yourlocalmisthios

[yourlocalmisthios]

𝐚 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐩𝐭. 𝐢𝐢

𝐤𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐫𝐚 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

୨ৎ 𝐩𝐭. 𝐢

‧₊˚── Synopsis: A small update on life in Lalaia with The Eagle Bearer and her two favorite girls.

Word Count: 1.6k Content/Warnings: sfw, slightly suggestive, kassandra gets hurt, (spoiler! canon divergence; kassandra isn't immortal for the sake of the story and also because why would they do that to her) but other than that, it's fluff all around! A/N: i honestly wasn't planning a pt. 2 to this headcanon, so it is on the shorter side (although pt. 1 was actually really long for a headcanon lol) but i was SO excited to get an anon request for another part! i love love love writing for kassandra, so please don't hesitate to send in more requests for her! i'm actually begging u. anyway! enjoy!

𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞, 𝐁𝐞𝐞 ୨ৎ

 ──˚₊୨ৎ‧₊˚──

୨ৎ Three moons have passed since the day you left your father’s estate for good

୨ৎ The decision had cost you everything you owed to him; your riches, your status, your chances at marrying above your station

୨ৎ But your little house in Lalaia; that you owed to your mother, and that, she ensured was left to you, and you only

୨ৎ And even after an entire Spring, you still haven’t looked back

୨ৎ Not when Phoibe is thriving; learning how to read and write, how to hunt and fish, how to play Ephedrismos and Petteia with all of her new friends

୨ৎ Not when a certain Misthios has taken to spending most of her time at your little house in Lalaia, too

୨ৎ After all, you’d promised her that, here, she’d always have a place to call home

୨ৎ Kassandra still isn’t used to the domesticity you offer her, and she’s not sure she ever will be

୨ৎ She still isn’t used to the feeling of relief that washes over her as she approaches the house after a long day’s work

୨ৎ She isn’t used to the way Phoibe darts down the stairs, barreling toward her with outstretched arms as soon as “Kassandra’s home!”

୨ৎ She isn’t used to dinners at the kitchen table, or arguing with Phoibe about when bedtime is, or your embrace after bedtime…

୨ৎ She isn’t used to waking up and finding that you haven’t left; that you aren’t just a one-night stand, that you want more from her than her sword or her skill in bed

୨ৎ But worst of all, she never gets used to bidding the two of you farewell when it’s time to take a contract that puts her on the road for days at a time

୨ৎ Both you and the misthios know that the nature of her work isn’t quite conducive to domestic bliss; in fact, she’d warned you of this before moving in on a more official basis

୨ৎ But she promises to stay safe- promises that she knows she’s got her girls to make it home to- and you promise to trust that she will 

୨ৎ So, when the inevitable happens- when she takes a risky contract, travels to dangerous parts, and is greeted by far more enemies than she was expecting- she figures that this is where her time in Lalaia ends

୨ৎ Figures that she’ll come home, cuts and bruises unhealed and ribs still sore, and you’ll decide it isn’t worth it; that she isn’t worth it

୨ৎ And for the first time, she approaches your little house in Lalaia, takes in the pink blossoms of the trees your mother had planted long ago and the setting sun's light bathing the old stone, and she doesn’t feel relieved

୨ৎ She feels afraid

୨ৎ Her stomach twists as Phoibe scampers over to greet her, and her face twists when small arms wrap around bruised ribs, squeezing as tightly as they can

୨ৎ She doesn’t correct or chide the girl; it’d been a week since she left, after all, and she knows Phoibe hates for her to be away for that long

୨ৎ But she knows you catch it; sees the way your brows pull together in concern as soon as she winces

୨ৎ You call out to Phoibe from where you’re leaning against the doorframe, instructing her to run down to the market for a fresh loaf of bread in preparation for dinner with a firmness that leaves no room for backtalk

୨ৎ And as soon as the girl obeys, skipping down the hill to the street, your hand is outstretched, beckoning Kassandra to come in and sit

୨ৎ Her appraising gaze never leaves your face as you deftly remove her armor, press lightly against her ribs, wipe away at cuts and smear honey onto scrapes

୨ৎ She’s confused; your touch is so gentle, your expression just as soft, just as kind

୨ৎ And when you place a cup of wine and some bread down in front of her before tucking a tendril of dark hair behind her ear, she looks at you like you’ve gone mad

୨ৎ “You okay?” You exhale, sitting down across from her

୨ৎ She doesn’t answer for a moment; just stares, still searching for the disappointment she was sure she’d find on your face upon her arrival in this state 

୨ৎ “Agapi mou,” you urge, now getting worried that she’d hit her head, too

୨ৎ You reach across your quaint kitchen table to take her hand in your own, and she snaps herself from her trance with a few rapid blinks

୨ৎ When she finally speaks, her voice is quiet, tentative

୨ৎ “You aren’t… You aren’t mad?”

୨ৎ You return her expression of confusion

୨ৎ “Mad? Why would I be mad? Should I be mad? Oh, Gods… what did you do? I told you, no more catching frogs with Phoibe and sending them to my pater’s estate-”

୨ৎ “No, no…” she interrupts with a chuckle and a wave of dismissal, “no more frogs, agapi. I haven’t broken that promise… yet.”

୨ৎ You scoff, standing up with a smirk and sitting back down on her lap, gentle as you settle in and wrap your arms around her shoulders

୨ৎ “Then what is it, if you’ve been good after all?” you smile down at her

୨ৎ Her arms snake around your waist, and her thumbs rub circles into your hips; a motion that you’ve come to learn is more for her own sake than yours

୨ৎ She sighs, shakes her head, looks up at you with wonder

୨ৎ “I just… I thought you’d change your mind.”

୨ৎ You tilt your head to the side, a silent request for an elaboration

୨ৎ “Look,” she sighs, sore shoulders slouching, “I know this- being with me- isn’t easy. I know it isn’t easy for you to be left behind for days, waiting for me to come back, knowing it might not always be in one piece, or worse…”

୨ৎ She can’t bring herself to say it

୨ৎ It might be the first time in a long time that she’s really let herself admit it; that she isn’t invincible, that she isn’t immortal 

୨ৎ That if there had been one more man prepared to stand against her on this past trip, she might not have come back to you at all

୨ৎ She clenches her jaw as her stomach twists again; the same way it had when Phoibe had greeted her, and her first thought was that she hoped the girl wouldn't notice the purple bruise flowering across her cheekbone

୨ৎ And suddenly, she feels sick

୨ৎ Phoibe. She can’t do this Phoibe; can’t promise that she’ll always make it back home to catch frogs, knowing that promise is empty

୨ৎ She swallows against the lump in her throat, and blinks away at the hot tears pricking her eyes

୨ৎ “I know it isn’t easy. And I… I won’t hold it against you if you decide this isn’t what you want.” 

୨ৎ A heavy silence settles over the room

୨ৎ And then, you cradle her face in both of your hands, guiding her to look at you, and the smile you bear is so sweet, so warm, she nearly has to look away because she doesn’t think she deserves it

୨ৎ “Kassandra,” you speak, low and steady, “I didn’t ask for easy. I asked for you.”

୨ৎ Your thumbs gingerly trace high cheekbones littered in scrapes as you let your words sink in

୨ৎ “I knew what I was getting into. You told me what I was getting into. You haven’t misled me, and I haven’t chosen anything I wasn’t prepared for.”

୨ৎ She exhales shakily

୨ৎ “You aren’t upset?” ୨ৎ “Only that you were hurt,” you assure with an apologetic smile. "But you’re here now. That’s all I want. You, here.”

୨ৎ It’s later that night when, for the first time. Kassandra shares a long-held dream

୨ৎ She’s already bare in bed, waiting underneath the covers as you oil your skin after a bath

୨ৎ “You know, every once in a while,” she begins, propping her head up with the palm of her hand, “I think it might be nice to open up a stall in the agora.”

୨ৎ You turn your head to her, but you don’t respond; not yet

୨ৎ Because Kassandra is no Sokrates; she doesn’t muse for the sake of musing, and certainly doesn’t speak for the sake of hearing her own voice

୨ৎ She may only be bringing this daydream up now, but knowing her, it’s something she’s been contemplating far more than she’s letting on

୨ৎ So, you give her a small smile and a nod, and let her share without interruption, knowing she’ll arrive at the conclusion she’s searching for in time

୨ৎ “Phoibe’s a damn good fisher, and I think she’d have fun learning to sail, too. We could go out on the water every weekend to stock up for a fish stall during the week. I think that might be nice… you know… putting the spear down for a change.”

୨ৎ And there it is

୨ৎ This isn’t about fishing, or sailing, or a stall in the agora

୨ৎ It’s about making a promise to her girls that she’ll always come home, and doing everything in her power to keep it, even if it means leaving the life she’s led for over a decade behind

୨ৎ Because this life- the life she has with you and Phoibe, the life she swore she couldn’t ever have- is worth settling down for

୨ৎ You are worth worth settling down for

୨ৎ And you’ve only ever made her feel like she's worth settling down for, too

୨ৎ So, she takes her chances; accepts one last contract and makes one last trip without you

୨ৎ And as she rides up to your little house in Lalaia when it's all said and done, she rummages through her bag one last time for the ring she’d bought on the way back

──˚₊ 𝐄𝐍𝐃 ‧₊˚──

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Thanks for the warning.

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Fucking Kassandra in a suit…could she be anymore perfect. I needed so much more of this in my life.

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Nothing bad ever happens when an assassin and a templar fall in love right?☺️

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Lena Luthor in every episode ♡ 5x09 Crisis On Infinite Earths

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Head empty only my Kassandra

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KATIE MCGRATH - The Merlin Archives (3/?)

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Pharah x Mercy oneshot ♡

༺ ˖࣪ ∗ 𓆩♡𓆪 ∗ ˖࣪ ༻

contains: nsfw, fingering, mentioning of other overwatch characters

hope you enjoy <𝟯

⊹ ⋆ﾟ꒰ఎ ♥︎ ໒꒱ ⋆ﾟ⊹

It was a warm summer day when Angela decided to spend time at the beach with her beautiful girlfriend, Fareeha. They packed blankets, water bottles and a few extra clothes for later. Wanting to make it more fun, they invited their friends Hana and Kiriko - turning it into a relaxed double date.

Angela was lying on the beach, trying to get a tan this summer — something that never really worked for her. She wore sunglasses and tried to take a nap. The other three were off having fun, playing volleyball. Giggles and laughter could be heard from a distance, but Angela didn’t mind. She was enjoying the quiet for a while, until Fareeha walked up to her. How are you doing, beautiful?” Fareeha asked with a soft smile as she sat down beside her partner. Hana and Kiriko had wandered off toward the supermarket —probably to grab some ice cream.

“I’m doing fine… hey, could you put some sunscreen on me?” Angela asked, her voice relaxed and a little playful. Fareeha nodded with a smile and took the bottle of sunscreen in her hands. Angela shifted positions, lying on her stomach with a relaxed sigh. The Egyptian squeezed a small amount of sunscreen into her palm and gently began to rub it into her girlfriend’s back, her fingers moving in slow, soothing circles. Fareeha’s hands glided down to Angela’s legs, spreading sunscreen over her thick thighs before moving up to her perfectly shaped ass. Her fingers lingered, slipping lower—just enough to brush the sensitive skin near Angela’s pussy. The sudden contact made Angela jolt, but she quickly relaxed again, letting out a soft, needy sigh. Fareeha noticed the reaction instantly and let a small smirk curl across her lips—she couldn’t resist teasing her girlfriend a little. She moved lower, her touch slowing as she spread sunscreen along Angela’s inner thighs, her fingers deliberately brushing over her bare, already sensitive pussy. Angela responded by arching her back slightly, her perky ass lifting just a little higher. Fareeha took full advantage, delivering a playful slap to one cheek and grinning at the soft squeak it drew from her. Thankfully, the beach was nearly deserted, and the other two were still nowhere in sight.

“Do you want me to finger your pretty little pussy? Right here on the beach?” Fareeha asked, her voice low and teasing.

Angela’s cheeks flushed deep red as she gave a shy nod. „Wow… you really can’t control yourself, huh?” Fareeha smirked, clearly enjoying the effect she had on her. The younger one slid her beautiful bikini bottoms down, fully revealing her bare, smooth ass. Fareeha’s hand found its way to Angela’s wet pussy, already glistening with desire. She couldn’t help but smile at how needy she was. She slid her middle finger into the doctor’s pussy, savoring the tight, heated walls around her. Angela instinctively arched her back, lifting her ass higher and silently begging for more. A loud moan escaped Angela’s lips as Fareeha slipped her index finger in alongside. The wet sounds between her legs mixed with the relaxing waves in the distance, but neither of them paid attention to the world around them. Fareeha curled her fingers just right, searching for that spot that made Angela lose herself completely. She watched her girlfriend’s body tremble with each thrust. “F-Fareeha—” Angela gasped, her voice barely a whisper. Fareeha leaned down, lips brushing against her ear. “Come for me,” she murmured, voice low and commanding. That was all it took. Angela’s entire body tensed, her breath catching in her throat—then she shattered with a loud moan. Her pussy clenched tightly around Fareeha’s fingers, soaking them as pleasure. Fareeha didn’t stop immediately—her fingers slowed but stayed inside her. “Good job, baby,” said the tanned woman with a proud smile, her fingers still glistening.

Angela blushed, barely able to meet her eyes. “What about you?” she asked, sitting up and tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.

“Later,” Fareeha replied with a wink and a warm, reassuring smile.

In the distance, Hana and Kiriko reappeared, each holding a popsicle in hand. As they approached, Kiriko called out, “Hey guys! We brought you some ice cream!”. The group laughed, settling down together on their blankets, sharing bites and stories as the sun dipped lower. The rest of the evening passed in warm light and easy smiles.

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Kassandra made her way to the stables and alerted a few guards to prepare and accompany them. She ensured Morgana’s horse was in good condition and that the saddle was secure. Her wife wasn’t pregnant yet, and somehow she was already checking on her safety with a growing sense of obsession…

She also carried a small pouch filled with gold coins; perhaps she would want to buy something along the way. But what truly excited her was the precious cargo that had arrived in the city early that morning. She couldn’t wait to get her hands on it.

She wondered to herself if it would be appropriate… a question only Morgana could answer once she saw it.

She took the horses by the reins and led them to the courtyard, waiting for Morgana to join her so they could both mount and set off toward their destination. With any luck, it would be a short, peaceful journey without any surprises. The day was beautiful too—nothing could possibly go wrong.

— Starter for @yourlocalmisthios —

𝔏𝔦𝔱𝔱𝔩𝔢 𝔉𝔢𝔢𝔱

Trigger warning :

mention of pregnancy & children

They had spoken about it , it was decided , there would soon be little feet .

“We need to decorate the nursery ,” they had already chosen the room , the chambers right next to their own which had prior been the servant’s . They had asked her to move one down and she had . She ( Morgana ) was more than willing to work on things in advance , even if they weren’t yet carrying one .

“We can make it our colors , reds , purples , what do you think ?”

And of course they had begun to try , the help and use of magic made it possible that their children would be both of theirs .

“I know we still have to wait and then we shall have another long wait but ..” but it excited her to prepare , she had never thought that she would be able to have this in the first place . Then again she’d never thought she was going to have a wife either .

“Perhaps starting now to prepare will be good ,” perhaps it would somehow influence the magic ? Wishful thinking perhaps .

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BBC Merlin except they all come back in 2012

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are you loud in bed?

you could say that

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Thinking about @jazzfordshire Mean Boss UA today and needed to sketch it...

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Assassin's Creed Odyssey | The Goddesses' Hunt

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I think this song fits her

https://open.spotify.com/track/1HaIyzJYe6R5SejJFS0LS3?si=qTvjQzkOR5eSs67u-mztgg

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The breeze carried the scent of damp earth and freshly cut grass.

Kassandra knelt beside a young olive tree, her strong hands sinking into the soil with natural ease.

Her fingers, so used to the weight of spear and sword, now moved with a tenderness that was almost reverent.

Each handful of earth was a silent promise. It wasn’t a conquest. It wasn’t a war. It was simply belonging. Becoming part of something that would live beyond her.

The fragrance she wore —citrusy, earthy, as clean as the mountain winds— blended effortlessly the natural scent of the fields.

Her breathing was deep and steady, as if she wanted to absorb the entire world with each heartbeat.

In that moment, Kassandra was not the Misthios...

Not the daughter of fallen kings or the heroine of future legends.

She was simply a woman, knees buried in the soil, hair tangled by the wind, a small and genuine smile curving her lips.

For the first time in a long while, she felt no urgency, no weight upon her shoulders.

Only that ancient and eternal freedom, older than the gods themselves.

A whisper in her blood reminding her she was both root and wing.

Earth and wind.

Warrior and sower.

A living part of everything she once dreamed of protecting.

She closed her eyes, letting the breeze play with her hair.

And she smiled, at peace.