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Kitty, cat! ≽(•⩊ •マ≼—(Zayne fic)

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cw: ➜ nsfw, kitty play, oversimulation, role play, alcohol, punishment, and kitty eating .ᐟ

wc: 3.6k

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 ᶻ ≽^- ˕ -^≼ ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁

55

55 times, in the kitten card; Zayne has beaten you. How do you know? You have been counting them. The only difference now was that you were upping the ante. Zayne and you had drunk alcohol. Primarily you, since Zayne can't hold his alcohol. You guys were playing with punishments, whatever the winner says. The loser does, the loser being you. Zayne had made silly requests. Though it wasn't really serious, it increased your desire to beat him. When you do win, you promise to make him acknowledge that you are the superior player.

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 ᶻ ≽^- ˕ -^≼ ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁

You lost once more, so this is the 55th?… No, the 56! You were starting to get a little drunk. You gazed expectantly at Zayne after he won.

You: “What does the ‘King’ of kitty card want now?..”

You spoke with a slightly slurred voice and an irritated tone.

Zayne smiled his usual serene smile. It always amused him watching you get riled up. The booze has made his eyes a little hazy.

Zayne: “I am the winner, aren’t I? Should I be punished for winning?”

You grumbled, shaking your head.

You: “No…”

You admitted, still upset. Zayne watched you, analyzing your reaction. He spoke up.

Zayne: “For my request… I’d like you to answer a question.”

A faint smile appeared on his lips

Zayne: “Indulge me, will you?”

You: “A question?..”

Zayne: “You say my name like it’s a diagnosis. Tell me, what do you really think of me? Am I just your Dr. Zayne… or is there something you’re not saying?”

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 ᶻ ≽^- ˕ -^≼ ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁

With a hint of playful taunts in his voice, Zayne asked. Putting an emphasis on ‘doctor’. He merely hoped you would acknowledge your feelings for him. Your pride, he imagined, would not allow it.

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 ᶻ ≽^- ˕ -^≼ ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁

After giving it some thought, your hand extended and took the kitty cards. Moving the cards from one figure to another, shuffling them. A dark thought glowed in your eyes. You started drawing cards, giving Zayne two and yourself three. You turned your cards to face you and took them. You parted your lips to talk.

You: “Oh, I think Zayne is so sexxxy!..”

Normally, you wouldn't have spoken so boldly. You've had enough of losing, though. It was time to switch up your tactics.

Zayne's brows twitched; he wasn't expecting that. He raised his eyes from his cards and let forth a dry chuckle. Look at you, trying to decipher your unpredictable actions.

Zayne: “Is this an attempt to make me laugh?”

Zayne put a card down and spoke sarcastically. When you played, you could sense Zayne's superiority. You decided to up your antics.

You: “I mean it, I think Dr. Zayne is sexy…But regular Zayne, is different..”

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 ᶻ ≽^- ˕ -^≼ ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁

You kept your cards close to your face while giving Zayne "innocent" eyes and peeking across. You hoped that Zayne would be distracted by your cards, which concealed your smirk. You prayed this was enough to throw Zayne off his game.

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 ᶻ ≽^- ˕ -^≼ ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁

This was obvious to Zayne, but he chose to play along for the time being. The redness in his ears caused him to halt his breathing. He looked at you after swinging his beer can to his lips and taking a sip. He chuckles softly, his eyes narrowing just slightly.

Zayne: “So that’s what you think of me? Just…eye candy?”

He tilts his head a bit

Zayne: “You really have a way with words. I’d expect something like that from anyone else..but not you.”

You notice the little twitching of his eye when you gaze at him. You make the decision to exploit it. You also take a swig of your own beverage; hard liquor. Your body felt fuzzy, and your eyes were blurry. You give Zayne a direct glance.

You: “I think I’d like Zayne even more if he let me win kitty cards this one time. I would do anything actually...”

You were obviously drunk off your ass and bluffing when you stated that as a joke. Zayne had done somewhat mild and benign “punishments”. You weren't exactly expecting him to take you up on your offer.

Is this how you really flirted? Zayne practically laughed at your “attempt” on flattery. Zayne did take into account how much alcohol you consumed in order to justify your comments, but you were typically like this. Gazing at you, Zayne signed. Zayne looked at you as he signed.

Zayne: “Be careful with what you wish.”

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 ᶻ ≽^- ˕ -^≼ ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁

As if to hold himself back, Zayne deliberately placed his cards on different colored cups rather than the appropriate ones. Zayne deliberately keeps himself from giving it his all because he likes to observe your emotions. this persisted throughout the entire round.

You narrow your eyes, setting your last card down with a triumphant flick.

You: “Ha! Got you, Zayne!..”

You cheered excitedly, almost knocking down your liquor in the process.

He hums, calm as ever, resting his chin in one hand.

Zayne: “Mm…So it seems.”

There’s a faint smirk tugging at his lips too calm for someone who just lost. But you were only enjoying the victory, so you didn't give a damn. You opened another liquor bottle. You chucked Zayne's beer can and poured yourself more to celebrate. You leaned over and poured him a cup of liquor too. As you continued to pour until the cup was nearly full, your breasts were pressed against the table.

You: “You know…it’s usually customary for the ‘loser’ to have a drink with the winner…So drink up Zayne!..”

Zayne smiles, at that. Were you intentionally trying to get him drunk? Zayne decided to humor you. Consuming the alcohol in large gulps. Zayne swore he saw two of you and nearly immediately regretted it due to his increasingly blurry vision. Despite feeling red at the tips of his ears, Zayne remained motionless. He pretended that he was unaffected by the drink.

Zayne: “Is there anything else miss hunter wishes?”

Zayne hid the fact that he was feeling dizzy by speaking in his normal tone.

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 ᶻ ≽^- ˕ -^≼ ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁

You nodded and hiccuped before reaching into your bag for something. You found and took it out. It was black cat ears. You gave Zayne a hopeful glance.

…..

Trying not to giggle, you sit on the couch while Zayne straightens out the fluffy black cat ears that are crookedly perched on his head.

He exhales slowly through his nose, eyes flicking toward you.

Zayne: “Remind me… how exactly did I agree to this again?”

You grin.

You: “You lost!..”

You said, trying hard not to laugh your ass off.

He hums the deep, reflective sound of a man who accepts defeat with a grace he does not feel at all.

Zayne: “Ah, yes.”

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 ᶻ ≽^- ˕ -^≼ ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁

He adjusts the ears again with delicate precision.

You were biting your lip to keep from giggling, and he noticed. His gaze lingers, sharp but amused.

Zayne: “You seem far too entertained.”

He leans forward slightly, tone dropping.

Zayne: “Is this your way of getting back at me?”

You shrug.

You: “Maybeee…”

That’s when his smile shifts — slow, deliberate, dangerous.

Zayne: “Careful.”

He murmurs.

Zayne: “If I have to wear these again, I might not be the only one…”

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 ᶻ ≽^- ˕ -^≼ ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁

He says, it sounded almost like an underlying threat. He smirks slightly before speaking up.

Zayne: “What was it you wanted me to say?”

You: “You have to say; ‘You are the very best kitty cat player!..In fact you’re the queen, meoww’!”

…..

That long, lethal silence that only Zayne can control is there. He lets out a breath, tilts his head slightly, and carefully puts down his cards.

Zayne: “…You can’t be serious.”

You: “Super!..”

He pinches the bridge of his nose and mutters something suspiciously similar to "unbelievable" beneath his breath. Then he straightens, composure returning like armor.

Zayne: “Very well.”

He looks you dead in the eye.

Zayne: “You are… the very best kitty card player.”

You pulled out your phone, recording everything.

His gaze narrows.

Zayne: “In fact…”

He stops just long enough to cause you to wriggle.

Zayne: “You’re the queen.”

You arch a brow.

You: “Continue..”

With a tone as dry as glass, Zayne lets out a slow sigh through his nose.

Zayne: “meow..”

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 ᶻ ≽^- ˕ -^≼ ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁

You burst out laughing, nearly falling over.

He watches you quietly, then smirks — that slow, dangerous little curve of his mouth.

Zayne: “Enjoy your moment, it won’t be lasting very long.”

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 ᶻ ≽^- ˕ -^≼ ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁

Zayne: “You know, revenge is a remarkably motivating concept.”

You pause.

You: “…What are you planning?”

He picks up the same pair of cat ears, turns them over in his hands.

Zayne: "I know instinctively remember someone promising they would do 'anything' I wanted. After they won.”

With a dry laugh, Zayne turns to face you. looking into your eyes. Your alcohol nearly choked you. Before you look up, you cough a little.

You: “You can’t be serious…I was jok—”

Zayne cut you off.

Zayne: “Fair’s fair. You made the rules.”

You back away a step, but he’s already smiling soft, too composed.

Zayne: “Your turn, her mewojesty. Since you like subjecting your subjects to this…I think it's only fair that you do as well.”

….

Silence, on your part. You picked up the cat ears and glanced at Zayne. As you reluctantly put them on, you glanced at Zayne.

You: “There…are you happy?”

Zayne scoffed, he looked at you.

Zayne: “This hardly qualifies as fair…”

His smile changes—deliberately.

Zayne: “Since you seem to have an obsession with cats, Miss Hunter… I can only imagine what comes next.”

Zayne paused, continuing with his words.

Zayne: “I think it’s only fair she acts like a cat, for the rest of the game.”

You almost sprung to your feet, knew that Zayne could occasionally be petty. But this was unexpected. Despite your attempts to argue, you eventually acknowledged that you had made those rules. You had also vowed to comply with his requests. You didn’t want to look like a pussy. Putting aside your pride, you agreed.

You: “Fine..”

Zayne: “Almost. You’re supposed to stay in character, remember?”

You: “You can’t be serious!..”

Zayne: “Completely.”

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 ᶻ ≽^- ˕ -^≼ ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁

His voice drops just enough to make you second-guess.

Zayne: “I believe the word you’re looking for is… meow?”

Zayne stopped and gazed expectantly at you. You tilted your head as if you had already gotten the clue. Your breath was still warm from the liquor, and you almost whispered.

You: “meow..”

Zayne leaned in and grinned at your quiet murmur. The alcohol in his breath was intoxicating, and his mouth was close to your ear. Your ear was tickled by his warm breath.

Zayne: “Mm...What was that? I didn’t quite catch it.”

Zayne was making fun of you, he grinned. And it was successful. This made you feel even more flushed, which was the result of all the alcohol you had consumed. You raised your voice after controlling your breathing.

You: “meoww!..”

You crooked, your voice strained.

A hint of amusement flashed across Zayne’s eyes.

Zayne: “Is that a meow, or a crow?”

You had enough of Zayne messing with you at this point. You made the decision to play back with fire. You clasped Zayne's hand and inhaled deeply before moving on. Your tongue grazed his palm as you stuck it out. You bit down after lapping your tongue on his hand.

As Zayne caught his breath, he clenched his other fist and held it tightly until he collected himself. He briefly loses eye contact before forcing it back out of a need to restore control. A shadow of a smile tugs at his lips as he exhales through his nostrils.

Zayne: “If I didn’t know better, I’d think you’re trying to distract me.”

You: “You said act like cat…”

You responded and justified your behavior. Keeping your arms folded across your chest. You can't believe you let your intrusive thoughts to win, and you can feel your heart pounding fiercely inside.

Zayne scoffs, he covered his face.

Zayne: “You make it impossible to hold back…”

….

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 ᶻ ≽^- ˕ -^≼ ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁

Zayne's statement made you gasp because you knew he been holding back. It was clear from the way he looked at you and the way his body reacted to you.

Perhaps it was the way he was staring at you. Or perhaps all the alcohol you've been drinking was the culprit. But mostly you were fed up with depriving yourself of your desires. You made the decision to take a chance. Leaning closer, you sat down with your hips resting on his lap. You bent toward Zayne.

You: “I don't want you to hold back...”

Zayne’s body tensed up, his body stifted as his brain short-circuited. For a heartbeat, Zayne’s expression didn’t change. Then his breath caught, and something in his eyes shifted — composure giving way to something sharper.

Zayne: “You think that’s what you want.”

A tense muscle in his jaw. Although he is being playful, there was a hint of caution in his tone.

You: “No…”

You: “I said I’d do anything you wanted..I can tell you want this, so do I.”

This makes Zayne shudder. He couldn't meet your eyes. He looked at you and tried to play it off, his voice strained.

Zayne: “You don’t know what you’re asking for..”

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 ᶻ ≽^- ˕ -^≼ ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁

…..

Zayne: “You shouldn’t tempt me, Miss Hunter.”

He murmurs, eyes narrowing just slightly.

Zayne: “I’m not nearly as restrained as you think.”

You: “Good, I don’t want you to be..”

You took a large swallow of alcohol and shuddered a little. unintentionally pouring some down your cleavage and neck.

You: “oops…”

Your messy clothing didn't truly bother you. It seemed both wrong and right as you deliberately leaned in and kissed Zayne. Your smile remained cheeky and petulant as you withdrew.

You: “Don’t think of me as ‘Miss Hunter’…instead think of me as a mischievous kitty!”

You say teasingly trying to bring up the mood.

Zayne: “A mischievous kitten?”

Zayne says as he tries to hid how much the kiss effected him

You: ”The most mischievous! And how would you take care of that?”

Zayne: “I suppose by discipline..”

You: “Exactly.”

As your back hits the couch, you move in Zayne's lap and pull him onto you by the shirt.

You: “So how should we start?”

Zayne is so perplexed by what you're doing that he considers humoring you.

Zayne: “Are you sure, you want this?”

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 ᶻ ≽^- ˕ -^≼ ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁

You responded almost immediately with a nod.

Zayne: “What does kitty want me to do?..”

The cat ears on your head titling along with you, you cocked your head.

You: “Whatever Zayne wants.”

Zayne sighs, almost scoffing a bit at your words.

Zayne: ”Miss kitty is really pushing it..”

Zayne: “But, if that’s what you really want. Then I won’t hold back.”

Zayne kissed you, leaning in. His hands all over your body. He felt himself melting into the kiss and sinking into an unstoppable state of ecstasy, he relaxed his eyes. He withdrew, gazing down at you.

Zayne: “Does Miss kitty like it?”

Zayne cupped your cheek in a playful manner. He caressed your cheek with his calloused hands.

Your heart was racing and you were out of breath. You were really aroused; your cheeks were flushed. With desire burning in your eyes, you gazed at Zayne. You decided to play along.

You: “Yes…I don’t want it to stop, meoww.”

Zayne's breath caught, and he let out a tiny laugh. His green eyes were fixed on you with such attention. There was a trace of frustration in his voice.

Zayne: “You’re so shameless…”

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 ᶻ ≽^- ˕ -^≼ ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁

….

Zayne: “Very well then.”

Zayne lifted up his arm and tentatively rests his hand on your chest. His large, firm palm is kneading and squashing your delicate breast. You moan, the sensation of his hand simulating you. You extend your hand and grasp the nape of his head. You gestured for him to continue by guiding his head to your bosom. When Zayne notices, he leans out and lifts your shirt. Freeing your breasts to the chilly air, your nipples stiffen. Zayne leans mores to you, his mouth hovering above your breasts as he squeezes them together. He looks at you, then goes on to ask.

Zayne: “Can I?”

You eagerly nodded your head when he asked for your permission. Zayne smiled and went on. Zayne's tongue slides over your nipples, slurping and biting them. You cover your mouth an attempt to be silent. You toss your head back due to the pleasure. Zayne quickens his speed as you moan with every bite and lick. You felt the yearning pounding through your core as he sucked a little harder. As he continues to arouse your nipples, he pops one out of his mouth. He lighly pinches and tugs on your nipple, while simultaneously leaning in for a kiss. You kiss him back with equal fever, opening your mouth lightly, allowing him access to your mouth. You pull back, your breath heaving and breathless.

You: “Wait…”

Zayne stops, he waits for you to give the okay. He looks down at you, his breath heaving as he look down at you. He felt his ear reded at the erotic sight of your small brests out, nipples hard and swollen. Zayne felt his shaft hard and twitching.

Zayne: “Do you wish to continue? We can stop..”

You: “No..I’m fine, I just needed a moment.”

Zayne: “Are you certain?”

You: “Yes, don’t stop..”

You grasp Zayne's hand and lead it tremblingly to your core. Your panties soaked from underneath your skirt. Zayne presses on your clit to gently press on your sensitive nerve. You twitch and groan as your legs begin to tremble like jelly. Zayne pulled your underwear aside. Zayne slides a chilly finger inside your pussy. As your pussy adjusts to the size, you groan more loudly. Zayne pumps his fingers in and out, feeling his fingers become wetter and slicker with your essence. He spreads your legs, open little. His eyes were fixed on your face as he continued to pump his fingers.

You: “Mhmm! Zayne!..”

Your body trembled as you felt your pussy pulsing around Zayne's fingers, and you let out a moan. You were very, very close. Zayne's thumb lightly pressed down on your clit. His fingers were large and icy, and you could feel your body surging into overdrive. Pumping in and out felt amazing. You soon concluded with a loud shout. Your eyes rolled back. Zayne leaned in as he pulled out. He leaves gentle, feather-like kisses on your neck.

Zayne: “Did kitty like it?”

Even though he made fun of you, he enjoyed seeing you cry and groan as he pleased you. After a large orgasm, your body trembled and you felt weak and hypersensitive.

You: “Yes, kitty liked it..”

As you participated in the role-play, you sensed Zayne raising his hand. His fingertips touched the cat ears as he stroked your head.

Zayne: “Your punishment isn’t over yet.”

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 ᶻ ≽^- ˕ -^≼ ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁

Zayne buries his face between your legs and swifts your lower body. He raises his head to gaze at you.

Zayne: “May I?”

You said "yes" almost instantly, without even thinking. Zayne grinned slightly, amused by your eagerness. He went down once more. His mouth lingers over your pussy's naked flesh. His warm breath was close to your core. The tip of his tongue touched your clit as he flicked it out. He started licking your pussy attentively. Your tighs softly squished around Zayne as you let out a loud moan. You cried out.

You: “Kitty wants more!..”

Zayne slowed his licks, becoming more teasing and feather-like. As he continued, you let out a cry as his hands caressed your thighs. You extended your hands to touch his head and ran them through his hair. Your whines, becoming increasingly desperate and in need of release. With his tongue curling in as he devours you, Zayne continued to lick and suck. Your legs trembling, you were essentially pleading and begging.

You eventually tried to stop your moans by covering your lips with your hands. But Zayne pulled your hands gently away from your mouth. He was desperate to hear you, to hear you break apart on his tongue. He lapped his tongue around your core while maintaining eye contact. He heard every whimper, twitch, grunt, and moan. You were at your breaking point. You extended your hands and grasped Zayne's hair. You drew his face deeper against your pussy.

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 ᶻ ≽^- ˕ -^≼ ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁

Zayne: “Shameless.”

Zayne's voice was muffled, but you could still feel the vibrations. You convulsed, you flung back your head and moaned weakly. You had the most tense climax of your life, your eyes rolled back. Breathless, you reclined on the sofa. Your legs felt weak as jelly, and all the alcohol you can drank clouded your vision. Zayne's head came up from between your legs. Zayne wiped his lips after swallowing, his tongue soaked in essence. He bent down to get closer to you.

He extended his hand and tenderly caressed your head and cheeks. Your cat ears were coming loose from your head. Zayne bent over and planted a kiss on your forehead.

Zayne: “Kitty did good.”

He murmured against your temples. Zayne’s voice was the last thing you heard before falling into well deserved sleep.

Three hours had gone by when you opened your eyes again. You held your forehead and groaned. It was pounding like hell.

When you attempted to get up, Zayne dragged you back into bed. He was relaxing while lying down with his eyes closed. He put his arm around your waist and drew you back into bed.

Zayne: “Go back to sleep, you still aren’t sober.”

He murmured.

You looked down and sighed, knowing full well that. Zayne had cleaned you up and changed your clothes when you passed out. He even brought your drunk self to bed. Reluctantly, you reclined. You murmured to yourself as you leaned your head against his chest.

You: “Next time, you’ll be the loser…”

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 ᶻ ≽^- ˕ -^≼ ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁

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ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁

Castlevania

Hector x vampire!reader

She loved to peek into that room, shrouded in darkness. She would watch him in secret as he brought to life another hellish creature, which writhed at his feet with a cacophony of noise. She observed his face—focused, grim, and gray.

No human had ever been so close to her, even though they hadn't spoken much. Yet he fascinated her to the point where she could watch him for days. He was proud, intelligent, a creator... No king or monarch, willing to give up their treasures for a mere glimpse of her attention, could compare to him. He had no wealth, only talent. Oh, but what talent it was.

"You are magnificent," she finally spoke, seeing Hector set down the hammer on the stone table and straighten himself with a heavy movement. She stepped deeper into the room, and he gave her a tired glance. "I didn’t mean to interrupt, but truly, you are fascinating. What you do is fascinating."

"I saw you watching me," he replied at last, crossing his arms over his chest. He leaned against the stone counter and measured her with his eyes, from her feet to the top of her head. She wore a purple gown that shimmered faintly in the moonlight. Her hair, partly styled in intricate braids at the back of her head, partly flowing down her shoulders, framed her pale face. Her lips were accentuated by dark lipstick, which emphasized the whiteness of her sharp, dagger-like fangs—something that had caught his attention when she had laughed with a delicate, pearly sound at his words.

"I must admit, I thought I could get away with it," she shook her head as if somewhat embarrassed by the fact she had been caught in the act. "But why didn’t you say a word?"

The man lowered his gaze from her and fixed it on the stone floor. A silence settled, interrupted only by his steady breathing and the rustling of her precious gown. She studied his pale hair, simple robe, calloused hands, and couldn’t escape the thought that they were so very different from one another.

"Your gaze flatters me," he admitted in a soft, deep voice, and she felt a sudden shiver run down her spine. She smiled instantly and walked even deeper into the room, maneuvering between the patches of dried blood staining the floor.

He saw her figure glide toward him like a swan over the calm surface of a lake, but she only seemed real when he felt her presence beside him. Usually, vampires stirred feelings of unease and disgust in him, maybe a specific kind of fascination, but she was different. Just one of her glances, sent through a small crack in the door, could give him so much confidence and spread through his body a warm, unexpected wave of safety and love he had never felt before. He wasn’t even sure if it was love or if he simply didn’t want to name that feeling.

"You’re kind to me," she suddenly said, placing her cool, delicate hand on his rough, warm one. He looked into her dead eyes, noticing sadness and worry in them—feelings he hadn’t expected. She was a cheerful soul, which was rare in their times. That made her even more special and fascinating to him. "Know that I know very well what Carmilla advised you to do. I knew from the very beginning."

He didn’t know why he was surprised. Her and Carmilla were sisters. They ruled together in Styria, came to Dracula’s castle together, made decisions together, and planned every step together. He realized that she must have known about the dishonorable proposal that Carmilla had made to him and that he had been pondering so intensely.

He was surprised, however, that she had also brought up this topic with him. He couldn’t reconcile her delicate, pleasant nature with betrayal, war, and death.

"If you ask me, I will agree without hesitation," he whispered at last, confessing all the feelings he carried inside him, feelings he hadn’t dared name. He felt her slender fingers tighten on his hand and sensed her exhale heavily as she traced her thumb along his wrist.

"Don’t agree, Hector," she finally said, closing her eyes. She released his hand and sighed deeply. "Carmilla is an excellent strategist and a woman of great intellect, but her heart is as hard as stone. Beware, she will use you without mercy and treat you like a dog when the time that favors her comes. Don’t let her deceive you, and leave this castle as soon as possible. Flee the land of Wallachia."

Her words seemed not to reach him. How many times had he thought about how he could start a new life, with her by his side? Maybe it was naive thinking, but that hope was the only thing that could bring even a shadow of a smile to his face.

"And forgive me," she sobbed, swaying on her feet. Hector caught her almost limp body and held her tightly to his chest, not letting her fall. "Forgive me for agreeing to be a part of this plot. Carmilla was my whole world, I knew nothing but her. This may not be an excuse, but know that I wish neither anger nor death upon you. So I advise you to flee, and it would be better if fate never brought you across my path again."

Her despair seemed almost theatrical, but he knew it was sincere. He pulled her tighter to his body, squeezing almost all the air out of her. The woman breathed heavily again and quietly cried, pressing her hands to her chest.

"Run away with me," he suddenly proposed, pushing her away from him by the length of his arm. She staggered in his still strong grip like a doll, struggling to regain her balance. "I know you don’t desire war and conquest. I know you don’t need fame and power. So run away with me."

She heard footsteps on the stairs and immediately broke free from his embrace. They both carefully watched the entrance to the room, expecting the appearance of an unexpected guest or someone who, with ill intent, had overheard their emotional conversation. And it didn’t matter whether it was someone connected to Carmilla or Dracula, in both cases, they would be deprived of their lives.

Not in the obvious, refined, “model-face” manner.

No. Remus embodies a gentle beauty. The kind that develops gradually until it destroys you completely.

It’s the weary eyes that have witnessed too much yet still regard others with kindness.

It is the soft voice, the mild forbearance, and his decision to embrace goodness in a world that has always treated him unkindly.

It’s understandable that this man is bitter. But still?

He instructs. He consoles. His love is so profound that it nearly causes pain.

And let’s not even talk about the scars.

Because yes—they exist. And they don’t diminish his beauty. They turn him into a reality. They narrate a tale of endurance, suffering, and strength.

Moreover?

The manner in which he smiles?

Uncommon. gentle. a little bashful. He's not accustomed to being joyful, but when he is, it's the most comforting thing in the world.

While everyone is yelling about James and Sirius—which is understandable—Remus Lupin is the kind of beauty that sticks with you.

The kind that gives you a sense of security. observed. I get it.

He is more than just handsome.

He's the type of man you gradually fall in love with. and then all at once.

I appreciate you attending my TED talk, and for that reason, Remus Lupin has my whole heart.

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