#Please keep asking I'm willing to share more thoughts

[beloveds-embrace]

Fuck it, we ball, I hope that disrespectful anon gets hemorrhoids and they can't get them removed until next year, AND that their insurance doesn't cover it. I'm here thinking about your Omega idea where omegas normally do the pursuing, but with a slight twist; the boys being the omegas. An alpha who is for sure down bad for the boys, but thinks "ah, theyre out of my league, I should be aiming lower, manage my expectations". Only 141 is just as down bad for them, and they're doing everything just short of screaming "PICK UP ON THE HINTS, COME INTO OUR HOUSE AND BEDS AND LIVES AND STAY FOREVER PLEASE"

Johnny is about to say fuck decorum and just show up in reader's house wearing nothing but a ribbon and a tag that says 'free to a good home' (your home is the good one, please keep him, there is no receipt so you can't return him).

Price has the brain cell normally in terms of trying to gently coax you into getting you to say you're into them, he has a 15 step plan that may or may not involve using his various contacts to get you spending more time in close proximity to them. Also he for some reason is always baking, he always comes over asking you for sugar? (He'll take any kind of 'sugar' you're willing to offer, he loves making a variety of cream pies)

Gaz is always gently inviting them to attend 'friend' things, things that could be a date but that he can excuse as 'well we're coworkers/friends/neighbors, we should get along :)'. It's just a coincidence that various other people seem to bail except for any of the other boys, now why don't you sit beside him so you guys can share popcorn at the movies (you both always seem to be reaching for it at the same time, if your fingers touched anymore you might as well be holding hands)

Simon is chasing off any omegas he thinks are a threat to them getting reader, that is THEIR alpha, paws OFF (rip to anyone reader was halfheartedly going on dates with, this man is gonna become those people's sleep paralysis demon)

Hope you enjoy!! :3 💕💕 i lovedddd writing this sm omg

See, the thing is, you’d always thought of yourself as a decent Alpha. Not overbearing, not egotistical, not a demanding freak- just capable and steady. But you weren’t extraordinary. Not the kind of Alpha Omegas like them would look at twice. And so, while you worked alongside the men of Task Force 141 you convinced yourself to be content with just admiring them from a distance.

You couldn’t help it. They were perfect, as far as you were concerned. Perfect, and fully out of your league.

Surely, Omegas like them would want someone better. Someone stronger. You’d told yourself that so many times it was practically your mantra, the only way you’d be able to stop yourself from pursuing them. They deserved someone more charismatic, more confident- an Alpha who could match their brilliance. Not someone like you, fumbling through conversations with them, struggling to keep your feelings in check.

But they’d already decided. They didn’t need a flashy Alpha or someone who tried too hard. What they wanted was you. The only problem? You didn’t seem to realize it, no matter how obvious they made it.

John took the lead, naturally. He knew you were cautious and perhaps a little insecure when it came to relationships (it was fucking visible in you, silly Alpha. He scoffs each time you draw back, frustrated), so he made it his mission to draw you in- slowly and subtly. His plan was meticulous: get you comfortable, build trust, and create opportunities for you to spend more time with them so you’d see that they only want you.

Maybe then you’d break out of that stupid shell you’ve put yourself in.

He’d started baking regularly, a habit you hadn’t even known he had. At least once a week, he’d show up at your place with a tin of cookies, a loaf of fresh bread, or a perfectly golden pie. “Thought I’d share,” he’d say casually, though the slight smirk tugging at his lips told a different story. He peers at you, letting his scent coil just a bit more. “I hope you don’t mind the amount of cream. I happen to like cream pies a lot.”

The way to an Alpha’s heart is through their stomach, and all that.

If he wasn’t offering you baked goods, he was asking for your help to make said baked goods. “Ran out of sugar again,” he’d sigh, handing you an empty container. “Mind sparing a bit?”

It was ridiculous, downright unbelievable how often he supposedly ran out of baking supplies. But his visits became a highlight of your week, and the lingering looks he gave you left your heart pounding long after he was gone.

The one time he’d handfed you, watching you lick the syrup from his fingers with half-lidded eyes, still lives in your mind rent-free.

Kyle took a softer, more personal approach. He wasn’t above using the pretense of friendship to spend time with you, often inviting you to casual dates- grabbing coffee, going to the movies, or just walking through town and shopping. Every invitation was framed innocently, but there was always a little extra effort behind it. He’d pick a movie he knew you’d like, suggest places he knew you’d find interesting, and ensure that others you unfortunately knew joined just enough to make it seem less like a date.

Somehow, though, those other people always mysteriously canceled. It was never anything dramatic- just a sudden cold, a scheduling conflict, or a “something came up, sorry.” Eventually, it would be just you and a very smug Kyle, sitting close enough that your knees brushed or reaching for popcorn at the same time. Once, right as the bowl emptied and you both reached for it, Kyle simply thought fuck it and held your hand.

On one occasion, you both shared a bowl of spaghetti and ended up with the scene from the Lady and the Tramp.

It was so painfully obvious to everyone.

Except you.

“It’s not a coincidence,” Kyle muttered to Johnny one evening after you left, both of them sitting in the spot you were in, bathing in the leftover warmth and scent. “How can they not notice?”

Speaking of Johnny; he’s barely keeping himself together. Subtlety in missions are a must sometimes, but he doesn’t want to that with you anymore. He was just so, so, so frustrated with your obliviousness. What more does he need to do to show you that he- that they- want you?

He’s been dropping so many hints; half-jokes about Omegas waiting begging to be swept off their feet, suggestive winks when you compliment him in that lovely, adoring tone of yours. Once, while watching a romantic tv show, he’d sighed loudly and very pointedly said: “If only someone would claim me.”

“If ye don’t figure it out soon,” he growled at the others one night, pacing back and forth like a wild beast and probably on his way to leave a dent in the carpet, “I’m showin’ up at their doorstep with nothin’ but a red bow, like some bloody Christmas prezzie, I swear to god.”

John sighs, rolling his eyes. “You do that, and I’m leaving you on their porch.”

“That’s exactly what I’m askin’ for!”

Simon took the quietest but most direct approach. Just not exactly direct towards you. While the others worked to get closer to you, Simon focused on eliminating what he saw as obstacles: other Omegas who thought you were free for the taking. It didn’t matter if they were serious or just someone you’d gone on a casual date with- Simon saw them all as threats.

He didn’t have to say much to scare them off. A single cold glare from across the room, sharp bursts of his scent, or a low, menacing comment was usually enough to send them packing. He didn’t care if it was excessive.

You were his Alpha. You were their Alpha, and no one else had a right to you.

But even Simon softened when it came to you. He couldn’t put all his thoughts, all his feelings into words, so he did them with his actions. Quiet protectiveness, gentle, careful touches. Moments of fleeting vulnerabilities shared between you and him.

He was always there for you. Even if you didn’t know you need him with you.

Still, despite all their efforts, you remained convinced that they weren’t interested.

In the end, to no one’s surprise, it’s Johnny who snaps. Johnny, so close to his heat, so absolutely done with your obliviousness and the Omegas that aren’t them talking with you when you should be only focused on them.

He doesn’t care; leaves the carefully made nest with your stolen shirts and none of the others stop him when he just. Drags your surprised self to the nest.

“Johnny! You-“

“I want you.” He hisses, bares his teeth all sharp and desperate. “We want you. And damn it, we will have you.”

And well, who are you to even say no when this is all you have wanted?

[hanahaki270]

♡ Sharing a Dorm ♡

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Synopsis ┊Your dorm is going under renovation and you need to find a place to crash in for a while. Luckily a certain someone offers you to stay in theirs for the time being.

Characters ┊Katsuki Bakugou, Shoto Todoroki, Izuku Midoriya.

A/N ┊beginner Writer here, these were harder to think of than I thought ngl. If you have any requests please send them to me, I'm open to do different characters and also different anime's!

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Katsuki Bakugou

❥ By no means whatsoever does he offer his dorm out of the kindness of his heart. He just got pissed off of seeing you sleeping on the couch in the commons area every morning, and accidentally stepping on your blanket or pillows. After stepping on your blanket once more he grabs your shit and puts it in his dorm and acts like he's bothered by this but really he doesn't mind at all.

❥ Makes you sleep on the floor for the first two nights until you convince him to share the bed. He's reluctant at first but then allows it as long as you stay on your side of the bed. Do you really though?

❥ Expect to sleep earlier and get your sleep schedule in check because his dorm, his rules, lights are off at ten pm sharp with no exceptions.

❥ Also expect your grades to go up. While he's your roommate he's going to make you don't slack off on your studies.

❥ When he wakes up in the morning and notices your head resting on his chest he gets somewhat annoyed but secretly likes it. he's willing to get behind on his strict schedule and let you rest on him a little longer. but just a little.

❥ Demands you now be his training partner but is careful to not get carried away. You're strong, but he still doesn't want to run the risk of hurting you. therefore, he always keeps Aid kits in the bathroom just in case you do get any scratches, even if they're minor.

❥ Constantly threatening to kick you out over every little thing but actually has no intention of doing so. He won't admit it but he enjoys your company. "I swear if I see one more sock lying around I'm grabbing your shit and throwing it out."

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Shoto Todoroki

❥ "Why don't you sleep with me." he said boldly unaware of how his sentence had more than one connotation to it. I mean you need help and as your friend he's more than willing to help you out. plus he has the biggest dorm compared to everyone else, if anything he's the most suitable to offer his help he thought.

❥ Asks you what temperature you prefer to sleep in so he can use his quirk to either make the room colder or warmer depending on your preference. and ALWAYS makes sure to make both sides of your pillows cold.

❥ When he's out visiting his mother you make sure the place is clean (though it usually is since he tends to be on the neater side) and prepare some soba for him as a token of your appreciation. After a couple of times he starts to look forward for it and got saddened the one day you forgot.

❥ In return he made sure not turn on the lights when getting ready in the morning as to not wake you up. Part of it was for a selfish reason though, he thought it was cute how you slept soundly on his bed.

❥ Speaking about sleep; During the night he would find himself cozying up next to you, not on purpose though. He just felt comfort in your presence and he realized you felt the same way when you also moved closer to him during the night.

❥ Leaves out coffee for you in the mornings since you tend to stay up late on nights and wake up always running late to your classes.

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Izuku Midoriya

❥ Overheard you talking to Tsuyu and Uraraka about how you need a place to sleep in and walked over to offer his help without a second thought. You already spend most of your time in his dorm room during the day to share notes anyways. The only difference would just be you spending the night.

❥ Offers for you to sleep in his bed while he sleeps on the floor. After you refuse to let him sleep on the floor he shyly agrees to share the bed with you constantly asking you if you're okay with it.

❥ Midoriya stays up late at night writing in his notebook and murmuring thoughts to himself. You persuade him to go to bed and leave his worries for the following day. he deeply apologizes for the burden kind of embarrassed. "I-I'm sorry! was I keeping you up? I'll go to bed in a few minutes don't worry."

❥ Always invites you to go out with him whenever he leaves the dorm, even if it's something as simple as going to the gas station to get some snacks.

❥ he loves to talk your ear off geeking out about the knowledge he knows about the top heroes and their quirks. When he notices he got carried away he gets all types of flustered but even then he doesn't get the sense of being judged.

❥ Since he's constantly getting injured and going to see Recovery girl he always comes back exhausted. regardless, his stubborn ass still tries to go out on missions and push himself to the limits. he get's frustrated when you don't let him do so and force him to rest and leave his chores to you. But he loves you for it.

[starlight-sev]

NSFW Alphabet (Severus Snape)

Here we are, back by popular demand!

18+ only for reasons obviously mentioned in title above. MDNI, please and thank you!

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

He gravitates to you immediately. Limbs intertwined, holding you close as if the world might end. Severus always needs to feel you, to have a hand on you in some way just to remind himself that you're real, that what the two of you just shared was real.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Severus doesn't really like anything about himself. If you were to ask him to pick something, I'm pretty sure he'd just frown and close himself in emotionally a bit. He's still learning how to love himself that way.

He loves your hands -- being able to lace his fingers through yours, feeling you holding him close. It keeps him grounded.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

I honestly think he'd feel really awkward and uncomfortable at first about finishing with you literally right there with him. He's not used to having someone else in the room.

Once he grows more comfortable with you though, Severus would want to cum inside you. His possessive side starts to show the more he's with you.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Sometimes he'll read your mind to figure out what fantasies you have and what you're willing to try. He's a bit too afraid to straight up ask you, so he'll use Legilimency on you.

You do notice it, that little nudge at the back of your thoughts that feels a little off. You know it's him, but you find it kind of sweet and hot in a way. So you keep it secret too.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

I would say Severus had a fair bit of experience after Hogwarts, during his time with the Death Eaters. He's good at the physical aspect of sex, but the emotional aspect is what throws him off.

He's not used to so many emotions at once, and the overwhelm makes him fumble a bit more than he would expect.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Having you on top. Severus is a switch but I really feel like he gravitates more towards being a sub when he's with you.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

He's an anxious mess for the first few times with you. I feel like once he sees you laugh, or even just smile, it's enough to help him lighten up a bit and just be present with you.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Since being with you, he puts a bit more effort into self-care overall but it's not a super huge focus for him just yet. He's still learning how to prioritize himself without feeling uncomfortable doing so.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Oh my god don't even get me started. Fingers lacing through yours, neck kisses, Severus murmuring your name over and over between breaths.

This man worships you.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

He'd only masturbate if he were desperate -- it was never something he felt he could enjoy and sometimes he still struggles with the guilt. He'd honestly much rather let that tension build up until you're able to be together again.

Be prepared to not get a single minute of sleep if that's the case ooo boy

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

One kink I think it would take Severus a while to work up the courage to tell you about is his desire to be blindfolded. To see only through touch and put all his trust in you.

One day, he'll tell you about it. But like everything else with Severus, it will take some time.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

In bed. He's much too careful to risk getting caught anywhere.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Feeling your hands run through his hair. He's not sure why that gesture specifically turns him on so much, but he practically melts on the spot as soon as he feels your fingers.

Severus will very nearly fall apart if you tug his hair gently. It's his biggest weakness.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Nothing degrading, for either person. Hits too close to home, too many memories resurface. He's not a huge fan of BDSM either, for similar reasons.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Severus would much rather prefer to give than receive. He's still getting used to this whole trust and letting go thing when it comes to sex, and not to mention, where does he put his hands?? He's quite awkward about it when he's receiving, he overthinks everything. He's more comfortable giving, plus the sounds you make really turn him on.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Slow and sensual always except when he's had a particularly rough day, and you happen to visit while he's still emotionally charged.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Not a fan. Reminds him too much of his Death Eater days. He'd much rather take his time with you, because you deserve that attention and love and care.

The only time I could see him taking you up on a quickie is if the two of you were at a party, and he had had a drink or two. Enough to get his mind off the past, at least.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Depends on what it is. He's got constant fears that it'll either be triggering in some way, or he might hurt you. It would take a lot of talks and reassurance, but eventually he'll learn that you're a safe person, and you share a safe space together.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

I think one or two. Emotionally, it's a lot for him. Some days, he needs the aftercare more than he needs the sex itself.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

No, but I could definitely see him inventing new spells to try on/with you after enough time together. Mostly on you, though. He's often finding new ways to please you beyond traditional means.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

I feel like most of the time Severus does it unintentionally. He'll get too carried away with caressing your skin without realizing it, until you start quietly begging to get on with it already. He'd never admit it, but it turns him on.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He's pretty quiet, the most you'd get are gasps or your name moaned softly.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Severus can get possessive, and this is also when he becomes more reckless and risky. Sex at a party in a coat closet because he saw someone else trying to make a move on you? Absolutely. Pulling you into the darkness just long enough to leave a mark on your neck, reminding you of who holds your heart? There's no stopping him. Leaning in to whisper something to you, only to bite your ear gently as both reassurance and a warning? Hell yeah.

If he can't find a way to get you alone easily after seeing someone getting too close to you, you can bet he'd keep a hand on you at all times.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Remember that scene from Order of the Phoenix? Yeah. Enough said.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Severus does have his low moments, but they're less frequent since you've been in his life. Sometimes it's almost as if his sex drive keeps increasing. He just can't get enough of you.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Sleep has never come easy for him, but it takes a shorter time to fall asleep after sex than it usually does. It helps if you're the big spoon, too. That extra comfort makes a huge difference.

[moonstruckme]

I'm getting an iud and I'm so so nervous!! I have a super low pain tolerance! Would u be willing to write a fic about reader having to get a procedure done (can be general so more people can relate) and just one of the mauraders being there for her? Like May be she tries to not tell him bc she doesn't want to burden him but he finds out and is shocked and then offers to drive her home after?

tots projecting bc I'm gonna have Uber home and I wish I had a sweet bf driving me

Good for you babe! I hope it's not as scary as you think, thanks for requesting <3 I made this fwb Sirius because I thought it'd be fun, hope you don't mind

cw: vague mention of medical procedure, suggestive/mature content but no smut

fwb!Sirius x fem!reader ♡ 837 words

You pull your shirt on, nerves once again tingling in your fingertips. It’s been on and off all day, the anxiety as you remember the appointment you have scheduled later this week. Sex with Sirius was only a temporary, if pleasant, reprieve. 

“Hey,” he says, pulling you from your thoughts. He’s opening a pack of cigarettes. “Want me to open the window?” 

You nod, hugging your knees to your chest. “Please.” 

Sirius reaches back to unlatch the window by your bed. He looks the polar opposite of you, all stretched out and languid, seemingly having no inclination to cover up whereas you can’t wait more than a couple minutes after sex before putting your clothes back on. Sirius tends to like to cuddle, chatting with you while he maps idle paths over your body with his touch, but you need layers between you; it’s too difficult to keep the lines from blurring, otherwise. 

He lights his cig, letting his head loll off the bed as he breathes in before exhaling in the direction of your window. You wish he wouldn’t smoke at all, but you appreciate how considerate he is about it. He’s not offered to share his pack with you since the first time you refused, and he always does it outside or out the window, depending on the weather. Now, the air coming inside is cool and muggy, enough to have Sirius reaching for the corner of your sheets and tossing them over himself lazily.

“Can I ask you something?” you say, fingers twiddling in front of your tented legs. “You can say no.” 

Sirius’ head tilts up. “When have I ever said no to you?” It’s a question not meant to be answered, so you don’t. “Ask away, gorgeous.” 

You wet your lips. “Do you have anything on Friday?” 

“Mm, this Friday?” 

“Yeah.” 

“I work at three, but nothing before then. Why?” 

“Oh, nevermind then.” You shake your head, guilt and dread intermingling in your gut. You’ll figure something else out. Worst case, you’ll take the bus. It’ll be fine. “Don’t worry about it.” 

“Wait, why?” Sirius sits up, twisting sideways so he can prop himself up on an elbow. The sheet falls down his waist. “What’s Friday?” 

“I’m just…” You shrug, trying to seem nonchalant but no doubt failing miserably. “I have an appointment then, that’s all. It’s not a big deal.” 

“An appointment.” His brow furrows. “Like, the one you talked about making? You’re doing that?” 

“Yeah…” Your voice has gone a bit quiet, nerves and awkwardness shrinking you. 

Sirius shakes his head, appalled. “What, and you just weren’t gonna tell me? Who’s driving you?” 

“Um.” You find yourself looking at the wall beside his shoulder. “I’m not sure yet.” 

“Bollocks. You were going to ask me, weren’t you?” 

Your silence speaks for you. Sirius makes a noise that’s half laugh, half sigh. “Sweetheart,” he stubs his cigarette on the windowsill, sitting up, “I can take off work for that. When is it?” 

“It’s during your shift,” you say, guiltily. “You really don’t have to.” 

He waves you off. “It’s fine, I can get someone to cover for me.” 

You sag a bit with relief. “Thanks, Sirius. If you could meet me around half past four, it should be done by then—” 

“What?” Sirius’ face screws up as though you’ve said something offensive. “No, when does it start? When’s the appointment for?” 

You must look startled, because his expression gentles. 

“Look, babe, I don’t have to sit in there and hold your hand if you don’t want me to, but I can at least drive you there and wait for you to be done. Please, I don’t like the idea of you going alone.” 

“Okay,” you say hesitantly. The idea of having him to hold your hand really doesn’t sound so awful. “It's at three.” 

“Brilliant.” Sirius’ smile blooms at having gotten what he wanted, jovial once more. “Are you nervous?” 

“Yeah,” you admit, still quietly. You’re feeling somewhat more comfortable now that the awkwardness of asking favors has passed, but your general nerves are still there. Sirius seems to pick up on this, leaning forward to clasp both hands around your ankles and drawing circles with his thumbs. 

“You’ll be fine,” he says surely. “We’ll have a pep talk on the way if you need one, and I’ll be there afterwards for whatever you need. You won’t have to lift a finger for the rest of the night.” 

You lift your eyebrows at him. “Are you planning on staying over?” 

He scoffs. “Obviously. Not with any ulterior motives, of course—though I’m never opposed, you know—but someone ought to keep an eye on you. Make sure nothing changes overnight.” 

You’re relaxing some, now, your hands untangling to rest on either side of you on the bed. Sirius’ thumbs continue their diligent soothing of your ankles. 

“It’s not as serious as that, really,” you try to mollify him. “I should be fine soon after.” 

“Mm, nevertheless. I think I’ll stay just in case.”

[viktateapot]

TENDERER THAN STEEL

JASON TODD X READER

Summary: Jason Todd is the epitome of steel and rage. He doesn't know how to be gentle or express his feelings. But you know that beneath his tough exterior lies a kind heart. This is a series of short sketches that show how you help Jason discover his soft side and learn to express his love.

One day, after a particularly difficult night in Gotham, when they returned to the safe house, you noticed that Jason was unusually quiet. Usually, after a battle, he would share his thoughts, criticizing Batman or the foolish criminals. However, today, he simply sat on the edge of the bed, staring into space.

You approached him, sat down next to him, and took his hand. His skin was cold, like metal. You gently squeezed his fingers, looking into his tired eyes. "What's wrong, Jason?" she asked quietly. He sighed, looking away. "Nothing. It's just... it's been a long day." You knew it was a lie. She could feel the storm brewing inside him, and she decided that she wouldn't back down today.

You gently rested your head on his shoulder. "Jay, dear, I can see that something is bothering you... Please tell me"

Jason froze. She knew it wasn't easy for him to open up. He was used to keeping everything inside, relying on himself. It had taken him time to learn to trust her, to let her see his true self. But she knew that beneath that mask of strength and independence was a vulnerable person who needed love and support. And she was willing to wait as long as it took for him to feel safe again.

"A child died in front of my eyes today..." He whispered with pain in his voice. "And I couldn't do anything about it..."

His words cut her like a razor. You knew that Jason always took it personally when an innocent person suffered. Especially children. It touched something deep inside him, reminding him of his own tragic past. He saw himself in those children—defenseless, abandoned, and destined for suffering. And when he couldn't save them, he felt like he had failed. Like he was once again the same boy that no one could protect.

You hugged him a little tighter. "Oh, Dorogoy, I'm so sorry..." You whispered back, pressing your face into the crook of his neck. Your lips barely touched the skin on his neck.

There was more warmth and support in that gentle touch than in any words. You knew that what he needed right now wasn't comfort, but simply being present. Knowing that he wasn't alone, that there was someone who understood his pain and was willing to share it with him. She didn't try to persuade him or say the usual phrases about how things would get better. She simply stood by his side, allowing him to express his pain and bitterness.

Jason seemed to relax a little. He closed his eyes, breathing in the scent of your hair. His hands, which had been tense, loosened their grip slightly. He didn't cry or scream, but you could feel his body trembling. And in that moment, as the darkness enveloped them, she realized that love wasn't always about heroic deeds. Sometimes, it was about being there for someone when they were hurting. It was about being a safe haven in a stormy ocean. And that was perhaps the most important thing she could do for him.

That night, they sat together in silence for a long time, sharing their pain and sorrow. And then, as the dawn broke over Gotham, you saw a glimmer of hope in Jason's eyes. He was still made of steel, but there was something new in that steel - a tenderness, a fragility, and a vulnerability. And she knew that her love and care, day after day, could melt even the coldest heart. After all, even steel can become more tender when it is warmed by the warmth of genuine love.

My comment: I know that the title is not suitable, and I just wanted to write something similar to a tragic story. And I see that you really liked my work "KISSES 💋 (Batboys)" even more than "UNDERSTAND THAT YOU ARE NOT HIM" 🥹

In general, offer some ideas for ff in the comments...

[norrisjpg]

cool about it

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summary: in which, what lando thinks was a bad race and a bad weekend, couldn't be more different in the eyes of his favourite person.

content: the fluffiest fluff ever, negative thoughts, self-doubt, crying, insecure!lando, poor mental health, mclaren slander, cuddling, shared showers (non-sexual), lando 'heart-eyes' norris!

pairing: lando norris x fem!oc

rora's thoughts: i am actually distraught after the saudi arabian grand prix weekend because what do you mean lando was crying in the car after qualifying? what do you mean he thinks that he's the problem? i can't keep seeing mclaren fuck him over because i am going to crash out harder than max when esteban took him out that one time. and to clarify, i am not an oscar fan - yes he's unproblematic, and i used to like him - but after hungary, monza and australia, i cannot bring myself to support a driver who's so willing to fuck up his teammate's race with no care for the result, especially when mclaren claim to be such a well-organised team with great relationships within it.

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SHE KNEW HE WASN'T going to be happy.

the way he looked at oscar with subtle resentment as he patted him on the back, the way his smile didn't quite reach his eyes in his sky sports interview, the way his shoulders slumped when he was asked what happened in the fifty laps of jeddah - they were all tell-tale signs, easily picked up his best friend.

lando breathed a quiet sigh of relief when he stepped into the mclaren motorhome, the team debrief having drained him. he wasn't jealous, he wasn't angry, he was just longing.

longing. longing for self-validation, longing to be appreciated by the team, longing not emotionally manipulated when he was at risk of death from crashing. it took his mind back to hungary last season, will's words that still frequently echoed around his head, and how sick he'd felt when those sentences crackled into his ears.

"the way to win a championship is not on your own," will had told him. "you're going to need the team, you're going to need oscar."

he knew he was spiralling, thoughts swirling into one big pathetic mess. the tears were creeping up on him, like a slow and agonising death - he couldn't cry, he did well right?

the world was static around him, all the noise and bustle of saudi arabia blending into a mushy blur as his breathing picked up a little. his lower lip was squat between his teeth in a desperate attempt to stop it from trembling and the reality of the situation sinking in.

they just seemed to look past the previous years lando had spent with the team, the four gruelling years of finishing out of the points, watching teammates come and go, not being the number one driver, lando was there through it all, loyal to the papaya team when they directed their energy into other parties, just as was happening now - the only exception being when it was mathematically impossible for oscar to win the twenty-four drivers' championship.

"lando?" a soft voice called, after a knock on the door the driver had failed to notice. "please, let me in."

he tried to hum, but the words caught in his throat, dying along the redness of his neck. so instead, he stood up a little too quickly, mind reeling from the change in altitude and the thoughts torpedoing through it - and he opened the door.

lily stepped forward, wrapping her arms around his torso and squeezing him tight, while kicking the door shut behind her. he was sweaty, dripping with the liquid that he believed should have been champagne - instead replaced with fatigue and frustration.

"i'm sorry."

could he sound any more pathetic? he was a grown man for god's sake, practically sobbing into lily's shoulder as his hands rested on her lower back. this wasn't the mentality of a world championship - the critics had said - he needed to have a 'fuck you' attitude - as will buxton had claimed in a recent podcast - lando was never going to be world champion - that's what social media had told him.

"don't be," she said, voice laced with sorrowful affection. "you have nothing you could possibly be sorry for, you drove incredibly today, lan."

"no i didn't, i didn't get a podium, and i've lost the championship lead," lando began, sighing into her skin. "and i'm so fucking tired of the team telling me to wait it out, when their letting oscar win and overtake me and all this stupid fucking papaya rules—"

"—lando." lily said firmly. "you're spiralling, take a breath."

"i want to go home." he murmured, a singular tear dropping from his eye and onto her shoulder.

"i know, but our flight isn't until tomorrow," she told him quietly, placing a hand on the back of his neck. "is the hotel okay?"

a broken hum left his lips, and she cupped his jaw, lifting his head from the crook of her neck and making him look at him.

"i hate seeing you like this, you know?" the model whispered. "you are so incredible, and it kills me that you can't see yourself in the same way i do."

lando just sighed, breath crackling in his throat as he stared down at his lifeline, holding him so affectionately and telling him everything he needed to hear.

"i love you so much," a small smile broke onto his face as more tears dropped from his eyes, to which she responded to by wiping them away with her thumb.

"i love you too, lan." she replied, nodding her head as she internally relaxed upon seeing the crease at the corner of his eyes matching the display of genuine joy on his lips.

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THE DRIVE BACK was quiet, filled with the hum of the engine and the rolling of tyres on tarmac. the windows were sealed up, air-conditioning on full blast — in an attempt to gradually bring lando's body temperature back to a normal after the ice bath he'd had around thirty minutes ago.

his head rested lazily on her shoulder, lulling a little as they encountered speedbumps in the black suv — driven by the chauffer mclaren had hired for the british driver.

lando's curls were damp and a few were sticking to his forehead, his eyes were half-lidded and tired, and he still smelt of burnt rubber and sweat, coated in the aroma from the time he'd spent in his black fireproofs. he felt pliant, out of control in the softest way possible, gentle and affectionate and sleepy.

she'd swiped the key card across the pad on the door, a quiet, positive-sounding beep coming from the device. before he knew it, he was inside the cool room, eyes almost shutting as the perfect temperature of the area enveloped him.

"shower?" lily tilted her head, walking toward the bathroom and flicking the light on.

"too tired." lando groaned, stumbling toward the bed.

"you smell like barbequed human, shower."

he sighed, padding over to the en-suite slowly, steps heavy and long.

"shower with me?" the words slipped from his mouth with no afterthought, too tired and achy to realise what he'd just asked.

and for the first time, her words faltered, snagged in her throat as the weight of his words settled in her chest. so, instead of verbally replying, she simply grabbed his swim shorts from her suitcase and handed them to the man, gesturing for him to go and get changed in the bathroom.

a subtle smile graced his expression, and he walked into the bathroom, closing the door and stripping off at his own pace.

lily changed into the bikini she'd accidentally left in her suitcase from their bahrain trip the previous week — quickly wiping her makeup off with a wipe and taking down her hair from the half-up-half-down style she'd previously donned.

"lan, can i come in?" the girl called through the door softly.

"yeah," he replied, stepping into the shower, basking under the hot water that poured over his skin.

she opened the door, walked in, and left it open, hoping the steam would drain out of the bathroom once they'd finished together.

after picking up the washbag from the countertop, lily slid the glass shower screen across and joined him, placing the bag down once again and letting the water wash through her hair and over her body.

"i love you," lando sighed, puffing his lips out a little as he gazed down at her. "so, so much."

"i love you too," the model smiled, the corner of her eyes creasing as she looked up at him. "more than you know."

it was intimate, her hands were all over him in the most wholesome way possible. her slender fingers massaged the hair food into his scalp, paying attention to the curls poking out at the nape of his neck, taming them with her skilled digits. her palms flatly rubbed circular motions over his shoulder blades and spine, the smell of vanilla filling the shower along with the steam around them.

she'd even gotten lando his usual sleepwear, an old pair of black quadrant shorts that had now been discontinued, and a clean pair of boxers, of course.

lily had gotten ready for bed in the bathroom, dressed in her black silk pyjama set, skin a little red from the products she'd scrubbed into her pores.

lando was sat on the bed, zoned out and looking sleepy. she walked over to him, standing directly between his legs, causing him to look up at her. their height difference meant that his chin rested directly on her sternum, just above her boobs, when he made eye contact with her.

the girl had started affectionately rearranging his unruly curls, tucking in soft strands of hair here and there, pulling some others more outward from his scalp.

meanwhile, he was blatantly staring at her like a lost puppy — pupils dilated, eyebrows slightly arched, lower lip caught between his teeth. he was the definition of heart-eyes, a man who only had eyes for one woman and one woman only.

his arms wrapped snugly around her waist, keeping her against him as she fiddled with his mullet — which had been her idea in the first place, claiming it was a birthday treat for her last june. lando admired the way her hair was back in a tight, low bun, not tight enough to be described as sleek though, as there were a few stray strands — or 'duck strands' as she liked to call them — at the sides of her face and by her ears. the way her skin looked a little pinker than usual because of her meticulous skincare routine, the way her skin smelt like shea butter and papaya fruit — which was the scent of the body lotion she was currently using.

it was when they were in bed together around ten minutes later, lights off, room lit by the moonlight, that he knew.

he knew because of how relaxed he felt in her grasp. he knew because of how her arms felt like home. he knew because of how soft her lips felt against his temple when she mumbled goodnight.

lando knew he was going to be okay.

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[imsandra]

I see

Pairing: Azriel x female reader

Summary: Azriel and Y/N, a couple who have shared a long and deep connection, face a crisis in their relationship.

Warning: Angst, sadness

Word Count: 1489

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He see (2)

Azriel had always enjoyed waking up next to her every morning. His black-and-white days, she painted them golden like the light of day, like the sun at every dawn; with a calm like the waters of the River Sidra. But things fall apart, and time breaks hearts.

During the first years of their relationship, life was a garden with beautiful colors, a clear sky, many flowers, and a large fountain full of futures. And so it lasted for centuries, until that garden was no longer watered and that fountain gradually dried up.

Another night in which he doesn't show up again, again, again...

Tonight, was or is the night of their anniversary. Y/N sat in the dining room she had decorated as she had many times for a romantic dinner, dressed in a beautiful dress, but the master of spies never arrived.

The next morning, she heard the door of the room they shared open. She just kept pretending to be asleep and that she hadn't cried all night as she had the last few times, and he could only observe the figure of the woman who had once calmed every nightmare with the warmth of her arms, as if she were only constant agony instead of his peace.

Y/N was walking through the streets of Velaris on her way to work when Azriel bumped into her and the coffee she was holding spilled on both of them. The beautiful girl couldn't have a worse day than that, she was late and her favorite coffee was spilled on the chest of the handsome man who was now holding her hand to keep her from falling to the floor. When she finally looked up, each of their senses felt stunned, his and hers. Azriel could only see her beautiful eyes, her face kissed by the rays of the sun, her lips so pure, while she couldn't take her eyes off his honey-brown eyes like the coffee she ordered every morning, her dark hair like the night she saw through her window at home.

"Oh, no! I'm so sorry," Azriel stammered, embarrassed, and released her hand as slowly as possible so as not to lose her warmth so quickly.

Y/N smiled slowly, shaking her head. "Don't worry, it happens to anyone, I should thank you for saving my butt from that horrible puddle on the floor," she said, laughing in the most nervous way she had ever been.

Azriel couldn't help but laugh. "I think I owe you a new coffee," he said as he looked at his stained shirt.

"Maybe, but I think it will be another time," she said smiling.

Who could forget that day?

"So, can you tell me where you were last night?" Y/N asked in a resigned voice.

"On a mission in the Summer Court," replied the shadow-singer, a vague answer that meant nothing to her.

"A mission, what smells of lotus flower and a touch of lavender? Tell me," she questioned with a calm voice but was more than broken.

"Y/N, let's not start this argument again."

For Azriel, it was just another argument, just one more he had that day. He couldn't see that he was doing things wrong. That with each passing day, he was breaking her a little more. He was the cause of it.

Y/N stared fixedly at Azriel, searching for any sign that he was willing to tell her what was going on. She was giving him an opportunity, and he was simply rejecting it.

"Honey, you look tired," Feyre whispered from the other side of the coffee table.

"I am, every day, I am," Y/N said in a choked voice as she tried to hold back her tears.

"Azriel is an important part of the family, but so are you. You're my friend and it hurts me to see you like this, like a ghost waiting in the corner of the room where he's not going to come in," Feyre told Y/N as she hugged her and stroked her hair.

There was no worse torture than feeling one's own heart bleeding in the darkness, while despair consumed her day after day, wondering what she had done to deserve such pain.

The front door opened and Y/N entered. She didn't expect to find Azriel in the living room. It was strange to see him sitting there with his gaze lost in the wall. He turned to look at her but could no longer see the spark that had kept the flame alive once, and she could no longer see that look that would tell her that no matter what happened, he would always be there. Two strangers living in the same house, two people who had been lovers.

Neither of them knew what to say, neither was willing to let go, not for love, but out of habit.

"I'm glad you're home," Y/N whispered, breaking the silence.

Azriel didn't answer. Deep down, he knew he had crossed the line, that it wasn't his home anymore.

"Did you ever think of telling me?" the woman he considered the love of his life moaned. "Did you ever see me through her when you kissed her?" as she continued to question, raising her voice a little more each time. "Didn't I make you happy?"

"Y/N..." Azriel whispered, before being interrupted by the woman who was his girl.

"No, no, don't try to lie to me," the beautiful woman shouted, knowing that her beloved would try to do it like the last time, but she was so tired.

"I wasn't going to, it was never my intention, but I had to do it to know," the shadow-singer expressed with a lump in his throat.

"Know what? That you didn't want to be with me anymore?" she affirmed with a broken voice.

"Yes," Azriel revealed.

The shadow-singer watched as the woman who was his, tears welled up in her eyes, as she crumbled at the affirmation of the fact she already sensed. Azriel couldn't help but wonder where his decision would lead him. Would she be okay? Would he regret it? He took a step forward to try to comfort her, and she couldn't help but take a step back when she saw that he wanted to get closer to her.

With the sharp pain in her soul and with tears running down her cheeks, the same ones he had kissed, she approached him while taking off the necklace Azriel had given her on their fifth anniversary as a symbol of pure love, one that would transcend even death. What a great lie, for her, in his eyes he was a liar, a promise breaker.

Y/N extended the hand that held the necklace with a yellow stone, a happiness that evaporated over time. Azriel was forced to accept it back, he knew her more than anything and yet he made his decision.

"I want you to leave," the woman ordered as she looked him directly in the eyes, for him to see how she broke him, how she broke them.

"She is my mate," Azriel revealed with watery eyes and a look of longing.

For him, a mating bond had always been important, feeling his other half through the bond, so he decided to get to know the other woman while Y/N always waited for him awake every night to welcome him home. She, who had always made him happy despite considering herself a complicated person and unworthy of that love. He wanted to stay with her, but his yearning was stronger.

"I see, you chose her, her who barely knows you, not me who has spent almost my whole life with you, wishing you would always spend time with me," Y/N whispered with a broken voice and full of pain. "I want you to leave Azriel," she asked again.

"Forgive me Y/N, I didn't want it to end like this," he murmured, and so the shadow-singer took his things and crossed the threshold.

The door he had crossed so many times with joy just because he would find her on the other side waiting for him, but she would never wait for him again, not anymore.

She collapsed on the floor when the door clicked shut, crying over the loss of a love, like a sad song in the dark room her heart beat. What she thought was going to be forever, was momentary.

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[lilislegacy]

https://www.tumblr.com/fate-of-the-envious/748795886289780736/concerning-snippets-from-pjo-chalice-of-the-gods?source=share

So, I'm neutral on Percabeth, but this post kind of has a point.

Do you have any counter arguments for these points? I want to keep an open mind and you seem like you'd have some good arguments.

Anon, thank you for the ask. I typically don’t respond to requests that want me to talk about someone else’s post, but I have some serious points to make here and I mean business. I am not trying to start anything or call OP out; I am just stating my own personal interpretation of this scene, along with other quotes that I will inform you all of, and the possible issues brought up. Nobody go attack OP. They have a right to believe what they believe and to post what they want.

For those who don’t click the link (though I think you should), the original poster is discussing the scene in Chalice of the Gods where Annabeth pushes Percy off the cliff into the water. The post basically says that Annabeth endangered him by not telling him what was going to happen, pushed him into dirty, unsafe water, and is responsible for him getting harmed and bloodied up. Then they say that this is proof that Percabeth is an unhealthy relationship.

So, I have two major thoughts on this post, and one major problem with it.

My first thought: I think it goes back to the same thing that the judo flip does. Was it the best way to do things? No. But was she abusing him? No.

I feel like people keep trying to act as if Percy and Annabeth are regular human beings. They are not. Can we as a fandom PLEASE stop acting like they have similar experiences, expectations, and physical limitations as regular people? As if they don't almost die on a consistent basis? As if danger isn't part of their everyday life?

The words “push him off a cliff” are alarming to us because we imagine a giant mountainside and immediate death. But that was far from the case here. She pushed him off a little hillside ledge into some water. Could a regular human get hurt from that? Sure. But again: they are NOT human. They are half-god. They are hybrids—humanoids, even. They don't get hurt or feel pain like we do. How many freaking times have they been slammed into concrete walls by giants? Pounced on by huge mythical creatures? Slashed, stabbed, and wounded by vicious monsters? Stuff that would immediately kill any one of us? A LOT. And each time, they are fine.

He is not going to get hurt like we would, and since she's the same way, she knows that.

My second thought, which I cannot stress enough:

She pushed him... into WATER. You know, his godly element—the thing that, when he's in it, puts him at his most powerful state; the same thing that heals any injuries he has; the thing over which he has total control and in which he spends most of his time.

By pushing him into the water, Annabeth put him in the safest possible scenario. Are people not reading the scene? The only way Percy was going to complete the quest (and it had to be him who did it) AND beat the river god was by being in the water. It gives him control over the situation.

Now for my major problem: The original post gives false information and takes everything out of context.

If you actually read the book, you’ll see that Annabeth KNEW he would be able to breathe because the water was not dirty where she pushed him in. In fact, right before he goes in, Percy states that the water below was “clear as glass, free of snakes, and just begging to be canonballed into” (pg. 126). Need I say more? (Don’t worry, I’m about to.)

THEN he says, “On the downside, it was ringed by sheer cliffs, with no obvious way down unless I wanted to ride the rapids downriver through Serpent Town.” So he knew he needed to jump in because that was the safest way for him to get there.

THEN Annabeth suggests, “You could jump in with the staff,” and Percy quite literally says, “Sure,” so now Annabeth knows he’s willing to jump down into it. But then Percy follows with, “The problem is climbing back up.”

However, Annabeth, ever so prepared, pulls out a rope. So Percy does have a safe way back up. She’s got him.

Then Percy remembers the river god and suggests that they take some time and make a plan, but then, from afar, they hear Grover start playing music, which means the deadly snakes were now all after Grover. Percy then goes, “The clock has started. Grover is in trouble.” And Annabeth says, “Times up.” That’s when she pushes him over.

He was going to jump in no matter what. That WAS planned. They discussed it. They were going to discuss a plan for what would happen if the river god showed up, but since their best friend was now in danger and both of their priorities were to protect him, they did not have time to make a plan. So Annabeth put the plan in action KNOWING that he would be okay in the water.

The only reason he got hurt—AFTER he landed safely and completely unharmed in the water—was because the river god attacked him, which was going to happen regardless when he tried to mess with the river. And then guess what happens IMMEDIATELY after the river god hurts him? The water—that Annabeth pushed him into, mind you—HEALED him. Just like it always has. Just like Annabeth knew it would if something were to happen.

The original post did not give half the information. It made it seem like Percy had no idea what was going to happen and that they hadn’t discussed it at all. The original post tells everyone that the water was filthy and that Annabeth didn’t know if he could breathe in it. The original post tells everyone that Percy was harmed BECAUSE of the jump. The original post tells everyone that it’s Annabeth’s fault that the river god harmed Percy—none of which are the case at all. The post is just a bunch of false statements coupled with out-of-context screenshots designed to manipulate people into feeling like they have to hate Annabeth Chase. It’s fine to not like Percabeth, but this post manipulates both the book and the viewers. Now, it’s fine to post opinions, but THIS aspect is not okay.

Now, could Annabeth have said, “Hurry! Jump!!”? Yes, she could have. That would have been the more gentle thing to do. But this was clearly a moment where a girlfriend thought it would be funny to push her boyfriend into some water—that he was about to dive into—instead of him jumping. No one here has ever pushed someone into a pool or off a diving board? Huh? I think it shows that their relationship is safe and comfortable enough that they can do things like that without it being a big deal. I feel like in most demigod relationships, this would not be seen as an issue. The only reason it seems to be on a larger scale here is because it's from a significant height, which again I'll remind you: doesn't get hurt easily + gets healed and powered by water = no injury happening. Annabeth also knew that Percy was comfortable jumping down into the water. It seems like a harmless situation to me. She made the decision knowing full well that he would be okay and safe because the water protects him. And all the negative and scary things that happened afterward were because the river god didn't want Percy to mess with the river. But Percy needed to mess with the river. Annabeth pushing him in did not cause that conflict.

Also, people are giving Percy no credit??? Why are we acting like he’s a weak little baby? This is Perseus Jackson, two-time Hero of Olympus, son of the brutal sea god. This guy is tough as nails, and Annabeth knows that and has full confidence in his abilities. People get mad when she is all soft and gentle with him because she’s “babying him,” but then when she treats him like an equal, capable demigod, they get mad because “she’s abusing him.” After she pushes him, Percy literally says that by doing it, Annabeth had “full confidence in [his] abilities” (pg. 128). She trusted that he could handle it because they are demigods and they HAVE to be able to handle things like this. She has seen him go through far, far worse than landing in some clean water and facing a minor god. She believes in him.

And isn't it somewhere around this time that Percy teaches Magnus, Annabeth's cousin, how to survive spontaneous deep plunges into icy cold water? Percy is such an expert on this that he teaches her cousin how to do it. Additionally, Percy and Annabeth quite literally fell into Tartarus—a slightly further drop than this—together, and survived because at the last minute they hit water, which protected Percy. And physically, he was fine then too. Plunging into water from heights is not a new experience for this dude. In fact, he's on the diving team at school—a little different, since that's coordinated, but still—the guy is very used to hitting water from heights. It's quite literally a daily thing for him. The only thing that shocked him here was the temperature of the water. And, mind you, this man has been to the bottom of the ocean. He recovered very quickly. Do people really think Annabeth pushed him in without the complete and utter certainty that he would be completely fine? I cannot stress how casual this is for him.

I would also like to add that Percy was in no way actually upset at her. A tad annoyed? Maybe, if you want to stretch things even more. But then, like, 2 seconds later after the river events, he's saying how cute she is, saying he loves her, kissing her, and they are laughing together. He is fine. They are fine. And if the roles were reversed and Annabeth was a daughter of the sea god and Percy affectionately pushed her off a ledge into some water, it still wouldn't be concerning.

I really do appreciate people like OP here wanting to call out harmful relationships in fiction, and I am never afraid to criticize Rick Riordan. I myself have said that I don't like how Annabeth acted in Wrath of the Triple Goddess (though I hold that against Rick, not Annabeth, since Rick openly admits he's writing them differently now to mirror the TV show versions). But Percy and Annabeth have consistently demonstrated themselves as mature, responsible, and kind human beings who love and support each other and make each other feel very safe and valued. Everyone is welcome to have their opinions and post whatever, but I really do think we should channel these types of discussions towards far more deserving issues, especially those that actually have factual reasoning behind them rather than false claims.

[emmaxdelicate]

THE GREAT WAR (part 2) | op81 x reader

summary: the aftermath of your fight with oscar

pairings: oscar piastri x fem!girlfriend!reader

warnings: use of y/n (one time) (if there is something else please lmk!!)

a/n: this is the part 2 to this fic, i reccomend reading it before this one!

word count: 1.3k

you shivered, but not from any cold. it was one of those statements  that cut deep, they replayed in your head all of the time. how had it come down to this? the love that you two shared once felt unshakable. now, it felt fragile, like a glass about to fall off the edge of a table, ready to shatter completely with even just one little wrong move.

a soft knock on the bedroom door cut through your daydreaming, and you turned. the door creaked open a fraction, and Oscar's hesitant face appeared in the gap. he looked just as wrecked as you felt, his eyes rimmed red and his hair sticking up in messy locks. he must have been awake all night too.

"can I come in?" he asked, his voice barely louder than a whisper.

you hesitated a moment before nodding slightly. he slipped into the room, closing the door softly behind him. he lingered near the doorway, his posture unsure, as if he didn't quite know what to do with himself.

"i didn't want to sleep," he began, "not while things are… like this."

you stared at him, your expression unreadable. he couldn't tell if it was hatred, worried, or regretful. "oscar. i don't even know where to start."

"then i will," he said quickly, taking a tentative step closer. he knelt to the floor across from you, his knees brushing against yours. his hands fidgeted in his lap; a nervous habit of hisyou knew all too well.

"i've been selfish," he said, his voice cracking slightly. "i've been so focused on racing, on trying to prove myself to the team, that i didn't stop to think about how much it was hurting you. i thought i was balancing everything, but i wasn't. i see that now.".

you looked down as your chest drew tight with the words. "Oscar. i never wanted you to give up your dream. i only wanted to feel like part of it.that I matter to you.".

"you do matter," he said, his voice full of fervor as he reached for your hands. he was almost hesitant to touch you, as if he was scared you would pull away, but you didn't. his fingers wrapped around yours, firm yet soft. "more than anything. and i hate that i've made you feel otherwise."

you looked down at your interlocked hands, his touch warming and grounding you. "it hasn't been easy," you whispered. "i've felt alone, lots of times. and I know it's not all your fault, but i didn't know how to tell you without feeling like I was asking for too much."

"you're not asking for too much," he said firmly. "you're asking for what you deserve. and I'm sorry i haven't given it to you."

he took a deep breath, his eyes searching yours. "i know words aren't enough to fix this. i need to show you that i'm serious, that i'm willing to fight for us. and will, y/n. i'll do whatever it takes."

the sincerity and regret in his voice were palpable, and for the first time in weeks, you felt a flicker of hope. but the wounds between you wouldn't be so easily healed.

"it's not going to be easy," you said quietly. "there's a lot we need to work through."

"i know," he said, his thumb stroking the back of your hand. "but i'm not afraid of the hard stuff. not if it means i get to keep you."

you looked at him then, really looked at him, and saw the vulnerability in his expression. you could barely look him in the eye like this. he wasn't just apologizing- he was laying his heart bare, putting everything on the line for you. it was a side of him you hadn't seen in a long time, and it reminded you of why you'd fallen in love with him in the first place.

"i don't want to give up on us," you admitted, your voice breaking. "but I can't do this alone, Oscar. i need you to meet me halfway."

"i will, baby, i promise. every step of the way."

neither of you spoke for a moment. then you leaned forward, your forehead against his, and his hands gently cupped your face as thumbs brushed the beginnings of tears away.

“i love you, so much” he said softly, his voice now steady and sure. “and i’m going to spend every day proving it to you.”

the succeeding weeks were far from ideal, but they reeked of small steps forward. oscar made good on his promises, calling when he was away each night, asking about your day, listening to your stories, and then sharing his own in return. simple as it may sound, that made a whole lot of difference.

when he was home, he tried to make time for you. he did little things that surprised you: a note written in his own handwriting tucked into your bag, your favorite flowers waiting on the kitchen counter. he even took a day off from training to spend the afternoon with you, something he hadn't done in months.

but it wasn't the gestures that mattered; it was how he had shown up for you, listened to and communicated with you, made sure you felt  seen and valued. For the first time in a long time, you felt like you were partners again, two people working together and not  growing apart.

one evening, as the sun set over the city, you both sat out on your apartment's balcony. the sky was painted in shades of gold and pink, a cool breeze rustling through the air. you sat next to each other on a cushioned bench, hands intertwined..

"this is nice," you finally said, breaking the comfortable silence.

"it is," he agreed, his thumb brushing over your knuckles. "i've missed this."

"me too."

he turned to you, his expression thoughtful. "i've been thinking an awful lot lately about us- about what we've been through."

you cock an eyebrow, a small smile playing on the edges of your lips. "and what did you come out with, mr. Piastri?

he chuckled low in his throat, but his voice turned serious. "that i never want to take you for granted again. that i'm really lucky to have you, and i need to do better at showing it."

"you already are doing better," you said, squeezing his hand. "but it's not just about you, Oscar. i need to do better, too- at communicating, at being patient. this is a two-way road.

he nodded, his eyes shining with gratitude. "thank you. for not giving up on me. on us."

"i told you," you said, leaning your head against his shoulder. "you're worth fighting for."

he pressed a kiss to the top of your head, his lips lingering there for a moment. "so are you."

as the city lights below began to sparkle, so did a feeling of peace finally settle over you. the storm that threatened to rip your heart apart had indeed passed, and in its calming, it left a love that was now stronger because it had survived the tempests.

you didn't know what the future held, but for the first time in a long time, you weren't afraid. you knew that with Oscar by your side, you could face any obstacle that came your way.

and that was all that mattered to you.

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[i23kazu]

♡ GENSHIN MEN & STUDYING WITH YOU

characters. xiao diluc kaeya childe wriothesley lyney alhaitham x gn!reader genre. romantic fluff. an. i need motivation. they are my motivation | please reblog!! im getting back into writing and reblogs with tags and comments will make me want to write more :D

xiao

he's the one who's a all the noise-cancellation, blacklisted apps kind of student. everything is on lockdown and on do not disturb mode – please don't disturb him. poke him with your pen and you'll just see him roll his eyes at you– no, seriously- it's not worth it! however, xiao is also a really good student ; always on task, even on the subjects that he absolutely despises. ask him to tutor you and he might grumble and groan, but what happens when the tutor falls in love with his student?

diluc

possibly the class rep. studying with him is a express ticket to resources that teachers had given him because of his high-class status. he's not proud of it – he believes that each student deserves the chance to have the same access as him – which is why he's willing to share it with you as well. we didn't even have to meet up, you could just have sent it over- you whine, but the tinge of crimson on his cheeks is a telltale sign that perhaps he needed- no, wanted, this excuse.

kaeya

the teasy study buddy. watch him annoy the hell out of you– you know he's teasing, but sometimes it hurts. "haha, i thought i taught you this already? does the little bunny not have enough space in there?" he taps your head with his pen. it's only when your face crumples and you start to mumble out apologies, teardrops cockling your paper – that he panics. "shit- i'm sorry– how can i make it better?" he wipes your tears away. he makes it up with a sweet kiss and a stack of gift cards to your favourite cafes.

childe

he's the friend who keeps you going, truly. if sunshine was bottled up and wrapped with a bow and had an orange cap, it would be childe! watching your face fall after staring at algebra simply won't do, no, no. let him lead you as he tugs on your hands outside of the study room, and just let your feet follow in his footsteps – you'll find yourself outside the library cafe. "alright, it's on me! what do you want?" maybe his wallet is a little lighter, but so is his heart, once he sees your face light up.

wriothesley

wriothesley is the one who has it all planned out. first, you'll start studying at 10pm... which is a little late, but it's alright. you'll get tired around midnight, which will be when he offers you the first cup of chamomile. "won't this put me to sleep?" you whine, accepting it from him anyways. he chuckles and runs his hands through your hair, replying that it's never worked on him. true enough, you start getting sleepy around half past one – finally leaning against his shoulder, your arms going slack. kissing your head, he drapes a blanket around you. good night, (y/n).

lyney

the one who sits besides you, cracking jokes every now and then! but when it's time to study, he can buckle down and start doing work –that's just lyney – the human on and off switch. there's something about him doing work while twirling his poker cards in his hands that's just so mesmerising – a stare too long catches his eye, and he starts doing a trick for you. get back to work!, you laugh and playfully swat his shoulder, turning back to your own paper. he chuckles in return, and unbeknownst to you, turns back with a smile.

alhaitham

alhaitham can be stricter as a study buddy – he's stern with distractions, wanting you to keep your phone to the side as he's explaining concepts – yes, concepts you learnt, but never understood. "hey, eyes here. did you understand, or do i need to go through it again?" he sounds bored, and you feel sorry for him. you mumble a soft i understand back, and he sighs and tells you to take a break. "look up." your eyes trail up from your phone, and instinctively close as he presses a sweet kiss to your forehead.

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[jessesluvr]

shared scarves and stolen looks | jesse x reader

summary : during a quiet winter patrol, jesse and the reader share warmth, and soft moments, turning a routine day into something far more meaningful.

author's note : i haven't written in a while so i'm excited to get back into it ! if you have any requests, please send it i will be more than willing to write them for you !

word count : 1.2k

the morning broke with a brittle chill in the air, the kind that sneaks past your coat and makes your bones ache just a little. you pulled your jacket tighter around your body and stepped outside, the fresh snow crunching under your boots like tiny glass shards. jackson was still wrapped in the peaceful hush that followed a snowfall—the kind of silence that felt sacred after all the chaos.

you spotted jesse waiting near the gate, his breath puffing out in white clouds, cheeks flushed from the cold. he shifted his weight, hands buried deep in the pockets of his jacket, his face already breaking into that easy grin you couldn’t help but return. patrols were never your favorite part of the day, but with jesse, they felt different—less like a chore and more like a quiet adventure.

“we ready?” jesse asked, rubbing his hands on his coat to try and generate some heat.

you shrugged and gave a sheepish grin. “i forgot my scarf.”

he rolled his eyes but didn’t tease you the way he usually would. Instead, he unwrapped his own scarf and pulled it off his neck, the cold biting into jesse's exposed skin immediately.

“here,” he said, holding it out to you. “you need it more than i do.”

you caught the scarf easily and wrapped it around your neck, tugging it snug. his smell enveloping you, and you're trying not to bask in it. the fabric was a bit big on you, draping over your jacket in a messy loop, but it was enough to keep the worst of the cold out. his eyes met yours, and the teasing sparkle in them dimmed to something softer, more genuine.

“you’re always looking out for me,” you said quietly, feeling a warmth in your chest.

he shrugged, “someone’s gotta.”

together, you stepped onto the snow-covered trail that led out of jackson and into the dense woods beyond. the trees rose tall and silent around you, their branches heavy with fresh snow. the sunlight sifted through the bare limbs, casting long shadows that stretched like fingers over the ground.

the air was crisp and sharp, every breath a visible puff of white. the world felt still—so still you could almost forget the dangers lurking just beyond the treeline.

jesse fell into step beside you. the patrol moved slowly, your eyes constantly scanning the woods, but today’s watch was quiet. no growls in the distance, no rustling in the underbrush. just the two of you and the whispering wind.

after a while, jesse broke the silence, his voice low and almost hesitant. “you know, i never thought i’d say this, but i actually like these patrols when it’s just us.”

you glanced over, surprised to hear such softness from someone who usually joked through danger.

“yeah?”

“yeah,” he said, a grin tugging at the corner of his mouth. “it makes it easier to breathe, somehow. like the world isn’t so heavy for a minute.”

you nodded, your heart tightening in response. peace like this was rare, and you knew better than anyone how fragile it could be.

the trail led you to the edge of a small hill where an old lookout cabin stood, worn from years of neglect but still standing strong against the elements. jesse pushed open the creaking door and motioned inside.

“wanna warm up?”

you stepped into the cabin, the cold replaced by the faint smell of wood and earth. jesse knelt near the hearth, fumbling through a pile of kindling. he grumbled under his breath but managed to get a fire going, the flames crackling to life and sending flickering light across the room.

you found a spot on a worn bench near the fire, the rough wood pressing against your back but somehow comforting. jesse joined you a moment later, draping a thick wool blanket over both your laps. the warmth from the fire and the closeness of the blanket chased the last of the cold from your fingers.

the cabin was small and quiet, just big enough for the two of you to sit close without feeling cramped. jesse’s shoulder brushed against yours, and you felt a little spark, a flicker of something more than just friendship.

you looked over at him and saw the firelight dance in his eyes—the way his gaze softened, the way his usual grin faltered just enough to show a hint of nervousness.

“thanks for sharing your scarf,” you muttered quietly.

he smiled. “i’ll lend it to you anytime.”

he reached out, brushing a stray lock of hair behind your ear. his fingers lingered on your cheek, the touch so gentle it made your breath catch.

“i don’t want this to be just a patrol anymore,” jesse admitted, his voice low.

your heart thundered in your chest. you leaned in slowly, catching his gaze and searching for any sign of hesitation. there was none. his eyes were warm and steady as he closed the distance.

your lips met in a soft, careful kiss—the kind that feels like a promise made in the quiet spaces between chaos. jesse’s hand cradled your cheek as the warmth from the fire mingled with the heat blossoming between you.

the kiss deepened, slow and tender, and the world outside the cabin seemed to fade away until there was only the two of you, wrapped in a blanket and the glow of a small fire.

when you pulled away, your foreheads rested together, breaths mingling in the cool air.

“you’re something else,” jesse whispered, a shy smile playing at the corner of his lips.

you laughed softly, brushing your fingers over his hand. “so are you.”

the silence that followed was filled with a peacefulness neither of you wanted to break. the fire crackled, the snow fell lightly outside, and in that moment, nothing else mattered.

eventually, jesse stood, tugging you up with him.

“come on,” he said, grinning. “we’ve still got the rest of the patrol.”

you took his hand, squeezing it tight as you stepped back into the cold, your scarf forgotten but your heart full.

[amitiel-truth]

River Maiden Pt. 5

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Part 11,

(A/N: I realized I've been spelling Antinous name halfway wrong, but sorry for the typos I'm too lazy to check)

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Once the announcement is finished, (Y/N) continues her lessons with Penelope, while Telemachus attends to his royal duties.

Throughout the day, Telemachus can't shake the image of Antinous eyeing (Y/N). It only serves to fuel his protectiveness and jealousy. He knows he can't be around her every waking moment, and the thought of Antinous or any other suitor trying to make a move on her angers him greatly.

With that in his mind, he didn't even notice Athena's attack, his spear clanking onto the grass.

"You've been distracted this whole time, you know your enemies will take advantage of it." Athena points out, stabbing her spear onto the ground.

"I know, I know! It's just that...ugh!" Telemachus sits down by a tree, his hand rubbing onto his face.

"It's just my Beloved...with those bastards leering eyes" Telemachus seethed, clenching his teeth

"What of it?" Athena asked, sitting next to him.

“Athena, how can I bear this? Antinous, that arrogant wretch, dares to leer at my (Y/N) in my own home! He mocks me with his lustful gaze. Must I watch in silence, or will you guide me to defend her honor?” Telemachus asked in distress, running a hand through his hair as Athena looks at him with a frown.

“Telemachus, trust in the heart of your betrothed. No man’s gaze can sway what is true and steadfast. You see only his actions, but her love for you is stronger than any temptation. Trust in her wisdom, in her strength, and in the bond you share. A heart unshaken by foolishness is more powerful than any leer or insult. Do not doubt her, for your trust will keep both of you steadfast through this trial.” Athena advises, sitting next to him.

"Besides, I have a sneaking suspicion this (Y/N) of yours is unwilling to let go of you."

Meanwhile, (Y/N) spends the day with Penelope, learning the skills and knowledge a queen-to-be should possess. Penelope takes the young woman under her wing, teaching her everything from diplomacy to cooking to the ins and outs of managing a royal household.

"My, there's so much to learn" (Y/N) marvels, looking at the books in awe.

Penelope smiles warmly at (Y/N)'s enthusiasm, pleased by her eagerness to learn. "There is indeed a lot to learn." she agrees. "Being a queen isn't just about wearing pretty dresses and hosting parties, you know. It requires wisdom, grace, and a great deal of responsibility."

"Yes, understood" (Y/N) nodded, willing to learn from Penelope.

Penelope nods approvingly at (Y/N) quick understanding. She appreciates how the young woman is taking her future role seriously. "Good," she says, opening one of the books before them. "Now, let's move on to the next topic...diplomacy."

Without even noticing the time, Penelope and (Y/N) were in the midst of discussing the art of diplomatic etiquette when they heard the urgent footsteps outside. Telemachus appeared in the doorway, slightly winded from running but his expression filled with worry.

"Oh, is it over already?" (Y/N) murmurs, covering her lips.

Penelope looks at Telemachus with concern, immediately reading his expression. "Yes, we're just wrapping up the lesson, Telemachus. What's the matter?"

Telemachus closes the distance between himself and his mother. His eyes dart to Egeria, his protective instincts surfacing at the mere sight of her. "I need to speak with you, Mother. Alone."

Penelope glances at Telemachus's concerned expression, then looks at (Y/N). She gives her a reassuring smile before turning back to Telemachus. "Of course, my son. (Y/N), would you excuse us for a moment, please?"

"I'll just be outside" (Y/N) stands up, placing down the scroll, before closing the door behind her.

(Y/N) walks by the side of the Hall, waiting, rubbing her eye from a whole day of studying, once she opens her eyes, she sees Antinous infront of her with a scheming smile.

"Lady (Y/N), permit me to introduce myself properly—I am Antinous, son of Eupeithes, a humble servant of Ithaca’s future." Antinous introduces himself, as (Y/N)'s wide eyes calms down, frowning at him.

"So, I've heard" (Y/N) coldly answers, turning her gaze away from him.

Antinous’s smile faltered as (Y/N) ignored him completely, her attention fixed elsewhere. His brow furrowed slightly, irritation flashing in his eyes. He stepped closer, his voice smooth but cutting. "I see you're too busy to notice a man offering his company, my lady"

"The only man I wish the company of is from My Beloved." (Y/N) answered blankly, barely sparing him a glance.

Antinous’s expression darkened, but he masked it with a chuckle. "Ah, so loyal, my lady. But loyalty can be a heavy burden when the one you wait for is already here, in Ithaca, yet too blind to see what’s right in front of him." He took a step closer, his voice dropping to a more intimate tone. "You speak of your beloved, but tell me—does he truly see you, or is he too busy with matters that don’t concern him?"

He paused, letting the question hang in the air, watching her for any sign of doubt. "You deserve more than empty promises."

"The Prince is just a boy—chasing rumors, wandering, lost in the shadow of his father. But I? I stand here, in the heart of Ithaca, a man who knows what he wants and how to take it. I offer power, security, and a future built on strength, not promises."

"I can offer you pleasure beyond what Telemachus could ever provide— pleasures that you’ve never even dreamed of." His eyes gleamed with a dangerous mix of confidence and arrogance. "He’s young, inexperienced. He may love you, but he can’t give you what a man like me can. I know what a woman needs, and I can fulfill it in ways you won’t soon forget."

He took another step closer, his gaze intent. "Telemachus may be your choice, but remember, I offer you a life of indulgence— pleasure, power, and everything else that comes with it. I am the man who can make you feel alive."

(Y/N) looks at him blankly, before smirking at him.

"Pleasure beyond this world, you say?" (Y/N) repeated in thought. "Alright then, But, you must do a small favor for me, before we start"

"A favor?" he echoed, his tone dripping with curiosity. "I’m intrigued. You have my full attention, my lady. Name it, and I’ll be more than willing to oblige. After all, I am a man who knows how to make all your desires come true."

(Y/N) pointed at the corner of the Hall, where he could still see her. "Could you stand in wait on that corner, so you could see The Prince's heartbreak?"

Antinous's brow furrowed slightly, his smirk faltering as he glanced at the corner she pointed to. His voice dropped, a hint of amusement lacing his words. "Ah, so it’s not pleasure you seek, but a spectacle. You want me to stand and watch, while you toy with the prince’s heart?"

He chuckled softly, shaking his head, but the glint in his eyes was calculating. "Very well, my lady," he said, stepping back with a slow, deliberate motion. "If it pleases you to see such a thing, I’ll indulge you. After all, seeing his heartbreak will be a fitting prelude to your next choice."

With that, Antinous turned and made his way to the corner she had indicated, with her smile disappearing as he turned his back to her, his mind already racing, wondering just how far she would go with this twisted game.

After a bit, Telemachus finally steps out of Penelope's Quarters, being greeted by (Y/N)

"My Love, Did something happen that you needed to speak with your mother quickly?" (Y/N) asked, worried.

Telemachus tries to conceal his anger and worry as he sees (Y/N), but fails miserably. He steps closer to her, his hand instinctively reaching for hers as if to reassure himself that she's alright.

"It's...it's Antinous," he says through clenched teeth. "He's been eyeing you, looking at you in a way I don't like."

"Oh, that's not good" (Y/N) frowns, sighing.

"But before you tell me more about it, can you do something for me for a bit?" (Y/N) asked, tilting her head.

Telemachus looks at (Y/N), his expression still tense. But the worry in her voice makes him relent a bit.

"Of course, anything," he says, his voice softer. "What is it?"

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(Y/N) suddenly wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him into a passionate kiss.

"I missed you, take me to your room, please~" (Y/N) begs, pouting up at him.

The sudden kiss and request take Telemachus off guard, but the tension in his shoulders eases a bit as he looks down at (Y/N), seeing her pout. He can never resist her when she looks up at him like that.

Without a word, he scoops her up in his arms, holding her close as he carries her to his room.

Once inside his room, Telemachus gently sets (Y/N) down on the bed, then moves to close and lock the door behind him, making sure they are alone and private.

(Y/N) continues kissing him, pulling at his clothes, carefully removing his armour.

Telemachus responds to her kisses with equal fervor, his hands roaming over her body as she begins to undress him.

"(Y/N)," he whispers huskily, between kisses. "You're so impatient today. What's gotten into you?"

"It's been a while, My Beloved, I missed you so, I missed your touch, your sound, your taste~" (Y/N) reminisce, pouting up at him.

Telemachus lets out a low, appreciative growl as (Y/N) continues to pull at his clothes, his own desire growing with every word she speaks.

"You missed me, did you?" he teases, his hands moving to slide off her own dress.

"I missed you too, my love. I missed this...having you all to myself."

(Y/N) pulls him into a kiss once more, starving for his love.

Telemachus kisses her deeply, his hands roaming over her bare skin as he pushes her back onto the bed. He breaks the kiss, only to trail his lips along her jawline and down to her neck, nipping and sucking at her flesh. He wants to relish the feel of her body beneath his, the sound of her moans, the taste of her skin.

"You drive me mad, you know that?" he murmurs against her neck.

"Only for you~" (Y/N) muses with a smile, letting him devour her.

Telemachus's mouth moves lower, over her collarbone and down to her chest, leaving a trail of kisses as he goes. His hands glide over her body, tracing the curves of her hips, her thighs, her waist, as he positions himself between her legs.

"And I'm yours," he whispers, his voice rough with desire. "All yours."

(Y/N) gasps as she feels Telemachus push his cock onto her soaking cunt, biting her lip as he began to move roughly.

Telemachus's mouth finds hers once more, kissing her with fierce possession as he sets a fast, deep rhythm, his hips rolling against hers.

"You feel so good, my love," he gasps, breaking the kiss. "I've missed this...missed having you like this, under me."

"I missed you too, your soft and intimate touches, I love it~" (Y/N) praises Telemachus, pulling him down into a kiss.

Telemachus smirks at her words, his ego inflating slightly with her praise. "You love this, do you?" he murmurs against her lips, picking up the pace, his hips rolling harder, faster.

"Ah! Yes~" (Y/N) moans, welcoming Telemachus's rough movements.

Telemachus continues to thrust into her, his hands roaming over her body, caressing every inch of her skin. He murmurs praises and sweet nothings in her ear, telling her how beautiful she is, how he loves her, how she drives him wild.

"You're mine, (Y/N)" he whispers, nibbling at her ear. "All mine. No one else's. You understand?"

"And your mine as well~" (Y/N) proclaims as well, moaning it onto his ear.

Telemachus nods, his eyes filled with a possessive desire as he gazes down at her. "Damn right, I am" he growls. "No one else can have me. I'm all yours."

"I love you!! Ooooh! I love you so much!~" (Y/N) moans out, feeling Telemachus hit her sweet spot.

Telemachus's breath catches in his throat at her declaration. He can feel himself getting closer to the edge with every movement, can feel her tightness clenching around him, can see the pleasure in her eyes.

"I love you too, (Y/N). So damn much," he gasps, his movements becoming more erratic, more desperate. "You're mine, all mine, only mine"

He kisses her fiercely, groaning into her lips, nearing his end.

"Are you close? My sweet Prince?" (Y/N) asked, panting, hugging him tightly.

Telemachus nods, his movements growing more desperate and erratic as he nods. "Yes, I'm close," he gasps, his voice strangled. "So close-"

(Y/N) moans as she feels Telemachus explode inside of her, forcing her to finish at the same time as him, moaning loudly, screaming even, as she felt his warm cum flooding her walls

Telemachus's body trembles as he climaxes, his fingers digging into (Y/N)'s hips as he rides out the waves of pleasure.

He collapses on top of her, panting heavily, his face buried in the crook of her neck. He wraps his arms around her, holding her tightly.

"By the gods, (Y/N)... you drive me wild," he whispers, his voice ragged. "I can't get enough of you."

"I love you, I love you so much~" (Y/N) professes, pulling him into a sensual kiss.

Telemachus responds to the kiss eagerly, his tongue delving into her mouth as he rolls onto his back, pulling her on top of him. He breaks the kiss, resting his forehead against hers, his hands roving over her body, caressing every inch of her skin.

"I love you too, my darling," he says, his voice filled with tenderness. "More than you could ever know."

(Y/N) teases him by rolling her hip, he's still inside her

Telemachus moans at her movement, still sensitive from their previous exertions. He reaches up to grip her hips, his fingers digging into her flesh as he tries to keep himself under control.

"You're teasing me, you know that?" he says, his voice strained.

"But I missed you~" (Y/N) pouted at him.

Telemachus chuckles, unable to resist her cute pout. "And I missed you too, love," he says, giving her a slight smack on the bottom, making her gasp.

"But you're playing a dangerous game, teasing me like that. You won't like what happens next if you keep it up, I promise you."

(Y/N) decided to take it up a notch. "Please, Telemachus, impregnate me~" (Y/N) begs, looking at him innocently.

Telemachus's eyes darken at her words, a mix of desire and possessiveness flaring within him. "You're asking for trouble, my love" he warns, his grip on her hips tightening.

"Please, let me make you a Daddy~" (Y/N) begged with a pout.

Telemachus lets out a strangled moan at her plea, his resolve weakening with every word. The thought of her carrying his child, of making him a father, is immensely enticing.

"Damn it, (Y/N)... you're going to be the death of me," he groans, his hands tightening on her hips.

He suddenly flips her over, pinning her down on the bed, looming over her with a possessive gleam in his eyes. “Are you really sure about this, darling?” he asks, his voice low and dark. “Because once I start, I won’t be able to stop."

"Yes" (Y/N) gave her consent, before pulling him into a passionate kiss.

Telemachus kisses her desperately, his body pressing against hers, his hands roaming over her skin, caressing every inch of her. He breaks the kiss, trailing kisses down her neck, nipping and sucking at her flesh.

“You’re mine, darling,” he whispers against her skin, his voice low and possessive. “All mine…”

"Say it again," he demands, his mouth moving down to her collarbone. "Say you'll make me a Daddy."

"Wanna...wanna make you a Daddy!~" (Y/N) whined, holding onto him.

Telemachus lets out a deep, guttural moan at her words, the possessive part of him swelling with every syllable. He kisses up her neck, back up to her ear, nipping at it gently.

"You'd look so beautiful, round with my child," he whispers, his hands roaming over her stomach. "Carrying my child, my heir..."

Telemachus realized that it's so unlike him to be like this, he was usually gentle, as his mother said, but looking at (Y/N)'s pleasured face...

Telemachus can feel a part of himself being drawn to this dominant, animalistic side of him, the one that enjoys taking control and claiming what he wants... particularly, what he wants from (Y/N). She had teased and pushed him to this point, and he couldn't deny that he now relished in it, relished in her submission to him.

(Y/N) eyes rolls to the back of her head uncontrollably, pushing back her hair and grabbing onto the bed, before smiling in pleasure and holding onto his shoulder with her other hand, she has a drunk smile on her lips.

Telemachus drinks in the sight of (Y/N)'s unrestrained pleasure, the look of pleasure on her face, the way she moans and moves beneath him, the feel of her nails digging into his shoulder, all adding to his own growing need and desire.

He leans down, his lips trailing along her neck, sucking and biting, marking her as his own. His hands roam over her body, his touch both possessive and tender at the same time.

"So...close!~" (Y/N) whines, holding onto his body tightly

Telemachus grunts as he feels (Y/N)'s hands gripping him tighter, the sound of her whine sending a jolt of desire through him. He can feel her body quiver and tense beneath him, signaling her closeness to the edge.

He leans down, his lips brushing against her ear, whispering huskily "Let go, love... give yourself over to me. Let me take care of you..."

"Inside, inside Telemachus!" (Y/N) begged, gripping onto him.

With her words, Telemachus's last bit of restraint snaps. He lets out a low, guttural moan, his body moving against her urgently, claiming her as his own. He can feel the need and desire consuming him, consuming them both before stilling.

"Oh, love... anything you want... anything..." he gasps out, his voice rough with need.

(Y/N) screams in pleasure as Telemachus stills against her, claiming her from the inside out, feeling it all inside her as she held onto him for dear life to keep her grounded.

Telemachus lets out a guttural, possessive moan as he feels (Y/N)'d body respond to his own, her scream of pleasure driving him further into the frenzy of desire and need. He grips her tightly, holding her against him as they both ride out the waves of pleasure, their bodies trembling and shuddering in the aftermath.

He presses his face into the crook of her neck, his breath coming out ragged and labored as he slowly comes down.

(Y/N) pants, before pulling his face to hers, kissing him sensually.

Telemachus melts into her kiss, responding to her sensuality with an equal measure of tenderness and affection. He deepens the kiss, his lips moving against hers in a slow, languid, and loving way. He wraps his arms around her, holding her closely against him, savoring the feeling of her body pressed against his.

They spent the whole night, full of debauchery.

By the time they finally settle down, Telemachus is exhausted, his body spent, his mind cloudy with pleasure. He pulls (Y/N) close, wrapping her in his arms, burying his face in her hair.

"Gods, you're going to be the death of me, love," he mutters, still panting from their exertions.

(Y/N) giggles, pecking his lips "I love you, my love~"

Telemachus smiles at her kiss, pulling her closer against his chest, savoring the feel of her body against his. He runs his fingers gently through her hair, enjoying the feel of the silken tresses between his fingers.

"I love you too, my darling," he says softly, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. "More than you could ever know."

Telemachus holds her close, wrapping his arms around her, letting her sink into the comfort of his embrace. He watches as her breathing steadies and her body relaxes, signaling her descent into sleep. His eyes slowly close as well, the exhaustion of their night catching up to him.

"Good night, my love," he murmurs, pressing a final kiss to her forehead, before succumbing to sleep himself.

In the early hours of the morning, Telemachus slowly wakes. He's disoriented for a moment, wondering what had pulled him out of his peaceful sleep. Then he feels (Y/N) stirring in his arms, her body shifting against his. He opens his eyes, a smile spreading across his face as he sees her sleeping beside him.

Telemachus shifts slightly, watching (Y/N) sleep for a moment. Last night's events play through his mind, how forward she had been, how eager she was. It was unlike her.

He gently shakes her shoulder, trying to wake her up. "(Y/N)? Love? Wake up for a minute."

(Y/N) groans before slowly waking up "Hmmm?"

Telemachus smiles at her sleepy, groggy expression. He brushes a strand of hair out of her face, his fingers gently caressing her cheek.

"Morning, love," he says quietly. "I need to ask you something."

He shifts, propping himself up on his elbow to look down at her, his expression a mixture of curiosity and concern.

"Last night... you were so forward, so eager," he says hesitantly, his eyes searching her face. "It wasn't like you. What changed?"

(Y/N) began to sheepishly smile, tracing a finger on his chest "I may or may not have wanted to send a message..."

elemachus raises an eyebrow at her words and her coy smile, his curiosity piqued. He watches as her finger draws lazy circles on his chest.

"A message, huh?" he says, a slight smirk playing at his lips. "What kind of message, my love?"

"To Antinous"

Telemachus's smile immediately falls at the mention of the name. He frowns, his grip on her tightening.

"Antinous? You... what message were you trying to send him?" he asks, his voice low and guarded.

"That you are more than enough for me, my Love" (Y/N) reiterated, trying to calm him down.

Telemachus relaxes slightly at her reassurance, the grip on her loosening. But there's still a hint of jealousy in his eyes as he speaks.

"You didn't have to go to such lengths to send that message, you know," he mutters, his voice still gruff. "You could have just told me, and I would have taken care of the suitors..."

"Yes, but with Antinous, I wanted more...hands on and an audible approach" (Y/N) stated with a smile.

"When you were talking to your mother, he went up to me"

"What did he say to you?" he asks, his voice tight with barely suppressed anger.

"He tried to convince me that he was better than you, That you were just a mere boy, inexperienced and such, how he'll give me a night of pleasure better than you could ever give." (Y/N) looks at Telemachus with lidded eyes, bored.

At her words, Telemachus's expression transforms into one of rage. His eyes blaze with anger, his jaw clenching as his hands curl into fists. He sits up, towering over her.

"That bastard" he growls, his voice low and dangerous. "How dare he speak to you like that. He's lucky I don't have my sword right now, or I'd-"

"No, no my Darling, with a man like that, words and violence is what he thrives on" (Y/N) presses a hand on his chest, laying him down onto the bed

"But I do know that he didn't expect...action~" (Y/N) eludes, tracing a finger at the center of his chest.

"Action, hmm?" he says, his voice deep and gravelly. "What kind of action are we talking about, my love? Because I am really beginning to want to do something violent to that cockroach..."

"Action of Passion, my beloved" (Y/N) reveals, pecking his lips.

"I knew he was still watching us when you stepped out of your Mother's room, so I decided to show him who's the better man between the two of you~" (Y/N) reveals, smiling teasingly at him.

Telemachus's rage momentarily softens at her words, replaced by a mixture of desire and possessiveness. His eyes roam over her face, his hands reaching up to take her hips, pulling her onto his lap as he sat up.

"You... are very naughty, you know that," he murmurs, his voice thick with lust. "Baiting him like that..."

"You would have been worse if you knew he was watching, and you were ravenous enough~" (Y/N) points out, pecking his lips

Telemachus's grip on her hips tightens at her comment. He pulls her flush against his body, his hands moving to her thighs, slowly running up her body.

"You're right," he concedes, his voice a low growl. "I would have been furious if I knew he was watching... and I probably would have ended the night with you on the floor..."

"See? It's why I also needed you last night, I missed you~" (Y/N) pouted, stroking his chest.

Telemachus lets out a low moan, his eyes fluttering shut at her touch. He leans into her, his hands continuing mapping her curves, his hunger beginning to grow once more.

"You're a minx, you know that?" he grumbles, his voice a mix of amusement and longing. "Always finding a way to rile me up..."

"Everything about me riles you up ~" (Y/N) points out with a smile.

"That's true," Telemachus agrees, opening his eyes to gaze at her intently. "Everything about you does rile me up. It drives me wild..."

He suddenly rolls them over, pinning her under his body, his hands roaming over her again.

He leans down, his mouth moving against her skin, biting and sucking at her neck, her collarbone, his hips settling between her legs.

"The sight of you in my bed... the sound of your voice... the feel of your body against mine... it drives me insane."

He presses himself against her, his body flush against hers, his kisses moving lower.

"How am I supposed to focus on anything when all I can think about is you? Every time I see you, all I want to do is touch you, to taste you, to make you mine."

"But I'm already yours" (Y/N) points out with a teasing smile, pecking his lips.

Telemachus growls, his hands grasping her wrists and pinning them down above her head, pressing her further into the mattress.

"I know you are," he says, his voice thick with desire. "But I still can't get enough of you. No matter how often I have you, it's never enough..."

His hips rock against hers, his body pressing intimately against her.

(Y/N) moans at his sudden advances "Then I guess you have to satiate your hunger~" (Y/N) gasps, hugging him tightly

Telemachus grunts at her words, her moan and her gasp only increasing the fire burning within him. He looks down at her, his eyes dark with hunger.

"Oh, I plan to," he husks, his voice low and gruff. "I plan to thoroughly satiate my hunger."

With that, he leans down, claiming her lips in a fierce, possessive kiss.

After an early morning sex, the two still have lessons and training they need to attend to.

Eventually, Telemachus and (Y/N) manage to untangle themselves from each other, much to Telemachus's chagrin.

"I don't want to move," he grumbles, burying his face in her hair, his arms wrapped snugly around her waist.

"But you have to attend to your duties, my Prince~" (Y/N) coos, playing with his hair.

Telemachus lets out a frustrated huff, his grip on her tightening slightly.

"I know, I know."

He lifts his head slightly, pressing a kiss to her forehead.

"But I'd much rather stay in bed with you all day, my love."

"That would be a dream, but even Royalty doesn't have that kind of luxury~" (Y/N) points out, sitting up.

Telemachus groans at her words, flopping back on the bed with a melodramatic sigh.

"You're right, I know. But I still wish it was possible."

He rolls onto his side, propping himself up on one elbow to look at her. His eyes roam over her body, taking in her naked form appreciatively.

"We'll your Mother wouldn't appreciate me being late because of her son" (Y/N) points out, dressing up.

Telemachus watches her get dressed with a hint of wistfulness, his eyes still roaming over her form as it slowly disappears beneath her clothes. He lets out a sigh as she finishes dressing, reluctantly sitting up as well.

"I know, you're right," he says, scrubbing a hand over his face. "I should probably get ready as well."

(Y/N) chuckles, walking up to him, caressing his face

"Escort me?"

Telemachus looks up at her, his expression softening at her touch. A small smile tugs at his lips as he reaches out, wrapping his arms around her slender waist.

"Of course," he says, pulling her down onto his lap. "It would be my pleasure, my love."

After dressing up, Telemachus began leading (Y/N) to his Mother's Quarters.

They walked through the halls of the palace together, Telemachus's hand resting casually on (Y/N)'s waist, his fingers tracing idle patterns on her hip through the fabric of her dress.

Eventually, they reach his mother's quarters, and Telemachus knocks on the door, waiting for a response.

After a moment, they hear Penelope call out from inside.

"Come in," her voice sounds out. Telemachus shoots (Y/N) a smile, opening the door and guiding her inside.

Penelope is sitting at her desk, various scrolls and documents spread out around her. She looks up as the two enter, a small smile on her lips.

"Ah, Telemachus, (Y/N), good morning," she greets them, setting down her quill. "I see you're both punctual as ever."

Penelope gestures for (Y/N) to take a seat in front of the desk, her eyes warm and welcoming.

"Ah, yes, your lessons," she says, sorting through the scrolls on her desk. "I hope you're feeling up for some more history and politics today."

"Do I?" (Y/N) smiles, eager to learn, very different from Telemachus.

Penelope chuckles at (Y/N) eagerness, clearly pleased with her enthusiasm.

"I can tell you're eager to learn," she says, passing (Y/N) a scroll. "And I appreciate your eagerness. You seem to have a genuine interest in these topics, unlike my son."

She shoots Telemachus a playful glance, her eyes sparkling with amusement.

Telemachus rolls his eyes at his mother's comment, but can't help but smile.

"Yes, yes, you know I hate studying," he says playfully. "I'm off to training. I'll see you both later."

He gives (Y/N) a quick peck on the forehead before exiting the chambers, leaving (Y/N) and Penelope alone.

Penelope watches Telemachus leave with an amused smile, before turning her attention back to (Y/N).

"Now, where were we?" she asks, her eyes fixing on the young woman in front of her. "Oh, yes. I think we should start on the history of Ithaca today. Let's delve deeper into that, shall we?"

"Let's" (Y/N) nodded, as they began their lessons.

For the next few hours, Penelope delves into the rich history of Ithaca, from its foundation centuries ago to its current state. She talks about its past rulers, its wars, its trade, and its cultural traditions. (Y/N) listens intently, absorbing everything like a sponge.

Eventually, Penelope sits back, a satisfied smile on her face.

"You've been an excellent student, (Y/N)," she comments, impressed by (Y/N)'s thirst for knowledge. "You've retained a lot of information, much more than Telemachus ever did at your age."

"We're of the same age" (Y/N) answers, scratching the back of her head.

Penelope chuckles at Egeria's response, amused by her matter-of-fact tone.

"Perhaps physically, but Telemachus has always been a bit... stubborn," she admits with a smile. "He has never been the best at retaining information, especially when it came to basic history and politics. He's always been the more hands-on type."

"Oh but, He's quite strategic, he's more knowledgeable in the battlefield" (Y/N) points out with a smile.

Penelope nods, a proud gleam in her eye.

"You're right, he is," she agrees. "He has a natural talent for strategy, and it does seem like he's finally taking an interest in learning as well."

She looks at (Y/N) with a hint of curiosity.

"It's interesting, your influence on him. Since you arrived, he seems... more focused, more determined."

"Oh no, I didn't do anything, He simply chose to better himself" (Y/N) answers with a smile.

"You're too humble, (Y/N)," she says gently, gesturing for her to stand up. "I believe your mere presence has encouraged him to become a better version of himself. He's lucky to have you."

"Thank you, Mother" (Y/N) smiles at Penelope brightly.

With a warm smile, she pulls (Y/N) into a brief but gentle embrace.

"You're welcome, my dear," she says with affection.

Meanwhile, everything was great, until the Suitors had become restless on Penelope's stalling

Antinous leaned back in his chair, a cruel smirk on his face. "How long must we let that whore Penelope toy with us?" he sneered. "Her tricks and false promises grow old."

Telemachus was walking back to his mother's quarters to see Egeria on his short break, but was cut short by the rumors of the Suitors' unrest spread. his hands clenching into fists at his sides.

"You don't know what you're talking about, you mindless buffoon," he sneers, the words coming through gritted teeth. "My mother is a queen, not a whore."

"Oh, come on now, Little Prince" he says, a sly smirk on his face. "We all know how much your Mother enjoys our company. Surely she wouldn't mind if we had a little fun with her as well as with your precious (Y/N)?"

The moment the words leave Antinous' lips, Telemachus' restraint snaps. He lunges forward, grabbing the man by the collar of his tunic.

"You touch one hair on their heads, and I'll skin you alive." He growls dangerously, his eyes dark with fury.

Antinous laughs, clearly undeterred by Telemachus' threat. He sneers at the Prince, his voice laced with contempt.

"You act as if you can actually protect her. We're all just waiting for the right moment to drag her back to our quarters, and there's nothing you can do to stop us."

Telemachus tightens his grip on Antinous' collar, his knuckles turning white with fury.

"You underestimate me, you bastard," he snarls, his voice low and deadly. "I will rain down the wrath of the gods upon you and every single one of you suitors if you even think about laying a hand on her."

The room grows deathly silent as Telemachus makes his threat. the tension palpable. Antinous just narrows his eyes at Telemachus, a malicious glint in his gaze.

"You're outnumbered, Prince," he sneers, a hint of challenge in his tone. "You can't fight all of us."

Antinous leers at Telemachus, clearly enjoying the prince's anger.

"What's the matter, Telemachus? Afraid we'll break your plaything?" He sneers, his eyes roving over Telemachus, taunting him to attack.

Antinous' words send a wave of rage coursing through Telemachus. He can feel his control slipping, the need to defend (Y/N) threatening to overpower him.

"She's not a plaything, you oaf," he spits, his voice shaking with fury. "She's a person, she's MY person, and I won't let you or any one of you bastards touch her."

"But at least, You enjoyed the show" Telemachus taunted with a grin, knowing Antinous was watching when he fucked (Y/N) into oblivion.

Antinous’s smug expression twisted into one of rage, his fists clenching at his sides. "Watch your tongue, boy," he growled, his voice low and venomous. "You think that makes you a man? Parading her around like some prize?"

Telemachus only laughed, his grin widening. "A man? No, Antinous—I’m her man. And judging by the look on your face, I’d say you know it all too well." Telemachus taunted once more, this time meeting an unexpected punch.

The punch takes Telemachus off guard, sending him stumbling backwards. He grits his teeth, tasting blood in his mouth from where his lip had been split.

"You bastard," he hisses, as he lands a punch squarely on Antinous' face, sending him stumbling back, a shocked look on his face.

Antinous recovers quickly, his eyes filled with anger as he lunges at Telemachus, his fists flying.

The room descends into chaos as the brawl erupts, fists flying and furniture smashing. Telemachus fights like a man possessed, his fury and determination fueling his every movement. He dodges and weaves through the crowd of suitors, his eyes fixed on Antinous.

But no matter how skilled Telemachus had been, 108 to 1 is still a greater margin

Despite Telemachus' skill and determination, he is soon overwhelmed by the sheer numbers. With every punch he lands, three more land on him. Despite his best efforts, he is slowly beaten back, his strength failing him.

"Enough!" Suddenly, (Y/N)'s voice boomed throughout the Main Hall, glaring at the Suitors, it seemed like she has the same idea of seeing him on her short break.

Telemachus looks up, his lips twisting into a pained smile as he sees (Y/N).

"(Y/N)..." he mutters, his voice weak and strained from the beating he took.

"Telemachus! What did they do to you!?" (Y/N) cries out, looking at his bruised state.

Telemachus slowly rises to his feet, supported by (Y/N). He winces as his body protest, no doubt bruised and battered from the beating.

"It's... not as bad as it looks," he grumbles, though it's clear he's putting up a front.

(Y/N) continues fussing over him while leading him out of the Hall, not giving any of the Suitors even a glance

Telemachus stumbles after (Y/N), relying on her for support. His body is starting to ache all over, his movements sluggish and laboured. He can feel the eyes of the suitors on him, but he pays them no mind. His attention is solely on (Y/N).

"Where are we going...?" He mutters, his voice a little strained.

"To your room, I need to tend to your injuries" (Y/N) answers, supporting him.

Telemachus nods, not protesting as he allows (Y/N) to lead him to his room. Despite his pride, he knows he needs her help right now.

He winces as he sits down on his bed, the pain from his injuries becoming more intense now that the adrenaline is wearing off.

"Oh, my Love, what did they do to you?" (Y/N) cries out, running to the washroom to get a bowl and washcloth.

Telemachus watches as (Y/N) rushes to get the supplies. His heart thumps heavily in his chest as he hears the concern in her voice. He looks down at himself, taking in the extent of his injuries.

"Just a few bruises and cuts, nothing too serious," he tries to reassure her. "I've had worse."

"No, you should never have got it worse, they never should have touched you in the first place!" (Y/N) stated, gently dabbing on his injuries.

Telemachus winces as (Y/N) carefully tends to his injuries. Her touch is gentle, though there a hint of anger in it.

"I'll be fine, (Y/N)" he mutters, his voice still a bit weak. "I've dealt with plenty of brawls before."

"No, you're not!" (Y/N) argues, her voice becoming hoarse.

"What if something happened to you? I can't live with myself if you've-" (Y/N) sniffles, wiping away her tears.

Telemachus is taken aback by the emotion in (Y/N)'s voice, his heart clenching. He had never seen her like this before. He reaches out, taking her hand in his.

"Hey, hey," he says gently, giving her hand a soft squeeze. "It's okay, I'm okay. I'm not going anywhere, I promise."

(Y/N) gasps, her breathing shaky as she held his hand, looking at him

"Why did you even fight them in the first place?"

Telemachus sighs, looking down at their hands. His fingers interlock with her's, a connection of comfort.

"He was talking about you, about how he and the others were going to take you back to their quarters. I just... I couldn't stand hearing him talk about you that way, like you're some kind of possession they could just take and do what they want with."

"And they were also speaking ill of Mother. Calling her... terrible things, saying how she's just as much of a plaything as you are. I just couldn't stand there and listen to them speaking so disrespectfully about my family."

"You...defended our honor?" (Y/N) looks at him, bewildered.

Telemachus meets her gaze, his expression sincere.

"Yes. I couldn't just sit there and let them insult you and Mother like that. I had to do something, even if it meant getting beat up."

"Oh, my heart~" (Y/N) muses, carefully wrapping her arms around him.

Telemachus welcomes her embrace, leaning into her as he savours her touch. He buries his face in her shoulder, taking in her scent.

"I'm sorry," he mutters, his voice muffled in her hair. "I didn't mean to worry you."

"You shouldn't have, but the thought counts" (Y/N) smiles, pecking his lips, pulling back when Telemachus hisses in pain

"Sorry" Telemachus grimaces, his bruised lip protesting to (Y/N) kiss.

"It's okay," he manages a half-smile, his hand gently caressing her cheek. "I'll suffer a thousand more bruises if it means receiving your kisses like that."

"You have the biggest heart than all of them combined, my beloved" (Y/N) compliments with a smile.

A small chuckle escapes Telemachus' lips, the compliment making him feel a little better. He leans his forehead against hers, just enjoying the moment.

"You're too kind, my sweet," he murmurs, his hand moving to brush a strand of hair away from her face. "But...I haven't been honest with you, my Beloved, I have to go on a diplomatic mission, to look for my Father" Telemachus reveals, hugging her.

(Y/N) looks at him in shock. "Why didn't you tell me?" She asked with a frown.

"Because I didn't want to worry you, that what happened to my mother might happen to you, I didn't want to put you in a state of panic" Telemachus admits, burying her face onto her chest.

(Y/N) looks at him in shock, before smiling. "Go." (Y/N) stated, giving him her blessing. "I know you need closure, peace of mind on what happened to your Father, just...come back to me" (Y/N) begged, holding his hand.

Telemachus runs a hand up her back, pulling her closer to him. He understands her worry, the thought of being separated from her for those few days is unsettling.

"I will," he assures her, his voice soft. "And I've assigned two of our trusted knights to guard you I'm gone, I don't trust those bastards to keep their hands away from you." Telemachus curses under his breath, as (Y/N) rubbed his cheek

"I know, my love" (Y/N) smiles, soothing him. "And I'll stay close by your Mother's side, I don't feel safe with them vying for her as well" (Y/N) added, stroking his cheek.

Telemachus appreciates the offer, but he still worries about their safety as well.

"I know you can handle yourself, but please do be careful, my sweet," Telemachus implores, his eyes searching hers. "I won't be there to protect you, so you'll have to protect yourself."

"Yes, I will" (Y/N) answers, pecking his forehead. "Safe travels, my beloved"

"Does your injuries hurt a bit too much?" (Y/N) asked innocently

Telemachus shook his head softly, a small smile tugging at his lips despite the ache in his body. "Not as much as it did before," he replied, his eyes warm as they met hers. "Your care makes the pain easier to bear."

"Good" (Y/N) answered, before gently pushing Telemachus onto the bed.

"It wouldn't just be right for my beloved to go on a diplomatic mission without a proper send off~" (Y/N) smiled seductively at him, crawling over him.

Telemachus swallowed hard, his cheeks flushing as a grin spread across his face.

"Who am I to argue with such logic?" he said, his voice soft but laced with anticipation. His hands rested lightly on her hips. "If this is how you plan to send me off, I might have to leave more often."

[morallygreychaoticneutral]

Astarion prefers monogamy.

Again, simply my cup of thought tea steeped from my game experience. Its not everyone's drink. No shame, no blame, it's your game. Warning for triggers and spoilers.

*added note due to misunderstandings.

Please notice I said "prefers monogamy" not "is monogamous". He may be up for added partners later on down the line. But definitely not any time before the epilogue in my world.

So, why do I think he prefers monogamy?

Take..

"Iv never had anyone. Not really. Nothing that compares to you."

And mix that with...

"I had nothing for so very long. NOTHING! Not even my own body!"

And add..

"You're you. Nobody is like that."

Plus countless other comments and actions and you get a bowl full of elf who just wants something for himself only for a change.

Centuries of being forced to give up or share everything. His possessions, his person, his own thoughts. Nothing to claim as own that no one else could take or touch at any moment. I'm sure if anything was given to him, he had to fight to keep it.

I think, he would be a bit possessive of anything he could claim as his own.

You are a gift to him. Something rare and special beyond words. I highly doubt he would be willing to share anything you are sharing with him outside of friendship. I could even see him getting fussy about strangers touching you. Moving you away or putting himself physically between you and whomever just touched you without asking.

Hells, even ascended Astarion isn't 100% game to share.

"As much as I wish to sequester you in a deep chamber of my palace and keep you all to myself...there is much to be done."

But, what about Halsin? He says he's fine with it.

Is he? Or is he people pleasing?

If he had said something along the lines of,

"Oh? He wants to share does he? Of course he does. I'm not up for such activities just yet, but you are free to have as much Halsin as you wish. "

I would have gone on that bear hunt, but he doesn't.

He askes you if you are wanting to sleep with Halsin because he has not been able to meet your sexual needs. And I interpreted that as he's vulnerable and worried he's being replaced for not putting out.

Imagine you had asked your lover to not to look to you for sex for reasons you are working out. They agree and you are just relieved as hell about it.

"You were patient. You cared."

Then they come along later down the line and say they are thinking about having sex with a friend. Where would your mind go?

I would bet hard gold he weighed the options in his head. "If I don't let them do this, they might leave me for good. But if I allow it, they wont have an immediate reason to leave. Halsin is the safest option given his experience."

And what's the best way to feel less awful about a situation we cant control? Create a counter situation where we gaslight ourselves into thinking its fine.

Wheeee!

I'm not saying Halsin's offer was bad, it was perfectly fine, it was just poorly placed in the grand scheme of things. If you and Astarion were having fun again before he suggested being an extra, then it would have been easier to believe he was really fine with it.

If they wanted Astarion to be a poly partner they needed to write it better. Shadowheart makes more sense as pro poly than he does.

So for me, Astarion is a one on one elf.

I am not against polyamory. I am not trying to take representation away. I am not shaming anybody for their choices. There is just not enough specific content to support it fully FOR ME. I was actually excited at the idea of having two partners in my fantasy world. Halsin was very clear and very specific about being on board. Astarion was not. And the choice did not feel right. Add a line somewhere for Astarion where he says "Im perfectly fine with sharing, darling. As long as it is discussed and we are in agreement of course." I will happily be on board with it.

[pascaloverx]

BABYBOY

PREVIEW: NICHOLAS CHAVEZ x READER

Author's Note: As a test to see if this fanfic might resonate with others besides myself, I’ve decided to share a preview with you all. If you enjoy it, please leave a comment! I haven’t yet decided whether I’ll continue writing it. This fanfic is for those who’d love to imagine themselves in a romance with Nicholas Chavez. I should warn you that there’s a possibility the reader might get involved with Nicholas while he’s still in a relationship with someone else, though nothing is set in stone yet.

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PREVIEW

You are utterly doomed—there is simply no other way to describe your situation. As most of your groceries tumble to the floor, you realize you've locked your boss's dog inside his luxurious apartment. What a splendid mess.

"Baby! Baby, don't get upset. I'll rescue you as soon as..." You shove your hands into your pants pockets but fail to find the cursed key. You now remember leaving the keys on the counter right after ushering Baby inside the apartment to fetch the groceries you'd left in the hallway.

"Damn it! I'm screwed, absolutely screwed," you exclaim loudly. Normally, in a posh building full of important people like this, you would temper your voice. But your boss is the sole tenant on this floor—or so you thought until you see a half-dressed man emerge from the apartment across the hall, visibly alarmed.

"My goodness, is everything all right?" he asks, stepping closer with genuine concern etched across his face.

"Not exactly. My boss's dog is locked inside the apartment," you reply, doing your best not to focus on the fact that he is nearly naked, wearing only a towel wrapped around his waist, and instead on the sound of the puppy barking. "Baby, I'll rescue you soon. No need to stress. Just listen to my voice and stay calm," you say to the dog, who seems to settle down.

"Excuse me, but did you leave a dog or an actual baby inside the apartment?" The man—who, you must admit, is very attractive—asks in a deep voice.

"There’s no time to clarify that. Baby has anxiety. He’ll get overly stressed, start chewing on himself, and lose his fur. When that happens, my job will be out the window. And poor thing, he’s so cute. Could you please help me?" you plead, trying to keep your nerves under control. Your boss devastatingly handsome neighbor flashes you a roguish smile, as if considering his options.

"Wouldn't it be better to call a locksmith?" he suggests, stepping closer to the door, testing how securely it’s locked.

"That would be ideal, but by the time a locksmith gets here, Baby will either be in a stress-induced coma or have eaten the few groceries left on the floor within reach. So, I’m begging you, emotional support hot guy, help me out here," you implore, your voice edging toward desperation. Your hand clings to his arm in a bid to either earn his sympathy—or steal a moment to enjoy the feel of him.

"That leaves us with only one option. Breaking down the door would certainly solve one problem, but it would undoubtedly create another, wouldn't it?" he asks, as though he already knows the answer—which, of course, he does. Yes, it would create a problem, but you're confident you can have the door fixed quickly, thanks to the connections you've gained as your boss's employee. However, your boss would never forgive you if anything happened to the dog.

"No offense, but I'm willing to take the risk. Please, break down the door and save my day," you reply, gazing into his bright, beautiful brown eyes. He hesitates, but as Baby's barking grows more insistent, he relents. Adjusting his stance to attempt the feat, you suddenly realize the absurdity of him doing this while nearly naked.

"Perhaps you might want to put on some clothes—" you begin, but before you can finish, he’s already forced the door open with the strength of Hercules. Baby bolts out of the apartment, tail wagging joyfully, heading straight into the arms of your boss's attractive neighbor.

"I think he’s grateful for the rescue," the neighbor says, remarkably still holding onto the towel around his waist.

"He's probably upset that I left him alone and is punishing me," you reply, pouting slightly to appeal to the dog’s sympathy. For a moment, Baby whimpers as you pet him, but he soon relents and accepts your affection. When the neighbor, now standing upright, lifts the dog to hand him back to you, his towel slips to the floor. Your eyes catch the sight of his completely bare physique before you instinctively cover them with your hands.

"I believe it’s best if you take the dog while I go put on some clothes," he says, his tone tinged with embarrassment. You stifle a laugh, the memory of the divine sight you just witnessed lingering in your mind.

"I mean, I’d love to, but I’d have to open my eyes, and that would mean seeing your body—practically carved by Greek sculptors—and I wouldn’t want to make you uncomfortable," you reply, keeping your eyes tightly shut. He chuckles softly, the sound deep and surprisingly pleasant. "Is that your way of saying I look like a Greek god?" he asks, clearly entertained.

You flush with embarrassment, realizing how disastrous your attempt at flirting must have sounded. "Horrible pickup line, right? I get flustered in situations like this," you confess, desperately trying to figure out how to grab the dog without accidentally disrespecting his modesty—or making things even more awkward.

"Here’s the plan," you suggest, "you pass Baby to me while I raise my arms, and I promise to keep my eyes closed the entire time." Determined to maintain your composure, you steel yourself, mentally repeating your goal: focus on the dog, nothing else.

He carefully places Baby into your hands, and you hold the little dog close. When you finally open your eyes, the neighbor is no longer there. With a sigh of relief, you decide to gather the scattered groceries and put everything in order. Once done, you prepare Baby’s special food and, to make up for the ordeal, give him a soothing massage.

When Baby finally drifts off to sleep, you remember the chocolate cake you had baked earlier. Grabbing a slice, you head to the handsome neighbor’s apartment.

"I know you might be feeling embarrassed, but I brought you a piece of chocolate cake as a thank-you," you say, holding out the dish between the two of you.

The man looks at you with a warm smile, taking the dish from your hands. His hands are surprisingly soft.

"I wasn’t embarrassed, just busy," he replies with an intriguing charm. "But I’ll enjoy your cake and let you know—you owe me a coffee."

"Am I interrupting you?" you ask, curious about what—or who—has been keeping him occupied. "Wait, how exactly do I owe you a coffee?"

Your curiosity seems to amuse the man before you, who leans casually against his open door, holding the dish with the chocolate cake in hand.

"The cake covers the rescue," he says with a teasing smirk. "But the coffee? That’s for the striptease I unintentionally performed for you earlier. Seems fair to me." His mischievous gaze lingers on you, playful yet bold.

You stifle a chuckle, tilting your head as you meet his eyes. "I suppose we’ll save the coffee for another time since you’re clearly occupied. But I’ll consider your case, emotional support hot guy," you quip, your tone light as you attempt to sneak a peek inside his apartment.

His home is as stylish as you might have imagined, the kind of space that exudes effortless charm. The soft strains of music playing in the background suggest he’s not alone, perhaps entertaining someone he hopes to impress. His lips curl into a knowing smile, as if catching your subtle glance inside. "You’ve got a sharp eye, don’t you? Careful, or I might think you’re more interested in my life than the coffee."

"Who wouldn’t be curious?" you reply, flashing a playful grin before stepping back toward your own door. "Enjoy the cake."

"Hey, I feel like we’ve skipped a few steps. If we’re going to keep running into each other, it’s probably important that we know more than the fact that you’re terrible with locks and I ended up naked in front of you," he says, stepping closer with a hint of interest in his eyes.

"My name is Nicholas," he continues, extending his hand toward you. You reach out to shake it, but instead, he lifts your hand to his lips and places a soft kiss on its back.

"Y/N," you reply, feeling a little flustered by the gesture. "But I doubt we’ll see each other that much. I’ll probably be fired soon after all of this."

"I hope you keep your job—and your spot across from my apartment. I think I’ve grown attached to Baby," Nicholas says with a grin, his voice laced with an undeniable charm. "And don’t forget, you still owe me that coffee."

You can’t ignore the spark of chemistry between you, though you tell yourself it’s probably just your imagination. "Wish me luck, nudist neighbor," you reply with a small smirk. "And if you ever need career advice, you might have a future as a professional striptease artist." The words escape your lips before you can fully process them, leaving you both embarrassed and bold. Without waiting to see his reaction, you step back into your boss’s apartment, closing the door behind you. As you wait for the locksmith to fix the damaged door, you can’t help but replay the encounter in your mind, a smile tugging at your lips.

[froggywritesstuff]

willing prey | yandere!angel dust

ship/pairing: Yandere!Angel Dust x willing!g/n!reader (reader's gender isn't mentioned but Angel Dust is gay so this isn't intended for fem aligned readers)

fandom: Hazbin Hotel

request: anon: Could you do a Yandere Angel dust with a reader who doesn’t mind/doesn’t notice his Yandere tendencies. Like they would actually like to be with Angel?

warnings: swearing, yandere behavior, reader has been kidnapped, handcuffs, mild sexual content, mild dub-con touching/kissing

word count: 821

A/N: yandere x willing!reader is definitely not something i'm used to writing, so i hope this is ok. i do not in any way support yandere behaviour, please know that this writing is purely fictional, and should not ever be reenacted in real life

Pink. Your eyes slowly fluttered open and you were meant with pink. This wasn’t your room. You went to sit up, but were quickly stopped by the pink, fluffy handcuffs that bound your wrists to the bed frame. You tried to retrace your memory, maybe figure out what you could’ve done to end up here, but your mind was foggy and your head ached, only worrying you more. You looked to your side - and were met with more pink - and tried to find anything familiar that could clue you in on where you were. Whoever lived here mustn’t have been neat, or had been in a hurry before you got here, as clothes were draped and discarded across the carpet in a messy fashion. You blinked before your eyes focused on a pastel pink hoodie on the floor. Your mind was still mushy as you struggled to think of where you had seen it before, when the door was pushed open. You tried sitting up, failing once again due to the handcuffs still locked tightly to your wrists. Tilting your neck up as much as you could, a gasp left your lips as you were met with a familiar face.

”Angel! Oh of course this is your room, I can’t believe it took me so long.” you exclaimed with a laugh, your heart rate picking up as Angel sauntered closer to the bed. He stopped when he heard your chipper voice, his face morphing into one of confusion.

”Yeah, um…” he took a few seconds before regaining his composure, “So I bet you’re wondering why you’re here…”

You smiled, heat rising to your cheeks, “Kind of, yeah.”

Were you that dumb or just really kinky? Angel shook his head as he made his way to the bed. He lifted himself onto the bed and straddled your waist, his hand cupping your cheek as he stared down at you. “I’ve always liked you Y/N.” he ignored the way you poorly hid your smile, “You’re cute, and sweet. And I’m not willing to share you with anyone else.”

"So you kidnapped me?" you asked, eyes widening slightly at his words. 

He nodded, looking like he was about to say something else, before he paused at the sound of the handcuff rattling, and looked to see one of your hands pointing straight upwards. “The fuck- are you fuckin raising your hand?”

”I didn’t wanna interrupt, I thought you were gonna say something-“

“Just say it.” he sighed. He wasn’t mad at your reactions, just confused. He knocked you out, kidnapped you, handcuffed you, and heavily implied that he was in love with you. You can’t just not notice that many red flags.

”Sorry, um,” you swallowed, eyes shifting as you avoided eye contact. You were surprised he couldn’t hear your heartbeat racing, “when you say like me and don’t wanna share me, is that romantically? Like, in a possible boyfriend way?”

”Yeah?”

”Ok, great, just making sure.” you smiled nervously.

”Is this seriously your reaction to getting kidnapped?”

You shrugged slightly, “You’re the one kidnapping me so yeah…”

”You get that I’m gonna like, not let you leave, or see or talk to anyone else?” he asked, his eyebrows raising in surprise as he watched you nod your head, taking note of the small smile on your lips. “Really?” you shivered with excitement as his lips twisted into a smirk, “So you won’t mind if I keep you tied up? If I…” a small gasp left your lips as his gloved hands gently caressed up and down your waist. “touch you?” his other hands quickly moved to your thighs, your arms, your chest, trying to feel as much of your body as his 4 arms could. “You wouldn’t mind if I…” he leant down, his lips hovering just above yours, before his lips hungrily kissed yours, like he’d been waiting to kiss you since the moment he laid eyes on you. Though that idea wasn’t too far fetched all things considered. “Kissed you?”

You caught your breath in small, rapid breaths as you felt your cheeks burning. Managing to shake your head, you whimpered a small, “No.” From the heat radiating from your cheeks and your racing heartbeat, anyone would’ve thought you’d just ran a marathon.

”Good.” Angel’s smirk widened, his eyes on you like a predator admiring its prey before it feasts. In a way that’s all you were now. You belonged to him, existed only for him to enjoy, but you wouldn’t have it any other way. You’d smile with his teeth in the side of your neck, your head empty of anything but him as he drained the life from your body. His lips smashed against yours hard enough to leave a bruise. His hands continued their exploring, determined to feel every inch of your body and claim it as his own. "Stay that way and I might be nicer."

[manjiroscum]

divine, isn't she?

warnings: f!reader x sylus, mc reader, plot with smut, creampie, sylus' thoughts most of the time, word vomit if you must. Minors do not interact.

note: happy birthday sylus ✨ made this short and sweet bc life is a bish and it has been long so i apologize if it isn't great 😩 anyways, hope you enjoy 💖

Paradise was her lips each time he tasted her sweetness melding with his. Delicious. Intoxicating. Absolute heaven in the palm of his hands. A piece of bliss.

Sylus didn't believe in gods. Their very existence was abhorrent; only fools would readily concede everything to these unseen beings for a glimpse of eternal bliss. However, if these deities had done one thing right, it would be her.

For malicious entities couldn't craft such a beautiful soul that called out to him, ensnaring his gaze and being. Forever to stay, never to wander away from yours. Wherever you went, he had to be there no matter what form he had to take on. Whether it was from a distance or nearby, he was already content by just getting a glimpse of you. Enough to keep him going. The very thought of sharing the same air was all he needed.

And if you so wished for him to disappear, he would do so in a heartbeat. Plunge the tip of the blade into his chest himself if that was what you required. No questions asked. No strings attached. If his death was required to protect you, then so be it. But if others had the audacity to poke or be serenaded by the idea of laying a finger on you, they would be fools to think he wouldn't act. What were the lives of meaningless fodder compared to you, his form of salvation in this desolate world meant to ruthlessly take what he called his?

“Sylus?”

Much to his surprise—and delight—you were quite simple to please. Always finding ways to spend time with him without outright saying so. This game of push and pull brought out your hidden sides. It was an honor to see you be yourself with him, as if seeing fragments of your soul unseen by anyone else. Only him.

The temptation to believe the fates had doomed your souls dissipated under your unrelenting gentle caress or the unforgiving nails digging into his back as a reward for his obedience to your breathy requests. A freedom of yours that he had always admired and willing to keep from being shattered. It was his wish when he blew the candles earlier, marking his first celebrated birth. Gracious he was, Sylus was far more intrigued to learn you had more in store for the celebration as the night rolled in.

“I'm here, sweetie.”

Leftovers of the cake sat on the kitchen counter. The icing’s flavor lingered on both of your lips as they tasted one another. He was right. It was delicious, adding to the testament you never failed in anything you put your heart into making.

Discarded clothing was laid strewn on the floor from the moment both of you exited the elevator. The ride was filled with heated stares, stolen kisses, and teasing caresses. The silence that enveloped the penthouse broke from the noise of each other’s intake of breath and murmured provocations. The softness of your skin and his rough palms reignited the fire slowly simmering between you two on the ride back to his place to an all time high. Normally, he would take his time prodding the places he deemed to be your most sensitive spots until you were a mess. Now? He was quite ravenous.

Despite the popular belief of his desire for absolute control deemed to be the truth in his domain, there was no ounce of hesitation to surrender such a thing when it came to you. Willingly and wholeheartedly. How could he not? It was a delight to watch you take the reins and leave your mark on him. Proudly showing it to anyone who gave a second glance.

You were in the height of ecstasy against him, pressing your chest to his each time your back arched. His name leaves those soft lips reverently like a prayer. Your soft cries for more fueling his conquest to hear it forever and see you come undone. The sweetness dripping from your glistening folds was caused by him—solely him. A rumble of satisfaction rose from his throat at the feeling of it, especially the way you clenched and begged for that gratifying release. Seeing you trying to hide from his piercing gaze, the corners of his lips quirked up as he gently melded your hands together, preventing you from covering any part of your face.

“Don’t try and hide. Show me everything.”

Each of his thrusts brought you closer to the edge you both sought, albeit he was more inclined to witness yours before achieving his. Your glassy eyes were shut, focusing on the feeling of him. Quivering, your breathless pleas morphed into hurried ones as you were close. Inch by inch, Sylus made sure you felt everything he had to offer. A way to give back for your efforts in making his day such joy. And when you made the offer of him coming inside, who was he to deny?

“Inside. D-do it…”

He never lost his patience nor his restraint. He would rather hurt himself than inflict anything unpleasant on you. Faced with such a wish, Sylus could almost hear that thread snap into two. You certainly knew how to keep him on his toes. A low chuckle emerged from his lips to which he met with yours after your whispered plea. But he didn't falter in fulfilling it. He relished in it.

“As you wish, my lady.”

Biting your nipple, Sylus buried his cock deep into your awaiting walls and came with a groan. His ears took in your moans, replaying them again and again in his mind. You felt him throb inside you as he emptied his load that seemed endless. His muttered words of gratitude echoed into your ear even as he carried you to the bathroom to clean you up. The lines you carved into his back as you reached your climax served as a reminder of the night that ended with soft kisses and a promise for tomorrow’s daylight.