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magicaldestinyharmony · 7 months ago

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In Life and in Death Pt. 2

Summary: over the course of their repeated lives, Lucas Puhlavan becomes obsessed with Count Balcom’s fifth daughter. You.

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

CW: mentions of death, blood and self-harm

WC: 1.6k words

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Oh, no,” you whisper.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He blinks. Once, twice, three times.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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revelboo · 1 month ago

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More rainmakers? Pretty please with a soul on top!

How can I say no to that?

No Strings Pt 6

Rainmakers x Reader

• Crooning softly as he offers you one of the tiny treats in its crinkling package on the tip of a servo, Acid Storm smiles when you reach and give him an adorably offended look when he moves it just out of reach. Chirping at him as you step closer, tiny hand outstretched. And chirping louder when he curls the servo so it’s over your head and out of reach. Hears Ion laugh at your frown before you try climbing his servos to get to the treat.

• Swearing as you climb his big servos like a jungle gym, you wonder if to him this is like coaxing a kitten to play with a piece of string only with a honeybun when you’re hungry. Or maybe he thinks he’s exercising you. And at least they’ve not brought you a hamster wheel or something similar, though at this point, you’d probably use it at the cost of your pride just to have something to do. Who’d have guessed playing a pampered house pet to aliens would be boring?

• “Quit tormenting them before they fall,” Nova growls, tearing his optics away from where you’re hanging upside down from Acid’s hand to return to his work detail report. Wings drooping slightly as he vents. Hunting other outliers, never would have imagined it would come to this, but the new regime is determined to make sure a rebellion like Megatron’s never happens again. Pretty much any Autobot or Decepticon that had even traces of outlier abilities and didn’t voluntarily turn themselves into Autobot command’s custody upon notification for monitoring ended up on a wanted list. As terrorists. Looking up as Ion slides into a seat beside him, he hands over the datapad.

• Screaming in triumph as your fingers brush the corner of the package and manage to grab it, you hold it over your head as you hang from his hand. Immediately embarrassed before realizing there’s no one around to see your little display except your alien owners. And they just think it’s cute apparently as Green rubs the top of your head with a servo before lowering you onto the table to eat your treat. Can’t even muster the energy to be disgusted at yourself, because if it’s play pet or go back to porn-bot and a cage? You’re going to ham up the cuteness for all you’re worth.

• “An Autobot?” Ion Storm says, startling at your little squeal as you nab the treat and hold it up over your head, he smiles and glances back at the screen, ignoring Nova’s tired ‘former Autobot.’ Staring at the profile of the smiling bot, Ion sets the datapad down. Hunting others like themselves feels wrong and he hates it, but it’s the only thing keeping them free instead of in chains like the outliers they’ve brought in for not submitting. “What do you think they’re doing with them?” Wings flicking when Nova just shakes his head, but then they’re not in the loop. They’re just the errand mechs. But they’ve all lived through a corrupt senate and he’s afraid the past is repeating itself, feels that same tension in his brothers. That anticipation that everything is going to come crashing down to drown them all.

#transformers x reader #rainmakers x reader #acid storm x reader #nova storm x reader #ion storm x reader

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spicycinnabun · 1 year ago

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pt. 1 2 3 4 6 7 💐

Eddie turned around, finding none other than the flower nazi. His nametag actually said Steve.

He had a leaf stuck in his hair, and his nose was abnormally rosy. Going by that and his nasal tone, he clearly had a cold. He sneezed, then looked annoyed at himself for doing so. “Ugh, sorry,” he apologized.

He was fucking adorable. It made Eddie smile. “Don’t be. I don’t really need help.” Not with flowers, anyway, just with everything else about his life. “I’m only browsing.”

It was a weird response, he realized. A guy like him, who looked like he belonged anywhere else, loitering in a shop like this. Just browsing. Right. Steve probably thought he was a creep.

Steve was surprised to hear that the man wasn’t looking for anything. Last time, he had bought something, so Steve had assumed he was a returning customer. He had been staring at the wedding arrangement, so maybe he was trying to figure out if Harrington Floral was the best place to get them from.

“That’s some talent you’ve got,” Eddie added, pointing to the display.

Steve felt himself flush. “Thanks,” he said softly, ducking his head bashfully. It wasn’t usually guys who were doling out compliments on the displays. Typically, they just asked for his advice on what they should buy for their significant others.

The redness that bloomed on Steve’s cheeks was just plain delightful. It could have been due to his illness, but Eddie was pretty sure it was a reaction to his compliment. His smile widened. “You made it, right?”

“Yes, I did. I make all the displays.” Steve ran a hand through his hair, missing the leaf by a mere centimeter. “I think I saw you last month when I was building one in the window over there. Are you sure you’re not interested in anything?”

Instead of answering, Eddie reached out and plucked the leaf out of Steve’s hair. “Sorry, you had a little bud-dy trying to catch a ride there. Was distracting the hell out of me.” Eddie showed him the small, curvy leaf.

Steve laughed, which made him cough a little. After clearing his throat, he got back to business. Steve was all about closing a sale, so he pushed a little. “Are you or someone you know getting married? I can, uh…” he thought quickly, “give you a free bouquet as a testimony to how well our flowers will hold up. I was just pruning the roses before you came in. What do you think about a bouquet of them?”

Steve remembered Eddie. And he’d laughed at Eddie’s horrible pun. But Eddie was caught off guard by the questions and the offering. Steve was observant. “I can’t let you do that,” he said. “My uncle is getting married. Hopefully. He hasn’t popped the question yet.”

It would be kind of terrible of him to accept free flowers if it didn’t work out and they never ordered any.

“That’s exciting,” Steve responded.

Genuinely, he felt like it was. Steve loved love. Working in a flower shop would be hard if he was bitter about being single. Also, the fact that someone else around his age wasn’t getting married made him feel a bit better about his own love life. Lately, it seemed like all his friends were getting hitched.

Eddie twirled a piece of hair around his finger, contemplating. He pocketed the little leaf. “I’m meeting the bride-to-be tonight. I suppose making a nice first impression wouldn’t be a bad idea.” He could give the flowers to Wayne to present to Kathleen when she came over. “How much for half a dozen?”

That was probably all he could afford, but he would be paying.

Eddie wasn’t selling as much anymore. Just weed, no powders or pills. Not since he’d discovered that one of his regulars had recently overdosed on Molly. He was at least partially responsible for that. He should have questioned the steadily increasing amount the guy was buying, but he had only been thinking about the money.

“Wouldn’t be a bad idea at all.” Steve had no intention of taking any money for the bouquet.

He walked around the store and started building it. Steve picked out four roses in red and pink, then added two pastel-dyed Asiatic lilies and sprinkled in a few strands of baby’s breath.

When he was finished, he went to the counter to put them down. He grabbed the twine and unrolled some tissue paper. “I’m sure there won’t be any more customers tonight. I’m kind of in charge, so I can totally give you these for free. Because I want to.”

Eddie pressed his lips together briefly, walking over and planting his forearms on the counter. He wasn’t some charity case. He didn’t like having debts, either. Maybe Steve had seen the type of clothes he wore and automatically assumed Eddie was trailer park trash who couldn’t afford it.

But Steve was smiling at him, looking sweet as a goddamn sugar cookie, and Eddie relaxed, rejecting the thought. That just didn’t seem right.

(Though why Steve wanted to give anyone, let alone Eddie, free flowers was a mystery.)

“You’re the boss, huh?” Eddie said. Steve looked young to own the shop, but maybe he was one of the Harringtons.

The name rang a bell. Steve Harrington. Dustin used to talk about a Steve during D&D. Gushed more than talked, really. Was he the same one?

“Technically, it’s my mom’s shop, but I’ve been running it for a while now,” Steve said. He couldn’t take all the credit.

Eddie gently drummed the counter, rings click-clacking as he watched those nimble fingers cut, tie, and wrap. His mom’s store. Well, wasn’t that precious.

Steve gave the bouquet one last critical look and a fluff with his fingers before handing it over. “With these, I think you’ll make the best impression. Maybe your uncle will even pop the question tonight!” Steve was excited for the groom to be even though he didn’t know him.

Eddie accepted the bouquet and looked down at it. “Thank you. It’s stunning.” Kind of like you.

He didn’t say that last part out loud, though he thought it hard enough that he’d probably projected it into Steve’s head.

Steve felt his face heat again. He didn’t know why he was reacting this way to the compliments. When women complimented his arrangements, he barely blinked.

Eddie brought the bouquet to his nose to smell its perfume. It brought another smile to his face before he lowered it. If Kathleen didn’t end up liking them, she was crazy.

Steve watched Eddie, grinning. “I’m Steve, by the way.”

Eddie’s gaze flickered up. He lowered the bouquet. Why were they both smiling like fucking idiots? “Eddie.”

“It’s nice to meet you, Eddie. Let me get you a card—you know, in case your uncle does propose and will need flowers from somewhere.” Steve grabbed one of the embellished business cards from the stack beside the register.

Eddie reached out to take it, and Steve sneezed again just as their fingers brushed. It was a big sneeze that made his face screw up and nearly blew him backward. Luckily, he managed to cover his nose before he bombed Eddie. Eddie tried not to laugh at his irritated expression and soft whine as he sniffled.

Eddie pocketed the card and tugged his handkerchief out at the same time. “Here,” he offered kindly, holding it out to Steve.

It was his favorite hanky, his pirate one with the skull and bones, but it was the least he could do.

Without thinking much about it, Steve took it and blew his nose. He let out a soft sigh, feeling a little better. Then he realized what he’d done. “Sorry…this is kinda gross now. Do you want it back?”

“Oh no—no, that’s yours now,” Eddie said hastily. “I insist. Consider it a token of my gratitude.” He lowered himself in a teasing bow. “Farewell, Steve, fine sir.”

So, so fine. Even with all the snot.

Eddie backed out of the store, still bent over for extra theatricality. When he straightened up, Steve looked confused but was red in the cheeks again. Score.

On the ride home, Eddie almost missed a turn because he kept glancing at the bouquet.

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co-writing this with @batty4steddie 💕

#fic #wybmb #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie #stranger things #steddie fic #steve x eddie #steddie au #florist au #florist!steve harrington #🌹🌹🌹🌹

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sulfies · 3 months ago

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If I Lead (pt 6)

part 5 here

Oh, he was fucked.

He was utterly fucked and he was going to reap what he sowed.

What was he thinking really? Staying in the town THE MAN OWNED, expecting not to be found.

Of course, he was going to show up in Ezio’s vision! Any normal person with a brain would check a person in a tower that is supposed to be closed off!

He thought he was safe when Ezio didn't even glance at his way when he walked by the training rounds… Then when they locked eyes he turned around with no question on his face, Desmond had thought…

He had clearly thought wrong.

He slid down back to his blankets… his hands on his face he groaned loudly. He was so fucking stupid!

His fists slid to his hair and pulled, shaking his head he breathed deeply.

He couldn't even skip towns now because Ezio would fucking find him! He didn't need his threats to know he could!

“Shit, shit, shit”

He wanted to scream, how much more suspicious could he be really? He knew Ezio didn't buy his answers and he didn't try too hard to sell them either. No matter what he came up with he would look suspicious.

What was he supposed to say; ‘I am binding my time till I can get to the Piece of Apple before you, oh also you don't even know what that is yet but you will very soon?’

He was lucky Ezio didn't even try to kill him…

At least that probably meant he didn't show up as red, because why else would he not press for answers in other ways? Now he was basically in a house arrest so maybe death would have made things easier.

He should have left the place the moment he realized where and when he was… He should have walked and walked till he got as far as he could go. But no, he ��had’ to stay in fucking Monteriggioni, he just ‘had’ to wait till he got funds, he ‘had’ to have a horse as if he couldn't make it work on foot before in the FUCKING APOCALIPSE.

One of his hands slammed on the wall behind him, the pain and shock clearing some of the fog away from his head.

He would get out the moment Ezio left back for Venice. He could and would not stay in Monteriggioni, he knew that for sure. Ezio had bigger worries than a strange man in his town.

He still had a chance to fix this fuck-up.

He would stay outside of Venice, live in the forest outside the gates if he had to. Would wait for the time the ship would get to the dock away from any eyes.

If Ezio had time to track him in between all his bullshit then he would….Well, not kill him. He couldn't do that nor wanted to… but he figured, with all the Animus doping, he could get away with a broken bone or two on both sides.

He gazed up, his fist was tingling in time with his heartbeats. Desmond let a long breath out, then back in.

He had to wait for Ezio to leave Monteriggioni once again for his mission… If his Animus memories were right, He never stayed long in town during visits.

He just had to wait for his opening.

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He could feel Ezio’s eyes on him.

From the moment He, Vincenzo and the recruits made it to the training grounds he felt the hairs on his neck stand tall.

One quick glimpse with his vision showed that, yes… Ezio was watching him from the manor.

So this is how it was going to be.

His shoulders slumped as he tried to ignore looking at the window Ezio was standing behind, keeping his eyes on the general location of the training group of mercenaries.

He could see five more mercenaries than he knew were there. His bleeds were usually just ghosts of figures in the corner of his eyes at this point, but since yesterday they were a bit more in the front. Stress tended to make them worse and calling yesterday stressful didn't even cut it.

“Now, Don’t you look chipper today?”

Desmond groaned “Don't start Vincenzo…”

“What? You look like something crawled up your ass.”

Desmond waved his hand in a go-away motion but knew it wouldn't deter Vincenzo. The other man leaned his hip on the railing. He just kept staring at the imaginary men swinging their swords near the others. The silence only lasted a few more seconds.

“Apparently, our midday patrol has been increased to cover the area after the mills also…”

Desmond looked to his side at Vincenzo with a hum. “Did you finally tell Marsilio about my concern then?”

“As if I’d let you make more work for us.” He clicked his tongue. “No, we have the king of the land to thank for this…”

“Oh…” Desmond chewed on his lip. Guess Ezio had the same idea as him. It would be easy for bandits to learn their patrol zones and camp just a bit more far ahead to hide if they kept on going around the same area. “Bet Marsilio wasn’t so happy about that.”

“You don't say… He has been a bitch to talk with, Ser Ezio has been driving him mad. All the ass-kissing he did to Ser Mario has been dusted over.”

Desmond sighed and leaned on the railings. “Well, It's not like…”

Vincenzo cut him off “Oh sod off, don't start at your lectures. You are always happy to take on more work” His voice took on a mocking tone.

“Great, I don't even need to add anything to this conversation then” Desmond grumbled. “An hour or so extra added to the patrols won't kill them…”

Vincenzo mirrored his pose on the railing and wiped his face with a palm. “Sure, sure. But this isn't the King’s army we are leading here, is it? Nothing ever happens around here.”

Desmond gave him one of his usual hums which got a sideways grin back from the man. “God, you are such an uptight asshole.”

Desmond smiled back at him tiredly “I know”

This was a regular topic of bickering/disagreement between him and the rest of them. The Others found his standing on this kind of stuff…cute, for the lack of a better word. He usually stayed in his lane, aware of his rank and place in the order and never spoke his mind fully, but something did slip every now and then.

Maybe it was because of his tone or how he got things done fast when he was asked but they didn't get too mad when they heard his ‘annoying’ opinions on how the mercenaries conducted their business in Monteriggioni. They just ignored his quips and chalked it up to him being too uptight or paranoid… though on rare occasions, they actually did listen to him.

Like, last week Vincenzo finally letting him add some extra moves into their training routine that would build up the men's stamina.

“You will come with us to the tavern tonight, yes?”

Desmond huffed “Like I have a choice, Angelo said he would get Marsilio to dock my pay if I refused.”

Vincenzo let a loud laugh. “Because he knows your sore ass needs to relax a bit. Also, he and the others enjoy your company.”

He knew they did, he would go along with their jokes with the help of his old bartender glamour, give some basic advice to their youthful worries and redirect questions as much as he could with a put-on wit but it was not fun for him.

He didn't want to talk about what young maiden they screwed over at the brothel this week or the fight they had with their wife last night. He was really regretting all the charm he turned on when he first got the job, maybe he should have faked being mute or something.

He looked up in the direction of the manor, knowing he was still being watched.

Too late for that now.

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To his delight, Ezio did not bother him during training or the mid-day patrol.

But that didn't mean he could catch a break.

He saw the golden glow still stalk his vision from up on the walls of the gate and during the new rounds the man around him refused to stop complaining, finding companionship in their shared misery their mouths worked more than usual and the combination of it all was getting on Desmond’s nerves.

Once they made their way back he stood by the side of the gate with his bow and quiver, waiting till everyone dispersed back to the barrack or homes. Checking with his sight he saw no sign of Ezio, so he decided to take advantage of this time of rest without his warden.

He made his way out to the forests he hunted at for the past month and a half, turning on his vision he walked around a bit till he found some tracks belonging to a sizeable game.

Thanks to Connor he had a very easy time tracking any kind of animal he needed and knew just what to do.

It had been the most useful after the flare.

He liked hunting.

It calmed him and was not too far away from what he did back at his camp regularly.

It was mainly his job to bring food back to the commune they had. When their rations first ran out, Shaun had made a rule for them quickly; You could not hunt unless you were sure there were two others of it that could continue the circle of life.

Each year it got easier to find a third one out of a couple and after two decades they could finally hunt without worrying too much about the damage their arrows could be doing to the numbers.

They even had a small group of survivors who did hunting trips in a group after Rebecca got him to teach some of them how to supply more food to their growing numbers.

Desmond kneeled next to the track of hoofprints he found, turning on his sight he followed the golden trail that appeared before him slowly. Stopping every now and then to refocus on the glow.

When he finally got the deer in his sights he kneeled behind a nearby bush very slowly and moved his bow up.

It was standing between two trees, eating with no notice of Desmond's presence.

He breathed in and out, drawing the string he focused keeping his hand steady and aiming for the vitals.

He gave a short whistle to catch its attention and at the same time let his string go. The arrow struck the poor thing right in its main artery as it whipped its head around to look at his way, collapsing on the ground the next second with a sad mewl.

He got up and went near his prize as he sheathed his bow over his shoulder.

Kneeling next to the animal, he drew his dagger from his side and made a quick work to end the misery of it with one stab. He pulled out the arrow from the side of its neck and started to maneuver the deer into position so he could skin it comfortably.

Just a few seconds after he started his process he heard the grass behind him get crushed under deliberately loud footsteps.

He did his best to not roll his eyes. Looked like recess was over.

“Nice shot…”

Desmond ignored the man behind him. Focusing on the task in his hands.

“I know hunters with decades behind their belts that can't pull off a clean shot like that.”

Desmond made quick work with his blade, tearing the skin apart from the muscle with each cut.

A shadow fell over him and the animal. He could see Ezio stepping next to him from the side of his vision.

An impressed whistle rang in the air “Damn, you are fast.”

Desmond held his sigh in and shook his head. Rolling the animal over he continued his work.

“You know silent treatment won't make me quit my questions. I can stay here till you answer, I rather enjoy watching this process you are doing, I'm not much of a hunter myself.”

With that comment, Desmond let the sigh he was holding go. Was Ezio this much of a talker before?

He could see the young assassin grinning out of the corner of his eye.

He continued with his work, tearing the last bit of pelt away from the animal's body and shaking it out. He rolled it up and got a piece of rope out from his belt loops to tie it.

As his hands worked, He saw Ezio’s mouth open to say something again. Desmond cut in “My answers won't change much from yesterday ser Ezio”

Ezio turned to look at him with a raised eyebrow.

“We both know the answers you gave me last night were bullshit.”

Desmond pressed his lips in a thin line.

“Are you a hunter or something as your main trade?”

Desmond tied the pelt onto the deer with the rest of the rope for easy carry.

“No, I’m just used to hunting for food.”

“Is this another one of your methods to ‘save’ money?”

Ezio was always fast at connecting dots together.

Desmond got up and grabbed the deer by its legs. Ezio stepped back as he hauled the animal onto his shoulders, the pelt facing the side that was touching his back.

“Your silence just confirms my questions.”

He clicked his tongue in annoyance.

Still ignoring him, started walking back and Ezio followed on his tail. They were quite a bit far from the gates and he knew Ezio would not drop his interrogation anytime soon.

“Where in Florance do you hail from Ser Domenico? Maybe my family knew of you.”

He gritted his teeth “They wouldn't. Grew up in the streets.”

“How convenient…” Desmond snorted, what a crazy answer to say to someone telling you they were homeless as a kid. It was a lie, but still…

“What will you do in Venice?”

“I told you, my wife is waiting for me, taking care of her sick mother.”

He heard Ezio huff in frustration at his answers. Good… Now they were both equally annoyed. Maybe he would put a rest in this back-and-forth game then.

“What did you do before coming here?”

“Joined the daily patrol around the village…”

“You know that's not what I asked.”

Desmond bit back with sarcasm “Is it not? My apologies Sir”

He suddenly got yanked back, dropping the deer onto the grass with the shock of it. Before he could shout in surprise, Ezio was in his face.

“I'd like to think I am being extremely charitable here to your attitude Ser Domenico, but my kindness does have its limits.” He took a step towards him.

“I deserve some real answers and some respect. You are in my land, clearly after something that concerns me!”

Desmond clenched his fist as he looked at the deer on the ground, what gave Ezio the right to pull him around like that.

He just wanted to leave this place and if it was not for Ezio he would have already been gone first thing in the morning and if it was not for the apple he would not even been here in the first place!

He lived through all of this once he didn’t need a second time! At least back then Animus was merciful enough to skip the empty bits and teleport him to where Ezio needed to be.

He thought he was done with this ‘time’, that he had put all of this period of people behind him. Done with everything that happened in the literal past and tasked to protect his present but now once again he was sucked right back in.

He did not want to do all of this all over again! He had people to take care of; Shaun was waiting for the data of his findings, and Rebecca was going to get his help with her new project once he had made it back. They had to fix a leak in their communal eating hut, he had promised to get to it soon and he wanted to be there to complete his other obligations he never got to before he left.

There were meetings he had to hold, conversations he had put off and many more tasks he thought he would get to complete once he was back…

But all of this was taken away from him in a second just when he finally started to make some things right.

“Not everything is about you.” Spat Desmond and He felt the anger bubble beneath his skin.

It was always the apples, always his ancestors, all his actions always had to tie back to them!

His eyes were still stuck on the deer on the floor. Why was it always only him who got yanked around. Why pull him here? To help him run away from his mistakes after so long? To punish him?

Ezio let out a scoff, shocked by the audacity thrown in his face.

“You cannot be serious! Your whole demeanour screams that it has something to do with me. What innocent men would speak the way you do?” He pointed at his face, teeth bared in anger. “I should end you right at this moment for even daring to act this way.”

Whipping his head to look at him straight in the eyes Desmond sneered back in frustration “If I had any ill will towards you, if I was going to do anything here, wouldn't I have already done it before you came back?”

“Then tell me your goal! Do I have to fucking torture you to get you to talk, you bastard?” Ezio pushed him slightly, jabbing a finger at his chest. “Why the fuck are you here? What Is your goal?!”

Both refused to part their sight from one another for a long time.

Desmond's shoulders were tense and drawn back, his right hand ready to draw back in a moment's notice to throw its weight to a target and Ezio’s wrist was flexing by his side, debating if he should just end this hassle with one swipe.

If this continued, blood was going to be drawn and that realization gave a pause to Desmond's running thoughts.

The figure meeting his eyes looked so young now that he was looking at him head-on, compared to last night's candlelit view. Ezio’s lips were in a tight line, his eyes had a flame behind them. Desmond noticed he never had gotten to see Ezio from this point of view before.

He only ever witnessed him from Ezio’s own eyes.

Shrugging his shoulders down, Desmond leaned back in defeat.

This wasn’t the 50-year-old mentor he last remembered. Barely a decade had passed since his biggest tragedy, his hands were still freshly stained with blood, still in his quest for revenge. Ezios outfits glitched before his eyes for a second, scrolling through the different phases of his life he had yet to get.

“Are you going to speak?!”

Desmond closed his eyes and held his hand out in a stop. Breathing in and out for a couple of seconds as blood rushed through his ears. His other hand massaged his temple. Shit, maybe he was being a bit unfair to him. He was supposed to be the grown-up…

Ezio didn't know shit yet, he didn't know what tragedies awaited him and here he was being another reason for stress in his life when he came back to take a rare break from all the crazy that was going on back in Venice.

“Alright…Fuck, okay fine… I'll talk.” He opened his eyes to see Ezio with his hands on his hips, his eyebrows crossed with a slight look of concern.

Desmond wiped his sweaty hands on his pants, licking his lips nervously.

“Look, I’m- I’m being truthful when I tell you I am not here to harm you or the people here.” He continued after taking a breath “I need to get to Venice…But no wife is waiting for me there.”

He placed his hand on his chest. “My goals have nothing to do with yours, bad or good it will not affect your life…there is…a ship with a special delivery I need to board when it arrives.”

Hopefully, when he did, He could just touch the apple like before and appear in that cave where he committed his stupidest mistake like nothing ever happened.

He looked at Ezio with earnest eyes “I am just trying to get back to my people, and I need to get to Venice to do that.”

Ezio shifted his weight on one leg, his eyes roamed around for a few seconds. Tolling over what to say. The anger from before slightly died down in his tone after Desmond’s talk.

“Your people… Why are you even here then?”

Desmond didn't lie in his answer “I have no fucking idea.”

“What?”

He gave a soft smile. “I have no idea how I got here or why I am here.”

Ezio thought over his answer. “No idea how? You lost your memory or something?”

Desmond just looked at him “No, I remember everything before but I have no memory of ever stepping foot in Monteriggioni by my own will.”

“Cazzo… I…” He tilted his head, then turned away in confusion “I can’t believe I am even entertaining what you said as an answer. You barely have given me more than the lies you have spat before… I just have more questions than answers.”

Desmond sighed. Ezio was right, he knew that. But he could not speak of the apple yet and he did not want to anyway. It was too late to get Ezio off his back but he needed to give the man something for him to at least get out of this house arrest.

He was going to regret what he said next…

“I am an assassin.”

Ezio turned back at him so fast, he looked like he almost gave himself a whiplash.

Desmond held up his hands “I swear to you, that is true.”

Ezio squinted his eyes, his face full of distrust. “All your lies… I will not treat you kindly if this is one of them.”

“I am not lying, not about this.” Desmond shook his head. “Look…” He started to roll up his right arm sleeve.

Most of the mercenaries chose to roll them up above their biceps except for him, for two reasons: One, he did not want the tattoo on his left arm to be a talking point or a reason for recognition and two…

“A hidden blade…” Ezio’s hand grabbed his wrist to look closer at the mechanism strapped to his wrist.

It had quite the wear and tear but Shaun and Rebecca had helped him with its upkeep all these years. The leather straps had flaked on some of the edges and the metal plate holding the blade was less shiny than it was before, but the blade was still as sharp as ever and it slid out with the ease it should.

Ezio moved Desmond's hand to activate the blade a couple of times, eyes looking at all the different details, taking in the more simplistic design it had than his blades.

Desmond stood there as his arm was turned over under Ezios hands, his fingers touching every part of the bracer strapped on his arm, he was not used to this much skinship…

He coughed and Ezio politely let his arm go, stepping back he looked over Desmond with a more calculating gaze. “Why not just say all this at the start? We could have avoided all this-”

Desmond rolled his sleeve down as he spoke over “I told you… my mission is separate from yours. I am not here for you or anyone else, I am just trying to get back.”

Ezio’s focused back on the cuff that hid his hidden blade. Silent for a few seconds before he spoke. “I thought I was the only Assassin left in Italy.”

Desmond wrinkled his nose in pity. Nearly half of Ezio’s closest allies were one but the others would not reveal themselves for a long while. Which was a decision he never understood before… They trusted him enough to take on their biggest mission but not enough to let him know the full truth.

That was a parallel they shared together in their lives.

“Sadly, I am not an Italian Assassin.”

Ezio furrowed his brows “What do you mean? Aren’t you from Florence?” as soon as he said it he thought the answer on his own. “But your accent… Where are you from then?”

Desmond scratched his beard. He had already told too much. “Far West…”

“I am never going to get full answers from you am I?”

Desmond smiled back as an answer and Ezio gave a defeated sigh. “Fuck, fine… I feel like Father is probably turning over in his grave seeing the grace I am giving you.” He put his hands on his hips and looked at Desmond with a new shine in his eyes.

“You are not off the cuff yet by the way. You still cannot leave this place in the middle of the night before I figure out what to do with you.”

Great so nothing had changed for him…

“But I will permit you to leave with me to Venice when I go back. I’ll accompany you till you get where you need to be.”

Desmond’s eye twitched and his smile dropped. That was fucking worse.

#fanfic #if i lead #ezio auditore #desmond miles #assassin's creed #Here yall go.... man #this felt like it took a lifetime #especially their verbal fight... I rewrote it so many times #but it is done :3

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amitiel-truth · 4 months ago

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River Maiden Pt. 4

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Part 11,

(A/N: Do you ever wonder what's the meaning of the colors you see? 🙃)

*Not Proofread, sorry*

🔞Sexual innuendos🔞

Telemachus holds (Y/N) close, his arms encircling her protectively, as they lay together in a comfortable silence. He runs his fingers gently through her hair, his touch tender and soothing, relishing in the feeling of her body pressed against his. He wishes they could stay like this forever, in this moment of intimacy and peace, shielded from the world and all its troubles.

"I just realized, It's too early to sleep, and it's too early to couple when you brought me here" (Y/N) points out, low and behold, Telemachus's window shows that it's only the afternoon.

Telemachus chuckles at her realization, his gaze flickering to the window to see that, indeed, the sun is still high in the sky.

"You're right," he says, his voice tinged with amusement. "I suppose I was a little too eager to bring you here, wasn't I?"

"I was just dressed by your mother and you can barely keep it to yourself~" (Y/N) teases, stroking his chest.

"Hey, cut me some slack," he protests half-heartedly. "You're absolutely breathtaking, I couldn't help myself. You can't blame me for being a bit impatient when I have such a nymph in my bed."

"You really convince that I'm not human, aren't you? When will you accept that I'm simply (Y/N)?" (Y/N) asked teasingly.

"I can help it, My Nymph, you're too pretty simply be human" Telemachus compliments, caressing her cheek.

"You flatter me too much~" (Y/N) swoons, laying her head on his chest

"...what shall we do now?"

Telemachus hums thoughtfully as he considers her question, his fingers idly tracing patterns on her back.

"Well, we could stay here and continue to bask in each other's embrace," he suggests, his voice a soft rumble in his chest. "Or we could venture out into the garden for a walk, or go down to the beach and feel the sand between our toes. Or..."

He tilts her chin up so that she's looking at him, a sly smile on his lips as his eyes glimmer with mischief.

He leans down, his mouth near her ear, and lowers his voice to a whisper

"Or, we could stay here and I could have my way with you again~"

"You ravenous beast!" (Y/N) scolded, throwing a pillow at his face.

"You're still inside me, you know, keeping your seed trapped" (Y/N) points out, slapping his chest.

Telemachus laughs and catches the pillow as it hits him in the face. He grins down at her, not at all shamed or remorseful for his words.

"Can you blame me?” he responds, his eyes dark with desire as he looks down at her.

“How can I resist when I have such a delectable and willing nymph in my bed? And yes, I'm well aware that I'm still inside you, keeping my seed inside you. It's a very pleasant feeling" He leans down, nipping her ear.

"We barely even met and you're already planning on it to take aren't you?" Telemachus chuckles at her words, his lips curving into a sly smile. He props himself up on his elbow, looking down at her with an unabashed eagerness.

"Is it that obvious?" he asks, his voice a low rumble. "Can you blame me? You're far too beautiful and enticing to resist. I've never met anyone quite like you, and I can't help but want to make you mine, completely and utterly."

"By getting me pregnant on the second day? You work fast, don't you my Prince~." (Y/N) points out with a teasing smile.

Telemachus grins at her response, his eyes glimmering with desire and mischief.

"And what if that is my intention?” he counters, his voice a low rumble in his chest.

“Is that such a bad thing? To make you mine, to have you carry my child, to bind you to me forever and always?"

"I don't mind if it's you" (Y/N) answers, pecking his lips.

Telemachus's heart races and his breath catches in his chest at her simple yet honest response. He reaches out and cups her face in his hand, his thumb gently stroking her cheek as he looks down at her with a mixture of desire and tenderness.

"You have no idea how happy that makes me,” he murmurs, his voice soft and filled with emotion. "To know that you would willingly give yourself to me, to bear my child..."

"Now don't get too ahead of ourselves now, I want to get to know this place as well as get to know your Mother, the poor woman had enough heart attacks from the both of us" (Y/N) calms him down, placing a finger on his lips.

Telemachus laughs, amused and slightly chagrined by her words. He knows she's right, that they should slow down a bit and take some time to get acquainted with his home and his family.

"You're right, you're right," he concedes, although reluctantly. "I suppose we should take a break and satisfy your curiosity about my home and family."

"And most importantly" (Y/N) cups his cheek.

"I wish to get to know you more"

Telemachus's expression softens at her words, his heart swelling with affection for her. The realization that she's not just interested in him physically, but also wants to get to know him on a deeper level, means the world to him.

"You have no idea how much that means to me" he says, his voice barely above a whisper. "I want to get to know you too, every aspect of you. Your hopes, your dreams, your fears, your quirks..."

"I'm glad you didn't fall in love with me for just my body" (Y/N) teases, grinning at him.

Telemachus laughs and rolls his eyes, amused by her jest. He gently pinches her side, chuckling at her little squeak of protest.

"Oh, don't worry, I did fall in love with your body," he teases back, his eyes roaming over her form with a possessive, appreciative gaze. "But it's not the only thing I love about you. You're so much more than that. You're smart, and strong, and witty, and so damn stubborn...and that body as well." Telemachus jokes.

"You insatiable man." (Y/N) scold him a little, slapping his bare chest.

Telemachus laughs, unrepentant as he catches her hand in his, holding it against his chest. He brings her hand up to his lips, pressing a kiss against her knuckles as repentance.

"Guilty as charged," he responds with a wicked grin. "But can you blame me? With such a beautiful, captivating woman in my bed, how else am I supposed to act?"

"You mean by the river" (Y/N) reminded, making Telemachus remember their very first time at the river two days ago.

"Ah yes, the river," he says, a smile tugging at his lips. "How could I forget? That was certainly a... memorable experience. But the bed is much preferable, I must say."

"What? The river wasn't preferable to you?" (Y/N) asked teasingly.

Telemachus snorts, shaking his head in amusement at her teasing. He leans down, pressing a kiss against her forehead.

"Don't get me wrong, it was a very enjoyable experience," he says, his voice laced with a hint of mock-offense. "But the bed is far more comfortable, and far more private. And I, for one, enjoy being able to take my time and fully enjoy your body without having to worry about someone stumbling upon us."

"With how much you were pounding me by the river side like a rabid beast I highly doubt you'd care about anyone stumbling upon us" (Y/N) teases, tracing a finger on his chest.

"Fair point, fair point," he admits, his eyes sparkling with humor and desire as he gazes down at her. "Once I had you in my arms, I doubt anything could have stopped me. I was quite... feral, wasn't I?"

"But you're my feral beast, no one else~" (Y/N) reiterated, pecking his lips.

"Damn right, I'm your feral beast," he mutters, his voice thick with emotion. "And you're my beautiful nymph, mine and mine only. I won't let anyone else have you, ever."

"Alright, calm down, you feral beast of the night, let's go take a bath" (Y/N) calms him down, standing up, albeit with a bit of a struggle, before pulling him to his washroom.

Telemachus laughs, amused by her banter, and allows her to pull him up and lead him into the washroom. He follows behind her eagerly, his gaze roaming over her bare form without an ounce of shame. As soon as they enter the washroom, he wraps his arms around her from behind, pressing a kiss against the nape of her neck.

"Let me help you, my love," Telemachus whispers in her ear, his voice a low rumble as (Y/N) began cleaning herself, lifting a pail of water.

"Carry this for me then" (Y/N) requested, handing him a pail of water.

Telemachus takes the pail from her "Anything for you," he replies with a small smile, holding the pail firmly in his hands. "What do you want me to do with it?"

"Wash yourself" (Y/N) said with a teasing smile, scrubbing her arm.

Telemachus raises an eyebrow, his expression filled with mock-indignation. "You're just going to make me wash myself while you stand there all sudsy and temptingly delicious?" he asks, his voice laced with a hint of playful accusation.

"Yes" (Y/N) answers blankly, rinsing herself.

Telemachus grumbles under his breath, but he can't help the small smile that tugs at the corner of his mouth as he watches her rinsing herself. He sets the pail down and grabs the ladle, scooping up some water to wash himself.

"You're a cruel woman, you know that?" he says, his tone half-joking, half-serious as he scrubs his body.

"You may be my feral beast but I prefer you to be clean" (Y/N) commented, pecking his lips with an innocent kiss.

"You make a valid point," he concedes, smiling down at her. "I suppose I don't mind being a clean feral beast, as long as it pleases you."

"Your Mother would too, poor woman, the shenanigans you pulled as a child" (Y/N) points out, a teasing smile on her lips.

"Ugh, don't remind me," he mutters, rubbing a hand over his face. "I was quite the troublemaker as a child, I'll admit it. My poor mother had her hands full with me. I'm lucky she still loves me, despite all the chaos I caused."

"Every Mother does" (Y/N) states, as she began drying herself in one of Telemachus' towels.

Telemachus watches as she dries herself, his gaze roaming over her body appreciatively. He reaches out, taking the towel from her and running it gently over her skin, helping to dry her off. He can't help but run his hands over her smooth flesh, wanting to touch and feel every inch of her.

"You're right," he says, his voice is low and rough with desire. "My mother is a saint for putting up with me all these years."

(Y/N) chuckles at his actions over her. "You're awfully doting, is this the Prince's aftercare?" (Y/N) asked teasingly.

Telemachus laughs and rolls his eyes, not denying the suggestion. He continues running the towel over her body, his touch slow and deliberate.

"Perhaps," he responds, a hint of a smirk on his face. "Is there anything wrong with a Prince wanting to take care of his beloved nymph after some... vigorous activities?"

"His Nymph would say...he should do it more often~" (Y/N) teases, pecking his lips.

Telemachus chuckles and grins. He tosses the towel aside and pulls her closer against him

"Is that so?" he murmurs, his voice low and sultry as he presses kisses against her neck and shoulder. "You want me to pamper you more often, do you?"

"Well I am to sire your children, after all so...better start somewhere~" (Y/N) teases, stroking his chest.

Telemachus laughs again, the sound deep and rich as he pulls her even closer against him, his body pressing against hers. "You're incorrigible, you know that?" he murmurs, his fingers tracing a path down her spine.

"You can't even resist the opportunity to tease me and rile me up, even when I'm trying to be a proper Prince and take care of you. It's positively maddening."

"Ah ah ah, calm yourself down, My Prince~" (Y/N) teases, splashing water to his face.

Telemachus sputters as the water splashes him in the face, caught completely off guard by the unexpected attack. He blinks, shaking his head to clear the water from his eyes, then glares playfully down at (Y/N).

"You little minx." he growls, his words laced with mock-irritation. "You just can't help yourself, can you? Always finding new ways to tease and rile me up, even when I'm trying to behave myself."

(Y/N) laughs at his proclaim "Since when have you ever behaved yourself?" She points out, as she begins to wear the shimmering midnight blue chiton Queen Penelope gifted her.

Telemachus watches as she puts on the shimmering blue chiton fabric, his eyes raking over her body appreciatively. He can't help but admire how the material looks against her skin, the way it drapes over her curves... He groans, his gaze darkening with desire as he tries to hold himself back from pouncing on her.

"I do behave myself... occasionally," he says, his voice a low grumble as he tries to keep his hands to himself. "But you make it so damn difficult."

"Well behave yourself then, because I want that tour, and get to know your mother more" (Y/N) points out, crossing her arms, waiting for her Prince to dress himself up.

Telemachus sighs dramatically, reluctantly tearing his gaze away from her. He picks up a towel and dries himself off quickly, struggling to rein in his desire and focus on her request. Once he's decently dry, he quickly dresses himself, trying to ignore the way his body is still thrumming with desire for her.

"Fine, fine," he grumbles, although there's no real annoyance in his voice. "I'll behave myself and show you around the palace. But after that... you're all mine, Nymph."

"No no, Your Mother's planning on giving me a few lessons on etiquette, I'm afraid you'll have to wait, My Prince~" (Y/N) reveals once more with a smile.

"You're going to make me wait, are you?" he asks, his voice laced with exaggerated disappointment. "You're truly a cruel woman, my Nymp. Leaving me all teased up and eager, and then telling me I have to wait to have you. It's torture, pure torture."

(Y/N) laughs as they began walking out of his room with Telemachus leading the way.

"Is it really that torturous when you just had your way with me earlier?" (Y/N) asked, tilting her head.

"When you put it that way... no, it's not that torturous, I suppose," he grumbles, rubbing a hand over his face. "But still, I can't help but want you every second of the day. It's like a damn maddening itch I can't scratch."

"Keep it to yourself for now, My beloved, and on with the tour, please?" (Y/N) pats his cheek, holding his arm.

"As you wish, my beautiful Nymph," he says, with a small sigh. "Now, let me show you my humble home."

Telemachus leads her through the palace, showing off the various rooms and areas, while sharing stories and anecdotes about his adolescence and time growing up here.

Eventually, they come to the grand Hall, its high ceilings and pillars a testament to the palace's opulence.

"And this," he says, gesturing to the room with a flourish, "Is where the legendary Suitors will be making fools of themselves for the foreseeable future."

"Suitors? Who are they,exactly?" (Y/N) asked, tilting her head.

Telemachus' expression darkened, his jaw clenching slightly. He didn't really want to think or talk about the Suitors, but he figured he shouldn't have expected to avoid the topic forever.

"They're a group of pompous, self-important assholes who've been camped out in my home for the last thirteen years," he mutters, his voice low and filled with anger and disgust. "They're here, supposedly, to compete for my Mother's hand in marriage and the throne. But truthfully, they're just a bunch of arrogant assholes getting drunk and making fools of themselves every night."

"They just don't want to leave your Mother alone, don't they?" (Y/N) asked in a somber tone.

"That's an understatement," Telemachus grumbles darkly.

"They're parasites, sucking the life and joy from my home and my family. They show up under the pretenses of wanting to marry my Mother and become king, but the truth is they're just a bunch of spoiled, selfish brats who want the power and prestige that comes with the throne." His grip on her arm tightens for a moment, his anger and frustration palpable.

(Y/N) caresses his arm, trying to calm him down.

Telemachus lets out a deep sigh, some of the tension draining from his body as she caresses his arm. He gazes down at her, his expression softening as he looks at her comforting gesture.

"Sorry," he mutters, his voice quiet and contrite. "I hate talking about the Suitors. They just disgust me. And I've had to deal with them for so long that it's hard not to let it rile me up."

"It's understandable, you've dealt with them ever since you were a child" (Y/N) said with a smile.

"Yes, far too long," he mumbles, scowling as he gazes at the empty Hall. "They're such obnoxious fools. All they do is sit around, stuffing their faces and drinking my family's wine. They care more about the luxurious lifestyle and power they think they'll obtain than they do about anything actually important."

"If only your Father were here" (Y/N) sadly muses, holding his arm.

Telemachus nods in agreement, his expression solemn. He stares out at the empty ballroom, his thoughts turning to his long-absent father.

"If only," he mutters, his voice heavy with a mix of sadness, anger, and longing. "But he's been gone for so long now. Mother still holds out hope that he'll return someday, but I... I've given up on that dream, honestly."

"It's okay to feel that way, My love" (Y/N) reassures with a sad smile.

"Thank you," he says quietly, his voice soft and sincere. "It's not easy to give up on the idea of a lost parent, but it's been so long now that I've resigned myself to the fact that he's gone and won't be coming back. It hurts, but life must go on. And I have you now, so I suppose it's not all bad."

"Is that why you've been training so hard?" Egeria asked, fussing over him.

"Yes, that's part of it," he says, his voice quiet. "The absence of my father... it's always weighed heavily on me. I've trained hard to become stronger, to prove that I can stand on my own. It's a way to push through the pain and not let it bring me down."

(Y/N) looks at him in shock, stunned, before smiling fondly at him, pulling him into a hug

"I couldn't believe I could even fall harder for you, Telemachus" (Y/N) admits, blush dusting across her cheeks

Telemachus melts into her embrace, her words and the feeling of her body against his instantly soothing his troubled emotions. He buries his face in the crook of her neck, relishing the way her hair feels against his skin. He wraps his arms around her in return, hugging her tightly against him.

"You're so sweet, my nymph," he mumbles against her skin, his voice low and affectionate. "You have no idea how much hearing you say that means to me."

"When will you ever drop that Nymph theory?" (Y/N) asked while still hugging him.

"Probably never. I prefer to keep thinking of you as a nymph," He replies, his voice a low, playful rumble. "It suits you, you know. A beautiful, exotic river nymph... it fits you perfectly."

"You and your nicknames~" (Y/N) rolls her eyes, before pecking his lips.

"What can I say? I like giving you nicknames," he murmurs, his voice low and affectionate. "And you're just so lovely, it's hard to stop myself from coming up with new ones for you. My beautiful nymph, my sweet (Y/N)... the list goes on."

"Ok, ok, you Love Bug, I still need to be taught under your Mother, I bet you have a lot of Royal duties or training to attend to" (Y/N) points out, smiling fondly at him.

"Ugh, why do you have to be so sensible?" he grumbles, giving her a mock-glare. "But you're right. I hate it, but I do have things I need to do. Training and other royal duties. Ugh."

"Well, you do wish to be strong and responsible, correct?" (Y/N) asked, tilting her head.

Telemachus sighs, knowing she's right once again. Yes, he does want to be strong and responsible, even if it wasn't always easy. He nods, his pout softening into a resigned expression.

"Yes, I do," he replies, his voice resigned. "And I suppose that means letting you go so you can go have your etiquette lessons with my Mother. Begrudgingly letting you go, that is."

"Don't worry my Beloved, we'll see each other later" (Y/N) smiles, pecking his lips once more, as he began guiding her to his Mother's Quarters.

"I know, I know," he mutters, pouting slightly. "But it still doesn't make it easier to let you go. I'll miss you while you're off learning how to be all proper and poised. I much prefer you being a wild nymph, if I'm being honest."

"But if I were to stand next to you one day, It'll only embarrass not only you, but all of Ithaca, correct?" (Y/N) asked, making Telemachus shocked at how dedicated she is to him, to the point of changing herself for him.

Telemachus stops in his tracks, completely taken aback by her words. He stares at her. He can't believe that she would be so willing to change herself for him, to become more "proper" simply because she wants to stand beside him one day.

"(Y/N)..." he says slowly, his voice full of awe and emotion. "You... you really would do that? For me?"

"I'd do anything for you, Telemachus" (Y/N) stated, a smile on her lips.

Without saying a word, he steps forward and pulls her into a tight, almost desperate embrace, burying his face in the crook of her neck.

"I don't know what I did to deserve you," he mumbles against her skin, his voice thick with emotion. "You're so sweet, so wonderful... you're everything I could ever want, everything I could ever need. I'm the luckiest man alive to have found you, My Nymph. Gods, I love you so much it's almost painful."

"Telemachus, you deserve me, You big heart won me over on day one" (Y/N) reassures, patting his back as he began tearing up.

Telemachus buries his face even further into her neck "I don't deserve you, (Y/N)" he mutters, his voice filled with a mixture of love, self-deprecation, and a hint of insecurity. "You're too perfect, too wonderful. I'm just... me. How could the gods have blessed me with you?"

"Will you please stop being lovey dovey in front of my door? As much as I like seeing such a sight, I'd like it not as frequent as possible" Queen Penelope suddenly opens her door, making the two love birds leap out of their embrace

Telemachus looks like a mixture of flustered and embarrassed, his face turning slightly red. "Ah... Mother," he says sheepishly, trying to compose himself as best as he can. "We... uh... we were just...We were just coming to see you so I could drop (Y/N) off." he explains, trying to act casual even though his heart is still racing.

Penelope glances at the two of them, a slight smirk on her lips as she takes in their flustered states. She can see the affection between them, and it warms her heart, if not also slightly amuses her.

"Ah yes, I see that," she says, her voice laced with slight amusement. "Well, you've arrived just in time. Come, my dear (Y/N), let us start your lessons."

"Coming" (Y/N) answers, walking to Penelope's door, smiling at Telemachus before disappearing into his Mother's door.

Telemachus watches as Egeria follows his Mother inside, closing the door behind them. Telemachus stands there for a moment longer, still processing everything that just happened. Then, with a mix of eagerness and impatience, he heads off to his own training.

(Y/N) looks around Penelope's quarters, before setting her gaze to a weaving mechanism she never saw before.

"What is that?" (Y/N) asked, curious.

Penelope looks at the weaving mechanism that (Y/N) is looking at, a smile on her face. She walks over to it and runs her hand over the smooth wood, clearly proud of it.

"This, my dear (Y/N), is a loom. It's a tool used for weaving fabric and creating cloth," she explains, her voice filled with warmth and wisdom. "It's been used for generations, a symbol of tradition and craftsmanship."

"What are you making?" (Y/N) asked, looking at the cloth she's making.

"It's beautiful"

Penelope glances down at the cloth she's weaving and smiles.

"Thank you," she says, a hint of sadness in her voice. "This is a burial shroud. It's for Laertes, Telemachus's grandfather. But I suppose you could say I'm... taking my time with it." (Y/N) tilted her head in confusion

Penelope sees the confused expression on (Y/N)'s face, and she chuckles softly. She takes a seat on a nearby chair and gestures for (Y/N) to sit as well.

"You see, my dear, I've been using this shroud as an excuse to not select one of the suitors," she explains. "I tell them I won't chose one until I finish it, but the truth is, I have no intention of ever finishing it. Especially now that Telemachus is courting you."

(Y/N) blushes a bit, before understanding the reason.

"...I see where Telemachus gets his cunning from" (Y/N) states with a smile.

Penelope grins, pleased that (Y/N) understood her meaning.

"Ah, yes, Telemachus is a bit more clever than he lets on," she replies, her voice affectionate. "And it seems he takes after me more than his father in some ways."

She chuckles softly and pats (Y/N)'s hand. Her expression then turns a bit more serious.

"But my dear, there is something I need to discuss with you.

As I'm sure Telemachus has told you, the situation on Ithaca has grown... tense. These suitors, they grow more impatient and unruly with each passing day. I fear that they may resort to drastic measures soon, if we don't find a way to placate them."

"Then...what can I do to help?" (Y/N) asked, looking at the Queen, worried.

Penelope smiles, appreciating (Y/N)'s willingness to help.

"My dear, I must admit, I'm impressed by your dedication to Telemachus and to helping Ithaca," she says, her voice full of admiration. "But for now, the best thing you can do is be there for Telemachus. Support him, encourage him. He needs it, more than he lets on, You're good for him, my dear. You give him strength."

"I will, I promise" (Y/N) smiles, nodding at Penelope.

Penelope nods in approval, satisfied with (Y/N)'s determination.

"Good."

She stands up, gesturing for (Y/N) to do the same.

"Now, let us get started with your lessons. We have much to cover, and I have a feeling you'll be a quick learner."

Over the next few hours, Penelope instructs (Y/N) in the ways of etiquette and grace, teaching her how to walk, speak, and comport herself with elegance.

She demonstrates proper table manners, move with a certain regalness, and emphasizes the importance of being poised and unflappable under pressure.

There are moments of laughter and struggle, but (Y/N) proves to be a quick learner as Penelope had predicted. Despite her naturally carefree and unassuming demeanor, she absorbs the lessons with a focus and determination that is both admirable and impressive.

As the lesson continues, Penelope finds herself marveling at (Y/N)'s progress and adaptability.

"You know, (Y/N), I must say, you're picking up these lessons quite quickly," she observes with a hint of curiosity. "Perhaps... perhaps a bit too quickly."

"Oh, Thank you, My Aunt taught me a lot of things, she's quite a graceful and intelligent woman" (Y/N) explains with a fond smile

Penelope nods, her curiosity piqued even more. There's something about the way (Y/N) mentions her Aunt that leaves her unsatisfied with that simple answer. In that brief mention, she can tell that there's much more to her story.

"Your Aunt, you say..." she muses, her voice trailing off. "...she must be quite a remarkable woman."

"Very much so, She's one of the few people I know at the side of my Family" (Y/N) answers with a smile.

Penelope observes (Y/N) quietly for a moment longer, noting the slight change in her expression. There's a hint of sadness and resentment underlying her words that speaks volumes.

"I see," she says gently. "It seems you and your family... don't get along well."

"I've only met a few of them, but I'm still not close to many of them because of my Father's tendencies" (Y/N) explains with a sad smile.

"Ah... I understand that all too well, my dear," she says quietly, her voice soft with empathy. "Family can be... complicated, to put it mildly."

"But I swear! I don't wish to complicate anything for Telemachus, I wish for a happy family as well, Mother" (Y/N) reassures Penelope, worried she might see (Y/N)'s past unfit for Telemachus.

"Of course, my dear, I know you have nothing but good intentions," she reassures her. "And I can see your devotion to Telemachus. It's quite plain, for all to see."

She pauses, considering her next words.

"But my concern is not just about Telemachus. It's about you, as well."

She steps closer and takes (Y/N)'s hand in hers. Her gaze is serious but caring.

"You come from a complicated family, This can be a heavy burden to bear. But more than that..."

She lets out a sigh, carefully choosing her words.

"It's the secret you're hiding from him, dearest. That... troubles me."

(Y/N) flinches, she knew it, she knew she couldn't hide it from a mother, as she closes her eyes, holding Penelope's hand firmly.

"I'm not sure if I have the strength to tell him yet, Mother" (Y/N) frowns.

Penelope squeezes (Y/N)'s hand, her touch firm yet gentle. She nods, understanding the struggle (Y/N) is facing.

"I understand, my dear. I know it's not easy. But... the secret you're holding, it's bound to come to light eventually. And the longer you wait, the harder it will be to share it, You can't keep it hidden forever."

"Ok, but...I wish to tell you first, to see if you'd still give your blessing for us...to me" (Y/N) said with a frown.

Penelope's eyes widen, surprised by (Y/N)'s request. She considers it for a moment, her expression serious but open-minded.

"Very well, my dear. If you wish to share your secret with me first, then I shall listen. But remember, I cannot give my blessing based on my opinion alone. Telemachus must know the truth as well."

"Ok...here it goes" (Y/N) takes a deep breath, looking directly at Penelope

"I'm... Poseidon's daughter"

Penelope's eyes widen even further, the revelation catching her off guard. She knew (Y/N) was hiding something, but this... this was beyond anything she could've imagined.

She takes a moment to collect her thoughts before responding, her voice a mix of surprise and curiosity.

"Poseidon... the God of the Seas. You're his daughter?"

(Y/N) frowns, nodding at her, before removing her arm bracelet, showing it more closely to Penelope

"And my Mother...was Medusa, before she was turned into a monster" (Y/N) added with a frown

The arm bracelet have sea snakes designed on them.

As (Y/N) reveals her heritage and shows her arm bracelet, Penelope's mind races trying to process the revelation. She had heard the tales of Medusa, of course, but to meet her child, (Y/N)... it was a different experience altogether.

Her gaze is fixed on the arm bracelet, adorned with sea snakes, a clear symbol of (Y/N) divine lineage. Penelope's expression is a mix of surprise and fascination.

"Poseidon... and Medusa," she whispers, the name carrying a heavy weight.

She looks back at (Y/N), her eyes filled with a mixture of awe and concern.

"This is... quite the revelation, my dear. The offspring of a god and a cursed mortal..."

She can't hide the hint of disbelief in her voice, but she tries to remain open-minded, considering the weight of (Y/N)'s revelation.

"How do you feel about all this, (Y/N)? About your parentage, and everything that it entails?"

"Huh? Are you...not disgruntled by me? Curse me out because I might bring misfortune to your family?" (Y/N) asked in shock.

Penelope's expression softens at (Y/N)'s question, her heart touched by the young woman's worries. "My dear, I could never curse you out because of your parentage. You cannot choose the blood in your veins. Just as Telemachus cannot. We are all shaped by circumstances beyond our control."

She takes a step closer, gently placing her hand on (Y/N)'s cheek. "No, I'm not disgruntled, my dear. I'm merely... shocked and trying to understand. But more than anything, I'm curious."

"If I may ask... what is it like? Growing up as the child of a god? To have Poseidon as your father, and Medusa as your mother?"

She gazes at (Y/N) intently, her curiosity getting the better of her, but not enough to override her compassion.

"Confusing" (Y/N) answers with a frown.

"Poseidon would rather focus on punishing those disrespecting him, and Medusa is still recovering from..." (Y/N) frowns, hugging herself.

Penelope nods, listening intently to (Y/N)'s response. It seemed that even the gods were not immune to family troubles. She could tell that (Y/N) was struggling to come to terms with her unique situation.

"I see," she says gently, her voice laced with empathy. "That must be very difficult, to have a father who is both powerful and absent, and a mother who is recovering from such a traumatic and tragic past."

"It's why I was mostly left to Hera, she took me in as her student, I learned a lot from her, until I decided I wanted to live on my own in the forest" (Y/N) tells her, reminiscing her peaceful stay.

*Penelope raises an eyebrow at the mention of Hera. She knew the queen of the gods was known for her jealousy and wrath, but she also knew of Hera's softer side, one that not many were privileged to see.*

"Hera, you say? It's quite unexpected to hear that Queen of the Gods took an interest in your upbringing. That's a mighty high figure indeed." She frowns slightly, a bit puzzled.

"But... why did you choose to live in solitude in the forest? If Hera was taking care of you, why not stay with her?"

"Hera still has her plights, I don't wish to intrude on it, she already has her plate full enough with Zeus" (Y/N) explains

Penelope nods, understanding (Y/N) reasoning. The tumultuous relationship between Hera and Zeus was a tale known to all. She could see how (Y/N) didn't want to add to Hera's troubles.

"I see. So, you chose solitude in the forest to give Hera peace and not burden her further." She purses her lips, considering her next words carefully. "But... that's a lonely life for such a young woman, my dear."

"It may not seem ideal but, It's what I preferred, well...before I met your Son" (Y/N) answers, blushing a bit.

Penelope smiles at (Y/N), a gentle, motherly smile. She could see how much (Y/N) cared for Telemachus in her blush. It was sweet, and it endeared her to her even more. But she was not so simple that she would forget the revelation of (Y/N)'s heritage so easily.

"And Telemachus..." she muses, her voice softer now. "what is he to you, my dear?"

(Y/N) blushes even more, pursing her lips "...He's my everything"

Penelope smiles, her heart warmed by (Y/N) declaration. The love and devotion in her voice were undeniable. She places a hand on (Y/N) shoulder, her touch gentle yet firm "That's a strong statement, my dear. And a weighty one."

She pauses, her gaze serious yet caring. "Do you understand what it means, to be someone's 'everything'?"

Penelope studies (Y/N) reaction closely, her eyes searching for any hint of doubt or uncertainty.

"To be everything to Telemachus, means you will be responsible for his happiness, his support, his love, his companion... His trust. Are you truly prepared to take on such a burden, my dear?"

"Yes, More than anything" (Y/N) answers, nodding.

Penelope smiles warmly at (Y/N) fervent response. It was clear that she was sincere, and her determination was admirable. But still... Penelope had to be sure.

"You understand that Telemachus has his own troubles, his own responsibilities. He has the weight of ruling Ithaca on his shoulders. Can you handle the stress and strain that comes with being the wife of a king?"

"I may not know it, but I'll endure, I wish to learn everything, change myself until one day, I know I'm in the position to stand next to him" (Y/N) answers with conviction.

Penelope's heart swells with pride and admiration for (Y/N). Her determination and love for Telemachus was a sight to behold. And her willingness to learn and grow, it showed maturity far beyond her years.

She takes (Y/N) hands in hers, her touch gentle yet firm. "My dear, you show a wisdom and courage not often seen. I admire your devotion, but also your humility. It'll serve you well in life, and in your relationship with Telemachus."

(Y/N) looks at her in shock, before smiling brightly at her "Thank you, Mother"

Penelope returns the smile, her eyes sparkling with warmth and affection. Motherly instincts taking over, she reaches forward and gently pulls (Y/N) into a hug, just like she would with Telemachus.

"You're welcome, my dear. I can see now that your devotion to Telemachus is genuine, and your character is steadfast. He's a lucky man..."

"No, I'm lucky because of him" (Y/N) reiterated, leaning back to face Penelope.

"You raised him quite well, Mother, I wish I could also learn that from you"

Penelope chuckles, her motherly pride evident. She was always happy to see her son be acknowledged for his virtues.

"You're too kind, my dear. I did what I could, but Telemachus is his own person. He made his own choices, including spending time with you."

"And as for learning from me, well, I'll be more than happy to help you. After all, a good wife should know a few things."

"Thank you" (Y/N) whispers, hugging her once more.

Penelope hugs her warmly in return, her arms wrapping around (Y/N) in a motherly embrace. For a brief moment, she sees not a young woman from a unique heritage, but as a daughter in need of guidance and support.

She lets the hug last a few moments more, knowing that (Y/N) probably hadn't had this kind of comfort in a long time.

"(Y/N), I have one request, also tell this to Telemachus, wake up early in the morning and come to me, I'll help you dress up, we'll meet up at the Main Hall, I have an announcement to make" Penelope requested

"Yes, I understand" (Y/N) answers, nodding.

Next Morning

Penelope greets them both in the Main Hall, looking as regal and poised as ever. (Y/N) and Telemachus enter together, Telemachus still looking groggy from the early wake-up. But they both clean up quite well and look presentable for the occasion, if a bit tired.

The Suitors quickly take notice of the Maiden next to Telemachus, but she doesn't even pay them a glance.

"Good Morning, Mother" (Y/N) smiles at her.

"Good morning, my dear" she responds to her with a voice soft yet firm.

"I imagine you are both wondering what's the purpose of this early gathering. I shall not waste your time then, and get straight to the point."

The suitors file in, their eyes hopeful and expectant as they take their places. They can feel the air of anticipation, believing that Penelope is finally going to declare which one of them she will marry.

"Suitors," she begins, her gaze sweeping the room to encompass all the men present, "I have called you here today to make an announcement, but not the sort you may expect."

"Today, I have come to a decision," she continues, her voice gaining a slight hint of determination, "For Telemachus's future..." Penelope turns her gaze to Telemachus, who straightens up as he realizes the spotlight is now on him.

Penelope turns back to face the suitors, her voice still steady and authoritative. "Indeed, I have come to a decision with regards to Telemachus, and who he will marry."

The room is even more quiet now. The suitors stare at Penelope, bewildered and eager to know who Telemachus was going to marry. Telemachus himself glances at Egeria, as if looking for reassurance.

Penelope takes a small breath, and straightens up. "I have determined, that Telemachus will marry-" She pauses for a moment, letting the suspense build for a few seconds. Then she continues softly "-is (Y/N)."

"Did you know this?" Telemachus asked in shock, looking at his bride to be

"No...no I didn't but..." (Y/N) smiled bashfully, fixing her hair as she looked at him. "It's a pleasant surprise" she smiled softly at him, as he smiled back at her.

The suitors grumble amongst themselves, their faces a mix of irritation and disappointment. Some of them had been holding out hope even after all this time, and were clearly not happy with the decision. But they all grudgingly accept that there's nothing they can do. They bow their heads in acceptance, though a few send resentful glances toward Telemachus and (Y/N).

But they did notice...(Y/N) is a very beautiful girl.

As the suitors look at Egeria, it's clear that their annoyance softens somewhat as they take in her beauty.

One of the suitors, a stocky man named Antonius, looks (Y/N) up and down, an appreciative look in his eyes. scheming.

Antonius steps forward, addressing Penelope. "Your Majesty," he says, his voice smooth and charming. "If I may say so, Telemachus has chosen well. This (Y/N) is lovely and graceful."

Penelope smiles politely, but her eyes are sharp and observant. She doesn't miss the way Antonius is eyeing (Y/N) with interest. But she simply responds, her voice neutral. "Yes, (Y/N) is indeed a beauty. Telemachus is fortunate to have her."

Antonius bows his head, then turns his attention back to (Y/N). He steps closer, his eyes raking appreciatively over her form. Telemachus, seeing this, bristles slightly, a possessive glint in his eyes.

Antonius grins at (Y/N), clearly enjoying the fact that he's riling Telemachus up. He makes a show of admiring her, walking around them, making sure to ogle at her most intimate parts, his eyes practically undressing her.

(Y/N) only looks at him uncomfortably, hiding behind Telemachus with a tight frown.

Antonius continues to ogle (Y/N) without any shame. Telemachus clenches his jaw, his jealousy and protectiveness growing stronger by the second. He takes a step forward to defend (Y/N), but Penelope swiftly holds up a hand to stop him.

"Antonius," Penelope says, her voice mild yet commanding. "Do not forget that Telemachus and (Y/N) are betrothed. It's highly inappropriate for you to be admiring her in such a…bold manner."

Antonius shrugs, unbothered by Penelope's reprimand. He gives (Y/N) one last lingering look before moving away, a sly grin playing on his lips. Telemachus glares at him, his fists clenched, but Penelope's hand on his arm holds him back.

Penelope turns to Telemachus, her voice low and gentle. "Let it be, my son," she murmurs. "Antonius only wants to provoke a reaction from you. Don't give him the satisfaction."*

Telemachus huffs, glaring at Antinous's retreating back. But he knows his mother is right, so he takes a deep breath and tries to calm himself. He glances over at (Y/N), who is looking a bit rattled by Antonius's attention.

(Y/N) simply holds his arm, shaking a bit.

Seeing (Y/N)'s unease, Telemachus immediately wraps a protective arm around her. He pulls her closer to his side, as if shielding her from Antonius's leering gaze.

(A/N: I love do me some lore bombs)

#epic the musical #epic the musical x reader #telemachus x reader #telemachus #epic poseidon #medusa retelling #poseidon #smut

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ox-imagines · 10 months ago

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Tokyo Debunker as Romance Tropes

Feel free to ask me to write a longer imagine/oneshot for any of these!

Pt. 6 | Mortkranken

Pt. 1 | Pt. 2 | Pt. 3 | Pt. 4 | Pt. 5 | Pt. 7

Yuri - Academic Rivals

No one makes your blood boil like Isami Yuri does. He’s your only peer who can match and outdo you, your only peer as dedicated to his work as you are to yours, and he always looks gorgeous doing it. He absolutely infuriates you. He knows he infuriates you, and he enjoys it. That cold, insidious glint in his eyes and his victorious, slightly manic smirk every time he gets under your skin just makes it worse; you hate feeling like you’re losing control of your temper in front of him, giving him more ammo, but you can’t help it when he stares you down like that. The tension between the two of you every time you interact is almost palpable. Then, the end of the semester rolls around and come to find out the two of you have no classes together. Your life and studies can return to normal and you can exist in peace. Except… it’s actually boring. There’s no one to catch any flaws in your work and call you out on it, no one to challenge you to do your best, you’re simply at the top of your classes with no one to threaten that position. It makes it seem a whole lot less worthwhile. You find yourself subconsciously seeking him out, searching for the scheming glitter of his sea-colored eyes, the gleam of his aqua hair, in the hallways and the dining hall and the parking lot. Without him, there’s no motivation to be at the top of your game, without him there’s no point. You don’t end up seeing him around, but one day, he finds you instead. You feel someone grab you from behind, dragging you around a corner, and you turn to find Yuri with his hair a bit tousled and his eyes crazed, but in a different way than usual. Like he’s the bothered one now rather than how you’re used to him enjoying your suffering. He’s agitated in a way you’ve never seen him, backing you against the wall, and while you still felt the usual tension between the two of you, this time it felt different somehow. As if the tension was actually a good thing.

“Everyone here is pitiful. Everyone but you. I can’t even begin to say how much I hate admitting this, but I need you.”

Jiro - Lab Partners

You don’t know Jiro well when you’re partnered in lab. It happens simply by coincidence. Neither of you knew anyone in the class, and you each took a seat at opposite sides of an empty table. No one else sat there, therefore, the two of you got partnered. Jiro isn’t exactly the easiest person to get to know either, letting you know quite bluntly that he feels your questions are too personal (even if it’s just small talk about his interests or hobbies). He’s also a bit off-putting: he’s very tall, and very quiet, and just a bit awkward. Despite that, despite knowing nothing about what he enjoys or is like outside of class, you only grow more curious, and each lab assignment has you feeling a bit closer to him. Then again, you have to be quite physically close to him to dissect a pig fetus together, for example. His arm pressed against yours is surprisingly a bit warmer than you’d expected, and over the scent of formaldehyde you can make out tones of a crisp, subtle cologne on him. He really looks quite nice up close like this, the slope of his nose giving him a pretty profile and his usually tired eyes focused intently on his incisions; his eyelashes were enviously long and dark, too. You swear you feel him staring at you the same way sometimes when you aren’t looking, but you suppose you can’t be sure. One afternoon, the two of you meet in the lab outside of class hours to collect time-sensitive data on some bacteria cultures you were working with. You realize it’s the first time the two of you have been truly alone together, let alone with the only light in the room coming through the windows as the sun begins to sink and from the opened sample fridge throwing an incandescent glow. As he retrieves your samples, the obnoxious fridge lighting seems to cast a pallor over his generally wearied expression, but as he pulls back and closes the door the sun hits the side of his face, dappled through the leaves outside but making him seem to glow, lighting up his crimson eye that it touched and making it gleam as if it were on fire. From the sunlight in your eye and the way he was looking at you, you could guess he was experiencing a similar phenomenon to yours.

“The sun’s in my eye. I’m gonna collect the data and then we should get out of here before it’s dark out. I haven’t eaten yet, have you?”

#tokyo debunker #tdb #tokyo debunker x reader #mortkranken #yuri isami #jiro kirisaki #I hope this all looks right I’m posting from my phone send help

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sglossmin · 13 days ago

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Muse | MYG pt. 6

Plot: What happens when the man you practically simp over in high school, is right now, sitting across you after almost 10 years of not seeing him? Worse? You’re here for an appointment for therapy and he’s your psychologist.

Pairing: SeniorStudent!Yoongi x JuniorStudent!Reader —> Psychologist! Yoongi x Artist!Reader

Genre: Fluff, slight age gap, slice of life, a bit of angst, schoolmates to lovers(?) SWITCH POV

Warnings: matured themes

Word count: it's many i think

A/N: I honestly dunno when this will end.. Also there's this JK FF I've been working on (for like a year lmaooo I think I edited every chapter for about 10 times but the thing is I only managed to write 4 chaps? yeah oh gosh...) I might post it here too (but originally on wattpad) after this or... this another FF (still dunno which member)... kinda fantasy? yeah, I just thought of the storyline a couple of days ago. GOSHHH I WANNA WRITE THEM AND FINISH THEM ALL SO BADDDD

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part 1 part 2 part 3 part 4 part 5

When I was a kid, I never dreamed. Growing up, I felt different from the others.

Adults would always ask "What is your dream? What do you wanna be?" and people in my age would say a doctor because they wanna help people with illness, a teacher because they want to help and teach the others or a lawyer to bring justice.

Everyone had their reasons. Reasons that I never find myself fond of.

I was always amused by these kids because they really find themselves helping people, meanwhile I—never thought of that.

I was a kid.

Growing up, every time I hear the phrase "What do you want to be?", my mind goes blank. To the point where I'll just say what most people want to hear. Any job at that point, really.

As long as it lives up to our name—Jeon.

High school were a different stage though. That's when you'll feel the rush, the pressure, the need of wanting to know what do you want to do with your life.

Be a government slave?

That's why most of the time, I would jokingly answer, "I wanna be a good person. That's what I aim to be."

Maturing is realizing that anyone can be great at their occupation, but not everyone can be a good person. Everyone has their own flaw—their own suffering that shapes them for who they are today. But there's no such thing as Be-A-Good-Person Course and people would definitely not pay me just because of my manners. So, I still have to find a job that would suit me.

One thing I always hear from the adults were "Follow your dreams." which obviously isn't possible because I don't have a dream in the first place and "Do what you are passionate about."

Passion?

Every time I hear those words, I felt helpless. My mind always wonder that how come people just randomly have and know their dreams and passions. I was never taught how to do that.

I was a smart and talented kid. Everyone envies my talent and sure, their words really boost my ego, but not enough to make my head big. Once, my teacher in English when I was in 8th grade, asked me about my dream and I said I was still thinking. She then told me that I should definitely be a lawyer.

It was my first time hearing that and it felt odd. She said it'll be a waste if I won't be, since I'm "smart." I never even ranked first in class that's why hearing that from her made it even more weird.

A lawyer? Really? What made her thought I'll be great in that field? Just because I'm "smart"?

She said that to me for like 3 times but never once I had the courage to ask why. What did she saw in me that I never see?

Being "smart" and "talented" as a kid had it's downside too. It only made me more confused on what field I would go. Sure—I can do anything, but what scared me are the "What if's".

What if I was being too bold on that decision? What if the payment is too low to pursue? What if I get sick of something that used to be my hobby? What if I never become happy with it?

Pursuing a dream is harder than I thought. It could shape my future. One failure and everything could crumble down before it even get to soar.

There was a time when Jungkook and I were kids, he would always whine on how I shouldn't be too good and that he can't keep up with my pace. Even though he said it more as a joke, it broke my heart. He must've been pressured too. The only good thing is that we never heard them compare us to each other.

Or at least they never compared Jungkook to others.

Whenever I get home with a certificate in my hand, a proof that I'm one of the top student in our class—is exhausting. Of course, I was happy too that I managed to be on the top but it didn't feel like a reward. I was just relieved that it's done.

Their happy faces when they see that I did well, but what always crushed me was their question after congratulating me—"Who got the first? What did she do that you can't do to be on top? " Those were the lines I would always remember.

Right... It was never enough. No matter how high I achieved, if I'm not the first, it means nothing.

There was a lot of things my parents forced me to learn, and honestly, I was thankful for that. I am who I am now because of them.

One of the things that my parents forced me to learn was to play piano.

I hated it. Despised it even. Wishing how my hands would just snap or the piano would just break every time I practiced. I would always make a mistake and every time I do, I felt frustrated—wanting to break the keys.

Just to clarify, I didn't hate the piano itself, it was more like practicing it.

I was a child. The only things that I wanted to do was play and watch the goofy cartoons that were playing in our TV. Why am I suddenly stuck in a room playing a note over and over again?

It was a good thing my tutor was patient on me. He saw how uninterested and frustrated I am with the instrument but regardless of that, he did his job. Nevertheless, I only learned the basics because soon, I told them that I didn't wanna learn. Pleaded them to stop the lessons and after hours of convincing, they let me.

Surprisingly, they were gentle about it. Asking me if I'm sure I don't want it. But little did I know, soon, I would realize that it was a waste that I threw a tantrum and didn't learn the instrument.

Spring 2011

"Girl, have you heard the news?!" Chaeyoung squealed as she beamed me a grin when she walked in to the classroom.

It was early in the morning and I just arrived in the classroom as well. I wasn't supposed to attend the class today but I knew that even if I were to be excuse for a day, doesn't mean I won't have to do the things they did. I would only be more stressed on my missed activities and quizzes.

I'm practically a study maniac.

That is why even if I have a cold today, I still managed to convince my mother to let me attend the classes—after hours of nagging me, of course.

Sat on my chair with my head rested against my arms on the table, I looked up at her. "What is it that you're so thrilled early in the morning?" I grumbled and lazily rubbed my nose.

"Whoa, are you okay? You look sick." Chaeyoung eyed me as she took her seat in front of me.

"She got cold because she had been pulling all nighters to finish her painting. Her system couldn't take it so... yeah." Sana chimed in. She was a couple of tables away from us yet she still managed to be involved in our conversation.

I mustered to let out a chuckle as I nod—admitting all she said was right.

We had a week of school break and I impulsively wanted to paint some of my sketches using watercolor. It was my first time using it but it turned out fine.

But to be more specific, I wasn't just busy painting random stuffs. I was trying to learn how to draw him perfectly—accurately. Never have I ever thought his face will be the hardest to draw. Something wasn't just right. In my sight, he just looks like a boiled dumpling—must be easy, right? But by the time I draw him, something's always off.

Chaeyoung felt sorry for me but beams up again when she remembered what she was supposed to say in the first place. "Guys, have you seen the posters?? The seniors were having a little talent show and one of the performers is Neko!!" She giggled and Sana's face lit up too.

"Looks like Y/n's remedy is on his way," Sana teased.

I groaned, feeling the exhaustion creep up to me.

Does this people think my world revolves around him? It's just a silly crush, not like I would do stuffs for him.

"I won't go. He's not that special for me to go." I smugly said as I ignored the girls laugh and confusion.

After class, I rushed outside, telling them that I needed to go home early. On my way, I unintentionally saw the poster of the list of the participants on the show.

Class 11- A Min Yoongi.

"He would probably just dance... or sing. Like everybody. Not that interesting to waste my time on it." I muttered as I looked for the details more. "Tomorrow at 5:30 pm? What's with the late announcement..."

"Apologies about that. The council got too busy that we forgot to post it," Jin—the president of student council—chimed in beside me.

I was caught off guard when he spoke. It was my first time to see him up-close and seems like the rumors were true. His laid back attitude, looks and good courtesy made him win. He's way even prettier and taller up-close.

Jin smiled at me as I stared at him in fascination. "The show was mainly for seniors but juniors are welcome there too. It was actually a good thing that we showed it on such short notice, in this case students won't cram together."

I only nodded and shyly smiled. My head tilt up again when he spoke, "Are you going to watch? The audience that our auditorium can hold is limited, which is why there's only a few tickets left. So... here." Jin handed me a purple ticket.

"I-i don't... I'm not sure... Is this..erm..." I bit my lip after I stuttered so much. I wasn't even sure if I'm going in the first place—I mean, I literally told my friends that I'm not going. However, how can I say no when the cutie president handed me the ticket himself?

"You're the girl who gave Yoongi that drawing, right? He was practically bragging about it." He paused before leaning down—closer to me. "You think you can draw me too?"

My eyes widen and I felt my cheeks getting flushed. Lost in his eyes, by the way he tilts his head and the way the curve of his mouth lift in mischievousness.

He's such a charmer...

As much as I know from the information I gathered, he and Yoongi are friends. Jin is a year older than him—soon to graduate too. They get to know each other because Yoongi was a council member when he was still a junior.

Jin took my hand and I felt him placed the ticket on it. He shook his head and let out a soft chuckle before fixing his composure. "I was just kidding. Good drawing though. See you tomorrow, I hope." He smiled and waved a good bye to me before his figure disappears and blends with the other students.

I looked at the ticket in my hand. I'm not that sick to be unable to go for tomorrow but pretty sure that my parents won't allow me to go out that late.

"If it'll start at five then it'll end about seven or eight. They will sure beat us up if they find out that you sneaked out." Jungkook argued as he munched my chips on my bed. He knew I hate it when someone does that. He was literally testing how far I can go with this.

I huffed and took out the nice clothes and placed it on my bed. "Come on, Kook. Help me out for this one." I pleaded as I laid beside him and playfully squish his cheeks.

Jungkook grumbled something before he gave in. "Fine... And please, stopping doing that to my cheeks. It's not cool."

I rolled my eyes at him. I can't believe that he's starting to feel self conscious. Jungkook just used to be my slave, but now, he's getting older and still my slave.

"What am I even gonna get from helping you out this time?" Jungkook pouted as he munched like a pig.

"My PSP. All yours." I smirked as I took it out from the bedside table. "But only, if we won't get caught."

Jungkook sighed as he nodded. We pinky promised each other and went to discuss our foolproof plan.

I prepared my stuffs into my bag like my tissue, VapoRub, lip balm, camera, phone and wallet. I decided to take my old scooter that my parents never noticed that it was still there. It's way safer than taking a bus—less interaction with people whom my parents might know.

For tonight, I dressed up in my casual clothes— black camisole tank top, plaid flannel shirt—to cover me, and flared jeans that pairs my converse. Kind of a grunge style that I've been seeing on tumblr.

It wasn't really the ideal clothes but my parent can caught me if I'm wearing my usual cute clothes since it'll be easier for them to identify me, if we ever somehow cross paths.

I even put some hair extensions for highlights, just so I could look different. A gradient of black-to-red to match my look.

While I was getting ready, Jungkook informed me that everything is set. I smiled at him and nodded. It wasn't my first time to sneak out and asked Jungkook for help so I already knew this is going to work.

"Noona...take care, okay? Don't do drugs." Jungkook said in a rather more genuine tone.

Rolling my eyes, I playfully smacked his arm, "I'm just going to school, doofus."

"Well, who knows... You already look like you're using it..." he muttered.

Ignoring his words, I took another look at myself in the mirror, fixing a bit my hair, adjusting my makeup a little...and I'm all good.

Jungkook went downstairs first, checking if any of our parents were on the living room, if they are, I have to take the back door, but if they are on the kitchen, I will have to use the front door.

After checking, he went upstairs again to my room.

"So?"

"Eomma is on the kitchen and Appa still hasn't arrived from work." Jungkook confirmed.

It would be a big risk if I'm going to ride my scooter on the main road since we could cross paths, so I decided to take my secret route to go to the school.

The sun was still bright when I left the house. It wasn't really a surprise since it's Spring season. The days are longer and warmer than usual. The trees started to regrow and the flowers started to bloom too.

Most of the people symbolizes Spring as rebirth or a new beginning. I didn't really understand what they meant since I've never relate to that.

Fresh start to what? How do people even restarts their life?

On my way to school, my mind kept recalling the conversation I had with Jin. Aside from the way he looks and being a smooth talker, it made me wonder if what he said about Yoongi was true.

Did Neko really bragged about the drawing? I mean, that drawing was perfect. Out of all the drawings I made based on him, that one was the one...

I giggled like a moron while scooting in nowhere. Imagining the ways on how he bragged about it.

Despite of that, a doubt came over to me. "Or maybe Jin was just exaggerating..." I mumbled, still focused on my trail while riding my scooter.

It was just about time when I arrived at school. I went straight to the auditorium and so far, I haven't seen my friends—which is good. I already told them yesterday that I have no interest on going. They would laugh at me if they see me here.

What am I even doing here? I could've just ditch it...

I glanced at the ticket on my hand, looking for the seat number.

"Row G Seat 7?" I murmured as I searched for it.

While searching I felt a hand tap my shoulder, which made my attention turned to it. It was Jin. He was wearing a retro button-up—left unbuttoned—over his tee, loose jeans and sneakers.

"Need a help?" Jin smiled at me as he asked me if he could take a look at my ticket. "Oh, you're seat is on the middle row." He pointed where my seat is.

Great...middle seat. A perfect view for Neko to see me... pfft

"Oh... thank you." I smiled back and was about to go when he spoke again.

"Glad you came. Enjoy the show." Just as he was about to walk away, he glanced back, as if he had forgotten something. "Oh– Also, nice highlights." He snickered and went on his way.

After he said that, I just stand there—mind blank. Contemplating whether it was supposed to be a compliment or an insult.

Or it could be both.

Regardless, I felt my blood rush to my cheeks. After all, I'm still a teenager who likes to romanticize the life.

I sat on my seat and thankful that I knew none of the students near me. The show was about to start. Turns out that this is the program that was held every year for fundraising.

With that knowledge in mind, it made me wonder why the president gave the ticket to me for free.

He's not hitting on a kid, is he?

After a few more moments, the show started. The MCs were Jin—the president and Sandeul—his classmate. He wasn't member of the council but his skill being the MC and chemistry with Jin makes the show better than ever.

The performers really did great. Some danced meanwhile the others sang. It made me wonder what will Yoongi perform. There were some rumors that I've heard before that he likes to compose his own songs—mostly rap. With his quiet and calm demeanor, I've never thought he's the type to listen to hip-hop.

Maybe he'll rap one of the songs of Snoopy Dogg— whatever he's called.

After another set of performers, it was Yoongi's turn. Going up on stage, the other staffs helped him to lift and set his keyboard. My eyes widened at the sight, not fully expecting him to play a keyboard.

He was dressed in an oversize Nirvana shirt, black hoodie draped over his body, loose cargo jeans, and sneakers completed his whole look. His bangs falls on his brow making it look like it was newly trimmed.

Yoongi cleared his throat before speaking, "I made this song a couple of weeks ago so, it might still sound kinda bad." He chuckled and turned to look at his side. It seems like him and Jin were having a duet.

Yoongi started playing a few notes, his eyes were close—feeling every emotions as he played every keys. The way his fingers glides smoothly, hitting every note and the sound was so melancholic. He looks like a professional, his muscle memory working all throughout.

"It sucks when you don’t have anything you want to do

I know it’s pathetic to not have something as common as a dream, I know

You said to do as I’m told, that it would all be fine when I go to university

I’m the asshole for believing those words

I live because I can’t die"

He only rapped a few lines, yet I could feel it. The uncertainty, fear—the emotions I've been feeling every night before I fall asleep. It was just a few lines and I'm already relating to it.

"So far away if I have a dream, if I have a dream that flies away

Don’t fall away if I have a dream, if I have a dream that flies away," Jin sang his heart out with every lyric.

"The only thing everyone around me says is to come to my senses

I try to take out my anger but the only one here with me is me so what’s the point of venting" Yoongi rapped as he played the keyboard.

Every lyrics of his, stabbed me like a sharp knife. As the song goes on, I could feel my tears threatening me to fall.

"Dream, may all of creation be with you til the end of your life

Dream, wherever you are, will welcome you

Dream, may your trials end in full bloom

Dream, though your beginnings might be humble, may the end be prosperous," he sounded like he was whispering a thousand promises.

"So far away,

First love"

Yoongi's repetitive lyrics with Jin's melodic voice creates a harmonious sound that echoes across the auditorium. The sound was so melancholic, I could feel my heart ripping itself. While watching their performance and listening to his heart reckoning song, I couldn't help but to let my tears flow.

Our eye met.

His brow twitched—might've been confused on why I was crying.

I quickly looked away, looking everywhere but him. As I did, I saw everyone. They all somehow look... sad? To my surprise most of them could relate to the song. It seems like I wasn't the only one who is lost in this life. Everyone was going through it.

"I still can't believe I self-taught myself to learn one song to play on the piano just to impress him." I scoffed as I stared at the old piano on the corner of the house. "I didn't even get to show it off on him..."

I gently played the keys of the only song I know to play. Using my muscle memory so hard to remember every key of it.

A sudden tap from behind made me flinch a bit. I turned and was faced by my younger brother.

"Noona, let's eat," Jungkook smiled—a rather forced and bittersweet one. Every year, he's like this. Acting so awkward.

I nodded and followed him to the kitchen. As usual, my mom made my father's favorite food. A subtle reminder of what was this table used to be.

But all I see is poison.

A tight knot forms in my chest every time I'm in this house. I was the one who broke it, that's why I can't really blame my mom that she couldn't even spare me a glance.

It's already Spring. A new beginnings for the others—another season to continue this suffocating life for us. A constant reminder of what we lost. We never really had that "fresh start"—not even when I left for States.

Everyone told us to move on, but how can I when every time I close my eyes, I could see it—feel it. It was so vivid, it made my skin crawl.

I hate spring. Despise it even.

Why is everyone having the "restart" and "new life" while I'm still stuck on the past and it keeps dragging me back. Dragging me to its black hole until I feel nothing but agony.

We all gave our respect to the deceased before we ate in silence. The silence was so deafening, the tension was so thick—it could slice anything. Anyways, it was only normal. It happens every time in this day of the year. The only time when we all get to eat together is during our late father's death anniversary yet, none bothers to speak.

In the middle of our lunch, my phone rang. I peeked at my phone and saw Yoongi's number. I heard my mom sigh and turned it off immediately. We're already not on good terms and I don't want it to worsen.

I put it on mute for a while so we won't get disrupted. It might be just me but, I could still remember how my dad would always tell us to turn off our phones when we all eat.

Part of me wishes the he's still here to scold me... A big part.

After eating, I helped Jungkook on washing the dishes. We practically just spent the time on each other as our mom, as usual, too busy mourning.

The sun was about to set and I already planned to go home. I knocked on her door and went inside to bid a goodbye. After all, she's my mom.

"Eomma, I'll go now–"

"It's your father's anniversary and you can't even spend the rest of the day in your family's house?" She cut me off, still refusing to look at me.

Ignoring her words, I forced a smile and pecked her head. "Take care." With that, I just left.

There's no point of staying nor arguing. I'm already exhausted and pretty sure close on snapping. I have to breathe. Distract myself. I tried to recall what Yoongi told me to do whenever I feel frustrated.

Think of happy thoughts.

I tried to think—hard. But my mind was too occupied by the negative ones.

"Breathe... Inhale... Exhale... Just happy thoughts... Happy... Happy... HAPPY. FUCKING. THOUGHTS– UGH!" I groaned as I drove off with my radio blasting Happy by Pharrell Williams.

The song was on loop until I reached my house. It sure didn't help and only made me a thousand times more mad.

When I get inside, I went straightly to my room and threw myself on the bed. Too exhausted by today's event. After a long moment of silence and almost falling asleep, I remembered that Yoongi called.

I took out my phone from my pocket and mindlessly dialed his number. After a couple of rings, he answered.

"Hey." Yoongi greeted me in his oh so soft but deep voice.

"I just called back 'cause I didn't get to answer your call earlier. You okay?" I replied.

"I'm fine... What about you?"

"Just tired..." I mumbled in reply.

"I bought too many tangerines earlier and I knocked on your door to give it and I didn't know you left so... I'll just give it to you later."

I chuckled after hearing his reason. "Thanks. That's really thoughtful. You're being too good on this "good neighbor" stuff, huh?" I teased and I heard a soft chuckle on the other line.

"The sunset looks so beautiful right now." Yoongi randomly uttered which made me confused. "Go to your balcony. Promise, the view will help boost your endorphins"

I opened my window to the balcony and stepped outside. Across me, is a grinning Yoongi with his phone on his ear.

"Look at the sunset, not to me," he chuckled.

I rolled my eyes before replying, "You're house is literally right in front of mine. Not that I intended to look at you."

Another chuckle from the other side. His soft giggles are enough to boost my endorphins.

I then turned my head to look at the sunset. Yoongi was right, it's beautiful. The colors of the sky start to mix in beautiful hues of blue and red.

"If you were to choose, sunrise or sunset?" I asked Yoongi while my attention was still focused on the view.

There was a long silence before Yoongi spoke again, "I prefer sunsets. In contrast of sunrise being the symbol of new day, the sunset tend to symbolize that the day has come to an end. Everything's done already. Leaving nothing but serenity."

I hummed in agreement while appreciating the beauty in front of me. "You could be a poet."

Yoongi chuckled in response, "What about you? Sunrise or sunset?"

"Hmm... I dunno, both looks like an egg yolk..." I said in a rather genuine tone. And in my defense, it really does look like that. I turned to look at him and he was laughing—gummy smile beaming at me.

His laugh echoed through my phone. "Are you too hungry, Ms Jeon, to be unable to have a poetic conversation?" Yoongi teased.

"Ha ha, I'm no poet like you." Sarcasm filling my voice as I frowned at him.

On the other side, Yoongi raised his arms on surrender—in attempt to annoy me more. Then he composed himself first before speaking again, "Do you want to eat dinner together?"

I gave it a thought for a while. I'm not actually hungry and I don't think I have the appetite. However, Yoongi was looking at me—with hope? Hope that I would agree.

He must've been feeling lonely when he eats alone...

I was never really the type to eat every meal since I get too busy and not the type to eat while working. But with him—occasionally asking me if we want to eat together, I couldn't help but find myself enjoying those meals. I've always been a glutton ever since I was a kid, something that Jungkook and I have really in common. That's why in every meal, our parents would cook a lot. We eat at least five times a day in those times. But ever since it happened, every meal I had felt cold and sickening.

I smiled at him, "Sure, only if you'll cook."

Yoongi smiled back and nodded.

"You know what, we're like in that one music video of Taylor Swift, execpt that we're in the balcony and we use phones." I joked before hanging up my phone to change my clothes first before going to his house.

Once I changed into more comfortable clothes, I went straight and knocked on his door. Seconds after, Yoongi opened the door with a bowl in his hand.

"I was thinking whether to cook korean or western food. What do you think?" He said as he let me in.

We both went to the kitchen while still contemplating what to eat.

"I think I could use some western. I've been eating k-food since early in the morning. I just took a bite of every meal my mom made and it already made me full. That's how much she cooked." I groaned as I sat on the stool. "I think I've tasted every part of korea."

Slowly, I'm starting to open up on him more even if we don't have an appointment. But I still left out some parts that are just not meant to be told. Like for this one, I didn't tell him that it's my father's death anniversary and that is why I was at my parent's house.

Yoongi chuckled, "But I don't think you've tasted Daegu yet." He propped himself up on the table, leaning a bit before speaking in a teasing tone. "Do you know what's tasty in Daegu?"

Uh... You?... AHHHH FUCK FUCK FUCK WHY THE FUCK THAT WAS HOT AHHH FUCK FUCKKKK ME(?) KNOWING THE FACT THAT HE'S BORN THERE DOESN'T HELP AHHHH SHIT SHIT I'M GONNA SHIT AHHHHH

I kept a straight face in contrast of my mind that's going wild. "Enlighten me..?"

Yoongi shook his head and leaned back. Softly giggling, he took out some ingredients. "Maybe some other time. You want western then we'll eat western. You're my guest after all."

"Hmm... I'm surprised you still consider me as a guest."

He raised a brow and nodded—as if realizing something. "You know what? I should be actually charging you now."

I rolled my eye and pretended to attempt to leave. "I could always just go..."

Yoongi grabbed my shoulder and chuckled. "I was just kidding. You know you're my VIP"

I faced him and raised a brow.

"Very important problem," he shrugged and went back on finding ingredients.

For tonight, we planned to make a creamy pasta and steak. While making the meals, our laughs and giggles echoed through the kitchen. We tried so hard not to mess while cooking—refraining ourselves to start a food fight.

And for a moment, I felt at ease. The pain was still lingering but with him by my side, it's bearable.

The meal was served. We're sat on the stools beside each other, with wines on our hand, we cheered.

Yoongi raised his glass to clink his to mine, "To our..." he paused. "What should we dedicate this to?"

"Erm... future?" I shook my head, letting out a chuckle. "I dunno... anything's fine."

He nodded and raised his glass one more time, "To our friendship."

Before I could even react, he already clinked his glass to mine. Sipping the red wine, I only stared at him out of confusion. My mind was slowly processing his words. Too slow to my liking.

Friend? He's now considering me a friend??

A bright tint of pink creeps my face and when he noticed, I just blamed it to the alcohol. Yoongi was probably confused since the wine has a really low alcohol content.

"Uh... What's your thought about the taped banana on canvas?"

His question amused me. Pretending to think, I replied, "That it sucks. Honestly, I know that if I'll sell a blank canvas, some moron would buy it and the "experts" would interpret it as someone's life. Like how it reflects their mind—just blank. Your question is kinda interesting but also random," I chuckled and took a bite of the steak.

Yoongi rubbed his nape, "Sorry, I just don't know what topic we should talk about..."

It was still a wonder to me how this man is a psychologist, he could've thought of any subject yet, he wanted me to lead. Like he's playing safe.

Does he remember? Does he not want to say anything that could lead to that topic?

I placed my utensils down and thought for a bit on what we should talk about. "Well, uhm... What are you up these days? We haven't really talk that much ever since..."

My memory came back just a few hours after we came back from Mr Juanito's that day. Shame washed over me that I couldn't look at him for days—practically hiding from him at any cost.

"Just my usual stuff. Met some patients, spent my time on the clinic... Oh- That reminds me of something." Yoongi stopped eating as well for the meantime. "I didn't know you and Hobi were friends." He smiled cheekily.

"Sorry— who?" I tilt my head in confusion.

"Hobi. Uh... Hoseok."

Then it hits me. He was talking about the client I had a few weeks ago.

I clasped my hands and nodded, "Right... I remember him. Jung Hoseok, right?" I paused for a bit before asking again, "How did you know that we know each other?"

Yoongi gulped the food he took before speaking, "We were at our friend's party and he showed us a picture of you two."

"But we weren't really friends friends. He was more like a client of mine. I mean— he's a nice guy though," I explained. For some reason, I felt the need to explain.

He just made an "Oohh..." sound and didn't press the topic.

In the middle of our dinner, my phone vibrates through my pocket.

Why do people like to disturb me when I'm eating?

I took my phone out and saw the caller's ID. It made me frown upon seeing it.

"Jungkook?" I mumbled and answered the call.

"Noona, where are you? I'm at your house right now... and your car's here too." Jungkook said from the other line. He must've been confused since I always take my car wherever I go, unless I'm meeting a client with Jimin.

"You...Y-you're here??" I stuttered and it only made me sound more suspicious.

Yoongi glanced at me and I just gave him an apologetic look.

"Yeah... Eomma told me to give you the foods she have wrapped." Jungkook clicked his tongue before speaking again. "I can't believe you guys always make me the delivery guy."

"Just leave it there. I'm at my friend's house." I firmly said, wanting to end the call right away.

After a round of arguing with Jungkook since he's interrogating too much, Yoongi chimed in without even thinking, "You can just go to your house right now. It's just across here anyways and it seems like that's urgent." he softly chuckled and my heart fluttered at him being so thoughtful as always.

" "Across here??" Wait- Are you with your neighbor's house right now? Really, noona??" Jungkook laughed his ass out. He might've heard Yoongi's voice through the call.

Before I could even hang up the phone, he already did. It caught me off guard but relief washed over me soon after. Thankful that Jungkook's annoying ass stopped bothering me.

As I was about to take another bite of my food, the door bell rang.

"I'll take it." Yoongi stood up and went to the front door while I'm left in the kitchen—munching the food we made.

Not even a minute after, I heard him call out my name. I quickly rushed over him and immediately stopped my tracks once I saw the figure of the boy I've known ever since.

"Annyeong, noona!" Jungkook grinned. "You didn't tell me that Yoongi hyung is your neighbor." Walking inside and before he could even pass me, I grabbed his wrist.

"And where do you think you're going?" I raised my brow. If only those things in cartoon where characters let out flames through their nose and ears when they're mad are also visible in real life, the house would be burning right now.

"To the kitchen, where else? Hyung invited me over too." Jungkook tried remove my hand but my hold only tightens, "A-ah..!" he yelped.

Once I felt a hand on my shoulder, I released him right away.

"I uh... invited him. Yeah."

With Yoongi's soft response, I went back to the kitchen. Jungkook sat beside Yoongi—obviously avoiding me. Yoongi served him the meal and sat between us.

"So, how's the food?" he asked while slicing his steak.

"We cooked it together, of course I'd say it's great—the best even."

"Nah-uh, he's asking me, noona." Jungkook's remark made me glare even more at him. "But I gotta say, it's pretty good."

This kid is really testing the waters...

Yoongi tried to break the tension by clapping his hand once in enthusiasm. "You're really grown now, Jungkook. It's been years since we met. I'm surprised that you still remember me."

"Hyung, how can I forget you when noona have her drawings pinned to her wall. That time when I saw you, I was surprised that the guy on her drawings actually exist." Jungkook snickered as he subtly eyed me.

He should be thankful that Yoongi is between us so there's only a little chance that I'll rip his hair. If there's one thing I hate so much about Jungkook, that's his big mouth.

The dinner went great. Filled with laughter, sassy remarks, and telling each others stories. It was a fun night, even if it wasn't supposed to be, knowing what day it is today.

After having dinner, we helped Yoongi clean the dishes, thanked him for the night, and went straight home—which is literally just across us.

"Did I ruined your date with him?" Jungkook teased as he plopped himself on the couch.

"Date? It wasn't a date—just a simple dinner." I clarified, plopping on the couch beside him.

Jungkook clicked his tongue—frowning at me. "You guys aren't..?" I shook my head which made him frown more, as if he was deep in his thoughts. "That's... weird. I mean—I saw it. The way he looks at you, the way he smiles-- I uh... Noona, did you know how many times I tried to get all of his attention to test him?"

"Yeah I saw you how you were such an attention seeker—but test him? Wha-"

Jungkook cut me off by exclaiming, "Exactly! Yet he always finds his way to look after you. Most guys wouldn't do that unless they're interested with the girl."

"He probably just didn't want me to feel left out since I was the first one he invited in the first place."

He groaned and grasped my shoulders, "Noona, he was giving you the looks!! I saw it!" Then he exasperatedly sigh. "Gosh how are you so oblivious?? I'm a man now and well, I uh.. sometimes, does that too."

I shook my head, not wanting to be deep in delusions. "Well, whatever you saw, you saw it wrong. Should I gift you some glasses?" I mocked, not playing with his games. Even I was surprised to hear these things from him.

Jungkook sighed and stood up, walking somewhere that leads to my room. "I'll sleep here for tonight. G' night."

"Stop right there, kid. You're leaving eomma alone tonight?"

He stopped his tracks. Turning back to face me, he pouted like a sulky child. It was one of his habits that he never realize he had. "As usual, eomma would just stay in their room. Besides, I already told her. If you're so worried, why don't you go to her?"

I threw a cushion at him, not expecting that he would say such thing. Especially that he knows my relation with my mother.

"Ouch-" Jungkook yelped when the cushion hit him. "It's been years, Noona. Don't tell me you still blame yourself. It wasn't your fault," he uttered and left to go to my room.

"I can't believe I still let this big guy share a bed with me..." I mumbled but my thoughts were still lingering on his words.

Is it really okay to accept that? Was I really not the one to blame?

part 7 read here^^

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qwimchii · 2 years ago

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𝘴𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘱𝘶𝘮𝘱𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘴 (pt 5) — 𝘚𝘪𝘮𝘰𝘯 𝘙𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘺

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𝘴𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘺 — 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘚𝘪𝘮𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘮𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘧𝘶𝘯𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴. 𝘸𝘤 — 3.3k

𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘳𝘦 — 𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘧𝘧, 𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘴𝘵

𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴/𝘵𝘢𝘨𝘴 — 𝘴𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘸𝘸 𝘣𝘶𝘳𝘳𝘳𝘳𝘯𝘯𝘯, 𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘬𝘦𝘺 𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘮𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴, 𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘰𝘱𝘩𝘰𝘣𝘪𝘢, 𝘷𝘪𝘰𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦?, 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘧𝘺 𝘣𝘦𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘰𝘳, 𝘧𝘭𝘪𝘳𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨

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the next few weeks passed in a dizzying flurry. work became busy and you got caught up between group work and your personal life—an old friend from college visited town, your mom and dad’s memorial service passed in a flash, and you worked at the halloween costumes, carving a few little pumpkins every now and then as decor for the church stands. the halloween festival was just hours away, and there was another group meeting scheduled just before it.

you dreaded it.

Simon and you had not spoken once outside of the meetings. just polite remarks and a yawning chasm that cleaved the space between you. to say it was awkward was an understatement.

you thought back two weeks prior when you were isolated in the church basement.

you didn’t mean it?

yeah. none of it.

the memory was a splintering reminder that Simon didn’t want you. at least, not in the way you wanted him. retracing the footsteps of your mind over and over, you tried to figure out where you had gone wrong.

maybe from the beginning, you thought bitterly, failing to forget your rude, blunt behavior towards him. you guessed you deserved his treatment, though you didn’t expect him to make fun of you the way that he did.

have you never dated before? do you even know how to kiss someone?

just the thought of it made you wince as you entered the meeting room, later than usual. a dozen faces stared back at you, and Kate stopped mid-talk, eyes narrowed with something only you could decipher as worry. you just mumbled a quick apology, settling in your seat in the circle across from Simon, avoiding his eyes.

Sarah nudged you with her foot in greeting as Kate continued whatever talk she was going on about. out of habit, you half-tuned her out as Maya pat your knee softly.

from what you absorbed out of the random bursts of Kate’s words, the group met early to set up the stalls in front of the church. there’d be a costume rack, photo booth, pumpkin carving booth, face painting, and a couple tables for the bake sale—which wasn’t really a bake sale, but free baked goods because it was sinful to sell on church property, or something like that.

the church did the same events every year so none of it surprised you till Kate was saying, “now get dressed into your own costumes.”

what?

that was definitely new, you realized with a stiffness, looking around the group moving toward the exit of the meeting room with bags of, what you assumed, to be costumes.

when you didn’t budge, Sarah and Maya standing and grabbing their own things, they both paused, giving you curious looks.

Maya called your name in question and you just stayed stock still in your chair, feeling like life was being drained from your blood.

“oh my gosh,” Sarah said, a slow, impish smile spreading over your lips. Kate’s head immediately snapped up from her desk, looking pale and panicked.

“what? what is it?”

Maya pointed at you. “you didn’t bring a costume.”

your voice was high strung and tight. “i didn’t know we needed one.”

Sarah laughed out, long and airy, before gliding out the meeting room, absolutely beside herself.

Kate sounded peeved. “did you not look at the email chain?”

email, you thought, a stale taste in your mouth, who the fuck uses email these days?

Maya offered you a look of sympathy. “maybe run home really quick?”

Kate stood at her desk, just shaking her head. “don’t worry. i planned for this.”

she shooed Maya away and tugged over a plastic box from her desk, popping open the lid. inside it were an array of outfits.

she gestured to it. “pick one.”

sighing, you crouched down and pulled out the first costume that caught your eye—a greenish, white airy dress. turning it around, you realized floppy wings were already sown into the back of it.

snatching up your purse, you tucked the dress under your arm, about to make a beeline for the bathroom when Kate clutched your elbow, pulling back to her.

with a muffled noise of surprise, your brow furrowed at the pinched look of concern over her face.

“halloween is your favorite holiday,” she chewed out, “why aren’t you acting like it is?”

“what?” you spluttered. technically, halloween was in two days. the festival happened just prior.

you could’ve been a smart ass about it, but instead you bit back the retort, because you knew what she meant. usually, you’d be ecstatic the whole month before halloween. but these days, only a circling, endless pit of dread followed you to sleep, and was still there when you woke every morning.

“what’s wrong, hon’?” she pressed and you just shook your head with a laugh, lying through clenched teeth.

“nothing.”

you knew she didn’t believe you for a second because her grip only tightened on your elbow. “is there something going on between you and Simon?”

your gaze widened for a split-second, before you blinked it away, eyes darting away from hers. “of course not.”

she just scoffed. “like hell there’s not.”

you rolled your eyes. “not in the lord’s house, Kate—”

“listen to me,” she said, jerking you closer to her, and you muffled a yelp. “if there’s not something wrong with you, then there’s definitely something wrong with Simon. he was doing better. now he’s… acting strange.”

you cocked a brow at her. “he’s always a bit strange.”

she eyed you in return. “not as strange as how you’ve been acting.”

“ouch. that hurts,” you deadpanned, shaking free from her grip. she relented with a low grumble.

rubbing at her temple, she sighed as you turned from before, stopping you when she said, “just smooth out whatever’s going on between you. he’s going back for work soon.”

your blood ran cold. “what?”

“he won’t be on leave for another couple of months, so i suggest you talk to him today,” she said, moving to her desk.

you stared after her, wanting to ask more, but bit down on your tongue when a couple girls, chattering between each other, returned from the bathroom.

in their stead, you trudged down the hallway and into the old bathroom with a flickering, artificial lighting burning down overhead. in a stall, you stripped yourself and shimmied into the dress, the cheap fabric grating against your skin, but you wouldn’t complain since this situation had arisen due to your own fault.

moving past a couple other girls by the sinks, exchanging a couple words with them, a genuine smile twisting your lips, but then you looked at yourself in the mirror and almost cringed. the dress was a lot more revealing than you would have ever chosen for yourself in public—hugging at your body in the way your baggy outfits did not.

Iris stepped out of one of the stalls, whistling lowly. “lookin’ good, girlie.”

with a blush, you mumbled a thanks, digging around your purse for your makeup bag that you, thankfully, had shoved into your purse on a whim before work that morning. opening it, you began to apply a thing base, then soft shimmers around your eyes, attempting to look as fairy-like as you could.

“who are you trying to look good for?” Iris asked beside you, squinting into the mirror to brush mascara over her lashes.

with a bitter feeling, you noticed its brand. dior.

you choked a strained laugh, waving her off. “just the endless line of ladies.”

“right,” she sang, and you flinched when she put down the tube of makeup with a loud clunk against the porcelain sink. “‘cause you and i both know that you’re lesbian.”

you paused at that, brushing away the last bits of powder on your face. through the mirror, the girls behind you, Iris’s friends in the group, had fallen silent.

you glanced at her through your peripheral. “what do you mean by that?”

she turned to you, lips screwed in a thin line, hand on her hip.

“how long have you been fucking Simon for?”

jaw dropping, and you turned to look at her, taking in the intensity of her hot glare and the angry twitch of her features.

you should’ve denied it, but remembering the way she clung to Simon after the night of the party, all bashful and talkative with him, your own anger simmered to the surface.

“none of your business,” you said in a cool voice, turning back to the mirror to finish with a light blush over your nose and cheeks.

she scoffed. “you’re a bitch.”

your brows twitched together, and you reached up to rub at the spot, willing it away. “okay.”

she stepped towards you, jerking her hand up so it almost knocked against your face, the tip of her acrylic pressed to your cheek.

“you always complain about how much you hate men, but as soon as you go near one, you’re start fucking them.”

you completely ignored her. “i don’t know what you’re talking about. why do you care about my personal business?”

she laughed, long and mirthless. “because you’re airing it out at every meeting, whore.”

you screwed your eyes shut, an icy feeling churning inside you. this was exactly what you were afraid of when new members joined the group. your simmering anger rose to a boil, and you swallowed the heat down, trying to lock it down in your stomach.

“don’t you have a husband? maybe you should pay more attention to that cheating bastard than a random guy you met at a support group.”

“excuse me?” she seethed, and you couldn’t help but give her your most shit-eating smirk.

“what? too boring being a housewife, doing nothing all day long? fucking men for money—”

the noise she let out was carnal, raking a hand through your hair and jerking on it hard, so your head pulled back with a painful snap. the girls behind you screamed, and a blur of a person rushed forward to clutch tightly at Iris’s neck and push her off you.

“you bitch-ass, motherfucking whore—”

your jaw dropped at the sight of Maya slamming her against the tile wall, clawing at each other like two rapid cats before Sarah stumbled through the scene from a bathroom stall, screaming bloody murder.

one of Iris’s friends came up and fixed the state of your dress and hair, apologizing profusely for her friend, and you didn’t know whether to be angry at the girl, or thank her, as Iris’s friends scurried out of the bathroom quickly. you felt like you were in a daze, watching Iris drag Sarah by her hair before Sarah reached up and ripped through Iris’s hair so they were locked between each other, hands tangled in each other’s hair.

Maya was clutching at the wall, gulping down mouthfuls of air before she limped over and stomped on Iris’s open-toed sandals with a ferocity. she screamed, crumpling to the floor, releasing Sarah from the bind as she fell to her knees.

the three women stilled for a moment, panting with effort.

“what in the actual fuck…” you trailed off, unsure what to say after the scathing events of the fight.

Sarah’s hands were on her hips, knees looking wobbled as she rasped between gasps, “we couldn’t let this whore bad-mouth you like that.”

she jerked a thumb over at Iris who had braced herself against the floor, leaning over her palms with heavy, gasping breaths.

Maya stumbled over to you, wobbly on her heels, and you enveloped her in a hug, trying to smooth out her hair to the best of your ability.

“you guys…” you started, choking up when tears brimmed at the edge of your eyes. Maya only hugged you tighter and Sarah limped over, cooing softly as she joined the hug, squeezing you tight.

“don’t ruin your makeup,” Maya sniffled against your shoulder, your dress absorbing her tears.

you quickly wiped at your face with a nod, clutching at Maya and your other hand holding Sarah’s cheek.

when Iris stood, leaning against the bathroom sink, the hug broke apart.

she glared at you, clawing the hair from her face. “are you done?”

sending Sarah and Maya a quick glance, you gave them a curt nod, and they obliged, stomping out of the bathroom. Sarah turned to flip Iris off on her way out, the latter girl just rolling her eyes at the sight.

when there was silence once more, you turned to the girl, taking in how disheveled and… normal she looked for once.

“your hair—” you said, pointing to your own head, and she whipped around to look in the mirror. hastily, she scrambled around for her brush but you just sighed and picked up your own on the sink, stilling her with a light grip on her shoulder. you brushed through her brunette curls with a soft hand as she glared at you through the mirror.

“let’s talk,” you offered, putting down the brush when you were done. “and let’s be civilized about it.”

she hmphed, not looking at you. “what is there to even talk about?”

you shrugged. “clearly, something is bothering you.”

“yeah,” she said, rolling her eyes. “your relationship with Simon.”

you bit back your own retort to remind her that she was married. “we’re just friends.”

her brow quirked at that, looking unconvinced. “really?”

“for now,” you said with a nod, and her shoulders deflated.

“i knew there was something going on,” she said, sounding morose, eyes flickering with a distant haziness.

“you could’ve just asked me,” you sighed out, and her eyes snapped to yours again, flashing with irritation now.

“i did.”

how long have you been fucking Simon for?

at the memory of it, you flinched. “maybe more politely next time.”

she just huffed, brushing out the wrinkles of her witchy dress. “you won’t tell Kate about this?”

you scowled at her before, slowly, your lips twitched into a devilish smirk. her eyes darted nervously through the mirror, inching away from you.

“i won’t, because we played fair and square today.”

“what do you mean?” she chewed out, voice icy.

“you got to talk shit, and my girls fucked you up,” you said with a nasty grin, wholly enjoying when she shivered.

stepping away from you, she cleared her throat. “right.”

it was like she remembered where she was and who she was again, gathering her things and shoving them into her stupidly expensive bag with a poised expression. you watched in amazement at the calm, collected veneer that overtook her in a second, turning on her heel to strut out of the bathroom with an elegance before jumping with a shriek at the entrance.

you quickly trailed after her, rounding up your things in one, sweeping armful and shoving them into your own purse, your eyes moving up the way her spin shook to the sight over her shoulder.

a foot away, a man stood in front of the women’s restroom, a white, plastic skull outer layer over a black balaclava. at the sight of him, you muffled a squeak, bristling with shock.

but then your eyes trailed down to the rest of his attire—a sweatshirt, jeans, boots, and… gloves. skull ones, in fact.

“Simon,” you deadpanned, glaring at him from over Iris’s shoulder, “what the hell are you doing?”

“this is Simon?” Iris shrieked, shuffling backwards, knocking into you.

“i heard screaming,” he said, voice gruff and slightly muffled under the mask. “is everything alright?”

you rolled your eyes. he was a bit late for that.

“everything’s fine,” you confirmed, gently pushing Iris out the doorway. she squeezed past Simon, not giving him or you a second glance as she rushed down the hallway and into the meeting room.

the hulking man stared after her, before turning his head to blink down at you. even under that stupid mask, his big brown eyes were still the same.

“what happened?” he asked and you just shook your head.

“you really don’t want to know.”

he let out a low noise of disapproval and you waved him away, edging forward so he stepped further back into the hallway.

“there is one problem though,” you said, cocking your brow at him.

he stepped forward again, reaching a hand out to you, but you just shook your head again with a huff. “that mask.”

suddenly, his eyes pinched, and he reached up to trace the divets of the outer skull layer.

“what’s wrong with my mask?”

the genuine hurt in his voice had you smothering a smile. “nothing. just not for children. you can’t wear that at a church halloween event.”

he was silent for a long moment, eyes narrowed like he was weighing the pros and cons of what you had just said, before sighing out.

“fine,” he grumbled, unclasping the front of it and pulling off the baclava, leaving his hair slicked up in a strange, messy clump.

biting back a laugh at the sight, you made your way back down the hallway. Simon’s careful footsteps were just behind you as you stepped back into the meeting room.

the girls were loitering around for a bit, gathering up needed materials to set up the booths. Sarah and Maya chattered with the better half of them who were blissfully unaware of what had just gone down in the bathroom. Iris eyed you from her posse carefully, watching you move near Kate with a tenseness, but you just passed her, instead moving to the box of adult costumes. you rummaged around in it, struggling and failing to find any size that may potentially fit the massive man.

groping around at the very bottom, your hand closed around something small and prickly, and you pulled it from the box with a snort, eying it in your hand.

turning around, you shoved it against Simon’s chest, and he didn’t even flinch, just taking the thing from your hand slowly.

“no,” he said immediately.

“it’s the only thing we have,” you said, sighing out, gesturing to the box behind you. Kate looked up from her desk curiously now, eyes flitting between you and Simon, then seeing the thing in his hands and choking down a laugh.

he glared at her from his peripheral, his scowl deep when he tugged it over his head.

a smile tugged at your lips, and you pressed them together, failing to hold back a little giggle at the sight of the tinsel cat ear headband on his head.

“adorable,” you cackled, slapping two hands over your mouth, trying to muffle your laughter beneath your palms but you couldn’t cease the shake of your shoulders.

his scowl only deepened, shoving his hands into his pockets with a grumpy look.

Kate hummed approvingly by your side, failing to keep her voice even. “looks great, lieutenant.”

he shot both of you a glare before slinking away and taking a seat nearby, but not before he was flanked by some of the girls fussing over his costume. they insisted on painting a nose and whiskers on him in loud, sharp demands and he didn’t even try to hide their irritation with them. but nonetheless, he relented, and Sarah pulled out her liquid eyeliner.

you watched the whole scene with shaking trembles of silent laughter, crumpling into a seat near you, and he kept glaring at you from his peripheral. once your laughter subsided, you leaned back into your chair, the sight of the girls pester him, full of laughter, and the smallest smile stretching Simon’s face had your chest feeling full of gooey content. he lazily looked over to you, a small black nose and whiskers across his cheeks, dark eyes sparkling as his warm gaze ran over you.

cute, you mouthed, pointing at your own cheeks and he just scoffed, turning his gaze from you, but his smile only widened.

yeah this part's kinda crazy (and maybe borderline cringe?) but iris had it coming for her so idkkkk—

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Physio’s Daughter Pt 7

Jessie Fleming x Reader

Read the other 6 parts here!

Warnings: cursing, mentions of sex, angst, verbal arguments, verbal insults

WC: 5.0k

A/N: I got nothing to say, we should be on the downhill from the angst for now

“I missed that penalty because of you, it’s your fault.”

You hear her say as you walk away. Her words freeze you mid step.

Your heart sank. You had tried your best to leave her alone, you had barely spoken to her outside of the training room or on the pitch, besides the phone call where she hung up on you. You had done everything to just be a regular staff member to her. And despite your efforts you had fucked this up.

“What?” You turn back to look at Jessie.

“When I kick a penalty, I pick my spot and then when I step back I think of something that calms me. Sometimes it’s my sister, sometimes my parents, sometimes it’s the beach, it’s whatever comes into my head first.” She stands up from the table, starting to walk toward you. “Today, your stupid beautiful face came into my mind and for a second it was good. For a second, the thought of you calmed me. But then her stupid face came into my mind too and all I could picture was the two of you together, on your stupid little dates in the city, how I should be your personal photographer, not her! And I thought about the fact that you’re sharing a room and you were sleeping in her fucking bed the other day, and it pissed me off and I got rattled and fucked up my penalty.”

You realize now, that’s why Jessie had left her eyes closed longer than usual, that’s why her penalty routine was different, it was your fault.

“You mean Olivia?” You say with a small laugh, there was no way Jessie was being serious and no way she actually believed there was something going on between you and Olivia. You were also laughing out of nerves, you had never seen Jessie angry like this, her face turning red as she stood in front of you.

“Yeah her. Unless there’s other girls you’ve been prancing around the city with?” She crosses her arms across her chest, clearly annoyed with you.

“Oh you’re serious?” You look at her and she just looks back at you, her stare cold. “Jessie, Olivia and I, we’re not together.”

“That’s not what it looked like, her following you around with her camera, all the photos of you she’s posting on Instagram, looks like more than friends to me. She had you half naked in her bed, you can’t tell me your just friends.”

You can’t believe the words coming from Jessie’s mouth. “I wasn’t half naked! Get a grip Jessie, she has a boyfriend!”

You had learned that Olivia had a boyfriend when you spent the day together a few days ago. It was something that had yet to come up in your previous conversations. They’d been together just under a year, he was her first long term relationship after she had broken up with her girlfriend

You weren’t surprised someone like her was taken, but what surprised you was that it didn’t make you sad or disappointed like you thought it would. You had the realization while out with her that, while she was attractive and your type, you didn’t find yourself interested in Olivia in a romantic way.

“Well, does her boyfriend know she’s obsessed with you?”

“Oh my god, you’re being delusional.” While maybe not the best word to use, it’s what comes out of your mouth in the heat of the moment.

Jessie’s eyes squinted, her eyebrows furrowed. “Don’t you fucking call me delusional!” Her hand comes out from her chest, she points a finger at you.

“Well that’s what you’re being Jessie! She’s in a relationship, there’s nothing between us!” You had no idea how else to explain to Jessie that there was nothing there. Olivia was a friend.

“You know what, maybe I am delusional for thinking maybe we could’ve worked!” She turns back to the table, snatching the tablet still playing her kick, storming out of the conference room.

“Jessie.” You follow her out into the hallway.

“No, we can’t keep doing this, the back and forth, it’s exhausting and childish, you need to stop.” She turns back to you, taking a step closer to you so you’re between her and the wall.

“Don’t fucking tell me that I need to stop. Jessie I’m not the only one making the decision on what’s happening here.” You take a step away from her, your back making contact with the wall behind you. “You’re the one who keeps kissing me and bringing me coffee, and texting me about non-work things. You’re just as much feeding into this, you’re just as guilty as I am!”

You were fully aware a member of the hotel staff was likely to come down the hall any minute to tell you to keep it down. It was 2:49 in the morning and you two were screaming at each other.

“I know, and that’s my fault, I should’ve realized you weren’t worth my time!”

It’s like she had punched you in the gut. Your chest started to feel tight, your eyes burning. Her words hurt. You could handle her shoving you after the game, you could handle her yelling at you, you could handle her accusing you of being interested with someone else even though you weren’t, those weren’t personal attacks. But her standing here, telling you that you weren’t worth her time, burned inside your chest.

You could see the moment Jessie realized what words came out of her mouth. A wave of guilt and shock washed over her face her fingers come up to her lips. She puts her hands out, reaching toward your shoulders.

“I didn’t mean-” she starts to backtrack, trying to take back the fact that she just called you a waste of time.

“Save it.” This time it’s you shoving Jessie out of your way, your hand against her shoulder as you push past her. “I’ll go. Sorry I was a waste of your time.” You manage to choke out before you turn, tears starting to fall from your eyes.

You run back to your room, not caring how loud your footsteps were as you rushed to your room. You hear Jessie yell after you but ignore her pleas for you to come back and let her explain. You quietly open the door and slip into your bed. You choke back your tears, burying your face into the fluffy hotel pillow to not wake up Olivia.

You’re not sure how long you cried, there’s a soft knock at your door but knowing it’s Jessie you ignore it, you didn’t want to see her and you didn’t want her seeing that you were crying over her. You fall asleep a little bit later.

You’re woken from your brief attempt at sleep by a hard knocking on your door. You look over to see Olivia is already out of bed for the morning, probably down at breakfast, maybe she forgot her key and was coming back.

You quickly check your phone, a few emails, three missed calls and a few texts, five from last night and one from this morning.

Jessie Fleming: I am so sorry

Jessie Fleming: please open the door

Jessie Fleming: I shouldn’t have said that

Jessie Fleming: You’re not a waste of my time, you’re worth all my time.

Jessie Fleming: You deserve better

The one from this morning was only from a few minutes ago.

Jessie Fleming: I’d like to talk when you have a chance. I can be available whenever. I’m really sorry.

Still half asleep you wander over to the door, expecting to see an apologetic Canadian when the second round of knocks comes more aggressively. You open it, only to be pushed out of the way by a very angry Canadian, Janine.

“I told you, if you hurt her, we were going to have problems, so now we have problems.”

It takes you a second looking at the woman in front of you, her hands on her hips as she stares back at you. She was talking about Jessie. You blink a few times at her, trying to wake up your brain and body.

“Hmm late night eh?” She says, a hard cold stare still on her face, her tone is degrading.

“What the hell Janine, I didn’t hurt her!” It was the truth, maybe you called her delusional and that was too far, but you didn’t do any worse than she did to you.

“Then why did she come back to our room, crying at three in the morning? She refuses to tell me what you did, but she mentioned your name while I was trying to comfort her, so what the hell did you do?”

Learning that Jessie had also cried over your argument made you feel somewhat better about your own tears. You’re sure Janine could see your eyes were puffy and likely bloodshot.

You throw your hands up “What I did? Janine did you think that maybe she won’t tell you what happened because it was what she was the one who did something to me?”

You watch as Janine’s face drops for a second. She looks unsure if she’s supposed to believe you or not.

“I didn’t hurt her.” You take a breath, sitting back on your bed, debating if it’s even worth explaining your side. This was Jessie’s best friend, of course she won’t believe you. Deciding to tell her anyways, you quickly begin rambling, telling Janine everything.

You start to tell Janine about what happened. You tell her about the first coffee kiss, how you mom had yelled at both of you and how you made the agreement to be professional. You then go on to tell her about the second coffee kiss, the one she almost walked in on. You mention the hand holding on the plane. You then go on to explain how Jessie seemed to think you and Olivia were a thing. You mention the movie and how you were in her bed, you explain it all.

“Oh, so that’s why the coffee shop was weird between you two. I thought maybe you two had finally hooked up or something and you were trying not to be weird about it, I tried to ask Jessie about it but she wouldn’t say anything.” She cracks a small smile.

“No, we haven't slept together, or hooked up or done anything beyond just kissing, and even the kisses, they weren’t like make outs, and oh my god why am I telling you this?” You cover your face for a second, taking a breath to ease your embarrassment.

When you look back Janine has a smug look on her face, probably to your reaction to accidentally admitting the extent of your and Jessie’s physical relationship. You try to push the thought from your mind and get back to telling her the details

“Regardless, Jessie thought I had blown her off to go with Olivia but she was the one who hung up on me. I wanted to go with her, I told her I could go in the morning before I went around with Olivia. She didn’t say yes, she hung up on me.” You finish explaining the situation with Olivia to Janine.

“Then what were you two doing at two in the morning together?” She questioned, knowing you and Jessie had seen each other the night before. You explained that you couldn’t sleep so you went down to the conference room for a break and that Jessie had been there watching her penalty.

“She accused me of being the reason she missed her penalty, telling me I got in her head with me being with Olivia I guess and it upset her and rattled her focus.” You take a breath, knowing you had to admit your own faults to Janine too. “And then I, I called her delusional, which I know was wrong.” You look away from Janine not wanting to make eye contact, knowing what you said to Jessie was terrible. “And then she called me a waste of time.”

Janine just gives a slow nod, her eyes wide as she tries to process the information that is being thrown at her. “Oooookayyy then, I wasn’t expecting that..” She finally says. The room then returns to silence.

“Look, I may be Jessie’s best friend, but she doesn’t get to blame you for missing that penalty, she can’t really blame herself even though she always does, penalties are luck, you pick a spot, you kick it, if it’s the same spot the keeper picked, oh well.”

She takes a deep breath looking at you, she clasps her hands in front of her.

“But also as her best friend, I’m going to ask you, if you can, to give her some grace. I know she maybe doesn’t deserve it, especially after what she said. But, Jessie, she’s a good person, but she sometimes tried to be too perfect. She’s a perfectionist. And she has a lot of pressure on her right now, first major tournament as the official captain, she’s got the pressure of Canada, and then she’s got the pressure from herself. She’s hard on herself, too hard and she knows it, but she can’t always help it.”

You nod, you knew being around Jessie at training, when she’d struggle with a skill, she’d stay late mastering it, practicing over and over, exhausting herself to get it right. You knew this whole tournament was likely weighing on her mentally, not to add the feeling of missing her penalty.

“I’m sure the outburst at you, was not what she fully meant. She was probably upset about the penalty and she let it boil over into her personal life. Maybe she was jealous about Olivia too, but once she learned she had a boyfriend then it shouldn’t have mattered. I think she unfortunately was bottling up one too many feelings, the bottle just broke on you.”

You nod, it makes sense.

“She’ll probably kill me if she ever finds out I’m telling you to talk to her, she won’t like me meddling. But if you can, talk to her, now that she’s calmed down a bit.” Janine let’s put a sigh. “Jessie really likes you, it’s annoying to hear about but seriously she does and I want her to be happy, which you seem to make her happy, with the exception of the crying last night. I understand if her behavior was a deal breaker though, I’d just advise you to hear her out, and have her hear you out as well. You two need to have an adult conversation, not a screaming match at three in the morning. You need to talk about all of this, make up your minds about whatever you two are doing.”

“I know.” You nod at her, it was nice having someone else talk some sense into you, you hoped she gave a similar discussion to her roommate.

“Sorry I came in here on a mission to accuse you. Jessie was just incredibly upset last night, I figured something happened, I assumed you did something, sorry about that.”

You shrug at her. “It’s alright, I get it, you're her best friend, you’re just looking out for her.” It’s true you’re not upset at Janine, it was alarming for her to come in yelling, but she had been sensible.

Janine takes steps toward the door, you stand up from the bed to follow her to the door.

“I’m her best friend, but I’m not going to excuse her behavior when she was out of line.” She opens the door and walks out, you’re assuming back to her own room where Jessie likely was getting ready to head to training in the next half hour.

You pack up your backpack, dreading going to work for the first time since you joined this team, you didn’t want to have to see Jessie, you didn’t want to have to see Janine, you didn’t want to see your mom or Olivia, you’d rather be alone.

As you headed down to the lobby your phone vibrates in your pocket. You roll your eyes reading the text.

Jessie Fleming: So you're allowed to tell Janine about our argument and all the other details but I’m not allowed to tell her I kissed you?

You: She came barging into my room this morning demanding to know what I did to hurt you because you refused to say anything so yes, I told her what happened.

You: I was defending myself.

When she doesn’t text you back you slip your phone back into your jacket and take a seat at a table in the lobby.

“Hey kiddo!” Your Mom slips into the seat across from you. “You alright?”

“Yeah good, just didn’t sleep well.” You try and give her your best smile. Your Mom squints at you. You know she knows something’s up. She knew you too well, she always had.

“Don’t lie to me.”

“I’m not, I’m good, I’m ready to work, I didn’t sleep well last night and it’s not something I want to talk about.” You didn’t sleep well, that was the truth. It wasn’t exactly lying by just not telling her what was keeping you awake.

“Issues with Miss 17?” She knew, she always knew. You just give her a glare across the table. “Alright, I’m not going to get involved despite my motherly instinct. I’m here if you want to talk, don’t let it affect work because you’re bottling it up.”

You think about the irony of you Mom telling you not to bottle up your feelings, the same thing that Janine had said Jessie typically did.

“I won’t, I’m good.” You say, rather harshly, before you turn in your chair to face away from your Mom.

When the players begin to file down from their rooms and out to the buses you stand up from the table, grabbing your bag. You follow your Mom, Olivia, and the rest of the staff toward the staff bus.

“I need to talk to you.” You feel a gentle hand on your arm. You recognize the voice, it's softer than it was last night when it was yelling at you. Jessie had strayed from the line of players getting on their own bus and was now standing next to you.

“No you don’t, you said what you needed to say yesterday.” You quickly say to her, not wanting to draw additional attention to the two of you.

“Please.” You hated how easily you were about to give into her. All it took was for her to look at you, wide eyed in hope that you’ll hear her out. You look at your watch, she had to be on the bus in three minutes. She notices you checking the time. “I’ll be quick.” She glances at the bus door where the rest of her teammates were waiting to board, likely watching and eavesdropping as she talked to you.

When you don’t say anything she takes it as permission to speak.

“I was terrible, you are not a waste of my time, you are not a waste of anyone’s time. That was a terrible, horrific thing to say to you or to say to anyone, no one is a waste of time.” She reached out to put a hand to your arm, you pull your arm away, giving her the hint you don’t want to touch her.

“I don’t want to be making excuses for myself, I said what I said, I regret it. There is no excuse for what I did and I understand I can’t take that back, I can’t unsay those words to you. But I’m sure you can understand I’m under a lot of pressure here, then with the missed penalty, I snapped. I’m usually good under pressure, yesterday I wasn’t and I panicked. I-” she checks over her shoulder to the bus and let’s out a huff as she sees the last of her teammates board the bus.

“You’re going to be late.” You say, not acknowledging any of the apology she just gave you.

“That’s fine, they can wait a second, I’ll be late. I need to finish.” She waves off the bus, looking back to you. This time when you make eye contact you notice her puffy eyes, a little bloodshot. As her physio you’re concerned for her lack of sleep. You can’t help but wonder if she’s noticed the same look in your own eyes.

“No, go.” You point at the bus door. You had already caused enough issues making her miss the penalty, you weren’t going to be the reason she was late.

“Can we please talk later? I didn’t get to say everything, I have a lot more to say to you.”

You nod at her. You didn’t feel like hearing her out, but you thought back to your conversation with Janine. You had already let her start apologizing, might as well let her finish. Then you two could finally have an adult conversation.

“Meet me after training, we can finish this.” You tell her, she whispers a quick thank you and turns jogging to the bed.

You attend training like normal, trying to pay attention to everyone equally but naturally your eyes constantly found their way to Jessie. You were pissed at her but you couldn’t deny she was so attractive when playing.

The way she was incredibly physical compared to her usually timid demeanor, the way she’d yell to her teammates asking for the ball, the way she’d pull down her shorts. The way she’d wipe the sweat from her face with the bottom of her shirt, lifting it enough to show her toned stomach made your own stomach clench.

Toward the end of training Jessie lifted her shirt again, wiping her forehead, when she pulled her shirt down, she was looking in your direction, making eye contact with you. She bit her lip with a slight smirk seeing you were watching her.

You couldn’t help but give her a small smile back. For a split second you forgot all the terrible things she said, you forgot you were mad, it was just you and her smiling at each other from across the pitch.

But then she turned back to continue her drill and you remembered your argument and her hurtful words and now you were mad at her and yourself. You shouldn’t have looked at her, you shouldn’t have smiled at her.

After training you help the girls with treatment and recovery. You make the ice bath, you hand out heating pads. You help take off the stability taping that you put on just a few hours ago. It was an easy end to your day. Jessie gets herself into the ice bath for 10 minutes before she hops out and moves to the corner of the room waiting.

“What are you waiting on Jessie? I can help you.” You hear your Mom ask, she was one of the last few players in the training room, but she wasn’t actively being treated. Just standing in the corner of the room, bike shorts still soaking wet from her ice bath, making a small puddle at her feet..

You look up from where you were cleaning water bottles to watch as Jessie points at you. Her hand close to her chest to not make the pointing obvious. Your Mom’s head turns to look at you, and then back to Jessie. She just shakes her head at the two of you and mutters something under her breath that you’re not able to understand.

You occupy yourself restocking the first aid kits, cleaning out the ice bath, all the small tasks, you offer to take over all the other physio’s end of shift jobs to get them to leave the facility sooner. Soon it’s just you, Jessie, and your Mom left in the room.

“I’m going to go, let you two have whatever discussion you need to. Do you have a plan to get back to the hotel? Both of you?” You Mom asks before she leaves the room checking that you both weren’t coming on the bus.

“Yeah, I’m good.” You let her know.

When Jessie doesn’t answer, your Mom asks again. “Fleming?”

“I’m good, thank you for checking.” She thanks your Mom with a smile and a wave.

Knowing you both were good, your Mom walks out the door, leaving just you and Jessie in the training room. You push yourself up onto the counter, sitting with your legs dangling. Jessie walks over from the corner she was standing in. She places a towel down before she hops up onto the treatment table across from you. You both sit for a moment, looking at each other.

Jessie breaks the silence first. “It wasn’t fair for me to blame the penalty on you.”

“I know.” You decide this is the time to get out your frustrations with the brown haired, brown eyed, beautiful freckled girl in front of you. You couldn’t help but admire her despite being about to yell at her.

“It wasn’t fair for you to blame me for your kick, it wasn’t fair for you to shove me, it wasn’t fair to your team for you to leave the game without anyone knowing, it wasn’t fair for you to just assume I immediately went to fuck Olivia just because we’re sharing a room, sorry I wanted to have a friend! We were watching a movie, that’s why I was in her bed. She put on a movie and I fell asleep because I don’t speak French! It wasn’t fair to assume just because I was trying to be professional that I no longer was interested in you and moved on to the first girl I could find. None of that was fair to me Jessie!” As you yell your voice gets louder.

“I know.” She looks ashamed, Jessie is looking at the floor, refusing to make eye contact with you anymore.

“It’s not my fucking fault you thought about me during your kick, I had no control over that!” You take a second to notice the tone of your voice and decide the two of you have had one too many screaming matches recently. You lower your voice, letting your sadness from the night before overtake your anger with her. “It feels really shitty to be blamed for something you had no control over Jess.”

“I know.” Jessie repeats herself. Her voice is quiet, her bottom lip pulled between her teeth, her eyes looking glossy as if she’s about to cry. “I know none of that was fair.”

“Then why did you do it?” You start to feel your own eyes water.

“Because you were there.” Her hands clap down onto her knees. “That’s it, and I know that that’s not fair to you either but I had already spent the previous five hours blaming myself, ripping myself apart for missing that kick, so when you walked in, I was able to put the blame on you and I felt like I could breathe again. I think I would’ve ripped off anyone’s head who walked in.”

“You’re saying had Janine walked in instead you would’ve screamed at her? I find that hard to believe.” You hop off the counter, walking around the room. You pick up a lacrosse ball the girls use to roll out with, tossing it between your hands.

“I don’t know, maybe. It also didn’t help that I was already having feelings thinking you were with Olivia now, I got jealous.” She turns around on the treatment table to keep watch on you. “So I think my anger with you was a little different than it would’ve been with someone else. But I probably still would’ve ended up yelling at Janine or anyone, just it would’ve been a little different words. I’m just, I’m really sorry.”

You’re not sure how to react to her apology, so instead you start your own. You’re occupying your body, bouncing the ball on the ground while you speak with her.

“I’m sorry too, I shouldn’t have called you delusional, I shouldn’t have ever started anything with you, it’s inappropriate and unprofessional, I’m supposed to be someone you can come to for help. I’m sorry I aided in our little back and forth from flirting to coworkers to friends, I didn’t do anything to stop it and I should have.”

“We both failed at being professional, it’s not just you.”

“Yep.” You quietly say to her. It’s quiet again between the two of you. An uncomfortable silence falling over the room with the rhythmic bouncing of the ball against the ground.

You bounce the ball all the way across the room and back before you look at Jessie. “Okay so what now?”

“Nothing.” She just looks at you. Her expression blank.

“Nothing?” You stop bouncing the ball, turning to look at her.

She hops off the table and comes to stand in front of you. “I only wanted to apologize. I messed up in an awful way, I was awful to you. I’m not here to beg for you to be my friend, let alone ask for you to be anything more, I just needed to apologize. I don’t expect you to have any interest in anything happening between us anymore.”

“Oh.”

“What?”

You look at Jessie, taking in her appearance, her cheeks still rosy from playing. Her eyes are no longer puffy like they were this morning, she’s chewing on her bottom lip, her hands are fidgeting. She’s nervous.

You then realize you're nervous. You hadn’t previously been aware of how hard your heart was beating, how you could feel it through your chest. The room was warm, your skin crawling. You didn’t know what her reaction was going to be to your next question.

“What if I did still have interest in us?”

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My Queen (Pt. 7) • Last part •

Yandere!Hyunjin x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Yandere, delusions, Stockholm Syndrome, smut, fingering, groping

(Pt. 6) (Last Part)

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The days come and go. As you plan your wedding, you feel like you’re in a dream. Hyunjin has become even more attentive and protective but you don’t mind. He gives you all the love and attention you could ever want. He wanted you to be happy everyday all day.

Your love for him has become stronger. No matter what anyone says, you know that Hyunjin is the prince that returned you to the castle at took you away from the dangerous world. The world is cruel. Full of awful people that want to hurt you and dangerous structures. It is much more safe to stay in the castle.

Speaking of, you love your castle. You’ve made it your own and decorated as you please. The bedroom is elegant and cozy, kitchen is rich with color and ingredients for the best food, and living room decorated beautifully. Every room was filled with your favorite colors and personal touch. Your castle is gorgeous.

You and Hyunjin have worked so hard on the garden. Growing strawberries, tomatoes and zucchini. Many other foods as well. The flowers? Well you grew some news but kept the older ones as well. The ones you couldn’t see? It’s silly to think they were never there. They were just to beautiful for the human eye to comprehend, but they are there, no doubt.

With the amount of growth and fluoresment present, you didn’t even realize how long you’ve been here. Perhaps a year…? Who knows. And it doesn’t even matter to you.

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It’s a beautiful spring day and you found yourself in the garden, picking the fresh strawberries from their vines. You can’t wait to eat them with your fiancé. Fresh strawberries, Greek yogurt, and granola. A perfect lunch.

You walk in with the basket of berries, taking them to the kitchen before washing your hands in the sink. You had gotten some dirt on your hands but you didn’t mind.

Hyunjin watched as you washed the strawberries and pulled out some bowls.

“What are you making, my love?” He speaks up suddenly.

“Parfaits.” You replied.

“My Queen, you do not need to work so hard.”

“It’s okay.” You say with a smile while cutting the stems from the strawberries. “I want to make it.”

Hyunjin shrugged, letting you continue. It wasn’t long before you finished and set the bowls on the table.

“My love, it looks amazing.”

“Thanks Jinnie.” You smile when watching him eat. He then feeds you. The fresh strawberries were sweet and delicious.

At some point, Hyunjin gave you a sudden kiss. The taste of strawberries lingered on your and his lips.

“What was that for?”

“Nothing.” Hyunjin chuckled. “I just love you.” He was always so sweet. Hyunjin looked at you with love in his eyes as he gently rubbed your cheek.

“I love you too Jinnie.” You replied with a smile. When finishing your food, Hyunjin gets up and cleans up the dishes. Meanwhile you look at your phone, reading the incoming messages. It was Jihyo. Hyunjin knows how important your friend is to you so he finally let you keep and use your phone. After all, There’s no reason not to trust you.

After responding, you slip your phone back in your pocket and move to the living room. Something was playing on the TV but it was more like background noise as you barely paid attention to it. Hyunjin sat next to you, giving a kiss to your cheek.

“My Queen? Do you know what today is?”

“Hm?”

“It’s our one year anniversary!” Hyunjin said excitedly.

“Oh wow.” You replied, now thinking about it. Had it really been a year??

“My love, it’s been a year since I brought you home.” He chuckled. “How could you forget?”

“I’m losing track of time I guess.”

“My sweet Queen… let me ravish you with love.” He said while turning your head to kiss your lips.

You gently kiss back as he puts his hand on your hip. This kisses were passionate and lips so addicting. You gasped softly as he kissed your neck and pushing you on your back.

Hyunjin looked over you while touching you under your shirt, massaging your braless breasts and continuing to kiss down your neck, nipping every once in a while. You let out breathy moans as he use one hand to palm over your pants.

This had you hot and needy. You desperately pulled your shirt off and tugged down your pants.

Hyunjin loved this and continued by sucking at your breasts and teasing your clit, slipping his fingers under your panties. This had you moaning and whimpering.

“My love, let me please you…” he whispered against your neck before slipping his two fingers in your cunt.

“F-fuck— Jinnie—!”

“Shh… relax my darling.”

Hyunjin slowly went in and out with his fingers, curving them ever so slightly to hit that sensitive bundle of nerves.

Breathy moans escaped your lips and your back slightly arched. It was hard not to sound like you’re crying as tears rolled down your cheeks. You tightly gripped his hair as you were already so close to reaching your high.

“Cmon, my love… cum on my fingers…”

“F-fuck—….” With a loud moan and eyes rolled back, you let go.

After pulling out his fingers, he stuck them in his mouth to taste your essence.

“My Queen…” he breathed. “My Queen is so sweet…”

You stared at him, feeling a bit dazed. His addictive plump limps and hypnotic eyes made you want more. You whimpered a little, needing his attention again. It was only a short bit before he started kissing you again.

“What’s wrong, my love?”

“I just want you…” you replied while holding on to him.

“Yeah? My sweet queen, you’ll always have me.” He smiled while rubbing your cheek. “My love, do you understand how beautiful you are?”

You only shook your head.

Hyunjin chuckled and rubbed your sides. “You are the most beautiful person ever… most kind and loving… no one deserves your graciousness.”

All you could do was blush at his compliments. He did this often but it always had you falling for him all over again.

“My sweet queen, I’ll protect you forever… I’ll keep the hideous world away…” Hyunjin continued giving soft kisses along your neck. “I love you… and I’ll never leave you… but will you ever leave me?”

“I would never.” You managed to get out between kisses.

"My Queen, I got you something," Hyunjin announced as he got up. "For the wedding."

Putting your shirt and pants back on, you followed him to the bedroom. "For your veil, you deserve a crown," he said, presenting a sparkly tiara, undoubtedly an exquisite and expensive piece. "I believe it will go perfectly with whatever dress you pick."

"Wow!" you said excitedly. "It's so pretty!"

Hyunjin smiled, placing the tiara on your head. "My Love, we will be going dress shopping today."

"Really?!"

"Yes. Now go get ready. Keep the crown on."

With a kiss on the lips, you eagerly headed to the closet to get dressed for the outing.

~~~~~~~~ 👑

Hyunjin took you to the finest stores in town to find the perfect wedding dress. His anxiety and paranoia were setting in as he stayed by your side and hyper vigilant. While in a bridal shop, Hyunjin waited patiently in the dressing room until the manager approached him.

"Sir, is that your fiancée?" she asked curiously.

"Yes.”

"Not to be rude, but isn't the bride supposed to go dress shopping with her mother and bridesmaids?"

Hyunjin shot her an annoyed expression. "Well, I'm shopping with her."

"Yes, but—?"

"She only needs me!" he blurted out, causing the woman to back off, concerned about his outburst.

She couldn’t help thinking about it, she feels like she’s seen you before… maybe online or tv…? It had her feeling extra suspicious of Hyunjin.

"Jinnie! I think I found the one!" you cheered as you emerged from the dressing room.

"My Queen, you look stunning!" he complimented, genuinely pleased. "I really like it."

"Then we should get it!"

As you changed, Hyunjin couldn't help but notice the manager staring at him. His paranoia growing, and despite your conversation from the dressing room, his mind wandered. "Something is wrong," he whispered to himself.

He was lost in a battle, tuning out everything around him. The struggle was evident, muttering phrases like "don't take her" until he snapped back to reality, facing a concerned policeman.

"Are you alright?" the officer asked with a raised brow.

"Why wouldn't I be alright? I'm just shopping with my fiancée!" Hyunjin laughed nervously, dismissing any suspicion.

The officer, however, mentioned a report of shady business and a potential missing person.

“Shady?? What do you mean?”

“I mean… you seem to be keeping a really close eye on your ‘fiancée’ and she looks like someone from a missing persons report.”

“Missing?! She’s not missing!”

“Well, not to you, obviously.

“She’s not missing.” He repeated.

“I’ll speak to her—”

“No!” Hyunjin snapped.

“What’s going on?” You said while poking your head out.

“Nothing, my love. Ignore it.”

“No, ma’am.” The cop said while walking up to you. “I just had a question.”

“Oh, okay?” You nodded awkwardly.

“I believe you’re on a missing persons report.”

“She’s not missing!” Hyunjin yelled.”

“Are you here willingly?” The cop said with a sigh.

“What? Of course I’m here willingly! I love Hyunjin!” You say quickly. “We’re gonna get married!”

“Okay. But were you kidnapped or—?”

“Kidnapped?!” You interrupted. “You have this all wrong. Hyunjin saved me. He brought me back to the castle.

“Are you sure?”

“He’s the love of my life! No one loves me like he does.” You say with a smile while looking at Hyunjin who was standing there nervously.

As he questioned you, Hyunjin grew defensive, insisting you weren't missing. The officer wanted to speak with you alone, but you refused,

“Alright, I just want to make sure.” The officer nodded. He was still a bit suspicious

“Ma’am are you sure you wouldnt you like to step to the side for a recorded statement? Maybe to the police station?”

“And leave Hyunjin?” You said with a frown while going to and hugging hyunjin’s arm. “No it’s not safe!”

“It’s the police station, you’ll be—”

“She doesn’t want to go with you.” Hyunjin interrupted.

“I’m sorry, officer but I don’t wanna go. I have to stay with Jinnie and finish getting ready for our wedding.”

The cop frowned, He was 100% you were the missing person but knows that there’s nothing he could do as you were an adult. He apologized and left you guys alone, writing down some notes.

The officer was still suspicious as he left and Hyunjin held you tight. “I told you it was dangerous out here! We must go home!”

You agreed, ready to pay and leave as soon as possible.

On the drive home, you discussed wedding plans, and Hyunjin marveled at your excitement, relieved to be away from the dangers outside the castle.

After returning home, Hyunjin helped you relax before a late dinner. As you sat down, you couldn't shake off the curiosity about the policeman's intentions.

"Jinnie?" you asked.

"Yes, my love?" Hyunjin replied.

"Why did that policeman want me to go with him?"

"Probably to steal you away," he sighed, "and lock you up."

"Why would he do that?"

"There are crazy and dangerous people out there. That's why you must stay here with me."

"Okay," you smiled. "Thank you for protecting me."

~~~~~ 👑

A month passed, and the day of the wedding arrived. The outdoor venue was adorned with your favorite colors and decorations. A priest stood at the altar, ready to officiate the ceremony.

Your friend Jihyo assisted you in getting ready, doing your makeup and hair. As you admired yourself in the mirror, Jihyo struck up a conversation.

"Y/n, are you sure about this..."

"Yes," you smiled, looking back at her.

Jihyo sighed. "Well, are you happy? Genuinely?"

"Mmhm, I am," you replied.

"Okay," Jihyo sighed, knowing there was nothing more she could do. As your friend, she wished for your happiness, and she'd be there if you.

"Y/n, I'm happy for you. If you ever need anything, I'm always here for you. Come see me if you need anything."

You gave your friend a hug, and with that, Jihyo ushered you towards the aisle, where Hyunjin awaited. Tears formed in your eyes as you nodded, ready to marry the love of your life.

As the ceremony unfolded, the music played, your heart was racing. Walking down the aisle, you felt overwhelming joy. Marrying Hyunjin meant spending the rest of your life with the one you love, and that prospect filled you with great happiness. This marked the beginning of the happiest day of your life.

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