I wanna know how Manon reacts to reader randomly getting her period🥺my week has been shit and I really need the fluff😭luv u
Messes and Apologies
A/N: Awh darling! I hope things have been looking up for you. Luv you boo! Hope this little fic makes your day a bit better :)
CW: None? Mentions nudity and blood, bc, ya know, periods
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When you woke, you could tell that while it may be morning, it was far too early for anyone to be awake. It was still dark outside, and you would have assumed it was the middle of the night had it not been for the chirping birds in the distance.
You and Manon had forgotten to close the window the night before, and a faint chill filled the room. You shivered at the breeze, and immediately winced as the movement sent a sharp pain through your abdomen. You furrowed your brows a bit, curious as to why your stomach was beginning to ache. You were naked, Manon, too, due to your... activities the night before. Had she been a bit rougher than usual, is that the reason for the ache? No, not really, she'd actually been a bit on the gentler side. Were you getting sick? That couldn't be it, nothing else felt bad.
You moved to turn to your side, having been lain on your back with Manon's arms wrapped around you, when you felt it. Slick, between your thighs, and again, that deep ache in your lower belly flared through you.
Your heart sank, and you could feel the blood drain from your face.
Damnit, I thought I wasn't due for another week? You cursed yourself, usually you're always prepared. It had been so, so long since your cycle had caught you by surprise.
Immediately, you thought about Manon, your girlfriend laying right beside you. Your flow was always heavy, and if it was already running down your thighs, it had surely made its way to the sheets.
Manon did not care for mess. She was dirty in some ways, sure. In bed, for starters, and she never cared about blood when she was out in the field. But what would she think about this? Your cycle, ruining the sheets in the early morning, disturbing your rest, when Manon finally had a few days off after working and training so hard.
Manon was grumpy when disturbed from her sleep, and sometimes, downright mean if there wasn't a good reason for her to be woken up.
First, you needed to get up and clean yourself. But, you needed to change the sheets before it got too messy, or before, gods forbid, Manon were to accidentally roll over into it, or something. But that would require waking Manon up, and that was something you absolutely did not want to do. Truly, you felt guilty, she's been working so hard, and after a night of love making, you know she needed to sleep.
It didn't take long for the ache in your belly to worsen from dread, and your heart began hammering in your chest.
Slowly, you peeled Manon's arm up from where it was still across your waist, and you backed up to the edge of the bed, throwing your legs over and rising to your feet. A candle was gently burning on the other side of the room, nearly gone, but in the dim light, you could see that you had, in fact, bled onto the sheets.
There was... a lot. Way more than you had anticipated. You had likely started it hours ago and had been bleeding all damn night. There was a sizable stain, and you could feel it begin to trickle down your legs now that you were standing. You hunched over at the cramps, and you truly didn't know if the tears gathering in your eyes were from the pain or the embarrassment. Likely, it's both.
You softly pad around the bed, careful to not make heavy steps, when you stop suddenly at the sound of Manon's small grunt. You look over at her, and she's adjusting to rest on her back, her face contorted in frustration.
If you weren't so upset, you'd take a moment to admire the fact that she obviously sensed when you weren't with her, and she didn't like it.
When it's clear that she hasn't woken up, you continue making your way to the bathroom.
In the brightly lit room, you let your tears fall. Your inner thighs are bright red, and your stomach hurts, like a dagger in your gut, twisting and moving in and out. While you have the supplies to clean up, your underwear and clothes are in the bedroom, as well as any rags you'd be able to use to absorb your cycle. Manon had picked some more up during your last cycle, but you hadn't needed them yet, and so they weren't in the bathroom.
You groan in frustration, turning the sink on briefly to splash your face, and to wet a rag. You sit on the edge of the large bathtub, careful not to get it messy, and begin wiping down your legs.
It's difficult to see through the blurriness of tears, they fall slowly and gently, cooling your flushed face. Every second you spend in the bathroom is a second you avoid dealing with the sheets, another second you avoid having to wake Manon. And truthfully, you're less worried about her anger than you are your own embarrassment. While your and Manon's relationship isn't new, this is the first time an accident like this has happened. You just feel so... guilty.
Once your thighs are cleaned, you rise on shaky legs, and deposit the rag in the dirty laundry basket. Again, you splash your face, hoping it conceals the fact that you're crying when you wake Manon.
You turn the light out before leaving in an effort to not wake her too soon, and quietly, you return to your shared bedroom. You retrieve the candle from the dresser and place it on the table next to Manon's side of the bed.
You're still naked, legs clamped closed to prevent any more mess, and you opt to not sit on the side of the bed for fear of staining it even further.
Gently, you place a hand on Manon's bare shoulder, and give a gentle push. Her brows furrow, and she lets out a small puff of air, but she doesn't wake up.
Again, you shake her shoulder, and this time, you softly call her name. "Manon?" you whisper, shaking her for a third and final time. Her eyes fly open, and she's looking at you in confusion for a brief moment before she's sitting up, she sheet falling away to expose her naked chest. She doesn't care, though, immediately grabbing your arms and looking you over.
"What happened? Are you okay?" Her voice is a bit groggy with sleep, but the concern is evident.
And for some reason, it brings the tears all over again.
Manon is instantly climbing out of bed, standing at your height. She bends her head down to look you in the eye, her grip on your upper arms tightening.
"Y/N, what the fuck happened?" Her tone is harsh, not out of anger, but out of worry.
You squeeze your eyes shut, refusing to look into her gaze. She goes to speak again before she stops herself, looking around the room, even more confused.
"I smell blood, are you hurt?"
You shake your head 'no,' and she gives you a firm shake. "Damnit, Y/N, what's happened? Tell me!"
You take a deep breath, and finally, meet her eyes. "I-I'm really sorry Manon..."
She growls, baring her teeth. "Sorry for what? Tell me what's going on right now, Y/N, you're freaking me ou-"
"I got my cycle!" You rush out, lowering your head so that you don't have to see her disappointment and aggravation.
"What?" She asks, tone much calmer now.
"I-I got my cycle... I made a mess of the sheets, I'm sorry. I-I think it came early, or I didn't do a good job of tracking it... I'm sorry Manon. I'm sorry I had to wake you up, but the sheets..."
Manon turns to look over her shoulder, at the mess that you speak of. She turns back to you, to your eyes that are still staring at your feet.
She places a finger below your chin, tilting your gaze up.
Surprisingly, her face looks... soft. She doesn't look angry at all. She wipes the tears from your face. "That's what you're upset about? Some stupid sheets?"
"I had to wake you up..." you trail off, only continuing when Manon looks at you like she's waiting for you to make a point. "I-I just... I know you're tired... so, I'm sorry."
She scoffs, like she can't believe you'd even say that. "I don't care about losing sleep. I don't care about the damn sheets. I care about you. I care about why my girlfriend's up before the sun is, crying her eyes out and bleeding." She shakes her head in disapproval. "You scared me, baby."
You breathe out a sigh of relief. She isn't angry, or upset. A bit frazzled, maybe, but all is well. "I didn't mean to, I'm sor-"
"No more apologies," Manon is firm, and you nod your head to signal that you won't apologize again, not for something you can't control.
She leans in and presses a kiss to your forehead. "Do you feel alright?"
You shrug. "I'm okay, my stomach just hurts."
She hums, and pulls you in for a hug, running her hands up and down your naked back. "My poor baby," she says, and you huff a laugh, pinching her side.
She jumps, and gives you a playful scowl. "I didn't say that to tease you, you know. I don't like when you're in pain."
You give her a soft smile, and a quick peck to her lips.
"Did you already get cleaned up?" She asks, and you nod, to her disappointment. "You should have woken me up right away, I could have taken care of you."
Though Manon's said plenty of romantic things to you throughout your relationship, it still makes your heart flutter every time. Manon's favorite way of showing how much she loves you is by taking care of you, when you're injured or ill. It doesn't surprise you that she wants to now.
"Do you want to take a hot bath while I change the sheets, and I'll get you some clothes and supplies?" She asks, already guiding you back towards the bathroom.
"You don't mind? I can clean my own mess, Manon, really. I know you're tired."
"I can go back to sleep when I know you're comfortable and in bed with me."
And, because you just adore her, you stop her in her tracks and pull her in for a loving kiss. She's surprised at first, but wastes no time kissing you back, caressing your arms and back.
"I love you, Manon, thank you."
She bumps her nose against yours, "I love you, too."
⤷ female, ambiguous race, and any size reader. Requests are open, thank you for reading!
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SFW🌿
⭑ Manon would like to keep it casual at the beginning - not wanting you to feel as if you were important to her.
⭑ And she would see you casually; as you lived in different cities.
⭑ But as time went by, and she interacted with different people. She realised that her feelings for you weren’t temporary.
⭑ However, she didn’t act on them.
⭑ It wasn’t until she saw you bleeding and unconscious in your village one night that her heart froze. What had happened to you? Were you still alive? All these thoughts swarmed her mind as she raced toward you.
⭑ Manon made the relationship ‘official’ by calling you her partner when people asked who you were.
⭑ You didn’t rebutt it; why would you? You secretly wished she would take your relationship seriously. And when she had, it took all your might not to wear a crazy grin.
⭑ Manon is quite tall, so be ready to feel small - I reckon she’d be around 6′2
⭑ She loves it when you brush her hair - but you HAVE to be gentle, otherwise, she’ll hiss at you. And would never ask you to brush it ever again.
⭑ She holds grudges and she’s extremely stubborn. But by being around you, you give her a new way of thinking. A more open mind.
⭑ You’re the only person she will hear reason from - you’re the only opinion that matters
⭑ She likes spending time with you, even though you didn’t think so for a while.
⭑ Manon likes to show you off, she’s very proud to call you her significant other
⭑ She likes to keep a lock of your hair, or a piece of your clothes close to her.
⭑ Manon shows her love through acts of service and gifts
⭑ You would definitely be more into affection than she is. But once she warms up to it, then she’ll kiss you in front of others, hold your hand and wrap you in her arms
⭑ Relationship Tropes:
✧ Serious x Joyful
✧ Stoic x Emotional/Wears Emotions On Their Sleeve
✧ Devilish x Flustered Mess
NSFW🔞minors dni! 18+ only
⭑ Manon would definitely be into bloodplay - whether that blood came from your arm, legs, thighs, pussy. The smell sets her skin on fire; it’s like a drug.
⭑ You would absolutely be under her control. Her dominant personality follows her into the bedroom - but on the nights that she wants to be looked after- those are the nights that she is in your mercy.
⭑ She shows how she feels about you with her body. The way she moves against you, rubbing and humping. Letting out small moans, they’re her way of saying ‘I love you.’
⭑ Manon makes sure that both of you have reached orgasm twice before considering it ‘sex’
⭑ She could go for hours
⭑ Your smell is intoxicating to her. Especially when you’re ovulating. When you’re most fertile is when her sex drive is highest
⭑ Manon is able to reach orgasm just by hearing you whimper
⭑ During this age, electronic toys do not exist, but I’m sure dildos in some form do. So Manon would definitely want to use one
⭑ Manon would definitely be open to threesomes ... foursomes ... orgies ... but you HAVE to be near her and eye contact must always be intact
⭑ She loves your thighs, whether they’re big or small - she loves to rub herself against them, grinning devilishly down at you
⭑ “Does this feel good? Tell me it feels good.”
⭑ She likes to come up behind you and yank your hair so you’re looking at her. Her lips collide with yours with so much force that you know they’ll be bruised
⭑ She leaves a lot of scratch marks; on your back, shoulders, ass, thighs etc
⭑ Doesn’t like to be told what to do unless it’s you in the bedroom. She’ll cooperate, only when you show that you mean it. She doesn’t want half-assed attempts
