#fatal-thoughts

As much as you wanted to continue your duties as usual, they never failed to hinder your responsibilities.

You were heading toward the palace dining room. Though it was the last place you wanted to go, you had to pass through it to reach the kitchen to prepare something for the queen—who also refused to set foot in there.

So far, so good, until you stepped into the hallway. The once loud and distracted suitors were now eyeing you.

You swallowed nervously, the lump in your throat growing, but continued forward, treading slowly so as not to attract more attention than you already had.

You made it to the end of the hall, believing you were safe, until you felt someone grab your wrist and pull so hard you almost lost your balance. You looked up and saw one of the queen’s most persistent suitors: Antinous.

The man had a proud smirk on his face as he looked down at you, still holding onto your wrist. He’d made multiple attempts to converse with you, all of which you declined, so you weren’t entirely surprised that he’d resorted to these measures.

"Ah, well, if it isn’t the lovely slave herself.”

That pissed you off.

You knew you couldn’t do anything about it, but if you could, you’d have slapped him by now. Instead, you jerked your arm away from him.

But that didn’t stop him. He grabbed you again, this time by the arm, with a much tighter and more painful grip, making you gasp in pain.

“Whoa now, where do you think you’re going? You don’t think you can just run off that easily, do you?” he taunted, leaning closer to your neck, his voice low.

“We want the queen, and since she’s unavailable, I guess we’ll have to settle for you.”

You glanced behind you, noticing all the men in the hall staring at you with intense gazes filled with hunger, desire, and thirst.

Frightened, you hurriedly tried to break free from Antinous’s grip. He chuckled softly, holding you tighter and pulling you closer. You struggled with all your strength until, finally, he let go. But it wasn’t because of your effort.

His gaze had shifted—he was no longer looking at you, but at something, or someone, else.

Backing away from him, you looked behind him and saw none other than the queen’s son, Telemachus.

He was gripping his sword, pointing it at Antinous.

“Leave her alone.”

You were surprised, to say the least. You and Telemachus had never really spoken. He usually avoided you whenever he ran into you.

You never understood why. Every time you saw him, he’d dash away like a startled deer.

But now, here he was, standing in front of you, holding a sword to one of the suitor’s neck.

Antinous raised his hands sarcastically, a smug grin on his face as he glanced between Telemachus and you.

“Alright, I’ll leave her be, little wolf.”

He walked past you, but as he did, he whispered, “Don’t think I’m done with you yet, slave.”

You recoiled instantly as he let out a shameless laugh.

You and Telemachus watched him walk away, and then you quickly exited the dining hall.

Catching your breath, you adjusted your hair and robes, trying to calm yourself. No suitor had ever approached you with such aggression before, and now Antinous had gone to these lengths? It was terrifying.

Your thoughts were interrupted when you realized Telemachus was still standing in front of you, staring at you like a deer caught by a hunter.

You raised a brow, confused. Did he see something?

“My prince, are you… alright?” you asked, still somewhat shaken. After all, he did just save you. Maybe he was in shock?

“Shit, shit, shit, shit—” was what was running through Telemachus’s mind as he stood there.

He hadn’t really thought he’d get this far. All he saw was you in danger, and his instincts had taken over.

But now that he had actually saved you, talking to you afterward wasn’t part of the plan—if he even had a plan.

He was practically begging the gods that you wouldn’t notice the inconvenient pink hue on his cheeks because that would only make things worse.

He had gone to such lengths to avoid you, to ignore you, to ward you off—foolish attempts, all of them—and now here you were, standing right in front of him.

He waited for you to tell him that you knew. Knew he admired you, probably too much.

His lips quivered slightly as he stared at you, unable to stop himself. Come to think of it, he’d never noticed how beautiful you were up close. The shape of your nose, how perfectly it fit your face. The look in your eyes, with the soft tint of color. And your lips, how pretty they looked, even when they smiled just a little.

“Fuck, I’m staring,” he muttered under his breath, snapping out of his trance.

Which you definitely heard.

You tilted your head slightly. Was he okay? Had Antinous done something to him?

No, he was just a nervous wreck because his childhood crush was standing right in front of him, and he was so not prepared.

If Athena was watching him right now, this was definitely not a battle she had prepared him for.

With a silent, desperate cry, he cleared his throat, trying to make the situation less embarrassing than it already was.

“I-I’m fine. How are you?”

…

Seriously? THAT’S the best you could do?

He stared at the ground, trying to mask his shame. Maybe if he couldn’t see you, you couldn’t see him either, right? Zeus might as well strike him down with lightning.

He was about to punch himself when he heard something.

You were… laughing?

He looked up to see you covering your mouth, short giggles escaping your lips.

Was it bad that he found them so pretty?

Eventually, you calmed down.

“Thank you, my prince, for saving me back there. Truthfully, I wouldn’t know what to do if you hadn’t come to my aid. So, thank you.”

You bowed your head, expressing your gratitude.

“How can I repay you, my princ—”

“N-No! It’s fine, please! I don’t need anything. You’re safe, that’s all that matters. I wouldn’t want anything bad happening to you, so just…”

And now he was rambling.

Nice going, Telemachus. Might as well confess to her right here and now, right? Just go for it!

Before he could continue his spiral, both of you noticed a familiar silhouette approaching. As she got closer, you immediately recognized her.

And she did not seem pleased.

“Queen Penelope! Forgive me, I was delayed on my way to the kitchen. I’ll quickly fetch your meal as you requested—”

“No, it’s alright, Y/n. You are not the one I am concerned with.”

Her gaze shifted sharply to Telemachus, her eyes almost piercing through him.

The boy’s soul nearly escaped his body when he saw the way his mother looked at him.

“Son, come with me.” Penelope turned and walked away without another word.

Telemachus glanced back at you, taking in your beautiful presence one last time.

“I…”

“Quickly, Telemachus.”

If there was one thing he didn’t want to do, it was anger his mother. He feared her more than any god.

“I’lltalktoyoulaterbye!” he blurted out as he hurried to catch up with her.

That… was something. For a first impression, it wasn’t that bad, right?

Right?

Ah, shit.

He followed Penelope as they walked through the halls, still unsure of where they were headed, but he kept his pace with her.

Eventually, they reached the palace garden. A place where Penelope liked to unwind, where Telemachus often rested, and where you, conveniently, loved to work.

The queen sat beside the marble fountain, and Telemachus followed suit. A comfortable silence fell between them as they enjoyed the peaceful moment. It had been some time since they’d spent time together, and both of them treasured even the smallest moments.

“You like her, don’t you, son?”

…

Wait… WHAT?

“Good, I always knew you had the eyes for her. Honestly, son, I was just waiting for you to tell me! I always wondered why you’d often avoid Y/n, she is always so sweet and kind—mostly the reason why I favour her so much. Then I realised that's why you were avoiding her. You liked her! How adorable.”

Telemachus took a few good seconds (or more) to process his mother’s words.

Seriously? She KNEW?

And she didn’t SAY ANYTHING?

Well shit, he didn’t know he was that obvious. She could’ve spared him the embarrassment on that one but alright.

“Mom, you knew? This entire time? You KNEW?”

Telemachus asked, standing up and going through a crisis right in front of his mother. Penelope nodded with a sweet smile on her blissful face.

“Why did you not say anything?”

“I wanted to see for myself of course. And the way you spoke to Y/n earlier just proved it.”

Fuuuck he was so AWKWARD WHEN HE SPOKE TO Y/N.

Athena can turn back time, right? She's a goddess so she’s definitely capable of that right? Or maybe he can make a deal with another god just so that Y/n can forget that Telemachus ever existed.

God, he wanted to pass out so badly!!

“It’s alright son, Y/n is more than suitable to be your partner! Speaking of which, look at how beautiful the roses have blossomed this day. You sure chose a lovely girl to court, do you think this is her favourite flower? Or Is it daisies? ”

Penelope sounded so blissfully unaware as she put her hands together, excited with the idea of Telemachus and Y/n together.

“Mom! Please! I’m not even able to speak to her in complete sentences yet! Let alone be her partner right now! Y/n is…”

“Yes, my prince?”

A serene voice called out.

Telemachus froze like ice. 

His mother on the other hand immediately got up on her feet as she approached the voice.

“Y/n! Just in time, my dear. We were just talking about you.”

…Shit.

Having heard your name be called out from a distance, you decided to see where all the commotion was coming from. Soon enough, you found yourself being approached by the Queen and a very… conflicted looking Telemachus.

Did he tell his mother about what happened earlier? Is he still nervous? Why did he look so… red?

Your thoughts were put on hold as you saw Queen Penelope in front of you.

“Did you need anything, my Queen?”

You asked her, her gaze mischievously shifting from you to Telemachus for a split second.

“My son and I were just speaking of your beautiful work in the garden, my dear. You’ve outdone yourself Y/n.”

Telemachus nodded in agreement, an offputting smile on his lips and a pink hue returning to his cheeks and migrating into his ears, which he tried to hide under his hair. 

It was no surprise the flowers you grew were quite a wonderful bunch. Your father used to be the palace gardener and in his spare time, he’d teach you all of his tricks on how to take care of flowers of all kinds. And since his retirement, you unsurprisingly took over.

Hearing the Queen’s praise warmed your heart.

“In fact, you have done so well that Telemachus would love to thank you with a quaint little dinner with him! A lovely exchange isn’t it?”

A dinner? With the prince? How sweet of him, perhaps he does like you a little bit. It doesn’t explain why he’s looking at Queen Penelope in disbelief like she just betrayed him.

Because she did.

He just said that he still couldn’t talk to her in coherent sentences.

And she sets him up with her, on a date, alone, just the two of them.

This is it, he couldn’t believe it.

His mother, his own mother, wants to kill him.

There was no other explanation as to why she would EVER suggest this.

Except if she wanted to actually kill him.

“Telemachus!”

Penelope called out to him, snapping him out of his daze. He fixes from looking at her back to you, with a genuine little smile at him.

“It’s settled then, yes? You will mar—I mean, dine with Y/n tonight correct?”

The boy managed to let out an awkward and voice-cracked “Yes’.

Penelope couldn’t hide her smile at the two as she put her hands on your shoulders.

“Wonderful, You’d be a delightful daughter-in-law!”

You quickly turn your head towards her, daughter-in-law. Is she ensuing…

Meanwhile, Telemachus was for sure about to give in on his own knees.

“I mean—oh well, we shall prepare for your upcoming date now. Come along Telemachus! We have much to discuss! As for you, Y/n, I shall have a tailor for your clothes shortly. We have a special dinner to prepare!”

Penelope moves with a quick pace, dragging Telemachus by his arm which was soon to break from her force.

“AH! Mom! I almost tripped!”

“One must endure slight pain when they are in love, my son.”

“I could’ve gone limp!”

“Same thing, Telemachus. Come along now! We have much to discuss.”

It was a bit confusing, but nonetheless, the exchange brought a sweet smile to your face.

Perhaps Telemachus is a sweetheart.

Sorry if it was a bit rushed, I wanted to work on other one-shots for a bit.

(Aka I'm writing a dark romance Antinous x Reader one-shot since that man has been in my head for so long now and I need to feed my delusions)

Don't expect a part 3 to this btw, I have other fics to write.

(Like the Antinous one, I swear please just let me get this one-shot out PLEASE)

Anyway, hope you liked this one.

With a flick of his fingers, he sent a breeze spinning into a nearby flock of seagulls, just to hear them squawk.

“Not a single cursed map,” he grumbled. “No monsters. No sirens. No ancient grudges to carry in my pocket like candy.”

Odysseus was supposed to be his favorite little mortal disaster—constantly getting lost, calling for divine intervention, needing clever ideas whispered into his dreams. Now? He was… gardening. GARDENING.

Hermes made a gagging noise and twirled in the air, trying to distract himself. “Maybe I should start a war,” he muttered, pulling a golden drachma from nowhere and flipping it. “Heads, I throw Hephaestus’s tools into the sea. Tails, I—”

A flash of green shimmered below, nestled in the folds of a quiet grove by a crystal spring.

Hermes blinked.

Then blinked again.

Then immediately stopped midair, wings flaring, sandals skidding against invisible sky.

“Oh,” he breathed. “What… do we have here?”

You were just doing what nymphs do best: existing gorgeously among nature. Draped in ivy and laughter, you sat on a moss-covered stone beside the spring, humming a tune that only the wind and frogs could understand.

You hadn’t expected a god to drop from the sky. Certainly not with an audible oooh of appreciation, and definitely not with hair tousled like a golden storm and a smirk that practically twinkled.

“Hello, hello, hello darling~,” Hermes said as he landed—well, more like posed dramatically—on a nearby rock. “Tell me, do you always sparkle like that, or is today special because I’ve finally lost my mind?”

You blinked at him slowly, like a deer assessing the threat of an unusually attractive peacock. “You’re Hermes.”

“Correct!” He pointed both fingers at you, then immediately picked a flower and tucked it behind your ear. “God of travellers, thieves, charming banter, and currently: desperate gods with way too much free time.”

You arched a brow. “Shouldn’t you be... delivering messages?”

“Everyone’s either dead, immortal, or finally settled down.” He flopped beside you, chin in hand. “Honestly, I might start writing poetry out of sheer loneliness.”

You stifled a laugh, which of course made him lean closer, eyes bright like summer storms. “Are you laughing at me or with me? Because either way, I’ll allow it.”

“And what do you want from me, messenger god?” you asked, voice light as wind-chimes.

“Entertainment. Distraction. Possibly your undivided attention for, say, the next eternity?” Hermes grinned, wings flicking playfully. “You’re too beautiful to be left here all alone in the forest. It’s practically criminal. And trust me—I would know.”

You gave him a side-glance. “Aren’t you supposed to be fast?”

“Not when I don’t want to leave,” he said, suddenly softer. “Besides, maybe for once I’ve found something worth slowing down for.”

You rolled your eyes, but your smile betrayed you. And when you rose, leading him deeper into your grove with nothing but a glance and a flick of your fingers, Hermes followed like a moth to flame.

Later, the frogs swore they saw a god giggling like a fool, dancing barefoot in the dew, and kissing a nymph as though the world might end before morning.

Tails, he spends the night with you~

Hope you liked that.

I've also been noticing some people want another part of A Lovely Exchange...

Determined as always in his desires, and not taking a no for an answer is his style after all.

So when you approached him with a pitcher in hand, with a polite little smile on your lips as you asked him; “Wine?”

He just couldn’t pass up the opportunity.

“Sure, if it’s coming from you…”

You felt a sudden caress on your hips, rough fingertips tracing your skin making you shudder.

His sharp eyes look up at you, showing you the clear sight of infatuation in them.

“I’d like another drink.”

You nod your head, carefully pouring the wine into his glass. As you lightly bend down more, the pitcher half empty as you fill more of his cup, the more you can feel his eyes on you. 

You couldn’t help but wonder why, you weren’t dense you could always sense the suitor’s eyes on you but you never really understood why.

Antinous was staring at your body as you leaned even a little bit closer to him.

His eyes undressed you in his mind, removing the scarf around your neck, pulling your robes off your shoulders, and even stripping the sash covering your chest, going down to your hips and waist.

He wanted to see you bare so badly.

He licks his lips as you pull away from him, already having filled his glass of wine.

You put on one last smile as you walk away from him. You notice the pitcher is empty, so with a steady pace, you make your way to get more wine.

Up until you felt something tugging your waist, you looked down and noticed your sash wrapped around your waist and being pulled from somewhere.

Assuming your sash just got stuck somewhere, you look back at where it was leading.

Then you see Antinous, holding the sash in his hand with a smug smirk.

“Where are you going, little lamb?” 

His voice was low, you looked around in a cold sweat, noticing all eyes were on you two.

What was he doing? What’s he planning? And why is he… smiling…?

He lets out a chuckle, showing his sharp fangs that make goosebumps prickle along your skin.

“I’m refilling the wine, sir, have you finished yours already?”

“Not quite.”

Suddenly, he starts pulling your sash, dragging you along with it. Surprised, you gasp and try pulling away, only to be stopped as he keeps your sash in his hands, leaving your waist trapped under his grip, he pulls you closer to him, his body inches away from yours.

How could you get out of this situation without making a scene?

Queen Penelope would be furious…

Antinous kept you in his grasp for a second longer, you looked back at him—eyes layered with fear and disarray. ‘What’s he trying to do?’ you wondered.

And then you saw him bite his lip as you felt a finger slide down your spine. 

You felt another hand feel up your waist, going up to your chest little by little.

“Hm, my men are right. You are prettier up close…”

Startled by this, you pull your sash away from him, freeing yourself. He only lets out an amused laugh as you do so as if he is enjoying this.

And he was.

Ever since he focused all his attention on the queen he never really got the time to have fun anymore, time to please himself, or time to pleasure himself.

And now he has a toy to play with, a prey to hunt, a lamb to devour.

It excited him. 

Send me suggestions and ideas if u want me to continue this (mainly threats, I wanna laugh and feel concerned)

And God, you felt horrible.

You felt so horrible for feeling so tempted.

Katsuki knew what he was doing to you. He knows he's so dangerously close to pushing you off the edge and into his arms.

You kept looking at Kiri, feeling so sick knowing how you feel for his own bestfriend. You love Kiri, you really do, and he knows it.

He's the sweetest thing to ever come into your life and you could never be more grateful to have him in your life. And he feels the same about you.

God, it feels fucked. It feels so fucked to know you're starting to crave Katsuki more day by day.

But fuck, did he want you so badly.

But you know better than that, you know better than to give in to his twisted desires. So you started pushing him away more often, not giving him the chance to even touch you anymore.

But it pissed him off. It pissed him off because he knew you wanted this just as much as he did.

So when you pushed him away for the last time, he grabbed you by your wrist and held them still behind you.

You gasped, feeling his grip on you tighten each time you try to break free.

"C'mon, Y/n... What's the point, huh?"

He leans down to your neck, using his free hand to slowly pull down the collar of your shirt.

"I know you fucking want this just as much as i do."

His hand traces your waist up to your shoulder. You could feel his hot breath on your neck, so close that you could practically feel his lips brush against you and fuck, it drove you insane.

He suddenly kisses your neck, sending alarms in your brain to stop. To tell him to stop, this is wrong. You have a boyfriend! Not to mention his bestfriend!

"But... But Katsuki-"

"I won't tell."

He says after he kisses your neck,

"And you won't either... will you, Y/n?"

Your breath gets caught in your throat. Exactly, you won't tell anyone, will you?

After all, what Kiri doesn't know won't kill him right?

Atleast that's what you thought.

Katsuki managed to leave bold hickeys on your neck, and fuck, did you love every single one. He let's go of your wrist, knowing you wouldn't push him away this time.

He wraps his hands around your body, feeling every single possible inch of you. When you face him, he spent no spare moment pulling you in for a kiss.

A kiss that shouldn't have happened.

You shouldn't do this.

This is wrong.

You know it is.

But by god, did he kiss you so damn good.

He pulled you in deeper, slipping his tongue inside your mouth. He let's out a low growl as he feels your lips on his.

He wanted you so badly, he needed you for so long now. Fuck the system. He doesn't care if it's wrong. He just knew he needed you.

And damn it is he gonna have you.

He removed his jacket, prying it off him as he need to fucking savor this with you.

He was just about to remove your shirt until..

"Y/n!"

You heard your boyfriend call you from the other room.

You panicked, just about to leave till Katsuki grabs your arm.

"Where the hell do you think you're going?"

You look at him in disbelief. What did he just say?"

"Katsuki! Let me go, I have to get to Kiri before he-"

"No."

He pulls you back to his chest. Without any hesitation or fear of getting caught whatsoever.

"You are not gonna leave me here for that shitty-hair."

He leans down to your face, whispering with that shit eating grin of his and those eyes that spoke so much more than what he'd say.

"We are finishing what we started. And we're not stopping till we're done."

You almost couldn't believe what he was saying. You looked at the door, knowing your boyfriend could easily just burst in and see you and Katsuki.

"Y/n, baby! Where are you?"

As you were about to head towards the door, Katsuki pins you to the wall. His thigh going in between your legs, stopping you from trying to escape.

You covered your mouth from letting out a moan as he grinds his thigh up to your sensitive spot.

Katsuki, the sadistic bastard he is, leans down and whispers to you.

"Tell him you're busy."

You hesitate, in one hand you really fucking want this with Katsuki. But your poor boyfriend...

Suddenly, Katsuki puts his hand in between your legs, feeling you there as if it was his to ever touch.

You've never surpressed a moan so hardly.

"Wanna tell him or should i?"

Meanwhile, Kirishima heard everything. He knew you and Katsuki were in there. But he wanted to see if you'd say no.

But poor Kiri, his heart was broken. So, so broken.

He couldn't believe you two would do that to him.

But all of his anger was mostly towards Bakugo. He was his bestfriend goddammit! How could he? How could he do this to him?

But Kiri gave you one last chance. In this moment, would you tell him the truth? Or would you lie to him?

One chance.

"Baby! C'mon, what are you doing in there?"

Katsuki looks at the door then at at you, waiting for your answer. His hand still touching you there.

"C'mon, Y/n, tell him.."

(So what will it be? Will you tell him the truth? Or break his heart and lie?)

(Since you guys lied the first one so much, i thought to make a part 2. Definitely will have a part three depending on what you guys think.)

(It's 12am midnight right now, so expect that to be the time where i'd typically write/post. And again, apologies for any typos.)

(I'm new to this whole tumblr post thing so getting that much likes at my first post definitely shocked me.)

Save for the fact that Kirishima definitely has moments where he doesn't think of you as just a friend.

Little did you know just how your best friend thought of you.

The many times he looked at your back and imagined it bent over a table.

The many times he pumped his cock in his hand, imagining it was your tight wet pussy he was fucking into.

Little did you know just how far it drove him when you went to his house with nothing but a large shirt and some shorts.

God, he wanted to fuck you then and there.

It was almost like you knew exactly what you were doing to him, Kiri did his best to hide his emotions but he could only do so much—especially when you kept teasing him with your subtle, oblivious touches.

You were poking fun at his large muscular body, saying how he can compare his biceps to chicken drumsticks and all he can think about was your hand squeezing his arm.

How you were lightly tracing circles on his bicep so innocently, did you really not know what you were doing to him?

As you leaned closer to him, you could almost hear the soft groan he let out when he felt your thighs touching his.

You were rambling on and on about some video you saw on TikTok and you didn't realize that you were practically edging Eijirou with your voice.

It made him wonder what your moans would sound like, high-pitched? Soft and whiny? Low and quiet?

His delusions are cut short once he realizes you're snapping your fingers at him, trying to get his attention. "Eiji, are you even listening to me?" You say as you wave your hand at him, pulling back his focus.

"Yeah! Yeah, I am." He says, trying to desperately hide the desperation in his voice. He adjusted himself on the couch, trying to relax as you were basically right up against him

No matter how hard he reminded himself that he shouldn't be thinking about this of you, his best friend, he couldn't control it.

It didn't help how comfortable you were around him, always having a hand on his body, always having your legs over his when you'd sit next to each other.

'Fuck... Fuck, fuck, fuck...' Kiri thought as he felt your arm around him, resting your head on his chest.

You were so fucking close...

He felt his face grow hot when he noticed your leg plopped right on top of his.

God, your thighs. Your fucking thighs...

It didn't take long for you to notice just how red his face was becoming, so red it put his hair to shame.

"Hey, Eiji. You... okay?" You ask him, raising your head from his chest to look at him making Kiri's heartbeat spike.

"You know you can talk to me."

"Y-Yeah! No, I'm fine Y/n, I swear!" He puts on his cute sharp-toothed grin, bringing a smile to your face as you take him by his word, relaxing once again on his chest.

He managed to calm himself down, pushing his thoughts away—for now. He relaxes in your warmth, getting that comfortable feeling between the two of you back.

You and Eijirou were inseparable, best friends, and he wouldn't change that for the world. He has to remind himself that that is all you two will ever be.

Even if his thoughts of you made it harder to remember you're just friends.

Right?

A/n: Idk, I kinda wanna write a part two to this. That's for later though, I have other ideas I wanna write first. But what do you think?