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I SAW BRAND NEW DAY TODAY ON THE BIG SCREEN GUYS, IT'S SOOO GOOD I LOVE IT SM

I wrote a fic with Peter

I hope you like it! 🤍😌☝

THIS FIC CONTAINS SPOILERS FROM SPIDERMAN: BRAND NEW DAY

Peter had been working on his inhibitor all day.

Ever since his new powers had manifested, he'd been putting all his effort into suppressing that part of his DNA that, for the moment, he wasn't able to control.

You didn't think he'd notice, but the spider DNA and all that, but it had been 24 hours since he'd last eaten.

That's why you went into the small kitchen of Peter's apartment and tried to prepare his favorite dishes without burning the whole place down.

"E.V., reorder the parameters of the anchor transponder," Peter said. "Let's do another test."

"Inhibitor functionality test number 138, in progress," a robotic voice said.

From your position behind him, you could see how tense his shoulders were, the way his back was hunched forward, focused on his work.

He tapped impatiently with his pen on the notes scattered across the table, waiting for the AI ​​in his suit to run the test he had requested.

It was at that moment that you slowly appeared beside him, the tray of what you had prepared in your hands.

"Peter," you called, "I think you should rest a bit, don't you?" you murmured softly.

"I can't rest now, not when I'm so close to achieving it," he said, without looking up from you.

At least until his heightened senses detected something he hadn't noticed before.

He turned his head quickly toward you, and when he saw the food, his eyes widened, his gaze darting between the plates and you.

"It's been a while since you last ate," you murmured, suddenly shy. "If you don't eat, your brain won't work, Peter. That's what food is for."

"Of course, I… I'm sorry if I worried you," he whispered, before taking the plate from your hands. "Did you do all this yourself?"

"Yes, and I managed to do it without having to call the fire department," you replied, very proud of yourself.

"Sometimes I wonder if there's anything you don't know how to do," he whispered, getting up to place a loving kiss on your lips. "I love you."

"I know," you laughed. "Now eat, then you can go back to work."

Hi anon! YES I take requests!

It's been a while since the last time I wrote a fic with Patrick, soooo I did my best lol.

Here's the fic! I hope you like it! 😊☝

"YOU'RE RIGHT"

Patrick was thrilled to have you on the team.

Your recent addition didn't seem to sit well with Lisbon, who had repeatedly remained on the sidelines during conversations about the cases they were handling, something Jane (of course) noticed even though she hadn't said anything.

That day's case was something out of the ordinary.

The body of a woman had been found hanging from the highway overpass that connected the road to the city.

Traffic had come to a standstill, as several drivers had stopped to see what was happening.

This is why Lisbon called for reinforcements to set up a security perimeter around the area so they wouldn't be disturbed by any civilians and could do their job in peace.

Within minutes, the police did their job, and after the body was taken down, normal traffic flow resumed in the area.

"She looks bad," Patrick commented. "That's from being in the sun too long," he added, making you smile, while Lisbon rolled her eyes at him. "Too soon for jokes?"

"Not at all…"

"A little soon, yes," Lisbon interrupted, exchanging a sidelong glance with you. "Shall we focus?"

"Okay, my bad," Jane murmured, giving you space to examine the evidence more closely.

You stared at the poor woman's body for a few seconds before looking up at Lisbon.

"Her husband killed her," you blurted out, making both her and Patrick's eyes widen.

"There's no way you know that," she muttered. "We don't even know her name, where she lived, what she did for a living…"

"It's not necessary to know any of that," you interrupted, before beginning to explain. "Her clothes were perfectly ironed when they hung her up, which means she had just left the house," you continued. "A house located in the most expensive part of the city, judging by the gold watch she was wearing, which wasn't a gift from her husband," you explained. "This woman was cheating on her husband with another man." You gestured to the body. "This is a crime of passion."

"Nothing you just said makes any sense." “Lisbon sighed, glancing at Jane. “We shouldn’t even be listening to her. Why are we paying attention to…?”

“She’s right,” Patrick murmured, Lisbon turning to look at you. “She’s right about everything,” he affirmed. “The victim’s clothes were freshly ironed, as you can see the small water stains left by irons when you quickly iron something on the shoulder of the shirt,” he pointed out. “Then there’s the watch.” I must admit that the fact it's gold suddenly distracted me because no lover would give a woman something so expensive, unless…

“…the killer is a wealthy man,” you continued, your gaze fixed on him.

“…who lives in the same area as this woman and her husband,” he added, smiling.

“…and who could therefore be aware of each and every one of their movements,” you finished.

A few moments passed as you stared at each other, until Lisbon's voice broke the silence.

“Okay, maybe after the explanation some things will start to make sense,” she conceded, “but how do you know the husband didn't give her the watch?”

“Because if he had, he would have put his initials on the back…” Patrick said, as you took the watch off his wrist and turned it over.

There was nothing engraved on it

“…and that’s not the case,” you finished for him. “I knew first.”

“I don’t know… I think we realized it at the same time” he laughed, making you laugh too.

“Okay, Jane, if it makes you feel better…” you murmured.

“Patrick” he corrected you politely, as was his way, “we’ve been working together for a while now, you can call me Patrick.”

I WROTE ANOTHER FIC WITH PETER

I hope you like it! ☝😌🤍

THIS FIC CONTAINS SPOILERS FROM BRAND NEW DAY

You had been working alongside Spider-Man for several months, solving crimes throughout the city.

You didn't know his name or see his face, but you had heard his voice.

At first, he only called you when there was an alert, and then you would meet at the scene, helping people escape and ensuring everyone's safety.

But something changed between you two one day.

The day the Scorpion kidnapped you, Peter woke up feeling strange.

His spider-sense told him something was wrong, and instinctively, he grabbed his phone from the nightstand and saw that no alerts had been triggered.

He frowned in puzzlement and quickly got out of bed to connect to his computers, where he typed several commands simultaneously before pausing momentarily.

"E.V., locate the last known location of Precinct Y/N," the dark-haired man requested.

Peter watched as the AI ​​moved across the map of Queens until it reached a point where something red was marked on the ground.

"Last known location of Precinct Y/N, found," E.V. finished.

Peter noticed the red marks on the sidewalk, quickly donned his suit, and swung between the buildings to reach the location he had seen on his computer.

"I don't know what game you're playing, Scorpion," he said bluntly, "but if you want to play, at least show your face first so we can talk."

A metallic sound was heard behind him.

And Peter turned around quickly, noticing Scorpion's presence.

"Spiderman, I wasn't expecting you so soon," he smiled. "Did you get my message?"

"The blood here"—he pointed to the exact spot on the ground—"Is it hers?" he asked through gritted teeth.

"Spidey, you disappoint me," the other complained. "What happened to 'Good morning, how are you?' 'Fine, and you?' or 'Thanks, Spiderman, I'm fine too'?"

"I don't have time for this, Scorpion. I told you to answer the question," he said very seriously. "Is this her blood?"

"Yes, it's her blood," he said, making Peter's gaze harden even more.

"She tried to call you, you know?" "To ask for your help," he shrugged. "I had to explain to her that it wasn't the best thing to do," he said. "I'm sure you understand."

"If you killed her, there won't be a place on Earth or any other planet where you can hide," he growled. "Tell me where she is"

"Here," said the Scorpion, extending his tail and wrapping it around your waist to pull you closer.

Peter had to take a few deep breaths when he saw the cut on your lip; that's where the blood had come from.

Your eyes locked the moment you saw each other, and you almost cried with relief when you realized he had come to rescue you.

"Are you alright?" "What's wrong?" he asked, and you nodded slightly. "Yeah, it's okay, everything's fine," you murmured.

"Let her go," he murmured. "Whatever the problem is, we can solve it between us. She has nothing to do with it."

"Oh, but the problem is that she DOES have something to do with it, Spiderman," he said. "You see, SHE'S your closest confidante, the person you tell everything, or almost everything, about your life, right?" “—he questioned, running his fingers under your chin—she has information many would kill to hear.”

“I’m not going to tell you anything, you bastard,” you blurted out, making him laugh.

“I see why he likes you, it’s not hard to see, you two are perfect for each other,” the Scorpion commented, laughing.

“I’m not going to ask you again, Scorpion,” he said. “Let her go or I’ll show you no mercy.”

“Wow, that sounds pretty serious even for you, Spidey,” he muttered. “Are you going to kill me?”

“No, but I’ll hurt you so badly you’ll wish you were.”

The Scorpion then threw you aside to focus entirely on Peter, whom he attacked with all his might.

The man was strong, but Spiderman was far smarter.

After several jumps and dodges, he placed the inhibitor at the base of his spine, ceasing all neuronal activity, which prevented him from moving completely.

Your fellow police officers took him away, while Peter called an ambulance to help take you to the hospital.

When you woke up, the first thing you saw was a huge balloon that said "Get well soon!"

And then you saw him.

He was sitting in the hospital chair, seemingly asleep.

He was wearing the mask, so you couldn't tell for sure.

"Hey," you murmured; he stirred as soon as he heard your voice.

"Hi," he whispered, his eyes shining when he looked at you. "How are you?" "Like I'd been run over by an eighty-ton truck," you whispered. "I'll be fine," you smiled weakly. "Thanks for taking care of me, Spiderman."

"There's nothing to thank me for," he said. "Besides, you always take care of me too," he murmured. "We're even."

"We're even," you repeated.

You remained silent for a few moments, until you spoke again.

"What are you like?" you asked. "Underneath the mask?"

"Why do you want to know?" he whispered softly.

"To get a mental image of you," you confessed.

He remained silent for a few seconds before continuing.

"I'm dark-haired," he said. "I have wavy hair and light brown eyes," he murmured. "There's not much more to say."

"I'd give anything to look into your eyes, even just once," you whispered.

"I've thought about that many times," he confessed. "If I take off my mask, you might not like what you see."

"I highly doubt it," you replied. "And even if I did, that wouldn't change the fact that you're the person who has saved my life countless times."

"Revealing my identity to you would be very dangerous, Y/N," he murmured. "All my enemies could use you to get to me, like what happened today, and I…" He took a deep breath. "I can't bear to see you get hurt because of me," he confessed. "That will never happen again."

"I understand, but nothing will happen to me," you smiled slowly. "I have the best superhero in the city to protect me, don't I?" A nervous laugh escaped from beneath the mask.

"Yes, I suppose I am the best," he conceded, before turning serious again. "You have to promise me that if I do it, you won't tell anyone who I am. No one else can know."

"I swear on my badge," you murmured. He nodded firmly.

You held your breath as he reached behind his head to remove the mask.

The first thing you noticed was his hair.

Soft, chocolate-brown waves framed a youthful face with gentle, kind features.

"Hello," you greeted, offering a shy smile.

"Hello," he replied in kind.

"So this is you?"

"Yes," he whispered, tilting his head to the side. "It probably wasn't what you expected, but…"

"You're exactly how I imagined you'd be," you interrupted, making his eyes widen in surprise.

"Really?" "He asked, and you nodded.

"Really," you affirmed. "Let's start over," you whispered, extending your hand. "I'm Y/N," you said.

He looked at your hand for a few moments, and without hesitating, he shook it warmly, saying:

"Nice to meet you, Y/N," he smiled. "I'm Peter, Peter Parker."

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Peter Parker," you replied. "Have you been rescuing many kittens trapped in trees lately? That's also a job for your friendly neighborhood Spider-Man, right?"

I WROTE ANOTHER FIC WITH DI LAURENTIS

I hope you like it! 🤍☝😌

Dean could count on one hand the number of times he'd ever set foot in a library.

He usually never went in, but that time his ethics professor had assigned a project on Kant and his philosophy, he knew he absolutely had to go to the library to gather as much information as he could about the thinker so he could complete the assignment successfully if he wanted to pass the course with a good grade.

He needed a 9 average to stay on the team, so failing wasn't an option.

He went into the library and, after asking at the reception desk where the philosophy section was, walked over there in search of the book he needed.

His gaze wandered for a second over the volumes, looking for the letter K that began the philosopher's name.

That's when he saw you.

You were putting a couple of books on the top shelf with the help of a stepladder, and it just so happened that since you were the ONLY person who worked there who was in the same area as him at that moment, you were therefore the ONLY one he could ask.

He walked slowly toward you.

He didn't want to scare you, but it was inevitable when you heard a deep male voice beside you.

You tilted your head as soon as you heard it, and as soon as you saw a head of wavy blond hair and eyes as big as, or even bigger than, his arms, you knew you were screwed.

"Hi, I… I'm…" He trailed off. Since when did he ever go blank? from NEVER- …looking for Kant

-He's two hallways down, where the table with the blue chairs is –you indicated- turn right and there's a whole shelf with his works and essays

-Thanks…

-y/n –you added to fill his sentence, making him smile-

-y/n –he repeated, frowning slightly- Have we met before? “Your face seems familiar,” he asked.

“I don’t think so,” you replied. “We move in very different circles, so we’ve never spoken, that’s for sure.”

“I suppose you’re partly right,” he whispered. “If we had talked, I’m sure I’d remember.”

You felt your cheeks begin to turn red with embarrassment, because… well, it was pretty obvious that the blond stranger with the big arms was flirting with you, and you… let’s just say it wasn’t your strong suit.

“I am hard to forget,” you blurted out, playing along. “My mother says I have a special aura, though I’ve never quite understood what that means.”

“I’m not exactly the best person to explain it to you either,” he said, his gaze meeting yours with such intensity that it took your breath away for a few moments. “So I’ll just say your mother is right.”

You stared at each other for a few more seconds, until you decided to break the spell, nodding your head towards the hallway you'd pointed out earlier.

"You should go get the book now, we're closing in five minutes," you urged, making his smile widen.

"It's the campus library, Y/N," he whispered. "It's open 24 hours a day, 365 days a week."

"Okay, you caught me. It's true it doesn't close, but you…" you murmured. "…you have to go."

"Why?" he whispered, his voice dangerously low as he approached you until your back brushed against the bookshelf behind you. "Do I make you nervous?"

"No," you declared, looking anywhere but at him.

Gently, he cupped your chin between his thumb and forefinger, making you look up at him again.

His eyes met yours, and he looked at you as if he could see your thoughts reflected in them.

"You're lying," he whispered. "You're very easy to read, Y/N."

Then he pulled away, leaving you practically trembling and breathing heavily.

He ran a hand through his hair before pointing down the hallway.

"Well, I'd better go find the book, like you suggested," he smiled. "Although, of course, Kant is very dense, and maybe—and I mean MAYBE—I won't understand some concepts, so it's PROBABLY I'll have to ask someone I trust to clear things up."

"I'm someone you trust?" you questioned. He nodded. "Dean, we've only known each other for fifteen minutes. That's a short time to determine if someone deserves your trust or not, don't you think?"

"Wait a minute" he tilted his head toward you before crossing his arms and leaning against one of the bookshelves. "How do you know my name?"

"It's on the front of your jacket," you blurted out, making you chuckle as you watched him glance down at the garment to confirm that, indeed, his name was stitched on it. "I suppose we'll see each other soon, Di Laurentis."

I WROTE A FIC WITH WILL BECAUSE, WHAT ON EARTH WAS THAT FINALE OMG, I'M OBSESSED 😩☝

ARE YOU TELLING ME THAT I HAVE TO WAIT TILL THE 25TH TO KNOW WHAT HAPPENED AFTER THAT? I CAN'T DO THAT OM CHUCK 💔

THIS FIC CONTAINS SPOILERS OF THE 5TH SEASON OF STRANGER THINGS

I hope you like it! 😌🤍☝

The creatures from the Upside Down were everywhere.

You watched, horror reflected in your eyes, as they leaped and tore apart the soldiers who were firing at them with everything they had, trying to defend themselves.

You knew perfectly well that no weapon they could make would be effective against them.

You needed something more powerful… or someone more powerful.

The problem was that both Hopper and Eleven were in the Upside Down, so it was practically impossible for them to reach the military base in time to stop the massacre.

Eleven had noticed a sharp increase in energy in the Upside Down, which could only mean that something very bad was happening in the real world.

You tore your gaze away from the creatures and focused it on the group of children behind you, reminding yourself of your mission.

The main reason you and your friends had used the tunnels that time was to rescue the children from the camp where they'd been taken, supposedly to be offered to Vecna ​​as bait, which OF COURSE you weren't going to let happen.

"Okay, guys, I need you to listen to me and look ONLY at me, okay?"

They nodded, staring at you.

"Nothing's going to happen. I'm going to get you out of here, but for that, you have to trust me." You tilted your head toward the opposite sidewalk. "At my signal, we'll run over there so we can get to Radio Shack," you said. "You'll be safe there until it's all over."

"We?" one of the kids questioned. "And what are you going to do?"

"I have to help my friends," you murmured, nodding your head. "Now!"

The children moved quickly while you tried to keep their eyes on you so they wouldn't see the mess around you, but it was nearly impossible to keep them from seeing anything.

When you arrived at Radio Shack, you gave the door a hard push to open it, and once inside, you gathered the children and gave them new instructions.

"Stay here," you whispered, looking at the oldest of the children, who must have been about thirteen or fifteen years old. "You're their protector," you said. "I know it's not easy and that you're scared, but I need you to be strong. Can you do it?"

“Yes” the boy replied, making you smile kindly.

“That’s just what I wanted to hear,” you murmured. “When I leave, you all need to work together to make a barricade,” you explained. “Block the door so nothing can get in, and stay away from the windows,” you continued. “The safest place is the back room, since it doesn’t have any windows or a back door,” you murmured. “I’ll come back for you, I promise. In the meantime, you have to…”

Then you heard it. Heart-wrenching screams cut through the air, making you gasp for breath.

You could feel the pain and suffering in the air as if you were the one experiencing it.

Without wasting a moment, you left the tent and scanned the scene until you found the source of the screams.

It was Will, who was lying on the ground trembling, while his mother held his head and whispered that everything was going to be alright.

Your heart sank so much you didn't know how it was still beating.

You swallowed hard and ran towards them, dodging corpses and creatures alike.

When you reached them, Joyce looked at you, worry and tension etched on her face.

"I don't know how to help him, Y/N, I…" she murmured, "I don't know what to do."

"These visions are stronger than before," you whispered, watching her. "They've never been this aggressive." You grimaced. "The only thing we can do is be here for him," you murmured. "You have to stay strong for him, Joyce," you murmured, looking at her. "We all have to." She nodded. "Where is everyone else?"

“I don’t know, we separated when the attack started,” she murmured. “Will and I were going to go look for them when…” She gestured with her head.

“Okay,” you took a deep breath, trying to calm yourself. “Okay,” you repeated. “I…” You swallowed hard. “Stay with him, I’ll try to contact…”

Suddenly, you felt a sharp blow to your right side.

One moment you were on your feet, and the next you were lying on the ground with excruciating pain throughout your body and blurred vision.

You heard a voice calling your name, but your ears were so blocked that you couldn’t make out who it was.

You tried to stand, but your legs wouldn’t respond.

So you crawled on your elbows along the road, trying to get back to where you had been.

You tried to understand what had happened, but you couldn't find an explanation… until you saw one of the creatures from the Upside Down with its enormous, spiny arms covered in blood, YOUR blood.

You let out a groan of pain as you tried to move again, trying to escape the counterattack you knew was coming.

You knew it was coming, but it was impossible.

Your eyes felt heavy. You were so tired, you had never felt so tired in your entire life as at that moment.

So you slowly let your eyes close, accepting your fate.

You heard the creature's paws clatter against the cement floor, and you knew it was the end.

After everything you had tried to stop them, you were going to die at the hands of one of them.

You closed your eyes and braced yourself for impact… which never came.

Suddenly, time stopped.

It was as if the air became charged with electricity and nothingness at the same time.

You could almost feel the creature's breath on your face when you opened your eyes with difficulty and saw it suspended in the air in front of you, one of its sharp claws stretched out towards you.

You gasped in surprise and glanced towards Joyce, and… you panicked when you didn't see Will, but then you turned your head to the other side and saw him.

This wasn't the Will you knew. I mean, it was him, but neither you nor anyone else had ever seen this version of him.

His eyes were completely white, and his right hand was raised towards you.

Then you understood that he was the one who had stopped the Demogorgon's advance.

He had practically saved your life.

You watched as he raised his hand a little higher and twisted his wrist, causing the creature's neck to snap as if it were a dry twig.

The body fell in front of you, and you looked up at him and Joyce, unable to believe what you had just witnessed.

"I warned him not to touch you," he said afterward, when his eyes returned to normal and he was himself again, "but he didn't listen to me," he whispered, pointing at the body, while wiping the blood from his nose with the back of his hand.

Then he fell to his knees.

Joyce went to help him, while you felt a pair of arms support you to help you up.

You tilted your head to see a tired Jonathan and an even more tired Nancy.

"Guys, I'm sorry. I… I wanted to… I had to…" you gasped, "the children… they…"

"Shh, it's best if you don't talk now," Nancy said. "You have to save your energy, okay?" "You're going to be okay."

"I'm not so sure about that," you coughed, staining your t-shirt with blood. "I think I'm going to die."

"You're not going to die," Nancy declared, gesturing to Joyce. "Help me move her, slowly."

Together they lifted you and carried you to safety behind a truck that hadn't overturned.

You hissed in pain as your side burned and stinged with every breath.

Nancy tore several strips from her and Jonathan's t-shirts to clean the blood, then plugged and bandaged it so you could hold out a little longer until they could take you to a hospital.

At that moment, Will came into view. He stood beside you and gave you a friendly smile, only it wasn't really that friendly.

You knew him too well to know that he only showed that kind of gesture in critical situations like this one.

"Will," you whispered, "you're here."

"Of course I am, where else would I be?" he joked, and you managed a weak smile. "You're going to be okay."

"Do you think so?" you questioned, not entirely convinced.

"I do," he replied, his gaze fixed on you. "I'm sorry I wasn't there to stop it sooner," he whispered. "If I had been stronger, I…"

"Will, look at me," you pleaded, and he did. "You're not to blame for ANY of this, okay?" "You saved my life," you murmured. "What happened afterward isn't your fault. NOTHING that's happening is your fault," you murmured. "Stop blaming yourself for everything, please."

"Okay, I'll try not to" he paused before speaking again. "You're going to survive. We all will," he said. You managed a weak smile.

"We all have plenty of good reasons to keep living," you murmured, looking at him firmly. "Don't think you're going to get rid of me that easily, Byers."

I JUST WATCHED WUTHERING HEIGHTS TODAY IN THE CINEMA FELLAS, IT'S SOOO GOOD OMG I LOVE IT SM I'M OBSESSED

SOOO I wrote another fic with Heathcliff

I hope you like it! 😌🤍☝

WARNING: THIS FIC CONTAINS EXPLICIT SMUT AND SLIGHT SPOILERS FROM THE WUTHERING HEIGHTS MOVIE

You had no idea what was wrong with you.

You looked at yourself in the bathroom mirror, as if both the solution to your problems and the problem itself were about to materialize on the reflective surface in front of you, but nothing of the sort happened.

That's why you left the house and ran far, far away, to a place where you knew no one could find you, a hollow between two rocks, similar to a cave but not as deep.

You sat down on one of them and stopped to think about why you were in this state.

In the end, all the questions you were asked had the same answer.

You had fallen in love with Heathcliff, and you didn't know what to do with that information.

You had known him since you were children, you had grown up together in the same house your whole lives, and you yourself had known him by that name because of your brother who had died several winters ago.

As the years passed, you stopped seeing him as a child and began to see him as a man, who was kind, understanding, good-hearted, and handsome—very handsome.

You shook your head, trying to get rid of those thoughts, but it was impossible.

Your mind betrayed you every few seconds, sending you images of him in different situations.

Heathcliff feeding the horses, his torso bare, so you could see the beads of sweat trickling down his broad back, along with the marks from your father's whip, the result of a beating he'd taken to protect you.

Heathcliff chopping wood in the back of the house, bringing the axe down so hard against the log that his arm muscles bulged and the veins bulged beneath his skin.

Heathcliff showing Joseph how to organize the horses so they wouldn't have any trouble getting along.

Heathcliff, Heathcliff, Heathcliff—that's all you could think about.

Your mind gave you no rest, night after night, day after day.

All the time, twenty-four hours a day.

Without you noticing, he'd slipped his hand under the hem of your dress and inside your underwear.

Soft sighs escaped your lips as you imagined another hand touching you.

You were so oblivious to everything around you that you didn't notice a worried Heathcliff making his way across the field to where you were.

We mentioned earlier that you were the only person who knew about this hiding place, but you didn't remember that he did too.

Heathcliff knew that when you needed to be alone or disconnect from the world for a while, this was your favorite place, a spot where you could connect with yourself and your thoughts with complete freedom.

The problem was that he had seen you leave the house as if the devil himself were chasing you, so obviously he had to go and see if you were alright.

He was about to reach the entrance when he heard a noise, something like a gasp.

At first he thought you had fallen and hurt yourself, but when he tilted his head a little more and saw you, he realized that what he thought had nothing to do with what was really happening.

Your hand was tucked under your clothes, your head was leaning against the rock behind you, and your lips were slightly parted, from which several gasps and broken sighs escaped.

Heathcliff stood there for a moment watching you, before turning to leave, but to his surprise he almost slipped on a pile of stones, which made a clinking sound that alerted you, making you turn your head towards where you had heard the noise coming from.

Your eyes widened when you saw Heathcliff's figure.

At first you didn't know what to do, but when you pulled yourself together and your body reacted, you jumped to your feet and started walking away.

"Y/N," he called, following you. "Wait!"

"Heathcliff, you… you shouldn't have seen…" you blurted out, mortified. "What are you doing here? You should go home. Father will whip you if he finds out you've left home again without his permission."

"We're not children anymore, Y/N," he murmured. "I don't owe Father any explanations," he said. "If he wants to whip me, let him. I came all the way here to see if you were alright," he confessed. "I saw you leave the house too quickly, and I thought you were hurt, or worse, that someone had hurt you," he explained. "But now that I see that's not the case, I should go back then."

"No!" Wait, I… -you murmured- I'm sorry, Heathcliff, I didn't mean to… please don't be angry with me.

"I'm not angry, just a little confused, that's all."

"Confused?" you questioned. "What do you mean?"

"What were you doing before?" he asked, getting straight to the point. "There's no point in lying to me because I'll know when you do," he said. "You're a terrible liar."

"That's not true!" you shrieked, running away from him. He reached you in two strides and hoisted you onto his shoulder as if you weighed nothing

"Heathcliff, let me go!" you exclaimed, playfully hitting him on the back.

When you did, you realized you were back in the cave, where you'd been alone just minutes before.

"Now that we're back where it all began, maybe it'll be easier to explain what you were doing before I arrived," he whispered, his gaze meeting yours intensely.

"I don't know what you're talking about," you said, tilting your head to avoid looking at him. "I wasn't doing anything."

"Y/N," he murmured, holding your chin between his thumb and forefinger so you would look at him, "I thought we made it clear you're not very good at lying." He whispered, placing his hand next to yours on the rock, leaning slightly towards you. "Whatever it is, you can tell me" he whispered, pressing his index finger to his lips. "I won't tell anyone"

"I know you won't," you murmured. "Even so, I…" You pressed your lips together tightly. "I'm really embarrassed to tell you."

"We've known each other for a long time, Y/N." “Shame isn’t something we possess anymore,” he said, making you smile nervously. “Tell me about it.”

“Well… I… was…” you murmured, “…thinking about you, I don’t know why, I… I’ve tried to understand it but I can’t find any explanation.”

“I see” he said. “And what happened next?” he whispered, making soothing circles on the inside of your wrist.

“I heard there’s something you can do, a place you should stimulate to relieve the pressure you feel in your body from time to time,” you confessed. “I… was trying to release that pressure when you arrived.”

“Well? Did you manage it?” “—he asked gently, you shook your head—

“I don’t know, I don’t think so,” you shrugged, “I don’t even know what I’m supposed to feel, so… well, I haven’t felt anything.”

“If you haven’t felt anything, it’s because you haven’t done it right, or maybe you have, but you haven’t gotten where you’re supposed to,” he said, sliding his fingers down to stop at the waistband of your skirt, “that spot you were talking about earlier… it’s here.” He placed his palm on your lower abdomen. “I can make it stop hurting, Y/N, I can relieve that pressure you feel… only if you want to, of course.”

“Yes, I do want to, I want you to touch me,” you blurted out faster than you intended, making him smile. “Will it hurt?”

“I would never do anything to hurt you, Y/N,” he whispered. “It’ll feel strange at first, but once you get used to it, you’ll enjoy it, I promise.”

“Okay, do it,” you said, clenching your toes tightly as he lifted your skirt.

You felt his long, cold fingers slide along the soft skin of your inner thighs, sending shivers down your spine.

Heathcliff didn’t miss a single detail of the expressions that crossed your face, eager to etch them into his memory for later.

His index and middle fingers slipped inside you… but just like before, you felt nothing.

“Surely this is what you did before, isn’t it?” You nodded, unable to speak. "You were doing well, you were doing VERY well, but you didn't finish the job," he whispered, his eyes locked on yours. "Look at me," he asked. "That's it, good girl," he whispered, making you gasp at the tone of his voice.

You felt his fingers curl inside you, causing a moan to escape your lips.

He touched a spot inside you that you didn't even know existed, but from the moment he touched you, you wished he would never stop.

"Heathcliff, I can't… I'm going to…"

"Do it, darling, I've got you. I always will" he assured you.

You involuntarily dug your nails into his shoulders, feeling yourself release, and the pressure you'd felt a few minutes ago vanished as if it had never existed.

"Are you okay?" he asked, searching your eyes with his gaze, and when you smiled at him, he knew everything was fine.

"Yes, I'm… fine," you replied, making him smile. "We should go back before it gets dark," you said, looking up at the sky.

I WROTE ANOTHER FIC WITH TELEMACHUS

I hope you like it! ☝😌💙

THIS FIC CONTAINS SPOILERS FROM THE ODYSSEY

The new king of Ithaca had plans for both the city and its inhabitants.

Since Odysseus had chosen the path of voluntary exile along with the young king's mother, he had been crowned and blessed with the power and foresight of the gods, so that they might guide his path toward a promising future.

Telemachus was at that moment strolling through the city with his royal escort, just as his father had done, and his father before him.

He enjoyed mingling among the citizens, even though everyone knew who he was, greeting them, meeting their families, and learning about the roles they played within the hierarchy of their society.

But what Telemachus enjoyed most, besides being with the people, was that he had developed a level of trust with them, that they felt free and at ease to tell him their problems, so that he knew them firsthand.

And so it was that that day, he returned to the palace knowing that he had to take care of: the wolves that came down from the mountains and ate the sheep; another spring was needed to wash clothes; and the fruit trees in the northern area had been destroyed after a strong storm a week earlier, so he himself had volunteered to collect the seeds from that tree and replant them in another place where the soil was more protected.

With all this, and as time passed, the people began to form an opinion of what kind of king Telemachus was, and everyone agreed on the same things.

He was an understanding, kind, sincere, brave, and just man, free from any attitude that could tarnish his good character.

On the day of his coronation banquet, the soft music of the lyre filled the air as they ate and drank to celebrate that the throne of Ithaca had been reclaimed.

Of course, rumors had spread that young Telemachus was looking for a queen, someone with whom he could share his life and who felt the same love for Ithaca as he did.

It was then that his gaze turned to you, the girl with the lyre.

You ran your fingers over the strings with such delicacy that Telemachus was momentarily mesmerized.

"That girl" he whispered to his trusted advisor, who was beside him at the table, "Who is she?"

“She is said to be a demigoddess, my lord” the man replied, “daughter of Hades and a mortal woman whom he deceived, passing himself off as an ordinary human man.”

“It is not fitting to speak of any god in such a way, and least of all of the one who watches over our souls at the end of the road” said Telemachus, causing the man to lower his head, ashamed of his response.

“Of course, my lord, forgive my words, I am an old and weary man who urgently needs rest,” he explained. “I have come to check on your condition, nothing more.”

“I am fine” the young man reassured him. “Go and rest in the arms of Morpheus, my friend.”

The man nodded and slowly walked toward the exit, heading back to his house.

It was then that Telemachus began to ponder what the old man had told him.

There was a supposed demigoddess in his house, and he hadn't known about it? This had to be resolved as soon as possible.

Oblivious to everything and everyone, you stood before the only source of fire there: the fireplace.

You couldn't explain why, but the mere proximity of the fire, seeing the orange flames, and smelling the wood burning within it, made you feel good.

You sensed movement behind you, but didn't bother to turn around.

It was probably those idiots again, the ones who called themselves your friends, the ones who did nothing but pick on you because of your background and who your father was.

They despised everything you were, and therefore you despised them in the same way.

"This is the fifth time in two hours you've bothered me," you blurted out without turning around. "The sixth time, I'll call my father so he can set you straight once and for all." "I don't think that's necessary," said a voice you didn't recognize. "I come in peace."

Your eyes widened as you turned around to meet the warm, regal gaze of the new king of Ithaca.

Embarrassed by your response, you lowered your head to avoid looking him in the eyes.

"I'm sorry, my lord," you whispered. "I thought it was someone else. I didn't expect it to be you."

"You have nothing to apologize for," he said. "I don't believe we've been introduced. I am Telemachus."

"I know who you are, Telemachus, son of Odysseus and Penelope, rightful king of Ithaca" you murmured. "Everyone knows who you are" you continued. "The gods celebrate your ascension to the throne."

"It's good to know," he said, his gaze fixed on you curiously. "Who are these men who are bothering you?" he asked, catching you off guard.

"They are nobodies, my lord" you shook your head. "There's nothing to worry about."

"Even so," he insisted. "I will not allow any citizen to be instigated or persecuted, for whatever reason."

"Then forgive my boldness, but should I believe you're not afraid of me?

"Should I be?" he questioned. "Are you thinking of killing me to take the throne? Or better yet, do you have a plan to chase my father across the ocean to finish him off?"

"No, nothing like that," you answered honestly.

"Then I don't see why I should be afraid of you," he said. "Fear is the greatest inhibitor of the human mind," he whispered. "It prevents us from doing things because of it, and makes us do others that we later regret," he explained. "So no, I'm not afraid of you."

"Okay," you murmured, shocked by his answer. "You're… different from how I thought you'd be," you confessed.

"And how did you think I'd be?" he asked curiously.

"We'll leave that answer for another time, if you don't mind."