Dylan Sauge (Tidelands) x Reader
Your return to Orphelin Bay takes a turn for the worst when you become the centre of attention after your cousin Cal is found to be a Tidelander. Thrown into a challenging situation, secrets are uncovered and the mysteries of the Tidelanders are brought to light.
Dylan was sprinting towards the tree line intent of finding you. His thoughts were clouding his judgement. So much so he didn’t hear the blonde goddess call his name until he was behind the tree you were curled up against.
The rise and fall of your chest increased as you saw his hand loop against the tree’s trunk, ready to inspect behind it.
His movement, however, was frozen as he turned to face his queen. Had she been following him?
“What is it you are doing?” She inquired, as she held one of the dead mans eyeballs up, her steady gaze on Dylan.
“Nothing my queen.” Dylan answered as he walked towards her at the edge of the water. Silently he cursed himself for not disposing of the remains when he found them. Or doubling back to make sure he wasn’t being followed.
“Well if you don’t mind, return to L’Attente. Lamar will be needing some help controlling the crowd for tonight’s festivities.”
Her steady gaze never left his. Challenging him to refuse and continue in the quest to find whatever had him so riled up.
However, Dylan was growing aware of her manipulative ways. And with all the strength he could muster walked past Adrielle towards L’Attente without looking in the direction of where (y/n) was hiding. “Of course, my queen.”
With Dylan gone it was now Adrielle you needed to hide from. A sudden wave of further anxiety washed over you knowing she would find you much easier.
“I know you’re here.” She softly hummed, once again inspecting the eye before looking at the tree line for you.
Her voice sickly sweet as her bare feet trod softly against the sand
“We can do this the easy way, or the hard way (y/n). Which do you prefer?”
You shook. There was no escape. No scrunching of the eyes and wishing for the ground to swallow you up would turn your reality into something better. You were caught. You were probably going to endure the same terrible things as your cousin Cal.
Lost in a trance of worry which had frozen your shaking form it wasn’t until a hand clasped around your neck did you return to reality.
Cold sharp nails dug into your neck as another hand latched onto your hair. A disgruntled yell left your lips as pain coursed through your scalp. Your hands flew to her hand attached to your hair. Frantically clawing at it to let go.
She had strength however. More than you realised.
Quickly she had you on your knees in front of her. Both her hands moved to your hair and just as quickly as she captured you with her talons your eyes closed as the world went black. Your head was thrust against the tree trunk and you were out cold.
The world was black. The bag over your head was black. The boot of the car was black. The world outside, black. A state of perpetual darkness where you could no longer see anything in the world.
The confides where you were jostled, throwing you around in the small space. Tires screeched as the vehicle you were in swerved to the side before coming to a stop.
Your head flew to the side as the car turned the corner, hitting the back of your skull against the stiff metal edge. A throbbing sensation reverberated through your skull as the already pulsing sensation became overwhelming.
Your eyes closed, your brain was beginning to slow, processing the situation became harder. Your mind becoming fuzzy.
Music pulsated in the background. Joyous laughs and mumbled speech of tens of people captured your fading attention to the celebratory atmosphere playing on outside the car.
The Sound of the boot popping open drew a breath out you had unknowingly been holding in. Two pairs of strong large hands clasped around your bare arms.
The singlet shirt and boy shorts you’d dressed into for bed before your kidnapping were no match for the cool air that swept over your body as you were yanked from the small box.
A shiver ran down your spine as your bare feet touched the cold jagged gravel below. Weak knees gave way and you fell to the ground. Grunting in discomfort, you winced as you were pulled back up straight. A trickle of liquid, probably blood, ran down the front of your legs and over your feet.
Suddenly your ears picked up the noise. Or lack thereof. The surrounds were quiet; eerily quiet, aside for the few mumbles and whispers that travelled to and fro as you were walked t what felt like a wooden step.
Just as quietly a pair of heels clicked their way from behind you, coming to a halt at your side. Long cold fingers wound their way across your shoulders and hooked onto your singlet shirt strap. The bag over your head was pulled forcefully away; scraping against the open wound next t your eye from where your head had been smashed against the tree trunk.
Fresh blood trickled from the cut, falling onto your white shirt and staining it crimson.
Your chin was caught in the tight talon grip of Adrielle and pointed towards the growing crowd of Tidelanders.
“My people.” Adrielle spoke with authority. “Let this be a lesson to you all. Those who refuse me, deify me, challenge me, will be met with consequences.”
She was trained on speaking to the crowd. However, as her tight grip on your hair raised your swelling eyes you noticed a pair staring back at you.
He held his head high, eyes wide as he refused to break the contact between you both. Your own eyes, however, were growing weary. Eyelids becoming heavy as sleep beckoned. The pain that reverberated throughout your entire body began to numb.
Hence, when Adrielle kicked your knees out from beneath you and you fell to the ground with her talons still rapped in your hair, you never felt the pain as she dragged her blade down the front of your collarbone and chest; piercing the skin and shredding the singlet covering your bra and naked form.
Your eyes were glazed over, focusing on nothing but the blur of the surrounds. Void of noise, of movement and emotion, blood wept from the fresh wound and a single tear escaped from the corner of your eye and rolled down your bloodied cheek until it hit the wooden deck below.
Disregarding Adrielle’s annoyance to your response and your bodies effort to keep you in reality, your mind began to shut down. The world around you once again falling into darkness as Adrielle let go of your hair and your body slumped down onto the ground.
Sunlight shone softly on your face. Your eyes fluttered open as they admired the golden rays. Where you in heaven? Had your body given up in its fight for survival?
Your attempts to sit up answered your questions when your body gave way and you fell back onto the soft mattress you were laying on. A disgruntled groan left your lips as your body began to ache. Sharp pains echoed throughout. The room began to spin, and you reached your hand up to clutch your head feeling the damp bandages wrapped around your forehead.
A noise from another room made your hairs on your arms stand tall. Your eyes were now wide, observing your surrounds. An unrecognisable bed, or room for that matter was where you were laid. However, the decorations and colour were likeable to a Tidelanders.
Nerves began to take over your body again as you searched for anything on the nightstand to act as a weapon. Who knew what wandered the room outside the bedroom door? Or who wandered them?
Just as your fingered grasped for the glass of water on the bedside table the door creaked open to in fact reveal a Tidelander. Or more specifically, Dylan.
Your eyes grew wide in worry and anxiety of what he might do to you. The little remaining water was thrown out the glass as you threw it in the direction of him. He ducked behind the door, just in time for the glass to smash against the wall right next to where he was stood previously.
“Woah.” He speaks calmly, hands in surrender next to his face as he trends slowly into the room. “Calm down (y/n), it’s just me.”
“Where am I-.” You croak out, throat dry and tired. “What happened?”
“I will explain everything but-.” Dylan begins but you cut him off.
Your breathing becomes rapid and your eyes swell with tears. “No! What do you want from me?” You bring both your hands up into fists at your chest.
His eyes go soft as they concentrate on your breaking resolve. “(y/n),” he sighs, hands coming down to his sides, “just let me fix the bandage on your face”.
Your hand brushed up to the bandage above your eye. It was soaked, and as you brought your hand back down you noticed the crimson blood that had seeped onto your skin. A light trickle of blood began to run down your cheek and onto the clean grey shirt you were wearing.
All resolve broke as the tears that had been building overflowed and ran down your face. Sobs racked your chest as your head fell back down on the pillow with your hands covering your eyes.
The mattress dipped next to your hip and warm fingers gingerly pulled your hands away from your face. Still clutching them in his lap. His face was directed past you. Attention focused on the nightstand. He opened his mouth as to say something but just as quickly shut it. After taking a gulp he turned his head slowly and his warm eyes met your teary ones.
“Let me help you (y/n).” He whispered. “Please.”
