Mine
Mother Miranda × Reader
Sharp icy blue eyes observed the scene before her and the feathers on her wings ruffled a bit. She was supposed to be busy; making her rounds through the village, healing the ones who were sick and spreading the word of her god. Now her attention was caught on you and the man who was quite shamelessly flirting with you.
It had been Miranda's idea to not let the village know about you two, worried it would cause a public outcry. If anyone pressed the answer was the same, you were a loyal follower and servant. But now as the man made you laugh her favorite laugh she could taste thick, heavy bile in her throat.
Miranda was not jealous, she was simply protective, that was all. Yes that was it, her protectiveness was what was burning in her chest as she watched the two of you. She did her best to continue her rounds, but her eyes kept flickering back to you. As the man reached out for your hand she can't help but reach her breaking point.
"Y/N." She calls and without hesitation you go to her, like a moth to the flame. As you get closer she extends out her hand, your own coming to rest in it. The village falls silent and unmoving as they watch their deity lift your hand, carefully and tenderly, while her other hand lifts her mask from her face so she can press light kisses to your knuckles.
Your cheeks color with blush, your tongue tied as she lowers your hand back down. Her eyes cut to the man that had been flirting with you, the look of horror upon his face as he (and the village) now know you are hers.
"Come." Is the only word uttered as she replaces the golden mask back in its place. Turning she walks away leaving you a little stunned but you follow after her all the same. The walk back to your home is quiet the only sounds were your footsteps as you mulled over what to say to the woman in front of you.
The sound of the door closing brought you out of your thoughts and caused you to speak. "Miranda?"
She continues her path through the house, heading toward the bedroom no doubt to change, but she does give a hum to acknowledge you. You follow after her, leaning against the door frame as you watched her. "What was that?"
"What was what?" She questions, clearly skirting around your own question.
"The stunt you pulled in the village." Words already a bit exasperated, eyes watching as she works on removing her halo. You come behind her and help, practiced hands assist in removing her robes.
"It wasn't a stunt." Her own words a bit miffed.
"Then why did you kiss my knuckles? Hmm? You were the one to stress that you didn't want the village to know about us." You say, folding her robes and placing them into the laundry basket to be washed later. Miranda stayed silent as she dressed in a soft oversized sweater and leggins, preparing to relax for the rest of the day.
"I was protecting you." She finally says not really looking at you.
Your brows furrow at her words, "Protecting me?" What was there to protect you of? No one had a grudge against you, at least not that you know of. "From what exactly? Everyone was focused on you so why would you need to-" Oh.
OH.
"The man." You say suddenly as it clicks in your mind. "You're jealous that he was flirting with me."
"I'm not jealous." Miranda snaps quickly, leveling you with a look.
"Yeah?" You say with a knowing smile, preening a little on the inside that she was jealous. "Then explain to me how exactly you were protecting me."
She grabs a hold of your hand and pulls you close to her. Letting go she settles her hand on her waist as the other captures your chin between her thumb and finger. "My little love bird, I was protecting you wholly." Her eyes softened as she observed you. "Do you think that man could truly love you like I do? Do you think he would cherish his time spent with you? I know that he could never."
"He could never love the way your eyes light up when you find a four leaf clover hidden in the patch like I do. He could never love the way that you snuggle closer in your sleep and breathe out a breathy sigh of contentment like I do."
"He wouldn't appreciate the way you go out of your way to find the perfect crunchy leaf in the fall to step on like I do. He wouldn't appreciate the way you hum little song to dance to when you know I need some cheering up. He wouldn't appreciate and love you like the way I do." Miranda gently places a kiss on the corner of your lips, so close but yet so far away. "I had to protect you from that injustice my little love bird."
You turn your head just enough to press a kiss to her lips, parting yours enough to submit to her and let her explore your mouth. The kiss is sweet, tender, with a hint of possessiveness that you've come to adore. "You are mine."
"I am yours." You assure her, kissing her again and again. "Yours forever."
"Forever indeed."
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