just miss?'

" That blue whistler didn't miss," He told her, counting his victory as he took long strides to her shaking body. "Just in case you were wondering," he added before stepping behind her, towering her crumpled, defeated form.

"Tongue-tied Darlin'?" he asked her, receiving no reply, just a would-be silence riddled by muffled snivels.

Her harsh pants became louder as she then clutched her chest, his question falling onto death ears,

'Why...' she thought to herself, ridged coldness gradually swallowing her whole.

"I guess so," he muttered, shoving her down with his left hand, watching as she landed ungracefully, far too numb to move.

His right hand gripped her arms, unkindly pulling them back before quickly binding her wrists behind her.

Tightly shutting her eyes, she inhaled the dirt beneath her, fiercely struck by the horror of the skilled man, not knowing what awaited her at the mercy of his hands.

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Erron Black X Reader |Pt.2

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Pt. 2 | A familiar sense

Reverted to a smaller form, (f/n) found herself left at an abandoned field, something she knew within the furthest depths of her being wasn't just a strange conjured up scenario from her imagination.

‘No, this isn’t a dream,’ She started as she settled into the strange realm with ease.

'I've been here before,' She told herself, knowing it to be true.

"Somehow...For some odd reason...It's familiar, " She said breathily, her childish features scrunching into a grim expression as she eyed the lifeless patch of vegetation she currently sat on.

‘Even their brittleness pressed against my skin feels surprisingly familiar.’ She observed, carefully eyeing the dulled ground.

Her hand then reached down to touch the brittle, dried plants, only to crush them into smaller pieces, completely destroying what remained of their lives with a soft ‘crunch’.

With regret, she retracted her hand back, eyeing her palm where small bits of dead green and murky, warm-colored flakes still clung.

It was then that another sound followed, indicating that someone else was there in the same field she was, and curiously, the girl lifted her eyes up, her sight falling upon a strange, otherworldly being as it sauntered its way towards her.

“Who-” (f/n) started, unable to say more before she was struck dumb with surprise, eventually left speechless.

Her bright (e/c) colored orbs found themselves clung to the sight of glowing ones, the vibrancy within them being both magical and mystical, enough so that (f/n) nearly gawked while being thoroughly awestruck.

Meanwhile, shivers crawled up her body, thoroughly raking her, coursing over her body like tiny shockwaves,

‘So…Beautiful,’ She mused with wide-open eyes, almost unable to gaze away from the chartreuse beauties that mystically glowed before her.

'Everything about her is beautiful,' she added, taking in the full, grand sight of the glorious, towering woman.

A crystal ring floating behind her captured the light of the glowing sun, wonderfully reflecting its rays into the sight of a shining halo, the radiance only serving to make her look even more graceful.

‘An angel?’ The (h/c) haired youth questioned with wonderment, ‘Or...A Goddess?’ she contemplated, observing how the beautiful woman graciously breathed life into the word with every steady breath she released.

Laying on the dried blossoms (f/n) curled up more, her already small body becoming even tinier as she tried to blend in with the deceased blossoms, the girl feeling a strange swirl of emotions battle within her in attempts to take over.

Polar ends of the spectrum were set off, fear and suffrage striking her first before a familiar invading warmth also let itself be known.

'With every step she takes, colors rise.' (f/n) remarked, trailing her gaze down to the Titan's feet where the decayed blooms arose from their ghastly sleep, dancing up towards the sun with joyous life.

'I feel the same happiness and life within me... The same surge of joy...but...but at the same time...' she trailed off,

"Why..." (f/n) muttered as a heavy clump gathered within her constricting throat, her heart aching miserably with pain throughout the moment.

Sinking her shoulders, she panted heavily as streams of sorrow trailed their way down her childish features,

'I feel so small...

I feel so alone...

so lost...'

"w-why?" She asked again, stuttering as a particularly powerful pang jabbed at her wounded heart.

Yet again, she found familiarity in the simultaneous sentiments,

‘This unimaginable pain… it’s had a home within me in the past.’ she determined with knowing awareness.

Lips the same color of peach-leaved bellflowers split into a soft, tender grin as yellow-green glowing eyes focused on nothing more than the weeping girl,

“My child,” The warm, familiar voice cooed, the little stars within the being’s lovely hues performing an enticing dance that further enchanted the withering child, even while she shed tears.

"Come to me," she encouraged (f/n).

"Come to mother...." the celestial being beckoned with open arms widespread, ready to catch the girl, " Come to me and let all of your worries melt within my hold," She tenderly coaxed her.

“Mother…” (f/n) repeated softly, her voice holding a tremble to it as she uttered the words. “My mother…” She then added with a heavy sob moving her entire body,

‘I recall uttering the address to the same voice,’ She thought to herself, as little by little invading thoughts of her past came forth. ‘ I remember being held.’ She went on, as shakenly, her hand reached out, yearning to touch the figure.

‘I remember reaching out to you…

I recall every tear that seeped into your shoulder...

I remember needing you, wanting to find you once more...’

“You’re my mother,” (f/n) continued, hiccupping relentlessly as the idea slowly settled into her.

Her little legs quivered as they stood, and like a newly born calf, she hobbled her way to her mother, miserably falling to her feet before she could be taken a hold of, irritably grunting as she crashed with the ground.

"Where…” She started with a murmur, her voice small and shaken at first before it rose in volume, “ Where have you been!" She then wailed loudly, staring up at the ethereal woman with frustration, her small hands fisting the regrown greenery.

"why has it taken you so long!" she added in demand, kneeling before her with a bowing head,“...So long that I was convinced you left me, " she added with admittance.

It was then that her mother came down, her two hands reaching out to touch either side of the distraught girl's face, holding her wet cheeks within large, pale hands, simultaneously forcing the child's head to stare up her with the action,

“Yet again you weep tears,” The woman said with a touch of amusement, her thumbs sweetly swiping beneath the child’s glossy eyes, collecting the heavy globs and doing away with them with the caring motion.

"And just as the last time, I'll wipe them away," She continued, keeping the same kindly expression displayed.

"Over and over..."She breathed, the words almost being inaudible with how softly they were spoken. “Again and again,” She hummed, a glazed look cast over her eyes as she droned on.

“I thought I was left alone,” (f/n) then sniffled, justifying her visible show of suffrage.

‘How could I not weep? How...When I thought you'd left me?’ She thought to herself dejectedly. 'I thought you were never coming back...' she added with little woeful huffs.

"Alone?" the elder repeated after seemly snapping out of her trance state, soon shaking her head in disapproval at the mention of the word.

"You are never alone," she said with guaranteed certainty.

“Because all in which I am…” the transcendent being started, “ All which is within me and my heart has been passed on to you,” she revealed while letting her right hand fall down to the little girl’s chest, her slim pointer finger pressed over (f/n)’s warm, steady beating heart.

"And I would never attempt to abandon my loveliest blossom...Not my most precious treasure," She added with assurance, adding a certain-filled nod into the mix.

“Always remember,” she murmured, tears welling up within her own glowing eyes, “And never forget that Mother will always be there.” She breathed as she smiled gently.

"Right within your chest." She further disclosed.

"As sure as the sun burns hot and the nights grow dark, I will always be linked to you," She added.

"Do you understand my dear? Do you understand that my love has no bounds?" She questioned her little girl.

Nodding hastily, (f/n) swallowed down her thick spit, “Always, right?” (f/n) hoarsely whispered back, wanting to hear over and over how loved she was, and much more, be assured there existed a being which yearned for her with the same intensity.

"Of course.

Mother will always hold you, clearing your tears with nothing but an abundant love,” She said while scooping the girl in her arms before wrapping them tightly around her.

“I will always follow you, trailing through the road of blossoms in order to reach you,” She added lovingly while carrying the sniffling girl. "And nothing will ever come between us." She assured her, a tart tone mixed within the saccharine love because deep within the depths of the heavenly creature's being was a hidden ugliness kept sealed away from the rest of the universe.

"Simply, Forget-me-not," The goddess added with a small, bemused giggle, waving her hand over her daughter's palm, mystically sprouting one of the little yellow-faced flowers with the action.

Smiling, (f/n) held the flower in one hand before finding her home within her parent's embrace.

As she closed her eyes, she leaned her head onto her mother’s shoulder, her cheek snuggled over locks of green, the scent of the earth after a shower of rain surrounding her as a comforting aroma she knew all too well.

'This...This is also familiar. ' She thought to herself with happiness.

"I know this scent," (f/n) murmured, " And I know this warmth too..."She added, her arms tightening around her guardian's neck.

"Please don't let me go," she begged,

' Please don't abandon me...

Please...Mother...I beg You...

Please don't let her hurt me again,'

With a little huff in response, Cetrion smiled gently, her eyes rising up to the falling sun as she held her sleeping child,

“Everything I do,

It’s all for your sake, my love.

It’s all to continue holding you my precious child.” she hummed, her hand falling to the back of her calmed child’s head, weaving her fingers through her (h/c) locks, an overbearing sweetness dripping from her lips as she cooed to her little girl.

"You'll understand... One day, you will understand the righteous path, and accept our constructed balance," She stated, " And then...Only then will we be forever at each other's side.

Together, guiding light upon the realms." She swore, awaiting with anticipation.

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(e/c) colored eyes then snapped open, the large orbs wide and frightened as they dashed left and right in search.

(f/n) awoke with a short sniffle, her face wet with salted tears as she came to from her strange dream, desperate to find something she suddenly had no recollection of.

‘No…’ She thought helplessly, wide-eyed and seeking.

“Not again,” she muttered with familiarity in regards to the settled emotions residing within her. " Again, I have that same dream, and in the end, I feel just as lonely.” She added as she felt the warmth within her chest evaporate.

“- And just as empty." She added with a short grumble as her stiff shoulders slumped.

Bits and snippets of the memory haunted her before she could no longer recall the vivid visions, something that frustrated her greatly, causing her to release a low, drawn-out breath.

“Damn it…” She said shaking her head, her entire form soon deflating.

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw vibrant colors approach, her heart bouncing happily at the sudden sight.

'Could it be?' She thought with budding faith before A single butterfly then landed on her nose, crawling along the bridge’s length with its thin, little legs, lightly tickling her in the process.

“It's you again,” she said with a small ray of joy.

“ Don’t tell me...Did you follow me all this way?” She asked, smiling gently, watching as the strange creature moved its wings, fluttering them once in display.

“I take that as a yes,” She breathed.

‘Silly thing,’ She mused, ‘ Did you actually miss me?’ She wondered with the same touch of amusement, her eyes crossed down and centered towards the mystical, little being.

‘I must be a long way from home now,’ she thought to herself as her eyes then found the man who had her captive, 'That much I know,' She summed as she glared right at him.

He currently paid no mind to her, instead eyeing his smaller weapon with a careful eye, his thumb focused on a pesky little smudge that stubbornly stayed on it.

They’d spent two days in silence, traveling together into whatever destination he had in mind, not a lick of a word passed on between them during all that time, something she'd intended to keep until curiosity got the best of her,

'I just have to know,' She told herself, taking in a deep, low breath to collect herself as her eyes found their way back to the soil beneath her.

'I just want to know...Why? Why has this happened?'

“ You're going to sell me...Right?” she said softly, finally finding her voice as all the while her (e/c) colored eyes remained glared down onto the ground, finding it to be the only way she could even begin to address the man.

She knew it was likely, yet she dared to ask.

‘He's not letting me go,’ she thought to herself while disheartened. ‘ He's captured me and we're heading off to who knows where,’ she continued, knowing well that it could only mean someone had sent him to retrieve her.

'Otherwise, He wouldn't have kept me alive,' She thought to herself, well aware that if he'd wanted to, he could have easily killed her.

'He wouldn't have been so careful with me either,' She added.

The way he so easily captured her, with each action done effortlessly with perfection made her wonder,

“ Who knows how many others you've done this to,” She muttered, still glaring harshly at the dark sand beneath her feet, eyeing the grains with hazing eyes, her vision then starting to blur.

'Who knows how many others have suffered at your hand...

Who knows how many others aren't as fortunate as I am now...' She contemplated, well aware of how much worse the situation could be for her.

‘I can still escape,’ She thought with hope, willing to take the small chance, ‘ I can still run...and that’s an opportunity I can only assume others don’t get.’ she went on, remembering how his bullet zipped past her, warning her of what he was truly capable of.

He seemed apathetic, as though it was all clockwork for him, meaning it was something he'd had years to practice, and she couldn't fathom as to how anyone would ever take pride in such a trade.

She couldn't understand how he could sleep, or for that matter, find any sort of tranquility within the night.

' treating someone like some trade-in for riches...' She started, ' That would be cold-hearted...Thoroughly rotten.'

" How many others?" She said with a small mutter, her (e/c) colored eyes staring right at him, hardening as she demanded to know,

‘Who is this man?’ She wondered.

"Plenty, but none have the bounty you have." He admitted; It being only partially true.

In his profession, he'd had plenty of work, never looking far for an opportunity to make some profit. However, it was all done through mercenary work. sometimes it was messy, sometimes it was a smooth sailing gig.

'I don't tend to bring in a live catch,' He mused, watching her face shift at his response.

At his ease in the admittance, her eyes went wide, and her jaw slacked. A visual dimness cast over her eyes as she stared at him with the same horrified expression, her face slowly shifting to dismay.

Catching her expression change he snickered,

"What?” he asked her, “ Don't think you're all that special," he stated, "You're not my first," he added in a suggestive tone, smoothly sliding in an adult innuendo that she didn't even pay mind to.

"You're a monster, " she airily stated, her chest rising heavily as she sucked in a large, labored breath.

Her body then began to shake with rage as she swallowed down hard, "You say it like it doesn't matter… like...like their lives...like my life-!" she cried before trailing off, soon shutting her eyes with a shudder.

'-Like my life doesn't really matter,' She thought with pain.

She could feel her stomach bubble, the blood coursing through her veins growing scathing hot,

"You're a disgusting monster! " She cried out, wiggling in her restraints, her sudden burst of resistance making him chuckle.

Until then she'd been silent, showing a tamed nature he was beginning to grow bored of,

'Interesting,' He thought to himself, eyeing the way her eyes ignited, pulled in by the wildfire spreading out from their (e/c) depths.

" I've been called much...much worse," he told her, daring to get closer to the seething woman, hunkered down to her level with a growing grin,

"Got anything else darlin'?" he challenged her, making her face glow red at the sight of his obnoxious act of entertainment.

The feeling felt strange, festering within her in a wild frenzy, nearly blinding her.

'Again...Again I feel familiarity...' She thought while reflecting on the present feeling which overwhelmed her.

'I feel resentment... hate...

weakness...'

" I despise you!" She said crying,

'And it always comes back to this pain,' She hiccupped, wanting to clutch at her chest, but being unable to as the rope binding her arms behind her stopped her.

" You're a monster! A disgusting monster! " She cried out again, her breath huffing with each syllable, hating the way she seemed feeble.

She fought against the tight binding, her muscles straining with the effort as the rope harshly dented her flesh.

" Awe… such a shame," He started, " And here I've grown so fond of you," he said with the same touch of tease in his voice.

He then reached out to touch her cheek but stopped as she sharply turned away from him.

' I've said this before,

In anger...In rage...

I try to be happy. I try to focus on Joy and the light. But somehow, I always draw back to these dark feelings... to these viciously negative emotions that have already found a home within me in the past. '

Her heart ached as she cried out the words, pain being accepted into her body with familiarity as the words settled in.

"Hmm..." He hummed, still moving to touch her, his left hand's thumb whipping away the falling trails of heartache right from under her right eye,

"You sure cry a lot," He said lowly, having noticed she did so in her sleep as well.

"- Don't," she said lowly, looking away, wanting to sink beneath the dark grains of sand instead,

'Don't touch me...

Don't look at me...'

"Just…don't," She breathed.

'I've wanted to be loved and caressed; Cared for and loved,’ she thought sadly.‘ But now as the feeling grazes me, I feel nothing but pain.'

‘And it’s not entirely you’re doing,’ She concluded as for just a moment, she looked back up at the man, her eyes locked onto his deep, coffee-colored ones.

Beneath the shadow that was cast by the brim of his hat, they seemed dimmed and black, easily compared to pools of bitter, dark chocolate,

'They're black...just like his heart,' she thought with affliction.

Her own eyes, both glimmering (e/c) drops unwittingly drew him in, causing his hold on her to slack before it fell, the touch of his large, warm hand gone as it traveled back to his own side.

'Have I really just noticed?' he started, ‘...She’s got the whole night sky in her eyes,’ he observed with surprise.

He’d spent countless nights eyeing the indigo sky, both in Outworld and Earth realm alike, the pastime being something he always found comfort in, counting the twinkling, little specks with a placid smile always present.

‘All of them are in there,’ He mused, leering closer to count the little, dancing twinkles, truly finding them mesmerizing.

‘What…what in the world is he doing?’ She thought with a heavily racing heart, suddenly growing anxious, drawing her head back the further he neared her.

'Why does he keep coming closer!?' She added as she cast the (e/c) colored beauties down, ultimately releasing him from their powerful enchantment.

Still staring wide-eyed at her, Erron swallowed down his spit, abruptly standing from his position with a little huff, casting his eyes far off from her, his focus placed back on his earlier activity instead.

Stiffly, he glared down at his gun, eyebrows furrowed down as he tried to once again clean the annoying little smudge with a small cloth instead.

Meanwhile, (f/n) continued to look down, A strange, little feeling twisting her stomach as an aftermath of their former proximity. All the while she was stuck, wondering the same question as before,

'Just who is this man?'

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