#epic fanfic

[roseddraws]

Astyanax lives AU doodles!

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“Are you drunk?”

“No.” The words were dragged out. One of Elpenor’s hand was scrunching Perimedes’s chiton.

Eurylochus stared at them.

“Idiots. I’m surrounded by idiots.”

“Ouch.” A mirth-filled voice behind him spoke up, and Eurylochus turned fast enough that his neck cricked.

Polites grinned at him, settling beside him with a quick pat on his shoulders. “Idiots, huh?” He prompted.

Eurylochus looked at him for a few moments, taking in the sleepless but bright eyes and the loosely draped clothes. “Yes.” He shrugged, still not looking away from the dark eyes that seemed to float in the flickering candle light.

Polites rolled his eyes at the still bickering pair, gracefully plucking a grape and throwing it at them. By some miracle, Elpenor caught it in his mouth and slowly chewed it, breaking off his speech. Perimedes was broody beside him, but a smile tugged at his mouth as he noticed Polites joining them. “Polites. Hell of a storm up there." Thunder cracked and the ship swayed dangerously as though to highlight his words.

Something calm came over Eurylochus as the voices washed over him. The darkness, for the first time, did not seem to be something hiding danger but instead just the absence of light, surrounding them and forcing them into a small yet unexplainably cozy circle around the small candle, but the flame burned bright, and Eurylochus could not look away from the light even as his eyes watered.

Polites’ hand covered his own, and he looked away, a smile easily resting on his lips like it never had before in his life. These small moments, he decided as Polites caught his smile and his own grew wider, real and unrestrained, lighting up the room like a thousand candles, made it worth it. This was why he faught. This was why he struggled against the current, one man against the vast ocean. It would win in the end, he knew that. Nobody could live like this. This was not life, but these small moments where the water threatening to pull him down disappeared and he could take in a gulp of salty air and stare up at the open skies, these moments made the fight worth it.

...

A snippet from an ongoing fic I could not resist uploading here. I don't really ship Eurylochus and Polites, but this was just too sweet a scene to cut.

[mer-acle]

The five levels of God Games but it's five levels of the players bonding with Athena after her little date with the lightning bolt. Some are right after it happens, some a little later.

Athena is not okay but her family is like really sweet, for once.

Get ready for:

༺𝒜𝓅ℴ𝓁𝓁ℴ༻

🅷🅴🅿🅷🅰🅴🆂🆃🆄🆂

♡ ᗩᑭᕼᖇOᗪITE ♡

𝕬𝖗𝖊𝖘

꧁ℍ𝕖𝕣𝕒꧂

and⚡not Zeus⚡ because no. No bonding for you right after you almost killed your child. I have standards (not high ones but standards)

Everyone else can have character development tho :D

Aphrodite's chapter is on!

[apollosgiftofprophecy]

after educating myself a bit more on Apollo’s involvement in the Odyssey and marinating God Games in my head, and throwing some angst in, this was born :3

Hi @gingermintpepper your post was part of that marination recipe :3333

just so everyone knows right off the bat, I don’t villainize anyone 👍 if you were worried about that dw it’s all good <3 :3

[littlepissbabee]

Hey fellers. I don't have art but i do have FANFICTION 😩

Loosely based off this post from @naori-is-nidaime-hokage. It had the gears in my head TURNING dawg. Thank u for ur inspiration 🫶

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Six

Something about the air in this place puts all their nerves on edge. The ship is nearly consumed by the shadows of overhanding rocks, so numerous they could almost be called a cave. For an hour, it was a welcome respite from the sun. But it’s been far more than an hour since any sunlight shone through the gaps in the rocks above them.  At first he thought it might just be clouds blocking it, but surely by now it’s nighttime.

Though if it’s nighttime, where are the moon and stars? Must be cloudy, too. That still doesn’t explain the mood that is slowly taking over the crew. First it was Melampos’ comment about the lack of fish. Slow fishing days are nothing new, but hasn’t even been a tug on a line or a crab caught in a net for long enough to become unsettling. It’s as if nothing lives here at all.

And it’s so quiet. Not so much as a gentle breeze to stir the water.

All the dark thoughts that he tries to suppress during the day—the ones that pierce him as he struggles to sleep, if the daylight hours haven’t provided enough stimulation to exhaust him—rise to the surface earlier than usual. Often he can hold them at bay until most of the crew has fallen into an exhausted doze, but not today. Eurylochus treats these thoughts as his enemies, populating his consciousness as hordes of faceless Trojans or the deadly swings of the cyclops’ club, but deep down he knows he can only outlast them for so long.

He didn’t think today would be the day they would finally win, but something about this place brings them all to the surface, leaking out of him like blood from a fresh wound. It’s what the thoughts are, really—wounds. Only it’s not blood leaking out of them, because these wounds are long from fresh. He has become a walking wound, swollen with infection, and the darkness and stillness of this place have pushed on him in just the right way to open him up.

The captain is standing at the bow, staring ahead as if he can see something Eurylochus cannot. It occurs to him that he can’t remember the last order Odysseus gave, the last time he spoke. “You’re quiet today,” he observes, resting his hands on the railing alongside his brother and looking down into the dark, still waters. He’s surprised at how even his voice sounds, given the effort he’s putting into holding back the secret that’s been poisoning him for months.

Odysseus lifts one shoulder in a small shrug, his eyes never moving from the curving shadows ahead. “Not much to say.”

He picks up on a slight tremor in his old friend, one that tells him that Odysseus’ even, disinterested tone is as false as his own forced calm. The captain is unsettled, too. And he’s hiding something. Most likely that’s his guilt—he’s always felt it more keenly than Eurylochus, and in these past months he has done many things which he could feel guilt over. The Odysseus who set sail with him for Troy so many years ago would be sick over the things they have done.

The things they’ve had to do. The Trojans, the cyclops, Circe, the sirens, the underworld, those were all necessary to the survival of the crew. He admired his friend for that, his dedication to protecting the lives of the remaining men. He’s made mistakes, even been careless at times, but there’s no denying that tries to do right by his crew. He was willing to stay awake for nine days, to the point of his own destruction, to get them all home.

It was Eurylochus’ anger and fear which had undone that. He made the mistake of worrying about his Ctimene’s brother more than the well-being of the whole crew for one minute, and the consequences were catastrophic. The guilt has been consuming him ever since, and now it bursts from his lips unbidden. “I have a secret I can no longer keep.”

Odysseus doesn’t say anything, doesn’t even look at him. It’s as he guessed, then—his captain already knows, or suspected. No wonder he’s lost faith in him. He tried to tell him sooner, damn it! As soon as they made it to shore after Poseidon decimated the fleet, he’d tried to explain. Ody wouldn’t listen.

That knowledge does nothing, sadly, to draw out the guilt from his festering wound.

“I opened the wind bag while you were asleep.” Still, Ody says nothing. Eurylochus looks down at his hands to find them shaking on the railing. He wonders vaguely if he’s going to be sick, but no, there’s no food in his stomach to expel. “I’m so sorry.”

The captain’s eyes never leave the water. It’s as if he’s not even really here. That thought catches in Eurylochus’ swirling mind. Which of them isn’t really here? Is Odysseus steadfastly pretending Eurylochus doesn’t exist…or is Odysseus someplace else entirely, far away from where his friends can reach?

He tries one last time, because he has to, because it’s Odysseus, because he needs to know. Even if his old friend hates him for what he’s done, he needs to know. This time he puts a hand on Ody’s shoulder as he speaks, with the hope that some physical contact will surprise him into a genuine reaction. “Forgive me!”

Odysseus does start at the touch, and though it’s only to shrug away Eurylochus’ hand, at last he acknowledges him. “Eurylochus. Light up six torches.”

Which is not an answer to his confession. Did he even hear it?

There’s no point in trying to talk to him like this. It’s a relief, in fact, to have something active to do. The darkness of the cave has all but swallowed the ship now, and soon they’ll need the light of fire to steer. It doesn’t occur to him to ask why the captain specified six—they try not to use more supplies than necessary, and that’s probably the number of torches it’ll take to get the job done. He walks away from Odysseus in confused relief, unsure how the captain feels about him but glad to have at last spoken the truth to him. Even if he didn’t hear it Eurylochus has said the words, and that’s something. The wound in his heart has stopped oozing for the moment, and he can go back to focusing on keeping the crew alive.

That starts with picking some men to hold the torches, so that they don’t crash into any of the jagged rocks forming the walls of this place. Ten of the crew were asleep, last he knew. They sleep on a rotation, so that there are at least twenty men rowing at all times. One rotation for sleep, one for duties around the ship, two for rowing. He himself takes partial shifts at the oars, sharing the load in the times when he’s not otherwise engaged. He’s one of the men, after all, and with a diminished crew they need all the hands they have. Besides, he likes rowing. It’s hard, mindless work that helps him sleep.

Maybe that’s why Ody sleeps so little. Mentally, there’s no doubt he exhausts himself, but it’s not the same as good physical labor. He wishes the captain would sleep more, though these days he would never dare to suggest it.

Eurylochus chooses to leave the men currently rowing. There are only twenty of them, and their strength is needed where they are. Two of the men who are supposed to be fishing are asleep, for which he can hardly blame them—there’s nothing to catch. Four men are still trying, one is up in the crow’s nest, and five are sitting on deck mending nets, sails, ropes, and weapons. All of which have seen better days, just like the crew.

Theasides is slumped over the sail in his lap, barely awake. He’s been struggling more and more these past weeks, to the point where he can hardly pull an oar through the water. It’s not just weakness from hunger, but something more. The reds and blues of bruising nearly cover his legs, and he often spits blood. No one says it, but they all suspect it’s only a matter of time until he succumbs to the illness. Maybe if they could find land—a better diet—a doctor—something—he can recover, but that becomes less likely with every day at sea.

Mentally, Eurylochus puts Theasides at the top of the list for torches. The once-burly man resents how useless he is becoming, and he fights against it. Holding a torch is a duty which will keep him awake and focused, make him feel important, and won’t tax his waning strength too much.

Who else? Melampos and Xanthippos can easily be pulled from fishing duty. That’s three. He scans the rest of the men sitting on deck, trying to decide who will benefit the most from spending the next few hours holding a torch. It’s not a difficult job, but right now it’s as critical as rowing. Maybe even more important. Without stars to steer by and the threat of a smashed hull lurking in every jagged wall, light is the only way they’re all getting through here alive.

“Eurylochus?” His eyes snap back to Anaxos, who’s stopped the diligent oiling of his sword to watch Eury’s movements with bright curiosity. He’s one of the oldest men on the ship, but it doesn’t show in the way he moves or speaks. Only his knotty fingers, the lines around his eyes, and his quiet wisdom belie his age. Eurylochus can recall at one point, years ago, thinking that Anaxos reminded him of his own father. These days, his father is such a distant memory that his brain rejects the comparison. Anaxos is only Anaxos, his crewmate and friend. “Any special reason you’re staring at us like that?”

Without the awful mood and darkness, Eurylochus might have smiled sheepishly at him. He hadn’t realized he was looking at them any differently than usual, but it’s just like Anaxos to be the one to notice. “We need light,” he answers bluntly. “Captain says six torches.”

“Only six?” Anaxos asks, and there’s a trace of surprise or disappointment in his voice.

Eurylochus answers with a shrug, since he trusts the captain’s judgement. “It’ll be enough.”

“Your eyes are better than mine,” Anaxos replies with a small shake of his head. He gives his sword one final swipe with the rag, shields it, immediately shivers, and gets to his feet. “I wouldn’t mind taking one, if you’re looking for volunteers. Never thought I’d say this, but I miss the heat we’d get on the beaches at Troy.”

He cracks a weak smile at the attempted humor. “It is cold tonight. You can have one.” Anaxos ducks his head in a grateful nod. Alright, now he’s got four torch men. Who else? He jerks his chin upward, indicating the crow’s nest. “Who’s up there right now?”

“Perimedes,” Telines speaks up. His hands deftly continue weaving a torn net back together as his eyes follow Eurylochus’ gaze. “He was talking about throwing himself off—but I haven’t heard a splash, so I guess he fell asleep.”

Eurylochus scowls. “He shouldn’t make jokes like that. Not after everyone we’ve lost.”

Telines smiles sadly. “I think jokes like that are the only reason he’s not one of them.”

That thought makes Eurylochus’ stomach tighten all over again. Telines is probably right about Perimedes. The fact that anyone on board can still make jokes at all is remarkable, from a certain point of view. He shouldn’t rebuke them for it. But there are so few of the crew left already, the thought of losing any more—of bearing the weight of any more friends’ deaths—is unacceptable. He already worries about Theasides and Perimedes, he doesn’t need Telines starting up with this macabre of humor as well.

It must be this place, or the darkness, or the cold. He’d better give Telines something productive to do as well. Something positive to focus on. He’ll give him some light.

That’s five. Good enough. He’ll hold the last one himself, unless another crewmate volunteers. Nodding to himself, Eurylochus heads to the crate where they keep their supplies, calling the names of his crewmates as he pulls out six wooden staves and a can of oil. “Telines! Anaxos! Xanthippos! Melampos! Theasides! Got a new job for you.”

Anaxos and Telines are already behind him, and the rest are hurriedly finishing up their current tasks. He douses a rag in oil, wraps it around the first stave, and hands it to Anaxos so that he can strike the flint. It takes him several tries to get a flame, but at last the first torch catches and blazes brightly, forcing back the press of the darkness.

Though the faces of his friends are worn, thin, sunburnt, dirty, they are nonetheless a welcome sight. Everyone steps closer to the heat and glow of the fire and Eurylochus bends to prepare a second torch. As he does, just for one brief moment, the warmth of hope flutters inside him to replace the heavy sickness of guilt.

[tess-talks-inc]

My computer watching me write over 2,000 words while listening to the last 50 seconds ish of God Games on manual repeat to be able to show my vision of what I imagine the scene to be like because that part specifically makes me FERAL:

Anyways here ✨

[dapper-lil-arts]

Perks of writing a deranged multiverse fanfic, you can thrown nearly any kind of scene just for the sake of fun.

So I finally got to address the cuntiest MLP character, Nightmare Rarity AND make it about rarijack lol

[enbeemagical]

Idk if anyone's talked about this before but the Wisdom saga made me think about how Penelope isn't just being a loyal wife. I mean, there's loyal, and then there's "Your Majesty your husband is almost definitely dead by now we really really need a new king can you *please* legitimize someone to rule who is actually old enough to do that" the Ithacans probably think she's delusional for insisting that her husband is coming home after twenty years.

Penelope's not stupid, she hopes beyond hope, but she knows the chances of Odysseus making it home dwindle every day. Things happen, out at sea, ships never make it home. She knows there's a much greater chance that she's faithful to a ghost.

But it's not just loyalty. These men courting her would kill her son.

He's Odysseus's heir. All the men who trusted and followed Odysseus, well, Telemachus is his son. He can call on those other kings' friendship with his father. He has Odysseus's legacy behind him. Odysseus's friendships. He's young, but if he's inherited half his father's cleverness, half his father's strength, he's on the way to becoming a powerful king in his own right. A threat to his stepfather's rule.

And the suitors know this. If one of them became king, Telemachus wouldn't be likely to survive-- and if he did, it'd probably be in exile.

And Penelope knows this. So as she watches her son grow up, she says Odysseus must be coming home soon. She says she's waiting for him. And when that won't hold water, she stalls, and watches her son grow into his father's son. Anything she can think of, to give him more time.

She's ruled well, alone, but Ithaca must have a king.

She doesn't tell anyone why she's stalling, not even Telemachus. He's like Odysseus- he needs someone to protect, and right now that's her. Let him defend her virtue against the suitors, and she'll keep stalling, keeping them away from her son's throne until he can claim it.

[obsob]

happy and proud!!

✷(print shop)✷

[dollypopup]

We all need to take more time to appreciate Colin Bridgerton and the details of his sexy dream. In his brain, the ultimate fantasy involves

him walking to Penelope in a new (fully imagined) dress/nightgown as he is cravatless, shirt undone, in her garden in the mist

an APOLOGY to her for how late it is, and that he just HAD to see her (Colin Bridgerton out here putting the man in manners)

STUTTERING through a confession of how much he's been thinking of her ("I rehearsed that speech for hours")

The mist dissipating and turning into flames around them like candlelight (he's a WRITER!!!!!! the metaphors. the VIBES)

Her reply that she ALSO can't stop thinking of him or their kiss (consent KING)

The two of them passionately smooching as he presses her against a wall (they like it rough)

Cushioning the back of her head with his hand as she grabs onto his arm for dear life (but also tender)

Very loud moaning from her as he kisses over her neck and chest (praise kink! praise kink! praise kink!)

and then my man woke up in a SWEAT. chest HEAVING. cheeks RED. from one of the most romantic PG-13 wet dreams possible. this is the guy who was having threesomes like half an episode ago and now he's blushy blushy over the idea of Pen having feelings for him and them smoochin' about it. and you wanna tell me he's NOT the best Bridgerton Boy??? puhlease!!! 11/10, ultimate fave, sign him up for an AO3 account posthaste

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Fic idea - Astyanax in Ithaca

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

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

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

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

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

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

Now his dad is back but with a new child.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Besides, Odysseus has another son anyway, right?

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

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

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

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

He doesn't blame Astyanax.

He just can't stand him.

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

Father said I'm getting better at parrying-

When I was with father on Calypso's island-

Father does this completely differently-

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

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

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

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

Telemachus was tired after all day when he met Odysseus.

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

Odysseus nodded and put a hand on his shoulder.

"Thank you, Telemachus. Well done."

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

"Of course, father."

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

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

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

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

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

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

He no longer watched.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Damn it.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

They stayed silent for a few minutes.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Hug your bloody kid."

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

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

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

[epicbuddieficrecs]

Weekly Recap | March 18th-24th 2024

It's a long one today folks! I hope you enjoy! :) If you know anyone who's not tagged, don't hesitate to let me know!

idk 'bout you but I can't wait for the final part of the premiere on Thursday!!! 😃

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A Little Bit of the Bubbly by Jinko/ @jinkohhh (Post-S6, PWP, Getting Together | 7K | Explicit): Since turning 30, Buck's relationship with champagne has changed. It also manages to change his relationship with Eddie.

washed away (but not) by Jinko / @jinkohhh (S7 Spec | 3K | Teen): “Well, this is awkward.” Every part of Buck wanted to tell Chim to go fuck himself, but he couldn’t, so he didn’t. Nothing made a situation more awkward than pointing out the awkwardness of it. “So which one of you two made the deathbed love confession?” Ravi laughed, and frankly, Ravi could go fuck himself, too. The both of them could go fuck themselves because both Chimney and Ravi were correct.

i like the way you scratch my itch by oklahoma/ @sunshinediaz (BTHB: Hives | 3K | Teen): Buck’s big blue eyes sparkle. “You’re so cute, did you know that?” he asks, leaning close enough Eddie can count the small red-brown-orange freckles all across his nose. “Even when you’re red from poison ivy.” Red. Red from the poison ivy. Yeah, yep, that’s exactly what he’s so red for. Absolutely.

meet you in the middle. by dylaesthetics (Getting Together | 2K | Teen): OR buck and eddie get their shit together during a regular friday movie night at the diaz house.

🔥 Even in Winter There is Eranthis by letmetellyouaboutmyfeels / @letmetellyouaboutmyfeels (Hades/Persephone AU | 45K | Explicit): Buck is supposedly a god. Supposedly. But he's got no idea what his domain is or what role he plays in Olympus. When he meets Christopher, a young boy lost and trying to find his father, he helps Chris get home - and ends up accidentally binding himself to the Underworld. Now bound to Eddie, the god of the dead, Buck must spend half the year with him in the Underworld while winter reigns above. But even as something grows between them, there are still trials to endure. Just because the gods are not mortal... does not mean they cannot die.

🔥 My Blood on Your Skin (My Rose on Your Snow) by letmetellyouaboutmyfeels/ @letmetellyouaboutmyfeels (Mythological AU, BDSM | 80K | Explicit): When Eddie needs cash and fast to take care of Christopher, his LAFD Academy buddy suggests a job as a bouncer at Elysium - an exclusive sex club in downtown Los Angeles. Eddie doesn't care what goes on there, so long as he's paid, but he finds he cares a lot bout the club's enigmatic owner, Evan Buckley, and it's not long before the two of them are violating every boss-employee rule in the book. But there's something different about Buck and the club, something not quite... human. If Eddie wants to keep Buck, he's going to have to delve into the world of immortals, and all the risks that implies.

and check out the amazing podfic!! 🔥 My Blood on Your Skin (My Rose on Your Snow) by letmetellyouaboutmyfeels [Podfic] by Rhea314 (Rhea)/ @rhea314

hold tight, you’re slowly coming back to life by bucksclipboard/ @excuseme-greentea (S7E01 Coda, Getting Together | 3K | Teen): Eddie runs into Natalia at the grocery store. He learns something about her and Buck’s breakup that gives him the final push to take care of his own complicated love life.

🔥 miracles under your sighs and moans by napricot (Sex Pollen, PWP | 21K | Explicit): When Eddie gets exposed to an experimental aphrodisiac on a call, he realizes there’s only one person he trusts to help him get through it: Buck.

Touch Me and I'll Scream by rogerzsteven/ @rogerzsteven (BTHB: Unhealthy Coping Mecanisms, Established Buddie | 5K | Mature): At his low, Buck uses rough sex as a way of self harm.

in another life by bellabrady (Coma AU | 2K | Not Rated): Or: Buck's in a coma and dreams of a life where Daniel never died and he never became a firefighter.

Locations by rogerzsteven/ @rogerzsteven (BTHB: Vomiting, Drowning | 4K | General): In which Buck drowns.

I was born to take care of you by Beulaugh/ @if-music-be-the-food-of-love (Getting Together | 3K | Mature): Buck has a revelation at work and then promptly falls on his face. Eddie Diaz's ass: 1, Evan Buckley: 0

hold the silence. by dylaesthetics (Post-S6 | 3K | Teen): OR while looking for clothes to donate, Buck stumbles upon the shirt he was wearing when Eddie got shot.

Tomorrow we can drive around this town by lamardeuse/ @lamardeuse (S7 Spec, Drunk Eddie | 4K | Mature): If Eddie had been sober, he would have realized it wasn't something to be happy about. But drunk as he was, it had the blood singing in his veins, because Buck was going home with him, not Tommy. Tommy could go fuck himself – or you know, anyone else who was willing, but not Evan Buckley. Because Eddie was a pathetic, sloppy drunk and his best friend had a responsibility to make sure he didn't choke on his own vomit or drown himself in the bathroom sink.

sang to the sea for feelings deep blue by Tizniz/ @tizniz (S7 Spec, Cruise Ship Emergency | 14K | General): God, he hopes Buck got out. That he isn’t trying to get to Eddie. That he gets to go home. And not just because Christopher needs him, although he does since Eddie is fairly certain he’s not making it home this time. He doesn’t let himself dwell too long on that thought. No, Eddie wants Buck to go home because he deserves it. Because Buck deserves to live. Because Eddie needs him to live.

you've got game by browney3dgirl6/ @hoodie-buck (S7E01 Coda, Established Buddie | 1K | General): a silly little late night conversation about chris being a 'ladies man'

take this life and make it yours (take this heart and let it love again) by Maira/ @carrierofthepaperclips (Canon Divergent, Post-Coma | 31K | Mature): Before he could second guess it, he’d dialled Eddie’s number and listened to it ring in his ear. As soon as he heard the click of the connection, he said, “Eddie, what the hell, man?” “I meant what I said. I don’t know who you think you are, but call this number again and I will contact the police.” . . . or, the one where Buck finally figures out he's in love with Eddie, only for things to not go as planned. At first.

if i bleed, you'll be the last to know by heartbeatdiaz/ @loserdiaz (S7, Hurt Buck | 6K | Teen): buck gets stabbed while out on a run and then... doesn't tell anyone about it. eddie loses his shit when he finds out, they have a moment in the kitchen and they kiss.... not necessarily in that order.

Baby, take me by 42hrb / @exhuastedpigeon (S7E01 Coda, Getting Together | 4K | Explicit): “Same thing,” Eddie nuzzled him, stubble scratching even more as he moved his face. When he stopped nuzzling, he pulled back far enough that he could see Buck’s face. “I said stop thinking.” “Kinda hard to turn my brain off.” “Pretty sure I turned it off just fine last night,” Eddie said with a smirk that went straight to Buck’s cock, already half hard just from the way Eddie’s stubble is dragging across his skin. “Is that how I get you to stop thinking?”

when you call me yours by browney3dgirl6/ @hoodie-buck (Established Buddie, Proposal | 5K | General): Buck starts calling Eddie his husband. Only problem...they're not engaged. aka the 5 times Buck refers to Eddie as his husband and the 1 time Eddie makes it true.

just lay back in my arms for one more night by diazbegins/ @evanbegins (Established Buddie, Fluff | 2K | Teen): Buck loves Eddie as he naps.

Brat Burrito by Tizniz/ @tizniz (Established Buddie | 1K | General): Just a cute Buddie moment about breakfast burritos.

it's a sliding into home kind of day by devirnis/ @devirnis (PWP | 3K | Explicit): Eddie’s eyes still don’t leave the television. Frowning to himself, Buck cranes his neck to get a look at what could possibly be more important than him coming home after covering a tragically Eddie-less shift. A baseball game evidently is the answer.

your love is a secret I'm hoping, dreaming, dying to keep by BekkaChaos/ @bekkachaos (New Years Eve, Getting Together | 8K | Teen): aka, Eddie's in love with Buck and he doesn't know how to tell him, until there's a miscommunication and fate (well, Hen) intervenes.

Loose Threads by Daisies_and_Briars/ @cal-daisies-and-briars (Secret Relationship | 3K | Explicit): New to dating and keeping it quiet, Buck and Eddie get a little carried away on a slower shift at the firehouse. But when the alarm eventually sounds, a spur of the moment mistake leaves them a little mixed up.

Married Life by buddiefication (pumpkincreamcoldbrew)/ @911onabc (S5, Getting Together | 2K | General): Taylor films Buck for a TikTok challenge, and Buck finds out he would much rather be his best friend’s husband than his girlfriend’s.

A Seal By Any Other Name (Would Still Be My Best Friend) by bigfootsmom (Seal!Buck, Post-Tsunami | 5K | General): Evan "Buck" Buckley is a collection of oddities. But they're just what makes Buck Buck and Eddie loves him for them. Eddie had thought that after their years of friendship (and maybe something more) that nothing Buck could do would surprise him anymore. But there is one oddity that Eddie never saw coming. “How about you start with why there was a seal in my bathtub and now there’s just you in my bathtub.” (Part 1 of Seal!Buck as in the aquatic mammal)

Just Add Water by bigfootsmom (Seal!Buck, Tsunami | 3K | General): There may be more to Buck than meets the eye. But he's still only human(ish) and getting stuck in a natural disaster with his best friend's son is still all sorts of terrifying. A small hysterical part of his brain thinks about how ironic it would be if this was how he died. Him, a mythical aquatic creature, drowning. The universe would surely laugh and the long line of Buckley ancestors would turn in their graves. (Part 2 of Seal!Buck as in the aquatic mammal)

you can be my daddy (come on, you know you like) by bigfootsmom (Getting Together, Daddy Kink | 4K | Mature): Buck has a teeny tiny problem. One, he's in love with his best friend. Two, he wants to call said best friend Daddy.

It's the softness that breaks you by bigfootsmom (BDSM, Hurt/Comfort | 6K | Explicit): Or the one where Buck has more issues with intimacy than he had originally thought.

lay your love on me by bigfootsmom (PWP, Getting Together | 3K Explicit): Buck never thought the words he said to Eddie in the kitchen would ever come back to haunt him like this. Honestly, he’s not complaining.

you made me feel (i've got nothing to hide) by bigfootsmom (Virgin!Buck, Established Buddie, PWP | 8K | Explicit): Buck has a secret: Contrary to popular belief, Evan "Buck" Buckley is actually a virgin.

WIP

🔥 Right Where You Left Me by hyacinthusbloom/ @thebloomingheather (Canon Divergent, Post-S4, Angst | 22/? | 162K | Explicit | ❗️Warning: Rape/Non-con): "Therapy?" Eddie suggests. Buck almost laughs, but instead says, "I'll go if you go." Because he had fully expected him to be chicken shit, to disagree, and instead Eddie, the bastard, replies, "Deal." Or Buck never tells anyone that he slept with his therapist and deals with the butterfly effect years later.

🔥 Any Other Way by Daisies_and_Briars/ @cal-daisies-and-briars (Canon Divergent, S2 | 6/18 | 37K | Mature): In a switcheroo alternate universe, Buck spends young adulthood in the military, while Eddie, who has no idea Christopher exists, spends his twenties messing around, finally enjoying freedom away from his family’s expectations. When they both end up in Los Angeles, at the 118, some things are different, and others will be the same in any universe.

🔥 Things We're All Too Young to Know by Daisies_and_Briar / @cal-daisies-and-briars (Canon S1-S6, S7 Spec | 122/? | 374K | Mature): This is a love story. Even if it doesn’t always look like it. Even if it doesn’t always feel like it. A look back on Eddie and Buck's lives up to now, and what led them to each other, interpreted from the current 9-1-1 canon.

[mer-acle]

Imagine this.

Hera never saw Athena as her own. She's at least not a bastard child technically but it's not her biological child so who cares about her.

And now she's hurt. Athena is lying on the floor of the arena and she's bleeding.

Hera is staying because it's what Zeus expects and she manages to calm him down some.

Athena wakes and Zeus bows down to her and Hera sees that she's terrified. Breaths hitching as she tries not to cry. And Hera sees the way Athena looks away, how she flinches when he gets close and she sees Ares gripping his chiton because he's nervous, and Hephaestus struggling to meet his father's eyes. She sees, for the first time, that Athena, too, was a child who needed protection. Who needed a mother.

That Athena should have been a part of the family she is supposed to protect. That all of his kids should have been.

[anniflamma]

That one Zeus/Ody fanfic

Did you enjoy ‘There are Other Ways of Persuasion’? because I'm writing a sequel since I saw the part two of Zeus/Ody

And did you read "I'm Your Darkest Moment"???????

It was a fun read! When I spotted it, I was surprised to see my name in the summary XD

Loved Ody's last line!

I think I've not read 'I'm Your Darkest Moment'. The cannibalism tag most likely scared me away. 😅

[mircsy]

Read my DiOdy Collection on AO3 (a bunch of short scenes and stories with Diomedes and /OR Odysseus in focus)

NOTE: The collection is locked, which means that only REGISTERED USERS can read it

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