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Lucky Rabbit Blow The Dice

Chapter One

High Roller!Orpheus x Reader

Rated Explicit

On Ao3

Chapter Two

High Roller, a person who gambles or spends large amounts of money, they usually are cocky and rarely cash in when the reward is grand. Shiny and seemingly obtainable.

Enough alcohol and praise going straight to the head lowers those inhibitions, and ambitions rise. Then the rat trap taps on their necks.

Lucky Guy and you are very good dealers. Picking targets and giving enough wins to the guests before draining them dryer than their glasses.

All of this was an easy game until he showed up.

High Roller, he calls himself– You thought him arrogant for his cocky behavior. You underestimated him…

When he practicality had the casino by the balls (somehow winning every fucking game from slots to roulettes), he said he will bet everything for one game.

A game, you to this day, do not know how he won!

Yet…The ultimate game, a game you could not imagine anyone but the one named High Roller could win.

Lucky Guy and you could only stand in shock as he called out his challenge to the one.

Here in the casino, in Her domain— Her temple— Luck roams from one player to the dealer to a newcomer whenever she pleases. None can claim to her, he is free and promiscuous, though can sometimes select those with her blessings, of sorts.

Lucky Guy and you are not here just as dealers but as those who keep risk and rewards flowing in balance.

This man somehow disrupted the natural order of luck by somehow winning every fucking game!

“For my prize:” Making his demands clear as he stood on top stage where the showgirls stayed behind him confused and looking at one another, “I want them!” Pointing at you and suddenly the spotlight is on you.

There are few you can claim to be a favorite, you are one of them. Lady Luck can have her moments when She fancies a mortal and for a night She indulges.

Lucky Guy was someone she snatched from a game, his soul bound to servitude.

You are a product of lust and She keeps you here close knowing how easily someone could use you. Just like Her, you are essentially a good luck charm.

You took the challenge in her place, She is above mortal bullshit and you still believed you could turn the luck of the night around.

Then you lost. You swear the match was between yourself and the devil. The grin on his face furthers this belief.

The worst part: Your mother did not seem upset, no, She seemed pleased to have Her child taken by a master of cards like High Roller.

Though Lucky Guy swears she hides her pain.

Now you are at a different casino. Darker, enslaving the guests, it is like a prison. Risk Taker, a woman who does all this for her God, heads all of this.

At your mother's casino, at least the guests can go home with their souls intact (tainted but whole)… Here it is like watching each one lose not only their inhibitions but their sanity.

The winner takes all, the loser loses all life is thrilling; there is no balance. Just constant decadence and debauchery.

Watching every night, you see the hollowing out of these people. You… You wish you could do something or at least bring balance here. Risk, reward and loss, and caution seem imbalanced. But cannot, this is not Her temple but some other creature's temple. No longer are you allowed to be a dealer or even play; you are the High Roller's bunny, a lucky rabbit he calls you.

Bunny ears, the latex corset teddy style with the long tail tuxedo jacket (to keep you warm), a bunny tail pinned above your ass (he loves toying with it when you sit on his lap), the fishnet stockings, and heels (you hate these because your feet hurt after awhile which makes you sit, and guess what the only place you can sit on is the High Roller's lap).

You hate it, he doesn't care that you hate it. Or maybe he likes how he can flex his power over you.

By his side to blow the dice before he rolls. To kiss his deck before he shuffles. To sit on his lap as the roulette wheel spins.

The High Roller's favorite game is anything that involves cards, a master of dealing, and beloved by Miss Fortune (the guests call Lady Luck that here).

All night you have been made, as usual, to be his eye candy on his arm (or on his lap) as he plays the games. Busy nights, though, mean he sometimes will have you fetching him drinks— For the guests. The drunker the guests get, the braver they get. The braver guests are, the more money they spend, and the more money spent the bigger bets and losses.

A cycle that keeps the casino going: Greed.

Currently, the night is dying down, and people cashing in their chips or heading out broke.

High Roller is dealing cards in the private room with you being a ‘player’. He only plays a simple game with you with stakes being articles of clothing. He has the advantage even though he claims you have luck over him.

Lady Luck versus Miss Fortune.

“You just want to see me naked.” What a joke. You frown as even as Her child, you still lost against him! A fucking mortal! You cross your arms as he places his deck of cards down the table while chuckling at the sight of his unhappy bunny.

“Let’s make this fair.” He removes his jacket, placing it behind the chair neatly before sitting down, “Ready?” As if he cares if you aren't ready.

He just wants to fuck you on the dealer's table.

“Yeah, whatever.”

The first time you had sex with him, he was surprisingly gentle. A gentleman who was more focused on your pleasures than his own. It was strange given how objectifies you in public. He pushes buttons plenty, teasing endlessly, and God, you find yourself stumbling helplessly.

However, you have an affect on him.

See, you do not play nice. You fight him for control rather than let him have it. After all, you still are bitter about losing to him and no amount of him going down on you is gonna change that. In fact, when serving you, you make sure he is a mess before you are.

High Roller does not know what pussy drunk means but you had him a number of times that close. So close to the state of promising anything just to be able to feel you around his cock.

Of course, he has gotten better in keeping himself sane but not by much given you know just where and how to stroke him.

The cards are dealt, the first match you win. He removes his gloves.

Hours pass.

Pass closing time.

The cleaning shift has since long left.

Risk Taker told you both, before heading upstairs to the hotel portion of the building, to clean up any mess left between the game.

At the time, you still were covered.

Right now you only have stockings left and High Roller has his drawers on.

You tap your finger on the table for a card.

He gives you a card and he takes a card.

“Straight flush, you bastard!” Slamming the cards on the table, “Those come off!” Because you know he would take off his sock garters.

He eyes you with an eyebrow raised as he presents his royal fucking flush.

“What… You son of a bitch!” groaning in your hands as you bend over banging your head on the table in defeat.

“Oh, when will you learn little rabbit, you simply can't beat me.” leaning against his chair, “Now I believe you have an article of clothing to remove.”

You huff as you stand up straight ready to remove the last bit of clothing before you are completely naked… Only because in the damn bunny suit you cannot wear underwear (rather you are not allowed to wear any).

“Wait.” He says, “Hmm.” The idle mind is the Devil's playground but a wandering thought is the Devil himself.

“Double or nothing.”

You know he is going to win, he does not offer something without knowing he certainly will win. With a sigh, long and exasperated, “I’ll bite what are the terms?”

The grin spreads, and he leans forward, “You deal this time. If I get an ace of hearts: you touch yourself for me to watch.”

“You are so obsessed with me it makes you look stupid, babe.” As if you do not sometimes enjoy the attention of the older man.

“Say what you will,” Handing you the deck after he shuffles it, “However, tomorrow night when you are on my lap at this table,” Low and with that fucking cursed sexy low voice, “You will know what that stain on here is from.”

Fuck, fuck, holy fucking him! You hate how your cheeks burn or how that makes you cross your leg over the other as that goes straight to your crotch. “Tsk.” Clicking your tongue before snatching the cards out of his hand.

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sinnthewriter · 2 months ago

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Ashes of Memory w/ Oc

ch 1

A young pale skin woman sits at a desk, her brunette hair cut in layers, her left bangs slightly longer, nearly covering one of her hazel eyes

She wears a white blouse with flared sleeves that are tied close to her waist with a small bit of ribbon. A corset belt is wrapped around her waist, which holds a pair of black dress pants to her thin frame, and wrapped around her neck is a black lace jabot that has a black dahlia pendant placed at the collar. A pair of Mary Janes with thick heels cover her feet.

Her left hand is covered in with a black glove

She is seen writing in a journal by candlelight.

“This manner once thought to be nothing but an obstacle now seems like both paradise and hell.”

She looked at the flickering candle for a moment

“For it both holds cruelty and pleasure.”

She is standing in her apartment, looking over the burnt remains of the building through her window, sipping from a tea cup.

On the apartment walls are newspapers clipped and framed showing photos of her and another women who look exactly like her but is extremely paler.

The twins make the spotlight once again!

The Hayes twin offered major roles for an upcoming performance!

Put hanging by her bed are three articles that are frameless

Golden Rose Theater burns down in a shocking fire! Arson is suspected

Zora Hayes reported missing from the hospital!

Elvire Hayes pulls back from the spotlight after losing her sister!

She looked at the clippings before looking down at the bed, where an envelope with a red seal was placed. She frowned at the sight.

She walked over to her wardrobe, pulled out a suitcase and started to place items in it before looking at a stack of papers on her desk .

Better bring the reference material I found on the symbol and the manor.After all, an actor must know their role.

Next, she turned to the bedside table, where a photo was,

It showed her and her sister with their father, a dark-skinned man; they were all smiling and happy

Can’t leave behind, father.

She then kneeled and reached under her bed for a certain box. Inside were two stacks of letters and something wrapped in a silk bag; one stack had elegant fine white paper, the other rougher and a faded yellow; however, she took great care handling them both.

The fine paper had her name written out in cursive, "Ms. Hayes.” the smell of corn flowers The other is clear, neat writing, “E. Hayes.” it had a scent of coal dust and gunpowder

She gently placed the box in the suitcase and covered it with some of the clothes she was taking

Finally, she opened the bedside table drawer, looking disgusted there was a bottle of Laudanum

She despised it, but it did help when the nightmare got horrible, and she thankfully was able to take it very sparingly. She had seen people addicted to it go mad; she refused to be one of those people.

I usually can’t sleep in a new place easily just to bring it just in case

Done packing, she looked over her small place one last time as she slipped on an old, long black jacket, grabbing her suitcase and heading out through the door.

She sat in the backseat of a car while the driver drove on a dirt path through a forest. It was pitch black out.

Three months ago, my sister went missing from her hospital bed. No one saw her leaving the building or even her room, nor did anyone other than hospital staff enter or exit it.

The only thing I have of her was an open envelope with this red seal. While practicing for a performance, I noticed one of the actresses was bragging about being invited to a high-class manor; she was waving around the invitation.

An invitation with that same seal, however, when I open the letter to find the address, I learn it was written to me.The actress was just used to get my attention.

So here I am, ready to face what this manor has to offer

She stood in front of the gates as the car sped away

My father always said, "Uno debe confiar en su instinto antes que en su cabeza, pero aprender a usar ambos al mismo tiempo"

“One must trust their gut before their head but learn to use both at the same time.”

Hopefully I will be able to do it here

She walks towards the wooden door, knocking on it

It opened, revealing an old butler

She nodded towards him. “Hello, I am Elvire Hayes; I have been invited here.” She held out the envelope to him. He looked over it before stepping aside and letting her in.

“Please do follow me; you have arrived just as scheduled, so your room is ready,” he stated Elvire nodded, looking around the quite beautiful manor as they walked towards her room.

It was lovely for a guest room—a wardrobe, a queen bed, and a writing desk. The window gave a beautiful view of a large flower garden.

“Do you require anything, Ms. Hayes?" the man asked Elvire look at him for a moment

“By chance, can you tell me who else shall be here?” she question,

After all, the lord did say she was not going to be alone

“There is the composer Mr. Kreiburg who asks not to be disturbed due to mental ailments, the entomologist Mrs. Plinus, an reporter by the name of {Insert fake name here; it does not matter for long}, and Mr. Opherus,” the butler reported.

Elvires mulled over the names as she had heard of them as they were reported, but something felt off about that name the reporter supposedly had, and her breath hitch at the name of Opherus.

"Ah, I see. My I am quite outclassed here as I am a humble actress,” she laughed nervously. The butler shook his head. “Not all Ms you were highly spoken of by the lord here; no need to be wary,” he comforted but it had the opposite effect on the women

The Lord speaks highly of me; why? Is he a fan of my performances? Or is there something else?

“Dinner is served at six.The servants return to their quarters at 11 and prepare breakfast at six in the morning.” The Butler went on, “However, since you arrived so late, I am afraid you must wait till morning to eat, I am sure you must be tired, so please do rest." He then gave a light bow before leaving the room.

She looked around the room, setting her suitcase on the bed and unpacking it. She placed the box that held the letters on the desk and opened it.

Taking the top letter from both stacks

“The main goal is to find my sister and leave, but the invitation also promised other types of reunions. Hearing that Opherus, who just recently stopped sending me letters, here could be what he is referring to but what if also?” she stops her thoughts as she gently opens them

“To my dearest Melpomene

I have come into an opportunity that I can not reject, as it holds the promise of something I have been desiring for so long.

It pains me to say I must stop sending you letters for the time being, but I swear I will visit you once again. I yearn to see you perform just as I did the night we first met.

I will explain everything when I see you in person once more.

Yours

Opherus”

She turned to the other one

“Treasure,

I know I’ve disappeared on you but I have a good reason.

When you see me again, I'll be better and take care you, even spoil you,

Need to see you on that theater stage, miss seeing you in the light.

Norton”

“It's a shame I don’t have a guide around this manor; then I could look around myself,” she muttered. Now she just needs to kill time till the morning. She decided to write in the journal provided by the flickering candlelight; once her entry was done, she sighed.

She held the bottle of Laudanum and, with a small grunt, took the smallest sip she could manage.

As she re-cork it, a familiar voice appear in her ear

“Did you miss me?” A male voice whispered, and she spun around looking for the source before shaking her head in frustration and removing her clothes, leaving only her undershirt and underwear on. She slipped into bed and fell into darkness.

"Also, Ms. Hayes is expected to arrive much later today." Butler stated Alice stiffened, "Ms. Hayes, the rising actress who recently lost her sister?” She asked, and the butler nodded.

“She will be staying on the ground floor as well.”

“I recently interviewed her; she knows the name that I am using is a fake; I will have to speak with her privately tomorrow when I get the chance.” she thought to herself privately.

Elvire's dreams were filled with darkness, but she could swear she felt someone touch her, but it didn’t scare her as she felt..safe with them for some reason.

They made her feel warm and her breath hitch, especially when something hot and wet joined in.

“Miss you,” a voice had been whispering in her ear as she rolled and twisted, “need you.” It continued.

She jolted awake as the sun beams on her from the flower garden, as the smell of cornflowers and coal can faintly be smelled.

Alice arrived at the tea room during the night, there sitting on one of the tables with a script.

“It's for the Greek tragedy of Antigone, where one sister commits a crime and her sister joins her in punishment so they are not apart, but Antigone refuses this and proves her sister's innocence so she can live. It was one of my companions favorite plays to read.” Alice thought she then noticed the lit candelabra with the candles nearly melted all the way down a note with her real name on it.

Carefully she picks it up and opens it

“My sister is your ally; protect her.” A drawing of a dahlia flower is on it, but the card smells like Cosmos flowers.

“If I recall from the interview, Elvire wears a Dahlia flower pendent on her collar, while her sister Zora wore a Cosmos pendant; it was their father's nicknames for them,” she thought over the message

“Elvire is meant to have arrived, which means that the missing sister, Zora, is the one who left me the message.”

She watched as the wix in the candelabra burnt out

“The question is, what is Zora doing here?”.

Elvire looks at the flower garden from her room window, processing the dream if she could even call it that

“I haven’t had a dream like that since the first time I met those two in person, and even then it was of innocent things; however, those two were never innocent in multiple ways,” she gazed out, staring off into space.

She yearns for a moment for the dream to have lasted longer, one of her fingernails scratching her lips, but is brought out of her day dreaming by a knock on her door.

She was greeted by the butler once more,

“Breakfast is served,” he announced. Elvire smiled at him.

Alice looked over the dishes that were prepared in the seat in front of her—healthy but sweet dishes.

A pitcher of ice water, pancakes topped with fresh fruit and a bit of syrup, toast with some assortments of jams, with scrambled eggs and roasted potatoes on the side as well, and a steaming cup of tea were provided.

“Whoever dish this is prefers a heavy meal in the morning while I prefer light, I don’t think this is for me,” she concluded.

Elvire was the last to enter and immediately felt eyes on her, especially when she made eye contact with the reporter. “Alice Deross, how interesting.”

Alice looks over the actress.

Her clothes, while looking like fine material upon closer inspection, appear to be counterfeit but I know that’s by her choice, not by a lack of income.

Her hazel eyes look strong but they hold a deep sadness in them.

Her lips are red from being picked at perhaps a nervous tick.

“Hello, Ms. Hayes, it's been awhile." Alice brought up as the actress took her seat across from her.

Elvire gave a small smile. “Indeed, it has,” she said, taking a sip of her ice water.

“I need to get her alone to properly talk to her,” Alice thought as she side-eyed Opherus, who was giving glances at the other women, “and it seems by the way Opherus is looking at her that they may have a history.” She started to dig into her food.

“If I recall his second latest novel was about an actress who fell in love with a mysterious patron,” she thought, “one of the few stories that wasn’t a thriller novel but instead a dark romance.”

“May I ask why you were invited to the manor?” Alice asked Elvire, who met her eyes, “the lord wishes for me to give him a private performance as he wants to become a new sponsor for my sister and I” the actress explained.

“I’ve only seen you two perform a few times, but you both were wonderful." Alice complimented it; it made the other women smile but it still had lingering sadness to it.

When breakfast was finished and the dishes cleared,

Melly spoke “Mr. Butler, are there any plans for today? When do we get to meet the Lord?”

The butler turned to face the group.

“My lord invites all of you to Kreiburg Racecourse at the west of the manor this afternoon.”

Orpheus raised his brow, “Kreiburg Racecourse, I thought it was abandoned after that incident."

“It is, as you say, the racecourse is not active,” the butler explained. “My lord merely asked that all of you go there this afternoon.” he went on, “besides that, please keep in mind the promise you made upon accepting the invitation: do not wander around at night, and do not leave the main building before receiving a second invitation.”

With that, he went on his way, leaving the five of them alone

Elvire and Alice shared a look; the actress gestured to the novelist with her head, who nodded in return.

“Mr. Orpheus, what does that thing you mentioned earlier refer to?” Alice look at the Novelist expectedly.

Elvire hums at the story, “My what a tale, would make a fine play.” she said wispy, looking into her tea cup and one of her nails, absentmindedly grazing her lips.

“Why is the racecourse called Kreiburg?” Alice, follow up.

“Kreiburg was the maiden name of the wife of the manor's previous owner." Orpheus explained his face had some form of sympathy on it.

Alice paused for a moment, thinking eyebrows knitted. “It seems he really loved his wife, so why did Mary take her own life?”

“There are many theories about it, some say Mary had an affair with a jockey and she was commend for it” Orpheus started,”she couldn’t take the pressure and took her own life, and of course there are those who say it a murder disguised as a suicide”.

The novelist looked straight at the entomologist “after all there is always a price to pay for being unfaithful” but before he could continue Elvire chuckle drew his attention.

“Indeed but that does beg the question if she did have an affair why? she had money, standing, and the most rarest of marriages for a nobel family one of love, perhaps there was a another reason she went to another arms’ her pinky nail dug at her lips slowly drawing blood it seem to awaken her from her trance as she quickly stood up “but then again that could just be my thespianism trying to make more of a story” she face Alice with a smile “if you wish to talk more Ms.Reporter please join me in the tea room it where I am to rehearse” with that she turn on her heel and walk out.

Feeling a familiar gaze watching her.

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