Tartaglia
Of course it was stupid. She also knew how risky it was. Anyone would advise you against blindly following your enemy, who had just threatened to literally kill you, just because you both couldn't control your urges. But these urges were not unfounded. His gaze as he held open the door to a large house for her and she walked through burned her back and made her heart beat faster. Her skin tingled when she felt his presence behind her. Partly it was fear, as he led her into the middle of a Fatui stay, and partly because her body reacted to his every powerful movement.
The house was quite pompous and the interior design left her speechless. In front of her, a white marble staircase led to the first floor. Next to it was a huge living room.
A quiet fire crackled in the fireplace and illuminated the house in a pleasant orange light. The crackling sang them into a song and the dancing shadows on the large leather armchair opposite the fireplace showed no signs that heartless Fatui lived here. Only the typical Snezhnaya figures on the heavy furniture made of dark wood revealed the rabble that came and went here.This made her painfully aware of her situation again, because even if Tartaglia didn't betray her, it would only take one Fatui to see her and she would be right in the middle of the trap. Her legs were frozen in the hallway in front of the stairs when she suddenly heard footsteps next to her and turned her gaze in panic. A young servant approached them and Lumine quickly hid her face in the hood of the coat Tartaglia had given her to smuggle into the house.
However, the servant paid no attention to her for the time being, but turned to Tartaglia with a strong accent and he answered her back in the same way. Both of them clearly came from Snezhnaya. Suddenly the servant turned to her and spoke to her with a skillful smile.
"Can I also bring something to the young lady? Or does your age not allow it? We could offer you alternatives if you want to." Surprised and trying not to look the servant directly in the face, she hesitated. While Tartaglia looked like a stately young man in his early twenties, she only looked like 17 or 19, even though she is hundreds of years old.
"Yes, please. I'm already over 16 and could use a chilled champagne..if it doesn't cause any trouble."
"Of course, the way you want it." She made a small kink and disappeared into an inconspicuous door at the other end of the large living room. With a mixed feeling, she turned to Tartaglia, who looked at her inconspicuously amused.
"Don't worry, only competent staff will be hired who do not ask questions and do not disclose anything. Even if they knew you, they would stay out. Otherwise, they are threatened with direct death as a punishment."
Lumine looked at the door again, but said nothing.
"Now,.." Tartaglia pointed to the stairs in front of them. "Along there."
Tensed from head to toe, she climbed up the stairs and took a last look at the living room, remembered what she was also here for next to the lusts. But she had no time to discover something so quickly, which would be an occasion for the guard to storm in here and examine the house. So Lumine obediently followed the stairs to the first floor; she could take care of other things later if circumstances allowed her.
The hallway on the first floor seemed cozy, but fine and showed once again how money was not a problem for the Fatui, or should she rather say, was not a problem for Tartaglia. The floor was equipped with a red carpet and the dim light came from magnificent lamps and candlesticks.
Tartaglia opened a door and led her in, with Lumine noticing with a swallow that his grip around her arm had become firmer and she stumbled into the dark room.
Her heart was pounding, she felt the wetness between her legs getting more from the tension. Her eyes quickly got used to the darkness, as a fireplace in the wall illuminated the bedroom with its warm light, opposite it stood a large bed with red bed linen and several pillows. This part of the house was also laid with red carpet.
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Lumine's Lovestory (🍋)
Fanfiction☆Just a goofy idea I got while co-op ☆Basically, Lumine goes out with a bunch of hot guys and can't decide. ☆Paimon doesn't exist. ☆English is not my native language, so please don't judge it too harshly. ☆Smut is tagged before the chapter. 🍋