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Title: Fireball
Author: elenaface. dirtyxemoxkid
Rating: R
Prompt: (#08) Cold
Completed: [25/50]
Summary: [for lions_serpents] He was still unaware that she and Theodore had already had sex and that could have affected his destination, but Ginny refused to tell him this information unless it showed up that she needed to.
Pairing: slight Theodore/Ginny, Blaise/Ginny.
Warnings: abuse, non-con, blood. the usual.
Notes: dedicated to royalty25 and inspired from her fanfic. Part one is here. Part two is here. Part three is here. ALSO! this part is dedicated to sublime_arsenic.
Disclaimer: Don't own anything, it's all J.K. Rowling's.
The flickering of the lights - a small clicking noise emitting from each flash - woke Ginny from her tortured sleep. She had been subdued with images of blood and knives - of Blaise's scar and of her imprisonment and force to become a maternal being. Her eyes shot open, glancing around. Sweat curled the strands of hair at the base of her forehead as she leaned up, remembering she was chained to the wall. She had done it to herself, but there was still lingering frustration from the cause of it. Her breathing was still heavy as she tried to push the visions from her dreams out of her mind. Her blue eyes darted up, looking directly ahead. Blaise had been standing there. That's why the light had been on. He was propped against the wall, his arms crossed and had probably been watching her sleep. He procured a key from his pocket, walking over and opening the door to the cell. She avoided his eyes as he knelt down in front of her.
"You have very fitful sleeping patterns." He said quietly, looking up at him. Her eyes met his with a stone gaze and she refused to say anything. "Anything particular that you were thinking about? It looked quite painful." She felt rage bubbling in her chest as he continued to ask her questions calmly, until she nearly exploded. A violent tug from her chains was made as he smirked. That was exactly what he wanted her to do and she had gone and done it. With a sigh as he unlocked each of her shackles, he stood and shrugged. "You have the use of your hands now. What is it that you wanted?"
She stood also, pissed off. He was being calm with her inside of her own anger. He had taken her to his manor and chained her up. He had told her that she was either going to comply with him knocking her up or die. These choices were the only ones she had and they were very similar with being between a rock and a hard place. And even so after getting her pregnant, was he not only going to use the child for a complicated ritual, but force her to obey his loyalties. "Bastard..." She hissed at him, before punching him squarely in the jaw, her fist cutting through the air. Her hair whirled around her as she stumbled and he fell back against the wall, holding his face. Her fists were clenched at her sides and she was breathing heavily, anger coursing through her veins.
He straightened himself, holding his jaw. Blood trailed from the corner of his lip as he glared at her. He made amends to grab her, but she shot her hand out and caught him by the jaw, twisting it again. He slammed his body into hers, his hand occupied by holding his now injured jaw. His weight against hers slammed her back into the wall behind her, her legs falling against the bench in which she had been previously sitting on. The loosened shackles were pressed into her back as she closed her eyes tightly. Blaise took out his wand and fixed his jaw, grabbing both of Ginny's wrists and pulling her up. She made a small noise as she fell against him, glaring up at him.
"Keep your hands to yourself, bitch." He told her, eyes sparkling with anger. She wrestled in his grip, trying to free herself. He jerked her hands to get her still and she pushed against him, putting distance between them. "I hate you." She said quietly, her hair falling into her eyes as she struggled against him. Before she realised he had let go of her and could do anything about it, he pressed his lips against hers roughly. The metallic taste of blood filled her mouth as his hands pulled her closer to him tightly. She could not fight him back and somewhere inside of her, she didn't want to. Her hands were behind his neck, pulling him down. Overwhelming feelings of lust filled Ginny's mind and it probably was starting to kick in from the Imperius he had placed on her long ago. Adrenaline filled her as her hands began pulling his shirt off and running her fingers over his chest as soon as it was exposed.
He lifted her into his arms and carried her up the stairs. Her energy ceased and she felt a mutiny inside of her. She tried to fight it as he set her down on the bed in his room. The lights were on and he leaned over her, pressing kisses onto her neck and wrapping his arms around her. She was still, unsure of what she wanted. A moment ago, she would have gladly taken the reigns in this situation, but now she could no longer feel what she had been feeling. Her hands were at her sides, gripping the silky bed sheets. She pushed him off of her and shook her head quietly, before getting up and moving to the door. She had not expected much, just yelling. So, she was most definitely caught offguard when he grabbed her wrist and pulled her back over to the bed. Ginny glared, pushing against him but he was being too forceful for her to get rid of. His kisses were more rough as he bit her bottom lip. She let out a small cry as he took that opportunity to slide his tongue in her mouth. He easily rid her of the shirt he had given to her and pushed her back, positioning himself above her. He removed his trousers as she squirmed beneath him. His lips met hers again roughly and the lust inside of her triggered again. Her hands slid around his neck, pulling him down on top of her and surprising him to some extent. Of course, this did not mean that Blaise did not expect anything from her, but it did come as a nice surprise.
She moaned into his neck as he entered her, filling her with a pleasurable and painful sensation originating from the same place. Her hands clenched his shoulders and her back arched slightly. He was being quite rough with her, pushing in and out of her quickly and without waiting to see if she was lubricated enough. He didn't care - as long as he got what he wanted from it. He kissed her again, trying to remind himself that this was only need for the heir and nothing else. He was still unaware that she and Theodore had already had sex and that could have affected his destination, but Ginny refused to tell him this information unless it showed up that she needed to. No matter how hard and rough he was with her, she kept urging him to be more rough and more hard until she violent spasmed her release. His did not show up for a while in which afterwards he rolled out of her and to the side. Instantaneously following this, Ginny began feeling more and more disgusted with herself, but she could only feel numb and slightly pleasured. There was a weakness in Blaise's eyes - she could see it - as he lay there. She crawled underneath the covers and hid within them. He followed suit, then placing his hands behind his head and looking up at the ceiling.
She was nearly half asleep before he started talking and could catch certain parts of his speech-like talk. "When I was little, it was just my mother and I. Living by ourselves. She would get married and then she would kill the guy. When I was little, I didn't know she was insane. I didn't find out until I was thirteen and she got sick. She had me to fetch her medicine and I was not allowed to take it to her because of the use of it. The doctor explained it to me, but I continued to act like I didn't know. It made my mother happy to see that I would never leave her. Her husbands had all tried to, all of them except my father. He wanted to stay with her but ended up dying of natural causes. It was just my mother and I when I was little."
Ginny began to pay attention through her sleep struck stupor, rolling over to lean into his side and listen at him as he spoke. Then, she realised it. When he had placed that Imperius on her to make her lust after him, not only did he had to initiate it, but afterwards, he would be like this. Open like a book and truthful. "When I was sixteen, I decided to become a Death Eater. As a Death Eater, I could not return home to my mother as I wanted. And when I did, she was in this very room, on this very bed, on the same side that you're lying on right now. It had been a year and I could tell it had been one for her. She looked like she hadn't slept since she had last saw me. I was heartbroken and so was she. She got up and began to tell me that she had been waiting every day and she didn't sleep at all incase she missed me and I found it almost impossible, but then she got out her favourite knife. The one that Theodore showed to you. And she didn't believe I was there, so she tried to kill me." For some reason, Ginny found herself sympathized with him. The fact that he had let down the one person he cared about in the stead of his duty to Voldemort. She wanted to comfort him, but she couldn't find the correct emotional mix inside of her to make it come out the right way, so she just let him keep talking, hoping he would tell the rest.
"I couldn't let her, though. She did get me. Right across my back. No one else has gotten to see that scar. Only you. Theodore knows about it. But only you have seen it, I haven't even looked at it. I was shocked, though. I never thought she would try to kill me. I took the knife from her. And I killed her. I had no other choice. She was going to kill me. She would have never believed it was me. And now, she's somewhere thinking that her only son is still to return home in a sixteen year old body. I guess that's mostly my fault for forgetting about her." He was still lying on his back, looking up at the ceiling. Ginny looked at him, trying to analyse where this was all coming from, but she couldn't tell.
The dark haired boy sighed gently. "And because of her death then I realised that being a Death Eater was the only thing left I had to throw myself into. I became the best I could at it to try and forget that it was that position that had cost my mother's life. I pretend to love it a lot because inside I know I'm repulsed by it and that it drove my mother to try and kill me. And thanks to her, I've never trusted any other women again. They're all backstabbers and liars. I use them before they can use me." Ginny put a hand on his shoulder gently, her redhead glinting in the light shining through a window as she turned to face him. "At least with me, it's a guarentee that I'll do nothing but backstab you and lie." And with that, she wrapped the blankets around herself so she wouldn't be so cold.
Title: Fireball
Author: elenaface. dirtyxemoxkid
Rating: R
Prompt: (#08) Cold
Completed: [25/50]
Summary: [for lions_serpents] He was still unaware that she and Theodore had already had sex and that could have affected his destination, but Ginny refused to tell him this information unless it showed up that she needed to.
Pairing: slight Theodore/Ginny, Blaise/Ginny.
Warnings: abuse, non-con, blood. the usual.
Notes: dedicated to royalty25 and inspired from her fanfic. Part one is here. Part two is here. Part three is here. ALSO! this part is dedicated to sublime_arsenic.
Disclaimer: Don't own anything, it's all J.K. Rowling's.
The flickering of the lights - a small clicking noise emitting from each flash - woke Ginny from her tortured sleep. She had been subdued with images of blood and knives - of Blaise's scar and of her imprisonment and force to become a maternal being. Her eyes shot open, glancing around. Sweat curled the strands of hair at the base of her forehead as she leaned up, remembering she was chained to the wall. She had done it to herself, but there was still lingering frustration from the cause of it. Her breathing was still heavy as she tried to push the visions from her dreams out of her mind. Her blue eyes darted up, looking directly ahead. Blaise had been standing there. That's why the light had been on. He was propped against the wall, his arms crossed and had probably been watching her sleep. He procured a key from his pocket, walking over and opening the door to the cell. She avoided his eyes as he knelt down in front of her.
"You have very fitful sleeping patterns." He said quietly, looking up at him. Her eyes met his with a stone gaze and she refused to say anything. "Anything particular that you were thinking about? It looked quite painful." She felt rage bubbling in her chest as he continued to ask her questions calmly, until she nearly exploded. A violent tug from her chains was made as he smirked. That was exactly what he wanted her to do and she had gone and done it. With a sigh as he unlocked each of her shackles, he stood and shrugged. "You have the use of your hands now. What is it that you wanted?"
She stood also, pissed off. He was being calm with her inside of her own anger. He had taken her to his manor and chained her up. He had told her that she was either going to comply with him knocking her up or die. These choices were the only ones she had and they were very similar with being between a rock and a hard place. And even so after getting her pregnant, was he not only going to use the child for a complicated ritual, but force her to obey his loyalties. "Bastard..." She hissed at him, before punching him squarely in the jaw, her fist cutting through the air. Her hair whirled around her as she stumbled and he fell back against the wall, holding his face. Her fists were clenched at her sides and she was breathing heavily, anger coursing through her veins.
He straightened himself, holding his jaw. Blood trailed from the corner of his lip as he glared at her. He made amends to grab her, but she shot her hand out and caught him by the jaw, twisting it again. He slammed his body into hers, his hand occupied by holding his now injured jaw. His weight against hers slammed her back into the wall behind her, her legs falling against the bench in which she had been previously sitting on. The loosened shackles were pressed into her back as she closed her eyes tightly. Blaise took out his wand and fixed his jaw, grabbing both of Ginny's wrists and pulling her up. She made a small noise as she fell against him, glaring up at him.
"Keep your hands to yourself, bitch." He told her, eyes sparkling with anger. She wrestled in his grip, trying to free herself. He jerked her hands to get her still and she pushed against him, putting distance between them. "I hate you." She said quietly, her hair falling into her eyes as she struggled against him. Before she realised he had let go of her and could do anything about it, he pressed his lips against hers roughly. The metallic taste of blood filled her mouth as his hands pulled her closer to him tightly. She could not fight him back and somewhere inside of her, she didn't want to. Her hands were behind his neck, pulling him down. Overwhelming feelings of lust filled Ginny's mind and it probably was starting to kick in from the Imperius he had placed on her long ago. Adrenaline filled her as her hands began pulling his shirt off and running her fingers over his chest as soon as it was exposed.
He lifted her into his arms and carried her up the stairs. Her energy ceased and she felt a mutiny inside of her. She tried to fight it as he set her down on the bed in his room. The lights were on and he leaned over her, pressing kisses onto her neck and wrapping his arms around her. She was still, unsure of what she wanted. A moment ago, she would have gladly taken the reigns in this situation, but now she could no longer feel what she had been feeling. Her hands were at her sides, gripping the silky bed sheets. She pushed him off of her and shook her head quietly, before getting up and moving to the door. She had not expected much, just yelling. So, she was most definitely caught offguard when he grabbed her wrist and pulled her back over to the bed. Ginny glared, pushing against him but he was being too forceful for her to get rid of. His kisses were more rough as he bit her bottom lip. She let out a small cry as he took that opportunity to slide his tongue in her mouth. He easily rid her of the shirt he had given to her and pushed her back, positioning himself above her. He removed his trousers as she squirmed beneath him. His lips met hers again roughly and the lust inside of her triggered again. Her hands slid around his neck, pulling him down on top of her and surprising him to some extent. Of course, this did not mean that Blaise did not expect anything from her, but it did come as a nice surprise.
She moaned into his neck as he entered her, filling her with a pleasurable and painful sensation originating from the same place. Her hands clenched his shoulders and her back arched slightly. He was being quite rough with her, pushing in and out of her quickly and without waiting to see if she was lubricated enough. He didn't care - as long as he got what he wanted from it. He kissed her again, trying to remind himself that this was only need for the heir and nothing else. He was still unaware that she and Theodore had already had sex and that could have affected his destination, but Ginny refused to tell him this information unless it showed up that she needed to. No matter how hard and rough he was with her, she kept urging him to be more rough and more hard until she violent spasmed her release. His did not show up for a while in which afterwards he rolled out of her and to the side. Instantaneously following this, Ginny began feeling more and more disgusted with herself, but she could only feel numb and slightly pleasured. There was a weakness in Blaise's eyes - she could see it - as he lay there. She crawled underneath the covers and hid within them. He followed suit, then placing his hands behind his head and looking up at the ceiling.
She was nearly half asleep before he started talking and could catch certain parts of his speech-like talk. "When I was little, it was just my mother and I. Living by ourselves. She would get married and then she would kill the guy. When I was little, I didn't know she was insane. I didn't find out until I was thirteen and she got sick. She had me to fetch her medicine and I was not allowed to take it to her because of the use of it. The doctor explained it to me, but I continued to act like I didn't know. It made my mother happy to see that I would never leave her. Her husbands had all tried to, all of them except my father. He wanted to stay with her but ended up dying of natural causes. It was just my mother and I when I was little."
Ginny began to pay attention through her sleep struck stupor, rolling over to lean into his side and listen at him as he spoke. Then, she realised it. When he had placed that Imperius on her to make her lust after him, not only did he had to initiate it, but afterwards, he would be like this. Open like a book and truthful. "When I was sixteen, I decided to become a Death Eater. As a Death Eater, I could not return home to my mother as I wanted. And when I did, she was in this very room, on this very bed, on the same side that you're lying on right now. It had been a year and I could tell it had been one for her. She looked like she hadn't slept since she had last saw me. I was heartbroken and so was she. She got up and began to tell me that she had been waiting every day and she didn't sleep at all incase she missed me and I found it almost impossible, but then she got out her favourite knife. The one that Theodore showed to you. And she didn't believe I was there, so she tried to kill me." For some reason, Ginny found herself sympathized with him. The fact that he had let down the one person he cared about in the stead of his duty to Voldemort. She wanted to comfort him, but she couldn't find the correct emotional mix inside of her to make it come out the right way, so she just let him keep talking, hoping he would tell the rest.
"I couldn't let her, though. She did get me. Right across my back. No one else has gotten to see that scar. Only you. Theodore knows about it. But only you have seen it, I haven't even looked at it. I was shocked, though. I never thought she would try to kill me. I took the knife from her. And I killed her. I had no other choice. She was going to kill me. She would have never believed it was me. And now, she's somewhere thinking that her only son is still to return home in a sixteen year old body. I guess that's mostly my fault for forgetting about her." He was still lying on his back, looking up at the ceiling. Ginny looked at him, trying to analyse where this was all coming from, but she couldn't tell.
The dark haired boy sighed gently. "And because of her death then I realised that being a Death Eater was the only thing left I had to throw myself into. I became the best I could at it to try and forget that it was that position that had cost my mother's life. I pretend to love it a lot because inside I know I'm repulsed by it and that it drove my mother to try and kill me. And thanks to her, I've never trusted any other women again. They're all backstabbers and liars. I use them before they can use me." Ginny put a hand on his shoulder gently, her redhead glinting in the light shining through a window as she turned to face him. "At least with me, it's a guarentee that I'll do nothing but backstab you and lie." And with that, she wrapped the blankets around herself so she wouldn't be so cold.