Chapter Text
TW! Graphic depictions of Rape. Skip the Italics portion if you want to read the rest of the chapter.
Y/n left my bed in the middle of the night last night.
She woke up after another nightmare which wasn’t out of the ordinary but her leaving was.
She never left.
Always curled up into a ball while I pretended not to notice she was bleeding out in pain beside me.
Last night was different though, I didn’t know how she was if she wasn’t next to me.
I knew it was just supposed to be sex but fuck- it felt like more somehow.
Somewhere between that first night and now she wasn’t just the succubus I craved at night, she became something else.
But now I had to check up on her, I knew that.
She was in pain and I was the asshole that fucked her and pretended not to notice.
I pushed open her door.
She sat on the bed alone, with a bowl of water.
“Hydrokinesis homework?” I asked, chuckling as she spilt some of the water on herself.
“Fucking dick.” She muttered, pulling every droplet out of the fabric and letting it slowly dribble back into the bowl.
It never ceases to amaze me what she could do and how powerful she truly was. There's a certain beauty with hydrokinesis, the way the elf can manipulate the water from serene waterfalls to roaring tidal waves. Y/n's expression looked far more akin to the latter of the two.
Brown eyes glaring at me before she attempted to go back to what she was doing before.
Yeah like fuck she was gonna pretend I wasn’t there.
I crossed the room, leaning down so my face was right next to hers.
As much as she tried to ignore me I could see the faint blush tinge her cheeks.
“I was hoping I could count on you meeting me in my bedroom tonight.” I whispered, my voice low in her ear.
Y/n shivered but pushed me away.
“I changed my mind, Fitz.”
I took a step back, so utterly confused by the rapid shift in her opinion towards me now compared to these last few weeks.
First the leaving and now this?
What the actual fuck was happening?
“Since when?” I spat out, angrier than I intended.
“Since I don’t like lying to Sophie all the time.” She sighed, blowing some stray curls out of her face. I knew this succubus well enough by now that I could tell when she was trying to weasel her way out of the truth.
“I never asked you to lie to her. If I’m remembering correctly that was your idea. So what changed Y/n?” My eyes were narrowed, daring her to try and bullshit me again.
“I don’t wanna be a whore.” Her voice came out as a broken whisper, brown eyes shining with unshed tears as she slumped down.
“Hey,” I spoke softly, sitting down on the bed next to her, pulling her close to me.
“You’re not a whore Y/n why would you even think that?” I brushed some blonde curls away from her eyes so she could look at me.
“That’s what everyone in Vegas thought about me, what they even said, what he said when-” She trailed off, not quite finishing her sentence.
“Who’s- oh.” My eyes darkened as I imagined my fists beating this mother fucker to death so so slowly.
“Can you show me?” I asked, aware that this might be a line she wasn’t ready to cross.
But the thought of what exactly he had done, what had traumatized her to the point that she would wake up in the night shaking and sobbing.
Whispering pleas about how she hoped I wouldn’t wake up.
It fucking killed me.
To lay there and listen to her screaming and sobbing knowing me comforting her was the absolute last thing she wanted.
All I wanted to do was hold her body close to mine, kiss the crown of her head and rub the soft skin of her back until she calmed down but I fucking couldn’t .
“Please?” My voice was about to crack but Y/n nodded, gripping my hand as she opened her mind up to mine.
It was not as difficult to get through her mental defenses as it had been with Sophie, but it still took a minute for me to get there.
It’s not too hard to find. She transmitted, her mental voice as shaky as her body.
I pushed that out of my mind as I focused on looking for the one memory that I needed to find.
Surrounded by what looked like fire there it was.
I gulped, gripping her hands tighter as I watched it play out.
“Mister, would you like a cookie?” A young Y/n held out a box of cookies, she couldn’t have been older than 10. Her frilly dress blew in the breeze as she held up the box to a grotesque looking man.
His skin patchy and leathery with age, milk eyes trailing down her body in a way no man should ever look at a child.
“I think I’d like something sweeter.” He smirked, and poor little Y/n chewed on her bottom lip in confusion.
Attempting to offer the man different kinds of cookies before he grew tired of entertaining her naivete and reached out to grab her.
She quickly dropped the cookies and took off running, realizing what kind of man she had run into.
Y/n tried to catch her breath in an alleyway, blonde curls whipping around as she shook her head violently.
The man rounded the corner, he wore an ugly sneer on his old face.
His large hand reached out and grabbed Y/n by the throat, shoving her roughly against a brick wall.
“You say a word I squeeze harder. Got it slut?” He growled.
The unmistakable clink of his belt was heard as he threw it to the ground.
Y/n’s brown eyes widened in terror, tears rolling down her chubby cheeks as she started to claw at his hand with her nails.
He gripped her chin roughly, spitting in her face.
“Slut you’re gonna fucking take it and you’re gonna like it.” Y/n glared back at him, that burning fire in her eyes lighting up.
“Fuck you.” She spat, head lurching forward as she tried to bite his hand.
He chuckled darkly, dirty hand reaching under her dress.
“I plan on it, you u dirty whore.” He wriggled his finger inside her, squeezing her tighter as she cried out in pain.
A loud rip was heard as he went closer to her, digging his fingers into her thigh.
“P-please don’t.” She pleaded, tears and snot running down her face.
In one brutal thrust he entered her.
She cried out, clawing and kicking to try and get away but she was too young, too small, too weak.
Her body shook from the force of it.
“Fucking slut. Best virgin pussy- remember this is all you’re fucking good for. All people want from you is-” Y/n spat in his face.
Literally spat.
He slammed her against the wall. Gripping her body so tightly he must’ve left bruises.
Her face turned red as he choked her harder.
“Stupid slut. Teasing everyone all day then acting like you didn’t fucking deserve this. This is what you owe me bitch.” He kept up his assault, never slowing down, never giving her a second to catch her breath or gain her bearings or fucking breathe.
Y/n sobbed harder as he continued violating her.
He pawed at her flat chest, eyes rolling back in his head as he took pleasure in what he was doing to this little girl.
“So fucking tight- I claimed you. Dirty slut. You’d fuck anything that complimented you twice huh? I fucking claimed you before you could fuck anyone else you whore. Remember that.”
Y/n shook her head violently, refusing to believe what he was saying, refusing to accept it.
He chuckled darkly, speeding up the pace despite her fighting cries and clumsy kicks.
“Fucking take it.” He growled, biting down on her skin hard enough to break it.
Her body was burning alive, she felt like she was being ripped apart and stabbed from the inside.
She felt like he was tearing her most private part in half to make space for himself.
He finished with a rough groan.
Dropping her body to the dirty asphalt without a care.
“Remember that you fucking asked for this. You deserved this.”
Y/n’s whole body shook, her skin was pale and clammy and her hand covered her mouth as the tears poured down her face.
I felt like I was gonna be sick.
I thought I knew how bad it had been. Thought I had some kind of idea at least of what she had gone through.
But fuck I had no idea.
I thought back to the way I had treated her, from the moment she first arrived to our whole agreement fuck-
I treated Y/n like the whore he made her believe she was.
I’d made her feel like everyone else had.
I made her believe she was worth what this monster had said.
I needed to make this motherfucker bleed .
Had to watch the life drain out of his perverted eyes then go home and hold this girl.
My girl.
I corrected myself, wrapping an arm around her shaking body and pulling her close because yeah-
She was my girl now.
I didn’t know how or why or when but this girl was mine.
And I would do anything to protect what was mine.
Which meant finding this motherfucker and making sure he could never hurt my girl again.