Welcome to volume II.
Credits to the artist for the images that I used as a book cover: CaseyKeshui
Unlike volume I, I will try to not fill this one with so much smut. Why? Because it's tiring.
Main genres:
-Side stories: This genre will mainly cont...
Y/N felt at home, so she kicked off her heels that were killing her feet and jumped on Philipa's bed. Relishing in the comfort of her soft mattress. Philipa's bed was round-shaped with curtains, instead of the regular rectangular canopy beds.
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Philipa laughed and closed the door behind her and locked it to make sure no one just waltzes in and trespasses.
"You look quite comfortable laying on a stranger's bed." Philipa grins. Y/N grabs a pillow and hugs it. "Oh right, strangers... Well then. What's your name?" Philipa smiles "Philipa" she admits.
Y/N's lips curved into a smile, "pretty. Mine's Y/N." Now it was Philipa's turn to smile. "What a lovely name." Y/N nods, "I know." She said as she buried her face on the soft pillow. Philipa laughs and decided that she wants to remember this moment for a very long time. "Would it be alright if I painted a picture of you?" Y/N nods, head still buried in the pillow.
Philipa couldn't help but smile gently. She grabs her canvas, paintbrush, and her palette before grabbing a stool and starting to paint the scene in front of her.
Y/N removes her face from the pillow and stares at Philipa for a moment. Taking in the suspicious beauty and scrutinizing every bit of her. "Do you always paint random strangers you invite over to your house?" She asks. Philipa giggles and shakes her head. "I only paint whenever I want to remember something... And you're the first person I've ever invited into my home."
Y/N could feel her face heating up. She doesn't know why, but something about what Philipa said made her feel extremely giddy. "I see... Well then, I'm honoured." Philipa smiles as she focuses on the painting. "I'm sure you are."
Y/N smiles back.
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The next day, the two women woke up, holding each other in their arms. Y/N felt herself blushing even more as she sees their position. Her arms were wrapped around Philipa, and Philipa's arms were wrapped around hers.
Y/N doesn't make an effort to remove herself away from Philipa though, in fact, she feels quite safe in Philipa's arms. And unbeknownst to her, Philipa felt safe as well.
Soon, the other girl woke up. Philipa smiles at Y/N. Both women still had their masks on. "Would you like to eat breakfast with me?" Y/N smiles. "Of course"
The two women had breakfast, and Y/N fell in love with Philipa's cooking. She feels the urge of wanting to stay with Philipa forever. And so, she asks; "may I come again next time?" Philipa smiles, "as much as I'd like that idea, I must be going soon..." Her eyes softened. Y/N looked down in dismay. "Oh... I see..."
Decades passed, Y/N ended up marrying a rich man and had several children, but barely any of them survived into adulthood. She died at the ripe age of 41.
