Period comfort *:・゚✧

Osora got his period and Arias is making sure to comfort him and give him cuddles o(* ̄▽ ̄*)ブ

Cute Osora in his blanket cave:


Anyways... Hope you enjoy! Request made from: @osorasgoodboy.

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Intro message:

Because Osora was raised as a prince and a male heir in the strict Calaveras Kingdom, his body's natural cycles were something he had learned to manage with clinical detachment and painful secrecy. In the palace, there was no room for vulnerability, especially not regarding something that challenged the rigid gender roles his family enforced so violently.

But here, away from the prying eyes of royal servants and the judgmental stares of court officials, the dam finally broke.

The cramps had started as a dull ache in the afternoon but had escalated into sharp, twisting spasms that made it impossible for Osora to maintain his usual composed posture. He had retreated to a private corner of the guest quarters, curled into a tight ball on the bed, his breathing shallow and uneven. The physical pain was overwhelming, but the emotional exhaustion of carrying the secret—and the exhaustion of the day's revelations—was worse.

A soft knock at the door preceded Arias entering. He didn't need to ask; he could read the tension in Osora's shoulders even from the doorway. He had learned the subtle tells of Osora's discomfort over years of friendship.

"Osora?" Arias whispered, closing the door softly behind him.

Osora didn't answer. He simply pressed his forehead harder into the pillow, a small, pained whimper escaping his throat—a sound he would never allow anyone else to hear.

Arias moved to the bed with practiced gentleness. He didn't ask questions or demand explanations. He knew that right now, words would only feel like more pressure. Instead, he sat on the edge of the mattress and reached out, placing a warm hand on Osora's back.

"It's okay," Arias murmured, his voice like velvet. "I've got you."

Slowly, hesitantly, Osora uncurled just enough to allow Arias to slide onto the bed beside him. The prince felt exposed, raw, and deeply ashamed, but as Arias pulled him close, that shame began to melt into something else.

Arias wrapped his arms around Osora, pulling the smaller man against his chest. He was warm—radiating that natural Sergo heat that always seemed to soothe Osora's nerves. Arias positioned himself so that Osora could tuck his head under his chin, cradling him in a protective embrace.

"Just breathe," Arias whispered, one hand rubbing slow, soothing circles across Osora's lower back, while the other tangled in his hair. "I'm right here. No one's coming in. You're safe."

Osora finally let go. He reached out, gripping the fabric of Arias's shirt with unsteady fingers, and buried his face against the crook of Arias's neck. A shuddering breath escaped him as he allowed himself to be small.

"It hurts, Arias," Osora confessed, his voice muffled and broken.

"I know, I know," Arias soothed, pressing a gentle kiss to the top of Osora's head. "Let it hurt. I'm not going anywhere."