#beauty and the beast pt 1

[skzthelomlhehe]

Okie sooo I'm like in the middle of tests and work and the progress to my upcoming oneshots have been slow so I thought, "why not make some headcanons?" (Frankly cuz I'm fucking bored of studying and working all the damned time) Total Masterlist

Okie so for these little imagines, I was thinking

How your boyfriend!skz would react to you waiting for them in a sexy lingerie after they had a long day at work! [Ot8] {Pt. 1: Hyung Line}

MDNI // includes smut (think y'all can know by the title itself lmao), I'm not exactly sure what warnings to include, just know it's smutty (I'm very sorry I'm highly sleep deprived and running on my 7th coffee today my brain cannot function) // established relationships

Tag Reqs:@arestoucries

Bang Chan

Ok so like- I just KNOW the man wouldn't even notice. He'd walk in to your shared apartment (idfk), his head hanging with like heavy sighs and he wouldn't even notice what you were wearing when he walks in. I feel like it wouldn't be AFTER he had his shoes off and walking slow, tired steps towards you and then he looks up and drops his jaw like the bag he had in his hand. He'd prolly stutter sumn like, "Y-Y/N...? What are you...?" And not even have the means to say anything else. He would just be standing there worshipping you, basking in your beauty and walk up to you, wrapping his arms around your bare waist nice and gentle and place soft wet kisses everywhere, once again, worshipping you. Feel like even if he's tired, he would savour you in the gentlest way possible and if he had a really bad day, maybe even cry in your arms a little and vent during aftercare (cuz we all know what a damned softie he is and we love him for that)

Lee Know

For him, I'd say he would just walk in STOMPING cuz he's PISSED (possibly at himself cuz he thinks he doesn't work hard enough or at something or the other that disrupted his usual flow) and he'd just flop on the couch calling out to you probably to cuddle. Maybe even get things heated iykyk and in this case, he'd definitely do the latter. When you walk in wearing that sexy lingerie, his eyes would be wide fixated on you. And seeing him down on the couch in his usual manspread would just get you DRIPPIN'. He would probably scoff at the sight in front of him and flick his fingers motioning you to come and pat on his thighs to get you to sit down and like his little kitten you are, you would obey without a word. He'd probably run his hands all through your body, placing wet kisses, maybe even leaving marks. I'd imagine him saying something like, "what a good kitty. How'd you know I would need just this, hm?" In this husky seductive tone (once again iykyk) and despite how tired he is, I'd think he would take his time eating you up cuz youre his favourite meal~

Changbin

Would he possibly be walking in looking like he could murder someone? Yes. Will he come home to find you like that and go fucking feral? Absolutely. Will he just absolutely wreck your brains out? DEFINITELY. Do I even have to say anything?? The man is a gentle beast. He's gonna care for you, he's gonna love you, prepare you with foreplay and the moment he gets permission and knows you're ready to take him, he'd go BEAST. And then once you're done, and you'd just be laying there huffing in his arms, he would loudly yap about his day and by the end of it, let you know how much he loves you and appreciates your efforts cuz you unintentionally just made him the happiest man alive.

Hyunjin

Another guy who would worship you, really. When he gets home tired and groggy to see you sitting like a beautiful sculpture who was sculpted with extra care, extra love and extra details, he would fold. Probably melt in your arms telling you how crazy gorgeous you looked and how he would take his time painting you with his cum and then later after making a mess out of you, he'd take his time engraving your image both on his canvas and in his mind. No matter how tired he was from the day full of work, once you guys were done with all that, he would sit down on his painting stool with his large canvas in front of him while you laid there mindlessly filled and covered with his fluids. He'd look at you like a work of art, a once in a lifetime masterpiece created JUST for him while he keeps repeating sweet nothings as he paints you.

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It's A Special Death You Saved (Feyd Rautha x Female!Reader) pt. 2

a/n: re-uploaded cause tumblr wouldn't show it in the tags for some reason Cross-Posted on AO3

Warnings: Dub-Con, Arranged Marriage, Reader is an Atriedes, Horny Violence, and some angsty family relations (lmao)

Summary: The courting becomes more and more complicated, as both you and the Na-Baron discover something about each other.

Part.1, Part 3. Part 4.(finale)

- He's a beast.

Lady Jessica stops in her tracks, her hands sliding gently across the fabric of your nightgown. It's your Mother, that puts it out on the table next to your bed. But the person, who turns back towards you with an unreadable expression, is most definitely not her. You're talking to a Bene Gesserit sister now. A freezing chill runs up your spine, and you start picking at the skin around your fingernails, a nervous habit you've picked up a long time ago.

- Have you forgotten all that I have taught you? - she asks, turning to face you fully, in the dimly lit space of your bedroom

Subconsciously you retreat into yourself, body leaning further away from her, as if that distance might save you from whatever unpleasant revelation will most likely fall upon you. Lady Jessica takes a deep breath, her lips pulling back into an easy, soothing smile. In the past, you would look for expressions such as this, fish them out for comfort. Now, as you look upon your Mother's face, it all seems to be a trap made specifically for you.

- Men like him, beastly men, are the weakest ones - she explains, taking slow steps towards your hunched form - They need the power and the blood to feel worthy of existing, which makes them easy to manipulate. Keep them pliant under your hands like fresh dough. 

She sits beside you, your mattress dipping under her weight, and your eyes are immediately drawn to your Mother's elegant hands, folded neatly in her lap. You wish you could put your head there. Have her pull your running thoughts out with gentle caresses. A hairbrush lays abandoned on the vanity in front of you, and silently you contemplate, whether you'll ever have the opportunity to have your hair brushed by her. 

- You must find his weakness, what drives him to do what he does. And then control it.

- I don't want to control my husband - the words spill out of your lips, before you have the chance to stop them - I want to love him, to support him. To give him children he'll love, children I'll love. 

Tears fall in heavy waterfalls down your cheeks. You haven't had the luxury of a good cry since your betrothed had arrived, and it feels divine. Letting your body shake and shiver, wrecked by uninhibited sobs, as your Mother looks down upon you, torn between the two roles she must fulfill. 

The more you've thought about your situation, the more hopeless you felt. The Harkonnens will never let you see your family again, you're sure of it. You'll have to deal with all the horrors of Giedi Prime entirely on your own, with no support from your husband, no friends, no family. And your children, as they are sure to come, will be taken away from you. Thrown into the black and white, until there's no love left in them. 

The Emperror is a cruel man, you think. An execution would've been a kinder end. 

- Why did you have to make me a Daughter? - the way your voice breaks in desperation fills you with shame - Why couldn't you give Father another Son?

You know you've overstepped, as soon as the accusatory tone registers in your brain. It is far too late by then, and the hands, which just moments before you've fantasized about running through your hair, grip you tightly. Your Mother's face, a constant image of beauty, twists into something darker, something you don't recognize, and you gasp, as her dull fingernails dig into the skin of your wrist.

- Your Father has Paul - her voice is barely above a whisper, blue eyes stabbing you with the intensity of her gaze - I gave him a son, because he asked for a son. Because I loved him enough to give him one. And he can have him. He can fill him with lessons of male leadership, of short-sighted plans. You. You are my Daughter. You are mine, and I've trained you well enough to conquer this task.

A hopeless pit settles itself in the void of your stomach.

You've always known your destiny would be to marry well, to further House Atreides' legacy. And yet, somehow, there was a sliver of hope, treacherously worming itself into your brain. Your Father had Paul, the perfect heir. Surely, he could send him off for the greater good and leave you to your own devices. Let you find someone to care for you, someone you'd do anything for. The thought sits in the pit of your stomach, turning your insides in shame. Still, you can't shake the sinking feeling, that if the universe was kind, you would've been born a Son. 

Your Mother, or more likely, the Bene Gesserit, stands up, a cold chill filling the space where her body used to sit. She regards you once, a stern, unwavering gaze.

- Wear black tomorrow.

Perhaps, you'll die in your sleep tonight. Perhaps the universe will bring you this small mercy.

*** Perhaps you did die. 

Through the haze of dreams, you can see him. Bare, as the day he was born, body gleaming white in the darkness of your room.

You can't move, can't see his face, and when he approaches, every single one of your muscles tense. You shift under the covers, cold tendrills of fear engulfing you entirely. He comes closer, moves like a wild cat, stands at the foot of your bed. 

The need to run is overwhelming, but your body refuses to listen, as slowly, torturously slowly, he climbs on top of you, defined muscles moving under his skin in a way that reminds you of some cursed demon, rather than a man. His scent fills your nostrils, a mixture of something heady and metalic, and, like a little child scared of the dark, you try to hide your face under the covers. 

This demon version of your betrothed sits down, sculpted thighs squeezing around your sides, and with rising panic you realize, he's slowly choking the life out of you. A fitting end, a welcomed one. Perhaps it would be better to die right now, before you discover what atrocities he plans to commit on your body and mind, after you're wedded. 

Then, his hand reaches behind his back, full lips pull upwards, exposing blackened out teeth. You barely register the glint of his sword, not until he holds it high up, above his hand. You're not allowed a moment to wallow in your confusion, as your future husband brings the weapon down, sinking it with brutal force into your beating heart.

You awake screaming.

***

In the morning, you pull a black tunic over your head, remnants of your dream clinging to you like an unwanted shadow. 

Every move of the silky fabric against your skin feels like a small defeat, and with your head hung low, you make your way towards the dining hall. Truly, you're not hungry, stomach turning and twisting, a steady presence of nerves keeping your body on edge. Your attendance is required however, such are customs, and it is entirely too eaarly for another lecture about your behaviour. 

As you enter the room, your mask of tired indifference slips just for a second, a mixture of fear and anger flickering in, and out of existence.

 There, opposite of your Father you can see him. Your future husband, the love of your miserable, ending life. Slow horror washes over you, as you suddenly realize that this demonic, otherwordly version of him, which visited you in your nightmares is just how he looks. He greets you with a polite inclination of his smooth head, and you consider not showing any outward sign of repulsion, a small victory on your part. Your Mother doesn't think so, but you dodge her sharp eyes in favor of greeting your brother.

It doesn't go unnoticed, the way Feyd Rautha's eyes drink in greedily the sight of you embracing Paul. His gaze lingers on your smile, and he raises his cup to his lips, scrunching his nose ever so slightly at the unfamiliar drink he's been offered. You want to ask, if they have coffee on Giedi Prime, but the question is forcefully swallowed down. You will not talk to this man. He will never know anything more than contempt from you. Curse your Mother's words, you'll fight this battle every day, on your own, if you have to. 

- My Daughter will show you around the training barracks after breakfast - Duke Leto announces, and you freeze with a cup of coffee half-way to your lips.

- Will I? - you ask, trying to control the edge in your voice. 

- Na-Baron has made inquires about a place to train - your Father explains, giving you a meaningful side eye - You'll accompany him. 

The coffee tastes like rot in your mouth, and you place your cup down with a note of finality. You won't look at him, you don't have to. That knowing smirk could be felt through the very particles flowing in the air, every single one laughing at your predicament. 

Despite your best efforts, the breakfast comes to an end, your family slowly rising to attend to their duties. Your Father, ever the cordial man, bids his farewells to the unwelcomed guest. Your Mother does the same, albeit sounding more honest. Paul lingers as long as Lady Jessica allows him, until he is forced to retreat by a slender hand tugging mercilessly on his elbow. A gesture both of you know intimately from your childhoods. 

Before you know it, you're left alone with the pale imitation of a man. He arises slowly from his seat, smoothly making his way towards you, each of his footsteps echoing in the dining room. 

- Shall we, my Lady? 

Out of the corner of your eye, you can see his offered hand, like a white spider living just outside of your vision. With a shudder, you slip out of your chair, trying very hard not to touch him, and failing immediately, when his broad chest nearly pushes you back into your seat. 

He smells nice, your brain betrays you, the scent bringing back images from your night terror, causing an involuntary shiver to run up your spine. With averted gaze, you turn to leave, ignoring his still extended hand. He follows you like a shadow, catching up to you in no time, as you slide through the corridors of the Palace. It's uncomfortable, to say the least, walking with him behind your back. His eyes bear into you, a prickly feeling at the base of your neck making you roll your shoulders.

It follows you, as he follows, right to the very destination. All in blessed silence, a small miracle to save this already dreadful morning.

The men, launging about at the training barracks freeze in their spots, and your heart nearly jumps out of your chest, when Duncan Idaho catches your eyes. His skin has a beautiful, warm tone, highlighted by the morning sun flowing into the room through the windows. You nod, he nods back, an unspoken understanding blooming between the two of you. There could be no suspicion of any closer bond, lest this engagement would be called off. A result, perhaps favorable to you personally, but your family would never live down the shame. And you would never jeopardize Paul's future, no matter how hollow yours looked.

- You have a warrior's body - your betrothed comments, as he inspects the blades laid out on a small table - Do you train here as well?

Small talk, you could do small talk. With a sigh, you tear your gaze away from Duncan, and turn to the Harkonnen, forcing something resembling a polite smile to bloom onto your features. 

- Yes, I do - you answer curtly, eyes falling onto elegant, white fingers, sliding over a shiny metal blade. 

- It is not a common practice here, is it? - he looks at you, eyes gliding over your stature - Women being trained to fight?

Suddenly very much aware of your body, you cross your arms on your chest, hugging yourself tightly. You don't miss the way his gaze seems to linger on the low neckline of your tunic, and with bitterness on your tongue you wonder, has this man ever felt ashamed. 

- Not common, but it does happen - your voice betrays your emotions, a sharp edge settling over your tone, causing the man to arch an eyebrow.

Finally, he settles onto a chosen blade, bringing it up to the light and with laser focus observing the way particles dance on the steel surface. Then, he looks back at you, catching you in the act of observing the prominent, lean muscles on his neck. You ignore the knowing smirk and will your blushing cheeks to suddenly become devoid of color.

They don't, of course, and you scurry to the side of the table, to fiddle with the rest of the weaponry. Your favorite training blade is there, and instinctually, your hand reaches for it. 

- Train with me.

The request catches you off guard, and you shoot him a questioning look, one he deflects with a nonchalant shrug. 

Your muscles flinch, as you drag your hand back from the blade. 

- It would hardly be appropriate - you counter, fingers fidgeting with the hem of your tunic.

To that, he tilts his head, light eyes studying you for a longer moment, until you truly feel uncomfortable under such scrutiny. 

- And suddenly you're worried about what the court says? - he cuts you off, before you have the chance to ask, just what exactly does he mean by that - Perhaps you're too soft to fight me.

- I know what you're doing - you point an accusatory finger at his chest, and the man smiles, blackened teeth peaking between his full lips.

- And what am I doing? - it's hard to ignore the teasing timbre in his voice, and you swallow thickly.

- You're trying to get under my skin.

Shivering under the expected cruel glint in his eye, as another, most likely filthy innuendo purses his lips, you turn to him fully, a serious expression on your features.

- I've seen you fight, Na-Baron - his jaw tightens at the sound of your voice curling around his title - I know you're a force to be reckoned with, I'm not scared to admit that.

He straightens, regards you with furrowed brows for a longer second, until, yet again you start to fidget under his gaze.

- Perhaps then, you're scared you'll hurt me - the mere idea is so preposterous, your head snaps in his direction - If I had known, you liked me that much...

- That is entirely not true, and you know it - you deflect again, although annoyance begins to paint your voice.

Then, his hand shoots out, gripping your arm and pulling you closer. Air seems to thicken around you, as you look up at him, with surprise quickly morphing into outrage. His breath mingles with yours, and you can't seem to look away from his eyes, pupils nearly drowned in the overwhelming blue of his irises.

- Stop hiding, my viper. Fight me.

The command, spoken in a harsh whisper just shy of your lips, turns your insides into molasses. 

His taller form leans down to tower over yours, an intense expression settling over his sharp features. Close to excitement, much too close to desire, even closer to a murderous curiosity. Your throat feels entirely too dry, and before you can stop yourself, you swallow thickly, tongue darting out to lick your lips. His eyes snap almost immediately downwards, and your heart stops beating. You can't see anymore blue in his irises, only black. Darkness covers his eyes reflecting his thoughts, and you feel like you have to flee right now, before something terrible happens to you. 

So you do just that. Ripping yourself away from his closeness, you return to the table, hand finding your chosen blade without really looking. 

Another flash of black teeth, as the Na-Baron realizes what you're doing, and the both of you enable the shields surrounding your bodies. 

The gathered soldiers watch on, as you march towards the center of the room, determination filling every step to the brim. Duncan gives you a look, which you choose to ignore. You can't think about him now, not when you have your honor to defend against this Harkonnen monster of a man. 

Feyd Rautha rolls his shoulders, discards the thin fabric of his dress shirt, and once again you are stricken with his almost god-like physique. The blade looks like an extension of his hand, as he weighs it and slashes the air in front of him. Then, he fixes you with a challenging expression, as if he expects you to do the same, to try and best him at some shameless display.

You decide to keep your clothes on, blade held high, ready to strike. 

He jumps from one leg to another, and immediately an orchestra of alarm bells rings out in your brain. Should a man really be this excited at the prospect of fighting his future wife? Should you be this excited? Questions without answers, and before any of you make a move, another one absent-midedly floats to the surface. Just how much can you hurt each other, before the wedding is concluded? How much you'll inevitably hurt each other after?

The darkness he has brought on the ship with him must be contagious, because despite your better judgement, you smile. A sharp smirk, that makes your eyes look less like a human and more like a wild animal. And he drinks it all in, as he begins to circle you.

You'd never show him your back, never again. He's a tried and true predator, the only instinct he has, is a killer one. A fact you quickly get aquatinted with, as he unleashes a series of lightning fast strikes your way. 

Immediately you realize, that small show of cruelty he organized at your grandfather's theatre was nothing, compared to what he could truly do. And still, you suspect he's holding back, as you barely dodge a nasty stab, right under your ribs. Another one is blocked against your sheild, and before you have a chance to collect yourself, third one sends you back a couple of steps. 

He doesn't let you get away, with confident steps pushing you further and further out of the center of the training floor.

Out of the corner of your eye, you can see Duncan Idaho stand up from his place. Thinking back to your last training session, you shudder bitterly. "Never fight in anger" is easy to say, when you're not forced to marry, bed and sunsequently give children to the man you're fighting. 

Panting and sweating, you give Feyd Rautha your all, twirling in place, sliding on your feet. A different kind of choreography, which seems to work surprisingly well, with his almost animalistic force. Gurney taught you how to be powerful, how to land strikes which were as effective, as they were cunning. Duncan, on the other hand, taught you how to dance. So that's what you do.

Finally, you manage to grab at his free hand, locking your feet between his and bringing him closer to your blade. It stops just short of his artery, blocked by his dagger, the clash of metal reverberating through the halls. 

The smirk he gives you is beyond nasty, and forcefully, you push away from him, as if the very idea of skin to skin contact repulsed you. And it does, it truly does, especially now that adrenaline mixed with frustration boils in your head. 

- Again - you snarl his way, assuming your fighting stance.

- As my Lady commands - his voice has a natural growl to it, made even more prominent by the exertion of the fight, and he twists his body into a perversion of a curtsy.

This time you're the one to attack first, ignoring your menthor's words and relying on pure rage to guide your steps. A stab to his thigh, which he deflects with seemingly childish ease. Your tunic slips through his fingers, as you slide under his arm. Out of the corner of your eye you can see his blade, when he hides it into his belt. Confusion hits you suddenly. Was he giving up, why was he hiding his weapon? None of the questions get answered, as a foot curls itself around your ankle.

Your balance leaves you with a gasp of surprise, and soon, your back is on the floor, Feyd Rautha following closely behind. Your heated gaze meets his, as one hand wrenches the blade from your grasp and pins both your arms above your head. The other one supports his weight, as he hovers above you, light bleeding behind him in an unfitting image of a halo. 

Your chest heaves, sweat rolling down your collarbones, and the Harkonnen doesn't even try to hide the way his gaze follows a stray drop of salt, as it disappears between your breasts. 

- You fought well - he complements in a hushed tone, and you writhe desperately under his body.

The night terror rears its ugly head again, as you feel his tighs press onto your sides, almost as if he wants to shape your flesh into the imprint of his body.

- I think I prefer you like this - he whispers, face coming closer to the exposed column of your neck - You belong under me. 

That's what does it. Your face twists into an expression of equal parts disgust, and fury. You won't give him this victory, you'd rather die. Legs tangle themselves around his calves, and you use all your strength fueled by the burning need to fucking hurt him. 

The world spins, two bodies rolling on the floor, and suddenly you're on top of him, legs biting into his hip bones. While one hand supports your weight on his naked shoulder, the other finds the dagger hidden in his belt. The surprised gasp, which leaves his lips feels like music to your ears, and you don't even try to fight the awful smirk splitting your mouth.

The shield on his neck glows an angry red, as you press the tip of the blade down, right under his bobbing Adam's apple. He swallows, for just a second letting you see the mask of self confidence slip. He has quite long eyelashes, you notice, as his eyelids flutter, a low hum reverbating through his chest. Eyes that are neither blue nor completely black drink in the sight of you. The halo of your hair, the snarl on your lips, the curve of your waist, where one of his hands settle. 

Missing all of this, too enraptured by your own fury, you push the blade further down until it pricks his alabaster skin. He hisses through his blackened teeth and you want more, you want him to scream. A thin streak of red begins to flow down his neck, and God help you, it looks like art. 

His grip on your waist tightens, all five fingers digging into your flesh through the thin tunic. Feyd Rautha bares his teeth at you in a cruel smile, one that makes you question whether you're the one in control.

And then his hips roll upwards. 

A barely noticable movement, easily mistaken for a spasm of the muscles, but you know better. You can read it all from his expression, his pupils blown wide, the quickened breaths of air slipping past his lips. From the quickly hardening length pressing against your inner thigh. 

Your stomach flutters with a well known feeling, and that terrifies you more than any pain-motivated erection ever could. Because he sees it, he sees the beginning flames of desire taking root in your center, and the realization looks like ecstasy on his face. Humiliation washes through you, fills you completely. There is no awkward blush on your face, no. All you feel is white, freezing terror, as all your defences seem to crumble all at once.

Like a scared animal, you're off of him in a split-second, and he doesn't chase you, as you all but run from the training barracks. Doesn't have to, he already has everything he needs. 

[magicaldestinyharmony]

In Life and in Death Pt. 2

male!knight x female!count's daughter!reader part 2

CW: mentions of death, blood and self-harm

WC: 1.6k words

A/N: part 2 is here! I'm planning to make this a short series though I'm not sure how long it will be. Anyways, enjoy!

[Part 1] [Part 3] [Part 4]

You sit up suddenly and gasp. You blink at the sudden brightness. It appears to be morning. 

Taking a look around you, you realize that you’re in your room. At first, you were confused. How did you get on your bed? Didn't you die? Then it hits you. The Returner's Stone must have worked! 

Immediately, you turn to your bedside table and pick up the blue calendar you got as a gift. It's true! The Returner's Stone wasn't a legend after all. 

You take note of the day. It's 10 years in the past. You sigh in relief. Crisis avoided successfully. You smile and decide to reward yourself with 10 minutes of extra sleep before getting up for breakfast.

“Miss! My lady!” Violent knocking at your door rouses you from sleep. “My lady, are you still sleeping? You have to get up! Count Balcom will be arriving shortly!”

The door creaks open and you sit up, rubbing the sleep out of your eyes. Your maid, Aida, enters. “Oh good, you're up. Come let's get you ready to receive the count.”

“Wait, what about breakfast?” you drowsily ask, still a little sleepy.

“You overslept, miss! There's no time for that!” says your ever-helpful maid as she drags you to take a bath.

You suck up more protests and let Aida continue the familiar yet tedious steps to making you look presentable. 

3 dresses, 2 hairstyles and 6 accessories later, Aida deems the chosen dress, hairstyle and accessories passable. “Ta-da! What do you think, my lady?”

You glance in the mirror only to find a girl dressed in blue staring back at you. Your hair was styled immaculately with beautiful accessories decorating it. You smile. “Thanks, Aida. I can always count on you.”

Your only faithful maid grins, looking very proud of herself. She starts going on and on about how naturally beautiful you look and that she only enhanced your natural beauty, but you stop listening to her. 

You are truly thankful for Aida’s presence. As the fifth daughter, you had little to no influence. Not many maids wanted to side with you as that job came with little benefits. Only Aida remained, ever faithful.

“Oh my, miss! We must hurry! Count Balcom should be arriving soon!” Aida pushes you out the door and you let her, albeit reluctantly. 

You never really liked your father. Not only did he give off the aura of a ravenous beast, but his disregard for the law and basic human rights weren't exactly the best combination for a great father. 

As soon as you make it off the threshold of the stairs, the butler announces your father's arrival, “Count Balcom has arrived!”

You curtsy in greeting of the man who sired you and stand up. What you don't expect is to find grey eyes instead of black ones staring back at you. You frown in confusion.

Once you look up, you receive your answer. You find your father standing a little behind the boy, talking to the butler. This must be the day Lucca arrived at this gloomy mansion.

Your father nods, then loudly proclaims, “Hey, you!” He points to one of the maids. “Take the boy to the dungeons.”

The maid nods and immediately does as she's told, lest she incurs the wrath of the count. She drags Lucca away in the direction of the dungeons. 

And you? Well, you stand there, dazed, and watch as things happen exactly as you remember them.

◇◇◇

The sun has long set, but you remain awake staring at the dark ceiling of your bedroom. Lucca's unexpected appearance rattled you. Although, now that you think about it, this is the day Lucca entered this house and sealed your death warrant by association. 

You sigh. The relief you felt this morning didn't last long. How will you get out of this predicament? Maybe, if you appeal to his emotions long enough, he'll spare you? Doing something is better than doing nothing. 

You get up, resolved to your fate. You gather up some ointment and some bandages, to treat Lucca if needed. After you get your hand on some food, you sneak to the dungeons. You reach the cell where Lucca is held, successfully completing your stealth mission.

“My lady? What are you doing here?” You jump at the sudden question.

Turning around, you see the stern face of the prison guard. How did you forget about the guards?! 

The guard stands there waiting for your response, “Um, I wanted to see the boy?” You try your luck with the truth.

“You cannot, my lady. Please head back to your room. If Count Balcom catches you here, you might not escape punishment.”

How do you get this guard to cooperate? Taking off your sapphire bracelet, you hope bribery will work its magic. “Here, sir, have this. You should be rewarded for having to work the night shift,” you say and hand the guard your bracelet.

“Oh my, my lady! You are so generous!” The guard takes the bracelet, touched.

“You never saw me here, though, right?” you say, placing your finger on your lips.

“Yes, my lady! Of course, my lady!” The guard bows and you fear that his head might touch the floor.

“Just unlock the door,” you remark, not used to the sudden sincerity. 

“Right away, my lady!” The guard unlocks the door, gesturing for you to head in.

You sigh and enter the cell. Your face contorts at the smell of mould and blood. Once your gaze lands on Lucca you gasp. He's splayed on the floor, seemingly unconscious, with wounds and bruises littered all over his body.

“Oh, no,” you whisper. 

The sight makes you shudder. You brush your fingertips over a big purplish bruise forming on his shoulder. He must be in a lot of pain. Opening the ointment, you immediately get to work, treating his wounds.

There are so many. Bruise after bruise, cut after cut and lots of blood. You treat as much of Lucca's wounds as you can. 

After applying some ointment on an especially deep gash, Lucca hisses. He must've come to.

Subconsciously, you retract your hands and glance at his face. He blinks and stares up at you.

“Are you okay?” you ask. “I tried to be as gentle as possible. I'm sorry if it hurts.”

The boy eyes you in silence. “Here, I got you some food.” You rummage in your bag for the bread you were able to take from the kitchen.

There was no reaction from Lucca—only more silence. Awkwardness creeps in, so you place the bread under a handkerchief in front of him. 

He blinks. Once, twice, three times.

What's wrong with him? Does he think there's something wrong with the bread? “Don't worry! I didn't do anything to the bread. It's not poisoned or anything,” you try to reassure him, though you're not sure if it's working.

You sigh. There's no getting through to him right now. “Alright. I'll leave you alone.” You get up and dust yourself off. “I'll come back tomorrow to heal your wounds and get you some food!”

You leave the cell hoping that if you keep coming back every day until he leaves, he'll spare you when he comes back 10 years later.

You were wrong. So wrong. Lucca came back and killed you anyway. You woke up surprised to find yourself in the past again. This time you'll leave as soon as possible!

You still go down every night into the depths of the cold dungeons to check on Lucca and he still acts indifferent towards you.

This time, however, instead of sitting on your hands in that dreadful estate, you leave the empire as soon as you turn 18. 

Sad to say, Lucca still managed to find you and end your short life.

Imagine your surprise when you're met with the ceiling of your bedroom when you open your eyes in the past for the fourth time.

You sigh. This time, you resolve to abandon the Balcom name.

Helping Lucca at night became a habit. Before you go to sleep, you stop by the basement to take care of him.

Once you had your debutante ball, you busy yourself with finding a suitable marriage partner. You end up getting married to a countryside baron, hoping the distance from the capital will keep Lucca off your back.

Yet, your plan fails. Again. Apparently, Lucca doesn't consider your marriage an abandonment of the Balcom family.

Once your eyes drift open to your sunlit ceiling again, you've had enough. It's like all reason left your mind. 

As soon as your father arrives, you're in his office asking to find a way to drain your blood safely. 

No. You didn't ask him. You demanded to know. Your father frowns at you in displeasure while you stand there mumbling to yourself that this has to end.

Your father shakes his head, clearly thinking that you've lost your mind. He orders you to be moved to the Southern Balcom Villa under the guise of recuperating. But you know the truth. You've been deemed unuseful and tossed aside.

Not that you really care. You pore over thousands of books trying to get the Balcom blood out of you. Your body ends up covered in scars, still-healing wounds and unhealed cuts.

Yet you don't stop. Crazily obsessed and focused on the condition Lucca stated to spare you. You were found multiple times on the floor in a pool of the red liquid.

In the end, the maids reporting back to your father, chain you to your bed, successfully keeping you from inflicting more harm on yourself.

Once Lucca's dreaded arrival comes, you barely even register his presence. You're sick and tired of this vicious cycle. Death, life, death, life, death, life, on and on and on. 

When Lucca's sword eventually cuts you down, you hope with all your might that you won't be met with the mocking sight of your ceiling again.

[tinybrooms]

Our Last day, or maybe the first - Pt 2 Thomas Hewitt x fem Reader

NOTE: Since part two was very acclaimed, I want to clarify that I have gained confidence and will bring more than a second part, I also want to say that this is an adaptation of the movie but with changes made by me so that the character fits better with the environment, I hope you enjoy my work, love for all here ♥

Summary: Is Thomas last day on the slaughterhouse and a pretty girl is going to help him today...or forever

Warning: Murders, Workplace Harassmen, hard vocabulary, Stockholm syndrome

Part 1 here!

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Tears were rolling down your cheeks as you looked out the dirty window of the police car, you knew there was no escape, there would be no way for you to run away from the Hewitt's without getting killed and you had to find a way to make everything as good as possible for you and for them

-You're very quiet, honey - the old man looked at you in the rearview mirror with a sarcastic smile - Nothing bad is going to happen to you, Tommy wouldn't let someone hurt you, right?

Your eyes barely looked at him and quickly returned to the window trying to control your sobs, you felt more than insecure in that car with that disgusting man, for some strange reason you knew that Thomas was also someone dangerous, his hands could break your bones with a single squeeze if he wanted, but his mere presence made you feel safe, as if you had this giant beast in the palm of your hand who would be willing to do anything you asked, everything except let you go.

-We have arrived, come down before Thomas arrives, we don't want him to find you here and get angry, do we? - The man smiled opening your door in a sarcastic way of being a gentleman.

You had no other option, so you went down carefully, the visibly overgrown grass scraped your legs as you walked behind him towards the huge house, many questions were running through your head while your eyes looked everywhere looking for a quick way to escape but everything seemed useless, Thomas should be nearby and could reach you at any second and end your life.

The house was dirty, there was dust everywhere and stains on the wooden floor that seemed to have never been polished the footsteps sounded as you entered a room where a man even older than the one who had brought you to that house was looking the television

-Go get ready Uncle Monty, we have a beautiful guest today and we will have a great feast for dinner - the disgusting man smiled looking at you touching your chin to which you only reacted by turning your face in disgust.

-Who is she? ..- the old man with glasses sat up looking at your body from head to toe while he scratched his crotch.

-She is Tommy's girlfriend, pretty don't you think? The boy is very lucky - they both laughed looking at you and then felt something cold on your arm which made you turn your head noticing how the now ''sheriff'' was pointing a gun at you - walk pretty girl, we don't want Thomas to arrive and found a hole in your beautiful body, right?

Your eyes widened as you walked in front of the man, guiding you to where he told you, climbing the long stairs towards a corridor that was barely illuminated by the poor rays of sun that came through the windows.

-Here, this will be your room come in now - the barrel of the gun pushed you in the center of your back, making you enter a room arranged in a feminine way but even dirtier than the rest of the house, it was obvious that no one had entered to that place in a long time, there was dust even on the bed and spiderwebs on the night lamps - make yourself comfortable, Tommy will arrive soon

The man closed the door leaving you standing in the middle of the large room and after a few seconds making sure he didn't come back quickly you ran to the window to open it and look into what seemed like an abyss, if you jumped out of it you wouldn't get out without a broken bone if you weren't lucky enough to be killed by hitting the floor.

You were trapped by that family of murderers, there was nothing to do just wait for them to end your life.

Your feet slid against the floor, sitting against the window while you hugged your legs crying, your tears wet your skirt, you could only hear your own sobs and heavy breathing losing track of time until you heard the door open, your wet eyes trying to focus was he the disgusting old man? or maybe Thomas?, you could notice a small, plump figure taking slow and careful steps approaching

-Don't worry, I won't hurt you - a kind, feminine voice sounded as the woman's hand extended so you could take it and help you get up from your place on the floor - tell me your name little one.

-y/n…my name is Y/n…please don't hurt me - your voice was broken between your cries of desperation and fear.

-I'm not, come to bed with me - the woman walked slowly guiding you to the bed while she made a gesture of disgust when she saw all the accumulated dust and sat you down next to her - I'm mama, Thomas is my little boy ya'know, he's my Baby you must be the girl from the slaughterhouse right?

-Yes, I worked with him in that place-your free hand carefully cleaned your cheek while your other hand held it Luda caressing it slowly with her thumb

-I see, you are a pretty girl and you look like those educated people who are not stupid like we are - her eyes looked at you with little kindness - I know what you are doing, you are kind to Thomas so you don't end up like his boss right?

-No…I…I don't - your head shook quickly, looking at her - I would never treat Thomas like everyone else treated him, I was just kind and…and I ended up here, I don't know what I did wrong, I didn't want to hurt him, i don't want to hurt no one - your crying again made Luda soften her gaze realizing what they had put into you.

-Don't worry, you see Thomas won't let you go soon, it's the first time I've seen him be different from how he's always been and I don't want you to break his heart, try to get to know him, my boy is a sweet man, give him a chance and we'll give you a chance

Her hand delicately patted yours, standing up looking at you from the doorway giving a deep sigh.

-You better remember what I told you, dinner will be ready in a while, get ready to look good.

What was happening with that woman's words, they seemed to go round and round in your head, should you give them a chance?

You walk to the bathroom and was disgusting, clearly the same as the room, so with just a little water you cleaned your hands and face, just the thought that you would be downstairs surrounded by strange people made you feel nauseous but something even deeper made you miss Thomas, he hadn't shown up all day or maybe not in the room and you were curious to know where he was.

Your thoughts were interrupted by the figure that was looking at you from the bathroom door which you could see in the reflection of the mirror and made you jump in fear.

-I see that you are getting pretty for dinner, mama wants you to come down and join us, we put another plate for you - the old man dressed in a police uniform smiled at you, rudely looking at your body to which you could only respond with your gaze towards him the floor settling slightly.

You followed him through the dark corridor barely lit by a couple of lamps and then up the stairs that made every step you took sound with a creak in the wood.

-Look who has arrived, our beautiful guest will be with us tonight - the old man moved a chair away from the table, inviting you to sit down, you just approached with fear, sitting down without saying anything, looking at everyone around you, there was the old man with glasses. and the woman who looked at you through the strands of her blonde hair.

The plate was in front of you, empty and cleaner than you expected, the song that played on the old radio in the distance made you dissociate from the speech that the man was giving until you heard his gratitude to the ''sheriff for accompanying them that night on the table'' your eyes traveled quickly to the casserole, just as everyone was in disbelief at what they were going to have for dinner that night.

-Don't worry doll, just like in the slaughterhouse, meat is meat - the man smiled sarcastically, serving you what looked like a stew on your plate.

-I'm not hungry…thank you - you looked at him with fear, regretting your words when everyone looked at you with some annoyance.

-Food is sacred and we must be grateful for what the Lord gives us, now eat - Luda looked at you, scolding you apparently she had taken what they had told her very seriously, now you were her ''little girl''

It was after a few minutes when you heard a door open but no one came in, it just stayed open until the policeman looked and smiled a little excitedly, moving his hand inviting whoever was in the shadows to come through.

-Come here boy, we don't want you to miss this first dinner with your girl, right? - The old man served another plate, placing it next to yours.

Thomas doubted it a little but after sighing (which almost sounded like a growl) taking courage, he entered with his head down, sitting down sadly and despite being next to you, he took his distance.

Your eyes stared at him, as if his face had a magnet for you, he looked different, he was no longer wearing the bloody apron, his clothes were clean as were his face and his hands, even his nails looked clean and with a pink color that you had never noticed

-Don't they look cute together mama?

-Shut your mouth Charlie, stop bothering them and eat once and for all - The woman looked at him, annoyed, eating from her plate.

-Hoyt mom, Charlie is dead now my name is Hoyt

The tension could be felt in the air, despite the conversation that the other three were having, you felt their gaze on you as if waiting for you to make a mistake in something so they could kill you but there was no way that was going to happen, your mind was somewhere else while Your hand slowly turned the spoon inside the plate, playing with the food, losing your appetite more and more, sometimes you felt your eyes get wet but you took a deep breath and convinced yourself that everything would be fine, at least for a couple of days in what you found how to escape from that place.

Your trance was broken when Luda took your plate pushing it away, scolding you again for not eating anything.

-I'm…I'm sorry, I don't feel at all well - you looked at her embarrassed and afraid with your hands in your lap - can I go and rest?

-It's been a long day, hasn't it? Come on, go rest honey - the woman patted your shoulder lightly and then took another plate and walked to the kitchen.

As soon as you heard those words you stood up as quickly as you could, almost running to the stairs, the only thing you wanted was to get out of that place and be alone, but when you got to the room and made sure that the door was closed properly you realized the problem which you had gotten yourself into.

Being careful not to make noise, you began to clean the place, at least dusting the nightstands, removing the spiderwebs and also arranging the sheets, leaving only those that looked cleanest, you opened the window wide so that the breeze from the night could enter and when you were ready you sat on the bed.

You carefully removed your heels that, despite being low, made your ankles hurt, then you removed the bun from your hair, feeling a relief in your skull and finally you opened the buttons of your blouse, opening it completely to take it off but something stopped you making you close it quickly with fear when hearing the door suddenly open.

-Thom..Thomas hi - you looked at him embarrassed, closing the blouse in a hurry, your hands securing the fabric, looking at him nervously.

He just approached slowly, with his gaze everywhere but on you.

-What are you doing here? -Despite the little light in the room you could see his eyes through the long strands of his hair.

But the huge man only stretched out his arm towards you, offering you something that he was hiding in his giant hand and making you copy his gesture but in your case offering your palm to receive what he was going to offer you.

-What's that? -You looked at him curiously, his fingers barely touching the palm of your hand as they opened, letting an apple fall out- oh…is it for me?

Thomas just nodded, looking at the other side of the room. Over the years he had learned to be careful and alert to every situation that happened around him and with you, his sensors worked harder than normal, noticing every millimetric gesture you made. He knew that you had not eaten anything and the humanity that still remained inside him made him know that that was not fair for you, after all you were there because he wanted it that way, not because you chose it.

-Thank you, I'll eat it before going to sleep - you smiled shyly, taking the apple with both hands, looking at it carefully, trying to look for any defects but it was perfect - are you going to sleep too?

He just shook his head, playing with his hands as they grabbed the fabric of his pants and after so many months you could notice his arms, which now that they were clean showed scars and wounds that still looked open.

-Thomas, what happened to you? are you hurt? - Your natural state of worry made you leave the apple on the bed, approaching him, but he just rejected your touch, moving away, making you also walk away from him in fear - I'm sorry, I didn't want to make you uncomfortable, it's just… you are injured

He shook his head, looking at his arms, quickly lowering the sleeves of his shirt covering himself and before you could say anything else he quickly left slamming the door so hard that it made the nightstands shake.

Had you done something wrong? His rejection made you feel something inside your chest, a pinch that made you sigh as you sat down and took the apple again, looking at it carefully with the night light.

What was it you felt? After all, you weren't there for pleasure, but strangely he made you feel it.

Part 3 Soon...

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[amitiel-truth]

River Maiden Pt. 3

Part 1, Part 2, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Part 11,

(A/N: If you ever see the name 'Egeria', that's you, this story was meant to be CC x OC but I decided that it's not gonna take off so I made it into an X Reader instead, just missed a few to change it)

Telemachus's eyes slowly flutter open as light begins spilling onto his room, his mind still slow and groggy with sleep. He lets out a small hum as he slowly regains consciousness, realizing that he's completely tangled up with another body. He can feel a pair of limbs wrapped around him, and a weight against his chest.

His eyes open, his expression still drowsy and half-lidded. When he sees the (Y/H) curtain of hair spilling across his chest, he immediately smiles. (Y/N).

His free hand reaches up to idly run his fingers through her hair, a warm, fuzzy feeling settling over him. He glances down at her, studying her for a moment, at the way her cheek is smashed against his collarbone, her mouth slightly open as she breathes in and out evenly. Her legs are tangled up with his, and her body is half-draped across his chest. He lets out a low chuckle, his hand leaving her hair to gently scratch the base of her spine.

"mhmm" (Y/N) groans, waking up, one of her hands rubbing her eye.

Telemachus watches her as she comes to, a content smile still on his face. He continues to scratch the base of her spine with one hand, enjoying the way she leans into his touch, while his free hand returns to her hair.

"Good morning, love," he murmurs after a moment of watching her, his voice still gravelly with sleep.

"Good Morning, My love" (Y/N) greeted with a smile.

Telemachus smiles lazily at her, his eyes drinking in her disheveled appearance. Something about seeing her with her hair mussed and messy, from being pressed so snugly against him all night, makes his heart skip a beat.

"You look lovely this morning," he says, his voice a little hoarse. His hand moves from her hair, gently tracing a lazy path down her spine.

"You're lying, I look horrendous" (Y/N) stated, jokingly .

You might be wondering, How did this Maiden and Prince make it to his room after a day and night of debauchery? Well, let's just say, love finds a way...literally.

Back at the Forest

(Y/N) pants, before pulling his face to hers, kissing him sensually after her relentless teasing, causing her to bring the beast out of the Prince.

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.

"Quite the experience, My Prince~" (Y/N) praises, kissing his nose.

Telemachus laughs softly, shaking his head in mock disbelief at her words. his hand coming up to brush a lock of hair away from her face.

"That's an understatement, my love," he says, his voice filled with amusement and affection. "You just about broke me back there."

"Who would have thought that the sweetest man alive would break under a few touches from a woman?~" (Y/N) teases, pecking his lips.

Telemachus chuckles, rolling his eyes playfully at her tease. He pulls her closer to him, his fingers tracing idle patterns on her skin.

"Careful, or I might just break you in return," he warns, his voice low and teasing. He can't help but smile, enjoying the lighthearted banter and affection between them.

"A Prince, affectionate, and great in bed, what else is there that the Prince of Ithaca lacks?" (Y/N) asked, tracing a finger on his chest, smiling softly at him.

Telemachus laughs softly, a genuine smile on his lips. He captures her wandering hand in his own, bringing it up to his lips, placing a soft kiss on the back of her hand.

"I should be asking if there's anything you lack, princess," he says, his voice warm and affectionate. "Smart, beautiful, and you just about broke me apart by the river bed... what else could a Prince want?"

"Oh, You and your flattery, My Beloved" (Y/N) chuckles, pecking his lips.

Telemachus smiles at her words, but his expression grows more serious as a thought occurs to him. He gazes down at her, his fingers tracing gentle pathways along her skin, as if he's trying to commit every inch of her to memory.

"You know... there is one thing I lack," he admits, his voice going quiet and pensive.

"Nah, there isn't-" Before (Y/N) could joke around, she noticed Telemachus's serious face, frowning.

"What is it, My Love?" She asked, a hand on his cheek.

Telemachus takes a deep breath, hesitating for a moment as he gathers his thoughts. He covers her hand on his cheek with his own, appreciating the comfort and warmth of her touch.

"Do you know that... about the suitors my mother has in my home?" he asks, his voice laced with a mixture of bitterness and resignation.

He looks down, his eyes dark and troubled as he continues.

"I can't stand them. Every one of them is so... greedy and selfish. They've been leeching off of our wealth and food for years, just so they can... stay close to my mother in hopes that she'll choose one of them to be her new husband. It's absolutely infuriating to have them in my own home, eating our food and insulting me. But I didn't... I didn't have the strength to speak up against them... or my mother."

"Oh, Telemachus" (Y/N) frowns, cuddling up close to him, pressing her cheek to his chest, trying to comfort him.

Telemachus relaxes slightly as (Y/N) cuddles closer to him, her presence and her comfort like a balm to his weary heart. He wraps his arms around her, holding her against him, taking solace in her embrace.

"Sometimes, I feel so helpless... so powerless... to do anything about it," he admits, his voice low and almost ashamed.

"I wish I had the strength to stand up to them... for stand up to my mother. But I'm afraid I'm not enough... I'm not strong enough..."

"You don't have to be the strongest out of them, My Prince" (Y/N) smiles, placing a hand on his cheek, caressing it

"You just have to be the smartest, and have the biggest heart of them all, and that's something worth being proud of, I bet your mother even knows of it" (Y/N) cheers him up with genuine words.

Telemachus lets out a small, shaky laugh, her words soothing the aching in his chest somewhat. He turns his head, kissing the palm of her hand that rests on his cheek, his eyes gazing at her fondly.

"You always know how to make me feel better," he says softly, his voice filled with gratitude and affection.

"I suppose you're right. I don't need to be physically strong to stand up to them... maybe I just have to be the smartest instead."

"You have a good heart, Telemachus, I love that about you already" (Y/N) smiles, making Telemachus bashful.

Telemachus blushes at her compliment, feeling his heart flutter in his chest. He rubs the back of his neck awkwardly, mumbling a quiet "thank you." He's not used to receiving heartfelt compliments, but coming from (Y/N), they feel especially sweet.

He pulls her closer to him, burying his face in her hair, hiding his burning cheeks from her view. He mutters against her hair, "You're too good for me, love..."

(Y/N) leans back, face to face with him, caressing his cheek ones more "I love you, Telemachus" (Y/N) professes with a blush, bashfully.

Telemachus's heart skips a beat at her words, and he can feel a wave of warm affection wash over him. He gazes at her with a mixture of tenderness and awe, his eyes searching her face for any hint of hesitation or jest. But all he sees is an open, trusting expression and a beautiful, blushing smile.

"I love you too, (Y/N)" he says, his voice thick with emotion. He smiles softly, leaning forward to press a gentle kiss against her forehead.

Telemachus welcomes her into his embrace, holding her closely against him. He buries his face in the crook of her neck, breathing in her scent, feeling a sense of peace and contentment settle over him. He traces idle patterns on her back with his fingertips, enjoying the feel of her skin against his.

"You know," he murmurs, his voice low and soft, "I wish we could just stay like this forever..."

"I wish it too, My love" (Y/N) leans back with a sad smile.

"But it's getting quite late"

Telemachus let's out a little sigh, reluctantly nodding in agreement.

"You're right, love," he says, his voice tinged with a hint of disappointment. He glances up at the sky, seeing the sun low on the horizon, casting the world in a deep orange-red glow.

"I suppose we should head back, before it gets too dark."

(Y/N), reluctantly, peels off from Telemachus's embrace and began dressing up, giving the Prince a little show while doing so, slowly tying on her chiton.

Telemachus can't help but smile faintly as he watches her dress, enjoying the sight of her body as it is slowly being covered up again. He's tempted to reach out and pull her back into his arms, but he resists the urge, knowing that it would only delay their return even further.

"You're cruel, you know that?" he teases, his voice filled with affectionate amusement.

"I have no clue what you're on about, besides, you're not even dressed yourself~" (Y/N) teases, putting her arm bracelet.

Telemachus chuckles sheepishly, realizing that he still had no clothes on. He stands up, stretching out his limbs before grabbing his crumpled clothing from the ground.

"I blame you for that," he retorts, pulling on his underwear. "You're very distracting, you know."

"I tend to be, especially to a certain Prince who I have only met yesterday~" (Y/N) teases, walking up to him fully clothed, pecking his lips.

Telemachus laughs at her tease, shaking his head in mock disbelief. He slings one arm around her waist, pulling her close to him as he gazes down at her fondly.

"You're going to give me a complex, you know," he teases back, nuzzling her neck affectionately. "You're going to spoil me with sweetness and affection."

"So much so that he'll forget to dress himself in tunic and armour?~" (Y/N) teases, running her hands through his hair.

Telemachus lets out a mock scoff, rolling his eyes, but there's a hint of a smile on his lips. He leans into her touch, enjoying the feel of her fingers in his hair.

"You jest, but the thought of roaming the streets of Ithaca naked is not very appealing," he chuckles, pulling on his tunic. "My court would never let me hear the end of it."

"Oh dear, the nightmare" (Y/N) said in mock horror, kissing the Prince's neck while his face is nuzzled unto hers.

Telemachus laughs heartily, the sound rumbling deep in his chest. enjoying the feeling of her lips on his skin.

"Yes, such a nightmare," he agrees, his voice filled with amusement and affection. He lifts her off the ground causing her to let out a small squeal, holding her in his arms so he can look at her face more closely.

"How ever am I going to survive this torment?"

"However will you be?" (Y/N) asked, tilting her head, as she helped him wear his tunic.

Telemachus smirks at her sarcastic remark, enjoying the way her head was tilted, giving him a perfect view of her neck, her face, her hair... He swallows hard, his thoughts briefly straying to less than gentlemanly places.

He clears his throat, trying to clear his head. "Well, I might not be able to survive," he muses, his voice taking on a more serious tone.

"Not without some assistance from my lovely, tormenting princess."

"Not a Princess, my lovely Prince" (Y/N) corrected, tapping his nose.

Telemachus laughs, shaking his head at her correction. He captures the hand that she uses to tap his nose, bringing it up to his lips to press a kiss on the back of it again.

"You're right, you're not a princess," he agrees, a small, fond smile on his lips. He gazes at her thoughtfully, his eyes filled with a mixture of affection and admiration.

"You're more than just a princess."

Telemachus takes a step back, releasing her hand, running a hand through his hair as he glances up at the sky, which is now a deep shade of orange-pink, a sign that the sun is about to set. He knows that they should head back soon, before the light fades completely.

He turns to (Y/N), his expression a little serious. "Before we head back, love, I have a request for you, My Maiden of the River..."

"Yes, My beloved?" (Y/N) asked, fixing a stray hair hair, pushing it back his ear.

Telemachus takes a deep breath, hesitating for a moment before speaking. He rubs the back of his neck awkwardly, suddenly nervous about asking her this question.

"I know we've only just met, and that this might seem a little sudden," he begins, his voice a bit hesitant. "But... well, what I'm trying to say is... Would you... Would you like to come back with me to my home to visit for a bit? Just for a day or two."

(Y/N) looks at him in shock, before chuckling a bit "isn't that a bit presumptuous, My Prince? Bringing a girl you've just met at the woods yesterday to your palace?"

Telemachus sighs, realizing that she had a point. He had just met (Y/N) yesterday, and now he was inviting her to his home, a place that was so private and personal to him. It did sound presumptuous and a bit ridiculous, especially considering their unconventional meeting.

He rubs the back of his neck, his cheeks flushing a little in embarrassment. "You're right," he admits, sheepishly. "I guess I got a little carried away, thinking about having you close to me..."

(Y/N) pecks his lips, leaning back with a teasing smile "I'd love to~"

Telemachus's heart skips a beat at her words, and a small smile tugs at the corners of his lips. He can't believe that she's actually agreed to come to his home with him. It feels almost surreal, considering they've only just met.

"You do?" he asks, his voice tinged with a mixture of hope and disbelief. "You're not just teasing me, are you?"

(Y/N) chuckles, shaking her head "No, My handsome Prince, besides..." traces a hand on his chest

"My back hurts a bit from the rocks and grass~"

After sneaking her into the palace and another round of pleasure, the Prince and the Maiden are spent from each other's love, bringing us to the Present.

"Quite the opposite, love. You look absolutely breathtaking this morning, so gorgeously disheveled." Telemachus gives her an amused look, a smirk tugging at his lips. He tucks a strand of her hair behind her ear, continuing to trace gentle patterns on her skin with his fingertips.

"You're only saying that cause you did this to me" (Y/N) points out, tracing a finger on his chest.

The touch of her finger on his chest makes Telemachus shiver ever so slightly. He grins, his eyes darkening a bit as he gazes at her.

"Perhaps," he admits, letting his hand wander lower, down the small of her back to the curve of her buttocks. His gaze is dark and hungry as he runs a thumb down her spine.

"But I can't help it when you're in my bed, looking so... enticing."

"You are such a... ravenous beast!" (Y/N) scolded, tossing a pillow into his face before standing up.

"Hey!" Telemachus exclaims, caught off guard by the pillow hitting him in the face, right before (Y/N) gets up from the bed. He grins, sitting up as she gets to her feet, his eyes raking over her form unabashedly.

"You tease!" he says with mock indignation, before pulling her back down onto the bed, pinning her under him.

"You think you can get away with attacking me like that without consequence?!"

(Y/N) grabs his face, kissing him quickly, pulling back with a mischievous smile

Telemachus lets out a small "mph" at the feel of her lips on his, but before he can react to it, she quickly pulls back. He's left a little dazed and flustered, and his lips still tingle with the feel of her kiss. He gazes down at her with a goofy smile on his face.

"You little minx," he mutters, his arms still pinning her down onto the bed.

(Y/N) simply wraps her arms around his neck, affectionately rubbing her cheek against his.

Telemachus lets out a low, pleased hum as she rubs her cheek against his, the gesture making his heart flutter in his chest. He nuzzles into her in return, burying his face against the crook of her neck, just under her ear. He presses a kiss to the spot where her neck meets her shoulder.

"You're so cute like this," he murmurs against her skin, before nipping the same spot playfully with his teeth.

"And you're adorable~" (Y/N) muses, smiling brightly at him, kissing his lips with her hands on his cheeks in affection.

Telemachus lets out a mock huff, pretending to be offended. He looks down at her with a small pout, but his eyes are filled with affection and warmth.

"I am not adorable," he grumbles, sticking out his tongue at her. "I am a Prince. I am a warrior and the future king of this land. I am not adorable."

"and very much adorable" (Y/N) presses, pecking his lips once more, affection oozing out of her smile.

Telemachus lets out a playful sigh, his expression still feigning offense.

"You are so insufferable," he grumbles, shaking his head at her once more. But the effect of his words is ruined by the affectionate smile on his face, and his eyes sparkle as he looks at her. He leans his face down again, bumping his forehead against hers affectionately until a knock is heard from his locked door.

"Prince Telemachus! Your Mother is calling for you, breakfast is ready." One of their Servants calls out, making Telemachus groan

"I'll be there!" Telemachus lets out an annoyed grumble at the sound of the knock on the door, his expression darkening slightly. For a moment, he wants to ignore it, and just spend more time wrapped up with (Y/N) in his arms. But another part of him relents, knowing that he can't keep his mother waiting. He lets out a sigh, his eyes moving to look at her apologetically.

"My mother is calling me for breakfast. Probably wants to discuss the suitors" he mutters, his expression a bit sour at the thought.

"Sounds like they're quite a headache" (Y/N) commented, as Telemachus stands up from his bed, getting ready.

"You have no idea," Telemachus groans, running a hand through his messy hair. He glances at her over his shoulder as he gets off the bed

"They all just... drone on and on and on about themselves and how great they are. And they're all so rude and pompous. I've dealt with better company in the pigs' troughs at times."

(Y/N) stands up in all her naked glory, helping Telemachus wear his tunic.

"Sounds like they've been spoiled" (Y/N) commented, handing him his blue sash.

Telemachus can't help but glance at her naked form, the body he just ravaged just hours earlier, as she stands up from the bed, his eyes lingering on her curves for a moment. He lets out a low hum in agreement as he pulls the tunic over his head, holding his arms out for her to tie the sash around his waist.

"Spoiled is an understatement. Some of them act like they've never heard the word 'no' in all their years," he grumbles, rolling his eyes in irritation.

"I commend your Mother for being able to hold them off for quite sometime" (Y/N) smiles at him, handing him his laurel crown.

Telemachus lets out a huff as he accepts the laurel crown from her, placing it on his head. When she mentions his mother, a small, fond smile forms on his lips.

"My mother is the strongest woman I know," he says affectionately, his expression softening.

"She always has been. She's been putting up with those fools for years now, and yet not once has she been intimidated by them."

"If I'm not overstepping, may I ask why are they here? Is your Father, The King, not around?" (Y/N) asked, genuinely lost to the outside world.

Telemachus's expression turns a little dark at Egeria's question, and he lets out a sigh. He turns away from her, avoiding her gaze.

"My father... is not here. He has been gone for twenty years," he begins, his voice low and gravelly. "He went to fight in the Trojan war and has been lost to the wind ever since."

He clenches his jaw, his hands balling into fists as he remembers the years without his father around...

"Wait, you're still quite young, and if your Father has been gone for 20 years- Oh, Telemachus" (Y/N) looks up at him with a frown, cradling his face.

Telemachus closes his eyes, letting out a quiet sigh as she cups his face in her hands. He leans into her touch, a troubled expression on his face.

"I... barely even remember him," he mutters quietly, a mixture of sadness and anger in his voice.

"He left when I was just an infant. And I've spent half my life now without him... always waiting for him to come home. It's gotten to the point where I don't even know if he's alive or dead anymore."

"It must have been painful and confusing for you" Egeria points out with a frown.

Telemachus nods in agreement, his expression tight. He takes a deep, shaky breath, his hands clenching into fists as his anger flares up at the thought of his father leaving him and his mother behind for so long...

"It was," he mutters through gritted teeth.

"It still is. I feel like I have a hole in my chest, and I can't fill it. I don't know if I ever will. Not until I know what's happened to him."

"You'll get through it, My love, one day" (Y/N) reassures, pecking his lips.

Telemachus lets out a long, shuddering breath, the touch of her lips on his helping to soothe his anger and frustration a little.

"I hope so, love," he mutters, closing his eyes for a moment. He opens them again to look at her, his expression softening a bit.

"You certainly make it easier to bear, though."

Telemachus glances down at her naked form.

"You might want to get dressed," he says, his voice low and sultry, his eyes darkening a bit as they rake over her body. His hands twitch as he resists the urge to reach out and touch her…

"Oh! you're right, I was so worried about fuzzing over you that I forgot to dress myself" (Y/N) backs away, picking up her clothes.

Telemachus watches her pick up her clothes, his eyes tracking her every movement as she slips on the clothes. His mind is still filled with thoughts of her naked form, but he forces himself to tamp them down, telling himself he’ll see her like that again later. He clears his throat, a small smile on his lips

“You don’t have to dress on my account, you know,” he teases with a wink.

"Right right, I'm just staying in your bedroom anyway as your personal bed warmer and will not be in the presence of your mother" (Y/N) teases, slipping on her arm bracelet.

Telemachus hums in agreement, watching her finish getting dressed. He knows that (Y/N) will likely be stuck in his room for a bit, so he has to be extra careful when it comes to keeping her secret. He takes a few steps toward her, reaching out to take her hand

“I’m going to introduce you to my mother today,” he mutters, looking at her with a small smile.

"What?" (Y/N) looks at him in shock. Telemachus gives her hand a squeeze in reassurance, his expression earnest

“I’ve thought about it a lot, and I don’t want to keep you locked away in here,” he says softly.

“My mother deserves to know about you, and you deserve to be able to leave this room. Plus, it will give me a few days to think of some way to get rid of the suitors while your around her…”

"You mean mean man, you plan on introducing me to your Mother when I look like this!?" (Y/N) asked, her face turning slight red as she slaps his chest lightly.

“What’s wrong with the way you look?” Telemachus asks, raising an eyebrow in confusion at her question. He glances at her, his eyes lingering over her form for a moment, before looking back up at her face.

“You look beautiful… like you always do…”

"This boy, I swear" (Y/N) runs a hand through her hair.

"Where's the washroom, I'll make this as quick as I can" (Y/N) asked in a rush.

Telemachus can't help but smile at her flustering, amused by her panic. He quickly points her toward the washroom

"It's through there," he says, gesturing with his head. "Don't spend too long in there. My mother is already waiting for me..."

(Y/N) rushes into the washroom, shutting the door quickly behind her.

"And give me some other clothes to wear! You've ruined the one I have!" (Y/N) demanded, hearing splashes of water.

"Gods this girl is demanding" he thinks to himself in affectionate amusement, rolling his eyes at her request for different clothes.

"Calm down!" he calls out. He glances around his room for suitable clothes, picking up a green robe and holding it up, inspecting it.l "This should fit you..."

(Y/N)'s hand shot out from the door, grabbing the robe before closing it once more, more splashing can be heard.

Telemachus lets out a chuckle at her impatient eagerness. He leans against the wall beside the bathroom, waiting patiently for her to finish getting ready and put on the clothes he gave her.

(Y/N) steps out of the wash room panting, the robe tied up in the right places to show off her curves, looking refreshed once more.

Telemachus takes in her form in the robe, his eyes slowly raking over her curves hungrily. He has to force himself to look away and remind himself that his mother is waiting. He whistles in appreciation, a grin on his face.

"Gods, you look absolutely gorgeous," he murmurs with a small smirk, offering an arm for her.

"Keep it to yourself for a while, I didn't rush this just so you can ruin it" (Y/N) stated as she held his offered arm, pouting at him.

"No promises," he joked with a roguish smile, taking her arm as they walk to the dining hall. He chuckles as they walk, shooting her sidelong glances and admiring her form once again in the robe.

"I'm glad it fit you," he comments after a moment, clearing his throat, trying to hide how affected he was by her appearance.

They arrive at the dining hall a moment later, seeing Telemachus’s mother already sitting at the table. She glances up as they enter, a small smile on her lips, before her eyes widen at (Y/N)'s presence.

“Good morning, my boy,” she says to Telemachus, before looking at (Y/N)

“And who might this lovely young maiden be?”

Telemachus glanced at (Y/N), then back at his mother, steeling himself for what he’s about to reveal

“This is (Y/N), mother,” he says, taking a deep breath “She's the girl I've been seeing by the river.”

He glances expectantly at his mother, anticipating her reaction.

Queen Penelope's eyes widen in surprise at Telemachus's revelation, and she looks curiously at (Y/N), taking her in from head to toe. Telemachus stiffens, feeling a pang of nervousness creeping into his chest.

His mother is silent for a beat, continuing to study (Y/N) with a mixture of curiosity and concern. Then, she looks back at Telemachus, a small frown on her lips.

“And may I ask why I am only being told of this now?”

Telemachus swallows nervously, his shoulders tensing at his mother's question. He knows that the answer won’t please her.

“We… we only met a few days ago, but-“ he begins, trying to defend his actions, but his mother cuts him off.

“A few days?! You've been sneaking off with this pretty young girl and I’m only just hearing about it now?” His mother’s voice rises in irritation, a disapproving frown on her lips

Telemachus winces at her tone, feeling like a scolded child once again. He steals a glance at Egeria, before looking back at his mother

“I was going to tell you soon, believe me!” he responds, his tone pleading for her to understand “I just… I wanted to make sure you would approve of her, first…”

His mother let out an indignant huff, her eyes narrowing at Telemachus

“And why would I approve of her? She looks sweet enough. But if I had known you were off frolicking with a pretty girl by the river, I would have been concerned!”

Telemachus rubs the back of his neck sheepishly, feeling guilty for keeping this secret from his mother.

“I know, I know, you have every reason to be upset. But it’s not what you think -“ he tries to explain, but his mother cuts him off again

“Not what I think? You think I’m not aware of how you’ve been skulking about in the woods lately? You’ve been acting as if you lost a pet, sulking and brooding and staying away from those wretched suitors”

She pauses for a moment, studying them both, the frown on her face softening slightly.

“And now I see why. You’ve been hiding this sweet young thing away….”

His mother lets out a huff, but Telemachus can see a flicker of what looks like concern in her eyes. She turns her gaze to Egeria, studying her closely once more

“And what about you, child?” she asks, her voice softer now “What have you to say for yourself in this affair?”

(Y/N) flinches, taking a deep breath, before taking a step

"I know the events of meeting the Prince is very brief and fast, and that I don't have much to offer, but I swear to you, Your Majesty, I love your son more than anything in this world" (Y/N) professes, blushing lightly

Telemachus feels his heart flutter a bit at her declaration of love, his eyes widening in surprise at her words

His mother, however, is a bit more reserved, a skeptical look on her face.

“Love him more than anything, you say?” she responds, her tone slightly dry

“That’s a bold statement for someone he only met a few days ago…”

"I know, I understand why you're skeptical of me, I would be too, I find it strange myself and questioned it as well, we're moving too fast, I barely know him, I don't even know his favorite food and yet, when I see his face, I can't help but..." (Y/N) trials off, her blush deepening.

Telemachus’s mother listens to (Y/N)'s stumbling explanation, a small smile tugging at her lips at the girl’s apparent bashfulness.

“Go on, child. You can’t help… what?” she gently prompts, raising an eyebrow.

"...make him mine" (Y/N)'s admits, making Queen Penelope's eyes widen along with Telemachus, but his is with a deep blush.

Telemachus’s mother let out a soft gasp at (Y/N)'s declaration, her eyes widening in surprise. She glances at Telemachus, then back at (Y/N), a mix of surprise and curiosity in her gaze.

“You… you’re very forward, aren’t you?” she says, a hint of amusement in her voice.

Queen Penelope can't help but feel a pang of nostalgia at (Y/N)'s words, her mind flashing back to memories of the past with Telemachus's father. She looks at (Y/N) more closely, taking in her features and demeanour, noting the similarities between her and Odysseus.

“You… remind me of someone” she says quietly, her voice tinged with bittersweet fondness

"Uh...Who?" (Y/N) asked in shock

Queen Penelope gives a slight smile, a hint of sadness in her eyes

“You remind me of someone I once knew… your personality and how you look right now… it’s similar to his…”

She looks at (Y/N) as if studying her intently, trying to determine something in her expression.

Queen Penelope lets out a small laugh, shaking her head in disbelief. She turns to Telemachus once again, a wry smile on her lips

“Seems like you have a habit of falling for the bold ones, my boy...”

Telemachus can’t help but redden at his mother’s comment, avoiding eye contact with her and instead looking down at the table. He lets out a small huff.

“I suppose that’s true…” he mutters softly, a small smile on his lips as he steals a glance at (Y/N).

Queen Penelope watches this interaction, seeing the way Telemachus looks at (Y/N) with such affection. She lets out a small sigh, her expression one of resignation.

“You are far too much like your father… stubborn, impulsive…. And your taste in women is even more questionable than his… "Seriously, boy, You've only met for three days and yet-”

Telemachus looks up at his mother, a protest on the tip of his tongue. But before he can say anything, his mother holds up a hand to stop him.

“Don’t try and deny it, I know you well enough to know that you’ve already fallen for this maiden, haven’t you?”

Telemachus swallows, his attempt at denial dying on his lips. He looks down at the table, sheepish.

“Yes… I have…” he murmurs, his cheeks tinting pink.

Queen Penelope lets out a small huff, but she can’t help but feel a pang of fondness at her son’s confession.

“I had a feeling….” she says quietly, shaking her head “And what about you, girl? What are your intentions with my son?”

"I... honestly my Queen I have no such intentions, I barely know your son, after all" (Y/N) admits, blushing.

"I mean, This boy planned to show me to you in a torn up dress, I'm not as impulsive as he is!" (Y/N) added, her face slightly red in embarrassment.

Queen Penelope lets out a hearty laugh, a sound that Telemachus hasn’t heard in years. Her eyes twinkle with amusement at (Y/N) revelation.

“Now that sounds like something he would do!” she giggles, shooting Telemachus a knowing look.

“Hey, I couldn’t help it,” he protests weakly, feeling slightly embarrassed at being called out.

Queen Penelope shakes her head, still laughing, a small smile on her lips.

“Always the impulsive one, that boy, it’s a miracle he’s still alive after all the mischief he’s gotten into…”

“Mother, I wasn’t THAT bad...” he protests, though the sheepish grin he tries to hide betrays him. Queen Penelope lets out a huff of laughter, a knowing smirk on her face.

“Oh, my boy, you were quite the troublemaker when you were younger. You would sneak off to the forest to go hunting without my knowledge, or get into fights with the other children, or even manage to get tangled in vines and get stuck in trees, crying for me to come rescue you...”

"Oh! Do tell~" (Y/N) quickly sat on a chair next to the Queen, her full attention on the Royalty.

Telemachus shot her a mock glare, but his lips twitch in a small smile. He had a feeling (Y/N) was the type to tease incessantly.

Meanwhile, Queen Penelope chuckled “Ah, yes, you’ll have quite a few embarrassing stories to learn about, I’m sure. I could go on for hours...”

"Please do, Queen Penelope" (Y/N) asked, leaning onto the table to her.

Queen Penelope smiles at Egeria's eagerness, and shoots Telemachus a look that clearly says “You dug your own grave.”

“Of course, my dear, with pleasure.”

She proceeds to regale several more stories of Telemachus’s childhood adventures and misadventures, with Telemachus's face getting redder and redder.

(Y/N) chuckles, covering her lips "My, Who would have thought that this young man was so unruly"

Queen Penelope nods in agreement, grinning at Telemachus's increasing embarrassment

"Oh, he was quite the handful. Always getting himself into some kind of mischief. Once, he even climbed up the palace walls in the middle of the night...."

"M-mother, please, that was ages ago..." Telemachus protests, his face flushed. He shoots (Y/N) a look.

"Please don't listen to her, she's exaggerating..." he begs, though the guilty expression on his face betrays him.

"No no no, Mothers don't lie, especially about their children" (Y/N) points out with a large grin.

Queen Penelope laughs at (Y/N) response, clearly enjoying this. She nods in agreement

"Oh, I assure you, my dear, every word is true. This boy has always been a handful. He even once tried to ride a wild boar into the palace courtyard, can you believe that?" Telemachus's face turns even redder at the reminder of the incident. He glances at (Y/N), noticing the grin on her face, and groans. He could already tell that (Y/N) was going to use this against him somehow in the future.

"Can we please talk about something else?" he says, pleading with his mother.

"Alright then, what are you two to each other?" Penelope asked with serious smile.

Both Telemachus and (Y/N) turn to look at Queen Penelope, taken aback by the sudden question.

Telemachus is the first to recover, clearing his throat and taking a step forward to stand beside (Y/N).

“We… we’re…” he starts, faltering for a moment as he struggles to find the right words to describe their relationship.

"I'm fine if we're still in the courting stage, if that's fine with you, my Queen" (Y/N) stated, turning to look at Telemachus

Queen Penelope studies the two of them for a moment, her expression contemplative. She looks at Telemachus, then at (Y/N), taking in the way they stand close together, the subtle touches and glances they share.

Finally, she lets out a soft sigh. “Very well then. I suppose I shall allow it, as long as you promise to keep things... appropriate.”

Both (Y/N) and Telemachus blushed, both knowing their way past 'appropriate' in their relationship.

Queen Penelope, sensing their apparent embarrassment, lets out a huff of laughter

"Oh, I can see that you two have already crossed that threshold, haven't you?" she teases, raising an eyebrow at them.

"I know I shouldn't be saying this, but your son can't keep his hands to himself" (Y/N) blames Telemachus, turning away from facing him.

Telemachus's cheeks turn a deeper shade of red at (Y/N) words, and he sputters in protest.

"Hey, that's not fair! You're just as bad, you know.." he retorts, shooting her a half-hearted glare.

"Says the one who was touchy with me without making sure if I'm betrothed or not" (Y/N) points out .

Telemachus flushes an even deeper shade of red at (Y/N) words, realizing that she has a point.

"I... alright, I admit it, okay? Maybe I was a bit too quick to act, but... can you blame me?"

Queen Penelope watches this interaction with a mixture of amusement and disbelief, shaking her head at Telemachus's sheepish expression.

"You really are your father's son, that impulsive streak of yours is going to get you into trouble one of these days," she says with a fond smile.

Telemachus gives his mother a small grimace, knowing she's right. He glances at (Y/N), feeling his heart skip a beat at the sight of her smile.

"I suppose I just can't help it, especially when it comes to her..." he admits, a hint of embarrassment in his voice.

Queen Penelope follows his gaze, taking in the way he looks at (Y/N). Her expression softens a bit.

"Yes, I can see that," she says quietly, a small smile on her lips. "But you must be careful, my boy. She is a beautiful girl, it won't be long before the suitors start taking notice."

Telemachus's expression darkens at the mention of other suitors, a pang of jealousy coursing through him. The thought of other men vying for (Y/N)'s attention makes him feel possessive and protective

"I won't let them have her," he says firmly, his jaw clenching slightly.

Queen Penelope observes Telemachus's possessive demeanor and the determined expression on his face, and is reminded of her missing husband, Odysseus.

Queen Penelope turns her gaze upon (Y/N), taking in the torn state of her dress and the obvious lack of proper attire. Her expression goes from fond to concerned.

"My dear, I can't help but notice that you're not exactly... dressed for the occasion," she says carefully, her eyes flickering over the torn fabric and revealing skin.

"I hate to say this but, this is your son's clothes, he didn't exactly give me a heads up that I was meeting you" (Y/N) answers bashfully .

Queen Penelope shoots Telemachus a disapproving look, shaking her head

"Oh, my boy..." she sighs, clearly not amused by Telemachus's lack of foresight.

She turns back to (Y/N), her expression softening with sympathy.

"I apologize for my son's carelessness. We'll have to find you something more suitable to wear, I can't have you walking around like this."

Telemachus grimaced at his mother's disapproving look, feeling the weight of her disappointment. He knew he had dropped the ball on not anticipating the current situation.

"Sorry, Mother..." he muttered, scratching the back of his head. He glanced at (Y/N), feeling guilty for not thinking ahead to bring her something more appropriate to wear.

"It's fine, at least he has the heart" (Y/N) reassures, stroking his cheek.

Telemachus feels his guilt lessen at (Y/N)'s kind words, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. The gentle touch of her hand on his cheek makes his heart flutter, and he leans into the touch, savoring the feeling. He glances at his mother, who's watching the interaction with a mixture of amusement and fondness.

Queen Penelope lets out a small huff, her expression softening at the sight of the young couple's affection towards each other.

"You two are something special, that's for sure," she murmurs, shaking her head. She decides to change the subject, redirecting the conversation.

"But we really must do something about those clothes before we have breakfast, my dear."

"Come along now" Penelope calls for (Y/N), who hesitates for a moment, looking back at Telemachus, who gives her an encouraging nod. Then she follows Queen Penelope, feeling a mixture of embarrassment and curiosity about what is to come.

Queen Penelope leads Egeria to her private quarters, where she keeps all her dresses and other fineries. The room is spacious and tastefully decorated, with soft fabrics and ornate furniture. Queen Penelope gestures for (Y/N) to sit on a plush chair while she riffles through her extensive collection of dresses.

(Y/N) sits down on the chair, her eyes wandering around the room, taking in all the beautiful and intricate fabrics and dresses. She feels a bit out of place, surrounded by such opulence, but also intrigued by the sheer variety of clothes that Queen Penelope has to offer.

Queen Penelope rummages through a few closets and drawers, eventually coming across a peplus that catches her eye. It's made of a rich, midnight blue silk that shimmers and shifts in the light. She holds it up to (Y/N), a twinkle in her eye.

"I think this one will suit you perfectly," she says, a small smile playing on her lips.

"Ooh, It is pretty" (Y/N) agrees, her eyes twinkling at the sight

"Oh but, Is it really okay for me to wear this, Your Majesty?"

Queen Penelope smiles warmly at (Y/N)'s hesitation.

"Of course it is, my dear. I wouldn't have brought it out if I didn't want you to wear it. And please, just call me Penelope." She holds out the dress for (Y/N) to take.

"Oh, Thank you, but I shouldn't call you simply by your name" (Y/N) takes the peplus gingerly, but looks at Penelope bashfully.

Penelope chuckles softly, amused by (Y/N)'s politeness. "Nonsense. I'd much prefer you use my name rather than being so formal. We're not strangers after all." She takes a step back to give (Y/N) some space to change.

"You hold my Son's affection, after all" Penelope added, making (Y/N) blush as she helped her wear the peplus.

Penelope helps guide (Y/N) into the dress, admiring how it looks on her. The dress fits her perfectly, hugging her curves in all the right places. The deep blue color contrasts beautifully with her (s/c) skin tone, making her look even more radiant.

As (Y/N) adjusts the dress, Penelope steps back to take in the full effect.

"You look absolutely lovely, my dear. Telemachus won't be able to take his eyes off you in that dress," she says with a smile.

"Oh but, He could barely even keep his hands to himself in my usual rags" (Y/N) stated, blushing as she twirls for Penelope to give her a full view of the dress on her.

Penelope chuckles at (Y/N) comment, clearly amused by the revelation.

"Well, I can hardly blame him. You're a beautiful woman, and it seems Telemachus's restraint only goes so far," she says with a wry smile.

As (Y/N) twirls around, Penelope appraises her from all angles, nodding in approval. "You look stunning, really. That color suits you perfectly."

"Thank you" (Y/N) answers bashfully.

*Penelope waves a hand dismissively. "No need to thank me, my dear, it's the truth. You truly are a vision in that dress."

She gestures to a jeweled necklace and bracelet set on a nearby table.

"Now, let's add a few finishing touches to make you truly sparkle," she says, holding up the jewelry for (Y/N) to see.

As Penelope helps (Y/N) with the jewelry, she can't help but feel a sense of affection towards the young woman. (Y/N) has a certain grace and charm about her that reminds Penelope of her missing husband, and it warms her heart.

While adjusting a bracelet onto (Y/N) wrist, Penelope glances at her and smiles.

"You know, I can see why Telemachus is so smitten with you. You're a delightful young lady."

"Thank you so much, Lady Penelope" (Y/N) thanks once more, touching her arm bracelet.

As (Y/N) touches the silver snake arm bracelet, Penelope's observant eyes don't miss the intricate detail and sparkle of the gemstone.

Curiosity piqued, she tilts her head slightly and asks, "That bracelet, it's quite lovely. Where did you get it from, my dear?"

"Oh, this? I once heard that it belonged to my Mother, I don't remember her much but before I lived on my own, my Aunt used to say that she's a wonderful woman, and that this was a gift to her from my Father" (Y/N) answers, holding up her arm to Penelope to let her see it more in detail.

Penelope takes (Y/N) hand into her own, admiring the bracelet closely. She gently traces the surface of the ruby gemstones, appreciating the craftsmanship.

"It is a beautiful piece. Your mother must have been a very special woman to have been gifted something as exquisite as this." Penelope glances up at (Y/N), a thoughtful look in her eyes.

"And your father? What of him? Do you know anything about him?"

(Y/N)'s eyes widen, before frowning, looking to the side with a scowl

"...I wish to forget about him" (Y/N) mutters, a bit of anger in her eyes

Penelope sees the anger and pain in (Y/N)'s expression, and her heart goes out to the young woman. She gives (Y/N)'s hand a comforting squeeze.

She nods in understanding, having experienced a bit of her own family strife herself.

"It seems we have that in common, my dear. I know what it's like to have a difficult relationship with one's father," she says gently.

"You do?" (Y/N) asked, looking at her in shock

Penelope nods, a sad smile tugging at the corners of her lips.

"Yes, I do. My own father and I had a strained relationship. He was a strict man, never satisfied with my actions or decisions. It was a challenge growing up under his shadow." She lets out an exhale, a bit of bitterness seeping into her voice.

"I can relate to the pain and anger you feel towards your own father."

(Y/N) grew quiet, holding Penelope's hand, before squeezing it gently

"Thank you...for seeing my pain"

Penelope squeezes (Y/N)'s hand back, her expression sympathetic and understanding.

"You're very welcome, my dear. I know what it's like to feel alone and unheard when it comes to family. I don't want you to carry that burden alone."She looks (Y/N) in the eye, her gaze filled with warmth and sincerity.

"You are not alone. You have Telemachus, and you have me now."

(Y/N)'s eyes began to tear up, it felt like she finally had a mother to rely on.

Penelope notices the tears welling up in (Y/N)'s eyes and can feel the emotional weight of the moment. She gently pulls her into a tender embrace, wrapping her arms around her.

"Shh, it's okay," she soothes, her voice filled with compassion.

"You are free to cry, to feel. I'm here for you now. I'll be the mother you never had."

"Thank you, Thank you so much" (Y/N) held onto her like a life line, burying her face onto Penelope's warm chest

Penelope holds (Y/N) close, her hands rubbing gentle, reassuring circles on her back. She can feel the young woman's sobs wracking through her body.

"It's alright, my dear. Let it all out. I'm here for you."

She continues to cradle (Y/N), offering comfort and support, as if she were her own daughter.

As Penelope holds (Y/N) in her arms, she can't help but wonder how such a kind and lovely young woman could have endured so much pain in her life. She runs her fingers through her hair, a gentle, maternal gesture.

"You have such a kind and pure heart, my dear," she murmurs, her voice soft yet firm.

"It's hard to imagine what you must have endured to make you so weary and broken."

(Y/N) sniffles, leaning back, wiping her tears with her wrist as she looks at Penelope "Is it alright if I call you Mother instead?"

Penelope's heart swells with affection at (Y/N)'s question. She gently cups the young woman's face in her hands

"Oh, my sweet girl," she says, her voice tinged with emotion. "Of course you can. It would bring me great joy to hear you call me 'Mother.' You are already like a daughter to me."

"Thank you, Thank you so much, you and your son barely knew me, but you gladly accepted me, I can't Thank you enough" (Y/N) hiccups, leaning onto Penelope's hands.

Penelope softly chuckles, a few tears of her own falling from her eyes. She gently wipes away (Y/N)'s tears with her thumbs.

"There's no need to thank me, my dear. It's only natural for me to want to provide you with the motherly love and support you deserve, especially considering your own father." She pulls (Y/N) in for another warm embrace.

"You are worth it, my sweet girl. Never doubt that."

(A/N: GOD DAMN THAT'S LONG)

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Writing Notes: Medieval Beasts

for your next poem/story (pt. 1)

Aeriophylon - a bird seldom seen because it flies above the clouds; if it is captured while still young, it can be trained as a hunter, and will stay with the person who raised it without being confined

Barnacle goose - grow from trees; the young birds hang from their beaks from the trees; when the birds are mature enough, they fall from the trees; any that fall into the water float and are safe, but those that fall on land die

Caladrius - an all-white bird that lives in the king's house; if it looks into the face of a sick man, it means that he will live, but if it looks away, the sick man will die of his illness; to cure the sick man, it looks at him, and drawing the sickness into itself, flies up toward the sun, where the disease is burned up and destroyed

Dipsa - a serpent so small it is not seen before it is stepped on, and so poisonous, anyone it bites dies before he feels the bite

Echeneis - a fish, half a foot in length, that clings to ships and delays their passage; when this fish attaches to a ship, even in the high winds of a storm the ship will not move, but seems to be rooted in the sea; found in the Indian Sea

Goldfinch - a bird that eats thorns and thistles

Hercinia - a bird that serves as a beacon for travelers because its feathers glow so brightly in the dark that they light up the path

Isida - a small bird with beautiful green, blue, sapphire and red feathers; it is said that if you remove the bird's skin with the feathers still attached and stick it to a wall, the feathers will continue to change as though the skin was still alive

Jaculus - a serpent that can fly; hides in a tree until an animal passes underneath, and then it throws itself down on the animal and kills it

Kingfisher - a bird that calms sea storms; at mid-winter, when the sea storms are strongest, the kingfisher lays its eggs in the sand on the shore. For 7 days it hatches the eggs, and for an additional 7 days it nourishes them. During those 14 days the sea remains calm, unnaturally for the season. Sailors know that during this time they will not be threatened by storms, and call this the "halcyon days" after the Latin name of the kingfisher, "halcyon".

Source ⚜ Writing Notes & References ⚜ More: Medieval Period

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PLEASE PART TWO OF THAT NICO DI ANGELO FIC

I'm not even a fan nor do I know anything about the PJO series but that.. THAT fic makes me wanna start reading it

Sword Fighting Pt. 2 (Nico Di Angelo x Son of Aphrodite)

Part 1 can be found here, however, you don't need to read it to understand this.

tags: love confessions, Nico being overprotective, near-death experience, takes place during The Blood of Olympus, reader is injured (badly)

Time was something demigods rarely had, and Nico di Angelo had lived long enough to know that it always slipped through their fingers. He never planned to reveal his feelings for you, the son of Aphrodite, but as Gaea rose from her slumber and the earth itself raged in the final battle, regret gnawed at him.

He should’ve told you.

The battlefield was a maelstrom of chaos—monsters falling, demigods fighting with every last bit of strength they had left. The air was thick with dust and the stench of death, but through it all, Nico’s eyes sought you. You moved like a whirlwind, graceful and deadly, wielding your twin blades with a skill that defied your heritage.

Even now, in the heart of war, there was a terrible beauty to how you fought—fluid, precise, unstoppable. Nico's breath hitched as he watched you, his heart pounding in a way that had nothing to do with the battle around him. He had seen many things in his life—gods, monsters, and the depths of the Underworld—but he'd never seen anything as beautiful as you.

For a moment, it seemed like the battle was turning in their favor. The monsters were thinning, their numbers dwindling under the combined might of Camp Half-Blood and Camp Jupiter. Nico’s heart pounded with a glimmer of hope. Maybe—just maybe—they had a chance.

Then it happened.

As the demigods paused to catch their breath, thinking they had won, a final foe—enormous, armored, and ancient—rose from the shadows, roaring with fury. The beast lunged, aiming straight for Hazel, its jagged weapon raised for a killing blow.

You didn’t hesitate. Without a second thought, you threw yourself between the beast and Hazel. Nico saw it as if in slow motion—how your eyes flashed with determination and your blade shone in the sun as you swung to kill the beast before a sickening crunch echoed across the battlefield. You had saved Hazel, but you had also been stuck, crumpling to the ground, your blood spilling across the earth.

“No!” Nico’s voice tore through the chaos, a raw cry filled with panic and horror. He barely felt his feet moving as he sprinted toward you. He reached your side in what felt like an eternity, falling to his knees beside you. Blood stained through your armor, dark and thick, pooling beneath your body. Your face was pale, lips quivering as you struggled to draw breath.

“Nico…” you gasped, your voice barely a whisper, eyes fluttering.

“No, no, no stay with me.” Nico pleaded, his hands trembling as he pressed them against your wound, desperately trying to stop the bleeding. Around him, the other demigods rushed to your side—they moved quickly, but it felt agonizingly slow to Nico. The son of Aphrodite was barely conscious as Percy and Jason lifted him gently, careful not to jostle his broken form too much.

Hazel, pale with guilt and worry, led the way back to the makeshift camp they had set up behind the front lines. It was a patch of relative calm amidst the chaos of war, but Nico’s heart hammered in his chest like a storm.

“Will!” Nico screamed, his voice tight with fear. The blond healer turned around and paled upon seeing your state—ushering Percy and Jason to lay you in an empty bed.

“This is bad,” Will muttered, his voice hushed, trying to keep his composure as he assessed your chest. He pressed a glowing hand to your wound, his brow furrowed in concentration, but he shook his head slightly. “The weapon must’ve been enchanted—it’s deeper than it looks, and it’s not healing like it should.”

Nico’s throat tightened. “You can heal it though, right? You have to.”

Will glanced at Nico, his expression shadowed with doubt. “I don’t know, Nico. This kind of wound…” He trailed off, shaking his head. “I’ll do everything I can.” His grip on your hand tightened as Will began his work, the faint golden glow of healing energy surrounding your body, but Nico could tell it wasn’t enough.

Hours passed, and Will pushed himself to the limit, alternating between ambrosia, nectar, and healing magic, trying everything he knew. But still, your breathing was shallow, and the wound stubbornly refused to fully close. Nico stayed by your side the entire time, refusing to move, barely blinking as he watched every flicker of your face for a sign of improvement.

The others came and went—between the battle's cleanup and burning of shrouds—they all offered words of comfort, but Nico barely registered them. His world had narrowed to the cot where you lay, your face pale and peaceful as if already slipping into the void.

Days blurred together. Each dawn brought a renewed wave of dread, as Nico feared you wouldn’t wake up. Every breath you took seemed a miracle, but it wasn’t enough. Ambrosia was fed to you sparingly, Will careful not to overuse it. Every time you twitched or murmured in your sleep, Nico’s heart leapt, only to sink again when you didn’t stir beyond that.

He never left your side.

“Nico you need to rest,” Will urged gently, exhaustion lining his own features. “You’ve been here for days. You can’t keep going like this.”

Nico shook his head. “I’m not leaving him.”

Will opened his mouth to argue but stopped. He knew better than to push Nico. The look in his eyes—dark, haunted—was enough to silence any protest. He had seen that look before, in the faces of those who had lost too much already, those who were on the edge of breaking. “Okay.” Will said softly, placing a reassuring hand on Nico’s shoulder before stepping out of the tent. His footsteps faded, leaving the ghost king alone in the dimly lit space.

Nico leaned forward, resting his forehead on the back of your hand. His body was heavy with exhaustion, every muscle aching from his own battle wounds and malnutrition, not having eaten anything in days, but he couldn't leave. Nico wouldn't. The thought of walking away, even for a moment, felt like abandonment—like if he left your side, you might slip away for good. And that…that was something Nico couldn’t bear.

“I convinced myself there was time to tell you how I felt,” Nico said, his voice cracking, each word feeling like it was pulled from a wound too deep to close. “But now…now it might be too late.”

His breath hitched, and he squeezed your hand tighter, as if holding onto you physically would stop you from slipping away. He could feel the faint warmth of your skin, but it wasn’t enough. It didn’t feel real—none of this did. You were so still, your chest rising and falling with shallow, labored breaths. The strong, brilliant demigod he admired—no, loved—reduced to this fragile, fading presence in the cot before him.

Nico swallowed hard, the ache in his chest nearly unbearable. "I should’ve told you the moment I realized. I should’ve been braver. But I was scared. Scared that you wouldn’t feel the same, or worse—that if I let you in, you’d leave me. Like Bianca did."

The name hung heavy in the air, thick with old grief. His sister. His rock. The one person who had ever made him feel less alone—until you came along. Losing her had shattered him in ways he’d never fully recovered from, and the thought of losing you now? It was a nightmare he couldn’t endure.

“I couldn’t handle it,” Nico whispered, his voice trembling as the confession spilled out. “If you leave me, I don’t know if I’ll survive it. Not again. I’m not strong enough to go through that again.”

The dam broke, and the words came faster, more desperate. “I swear, if you die on me, I’ll follow you. I don’t care what Will or anyone says. I’ll follow you to Elysium if I have to." He pressed his forehead against the back of your hand, his body shaking with the effort of holding back tears. "I love you. I should’ve said it before. I love you, and I’m not ready to let you go."

For a moment, the world seemed to hold its breath. Nico stayed perfectly still, the weight of his confession hanging between you, the silence around him thick and unbearable. Then, faintly, a shift—a movement so small Nico almost didn’t notice it. Your fingers twitched beneath his.

His eyes snapped open, and he lifted his head in disbelief. A soft, rasping sound reached his ears. “Nico…” His heart lurched. Your eyes fluttered open, bleary and filled with pain, but undeniably alive. You coughed weakly, wincing at the movement, but your lips curled into a faint smile. “I wouldn’t do that to you.”

Nico froze, staring at you as if you were a ghost. The relief hit him so suddenly that he couldn’t breathe. “You’re awake…” His voice was barely a whisper, disbelief coloring every word.

Your smile widened just a fraction, though it was strained with effort. “You didn’t think I’d leave you, did you?”

Nico’s relief was overwhelming, but it didn’t come without an edge of something sharper. Anger, bitter and cold, began to surface as he stared at you, still fragile but alive. The thought of how close you came to dying—how close he came to losing you—made his chest tighten painfully.

He pulled back, his expression hardening, the words spilling out before he could stop them. “What the hell were you thinking!? You nearly died out there!”

You blinked, still groggy but more aware now, and gave a weak smile. “Someone had to, right?” you rasped, trying to lighten the tension, but Nico wasn’t having it.

“That’s not the point!” Nico’s voice was louder than he intended, eyes burning with something between fury and heartbreak. “You could’ve died. You almost did."

Your smile widened, even as you winced at the effort. “You would’ve done the same thing,” you said, your voice hoarse but filled with that infuriating calmness. “If it had been you, and Hazel was in danger, you wouldn’t have hesitated.”

Nico froze, his jaw clenching as the truth of your words settled over him. He wanted to argue, to shout at you for being reckless and careless with your life, but he couldn’t. You were right, and that only made it worse. If the roles were reversed, Nico knew, deep down, that he would’ve done exactly the same thing.

You smirked at his silence, clearly pleased with yourself. “See?” you said softly, your voice still weak but playful. “I know you, di Angelo.”

Nico scowled, but his anger was already slipping away, replaced by something warmer, something he couldn’t quite name but felt deep in his bones. He didn’t reply to your teasing, didn’t trust himself to say anything without his emotions spilling over again. Instead, he just shook his head and muttered, “You’re impossible.”

You laughed, though it quickly turned into a pained cough. Nico’s heart clenched again, his worry returning in full force. “I don’t care what you think,” He said after a moment, his voice quieter now, but still laced with intensity. “Next time, don’t throw your life away for anyone. Not Hazel. Not even me.”

You met his gaze, your smile softening. “I won’t.” you said, though the glint in your eyes told him you were lying. Nico didn’t reply to that. He knew you too well—knew that your words were empty promises. But for now, you were alive, and that was all that mattered.

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How the AOT men love you (SFW & slight NSFW).. PT 1

MINORS: Please DNI. Further reading means you consent to reading everything here, though it's pretty vanilla tbh.

EREN - A bit rough around the edges regarding emotional intimacy. Don't get me wrong, he definitely will straight up tell you "I love you so much, y/n," -- he's not afraid of saying what he feels. However, because he isn't as reflective and insightful and calm as Armin is (Eren's a little more simple-minded), he isn't a guy who does fluffy stuff all the time. He's more about action and adventure -- always pulling you into the next great thing.

*NEEDS* you to be safe, and happy. He will only feel satisfied if you're doing okay. Man cares about you, more than anything else.

Oh .. oh, Eren is definitely very blunt, and stubborn. He sees things in his own way, and it's hard to convince him to back down on anything he's got his mind set to. However, the flip side of this, is that he is fiercely caring, and righteous. Will protect you at all costs, even for little things: Some as*hole at the grocery store cut you off in line and you almost fell to the ground? Eren has a hand on your back and waist, steadying you, before he storms up to the man with the DARKEST look of determined hatred. This man has ZERO chill. (and we love him for it).

You are the most important thing in the world to him. He loves you so intensely and passionately that you won't have a chance to ever doubt it.

Fluff 1) You and Eren like to go on walks/runs together. Sometimes you two have races. Eren always wins (the little b*tch--) or ends up slinging you across his shoulder while running, the biggest smile on both of your faces as you two enjoy the rush of being with each other, and life. Life with Eren is just so right, exciting, and full of good times.

Fluff 2) Just how many beautiful waterfalls have you seen with Eren? You've even hiked a purple-flower covered mountain with him! And you've both tried many wild fruits, from the strange oblong shaped ones to pretty yellow star shaped ones-- Usually you were the one to notice the fruit while Eren glanced giddily all around the forest canopy and ground. It was tradition that whenever you two discovered another fruit plant/tree, Eren opens up the Wild Fruits and Plants You Can Eat book, gifted to you by Armin ("So that Eren doesn't accidentally eat something poisonous.") Sometimes Eren is not as bouncy with energy when you two explore the world, and instead he will hold your hand as you two stroll casually, cuddling up on each other's warmth.

NSFW 1) Eren isn't afraid to just.. straight up ask you.. when he wants it. He will look you up and down, eyes full of hunger. "I want you. How 'bout you?" Whewwww. 😮‍💨

LEVI - ohh boy i have so much to say about this little dude...

Would go absolutely crazy and turn into a battle demon, if he saw the love of his life in danger. ...

If Levi somehow found the right somebody, and actually spent enough time with them to be in a relationship, he would NEED his partner to be safe. He will not risk losing you-- he won't. Not after Isabel and Farlan..not again. So if you're ever in danger, you will see an overpowered beast emerge from that man's body and soul.

Levi isn't the best at emotional intimacy, is very stiff when it comes to words of affirmation. He hadn't ever really thought about love. He never even thought he'd have the option to be safe physically, let alone be safe emotionally. --But when he does meet that person, they light up his life in ways that just stun him. They feel like a summer's glow. He will look 10 years younger with you by his side, will feel unprecedented relief whenever he goes back to you. Will scare all the cadets because he will have this stupid smile on his face whenever he sees you.

--But Levi is not used to being loved deeply. He wouldn't know what to DO with your love, and he'd definitely have trouble opening up and being vulnerable. Nonetheless, I do think he'd try; he has initiative to do well to you, and to give you everything he can give to you (starts off with him being your literal guardian demon, progresses into him becoming soft to you). It'd take time and effort for him to learn how to love you properly.

Fluff 1) In the beginning stages of your relationship, Levi would enjoy cleaning with you. He would find himself giving you commands to do more chores (with him).. because he -- wants to -- be with you -- so often??? (won't ever never admit this).

NSFW 1) Levi is a v*rgin. Yes. Yes he (most likely) is. He never met the right person before you, so he never had a chance/time to indulge in s*x. The first time you and Levi have s*x, Levi will have his mouth CLAMPED shut-- trying not to make a noise, trying to control his expressions of pleasure. You'll have to teach him/encourage him to just let go lol.

NSFW 2) Levi wanted to have s*x with you for so damn long cause he's soooo attracted to you, but he will not initiate it LOLLLL. He just doesn't know HOW to ask for that. You had to feel up on him and really let him know you wanted it (breathy whispers and requests), before he FINALLY took the reigns and pinned you against the wall, kissing you hard before taking you to the bedroom~~!!

Also, he's a fast learner. (Imagine with that what you will 🥵).

Fluff 3) & After you two finish, he will clean you up immediately. But after that he won't let you go. Will hold you in a hug for an eternity. Is addicted to your warmth and the love/care you two give to each other.

ARMIN - OH MY GOD NO BECAUSE - i'm so in love with this man - oKAYYY: Armin is a very thoughtful, perceptive, and practical lover. You would feel *so safe* around him, at ease, and like you can be your full self. He's very accepting.

Armin is also going to *look out for you.* He is insanely analytically accurate. He has a clear, reassuring, and gentle energy about him. You know that with Armin, you'll be protected from any new obstacle or harm's way.

You and Armin would see the world for fun. Armin is somebody who feels fascinated with exploring the world, and with learning. He'd probably want a partner who is brave. He'd probably want somebody whose actions or way of doing life, amaze him. He would be so f*cking blushy around you, stuttering and all, whenever you smile so brightly at him -- you're like the sun to him.

Armin *would die for you.* He practically died already, for Eren & the mission. Armin wouldn't hesitate to give himself up, because that's how deep and true his love is for you. (And you genuinely get mad at him for this... but neither of you will budge-- you'd both die for each other).

Fluff 1) You and Armin like to read together :'). Armin will have red blush dusted across his cheeks, and his eyes will be shining as he talks excitedly, imagining all the things the book talks about. You adore it.

Fluff 2) You tell Armin you had a rough day, and he will set up a bath for you. While you bathe in the dark with candles, Armin will be in the kitchen with stew or soup simmering on the stove, before he quietly leaves the house: He will personally scour the bookstore in order to find a book that he thinks will make you smile-- or a book you two will both enjoy reading together/discussing together. Literally this man is like light okay. When you come out from the shower he will be there with a fresh, steaming bowl of stew and a dessert he picked up from the store. You two will eat together and then read a book, cozily cuddling on the couch.. before things get s*xy.

NSFW 1) This man is a *PLEASURER* -- Everything will be gentle, but imbued with such strong love for YOU. Will worship your body. Armin will feel like the luckiest man alive. He sees all your goodness, admires you, and is huge on praising you. Also he moans a lot, even if it's just a soft one that escapes him. Not sorry.

NSFW 2) For my switches/d0ms: You care deeply for Armin, and you also want to see his face when he's a writhing mess-- Sometimes you'll tie him up, and he will... oh he will be so helpless and flustered. You will be giving him all the sensation and he will *love it so much.*

REINER - Somebody come get yo man TT!! Reiner is a f*cking sweet, really good guy. Would protect you and your children (if you have them)-- with EVERYTHING he has -- from difficult, unfair situations (like what he was put through). But, Reiner also probably would want somebody who is strong, because strength means you can protect yourself, and change the world -- Strength is a necessary trait for survival, and he is attracted towards people who are able to stay efficient and alive.

Reiner wants a morally beautiful/morally pure hearted partner. Definitely wants a good person (I mean... Him and Historia in Season, what was is, 2? --speaks for itself). AND I MEANNN Reiner has such a soft heart-- he literally cracked psychologically because he couldn't handle the trauma of being a double agent in a cruel world-- so his pure heart seeks out another pure heart <3

Reiner would ADORE relaxation time with you! He wants the soft fluff, and the soulful moments, like laying together under the stars-- being safe, peaceful, *free.* Reiner has had the burden of war and the Armored Titan like a boulder on his shoulders for ... as long as he can remember. When you're both cozied up together, hands interlaced under the big night sky, Reiner's heart will have bursted and melted all throughout his body. He hasn't ever felt freedom before-- until you. (don't mind me f*cking sobbing right now. he deserves the world!!)

Fluff 1) You and Reiner sometimes do typical, fluffy couple stuff, like go to parks and have picnics, or going to the aquarium, or baking together. Reiner loves the domestic life with you, and you will always catch him gazing dreamily at you, as if he's not sure you're really his. Are you actually right there in front of him? How did he get this lucky? ..Man short circuits a lot around you.

Will definitely be so caught up in his smittenness for you that when you drop the bread dough on the ground and start getting upset/sad, he will just be staring at you like o// //o, not even realizing what happened.

NSFW: I honestly haven't thought about this but I will update this post when I do have some accurate guess on what Reiner in the bedroom is like-- (you can comment if you wanna be tagged for when I do finish this post/ make part two)

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Don't forget to leave a like, or to comment/follow if you want!! Comment to be tagged in part 2! (Jean, Eld, Marco, Bertholt, Connie, Porco, Zeke, etc etc) Feel free to comment! I'd LOVE to hear y'all's thoughts on this post <3! Hope ur all okay.

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ENHYPEN MASTERLIST

Yandere fluff angst Smut

✧OT7✧

Still monster (series)

When you dodge their kisses

Yandere bully enha when another guy likes you

Yandere enhypen when you try the orange peel theory on them

Yandere enhypen when you ask for cuddles after your punishment

Yandere Sunghoon and Yandere Riki x reader Boquet(part 1)

Bloodied flower (Riki and hoon x reader series)

Lucifer (Yandere Sunghoon and Yandere Jay x reader)

✧YANG JUNGWON✧

Bet on Blood

Princess's Protector

Disappointment

The Haunting

Cherries and Chocolate

✧LEE HEESEUNG✧

Sweet Venom

Training season

Piece of cake

Tooth paste Mojito

Hee w a pregnant wife

✧PARK JONGSEONG✧

Black suits, Black cards and sweethearts

Such a Tease

Her

✧SIM JAEYUN✧

Real boyfriend

Dog eat dog world

Toxic much?

✧PARK SUNGHOON✧

Guardian Demon

Lost kitty

Pretty Ugly Fate

White Lotus

Cherries and cigarettes (short series)

Nighttime beauty

My Doll

Biker Bitch

Leo

Leo pt. 2

Sorry (series)

✧KIM SUNOO✧

Teacher's pet

Mr Boyfriend

✧NISHIMURA RIKI✧

Running from riki

Daddy Issues

Bloody sweet (completed series)

Moonlight (series)

Glitter, Lipgloss, Heels, Blood.

Oh baby baby (series)

Crazy for each other

Beauty loves Beast (series)

No guts no glory

Boyfriend

Oneirophrenia (series)

Metal meets love(series)

Drugs & Money

Pretty but mine

Can I ask a question?

My love

Cheshire

Oh my darling

Bloody treaty

So Scary

Lover's day

She's meant to be mine!!!

lover loyalty

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Welcome to my Masterlist, lovely! I hope you’ll enjoy my work<3

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The Photo - you find Frankie’s photo / 580 words

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[ladykailitha]

The Last Dragon Slayer Part 2

Gosh! It has been far too long since I put out the first chapter (SEVEN WEEKS!!), so I definitely recommend rereading that!

Pt 1

In this we have Steffan and Edwin getting to know each other a bit.

~

Life was slow for Steffan for the first time in all his young years. He wanted for nothing. The dragon Edgewraith and by extension his servant, Edwin provided him everything he could ever want. Fine clothes, good food, and better company.

Edgewraith was witty and sardonic and Edwin was clever and wise.

Was it strange that the two were never in the same room at the same time? Of course it was. Steffan was not fooled. But he understood the need for it. After all, he was a former dragon slayer.

So Steffan quietly basked in the attention from both.

“Steffan?” Edwin called from the entrance to the cave. “Could you come help me with something?”

Steffan smiled from his place by the fire. He had been learning to whittle as something to do while his friend was away. He stood up and brushed the wood dust from his pants and walked to the entrance.

There next to Edwin were two large buck carcasses. They were beautiful and dried properly would last them all winter.

“Edgewraith did a fine job,” Steffan murmured and Edwin turned pink. “I’ll be happy to help you butcher them.”

They got to work, quickly stripping away the hide from the flesh and meat from the bone. “Why doesn’t the dragon butcher them with his claws? Surely he could make shift work of them.”

Edwin giggled. “Sure, if you want the hide rent into strips and the bones cracked into the meat. He’s great for killing and eating the beasts whole, not some much the precision of butchering.”

Steffan blinked for a moment and then nodded. “Point taken. Have you been with the dragon long?” He ducked his head to hide his smile and looked up at the other man through his eyelashes.

Edwin shoved his hair in front of his face to hide his blush and then realized his hands were covered in blood and other animal byproduct. “Oh gross!”

Steffan laughed and gently pulled off his gloves, careful not get anything on his hands. He grabbed a nearby bucket that had water in it for clean up. He cupped his hands and filled them with water. He brought the water over to Edwin and tenderly rinsed away the blood and guts.

“There you go,” he murmured. They were so close. Just a breath away from each other. Steffan wondered what it would be like to just. Let. Go.

Suddenly there was a blast from behind them of the local herald bringing the sheep to the bottom of the mountain.

Steffan stepped back and said softly, “I’ll go grab the sheep, you finish up here.”

Edwin nodded shyly and allowed Steffan to move past him. Edwin looked over his shoulder and watched as the former knight vanished over the hill.

By the time Steffan returned, the meat was curating and Edwin had cleaned himself and everything up.

“I’m sorry I wasn’t more help,” Steffan murmured, following Edwin through the caves with the three new sheep in tow. “And that comment about Edgewraith not doing the work was uncalled for.”

“It’s all right,” Edwin said with a shrug. “The work got done and it was a fair question. I know you meant no harm.”

“I’m glad, because no offense was meant.” Steffan let the sheep into the pen, joining their sisters in their bleating. “If you would like, I could make dinner as recompense.”

Edwin smiled. He had learned early on that Steffan was really good making good food that lasted a long time. “That would be wonderful.”

Steffan smiled back. “Do you think that I could go rabbit hunting tomorrow? Maybe even catch a few game birds.”

“Poaching on the king’s property?” Edwin teased. “Whatever shall you do next?”

Steffan grinned. “As if the farmers and shepherds don’t go a hunting on the king’s land,” he said with a scoff. “In fact I’ll ask one of the kids that like to try and sneak up the mountain for a peak at the dragon where the best game hunting is.”

Edwin cackled. “Those kids,” he said shaking his head. “They should be careful or Edgewraith will catch them and they’ll die of fright.”

“Of excitement, maybe,” Steffan teased back. “I saw one of them with a black kite the other day. Shaped like our dragon friend.”

Edwin turned pink again but this time there was nothing to stop him from shoving his hair in his face to hide his blush.

“That’s cute,” Edwin murmured. “But he is dangerous and these steep mountain hills just as. I’ll tell them off.”

Steffan snorted, shaking his head. “I’ve tried, perhaps you’ll fair better.”

Edwin grinned. “I know just the thing to dissuade them from climbing up the mountain.” He walked over to a chest and pulled out a small-ish box. It was old and battered, but clearly loved.

He opened it and Steffan peered around his shoulder to see inside. It’s filled with toys and old clothes, much too small for either of them.

“What’s all this then?” Steffan asked, curiously.

“These are for dress-up,” Edwin said simply, “children, no matter the age love dressing up. Times change the characters not the joy.”

Steffan smiled fondly. Edwin again spoke if he was older than his tender face belied. He hoped one day that Edwin would find the courage to tell him he was the dragon, but until then he would keep his friend’s secret.

“I’ve been whittling of late,” he said brightly. “Perhaps I could make toy swords and shields.”

Edwin’s eyes lit up. “That would be grand idea!” He grabbed Steffan by the wrist. “Come, I’ll show you where keep the best wood.”

Steffan laughed as he followed him to another portion of the cave.

“This is where I–” Edwin stopped with a blush. “where Edgewraith keeps the wood for making furniture and the like, the rest goes for kindling and firewood.”

The wood was beautiful. He went through the pile admiring the different kinds of wood. He looked back at Edwin. “Are you sure you wish me to use this for toys?”

Edwin nodded. “Of course. I won’t need it for some time, and I know where to get more. That’s the best part about living with a dragon, you can get far quickly and return.”

Steffan gathered up what he would need and then Edwin showed him where he could find the tools he would need.

“Living long sure has its perks,” Steffan teased. “Always learning new skills.”

Edwin frowned at him a moment. “What do you mean?”

Steffan blanched, realizing he had slipped up. He coughed and turned his head. “Being able to spot good wood from so high up, that must have taken Edgewraith quite some time to learn.”

Edwin blinked for a moment. “Oh! Right. Of course. I thought you had meant me. That would be silly.”

“Very,” Steffan said dryly. He stood up with his load. “It shouldn’t take me very long to finish these. They don’t have to be battle ready after all. Just balanced enough that children can play with them.”

“I’ll air out the clothes and see if any of the other props need fixing,” Edwin said, smiling brightly.

Steffan smiled back and let the excited man lead him back into the cave proper.

~

It took them two days and during those two days Edgewraith would perch at the bottom of the mountain on an outcropping, daring the children to try and climb up the mountain. But as the children were there to see him and so it’s really win/win.

Then Edwin and Steffan come down the mountain with their treasures. There are four children who come every day with a trio of girls who only come if they finish their chores in time.

Matthew likes to believe he’s the leader, but it’s Dylan. Laurus and Wymond kept out of that particular pissing match, content to just play. Laurus’s father was a Moor by way of Rome who had settled in the area and was too good a blacksmith for anyone to think twice about the color of his skin. Matthew and Wymond were sons of shepherds and Dylan was the son of a well known seamstress.

The girls were Eligia, Laurus’s little sister, Eliwen, the daughter of the king’s watch, and Morwen. Well, it was technically Morwenna, but she would bite you if you dared call her that. Her mother was a barmaid at one of the town’s taverns.

All the kids were there waiting to see the dragon. They were surprised to see not one, but two men coming down from the dragon’s cave.

“Has the dragon taken you prisoner?” Matthew asked. “Because we can help you escape if you want.”

“You can’t just ask if someone is a prisoner, Matthew!” Morwen huffed, smacking the back of the boy’s head.

Steffan and Edwin laughed. “No, we’re not prisoners,” Edwin promised. “We help the dragon do things that it cannot in exchange for protection and food and shelter.”

“Have you seen the dragon’s hoard?” Dylan asked excitedly, rubbing his hands together.

This time Morwen smacked the back of his head. “Were the lot of you raised in a barn? God. You’ll pardon these idiots. They have but one brain cell between them.”

Edwin cackled. “It’s all right.” He turned to Dylan. “I have see the dragon’s hoard, but not every dragon hoards gold and silver, and precious gems. What do you think the dragon, Edgewraith, hoards?”

“I bet it’s books!” Wymond said excitedly. “My mother is teaching me to read and do math. I know I would hoard books if I was a dragon,” he added wistfully.

“No!” Matthew huffed, crossing his arms. “I bet it’s the skulls of his enemies, like when he posted the head of the last dragon slayer!”

Steffan and Edwin shared a glance.

“That’s vulgar, Matthew!” Eliwen said. “Did your mother raise you in a barn?”

Matthew blinked at her a moment. “No, but I was raised in a pasture, does that count?”

Eliwen sputtered and stammered trying to get herself out of that one while the rest of the children laughed.

Steffan decided to take the attention off the poor girl and brought forth their prizes. “Come see what we brought you.”

All the kids swarmed the trunk and gasped when Edwin opened it with flourish. There were dresses and robes and capes of all shapes and sizes. Crowns, tiaras, rods, and wands were littered among the swords and shields Steffan had made.

“This will be for your use,” Edwin explained. He held up one finger. “On the condition you don’t go climbing that mountain to see the dragon. He’ll still come and visit on occasion, but every day, either Steffan or I or both will bring the trunk down for you to play with. And then when the sun begins to set, we’ll take it back up so that it doesn’t get ruined by the elements.”

All children agreed to the terms. And they tore the box with all the thrill and excitement they had in their little bodies.

Then Edwin and Steffan sat back to watch over their play.

~

Steffan enjoyed his time in the afternoons with the children. He would do the chores in the morning with Edwin, watch the children in the afternoon, and then spend the evening with the dragon.

Sometimes Edwin would come with him, but most of the time, he would stay in the cave. Steffan knew that this was when he would transform back into a dragon to hunt and search for supplies.

Steffan was stoking the fire to make bread when Edwin came in, startling the former knight. An ember sparked from stove landing on his leg.

“Steffan!” Edwin cried, “Your leg!”

“Oh!” Steffan cried, pulling the ember off his leg and tossing it into the fire. He brushed out the small flame in his pants with a sigh. “I liked these pants, for goodness sake.”

Edwin hurried over to him and checked his leg. But there was no mark at all. “Are you not hurt? Did it not burn?”

Steffan ducked his head to hide the flush of shame that darkened his cheeks. “A father’s blessing to the son he gave away. He made it so that Dragon’s Fire would never burn me. It has some rather unfortunate side effects.”

“Like not knowing you’re on fire?” Edwin asked with raised eyebrows. “That is pretty incredible. But seriously, you’re not hurt?”

Steffan smiled at Edwin. “Truly, I am not hurt. Just a pair of ruined pants is all. Maybe later, I’ll cut them up for scraps.”

“If that is what you wish,” Edwin said, “but how goes the baking?”

“Well,” Steffan huffed a bit of laughter, “other than setting myself on fire, it’s going pretty good. I was about to put the first loaf in.”

Edwin looked at the fire for a moment and cocked his head to the side as he considered it. “I’d wait another five minutes and then it’ll be perfect.”

Steffan stood up and cocked his head to side curiously. “Did the dragon teach you how to do that trick? Knowing how hot the fire is?”

He hoped this would be the opportunity Edwin needed to admit he was Edgewraith. But no.

“Something like that,” he said with a snort derision. “I’ll go bring you more firewood to keep the heat up.”

Steffan shook his head fondly as Edwin walked away muttering to himself about being more careful. He sighed and stoked the fire again. Then at the five minute mark, he put the bread into the oven.

~

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[jamroses]

anderperry and their daughter pt 2! the uncles... (1/??)

since u fags loved part one, heres a part 2 🍓🍓

charlie dalton: would love teaching their daughter swear words, and to todd and neils horror she loves repeating them:

charlie: 'hey little girl, say fuck. c'mon, you can do it'

todd: *covering their daughters ears* 'STOP IT CHARLIE SHES ONLY 18 MONTHS OLD!'

daughter: "uck! uck!"

he also sneaks her chocolates past her bedtime:

charlie: "dont tell your daddies i gave you this okay?"

but then the next morning todd finds her with chocolate around the corners of her mouth and knows EXACTLY what happened

gerard pitts: loves picking her up and throwing her around, the daughter has the time of her life, though her parents are extremely worried about what could happen to her..

pitts: *swinging their daughter around in the air*

daughter: "WHEEEEEEEE HIGHER HIGHER!"

neil: "Lower! Lower! how about you put her down on the ground!!!!!!!!!!"

she also loves sitting on pittsies shoulders bc 'he's so high and i can see the whole world from up here' (her words not mine)

richard cameron: everyone thought he wouldnt be good with kids but anderperry trust cameron with their daughter most. she really loves him too! they have a lot of movie nights and cameron remembers EVERY. SINGLE. THING. she ever told him.

what she named the bug she found last month? duhh its ellie green

her favourite character from beauty and the beast? cogsworth ofc (idc if timelines dont match atp)

even though her favourite song changes every week, cameron still remembers what it is. he just adores this little girl and loves listening to her little stories (all the poets do btw)

a/n AAA HOPE U GUYS LIKED THIS <3

tags: @fromhusk , @scrunchybugzzz (lmk if u wanna be added)

PT 3 COMING SOON I HOPE <3

[twstfanblog]

*~Period Drama~* Tuesday

A/N: SCREAMS. I am...SO SORRY THIS TOOK ME SO LONG. We had to do double time to move out of our house since our landlords decided to fucking sell the property so we had to LEAVE. But it's done and I'm very happy with it and I hope you like it too. Enjoy~! Word Count: 6.7K Warnings: She/They Pronouns OC, Lilia does look and poke at Yuu's genitals Pairings: YuuxJamilxAzulxMalleus (Poly), (Sebek/Silver in the corner) ~Taglist (At this point I'm just adding everyone I've found who was interested in the fic XD) @twistedcece @deltrea @krenenbaker @koebishrimpuwu @cat100200 @emyluwinter @obsessionswithfandoms @ady-hilborn @lucid-stories @girl-nahh-two @itz-hydrodeptus-foxy7 @chyluna @riddlesimps @death-the-jo @a-twistedheartslonging @qixlin @chaosistheonlyway @welcome-to-my-horde @abell2029cluster @kirans-wonderland @coffee-or-hot-cocoa @the-ace-reader @iamsoconfusedallofthetime @chroniccorvus @marvelous-maxi @prolonged-eyecontact @lozplayer @jabberwocky-warrior @thateldribitch @bun-lapin @mel1rose @ladyraeka @ladyzsgolla Start, Part 1 (Octavinelle), Part 2 (Heartslabyul), Part 3 (Savanaclaw), Part 3.5 (Diasomnia pt.1), Part 4 (Here), Part 5 (Pomefiore), Part 6 (Scarabia)

Malleus almost always forgot he even owned a phone, meaning he basically never texted Yuu. So when his personalized text tone played Yuu was quick to stop their sobbing and open his message.

‘May I see you tomorrow?’

Short, simple, sweet, and weirdly formal. Yuu smiled, typing back quickly before the horned fae forgot he owned a phone again.

‘Sure babes. Sorry ive been mia the past few days. Not feeling well. Ill explain when i see you tomorrow.’

‘I should hope so.’

Okay, vaguely rude.

When Malleus had said tomorrow, Yuu assumed he meant during lunch or after classes. Instead, he showed up on their doorstep with his whole family unit and a grumbling Grim in tow at 8am in the goddamn morning. None of them were in uniform, clad in casual comfortable clothing. They clearly planned to spend the whole day with her instead of a simple visit.

She blinks, almost overwhelmed at the sheer…something of the current event, “Hi…It's…really early.”

Lilia smiles, tilting his head as he holds up a large and slightly weathered first aid bag, “We brought gauze!”

Silver holds out his arms, the dire beast scowling but unmoving in his grip, “And Grim.”

“Oh, what beautiful treasures…”

“Enough beating around the unwanted bush.” Malleus steps forward, hands reaching to clasp around Yuu's. Looking into their surprised eyes with determination, “What is this illness and how can I help ease you of it?”

Yuu snorted, closing her eyes in an effort to not start laughing at how seriously Malleus was taking their ‘ailment’, “It'll…It'll pass with time, Malleus. But, luckily, I'm actually feeling a lot better than yesterday.” They step to the side, managing to pull a hand free from Malleus's grip to gesture for the Diasomnia family to enter.

Silver nods his head in thanks, walking into the hall to place Grim down. The cat quickly running further in the house, remarking Yuu still smelled weird, “That's good to hear. Did you use a form of medicine to ease your symptoms?”

Yuu closes the door behind them, Malleus already firmly attached to their side. No doubt the smell of their blood making him hyper-aware of their every movement, “Yeah. Crewel gave me a lecture and a pain potion when he brought me dinner last night. Plus the guttural sobbing I've been doing. But, I think it was mainly because I finally took that body cleansing shit…”

The beat of silence almost makes Yuu burst into laughter again, the four males all looking a level of stunned before Silver shakingly spoke.

“A-ah…That's...good?”

“Yeah, it really realigned my chakras or something.”

“Okay?”

“Yuu, could you tell us exactly what is going on?” Lilia's smile was strained. He had spent most of last night racking his memory of various illnesses. Any that he knew of that dealt with bleeding were things that would have killed Yuu within the hour if they had reached that stage. But to know they'd been bleeding for days? Whatever they had managed to catch was cause for concern. But now knowing it was causing other ailments…it was either a truly deadly disease or it was evolving into one…

“Oh, it's nothing serious. Just the muscles that are causing all this-” Yuu makes a vague gesture to their lower anatomy, “- are the same muscles that handle pooping. So…it was expected to happen…”

There was another beat of silence, each male looking at Yuu's stomach, placing the pieces together slowly as they realized she gestured below her stomach.

“Why…why did you…gesture…down there?” Silver spoke slowly, eyes making quick glances between Yuu's crotch, then to Malleus's blank face, then to Sebek's tearfully bewildered expression. Is…are they…?

Malleus says what all of them were fearfully thinking, “Is the blood coming out of you from your nethers!?”

“Ye.”

Lilia stood still, eyes wide as he openly stared at Yuu's crotch. This was…he had never heard of such a thing…

Malleus's hands quickly grabbed at Yuu's hips, magic flowing from his fingers in his panicked attempts to heal what he could only fear was internal ripping, “Why did no one tell me!?”

“I don't think you should be bleeding from there, Yuu?”

“Silver. Words can not describe how badly I wish I wasn't. But, sadly, yeah, this is completely natural for me to do. I wish I wasn't. I am so full of fucking hatred right now, I am a literal danger to my and everyone else's safety.”

Lilia made quiet work of prying Malleus off of Yuu, though he was clearly still concerned himself, “It's natural to bleed out of your nethers?”

“Where I'm from? Unfortunately yes.” Yuu shrugs, holding Malleus's hand as the horned fae tried to reattach himself to their side, “The pussy is a curse and the price must be paid in blood sadly.” They say it with a level of nonchalance that only has the Diasomnia crew looking at them in worry.

Malleus grips tighter to Yuu's hand, raising it to press a gentle kiss to their knuckles, “Please, there has to be something that can be done to ease this curse…”

“...” Yuu pulled Malleus to the living room, showing the plethora of blankets and pillows on the floor. Empty bottle and snack wrappers pushed to a corner of the rug in an effort to keep the cozy area of the floor clear. Yuu gestures to the darkened room, heavy curtains closed to enhance the perfect sleep environment, “You guys can do whatever around the house. But, if you wanna join me, I was about to lay down in the dark listening to sad music and take a nap.”

Sebek sneers, eyes squinted as he mumbled out, “It's 8am…?”

Yuu whips around, ignoring Malleus's worried fretting for their neck, “Hey, Sebek? You don't need to fucking be here.”

Sebek's sneer turned into a deep frown, his expression clearly showing how badly he wanted to yell back. But with their ‘illness’, plus Malleus's protective stance, he knew he'd quicker be scolded than actually get a sentence out.

“Wow, you are more full of hate. You normally let Sebek get at least four sentences out before telling him to be quiet.” Silver moves to sit on the couch, only to realize that Yuu had removed all of the larger cushions and used them as padding for the floor.

Malleus looked over the sad state of his lover's nest, frowning before he pulled Yuu closer to ask them quietly, “Would you mind if I fixed your nest? This looks…barely functional.”

Yuu smiles, bringing a hand up to pat Malleus's face gently, “Do as you please, Peligroso.” 

Malleus kisses their palm before moving toward the mash-up of cushions, blankets, and - to his distaste - bloody towels. He first deconstructed the mess, organizing the materials he had before coming to the conclusion he needed more.

No one tried to stop Malleus as he walked out of the room, his pupils dilated as he busied himself in nest-making.

“Beastie, are you really well? Mundane for you aside, losing that much blood at a steady pace can't be good for you…” The scent of blood was off at that. Fresh blood was concerning enough, but the smell of old blood was not good if one was actively bleeding.

Yuu waves their hand, sneaking a towel from Malleus's separated piles to sit on, “No need to worry Lils; Crewel’s made sure I've been taking iron supplement potions, plus I'm still taking the multivitamin Riddle demanded I start at the beginning of the year once our beef ended.”

Malleus returns, bulks of blankets and pillows floating behind him into the room. He quickly turns a sharp eye toward Yuu, seeing one of the cleaner towels had been taken from his nest piles. But at seeing their smile, he could only sigh and begin building.

Lilia clicks his tongue, holding the old medical bag in his hands, “Well, I'm not sure how useful this gauze is going to be then if it coming out from such an area…I'm not sure you're open to the idea of it…being inserted.”

“I'm not.”

“Fair.” Lilia removed the bag from his shoulder, allowing it to drop to the ground. Walking closer to Malleus, yet still a few feet away, he started to teasingly offer his unwanted opinion of how his ‘mate’ would like the nest to look.

Silver and Sebek took seats on the ground closer to Yuu, the second year pulling the medical bag into his lap as he started to look through it, “While the gauze may be useless, I think there's some pain ointment still in here. Possibly a potion but it's long bitter by now…Oh.”

From inside the bag, Silver pulled out a simple arm cuff attached to a hand pump and dial. It looked old, but the metal holding it together still shined, “Lend me your arm, I want to check your blood pressure.”

“My blood pressure? Why?” Yuu still held their arm out, letting Silver gently clasp the cuff to their lower bicep, “I haven't felt light headed.”

“You might not have noticed if you've been bleeding as long as you have…” he starts to pump the bulb, the cuff growing tighter, “Just see it as a way for me to get peace of mind…”

Silver and Sebek watch the needle, their expressions slowly turning concerned at the reading.

Sebek whispered under his breath, one of his eyes twitching in annoyance as he reread the result, “Why is it high?”

Yuu blinked, looking at the dial before turning to Silver, “Yeah, that's…normal.”

“...Really?”

“I don't know, man. I'm 16, I've never had to know what my normal blood pressure is.”

Silver sighed, deflating the cuff and removing it, “Did you never take notice of it when you went to the doctor for check ups?”

“Silver, baby boy, I haven't been to the doctor since I was in elementary school. Do you not know how expensive a doctor appointment is?”

“I really hate when you say things like that…” Silver still didn't understand how a simple doctor's visit cost money. It was a universal service, all they'd have to do was walk into the nearest office and simply wait.

Yuu hummed, nodding her head, “I forget that you guys have free healthcare here…I kinda just conditioned myself to be ok with dying since the doctor was so expensive where I'm from.”

Silver sighed, fingers pressing against his temple, “Please, curb that habit. For all of our sakes…”

“You got a will to live in there then?”

“...” Silver looks through the bag, managing to pull out an antique-looking locket that held a graying, grainy photo of a confused-looking Malleus on one side and a more vivid photo of a sleeping infant Silver on the other, “I think this is what father uses?”

“Oh my god?” Yuu couldn't stop the bubbling laughter that started when they spoke. They cover their mouth and gently bring the locket closer to look at the photos. Only now do they realize Malleus in the photo has a small circlet of a crown on his forehead. There was no telling how old the photo was, possibly in a time the first camera was even made and Lilia got his hands on one.

They snort, letting the locket swing from their hand and allow Silver to place it back in the bag, “Ok…that works. I now have the strength to carry on.” From the corner of their eye, they can see Sebek's stern gaze staring into the side of their face, “Yes, Sebek? Can you be helped?”

The half-faes's face pinches together harder, lip curling up into a scowl as he looks away briefly. His mild avoidance was short-lived, turning back to Yuu with an expression of concern, “You're…You're okay now, correct?”

At Yuu and Silver's stunned expressions, Sebek grows more timid, thumbs twiddling together as he clasped his hands, “Ace’s texts didn't give much info. But even knowing that…that didn’t transpire, this is still a worrying state of affairs.” Sebek looks up from his hands, staring into Yuu's eyes with steady resolve, “We have our differences more than anything. But I count you as my comrade in ensuring Waka-Sama’s happiness. Your continued good health would be in the best interest of all!”

It was no secret that Yuu and Sebek did not get along. Their first official meeting was a brawl that neither walked away from unscathed (and Sebek left the fight with a secret he'd be taking to his grave under Lilia's instructions). They bickered, fought, and openly slandered each other every chance they got. Truely, the only things keeping them from killing each other were the facts they shared the same friend group and that Yuu was romantically involved with Malleus. Yuu was sure without those factors, Sebek would have actually declared them an enemy of Briar Valley itself.

So to see and hear the other first-year state that he was concerned was jarring at best. 

Yuu stared at Sebek, the half-fae looking at them with an open and vulnerable expression as he waited for their truth. Honestly, were they ok? It'd been only a few days but this felt like the worst period Yuu had ever had. And seeing how their flow wasn't easing as it normally would, they were sure it was going to be longer than normal too. They were in pain, everyone was treating them as though they would shatter at the slightest inconvenience. They were free bleeding of all things…but, their friends cared and were each trying to make things better. 

Azul and the Tweels had basically tried to cater their every meal, though they kept their distance; mer noses were so sensitive to blood after all. Crewel would come in the evenings with medication and conversation. Riddle was compiling a list of some kind with Jade, but he was using info from their “interview” to figure out ways to ease their symptoms. Ace and Deuce had both swore to actually take notes for once so that they wouldn't fall behind in their classes. Trey had texted a number of times, sneakily trying to gauge their temperament so he could ambush them with baked goods. Cater had sent several photos of wet, angry, disheveled-looking cats with the caption ‘this u?’ whenever they were in a bad mood.

Even just yesterday, Jack had basically appointed himself as their bodyguard, not allowing anyone closer than 2 feet from their person. Ruggie had gone into nursemaid mode and Yuu was mildly terrified at how prepared and willing he was to help them deliver a baby. Even Leona's lazy ass had helped. Held them while they cried all the way to their dorm, calling them at midnight just to check if they were sleeping and not up alone with their thoughts.

And now, the Diasomnia family unit had brought them a first aid kit. Not the correct move, but a show of concern either way. Looking into Sebek's face only cemented how cared for they were by their forged family. Yuu opened their mouth slightly as though to speak, waiting as Sebek perked up, leaning closer to fully hear what they were about to say.

Instead of words, all that escaped Yuu's mouth was a burp that traveled directly into Sebek's face.

The half-fae sputters, annoyance growing at Silver's near silent ‘Excuse you’ to the other human. He wiped at his face as though he could remove the air, growling before he pointed a finger at Yuu's smug little grin, “You should have been killed when your mother birthed you!”

“Sebek.”

Sebek quickly placed his hand in his lap, frowning hard as he looked down in an odd mixture of shame and anger. Malleus had turned around and scolded him almost instantly. The dragon fae was frowning, eyes filled with a disappointment only an older sibling could give. He stared long enough until Sebek finally relented and spoke through gritted teeth at Yuu.

“My deepest apologies. You are injured and I have no reason to…antagonize you. Please, forgive me…”

“Did that hurt to say, Sebek?”

Silver placed a hand on Yuu's shoulder, trying to not sigh or laugh their antics, “Yuu…”

Yuu smiled, tilting their head and nodding, “Apology accepted, Sebek. Just don't be mean to me, okay~?”

Translation; I'm going to milk this for your whole visit.

Sebek's frown curled so tight it could only be called a pout. But seeing how he didn't speak further, Yuu turned to speak directly to the 3rd years only to choke mildly at the new impressive structure taking up space adjacent to the fireplace.

What was once their sad faux floor bed set up was a large blanket nest. Pillows tastefully lining the sides for support and comfort, blankets laid together to cover the couch cushions while some were still free to wrap in. A large throw blanket suspended in the air by magic cloaks the whole structure like an open tent. It looked cozy, it looked inviting. Yuu almost hated how proud Malleus looked of his work.

“...” Yuu rolled their eyes, trying to hide their blush as they turned away from Malleus's increasingly smug face, “Ok, your nest is very impressive. Are you proud of yourself?”

“Not until you are in it.”

Lilia spoke quietly, eyes giving Malleus a playful warning look as he chuckled, “Remember you two, we're here with you…”

Yuu laughs, standing from their towel and stretching, “Alright, nap time.” They take care to place down the towel, climbing into the nest and making themselves comfortable in the structure. They had no actual animal-based DNA, but they felt the need to curl up and sleep for DAYS from their new cozy spot. Malleus had built the nest well.

Opening their eyes, they could barely stop the snort that tried to escape them. Malleus was pressed against the side of the nest, eyes wide and focused on them. Yuu tilted their head, smiling widening as Malleus tilted his head in response, “You wanna join me?”

The question makes Malleus lean back, eyes almost bulging out of his head before he manages to school his features, “So bold…As always.” He laughs from behind his hand, “I’m happy to see you are in better spirits compared to yesterday.”

Yuu casts him a confused glance, wondering just when the dragon fae had seen them yesterday. While Malleus made himself comfortable beside them, they looked at the remaining Diasomnia unit standing at attention around the nest, “You guys coming in?”

Lilia snorts, ignoring Mallues’s glare demanding they refuse Yuu’s invitation, “Are you sure, Beastie? We wouldn’t want to intrude…” His eyes lock on Malleus’s, communicating silently that if Yuu invited them into their nest, it’d be rude to deny their request.

“I mean I invited you in the first place.” They gesture to the empty space beside them and Malleus, “Plus, this thing has room for like four more people…”

Malleus mumbles under his breath, an arm wrapping around Yuu’s middle and bringing them closer to his body to nuzzle into their hair, “Or eight children…”

“What?”

“Hm?” Malleus pulls from their hair, smiling at their confused face before making himself comfortable against them again.

Lilia actually laughs this time, “Well, if you insist.”

Everyone climbs into the nest; Lilia pressed against Malleus’s side with Silver beside him already half asleep. Sebek had begrudgingly made his place beside Yuu, huffing as the human offered their hand to hold. Neither of them speaking when Sebek does grip their hand gently. Once everyone had seemed cozy, Yuu retrieved their phone from their pajama pants pockets, opening their ‘sad times’ playlist to start playing music. But the sound of a thud rings out from the kitchen, everyone turning to the noise in mild suspense. Soon, Grim enters the room with a bag of cookies clutched in his mouth.

Yuu raises an eyebrow but helps Grim climb his way into the nest, the cat curling up against their side squished between them and Sebek, “Was that you? Did you fall off of something-hold on.” They grab the bag of cookies from Grim, frowning once they realize what they were holding, “Are these the good cookies? You little shit, you said you ate the last of them!”

Grim grumbled, curling up tighter to Yuu’s side and swatting at their hand tugging on his ear, “I lied! You always hog them so when you left one day I hid them to snack on myself…But…” He huffed, looking at them from the corner of his eyes, “I think you need them more than I do…”

“...” Yuu sniffled, fanning their face as tears started to build in their eyes, “Grim…Grim…” They take a shuddering breath, ignoring the others watching them in worry, “I already threw up like twice yesterday from crying so hard, I’m not doing it again.”

“Parden?” Malleus’s brows creased. When did they throw up!? Just how severe was this illness?

Yuu waves his concerns off, tapping onto their ‘Sad Vibes’ playlist, setting it to shuffle before they connect to the lounge speakers, “It's not important, Malleus. I'm not gonna cry. We're gonna lay down in the dark and listen to sad songs and sleep.”

Sebek mumbles from beside Yuu, his free hand petting a softly purring Grim, “That seems to be the perfect setting to cry in…?”

Lilia gives Yuu a worried glance but doesn't agree nor disagree. He instead places a hand on Malleus’s shoulder, a silent effort to calm the dragon's fussing, “Well, if we're going to listen to music, just none of that Mitsuki woman please…”

Silver blinks his eyes open, tiredly looking to Lilia, “But I like the dog song.”

“...” Lilia sighs, his arm moving to wrap around Silver's shoulders and bringing him closer, “I…I know…”

Yuu tearfully laughed, laying their head onto a softly fretting Malleus. Their weak laughter breaks from teary into genuine amusement as the first song starts.

My baby, my baby…

Leaning over Malleus, snickering as the dragon fae gently presses her head back down to his chest as a silent command to sleep, Yuu whispers to Lilia, “I’m sorry…”

Lilia’s smile is strained, his grip on a sleeping Silver slowly increasing as he fought against his own emotions, “No you're not…”

The nap lasted far too long, Malleus thought to himself. The dragon fae didn't actually sleep, but he kept watch of his family as they did. Silver of course slept, curled up in Lilia's intense embrace before the bat general eased into a light sleep. Though Sebek had been the most against the nap, he had dozed off not long after Silver. One hand still gripping onto Yuu’s while the other resting on a snoring Grim's back.

Yuu was out almost immediately after Sebek, a content smile on their face as they curled up to Malleus's chest. A smile he watched slowly fade through the hours. A common occurrence as one slept, something he's learned from years of watching Silver. What concerned him were the twitches and grimaces of pain that started to increase the longer they stayed asleep. He didn't want to wake Lilia to ask for advice, the older fae having spent most of his night in worry over Yuu's condition and it didn't help he wasn't a morning person normally.

But if the discomfort was enough to affect Yuu's sleep, it was no wonder they felt the need to nap so early in the morning. They possibly hadn't slept the night before from pain alone. He had spent a few moments thinking how he could help, an arm around their waist and a hand pressed to their lower stomach to ease magic from his fingertips. His healing magic wasn't nearly as refined as he wanted. No matter how much magic he poured in, there were no wounds to be closed on the surface. But he could feel how Yuu would curl into his palm, almost trying to trap the heat close to them.

So for the past two hours he laid in a nest with his fiancé, his father, his brother, his brother's ‘friend’, and a cat; palm pressed just above his lover's mysteriously bleeding anatomy to act as a glorified hot water bottle.

Though he had no true method of knowing, he felt as though his grandmother was laughing at his predicament.

And while he did find the lyrics and vocals of Miss Amy Lee to be rather enchanting, he felt relieved to hear the music stop playing abruptly and a shrill beeping take its place. He couldn't help but smile, listening to everyone minus Silver groan at the sound of the alarm. Lilia huffed, snuggling his nose into Silver's hair while the human knight remained perfectly asleep. Sebek had pouted but still sat up, blinking in mild confusion as to where he was. Yuu had tried to bury their head in the space between his arm and chest, a hand reaching out blindly to no doubt silence the alarm.

As much as Malleus enjoyed his loved ones sleeping peacefully around him, he didn't think letting them sleep anymore was the correct choice. He smiled, easily catching Yuu's hand to gently kiss their knuckles, “My dear. I do believe your nap is over now.”

Yuu groans, but doesn't try to pull away, “At least turn the alarm off…”

Lilia clicks his tongue, finally pulling away from Silver to sleepily reach for Yuu's still blaring phone, “I got it…”

“Thanks-ack!” They were batted in the face by Grim's increasingly annoyed tail, the dire beast fighting to stay asleep from the rising noise. A move that had Yuu sneezing after a few moments.

The fae and Grim instantly snapped to attention. Yuu's sneeze was quickly followed by an overwhelming scent of blood. The sudden change in the atmosphere instantly waking Silver. Sebek had tightened his grip on Yuu's hand, almost as though he were helping them to brace against pain. Grim scrambled away from their side, moving to frown and shake from the other side of Sebek.

Malleus brought both his arms to wrap around Yuu's body. How could he let his guard down in such a way? They were sick. Why did he assume a nap was the correct choice to make? They should be in the care of a professional. Now they had clearly torn something, or something had hemorrhaged and they were bleeding out internally-

Lilia turned the alarm off, quickly kneeling and placing his hands on Yuu's knees, “Yuu, I know you said this was natural. But this is concerning. As your future midwife, I implore you allow me to check there isn't actual damage to yourself.”

“I- Lilia, I'm fine. I just sneezed.” Sneezing on one’s period was never nice, sure. Yuu fully felt as though they just forced out half their bladder even though they knew that wasn't the case. “It happens sometimes. The clenching just makes blood come out.”

Malleus growls, his arms tightening around Yuu's body. Lilia was right. No matter how much Yuu claimed it was normal and routine, they shouldn't be bleeding like this, “My love, please. Let him check. Lilia has more medical training than possibly anyone on campus. Just allow him to check.”

“Malleus-”

“Please…” Malleus pleads, concern clear on his and the other's face.

“...” Yuu rolls their eyes but starts to shimmy their pajama pants down, “Fine. If it'll calm you down.”

Sebek and Silver instantly look away, though both shuffle closer in an act to box Yuu in so that no one else could see the human’s privates.

Lilia was quiet, eyes looking unblinkingly at what he could only describe a mess. He was careful, only touching Yuu's anatomy for brief moments to send pings of magic through the flesh to search for opened wounds. But other than the blood he couldn't find anything that would call for concern. Leaning back he sighed, bringing the back of his hand to rub at his eyes, “By the Seven, this is a mess…”

“Wow, Lilia. I'm so happy you're here to stare into my abyss and call it a fucking mess.” Yuu glared, hoping their voice carried just how annoyed they were, “Really, I'm so glad.”

“My apologies, Beastie. I just haven't seen a vagina in this bloody a state since Sebek was born…”

Sebek half turned around, expression vaguely disgusted and horrified, “What?”

Yuu snorts, shaking Sebek’s hand still holding theirs in a way of gaining his attention, “Wow, Sebek, way to wreck your mom’s pussy.”

Sebek retaliated, using their still joined hands to twist and force Yuu’s arm into a painful bend. Yuu had quickly tried to escape his hold, both by wiggling their trapped arm and also using their free hand to slap at Sebek’s face while making repeated yelps of pain. Sebek had managed to dodge only a few hits until a bolt of lightning hit just outside, the flash sending the room into a blinding state before the light faded. Malleus glared down at Sebek, silently demanding the half-fae release his fiance.

Once freed, Yuu instantly pointed toward Sebek while looking at Lilia with wide eyes. Their tone coming out vaguely whining and childish, “He twisted my arm!”

Sputtering, Sebek looked between Yuu and Lilia. Pointing back at her while he looked at Lila pleading that he hears him out, “She talked about my mother’s vagina!”

“...” Lilia sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose before speaking, “Sebek, don’t twist Yuu’s arm; she’s already in pain. Yuu, don’t talk about Sebek’s mother’s vagina; you know he doesn’t like that.”

“Did that hurt to say?” Silver looked at his father, half joking but delivered in such a painfully serious way that Lilia could only sigh harder.

Malleus’s expression only grew more concerned, arms wrapping tighter around Yuu and allowing his palms to heat a bit more. He only relaxed as Yuu themselves eased a bit more in his hold, “Yuu, please. Tell me what is causing this, If not for your own sake, but my own, I need to know. I have never been more distressed and on edge than these past few days. It isn't helpful either that you continue to be nonchalant, I dare say you've hurt my feelings with how you've been handling this…

“...” Yuu takes their time to pull their pajama pants back up, moving to sit up fully to look at Malleus directly, “Malleus, you're completely valid for feeling upset with me about all of this. In hindsight, I really should have just told you guys instead of disregarding Crewel’s attempts to keep this on the downlow for the sake of campus sanity. I fucked up, I will take that L. But I want you to know and consider that I have been in pain, tired, sad, and enraged both consistently and erratically for days. Do you really think the correct choice right now is to complain to me…about how my period…is making you feel?”

…

Malleus blinked, eyes darting to Lilia who only shook his head at Malleus's silent question. He looked down, then back to Yuu who was staring at him silently, almost waiting for him to answer incorrectly, “...I would still like to discuss this at a later date…when you are well again.”

“I'll make sure to set a meeting up with Azul, so that we both remember. Thank you for understanding…” Yuu's mood does a 180, now smiling and trying to stand from Malleus's arms, “Anyway, it's like noon now right? I know I have a bunch of stale tortillas and shredded cheese in the kitchen so we can make quesadillas-”

Malleus refused to remove his arms from around Yuu, basically pulling the human back into his lap, “I would like to speak about why you're dodging my question though.”

Yuu hummed, looking up to Malleus's face as they slowly twisted a strand of their hair, “...What are you talking about?”

“You are…well aware of what I've been asking you.”

“I'm really not.”

“Yuu-”

“You're sounding crazy right now.”

Malleus scoffs, rolling his eyes playfully, “Don't attempt to gaslight me. I keep asking you what caused this ailment or how I can ease this plague and you…don't answer me.” Malleus narrows his eyes, arms wrapping tighter against Yuu's body when they subtly tried to move away from him again, “Do you simply wish to…not tell me?”

“...” Yuu sighed, resting their head against Malleus’s shoulder. They smile, looking up into his eyes with a soft affection, “You know I love you right?”

“Your feminine wiles aren't getting you out of this. Answer my question.”

Silver speaks up, still rubbing the sleep from his eyes, “Malleus, they may not have an answer as to what caused it…”

Sebek grunts from Yuu's side, eyes casting a worried look back to the other freshman's covered anatomy, “If they don't know what caused it then that's even more concerning. This could be a serious medical emergency and we're all twiddling our thumbs because the one who's ill says they're fine.”

“I am fine. I just…don't wanna say why this happens…”

Lilia perks up, raising an eyebrow as he rests his chin on Yuu's now pressed together knees, “So this illness is triggered?”

“Yes? No?” Yuu huffs, raising their hands in a form of defeat, “It just happens man. But like…for a reason.”

Malleus frowned, almost pouting as he gently moved Yuu's chin to make them look directly into his eyes, “Yuu. My dear. I'm deeply concerned. Please, just tell me what causes this so we may prevent it…”

“...” Yuu sighs, closing their eyes before opening them, “...This happens when I don't get pregnant.”

…

Silver fully turns to Yuu, eyes focusing on the other human as though he could physically see through what he begged was a lie, “Are…Are you serious?”

“Like the fucking heart attack that will take Sebek out one day.”

“Hey-”

“Oh!” Malleus smiles, his eyes shining to the point Yuu was certain they were glowing, “This is easily fixed then.”

Yuu continued to smile, shaking their head knowing what the dragonfae was going to suggest, “...Malleus…”

“I simply need to impregnate you. Then you won't be affected by this plague again.”

“...” Yuu sighed, “No…”

“...” Malleus's expression falls back into an angered pout, “Why not?”

“It doesn't work that way…”

“...” His expression deepens, “How does it not ‘work that way’ exactly?”

Lilia patted Yuu's leg, flicking his head toward the entryway of the lounge as a silent command to Sebek and Silver, “We're gonna go…”

Yuu turned away from Malleus, blinking at Lilia in astonishment as the fae and other Diasomnia pair stand up, “Now why the fuck would you do that?”

Silver was kind enough to scoop Grim into his arms, the dire beast still shivering from the sudden scent of blood, “We’ve come to an agreement that we’d leave the room when you two start fighting.”

“We aren’t even fighting…” Yuu muttered under their breath, making a point to not look toward Malleus’s upset face. They’re pretty sure they’d start giggling at how frustrated he’s being about this.

Sebek shakes his head, already walking out of the room, “You become incredibly uncivil to everyone when you and Waka-Sama have disagreements. Lilia-Sama is right in having us leave the area before you two really start…”

“We aren’t fighting?”

“We’re fighting a little…” Malleus mutters under his breath, glaring off to the side.

Yuu glares over their shoulder, “No, we aren’t.”

Lilia walked behind Silver, holding his hands up as they left the room, “We’re gonna go. We'll make you two those quesadillas!” He ignored Yuu’s wide eyed stare, closing the doors of the lounge behind him and leaving Yuu and Malleus alone in the room.

The silence was loud, the two of them sitting comfortably in the nest. After a few more moments of quiet, Yuu sighs loudly, tucking their head to Malleus's chest and nuzzling into him gently.

Malleus sighs himself, leaning down to press a kiss to the crown of Yuu's head, “My love…please. You're hurting and I don't understand why you won't let me help in the best way I can…”

“Because it wouldn't actually help, Malleus.” They felt bad. It hadn't really hit them just how out of the realm of reality their period was to everyone. Sure the event itself could be scary in their old world, the amount of first period horror stories only grew as the years went on. But to have no frame of reference… the concept of a period sounded downright terrifying.

“How?” Malleus huffed, an air of frustration growing. Were they joking around? Deliberately speaking in circles to annoy him as a tease? “You said this happens if you don't get pregnant. If you get pregnant, then you will not have to deal with this ailment.”

At Yuu's own frustrated sigh, Malleus's eyes widen, “Is…is it too late?” A feeling of guilt starts to grow in him. Were they meant to be impregnated at a specific time? Had a window of opportunity been missed? Was this the rest of Yuu's life now; bleeding out of their intimates and crying so hard they were forced to purge?

Yuu couldn't help but chuckle at Malleus's face, reaching up to bring the worried fae closer for a gentle kiss. They speak as they pull away, “Calm down. This isn't going to last forever and I'll be back to normal by the end of the week at worst.”

Malleus curls around them, his hand still a gentle heat on their lower stomach, “But why wouldn't we simply skip this and just…start our agreement now? If the trigger for this ailment is that you weren't impregnated, why can't we have our child now so that you won't have to suffer this way.”

“I'll be honest with you, Malleus. It's literally because I don't wanna be a teen mom; that's the main reason. But also…there's no guarantee my period would stop during a pregnancy. Plus it'll still come back like a few months after having the baby…”

“...” Malleus pulls away from Yuu, staring at them in a silent state of confusion but his eyes were screaming, “Why…would you get the period…if you're pregnant? Isn't that…you stated you get your period if you don't get pregnant?”

“That is correct, yes.”

“...But…you could also…get your period…if you are pregnant?”

“Ye…”

“...”

Another long stretch of silence passed in the room and Yuu felt as though they could physically see the gears turning in Malleus's head. Double checking the math one would say.

“...Then what's the point of it?”

Yuu snickers under their breath, “Well, I don't think I'm knowledgeable enough to really give you the TED talk about the Tree of Knowledge and the original sin…”

“...” Malleus placed a hand on their forehead, “Are you…have you gained a fever? Is delirium a symptom of your period?”

“I'm not crazy, shut up.” Yuu pushes Malleus's hand off of their face with a grin. Cozying back into his embrace, one of their hands resting on his pressed to their lower stomach, “Periods are weird and horrible and I do not have the answers you're seeking sadly.”

Malleus could only sigh, feeling a pit growing in his mind and heart as he felt his uselessness to his love in this situation, “Is there anything you'll allow me to do? I only wish to help you during this…”

Yuu hums, reaching up to gently cupping Malleus's cheek, “This is plenty. Just…hold me and tell me you love me…”

“I love you, dear.” Malleus smiles, soft and kind as he nuzzled into Yuu's palm, “Though I'm loathed and disconcerted, I'm delighted to know I can at least help in this way…”

“I am too. You surprisingly make a great heating pad.”

Malleus moves to remove his hand, “Oh, is my hand too warm-”

Yuu quickly grips at Malleus's hand, face still calm and content but their fingernails bite into the fae's skin, “If you take this hand off of my body I will rip your spine out of you through your asshole.”

“Ah…”

They sat in comfortable silence, Malleus only mildly terrified at the visual of his spine being removed from his body by force. Their serene atmosphere half ended by Lilia happily bursting into the room with a plate of slightly charred quesadillas.

“Lunch time~!” Lilia walked to the nest, kneeling down and holding out the least burnt tortilla to Yuu's face, “Pspspspspspsps.”

Yuu's eyes snap open, a wild smile on their face as Malleus chuckled and kept them locked in his arms, “Lilia Vanrouge, I will break the fucking bones in your ears. Did Cater tell you to do this!?”

[amitiel-truth]

River Maiden Pt. 4

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Part 11,

(A/N: Do you ever wonder what's the meaning of the colors you see? 🙃)

*Not Proofread, sorry*

🔞Sexual innuendos🔞

Telemachus holds (Y/N) close, his arms encircling her protectively, as they lay together in a comfortable silence. He runs his fingers gently through her hair, his touch tender and soothing, relishing in the feeling of her body pressed against his. He wishes they could stay like this forever, in this moment of intimacy and peace, shielded from the world and all its troubles.

"I just realized, It's too early to sleep, and it's too early to couple when you brought me here" (Y/N) points out, low and behold, Telemachus's window shows that it's only the afternoon.

Telemachus chuckles at her realization, his gaze flickering to the window to see that, indeed, the sun is still high in the sky.

"You're right," he says, his voice tinged with amusement. "I suppose I was a little too eager to bring you here, wasn't I?"

"I was just dressed by your mother and you can barely keep it to yourself~" (Y/N) teases, stroking his chest.

"Hey, cut me some slack," he protests half-heartedly. "You're absolutely breathtaking, I couldn't help myself. You can't blame me for being a bit impatient when I have such a nymph in my bed."

"You really convince that I'm not human, aren't you? When will you accept that I'm simply (Y/N)?" (Y/N) asked teasingly.

"I can help it, My Nymph, you're too pretty simply be human" Telemachus compliments, caressing her cheek.

"You flatter me too much~" (Y/N) swoons, laying her head on his chest

"...what shall we do now?"

Telemachus hums thoughtfully as he considers her question, his fingers idly tracing patterns on her back.

"Well, we could stay here and continue to bask in each other's embrace," he suggests, his voice a soft rumble in his chest. "Or we could venture out into the garden for a walk, or go down to the beach and feel the sand between our toes. Or..."

He tilts her chin up so that she's looking at him, a sly smile on his lips as his eyes glimmer with mischief.

He leans down, his mouth near her ear, and lowers his voice to a whisper

"Or, we could stay here and I could have my way with you again~"

"You ravenous beast!" (Y/N) scolded, throwing a pillow at his face.

"You're still inside me, you know, keeping your seed trapped" (Y/N) points out, slapping his chest.

Telemachus laughs and catches the pillow as it hits him in the face. He grins down at her, not at all shamed or remorseful for his words.

"Can you blame me?” he responds, his eyes dark with desire as he looks down at her.

“How can I resist when I have such a delectable and willing nymph in my bed? And yes, I'm well aware that I'm still inside you, keeping my seed inside you. It's a very pleasant feeling" He leans down, nipping her ear.

"We barely even met and you're already planning on it to take aren't you?" Telemachus chuckles at her words, his lips curving into a sly smile. He props himself up on his elbow, looking down at her with an unabashed eagerness.

"Is it that obvious?" he asks, his voice a low rumble. "Can you blame me? You're far too beautiful and enticing to resist. I've never met anyone quite like you, and I can't help but want to make you mine, completely and utterly."

"By getting me pregnant on the second day? You work fast, don't you my Prince~." (Y/N) points out with a teasing smile.

Telemachus grins at her response, his eyes glimmering with desire and mischief.

"And what if that is my intention?” he counters, his voice a low rumble in his chest.

“Is that such a bad thing? To make you mine, to have you carry my child, to bind you to me forever and always?"

"I don't mind if it's you" (Y/N) answers, pecking his lips.

Telemachus's heart races and his breath catches in his chest at her simple yet honest response. He reaches out and cups her face in his hand, his thumb gently stroking her cheek as he looks down at her with a mixture of desire and tenderness.

"You have no idea how happy that makes me,” he murmurs, his voice soft and filled with emotion. "To know that you would willingly give yourself to me, to bear my child..."

"Now don't get too ahead of ourselves now, I want to get to know this place as well as get to know your Mother, the poor woman had enough heart attacks from the both of us" (Y/N) calms him down, placing a finger on his lips.

Telemachus laughs, amused and slightly chagrined by her words. He knows she's right, that they should slow down a bit and take some time to get acquainted with his home and his family.

"You're right, you're right," he concedes, although reluctantly. "I suppose we should take a break and satisfy your curiosity about my home and family."

"And most importantly" (Y/N) cups his cheek.

"I wish to get to know you more"

Telemachus's expression softens at her words, his heart swelling with affection for her. The realization that she's not just interested in him physically, but also wants to get to know him on a deeper level, means the world to him.

"You have no idea how much that means to me" he says, his voice barely above a whisper. "I want to get to know you too, every aspect of you. Your hopes, your dreams, your fears, your quirks..."

"I'm glad you didn't fall in love with me for just my body" (Y/N) teases, grinning at him.

Telemachus laughs and rolls his eyes, amused by her jest. He gently pinches her side, chuckling at her little squeak of protest.

"Oh, don't worry, I did fall in love with your body," he teases back, his eyes roaming over her form with a possessive, appreciative gaze. "But it's not the only thing I love about you. You're so much more than that. You're smart, and strong, and witty, and so damn stubborn...and that body as well." Telemachus jokes.

"You insatiable man." (Y/N) scold him a little, slapping his bare chest.

Telemachus laughs, unrepentant as he catches her hand in his, holding it against his chest. He brings her hand up to his lips, pressing a kiss against her knuckles as repentance.

"Guilty as charged," he responds with a wicked grin. "But can you blame me? With such a beautiful, captivating woman in my bed, how else am I supposed to act?"

"You mean by the river" (Y/N) reminded, making Telemachus remember their very first time at the river two days ago.

"Ah yes, the river," he says, a smile tugging at his lips. "How could I forget? That was certainly a... memorable experience. But the bed is much preferable, I must say."

"What? The river wasn't preferable to you?" (Y/N) asked teasingly.

Telemachus snorts, shaking his head in amusement at her teasing. He leans down, pressing a kiss against her forehead.

"Don't get me wrong, it was a very enjoyable experience," he says, his voice laced with a hint of mock-offense. "But the bed is far more comfortable, and far more private. And I, for one, enjoy being able to take my time and fully enjoy your body without having to worry about someone stumbling upon us."

"With how much you were pounding me by the river side like a rabid beast I highly doubt you'd care about anyone stumbling upon us" (Y/N) teases, tracing a finger on his chest.

"Fair point, fair point," he admits, his eyes sparkling with humor and desire as he gazes down at her. "Once I had you in my arms, I doubt anything could have stopped me. I was quite... feral, wasn't I?"

"But you're my feral beast, no one else~" (Y/N) reiterated, pecking his lips.

"Damn right, I'm your feral beast," he mutters, his voice thick with emotion. "And you're my beautiful nymph, mine and mine only. I won't let anyone else have you, ever."

"Alright, calm down, you feral beast of the night, let's go take a bath" (Y/N) calms him down, standing up, albeit with a bit of a struggle, before pulling him to his washroom.

Telemachus laughs, amused by her banter, and allows her to pull him up and lead him into the washroom. He follows behind her eagerly, his gaze roaming over her bare form without an ounce of shame. As soon as they enter the washroom, he wraps his arms around her from behind, pressing a kiss against the nape of her neck.

"Let me help you, my love," Telemachus whispers in her ear, his voice a low rumble as (Y/N) began cleaning herself, lifting a pail of water.

"Carry this for me then" (Y/N) requested, handing him a pail of water.

Telemachus takes the pail from her "Anything for you," he replies with a small smile, holding the pail firmly in his hands. "What do you want me to do with it?"

"Wash yourself" (Y/N) said with a teasing smile, scrubbing her arm.

Telemachus raises an eyebrow, his expression filled with mock-indignation. "You're just going to make me wash myself while you stand there all sudsy and temptingly delicious?" he asks, his voice laced with a hint of playful accusation.

"Yes" (Y/N) answers blankly, rinsing herself.

Telemachus grumbles under his breath, but he can't help the small smile that tugs at the corner of his mouth as he watches her rinsing herself. He sets the pail down and grabs the ladle, scooping up some water to wash himself.

"You're a cruel woman, you know that?" he says, his tone half-joking, half-serious as he scrubs his body.

"You may be my feral beast but I prefer you to be clean" (Y/N) commented, pecking his lips with an innocent kiss.

"You make a valid point," he concedes, smiling down at her. "I suppose I don't mind being a clean feral beast, as long as it pleases you."

"Your Mother would too, poor woman, the shenanigans you pulled as a child" (Y/N) points out, a teasing smile on her lips.

"Ugh, don't remind me," he mutters, rubbing a hand over his face. "I was quite the troublemaker as a child, I'll admit it. My poor mother had her hands full with me. I'm lucky she still loves me, despite all the chaos I caused."

"Every Mother does" (Y/N) states, as she began drying herself in one of Telemachus' towels.

Telemachus watches as she dries herself, his gaze roaming over her body appreciatively. He reaches out, taking the towel from her and running it gently over her skin, helping to dry her off. He can't help but run his hands over her smooth flesh, wanting to touch and feel every inch of her.

"You're right," he says, his voice is low and rough with desire. "My mother is a saint for putting up with me all these years."

(Y/N) chuckles at his actions over her. "You're awfully doting, is this the Prince's aftercare?" (Y/N) asked teasingly.

Telemachus laughs and rolls his eyes, not denying the suggestion. He continues running the towel over her body, his touch slow and deliberate.

"Perhaps," he responds, a hint of a smirk on his face. "Is there anything wrong with a Prince wanting to take care of his beloved nymph after some... vigorous activities?"

"His Nymph would say...he should do it more often~" (Y/N) teases, pecking his lips.

Telemachus chuckles and grins. He tosses the towel aside and pulls her closer against him

"Is that so?" he murmurs, his voice low and sultry as he presses kisses against her neck and shoulder. "You want me to pamper you more often, do you?"

"Well I am to sire your children, after all so...better start somewhere~" (Y/N) teases, stroking his chest.

Telemachus laughs again, the sound deep and rich as he pulls her even closer against him, his body pressing against hers. "You're incorrigible, you know that?" he murmurs, his fingers tracing a path down her spine.

"You can't even resist the opportunity to tease me and rile me up, even when I'm trying to be a proper Prince and take care of you. It's positively maddening."

"Ah ah ah, calm yourself down, My Prince~" (Y/N) teases, splashing water to his face.

Telemachus sputters as the water splashes him in the face, caught completely off guard by the unexpected attack. He blinks, shaking his head to clear the water from his eyes, then glares playfully down at (Y/N).

"You little minx." he growls, his words laced with mock-irritation. "You just can't help yourself, can you? Always finding new ways to tease and rile me up, even when I'm trying to behave myself."

(Y/N) laughs at his proclaim "Since when have you ever behaved yourself?" She points out, as she begins to wear the shimmering midnight blue chiton Queen Penelope gifted her.

Telemachus watches as she puts on the shimmering blue chiton fabric, his eyes raking over her body appreciatively. He can't help but admire how the material looks against her skin, the way it drapes over her curves... He groans, his gaze darkening with desire as he tries to hold himself back from pouncing on her.

"I do behave myself... occasionally," he says, his voice a low grumble as he tries to keep his hands to himself. "But you make it so damn difficult."

"Well behave yourself then, because I want that tour, and get to know your mother more" (Y/N) points out, crossing her arms, waiting for her Prince to dress himself up.

Telemachus sighs dramatically, reluctantly tearing his gaze away from her. He picks up a towel and dries himself off quickly, struggling to rein in his desire and focus on her request. Once he's decently dry, he quickly dresses himself, trying to ignore the way his body is still thrumming with desire for her.

"Fine, fine," he grumbles, although there's no real annoyance in his voice. "I'll behave myself and show you around the palace. But after that... you're all mine, Nymph."

"No no, Your Mother's planning on giving me a few lessons on etiquette, I'm afraid you'll have to wait, My Prince~" (Y/N) reveals once more with a smile.

"You're going to make me wait, are you?" he asks, his voice laced with exaggerated disappointment. "You're truly a cruel woman, my Nymp. Leaving me all teased up and eager, and then telling me I have to wait to have you. It's torture, pure torture."

(Y/N) laughs as they began walking out of his room with Telemachus leading the way.

"Is it really that torturous when you just had your way with me earlier?" (Y/N) asked, tilting her head.

"When you put it that way... no, it's not that torturous, I suppose," he grumbles, rubbing a hand over his face. "But still, I can't help but want you every second of the day. It's like a damn maddening itch I can't scratch."

"Keep it to yourself for now, My beloved, and on with the tour, please?" (Y/N) pats his cheek, holding his arm.

"As you wish, my beautiful Nymph," he says, with a small sigh. "Now, let me show you my humble home."

Telemachus leads her through the palace, showing off the various rooms and areas, while sharing stories and anecdotes about his adolescence and time growing up here.

Eventually, they come to the grand Hall, its high ceilings and pillars a testament to the palace's opulence.

"And this," he says, gesturing to the room with a flourish, "Is where the legendary Suitors will be making fools of themselves for the foreseeable future."

"Suitors? Who are they,exactly?" (Y/N) asked, tilting her head.

Telemachus' expression darkened, his jaw clenching slightly. He didn't really want to think or talk about the Suitors, but he figured he shouldn't have expected to avoid the topic forever.

"They're a group of pompous, self-important assholes who've been camped out in my home for the last thirteen years," he mutters, his voice low and filled with anger and disgust. "They're here, supposedly, to compete for my Mother's hand in marriage and the throne. But truthfully, they're just a bunch of arrogant assholes getting drunk and making fools of themselves every night."

"They just don't want to leave your Mother alone, don't they?" (Y/N) asked in a somber tone.

"That's an understatement," Telemachus grumbles darkly.

"They're parasites, sucking the life and joy from my home and my family. They show up under the pretenses of wanting to marry my Mother and become king, but the truth is they're just a bunch of spoiled, selfish brats who want the power and prestige that comes with the throne." His grip on her arm tightens for a moment, his anger and frustration palpable.

(Y/N) caresses his arm, trying to calm him down.

Telemachus lets out a deep sigh, some of the tension draining from his body as she caresses his arm. He gazes down at her, his expression softening as he looks at her comforting gesture.

"Sorry," he mutters, his voice quiet and contrite. "I hate talking about the Suitors. They just disgust me. And I've had to deal with them for so long that it's hard not to let it rile me up."

"It's understandable, you've dealt with them ever since you were a child" (Y/N) said with a smile.

"Yes, far too long," he mumbles, scowling as he gazes at the empty Hall. "They're such obnoxious fools. All they do is sit around, stuffing their faces and drinking my family's wine. They care more about the luxurious lifestyle and power they think they'll obtain than they do about anything actually important."

"If only your Father were here" (Y/N) sadly muses, holding his arm.

Telemachus nods in agreement, his expression solemn. He stares out at the empty ballroom, his thoughts turning to his long-absent father.

"If only," he mutters, his voice heavy with a mix of sadness, anger, and longing. "But he's been gone for so long now. Mother still holds out hope that he'll return someday, but I... I've given up on that dream, honestly."

"It's okay to feel that way, My love" (Y/N) reassures with a sad smile.

"Thank you," he says quietly, his voice soft and sincere. "It's not easy to give up on the idea of a lost parent, but it's been so long now that I've resigned myself to the fact that he's gone and won't be coming back. It hurts, but life must go on. And I have you now, so I suppose it's not all bad."

"Is that why you've been training so hard?" Egeria asked, fussing over him.

"Yes, that's part of it," he says, his voice quiet. "The absence of my father... it's always weighed heavily on me. I've trained hard to become stronger, to prove that I can stand on my own. It's a way to push through the pain and not let it bring me down."

(Y/N) looks at him in shock, stunned, before smiling fondly at him, pulling him into a hug

"I couldn't believe I could even fall harder for you, Telemachus" (Y/N) admits, blush dusting across her cheeks

Telemachus melts into her embrace, her words and the feeling of her body against his instantly soothing his troubled emotions. He buries his face in the crook of her neck, relishing the way her hair feels against his skin. He wraps his arms around her in return, hugging her tightly against him.

"You're so sweet, my nymph," he mumbles against her skin, his voice low and affectionate. "You have no idea how much hearing you say that means to me."

"When will you ever drop that Nymph theory?" (Y/N) asked while still hugging him.

"Probably never. I prefer to keep thinking of you as a nymph," He replies, his voice a low, playful rumble. "It suits you, you know. A beautiful, exotic river nymph... it fits you perfectly."

"You and your nicknames~" (Y/N) rolls her eyes, before pecking his lips.

"What can I say? I like giving you nicknames," he murmurs, his voice low and affectionate. "And you're just so lovely, it's hard to stop myself from coming up with new ones for you. My beautiful nymph, my sweet (Y/N)... the list goes on."

"Ok, ok, you Love Bug, I still need to be taught under your Mother, I bet you have a lot of Royal duties or training to attend to" (Y/N) points out, smiling fondly at him.

"Ugh, why do you have to be so sensible?" he grumbles, giving her a mock-glare. "But you're right. I hate it, but I do have things I need to do. Training and other royal duties. Ugh."

"Well, you do wish to be strong and responsible, correct?" (Y/N) asked, tilting her head.

Telemachus sighs, knowing she's right once again. Yes, he does want to be strong and responsible, even if it wasn't always easy. He nods, his pout softening into a resigned expression.

"Yes, I do," he replies, his voice resigned. "And I suppose that means letting you go so you can go have your etiquette lessons with my Mother. Begrudgingly letting you go, that is."

"Don't worry my Beloved, we'll see each other later" (Y/N) smiles, pecking his lips once more, as he began guiding her to his Mother's Quarters.

"I know, I know," he mutters, pouting slightly. "But it still doesn't make it easier to let you go. I'll miss you while you're off learning how to be all proper and poised. I much prefer you being a wild nymph, if I'm being honest."

"But if I were to stand next to you one day, It'll only embarrass not only you, but all of Ithaca, correct?" (Y/N) asked, making Telemachus shocked at how dedicated she is to him, to the point of changing herself for him.

Telemachus stops in his tracks, completely taken aback by her words. He stares at her. He can't believe that she would be so willing to change herself for him, to become more "proper" simply because she wants to stand beside him one day.

"(Y/N)..." he says slowly, his voice full of awe and emotion. "You... you really would do that? For me?"

"I'd do anything for you, Telemachus" (Y/N) stated, a smile on her lips.

Without saying a word, he steps forward and pulls her into a tight, almost desperate embrace, burying his face in the crook of her neck.

"I don't know what I did to deserve you," he mumbles against her skin, his voice thick with emotion. "You're so sweet, so wonderful... you're everything I could ever want, everything I could ever need. I'm the luckiest man alive to have found you, My Nymph. Gods, I love you so much it's almost painful."

"Telemachus, you deserve me, You big heart won me over on day one" (Y/N) reassures, patting his back as he began tearing up.

Telemachus buries his face even further into her neck "I don't deserve you, (Y/N)" he mutters, his voice filled with a mixture of love, self-deprecation, and a hint of insecurity. "You're too perfect, too wonderful. I'm just... me. How could the gods have blessed me with you?"

"Will you please stop being lovey dovey in front of my door? As much as I like seeing such a sight, I'd like it not as frequent as possible" Queen Penelope suddenly opens her door, making the two love birds leap out of their embrace

Telemachus looks like a mixture of flustered and embarrassed, his face turning slightly red. "Ah... Mother," he says sheepishly, trying to compose himself as best as he can. "We... uh... we were just...We were just coming to see you so I could drop (Y/N) off." he explains, trying to act casual even though his heart is still racing.

Penelope glances at the two of them, a slight smirk on her lips as she takes in their flustered states. She can see the affection between them, and it warms her heart, if not also slightly amuses her.

"Ah yes, I see that," she says, her voice laced with slight amusement. "Well, you've arrived just in time. Come, my dear (Y/N), let us start your lessons."

"Coming" (Y/N) answers, walking to Penelope's door, smiling at Telemachus before disappearing into his Mother's door.

Telemachus watches as Egeria follows his Mother inside, closing the door behind them. Telemachus stands there for a moment longer, still processing everything that just happened. Then, with a mix of eagerness and impatience, he heads off to his own training.

(Y/N) looks around Penelope's quarters, before setting her gaze to a weaving mechanism she never saw before.

"What is that?" (Y/N) asked, curious.

Penelope looks at the weaving mechanism that (Y/N) is looking at, a smile on her face. She walks over to it and runs her hand over the smooth wood, clearly proud of it.

"This, my dear (Y/N), is a loom. It's a tool used for weaving fabric and creating cloth," she explains, her voice filled with warmth and wisdom. "It's been used for generations, a symbol of tradition and craftsmanship."

"What are you making?" (Y/N) asked, looking at the cloth she's making.

"It's beautiful"

Penelope glances down at the cloth she's weaving and smiles.

"Thank you," she says, a hint of sadness in her voice. "This is a burial shroud. It's for Laertes, Telemachus's grandfather. But I suppose you could say I'm... taking my time with it." (Y/N) tilted her head in confusion

Penelope sees the confused expression on (Y/N)'s face, and she chuckles softly. She takes a seat on a nearby chair and gestures for (Y/N) to sit as well.

"You see, my dear, I've been using this shroud as an excuse to not select one of the suitors," she explains. "I tell them I won't chose one until I finish it, but the truth is, I have no intention of ever finishing it. Especially now that Telemachus is courting you."

(Y/N) blushes a bit, before understanding the reason.

"...I see where Telemachus gets his cunning from" (Y/N) states with a smile.

Penelope grins, pleased that (Y/N) understood her meaning.

"Ah, yes, Telemachus is a bit more clever than he lets on," she replies, her voice affectionate. "And it seems he takes after me more than his father in some ways."

She chuckles softly and pats (Y/N)'s hand. Her expression then turns a bit more serious.

"But my dear, there is something I need to discuss with you.

As I'm sure Telemachus has told you, the situation on Ithaca has grown... tense. These suitors, they grow more impatient and unruly with each passing day. I fear that they may resort to drastic measures soon, if we don't find a way to placate them."

"Then...what can I do to help?" (Y/N) asked, looking at the Queen, worried.

Penelope smiles, appreciating (Y/N)'s willingness to help.

"My dear, I must admit, I'm impressed by your dedication to Telemachus and to helping Ithaca," she says, her voice full of admiration. "But for now, the best thing you can do is be there for Telemachus. Support him, encourage him. He needs it, more than he lets on, You're good for him, my dear. You give him strength."

"I will, I promise" (Y/N) smiles, nodding at Penelope.

Penelope nods in approval, satisfied with (Y/N)'s determination.

"Good."

She stands up, gesturing for (Y/N) to do the same.

"Now, let us get started with your lessons. We have much to cover, and I have a feeling you'll be a quick learner."

Over the next few hours, Penelope instructs (Y/N) in the ways of etiquette and grace, teaching her how to walk, speak, and comport herself with elegance.

She demonstrates proper table manners, move with a certain regalness, and emphasizes the importance of being poised and unflappable under pressure.

There are moments of laughter and struggle, but (Y/N) proves to be a quick learner as Penelope had predicted. Despite her naturally carefree and unassuming demeanor, she absorbs the lessons with a focus and determination that is both admirable and impressive.

As the lesson continues, Penelope finds herself marveling at (Y/N)'s progress and adaptability.

"You know, (Y/N), I must say, you're picking up these lessons quite quickly," she observes with a hint of curiosity. "Perhaps... perhaps a bit too quickly."

"Oh, Thank you, My Aunt taught me a lot of things, she's quite a graceful and intelligent woman" (Y/N) explains with a fond smile

Penelope nods, her curiosity piqued even more. There's something about the way (Y/N) mentions her Aunt that leaves her unsatisfied with that simple answer. In that brief mention, she can tell that there's much more to her story.

"Your Aunt, you say..." she muses, her voice trailing off. "...she must be quite a remarkable woman."

"Very much so, She's one of the few people I know at the side of my Family" (Y/N) answers with a smile.

Penelope observes (Y/N) quietly for a moment longer, noting the slight change in her expression. There's a hint of sadness and resentment underlying her words that speaks volumes.

"I see," she says gently. "It seems you and your family... don't get along well."

"I've only met a few of them, but I'm still not close to many of them because of my Father's tendencies" (Y/N) explains with a sad smile.

"Ah... I understand that all too well, my dear," she says quietly, her voice soft with empathy. "Family can be... complicated, to put it mildly."

"But I swear! I don't wish to complicate anything for Telemachus, I wish for a happy family as well, Mother" (Y/N) reassures Penelope, worried she might see (Y/N)'s past unfit for Telemachus.

"Of course, my dear, I know you have nothing but good intentions," she reassures her. "And I can see your devotion to Telemachus. It's quite plain, for all to see."

She pauses, considering her next words.

"But my concern is not just about Telemachus. It's about you, as well."

She steps closer and takes (Y/N)'s hand in hers. Her gaze is serious but caring.

"You come from a complicated family, This can be a heavy burden to bear. But more than that..."

She lets out a sigh, carefully choosing her words.

"It's the secret you're hiding from him, dearest. That... troubles me."

(Y/N) flinches, she knew it, she knew she couldn't hide it from a mother, as she closes her eyes, holding Penelope's hand firmly.

"I'm not sure if I have the strength to tell him yet, Mother" (Y/N) frowns.

Penelope squeezes (Y/N)'s hand, her touch firm yet gentle. She nods, understanding the struggle (Y/N) is facing.

"I understand, my dear. I know it's not easy. But... the secret you're holding, it's bound to come to light eventually. And the longer you wait, the harder it will be to share it, You can't keep it hidden forever."

"Ok, but...I wish to tell you first, to see if you'd still give your blessing for us...to me" (Y/N) said with a frown.

Penelope's eyes widen, surprised by (Y/N)'s request. She considers it for a moment, her expression serious but open-minded.

"Very well, my dear. If you wish to share your secret with me first, then I shall listen. But remember, I cannot give my blessing based on my opinion alone. Telemachus must know the truth as well."

"Ok...here it goes" (Y/N) takes a deep breath, looking directly at Penelope

"I'm... Poseidon's daughter"

Penelope's eyes widen even further, the revelation catching her off guard. She knew (Y/N) was hiding something, but this... this was beyond anything she could've imagined.

She takes a moment to collect her thoughts before responding, her voice a mix of surprise and curiosity.

"Poseidon... the God of the Seas. You're his daughter?"

(Y/N) frowns, nodding at her, before removing her arm bracelet, showing it more closely to Penelope

"And my Mother...was Medusa, before she was turned into a monster" (Y/N) added with a frown

The arm bracelet have sea snakes designed on them.

As (Y/N) reveals her heritage and shows her arm bracelet, Penelope's mind races trying to process the revelation. She had heard the tales of Medusa, of course, but to meet her child, (Y/N)... it was a different experience altogether.

Her gaze is fixed on the arm bracelet, adorned with sea snakes, a clear symbol of (Y/N) divine lineage. Penelope's expression is a mix of surprise and fascination.

"Poseidon... and Medusa," she whispers, the name carrying a heavy weight.

She looks back at (Y/N), her eyes filled with a mixture of awe and concern.

"This is... quite the revelation, my dear. The offspring of a god and a cursed mortal..."

She can't hide the hint of disbelief in her voice, but she tries to remain open-minded, considering the weight of (Y/N)'s revelation.

"How do you feel about all this, (Y/N)? About your parentage, and everything that it entails?"

"Huh? Are you...not disgruntled by me? Curse me out because I might bring misfortune to your family?" (Y/N) asked in shock.

Penelope's expression softens at (Y/N)'s question, her heart touched by the young woman's worries. "My dear, I could never curse you out because of your parentage. You cannot choose the blood in your veins. Just as Telemachus cannot. We are all shaped by circumstances beyond our control."

She takes a step closer, gently placing her hand on (Y/N)'s cheek. "No, I'm not disgruntled, my dear. I'm merely... shocked and trying to understand. But more than anything, I'm curious."

"If I may ask... what is it like? Growing up as the child of a god? To have Poseidon as your father, and Medusa as your mother?"

She gazes at (Y/N) intently, her curiosity getting the better of her, but not enough to override her compassion.

"Confusing" (Y/N) answers with a frown.

"Poseidon would rather focus on punishing those disrespecting him, and Medusa is still recovering from..." (Y/N) frowns, hugging herself.

Penelope nods, listening intently to (Y/N)'s response. It seemed that even the gods were not immune to family troubles. She could tell that (Y/N) was struggling to come to terms with her unique situation.

"I see," she says gently, her voice laced with empathy. "That must be very difficult, to have a father who is both powerful and absent, and a mother who is recovering from such a traumatic and tragic past."

"It's why I was mostly left to Hera, she took me in as her student, I learned a lot from her, until I decided I wanted to live on my own in the forest" (Y/N) tells her, reminiscing her peaceful stay.

*Penelope raises an eyebrow at the mention of Hera. She knew the queen of the gods was known for her jealousy and wrath, but she also knew of Hera's softer side, one that not many were privileged to see.*

"Hera, you say? It's quite unexpected to hear that Queen of the Gods took an interest in your upbringing. That's a mighty high figure indeed." She frowns slightly, a bit puzzled.

"But... why did you choose to live in solitude in the forest? If Hera was taking care of you, why not stay with her?"

"Hera still has her plights, I don't wish to intrude on it, she already has her plate full enough with Zeus" (Y/N) explains

Penelope nods, understanding (Y/N) reasoning. The tumultuous relationship between Hera and Zeus was a tale known to all. She could see how (Y/N) didn't want to add to Hera's troubles.

"I see. So, you chose solitude in the forest to give Hera peace and not burden her further." She purses her lips, considering her next words carefully. "But... that's a lonely life for such a young woman, my dear."

"It may not seem ideal but, It's what I preferred, well...before I met your Son" (Y/N) answers, blushing a bit.

Penelope smiles at (Y/N), a gentle, motherly smile. She could see how much (Y/N) cared for Telemachus in her blush. It was sweet, and it endeared her to her even more. But she was not so simple that she would forget the revelation of (Y/N)'s heritage so easily.

"And Telemachus..." she muses, her voice softer now. "what is he to you, my dear?"

(Y/N) blushes even more, pursing her lips "...He's my everything"

Penelope smiles, her heart warmed by (Y/N) declaration. The love and devotion in her voice were undeniable. She places a hand on (Y/N) shoulder, her touch gentle yet firm "That's a strong statement, my dear. And a weighty one."

She pauses, her gaze serious yet caring. "Do you understand what it means, to be someone's 'everything'?"

Penelope studies (Y/N) reaction closely, her eyes searching for any hint of doubt or uncertainty.

"To be everything to Telemachus, means you will be responsible for his happiness, his support, his love, his companion... His trust. Are you truly prepared to take on such a burden, my dear?"

"Yes, More than anything" (Y/N) answers, nodding.

Penelope smiles warmly at (Y/N) fervent response. It was clear that she was sincere, and her determination was admirable. But still... Penelope had to be sure.

"You understand that Telemachus has his own troubles, his own responsibilities. He has the weight of ruling Ithaca on his shoulders. Can you handle the stress and strain that comes with being the wife of a king?"

"I may not know it, but I'll endure, I wish to learn everything, change myself until one day, I know I'm in the position to stand next to him" (Y/N) answers with conviction.

Penelope's heart swells with pride and admiration for (Y/N). Her determination and love for Telemachus was a sight to behold. And her willingness to learn and grow, it showed maturity far beyond her years.

She takes (Y/N) hands in hers, her touch gentle yet firm. "My dear, you show a wisdom and courage not often seen. I admire your devotion, but also your humility. It'll serve you well in life, and in your relationship with Telemachus."

(Y/N) looks at her in shock, before smiling brightly at her "Thank you, Mother"

Penelope returns the smile, her eyes sparkling with warmth and affection. Motherly instincts taking over, she reaches forward and gently pulls (Y/N) into a hug, just like she would with Telemachus.

"You're welcome, my dear. I can see now that your devotion to Telemachus is genuine, and your character is steadfast. He's a lucky man..."

"No, I'm lucky because of him" (Y/N) reiterated, leaning back to face Penelope.

"You raised him quite well, Mother, I wish I could also learn that from you"

Penelope chuckles, her motherly pride evident. She was always happy to see her son be acknowledged for his virtues.

"You're too kind, my dear. I did what I could, but Telemachus is his own person. He made his own choices, including spending time with you."

"And as for learning from me, well, I'll be more than happy to help you. After all, a good wife should know a few things."

"Thank you" (Y/N) whispers, hugging her once more.

Penelope hugs her warmly in return, her arms wrapping around (Y/N) in a motherly embrace. For a brief moment, she sees not a young woman from a unique heritage, but as a daughter in need of guidance and support.

She lets the hug last a few moments more, knowing that (Y/N) probably hadn't had this kind of comfort in a long time.

"(Y/N), I have one request, also tell this to Telemachus, wake up early in the morning and come to me, I'll help you dress up, we'll meet up at the Main Hall, I have an announcement to make" Penelope requested

"Yes, I understand" (Y/N) answers, nodding.

Next Morning

Penelope greets them both in the Main Hall, looking as regal and poised as ever. (Y/N) and Telemachus enter together, Telemachus still looking groggy from the early wake-up. But they both clean up quite well and look presentable for the occasion, if a bit tired.

The Suitors quickly take notice of the Maiden next to Telemachus, but she doesn't even pay them a glance.

"Good Morning, Mother" (Y/N) smiles at her.

"Good morning, my dear" she responds to her with a voice soft yet firm.

"I imagine you are both wondering what's the purpose of this early gathering. I shall not waste your time then, and get straight to the point."

The suitors file in, their eyes hopeful and expectant as they take their places. They can feel the air of anticipation, believing that Penelope is finally going to declare which one of them she will marry.

"Suitors," she begins, her gaze sweeping the room to encompass all the men present, "I have called you here today to make an announcement, but not the sort you may expect."

"Today, I have come to a decision," she continues, her voice gaining a slight hint of determination, "For Telemachus's future..." Penelope turns her gaze to Telemachus, who straightens up as he realizes the spotlight is now on him.

Penelope turns back to face the suitors, her voice still steady and authoritative. "Indeed, I have come to a decision with regards to Telemachus, and who he will marry."

The room is even more quiet now. The suitors stare at Penelope, bewildered and eager to know who Telemachus was going to marry. Telemachus himself glances at Egeria, as if looking for reassurance.

Penelope takes a small breath, and straightens up. "I have determined, that Telemachus will marry-" She pauses for a moment, letting the suspense build for a few seconds. Then she continues softly "-is (Y/N)."

"Did you know this?" Telemachus asked in shock, looking at his bride to be

"No...no I didn't but..." (Y/N) smiled bashfully, fixing her hair as she looked at him. "It's a pleasant surprise" she smiled softly at him, as he smiled back at her.

The suitors grumble amongst themselves, their faces a mix of irritation and disappointment. Some of them had been holding out hope even after all this time, and were clearly not happy with the decision. But they all grudgingly accept that there's nothing they can do. They bow their heads in acceptance, though a few send resentful glances toward Telemachus and (Y/N).

But they did notice...(Y/N) is a very beautiful girl.

As the suitors look at Egeria, it's clear that their annoyance softens somewhat as they take in her beauty.

One of the suitors, a stocky man named Antonius, looks (Y/N) up and down, an appreciative look in his eyes. scheming.

Antonius steps forward, addressing Penelope. "Your Majesty," he says, his voice smooth and charming. "If I may say so, Telemachus has chosen well. This (Y/N) is lovely and graceful."

Penelope smiles politely, but her eyes are sharp and observant. She doesn't miss the way Antonius is eyeing (Y/N) with interest. But she simply responds, her voice neutral. "Yes, (Y/N) is indeed a beauty. Telemachus is fortunate to have her."

Antonius bows his head, then turns his attention back to (Y/N). He steps closer, his eyes raking appreciatively over her form. Telemachus, seeing this, bristles slightly, a possessive glint in his eyes.

Antonius grins at (Y/N), clearly enjoying the fact that he's riling Telemachus up. He makes a show of admiring her, walking around them, making sure to ogle at her most intimate parts, his eyes practically undressing her.

(Y/N) only looks at him uncomfortably, hiding behind Telemachus with a tight frown.

Antonius continues to ogle (Y/N) without any shame. Telemachus clenches his jaw, his jealousy and protectiveness growing stronger by the second. He takes a step forward to defend (Y/N), but Penelope swiftly holds up a hand to stop him.

"Antonius," Penelope says, her voice mild yet commanding. "Do not forget that Telemachus and (Y/N) are betrothed. It's highly inappropriate for you to be admiring her in such a…bold manner."

Antonius shrugs, unbothered by Penelope's reprimand. He gives (Y/N) one last lingering look before moving away, a sly grin playing on his lips. Telemachus glares at him, his fists clenched, but Penelope's hand on his arm holds him back.

Penelope turns to Telemachus, her voice low and gentle. "Let it be, my son," she murmurs. "Antonius only wants to provoke a reaction from you. Don't give him the satisfaction."*

Telemachus huffs, glaring at Antinous's retreating back. But he knows his mother is right, so he takes a deep breath and tries to calm himself. He glances over at (Y/N), who is looking a bit rattled by Antonius's attention.

(Y/N) simply holds his arm, shaking a bit.

Seeing (Y/N)'s unease, Telemachus immediately wraps a protective arm around her. He pulls her closer to his side, as if shielding her from Antonius's leering gaze.

(A/N: I love do me some lore bombs)

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Writing Notes: Medieval Beasts

for your next poem/story (pt. 2)

Lacta - a small animal that lives in the graves of the dead

Martineta - a bird that does not decay when dead

Nightingale - a bird that sings to relieve the tedium as it sits on its nest through the night. At dawn, it sings so enthusiastically that it almost dies. Sometimes nightingales compete with each other with their songs, and the one that loses the competition often dies.

Oriole - a bird that is gold all over, except for some blue on the wings; hangs its nest from the end of branches; from the ground, they appear to float in the air

Paradisi - called bird of paradise because of its celestial beauty; brown and small; the sweetness of its voice can arouse devotion and joy in people; if captured, it will not stop crying until it is freed; rarely found away from the region of the Nile River

Stymphalis - a man-eating bird with a beak of bronze, sharp metallic feathers it can launch at its victims, and poisonous dung; according to the Greek legend of the Labors of Hercules, he destroyed the birds with poisoned arrows

Thamur - a worm with blood that can be used to split the hardest stone, like marble; Solomon discovered this property when he needed to shape marble for an alter without using iron to cut it, which was against Jewish law

Uria - a worm found in pigs; blisters form where it bites because the bitten flesh burns

Yale - a beast with flexible horns that it can move at will; when it fights, it keeps one horn pointed backward, so that if the horn it is fighting with is damaged, it can bring the other to the front. It is the size of a horse, but has the tail of an elephant and the jaws of a boar, and is black. The basilisk is its enemy, and if it finds the yale asleep it stings it between the eyes, causing its eyes to swell until they burst.

Zerahav - a bird that lays its eggs at the bottom of the ocean; then floats on the surface above the eggs where she can watch them, and incubates them from there. When the eggs hatch, she dives to the bottom and brings her chicks to the shore, where she feeds them.

Source ⚜ More: Writing Notes & References ⚜ Part 1 ⚜ Medieval Period

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Unwanted: Chapter 2, Unspeakable - Pt. 1

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Avenger!Fem!Reader

Summary: When your FWB relationship with your best friend Bucky Barnes turns into something more, you couldn’t be happier. That is, however, until a new Avenger sets her sights on your super soldier and he inadvertently breaks your heart. You take on a mission you might not be prepared for to put some distance between the two of you and open yourself up to past traumas. Too bad the only one who can help you heal is the one person you can no longer trust.

Warnings: (For this part only; see Story Masterlist for general Warnings) Language, mentions of alcohol, longing looks/touches, this part's mostly fluff, ngl.

Word Count: 1.1k

Previously On...: And from that night, you and Bucky became best friends. Because there are some things you can't share without ending up liking each other, and the stuff of your nightmares was one of them.

A/N: I thought the Harry Potter quote was appropriate to bastardize for the Previously On... Don't come for me, lol

Banner By: The absolutely amazing @mrsbuckybarnes1917

Taglist: (Please let me know if you’d like to be added!)  @blackhawkfanatic @les-sel @marcswife21

From that night on, Bucky found every excuse he could to touch you. It was as though, after so many years of nothing but cold cruelty, he had become addicted to the warmth and softness of your skin. You didn't mind in the least; you liked the way he wrapped his arm around your stomach and rested his chin in the crook of your shoulder when he came up behind you, or the way he pulled your hand onto his thigh and traced the lines of your palm with his index finger while you watched TV in the common room, side by side.

One afternoon, you were standing in front of a monitor in your lab, lost in thought as the numbers from your latest algorithm trial ran across the screen. So immersed were you in the data that you didn't notice the form coming up behind you until two hands grabbed you by the waist, lifting you up and spinning you.

Without thinking, your years of training kicked in, like flipping on a switch. You stomped down, hard, on the top of your assailant's foot with your heel, while simultaneously throwing your elbow back into their solar plexus. The attacker let out a low "Oof" and released their hold on you, giving you the opportunity to drop your weight low and spin on your toes to face them.

Bucky stood stooped before you, one hand clutching his abdomen where your elbow had made contact, the other hand held up in surrender. The other hand?

"Jesus Christ, Buck!" you panted. "You scared the shit out of me!"

"I was trying to surprise you, you hell beast," Bucky said, though he was smiling. Rubbing the tender spot of nerves you had so artfully disturbed, he asked "Where'd you learn to fight so dirty?"

"Krav Maga," you beamed, pleased that you'd managed to get a hit on a super soldier, even if Bucky hadn't been actually attacking you. "Care to tell me how you managed to end up with two fucking arms?"

Now it was Buck's turn to beam at you as he held out his new left arm for your perusal. You took the hand, inspecting it. Black metal gleamed in the light of your lab. You turned the arm over, admiring the craftsmanship. "This is a thing of beauty, Buck," you murmured, trailing your fingers along the gold veins that ran through the metal. Bucky involuntarily shivered at your touch. "You can feel that?" you asked him, awestruck. He nodded, his face awash in delight.

You leaned in to examine it more closely. If you didn't know any better, you'd say it was... But, no, it couldn't be– "Bucky," you said in astonishment, looking up to meet his eye, "is this vibranium?"

Bucky grinned from ear to ear, looking like a little boy who had gotten just what he'd asked for for Christmas. "It was a gift. From the Wakandans, for helping them capture Helmut Zemo." Bucky seemed almost shy at revealing why the Wakandans had gifted him the arm, as though he was still uncomfortable with being acknowledged for doing good instead of being blamed for committing evil.

"This..." you started, at a loss for words. "Bucky, this is amazing! The Wakandans are the most technologically advanced nation on the planet. This makes the arm I've been working on look like a fucking stick."

Bucky cocked his head and studied you as you studied the vibranium appendage. "You were making me an arm, doll?" he asked, throat choked on emotion.

You looked up at him, a blush of color rising to your cheeks. "Well, I was trying to. I wasn't going to say anything until I knew it would work; I didn't want to get your hopes up, but this... this is worlds better than anything I could have manufactured."

Bucky gently pulled his metal arm from your hand and used it to cup your cheek, instead. You leaned into the cool, hard metal. "That's the sweetest thing anyone has ever done for me," he murmured. You gave him a soft smile.

"You're one of my best friends, and you deserve all the good things," you told him with a shrug of your shoulder. "Including two functioning arms."

Bucky pulled you into a hug and you returned his embrace, relishing in the feeling of being completely held by him. "I don't know what I'd do without you, Pocket," he said into the top of your head.

You pulled back to look up at him. "Well, hopefully, you'll never have to find out." You stayed like that for a few moments longer, neither of you willing to be the first to let go. "You know what," you said, eventually pulling away from him, "we should celebrate."

Bucky looked down at you with a glint in his eye. "Celebrate, huh? What should we do?"

"Anything you want," you told him, moving out of the cage of his arms. Arms. You still couldn't believe it. "It's your arm we're celebrating."

He studied you for a moment, and there was a look in his eyes you couldn't quite decipher. As the heat of Bucky's gaze lingered on you, a shiver ran down your spine. There was something different about the way he looked at you now, something that made your heart race and your palms grow sweaty. It was as if every fiber of his being was focused solely on you, his eyes tracing every contour of your face with an almost alarming intensity.

"Can we start those Hobbit movies?" he asked.

"That's how you want to celebrate?" you smiled up at him. "You're such a fucking nerd. Yeah, we can absolutely do that. Oh, shit--" you remembered. "It's Girls' Night tonight. It’s fine– I can skip it."

"No," said Bucky, and the look he'd been giving you had vanished, leaving you to wonder if you'd simply imagined it to begin with, "go to Girls' Night. I know how much you look forward to those."

"I said we'd celebrate, and I want to celebrate," you insisted. "I can bow out of Girls' Night early. I'll just pop in, have one glass of wine, and then I'll be all yours; they can manage without me for a night."

Bucky hit you with his devil-charming grin. "All mine?" he asked, a mischievous lilt to his voice.

Rolling your eyes, you playfully slapped at his chest. "You know what I mean, asshat."

"Another dollar in the jar," he tsked.

"Get the fuck out of here and let me get back to work," you said with a laugh, shooing him away. You followed him with your eyes as he made his way to the door. Right before he went through, he turned around and looked back over at you, giving you a parting smile before walking off.

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