Loosely based on this prompt! Tikos discovers an unexpected treasure one day!
Pairing: Kassamatik (Kassim Atesh @kassim-walks-on-air, Amaranth Silva @xvi-the-tower, and Tikos)
Warnings: Massive amounts of tooth rotting fluff, mentions of abandonment
In The Woods
“Uh, Kassim? Amaranth? Are you home? Helloooo.”
Tikos Katsaros-Yakinthos’ low voice called out as he opened the door to the trio's cottage. A small bundle held in his arms definitely resembled the shirt he’d left in. Which he was currently missing.
Kass and Ama appeared curiously and concerned. Tikos never used anything but nicknames unless it was important. Just hearing their real names coming from him was enough to put the two on guard.
“Ti? What’s wrong?” Amaranth quickly looked him over for wounds. Her golden eyes moved rapidly.
Kassim carefully reached out to place a hand on Tikos bare arm. Their eyes drew down to the bundle, it was his shirt but nestled in it...
“A baby!?”
The forest was not Tikos normal route home but he hoped that the side track would be worth it. Ilya had mentioned a patch of rare flowers appearing near the path when they’d met earlier for a drink. While Ilya was more interested in describing the medicinal properties, Tikos’ first thought was that his loves deserved a bouquet of beautiful rare flowers. Though as he walked through the steadily darkening forest he remembered why he stuck to the sea.
“Roots! Holes! Με δουλεύεις!* How do people do this to relax?” He muttered to himself as he tripped over another rock on the path.
It’d been a long time since he cursed the mob that stole his eye but he offered up a mean thought about boils and uncomfortable sitting for them. The lack of depth perception usually didn’t bother him because out at sea he compensated with his magic but the trees of the forest interfered with the air. He was about to give up when a flash of color caught his eye.
“Finally,” he muttered.
Quickly he moved towards it expecting to finally get his hands on those flowers. Or maybe run into some bandits. A beast, even. He readied his dagger. At that point he’d happily welcome anything to relieve the tension of his little hike. Something!
... except a baby sleeping soundly inside a hollowed out tree stump.
“Uh...”
After a thorough look around the area in case it was a trap, he quickly stashed the dagger back in its sheath and moved closer. Nestled amongst the moss was a baby with dark pink hair and sparkly rosy cheeks. His brown eye widened and his mind started spinning.
“Μα καλά, τι σκεφτόσουν?!* Who would leave a baby out here? What kind of parents do you have? Oh what are we going to do.”
“And so we waited for a bit longer to see if anyone came back but I couldn’t let them stay out there all night. Even with me there,” Tikos finished telling his story.
Kassim and Amaranth had taken the baby from him and sat with them on a soft rug near the fireplace. They’d recovered from the shock quickly and dived directly into protective mode. First insisting on keeping the baby warm and then properly fed. Tikos looked on from the kitchen where he prepared a bottle of milk.
“I’ll go back in the morning and maybe leave Kiki as a look-out. No one’s getting a baby back until we have a discussion.”
He shook his head at the idea of parents just leaving their baby in the middle of the forest. Who knew how long they’d been out there before he’d come along. Even worse, how long would they have stayed out there if he hadn’t taken the detour.
“Here μικρή γλαύξ,” Tikos said as he handed the bottle over to Kassim.
They picked up the baby and sat back so they could rest the baby in their arms to eat. A soft smile graced their lips as the babe eagerly took the bottle.
“Oh I know that look,” Amaranth looked at the scene and teased. “Pretty cute baby, hm?”
Kassim blushed and focused on the baby.
”Just wondering who could leave such a precious thing.”
“Someone who either had no choice or doesn’t deserve their baby back,” Tikos grumbled. “Don’t worry, we’ll get to the bottom of it and make sure they’re safe. Desperation can make people do things that seem cruel or odd on the outside but made sense at the time.”
He slid down to sit behind Amaranth and let his legs rest on either side of her then pulled her against his chest. His mind hadn’t stopped racing since he’d found the baby but finally relaxed knowing the three of them were doing this together now. Everything seemed better when he had them close.
Ama curled up close and the two watched Kassim and the baby quietly for a moment. It made for such a domestic scene.
The fireplace lit up the area with a warm glow as Kassim gracefully sat with this strange baby. Adoration was plain across their face at the bundle in their arms and the babe stared back with an equally content look. Curiously it looked as though their cheeks were sparkling even more now but it could just be the firelight. They’d swapped Tikos’ thin shirt for a mismatch of fabrics and clothes they could get to fit then topped it off by swaddling the babe in a clean blanket. When the bottle was done Kassim gently lifted them up to pat their back. Small burps sounded from them which only made the adults melt inside. While doing that they finally met their lovers eyes.
“What?” They asked but the deepening blush gave them away. “Um... what do... what do you think we should call them...?”
“I think it’s a little early for that, darling.” Amaranth cautioned.
Tikos and Kassim nodded. It was hard to not fall in love with the baby immediately but getting too attached would just make the separation harder. They all had to remember this baby had a family and could be missed at that very moment.
“I’ll fix up a drawer or something as a cot. That way they’ll be safe and can sleep next to our bed.”
Tikos offered and got up to start working on it. Kassim and Amaranth just smiled at each other, they knew it was already too late for their husband.
Tikos stared down at the forest floor in disbelief. There in the dirt was his arrow marker he’d left just the night before. But now it pointed directly to a small sapling in the ground.
”So... this was... a tree yesterday?”
Tikos pinched the bridge of his nose to try and tide the growing headache.
“Yes, a fully mature tree stump that was hollow. It was filled with moss! The whole baby was in it and not even touching the edges!”
Kassim inspected the sapling closely, nothing indicated it was recently planted. By their knowledge the sapling looked to be a good two or three years old. They looked around at the trees nearby but nothing fit the description.
”Are you... are you sure, vehana? I know you can get turned around out here and your depth perception magic gets confused...”
Tikos huffed slightly and looked away, he didn’t like to acknowledge any weaknesses but coming from Kassim he knew it was well-intentioned.
“I know, μικρή γλαύξ. I made sure to mark the right one, triple checked.”
Kassim nodded, if he was confident that he checked then they believed him.
“There’s something in the air here... it’s faint though...”
“I did feel something strange last night. It’s why I was eager to get the babe home. I thought I could just come back again but I wouldn’t let them sit around any longer... forests are weird.”
Tikos crouched down in front of the sapling. Conflicting emotions flickered through his eye.
“You sprung up quick, aye? Straight from the dying tree...”
Weeks had passed since Tikos’ discovery in the woods. No one came to claim the baby in the time so the trio decided to keep her until someone did. They let the captain of the guard know and got everything sorted out. It was left unspoken that the longer time went on the less likely the baby’s family would show up. The Captain was content to leave the babe in their care, he knew they would love and care for her as if she was their own.
“Γεια*, Seffy, Firebug, μικρή γλαύξ! Who’s home?”
Tikos' voice sounded throughout the cottage as he walked in. Laughter answered him and led him into the family room where he found the three of them.
“Welcome home, darling!” Amaranth managed through giggles.
He leaned against a doorframe in the room. Kassim and Amaranth sat on the floor with baby Persephone between them, wiggling happily. Toys and entertainment covered the area and was quickly becoming the new normal for them. Persephone, as they decided to call her, had captivated them all nearly immediately. It started slow with someone bringing home a new outfit or moving something out because it had hard corners then before they knew it, she was everywhere. Bottles lined their kitchen, pieces of cloth were strategically placed around in case of a spitty baby, and the drawer turned cot was a permanent fixture by their bed. Tikos even started sleeping on the end closest to Persephone since he slept so lightly. Any noise of discomfort or discontent woke him up right away. Oftentimes Ama and Kass would wake up to find him spread out as usual but with a hand draped over in her cot. They teased him incessantly but he just smiled and said he worried she’d get lonely.
Persephone giggled away as Amaranth and Kassim were taking turns playing peekaboo. Her cheeks sparkled still, they’d quickly realized it really was her sparkling and not a trick of the light. It was a pretty clear sign that she was happy and also not an entirely normal child.
Tikos walked over to give all three of them a soft kiss before taking a seat. Persephone wriggled and reached out towards him excitedly from Amaranth’s arms.
“Oh look who’s happy. Do you want to go to Μπαμπάς*, darling?”
They all froze at that.
Ama touched her fingers to her lips in disbelief. Only Persephone was unfazed and continued to reach for Tikos. A small rare blush bloomed on his tanned freckled skin.
“Ti, I... I didn’t... uh-“
“No, it’s... it’s alright actually. I... I think I could get used to it, aye?”
Kassim and Amaranth beamed as he took Persephone.
“What do you think, Seffy? Can I be your Μπαμπάς? If so, what will we call your other parents?”
He flashed his signature cheeky grin at his lovers who both suddenly shared his blush. None of them could have anticipated how one little detour would turn out. Not even Asra predicted that the hunt for some flowers would turn into finding something so much more precious: a family.
I originally started this for day 5 of the Midsummer Masquerade (praise, toys, temperature play), but then I got writer's block for months. Minors dni
Featuring Amaranth and @thephoenixmagician 's Rhea
Content: toys, temperature play, strap-on, cunnilingus, vaginal penetration
Amaranth could tell Rhea was close. She could tell by the way her elegant fingers gripped her hair. The way she breathed her name. The way her thighs quivered. The way she softly pleaded. Not that she needed to. Having edged her over and over, Amaranth intended to let her finish this time. Her tongue swirled around Rhea's clit before her lips wrapped around it and she began to suck. Rhea's hips began to buck, but Amaranth tightened her grip on her thighs to keep her in place while she prolonged Rhea's orgasm as long as she could handle.
When Rhea relaxed, Amaranth moved up her body to kiss her deeply, letting her taste herself on Amaranth's lips. Then she cuddled up against her and began to pepper little kisses along Rhea's neck and shoulder. "I told you I'd have time for you, didn't I?" Amaranth asked playfully.
Wrapping her arm around her lover, Rhea gave an affirmative hum before kissing her on the forehead. This prompted Amaranth to redirect her lips up to Rhea's for another kiss. With quick movements, Rhea flipped Ama onto her back and sat so that Amaranth's legs were on either side of her. She channeled magic into her hands to drop their temperature so that they were almost icy against Amaranth's unusually warm skin.
Cold hands started at Amaranth's ankles, caressing what she knew to be an erogenous zone and making Amaranth squirm with delight. Then they moved up under her skirt, over her shapely calves, her knees, up to her thighs, and ultimately her hips. When her fingers were met with bare skin, Rhea chuckled. "What happened to your underwear?"
Amaranth grinned. "Oh those? The gentleman I encountered in the dark room decided to take them."
"And did he earn them?"
"I would say so."
Rhea didn't answer as she scratched light circles over another of Amaranth's numerous sensitive places, this one on her hip. Was her lover jealous? Amaranth wondered. She hoped not. After all, they had spoken about the Masquerade at length in the weeks before and had seemed to be on the same page.
For a moment, the only sound between them was that of Amaranth sighing with pleasure as Rhea continued to touch her. Then Rhea asked, "Did you ride him?"
Amaranth nodded, her breathing heavy. "Yes...yes I did."
Holding Amaranth's hips in place, Rhea leaned forward in such a way that her pelvis pressed at the juncture of Amaranth's thighs. "You know..." she began, her face in front of Amaranth's, "I've always wanted to watch you ride."
"Oh?" Desperate for friction, Amaranth ground against Rhea. "What did you have in mind?"
"Wait here." Rhea patted Amaranth's thighs affectionately before getting up from the bed. She crossed over to her bedside table and a drawer Amaranth knew contained Rhea's collection of toys. "Close your eyes, love." Amaranth did as she was told. She could hear Rhea withdraw something from the drawer, then movement before Rhea was on the bed beside her. "Alright. Go ahead and look."
When Amaranth opened her eyes, she was delighted to see her lover wearing a new strap-on. It was large, pleasantly curved, with little bumps near the base. She reached out to run her fingers along its smooth surface, then wrapped her hand around it to get a better idea of the girth. It was on the larger end of what she could handle, but she didn't anticipate it being a problem. What she did anticipate was it being immensely pleasurable.
"I didn't buy it for you to look at," Rhea teased, rolling onto her back. "So, are you going to use it? Or should I put it away?"
Amaranth didn't need to be asked twice. She scampered off the bed and untied her skirt, letting it fall to the ground. Her hands rose to the clasp of the body chains she wore over her bust, but Rhea stopped them by saying, "Leave the chains. It's not like they hide much." Amaranth smiled. She was fond of the chains, and was pleased that Rhea seemed to be too.
"As you wish, my love." Locking eyes with Rhea, Amaranth crouched on the bed, and took hold of her lover's glass cock with one hand. She dragged the flat of her tongue over it from base to tip as Rhea reached down to hold her dark curls out of her face. "Gotta get it wet first," she said cheekily.
It was wide enough that she was barely able to get her lips around it, but she managed, taking it deep into her throat. Small rivulets of saliva ran down the smooth glass as she slowly bobbed her head. The look in Rhea's eyes was almost enough to make her keep going, but she was getting impatient.
When she was satisfied the dildo was wet enough, she straddled Rhea's hips and stroked her opening with the glass head. One. Two. Three times before she slowly lowered herself, taking the full length inside of her with a sigh. It stretched her wonderfully, and the bumps at the base stimulated her in just the right way.
"Do you like it, love?" Rhea asked, her hands settling in Amaranth's thighs.
With an affirmative hum, Amaranth nodded.
Rhea bucked up into her, causing her to gasp. "Use your words."
Honey-colored eyes met Rhea's as Amaranth began to grind. Her nails trailed lightly down Rhea's stomach. "I love your new cock. It's perfect!"
Rhea smiled. "Good. Now show me."
Amaranth moved slowly at first, savoring every inch and grinding each time she reached the base. Fates, those bumps were a good addition. She imagined she could have gotten off just by grinding against them, but she was here to put on a show. Ever the entertainer, Amaranth began to move faster. Her hips jounced over her lover's in a steady rhythm that Rhea soon began to match.
Amaranth's moans filled the room like music, accompanied by the jingle of the chains draped across her bouncing breasts. Rhea's hands, again magically chilled, roamed over the warm skin of her torso and under the chains to tweak her nipples. It was easy to lose herself to the sensations and the sound of her own voice.
She leaned back, placing her hands on Rhea's legs and tossing her head back. This was her favorite way to ride, as the angle put extra pressure on her g-spot. One of Rhea's hands, now a normal temperature, reached down to rub at Amaranth's clit. Her moans became cries, heightening in pitch, and soon she was soaring on a gale of pleasure. She rode out her orgasm until she was trembling from overstimulation.
Keeping the strap-on in place, Rhea flipped them so that Amaranth was on her back and Rhea was over her, their lips pressed together in a deep kiss. She gave her lover a teasing stroke with the dildo, drawing a whine from her. As Amaranth caught her breath, Rhea affectionately brushed away the hair that stuck to the sweat on her face.
"Brava," she murmured. "I feel bad for the man in the dark room, not being able to see you.
"Too bad for him. You're the only person who gets repeat performances."
Rhea pecked her on the lips. "Well I think a performance like that deserves a nice bath. What do you think?"
Will you do 7 & 20 for the cute oc asks for your amazing ocs please?
7) What are your OCs' favorite smells?
Amaranth: citrusy smells and cinnamon, but she's also fond of the smell of her lover's hair
Callista: fresh- cut grass, fruity smells, some of the lighter floral scents
Jasmine: the open sea, floral perfumes, sweat
Louisa: old books, fresh cookies
Helene: the forest after a rainstorm, autumn evening air
Aster: his mom's cooking, light clean scents like fresh linens
Cesario: leather, musk, vanilla
20) Are they a tidy or messy person?
Amaranth is a clutterbitch. Not quite as bad as Asra, but the two of them together? Yikes. But they always know where everything is. She's very particular about her appearance though.
Callista is very neat. Everything has a correct place, and undone chores will bother her. That being said, she isn't worried about getting dirty when she gardens.
Jasmine is fairly neat. She likes to have her treasures displayed nicely and is finnicky about her nails, but can sometimes be a little messy
Louisa is organized when it comes to her books and workstation, but is prone to clutter otherwise
Helene is as tidy as she can be considering she lives outside most of the time. She takes good care of her possessions and is quick to put things away when she's done with them or else they might get lost
Aster is on the neater side, but has learned to coexist with mess so it doesn't bother him that much
Cesario is a fucking mess. Over the past 10 years he's gotten used to having other people around to clean up after him. He knows how to clean, but tends not to think about it
In a rare turn of events (rare enough to possibly alarm Kass and Tikos), Amaranth is the first out of bed. On the pillow where her head should be is a neatly folded letter. The bottom corner of the letter has very small, slightly sticky fingerprints. The smell of breakfast is coming from the kitchen of their little cottage.
