Gael x reader. (Heavily requested)

Inspired by an asmr roleplay I listened to the other night.

Here, you'll need these. *holds out tissue boxes* Be prepared for nosebleeds.

Fanart by: -UwU101- Thank you hun, I love how you draw him! Its absolutely stunning~!

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It was freezing cold and dark. Your throat hurt badly, and harsh wool dug into your wrists.

You had no idea where you were, all you could hear was a few muffled voices from down.. A hall?

"Well he better fookin' show up or I'm cutting his d*ck off and feeding it to Goldie!" A man with a heavy Irish accent yelled angrily.

"Ha! You got yelled at!"

"Both of ya shut the fook up or I'm puttin' a bullet through that unibrow and turnin' it into two!" He hisses again, shortly after a loud slap was heard.

Footsteps left the hall, but the door to the room you were in had opened. The feet getting closer to you sounded like tap shoes?

It suddenly smelled of sweet rich chocolate with a hint of mint, and the smoke of a cigarette.

Was something dragging on the floor? It sounded like nails on a chalkboard. Or nails on concrete?

The cloth was gently taken off your face, being set to the side as a soft gloved hand cupped your chin. Your tired and frightened eyes met a pair of glowing evergreen ones.

Your captor was.. A skeleton monster? A very very cute one. His face was refined and skull as white as snow. On his right cheek, under his eye socket was a golden shamrock.

He wore a black button up shirt, it was tucked neatly into his striped pants with the sleeves rolled up passed he elbows. White suspenders, black gloves covering his bony hands, a pair of black and white Oxford's, a white tie around his neck, and finally a black fedora.

"Are ya alright darlin'? My boys didn't bang ya up too much did they?" He asks, his voice sending a pleasant chill down your spine, laced beautifully with an irresistible Irish accent.

"W-where am I?" Your voice was so soft, your throat still hurt and it felt dry.

He takes a step back from you for a moment, leaning over to a small table in the corner of the room. Once he faces you again, he holds a glass of water in his hand.

"I'm sure ya gotta lot of questions, and I'll be happy to answer them. Just know one thing darlin', I'm not gonna hurt ya. No one fookin' will." He gently lifts the cup up to your chapped lips.

Once your throat was soothed, he set the glass aside once again. He stood in front of you with his arms causally behind his back.

"First things first, Ma names Lucky G. Feel free to call me G, though, darlin'. As for why ya here? Ya can blame your dipshit of a brother for that." He sounds irritated.

G shakes his head and looks over to the left side of the room, a bat with bent nails wrapped in withered fabric sat in the corner. If you squinted, you could see bloodstains.

"What does my brother have to do with this?" You ask him nervously.

He closes his sockets for a minuet. "Everythin'. You have no idea how much money that bastard owes me and my men.. Fooker tried to out smart me.."

They open once more, his pupils glowing a sinister gold. "He talks highly of you, you're here for a ransom darlin'."

When you flinch, he turns away from you, arms still behind his back.

"You won't be harmed I made sure of it darlin'. You'll just be stayin' with me until your shit headed brother comes lookin' for ya." G chuckles.

He looks over his shoulder at you with the soft green eye lights. "That is, if he ever comes back for ya. In the meantime..."

He was suddenly in front of you again, thumb gently caressing your cheek this time, turning them pink.

"...We're really gonna get ta know each other." He winks, nearly marking you melt there an then.

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Short and sweet. Just like Gael.. And me.

I hope you enjoyed~!