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Luca X Reader 🍋

I have a ton of requests I have to write - and I swear I'll finish them one day but for now take this because I feel bad for not posting in forever.

POV:
You're a hunter at the manor and a strong one, but not when it comes to the prisoner. His cipher rush is what ends in you losing most of your matches.
Your POV:
I sat in the lounge room of the manor peacefully, almost drifting off as I rested my head in my hand. The room was silent besides the sound of Wu Chang turning the weathered pages of his book. He was reading some kind of story about a woman able to dominate anyone with her power, he seemed quite immersed in it. I shifted my focus to the clock, my half lidded eyes barely able to see the time which I longed to know.
The peace was interrupted by clatters and bangs upstairs - which was unusual at such an hour as it was. I arose from my seat, briefly catching the attention of my fellow hunter in the room. "I'll see what it was" I said, looking at him from the corner of my eyes as I turned towards the door, already half open. He didn't say a word as I left, leaving behind me the scent of sandalwood, in which my presence lingered for a second longer. That was my ability, in places I had been - I could stay for a while longer as a split image. Though, that doesn't matter now. I walked up the stairs quietly, a trail of footsteps following behind me as if my shadow was a separate being. I knew where the noise had came from - the engineering room where the decoders spent their time. It was often quiet in there which was what sparked my curiosity. I placed my hand on the doorknob, which was dirty with oil and some sort of grime, perhaps from the mechanic? I opened the door, peeking my head inside before fully entering, my presence almost illuminating the pitch black room. The shadow of a figure was all I could make out in the corner of the room. "Hello?" I asked, running my hand across the wall of the room in search for a light switch. I heard a shuffle and the clatter of metals as I approached the source of sound. I squinted my eyes, the room only lit up by the slit of light leg in by the door held ajar. I flicked the switch of the lights only for the bulb to spark and flicker - the power had gone out? A figure stood up and I saw it was Luca, the Prisoner. "Luca? What happened?" I asked, folding my arms not bothering to ask of his status beforehand. I didn't care about his possible injuries; just what had happened earlier. "Power went out" he said, his face contorting into his usual smile as he looked at me, his face was black and his hair was fried - he had been shocked. I rolled my eyes. "There was a loud bang" I stated, looking at him solemnly. He stood up straight, cracking his back as he did so, as if he was waking up. "I'm okay thanks for asking" he whined sarcastically, pouting at me in the dimly lit area. "I don't care to ask" I said, frowning and turning away, motioning at him to back down like a mother telling her child off. He grabbed my wrist and pulled me close to him. "Come on, have some empathy" he cooed at me before throwing me on the floor beneath him as I was left in a dazed state to his snappy comeback. It was nothing I wasn't used to - but no survivor dared to do it besides him. I lay beneath him in a frozen shock, unable to believe what he was doing. "I should teach you to start caring" He said, his hand resting on the middle of my chest, before trailing it down to my stomach roughly. "How about it?" He said, his eyes almost glowing in the darkness with glee and strange enjoyment. I had no words. "You're a strange one" I said, a faint smile on my face as I looked at him above me. "They say your brain is fried - I can tell" I said, propping myself up on my elbows, looking at him dead in the eyes as I spoke words he hated to hear. I gripped his chain attached to his neck, using it to pull him off me and onto a nearby desk. He was sat on the desk as I leaned over him with one knee propped up on the table beside his own. I tilted my head to the side awaiting his response, my eyes narrowing at his ugly appearance. "You're so mean" he whimpered, a small smile creeping onto his face - his small fang stuck out slightly. "You're deranged" I stated, "expecting this from a hunter." My words pierced through him like a dagger but he liked it, placing his hand over mine which held a firm grip on his chain. "Well then? What will you do?" He asked, as if he was trying to edge me closer to what he really wanted. I shook my head no, closing my eyes and opening them to glare at him once more, not fully knowing what I would do myself. Though, I had an idea to shut him up. I yanked his face close to mine; placing it on an angle so I had access to his neck, where I moved his bandages aside for access. I leaned in close and bit his neck, not hard but not gentle either. I lightly kissed the area but not an action that bore any love. My actions were born of hate yet seemed to drive him insane with ecstasy. Blood was drawn throughout the time I spent alone with him, his screams of pain laced with a strange pleasure and desire filling the room. I let out my frustrations on him and he still wanted more, he truly was insane. He took any treatment I forced upon him, unable to say no but not because he wanted to - because he truly enjoyed it.
It was the story about a woman able to dominate anyone with her power.

Byr I wrote this while listening to marilyn manson I'm sorry. So basically the plot is that she turns Luca into a sissy masochist and Wu Chang's book was foreshadowing
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