summary: joining expedition 33 was the right decision - you could watch over Maelle and help form history. Learning more about her illusive brother was merely a potential plus you choose to ignore.
wc: 2.5k ON THE DOT
tags: slowburn (?), they're in love but don't know it, strangers to lovers, angst and fluff, SPOILERS FOR ACT 1!!!!!
𐔌 ﹒ ⋆ ꩜ ⋆ 𓂃 ₊ ⊹𐔌 ﹒ ⋆ ꩜ ⋆ 𓂃 ₊ ⊹𐔌 ﹒ ⋆ ꩜ ⋆
It was a depressing evening. The day of the Gommage was not one for smiles, for laughter, for unweighted love - yet flowers bloomed and people danced, as if those in their hands weren’t destined to flit away in the wind at the stroke of a brush. Lovers, family, friends, and even complete strangers all embraced for one last warmth before their unjust end. A head on a shoulder, a hand in another, tears mingling in a final kiss - all to end in petals. The Gommage was painful, but you kept smiling. Maelle was beside you, ten years your junior, and needed your help in consoling the children. It was necessary that you never break, never falter under the weight of tiny hands needing your comfort. Maelle was still young, regardless of what she believed, and couldn’t handle it all on her own.
Emma makes her rounds, keeping an eye on all those with flowers decorating their doomed bodies. She falters, praying no one sees, but you do. You see how she pauses just a few steps from Gustave, where his entire world is narrowed to one point.
Sophie.
She is - was - a true sweetheart. Loved and appreciated by all; you are no exception. It was only a night prior that she pulled you aside and in hushed tears, begged you to watch out for him - Gustave. Her warm hands held your cold ones, teary eyes meeting solemn ones. It was with a tug at your heart that she made her plea - a final wish, she called it. Who were you to deny? A shadow in the lovers lives, not admiring but not resentful. Merely appreciative, if not daydreaming on days where your strength was weak and the warmth you craved was wrapped away.
Now she stands there at the end of the harbor, the looming figure of The Paintress overshadowed by the grief of the shattered man holding her. It wasn’t pity or sympathy you felt, only understanding. You didn’t turn away when the petals flew, a glowing thirty-three hanging like an omen in the sky. You didn’t step back when Maelle shied away, tucking her face into your sweater. It was indistinguishable from the little ones hiding behind your legs, clutching your hands and wiping their noses against your clothes. Your own tears fell silently. An apology of sorts.
Gustave was frozen by the harbor, a broken image of angel highlighted by an unforgiving God. He never asked for the blessing or the punishment it brings. The love he craved enough to leave was permanently gone. If your heart tugged in his direction it was no one's business but your own.
“Come along Maelle.” The two of you usher the crying children away, gentle sniffling a broken symphony. She follows beside you and occasionally glances back at Gustave, torn between her duty and her support. Deep down she knows he needs time, so she follows you, sticking like a welcomed glue.
It’s late into the night, the small city a quieter hum now that another number is gone. It made no sense to drink and party, but hey. If you were destined to die on this expedition, so be it. For those who come after. It’s those mumbled words that catch the attention of Lucien, stumbling over from a barely concealed sulking Gustave.
“And what, pray tell, are we lamenting?” Your friend grins, arm slung over your shoulder as he steers to the very impressive five table layout. A warmth flickers in your chest, the grip loosening.
“The silence I was enjoying.” You say dryly, tilting your head to grin slightly at him. He chuckles, easily amused as usual, and sits down heavily on a table. His hand clutches a bottle, taking a long swig that makes your own liver ache.
“You wound me dearest, truly.” He sighs. Margot walks past, sliding a token in your hand with a wink before shoving Lucien off the table. He squawks like a bird and a small laugh catches your attention. Gustave. It’s nice to hear, especially when it doesn’t falter as his eyes catch yours.
You look away first.
𐔌 ﹒ ⋆ ꩜ ⋆ 𓂃 ₊ ⊹𐔌 ﹒ ⋆ ꩜ ⋆ 𓂃 ₊ ⊹𐔌 ﹒ ⋆ ꩜ ⋆
He thought nothing of you at first, not during the festival and not when the expedition first arrived on the beach. You stood beside Maelle so he kept his eyes trained there, always airing on the side of caution. It’s when the man in the suit steps out that he looks away - a fatal mistake. The explosion hits, dread coiling in his stomach with ill intent while his ears ring a violent tune. Only one word, one soul, rips through his mind as a cursed symphony. Maelle.
“What the fuck is happening?!” Leo curses, Lucien and Margot tucked alongside the two of them behind a rock. Dust and blood fills the lightning-striked air, making it hard to breathe. Before Gustave can even fathom a response, Margot is dead and they’re scattered. His head hits the ground hard, his eyes rattling in his skull as the ringing sharpens. The beach is shaking, why is the beach shaking?
With immense strength, he forces himself to look up - only to be met with the hands of a truly terrifying nevron. His training screams at him to act, to use his sword, to do what they all came here to do! But he falters.
A blur comes in and he's off the ground, thrown to the side as Lucien yells at him to move! Just as he starts to wake up, to feel the panic and turn it into fuel, Lucien is shot away. Something, someone, is screaming; it’s so loud and his ears are hurting like his throat and - oh. He’s screaming. Screaming for the crumpled girl in front of him being dragged away by other expeditioners he knows he owes his heart to. Light eyes meet his, Maelle’s name ripping out of his throat as she leaves his line of sight. That damned nevron takes her place.
The large ball of chroma forming should terrify him, but he only feels numb. Is this what it means to be an expeditioner? It all goes dark right when a familiar form steps in his place, chroma exploding in a purple light.
𐔌 ﹒ ⋆ ꩜ ⋆ 𓂃 ₊ ⊹𐔌 ﹒ ⋆ ꩜ ⋆ 𓂃 ₊ ⊹𐔌 ﹒ ⋆ ꩜ ⋆
The first thing you notice is that your head hurts. The second is the yelling from somewhere below you.
“Are you alive up there?!” It takes a minute but you roll over, just enough to catch sight of a familiar face. Lune. She sighs when she spots you, out of relief you hope. It’s honestly hard to think when your brain is rattling around. Through some form of magic, truly you haven’t a clue what spell she did, you’re on her level.
“Sight for sore eyes..” You croak, being rewarded with a rare smile. Lune helps you up and you brush dirt off of your uniform, double-checking for any life threatening injuries. She heals both of you to play it safe.
“Your mind is an enigma to me.” Lune chuckles as you both take a much needed breath in the fallout of whatever the beach was. You glance around the cave you’re in, brain helpfully blocking out the bodies of who knows how many expeditioners.
“Cozy.” You comment dryly, the ball of chroma in Lune’s hand lighting the way. She mumbles on about contingencies, a rapid-fire pace you can’t even hope to keep up with. The cave widens and you look around, only snapping back into focus when Lune speaks to someone that isn’t you.
What you say makes your heart drop. Gustave sits with a gun to his head, lowering it not even a second later with Lune crouched by his side. You don’t know the man - not beyond Maelle, at least. The ache in your chest at the thought of her will be settled later. Quietly, you join Lune by crouching at Gustaves other side, pushing his hand down the rest of the way until the gun dissipates. His eyes catch yours and you look away first, pretending not to notice how encapsulating they could potentially be.
“We will find her.” The whisper seems to waken something in him, your voice and the promise it holds. He’d frankly forgotten that Maelle was important to you too, guilt worming its way into his heart. That’s why he stands up, not saying anything beyond a grateful nod.
The ground, hell the entire cave, rumbles beneath your feet. Gustave steadies you and Lune - though she’s already floating - as the nevron emerges from the dark. It’s tall as fuck and the ball of chroma at its head is well protected. Thankfully you’re a hell of a shot.
You don’t even think before shooting at it, dashing to the side to get at the slim opening in that weird cage. Gustave looks at you, then Lune, and then back at you before shrugging and running forward, sword drawn.
“I work with idiots..” Lune mutters before floating higher, shards of ice striking any weak point her calculating mind sees. Pain hits your side and you spot blood on Gustaves collar, but the attack patterns are quickly taking route in your mind. Within the minute the nevron is gone, Lune is pushing a healing tint in your hand, and Gustave unhooks the infamous Lumina converter from his pack at Lune’s insistence. The tint is sweet as you chug it, watching curiously as the converter actually works.
Gustave sighs with relief, standing up and rubbing his neck.
“Good, now let’s go. Any survivors should meet at the Indigo Tree.” Lune takes the lead while the two of you walk side by side. It’s silent for a while as the events of the day seep in, Sun slowly lowering in the sky. To pass the time you admire the landscape, tragedy be damned. Working with kids taught you to appreciate all that there is to see, and damn is it a beautiful sight. The Sun illuminates all there is; buildings older than your world, trees glimmering, and water sparkling at a nearby creek. A sigh leaves your lips, attention so focused on your surroundings that a pair of brown eyes slips by unnoticed.
He thought you were a little odd. Not in a bad way - his friends and family all tended to be weird as Maelle would say. He could see why she liked hanging around you. It was bothering him that he never paid attention before; you’re strong and for some reason, his mind is telling him he needs to keep an eye on you. That’s why he’s watching so closely, even when your merry little trio runs into two more nevrons.
“Is that a building..?” Your head cranes back to take it all in, Lune getting a grin on her face that is definitely not dorky. She’s already climbing before Gustave can blink, the two of you sharing an exasperated look.
“I swear..” He mutters, clicking his tongue before climbing as well. You take a second to wipe the sweat and blood off of your brow - ew - before doing the same.
The breeze gains strength the higher you go, your eyes watering. Lune seems intent to keep climbing even as the handholds run out. While it is technically mean to force her hand, you’re tired and not too fond of heights. So, you shoot out a window and hop inside, Gustave thumping down beside you.
“This is a safety hazard.” He comments at the destroyed flooring, but he still looks so excited at all he’s experiencing. Beneath that grimace is the same energy any little boy has; you see it all the time at the orphanage during apprenticeship day.
“That’s what makes it fun. Maelle would be jumping off the walls in here.” You chuckle, remembering how the runner could never keep still. Gustave thankfully laughs with you. You weren’t sure when Lune got there but based upon her unamused expression, it wasn’t just then.
“Guys, focus. We still have a mission.” She steps further into the house while you shuffle forward, tired of being active. Gustave takes the other half of the building.
It’s after listening to a depressing journal that you all walk out of the building. Lune pats your shoulder to get your attention off of the ground.
“Indigo Tree, come on.” She ushers you both forward, Gustave now in the lead. Just as you take the first few steps down, crouching to avoid a nevrons sight, you see the handholds.
“Hey. Something might be over there.” You point west just past a large nevron, broken mountains concealing whatever the end point is.
“We don’t have time for distractions.” Gustave shakes his head, Maelle his priority, but you can already hear how his interest is piqued. Lune debates in her mind, the Sun low in the sky. She knows that it’ll be growing dark soon.
“The Indigo Tree is far, we might not even make it in time before dark.” Lune explains. The rock digs into your back as you lean against it, smug in your silly victory. Gustave glares weakly at you but relents with a sigh, already forming his sword.
“There could be an old camp down there?” You suggest in an attempt to get back on his good side. Gustave, the angel he is, takes the obvious olive branch and nods with a small smile.
“Go on.” Lune gestures at the nevron - more specifically its chroma center. You sigh dramatically but shoot it, Gustave faltering in his own attack. Lune covers with a fire ball, bless her.
“...Did you just do that without looking-” He parries mid-sentence, grunting at the strength behind the nevrons own sword. You nod, dodging one of Lune’s ice shards with a yelp.
“Watch the damn ice!”
Lune quickly apologizes but hides a laugh of her own, floating off the ground as the sword swings her way. The nevron hits the ground, shaking what feels like the entire continent. You almost stumble but catch yourself. Gustave doesn’t have such luck, doomed to be clumsy, and would’ve fallen on his ass if it wasn’t for you catching him.
“Oh uhm, thanks.” He clears his throat, embarrassment obvious with how his cheeks flush. The urge to laugh is there but you hold back, only nodding with a semi-cheeky smile.
“Come on, it’s getting dark.” Lune flies forward, forcing you both to jog behind her.
The ground is fractured beneath you and even with the grappling spots, your stomach still swoops when it disappears. There is nothing but clouds around you now, but you can make out a faint circular looking base up ahead. Definitely a camp.
Lune lands first, waiting for the fog to clear and you both to catch up. Damn her agility. Your feet hit the ground and you stand still for a second, letting your stomach settle. Heights are decidedly not your friend. Brown eyes glance at you with what could be called concern. You meet them with a practiced dismissive smile.
The fog clears and all of your heads turn simultaneously to the assumed base.
“Is that a fucking mime?”
𐔌 ﹒ ⋆ ꩜ ⋆ 𓂃 ₊ ⊹𐔌 ﹒ ⋆ ꩜ ⋆ 𓂃 ₊ ⊹𐔌 ﹒ ⋆ ꩜ ⋆
this will be continued I pinkie swear <3 THERE WILL BE SPOILERS FOR ALL OF ACT 1!!!!!!
This scene marks the end of Act One and the beginning of Act Two—a quiet, painful transition. It’s a short piece centered on Verso and the reader, who was once his past lover. She had known Alicia in another life, and now finds herself standing beside Maelle—a version of Alicia shaped by fate or design.
The reader’s body was repainted by the Paintress, shaped by Verso’s unspoken wish to bring her back. And now, seeing her alive again—standing with Maelle—feels like watching ghosts walk in place of what once was. A sort of purgatory for her.
To Verso, it’s both a miracle and a torment. The resemblance between Maelle and Alicia, the presence of the reader in this new form… it fractures something inside him. Because he realizes this isn’t resurrection—it’s memory made flesh. And no matter how many times he reaches back, he cannot reclaim what was lost.
He cannot revive a love already mourned. He can only protect what remains.
“For those who come after.”
Gustave’s voice echoed in your mind as you made your way toward the promised destination. Sciel stayed close to Maelle, ensuring she was alright, while you and Lune focused on anything but grief. Still, it was impossible to ignore the mounds of corpses that lined your path—no matter where Verso led you, death met you at every turn.
Verso kept a careful distance, his watchful gaze flicking between Maelle and you. You noticed it more and more after he officially joined the Expedition. Seeing Gustave’s wristband now wrapped around his arm only deepened the ache in your chest. Not only had he been accepted into the group—he had taken up the role of someone irreplaceable to you. To all of you. And somehow, Maelle, of all people, had accepted it first.
That acceptance felt… unsettling. So, out of self-preservation, you kept your distance. It was the only way you knew how to protect yourself. Yet his presence lingered—especially after battle, when he'd silently offer his arm and ask, “Are you alright?” The simplicity of it struck deeper than you expected. Maybe… maybe this was what Gustave wanted: for you to be safe, to be cared for—not to be consumed by anger.
It took time before you could even begin to let Verso in. And you had every right to hesitate—Gustave had meant everything to you. Verso only learned the depth of that bond when he opened the expedition journal and found your name etched into the pages. Every one of Verso’s wishes had come true—the Paintress had brought you back, just as his father had longed for.
Your death had left a wound in them all—Renoir included. But to Verso, your existence had once been nothing more than a dream. Never had he believed it would come true.
It took him time to even process it—the resemblance of Maelle in Alicia, and now… in you. He watched as you threw your arms around Maelle, moments after Renoir’s cane had pierced through Gustave’s belly. His blood soaked into both of you, but your mind couldn’t register it. You were running on instinct, grief, and sheer disbelief. Out of reflex, your gaze snapped upward and landed on the stranger standing over you.
And you glared at him.
"Don’t you dare—" you had spat, voice laced with venom and raw hatred. You didn’t even know who he was. You didn’t need to. In that moment, your pain needed a target. And even if he hadn’t understood the how or why of your presence there, he understood enough.
He didn’t speak. Barely even nodded, if you remember correctly.
He just… stared.
As if he’d seen a ghost.
That same evening, Maelle rested quietly on Esquie’s lap, while Sciel and Lune sat nearby, their eyes fixed on the sky—where the faint silhouette of the Paintress loomed overhead. You remained by the campfire, alone in thought. Verso’s visit hadn’t been expected, yet you found comfort in his presence. In truth, you had hoped he would come back. Even after keeping your distance since that first encounter, you couldn’t shake the feeling that his face was strangely familiar—like something half-remembered from a dream.
Tonight, he offered only a quiet nod in your direction, barely speaking a word. And somehow, that silence was exactly what you needed—tranquility in the midst of chaos. He seemed to understand that, to respect your need for stillness. It made you wonder... had you known him before? How could a stranger carry such weight in your heart?
Before you could find the answer, exhaustion crept in. Grief dulled your senses, your thoughts grew hazy, and your body finally gave in to sleep. You didn’t feel him kneel beside you, nor the gentle touch of his fingers brushing a strand of hair from your face.
"Sleep well, Y/N," he whispered.
The next morning, Maelle—looking a little more rested—joined you in preparing breakfast. Neither of you spoke; the silence between you felt natural, almost necessary. Nearby, Sciel, Lune, and Verso discussed the next destination: Monoco. You barely registered their words, your focus lost in the rhythm of peeling and slicing—until you felt it.
Verso’s gaze.
It lingered first on Maelle, then shifted to you—and stayed there just a moment longer.
Maelle noticed, of course. She leaned in and whispered, “Do you know him?” Her voice was soft, eyes lowered to the small pile of potatoes you were peeling.
You shook your head at first, then glanced up—just to check. He was still watching.
You offered a faint smile, and surprisingly, he returned it.
“No… but his face,” you murmured, your voice trailing off. “It feels so familiar.”
Your gaze lingered on him a little too long, and in that distracted moment, the blade slipped. “Shit,” you hissed, staring at the sudden red bloom on your finger.
Before Maelle could even react, Verso was already moving. He crossed the space quickly, knelt beside you, and pulled a piece of cloth from his coat. Without a word, he wrapped it gently around your wound, hands steady despite the tension that suddenly thickened the air. Maelle hovered nearby, unsure whether to help or step back.
His reaction startled you. His brows furrowed, eyes narrowing as he focused on your hand. “You should be more careful, L–”
He stopped himself mid-word. The shift in his tone was subtle, but unmistakable—suddenly formal, hesitant. As if he’d slipped. As if he knew.
“Sorry, I—” he murmured, finishing the bandage without meeting your eyes. Then, without another word, he stood and walked away.
Sciel and Lune approached almost immediately. “Are you alright?” both asked, concern etched into their features. You nodded, but your attention had already drifted to Maelle. She wore the same stunned expression you felt on your own face.
“What the hell was that?” Sciel asked, glancing between you and Verso’s retreating figure.
You didn’t have an answer. When your gaze met Verso’s one last time, all you could do was stare—wordless, breath caught in your throat—haunted by the feeling that this wasn’t the first time he had looked at you like that.
Perhaps, ending the Paintress will uncover some truth…
ENGLISH IS NOT MY FIRST LANGAGE, I try my best, please be gentle. At least, I will slay the french part.
(Listen to me, we are going to do like if Sophie does not having Gustave's heart in her hands.)
After his breakup with Sophie, Gustave was feeling lonely. He was feeling guilty and he was carrying a lot of regrets. It takes a lot of time before his heart finaly beats warmly for someone else.
Your meeting was an accident. You were training with the others members of the expedition team. Gustave was observing. Wanting to shirk a spell, you had jumped backward. The second after, your back was hitting something. While you were losing your balance you feel a pair of hands around your waist keeping you on your feet. Your gaze meet two borwn eyes and the sweetest smile you had ever seen.
Gustave's love for you was everywhere around you and you can not ever imagine to feel more loved by anyone else. This man is the perfect romantic french guy stereotype.
He is the type of guy that makes you feel comfortable with one look. His eyes always looking at you like if you where the only woman he ever sees.
And his love is everywhere. I know I have say it before, but God, this man is SWEET. Like, you are walking together in the streets ? He takes your hand in his. Is it a formal event and he can not touch you ? His hand will brush yours. Obviously he will put a hand on your back for guiding you if you want to.
Gustave's love langage is to touch you but also to give you gift. It can be a flower, a pebble with a shape was remembering something about you, a book he finds or also when he is enough confident it can be some word or poem he has written for you.
He loves to kiss your forehead.
After Sophie death, Gustave would need some space alone because he had never stoped to love her. But he would go to look for you without any doubts after he was gone to through his complex feelings.
He would want to hug you all the night long. Usually he is the big spoon, but this night would be the exception : he would be the little spoon.
If you were pulled apart when the expedition disembark on the beach, he will be so terrified. When he wakes up, if he does not find you around him he will not lost another second before to go looking for you. Even if he does not know where he goes, he does not care, his priority is to find you.
If you were together, he will check on you, looking for anytime of injuries. You will need to take his head between your hands and talk to him calmly for making him stop to moving anxiously around you.
In any case, when he will be reassured he will hug you tightly and whisper something as "Tu m'as fait peur mon amour, je ne te laisserai plus tranquille à partir de maintenant" (You had scared me my love, I will not let you go away from me next time")
Gustave was already all around you when you were at Lumieres, but here, in an unknow and dangerous space, he will always be near to you. Not because he does not believe that you are strong enough, he knows of what you are capable of. No, he will be near to you just for his own sanity.
Summary: You weren't always thrilled with the idea of being pregnant - much to Gustave's dismay. Sometimes, though, people's minds change. And when yours did, your lover made sure to fulfill all of your desires.
Or
Gustave has a terrible case of breeding kink, fight me
Contents: Porn without Plot, Breeding Kink, Rough sex, viginal sex, finger sucking, Vibrators I guess??, Overstimulation, Squirting, Established relationship, No spoilers, Aftercare - minors DNI
Word count: 4169
A/N: This is probably for me and four other people that read Gustave x reader, but I am here for my parched brothers and sisters 😌 Enjoy!!
Comments and kudos are greatly appreciated!!
Also on Ao3!
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“I want to have a baby” your words broke the silence of Gustave’s study, surprising you as much as they did him. He stared at you in shock, eyes seeking answers to the questions clouding his mind.
“As in...” he started, hands suddenly a little fidgety. ”As in like... baby carrots?”
You rolled your eyes at the stupid answer of his. You couldn’t really blame him for it though. Until not so long ago, you weren’t thrilled by the idea of giving birth. And Gustave – being the sweetheart that he was – respected your wishes. This change came to you with great surprise as well. You’d spent days mulling it over again and again in your brain. Trying to figure out a reason for it as well as a way to tell your beloved of your newfound discovery. But there were no answers for either of those questions. Just the need deep in your stomach, scratching at your insides to get pregnant and to do it now.
Up until now, it was something you never yearned for – only a reason for the rare arguments you had with Gustave. He never pushed, but you knew he, unlike you, wanted children of his own, when you always saw yourself adopting one of the poor little ones who lost parents due to the Gommage.
But now... just the thought of carrying Gustave’s child made you feral and ready to jump him as soon as he agreed – which he had yet to do.
“Well, we don’t have to if you changed your mind...” you mumbled when you realized he was still frozen by your sudden question. Perhaps just yelling what you wanted into the silent room while he worked wasn't the smartest move on your side...
“No...!” he breathed out desperately, almost jumping out of his chair. Gustave made his way to the armchair you were occupying, muttering more ‘no’s under his nose. “It’s just... I’m just...” There was his cold mechanical hand, sliding into yours. Helping you up until you were standing, his arm wrapping around your waist. “I want to, God, I do, just…” Gustave hesitated, looking for something in your eyes.
“...Really?” was all he whispered, and it almost made you chuckle. His face reminded you of an all-too excited puppy, one that waited for permission to eat his snacks.
The nod you gave, was all he needed. His eyes darkened, and the cute puppy look shifted into something you don’t think you ever saw on his face. The determination and desire matched only by your own. Your knees grew weak underneath his gaze.
"You want a little baby, huh? Want me to make you a cute little mommy?" he asked with a teasing smile. You could feel his thumbs making slow circles on your back.
“Jesus,” you whispered, his words actually leaving you breathless. If your mind wasn’t so fogged with the idea of being pregnant, you’d be embarrassed at how he made your thighs clench together. It did little to help satiate the desire burning in your core. You doubted anything except for Gustave could.
“Can you say that for me?” it should have been illegal to say such sinful tings with eyes this soft. He was making your head spin. “Tell me what you want?”
An annoyed huff escaped your lips. You didn’t want to speak! Just… just to already be filled by him. To cry out his name as your body shook. Gustave noticed your frustration. He chuckled. “Come on, mon amour” the encouragement was accompanied by a soft pat on your back. He wouldn’t do anything until you spoke. Damn him and his need for confirmation!
“I want your babies!” your voice was a bit louder than you expected. “Please, please, for the love of everything that exists! Fuck a baby into me!”
Your words clearly were not what he expected and a soft blush decorated his pretty face. He throbbed against you, your words being enough for his cock to spring to life. The neediness was overtaking his body just like it has been yours for the past couple of days.
“Are you sure?” he asked, and you almost rolled your eyes.
“For gods sake Gustave! Either you put a baby in me right now, or I will find somebody else to do it!” A lie. Obviously. You both knew you loved him too much to even spare a glance at anyone else and your words were only a provocation. But they worked, and Gustave pulled you with him to sit on the armchair you previously occupied. You sat on his lap, legs on either side of his hips. And gods were you glad to have worn a skirt today.
Clearly so were Gustave, flipping the material up. For a moment, his metal fingers traced the wet patch that formed on your panties. He looked at it, a little amused, his finger moving up and down your underwear. You shook, goosebumps travelling up your spine as he did. The fire in your core burned stronger at the slightest of touches.
“Don’t tease,” you begged quietly. Your hands moved to the zipper in his pants, fumbling with it to free him from the tightness of his pants. Or perhaps free yourself from his teasing. You weren’t really sure. All you knew was that you needed his cock. Right. Now.
And he wasn’t one to complain, letting out a soft sigh as you undid his pants.
There was no time for undressing. You slipped his underwear down just enough to see him whole and wrapped your hand around his shaft. All he needed was a couple of strokes to become fully hard. You didn’t want to waste any time – nor did he. Gustave’s hands gripped the materials of your panties, ripping it without hesitation.
“Gustave!” you complained while he threw the now useless material to the floor. You looked at him with a pout, but the anger quickly melted away into his fiery touch. His hands gripped your thighs before he guided you over his hard cock. He looked up at you – one last confirmation this was truly what you wanted. It was. And to prove your point, you sank down his shaft on your own.
He stretched you more than you expected, the feeling of your walls trying to accommodate his grith made you whine in pain. Gustave might not be the biggest there were, but he was certainly thick. And taking him with no preparation left you gasping from the burn.
"Merde." He groaned as soon as he bottomed out, hands wrapping around your torso. A shiver shook his body, and you knew he needed a moment to calm himself. You needed it to.
But your walls throbbed around him, and you could feel how his hands tightened their grasp on your hips. Even not fully accustomed, you yearned for him, for the pleasure he would certainly give you. Leaning in closer to him, you left a trail of wet kisses from his lips right to his ear.
"Can’t wait to be round with your cum~" you purred, feeling how his body suddenly warmed. How his cock jumped. Excited. He was so excited that you could literally see the patience drain from him.
Gustave shot you a challenging look. One that made you regret your words and teasing.
“Oh yeah?” He purred, his hand making its way behind your head, keeping you in place against him “Then work for what you want, mon amour” his breath was hot against your ear.
You shuddered when he finally let go of you, opting for making himself comfortable on the armchair. He sat back, hands resting on your hips and he watched. Drank you up with his eyes.
He wasn’t going to move a finger. Only sit back and enjoy the show he was certain you would put on for him. Damn it, he could be such a meanie when teased enough! Your body burned with need beyond your own comprehension, and he was going to make you work for it. He knew you would. You huffed, but lifted yourself. Slowly at first, enjoying how his smug smile slowly faded. He gave you a chance to bestow him with the sweetest of tortures and you were going to use it.
You bounced on his throbbing shaft painfully slowly, enjoying each drag of his cock as well as his painful expression. Gustave complied with your teasing, letting out soft breaths of satisfaction each time you sank down his length. His hands only sometimes squeezed your hips. He itched to thrust into you. To have you faster than what you offered.
So ungrateful. But you were a benevolent lover. You were also desperate yourself…
Using his shoulders to brace yourself, you let yourself be carried by the need that coursed through your veins. The faster you moved, the more you felt the familiar warmth grow in your core.
“Mppf~ mon cœur …” you whined softly. Your lover smirked. You had barely started, and here you were – already falling apart on his cock. He admired you. Admired how needy you were, how well you rode his cock. Sitting still was harder than he expected, alas, he didn’t want to ruin your fun with his selfish desire to overpower you. There would be time for that today.
The fire built in your core, but your legs started to give out under your own weight. You cried out in desperation. Your teasing once again turned against you. So close… you were so close, but your legs started to grow tired, and the speed wasn’t enough to bring you over the edge anymore.
“Nghh~! Gustave-!“ you cried out, desperate. “Please~ Please!”
Gustave was a lot of things, but cruel wasn’t one of them. He wouldn’t let you suffer, hanging on the edge of pleasure. No. He would give you all the pleasure, until you can’t take it anymore. With his real hand on your hip, and the mechanical one on your clit, he thrusted up.
Shit.
A surge of pleasure shook your body with his added effort. You had to grasp his shoulders tighter to keep yourself upright, your form already melting on top of him. He was waiting for that, waiting to thrust into you after your slow teasing, and now, he gave you all he had. Each thrust stronger than the previous, bouncing you on his cock as if you were no more than a feather.
“Ah- Shit- mon amour” he whined, hips thrusting up into you with abandon, his previous words forgotten as only one goal remained. To fill you. Make you round and pregnant and his. Gustave cried out, hiding his head in your chest. An attempt to quiet the needy moans falling from his lips. But you knew. You could feel each one vibrating right against your skin. He was desperate for release. “I want you to come around me,” his voice was a bit pathetic, as he begged you to milk his cock.
He wanted you to cream his shaft. Feel you squeeze the life out of him. Gustave pressed into your clit a bit firmer when you felt it. The sensation making you cry out in its unexpected intensity. It was fucking buzzing against you.
“M-merde…!” you gasped, grabbing onto his artificial limb. “W-what have you… d-done~?!”
“You like my little upgrade, mon amour?” Gustave huffed against your skin, eyes lifting to look as you fell apart for him. You were absolutely helpless, hands trying to grab at anything to ground yourself.
“Mon amour~! Hmmpf~” You grasped his hair tightly, pulling on it as you came. You cried, head falling backwards. Gustave was right behind you, your walls contorting around him being the last thread he needed for his own completion. A weak moan escaped you when you felt his balls empty, filling you to the brim.
He didn’t pull out instantly, only moving your tired body to rest on top of his chest. He couldn’t risk any of his cum to leak out of you. The break you got didn’t last long though.
“Again,” he whispered against your skin. He was already hard again, ready to pound you into oblivion. There was a chance his seed would already take, but he wasn’t going to risk it, no. He had to be sure you were filled to the bream. And after this night… he would be.
And so would you.
“Okay… okay” you nodded. But this wouldn’t do anymore – not with your thighs already burning from exhaustion. And with both of you way too desperate to walk through the apartment to the bedroom, there was only one answer.
The hard floor met your back with a soft thud. Come morning, you will probably regret doing it on the floor. Your back would literally kill you. But those were consequences for the future you to worry about. Now, there was only one thought on your mind.
This time his hand didn’t slide down to your clit. Instead, he took your shirt and bra off. With the buzzing now on your nipple, you felt your body grow hot again. No other stimulation was needed for you to clench down on him. Inviting him to pound into you again. An invitation he took with a smile and a short kiss to your lips.
His movement was uncoordinated and messy. His brows were creased, eyes closed as he thrusted deep into you focused on not spilling yet.
But he was so desperate. So, so desperate to have you, to fill you again. And so were his thrusts – desperate and needy, accompanied by the sweetest of moans. You knew he wouldn’t last as long as he did last time – not with how overstimulated he must have been, fucking into you so shortly after the previous round. It would have made you giggle, just how desperate he was to get you pregnant, if you were off any better.
“Gustave~! Ahh… Ahh~!! P-putain!” you cursed, grabbing the back of his head. Your lips crashed in a heated kiss, broken only by soft whines of pleasure and needy gasps as your walls spasmed for the second time.
Gustave fell on top of you, panting and tired. And you stayed like that for a moment, gathering your energy back. He wasn’t done yet, nor were you. You just needed… to rest a little.
Gustave groaned, finally pulling out his flaccid member from your wet heat.
The sight of his cum leaking of your hole made him frown – he would have none of that! With a gentle finger, Gustave pushed it back in, making sure it would stay deep inside. He was hypnotised with the sight. It made his cock jump in interest.
“N-no more…” your whine snapped him out of his trance. Oh, you were just his sensitive angel. You deserved a break, and so did his now much to sensitive shaft. He sighed, reluctantly pulling away from you, dropping his pants to the floor – a mess to clean up later, he thought, leaning down to gather you into his arms.
If you were to rest, he couldn’t leave you on the floor. There were already goosebumps forming on your sweaty skin. Now that you weren’t tangled into each other the coldness of the floor got to you. He would take you again somewhere more comfortable. Amongst soft pillows and warm blankets.
He carried you through the quiet hallways, until he reached your bedroom. The door let out a familiar creek when opened – one that made you smile. This man installed a buzzing feature into his own hand for you, but couldn’t get to oiling the hinges of the doors.
Priorities, right?
You sighed when your body finally touched something soft. You wished to embrace him and never move from him… but your lover had different plans. His warmth soon disappeared and he left you alone for the moment.
When he came back, he was completely naked, the only thing on him being a glass of water. The bed dipped underneath him, and he helped you sit up.
“Here” he hummed, offering you the water. Leaning against his chest, you took it, emptying the whole thing in one go. Until now, you didn’t really notice just how thirsty you were.
Handing him the glass back, you hummed in appreciation. “Thanks”
“Feeling better?” Gustave asked, massaging your side with care. He wouldn’t push if you decided it was enough, but the question stood, just like his cock.
“Yeah… much better thanks to you, mon cœur” you whispered, nuzzling your cheek against his shoulder. You could feel his muscles tense. His hand gripping you a little tighter now.
“Think you can do one more, mon amour?” he asked, almost pleading, and you nodded. It was enough time to rest, and just much as Gustave, you wanted to end this day with a promise of expanding your little family.
Gustaves lips pressed against yours. Relentless. A slow-burning intoxication that left you breathless. Too much and yet not nearly enough. It was all becoming a blur in your head – a constant of pounding and overwhelming pleasure overtaking your brain.
He shifted, lazily taking his place on top of you. The tip of his cock teased your entrance, sending jolts through your body. Mindlessly, you wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him even closer. Deeper. His cock slowly slipping inside your tight heat.
“Mon amour…!” Gustave groaned against your neck, leaving wet kisses on your hot skin. He trusted into you slowly at first, testing the waters. Making sure it wasn’t too much. Once he was sure it was okay, his moves became rougher. Needier. He had shifted his hips, the tip now bumping against your sweet spot with every thrust of his hips. “Oh, just you wait…. I’m gonna stuff you so full of my cum… gonna knock you up baby” he rambled on, making your head swim.
His mechanical hand rested on your cheek for a moment, softly buzzing as he pounded you into oblivion. You sucked at his thumb. He wouldn’t feel it, but you knew what the image would do to him. You could feel how his hips stuttered for a second.
“Such a naughty girl” he groaned. The buzzing shifted, his hand sliding down from your cheek, down your neck, halting at your breasts for a moment. Gustave made sure to caress every little spot that made you jump. He knew you like the back of his hand, making you squirm from massaging the most unexpected of places, making you drown deeper into the throes of pleasure
“Gonna keep you full until it takes…” he rasped “stuff you with my cum day and night, mon amour… breed you… gonna breed you until it takes baby” that did it for you, and you were once again creaming his cock. Your teeth sank into his shoulder in an attempt to muffle your moans.
“Shit–!” he gasped in pain, emptying his balls. You relaxed your jaw only when something metallic dripped on your tongue. Your wobbly hand wiped your reddened lips.
“Sorry…” you mumbled. You didn’t mean to break the skin… At least Gustave didn’t seem to bothered by the fact… Had your brain been a tad clearer, you would probably notice he enjoyed it more than you’d suspect.
As you shifted, you realised he was still inside you, cock half hard. Looking up at him, you saw a mix between determination, desire and pain. Gods, you were sure at this point he was running on pure need to breed you.
You have created a monster. A machine that wouldn’t stop until it was sure it has achieved its mission. Even if it meant powering through his overstimulation.
“One more” he breathed against your lips, hips snaping into yours. You gripped his shoulders like a lifeline, unable to do much more. “Just one more, mon amour” he begged breathlessly. Tears spilled down your face, as you became wholly too overwhelmed and raw by this point. You couldn’t take one more…!
“T-too much!” you tried to cry out, but the words were quietened by a heated kiss.
“Just one more, mon amour…. You can do it” he rasped, softly coxing you “I know you can do it, my sweet.” His words were soft, a stark contrast to how harshly his hips were snapping against yours. He was losing control. Loosing himself in your tight warmth. “Need to keep you full” he panted “so full… until it takes! Oh, mon amour~! Nghh~! C’mon! Give me one more. One more… and we can take a break–”
“Gust- Gustave~!” you cried out, eyes going wide. With each snap of his hips, your insides burned, pain mixing with pleasure. It was too quick, y-you just needed a moment to let your fried nerves rest. Every snap of his hips felt like electricity shocking your poor, tired body. It was stronger than anything you have felt before. The pleasure grew beyond what you knew. Beyond what you had ever felt. It frightened you. Confusion and pleasure cured through your veins as you felt the pressure in your bladder.
“W-wai–“ the words died in your throat as blinding pleasure spread through your body. It was like nothing you had ever felt before, completely overtaking your body. Your whole body shook, hands grasping at whatever was near until your knuckles whitened. Gasping for air, your muscles were still tensing from the feeling. Even after calming down, it still coursed through your body. Something was off… You knew it was when Gustave halted, looking at where your bodies connected.
And you felt why a second later, as your senses started coming back to you. The wetness that now coated your thighs as well as Gustave and the mattress underneath you.
“Did you…” he didn’t need to finish for you to understand what had happened. The smirk on his lips told you all you needed to know. “That’s my good girl,” he purred, hips slowly starting to snap into you again. “Did the thought of becoming a mommy make you squirt? You want it this badly? Want me to fill you again, don’t you?” he teased, movement becoming even more rough. And you could only cry out louder, because yes. Yes, it did, and yes you wanted that! And you would be embarrassed if the overstimulation wasn’t frying your brain. Your hand moved from his shoulder to desperately clutch the sheets. Everything was too much suddenly, and every drag of his cock was too rough and torturous. Your brain became fuzzy, and the world around you started to blur. His moans muted into the background, his form became blurry to your eyes.
And somehow, you felt light. Lighter than ever. It was as if your body had melted into the air itself. The pleasure didn't crash over you – it carried you, slow and steady, like a tide pulling you out to sea. Warmth bloomed deep inside of you, spilling through your form like a drug. And you let the feeling consume you, take you deeper into its pleasurable throes, away from everything else.
Gustave stopped as soon as your body went a little too limp. Lust became worry, and he stopped instantly, taking your face between his hands.
“Mon amour? The light of my life?” he whispered, worried that he had gone too far and hurt you. You could barely hear him, only feeling something touch your face. He must be holding it in his hands, you thought, feeling as something warm and cold on either side of your face. It was like an anchor, the last thing keeping your consciousness with reality. You smiled at him, mumbling something under your nose. What did you say? You weren’t even sure… but it was so nice being held by him…
Gustave on the other hand, was panicking at your lack of coherent response. You had never gone limp like that on him! What was he supposed to do?
Take care of you, obviously. He huffed, slowly pulling his limp cock out. He allowed himself to look at you for a moment. To admire how cute you looked with your goofy smile and sweaty body. And you would look even better with your belly round with his child. Not now Gustave. He shook his head, quickly jumping off of the bed. He needed to take care of you!
Before you came to be, he managed to change the sheets and clean you up.
“Thank god” he breathed a sigh of relief. “How are you feeling?”
“Um…” your brain was still a bit fuzzy. “Good?” you finally uttered, deciding the feeling was quite pleasant. Except for tour back hurting a little, you couldn’t complain. Gustave slipped back into the bed, wrapping his arms around you – one of them stopping to caress your belly.
“All mine now… so full…” he held you close as he said that “You will grow so big soon, mon amour. “and deep down, you knew it was true.
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IF YOU DON’T THINK GUSTAVE WOULD MAKE HIS HAND VIBRATE TO MAKE SEX BETTER THEN YOU ARE WRONG, THANK YOU FOR YOUR ATTENTION
notes. i havent beaten the game yet... but who cares lol take this. enjoy it. take this lil short and sweet thing. happy new year <3 this was gonna have verso in it bc the idea did come from me thinking abt angst for him but i couldn't figure out how to word it so it was scrapped.
premise. you paint a picture of your lover.
includes. lune, sciel, and gustave.
warnings. spoilers for the game. gn!reader, vague canon, established relationship, fluff and angst, not proofread.
LUNE — is an artist at heart as well, though she's more drawn to music than the canvas. Still, art is something the two of you were able to bond over, even with all the worry of what tomorrow might bring (and what it might not). She knew you loved to paint, and she was always happy to encourage that passion of yours. When you brought up wanting to paint a portrait of her, she'd been... thrilled, maybe? A little nervous, for sure.
But she'd always thought about writing a song for you, so you wanting to paint a portrait of her was basically the same thing in her mind. You didn't ask her to pose for you, you wanted her in her natural element. She found that it'd be a little difficult to act natural, knowing you wanted to paint her, but the easy work around was just you not telling her when you were going to actually paint her.
And when you showed her the final results, she was absolutely blown away. It's just a simple thing; Lune caught up in her own little world, taking notes of the expedition by the camp's fire. The canvas was small, and she could tell there was so much you wanted to do with the piece, had you the canvas and paint to spare. But she doesn't care about the size. She's more than happy with the small portrait.
SCIEL — practically jumped at the opportunity to pose for you when you brought up wanting to paint her. She certainly makes a few remarks about turning the paint session into something more, a satisfied smirk playing at her lips when you nearly dropped your paint brush. It's fun teasing you like this, but she doesn't take it further than a few light words. She knows how much you love to paint, and once you get that urge, it's near impossible to stop you from grabbing a canvas.
Besides, Sciel loves watching you. Just being able to see you is a reminder to her that you're real, and you're still here with her. She's memorized every little detail about you, from the way you bite your lip when you're focused on perfecting the minor details of the painting, to the way you periodically glance over at her when you need to remind yourself of whatever pose she had going on. She could wax poetry about the way the light shines in your eyes when you tilt your head back just right, that's how far gone she is for you.
And when you finally finish the portrait, you nervously pull her over to the covered canvas. You have no reason to be nervous, she reassures you. Everything you touch turns into a masterpiece, and she doubts this piece will be any different. And when you pull the sheet down to reveal the portrait of Sciel draped across a couch, her hair down with some of it over her shoulders. You had been so patient with the little details, going as far as to put down every freckle on her face. She ends up smothering you to death with kisses, too overwhelmed to use her words.
GUSTAVE — loves watching you paint. When he's not with his apprentices or spending time with Maelle and Emma, chances are he's sitting with you, reading a book while watching you paint the scenery of whatever surrounds the two of you. The quiet is a comfort when it's with you. Your presence enough to quiet all the worries of the expedition looming in the distance, and the fact that he'll have to part ways with you soon because of it.
He's shown off your artwork to his apprentices numerous times before, and he full on intends on showing them this piece once it's finished. Especially since you seemed so focused on it whenever he'd glance up at you. He'd catch you stealing glances at him every once in a while, and you'd quickly look away when your eyes locked with his. It got a small smile from him, and reminded him of the early stages of your relationship when the two of you were stumbling over your own words.
You didn't get to finish the piece before Gustave left with Expedition 33, but you promised you'd show it to him when he came home. But after a couple of weeks, the remainder of 33 return after defeating the Paintress, and Gustave is nowhere in sight. The portrait of him is all that remains, and Maelle can only cling to you desperately as you sob, your body slowly turning into petals like everyone else around you.
You should be dead, you should have died a year ago. The number 34 shines on the monolith as a sick reminder - you should be dead.
You're special, that's what all parents tell their kids. You didn't actually believe it though, not until you survived the impossible.
You should have gommaged at 34, but you're still here. You're shunned and outcast, some people blame you for everything, others think you’re cursed. Why out of all the people in Lumière did the paintress choose to save you?
The only way you can think to make people happy and get answers is to join expedition 33, at least death will find you there
18+ This fic contains explicit content MDNI. Warnings listed per chapter, contains strong themes such as grief, loss, death, suicide and self harm.
AO3
Part 1 - Lune
Chapter 1 - The Second Gommage
Chapter 2 - The Indigo Tree
Chapter 3 - Someone Special
Chapter 4 - Ancient Sanctuary
Chapter 5 - Visions in the Night
Chapter 6 - Nice to Meet You
Chapter 7 - Don't Think Just Feel
moodboard CW: scars not SH
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