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"You want me to what?"

"Hey, it's not that big of a deal-... yeah, no, it's... it's a big deal." Jason winced, brows furrowing while he flexed his hands around his mug.

Coffee- of course it was, though it was far too late in the day for even more caffeine, or so you'd scolded him once again.

You were staring at him, slack jawed, eyes widened just slightly as a brief huff of disbelief left your lips.

"Jay, you just told me you want me to meet your family. In what world is that not a big deal?!" You exclaimed, your tone a little more screeching than you'd liked.

He sighed, shoulders dropping ever so slightly, his eyes turned away as a frown etched itself onto his features.

"It's just Roy and Dick, s'not really meeting my family." He mumbled, toying with the handle of his cup, scratching his nails against the ceramic.

"Look, you don't have to, alright? I just thought-... I guess I don't really know what I thought."

Your heart ached. You've never seen him so defeated. So utterly downtrodden. His back slouched, head hung low while his gaze was focused on anything but you.

That heartbreaking glimmer in his eyes that never failed to make your own water.

Gently, you pried the mug from his grip and set it aside, taking his hands in yours.

The action made Jason avert his attention back to you, looking like a kicked puppy.

"I do want to meet them. I really, really do. Because they are your family, whether you want to admit it or not." You smiled softly, watching as he lit up immediately, a huff of relief making his chest feel lighter.

"I'm just nervous. And worried, I suppose? What they'll think, you know. I'm sure that I'm not exactly what they imagine when they think of your girlfriend." You chuckled nervously.

Jason, on the other hand, looked confused. Eyes narrowed, You-can-see-the-gears-turning-but-nothing-is-happening confused.

"What in the fuck is that supposed to mean?"

You cackled at the expression on his face and the goofy tone of his voice.

"Okay, let me put it like this. You're family is a bunch of buff, unfairly jacked and lean super geniuses. Not to mention how good the girls look. And Kori? She's a literal space princess! I just feel like I don't quite fit in. Can you imagine someone like me at one of those Galas? They would lose their minds-"

"'Someone like you? You mean a gorgeous, beautiful, stunning plump lady with a brain so big I sometimes wonder how your neck is still intact? You mean someone like that? Because we could use more of that, trust me." He chuckled dryly.

"Also, you're hot as fuck." He deadpanned, blankly staring at you.

You playfully rolled your eyes, tracing the space between his knuckles.

"A. I know, B. you're biased. I mean, they all probably expect you to date some super model." You explained, sighing.

You knew your worth. You knew that you were beautiful and perfect just they way you are, even beginning to love yourself.

But when challenged with a family full of hotties like the Wayne's plus Gotham's elite, it was hard not to feel just a little out of place with all your curves, bumps and pudge.

Jason's lips were pressed together in a thin line before he inhaled sharply and pinned you down with his gaze.

"Alright, first of all, they have no expectation of who I'd date because I was fuckin' dead, and when I came back my only interest was revenge and smashing peoples heads in. If anything they thought I would die alone."

The bluntness of his words and the expecting raise in his brows had you shell shocked, and pleasantly surprised.

"You're making problems for yourself that don't exist, ladybird." His tone turned soft as did his eyes, enveloping your heart in a blanket of warmth.

"So, respectfully, you don't have a point." He concluded for you, leaning back against the couch with a satisfied noise.

"Huh, I guess I don't." You breathed out, a smile spreading on your face while Jason already sported a wicked grin.

"There ya go. Now, can I brag about my hot, smart and curvaceous girlfriend to my dickhead brother and loser best friend? Because, sweetheart, you're one hell of a woman." He smirked, leaning in to get you all hot and bothered by his proximity.

You bit your lip, trying to act unaffected by his antics.

"Okay, fine," You groaned, feigning annoyance, "But only because I love you." You finished, failing to hide the smile on your face.

In one swift motion, Jason grabbed you and pulled you into his lap, your back pressed firmly to his chest. You let out a startled noise that morphed into a laugh.

"See? Just had to butter you up a bit, pretty girl." He nosed at your neck, a grin showing off his pearly whites while his arms were snaked around your middle.

"What can I say? You have a way with words." You smirked, looking back at him over your shoulder.

Jason chuckled and turned you in his lap, making you face him.

"I do have a very skilled tongue, as you know." He winked at you, kneading the fat of your hips in his hands.

You groaned and rolled your eyes before grinning and pinching his cheek.

"So, you up for tomorrow? It'll just be at a shitty bar somewhere. They won't judge you, I promise. And if they do, they can take it up with Fuck-" Jason raised one arm and flexed his bicep, "and You." With a wide smile, he lifted his other arm, and you watched as his muscles practically inflated.

You giggled, squeezing his arm with an approving nod of your head.

"I'll be there. I just have some errands to run, so I'll meet you at the place, yeah?" You replied sweetly, pressing a kiss to the tip of his nose.

Jason's face scrunched up at your kiss, making him look like an adorable little bunny.

"Sounds good, ladybird." He replied, smiling.

There was something hiding beneath that smile, though. Something sinister. Mischievous. You squinted your eyes at him.

"... What are you up to?" You asked suspiciously, crossing your arms over your chest.

"Who? Me? I'm not up to anything." He replied sweetly, batting his lashes at you.

"Mhm." You hummed, searching for a hint in his teal eyes.

You could see his resolve cracking, his gaze breaking from your for just a split second. You continued to stare at him. Jason cleared his throat and gave you a tight smile before striking.

Quickly, he pushed you off his lap, making you stumble to the floor of your living room on shaky legs before he lowered himself to the ground, hooking one arm around your knees and hoisting you over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes.

You screeched, digging your hands into his hoodie so you wouldn't fall.

"What the fuck! What are you doing?!" You screamed, cracking into a smile when you heard Jason cackle mischievously.

He moved quickly, rounding the couch and any obstacles with ease.

"Well, you see, I've been stumblin' over my words all day. Care to help me loosen up my tongue at bit, doll?" He grinned, hurrying to your bedroom.

"Jason!-"

Your voice burst with a laugh before you were interrupted by a loud crack when his hand met the back of your thigh.

You gasped, quickly followed by a slap against his clothed back.

"Remember that name, angel. I have a feeling you'll be using it a lot tonight."

.·:*¨༺ ༻¨*:·.

"So, she coming?" Roy asked curiously, settling back into the deep-set lounge with his drink.

The redhead was seated in the middle, between the brothers, earning a shove and an annoyed eyeroll from Jason.

Dick snickered, taking a sip of his beverage.

"Why are you so obsessed with my girl, dude?"

"We just wanna make sure she's real. I'd hate to break you out of Arkham again, little wing." Dick grinned from behind the rim of his glass.

"Wow." Roy clicked his tongue, nodding along to the diabolical comment.

Jason only stared at his brother blankly, blinking once, then twice.

"Too far?" Dick asked, wincing slightly.

"Whaddya think, dickhead?" Roy sighed sharply.

"You should be so glad that I'm in therapy. Otherwise I woulda wiped the floor with you right now." Jason mumbled, taking a swig of his drink.

"It's the Piña Coladas talking." His brother chuckled awkwardly.

Jason just snorted, leaning against the soft cushions.

"To answer your question, yes, she's coming." Roy lit up, excitedly setting his beer down on the table.

"Really? So we get to meet the fabled ladybird, huh?" The redhead grinned, bumping his shoulder with Jason's.

He only shook his head and playfully rolled his eyes at Roy.

"Why didn't she come with you, then?" Dick asked, brows furrowed.

"Had to stop by the craft store." Jason replied simply, finishing his drink.

"Oh, so it's like that? You really did get yourself a pretty little thing, didn't you?" Dick smirked, watching as Jason chuckled in response.

"Dickhead's right. They not only make pieces of art, they are ones." Roy agreed.

Dick scoffed at the nickname.

"She's pretty alright. Looks like she belongs in the Louvre." Jason responded with a smile, then immediately regretting that decision when Roy and Dick began to look like the cheshire cat.

"Ooooo, Jay's in looooove." Roy teased with a chuckle.

"Did little wing find an even littler wing? That's adorable." Duck sniffled, wiping a faux tear from his lashline.

Jason grumbled in response, flipping them off.

"At least I didn't cheat on my girl." He mumbled sharply, hiding behind his second -or third?- glass of the night.

Dick's smile fell and he was reduced to a muttering mess, pouting like a child.

"God, you guys are actual children. Can I have one night-"

they both glanced at Roy when he stopped speaking, his lips parted as he stared at the entrance of the bar.

"You're lettin' flies in, carrot top." Jason said blankly.

Roy let out a low whistle, loosely gesturing to the bar before a smirk cracked on his face.

"Look at that piece of Eye Candy over there."

Dick followed his line of sight.

"Fuck me." He cursed, eyes wide.

"Look at those hips, jesus-"

"Now that's a woman."

Jason was mid sip, uninterested in this mystery woman ordering a drink at the bar. But, he glanced up anyway, only to choke on his drink when his eyes landed on you.

He sputtered, coughing as he felt the alcohol go up his nose.

"Woah, she got you good, didn't she?" Roy teased with a laugh, patting his back.

"Yep.." Jason croaked out, holding back a laugh.

"I'm telling ladybird." Dick said quickly.

Snitch.

"When will she be here anyway? It's been a while." He questioned, pulling up his sleeve to take a look at his watch.

"Soon, soon.." Jason replied, clearing his throat.

"Man, she could sit on me, and I'd thank her. And that rack-"

Roy continued letting his eyes trail over your body.

As amusing as Jason found this little misunderstanding, he couldn't help but grind his teeth and clench his fists.

Meanwhile, Dick delivered a slap to the back of Roy's head.

"Pervert! You don't talk about women like that." He scolded the redhead.

"Says you! As if you don't wanna be suffocated by those thighs or-or knock out on that tummy, I know you do!" Roy said sharply, pointing an accusing finger at Dick.

"Of course I do, but I didn't say it out loud, now did I?" He replied in a condescending tone.

"You fucking-"

"Oh, look, she's approaching us." Jason said nonchalantly, leaning back into the cushions with a grin, watching as the petty bickering between his brother and best friend stopped immediately.

"I call dibs! I saw her first." Roy said quickly, straightening his posture and trying to look unbothered while you approached.

"God fucking dammit." Dick cursed, being left to grumble with his Piña Colada.

He looked at Jason, who was comfortably leaned back with a smirk.

"How are you so chill about this?!" Dick asked irritated.

"You'll see." Jason grinned.

You walked towards them with a smile, the drink you'd just ordered at the bar in your hand. Roy put up his most charming face and quickly cleared his throat.

"Hello there, sweethea-"

his entire face dropped when you placed a hand on Jason's shoulder and pressed a kiss to his lips. His hands instinctively went to rest on your hips, giving them a gentle squeeze.

"Hi, baby." You greeted sweetly.

"Hey there, ladybird." Jason grinned, glancing at Roy and Dick.

The redheads jaw was on the floor, speechless while his gaze flitted between you and his best friend. Dick was just as shocked, but quickly broke out of it.

"THAT’S LADYBIRD?!" He yelled, earning harsh stares from other guests.

Dick quieted down with an apologetic smile and leaned closer to Jason.

"You fucking asshole! Why didn't you do anything? You let us say all those things-" at the realization Dick went pale.

"He's gonna beat our asses." Roy mumbled, still staring at you and Jason.

"... Fuck."

You just stood there dumbfounded while Jason had a grin on his face that made a shiver run down Roy's spine.

"What things?" You asked, you brows furrowed in confusion.

Jason pulled you into his lap, resting one of his hands on your thigh.

"Don't worry about it, angel." He said softly, pecking your cheek.

"How the hell did you end with such a charity case as Jason?" Roy asked bluntly, slumped in his seat, defeated.

"Excuse me?" You sputtered with a scoff.

"That's a lot of nerve coming from someone looking like an affair baby." You shot back.

Dick burst out laughing, Jason cackling along side him while Roy only stared at you.

"And she's feisty? Fuuuuuuck.." He whined.

"Nice to meet you, ladybird." Dick gave you a friendly smile and nod, still wiping the tears from his eyes.

You returned the smile before leaning in to whisper into Jason's ear.

"Is the rest of your family also like this?"

"Like what?"

"Loudmouth assholes." You replied, staring straight at Roy who looked like you just slapped his mother.

Jason laughed, throwing his head back when he saw Roy's face.

"Ah, no. Some of them are quiet assholes."

Dick scoffed, immediately defending himself and his siblings with big hand gestures.

You chuckled as you watched.

"Don't be sad, carrot top," Jason began, giving Roy's shoulder a squeeze, "You couldn't handle her if you tried."

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The sound of your sandals on the smooth palace floor echoed off the marble walls, the fabric of your chiton that wasn't bunched up in your hands was brushing against your legs while you hurried towards the hall.

The commotion had managed to make its way through the entire building like a breeze of the salty sea air.

Still, the news reached you later than you'd have liked.

Worry and anger twisted in your chest, a feeling like countless arrows piercing your heart. Your lungs were burning, no breath managing to get enough oxygen in your blood.

You had to hurry.

They would eat him alive.

You were well aware of the suitors. The 108 men who'd grown stubborn roots in the palace and refused to leave without getting a chance.

The king had been gone for so long, leaving his throne empty and his family behind. It had been two decades since he sailed off to war.

Not many believed he was even still among the living, instead thinking he was slaving away in his place in the Underworld.

The queen managed to keep the kingdom from ruin for years, ever since her beloved left, and yet they insisted on a new a king, a new man to wear the crown and sit upon the throne.

A new man to take Penelope as his wife.

The moment they showed up at the gates you'd stared at them with disgust, boring into them with your sharp gaze.

None of them were fit to lead, let alone rule an entire kingdom.

The queen stalled and stalled, the hope of her husband's return heavy on her heart.

However, the suitors soon grew impatient. Causing havoc within the walls of the palace, pounding on Penelope's doors, threatening bloodshed if she didn't choose a new king.

And now, your betrothed, the prince of Ithaca, was caught in the middle of it all because he was cursed with a heart too big for his body.

When you turned the corner of the hallway, you were met with a sight that made your heart shatter and wrath boil in your veins.

The suitors had circled Telemachus, leaving him trapped with no way out while Antinous stood over him, broad shoulders throwing shadows on the face of your beloved.

He was beaten and bloodied, heaving while trying to fight back.

Although a small, proud smile cracked on your face when you saw some of the men limping or nursing their bruised eyes.

Even Antinous was left with crimson streaks dripping from his mouth, staining his teeth. Your feet were carrying you further in their direction, a mindless action.

Panic struck you when Antinous raised his hand to deliver another blow.

Without thinking, you called out to him, rage tinting your voice accompanied by the angry grinding of your teeth.

"Antinous!" You yelled, a scowl on your face as you forced your way through the ocean of suitors.

"Get away from him!"

The giant man lowered his hand with a deep chuckle and turned to face you with a smirk that made the previously boiling blood to freeze.

"If it isn't the little princess. Come to save your prince, have you? I swear it's the other way around."

The grin that sat on his face, his bloodstained teeth exposed, made bile rise up your throat.

The men chuckled, making Telemachus' head fall forward in shame.

You payed them no mind, rushing to your lover.

Giving Antinous a look that could kill, you kneeled down next to Telemachus and cupped his face, a worried crease forming between your brows while you gently brushed your thumb over the blooming bruise on his cheek to soothe it.

"Look at you.. you're bleeding!" You gasped, quickly using your chiton to wipe away the blood on his face.

"I'm fine, I promise."

Telemachus gave you an unconvincing smile, followed by a wince. The worried look on your face tugged at his heart.

You looked like you were about to cry, and he hated to think that he was the reason.

"You're not fine. You're bruised and-and what if you broke a bone? How did this even happen? They knew there'd be consequences if they-"

the words just spilled out of you, the concern for your lover was something you could no longer contain.

He cupped your cheek and smiled weakly.

"My love, please. I assure you, I'm alright-"

He was cut off by Antinous, a scoff falling from his split lips. You scowled again and rose from your knees, a panicked expression appearing on your beloved's face.

"No, don't-"

Telemachus grasped at your hand, only for you to gently tug it from his grip as you approached Antinous.

Only when you made your way over to the grinning man did you notice a big owl circling the suitors, flying high towards the tall ceiling.

You spared it a glance, noting the magnificent coloring of its feathers and the bright eyes filled with something you could only describe as a sense of justice.

Not once had you see such determination in an animal, but it managed to put your mind at ease a little.

"You filthy dog! Who do you think you are?! He is your prince, whether you like it or not. And you have no right-" you snarled, raising your hand to point a finger at him.

He quickly caught your wrist in his fierce grip, a deep frown sitting on his face.

Antinous glanced at Telemachus, who was holding his aching side trying to pull himself off the ground, before averting his eyes back to you.

"He doesn't look very princely to me."

The smirk he sported was enough to make the fire in your chest spread even more.

"You-" you sneered only to be interrupted by Antinous again.

"What? Hm? What will you do?"

"Stop." Telemachus heaved, supporting himself on a marble pillar.

You didn't let yourself be intimidated by him and rivaled him with a look just as sharp.

"There's a special place in Tarturus for you, Antinous. If he'd even allow it." You spoke quietly but firmly, feeling satisfaction bloom in your heart at his reaction.

Antinous scowled, tightening his grip around your wrist.

"He," he began, "is dead."

You smirked, a scoff making its way past your lips.

"You better pray to the gods. Lady Tyche is not on your side. You'll be lucky enough if he even grants you a way to the Underworld. I hope you have enough gold on hand. Because the only way you're getting across the Styx is in pieces." You spat at him, venom dripping from your tongue.

Antinous bared his teeth, fury blazing in his eyes as he raised his other hand in the air, presumably to strike you.

"Get."

Telemachus' voice boomed through the hall, a scorned look on his face.

"Your hands. Off of her." He sneered, pushing himself away from the pillar.

"Do you want another beating, boy?" The giant man roared, almost crushing your wrist in his hand.

Down came your feathered friend, swooping in with its sharp claws and a chilling screech, successfully tearing open a new scar across Antinous' eye. He cried out and dropped your wrist, clutching his face instead.

The other men quickly drew their swords, swinging at the bird, only to miss and receive a peck from its beak against any vulnerable spot.

The owl evaded the suitors' weapons with such grace and struck back with such vigor that you were almost mesmerized.

"Αγάπη μου." *(my love)

Telemachus' gentle call for you snapped you out of your haze.

"Are you hurt?" He asked, worried Antinous had caused you any harm. You stared at him, your lips parted.

"I... no. No, I'm alright. We should leave." You said hurried, supporting his weight while you dragged him down an opposite corridor.

You spared the suitors and the mysterious owl a last glance, a smirk tugging at your lips at the sight of 108 men being defeated by a bird.

Antinous caught your gaze, and he snarled at you, still holding his eye.

"Next time.." he called out after you, "you're dead."

The threat sent an unpleasant shiver down your spine, but he was quickly put back in line by the owl, who promptly delivered a peck to the top of his head.

With a small smile playing on your face, you led your beloved back to his rooms to take care of his wounds.

.·:*¨༺ ༻¨*:·.

Back in your chambers, you knelt in front of Telemachus, a worried crease between your brows while you gently held a damp linen cloth to his swollen and split knuckles.

The pure white fabric was stained with the crimson blood of your lover, a sting in your heart.

Telemachus sighed and took your chin in his hand, tilting your head to look him in the eyes.

"Λουλούδι μου, your expression pains me. I'd rather see your heartwarming smile." He spoke with a small grin, hissing when his busted lip reopnend and the blood began pouring once more. *(my flower)

Quickly, you pressed the cloth to his mouth, a deep frown on your face.

"And your state pains me. You-... You could've died. These are vicious, feral men, and as much as I don't doubt your ability to stand your ground, 108 against 1.... the odds weren't on your side." You replied, such sadness in your eyes it made Telemachus' heart ache.

"I wouldn't be able to live with myself if..." you sighed deeply, tears threatening to fall from your lashline while your head fell forward.

His gentle hands cupped your face, the rag in your grasp long forgotten.

"But I'm okay. I promise you, my love, it's barely a scratch." A smile cracked on his face and you couldn't help but chuckle, followed by a sniffle.

"You have a larger heart than all those men combined." You whispered, pressing your palm right above his beating heart.

Telemachus cupped your hand and placed a gentle kiss to your forehead. Your eyes fell shut at the sensation as you melted further into his touch.

"Besides," he broke the silence, a smirk on his lips, "I had help."

He glanced towards his balcony and you followed his line of sight, being met with the owl resting contently on the railing, curiosity in its bright eyes.

"Yes," you chuckled, rising to your feet and walking towards the creature, gently dragging Telemachus behind you by his hand, "your mysterious feathered friend. Care to introduce me?"

"Right. Her name's Ath-"

he was cut off when the owl screeched at him and furiously flapped her wings. He startled and chuckled nervously, clearing his throat.

"I-I meant A... Alena. Yes. Her name's Alena."

If an owl had shoulders and they could sag, this is what you'd imagine it'd look like.

You laughed softly, watching as the bird narrowed her sharp eyes at Telemachus. He swallowed thickly and gave her an awkward smile.

"Well, Thank you." You said sincerely, smiling when the owl bowed her head at you.

What a curious creature.

"We should get you some ointments for those cuts and bruises."

You turned back to your beloved.

"I told you, I'm totally fi- ow."

He winced, holding his side that would undoubtedly bloom with purples and blues come evening. You sighed softly and shook your head at him.

"You're too sweet for your own good sometimes."

You caressed his cheekbone and pressed your lips to his in a gentle kiss, minding his injuries. He hummed into the kiss, resting his hands on your waist.

Lost in your embrace, the owl made another sound, something closer to the typical hoot, averting your attention to her.

She ruffled her feathers and with a last glance at the both of you she took off into sky. With a content expression you watched her glisten in the afternoon sun.

Telemachus had a bright smile on his face and waved after her, watching as she flew into the sunset, disappearing behind the horizon.

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Pink petals floated gently in the breeze, the gusts of wind putting on an elaborate spectacle as the sweet blossoms descended onto the ground, only to be trampled and reunited with Mother Earth once again.

Arcadia.

The prosperous land of the Gods. Mountain sides carved away to set marble archways and golden pillars in their stead.

Paradise, some would say. Everything one could ever want at their fingertips, a life lived so lavishly even kings and emperors would turn green with envy. A place abundant with power, control, and selfishness.

Because your life wasn't lavish. You didn't have everything you wanted brought to you on a silver platter. You didn't have any power. Not here, as a lonely and puny disciple the deities could play games with whenever they pleased. However they pleased.

You'd never seen the inside of a marble palace or gazed upon your reflection in piles of gold. You've never had control.

You were merely something for the gods to rest their feet on when bearing the burden of unfathomable power became too great.

One day, you grew tired of your eternal servitude.

You demanded answers, where was this paradise you'd heard of- you'd been promised. Where were the riches and merciful gods that cared for their followers?

Where was justice? Where was your reward?

The one you'd worked and served and kneeled yourself to the bone for.

Left with no enlightenment but stuttering and enraged deities, you threw down the artificial garbs of pearl and emerald trimmed with gold. You renounced the Gods were you stood.

Shattered the chains forged from gold until they lay before you, glittering like the stars in the indigo night.

And now, you'd known peace. Your chest wasn't covered in stone, making it hard to breathe or speak, your mind wasn't filled with anxieties and fears.

Sure, you were called a heretic. A blasphemer. Some say a witch, even. But none of these words could cut deeper than being a God's plaything ever did.

Exiled to the outskirts of Arcadia, you lived out your days in a small wooden cottage. Far away from all the glory and luxury of the inner sanctum.

There were no grand marble walls to protect you, that promised you safety only to crumble in the time of need, just you surrounded by nature.

The edge of the land of the Gods was a sight to behold. No gold or precious stones in the world could live up to the grandeur of pink canopies, the soft drips of streams and springs that slowly carved themselves a path through the earth, the gentle creatures you lived in harmony with and that soft, salty breeze that always managed to refresh your soul.

You truly enjoyed your life here. There were no expectations, no suffocating pressure, no chains to hold you and lock you away when you didn't dance to their tune.

You foraged for what you needed to survive, the land fertile and giving. There's nothing you could want for. However, that changed one day, when you'd stumbled across a stretching black wall.

You'd never wandered this far, never needing too, really, and today you were only following a trail of pure white blossoms with a scent so sweet it made your teeth ache.

You'd heard tales of this barrier before, something you'd read in crumbling tomes of the old age.

A millenia-long rivalry between two lands, war and greed splitting them apart. On one side, there was Arcadia.

Beautiful, prosperous, colossal Arcadia. A place of God's, a paradise for the mere mortals that were lucky enough to be chosen. Gold and emerald practically dripping from its earthen veins.

And on the other side, there lay Eden. The eternal garden.

A place of peace. For lost souls, artists with wandering and radiant minds filled with poetry, sweet melodies, and birdsong. A sanctuary for weary bones and shattered hearts. Nothing like Arcadia.

No hierarchy, no golden shackles that seemed to wrap around your throat tighter every day.

Just... paradise. At least, that's what it sounded like to you. The true paradise.

The more you gazed into the black fog that lingered around the wall, the more you wondered, your curiosity peaked. Setting down your filled basket, you cautiously stepped closer. It was pulling you in, intelligible and faint whisper coming from the void.

You reached out your hand, the smoke wrapping around your wrist, dancing between your fingers like dark tendrils. The closer you stepped, the heavier the fog became around your hand, slowly trailing its way up your arm.

You only watched in awe, letting the sentient plumes do as they pleased. You'd truly never seen anything like it, gazing in pure fascination as the tips of your fingers started turning black, bleeding into your skin.

Not even then did you pull away, or jump back in fear. But when three pairs of eyes and a glittering, red maw stared at back at you from the heavy smoke, you screamed, stumbling away from whatever that was.

The fear froze the blood in your veins, your feet firmly planted to the ground and eyes wide, as you stared back into the face of the fog.

The creature tilted its head, an innocent curiosity shining in those glowing irises. Then your muscles starting thawing and you stepped closer once again.

Your own curiosity would surely get you killed, but how could you care when you were so utterly mesmerized?

The smoke starting clearing, revealing the form of a tall man. Or, what you assumed to be.

Now, where you stood, a translucent arch had formed in the fog, giving you the perfect view of your mysterious companion. He was tall and slim, charcoal skin glittering.

Clad in a long, dark cloak, trousers that matched and were bound by an ivory cord at his shins.

A white pauldron trimmed with rubies sat on his left shoulder, and you could faintly make out a small fur cape. You averted your eyes further up, only to be meet with those six, intriguing eyes again.

A bright, bone-colored masked covered the top half of his face. Six slits for six eyes, the terrifying red maw you'd seen was the opening for his mouth decorated with red stones, almost like dripping blood.

The hood of his cloak was pulled up, casting a faint shadow over his mask.

A deep crimson symbol was drawn across it, what it meant you didn't know, but you had plenty of your own symbols in Arcadia.

And finally, he was adorned in all kinds of jewelry; necklaces, rings, all shimmering beneath the dim sun.

You could only stare as you took him in, your lips parted.

Then, he moved. He held up one hand and smiled at you brightly, his pearly teeth standing out against his dark skin.

He was greeting you. A surprised chuckle tumbled from your lips at the heartwarming sight.

Upon your chuckle, he gestured faintly to where his ears would be, followed by a shrug and a small frown.

Your face fell at the realization. Carefully, you tapped your finger against the barrier, a sound like glass returning to you.

Nonetheless, you returned a soft smile and pressed your hand to the invisible wall.

His hand, larger than yours, was slotted to where yours would be while his face was adorned by a gentle and lopsided grin.

.·:*¨༺ ༻¨*:·.

Vessel was entranced. The entire walk back to the temple through the dark woods you were on his mind.

Divinity incarnate.

Those kind and sparkling eyes, that soft smile, and the sweet gesture of pressing your palm against the barrier.

Your hair that fell so effortlessly and framed your face better than a golden frame ever could a painting.

The flowy, light pink gown that gently swayed in the wind, almost the same color as the soft petals floating around you, at least from what he could make out.

The calm and warmth that emitted from you. The safety.

He had half a mind to fall to his knees and recite whatever prayer you wanted him to. Write and sing hymns in your name, telling the tales of your glory and undeniable beauty.

He had heard of Arcadia. The paradise offering salvation to those who were willing to tread the path.

To have freedom, finally be free, and live amongst gods and mortals alike. Something he'd craved for so long. And now, he'd gotten a glimpse of that paradise.

And not the marble halls and golden pillars, or the flowing riches he couldn't care less about, no, you.

.·:*¨༺ ༻¨*:·.

You'd thought about him a lot since you met. When the twilight sat in and the sun started to descend behind the horizon.

When the moon rose up high into the deep night sky and shone through your window. Even in your dreams, he was with you.

Forging a path for you, beckoning you to follow him into what seemed to be an abyss. A faint song echoing from the void, soft tunes that made you want to close your eyes and fall.

Where? Who knows, but as long as he was there, you weren't sure you even cared.

And, well, you were of weak mind when seduced by such sweet melodies.

.·:*¨༺ ༻¨*:·.

Naturally, you went back the next day.

Eagerly walking through the pink rain of petals, only one goal in mind. You hadn't the faintest clue if he'd even be there, but just the possibility was enough to fuel your excitement.

With quick steps you treaded down the path that was burned into your inner eye.

Winding around trees and bushes, jumping over the little stream that separated you from the mysterious, masked man.

You had taken a small basket with you, all sorts of flowers and plants with colorful blooms sitting next to eachother. Just something to keep your hands busy.

You weren't able to converse with him anyway, the thought making your shoulders sag slightly while you sighed. But maybe the presence was enough.

To know that there was a kindred soul out there, basking in the comfort of your silent togetherness.

Before you knew it you had reached the monstrous, shadowy wall. And just like the day before, the fog parted for you, leaving a somewhat clear view of the otherside.

Only was it empty. No bright smile or cryptid-like eyes gazing back at you.

The disappointment settled deeply into the pit of your stomach, leaving you with a heavy feeling in your chest.

Perhaps it was a silly hope. That he would be here again today, after you'd had such a hard time parting yesterday.

Even though no words were exchanged, it felt like you had said more than in your entire life. With a frown, you'd torn your hand from the barrier, your limbs like lead, rooting you in place.

You swore you saw pleading in his eyes, all six of them, but he only bowed his head to you and watched as you made your way back to your home before twilight set in.

You observed the other side.

Eden.

The shrouded woods with trees that almost looked black, ancient canopies throwing shadows onto the ground. A bright, white sky that never seemed to dim.

You wondered, did they have day and night? A titanic indigo tent speckled with golden stars?

A thing you wished you could ask, but the wall rendered you mute.

You were broken out of your thoughts by a gentle tap against the barrier. You must've looked odd, frozen in place while your eyes were staring into nothingness, deep in thought.

You snapped back to reality, your gaze meeting that of him. Dressed like last time, towering over you with a sweet grin, parchment, and a quill tucked into the crook of his elbow.

You broke into a radiant smile, your excitement glittering in the depths of your irises. It was like your entire being lit up.

Your posture straightened, cheeks rounding, and you eagerly stepped closer.

And Vessel? He was enamored. Seeing you so excited to see him, brightening like an exploding star, made him feel like he'd seen the light for the first time.

Really seen it. Felt its gentle rays on his skin, the warmth seeping into his bones, making his soul comfortably bloom in his chest.

His brows beneath the mask furrowed in adoration, and his head tilted slightly to the left.

You looked so... ethereal. With your light and flowing dress, decorated in jewels and a basket of flowers resting on your hip. You looked like the goddess of life itself, so nurturing and soft. And safe.

Vessel gently shook himself, trying to get rid of the prickling feeling you erupted in him. He sunk to the ground, crossing his legs and comfortably laying out his parchment in front of him.

With a smile and soft pat of his hand against dry leaves he beckoned you to join him. Mirroring his gentle expression, you sat down in the sea of soft petals, your basket set beside you.

You were aching to speak to him. To someone from such a different place. Was Eden really everything you've dreamed of? Despite its dull color scheme, you wouldn't hestiate to cross over if it meant leaving Arcadia once and for all.

You got lost in the curiosity of his eyes, the subtle twitch of his mouth and the bright rubies framing his lips. You looked entranced. Half-lidded eyes, corners of your mouth pulled up slightly.

Vessel felt inspiration struck like never before. His fingers were itching to write down every thought that popped into his head.

And instead of the usual black and white, they were pink. And green and gold and white.

Just like you.

And you? You watched. Admired. As he grabbed his quill and starting writing. It never stopped, the ink seemingly never running out.

The filled parchment piled up as he moved down further. His eyes only focused on the dark letters and the image of you, and Arcadia, in his mind.

Absent-mindedly, you began taking flowers from your basket and weaving them together. Blue blossoms braided into a magnificent and lush crown, daisies and peonies bundle into small bouquets.

Your fingers worked swiftly, delicately, while handling the blooms. You created your own little works of art beside eachother in silence. Nothing was said, yet everything was understood.

You glanced up from your work, only to be met with three pairs of eyes that looked so soft, you swore they were seconds away from melting out of his skull.

A giggle tumbled past your lips, your cheeks feeling warm. In a cheeky attempt at communication, you arranged the remaining stems in a single word.

Name?

Vessel grinned, pearly canines on display. With his quill back in hand, he quickly scribbled something onto the parchment and pressed the paper against the barrier.

Your eyes flitted over the inky letters.

Vessel

.·:*¨༺ ༻¨*:·.

Your secret rendezvous became a constant. Every day, right after the sun had crossed its peak until just before twillight settled over your realm.

Moments of creation were shared, silly faces that pulled a laugh from the lungs of the other, or simply getting lost in the strong presence of a kindred soul.

Giving up your luxurious life in the grand halls of Arcadia had always been worth it. But this, him, solidified that decision tenfold.

Today, though, something was different. The wind blew from a different direction, the sun was somehow a different shade.

Still, nothing would keep you from meeting up with your favorite companion.

The fog parted as you approached, as it always did, and Vessel stood on the other side, waiting.

A mischievous smile hiding behind the mask.

The closer you came, you could hear birdsong. Only faintly and muffled, but it was there, no doubt. Something that didn't exist in Arcadia, but did in Eden.

Your brows furrowed, listening in to Mother Nature's symphony to be sure. It wasn't like anything you'd ever heard before, and as much as you wanted to enjoy it, something was off.

Not wrong, necessarily, but different. Whether it was good or bad, you didn't know.

Just as Vessel's smile faltered and he tilted his head, he froze. A warm breeze brushed past him, making his cloak sway in the wind.

Also something that had never happened before. Meanwhile, Arcadia was known for its strong gale.

You stared at eachother, utterly puzzled. And then, when Vessel tried breaking you out of your confusion by tapping against the barrier, it sounded thinner.

Higher in pitch as it echoed through the quiet forest. Curious, he laid his palm flat against the invisible wall and nodded at you to do the same.

The small gesture of affection that had formed between the two of you made you smile, yet it did nothing to lift the fog of confusion on your mind. Gods know you could never resist those eyes.

Pleading, encouring you to meet his hand. So you did. Pressed your hand to the barrier like always, to say I'm here, you're not alone.

Only this time, you swore you could feel the warmth of his palm against yours.

.·:*¨༺ ༻¨*:·.

From then on, it was impossible to stay away. The sun rose past the horizon and you were already storming past ancient trees and flowing streams to get to him.

You'd even stayed past twillight, just to see him illuminated by the moon. The barrier wore thinner each day, allowing you to catch the gentle timber of his voice ever so faintly.

One day, you were sat across from him, watching him pace back and forth while snapping his fingers, presumably working on another hymn to Sleep, he caught a glimpse of you from the corner of his eyes and stopped in his tracks.

The admiration with which you were gazing upon him made his heartbeat quicken.

That soft smile you donned, just the entirety of your form radiating with a gentleness he'd longed to feel since he could remember.

Out of nowhere, he dropped to one knee in front of you and rested his masked covered forehead against the barrier. Eyes closed in comfort and hand pressed in its usual place, aching for your warmth.

Shocked at the sudden gesture, you stared at him, eyes wide and lips parted. You'd never seen him like this.

So vulnerable.

With a pleasant tug at your heart, you shuffled closer and laid your forehead to his, even if the barrier was separating you.

Your palm found his, and a sigh made its way through your body, almost melting against the wall.

Sure, you had shared moments of comfort before, but none were like this. This felt different. Special, even.

You could take root here and stay until the gods decided your time was up. You didn't care what happened or how, as long as you were with him

Vessel rose back to his feet, pulling you with him as if you were tethered to one another.

Those bright eyes gazed back at you and that lovable smile framed by his canines broke onto his face.

He tucked an arm behind himself, offered the other one to you and bowed.

Like a prince asking a princess for her first dance.

Just like in those novels you'd read.

A grin spread over your cheeks, and you played along, head bowed, curtsying before him.

Palms pressed together, a tale as old as time, as you moved in semi-circles, the wall stopping you from ever completing a full rotation.

You turned with him, switching palms to dance in the other direction. Though simple, it made your heart bloom in your chest.

Meanwhile, Vessel wished nothing more than to reach through and take your hand in his. To spin and dip and twirl you like a delicate porcelain doll in a music box.

With a gesture of his hand, he beckoned you to spin for him, his smile radiant.

You obliged him, spinning around while your dress twirled with you.

A laugh tore through your chest, a hearty and genuine sound, and he wanted nothing more than to hear it in full.

Not the muffled noise he had to strain his ears to make out. But a full giggle, straight from your soul, preferably if he was the cause of it.

Your hands met again and you sped up, skillfully leading the dance, leaving him to follow. Though it was rather difficult to excute its steps with the barrier separating you, you made due.

From right to left and left to right, flowing from one movement into another.

Vessel followed with a bright grin, using his experience of dancing during various rituals to quickly pick up on the pattern.

It truly felt like a chapter in an old book that spoke of romance and tragedy.

Lovers who'd found eachother against all odds, souls entwined, yet cruelly kept apart, barely out of reach.

You were pulled out of your daydreaming when Vessel tripped over a bump on the ground of the woods, almost tumbling face first into the dirt.

The mishap made you burst into a laugh, head thrown back and eye squeezed shut, but you continued the dance still. But when you expected and braced for the barrier, there was nothing.

Something shifted.

No breeze but the full and beautiful birdsong symphonies you'd gotten a taste of. But most importantly, a warm hand engulfing yours.

Your eyes snapped open, your lips parting when Vessel stared back at you, Arcadia in the background.

His dark aura standing out against the pink petals that decorated every tree. He looked just as shocked, yet his hand was tightly grasping yours.

All six of his eyes were widened beneath the mask, chest rising and falling heavily.

Only then did you notice the black of his cloak fading into a dark and rich green, slowly crawling up his form. The wraps around his legs turned green trimmed with gold, pointing upwards like the scales of a dragon.

His sleeves changed to match, the color sitting ever so nicely against his flesh, and the pauldron on his shoulder was dripping with golden embellishments and crimson rubies while a heap of black feathers sprouted from his back, replacing the fur cape.

All his jewels blinked from silver into gold, just like the previously red maw that framed his mouth, sitting like molten metal against his face. The symbol on his mask matched the green of his cloak, a gold outline extenuating its shape.

Yet beneath it all, it was still his charcoal skin, his dark eyes and that wicked smile.

His face was twisted in shock and surprised as he looked down at himself and his new robes, turning his hand to admire the new ornate rings that shone golden on his fingers.

You were just as mesmerized by his transformation and just him finally being in front of you. His hand embracing yours, his quiet breathing that you still managed to catch, the energy he radiated.

You could only stare wide-eyed and shamelessly as everything you'd wanted for months was finally within your reach.

You noticed his gaze on you, not on your face, however, but slowly trailing up your body. With a slight crease between your brows, you followed his line of sight and gasped quietly when the blush color of your dress bled into a dark burgundy.

The hem of your skirt looked like it was dipped in ink while the crimson continued to trail up your bodice.

Your golden jewels shifted into silver, looking like they were frozen over and then thawed, glittering like crystals of ice.

Bright emeralds looked beautiful on your skin, complimenting his rubies. From your shoulders flowed a blanket of fur, attached with two magnificent brooches.

A crown of white roses wound around your head, their thorns an iridescent black that shimmered whenever it caught the light.

There was no logical explanation in your mind to how that had happened. All words were stuck in your throat, only shallow breaths leaving you.

You stared at him, and he stared at you, afraid to move a muscle in case the moment would shatter and the barrier would push you apart again.

With a stuttered breath, you managed to whisper a single word.

"Vessel..."

In the matter of a second, his grip around your hand became bruising, and in one swift motion, he pulled you into his chest. An embrace so desperate, even the greatest poets could only dream of putting it into words.

One arm was pressed between your shoulder blades, his palm gently cupping the back of your neck, his touch hot on your skin. The other was tightly snaked around your middle.

You could feel his heavy breaths against your cheek. You clawed at his robes, digging your fingers wherever you could, anchoring them into his back.

Despite there being no room where your bodies were pressed together, you needed to be closer, open up his ribcage, and crawl inside, right next to his heart.

You reveled in the comfort of his embrace, his warmth seeping deep into the marrow of your bones.

"Am I dreaming?" You breathed, resting your forehead against his shoulder, the soft fabric of his cloak brushing your skin.

A gentle chuckle fell from Vessel's lips, the hand on the back of your neck carefully tightening its grip and pulling back, making you meet his eyes. A gasp caught in your throat as you admired the shimmering voids, glittering like the most precious obsidian.

"Does it feel like a dream, my heart?" He replied gently, a subtle smirk showing off his sharp canines.

You chuckled softly in response, shaking your head.

"But it doesn't feel real, either..." you muttered, your gaze detaching from his.

Vessel clawed one of your hands off his robes and pressed it right to his bare chest, above his beating heart, gently cupping it.

"Is it real now?" He asked quietly, his tone and expression softening.

Your nerves lit ablaze at the contact with his skin, your head snapping upwards to meet his adoring gaze once again. You could feel the steady thump beneath his ribs, the vibration shaking you to your core.

Vessel placed a large hand on your cheek and guided your forehead to rest against his mask-covered one. His eyes fluttered shut, a breath you didn't know he held releasing.

"It only beats for you, I swear it." He whispered, his thumb caressing the silky skin of your face, the cold metal of his rings sending a shiver down your spine.

"As does mine." You replied in a breath, his proximity intoxicating.

Your nose brushed the red ruby set in his mask, your lips almost touching as you basked in the moment.

This person you'd silently spend your last months with, someone to keep you company after you'd been cast out from everything you'd ever known, was within your reach.

You had so many questions you wanted to ask, so many things to say and to declare, yet now you were rendered speechless.

The moment you'd fantasized and dreamed off for so many lonely nights had finally come.

You didn't know why or how, maybe your gods had taken pity on you after all, but you could care less when you were in his arms.

He swallowed thickly, his thumb brushing against your bottom lip.

"Can I-"

"Yes."

It was a mere whisper, but your eager confirmation was enough for him to press his lips to yours.

You melted into him even more, and you swore you were levitating. The kiss was so soft, Vessel was handling you like a precious porcelain doll, afraid even a single touch could shatter you into pieces. It wasn't rough or hungry, but passionate in a way that made your heart beat faster.

It was like every emotion, every ounce of desperation of only being able to witness the other through a looking glass, was poured into that one kiss. He had to stop himself from chasing after your lips once you pulled away.

Your chest was heaving, your lips slightly pink and swollen.

Vessel's pink tongue darted out and swiped over his lips, desperately trying to hang on to the taste of you.

He huffed half-heartedly, a grin breaking on his face.

"Well, are you gonna dance on the line with me?"

You chuckled, gently sliding your thumb underneath his mask to caress his cheek.

"Only if you show me how to dance forever."

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It was a Friday night, and König had insisted on taking you out on a date. He loved seeing you get all dolled up.

All that shining jewelry that sat so nicely against your skin, the dresses and skirts that hugged your figure so nicely he could've sworn he'd gone to heaven.

Your hair, your eyes, your lips- it drove him crazy. You were the most beautiful woman in his eyes.

You'd just finished your makeup, adding the final touch with the swipe of your lipstick. You descended the stairs in your new dress, your shoes in one hand and your purse in the other.

"Honey? I'm ready!" You called out, searching for your lover.

You found your giant of a boyfriend in the kitchen, leaning against the counter while nursing a glass of water.

He wore a black suit, deep maroon accents scattered throughout the ensemble in the form of a tie, socks, watch band and a pocket square.

The fabric stretched across his broad back and narrowed into the fitting sleeves that hugged his bulging arms perfectly.

The seams of his pants were close to bursting, trying to contain the trunks that were his thighs. His ass looked great, too.

"There you are!" You smiled, walking over to him.

You let out a low whistle followed by a giggle.

"Look at you, so handsome-"

before you could finish the teasing compliment he glanced over at you and choked on his water, and curiously, spit it out at the same time.

He coughed and heaved for air and you rushed over to him with a gasp, firmly patting his back to get the water out of his airway.

After he'd caught his breath and your hand was soothingly dragging up and down his spine, he looked at you again.

Your brows were furrowed and he could see the concern in your eyes.

"Are you alright?" You asked, worry tinting your tone. König nodded and cleared his throat.

"You look stunning, liebling." He smiled, his voice hoarse still.

"Thank you." You accepted the compliment and took a step back, twirling to show off the full outfit.

His eyes widened as he took you in fully, more than just the glance from a moment ago.

"Alter Schwede..." he breathed, pupils blown.

He swallowed thickly, eyes raking over your figure.

How were you so soft?

Your curves looked delicious, he had to hold himself back or he would've literally taken a bite out of you.

Your bare feet that would soon be caged into uncomfortable heels -the things we do for fashion- the long, flowy skirt that hid your legs.

König had to admit he missed the sight of your thighs. How they'd spill when you sat down, the dimples and cellulite that were so uniquely you.

Your wide hips that felt so natural in his hands or when you were seated in his lap.

His gaze skipped onto your face. Your round cheeks, your sparkling eyes accompanied by those pretty lips, and your radiant smile.

You were beautiful in every way he could possibly imagine.

The neck he loved to kiss and cover in love bites was adorned by a necklace that he'd bought for you, the precious stones shimmering in the light.

And God, the sight of your plush décolletage that felt so nice against his cheek was showing just a hint of a collarbone and he almost groaned at the sight of your breasts in that dress.

König would have to thank the lady who took the measurements for your bra, because they looked heavenly. Or should he thank your mom? God? Mother Nature?

He had no time to dwell on it because he made the fatal mistake of letting his eyes drop further.

Your tummy, so soft and rounded, dented the fabric of your dress just slightly. It was something you felt ruined the outfit sometimes, but it was by far his favorite part.

The curve of your pudge and the outline of our bellybutton were things he'd dreamed of, he knew it.

Your brows furrowed as you watched him stare at you with parted lips.

Without a thought in his head and all of them in his pants, he walked over to you with long strides and dropped to his knees in front of you, smushing his face into your belly.

A startled noise of surprise tumbled from your lips and your hands instinctively went to rest on the back of his head.

"What're you doing, hm? We have a reservation to get to." You reminded him.

He just exhaled into your flesh and pressed his face deeper into your stomach.

"So weich.. und gemütlich..." it was a muffled sound followed by a long sigh.

You chuckled, carefully running your fingers through his hair so you wouldn't mess it up. You were sure he put a lot of effort into it.

"As adorable as this is, we do have to leave." You spoke softly, gently tugging his face from your tummy.

König let out a displeased grumbled but obliged, pressing a kiss to your clothed belly before rising back to his full height.

"You are breathtaking, maus." He said quietly, resting his forehead against yours.

A smile stretched over your lips.

"And you," you began with a low tone, "look very distinguished. Let's not waste all of that."

You pulled him into a soft kiss and König melted into the touch of your lips, gently holding your hips.

His face was smooth in your hands, a sign he'd shaved and finally used that moisturizer you'd gotten him.

You hummed fondly into the kiss but pulled away, hoping to preserve your lipstick.

"Do we really have to go, liebling?" He sighed, downtrodden.

You caressed his cheek and smiled gently.

"If we go now and I get to show off my new dress tonight," you leaned in, stretching up high on your toes, your breath hot against his ear, "I'll let you take it off of me afterwards."

You grinned wickedly, your feet flat on the ground again, when you heard a breath getting caught in his throat. He blinked at you before swiftly grabbing your hand.

"Let's go." He dragged you towards the door and you had barely enough time to grab your shoes.

"Why in such a rush?" You teased with a smirk.

König came to a stop and turned around to look at you, his hand gently cupping your chin.

"We have a reservation to get to, don't we, mäuschen?"

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He's such a sweetheart, I just know he is 🥺

I hope you enjoyed ✨️😚

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Fi's Dictionary 📜

"Liebling" - "Darling" (u all know this one by now)

"Alter Schwede.." - "gawd dayum" (literal translation would be "old Swede".....languages r weird.)

"So weich.. und gemütlich..." - "So soft.. and cozy..." (no explanation needed.)

"Maus" - "Mouse" (used as a term of endearment)

"Mäuschen" - "Little Mouse" (used as a term of endearment)

The room was filled with the sounds of sex, the air thick, hanging over your naked bodies like a suffocating fog.

You were grabbing at the sheets, your face scrunched up in pleasure while moans and mewsl of ecstasy tumbled from your lips. Jason was grinding his hips against yours, dragging his cock in and out of you, leaving a him-shaped hole.

Every vein and ridge rubbed against your velveteen walls, your eyes rolling into the back of your bead while your lover was panting above you, his arm straining while he continued to hold a buzzing vibrator to your clit.

He groaned, his head thrown back, sweat dripping from his temples. His pink lower lip was caught between his pearly teeth.

"Fuck, you f-feel heavenly.." Jason moaned, a strangled sound as you clenched around him.

The pleasure melted your bones, leaving you pliant for him. It felt like your brain was oozing out of your ears, your eyes glazed over with a distant look glistening within them.

He noticed, leaning over you to gently tap your cheek.

"You with me, baby?" He panted, not stopping the movement of his hips.

Your eyes were half-lidded as you nodded at him.

"Yeah.." you said quietly, sinking into the mattress at the pure euphoria boiling in your veins.

"Good.." He breathed, planting one of his big hands on the soft fat of your tummy, your chub spilling through his fingers.

The sight made him groan while he used it as new found leverage to pull you back onto his cock. The toy was still relentlessly buzzing on your bundle of nerves, a moan getting getting caught in your throat when Jason turned it up a setting.

"Are you gonna come for me, princess?" He asked lowly, attaching his mouth to your pulse point.

"Mhm!" You nodded, the all too familiar prickling of your orgasm crawling up every nerve in all your limbs.

The feeling bundled in your core, and you melted into Jason's embrace, waiting for the high to strike you like lightning.

But it never happened. All of a sudden, the sensation faded in an instant, like a bubble that was popped.

All your limbs felt like now was heavy, the coil building up in the pits of your belly gone. There was nothing as you desperately tried to clutch at every bit of pleasure that remained.

The buzzing of the vibrator dulled, and you were left with a deep itch that couldn't be scratched.

"No, no, no, no..." You whined in frustration, tears stinging in your eyes as you threw an arm over your face in hopes of hiding your shame.

"Those fucking pills.." you snarled.

Jason stopped immediately. A deep crease of worry between his brows as he turned off the toy and pulled out of you, no regard for his own satisfaction.

"What's wrong, baby? What happened?" He panted, gently rubbing his thumb along your side.

You stayed quiet, pressing your palms into your eyes with a defeated sigh that was closer to a sob.

"I can't-... I don't feel anything." You admitted quietly, frustrated with yourself.

"What do you mean?" He asked, sitting back on his haunches.

Your lip trembled as you rolled onto your side.

"It's all numb, I-... I can't feel anything. I was so close and then... it just went away." You explained, your voice cracking.

Jason's eyes widened slightly.

"You mean your-"

"Yes!"

You cut him off with a sniffle, embarrassment burning in your cheeks.

Your face was hidden in the blanket, so all you could hear was shuffling, but soon enough, you were pulled into his gentle embrace, held tightly to his chest.

"It's okay. Stuff like that happens sometimes." He spoke softly, a hand rubbing up and down your back in a comforting manner.

"I know... it's just so annoying and frustrating." You replied quietly, wiping at your teary eyes.

"My clit goes numb and the high just fizzles out... I'm always left unsatisfied."

Jason hummed, stroking over your hair with care. Like so many times before, your body had failed you.

"I'm sorry. I ruined the whole thing and-"

the words got stuck in your throat and fresh tears managed to blurr your vision.

Your hand reached between the both of you, searching for his slick cock so at least one of you could walk away from this with some gratification. He quickly caught your wrist and tucked it to his chest.

"Don't even think about it." He said firmly, a sincere look in his teal eyes.

"But-"

"Shush. I don't wanna hear it. You didn't ruin anything, okay, sweetheart? Look at me."

His voice turned soft, and all you could do was meet his gaze. His hand gently cupped your cheek, the rough, calloused pad of his thumb stroking over the soft skin of your face.

"You did nothing wrong, you hear me? Nothing." He stated.

You nodded slightly, nuzzling into his palm.

"We can just lay here. I'll hold you for as long as you need."

"But what about-"

"Shhh, Shh. I don't need anything but you in my arms, doll." Jason muttered, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

With a sigh, you let your eyes fall shut and snuggle into the warmth radiating off his body.

It was a much needed break with lots of sincere and mumbled reassurances from Jason before he broke the peaceful silence.

"D'you wanna try again?" He asked gently, quietly, with a small smile.

You returned a smile and nodded.

"I do."

You watched as his smile morphed into a wide grin.

"Let's try something else, yeah? Come on, sit on my face, pretty girl."

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Aka my love-hate relationship with my antidepressants <3

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♡ as always, to start, Simon couldn't give less of a fuck what your body looks like. He's not shallow and as corny as it sounds, he fell in love with the heart that's beating in your chest, not the plush flesh protecting it.

♡ HOWEVER, obviously he's insanely attracted to you. Even though your appearance isn't that important to him, he can't deny just how gorgeous you are.

♡ as time goes on, he lets himself show just how much he loves your body. Once he knows you're not going anywhere, he feels more comfortable showing affection like this because you won't think he's shallow and using you for your stellar bod.

♡ to get to the actual topic, ass guy.

100% a goddamn ass man. And thighs for that matter. They come as a package deal and Simon couldn't be happier.

♡ that doesn't mean he isn't into tits, he very much is. Literally anywhere he can get his mouth, he loves. And that does include your boobs.

♡ couldn't give a single fuck about the size of them or how they look. They're fucking hot to him no matter what because they're your tits. And he gets to use them to make you squirm and gasp his name.

♡ but God, does he love ass. This man will have his hands on your buns 24/7. Holding, kneading, patting, drumming. Also, built in pillows.

♡ Simon needs a good amount of flesh and pat to have in his huge hands, and your ass is the perfect option. He'll spend hours just genuinely playing with your ass. I'm saying how some play with fucking play-doh. Like a cat making biscuits.

♡ naps on it regularly. Face down, nose almost brushing your pussy. Like you need to check if he's still breathing. Simon will relax on your thighs or even read a book, but your ass is really where he knocks out and goes to cloud 9.

♡ he WILL give you sleepy head when he wakes up. Biting, sucking and licking on your cheeks, spreading them and letting spit from his tongue drip onto your cunt. Absolutely filthy. Borderline psychotic levels of nasty, but how can anyone be mad at him when he's all groggy <3

♡ so into spanking. Like he thinks about it every second of every day. His hands are his favorite tool to use, but occasionally, you get kinky, and he gets out the belt.

♡ his hands are perfect for it. Rough from years of wear with callouses and scars but a gentle touch that soothes that stinging pain immediately.

♡ Simon spends hours worshipping your ass. Sucking hickeys and bruises in the supple flesh, red marks from his hands slapping it or a full-on imprint of his entire set of teeth.

♡ if he's really horny or just particularly riled up, it does evolve into ass eating at times. Literally just needs his entire face between your cheeks.

♡ begs you to sit on his face, surprise. This man actually has a death wish at this point, but goddammit, if he's gonna go, it better be suffocation by ass. And pussy, but that's obvious.

♥︎ Regularly jokes about it and how he'd proudly have it engraved in his headstone. Morbid motherfucker.

♡ but he's not always nasty. Sometimes, it's just a comforting pat on your behind when you need a softer approach that day.

♡ or a gentle, cheeky pinch when you did a good job with something. Can be anything and your reward will always be a squeeze or a grab.

♡ looooooves when you walk around in just underwear and a T-shirt (his, obviously). The hem is short enough to show off the curve where it melts into your thighs, but long enough to leave a good amount to the imagination.

♡ one of his more endearing traits is that he'll use your ass as a drum. Just patting a random beat or along to whatever is playing in the background. It's a way to keep his hands busy without initiating sex. Sometimes, it just needs to be wholesome domesticity.

♥︎ On that note, I can totally see him having played the drums in his teens. You know, having a proper rocker phase. But anyway;

♡ extremely fascinated with your body in general. He'll trace strectmarks, gently brush over moles and squeeze the fat to watch as dimples and valleys dip into your flesh. Very into you being real and not a figment of his imagination.

♡ Simon Riley is an ass man to the bone, and he isn't afraid to say it. Which perfectly matches Johnny being a tit-fanatic because what's better than sharing a meal with your best friend?

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Pardon, it's literally 4am and I fear it's my unhinged hour.

This is all over the place, my bad fam

Leon stirred, the sweet smell of something pulling him from his dreamless sleep. His nose scrunched at the strong aroma filling the air, a hint of stinging saltiness coming to join the delicious symphony of scents.

With a groan he turned to his other side, burying himself in the softness of your shared bed. The curtains did a surprisingly well job at keeping the bright morning sun out of the room, a pleasant dim making it easier on the eyes.

Though peace was far out of his reach, as were you. With furrowed brows and a clumsy attempt to feel for you on your side of the bed, he was met with cold sheets. Not even slightly warm from the heat your body emitted.

Not your soft form that he could mold to his hardened frame. An annoyed huff slipped past his lips as he begrudgingly opened his eyes, rubbing the sleep from them as a yawn took over his face.

"Sweetheart? Where are you?" He called weakly, cringing at the roughness of his voice.

But he made no attempt to move, limbs heavy with exhaustion. It seemed that no matter how much sleep he got, the tired feeling that sat deep in the marrow of his bones would never fade.

Leon surrendered to his fate, laying as if confined to the bed, resting his eyes but never actually falling back asleep.

Meanwhile, you were flitting through the kitchen, icing the cake you made and simultaneously flipping the bacon for a hearty breakfast. You hummed a tune, none in particular, with a smile on your face as you glanced at the table filled with wrapped gifts and birthday cards.

A candle sat in the middle, itching to be lit and used to send a wish far into the universe. With a last few finishing touches, you admired your work before cleaning up the inevitable mess.

A grin sat high on your cheeks as you quietly made your way to your bedroom, where the birthday boy was resting without a thought in the world and a grumbling stomach.

You couldn't contain the excitement bubbling in your own gut, the idea of finally spoiling and doting on Leon blooming in your chest like a delicate flower at the first spring rays. With a hand securely on the handle, you peaked in, seeing his peaceful and resting face. A smile cracked on your cheeks.

To see him without those deeply worried eyes and stressed crease between his brows, a soft jaw instead of the grinding of teeth made your heart swell.

The door swung open, and before Leon had time to register what was going on, you had already tackled him and were pressing sloppy kisses all over his face while mumbling something along the lines of happy birthday.

As much as Leon would like to love being smothered by your affection, right now, it was all too much. Exhaustion was still heavy in his limbs, and his eyelids felt like they were made of lead.

Your engulfing touch felt suffocating instead of comforting and warm, and your giggles that normally made his heartbeat rise along with the overwhelmingly nauseating smells of his favorite foods made his stomach twist.

Teeth grinding on teeth as he tried to keep the growing feeling of too much too much too much away.

"Stop.." he said quietly, tightly grasping your arms to stop the scratchy fabric of your shirt from brushing against his skin.

"It's your birthday, silly! I'm not stopping until the clock hits midnight." You giggled, somehow completely unaware of his discomfort.

"Please, stop." He whispered firmer this time, the feeling of your lips on his making him shiver in such an unpleasant way, he was wondering if he was broken.

You were too caught up in your own excitement to notice the crack in his voice or the tension in his jaw, instead peppering more kisses all along his face.

The thin string of his sanity that Leon was holding onto with his life was worn through and he snapped. His bones felt wrong in his body, his breaths were coming out all weird and an uncomfortable pressure in his nerves made him stiffen.

"Stop!" He snapped, roughly pushing you off of him.

You managed to grasp onto the bed so you didn't complete crash onto the ground, but the pain of his sudden rejection hurt more than your knees hitting the hard floor. You were shell-shocked, your eyes wide and your lips parted in disbelief.

For a moment, you just stared at each other.

Your eyes glassy, a pained expression on Leon's face as the discomfort in his body didn't ease. His breaths were ragged, and when he did open his eyes, his heart clenched so hard in his chest, he swore he could feel his ribs breaking.

With a sleep addled and exhausted mind and a body that didn't feel like his own, he turned away in shame and pulled the covers over his head, hoping all of it would go away for just a minute.

Eyes squeezed shut, and fingers pressed into his ears to limit the amount of outer stimuli.

With your heart cracked and sitting heavy in your chest, you swallowed the tears and wrestled yourself up from the floor.

"I... sorry.." was all you managed to get out as your throat closed up. The quiet patter of your feet faded before stopping at the doorframe.

"Happy Birthday.." you whispered, looking back, before leaving him be.

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He felt horrible. Physically and how he'd treated you.

How could he explain that you weren't the problem but the world preying on him outside of his safe sanctuary?

How could he explain the fucked up things that had broken him in so many ways, ruining every last bit of joy he had?

How could he explain that every single birthday of his had ended as another chapter for a therapist to write down instead of big smiles and memories on old polaroids?

He couldn't, because you were his voice, his breath with which he could speak, and now he'd chased you away, too.

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The obnoxious presents and decorations along with the elaborate breakfast platter and mile-high birthday cake seemed much more ridiculous and mocking as you sank into yourself on the couch.

It was like the sun had disappeared behind the clouds, and a heavy gloom settled around you, your own little storm of sorrow that made sure to keep you soaked and shivering.

Too much too much too much.

It was all too much. You were too much. Too affectionate, too happy, too excited, too big of a personality, simply too much.

An unpleasant feeling settled in your stomach as you stared at the colorful and patterned presents, a cruel reminder laughing straight in your face.

You were paralyzed, staring into nothingness with the feeling of a boulder on your chest.

Your thoughts spiraled deeper into depths you hadn't missed, and you'd wondered if soon you'd reach a land with a grinning cat, a white rabbit and a mad Hatter, ruled by a Queen that resembled wrath incarnate. Losing your head didn't sound so horrible, after all it would stop the thoughts at least.

You didn't know how long you'd sat on that couch, the cushions molding to your body. As if on autopilot, you managed to pry yourself from your seat and wordlessly started putting things away.

The breakfast that had stopped steaming was shoved into the oven, in hopes of keeping it from going completely cold.

The cake that you had decorated with so much love was gently covered and set into the fridge, residing between jams, cold cuts, and a jar of pickles.

The presents were gathered into a pile, a blanket thrown over them, and the balloons were rushed into the supply closet.

You'd decided it wasn't worth it to climb on the death trap of a ladder you owned once again to take down the garlands, so they just had stay there, out of your sight.

The only thing that remained was the lonely birthday candle, the flame flickering as the wax dripped onto the counter.

It had burned down quite a bit, and as much as its image was tearing into your heart, it wasn't yours to extinguish.

Not your wish to make.

Not your plumes of smoke that swirled like they were burdened with a purpose.

Not your fond memory of another year gone by with the people you love.

So, you watched. Followed the hot flame as it danced in that elegant way only fire could.

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Meanwhile, Leon was still hiding away beneath the covers. Deep breaths as he tried to regulate his senses, the stiff and torturing feeling that had befallen his nerves fading. His brows were creased, his heart heavy, tears stinging in his eyes and his throat closing.

Why couldn't he be normal? React like any other human to such a thoughtful and sweet gesture?

Nevermind his discomfort, he hated how his feelings exploded onto you, pulling you down with him.

He knew you'd understand, you always did. You were patient and kind, never rushing him or trying to shove him into a box.

You had your own inner turmoils but treated him with such an open heart nonetheless.

With a deep sigh, he dragged himself from your shared bed with the intention of making the best out of this day.

And that meant begging for your forgiveness on his knees, like a lost and lonely follower desperately pleading for redemption from his deity.

Leon got himself ready for you more than himself. A pair of slacks that took every outfit from casual to chic, and that one shirt that fit him a little too well like you said. The silly police-themed socks that you'd gifted him one day just because they made you think of him. A touch of the warm and comforting cologne you loved so much and a quick rake through his blonde mop.

With a deep exhale and a hand on the doorknob, he was ready to reconcile.

You heard him before you saw him. The quiet commotion coming from your bedroom had already drawn your attention away from the candle, although your eyes were fixed on it still.

The opening and closing of a door, the soft shuffle of feet, and then, his tall frame in your peripheral.

Finally, you turned with a half-hearted smile, the hurt in your eyes still visible.

"Hey, you." You said quietly, watching as his expression softened.

"Hi." He muttered, a gentle but unsure grin on his face.

Without a word, he carefully pried you from the barstool you were seated on and pulled you against his chest into a warm embrace.

You melted into his arms, your eyes falling shut in comfort as the scent of his cologne invaded your senses, patching up the tears in your heart.

"I'm sorry." He mumbled into your hair, "I... it was too much. The sensations, the sounds, the smells. It isn't you, but everything else. I'm so sorry."

The confession came from his lips like a pleading cry, his voice trembling only to a degree you would notice.

Pulling your head from his chest, you cupped his cheek with a soft smile.

"I get it. I get overwhelmed, too, sometimes. I just... didn't expect that reaction." You chuckled half-heartedly.

"And I'm sorry. For not asking first, for not noticing how uncomfortable you were. Everything's a little different with you, and that's okay, I just really wanted to spoil you for once. But, now I know better and I'll do better next time, I promise."

Your heartfelt apology hit him right between his ribs, brows scrunching and lips trembling as he wrapped you up into another hug.

"Thank you. You just looked so hurt and I felt horrible. I didn't mean to do it, I swear, I just didn't know what to do and-"

you gently shushed his rambling with a sweet peck to his lips while wiping a few tears from his lashline.

"Take a deep breath, alright?," you began softly, earning a nod from Leon,

"it's all forgiven. Shit like this happens, okay? But we can't let that push us away from eachother, we're a team. I admit, I was pretty hurt, but that was the consequence of overstepping. We talk this out and everything's gonna be fine. Now, dry those tears, we only have reason to celebrate!" You smiled brightly, wrapping your arms around his neck.

Leon chuckled wetly, wiping at his nose with the back of his hand.

"You're amazing, you know that?" He sniffled with a lopsided smile.

"Well, I've heard that once or twice, so it must be true." You teased with a grin, pulling a laugh from him.

"Thank you for being so patient with me. I know I'm not exactly easy to deal with at times, so I appreciate you putting up with me for this long."

"I'm not putting up with you, I want to do this, yeah? I'm here because I want to be, don't forget that."

A gentle smile graced your features caressing his cheek. He nodded silently, cupping your hand and leaning into your touch.

"Can I set all of this up again? I really want you to have a great birthday. But only if you want to." You offered softly. Leon started at you for a while, his eyes so soft and gentle like you'd never seen before.

"I don't deserve you." He mumbled, taking your hand off his face and pressing a kiss to your knuckles.

"Yeah, you do! Now, is that a yes?" You grinned. He laughed, pinching your cheek.

"Yeah."

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With the little conformation you needed, you ushered him back into your bedroom with a giddy smile on your face.

"It'll just be a minute!" He heard through the door, shaking his head with a smile.

There was some shuffling here and some clanging there, but at least you had arranged everything like before - if not better. The candle stood in the center of it all, almost snuffed out surrounded by a lake of wax.

Suddenly, the door ripped open and Leon was dragged from the bedroom, almost stumbling into you.

"Hey, slow down, angel." He snorted, slightly pulling at your grip.

"No, we gotta hurry!! Before the candle goes out." You urged, using all your strength to log your giant of a boyfriend to his birthday candle.

With an eye roll, he followed you, although his heart swelled.

"You could've just blown it out, you know." Leon chuckled, staring at the more than sorry excuse of a candle, resting his weight on the counter.

You gasped in shock, a hand dramatically clutching at your chest.

"And commit such blasphemy? Never! It's your candle and your wish. It's not my candle to extinguish." You replied, raising your hands in surrender.

"You're weird." He replied, a lopsided grin on his face.

"Eh, you love it."

"That, I do."

You stared at him expectantly.

"Are you gonna make your wish today or do you wanna wait till next year?" You deadpanned, although a smile cracked on your lips.

"Bossy." He scoffed playfully before leaning over and, at last, blowing out his candle, his eyes never leaving yours.

He squeezed them shut for a second while the smoky plume danced in the air. You clapped for him with a bright smile.

"So.... what'd you wish for?" You asked curiously, like the nosy thing you were.

"Ha, you wish I'd tell you. No pun intended. If I do, it's not gonna come true." He smirked, watching as a pout settled on your pretty face, followed by a huff.

"Fine. Happy Birthday, baby." You smiled sweetly, stretching over the counter to press a kiss to his lips.

Leon hummed in appreciation, his eyes fluttering shut while his hand found your cheek.

"Thank you, sweetheart." He smiled, twirling a piece of your hair between his fingers.

"How about-"

You were interrupted by the grumbling of his stomach.

"-Breakfast? Yes, please."

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The rest of the day was spent with digging into the delicious and plentiful breakfast you made, along with a slice of cake, because when's a better time to have cake for breakfast than a birthday?

With a full stomach, the two of you sat in the sea of balloons, surrounded by all the presents provided by you and Leon's dearest friends.

"Jesus, so much for don't get me anything." Leon mumbled, looking over all the wrapped boxes.

"Yeah, I had to fight them off with a stick. They all wanted to come by today but we comprised on another time." You chuckled, Leon joining in.

"Thank you for protecting my sanity."

"Anytime, babe."

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There were so many gifts, Leon had lost count of all the things he'd gotten. But the namely ones were a new motorcycle helmet from Claire, an ornately decorated lighter from Luis, a new leather holster for his Red 9 gifted by Chris, and concert tickets from Sherry.

"None from you, huh?" He smirked, crumpling the wrapping paper in his hands.

"Oh, don't worry. You'll get to unwrap that later." You quipped, followed by a smirk.

"I can't wait." He grinned, his eyes darkening while his voice dropped into a low timber.

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The day ended with the two of you snuggled on the couch, stuffed with cake and too much delicious food and maybe that bottle of scotch Leon had saved for a special occasion.

You were pressed into his side, contently dozing off in his arms.

"I've never had a birthday like this before." He said quietly, turning to brush some hair out of your face.

"Like what?" You mumbled, your cheek squished against his chest.

"A good one." He confessed, a small smile playing on his face, but the dim lighting illuminated the sad shine in his baby blues.

A soft look cracked onto your features, your thumb caressing his cheekbone.

"I'm really glad you liked it." You smiled gently.

"I loved it, angel. Thank you." He replied quietly, wanting to bask in the softness of this moment.

"I'd do anything for you, you know that?"

"I do. And I'm the luckiest man in the world because of it."

His lips melted against yours in a passionate kiss, soft breaths exchanged as you got lost in one another.

Leon pulled away first, to your dismay, eyes glassy and lips red.

"I believe there's one last present for me to unwrap." He smirked, trailing the tips of his fingers up and down your arm.

"You're insatiable." You shook your head, but couldn't help the smile that snuk its way onto your face.

"Hey, it's my birthday." He defended with a chuckle.

"Alright, alright, birthday boy."

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Ahhhhh, I missed writing 😔

So happy that I finished this! I will get to all the requests in my inbox, please have some patience with me 🩷

Lotta stuff went down. Like Rock im Park, which was phenomenal, crossing paths with Corey Taylor, online dating etc.

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