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"Till you're just another girl on the subway"

♡Circe x fem!reader

♡Review: You've been dating Circe for a while, and to you, everything has been going well, that is, until her letters start to lose purpose. You decide to visit her, which leads to your inevitable breakup.

♡content: Angst, woman loving woman, circe breaks up with you, somewhat long distance, love struck reader, Hermes is the messenger.

♡Author's note: What better way to cope with a breakup than writing about it and making everyone suffer 😋 winners are NOT winning over here

Circe was the first person you ever fell deeply in love with. Sure, there had been other suitors and fleeting romances before her, but something about Circe captivated you in a way that felt utterly unique. It was as if she were the only woman in the world for you, a singular force that kept you grounded amidst the chaos of everyday life. How her warm hair caught the sunlight and danced in the breeze was mesmerising, transforming each moment with her into something precious, a fleeting treasure that you clung to desperately.

You cherished Circe dearly, and every day you penned heartfelt love letters to her, pouring out the depths of your emotions with words that flowed like a river. Each letter was a testament to your love, a fragile lifeline connecting you across the distance of her exile on the island of Aeaea. The warmth of her responses was your solace, her words a balm for your soul. However, as time slipped away, the vibrant colours of her affection began to fade. The arrival of her letters, once a sweet, fragrant breeze, turned into a mere whisper of what had been.

With every response, the spark that had ignited your heart began to flicker. The tenderness in her words diminished, replaced by vague platitudes and a disheartening distance that etched itself into your spirit. Where once her letters had brimmed with praise, now they felt hollow, like echoes of a past that had slipped through your fingers. Each new letter arrived like a stone dropped into the gaping chasm of your heart, deepening the sense of loss that was settling in your chest. You found yourself questioning everything, wrestling with the gnawing fear that something fundamental had broken between you.

In desperation, you sought answers from Hermes during his next visit, each moment laden with unspoken hope and trepidation. But when you mentioned Circe's name, Hermes wore an expression that sent ice coursing through your veins—a flicker of sympathy in his eyes that quickly morphed into the mask of his usual cocky facade.

"Oh darling, I'm only the messenger," he said, but the hollowness of his laughter was a bitter pill to swallow. It rang with an unsettling uncertainty, shattering the fragile peace you had clung to.

'Did I do something wrong?'

'Does she hate me?'

'What is happening to us?'

Your mind spiralled into a maelstrom of dark scenarios, each one more gut-wrenching than the last. Convinced that you needed to confront Circe directly to uncover the truth, you resolved to take matters into your own hands. With a heart heavy with dread, you compelled Hermes to take you to Aeaea, pushing through his reluctant protests. The weight of your resolve was suffocating, ignited by a flicker of hope against the backdrop of despair.

Yet, deep down, a haunting fear lingered: What if the magic that once bound you together had dissolved into the air, leaving nothing but shadows of what once was? Each step toward her felt like walking into the storm, an impending confrontation with the reality you feared most. It was a journey shadowed by the uncertain hope of love rekindled, yet tainted with the cruelty of loss that loomed like a spectre in the depths of your heart.

You arrived at her front door, somewhat scared of what you may find out. However, you swallowed the thick pit that lay in your throat, gathered each bit of confidence you had and entered the palace. You stepped inside, looking around nervously until you saw her. There she was, her back turned to you as she worked on some spells with her moly plants. She looked absolutely radiant, you felt as though she was the prettiest girl in the world. You felt your pulse quicken and your heart starting to beat so fast it might just fly out of your chest. A burning heat was crawling up your neck and laying on your cheeks, and was it getting hotter in here?

She turned to look at you, brushing a small strand of hair out of her face, you shimmering eyes landing on yours and you swore you forgot the whole reason you were there in the first place. Though Circe didn't hold the same shining love in her eyes the way you did, matter of fact, her eyes seemed somewhat dull and maybe a pinch of annoyance, though you, being in your love-struck state, didn't notice or rather didn't care.

"Hey." She said, her voice hesitating

"Hi!" Your voice rang, a noticeable contrast in both of your voices. You sounded happy–way too happy for what's about to happen.

"We need to talk." Her voice is firmer now, but still has a slight hint of hesitation. She sounded as though she knew you were coming, like she planned out exactly how this was gonna go.

Your love-sick smile never left your face as she led you to a chair and sat you down. She can't look at you now, her eyes drifted to look everywhere but yours, but you, you couldn't look anywhere but at her, and that's what made this hurt even more.

"I...I don't think this is going to work out."

You were abruptly jolted out of the love-filled trance that had enveloped you, as if a sharp bell had rung in your ears. Suddenly, your body felt leaden, weighed down as if you were burdened with heavy stones in every crevice. Each muscle ached, and even the air around you seemed thick, pressing against your skin. Your heart plummeted like a stone, sinking six feet below the surface of calmness that had once cradled you. Meanwhile, your stomach twisted and churned violently, like a whirlpool of anxiety, empty yet heavy with dread. A thick lump rose in your throat, constricting your ability to swallow, as if it were made of iron. Your breathing grew erratic and shallow, each inhale coming with a ragged edge, leaving you gasping for a sense of normalcy that felt just out of reach.

"What?"

That was all you could manage to say, you tried your best to keep yourself composed as those words continued to ring through your head.

"I'm sorry, but I can't do this anymore–" she continued to explain everything though you it all started to blur. Whatever she was saying started to tune out and your eyes started to sting. You barely realised that you were crying, not just crying– fully sobbing. Everything was blurring, each one of your senses fuzzy. Your whole world was crumbling right in front of you. You felt somewhat worthless, and the worst part was that you couldn't even understand why this was happening. You thought everything was going well, you thought that she was happy. Not too long ago, she told you that she thought you two were soulmates–that she would marry you one day and you'd live together happily. Was it all a lie? Did she do all of this just to make you feel like shit after?

You were drawn back to earth after she called out your name. Your whole body was shaking vigorously. You looked up at her, and she still wasn't looking at you.

'Look at me...please.'

'Tell me this is a joke.'

'Tell me you don't mean it'

'Say you love me, please just tell me you love me."

You wanted to beg, though nothing left your throat.

The entire time, you said nothing, just sat there sobbing, rethinking everything. All of those nights together, the way she held you touched you and explored you. It was all for nothing. She was done with you now.

"We can still be friends, though..."

Those words echoed in your mind.

'Friends?' How could we ever be friends? I'm what world could we be friends? I've seen you in your most vulnerable state, and you dare to call me a friend?

Though there was so much to say, you still stayed silent. Instead, you just got up, startling her slightly. She hesitantly called out your name but you just ignored her and left. She didn't follow you. Why would she? She didn't love you anymore. She had no need for you either.

You went out the door and headed straight to the tree you knew Hermes would be fooling around in. yoy expected him to laugh at you, make a teasing comment, or just smile at you suffering, but instead he embraced you. It was tender, full of compassion.

"Come on, let me take you home," he said softly, his voice barely above a whisper.

He didn't press for details or demand that you share what was troubling you. Instead, he simply sat beside you, allowing the tears to flow freely, creating a quiet space where your emotions could breathe. In that moment, you felt the weight of the world lift just a little because he understood that sometimes, all you needed was a comforting presence to help you through the storm.

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"7 Mintues In Heaven"

♡Modern! College au! Hermes x Fem! Reader

♡ Description: you play 7 minutes of heaven at a dionysius frat party

♡Content: Suggesting themes, mentions of drinking, dry humping, tit kissing, frat party, situationship lowkey.

♡Author's note: I had to get away from writing about Telemachus so I can write about my beautiful, sexy, amazing, pretty, stunning, handsome, astounding king. Also, it's like 1 am rn and I'm mad tired, so pls excuse my writing if there are any mistakes.

You were invited to one of Dionysius' frat parties, though it was a weeknight, Circe had convinced you it would be fun, though it would be best to refrain from heavy drinking, though, of course, no one had heeded that warning.

You sat down next to Circe along with a few others, creating a circle on the floor, a bottle lying inside the circle. Someone had suggested playing 7 minutes in heaven, and every drunkard in the building said yes, you included.

Giggles and slurred words engulfed the room; it seemed like no one was sober, but what more would you expect from a Dionysian party? Hermes sat directly in front of you, sending a wink your way as he placed his fingers on the bottle, a huge smile consuming his extremely flushed face, showing off his cute little tooth gap.

You and Hermes weren't dating, yet it would feel wrong to say he was just a friend also. You both normally find yourselves hooking out and going on "dates," though the relationship never amounted to anything official.

He twists his hand to spin the bottle, and everyone watches it with slight intensity, focusing as the bottle slows in pace and stops to point at you and Hermes. A collection of "O's" followed as Hermes got up off the floor and moved towards you. He extends a hand towards you and helps you up before you both head to the closet, everyone following behind the two of you.

"Okay, when the door closes, we're gonna start the timer, okay?" Aphrodite said, giggling slightly. You could hear the sea of giggles behind her as well.

"Yeah, yeah." You respond as the door of the closet starts to move.

It was dark now, only you and Hermes in the space. He looks down at you, his face somewhat unreadable. "We don't have to do anything if you don't want to." He whispered, though the desire in his voice betrayed him.

You move closer to him, closing the small distance that stood between the two of you, feeling the heat radiating from his body. With a gentle yet confident motion, you wrap your arms around his neck, your fingers brushing against the soft curls at the nape of his head. He responds instinctively, his strong hands encircling your waist, pulling you in closer as if the world around you has vanished.

Both of your gazes drop low, locked in an intimate stare, "Stop acting so righteous; I already know what you're like," you whisper, your voice barely above a breath, your lips tantalizingly close to his, sharing the warmth of your words.

You could smell the wine and alcohol on him, though it doesn't throw you off; in fact, it draws you in more. His breath hitches slightly, an almost small gasp escaping him before he leans in for a kiss. It's hungry and sloopy, but filled with urgency and need, and you match his intensity as you kiss him back with equal fervour. The world outside fades further as you tangle your fingers in his thick curly hair, tugging gently to draw him deeper into the moment.

Deliberately, he lets his hand slide up your body, fingertips brushing against your skin, sending shivers down your spine. He finds your chin, tilting your head back to grant him better access, and you bite your lip, anticipation surging through you. As your kisses trail from his mouth to the sensitive skin of his neck, leaving soft bites with each kiss, your lips grazing against him, eliciting a low, contented sigh that escapes his lips. His head rolls back as he exhales softly, his breathing becoming more unsteady, filled with desire.

His hands venture under your shirt, exploring your skin with lingering touches, groping you softly yet possessively. You moan softly on his skin, causing him to groan softly.

"You sound so sweet, baby," a breathless chuckle leaving his lips.

You both start to slide down the wall, hitting the cold floor under you. You climb onto his lap, looking at him as if you can see through his soul. He tugs at your waist, pulling you closer to his body as he takes a turn on your skin, giving it the same treatment you gave his, though his lips reach further, lifting your shirt and kissing your chest, his hot breath giving you goose bumps. Your heart is racing, and your breath is haggard. Your body moves impulsively, grinding yourself against him and letting out small moans. Suddenly, a voice rings from beyond the closet door.

"Times up~"

You immediately pull down your shirt as the door swings open, catching you on top of Hermes with his hand holding on your hips, faces flushed, and beads of sweat on your skin. You both snap your heads to look at the crowd staring at you.

Each pair of eyes widens, drinking up the scene in front of them.

"Looks like you two had fun," Apollo smirked, absolutely amused by the sight, wrapping his arm around his lover, Hyacinth.

"Damn, right, we did." Smiled big, looking like an absolute idiot.

You moved off of Hermes and cleared your throat, trying to play off the situation you were in. Hermes got up soon after, bending down to your ear to whisper something.

"We should finish this later."

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"MY WAY OF LIFE" part 3

♡Telemachus x reader (part 3)

♡Description: You, a goddess with no interest in the lives of mortals, find yourself falling in love with the prince of Iticha.

♡warning:None

♡Parts 1 , 2

"Don't tell me you've lost your ability to swoon a man," Aphrodite teased, her laughter barely contained.

"Maybe she's a little shy. After all, this is her first time," Hermes chimed in, matching her level of mockery.

A snicker was shared between the two gods as you groaned into your pillow. You shot your head up to give them a disgruntled look.

"He really needs a friend right now; I shouldn't be forcing anything..." you muttered, though it sounded more like you were trying to convince yourself than the two gods beside you.

"Oh, don't worry, dear. I'm sure he'll totally fall for you," Aphrodite laughed. "I could always give him a little... push, you know."

"Oh please, I don't need your patronising or your spells," you shot back.

"Come on, darling, we're just teasing," Hermes said, running a hand down your back.

You sighed slightly. "He said 'a friend HIS age.' I'm literally a hundred times older than he is," you cried.

"Although, he doesn't quite know that, feather," Hermes added, placing his hand on your head.

"That's right. When do you really plan on telling this mortal about your divinity?" Aphrodite questioned, concern lacing her voice.

"Um, never?"

Aphrodite and Hermes exchanged a look before turning back to you.

"He's eventually going to notice your eternal youth, and it's going to raise suspicions." Aphrodite said.

You took a long moment to ponder her words. You didn't want to deceive him, but you worried about how he would react to learning you were a literal goddess. What would he do? What would he say? It wasn't as if he were unfamiliar with gods, considering he was a student of Athena, but this was meant to be romantic—or at least you hoped it would be. What would happen then? Would he still consider you a friend?

"I suggest you tell him after you've bedded him. That way, you'll still get your efforts' worth, even if he dumps you," Hermes suggested pridefully, his smile wider than the horizon.

"Yeah, I'm not doing that," you replied dryly.

"Just tell him whenever you feel it's time. If it's truly meant to be, he'll accept you for who you are," Aphrodite said, holding your face and caressing it softly.

You leaned into her touch and smiled sweetly. "I guess you're right..." You sighed in defeat.

"I still find it amusing that this singular mortal has you pouting and sulking after you swore you'd never care for one," he laughed heartily. "Must be my genes; I am quite irresistible."

"Oh, shut up."

You threw a pillow at him.

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You continued to spend your days with Telemachus, mending hours into days and days into weeks. It was comforting; being around him felt perfect and enchanting. He spoke about the suitors lined up for his mother—his descriptions were menacing and disgusting, making you cringe at the thought of the type of men they were. They were the exact kind of mortals you absolutely despised.

As your outings expanded, you ventured into the heart of Ithaca, where the sun bathed everything in a golden light, illuminating vibrant wildflowers that swayed gently in the warm breeze The air was fragrant with their sweet scent, and you found yourself captivated by the effortless beauty that surrounded you. Together, you explored hidden caves adorned with exquisite gems and shimmering crystals, marvelling at how the light played against the surfaces, creating a dance of colour.

Your escapades led you to pristine coasts where the soft sand sparkled like diamond dust under the blazing sun. The rhythmic sound of the waves lapping against the shore was a soothing backdrop to your laughter and conversations, as you collected smooth stones and seashells, treasures of the moment that you would cherish forever. Each destination deepened your bond, weaving a tapestry of shared experiences that felt both thrilling and timeless. Though your time together was always cut short due to the pending scrolls and royal meetings he was to attend to back in the castle. It saddened you, of course, not wanting to leave such a marvellous evening, and it seemed as though he felt the same.

"Would you like to come with me? I could use the company–it gets quite boring." He offered.

"Can I really? I wouldn't want to intrude."

"Of course! There's no intrusion when you have a royal invitation." he said cheekily, "Come on, let's go!"

He took hold of your hand and dragged you toward the castle, causing you to let out a little yelp, trying to keep up with his pace.

You meet the grand doors, greeted by guards who stare at you with great malice as if you were going to burn down the palace. Telemachus puts a hand on your back and leads you in, gesturing to the guards that you are no threat. He shows you around the palace, showing you various tapestries that display the various kings that once ruled Iticha, along with statues to complement them. Though all of this was quite boring to you, you already knew everything about the kings of Iticha; in fact, you knew everything about his heritage.

He led you down the dimly lit corridor, but as you passed one room, the raucous sounds of drunken men reached your ears. Shouts and jeers echoed within, mingling with the unmistakable stench of spilt ale and sweat that seeped from the threshold like a thick fog. You shot Telemachus a wary glance, and he immediately grasped the unspoken question in your eyes.

“The suitors,” he said, his voice low and tense. “Just… stay away from them, alright?” With a firm but gentle grip on your shoulder, he urged you forward, quickening his pace as he guided you toward his chambers, a protective barrier against the chaos behind you.

He opens the door to his room, stepping aside to allow you to enter first. You thank him sweetly for his chivalrous act and step inside, taking great interest in his space. Almost immediately, a familiar friend seemed to recognise. A loud bark and thuds of paws reaching you with purpose and greet pace.

"ARGOS!" You kneel down to be at the same level as the fur creature. You extend your arms out, creating a welcoming space for Argos and you, a huge smile engulfing your face as he proceeds to run into your arms. He greets you by licking your face and barking rather happily.

You hear Telemachus chuckle behind you, and you tilt your head to look at him, still ecstatic.

"Seems you too missed each other." His face was soft with a faint smile.

"But of course! We haven't seen each other in so long!" You scratched the back of Argos' ears, admiring how he closed his eyes in satisfaction.

Telemachus adored the sight, silently watching both of you with a soft, carefree smile. That is until you suddenly spoke up.

"Yknow, if you keep staring at me like that, you'll never get any work done." You turn your head to face him, a teasing smirk on your face.

He flushes slightly before turning away from you. "Right.."

He sits down at his desk, opening up the first scroll and reading through it thoroughly. Whilst he does that, you take liberty in checking the details of his room.

Though, nothing was able to catch your attention. You move towards Telemachus, watching him closely as he continues to read. His face contorted in frustration, his eyebrows frowned in concentration. You bend down slightly. He looks up at you, and the moment your eyes meet his, his expression softens. "It's gonna be a while till I'm done, you should get comfortable."

You hummed in response, going to sit on his bed along with a sprawled Argos beside you. You pat his head as the room is engulfed in a silence–a comfortable one.

A beautifully crafted lyre caught your eye in the dim corner of the room, its polished wood gleaming softly under the gentle light. You reached out, fingers grazing the smooth surface, feeling the coolness of the instrument against your skin. Though not a professional like Apollo, the revered God of music, you had taken a few cherished lessons from him over time. As you plucked the strings delicately, a gentle melody unfurled, weaving through the air like a whisper, filling the space with ethereal harmonies that danced around you. You swayed softly as you played, feeding yourself to the music. The song eventually ends and you place the layer back where it once was.

You're really good at that," Telemachus said, a playful glint in his eyes as he turned to look at you, the afternoon sunlight streaming through the window and casting soft shadows across his face.

You smiled "I had lessons from a dear friend, but honestly, that was nothing compared to the music he produces," you replied, lying back on his bed and savoring the plush comfort of the soft quilt beneath you.

Telemachus turned his body more to face you, arms crossed, and looked at you with a challenging smile. "I would beg to differ," he declared, his voice filled with confidence.

You rolled your eyes. "You've never even heard him," you pointed out, raising an eyebrow.

"I don't need to," he countered, a teasing smile playing at his lips. "I have all I want to hear right here with me."

His words made you feel warm inside, a slight smile creeping on your face as you caught his gaze.

"Whatever," you said, trying to maintain a facade of indifference, but the smile tugging at the corners of your mouth betrayed you.

Telemachus laughed, his genuine amusement ringing like music in the air, and the infectious quality of his laughter never failed to enchant you. The room was suddenly filled with a sweet, lighthearted atmosphere, vibrant with the joy of shared moments between the two of you.

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MY WAY OF LIFE pt2

♡Telemachus x divine! Reader(part 2)

♡Description: You, a goddess with no interest in the lives of mortals, find yourself falling in love with the prince of Iticha.

♡warning: None!

♡parts 1 and 3

After your little "meet-cute" with the prince of Ithaca, Telemachus, you returned to Olympus, pacing in your chamber as you awaited the scolding you knew was coming from the great goddess of wisdom. As if she had read your thoughts, the doors of your chamber flew open with great force.

"What do you think you're doing?" Her voice was ragged and angry as she moved toward you with purpose, stopping only when there were mere inches between you. You looked up at her, her eyes narrowing expectantly.

"Whatever do you mean, Athena?" you replied, your calm tone putting her on edge.

"Don't play dumb with me, Y/N," she snarled. "What exactly do you plan to do with that mortal?"

"What any god plans to do with a human they like, of course." You looked her straight in her piercing eyes, maintaining your calm, unbothered demeanour. Turned away from her, walking towards the door expecting the conversation to be over.

"Like?" She scoffed. "Never once have you 'liked' a human. What makes this one so different?"

"If you must know, I've had a change of heart. Is that so hard for the goddess of wisdom to believe?" You challenged her.

"I will not allow you to put him in danger," she warned. "I suggest you keep your distance if you wish not to be exposed for what you truly are."

You stopped in your tracks and slowly turned to face her again. Anger coursing through you like lightning.

"If you're implying that my divinity will bring danger, then I suggest you stay away from him as well." You paused before continuing, "And last time I checked, I was never obligated to take orders from you ." The last word seemed to echo throughout the room. You knew it would make her blood boil – send her into a complex even. With that, you left her in your chamber and closed the door behind you.

The moment you stepped outside, you heard a familiar laugh echoing through the halls. You knew all too well who it was. You took a deep breath–you could already feel frustration rising.

"Hermes..." You groaned, pinching the bridge of your nose in distress.

"Bravo! Quite the show you put on, darling." He was floating on his back, hands behind his head and feet crossed–Seemingly unbothered, as he always was.

"I should've known you'd be listening." You sighed. "What do you want?"

"It's not about what I want, my dearest feather." He tapped you on the nose, causing you to flinch slightly. "It's about what you plan to do."

"And why would you want to help me?" You raised an eyebrow at him, crossing your arms over your chest.

"For the thrill, of course." His grin stretched from ear to ear.

You stared at him in disbelief, though it wasn't like you had anything to lose.

"Ugh, fine. What do you have in mind?"

Hermes floated down to the ground, his feet lightly skimming the marble floor. His expression turned serious for a brief moment, as if he understood the weight of the situation.

"Well," he began, "we need a plan. If Athena finds out you're getting involved with Telemachus, she'll have a fit."

You rolled your eyes. "As if I’m not aware. But what could you possibly suggest that would help?"

He grinned mischievously. "A little mischief never hurt anyone, right? We can arrange an encounter to distract Athena from you."

"What do you mean? Are you suggesting a distraction?" A smirk crept onto your lips.

"Exactly! We create a little spectacle. Something to keep her occupied while you work your charm on the prince." He paused dramatically, letting the possibilities hang in the air. "How about I cause a diversion—a fake message from the big guy himself? That should give you enough time to swoon your prince." He smirked teasingly at you.

You considered his proposal, an idea forming in your mind. "Do you really think that would work?" You raised an eyebrow.

"Of course! As the great messenger of the gods, it's quite easy for me to pull this off." Pride laced his voice—he was clearly feeding his own ego at this point.

"Alright then, do what you have to."

...

And so that was exactly what he did. Now Athena was off on some random island, engaged in tasks of divine intrigue that only the gods could comprehend, but that hardly mattered.

You found yourself back in Ithaca as the sun began its slow descent, painting the horizon in hues of orange and pink. It was close to sunset, and you wandered to the very spot where you had met Telemachus before. The salty breeze carried the faint fragrance of the sea as you scanned the area, and suddenly, a familiar blue tunic caught your eye.

Your heart quickened at the sight, but you quickly masked your excitement with a calm facade as you approached him.

"Hello there, prince." Your voice echoed slightly, causing him to jump in surprise. "I see you're out here more often."

“Y/N! I wasn't expecting to see you around here again.” Telemachus turned to you, a warm smile breaking across his face, illuminating his features as he stepped closer, the light casting soft shadows in the creases of his tunic.

You returned the gesture, your cheeks warming slightly under the fading sun. “What were you doing here? I haven’t seen Argos with you.”

“Oh yeah, it’s just me today…” He hesitated, his gaze dropping to the ground for a moment. “I usually come here to see the statue of my father. Others say he’s dead, but I know that's not true. I know he’s out there… somewhere.” His voice dropped to a whisper at the last word, a mixture of hope and longing lacing his tone.

Hearing the raw fragility in his words crushed your heart. You had never pitied a mortal before, yet witnessing Telemachus’s desperate resolve to believe in his father's return stirred something deep within you. The weight of not knowing the person you idolise was etched in his expression—a blend of admiration and sorrow.

“Hey… It’s probably not much coming from me, but I believe he’ll come back to you,” you said softly, a sad smile tugging at your lips as you placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder.

“Thanks, I really appreciate it,” he replied, his eyes meeting yours with a glimmer of renewed hope.

You both fell into a comfortable silence for a moment, the sounds of the sea mingling with the distant chatter of fishermen wrapping up their day. Then Telemachus broke the tranquil quietness.

“I know a great place to watch the sunset. Would you like to check it out?” His question caught you slightly off guard, yet the thrill of adventure bubbled within you at the prospect.

You accepted his offer, feeling your pulse quicken as he took your hand, leading you through a lush, vibrant field awash in flowers of every colour. The sun’s rays filtered through the leaves, casting a golden glow over the beautiful landscape. The view that unfolded before you was nothing short of breathtaking—a sweeping panorama of the coastline, where the sky met the sea in a fiery embrace.

“Pretty cool, right?” Telemachus beamed, his smile brightening with genuine joy as he watched your reaction, and you couldn’t help but return it.

“Astonishing,” you replied, your voice barely above a whisper as you took in the magnificent scene, feeling as if you were part of a moment that transcended mere existence, wrapped in the beauty of both nature and newfound connection.

He sat you down on a, somewhat old bench. Vines rode up the sides of the wood though it gave it more of a nostalgic atmosphere. He took his place next to you, looking up at the sky alongside you. It was rather beautiful, one of Apollo's best works for sure. The colours were astounding, the hues of orange and pinks carefully and peacefully meshing together to form the sweetest gradient of colour, giving the once white clothes a taste of their gentle colours.

You look over by Telemachus, absolutely drinking in his current state. His eyes fixed on the sky, the reflection bouncing off of his glistening pupils–a small smile on his face filled with content and awe. He turns to you, slowly catching your eyes as you look at him, his smile never leaving. You both found interest in each other, abandoning the array of colours in front of you only to study each other. You felt a smile creeping on your lips, absolutely mesmerised by the being infront of you. You heart starts to beat a little faster, your breathing quicken, and your blood running hotter.

He looks at you, his mouth open as if he were to speak.

"I've...never had a friend my age before, thank you for showing me what it's like." He smiles brightly at you. Though, you couldn't help but feel somewhat disappointed. Your eyebrows raise for a moment before relaxing once more.

"Of course, what are friends for!" You felt your inside churn the moment those words left your mouth.

You both stayed on the bench for a couple of moments before parting ways once it got dark.

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MY WAY OF LIFE pt1

♡Telemachus x divine!reader (part 1)

♡Description: You, a goddess with no interest in the lives of mortals, find yourself falling in love with the prince of Iticha.

♡Disclaimer!!: I NEED to let yall know I have absolutely NO plan for how this series is gonna go. I've just been absolutely winging it, so bare with me.

♡Warning: none!!

Part 2 and 3

You, like many of the gods of Olympus, were a child of Zeus, born from his infidelity, and lived on Olympus alongside the other Olympians. Your mother was a sea nymph, one of Zeus's private dancers. Unfortunately, after Hera discovered the affair, your mother was transformed into a cow and slaughtered on a human's farm—a tragic fate, for sure. Though, it allowed you to gain your title as the Goddess of animals.

Life as a goddess was nothing short of extravagant. The constant feasts and parties were just a fraction of the privileges of being divine. However, as the centuries passed, it all began to feel boring and redundant. Although the celebrations were enjoyable, they no longer held the same excitement.

You craved something different, something exhilarating, something new. This desire led you to strike up a conversation with Hermes at a party hosted by none other than Dionysius, the great god of wine.

"I don't know; everything's been so… dry lately," you remarked, swirling the remainder of your wine in your glass. A bored expression crossed your face as you propped your head up with your hand.

Hermes, with his ever-bright smile, absorbed your distress and boredom.

"Well, darling, I've always suggested that you dabble in the fascination of humans," he replied.

You let out a dramatic scoff and rolled your eyes at him.

The thought of interacting with humans filled you with disdain. You had performed your godly duties, accepting their offerings and bestowing blessings, but engaging with them on a personal level was repugnant. They were selfish and disgusting beings—absolute pigs. You had watched them sacrifice their peers for personal gain and betray the trust of their loved ones for fleeting pleasures, which you found revolting. Though it’s not like the gods were any different. Humans seemed beneath you in every way, and you never understood the infatuation that other gods had with them.

"Ugh, disgusting," you muttered, loud enough for Hermes to hear. "It offends me that you would even suggest that."

He smirked after taking a sip of his wine.

"I'm just saying, darling, if you're looking for entertainment, that's your best bet." His smirk widened as he leaned closer and continued, "Maybe you'll even get lucky with one." He winked at you.

You responded by flicking his forehead, utterly dumbfounded by his remark, causing him to sulk and hold his head dramatically. Yet, maybe he was onto something. Perhaps it wouldn't hurt to give a human a chance—just for the fun of it. You pondered this a little longer, sipping your wine while the winged god in front of you awaited your answer.

"Fine, I guess it wouldn't hurt to try..."

"Great! I can't wait to see how this goes!" His tone was mischievous, perfectly matching the grin on his face.

...

The morning after, you stood at the edge of Olympus, looking down on the humans going about their daily tasks. Your focus showed no bounds, face contorted in concentration, observing each and every being. Suddenly, a familiar voice snuck up behind you.

"What has caught your interest, my dear?" The ethereal voice caught your attention, pulling you from your trance.

"Aphrodite," you greeted her with a sweet smile. "I was just observing the lives of humans—trying to find the appeal of such creatures."

She hummed in response, lingering a close distance around you before moving closer behind you. Placing both of her hands on your shoulders, she massaged them softly, grazing her cheek against yours, her body pressing closer. Her lips reached your ear.

"So tense... I believe you need someone to help you relax." Her voice was a whisper, laced with seduction. You felt her hand moving to the inside of your tunic.

You took hold of her hand and cut her off firmly. "I appreciate the indulgence," you said, pulling her off with great delicacy and turning to look at her, "but that's not quite what I'm looking for right now."

Your interactions with Aphrodite were nothing new to you. It was common for her to speak so sweetly to anyone she wanted to share pleasure with. It would be a lie to say you hadn't fallen for her seduction once or twice.

You watched as a pout formed on her lips. "Very well." She huffed, taking a moment before raising an eyebrow. "What is it that you're looking for, then?"

You looked at her, then back down the mountain. "I've decided to try my luck with a human this time around... though it seems to be slim pickings from here."

A dramatic gasp escaped her lips as she covered her mouth with her hand. You gave her a questioning look; you weren't expecting that reaction.

"This is so exciting! I already have one for you!" She exclaimed.

"Wait, what—?"

"Oh yes, yes—come—look there," she pointed down the mountain to the island of Ithaca."I think the two of you would be perfect!"

You squinted your eyes slightly to focus on just who she was pointing at, and you spotted the prince. His hair was dark and somewhat curly. He had a lean build but was surprisingly strong, with a slightly tanned complexion. Surprisingly, he wasn't ugly; in fact, he was quite cute. He had striking features that seemed to radiate charm. You felt your cheeks slightly heat up by just his appearance alone. He was out in the garden playing around with his silly little dog, almost tripping over a rock. You could help but find it quite adorable.

You lift your head to look back at Aphrodite, who has a smug look on her face. You cleared your throat rather loudly and fixed your already straightened chiton, regaining your composure. Then a great realisation rushed to you immediately.

"Isn't that Athena's student or something?" You loom over Aphrodite with utter concern, but she only scoffs at you.

"Oh, who cares about that? Nobody should stand in the way of true love." She gushed at the thought of a new romance blooming though you shot her down immediately.

"Yeah... I wouldn't go as far as to say "true love." You gave her a deadpan look, but of course, she couldn't care less.

You knew that no relationship between a God and a mortal had ever ended well. It always ended in a tragedy or a heartbreak–I mean, just take a look at Apollo... you'd never wish to be in his shoes.

...

You sat in your marble throne, watching as the nymphs performed a dance in your honour. You could tell they were trying to impress you with their new intricate moves and positions, but nothing could pull you away from your thoughts.

Since your interaction with the goddess of love, you found yourself continuously thinking back to the cute little brown-haired boy you saw that day. It was quite embarrassing—really, fawning over a mortal you once never cared for.

Suddenly, you stood up from your throne and made your way to the door, causing the nymphs to be startled and frantically follow you. However, a simple flick of your hand was enough to give you the space you needed, and they bowed as you exited the room.

You contemplated whether he was truly worth your attention. Maybe you were being dramatic. He definitely wasn't divine, so why should you care? Right? But before you could fully understand your thoughts, you were already out of Olympus and on the outskirts of Ithaca.

You shocked yourself this time.

Quickly, you switched into a human disguise, adjusted your chiton and accessories, and made your way through the city.

You took great interest in the merchants, watching how they advertised their goods to passersby, yelling, and aggressively chanting their prices. It made you cringe to see how desperate humans can get for a few pieces of gold. However, the scenery did not disappoint—even though it wasn't as beautiful as Olympus, it was better than you had imagined.

As you wandered aimlessly through Ithaca, you found yourself in front of a stone statue of the great Odysseus of Ithaca. Oh, you knew him all too well—Hermes' great-grandson, the one who blinded Poseidon's son and is currently held captive on Calypso's island until further notice– One Athena's past student.

'Would suck to be that guy,' you thought.

You were pulled from your thoughts by a brown dog that charged toward you as if it knew you, a ball stuffed in its mouth.

You turned your body toward the furry creature, and it abruptly stopped in its tracks, dropping the ball at your feet and rolling over on its back, revealing its stomach.

You crouched down, placing a hand on its stomach and massaging it softly while fiddling with its collar. "Argos," it said on a thin piece of metal attached to the leather around its neck.

"Why, hello there, Argos." You smiled at the creature as it barked back at you, as if saying hello. You wondered who he belonged to when suddenly, a youthful voice rang in your ears, causing both you and Argos to turn your heads toward the sound.

"Argos! Where are you?!"

You stood straight as the figure approached you. It was the same dark-haired male you saw only a few days earlier. Your eyebrows lifted slightly in amusement; you hadn't expected to see him so soon.

He spotted Argos next to you and rushed over frantically. "Oh gods, I’m so sorry. He doesn’t usually run off like that."

He looked tired—sweaty, as if he had been running for a while. He sounded extremely out of breath, as if he might suffocate at any minute.

"It’s quite alright; he’s a rather sweet one," you said, patting the dog’s head. Argos licked your hand, causing you to let out a small chuckle.

The man in front of you smiled softly. "He seems to like you."

You hummed in response, still somewhat focused on the dog next to you. The man found himself staring at you, admiring your affection for his dog. You look up at him, pulling him from his trance as he looks away from you shyly.

"My name’s Telemachus, by the way."

"Y/N," you replied smoothly. "Nice to meet you, Telemachus. You're the prince, if I’m not mistaken. Please excuse my manners," you said, giving a slight bow.

"Please, no need for such formalities…" He seemed a little awkward. "I’ve never seen you around here before."

"Well, I would doubt that a prince would leave his palace much, yknow, considering your duties," you remarked.

He flushed slightly. You were right. he definitely didn’t venture into the city as much as he wished. Not since his royal duties began overwhelming him. He had spent most of his days reading and reviewing scrolls in his room and attending meetings and conferences.

"I guess you're right." He responded, offering you an awkward laugh.

You both continue your conversation, diving deeper into your shared similarities and interests. He opens up about the burdens of his princely duties, recounting the endless parade of suitors that caused great chaos in the palace. His distress is palpable as he describes how, with his father still away, the weight of leadership has begun to overwhelm him. Each anecdote he shares reveals the pressures he faces, ranging from diplomatic dinners to formal events where he feels trapped, being judged by those seeking his favour. Despite the seriousness of the topic, you find yourself captivated by his sincerity, drawn in more than you wish to admit. You listen intently, eyes never leaving his.

Some time had passed when you noticed it was starting to get late, safe to say he noticed the same. Bending down to pick up the small ball Argos had left at your feet.

"Here. I assume you'll be needing this." Offering Telemachus the ball.

"Thank you very much." Now both of you were just staring at each other, not in a weird way, it felt comfortable–natural even. Telemachus' eyes flicked away before he spoke up."I...have to leave, but it was nice meeting you Y/N, I hope to see you again soon, " a bright smile on his face

"And you as well,"

Then he turned to leave, Argos following behind him.

You smiled to yourself slightly, basking in the newfound feeling you had now discovered. It was hard to say whether or not you've ever felt this way before, but you knew for sure you had never felt this way for a human. You've had countless lovers in the past, but it was all more physical than emotional.

Before you walked off, you felt a presence watching you closely.

Looking over to where it was most prominent, you notice a menacing-looking owl standing motionless on a barrel, glaring at you from a distance.

'Athena..'

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Art by gigi

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hai...it's me again... can you write a Telemachus X reader where Telemachus doesn't want to marry reader until his father comes and after Odysseus comes and kills all the suitors, meets Penelope, Telemachus goes to reader, bloodied, and asks for their hand in marriage? ILY ITS OKAY IF YOU DON'T REMEMBER TO TAKE CARE OF YOURSELFN!!

"Serendipity"

♡Telemachus x reader

♡review: telemachus asks for your hand in marriage after killing the suitors

♡Content: Fluff, mentions of blood, killing, death, marriage proposal, Odysseus and Penelope mention, and bloody Telemachus.

♡Author's note: Hi sweetie, no worries, I'd write anything for you, love. Also, Penelope being shipped to Sparta is not canon

Although you've been with Telemachus for a while, any talk of marriage was quickly dismissed. It wasn't that he didn't want to marry you, far from it. It was because he knew the risks that came with it. If he were to be wed, it would confirm the suspicions of his father being dead, and once that happens, his mother would be shipped back to Sparta, where she was bound, making him the new king of Itacha.

He refused to let the people of Iticha believe that the brave king they once had was dead at sea, nor did he want to lose the last of his family he had left, and you understood it quite well, though it still pulled at you slightly.

Tonight was the night of the challenge. Telemachus was out on his diplomatic mission, causing you to feel quite lonely. You now understand what Penelope had felt for two decades. The worry and concern that overlapped every night was unbearable. You didn't know if he would return to you, nor did you know if it would be sooner than later. You'd look out of your window every night to view the sea, hoping to see a glimpse of his boat sailing back to shore, but of course, just waves could be seen.

You helped to encourage Penelope to arrange this all, knowing how much she dreaded it. You went out to the room of suitors alongside her, staying by the door as she announced the challenge's rules. You looked around the room, and it was filled with grown men driven by lust and power. They were disgusting, like pigs, it made you feel dirty just looking at them. Your eyes continue to follow the sea of men. You spot a cloaked figure in the crowd. He caught your eye as he didn't seem dangerous, although his face was covered, yet you didn't pay much mind.

Once the rules of the challenge were given, Penelope took you away from the room of the suitors and brought you to your chambers. You thank her gracefully for her company, though her words took you a bit off guard.

" I think it would be best to stay in for the night." She said. Her voice was hollow but also had a slight hint of relief and happiness. You had not pushed the issue further and obeyed her request, assuming she would be referring to the suitors and their spontaneous behaviour.

...

Later that night, the halls of the castle were filled with agonising screams and desperate pleas. You locked your doors, attempting to barricade them as much as possible. You stayed huddled in a corner, trying not to scream or move suddenly as if someone was looking for you with only a dim torch as your only source of light.

You had no idea what was going on. Your heart pounded against your chest as if it was threatening to burst out and run off, your whole body, from your head to your toes shaking vigorously. You tried to calm yourself down, but the slashes of flesh and choked pain, along with blood spattering on the walls, just got louder. You hear the loud snaps of a bow as it releases arrows. You thought it was the suitors causing a riot against each other to be the last one standing for the queen.

However, you heard the voice of an older man, his voice echoed through the palace, rage and agony led in his voice as he talked about the suitors' plans to do to his son and wife. Your blood fell cold as the realisation kicked in.

'Odysseus?!" You thought.

You gripped yourself to find comfort, hoping that nothing would happen, that no one would try to enter your room. Hot tears fall from your eyes and down your cheeks, and your breathing gets hitched when suddenly, silence.

All of the screams were gone, and everything was quiet, uncannily quiet. You froze for a moment, wondering if it was all over. You slowly move out of your stiffness, walking over to the door to press an ear to hear anything. Then, a loud knocking hit on your door. It startled you enough to fall back. Your hands quickly found your mouth, and panic began to hit once more, trying to stay as quiet as possible.

"My love...it's me." A familiar voice rang from behind to door.

Your body tensed upon hearing the voice before registering just who it was. You felt yourself start to slowly calm down from the adrenaline, and you quickly got up and rushed to the door.

"Telemachus?" A choked cry left your lips as you swung open the door. There he was, covered in blood, his clothes ripped in odd places, and his weapon discarded a few feet from the door. The air reeked of blood, and all of the torches had gone out.

You pulled him into the room and embraced him as if he would disappear at any moment, not caring about how he was completely covered in blood. He hugs you back with great compassion before kissing your face sweetly. You felt all of your worries and fears melt away now that you were in the hands of the person who made you feel safe.

Your remedy soon fades as he pulls away from your embrace and grabs hold of your hand. His eyes look straight into yours as if wanting to say something. Before you could ask him what was wrong, he suddenly fell to his knees. He looks up at you, his eyes soft and pleading.

"Y/n, my dearest, the love of my life..." His voice was raspy, but still held the same ribbon of honey that laced his voice whenever he spoke to you. You stay still in shock, watching as he hesitates slightly.

"Will you marry me?"

You automatically stumbled back a little, eyes widened and mouth agape, though you couldn't keep a smile from growing on your face.

"What?" A hand comes to your mouth, an attempt to hide the excitement in your voice, though you fail.

"I've never loved anyone the way I love you. You have stayed by my side through my hardships, my downfalls, and my upbringings. I feel myself striving to be better all because I have you by my side.

To grow and learn with you has been the highlight of my life, and I never want to let you go."

His voice is genuine and sweet, though it also shakes from nervousness.

"I don't know what the future may hold, or how we grow past this point, but I know for sure that I don't want to move forward if I don't have you by my side. You're the most courageous, funny, loving, and beautiful person I've ever met, and I love you. I want to be the man that keeps you safe, to be your home, I want to be able to call you my wife. So I ask you, Y/N. Will you marry me?"

You feel your face heating up, and tears prickled in your eyes. A rush of emotions overwhelms you. Your hands started to shake, and your heart was pounding out of your chest once more, though this time it wasn't fear. You felt yourself absolutely melt at his words. It all felt like a fever dream to you. The man that you loved and cherished is now waiting for you to accept his hand in marriage. Although it wasn't the most conventional way, you couldn't care less.

"Yes! Yes... I will marry you, Telemachus."

You leap onto him, wrapping your arms around his neck tightly. He picks you up bridal style and spins you around, his giggles filling the room and infecting you with its blissfulness. You dipped his head to land a kiss on your lips; his lips tasted metallic, but you didn't mind. Soft giggles escaped both of you as you pulled away. Happy tears fall from your eyes as you wipe them slowly. That's when a realisation sets in.

"Does this mean–?"

"Yes. My father is finally back home." His eyes were soft along with his words. You could hear the pride in his voice, and it just made your heart squeeze. You can't help but smile, imagining just how sentimental his meeting with his father was.

He had finally reunited with his father and can finally share his love with you.

You couldn't wait to finally be a part of his family.

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Me when my fav author said they liked my work:

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hi can I ask if you can do telemachus x shy fem reader who have just given birth to their child and telemachus' parents insist that they help telemachus take care of her while she is recovering from birth.

"I could be a good mother"

♡Telemachus x reader

♡Review: penelope and odysseus offer to help take care of your baby alongside telemachus as you recover

♡Content: Fluff, Childbirth, shyish reader, odysseus is mentioned, telemachus is a girl dad, penelope as a mother figure

♡Author note: idk why this took me so long, but I'm finally done. I'm not really sure how to portray a shy character, but I tried my best😭😭 hope you enjoy🩷

After endless hours of screaming, pushing, and excruciating pain, you were extremely drained. Your body was limp, energy depleted, and you just felt dead. It wasn't anything abnormal. It was normal to feel this way after giving birth, but it still dragged you down immensely.

You're lying in your bed with your newborn baby girl lying sweetly on your bare skin, you poke her face slightly and she lets out the cutest squeal and grips your finger with her tiny, chubby hand. You cooed at her adorable face. She really took after her dad a lot.

There was a knock on the door before you came to see Telemachus and his mother enter the doorway. Upon seeing the queen, a small wave of awkwardness washed over you as you realised how unprofessional you may seem. Though you had just delivered this baby, it felt unfitting to greet the queen in this state.

Telemachus rushed over to you, ensuring you felt relatively fine, then took great interest in the chunky little baby that lay calmly in your arms, cooing at her every movement, causing you to giggle slightly.

Penelope sat next to your bed, studying your features, then gave you a small smile.

"How are you feeling, dear?" Her voice was genuine and motherly.

"I'm... doing fine." Your voice is frail and meek. Truthfully, you weren't actually doing fine, considering you were in the worst amount of pain you've felt in your life, but how are you supposed to say that to the queen of the palace you currently lay in?

She hums in response before looking at Telemachus, who was still infatuated with his newborn daughter, then back at you.

"I know that your body is quite weak as of right now, and it would be cruel to allow you to take care of your baby while in a state like this –"

Before she could continue, you suddenly interrupted her

"No, no! I assure you I am just fine! I wouldn't want to be a burden.." You let out an awkward, strained laugh, but Penelope's eyebrows furrowed.

"Dear, no woman should put herself through such strain." She reassured you, "I have spoken with the king and we think it would be best if we took care of the baby whilst you take your time recovering, it would be better for you and your child." She touched your shoulder and looked at you with such loving eyes.

You look over to Telemachus, who was cradling the baby and tormenting her by poking her cheeks. Penelope cleared her throat loudly to grab the attention of the prince and gave him a look. That was when he finally paid attention to the conversation.

"Uh yeah! I think it'll be good. You'll be able to focus on your recovery, and I'll have help from my parents. They're experienced in this kind of stuff, yknow, I mean just look at me. " He gestured to himself, his pride radiating off him. You can't help but snort a little at his growing ego.

He comes closer to you and kisses your temple. "You can trust us." He whispered to you, his voice now soft and humble.

You flushed slightly at his words and pondered the idea. It wouldn't be bad. You knew these people. They treated you like one of their own, and it would be great for you to have some time to yourself after everything.

"I guess it would be fine." You muttered, still somewhat reluctant to the proposal, but what else would you possibly do?

Telemachus smiles widely while Penelope hums in agreement.

"Well then, I shall go let Odysseus know of your decision. Please, get some rest." Penelope had gotten up from her chair and made her way out of the door.

Telemachus stayed by your side, rambling about only the gods knowing what as you slowly started to succumb to your exhaustion. You hadn't noticed how tired you were until your pillow suddenly hit the pillow and everything was a blur after.

...

You wake up hours later to see Telemachus asleep, cradling the also sleeping baby in his hand. You smiled to yourself lazily and reminisced on the thought that this is now your family. Your dear husband and the child you made with love. You couldn't ask for anything more.

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Art credits to gigi♡

[yoyneversawmehere]

Hello! Can I ask for some Alucard x Reader fluff or hurt/comfort where they're cuddling one morning and just talking, opening up about some things of the past maybe

"No one tried to read my eyes, no one but you"

♡Alucard x reader

♡Review: Adrian opens up about his dad after having a nightmare about him

♡Content: Fluff, hurt w/comfort, cuddling, talks of his father

The bright light of the sun seeped through the dark curtains of your shared chambers with your husband. Light bathed your body with its warmth, crawling to your eyes, causing you to awaken from your slumber.

You look to the left of you and find your sweet husband still dreaming away, his chest rising and falling at a steady pace, although his face looked somewhat distressed as if he was having a nightmare.

You brushed the blonde strands of hair that covered his face out of the way and called out to him softly, causing him to only stir in his sleep. You called his name a little louder, tapping on him slightly. His eyes shot open immediately, and he went into full panic mode.

"Hey! Hey... It's ok, you're alright." You reassured him.

He looks at you, his eyes glossing and his breath uneven and hitched.

"My love..." He wraps his arms around you so tightly as if you would disappear the moment he let go.

You stroked his hair softly, ensuring he knew you were still with him.

"Do you want to talk about it?"

You were used to his sudden breakdowns. After everything he's been through, who could blame him? He's gone through so much. The least he needs is someone to talk to.

He sighs deeply on your skin before speaking up.

"I had a dream about...my father."

You hummed in response, waiting for him to go into more detail on what happened.

"When he died... his eyes, it was full of regret and sadness. I knew my father was wrong for what he was doing, but he was never a monster." His voice started to choke slightly."He was a man in love, he loved my mother...I believe he loved me too."

His shoulder started to tremble, and he felt a slight dampness on your skin. He was crying.

"Oh baby..." You soothed him, holding him with great delicacy as if he were fragile glass about to break.

You waited for him to calm down and regain his composure before asking him a question.

"If you could..would you have let him live?" You asked him cautiously.

He was quiet for a moment.

" he was a good man at heart, but... what he did was unforgivable. He was not a gullible man. He had his mind set on it and went through with it anyway... Truthfully, I believe he had always wanted to be dead, ever since my mother died."

You felt yourself shudder at his words. You had never been through what he had, trying to understand his feelings was tricky, but you knew he missed his parents; he was so lonely for so long after they died.

"You did what you had to. Just remember, it was never your fault."

He didn't say anything, only tightened his grip on you.

Both of you stayed in a comfortable silence, his head lay on your chest, and his arms stayed wrapped around your waist as you stroked his hair. You kissed the top of his head, and you felt him finally relax.

"I love you." He says ever so sweetly, his face snuggling into you.

"I love you too,"

You both stay like that for a good while before getting up to start the day.

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[yoyneversawmehere]

"Back to friends"

♡Hermes x reader

♡Review: Hermes confesses his love for you during a casual hookup

♡Content: Angst/no comfort, hook up culture, unrequited love, short fic

♡Author note: I should really be working on my requests, but the urge to write angst of Hermes is eating me out raw.

"I love you," He whispered, lips about to collide with yours before you pull back.

Your face was mixed with shock and discomfort. You retracted your hands from his neck and moved away from him slightly.

You stared at him for a moment, studying his features before speaking up.

"I...." Your voice was hesitant, trying to pick out the words cautiously." We agreed to keep this casual.." 

Hermes' face flickered a look of disappointment and regret, quickly changing to a tight grin.

"Yeah, duh, I was just messing with you, darling." He tried to laugh it off, but you could see the broken look in his eyes.

Now you were both uncomfortable. You weren't interested in Hermes in that way; you just wanted to have fun, something to take your mind off your ex. You weren't ready for another relationship, and you agreed to keep things casual.

An awkward silence fell between the two of you, the tension in the air now thick as if it was getting harder to breathe.

He cursed himself internally. He didn't know why he said that, now he was losing the person he loved so much.

He watched you as you shifted uncomfortably, avoiding eye contact like the plague. The silence was killing him, not knowing if he should say something or if he should stay quiet, his fingers were trembling, and his throat was closing by the minute.

He goes to say something before you cut him off.

"I think you should leave."

Your words shook him to the core, his blood ran cold, and his skin turned pale. Your voice was low and firm. It ate at him from the inside out. His mouth opened as if he was going to say something, but then it closed.

He knew better than to protest. What would he even say at a moment like this?

He got up slowly and flew out your window, leaving you there feeling guilty.  You didn't know he felt that way.

You stayed frozen on your bed, pondering all that had happened. A hand found your hair, combing through it slightly. Your heart was pounding, and your breaths came unsteady. The guilt continued to eat at you. You knew you guys wouldn't talk again, or at least it wouldn't be the same.

Maybe it was for the best you just stayed friends... right?

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[yoyneversawmehere]

We as a society don't exploit Hermes x reader x Apollo fics as much as we should. 🥀

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Hey! My name is Coco.

I'm really big on greek mythology and epic the musical right now, but I'm also into other different things.♡

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Masterlist!♡

♡EPIC the musical

Hermes

♡ "When the morning comes, I hope you're still mine" (smut)

♡ "jonny, did you ever love me?" (Angst)

♡ "Take off her clothes by the fireplace" (fluffy smut)

♡ "Back to friends" (angst)

♡ "Seven minutes in heaven"(suggestive)

Telemachus

♡ " drunk inlove" (fluff)

♡ "drunk inlove pt2" (fluff)

♡"I could be a good mother"(fluff)

♡ "Serendipity"(fluff)

Apollo

♡ "a sweet morning" (suggestive fluff)

Circe

♡"Rises the moon" (fluff)

♡"till you're just another girl on the subway" (angst)

♡Castlevania

Alucard

♡ "anxiety" (fluff)

♡ "tired" (fluff)

♡ "haunted" (angst to fluff)

♡ "I always want you when im coming down" (smut)

♡ "No one tried to read my eyes, no one but you." (Fluff)

♡Blood of zeus

N/a

♡Alien stage

N/a

♡SERIES

Telemachus

♡"My Way of life" pt 1

♡"My Way of life" pt2

♡"My Way of life" pt3

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omg hi i loved ur previous works can u pls pls pls write fluff or smut for hermes? also i think you don’t quite like him since you hint at his disappearance in the morning in your smut fic haha! thanks

"Take off her clothes by the fireplace"

♡hermes x !fem reader !modern au

♡Review: it's your 5th anniversary with hermes and decides to treat you to a homemade dinner, which took a turn.

♡Content: fluffy smut, modern au, slight praise, p in v, couch sex, fluff at the beginning, not proofread, slight aftercare, Hermes cooks

♡Author note: I actually really like hermes. He's my favourite 😭😭😭 I just wanted to write a one night stand type fic💔💔

Set music played on a vinyl as the candles flickered and sparked around you. The lights were dimmed, the fireplace was lively, and the ambience was perfect. You sat at the dinner table, awaiting your meal to be served by your extremely enthusiastic boyfriend with a bottle of wine that came from his brother, the great God of wine.

Today was you're fifth anniversary of being together, and Hermes just insisted that he had to treat you to an amazing dinner at your place, of course, since you weren't exactly allowed up on Olympus.

You could hear the crashing and clashing of plates and pans from the kitchen, causing you to get a little nervous. You never saw him cook before, and now that you've really thought about it, the majority of the time it was you doing the cooking. Now you wondered if he even knew how to cook. You take a nervous sip of the wine in front of you before calling out to him.

"Uhm, honey, are you sure you don't need any help in there?!" You yelled from your seat.

"It's alright darling, just stay where you are!" He answered back. Although his reassurance didn't exactly assure you, you stayed in your seat nonetheless.

After around 20 minutes, he comes out with 2 plates in hand and a 'kiss the cook' apron, accompanied by his wide yet charming smile.

You shook your head slightly with a soft sigh before smiling back at him.

He comes over, sets your plate down in front of you, and then places a kiss on your temple.

"You're impossible." You muttered, playfully rolling your eyes with a soft giggle

"Impossibly in love with you." Before planting another kiss on your cheek. He moves away to his own seat, and you look down at the meal in front of you. It was a classic chicken alfredo, nothing too fancy but certainly impressive, considering he most likely had never cooked in his life.

"This looks amazing, Hermes..." You started."I do hope you didn't burn down my kitchen, though."

"Of course I didn't, darling. You should have more faith in me." A fake pout now on his face.

You chuckled whilst you were taking your first bite of your food, and surprisingly, it wasn't bad. The shock on your face must've been noticeable cause he immediately teases you.

"I told you, you just needed to trust me," His voice laced with pride.

"Who taught you how to cook this?" You questioned him.

"I've been around for centuries, dear. It's only natural for me to pick up a few things as time passed."

You hummed in response, chasing each bite of pasta with a sip of your wine as the room was engulfed by the subtle music. There was a comfortable silence between the two of you as you ate, which allowed you to appreciate the simplicity of his actions. You never had someone do something like this for you. You were sure to repay him the favour.

It didn't take long for both of you to finish eating, and Hermes took it upon himself to collect and wash all the dishes. You giggle at the gesture and go on the couch to relax, taking in the calmness of the night.

You absolutely melted into the cushions. It's been a while since you actually allowed yourself to take a break. Work has gotten so overwhelming, and you barely have time for yourself, which was most likely why Hermes was taking up all the chores himself. He didn't want you to move a single finger.

Hermes returns from the kitchen and sits next to you. He dramatically yawns and stretches a hand across the couch and pulls you into his chest. You can't help but laugh at his Disney Channel Act.

"Did you enjoy the night, darling?" He asks with the sweetest tone as he looks down at you.

"I did," you turn to look up at him. "Thanks for doing this, I really appreciate it."

"Of course," He pulls your chin up with his fingers coming in closer to you, "anything for my favourite feather." He whispered, lips inches away from yours.

He pulls you in for a kiss, and you can feel his lips curl into a smile before he pulls away. You both go back in for another, then another. Each kiss gets more and more passionate. You start to cling onto his shirt as each kiss gets deeper, his tongue exploring your mouth while his hands explore your body.

His hand glides down from your neck, down your chest, and lands on your waist, slightly pulling you closer to him. You find yourself moving to sit on his lap, your knees hitting the cushions on each side of him, you're hands are on his chest as you continue to deepen each kiss, a slight whimper slips from Hermes' mouth as he places his hands on your hips as you grind onto him.

The fireplace crackles as hands move underneath loose clothes, groping sweet parts of each other's bodies. Clothing slipped off each other and was thrown on the floor. No one cared where it would go. You were both too infatuated with each other.

His kisses move from your mouth to your ears, down to your neck and onto your chest. Each contact felt like a release of tension and a remedy for stress. He always knew how to make you feel free and loved.

He whispers sweet nothings against your skin the more you allow yourself to melt into his touch. He moves to lay you down on the couch and pins you under him. He loves to see you like this. Absolutely consumed by lust, just waiting for him to make you feel good. He holds that responsibility with great pride.

His hands find themselves between your thighs, circling on your clit, soaking up the sweet moans you let slips from your lips.

He continues to explore you with his fingers, drawing them in and out of you as your face contorts in pleasure with each movement.

His head is at the crook of your neck, kissing and leaving hickey and bite marks. It felt like an accomplishment to see just how much power he had over you.

You sigh as your eyes flutter closed, and he enjoys hearing you. He loves knowing just how well he makes you feel.

He removes his fingers from between your things and replaces it with his cock. You feel his tip kiss your pussy sweetly. He pushes himself into you, and you both groan as pleasure wraps both of your brains. He starts off slow, making sure you're adjusted to his size, then starts to speed up his pace.

"Fuck, baby you feel so good."

His praises are like a spell casting over you. You haven't felt this good in so long that you almost forgot what it was like. You lock your legs around his waist to pull him closer, and he brings you in for a deep kiss, almost as if to ensure you're real.

The air smells of sex and sweat, and sounds of moans and groans, the slap of skin over and over, accompanied by the soft music in the background. Your head was unravelling, coming closer to your release. You could tell Hermes was close too, now that his moans were getting  louder and his breaths became short.

"Are you close, feather?" His voice was ragged and slow, his face dipped down by your breasts kissing them so tenderly.

You couldn't even speak. All you offered was an eager nod, causing him to let out a breathy chuckle.

You both chased your high, crashing into your orgasm. Hermes collapses onto you, breathing unevenly and heavily.

"You did so well, darling." He leaned up to kiss your jaw, causing you to giggle slightly. You wrap your arms around him as you calm yourself down. Your breaths were also heavy, your chest rising and falling at a fast rate.

"I'll go get you some water." He said calmly, about to get up, before your grip on him tightened.

"Stay..." You muttered, "Let's just stay like this for a while."

He chuckles softly before relaxing once more.

"Of course, anything for my favourite feather."

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[yoyneversawmehere]

CAN YOU DO A PART TWO OF DRUNKEN IN LOVE TELEMACHUS PLEASE 🙏🙏🙏💞💞

"DRUNK IN LOVE" PT2

♡Telemachus x reader

♡Review: You go back to aid telemachus' hangover the day after the big feast for his father.

♡Content: Fluff, mentions of drinking, hungover telemachus, vinegar is used to cure a hangover

♡Author note: I was thinking of writing a part 2 to this, so when I saw this request, I HAD to write it. Part 2 of drunk in love.

The next morning, only groans and moans were heard throughout the palace halls. What more would you expect when the night before, every man within the palace was living off of booze?

You shuffle your way to Telemachus' quarters whilst dodging and manoeuvring through trashed furnishings and passed-out drunks with a cup of vinegar in hand.

You stood outside the door and opened it slightly. You see the hand lady you reserved before seated at the side of the bed, ensuring the extremely hungover prince didn't puke his brains out.

You indicated to her that you would have everything under control and allowed her to leave to attend to other hungover men.

Walking over to the bed, you hear a loud, distressed groan from your fiancé. Poor thing was curled up in a ball, holding his head as if it were about to explode.

You placed that vinegar on the side table near his bed and sat down on the chair the handmaid once sat in, and he looked up at you slowly.

"How are you feeling?" You smiled at him sympathetically.

He sighs dramatically and takes your hand

"Much better now that you're here."

You giggle softly, making sure not to be too loud to cause him more distress.

"You drank quite a lot last night... do you remember anything?" You questioned him. His soft rambles about marriage still lingered at the back of your mind. Although you two were already engaged, it still made your heart flutter knowing he loved you so much.

"Mmmm, not much. Why? Did I do something weird? " His tone shifted from pitiful Victorian child to the most distressed tone you've ever heard

"No, no!...Well...." You place a finger on your chin as if you were thinking hard.

"Wait, what did I do!?" Panic lacing his words and his eyes.

"I'm kidding! I'm just kidding.." You chuckled at his reaction. It was priceless.

He huffs at you and turns his back to face you. You could only imagine the adorable pout he had on his face right now.

You stood slightly off the chair to run a hand down his forearm, that is, until his hand grips yours and pulls you on top of him.

You let out a soft yelp from the sudden force, causing Telemachus to laugh heartily. However, it soon led to a groan due to his pounding headache.

Now you're lying on his chest, slightly uncomfortable due to the odd position you were in, so you move yourself up, straddling yourself on his hip to look down at him.

He looks up at you through his pain, his eyes lingering on yours. You could see the red pigment on his skin start to travel from his neck to his ears and then his cheeks.

You reach over to the side table to collect the cup of vinegar and bring it down to his lips.

"Drink." You tilt to cup slightly."This will help." Your voice was soft but also somewhat commanding. He obeyed and drank it slowly. After he was done, he winced at the acidic taste.

"It can't be that bad." You rolled your eyes, placing the cup back on the side table.

"It's horrible!" He cried out

"Well, you shouldn't have drunk so much."

He sighed heavily, then pulled his hand up to cup your face, moving to the back of your neck and pulling you down with him. Your lips connect in a passionate kiss. He swore all his pain and nausea melted away immediately.

You pull away, and the disgusting taste of the vinegar on his lips makes you cringe.

"Ugh, your lips taste disgusting." You teased, wiping your lips with the back of your hand.

"I know, that's why I did it." He has a big smile on his lips.

You pursed your lips at him in defeat and flopped next to him on his bed. He turns to face you.

"I love you." His voice was sweet like honey.

"I know, you made it blatantly clear last night," you teased.

He raises an eyebrow at your comment, waiting for you to elaborate.

You only giggle and tell him not to worry about it, just to save him from embarrassment.

You take him into your arms and lay him on your chest to allow him to sleep off his hangover and take the opportunity to get away from any royal duties you were to attend to currently. Right now, your only priority is him, and anything else could wait till you were certain he was better.

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