#Telemachus x your fucking mother

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THE BLOOD WE SHED

Work rating: Explicit Chapter rating: yall all good

<<<<Synopsis: Telemarket and Lyra/you are childhood best friends navigating life with the suitors.

Both of you discover your sick fantasies of killing the suitors and uhhh *reveling in it* while covered in blood are shared.

However, you hardly have time to process this fact before a unfathomable storm reaches the coast of Ithaca... wait is that man on fucking raft fighting the god of the sea? Hello??

Anyway they fuck on Antinous' corpse.

!!THERE WILL BE ODY X PENELOPE REUNION SMUT!!

Originally on my ao3. I update on there faster>>>>

CHAPTER 2: REALIZATION

Inside my small home, jars of herbs and spices are illuminated but the light outside. The setting sun casts a golden glow through the windows. I admire the warmth of it for a moment before laying down on my bed.

“You tired?” Telemachus asks from where he’s sitting next to me.

I turn my head so I can look up at him, “Yeah, long day in the vineyard, nothing too bad…”

I hesitate, my face contorted with annoyance,

“…though I do get the feeling someone may have snuck in and taken some heaping baskets of the grapes.” I grit my teeth. “Hell I wouldn’t be surprised if it was one of antinous’ little friends. Those weasels have been branching out lately.”

His brows furrow, “Somehow that wouldn’t surprise me.” He runs his hand into his hair holding it there.

“Gods, they’re getting worse every day, it’s not even just the palace they’re ransacking. They’re beginning to run this side of the kingdom as if they’ve already claimed my father’s crown, the entitled fucks…”

He grows more and more pissed off with every word. He pauses for a moment recall all the shit they’ve been giving him.

“You what Antinous told me today? He held my face in the mud— but not for long though you should’ve seen the move I pulled to get up and strike him—“ his eyes glint with passion and pride, before he falters back to what he was saying,

“…yeah... But anyways— He had the audacity to tell me the second ‘he becomes king’ he’ll see to it that I’m killed,” he scoffs, “As if that’ll ever happen.” He says teetering on seething now.

I think about my response for a moment, trying to find the right words to keep him from (in true Telemachus fashion) working himself up too much. I settle for a joke—well, a half joke.

“Why don’t we just killed them??”

“Gods How I’d love to!” he chuckles, laying down beside me.

“No but realy imagine it for a second. How cathartic it’d be to just…paint the palace red and stand over all the dead suitors' bodies?”

There’s a moment of silence where I worry I may have suggested maybe just a little too imagery for sweet boy, gods bless him. Then he turns to lay on his side to look at me,

“Zeus Lyra that’s one way to start a conversation!” he laughs.

I chuckle a bit relieved.

“No but— is it so wrong to think about…? With the way they talk about your mother? And the female servants of the castle? And the threats they’ve made; the things they’ve already done to YOU? To me justified is an understatement.”

I think about all the fantasies I’ve had, some a bit more uh… *provocative* than others…

“…I’ve definitely thought about it more than once…” Telemachus admits, with a hint of guilt and…. something else hidden in his voice.

“Good. Because I definitely have.” I say matter of factly.

He raises an eyebrow. “Is that so?”

“you think I haven’t?” I smile widely, “you underestimate me, Little Wolf”

He’s fully invested now.

“Well don’t leave me hanging! What exactly happens in these fantasies of yours?”

Hmmmm.. a very interesting question… I know my thoughts may be gruesome and detailed but gods know those sick fucks deserve it. I’ve patched far too many wounds and heard too many sinister whispers to not wonder how amazing it’d feel to put an end to it all.

“Well, the main feature is you and I standing in the great hall, strewn with bodies, leaving Antinous for last, and giving him the worse fate of the lot.”

His ears perk up, excitement in his voice,

“Yeah? Like how?”

“Hehe first you gotta tell me yours~”

“That’s not fucking fair, you started a thought you should finish it!”

“And I will! Once you tell me yours!”

He rolls his eyes playfully and looks up at the ceiling, letting the hypotheticals play out.

“I imagine pretty much the same thing, but the daydreams change sometimes for which one of us deals the final blow on that bastard.”

“Yeah?” I say with eyebrows shooting up

“How do we do it?”

A smile tugs at his lips for a moment as he indulges himself in the idea, “Well, sometimes it’s as simple as you holding him down while I drive a sword through his chest… other times it’s you bringing down an axe to his neck while he’s been knocked down”

My eyes widen slightly at the thought. I definitely don’t hate it….

“Hold shit I’d exude aura!” I burst out laughing.

He chuckles, returning my amusement,

“You covered in the blood of our enemies while you stand over that bastard would be fucking AMAZING.”

“You think so?” I say laying back on the bed and smiling at the ceiling.

“You’d look incredible, like a goddamn bloodied goddess of war” he chuckles almost to himself.

I note the undertone of the comment but push it aside—there’s a brief silence before he breaks it,

“Okay now yours, spill.”

I laugh softly,

“I fear we’ve managed to just about match each other on this one…. You want details?”

“Lyra. DUH.”

“Shut the fuck up nerd!” I punch his arm, he feigns looking like a hurt puppy.

“Well… one by one we take them out, baiting them to different parts of the castle, in groups or individually until we dwindle their numbers in the great hall. Then we lock the doors and strike with some kind of impossible strength and divine protection… carving a path until Antinous is the last one standing. And of course like you said, it switches up who takes the final blow; gods is it a sight for sore eyes… At the end of it we’d stand over the bodies, heavy breathing and covered in blood and just…”

…I bite my tongue and cut the fantasy short.

“—Revel in it.” I finish.

“Heh. I can almost see it… I’d feel like a god and you’d look fucking amazing covered in blood.”

I look at him from the side. That’s two strikes now. I wonder if he’s trying to allude to something…

“Yeah?” I ask with a quirked eyebrow.

“Yeah…—”

Just then, my mothers soft steps enter the house, Interrupting my train of thought.

“Mom!” I say sitting up, followed by Telemachus.

“Where've you been? It’s dark out—”

My mother gives me a playful look, “I visited the market if you must concern yourself~ Hello, Telemachus” she greets him patting his arm and letting down a basket of food.

“Mother!” He greets my mom, beaming. With how long he’s known us and with the amount of time he’s spent in our home over the years, she’s basically a second mother to him. And she cares for him as if he’s the son she never had.

“Shall I make a place for you at the table?”

He grins widely. My mother puts such care into anything she makes. It’s a million times better than what the cooks back at the palace make, and he’d take home cooked over anything else. Any day.

“If you don’t mind— I’ve definitely missed dinner back at home…” he says knowing he’d lost track of time, but he knows Penelope will know where he’s run off to.

“You know you’re always welcome at our table~” She return his smile, “I’m going to tend to the garden, I’ll be back shortly.” My mother leaves us alone to go gather herbs and care for the plants outside. The many shades of greens leaves and colored flowers await her.

“What were we saying?” He asks crossing his legs so he faces me where he sits on the bed.

“I don’t remember…”

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AUTHORS NOTE: what the fuck is up with this clunky ass funky ass editing on here 💀 I can’t select shit and if I press enter half the time it deletes everything wtf diva

NEXT CHAPTER HAS SMUT✨✨✨ it’ll be less thorough and carved out + also way less long as compared to the real smutty shit I’ll get into. BUT it’s still good shit~ All those chapters will have warnings at the beginning!

[uselessmoonlight]

Stranger part 11

Reader is Telemachus' friend, and when he leaves for his "diplomatic mission" he asks her to watch over his mother.

Later, once the king has returned, she stumbles upon an injured Poseidon.

Previous / series masterlist / character sheet / next

Content specs: she/her pronouns used, afab reader, Platonic! Telemachus x reader, Epic!Poseidon x reader, possible OOC!Poseidon, Polites’ daughter! Reader, unrequited love, blood, fighting, nudity, illusion, possibly more?, trying to avoid using y/n, slowburn, suggestive themes, English is not my first language, sorry if it's too much exposition, it's my first fic.

Ónoma literally means name in Greek, at least according to google translate. View this as the y/n of this fic.

“You know what, I wasn’t gonna go into town today, but I need to cool off. I’ll see you in a bit.” Peach exclaimed, still shocked at the man’s audacity.

“Did I get you that hot and bothered? Wait you’re really going to leave me here? At least get me inside!” He demanded, but Ónoma only kept walking. “Please?” He called out in desperation. “Oh, come on I said please didn’t I?"

“Wretched woman. Can’t even have any fun around here.” He grumbled. He could crawl back to the house, but he was too proud for that. He could remain seated here, but he’d be vulnerable, for as far as a God could be. He could try and stand, but he’d probably only injure himself more. Poseidon groaned, what had he gotten himself into? Maybe she’d treat him better if she knew he was a God, but then again, he was injured.

Of course, Agathe had to be the one to open the door. Peach really wasn’t in the mood to interact with the priestess, but Agathe seemed to sense as much and called for her younger sister. Irene was bathing, so she’d have to wait a bit. As she sat at the table with Agathe, she could only think about the comment.

The comment was bold and demeaning, but she also couldn’t help but feel flattered. The man in question was exceedingly beautiful, but he was still a man. Men would fuck a rock if it had a hole, stop it. She cursed herself.

“You seem a bit flustered, I don’t think it’s because of me, but if it is.” Agathe inhaled, then continued. “I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable, it mustn’t  be nice to be in a position where you’d have to stop a person from doing that. I’ve spoken with and apologised to Arete, if it makes you feel any better, and I’m extremely grateful for your discretion about the situation. I feel so ashamed of what I could’ve done.” She rambled.

“Agathe, you stopped the moment I stepped in. Sure, you should’ve stopped when she told you to, but maybe you didn’t hear her. I’m giving you the benefit of the doubt and you’ve showed remorse. I’m not upset with you, anymore, it’s something else. Don’t worry, alright.”

“I know we’ve never really been friends, but my sister cares about you, so by extension, I care about you. At least a little bit. I’m here if you ever need to talk.”

“Thank you, Agathe. The same goes for you, though now is not really good time, but if it’s something urgent-”

“Thank you.” Agathe interrupted, giving her an understanding nod. “You’ve got your own things to worry about right now.” She smiled softly at the younger girl.

“So, what did you want to talk about?” Irene questioned her friend.

“I needed to clear my head, walk with me?”

“And you came to me, instead of Telemachus? I’m honoured, you usually go to him with your dilemmas. Wait, is it about him?” Irene interrogated.

“No, it’s not about Tele, and I talk to you about plenty of stuff, he’s just a bit more serious than you are.”

“That’s putting it lightly.” Her friend snorted. “I shouldn’t laugh, I’m sure if I had to grow up around those pigs I’d be the same.”

“You’d probably be ogling them, Renebug.”

“You offend me, I’d never go for such dogs.” Irene said in mock offense. “No, you’re right I’d definitely appreciate looking at some of them. From afar! I wouldn’t dare go near them. It’s such a pity when the handsome ones are so…” She paused.

“Misogynistic? Beastly? Repulsive, personality wise? Abrasive? Arrogant?- ” Ónoma listed.

“All of the above?” Irene suggested. The two giggled at their own antics.

“This is exactly what I meant, by the way.”

“Yeah, I’m way less serious, I get it. So, what did you want to talk about, if it wasn’t your other half?”

“There’s this man-”

“By the Gods! You? Thinking about a man? I never thought I’d live to see the day!” Irene exclaimed, pretending to faint in her friends arms. “Fan me, Peach, I think I’m in shock.”

“Gods Irene, get up.” Ónoma giggled, pushing her dramatic friend away. “You don’t even know what I want to say.” She sputtered out between laughter.

“Well go on then, I want to know everything. Is he handsome?”

“Ethereal, but it doesn’t matter, he’s a pain in my ass, that’s what he is.” Irene was taken aback, she’d never heard her friend describe a man as attractive, much less ethereal. She’d have to see it for herself one day.

“I found him, stranded on the beach, more injury than man. I’ve been taking care of him, but he’s… He’s like if the suitors were all bark no bite.” Irene’s eyes widened.

“He’s that bad, huh? Maybe you can get your little prince to kick him out.” Irene calling her friend that did not offend her. Perhaps she was biased, though not unfounded, or perhaps the context and the tone mattered. Irene hadn’t meant for it to be derogatory, she actually got along nicely with the prince, not that their paths crossed often.

“I wouldn’t want him to piss off Zeus, from what the king told me they don’t have a great track record with him.”

“Wait, hold on, you spoke with the king? When was this?” Irene exclaimed.

“I had dinner at the palace yesterday, as a thank you for protecting Queen Penelope. Don’t think it earned me any favour with the royals, if anything it did the opposite. I don’t really want to talk about it.” While Irene was a massive gossip, she knew that she could trust her with this. Her friend would never share the secrets Ónoma told her.

“I could come by, then we could be so annoying that he’d want to leave without kicking him out.”

“I’ll keep that in mind, thank you.” Peach laughed. “No, I’d feel bad about him leaving before he’s healed properly.”

“Ever the saint.” Irene rolled her eyes, smiling. Then in a more serious tone she continued. “Your mother would be proud. She taught you well, you could still become a healer if all of your ‘helping out’ ever gets to be too much.”

“I’ve been considering it more and more recently, but I’m not ready to step away from everything else just yet.” Ónoma muttered, softly.

When Ónoma returned to her house, she was a lot calmer, that was until she saw Perikles. The man had gotten halfway to her house by pushing the mat he was sat on through the sand with his legs, but had seemingly given up. Now, he sat in the middle of the sand, glaring at the girl who was doubled over in laughter. The construction workers had finished up and had already left. She imagined he’d waited for them to leave, before he attempted to do whatever it is he did.

“Alright, let’s get you inside.” Peach said, still snickering. The man was still glaring at her, but didn’t protest as she helped him up.

Next.

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A Light In The Dark | Telemachus x reader|

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Chapter Thirteen ~Reconciliation~

The covers are torn away with a harsh yank and you stumble off the bed onto the floor with a thud. You sit up glaring while you check who it is.

“I’m not letting you waste away all day.” You scoff, rubbing your head from the hangover, impacting your senses right now. “You look like you got hit by a carriage and then dropped off a balcony.” His sharp gaze looks you over, and you shrug. 

“I thought that was a look you enjoyed.” You bite back, pulling yourself to your feet. He raises a brow.

“Watch it. I’m not doing this to be nice.” He snarls, holding himself tall.

“Yeah, yeah, I know. You’re practically rubbing it in my brother’s face. A giant win over him.” Tossed around like a prize, a thing to be held onto. You sit at your desk running a brush through your hair to try to run the knots out of your hair. “I didn’t stay to watch the fight. Who won?”

Antinous leans against the wall, staring you down. “Do you have to ask that?” He snarls. “You missed the satisfying squeal. He yelps like a woman. Honestly, you and him have that in common.”

“You know, he has a scar on his face that he covers with makeup. It’s an insecurity of his.” Everything is a transaction, every comment, every word. If you’re not fucking him, then you owe him something else. Honestly, you don’t have the energy to even offer yourself right now. 

Antinous smirks, adjusting his posture slightly. “Oh? Does he now?” You nod, pulling your hair back from your face. “Scars should be a man’s pride. Any idea why he hides it?”

“Father gave it to him. It was just before we came to the palace. Apparently, he got a woman knocked up. She never had the kid apparently, but father was still livid about it. That was the first and last time I ratted him out to our parents. He’d said something about my mother and I flipped out as any child would. He got father’s hand, cut by a ring pretty deeply.” You shrug at the information spilling from your lips. “He’s got another on his upper left shoulder from me. The first time I met him, I tossed a pot at him, missed, but jabbed him with a shard…”

Antinous raises a brow, walking closer until his shadows cast over you. “You always gave off the impression you were always his little partner in crime. You were a violent kid?”

“Oh, I was a nightmare… It’s why I got into trouble so often with his mother. Besides being living proof of her husband’s infidelity, I was constantly being difficult. For the first year being there I was loud and aggressive… I mean they took me from my mother… Wasn’t till they found out she was dead and told me that I started falling in line, turning to Eury… He was patient with me… Gentle, he never yelled, spoiled me with attention nobody else would give me.” You set the brush down and work on dotting your skin with makeup.

Antinous snorts, running a hand through his hair. “You continue to be entertaining.” 

You shadow Antinous most of the day, avoiding suitors and your brother. You can’t wholly avoid him, given he seems intent on trying to fix things. He’s a perfectionist. If you’re out of place, things are perfect. His control on you fell, and now he’s panicked, obsessing over the loose thread.

When your eyes catch Eurymachus slipping from the main hall with a woman, you disappear the opposite way. You find the secret little place you would usually hang around with Telemachus and fall onto your back.

You stare at the sky, letting your eyes drift shut for a moment. You find your muscles relaxing, the tension leaving your body… It feels… Nice. You take a deep breath and then another. This spot is safe, far away from the chaos and confusion of the palace. You’d been stuck in a cycle of fight or flight for days, but right now… You’ve never felt so free.

It’s not hard to fall asleep…

You jolt awake to the feeling of hands slightly shaking your shoulders. You don’t recall what you had been dreaming of, but your heart is racing and your cheeks feel wet with tears. Shaking your head, you clear the sleep from your eyes and look to see who woke you.

Besides you, worry knit across his face is none other than the prince. You open your mouth to speak before snapping it shut. He backs away, staring at you.

The silence speaks volumes about how far apart you two had grown in just a week. “Nightmare?” Telemachus fidgets, speaking his first word to you in weeks.

You shrug, pulling your knees to your chest. “Probably.” You stare at his heart racing. This is the most you’ve said to each other since he said he needed time.

“I’m sorry for overreacting…” Telemachus fidgets, his hands rubbing together as he kneels on the grass. His eyes don’t reach to look at you.

“I…” you trail off, trying to find the right words. “I don’t think you owe me an apology. I hurt you.” You pluck grass from the ground and play with it between your fingers.

Telemachus nods, “you did… But there were… Situational reasons and… I think I know what you meant. What you said before, about having fallen for real.” His cheeks flushed slightly.

Nodding, you shift closer. “I did… You shine like a star in my eyes.”

He flushes, raising his eyes to meet yours. “I can say the same… When you smile, nothing makes me happier.” He moves closer to you and holds out his hand.

You take it and use it to pull yourself closer to him and him closer to you. “I’m sorry… I’m sorry for lying, for deceiving you when you cared about me. I’m sorry for not believing you, for trusting you about Eurymachus… I’m… Sorry.” A fresh river of tears runs down your cheeks as you bury your face into the crook of his neck.

He stiffens before relaxing and wrapping his arms around you. “It’s okay. Really, it’s okay. He was all you had until now. I don’t blame you Y/n. I just hope we can be honest with each other from now on.” You nod, sniffling and crying.

He’s not sure what to do, so he just lets you sob like that while holding you. “I thought you hated me…”

“What? I… I was just processing things. I could never hate you! I… I like you too much for that!” Telemachus squeaks out his response to your sobs.

You nod, pulling back. He wipes away your tears and leans in, kissing you on the cheek. You flush and smile.

This is right… This is nice… There’s no fear of overstepping, no fear of falling in love. You can embrace him.

You’d already been learning to fly, but the moment clips your wings. His hands gently take away the cage you’d been placed in for years. Without him, you’d still be clinging to Eurymachus, desperate for attention and love. 

You know he loves you, so you don’t feel the desperate craving to prove it. You don’t feel that transactional feeling nor have that sort of mindset. Sometimes people are just genuinely kind people.

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Chapter 14 Click here

[leynaeithnea]

I didnt get an ask for this BUT WE'RE BACK

my Wisdom saga reaction/analysis!!!!!

26. Legendary

TELEMACHUS MY BOYYYY

THE MELODY AT THE BEGINNING OF LEGENDARY IS SO COOL

the instruments aaah, lowkey obssessed

"its jus tme myself and i" perimedes would like u

"living in this world you left behind".........this song makes oyu think so much about what life has been in Ithica in those years since Odysseus had to leave, he was loved, he is *King*, AH

"dreaming of all these monster, that ill never to get to fight" better this way, u dont wanna end up like your daddy

"but boy i wish i could so i could bring the world some light" BABY BOY

"Cause I'm stuck with your stories, but no clue who you are And no idea if you're dead or just too far" his mother wouldve told him so many stories :aniTears:

"Somebody tell me, come and give me a sign if I fight those monsters, is it you I'll find?" PLS HE jusT WANTS TO FIND HIS DAD GIVE THIS MAN HIS FATHER

"If so, then give me sirens and a cyclops Give me giants and a hydra" hes just naming every monster he can think of of the myths he grew up with

"I know life and fate are scary but I wanna be legendary" U GO BOY; I LOVE YOU, also such a mood

"I'll fight the harpies and chimeras, the Minotaur, even Cerberus I know life and fate are scary but I wanna be l-l-l-l-legendary"....yea same like the two parts before, any monster he can think of, he gotta be one of us kids who read a lot

THEN The droppp in his voice, HE SOUNDS SO SCARED

"There are strangers in our halls" That must be TERRIFYING, just imagine that, dozens of men in your home just prying on your mother and youre too young to do anything rly

"Trying to win the heart of my mom, but she is standing tall" THAT VOCAL PERFORMANCE, W FOR PENELOPE; GIRLBOSS

"108 old faces of men who call me small" EW; 108 IS SO MANY BRO; SO MANY????? Also "old faces" ISJGSEIGJ "who call me small" boy, i feel so bad for you

"They keep taking space and it's not much longer we can stall" !!!! HES WORKING WITH HIS MOTHER TRYING TO HOLD THEM OFF; AH AAAAH, also fuck them, leave their home alone, god he must feel so unsafe in his own home :screams:

"'Cause they're getting impatient, dangerous too" oh no :( so scared lil boy

"And I would fight them if I was half as strong as you" HE LOOKS UP TO HIM SO MUCH AH

"Somebody help me, come and give me the strength Can I do whatever it takes to keep my mom safe?" HES ALSO A MOMMY BOY; AND HONESTLY GOOD FOR HIM; STAND BY HER SIDE; U GO BOY, 🥹

Chrous SLAPs

"Where is he? Where is the man who'll have you to wife? " bitch stay away (also cut song reference!)

"Where is he? Where is the man with whom you'll spend your life?" HE IS ON His WAY HOme SO STAY THE FUCK AWAYYYYYYYY ARGG ILL FIGHT U

"Cause it's been 20 years, 20 years" 20 FUCKING YEARS??? THATS AS OLD AS I AM (and telemachus for that measure, same age, yay!) BUT BRO IMAGINE WAITING FOR YOUR HUSBAND TO COME HOME FOR 20 YEARS; PENELOPE X ODY OTP; PENELOPE FIGHTING OFF 108 SUITORS FOR 20 YEARS AND ODY FIGHTING OF *GODS* Trying TO TRAP AND USE AND KEEP HIM, THEY DESERVE EACH OTHER

"And we still have no king" >:) >:) imagine an island without leader for 20 years oh boy h boy, the power vacuum, 108 people who want to take his place

"Give me a chance, a single opportunity and I'll overcome these obstacles and scrutiny and-" HE WANTS TO SO BADLY he juST DOESNT KNOW HOW AND WHEre TO START BC AH, also the music sounds like he just tries to sneak around his palace, to not get caught by the suitors, dodging and on guard, i can just imagine him ducking his head and looking at every corner for smth danger-

"Boy".......that slapped hard, FUCK YOU ANTINOUS (hi perimedes :) )

"When's your tramp of a mother gonna choose a new husband?" FUCK YOU STAY AWAY (the dELIVERY)

"OoooOOoh" we have a new choir! the crew is ded but we have the suitors now hah, ill take it, love me some choir responses

"Why don't you open her room so we can have fun with her?" THE AUDACITY? WHORE FUCKING BASTARD STAY THE FUCK AWAY

"Dont you dare, call my mother a tramp" U GO BOY; TELL HIM (be careful, dont get hurt) THE VOCAL DELIVERY OF THAT LINE IS SO gOOD

"OoooOOoh" chiorr

" I just did, Whatchu gonna do about it, champ?" FUCK OFF ANTINOUS, DONT BE SO SMUG FUCK U

"Somebody tell me, Come and give me a sign, If I fight this monster, Is it you I'll find?" u desrve your dad so much, he'll come home, promise...promise....hold on, be stronk, u got this boy, also "this monster" its none from your stories, no this is real, its worse its right infront of you AH

Sorry for the swearing :") AH I LOVE THIS SONG SO MUCH, ONE OF MY FAVS FOR SURE (...we'll come back after recency bias but i dont think itll change)

EDIT: DANGER MOTIF WHEN ANTINOUNS JOINS IN!!!!! (are there more? im new to this PLS TELL ME)

@lorethebookworm

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A Light In The Dark | Telemachus x reader|

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Chapter Nine ~Consequences~

Chat… I do not recommend reading this if you are easily triggered by violent descriptions of violence or sensitive to detailed rape. This is the like only time I will not go hey TW applies here but be specific on what chapter.

it is about 3k words of detailed pain and suffering. It's mentally fucked over type of shit… There's no comfort no nothing. This chapter is filthy in a dark and morally black way.

I'll be deleting any comments AND blocking any individual that criticizes how messed up this is because trust me, I am aware, I wrote it. Also huge shout-out to the Discord server for some of the messed up suggestions that fed into this chapter.

You start peeling away the covers, sure of your decision. You would get up and catch him on his way back from his nightly walk. You were going to tell Teleamchus everything. Either way you’d be satisfied with the response you get. Though… maybe you’re hoping Telemachus will understand that he won’t push you away.

You smile a bit to yourself as you pull back the covers and set your feet on the floor.

…

…

“What did you look so bright this evening N/n?” Your veins become ise as your smile shatters, eyes dragging to the far corner of your room. “You picked up around the place. It’s been a bit since I sought you out. I thought you’d learned your lesson over the last few weeks.” Hee runs his hand across the desk you use as a vanity. He picks up a few trinkets, a flower crown, a basket, and a wilting flower.

“I-” He chucks the flower crown at your head and you yelp ducking so it hits gainst the wall and falls apart. You don’t understand why your heart hurts, why it twists. That was the one Telemachus made. 

“I feel as if you forget that I have eyes everywhere. That I will hear about things whether you think you’re sneaky or not. Antinous… What were you talking about with him? That’s not the first time you’ve gone to him for something, is it?” He sets the poorly woven basket down as he sits at the desk.

You shake your head. “I… I just wanted to talk to him…” 

“You are such a whore.” Your brother scoffs, shaking his head as he runs his hands over his face. “What am I to do with you? You chose not to come see me today. You’re unusually giddy. Where were you about to head off to at this hour?” He softens his voice and you try to see around what he’s pushing forward. 

To your ears he sounds worried, out of options… like a good brother. Yet something rips into your thoughts. It’s an act. Is it? Is this all an act to him? “I was going to take a walk.” You mumble shrugging. “I… Eury… why do I have to tell you everything? I’m not a little kid. I wanted to talk to Antinous because I just did. I wasn’t going behind your back and helping the competition. You have friends, why can’t I have-” 

You flinch your head swinging to the side from the force of his hand striking your cheek. “When did you start to get so mouthy?” He grabs your chin pulling your head back towards him.

“Do you even care about how I feel?” For a moment you think you catch disgust in his eyes before it’s quickly covered. He drops your chin, snaking his hands from your shoulders to your hands.

Slowly Eurymachus drops onto his knees bringing your hands to his mouth as he covers them. His expression softens, eyes staring at you with hurt. “How could you ask me that?” His voice cracks, his thumbs rubbing against your hands. “I’ve done everything I can for you. I brought you away from my mother. I saved you. I let you come here with me. I keep the others from simply taking you without permission. Do you even know how much I sacrificed to keep you here?” He drops his chin onto your lap, and your heart constricts.

“I… you keep threatening to send me back… you keep hurting me.” You try to pull your hands away but he tightens his grip.

“If I can’t keep you here, protected and obedient then you would need to go back. I can’t keep you with me forever N/n. It’s impossible. I pulled strings, begged and made deals with my mother to drag you with me. She’d have given you away for a hefty sum.” He looks up at you with tears. Something feels wrong about them, they just don’t sit well with you.

“You have to forgive me if I’m a little rough with you my dear sister. I adore you more than words can express. I understand you think you’re old enough, mature enough, and educated enough in the world but N/n… look at yourself. You’re this fragile, pretty, naive little thing. Without me you’d stray and get hurt. Do you really think that prince loves you? Do you think antinous cares about you like I do? I’m the one who held you while you cried…” Eurymachus sighs and kisses your connected hands.

Your shoulders sink. You take a deep shuddery breath as you open your mouth again. “I… I know. I know that but what if I’m right? Telemachus isn’t hurting me or asking anything of me. He’s not like what I’m used to. He knows the status of my birth but he doesn’t care about Eury. He… he just smiles at me. Antinous talks with me without asking for anything.” You wince as the grip tightens around your hand. Before you can think or even process what’s going on he’s standing and pulls you from the bed to the floor.

Your head hits the floor with a thud and you sit still the force of the impact vibrating through your body. You wince as weight settles on top of your hand pinning you down to the floor. For the first time you squirm heart racing in your chest. He hooks his legs underneath yours then leans forward. “I’m not sure what’s got into you but this isn’t how I taught you to behave yourself. You would be nothing, stuck whoring yourself off in the streets or some man's bitch if I didn’t decide you were worth bringing along.” He hisses the words in your ear as he drags your wrists above you and into one hand. 

He’s practiced and despite your squirming he doesn’t budge. His hand wraps around your neck tightening until your sputters and please drown into the wet noises of your mouth trying to form words. 

With a snarl he contracts the pressure further, he watches your eyes fill with tears as he leans down. “I could do anything I wanted to you. Everything you have is because of me. If being nice isn’t going to put you back where you belong, silent and obedient then you’ve forced my hand. I will make sure that every time you even think about stepping outside your role this memory renders you too afraid to do so.”

Your vision goes blurry, stars fizzing in and out of your vision. Before you can completely pass out you suck in hair as if you’re starved for it. You choke on saliva and your own gasps as you inhale and exhale. Once your gasping subsides and you can form words you push out a stream of apologies. 

He doesn’t react, there’s no change in position, no movement. 

For a while, you wonder if he’ll be lenient and stop this. Instead, he sinks his hand into your hair and then tugs. He grips it with an iron fist tight and painful. You choke on a whimper as he pulls your head back far enough he brings your chest off the floor a little. Then he drops your hair making sure you can’t catch yourself before your nose hits the flooring. She winces at the sick crack you hear, the pain that erupts… the blood that begins to flow down your lips down to your chin. “Eury… stop it, you’re hurting me.”

“That would be the point.” He gets off of you only to flip you on your back. He stares at the blood trickling down your nose and you think, perhaps he regrets it. The slap across your face tells you otherwise. He goes back to choking you again with both hands this time.

You flail pushing at his chest, sobbing. He doesn’t relent until you’re on the verge of passing out. He lets your breath then cuts it off again.

It’s an endless cycle you’re sure is going to cause you some sort of damage in the long run. When stop flailing and lays there taking his rough treatment he grins and sits back. “There we are my sweet sister. It’s much nicer when you shut up and stop struggling.” he wipes the blood off your face then tucks a strand of hair behind your ear. 

His eyes glance to the bed but then back to your limp form on the ground. He must have decided the bed would be too much extra work. “You really brought this onto yourself. You know I hate having to discipline you. I really do, I care far too much about you but gods you crossed a line. I’m not sure I’ve ever been this pissed off at you.” His free hand starts to wander, from tracing the angry red lines around your throat to trailing down to the neckline of your Chiton.

“I'm sorry… I didn’t mean… Eury I’m…” his eyes narrow and you shut your mouth. No amount of pleading will fix this. You crossed him and he’s only dishing back what you had sewn.

He grabs the blade from his belt and places it against your skin. “The more you squirm the worse it is.” he hisses the words into your ear as he drags the blade through the cloth. He’s not cautious, trying to get through it as fast as he possibly can, which means the knife gets caught in clumps of the fabric, which leads to a more aggressive hand. He cuts you several times, each time you flinch with a hiss of pain that only causes his hand to become unsteady and cut you further. When he cuts through everything you’ve got a dashed line, imperfect and dotting blood over your skin, heavier in some places than others.

He stares down at you for a moment before he leans over you and runs his tongue over the line. You squirm arching your back as his saliva mixes with the cuts. “I wish I had salt.” He scoffs as his hands grip your waist pressing into the skin until his nails break it. He can’t seem to decide if he wants you higher or lower… as if he’s debating on what will cause you the most remorse. You already feel horrible, already tried to beg. What more could he want from that? He’s made his point… he’s mad and this isn’t a reward… he’s not singing praises or being gentle with his attention. He’s scolding you, punishing you.

You squirm, uncomfortable and unsure what hurts more, the open wounds from your collar bone to your waist or the fingers digging against your skin. “E-Eury… PLease… I’m sorry…” 

“If you’re sorry you’ll shut up. Clearly you think you can do whatever you want then face no consequences so long as you look cute and apologize.” He scrapes his nails down your hips and thighs. He forcefully shoves your legs apart. His free hand digs into the skin of your thigh drawing blood again.

He uses nothing… 

His fingers, three at once ram inside with no lead in. He doesn’t even let you adjust as he starts to drag them in and out. His fingers thrust slowly but his nails dig into your flesh. He rolls his eyes when you writhe beneath him, on the verge of screaming. 

He grabs your throat with his other hand, as much as he’d adore the screaming he doesn’t need to have this moment ruined by curious ears. You flail, which he finds adorable but comes with consequences, he presses deeper smirks at the warm liquid that begins to coat his fingers that drips out of your cunt. He wonders how long it will take for that to heal. Not his problem, how you feel has never really mattered.

When he catches you blacking out his hand, let's go of your throat and you suck in air choking on your saliva as he begins to speed his fingers up. The faster pace only makes it worse, makes the pain sickening, dizzying even. You sob pleas dropping from your lips. He’s never done this to you before.

As he scrapes against your flesh, tears and brutalizes you his other hand twists and pinches your nipple. His mouth follows to give attention to the other. His teeth pull and nip.

The fact your body manages to twist the pain into a sick display of pleasure makes your stomach twist. You feel sick… the thought of enjoying this in the slightest hurts, screws with you mentally as well. How screwed up do you need to be to still feel pleasure underneath the pain?

You suck in air, hands curled into fists so tightly you draw your own blood on your skin. Your please continue, asking for mercy, asking for him to stop… he ignores your words as flips you over smearing your blood on your skin. He forces you ass up and forces his fingers back into your cunt, opening new wounds, tearing more of you apart. “You really are a whore.” You stare face burning with shame, eyes red and puffy from tears.

You… came… one hand grabs your hair pulling back your head while his other shows you the mess you made on his fingers. He opens and closes his fingers showing the sticky and bloody mess off. He wipes his hand off on your thighs as he starts to fumble with his tunic. “You’re being such a well behaved bitch right now. See, why can’t you just be like this all the time? I bet you’d be enjoying this so much more if this wasn’t meant to be a punishment.” he grabs hold of your hips and slams inside of you.

He rocks into you both with his thrusts and pulling back to meet him all while his grip tightens on your hips. You’re not sure your legs are keeping you up anymore. His grip keeps you where he wants you, pulls you against his thrusts and then away before slamming you right back. He completely pulls out and then bottoms out every time. You sob eyes wide at the pain, the way your hands shake underneath you supporting you.

They rub against the floor slowly, rubbing themselves raw… that pain is hardly noticed, even as your fingers leave streaks of crimson that grow more solid every time you're pushed forward and drawn back. 

You feel something pop or perhaps it’s a crack and yelp. Eurymachus doesn’t so much as pause with concern. Blood you can deal with, the pain is fine but this? “Eury! Please… Eury something…” You dig your fingers into the floor eyes wide as he continues to slam your body against his forward thrusts. You continue to be pleased with him… 

He pulls out flipping you onto your back, his hand fists in your hair, nails dragging against your scalp. He yanks your head forward, holds you down as you choke and gag. He tilts his head back lost in his sick pleasure. Copper consumes your senses, the scent and the taste cause your gag reflex to work overtime… something he seems to be enjoying. 

The salty taste of his load mixes with the taste of your own blood and you choke. He rolls his eyes as he pulls out of your mouth and adjusts himself, standing up. You roll on your side, coughing , eyes dilated in panic. 

He kicks you on the back and you spit a mix of fluids from your mouth sucking in air… You make an attempt to move, to sit up but the smallest shift hurts. There’s not a part of you that doesn’t sting.. That doesn’t feel like you're dying…

Maybe death would be nicer… He kneels down tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. “There there. I think my point’s been made so I’ll leave you to reflect. One of the maids I have wrapped around my finger will be in to clean you up. Consider it sympathy for how far you made me go my precious little sister.” he strokes your tear stained cheek.

You attempt to move several times… attempt to get up or even shift but you sob nearly scream when you so much as shift your legs… you have feelings so nothing’s been irreversibly harmed but still…

You wrap your arms around yourself and sob until the tears refuse to slip out of your eyes. You whine, throat far too raw to scream as somebody takes care to clean you off… doing the bare minimum needed to prevent permanent damage or from making anything obvious. You dissociate trying to ignore the pain as salted water brushes against your wounds. Your eyes find Eurymachus leaning against a wall, a smirk on his lips. You can't bring yourself to react.

You’re not bandaged or even treated with herbs… He doesn’t even let the maid dress you. You're left to lay there bleeding freely on the floor as the maid scrubs the lines your fingers had. 

When the bleeding slows you carelessly roll away from the small pools of blood so they can be scrubbed clean. You cry out every time you are so much as brushed against from the waist to the bottom of your hips. 

Eurymachus is kind enough to slip his hand beneath your knees and then your back to carry you to bed. However he doesn’t set you down, he drops you. You sniffle yelping in this strangled raw sound then stare up at him. “Do you think you’ve learned your lesson?” he cups your cheek in his hand. When you nod he scoffs. “Use your words.”

You try. You open your mouth several times but the most you can get out are scratchy strained words that are impossible to understand. Your eyes water but he seems to accept the attempt. He shoves part of your blanket into your mouth as he presses his hands against your hips and pushes. Despite how raw your throat is you scream legs kicking until the pain stops, halted and soothed. “A minor offset.” He shrugs and kisses your temple. “You should lay your head down and rest. 

You nod curling in on yourself…

So much talking to Telemachus quickly…

Telling him about things should be the last thing on your mind right now but oddly it’s the thing you want most.

This left you more conflicted than before…

He’s gone back to being gentle, he looks regretful… you’d never mean to doubt him but… he looked like he was having the time of his life before… like he was enjoying everything… Chapter 8 Click here

Chapter 10 Clcik here

[the-whispers-of-death]

well... there can always be more than a single odysseus. but the one thing i know for sure: that spot sure as fuck aint going to stone or kali. (unless its an au stone. then i see serial killer!stone being him. but i dont think thats quite right)

i feel like im playing a game of guess with everyone who comes to mind rn, just being like "hmm, would they do X?" and the answer is just always NO. so sigh. </3 no backup odysseus it seems </3

... sylvester did just sloooowly slide out of my brain and drop the penelope title for kali to have. he doesnt want it. like. at all, which is fair hsfkjghsd

... cough cough stone as athena, bharat as zeus, death as ares/hephaestus. those are the only 3 things coming to mind. so. i guess ill drop those for your consideration

charlie would make such a good telemachus. hes such a wet, sad beast who cant fight for shit

FUCK butcher just made another case for why he should be odysseus. he broke a promise to his mother on accident, because he was too busy. missed the funeral too.

anyways this is a disaster of an ask. none of my thoughts are coherent and its just a whirl of "!!!!!" rn lolzies

I was thinking Serial Killer!Stone too for Odysseus, but yeah. It doesn’t work because he doesn’t feel remorse for all the death that surrounds him. I mean, he probably does feel remorse when he’s face-to-face with Kali, but he’s also lowkey like “I had to do what I had to do to get to you.”

Death as Ares/Hephaestus… I’m not against it, but do say more.

I can see Stone being Athena. Mostly because of Athena’s character growth is like similar to Stone’s.

Butcher is just too Odysseus coded.

Kali will in fact happily take the Penelope title from Sylvester. He’s exactly the type of man to wait 20 years for someone and make a last-ditch effort (aka The Challenge) just to give his husband more time.

[fl0ral-ghost]

Ok im re listening it cause of course i am and i newd to rant. Ithica saga spoilers and such bad spelling its illegal and sad. But im notchnsging it have fun happy holidays x

ANTINIOUS'S VOUCE IS MAKING ME FOLD. LIKE. NOT IN A WAY OF IM ATTRACTED TO IT BUT LIKE HOLY CRAP ITS SO POWERFUL and holy fuck. (Then end of thst song had be gagged)

The start of odysseus. Oh my god. Thst new sort of melody is it? Like we havent heard that sort of ryth before and then when i heard the other one start from six hundred strike i had to pause it.

I play the drums and my god the drums have me like flintching which doesn't usually happen. But it id with these songs specifically odysseus. Oh my god i love this so much.

The chnating and hsrmonys in every song have me weeping i love it and the ones in odysseus remind me of the ones in the cyclops saga with polymethus (..?) Hut its changed cliggtly and its spectacular

"Keep your head down hes aiking for the torches" "You dont think i know my pwn palace? I built it." That sort of bit, the one from the clip snippet, atill makes me so exited i lovw it so much oh my god ih my god oh my god (new vical stim unlocked basically)

The part where the suitors say antinious id dead and ask for forgivness and freedom?? The open arms reference??? THE PLAIN ASS NO??? FUCK JORGE WHAT WERE YOU COOKING WITH THIS TASTEA LIKE GOD MY MAN.

The suitors speaking, then the killing sound THEN THE THINGY THING ON THE STRIBGS IT SOUNDED LIKE LEGENDARY I CRIES AHHH

THEN TELEMACHUSSS?! AHHHHHH TELEMACHUS IS HERE AHHHHHH.

"Get off me!" "Hold him down!" AHHHHH IM SOBBINGGGG THEN THE LIKE STRUGGLONG SOUND

"Mercy. MERCY?" It diednto bring me home." YES IT DID BUT OH NY GOD AHHH IM SPEECGLESS AHHH

"My mercys long since drowned" IDK REDERENCING TO POSEIDON AHHHHHHG

"you plotted to kill my son. You planned to r@pe my wife" the powerfulness of his words and his voice here is just unbelievable i actually cant belive it.

THEN THE NOISE AFTER OF THE KILLING AND THE NEXT FEW LINES "YOUVE FILLED MY HEART WITH HSTR ALL OF YOU WHOVE DONE ME WRONG THIS WILL BE YOUR FATE" OH NY GOD

Then the Screaming ok get it jorge get it odysseus..

The strings playing at the start of i xsnt hrlp but wonder and then the whatever instrument it is that plays telemachus's little bings melody thing oh my god im weepong

"Father..?" JORGE STOP, STOP THIS STOP! 😭

FUCK THEN THE ACOUSTIC GUITARS the way they play reminds me of how you might think a parent would play to a child maybe and like oh my god the innocence of it, and the immedient switch in odysseus's voice "son..?: he sounds likes hes about to break down sobbing join the rest of us ody weve been sobbing since the first song.

Telemachus's voice my god and the lyrics really show how juch telemachus has quite literally begged to just be like his dad and hes looked up to him even if theyve never even met at a point in telemachus's life that he would remmber

Moment ody started to duet paring to thst lyrics his lwn refelction of it i mean? Yeah, im bawling, rear gods. The grntlness in jis voice a compellte contrast to his recent singing psrts in other songs

"The strength you hold within" thst made me cry. And telemachus i bet. Cause telemachus thought he was weak and wanted to have his dads strength. And then not only finally meeting his dad but then hearing him call telemachus strong, thsts emotional vunerabilty i say.

"My son im finally home!" AHHHHHHHHH

I EANTED TO WRITE ABT THE NW T LYRICS BUT THEN EHEN RHEY HARMONISE TOGETHER AHHH FUCK OFFF ASHHGG

"Go...tell your mother im home...ill be there in a moment" my mind can no longer peice together words im juet inagining telemachus cry as he runs to penelope with a smile.

Then theres those funny drags aND AS SOON AS I HEARD THE SHOE YOURSELF I STARTED ABSULUTLY BEATONG THE CRAP OUT OR NY PILLOW AHHHH.

Then athenas riff plays (i think thats whatnit is) "you were never one for hello's..." THEN ATHENAS VOICE FUCK FUCK FUCK AND THE WAY SHES EMPATHY, AND THE FACT THAT SHE FEELS GUILTY AND LIKE AHHH I DIDNT THINK WE WERE GETTING A REUNION BUT WE ARE AND FU KKKKJ PLEASE TELL MR THIS THREW OTHER PEOPLE OFF.

"But ive got one endevour, theres a firl i have to see..." "very well..." FIRST OF ALL THST VERY WRLL ID VSRY ATHENA LF HER, AND THEN ODYS BIT BEFORE HE SOUNRS LIKE THEIR STILL TEENAGERS TALKING SBOUT HOW THEIR FALLING IN LOVE AND HE HAS TO HAVE THIS GIRL OH GOD OH GOD WEEPONG WEEPING AHHHHH.

"Father...she waiting for you..."

Ok the way he sings penelope and like oh my god and the way theninstruments gst mkre intense oh god i love it "AND THEN THE DOOR OPENING FUCKING IM IN SUSPENCE"

Is it you...have my prayers been awnsered... JUST ALL OF PENELOPES VOICE, ALL HER LYRICS FU K AND THE WAY SHE TALLS ABT HIS CHNAGES FUCKKKKKK .

THEN WHEN HE SAYS THST HES NOT WHO HE USED TO BE AND HE SOUDNS SO GUILT RIDDEN AND SCARED HES JUST A WET FUCKING CST

What kinds of things did you do..?

THEN HE DESCRIBES KT "TRAIDES FRIENDS LILW OBJECTS I COULD USE JIRT MORE LIVES THEN I CAN CIUNT ON MY HANDS

So tell me would you fall in love with me again FICK THIS ENTIRE SONG AHHHHHHH

And she immediently asks for him to bring peice to her mind. "THE EHOLE FUCKING OLIVE TREE BKT AND HE STSRTS TO GET SO MAD AND HORRIFIED THAT SHES ASKING HIM TO DO THAT, AND THEN HER VOICE IS JUST AS INTENSE AS HIS AND FKLLED WITH SUCH STRAIN

The silence...

Im actually spewchless.

THEN WHEN SHE STARTA TO SING HER BIT AND ITS GOT SUCH INTENSITY AND LIKE FUCKING HELL AND THE EMLTION AND LIKE IT JURT SLAPPED ME THATS THE KIND OR MUSIC I LISTEN TO OUTAIDE OF EPIC LIEK FU KKKK. THEN THEY BKTH AING THW RIFFS TOGETHER WAITING AND PRNELOPE AND SHE GETS MORE INTENSE AND FUCKKKKKM.

THE TEUMPETS AND IT COMES BACK TO THE FIRST SONG THE HORSE AND THE INFANT AND THE INTENSITY ITS A GRAND FJNSLE FUCK FUCK FUCK IM SKBBING SUCM AHHH.

then they hsrmonazie...

Thwy hormonaise and sing i love you fu k kff no jorge you cant do thst you csnt do thst im sobbing nl no nko jorge jorge stop touve cooked to mjch mo monko

As you can tell i gave up typing in a way that is readable. But this is how it came out when i stsrted ranting and so i wont chnage it. Thsnkyou flr reading, im gonna go cry again nlw,

[pariswrites-blog]

So I decided to make a large list of plots / faces / ships that I want, which you can find below the cut. It’s long. Check it out and message me/like this if you’re interested in any of them!

MOST WANTED

So I’ve got 3 ships that I want most of all: Niels Schneider x Xavier Dolan, Daniel Sharman x Frank Dillane, and Niels Schneider x Daniel Sharman. I’m completely open plot wise for any of these though for the Niels x Daniel one, I did make this post earlier and still 100% stand by it. I will love you forever if you do one of these with me.

CANONS

TEEN WOLF

I love this show too much and am so sad to see it go so why not do some 1x1s for it? 

I love playing Isaac tbh and would love to have some ships for him. Allison x Isaac is like my OTP so if someone did that with me I would scream? I’ve also always been intrigued with the idea of Lydia x Isaac so I would totally love it if someone did that one too (and I’m cool with changing Holland’s face if you’re uncomfortable with her). Scott x Isaac, Stiles x Isaac, Jackson x Isaac are all some other suggestions. I’m intrigued with Boyd x Isaac as well so that’s a suggestion there too.

Also, sorry Thiam shippers, but I’m 100% forever on the Briam train so if someone would play Liam against my Brett, I’d be in heaven.

IN THE FLESH

Okay so, fun fact, this blog was re-purposed from an rp blog for a group that sadly died. It was an ITF inspired rp and I loved the character I played there and would love to bring him back. There was also a wanted connection I had for him that never got filled but that would be really great as a 1x1. You can read about my character Apollo Bellerose (Niels Schneider fc) here but here’s also a summary of the idea.

(Muse A is Apollo, Muse B would be your character.)

M/M -- Muse A was a wild child, a feral animal of fire and rule-breaking. Hopes for him were dashed at an early age as he set himself up as the trouble-maker. Muse B was the opposite -- tempered and popular. The only reason their paths crossed was because they grew up in the same small town, in the same class. But that should’ve been it. It was a surprise to everyone when Muse B and Muse A started hanging out together, soon becoming inseparable. They were just children but they were attached at the hip, growing into adolescence and teenagers. Muse A was still wild, Muse B was still calm -- fire and water, red and blue. When they were sixteen, their friendship evolved into something more intimate. Though the relationship could be fraught at time -- Muse A to blame in almost every case -- their bond ran deep. Or it did, until Muse B died suddenly. It was an accident or heart failure or something similar, sudden and unexpected. Too soon. One might’ve expected Muse A to go off the deep-end but, rather, he was numb, going through the motions. That was until the Rising happened and the dead came back. The world ground to a halt but with the PDS sufferers in treatment centers, the world is returning to normal and Muse A is getting back on his self-destructive track. He refuses to acknowledge that overwhelming possibility that Muse B would be one of those PDS sufferers, going so far as to avoid Muse B’s grave. With the PDS sufferers returning to Roarton though, it’s only a matter of time before Muse A wouldn’t be able to deny to it. But will an apocalypse be enough to sever their bond? Probably not.

My main suggestion for B was Xavier Dolan though I also originally suggested Daniel Sharman and Keith Powers. Matt Daddario, Bob Morley, and Dominic Sherwood would also work though Xavier and Daniel would be preferred. This is, like, one I really, really want to do still.

XENA: WARRIOR PRINCESS

Campy 90s shows for the win (oh, and fuck you Looper -- it’s still perfectly watchable now). Anyways. I really want a Xena x Gabrielle plot, two bad-ass women travelling through the ancient world, kicking godly asses. As much as I love Lucy Lawless and Renee O’Connor, I realize that they’re not really usable so I’m totally down for changing the faces. Just... Please. Badass women and a canon that totally allows for AUs in all time periods -- it’d be awesome.

THE ORIGINALS

So um... I don’t want like a really super canon 1x1 here but like, after Koleb died, I got in my head this idea of what if, when Davina brought back Kol, Kaleb hitched a ride back. Kaleb’s bitter af but he was always kind of the way in my mind. The pairing would be Davina x Kaleb and we could also make this an OT3 if there was someone who’d like to play Kol as well but that’s not necessary for me.

LES AMOURS IMAGINAIRES

Uh... Indie French cinema for the win? Yeah, I know this won’t get any bites but I’m gonna try anyways. Basically a few years after the end of the movie, Francis and Nicolas meet again. There’s been some maturing, maybe Francis isn’t as close to Marie anymore (or maybe she got married or something). It’s slow-burn reconnecting and falling in love.

FEAR THE WALKING DEAD

So... I know Troy’s a POS person but I think there was potential for evolution in his character. He was isolated from a young age with an abusive father and alcoholic mother which didn’t give him much of a fighting chance in becoming a better person. Off the ranch though, I think he could have evolved. He also had a ton of useful information about walkers. Anyways, I’d like to give him that arc. Also I want to explore that mad chemistry between Nick and Troy so yeah. This masterlist might be good for some general plot ideas and tbh the “Who’s baby is this?” one just screams Trick to me.

GREEK MYTH

This can be like modern or actual myth -- either’s cool. 

Zeus x Ganymede. Either historical like Zeus kidnaps him to be the wine-pourer and Zeus wants him but Ganymede is just perpetually pissed with him for KIDNAPPING him and Zeus has to win him over. Or maybe something modern that’s more sugary daddy/baby-ish?

Telemachus. I really love my baby Telemachus? Or Telemaque as the French would say. But, basically, there’s this suitor and he’s one of the younger ones, probably 25 or less, and not really in the running to win Penelope’s hand but eh. He doesn’t really care. He likes to tease Telemachus but as things get worse in Ithaca, he realizes he’s worried about Telemachus and starts teaching him how to fight and defending him and they start falling in love. He be all like ‘I’ll go with you’ when Telemachus goes to find his father (even though he doesn’t) and, when Odysseus returns, Telemachus has to defend him because he was technically one of the suitors and just... Please. (I’d play Telemachus.)

Odysseus x Penelope. Clever Odysseus and clever Penelope, dominating and tricking the world with their superior minds. A modern!AU.

HARRY POTTER

I love this universe so I’m super down for anything. I won’t do anything set at Hogwarts because I can never remain interested in that tbh but other stuff is cool. I highkey ship Remus x Sirius and would love to write them as long as the faces aren’t Andrew Garfield or Ben Barnes. I also love all the potential in the fucked up dynamic between Fenrir and Remus. I usually end up playing Fenrir but if someone wanted to let me play Remus in that, I’d adore you forever. A Regulus x Remus one would be awesome too. A Nymphadora x Remus ship would be cool too, as would a James x Lily or Lily x Marlene. Outside the Marauders era, someone needs to give me a Ginny x Cho ship. I also wrote a next gen son of Greyback (Lycus Greyback) once that I’d love to bring back. Maybe with Teddy? Or OCs -- OCs in the HP universe are totally okay with me.

PLOTS

So this tag has the plots I want but some I particularly want.

X. I’d like to be Muse B and maybe like have Tom Ellis as A? Or Jason Momoa? Idk. I’m open but I think it’d be super fun.

X. I’d be cool with playing either in this plot; I’d love to see Troye Sivan as A but again open but fun sounding.

“you’re supposed to be on a blind date with someone but you sat down at the wrong table and i haven’t been able to get a word in edgewise to tell you that and it’s been thirty minutes” from this post. I’ve no preferences on genders or faces just I think this could be cool.

Yo I’ve mentioned this multiple times not but THIS PLOT with Daniel Sharman as A and Niels Schneider as B -- let me play B and love. me.

“what is the ONE thing i asked you NOT to do tonight?” “raise the dead…” “AND WHAT DID YOU DO?!” “…raised the dead…” from this post. I really want to play a necromancer? Maybe we could do a Trick!AU where the walkers are because of necromancers and Troy has had to repress the fact he’s one his entire life and then Jeremiah and Jake are dead and yeah. But we could also do this as entirely OC. I’d still love it be necromancer-caused zombie apocalypse but I’m cool with other stuff.

“i’m a ghost and i’m trapped in the graveyard and i don’t normally talk to mortals but bro i have to ask wtf are you doing hanging around a graveyard is your life really this sad” from this post. open and fun again!

X. PLEASE. Any sort of serial killer plot would be awesome. Which is a weird fucking thing to say but okay.

“you and your friend always sit at the table a couple down from mine and gossip in [insert language here], which happens to be a language i’m currently learning. i’ve been eavesdropping to try and improve my listening comprehension and oh my god are you actually talking about how hot i am???” -- this please, from this post. maybe like a daniel sharman x tyler posey? or idk.

literally anything from this post but like i mention “who’s baby is this? au” for Trick in a canon divergent plot (ie. after they leave the ranch, before they get to the dam)

also this could also work for xavier dolan x niels schneider.

SHIPS

So how about a Xavier Dolan x Daniel Sharman? Or Jenna Thiam x Niels Schneider? Also Jack Falahee, Crystal Reed, Kat McNamara, Conrad Ricamora x Daniel Sharman. Other ones that don’t include Daniel, Xavier, or Niels: Eva Green x Caitlin Stasey (I’d also be cool with playing Eva if we used them for Xena and Gabrielle), Riz Ahmed x Fawad Khan (Fawad as a multi-billionaire playboy and Riz as a devoted grad student, maybe?), Charlie Hunnam x Jason Momoa, Marlon Teixeira x Willy Cartier, Andreja Pejic x Hari Nef, Andrew Garfield x Ben Barnes (but not as Remus and Sirius), Sofia Boutella x Charlize Theron.

FACES

It’s very clear that I love Daniel Sharman and Niels Schneider so they will always be most wanted, with Xavier Dolan as a close third. I feel most comfortable with them tbh and have the most muse for them (also I’ve made like 400 gifs of Niels). If you want to make me happy, let me play one of them and play one of the others against me. I would like to branch out at some point though so some others. There are honestly too many for me to list in their entirety so I’ll list only ones I have mentioned already. Bold are ones I want to play, italics I want used against me, plain are the ones I have no preference about (though I’d be open on most of the bold ones too).

Alycia Debnam-Carey, Thomas Brodie-Sangster, Samuel Larsen, Adrianne Palicki, Laith Ashley, Elliot Fletcher, Iskra Lawrence, Lisa Teige, Iman Meskini, Hale Appleman, Tarjei Sandvik Moe, Adelaide Kane, Alexandra Daddario, Amber Heard, Josh Holloway, Angelina Jolie, Arden Cho, Barbara Palvin, Alex Saxon, Alexander Koch, Bianca Santos, Caity Lotz, Camila Quieroz, Cara Delevigne, Blake Michael, Avan Jogia, Austin Butler, Diego Barrueco, Bill Skarsgard, Booboo Stewart, Chloe Bridges, Byun Baek-Hyun, Diane Guerrero, Carlos Valdes, Josh Thomas, Dichen Lachman, Christopher Larkin, Eddie Redmayne, Ezra Miller, Gaspard Ulliel, Emeraude Toubia, Emilia Clarke, Famke Janssen, Gabriella Wilde, Halston Sage, Dev Patel, Douglas Booth, Godfrey Gao, Harry Shum Jr., Karen Fukuhara, Kiowa Gordon, Landon Liboiron, Matt Hitt, Matthew Gray Gubler, Keira Knightley, Kiana Lede, Lana Condor, Liza Soberano, Maira Walsh, Jamie Blackley, Jordan Fisher, Jamie Campbell-Bower, Megan Fox, Naomi Scott, Max Irons, Reece King, Richard Harmon, Natalia Dyer, Phoebe Tonkin, Priyanka Chopra, Madelaine Petsch, Seo Kang-Joon, Steven R. McQueen, Steven Yeun, Seychelle Gabriel, Shelley Hennig, Skyler Samuels, Haruma Miura, Lee Hyun-Jae, Thomas McDonell, Toby Regbo, Tom Holland, Tyler Blackburn, Joe Manganiello, Tyler Hoechlin, Cengiz Al, Froy Gutierrez, Tanya Beatty, Victoria Moroles, Zoe Kravtiz, Yoon Jeonghan.

This is not all-encompassing. There are plenty more faces. In fact, I’d love to use model faces without any resources -- just some old-fashioned writing, maybe some static icons if we feel like it.

[ramrodd]

#1 Tip For Understanding the Bible

COMMENTARY:

The best explanation of the Gospel of Mark, from the perspective of Cornelius, the centurion in Acts X is to connect the literature to Handel’s Messiah. .

(Cf: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iG5NoRo337I)

As a post-modern deconstruction, the Bible is a compact library of a Homeric epic identical to The Iliad and the Odyssey that arrives at exactly the same moment in the narrative when everything that came before is compressed into a singular event horizon of personal defeat in the Gospels.

When first we meet Odysseus, he is weeping. His troops have been transformed into pigs and he is captive to a Dominatrix and he just yearns for home, hearth and faithful Penelope, the Mary Magdalene of Homer, except she has Telemachus, a warrior's wife, Uriah's wife. Only, of course, Odysseus comes home and kicks ass with Telemachus in a “My Boy Friend's Back” kind of way.

The thing is, before we meet Odysseus weeping, everything is all about what a stud muffin he is, starting with the Gods. The movement of the narrative begins globally and comes to a focus locally when we meet a weeping Odysseus and, at the moment, the movement of the narrative pivots around this singularity and begins expand until the Homeric ethic is fulfilled in Ithaca.

The narrative of the Protestant Bible begins globally at the Big Bang of Genesis 1:1 and is apparently still expanding beyond our horizons in the universe, and then begins to re-compress, culturally, and focus on the coming Messiah, Jesus, until the Law of Moses runs out of steam for 500 years or so until the Roman legions could fulfill Daniel in time and for Jesus of Nazareth to free Jesus Barabas to light the fuse of the insurgency leading  to the Apocalypse in 70 AD/CE.

But the moment when we meet Jesus weeping  in John 11:35 and the entire narrative of what has come before pivots around this moment and, for the singularity of Resurrection to occur, Jesus must go through some serious shit. That's why He weeps: the Holy Ghost has just told Him that it was time to pay the piper. Jesus learns from Martha and Mary that He lost the bet He made with The Satan in the Wilderness as a continuation of  Job. That's getting ahead of the my version of the Bible, The Gospel of Mark according to Willie and Joe.

The best explanation of Christianity is the Gospel of Mark and the best explanation of the Gospel of Mark is Handel's Messiah. It's summed up in 2 hours and change. But in the Gospel of Mark according to willie and Joe, you need to be able to see Jesus from the point of view of a Roman Gideon as a person like Caine in the 70s series Kung Fu.

If you compare the opening of The Gospel of Mark with Lao Tzu, you'll see what I mean, The Prince of Peace is a warrior-king, like David, but without all the Sport Fucking being king lets David get away with. In fact, it is an obligation of Oriental Royalty to dedicate a great deal of time in sowing wild oats.

So, anyway, Jesus is a master of the martial arts. He trains His disciples in those skills when he sends them out without staff and/or with a sword more like a machete than a gladius and really more like one of those chef's knifes they use to carve lamb for a gyro. Peter cuts off Malduch's ear in Gethsemane with one. That's a pretty accurate warning shot, as they say.  

Jesus knows what's coming. He's volunteered for the mission of promoting God the Father as a loving God and all the rest. He bet The Satan He could do it intellectually and The Satan He can only do it with three magic tricks: feed the masses, create a global political structure and perform a death defying stunt.

Jesus lost the bet, That's what the significance of raising Lazarus represents: a death-defying stunt. Not a near death resuscitation, but a Pet Semetery moment. The Holy Ghost tells Jesus through Martha and Mary that He has a choice to mourn Lazarus and avoid the cup or raise Lazarus up even though he stinketh.

A death defying stunt. He lost the bet and Socrates' cup awaits. And all the tension He has been under since He was baptized is released and produces the shortest verse in the Bible: “Jesus wept”.

But, you said this is an explanation of the Gospel of Mark, not John.

Did I say John 11:35?  John is a companion to the Gospel of Mark and harmonizes in particular in Chapter 6 of both Gospels with the feeding of the 5000 and Chapter 11 of both Gospels, Palm Sunday. John 11:16 – 43 happens between Mark 11:11 and Mark 11:12. The next thing He does is zap fig tree.  My sense is that the feeding of the 5000 occurs just before the Passover the year before the Passover of Mark 16. John Mark is witness to the feeding of the 5000 but not to the Triumphant Entry: he's with the women in Bethany mourning Lazarus and the moment the narrative of the Bible is turned on it's head.

Now, this is where the connection between the Passion of Jesus connects most most empathically for the Christian context with a little bit of history about He was despised. Handel re-wrote this part specifically to accommodate the range of Susannah Cibber, an accomplished actor and musical performer who had been in an abusive relationship with another actor who pimped her as his wife to pay his debts and then been further victimized by a legal system that amplified the cultural penalty for being a woman by declaring her an unfit mother and taking away her children. She happened to be destitute from the notoriety and in Dublin when she ran into Handel, Handel loved the way could project emotion into her singing and featured her in his make or break staging of Messiah. At the end of her performance, the Archbishop stood and declared her redeemed of her sins.

Your job, as someone who claims they want to understand the Bible: first, embrace your own core of rot. It's what I mean to calibrate your Pucker Factor: what, for you, is the difference between “fear” and “fear of the Lord”?   How does Caine deal with fear? How do the Gideon's deal with fear?  How did Jesus deal with fear?

And fear is easy to deal with. How do you deal with  humiliation? The thing to understand about the Passion of Christ is that it was really just a routine execution of a Hebrew as a usual suspect in a the only good Zealot being a dead Zealot kind of way. For a soldier, the choice between getting killed and committing suicide is a pretty blurry line, especially when it comes to becoming a POW. And He was despised was written about the experience of being a prisoner in an enemy camp.

And sung by a women in a culture where women were captive in an enemy camp. And there is a direct connection between that and the moment at the edge of the event horizon of Resurrection when all the shit of the Cosmos that began flowing downhill with Genesis 1:1 hits bottom on top of Jesus.

Messiah is the best explanation for the literature of the Bible. At John 11:35, the world turns upside down and awaits lift off. If John McCain had known that morning what the next 7 years was going to be like, would he have strapped on his SkyHawk?  He had a similar moment as John 11:35 when he was offered the opportunity to leave the Hanoi Hilton early. I told McCain a difference between me and him is I would have left. As a Vietnam vet, I know what it means to be despised. I know what Tulsi Gabbard is going through.

Matt is absolutely wrong when he says we don't live in the world of Jesus.

Messiah will give you an existential context for the literature of the Bible: He was despised will give you an experiential anchor for that context. If you want to know what Jesus went through, meditate upon He was despised like Caine in the Wilderness.

Understanding Christianity will take care of itself.

[uselessmoonlight]

Stranger part 13

Reader is Telemachus' friend, and when he leaves for his "diplomatic mission" he asks her to watch over his mother.

Later, once the king has returned, she stumbles upon an injured Poseidon.

Previous / series masterlist / character sheet / next

Content specs: she/her pronouns used, afab reader, Platonic! Telemachus x reader, Epic!Poseidon x reader, possible OOC!Poseidon, Polites’ daughter! Reader, unrequited love, blood, fighting, nudity, illusion, possibly more?, trying to avoid using y/n, slowburn, suggestive themes, English is not my first language, sorry if it's too much exposition, it's my first fic.

Ónoma literally means name in Greek, at least according to google translate. View this as the y/n of this fic.

“I’m sorry about that.” The God replied.

“Don’t be, it’s not your fault.” Ónoma stated, but Perikles was not so certain about that. He didn’t know what island he was on, nor how her mother died. What he did know, was that this girl kept getting more and more interesting. “Let’s switch the topic.” She said, noticing his expression.

“Alright, why aren’t you devoted to Apollo? It’d be a perfect fit.” He asked. “You even have his temper.” He added under his breath.

“He killed my brother. Seven.” Fuck. Bad attempt at changing the topic.

“You know what, I’m just going to shut my mouth.”

“How about I ask some questions, then?” She offered. “That was not one, by the way.”

“I’ll let it slide, go ahead.”

“What were you doing at sea, and don’t give that stupid answer of ‘it’s my job’.” Poseidon had to think for a bit, not wanting to give away his identity with his answer.

“Tracking storms, earthquakes, tidal waves, and that man I told you about. Six.”

“Storms, earthquakes and waves? Were you trying to track Poseidon or something?” She mused.

“Or something.” He muttered.

“Are you devoted to him? Poseidon, I mean.”

Perikles chuckled. “You could say that. Five.”

“Four, you answered the other question, not elaborately, but you still answered.”

Those four would have to wait, as a knock sounded on the door. Ónoma furrowed her eyebrows, she was not expecting any visitors, but then again, people often just showed up. “Irene! How’s mama Ophelia? Come in.” She pulled her friend into an embrace.

“Do you have any more beautiful friends that I should know about?” Poseidon’s voice cut through their greeting.

“No, that’s five you owe me.” Irene looked at Peach quizzically. “I’ll explain, later.” Ónoma responded to her friend’s expression. “How are the new parents?”

“Ophelia was gushing about how sweet you were to stop by this morning, Theo’s still a bit useless, thanks for that. They’ve named him Pelagius.” Irene answered her friend. “I’m Irene, by the way, so nice of you to introduce us, Peach.”

“Shit, right, this is-”

“Perikles, pleasure to meet you, Irene.” He interrupted, kissing the girls hand.

“Oh, so now you’re charming? Figures.” Ónoma teased, their little game of questions definitely made her feel more comfortable around the man. “Did they choose they name because of the meaning, or just because they liked it?” She asked her friend.

“Yes, now I’m charming. Four.” Perikles replied first. Peach rolled her eyes at him, but smiled, he was starting to grow on her.

“Yeah, they named him after the sea, because that’s where he was... conceived?” Irene said, laughing awkwardly. “Gods, there’s no way to say that without it sounding weird.”

“Well.” Peach had to pause, as she was giggling too much to talk. “It is a unique thing to name him after.” Now full on laughing. “Gods I hope he doesn’t find out the reason for his name until he’s thirty or something.”

Perikles was laughing along as well.

Irene’s visit had brightened Peach’s mood, but it did not take away her exhaustion. “You should rest today.” She swivelled around to face the man who’d spoken. “You’ve taken care of me these past few days, perhaps I could take care of you today?” He offered. “That did not count as a question, by the way.”

Ónoma was shocked, she’d not expected the offer, he’d not seemed like the type. Perhaps he felt bad for reminding her of her deceased loved ones. “Alright, I guess.” She replied cautiously.

Perikles rose from the bed he’d been resting on. He’d improved a lot physically, for a man who couldn’t walk on his own just two days ago. Almost suspiciously so. She frowned at the revelation. “Where is your trident? You said it was your own weapon you’d been hurt with, where is it?” She asked.

The God froze. “I don’t know.” He mumbled and scratched his head. The look on his face told her he was telling the truth. The trident itself did not hold any magical properties, but it did help him channel his energy, besides, it had been a gift from the cyclopes, his children. This was a problem. “Get some rest, I’ll wake you up for dinner.” He ordered. The way he spoke reminded her of nobility.

As Ónoma rested, Poseidon got to work. He’d neglected his divine duties for the past few days, and the realisation that his trident was missing reminded him of that. He was lucky that the trident had been in the water, for the waves brought it to him when he commanded it. Had it been in the possession of that king he’d have a bit more trouble.

After being reunited with his beloved trident, he was able to focus. Commanding storms, communicating with the Nereids and other sea creatures, setting off an earthquake where the humans had been acting up, he had a busy day ahead of him.

The start of nightfall snapped him out of his duties, he summoned a few fish to him and got to cooking. He’d make his host dinner, he was a man of his word.

The smell of burning woke the girl up. She knew the man’s offer was too good to be true. Perikles was no cook, that much was obvious by the pile of burned and butchered fish in her kitchen. “How about I cook?” She offered. “That was not a question, by the way… actually it’s a demand. Get out of the kitchen before you burn my house down.” The god was startled by the sound of her voice and burned his hand. “Put that burn in the water, I haven’t refreshed the bath’s water, but there is a clean bucket in the bathroom.” She ordered.

“Still feisty, alright, love.” Now it was Ónoma’s turn to freeze, had he slipped up, or was he teasing once more. Her face now burning just as hot as the pan she was handling.

It was the first time both of them sat at the table, before now the man had always sat in bed while eating. Something Peach was not particularly fond of. Ónoma was a bit sad about the waste of food, never taking more than she, or the town, needed from the sea. The man noticed her sombre mood.

“Sorry I messed up dinner.” He said, not actually caring, but wanting to appease her.

“It’s fine, accidents happen.” She replied. “Just don’t like being wasteful is all.”

The God tilted his head and his eyebrow at her. “That’s a good quality to have.” He punished people for not respecting the sea, obviously he’d like her standpoint.

The rest of dinner they ate in silence. Poseidon observing the girl in front of him, who was trying not to squirm under the intensity of his gaze. Her face was that of youth, her eyes were of old, the grief and other troubles visible in them. The reminded him of the sea, not because of the colour, but because of the storm inside.

“Would you like to play some music?” He asked.

“Would you like me to, or do you think I want to?” She countered.

“Both.”

Next.

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The Blood We Shed

Telemachus x reader/you (first person pov)

Type: Slow burn, best friends to lovers, smut, blood as lube

Synopsis: Telemarket and Lyra/you are childhood best friends navigating life with the suitors.

Both of you discover your sick fantasies of killing the suitors and uhhh *reveling in it* while covered in blood are shared.

However, you hardly have time to process this fact before a unfathomable storm reaches the coast of Ithaca... wait is that man on fucking raft fighting the god of the sea? Hello??

Anyway they fuck on Antinous' corpse.

!!THERE WILL BE ODY X PENELOPE REUNION SMUT!!

(Originally on my ao3. I update on there faster and have more chapters out!)

CHAPTER 1

My eyes scan over the words on the parchment—pursuing a scroll on herbal identification I’d recently picked out at the library— until I hear a clumsy pair of sandals walk through the front door. I perk up, recognizing those heavy steps

“Tel–-Whaaaaaat the fuck happened?”

Before me stands my childhood best friend—who just so happens to also be the crown prince of Ithaca—covered in mud and muddy hand prints.

“What? Did you have to chase one of the local pigs around town or something?”

“HA!” Telemachus laughs with an overtly sarcastic tone, “More like the ‘pigs’ were chasing me.” He says gruffly, grimacing at today's run in with the suitors.

“Fucking hell, Lyra they were on one today,” He starts while sounding downright exhausted.

“We had an ale shipment come into the harbor, right? Those fucking bastards jacked the damned thing! Drank half of it before we could unload what was left for Zeus’ sake. Not just that, but one of the men got so drunk that he tr–”

I listen intently, that is up until I fully take him in: bruises here and there in addition to his scraped and swollen knuckles. I notice he has a slightly bloodied nose that he’s been rubbing off on his sleeve.

“—Is that fucking BLOOD????” I immediately get up to inspect him with concerned brows.

“Ok, maybe—”

“TELEMACHUS!”

“LYRA!”

“TELEMACHUS!!”

Ever since we met, Telemachus has always had a big heart— bigger than himself. And that’s where the problems arise.

He’s protective of the people he loves, always has been and always will. Even when we were small he’d try and tell off the asshole kids around town if they’d tried to bully me— usually it’d end with him garnering a black eye and a scraped knee, but he never cared. I’d always return the favor as his partner in crime. We’ve had each other's backs since day one.

I’ve found myself on more than one occasion smiling back at those times, when days were easier. His mother’s suitors were still somewhat behaved, the kingdom less restless, both of us having lesser responsibilities. We’d duel with wooden swords until we tired ourselves out, laying in the grass and daydreaming of days when we’d get into real fights and put our skills to the test. Recently though, I fear that could be any day now… The suitors have grown stronger, violent, and larger in numbers.

I put my face in my hands,

“You can’t take all those dogs at once and you know it. Why did you pick a fight you can’t win??”

“And who’s to say that?” He smirks, flexing like an idiot.

“You look like an idiot.” I say flatly.

“But like, a really strong and still very much ALIVE idiot!”

“Zeus and all the gods above— YOU HAVE MUD SEEPING INTO YOUR WOUNDS!”

He ducks his head behind his arms as I swat him,

“Go clean yourself up. I wanna see what damage I’m working with here.”

“FINE, FINE! Bloody hell woman!” Telemachus says with an exaggerated expression contrived of false frustration while he heads to the washroom.

I stand up from the bed and walk over to monitor him, my back turned to the doorway I stand to the side of. I hear him begin to wash in the basin.

“Do you need me to fetch you a new tunic? That one is a mess.”

He sighs, “I guess I should change—“

I go and retrieve one of his spares he keeps here—a testimate to just how often these occurrences happen.

I hear him chuckle from the other room,

“That’s fine. I’ll change in a second, I’ll settle for a towel for now.”

I hear a hiss of pain escape the washroom.

On instinct my body turns slightly to the sound, “Hey, are you ok?”

“Yeah, just scrubbed a bruise a little hard,”he says with reassurance in his voice, “I’m just about done.”

I pass him a large towel, my body still turned away from the door frame as he finishes up a moment later. I move to my bed and pat the spot next to me as he bundles himself.

“Here, sit. I’m going to get you some cloth for those scrapes.”

“Ok—“ he mutters somewhat embarrassed, realizing how often I’ve had to patch him up as of late. Even though he’s not as expressive as he’d like to be about it; he really appreciates the care I put into fixing him up.

I return with the cloth and some leaves. I’d found myself researching more pain relieving plants as of late— trying to be proactive for Ithaca's klutziest, overconfident fist-fighter. Though he could definitely hold his own with a sword, his form with hand-to-hand combat is still a work in progress. I will admit, he’s won a lot more fights lately, which I’m very proud of him for. But I do wish that fact didn’t give him the confidence to pick opponents that are out of his league.

I place down the items next to my grind stone and crush the leaves before I place them on the wounds of his knuckles.

Telemachus visibly relaxes as I spread the paste across his hands,

“That actually feels kinda nice…”

I smile softly, “I’m glad. I was hoping it wouldn’t hurt.” I wrap his hands in the cloth, careful to make sure that it’s secure from any movements and gestures.

“Tilt your head.” I tell him, getting up close while I’m trying to stop any bleeding.

“Yes mother.” he teases as he does what I ask of him. I shoot him a warning look.

“Ok sorry! Sorry!” He chuckles as he accepts the cloth and holds it to his nose and ensures it’s securely in place.

“Thanks Lyra. Seriously.”

I sigh, hardly putting any real frustration behind it.

“It’s okay, you just have to be more careful,” I say sitting down diagonal to his chair,

“I worry.”

“I know,” he says, “but I can’t help it! It’s fucked up that they get to walk around and get away with murder. Literal murder, Lyra! And NO ONE does anything about it.”

“I know….” I’m silent for a moment.

“I know you have Athena to aid you but remember YOU are still a mortal. You’re not invincible.”

He considers my words,

“Yeah. No you’re right… sometimes I forget that.” He admits sheepishly,

“But I’m not done yet, just wait and see. I’m going to kick all of their asses once and for all soon enough; that’s a promise.”

I smile at the idea. “I know you will.”

I sit back up and throw his fresh clothes at him, “but you can’t do that if you catch a cold, warm up a bit”

[xo-cuteplosion-xo]

A Light In The Dark | Telemachus x reader|

Link to Warnings/Both sfw and nsfw masterlists Click here

Chapter Seventeen ~Plans~

Telemachus sighed, staring out over the boat, watching the water sparkle from the sun. He stared off, dreamingly thinking about a certain woman. He turned around, leaning backwards over the railing. He knows that sending a letter out would be hard, but that’s what a pigeon is for. He even had one trained just to come back to him in case there was one written, but the clever bird returns empty-clawed every day.

“Keep leaning like that, and you’re gonna go overboard, captain.” Telemachus glances towards a crewmate and shrugs.

“I haven’t heard anything back… I send her letters daily and I know there is an ocean until the eye can see separating us, but… You would think I’d get at least one letter, right? It’s been months.” Telemachus sailed out without a word months ago. He’d left her a letter, a long and apologetic letter telling her he’d come home, be back to sweep her off her feet… Then he sent her updates every day, he’d sit and write, hand it off to a bird and then stare at the sky for hours when he wasn’t actively working on trying to uncover what he can about his father.

Letter after letter and not a single response.

He was beginning to think that… Perhaps she’d forgotten about him.

He spent the first few months staring out love in his eyes, mumbling about her.

The next few months after that, he wondered if his letters were getting lost, but then he got a letter from his mother and he began to sink into worry.

What if she wasn’t able to write back because of something? What if she’s being bothered by the suitors? There’s just far too much for him to worry about.

Eventually, that worry began to sink the longer he waited. He’d ask in his letter to his mother about her and sometimes he’d find a stroke of the ink that seemed off, but he was always told she was doing okay. Which only continues to sink his heart further and further… 

Perhaps she no longer wanted him or needed him… It’s alright… He’s coming home, he’ll be home in a few days. He’ll talk to her then…

~~~

It’s been a few days since Antinous last saw the Dove. Which is stressful. He had grown to expect seeing her on the nights he grew bored with the maids. She’d let him try anything he wanted. An easy and pleasurable experience, really.

He pauses in front of her door before he hears muffled sobbing. He groans, entering the room. “Sobbing over the prince still?” 

She sits up, rubbing the tears from her eyes. “I don’t want to fuck you right now…” Her voice is hoarse, cracked and split.

Antinous shrugs, leaning against the wall, cocky and uncaring. “That’s not from me.” his eyes zero in on the bruising around her throat, the bites on her shoulder. It’s not that he cares if she’s been whoring around… It’s more or less that he’d prefer it be him getting to push her under.

“I ran into a group… Eury didn’t do anything… Watched and then cleaned me up. Just… Pointed out the situation…” Her words are short and to the point. Antinous runs a hand through his hair.

He leaves the room, storming down the hall. He’s a bit surprised to find Eurymachus alone sitting at his desk sipping wine. “I was wondering when you would-” Antinous cuts the man off, tossing him out of the chair and to a wall.

The man narrows his eyes, getting to his feet, only for the larger of the two to grab his shoulders and pull him to his knee. A gasp leaves Eurymachus’ throat spit, forcing its way through his lips. He stumbles back, opening his mouth only for his head to swing to the side. He spits blood from his lips. He stumbles to lean against his bedroom’s wall. “Will you reign in your temper for a moment, Antinous? I haven’t touched your little fucktoy.” He runs a hand through his hair, emerald eyes narrowed into tight slits as he wipes blood from his lip.

Antinous pauses, giving him a second. “You have until I count to sixty.” He snarls, crossing his arms over his chest.

“I have been carefully organizing everything. Burning and altering letters, keeping an eye on the prince’s progress. He’ll be home soon.” Eurymachus coughs, trying to clear the taste of copper from his mouth. “We could kill him.”

“Now, why would I help you get the upper hand on the throne?” Antinous snarls, taking a step closer.

“You just want the power, the riches, the status. You’d be horrible as king, all that work, keeping the people happy, keeping enemies at bay. Do you truly want that?” Eurymachus straightens up, still pushing against the wall. Seeing Antinous shrug, he continues. “You can have the power, the wealth. I get Penelope’s hand and deal with all the responsibilities.”

“Still a disadvantage on my part if I go along with this.” Antinous stares down at Eurymachus.

The smaller man smirks, his eyes glinting with ideas. “My sister’s hand. You’d technically still be royalty. You would be considered my equal. Get to fuck her whenever you want.”

Antinous pauses, his hand coming up to run through his hair. “You are probably the world’s worst brother. She’ll hate you for this.” He couldn’t care less about how she feels about him, but he knows Eurymachus is a control freak.

“She’s played her role.” Eurymachus shrugs, lowering himself back to his desk. “And to remind you, I do not consider that thing my sister. I never have. We share a father, not a mother. She’s some whores child. She got this far because she was useful to me.”

Antinous scoffs, “and so you discard the tool when you’re done with it. Handing it to me. How generous.” 

“Don’t act as if you’re not hard just thinking about what you could do. It’s a miracle she’s never ended up pregnant with how often I had her fucking people.” Eurymachus shrugs, picking up his quill.

“One small condition, you’ll share at least once.” Antinous turns his head back to the man who grumbles under his breath before he replies.

“Sure, you can even have your run through her before I force her to marry me.” Satisfied, Antinous turns and leaves the room.

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Chapter Twelve ~Severing Ties~

The days blurred together, time seemingly at a standstill. It’s as if you went through the motions of the day without feeling the warmth of the moment. Walks in the garden were short and bland. Catching sight of the prince is a rare agonizing moment. He doesn’t look at you, doesn’t wave or offer you a smile. You messed up. He probably hates you now. Why else would he avoid you after you desperately told him everything?

You poke at the meat on your plate sitting in the dining hall listening to the static of the suitors’ voices. They really don’t shut up. Every day is the same thing, wake up, dress, eat, wander aimlessly, eat, try to feel something besides this hollow sinking feeling, eat, sleep… You lift your eyes from your plate when the sound of a chair scratching the floor reaches your ears from the head of the table. Antinous stands stretching. 

He shoots a glance at you, but that’s it. He turns away, leaving the room. You drop your eyes back to your plate and sigh. You reach for the chalice at your place and tip it back to your lips only to find it empty. You sigh, setting it back down.

It doesn’t take too long for the chalice to be refilled. You don’t bother to look at who filled it, just mumble an empty thanks and down the chalice. The burn slips down your throat and your mind quiets down, fizzling with your third glass. You sigh and lean your head on your palm, still poking your untouched dinner. 

“You’re a mess.” You freeze, narrowing your eyes as you pretend you didn’t hear that. You watch the glass fill again and take slow sips. “Ignoring me.” His voice is slurred, higher pitched than usual. He reeks of wine… You tighten your grip on your chalice until it’s torn from your hands. You follow it with your eyes, staring at the lips that touch your glass. 

Your brother pulls the chalice away, then swirls what’s left in it. “Leave me alone.” You hiss, curling your hands into fists. 

He rolls his eyes and drapes an arm over your shoulder, standing behind your chair. “You’re being so hostile, I haven’t done anything… Yet.” He sighs, looking over the suitors, the way they stare. But, oh no, they aren’t looking at him, or even the fact that he’s so close to you… “Have you noticed yet?” You can hear the jeer of his tone, the spite that laces his every word.

“Noticed what.” You speak through clenched teeth. He sets the chalice down so he can drape that hand down your front as well, ghosting it over your chest. You tense at the closeness. “Get your hands off me.”

He scoffs, clasping his hands together in front of you. “Come on, I know you’re not that stupid. Look ahead of you, their eyes speak volumes.”

“You’re trying to scare me. That’s not going to work.” You shrug and smack at his hands. He grabs your wrist and pulls it back.

“Am I? Or am I simply being the devoted brother that I am despite how much of a brat you are?” He leans in, his breath ghosting over your ear. “Look at them, staring like starved animals. You can stand behind Antinous and use him like a shield, but that will run out and I won’t be there to come crawling back to N/n.” He nips at your ear.

You reach up and push his face away. “Good brothers aren’t manipulative pieces of shit that prey on their sister.” You spit at him. 

Eurymachus narrows his eyes as he wipes the spit off his face. He smiles the next minute. “You act as if most women don’t marry at fourteen to men twice their age… You also act as if I lied about the normalcy of things. We share a father, not a mother. There was nothing wrong with things.” His fingers wrap around your chin. “It’s not as if you were anything more than something I could fuck when I couldn’t find a servant to use.” He tightens his hold on your chin, pulling your face closer to his. “You’d be married off, probably dead or miserable with kids by now, if it wasn’t for me. You owe everything to me.” A part of him, a thing to be owned.

You’re pretty sure it’s the alcohol in your system that gives you the confidence, but you slap him across the face and scramble out of your seat and away. “You’re vile… Disgusting and… And sick.” You won’t let him get under your skin again. You won’t let him get into your head anymore. You found your wings, unlocked the cage. You won’t go back to being a puppet for him to string along and use.

You’re a person, your own individual being. You don’t need him. 

He snarls, taking a step closer, and you stand your ground, holding your head high. The moment he gets too close, you bring your knee to his crotch, then your fist to his stomach. His eyes widen as he grimaces in pain. He lunges, but a larger body easily shoves him to the side.

“I wasn’t aware you could throw a punch.” You turn your gaze towards Antinous.

“It was… Luck.” You mumble, running your hand through your hair. “I’m gonna go to my room, moods ruined.” Not that you had much of a mood to begin with.

You ignore the calls from the other suitors as the fight breaks out. You’d stay to watch Antinous beat your half-brother but… You really just want to be alone right now. However, you catch something from Eurymachus that makes you freeze. “Oh, come on, you’re acting as if you’re her husband Antinous. I didn’t realize you were into whores. Soft isn’t like you.” It’s meant as an insult. You can hear the mocking tone in his voice.

Your nails dig into your palms. He calls out as if whoever marries you would bring nothing but shame to their house. You feel the tears pricking your eyes. For years you’d been caught in his illusion, the perfect picture he painted with silky words. His gentle touch, his soft expressions, the adoring looks he’d give that pulled you in, kept you locked in a cage of his making. There are times where you want to forget everything you learned, to let him fool you, let you think he cares. Is it so wrong to wish for what you’d grown comfortable with, even though you know it’s wrong and miserable?

Your feet carry you through the halls and around familiar corners until you’re in the gardens. You stare up at the stars and wipe your eyes off their tears. A short walk might clear your head.

The breeze ruffles your hair. The stars provide just enough light to walk without tripping. 

The walk helps take your mind off what happened. It’s calming. At least it is until you find Telemachus swinging a sword and… Talking to himself?

You stand there watching him for a while, your gaze softening. He’s so sweet… So gentle…

You’ve always felt warm around him, like every fear and worry could disappear but staring at him now… His hair sticking to his neck, his mind focused on training, focused on no longer being the little wolf that gets tossed about… He’s wonderful. You always find your day brightened when you see him. You had found the moments shared with him freeing.

You wish things were different, you wish you could reach out. He’s the starlight that lights up the night for you, a light in the dark… You never thought you’d feel like this. You never imagine a simple glance would send your heart hammering and a flush to your cheeks. 

Stepping closer, your foot snaps a twig, which grabs the prince’s attention. He spins in your direction, and you make eye contact. The world seems to resume at that moment. You smile at him, and he holds your gaze for several heartbeats before he drops his eyes to the ground, swirling with pain. He turns away from you and resumes swinging his sword.

Right… He’s still hurt, and he has every right to be. You know this, and yet your chest still tightens, your heartbeat still stutters as your chest constricts. You scurry away and to your room, slamming the door behind you.

You brush things off your desk as tears flow down your cheeks. It’s not fair. None of it is fair. You never asked for this to be the life you led. You never asked to be born or to have a brother who treats you this way. You hit the desk, trying not to sob.

If the walls were thicker, you’d have screamed, you’d throw yourself on the bed and echo your pain in your voice. You can’t do that, so instead you slam your fists against the plush material and grip the roots of your hair as you sob.

Why are you still trying? Why are you still fighting to live when there is nothing at the end of this but further pain? You know the life that will come for you, whether a suitor succeeds or fails at securing Penelope’s hand.

It’s another sleepless night haunted by the memories of childhood and the feeling of bugs crawling up your skin… You sob.

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Chapter Ten ~Truths~

The sweet taste of alcohol… The way it numbs the mind… The burn as it slips past your aching throat. You hid away in your room for a few days… Nobody came to see you. You hear no footsteps approach your door, no Telemachus, no Eurymachus.

You’ve been unable to fall asleep the past few days, slipping into a reliance that borders on addictive at this point. Eventually, you’d run out… Eventually this was bound to happen. You don’t know why you’re here.

Why do you fight tooth and nail for life when there is nothing there? You are bound to him. He made it painfully obvious in a literal and metaphorical sense. You sigh, sitting on the edge of the railing staring down. If you just happened to slip… If you just had a sip too much… You have the feeling your brother would be more annoyed than saddened by the accident.

“Y/n?” You sigh… Of course… He tends to always find you when you’re drunk. “I thought you were ill…”

Maybe it’s the way your mind is right now or the way those thoughts seem more appealing than usual… But your lips part before your mind can catch up. “Is that what he’s saying? Eventually, he’s going to overuse that.” You aren’t drunk enough to slur your words, but your headspace is off.

Telemachus pauses in the doorway before he approaches you. The flicker of a torch nearby gives off just enough that he catches the bruise around your neck. He wants to ask, but he doesn’t want to intrude.

“If I just…” you make a movement of slipping, staring at the ground below you. Telemachus jumps with a squeak as he takes two rushed steps towards you. “This happens every so often, where I start to wonder why I try… Why do I need his approval, his attention…” You drop the chalice, watching it tumble on to the grass below.

“Did something happen?” Telemachus is cautious, unsure how close he can get. You’re clearly intoxicated. He has no plan to abuse that fact, so you open up to him.

“Telemachus… Do you… Love me?” The prince stares as he approaches the railing. It’s a random question. “Do you?”

“Yes… Why are you asking that?” He finally sees your eyes, and his heart drops in his chest. They look… So lifeless. Now that he’s closer, he’s noticing bruises, lots of bruises.

“What if I told you I didn’t truly fall in love with you until that day in the rain… That these feelings… They’re screwing with my perception of reality, making me question things…” Your voice grows soft as you stare out past the horizon. 

Once again, Telemachus stares at you, and you stare longingly into the distance as if you are caged and yearning to soar. “You confessed before that, though?” He’s hesitant and fidgeting.

“When we were little… I approached you for him.” You look at him, and he takes a step back, hand resting on the stone as he stares. You can’t keep your gaze on him, can’t bear to see the hurt that swallows his light. 

“That’s not true… You’re different.” His voice cracks as he attempts to reason with your confession.

Tears well in your eyes as you trace the bruising on your wrists. “I’m not any better than they are, Telemachus. I do anything he asks me to suffer through everything. He asked me to use your feelings, and I did for a bit, but… I ended up falling in love with you. Your eyes… The way they light my world up.” You stare down at your hands, watching them shake. “Eury said nothing comes for free. That’s why I’ve never had issues with what I did. I got a roof over my head and his mother hit me. He took care of me, so I did him favors. He kept me from being sold off… I let him pass me around as another pawn to bargain. He’s soft and gentle… He was always caring. He brushes back the hair from my face, telling me I was pretty and that he adored me. I was his world, his Dove… You’re not the first man I’ve done this with… Just the first one not to fuck me.” 

Telemachus tenses trying to push past the pain. You used him… And ate it up. He thought this was real… That everything was real, but… None of it or at least most of it wasn’t. “What changed?” 

“You… This light began to flicker in the dark. You reached out your hand no matter how many times I put space between us. You only shined brighter when I pushed away. You never ask for anything in return. You made me question him. I questioned my brother. I’ve never done that before.” You raise your hands to tangle in your hair as you slide down from the wall and lean against it instead.

Telemachus sits next to you, his eyes focused on your trembling and the bruises. “Did he…”

“He was just rougher than usual.” You shrug, not sure why he’d be so concerned. “I stepped out of line one too many times, so he… He had to. He hates doing it but he had to. He’s usually gentle with me… Caring and… He’s my brother, he’d…” You struggle to find the right words.

“So… To be clear, we are talking about his words and the fact he… Hit you.” He grits his teeth, staring at you.

“That to…” You make the mistake of turning to look at him, the alarm in his dilating pupils.

“You aren’t saying he… Your brother… That’s…” Gods, he’s trying not to judge… But… That’s just… And he’d left you with him on several occasions.

You shy away, starting to close off again. “What? It’s normal.”

“Having…” How does he say this in a way that’s not going to sound lewd? “Having bedroom relations… That’s not normal.”

“Yes, it is.” You narrow your eyes. He’s told you over and over that things are simple as they are. It’s just another form of attention. That’s all it is. 

Telemachus knew you were mentally broken, but this… This is something else. “It’s not. It’s… That’s the sort of thing you do with somebody who isn’t related to you.”

You hear the revulsion in his voice, and your heart picks up to a thunderous pace. “It is… Stop it… He wouldn’t… He’s… He loves me, he cares about me! You don’t have a sibling, so you wouldn’t get it! You… Shut up… Fuck no… Please…” You tug at your hair as your eyes defocus. You shake as you wrap your head around this.

“Y/n, it’s not… What else does he claim is normal?” Telemachus reaches out but you flinch back.

“Don’t touch me!” You yelp, recoiling as you stand up and back yourself away from him. “You’re lying! You’re… You… He wouldn’t. He’s all I have. If it wasn’t for him, I’d be dead or whoring myself out on the streets for money…”

Telemachus doesn’t understand why you cling. Why you flinch away, why you call him the liar? He’s been here for you this entire time. He’s been waiting for you to open up and this is it? This is what he gets? “I’m not lying! That’s… Beyond that, you don’t hurt the people you care about.” He points to the bruises.

Once again, you shake your head. “He was disciplining me, reminding me of where I am next to him.”

“He’s treating you like a pet! Why can’t you see that?” His voice raises slightly, and you glare.

“You’re lying to me! Eury would never. He’s not like that. You just don’t know what it’s like when I’ve done what he needs… You don’t understand how soft his eyes can get.” You see the disgust rising on his face, but he drops his gaze.

“He’s two-faced and exploiting you!” Telemachus steps close, his eyes narrowed. You take a cautious step away…

“He’s my brother! He practically raised...” You trail off, starting to think this through before you shake your head. You push past him, storming off. “Fuck you! I’m not gonna let you ruin my bond with him! I… I don’t need this!” 

Except you can’t get it out of your head. You don’t care what hour it is… If Antinous is in bed or with a woman right now. You fling open the door, tears welling in your eyes. 

The suitor jolts up, grabbing the knife at the side of his bed before he notices it’s you. “Well, hello Dove, it’s been a…” He trails off, raising a brow. He groans after a moment, patting the bed. You shake your head and pace around his room. He watches you as he lights the candles and torches around the room. After a moment, it grows to agitate to let you continue spinning. “Alright, what the fuck?”

“Does Eury care about me?” You mumble, stopping in your tracks.

“You know how I feel about that Dove.” Antinous grumbles, sitting back down on his bed. “I am not about to listen to you having a mental crisis over whether your brother gives a shit.”

“That’s… Telemachus, and I argued… I was going to tell him about things, and come clean about what I was doing.” You mumble, going back to pacing, ignoring the slight pain between your legs. 

“I’m guessing he didn’t take that too well?” Antinous yawns, gods it’s late. He was happily trying to get some needed rest.

“That… Is an understatement.” You huff, but shake your head. “He was hurt, but that’s not what bothered him. We started talking about why I did it.”

Antinous pauses… You’re bruised up pretty badly. He’d noticed the signs of strangulation before, bruises he didn’t cause himself, but he wasn’t sure how many suitors you were actively being used to bargain with… 

He narrows his eyes and grabs your wrists. You yelp, trying to pull away. You hold them up. “What freaked the prince out? Did you start insulting your relationship with your brother over the physical marks?” 

“Kind of?” You mumble as he drops your arms and starts circling you. 

“The fuck do you mean kind of?” He snarls, losing his patience with you.

“It’s just a transaction… He said it’s not normal that Eury indulges here and there” You stare at the ground unsure why you feel so nervous to talk about this.

“Indulge how y/n.” You know it’s bad when he drops the nicknames. He always uses Dove.

“He was rougher than you.” You’re not sure why that’s how you say it… You know he’ll understand what you mean, though. 

Neither of you move or say a word for several breaths. Slowly, you turn towards him and find him far more terrifying than you have ever seen him. “I’m going to fucking kill him.” Antinous seethes.

“No… Please Antinous, this… It’s normal right? That’s…” You shake your head, lip wobbling.

Your entire world shatters in an instant. Suddenly, you are no longer sure what’s right and what’s wrong. You are no longer able to see through the dark to make out the foundations of your life. Everything…. Is possibly a lie.

Antinous grabs your wrist, pulling you along the halls with full expectations of using you as his control so he doesn’t actually kill the man. 

You follow him through the halls until he shoves a pair of doors open, and you’re greeted by the annoyed expression of your brother as he’s interrupted.

Antinous lets go of your wrist, and grabs a fist of Eurymachus’ tunic. “You’re fucking disgusting.” Antinous growls, tossing the body to the side.

Eurymachus stares for a bit, clearly not expecting this. “What do you mean? What did I do this time?”

“That’s your sister, your… You share a father? You…” For a moment, Eurymachus’ mask slips, his personality cracking. 

“Half sister, she’s not from my mother, so we aren’t like actual siblings. Don’t act as if you can’t see things from my view. You’ve gotten some of that pussy, you can understand.” Eurymachus smirks.

Antinous winds back his fist and strikes twice before dropping the man’s collar. “You fucking disgust me. I draw a line with this. An obvious line.” He snarls, shaking his head. Sure, he’s taken a maid or two by force or by threat, but this? That’s his sister, you’re his sister. When he made jokes about how much time he spent focusing on you, he’d been joking. He didn’t think that it meant… This.

“Really? You’re getting pissy over this? It’s another body to use. You act as if I see her as a person. It’s so easy to manipulate her. You sing a few praises, spend time with her. It was a good tradeoff. I get off and she sinks in further to reliance.” Antinous kicks him, then presses his foot on his chest.

“I don’t give a fuck how you treat her, but this is just disgusting Eurymachus. You could get away with hitting her, emotionally screwing her up. I really don’t give a fuck about that, but fucking her?” Antinous’ lip pulls back as he presses his weight down on his chest.

You watch standing off to the side. You don’t think your brother has even noticed you’re there. You bite your nails, eyes tearing up as you listen to this conversation. “You act as if you haven’t fucked her.”

Antinous scoffs, pressing down harder with every passing second. “That’s not important right now. She’s a fun fuck, but I’m not related to her.”

“But you are older than her. Do you think it’s any morally better?” Eurymachus hisses reaching to grab Antinous by the ankle.

Antinous lifts his leg, kicks the man’s hands off then slams his foot against the skull. “Oh, for fuck’s sake, don’t make this worse… I didn’t once think about touching her then. I didn’t even realize she existed until you brought her up. I was never introduced to her. Somebody kept the Dove on a tight leash.”

“Antinous, you’re being ridiculous. It’s not as if I see anything but a whore when I look at her. She’s been fucking men since my mother started selling nights with her off.” He rolls his eyes.

Antinous pauses before he steps on the man’s throat. He cuts off his oxygen, watching his eyes bulge.

You stare and do nothing. However, despite how much he’s down to you, it’s hard to leave, to let him die. “Antin… Please… Please don’t kill him.” 

“You’re still going to plead for him after all of that?” He snaps, staring at you.

“He’s my brother…” Antinous drags his hand down his face, stepping on Eurymachus, but not before kicking him half to death’s doorstep. 

He grabs you by the wrist and starts pulling you away. Before you both leave, he turns to Eurymachus. “Don’t try to approach her. Freak.”

You make the mistake of looking over your shoulder. He stares at your nose dripping blood, chest heaving with the effort it takes to sit up from the beating. Antinous grabs your chin, forcing your gaze away from the man who kept you caged for so long. “You come to me if he talks to you too much, understand?”

“But-” You start, but Antinous snarls, pulling your face to his grip on your face nearly enough to bruise.

“No buts, you come to me. You heard him admit it himself.” To be honest, you’re sitting there attempting to ignore what was said.

Because what do you mean everything is a lie? How does that make sense? How does that work? What are you then? What purpose do you have? Who are you, if not the piece your brother moves around as he sees fit? What do you mean you’ve been living in a warped reality until now? How do you even fix this? How much are you missing? What else did you believe was true, but actually isn’t? 

Still you nod, and he releases you, patting you on the head. “Go get some sleep.”

“You… Don’t wanna…” You stare at him, tilting your head, confused.

“Just go to bed, Dove.” He grumbles, walking off.    

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Chapter Four ~Why Not~

Small hands cover your head as you sob, staring up at the woman who stands above your small body casting her shadow. Her foot shoves you back, eyes full of fire. You drop the porcelain shards you had been cleaning up.

“I’m sorry…”

“I’m sorry…”

“It was an accident…”

You curl up on the floor crying.

“What did she do this time?”

“Your whore’s child broke my vase! I try to make the bitch useful and she tosses a fit!”

“How much did you make?”

“Not fucking enough, because she bit the damn man. Fucking useless bitch. Why do we keep her around? I should just marry her off the second somebody offers to take her illegitimate, whore birthed disaster!”

You shoot up panting, eyes dilated. You tuck your head into your knees trying to reel in your breath. This is normal to… This…

The uncomfortable feeling of old memories…

The feeling it leaves on your skin… You sob, shaking your head. It’s normal. You’ve never known anything better, anything besides this. So why does it leave you shaking? Why does it leave you wishing you could just curl up and disappear? You’re exhausted, tired, and mentally drained. 

You drop from your bed, feet sluggish and body still shaking. You lean against the wall, sneaking off to the kitchen. You do this here and there. You think about going to see your brother. But… Your body can’t handle anything more. You know that’s not necessarily what has to happen. 

Still… Uou have nothing to offer him but that right now. You’ve gotten no closer to what he needs from you. You’ve done nothing… There’s no reason you would deserve comfort right now. You decide the corner of the mess hall is good enough.

If somebody comes along, it will be a distraction from your head, anyway. Maybe you could even pull something out of them. You swirl the wine in your chalice and take a sip. 

You can’t shut your eyes without seeing her. Eury’s mother was cruel, far crueler than your brother has ever been when he’s upset. You’re no longer a child. You haven’t seen her in years, but you can’t escape her chilling gaze.

You tangle your hand in your hair as you drink. You pick your head up at the sound of footsteps. Your eyes meet blue and you stare… Ah… Shit. “You’re up late?”

You shrug silently. “Am I?” You try to force a smile.

“You… Don’t look okay.” He steps closer and you shake your head. 

“You’re weird. ‘M perfectly normal and fine, Telemachus.” The prince frowns as he lights a torch on a wall. He carefully closes the distance and takes the chalice from you.

“You… Keep lying to me.” He mutters, taking the seat next to you.

You stare at him half-lucid. “I don’t lie…” Your heart hammers in your chest.

This is bad. This isn’t good. You’ll upset your brother. If the prince knows if things go south right now, it will be a complete failure. You try to come up with something… “You… Why do you keep acting like you’re fine? I’ve known you for years Y/n! I’m used to your off days but… It just seems that those are getting worse and worse…” His voice cracks.

You stare at him, trying to figure out what he’s trying to gain from this, what he’ll want from you. Nothing comes for free . “It’s normal stuff…” 

“Normal wouldn’t have you looking for something at the bottom of a chalice.” The prince mumbles, watching you reach for the cup he’d taken from you. 

You huff, dropping your head to the table. “I just need a little help sleeping.” You puff out your cheeks.

“They have herbs for that.” he reaches out but watches the recoil and pauses. 

“Why are you doing this? You’re confusing me.. Making me… Making things seem complicated. What do you want?” You aren’t sure where the aggression comes from, but you narrow your eyes at him. 

He stares at you. “Because I care about you? We’re… Friends.” You pause and grab the canteen, swallowing a sip. He sighs, reaching over and grabbing it. “I don’t know if it’s because you’re stupid or because you’re confident your brother won’t let anything happen, but drinking like this… Alone is a really bad idea.” 

“Why?” Telemachus stares at you. 

“I… Ask your brother,” he grumbles, pinching the brim of his nose. 

You tilt your head before you get where he was going with that. “That’s… Why would that be an issue?” Your words slur and you hiccup.

He drops his hand, staring at you. “Why wouldn’t it… Cause that’s… It’s rape?”

You shrug, kicking your feet in the chair. “So? It’s normal… It’s simply how t-things are. Is how they are, is jus’ what happens. It’s un-a-voida-ble and I can get-s-stuff out of it. Eury would s-step in if he t-thought I was in any real danger.” You can’t get yourself to look at him.

“By the gods… Is that why you were so off today?” You cringe at the sound of his voice.

“Dunno what you mean. I’m fine. As I said, it’s… It’s… normal.” It’s normal. It’s completely fine. If it wasn’t, your brother would protect you. He’d be there for you. 

“Y/n… Does he know?” You nod, staring at the floor. Suddenly you’re not sure if Telemachus is just naive in the ways of the world or if…

If it’s not normal… But then… What about when Eury… You shake your head. No… No Telemachus is wrong. He’s just a stupid prince. He’s spoiled. He’s wrong, he’s wrong. “It’s… normal… It’s… Fine. Jus’ business. It’s like da order of t-things.”

“But that’s… It’s not. You’re… Come on, let’s just walk you back to your room.” He won’t push you, won’t get into anything you don’t want to. You’re drunk, and he’s not about to use that as a way to get beneath the wall you keep putting between him.

~

The prince stares at her and his heart squeezes. He’s liked her since they were young. From the moment her smile lit up his day when they were only fourteen. She taught him how to make a flower crown, but he wasn’t watching or listening to her. He was lost in her eyes.

At first they’d looked like holes that could swallow him, but the more time he spent with her, the longer he looked at her, the more he started to see the light in them. There are stars in the void that he’s not sure anybody else notices.

He couldn’t find those today. Her smile was flat, her eyes half-lidded, and she didn’t jump in to join his conversations. He felt like he was talking to her rather than with her. He wants her to trust him. He knows she doesn’t, and he understands why. They are supposed to be enemies. He shouldn’t be close to her.

She’s better at keeping the distance and yet sometimes she seems like she’s going to step over the gap she dug between them. There are times where he feels he could reach out and grab her, but then she disappears behind her wall. 

Like today, she asked him again about if he’s in love. She asked if he was interested in anybody. It’s like she wants to get close but when he tries to make it obvious, tries to tell her she can take a step closer to him, she pulls away as if he burned her.

He supports her weight as she drags herself. She’s not resisting, but he has a feeling she’s stalling, avoiding her room. Why? She’s tired… Exhausted. He can see the circles under her eyes, how much she struggles to keep them open. Is whatever keeps her up at night that horrible?

He sighs as he approaches her room. He pauses when he sees the suitor leaning on the wall beside it. The man’s eyes narrow before he smiles. Two-faced bastard. He might have everybody fooled that he’s harmless, but he doesn’t buy it for a second. “I don’t mean to jump to conclusions, prince… But why are you holding onto my drunk sister?” 

He rolls his eyes. “I! Th-that is not… I would never… I just found her drinking, and she looked like she needed a hand…” 

“Ever the kind prince.” The suitor steps away from the wall. “I’ve got her from here… Unless you have an issue with that?”

The prince pauses… He doesn’t have a reason to say he does. Eurymachus is her brother and despite what he thinks of the suitors… And what was talked about tonight he has no reason to think ill of how he’d treat her. He’s clearly worried about his sister… He has to respect the way Eurymachus seems protective of her. Maybe he doesn’t know? Or maybe he does, and he’s been trying to fix it… She trusts him and he doesn’t look dangerous or seem like he’d ever hurt her.

When she pushes away from him and wraps her arms around her brother with a drunken huff and a sniffle, Eurymachus holds her. Telemachus can’t see anything wrong or even slightly unsettling about it. He holds onto his younger sister to comfort her. “I… Don’t.” He mumbles, turning his back to the siblings and walking away.

~

When the prince disappears, Eurymachus shoves you off him, grabbing your wrist to pull your stumbling form into the room. “That was mean…” you whine, but Eurymachus shoots you a frustrated glare. “Hey, I got-somethin outta today! He said he cares -bout me, so I must be-”

“Shut up.” You frown, snapping your mouth shut. “What are you doing getting drunk around the prince? That tactic won’t work on him.”

“Was an acc-ih-dent, Eury.” You mumble and he rolls his eyes.

“You were supposed to come see me. Did I not ask that of you this morning?” He runs a hand over his head.

You nod like a child being scolded. Your eyes fall to the floor and your eyes water. “I was tired, Eury… I was just-… Ant-in-nous was really rough an… an-den… an-den we got up early, and I spent all day with the prince. I just- fell asleep… and I had a nigh-mare and couldn’t- sleep. I’m jus- tired…” You ramble in an attempt to explain yourself to him.

He snaps his fingers sitting on your bed. You look and he points to a spot on the floor between his legs. You hesitate… something he takes notice of. “Oh? What’s wrong?”

“I…” You shake your head and get on your knees. “Jus-… tired.”

He lifts your chin, running his thumb over your lips. “I know… You can sleep in tomorrow, okay?” He drops his voice to a whisper. “Think about it like this… Tire yourself out the rest of the way until you fall asleep. I’ll even let you curl up to me until you fall asleep. So, won’t you be a good sister?” 

You nod, and his gaze softens. He rides his tunic up. And you look up at his tender eyes, his caring smile. He wraps his hand in your hair and gently guides your head down. He sighs, tilting his head back. 

“There we go… isn’t this nice?” He’s gentle, or well, your definition of gentle. He’s not slamming your head down or holding so tight it feels like you’ll lose your hair. No… He only slightly tugged you up and down… Only rutting against the back of your throat here and there. Your eyelids feel heavy and he yanks your head down and then up. “Shhh, stay awake. Just a little more. That’s a good thing … There we go… You’re so good at this, way better than the maids.” He huffs, sucking in air. 

You hum at the praise… His approval… He’s kind and caring… He might push you, but it’s never past the point you’ll end up sobbing. He hushes you with soft words. He’s not spitting out insults either. He says every word you need to hear from him and you take it. His words are the fix you need to feed your addiction to attention.

He bucks his hips, taking in a shaky breath and you follow his movement until the familiar bitter taste hits your tongue sliding down your throat. “Fuck… Once more… Be good and keep going…” You stare at him… You want to sleep… You’re tired…

He sighs, pulling your head off him. You tilt your head, going to speak, but he puts a finger on your lips and motions for you to get on the bed. You question what he’s thinking, but not out loud. You settle onto the bed and are almost immediately consumed by your exhaustion.

You nod off, then jolt awake, not wanting him to think you’re being rude. “You can go to sleep. I’m right here for you. I’ve got you.” He reaches around your waist, pulling you close.

Your eyes flutter, the intoxication stilling your mind to a buzz as your skirts are shifted out of the way. You suck in a breath, but you fade off. He makes sure you’re off in a drunk sleep just as he promised. You get rest, attention, his attention… And he gets off. It’s not his fault you’re always so open and ready when he can’t find a maid to take care of things.

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The Blood We Shed Chapter 4

Author’s note: last chapter was marked mature for the adulty-dult scenes in case you couldn’t read it, anyway enjoy!

Chapter rating: 16+ some slight sexual content

Type: Slow burn, best friends to lovers, eventual smut, eventual blood as lube hehe~

See chapter 1 for synopsis⬇️⬇️⬇️

I don’t know which god is meddling in my private life, but Zeus if I can’t shake those goddamn dreams.

The only thoughts prospering in my head as of right now are how Telemachus would feel and sound.

It was the last thought I had falling asleep and the first I had this morning.

It’s the only thing I can think about.

I had hoped that taking care of myself would’ve swept it under the rug, but it might’ve made it come back with a vengeance—If I didn’t have to work the vineyard today, I’d probably be bedridden.

It’s midday and I’ve been picking grapes with my mother, both of us sweating under the heat of the summer sun. Not the most glamorous job, but it’s a paying one nonetheless.

The work is easy…well, at least the picking grapes part is. I have a strong disdain for when we have to squash them—It's a sensory nightmare.

At this point, I’ve entered that lovely flow state where I’m mindlessly picking bunches and tossing them into a basket. However…It makes it quite easy for your mind to wander.

Unbeknownst to me, my pace of work slows as I lose focus. I slowly pluck a cluster of grapes from the vine and stare into it…

“Come on~ come on~ you can take it all—”

“—ou’ve been awfully quiet this afternoon.”

I nearly jump out of my skin at my mothers voice—

After recovering from a damn near heart attack, I realize she’s been watching me zone out.

“It’s this damn heat,” I lie; but to be honest, it’s not far from the truth. This is also an excellent alibi for the warm blush on my cheeks.

She raises an eyebrow.

Fucking mothers’ intuition bullshit. I think to myself as I try not to squirm under her questioning gaze.

“Something on your mind?”

Without missing a beat, I quickly devise a second lie,

“I was just thinking about going to the market today. I just remembered we’re out of sage.”

My mother’s eyes linger on me. I know she doesn’t buy it. But there’s no way she’d be able to guess what’s actually going on in my head.

So… in the clear—?

“Are we? I hadn’t noticed.”

—Nope. Not with that suspicion in her voice

“Yes, and I was hoping to use it for dinner tonight, I’m thinking I make stuffed fish?”

“I suppose that does call for a trip to the market, and honestly I’d love to not cook tonight.” She smiles while wiping her brow.

Then she pauses.

“If you can plant your feet on the ground long enough to finish another basketful, you can head over. Just don’t be too long.”

I grin, she’s at least partially bought it. Plus I love going to the market~

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The smell of spices, fresh breads, and cooking food blossom around me as I walk down the line of stalls. The cobblestone road is hidden under the clamoring feet of far more people than I can count.

It’s peak hours right now and probably as busy as it will get all day.

A smile spreads on my face.

It’s loud…A cacophony of barterers, idle chatter, and hollering salespeople trying to shout above the noise. I love it.

As I weave through the crowd I wave to the familiar faces of shop owners that I’ve gotten to know. Sometimes I work the stall with my mother; In turn, I’ve made friends with local owners and creatives. I’ve also learned a lot of regulars’ names.

I decide to make a trip to a friend's stall.

I spot a tent, probably the most colorful one in the entire market.

It’s brimming with flowers and garden decorations that are made to reflect sun beams. There’s that lively stall I know.

I call out to her as I approach the stall,

“Katerina!”

“Hey, Lyra!” she says, smiling as warm and welcoming as ever.

Katerina is a pretty girl. A delicate pink flower sits in the dark hair that frames her face. Today she’s wearing her hair up, held together with a golden clip. Her face is peppered with freckles that the summer sun has made pop.

“How are you, Love?” She says welcoming me with a grin.

I return a smile akin to hers,

“I’m well—What do you have today?”

“Oh! Look at these poppies!”

She exclaims with excitement as she pulls a tied bouquet to the forefront of the stall for me.

The vibrant reds and oranges practically glow.

“Those are stunning…” I say as I fondle the petals gently. I find myself softly rubbing them in between my fingertips, feeling how smooth and delicate it is. It carries almost the same feeling as skin….

“Lyra. Are you well?”

I snap out of it—Katerina is smirking at me.

I shake off the thoughts,

“Gods, is it that obvious??”

She bursts out laughing,

“Lyra you’re blushing like a virgin on her wedding night. WHAT are you thinking about?”

The description hits a liiiiiitle too close to home, and I’m sure my face shows it. I look away briefly in an attempt to stop my expression from giving my thoughts away—apparently that was the wrong thing to do.

“Oooh I see,” her smirk morphs into a full fledged grin,

“And how’s the prince~?”

“He’s fine—” I say, but really it was more of a mumble. I continue to refuse to meet her gaze.

She doesn’t even try to conceal her excitement,

“You’re having dirty thoughts aren’t you?? Did something happen between you two? Did you finally lose y—”

“SHHH! Quiet down—“ I hiss in protest, begging her to be quiet.

I blush profusely,

“And no… nothing happened.”

Her face drops,

“Well fuck, Lyra! What’s going on with you then?”

I don’t even try to lie to her, she knows me too well. And besides I trust her with these things. She’s known for quite awhile about my pining.

I half cover my face onto my hand as I lean into my elbow on her counter,

“Zeus, I can’t get this damned dream out of my head!”

A mischievous grin dances on her lips,

“So you WERE having filthy thoughts~ I knew it.”

“I can’t help it! Gods know if I could I would. I feel awful thinking about him in that kind of light… Damn it…” I put my head in my hands,

“I’m being a fucking pervert.”

She cocks her head to the side to look me in the eyes, paralleling mine.

“You’re being YOUNG, you’re going to have thoughts like that. Don’t kill yourself over it.”

Her words don’t do much to choke out the guilt.

“Besides,” Katerina starts,

“Do you know how many other girls have to be pleasuring themselves to the same idea as you?”

I lift my head out of my hands and look at her better with a cringe and total disgust on my face,

“Please never say that again.”

I toy with the poppies trying to get that picture out of my head.

The idea of other girls fantasizing about Telemachus—though surely certain—is enough to make my skin crawl.

…Or make me throw up.

…Or get violent.

…Or all of the above at once.

“I’m just saying,” she put her hands up in defense before crossing her arms.

She’s clearly assumed in my discomfort,

“You at least have a leg up in the situation…”

She grins wickedly,

“…Did you have a leg up in that dream of yours as well?”

I push myself off the counter, pointing an accusatory finger at her,

“ FUCK YOU KATERINA !”

She falls into a fit of laughter at my pretend outburst. She wipes a tear from her eyes,

“Hey, hey! I’m not the one you wanna do that with!“

I groan, “You’re insufferable.”

Still flustered, I roll my eyes at her; she knows not to take it seriously. I take my place back on her counter, watching as a couple approach her stand and start poking and prodding at her wares.

“I’ll let you be, I know it’s busy right now.” I pull myself off the counter.

“It’s been a second since you’ve accompanied your mother to the market, don’t be a stranger ok?” She says with a soft and genuine smile.

“I won’t~” I grin as I'm about to head off to get what I need to make dinner. I'm definitely going to get an extra fish in case we have an unexpected guest tonight.

“And Lyra… do something about those dreams.”

I wave goodbye to her as I return to the sea of people and wonder what she means by that.

Do what exactly?

There’s not much TO do?

I shake my head as I let the thought settle in the back of my mind.