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Dualscar x Reader: Trust Me Pt.1

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Trust Me: Dualscar x (Slave blood)Reader
by DementeDxACE

PART 1

Song: Trust Me- from the devil's carnival.

You're a tough little tadpole to love
Not even releasing yours, no. I was knocked to the floor
Never tasted as sweet a poison as you have
You're an urge that can never be cured
You're a bad little love and I'm yours.


Stolen food in hand, your feet pound into the dirt as you dash down the market street. (h/l) black locks of hair whip around your face, and your yellow and (blood/c) eyes are narrowed in concentration. You are dead if you can't escape from this. Literally. It's what you get for being a low blood.

You can hear the blue blood patrol shouting after you. They push other trolls out of the way, and knock over displays to apprehend you. They don't care about the troll you stole from, they're just looking for a reason to arrest a low blood, and thieving is the perfect thing.

They'll capture you and send an arrow through your blood pusher. Or they'll hand you to one of the teal blood justice keepers. You did steal after all, so they'll surely find you guilty and you'll be hanged in the market square. Lovely display to the other trolls until your rotting corpse starts to stink up the place.

Turning your head over your shoulder, you scope out your pursuers. Two bulky blue bloods. Big muscles, bow and arrow sets, and bulky armor just for show to sit around all day and keep dirt bloods in line.

You laugh at that. They aren't doing to good of a job.

Giving the two brutes a big toothy grin, you wave, and turn a corner. You can sneak around the backs of stalls and get them off your trail.

Not looking where you're running, you run right into another troll. There's a hard chest, and you rebound right to the ground. Your stash has fallen from your grip and your senses from your head. There's not much time to recover them either as a strong grip lifts you up and pulls you against that same hard surface you originally bumped into. Only when an arm places you in a choke hold do you start to wriggle and squirm.

You expect you are in the arms of one of the blue bloods, at least until the two that were chasing you appear in front of you. As they spot you, they come to a stop. Their faces drop and they suddenly look nervous and uncomfortable. It's not a face you see often on blue blood guards. It's for that reason that it makes you uncomfortable and nervous as well. You stare at the arm holding you, noticing shining gold. That, gold, is a very good reason to be nervous. Only sea dwellers can wear gold. Royal bloods.

You gulp, your blood pumper dropping to your nutrient dissolver as all of the (b/c) drains from your face.

"Uh, high blood." A blue blood cautiously greets. You quirk a brow when you sense a tone of disgust to their discomfort. It was strange, and it made you cringe. What if some gross troll was currently holding you? What if you managed to get some sort of disease?

"You'd dare to chase my slawve around this market?" The troll behind you finally speaks. His voice is a rough sailor tone, low and grinding, yet it still holds a smooth flow. There's a smug air about the way he speaks, the way his chest puffs out against your head. You gag slightly, the action pressing you into his arm.

Frowning, you stomp back and down onto his boot. You have a thick sole to your shoes. He'll feel it. He does feel it, and he grunts, loosening his hold enough for you to jerk away with a snarl.

You prepare to make another run for it, and the blue bloods take quick notice. Unfortunately, before you're even able to gear up, the arm pulls you back, resting around your shoulder, and the hand firmly squeezes, a warning. The blue bloods stop, still on ready haunches to run if you make another move.

"She's your slave?" One of them asks. "You sure? She stole food at the market place."

You sneer at the blue blood and he glares.

"I sent her to grab something for me! You imbeciles then decided to chase her, and noww look vwhere my snack has ended up!"

You sneak a glance out of the corner of your eye at your captive. A violet blood, and a proud one at that.

You examine his rugged features. A well constructed face with slicked back hair and some stubble branching off from his sideburns. Dual scars are scratched down his right eye. Violet colors make embroidered designs on his clothing. He looks like a pirate.

"Now if you tvwo don't mind, I'wve got business with her. Punishment if ye' get me?" The high blood winks at the other two and they immediately drain of life. Without a word, they quickly slink off.

When they're gone, the violet blood looks down at you in his hold. His eyes rove your form, making you grimace. A slow smirk comes to his face and he leans down to your level, being about head taller than you.

"Hey there." He greets. "You're not too bad looking for a land welling dirt blood."

You raise an eyebrow before stomping on his foot again. He grunts and releases his hold again.

"Damn it, that hurt!" He growls, stepping back from you.

"My blood is not dirt, and you can kiss my horns goodbye you pretentious high blood!" You growl as you turn tail and run off.

Never one to let somebody else get the last word, the sea dweller chases after you with a twitch of his fins.

"Oi, get back here! I'm not done talking to you yet!" He shouts after you.

You roll your eyes, and work to increase your speed. You think you're making good ground until a strong hand grips your wrist, pulling you back. You swing around, ready to smack the guy until he catches that hand as well. You look between your two trapped hands and scoff. The guy was persistent.

"What the hell do you want? I didn't need your damned help back there." You hiss at him.

He cocks his head for a second, then chuckles. With a quick change, his body moves closer to yours, backing you up as his eyes narrow in a smug challenge. He continues walking you back until you run into a wall. Not good.

"A simple thank you vwould be nice, evven if you didn't need my help. Or are you so sure your not dirt like you so angrily deny to be?"

You frown. His point irks you, he's toying, but it still gets on your nerves. You're not dirt. You're proud of your blood color, and no high blood can make you change your mind.

"Thank you. Now let go." You mutter.

"How about a name?" He pries.

You lift your face towards his with a growl on your lips.

"(y/n)."

"I'm Cronus, but many know me as Orphaner Dualscar. I'll see you around, (y/n)." His tongue is testing the name, and the way it rolls of his tongue makes you shiver.

Shrugging it off, you yank your hands from his loosening grip and dart off. Happily free.

Dualscar, huh?
Here is a new thing for all you lovers of douchey sea trolls...myself included in that group especially now haha with my boyfriend as the legit Eridan Ampora. The song is one I really like from a movie/musical called The Devil's Carnival. May interest you to go and watch that or listen to some of the music, it's a bit on the darker side like Repo: The Genetic Opera. 

Anyways, someone did a voice deepening and re-pitching for this song and it ended up sounding like dem sexy older Ampora's, I couldn't resist writing a fic for it so here you are with the first part.
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