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Blood And Gold

Blood and Gold

“Gold is forever. It is beautiful, useful, and never wears out. Small wonder that gold has been prized over all else, in all ages, as a store of value that will survive the travails of life and the ravages of time.” — James Blakeley

“And now, born from the ashes, she’s a warrior in bloodied black.” ― Amie Kaufman

TW: Blood, angst, mild cursing

Pairing: Samuel Seo X Thicc Reader

A/n: I am pretty sure no one in the lookism fandom thought about a chubby reader, good thing I came along

Overview: Being the adopted daughter of a household of men, a server at your father's club, and a bouncer, and encountering your boss all in one night.

Chapter 1: The bloody club

A bit of Background information:

You didn't live in a remarkably regular home. Your parents were constantly arguing every day for what seemed like forever. Your father was a drunkard, and your mother tried her best to put food on the table. But when you heard them argue time and time again, You couldn't take it anymore, so you ran.

As far away as you can, away from it all. But the conflict was born in humanity, and it is impossible to escape it. You lived on the streets. And finding food, home, money, and clothing. But it wasn't easy, only leaving home at 5 years old, it was something you must acclimate to. For months, you lived in harsh conditions, stealing food from stores and taking clothes from any nearby neighbors, it became a daily routine for you.

Everything changed within one instant.

You run down a busy street with food in hand, barefooted and with a ragged hoddie and pants while the shopkeeper was pursuing you from behind. " Get back here, you little brat!!!" The storekeeper blurted angrily. As he was just about to seize you by the shoulder, but you were a fast one. Making a sharp turn into the closed street corner, the storekeeper fell into one of the trashcans. Injuring himself as you thought you got away from that guy. Someone pulled you from almost killing yourself because a car nearly hit you on impact. You looked behind at your rescuer, the elder man wearing a suit and tie along with a long black coat and suitcase. You stared at him for a second before the streetlight turned green and people started walking. The old gentleman tugged you along with him as you were struggling to break free. " I've been looking for you for quite some while," The old man spoke calmly, his voice sturdy and firm, "My men told me they had some trouble with a small lassie. So, I considered I attend to the matter myself, but it seems fate got us together. Heh… How peculiar." He chuckled as the two of you walked to the other side of the avenue.

" So... 'm in trouble or something Mr.?" You emitted quietly as he barely let go of your hand. He got on one knee and gazed into your eyes, gentleness and forthright. He shook his head, " No, you're not. as of matter of fact, I want to take you home with me."

Has he gone mad? why would he take in a street rat like you... let alone a chubby one

Even after all the trouble you caused... What's going on in this old man's head?

Before you could get away from the man, a limousine pulled up in front of him. " Ah, look like our ride Is here." He clamored merrily as the driver opened the door for him. He got in before turning to you, "well, you coming in or what, my adopted grandchild?"

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And that's how you were adopted by an old man, became a server and bouncer at your grandfather's party joint: The Bloody Club. It has gotten the name because of the fighting that had happened there, and possibly you being in the middle of it. As a bouncer, if they start something, you gotta break it up, or otherwise, it'll escalate.

As you were serving some people on the lower floor with one of your younger brothers, the music was blasting, and lights flashed throughout the party. People were dancing, drinking, and talking loud as hell. You did a slight mini hop as the DJ played your favorite song. " Heyy, your favorite song's on." Your brother yelled as he served the beverages to the women in a facade of him, plainly trying to get in bed with him. He is attractive, after all. All the men in your family are, and you are too.

Clamoring started to draw your attention to the dance floor. Two intoxicated males with tattoos are about to start a brawl. You sighed as you went down into your skirt sack and grabbed your Golden knuckle braces, with your full nickname spelled on them: Bloody Baroness. You went from behind the counter and to the dance floor.

" Go raise hell, Baby Baroness." Your Younger brother hollered. As he was going to cover your shift.

You moved some of the people to the side as you went into the conversation, " Oi, How about you two take this outside? Don't make it a scene." You reasoned as the two men stared at you with malicious intent and fever drunkness. " And doe a little girl like you gonna do about it?" He said soberly as he reached in his pocket. " I'll have to use force and kick out." You forewarned.

He yelled as he got the blade out of his pocket and attempted to swing, but you ceased at mid-mark, crushing his wrist as he screamed," Don't provoke it further. I'll get messy." You stared into his eyes with the intent to knock his sorry ass out.

Until he knew what happened, you threw him across the entrance door as he ranged flying in the air. The audience gasped and mumbled, how the hell, did you do that?!

The other man went to whack you with his left hook, but you avoided it. He sent numerous punches as you kept dodging each one of them. As if you can glimpse the moves before he strikes them. In his last strike, you grabbed his arm and gave a couple hits of your own to the face and stomach as the gold braces put an indent into his body. He collapsed and puked up the liquor he had. " So, how was your trip to Punch city?" You asked as you walked around him.

" No-N-No way, I Ain- Urghh" He stopped mid-sentence as you kicked him in the face. " I'm sorry to say this..." You snarkily replied. As each blow went to finish him off. " You. Are. Already. Finished!" You grunted as you sent the final blow to his gut as he collapsed to the floor with bruises and blood on his body.

You looked around to see that before you intervened, they'd broken a couple of things before you came over here. You looked at the currently; unconscious man's gold watch and a couple of rings, one of them being a diamond ring. You grabbed the man's expensive watch from his wrist. And the rings on his fingers, "I'll consider this as payment for the repairs." You smiled as you told the guards to get him out of here. While the guards went to remove the man from the premises, you walked backward until you bumped into someone. " And here I thought you might need some help. looks like I'm not needed." He chuckled. You turned around to see who you were going to apologize to see the elevated muscular man who was littered with tattoos. Possibly from head to toe, He wore a black shirt that was buttoned up to his chest, showing more of his tattooed chest, sleeves rolled up to his elbow, and puffing out a cigarette from his mouth.

You scoffed, " As if I need any help from a stranger. Also, I live with a family of boys at home. I've never seen you around here before. You new?" You questioned.

He inhaled the cigarette from his lips and puffed a wave of smoke from his lips. " The name's Samuel, baby girl." He reached out his other hand to shake hers. " Y/n L/n."

You walked back to your bar with your brother, wrapping up his shift and yours. The people from the club began to head out of the building. " Should I tell gramps about getting repairs, or should you?" Your brother asked as you stood cleaning up the broken glass off the floor. " Nah, I'll do it."

As you were about to wrap things up, you grabbed your phone from out of your pocket, till a clattering noise echoed below you. You looked down to see a business card wrapped in a small sheet of paper. You quatted down to reach it and unwrapped the sheet of paper:

" Your grandfather told me that you were thinking about studying for business, so I requested him that you should work under me. I'll see you tomorrow."

Number: ****-*****-*****

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A/n: Part 2 might come around in September of next weekend

Blood And Gold

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