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witherby · 4 months ago

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If the last fic takes place before the Batfam knew about Conners existence, I just wanna see Mouse explain to them that a Superman cosplayer saved them lol

I love that. "Yeah some cosplayer saved my life. 10/10 would let him do it again."

Littlest Wayne: Information Gathering

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"You and Superman need to come straight to the Cave when you return to Earth."

"I miss you, too, babe," Hal smirks, gliding just above the ground on a planet he and Clark are guarding for a major diplomatic conference. "Tryna get the debrief out of the way so we can get me out of by boxer briefs right after?"

"Mouse was in a hostage situation in Metropolis today that was too overcast for them to get out of."

Hal's good mood plummets. He almost shouts for Clark to get his ass over to him so they can immediately head back.

"Are they —"

"Alive, and relatively unharmed considering the severity of the event."

"What does relatively mean in this context, B?" Hal snaps. "Relatively unharmed by vigilante standards or by civilian standards? Are they in the hospital?"

"Some bad bruising to the temple and a low-grade burn on the right arm. They're safe."

Bruce's calm tone and steady cadence helps relax Hal. His shoulders un-tense and he lets out a sigh.

"Alright. But there's more to it, otherwise you wouldn't have contacted me."

Bruce hums in that quiet way he does when he's pleased by Hal's deductive reasoning. It makes him smile and miss him that much more, and he's only been gone two days.

"They were rescued by a new Meta. Called himself Superman."

"Look at you, crackin' jokes on an official League line. Never thought I'd see the day!"

"..."

"You're not joking. There's a second Superman flying around?"

"A Superboy, by the looks of it. He's the real deal — the flight, the strength, and the suit all points to another Kryptonian. This will make three, after Supergirl."

Hal furrows his brow. He lets his feet hit the ground and starts to pace, kicking up little bits of purple dirt. This planet is ridiculously fragile. It's part of the reason he and Clark are protecting it during these peace talks.

"Is it a baby? Don't remember either Kara or Lois looking pregnant."

"A teenager. Around Mouse's age, by the looks of him, and very inexperienced from what scattered footage I can find of the event."

"Which makes no sense. There's something up if he's a teen but still can't use his powers right. Supes told us he could hone his almost perfectly before he was old enough to drive a car. A new scheme by Luthor or Waller, maybe?"

"I knew I married you for a reason."

"Keep praising me like that and there won't be time for a debrief when I get home."

Bruce hums again. His considering sound. The Green Lantern suit feels very constricting, all of a sudden.

"You don't need to rush your mission to get back. There is one more thing you need to know prior to return, however."

"I'm all ears."

"Mouse described the Superboy as... handsome."

Hal falls to his hands and knees, kicking up a small cloud of purple dust.

"No, no, nooo! They're just a baby!"

"Well. They're seventeen."

"Well I say they're too young for romance! Yesterday they were afraid of Cooties!!"

"Time flies. It's inevitable."

"We're gonna wrap these peace talks up tonight."

Bruce sounds amused on the other end of the line, like he hasn't just crushed Hal's entire world three sentences ago.

"You aren't due back for another week."

"We're wrapping it up tonight!"

"Okay. Agent A will know to set your plate tomorrow."

"Can he make some of those mini quiches? I'm gonna need comfort food to get over this."

"I'll pass the request along."

"And can you wear the see-through robe you were given after you shot that Dior commercial?"

"...if you slick back your hair, yes."

Hal grins. He's still not happy about his youngest kid growing up so fast, but this is a nice consolation prize.

True to his word, Hal and Clark get the peace talks concluded by nightfall and head back to Earth. Clark is given the general run-down of what happened on the way, and his curiosity and insistence on getting answers lets Hal know it'll be a long night. He's gonna slick his hair back anyway. He misses his husband, dammit.

You sit at the meeting table in the Bat Cave, feet propped on top exactly like Jason does it, with your hands stuffed in the pockets of your hoodie. You stare groggily at Hal and Clark as they fly in from their trip, shuffling to your feet to give them both sleepy hugs.

"Welcome back," you yawn. "Dad said you have questions?"

"Hey, Mousey," Hal grins, ruffling your hair. You grumble and wave his hand away, then grumble louder when Clark does the exact same thing. "Just got some follow-up questions about the field trip, then we'll let you get back to bed."

You go back to your seat and slump into it, rubbing your eyes. "Kay."

"Did the boy you met tell you his name?" Clark asks, sitting to your right. There's a dossier sitting on the table that he flips open, glancing over the information Bruce collected with Tim's help. He frowns at a still image pulled from his interview on TV.

"Just called himself Superman," you explain. "He had a version of your suit on. It looked legit. I'm guessing he's not your son, based on the way you're looking at the file."

"He is not. Did he seem to be acting maliciously or under someone's control? Was he flesh and blood or robotic?" Clark asks. "Did he hurt anyone? Did he try to hurt you?"

"No," you say, "he was warm. He's flesh and blood and definitely saved us from that fire. In fact he seemed...uh.."

You wave your hand around vaguely and pick over the best way to phrase this.

"Okay! There's a boy at school named Rory. He transferred to Gotham Academy this year after being homeschooled."

"Mousey," Hal speaks up, "I know you're tired, but we kinda gotta stay on track —"

"I am!" You insist. "I am, I swear. Look, it was obvious Rory was homeschooled because he didn't know how to, like, socialize properly? He asked a lot of questions that feel like common-sense if you're used to going to public schools and talking to people outside your family. The Superman cosplayer kind of acted like that."

"Cosplayer?" Clark mouths at Hal, who waves him off.

"So you think he's never been out there doing any hero stuff before that day?"

You shrug and nod. "I think he's never been out at all before that day. He reminded me a lot of Rory on his first day of school."

"But he didn't hurt you?" Hal asks.

"I promise, he didn't. He spoke to me like twice and then brought me to the EMTs to get looked at. Then Jason showed up and brought me home after making sure the school knew I wouldn't be taking the bus back from Metropolis."

"Last question," Clark promises, recapturing your attention. "Can you find him right now? With your shadows?"

"Uh, I can try."

Your gaze becomes a little distant. The shadows cast from one of the overhead lights shifts and dissolves into the ground, zipping out of the cave. Hal and Clark wait silently as you work, feeling for the presence of the boy that saved you just a day before.

"... M e t r o p o l i s..." You mutter, voice taking on that faint, echoing quality it does whenever you speak through the darkness. "...A r o o m...c o n c i o u s...k n o w s I s e e..."

"Come back, Mouse," Hal says, urgent. You take a moment to get your bearings, yawning and rubbing your face. "He knows you used your power to find him?"

You nod. "He saw my shadow move in the corner of his room. Guys, it's so bare and dark. He's got a cot, an alarm clock, and one blanket in there. It looks like some room you'd stick a sick person in to quarantine them."

"Where in Metropolis is he? That doesn't sound like the Solitary Confinement cells in the prison."

"It's not a jail. It looked like a lab, I think?"

"Lex Luthor," Hal and Clark state at the same time. Clark stands up, drawing you into another gentle hug, then heads for the exit.

"Thank you for your help, Mouse! Sleep well."

"Bye, uncle Clark. Have a good night," you call after him. When Hal stands, you rise with him, stretching. "Can I go to bed, now?"

"Yeah, hon," Hal nods, pressing his hand to your back and guiding you to the stairs. "We'll head up together. I'll tell your dad what we learned when he comes back from patrol."

"Kay," you mumble, climbing the steps with another wide yawn. "M'sleeping in tomorrow. Being up at two am sucks."

Hal chuckles. "Yeah, it does. We'll put your breakfast in some Tupperware for when you get up, then."

Once the two of you climb through the grandfather clock and reenter the manor proper, you give Hal one more goodnight hug, then excuse yourself to go to bed. Your eyes are closed as you shuffle into your room and nudge the door closed behind you, navigating the space from memory. It's not until you start climbing back into bed that you feel a dip in it that shouldn't be there.

The dip of another person's weight.

You snap your eyes open and you inhale to scream. A hand presses itself to your mouth, and you find yourself staring at those brilliant blues from yesterday.

"Waitwaitwait-" the boy gasps, whisper-shouting. "Please!!"

You push his hand off and he lifts them both up in placation, floating off the bed and several feet away from you.

"What do you want!?" You whisper-yell back. "Why are you in my room!? That's creepy!"

He grimaces, knees curling towards his chest. In the low light, you can see color painting his cheeks.

"I wanted to come see you," he murmurs.

"Why?"

"I don't know your name."

You're completely flummoxed. You shake your head and shrug.

"Do you need to?" You ask.

The boy floats a little closer, his gaze intense. He looks at you like...he looks at you like you're the most important thing in the world right now. It makes your stomach swoop.

"Yes," he says, completely sincere. "I'm...I can't...there's this..."

His brow furrows. He's exceptionally easy to read, like he's never known how to be anything except fully, authentically himself. It's a welcome change in a family of vigilante detectives with emotional intimacy issues. It'll help you know if he's trying to deceive you, too.

Quietly, you give him your name. His eyes snap to yours and he repeats it, lips shaping the vowels and consonants with an unusual reverence. You can feel your own face getting a little warm.

"I'm...Conner," the boy says. His eyes dart to your mouth. You oblige.

"Hi, Conner," you mutter. His whole body un-tenses, looking like a puppet with his strings cut as he almost dangles in the air.

"Can I —" Conner cuts himself off. He drifts closer to you. You shift back, feeling cornered from where you kneel in your bed. "Ah. I wanted... I don't know how to say..."

Exhausted and confused, you gesture at him to hurry it up a little. You know you should probably alert someone that the new Meta boy is literally floating four feet away from you right now, but you know he isn't here to cause harm.

"It's late," you speak up. "Can you try a little harder to get the point across so I can sleep?"

"Yes," Conner says quickly, obediently. "Call for me."

You blink heavily. Your mind feels like sludge. "Elaborate."

"When you need something," he specifies. "If you're in danger, or lonely, or just...or just want to. Please. Call for me and I'll come to you."

"Why?" You yawn. It's getting harder to stay conscious. You let your body fall over until you collide with the pillows, eyes slipping closed. "Why me?"

Conner floats above you, reaching down to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear with more reverence than is appropriate for having barely met. His fingers brush against the bruise on your temple, featherlight.

"Because it's you," he says, as your consciousness fades. "Something in my heart is yours... I hope that's okay."

You hum, managing a barely discernible "kay," in your last seconds of awareness before sleep pulls you under.

In your subconscious mind, you register warmth wrap around you for a moment, and then you're alone with nothing but a cracked window as evidence anyone had ever been there.

#littlest wayne au #batfam x reader #batlantern #conner kent x reader #gn reader #kon el x reader #conner kent #bruce wayne #hal jordan #clark kent #superboy x reader

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fishnapple · 8 months ago

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How they proclaim their love for you

(lover/partner/future spouse)

This reading is about how the person you have in mind would proclaim their love for you. You can consider these as their mini love affirmations

Disclaimer : cheesy edition

This is a general reading meant for multiple people. Take only what resonates and leave out the rest.

Your feedback is much appreciated. If you find the reading resonated with you, leave a comment, I’d love to know 🎐

About me | Masterpost Book a reading with me - KO-FI (Read this post : personal reading)

CUBE 1

• Let's take all our time in this world. There's no need to rush. Time? It might not even exist for us. We have escaped time.

• You sent an electric shock down to my core and I still find myself standing. Stronger than ever. Like a machine getting its fuel.

• Our language is of moonlight, fluttering wings, laughter of the stream, cloudy scents of flesh.

• Our lips kiss through the air with words.

• Actions speak louder and we are loud in our actions.

• My mind is spinning, soaring then diving, goes a hundred miles around then comes back, struggling to take you all in.

• This dark corner is our playground.

• I'm in hardworking mode when it comes to our connection. I have lofty goals. Let's work hard together.

• We look like kids when we're out into the outside world together. People ask whether we are friends? We are best friends, whether we are lovers? We are best lovers, whether we're having fun? Nothing is more fun and more serious.

• I have fears, but when I open my mouth, I don't let them escape. But you helped them get out. Is this a prison break for them or for me?

• My mind keeps going back and forth from past to future and you're there, in all of them.

CUBE 2

• Here, take my money. What's mine is yours.

• Do you know the plot where one character is thrown into a dire situation, and somehow, the other one character will come to their rescue. That's me, I'm the one rescued, by you.

• After winter is spring, time goes on, seasons change, I have you with me to witness that together.

• I've become greedy. Wanting to possess every minuscule expression of yours. If I would just freeze them in time.

• Do you see those wild beasts outside the window? And here we are, snuggle comfortably in our home, safely. The light of our home attracted those beasts, they're outside, cold and hungry. Our home will welcome them, but they won't be able to come in as their old shells. They will come in as happiness, transformed.

• I fall in love fast and then I keep it slow.

• I love giving you a bath, bubbling up your hair, seeing water running on your skin then later drying your hair for you and smelling the fresh shampoo scent. Aromatherapy at its finest.

• There's this need growing in me, and I can feel it growing in you too, we share some parts of ourselves with each other. This need is big, it's overwhelming, it makes my heart feel a tugging pain, it animates my body, giving me energy. It's the need to be, to stay alive, so that I can be together with you.

• I know all the right words yet feel like a fool with you.

• I imagine myself a parent, coming home to see our kids fighting, then I will act as a mediator, coming in to lecture them. I look forward to this scenario more than the promotions of my career. Biggest achievement.

• Thank you for letting me love you.

CUBE 3

• Loving you feels like second nature for me, something I've done so many times already, everything in me just do it automatically.

• We definitely have met before. Did we share past lives together? You look so familiar, like the ghost in my dreams, the daydreams in my head, the face of a character in those novels I read.

• My soul is a trapped pool, I would use my bare hand to scoop out all the dirt and monsters from it, take a cupful of water, boil it over and over again until it transparently pure, keep it warm or ice it the way you like then present it to you.

• I stand firm on this earth, confident that I have someone to come back to.

• Our hearth is the most sacred place to me. I would put offering before it, just like how people of bygone days worshipped at the god altar.

• I will keep it warm and nourishing for you.

• Never fear.

• Our lifetime together will blink by so fast, I'm already missing it. But have no fear, it won't end.

• We navigate this path so well that we're definitely professional travellers.

• Change of places, change of jobs? Doesn't matter, I can go along with everything, as long as there's no change of hearts.

• We've travelled from faraway lands to each other and we will continue to travel together.

• I wish you could read my mind and feel my heart, and I could do the same for yours, it would save a lot of time and misunderstanding.

• This is just the beginning.

CUBE 4

• I will tell you "I love you" everyday. Make that a checklist.

• If you and I went to the same school, you would be my high-school sweetheart, the one that I would secretly gush about in little notes, the one that I would absentmindedly draw a heart next to your name.

• Even if we were continents apart, I still feel you next to me, every waking moment and every sleepy dream.

• You fill my throat with sweet sweet love dripping down so much I feel like I can't breathe.

• I love you.

• I can't speak! Tongue tied. Unlock me. But then, if the door is open, I'm too shy to step out.

• In sickness and in health.

• I feel a part of myself went missing whenever you're not here.

• Your pain makes me bleed.

• This is new to me, I don't know what to do. Help me, teacher.

• I probably have a malfunction somewhere in the system to be acting like this. What have you done?

• You are love personified.

• Life has been good since you came to me. But it also has been exceptionally difficult for me to stay alone.

• I have imagined countless times how you would hold my younger self in your arms and feel soothed by them. I may not get to feel it in the past, but I will feel it now, for my past self, my present self and my future self.

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clockwayswrites · 4 days ago

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Feral anon here. As someone who has a younger sister in a relationship with someone 21 years older, here's some inspiration for how Dick might react.

My sister is a grown adult. She can make her own decisions. As long as my sister is happy, safe, and has her own bank account then that's all that matters. I still want to punch her partner in the face though. Her partners oldest kid is 4 years younger than my sister. They're lucky they live hours away cause if I met them right now I'd be real tempted to beat them in with my cane

Now that we're past that I do genuinely love the clockmaker Danny au. The horny stuff sounds nice, but the possible mirroring of crime and being dead? Jason is being pulled into this dark and dangerous new world of death and destruction. He's a young hotshot with big plans who meets this older dangerous man a la mob romance story style

(when Dick finds out hes definitely gonna shove an escrima stick up Danny's ass. Rip Danny)

LOL yeah that makes sense. Age gap isn't really my thing, but if I'm going to do it there needs to at least be *some* gap. So late 20's will be likely. Maybe a decade gap?

But Dick is still going to hate it! That's his little brother! What the fuck is someone older than him doing dating Jason?!?

Of course, they have to learn that Jason is alive first...

#blathersandbits #dp x dc #dead on main #askme answeryou #coyote city

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cryptid-paint · 10 months ago

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Logan, the step dad that stepped up! Anyway here's the Poolverine girldads au!

Here's some lore I've managed to come up with for this au:

-in this au Ellie's mom, Carmelita passed away when Ellie was two, at the hands of The Butler, however Wolverine and Deadpool went on to rescue Carmelita and Ellie. They found Carmelita had passed and Ellie crying hidden nearby, Logan was the one who noticed managing to catch her scent saying something smelled like Carmelita, but smaller, and scared and with a hint of Wade. When Logan found the infant, he held her in his arms and went back to Wade who couldn't believe his daughter was still alive. Wolverine suggested for Wade to take care of The Butler while he took Ellie home making sure she was safe and slashing every opponent he found in the way. Agreeing to meet back up at home at Al's apparent. Logan arrived first with Ellie being safe and explained the situation to Althea, with Wade coming back a couple days later, exhausted but relieved that the butler is now gone. After that for the sake of Ellie both Logan and Wade decided to "quit" the hero business and find regular jobs, settling in to start a more domestic life and raise Ellie together, only helping the Xmen on smaller, low risk missions if they're truly needed.

-after a year Laura was born, in this au she's Logan's biological daughter, as to how she was born, my version of Logan is trans, so you piece together the rest. Ellie was excited to have a little sister but Wade and Logan quickly realized that Al's apartment was starting to get too small for their growing family, so they chose to move out with both girls and Mary puppins to a place that wasn't too far from Al's apparent due to sentimental issues (a.k.a the boys being too attached to Al to completely move out of her life, they visit her every weekend ;3)

-when Laura was born her hair was white, this was because wolverine kits are born with white fur, and by now I think you all know I love giving Logan more animalistic features and traits, so it'll be the same for Laura, as she starts to grow up, the white hair/fur started to shed and turned into dark brown hair.

-Laura inherited Logan's mutation because I'm throwing that "only the (cis) father can pass the mutant gene stuff" through the window. My wolverine is afab/transmasc and still able to pass on his mutation to his child.

That's all the lore I've got so far. If anyone has any questions my ask box is open so feel free to ask anything from this au and I'll be happy to answer, who knows, maybe that'll help me develop it even further 💖

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amitiel-truth · 5 months ago

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River Maiden Pt. 7

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Part 11,

(A/N: You know you guys can ask me anything, right?)

With bated breaths, Penelope and (Y/N) stands guard to protect themselves, watching the door for the worse, as (Y/N) stands in front of Penelope, the dagger given to her tightly held onto her hand, preparing herself.

After a few hours screaming, silence took over, the Palace had never been more quiet, it's like

"The Suitors... it's like they're gone..." (Y/N) mutters, looking at Penelope in shock

Queen Penelope gazes around in surprise, her ears straining, trying to listen closely. It was unusual for such silence to fall over the Suitors, and it was setting her on edge.

"Where...could they have gone?" she wonders, her voice hushed as to not draw attention to them. Her eyes narrow, a hint of suspicion flickering in them.

Suddenly, a knock was heard, soft and familiar

"Mother? (Y/N)?" It's Telemachus

"Telemachus!" (Y/N) springs to her feet, removing the barricades, Penelope also follows, making the process faster, pushing the cabinet away, (Y/N) quickly opens the door.

Telemachus steps through the door, his face filled with relief as he sees the two women on the other side. He immediately goes to them, wrapping them in a firm hug.

"Mother...(Y/N)...I'm glad to see you both safe and unharmed," he breathes, holding them tightly against him.

"My love, you're covered in blood!" (Y/N) panics once more, caressing his face through his helmet.

"It's alright, it's not mine," Telemachus reassures her, removing his helmet and placing a hand over hers as she cups his cheek. He gives her a tired smile, though his eyes are still filled with exhaustion and tension from the journey home.

"And the guards, are they-"

"They're fine, I just dismissed them for the day. Oh, thank the Gods I gave you two guards." Telemachus praises, hugging (Y/N) tightly, before turning to look at his Mother.

"He's here" Telemachus says to her, his eyes filled with joy.

Queen Penelope can't help the flicker of happiness and relief that crosses her face at Telemachus's words. She steps closer to him, a small smile appearing on her lips.

"He...is?" she repeats softly, a hint of disbelief in her voice. Even after so many, many years. she had not lost hope that her husband would come back.

"We'll leave you both to talk" Telemachus leads (Y/N) out of the Queen's quarters, passing by a very tired, bloody man.

The tired, bloodied man looks up as Telemachus and Egeria pass by, his eyes filled with a mixture of relief and exhaustion. Telemachus pauses for a moment as their gazes meet, a flash of recognition in his eyes. He gives the man a nod before continuing to escort (Y/N) out of the hall.

(Y/N) recognizes the man to be the Beggar she helped. "Telemachus, is he?..."

Telemachus nods, a small smile tugging at his lips. "Yes, that was him," he confirms quietly. "He's alive, (Y/N). He's finally come back to us."

(Y/N) smiles at him. "Your family's finally complete" She muses.

Telemachus smiles warmly at (Y/N) words. The thought of his family finally being reunited after so many years is a weight lifted from his shoulders. He wraps an arm around her, pulling her close to him.

"Yes, we are," he replies, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. "And...I have you, as well."

(Y/N) smiles, hugging him back.

"Oh, How I've missed you, my Love." (Y/N) admits, hugging him tightly, despite all the blood on him, she didn't care, her Prince is back.

After days of clean up and punishments being sorted out onto the servants who betrayed the crown. The day finally came. It was time for (Y/N), his beloved fiancée, to meet his father, Odysseus.

"Love, Is my hair perfect? My clothes kept? Ooh, I'm so nervous" (Y/N) paces in place, rubbing her hands, fixing her hairpieces on her (h/l) (h/c) hair, straightening her peplus.

Telemachus chuckled warmly at (Y/N) nervous pacing. She was so endearing when she was this flustered. He took her hands in his and pulled her closer, looking deep into her eyes.

"(Y/N), my love," he said gently, "You look absolutely beautiful, as always. And my father is going to adore you, I know it."

"But...I'm no Princess, not even any wealth to show for, heck, You found me bathing in a river... Your Mother may have approved of us, but are you truly certain about me?" (Y/N) asked with a frown, second guessing their choices.

Telemachus's expression softened even more at (Y/N)'s words. He raised her hands to his lips and kissed them gently.

"(Y/N), you are more precious to me than any Princess or wealth could ever be. I am certain of you, more than I have ever been of anything. My mother's approval was a gift, but it is nothing compared to how much you are loved by me." He gazed into her eyes reassuringly.

(Y/N) her head to Telemachus's, looking for reassurance, before taking a deep breath, smiling at him.

"I'm glad you didn't fall in love with me for just my body" (Y/N) teases, reminding him of their second meeting by the river.

Telemachus chuckled, a hint of color rising to his cheeks as the memory of their second meeting flooded back. He pulled her closer and nuzzled her hair.

"I admit, your body is...quite unforgettable," he said with a smirk. "But I fell in love with you for so much more. Your laughter, your spirit, your kindness, your strength...the list is endless, my love."

"Oh you" (Y/N) muses, pulling his face up to hers to kiss him.

Telemachus's body instinctively relaxed as her lips met his, the familiar sensation of her kiss calming his nerves. As their lips separated, Telemachus couldn't help but let out a soft sigh.

"You make my heart race, even after all this time," he murmured, his eyes locked into hers. "You know I'd have stayed in that river with you forever, if I could."

"And yet you sneaked me to your room for...a second round" (Y/N) teases with a smile.

Telemachus chuckled at the memory, his grin widening.

"Yes, well, if I recall correctly, you were quite persuasive," he teased back. "How could I resist, when the most beautiful nymph in the land was in my bed, asking for more?"

"When will you ever stop your nymph theories?" (Y/N) asked, rubbing her nose against his.

Telemachus laughed softly, enjoying the playful contact. He ran a hand through her hair, a gesture he knew she loved.

"When will you ever stop resembling one so much," he retorted, his tone full of affection. "With your (H/L) tresses, your (E/C) eyes, and the way you move like water...you're the very image of a nymph, my love."

"I'm surprised you haven't impregnated me yet~" (Y/N) teases seductively.

Telemachus's eyes darkened at her words, a flicker of desire passing over his face.

"Believe me, the thought has crossed my mind...more than once," he replied, his voice low and filled with longing.

He gently pushed her back against the wall behind her, his body pressing closely to hers. His hands moved to her hips, and he leaned in to whisper in her ear. "You know I want nothing more than to make you mine completely...in every way possible."

"Maybe that can wait after you introduce your bride to your Father, right, Telemachus?" Suddenly, the throne room opens, his mother saw the whole thing.

Telemachus quickly pulled back from (Y/N), his cheeks warm with embarrassment at being caught. His mother's raised eyebrow was a clear reprimand.

"Mother," Telemachus began, struggling to regain his composure. "I...we were just—"

"Apologies, Mother" (Y/N) walks up to her with a smile.

"As I've said before, Your son can't keep his hand to himself" (Y/N) sighs, putting blame on Telemachus.

Telemachus opened his mouth to protest, but (Y/N)'s words caught him off guard. He gave her a half-hearted glare, knowing he had been caught in the act.

Telemachus's mother smiled at (Y/N)'s honesty.

"Yes, I'm well aware of my son's...attentions," she said, her gaze shifting to Telemachus. "I've seen more than I care to admit, and I have no doubt I'll see more before your wedding."

Telemachus, still blushing, ran a hand through his hair. "Mother, I was just—"

His mother held up a hand, cutting him off. "Save it, my dear. I'm only teasing you. But do try to keep your public displays of affection a bit more discreet, if you would. Your Father is waiting" Penelope opens the door more, walking back in

Telemachus took a deep breath, trying to calm his flushed cheeks. He took (Y/N)'s hand, giving her a playful nudge.

"Well, let's not keep him waiting any longer," he said, his voice tinged with a hint of nerves.

With his mother watching them, Telemachus led (Y/N) into the throne room, his heart pounding in his chest.

(Y/N) held his hand tightly, taking a deep breath.

Telemachus squeezed her hand reassuringly, feeling the same nervous energy pulsing through her. They walked into the throne room and Telemachus's father, Odysseus, stood from his throne to greet them.

Odysseus's eyes flicked between Telemachus and (Y/N). He studied (Y/N) with a mixture of curiosity and skepticism. "So, this is the young woman who has captured my son's heart?" he said, his voice gruff.

"Your Majesty, If I may introduce myself, I am (Y/N) of Gibraltar." (Y/N) bowed, introducing herself.

Odysseus's eyebrows raised in surprise.

"(Y/N) of Gibraltar, you say?" he mused, his gaze appraising. "A long journey from that distant land, to find yourself here, in our humble kingdom."

His tone was not unkind, but there was a hint of skepticism in his eyes. “What could have made you give up your homeland for Telemachus?”

"Oh, I didn't even know of the Prince, I went to Ithaca to start a new life, a fresh start, and live in the wilderness in solitude, that was the plan at first, until I met your son" (Y/N) explains, looking at the ground, blushing a bit.

Odysseus nodded, his gaze shifting from (Y/N) to Telemachus.

"And how did this chance meeting come to be?" he asked, his gaze studying Telemachus intently. "You found her bathing in the river, I suppose?"

Telemachus and (Y/N) grew quite at how accurate Odysseus's guess is, blushing.

Odysseus chuckled, his eyes sparkling with amusement.

"I knew it," he said, his gruff tone turning into a teasing one. "My son has always had a weakness for beautiful nymphs. I suppose he found you bathing and was immediately smitten, hmm?"

"Oh, not you too theorizing I'm a nymph" (Y/N) sighs, a hand over her face.

Odysseus laughed heartily, his demeanor thawing somewhat.

"Well, you can hardly blame us," he said, giving (Y/N) an admiring glance. "With your (E/C) eyes and (h/l) tresses, you look like you were plucked straight from the riverbanks."

As Odysseus's laughter subsided, his expression grew more serious. He turned his gaze to Telemachus, his eyes studying his son intently.

"And you, Telemachus," he said, his voice dropping to a more serious tone. "You're sure of your feelings for this young woman? You know nothing of her background, her family..." (Y/N) lips pursed, looking at the ground.

Telemachus met his father's gaze, his expression unwaveringly confident.

"I am certain of my feelings, Father," he said, his voice firm and steady. "I do not care about her background or family. The heart does not ask such questions. My heart has chosen (Y/N), and nothing else matters to me."

Odysseus leaned back on his throne, a sly smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. Telemachus knew that look. His father was up to something.

"Very well, then," Odysseus said, his gaze flitting to (Y/N). "If your affection is so unshakable, let us test your claim." Telemachus's brows furrowed slightly, sensing the challenge in his father's words. But he said nothing, trusting that his father had a purpose behind his test.

Odysseus leaned forward, a twinkle in his eyes. "Tell me, Telemachus," he said, his tone casual. "How much did you pay her? I heard the women of Gibraltar are quite expensive."

"Excuse me?" (Y/N) asked, raising her head.

The king let out another laugh as Penelope shot him a look. Telemachus tensed again as his father continued to chuckle and leaned forward slightly in the throne.

”Well, you have to pay for something this valuable, don’t ya?”

The king continued with a smirk, eyeing you and Telemachus’ intertwined hands.

”I’ve traveled all around the Mediterranean Sea, and women like you don’t fall into a man’s lap without him being very, very wealthy.”

(Y/N) grew quite for a moment, taking a deep breath, before smirking. "With all due respect, Sir, I simply went to Ithaca to start a new life of solitude, your son was the one who couldn't stay away when he found me bathing in one of the rivers of Ithaca.

if you think so poorly of me, then that's too bad, I don't have plans of letting go of him as he does with me" (Y/N) bites back with a smirk, remembering Queen Penelope's lesson of her being unflappable.

Telemachus's heart swelled with pride at (Y/N)'s words. He gripped her hand tighter, silently applauding her bravery and confidence in the face of his father's challenging remarks.

Odysseus's eyes widened at (Y/N)'s retort, and his smirk faded slightly. He hadn't expected her to speak so unapologetically and confidently. He glanced briefly over at Penelope, who had a secret smile on her face, clearly impressed.

Odysseus sat back in his throne, the air in the room suddenly quieter, thicker.

(Y/N) looks at him in the eyes with a tight frown, unwavering.

Telemachus watched the interaction between (Y/N) and his father intently. He could see the surprise and begrudging respect in Odysseus's eyes at (Y/N)'s unflinching gaze and bold response.

"It seems," Odysseus said slowly, leaning back in his throne, "I have underestimated you, young lady....but it remains to be seen if you're worthy of my son."

He held her gaze for a few more moments, his expression inscrutable.

There was a charged silence in the room as Odysseus scrutinized (Y/N), the tension between them almost palpable. Telemachus remained quiet, but his grip on (Y/N)'s hand tightened in a silent show of support.

After what felt like an eternity, Odysseus finally nodded. "Well, you have fire, I'll give you that."

Odysseus looked at them, his gaze steady and filled with gratitude. “When I stood among the suitors, mocked and insulted, stripped of my name and my pride, you stood apart. You defended me, a beggar in their eyes, and gave me what no riches could buy—kindness, food, and a place to rest. In that moment, you revealed your true nature: noble, compassionate, and far greater than any of those men who claimed to be worthy. I will not forget what you did for me.”

He thought about how she had cared for him without knowing his true identity, without any expectations or ulterior motives. It was a genuine act of kindness, something rare and sincere. Odysseus had been all over the place, and he knew all too well how rare that was.

"You've got kindness and a sharp tongue," he said, a touch of approval in his voice. "A dangerous combination."

In the midst of Odysseus's thoughts, another memory came to the forefront. When the suitors had grown even more bold, planning to raid the castle, attack Telemachus as he was on his way home, and take (Y/N) and Penelope for themselves, (Y/N) had not run. Instead, she had stood tall, protecting him and Penelope by stationing her remaining guards outside their bedroom door and standing watch with nothing but a dagger, determined to defend them.

"You've got bravery as well. The guts to stand and fight...to protect what you care about," he said, his voice softer than before, his gaze flickering to Telemachus. "That kind of loyalty doesn't come easily."

Odysseus looked (Y/N) in the eyes and spoke his next words with surprising earnestness. "I also want to thank you," he said, his voice gruff but sincere. "For protecting my wife when the suitors were getting particularly...aggressive."

"You could've fled to safety yourself," he added, "but instead, you stood your ground. That...takes strength."

Penelope, who had been quietly watching the whole ordeal, smiled softly at her husband's words. She knew how much he loved and valued her, and it warmed her heart to hear him thank (Y/N) for defending her.

"It was nothing, Your Majesty, it was the right thing to do" (Y/N) answered with a smile.

a small smile tugging at the corner of his Odysseus lips. "Well, not everyone does the right thing, especially when faced with danger," he said. "But it seems...I've judged you too harshly. You're a lot more than just a pretty face, aren't you?"

"Why do you think I wanted to live in the woods in solitude?" (Y/N) quips with a grin with a shrug.

Odysseus chuckled at (Y/N)'s retort, admiring her spunk.

"You're quick too," he said, leaning back in his throne. "I guess solitude didn't dampen your wit, eh?"

"It's what got your son's attention" (Y/N) added.

"Ah, yes," Odysseus said, eyeing Telemachus, who had been mostly silent, taking in the exchange. "I can see my son has good taste. Sharp wits, bravery...and beauty. There's only one thing that concerns me."

He leaned forward, his gaze flickering to (Y/N). His voice grew more serious.

"You're a foreigner. You're from a land far from Ithaca. How do I know you won't up and leave one day, taking Telemachus's heart with you?"

(Y/N) chuckles, shaking her head.

"Don't think so lowly of me, Your Majesty, there are no places I'd rather go without him" (Y/N) answers with a sigh.

"And now that you mentioned it, he's probably planning on chaining me to his bed." (Y/N) commented, placing a hand on her cheek, troubled, while on the insides she's thinking of...unholy ideas.

Telemachus, who had been silently listening, blushed furiously at her quip, looking anywhere but at his father.

Odysseus raised his eyebrows at her comment, a slight smirk playing on his lips. Penelope bit back a laugh.

"Chaining you to his bed, hmm?" Odysseus mused, glancing at Telemachus, who was still blushing furiously.

"Are you sure you want to marry a man who is this," Odysseus gestured to Telemachus, who had buried his head in his hands, blushing furiously, "easy to fluster?" he joked, enjoying the spectacle.

"The best kind of man to marry" (Y/N) looks at the flustered Telemachus. fondly.

"His everything I could ever ask for."

Odysseus's smirk softened, his mind flickering to a memory of his own. Years ago, when he was young and fiery like Telemachus, he too had been easy to fluster, especially when he was around Penelope.

He studied (Y/N) and Telemachus, seeing the genuine affection between them, and his resistance softened. Telemachus and (Y/N)'s relationship mirrored his own youthful passionate love for Penelope, and it stirred something within him.

Penelope watched (Y/N) and Telemachus's interaction with a soft smile. She recognized the look of youthful love, of two people completely smitten with each other.

She glanced at Odysseus and saw a hint of softness in his eyes as he watched Telemachus and (Y/N). It reminded her of how they were in their younger days, just as infatuated and devoted to each other.

She laid a hand on Odysseus's arm and spoke up for the first time since the discussion started.

"They're very much in love, don't you think, my dear?" she said, her voice gentle but holding a hint of amusement, knowing it would get a rise out of Odysseus.

Odysseus shot her a sidelong glance, rolling his eyes playfully, but there was no heat behind it.

"They're young," he grumbled, pretending to look annoyed, "they're always 'in love' at that age, aren't they?"

Penelope let out a soft laugh, her eyes twinkling mischievously.

"Yes, and I'm sure you were no exception," she teased, referring to his own tumultuous youthful love affair with her.

Odysseus huffed out an embarrassed laugh, knowing full well he was caught.

"Ah, well, I was young and foolish," he said gruffly, scratching his chin. "We've grown wiser since then, haven't we, my love?"

Penelope smiled, her eyes filled with warmth.

"We have, my dear," she agreed, patting his arm affectionately. "But it's endearing to see Telemachus and (Y/N) in the throes of love like we once were. Brings back memories, doesn't it?"

Odysseus gave a grunt of agreement. His stern demeanor softened as he looked back at Telemachus and (Y/N), who were too engrossed in each other to notice the conversation between Odysseus and Penelope.

"Aye, it does," he admitted quietly, his gaze turning a shade reminiscent. "Youthful love...it's a powerful thing, isn't it?"

Penelope smiled, sensing the hint of nostalgia in her husband's voice. She knew that behind his gruff exterior, Odysseus still harbored a soft spot for young love.

"It certainly is," she agreed, her voice soft. "And it seems Telemachus has found a love that's just as fiery as we had in our youth."

Odysseus sat on his throne, contemplating Telemachus and (Y/N) for a few more moments before finally making up his mind. He took a deep breath and spoke, his voice firm but his eyes holding a hint of acceptance.

"Telemachus," he said, his eyes flickering to his son, "I can see how much you care for this young woman. And I've seen her bravery firsthand. She's not some fragile thing to be protected, she can stand on her own two feet and fight when she needs to."

He paused for a moment, letting his words sink in. Telemachus's grip on (Y/N)'s hand tightened, a silent plea for a favorable verdict.

Odysseus continued, his eyes shifting between Telemachus and (Y/N). "If you truly believe she's the one you want to spend your life with, then I'd be a fool to stand in your way."

"So...I grant you my blessing," he said, his voice gruff but there was a hint of a smile on his lips. Telemachus let out a sigh of relief, his face lighting up. Penelope chuckled quietly, pleased at her husband's decision.

"Thank you, Your Majesty" (Y/N) bows once more.

Odysseus raised a finger, his expression firm.

"But," he said, his voice turning serious again, "there are a couple of things I need to make clear. First, Telemachus," he looked at his son, "you are the heir to my throne. You have duties and responsibilities to Ithaca and our people. No matter what, your duties come first."

Telemachus nodded quickly, understanding the weight of his father's words. "Of course, Father," he said, his voice steady. "I will honor my duties and lead Ithaca with honor."

"Good," Odysseus nodded, satisfied with Telemachus's response. His gaze then shifted to Egeria. "And you, (Y/N), you understand what comes with being Telemachus's wife one day. You're not just marrying him, you're marrying into a world of responsibilities, politics, and, of course," he added with a small smirk, " with me as your father-in-law."

(Y/N) smiles brightly " I wouldn't have it any other way"

Odysseus couldn't help but chuckle at Egeria's quick response. He was starting to respect her spunk, a quality he appreciated.

"Well, that's good to hear," he said, his voice laced with humor. "Because you're in for a wild, if not a little insane, ride."

He pointed a finger at them, his smile turning a bit stern again. "And one more thing...no late-night escapades, you hear me? Ithaca doesn't need any...unexpected surprises just yet."

(Y/N) and Telemachus blushes, looking at the ground, unable to look at him in the eye.

The sight of Telemachus and (Y/N) blushing and avoiding eye contact with him was a sight Odysseus hadn't anticipated. He was expecting them to object or laugh off his warning. Instead, they looked like they got caught red-handed.

His eyebrows raised, a tinge of suspicion in his eyes. "What...are you not telling me?" he asked, his voice laced with wary curiosity.

"They have been coupling since the second day they met" Penelope reveals, stringing the pot.

"MOM!" Telemachus protested, his face as red as a tomato.

Odysseus's eyes widened, looking back and forth between Telemachus and (Y/N), both turning furiously red.

"What...?" Odysseus blurted out, looking at Penelope. "They've been doing what since...the second day they met?!"

"I know." Penelope looks at him with a teasing grin.

(Penelope knows because of the chats she has with (Y/N) in between lessons.)

Odysseus ran a hand through his hair, still in disbelief. He was caught off guard by this revelation. He knew Telemachus was young and smitten, but he didn't realize things had progressed so quickly.

"By the gods," he muttered, turning to Telemachus and (Y/N), who were still unable to look him in the eye. "This...is a lot to process, especially so fast. Telemachus, I thought...you said you were taking things slow."

"And what? They did it by the river where they met, like how our bed is the olive tree that we first met?" Odysseus asked just trying to make light in the situation...it didn't help, as the two grew quieter, and redder.

Telemachus and (Y/N) looked like they wanted the ground to open up and swallow them whole.

Odysseus's eyes widened as the pieces started falling into place. "Wait...wait a minute..."

He pinched the bridge of his nose, trying to wrap his head around the idea that his son had taken things much, much farther than he had let on.

"By the river...?" he repeated, his voice a mix of disbelief and frustration.

Odysseus's face contorted as he tried to process Telemachus's...efficiency. He was both annoyed and, oddly enough, somewhat impressed by his son's tenacity.

"I have to say, Telemachus," he began, looking at his son with a mixture of irritation and reluctant admiration, "you certainly don't waste time, do you? It took me several months to court your Mother, and yet you..." he trailed off, shaking his head. "Well, you're faster than your old man, I'll give you that."

"If it's any consolation, Sir, your son can't keep his hands to himself" (Y/N) passes the blame to Telemachus once more.

Telemachus shot (Y/N) a betrayed look, his face growing even redder, if that was possible.

Odysseus's eyes widened, his jaw dropping slightly. He looked between Telemachus and (Y/N), clearly enjoying Telemachus's discomfort.

"Oh, really now?" he said, scratching his jaw, his tone filled with amusement.

"So, my son's been a bit... handsy, has he?" he said, a smirk playing on his lips.

Odysseus glanced at Telemachus, who looked like he was trying to disappear on where he stood, before looking back at (Y/N). "And you're not exactly the quiet, demure type, are you?"

"Sir, if there's a blushing, adorable Prince, what is there to not decide on?" (Y/N) asked, tilting her head, making Telemachus embarrassed once more.

Odysseus chuckled, appreciating (Y/N) bluntness. "Fair enough, that's a good point."

As (Y/N) spoke, Telemachus looked about ready to sink where he stood with embarrassment.

Odysseus's mind then wandered to a different thought, realizing the implications of (Y/N) and Telemachus's...close relationship.

He raised an eyebrow, a sly smile on his lips. "You know, that also means I could expect grandchildren sooner than I anticipated."

Telemachus looked absolutely mortified, burying his face in his hands. He was clearly not ready to think about that just yet.

Odysseus, on the other hand, was now having too much fun with Telemachus's discomfort. He had to give credit where it was due; his son had chosen a partner who could certainly hold her own.

"Oh, don't look so embarrassed, Telemachus," he teased, enjoying every minute of it. "Every man becomes a father at some point. I suppose you'll be one sooner rather than later."

Telemachus mumbled something inaudible, still hiding his face.

Odysseus turned his attention to (Y/N), who seemed to be enjoying the banter just as much as he was.

"And you, my future daughter-in-law," he said, his voice teasing, "you seem quite eager to become a mother."

"If it's with him, I don't mind" (Y/N) answers honestly.

Odysseus's smile broadened. He had to respect (Y/N)'s directness and honesty. Telemachus, on the other hand, managed to turn an even deeper shade of red, if that was possible.

"Well, isn't that sweet?" Odysseus said, his tone still laced with playful sarcasm. "You two are eager to start a family, aren't you?"

After a long day of teasing, (Y/N) and Telemachus are finally dismissed, as they begin walking back to Telemachus's room.

"Well that went better than expected" (Y/N) says in thought, while Telemachus is behind her, hugging her with his face on her shoulder while walking.

Telemachus mumbled something indistinguishable with his face buried in (Y/N)'s shoulder.

As they continued walking, Telemachus's words became clearer. "You were enjoying that, weren't you?" he said, his voice muffled but a hint of amusement in his tone.

He lifted his head to look at (Y/N)'s. "I was the one getting teased half to death, and you seemed to be loving every minute of it."

"Oh, I'm sorry, My Love." (Y/N) pecked his lips.

"Do you want me to make it up to you?~" (Y/N) asked with a seductive smile.

Telemachus's mood lifted instantly. Despite the earlier embarrassment, he couldn't help but smile at her words.

"And how do you plan on making it up to me, hm?" he said, his voice playful. "I hope you have something..." he leaned in close, whispering in her ear, "sinful in mind."

"Well, I know you have some rope under your bed, it's not a chain but... it'll do~" (Y/N) smiled, rubbing his chest.

Telemachus's eyes widened slightly at her bold suggestion, his heart starting to race a bit faster.

"Oh, so you know about those, do you?" he said, trying to maintain a calm demeanor, but the excitement was evident in his voice.

"And you think you can handle them, hm?" He wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her closer.

"Only one way to find out, My possessive Prince~" (Y/N) swoons, caressing his cheek.

Telemachus shivered at the touch on his cheek; her caresses always sent a pleasant tingling sensation through him.

"You're testing my limits, love," he said, his voice dropping to a deeper, huskier tone. He gently pushed her back against the wall, pinning her there with his body.

"I don't know if you're ready for just how possessive I can get."

"Let's find out~"

Telemachus, his dominant tendencies surfacing, grinned as he scooped (Y/N) up, tossing her over his shoulder.

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He chuckled at her surprised gasp, his hand resting firmly on her backside as he walked them towards the room.

"You're playing a dangerous game, my love," he said, his voice a mix of desire and determination.

(Y/N) giggles, before gasping as Telemachus spanked her

Telemachus's hand connected with the soft curve of (Y/N)'s backside with a sharp slap, eliciting a gasp from her that made him smile.

He was enjoying this, relishing in the control and the power he held over her at the moment, even as he continued carrying her to the room.

"You seem to enjoy being naughty, don't you?" he said, his voice turning a little darker. "You like riling me up, making me want to put you in your place, don't you?"

"Anything to make you ravenous~" (Y/N) teases with a smile.

Telemachus grunts in approval at her words, feeling a wave of intense desire wash over him.

He pushes open the door to the room and kicks it shut behind them, still carrying (Y/N) over his shoulder. He tosses her onto the bed with a smirk.

"You're asking for it, love," he said, his eyes darkening with desire. "And I don't think you have any idea just how ravenously possessive I can get."

"I think I have an idea~" She answers, laying on his bed

Telemachus leans over her, enjoying the view of (Y/N) lying on his bed, dressed in her classic peplos.

He runs a hand along the edge of her peplos, his eyes drinking in her form.

"You look like a goddess laid out before me," he says, his voice thick with desire. "And I'm about to ravage you like one."

"then what are you waiting for? That's not how you worship your goddess" (Y/N) pouted at him.

Telemachus chuckled, her pout inciting a mixture of amusement and desire within him.

"So impatient," he said, his hand gliding down to the hem of her peplos. "But what kind of worshipper would I be if I didn't pay the proper homage to my goddess?"

With a swift movement, he flipped her over, positioning her on her stomach. Telemachus's hand pressed firmly against her lower back, pinning her down to the bed.

"Now, you're in a prime position to be worshipped, love."

His eyes darted to the edge of the bed where the ropes were hidden under the sheets. A wicked smile spread across his face.

"You want to be worshipped, love?" he purred, his hand sliding up and down the bare skin of her leg. "Then I need you completely at my mercy."

He moved away from the bed, grabbing the ropes and returning to her side.

"Lift your hands toward me," he commanded, his voice authoritative and unwavering.

(Y/N) blushes, lifting her arms up onto while still laying on her stomach, with Telemachus pining her down on his bed.

Telemachus's lips curled into a satisfied smile as she raised her arms obediently.

He took the ropes and started wrapping them around her wrists, securing them together. Then he lifted her arms over her head and secured the other end to the bed frame, effectively restraining her.

Leaning down, he spoke in her ear, his voice low and commanding. "Now, you're completely surrender to my will."

(Y/N) blushes heavily, burying her face onto the bed.

Seeing her face flushed with embarrassment and arousal sent a jolt of pleasure through Telemachus. He loved seeing her so submissive and vulnerable, completely at his mercy.

He took a moment to admire the sight before him — (Y/N), lying face down, her arms bound above her head, and at his complete disposal.

Telemachus ran his hand down her back, feeling the warmth of her skin. "You look so beautiful like this," he whispered, his voice both tender and possessive. "Completely mine to do with as I please

Telemachus tugged at the hem of her peplos, slowly lifting the fabric. His breath quickened at the sight of her bare skin being revealed to him inch by inch.

"You have no idea how long I've wanted to see you like this," he said, his voice slightly hoarse with desire. "Completely vulnerable, completely at my mercy, completely mine."

He continued lifting the peplos, slowly exposing more and more of her body to his view. Telemachus's eyes roamed over her, taking in every inch of her skin greedily.

His hands caressed her exposed flesh, tracing the contours of her waist, her hips, her thighs. Each touch was a gentle yet possessive claim, as if he were marking her as his own.

"Do you feel how much I want you, love?" he murmured, his hands roaming over her back. "How addicted I am to every inch of you?"

Telemachus's hands moved up her back, pausing for a moment before cupping her ample bossoms from behind. He couldn't help but marvel at how perfectly they fit in his hands, as if they were made for him.

"You're perfect," he said, his voice a low rumble. "Everything about you."

He leaned down, pressing his lips against the back of her neck, his arms wrapping around her middle. "I can't get enough of you," he confessed, his voice a mixture of passion and possessiveness.

(Y/N) blushes heavily at his touches, as she felt Telemachus remove her perizoma, leaving her completely bare to him

Telemachus's eyes widened at the sight of her, completely bare before him. His breath hitched in his throat as his hands continued to explore her body, roaming over her smooth skin without restraint.

"Gods, you're beautiful," he murmured, his voice thick with desire. "Like a goddess come to life."

He pushed her down onto the bed, his hands moving to her thighs. "I can't wait any longer," he said, his voice almost a growl. "I have to have you."

(Y/N) whines, gasping as she feels Telemachus inside her, gripping onto the bed. barely able move her hands, being tied to the bed, all she could do is moan.

Telemachus continued to thrust into her, his pace increasing with each passing moment. The room was filled with the sound of their moans and breathing, punctuated by the occasional gasp or whisper of Telemachus's name from (Y/N).

He looked down at her, her body completely at his mercy, bound by the ropes and his will. It was a sight that further intensified his possessive nature.

With a growl, he leaned down, nipping at her ear

Telemachus's lips moved from her ear down to her neck, his breaths hot against her skin. He sucked and nibbled at her neck, leaving his mark on her, claiming her as his own.

His hands roamed over her body, caressing and exploring, as he continued to thrust into her. Telemachus's possessive nature was in full control now, fueled by the sight of

"I'm...hah...close~" (Y/N) moans, daring not to muffle her moans.

Telemachus feels himself getting close, as the feeling of the intimacy of the moment and the way her body feels wrapped around him brings him to the edge.

"You...me too," he says, his words punctuated with moans. He leans down, his face inches away from hers. "Come for me, love."

"My Love...please, inside~" (Y/N) begs, holding his hand besides hers as she's still on her stomach, panting.

Telemachus's body shudders with desire at her words, his willpower hanging by a thread. The sound of her plead almost sends him over the edge, and he knows he can't deny her.

He leans down, his lips against her ear. "Anything you want, my love," he whispers. "You're mine, body and soul. I'll do anything you wish."

With that, he quickens the pace, his breaths coming in ragged gas

(Y/N) moans loudly, reaching her end, holding Telemachus's hand tightly, tightening around him.

Telemachus can't hold back any longer. Feeling her tighten around him, hearing her moan his name, sends him over the edge.

With a guttural moan, he reaches his climax, his body trembling with ecstasy. He grips her hips.

Telemachus's body jerks as he releases himself inside her, a moan escaping his lips as he's overcome by the pleasure. The room is filled with their labored breaths, the sound of their shared ecstasy.

He collapses on top of her, his body damp with sweat, still buried deep within her. Telemachus nuzzles into her neck, his lips against her skin.

(Y/N) pants, burying her face in his sheets, her hands still tied up.

Telemachus takes a moment to catch his breath, his chest heaving up and down. He slips out of her, unties her wrists and pulls her into his arms, cradling her against his chest.

After Telemachus gently unties the ropes, freeing her wrists. He massages them softly, his touch tender.

"Are you alright, love?" he whispers against her hair, his voice filled with concern. Telemachus presses gentle kisses against her forehead and temples.

"you pulled out of me" (Y/N) pouted with a frown.

Telemachus chuckled, amused by her pout. He playfully pinched her nose.

"I did, love. I want you to get some rest after all that. Plus..." his expression darkened, his possessive nature flaring up again, "I want you to know that I'm not quite finished with you yet. When the time is right, I'm going to take you all over again...

And I want you to be nice and ready for it, I've missed you, after all" he said, his voice low and husky.

"Oooh, I love the sound of that." (Y/N) smiled excitedly, pecking his lips

Telemachus captured her lips in a deep, passionate kiss. His hands roamed over her body, unable to get enough of her.

"You're like a drug, love," he murmured huskily. "I can't get enough of you. The way you respond to me, the way you feel in my arms..."

He pulled her closer, his hands tracing the curves of her body. "I'm addicted to you, in every way possible."

"You memorized my body on the second day we met, haven't you?~" (Y/N) muses, tracing a finger on his chest.

Telemachus chuckled, his eyes roving over her body.

"Yes, I have," he confessed, a hint of pride in his voice. "Every curve, every mark...every sensitive spot."

He leaned in, his lips brushing against her ear. "And I plan on using that knowledge to my full advantage," he whispered, his voice heavy with promise.

Telemachus chuckled, his eyes roving over her body.

"Yes, I have," he confessed, a hint of pride in his voice. "Every curve, every mark...every sensitive spot."

He leaned in, his lips brushing against her ear. "And I plan on using that knowledge to my full advantage," he whispered, his voice heavy with promise.

"Such a caring Lover, I could never ask for anyone this perfect~" (Y/N) muses, kissing his lips.

Telemachus's heart swelled with affection at her words. He deepened the kiss, his hands cradling her face.

"You deserve nothing but perfection, my love," he murmured against her lips. "I'll do anything to make you happy, to give you everything you desire. You're my world, my everything."

He broke the kiss, his gaze intense as he looked into her eyes. "I'm the luckiest man alive to have you by my side."

"You seem to misunderstand, I'm the luckiest woman alive to have you by my side" (Y/N) smiles at him, pressing her forehead against his.

"I don't regret ever making love with you on the second day we've met."

Telemachus's expression softened, filled with tenderness and affection.

"My love, you're too modest," he murmured, his thumbs tracing circles on her cheeks. "You're the one who captured my heart from the moment we met. Your eyes, your smile..." he chuckled softly. "Your audacity."

He pulled her closer, the heat of their bodies merging once again. "And I certainly have no regrets either. Those moments together, that closeness we shared... I'd do it all over again in a heartbeat."

Telemachus's mind flashed back to the beginning of his journey, a few short months ago when he was a weak, troubled young prince. He thought of how far he had come, and how much he had changed.

He couldn't help but marvel at the strange twists of fate that had led him to this moment, lying here with (Y/N), completely enamored and loved unconditionally.

"I was such a different person back then," Telemachus mused aloud. "Weak, uncertain, and in need of guidance...and of love."

"And now..." he looked down at her, her head resting on his chest. "Now, I have you. The woman who's shown me what love truly is."

Telemachus wrapped his arms around her tighter, holding her close. "You're the best thing that's ever happened to me, (Y/N). You make me complete in ways I could never imagine."

He took a deep breath, his heart full of gratitude and affection. "I love you more than words can express, and I'm so grateful to have you in my life."

"And now..." he looked down at her, her head resting on his chest. "Now, I have you. The woman who's shown me what love truly is."

"I was fully set to live my days in solitude in the wilderness, only to find out the forest I picked isn't very isolated" (Y/N) jokes, bumping her forehead against his.

"Best decision I've ever made in my life" (Y/N) smiles, kissing his lips.

Telemachus couldn't help but laugh at her joke.

"You truly picked the worst spot for solitude," he teased, shaking his head in amusement. "Though I'm quite grateful for that."

He pulled her closer, gently running his fingers through her hair. "And I wholeheartedly agree that it was the best decision you made."

He leaned in, capturing her lips in a tender kiss. "Because it led you to me."

"You mean me taking a bath in the river and you finding me there" (Y/N) teases with a smile.

Telemachus chuckled at the memory.

"Ah yes, that...fortunate encounter," he said with a smirk. "I'll never forget the sight of you that day, bathing in the river like some nymph."

His eyes darkened with desire as he replayed that moment in his mind.

"And I'll certainly never forget what happened afterwards," he added huskily.

"Makes me want to... recreate what happened after that~" (Y/N) grins seductively at him, rubbing his chest.

Telemachus's body reacted immediately to her words, heat stirring within him.

"Oh, love," he said, his voice already growing huskier. "You know how to drive me wild, don't you?"

He pulled her on top of him, his hands roaming over her bare skin. "If you keep talking like that, I won't be able to control myself."

"Is it too bad that I want you to carry me over your strong shoulder again, throw me into your big bath that's currently filled with water and ravage me like we did in the river?" (Y/N) pouted, tracing a finger on his shoulder, knowingly riling him up.

Telemachus's eyes darkened with desire at her words. The image she painted was tantalizing, almost too much to resist.

"No, love, it's not too bad," he replied, his voice low and gravelly. "In fact, it's something I'm more than happy to oblige."

With that, he swiftly picked her up in his strong arms, throwing her over his shoulder, just as she had requested.

(Y/N) squeals as she thrown over his shoulder, gasping as he gripped her ass.

Telemachus's grip on her behind was firm and possessive as he walked towards the bathroom, carrying her with ease.

"You're such a naughty maiden, aren't you?" he whispered, his voice low and seductive. "You enjoy it when I manhandle you like this, don't you?"

He entered the bathroom, the sound of water gently lapping against the sides of the tub reaching their ears.

Telemachus walked over to the edge of the tub, still carrying (Y/N) on his shoulder. They were both already naked, the steam from the hot water already coating their skin with a thin layer of condensation.

"Are you ready, love?" Telemachus asked with a smirk, gently setting her down in the tub.

The water rippled around her, the heat enveloping her like a gentle embrace.

"Why keep me waiting, My Dashing Prince?~" (Y/N) pouted, spreading her legs, her pussy still full of his seed, flowing out into the water.

Telemachus groaned at the sight, his body responding immediately to the erotic display.

"You're a temptress, love," he murmured, his voice low and rough. "But I can't keep you waiting any longer."

He climbed into the tub, making his way towards her. The water sloshed around them as he settled between her legs, his body pressing against hers.

(Y/N) moans at Telemachus's quick pace, the water splashing around them.

Telemachus wrapped his arms around (Y/N), holding her close against his chest. He leaned in, his lips finding hers in a deep, passionate kiss.

The water cascaded over their bodies, the heat of the water and their desire mingling together. Telemachus's hands roved over her skin, exploring and caressing every curve and plane.

He ran his fingers down her back, then up her sides, his touch possessive and greedy. He wanted to feel every inch of her, taste every part of her.

Telemachus broke the kiss, his breaths coming in ragged gasps. He nipped and sucked at her neck, his teeth grazing her skin. "I need you, love," he murmured against her ear. "I need you so badly."

"Feels...oh! Feels so good~" Egeria moans, scratching his back as the water continues to splash around them

Telemachus groaned as he felt her nails on his back, the pain only serving to heighten his arousal. He leaned in, sucking and biting at her neck, marking her skin with his love bites.

He lifted her hips, positioning her so that she was straddling him, her legs wrapped around his waist. His body was pressed against hers, their bodies slick with water and desire.

"Mine," he whispered in her ear, his voice gravelly. "You're all mine."

(Y/N) whines as Telemachus lifts her up and down on him, nearly going crossed eyed.

Telemachus's grip on her was strong, his hands holding her hips in place as he guided her movements. He watched her face closely, savoring every moan and gasp that escaped her lips.

"That's it, love," he murmured, his voice rough with desire. "Ride me like that."

He could feel the tension building within him, his body responding to every move she made. Telemachus leaned in, capturing her lips in a deep kiss,

Indeed, Telemachus couldn't help but notice the parallel between their current situation and the first time they had made love, in the secluded river in the forest. It was as though the intensity and passion between them had only grown since then.

"You...hah! Got bigger!~" (Y/N) praises, her eyes rolling to the back of her head.

Telemachus chuckled at her words, his ego inflating a bit. "I'm glad you think so, love," he said, a hint of pride in his voice.

He leaned in, nipping at her earlobe. "But I have a suspicion that I'm not the only one who's grown since that first time," he whispered huskily. "You're much more... responsive now."

Telemachus noticed who she's redder than before, more sensitive, and more eager.

Telemachus chuckled, his eyes roaming over her flushed face and body. "Look at you, love," he said huskily. "You're so much more sensitive now. So much more eager."

He leaned in closer, his lips brushing against her ear. "I wonder if it's me, or perhaps it's just because you're mine now," he murmured, his voice filled with possessive pride. "Either way, I love it."

Telemachus smirked at the thought, his fingers tracing circles on her hip. "You know, love," he said, his voice low and gravelly. "I have a theory."

He leaned in closer, his lips brushing against her ear. "I think your body has... molded to me."

(Y/N) blushes, slapping his chest "Stop talking non- ah!!~" Egeria couldn't scold him as he drives himself deeper and faster inside her once more.

Telemachus chuckled at her half-hearted attempt to scold him, but he didn't let it stop him. He was too far gone now, driven by an primal need to claim her in every way possible.

He lifted her up, his hands gripping her hips tightly. "You were saying something, love?" he asked, his voice rough with desire. "Something about me... stopping?"

(Y/N) could barely keep it together as he slammed her down onto him, loosing it as she began to babble, crying in pleasure.

Telemachus couldn't get enough of her, he was almost feral in his need for her. The sound of her babble and her cry of pleasure only fueled his desire even more, driving him to move even harder and faster.

He gripped her even tighter, his fingers digging into her skin leaving marks. Telemachus knew that they would fade but the memory would last forever in his mind. His mouth found her neck as he bit and sucked hard. Wanting, no...needing to mark her as his.

(Y)N) could feel her body starting to tremble, her climax building rapidly. Her mind was lost, consumed by nothing but the pleasurable sensations that racked her body.

"Telemachus, please!" she pleading, her voice strained. "Please don't st-AH!~"

Telemachus felt her body trembling, her words growing more desperate. He knew she was close, and he was more than happy to push her over the edge.

"That's it, love," he whispered in her ear, his voice rough and ragged. "Let go. Let me take you there."

He moved faster, harder, his fingers gripping her hips with bruising force. Telemachus could feel his own climax building, but he was determined to make sure she reached hers first.

"You're mine," he said, his voice thick with possession and desire. "All mine."

With a few more powerful thrusts, Telemachus finally sent her over the edge, her body shattering in his arms as she cried out his name.

(Y/N) cried out, holding onto him tightly, his face buried on her breasts as she cried out into the heavens.

Telemachus held her tightly against him, his body still trembling with the aftershocks of his own climax. He pressed his forehead against her chest, his eyes closed as he savored the feeling of her heartbeat against his skin.

He wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her even closer. The water sloshed around them, cooling their bodies, but Telemachus still felt the heat radiating off her skin.

"You're incredible, love," he murmured against her skin, his voice filled with affection and admiration. "Absolutely incredible."

"Love...love you~" (Y/N) could barely talk from the aftershock, before pulling him into a kiss.

Telemachus smiled against her lips, returning her kiss with equal fervor. He could still feel the aftershocks coursing through his body, his heart still pounding in his chest.

"I love you too, love," he murmured, his voice hushed and sincere. "More than anything."

He pulled back slightly, cupping her face in his hands and looked into her eyes, his expression tender and affectionate. "You're my everything, you know that, right?"

"You're my everything too, I'd die without you." (Y/N) professes with a look of affection.

Telemachus felt his heart swell at her words, the intensity of his feelings for her almost overwhelming him.

"You mean the world to me, love," he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. "I don't know what I'd do without you."

He leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead before nuzzling his face into her neck. He inhaled deeply, taking in the scent of her skin, still slightly salty from the river and now mixed with the scent of the bath and the sweat from their lovemaking.

Telemachus could feel the exhaustion start to set in, the physical and emotional intensity of their lovemaking taking its toll on his body.

He leaned in closer, his lips brushing against her ear. "I think we should get out of the bath and go to bed, love," he murmured gently. "You must be tired, and I don't want you to catch a chill."

"But I wanna keep you warm inside me" (Y/N) pouted childishly.

Telemachus laughed softly, his eyes sparkling with amusement and affection.

"Oh love, you're irresistible," he said, leaning in to kiss her playfully on the nose. "As much as I'd love to stay inside you all night long, I think we'll both be more comfortable in bed."

He stood up, lifting her up in his arms, water streaming from their bodies. "I'll keep you warm, I promise."

"But I've never cockwarmed you before." (Y/N) whines, as Telemachus carries her to his bed, towels on hand.

Telemachus chuckled at her pouty face, his heart skipping a beat at her words.

"You've never what?" he asked, feigning ignorance as he set her down on the bed. He began to gently dry her off, using the towel to pat her hair dry and then moving down her body.

"Keep you inside me all night long, to keep your seed trapped." (Y/N) continues to pout as he began drying her legs.

Telemachus's body reacted involuntarily to her words, heat stirring within him once again. He could feel the embers of desire smoldering within him, but he forced himself to remain focused on the task at hand.

"Is that so?" he said, his voice low and rough. "And why do you want to keep me inside you all night, love?"

"Cause I'm leaking~" (Y/N) pouted, her hands between her legs, sure enough, his seed gushing out between her fingers.

Telemachus was already starting to get hard again, his body responding to her words and the visual of her fingers between her legs.

"Oh love," he murmured, his voice thick with desire. "You don't know what you're doing to me."

He quickly finished drying her off, his body trembling with restrained need. Telemachus placed the towel on the ground before moving on top of her, his body trapping her between him and the bed, before beginning to stroke himself in front of her.

He took her wrists and pinned her down on the bed, his face hovering close to hers. "Is this what you wanted, love?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

(Y/N) looks between them as he continues stroking himself, to see him hard and dripping.

She could only blush and bite her lip at the sight.

Telemachus noticed her reaction to him, his ego flaring up in pride.

"You like what you see, love?" he asked, his voice rough and gravelly. "You like what you do to me?"

Telemachus was already hard and ready as ge moved forward, positioning himself between her legs, his head poised at her entrance.

(Y/N) moans as he enters her, before laying on top of her, panting

"I...I don't think I can be cockwarmed, Love, you feel too good" Telemachus admits, struggling not to buck inside her.

(Y/N) blushes, holding onto him, kissing whatever her lips could reach.

Telemachus moans at her kisses, his hands roaming her body, desperate to touch as much of her as possible.

"You feel so good, Love, too good." he whispers, his voice ragged with need. "I can't get enough of you."

Telemachus couldn't resist, he had to move, the need too powerful.

"I'm sorry Love," he gasps, his body moving of its own accord. "I can't keep still."

(Y/N) moans, already overstimulated from their previous love making, but not protesting none the less, holding onto him tightly.

Telemachus was lost in the heat of passion, his need for her overwhelming his senses. He moved with wild abandon, his pace fast and relentless. He knew he should be gentler, but he couldn't help himself.

He pinned her wrists above her head with one hand, his other roaming over her body, his touch possessive and insistent.

"You're mine," he growled, his voice filled with an edge of possessiveness. "All mine."

(Y/N) could barely respond with how hard Telemachus is moving into her, but she does know they're both close, as she felt him twitch inside her.

Telemachus could feel himself getting closer and closer to the edge, his body trembling with the effort to hold back just a little longer.

But he was too far gone to slow down now, he couldn't stop himself even if he wanted to.

He pressed his face against her neck, his breath coming in ragged gasps. "I'm close, Love." he whispered.

(Y/N) moans as Telemachus roughly digs himself deep inside her, spilling his seed inside once more making her arch her back, her legs tightly wrapped around his waist as she came at the same time as Telemachus.

Telemachus's body shudders against hers as they both climax, his grip on her wrists tight, as if to hold on to her and never let her go.

He collapses on top of her, his breathing ragged and his heart pounding in his chest. "You're incredible, love," he managed to gasp out between breaths.

He releases his grip on her wrists and pulls her closer, her body flush against his. "I don't want to ever let you go."

(Y/N) lifts his face to meet hers, kissing him.

"I love you, so much" (Y/N) professes, kissing him deeply.

Telemachus returns the kiss fiercely, his arms wrapping around her body and pulling her even closer.

"I love you too, more than words can express," he says, his voice filled with emotion. "You're everything to me, my love."

He kisses her again, pouring all of his love and devotion into the kiss. His hands roam her body, touching and caressing every inch of her skin, as if he's trying to memorize her every curve and contour.

"I love you so much, no words could ever describe how thankful I am that you found me" (Y/N) smiled brightly, hugging him.

Telemachus smiled at her words, his heart swelling with emotion. He held her tightly, pressing his face into her hair.

"I'm the one who should be thankful," he said, his voice thick with love and affection. "You've given me everything I could ever want or need. You're my world, love."

He lifted her chin, making her look at him. His eyes were filled with a tenderness that spoke of his deep love for her.

"I don't know what I did to deserve you, but I'm glad fate brought us together."

(Y/N) smiled at him, before kissing his lips, as they cuddled up in each other's arms, enjoying the comfortable silence they both share.

In the depths of the sea, lies a golden palace for a certain God, cradling his injuries, golden ichor pours out on every wound, as they slowly close up, amidst his injuries, he noticed a shift in his oceans, in Ithaca...a wave so strong they made sure didn't let go of who they wanted to subdue...or her.

A grin appeared on the God's lips.

"So she's been there this whole time."

(A/N: Not letting Ody rest 2025)

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

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yesimwriting · 1 year ago

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Please please please write for itwv. I would cry of happiness?

You seem like a lestat girl... But also a armand.

"You seem like a lestat girl... But also a armand." you clocked me and my love of toxic men omg

here's a lestat drabble just for u anon <3

Summary: Darkness encroaching on what's considered holy is one of the world's few consistencies. Or alternatively, Lestat enjoys your stolen moments more than he'd ever admit.

Warnings: my first time writing for a character so be nice bc that's always a little scary 😭, slight religious allusions/metaphors, no pronouns used but there are potential vague implications that the reader was socialized as a girl/woman

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What's confined to the shadows holds little regard for the sacred. The absence of light leaves no space for the good, no sanctuary or safe place to keep darkness from swallowing the revered whole.

It's fitting, then, that Lestat cannot bring himself to let you go.

You shift, fingertips brushing against the inside of his wrist. There's a valiant effort on your end to keep the turn of your head subtle, but it's not enough to keep him from feeling the weight of your cautious stare.

He keeps his eyes on your ceiling. You're radiating a warmth he's not sure he'll ever grow accustomed to, the heat of you nowhere near as simple as blood and flesh alone. It's as if remnants of daylight cling to your skin, so alive and attached to you your touch should scald him.

"Did you miss me?" The question is a thing of greed rather than curiosity.

You're quiet for a moment, your mind warning you to not reveal too much. Your hand stalls against his forearm. "Of course I missed you."

Your thoughts focus on your own response. Wearing your heart on your sleeve is a facet of your being, a testament to your ever giving honesty. Regardless of vampiric gifts, your thoughts, your feelings are easy to notice, even when they're not simple.

Now, your head is latching onto a myriad of things. Ever the lamb blinded by the wolf's clothing, you were more than just happy when he appeared at your window, you were relieved. A part of you, however, was still worried in a way that came close to making you resentful. The contrasting feelings blend together now, enjoying his presence isn't enough to make you forget his absence. Humanity and its ability to turn an approximate two weeks of nothingness into something with meaning.

Lestat turns his arm over, his fingers finding yours. "You seem to have little interest in showing me."

An exaggerated sigh falls from your lips. You move further onto your side, attention now openly settling onto him. From you, divine prophecy takes the form of a barely there crease between your eyebrows and your lips pressing together to fight against a smile. There's a similar sort of revelation in the way you're looking at him now.

"That is not true." You're working at an irritation you don't feel in an attempt to mask your desire for this type of conflict. Your elbow presses into the mattress as you prop your head up. "The only thing I've done tonight is dote on you."

In your defense, you always give as much as you can. You're generous with your attention, listening to his every word as you hold onto him, gentle fingers attempting to work warmth into stone flesh. It's a companionship unlike anything else. What once was only a simple form of entertainment has morphed into a dichotomy that shouldn't exist. You ever the saint and him the night's creature tainting holy ground.

He drags his thumb against your knuckles. "Really? You're doting on me?" The corner of your mouth pulls itself upwards, the look bordering on a smile. "And if I were to tell you I want more. What then, ange?"

Your thoughts instruct you to hold his gaze as you squeeze his hand. "Then I think I'd have to warn you of the dangers of greed."

"I'm a selfish man." Lestat lifts your intertwined hands. You watch him curiously, blood dragging its way up your neck as he presses his lips to the back of your palm. "I don't need a warning."

You're so close now he can feel the flush of your skin. "You talk like it's too late for you."

The promise of eternity is enough to quell the effects of irony. It's human nature to cling to ideality, to believe that the world is something they can take at face value. Still, from you, the comment is enough to make him smile.

The comment is closer to a joke than a genuine analysis, but it's clear that you mean the sentiment. Your eyes are bright, forgiving in their kindness. Perhaps if you knew what he was, you'd no longer look at him like he's responsible for the stars hanging in the sky.

"Maybe it is."

Your expression briefly falters, but before any changes can take root, you're moving back. You remain on your side as you lie down, head resting against his side. "I doubt that."

He begins to trail his fingers against your shoulder. You'll fall asleep soon, and he'll leave the way he always does, shedding the only version of himself you'd ever welcome with open arms. "Of course you would."

"What?"

His palm settles against your back. "You're a good person, mon ange." The vagueness of the topic paired with the tinge of something harsh in his voice leaves your thoughts restless. Lestat should take care to not pull at threads, to not leave you with questions he cannot answer. "Almost irritatingly so."

You lift your head enough to rest your chin against his ribs. "Irritatingly so?" The words are repeated with an easiness that manages to surprise him, your easy mood returning. "You're impossible."

"And you missed me desperately."

You stare at him skeptically, eyebrows drawing together and head angling itself to one side. "I never said desperately."

He pulls your arm towards him, fingers digging into your hand with enough force to imply a warning. "Do not be mean."

"I'm not," you defend, tone conveying a honey sweet innocence that could convince anyone you're incapable of wrongdoing, "I'm only saying I never told you how much I missed you."

You don't realize your mistake until the sentence has already left you. Lestat grins. "And how much did you miss me?"

Ignoring the warmth making its way up your chest, you shake your head once before moving to lie on your back again. "Oh, infinitely so. I spent my evenings in utter agony.

The facetious response is not enough to distract from your thoughts. You missed him more than you'd ever be willing to admit. For now, he'll leave you your pride. After all, he'll have other nights to focus on drawing out our praises. "Fine, be sarcastic. We're all entitled to our secrets."

You extend an arm, moving to rest it against his side. He'll have to take extra care not to wake you when he eventually has to detangle your limbs from his. The thought of the inevitable digs at him in a way he can't make sense of. Beings of the shadows may constantly work at ebbing away light, but there's an inevitable end to all wear away. You were right to notice his greed.

"Yeah," you mumble, the syllable heavy with drowsiness. For a moment, you're so still and silent Lestat almost convinces himself you've fallen asleep. "Then what are yours?"

His hand smooths circles against your spine. "That I think about stealing you away."

Your mind seems to catch itself on his answer, thoughts dissecting his words with an awareness that defies the docility that takes over when you're half asleep. After a moment, you choose to see humor there, but that isn't enough for you to let it go. "Is it really stealing if I want to go?"

You don't know what you're asking for. You're from a world so separate from his own you cannot even fathom the true implication of your words. His lips part, but before he can respond your breathing evens and your mind empties, finally succumbing to sleep.

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a/n i really liked writing this so if you have any itwv requests pls feel free to send them to me!! just specify the character and as a general note i usually assume fem!reader but i'm happy to write gn!reader if it's specified in the ask :))

#iwtv x reader #interview with the vampire x reader #lestat x reader #lestat de lioncourt x reader #x reader #ask

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reallyromealone · 6 months ago

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Title: mate oh my mate chapter 2

Fandom: vampries knight

Characters: vampire knight cast

Fic type: fluff, angst

Pairings: Kaname. x reader, yuuki x Kaname one sided

Warnings: male reader, reader insert, omegaverse, Omega male reader, yuuki is angry, one sided love, reader has powers, reader can see the future and is an empath

Notes: thank you all for the support it genuinely means the world to me

Summary: things quickly spiral and Yuuki has enough and cross realizes that (name) knows more than he lets on

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Yuuki couldn't stop staring at him.

The other Omega.

(Name) Walked with a grace she couldn't even begin to emulate and a poise that made her look like a wild animal and all that made her despise the vampire prince. (Name) Barely acknowledged her, not to be rude but their paths didn't cross very often and when they did he was so fucking kind to her!

"Just because he's an Omega, suddenly he's more important than anyone else!" Yuuki ranted to Sayori who listened patiently, knowing the brunettes love/obsession for Kaname and the sudden competition was driving the poor girl into a spiral. Sayori didn't have the heart to tell her that Yuuki was never even in the race, seeing how Kaname looked at (name) the few times that she saw them... That was a love that could never be faked. "I-I just have to show him that I'm good enough! That I can be a capable wife!"

Sayori didn't say anything but let her continue until the morning bells rang, halting the girls ranting.

(Name) Politely chatted with Aido, not sitting to close to the Alpha and primarily letting the Alpha chat away while Kaname spoke with the teacher,(name) liked Aido as the blond treated him like a genuine friend which was something (name) didn't have much of due to his status. "Thankfully the day students are less crazy in the mornings since they're tired and have to be in class!" Aido cheered and (name) nodded, finding the evening switch to be quite intense and the Omega frankly didn't know what to do with so many people fawning over him.

"(Name)" Kaname called out to his mate, (name) politely saying his goodbyes to Aido before promptly walking to Kaname with an obedience that made the Alpha let out a soft rumble, happy (name) was being good for him; mostly due to the fact (name) wasn't Hungry.

"Are you ready to leave?" Kaname) asked in a whisper, kissing his mates temple and (name) closed his eyes before nodding, exhaustion hitting him in slow moving waves.

The night class never spoke about the fact Kaname and (name) shared a bed, it kept (name)s instincts at bay and calmed him considerably... None of them wanted to deal with him when he was even slightly feral.

"Then let's get to bed ,yes?"

"So why is (name) treated the way he is?" Zero asked his adoptive father who sighed "Zero, do you know what a feral Omega is like?" He asked the young alpha calmly, the white haired teen thought for a moment before answering "they're strong, they run in instincts and they could take down an alpha if their instincts were on high Enough alert"

"Good you pay attention in class, now take all that and put that into a vampire who struggles with reality because they're a seer and the only person who can keep them calm is a busy alpha vampire trying to keep his sibling from putting the seer Omega into a spiral" cross was rarely this serious, staring at the other calmly and Yagari blew smoke from his cigarette "(name) is incredibly dangerous but he is incredibly vital, him being here and monitored by not just the night class will keep him and everyone safe"

Zero thought about his mentor and adoptive father's words "but why keep him alive if he's so dangerous?"

"(Name) Can see the future and can predict danger with terrifying accuracy, keeping him on our side is detrimental especially as the vampire royalty has made a treaty with the hunters!" cross smiled at the teen, wanting to calm him down a bit "so, as long as he's with Kaname or calm we shouldn't have problems"

"He must be a monster" zero spat, frustrated at the Omega being treated with such a level of superiority and cross sighed before looking out the window to see (name) walking with the night class "the thing is... Hes innocent, hes... He's just terrified and why wouldn't he? Would you not be terrified if you knew what everyones intentions were towards you? To detect ones emotions and know just how powerful one could be?"

"He lives in a nightmare in his own mind and we can merely bare witness to the events"

He could feet the rage, the resentment and the pure acidity of jealously radiate off his sister in law, the two locking eyes and flashes of her intentions and outcomes in the future flickering in this head before it locked onto Kaname protecting him from a rod.

He felt pity for her, he knew how vampiric traditions worked and he knew typically if it was possible, she would be with Kaname but (name) outranked her due to his omegan status...

He couldn't help but feel pity for her, breaking eye contact to continue walking to the night dorms while Kaname walked a bit behind, eyeing his sister with caution and trying to figure out what her next steps were.

Yuuki glared at (name), hands shaking and she hated that she couldn't smell his pharamones due to being a beta, (name) on the other hand smelling the anger radiating off her and scrunched his nose at the smell though to Yuuki it was seen as him looking at her with disgust.

And that's all she needed, pulling out her weapon to strike him down.

She ran full speed at (name) and jumped to strike him, (name) quickly turning and stepping away and letting Kaname step before him and block her attack. Yuuki was stunned at her brother, anger flooding her body and tears filled her eyes.

"That is enough!" Kanames voice bellowed through the courtyard, causing Yuuki to shrink back at the sound and (name) to fidget, a soft whine escaping his lips. "Yuuki, you were raised better than this" his voice firm and the girl glared at her brother teary eyed "you are old enough to keep your emotions in check, these childish tantrums are unbecoming and frankling pathetic, get your act together because no one cares to entertain these delusions!" Kaname would not tolerate his sister's blatant attack and if it weren't for the dwindling numbers of pure bloods, he would have struck her down where she stood.

He loved his sister deeply but this had to end.

"Whats going on?" Cross spoke hurriedly while Yagari and Zero followed behind, trying to assess the situation "Yuuki attacked (name), well attempted!" Aido called out and Ichigo checked in on said Omega who was mumbling things with his eyes closed much to the concern of everyone but Yuuki who was confused and a bit unsettled by the Omega "Kaname, take (name) back to the dorms will you?" Cross had to have a conversation with the youngest kuran-cross.

Kaname held (name) close, walking him briskly to the dorms while (name) whispered things that only Kaname could hear "her hearts made of fire and Brimstone.... Her impatience will cause her to fall from the tree..." (Name)s words barely made sense but Kaname put it together enough to know a problem when he seen one. "Let's rest now, love" he ushered him up to their room where (name) looked at kanames hand and the burn mark from the weapon "her fire burned you, my love" (name)s voice grew colder, the polite tone in his voice vanishing and at that moment Yuuki Kuran was an enemy to (name).

Kaname knew it was only a matter of time before (name)s instincts caused him to lash out, he would need to satisfy the omegas base instincts to settle him before (name) caused problems for the Alpha.

Oh the double edged sword of having a hopelessly in love mate...

"None of this..." Kaname scolded (name) lovingly and pulled him into a kiss, trying to distract him from the rage that was filling the others being "behave for your alpha" (name) enjoyed the kisses, his rage subsided to soak in the attention the other was giving him "but--"

"Shh" Kaname bit his own lip, blood staining the alphas bottom lip and immediately captivating (name) who wanted a taste.

And falling for Kanames tricks like an obedient dog.

But Kaname knew (name) wouldn't forget such insolence from Yuuki, he knew the Omega had cards up his sleeves that he had yet to share with his alpha, did he know of the attack? It would explain the step back...

He would have to gently interrogate (name) once the other calmed down, knowing if he didn't get this in check that Kaname would be an only child.

Cross remembered when he first met (name), the tragedy of someone so sweet slowly go mad due to the powers gifted to them from generations before, it was slight things that he noticed with (name), the mood swings and jumping from fully lucid and passive to existing in almost a dreamlike existence.

And now Yuuki made an enemy of (name), an Omega who was trying to find the fox in his henhouse but not knowing he was his own fox.

For Yuukis own safety, he had to put her under house arrest, he knew this was just teen jealously and she would realize what she did but till then, (name) was to be kept far away from her.

"She's furious but she's safe" Yagari said softly, having locked her in her old bedroom "I can't believe she would do something so rash and--"" she's a scorned lover even if that loves one sided" Yagari calmed the man "only (name) would have seen it"

Which was something that made them pause.

"(Name) Would have seen this, why didn't he say anything?"

But they subconsciously knew why.

(Name) Wanted a fight.

#anime x reader #anime x male reader #x male reader #omega male reader #omegaverse #male reader #vampire knight x reader #vampire knight x male reader #kaname x male reader #kaname x reader

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fallenhunnyapple · 1 year ago

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Some Baby Savior AU Expansion

This is an Adamsapple AU because I love them they have taken over my life. I'm sorry in advance because there's a lot going on and I'm bad at being succinct.

This AU works under the Assumption that Adam didn't Die to get into Heaven. He was Ascended while he was still alive as a 'reward' for staying 'good', having not eaten of the Fruit of Knowledge. But his children were still tainted because of their mother, and so while they were still young, the eldest still only being in their teens, he was taken away from them to stay safe in Heaven.

Also, there are yearly meetings held a week after Exterminations where Lucifer and Adam (and Lute) meet in order to discuss quotas, numbers, etc. They're mandatory as per the agreement.

So-

Lilith left Lucifer while Charlie was still just an infant and he had to raise her alone. It was Difficult and when Lucifer was Busy, Charlie spent a lot of time being watched by her Aunts and Uncles, the Sins. But he foolishly let himself trust the people of his ring once and they took advantage, an Overlord trying to vy for more influence hired someone to steal the Princess and hold her hostage. The night before the Extermination.

Lucifer is already overworked and stressed and now having his daughter kidnapped made him lose his mind and go on a full rampage, destroying part of Pentagram City in his blind rage and panic. Which, Great for the Exorcists as long as they keep out of his way because that means they can pick off all the freaked out and fleeing sinners.

And it's during this panicked frantic mess that Adam quite literally drops in on these shady sinners (through the ground because of Hell's shitty infrastructure) who try to Kill him. Surprise, Angelic Steel weapons are being manufactured and they can Hurt Angels. They're still no match for Adam, so he kills them, but not without getting nicked by a few bullets, his arm injured, his wing useless, and his mask a little shattered. And then he hears a fussy crying sound and finds a baby hidden in a nearby crate. Pale with cute red cheeks and golden hair. She reminds him of someone. And she reminds him of his youngest daughter the last time he saw her... Well, she's hellborne, so he wasn't going to kill her anyway. Maybe he'll just take her home with him and he can puppy dog eyes at Sera until she let him keep her!

But he can't fly with these injuries, so he needs to go to the Embassy where he knows Lute and his girls will be waiting for him. But the Embassy is really close to Lucifer's rampage zone. What's he being so insane about anyway? And after almost becoming collateral, and Adam Yelling at him, it clicks. Those red cheeks were familiar for a reason. She must be his kid. There go his plans for bringing her with him. And here he was picking out a name and everything : / He can't bring himself to hate her or to take her away from her dad when he's obviously so upset. It's Begrudgingly that he gets Lucifer's attention to give the baby back. He's attached to her now.

A week after the Extermination, there's a meeting. To discuss the use of Angelic Weapons in hell, to find out who and how they're being made and distributed and ending that production immediately. And Lucifer can't exactly trust anyone in Pride anymore so Charlie comes to the meeting. She's happy to see the weird Kitty again. Adam is Thrilled to see her and spends a good chunk of the meeting making silly faces to make her laugh.

This becomes Normal, Charlie coming to the meetings, too young to understand anything but excited to get to see Adam. She has very clearly gotten attached to him.

Many years pass (Charlie is over 200 years old, and I assume that means super slow aging so she's developmentally 6 years old) and Adam tells Lucifer to not bring Charlie to the meeting. Lucifer agrees and leaves her with Bee in Gluttony. At the meeting, Adam is there in person, pacing and stressed. Lucifer arrives to find him in that state and Adam breaks down, begging on his knees for Lucifer to keep him in Hell. He can't go back to Heaven. They're going to make him remarry Lilith and she's probably into pegging and he doesn't want to be pegged.

Lucifer tries to wrap his mind around the fact that Lilith is in Heaven. Adam feels a little guilty but what was he supposed to do? He couldn't force Lilith to go home and stop being a deadbeat Mom. Lucifer is Mad that Adam never told him Lilith was in Heaven, he knew how much of a struggle he was having without her. Adam tries to make excuses and reverts to begging again, saying they won't let him leave Heaven again if he goes back. And that hits a cord. Lucifer's angry about the thing with Lilith, but Charlie didn't know her mother. She knew Adam though, and he doesn't want her to go through the pain of losing someone important to her. Okay, he'll help keep Adam safe in Hell so Heaven can't get to him. And by that Point, Adam was reminded that there's a chance that Heaven might come after Charlie so actually he'd be staying regardless so he can keep an Eye on Charlie and keep her safe.

Unbeknownst to Adam though, Lucifer has a secret. He'd fallen in love with him. It's 100% because of seeing how good Adam is with Charlie. Charlie is Lucifer's Everything, she is the most important thing in his life and she likes and gets along with Adam and Adam clearly cares for her and that means more than anything else could. And he's in love because of it. But he doesn't tell Adam that.

Together Adam and Lucifer raise Charlie, they're Dad/Daddy and Dadam (Adam came up with it because actually being called a nickname for father reminded him too much of the kids he didn't get to see grow up). And when Charlie gets old enough to move out on her own, Empty Nest Syndrome kicks in. But in the "we're not raising a kid together anymore, we should go our separate ways" kinda way. Because the entire time Lucifer never said anything about his feelings so they'd been Platonically co-parenting for over a century while Lucifer pined.

Charlie finds out that Adam is thinking of moving out and panics because she thinks this means her dads are getting a divorce. She never knew they weren't married. She never knew they weren't even Together. Because they sure Seemed to love each other all those years! She tries to encourage her dad to tell Adam how he feels and he does. It doesn't go well. Adam doesn't believe it, he refuses. (And it's not because he doesn't love him, Adam has loved him consistently since Eden) But he just can't accept it and decides it's Definitely better to move out. Lucifer goes into a depressive isolated episode while Adam is out there going on week long Benders to try and cope. The Sins have to get involved once Charlie reaches out, worried about both of them because Lucifer is barely responsive and Adam is dismissive. Ozzie tries to find out what's going on with Lucifer and Bee is taking care of the doped up drunken depressed mess that is Adam, she knows how to deal with drunks.

The Sins and Charlie are going to help them sort out their shit so they can actually try to be happy together the way they should have been the whole time. That's about where the conversation's ended for now. Orz this is long

Gonna @ the people who seemed interested in more info @lordxsblog @fightinsoda

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cloudyskydreams · 8 months ago

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Hellow there

Can i request a headcannons on what wuld the skeleboys (ut, uf, us, ht) when Y/N ask them to get married?

And what wuld happen in the wedding nigth?

Feel free to use sfw or nsfw stuff

Thank you, i hope it is not too much

Hiii sorry this took awhile but I got it done! Mostly kept it sfw just some innuendos. I might do more wedding hcs in the future these were fun and I really like how they turned out ::3 anyways enjoy!!

Okay I'm assuming reader and skelebois have been in a established relationship for a bit here ::]

Undertale:

Sans:

His eyelights widen upon seeing the jewelry and hearing what you have to say. He looks from your hand to your eyes and back and forth over and over again. His grin grows so wide and he scoops you up into a hug as he shouts yes. He's crying and he burrows his face in your shoulder the happiest he's ever been.

Night of the wedding: He'd prefer a smaller wedding of close friends and family. He has a few puns slid into his wedding vows they're mostly to help calm his nerves. He's so proud to be called your husband, the wedding itself kinda had his nerves frazzled so he's happy to finally relax with you when you guys get home.

Papyrus:

He's flabbergasted. Orange tears escape his eyes and he's scooping you up in a hug and making you drop the jewelry making you have to find it later. You've just made him the happiest skeleton alive and he's desperate to make you the happiest person alive. He sets up an elaborate date he knows you would love and presents you with your own piece of jewelry at the end.

Night of the wedding: Doesn't matter small or big as long as your happy Paps is happy. The wedding was wonderful and Papyrus snapped so many photos and kept so many keepsakes from it. Sans speech as best man is basically a comedy routine and Papyrus is slightly miffed about his brothers awful humor tainting the best night of his life. He's so excited to spend his first night as your husband with you when home.

Underfell:

Red:

He shuts down. Sockets go dark, he's sweating, and he might even teleport away. When you hunt him down he's crying in a closet freaking out struggling to intake the air he doesn't even need. After he's calmed down he asks if you're sure and when you say yes he's crying again. He's never been happier I promise you.

The night of the wedding: Would prefer a smaller wedding but can put up with a medium or slightly large one for you. The wedding also stresses Red out. He's not used to fancy ordeals and such and he's just excited to get you into bed and have you all to himself ;;).

Edge:

His hand clenched around something in his pocket and he pulls out his own piece of handmade jewelry he had for you. Both impressed and a tad annoyed you beat him to it but he gratefully accepts no he's not crying that's sweat… Yes you can sweat from your eyesockets it's just extremely hot.

Night of the wedding: He prefers a big fancy ordeal. He handles the wedding pretty well he's used to fancy events. Looks absolutely drop dead stunning in his tux as well and he's defined strutting around showing you and himself off. He's got quite the night planned for you as your first night together married. Safe words are a thing for a reason.

Underswap:

Blue:

Does that jump reaction image (I'll find it hold on) Also was ready to propose himself, he's so happy you two were on the same page. He whips his jewlery as well ,he carried it around waiting for the perfect moment, so you guys can laugh over the situation. He of course says yes and happily attaches the new jewelry to you and himself before smooching you.

Night of the wedding: I feel like Blue would be fine with a big or small wedding its whatever you prefer.He's so excited to be called your husband he definitely posts about it on his blogs and updates his viewers quickly before dedicating the whole night to worshipping you. He even got some special lingerie for him to wear to show off just for you.

Stretch:

He's so desperately fangirling inside right now like jumping up and down, squealing, flapping hands, and nose bleeding mentally. He says yes and puts on the jewelry before smooching you as deep as he can. Immediately plans a cute date where he can present you with your own piece of jewelry to wear and a special song he wrote.

Night of the wedding: He'd prefer a medium or small affair but can deal with a larger wedding as well. Definitely gets drunk and trys to serenade you with shitty love songs and tries to get you to do a duet with him at one point. When you get home expect a bunch of drunken sweet nothings and him pulling you into bed for some love and affection.

HorrorTale:

Axe:

His eyelight shrinks and then expands to fill his whole socket and he simply watches you for a few minutes. You patiently wait until he places his hands on your shoulders and pulls you into him as he starts to purr. He slips the jewelry on and his purrs grow louder as he pulls you closer practically inside his ribcage.

Night of the wedding: Smaller wedding preferably for obvious reasons. He's stressed and really really quite. Way more than usual only really talking to you and his brother and only when he has to. When it's over he pulls you into his chest and burries his face in your hair to calm himself. He forgets about most of the traditions but he's been looking forward to this one all night ;;).

Willow:

He's shocked and in shock for a good while before asking if you're sure. He doesn't see himself as boyfriend material much less hubby material. When you enthusiastically affirm your intentions he starts to bawl like a baby and scoops you up for a kiss. He's so in love with you.

The night of the wedding: It was a smaller wedding for the sake of Willows peace of mind. He's so happy to be your husband he crys throughout the night and keeps kissing you gently whenever he gets the chance. He's constantly by your side the entire night.

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venxomi · 8 months ago

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Jibaku Shounen Hanako-kun Chapter 120 - Yugi Amane, Minamoto Kou & the Red House

This is my first time making this type of thread, so I hope you will bear with me ^^ I'll talk about the important bits.

Yugi Amane

Chapter 120 explains Yugi Amane's situation in the new present. Even though Nene tried denying it, Yugi Amane was incapable of finding happiness, even if he got to live a little longer. It confirmed he died in his late 20s, and that his soul is but a prisoner to the Red House, forced to obey its orders.

That he's been killing multiple people without him even realizing, as he is unable to defy the House...

And ultimately revealing that, while possessed, Amane had killed both Kou and Sousuke in the aftermath of chapter 118. The Kou we saw in chapters 119 and 120 is nothing but his now trapped soul.

As Kou explains everything, we come to realize the following: It's not just Yugi Amane who is a prisoner of the House, but Tsukasa, their parents and the souls who warned Mitsuba as well. That they're all unfortunate victims that were eaten alive by the House and forced into servitude.

Minamoto Kou

Kou is not immune from the Red House's possession- He is now one of its servants, just like Amane and the other people killed. Just like Amane who forcefully dragged Kou and Nene to the well through the black door, so did Kou lure Nene through the same door.

Finally possessed by the House, he tries to drag Nene down the well, to make her a victim just like the others.

It is then when Teru comes to rescue Nene, but not realizing that the Kou he sees is nothing but his soul, he accidentally exorcises him while snapping him out of the possession.

It is important to note that Kou didn't feel any sort of bitterness towards Amane killing him or towards Teru exorcising him.

After Amane killed him, he just lamented his fate.

Not only did he lament his fate, but also asked Nene to change the world back to how it was. Not only because he and Mitsuba are long dead, but because he now knows how truly messed up the new present is. How no one is truly "happy" here. How it goes against his motivation, which is to bring everyone actual happiness.

That's why he brought Nene to Amane in chapter 119. To make her see how this world actually looks like, to make her want to go back. To make her see that even if Amane lived longer, he was way more miserable than he ever was in the original timeline.

When his big brother exorcised him, he only felt glad. Glad that he couldn't harm Nene, and glad that he doesn't have to suffer the same fate as Amane. Glad that he hasn't succeeded in killing anyone against his will.

Even while disappearing right before her eyes, Kou tries to comfort her. If she succeeds in rewinding the world, they will be able to meet again.

He even compares this new world to a "bad dream", contrasting himself from chapter 118, who considered the old world to be the "dream", then not knowing how truly wicked the new present is.

His last words confirm that Mitsuba has died together with him.

The Well

Teru, shocked by the events, immediately heads over to the well and looks inside.

He falls limp, only supported by the well, in total disbelief. Due to the implications throughout chapter 120, it is safe to assume that in the well lies the corpses of all the Red House's victims, including Kou and Sousuke.

This is further evidenced by Akane's reaction, who is repulsed by whatever is seen inside.

It is then when Akane concludes that this timeline is not stable, as he was tasked to check. The well is enough evidence to back up how twisted the world is.

Conclusions

I'm not sure whether we will see the contents of the well. We see the series through Nene's eyes, and Nene being stopped from seeing what's inside the well meant the readers are stopped from seeing aswell. The implications are evident enough to prove that within it lie numerous corpses, including Kou and Sousuke's.

Akane ended the chapter with a resolution to change the world back to how it was, but they still aren't aware of when to go and what to change. So they will stay within the Red House for the next few chapters for sure.

I'm not sure if the Red House will let them leave. All 4 living humans are all right next to the well where the Red House supposedly eats them alive. It's too good of an opportunity for it not to ambush them in the next chapter.

Teru and Nene, but especially Teru, will 100% go some under serious character development. Not only does Teru exorcising Kou somewhat parallel Amane killing Tsukasa in the original timeline, but Teru sacrificed his entire childhood to protect Kou, only for it to end like this in the New Present. Truly tragic.

Amane reacted to Yashiro calling Hanako for help. It may be that in the future chapters, Amane will get his memories from the original timeline and help Nene and the others find out what to change. Though I have a feeling, given that he's susceptible to being possessed by the House, that he will take himself down along with the House in order to let them leave. Although again, this is just a random prediction of mine...

This is the first time Nene's hairclip slips from her hair. The shape of her hairclips symbolize good luck, and it was truly good luck. If it weren't for her hairclip falling off, Aoi wouldn't have found her and Teru wouldn't have saved her in time. Albeit this can be also interpreted as limited good luck, as it slipping off would mean that Nene won't benefit from the same luck again.

This was truly the most heartwrenching chapter in the series, but also one of the best written in my opinion, being a huge pay-off for the other chapters of the Alteration arc. However, I have a feeling we're only going downhill from here.

Kou was likely already doomed from chapter 116, when he was first possessed by little Tsukasa. Because he was then sent to the Red House with an envelope that had nothing inside and with circumstances he himself doesn't remember, and as per Kou's words in chapter 120, the Red House uses the souls it captured to bring new victims from the Near Shore. He was fated to die the moment he came into contact with Tsukasa. Mitsuba could've escaped, but he wanted to save Kou and died together with him instead.

I hope you enjoyed my post!

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perfectlysanexd · 9 months ago

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I haven't done one of these kind of posts in a while, but the expressions in Rebirth were top notch, and I wanted to talk a bit about and analyze Sephiroth's different smiles, both pre and post Nibelheim.

Nibelheim itself is difficult to gauge, because SOLDIER Cloud is actually Zack, and furthermore, some of it is definitely his own wishful thinking. But one thing you can say for sure, is that they portray that Sephiroth, despite being so emotionally weary, still summons up the energy to smile at his friend.

As soon as he turns away from Zack, his smile falls, and he doesn't give one to the Mayor at all.

However, when he turns back to inform the men that they're free until sundown, he summons up another smile for them. I don't think that he's just attempting to keep their morale up, he genuinely has affection for Zack, and cares for the others. He respects them for their service, putting their lives on the line for what they think is a good cause, and Sephiroth—as we saw in Ever Crisis—learned to be a compassionate person, who cares about the lives of others, even enemies.

Of course, he's deeply distressed during this time, the despair is eating him alive. Even Cloud acknowledges(despite having not known Sephiroth on a personal level) that he just wasn't himself once they arrived. But I'm not going to talk about my theories on all the Jenova stuff right now, that's not the focus here. Even at the window, you can tell he's feeling off, but when he turns to Zack, he attempts to smile again.

Sephiroth has never enjoyed his fame, and as we learned in Ever Crisis, he didn't choose it; Shinra made up bogus achievements and declared him to be a hero before even his first field assignment, as part of their recruitment campaign. Can't argue with results, I guess—it certainly got Cloud to join up out of hero worship, right? In EC, Sephiroth admits that all he ever wanted was to be normal, something that he knows he can never have. How sad...

So when this man wants to take his picture, it's no wonder that he's over it by then, and tells him no. And rather politely, too, all things considered. But even before that, he smiles and tells Zack that as long as he does his job, their young tourguide will be safe.

But as soon as he turns his back and walks away? Yeah, that smile immediately fades.

Which certainly doesn't change when the guy takes his picture. But of course, when Zack asks Sephiroth to pose for one, he just can't say no, even though he's not super happy about it. Anyway, he continues to smile at Zack for the duration of their journey up Mt. Nibel, making an effort to talk and even cracking a couple jokes, just trying to be a good leader and keep them in good spirits.

And of course, there's the very sad bridge part, where you can tell that he's genuinely upset that he failed to save the other infantryman that got washed away. He searches for him, but comes up empty-handed. Still, he smiles for Zack and teases him about a performance assessment, since their morale is quite low now, but they need to keep going.

Honestly, the Nibelheim part of Rebirth really did an excellent job of portraying Sephiroth's inner struggle. For reference, there are only 3 points in Remake, I think, when Sephiroth drops his ever-present, sometimes affectionate(towards Cloud) and often unhinged, smile: First, it's replaced with sheer rage as he kills President Shinra.

Second time, is when Aerith has a Cetra moment and suggests that his entire existence is "wrong".

And the third time is when he holds out his hand to Cloud at the Edge of Creation, and is rejected by him.

Anyway, back to Rebirth. Ignoring the bizarre smiles he showed us as Nibelheim was burning, as if he was in a trance and just not all there(that's a subject for a different chat), post-Nibelheim Sephiroth's smiles are interesting, too, if we consider what kind they are, depending on who he's dealing with.

For people he hates, like Tseng, it's much more unhinged looking, and very cold. You can tell there's a certain measure of satisfaction from shanking him, haha...

For someone like Aerith, who...I wouldn't exactly say that he hates her, but she's definitely in the way. I would almost say that he considers her to be actively preventing Cloud from recovering his true memories, leading him to remain as merely Sephiroth's "puppet", but that's a theory for another day. He looks at her coldly, as well, but it's a bit different. There's a bit more respect there than there was for Tseng.

And then there's Zack. Actual Zack. I feel like, deep down, he still cares about him, and has no intention of killing him. I almost sense a little...regret? Maybe? Hm. It's definitely a bit warmer of a smile. And of course, although he had many opportunities to get rid of Zack, he doesn't. Instead, he sends him off into the space between worlds safely.

And of course, last but certainly not least, is the way he smiles at Cloud. I know, I know. "But Sane, you like sefikura, so you're biased!" Look, I won't deny that. However, when you really look at it and compare his smiles, which is what this is all about, his truest smiles are always saved for Cloud. He has 2 different "flavors": pure affection and cruel affection. (There are also a few pity smiles, I think.) The former is used most of the time, whenever Cloud is in his sight, and the latter is used during moments when he's trying to control/influence him. I would almost say that he's...satisfied, yet regretful at the same time?? Like these:

And now, let's contrast that with his more genuine, affectionate smiles for Cloud... (The first shot here ⬇ can be contrasted with the shot 2 up from the bottom there ⬆, as the one above is when he's calling Cloud his puppet, and the one below is when Cloud goes to attack him and he opens his arms wider for the incoming uh...embrace.)

Remake had many interesting smiles from him, too, but that will have to be a different post, as this already has 30 screenshots. Anywho, you're free to draw your own conclusions, and not everyone reads faces in the same way, so maybe I'm nuts. Who knows? Either way, I hope you enjoyed this random, indulgent, very long post, haha. If you made it to the end, you're awesome. 💕

All screenshots were taken by me on my PS5. I won't ask for credit on them, since literally anyone can take an identical shot if they pause at the right second. (The exception are the 3 Remake shots, which were taken on PC with mods and the freecam. For those, I would appreciate credit if you use them anywhere, since I don't watermark them.)

#sephiroth #final fantasy vii #cloud strife #sefikura #rebirth

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mirixmoya · 4 months ago

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my initial first-read thoughts for SOTR PART II: THE RASCAL there will be MAJOR SPOILERS under the cut but pls enjoy :)

chapter 10;

fake louella is so interesting, i'm excited to see where this plot point goes

"and someone's definitely rapping at my chamber door." we are 2 for 2 on The Raven references that's wild

"what breaks a machine?" "time." and the machine in question is the Capitol itself suzanne u kinda ate w that.

chapter 11;

whatever u do don't think about haymitch and burdock sneaking into victors' village to admire the luxury of the houses only for haymitch (and burdock's daughter) to spend great portions of their lives trapped in those houses drowning in their luxury

beetee entrusting this complicated ass plan to a 16 year old is crazy work bro

maysilee trying not to giggle at haymitch's singing... her and effie would be best friends i fear

haymitch picking up the word aphorism from snow immediately and using it himself ohhhh my sweet clever boy :(

chapter 12;

ceasar flickerman mention thank u jesus

guys... guys i'm not even joking i read the words "big, big, big day" and i burst into tears #normal

chapter 13;

ITS REAL ITS REALLY HER HOLY FUC K

OLDER SISTER EFFIE CANON

ngl i did not think we would get an effie cameo. not even a little bit. i didn't even let myself hope for it in any small way. life is so fucking good rn

okay so effie is obviously a Little Older than we've all be writing her huh

"well, she's swallowed the capitol propaganda hook and took the line and sinker with it, but at least she's brought us some decent footwear." TEARS. TEARS IN MY EYES.

i cannot believe i have lived to see the day where we actually get canon haymitch pov perceiving effie this is crazy

The Trinkets being slightly socially disgraced... interesting.

"For a moment, they're just two girls on a mission to beautiful the world." WHAT DID I SAY. I KNEW THEY WOULD BE BESTIES.

HAYFFIE CRUMBS HAYFFIE CRUMBS

not him jumping to pick up her shit for her... in a world of boys he's a gentlemen

EFFIE THINKS HE'S BEAUTIFUL :((((

"the capitol citizens lose it and so do i, until i remember the joke's not just on panache. it's on all of us stupid, clawed district piglets. animals for their entertainment." haymitch gaining class consciousness in real time

"and you, darling?" okayyy abernathy charm

effie just hanging around in the background in making me inexplicably happy. i am smiling and giggling

not her tryna shoot her shot by putting the flower on his label okayyy miss Effie Subtlety Trinket

chapter 14;

"sometimes she cries because things are so beautiful and we keep messing them up. because the world doesn't have to be so terrifying. that's on people, not the world." felt that one in my chest my god...

"i love you like all-fire. that's for always." this food is so fucking good suzanne

effie and plutarch going this far back is... interesting. then why didn't u save her ass from prison during the 75th SIR?

"i hate needles" PLASTIC SURGERY PHOBIC EFFIE CANON!!!!

another The Raven reference... what is going on

chapter 15;

mags mother of millions

MORE HAYFFIE CRUMBS SUZANNE I OWE U MY LIFE

haymitch asking her to make sure the token gets back to lenore dove... effie laying a hand on his chest and promising to do her best... the interconnected web that is haydove / hayffie has never been more alive

effie being the last person he sees before going into the arena is kinda insanely romantic??? "locking my eyes on hers until things go black" ??? hello??

chapter 16;

"the games must end. here. now." and then he's gonna spend so many years watching them happen over and over and over again suzanne how dare u

"i don't want one of my last acts to be taking out an ally, especially a dove-coloured one." he loves lenore dove sm im crying fr

"fire is catching, she'd say" ... suzanne is doing comedy now

chapter 17;

"i can't keep one of them safe. why do they flock to me?" just thought about him having this mindset for the next 40 years and cried :(((

chapter 18;

"in a way, it's a comfort that a bunch of people i know have gone before me." my baby :( spoken too soon girl :(

haymitch trying to blow this shit up katniss&haymitch fatherdaughterism has never been more alive and well

ampert :( haymitch's closeness with a lot of the victors makes so much more sense now. like it's not JUST that they hang out during the in-between years but their lives are tied so closely together from the moment haymitch enters the games.

is the goose and the common song silly? yes. is it important to remember that the enclosure of common land is historically and inextricably linked to (1) the rise of private property, (2) increasingly powerful centralized states, (3) the economic dependence of the labouring poor on their lords of the land. suzanne u big history nerd

he's so hopeful :( he believes so hard :( it's sad to know that that's all slowly washed out of him :(

more slightly intelligent thoughts! even more rambly nothing thoughts! either way i hope u enjoyed :)

#sunrise on the reaping #sotr spoilers #haymitch abernathy #effie trinket #hayffie #seph thoughts #i plan to finish the book tomorrow!!!

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imagine-darksiders · 7 months ago

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Tired dad Ulthane and his adventures with the Human Distribution System makes me smile so hard

Whoever was on the Darksiders dev team missed a great opportunity to record ambient voice lines between the humans and Ulthane that play whenever you go to the tree.

Some examples off the top of my head.

"Hey. It's... Ulthane, right? I-I'm Mary."

"Pleasure to make yer acquaintance, Lass."

"Ha... Likewise. Um... Listen, I don't think I ever thanked you... for bringing me to this place. And for, you know, saving my life."

[Suddenly bashful] "Ah, no need to thank me. Just... [clears throat] glad I got to you in time..."

"Yeah... Yeah, me too."

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"Get out of the way, Ulthane."

"Can't do that, younglin'."

"Bullshit. You can't stop me. I have to go, I can't just sit in this tree while he might still be out there somewhere!"

"If I let you leave this tree, you'll die."

"You don't know that!"

"... And what if he turns up while you're gone? Hm? You think he'd want to find you missin'?"

"Don't do that. Don't use him to make me stay. You don't know what he'd want."

"Would he want you riskin' your life tryin' to find him? Or would he want you to be safe?"

".... I... I.... Oh, Sam."

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"Hey, how did you get on with that list I gave you?"

"Got most of the stuff on it. The pictures were a nice touch, by the way. Made findin' things a wee bit easier."

"Oh! Well... Happy to help.... So. Um..."

[knowing chuckle] "The supplies are with the other rations, up in the hollow."

"Thanks, Ulthane. You're the best."

"Ach, I don't know 'bout that."

"Literally. The. Best."

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"Hey you! Giant."

"Tiny."

"Oh, very funny. Say, how come you're not out there searching for more survivors?"

"Just got back. Elanya's goin' out in a bit. Someone's gotta stay behind and protect the tree."

"Some of us can stay and watch it! You should be out there looking for people!"

".... We're doin' everything we can, lad."

"I know!... I.... [muffled sob] I know... I just... I miss her."

"... If she's alive out there, we'll find her."

"Yeah.... sure."

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"Hey, big guy? You know there's a demon hanging around right outside the door."

"Aye, I'm keepin' an eye on him. But... if you see him causin' any trouble, you come tell me, got it?"

"Heh. Sure."

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"Oi, what's that you've got there?"

"Oh! Um... It's... just a radio... I've been tinkering with it... trying to get it to work. Maybe see if there's anyone else out there... Look. I-I know it's silly, but-"

"No, no, it's not, it's... [deep sigh] Listen, if you... need any help with it, makers are pretty handy. Just have to ask, okay?"

"Oh... Okay. Thanks, Ulthane."

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"Still no luck with that... wassit called? A radio?"

"Hmm? Oh... Hi Ulthane. No, no luck yet but... that might just be because they're only able to broadcast on a certain frequency for, like, a few minutes at a time right? Saving power or... something? I-I just need to keep searching."

"Well... All right... But don't stay up too late listen' to it again. You look like you didn't catch a wink o' sleep last night."

"Okay, Dad."

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"Say, what happened to your radio?"

"... I tossed it."

"Now why'd you do that?"

"I dunno. Figured it'd be more useful to strip it for spare parts.... I wasn't gonna hear anything on there anyway."

"...Y'know, just 'cause you didn't hear anythin', don't mean nobody's out there."

"..... Hey... Ulthane? Do you think we're gonna be okay?"

"Course you're gonna be okay. You've got me at the helm, don't ya? Old Ulthane's got a plan to set you humans back on track... Just have to trust me, eh?"

"We do trust you. And... thanks. I feel better."

"S'what I'm here for."

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[If you find 10 survivors]

"Getting a bit busy in here now, isn't it? A lot of new faces."

"Busy? Hmm. If you need me to carve out another chamber for extra space, I can-"

"-No! Ulthane, that's not... It's okay. I wasn't complaining. Busy is good. I prefer busy."

"... Aye, I'm with you there."

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[If you find all the survivors]

"I can't believe there's so many of us now! I didn't think this many people would have survived!"

"Mmhm, the Horseman's been busy. S'nice to have a lot of wee ones knockin' about the tree."

"You make us sound like a bunch of children."

[Gentle laugh] "If you knew how old I was, Lad, you'd feel like a bunch of children."

#darksiders #darksiders 3 #ulthane #Humans #survivors #post apocalyptic

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frashka · 1 year ago

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I think one of my favourite motifs in farcille is their hand holding tbh because I'm so sure it was intentional, Ryoko Kui is just like that

So, as we know, Falin and Marcille are already very, VERY tactile with each other, but an important separate detail is their hands. They always hold hands when something important and even culminating for them happens. By taking Falin's hand as a child, Marcille takes on a completely new and an unknown life, allowing Falin to teach her something new, to show her something important. By accepting Falin's hand, she accepts new knowledge into her life, new possibilities and, importantly, lets someone to be close to her.

It's also important how Ryouko Kui focuses on their hands when Falin's handing Marcille raspberries, because it's another symbol of Marcille accepting new things and knowledge, thanks to Falin.

Curious and lively and expressive Marcille we, as an audience, know is like that because of Falin in her life. Because she took Falin's hand and let her show Marcille something new. We saw Marcille before that, a little arrogant in her knowledge, and so different from someone we know: serious, unemotional and not so happy. She's lonely. And we see her like that twice in the story: before Falin stepped into her life, and when Falin (in Marcille's head) left her behind. Three years should feel like nothing for a half-elf, right? But Marcille felt that time passing, even mistaken it for four years with how Falin's absence affected her.

Moving forward, it's really important just how much focus we get on Marcille's hands during the resurrection scene: her drawing blood from her palm, powering Ambrosia with it, carefully rearranging Falin's skeleton bone to bone. Despite being pretty fastidious and clean most of the time, here she stains her hands both with dragon's blood and her own.

And after all that, The Bath Scene happens.

Ryouko Kui dedicates THREE panels to their hand holding. Anime adapted this scene nicely, but in manga we feel that slow pacing that makes the whole gesture even more special. It's the act, the way Marcille freezes on the spot, it's how she almost reciprocates before realising what Falin is doing (and ends it more out of concern for Falin's health). This whole scene is about love, trust, care and devotion. Falin realised with what methods Marcille brought her back to life, she knows how dangerous and illegal and draining this magic was and still she trusted Marcille. She takes her hands here because she loves Marcille, because she's greatful to her and because she's worried about her wellbeing. Remember how Marcille cut her palm, how she moved Falin's bones with her bloodied hands? There's a lot about these devoted hands and how tenderly Falin holds them in her own.

Finally, we see the scene before Falin's sacrifice.

It's subtle here, but once again we see Falin holding Marcille's hands. This is the moment when we — when Marcille — understand that this devotion goes both ways. That Falin doesn’t care who gets hurt, who she hurts, she doesn’t care about her own life, as long as it means that her brother and Marcille are alive and safe. They are the most important people in Falin's whole world, and by taking Marcille's hand in hers she tries to soothe her and tell her that everything's alright. That she loves her, she loves Laois, and she wants to make sure that they're safe.

Their devotion goes both ways and runs horrifyingly deep with what they're ready to sacrifice for eachother.

#dungeon meshi #farcille #marcille donato #falin touden #i hate them so so much you have no idea #ryouko kui i KNOW you did this intentionally you fucking genius #ough

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appocalipse · 1 year ago

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hello ♥ i'd like to request faded photograph + antique lock and key set with steve. maybe after what happened in s4 with steve and nancy and all that r decides to leave hawkins because she's sure he still loves nancy and she wants to move on? and if you want it could have a happy ending with one of those super cute love confessions ♥♥♥

ahhhh this is so steve! ♥ (also this is my version where eddie and max are alive and fine and hawkins is safe again)

visit amy's flea market ♥

"I need to tell you something."

Steve is not sure he likes the tone of your voice. It's somber, serious. His gut clenches, and for a brief moment, he scares himself with the thought that something might be wrong with you, something he might not be able to help with.

And it's raining outside, for God's sake. It's never good news on a rainy day like this, is it?

"Everything... everything is fine?"

"Yeah. Yes, everything is...fine."

You smile, but Steve notices it doesn't quite reach your eyes.

You look at him as if the words are stuck in your throat, as if they're heavy and you desperately want to get rid of them.

Finally, you clear your throat.

"I'm leaving."

Steve feels as if the wind has been knocked out of him. "What?"

"I'm leaving. Hawkins, I mean. Tomorrow."

You shrug, as if you're not sure what else to do with your arms, and then you turn around and Steve can't even attempt to read your expressions anymore.

He knows you've been thinking about college and your future, but he thought... well, he thought you'd stay. You'd told him months ago that you were actually planning to stay. And now...

Steve clears his throat, trying to keep his voice steady. And because he's sure this can't be happening, he double-checks, "For...for good?"

"Yeah. For good."

The silence between you feels like a living thing, thick and suffocating. Steve can feel the weight of it pressing down on him, making it hard to breathe. He wants to say something, anything, but nothing comes out. He's not sure if he's in shock or if he's just too stunned to form words.

"Why?" The question finally escapes him. "Why are you leaving?"

You turn back to him, and for a moment, Steve thinks he sees a glimmer of something in your eyes. Is it... sadness? Regret?

"I...I'm not sure, I guess," you say. "Just...why not?"

The words sound pathetic even to your own ears, but you can't help it. It's not like you don't love this place, this town, your friends... Steve. You do. You love it all.

Too much.

And it's different now. Hawkins is safe. The kids are safe. You're out of excuses to stay and get your heart broken a little further. It feels like it's time to move on, to leave behind the shadow of the Upside Down, to stop waiting for something to happen.

But Steve looks at you like you're making the biggest mistake of your life, and then he says the last words you'd expect him to say right now. "You want to leave and you don't even know why?"

It's not anger in his voice, but it's close. It's desperation and fear and a kind of raw pain that you'd expect to see in the eyes of someone who's just been told they have a terminal illness or something.

"I just..." you stammer, feeling the weight of his gaze pressing down on you. "I have to."

Steve shakes his head, looking as if he's trying to will you to stay. "You don't have to."

"Yes I do! In a way that you don't understand."

"Then explain it to me!"

You're angry now, and a little hurt. All of your other friends supported your decision; Eddie, the kids. Nancy. And out of all of them, Steve is your best friend. Shouldn't he understand most of all?

"It's not that easy! You don't understand what it's like here! I can't...I can't just stay!"

Steve takes a step back, clearly hurt. "What do you mean I don't understand?"

"I mean..." You trail off, feeling helpless.

What are you supposed to do? Tell him how you are such a coward you cannot stand to see him and Nancy find their way back to each other?

"...doesn't matter," you murmur. "Doesn't matter. You'll be fine, okay? You have... everyone."

The words taste bitter in your mouth, and you can tell they're not sitting well with Steve. He looks at you like you've just slapped him, and you feel a pang of guilt. But what else can you do? You can't tell him the truth. You can't tell him that you're leaving because you're terrified of never getting over your stupid feelings for him, of watching him and Nancy falling in love with each other all over again.

You can't tell him that every time you think about it, you feel like you're drowning.

"Look," you say, forcing a smile, "it's not like I'm never coming back or anything. I'll...I'll visit. And...and I'll...call."

Steve doesn't return your smile. He just looks at you for a long moment, his eyes searching yours, as if he's trying to find something. Something that you've been keeping hidden. And then he shakes his head, and a small, sad smile finally tugs at the corner of his lips.

"You know what?" he says, his voice barely above a whisper. "Maybe...maybe I should come with you."

You look at him, stunned. You hadn't even considered the possibility. Steve...leaving Hawkins? With you? It's a strange, surreal thought, and...no. Absolutely not.

That would totally ruin your plan.

"What?"

"Yeah," Steve says, surprising you again. "I mean...why not? It's not like I've got anything keeping me here. And maybe...maybe it'd be good for me to get away. You know? See something new, do something different."

He looks at you, hope in his eyes. And for a moment, you almost consider it. Almost. Because it's so much easier saying yes to Steve than saying no. You could be together, away from all the memories and the reminders of everything you've been through...but you'd still be just friends.

He'd be with you everyday, and that's the last thing you need.

You can't stand the thought of watching him find someone else, fall in love, and live happily ever after. Of course, you want him to have all of those things; you just don't want to watch.

Steve seems to sense your hesitation, his hope fading.

"You don't want me in your life," it's not a question.

You panic.

"No! I mean...I do, I..." You can feel the words tumbling out of you before you even realize what you're saying. "You just..."

"Is that why you want me to stay here? Just so you don't have to deal with me anymore?"

"No!" You shake your head violently. "Of course not! That's not it at all!"

But the words feel hollow, even to you. Because in some twisted, secret part of your mind, that's exactly how you feel. You want him to stay here, where it's safe, where he can't get close to you, where he can't hurt you. You know it's selfish, but you can't help it.

Steve's expression softens, and he takes a step closer. "Be honest with me."

You make an effort not to move.

"I'm sorry," you manage to say, your voice barely audible. "I don't want you to come with me, but it's not because...I just...I don't think it's a good idea. It'd be better for you to stay here, where you belong. You deserve...you deserve to be happy. Your life is here, your job...she is here."

"She?"

"Nance."

Steve's face twists into a bitter grimace. "What does Nancy have to do with anything?"

"I just mean...well, c'mon, she was your first love, and you still love her, it's clear, a-and now she's single again-"

"Wait, wait, wait, hold on a second here," Steve says, his voice suddenly raised. "Nancy? You think I'm still in love with Nancy? You're kidding, right?"

You blink, surprised by the vehemence in his tone. But Steve has always been…protective of his feelings, refusing to really understand them. You had seen how he and Nance looked at each other when no one was around, how he would light up whenever she was near...even when you were in the Upside Down, fighting for your lives, Steve's eyes would sometimes drift towards Nancy, his expression softening.

It's obvious to you.

"Forget it," you say. "It's none of my business, I just...I want you to be happy."

"I am happy," Steve says, his voice low. "I'm happy with you here."

It feels like the air has been sucked out of the room. You want to say something, to apologize or explain or reassure...but you can't find the words, and with the way Steve is looking at you now, you're not even sure what it is you want to say anymore.

"Steve," you murmur in a small, quiet voice, your heart feeling like it's tearing in two.

He takes another step closer, and you feel your heart start to race. He cups your face in his hands, his touch gentle but firm, and leans in until his breath is warm against your lips. "Don't go anywhere," he asks.

Right this moment, you're not entirely sure you'd be able to if you tried.

Your feelings are confused enough. Being this close doesn't help.

"Steve," his name rolling off your tongue is somewhere between a plea and a warning as you look up into his eyes, chest heaving. You tell yourself you want to pull away, that you simply can't find the strength.

"You really think that?" he whispers. "You really think I'm still in love with her?"

His hands are still cupping your face, his thumbs brushing against your cheeks as his lips part, and he slowly leans in, closer, until his nose is almost touching yours.

You fist your hands in the fabric of his shirt, trying to will yourself not to give in to this, to not feel this way, to not want this. "Please don't," you manage to choke out. "Don't do this."

His lips brush against yours, soft and hesitant. "Don't do what?" he whispers against your mouth. "Don't love you?"

"Steve." Desperation. Feels like the world is spinning out of control.

He pulls back, eyes searching yours. "What do you want me to do?"

Your throat feels tight. "Don't do this," you manage to whisper. "Don't choose me because you think I'm a consolation prize."

He frowns, confusion flitting across his features. "What are you talking about?"

You swallow hard, feeling the tears burning at the back of your eyes. "I don't want you to do this just because you don't want me to leave, or because you're lonely, or-"

Steve cuts you off with a gentle shake of his head. "I know that's not true, and you know that's not true," he says, his voice soft. "But if it's what you need to hear..."

He kisses you properly this time.

It's the kind of kiss that makes your toes curl, your heart skip a beat, and your stomach flip-flop. It's the kind of kiss that leaves you breathless, and a little dizzy, and more than a little bit in love. It's the kind of kiss that tells you, without a single word being spoken, that you are wanted, and cherished, and loved.

"Do you feel like a consolation prize when I do this?" he whispers against your lips. And he kisses you again, slowly, his weight pressing you against the wall. You feel the warmth of his body against yours, the hardness of his muscles beneath your fingertips. "Or when I do this?"

He trails his lips down your neck, leaving a trail of tiny kisses behind. You sigh, arching into him, and he chuckles softly.

"Steve..."

"Or this?"

He pulls back slightly, cupping your face with his hands, looking into your eyes as he trails his thumbs across your cheekbones. The softness of his touch catches you off guard. His gaze is intense, searching, and you feel like maybe he can see something there that no one else ever could.

"Do you really feel like a consolation prize?" Steve gently brushes his nose against yours. He smiles. "Because if you do..." He leans in, lips parting just enough for his breath to tease across your skin. "...I'll prove you wrong."

"Actually," you smile, feeling the warmth spread from your chest up to your cheeks. You wrap your arms around his neck. "I think I might need some more... convincing."

Steve grins, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "Well, then." He leans in, pressing his lips against yours in a soft, gentle kiss. "I guess that's what I'll have to do."

#steve harrington x reader #steve harrington #steve harrington x you #steve harrington oneshot #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington fanfic #steve harrington x fem!reader #steve harrington fluff #steve harrington angst #steve x you #steve x reader #stranger things fanfic #stranger things imagine #steve harrington drabble #🏷️ amy's flea market #amy's flea market

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