Master Ravenclaw
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This story is about a romance blooming between an older rabbit male and a younger rabbit boy, worlds apart by the taboos of the Victorian era and more.This story contains: gay, romance, no sex, historical setting, occult, ageplay, nudity
Master Ravenclaw.
Rain pours down from the dark night sky, the coach rattling its way over the badly lit Victorian streets of a little town in the country side. Dangerous place to be at night, even more so in this downpour. The coach driver has his jacked pulled all the way up, his hanging head covered by a large hat in a vain attempt to stay dry and warm. The feral horses aren't much better off, blinded by eye flaps as well as the darkness they can barely see anything, having to rely solely on their rider's instructions. A large mansion peeks up against the night sky in the distance, ghastly lit for the briefest of seconds by a lightning strike before being devoured back into the tempest.
The coach rides up to the gate, the driver having to step off and open it before being able to reach the mansion, apparently their destination. Candles are lit inside the main hall as the servants are aware of the approaching vehicle, rushing to attend to their duties as their master has returned. With a swift and rather abrupt halt, the coach parks itself in front of the main entrance, the staff hurrying outside with sleepy eyes as they hastily correct their uniforms and wait for their master to arouse from the vehicle's opening door. Darkness, not a single light inside the coach. The horses neigh nervously as they're kept in place by stablehands, the driver dismounting as well when presumably the head butler walks up with an umbrella to keep his master dry.
A large dark figure emerges from the coach, clad in a long cape and a very broad flat hat, it reminds some of the personnel of their master's heritage. His ancestors were all witch hunters back in the days with the prestigious name Ravenclaw, this profession obviously has died out but their master always insisted on keeping the tradition of the fashion that came with it. The dark figure reaches a hand into the coach, he apparently had company which the staff didn't foresee, afraid they were going to have to stay up longer than they expected to possibly prepare a meal or other duties. The head butler redirects his umbrella to cover the unexpected guest, a rabbit boy of extreme white complexion, his fur pale as snow and only clad in rags that look like jute hay bale covers. As if master Ravenclaw plucked this naked boy out of a field in the middle of nowhere. The dark figure guides the young lad into the house, the coach led away as well as the horses, the servants able to go back inside to the warmth and light.
Whispers and rumours spread fast among the staff as indeed they were expected to draw a warm bath for the guest, word going around of the strange white boy having red eyes, the term albino largely unknown still in these times of medical progression. Why does the master, a person avoiding contact with anyone except the head butler, suddenly care so much for this boy? What is going on? Of course the staff would never be able to directly find out, merely conjure up rumours as they are put to work.
The master has retreated in his study, expelling the wet long coat and hat to a rack near the open fire. A rough looking rabbit with handsome features is revealed, obviously a man in his thirties, brown fur which doesn't reflect any light but looks dirty and wild. A lighter spot adorns the eye which he covers in an eye patch, the eye lost during his army duty in the war against the northern neighbours of the country. He wears thick leather boots and clothing, a belt with a pistol, a rapier and other gadgets as well as a leather bound book with gold lined pages and a golden cross on the cover. He scowls as he throws his belt and sword onto his desk, sitting down in the large elegant chair in front of the fire after serving himself a drink from a canteen. He seems tired, closing his blue eye before looking up at the portrait of his grandfather above the fireplace, swirling the strong liquor in his glass as if waiting.
Eventually there are a few knocks on his door, his rough voice commanding a simple:"Come in."The head butler enters the room with the pale rabbit youth at his side, clad in some undergarments now and clearly freshened up from his bath:"Your guest, sir Ravenclaw. Shall I prepare one of the guest rooms and have the maidens bring a warm meal?"With a gesture of his hand, the master replies:"That won't be necessary. Leave us."The head butler looks surprised but doesn't question his master's will, just bowing down and leaving the room, closing the door behind him. There's an awkward silence as the boy just stands there, uncannily still and lifeless, patiently. The rough rabbit stands up and leaves his drink on a stand near his chair, turning around to face the younger rabbit boy.
He's fair and beautiful, much more refined than anyone one would expect to find in the countryside, naked and confused. The youth opens his mouth for the first time since he's arrived:"My Lord, why am I here?"The whole ride the older and larger rabbit male hadn't spoken a word to the youth, expect a promise that everything would be alright when he first walked up to the white rabbit boy out in the rainy field. He had woken up under the dark turmoiling clouds as the crows circled above him, his white fur distinguishing him from the mud from miles away. And then suddenly Lord Ravenclaw was there, looking down at him and probably taken pity on him as he reached his hand and promised everything would be alright. So here he was, lost and unsure.
The brown rabbit walks up to the younger boy as he turns the white rabbit's head away, examining his neck:"You will find out. How old are you boy? What's your name?"This question is often asked to youths in this day and age, birth certificates being only for the royal and wealthy, children often enlisting into the army claiming much older than they are to get a decent pay, "Twenty one, my Lord. And my name is Tommy.""Don't lie to me, boy. How old are you?" the older rabbit's eyes narrow, his patience wearing thin as he's tired and didn't expect to find his young companion. The white furred boy gulps, his red eyes humbly looking down from the impressive male's face, the hand still circling his neck as his neck is examined:"Sixteen, sir."Still old enough to be considered a man and able to enlist into the army, at least in these days as politics are changing and the legal age would be pulled up to eighteen pretty soon.
Master Ravenclaw apparently knows what he needs to know as he's finished with examining Tommy's neck, releasing it and continuing his questions:"What were you doing out in the field there? Why were you naked?"Again the young boy gulps nervously but Ravenclaw can't find any trace of dishonesty in his answer:"I... I don't know, my Lord. I can't remember. I remember that my chest hurt though."The older rabbit ponders and then presses the palm of his hand against Tommy's chest where his heart should be. Tommy is a little startled when he's commanded to strip off the undergarment given to him by the butler, but he's had to endure worse in his past so he does as told and stands there nervously. Ravenclaw notices the youth trembling in fear and tries to put him at ease:"You won't be harmed."And with that said the mature rabbit lays his ear against Tommy's heart, listening.
For a minute he stays like that, Tommy starting to feel a little more at ease as the older male just seems to care for his well being when suddenly Ravenclaw raises his head and gives out a sigh. He walks over to the door of his study and turns the key in the lock, effectively locking them inside the room as he looks Tommy over grimly. The young rabbit boy is shaking by now as he's trapped:"S-sir, why do you lock the door? Please let me go!"With empathy in his eye, though resolute, Ravenclaw approaches the naked lad whom abruptly takes a few steps backward until his back touches the bookshelves behind him. The older rabbit grabs the boy's paw and suddenly sticks it underneath his upper garments, leaving Tommy confused as the slightly fast paced heartbeat of the older male can be felt:"Do you feel that, Tommy? My heartbeat?"
Tommy nods, still shivering, his hand against the warm chest of the other rabbit male, feeling his fingers run through the rough fur, "It appears your heartbeat... you don't have a heartbeat, Tommy."The young white rabbit withdraws his hand like lightning, almost stumbling over onto the ground as his first reaction is to deny that claim:"No! It can't be, I'm here aren't I? You're crazy!""Am I?" answers Ravenclaw now slightly amused, though still with a sympathetic look on his face:"Feel your chest, Tommy. Tell me what you feel."Tommy brings his paw to his heart, feeling. Nothing. He places his fingers into his neck near the vein that he knows pumps very hard when he has run a great distance. Still nothing.
Despair is visible in the young rabbit's eyes, lowering his arms as he looks at the older male:"What... what am I? What's happening to me?!"Ravenclaw searches briefly for a book on his shelves and when he finds it he opens it onto a certain passage, revealing it to young Tommy:"I think you were stolen away by a creature of the night, Tommy. And they did something to you that cannot be undone and which makes you an abomination in the eyes of The Lord."Tommy's eyes glance over the page, an illustration of a fur with bloodlust in his eyes and blood dripping from his mouth as he bit the flesh of an unconscious, possibly dead woman and the title very clearly stating 'Vampyre'."No. NO! Get away from me, this is a nightmare! Get away from me!" yells the young rabbit at the top of his lungs before the room starts to turn and grow dark in his eyes, Tommy passing out.
The light hurts the young boy's eyes as he turns on his side, facing away from the light source. The sound of curtains pulled shut are audible and the voice of the head butler speaks:"Good evening, master Tommy. You have been out of it for a couple of days, I wanted to have the master send for a doctor but he kept insisting that wouldn't be necessary. How are you feeling?"Tommy blinks his eyes, the thick curtains protecting him from the light outside as he sits upright in the luxurious bed. He's alive. Ravenclaw didn't kill him. He looks with a bewildered look at the butler, whom didn't seem phased by the youth's blood red eyes:"Euhm. I feel a little weak. Where's Lord Ravenclaw?""I will call for him, he specifically asked me to alert him when you would wake. I'll have the maidens bring you lunch. Stay in bed and rest, master Tommy. Master Ravenclaw's orders." and with that the butler marches outside the door and the young rabbit boy can hear a key turned in the lock.
Tommy looks around the room, just a thin stripe of light escaping the thin curtains as the rest of the room is lit with oil lamps. It seems he's been redressed in undergarments again before put into bed, the boy thankful for the clothes even though modesty isn't a big concern for furs born in his position. He sits in bed until fifteen minutes later a key can be heard unlocking the door and master Ravenclaw enters the room, dressed in linen pants, leather boots and a suede jacket:"Hello Tommy, how are you doing?"The older rabbit male locks the door back behind him as he enters the room, smiling down at Tommy as he sits baffled in bed, "M-my Lord, was it a dream? Am I really... a..."Tommy can't get the word over his lips, holding back a tear since he was learned only sissy boys cry.
Master Ravenclaw walks over to the bed and sits down on its side, just meekly smiling at the youth in front of him:"I'm sorry to say that some horrible things done to innocent people can't be undone. My ancestors used to encounter furs like you on a regular basis you know. They weren't as understanding, though."Tommy and Ravenclaw sit together for a minute in silence, the white furred rabbit taking the time to process his faith and no doubt conjuring up more questions as he finally asks:"What now?""Now?" Ravenclaw asks as he stands back up and walks over to the window, Tommy prepared to throw the covers of his bed up over his head should the older male open the curtains:"Now I will tell you the reality of things. I cannot allow you to wander out there on your own as your mind would be consumed by the darkness sprouting inside of you. You would turn into a mindless killer."Ravenclaw lifts the curtains just a little bit aside to look out into the semi-clouded sky stretching out over the country side, his land. He looks back over at Tommy and walks back up to the bed, sitting down and taking Tommy's hand into his. He's about to speak as suddenly there's a knock on the door and the maiden's voice can be heard:"Lunch for master Tommy."
"Leave it, attend to your other duties!" says Ravenclaw loudly, the maiden confirming and walking away as the older rabbit male retrieves the food and locks the door once more, resuming his place next to the young boy. Tommy just looks meekly at the older rabbit, slightly lost:"You mean I'm your prisoner?""I would prefer to consider you my permanent guest, Tommy. My ancestors would kill you, I'd like to help you."Ravenclaw hesitates but then strokes the boy's face which leaves Tommy baffled and slightly weary of the older male's intentions:"You're beautiful, Tommy. Not only in appearance, I think you're too beautiful to suffer this fate."A long silent gaze from the young boy shakes Ravenclaw from his seemingly entranced state as he clears his throat and walks up to the mobile dining table, lifting the plates to reveal a hearty meal:"I don't think this food will do you any good, but we cannot let the staff know. You'll have to buckle up and eat on a daily basis, I'll take care you get your real food daily as well."
When Tommy seems confused at this, Ravenclaw can't help but feel endearing emotions for the boy, he reminds him of someone dear he's lost in the past. Perhaps that's why he didn't drive a stake through the boy's heart as soon as he knew for sure what he was:"Yes, creatures like you drink blood, Tommy. It might seem gross at first, but what you once called delicious will no longer satisfy your hunger. And I don't want you turned into a mindless killer, I'll put my best research into a remedy to keep you sane."It is then that it was Ravenclaw's turn to be surprised at the boy's bold question, "My Lord. Do you fancy me?"
Speechless for a moment, Ravenclaw is unable to utter an answer as he just looks at the beautiful half naked boy in his guest bed, almost convinced the youth purposely struck a pose for him. After a moment of awkward silence Ravenclaw merely says:"Eat your food. I'll call for you later."And with that he unlocked the door and left. Tommy suddenly felt very alone, and uncertain. He didn't mean to insult the man whom seemed to be the only one concerned with his fate. He would have to apologize next time he saw master Ravenclaw. Tommy looked over at the food and smiled, scooting out of bed and stuffing the delicious nutrients down his throat. Only, as Ravenclaw predicted, he started to sputter and cough it out on the spot, his tongue only experiencing the sensation of ashes. A sudden burst of anger raged through his young body and Tommy kicked the mobile table onto its side, the contents of the silver plates scattering over the floor as he sank to his knees, sobbing the last tears his body would expel for a very long time to come.