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Tale-Section Tragedy

 This is for @jtargaryen18 's Dark Curtis Holiday Challenge. Prompt is 12.   “I’ll chain you to my fucking bed if I have to. You understand?” Curtis x Reader. Warnings of smut and angst.This is also the first fic I have written in over five years, so I’m very sorry if it isn’t the best. @jtargaryen18 ‘s AMAZING works have inspired me to try and start writing again.

Word Count- 2599

You were only a baby when your mother brought you onto the train. You weren’t even year old. Unbeknownst to you, your mother was one of the brave men and women who cut off arms and legs to protect children like you from being used as a meal for the strongest of the Tail Section. Her amputated limbs caused her to get an infection and die, all before you could even remember the warmth of her arms and the sweet sound of her voice. 

Curtis ended up taking you under his protection, and raised you alongside Edgar. Except, you were different than Edgar. Where Curtis had a tough-love approach for him, he had a fiercely protective love for you that only grew as you got older. He was like a father to you. But you were so much more to him.

You grew to be quiet, soft, and innocent; a rarity within the tail section. Curtis had never imagined that something as sweet as you could exist in this world, and he would do anything to protect the innocence you contained. 

But it was so damn difficult for him sometimes. The beauty within you was only enhanced by your looks. Though clearly malnourished, your body radiated with a warm glow. With round eyes that were almost too big for your face, and plump, soft lips that always rested in a pout, you were a sight for sore eyes within the tail section. You grew into a lovely young woman right before Curtis’ eyes. 

But you were his daughter in everyone’s eyes. So there was no way he would allow himself to become attracted to you. His subconscious worked hard to push his internal thoughts aside, only allowing them to surface on occasion, usually after one of his more stressful weeks. Like this one...

It was time to make his way to the engine room. Almost everyone knew it. Even though he didn’t want to admit it, Curtis knew it too. With Andy and Timmy being taken, and Andrew’s arm being hacked off, the tail section was ready to fight against their oppression. And Curtis was the one with the plan. The plan that excluded you.

You were unhappy to say the least when you learned through Edgar that Curtis planned on leaving you in the tail section while he and the others fought their way to the front. “He just wants to keep you safe y/n,” Edgar tried to comfort you, as anger built up in your chest.

“But he’s taking you with him,” you snapped, tears of anger and hurt filled your eyes. Why did Curtis expect you to stay put, while he and your brother put themselves in danger? 

“It’s not the same, I’m his son, you’re his little girl. You need to be kept safe, away from the action.” 

Your throat felt raw from holding back tears. You would not cry and allow Edgar the satisfaction of winning. You would not show him that he was right, and you were too weak to join the fight. “If you’re going, I’m going,” you stood up and left the bunk that Edgar shared with you. You had to find Curtis and demand that he allow you to go. You had never stood up to him like this before, like Edgar said, you were Curtis’ little girl. His angel. You never questioned his choices and always obeyed his commands. But this wasn’t the same. 

“Dad,” you called out to Curtis when he came into view. He was talking with Gilliam, confirming details of what was to soon come. “Daddy,” you tried again as you got closer to the pair. Curtis just glanced up at you and held up his finger, one second, he mouthed.

“I’m going with you to the engine room.”

That got his attention. “The hell you are,” his blue eyes glowed dangerously. “Do you honestly believe I’m taking you through that chaos?”

“I refuse to let you leave me behind when you’re taking Edgar with you.”

He laughed and rolled his eyes, “Go back to your bunk and we’ll talk about this later,” he turned back to Gilliam, planning on returning to their conversation.

“No.”

His head snapped back to you, shocked at your response. Gilliam smiled politely, “We can talk later Curtis, you know where to find me.” He began to hobble away. Curtis barely heard him as he made his way closer to you, towering over your small frame.“What did you just say?” He glowered, his eyes smoldering and angry.

A shiver of fear ran down your spine. This was new, you were never on the receiving end of any anger Curtis held. But you had to stand your ground.”I said no, I want to have this conversation now.”

His smile in response held not even a glimpse of humor, “You’re not going, end of story.”

“I am going, you can’t just leave me behind.”

“If you think for even a second, that I will take you through all that danger just so you feel included in this, you’re severely mistaken.”

You felt your eyes beginning to tear up once again, “Dad please, you have to take me with you. What if you don’t come back? Or Edgar doesn’t come back? I can’t just let you die without having the chance to help you.” 

Curtis’ expression softened at the tears rolling freely down your face. He pulled you into his chest and softly ran a hand down your back. He kissed the top of your head. “You don’t know how to fight, or protect yourself, or retreat safely. I can’t let you come just to put yourself at a high risk.”

Frustration built in your chest once again. “If you won’t bring me, I’ll just follow you anyway. You can’t force me to stay here.” 

“I can force you to stay here, and I will if you keep this up,” Curtis’ eyes were dark with anger again. His hand began to shake slightly as he felt himself losing control. He clenched and unclenched his fists, willing himself to push down the new thoughts that began to enter his mind. One more word of disobedience and he would not be able to stop himself.

You didn’t seem to notice his predicament, as you too were seething. “I am going Daddy, whether you want me to or not.”

You were caught off guard when you felt Curtis’ fierce grip on your wrist, followed by him forcibly dragging you to his bunk. He was coming undone.

“Now you listen and you listen close little girl. You will stay here. You will not fight with us. I’ll chain you to my fucking bed if I have to. You understand?”

You didn’t have the time to react before you felt yourself being shoved onto his bed, but you weren’t going down without  a fight. “No dad, stop it.” you demanded as you wriggled underneath him; slamming your hands up to pound against his chest, kicking your legs up to shove his body away from you. Curtis just crawled on top of you, allowing you to wear yourself out, never striking him hard enough to hurt. It was almost amusing.

Your struggling only made yourself more frustrated, you were proving him right- you didn’t know how to fight. But that didn’t mean you wanted to be left behind. Finally, your leg struck up in a certain angle, hitting Curtis between his legs and forcing his attention away from keeping you trapped beneath him. He groans, and for a second you are able to slide off of his bed and run away from his bunk.

You weren’t expecting him to recover so quickly. His brain clouded with rage and he lost himself to the thoughts he had worked so hard to subdue. This was not your Curtis, the one who raised you as his daughter. This was a Curtis who wanted, no, needed to make you understand who was in charge. 

He caught up to you in seconds, throwing you over his shoulder and bringing you back to his bed. “You’ve made a big mistake little one,” his voice grumbled into your ear. He shoved you onto his bed, leaning his full weight onto you to keep you still. You whimpered as he grabbed ahold of either side of your shirt and ripped it off of you.

“D-dad?” You stuttered, beginning to regret arguing with him. “Daddy stop, you’re hurting me.”

Curtis chuckled darkly, using half of your shirt to tie your your wrists together and trap them above your head, on the metal railing of his bed.You tugged against your restraints, terrified of what he was going to do next. You shivered as he brought his face close to yours, lips grazing up your neck and towards your mouth.

“W-what are you doing? C-curtis please.” 

He just chuckled again, using his knife to cut the flimsy material of your bra, exposing your breasts to him. You began fighting again, tugging harshly at your wrists and trying to kick your feet up at him again. But he put all of his weight on your legs, effectively keeping them down. “I can’t tell you how long I’ve wanted you little girl.”

“Curtis - no, you’re my d-dad.” For the third time that night you began to cry.

“Oh little one, so sweet and naive. Like nothing else on this entire train. Once I make it to the engine room, I’ll make sure you’re taken care of. I just need to keep you safe until then.” He pulled one of your nipples between his teeth, tugging on it as his hand played with your other one. 

“Daddy please don’t.” 

Curtis’ eyes twinkled darkly at you. He knew you were scared, but he knew you’d come around. What he was about to do was necessary. It might not be what you wanted, but it was what you needed. You loved him, sure you thought of him like he was your father, but he’d be able to convince you to change your mind and love him as something more. Like the way he loved you.

“I’m sorry about this little girl,” His hand traveled down your body and began to tug down your pants and underwear, “But I promise to make it feel good.” held your legs apart and stared at the flowering lips of your virgin pussy. His cock grew harder in his pants when he saw your legs twitch and flutter. He licked his fingers and lightly tapped upon your clit, creating a sensation you have never felt before. It was clear that you had never even touched yourself before, and he couldn’t wait to teach you about the purest form of pleasure.

You squirmed and whimpered as he traced circle on your clit. He lowered his mouth towards your folds and inhaled your scent. Unable to stop himself, he pushed his lips against your pussy, using his tongue to taste all of you. You let out a squeak of pleasure, and felt ashamed at how good it felt. Curtis just smirked and layed his tongue flat against your clit, inserting one of his thick fingers inside of you. The stretch was painful, but he did his best to go slow, and make you nice and lubed up before adding a second and third finger. He smiled at how reactive you were, enjoying how wet he made you and the little squeaks that kept falling from your mouth. He curled his fingers upwards and found a spot that had you seeing stars- you let out a loud moan as he brushed his fingers across that spot a few more times. You felt something building up inside you, something you had never felt before. Curtis noticed your walls fluttering against his fingers and smiled, “Are you gonna cum for me little girl? Are you gonna cum on your daddy’d fingers?” As much as you’d hate to admit it, his words sent you over the edge and you came for the first time in your life, calling out, “Daddy.”

You closed your eyes and breathed hard, trying to regain composure. But before you opened your eyes, Curtis had his pants down and his shirt off. His hard cock pressed against your thighs and you looked down to glance at it. It was so big, you didn’t know how it was going to fit inside of you. “Daddy please, I can’t.”

He just smirked, “You can, and you will.” You heard him spit on his dick, lubing it up as much as he could, and you hoped that you were wet enough from your orgasm to help the process along. He lined himself up to you, and slowly pushed his cock inside of you. The stretch was the most painful thing you had ever felt, and you expected Curtis to start thrusting in hard, but he took his time and let you adjust to him. He wanted to make this as pleasurable as possible for you. Sure he was punishing you for disobedience, but he didn’t want to make your first time a traumatic event. He wanted you looking forward to more.

He slowly began pulling out of you-reveling in the feeling of your pussy clenching against his cock-before inserting himself again. He repeated this action twice before speeding up and letting himself get lost in you. Soon enough, the coil in the pit of your stomach rose again. Curtis slid his hand down to draw circle on your clit. “Come on little one, come on Daddy’s cock.” You cried out as you came with Curtis, losing consciousness. “I love you little girl,” you heard before everything went black.

You woke up dressed, with Curtis’ arms holding you close to him. You felt confused about your feelings towards him. You wanted so badly to be hurt that he had used your body-you thought he was your dad for goodness sake! But you knew he loved you, maybe more than he loved anything else, and for some reason that was enough for you to find peace in his arms for the night.

When you woke up the next morning, Curtis wasn’t holding you anymore. He was standing beside the bed with Edgar, both of them looking concerned. You looked at them in confusion and tried to stand up, only to be stopped by chains trapping you to the bed by your legs and chest. 

“What’s going on?” you demanded, hoping this wasn’t what you thought it was, “Daddy? Edgar? Why am I chained?”

Edgar was the one to respond, “It’s the only way to be sure you stay safe y/n.”

Your heart stopped, the revolution was happening today-right now-and they were leaving you behind.”No, please. Edgar don’t leave me here. Daddy please, you have to let me come along. I can help!”

Edgar bent down and wrapped his arms around you, holding you tight for just a few seconds, “I’m sorry, we have to. I love you y/n, you’re my sister. I promise I’ll see you when this is all over, when we make it to the engine room.” He kissed your cheek and walked away, leaving you alone with Curtis for the last time.

Curtis crawled on the bed you were literally chained to, wishing he didn’t have to do this too you. “We’ll be back, little one, and everything will be different.” He kissed you, and you shocked yourself by kissing back. “I love you” was the last thing you heard from Curtis before everything went dark once again.

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