Juicy ~ Timothée Chalamet (Timothée OC's)

RITE OF PASSAGE (R.A.B)

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TW: BLOOD MENTION/BLOOD DRINKING, BIATCH MOTHER. THIS IS A REQUEST PLEASE BE NICE.
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I was raised to be a blood-lusted monstrosity, a demon who survives off taking life, innocent or not— To be evil.

The day finally came that I was sat down to go over the ceremony and what I needed to do in order to become one of them.

"First you will make your entrance, your garments will be fitted later today seeing as we only have a week..." I tune my mother out.

I was raised to accept the standards set by generations before me, centuries ago. The standards of sexist men and upmost bigotry.

Did I want this?

"Then you recite the prayer, drink from the Black brothers, and fate shall choose your match." I look up to meet my mother's proud face, I felt sick.

'Fate shall choose your match'

But what really is fate? It is not my fate to live as I'm bred and follow a man's every wish and command. Be a pet. I was not fated to give away every ounce of my freedom. Yet if I didn't, death was very possible whether I went through with the ritual or not.

Then again death might be better.

"Yes Maman." I answer robotically. She shoves a tome into my hands open to the Re-Birth Prayer.

"There is no room for mistake, do you understand me?" My mother's stare burning holes through where my eyes sit in my skull.

I give a nod maintaining eye contact.

She pulls the switch from her dress pocket striking me across my knuckles, "You will always use your words with me, am I understood?" She bends down to my level.

"Yes Mother." I grit out through clenched teeth, the burn of the newly formed welts making the anger rise in me even more.

"You're dismissed, you better have memorized the Prayer or so help me Gods." She turns walking towards the other half of the house as I make my way to my room.

Hot tears of frustration, blinding anger, sadness, and fear sting the rims of my eyes.

I do not want this.

I close the door and set the tome on my bed face up staring at the page as I let the tears pour from me.

I do not wish to die, I only wish to have a choice. But being born into a pureblood family, you solemnly get one.

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Three days passed before I was called down to meet 'special visitors' here to see me. Ordered to wear my most flattering dress, be on my best behavior.

Nero, our house elf popped in at a bright and early 6 AM to get me ready for the day. My dress bearing the peaks of my breasts, hair down in its natural state, Nero fixed the deep bags under my eyes with a simple spell.

I slip my shoes on and make my way down the wide spiral stairs with my back straight, chin up, Nero walking ahead of me.

Two boys- Men, await me near the bottom.

"Miss Y/L/N, Sirius and Regulus Black." Nero introduces.

I reach the marble floor stalking slowly towards them, a snobbish look taking over my face as I drink them in.

I give a slight curtesy and in return they bow unanimously. If the circumstances were different I might say they were attractive, beautiful even.

Regulus meets my gaze, making me drop character for a moment. His eyes piercing like icicles, his lips a perfect fullness and pink, though his brother is just as carved— Regulus is like an angel to common muggles.