#nymph reader

An unnatural, distant rustling breaks you apart, and the air grows still, both of you tensely awaiting further signs that might alert you to danger. Suddenly, male voices become distinguishable as the wheels of a cart rolled along to the clip-clopping of donkey hooves. Humans! Without missing a beat, Daphni pulls you to press against her oak tree as she hides inside and tries her best to subtly manipulate its branches and trunk to properly conceal you from the men slowly approaching. 

“What is it that they’re wheeling up to the temple?” you ask quietly, captivated by the marble statue fastened onto the cart that four donkeys were wheeling up as two men walked alongside them. It appears as though their job was to ensure that the statue remains secure on the cart. 

“Hush! And hide, you dimwit! Lest you get seen and caught by those brutes!” Ignoring Daphni’s protests, you peek past the trunk of her hiding tree to further observe the beautiful statue they were hauling. It depicted a man leaning forward as he ran with vigour on a bed of clouds, winged appendages adorn his helmet and sandals as he holds an unusual-looking staff in one hand, his muscular torso is on full display as his humble loincloth and pouch fluttered in the wind beside him, scarcely to keep up with his speed. 

He’s beautiful…

“I said, hush!” Daphni hissed once again, and you realised you had spoken your thoughts out loud. 

“…Daphni?~” Her breath hitches at the familiar tone of mischief she hears in your voice; it never bode well for her whenever you felt the need to play tricks. “Do me this favour and I will grant you whatever you wish!”

࿐࿔*:･ﾟ

“My statue, missing?…Stolen?” Hermes furrows his brows as a touch of amusement gleams in his eyes. A thief who stole the statue of the god of thieves; how ironic. “However did that happen?” Despite the somewhat disappointing news, he couldn’t help but chuckle as he observed the chaos of the temple below him, “At least there is some decent turmoil and disorder over its disappearance. Ahh~ my guilty pleasure~” He sighs, “But what a shame. I was so looking forward to seeing how it came out.” He laughs and does a somersault in the air, “Surely it doesn’t come close to the real thing~”

The god thought it only appropriate to investigate the scene himself, hopeful of relocating his statue somehow. Who else is more fitting to search for it than him? And who knows? Perhaps he’ll come across the masterful thief who ran off with his statue.

Disguised as a shepherd searching for his flock of sheep, Hermes slowly climbs the gradual slope of the hill leading up to the temple that was to receive his statue. He remembers that the artisan responsible for carving his visage into beautiful white marble was an elderly fellow who would happily die indulging in his craft, but not journey up a hill to get the job done on site. But how embarrassing is it for the god of luck, travel and commerce to lose his own statue en route to the temple? He didn’t want to think about it further, feeling too awkward and uncomfortable with the thought, but was also indecisively hopping between that and the admiring curiosity for the thief who pulled off such a plot. 

“Interesting…” he can already sense the presence of nymphs as the surrounding forest was very abundant, saturated with colour, and flourishing with life. With his distinct hearing, he can also hear their remote murmurings and their light footfalls on the forest floor. He listens closely for a moment, closing his eyes to do so. 

“So what is your wish, my dear friend? I need to repay you for helping me steal—”

“I wish for you to never rope me into such schemes again!”

What’s this?… Hermes needed to investigate further. He might have just found the culprits — but nymphs? What interest do they have in his statue? Hiding in a flocculent shrub, he transforms into a strapping, tawny brown hawk with a keen beak and sharp talons before shooting through the forest, guided by the voices he had pinpointed and considered to be the culprit of his statue’s vanishing. 

“That’s not a wish, Daphni,” You huff with crossed arms before your attention is pulled away by a disturbance in the trees. When you look up, you find a handsome hawk perched on one of the high branches and immediately reach your arms up to it with a warm smile. As a nymph, you’ve always felt acutely connected to nature, which meant that you were especially fond of animals, even those that weren’t in your freshwater sphere. Rather, you were even more fascinated by those that you find on the land above your waters; birds were your favourite, for they dominated the skies so elegantly and moved with a freedom that was similar to how you swim through the rivers and lakes. 

Unfortunately, you couldn’t tempt this particular hawk into your arms, but that was to be expected as a Naiad rather than a nymph of the forest. Oh well… you suppose it’s adorably tilted head of curiosity was good enough for you, it was probably its first time seeing a freshwater nymph on land.

Hermes was intrigued. Before him were two nymphs, one was of the forest while the other…not. He tilted his head, curious that he couldn’t quite decipher what nymph she was; he could only perceive that she had the beauty of a bewitching kind, the type that made him shy away from her open arms of invitation. 

“It is a wish. It’s my wish, and you will respect it!” 

“Alright, alright, your wish is my command~” you finally concede and hug her tightly, giggling when she eventually returns your embrace with a defeated sigh — deep down, she knows that you would, one day, pull her into another devious scheme once again for cannot say no to you for long. Rather than leave you to your own devices, Daphni would rather join as an accomplice to ensure things don’t get out of hand. It was bothersome, but… you’re worth the trouble; not a boring second passes with you around.

“…What did you do with the statue anyway?” 

“I’m taking good care of it, I promise,” the bashful expression you pull has Hermes learning forward,  fascinated by the new charm you display as a character he’s deemed to be quite playful and self-assured; he’s certain that your coy appearance is a rare sight that must be relished. Not only that, but the topic has something to do with his missing statue; he must listen closely. “He is my handsome love, after all. It is now my responsibility to take care of him.”

What?… Hermes is stunned into silence. He doesn’t know whether he should laugh or fall into the sweet warmth fluttering in his chest, giving his heart the same wings as the ones attached to his temporal and sandals. His racing heart and fuzzy thoughts weren’t enough to distract him from the teasing that followed, however, whereby your friend was quick to poke fun at the idea of you being capable of responsibility. 

“I can be responsible!”

“Right. Once in a blue moon, perhaps.”

“Oh, stop it, Daphni!” Despite your protests, the giggle you let out was delightful and sweet, a hypnotic song that captivates him all the more. 

࿐࿔*:･ﾟ

Hermes couldn’t let you go and sneakily transforms from a hawk to a common snapping turtle in order to follow you into the large lake deep within the forest. In his aquatic form, Hermes easily follows you through the waters, amazed by another beautiful image of you, this time fitted with a stunning tail that propels you effortlessly through the lake. 

Following closely, he was guided to a sunny spot underwater where his missing statue proudly stands. Surrounding him is an array of vibrant flora, gracefully swaying in a serene dance as small, glittering fish weave in and out of their viridescent fronds. He looks up and sees the way you’ve arranged for the waterlilies to surround his statue, creating that sunny spotlight just for him. By the way you go about diligently arranging the surroundings, Hermes knows you’re the one responsible for carefully adoring his statue like this. It was a flattering arrangement, and he was touched by the careful thought you’ve put into things — he feels as though his statue getting stolen by you wasn’t such a bad incident after all. 

You’re not like any other thief he’s ever come across before…

Once you were done with the surrounding flora, Hermes took a moment to find a good hiding place to observe you further, wondering just what else you planned to do for his statue. He comes across ample cover in the foliage you’ve set up around his statue, the same ones that draw out the perimeter of his makeshift podium.  

“Hello, stranger…” He hears the evident fondness in your call, sweetly addressing his statue, swimming up to his marble figure, and tenderly caressing his face. You proceed to introduce yourself before asking for his name, only to be met with silence. Not allowing his statue’s lack of response to deter you, you engage with him as if he had answered, smiling and giggling freely as if acting out a romantic meeting — it’s very endearing to watch. To think that a devious thief like you could have a cute and charming side. 

“What a fitting name for one so handsome.” Your hands come up to cover your lips as you giggle once more before you dare to swim down and up to slide into the space between his arm and chest, cuddling into him. Even in his cold-blooded, turtle form, Hermes feels a flush rise to his cheeks as a blazing fire ignites in his veins, infecting every inch of his being like the fever many weak mortals experience. 

“Oh my~ you want to know me better? I will gladly tell you everything there is to know about me, kind sir.” When you nestle against his chest and sit on his statue’s raised thigh, you then take a long moment to admire his carved features up close, tracing your soft fingers over the bridge of his nose, the edge of his jaw, the shape of his eyes and the bow of his lips. At the affectionate sight, Hermes feels his heart jump to his throat, blocking his airway and sending his mind racing. He can’t think straight right now; you’re too endearing and sweet — Gods! What he would give to be his own statue in that moment! 

“How right it feels to be in your arms, my~ is this what they call destiny?” You trace a loopy pattern on his marble chest, “How romantic~…Have the fates destined us to meet like this?”

You don’t get to continue your performance as two strong arms suddenly pull you out of your lover statue’s embrace, shooting up where you go beyond breaking the water’s surface. A scream falls from your lips as the stranger holds you close to his chest, his arms holding you up under your knees and along your back. Involuntarily, your arms quickly circle his shoulders as his tickling laugh fills the air. You dare to look down and you find yourself suspended in the air, your tail having impulsively turned into a pair of legs as soon as you broke through the water. 

You can’t believe it—you’re flying!

“Yes, I suppose the fates have destined us to meet like this, my sweet~” You turn to the voice and gasp. With the little strength you find, you bring a hand to the handsome stranger’s cheek and lovingly thumb over his cheekbone, your eyes carefully tracing his features as your fingers follow closely behind. His looks seem familiar to you, except for his eyes, they’re much more expressive than his…statue…

Hermes’ eyes smile wider when you gasp, and he sees realisation flood your gaze. He’s much more handsome than his statue!

“I am the messenger god, Hermes, and I am here to procure compensation for my stolen statue.” He leans forward, close enough to touch noses with you as his gleaming eyes stare deeply into your own. “What say you, thief?” In your periphery, the small wings attached to his temple flutter adorably, and you couldn’t help but get distracted by them, pulling your touch away from his face to gently caress the soft feathers of his temporal appendages. 

Thankfully, he doesn’t press you for an answer, rather, he enjoys seeing the hypnotised state you fall into when admiring him. He will gladly allow you the pleasure of treating him like the statue he had been envious of a moment ago. The time you spent silently infatuated with his head wings, who stirred bashfully in response to your sweet touch, however, was far too short, and you were soon retracting your touch with a gasp. 

“I-I have nothing to offer as c-compensation. I’m sorry.” You stutter timidly, embarrassed by your easily diverted attention, wholly captivated by him. Not only were you caught in the act, but you had shamelessly admired his features with your eyes and touch whilst so close that you felt his breath on your cheek. Daphni was right, you knew no shame!     

“You have your sweet lips, do you not?” His eyes familiarly catch the light, familiar in that you’ve seen the same look in your mischievous self; however, this time, you’re the recipient and he the instigator. “You have your soft touch,” he brings your hand back to his cheek, where he leans into your palm and turns his face to press a kiss into your thenar eminence. “You have your dulcet voice.” He leans his head down to nuzzle the column of your neck, his nose tracing your skin as he breathes you in. “You have your sweet skin.” He kisses your neck and smirks against your sensitive dermis at the faint gasp you release. Surely, you understand what the rest of his list will state. “Shall I continue, my adorable thieving nymph?”

navi.

a/n : this was quickly written when i was inspired to write a hermes x reader fic so i don't know if i'm going to leave it as is or if i'm going to add onto it later on. nevertheless, i hope you darlings enjoyed the read! -- also, don't tell me you won't play pretend and flirt with a handsome statue when no one's looking ( ｰ̀εｰ́ ) 

The Batfamily never saw her. Not truly.

Oh, they knew she existed—how could they not? A creature of ethereal beauty, adorned in pearls and draped in the scent of wildflowers, as if the earth itself bent to her will. Her very presence was intoxicating, something mortal men worshipped without understanding why. But to them?

She was a fixture, a delicate painting hanging on the walls of Wayne Manor. Lovely, but unimportant.

Dick Grayson always greeted her with a warm smile but never stayed. If she called for him, he was too busy, too distracted with work or his real siblings. Now, he stands over her bed, smiling like he’s always been a caring brother.

Jason Todd—who was supposed to be the protector, the one who fought for justice—never fought for her. He dismissed her, never bothering to check if she needed someone to stand by her side. “You’re soft, princess. You’ll be fine.” But now? Now, he watches her like a hawk, hand gripping his gun whenever another man so much as glances at her.

Tim Drake was too busy being a genius to waste time on her. The only time he ever noticed her was when he needed an extra hand at a gala, a pretty thing to stand beside him. “You don’t mind, right?” he’d say, not waiting for an answer. Now, he has her entire schedule mapped out, her finances controlled, her phone bugged.

Damian Wayne called her useless. “A nymph is nothing more than a glorified houseplant.” He mocked her love for nature, sneered at her pearls, dismissed her as weak. Now, he stands in front of her like a guard dog, his katana ready to cut down anyone who dares take her away. “You belong with us. You belong with me.”

The Batgirls weren’t better.

Barbara Gordon didn’t like how people gawked at her. It wasn’t right. Wasn’t fair. So she kept her distance, feigned disinterest, acted like Reader wasn’t special. But now? Now, she holds her like she’s precious, whispering apologies that don’t undo years of neglect.

Stephanie Brown laughed at her love for pearls, called her vain, a princess playing dress-up. Now, she forces jewelry upon her, whispering, “You always loved these, right?”

Cassandra Cain never spoke to her, never even acknowledged her. But now? Now, she refuses to leave her side.

They all hated how men adored her. Their own friends couldn’t take their eyes off her. She was wanted, desired, admired—and it made them furious.

They wanted that attention gone.

The Batfamily ignored her. So she found someone who wouldn’t.

One night, after another gala where she was treated as nothing more than an accessory, she wandered into Gotham’s botanical gardens. The plants bloomed beneath her touch, responding as if they knew her sorrow.

That’s when she appeared.

Poison Ivy.

The red-haired goddess of nature watched her with intrigue. “You’re like me, aren’t you?” she mused, stepping closer. “And yet… you look so lost.”

She told Ivy everything. The neglect. The dismissal. How she was a part of something that never truly wanted her.

Ivy listened. Ivy understood.

And Ivy trained her.

Showed her how to command nature, not just nurture it. How to defend herself. How to make them regret leaving her behind.

Ivy warned her, “If they ever realize what they lost, they’ll try to take you back.”

Reader thought she was being paranoid.

She was wrong.

She was exquisite.

Draped in pearls and moonlight, her gown shimmering like dew-kissed petals, she was untouchable. Every step she took was like a song, every glance a spell.

And the men noticed.

Their friends noticed.

A suitor approached her, gifting her a rare flower, his voice laced with genuine interest. He wanted to court her. To love her.

The Batboys tensed.

The Batgirls fumed.

How dare she? How dare she choose someone else over them?

The decision was made.

They took her.

She woke in pearls that felt like shackles.

The room was lavish but locked. The plants outside felt distant, muted, cut off from her will.

They surrounded her. Smiling. Loving. Delusional.

“You’re finally home,” Dick murmured.

“We won’t let you leave again,” Tim whispered.

“You belong with us,” Damian declared.

“Say you love us, too.”

Her first escape attempt was violent.

She summoned vines, roots, nature itself—only for Jason and Damian to physically restrain her.

Tim pressed a needle into her skin. “Shhh, don’t fight it.”

Her body collapsed.

Poison Ivy’s Fury

She felt it.

The plants near Wayne Manor wept. They screamed her name.

Ivy knew.

They had taken her.

And she was coming to get her back.

The Rescue Attempt & The Final Lockdown

Ivy stormed the Manor.

Chaos erupted—Harley, Catwoman, allies clashing with the Batfamily in a battle of obsession and fury.

Reader ran. She saw the garden. The exit. Freedom.

But Bruce caught her before she reached the treeline.

Ivy was forced to retreat.

The Ending: No Escape

She sat in her golden cage, surrounded by the people who had ignored her for years.

Now, they refused to let her go.

And the worst part?

They acted like this was love.

“You’ll understand soon, (Y/N). This is where you belong.”

And deep down, she knew...

- When they failed to capture you or find you several times, they decided to leave you be since– capturing you proved to be too much of a challenge and since you didn’t appear to mean any harm to the forest or the animals. On the contrary, you seemed to have a curing effect on the forest. 

- To their surprise and confusion, green healthy grass and wildflowers began to grow in the sickened parts of their woods. The trees gave way to sunlight, making the forest more brighter. The rivers that used to be black and enchanted with terrible spells have loosened their power and become more clear. The air also seemed to taste much sweeter wherever you went. 

- The elves of Mirkwood began to wonder and conclude if you were a spirit of sorts, wandering and healing the forest with your presence and touch. They desired an answer but couldn't since you always ran away whenever they tried to approach you, even if they did not mean any harm to you. 

- One day, you became more mysterious when they heard delicate singing through the forests. It was pleasant and something they had never heard before. By chance, they managed to capture the sight of you dancing beneath the trees with animals by your side, singing from the core of your heart. 

- It was so joyful that the elves did not dare to disturb you and watched in wonder how even the trees began to move and hum with your voice. 

- Flowers grew along with your steps, and the sickness that once plagued the trees vanished, bringing them back to life and blooming with green leaves. It was now clear to the elves that you were no ordinary wanderer who sang and danced beneath their trees. Even the great spiders that lived above the trees cursed the effects of your song and left somewhere else, emanating great hate toward your presence. It was beyond wonderous. 

- However, you still ran away by the sight of them like a startled deer. You ran faster and swiftly like a fox. Before the elves could even call out to you, you were gone like the wind, leaving no trace of where you could have gone. 

- It confused and deeply saddened the elves since it seemed you were fearful of them. It left them wondering about your coming to their woods and if you had faced terrible things outside. 

- The elves left you be whenever you appeared again to either dance or sing to the forest, healing the sickly woods. 

- Some desired to find you or even take a peek beneath your hood to see your face, but their king ordered not to go after you or disturb you since you had such power over the darkness and the sickness in their woods. 

-One time, when the spiders had overcome a scouting party, a fight ensued, and many were injured. When one of their own was taken by the spiders and nearly killed, you appeared, running fast and with your hand enchanting the trees to protect the elf. 

- The spiders ran away when your voice broke through the air like an arrow, singing power that scared them away. 

- The elves were startled by the display of their trees attacking the spiders before trying to find their own and finding their kin treated by you. 

- You were kneeling beside the wounded elf, softly singing to them. The power of your song allowed flowers to grow around you and heal the elf from the spider’s poison. You waited with the elf till their kin arrived before disappearing into the woods again. 

- For saving one of their own, they felt grateful and gained an answer when they heard the spiders curse your presence and call you ‘a half blood’ and ‘an accursed nymph’ during their escape. They were words they had never heard before till later they learned what they meant when someone decided to investigate. 

- You were a nymph, one of the ancient spirits that were long extinct due to great devastation and darkness thousands of years ago—or a half nymph to be exact since the spiders called you a half-blood. 

- The news were received with great surprise and wonder as not even the oldest of their elves do not remember much of the nymphs, except that they were great caretakers of woods and plants. 

- One day, when the gray wizard Gandalf came for a visit, they learned your name and identity from him. You were a child born out of a union between a nymph and a human, and he had sent you here where you would be safe and more in tune with your nature. 

- He had hoped you would have found a home among them, but he seemed to have overestimated your timid nature since you still avoided contact with the elves. 

- The elves were delighted by the new information, but before they could ask Gandalf for some instructions on how to communicate with you because just like he came, he left with an amused laugh to continue his journey. 

- He simply told them they would find a way or you would eventually come to them yourself. 

- It was troublesome, but they found one way to communicate with you by leaving gifts in the forests. They mostly left fruits and food since you left the gifts you didn’t like untouched. In return, you also leave gifts for them such as herbs and stones they might appreciate. 

- The elves were happy and surprised since your gifts were rare herbs and stones they didn’t think could be found in Mirkwood. They didn’t complain though, and the little gift exchanging turned into a little tradition. 

- The elves sometimes took the chance to sing with you whenever they heard your songs. Sometimes you sang along, and sometimes you simply stopped and ran away. 

- The elves tried leaving letters for you along with the gifts, trying to tell you that you were welcomed to their kingdom if you only came to them. You mostly didn’t answer except one time you replied, telling you preferred living in the woods. 

“Shut up,” one of the other men shushes the first one. “You dragged me out here to run around the woods. I’d prefer a cabin, a fire, and some coffee.”

“Same,” the last guy grunts. “Lloyd let’s call it a day. I thought we want to drown our sorrows in booze and maybe some nice tits.”

“Shut up, Levinson,” the first guy twirls around to glare at the third guy. “You and Barber always whine about how your wives left you and that you want something new. You said you want thrills and fun. What is better than killing something?”

“Lloyd,” the second guy sighs. “Ari is not wrong. I’d take a drink over killing a deer any time of the day.”

“See, Andy thinks the same,” Ari grunts. “Let’s head back. We won’t find a deer to shoot today. It’s ice cold and I don’t feel my feet.”

“Wait!” The first guy, Lloyd lifts his fist. “There she is. The one I saw earlier.” He shushes the others and points at a majestic deer in the distance. He doesn’t know that the deer is dear to you, or that she’s sacred. “If you don’t want to kill that one, I’ll do it.”

“No. You won’t,” you confidently say and step out from behind a tree. All eyes are suddenly on you. The men gasp and groan as you walk toward them.

You’re only wearing a dress made of ivy and flowers. A leaf headdress covers your head. They watch you gracefully step closer, not bothered by the snow or the cold.

“Lady, shouldn’t you wear a little more than this—” Andy says. He worriedly looks at your bare feet as you walk through the snow. “She’s not wearing shoes and a thin dress made of what looks like ivy.”

“Miss, are you in trouble?” Ari steps toward you. He unbuttons his warm jacket to offer it to you, but you wave him off. “Miss?”

“Damn me,” Lloyd whistles. He looks you up and down and cups his crotch. “That’s a cute snow bunny, my friends. This must be the gift our friend told us about. Ya know, the fancy lady.”

“Fancy lady?” You huff. “I haven’t heard that term in ages.” Your soft voice goes straight to Andy’s cock. “Now, you will leave this place. The woods are not yours to disturb.”

“Miss, did you hit your head?” Andy worriedly watches you place your hand on Lloyd’s gun. “We can bring you back to town.”

“This is my home,” you snap your head toward Andy and snarl. “You invaded my home, and now you will pay for it.”

You tighten your hold on the gun, smirking as Lloyd tries to shake your hand off. “Let go, bunny and I won’t spank your cute ass too hard.”

“You need to learn your lesson.” You purr and dip your head to watch Ari take off his jacket. “I think you will be the first one Lloyd Hansen.”

Andy and Ari watch you drop your hand from the gun and step away. They are mesmerized by you and your appearance.

“Bunny, you should think about your next step. I’d hate to hurt you,” Lloyd smirks. “Or are you into a little pain?”

“You will pay for all the crimes you committed. You disrespect nature for too long,” you wave your hand, empathizing your words with the gesture. “Lloyd Hansen, you will be my slave from today on.”

Andy gasps as ivy crawls across the snow, it crawls up Lloyd’s leg to sling around the gun he’s still holding.

“Lloyd, you should drop the gun now,” Ari says. He’s suddenly not sure if his fascination for you is justified. “Don’t anger her. I don’t think she’s a prostitute.”

“Far from it,” you wave your hand again. More ivy crawls toward Lloyd to sling around his body. “He will look pretty in my garden. I will call his statue punishment.”

“Let me go, bunny,” Lloyd wiggles and grunts. “Hey, I’m talking to you. I won’t hurt you if you let me go now.”

“I won’t hurt you if you swear your obedience and loyalty to me and the woods,” you step toward Lloyd as more ivy wraps around his neck. “Now.”

“Do it Lloyd,” Andy sounds a little panicked. “Fuck, just do it!”

“Fine, snow bunny,” Lloyd struggles to speak as ivy wraps around his mouth. “I’ll be yours.”

“Wonderful!” You clap your hands, and the ivy drops to the ground. It disappears as suddenly as it appeared to wrap around the intruder. “Now to you.”

Lloyd is still a little shaken when you step toward Andy. You cup his face to feel his well-trimmed but thick beard under your fingertips.

“You will be mine too. I can sense your broken soul and sadness. You will only know joy and love from now on.”

Andy licks his lips. He can't move, speak, or think. “I-“ Andy croaks but doesn’t bring the words swirling in his mind out. He got a job, responsibility, an ex-wife demanding money, and a house to pay for but all he can think of now is to make you happy.

“Say yes, my sweet lover,” you press your lips to Andy’s taking his breath and fears away. He moans into your mouth, feeling his chest and cock swell at the same time. “Say you are mine.”

“I’m yours,” he breathes against your lips. Andy reaches out for you, but you slip through his fingers like the wind. “Only yours…”

You suddenly stand in front of Ari, eyes scanning more than his features. “Ari, your soul is sad too, and your heart is broken.” You cup his face with both hands. “Say you are mine and all of this will be gone forever.”

“I-I,” he welcomes your lips and closes his eyes. It feels like a weight gets lifted off his chest when you wrap your arms around him like the ivy did with Lloyd. “I’m yours.”

“Of course you are mine, Ari,” you breathe and float away to wrap your hand around Lloyd’s throat. “You are not sad nor heartbroken. But you are a bad…bad man and need guidance.”

“Oh bunny, I’d like to guide something inside of you,” Lloyd grins. He got that you are more interested in owning the men than anything else. “That’s what you want, right? You’re a naughty little slut dreaming of dick. I bet you want us to defile you.”

“Lloyd, don’t,” Ari warns. “Let her make you happy.” He’s like in a trance. “I want to make her happy and forget about my awful life.”

“It’s Christmas, my love,” you blow a kiss in Ari’s direction. “I will share all of my love with you.”

“And me,” Andy purrs. His eyes are dilated, and you know he is drifting in the right direction. You smirk and blow him a kiss too.

“Yes, my love,” you coo and batt your eyelashes. “Wait for me, Andy. I need to tame your friend first.”

“You can try,” Lloyd snickers as you slam him against the nearby tree. He laughs and watches you run your hands over his chest. “I’m not some puppy you can train. I know you are using some tricks to confuse these two idiots but me, I’m made of rougher stuff, bunny. If you want me, go on your knees, and give me a kiss to my dick.”

“You’re a stubborn and naughty man, Lloyd,” you are fascinated by this man. None of the other men you enchanted ever withstood your magic for so long. “Hmm…I won’t leave you behind. I want to keep you too.”

“Keep me?” He snorts. “Bunny if you keep me you’ll always be full of dick. I’ll use all of your holes. I will fuck you under your Christmas tree and christen it. You will be my whore until I get bored.”

Your core aches at his crude description. Maybe you shouldn’t control him too much. This man is a menace, and you want him to use you the way he wants to.

“We will see,” you say instead of giving away that you want him to take you right there against the tree. “For now, you are mine and will follow me home.”

“Like hell,” he growls. His hand shoots toward your crotch to roughly cup your pussy. “Look who’s wet like a cat in heat for me. Come on, bunny. I want you to turn around and let Lloyd take good care of that cunt.”

“You will wait until it’s your turn,” you cup his face and kiss him roughly. “You will be my new toy. Maybe I’ll turn you into my favorite, huh?”

“Miss…I mean…it’s getting colder,” Andy’s teeth shatter. “We should head back, don’t you think?”

“Oh! Of course,” you twirl around to look at Andy and Ari. “Humans freeze so easily.” You snap your fingers. The trees part and the snow melts to create a path. “Come with me. I’ll offer you shelter from the cold.”

“I bet your cunt is slick and warm enough to keep me warm,” Lloyd snickers, but follows hot on your heels. “So, what do you do for a living? Kidnapping hot guys to get dick? Hmm… no. A girl can’t live off cock and cum alone.”

“You really are a naughty man, Lloyd Hansen,” you chuckle as you look over your shoulder. “Santa was right. You need me to make a better man out of you…”

“Whoa, the fuck!” Lloyd stops in his tracks as you stop walking. You are standing in front of a huge castle. Ivy and flowers are wrapped around the whole building and it looks like straight out of a fairytale. “Where is this thing coming from? Not hours ago, there was nothing but snow and trees.”

“You cannot see my home as long as you are not worthy,” you grab his wrist, to make sure Lloyd doesn’t run away. Ari and Andy are loyal already, but Lloyd is a different story. “You will be allowed inside as long as you are a good boy.”

“Good boy,” he snorts. “Dream on, bunny.”

“Y/N, my love,” the door opens to reveal another man. The tall blonde steps outside to welcome you home. “Do you like my choice? Are you satisfied?”

“Stevie, my sweet love,” you coo, and push Lloyd toward the door. “Please keep an eye on this one. He’s a little…”

“Stubborn,” Steve smirks. “Oh, punk. You are in for a long haul…”

You moved through the forest with ease. It was midday and usually very quiet. Your clothing brushed against familiar tree bark as you climbed branches and quietly moved from limb to limb. You paused and silently watched as several officers dumped a carbonite capsule and at least a dozen broken ship parts. The war was over, supposedly at least. What was the new Empire doing just dumping all this in the middle of Endor? And was that a person frozen in time?

"What do we do with him?" one man asked.

"Pretty sure he's dead," another replied.

"Then why is he on ice? He was an ARC. Look at the pauldrons. You'd think his brothers would care."

The officer shrugged in response. What they didn't know was that this man was thought dead before being frozen and stored away with a pile of junk. The Emperor made sure he remained in cold silence; incapable of being examined by anyone wanting to investigate his brain now missing its chip.

You stayed perched above the scene and watched until the imperials left. They were starting to take over this part of the forest and you didn't like it. They would come to this area and dump things, but not even in any kind of coordinated pile. It was like tossing trash off the side of a speeder, but on a larger scale. Your home was not a place to leave unwanted scraps and certainly not a person. You took a breath and closed your eyes. You sensed the faintest bit of life coming from the frozen casket. Curious, you climbed down to investigate further as the stars began shining through the canopy. There wasn't much to do besides release him and see if you could help.

You pushed the carbonite chamber so it hovered over a bed of large leaves. It was better than landing on machine parts. You punched a few buttons and the carbonite immediately started melting away. The solidified face reemerged from its tomb and you couldn't help but smile when his nose crinkled right before the man fell bum first into the pile of leaves.

You knelt down next to him as he started coughing. He was practically begging for breath. He had sustained a near-mortal injury which was now clearly visible. You closed your eyes and instinctively rubbed his back. You felt like he might slip away, and so you reached inside yourself to drag out any bit of life you could give him. He gripped his chest, but you could feel the wound healing. He finally opened his eyes and searched yours.

"I-" he gasped again. "Who-"

"Don't be afraid," you replied softly. "You're safe here."

"My chest... it-" He struggled to find words.

"Does it feel any better?" you asked. He simply nodded and tried to get his breathing under control. You sat with him as he got his bearings.

"What's your name?" you asked.

"I'm not sure," he answered. "I'm not sure what happened."

"Come with me then." You stood and held out your hand. The man took it and followed you.

You were used to getting around through the tree tops and moving light as a feather. This trip home took over twice the usual amount of time, but you didn't mind. You felt this man had been wronged in more ways than one and needed someone.

"What's the last thing you remember?" you asked in an attempt to make some kind of conversation.

"I don't know. I don't know my name and never mind anything else."

After several minutes he took in a sharp breath with his first memory.

"My friend is gone. My brothers are gone. I wish I could remember," was all he could muster. "It feels so hazy." After a few more minutes he asked, "Did I die?"

"I'm not sure," you replied. "It seems someone wanted you dead. Based on what the imperials said it seems someone very powerful wanted you gone and wanted your body hidden."

The man's face twisted in a mess of pain and confusion. Imperials? What did that mean?

You stopped and looked at him under the glow of the stars. You gave him your name. He simply smiled at you, still trying to figure it all out.

"I'm a nymph." You just came out and said it. You could feel he was trying to figure out why his wound had mostly healed. "I can heal people. Some call it the Force, but we don't really use that word among my kind. I sensed you and found you. That's all I know right now."

"How many of you are there?" he asked.

"Fewer now. We tend to hide."

You pulled back a nearly impossible-to-find curtain of branches and let him inside your home. He took off his armor and was grateful for the opportunity to clean up and eat something. He insisted on taking the couch, but you didn't sleep well. He was out for over half a day. A serious rest was exactly what he needed.

Over the course of the next few months he started to remember more. One look in the mirror at his tattoo and he was reminded of his name. Then the names of his brothers. Then how he had so many brothers. It wasn't long before you told him about the fall of the Republic. Fives felt frozen. What about Rex? Did Rex know he was alive? Surely Rex wouldn't abandon him. You could see the gears turning in his head as he tried to figure out what he was missing.

"Fives?"

"Hmm?"

You nodded toward the door and headed outside. Whenever his memory gaps frustrated him, you went for a walk. Fives loved seeing you care for the creatures of the forest and at times could have sworn he heard other voices giggling from above; other nymphs out of sight but keeping a watch on their friend and the stranger who was starting to make himself at home.

As you made your way back, Fives reached for your hand. It felt small in his own, but he held yours with a gentle strength. You smiled up at him and gave his hand a little squeeze.

"Don't stay on the couch tonight," you said. His grin turned into a big smile and he followed you back to the bedroom. He knew something was there, but he'd never experienced this feeling to this degree. Fives never wanted to push things and certainly not when he was trying to figure out his past, his life, his purpose, but maybe this was part of his purpose. You were part of his life and the reason he survived.

The bedroom wasn't large, but it was enough to be comfortable. He held you close to his chest and sighed almost comically.

"Now this is healing," he said, making you giggle. He nuzzled his face against yours and sighed, peacefully this time.

"Fives?"

"Mh?"

"You need to find him, don't you?"

"Who?"

"You know who. Rex. You've been thinking about Rex."

"I don't even know if he's still alive, cyar'ika."

"Exactly. Finding him or figuring out what happened to him would be a good place to start," you replied. "And I could go with you."

Fives pulled back and searched your face. "But you've never left this forest."

You shrugged. "The galaxy is changing, I was meant to be here for when you came, but now it's time for something new. Fives, I've lived here for over a century. I'm getting older and it's time."

"You don't look old," he tried to joke.

"Nymphs don't age like clones," you countered with a hint of sass. "We've been over this."

He smiled in contemplation. "What if I'm the last clone?" he asked.

"You're not," you said, shaking your head and caressing his face. "I can sense it. Somewhere out there are your brothers."

"Then I should find them."