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poweringthroughthis · 1 year ago

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dominated by my boss | matthew kim

nsfw, mature content, mdni

ship: big matthew(BM) x male reader

desc: m/n has spent way too long fantasizing about his hot boss, Matthew Kim. Despite being on friendly terms with the muscle hunk, he can't help but dream about being ravished by the giant god.

m/n knows it's completely unethical of him, but maybe he's luckier than he thought.

warnings: dirty talk, strength kink, body worship, anal fingering, anal s*x, hair pulling, consensual hitting, manhandling

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The office was alive with activity, the sounds of keyboard strokes and phone conversations filling the air. In his cubicle, m/n sat staring blankly at his computer screen, his mind elsewhere. His heart raced as he imagined BM walking past his desk once again. He couldn't help but steal glances at his attractive boss whenever he got the chance. Each time their eyes met, m/n felt a jolt of excitement shoot through him. It was evident that BM noticed him too, despite his attempts to remain discreet.

As they shared a quick glance, their eyes locked, and m/n felt heat spread throughout his entire body. He could feel his cheeks flush red as he tried to focus on his work. But no matter how much he told himself to stay professional, images of BM dominating him kept flashing before his eyes. It wasn't just lust that filled him; there was also fear mixed in there - fear of rejection perhaps? Despite these conflicting feelings, he knew he had to try somehow.

"Hey," he said nervously, catching his attention. BM turned slowly towards him, raising an eyebrow quizzically. "Um...well you know...we should probably discuss something." m/n's voice faltered slightly, causing him to blush even more deeply. He couldn't believe he was trying to get his boss to sleep with him. His boss with huge biceps, that seemed to rip through the fabric of his dress shirt every time he folded his arms, his boss with thighs so thick they left no room for air in BM's grey linen pants, his boss with a height of over 6 ft that made m/n imagine how it would make him feel as he towered over the younger male, most importantly; his boss with a chest so big, m/n wanted nothing but to squeeze and suck on it for hours.

Matthew smirked slightly, clearly amused by m/n's awkwardness. Yet there was something in his gaze that made m/n hopeful – a glimmer of interest perhaps? Determined to find out if there was any possibility of them becoming more than just boss and employee, m/n gathered his courage and continued speaking. "I think we might have some things to talk about outside of work..." BM raised an eyebrow in surprise at this suggestion. It seemed like he hadn't expected such forwardness from him, despite the both of them having numerous subtle touches for the past few weeks.

However, instead of dismissing him outright, BM listened intently as the seemingly shy male revealed his deepest desires. He admitted how he longed for someone strong and confident enough to take charge completely. Someone like BM, who could make him submit entirely without ever hesitating or showing mercy. At first, BM looked surprised by this admission, but gradually, a smile started forming on his lips. He found himself intrigued by the thought of taming this meek young man who turned out to be extremely freaky underneath. Finally, he replied with determination written all over his face, "Alright then.

I accept your offer." The words fell like sweet music to m/n's ears, as he allowed himself to imagine what exactly BM meant by accepting his proposal. As they walked away from the office together, both men couldn't help but exchange glances that spoke volumes about the intensity of emotions running through them. It was clear that both parties were eager to explore the boundaries of their newfound connection beyond the confines of their workplace. Inside BM's car, the silence hung heavy between them for several moments. Both men were lost in their own thoughts while anticipation built up inside them.

Suddenly, BM broke the silence by asking softly, "So where do you want to go?" m/n swallowed nervously before replying, "I don't really care. Wherever you want to take me will be fine." This statement only served to fuel BM's desire further. With determination etched across his features, he drove swiftly towards his destination. All along the journey, neither of them uttered another word, allowing tension to simmer beneath the surface.

As soon as they arrived at their destination, BM took charge without hesitation. He yanked m/n forward roughly, pressing their crotches together, successfully arching m/n's back and proceeded to tear m/n's top into pieces.

He moaned shamelessly at BM's manly display of strength. His boss could easily throw him around like a rag doll and it turned m/n on to no end.

BM grabbed m/n by his wrist and dragged him towards the bedroom. Without breaking stride, he slapped m/n's face, making him stumble. The words coming out of BM's mouth about what he was going to do to his innocent employee almost made the younger cum already.

BM made sure to cover every inch of m/n's face and chest with spanks, leaving him bruised and red. m/n could hardly believe what was happening. BM was mercilessly beating him up, without even trying to hide it. And yet, he couldn't stop himself from wanting more. Noticing the change in the smaller's expression, BM grabbed his hair forcefully and pulled his head backwards, forcing him to look him straight in the eye. There was no doubt in BM's mind now. He was not letting m/n escape this time.

m/n pressed his hands against the older's chest, realizing why exactly he was called 'Big Matthew'. He began fondling it and latching his mouth on his nipples, sucking aggressively. BM threw his head back in pleasure as the younger continued to worship him.

This lasted for about 20 minutes, during which m/n made sure to cover every inch of Matthew's Adonis-like body with his tongue.

Stimulated enough, BM wrapped his thick hand around m/n's throat, the other hand going around his waist. He had the younger's back pressed into his hard chest as he growled out in his ear.

"You'll get fucked so hard and so good that you won't even remember your name after this. You'll beg me to fuck you harder, even though you can barely breathe! You'll say that I'm the only one who understands you!" My dick will create a bulge in your stomach as you'll feel like I'm breaking you into two. Then I'll slam my cock down your throat, even though you haven't finished breathing properly! Then I'll turn you over, put my weight on you, and force myself deep inside your asshole until you're literally bursting.

And I'll never let you cum until I decide it's time." BM released m/n's throat, grabbing him by his hair again and smacking his face. "Then I'll grab onto your ass and spread your cheeks wide open, fucking you in that tight little hole until you beg me to stop. But I won't stop. Instead, I'll pull your ass apart even more and shove my finger into your tight little anus while my cock is still buried inside you!

I'll fuck you until your muscles start shaking uncontrollably. I'll keep pounding away until your body starts to tremble and you can feel my cock all the way up in your throat. Just wait until I rip your hole apart, leave you sore." The hunk seethed, all while m/n's cock twitched uncontrollably at the giant's lewd words.

BM gropes m/n's ass, squeezing it harshly in his large hands. "I'm going to destroy this ass, so much that you'll beg me to carry you since you wouldn't be able to walk." BM lifted him by his ass, as the smaller remained in a standing position, feet now dangling in the air. m/n was so turned on by BM's strength that he spurted a few shots of precum untouched.

He all but dragged m/n to the bed and flipped him over so that his subordinate was lying face down on the mattress. He lifted m/n's abdomen and buried his face into his little, round ass, eating him out like a madman, making m/n's breath hitch in his throat.

He thrust his large fingers in and out, stretching him, preparing him for what was to come. m/n squirmed and whimpered, rocking back and forth, grinding his hips against the mattress. BM hooked his forearms under his knees, his biceps flexing as he lifted m/n in the air and stood up. He knew that the skinny male loved to see how easy it is for BM to hold him up and fuck him senseless. "you like that, you little whore? you like being handled like a doll?"

m/n moaned a "fuck yes daddy, give it to me" breathlessly. BM growled and spat on his face, continuing to devour him.

He pulled his fingers out and tossed m/n back onto the bed. He crawled onto the mattress, straddling him, holding him down. He grabbed a fistful of hair and forced his head up, exposing his throat, making him look at him. "Now beg for my cock," BM commanded, his voice low and dangerous.

m/n's eyes widened and his heart skipped a beat. "Please fuck me, Matthew. Please. I want you inside me. I need it. I need to feel your cock in my ass. I'm yours. Take me. Fuck me. Do whatever you want with me." He pleaded desperately, tears forming in his eyes.BM smiled wickedly, releasing his grip, allowing his head to fall back onto the pillows. "Good boy."

He reached between them, lining himself up, pressing the tip against m/n's entrance. "Relax," he whispered, pushing forward, entering him slowly, inch by inch.

The h/c-colored male whimpered, arching his back, trying to take him deeper. BM's cock was huge, filling him completely. It stretched him wider than anything he'd ever felt before. It burned a little, but he welcomed the pain, knowing it would soon give way to pleasure. He gasped, clinging tightly to BM's shoulders, digging his nails into the thick muscle. BM kept filling, un-filling and refilling the horny male's hole for hours on end.

After what seemed like days, BM roared, slamming into him one final time, emptying his load deep inside of him. He collapsed on top of him, breathing heavily, kissing his forehead softly.

"That's right," he whispered, stroking his hair, soothing him. "You're mine. You're so perfect for me baby. I fucking love you."

"and i'm sorry if i went too overboard. next time, we'll set safe words and talk limits" he assured the smaller male underneath him, who seemed to enjoy the larger man's weight on top of him.

"don't sweat it. i loved it so much. all of it."

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flurrys-creativity · 5 years ago

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Querencia

Querencia ~ A place from which ones strength is drawn, where one feels at home; the place where you are your most authentic self.

Pairing: BM (Kard) x Fem!Reader; Genre: Minotaur AU, greek mythology, hybrid AU, angst, romance, smut; Rating: MDNI, nsfw, 18+; Warnings: curse words, death, blood, fighting scene, smut -> oral (f receiving), fingering, soft sex; Wordcount: 10.633

Summary: People would call you crazy. Insane even. Holding the hand of a beast tenderly. You wouldn’t have dreamt of doing that either. But in your eyes he wasn’t a beast. He was an innocent victim. Much like yourself.

A/N: It is planned as an original, but the idea came up after an ongoing discussion with a friend about the new comeback from KARD. So mayybeee the description of the minotaur got influenced by BM.. Anyway! Show those hard working people a little love, while reading. Oh and this is the first time I´m writing smut.. and it is definitely harder than expected. But I think it came out okay. Please be lenient with me.

Once again you woke up in the middle of the night. Vast memories had turned your dream into a blazing nightmare.

Once again pictures of a pained beast underneath the village had themselves burned into your mind.

You remembered the stories your mother told you. How King Minos asked the god Poseidon to help him claim the throne of Kreta. How Poseidon had sent a huge white bull. How Minos should have sacrificed him but didn’t because he thought the bull was majestic and a good addition to his herd. How Minos sacrificed another bull instead and pissed Poseidon off. How Poseidon cursed Minos’ wife to fuck the white bull. And how she birthed a beast with the body of a human but the head of a bull.

You remembered your mother said that Ariadne, the daughter of Minos, pleaded not to kill the beast. Minos accepted her wish. And instead imprisoned him into a maze underneath the village.

Everytime your mother told this story to you, you couldn’t understand why the wife and the beast had to suffer for something Minos did. Why had Poseidon cursed her and not Minos? And everything because of a bull. Again.

You heard of Minos parents. Zeus and Europa. Zeus, who had transformed into a bull and fucked Europa. Most definitely against her will, you would say, but there is no proof. Instead everyone worshipped Minos blood line and everything he did.

You wondered, all those tales and stories you heard while visiting the market frequently, they always praised some heroic male, while women were constantly driven by envy, jealousy or wrath for doing something. And if they weren’t driven by anything, they would just exist or be fucked by some heroic male.

Everytime someone told you a new tale of a new heroic male, of an ever so grateful god, you despised them more. Despised them for punishing innocent people. Despised them for accepting collateral damage from their decisions.

But you were just a mere human. A mere civilian in the village. You had no rank or anything to say. Especially because you were a woman.

But that did not hinder you from scoffing while hearing those stories. To badmouth the hero or god. To point out the victims that were innocent.

Since you were little your mother had told you to keep your tongue unless you wanted them to cut it off. But you didn’t care because you knew you were standing up for the right thing.

You looked out the window. While pondering on your memories the sky had turned into soft purple, red, yellow and orange streaks. It wouldn’t take much longer for the sun to shine again.

Normally a beautiful sight but you couldn’t adore it today. Not today. Not when innocent people from Athen were sent into the maze of the beast - sent in to find certain death.

People whispered the beast itself would eat them because he would only devour human meat.

You were not able to say if this was the truth or not. But either way a maze without exit and without water or food will get them all killed.

You stood up, stretching slightly before washing yourself and getting dressed. Without breakfast you walked out of your parents house.

Despite being an adult you were not married. People would even say now that you aren’t barely a child anymore you were too old to actually get married at all. Men don’t even want to marry you. You were too headstrong, too stubborn and not cute, pretty or sweet enough. Even at the age of fourteen you were exactly that. And men want to marry woman who would bow before them, read their wishes from their lips, be quiet and be there for a daily fuck or two. But not you.

You went through small passages until you finally reached the huge market. Normally a lot of people would be running around, busy with building their stalls. But today the market was empty. No people, no children playing, not even animals coming along.

Today the market was reserved for Minos tribute. His palace was right above the market and from a balcony he could look down and speak to his folk.

Mere hours later and the place was buzzing. People of all ages were standing around, whispering, waiting for the tributes to be shown. You were standing at the sides. Scoffing and scrunching your nose at their excitement.

You couldn’t see much because of the crowd in front of you but you didn’t need to see.

As soon as the tributes arrived the whole crowd went silent. The only thing you could hear were the rattles of the chains. When it stopped all heads turned upwards.

Minos had arrived. Looking down and smirking before he started his speech. He wasn’t even two sentences in, when you climbed on a waggon and shouted.

In a split second all eyes were trained on you.

“You asshole of a king.” You screamed and pointed a finger at him. “Don’t you think your victory over Athen is enough? Why is there a need to punish innocent people? And such young ones even. Is it really necessary to send them to certain death? What do you gain from that?”

While you were speaking, Minos got angrier with each second. His face went beet red and with a flick of his hand he sent some guards to deal with you.

It took three grown men to get you down and restraint. And despite being so you still screamed profanities at Minos.

The guards threw you in a cell at the palace. “King Minos will deal with you when you have calmed down.” They said snickering and left.

You huffed annoyed because you knew what that meant. Three days waiting without food and barely some water. But if that meant you were able to face Minos afterwards, it would be a small price to pay and you were willing to pay it.

Each day you were just sitting opposite of the entrance, your back leaning against the wall and waiting silently. You had to preserve your energy. While waiting you were thinking which punishment Minos would choose for you. Most likely cutting your tongue out. Which wouldn’t prevent you from spitting profanities, insults and your mind in the most gibberish way. The thought itself made you grin.

“What’s there to be happy?” A booming voice interrupted your train of thoughts. One of the guards stood in front of the cell looking down at you.

“Anyway. Minos want to see you. Get up, woman.” He opened the cell door and waited for you to step out.

“What a gentleman.”, you mumbled sarcastically.

The guard didn’t respond and just guided you through the palace until you stood before Minos and his wife, him sitting on a big throne.

“Defend yourself, woman. Entertain me with your excuses.” Minos said bored, not even glancing at you.

“There is nothing to defend. You are exploiting your position as a ruler. Using this power to send people to their certain death. Is it even necessary? Aren’t you powerful enough with your all so mighty daddy Zeus? Do you really need more? Why even young people? Why so many and why do they have to be virgins?” You started, your voice even and void of any emotion.

But not Minos answered your questions. Instead his wife stepped forward. Furious she screeched. “Those tributes are for my son! I won’t allow to send old, sick or used people for him to eat!"

"Your son?!” You couldn’t contain your anger anymore. “Is this how you treat your own family? Throwing your son into this maze without any contact with others, without any sunlight! You threw him into this hell hole right after birth! He was a baby! An innocent infant!”

“He is a monster.” The voice of Minos boomed. “A beast feasting on the flesh of virgins.”

“Do you even know that he does eat humans? Of course no person would come out alive! You caged them in a fucking maze without food or water and without an exit! There is no way anybody will survive such conditions.”

“Enough! I heard enough of your stupid ideas. Throw her in the maze as well!” Minos ordered his guards, which immediately took you and dragged you away.

"Yeah, just throw every nuisance in the maze. Good one, Minos, good one!" You screamed after the guards had thrown you in the maze and locked the entrance.

With a scoff you turned around. You weren't able to see much. The only lightsource came from behind you. In front of you were two possible ways. You sighed before you started to walk into the maze. One hand touched the wall to your left permanently while you followed the path. You knew that Daidalos designed this place and you knew that he loved symmetry. You could only guess but you were still pretty sure this maze was symmetrical as well.

Because of the dark you didn't even bother to look around. Instead you relied on your hearing. Some mice were running around nearby. But that was it. Nothing else. The air felt heavy and you couldn't even feel a breeze. You sighed loudly. "This really is a hell hole." Your voice echoed from the walls and sent shivers down your spine. Blindly you walked further. Until you reached some kind of great hall. You stretched your arms and turned around. No more walls. "Should this be a copy of the throne room from the palace?" You wondered.

Carefully you stepped back to the pathway you came from. Your hand touched the wall again and you used it as a guideline to get across the room. "At least something worthy for a prince." You mumbled. Suddenly you tripped over something and fell down. "Ouch." You turned around. Your fingers touched small pebbles while reaching forward. When your fingertips felt something warm you jerked away. "Oh sorry." After your first shock subdued you waited for a reaction but nothing came. Slowly you reached forward again. "Hey, are you okay?" You felt the arm of someone. It was still warm but again you got no response.

Without hesitation one of your hands travelled the arm down. The hand of the person was rough and you could feel a few scars. You felt for a pulse before talking again. "If you understand me, could you squeeze my hand two times?"

Hesitantly you could feel the fingers of the person curling around your hand two times. "Good, very good. Okay, so are you alright? Squeeze again two times for a yes. By the way my name is Y/N." You smiled brightly knowing this method worked. A few more questions were exchanged before the starvation of three days finally took a toll on you.

Because you weren't on edge anymore and felt even a little relaxed the tiredness creeped up your mind. You yawned while you tried to keep your eyes open. You groaned silently. "Ugh. Sorry, I just feel really tired." The person drew small circles on your hand, which lulled you slowly in. "If you continue this, I will definitely fall asleep." You laughed a little while leaning against the wall.

You woke up with a stiff neck. Still not really conscious you rubbed your eyes and looked around wondering why it was still dark. At this moment you remembered what had happened. You sighed and slumped down a little before jerking up again. There was someone with you when you fell asleep.

Panicked, you stood up and stumbled a few steps forward, your arms constantly swirling around searching for the person. You felt relieved when you kind of ran into the chest of him. "Oh, for the stars' sake, thank goodness, you were no dream." You exclaimed hastily while your fingers searched for his hands.

You noticed him not wearing a toga or anything of that kind, feeling his defined chest under your fingertips. A big sigh escaped your lips. "I thought I was going mental." You whispered. A few tears falling on your cheeks. He cupped your face and gently wiped your tears away with his thumbs.

You couldn't see his concerned gaze and you didn't notice his urge to hug you. Instead he took your hand and guided you somewhere. You could hear that he was sitting down and with a little tuck on your arm you followed him.

The next thing you felt was him putting something in your hands. "What is that?" You asked, trying to get a feel of it. It felt hard on the outside, covered in something powdery, but still kind of flexible since you were able to squish it lightly. Carefully you lifted it to your nose. "Is that bread? How did you get that? This is incredible!"

You smiled brightly, breaking the bread and trying a small piece. You groaned delightfully. "This is so good! Here try some as well." For a while both of you just sat there silently munching on the bread. "So, how did you get this bread? Is there another exit to this maze?"

You held his hand again, waiting for an answer. It took him a moment before he squeezed your hand two times again. "Really? That is great! Then.. Why are you still here?"

For a moment you could swear you heard him sigh. But the moment was gone as soon as it came. Instead you heard shuffling. With that he pulled you up. A little squeak escaped your lips and had it not been for his strong grip, you would have fallen down.

“Where are we going?” You asked concerned while he pulled you with him through the dark. Nervously you looked around, trying to get a glimpse of anything at all. “You are scaring me. Oh I wish you could answer me.” Whispering the last part, you clutched yourself to his arm.

He walked through the maze, turning around corners. After a while you were sure you lost track of where you two were right now.

Suddenly he stopped in front of you and you stumbled forward, losing your balance. With a thud you landed on the ground. “Ouch.” You mumbled and got back on your knees. Due to this movement you felt an elevation under your hands. Confused, your hands wandered a little further. “What is this?”

He knelt beside you, taking your hand and showing you more of those elevations.

You gasped in realisation. “Those are graves.” You whispered in reverence. Puzzling the pieces together you turned towards him. “You stay because of them.”

He grunted in affirmation, helping you up again and leading you back.

“What happened to them? To all of them? It was only a few days. I don´t understand. Why?” The questions spluttered out of your mouth before you could even process it. You knew you wouldn't get an answer but you still needed an explanation.

It was silent. Only your steps on the ground and the clatter of pebbles were heard.

“Scared.”

Your heart almost stopped when you heard his voice. Despite not seeing him you stared with huge eyes at his back. His voice was deep and throaty since he didn't use it so often.

For a moment you had no idea how to react. Or in other words you wanted to react in too many ways. Being excited since you could talk with him, curious how he learned to talk and concerned about what his answer meant.

“What do you mean by scared? They died because they were scared?” You decided to stick with the topic and ask everything else later on.

“Killed because scared.”

“You mean they killed each other because they were scared?”

Once again he grunted in affirmation. “One killed others. Then killed himself. They scared. Of me. Think I am monster.”

You squeezed his hand in compassion. “I am truly sorry.”, you whispered.

It was silent again before he stopped and turned towards you. You could feel his intense gaze on you. “Why you not think I’m monster?” He asked, his tone nervous.

“Because you are not.” You answered, trying to make out his emotions in the darkness. “I mean, you buried them despite not knowing those people. You paid them respect. You were alone here and no one expected you to do this. Still you chose to do it. You are so so nice to me, even though you don´t know me at all.”

“You nice.” He whispered, making circling moves on your hand with his thumb. “But you go.” With that he let go of your hand and moved a huge stone in the ceiling.

Dim light shone through the hole and for a brief moment you could see him. He wasn't like all those tales had implied.

He has the head of a bull and the body of a man. Vicious looking and pure malice inside. Feasting on the flesh of humans. Not capable of feelings, only instinct to kill instantly. People sent into the maze know that it is their death sentence. A gruesome death.

You remember those words. You were reminded more than once. But he was nothing like that. The head of a bull was an exaggeration. He had the head of a human and additionally horns and ears of a bull between his dark locks. His skin had the tone of olive and he had a muscular build.

But as soon as he had moved the stone he stepped out of the light, hiding in the dark again. “You go.” He repeated.

Confused, you stared at the hole. Despite not being able to reach it, you didn't understand what he wanted. “You..”, you hesitated looking back at his figure, “You want me to leave?”

“Mhm.”

Unsure what to do, your gaze went back to the hole. “But you won't go?”

“Can´t.”

His answer hit you like a brick. He didn't want you here. You couldn't hold it against him since it was his home and you had nothing to say. But you didn't want to go. For the first time in your whole life you felt welcome. You never were welcomed in the town. People always gave you nasty looks, were talking behind your back and tried to avoid you as much as they could. In your own home you were an outsider. Only tolerated.

Shaking your head you stepped away from the hole. Tears welled up in your eyes. “You don't want me here.” You choked out.

He didn't answer and just waited patiently.

“Please.” You whispered, not able to form a whole sentence. You took another step back. Your heart was breaking, somehow you had hoped to stay with the only person that accepted you the way you were. “I can't.”, you cried and turned around, running away from him and the only exit.

You were running blindly through the maze, bumping repetitively into walls, sobbing quietly since your hand was pressed against your mouth. You heard him roar somewhere behind you. You felt the pain in it but you couldn’t stop.

After a while you broke down. Hiding in a corner you clutched your chest. Tears were running down your face and fell to the ground. You felt idiotic hiding away in his home but you panicked. It took you some time but you were able to calm down a bit, getting tired due to exhaustion.

You stirred tiredly nuzzling closer to the warmth you felt. Confused, you opened your eyes. You must have fallen asleep. You tried to sit up and get a hold of your surroundings.

“Don’t.” A deep voice next to you mumbled.

You froze not expecting him to hold you in his lap. How long have you been asleep? How did he find you? Since when were you sleeping in his arms? You wanted to ask him all that but it felt so nice to be like this. Slowly you relaxed again, leaning your head on his chest, drifting into sleep once again.

The next time you woke up, you heard the crackling of a fire. You were lying on the ground with a small fire in front of you, warming your front. Blinking a few times you took in your surroundings. Your head was resting on a warm arm and you felt his body pressed against your back, his other arm holding you close to him by your waist.

Carefully you turned around, putting your head back to look at him closely. High cheekbones, clear-cut jaw, straight nose, thick eyebrows and a plump lower lip. His light brown hair was falling on his forehead. He was absolutely breathtaking. How could anyone call him a monster? You couldn't hold back, raising your hand, your fingers ghosted over his cheek and sliding some of his bangs out of his closed eyes.

You jumped a little when he reached for your hand and held it in place on his cheek. He opened his eyes, looking at you expectantly. His dark brown eyes were so soft and warm, the corners crinkling a little when his lips turned up into a small smile.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to wake you up.” You whispered.

“`s okay.” He mumbled and nuzzled himself into your hand, savouring the feeling of it on his skin. “Hand so soft.”

You giggled, hiding your face in his chest. After you were sure your face wasn't beet red anymore you looked back up to him. “How come you know how to speak?” You asked curious.

“Mhm, listened to people talk. Learned a little. Speaking good enough?” He looked nervously at you.

“That is amazing. You are amazing.”

His lips split into a huge grin before he dived down and hid his face in your neck, his ears turning a slight shade of pink. He pulled you closer towards him, holding you tight. For a while both of you just lie there holding each other silently.

You felt so at ease again, forgetting the little dispute from before. You felt safe and welcome in his arms. Not wanting to lose this feeling ever again, you pressed yourself against him, seaking his warmth.

“Stay here?” He whispered into your hair and you almost didn't catch it.

“Huh?” Questioning you looked up to him, needing a moment to process his words. As soon as you understood, you smiled brightly. “If you don’t mind, yes I would like to stay here.”

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You had no feeling for time anymore but you couldn't care less. Most of the days you two just talked. You described your favourite places in town and how they looked or taught him the right grammar of your language.

You learned that he never got a name and for almost a whole day you both sat down, discussing a name for him. You suggested a lot of names, that he all rejected because he didn't like the sound of them. When he finally agreed with a name you were more than relieved. Matthaios. The name was a perfect fit for him, with the meaning ‘gift of god’. Because in your eyes he was a gift. Making you smile and giggle every time he had the chance.

While being with him you learned how to sneak out of the maze and steal some food or wood from the palace’ kitchen.

When both of you felt tired, he would start a small fire and you both lay down to sleep, with you secured in his arms.

One day he asked you to follow him, being secretive as hell. You had to close your eyes despite you still weren't able to see in the dark, but he insisted. Giggling like a little girl you let him lead you through the maze.

“You're not looking?” He asked the nth time.

“Nope, I am completely at your mercy.” You tried to get any clue where he was taking you. “This must be something big. You´ve never been like this before.” Another giggle escaped your lips. You turned your head, hearing faint sounds of waves and seagulls.

When you suddenly noticed the change of light behind closed eyelids you grew more agitated. Your senses ran in overdrive. You could hear the waves crashing on land now more clearly, interrupted from screams of seagulls. You could smell a fresh salty note in the air and feel a light breeze against your skin.

“Careful.”

Both of you stopped and you waited for his instruction to open your eyes.

“You ready?”

Eagerly you nodded your head, lightly bouncing with your whole body.

“Okay, open your eyes.” He whispered against your neck, his breath tickling your skin. You felt his arms around your waist and how he held you in front of his chest.

Slowly you cracked your eyes open, blinking repeatedly because of the bright light. As soon as your vision accustomed to the light, you gasped in awe.

The sight was something you have never seen in your life before. A bright blue ocean as far as you could see, kissing a purplish sky at the horizon. To your right the sun was slowly disappearing behind the waters. A few seagulls were flying near the ledge you were standing on. Carefully you leaned forward to look down, seeing waves crashing against the cliff.

“This is breathtaking. I´ve never seen something this beautiful.” You whispered awestruck. Smiling you turned around, noticing that Matthaios was already looking at you. He wasn't scared anymore to show himself in front of you and you loved every moment of it.

Since then you basically spend every minute with good weather on this ledge. Always sticking close to each other, a part of your body always touching. Sometimes you went there at night, gazing at the stars and creating tales around them. When you fell asleep, Matthaios would lift you into his arms and carry you back to the place where you two always slept.

It was a day like usual. The weather wasn't that great so you and Matthaios decided to stay in front of your little fire. You had told him about music and singing, something he never heard of before.

For some time now you were humming mindlessly some melodies you remembered, dozing off after a while. You sat as usual in his lap leaning against his chest with closed eyes. His arms were wrapped around you and holding you tight.

The serenity was interrupted with a sudden scream of agony. Startled, you jumped up, staring in the direction where it came from. You just wanted to turn around again, asking Matthaios what that was, when new screams followed.

You realised that they threw another prisoner into the maze. For a moment you wondered if it was like this every time someone was thrown in here. When you turned around to ask Matthaios, you were shocked.

He was pressing himself into the corner of the wall, clutching his ears, keeping his eyes tightly shut, trembling and even whimpering quietly.

You immediately rushed to him, falling on your knees and cupping his face. A few tears escaped his eyes and you carefully wiped them away with your thumbs. “Hey. Hey, look at me. Open your eyes, please.” You said soothingly with the softest voice you could muster. “Matthaios, sweetheart, focus on me, just on me. Nothing else.”

He opened his eyes, fear evident in them. Restless they jumped around, until his gaze landed on your face.

“Good, very good. That's my man.” You whispered, smiling a little. “Now breathe with me. Follow my lead, sweetheart. Okay?” Slowly and clearly you breathed in and out. You waited for him to follow, before you spoke again.

He was still pressing his hands against his ears, trying to shut out the screams and pleas that still continued.

“You’re doing great. Focus on my voice, okay? Don't listen to anything else. Yes, yes exactly like that. I am so proud of you, sweetheart. You’re doing so good.” You mumbled on and on, while rubbing soothingly small circles on his cheeks.

He calmed down a little, pulling you on his lap. You straddled his waist with your legs and had your arms around his neck. Softly humming a calm melody, you played with the hair in his nape and rubbed his back. Meanwhile he had buried his face in your chest and pressed your body into his.

You didn't even notice that the screams stopped. Instead you noticed Matthaios shivering. Concerned you separated yourself a little from him, watching him with worried eyes.

“He dead now.”

At first you didn't get it, until you noticed the silence and knew what had happened. “Oh no. Was it always like that? The seemingly never ending screams followed by the heavy silence?” You asked, rubbing his upper arms.

Matthaios nodded, gulping loudly.

“I'm so sorry.” You whispered and leaned forward, giving him a kiss on his forehead. “That must have been traumatic.” You mumbled, hugging him tightly.

Matthaios froze, eyes wide.

Worriedly you leaned back again.

One of his hands was touching his forehead lightly. Rubbing the spot, where you kissed him. “What was that?” He asked, confused, forgetting his previous panic attack for a moment.

You tilted your head before answering. “A kiss. When I was little and had a nightmare, was scared or hurt, my mom gave me a little kiss on the forehead to calm me. People tend to do that, when they care for each other. There are a lot of different types of kisses.”

“Different types?”

“Yeah, sometimes people kiss each other on the cheek as a form of greeting each other. Then you can kiss someone on their lips but you only do that, if you are in love with them.” You explained, still holding on to him.

He nodded slowly deep in thought.

It was silent and you remembered the dead person somewhere in the maze. “Should we bury him?” You asked hesitantly.

Matthaios shook his head no. “Not we, just I.”

“Hang on!” You interrupted him. “I won't let you do this alone ever again. I am here with you. You never have to experience this alone again, okay?”

He sighed, not arguing back.

You followed him silently through the maze. He held your hand and you could feel how tense he was. In your other hand you were holding a torch. You needed a little light to actually help him. It didn't take long until Matthaios found the man.

He was on the ground a huge puddle of blood surrounding him. A sharp stone was sticking out of his throat, a little blood still dripping down from it. The face contorted in fear and pain, mouth slightly open, blood dripping out of it as well. But the thing that etched the most into your mind, were his open eyes. Glassy and dull at the same time, fear stricken, with no hope and no light.

It was the first time you saw a dead person and you hadn't taken into account how different someone looked being dead and how shocked you were. Unconsciously your grip on Matthaios hand was tightening and your breathing was ragged. You started to shiver and let go of the torch, which fell down into the blood puddle, slowly going out.

Matthaios immediately turned around, grasping your shoulder. “Y/N! You okay?” He moved in front of the corpse blocking the view.

After the torch went out completely, you gasped loudly. Trembling like a leaf during a typhoon, you clasped tightly at the fabric in front of your chest.

“Y/N! Listen to me.” Just like you before, Matthaios tried to calm you down, mumbling incoherent things and hugging you tightly while rubbing your back. “We go back. I do it alone. You don't need to help.”

You were still frozen in place, not able to react one bit.

Without further ado he lifted you up, bringing you back to your sleeping place. He sat down with you in his lap, rocking slightly forwards and backwards. He was humming the same melody you had before, stroking your hair soothingly.

“I'm so sorry.” You whispered repeatedly like a broken record.

“Not your fault.” He leaned down a little and gave you a kiss on your forehead, breaking your spell.

With big teary eyes you looked up to him. “What was that?”

Matthaios smiled relieved. “A kiss. You do that, when you care for someone.” He gave you another kiss. “Come on. Let's sleep.”

You nodded lightly, still a little out of your mind, preparing yourself to sleep. It didn't take you long to actually fall asleep in Matthaios arms.

As soon as he was sure you wouldn't wake up, Matthaios stood up, going back to the corpse and burying it near all the others. After that he went back to you, lying down next to your sleeping form again.

~~~

Since that day you only felt able to sleep in Matthaios arms. The first few days you didn't even want to let go of him or be separated for even a second. It got better since you both talked openly about your fears.

Matthaios told you how all the people reacted when they were sent in here since he was a small child.

You told him that you can’t forget those eyes and that you felt horrible for not preventing his suicide.

Both of you promised each other to be there and to do everything in your power to prevent the next death.

The day the next tributes were sent into the maze, you awaited them with a torch. Matthaios hiding behind a corner near you. In case they would attack you out of fear. They were afraid, yes, but they listened.

You told them you knew a way for them to escape but they had to trust you. It took a lot of convincing, but they followed you. Grinning, you turned around, walking to Matthaios and grabbing his hand.

“Wait!” A voice behind you called out.

You stopped, looking over your shoulder expectantly.

“You’re not trying to trick us, right? Luring us into the monster's den?”

Matthaios stiffened next to you.

Your jaw tensed. “Hold this for a moment, would you?”, you whispered and handed the torch to Matthaios, rubbing over his arm with your free hand. “I'll deal with it.”

He nodded shyly but kept his gaze to the ground.

Angry you stalked back to the tributes. “Do you really think you are in the position to question us?” You asked, your voice dripping with anger. “It is really simple. You want to live? You have no other possibility than to trust us. If you can't trust us, then you will die inside this maze.”

“How could I trust a monster like him?”

Without hesitation you punched that man in the face. “He is not a monster!” You basically screamed at him.

“I won't trust a stupid bitch that dedicated her life to a god forsaken monster. I will find an exit. Should I not, than I died an honourable death for our goddess Athena.” The man spit out, wiping the blood out of his face.

“Gods.” You snarled. “If you were this dedicated towards them, then why would you be here? I can't believe someone being so stupid and hoping for a miracle instead of taking the helping hand right in front of them.”

Angrily the man straightened himself in front of you. “Don’t you dare, insult the gods, you little..”

He stopped, stepping away from you while looking absolutely terrified. That’s when you heard the heavy panting in rage behind you.

You turned around, worriedly. “Shht, it's okay. Look at me, just focus on me, alright?” You reached up to his face and stroked his cheek tenderly. “I’m okay, yeah?”

“They don’t want help.” He grunted through his teeth. “They don’t get help.” With that he pressed the torch into the sand and enveloped everyone in darkness. He took your hand and pulled you away from the whimpering tributes.

“Matthaios, wait. Are you sure about this? It was only one guy, what about the others?” You asked, tugging at his arm lightly.

“They all the same. I can smell it.”

~~~

After the death of the last tribute, Matthaios still buried their bodies. You wanted to help him but he declined, being tense and stiff around you. He stayed with you when you wanted to sleep but as soon as you woke up he left you, only coming back when you grew tired.

More than once you sat alone on the ledge, letting the sun engulf you. You missed his presence near you. You missed his small touches. You missed your talks, his questions, his curious gaze. You missed everything.

The sun was slowly setting, painting the sky in a hundred different colours. With a big sigh you stood up. Despite the beautiful sight the sadness inside you was eating you, draining all the happiness out of you. A small sob escaped your lips and a shudder ran through your body.

Your mind was void of anything and your body felt numb. You wanted to feel something again, anything. Without thinking you stepped forward, closer to the edge. The wind tore at your clothes and tangled your hair.

Suddenly you were grabbed from behind and pulled backwards. You screamed in surprise.

“What were you thinking?” Matthaios asked accusingly. “This is dangerous.” He held you tight to his chest, arms around your middle.

You turned around, winding your arms around his neck and pressing your body against his chest. Sobs were shaking your body. “I miss you.” You whispered between your crying.

“I’m here. Don’t cry. Please, don’t cry.” He was basically cradling you now, continuing to whisper sweet promises into your hair. When he planted a soft kiss on the top of your head, you broke down completely, sobbing and crying like a mess. You cried until no more tears were streaming down your face and you fell asleep due to exhaustion.

When you woke up again you were lying next to the fireplace in Matthaios arms. You turned around to face him, smiling lightly after seeing his sleeping form. His lips were slightly parted and you couldn't resist your urge to swipe your thumb over his bottom lip.

Matthaios stirred a little and cracked his eyes open. After seeing your eyes widening with surprise he grinned. “Hey.” He murmured, his voice raspy from sleep.

Your heart jumped and you felt heat rising to your cheeks. Still you maintained eye contact, greeting him as well, shyly.

His grin got even wider, noticing your bodily reaction. He buried his face in your neck, nuzzling it happily. His arms were around your body, pressing you against him and his fingers drew circles on your back.

You leaned into his touch, sighing in content. “I really love to be in your arms.” You murmured almost inaudible into his chest, your lips brushing his skin by accident.

Matthaios tilted his head questioningly. He remembered you mentioning love but you never explained it in detail. “Is love..” Shaking his head, he tried to rephrase his question: “What does love mean?”

“Oh.” You weren't sure how to describe this feeling since you never felt it. “Hmm. I would say love is something similar to liking just way stronger. Poets described this feeling as one of a kind. Your heart would swell and burst with affection, you would constantly think about this person, always wanting to be with them. You feel alive when they smile, you want to make them happy whatever it takes. And if they are sad, you would want to be there for them, to take their sadness.”

You stopped, going over your words once again. What you just described was everything you felt for Matthaios.

“Is love for everyone?” He asked in a hushed voice, scared of your answer.

“Of course!” You exclaimed promptly. “Everyone is capable of love. Everyone can feel love. It doesn't matter who you are.”

Matthaios hummed, rubbing your back absentmindedly. “So am I allowed to..”

“Allowed to love? Yes, definitely. You are free to do whatever you want.” You smiled, reaching up to his face and stroking his cheek. “And you can be loved. Hey, no, don’t cry.” You whispered, swiping away a few stray tears.

“Someone loving me?”

“Yes.”

Matthaios looked straight into your eyes, a glimmer of hope shimmering in them. “You loving me?”

A smile crept up your face. “Yes.” You breathed. You saw his gaze flickering towards your lips and back up to your eyes. “Do you remember what I told you about the different types of kisses?” You asked.

He nodded lightly, looking at your lips once again. Carefully he leaned towards you, your noses brushing against each other. “I love you too.” With that he pressed his lips to yours, moving them a little in the same pace as yours.

At first the kiss was hesitant and soft but after you snaked your arms around Matthaios neck and pulled him closer to you it got more heated. He pushed you on your back and leaned over you, kissing you passionately. One of his hands wandered along the side of your body until he placed it on your hip, holding you tightly in place while grinding softly in your side.

Both of you broke apart, panting heavily. You grinned like a lovestruck fool while you played with the locks at his neck. Matthaios nuzzled his face into your shoulder, a little embarrassed.

“Sorry. Went overboard.” He mumbled, not looking at your face.

“No, no. Don't worry. I would have stopped you, if I didn't want it.” You reassured him. “I actually liked it.” The last part was only a whisper and you felt the heat rising to your face but Matthaios heard you.

Leaning back a few centimetres, he looked at you surprised. “You did?” As soon as you nodded in confirmation his facial expression changed from surprise to lust filled hunger. “Wanna make you mine.” He grunted, his voice low and deeper than ever before.

You bit your bottom lip in anticipation. “Then make me.”

Matthaios lips perked up in a little smirk before he leaned down again and captured your lips once again. With his hand, that has been on your hip previously, he pushed your legs apart and positioned himself between them afterwards, now grinding directly your core.

The sensation left you with a throbbing between your legs and you felt yourself growing wetter by the second. You arched your back, needy to feel his touch, moaning against his lips. Your hands wandered over his shoulders and down his back, scratching his skin slightly with your nails.

He groaned, breaking the kiss, and leaving small pecks along your jaw and throat. His hands were fiddling with the fabric of your toga and you had to help him loosen the knots. As soon as the material slid down to the ground his hands were immediately back on your hips. His thumb rubbed small circles in your skin. He was handling you so carefully, as if you were made out of the most sensitive glass.

Without your toga you were completely bare. Your nipples harden out in the open air. “Please. Touch me.” You whimpered underneath him.

A quiet growl escaped Matthaios lips, diving down to leave hot kisses along your neck. Meanwhile his hand wandered up to your breasts, carefully stroking over your sensitive skin.

Another whimper came from you, feeling erratic under his rough fingertips.

“You are so soft.” He mumbled, kissing each of your breasts and stroking them in admiration. “So beautiful.” More kisses were placed on your bare skin while he travelled down to your throbbing core. Each kiss left a burning sensation that let your head spin and your heart thumbed.

Carefully he pushed your legs further apart, looking hungrily at your exposed middle. “So beautiful.” He repeated, breathing heavily out of his nose.

The small breeze over your glistening folds sent shivers up your spine and caused another whimper. You felt the excitement building up in your body. You closed your eyes and dwelt in that feeling, slightly arching your back. A silent squeak escaped your lips when Matthaios licked slowly over your folds but turned quickly into moans.

Fired up by your noises Matthaios licked more, dove his tongue between your folds and nibbled at your bundle of nerves, pleasuring you deeply. He enjoyed seeing your face twist and turn whenever he did something good.

A tense knot built itself in your lower stomach, your breathing became irregular and your moans got more high pitched. In search of something to grab, your fingers digged at first in the ground, too shy to actually grab him.

But Matthaios had different plans and reached for your hands, guiding them towards his horns. “Hold on.” He mumbled against your folds. The vibration sent another wave of pleasure through your body. “You taste so good.” He said, licking your slick up again. “Gets me hungry for more.” His voice was barely audible, consumed by his pleased and deep rumbles.

While his tongue and lips pleasured your clit he pushed one of his fingers inside of you.

You gasped at the sensation. A foreign but nice feeling. You wanted to feel it more and wiggled a little with your hips, clenching down on his finger as well.

Smirking, he moved his finger, causing you to moan loudly. He moved it in a come hither motion, rubbing over your rough pad inside of your. Soon after he added another finger, stretching you even more.

Now you wanted him to be inside of you even more than before. Pulling lightly on his horns you managed to get his attention. “I want you inside of me.” You breathed impatiently, your voice dripping of lust.

You didn't have to repeat yourself. Matthaios pulled his fingers out of you, which caused you to whine due to the empty feeling, and crawled back up, hovering above you. Grinning you pulled him down, kissing him deeply and tasting yourself on his lips.

When you felt the tip of his cock pressing against your entrance you moaned into the kiss, eager to take more of him. Slowly he pushed deeper, inch by inch his shaft was swallowed by your folds. As soon as he filled you up, he stilled his hips, groaning due to the tight feeling around his dick.

You kissed him again, stroking your thumb over his cheek lovingly. “I love you.”

“I love you too.” He smiled looking deep into your eyes. His grin got even wider when he saw your lips part in pleasure after he pulled his dick out and pushed it back in again.

At first he settled with a slow and deep pace. Hitting your right spot every time. He lifted his hand as well to rub your clit with his thumb driving you close to the edge.

Once again growing impatient, you panted: “Please. Faster.” Matthaios moved his hand back next to your body and increased his pace.

The air was filled with pants, moans and the slapping sounds of skin on skin. Your moans once again got higher showing how close you were. Matthaios fucked even harder into you now.

“I-I’m close.” You moaned, your eyes rolling back.

“Let go.” He groaned against your neck, kissing and nibbling your skin there.

You came undone with a loud scream, your whole body trembling. Matthaios worked you through your orgasm before releasing himself. His hot, white seeds filled you up.

Heavily panting you pulled him close to you, pressing his sweaty body against yours. Mindlessly playing with his locks while you grew tired. You didn't even notice when he pulled out of you. Only registering that he lied down beside you pulling you close to his chest and giving small kisses everywhere where his lips reached. “Thank you for accepting me like who I am.”

You smiled sleepily. “I could say the same. I´ve never felt this alive before. Never felt so at home, accepted and loved before.” You barely felt his nod before you fell asleep.

~~~

Almost a year went by and you were closer than ever, enjoying each other's company every minute. You sat near the fire, playing on your self-constructed music instrument while you watched Matthaios dancing to the melody. Since you told him people like to move to the sound of music he couldn't hold himself back. Everytime you played he would jump up and dance around, sooner or later dragging you up as well and dancing with you.

You were laughing and swaying with the music, your eyes following his moves when he suddenly froze. His brows furrowing and concern written all over his face. Worried you stopped playing and stood up.

“What’s..” Before you were even able to finish your question Matthaios rushed towards you, destroying the fire on his way and grabbing your hand, running away. He stopped in one of the hallways near the cliff, listening intensely.

Scared your hands started to tremble. “What’s wrong?” You whispered in concern.

“Other tributes.”

Your eyes went wide. “How? It’s so silent.”

“Something’s different.” He turned his head a few times, eyes tightly shut close. “They are sitting near the entrance, waiting in silence.”

“What are they waiting for?”

“There is someone else. I hear his steps. He is walking through the maze. He’s careful. Something’s wrong.”

Carefully you reached your hands towards his face, smoothing over the worried crinkles. “Maybe those people are different? Let me talk to him.” You said with a small smile. “Should they not be different, we just go to our cliff and stay there for a while.”

Matthaios furiously shook his head. “No! Don't go there. Something is wrong.”

“But you don't know what exactly. I will know as soon as I talk to this person. Don't worry. He won't hurt me. I am a human just like him so he should feel safer with that knowledge.” You assured him, kissing him lightly. “Stay behind so he won't see you.”

“I’ll get you out of there when it gets shady.” He said, hugging you tightly and nuzzling his face in your neck kissing your skin there.

You smiled, kissing him again, before you turned around and went back to the fireplace, starting a small fire again.

It didn't take a long time until the stranger appeared in the hall, eyeing you suspiciously. “Who are you?” He called out from the other side.

“A human just like you.”

“I want a name!” He demanded.

You scoffed. His attitude stirred something inside you. “Y/N.” You still answered calmly.

“Why are you here?”

Annoyed, you crossed your arms in front of your chest. “Shouldn’t you say your name as well before you ask more questions.”

“I am Theseus, son of Aegeus king of Athen!”

Confused, you arched an eyebrow. “The son of a king, huh? Then why are you here as a tribute, prince Theseus?”

“To end the cycle of tributes for once and all.”

You froze. Matthaios words rang in your head again. “Something’s wrong.”

“Tell me, Y/N! Where is the monster that lives within these walls.” He demanded walking towards you.

As soon as he was in front of you, you noticed the sword in his hand and a red string in his other. With wide and fearful eyes you stared up to him. “Where did you get those?” You whispered. A tribute would have never been able to get those without the soldiers noticing. Unless.

“Ariadne, daughter of Minos, gave them to me. A sword to kill the beast and the string to find my way back out of the maze. Now tell me! Where is it?” He said stoically, his eyes wandering around the hall.

“Go back. Tell them you killed him. No one will actually question your statement.” You whispered but with a firm voice.

“What? Stop talking in riddles! Did it place you under a spell? Impossible! I never heard of that.” Theseus grabbed your arm, shaking you violently. “Where is it?”

“Please! Just go back! I beg you! Let us be.” You cried trying to free yourself from his grip.

Suddenly Theseus yanked you behind him, staying defensively in front of you. “There you are, monster.” He grinned, shifting his stance into offence.

Matthaios stood behind the fireplace, the shadows of the flames dancing over his skin. His head was turned down, bangs covering his eyes and his shoulders shaking heavily, as if he was trying to compose himself.

“No! Matthaios! Go! You can’t be here!” You screamed in a panic, trying to run towards him but Theseus held you back which infused something in Matthaios. Glaring furiously at the man still holding you in place he attacked. Leaping forwards he managed to land a hit on Theseus.

But at the same time you noticed blood dripping from his side. Theseus had cut Matthaios, who was blind in rage and not feeling anything but his anger, as well. Helplessly you tried to free yourself out of Theseus’ grip and stop Matthaios from attacking but the grip on your arm would not budge.

Unknowingly to you those tries infuriated Matthaios even more. Blindly he stormed forwards, throwing punch after punch at Theseus until he decided he needed both hands to fight, pushing you away roughly in the process.

You yelped out in pain when you hit the ground. Immediately Matthaios grabbed Theseus and threw him through the hall before rushing to you. Concerned he dropped on his knees beside you, grabbing your trembling form and holding you tight in his arms. “It’s okay. I’m here. I will protect you.” He whispered into your hair.

Crying heavily you wrapped your arms around his neck. “We need to go! Now! You are hurt. You can’t fight like this.” You begged him but he just shook his head, loosening your hold on him.

Turning around in the last second Matthaios was able to dodge the sword. Growling warningly he ducked down ready to jump forward once again. The two fighters clashed against each other again and again.

Helplessly you watched their fight crying nonstop and begging them to end it.

Matthaios glanced worriedly at you for a moment and Theseus used his advantage to strike. With a lot of force he pulled down the sword cutting deep over Matthaios chest. Groaning in pain he stumbled backwards and fell to the ground.

“No!” You gasped and crawled to him. Your fingers frantically hovering over his wounds. “No, no, no! Look at me, sweetheart. It's gonna be alright. Just stay with me.” Tears were streaming down your face and you settled your trembling fingers on his cheeks, trying to draw soothing circles on his skin.

“Y/N. I love you.” He rasped, coughing suddenly only to spit some blood on the ground. “Save yourself.” Once again he lifted himself up, shoving you behind his back at the last minute only for the sword going straight through his torso.

You screamed. Cried. Watched in horror how Matthaios’ body dropped lifeless to the floor. Your breathing hitched almost without getting enough air inside your lungs. You fell to your knees, crawling to his body, heaving him up on your knees. Your arms wrapped around his head and upper body and you cradled him close to you whispering sweet nothings.

“Please. Matthaios, please, open your eyes. Sweetheart, please. Don’t leave me. Open your eyes, come on. Please, don’t leave me. No. I love you too. Please come back to me.” You cried silently rocking yourself and his dead body.

Theseus stepped in front of you and for a moment you forget your pain. “Don’t come near us!” You seethed. “Leave us alone!”

Scoffing confused, he turned around. “Whatever you desire.”

“Remember my name!” You called after him. “It's gonna be the last thing you say before you die!”

Theseus ignored you and you returned your attention to Matthaios. His face looked so peaceful. Carefully you wiped the blood from his face, pushing his bangs aside and stroking his cheek tenderly. Humming a quiet melody you stayed like this.

You had no idea how long you stayed like this, crying and humming in repeat until there was nothing left. You were void of most emotions. Your body felt numb and foreign. Only one thought possessed your mind: Killing those who took your love, your partner, your happiness.

With a sad smile you kissed Matthaios forehead one last time. “I love you, sweetheart. Wait for me in the underworld.” You stood up and without looking back you moved to your secret exit.

Stealthily you slipped through the opening into the castle. Looking around you noticed the eerie silence. Hiding in the shadows you moved forward until you found a maid. Without hesitation you grabbed her, covering her mouth and pressed her against your chest.

“Tell me where princess Ariadne is!” You hissed.

The maid shivered but nodded none the less so you slowly dropped your hand. “Ariadne left with this foreigner. This Theseus, I think. She fell in love with him.”

“Where did they head to?”

“Back to Athen, I think.” She mumbled.

Grinding your teeth in anger you pushed her away and turned around to head to the haven. Lingering in the dark you observed the ships until you overheard a conversation.

“We set sails as soon as the sun rises! Our next destination is Athen.”

Smiling to yourself you sneaked on deck, hiding away from the men of the ship. You waited patiently, ready for your next move at any given moment. You had thought you would only meet Ariadne and Theseus in Athens and kill them together but destiny had something different in mind.

The ship stopped at Naxos, an island on the way to Athen. The men were on land searching for water when you came out of your hiding spot, stretching your tense and stiff muscles. That was when your gaze landed on a figure on top of a hill.

Squinting your eyes you recognized her as princess Ariadne. Your jaw tensed and without further thought you stormed off the ship straight to the path up the cliff.

“Ariadne!” You panted after reaching the top.

Confused, the woman turned around tilting her head at the sight of you. “You know my name.” She stated.

“And you killed your own brother!” You retorted, barely managing to control your fury.

“What?”

“You heard me! Falling in love with a guy you only saw once, giving him a red string and a sword to send him and kill your own brother you had saved from the wrath of your father so many years prior. Saving him only as some guilty pleasure for yourself? And for what? To be left on an island by the love you thought to be eternal.” You screamed, stepping towards her. “You killed my love! My love that would have been eternal, if it hadn't been for you and your stupid naive behaviour.”

Ariadne's eyes widened in realisation. “You are the girl from town my father threw in the maze shortly after the first tributes were send in!”

“Indeed I am.”

“Why are you here then?” She asked, stepping back from you.

“Vengeance.” You simply stated, jumping forward, grabbing her arm and yanking her away from the edge of the cliff pushing her on the ground in the process. Immediately you caged her body with your legs and used your hands to press down on her throat.

Hysterically Ariadne tried to free herself, wriggling under your weight and clawing at your hands but you didn't budge and soon after her protests died down. Her limbs falling to the ground. Even after that you continued to press down on her throat.

When you finally let go of her dead body you screamed in agony. Her death wouldn’t bring Matthaios back. You knew that but you had hoped to feel more at ease after killing her. Crying silently you had to realise that nothing changed. It still hurt. You still missed him. And you could never hold him in your arms again.

You curled down on the ground clutching your chest not able to comprehend the pain you felt. Your breathing increased while being short, indicating you were hyperventilating. A few minutes later you passed out.

~~~

While you were unconscious the original ship that you came with had left and another ship from Skyros had landed. Lycomedes, the king of Skyros, needed a stop during his long return from overseas. He had found your unconscious body and took you in. Despite your dull look in your eyes and the lack of happiness he grew very fond of you.

You had almost given up on finding Theseus after hearing that shortly after his arrival in Athen he left again on another mission. Without knowing where he would go you thought you had no chance to encounter him.

The years went by and you were basically a living shell only waiting for death to come to you. You couldn't bring yourself to take your own life. Not as long as Theseus was alive. And because Matthaios wouldn’t have wanted that.

Lycomedes had asked for your company once again during his appointments as the king of Skyros when suddenly a guard ran into the throne hall. “Theseus, son of Aegeus, is asking for an audience, my king!” He panted out of breath.

Your eyes shined for a moment and your heart skipped a beat knowing how close you were. A small smile tugged at the corner of your lips. Slowly you leaned down to Lycomedes. “My king, Theseus is not a person to be trusted. We should not let him inside the castle. He dethroned many kings before.” You whispered and the king nodded along your words deep in thought. “I suggest taking him on a walk along the cliffs.”

With another nod the king announced his decision, standing up and taking you with him towards the cliffs, where a waiting Theseus stood. As you predicted he demanded in his obnoxious tone power over Skyros and its people to claim Athen once again. Not once did he glance at you only focused on Lycomedes.

“Tsk, tsk, tsk.” You scolded him while stepping away from Lycomedes. Slowly but with precision you circled Theseus and you enjoyed the visible gulp from him.

Irritated, he stepped back to bring distance between you.

“Still those irrational demands, I see.” You spit out like venom. “Nothing has changed over all those years.”

“Who are you?”

You shook your head in disappointment, ignoring the questioning gaze of Lycomedes. “I told you to remember my name.” With a rash step you closed the distance fixing Theseus with your stare and a dangerous smile. “Don't tell me you forgot.”

His face shifted in confusion and concentration until finally realisation hit him. “Y/N!”

Your smile dropped immediately and you looked him dead in the eye.

“Die!”

Without hesitation you pushed him back with force. He stumbled and fell off the cliff, his scream piercing the air until it was drowned by the waves underneath.

You exhaled loudly and dropped to your knees. You finally did it. You avenged Matthaios. Tears rolled down your cheeks and silent sobs shook your whole body. Finally you could forget about your anger - only focussing on your love for the man who was taken from you.

You looked ahead and over the sea. The sun set and the scenery reminded you so much of the ledge in the maze. Smiling sadly you watched the colours of the sky change.

“I love you, Matthaios.”

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