Now that your mother has passed, it is Curtis' job to protect you and keep you safe. You didn't know that having your body was part of the bargain. And you don't care. Are you going to be able to teach Curtis as much as he teaches you?
Summary: now that your mother has passed, it is Curtis' to protect you and keep you safe. You didn't know that having your body was part of the bargain. And you don't care.
Pairings: Curtis X Reader
Rating: explicit
Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content, smut, fingering, slight voyeurism, 18+ ONLY
Word Count: 3.1K
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You hold your head high as you watch the jackboots gather your mother's body. Don't cry. Don't show emotion. Don't react. Stand there. Watching as Curtis steps in front of you. His large thick body blocking their view of you. It was good to see that he didn't change. But his constant need to protect you, made you miss your mother.
He waits until they leave before he turns to look at you. Raising his hand to touch your arm, but you walk away. You don't need his sympathy right now.
Curtis was tasked with one thing, and that was to keep you alive. Raised on the Snowpiercer since you were a small child. People had tried to take out the weaker links. Using their body as food, but Curtis fought them off of your frail body every time. He quickly became your protector.
You crawl into your pitiful little bunk, feeling much larger now without your last relative. Going to rearrange a few things and you feel the anger and anguish rise up your body. Don't cry. Don't show emotions. Don't react. Stand there.
Those sentiments became harder and harder to do, because right now you wanted to scream. Wanted to throw things. Wanted to hate this world you're living in. Didn't even remember life outside of the train. Rags for clothes, fear, starvation, and a constant cold in your bones. Now you're alone.
Alone to navigate through this dog eat dog world, and you hate it. Surely, there was life outside of this train. And even if there wasn't, was this life worth living?
"Gotcha girlie," a gnarly and blackened hand reaches around the rags you use for curtains. Grabbing your arm to pull you out.
"You need someone to take care of you," he pulls you up against his chest, sniffing at your hair. "I remember when girls smelled better."
"Get off of me!" you push and claw at him, but he doesn't budge.
"I will take you as my wife."
"Over my dead body!"
"I've been wanting to eat your pretty little self for years. It can be arranged."
"Let her go!" Curtis stands in behind you. His jaw pulsing with how clenched his teeth are. "I said, let her go!"
"She's to be my wife."
"You're outta your damn mind!" you shout up at him, but he puts his disgusting hand over your mouth.
"You can't have everything Everett."
"Where were you all these years?" Curtis scoffs at him. "She won't be taking a husband. But she also isn't staying here. Let her go."
