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amitiel-truth · 3 months ago

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River Maiden Pt. 7

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Part 11,

(A/N: You know you guys can ask me anything, right?)

With bated breaths, Penelope and (Y/N) stands guard to protect themselves, watching the door for the worse, as (Y/N) stands in front of Penelope, the dagger given to her tightly held onto her hand, preparing herself.

After a few hours screaming, silence took over, the Palace had never been more quiet, it's like

"The Suitors... it's like they're gone..." (Y/N) mutters, looking at Penelope in shock

Queen Penelope gazes around in surprise, her ears straining, trying to listen closely. It was unusual for such silence to fall over the Suitors, and it was setting her on edge.

"Where...could they have gone?" she wonders, her voice hushed as to not draw attention to them. Her eyes narrow, a hint of suspicion flickering in them.

Suddenly, a knock was heard, soft and familiar

"Mother? (Y/N)?" It's Telemachus

"Telemachus!" (Y/N) springs to her feet, removing the barricades, Penelope also follows, making the process faster, pushing the cabinet away, (Y/N) quickly opens the door.

Telemachus steps through the door, his face filled with relief as he sees the two women on the other side. He immediately goes to them, wrapping them in a firm hug.

"Mother...(Y/N)...I'm glad to see you both safe and unharmed," he breathes, holding them tightly against him.

"My love, you're covered in blood!" (Y/N) panics once more, caressing his face through his helmet.

"It's alright, it's not mine," Telemachus reassures her, removing his helmet and placing a hand over hers as she cups his cheek. He gives her a tired smile, though his eyes are still filled with exhaustion and tension from the journey home.

"And the guards, are they-"

"They're fine, I just dismissed them for the day. Oh, thank the Gods I gave you two guards." Telemachus praises, hugging (Y/N) tightly, before turning to look at his Mother.

"He's here" Telemachus says to her, his eyes filled with joy.

Queen Penelope can't help the flicker of happiness and relief that crosses her face at Telemachus's words. She steps closer to him, a small smile appearing on her lips.

"He...is?" she repeats softly, a hint of disbelief in her voice. Even after so many, many years. she had not lost hope that her husband would come back.

"We'll leave you both to talk" Telemachus leads (Y/N) out of the Queen's quarters, passing by a very tired, bloody man.

The tired, bloodied man looks up as Telemachus and Egeria pass by, his eyes filled with a mixture of relief and exhaustion. Telemachus pauses for a moment as their gazes meet, a flash of recognition in his eyes. He gives the man a nod before continuing to escort (Y/N) out of the hall.

(Y/N) recognizes the man to be the Beggar she helped. "Telemachus, is he?..."

Telemachus nods, a small smile tugging at his lips. "Yes, that was him," he confirms quietly. "He's alive, (Y/N). He's finally come back to us."

(Y/N) smiles at him. "Your family's finally complete" She muses.

Telemachus smiles warmly at (Y/N) words. The thought of his family finally being reunited after so many years is a weight lifted from his shoulders. He wraps an arm around her, pulling her close to him.

"Yes, we are," he replies, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. "And...I have you, as well."

(Y/N) smiles, hugging him back.

"Oh, How I've missed you, my Love." (Y/N) admits, hugging him tightly, despite all the blood on him, she didn't care, her Prince is back.

After days of clean up and punishments being sorted out onto the servants who betrayed the crown. The day finally came. It was time for (Y/N), his beloved fiancée, to meet his father, Odysseus.

"Love, Is my hair perfect? My clothes kept? Ooh, I'm so nervous" (Y/N) paces in place, rubbing her hands, fixing her hairpieces on her (h/l) (h/c) hair, straightening her peplus.

Telemachus chuckled warmly at (Y/N) nervous pacing. She was so endearing when she was this flustered. He took her hands in his and pulled her closer, looking deep into her eyes.

"(Y/N), my love," he said gently, "You look absolutely beautiful, as always. And my father is going to adore you, I know it."

"But...I'm no Princess, not even any wealth to show for, heck, You found me bathing in a river... Your Mother may have approved of us, but are you truly certain about me?" (Y/N) asked with a frown, second guessing their choices.

Telemachus's expression softened even more at (Y/N)'s words. He raised her hands to his lips and kissed them gently.

"(Y/N), you are more precious to me than any Princess or wealth could ever be. I am certain of you, more than I have ever been of anything. My mother's approval was a gift, but it is nothing compared to how much you are loved by me." He gazed into her eyes reassuringly.

(Y/N) her head to Telemachus's, looking for reassurance, before taking a deep breath, smiling at him.

"I'm glad you didn't fall in love with me for just my body" (Y/N) teases, reminding him of their second meeting by the river.

Telemachus chuckled, a hint of color rising to his cheeks as the memory of their second meeting flooded back. He pulled her closer and nuzzled her hair.

"I admit, your body is...quite unforgettable," he said with a smirk. "But I fell in love with you for so much more. Your laughter, your spirit, your kindness, your strength...the list is endless, my love."

"Oh you" (Y/N) muses, pulling his face up to hers to kiss him.

Telemachus's body instinctively relaxed as her lips met his, the familiar sensation of her kiss calming his nerves. As their lips separated, Telemachus couldn't help but let out a soft sigh.

"You make my heart race, even after all this time," he murmured, his eyes locked into hers. "You know I'd have stayed in that river with you forever, if I could."

"And yet you sneaked me to your room for...a second round" (Y/N) teases with a smile.

Telemachus chuckled at the memory, his grin widening.

"Yes, well, if I recall correctly, you were quite persuasive," he teased back. "How could I resist, when the most beautiful nymph in the land was in my bed, asking for more?"

"When will you ever stop your nymph theories?" (Y/N) asked, rubbing her nose against his.

Telemachus laughed softly, enjoying the playful contact. He ran a hand through her hair, a gesture he knew she loved.

"When will you ever stop resembling one so much," he retorted, his tone full of affection. "With your (H/L) tresses, your (E/C) eyes, and the way you move like water...you're the very image of a nymph, my love."

"I'm surprised you haven't impregnated me yet~" (Y/N) teases seductively.

Telemachus's eyes darkened at her words, a flicker of desire passing over his face.

"Believe me, the thought has crossed my mind...more than once," he replied, his voice low and filled with longing.

He gently pushed her back against the wall behind her, his body pressing closely to hers. His hands moved to her hips, and he leaned in to whisper in her ear. "You know I want nothing more than to make you mine completely...in every way possible."

"Maybe that can wait after you introduce your bride to your Father, right, Telemachus?" Suddenly, the throne room opens, his mother saw the whole thing.

Telemachus quickly pulled back from (Y/N), his cheeks warm with embarrassment at being caught. His mother's raised eyebrow was a clear reprimand.

"Mother," Telemachus began, struggling to regain his composure. "I...we were just—"

"Apologies, Mother" (Y/N) walks up to her with a smile.

"As I've said before, Your son can't keep his hand to himself" (Y/N) sighs, putting blame on Telemachus.

Telemachus opened his mouth to protest, but (Y/N)'s words caught him off guard. He gave her a half-hearted glare, knowing he had been caught in the act.

Telemachus's mother smiled at (Y/N)'s honesty.

"Yes, I'm well aware of my son's...attentions," she said, her gaze shifting to Telemachus. "I've seen more than I care to admit, and I have no doubt I'll see more before your wedding."

Telemachus, still blushing, ran a hand through his hair. "Mother, I was just—"

His mother held up a hand, cutting him off. "Save it, my dear. I'm only teasing you. But do try to keep your public displays of affection a bit more discreet, if you would. Your Father is waiting" Penelope opens the door more, walking back in

Telemachus took a deep breath, trying to calm his flushed cheeks. He took (Y/N)'s hand, giving her a playful nudge.

"Well, let's not keep him waiting any longer," he said, his voice tinged with a hint of nerves.

With his mother watching them, Telemachus led (Y/N) into the throne room, his heart pounding in his chest.

(Y/N) held his hand tightly, taking a deep breath.

Telemachus squeezed her hand reassuringly, feeling the same nervous energy pulsing through her. They walked into the throne room and Telemachus's father, Odysseus, stood from his throne to greet them.

Odysseus's eyes flicked between Telemachus and (Y/N). He studied (Y/N) with a mixture of curiosity and skepticism. "So, this is the young woman who has captured my son's heart?" he said, his voice gruff.

"Your Majesty, If I may introduce myself, I am (Y/N) of Gibraltar." (Y/N) bowed, introducing herself.

Odysseus's eyebrows raised in surprise.

"(Y/N) of Gibraltar, you say?" he mused, his gaze appraising. "A long journey from that distant land, to find yourself here, in our humble kingdom."

His tone was not unkind, but there was a hint of skepticism in his eyes. “What could have made you give up your homeland for Telemachus?”

"Oh, I didn't even know of the Prince, I went to Ithaca to start a new life, a fresh start, and live in the wilderness in solitude, that was the plan at first, until I met your son" (Y/N) explains, looking at the ground, blushing a bit.

Odysseus nodded, his gaze shifting from (Y/N) to Telemachus.

"And how did this chance meeting come to be?" he asked, his gaze studying Telemachus intently. "You found her bathing in the river, I suppose?"

Telemachus and (Y/N) grew quite at how accurate Odysseus's guess is, blushing.

Odysseus chuckled, his eyes sparkling with amusement.

"I knew it," he said, his gruff tone turning into a teasing one. "My son has always had a weakness for beautiful nymphs. I suppose he found you bathing and was immediately smitten, hmm?"

"Oh, not you too theorizing I'm a nymph" (Y/N) sighs, a hand over her face.

Odysseus laughed heartily, his demeanor thawing somewhat.

"Well, you can hardly blame us," he said, giving (Y/N) an admiring glance. "With your (E/C) eyes and (h/l) tresses, you look like you were plucked straight from the riverbanks."

As Odysseus's laughter subsided, his expression grew more serious. He turned his gaze to Telemachus, his eyes studying his son intently.

"And you, Telemachus," he said, his voice dropping to a more serious tone. "You're sure of your feelings for this young woman? You know nothing of her background, her family..." (Y/N) lips pursed, looking at the ground.

Telemachus met his father's gaze, his expression unwaveringly confident.

"I am certain of my feelings, Father," he said, his voice firm and steady. "I do not care about her background or family. The heart does not ask such questions. My heart has chosen (Y/N), and nothing else matters to me."

Odysseus leaned back on his throne, a sly smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. Telemachus knew that look. His father was up to something.

"Very well, then," Odysseus said, his gaze flitting to (Y/N). "If your affection is so unshakable, let us test your claim." Telemachus's brows furrowed slightly, sensing the challenge in his father's words. But he said nothing, trusting that his father had a purpose behind his test.

Odysseus leaned forward, a twinkle in his eyes. "Tell me, Telemachus," he said, his tone casual. "How much did you pay her? I heard the women of Gibraltar are quite expensive."

"Excuse me?" (Y/N) asked, raising her head.

The king let out another laugh as Penelope shot him a look. Telemachus tensed again as his father continued to chuckle and leaned forward slightly in the throne.

”Well, you have to pay for something this valuable, don’t ya?”

The king continued with a smirk, eyeing you and Telemachus’ intertwined hands.

”I’ve traveled all around the Mediterranean Sea, and women like you don’t fall into a man’s lap without him being very, very wealthy.”

(Y/N) grew quite for a moment, taking a deep breath, before smirking. "With all due respect, Sir, I simply went to Ithaca to start a new life of solitude, your son was the one who couldn't stay away when he found me bathing in one of the rivers of Ithaca.

if you think so poorly of me, then that's too bad, I don't have plans of letting go of him as he does with me" (Y/N) bites back with a smirk, remembering Queen Penelope's lesson of her being unflappable.

Telemachus's heart swelled with pride at (Y/N)'s words. He gripped her hand tighter, silently applauding her bravery and confidence in the face of his father's challenging remarks.

Odysseus's eyes widened at (Y/N)'s retort, and his smirk faded slightly. He hadn't expected her to speak so unapologetically and confidently. He glanced briefly over at Penelope, who had a secret smile on her face, clearly impressed.

Odysseus sat back in his throne, the air in the room suddenly quieter, thicker.

(Y/N) looks at him in the eyes with a tight frown, unwavering.

Telemachus watched the interaction between (Y/N) and his father intently. He could see the surprise and begrudging respect in Odysseus's eyes at (Y/N)'s unflinching gaze and bold response.

"It seems," Odysseus said slowly, leaning back in his throne, "I have underestimated you, young lady....but it remains to be seen if you're worthy of my son."

He held her gaze for a few more moments, his expression inscrutable.

There was a charged silence in the room as Odysseus scrutinized (Y/N), the tension between them almost palpable. Telemachus remained quiet, but his grip on (Y/N)'s hand tightened in a silent show of support.

After what felt like an eternity, Odysseus finally nodded. "Well, you have fire, I'll give you that."

Odysseus looked at them, his gaze steady and filled with gratitude. “When I stood among the suitors, mocked and insulted, stripped of my name and my pride, you stood apart. You defended me, a beggar in their eyes, and gave me what no riches could buy—kindness, food, and a place to rest. In that moment, you revealed your true nature: noble, compassionate, and far greater than any of those men who claimed to be worthy. I will not forget what you did for me.”

He thought about how she had cared for him without knowing his true identity, without any expectations or ulterior motives. It was a genuine act of kindness, something rare and sincere. Odysseus had been all over the place, and he knew all too well how rare that was.

"You've got kindness and a sharp tongue," he said, a touch of approval in his voice. "A dangerous combination."

In the midst of Odysseus's thoughts, another memory came to the forefront. When the suitors had grown even more bold, planning to raid the castle, attack Telemachus as he was on his way home, and take (Y/N) and Penelope for themselves, (Y/N) had not run. Instead, she had stood tall, protecting him and Penelope by stationing her remaining guards outside their bedroom door and standing watch with nothing but a dagger, determined to defend them.

"You've got bravery as well. The guts to stand and fight...to protect what you care about," he said, his voice softer than before, his gaze flickering to Telemachus. "That kind of loyalty doesn't come easily."

Odysseus looked (Y/N) in the eyes and spoke his next words with surprising earnestness. "I also want to thank you," he said, his voice gruff but sincere. "For protecting my wife when the suitors were getting particularly...aggressive."

"You could've fled to safety yourself," he added, "but instead, you stood your ground. That...takes strength."

Penelope, who had been quietly watching the whole ordeal, smiled softly at her husband's words. She knew how much he loved and valued her, and it warmed her heart to hear him thank (Y/N) for defending her.

"It was nothing, Your Majesty, it was the right thing to do" (Y/N) answered with a smile.

a small smile tugging at the corner of his Odysseus lips. "Well, not everyone does the right thing, especially when faced with danger," he said. "But it seems...I've judged you too harshly. You're a lot more than just a pretty face, aren't you?"

"Why do you think I wanted to live in the woods in solitude?" (Y/N) quips with a grin with a shrug.

Odysseus chuckled at (Y/N)'s retort, admiring her spunk.

"You're quick too," he said, leaning back in his throne. "I guess solitude didn't dampen your wit, eh?"

"It's what got your son's attention" (Y/N) added.

"Ah, yes," Odysseus said, eyeing Telemachus, who had been mostly silent, taking in the exchange. "I can see my son has good taste. Sharp wits, bravery...and beauty. There's only one thing that concerns me."

He leaned forward, his gaze flickering to (Y/N). His voice grew more serious.

"You're a foreigner. You're from a land far from Ithaca. How do I know you won't up and leave one day, taking Telemachus's heart with you?"

(Y/N) chuckles, shaking her head.

"Don't think so lowly of me, Your Majesty, there are no places I'd rather go without him" (Y/N) answers with a sigh.

"And now that you mentioned it, he's probably planning on chaining me to his bed." (Y/N) commented, placing a hand on her cheek, troubled, while on the insides she's thinking of...unholy ideas.

Telemachus, who had been silently listening, blushed furiously at her quip, looking anywhere but at his father.

Odysseus raised his eyebrows at her comment, a slight smirk playing on his lips. Penelope bit back a laugh.

"Chaining you to his bed, hmm?" Odysseus mused, glancing at Telemachus, who was still blushing furiously.

"Are you sure you want to marry a man who is this," Odysseus gestured to Telemachus, who had buried his head in his hands, blushing furiously, "easy to fluster?" he joked, enjoying the spectacle.

"The best kind of man to marry" (Y/N) looks at the flustered Telemachus. fondly.

"His everything I could ever ask for."

Odysseus's smirk softened, his mind flickering to a memory of his own. Years ago, when he was young and fiery like Telemachus, he too had been easy to fluster, especially when he was around Penelope.

He studied (Y/N) and Telemachus, seeing the genuine affection between them, and his resistance softened. Telemachus and (Y/N)'s relationship mirrored his own youthful passionate love for Penelope, and it stirred something within him.

Penelope watched (Y/N) and Telemachus's interaction with a soft smile. She recognized the look of youthful love, of two people completely smitten with each other.

She glanced at Odysseus and saw a hint of softness in his eyes as he watched Telemachus and (Y/N). It reminded her of how they were in their younger days, just as infatuated and devoted to each other.

She laid a hand on Odysseus's arm and spoke up for the first time since the discussion started.

"They're very much in love, don't you think, my dear?" she said, her voice gentle but holding a hint of amusement, knowing it would get a rise out of Odysseus.

Odysseus shot her a sidelong glance, rolling his eyes playfully, but there was no heat behind it.

"They're young," he grumbled, pretending to look annoyed, "they're always 'in love' at that age, aren't they?"

Penelope let out a soft laugh, her eyes twinkling mischievously.

"Yes, and I'm sure you were no exception," she teased, referring to his own tumultuous youthful love affair with her.

Odysseus huffed out an embarrassed laugh, knowing full well he was caught.

"Ah, well, I was young and foolish," he said gruffly, scratching his chin. "We've grown wiser since then, haven't we, my love?"

Penelope smiled, her eyes filled with warmth.

"We have, my dear," she agreed, patting his arm affectionately. "But it's endearing to see Telemachus and (Y/N) in the throes of love like we once were. Brings back memories, doesn't it?"

Odysseus gave a grunt of agreement. His stern demeanor softened as he looked back at Telemachus and (Y/N), who were too engrossed in each other to notice the conversation between Odysseus and Penelope.

"Aye, it does," he admitted quietly, his gaze turning a shade reminiscent. "Youthful love...it's a powerful thing, isn't it?"

Penelope smiled, sensing the hint of nostalgia in her husband's voice. She knew that behind his gruff exterior, Odysseus still harbored a soft spot for young love.

"It certainly is," she agreed, her voice soft. "And it seems Telemachus has found a love that's just as fiery as we had in our youth."

Odysseus sat on his throne, contemplating Telemachus and (Y/N) for a few more moments before finally making up his mind. He took a deep breath and spoke, his voice firm but his eyes holding a hint of acceptance.

"Telemachus," he said, his eyes flickering to his son, "I can see how much you care for this young woman. And I've seen her bravery firsthand. She's not some fragile thing to be protected, she can stand on her own two feet and fight when she needs to."

He paused for a moment, letting his words sink in. Telemachus's grip on (Y/N)'s hand tightened, a silent plea for a favorable verdict.

Odysseus continued, his eyes shifting between Telemachus and (Y/N). "If you truly believe she's the one you want to spend your life with, then I'd be a fool to stand in your way."

"So...I grant you my blessing," he said, his voice gruff but there was a hint of a smile on his lips. Telemachus let out a sigh of relief, his face lighting up. Penelope chuckled quietly, pleased at her husband's decision.

"Thank you, Your Majesty" (Y/N) bows once more.

Odysseus raised a finger, his expression firm.

"But," he said, his voice turning serious again, "there are a couple of things I need to make clear. First, Telemachus," he looked at his son, "you are the heir to my throne. You have duties and responsibilities to Ithaca and our people. No matter what, your duties come first."

Telemachus nodded quickly, understanding the weight of his father's words. "Of course, Father," he said, his voice steady. "I will honor my duties and lead Ithaca with honor."

"Good," Odysseus nodded, satisfied with Telemachus's response. His gaze then shifted to Egeria. "And you, (Y/N), you understand what comes with being Telemachus's wife one day. You're not just marrying him, you're marrying into a world of responsibilities, politics, and, of course," he added with a small smirk, " with me as your father-in-law."

(Y/N) smiles brightly " I wouldn't have it any other way"

Odysseus couldn't help but chuckle at Egeria's quick response. He was starting to respect her spunk, a quality he appreciated.

"Well, that's good to hear," he said, his voice laced with humor. "Because you're in for a wild, if not a little insane, ride."

He pointed a finger at them, his smile turning a bit stern again. "And one more thing...no late-night escapades, you hear me? Ithaca doesn't need any...unexpected surprises just yet."

(Y/N) and Telemachus blushes, looking at the ground, unable to look at him in the eye.

The sight of Telemachus and (Y/N) blushing and avoiding eye contact with him was a sight Odysseus hadn't anticipated. He was expecting them to object or laugh off his warning. Instead, they looked like they got caught red-handed.

His eyebrows raised, a tinge of suspicion in his eyes. "What...are you not telling me?" he asked, his voice laced with wary curiosity.

"They have been coupling since the second day they met" Penelope reveals, stringing the pot.

"MOM!" Telemachus protested, his face as red as a tomato.

Odysseus's eyes widened, looking back and forth between Telemachus and (Y/N), both turning furiously red.

"What...?" Odysseus blurted out, looking at Penelope. "They've been doing what since...the second day they met?!"

"I know." Penelope looks at him with a teasing grin.

(Penelope knows because of the chats she has with (Y/N) in between lessons.)

Odysseus ran a hand through his hair, still in disbelief. He was caught off guard by this revelation. He knew Telemachus was young and smitten, but he didn't realize things had progressed so quickly.

"By the gods," he muttered, turning to Telemachus and (Y/N), who were still unable to look him in the eye. "This...is a lot to process, especially so fast. Telemachus, I thought...you said you were taking things slow."

"And what? They did it by the river where they met, like how our bed is the olive tree that we first met?" Odysseus asked just trying to make light in the situation...it didn't help, as the two grew quieter, and redder.

Telemachus and (Y/N) looked like they wanted the ground to open up and swallow them whole.

Odysseus's eyes widened as the pieces started falling into place. "Wait...wait a minute..."

He pinched the bridge of his nose, trying to wrap his head around the idea that his son had taken things much, much farther than he had let on.

"By the river...?" he repeated, his voice a mix of disbelief and frustration.

Odysseus's face contorted as he tried to process Telemachus's...efficiency. He was both annoyed and, oddly enough, somewhat impressed by his son's tenacity.

"I have to say, Telemachus," he began, looking at his son with a mixture of irritation and reluctant admiration, "you certainly don't waste time, do you? It took me several months to court your Mother, and yet you..." he trailed off, shaking his head. "Well, you're faster than your old man, I'll give you that."

"If it's any consolation, Sir, your son can't keep his hands to himself" (Y/N) passes the blame to Telemachus once more.

Telemachus shot (Y/N) a betrayed look, his face growing even redder, if that was possible.

Odysseus's eyes widened, his jaw dropping slightly. He looked between Telemachus and (Y/N), clearly enjoying Telemachus's discomfort.

"Oh, really now?" he said, scratching his jaw, his tone filled with amusement.

"So, my son's been a bit... handsy, has he?" he said, a smirk playing on his lips.

Odysseus glanced at Telemachus, who looked like he was trying to disappear on where he stood, before looking back at (Y/N). "And you're not exactly the quiet, demure type, are you?"

"Sir, if there's a blushing, adorable Prince, what is there to not decide on?" (Y/N) asked, tilting her head, making Telemachus embarrassed once more.

Odysseus chuckled, appreciating (Y/N) bluntness. "Fair enough, that's a good point."

As (Y/N) spoke, Telemachus looked about ready to sink where he stood with embarrassment.

Odysseus's mind then wandered to a different thought, realizing the implications of (Y/N) and Telemachus's...close relationship.

He raised an eyebrow, a sly smile on his lips. "You know, that also means I could expect grandchildren sooner than I anticipated."

Telemachus looked absolutely mortified, burying his face in his hands. He was clearly not ready to think about that just yet.

Odysseus, on the other hand, was now having too much fun with Telemachus's discomfort. He had to give credit where it was due; his son had chosen a partner who could certainly hold her own.

"Oh, don't look so embarrassed, Telemachus," he teased, enjoying every minute of it. "Every man becomes a father at some point. I suppose you'll be one sooner rather than later."

Telemachus mumbled something inaudible, still hiding his face.

Odysseus turned his attention to (Y/N), who seemed to be enjoying the banter just as much as he was.

"And you, my future daughter-in-law," he said, his voice teasing, "you seem quite eager to become a mother."

"If it's with him, I don't mind" (Y/N) answers honestly.

Odysseus's smile broadened. He had to respect (Y/N)'s directness and honesty. Telemachus, on the other hand, managed to turn an even deeper shade of red, if that was possible.

"Well, isn't that sweet?" Odysseus said, his tone still laced with playful sarcasm. "You two are eager to start a family, aren't you?"

After a long day of teasing, (Y/N) and Telemachus are finally dismissed, as they begin walking back to Telemachus's room.

"Well that went better than expected" (Y/N) says in thought, while Telemachus is behind her, hugging her with his face on her shoulder while walking.

Telemachus mumbled something indistinguishable with his face buried in (Y/N)'s shoulder.

As they continued walking, Telemachus's words became clearer. "You were enjoying that, weren't you?" he said, his voice muffled but a hint of amusement in his tone.

He lifted his head to look at (Y/N)'s. "I was the one getting teased half to death, and you seemed to be loving every minute of it."

"Oh, I'm sorry, My Love." (Y/N) pecked his lips.

"Do you want me to make it up to you?~" (Y/N) asked with a seductive smile.

Telemachus's mood lifted instantly. Despite the earlier embarrassment, he couldn't help but smile at her words.

"And how do you plan on making it up to me, hm?" he said, his voice playful. "I hope you have something..." he leaned in close, whispering in her ear, "sinful in mind."

"Well, I know you have some rope under your bed, it's not a chain but... it'll do~" (Y/N) smiled, rubbing his chest.

Telemachus's eyes widened slightly at her bold suggestion, his heart starting to race a bit faster.

"Oh, so you know about those, do you?" he said, trying to maintain a calm demeanor, but the excitement was evident in his voice.

"And you think you can handle them, hm?" He wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her closer.

"Only one way to find out, My possessive Prince~" (Y/N) swoons, caressing his cheek.

Telemachus shivered at the touch on his cheek; her caresses always sent a pleasant tingling sensation through him.

"You're testing my limits, love," he said, his voice dropping to a deeper, huskier tone. He gently pushed her back against the wall, pinning her there with his body.

"I don't know if you're ready for just how possessive I can get."

"Let's find out~"

Telemachus, his dominant tendencies surfacing, grinned as he scooped (Y/N) up, tossing her over his shoulder.

🔞🔞🔞

He chuckled at her surprised gasp, his hand resting firmly on her backside as he walked them towards the room.

"You're playing a dangerous game, my love," he said, his voice a mix of desire and determination.

(Y/N) giggles, before gasping as Telemachus spanked her

Telemachus's hand connected with the soft curve of (Y/N)'s backside with a sharp slap, eliciting a gasp from her that made him smile.

He was enjoying this, relishing in the control and the power he held over her at the moment, even as he continued carrying her to the room.

"You seem to enjoy being naughty, don't you?" he said, his voice turning a little darker. "You like riling me up, making me want to put you in your place, don't you?"

"Anything to make you ravenous~" (Y/N) teases with a smile.

Telemachus grunts in approval at her words, feeling a wave of intense desire wash over him.

He pushes open the door to the room and kicks it shut behind them, still carrying (Y/N) over his shoulder. He tosses her onto the bed with a smirk.

"You're asking for it, love," he said, his eyes darkening with desire. "And I don't think you have any idea just how ravenously possessive I can get."

"I think I have an idea~" She answers, laying on his bed

Telemachus leans over her, enjoying the view of (Y/N) lying on his bed, dressed in her classic peplos.

He runs a hand along the edge of her peplos, his eyes drinking in her form.

"You look like a goddess laid out before me," he says, his voice thick with desire. "And I'm about to ravage you like one."

"then what are you waiting for? That's not how you worship your goddess" (Y/N) pouted at him.

Telemachus chuckled, her pout inciting a mixture of amusement and desire within him.

"So impatient," he said, his hand gliding down to the hem of her peplos. "But what kind of worshipper would I be if I didn't pay the proper homage to my goddess?"

With a swift movement, he flipped her over, positioning her on her stomach. Telemachus's hand pressed firmly against her lower back, pinning her down to the bed.

"Now, you're in a prime position to be worshipped, love."

His eyes darted to the edge of the bed where the ropes were hidden under the sheets. A wicked smile spread across his face.

"You want to be worshipped, love?" he purred, his hand sliding up and down the bare skin of her leg. "Then I need you completely at my mercy."

He moved away from the bed, grabbing the ropes and returning to her side.

"Lift your hands toward me," he commanded, his voice authoritative and unwavering.

(Y/N) blushes, lifting her arms up onto while still laying on her stomach, with Telemachus pining her down on his bed.

Telemachus's lips curled into a satisfied smile as she raised her arms obediently.

He took the ropes and started wrapping them around her wrists, securing them together. Then he lifted her arms over her head and secured the other end to the bed frame, effectively restraining her.

Leaning down, he spoke in her ear, his voice low and commanding. "Now, you're completely surrender to my will."

(Y/N) blushes heavily, burying her face onto the bed.

Seeing her face flushed with embarrassment and arousal sent a jolt of pleasure through Telemachus. He loved seeing her so submissive and vulnerable, completely at his mercy.

He took a moment to admire the sight before him — (Y/N), lying face down, her arms bound above her head, and at his complete disposal.

Telemachus ran his hand down her back, feeling the warmth of her skin. "You look so beautiful like this," he whispered, his voice both tender and possessive. "Completely mine to do with as I please

Telemachus tugged at the hem of her peplos, slowly lifting the fabric. His breath quickened at the sight of her bare skin being revealed to him inch by inch.

"You have no idea how long I've wanted to see you like this," he said, his voice slightly hoarse with desire. "Completely vulnerable, completely at my mercy, completely mine."

He continued lifting the peplos, slowly exposing more and more of her body to his view. Telemachus's eyes roamed over her, taking in every inch of her skin greedily.

His hands caressed her exposed flesh, tracing the contours of her waist, her hips, her thighs. Each touch was a gentle yet possessive claim, as if he were marking her as his own.

"Do you feel how much I want you, love?" he murmured, his hands roaming over her back. "How addicted I am to every inch of you?"

Telemachus's hands moved up her back, pausing for a moment before cupping her ample bossoms from behind. He couldn't help but marvel at how perfectly they fit in his hands, as if they were made for him.

"You're perfect," he said, his voice a low rumble. "Everything about you."

He leaned down, pressing his lips against the back of her neck, his arms wrapping around her middle. "I can't get enough of you," he confessed, his voice a mixture of passion and possessiveness.

(Y/N) blushes heavily at his touches, as she felt Telemachus remove her perizoma, leaving her completely bare to him

Telemachus's eyes widened at the sight of her, completely bare before him. His breath hitched in his throat as his hands continued to explore her body, roaming over her smooth skin without restraint.

"Gods, you're beautiful," he murmured, his voice thick with desire. "Like a goddess come to life."

He pushed her down onto the bed, his hands moving to her thighs. "I can't wait any longer," he said, his voice almost a growl. "I have to have you."

(Y/N) whines, gasping as she feels Telemachus inside her, gripping onto the bed. barely able move her hands, being tied to the bed, all she could do is moan.

Telemachus continued to thrust into her, his pace increasing with each passing moment. The room was filled with the sound of their moans and breathing, punctuated by the occasional gasp or whisper of Telemachus's name from (Y/N).

He looked down at her, her body completely at his mercy, bound by the ropes and his will. It was a sight that further intensified his possessive nature.

With a growl, he leaned down, nipping at her ear

Telemachus's lips moved from her ear down to her neck, his breaths hot against her skin. He sucked and nibbled at her neck, leaving his mark on her, claiming her as his own.

His hands roamed over her body, caressing and exploring, as he continued to thrust into her. Telemachus's possessive nature was in full control now, fueled by the sight of

"I'm...hah...close~" (Y/N) moans, daring not to muffle her moans.

Telemachus feels himself getting close, as the feeling of the intimacy of the moment and the way her body feels wrapped around him brings him to the edge.

"You...me too," he says, his words punctuated with moans. He leans down, his face inches away from hers. "Come for me, love."

"My Love...please, inside~" (Y/N) begs, holding his hand besides hers as she's still on her stomach, panting.

Telemachus's body shudders with desire at her words, his willpower hanging by a thread. The sound of her plead almost sends him over the edge, and he knows he can't deny her.

He leans down, his lips against her ear. "Anything you want, my love," he whispers. "You're mine, body and soul. I'll do anything you wish."

With that, he quickens the pace, his breaths coming in ragged gas

(Y/N) moans loudly, reaching her end, holding Telemachus's hand tightly, tightening around him.

Telemachus can't hold back any longer. Feeling her tighten around him, hearing her moan his name, sends him over the edge.

With a guttural moan, he reaches his climax, his body trembling with ecstasy. He grips her hips.

Telemachus's body jerks as he releases himself inside her, a moan escaping his lips as he's overcome by the pleasure. The room is filled with their labored breaths, the sound of their shared ecstasy.

He collapses on top of her, his body damp with sweat, still buried deep within her. Telemachus nuzzles into her neck, his lips against her skin.

(Y/N) pants, burying her face in his sheets, her hands still tied up.

Telemachus takes a moment to catch his breath, his chest heaving up and down. He slips out of her, unties her wrists and pulls her into his arms, cradling her against his chest.

After Telemachus gently unties the ropes, freeing her wrists. He massages them softly, his touch tender.

"Are you alright, love?" he whispers against her hair, his voice filled with concern. Telemachus presses gentle kisses against her forehead and temples.

"you pulled out of me" (Y/N) pouted with a frown.

Telemachus chuckled, amused by her pout. He playfully pinched her nose.

"I did, love. I want you to get some rest after all that. Plus..." his expression darkened, his possessive nature flaring up again, "I want you to know that I'm not quite finished with you yet. When the time is right, I'm going to take you all over again...

And I want you to be nice and ready for it, I've missed you, after all" he said, his voice low and husky.

"Oooh, I love the sound of that." (Y/N) smiled excitedly, pecking his lips

Telemachus captured her lips in a deep, passionate kiss. His hands roamed over her body, unable to get enough of her.

"You're like a drug, love," he murmured huskily. "I can't get enough of you. The way you respond to me, the way you feel in my arms..."

He pulled her closer, his hands tracing the curves of her body. "I'm addicted to you, in every way possible."

"You memorized my body on the second day we met, haven't you?~" (Y/N) muses, tracing a finger on his chest.

Telemachus chuckled, his eyes roving over her body.

"Yes, I have," he confessed, a hint of pride in his voice. "Every curve, every mark...every sensitive spot."

He leaned in, his lips brushing against her ear. "And I plan on using that knowledge to my full advantage," he whispered, his voice heavy with promise.

Telemachus chuckled, his eyes roving over her body.

"Yes, I have," he confessed, a hint of pride in his voice. "Every curve, every mark...every sensitive spot."

He leaned in, his lips brushing against her ear. "And I plan on using that knowledge to my full advantage," he whispered, his voice heavy with promise.

"Such a caring Lover, I could never ask for anyone this perfect~" (Y/N) muses, kissing his lips.

Telemachus's heart swelled with affection at her words. He deepened the kiss, his hands cradling her face.

"You deserve nothing but perfection, my love," he murmured against her lips. "I'll do anything to make you happy, to give you everything you desire. You're my world, my everything."

He broke the kiss, his gaze intense as he looked into her eyes. "I'm the luckiest man alive to have you by my side."

"You seem to misunderstand, I'm the luckiest woman alive to have you by my side" (Y/N) smiles at him, pressing her forehead against his.

"I don't regret ever making love with you on the second day we've met."

Telemachus's expression softened, filled with tenderness and affection.

"My love, you're too modest," he murmured, his thumbs tracing circles on her cheeks. "You're the one who captured my heart from the moment we met. Your eyes, your smile..." he chuckled softly. "Your audacity."

He pulled her closer, the heat of their bodies merging once again. "And I certainly have no regrets either. Those moments together, that closeness we shared... I'd do it all over again in a heartbeat."

Telemachus's mind flashed back to the beginning of his journey, a few short months ago when he was a weak, troubled young prince. He thought of how far he had come, and how much he had changed.

He couldn't help but marvel at the strange twists of fate that had led him to this moment, lying here with (Y/N), completely enamored and loved unconditionally.

"I was such a different person back then," Telemachus mused aloud. "Weak, uncertain, and in need of guidance...and of love."

"And now..." he looked down at her, her head resting on his chest. "Now, I have you. The woman who's shown me what love truly is."

Telemachus wrapped his arms around her tighter, holding her close. "You're the best thing that's ever happened to me, (Y/N). You make me complete in ways I could never imagine."

He took a deep breath, his heart full of gratitude and affection. "I love you more than words can express, and I'm so grateful to have you in my life."

"And now..." he looked down at her, her head resting on his chest. "Now, I have you. The woman who's shown me what love truly is."

"I was fully set to live my days in solitude in the wilderness, only to find out the forest I picked isn't very isolated" (Y/N) jokes, bumping her forehead against his.

"Best decision I've ever made in my life" (Y/N) smiles, kissing his lips.

Telemachus couldn't help but laugh at her joke.

"You truly picked the worst spot for solitude," he teased, shaking his head in amusement. "Though I'm quite grateful for that."

He pulled her closer, gently running his fingers through her hair. "And I wholeheartedly agree that it was the best decision you made."

He leaned in, capturing her lips in a tender kiss. "Because it led you to me."

"You mean me taking a bath in the river and you finding me there" (Y/N) teases with a smile.

Telemachus chuckled at the memory.

"Ah yes, that...fortunate encounter," he said with a smirk. "I'll never forget the sight of you that day, bathing in the river like some nymph."

His eyes darkened with desire as he replayed that moment in his mind.

"And I'll certainly never forget what happened afterwards," he added huskily.

"Makes me want to... recreate what happened after that~" (Y/N) grins seductively at him, rubbing his chest.

Telemachus's body reacted immediately to her words, heat stirring within him.

"Oh, love," he said, his voice already growing huskier. "You know how to drive me wild, don't you?"

He pulled her on top of him, his hands roaming over her bare skin. "If you keep talking like that, I won't be able to control myself."

"Is it too bad that I want you to carry me over your strong shoulder again, throw me into your big bath that's currently filled with water and ravage me like we did in the river?" (Y/N) pouted, tracing a finger on his shoulder, knowingly riling him up.

Telemachus's eyes darkened with desire at her words. The image she painted was tantalizing, almost too much to resist.

"No, love, it's not too bad," he replied, his voice low and gravelly. "In fact, it's something I'm more than happy to oblige."

With that, he swiftly picked her up in his strong arms, throwing her over his shoulder, just as she had requested.

(Y/N) squeals as she thrown over his shoulder, gasping as he gripped her ass.

Telemachus's grip on her behind was firm and possessive as he walked towards the bathroom, carrying her with ease.

"You're such a naughty maiden, aren't you?" he whispered, his voice low and seductive. "You enjoy it when I manhandle you like this, don't you?"

He entered the bathroom, the sound of water gently lapping against the sides of the tub reaching their ears.

Telemachus walked over to the edge of the tub, still carrying (Y/N) on his shoulder. They were both already naked, the steam from the hot water already coating their skin with a thin layer of condensation.

"Are you ready, love?" Telemachus asked with a smirk, gently setting her down in the tub.

The water rippled around her, the heat enveloping her like a gentle embrace.

"Why keep me waiting, My Dashing Prince?~" (Y/N) pouted, spreading her legs, her pussy still full of his seed, flowing out into the water.

Telemachus groaned at the sight, his body responding immediately to the erotic display.

"You're a temptress, love," he murmured, his voice low and rough. "But I can't keep you waiting any longer."

He climbed into the tub, making his way towards her. The water sloshed around them as he settled between her legs, his body pressing against hers.

(Y/N) moans at Telemachus's quick pace, the water splashing around them.

Telemachus wrapped his arms around (Y/N), holding her close against his chest. He leaned in, his lips finding hers in a deep, passionate kiss.

The water cascaded over their bodies, the heat of the water and their desire mingling together. Telemachus's hands roved over her skin, exploring and caressing every curve and plane.

He ran his fingers down her back, then up her sides, his touch possessive and greedy. He wanted to feel every inch of her, taste every part of her.

Telemachus broke the kiss, his breaths coming in ragged gasps. He nipped and sucked at her neck, his teeth grazing her skin. "I need you, love," he murmured against her ear. "I need you so badly."

"Feels...oh! Feels so good~" Egeria moans, scratching his back as the water continues to splash around them

Telemachus groaned as he felt her nails on his back, the pain only serving to heighten his arousal. He leaned in, sucking and biting at her neck, marking her skin with his love bites.

He lifted her hips, positioning her so that she was straddling him, her legs wrapped around his waist. His body was pressed against hers, their bodies slick with water and desire.

"Mine," he whispered in her ear, his voice gravelly. "You're all mine."

(Y/N) whines as Telemachus lifts her up and down on him, nearly going crossed eyed.

Telemachus's grip on her was strong, his hands holding her hips in place as he guided her movements. He watched her face closely, savoring every moan and gasp that escaped her lips.

"That's it, love," he murmured, his voice rough with desire. "Ride me like that."

He could feel the tension building within him, his body responding to every move she made. Telemachus leaned in, capturing her lips in a deep kiss,

Indeed, Telemachus couldn't help but notice the parallel between their current situation and the first time they had made love, in the secluded river in the forest. It was as though the intensity and passion between them had only grown since then.

"You...hah! Got bigger!~" (Y/N) praises, her eyes rolling to the back of her head.

Telemachus chuckled at her words, his ego inflating a bit. "I'm glad you think so, love," he said, a hint of pride in his voice.

He leaned in, nipping at her earlobe. "But I have a suspicion that I'm not the only one who's grown since that first time," he whispered huskily. "You're much more... responsive now."

Telemachus noticed who she's redder than before, more sensitive, and more eager.

Telemachus chuckled, his eyes roaming over her flushed face and body. "Look at you, love," he said huskily. "You're so much more sensitive now. So much more eager."

He leaned in closer, his lips brushing against her ear. "I wonder if it's me, or perhaps it's just because you're mine now," he murmured, his voice filled with possessive pride. "Either way, I love it."

Telemachus smirked at the thought, his fingers tracing circles on her hip. "You know, love," he said, his voice low and gravelly. "I have a theory."

He leaned in closer, his lips brushing against her ear. "I think your body has... molded to me."

(Y/N) blushes, slapping his chest "Stop talking non- ah!!~" Egeria couldn't scold him as he drives himself deeper and faster inside her once more.

Telemachus chuckled at her half-hearted attempt to scold him, but he didn't let it stop him. He was too far gone now, driven by an primal need to claim her in every way possible.

He lifted her up, his hands gripping her hips tightly. "You were saying something, love?" he asked, his voice rough with desire. "Something about me... stopping?"

(Y/N) could barely keep it together as he slammed her down onto him, loosing it as she began to babble, crying in pleasure.

Telemachus couldn't get enough of her, he was almost feral in his need for her. The sound of her babble and her cry of pleasure only fueled his desire even more, driving him to move even harder and faster.

He gripped her even tighter, his fingers digging into her skin leaving marks. Telemachus knew that they would fade but the memory would last forever in his mind. His mouth found her neck as he bit and sucked hard. Wanting, no...needing to mark her as his.

(Y)N) could feel her body starting to tremble, her climax building rapidly. Her mind was lost, consumed by nothing but the pleasurable sensations that racked her body.

"Telemachus, please!" she pleading, her voice strained. "Please don't st-AH!~"

Telemachus felt her body trembling, her words growing more desperate. He knew she was close, and he was more than happy to push her over the edge.

"That's it, love," he whispered in her ear, his voice rough and ragged. "Let go. Let me take you there."

He moved faster, harder, his fingers gripping her hips with bruising force. Telemachus could feel his own climax building, but he was determined to make sure she reached hers first.

"You're mine," he said, his voice thick with possession and desire. "All mine."

With a few more powerful thrusts, Telemachus finally sent her over the edge, her body shattering in his arms as she cried out his name.

(Y/N) cried out, holding onto him tightly, his face buried on her breasts as she cried out into the heavens.

Telemachus held her tightly against him, his body still trembling with the aftershocks of his own climax. He pressed his forehead against her chest, his eyes closed as he savored the feeling of her heartbeat against his skin.

He wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her even closer. The water sloshed around them, cooling their bodies, but Telemachus still felt the heat radiating off her skin.

"You're incredible, love," he murmured against her skin, his voice filled with affection and admiration. "Absolutely incredible."

"Love...love you~" (Y/N) could barely talk from the aftershock, before pulling him into a kiss.

Telemachus smiled against her lips, returning her kiss with equal fervor. He could still feel the aftershocks coursing through his body, his heart still pounding in his chest.

"I love you too, love," he murmured, his voice hushed and sincere. "More than anything."

He pulled back slightly, cupping her face in his hands and looked into her eyes, his expression tender and affectionate. "You're my everything, you know that, right?"

"You're my everything too, I'd die without you." (Y/N) professes with a look of affection.

Telemachus felt his heart swell at her words, the intensity of his feelings for her almost overwhelming him.

"You mean the world to me, love," he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. "I don't know what I'd do without you."

He leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead before nuzzling his face into her neck. He inhaled deeply, taking in the scent of her skin, still slightly salty from the river and now mixed with the scent of the bath and the sweat from their lovemaking.

Telemachus could feel the exhaustion start to set in, the physical and emotional intensity of their lovemaking taking its toll on his body.

He leaned in closer, his lips brushing against her ear. "I think we should get out of the bath and go to bed, love," he murmured gently. "You must be tired, and I don't want you to catch a chill."

"But I wanna keep you warm inside me" (Y/N) pouted childishly.

Telemachus laughed softly, his eyes sparkling with amusement and affection.

"Oh love, you're irresistible," he said, leaning in to kiss her playfully on the nose. "As much as I'd love to stay inside you all night long, I think we'll both be more comfortable in bed."

He stood up, lifting her up in his arms, water streaming from their bodies. "I'll keep you warm, I promise."

"But I've never cockwarmed you before." (Y/N) whines, as Telemachus carries her to his bed, towels on hand.

Telemachus chuckled at her pouty face, his heart skipping a beat at her words.

"You've never what?" he asked, feigning ignorance as he set her down on the bed. He began to gently dry her off, using the towel to pat her hair dry and then moving down her body.

"Keep you inside me all night long, to keep your seed trapped." (Y/N) continues to pout as he began drying her legs.

Telemachus's body reacted involuntarily to her words, heat stirring within him once again. He could feel the embers of desire smoldering within him, but he forced himself to remain focused on the task at hand.

"Is that so?" he said, his voice low and rough. "And why do you want to keep me inside you all night, love?"

"Cause I'm leaking~" (Y/N) pouted, her hands between her legs, sure enough, his seed gushing out between her fingers.

Telemachus was already starting to get hard again, his body responding to her words and the visual of her fingers between her legs.

"Oh love," he murmured, his voice thick with desire. "You don't know what you're doing to me."

He quickly finished drying her off, his body trembling with restrained need. Telemachus placed the towel on the ground before moving on top of her, his body trapping her between him and the bed, before beginning to stroke himself in front of her.

He took her wrists and pinned her down on the bed, his face hovering close to hers. "Is this what you wanted, love?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

(Y/N) looks between them as he continues stroking himself, to see him hard and dripping.

She could only blush and bite her lip at the sight.

Telemachus noticed her reaction to him, his ego flaring up in pride.

"You like what you see, love?" he asked, his voice rough and gravelly. "You like what you do to me?"

Telemachus was already hard and ready as ge moved forward, positioning himself between her legs, his head poised at her entrance.

(Y/N) moans as he enters her, before laying on top of her, panting

"I...I don't think I can be cockwarmed, Love, you feel too good" Telemachus admits, struggling not to buck inside her.

(Y/N) blushes, holding onto him, kissing whatever her lips could reach.

Telemachus moans at her kisses, his hands roaming her body, desperate to touch as much of her as possible.

"You feel so good, Love, too good." he whispers, his voice ragged with need. "I can't get enough of you."

Telemachus couldn't resist, he had to move, the need too powerful.

"I'm sorry Love," he gasps, his body moving of its own accord. "I can't keep still."

(Y/N) moans, already overstimulated from their previous love making, but not protesting none the less, holding onto him tightly.

Telemachus was lost in the heat of passion, his need for her overwhelming his senses. He moved with wild abandon, his pace fast and relentless. He knew he should be gentler, but he couldn't help himself.

He pinned her wrists above her head with one hand, his other roaming over her body, his touch possessive and insistent.

"You're mine," he growled, his voice filled with an edge of possessiveness. "All mine."

(Y/N) could barely respond with how hard Telemachus is moving into her, but she does know they're both close, as she felt him twitch inside her.

Telemachus could feel himself getting closer and closer to the edge, his body trembling with the effort to hold back just a little longer.

But he was too far gone to slow down now, he couldn't stop himself even if he wanted to.

He pressed his face against her neck, his breath coming in ragged gasps. "I'm close, Love." he whispered.

(Y/N) moans as Telemachus roughly digs himself deep inside her, spilling his seed inside once more making her arch her back, her legs tightly wrapped around his waist as she came at the same time as Telemachus.

Telemachus's body shudders against hers as they both climax, his grip on her wrists tight, as if to hold on to her and never let her go.

He collapses on top of her, his breathing ragged and his heart pounding in his chest. "You're incredible, love," he managed to gasp out between breaths.

He releases his grip on her wrists and pulls her closer, her body flush against his. "I don't want to ever let you go."

(Y/N) lifts his face to meet hers, kissing him.

"I love you, so much" (Y/N) professes, kissing him deeply.

Telemachus returns the kiss fiercely, his arms wrapping around her body and pulling her even closer.

"I love you too, more than words can express," he says, his voice filled with emotion. "You're everything to me, my love."

He kisses her again, pouring all of his love and devotion into the kiss. His hands roam her body, touching and caressing every inch of her skin, as if he's trying to memorize her every curve and contour.

"I love you so much, no words could ever describe how thankful I am that you found me" (Y/N) smiled brightly, hugging him.

Telemachus smiled at her words, his heart swelling with emotion. He held her tightly, pressing his face into her hair.

"I'm the one who should be thankful," he said, his voice thick with love and affection. "You've given me everything I could ever want or need. You're my world, love."

He lifted her chin, making her look at him. His eyes were filled with a tenderness that spoke of his deep love for her.

"I don't know what I did to deserve you, but I'm glad fate brought us together."

(Y/N) smiled at him, before kissing his lips, as they cuddled up in each other's arms, enjoying the comfortable silence they both share.

In the depths of the sea, lies a golden palace for a certain God, cradling his injuries, golden ichor pours out on every wound, as they slowly close up, amidst his injuries, he noticed a shift in his oceans, in Ithaca...a wave so strong they made sure didn't let go of who they wanted to subdue...or her.

A grin appeared on the God's lips.

"So she's been there this whole time."

(A/N: Not letting Ody rest 2025)

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

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EPIC : THE FAIR MAIDEN (not so platonic ver.)

CHAPTER FOUR : THE WASHED-UP STRANGER

relations. : platonic various epic characters/reader -- platonic odysseus/reader ; polites/reader ; platonic eurylochus/reader ; platonic elpenor/reader ; platonic perimedes/reader ; platonic odysseus' crew/reader ; hermes/reader ; poseidon/reader

chpt. sum. : The crew get acquainted with your villagers while you discover a stranger washed up on your sandy beaches. You know exactly what to do... poke, poke, poke!

tags. : reader continues being a disney princess ; female, mute reader ; pure comfort ; animal crossing new horizons game mechanics ; the villagers are here! ; the crew are simps ; poseidon makes an appearance ; poseidon is kinda slimey... ; hermes to the rescue, kinda? ; hermes is still a flirty menace ; protective crew ; very protective odysseus ; poseidon tried to shoot his shot and failed ; isekai and transmigration ; fix it fic ; characters know their future ; happy ending for everyone!

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Marshal hops over, along with Filbert and Poppy, all three squirrels snuggling up to your form in an effort to express how much they missed you. Their affectionate words swirl into a cacophony of voices you hear directly in your mind. Were they communicating with you telepathically?

“How did you all get here?” you ask without a voice, simply keeping the question in your head and experimenting with the communication.

“We’ve always been here, silly. It’s our island home, after all,” Shino adds, coming up to your sitting form and nuzzling her nose into your hair. She looked majestic with her white fur, pink nose and red horns, you can still see the reddish colour brushing the edges of her eyes, highlighting her amber gaze.

“But it’s strange,” Mitzi comments, licking at her paws adorably, “something feels different, somehow, especially after that flying man urged us into the storage shed. Is this really our same island?”

Hermes... you think, supposing they’ve been sent here through him. It makes you wonder if he’s also the reason you arrived. No, that can’t be. He didn’t know of you when you first met, so how could he possibly be responsible for bringing you into this world? Perhaps the appearance of your villagers was a part of his blessing.

“All that matters is that we’re finally together again,” Filbert cuts in, snuggling further into you as the others join with hums of agreement. It makes you smile to see such familiar, sweet faces. You miss their adorable character designs, but it was fascinating to see them as normal animals, though they didn’t quite look the part. Their atypical colouring remained, so they look more like fantasy creatures to you. Perhaps that was fitting; you’ve grown quite the reputation amongst the crew so your villagers’ unusual appearance may lend to them believing that they are your close friends.

“Cha-chomp! We missed you,” Fang snaps his jaws in an almost intimidating display, but you know he’s a sweetheart. Rather than shrink back in fear of his very sharp teeth, you smile and reach up to lovingly scratch at his ear. In his true form, Fang was a menacing size, but his beautiful grey coat looked so fluffy — you couldn’t help cooing at him and the way his ears flicked in delight from your scratches.

“It’s a relief to find you again,” Gaston comments, hopping up to your legs, where he brings a small furry hand up to pat your knee. He’s sweet for saying that but the obvious mustache the yellow rabbit retained was hilarious to you. He’s accompanied by Chrissy, however, who no longer adorns her pink and white polka dot head garment and leggings, leaving her looking like an ordinary white bunny. It was quite unusual, but you suppose they all look unusual without their clothing.

“Don’t laugh! We thought we lost you!” Chrissy, huffs crossing her arms.

“I’m sorry Chrissy, I missed you too,” Chrissy, ever the kind-hearted bunny, immediately unfolds her arms and smiles happily at you. You’ve already been forgiven; she’s never one to hold a grudge.

“If you’re all here, does that mean—” You’re cut off by a hoot, and you look up to smile widely at a familiar-looking pair of owls perched along a tree branch. The owl siblings are accompanied by a pigeon whose feathers make it look as though he has a moustache and is wearing a suit. “Blathers! Celeste! Brewster!” The bushes shake below and out pops Tom Nook, accompanied by Timmy, Tommy, the Able sisters, and Isabelle. Timmy and Tommy looked adorably miniature, standing next to Tom, who stood high and greeted you with a friendly wave. Isabelle also waved at you, her tail contentedly swishing from side to side. “I can’t believe you’re all here,”

“We’d follow you anywhere,” Isabelle comments, and you smile at each other.

“So good to see you, my dear,” Blathers greets with an accompanying hoo.

“Yes yes,” Tom Nook agrees but scratches at his head almost nervously, “but what’s happened to the island?”

Giving him an apologetic look, you try your best to explain, “I’m sorry Tom, I know it looks quite different, but I assure you that everything’s okay. It’s well taken care of, we actually have an amazing amount of visitors settled here currently.”

“Oh?” Tom and Isabelle share a proud look. “That’s brilliant! Business is booming!” You giggle at his words and nod along, happy to have settled him down.

“Have you seen the stars? They’re so beautiful tonight!” Celeste comments and you look up in anticipation for any shooting stars but there are none. There was an unusually still, opaque cloud hovering above you, however. Peculiar…

“I suppose they do look extra bright tonight.” Looking around, you smile at the sight of everyone and slowly stand with your squirrel friends still tucked up in your arms. “How about we have a sleepover at my place?” you suggest, earning a cheer from everyone.

“Hoo-Hoo! That would be lovely!” Blathers comments, a dreading look overcoming him for a moment, “I do so hate the outdoors but can’t find my museum anywhere!”

“Mi casa es tu casa,” you invite them all inside as Marshal shivers in excitement before pulling a smug look.

“I see you’ve picked up some of my speech habits. Of course you would. I’m quite the influencer. And you’re too kind, Sulky, thank you.” Marshal instantly recognised the phrase you used and wiggled in happiness from his positive impact.

⊹ ࣪﹏𓊝﹏𓂁﹏⊹ ࣪ ˖

The next morning, you make your way to the crew with breakfast already prepared and stored from your home kitchen. All animals trail along behind you, eager to meet the new friends you told them of the night before and this morning: all 600 men of Odysseus’ fleet. It might be overwhelming for them at first, but you know that their sweet disposition will make them fast friends with the crew. Hopefully, the men wouldn’t be too put off by your villagers’ odd colours. The only normal-looking villagers you have are Fauna, Chrissy, Fang and the Nook family.

“Fair Maiden!” came a shout, and you turn to gasp at the image of Odysseus aiming his bow and arrow at Fang (a large, grey wolf) while Eurylochus points his large sword at Boots (your gym-bro alligator). Rushing forward, you open your arms out in defence, shielding your harmless villagers from harm. If you could shout in protest, you would, but all you could manage is a frightful look that immediately makes the two lower their guard ever so slightly.

“Wh-wha—?” Odysseus voices, unable to comprehend what’s happening, but Polites rushes to your side, opening his arms beside you. He knows exactly what you’re trying to convey.

“Captain! The Fair Maiden doesn’t want these animals harmed!” Polites’ voice is loud and firm, an immediate assurance to you that he was on your side, no questions asked, “Please lower your weapons!”

“But—!” Eurylochus tries to protest, knowing the potential danger that you could be in. Seeing the conflict in the sword-wielding man’s eyes, you shake your head insistently and gesture to your villagers and yourself before pointing between you and Polites. Everyone then watches as you end your non-verbal statement by tucking yourself into Polites’ chest, who wordlessly wraps his arms around you, his resolve solidified. It’s easy to understand what you want to express.

“See? She’s trying to say that these animals are her friends. Please do not harm them.” Polites voices for you, bringing a smile to your face. You kiss his jaw and hug him tightly to show your gratitude. Polites’ cheeks bloom with a radiant blush but he doesn’t draw attention to it, not even when Odysseus and Eurylochus give him a teasing smirk. The two finally lower their weapons and apologise with a bow of their heads.

“We apologise sincerely for over-reacting and causing you distress, Fair Maiden. We won’t bring harm to your animal friends, I assure you,” Odysseus looks at you, his eyes flooded with resolve to keep his word.

“A-are you sure they’re friendly? They don’t seem it at all,” Poppy squeaks and hops over to your leg, hugging your ankle in her short height as her sweet face presses into the folds of your skirt. She’s joined by Filbert, who hugs your opposite ankle with a tearful whimper on his lips.

“S-so scary...”

“How unusual,” Odysseus observes, taking in Poppy and Filbert’s unusually coloured fur. He quickly moves on to observe the strange appearance of the other animals that have followed you as well. Some looked normal, some looked magical, and then there was a yellow bunny who looked like he had a very thick moustache, and Odysseus had to stifle his laughter.

“They are not like any other creatures I’ve seen before…” Eurylochus adds as the rest of the crew strain their necks to get a look, all of them humming in agreement as soon as they realise how different the animals appear. They coo over your squirrel villagers, Chrissy, Mitzi and Fauna, for their sweet appearance. They gasp in wonder at Shino’s divine being. They shudder at Fang and Boots’ intimidating presence. And many had to stifle their laughter when seeing Gaston’s prominent moustache as well.

“No wonder you protect and care for them,” Polites comments, looking down at you with a kind smile. “Are they also as otherworldly as you?” his words make you look away bashfully, earning a laugh from the headband-wearing third commander. At least he managed to get you back for flustering him only moments earlier. That soft kiss isn’t escaping his mind any time soon.

“We’ll make sure your animal friends don’t come to any harm,” Eurylochus assures, setting out to warn the back of the crew himself after you introduce him and the first few rows of the Odysseus’ men to your villagers and the other occupants of the island: Blathers and Celeste snoozing away in a nearby tree while Brewster keeps a close eye on them; the able sister nestled together adorably in the bushes; Tom Nook travelling together with Timmy and Tommy, who’ve climbed onto his back. To surmise, all animals that aren’t fish or bugs are under your protection.

After that frightful first impression, you’re happy to find the crew getting along with your villagers and vice versa. Your animal friends are truly so friendly; it’s in their nature to be kind, so it took no time at all for them to find new friends in the crew. It was a fun sight to see. The villagers still tended to gravitate towards you, however. And it took a while for the crew to get used to seeing such animals keeping you company, usually finding them trailing close behind you, the squirrels often hopping about your feet as you walked by.

At times, it was heartwarming to see you interact with the cute animals. A beautiful lady, smiling, cooing and petting the sweet furry creatures was an image that had soul-healing properties. It made you feel all the more magical to them, floating about the island with a sweet deer following after you with adorable squirrels and bunnies close behind. However, it was more than unnerving to witness you being accompanied by a large grey wolf, a snapping alligator and an albino deer with pointed, red horns, an uncustomary appearance for such a graceful species. This was an initial fear you treated by showcasing how friendly and sweet Fang, Boots and Shino actually were.

Waving Perimedes over, you smile brightly as he brings Elpenor with him. The two were truly inseparable.”Y-yes, Fair Maiden?” Perimedes asks nervously, eyeing Fang and Boots, who flanked your sides and quite politely so. Though that didn’t matter to Perimedes or Elpenor; all they saw were teeth, teeth and more teeth!

“That one looks like he goes to the gym!” Boots praises Elpenor as he happily gazes at the man’s broad frame. Unfortunately, Elpenor wasn’t aware that the alligator’s interested gaze was one of admiration and not of hunger, and he tenses up in fear.

“You want us to make friends with them?” Fang asks, holding back his excitement as his tail begins to swish behind him in happiness. “Cha-chomp!” Fang snaps his jaws gleefully, unaware of his effect on the fearful, slightly shaking Perimedes, “Any friend of yours is a friend of ours!”

Taking Perimedes’ hand with the utmost care, you slowly bring his sweaty palm and shaking fingers to Fang’s soft fur. Fang’s delighted response is instantaneous. The large wolf leans into Perimedes’ touch and urges him to continue petting and scratching his ear with a tilt of his head.

“Oh...” Perimedes releases the breath he was holding and laughs in relief, eagerly scratching at Fang’s ear. The smile that grows on the blonde’s face is contagious.

“That’s a good scratch. Mmm~ A little to the left please...” Fang snaps his jaws happily, leaning further into Perimedes’ hand, who quickly grows accustomed to Fang’s habit of chomping his jaws to express his happiness.

“Good boy,” Perimedes whispers, his gaze softening with fondness. He’s made a new friend.

One down, one to go. You look at Elpenor, who seems to be having a staring contest with Boots. Behind him, Boots’ tail swishes from side to side, and you smile at his eagerness to make a new friend, too. Gently, you also take Elpenor’s hand and softly coax him into petting Boot’s head. The look you give Elpenor says everything he needs to know to follow your lead with confidence and trust in your actions. ’Everything will be okay,’ your eyes say to him.

“I-If you think it’s safe, Fair Maiden...” Elpenor nods and allows himself to be guided into petting Boots, who eagerly leans into his touch.

“His hands are calloused and strong!” Boots observes with a toothy smile, “That is evidence of his prowess in the gym! I think we’ll make good friends!”

“It seems everyone has a favourite!” Odysseus laughs, walking up to you as he’s accompanied by both Fauna and Shino. He looks at them fondly, “Curious how an archer has become good friends with deers of all creatures.” Fauna nudges his hand with her nose, urging him to pet her as Shino playfully butts her horns against his forearm. Odysseus complies by rubbing at the base of her horns and succumbing to Fauna’s gently prompt for pets, “It seems I’ve found their weak spot.” You smile at the easy expression that takes over Odysseus’ countenance. In the days that pass, you find that the crew have grown an eagerness for petting your villagers, who make no complaints; they love the attention and the company of new friends. The crew smile more easily and laugh much lighter than ever before. You liken it to the effect therapy animals have on veterans.

The hardened men can often be found taking care of and spending time with your villagers in various ways. It’s also clear that many have their personal favourites, as the captain had helpfully observed for you.

Odysseus is often followed around by Fauna and Shino. Fauna, your sweet and graceful deer with her gentle disposition, reminds him of the elegance his wife, Penelope, often holds herself with. Shino, however, makes him think of his son; she’s more playful and adventurous compared to Fauna, much like his boy, Telemachus. Their presence is familiar, but also not. Nevertheless, they gave Odysseus some much-needed comfort and vice versa. Fauna and Shino adore being treated with such care and especially love the stories he tells them absentmindedly, his guard lowered by their presence.

Eurylochus, you’re surprised to see, has become good friends with your trio of squirrel villagers. All three have expressed to you how much they enjoy resting on his shoulders and even his head as he walks around. His height makes them feel tall and powerful! Marshal likens it to being perched on a walking tree. Poppy simply loves curling up in his large hand. She tells you it makes for the perfect bed to rest comfortably in. It also helps that Eurylochus often feeds them a share of his fruit rations. Filbert loves it especially; he’s a great lover of food. The tall, intimidating second commander can be seen resting against a tree as the three squirrels play about his gently smiling form. He looks at peace, fondly watching as they play around and on him — he’s become their personal playground.

“You feed them too much, friend,” Polites laughs while passing by with Mitzi in his arms. “I’m afraid that blue one will become too chubby.” It seems everyone’s picked up on Filbert’s food-loving tendencies.

“But don’t you think they look especially cute with their chubby cheeks chewing away at the fruit? It feels even more satisfying when I feed them by hand,” Eurylochus points out, and the two admire the way the three small squirrels eagerly stuff their faces with slices of apples Eurylochus hands them, making their cheeks puff up adorably.

“I suppose you’re right.” Polites grins and sits beside Eurylochus with Mitzi in his lap.

“I see you’re a cat person,” Eurylochus smirks at his friend.

“I’ve always been a cat person,” the two share a laugh.

Mitzi and Polites have a very calming friendship. The two often fall asleep together wherever they may be. It all starts when Mitzi sits herself in Polites’ lap, and the kind third commander can’t help but coo and pet her adoringly. When enough time passes, Mitzi can be found gently purring in his lap as Polites lightly snores over her, the two of them finding the best rest in each other’s company.

Elpenor has grown a bond with Boots, thanks to your introductions. Boots had even helped him prank other crew members by patiently lurking in the bath waters and jumping out with a snap of his powerful jaws when a group of crew members came in to take their baths. Elpenor was chased around by those few traumatised men, but he found the prank worth the trouble. He laughed the entire time he was chased about. Perimedes was commonly seen with Fang, the two having immediately bonded thanks to you. They enjoyed each other’s company no matter what they may be doing together, whether it’s fishing, sitting around, sleeping under the sun or eating, they’ve become the best of friends. Together, the four of them have become quite the fearsome quartet.

⊹ ࣪﹏𓊝﹏𓂁﹏⊹ ࣪ ˖

“Look! What’s that?!” a crew member shouts, and you look to see them pointing up at something in the sky. “It’s a bird!”

“No, it’s a floating red thing carrying a white box!” The helpful description provided by Lycaon makes you pull out your slingshot and take aim. You fire at the balloon three times, but it’s no use, and you watch as the balloon floats further away. With a huff, you shake your head miserably. Why were shooting balloons always so difficult for you? It’s even more difficult now that you’re having to shoot it down in real life. Before the balloon could get too far away, however, an arrow helpfully shoots it down for you. The shooter was Odysseus, who slings his bow over his head and wears it while bringing the gift box over to you. Smiling gratefully, you open the gift before handing him its contents.

“For me?” Odysseus asks, surprised, as he points to himself. You nod, and rather than urge the gift into his hands, you place the purple hyacinth crown onto his head instead. It matches his purple toga. Odysseus laughs and affectionately pats your head as Fauna and Shino prance about around you in celebration. “Thank you.” He silently vows take special care of your gift. He hopes it never wilts.

⊹ ࣪ ﹏𓊝﹏𓂁﹏⊹ ࣪ ˖

You’ve already made the dresses and more for Penelope and Ctimene following Odysseus and Eurylochus’ request, and now you were collecting pretty shells for a little something extra. It would be nice for Odysseus and Eurylochus to craft something personally for their wives too, something pretty to gift them when they arrive home again. It’s not an official recipe you know from ACNH, but it’s a simple craft. An unfussy but heartfelt accessory showcasing the pretty seashell collected from your island’s shores, lovingly prepared for their beautiful wives to wear. How romantic would that be?~ You want to help Ody and Eury be good husbands,so today, you’re trying to find the prettiest seashells for them to craft into necklaces or bracelets.

“My Fair Maiden,” Polites calls, approaching you on the beach with a kind smile, the ends of his headband swimming in the sea breeze. “What are you up to out here?” he looks at the small collection of sea shells you’ve managed to collect so far, your hands carefully cradling the precious beach decorations. “Those are very beautiful.” he admires your selection, leaning forward ever so slightly as he adjusts his glasses on the bridge of his nose. When he straightens again, Polites softens his voice as he looks at you with a fond stare. “May I join you? I’ll help as best as I can.” Unable to say no, you nod your head instantly. It would be nice to have company, anyway, and Polites was always good company. For a while, you two collect sea shells together with only the waves. There were a lot of shells available, but you were very selective about which ones you kept. Playing ACNH on your switch made the seashells look identical to one another, but now that you were looking at them personally and not in a game, each one was distinct and unique in its own way. Yes, there were similarly shaped ones, but looking closely, they were all very different. It was fascinating, and the adoration was visible on your face.

That admiring visage of you as you stare down at the shells was something that Polites couldn’t help but admire. You’re too precious. How could he not feel for you? He loves it, especially when you find a particularly beautiful shell and run to share your discovery with him. You’re the good in the world that makes life worthwhile. Once again, the two of you split up to look for more shells separately. Polites looks into the distance when a glimmer catches his eye and moves to collect the shimmering glass bottle buried in the sand. There was a trinket inside that looked like something you would know what to do with better than him, so he kept the bottle closed and immediately returned to you.

“I don’t have a shell but...” Polites offers the glass bottle sheepishly, not knowing what to expect from your reaction. With a silent gasp, you store away your collected, approved shells and clap in glee, happily receiving the bottle from Polites before hugging him as thanks. Polites laughs and hugs you back, his strong arms wrapping around you tightly as he buries his nose into your hair, where he affectionately presses a kiss into your crown. With you around, the harrowing memories and scars he acquired in the war are pushed far behind him. You bring a rare and precious peaceful quietness. And Polites can confidently say you have the same effect for Odysseus, Eurylochus and the crew too. You’re truly a blessing.

⊹ ࣪ ﹏𓊝﹏𓂁﹏⊹ ࣪ ˖

Poseidon has felt a strange disturbance in his ocean for quite some time now. It wasn’t threatening nor dangerous, so he didn’t initially feel the need to investigate. However, the disruption to his waters has remained such a prominent irritation to the point that he could no longer resist ignoring it. He sets off to investigate the peculiarity in the early morning, hoping to finish his search as soon as possible.

When he approaches, Poseidon raises a brow. He doesn’t remember such a large island being located in this part of his ocean. It’s not even one he recognises; he’s never seen such greenery or landscapes. Suddenly, there’s movement behind the trees lining the perimeter of the island, beyond the shady beaches, and the sea god ducks into the ocean. Perhaps glimpsing a creature that occupies the island will give him some idea of its mysterious origins.

Stepping out of the tree line, you move to the sands to continue your sea shell search for Odysseus and Eurylochus just before you meet the crew for breakfast, blissfully unaware of the fascinated stare pinning you down from the God of the sea. As Poseidon stays hidden amongst the waves, he smirks to himself, his eyes tracing your delicious curves, sweetly dressed in the loveliest dress he’s ever seen. He appreciates your silhouette thoroughly until his gaze finally lands on your beautiful face. What a beauty you are. Such a fine treasure he’s found within his ocean. He should have investigated the mysterious island sooner. You appear so sweet and kind too, delicately picking up different seashells, appearing very selective of which ones you should keep for your precious hoard.

The new island no longer annoys him for disrupting his oceans; rather, Poseidon has found something else to be intrigued by. And he’s determined to make you his.

You don’t know how much time you spend picking seashells, but when you look up, all thoughts of your mounting sea shell collection are forgotten. On the shore was a washed-up man in nothing but a simple cloth wrapped around his waist. His brown hair is long and wet from the salty ocean water, his skin a healthy sun-kissed colour, and his muscles prominently sculpted. From what little glimpses you see of his face hidden behind the strands of hair that fall over his features, you can tell that he’s handsome with a light shadow of stubble shaping his jaw. As you approach him, unaware of his intentions and very conscious state, Poseidon wills his features to stay undisturbed. A fair maiden such as yourself will surely wake him gently and with a sweet voice; when he pretends to finally rouse from sleep, he’ll work his charms to lure you into a passionate night together. He will enjoy you thoroughly and savour your sweet sounds, for an angel like you is capable of creating nothing but dulcet tones.

Poseidon has gravely misjudged you, however. As soon as you were kneeling beside him, rather than gently seduce him out of his slumber and kindly ask about his wellbeing in the soft voice he imagined you to have, you begin to incessantly poking at his cheek instead. It was completely unexpected, and he couldn’t help the annoying twitch of his brow. The subtle action makes you temporarily stop your ceaseless prodding. But before Poseidon could breathe in respite, you start poking him again, this time, with much more force and speed. If he wasn’t a god, he’s sure you’d have made the skin of his cheek bruise already. Is this really how you go about waking an injured man?! It’s not at all what Poseidon expected, ignorant to your experience with washed-up seagull pirates. The only way you knew to wake Gulliver (the seagull pirate) or Gullivarrr (the seagull pirate captain) was to constantly pester them, which obviously meant poking their unconscious forms until they wake up.

“I’m awake! I’m awake!” Poseidon sits up with an irritated grumble, swatting at your hand and squinting his eyes at you. He’s sorely misjudged you. Perhaps he should leave?

(Distantly, a giggle can be heard, and your ears perk up ever so slightly.)

However, Poseidon is struck once again by your beauty. Up close, you’re stunning, especially when you’re smiling so kindly at him and him alone. Because of your bewitching image, Poseidon was willing to forget about your rude, unending poking.

“What a beauty you are...” the handsome stranger’s brown eyes examine your face, slowly tracing your features with his eyes as he slowly brings a hand up to cup your cheek. His touch was so unexpected that you startle ever so slightly. The stranger appears to take pleasure in your surprise however, chuckling to himself as his hand leaves your cheek to pick up your hand and bring your knuckles to his lips, “Tell me,” his lips don’t leave your skin as he looks up to meet your eyes with an impassioned stare, “what is your name, my lady?”

Smiling apologetically, you shake your head and point to your throat. “Oh? You cannot speak?”Poseidon frowns as you confirm his supposition with a nod. He was so looking forward to hearing your voice and relishing in the beautiful melody you would sing for him under his touch.

“No matter.” Poseidon eventually accepts the fact and leans forward, inching his face close to yours as you lean back slightly. “I remain grateful to you for saving my life.” the stranger’s eyes briefly glances down at your prettily shaped lips, “Allow me to convey my gratitude,” your eyes widen as the bold stranger closes the gap between you, managing to brush his lips against your own before you’re swept up by a pair of strong arms that fly you into the air. Gasping silently, you wrap your arms over your captor’s shoulders and push your face into his neck, fearful of the height he’s flown you to.

“I should have known you were nothing but trouble~” A familiar voice teases as a pair of lips press a kiss against your temple. Hermes! Pulling away, you gape at the Messenger god who smugly grins at you. His arms carry you like a princess, ensuring that your dress doesn’t fall and reveal more of yourself to the men below. “Not only have you entrapped me, but you’ve captured the attention of my Uncle as well.” his words make your brows fly up in surprise before you hurriedly look down and gasp once more at the scene happening below. His uncle?! Did he mean...?

Odysseus is pissed. You had taken longer than usual to meet everyone for breakfast, and they had grown anxious about your whereabouts. Initially, your safety wasn’t much of a concern as they knew your island to be incredibly safe; however, those foolish thoughts were immediately swept away as soon as they found you at the beach with a stranger, who was getting far too close for comfort.

“Allow me to convey my gratitude.” At those exact words, Odysseus had fired his arrow, narrowly missing the strange man’s feet. It was a warning shot. Odysseus wasn’t one to miss his target, especially not one that is so unsuspecting and easy, but he would endanger you if he aimed straight at the man — you were far too close to him, and Odysseus didn’t want to risk you getting injured too.

“Captain!” Polites points him towards your form up in the air and in the arms of another familiar god, “The Fair Maiden is safe,” his third commander hands him another arrow, “You’re free to take a second shot.” Polites’ voice grows chilly, deprived of his characteristically warm friendliness. He generally wasn’t the type to encourage such mercilessness, rather, he would have encouraged everyone to hear out the stranger. But Odysseus won’t complain; he knows the level of affection Polites and the rest of his crew had fostered for you — of course, this level of protectiveness was to be expected.

“Aim for his throat,” Eurylochus strategised, his tone stern and calculating as he readies his sword, “While he chokes on his blood, I’ll move in to severe his head clean off his shoulders.” Odysseus didn’t appreciate being ordered around most of the time, but he didn’t mind it for right now. At least you were safe for the moment. He’ll deal with Hermes later.

“Wait! Wait!” Odysseus freezes in place, along with everyone else who recognises the plea from the musical quite some time ago but still remember it so vividly. The same musical that had revealed their potential future had made it easy to recognise such a voice. It couldn’t be…

The stranger’s very human features slowly melt away to reveal the God of the sea. The man’s brown hair becomes an opaque black as the skin of his neck grows gills and his ears become fin-shaped. The cloth around his waist falls away to reveal the beginnings of a fishtail. Looking down, his tail can be seen seamlessly merging with the ocean waves lapping at the sandy beach, which pulls him into the ocean and stands him tall, held up by the sea below.

“Poseidon...” Eurylochus acknowledges as everyone takes on a battle stance behind him, their faces weary but determined.

“You made an oath not to interfere with my journey home!” Odysseus snaps at the sea god. His words making Poseidon grit his teeth in annoyance.

“I know...”

“Why aren’t you keeping it?”

“I am keeping it! You have had easy oceans so far, and when you set out to sea again for the rest of your journey home, they will be safe also. The girl is different; she has no association with you—” The look Odysseus sends him makes the god stammer ever so slightly. You are associated with Odysseus. What a mistake this was.

“If you touch her, you will be interfering with our journey home. She is our Fair Maiden and has been a wondrous blessing on our voyage so far! Touch her, and you’ll be breaking your oath!”

Poseidon looks up to see you in the arms of his nephew, whose usually smiling countenance disappears as soon as they meet eyes. You are a precious being not only to the man who tormented him in a potential future but are also held dearly by his nephew. This doesn’t spell well. You appeared to be such an innocent lady; how did things turn out to be like this?

“She’s off limits, uncle.” Hermes states firmly, his arms tightening their hold on you, “And she has my blessing. I’m sure you know what that means...” Even Hermes’ words make Odysseus and the crew’s eyes widen in shock. Just as surprised as Poseidon. When did Hermes bless you? Had you been associated with the Messenger god this whole time?

“Fine!” Poseidon concedes, his reluctant acceptance punctuated by the momentary violent action of the ocean waves below, “I will leave you be.” As he disappears into the sea, Poseidon gives you one last, longing glance. Yet again, he was at a loss. How disappointing…

As soon as Poseidon vanishes into the ocean’s depths, you look to Hermes with a smile, a small thank you for his help. “You’re very welcome, darling~” he coos but appears reluctant to let you go. It isn’t until Odysseus and the crew have fixed their eyes on you that he finally descends. “My my~ what a surprising turn of events.” Hermes brings a light-hearted air with him, doing his best to distract the crew so he can keep you in his arms for longer. He quite likes the feel of you tucked up against his chest and solely held up by his strength as your arms wrap around his neck. You look very adorable this close to him, your head easily tucked up under his chin.

“Thank you, Hermes,” Odysseus smiles gratefully to the god. He was one of the only gods to be of help to him in the musical, and it appears he’s sustaining that reputation. It only irks the King of Ithaca that Hermes seems to have made contact with you already, without him or anyone else knowing, and given you his blessing.

“Don’t thank me, friend~” Hermes turns his full attention to you, gently setting you down, “I didn’t do it for you particularly...”

‘Thank you for your help, Hermes,’ you voice in your head, knowing the god can hear your words clearly.

“Of course, my fair lady~” Levitating several inches above the ground, Hermes bows graciously at the waist for you, smiling an easy smile. “But don’t you suppose that I should be rewarded for my efforts?” he teases, offering his cheek for you to kiss. That was his reward. His actions make Odysseus splutter in disbelief as several crew members, Polites and Eurylochus especially, do their best to keep their protests behind clenched teeth, silently begging you not to yield to the god.

As you give him a skeptical look, Hermes laughs. He planned to shrug it off, knowing that he wouldn’t have received anything from you. He even made the effort not to ask you for a kiss outright, knowing the disadvantage mortals have against a god’s will. Hermes only meant to get a rise out of the crowding audience, his devious nature wouldn’t permit him to leave otherwise. However, he was surprised when, rather than wave his silly request away, you place your hands on his shoulders, stabilising yourself first before closing your eyes and gently puckering your lips, aiming for his offered cheek — a cheek kiss was innocent enough.

What a pleasant surprise~ Hermes grins deviously.

Taking the opportunity, Hermes wraps his hands around your waist and pulls you impossibly close—to the point where you can feel his toned muscles far too sensitively. Once securely in his arms, he tilts his head to meet your lips with his own, shooting the two of you up into the air as he does so. He likes an audience, but he’s sure you wouldn’t be the biggest fan. Nor will you be happy if he lingers above the crew such that they could look up your dress skirt so he pulls you with him to perch atop one of your lush trees, far from the crew. Your surprised gasp gives him the perfect opportunity to steal more of your breath away. His tongue swoops in and pulls yours into a heated dance as his hand trails up to press against the back of your head and deepen your embrace. Unable to resist, you fall deeply into the kiss, reciprocating with your heart racing in your chest as heat crawls up your neck to settle over your cheeks. How is he such a good kisser? His lips, his arms and hands confine you to him, making the rest of the world disappear — you’ve barely registered that you’re no longer on the beach but rather cradled in the branches of a tree with him.

Odysseus and the crew were too shocked to react as they were left behind. The last image of you that they saw were your lips connecting with Hermes’s own. Their nerves had been frozen up from being in the presence of two gods and at such close proximity, but those same nerves were quickly thawed by the heat of their rage. Immediately, they go searching for you, not needing to look for long as they see you lying against Hermes in the branches of a tree not too far into the island.

“My my~” Hermes pants after pulling away, smirking at your breathlessness and unwilling to let you go. The mischievous nature in him spots the infuriated crew in his periphery and immediately decides to play with them. Levitating the two of you once more, he dangles you before the crew tauntingly before slowly descending, your feet finally touching solid ground again, but his arms remain secure around you. The crew doesn’t dare jump forth and bring you to safety, no matter how much they want to, especially when Hermes dares to giggle at them. Spurred on by the fury on their faces, Hermes dips you down and nuzzles his nose into the base of your neck, his eyes pinning the crew down sharply while his lips tenderly kiss the soft skin of your upper chest area, “you taste divine, darling~ So sweet. Just like the first time...”

Odysseus choked on air as his eyes bulged out. “THE FIRST TIME?!”

Hermes laughs and lifts into the air slightly, bringing you with him and making you twirl with your arm raised and your feet lifted several inches off the ground. He pulls you back in again, just as tightly as before, emphasising his affection for you. “This certainly won’t be the last time, either.” he looks into your rounded, glittering eyes, cooing in adoration at your precious image. Everything was happening so fast that you could barely comprehend it all, your mind still stuck on processing the kiss you shared with the mischievous god. “You’re truly far too tempting for your own good. I’m but a hungry, helpless beast at your service, my lady.” Hermes finally (finally!) sets you down and bows, bringing your hand up to kiss your knuckles before finally biding his farewells for the time being.

When you finally turn around, Odysseus had come dangerously close, his eyes wild with barely restrained rage and stern protectiveness. “You have some explaining to do, young lady.”

But…But I can’t talk! You wail internally, pulling a helpless expression, but Odysseus is undeterred. Hermes… you jerk!

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kupidachillea · 8 months ago

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Olympians x You (hcs or imagines)

Author note: Geez, it’s been awhile. Sorry, I’ve been in bit of a funk, got both writers block and art block but I just want to drop this. I still have a few things in my drafts, but for now I’ll feed you guys this.

TW (trigger warning):This may have a few Yandere themes in it. And while the Olympians themselves aren’t really yanderes- they do share similar tendencies considering their myths. Please note that this isn’t completely accurate to their mythology- but it’s just a bit of fun so please take no offence and be nice in the comments.

CW (content warning)⚠️: readers either 17-18+ (to read this I mean), light mentions of nudity, molesting and sexual harassment, toxic behaviour. General (hinted) Yandere behaviour. Reader’s discretion is advised.

🏺- You weren’t sure how you got here but somehow you ended up on mount Olympus of all places.

🪡- Your brain was fuzzy and you hadn’t yet registered the 12 + looming faces above you. When you did notice, they were bickering in a language you didn’t understand (or at the very least, understood a little). It was jarring and you were still trying to get your bearings.

-🏺 You noticed one of them, a woman, dressed in garments fit for royalty (in ancient times at least) and had somewhat of a peacock aesthetic to it, yelling and pointing accusingly at a man, presumably her husband. She didn’t seem happy. Hera. Queen of the Olympians..that means the other must’ve been Zeus..oh boy

🪡- Zeus looked as if he was trying to quell his wife’s anger before things got more out of hand. There were a few others in the back that looked bored of the situation- as if a similar thing has happened before, while others looked mildly amused.

🏺- Despite all that- the argument seemed to have turned completely to you. Hera turning her rage towards you. “You! Where did you come from, how did you arrive here!?” She’d ask in anger, it was evident she had very little patience if any at all, thankfully though she was now speaking a language you could understand. You scrambled to answer her, your body trembling slightly at how her voice shook the marble floor you were sat on.

🪡- You tried to explain to her that you didn’t know how you got here. Your brain still fuzzy with images that didn’t clear up or make sense. This obviously didn’t help the Queen’s anger and you could see her patience slipping. She would scoff and turn back towards the other gods, them discussing what they should do with you.

🏺 - Some suggestions were thrown around, some you weren’t so fond of. Multiple times did they suggest either killing you or throwing you off the mountain (which would kill you anyway). However those ideas were shut down immediately by more ‘kindhearted’ gods. This hasn’t happened in centuries- a human spawning on top of their mountain out of the blue..they aren’t really prepared for this.

🪡- They were almost all out of ideas, until one golden haired music deity bent down to your height and took a closer look at you. His eyes shining as he took in your appearance before a smile started to work its way on his lips. “How about we keep them..?” He suddenly asked, his gaze still set on the little (little to them anyway) human in front of him.

🏺- This made everyone pause and even you were shocked by the suggestion. You found it ridiculous and you argued that despite how flattering it was- you didn’t want to stay with them and you wanted to be returned back to your home. The gods only seemed to ignore you, as if you were a child having an unreasonable temper tantrum. They were all considering keeping you here!

🪡- “Well…” Hermes started. You could tell since he was a bit shorter than the others and he had his signature winged sandals. “It has been quite awhile since the gods have had a plaything..” he would mutter reluctantly. He wasn’t entirely sold on the idea, despite how his father and brothers (most anyway) were grinning like idiots. You, obviously , did not appreciate being referred to as a plaything.

🏺- “Then it is settled..this little one shall be our new plaything!” Zeus grinned, a little too happy for both yours and Hera’s taste. You were about to give them a piece of your mind but was swiftly silenced by a threatening gaze from Hera..to your surprise. And thus began your horrible life with the Olympians..

….

🪡- You were stripped of your modern clothing and given a chiton to wear instead. “It’s too modern for our liking..” Aphrodite would say as she felt up your body in ways that made you shiver in discomfort. “We’re use to our people…how should I say this? Showing a little more skin…” the goddess of love would chuckle sweetly, while you would stare at her in embarrassment and maybe even a hint of disgust. While you could understand where she was coming from- it still didn’t stop you personally from being uncomfortable with they way she was touching you.

🏺-You’d also be dressed up in fine jewellery, much to your surprise..anklets of gold, bangles made of bronze, necklaces etc. sweet smelling oil perfumes covering your body- anything to make seem more ‘appealing’ to the gods and goddess. You were their plaything after all, so it made sense for them to dress you how they liked..no matter how much you disliked it.

🪡- They’d occasionally have you pour them wine at banquets or sit on their laps to just sit there and look pretty. The main gods that did this were of course Zeus, Apollo, Poseidon, definitely Dionysus and at some point Hermes. You didn’t really appreciate this, but rejecting their request would result in a ‘punishment’ for you.

🏺- To your surprise..Ares rarely touched you without your permission, but he was a little mean here and there. He along with Athena and Demeter weren’t as…’touchy’ as the others. And Artemis …you appreciated that..though just because they didn’t touch you in inappropriate ways doesn’t mean they weren’t as ‘crazy’ as the rest.

🪡- For example, while Artemis wasn’t big on being a pest in terms of touching you, she did take you out on hunts..which..wasn’t so bad in your opinion. It was much better than being up on the mountain most days..she thought a little more rationally- but of course- her twin, Apollo, would see you hanging out with his sister and get a little possessive about it. Which you didn’t understand- you weren’t any of their lovers (even if they thought so), but even so..most hunting trips were cut short because of him.

🏺- When you finally got moments to breathe away from the gods..you’d spend it out in the garden..hidden away from everyone and thing..it was your quiet time up until one of the gods summoned you. You found out that you weren’t the first human to be in this position (and probably not the last)..according to one of the lesser known gods (maybe Hebe) you were told that centuries before, a young lad was taken into the heavens to serve Zeus but had been placed into the stars as the constellation known as Aquarius.

🪡- You shivered at the thought..you didn’t want that to happen to you. To be placed in the stars? Doomed to forever look down on earth and watch your family and friends grow? It may have been an honour back then but to you it was almost like a death sentence.

🏺- Either way, life with the Olympians got harder to cope with. Your privacy was always compromised and you were forced to many things you didn’t like. Sometimes the gods would be as bold to sneak up on you while you were bathing and either join you in the pool or touching up your nude body.

🪡-Often giving excuses for why they would do so, or simply ignoring your protest. It wasn’t hard to manhandle you after all..they were gods, and you were a puny human. Why should they care about your thoughts and feelings. It progressively got worse with them kissing your neck or cheek without your permission too- Apollo was the main culprit of that..

🏺- Sometimes you found yourself crying in a corner by yourself at the situation you were in. The only person willing to comfort you being Hestia. She obviously didn’t approve of this but she couldn’t do much besides being a safe space for you to turn to, which you appreciated.

🪡- But no matter how you protest, run, hide, or try to defy them; you are still theirs. That how they see it anyway, and they won’t change their mind..

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bumblebeesfromvenus · 6 months ago

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"After everything you've done... how will you sleep at night?"

"Next to my wife."

DAYUM Ody turned him into sushi and still managed to cook him

#husband of the year #epic the musical #epic odysseus #epic the troy saga #epic the thunder saga #epic the wisdom saga #epic circe saga #epic calypso #epic underworld saga #oddyseus #oddyseus of ithaca #poseidon #epic poseidon #epic x reader #epic the musical x reader

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calypso-apologist · 3 months ago

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Y/N: My poor baby! What happened

Polyphemus: The king of Ithaca broke into my room and he- *sob* he killed Mr. Fluffles! Then he gave me wine and blinded me, momma!

Y/N: ...

Y/N: Poseidon dear why don't you go start up a storm

Poseidon: Okay <3

alternatively

Y/N: POSEIDON HOLD ME BACK BEFORE I KICK THAT LITTLE SHIT BACK INTO OUR MOTHER'S WOMB

#ask #epic #epic musical #epic the musical #anon #epic poseidon #epic polyphemus #epic odysseus #epic poseidon x reader

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lisalamona · 2 months ago

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Lay All Your Love On Me

. Pairing: rockstar! Poseidon x gn! Reader . Summary: You're a photographer for the band Natural Disaster. There's been tension between you and Poseidon for months. Zeus thinks you two should just fuck. (I don't have enough brain power to make a proper summary, I'll edit it when I get the cnahce) . Warnings: I would say this oneshot is 16+. It gets kinda spicy towards the end. There's mentions of sex and swear words. . Notes: The voices... They told me to write this I feel like I could've done better with this but, you know what's done it's done, I know that If I don't put it out now I'll never be actually content with it poseidon divider made by @vibeswithrenai and taken from this post

Lights pulsed in a chaotic symphony, a swirl of blues, greens, and yellows swallowing the entire arena. The energy in the air was electric, thick with anticipation, the kind that pressed against your skin like an oncoming storm. If the massive speakers weren't rattling your bones, the roar of the crowd more than made up for it—a deafening wall of sound that left no doubt about the spectacle unfolding before them.

People had traveled from all over just for the chance to witness this moment, to see Natural Disaster live in the flesh. Thousands packed together, a sea of bodies moving as one, their cheers blending into the pounding bass that vibrated through the floor, creeping up your legs and settling deep in your chest. Some fans screamed the lyrics at the top of their lungs, others clutched onto each other, overwhelmed by the sheer energy of the night. The whole place felt alive, buzzing with an almost tangible force.

Even after nearly a year of touring with the band, you were still struck by the sheer magnitude of their audience—passionate, relentless, utterly devoted. You almost regretted not knowing about them before; it felt like a missed opportunity. But at the same time, maybe that ignorance had been a blessing in disguise. It had brought you here, given you this chance—an opportunity most fans could only dream of.

As the song swelled toward its chorus, you found yourself mouthing the words, the melodies, the slight inflections of the singer's voice etched into your mind like second nature. It had become instinct, like breathing. More than once, you'd caught yourself humming their songs during your downtime, the tunes slipping from your lips before you even realized it. Who knew how many other times it had happened unnoticed?

Your attention snapped back to reality, and you quickly readjusted the lens of your camera, bringing it to your eye once more. The three figures on stage seemed like they were having the time of their lives—energy radiating from them in waves. Or maybe that was just the way the bright stage lights mixed with the sweat glistening on their skin, making them appear almost otherworldly. The music pulsed through the air, vibrating in your chest, while the crowd around you swayed, screamed, and reached toward the performers as if they were divine beings descending from Olympus itself.

One of the three, the vocalist, turned his head in your direction, and the moment his gaze swept over the crowd, the volume of the screaming behind you somehow surged even higher. You silently thanked your past self for remembering earplugs.

Still, despite the chaos, his eyes found yours—and stayed there.

For a second, the world shrank, the lights dimmed, the crowd melted away. He was stunning, almost ethereal, as if the entire setup of the concert existed solely to highlight him. The glow of the lights framed his features in a halo of brilliance, while the deep, inky black of his hair shimmered faintly with a bluish outline, reflecting the colors behind him. His eyes—what little you could see of them through the moving lights—held something you couldn't quite place, but whatever it was, you knew it was something good. Something electric.

Your lips stopped moving. Lyrics left right on the tip of your tongue unsaid. He had you in a trance.

Then, as if sensing the spell he'd cast, he smirked.

The moment shattered, and your instincts kicked in. Without hesitation, you snapped a photo. Candid shots were always great, but this? A direct look, caught in time—that was something different. That was raw. That was real. It communicated things you couldn't quite explain.

Lowering your camera just slightly, you peeked over it—and there he was, still smirking, still looking directly at you. And worst of all, you knew, without a doubt, that smirk was meant for you.

You rolled your eyes, playful but unimpressed. His smirk widened, eyes glinting with amusement before he finally turned away, shifting his gaze to some unseen point in the middle of the audience, continuing with the performance.

You exhaled, glancing down at the screen to review the shot you had just captured.

Perfect.

The crowd behind you erupted again, their voices blending into one thunderous chant—one name over and over, rising like a prayer to the heavens.

"POSEIDON! POSEIDON! POSEIDON!"

The stage lights flickered in response, casting the entire scene in a fleeting, shimmering blue, like moonlight on crashing waves. And for a brief moment, you wondered if this man was just a performer—or something far more.

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"I think tonight went great."

The four of you made your way out of the arena through a dimly lit back alley, slipping through the heavy metal door that slammed shut behind you with a dull thud. It wasn't the most glamorous exit, but you had to stay humble somehow, right? In all seriousness, it was one of the safest ways to leave venues like this—without the risk of being swallowed by a screaming crowd.

Still, you had a feeling you could have walked right through the front doors if you wanted to. Considering how late it was and how long ago the concert had ended, the majority of fans had already cleared out. It was Zeus' fault, really. If anyone ever arrived late or left late, he was somehow always to blame. In this case, though, you silently thanked him for it.

"Yeah, we got to end it with a bang!"

You had been told you'd need to wait a few hours before getting back on the tour bus—the crew still had things to pack and prep before hitting the road again. You weren't too thrilled about the downtime, but it wasn't like you had a choice.

"What did you think, [Name]?"

Three heads turned toward you in perfect synchronization, their eyes gleaming with anticipation. They always asked, and you always gave the same answer. So this time, you decided to switch it up.

"Eh, it was fine."

You waved a dismissive hand, fighting to keep a straight face as the three of them froze in place.

"...Fine. Fine?"

Zeus, the blonde, looked as if you had just personally insulted his entire bloodline. His mouth hung open slightly, his brows furrowing before he lurched forward and clamped a hand against your forehead.

"Are you okay?" He demanded, eyes narrowing in suspicion.

You laughed, batting his hand away. "Yes."

"You never say it's fine. You're always all like—" Zeus suddenly slung an arm over your shoulders, lifting his hand like a talking puppet, bringing his voice higher in what you assumed was a terrible impression of you. "'Oh, well, I think it was splendid! Absolutely brilliant! Poseidon is divine! A true gift to the stage!'"

You barely heard the last part, too caught up in the sheer audacity of how he made you sound—like a tiny English orphan boy from some old timey novel.

"I don't sound like that!"

You turned to the other two for support, but Hades merely shrugged, and Poseidon... Well, he smirked, looking far too entertained.

Over the past year or so, you'd grown close to them—not just as colleagues, but as friends. Real friends. The kind that could spend hours together on the road without wanting to kill each other (well, most of the time). You had late-night conversations about nothing and everything, inside jokes that made no sense to anyone else, and a ridiculous amount of shared memories in different cities across the country. They had become your people. And, judging by the way they always included you in everything, you knew they felt the same.

Poseidon was the next to step beside you, his presence effortlessly replacing Zeus as he shoved the blonde's arm off your shoulders and draped his own there instead. Zeus scoffed, rolling his eyes as he gestured toward you and Poseidon, looking to Hades for support, but Hades merely shrugged again.

You stiffened slightly at the unexpected touch, but when Poseidon looked at you, the tension faded. His scent—something faintly salty, like the sea after a storm—washed over you, strangely familiar and oddly comforting. It was strange, really. You hadn't ever seen him anywhere near a large body of water, except for the few times the band stopped in coastal cities for a break. And yet, he always smelled like the ocean.

"Well," Poseidon drawled, giving your shoulder a light squeeze. "I think it's a good thing. Helps us improve, doesn't it, angel?"

His gaze lingered just a second too long. Neither of you looked away.

For a fleeting moment, the rest of the world faded.

Then—

"I heard of this one bar from a friend," Hades interrupted, breaking the spell as he glanced up from his phone. "We could go there while we wait. He said it isn't usually busy."

Poseidon turned to him, giving his brother a thumbs up. "Sounds good."

Just as you began heading in the direction of the bar, a small group of lingering fans spotted the band and rushed over. They weren't overwhelming—just a handful of excited people eager for a quick interaction.

"Could we get a picture?" One of them asked breathlessly, eyes darting between them in awe.

Poseidon shifted away, dropping his arm from your shoulders.

You instantly missed the warmth. The weight of it.

Still, you smiled, already holding out your hand for their phones. It wasn't the first time, and it wouldn't be the last. You didn't mind taking pictures—it was part of the job, unofficially.

But then, one of the girls stepped forward, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear as she looked at Poseidon with a giddy, almost shy expression.

"Can I get one with just you?"

Poseidon, ever the charmer, gave her an easy, lopsided grin. "Of course."

You raised the phone, framing the shot, but something about it made your stomach twist.

The way her hand lightly grazed his arm. The way he leaned in just a little closer for the picture. The way she bit her lip slightly before giggling.

Nothing inappropriate. Just too familiar.

You quickly snapped the picture and handed the phone back, forcing a neutral expression.

It wasn't a big deal. It shouldn't have been a big deal.

And yet.

Poseidon caught your eye as you handed the last phone back, something flickering in his expression. Maybe amusement. Maybe something else.

You watched as the small group of fans disappeared into the night, their excited chatter fading into the hum of the city. Zeus and Hades, meanwhile, had gone back to squinting at a map on Hades' phone, quietly bickering over which turn to take next, determined not to get lost.

"Jealous?"

Poseidon's voice was sudden, low, and far too close, making your heart jump just slightly. You recovered quickly, schooling your expression into a smirk as you glanced up at him.

"Not at all. Just tired." You stretched your arms lazily before dropping them back to your sides. "How far did you say the bar was?"

"Three blocks over... there!"

Hades finally lifted his gaze from his phone and pointed in the direction of a warmly lit bar sign down the street before taking the lead, Zeus following close behind.

Poseidon, however, didn't budge.

His sea colored eyes stayed fixed on you, expression unconvinced. He saw right through your excuse—probably already had some remark lined up about how your face definitely told a different story.

But before he could get the words out, you moved.

In one quick motion, you grabbed him by a belt loop and gave a firm tug, pulling him closer. The unexpected action made him stumble slightly, his face shifting in surprise—then, just for a moment, his ears burned red, his breath hitched, and his heart skipped a beat.

You didn't give him the chance to recover. With an innocent smile, you simply turned, still holding onto his belt loop, and started pulling him along toward his brothers.

That seemed to shut him up.

For now.

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By the time you finally made it to the bar, the four of you had settled into a secluded booth toward the back. It was a snug fit but comfortable, the kind of space that made it easy to sink into conversation without interruption. The atmosphere was calm—almost homely—an intimate contrast to the chaotic, electric energy of the arena.

The warm glow of dim lights reflected off polished wooden surfaces, casting soft shadows across the walls. A low hum of voices drifted around the room, but no one was loud or disruptive—just small groups of friends talking in hushed tones, likely regulars who had carved out this space as their own. The only other sound was the faint murmur of a football game playing on a small TV mounted in one corner, though judging by the lack of interest from anyone in the bar, it was probably a rerun.

You sat with your arms stretched out toward the center of the table, your camera resting in your hands, its screen illuminating the dim space as you scrolled through the night's captures. The three of them leaned in, watching as you flicked through the images.

Comments were thrown around—some admiring the shots, others laughing at the more unflattering ones. Zeus, of course, was the loudest, making sure to poke fun at Hades' stone faced expressions and his own occasional ridiculous poses. But as the slideshow continued, one comment, in particular, caught you off guard.

"Why are most of these Poseidon?"

Your fingers froze mid scroll.

Zeus had a raised brow and an infuriatingly smug smirk, leaning forward with one arm propped on the table, hand supporting his chin. Before you could even process how to respond, his expression flickered—just for a second—as if he had been struck with sudden pain. Someone had clearly kicked him under the table.

You weren't sure who.

"I just want to know!" Zeus protested, rubbing his leg and throwing an accusing glance around the table.

Your face heated up, your mind scrambling for an excuse.

"He's the main vocalist," You stated matte of factly, shifting in your seat. "If you have a problem, take it up with the people. It's what they want to see."

Zeus' smirk only widened.

"Are you the people?" Before you could formulate a response, another thud sounded beneath the table—this time louder, sharper. Zeus flinched, hissing in pain as he immediately bent down to rub his leg. "Stop that!"

You fought back a grin, quickly glancing at Poseidon, whose face remained neutral—too neutral.

But the glint in his eyes?

Yeah.

You had a pretty good idea who was responsible for the second kick.

Still, you quickly drowned what was left in your glass and stood up. You needed a second to breathe—to shake off the lingering embarrassment sitting heavy in your chest. It wasn't anything serious, nothing you couldn't handle, but still, your skin felt a little too warm, your pulse just a little too quick. A short walk to the bar and back would be enough to compose yourself.

"I'm going to get a refill. Anyone want anything?"

A chorus of no's and I'm fine's met your ears, so you simply nodded and made your way to the counter.

As you waited to be served, another patron leaned against the bar beside you—a guy, about your age, casually dressed, clearly waiting for his drink too. It wasn't long before you exchanged a few words, just friendly conversation, nothing out of the ordinary. But across the room, someone else seemed to think otherwise.

Poseidon sat stiffly in the booth, his drink untouched, his jaw just slightly clenched. His deep blue eyes locked onto the guy at the bar like a predator watching potential prey. It was almost laughable how intense his stare was—if looks could kill, that man would've dropped right then and there.

Zeus noticed. With a slow, knowing smirk, he leaned toward Poseidon, voice dripping with amusement. "You keep glaring like that, and he might actually drop dead."

Poseidon exhaled sharply, tearing his gaze away and taking a slow sip of his drink, trying to appear indifferent. It wasn't working. "I'm not glaring."

"Oh, shut up." Zeus leaned forward, lowering his voice just enough to keep it between them. "You've been pining for months. Months. Even Hades can't take it anymore."

As if on cue, Hades, who had remained mostly quiet, reached across the table and grabbed the camera still sitting open in the center. His sharp eyes flicked to the screen—a clear shot of Poseidon, captured in perfect lighting, an almost ethereal glow around him. He turned the screen toward his younger brother.

"It's a sign." Hades stated simply.

Poseidon frowned. "A sign?"

"They like you too. And if you need more proof, let's talk about the unbearable tension between you two." He sat back, crossing his arms. "Honestly, it's getting exhausting to watch."

"And those stupid braids! You let them braid your hair like some kindergartener every night!" Zeus threw his hands in the air, exasperated.

Poseidon instinctively glanced down at the braids you had done for him earlier that night. They weren't anything elaborate—just a few loose ones scattered through his hair, with two framing his face. You'd woven small trinkets into them, mostly ocean themed charms—tiny seashells, beads shaped like starfish, a silver wave. He had reminded you of his domain, and you had made it very clear in your choices. And he wore them with pride, he wasn't about to let his brother take it away.

He absentmindedly reached up, running his fingers over one of the charms before looking back at his younger brother, expression almost offended. "They're not stupid. I like them."

Zeus snorted. "You look like a hippie."

Poseidon arched a brow. "Did you look at yourself in the mirror before stepping out?"

Before Zeus could fire back, Hades sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Alright, enough." He muttered, effectively cutting through their bickering. His gaze shifted to Poseidon. "They won't be there forever for you to tell them and you know that. It's clear that you want to. Stop being the Poseidon that puts everyone at an arm's length and just do it."

Poseidon rolled his eyes, but the lightest hint of pink dusted his cheeks. He brought his drink back to his lips.

Zeus, of course, had to make it worse.

"Or, in better words—just fuck already."

Poseidon nearly choked on his drink.

"Shut up." His voice came out more flustered than threatening, especially with the way he quickly glanced around to see if you had heard that. His blush deepened when Zeus waggled his brows at him.

"I'm just saying—" Zeus continued, clearly enjoying this way too much. "You need to quit staring like some lovesick fool and do something about it."

Then, suddenly, his focus shifted. A girl had just walked into the bar—a striking one, by the way Zeus' gaze immediately locked onto her.

"For example..." He tapped the table once before standing up. "Watch and learn, brother. You'll get to experience it firsthand."

And just like that, he was gone, striding toward the girl with all the confidence of a man who had never once been rejected, not that it was true.

Poseidon exhaled, running a hand through his hair.

Hades turned the camera toward him again, this time slowly pushing it to him, expression unreadable.

"You know he's right."

Poseidon groaned, rubbing a hand down his face.

"Great. Just what I needed—you agreeing with him."

Poseidon huffed, leaning back against the booth with his arms crossed.

Hades, ever composed, simply shrugged. "I'm not saying you should rush into things and have sex straight away." His tone was dry, amused. "But you do need to tell them. It's going to eat you alive if you don't." He met Poseidon's gaze evenly. "You'll know the right moment. And if you don't take it when it comes, you're going to regret it."

Before Poseidon could argue, Hades' phone buzzed against the wooden table, cutting through the conversation. The screen lit up, and Poseidon caught a glimpse of the contact photo—his sister in law's familiar face.

Persephone.

It was almost a ritual at this point. Every night after a show, without fail, she called to check in. Maybe to ask how things had gone, maybe just to hear Hades' voice. Either way, Poseidon had lost count of how many times this exact moment had played out.

Hades barely glanced at the screen before reaching for the phone, a rare, almost imperceptible softness passing over his usually sharp features.

"It worked for me." He murmured before standing up and making his way toward the exit. The door swung shut behind him, the cold night air swallowing his voice as he answered the call.

Poseidon glanced around the nearly empty table, a quiet exhale slipping past his lips. It was as if the universe was mocking him—one by one, everyone had slipped away, leaving him the last one standing. Hades had stepped outside, deep in conversation with Persephone. Zeus had all but disappeared, wrapped up in a flirtatious exchange with the woman who had just walked in. And then there was you.

His eyes found you at the bar, where you exchanged a friendly wave with the man you'd been talking to as he returned to his table. You didn't seem particularly invested in the conversation—just polite, casual—but it still made something coil uncomfortably in Poseidon's stomach.

Before he could think too much about it, his hand instinctively reached for your camera, making sure no one else would take it in your absence. Then he pushed himself up from the booth and walked straight toward you, not hesitating for a second.

"What are you having?"

His voice was low, close—closer than you expected. Before you could react, one of his arms slipped around your waist, the sudden contact making you jump slightly. His touch was cool, his fingers settling almost too naturally on your hip, as if they had always belonged there.

It wasn't just a fleeting touch, either. His thumb moved in slow, absentminded circles over the fabric of your clothes, sending an unexpected shiver up your spine. Your mind short circuited for a moment.

You swallowed hard, forcing yourself to focus. "Just some water."

Poseidon raised a brow. "Nothing else?"

"Yeah, not in the mood to let you guys drink me under the table again." You finally turned to meet his gaze, expression playfully accusing. "I've learned my lesson."

"It was one time!"

"It was embarrassing."

"It was adorable."

The bartender slid your glass of water toward you, and you took a sip, letting the cool liquid settle your nerves. Glancing back toward the booth, you realized how empty it looked.

"Where are the rest? Are we leaving?"

Poseidon followed your gaze before checking the clock on the TV screen. "We probably should." He took out his wallet and paid the bartender what was owed.

You downed the rest of your drink, letting him guide you toward the entrance.

As you passed Zeus, still deeply engrossed in conversation with the stunning woman from earlier, Poseidon didn't even slow his pace.

"He's married."

The words were spoken so casually, as if it was just an offhand remark. But they landed like a thunderclap. The woman stiffened, her expression shifting in an instant. Without another word, she stood up and left.

Zeus groaned dramatically. "Oh, come on!"

Poseidon, still not sparing him a glance, only smirked.

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The bus was quiet, save for the soft hum of the engine as it rolled down the darkened highway. Most of the others had already settled in for the night. Hades, ever the responsible one, had turned in first, slipping into his bunk with a final check of his phone before muttering a goodnight. Zeus, on the other hand, had collapsed onto his bed with all the grace of a fallen tree, his snores already filling the small space.

Poseidon, however, was still awake—still thinking.

Zeus and Hades' words from earlier refused to leave his head, circling like vultures. You need to tell them. It's going to eat you from the inside out. He scoffed softly to himself. Like it was that easy.

And now, with the bus lights dimmed and the world outside nothing but a blur of passing headlights, he found himself glancing toward your bunk, where the soft glow of your laptop screen illuminated your face.

You were sitting cross legged, laptop propped on your thighs as you transferred the night's photos from your camera. Your bunk was the top one—you had fought tooth and nail to get it, determined not to settle for anything less. What you didn't know was that Poseidon had let you have it, even if he'd never admit it.

As you carefully checked the last of the transfers, Poseidon walked by, already dressed for bed—pajama pants hanging low on his hips, a tank top clinging to his frame in a way that made it impossible not to look. When his eyes landed on you, there was no surprise. Of course you were still awake.

"You still up?"

You hummed in response, not looking away from the screen, even though you really wanted to. "Making sure I don't lose any pictures."

He lingered for a moment, then, with a casual air masking something deeper, asked, "Can I see them again?"

You turned to him, surprised by his genuine interest. "Of course."

With effortless strength, Poseidon grabbed the edge of your bunk and hoisted himself up, careful not to bump his head in the cramped space. You adjusted your laptop, angling the screen toward him as he settled beside you, shoulders almost touching.

The two of you scrolled through the images, laughter slipping between you as you pointed out ridiculous expressions and perfectly timed shots.

"You actually managed to look right at the lens," You mused, clicking through the images. "Which is wild because with all those lights, I'd imagine it'd be hard to spot it."

Poseidon tilted his head slightly, his gaze flicking from the screen to you. "It's hard not to look at you."

You froze.

He had leaned in to say it—so close, his breath brushed your ear, his voice deep and low. Your entire body tensed at the unexpected sensation. The space between you felt suddenly nonexistent. He was always cool to the touch, like the ocean breeze on a late night, but now—now he was warm. Too warm. His presence was overwhelming in the best way, his body radiating heat like a fire in the dead of winter.

Your hands stilled over the laptop. The moment stretched. You turned your head, searching his eyes, desperate to know if this was just more of the playful flirting he always threw your way, or if—

His gaze flickered downward. To your lips.

The air between you thickened, charged, pulling you forward before you could think better of it. His lips met yours—soft, warm, lingering in a way that felt certain. No hesitation. No teasing. Just him.

You supposed that was your answer.

Poseidon tilted his head slightly, deepening the kiss, his hand drifting to the back of your neck, fingers threading through your hair as he pulled you closer. You melted into it. He tasted faintly of mint and something sweet, something him. When you finally broke apart, breathless, he hovered just inches away, his thumb tracing absentminded circles against your skin.

Out of nowhere you had the courage to speak. "You put on this rough, brooding persona." You murmured, lips brushing against his. "But I know you."

Poseidon exhaled a soft chuckle, raising a brow. "Really?"

"Really."

A slow smirk pulled at his lips. "What do you know?"

You exhaled, your fingers curling into the fabric of his tank top. "...You want..."

Poseidon's voice dropped an octave. "What do I want?" His nose brushed yours, the tension crackling between you like a brewing storm. "Show me."

The next kiss was different—hungrier. His hands found your waist, pulling you flush against him as his mouth moved over yours, stealing every breath you had to offer. Your laptop was an afterthought as Poseidon reached past you, flipping it shut before taking your camera and carefully lowering it to his bunk below.

Or at least, that was the plan.

Thud.

He hit his head on the low ceiling ledge, where the curtain rails ran.

You broke into laughter. "Oh, you're laughing?" He muttered, rubbing the sore spot, his expression both irritated and amused.

"A little bit." You teased.

Poseidon narrowed his eyes, tilting his head. "Oh, I'll shut you up."

With that, he lowered you back onto the mattress, one hand gripping your thigh, kneading the muscle as he brought it up, pulling you against him. His fingers trailed upward, firm yet teasing, sending sparks down your spine. He tilted your head to the side, lips grazing your jaw, then lower, lower—his mouth settling at the delicate space between your jaw and neck.

When he pressed his lips there, you let out a soft whimper, barely aware you had done it. The warmth of his mouth against your skin, the way his breath fanned over the sensitive spot—it was dizzying.

He smirked against your neck. He barely had time to make a comment before—

"Hey!"

Zeus' voice shattered the moment. "If you're gonna have sex, do it at the next stop OUTSIDE the bus. I don't wanna hear you two going at it!"

Heat flooded your face. You let your forehead fall against Poseidon's shoulder, laughing softly in embarrassment.

Poseidon groaned, dragging a hand down his face. "Shut up, Zeus."

Zeus snickered. "You're welcome." It was revenge for what he had done before.

Poseidon muttered something under his breath, but as you glanced up at him—his face slightly pink, his lips kiss swollen—you just smiled.

You gave him one last chaste kiss on the mouth, slow and lingering, a quiet promise that this wasn't the end of whatever had just begun. Your fingers brushed over his arm in a gentle pat, grounding both of you back to reality.

"We should go to sleep." You murmured, your voice softer now, reluctant but firm.

His eyes, still hazy with emotion, softened at the sight of you. There was something unspoken in his gaze, something that made your heart clench just a little. But he didn't argue. He simply exhaled, slow and steady, before finally loosening his hold on you.

His fingers grazed your waist one last time as he pulled away, as if reluctant to break the connection.

"Yeah," He finally said, voice quieter now. "we should."

With one last glance, he eased himself down from your bunk, settling into his own below you. The space between you suddenly felt colder, emptier—but the warmth he left behind lingered on your skin. You couldn't help the smile that had formed on your face from ear to ear, you had to stop yourself from squealing, though.

And with that, the bus rolled on, carrying you both into the quiet of the night.

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