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Part 1: Καλώς ήρθατε στον Παράδεισο (Welcome To Paradise)

A sea of crystal waters that stretched from the bleached white villa set upon the hills was the picturesque view that captivated you and took your breath away. The invitation to spend the better part of 6 months in Greece on your cousin’s dime was well worth it, and you jumped at the opportunity.

The event that brought you to Greece in the first place was her wedding to her fiancé, a woman whose wealthy Greek family was going to put you up for 6 months. There would be 6 months of inescapable views of the ancient cities, and as many tours as you could possibly want before the big day.

Calliope, your sister’s fiancé, had offered to arrange some people to take care of you while you were here. She didn’t necessarily explain who would be your unofficial yet official guide for the next 6 months, only that you would be in very good hands. And with the promise of two people, who Calliope assured you would take very good care of you, you’d agreed.

There was little resistance to the idea, and even less to the graciousness of your sister’s fiancé's family. The large Greek family had maintained that you and your sister Dessa, were part of their family now—technically extended but they considered you blood relatives.

It was a nice change from you and your sister’s own experiences with family falling short which had mostly revolved around Dessa’s sexuality. Neither of your parents approved and they made her, and by extension you, choose who you would support. The ultimate choice you made had made you distanced from your parents while drawing you closer to Dessa.

You were only 16 when they made you choose whether to shun Dessa, who was 20 at the time, like your parents wanted. Your choice was instant and natural as you cleaved to your sister instead of your parents, and the aftermath of that choice was for them to kick you out.

And disinherit Dessa and yourself from whatever family you had.

After you chose, the wrong choice by your parent’s words, you had moved in with Dessa to her small two-bedroom apartment and helped pay rent. You hadn’t looked back, you didn’t try and reconnect with your parents, and you'd never regretted it. You and Dessa were sisters, your bond as sister’s was unbreakable and you would always support her when she needed it.

Exactly three years after being kicked out of your parents' house you had went to college, taking several photography courses. You had always loved the art of photography and the ability to embrace beauty through captured images. Your courses were something you'd found yourself reveling in, and there was such a passion for it.

As for Dessa, she had focused on a degree in historical literature, which in itself had given her an opportunity to go to Greece. There she would study some of the oldest texts in the known world at the National Archaeological Museum in Athens.

It was during that trip that she had met Calliope and fell head over heels for the beautiful Greek woman who was, ironically, studying the same materials. Dessa had talked nonstop about this woman that stole her breath and heart in just one word, and it was not soon after that they had begun dating.

Now Dessa was 26 years old, graduated with a degree in historical literature, and busy planning her wedding in 6 months. Calliope and Dessa were the most beautiful and perfect couple you had ever known, both of them kindred spirits who found each other’s soul flame in the other.

The Aetos family had welcomed not just Dessa into their family as if she were always meant to be there, and they had supported Calliope and Dessa’s relationship like your family should have.

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“Απολα��βάνεις τη θέα, αδελφή?” The question that stirred your attention from the beautiful waters of the sea had directed your attention behind you. Calliope was standing at the edge of the guestroom you had been given, carrying a woven basket of fresh baked bread, fruits, nuts, and honey. (Enjoying the view, sister?)

While you had not understood Greek, you understood the sentiment and fondness in her voice. Calliope was like a sister to you, caring about you just as much as your blood sister had, and you were excited to welcome her to your family—your family being you and Dessa.

“A gift from my mother to welcome you to our home,” Calliope had stepped forward and set the basket of food, more than you could’ve imagined, on the small circular table near the balcony.

After she had set it down, she had walked toward you and rest a hand on your left shoulder, squeezing lightly before she leaned in and sighed. “It is beautiful, isn’t it? Such old waters yet they never get any less captivating.”

“It’s like I'm in another world.” You admitted without hesitation, knowing that Calliope was right about the beauty of the Greece and ever surrounding island that you'd hoped to visit. “Your family is...thank you for allowing me to stay here for the next 6 months.”

Calliope had turned her head to look you over, studying you with a familial intrigue. Her brown eyes were warm, deep, and rich with a kind of softness that alluded to who she was as a person. Calliope lived and breathed for her family, for Dessa and for you as your future sister-in-law, and her beauty was more than just outward.

“You are my sister, our family. You are more than welcome to be here.” She placed her other hand on your shoulders and squeezed tenderly, leaning in to give you a side hug that was reciprocated. It had only lasted a moment or two before she pulled away and reached out to brush some of your hair off your forehead and out of your eyes.

“Dessa and I are going to dinner with friends tomorrow, I would like you to come with us. I even have a dress you can wear.” Calliope had stepped away from you and moved back toward your bed, stopping to sit on the edge. You watched her as she had bent down to pick up an embossed paper bag from the floor, setting it down on the mattress.

“These friends, are they the people you arranged to take care of me while I'm here?” You questioned Calliope as you closed the double French doors that led to the balcony, cutting off your view of the sea. However, even with the doors shut you were blissfully able to hear the waves and smell the salt of the water—both of which you were becoming endeared to.

“Maybe,” Calliope shrugged and passed her braid from off her shoulder to her back, that single motion coming before she reached into the bag and pulled out the dress, she had for you. “I think it would be a good opportunity to get to know them. They're brother and sister you know, and incredibly good friends of my family.”

“Brother and sister?” You shuffled toward the bed, grasping the dress as she held it out to you and began to unfold it, holding it up in front of you.

It was soft with a colour that was reminiscent of a bluebell with the same tapering of the lighter shade of blue near the petals of the flower to the darker shade near the pistil. The straps of the dress were thin and tapered off at the nape of your neck with a v-neckline that would give you coverage while keeping you cool in the Greek heat. The dress fell to your middle of your thighs with an airiness that perfectly fit the climate.

“You’ll come with us, yes?” Calliope had gently tugged on the dress, lowering it to the bed once more. As it had been removed from your hands, she had looked at you with eager determination and hopefulness as she was on the same kind of mission your sister was—to make your 6 months in Greece absolutely incredible.

“Okay.” Your answer was short and simple, as single word that was given as a response to Calliope’s question. And despite how simple it was and how quickly it had been given, it had still brought a warm and bright smile to your future sister in laws face. She had risen from the bed and came toward you with that bright smile on her face, her brown eyes alight with something you couldn’t read. “What?”

Calliope cupped your cheeks in her hands and leaned forward, her eyes boring into your own as her smile grew. There was a moment of silence as you looked at each other waiting for something to be said and then she finally leaned in and kissed your cheek in a sisterly manner.

“You’re going to have the best time here.”

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[thehoneybeestings]

𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐫 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬

𝐤𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐫𝐚 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐚 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

Word Count: 4K

Synopsis: Your father has offered your hand in marriage to an insufferably arrogant Athenian Polemarch. To make matters worse... he's terrible in bed. What a pleasant coincidence that he's just so happened to hire a certain mercenary known for her excellence in the area?

Content/Warnings: nsfw, reader is referred to w fem pronouns/has fem anatomy, top!kass, bottom!reader, scissoring, oral (r receiving), fingering (r receiving), jealous!kass but she won't admit it, in love!reader but she won't admit it, ambiguous ending ooooh

A/N: i am so sorry that it took me this long to post this... but it genuinely ended up being my favorite smut I've written so far. it's not even anything crazy, i just love kassandra so much and i hope this finds all my other fellow kassandra lovers out there.

𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞, 𝐁𝐞𝐞 ୨ৎ

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There's little that irritates Kassandra more than arrogance, so it's no surprise that right now, the look on her face clearly says she'd rather be anywhere else than sharing a meal with men who have heads as big as they claim their dicks to be. 

At least you're there to catch her humorous expressions of reproval from across the dinner table; to respond with your own, sharing a silent conversation about how ridiculous these men sound as they decide that the next best subject to discuss over roasted quail and figs is how good they are in bed.

The only reason you're attending this glorified pissing contest is because your father had offered your hand to tonight's host, Alexandros, not too long ago. You aren't naive; you understand that in this world, women don't marry for love, but for security. Alexandros was at least a safe bet; an Athenian Polemarch with plenty of wealth to spare.  He decides to chime in, raising his cup of wine in the air for dramatic effect. “One thing is for certain,” he begins with a toothy grin, “no woman has ever left my quarters unhappy…” The room explodes with cheeky laughter and hollers of praise, droplets of dark red sloshing over their cups as they toast to Alexandros’s proclaimed skills… It isn’t until their cheers die down that they realize you’ve choked on your wine.

“What’s the matter?” Alexandros asks, clearly more annoyed than concerned. 

Kassandra is slouched against the backrest of her chair. She lulls her head over to Alexandros’s direction to shoot him a glare when he takes such a short tone with you.

“O-oh!” you begin, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand and trying to conceal your laughter the best you can.

Kassandra’s scowl is replaced with a grin as she watches.

“I just, uh…”

Find it hilarious that you seriously believe I’ve ever left your bedroom pleased…

“...wine just went down the wrong way,” you say, finally having collected yourself enough to give him a dismissive wave.  “We’re running low, anyhow.” 

You stand to grab the decanter from the center of the table before excusing yourself to the kitchen to refill it. 

A knowing smirk plays on Kassandra’s lips as she watches you leave, your shoulders still bouncing with giggles all the way to the kitchen. 

She had become quite fond of you since taking this contract with Alexandros. The only reason she could stand to take contracts with men as insufferable as the Polemarch is that they were notoriously exuberant with their riches, offering her ludicrous amounts of drachmae, room, and board just to run simple errands that they just couldn’t be bothered with. Still, it didn’t make these men- or working for them- any less annoying, but this time, she found herself hoping Alexandros had one more request of her before she set off for the next job; something that would give her the excuse to spend more time with you. 

She's standing to succumb to the pull you seem to have on her before she can help it, pardoning herself for a moment and following the path to you with a wry smile. 

You turn your head toward the sound of two knocks on the open frame of the kitchen, a grin spreading across your face at the sight of the Misthios walking toward you.

“Make haste,” she playfully urges, “we’re in the middle of an incredibly insightful discussion about whether it’s better to take a woman from the front or the back. You really don’t want to miss it.”

Her feigned graveness sends you into another fit of giggles. 

“And what say you, Kassandra?” you ask playfully, hopping up onto the wooden counter behind you. She leans her hip against its wooden edge and crosses her arms. “Which is better?”

You don’t expect her to give an honest response, but when she leans in and lowers her voice, you can’t help but hold your breath.

“Whatever my lover wants,” she croons. She pushes herself off of the counter, reaching for a bowl of olives and casually popping one into her mouth as if she hadn’t just been so crass.

The exhale that finally escapes you comes out as an incredulous chuckle.

“I didn’t know there were still people who cared what their lover wanted.”

“What? No… didn’t you hear Alexandros? No woman leaves his chambers unhappy, remember?” 

Her words- saturated in sarcasm- are met with a playful roll of your eyes.

“Alexandros only believes that because he can’t tell the difference between real pleasure and a performance.” 

Her eyes are trained on you, narrowed and contemplative. 

“Then why do you sleep with him?” She finally asks.

Great question. 

You sigh. 

“It's in my best interest to get used to it; If I’m to be married to him, you know.”

A frown finds its way on Kassandra’s face. It’s something she’d seen too many a time: a beautiful woman with so much to offer- a woman who deserves only the best- pressured into a loveless marriage to meet some arbitrary social expectation. Many of these women would end up requesting… assistance… from her while their husbands were off at war or otherwise occupied, and as much as she loves pleasing women, Kassandra prided herself on having strong moral convictions. 

She wouldn’t sleep with a married woman behind her husband’s back. It’s why she finds herself dreading the day that you do marry Alexandros, because, at this rate, she wants you for herself. 

“You haven’t accepted his hand yet, have you?”

“I haven’t,” you shake your head, eyes trained on a crack in the stone floor below you. “I just need more time to consider it, is all.”

You’re lying through your teeth. You would have accepted your fate already, had it not been for the woman standing before you and the taste she’d given you of what real chemistry feels like. 

Your gaze lifts to her own, sadness painting your features. 

“Are you still planning to set off for Argolis tomorrow?” 

She smiles softly at you. “As much as I’d like to stay… I’ve already got work lined up there.” 

You nod, giving her a woeful smile of your own. A silence settles between the two of you, but your longing gazes say everything. You want to ask her not to leave, and she wants to ask you to follow. You both know that neither can happen. 

But when Alexandros’s voice cuts through the silence from the dining room, calling out to ask what’s taking so long, a bolt of indignation strikes Kassandra.

“I’m going up to my room,” she begins resolutely, “and I’m going to leave the lamp on until the 12th hour.” 

You nod slowly, not quite understanding her message.

“If, by, then, you haven’t arrived…”

Your eyes widen. Now you understand. 

“...then I’ll be off to bed tonight and on the waters to Argolis tomorrow. No hard feelings. But, if you’d like to pay me a visit before then,” 

She slots herself in between your legs, hand coming up to anchor to your thigh as she leans in to purr,

“You’ll find that the door is unlocked.” 

She takes a few steps backward before turning on her heel to head back to the dining room. Soon, you hear the idle chatter of everyone bidding her goodnight, and imagine her walking up the stairs wearing the wolfish grin she so often sported. You imagine her sauntering into her room- the most secluded space in the estate, back in the corner of the second floor- stripping layers of armor off to reveal chiseled muscles wrapped in bronze skin, undoing her braid and letting her chestnut waves cascade over her bare shoulders- 

You're pulled out of your thoughts by the burn of your thighs pressed tightly together. 

The rumors of her divinity must be true. Her allure is inhuman, and as you slide off of the counter, having long abandoned your task of refilling the decanter of wine, you realize that no human will satisfy the warmth pooling at your core.

You walk back out to the dining room, having already prepared some half-assed spiel about not feeling well and figuring that you should retire to your room for the night. Alexandros is nonethewiser; nor does he care. 

Your fist is already poised in front of the door to Kassandra’s room, where lamplight spills through the gap underneath the door, and your heart flutters in your chest as you leave two gentle knocks on its surface. 

Your breath is stolen from you when it opens. 

You'd think she'd seem more imposing donned in golden armor, hand poised on the hilt of her blade. Somehow, her rumored divinity is harder to deny when she assumes this form: wearing only a night tunic, nimble fingers mindlessly unraveling the cord from her braid.

She opens the door wider for you to enter, keen eyes darkening as you cross the threshold to her room. 

“I told you it’d be unlocked,” she muses, kicking the door closed behind her in a fluid movement.

“It was only a courtesy,” you begin, strolling toward the end of her bed, “in the case that you were… indecent.”

She chuckles, a low rumble smooth like honey. 

“I don't intend on staying decent for long.”

The cord she'd been working at finally falls free from her hair, and she tosses it onto the dresser behind her, eyes glued to yours as she begins to make her way toward you.

“Alexandros allowed you to leave?” She asks, hands shaking out her braid before they settle on your hips as she takes her place in front of you. 

You know she's trying her best to school her disdainful expression, but her words drip with it all the same. 

“I told him I wasn't feeling well,” you shrug. 

“And he let you come up to bed by yourself?” 

She doesn't bother hiding it anymore. 

You wrap your arms around her neck, placing a hand on the nape of her neck and pressing soothing circles into the muscle with your thumb. 

“I shan’t be cross. My ruse depended on his negligence, after all.” 

She sneers, rolling her eyes and shaking her head. 

“I don't understand why-”

“Kassandra.”

You stop her before she can begin yet another one of her rants about how insolent and incompetent your suitor is. You've heard it all, you know it well enough, and frankly, right now, you just want to be fucked. 

“You've already told me what I’m missing,” you purr, your hand trailing down to trace her exposed collarbone. You lean in to whisper into her ear, your voice soft and tantalizing like the patterns you draw on her décolletage:

“Will you show me?”

You feel the tendons in her neck tense as her breath hitches, but The Eagle Bearer is never caught off guard for long. 

Suddenly, her hands fly to the cord wrapped around your waist.

“Get this thing off,” she spits urgently. 

You can't help but chuckle at her uncharacteristic lack of suave. Your hands get to work helping her remove the fabric draped over your body. 

“Are you always this eager?” 

“No,” she replies earnestly, brows raised as if in surprise of her own desperation, “I’m not; but you…”

When your dress finally hits the floor, her jaw goes slack. 

“Gods, be with me.”

It takes everything within her not to fall to her knees and take you in her mouth right then and there. 

You reach out to tug at her tunic with a smirk.

“Come on,” you urge, “don't leave me alone in such a state.” 

She obliges, but not without the lighthearted roll of her eyes. She pulls the thin material over her head, tossing it aside with abandon. Now, you both stand before each other, bare and on fire with desire.

Her brows furrow curiously as you sink down onto the bed and begin to scoot back toward the headboard.

“You need not do anything but stand there.” 

She laughs incredulously at your shamelessness, but when you spread your legs, reaching down to explore just how wet some witty banter and a few lost garments have managed to make you, she can't help but fall to her knees this time. 

“You're trying to kill me,” she exhales,  beginning her trail of kisses at your ankle.

Your giggle melds into a gasp as your middle finger swipes up to brush your hardened clit.

“I’m trying to fuck you,” you clarify. 

“Oh, I’m fucked alright.” 

She makes her way up your thigh, arms wrapping around them and hands kneading their soft flesh. Her mouth comes closer, closer, closer to your center, and when she finally hovers just above your cunt, she lets out a shaky breath. 

“I’m so fucked.”

The first drag of her tongue through your slick folds already has you mewling. The warm muscle flattens to trace a long line up from your entrance, then curls to circle the swollen bundle of nerves peeking out from its hood. Your hand flies to her head, fingers anchoring themselves in her long waves, and she chuckles, the vibrations pulsing through you. 

“What, does he not use his mouth like this?”

“What do you think?” you nearly seethe, pushing her head into your core in an effort to silence her and urge her to continue. 

This time, she laughs fully, head moving against your grip to place an apologetic kiss on your inner thigh. 

“I think I should stop teasing, lest I get my head cut off.”

Your retort dies on your tongue when she delves back in with her own. Your breath stutters with each languid stripe she draws, each tight circle she makes. It nearly stops altogether when she begins to settle into a delicious rhythm. 

“Breathe, agapi,” she coos lowly, massaging the junction between your hips and your thighs, “it feels so much better when you breathe.”

You nod frantically, doing your best to follow the misthios’s directions. In through your nose, and you can feel each surge of blood that pumps through your veins, thrumming harder and racing faster as her own pace quickens. Out through your mouth- and always escaping you as a breathy moan- and you can feel yourself melt; into the soft sheets, into her firm grasp, into the pleasure that buzzes at your core.

With the sudden focus on your senses comes the realization of just how close you are, and when she circles your entrance with two of her long fingers, you're all but begging for that final push over the edge.

“Yes,” you cry out, “yes, please; want you inside…” 

She removes her mouth for just long enough to ask you how many of her digits you want, but even the few seconds of lost contact are enough to make you huff out a whine. 

“Mph, I don't care,” you complain, bucking your hips up. “Anything, just keep going.” 

She halts all of her movements, looking up at you with wide, chiding eyes. 

“You're quite demanding, hm?” 

She pulls away from her place in between your thighs completely, crawling up to place a kiss on your jaw, and then, a nip on your ear. 

“I could stop now,” she threatens lowly, “leave you laid out and desperate, just like he does.” 

You nearly sob at the thought.

“But you don't want that, hm? You want to be a good girl for me; isn't that right?”

You shiver underneath her, clenching around nothing when her middle and ring fingers begin to spread the mixture of your slick and her spit up and around your entrance.

“Y-yes,” you beseech, “I’ll be good… want to be good for you…”

She hums as if to consider giving you what you want. When her long fingers finally plunge into you, you thank the Gods she shows mercy. 

Your once airy moans are guttural now, punched out of your lungs with every stroke against your velvet walls. 

She wastes no time on a useless, repetitive in-and-out motion- she’s sure you're more than used to that- and instead, curls her fingers up to skillfully locate the ridges of nerves on your front wall and begins to massage them with the pads of her fingers.

Her thumb stretches to press into your clit in tandem with the fingers hooked inside of you. You don't have to tell her not to neglect the bud of nerves; not like you constantly have to remind Alexandros, who still fails to give it attention.

You're not even sure you can look him in the face after getting fucked this good by someone else. 

Gods, she’s fucking you so good. 

Your stomach begins to tense, your breath sharp and shallow. 

“Breathe, love. Relax and give it to me.”

One deep breath, and then another, before they're turning into heavy pants and loud cries. Your hands grab for anything they can anchor themselves to; one on the firm bicep supporting her weight, and the other around the sheets underneath you. Your trembling legs wrap around her, your chest arching up into her own, and when she leans down to request that you be a good girl and come on her fingers, you fall apart underneath her with a slew of moans and curses that you believe might have even made Aphrodite blush.

Eros would approve, at least. 

Wave after wave of pleasure rouses at your core, tightening like knots before snapping and rolling out to warm the rest of your nerves. Your hand reaches down to stop her when the pleasure begins to feel too hot- icy-hot- and the roll of your hips becomes twitching and tensing. 

When your eyes flutter open, she's gazing down at you with a look that can only be one of utter awe and pure adoration. She stares like you're the one who possesses divinity.  

You don't know this, but she's decided that there’s no way you don’t. 

“Why are you staring?” You chuckle breathlessly. 

She purses her lips and shakes her head. 

“You're gorgeous.”

You wave a dismissive hand in the air before letting it fall like lead onto the bed.

She leans down to place a kiss on your temple. 

“You alright?” She whispers into your hairline.

You nod underneath her kiss, brushing her hair back to rest behind her shoulders. 

“I’m perfect,” you croon. “But what of you? You haven't had your fill.” 

She comes back up to rest on her haunches, brows raised.

“Oh, I had my fill.”

You giggle, but she's dead serious, eyes drinking in your splayed out figure. 

“You know what I mean. Do you prefer not to receive?” 

Your question is genuine, head tilting against the pillows underneath it.

“The that isn't necessarily the case,” she muses, “but I have enough fun getting pretty women off.”

Your eyes narrow in feigned jealousy. 

You tell yourself it's only feigned, that is, but truthfully, the thought of her doing to other women what she just did to you leaves a bad taste in your mouth. 

“I’m just another pretty woman, hm?”

She leans back down with a playful scoff, pressing feather-light kisses to the apples of your cheeks. 

“No woman is just another pretty woman. I take my craft seriously.”

You punch out a laugh. 

“But I will say,” she keens in between kisses that are traveling down to your neck, “I'm afraid you've made quite an impression.”

She nips at the thin skin over your pulse before her tongue darts out to smooth over it, and when she tastes the salt of your sweat, she can’t help herself from latching on. “And you’re going to leave a mark that I’ll have to answer for in the morning.” “Hush,” she mumbles, teeth trailing over your windpipe, “don’t wanna talk about the morning. Just want you.” She sits up, leaning back on her heels again, staring down at you with a wicked grin. “Spread your legs for me?” You’re not sure what she’s planning, but at this point, you’ll do anything she asks of you. “Good girl,” she coos, hand sliding up the expanse of your thigh; and when she swings a leg over your hip, her center hovering just above your own, you gasp.

“Just need you to lie there and look pretty,” she husks, eyes trained on your fluttering cunt. “Can you do that, agapi?”

“Yes,” you breathe out, your eyes wide and bright and your hands flying out to rest on the tops of her muscular thighs. 

You hiss when her center- nearly dripping- finally makes contact with your own.

“Too much?” She asks, eyes snapping up to search your face for any discomfort. “I know you’re still sensitive-” “Keep going,” you demand, fingers digging into the flesh of her thighs, “I want you to get off on me.” Her eyes flutter back into her head, your words sending a jolt of pleasure straight to her throbbing core. She drops her head down to watch as she begins rocking her hips forward, then circling them back, rocking them forward, circling back. You didn’t think you’d ever see Kassandra reduced to a whining, panting mess, but as she grinds down into your cunt, chasing her own high, you’re sure you could cum just watching her. Or maybe, it’s that her swollen clit is slipping back and forth right over your own. It’s a debauched scene: bodies impossibly tangled; the room filled with the sounds of her groans, your mewls, and the squelch of her arousal mixing with your own; the smell of sex and sweat in the air. It’s a wonder Alexandros hadn’t heard anything… A knock on the door has your eyes flying wide open, and hers clenching shut. “Everything alright in there, Misthios? It sounds like you’re in pain.” 

Alexandros. “Shit, shit, shit,” you mouth, sitting up; and inadvertantly positioning Kassandra in a manner that puts even more pressure on her clit. She leans down to bite your shoulder in a desperate attempt to rein herself in. “You have to answer,” you begin in a panicked whisper, “this is your room!”

She can’t help it; she’s so close that her hips move on their own accord, twitching forward to chase the feeling of your heat against hers, and if she were being honest, she quite likes the thrill of getting caught… Another two knocks on the door, and you watch in awe as she topples over the edge, hips stuttering, brows furrowed, and jaw slack. She’s still riding through her orgasm when she responds, her steady voice belying her current state. “I’m alright,” she calls out, “Just stubbed my toe.” Alexandros is nonethewiser, chuckling as he bids her goodnight and begins to walk, according to his footsteps, to his room; In the opposite direction of yours.

By the grace of the Gods, you were in the clear. Your eyes trail from the door to the woman in your lap, her chest heaving from exertion. Divine. You’re certain that she is. Now, it was her turn to ask why you were staring. You shake your head, at a loss for words. She just chuckles, placing a kiss on your forehead and dismounting from your lap. She falls on the bed beside you, and you yelp when she pulls you down with her, planting kiss after kiss on the crown of your head, the side of your face, the tip of your nose. You make the mistake of settling in beside her, placing your head on her chest. It’ll make it that much harder to leave; to go back to your room, knowing that when morning comes, she’ll be gone. You decide not to think about that now. For now, you pretend that there is no choice to be made; that there is no Alexandros to consider. That there is no other to keep you from spending the rest of your nights in Kassandra’s arms. ──˚₊୨ৎ•‧₊˚──

Her room is bare before Helios’s chariot breaks the horizon the next day. That is, save for the folded parchment resting on the nightstand. You pad across the stone floor to pick it up, thumb rubbing gingerly over your name scribbled in ink on its front side. When you open it, you read, 

I think I’ll visit the bronze statue of Athena outside of the Parthenon today…  I’ll be there until the 12th hour. You know the rest. -Kassandra.

𝐄𝐧𝐝 ୨ৎ

──˚₊୨ৎ•‧₊˚── Taglist: @the-gender-gremlins

[greenaway-torres]

I would love to be with a woman who believes her strap is actually a part of her and not just plastic. The way I would tease her with it. Brushing against it when I know she has it on. Running my thumb across it through her pants. Kissing the bulge before I unbuckle her pants. I love it when she gets so weak for me and I barely touched her.

“You like that baby? Want me to put it in my mouth? Then beg.”

[cantstoptheimagines]

Smutty Alphabet (Kassandra | Assassin’s Creed Odyssey)

Summary — Smutty Alphabet Prompts for Kassandra from Assassin’s Creed Odyssey!

Warnings & Other Tags ➳ Nothing but smut, so tags aplenty!

Notes ➳ Word Count is 1,046. ➳ Reader uses feminine pronouns (she/her). ➳ Based on these prompts by fairy-tail-babes.

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aftercare — what are they like after sex?

she’d never admit it, but she becomes quite soft and sentimental after being with you. conversations in hushed voices while she runs her warm hands over your bare skin, tucking you deep into her ribs in a fruitless effort to melt your bodies into one.

body part — what’s their favorite body part of theirs? of their partner’s?

she likes her arms the most — and why wouldn’t she? a lot of blood, sweat, and tears have gone into building those muscles. she loves how easily they allow her to pin you beneath her, how they frame your body as she sinks her teeth into your neck. she adores your eyes, especially after she’s made you cum more times that you can count. she loves the tired glaze that overtakes them as they droop with a sudden need for sleep. she can’t help but be satisfied with herself upon seeing how they sparkle with fresh tears, begging for her more, more, more.

cum — anything to do with cum.

she loves making you cum on her fingers. it gives her the chance to make you watch as she pulls her glistening digits out of your pussy before she presses them against her tongue and sucks them clean. then, as soon as she’s done, they’re shoved right back inside your tight entrance until you’re left shaking and crying in her arms.

dirty secret — pretty self explanatory. what’s a dirty secret of theirs?

she wants nothing more than to find an artist who would paint her a portrait of you. (with nothing on, of course.) however, she has yet to find a painter with enough talent to do your beauty justice.

experience — how experienced are they?

she has explored nearly every corner of the greek world, meeting people and helping those in need of a misthios. it’s basically a given that she’s had a few relationships prior to finding you. i’d say she’s pretty experienced in more ways than one.

favorite position — this goes without saying.

69. she loves having your dripping pussy right in her face while your tongue explores her folds. her fingers dig into the flesh of your ass, allowing her to hold you down while you eat each other out.

goofy — are they serious or humorous?

this one is a little difficult because while she’s a rather serious person, she also has an awkward streak. despite being a misthios who meets people from all walks of life, this woman has little to no social skills. therefore, things might get silly, but it’s not necessarily intentional.

hair — how well groomed are they?

like most women in ancient greece, her appearance is kept as neat as possible. everything is cleaned and trimmed regularly.

intimacy — how are they during sex?

she may be rough and tough on the outside, but kassandra is far from cruel. she lays kisses on your exposed collarbones, whispering your name with a smile on her face. she wants nothing more than to be close to you. deep down, it’s love she craves, and you’re always willing to provide.

jack off — masturbation headcanon.

she loves making you get off in front of her. she bites her lip and chuckles whenever you beg for help because you can’t cum without her anymore. she’s got you wrapped around her finger, literally and figuratively.

kink — one or more of their kinks.

she loves overpowering you. as i said before, she’s worked hard to build up her physique, so she’s constantly using it to her advantage. she enjoys grabbing and manhandling you into whatever position she wants, no matter the time or place.

location — favorite places to have sex.

as a traveler, she can’t afford to be picky, though she does have a particular interest in tossing you onto the ground next to campfires. what does it matter if someone sees?

motivation — what turns them on?

when you beg her for more, no matter how sweaty and exhausted you are. she could listen to those pleas forever.

no — something they wouldn’t do.

despite all her strength, i don’t think she’d hit or slap you. maybe an occasional spank, but nothing more than that.

oral — do they prefer giving or receiving?

it can go either way with her, but she often leans towards giving. she’s never been one to waste a good meal.

pace — are they fast and rough? slow and sensual?

whatever you prefer. if it’s her decision, though, expect to see stars as fucks you into oblivion.

quickie — their opinions on quickies.

she’s a fan, mostly because she’s always on the move. any chance she gets, she’s bringing her horse to a stop on a mountain path, yanking you off the saddle, and then having her way with you on a nearby patch of grass before the journey continues.

risk — are they down to experiment? do they take risks?

she’s always ready to try out new, pleasurable ideas. whether they come from your mind or hers, she doesn’t hesitate to implement them. as for taking risks? this is kassandra we’re talking about.

stamina — how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?

as a misthios, she has a lot of stamina and endurance, so expect to be wrapped up in her for at least four or five rounds. the real question is, can you keep up?

toy — how do they feel about toys?

she prefers to be the only source of your pleasure. however, if you ask to bring an olisboi into the mix, she won’t deny your request.

unfair — do they like teasing their partner?

one hundred percent, no doubt about it. teasing is just another part of the whole ‘overpowering you’ kink she’s got going on. she mostly does this by edging you over and over until you’re sobbing uncontrollably into your pillow.

volume — how loud are they? what sounds do they make?

why would she be quiet when she could let everyone know she’s yours? she isn’t afraid to let other people know what’s going on behind closed doors. with your mouth delving into the space between her legs, she has no shame, tossing her head back with every moan that escapes her.

wild card — a random headcanon.

i feel like she’s into pussy inspections for some reason. like, she needs to see exactly how much you came, how messy you are, and if she needs to keep going.

x-ray — what’s going on under those clothes?

her pussy is literally gorgeous. it’s a nice shade of tan that glistens in the light whenever she’s wet. you can’t help but pull apart her folds to play with her clit whenever she spreads her legs for you.

yearning — how high is their sex drive?

most of the time, she enjoys having sex as a way to relieve stress and take a break from her life, in which danger seems to be never-ending. therefore, considering how busy she usually is, i’d say she has a pretty average sex drive (but only because she’s too distracted by nearly everyone in the greek world trying to murder her every day).

zzz — how quickly do they fall asleep afterwards?

it takes her a while. she’s your protector and primary source of comfort, so she usually waits for you to fall asleep first. she wants to make sure you don’t need anything — like another round — before her dreams take over.

[kassandras-one-braincell]

Kassandra x Reader - Succulence

Kinktober 12: Aphrodisiacs [mature]

Word count: 634

Ao3 link here.

Men, minors and ageless/default blogs DNI. You will be blocked immediately upon interaction.

In a rare moment of serenity, you found yourselves perched atop a balcony, legs dangling over the edge, watching the sparkling azures of Aegean waters ebb and flow. The air was quiet, save for the crashing of waves and the croaking of locusts. A wicker basket brimming with fruits occupied the space between you, from which Kassandra had peeled the ripest orange for you to savour.

For her own enjoyment, she plucked an apple – unblemished, with pale green skin that bled into a lustrous scarlet. Little did you know, this very apple would be the undoing of the evening’s tranquillity.

Kassandra tossed the fruit in her hand before bringing it to her lips. Eyes still mesmerised by the sea, she flexed her strong jaw to indulge in that first greedy bite.

There was a crunch, followed by a blink of surprise as juice burst from the apple’s punctured skin. A saccharine stream flowed from her lips to her chin, trickling down her throat. She chuckled, letting a small droplet fall from the corner of her full mouth before she wiped her lips with the back of her hand. All the while, more juices oozed from the teeth-carved cavity in the fruit, seeping onto the webspace between her thumb and forefinger.

The orange cradled in your hands felt heavy, all of a sudden. Heavier still, when Kassandra brought her hand back to her mouth after thickly swallowing her mouthful, slothfully lapping at the nectar streaming down to her wrist.

Your eyes traced the movements of her tongue as warmth flooded your face. Perhaps Eros had laced your mind with a fog, but you almost swore that there was something rehearsed about the way she cleaned the juice from her hand. A memory of the muscle, stemming from countless hot, impassioned nights that ended in your essence soaking her fingers, dripping down the palm of her hand. She would languorously savour every morsel, tiding herself over until your next coition. Your mouth, only moments ago salivating at the thought of fresh fruit, ran dry.

Seemingly oblivious to your indecent predicament, Kassandra sunk her teeth into the apple’s sweet flesh a second time. More rivulets ran their course. Although, unlike before, she made no move to catch them with her hand. Such an endeavour would be futile, given the ripeness of the fruit, hence the juices gushed freely down her chin. They glistened in the setting sun against her bronze skin, clinging to her jawline as she chewed and her neck when she gulped.

Her face was a familiar mess – minus the breathlessness and glossy eyes, which your vivid, lewd imagination eagerly supplemented. Your vision clouded with the dusky pink of her lips, intoxicated by the shimmer of the sticky, sugary liquid. The low, contented hum she relinquished at the taste was a cruel, perfect replica of the sounds muffled by your mons as she pleasured you with her—

“You haven’t touched your orange,” came her curious remark. It sliced through your thoughts. You snapped your eyes towards her, hoping your face didn’t betray any sign of fluster.

Shooting her a shy smile, you awkwardly fumbling with a segment of the orange. “Just lost in thought, that’s all,” you sighed, bringing the loosened wedge to your lips. Your teeth pierced the tangy citrus, although you were far too riddled with distraction to fully appreciate its ripeness.

Kassandra cocked her brow. It was a miracle you managed not to choke as her lips curved into a knowing grin, dripping with both juice and smugness. “I’m rubbing off on you,” she teased before taking another bite.

You, in stunned silence, gnawed through the segment under her amused gaze. Heart drumming against your ribcage, you hoped she had a desire to sink her teeth into more than just an apple.

[thisismysafeescape]

Outer Banks | JJ Maybank X OC

Reposting previews of earlier chapters in hope of bringing in new readers! Story is called Entangled Fates. Right now I have it on Wattpad, AO3, and Fanfiction.net.

Original Plot | Romance | Rated M

Chapter Three Sneak Peak:

"That's not just any Kook, she's like their queen or something" Kiara barked, her tone rising an octave in disbelief. "Do you realize who that is? That's Kassandra Grey, Rafe Cameron's girlfriend! Are you trying to get yourself killed!" Kassi recoiled at the sound of her name intertwined with Rafe's and spoken so venomously. She grimaced slightly, the desperate desire to vanish into thin air building with every word of judgement. "No, obviously I didn't recognize her!" JJ defended himself, frustration evident in his tone and Kassi felt a knot form in her stomach.  The sound of his voice triggered a flood of memories, overwhelming and relentless, crashing into her like a tidal wave. Fragmented images flickered in her mind— like pages turning in a picture book. The beach, hanging off the edge of the pier, JJ's intense, bright blue eyes and strong arms when he hoisted her up, the warmth of his back as he carried her here. She grimaced as nausea clawed at her insides. She would be forever grateful that she didn't have to witness the expression she could only imagine was plastered across JJ's face as her identity was revealed.

Links! Wattpad | AO3 | Fanfiction.Net

[petalouda85]

Birth

Fandom: Blades of Light and Shadow 2

Pairings: Tyril x f!human!MC (Kassandra)

Word count: 1.4k

Concept: Kade, Imtura, and Mal wait for news of the newest member of their family

Tags: @liviusofpella, @megas-choices, @starlight-starfury, @dutifullynuttywitch, @thosehallowedhalls @choicesficwriterscreations

AO3 link: x

A/N: Finally. The fic I’ve wanted to post for a very long time. I can finally reveal the name for Baby Starfury 🥰 after the emotional rollercoaster of Forever (in my Mind), you guys deserve a fluffy treat. Enjoy.

Reading had always been easy for Kade. Almost as easy as breathing. He could grab any tome and easily be lost in the words, his mind taken to places far away and times long gone, it all brought to life with his imagination. Tonight, however, it was hard to concentrate as his mind constantly drifted towards the cabin near to where he sat, his stomach twisting with the knowledge of what was happening inside. He tried to listen for any noise coming from the home, despite knowing it was pointless; Nia and Tyril had made sure of that.

Unable to focus on his book, Kade looked towards the other two that kept him quiet company in the homestead. Mal practiced a few quick movements with his dagger, stabbing into an imaginary foe, while Imtura stood off to the side, aiming and hurling her axes into a nearby tree, the bark splitting more each time. Boredom could rationalize their weapon practice, but Kade knew better.

A few weeks prior, when everyone had finally arrived in Riverbend, the villagers warned them of a group of elves that had recently traveled through. While no direct questions were asked, their apparent interest in the “Hero of Morella” had set off alarm bells in everyone and precautions were taken.

When Kassandra went into labor, Nia and Tyril had cast a spell over the clearing, masking the homestead, and then a silencing spell over the cabin. Once the door shut behind them, Mal and Imtura had pulled their weapons closer, ready to be grabbed at the first sign of trouble. Several hours had passed since then, the high afternoon sun now replaced by a bright moon; Kade reckoned it was past midnight already.

He snapped his book shut and leaned forward with a great sigh, rubbing his eyes and face trying to relieve the tension and growing exhaustion.

“I can’t believe I’m going to be an uncle.” He said softly. He must’ve been louder than he thought because in a split second, Mal stood before him.

“You and me both, buddy.” The rogue said, sitting down next to him. “It’s happening and I still have trouble wrapping my head around it. Elf boy and kit are going to be parents. Who would’ve thought the wet blanket and the life of the party would ever reach this point.”

“It is hard to wrap your head around it all.” Kade said. “For so long, it was just me and my sister. Now she’s having a baby.” He let out a weak chuckle. “It’s stupid to think so but, part of me is scared that she’ll forget me; a child takes priority after all.”

“I wouldn’t worry about that.” Imtura said, pulling her axe from the tree before joining the two men. “I’ve travelled with Kassandra long enough to know that she’d never forget you or any of us. We’re all her family and nothing’s gonna change that, not even a new tiny landrat.”

“Would be nice if the little tyke made headway.” Mal said, letting out a loud yawn. “All this doing nothing is making me tired.” His yawn was replaced with a yelp when Imtura slapped him across his head. “Hey!”

“You can’t rush these things.” She scolded. “The tyke gets here when they get here. And that could be in the next 5 minutes or in the next few hours. Hells, little guy could already be here and Kassandra’s just not up for visitors right now. We just got to wait.”

“I know, I know! Doesn’t mean I can’t complain about the waiting. It’s not like we got a lot to do besides that and there’s only so many fake guys I can stab.”

“I’d offer a book, but I get the sense neither of you are readers, even when faced with endless boredom.” All three laughed.

“We’ll leave the reading to you, kid.” Mal stood up from the bench and pulled forth a deck of cards from his pocket. “Up for a game?” He asked the orc, who smiled.

“Always. Be ready to lose.” The two found a patch of grass to sit on and began their game. Kade watched them half-heartedly for a moment before opening his book once more, trying his best not to nod off.

He shut his eyes briefly and when he opened them next, his face was glued against the cover of the book and his back was stiff from the hard bench. With a groan, he sat up, a thin blanket falling off him. Looking around him, he found Imtura and Mal also asleep in the grass, their card game replaced by a now extinguished fire, and the birds singing their morning song as the sun’s beams began to peak through the trees. He stretched his back and checked the state of the cabin, finding the spell still on it, before moving towards his slumbering companions.

“Rise and shine.” Kade said as Mal woke up.

“Morning already? Nothing yet?”

“Nothing yet.” Kade moved to wake Imtura next. Soon, the three sat down for a silent breakfast, ready for the prospect of another day of waiting. After their quick meal, Kade returned to the bench and grabbed his book, ready to try reading it yet again, when a magical hum came from the cabin. He immediately abandoned the tome, jumping to his feet when some low noises could be heard from inside. The door clicked open, and everyone ran to it as Nia appeared in the frame, looking frazzled and tired. Despite her weary state, the priestess was smiling.

“Everything’s fine.” She quickly said, seeing the worry on their faces. “Mom and baby are doing fine. They were born just after midnight. They’re all cleaned up and have already been resting for some time.”

“Midnight? But-“ Mal began to protest but Imtura gave him another slap. The priestess fought down a snicker at his incredulous look before she opened the door a bit wider.

“You can come in but only for a little while; Kassandra’s still very tired.”

Kade ran in first, finding Aderyn preparing some food in the kitchen. He quickly sent her a grateful smile before dashing towards the bedroom, the others on his heels. The moment he stepped into the entrance way, he froze.

Mal unceremoniously bumped into him, but any complaint was quickly gone when the three heard the soft gurgling noises coming from the little bundle resting in Kassandra’s arms.

She was lying in bed, looking exhausted and worn out. Tyril, seated in a chair next to the bed, appeared exhausted as well but both were staring down at the bundle with immeasurable love and affection in their eyes. The two looked up as the visitors slowly entered the room.

“Hi.” Kassandra said, her eyes brimming with tears, before looking down at her child. “Look who’s here.”

Kade stood frozen in place for a moment, alternating his gaze between his sister and the child in her arms, before rushing to the bed and embracing her tightly, tears forming in his eyes.

“I’m so proud of you.” He whispered to her. He continued holding her, hearing her sniffle before she returned the embrace

“Thank you.” He gave her a kiss on her cheek before pulling away. He then quickly turned towards Tyril and embraced him too; it took the elf a moment to return the gesture.

“Congratulations.”

“Thank you.”

Kade pulled away and sat down on the bed, watching the child with pride swelling in his chest.

“Do you want to hold them?” Kassandra asked after a while.

“Yes.”

Gently, she passed the bundle to him, the man gawking down at the baby nestled in the blanket their mother had made for them. They were beautiful, dark-skinned and a barely visible black fuzz on their head. They looked almost entirely human, if not for their ears. Granted, they were shorter than the standard elven ears but there was no denying the point at the end of them.

“Hi.” Kade said softly and in disbelief. He took their little hand, the tiny digits not even wrapping entirely around his thumb. “I’m your uncle.” He turned to look at Mal, Imtura and Nia; none had a dry eye. “And your other uncle and aunts are here too.” He looked back to the new parents, who beamed with pride as they held each other’s hand. “What’s their name?”

Tyril looked to Kassandra, who nodded.

“Everyone,” Tyril began with a proud smile, “meet our daughter, Kaya.”

[mimbotomy]

💝🍭💫 for the fic asks !!

💝 what is a fic that got a different response than you were expecting?

Any of my crossovers really, but especially my Odyssey x HP crossover, because unlike my Marvel or Hades crossover, Not a Malákes Ravenclaw 1) doesn’t really have a plot, 2) makes no logical sense, 3) was first started in a drug fueled, sleep deprived, manic episode that I legitimately do not remember. I was honestly expecting like two, maybe three people to read it, but people seem to actually like it!

🍭why did you start writing?

Ummm I’m not totally sure why exactly I started writing, but I imagine it’s the same reason why I keep starting fics - because I have a specific fic I want to read/question I want answered. Like “What if Kassandra went back in time and fucked shit up?” and “What if Kassandra was both Deimos and the Eagle Bearer and fucked shit up?” and “What if Kassandra was in *insert universe* and fucked shit up?” As you can see, there’s a theme in my work 😂

💫what is your favorite kind of comment/feedback?

Any comment/feedback, of course, and especially long comments that point out specific things my reader liked. But weirdly enough, I love more negative feedback and critiques too! At least as long as they’re civil lol. There’s just something weirdly satisfying about knowing that someone found something in my fic that they disliked enough to say something, but still found something they enjoyed in my fic that kept them reading, if that makes sense.

Ask me more! 🩷

[thedailyimagines]

Imagine being Alexios’ best friend and falling for Kassandra.

Anon requested: “My request is Kassandra(AC odyssey) x Male Reader. Where Kassandra was Deimos and not Alexios. Reader is best friends with Alexios since childhood and has been his partner throughout the events in the game. After Kassandra reunited with her family, reader took interest in her and they started talking. Eventually they fall for each other and reader decides to marry her with blessings of Alexios and his mother. They then marry with close friends and family in attendance and it’s super fluffy. :)”

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I had to google what went into an Ancient Greek wedding. Apparently there was a lot of things.

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Y/n was concerned. Not for himself, but rather for his friend. Alexios has returned from infiltrating the meeting of some cult that Herodotus sent the Spartan to.

The mercenary has been rather shaken, and when y/n had pressed him for information Alexios told him shocking news; Alexios’ sister was alive. Y/n found it hard to believe—mostly because babies didn’t generally survive being thrown off of cliffs.

“Alexios?” The Spartan man turned his gaze from the sea.

“Yes?” Y/n leaned against the side of the boat next to Alexios, taking a deep breath before he began.

“I know you want to believe that your sister isn’t dead...that this Deimos woman is her. But what if it’s not her?” Alexios instantly became defensive.

“I know it’s her. When we touched that thing—” Y/n held up his hands, trying to calm Alexios.

“Alexios, please just think about this. The cult wants you and your family dead. Your sister was thrown off a cliff as a baby. The odds of her even surviving are practically impossible.” Alexios shook his head, leaning back on the railing of the ship.

“So what are you saying?” Y/n placed a hand on the mercenary’s shoulder, giving it a light squeeze.

“What I’m saying is that it’s very likely that the cult is having someone pretend to be your sister to try and lower your guard. So please just—just be careful.” Alexios sighed and hung his head.

“Y/n, you’ve been my friend for as long as I lived on Kephallonia. I need you to trust me on this.”

“I’ll try my best.”

<—>

Y/n was thinking.

The cult business had been settled (ie: killed) and Alexios’ family was reunited. Myrinne and Nikolaos has quite a bit to sort out—something about throwing sons off cliffs and y/n was not getting into that business—and Alexios had gone to buy supplies. The crew was busy and that left y/n with only one other to talk to.

The woman in question was sharpening a very intimidating sword. Y/n debated his chances of being stabbed or maimed in some terribly painful way, then decided to talk to her. Maybe she was feeling a little out of place on the ship?

“Soooo...I assume you’re Alexios’ sister?” The brown haired woman sighed, set down her sharpening stone, and looked up at him.

“What of it?” Y/n held out his hand, which the warrior looked at then back at him.

“It’s nice to meet you. I’m y/n.” The woman reluctantly took y/n’s hand.

“I’m Kassandra. Was there something you needed?” Y/n sat down near Kassandra, keeping close enough to talk but far enough not to intrude in her space.

“I was just looking to make conversation. There’s only so many stories I can hear from Barnabas and Herodotus before I hear them repeated.”

“I see. How did you earn a place on the ship, if I may ask?” Y/n gave her a mischievous grin.

“Me and Alexios have known each other since he turned up on Kephallonia. He became a misthios, and I...may have participated in acquiring items for a price.” Kassandra raised an eyebrow.

“You’re a thief?” Y/n shrugged a little.

“Only for good reasons. There were plenty of nasty characters on the island that could have their pockets lightened. Usually I gave some of that coin to the poorer families.” The gold armored woman tilted her head, looking y/n over.

“Not many practice that sort of charity.” The thief fiddled with his fingers. Oh the pockets those hands had picked, the valuables they had taken!

“The way I saw it, some people could afford to help others. Indirectly, of course.”

“Mm.” Y/n decided to try and change the conversation to learn about Kassandra.

“Are you going to become a misthios? You would probably do well at that.” Kassandra shrugged and turned the sharpening stone around in her hand.

“I don’t know. I still haven’t decided. I may in time.”

“I’m sure whatever you choose, you’ll have friends among you.”

<—>

After that conversation, y/n and Kassandra would talk more often. She confided in him about her past, how her life was under the Cult of Kosmos, and her experiences. Y/n told her about Kephallonia and how he was orphaned when his family left him for a better life, one without a child.

Y/n wouldn’t deny that he was attracted to Kassandra, but there was a part of him that kept him from telling her. Mostly he was nervous about affecting his relationship with her—if she would hate him, if she’d tell him to get lost, if she’d pity him. Y/n would listen to her answer, but he still feared what she’d say.

“A thief. Destined for execution the moment I picked my first pocket. And who would want me as a husband? People want to marry someone they know will come home.” Currently y/n was expressing his concern to the only person who he could trust with information about his feelings.

“Maybe she’d like a little excitement.” Alexios leaned back on the rock he was sitting on.

The Adrestia has docked for supplies, and the two men had gone ashore for a break from the ship. Alexios personally thought y/n and Kassandra would work well together. They got along well and he had seen the way one looked at the other when they weren’t looking.

“Excitement and uncertainty are two different things.” Alexios just laughed and threw a twig at the thief.

“Y/n, we’ve been friends for a long time. In all my time as your friend, I’ve never seen you act like this about a woman. And I’m telling you that you and Kassandra would be good for one another. Just talk to her.”

<—>

“Kassandra?”

“Y/n? I thought you went with Alexios.”

“He accepted a job for someone. And I have something I need to say to you.”

“What is it?”

“We’ve been talking with one another for a while now. And I...I want to be closer to you. I feel happy when I’m near you, when we talk. I like it when you laugh, when you smile, when you threaten people when they insult you or your family.” Y/n swallowed the lump in his throat, and continued.

“I know that I’m a thief, and that it’s very likely that the next day will be the day I’m caught and killed. But I want to be with you—spend my life with you.” Kassandra’s eyes were wide with surprise.

“Y/n, what are you saying?” Y/n took Kassandra’s hand in his own.

“Kassandra, I want to be yours. If you’d have me.” Y/n couldn’t look her in the eyes.

“...You really mean that, don’t you?” The thief nodded his head.

“Yes. I swear by the gods I mean it.” Kassandra took y/n’s face in his hand, making him look her in the eyes.

“If you’ll be mine, I’ll be yours.”

<—>

They were married after a month.

The wedding wasn’t big. It wasn’t held in any temple, there were no presiding officials, there wasn’t anything fancy. It was a small ceremony aboard the Adrestia with Kassandra’s family and the crew in attendance.

Kassandra had spent time with her mother as part of the proaulia, preparing for the actual wedding. Nikolaos tried (and somewhat succeeded) in making a meal for his family as his part in the proaulia, though Alexios joked it was rather bland.

Finally the day of the gamos arrived. There was a small offering made to the gods, and the ceremony was kept short at y/n and Kassandra’s request. Kassandra wore her armor instead of the usual wedding wear.

The couple was left to their own in a rented space on shore. Y/n and Kassandra spent the first night of many together as husband and wife.

~~~~~~~~

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[xthescarletbitch]

ngl i think about being topped by fictional buff women at least a million times a day 😰

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[pixievi]

❝ characters I will write for ❞

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* current fandoms : arcane, assassins creed, tlou ii, bottoms, the locked tomb

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the locked tomb

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assassins creed

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the last of us ii

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[imaginedreamwrite]

Lover(s)

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

Summary: As your sister prepares for her engagement and wedding, the family she’s marrying into has kindly offered to provide you both with a six-month stay in Greece until her big day.

Dessa, your sister, and her fiancée, Calliope, have both assured you that your six-month stay in Greece will be an unforgettable experience. You’ll immerse yourself in the country’s historical beauty, and you’ll be spending it with such wonderful company.

[thehoneybeestings]

𝐚 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞

𝐤𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐫𝐚 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

Word Count: 2.9k

Synopsis: When Kassandra of Sparta runs into Phoibe for the first time in a year, the future she'd planned for herself quickly unravels, and the trajectory of her life is changed. Frankly, she should have figured this would happen; Phoibe always gave her a run for her drachmae.

Content/Warnings: sfw, fem reader, fem pronouns/terms used, maternal reader, reader gets drunk, creepy/gross behavior from a douchebag (naturally, kass does not let this slide), possible that some phrases/words used are historically inaccurate, did my best to get accurate translations for the few greek words that are used but i apologize if they aren't used correctly!

A/N: yay! here is the Kassandra x reader feat. reuniting w Phoibe fic that you all voted on. this ended up taking me a bit longer than expected and ended up being much longer than expected, but i wanted to make sure Kassandra's character got all of the love it deserves, esp if this fic might be some folk's first introduction to her. i fully expect that this will flop bc i don't know how active ac odyssey lesbians are anymore, but i loved writing it nevertheless and this page is in fact entirely self-indulgent, so i hope those of you who do read it enjoy!

𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞, 𝐁𝐞𝐞 ୨ৎ

୨ৎ Settling down was not in the plan for Kassandra of Sparta

୨ৎ In fact, it wasn't an option; she had decided this years ago after narrowly making it out of a military fort in Mykonos, and she knew, she couldn't-wouldn't- ever put someone through the stress of never knowing which contract would be the one she didn't make it home from

୨ৎ So, despite being the hopeless romantic she was, she resigned to settling for a few good lays here and there and overworking herself in the meantime 

୨ৎ Still, that didn't mean that there weren't moments- moments like this one- where she'd watch a mother cooing down at her babbling child and grieve what her life could have looked like one day

୨ৎ She sat on the edge of a fountain in Athens on one of her only days off, a sad smile on her face as she watched the chubby-cheeked toddler pluck a piece of bread from their mother’s hands, and couldn't help but get lost in her own imagination 

୨ৎ What it'd be like to come home to a family; to her wife walking out to greet her with a baby on her hip, to see her child’s gummy smile beaming up at her

୨ৎ It was so vivid- so close she felt as if she could reach out and grab it- until, suddenly, she’s broken out of her trance by the the excited shriek of her name coming from her left

୨ৎ It's then that she whips her head around to see,

୨ৎ “Phoibe?” 

୨ৎ She stands up to meet the small girl who's barreling towards her with a familiar toothy grin, nearly tripping over her own feet

୨ৎ “Kassandra! It’s you!” Phoibe exclaims, wrapping her arms around the woman’s waist

୨ৎ Kassandra stares down at the child now glued to her hip in disbelief 

୨ৎ “How are you- what are you doing so far from home?”

୨ৎ “You said you weren’t coming back to Kephallonia,” the girl begins, “so I decided to leave, too!”

୨ৎ Kassandra is exasperated- but frankly, unsurprised- to learn that in the year since she’d left the small island, the rascal had managed to sneak onto a ship heading to Athens from Kephallonia, and had since found work as a servant for a woman called Aspasia

୨ৎ “Right,” Kassandra begins wearily, “And where does this Aspasia live, hm?”

୨ৎ “In the leader house, of course! She and Perikles like to kiss!”

୨ৎ Of course

୨ৎ So she had also managed to land one degree removed from the leader of Athens

୨ৎ “By the Gods, Phoibe,” she sighs, “you are… a handful.”

୨ৎ The handful had now taken Kassandra by the arm, dragging her towards Perikles’s residence with an earful about how big the estate was, how nice Aspasia had been to take her in, how pretty the leader’s daughter was…

୨ৎ That’s when you come rounding a corner; hand flying to your heart as you exhale in relief at the sight of the 10-year-old

୨ৎ “Phoibe,” you pant, “how many times have I told you: you pick one spot for hide and seek, not a new spot every time you think I’m going to find you…”

୨ৎ Kassandra told herself that her interest was only piqued because you seemed to have a relationship with the girl she’d practically considered her own for so many years, and not because you were breathtaking

୨ৎ (It was because you were breathtaking) 

୨ৎ “I’m sorry, Y/n,” Phoibe mumbles, scratching at the back of her neck, “but look! It’s Kassandra! After all this time! I knew I’d see her again!”

୨ৎ Your eyes lift from the dark-headed child to the dark-headed woman beside her; whose heart was officially breaking at how overjoyed Phoibe was to have crossed paths with her

୨ৎ You were suddenly finding yourself quite pleased to have crossed paths with her, too…

୨ৎ She was tall- a little over six feet- her stance wide and strong. Her armor did little to conceal her muscled arms and legs, her skin nearly as golden as the armor itself. Her wavy locks of deep chestnut were settled over her shoulder in a braid, stray tendrils framing her features; her strong jaw, the scars above her soft lips and on her freckled nose, her piercing tawny eyes…

୨ৎ It was safe to say that your interest was piqued, too

୨ৎ You’re snapped out of your trance by an excited tug on your Chiton

୨ৎ “Kassandra, this is Y/n, the leader’s daughter! Didn’t I say she was so pretty?”

୨ৎ You choke out a laugh as your face heats up at the child's straightforwardness, and Kassandra knows that the flutter in her stomach means she needs to be careful around you

୨ৎ But as much as she was a hopeless romantic… she was a flirt; she just couldn't help it

୨ৎ She shoots you a smirk before looking back down at the girl- who now has her arm in one hand, and your chiton in the other- with a raised brow

୨ৎ “I’ve never known you to tell a lie, Phoibe.”

୨ৎ Naturally, Phoibe insisted on spending as much time as possible with the Misthios now that she was in Athens, so you'd grown quite accustomed to seeing Kassandra

୨ৎ Which meant you'd also grown quite accustomed to being shamelessly flirted with

୨ৎ The way she'd scan your figure when Phoibe wasn't looking, the way she'd place a guiding hand on your lower back if she needed to walk past you, the way she'd taken to calling you agapi more than she’d call you your own name

୨ৎ At first, it was all fun and games, and considering that the most action you got these days was dinner with some obnoxious suitor, you were more than happy to entertain her lighthearted advances

୨ৎ But eventually, Phoibe became insistent on spending time with both of her favorite people, and now you were spending your days strolling the streets of Athens with Kassandra as you watched over the young girl who had you both wrapped around her finger

୨ৎ And suddenly, this felt far too much like the life she'd already accepted she couldn't have

୨ৎ When the two of you weren't keeping Phoibe out of trouble, you were exchanging witty banter (leaving the misthios impressed by your ability to keep up with her sarcasm), doubled over in laughter at each other's jokes, or listening intently to each other's ramblings

୨ৎ It was comforting, warm, domestic 

୨ৎ And that was dangerous

୨ৎ She knew that she needed to reign her feelings in now, or it'd be too late

୨ৎ But when she walks in on you comforting a wailing Phoibe- rubbing soothing circles onto her back, speaking to her gently and sweetly- she feels a familiar fluttering in the pit of her stomach

୨ৎ Kassandra knew what that meant; and now, she was cursing herself for not listening when her mother told her the story of Icarus

୨ৎ It was too late; she'd flown too close to the sun, and now, she was officially in too deep

୨ৎ She forces one foot in front of the other, hoping that whatever the situation at hand was would distract her from the realization she'd just made

୨ৎ “Everything alright?” she asks, kneeling down in front of you and the girl perched on your lap

୨ৎ “Y/n is leaving us forever!” Phoibe sobs, “For a man she doesn’t love!”

୨ৎ You press your lips together in a thin line in an attempt to hold back a laugh, but Kassandra’s worried eyes shoot up to meet yours before she can help it

୨ৎ “Please tell me that's not true,”  They read

୨ৎ “I’ve got a suitor visiting today,” you explain to Kassandra, before turning back to the inconsolable girl on your lap, “which does not mean that I am going anywhere. He only wants to meet me.” 

୨ৎ Relief replaces the anxiety that had begun to stir within Kassandra, and she kicks herself again for letting herself get this attached

୨ৎ “Why do you have to get married to a boy and leave me, Y/n? You don’t even like boys!”

୨ৎ Kassandra snaps out of her thoughts with a snort 

୨ৎ “She’s got a point,” she teases, looking up at you with a smirk

୨ৎ You sigh in mock annoyance, but the smile on your face works to soothe them both

୨ৎ “It's going to take a lot more than some stupid suitor to drag me away from the two of you.”

୨ৎ Phoibe wraps her small arms around your neck, burying her head in your shoulder

୨ৎ You're glad to see that you've finally managed to console her, but when you look to Kassandra, there's a longing in her eyes that you don't miss

୨ৎ Before you can ask what's on her mind, she's standing up to leave

୨ৎ “I've, uh… I’ve got to get going. Barnabas has some errands for me to run today,” she states casually, hoping to avoid your inevitable prying (it hadn’t taken long for her to discover that you could see straight past her aloof exterior)

୨ৎ Because you can read her like a book, you know she doesn’t want you to question her sudden change in mood; so, instead, you invite her to the upcoming symposium you’ll be attending

୨ৎ “My pater insisted I go to represent Athens, but he doesn't want me going on my own… I was wondering if you wouldn't mind accompanying me?”

୨ৎ She knows that she should say no; that she should be doing everything in her power to distance herself from now on

୨ৎ She also knows that there’s no way in Hades she’s letting you sit in a room full of gross men and endless wine by yourself

୨ৎ So, here she is, standing against the wall of the leader's estate in Boeotia, arms crossed and a scowl on her face

୨ৎ She hates these things- can’t stand the pretentious company and meaningless conversation- but every time her eyes find you in the crowd, she can’t help but quirk her lips up into a grin

୨ৎ You’re sitting with a group of women your age, gossiping about who knows what with a goblet of wine in your hand and a wide smile on your face; one that grows wider when you catch her gaze from across the room

୨ৎ She doesn’t miss the way you nearly trip over your dress as you stand to make your way to her, brows raised in amusement as you approach

୨ৎ “Why are you brooding, Kassandra; come, have some wine!” 

୨ৎ Your hand is on her arm, and she knows you’re probably just steadying yourself, but that doesn’t keep her heartbeat from picking up 

୨ৎ “I think you’ve had enough for the both of us, meli,” she chortles

୨ৎ “Oh, please?” you plead, your hand moving to rest on the breastplate of her armor; and when you lean into her, batting those pretty lashes…

୨ৎ She has to close her eyes, clenching her jaw and taking in a deep breath to settle herself

୨ৎ “No, Y/n; I’m here to look out for you. I want to stay sharp.”

୨ৎ She can’t help the disappointment she feels when you drop your hand and back away

୨ৎ “Fine,” you pout; but then, you’re looking up at her through your eyelashes again, a mischievous smirk playing on your face. “You’ll just have a drink with me when we get home.” 

୨ৎ When we get home

୨ৎ The words echo in her mind as she watches you waltz back to your friends

୨ৎ It wasn’t worth denying anymore that she’d already imagined what going home with you might be like; what coming home to you might be like

୨ৎ She cursed herself again for letting it get this far, but by the Gods, you were a dream

୨ৎ And clearly, she wasn’t the only one who thought so

୨ৎ “I’d put a ring on her finger tomorrow if it meant I could watch her walk away for the rest of my life.”

୨ৎ The scowl Kassandra had on her face moments ago reappears when the voice of one of the sleazebags she’d hoped to avoid tonight cuts through her thoughts 

୨ৎ “Pardon me?” She spits

୨ৎ “Aw, come on,” he drawls, “can you blame me? In fact, I was hoping to get a piece tonight, if you know what I mean.”

୨ৎ She can’t help but laugh in his face. “You’re a real class act, huh?”

୨ৎ“You’re no classier than I am, Misthios. Now listen; just let me have a little fun with her, and then you can escort her back home, no fuss. I’ve even got drachmae to spare.”

୨ৎ The look Kassandra gives the man- icy and threatening- is enough to warn him that if he spoke again, he was leaving with missing teeth; and he when he finally backs away in surrender, she’s making a b-line for you

୨ৎ “Hey,” she calls out from behind you, her expression stony as she watches you rise to meet her, “It’s time to go, agapi.”

୨ৎ “What?” you whine, “but we were just-”

୨ৎ “Y/n. It’s time to go.”

୨ৎ The seriousness with which she spoke was sobering, and you suddenly understand why everyone- everyone but you and Phoibe, that is- seemed so intimidated by her

୨ৎ The two of you are halfway back to Athens before you finally feel her relax

୨ৎ “What happened back there?” You ask, absentmindedly toying with the straps of her armor

୨ৎ “Don’t worry about it;” she asserts. “Did you have fun?”

୨ৎ “I did!” You respond, easily distracted in your drunken state. “The girls were asking about you.”

୨ৎ “Oh?”

୨ৎ “Mhm,” you muse, head falling down onto her shoulder from your place behind her on Phobos, “wanted to know if you were spoken for.”

୨ৎ “And what did you tell them?” She asks with a chuckle

୨ৎ “Said you were, of course.”

୨ৎ “Oh? I am?”

୨ৎ “Yeah. You’re mine.”

୨ৎ You were drunk

୨ৎ That’s what Kassandra repeated to herself, over and over, for the rest of the ride

୨ৎ ‘She’s drunk. She doesn’t mean it. She won’t even remember this in the morning.’

୨ৎ You remember in the morning

୨ৎ And with your heart in your stomach upon remembering your drunken confession, you approach Kassandra while Phoibe fetches her wooden sword for the lessons the misthios promised she’d give her

୨ৎ “How you feeling?” She asks with a hand on her hip, toying with the hilt of her blade

୨ৎ She was nervous; that was her tell

୨ৎ “Not too bad, actually. The snack helped,” you’d say, recalling the small plate of bread and cheese she’d made you eat before seeing you off to bed

୨ৎ “Good,” she nods. “I, uh… I’m thinking of heading off to Messara tomorrow.”

୨ৎ “Messara?” you repeat, your stomach dropping, “That’s… nearly a world away.”

୨ৎ “Yeah,” she sighs, and you notice that she won’t look at you, “it is. There’s good work there.”

୨ৎ “There’s good work in Athens.”

୨ৎ You can’t help the edge of your words, but you know it isn’t fair to take offense; not until she knows how you feel

୨ৎ It was now, or never

୨ৎ “Listen… last night-”

୨ৎ “Don’t.”

୨ৎ The hand previously toying with her blade shoots up to stop you

୨ৎ “You don’t need to explain. It’s alright. It was a meaningless, drunken comment; I get it… but I’ve got to go, Y/n. You make me feel things that I can’t afford to feel. You make me want things that I can’t have. It isn’t your fault- I should have been more careful- but I can’t spend my days with you, I can’t watch you raise Phoibe, and pretend that you, that this, isn’t exactly what I want.”

୨ৎ Kassandra feels time slow down as she waits for you to respond; but when you step closer, your hand reaching out to wipe away the stray tear that had made its way down her cheek, she swears time stops all together

୨ৎ “And if life with you is what I want, what then?”

୨ৎ Her breath catches in her throat, eyes searching your face for any trace of humor, but you’re as serious as she was about getting you the fuck out of that symposium

୨ৎ “You don’t want life with me.”

୨ৎ “You don’t get to make that call.” 

୨ৎ Your hand drops to her arm, your thumb rubbing soothing circles into the muscle of her bicep

୨ৎ “Look,” you begin with a sigh, “I’m getting out of here, too, and I’m taking Phoibe with me. The threat of war is far too pressing for her to work for Aspasia safely, and never mind that a child shouldn’t have to work anyway. My mater lived in a house right outside of Lalaia; I loved visiting, so when she died, she left it to me. There, life will be simple- peaceful- for Phoibe; but you know as well as I do that Phokis is full of good work for mercenaries, so, if you wanted… you’d always have a place to call home.”

୨ৎ When Kassandra finally dares to look into your eyes, her own are filled with a yearning that nearly breaks your heart

୨ৎ “You’d like that?”

୨ৎ “I’m not sure life would feel complete without it.”

୨ৎ And the kiss she plants on your lips says that she’s not sure life would feel complete without you

୨ৎ Her lips are soft, tender, as they move against your own; her hands on either side of your face, your hands on her waist, and-

୨ৎ “Woohoo!” 

୨ৎ You both jump, eyes wide as your heads shoot to the source of the loud cheer

୨ৎ “Phoibe,” Kassandra breathes out; and this time, it’s her turn to place a hand on her racing heart, “Malaka, you scared the shit out of me!”

୨ৎ “I knew you would fall in love with pretty Y/n! I just knew it! And hey… you told me swearing is bad.”

୨ৎ You burst into laughter, and Phoibe is quick to follow suit in her own fit of giggles when Kassandra scoops her up, twirling her around in dizzying circles

୨ৎ And as the sound of laughter from her girls rings in her ears, Kassandra realizes that she’s finally getting what she swore she never would: a place to call home

𝐄𝐍𝐃 ୨ৎ

──˚₊•୨ৎ•‧₊˚──

[greenaway-torres]

To hear them say how beautiful I am laid out in front of them. How pretty my pussy is when it’s dripping wet. Then they’ll take their time, breaking me and making me whine under their touch. Make me so weak and near helpless. When I try to run away, they’ll just pull me even closer to them.

“Where you going, girl? I just want to make you prettier. Imagine how good you’ll look when I ruin you.”

[flightlessangelwings]

Pride Celebration day 24: “Marry me.”

Kassandra x gn!reader

Word count: 956 Notes/Warnings: Requested by anon, thank you so much! No warnings really just fluff and sweetness. Mention of sexytimes but nothing explicit. I really enjoyed writing this one, and I’m happy with how it turned out! I imagined a fem reader as I wrote this, but it’s a gn reader with no pronouns. I’m not doing taglists for the pride event but the masterlist can be found in my pinned post! This gif of her makes me swoon too omg!

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Life in your little town was quiet and uneventful. You were grateful to live in a place of relative peace in a time of war, but sometimes everything felt so routine and boring that you ached for more. That was until the day a beautiful misthios came into your town and helped some locals. It was months ago, but you still remember Kassandra’s visit like it was yesterday. She had asked you for advice and directions as she made her way around the town, and by the end of the day you fell into bed with her.

It was the most amazing night of your life, and you still got tingles whenever you thought about it. Your body felt as if it was on fire, but in a good way, and you wanted nothing more than to hold Kassandra close every night of your life. Even after just one night, you had fallen head over heels for her.

“Can’t you stay, Kassandra?” you asked her the next morning as she put on her armor, “Or better yet, take me with you. I’d love to travel and see the Greek world.”

Kassandra sighed and turned to you, “It’s too dangerous to take you,” she spoke softly as she cupped your face in her hands, “I can’t bear if anything happened to you.”

In that moment, you knew she cared about you just as much as you cared about her. Though it broke your heart to let her go, you sighed and dropped your gaze down, “I understand.”

She spoke your name in a tone that made your heart flutter, and she waited for your eyes to meet hers again before she continued, “I’ll come back to you when this is all over,” Kassandra leaned in and placed a tender kiss on your lips to seal her promise, “When the cult is destroyed and the world is free from their clutches…” the fire in her eyes burned as she spoke, “I’ll come back to you.”

With that, the love of your love walked out of your door.

That night was so long ago now, and yet it felt like just yesterday. Every night, you watched on the horizon for Kassandra, and every night as you went to bed alone. She had told you about her mission and why she couldn’t stay, and you knew how important it was. It wasn’t just for her and her family, but for the Greek world as a whole, including you. 

Some nights were easier than others. Sometimes word would reach your town about the fall of a corrupt figure or a brutal tyrant that was found murdered in his sleep. The villagers talked and speculated, but you knew it was Kassandra’s doing. You’d smile to yourself as you felt proud of her and happy that she succeeded on her mission, but you knew to keep that to yourself.

Other nights, the news was quiet. Those were the nights that you worried about your misthios. You knew she had skill that was unmatched, but you couldn’t help but worry for her at times. If she had died, how would you find out? How would you mourn her if you knew you’d never see her again in this life? But, as soon as those thoughts filled your head, you pushed them out. Kassandra wouldn’t die before she came back to you, she couldn’t. She was stronger than any of her opponents, you knew that.

It was a beautiful, sunny day and you were out at the market, like you usually were. You kept yourself occupied by working at the stalls and you helped your neighbors whenever you could. As you stared into the distance, for a moment you thought you saw the familiar brown braid and broken spear, but it turned out to be just your imagination. It always was, and with a sigh you looked back down and forced on your work.

That was until a familiar voice spoke your name.

Time stood still as you slowly looked up and turned around. There before you stood Kassandra, and you reached out slowly and touched her bicep to make sure she was real. “By the Gods…” you whispered as you collapsed against her in a tight hug. She laughed softly as she held you back just as tightly, “It is really you, Kassandra? This isn’t some cruel trick?”

“It’s me,” she replied, “I’m here. I came back for you.”

Happy tears streamed down your face as you hugged Kassandra close, “I missed you.”

“I missed you too,” Kassandra kissed your head before she pulled back just enough to kiss you on your lips. It felt like a whirlwind as you ended up back in your home, in your bed, with her and you both stayed there and made love until late into the night. Passions erupted as you both made up for the long months you had spent apart until you were both exhausted.

You laid comfortably in Kassandra’s arms as she held you tightly. She kissed along your skin and mumbled sweet nothings in your ear until she paused.

“Kassandra?” you propped yourself up on your elbows to look into her face, “What is it?”

She looked deeply into your eyes for a moment. “Marry me.”

Your eyes went wide, “What?”

Kassandra cupped your face like she did the night she left you, “Marry me,” she repeated, “And we’ll never have to be apart again.”

A bright smile slowly lit up your face as you fully realized what she meant, “Yes… Yes!” you pounced on her and kissed her passionately. Laughter and moans filled your room as you made love again, this time as a newly engaged couple, and everything finally felt right.

[6rookie-writer0110]

Echos in Amsterdam, are frozen

Kassandra x Male Reader

Request - Oneshot Where Male Reader Is A Descendant Of The Isu Like Kassandra, But Instead Of A Weapon He's The First Werewolf. He's Been Dating Kassandra For A While, And He's Ready To Tell Her He's Just Like Her But Different. So, Y/n Tells Kassandra He Has To Tell Her Something Getting Her Attention. He Tells Her He's A Descendant Of The Isu Like Her Making Her Shocked. He Transforms Into His Werewolf Form He Is Afraid She Will Reject Him He Turns Away. But Feels Kassandra Hugging Him Making Him Happy.

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Werewolf Oneshot. Can Y/n's Werewolf Form Like Look Hugh Jackman's Werewolf Form From Van Helsing But Much Bigger. Y/n Is Taller Then Kassandra, He's Much More Muscular Then Her, And Has Eight Pack Abs.

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You find your girlfriend Kassandra training with her the Sword of Damokles. You watch her and she keeps getting better each time.

”Is that a new move?” You asked and smiled at her.

She stopped and she smiled at you.

”Help me train?” Kassandra asked.

”Yes,” You said.

You take out your sword and she looks up to you.

”Don’t hold back” Kassandra said.

”I won't,” You said.

You and Kassandra start to fight. She enjoys that you help her train, she is strong and you help come up with attacks. Sometimes you or Kassandra would get cocky and show off.

Much later...

You sit down on the bench and she sits next to you. You got fruits for her, she gets hungry after training all-day. She kissed you and you smiled at her.

”Y/N, thank you for the fruits. Can I ask you something?” Kassandra said.

”Sure,” You said.

”Y/N, you have been acting strangely for days. Y/N, you can talk to me” Kassandra said.

You take a deep breath and you start to feel nervous.

” I have been keeping a secret from you. But I'm ready to tell you. I'm sorry that I haven't told you” You said.

She grabbed your hand.

”I’m not mad at you for keeping the secret. I understand it's not easy” Kassandra said.

”Don’t tell anyone. Kassandra, I am a werewolf, I can control when I can shift into a werewolf. On the full moon, I lose control. At night, I do go out and hunt. Don't worry I wasn't hunting for people, it was for animals” You said.

She is speechless and you wait for her response.

”Y/N is this a joke?” Kassandra asked.

”No, it's not a joke,” You said.

”I have heard stories about people changing into a wolf. But I thought it was just stories people made up” Kassandra said.

”I am a Descendant Of The Isu.

The Isu, also known as The First Civilization. I am the first werewolf. But as you know, not everyone was accepting of what I am. They took me away from my parents and I grew up alone for a while until a family took me in and raised” You said.

”I don't know what to, say,” Kassandra said.

”How do you feel about what I told you,” You said.

”Y/N, this is a lot to process,” Kassandra said.

”If you need time I understand,” You said.

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You have been traveling with Kassandra. Since you told her about your secret, you and Kassandra haven't talked about it. She still hasn't seen you change into a werewolf. You won't bring up the conversation, you want her to say something about it.

You are in Santorini with Kassandra. You are helping her look for biological parents. It's night time and Kassandra looks up at you.

”Y/N did you hear that?” Kassandra asked.

She heard someone scream and you start to listen.

”Someone needs our help,” You said.

Kassandra starts to follow you. You and Kassandra see a group of thieves attacking people and stealing. She watches you transform into a werewolf and her eyes opened wide.

Your bones start to break, you get taller, fangs and claws come out, your eyes change color and you start to scream. You growled.

You start to attack the criminals and Kassandra is fighting by your side.

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You did get hurt. You see people are scared of you and you ran away. Kassandra went after you

”Y/N!” Kassandra yelled.

You stopped but you don't face her. She walked towards you and she stands in front of you.

”Y/N, I'm not scared. I still trust you, that will never change. I know it is good in you, I mean it. Do you understand me?” Kassandra said.

You nod. She hugged you and you felt truly happy. You see an animal and you started to chase it and Kassandra watched you eat the animal.

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The next day.

You are at the lake with Kassandra, just taking it easy.

”How's the wound in your arm doing,” Kassandra said.

”It’s healing. If the wound is big it takes time to heal. I'm really happy, you don't think I'm a monster” You said.

You take a bit from your apple.

”I did mean it what I said. I'm still in love with you” Kassandra said and you smiled.

She looks up at you and she kissed you.