Nowhere You Can Hide.
Rook Hunt x Fem!Reader
sypnosis. you shouldâve known better than to carelessly joke around with an adept hunter.
word count : 1.6k words
tags / warnings : reader is yuu/prefect, reader is also a 3rd year, established relationship, suggestive themes though nothing OVERLY explicit, primal play, not proofread + will possibly contain grammatical errors, super freaked out fic, may be ooc
A/N : super proud of this tbh, wish i could make it into a longer fic in the future :))
The ground is slick from the heavy rain, dried leaves and muck clinging onto your pants as you tumble to the groundâchest heaving, vision swimming. You shouldnât have provoked Rook. What began as a careless game twisted into something far more primal, fear was slowlyâgut-wrenchingly clawing up your throat. You could feel his presence looming over you, breathing the same air like he owns it, like he owns you.
Itâs almost laughable how a joke of yours turns into something serious.
âI bet I could elude your arrows with ease, Rook.â You taunt, propping yourself against a massive tree, voice defiant and careless. He turns to youâsilent for a heartbeat too long, his smile never quite reaching his eyes. When he speaks, itâs in a soft, almost mocking tone. âIs that so?â He cooed, his fingers swiftly tie up his hair, his gaze never leaving you. âPerhaps we should test that theory out.â
You shouldâve known better, agreeing was a mistake. Now, youâre in a vulnerable position against an adept hunter.
You donât know where he isâor if heâs right behind you, silent and beaming in the darks of the forest. You scramble to your feet, heart pounding in your chest. You canât tell which way youâre going anymore, the dense forest swallows you whole, surrounding you with its dark, nerve-wrecking presence. Every tree, every shadow looks the sameâand it leaves you utterly disoriented. You struggle to catch your breath as the damp, earthy scent surrounds you like a suffocating shroud.Â
But that doesnât matter, not right now. All that matters is that heâs out there somewhere, stalking your every move like a hunter tracking its prey. Lungs heaving, you drive yourself to run, shoes squelching in the sodden ground as mud splatters up your legs.Â
The sun bled low on the horizon, spilling orange and blood-red light across the treetops, painting the forest in false beauty. But you canât stop to admire itânot when every breath you take is ragged, not when your feet are stumbling over roots and branches. You couldnât afford to stop even for a second, to admire a sky that felt like it was watching you get eaten alive.
Thereâs no path to follow anymore. No direction. Just endless trees closing in around you like a cage. Any wrong turn, any hesitation could bring Rook even closer to you.
40 minutes of endless running, 40 minutes of pure terror. You press your back into a tree trunk nearby, chest heaving, lungs burning as you try to catch what little breath you can. Your body aches, your limbs trembling from the effort of running through thick foliage and muddy terrain. But worst of all is the uncertainty, the fear and adrenaline of what awaits once Rook inevitably catches you.
Thenâa sound, too far, but too fast. You turn just a second too late.
Thwack.
The arrow embeds itself in the bark beside your head with a sickening crack. The force rips a thin line across your cheekâskin splitting, heat flaring, blood beads instantly as the pain blooms down the side of your face.Â
He missed on purpose, heâd never actually try to harm you. Thatâs what makes this exciting.
The forest suddenly falls eerily silent, a heavy anticipation hanging in the air. Then, his voice rings out around you, echoing through the vast expanse of the forest like an ill omen. âI can see you, mon chĂŠrie.â He purrs, his tone sending chills racing down your spine. Every muscle in your body tenses, your heart hammering in your chest.
You turn, eyes locking with his, and there he is. Perched on a thick branch like a hawk, bow in hand, breath visible in the cooling air. Sweat glistens along his neck as he watches you. His lips curl into a smile, but itâs different. Cold, predatory. Itâs as sweet as poison, like a predator toying with its prey.Â
âThereâs nowhere you can hide my lady.â His voice a deep purr as he drops down from the branch, approaching you with slow, deliberate steps. Your body seizes with panic.
Now. Run now.
You scramble up, legs trembling and weak before breaking into another desperate sprint. The direction doesnât matter, you just need distance, need to buy yourself just an ounce of time.
Every step you take is a gamble, a desperate attempt to outwit Rook.
As the light in the sky continues to fade, your body hits its limitâlegs collapsing, lungs seizing. You stumble, dropping down to your knees next to a nearby bush. Gasping for breath, you try to fill your lungs with air, desperate for just one more minute of rest. But Rook doesnât give you that luxury.
As you lift shaky hands to wipe the sweat from your face, you hear the sound of rustling leaves, and a shadow slowly closes in.
Heâs there.
Towering over you with a feral smile tugging at his lips, like he was a wolf cornering a frightened rabbit.
Startled, your hand slips on the wet ground, propelling you to the ground with a rough thud. Rook swiftly moves, straddling you, his knee presses firmly between your thighs, pinning you in place as his palms frame your faceâleaving you with no room to move. âIâve caught you now mon amour.â He purrs in your ear, voice low and thick with possession. His breath is hot against your skin, too close, intimate and threatening all at once. You tremble beneath him not just from fear, but from the terrifying thrill of being caught by him.
Accepting defeat, you let out a shaky laugh, trying to mask the lingering fear. âAlright, alright, youâve won. What do you want as your prize?â you say, voice wavering with forced playfulness.
But Rook doesnât seem amused. He watches youâsilent, unreadable eyes boring into yours before that slow, knowing smile of his returns. He props himself up first before extending his hand for you, and you take it. You take it on instinct and pull yourself up; your legs give way instantly under the strain of exhaustion and fear, but before you can stumble to the ground again, Rook catches you, his arms wrapping tightly around your waist, pulling you flush against him.
âCareful mon chĂŠrie,â he murmurs, his forehead pressed gently against yours for a breathless moment before pulling back, leaving your face flushed, your pulse fluttering beneath your skin.Â
As you both walk back toward Ramshackle in the dimming light, Rook deliberately steps into your path. Youâre forced sideways, shoulder slamming hard against a nearby tree trunk. âRookâHey!â You protest, but itâs cut off almost instantly as he closes the distance between you. His lips crash onto yoursâhungry and unrelenting, his hands sliding from your waist down to grip your hips tight. Holding you exactly where he wants you.
His tongue drives into your mouth with desperate need, relentless and deep. You attempt to push him back, desperate for air, but he doesnât let you. Not right now. He holds you closer, knee pressing against your clothed heat, the friction driving you wild. You feel him hitch, a soft whimper escaping his lips, the sound sending a shiver down your spine. Heâs so close that you can feel the heat between you growing more and more intense. His body against yours as he continues to dominate your senses. Every part of him consuming you entirely.
A thin, glistening strand of saliva lingers for a breath between your lips before it snaps. â...HahâRook, we canâtânot here-â You stammer, but he pulls you closer against him, one hand sliding to the small of your back while the other dances on the skin of your thigh. His fingers trace slow paths up and down your spine. âMy prize, mon chĂŠrie, my patience is already wearing thin.â He whispers, voice laced with quiet hunger.
He tugs at the hem of your shirt before hiking it up, baring your skin to the cool evening air. His palm glides over the soft skin of your stomach up to your side. With practiced ease, he unfastens the clasp of your bra with one hand then tugs it down. A soft sob escapes you, trembling in your throat as Rook watches every flicker of emotion on your face, his gaze dark and unwaveringâpossessive, consuming even.
He drives his knee upwards, the sudden pressure against your heat makes you dizzy with desire. Gosh this man. His tongue trails over the hollow of your neck, leaving a path of glistening saliva in its wake. You gasp involuntarily as he leans down, sinking his teeth into your flesh with just enough force to drive you wild. The sharp, intense yet sweet pain sends your mind reeling, making you whimper in pleasure. Then he sucks on your skin, hard enough for you to feel the sweet pain, hard enough that itâll leave a mark you wonât be able to hide.
You can barely walk the next morning. The forest fallen eerily silent, the night before feels almost like a delirious dreamâbut the marks and bruises left on your skin tell a different story. Rook had slipped away while you were asleep, deciding to take a shower. Though he still is taking a shower, the sound of running water echoing faintly. Your body aches all over, you canât help but wince as you shift slightly on the bed. Your limbs are heavy, weary, and trembling with the aftermath of what occurred. As you try to stand up from your bed, you find yourself stumbling, your body weak and uncoordinated.
Damn you, Rook Hunt.
Š azueel.ăno AI training or plagiarism authorized, all rights reserved.
