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Still here

A/N: yeahhh! School’s over (even if I’ll miss it lots)!!! Time to write, write, like a computer! Sorry for the immensely late response, I’ll get to work now..~ ^^

PAIRING: Telemachus x FEM! reader

SUMMARY: He finds you crying.

TW!: fluff

Many people would’ve called you blessed to be able to grow up with the one and only Prince Telemachus, but you saw it more as something casual rather than ethereal. Though, the thought of losing him did make you anxious, you could brush it off with ease. You were never leaving him, even if he wanted to!

Now, how you met him was another story for another day, and today—you found yourself sitting against a tree with tear-stained cheeks. Even if the atmosphere was more common than it should be, it didn’t erase the embarrassment that dreaded along with it. Times like this make you wonder why you’re so awfully weak. Maybe you weren’t—maybe you were as strong as you painted yourself to be, but in times like these.. it’s hard to depict.

It made you anxious. Whenever you put on your bravado, it was as if a brink waiting to tip. For everyone to pull back a curtain and take a peek through your facade. A event waiting to happen.. about to happen? Perchance, perchance, you felt only that way… and it wouldn’t happen; remain a fantasy.

Despite your sobs, you can’t help but notice a faint sound of sandals pressing against the soil and a growing shadow of a figure between the leaves. Why does this remind you of something?

Strolling through the gardens, you can hear the smallest, quietest sobs from behind a large rock. Out of pure curiosity, you peek through—if it isn’t your friend: Telemachus! Your brows furrow for a split second. “(What is he crying about? Me?)” After pondering the such apprehensive thoughts in your head, you decide to speak up.

“And you’d think girls cry less buckets.” Telemachus’ head shots up—his eyes were red and his nose was stuffy. At the sight, a part of your heart melted into waves of sympathy.

Telemachus doesn’t respond. Either way, you don’t give a damn. “Come on, let’s go play!” You chatter, pulling his arm and running whilst he struggles to catch up. “Y-Y/N!”

“Y/N?” You hear a familiar voice ring. Too familiar. Not one of the suitors, not a relative.. “Telemachus?!” You gasped. Your hands automatically jumped to your face. How could a moment so simple for others be so embarrassing?!

Telemachus stood silent for longer than he should’ve. If it wasn’t for the gentle breeze, the heavy air would’ve been unbearable.

Then, he had the audacity to ask the obvious: “Are you crying?” Which you refused reality, yet the crack in your voice gave you away. Heavily. “What?! Are you stupid, no!” His expression was unreadable—melancholic. “You are.” Telemachus mumbled, quiet enough so you could only hear.

Taking a step closer, he kneeled down to your eye level and took you in a warm embrace. “You are.” He repeated, in which you felt a wave of embarrassment crawl up to your cheeks—making them more red from the tears than before. “Gods, I’m not w-weak! Get off..” you stuttered, with an intended bite in your tone that seemed more like vulnerability. You didn’t really want him to. He always had a very peculiar warmth which you found comforting.

He fiddles with your hair, a familiar habit. Telemachus didn’t even know how to braid, so he probably just toyed because of how soft it was. “Y-You still trust me, right..?” You sniffed, antsy about how it might damage your friendship. Even if you were rather bashful at the moment, prudence was urgent in your tone.

He probably thinks you’re better off without him. He’ll never come back. You should’ve told him. Look where you are now. Crying, him comforting you as a child. What if someone else walked in? Antinous? You should’ve told be grateful that you’re so weak.

“Of course I do..” He whispered in your ear, voice soothing.

Hours later

Telemachus had been awfully clingy. So clingy you got annoyed—a sentiment you’d never thought you’d have towards him. He’d been saying these awful, awful jokes that only cause a snicker of amusement.. within him. Not you. Though every time he approached you, it was comforting. Like today!

You sorted out scrolls in t he library when you felt a pair of hands cover your eyes. “Guess w—” You shrieked, darting away. You thought you were gonna get kidnapped. Seeing whom it was, you let out a brief sigh of relief. You walked closer to him as the tension in your muscles relaxed. “Ha, ha.” You taunted.

Telemachus shrugged, seeming at ease despite the panic aroused within you. “Wanna hear a joke?” He grinned widely. Your eyes went wide, shaking your head rapidly. “N—” “What do you call a lazy God?” You waited. He waited. The wait built some suspense that Telemachus took his sweet time to break. You raised your eyebrows in a unfazed; deadpan manner. “What?” You grumbled, into which he responded: “Napollo!”

Telemachus laughed, covering his face. You let out a sneer. Not at his joke, but at his state of personal appearance. “Where do you get these..” you searched for the words. “..dad jokes? You don’t even have one.” You teased, but Telemachus couldn’t care less—still laughing at his own joke.

It was nice. He was still your friend.

Sleeping “Cows”

A/N: Hi! Thanks for the message! Sorry for the other requests I haven’t done I know it’s been MONTHS but damn bro this life is gonna kill me one day 😂💔 This is the first smut I’ve ever written—enjoy!

PAIRING: Telemachus x FEM! reader

SUMMARY: You both do the deed on Penelope’s door to test if she’s awake.

TW: smut, descriptive

How someone could fall asleep standing up was a mystery for.. always.

On this lovely evening, you were tangled in bed with the one and only Prince Telemachus. Your lip was swollen from biting back your moans right now and 2 hours ago.

Was Telemachus ‘horny’ today!

At the royal gardens, he kissed you for no particular reason. And now, he pushed you onto the bed and recreated what happened earlier. Something that was noticeable in all of your sessions was the secret of it. The cracks the willow tree formed let in bright sun and shelter, something you found yourself used to. Awkwardly used to. The effort of holding back screams was automatic now. So automatic your lip was constantly red.

But why?

For starters, Telemachus is of royalty, and you’re just one of Penelope’s ‘old’ friends. She only let you shelter in Ithaca due to the war you managed to escape back in Troy. The thought of it made you drift to sleep, along with the soothing words Telemachus gave you. Incoherent, of course, but still sweet.

You woke up from the sun Greece offered, eyes shining in exhaustion and hidden pleasure. The aching headache was as hard to ignore. Telemachus seemed asleep- you were not to bother him. It seemed early, as if the sun had just risen minutes ago. It shone through the crack of the thick, velvet curtains. Your legs ached unbelievably. You crawled over to your clothes and used the last remains of strengths in your body to get the garments on. Then, you used Telemachus’ desk to rise up and stroll out.

Nobody ever saw you walking out Telemachus’ room- not even a maid or a guard. You suppose that over the years you have learnt to walk with the shadows.

Hours later

“Do you think Penelope will come out?” Your voice came out gentle and genuine, as Telemachus’ came out defensive. “Not if the guards aren’t doing their work.” He gestured to the ‘working’ protectors of Penelope. Their eyes were shut even if their legs remained awake, a fairly amusing sight. “How can someone sleep like that? Like cows?” Telemachus uttered, almost spat in disgust. Of course, you had pity for the guards—yet something about his anger clicked you on. Of course, it was rare that he ever raised his voice around you, but when it did happen—it was unnecessarily attractive.

Though his anger was never louder than the Grand Hall, never.

“Is she awake? I hope the suitors don’t wake her.” “Don’t worry, Y/N. She’ll be fine.” “Are you sure?” Telemachus seemed irritated now, with his brow furrowed and a scowl plying on his lips. “Yes, I’m sure. Want me to prove it to you?”

“Prove what? That she’s asleep?” “Yes!” ‘Yes’? What did that mean? How was he going to prove it? Your curiosity burst, and you gave in. When he gripped your wrist and pinned you against the door was when you realized. You couldn’t help but a smirk play on your lips. In the process of so, a blush crawled up your neck and sprawled to your cheeks. You raised up just enough of your tunic for him. “Be quiet, Y/N.” He ordered automatically.

And with that, he thrust into you hungrily. Your faint whimpers drove him crazy, motivating him to go inch by inch. Telemachus couldn’t help but let out a groan as well. It all felt too good—the way you fit perfectly and the way your body was so responsive against his. When he felt you clench around him, his grip slid down from your waist to your hips. Another of his hand raised your thigh. The angle caused Telemachus to survive off of ragged breaths and heartbeats too fast.

“T-Too deep..” Your brain was mushed. He thrust so greedily that you saw stars and fumbled on your thoughts. It was all too familiar, but it always felt as if every time it felt better. Was that possible? It didn’t matter, all that mattered was the rhythm he rubbed your clit. He swirled you with experience. His thumb went up and down faster every time you let out even the slightest of sounds.

The air smelled of spit and sluggish, unclear tension between you two. It swirled over to your flushed cheeks to your lower waist. The roars of the suitors covered your moans in layers.

His other hand flew up to your chin, pushing in two fingers into your mouth. You sucked like a starved one, tongue slipping between two. He would’ve laughed at your obedience if it weren’t for the given circumstances. At this point, it felt as if he was just hungry for you and not trying to prove whatever he wanted. Telemachus lived for when you tightened on him like this. It felt like heaven.

Goosebumps trailed down your back as he moaned against the crook of your neck, only causing you to bite down at his fingers harder. Without warning, he bit down at your beauty bone. Wet kisses trailed down. Wet, sloppy ones. Your eyes rolled back and you bit your lip. You felt as if Telemachus was insatiable! He always tried to get into these ephemeral situations.

Finally, your thighs quivered and release fell over you. Galvanized, you gripped onto his shoulder as he himself made you both come at the same time. Your jaw fell loose, his fingers sliding out with a sloppy groan. Even after your shoulders heaved up and down and hair strands stuck to his face, he refused to pull out and let it drip over.

He glanced over to the door. “See? She’s asleep.” So admiring when his voice was raspy. In between the sentence, he pulled out. Telemachus observed all of it leak out with a satisfied grin on his face. It looked almost—triumphant?

Hi! So I just wanted to come on here to announce that I have my requests open- mainly because I have run out of time to think of ideas but only persuade such. Please, PLEASE write and suggest.. smut, one shots, series, ANYTHING!

Have fun with your requests! For context, I mainly do Epic the musical fanfics like Telemachus x Reader or Hermes x Reader but I can also do Heather fanfics like JDuke or JDRonica..

A/N: Hey ! I haven’t posted lots because I have so many crap to do- sorry! The end is rushed but enjoy!

PAIRING: Telemachus x GN! reader

SUMMARY: You fainted after your mother’s death, and found yourself in a world of hallucinations..

TW: Corpse, mentioning of diseases such as malaria, fluff, hallucinations

The human mind is truly the scariest thing of all.

Blood trickled from your wrists into the shovel. Blood, sweat and tears. You were the one who buried your own mother. The same mother who you tried to care for until she couldn’t fight against malaria any longer. It happened late at night, sobs staining your mother’s scarf. You wasted no time in departing your oiko with a large shovel in hand and your cold mother’s body in the other.

Upon finding a garden, you dug deep, skin rasping against the metal and peeling. The hole was deep enough now, therefore you threw the body in and covered it back up. The job was done, and now you cried. Again, but this time, you weren’t holding her. You were alone, afraid, and a hot mess.

The next morning, you couldn’t seem to find motivation to move out of bed. Tears stained your cheeks, eyes red and puffy. You didn’t do anything that day but sulk. You didn’t drink nor eat for 2 days. Or maybe more, you lost count of the days you would waste looking at the ceilings. Eventually, you fainted.

The next morning, it suddenly came to you that you’re at the ripe age of 19 and in need of a job. Turning around in your bed, your mom was still resting on the other bed on the other side of the room. You sighed, threw on regular garments and headed for every store you could find. For every store you were rejected, each one giving the same excuse of how you’re “too young” and “lacked of experience”. You sat down on a doorstep once you reached your oiko.

Out of comfort, your mom came out of the oiko, sitting next to you. “What is it, my dear?” She queried, voice melodic. Groaning, you answered: “What am I doing wrong?” You felt as if you wanted to cry, you didn’t know what to do or how to.

While the texture rasped against your bandaged wrists, your drowsy, drowned eyes looked up upon the palace. Bright and clear, an idea came to you. Worth a shot..

You strolled into the palace, keeping your head up high and shoulders down low. The place was luxurious, you couldn’t have dreamt of it in your wildest dreams. The polished walls showed your reflection, and you felt like a dusty little ant compared to the people eyeing you and your rags. Your steps clicked and bounced off the palace walls, your heart feeling like a trapped bird. Fluttering, desperately trying to explode or slip away. You prayed you got the job, as a servant or cook or anything that gave you money.

Hours later

Once walking out, you grinned. In desperation, they hired you as a servant, and you were certainly delighted. Though it was not the best job, you honestly expected a worse job. The next morning, you woke up before the sun rose, looking over to your mom, still gently asleep. You showed up extremely early, scrubbing the marble floors until your knees ached in pain. You desperately tried to focus on scrubbing instead of the growing anguish in your knees.

You turned over your shoulder, your mom sitting next to you. “Mom?..” you sighed, voice drowsy. “Aren’t you supposed to be home still? You were sleeping when I left.” Your mother rolled her eyes, beaming. “I missed you.” “Aww.. mom..” you leaned into her arms, her touch somewhat.. cold.

Then you fell and hit your head.

Once you woke up, you were in a bed, a figure sitting next to you. While your eyes adjusted, you struggled to make the figure out. Blue eyes matching the blue and golden tunic, black hair. “Hello..?” You murmured, using last bits of energy. Once he saw you woke up, he walked over, staring down at you. “Be careful, the floors are quite hard.” The guy worded, turning his back over and leaving. What’s his problem? You covered your mouth with your hands once the realization settled in. Oh my! That was the prince, wasn’t it?!

The following day you worked at the library, sorting scrolls and books. “Mom.. can you help me??” No response. “Who are you talking to?” Prince Telemachus chirped from behind. “Oh? Uhm, no one.” You blushed, embarrassed. “..are you okay? Does your head still hurt?” “No, I’m fine, thank you for asking.” Surprisingly, he exchanged words on how the incident happened and how to avoid it. “..lack of hydration is also a concern for fainting. But don’t worry, if it happens again, I’ll search for medicine.” Then, he smiled and waved goodbye. “Bye, Prince Telemachus.”

And so, it went on like that. You would talk about health frequently or whenever he could catch you. You talked about diseases you were curious about, and he talked about the causes and effects. You two would get so invested in the conversations, that you sometimes forgot to do your duties and he forgot to do his. You would live for these conversations, gaining new drops of knowledge with each word of his. You never thought you would be friends with the prince, but there you were.

Once, you were talking about malaria. “My mother is very sick of malaria. I hope she can be treated.” “Oh, what’s her name?” “My mother’s name is (Mom/Name).” “That’s a nice name, I’ll see what I can do.” Your head shot up, your eyes were twinkly with hope and tears of gratitude. “Really?! Oh thank you!” You curtsied rapidly, nodding desperately. You felt the urge to hug him, but that would be disrespectful, especially without his consent and permission. You held back your excitement back even if it made your chest hurt.

Full of joy, the next day you skipped the halls excitedly, the tension to go back home and see your mom drinking medicine unbearable. But instead, Telemachus greeted you with a stern expression. “Greetings, Lord Telemachus!” You chirped. “Uh.. yes. Right, greetings.” At his hesitant response, you raised an eyebrow, but the confusion evaporated into love and hope upon remembering your mother’s case.

“Uhm.. Telemachus?” He turned around steadily. “Yes?” “T-Thank you. Again.. for.. you know.” When he heard this, he only looked more concerned. “Y/N. Please meet at the beach later.” “Your wish is my command!” You rejoiced, skipping away like you were before the encounter. Your mind didn’t race with the possibilities that would happen at the beach, but at the hugs and kisses you would give your mother once she was healthy and safe. Oh, how you would provide for her like she provided for you. You would hug her in your arms kissing her cheeks while she laughed. Her soft laugh.. to hear it again.

After finishing your duties, you strolled over to the beach, the same scent of sand and ocean water flooding your senses. There, you saw him sitting in the sand, black hair flowing in the wind, tunic ruffled with sand. You got close enough and sat next to him. He promptly spotted you, shifting his body to yours. “Y/N..” “Telemachus?” His voice was filled with curiosity, but it was still hesitant. It was if he wanted to ask you something, but was too scared. “Uhm.. about what I said yesterday.” “Yes?” “I sent out some guards to check on your mother.. and they.. said she passed away? Or at least, she was missing?”

Your heart sank. “What?.. No..” Emotion drained your body as realization settled in, along with the memories of that night. The night your cheeks were stained with tears and the reason your wrists are bandaged. The night where the grip of the shovel made you bleed. How could you forget? In grief or delusions? Or in desperate attempt to escape reality into a world that provided comfort? A world where everything was possible. “Oh!” You gasped, tears stinging in your eyes. You didn’t hold them back, tears staining your cheeks down to your tunic. You tried to laugh in between, trying to brush off the anguish you were experiencing.

To your surprise, he didn’t laugh at your stupidity or at how ugly you looked crying. Instead, he pulled you into the warmth of his arms. Your tears were full of emotions you couldn’t describe, mostly with grief. He didn’t stop you from absolutely ruining his tunic, he let your sobs stain it. When your head started hurting from crying, you calmed down, still sniffing occasionally. It felt like a relief, finally tumbling back to reality and letting the grief of your mother go. Even if it made your nose red like a fresh pomegranate and your cheeks stained.

“I’m sorry..” you mumbled, voice brittle. “I’m so sorry.” You gasped, looking at his tunic and troubled expression. Panicking, you stood up swiftly and flew through the palace. Back at your oiko, you couldn’t believe what you just did. You couldn’t think properly, and you swore your breath got tighter with every second. You left because you just gave your emotions away when you weren’t supposed to. He called you to clarify that you knew about your mother’s death, and instead you turned it into a waterwork fest.

You weren’t really the same at work anymore. Telemachus still talked to you and you still talked to him, but now, your voice was dead. Forced. While you weren’t with him, you pondered the amount of stupidity you had to have to hallucinate a dead relative. He tried to talk to you with a more soothing tone, maybe in attempt to comfort you. You would go home and the silence was deafening. Though you managed to keep a stable financial life, it wasn’t the same without her. It kept you up at night, the ceiling turning into a familiar sight. A numb sight.

Everyday, the need to cry subsided to an absent loving. It was tragic, the way you carried yourself through the palace, as if you haunted it like-so. You flew gracefully, almost too calmly. With your shoulders down and head slightly lowered. You even heard the suitors calling you ghostly; insults that were weak compared to the anguish in your chest. You still polished and sorted and overall did your duties, but now, they didn’t have much meaning to you rather than survival.

Telemachus, noticing your distant behavior started finding you on a daily basis. Before, there would be days where you two would just be able to say ‘hi’ and have to move on, but now, it was as if he pushed away everything to be with you. Only you. You didn’t find it peculiar or out of the ordinary, you proceeded on with your days the same. That was, until one day.

It was a day like the others—you woke up, looking over the empty shadow that was supposed to be in the bed next to you. Departing your oiko before the sun rises, finishing duties early. Therefore, you sat down in the gardens, just you and your thoughts. You always sat down at one ordinary bench and pondered vague memories. It was a routine now. A very empty routine, but yes.

At the Grand Hall, you sat down on a bench, awaiting commands from the suitors; “Fetch me some beer”, “Run along and grab some wine for us, will you?”. It was draining, but it was, after all, your job. But today, Telemachus stopped you. “Y/N, meet with me at the beach once again.” You didn’t meet his gaze, just simply nodded in embarrassment. Unlike the last time he asked you, now you were beyond curious to know what will happen.

You followed him out, and he led you through the polished columns into the same, old beach. You both sat down, and both of you said nothing until Telemachus spoke. “How have you been doing?” He interrogated. But it was genuine, he wanted to know. “I’ve been okay. How have you?” You remarked, response flat and monotonous. He didn’t answer for a short period of time. “I’ve been worried about you. You haven’t been the same, and I shouldn’t expect you to stay the same, but the change I’m talking about is drastic—to the point I can’t even recognize you anymore. So truly, are you okay?”

Something in his words melted the ice inside of you, and for a flickering second—he could see it in your eyes: recognition. The way you felt seen and how your heart fluttered with his words, inexplicable. Heart like a trapped bird, a small blush crept up your neck and sprawled onto your cheeks. Just the thought of anyone caring turned you on. For no reason, but you couldn’t care less. Along with dignity, words left your lips. The ability to speak is now gone!

“I-I-I..I don’t..” “Yeah?” “Uh.. I mean..” “Yes..?” You tucked a hair behind your ear out of sheer embarrassment. “N-Now.. I think about it.. yeah. I’m f-fine!” As corny as it sounds, you both shared the same spark in your eyes. Glinting in the sunset sun, you both were close enough to.. kiss. Delusions racing in your mind so fast you didn’t even notice the cheesy smile on you.

Had you fallen in love?

A/N: this is extremely rushed, my condolences! Don’t mind the layout I’m testing stuff out iykwim ;)

PAIRING: telemachus x GN reader

SUMMARY: You fall in love for the prince, but he has eyes for another. Once you get rid of her, you can’t escape the overwhelming guilt.

TW: mentions of sex, su!c!de, and a mess

You never knew what or how to define love. It all seemed like a topic you weren’t ready for yet. That is, until you met him.

Telemachus was the prince of Ithaca, and even if he probably has daddy issues, you never thought you would wind up in this position.

It was a normal day, the same aroma of rain and nature flooding the isolated yet busy palace. The only reason you even got a chance to sleep in a room or be there at all was because you were siblings with one of the suitors. He would usually play the lyre for you due to his admiration in Apollo. You would always listen and occasionally find yourself humming the songs throughout your days.

Your days were the same. You would get up, walk around the palace, serve the suitors, and spend the rest of the day doing whatever crap came to mind. Right now, you were serving the suitors, placing the large, marble plates steadily. You were dumbfounded at how they could eat so much food in one day. Not your brother though, he was skinny. After a while, you finished ignoring the suitor’s sexual remarks on you all while serving them.

Maybe it was because of how uncomfortable you felt, but you ran out of the grand hall the second you could. Next thing you knew, you were in the courtyard, panting, hair strands sticking to your face. Even with your heavy breathing, you suddenly heard a sharp chop into a plate of wood. You warily turned around only to find Telemachus practicing his archery. You never paid much mind to him, only hearing through him out of gossip in the pearly white halls.

With sore legs and racing mind, you leaned against the marble column, eyes gazing onto him. For a flickering second, he looked over to you. Looked over to you with those mesmerizing blue eyes. A blue sky with the softest caramel skin. You found yourself drawn to him from there on, always finding yourself in the same halls or gardens as him.

It was unhealthy. Your heart always ached and you wished to cry every time you heard a single word uttering about him with another woman or even, man.

But soon enough, it happened. You entered the grand hall and were immediately deafened by the constant chatter. Your brother sprinted to you, and exclaimed the words you most feared out of excitement: “Did you hear? Prince Telemachus is getting married!” You’d didn’t believe it, trying to push the allegations away just like your tears. Unfortunately, you couldn’t deny them anymore when you saw both him and a princess while in the market. They looked so happy. Both on the same horse and tangling their arms around each other.

Tears pricked in your eyes, the ability to hold a tomato getting harder with every tremble your hand made. When you were finally at the gardens back at the palace, you sobbed. A sharp, painful sob filled with agonizing tears. It wasn’t pretty. Despite the devastating atmosphere, you couldn’t help but come up with an idea. Pretty..

The following day, you went to the gardens again and found the princess just where you wanted her. She strolled into a willow tree, and you followed right behind her furtively. Once you were both inside you cleared your throat, and forced a tight smile. Once she turned around, she jumped slightly.

“M-May I help you?” She stammered. “Oh no! I just wanted to say, you’re so.. pretty. Prettier than Aphrodite.” Immediately, her face softened, lips curving into a tender beam. “Oh! Thank you!” Immediately, you left. Left swiftly.

Sure enough, few weeks later you heard that she had jumped off a cliff due to ‘the will of the gods’. While strolling through the halls later, you heard quiet sobs coming from the same courtyard that changed you. It was Telemachus. Hearing him, and even seeing him cry broke your heart. So naturally, you approached him. You let him cry into your shoulder and sob about how much he loved her. You comforted him as if he was a child and you were a mother, nodding sympathetically every once in a while.

Ever since then, you started talking more. And more, and more, to the point you even occasionally held hands or.. more. Nobody knew, but you couldn’t care less. You couldn’t care less that you had to hold back your sounds so nobody could hear. Because as long as you were with him, life was complete.

Once, you were lying in bed with him, panting, and face flushed. Your bodies were tangled together, both eyes gazing into each others. “Do you still miss her?” You queried. “Why would I, if I have you?” Telemachus retaliated. You couldn’t help but let out a small, fervent giggle. “Oh, Telemachus..” It was in those words when you felt it, for a flickering moment: guilt. You didn’t deserve this, the other woman did. But, you were the other woman. If it weren’t for your cruel words, she would be the one tangled. The one who got to touch his lips with hers.

It doesn’t matter.

As long as you were with him, you were complete.

Complete? What is complete? Com-plete. Adjective. Having all necessary/appropriate parts, making something whole or perfect.

Though you tried ignoring it every day, the feeling would always catch up to you. When you were kissing, touching, loving him. You were playing with his hair in the gardens when, suddenly, it was almost as if you felt.. something. Your mind flashed to a vague ‘memory’, one when you were flying through the sky, as if you had fallen off a cliff, and you were screaming.

F[]k. It wasn’t a memory. It was just a.. hypothetical. In desperation, you kept tangling your fingers in his hair and humming your brother’s melodies harder than you should’ve. The tension in your knuckles was unbearable, your breath fighting to keep their steady rhythm. “Y/N?..” Telemachus called. “I-I-Telemachus? Ye-s, what’s sit- it?” He didn’t respond, and you prayed he didn’t notice your tranquillity cracking through every breath.

How could you stoop so low? Of course, it got you what you wanted but couldn’t there have been another way? When your breath was too tight and your vision too blurry, you promptly ran out as fast as your feet could take you. You collapsed near a river, where time was slow and patient. After a while, your breathing matched the river’s waves. Calm.

You were at the beach now, sitting in the sand while the water splashed on your feet. Earlier today, you had asked your brother for music, which seemed to tame the thoughts of today. Though you still felt unimaginably guilty, it all disappeared when Telemachus sat next to you.

There, you both made small talk while you apologized for your exit earlier today. As the time flew, the sun began its descent, where Telemachus made a rather unexpected question: “Could you define love?” You stayed silent for a while, since you never knew how, but that was long ago, and times have changed. Steadily, you sighed.

Heathers, JDuke.

Heather walked into the library, clutching her swirling stomach. The air was tense, rich with suspense, and maybe.. something else? The library smelled of ancient knowledge and literature, like always. The librarian was absent, a “Be Back in 5” folded paper standing up on the polished wooden desk. The large stacks of books next to the computer only seemed to grow bigger by day, and dustier.

Heather observed the territory carefully, making sure she was alone. She chewed on her cheek greedily, mouth “physically hungry”. Heather groaned as she accidentally bit her cheek too hard, hand caressing it rapidly. She sighed and rolled her eyes, strolling through the halls of tall bookshelves.

With every step, her black, shiny flats made a gentle click against the floor. She scanned the book shelves, searching for a certain genre to suit her peculiar interests. She inspected every title, until one caught her eye; “The Picture of Dorian Gray”. Her eyes lit up, as if a sharp lightbulb went off.

A classic.. she thought. Heather approached it while brushing her hands on her green coat. She reached for it, slight dust painting her fingers. She blew the dust off, gazing at the cover. As she read through the back of the book.. she heard a familiar voice.

“Hey, darling.” JD mumbled, grinning through the cigarette stuck between his lips. He was at the other side of the bookshelf, staring at her between the gap the missing book made. Heather jumped slightly, clearly caught off guard. She looked around to see if anyone saw her small jump. That was such a pussy-like move.. she thought. Her reputation would be ruined if people saw the slightest crack on her, somehow. “What?” She whisper-shouted. “Wake up on the wrong side of the bed today, sweet?” He teased, chuckling under his breath. “Shut up!”

JD walked to the other side of the bookshelf, the one Heather was on. He had this same cocky grin and a cigarette stuck between his lips. Heather still had the book clutched to herself, pearly brown eyes looking up at him. “What do you want, JD?..” Heather mumbled, avoiding eye contact. JD ignored her and instead stared at the book and pointed. “Is that ‘The Picture of Dorian Gray’?” She smiled, something she hadn’t done in months. Steadily, she nodded.

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Heather snickered, laughter ringing through the library.

JD and her had been sitting in a table, exchanging words, conversation topics changing rapidly per minute. JD stared at her, enjoying her laughter more than anything. Maybe he was too absorbed, because he didn’t notice he pushed himself to her until their lips were practically 2 inches away. Heather gawked, her breathing abruptly changing rhythm.

“JD..?” Heather gasped, breath suddenly taken away from him. He pressed his lips to hers hesitantly yet desperately. Heather’s knees weakened and her stomach swirled, this time not from hunger. JD explored her mouth, while Heather stood still, surviving off of ragged breaths. He gently cupped Heather’s rosy cheeks. His lips still tasted like cigarettes, and she seemed to melt into him, slowly closing her eyes as she let him control her. She felt a wave of emotions that not even any dictionary could describe. Her hands shakily found their way to his shoulders, his leather coat rough yet soft. When he pulled away, Heather smiled dork-like as JD just grinned that same stupid cocky smile.

Heather applied a new layer of lipstick. JD giggled to himself.

“You’re so perfect..” JD mumbled, pressing his lips to hers again.

A/N: Heathers storyyy!!

Warning!: none

The car drove rapidly, Veronica steering the wheel with every curve the road had. The air was thick with anticipation and carried the scent of gas and rainwater. The radio playing was silent compared to Veronica’s hammering heart. When she finally pulled up to the hospital, her breaths only became more intense than before. She felt as if her heart were a trapped bird.

As she exited the car, the moonlight shone on her face, highlighting her features. After taking a deep breath, she anxiously strolled to the glass doors. The first sight wasn’t her expectation, it was the empty seats and deafening silence. Though quickly, she spotted a familiar figure. Smirking, she approached. Tapping on the shoulder of their leather sack coat, Veronica prayed it was him.

As the figure spun to meet her, Veronica’s breath caught.

“Jason..” she cracked, voice extremely sober compared to her expression. Gently, JD offered a warm smile.

They were both walking out in the parking lot, the moon still up.

“I can’t believe you’re out now.” Veronica admitted. “Me neither, I thought I would’ve been dead.” JD related. Veronica thoughts replayed the sound of the gunshot, making the moment more unrealistic.

As they both stopped in front of Veronica’s car, she turned to JD. Hands shaking, a few tears of joy ran down her cheek, making her voice crack. “Sorry for the waterworks.. I just.. you’re here.” JD offered a smile of comfort, wrapping his arms around her. “It’s okay, Ronnie. I’m here.”

Veronica’s gaze traveled to his, their eyes meeting. Veronica let out a breath she hadn’t even known she had been holding in.

She crashed her lips to his, her vulnerability visible. As they both explored the tunnels of one another’s mouth, Veronica tangled her fingers in his curled hair. When they finally broke the kiss, the sunrise began.

A/N: this is a heathers story based on an alternate universe where JD survives, enjoy!! :))

Warning!: not recommended for single people, mentions of explosions

The grass swayed with the wind that carried the scent of smoke and dirt. Veronica watched with terror in her eyes as JD held the bomb to his chest. As the timer ticked, Veronica replayed every memory she had ever lived with JD. The more she thought, the more her tears pricked in her eyes.

As the last ticks echoed, she reacted rapidly. “JD NO!” She cried, yanking the bomb away. As a great wave of strength washed over her, she threw the bomb as far as she could. JD stayed still as he observed the explosion erupt in the trees. 2 or 3 of Veronica’s tears rolled down her cheeks as JD shook in surprise. He was at a loss for words.

“D-Did you just..” he stammered, steadily taking a few steps back as his fingers tapped on his jacket. Veronica’s gaze dropped down, her voice cold as stone. “I don’t want to deal with anymore grief.” She turned her head to him. “Especially not with you.”

JD limped to her, his arms wrapping around her from behind. “Thank you.” He gasped, his words muffled with her hair. Veronica didn’t move. She had still lost Chandler. She had still lost Kurt and Ram. Gosh, she almost lost Martha.

“Let’s get you to the hospital.” She declared, voice barely a whisper. “Anything, my love.” He answered, his eyelids dropping as his comfort returned.

Veronica sat outside the hospital, the wind caressing her face as she breathed the rich scent of leaves. The tears hadn’t left. They were still there. The thought of losing someone else made her sick. So sick.

A nurse suddenly emerged from the hospital, interrupting the silence. As she approached Veronica, Veronica wiped her tears and gazed on the nurse. She queried the only thing that came to mind: “Will he be okay..?” The nurse sported a smile, welcoming Veronica. A nod was her only answer. For the smallest flicker of a second, Veronica felt an aching hole in her chest. “..Can I go see him?” she requested. “Yes, you may.” The nurse replied.

Veronica walked through the white halls, the bright lights almost blinding her. “3017..3017” she repeated under her breath. She strolled through the hospital, frantically flowing through flights of stairs and corridors. After what seemed like 30 hours, Veronica spotted Room 3017. Legs tired, she approached, her hand placing on the door handle. With the last ounce of energy she possessed, she invaded the patient room.

Her gaze immediately pierced into JD’s, his current state consisting of him lying helplessly on the bed with a robe. Veronica’s breath caught. Leisurely, she made her way to the chair beside him. Sitting down, her mind was blank.

“You good?” She uttered. JD didn’t answer. He let the silence fill the room, the only noise coming from the cold, fresh, AC. “How do you still love me?”

Veronica rose up and kneeled beside his bed, both their gazes meeting. “Let’s be 17.” A warm smile spread on her face.

A/N: Was feeling down, result is this Hermes angst. Sooo, like, enjoy!..

Warning!: angst without comfort, Hermes angst (art by Zieru)

You and Hermes had just gotten in a fight. The screams echoed through your ears. The glass shattering played on repeat in your ears. Your mind kept replaying the bruise on Hermes arm.

Maybe you overreacted. You shouldn’t have thrown a glass cup at him. Definitely not.

You had caught him flirting with another mortal near the waterfalls. Your lover. Flirting with another woman. The past day he had told you to meet him there. But all you met was a nasty scene.

You sat down on a bench in an isolated garden. “My Love?” You heard, the familiar voice barely a whisper. You turned your head around, hair strands covering your tear-stained cheeks. His voice dropped to deep sympathy upon seeing you. “Y/N.. my dearest.. I’m sorry.” He breathed. “A sorry won’t undo that women’s thoughts.” You grumbled, turning your head back. He sat down next to you.

“Don’t get near me, Hermes.”

Though his eyes broke, he scooted a farther distance on the other side of the bench. “Darling.. I don’t know how that happened. I regret it deeply. You know you’re my only.” He explained, a forced grin spreading across his face. “You’re my favorite mortal. I wish I could hold you in my arms everyday, so I could comfort you in times like these.”

‘Times like these.’ You repeated. What a foolish sentence. Especially if he was the cause for ‘times like these’. Your head spun to him, your gaze meeting his.

“But do you mean it, Hermes?” His breath caught. “Yes, my dearest. I do.” You scoffed in disbelief. “I bet you’d say the same to that girl.” You snapped. “Y/N-“ “You don’t mean it do you? ‘Favorite mortal’.. is there some other mortals in your life? A ‘favorite goddess’? It was a blatant lie when you said that you loved me, and I don’t care. Loving you was a torture and I enjoyed it all too much. Now I know and I won’t repeat the same stupid mistake. Now leave, Hermes.”

His heart broke, his playful expression suddenly turning cold. “Fine! Be that way.” He boomed, standing up. “But if I leave, I’m not coming back.”

“Farewell.”

And he left. Leaving you heartbroken and astray. All alone.

A/N: I really hope this one-shot gains attention, unlike my other one. I wrote this at 12 am. 🤕

Warning!: angst? Hermes x Circe Nymph (art bu Zieru)

The sunrise had only just begun, and you were awake before any of the nymphs. You wanted to collect something special for Lady Circe, seeing that she was in a tired mood lately. You ran through the forest, picking the best of flowers and shells. You placed it all inside a glass jar Lady Circe had given to you as a trophy for mastering the hard spell.

After a while, you found yourself trying to obtain a conch near the sand. Seeing something sparkly in the distance, you sprinted towards the unfamiliar object. It was only then until you realized it wasn’t a conch. Not at all. It was quite the opposite.

The figure took a form of a winged staff entwined with 2 snakes. You raised an eyebrow, yet you still checked if anyone was supervising you. After securing your free will, you captured the peculiar staff in your hand. The way your finger gripped the sparkling golden staff felt perfect. You sighed in amazement.

“Lady Circe would love this..” you gasped. You stowed the staff in the jar, making your way back to the village. You steered through the forest, inhaling the fresh scent of nature and blossoms. You strolled through the forest peacefully, that is, until you heard a slight sneer.

Your heart skipped a beat. You spun around at full tilt. “Who’s there?” You hissed. Though voice demanding yet full of fear, you held your head high. You felt a hand grip your shoulder, twirling you around. “Hey!” You barked. Immediately, you glanced to the jar reassuring yourself of the presence of the staff.

You withdrew the winged staff, clutching it with your quivering wrists. You pointed it at your sides, as if a defensive weapon. “You shouldn’t use objects you don’t own as weapons, love.” You heard a melodic voice declare.

“..What?” You murmured, theories spiraling in your head. Suddenly, a lean, tall figure stood in front of you, the figure wearing a winged hat and winged sandals. Your breath caught, the theories shifting to smutty thoughts. “W-Who are you?..” you queried, voice full of fear, and something else.. “Do you seriously not know who I am darling?” He interrogated. You shook your head steadily.

Before you knew it, he jolted towards you speedily, his finger crawling up to your neck from your chin, forcing you to meet his golden gaze. You felt your face flush. Immediately, you forgot how words functioned. “I’m Hermes..” he uttered. He examined every inch of you, biting his lip. “And who might you be? A lovely pearl?” Hermes teased. “I’m.. uh.. Y/N. Yes, I’m Y/N.” You murmured. How could you forget your own name?

“Well, Y/N.. that staff you have right there is mine.” He snickered, gesturing at the winged staff. You backed away, his touch slipping. “No.. this staff is soon to be Lady Circe’s..” you remarked. His eyes brightened. “Oh! You’re one of them? Well of course you are.” You glared, dismissing him: “Good to meet you Hermes, but I have to return to my village.” Therefore, you skipped away.

Later, you found out Circe wasn’t feeling well that day, so you didn’t have the chance to gift her your jar. In disappointment, you walked to the cliff, the one where the view of the ocean was beautiful. You slumped down next to an olive tree, admiring the sunset. “Is that the sparkling shell, Y/N?” You heard a familiar voice suppose. “Hermes?” You gasped, your head twisting rapidly. Immediately, your eyes clipped his.

He sat next to you before you had time to acknowledge anything. “Look, my love.. I really need my staff.” He begged. “I’ll do anything.. I swear..” You stopped breathing. “Anything?” You repeated. “Yes..” You stared out into the horizon.

“Just… tell me what the world outside is like.” And he did. Until the moon set. Until the stars shone. Your desire to explore only grew with each sentence he planted. When he finished, you could barely speak. “Can I have my staff now?..” he whispered. “Y-yeah.. follow me.” You stood up, leading him to the garden where you hid the jar. You rumbled for the staff, capturing it and handing it to him.

“Thanks.” He appreciated, looking up at you. “Can I do one last thing before I leave?” “Of course.”

Once you gave him permission, Hermes wasted no time. He leaned in slowly, giving you every second to pull away. But you didn’t, instead you leaned in speedily, pulling his collar. You felt him being caught off guard, yet enjoying every second.

The kiss was long, but after a while, it was like a dam had collapsed. It deepened, your fingers tangling in his locks, his fingers roaming your waist.

After it ended and he left, you couldn’t believe that happened.

Of course, Hermes came back, but always in secret, as if he knew something you didn’t.

Your conversations gave you pleasure. Though you adjusted to silent chuckles and covered kisses, you longed for more, for your relationship to be public.

A/N: my first tumblr story.. I hope everyone enjoys 🤑

Warning! : corny/smutty content, Telemachus one-shot (art by duvetbox)

You never knew how you became friends with the Prince Telemachus. You were little. And you were just the servant’s daughter.

4 years old

You were running through the grass barefoot, free, leaves tangling in your hair. Your chiton, weak from the shakes, fell down to your moving feet, causing you to trip and fall. The spiky grass scratched against your arm, and the solid dirt only hardened your fall. Trying to hold back your tears, your glossy eyes looked up to a shadow, Antinous.

You swore you saw a tint of sympathy in his eyes.

“Really, Y/N? Crying over small fall? Girls are so pathetic.” He mocked, snickering as he walked away.

Tears stung in your eyes. You picked yourself up and ran to the willow tree in the garden, the sun shining through the spaces the leaves formed. Cold tears streamed down your face as you covered your eyes with your palms. Your sobs were quiet. Small weeps, like the ones you had heard the queen sob when she yearned for her husband’s comfort.

You sighed, resting against the trunk of the tree. It was quiet. Peaceful. A wonky smile crept up your face, a sign of relief. The tears no longer pressed down on you.

That’s when you heard more cries, silent, almost as if mirroring yours. You raised an eyebrow, sitting up, back arched. Struggling to not make a single noise, you crawled over to the other side of the tree. There you saw a boy with elegant clothing and heavy jewelry.

You tilted your head, studying the view. “He must be really rich…” you mumbled.

The boy’s head shot up, his dark hair tangled in his eyes. He brushed away the hair strands covering his view. “W-Who.. are you?” He whispered, his voice cracking. You crawled closer to him, sitting down an appropriate amount of space from him. “I’m Y/N. Who are you?” You spoke, looking him up and down.

“My name is Telemachus.” He answered, adding, “I’m the son of Odysseus.”

Your eyes immediately widened, jaw dropping. “Isn’t Odysseus king of Ithaca??” You gawked. Telemachus nodded. “So your prince?” He nodded again.

“That’s so sick!” You exclaimed, accidentally pushing yourself a small amount closer. He grinned, his smile full of light and naive youth. “Do you wanna be friends, Y/N?” Telemachus requested. “Hmmm…” you mumbled sarcastically. “Sure!” You rejoiced.

You stood up and stuck out your hand, a gentle invite. “You wanna play?” You hesitated. His smile widened. “Yes!”

15 year time skip

You flowed through the marble halls, carrying a squared box Queen Penelope had requested you to deposit to the dungeon. Your sandals pressed against the ground, the sound ringing against the isolated palace.

The scarf wrapped around your neck suddenly slipped and fell against the floor delicately. You gasped, eyes widening in shock. With care, you set the box down and immediately darted to your scarf. Gripping the thin silk with your shivering hands, you heard a familiar cruel voice. Of course, Antinous.

“Still have that scarf from your dorky dead mother, huh?” He boomed.

“Don’t you dare talk about my mother that way!” You hissed. You rose up, taking few steps toward him. One hand pointing an commanding finger, the other gripping your late mother’s scarf.

He simply sent back your finger with a mischievous smirk. “What do you plan to do about that, Y/N? Cry to your little prince?” You jolted closer, your fingers gripping his neck slowly. “Telemachus has nothing to do with this.” You insisted, voice low yet commanding.

You felt a gentle warm hand clutch yours. Your lips parted at the familiarity of the touch. “Telemachus?..” you whispered, head turning steadily.

“Leave Y/N alone, Antinous.” Telemachus demanded, eyes piercing into his. Antinous raised his hands in sarcastic defeat, beaming naughtily. “Fine, I’ll leave.” He teased, eyes darting between the both of you.

You stepped back to the box, wrapping the scarf around your neck in a swift motion. Telemachus went down with you, leaning in to your ear. “You okay?” He whispered, “Yeah..” you answered, voice barely above a gasp of a breath. Following, you both stood upright, proceeding with your activities, Telemachus now accompanying you in yours.

As you both strolled, Antinous’ voice spoke behind you: “Why do you keep clinging on to him, Y/N? He would never love someone like you.” Immediately you paused. Your hands went loose, the box slowly escaping your grip. Telemachus immediately dashed to you, capturing the box immediately.

“Woah, you sure you okay?” He urged, a small chuckle escaping his lips. You blinked back to reality, a wave of embarrassment washing over you. “What? Yeah. Don’t.. don’t worry about it.” You shook your head, retrieving the box from his hands.

As you both steered through the narrow halls of the dungeon, you drifted into thought. You didn’t like him, did you? So why did you fear of his possible ignorance? Could it be because of all those years? All those years of laughter? All those years- “Why are you so quiet, Y/N? You’re usually the one who strikes up conversations.” Telemachus interrupted.

Your head shot up. “Huh? Oh. I guess I do. I just.. want to show Antinous I’m not weak. That I’m not as minuscule as he teases.” You murmured, setting down the box in an empty bench.

Promptly, an idea came to mind. “Wait.. maybe I can!” You exclaimed, voice full of joy and determination. You clutched his hand and rapidly strode until you detected Telemachus’ study. You opened the door, shoving you both inside, and then proceeding to shut the door behind.

You stepped forward, slumping down in his chair while processing. Your finger shot up. “Yes! How could’ve I not thought of such idea?” You exulted. “What idea?..” Telemachus murmured, leaning against the door.

“To prove I’m not stupid, which I’m certainly not, I will have to do something he would never have thought I could.” You explained, standing up and walking toward him. “..So?” He queried. A embarrassed blush crept up your neck to your cheeks.

“Now now, this next part is a bit crazy…” he stared naively, about to open his mouth when you interrupted: “BUT! It’s for a good sake.. okay?..” you gulped. “Uh, continue…” he insisted.

“We have to falsely.. engage in a… relationship.” You blurted out, avoiding his gaze.

A fresh, red blush briskly crept up his neck to his face, his eyes widening in shock. He ran a hand through his hair, his fingers tangling meanwhile.

“W-What!?” He yelped. “Telemachus.. I know it’s crazy but I just..” you drifted off, realizing how stupid you sounded. Your emotions suddenly returning to their realistic state, you sauntered toward him with a kind sympathy in your eyes. You placed a comforting hand on his shoulder, gazing at him. “Hey.. you don’t have to do it if you don’t want to.. it was just a silly idea.” You soothed, voice melodic.

“No.. no. It’s fine. I’ll do it.” He uttered, his voice scratchy. You blinked in surprise. “W-What? Really..?” you gawked, eyes full of optimism. He looked into your gaze, his eyes full of a source you didn’t recognize. His cheeks still a shade of rosy red, he inhaled deeply. “Yeah.. let’s just.. prove Antinous wrong. For your sake.” He slightly sneered at your stunned expression.

After a while, you sighed, holding out a breath you didn’t know you were holding in. You wrapped your arms around him tightly, a sign of comfort and safety.

“Are you sure, Telemachus?” You whispered, your eyelids dropping down.

“For you, Y/N.”

You woke up with your hair tangled and your ribbon across the bed. You glanced to your nightstand, reaching for the portable mirror. Staring at yourself through it, you realized you didn’t look as messy as you had imagined. You blew a hair strand that dangled in your view.

Therefore, you promptly did your hair and changed your wardrobe. You peered at yourself through the mirror repeatedly, scanning any wrong spots. After being secure that you were good enough, you threw on your scarf swiftly and walked out your room.

You were polishing the walls, knees in pain, when Telemachus greeted you softly. “How are you, Y/N?” He questioned. “Good, I suppose.” You murmured, the pain in your knees causing your numb response. After remembering yesterday, you lit up. “Are we still doing the fake relationship thing?” You sparked, beaming at him. He crowed at your mood swing. “Yes, Y/N, we are still doing that.” “Cool! After I finish this, can I take you to the library? There’s a scroll I wanna show you.” He snickered. “Of course.”

An hour later, you were both in the library while you spread out the scroll. “This scroll was really interesting to me, how the writing always mentioned a small detail only for it to be the whole point of the story and..” you drifted off when you realized he was staring at your lips. Raising an eyebrow, you lifted his chin. His cheeks immediately reddened at your touch. “Uhhh, eyes up here buddy.” You sneered. He naively opened his mouth. “Right.”

It was now a few minutes after and you were sitting down at the beach, salt stuck to your lips. You admired the sunset, shells shining with the reflection of the sun. You were still thinking about today at the library. What happened..? You sighed in confusion, continuing to study the sunset.

A figure suddenly sat next to you. Telemachus.

“The sunset is beautiful, isn’t it?” You commented. “Like you?” He pondered. “What?..” you asked obliviously. “Oh, uhm, nothing.” “Okay..” He turned his head to you, taking notice of the salt on your lips.

“You have salt on your lips.” He pointed out. “Oh! I do!” You sneered. “Want me to remove that for you?” “What?” “What? “No, really, Telemachus, what do you mean?” “Huh? Nothing. Forget about it.” You crawled closer to him. “Don’t.. don’t do that. What did you mean?” “Don’t worry about it, Y/N.” You crawled closer with his response, Telemachus slowly blushing with every step you took. “What do you mean by ‘take the salt of my lips’?” “N-Nothing! Just forget about it!” He stammered, covering his face, now the shade of a ripe pomegranate.

You rolled your eyes in irritation. “Fine.”

You were both at the grand hall now, holding hands in attempt to launch your ‘fake relationship’. You promptly read through the book in hand. It was peaceful until you heard a sarcastic whistle. Your gaze glancing to the sudden sound, your view met Antinous’. Of course.

“Look at the new couple! Ouuuu~” Telemachus averted eyes, the same red blush crawling up his neck to his cheeks once again. When you noted this, you spoke up in his defense: “Mind your own damn business, Antinous. And all of you pathetic suitors too, don’t bug into other’s people life just because you don’t have one.” The grand hall erupted into chaos, the suitors rambling to find a response. Antinous glared at you, putting the blame on you for such commotion.

Telemachus stood up, his grip tightening on you. He led you into an isolated hall which contained a beautiful view of the royal garden. Immediately he pinned you against the wall, staring into your eyes. “What was that, Y/N?” He interrogated with a stone cold expression. Your breathing shifted, and suddenly it seemed like you were the only 2 in the world. Struggling to find words, you felt your cheeks reddening, mirroring the same rosy blush he often sported in your presence.

“Oh come on, you would’ve done the same, Telemachus..” you snapped, voice barely a whisper.

He leaned in, and for a second, you thought he was going to kiss you. “Telemachus?” You gasped. “Don’t do that again.” He ordered with the most serious tone you could’ve ever heard. After that, he left the hall, leaving you astray. Struggling to breathe on the same, casual rhythm, you leaned against the wall. You peered into the marvelous view, detecting the same willow tree where you both met. You melted, falling to your knees when you thought of him.

“Telemachus..” you mumbled, the word a kiss. Your knees weakened when you thought of him and your heart raced. You spoke to the willow tree in such desperation: “Oh, wise old willow tree, what am I to do?” You cried, voice hoarse.

Suddenly, your breath caught.

“Could it be..?”

You didn’t sleep well that night. Was this love? It couldn’t. It would be extremely awkward.

You woke up before you were supposed to, when the sun hadn’t risen yet. You couldn’t help it. You repeated the same routine as the past day, wishing for signs in between. His name kept ringing in your head, and you didn’t feel like yourself anymore.

You stared at yourself through the mirror, recognizing an unusual glint in your eyes. It was bright, and it only seemed to present itself when you thought of Telemachus. “Damn Aphrodite!” you grumbled, setting down the mirror harshly. You wrapped your scarf around you again, wishing for your mother’s comfort and reassuring words.

You fell into your bed, staring naively at the ceiling. It was only a few minutes later when you left your room and started with your activities. When the sun started coming up, you were just about done with your duties. “A whole day to myself..” you processed. “A whole day to myself!!” You beamed, the words settling in.

You skipped through the palace, making your way through to reach the gardens.

Once reaching your destination, you let out a breath you were clueless of. You strode through the fresh paths which smelled of roses and tulips. You lightly danced, wrapping your scarf around your shoulders as the light of the sunrise beamed on your skin. In between spins, you caught yourself gasping his name.

It was only until you stopped dancing when you felt a tug on your sandal. “Argos!” You effused, an enthusiastic sparkle in your eyes awakening. You recognized a ball sitting by his paws, and with ardor, you grasped it and threw it a respectful distance. In submission, Argos raced for the ball, successfully finding it and returning it to you.

You played with him for a long time, when your stomach started rumbling. You kneeled down to Argos, quizzing him: “You hungry?” Argos whined. “I’ll take that as a yes.” You chuckled, “come on. Let’s go get some.”

The kitchen was isolated, you both stepping into the kitchen with extreme caution. You snatched some bread and butter, immediately running out of the kitchen after, Argos following you behind.

Argos and you sat down on a bench located in the royal garden. You split the bread in half after spreading the butter on it with a spare knife you had tucked away. You both munched in pleasure.

When you both consumed the bread, Argos ran off. You scoffed sarcastically, a grin spreading on your face.

You rose up and walked through the gardens, feeling at ease with nature. You sat down on a rock, suddenly remembering yesterday. You blushed, Telemachus’ voice ringing in your ears. His voice was misty and angelic. You resumed walking around, now with a flushed expression and swirling thoughts.

Where was he, anyway? You rolled your eyes at his disappearance. Walking around, the thoughts you never had time to rethink came into mind, and you pondered each of them. You hummed a song you had heard one of the friendly suitors play on the lyre.

The morning shifted to afternoon, and it was getting late. The peaceful day had soothed your thoughts. You were making your way back to the grand hall when a familiar figure stood in your way. Telemachus. Your breath instantly caught, words leaving in his presence.

“Y/N?” He sighed, voice grating, as if he hadn’t rested properly. “Yes, Telemachus?” You phrased. “I-I.. have to show you something..” he whispered.

Before you had time to acknowledge what happened, you were being dragged through the garden you were in earlier. Telemachus guided you both to the willow tree you first met. As you both accessed, you recognized the similar atmosphere. The sunset gleaming through the cracks of the leaves, the wind caressing your skin. It was like you traveled back in time to the exact same moment.

“I can’t do this anymore.” He blurted, shattering the silence. “Do what?” You queried. “Pretend to be in this fake relationship when I want to be in a real one. With you.” You went blank. It seemed so perfect. The way time stopped. The plead in his eyes.

You said the only thing that came to mind, being terrified if it could destroy everything: “Y-You like.. me?” He looked away, avoiding your gaze. His only response was a small and flustered nod. A red blush crawled up your neck and stayed on your cheeks. Even after it subsided to a rosy red, your heart still thumped immensely.

You took his chin with gentle touch, forcing his stare to meet yours. “I should rephrase that.. do you like me back?” Once the words sunk in, he looked up into your eyes. “Back?” He rephrased, eyes widening as the words settled in. You softly smiled and nodded.

Telemachus rested his forehead on yours, wrapping his arms around your waist. You let your arms relax on his shoulders. “My Y/N..” he breathed. You sneered.