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serxa · 8 days ago

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ARGAHIEKS

I can't stop reading ur Telemachus fanfic 😭😭pls make more if you can because damn 💔aughhh 💔💔 I'm so in love with the way u write him 💔💔

Like maybe just write the story abt when Odyssseus and Penelope reunite and stuff like that and Telemachus was listening to his parents saying sweet things and then idk 💔💔

You can make it NSFW too tbh, I like how you write him (make him 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂... And make him top because he's so hot bro 😔😔 ts making me look like a 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂 gooner)

Sorry if I'm asking too much 😔😔

Remember to have a good day and drink water and get some rest pooks, love ur fanfic masterpiece ❤

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Word count: 1.5k

Summary: After Y/n and Telemachus had an argument, Y/n decided to make Telemachus jealous by flirting with one of the suitors, and Telemachus did that same with one of the maids. Until Telemachus got fed up at the end of the day.

Pairing: Telemachus x Fem!Reader

Warnings: MDNI, Jealous sex, blowjob, controlled orgasms, choking, handcuffed(fabric), d!inp!, creampie

𝐓𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐌𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐔𝐒 𝐇𝐀𝐒 𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐀𝐍 𝐈𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍 𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐋𝐘, always whining about the suitors and taking out his anger on Y/n. Which is a stupid way, why on Y/n!?

As Y/n was walking around the palace after their fight, since she called him immature and he called her a whining bitch, they decided to go away for a bit to cool off a bit of steam. The only thing Telemachus was so worried about was what might happen to her when she's walking alone in the palace, afraid of what the suitors might do to her.

Unbeknownst to her, she will be the one approaching the suitors. As she waited for Telemachus to go out, she was fixing herself in a little compact mirror Telemachus got me. Y/n looked up and saw Telemachus exit his room, so she walked to one of the suitors and started to talk to them.

The suitors was shocked at first, before he got all cocky and arrogant. "Yeah, of course I'm strong and bulk!" He exclaimed and Y/n was trying her hardest NOT to laugh or grimace. It was so stupid to her, that she wanted to laugh. Giving these kind of men the smallest bit of attention, immediately gets them a huge boner.

Y/n saw in the corner of her eye that Telemachus was watching, his eyes dripping with anger and jealous.. But.. Something else too. As her conversation with the suitors went on, she quickly got tired of the man just talking all about himself. She sighed softly and straightened her back. "It's was really nice talking to you.. I'll go now, alright?" She murmured.

"Uh- already-?" But before he could even finish his sentence, Y/n was gone in a blink of a moment. Y/n quickly walked through the halls of Telemachus' palace as she went for a search of his boyfriend. She looked at one corner and saw him flirting with one of the maids that he knows likes him. No no, head over heels in love with him. Me and Telemachus locked eyes and I just rolled my eyes, turning away, gripping my chiton and walked away.

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As Y/n was about to go out the palace to go to town without Telemachus, She suddenly felt someone pull her back in and started leading her somewhere. It was Telemachus, his hair tousled as he gripped on her wrist, pulling her to what seemed to be, towards his room. "Tsk- Telemachus." Y/n grumbled, knowing that she explained to Telemachus every time, she doesn't like getting forced to talk to him after an argument.

"Just shut up and follow me. Or else you want me to pull you by your hair that you kept twirling while talking to that suitor Menetes." He grumbled. "You're saying that like you weren't wiping off that soft smirk while talking to the maid that you know is in love with you. Are you stupid?" Y/n stated. "You didn't it first." Telemachus stated as he pushed her in the room. He took a fabric and took her wrists.

"If we can't talk this out, I'll fuck the anger out of you." Telemachus hissed in Y/n's ear as he tied her arms behind her back. She suddenly felt her stomach churn in a good way, as she was slammed on the bed by Telemachus. She never really saw Telemachus this aggressive in bed, but hell, even she would purposefully do something bratty just so she can get man handled by her boyfriend. Who wouldn't?

Y/n looked up at Telemachus and gulped as he started to remove his tunic. That's when she realized that he was going to fuck her clothed like he promised to do when he's mad. This image of him fucking her in her clothes had always been just an image in her wet dreams, and she was thanking the gods that she can finally experience this.

He already had a huge boner and he pulled her down on her knees. "Suck." He instructed as he gripped the back of her head just for support and for him to control her mouth the way he wants to do it. Y/n quickly opened his mouth and Telemachus quickly shoved his wet cock in her mouth, making her gag and cough on his dick.

She couldn't do anything with her arms, so she couldn't have support on his hips. He started to make my head go faster and Y/n whined against his cock in every thrust as it hits the back of her throat and off. She looked up at him as she sucked and that image will be engraved in Telemachus' mind and used for later masterbation reasons.

He pulled our of her mouth and Y/n's chin was covered in saliva and a few tears ran down her cheeks. She coughed and took a long deep breath to catch her breath. Before Y/n had time to compose herself, Telemachus pulled her up onto the bed, her stomach on the bed as he pushed her head in the cushions.

"Still remember the rules? Or I don't fuck you enough for you to remember?" Telemachus said against her neck as he pulled her chiton skirt all the way up, and he spanked Y/n's ass. "I-I-! R-.. Remember.." She mumbled as Telemachus spanked her. Telemachus rubbed his tip on Y/n's slit, making her shiver from head to toe as he kept her face against the mattress.

"Recite the rules while I fuck you, clearly. Any mistake, I go faster." He started as he practically slammed on, making Y/n almost pass out at the aggressive push of his dick all the way in. "K-.. Keep.. Quiet.." She murmured as Telemachus moved at a steady pace. "Because?" Telemachus asked. "Because.. Of the suitors.. And I don't want them to-.. Hah.. Ah~!" Y/n moaned as Telemachus slammed aggressively to see if Y/n can still maintain composure. "Ah.. That's a mistake." Telemachus stated.

He started to go a bit faster from his previous pace. "Next rule." He muttered as he gripped Y/n's arms against her back as he purposefully made Y/n arch her back to her a certain angle and g-spot Y/n had. "N-.. No begging.. Because that's p.. Patheti-ic!" Whined Y/n. She gripped the sheets as she tried to keep her composure. "And?" Telemachus asked. Y/n's thinking was clouded for the other reason, making her silent.

Telemachus slammed in, in such an aggressive way, to the point Y/n had to moan loudly. Telemachus pushed her head against the pillow she had. "What was the first rule?" Telemachus asked, gripping y/n's hair and cocked her back, making her arch her back even more while Telemachus continued to fuck her alot more faster, making Y/n's legs start to shake, her ass red as how much Telemachus was drilling his cock in her.

"K-Keep quiet so the suitors won't hear!" I whined. "But you're being what?" He huffed. "I'm being loud-" I murmured as I looked down, watching my lower abdomen grow a small bump when Telemachus' tip hit my cervix in a certain angle. "Atleats you know. That's a mistake." He hissed and quickly went faster, making Y/n open her mouth and close her eyes, but nothing came out as Telemachus basically used her as a fuck toy.

He put her in a headlock as he drilled his dick inside her now red pussy, and the silken juices she was producing dripped on Telemachus' dick and on the floor or her skirt because of his long it was. Y/n was so close to letting go of her orgasm as it was around the corner. "Hold." Telemachus stated as he went even faster to follow her orgasm. Y/n gripped his arm as he went so fast, and he was basically trying to choke her as he still put her in a headlock.

Y/n didn't know how to control her orgasm any more, but she knew if she let go and came, Telemachus would push it until he came twice, and she knows she'll practically pass out on the next round. Y/n nodded and Telemachus tightened his headlock as he went faster, making me shocked, not knowing he could even go faster. "Telemachus-!" Y/n moaned, her face turning red because of the blush on her cheeks and got Telemachus choked her, before he spanked the side of my thigh as a way of telling her to let go.

And Y/n being a good girl quickly came, making Telemachus moan on her shoulder, kissing it three times as a way of saying I love you. He pulled out and came on her back. Telemachus released her from her headlock and she just crashed on the sheets as she catches her breath. "Come here baby.." He took the fabric off her wrists and turned her around to look at him. "Gosh, you're absolutely destroyed, love." He laughed and Y/n just went red. "Come on, let's get you cleaned my love.." He carried her bridal style and carried her to the bathroom in his room...

I FINALLY POSTED WOOOHOOOOOOOOOO

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lovely-p-issues · 10 months ago

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Fic idea - Astyanax in Ithaca

for times when my English will become acceptable because writing this in Polish feels not right sample of the story under the summary c:

Of course, I was thinking about Penelope's reaction to Odysseus showing up with a new kid (10/11 years old, give or take, Astyanax) at their doors.

I imagined it as the Game of Thrones scene when Ned Stark comes home and shows Catelyn a baby who, he claims, is his bastard. If I were her, I would lose my mind.

But I think that Odysseus explained himself chaotically, yet truly and Penelope didn't fight with the idea of raising the little prince as their own.

But Telemachus? Well, that's a hell of a different story.

He spent his childhood without his father, missing his presence and hoping to meet him one day. He lived in his shadow, as the problematic son of the absent king that everyone wanted to kill, or as a painful reminder to his mother that Odysseus wasn't around anymore and that she needed to be there for the two of them.

Now his dad is back but with a new child.

A new child who knows his father so well. Odysseus was his only parent for ten years (if we forget about 600 uncles, but they died after like 3 years? if I get it right?) and they just get themselves on an impossible level.

Odysseus knows Astyanax's nightmares (they share them).

Astyanax knows his father's past and doesn't need to ask many questions, and Telemachus does. He hates to do it because he sees Odysseus's pain, he sees Astyanax's reproachful look, like he is going to fight Telemachus if he doesn't leave their father, and-

and he sees the sad, concerned eyes of his mom.

So he doesn't ask much about those 20 years. And somehow it's even worse.

Because Telemachus doesn't know Odysseus. Because it feels weird and not home, like they are forced to be close, but they are not. Because he knew his father from songs, stories and legends, and this man is not who he heard of and he doesn't know how can he fix it.

Telemachus doesn't like to think about it but feels like he gives up on Odysseus. He spent the last 20 years of his life trying to reach that man and- Telemachus is tired.

Besides, Odysseus has another son anyway, right?

The prince of Troy, cursed boy, son of Hector, Astyanax, who also turned out to be a pain in the ass.

He knows that he can't blame the kid for his existence or even for the fact that Odysseus took him to their home.

For that Odysseus often takes Astyanax for horse rides to show him the island. The thing that Telemachus did alone.

For that, Odysseus teaches the boy how to use a sword and they laugh a lot during that. The thing that Telemachus did with strangers, got dozens of bruises, always trying to do everything he could to impress the person that wasn't there.

He doesn't blame Astyanax.

He just can't stand him.

But the boy seems to love the idea of going after him whenever Odysseus manages to pull him off for a moment. It's okay when Astyanax watches him during the trainings with eyes shining with excitement. However, it's bad when Astyanax starts to talk.

Father said I'm getting better at parrying-

When I was with father on Calypso's island-

Father does this completely differently-

Telemachus is a patient man. He waited for his father for 20 years. But sometimes he asks himself if Astyanax knows that all this talking about Odysseus, the man he missed but can't actually get to know, is such a trigger for him.

Maybe Astyanax teases him to show how much more of a son Odysseus is?

With every day Telemachus is more and more irritated. He does his best to hide it, but he can't ignore this fire burning him from the inside.

The reason for this fragile peace collapse is, relatively, very stupid.

Telemachus was tired after all day when he met Odysseus.

"The situation in the city is now calmed down,’ he informed his father, combing through his wind-tangled hair."

Odysseus nodded and put a hand on his shoulder.

"Thank you, Telemachus. Well done."

Telemachus froze, not knowing what to say. He couldn't even move. Finally, he nodded, wincing slightly at the awkwardness of his every interaction with his father.

"Of course, father."

Odysseus seemed equally perplexed. However, the whole situation changed when Astyanax appeared in the courtyard where they stood.

Or, he ran into it, almost toppling over, just to get to Odysseus faster and embrace him around the waist.

"Dad, you will never believe what I found with mother in the garden!"

Telemachus watched with unhealthy interest as his father's face lit up with a smile as he listened to Astyanax's excited chatter.

A sudden anger, though senseless and petty, flared his veins. He had to avert his gaze and drive it into the ground so that no one could see his anger. His jaw was clenched tightly.

Twenty years of life based on a vague memory. An entire journey to find his father. His faith, his efforts and his devotion. All this to not be able to have one real conversation with his father. All this to watch both his parents melt down over his new, little brother. All this to stand by and watch his dreams fade away.

He no longer watched.

He walked away before he could do something stupid. Something that would distance him even further from his father.

He holed up in one of the cool and dark corridors of their palace. He concentrated on his breathing and massaged his temples.

He was an adult and knew how to deal with his feelings. Not that anyone had ever taught him that.

"Telemachus, what's wrong? You don't even know what we found in the garden, you went too fast!"

He didn't know shit about how to deal with his feelings.

"Could you, for five minutes, let me live as I lived before you came along? Five minutes without your constant footsteps and shouting behind my back. Five minutes of peace and quiet! That's all I'm asking for!"

But Astyanax took a few steps back as if frightened by Telemachus' sudden outburst. A grimace twisted his face and he squinted as if Telemachus was an extremely difficult puzzle for his quick mind.

"Why are you so angry? I don't understand."

"At this point? I'm not sure anymore. All I know is that I wasn't this angry even once before you dragged yourself home with father and decided to act as if it had all been yours forever."

Telemachus had to calm down. For bloody hell, he had just shouted at the eleven-year-old as if he was guilty of anything.

‘Are you angry about your father bringing me with him?’

Damn it.

It wasn't true. To be fair, he did not want Astyanax to die that night in Troy or be lost in the depths of the burning city.

Still, did he want him here? He let his thoughts wander before he could finally admit it to himself.

Astyanax, essentially, was not the problem. Everything else was. Telemachus was as well.

"No. There are many other things I'm angry about, but not this."

He sat down on the floor and leaned against the cool wall. He hid his face in his hands and let the anger leave him with his next breaths.

"Forgive my shouting. You got me at the wrong time, brother."

And he heard the boy slowly slide down the wall and sit down a few steps away from him.

"You should be grateful, you know?" suddenly said Astyanax. "He travelled all the world to see you and Mom."

You won't scream, Telemachus said to himself. He took a breath.

"Yeah, he didn't really know me, so. I don't know if that counts."

"That's even better. I mean, he loved you anyway. All this time, he was thinking about you"

This logic was wrong, but Telemachus doesn't find enough strength to fight over it.

They stayed silent for a few minutes.

"He didn't want me, you know? He just didn't want me dead and I reminded him of you. He was also scared of what I would become if he just left me alone. And you are so awful but he wanted you from the beginning and he loves you and he was so proud and-" Astyanax put his arms around his knees, his voice breaking as he spoke his next words: "You're a terrible idiot, you know. But he still wants you."

Telemachus needed a few seconds to see that every now and then, Astyanax would rub his wet eyes with his little fists.

He wasn't ready for this, even after months of training he wouldn't be ready. He stays silent for a moment. Slowly, he puts his arms over the crying mess and draws him to his side.

"And you think that father carried you all over the world because he doesn't like you?"

"Because he's kind and he would be ashamed to tell uncle Polites what he did."

"As far I know he wasn't so nice all this time, right? But he never turned his back on you. If you don't trust me, trust that. Odysseus came with you to Ithaca, because he wants you."

Astyanax did not reply but rested his head on his side. Telemachus let him.

Later that night, Telemachus carried a tired Astyanax straight to his parents' bedroom and knocked. When confused Odysseus finally opened it, Telemachus threw the sleepy child at him without hesitation.

"Hug your bloody kid."

And he walked away. This was his moment to avoid uncomfortable questions.

Let me know what do you think. And yes, Telemachus and Odysseus have a proper conversation about being father and son, but later.

BTW sorry for all the errors, I'm so sleepy right now I barely see my screen

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amitiel-truth · 2 months ago

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River Maiden Pt. 5

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Part 11,

(A/N: I realized I've been spelling Antinous name halfway wrong, but sorry for the typos I'm too lazy to check)

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Once the announcement is finished, (Y/N) continues her lessons with Penelope, while Telemachus attends to his royal duties.

Throughout the day, Telemachus can't shake the image of Antinous eyeing (Y/N). It only serves to fuel his protectiveness and jealousy. He knows he can't be around her every waking moment, and the thought of Antinous or any other suitor trying to make a move on her angers him greatly.

With that in his mind, he didn't even notice Athena's attack, his spear clanking onto the grass.

"You've been distracted this whole time, you know your enemies will take advantage of it." Athena points out, stabbing her spear onto the ground.

"I know, I know! It's just that...ugh!" Telemachus sits down by a tree, his hand rubbing onto his face.

"It's just my Beloved...with those bastards leering eyes" Telemachus seethed, clenching his teeth

"What of it?" Athena asked, sitting next to him.

“Athena, how can I bear this? Antinous, that arrogant wretch, dares to leer at my (Y/N) in my own home! He mocks me with his lustful gaze. Must I watch in silence, or will you guide me to defend her honor?” Telemachus asked in distress, running a hand through his hair as Athena looks at him with a frown.

“Telemachus, trust in the heart of your betrothed. No man’s gaze can sway what is true and steadfast. You see only his actions, but her love for you is stronger than any temptation. Trust in her wisdom, in her strength, and in the bond you share. A heart unshaken by foolishness is more powerful than any leer or insult. Do not doubt her, for your trust will keep both of you steadfast through this trial.” Athena advises, sitting next to him.

"Besides, I have a sneaking suspicion this (Y/N) of yours is unwilling to let go of you."

Meanwhile, (Y/N) spends the day with Penelope, learning the skills and knowledge a queen-to-be should possess. Penelope takes the young woman under her wing, teaching her everything from diplomacy to cooking to the ins and outs of managing a royal household.

"My, there's so much to learn" (Y/N) marvels, looking at the books in awe.

Penelope smiles warmly at (Y/N)'s enthusiasm, pleased by her eagerness to learn. "There is indeed a lot to learn." she agrees. "Being a queen isn't just about wearing pretty dresses and hosting parties, you know. It requires wisdom, grace, and a great deal of responsibility."

"Yes, understood" (Y/N) nodded, willing to learn from Penelope.

Penelope nods approvingly at (Y/N) quick understanding. She appreciates how the young woman is taking her future role seriously. "Good," she says, opening one of the books before them. "Now, let's move on to the next topic...diplomacy."

Without even noticing the time, Penelope and (Y/N) were in the midst of discussing the art of diplomatic etiquette when they heard the urgent footsteps outside. Telemachus appeared in the doorway, slightly winded from running but his expression filled with worry.

"Oh, is it over already?" (Y/N) murmurs, covering her lips.

Penelope looks at Telemachus with concern, immediately reading his expression. "Yes, we're just wrapping up the lesson, Telemachus. What's the matter?"

Telemachus closes the distance between himself and his mother. His eyes dart to Egeria, his protective instincts surfacing at the mere sight of her. "I need to speak with you, Mother. Alone."

Penelope glances at Telemachus's concerned expression, then looks at (Y/N). She gives her a reassuring smile before turning back to Telemachus. "Of course, my son. (Y/N), would you excuse us for a moment, please?"

"I'll just be outside" (Y/N) stands up, placing down the scroll, before closing the door behind her.

(Y/N) walks by the side of the Hall, waiting, rubbing her eye from a whole day of studying, once she opens her eyes, she sees Antinous infront of her with a scheming smile.

"Lady (Y/N), permit me to introduce myself properly—I am Antinous, son of Eupeithes, a humble servant of Ithaca’s future." Antinous introduces himself, as (Y/N)'s wide eyes calms down, frowning at him.

"So, I've heard" (Y/N) coldly answers, turning her gaze away from him.

Antinous’s smile faltered as (Y/N) ignored him completely, her attention fixed elsewhere. His brow furrowed slightly, irritation flashing in his eyes. He stepped closer, his voice smooth but cutting. "I see you're too busy to notice a man offering his company, my lady"

"The only man I wish the company of is from My Beloved." (Y/N) answered blankly, barely sparing him a glance.

Antinous’s expression darkened, but he masked it with a chuckle. "Ah, so loyal, my lady. But loyalty can be a heavy burden when the one you wait for is already here, in Ithaca, yet too blind to see what’s right in front of him." He took a step closer, his voice dropping to a more intimate tone. "You speak of your beloved, but tell me—does he truly see you, or is he too busy with matters that don’t concern him?"

He paused, letting the question hang in the air, watching her for any sign of doubt. "You deserve more than empty promises."

"The Prince is just a boy—chasing rumors, wandering, lost in the shadow of his father. But I? I stand here, in the heart of Ithaca, a man who knows what he wants and how to take it. I offer power, security, and a future built on strength, not promises."

"I can offer you pleasure beyond what Telemachus could ever provide— pleasures that you’ve never even dreamed of." His eyes gleamed with a dangerous mix of confidence and arrogance. "He’s young, inexperienced. He may love you, but he can’t give you what a man like me can. I know what a woman needs, and I can fulfill it in ways you won’t soon forget."

He took another step closer, his gaze intent. "Telemachus may be your choice, but remember, I offer you a life of indulgence— pleasure, power, and everything else that comes with it. I am the man who can make you feel alive."

(Y/N) looks at him blankly, before smirking at him.

"Pleasure beyond this world, you say?" (Y/N) repeated in thought. "Alright then, But, you must do a small favor for me, before we start"

"A favor?" he echoed, his tone dripping with curiosity. "I’m intrigued. You have my full attention, my lady. Name it, and I’ll be more than willing to oblige. After all, I am a man who knows how to make all your desires come true."

(Y/N) pointed at the corner of the Hall, where he could still see her. "Could you stand in wait on that corner, so you could see The Prince's heartbreak?"

Antinous's brow furrowed slightly, his smirk faltering as he glanced at the corner she pointed to. His voice dropped, a hint of amusement lacing his words. "Ah, so it’s not pleasure you seek, but a spectacle. You want me to stand and watch, while you toy with the prince’s heart?"

He chuckled softly, shaking his head, but the glint in his eyes was calculating. "Very well, my lady," he said, stepping back with a slow, deliberate motion. "If it pleases you to see such a thing, I’ll indulge you. After all, seeing his heartbreak will be a fitting prelude to your next choice."

With that, Antinous turned and made his way to the corner she had indicated, with her smile disappearing as he turned his back to her, his mind already racing, wondering just how far she would go with this twisted game.

After a bit, Telemachus finally steps out of Penelope's Quarters, being greeted by (Y/N)

"My Love, Did something happen that you needed to speak with your mother quickly?" (Y/N) asked, worried.

Telemachus tries to conceal his anger and worry as he sees (Y/N), but fails miserably. He steps closer to her, his hand instinctively reaching for hers as if to reassure himself that she's alright.

"It's...it's Antinous," he says through clenched teeth. "He's been eyeing you, looking at you in a way I don't like."

"Oh, that's not good" (Y/N) frowns, sighing.

"But before you tell me more about it, can you do something for me for a bit?" (Y/N) asked, tilting her head.

Telemachus looks at (Y/N), his expression still tense. But the worry in her voice makes him relent a bit.

"Of course, anything," he says, his voice softer. "What is it?"

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(Y/N) suddenly wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him into a passionate kiss.

"I missed you, take me to your room, please~" (Y/N) begs, pouting up at him.

The sudden kiss and request take Telemachus off guard, but the tension in his shoulders eases a bit as he looks down at (Y/N), seeing her pout. He can never resist her when she looks up at him like that.

Without a word, he scoops her up in his arms, holding her close as he carries her to his room.

Once inside his room, Telemachus gently sets (Y/N) down on the bed, then moves to close and lock the door behind him, making sure they are alone and private.

(Y/N) continues kissing him, pulling at his clothes, carefully removing his armour.

Telemachus responds to her kisses with equal fervor, his hands roaming over her body as she begins to undress him.

"(Y/N)," he whispers huskily, between kisses. "You're so impatient today. What's gotten into you?"

"It's been a while, My Beloved, I missed you so, I missed your touch, your sound, your taste~" (Y/N) reminisce, pouting up at him.

Telemachus lets out a low, appreciative growl as (Y/N) continues to pull at his clothes, his own desire growing with every word she speaks.

"You missed me, did you?" he teases, his hands moving to slide off her own dress.

"I missed you too, my love. I missed this...having you all to myself."

(Y/N) pulls him into a kiss once more, starving for his love.

Telemachus kisses her deeply, his hands roaming over her bare skin as he pushes her back onto the bed. He breaks the kiss, only to trail his lips along her jawline and down to her neck, nipping and sucking at her flesh. He wants to relish the feel of her body beneath his, the sound of her moans, the taste of her skin.

"You drive me mad, you know that?" he murmurs against her neck.

"Only for you~" (Y/N) muses with a smile, letting him devour her.

Telemachus's mouth moves lower, over her collarbone and down to her chest, leaving a trail of kisses as he goes. His hands glide over her body, tracing the curves of her hips, her thighs, her waist, as he positions himself between her legs.

"And I'm yours," he whispers, his voice rough with desire. "All yours."

(Y/N) gasps as she feels Telemachus push his cock onto her soaking cunt, biting her lip as he began to move roughly.

Telemachus's mouth finds hers once more, kissing her with fierce possession as he sets a fast, deep rhythm, his hips rolling against hers.

"You feel so good, my love," he gasps, breaking the kiss. "I've missed this...missed having you like this, under me."

"I missed you too, your soft and intimate touches, I love it~" (Y/N) praises Telemachus, pulling him down into a kiss.

Telemachus smirks at her words, his ego inflating slightly with her praise. "You love this, do you?" he murmurs against her lips, picking up the pace, his hips rolling harder, faster.

"Ah! Yes~" (Y/N) moans, welcoming Telemachus's rough movements.

Telemachus continues to thrust into her, his hands roaming over her body, caressing every inch of her skin. He murmurs praises and sweet nothings in her ear, telling her how beautiful she is, how he loves her, how she drives him wild.

"You're mine, (Y/N)" he whispers, nibbling at her ear. "All mine. No one else's. You understand?"

"And your mine as well~" (Y/N) proclaims as well, moaning it onto his ear.

Telemachus nods, his eyes filled with a possessive desire as he gazes down at her. "Damn right, I am" he growls. "No one else can have me. I'm all yours."

"I love you!! Ooooh! I love you so much!~" (Y/N) moans out, feeling Telemachus hit her sweet spot.

Telemachus's breath catches in his throat at her declaration. He can feel himself getting closer to the edge with every movement, can feel her tightness clenching around him, can see the pleasure in her eyes.

"I love you too, (Y/N). So damn much," he gasps, his movements becoming more erratic, more desperate. "You're mine, all mine, only mine"

He kisses her fiercely, groaning into her lips, nearing his end.

"Are you close? My sweet Prince?" (Y/N) asked, panting, hugging him tightly.

Telemachus nods, his movements growing more desperate and erratic as he nods. "Yes, I'm close," he gasps, his voice strangled. "So close-"

(Y/N) moans as she feels Telemachus explode inside of her, forcing her to finish at the same time as him, moaning loudly, screaming even, as she felt his warm cum flooding her walls

Telemachus's body trembles as he climaxes, his fingers digging into (Y/N)'s hips as he rides out the waves of pleasure.

He collapses on top of her, panting heavily, his face buried in the crook of her neck. He wraps his arms around her, holding her tightly.

"By the gods, (Y/N)... you drive me wild," he whispers, his voice ragged. "I can't get enough of you."

"I love you, I love you so much~" (Y/N) professes, pulling him into a sensual kiss.

Telemachus responds to the kiss eagerly, his tongue delving into her mouth as he rolls onto his back, pulling her on top of him. He breaks the kiss, resting his forehead against hers, his hands roving over her body, caressing every inch of her skin.

"I love you too, my darling," he says, his voice filled with tenderness. "More than you could ever know."

(Y/N) teases him by rolling her hip, he's still inside her

Telemachus moans at her movement, still sensitive from their previous exertions. He reaches up to grip her hips, his fingers digging into her flesh as he tries to keep himself under control.

"You're teasing me, you know that?" he says, his voice strained.

"But I missed you~" (Y/N) pouted at him.

Telemachus chuckles, unable to resist her cute pout. "And I missed you too, love," he says, giving her a slight smack on the bottom, making her gasp.

"But you're playing a dangerous game, teasing me like that. You won't like what happens next if you keep it up, I promise you."

(Y/N) decided to take it up a notch. "Please, Telemachus, impregnate me~" (Y/N) begs, looking at him innocently.

Telemachus's eyes darken at her words, a mix of desire and possessiveness flaring within him. "You're asking for trouble, my love" he warns, his grip on her hips tightening.

"Please, let me make you a Daddy~" (Y/N) begged with a pout.

Telemachus lets out a strangled moan at her plea, his resolve weakening with every word. The thought of her carrying his child, of making him a father, is immensely enticing.

"Damn it, (Y/N)... you're going to be the death of me," he groans, his hands tightening on her hips.

He suddenly flips her over, pinning her down on the bed, looming over her with a possessive gleam in his eyes. “Are you really sure about this, darling?” he asks, his voice low and dark. “Because once I start, I won’t be able to stop."

"Yes" (Y/N) gave her consent, before pulling him into a passionate kiss.

Telemachus kisses her desperately, his body pressing against hers, his hands roaming over her skin, caressing every inch of her. He breaks the kiss, trailing kisses down her neck, nipping and sucking at her flesh.

“You’re mine, darling,” he whispers against her skin, his voice low and possessive. “All mine…”

"Say it again," he demands, his mouth moving down to her collarbone. "Say you'll make me a Daddy."

"Wanna...wanna make you a Daddy!~" (Y/N) whined, holding onto him.

Telemachus lets out a deep, guttural moan at her words, the possessive part of him swelling with every syllable. He kisses up her neck, back up to her ear, nipping at it gently.

"You'd look so beautiful, round with my child," he whispers, his hands roaming over her stomach. "Carrying my child, my heir..."

Telemachus realized that it's so unlike him to be like this, he was usually gentle, as his mother said, but looking at (Y/N)'s pleasured face...

Telemachus can feel a part of himself being drawn to this dominant, animalistic side of him, the one that enjoys taking control and claiming what he wants... particularly, what he wants from (Y/N). She had teased and pushed him to this point, and he couldn't deny that he now relished in it, relished in her submission to him.

(Y/N) eyes rolls to the back of her head uncontrollably, pushing back her hair and grabbing onto the bed, before smiling in pleasure and holding onto his shoulder with her other hand, she has a drunk smile on her lips.

Telemachus drinks in the sight of (Y/N)'s unrestrained pleasure, the look of pleasure on her face, the way she moans and moves beneath him, the feel of her nails digging into his shoulder, all adding to his own growing need and desire.

He leans down, his lips trailing along her neck, sucking and biting, marking her as his own. His hands roam over her body, his touch both possessive and tender at the same time.

"So...close!~" (Y/N) whines, holding onto his body tightly

Telemachus grunts as he feels (Y/N)'s hands gripping him tighter, the sound of her whine sending a jolt of desire through him. He can feel her body quiver and tense beneath him, signaling her closeness to the edge.

He leans down, his lips brushing against her ear, whispering huskily "Let go, love... give yourself over to me. Let me take care of you..."

"Inside, inside Telemachus!" (Y/N) begged, gripping onto him.

With her words, Telemachus's last bit of restraint snaps. He lets out a low, guttural moan, his body moving against her urgently, claiming her as his own. He can feel the need and desire consuming him, consuming them both before stilling.

"Oh, love... anything you want... anything..." he gasps out, his voice rough with need.

(Y/N) screams in pleasure as Telemachus stills against her, claiming her from the inside out, feeling it all inside her as she held onto him for dear life to keep her grounded.

Telemachus lets out a guttural, possessive moan as he feels (Y/N)'d body respond to his own, her scream of pleasure driving him further into the frenzy of desire and need. He grips her tightly, holding her against him as they both ride out the waves of pleasure, their bodies trembling and shuddering in the aftermath.

He presses his face into the crook of her neck, his breath coming out ragged and labored as he slowly comes down.

(Y/N) pants, before pulling his face to hers, kissing him sensually.

Telemachus melts into her kiss, responding to her sensuality with an equal measure of tenderness and affection. He deepens the kiss, his lips moving against hers in a slow, languid, and loving way. He wraps his arms around her, holding her closely against him, savoring the feeling of her body pressed against his.

They spent the whole night, full of debauchery.

By the time they finally settle down, Telemachus is exhausted, his body spent, his mind cloudy with pleasure. He pulls (Y/N) close, wrapping her in his arms, burying his face in her hair.

"Gods, you're going to be the death of me, love," he mutters, still panting from their exertions.

(Y/N) giggles, pecking his lips "I love you, my love~"

Telemachus smiles at her kiss, pulling her closer against his chest, savoring the feel of her body against his. He runs his fingers gently through her hair, enjoying the feel of the silken tresses between his fingers.

"I love you too, my darling," he says softly, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. "More than you could ever know."

Telemachus holds her close, wrapping his arms around her, letting her sink into the comfort of his embrace. He watches as her breathing steadies and her body relaxes, signaling her descent into sleep. His eyes slowly close as well, the exhaustion of their night catching up to him.

"Good night, my love," he murmurs, pressing a final kiss to her forehead, before succumbing to sleep himself.

In the early hours of the morning, Telemachus slowly wakes. He's disoriented for a moment, wondering what had pulled him out of his peaceful sleep. Then he feels (Y/N) stirring in his arms, her body shifting against his. He opens his eyes, a smile spreading across his face as he sees her sleeping beside him.

Telemachus shifts slightly, watching (Y/N) sleep for a moment. Last night's events play through his mind, how forward she had been, how eager she was. It was unlike her.

He gently shakes her shoulder, trying to wake her up. "(Y/N)? Love? Wake up for a minute."

(Y/N) groans before slowly waking up "Hmmm?"

Telemachus smiles at her sleepy, groggy expression. He brushes a strand of hair out of her face, his fingers gently caressing her cheek.

"Morning, love," he says quietly. "I need to ask you something."

He shifts, propping himself up on his elbow to look down at her, his expression a mixture of curiosity and concern.

"Last night... you were so forward, so eager," he says hesitantly, his eyes searching her face. "It wasn't like you. What changed?"

(Y/N) began to sheepishly smile, tracing a finger on his chest "I may or may not have wanted to send a message..."

elemachus raises an eyebrow at her words and her coy smile, his curiosity piqued. He watches as her finger draws lazy circles on his chest.

"A message, huh?" he says, a slight smirk playing at his lips. "What kind of message, my love?"

"To Antinous"

Telemachus's smile immediately falls at the mention of the name. He frowns, his grip on her tightening.

"Antinous? You... what message were you trying to send him?" he asks, his voice low and guarded.

"That you are more than enough for me, my Love" (Y/N) reiterated, trying to calm him down.

Telemachus relaxes slightly at her reassurance, the grip on her loosening. But there's still a hint of jealousy in his eyes as he speaks.

"You didn't have to go to such lengths to send that message, you know," he mutters, his voice still gruff. "You could have just told me, and I would have taken care of the suitors..."

"Yes, but with Antinous, I wanted more...hands on and an audible approach" (Y/N) stated with a smile.

"When you were talking to your mother, he went up to me"

"What did he say to you?" he asks, his voice tight with barely suppressed anger.

"He tried to convince me that he was better than you, That you were just a mere boy, inexperienced and such, how he'll give me a night of pleasure better than you could ever give." (Y/N) looks at Telemachus with lidded eyes, bored.

At her words, Telemachus's expression transforms into one of rage. His eyes blaze with anger, his jaw clenching as his hands curl into fists. He sits up, towering over her.

"That bastard" he growls, his voice low and dangerous. "How dare he speak to you like that. He's lucky I don't have my sword right now, or I'd-"

"No, no my Darling, with a man like that, words and violence is what he thrives on" (Y/N) presses a hand on his chest, laying him down onto the bed

"But I do know that he didn't expect...action~" (Y/N) eludes, tracing a finger at the center of his chest.

"Action, hmm?" he says, his voice deep and gravelly. "What kind of action are we talking about, my love? Because I am really beginning to want to do something violent to that cockroach..."

"Action of Passion, my beloved" (Y/N) reveals, pecking his lips.

"I knew he was still watching us when you stepped out of your Mother's room, so I decided to show him who's the better man between the two of you~" (Y/N) reveals, smiling teasingly at him.

Telemachus's rage momentarily softens at her words, replaced by a mixture of desire and possessiveness. His eyes roam over her face, his hands reaching up to take her hips, pulling her onto his lap as he sat up.

"You... are very naughty, you know that," he murmurs, his voice thick with lust. "Baiting him like that..."

"You would have been worse if you knew he was watching, and you were ravenous enough~" (Y/N) points out, pecking his lips

Telemachus's grip on her hips tightens at her comment. He pulls her flush against his body, his hands moving to her thighs, slowly running up her body.

"You're right," he concedes, his voice a low growl. "I would have been furious if I knew he was watching... and I probably would have ended the night with you on the floor..."

"See? It's why I also needed you last night, I missed you~" (Y/N) pouted, stroking his chest.

Telemachus lets out a low moan, his eyes fluttering shut at her touch. He leans into her, his hands continuing mapping her curves, his hunger beginning to grow once more.

"You're a minx, you know that?" he grumbles, his voice a mix of amusement and longing. "Always finding a way to rile me up..."

"Everything about me riles you up ~" (Y/N) points out with a smile.

"That's true," Telemachus agrees, opening his eyes to gaze at her intently. "Everything about you does rile me up. It drives me wild..."

He suddenly rolls them over, pinning her under his body, his hands roaming over her again.

He leans down, his mouth moving against her skin, biting and sucking at her neck, her collarbone, his hips settling between her legs.

"The sight of you in my bed... the sound of your voice... the feel of your body against mine... it drives me insane."

He presses himself against her, his body flush against hers, his kisses moving lower.

"How am I supposed to focus on anything when all I can think about is you? Every time I see you, all I want to do is touch you, to taste you, to make you mine."

"But I'm already yours" (Y/N) points out with a teasing smile, pecking his lips.

Telemachus growls, his hands grasping her wrists and pinning them down above her head, pressing her further into the mattress.

"I know you are," he says, his voice thick with desire. "But I still can't get enough of you. No matter how often I have you, it's never enough..."

His hips rock against hers, his body pressing intimately against her.

(Y/N) moans at his sudden advances "Then I guess you have to satiate your hunger~" (Y/N) gasps, hugging him tightly

Telemachus grunts at her words, her moan and her gasp only increasing the fire burning within him. He looks down at her, his eyes dark with hunger.

"Oh, I plan to," he husks, his voice low and gruff. "I plan to thoroughly satiate my hunger."

With that, he leans down, claiming her lips in a fierce, possessive kiss.

After an early morning sex, the two still have lessons and training they need to attend to.

Eventually, Telemachus and (Y/N) manage to untangle themselves from each other, much to Telemachus's chagrin.

"I don't want to move," he grumbles, burying his face in her hair, his arms wrapped snugly around her waist.

"But you have to attend to your duties, my Prince~" (Y/N) coos, playing with his hair.

Telemachus lets out a frustrated huff, his grip on her tightening slightly.

"I know, I know."

He lifts his head slightly, pressing a kiss to her forehead.

"But I'd much rather stay in bed with you all day, my love."

"That would be a dream, but even Royalty doesn't have that kind of luxury~" (Y/N) points out, sitting up.

Telemachus groans at her words, flopping back on the bed with a melodramatic sigh.

"You're right, I know. But I still wish it was possible."

He rolls onto his side, propping himself up on one elbow to look at her. His eyes roam over her body, taking in her naked form appreciatively.

"We'll your Mother wouldn't appreciate me being late because of her son" (Y/N) points out, dressing up.

Telemachus watches her get dressed with a hint of wistfulness, his eyes still roaming over her form as it slowly disappears beneath her clothes. He lets out a sigh as she finishes dressing, reluctantly sitting up as well.

"I know, you're right," he says, scrubbing a hand over his face. "I should probably get ready as well."

(Y/N) chuckles, walking up to him, caressing his face

"Escort me?"

Telemachus looks up at her, his expression softening at her touch. A small smile tugs at his lips as he reaches out, wrapping his arms around her slender waist.

"Of course," he says, pulling her down onto his lap. "It would be my pleasure, my love."

After dressing up, Telemachus began leading (Y/N) to his Mother's Quarters.

They walked through the halls of the palace together, Telemachus's hand resting casually on (Y/N)'s waist, his fingers tracing idle patterns on her hip through the fabric of her dress.

Eventually, they reach his mother's quarters, and Telemachus knocks on the door, waiting for a response.

After a moment, they hear Penelope call out from inside.

"Come in," her voice sounds out. Telemachus shoots (Y/N) a smile, opening the door and guiding her inside.

Penelope is sitting at her desk, various scrolls and documents spread out around her. She looks up as the two enter, a small smile on her lips.

"Ah, Telemachus, (Y/N), good morning," she greets them, setting down her quill. "I see you're both punctual as ever."

Penelope gestures for (Y/N) to take a seat in front of the desk, her eyes warm and welcoming.

"Ah, yes, your lessons," she says, sorting through the scrolls on her desk. "I hope you're feeling up for some more history and politics today."

"Do I?" (Y/N) smiles, eager to learn, very different from Telemachus.

Penelope chuckles at (Y/N) eagerness, clearly pleased with her enthusiasm.

"I can tell you're eager to learn," she says, passing (Y/N) a scroll. "And I appreciate your eagerness. You seem to have a genuine interest in these topics, unlike my son."

She shoots Telemachus a playful glance, her eyes sparkling with amusement.

Telemachus rolls his eyes at his mother's comment, but can't help but smile.

"Yes, yes, you know I hate studying," he says playfully. "I'm off to training. I'll see you both later."

He gives (Y/N) a quick peck on the forehead before exiting the chambers, leaving (Y/N) and Penelope alone.

Penelope watches Telemachus leave with an amused smile, before turning her attention back to (Y/N).

"Now, where were we?" she asks, her eyes fixing on the young woman in front of her. "Oh, yes. I think we should start on the history of Ithaca today. Let's delve deeper into that, shall we?"

"Let's" (Y/N) nodded, as they began their lessons.

For the next few hours, Penelope delves into the rich history of Ithaca, from its foundation centuries ago to its current state. She talks about its past rulers, its wars, its trade, and its cultural traditions. (Y/N) listens intently, absorbing everything like a sponge.

Eventually, Penelope sits back, a satisfied smile on her face.

"You've been an excellent student, (Y/N)," she comments, impressed by (Y/N)'s thirst for knowledge. "You've retained a lot of information, much more than Telemachus ever did at your age."

"We're of the same age" (Y/N) answers, scratching the back of her head.

Penelope chuckles at Egeria's response, amused by her matter-of-fact tone.

"Perhaps physically, but Telemachus has always been a bit... stubborn," she admits with a smile. "He has never been the best at retaining information, especially when it came to basic history and politics. He's always been the more hands-on type."

"Oh but, He's quite strategic, he's more knowledgeable in the battlefield" (Y/N) points out with a smile.

Penelope nods, a proud gleam in her eye.

"You're right, he is," she agrees. "He has a natural talent for strategy, and it does seem like he's finally taking an interest in learning as well."

She looks at (Y/N) with a hint of curiosity.

"It's interesting, your influence on him. Since you arrived, he seems... more focused, more determined."

"Oh no, I didn't do anything, He simply chose to better himself" (Y/N) answers with a smile.

"You're too humble, (Y/N)," she says gently, gesturing for her to stand up. "I believe your mere presence has encouraged him to become a better version of himself. He's lucky to have you."

"Thank you, Mother" (Y/N) smiles at Penelope brightly.

With a warm smile, she pulls (Y/N) into a brief but gentle embrace.

"You're welcome, my dear," she says with affection.

Meanwhile, everything was great, until the Suitors had become restless on Penelope's stalling

Antinous leaned back in his chair, a cruel smirk on his face. "How long must we let that whore Penelope toy with us?" he sneered. "Her tricks and false promises grow old."

Telemachus was walking back to his mother's quarters to see Egeria on his short break, but was cut short by the rumors of the Suitors' unrest spread. his hands clenching into fists at his sides.

"You don't know what you're talking about, you mindless buffoon," he sneers, the words coming through gritted teeth. "My mother is a queen, not a whore."

"Oh, come on now, Little Prince" he says, a sly smirk on his face. "We all know how much your Mother enjoys our company. Surely she wouldn't mind if we had a little fun with her as well as with your precious (Y/N)?"

The moment the words leave Antinous' lips, Telemachus' restraint snaps. He lunges forward, grabbing the man by the collar of his tunic.

"You touch one hair on their heads, and I'll skin you alive." He growls dangerously, his eyes dark with fury.

Antinous laughs, clearly undeterred by Telemachus' threat. He sneers at the Prince, his voice laced with contempt.

"You act as if you can actually protect her. We're all just waiting for the right moment to drag her back to our quarters, and there's nothing you can do to stop us."

Telemachus tightens his grip on Antinous' collar, his knuckles turning white with fury.

"You underestimate me, you bastard," he snarls, his voice low and deadly. "I will rain down the wrath of the gods upon you and every single one of you suitors if you even think about laying a hand on her."

The room grows deathly silent as Telemachus makes his threat. the tension palpable. Antinous just narrows his eyes at Telemachus, a malicious glint in his gaze.

"You're outnumbered, Prince," he sneers, a hint of challenge in his tone. "You can't fight all of us."

Antinous leers at Telemachus, clearly enjoying the prince's anger.

"What's the matter, Telemachus? Afraid we'll break your plaything?" He sneers, his eyes roving over Telemachus, taunting him to attack.

Antinous' words send a wave of rage coursing through Telemachus. He can feel his control slipping, the need to defend (Y/N) threatening to overpower him.

"She's not a plaything, you oaf," he spits, his voice shaking with fury. "She's a person, she's MY person, and I won't let you or any one of you bastards touch her."

"But at least, You enjoyed the show" Telemachus taunted with a grin, knowing Antinous was watching when he fucked (Y/N) into oblivion.

Antinous’s smug expression twisted into one of rage, his fists clenching at his sides. "Watch your tongue, boy," he growled, his voice low and venomous. "You think that makes you a man? Parading her around like some prize?"

Telemachus only laughed, his grin widening. "A man? No, Antinous—I’m her man. And judging by the look on your face, I’d say you know it all too well." Telemachus taunted once more, this time meeting an unexpected punch.

The punch takes Telemachus off guard, sending him stumbling backwards. He grits his teeth, tasting blood in his mouth from where his lip had been split.

"You bastard," he hisses, as he lands a punch squarely on Antinous' face, sending him stumbling back, a shocked look on his face.

Antinous recovers quickly, his eyes filled with anger as he lunges at Telemachus, his fists flying.

The room descends into chaos as the brawl erupts, fists flying and furniture smashing. Telemachus fights like a man possessed, his fury and determination fueling his every movement. He dodges and weaves through the crowd of suitors, his eyes fixed on Antinous.

But no matter how skilled Telemachus had been, 108 to 1 is still a greater margin

Despite Telemachus' skill and determination, he is soon overwhelmed by the sheer numbers. With every punch he lands, three more land on him. Despite his best efforts, he is slowly beaten back, his strength failing him.

"Enough!" Suddenly, (Y/N)'s voice boomed throughout the Main Hall, glaring at the Suitors, it seemed like she has the same idea of seeing him on her short break.

Telemachus looks up, his lips twisting into a pained smile as he sees (Y/N).

"(Y/N)..." he mutters, his voice weak and strained from the beating he took.

"Telemachus! What did they do to you!?" (Y/N) cries out, looking at his bruised state.

Telemachus slowly rises to his feet, supported by (Y/N). He winces as his body protest, no doubt bruised and battered from the beating.

"It's... not as bad as it looks," he grumbles, though it's clear he's putting up a front.

(Y/N) continues fussing over him while leading him out of the Hall, not giving any of the Suitors even a glance

Telemachus stumbles after (Y/N), relying on her for support. His body is starting to ache all over, his movements sluggish and laboured. He can feel the eyes of the suitors on him, but he pays them no mind. His attention is solely on (Y/N).

"Where are we going...?" He mutters, his voice a little strained.

"To your room, I need to tend to your injuries" (Y/N) answers, supporting him.

Telemachus nods, not protesting as he allows (Y/N) to lead him to his room. Despite his pride, he knows he needs her help right now.

He winces as he sits down on his bed, the pain from his injuries becoming more intense now that the adrenaline is wearing off.

"Oh, my Love, what did they do to you?" (Y/N) cries out, running to the washroom to get a bowl and washcloth.

Telemachus watches as (Y/N) rushes to get the supplies. His heart thumps heavily in his chest as he hears the concern in her voice. He looks down at himself, taking in the extent of his injuries.

"Just a few bruises and cuts, nothing too serious," he tries to reassure her. "I've had worse."

"No, you should never have got it worse, they never should have touched you in the first place!" (Y/N) stated, gently dabbing on his injuries.

Telemachus winces as (Y/N) carefully tends to his injuries. Her touch is gentle, though there a hint of anger in it.

"I'll be fine, (Y/N)" he mutters, his voice still a bit weak. "I've dealt with plenty of brawls before."

"No, you're not!" (Y/N) argues, her voice becoming hoarse.

"What if something happened to you? I can't live with myself if you've-" (Y/N) sniffles, wiping away her tears.

Telemachus is taken aback by the emotion in (Y/N)'s voice, his heart clenching. He had never seen her like this before. He reaches out, taking her hand in his.

"Hey, hey," he says gently, giving her hand a soft squeeze. "It's okay, I'm okay. I'm not going anywhere, I promise."

(Y/N) gasps, her breathing shaky as she held his hand, looking at him

"Why did you even fight them in the first place?"

Telemachus sighs, looking down at their hands. His fingers interlock with her's, a connection of comfort.

"He was talking about you, about how he and the others were going to take you back to their quarters. I just... I couldn't stand hearing him talk about you that way, like you're some kind of possession they could just take and do what they want with."

"And they were also speaking ill of Mother. Calling her... terrible things, saying how she's just as much of a plaything as you are. I just couldn't stand there and listen to them speaking so disrespectfully about my family."

"You...defended our honor?" (Y/N) looks at him, bewildered.

Telemachus meets her gaze, his expression sincere.

"Yes. I couldn't just sit there and let them insult you and Mother like that. I had to do something, even if it meant getting beat up."

"Oh, my heart~" (Y/N) muses, carefully wrapping her arms around him.

Telemachus welcomes her embrace, leaning into her as he savours her touch. He buries his face in her shoulder, taking in her scent.

"I'm sorry," he mutters, his voice muffled in her hair. "I didn't mean to worry you."

"You shouldn't have, but the thought counts" (Y/N) smiles, pecking his lips, pulling back when Telemachus hisses in pain

"Sorry" Telemachus grimaces, his bruised lip protesting to (Y/N) kiss.

"It's okay," he manages a half-smile, his hand gently caressing her cheek. "I'll suffer a thousand more bruises if it means receiving your kisses like that."

"You have the biggest heart than all of them combined, my beloved" (Y/N) compliments with a smile.

A small chuckle escapes Telemachus' lips, the compliment making him feel a little better. He leans his forehead against hers, just enjoying the moment.

"You're too kind, my sweet," he murmurs, his hand moving to brush a strand of hair away from her face. "But...I haven't been honest with you, my Beloved, I have to go on a diplomatic mission, to look for my Father" Telemachus reveals, hugging her.

(Y/N) looks at him in shock. "Why didn't you tell me?" She asked with a frown.

"Because I didn't want to worry you, that what happened to my mother might happen to you, I didn't want to put you in a state of panic" Telemachus admits, burying her face onto her chest.

(Y/N) looks at him in shock, before smiling. "Go." (Y/N) stated, giving him her blessing. "I know you need closure, peace of mind on what happened to your Father, just...come back to me" (Y/N) begged, holding his hand.

Telemachus runs a hand up her back, pulling her closer to him. He understands her worry, the thought of being separated from her for those few days is unsettling.

"I will," he assures her, his voice soft. "And I've assigned two of our trusted knights to guard you I'm gone, I don't trust those bastards to keep their hands away from you." Telemachus curses under his breath, as (Y/N) rubbed his cheek

"I know, my love" (Y/N) smiles, soothing him. "And I'll stay close by your Mother's side, I don't feel safe with them vying for her as well" (Y/N) added, stroking his cheek.

Telemachus appreciates the offer, but he still worries about their safety as well.

"I know you can handle yourself, but please do be careful, my sweet," Telemachus implores, his eyes searching hers. "I won't be there to protect you, so you'll have to protect yourself."

"Yes, I will" (Y/N) answers, pecking his forehead. "Safe travels, my beloved"

"Does your injuries hurt a bit too much?" (Y/N) asked innocently

Telemachus shook his head softly, a small smile tugging at his lips despite the ache in his body. "Not as much as it did before," he replied, his eyes warm as they met hers. "Your care makes the pain easier to bear."

"Good" (Y/N) answered, before gently pushing Telemachus onto the bed.

"It wouldn't just be right for my beloved to go on a diplomatic mission without a proper send off~" (Y/N) smiled seductively at him, crawling over him.

Telemachus swallowed hard, his cheeks flushing as a grin spread across his face.

"Who am I to argue with such logic?" he said, his voice soft but laced with anticipation. His hands rested lightly on her hips. "If this is how you plan to send me off, I might have to leave more often."

#epic the musical #epic the musical x reader #telemachus x reader #telemachus #epic poseidon #medusa retelling #poseidon #focalors

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noralia20 · 6 days ago

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Falling for you

P1 P2

Sum up : Telemachus is fighting between the feeling in his chest, and the duty he has to fulfill. Tomorrow, he has to leave on a diplomatic mission, and his heart tells him to say goodbye to reader. But his mind can't formulate it. Will he gather up the courage to tell her ? Will he need a little help ? How will reader react to the announce ?

The sea breeze tugged at Telemachus’s cloak as he wandered the cliffs near the shore, the waves rumbling below like distant thunder. The moon hung heavy and full, spilling light across the water in silver ribbons. Athena walked beside him, silent.

He wasn’t sure why he was out here. Tomorrow, at dawn, he would leave on a diplomatic mission to seek supplies and alliances. It wasn’t dangerous — not really — but it would take him away from home for weeks.

He thought about you all day.

All day, he thought about saying goodbye to you. He even tried once. You were helping the queen in the hall, hair falling in your eyes as you argued with one of the suitors. He lingered, waiting for a moment to speak, but the words died in his throat. He left before you noticed him. The thought of leaving without a word gnawed at him now.

He hated himself for it. You weren’t even kind to him most days. You argued. You rolled your eyes when he spoke. You called him a prince like it was an insult.

So why did he feel like he’d be leaving something behind if he didn’t see you one more time?

“Something weighs on you,” Athena said, her voice smooth and low.

Telemachus exhaled sharply, running a hand through his hair. He didn’t bother pretending otherwise. She always knew. “It’s… her.” He hesitated, then laughed bitterly. “It’s always her. I don’t even know why. She’s infuriating, stubborn, and half the time she looks like she wants to throw me off a balcony.”

Athena hummed in amusement. “And yet, you can’t stop thinking about her.”

“No.” His voice dropped to something quieter, almost ashamed. “I can’t.” They walked a few more steps before he spoke again, voice low and raw. “I wanted to tell her I’m leaving. I wanted to… I don’t even know. Say goodbye? But I couldn’t.”

Athena glanced at him sidelong, her expression unreadable. If gods could feel nostalgia, this was it.

Athena said nothing, though her eyes lingered on him for a moment longer than necessary. He reminded her of Odysseus.

The way he walked now — restless, heart tangled in knots he didn’t understand — it was the same way his father once walked these shores, back when Penelope was still a distant hope and not yet his queen. But Athena didn’t say it. It wasn’t her place to.

A flicker of movement below caught Telemachus’s eye. He stopped, squinting down into the cove. It was about nine feet down, where the stream fed into a still, moonlit pool. The water glimmered like glass.

And then he saw you.

For a second, he thought he imagined it — that his mind, so tangled with you all day, had conjured a vision.

But it was you.

You moved through the water like a spirit of the sea, the moonlight tracing every line of you. Your hair, dark and wet, clung to your skin, shoulders bare above the water. Scars carved across your back and arms, old wounds from battles fought. He should’ve thought they ruined you. Somehow, they only made you more beautiful. Like proof you were too strong to break.

The breath left his lungs. You looked like something from a dream — a nymph, or a goddess, or maybe just the girl he couldn’t stop thinking about.

Athena glanced down, saw the way he stared, and decided he needed a push.

A literal one.

Telemachus barely had time to choke out a startled sound before his foot slipped — or was pushed — off the edge. He plunged into the water with a graceless, spluttering crash.

The cold hit him like a slap. His limbs flailed, and he surfaced, gasping for air, hair plastered to his face. For a second, he didn’t see you. Then he heard the splash, the hurried movement, and his stomach twisted.

You were hiding. He blinked water from his eyes and saw you half-submerged behind a rock, barely more than your head visible. Your eyes were wide, and for the first time, you weren’t glaring at him or spitting insults.

You were scared.

He realized too late — you weren’t wearing much, and the water didn’t exactly hide you. His face burned.

You stared at him like he was a monster that fell from the sky. “Do you—” Your voice came out shaky, breathless. You swallowed hard. “Do you always fall out of the gods-damned sky, or is this new?”

Telemachus coughed, spitting out a mouthful of seawater. “Only on special occasions.” Your brows pulled together in confusion and lingering panic. “What are you doing here?”

He swallowed, heart pounding. “I… I need to talk to you.”

Your voice was sharper this time, though it still wavered. “Turn around.”

“What?”

“Turn around, Telemachus.”

He turned so fast he nearly dunked himself again. Behind him, he heard the sound of you moving — water splashing, the rustle of fabric, and muffled cursing under your breath. He stared hard at the moonlit waves, face blazing with heat.

His heart wouldn’t stop racing.

After what felt like forever, your voice came again, quieter this time. “Okay. You can turn back now.” He turned slowly.

You stood there, damp hair dripping over your shoulder, fully dressed — though the fabric still clung to your skin. Your arms crossed tightly over your chest, but there was no hiding the flush on your cheeks, even in the moonlight. “Well?” you asked, voice low and wary. “What did you want to say?”

Telemachus swallowed hard. He didn’t know the right words — didn’t even know what he wanted to say, really — but he knew he couldn’t leave without saying something. “I��m leaving tomorrow.” His voice came out rougher than he meant it to. “At dawn. A diplomatic mission.”

Your expression didn’t change, but he saw the flicker of something in your eyes — surprise, maybe. Or disappointment. He wasn’t sure.

“And you swam all the way out here to tell me that?” He gave a breathless, awkward laugh. “No. I was supposed to tell you earlier. But I didn’t. And I didn’t want to leave without saying goodbye.”

For a moment, you didn’t answer. You just stared at him, water dripping from your hair onto your shoulder. Then, finally, your voice came, quieter than before. “You’re an idiot, Telemachus.”

He let out a breath he didn’t realize he was holding. His lips tugged into a crooked smile. “Yeah,” he murmured. “I think I am.”

The night felt endless. You tossed and turned, but sleep wouldn’t come. Your mind wouldn’t stop circling back to him — to Telemachus. You told yourself you didn’t care. That you only hid to the cove because he startled you, and you only stayed to hear him out because Penelope would’ve wanted you to. But that was a lie.

The truth was harder to swallow.

The truth was… you didn’t want him to leave.

The truth was… you couldn’t stop thinking about how he looked last night — his dark hair dripping wet, strands sticking to his face and neck, his tunic clinging to his body like a second skin. He wasn’t a boy anymore. He was broad-shouldered, strong, his face sharp and noble, eyes burning with something you couldn’t quite place.

Gods, when did he get so—

You cut the thought off with a frustrated groan, shoving your face into your pillow.

Stop it.

But your mind wouldn’t stop. Not even when you wanted it to.

It wasn’t just how he looked. It was the way he spoke to you. The way his voice sounded raw and unsure when he said he didn’t want to leave without saying goodbye. The way he looked at you — like you mattered. Like you weren’t just a loyal fighter or a thorn in his side, but… something more.

You hated him for that. You hated him because now you couldn’t stop thinking about it.

The room was dim, shadows stretching against the walls, but you noticed the light shifting. The first hint of gold bled through the cracks.

The sun was rising. Your chest tightened.

He was leaving.

Your heart knew before your mind caught up. Your body moved on its own, throwing the blankets aside, your feet hitting the cold floor. You barely noticed. Before you could think, you were running.

The docks were alive with activity despite the early hour. Sailors hauled supplies onto the ship. The wind tugged at the sails, eager to pull the boat out to sea.

Your lungs burned from the run, but you barely felt it. Your eyes darted through the crowd, frantic, searching —

And then you saw him.

He stood near the edge of the dock, speaking with one of the captains. His armor gleamed in the soft dawn light, bronze catching the first golden rays. His sword was strapped to his side, his cloak rippling behind him. He looked like a prince — no, like a warrior. Like a king.

For a moment, you forgot how to breathe. As if he felt you, he turned.

His eyes widened, surprise flickering across his face. His mouth parted slightly, as if he meant to say something, but stopped himself.

You froze. What were you even doing here? You didn’t have the words to explain it. You didn’t even know what you wanted to say. You stared at each other — him standing on the dock, you standing on the worn wooden path, the sea breeze tugging at both of you.

He was waiting for you to speak. But nothing came.

His brows pulled together, concern flickering in his eyes. “What’s wrong? Did something happen? Are you—” You panicked.

Before he could finish, you reached into your hair, fingers fumbling. Your heart hammered so loudly you thought it might drown out the sound of the waves. Your hand closed around the familiar metal. Without thinking, you yanked the pin free.

It was small, worn from time and use — a simple bronze hairpin, shaped like a wolf. Your father’s last gift to you before he sailed with Odysseus. It was the only thing of his you had left.

You didn’t think. You didn’t hesitate. You marched forward and slammed it against his chest, forcing him to take it. His hand instinctively closed around it, startled.

“Take it.” Your voice came out steadier than you felt. “Keep it.”

His eyes flicked between the pin and your face. “I… I can’t. This is yours—”

“You have to.” Your voice wavered, but your gaze didn’t. “If you’re carrying something that matters to me, then you have to come back alive and well to return it.”

His throat bobbed, as though he wanted to argue — but the words wouldn’t come. He looked at the pin again, something unreadable flickering in his eyes. Slowly, he closed his fist around it. He held it like it was something precious.

When he looked at you again, the dawn was rising behind him, light spilling over the sea. It caught your face, the wind tugging at your hair, the sun’s first rays filtering through your irises.

He stared, mesmerized — his breath caught in his throat. For a moment, he swore he saw his reflection in your eyes. He wondered if he could always be like that. If he could always be the only one in your eyes.

His voice came out low, steady, and serious. “I’ll come back. I'll give it back to you. I swear it.”

Your throat tightened. You nodded, forcing a smile — but you didn’t trust your voice to answer.

There were words you wanted to say. Words you didn’t even know how to form. They caught behind your teeth, too big for your pride to let out.

So you swallowed them down.

Telemachus stepped back, his gaze lingering on you for a heartbeat longer than it should have. Then he bowed — lower than he ever had before — and turned toward the boat.

You watched as he boarded, watched as the ship pulled away from the dock. He didn’t look away from you until the wind carried him too far to see. You stood there long after the ship disappeared beyond the horizon.

You told yourself you weren’t waiting for him to come back.

But you didn’t believe it.

Neither did your heart.

Part 3 ?

dividers : @strangergraphics @saradika

#telemachus x yn #telemachus x you #telemachus of ithaca #athena #epic the wisdom saga #epic the musical #epic #ithaca #little wolf #fluff #enemies to lovers #telemachus x reader #telemachus

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laritamiauu · 4 months ago

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HOLY SHIT GUYS, TELEMACHUS STANS COME HERE I HAVE AN IDEA

Imagine like a lil spin off saga where it tells the story of the little trip that telemachus took to find out where his father was. Like putting more depht on how he feels with this fucked up situation in his home, that he never got to meet his dad, and that he feels that his mom is in constant danger and he can't do anything about it

And like, in one of the songs it's like a full speed ahead reprise so he says "and ithaca is waiting, the suitors are waiting, my mother is waiting for me" AAUUGHGGHHH, also another song kind of like god games where he goes back and forth with the different kings and old commerades of Odysseus to find out where he is

maybe some kind of back to ithaca moment where we have a Penelope solo, signing how she feels about her son going away and how scared she is

and idk i feel like i need more MICO in epic he absolutely kills it everytime he sings

idk do with that info what you want

#epic the musical #epic #larita rambles #epic telemachus #telemachus

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zarnzarn · 6 months ago

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Penelope wakes up to the sound of screams.

With a gasp, she sits upright, straining her ears. The carnage is at the far end of the castle, the shouting and clanking of metal- but it is not her maids, or her soldiers who are dying.

It is the suitors.

Penelope swings her legs out of bed, silently making her way over to her mirror. She lights a candle and starts doing her hair and makeup, thanking the stars that she fell asleep in her best dress that night, and it was still fresh looking.

She looks at her own face in the mirror, older and lined. Feels her lips pull down as vanity passes over her, tugging at the unruly grey strands that poke out of her head, half-urgently trying to smooth out her face.

"Penelope," Athena says as she leans over her, eyes dancing with amusement. Athena, who has not appeared to her in four years. Her face is speckled with blood and her chest is heaving with fury- she must be down there too, in the bloodbath. "You know it doesn't matter."

"Can't I want to look my best?" She snaps, slamming her makeup box shut. Walks over to the chest that holds her jewellery and starts putting it on. "Sixteen years I have not seen my husband, I think I'm quite past anyone telling me what to do with regards to finally seeing him again."

A cautionary voice in her head screams at her to stop antagonizing Athena, so close to finally being whole, but when she turns, the goddess only has regret in her eyes.

"I am sorry, Penelope," She says, and Penelope stills, more than aware that it was very likely no one had ever received an apology from this goddess before. "Time passes differently in Olympus. What was four days ended up being four years, when I looked."

Tears prick at her eyes, but she forces them back with a sharp inhale. "That would explain it," She says roughly. "How much longer?"

Athena approaches her, armour clanking, and tilts her face up. When she presses a kiss to Penelope's forehead, she feels some of the desperate madness of the past years dissipate, leaving behind the sorrow-less certainty that she had been wise to wait, that she had been right.

Athena smiles. "Go."

She sees him before he sees her.

At first glance, she knows him, blood drenched and older though he is. He stands in the main hall, surrounded by bodies, and moves sharp and precise and inevitable as he takes down suitor after suitor, with none of them able to so much as land a scratch on him. Quick, moving in and out, with a tall, masked figure by his side and-

She clicks her tongue in exasperation, smiling. Sixteen and bloodthirsty, Telemachus stands by their side with furious satisfaction in his eyes as he clumsily shoots down each suitor that gets too close.

That absolute brat. He planned this! No wonder he was so happy this whole past week, when he'd been so morose the entire month before.

Penelope watches from the high balcony. Her trusted maids and all the subjects of the kingdom that still remain come running up the steps to help, some from the far reaches of the town, all gleeful- Ithaka is small, and shouts carry. She can see torches being lit across the city, when she looks, more rushing to the palace, taking out the retinues that had accompanied the men.

She takes a deep breath and makes her way down the stairs.

The brick walls around her swim in and out of focus as she walks, curiously far away. Her sandals sound out against stone.

She had been right. All these years, all this waiting- she had been right.

When she reaches the curtain, she stops and swallows. Sixteen years of waiting. She had promised him she would spend it happy, not grieve him before he was dead- and she had. Enjoyed the power, enjoyed raising her son, learning how to let the moments of grief rush over her and pass by every time she turned to see empty air. Made friends, gained allies, became skilled in politics like no other woman could so openly be. Ithaka flourished under her.

Let it end, she prays. Let that all be past from tonight.

She would give everything up for one more day with her husband.

Her hands are trembling when she pushes aside the curtain.

Odysseus stands in the middle of the room, panting as the last suitor falls, covered in blood. He's ragged, weary, scarred from all the horrors of whatever made him come back to Ithaka alone. Behind him, what looks like the entire kingdom stands together crowded as they stare, the ones who knew him crying themselves in shock, the ones who didn't studying him warily.

Telemachus says something and points to Penelope and she can see him stop breathing, same as her, when their eyes finally meet.

"Penelope," He breathes, swaying forward as he drops his weapons.

"Odysseus," She chokes out, as she forces herself to stop a distance away. Tries not to cry at the blatant hurt in his eyes as she does, at the frown Athena and Telemachus send her way. Feels rage climb in her chest- wants to scream at them both, at them all, that they cannot blame her. "You have returned."

"I have." He takes a step forward and they both shake. "To you. For you. I promised, didn't I?"

"Mother!" Telemachus bursts forth, dismayed. "Why won't you embrace him? It's father, it's really him, you waited so long for this moment!"

"You were too young to remember the shapeshifters that besieged our palace after Troy, my son," She says sadly. Watches grief at the fact settle in Odysseus' expression, then the devastated acceptance of her distance, tries not to let her emotions overweigh her caution at the love in his eyes as he allows her to do so.

Odysseus laughs suddenly, and her heart aches, her muscles cramp from how tightly she holds herself back, as he casually places an elbow on his son's head to lean on him, flashing her one of those grins she remembers so fondly, of the two of them being the only ones on the inside of a joke. It must be him, right? No shapeshifter could be so skilled, to embody the movements of his entire body so. "Don't worry so much, Tel. Your mother doesn't look at me unless I'm dressed in my best clothing- she would refuse to accept it was me either way, when I'm covered in all this blood."

Penelope aches. Penelope aches.

"So then I assume you wouldn't mind waiting until the daylight?" She smiles, half-fake. Her heart pounds as she turns to Eumeus and says, "Move our bed to the main hall for him, would you? I-"

She can't bring herself to speak further, turning back too quickly to look. Her stomach drops as Odysseus straightens back up with shock, her heart flips as hurt flashes over his face, and she's already running as he says in confusion and anger, "Damn you, woman! Did you take an axe to our fucking bed when I was gone-"

"It is you!" She exclaims as she throws herself into him, wrapping her arms around his neck as tight as she can. She sobs, and sixteen years of missing him spring to the surface all at once as she gasps for air in between tears, a smile on her face as she finally lets her mask fall. "Oh gods, oh Olympus, it's you, it's really actually you!"

Odysseus doesn't move for a moment under her, then says in a thick voice, "You fucking trickster."

And finally, finally, hugs her back.

"Don't be angry with me," She begs, voice devastated with her crying as she hangs off him. Holds onto him as if he'll disappear, escape her grasp again if she lets him go. "Don't be angry, please, I beg you, don't be irritated, or annoyed, I couldn't bear it-"

So long overdue was this reunion, and she spoiled it with her paranoia; if the first thing she did as a wife when no husband would do what he'd done for her was disappoint him-

"I am not," Odysseus says gently, cradling her face, holding her with the same desperation. Her ears burn with the sound of his voice, no longer a memory she had to guard fiercely against forgetting, every syllable just the same as she remembers it, saying new words. "I understand why, my love, trust me, I am only happy. I am only happy."

Penelope wails, her crown crashing to the floor with the force of it, shoulders shaking, and Odysseus holds her closer.

"Oh, Penelope," He whispers sadly. His voice cracks and he breaks down in tears too as they sink to the floor together. "My Penelope."

They cry on the floor like animals, a loud terrible din in front of everyone there, uncaring of who watches. Penelope tries to crawl into his lap, and he tries to crawl into hers- she has the wild thought that they need to both slit themselves into puzzle pieces so that they can fit together more tightly, to be satisfied.

Finally, they run out of tears, shaking on the floor ungracefully, still holding onto each other. She tries to press every inch of her body against his, even as the fear of having not seen his face while she embraced him makes her rear back to look, wiping off the blood to see him underneath. "You're home. You came back."

"I did," He says softly, eyes as adoring as she remembers them to be. She curls her fingers into his hair, relearns the shape of his face, traces her fingers over his nose and eyebrows. "Fought a lot of people to do it, but I did. I'm home."

"You're as beautiful as the day I lost you," She chokes out and shifts so she can hold him as he starts crying again at her words.

"Penelope," He whispers, threadbare- her poor husband, who fought so hard to come back home, with the glaring absence of all the men he loved who went with him, who has something shattered deep within his eyes because of whatever the Fates put him through. "Penelope."

"I have you. You have me." Penelope chants, looking around until she catches sight of Telemachus and Athena, both smiling. Telemachus sniffles and wipes at her face, and it is with a start that Penelope realizes that the goddess is also crying when she reaches up to elegantly wipe at her face. Holds out a hand with a grin that feels more real on her face than any she's worn these sixteen years past. "What, you two require official invitations?"

All of them nearly fall over with the force at which the other two rush into them, and they all laugh. Penelope holds her family close, all four of them together once more, and looks beyond to smirk victoriously at all her handmaidens and advisors and all the idiots who'd told her to move on. Some lay their eyes down as she looks, some of them incline their heads in acceptance and respect, and a few of them shake their heads with a smile. Penelope will not be losing their trust anytime soon.

She takes a shaky breath and holds them all close. Her family. Her loves.

She's never letting any of them go again.

#penelope #coda of their reunion in the book #odysseus #odypen #telemachus #athena #let me have 16 instead of 20 okay thanks bye #anyways! not seen much of her pov #i have more Penelope fics i swear my tumblr drafts alone r at like 30 rn #my fic #epic the musical

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phoenix-downer · 2 months ago

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Next to My Husband

Summary: Penelope can't believe Odysseus is really home, and he claims he isn't the man he once was. But one final test reveals the truth, and husband and wife reunite at long last.

~ 2770 words. Set during "Would You Fall in Love with Me Again" in the Ithaca Saga of Epic: the Musical and expands on their reunion. Angst, Romance, Fluff. Check the tags for additional info. POV Penelope.

Penelope waited in her chambers, staring out the open window facing the sea. For a long time, she had despised it for taking her husband away from her. How many nights had she spent staring at it, hoping, wishing, praying he would come home? And now Telemachus claimed he had returned.

It was too good to be true. Odysseus was dead. He had drowned or perished on some faraway island. She was in denial like so many other widows of the Trojan War. This was just a dream, nothing more.

She faintly heard her name called out, and then the door to her chambers creaked open. A man stood there, looking utterly haggard and ragged in the torchlight. He quite literally wore rags, his clothes were stained with blood, scars littered his body, and his dark hair and beard were matted. His eyes were red instead of the brown she remembered. But the way he looked at her…

She swallowed and stood. It had been so long since she had seen Odysseus that she wasn't sure if she could trust her eyes to tell her the truth.

“Is it really you? Have my prayers been answered? Or am I dreaming once more?” she asked.

He smiled sadly. “It's hard to believe, I know.”

She hesitated, then took a few steps closer to him. “Forgive me, but you look different. Your eyes are tired and your frame is lighter. Even your smile is different. It's so torn. Is it really you, my love?”

If this man really was her husband, he had changed so much in the intervening years that her heart and mind were having trouble coming to terms with the differences. She was a practical woman out of necessity, but all those painful days and sleepless nights longing for him to return had created a phantom lurking in her mind, a spectre made up of memories and longing. Her phantom husband was not the same as the man before her now—he was young and kind and optimistic, not middle-aged and jaded and haunted.

But then again, she was hardly the same woman either. She was also middle-aged now, and exhausted, and cautious. Naivety was the luxury of fools. She’d had to be clever and cunning and deceitful to survive. To raise Telemachus and keep the kingdom running and hold the suitors at bay.

His face fell. “I’m not the man you fell in love with,” he admitted, and she was confused for a moment before he continued. “The man you once adored—he's long gone.” That haunted look returned to his eyes, and he hung his head in shame. “I'm not your kind and gentle husband, and I don't deserve to be called your love. Because I'm not that man, not anymore. I don't even know that I deserve to be called a man after what I've done.” He ran a shaking hand through his shaggy hair.

She wasn't sure what to say. If he truly was a monster, he wouldn't feel remorse. But those blood-soaked clothes certainly spoke for themselves. The servants were currently cleaning up the aftermath of his killing spree that had left 108 men dead. And yet he had done it for a reason. Telemachus had told her it was to protect them. He had spelled out their horrible plans, the ghastly fate Odysseus had spared them from. Any good husband and father would do everything in his power to stop such an awful plot directed at his family. It was just difficult to wrap her mind around how far Odysseus had gone.

The world was a cruel place, to turn her kind, gentle husband into a ruthless killer.

He mistook her silence for judgment. “I know you've been waiting for the man who was once your love,” he said, and there were tears glistening in his red eyes and shadows on his face from the flickering torchlight. “But you don't know what all I've done, and I can't change the past. How could you ever love me if I told you?”

“Try me," she said softly, like this was another one of the riddles or puzzles or challenges they always used to make for one another. “What kinds of things did you do?”

She wanted to know. Wanted to find out what he had done, what spectres haunted him.

“Left a trail of red on every island,” he told her. “Traded my friends like they were just objects I could use. Hurt more lives than I can count.”

He continued telling her what he had done, and though it made her stomach turn, she appreciated his honesty. He wasn't sugarcoating his behavior or pretending his dark deeds hadn't happened or weren't his fault. When she had seen him off to war, she had hardly expected him to keep his hands clean. But the war had ended a decade ago, and his journey back to her side had taken another decade and even more bloodshed.

Yes, the world was cruel to drive a man like her husband to commit such atrocities. She could only hope the world would be less cruel for their son. A kind, peaceful world where good men never had to be ruthless to make it home alive…where good men didn't have to leave for war in the first place…if only.

But she was Penelope, Queen of Ithaca, and the scarred, bloodstained, haggard man before her was claiming to be her husband and king. She would leave speculation pertaining to ideal worlds to the philosophers and any actual execution of said ideals to the gods. Penelope of Ithaca for her part would continue to deal with reality.

“And why did you do these things?” she asked, her voice careful and stoic as she paced the room, her expression keeping up the façade of a judge.

“All of it was to bring me back to you,” he said, his voice breaking at the torment he'd been through, at what he still tortured himself with, and her heart broke along with it.

If this was a false Odysseus, he certainly sounded like the real thing.

“If you want nothing to do with me,” he continued, “I understand. Just say the word and I'll be gone forever.” He dared to take a step closer to her. “But if you could find it in yourself to fall in love with me again, not the man I was but the monster I am now, please, tell me.”

He pleaded with her with his entire being. His arms and legs trembled, his eyes begged her, and she could sense how badly he wanted to embrace her.

A part of her wanted to cave completely, to take him in her arms and smother his face with kisses. But she had one more test. One final question to confirm he wasn't an illusion and to make sure he was still her husband deep down. Was he still the same man she had fallen in love with all those years ago, or had the years changed him too much like he seemed to think?

She suspected he needed this test as much as she did.

“If that's true,” she said at last, “if you really have done those things and you really are a monster like you say, could you do me a favor? Just a moment of labor that would bring me some peace.”

She gestured to their bed, to where they had spent so many lovely evenings together and where she had spent countless more agonizing nights alone. “See that wedding bed? Could you carry it over? Lift it high on your shoulders and take it far away from here.”

It was a trick question, one only Odysseus would know the answer to.

His face twisted in pain. “How could you say this? I built that wedding bed with my blood and sweat. I carved it into the olive tree where we first met. It's a symbol of our everlasting love.” His voice got louder and angrier, and it was clear he was wounded deeply by her request. “Do you realize what you’ve just asked me? The only way to move it is to cut it from its roots.”

His unspoken meaning lingered in the air. He didn't want to destroy the symbol of their love or the reality behind it any more than she did. And that meant he was still her husband, despite what he might think.

She couldn't test him any longer. She smiled as tears filled her eyes. “Only my husband knew that, so I guess that makes him you.”

His eyes widened. “Penelope…” So much meaning and emotion behind a single word. Twenty years worth of longing and waiting. Oh how she had wanted for him to say her name again. To hear his voice once more.

She cupped his cheek, and he melted into her touch, the tears streaming down his face. “I will fall in love with you over and over again,” she promised him through her own tears. “I don't care how, where, or when. No matter how long it's been, you're mine.” She stroked the faded scar on his cheek that he'd gotten from that boar hunt all those years ago. “Don't tell me you're not the same person. You're always my husband, and I've been waiting for you.”

He threw his arms around her, holding her close like his life depended on it, saying her name over and over again. He had been through so much to come home, to return to her. There would be consequences for his actions—trials he must endure and people he must face. But they would deal with all that together. And they would do it tomorrow. Tonight, he didn't need lectures or judgments or reckonings.

He needed his wife.

She pulled away a little and searched his face, then leaned closer, closer till her lips brushed against his. His breath caught, and then he was kissing her back with all the desire and passion of the last twenty years spent apart. One hand wove its way into her hair and his other arm wrapped around her waist, and she wrapped her arms around him and pressed herself against him.

He deepened the kiss, and her mind flew back, back to all the times they had done this before. To their first kiss under the olive tree that was now their bed. While they were older and more experienced, their eagerness and passion now reminded her of then.

When they finally broke apart, they were both breathless. She very much wanted to continue, but he insisted on cleaning up first. So she sent the servants to fetch water and heat rocks for the bath. When everything was ready, she glanced at Odysseus.

He still hadn't removed his bloody rags, and he stared at the water with fear in his eyes.

He’d never been afraid of water before. All those years at sea…had he almost drowned?

“Ody?” she gently asked, using his old nickname as she placed a hand on his arm.

“Poseidon has had his revenge after all,” was his cryptic response. “I don't think I'll ever be able to enter a body of water without panicking.” He smiled ruefully. “I can torture a god with his own weapon and slaughter over a hundred men in a single day, but taking a bath is beyond me.”

She glanced at the tub. It really wasn't that big, just large enough for the two of them. Maybe they could start small and he would get used to being in the water again.

“I'll join you,” she said, then carefully unfastened the fibulae holding her peplos in place as he watched. As the garment slipped off her, she had a brief moment of uncertainty and grabbed the fabric. He hadn't seen her in twenty years. Would he still find her aging body beautiful? He’d probably met plenty of stunning mortal women and breathtaking goddesses on his journeys. How could she possibly hope to compare—

He gently grasped her hand and led it away from her body, letting the peplos slip off completely. The way his eyes traveled up and down her body, the hunger and yearning in his gaze, she knew her fears were unfounded.

“You're even more beautiful than I remembered,” he told her, putting her fears to rest for good. He embraced her and kissed her softly, tenderly, and she gently tugged at his rags. Normally, it was the servants’ job to undress and bathe the king, but she wanted to be the one to help him.

When she’d gotten all the rags off at last, she wanted to cry. His scars were even more visible and numerous now. She knew each one carried a story of pain and suffering and survival, and she wanted to know them all.

He misunderstood her expression, shame crawling up his face and driving him to look away from her. She quickly put a stop to that when she kissed the scar on his right shoulder.

“You're more handsome to me than ever, my love. These scars are signs of your survival. Wear them proudly.”

He searched her face and then kissed her again, and they spent quite a while kissing and touching before finally making it to the bath. He braved the water with her by his side, and she carefully cleaned every inch of him. Washed away the blood and the sweat and the grime. Ran her hands through his tangled, matted hair until there were no more snarls or knots. And he carefully washed her too, washed away the fear and sweat and deceit until she felt completely clean.

When they were through, he looked much more like himself again. She wrapped her arms around his neck and was about to kiss him when a bright light flashed. When she could see again, it took her a moment to realize Odysseus was still with her, because her husband quite literally looked like a god. He was taller and stronger than ever before, and his hair graced his broad shoulders in thick dark curls. Going by his expression, she had undergone a similarly miraculous transformation.

Then he smiled, a smile so big and bright it lit up the whole room and made her smile too. “Thank you, oh goddess of wisdom, for your support in my romantic endeavors,” he called out to someone she couldn't see, “but I would've taken my wife to bed all the same.”

He grinned and swept her into his arms, and Penelope could've sworn she heard an owl hooting in return. But soon all thoughts of their divine supporter fled their minds as Odysseus carried her to their wedding bed.

Twenty years of absence could not easily be undone in a single night, but they were willing to try. Especially because the night went on and on and on, almost as if Someone was asking Dawn to wait until husband and wife were fully sated.

When at last they were, Penelope smiled and played with Odysseus’s hair as they cuddled together. His eyes weren't red anymore. They were back to their beautiful, natural brown. A sign that he wasn’t a god or monster but just a man.

“How long has it been?” she asked, knowing her answer but wanting to know his.

He grasped her hand and tenderly kissed it. “Twenty years,” he said softly.

Her lips parted. So he had been faithful after all. She had been faithful too, hoping and waiting and longing for his return.

“Twenty years,” she echoed to confirm his unspoken question.

They told each other everything after that, all that had transpired in each other's absences. Athena must be still helping them at this point because Dawn still hadn't arrived, and yet Penelope somehow had the energy to tell Odysseus everything and listen to his tales in return.

When he was through, he caressed her cheek as the first rays of Dawn spread across the sky.

“I love you,” he said, the words simple but profound. Like he was grateful she knew everything and yet still accepted him.

She smiled and kissed his hand. "I love you too.”

They'd both been through so much. She had worn herself ragged raising their son single-handedly and running the kingdom, and she had lied to the suitors. Odysseus had done such terrible things to make it home, had killed so many people. And yet she knew the man lying next to her wasn't a monster. He had much to atone for, but he was her husband, and he always would be.

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A/N: This story was such a joy to write. A big thank you to @aquariusshadow for introducing me to Epic and reading over the story for me and giving her suggestions, and a big thank you to @scoobysnack1107 as well for also reading and providing feedback ❤️ I love Greek mythology and musicals, so Epic is like the perfect combination of two of my interests that I never knew I needed.

Just a few notes about the writing process: I wanted to incorporate how Odysseus’s eyes turn red in the animatics for the song “Odysseus,” and how they seem a little less red when he reunites with Telemachus and Penelope. Also, all the stuff with Athena being his wingwoman is actually legitimately from the Odyssey (giving him a glow up, delaying dawn for him and Penelope, etc.), which cracked me up. I read the 23rd book before I wrote this story in preparation, and you truly cannot make these things up. Also, the scar from the boar hunt is on Odysseus's foot in the Odyssey, but I moved it to his face for this story. I also went down a research rabbit hole about ancient Greek baths and clothing to make sure those details were more accurate, and that was a fun diversion. And of course I loved including the callbacks to “Just a Man,” incorporating the lyrics of "Would You Fall in Love with Me Again,” and exploring Penelope's mindset more.

I feel really lucky to have gotten into Epic right before the Ithaca Saga released. It's been such a fun journey, or shall we say, Odyssey 😎 Congrats to all the cast and crew for all their hard work! And thank you for reading! I hope you all enjoyed! ❤️

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wukyma · 3 months ago

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yeeop hi, it’s me, the loser who’s writing fanfic for your ghost antinous au! i’ve got some vague and ideas and a decent amount of words done but i saw one of your posts saying you’re writing a document for the au?

i’m thinking i’ll be waiting for that before i make any other big writing decisions, i’m very excited for it :D

Ahhh sorry for the confusion, that was for another thing :'D

Regardless, I do have some ideas for ghost Antinous if you're interested!

(sorry for mentioning but u said u were interested too so @bb-bugspot)

Yappery under the cut 👇

You know that Hermes was also a guide for the dead? One of his "jobs" was bringing souls of mortals to the underworld – the 108 suitors as well, apparently, and whether they were buried appropriately or not doesn't really matter here

What happens? A certain ghosty someone (Antinous) spends the whole day trying to strangle both Odysseus and Telemachus (spoiler: he can't), missing Hermes' arrival to Ithaca like a loser ☆ﾟ⁠.⁠*⁠･⁠｡ﾟ

Hermes bringing a hoard of souls to the underworld: let's see... One, two, three, four... ten......... nah I'm too lazy to do that, bye idiots *flies away*

Now we have Antinous, stuck in the mortal plane where no one can see him, having to watch the happy and thriving family, annoyed, jealous, and alone. Like he deserves tbh

And since I was leaning into comedy in the beginning, Telemachus starting to hear (and later even see; idk maybe Hermes' heritage activated or smth) him is a source of all kinds of moments where he has to act like ✨ everything is fine ✨ while there's an angry dude screaming in his ear "PAY ATTENTION TO ME"

If we sprinkle it with sad vibes then Antinous is pestering Telemachus for two reasons:

he hates him and has nothing better to do anyway

it's the closest thing to human interaction he has now lol

Basically talking to (read: pissing off) Telemachus is the only entertainment, and as time passes he just becomes something of a voice of conscience but diametrically opposed, and by that I mean:

"Who does this prick think he is?! Kick his ass Tele KICK HIS ASS"

"Wow, loser (Peisistratus probably idk) actually likes you, what a moron. You too btw"

Probably the first thing Telemachus sees in the morning too,, poor boy; maybe Antinous even tries to trip him up from time to time (they can't touch each other but small things like these work), invades his personal space, swipes off random objects from their designated surfaces, talks shit during family dinners (Telemachus actually thinks some of it is funny but he won't say that out loud, nuh uh) Penelope and Odysseus are a bit concerned about the strange expressions he makes XD

That dynamic goes on until the moment Antinous says a particularly foul joke and Telemachus slaps him (not really hoping for anything since every time he tried his hand just went through); the hit lands, both are like wtf just happened??? That puts an end to random chaos because (1) Telemachus is older now and will/can beat the shit out of him (2) Antinous just doesn't find the same satisfaction in annoying the prince like before, for some reason

So they just....... come to accept the situation and stick together like the weirdest pair of mismatched socks. END

(one more crumb of comedy material: Antinous now drops random objects on people's heads when they disrespect Telemachus or some similar thing)

That's it! There's one important thing I wanna say tho,, what I wrote is just my vision, if you had something else in mind and it doesn't align with this don't worry too much!! I want to know your ideas as well, and honestly, there wasn't a lot of thought put in cooking up an actual plot on my side; write whatever you feel like writing, I'm already happy those sketches inspired somebody X)

(And! Guys!! A bit of disclaimer: it's not like I'm sticking fingers in ears and going lalalalalala when it comes to Antinous' canon jerk behavior, or justify him – this whole au retains ✨funsies rights✨, don't take it too seriously please)

#epic the musical #epic the musical au #antinous #epic antinous #telemachus #epic telemachus

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pietratoons · 3 months ago

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I just ended the Ithaca's Saga Premiere

It was A LOT OF FEELINGS

I don't know what to say. I love this musical with every part of my heart. The crew/cast is amazing. They all made an incredible job. I love them all

Also, the waiting was worth it. SO WORTH IT. Here, have some moments ✨️✨️✨️ [WITH SPOILERS]

FULL SPEED AHEADDDDDD~~~ (Go Captain Go)

HAND POLITES 🤌🤌🤌🤌🤌

POLYPHEMUS IN REAL LIFE

Everybody is very serious about Polites death at this point

HERMES TIME YESSSS ✨️✨️ Also, have his wand that I crafted (very proud of this one) and my silly Hermes cosplay darlinggggg~~~ hihi

GHOST POLITES (this fandom is still traumatized by Polites) 👻

Prophet and Odysseus dancing (I couldn't stop laughing at this for a while KDNDKJSH) 💃🕺

After that, I started to karaoke the songs with my brother, so I have nothing more...

That's a lie, I recorded my reaction to the new songs hehehe

I was screaming

Can't post the vídeo, but this was basically my reactions for the new songs:

The Challenge:

HER VOICE IS SO OMGOMGOMG

Hold them down:

Love Antinous voice and was really scared

BUT THEM THE LAST SECOND I ALMOST HAD A HEART ATTACK OMFG WOOOOOO

Odysseus:

KILL THEM KILL THEM

And what was that??? WAIT TELEMACHUS???????

ATHENA THEME WOOOOOOO

I can't help but wonder:

Already devasted and sr. Jalapeño attacks me with "Show yourself"...

I CRIED LIKE A BABY

Would you fall in love with me again?

My favorite. Aleeady cried for the drafts. This one is my favorite. Omg. It's so beautiful. PENELOPE PART. ODYSSEUS ALMOST BEGGING FOR HER LOVE. THEY TALKING ABOUT IT'S BEEN 20 YEARS. OMG, THE JUST A MAN THEME. I'm bad

ANYWAY

I love this

That was the best Christmas gift for sure

Love you all

I will be on my room crying happily about this saga

Merry Christmas

❤️

@epicthemusicalstuff

#epic the musical #epic the musical troy saga #epic the musical cyclops saga #epic the musical ocean saga #epic the musical circe saga #epic the musical underworld saga #epic the musical thunder saga #epic the musical wisdom saga #epic the musical vengeance saga #epic the musical ithaca saga #jorge rivera herrans #epic the musical spoilers #IM CRYING

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metis-iphigenia · 3 months ago

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As someone who has been a fan of The Odyssey, being inside the Epic: The Musical fandom has been absolutely so amazing. Every Saga that has happened up to the Ithaca Saga was just so,,, great that I can't find words😭😭 Not only that it has been amazing to read other peoples interpretion of the Gods, Myths, Monsters and Heroes alike.

Anyway, I can't get over the Ithaca Saga and how beautiful every song sounds. So have some of my favourite moments in this Saga.

1- The Challenge

In the past Sagas, I have already been too in love with the violin playing whenever Penelope was mentioned etc, not only that I already knew the singer of Penelope had an amazing voice. BUT OH MY LOVE DID THE VOICE CAUGHT ME OFF GUARD./pos

Sirens are real guys and she is one of them(real information)

I don't have a significant favourite part in this song because honestly Anna Lea's voice is so captivating that the entire song passes in a very fun way. Just a very beautiful, sorrowful song overall.

2- Hold Them Down

I already knew this song from the snippets released before but hearing it from Ayron's voice was a whole different experience. He was SO good. Again, the whole song was amazing.

"Can't you guys see we're being played? This is how they hold us down while the throne gets colder. Hold us down while we slowly age. Hold us down while the boy gets bolder. Where in the hell is our pride and our rage?"

One of my favourite moments in this song was this probably. While listening, I actually got the feeling that the suitors were fed up from waiting for Penelope to choose a king. I think Ayron did a wonderful job in not only singing a villainous song but also making us feel how entitled the suitors are actually are.

I especially loved the moment where Antinous gets hit with an arrow by Odysseus and him encouraging the others about their plan is cut off. I will admit, I did audibly laughed at that.

3- Odysseus

I literally can't think of words to describe the emotions I was feeling while listening to this song. I think this is my favourite song alongside of "Would You Fall in Love with Me Again".

The electric guitar playing in the start, again the symbol of him becoming a monster and leaving his humanity(the acoustic guitar) MAN I LOVED THIS SONG.

Him aiming for the torches just like Scylla has done was a great add to that too. Bunch of people has already pointed out this before but it can never be too many amiright? But yeah he really is using every trick in his domain just like Hermes told him to and I love it.

"Somewhere in the shadows lurks an agile, deadly foe..."

(...)

"He's using the darkness to hide his approaches!"

The image of Odysseus as Batman popped up in my head after these lines and I can't get it out😭(That au would be so amazing though, especially Talia as Penelope and Damian as Telemachus.)

"You don't think I know my own palace? I built it."

I was already smiling during this whole song and I screamed when he said this. like okay king you go slay I am right behind you

"Old king, our leader is dead. You've destroyed the serpent's head, now the rest of us are no longer a threat.

Old king, forgive us instead, so that no more blood is shed. Let's have open arms instead."

Well It is not a Saga if it doesn't have an "open arms" comeback I guess. Though I did cackle when Odysseus said "No" and killed the guy.

Honestly, deserved. I might be remembering it wrong but I think Eurymachus also asks for forgiveness in The Odyssey? Really glad Odysseus didn't grant it in The Odyssey and in The Epic because from what I remember in The Odyssey, Eurymachus was Antinous' right-hand man and just as bad as him. (Correct me if I am wrong please, It has been a while since the last time I read The Odyssey)

I have no idea who sings Eurymachus in Epic but this whole part was just enough for me to want to learn who it is.

TELEMACHUS' PART! Mico's voice is already beautiful to listen to and it became way more beautiful with the backround music. His own theme music, violin symbolising all that he has learned from his mother. Those sounds just went really well against eachother in my opinion.

"Brothers, we have company, and he's made a grave mistake."

The way this guy sang the sentence, especially "grave mistake" was so satisfying. Absolutely so satisfying I love it.

Also, I heard somewhere that the "Odysseus" repeating in the backround was how the name was pronounced and I love that detail. I loved whenever his name was said in the backround and it is also very interesting how every monsters song is named after them, just like this song.

The screams of the suitors after the whole slaughter is over was a really nice touch, I love it when Jorge adds screams into his songs.

The speech Odysseus gives is also worth to mention.

Mercy? Mercy? My mercy has long since drowned, It died to bring me home. And as long as you're around, my family's fate is left unknown.

You plotted to kill my son, you planned to rape my wife! All of you are going to die!

I also love how it doesn't beat it around the bush about what the suitors were planning to do to Penelope. It should be said as it is, they were planning to rape her which is so vile and awful. Which what made their deaths so satisfying exactly.

Overall, Odysseus was an amazing song. So amazing that I will be going insane about it to my friends for the next 2 months probably.

4- I Can't Help but Wonder

I was crying by the end of this song. Seeing them FINALLY reunite was so 😭😭😭 ALSO THEIR HUG. ☹️☹️☹️/pos

Oh my son, look how much you've grown. Oh my boy, the sweetest joy I've known. Twenty years ago I held you in my arms, how time has flown.

Used to say I'd make the storm clouds cry for you, used to say I'd capture wind and sky for you. Held you in my arms prepared to die for you, oh how times has flown.

Hi, so this should be illegal! All I want to say about this song is how emotional and beautiful it was. And I love how it reminded me of "Dear Theodosia" in Hamilton.

THE WARRIOR OF THE MIND COMEBACK. DEAD AND BURIED. I am not well after that ☹️☹️ Also Odysseus putting everything behind for his family,,, falls to knees with my hands ripping my hair... I am so happy for them.

5- Would You Fall in Love with Me Again?

Finally, we are onto the song that made me shit tears. The OdyPen reunion we all were waiting for just like they were.

THE VIOLIN IN THE START. It is so beautiful just like Penelope, I can't get over it.

Again, Anna Lea's voice make me want to just drop everything I have and listen to it until I start to lose the ability to hear. It is so amazing.

Love how whenever someone uses the word "Waiting" in the song, Its volume and impact raises more than the last one. I especially loved Penelope ending it with "for you." saying that it was him she was waiting for, not love itself because to her, he is her love. I don' know if that made sense but hope I was able to explain it.

The part where Penelope asks Odysseus to carry their wedding bed away from here was such a beautiful moment becasue Anna Lea just sang it very beautifully(as she does as always) It was so emotional and so beautiful.

How could you say this?

I had built that wedding bed with my blood and sweat, carved it into the olive tree where we first met. A symbol of my love everlasting...

Do you realize what you have asked me? The only way to move it is to it cut from its roots!

I just find their Tree Bed very sweet that is all. And a lot of people have pointed out how in The Odyssey, Penelope asked her husband this to prove to herself that this is her husband, while in Epic she asked this to prove to him that he is her husband. I find that change very sweet.

I will fall in love with you over and over again. I don’t care how, where, or when, no matter how long it’s been you're mine.

Don’t tell me you’re not the same person! You’re always my husband and I’ve been waiting, waiting.

The emotion in her voice OHHHH I AM NOT SURVIVING THIS SAGA.

Never getting over the fact that Epic The Musical ended with Odysseus and Penelope saying "I love you." to eachother. NEVER.

There are so much more things I want to say about this banger of a Saga. But for now, I will just congratulate them all on their beautiful voices(EVERY single person who sang in this musical has amazing voice, counting other Sagas too. Holy damn, y'all are amazing.)

The fandom has been an AWESOME one to be in too! Everyone is such amazing people and not only that all of you are very talented. So congratulations to every and each one of you who have done fanarts, fanfictions, animations, fan songs, analysis and so so much more about the Musical, all of you are amazing. <33

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