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Oikawa x Reader ACOTAR AU part 2~!

Here is the long awaited part two to my Oikawa x Reader ACOTAR AU I wrote seven hundred years ago. This is pretty long and pretty info dumpy since most of you haven’t read the book (even though a lot of it doesn’t really relate to the book but ANYWAYS) but hopefully its good! Part three should be out sometime in the next four thousand years. Let me know what you guys think of this and if you want to see more.

Word count: 5641

Story type: AU

Warnings: None for now

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You awoke to your body feeling numb and useless as the black veils of darkness that once took over your vision reeled back, ushering in bright orange and yellow light that stung your eyes as they opened. The hazy fog that once consumed and numbed your mind slowly faded into full pain that made you grit your teeth and groan lowly. Your limbs ignored your brain’s pleads and messages to move, to at least twitch to show you that you could still function. Your head was the only part of you that you were free and able to move, letting it lull from side to side to gain some sort of feeling in it. When you felt as though you had more feeling and control in the movement of your neck and head, you brought your blurry gaze down to look at your arms, taking in how bruised and dirty they looked in comparison to the smooth wood of the armchair they rested on.

The longer you stared at it, the more you realized that you were sat on a wooden chair, body limp and heavy on the beautiful brown wood. As your vision cleared, your eyes took in the different swirls and shapes and markings that were etched into the wood, each one branching from another to overlap and connect to so many more and creating a beautiful mass or art and feeling across the simple chair. you could remember times in which you had done etching similar to this on your father’s tables, littering it with small spirals and stars and curves. you had been so proud of those markings, but your father was far from so. You could still feel the lashes he had given to your bad, ten ugly red bleeding marks being left in their wake and for your alone to tend to as you cried to yourself.

Not wanting to be anymore reminded of that horrid memory, you shifted your gaze upwards to the chandelier above your, watching as the crystal ornaments that dangled off it twinkling in the candle light. This chandelier was nothing you had ever seen before, leaving your speechless and captured in the awe of the fixture. The way in which the black metal looked smooth to the touch, as if it had been dipped black lacquer and dusted over with darkened ash to give it an old yet clean look. Twelve chains of black and shadow bled from the base of the chandelier, coming down to connect to each of the respective candle holders where black candles burned.

They were molded into the shape of roses that had reached full bloom, beautiful and vibrant despite being made of night itself. Two more rows of these holders branched out for the chandelier, making it grand and elegant as it hung from the dark wood ceiling. From them, crystals hung is pairs from each holder. They were a bright white that shone like the stars themselves, unnatural and blinding. you had thought the light from the candles were making them glimmer and shine, but upon closer inspection it looked as though are emanating a light of their own that shone brighter than any piece of fancy rock you had ever seen your sisters wear.

The beauty and elegance of the light fixture above name had left your frozen in awe, but that feeling was soon replaced with dread as realization dawned on you. Hot molten fear filled your stomach, as your eyes darted to each corner of the room, taking in the appearance of your surroundings.

The room was grand and spacious, the large floor covered in a slab of smooth rock and lightly decorated with dark rugs and small tables that held jugs of what you assumed was water on silver trays. Before you was a table that took up less than half the space of the room, but was the only other thing left in here. It was made of rich, dark wood, most likely cut from a large mahogany tree and aged to perfection. Carved lightly into the table were words and patterns that curved and spiraled around each other, connecting each one together. The words were written in a different language — an ancient language— that you would never dare to learn, but you could make out a few of the markings: moons, stars, and leaves.

The symbols of the Night.

With newfound surge energy enhanced by her panic, (Name’s) body tensed as it made to propel her out of the chair and as far away from here as possible, but an invisible forced kept her nailed to the chair, her back pressed firm against the support of it. Each time you tried to move, you could feel the cold force of whatever surrounded her keeping her back and immobile. Her heart hammered against her chest as you attempted to thrashed and twist her body out of her seat, using brute strength to break free of the bonds holding her back.

The muscles in her body screamed as they tried to push forward, trying their best to lift her out of the seat you was locked in. Just as you felt herself shift ever so slightly, giving her hope that her efforts were working, a force stilled her body, knocking the air from her lungs and making her eyes go wide and panicked. This wasn’t the cold touch you had felt before. This touch was hot and heavy, leaving her breathless and sweating as you struggled against it. However, as the familiar smell of brimstone and soot and charred metal reached her nose, all her struggles died.

you felt the hot touch pin her arms and back to the chair as it slowly made its way upwards to grip her face and angle her head forwards. Before her sat the same man —beast— you had seen in the forest, his glossed lips curved into a light smile, eyes locked on her, and hands resting on his crossed knees. He was at the head of the table in a grand wooden chaired dyed black and fitted with a matching cushion. In contrast to you, he looked cool and calm, as if this situation was a normal delight or him. Although you couldn’t deny the pull of his beauty, you wanted to rip that smile from his face, to scream at him, beat him for taking her to Gods’ know where. But just like the rest of her body, her mouth was bound by the same hot force.

“As fun as it is watching you struggle, I think it’s about time you stop making a fool of yourself with your weak attempts of escape, love.” His honey rich voice filled your ears and flooded through your other senses like a tidal wave, dragging you down into its deep warm waters and leaving you gasping and breathless as you tried to claw your way to the surface. Against your own will, your cheeks burned a mild scarlet color but with the heavy glare set on your features, you looked more enraged rather than flustered.

The chestnut haired male’s smile grew into an amused smirk at the sign of (Name’s) anger, his sharp black painted nails tapping delightfully on the armrest of his extravagant chair.

“My, my. That look doesn’t suit you one bit, love. Why not smile for me instead? I’m sure you’d look much more tantalizing with a smile wide across your face.” The amusement in his smooth voice didn’t match the feral look in his round autumn brown eyes.

you opened her mouth as if to say something, but invisible tendrils of that same hot force kept her mouth in place, stilling whatever words you wanted to say in her throat as the force brought her lips down together before spreading out into a wide smile.

“That’s much better. You almost look as beautiful as the Fae with a smile like that.”

His insult meant little to you. Nothing anyone could say — not even the Fae, themselves — could hurt her after you had endured being called far worse things from her father and sisters over her years.

Instead of showing fear or anger, you held his wild gaze, her eyes boring into his, challenging him, daring him to continue knowing that you wouldn’t break. To challenge a Fae, especially one that seems extremely powerful, was foolish to do but you saw no other choice. If the Fae’s goal was to torture and kill her, you would not give him the satisfaction of hearing her screams and beg for her life like a hog sent to the slaughter house.

The male before her cocked his head to the side, round intense eyes still staring into her own with that same mischievous smirk etched across his face. The appearance was innocent enough, but the feeling his posture and stare gave off was anything but. It chilled you down to her soul, clutching her, holding her tight much like this phantom bond was. He looked at you as if you were some wounded animal, right for the taking, for playing. He looked at her as if he wanted to take her apart piece by piece, examining each one to see how rn was you worked before molding her back together as his very own plaything.

As if finally having his fill of his fun, the male righted himself, sitting up straight with his back against his chair. you slowly felt the hot force pull away from her lips, finally letting her face relax. For the first time in many years, you sent a quiet wish of thanks to the Ancient Gods.

Sending thanks or praying to the Ancient Gods had been something you had given up on at the age of seven. Each time you prayed to the God of Light or the God of Dreams, or Earth, begging for better treatment and more food and water, you had received nothing but lashings and less food. Each God did nothing to help her, did nothing to ease her pain, did nothing to release her of the situation you were currently in, but yet you sent thanks, hoping that this small gesture would reach the better nature of the Gods.

But you had no such favor.

you were taken from her thoughts as the Fae before her cleared his throat, warping her attention back to him instead of staring off into nothing.

Once again the two held one another’s gaze, words lost in whatever dark void hung around them before the male took a small bell between his slender fingers and gave it a few gentle rings.

As if on cue, grand oak doors opened behind you startling her in her seat. In perfect sync, maids dressed in pure black dresses and smocks filtered in from behind her, each one wearing a black mask with dusted over in some type of sparkling coat that made them shimmering in the candle light as the bustled around around the table. Some pushed carts full of food and drink whilst others held napkins and assorted cutlery. All you could see behind their masks were their eyes, dark and captivating much like the male’s before you.

Hastily, they set the part of the table the male sat at, neatly placing different sizes plates and cutlery out before him and setting different dishes of pork, duck, blood pudding, vegetables, and porridge along his side. Fruity desserts and chocolate custards soon followed after, all set neatly along the outside of the table, giving you the perfect view of everything out of your reach. This meal could even put the King’s Royal Name Day dinner to shame.

Carefully, the maids then cut the meats and piled them neatly into his plate, followed by hearty servings of vegetables and porridge. The sight of it all made your mouth water and your stomach growl angrily. The sound didn’t seem to go unheard by the Fae, sending a sly smile your way to let you know he heard just how hungry you were.

Your voice cut through the air before the male could say anything about your famished state, leaving his mouth slightly parted and the words he so badly wanted to taunt you with frozen on his tongue.

“Why am I here? What is this place?” Your voice was raspy and hoarse, yet your question was just as sharp as the blade you usually kept in your boot. Your eyebrows knit together in a stern frown, nose scrunched and eyes determined yet fearful of the answer that you would receive.

(Name’s) question didn’t seem to reach the male at the head of the table, the Fae being too busy with his food as he cut it into bite sized pieces and blended it with his porridge before scooping a forkful into his mouth. Slowly, he chewed on his food, silent and still disregarding her words.

A growl bubbled within (Name’s) chest at his lack of response, a vein lining itself at her temple as her frustration grew.

“Did you not hear me? Release me and tell me why you have me here! Why did you do that to my cat? Where am I?” Her voice grew loud, shrill, hurting both her throat and ears. A coughing fit gripped her body once her mouth closed, body heaving, trying to get the scratches and hitches from her throat.

Once again, the male seemed to ignored her, simply swallowing down his food and cutting yet another piece of meat. His movements were slow and exact, elegant in a way that didn’t seem natural. you guessed that was what they Fae were; unnatural and impure and deranged despite the elegance and poise they oozed. you hated having to be in his presence, you hated having to be here, but who else could you blame but herself. It was her own mistake going after her sister’s stupid cat, and it was an even bigger mistake not realizing what area you had trespassed over, now leaving her in this position, seated at the mercy of a Fae.

Just when you was about to ask her questions yet again, the male raised one hand to silence her, his other hand grasping his napkin and using it to wipe away the nonexistent crumbs from his mouth. The devious smirk that had been set on his lips never seemed to go away, always there to mock you.

“That’s no way for a slave to speak to her master now, is it? And here I believed that cesspool you called a village would have taught you some manners.” His silvery voice broke the silence, his amusement of this entire situation unwavering and strong within his tone, and it only seemed to strengthen when he saw the look on your face at his words.

Her eyebrows had knit together in confusion, eyes looking frantic and wild at what the Fae man had just said. Had you heard him right? Had he really called her a slave and he her master? Her lower lip trembled, fumbling over her words and questions before anything even dared to slip past her mouth. All that you could manage was a faint ‘what’ as the color drained from her face as the Fae’s words finally sunk in to her mind.

A bemused chuckle tumbled from the Fae’s mouth, his brandy eyes shining with north behind dark heavy lashes. He set his napkin and utensils on the table, crossing one leg over the other and making himself more comfortable in his chair. His fingers came up to loosen the top three buttons of the silky green tunic he wore, letting the fabric peel away to reveal a his sculpted bare chest, his alabaster skin practically glistening under the candlelight. You wild yourself not to stare at his chest, but you couldn’t help herself as her gaze darted from his face down to his chest, and the hum that left the male’s mouth let her that her action hadn’t gone on noticed. As if to mask or move on from her slip up, you shifted in your seat, making your back straighter, standing your ground despite your odds.

“What do you mean? The Fae are forbidden from keeping humans as slaves. Wasn’t that one of the many rules that were part of the treaty signed by both humans and Fae alike? Aren’t there consequences for doing something like this?” Your voice was taut, heart clambering against your rib cage as your nerves got the best of you. It was true you knew of the Fae and the treaty they had signed with the humans all those years ago, but you had never learned what rules were still in effect, still relevant to today’s world that you lived in. Feeling antsy, you clawed at the arms of the chair you were in, trying to calm herself down, to hush your heartbeat in fear that the man before you could hear just how scared you really were.

The male Fae gave a low whistle, thumbing at the bottom of his tunic mindlessly as if this were normal talk between two friends. “Someone knows about her history, I see. But alas, I never expect much from a human since you don’t seem to know the full extent of our history. Your small, juvenile mind probably couldn’t even retain such information.” His words were sharp and aimed to hurt, and for a moment they did. Your chest tightened and a soft gust of air escaped your nose at what he had said, but you only gave this feeling a moment before quickly brushing it aside, sending a frown his way instead of showing him a hurt expression.

It wasn’t a shock to have a Fae talk so lowly to a human, it was rather common. The Fae were a proud people, bundled in high fashion and born of high class. They were bred to be above all else and raised to make the lesser feel miserable for having been born so. It had become such a second nature to them that they hardly even realized they were doing so. However, what did shock you was the way in which the male’s expression had changed in the course of a few moments at her lack of response to his jabs. You noticed the way his mischievous smile had faded into a soft frown that made him look so much younger and innocent than he really was. The sight stilled her body, filling it with a sense of regret and sorrow, but those feelings were soon flushed out as he replaced his frown with yet another impish grin.

“But alas, I’ll be the good hearted gentleman that I am and tell you of the history of the treaty in hopes that it will help you better understand the position you are in as of now, my sweet pet.” HIs words weren’t meant to be kind. He was mocking you, making you out to be thing poor thing that had no sense whatsoever. He took his fork and knife in his hands once more, cutting through meat and vegetables.

“It’s no secret that the human world and Fae world are incredibly different. From our bodies, to our thinking, to our culture and way of life. Us Fae are much stronger than you humans, especially us High Fae. Much like myself, High Fae are the ruling nobility here in the Courts. Our word is law and our law is to bring balance.The High Fae are stronger and more powerful than the average faerie and humans due to the unique abilities we possess. A HIgh Fae’s ability depends on the level of their power which allows them to execute certain spells or powers.

Humans were in awe of our abilities, praising us like Gods. They devoted themselves to us, they worshiped us as if we were the answer to all their worries and grief.” He said this with a look of content longing, as if these times in which humans had been foolish enough to trust any Fae was one of the best memories he had lived.

“However, there was a certain group of humans that despised us, repulsed by the things we Fae could do with our naturally born gifts and abilities. At first, we didn’t pay much mind to them, letting them believe what they wanted and find something else to put their trust in, but we eventually paid the price for that.

Over the years of ignoring this group of hateful humans, they banded together, increasing their numbers and learning more of about us, things we would rather keep secret. A weakness.

They began killing Fae by the hundreds, slaughtering us in our homes, in the streets, wherever they could.” His tone grew angry and hard, holding his fork tighter in his hand that you were afraid the metal would shatter under the force. His eyes did little to hide the anger he felt as he told the story, blazing like fire from the deepest parts of all Seven Hells.

“The killing of all these Fae was greater than anything we have ever seen and immediately we wanted to put a stop to it. Whilst the Winter, Autumn, Summer and Night Court wanted to do so in a more diplomatic approach, the others decided it was best to fight fire with fire. They killed thousands of humans, staining the earth with their blood in the name of the fallen Fae we had lost.”

His words left you in awe, mouth hanging agape at all this new information you had been given. You knew well enough that the humans and Fae had their differences and that lives were lost, but never did you imagine that it was the humans that had started all of this, that had created a great divide between the two worlds. However, this didn’t help clear up anything for you, leaving many of your questions still unanswered.

“This history lesson isn’t telling me why you’ve taken me here? What does all this have to do with me?” You say, feeling breathless and more confused than ever with all that you know now.

The Fae male in front of you continued speaking, going on as if you hadn’t interrupted him with your questions.

“Horrified by both the actions of the humans and the other courts, the Winter, Autumn, Summer and Night Court took matters into their own hands to stop the killings, but to do so, we had to kill the High Fae of the remaining courts and the leaders of the humans that were against us. It was a terrible loss for both sides and left the courts divided and hateful towards one another. However despite whatever feelings we had towards each other, we all agreed that we never wanted something like this ever happening again. This is where the Treaty of Kordeva came in.”

At the mention of the treaty, your ears perked up, mind on full alert. Finally you were going to receive the answer you were looking for, but somewhere deep within you felt as thought the answer you would get would not be one that would do you any good. As if sensing the dread whorling within your stomach, the male Fale smirked, his lips curly wickedly at you and his hazel eyes swirling with sick mischief.

“This Treaty was our physical agreement not to cause harm to one another. A Fae man could not take or harm a human man and a human could not harm that of Fae. Simple rule, really. With this treaty we would both live in separate worlds, Fae living with their noses high and the humans surviving on their primitive wit and resources like the livestock they are from their side of the border,” his smirk grew at the sight of your scowling expression. You wished you could rip it off his face, the sound of tearing flesh and splattering blood seeming a lot more bearable than his voice.

“But, there were repercussions if humans or Fae were to break the rule of this Treaty. For Fae, if we passed the border and had our fun with you humans, we would have our magic stripped and be felt for you to punish us how you see fit. This usually results in Fae being killed and thrown into the pits for us to rot and waste away. A horrific death, one not suitable for Fae. Imagine it, beautiful and dashing me being eaten down to the bone by a bunch of maggots, and I don’t mean you humans. Literal maggots.” Noticing that he was getting a bit sidetracked, he stopped himself before he could go on any further, rolling his shoulders as he let out a soft chuckle and running a hand through his auburn hair.

“Anyways, that was the punishment for Fae. As for humans, if you crossed the border, you will be punished as we see fit. Usually you would be taken to the High Council Court for examination and interrogation, but the High Council has been rather… busy lately. But luckily, you found me when you came stupidly bumbling through the woods, a member of the High Council who just so doesn’t happen to be busy and is in need of a new slave to play with. That was an awful lot of talking. I hope you’ve learned something from this, pet, because I won’t be repeating myself.” And with that, the male before you stood up, running a hand down the front of his wrinkle free tunic, movements calm and carefree as if what he had just told you held no real weight.

Well, to him, it didn’t. He didn’t care how this information affected you. To him, this was a sick form of entertainment, something to amuse him and satisfy his wretched desires. However, for you, this weighed down on you, pushing you into the dirt, flattening you bit by bit until it felt as though you couldn’t breathe. How could this have happened to you? How could you have made such a stupid mistake? All for a damn cat. You felt your knees buckle under you, your eyes widening and your lungs seeming to refuse oxygen. Your mind was vibrating in your head, the realization of your mistake and the consequences you had to suffer sinking into every fiber of your being.

You were to be his slave and there was nothing you could do about it. No one knew what had happened to you. No one knew where you were or how to find you. It was just you and this man… this monster.

The sound of a snap brought you back to your senses, gasping roughly as you finally took in a solid breath. Around you, the maids shuffled back into the room, clearing the plates and dishes and rushing then back through the large doors, leaving the room completely spotless as if their master hadn’t just been eating here. You wondered if you would become like them, trained so well through unknown methods that you would rush to the sound of a single snap. The fear of being stripped of everything that was you filled your body, making you close in on yourself as your body shivered. Would he make you wear a black mask too? Would it hurt when he merged it with your face? Would he take away your voice and polish you to be an obedient little thing for him to control? This was all too much for you, the weight of your fate crashing down on to you and making you sway forwards.

You would have welcomed the sensation of your skull bouncing against the cold, hard floor, but an arm had stopped you, pulling you into a sturdy, strong chest. Looking up, you expected to be met with the same hazel eyes that belonged to your new owner - your owner, the words were bitter in your mind, sour and dry - but instead, they were darker than his, almost black but just as piercing. Seeing them made your chest turn cold, body frozen as they bore down into you before looking toward the High Fae.

“What the fuck is this, Oikawa?” He asked, voice deep and intimidating. It shocked you to hear him speak in such a way to a High Fae. Was he on the same level as the other? Higher, perhaps?

“Well, if it isn’t you, Iwaizumi. Just in the nick of time too. What you have in your arms now is my new pet. Isn’t she just cute?” The mock playfulness in his voice was enough to sever you from your thoughts, anger bubbling in you once more, but it was snuffed out as soon as it had formed as the man holding you stared down at you once again, dark eyes giving you a once over before returning to the other male. No words left his mouth, but even you could tell he was clearly unamused by the other male’s words.

“No need to give me that face, Iwa. She is here on her own matters, so no need to get all grumpy,’’ Oikawa said as he sauntered over towards you both. He leaned down to be at eye level with you, smirk ready on his face. Slowly he raised his hand to grip your chin, his thumb gliding along your lower lip and laughing softly when you jerked free of his grip. “Since you have her, Iwa, why don’t you take her to the baths. Instruct the maids to clean her well and fit her into something comfortable to sleep in. She’ll need her energy.”

For a moment the man holding you - Iawaizumi - didn’t move, simply looking at the other male before huffing and turning on his heels, heading towards the door with you still in his arms. You tried to struggle against his hold, to somehow break free from him, but failed with each attempt. Whether it was due to his sheer strength or the black armor he wore, either assured that you would not be getting loose.

Silently, he carried you to the bath chambers where seven maids dressed exactly like the ones you had seen in the dinning were stood. If you didn’t know that they were actually people, you would have mistaken them for decoration. They didn’t move at all, stuck to the walls as if they had been nailed there. No heads turned to see who had come into the room, no hands raised to wave. They just stayed motionless and silent until Iwaizumi gave them the order to wash you.

All at once they came rushing to you, stripping you out of your clothes and pulling your hair from your ties. They paid no mind to if they hurt you or not, bodies simply doing what they could to get their task done. As you were pushed and shoved in every direction as they lead you to the bath, your eyes frantically looked for Iwaizumi, only to see the tails of his armor leave the bath chamber, the doors closing behind him and leaving you with seven sets of hands pushing you into a hot bath and scrubbing your body raw despite your pleas for them to stop.

By the time they were done with you, your body was rid of all the dirt and grime that had collected on you and you were placed in a room that locked from the outside. If you were being honest, it was the best bath you had ever gotten despite the pain of it all. It left you feeling like a new person for a moment, the night gray night dress they had put you in making you feel slightly exposed, but for a fleeing time you enjoyed the feeling, but it was soon replaced with dread and fear as you realized that this new person would be a High Fae’s slave, meant to follow orders and to be seen as nothing more than a statue that came to life upon a simple order.

This would be your new home now. These four dark walls would keep you trapped until your master had use for you. Feeling fatigue wash over you, you carried yourself to the bed that lay in the middle of the room. It was fitted with white blankets and a soft duvet and black pillows. It was the fanciest bed you had ever seen and you would have given anything in your past life to sleep in such a bed, but this bed belonged to your master. Your master that you did not want, that you never asked for. Despite your fatigue, you felt rage well up within you, clenching your fists and glaring at the bed before you.

You would be damned if you slept in this bed. You didn’t care what the treaty said, you would not be his to control. You would not silently take every order he would give you. You would not let him strip you of everything you are for his own gain. You would fight your way out of this, tooth and nail. It didn’t matter what you had to do or what you had to lose. If you died trying to escape, then that would be a fate better than what you would get living with him. Slowly, you lower yourself to the floor away from the bed, curling yourself into a small ball and resting your head on your hands as you closed your eyes, sleep taking over your mind and body.

You would find a way to get out of this, to be free of this and live your old life again. Even if you had to risk your own life… you would find a way.

#oikawa tooru #oikawa tooru x reader #oikawa x reader #acotar AU #haikyuu #long ass story #fuck me man I hope I can continue

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