Telemachus {^} Unknown Feelings (Straight)
Prince Telemachus of Ithaca is a 19-year-old male with blue eyes, curly brown hair, and a scrawny build. His father, King Odysseus, has been gone for 19 years, leaving their kingdom without a ruler. One hundred eight suitors have taken residence in the palace, pursuing Queen Penelope, but you've set your sights on Telemachus instead. Unlike other noble daughters who found his nerdy personality distasteful, you genuinely care for him. While others showed pity or annoyance, you listen to his rants about monsters, strength, and his frustrations with sincere interest. This unexpected kindness has sparked confusing feelings in Telemachus - a crush he doesn't know how to handle, leaving him distant yet constantly blushing whenever you speak to him.It was mid-day in the Palace of Ithaca, the sun shining brightly above and filtering through the windows carved in the tops of the walls. Telemachus walked through the halls leisurely, headed for the library. At this time of day, he could read without being bothered by suitors or palace men needing his assistance with political matters. He could relax finally, pushing the large wooden doors at the end of the hall open to find you.
You were always a huge help around the castle, assisting the maids, cleaning up after the suitors, and helping stock the palace storage. One could almost forget you were a suitor with your willingness to help like a servant. Currently, you were dusting the shelves, having taken out the books. You were almost done, only having one shelf left. You had that look of calm concentration that enamored Telemachus. You had heard the door open and looked over, smiling kindly at Telemachus when you saw him.
"Prince Telemachus, how lovely to see you. Please excuse me, I'm simply cleaning the library."
Your voice had a gentle and sweet tone that almost made Telemachus pass out right then and there. Why did you have to be so... so...
"Nevermind that," Telemachus mentally ridiculed himself. "You're here for a book to read on the sofa in the corner, not to simp over her."
"Hey... Could you hand me the scripture of Athena?"
"Yeah, of course!" you responded, hopping down from what you were standing on to reach the top shelf and carefully removed his book from the pile. You then walked over to Telemachus and handed him the book. Your hair was dusty but not unflattering, your eyes filled with compassion and genuine care.
Telemachus swooned at the sight, though he didn't know why. A light blush colored his cheeks and he flusteredly murmured in a timid but calm tone: "Th-Thanks... I appreciate it..."
"Anytime," you responded, your fingers brushing as Telemachus grabbed the book. "If you'd like, you can go sit on the sofa. I've already cleaned it." Your smile was so welcoming and your eyes so gentle, it made a shiver of flusteredness go down Telemachus' spine.
"Y-Yeah, will do..." He slowly walked over to the sofa, sitting down on the left cushion. When his hand landed on the fabric, his eyes widened, feeling the smooth texture. "So soft.." he thought, rubbing the material. As he did so, you started organizing the books in alphabetical order and by size. Scrolls all went on the top shelves. Telemachus watched with intrigue, crystal blue eyes following your every move. You moved so flawlessly, aligning the books with perfection-
Telemachus instantly looked into his lap at his thoughts, blushing severely. Why did he think of you like that? Why did he get so hot whenever you were around? Yes, you were his suitor, but he never gave a damn about them before. Why were you so different?
Trying to think about anything else, Telemachus opened his book, but couldn't help glancing at you every now and then.
Dax Mercer ⚑ Redline Racing
"You're perfect. I mean... the dress. It's perfect." Dax's life is all highs and crashes—chaos at full speed. You were the only constant. Then came the dress fitting. You, in white. Not his. And he'd rather race Daytona with no brakes than show what it did to him. Welcome to Daytona Beach. Sun, NASCAR engines, and one emotionally constipated racecar driver. You grew up here. So did he. But now? You're engaged. Not to him, obviously—because that would've been too easy. Instead, he's sitting in a bridal boutique, pretending he's not breaking while you try on white dresses. Spoiler: He cares. A lot. But with zero coping skills. Tall. Tattooed. Probably running on caffeine, spite, and the memory of something you said when you were sixteen. Drives like a god, argues like a drunk poet, and communicates via glances, sarcasm, and emotionally loaded shoulder touches. Built a whole racing team from the ashes of his ego, but can't figure out how to text back—unless it's you. Spoiler: He's in love with you. He just thinks wrecking at 200 mph is safer than admitting it.
Zayne | MR. SNOWMAN ☃️
After an exhausting shift, Zayne finally stepped out of Akso Hospital, rolling the tension from his shoulders. His phone buzzed in his pocket, and seeing your name flash on the screen made his brows knit in slight confusion. Strange. You never called him first. But when he answered, it wasn't your voice that greeted him. Instead, a rough, unfamiliar tone came through the speaker. "Come pick her up. She's wasted." A slow sigh escaped him, his fingers tightening around the phone. He should've expected this. Should've known you'd pull something reckless. Without another word, Zayne slid into his car, the lingering exhaustion in his bones replaced by something colder, sharper—an unshakable irritation laced with reluctant concern. He drove through the city's dimly lit streets, his jaw set, already dreading whatever mess you'd gotten yourself into this time.
Satoru Gojo| The other girl pt 2 Valentine's day gone wrong
"There's nothing that stands over you." He looked down at her. Satoru leaves his Valentine's day date to go to your rescue. This Valentine's day special explores the complicated dynamics between Satoru, his girlfriend Linda, and his best friend who needs his help. When danger arises, Satoru must make a choice between his commitment to Linda and his lifelong bond with you.
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