@x-violentdelights gets a starter for Darien
“Okay new plan, my little daily planner. We’ve already done a factionless party, eh? So where does that leave us for our next meet?” She was thinking about this a lot recently. They had a lot of people coming in now, and most of the money that they got from this, went on food, drinks and then cleaning the shit up. Word was definitely getting out and Shane loved it, but something had to fucking give. “Do you think we should put up some tarps? Lay some down also? ‘Cause, it’s gettin’ a little bloody now, eh?” There was a rule of no killing, because that would be harder to clean up of course. Didn’t mean you had to go easy, she enjoyed watching people spit out blood and teeth. “Also I’m havin’ Chinese tonight if you wanna come over and ‘ave some with me.” She wasn’t good with small talk, so it was easier for her to speak about their little hobby they had going on here. Darien was very good at what she did, reliable and trustworthy. That was hard to come by. “Think we need to start gettin’ a bouncer? If it becomes a bit rowdy?” Since people were getting a little eager to get into the ring, they’d start fights outside of it. Darien and herself could only do so much. “Maybe ‘ave Markos do the clean up, and ‘ave Blaze do the whole bouncin’ thing?” She didn’t know why Doug couldn’t just go by Doug and not Blaze.
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HEADCANON ESO – when you go berserk after they get hurt (pre-relationship)
Includes : Razum-Dar & Darien Gautier.
Might write some for Fennorian and others later, maybe.
WARNING : Contains spoilers (and a bit of angst) for the summerset ending in Darien’s part !
RAZ -
Will be surprised. Like really.
Don’t get him wrong, he knows he’s popular and liked by most people around him, when they don’t straight up hate him for basically doing his job as a spy.
But this ? This is something else.
You reminded him of a feral senche-tiger protecting their offspring.
He will look at you with eyes like marbles (is that a thing you say in english?), totally forgetting he’s hurt.
He barely recognizes you, to be honest.
And he’s glad your anger isn’t directed at him. Not that it could, now that he figured the things you’re willing to do for his safety.
It makes him feel strangely flattered, and not in the same way it does when a pretty woman compliments him.
He’s surprisingly silent when you come back to his side.
You both are. Him because he’s still coming to terms with all of these new informations, and you because you know it’s going to change a lot of things.
He’s just looking at your face, studying your expression, he doesn’t even know what to say, as you inspect his wounds as if it was just another moment during one of your many adventures.
Yet it felt so different.
You both didn’t adress this for a long time, actually. For so many reasons.
Until your drunk ass confessed months later how scared you were when he got hurt this badly.
Because in your mind, no one could hurt him. So when it happened, it made you realize how much you actually cared. And you hated that. ‘Cause he was a player, that’s what you thought.
And he couldn’t entirely deny it, but it was different with you. He knew he felt different, and that you weren’t just another temporary flirt. There was something deeper than that.
The situation was more complicated, after that, because he couldn’t afford to be in an actual relationship, as a spy for Queen Ayrenn.
-… Or could he ?
DARIEN -
He is… Impressed. And scared. And maybe a little bit turned on, but mostly scared.
Also, this idiot didn’t connect the dots before a couple of minutes, thought you had recognized his enemy as someone you hated or something.
Well, now you did hate his enemy, so…
Either way, they didn’t last long.
When you get back to his side, he’s chocked by the difference, you’re back at being you, nice and smiling though concern is written all over your face.
THIS is when he connects the dots.
He WILL get smug about it, but he’ll also tell you not to do that again, not to put yourself in danger for him again.
Why should you ? He’s supposed to be your hero, not the other way around !
Will try to check you for any wound/bruise even though he’s the one who got hurt badly enough for you to lose control.
At the end, even if he really liked seeing you get all angry and protective over him, he doesn’t want you to get hurt just to save him or avenge him, so he’ll try to get even stronger.
Next time, he’s the one who’s going to beat your enemies !
If it’s in the summerset timeline too… the angst. As he disappears, he’s begging you to get over him. He knows how you are, knows you’re going to try to find a way to get him back. That’s what you always do. Except this time, he knows you can’t.
He doesn’t want you to ruin your life just trying to do the impossible.
If you find his book after that, well… He keeps thinking about you, so much, praying that you can find in yourself the strength to let him go despite everything. In the end, he always knew the depth of your attachment, it was as clear as day with the way you acted around him.
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Words of the Fallen
Technically Darien Gautier x Vestige!Reader, but all I can say is play Summerset's main quest in ESO before reading this.
part 2
Warnings : Use of Y/N once. Angst because it is. Spoilers for the end of Summerset. Language. The letter is taken directly from the game, which is why it’s written way better than what I’ve actually written.
Words: 1000 (I can't believe I got such a perfect count)
Robin’s comment: Cried making this, bon appétit. More seriously, this chapter (the game's DLC I mean) made me hate Meridia. She was one of my favorite daedric princes, but now it's over. All hail Azura. Anyway this is basically me telling Meridia what she deserves to hear. There's also a hint of a part two at the end ;). I'll try to write it, but I can't guarantee anything.
"Never trust a Daedric Prince. If there's anything I learned from all this, that's it in a nutshell. I used to think I had a purpose, a part to play in the grand scheme of things. I suppose I did, sort of, but the way things turned out, it wasn't at all the way I imagined. Meridia said I was her vessel. I guess my fate was sealed from the moment she brought me into existence.
Now, here I am, back in the Colored Rooms. I thought that when I gave my energy to restore the sword—and I did that for my friend, not for Meridia—I thought that was the end of me. I'm back, though, but this time is different. My light, it's fading. I can feel the darkness getting closer, pressing in. I expect that once the light goes out, that will be the end.
I need to tell you something about Meridia. She's a deceiver. She promised that if I served her faithfully, I'd earn my freedom. She never told me that freedom was just another word for the void. Don't trust her. Don't trust any of the Daedric Princes. Not ever.
I've found peace though. Meridia gave me a chance to see the world, and those I care about, one last time. To save those I loved. I'm grateful for that, at least.
I wish I had a chance to say goodbye to everyone. To Skordo. To Gabrielle. Gods, I'll miss them. But most of all, (Y/N). I don't know if she will understand how much she truly meant to me. Perhaps we'll see each other again, in another place, another time. I probably won't be the version of myself that's writing these words, though. That me will be gone. I can live with that.
I only wish I could have spent more time with everybody. Had a few more adventures. Ordered those drinks like we always talked about.
I hope my friends find peace, happiness, and love. They deserve what I could never have. If anyone ever finds this book, know that I will never forget those I named herein. And, if you find them, and I pray that you do, tell them this.
Protect the ones you love. Hold them close. Cherish their every moment. Make them laugh, and laugh with them. Smile together and never, ever, forget that the moments you have are so very precious.
Oh, and tell them not to forget me, either. I mean, I am a legend, as far as I know.
The polite, handsome, and humble knight,
Darien Gautier”
You let the book fall back on the bench where you found it.
No… No…
You were breathing heavily. And a few minutes later, surrounded by those trees, you let out your anguish.
Dawnbreaker gripped tight in your hand, you screamed.
“Take it back! Take your goddamn sword back!”
“It seems my vessel isn’t the only one who ended up having feelings when he shouldn’t.”
A bright light. There it was, this patronizing voice. This voice you had respected, after giving you back your soul and helping you in Coldharbour. This voice you grew to hate.
“You bitch, he was my friend!”
“Where is your respect, Vestige?”
Vestige. You hadn't been called that since that time you helped Abnur Tharn in Elsweyr. Only the companions called you that. The companions and Meridia. But even the Daedric Prince hasn’t called you that during this whole mission. It was like you were back in Coldharbour all over again. Back fighting for what you thought was right, back, fighting against and with forces you couldn’t comprehend.
“My respect for you died when Darien got condemned. By your fault.”
“He was my vessel, an empty shell, a weapon to do my bidding. He served his purpose.”
“He was my friend!” You yelled again.
“And a traitor.”
“How the f-”
“He sacrificed he life for you. He purified my sword, not to serve me, but to help you.”
“Oh, so this is it? You’re throwing a tantrum because your tool wasn’t devoted to you only?”
“Careful with your words, Vestige.”
“You owe me! I’m the one who fought Molag Bal, I’m the one who assembled all those allies to stop the coalition! I’m the one who just stopped Nocturnal! And you owe him too! He may have purified Dawnbreaker for me, but everything else he did was for you, to serve you, because he was your champion! Because he truly thought he could trust you!”
“And you owe me for your soul. And he owes me for the purpose I gave him.”
“You wouldn’t have been able to take my soul if I hadn’t fought in Coldharbour! It’s all thanks to me! And his purpose? He could’ve been a hero without disappearing for your fucking sake! Hell, he just wanted to help his friends!”
“Friends he shouldn’t have had in the first place.”
“I swear, I defeated Molag Bal and Nocturnal, I can defeat you too. Take back your fucking sword and give me back my friend.”
You could feel Meridia’s rising anger, the air feeling tense around you despite the Daedric prince not being here physically.
“You want your ‘friend’ back?” The prince of light asked, her voice filling you with a bad feeling.
“Yes!” You answered. “Free him from your realm!”
You swore you almost heard Meridia growling, even if that sounded out of character. But that being was strict and cold, full of authority, like a severe and cruel mother. But nothing about her was motherly. She might have been less ‘evil’ than other princes, but she still served her own interests, mortals were just tools for her, or obstacles she had to get rid of. And you were sure that she was now in the second category.
“You will have to free him yourself.” Meridia declared. “That is, if you can get out of my realm.”
Her voice was tainted in cruelty, and a blinding light burnt your eyes before everything went black.
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