#odydio fic

[twist-shout-and-shells]

So, here's a little peek at that odydio fic I've been talking about here. Is this anything? I'm kind of uncertain about the characterisation.

Content warning: blood, nsfw

Context: year three, after a battle

Sthenelus lets him in with a suspicious glare. The ox skin that serves as door to Diomedes’ tent falls closed behind him, trapping him in the stifled room. The whole place rinks of post–battle rush.

“What do you want?” Diomedes asks without looking at him. 

Odysseus stops in his tracks. He’s seen Diomedes naked before. He’s seen Diomedes covered in blood before. Both at the same time—that’s new.

“I…” He clears his throat. “Someone mentioned you got hurt. I just wanted to…”

To see how you were. To make sure you’re alright. 

He could brush it off as a cordiality between commanders if they didn’t have a past—short as it is. But as he stands there, faced with Diomedes’ temperate indifference and his marble-sculptured, blood-soaked back side, he realises it looks a bit too much as if he cares.

“I’m not. It was just a scratch,” Diomedes says, shrugging one shoulder to show off a shallow, diagonal cut. A stray arrow, probably. 

The rest of the blood is obviously not his. The Argive scrubs at his chest with a wet rag, accomplishing little. There’s dried blood on his thighs, his arms, even on his face, sticking to his stubble, which is longer than he usually allows it to grow. 

Diomedes wrings out the rag and dampens it again. The water on the basin is stained pink.

Odysseus, like a suicidal lamb walking straight into the mouth of a hungry lion, steps close to him. Diomedes’ turns with a frown, and he deftly takes the cloth from the Argive’s fingers.

“You missed a spot,” he drawls, eyes fixed on Diomedes’, and rubs the cloth down his chest. 

He wants to clean him up with his tongue, press his face to his pulse point, and smell the number of casualties on him, feel the strong beating of his heart against his skin.

Diomedes watches him. His coal eyes darken when Odysseus’ hand travels to his back, leaving his skin damp on its wake, and then lower.

“Tired of keeping yourself company, Laertiades?” He asks, giving him that snarl-like smirk of his.

He brushes his nose to Diomedes’ dagger-sharp collarbone.

“Leave my father out of this.” 

Before he can dip his hand between Diomedes’ thighs, the Argive seizes his wrist.

“We tried this, Odysseus. It didn’t work.”

He turns his best smirk up to Diomedes, the one that usually makes people tremble in anticipation of whatever disastrously clever schemes he has in mind. Diomedes meets it with a stern eyebrow.

“Well…” His free hand cradles the nape of Diomedes’ neck, fingers brushing his blond-soaked curls. “I hear mistakes are better the second time you make them.”

Diomedes shakes his head slightly, moving Odysseus’ hand to his thigh to rub at the blood on it. Odysseus pictures what happened by the shape of the stain—a Trojan soldier on Diomedes’ arms, a knife to his stomach, his guts spilling out and soaking through Diomedes’ tunic where his pterygia didn’t cover it.

“I’m not your wife,” the Argive says, more softly than the last time, but by no means sweetly. “I won’t be nice to you.”

“That’s good.” He drops the rag. “‘Cause I don’t need you to be nice to me.”

Diomedes pulls him in by the waist. Their mouths clash like two beasts in the wild—untamed and hungry and far too keen on devouring each other. Diomedes tastes like dried sweat and rusted copper. His skin is a furnace under Odysseus’ hand, and his grip on Odysseus’ waist is bruising.

There’s a rather fine bed in the tent, but they end up on the leather hides on the floor beside Odysseus’ ruined tunic. 

For a moment, he thinks Diomedes will have his way with him, and it makes him dizzy with want as his blood flows south too fast. But the Argive straddles his hips, and Odysseus holds onto his thighs and stares up at him—glorious and wild and covered in the blood of the innocents they travelled all this way to slaughter over someone else’s wife. If Diomedes wanted to strangle him to death right now, he wouldn’t be opposed. At least he’d be free of the war. 

Diomedes’ teeth graze his neck. He bucks his hips up, desperate for friction, and moans when those canines dig into his skin. It’s harsh, and it’s mean, and Odysseus tilts his head to the side to give him more room to bite and lick and suck to his heart’s desire.

There’s an utter lack of control in it all that he’s never seen in the young man before. Diomedes is their most experienced commander, and while he is a terrifying sight on the plains, he fights with god-like discipline, with the confidence of someone who has trained his whole life to yield a sword and throw a spear. Like a perfectly contained flame. 

As he pins Odysseus’ shoulders to the floor of his tent and rides his hips until pink rivulets of sweat roll down his back, it’s like a torch dropped onto an endless, dry field. It spreads, and it spreads, and it spreads, and all Odysseus can do is let the flames lap him up. He holds onto Diomedes’ waist and lets him take what he wants from him. 

For once in his life, Odysseus has no clever words to say. Diomedes grunts out his pleasure, framed above him by the dim light of the tent like a divine vision. There’s blood on Odysseus' skin, blood that doesn’t belong to either of them. They’re not hurt, not yet. An arrow scrape to Diomedes’ shoulder is nothing compared to how much they could hurt each other.

[masterofthewarcry]

Diomedes story could SO be about giving up toxic masculinity if you pitch it right. he's steeped in this warrior culture since birth basically, and he goes to war again and again and again and again until he gets home from Troy and just gives up. he's so tired and he wont fight his best friends son and he doesn't even want to rule Argos anyway, he just wants to rest. AND THEN, if he goes to Ithaca and lives there but DOESNT marry Penelope?? it's so anti-greek masculinity but it makes so much sense for his character. OF COURSE he's too loyal to even think about doing what any of the suitors would HE CANT do that to Odysseus. and the suitors would call him all sorts of names! but he just takes it because he's used to that anyway (cough, Agamemnon and Nestor cough). and then when Odysseus comes back?? if hes HAPPY to let Odysseus take his throne and his wife and son back because Diomedes loves him? it doesn't even have to be romantic love! its SO anti-masculinity but everything about him is so masculine at the same time you cannot convince me this narrative is not what the culture NEEDS

[little-cereal-draws]

These three because I love this ship so much

*Penelope and Diomedes flirting with each other yet again* Odysseus: And you two are sure you're not dating? Penelope: 100%. Diomedes: Of course not! Why would you think that? Odysseus: I wonder why that possibility would even cross my mind, Diomedes. I fucking wonder.

-

Diomedes: Two years ago, I married my best friend. Diomedes: Penelope is still mad about it, but me and Odysseus were drunk and thought it was funny. -

Odysseus: Hey, babe, remember how I had to go to the pharmacy to pick up my ADHD meds? Penelope: Yes? Odysseus: Well, it turns out they're all out for the next five days. Penelope: Fuck. Odysseus: It's gonna be a fun week! Penelope: I'm going to Diomedes's house. Odysseus: Nuh-uh. Through sickness and health, motherfucker. -

Penelope: Having two partners is both amazing and complicated. But all our problems are solved with communication. Diomedes: It’s my turn to cuddle Odysseus. Penelope: FIVE MORE MINUTES DAMMIT! -

Diomedes: H-how do you ask someone out? Odysseus: Well, first- Penelope: Don't ask him, he asked me out in a McDonalds parking lot. Diomedes: ...And you said yes? -

*Odysseus is telling a story* Penelope: Wow, Odysseus, this story has everything! Action! Adventure! Romance! Diomedes: Romance? Penelope: I'm in love with him. -

Penelope, holding a rock: Diomedes just gave this to me and said "I feel like you deserve the moon but all I can give you is a rock". Odysseus: If you don't marry him, I will. -

Diomedes: It's pretty cold outside... wanna hold hands? We should stay close. Odysseus, blushing: Okay. Penelope: It's fucking summer. -

Odysseus: If I say I love you, will you say it back? Diomedes: Yes. Odysseus: I love you. Diomedes: It back. *Later* Penelope: Why is Odysseus crying face-down on the floor? -

Penelope: Ooh, somebody has a crush Odysseus: Pfft, I don’t have a crush on Diomedes. I just think he's cool, it’s not like I stay up at night thinking about him. *Later that night* Odysseus, very much awake: Uh oh. -

Penelope: Did Diomedes just tell me he loved me for the first time? Odysseus: Yeah, he did. Penelope: And did I just do finger guns back? Odysseus: Yeah, you did. -

Penelope: You don't need my blessing to go kiss Diomedes. In fact, I was pretty sure you were already kissing Diomedes! Odysseus: Nope. Penelope: In that case, as the archbishop of Odysseus's fully awakened gaydom, I give you my blessing to immediately leave and rectify that as soon as possible! Go now, my child, and kiss Diomedes right on the lips!!! -

Odysseus: Thank you all for coming. Penelope, wearing a hospital gown: When I heard you couldn't get laid, I dropped everything and came straight here. Odysseus: Well, I couldn't imagine anyone else being part of the "Fuck Odysseus Task Force". Diomedes: Yeah, I interpreted that in a different way. -

Odysseus: *looking through his closet* Has anyone seen my top? Diomedes: Penelope’s in the kitchen. -

Diomedes: *sucking on a popsicle* Penelope: Pfft, you practicing for when Odysseus gets here? Diomedes: *takes a huge ass bite out of the popsicle* Penelope: *Concern* -

Diomedes: *is wearing silk pants* How does this look? Odysseus: Like its slips on and off really easily. Diomedes: Odysseus: No, I didn't mean it like that- Penelope: We know what you meant. -

Penelope: Can you please just apologize to Diomedes? Odysseus: Fine, but I have to warn you that this may make me a nicer, better person and that is not who you feel in love with. -

Diomedes: Hi, sorry I’m late. I was doing a couple of things and got distracted. Odysseus: I’m “a couple of things”. Penelope: I’m “got distracted”. *Penelope and Odysseus high five* -

Penelope: That shirt looks great, Odysseus. Odysseus: Thanks. Penelope: But I bet it would look even better on Diomedes's floor. Diomedes: Are you hitting on Odysseus... for me? -

Diomedes: Hey, Odysseus? Can I get some dating advice? Odysseus: Just because I'm with Penelope doesn't mean I know how I did it.

[deadbaguette]

Commission for @aster-aspera ❤️

For their fic ‘Killing Floor’ in the AMAZING series ‘Wishbone’ !

It was so fun working with you :D

[just-your-local-rafan]

To the beautiful and amazing person that wrote that ABSOLUTE MASTERPEICE that was the odydio mpreg fic...

I would just like to say thank you because omfg that was funny as fuck and it made my day.

so to whoever you are and whether you see this or not, thank you and would you consider writing Penelope's reaction as a sequel because i NEEEED to say more.

[o3o-lapd-o3o]

it may be 9pm at night, but time took cook myself some dinner and then play some hades as a reward (or read some more odydio fics who knows)

[usagibaba]

technically inspired by hammond's translation of the iliad that i'm currently reading but who are we kidding 70% of this is inspired by That One Comic™ by @simoondraws

[carriejack03van]

No loyalty towards the sea chapter 11

[leynaeithnea]

Accidently started a new fic

We'll see if i finish writing it?

[differentnerddiplomatopera]

Script (cus writing actual conversations, like actual human dialogue, is extremely hard. Sooooo yeah.

Scene 1

Time: Event post-palladium heist

Setting: The Argive Camp ground

Odysseus is making his way to Diomedes camp. After the events of the night, not speaking to Dio about the events of the night was torturing him. He planned to speak to Dio, if the fates let him.

Internal Odysseus: “I have truly lost it. Truly lost it. Attempting to stab Diomedes, my dearest friend, Diomedes! A part of my heart. My heart! I must truly hate myself. I could have done anything else. Literally anything else.” 

He stops walking. He knows the prayer on the tip of his lips is highly ineffective, due to a lack of an offering; but Odysseus was feeling out of his mind tonight.

“Pallas Athena, please forgive this old fool for my transgression against your champion. And please give me the courage to speak to Dio. I desire to speak to him, to explain away the chaos that I have caused tonight.”

A few minutes passed, and Odysseus was feeling discouraged. But the familiar comfort of Athena’s watchful owl gave him courage. Odysseus, rejuvenated and full with blind faith and stupidity, made his way to Diomedes' tent.

[lanternliighting]

only 91 fics under the odydio tag on ao3??

i won't stand for the lack of content for my blorbos 💥💥💥

[masterofthewarcry]

a little teaser of the 5 + 1 fic:

He watches Odysseus sink to his knees in the sea, reaching down to splash water on his face, and ignores the frantic beating of his heart. He could tell himself that it’s just the excitement of the kill, the leftover adrenaline in his veins like he used to tell himself, but denying it seems pointless after ten years. 

Pulling his bloodied tunic over his head and dropping it into the sand, Diomedes wades into the waves next to Odysseus, and then passes him, until he can submerge himself fully into the water. For a moment, there is nothing, just the cold empty embrace of the sea. He breathes deep as he resurfaces, blinking the salt out of his eyes to see Odysseus’s grinning face. 

“Here.” Odysseus says, patting the shallow water in front of him. 

Diomedes wades back towards the shore to sit in front of his friend. Odysseus rises up onto his knees behind him, and with gentle fingers, begins pulling at Diomedes hair, releasing the damp curls from the three long plaits Sthenelus put them in yesterday. 

He grits his teeth as Odysseus tugs at the knots. “Gentle.”

“I’ve seen you walk around camp with a spearhead stuck in your shoulder like it’s nothing, stop complaining about me tugging on your hair.” Odysseus says. 

“Hm.”

Silence passes over them, and Diomedes shuts his eyes, content to watch the inside of his eyelids grow more and more orange as the sun rises higher and higher past the horizon. When Odysseus has freed all of his hair from the braids, he dips his hands into the waves, massaging the salty water clinging to his fingertips into Diomedes’ scalp. A heavy groan releases itself from his throat. 

“Mm.” Odysseus hums in response, clearly pleased at the reaction he elicited. 

Once Odysseus’s fingers still, Diomedes turns around to look at his friend, admiring the way the sun paints his face. He lets his eyes trail over his nose and cheeks, moving down until he’s met with his lips, already curled into a smirk, like he knows where this is going. It’s been going to the same place for nearly eight years. 

“You’ve got blood in your beard.”

“Ah.” Odysseus says. “Will you-?”

“Of course.” Diomedes places a gentle hand to the back of Odysseus’s neck, and watches his friend's eyes flutter shut. Leaning close, he lets his breath hit Odysseus’s lips and watches him swallow sharply. With a triumphant grin, he pushes his friend face-first into the waves. 

Cackling as Odysseus arises from the ocean with an indignant splutter, he’s ready when he lunges forward, attempting to wrap his hands around Diomedes’ neck. They throw each other about for a while, each catching more than one faceful of salty water and a punch or two to the stomach. It doesn’t last long as they’re both already tired, and Odysseus is the first to give in, raising his hands in surrender as he flops back down into the wet sand. 

“Truce.”

“Alright,” Diomedes says, leaning forward to plant a salty kiss on his friend’s lips. “Truce.”

Odysseus licks the salt from his lips with a grin, and opens his mouth to speak, but is interrupted by a long growl from Diomedes’ stomach. “We need to eat.”

“Mm.”

[yourlokalescholar]

Nobody asked but I delivered!

Cursed concept: Odydio mpreg, where one of them gets head-pregnant like Zeus did with Athena.

Bonus points if neither of them can figure out where the headache is coming from, so Athena has to give them “The Talk”.

[qinnyanimation]

I stumbled upon this cursed Odydio fic on ao3 and it’s way too funny not to draw😭

( The said fic https://archiveofourown.org/works/59279266/chapters/151179196 )

[elixs-mythology-corner]

I just saw a "period typical homophobia" tag on an Odydio fic?

[o3o-lapd-o3o]

i promise, i am working on part 2 of this! =͟͟͞͞(꒪ᗜ꒪‧̣̥̇)

...i've just keep getting distracted either playing hades, or reading "the iliad" (*cough* its-actually-odydio-fics-on-ao3 *cough*) or just straight up listening/singing to the epic musical sagas while scrolling through tumblr...

i have the attention span of a gnat ok? and i'm very easily distracted...