SFW

DATING

- He's mostly shy when you compliment him, when you say "You're so handsome" he'll immediately blush like a school girl, and waving his hands saying "pfft- I may be but you're more handsome-!"

- Telemachus is always the type to do anything you want when you tell him to.

- He wouldn't soften up and practically melt when you hold his face and praise him.

- His first gift to you was a whole bouquet of different flowers from the palace's garden. Penelope wasn't so happy when she saw the bushes looked like it was demolished.

- He's best at comforting you when you had a bad day

- This boy loves his cuddles. Especially after a long day of training with Athena or having to put up with the bullshit the suitors had, he always felt everything was amazing after being in your arms.

- He is a begger, when he wants something or accidentally makes you mad, he's practically go on his knees begging for forgiveness.

- "My love" "Flower" and "Teddy bear" was his go to pet names for you.

- He loved calling you flower because he said you smelled nice like a flower.

- Call's you teddy bear during your cuddle sessions.

- Telemachus loves it when you join him with his training. You're the only person he told you about Athena, and he trains even better in front of you just to impress you.

- Loves to skeem through the jewelry with you, and once he see's your eyes sparkle on one of the jewelries, he immediately tries to buy it for you.

- Buys you flowers every week or two, and he loves seeing that you display them in vases in your room when he visited one time.

ORIGIN AND CONFESSIONS

- When Telemachus and you met near the palace, he was really jumpy because he finally talked to a girl his age.

- Telemachus and you always met up at the front of the palace or near the bush of roses in the nearby forest next to the palace.

- When he realized he like you, he tried his best to stay put and not come off as being pussy when he's giving subtle signs.

- He'd invite you to watch the sunset on the sea side, play in the water with you, let you lay your hand on his lap whenever you two were at the forest, so when you call him just your best friend one time, he went home and bawled his eyes out.

- He confessed to you with a gold bracelet that his mother gave him to give you. Yet he had the audacity to say, "Sorry if its not much-"

NSFW

- Loud whines

- He can't control his noises if his life depends on it, every single kiss you plant or move you make, makes him whine like a bitch.

- His spanks hurt though, him being trained to fight, he sometimes doesn't think if it hurts too much or not. But immediately regrets it when you cry in pain instead of pleasure.

- He can be a switch, and absolutely destroys you if he's pissed or had a bad day to relieve some stress. One day, he'd be begging you to have mercy, next day, he's plunging himself inside of you with such ecstasy. It's really just based on his emotions.

- Mostly he's a bottom, practically praising you with every movement you do.

- He just stares at you with hooded heart eyes while he bites his lip, staring as his dick disappeared inside of you.

- Tit's guy, but he's always tuso polite with them, scared he might hurt you.

- "Am I squeezing too hard?" He always whispered whenever he squeezes your breasts.

- His fingers are a work of art inside of you, he can make you squirt in just 30 seconds with his fingering you aggressively. Mostly fingers you when he doesn't have a chance to fuck you.

- The Best With Aftercare.

- Like I mean best, every single need and want you request, he immediately does it. Would give you baths and clean you up, even changes the sheets of his bed so he can lay you down comfortably.

- MUNCHER.

- He's devours your pussy like it's the last meal on earth when you let him eat you out. And eat you out he does, since he loves how your orgasm tastes.

- He's sometimes get a bit too excited that he hold your thighs wide open till his pushed a bit too much that it hurts to stretch open. Again, he doesn't think that he might be hurting you too much unless it shows.

- There was one time his mother was gone, and one of the suitors started to flirt with you. And as revenge, Telemachus fucked you so hard you were moaning his name around the castle for the suitors to hear.

- Doesn't degrade you, but will do if you asked. Yet he still feels guilty for calling you those names.

- He loves when you use a leather leash on him, just brings a bit more arousal for him.

- "Please, a bit more.." He begs when you stop mid way, his eyes hooded as he waits for you to continue.

Telemachus later finds himself in a quiet grove, the profusion of green leaves serves as a natural roof from the sun's shine—deliberately making the scene cool toned due to cast of shadows with few sunlight poking through the cracks.

The young prince looked around the grove as his footsteps brought him to a large apple tree, "These are probably the reddest apples i've ever seen" He commented inaudibly, a quiet chortle followed.

Telemachus ran his palms through the rough texture of the trunk—as he slowly descended to take a seat on the grass with his back settled on the tree's trunk.

This is nice

He thought as he tried to put his mind at ease, for such a pretty apple tree—he was suprised that no more people had taken the fruits, it was quite silent for—

"Oh no!" A voice interrupted the said silence—before Telemachus could react of the voice, a hard small like object fell above—landing at the Prince's head. "Ow!" Telemachus yelped at the sudden hit as he unwittingly caught the said object on his right hand with his left rubbing his head.

He blinked his eyes open to see what he was holding—to see a red apple. Telemachus then looked up to the tree just to see a hooded figure on a branch high up. "I'm sorry!" You yelled through the branches.

"My apologies there! My basket seemed to have filled up already" You added as Telemachus saw that you started to climb down the tree.

Telemachus saw that you were approaching the ground with such grace, it’s as though descending requires no effort at all—despite that, the swift jumping made the prince worry.

"U-uh it's no worries but hey,, you should be careful climbing down, You could-"

Before he could have finished his statement, you had landed on the last branch which was also just above Telemachus's head to the right.

That's where the prince got a good look at your features, Just like him with a hood trailing down your figure but in this angle he could see your face more clearly.

The person turns out to be a young woman who looks around his age, Your eyes were the first thing he noticed—as if they carried kindness in every glance—Your hair fell around your face in a lovely kind of mess, swaying with every breeze of the wind. Telemachus's gaze lowered just below to catch a glimpse of your lips, and back to your eyes.

You tilted your head to the side, as you blinked at the male. Telemachus blinked back, realizing he'd been staring at you for too long.

"Did it hit your head hard? I'm really sorry about that again" You asked with concern.

"Oh- you mean the apple? I'm alright" Telemachus replied edgy.

"Hmm" The young woman hummed as Telemachus bit the inside of his cheek as an awkward silence followed.

Without a warning you suddenly raised your hand to feel the top of Telemachus's head.

This caused the prince of Ithaca's eyes to widen—taken back by your sudden boldness.

"E-excuse me—? What are you-"

"Your hair is really soft, I don't think a falling apple at such a height would land gently on your head especially with hair as soft as yours" You cut him off.

Telemachus was taken back at your bluntness, a blush spread at his cheeks while you kept unfazed as if you didn't just compliment him twice.

"It's fine really.. What are you even doing up there anyways?" The male asked as your hand slowly left his head while he held out the apple he had caught.

You didn't say anything and stared at the apple and back to Telemachus—instead you revealed a basket filled with rich red apples from your cloth—giving your answer.

He gave a surprise blink.

You started to get down from the branch you were sitting in—jumping down and landing gracefully beside the prince. Upon standing next to him, the height difference was inversed, now the male was towering between you as he looked slightly down at your height—seeing this made you smile cheeky with your eyes closed.

Your smiling image made a subtle flutter in Telemachus heart. "I'm (name)" You introduced with a warm smile. "I saw the apple tree from afar away and I can't help but take some" You said.

"Yeah.. it's quite an apple" Telemachus said awkwardly—rubbing his nape, he took a peek at you and almost instantly regretted it—

Your smile was adorable in the eyes of the prince, the way your words were coated with a gentle voice, your subtle chuckle that filled the place, The young male felt his stomach fill with those classic butterflies—just like the ones described in romance novels or the tales of his parent's love told by his mother.

"Are you from around here?" Your question caused the prince to look at you dumbfounded—thinking you were joking but when he saw the genuine and innocence that followed, he thought of a conclusion.

"Uh- yeah! I am, are you..?" He stuttered.

You let out a chortle, "No I'm not" You answered turning to the side. "Oh.." Telemachus mumbled looking towards your side profile which deliberately caused his blush to hue again.

Now that you mentioned it, you did look outlandish, foreign. There was a subtle difference between the Ithaca women he had met and your features.

"So what brings you here in the forest? uhh I didn't catch your name" You asked

Your question made Telemachus also realize—since you're not from here, you probably don't recognize or know his status. The idea made his lips crack a smile knowing that he was just a stranger to you, someone new and a chance to be himself and not a title derived from his father.

"Telemachus" He introduced.

He was Telemachus at this moment, not the prince of Ithaca or the Son of the legendary Odysseus. He was just Telemachus.

"That's a very pretty name, Telemachus"

The way you said it—slow, deliberate—made him pause.

No one had ever said his name like that before. It didn’t sound like a title, or a legacy, or a burden. Just... his name.

He glanced at you, a faint smile tugging at the edge of his lips. “You say it like it means something good.” He laughs.

"Your name means far and battle, sounds pretty impressive, don't you think?" You commented, turning your heel towards the male, leaning dangerously close to his presence.

You glanced down at the apple he was holding since earlier, plastered in his palm without a single scratch. An unreadable grin formed your lips as your gaze went to his own. "You caught it" You said.

Telemachus looked where you were referring to and saw you were talking about the apple in his hand. "Oh yeah! Do you want it back?" He asked naively.

You leaned back to your feet as you gave him a look with a closed mouth, this made telemachus tilt his head—confused at your lack of reply and silence. Exchanging looks at the apple and back to what you just said.

It took some time and a few chuckles from you and slowly Telemachus started to get the hint.

"Oh- yeah! I didn't mean to- not that I...!"

"Well, to be fair, I didn't technically throw it either" You cut him off, turning away from the prince at a slow pace with your hands holding the basket behind your back.

"The fruits in Ithaca taste so much fresher—are there other fruit trees around here too?” You changed the subject but your smile from the previous topic didn't change. "Huh?" The prince stuttered quite dazed from the change of topic.

You only chuckled with your lips closed, your eyes turned away from Telemachus to watch the passing wind blow away and it seemed that the wind god guided your eyes—as you caught a glimpse of another fruit tree in the distance.

The scene immediately lit up your eyes with excitement as you shot your gaze back to the prince who tried to follow what you were looking at.

"It looks like a.. peach tree? no, I think it's a cherry-" He tried to take a guess but was interrupted, "Who cares! Come on!" Your voice bolted with excitement.

Without another second, you took Telemachus’s hand and took off running—dragging the unprepared boy along at your pace. You laughed when he nearly stumbled, fumbling over his words as he questioned what was happening. You didn’t answer right away. Instead, you glanced back at him with a playful, one-eyed smile.

“Don’t worry about it! Just follow me! I’ll even teach you how to climb a tree!” you called out cheerfully.

"W-what!? I know how to climb a tree!"

"How about getting down from the tree!" Your reply made him shut his mouth—almost pouting, which made you laugh louder.

You turned your attention forward just as the wind swept through, pulling your hood from your head. Your hair spilled free, a few strands dancing with the breeze. Laughter lingered on your lips—warm and easy, like sunlight streaming through the trees.

Behind you, Telemachus muttered something under his breath, half to himself, questioning how he’d ended up in this situation: being pulled along by a girl he’d only just met, her smile the warmest thing he’d seen all day, dragging him off to pick fruit.

And yet, despite it all, his hand stayed in yours—tight, steady, maybe even a little reluctant to let go.

This wasn’t how he thought his day would go.

But he wasn’t complaining.

When you finally slowed down, your breath was heavy but your grin never left your lips, you led him beneath a tall tree with branches thick and sprawling.

"The peach tree is there" Telemachus said looking at the said tree is, "I told you that I'll teach you how to climb a tree did I? Peach trees are too fragile for climbing" You said letting go of his hand to go closer to the tall tree—the sudden absence of your touch made him turn his head back to you. "Besides there's an even cooler thing waiting above this tree" you added before dropping down your basket of apples on the grass.

"Better than a basket full of peaches?" Telemachus laughs at his own joke.

"Hmm.... Maybe? You decide" You said in an elusive tone, at that—you started to climb the tree in ease, reaching the first branch and taking a seat on it, "Come on!" You encourage the lean boy with a smile.

Telemachus looked up to check the height of the tree and deliberately gulped but then landed his eyes on your waiting figure—your feet swinging off the branch, signaling the boy to follow with your hands. Who was he to deny an invite from such a girl?

Letting out a sigh as he hesitantly started climbing. "Don't let the fear get to you!" You yelled as you saw him hesitant.

When later you saw that he was getting the hang of it, you smiled at him like a proud mother before also continuing climbing high up—checking up from time to time at Telemachus.

The tree's branches were strong and sturdy enough to console Telemachus from worrying too much—with addition of your words of encouragement.

"Come on! Come on!"

"It will be worth it! I promise!"

"Careful there!"

"Watch out for thorns or sharp parts kay?"

It seems though that the prince didn't really take your last comment deeply because he was more focused on catching up to you—so when he grabbed another branch to lift himself up, he felt a sharp part that really pierced. "Ah!" He yelled as he dragged his hand but that just made him scratch his palm into the sharp part more.

The sudden addition of pain made him react defiantly as he let go—shutting his eyes, expecting what was next...

But then a hand grabbed his wrist swiftly—catching the prince just in time, he opened his eyes to see you—worry tinted your iris but quickly faded away when you came into contact with his eyes. "Got you!" You called out

Telemachus cracked a smile but was also embarrassed cause he almost fell to his death.

You helped him up towards the branch you were in, taking the hand that was affected in both of your hands. "You're hurt" you stated as you gently exclaimed the open wound.

"Yeah.. but not really it's just a scratch-"

"You're still hurt" You cut him off, placing his hand at your lap and digging in your cape for something. "It doesn't hurt that much" He said, you should see the state he would be whenever the suitors pick up a fight on him

"Wounds are tended not ignored" You stated as you brought out a roll of bandage.

"That isn't really necessary, I can just-"

"I refuse, I don't want it to get an infection" You fought back leaning closer for dominance which made the male back up slightly—blushing.

"I-its fine-"

“Please let me, Telemachus,” you said, your voice laced with worry.

Telemachus blinked, his eyes widening as he studied your face—the way your brows curved with concern, the subtle pout pulling at your lips. Your grip on his hand had tightened, firm but quiet, yet still warm and gentle.

The way you spoke his name—slow, almost fragile, as if it might shatter—caught in his chest.

Neither of you noticed just how close you two were at this moment.

At the end he lets you, each movement and touch was gentle, careful and sincere. He couldn't help but admire you while you wrap the bandage around his wound.

"There" You conclude.

"Thanks.." He murmured meekly.

A soft sigh escaped your lips as you looked up at the tree, "a few more branches before we see it" you said.

"I understand if you don't want to risk going higher" You said with a soft-eyed smile. Telemachus can see you were disappointed about not showing him 'it' but yet you didn't show it through your words—more concerned for his safety and opinion.

"No, I want to" He confessed. This time your eyes widen slightly, "A-are you sure? I wouldn't want you to-"

"It was just a scratch silly, and besides I'm curious what's this 'it' that got your eyes sparkling" He said with a breathy laugh.

This time you were the one taken back but your lips quickly turned back into a smile upon hearing his response. "Okay..but this time stay close to me" You said handing your hand to the young boy, he was shy at first—attempting to minimize the growing blush on his cheeks, it didn't take long before he planted his hands to yours.

The two of you climbed slowly towards the top of the tree, the higher you both go up—the more you look out of the distance. Telemachus took notice of this and followed your eye's direction.

As you both climbed higher, the leaves began to thin, letting more of the sky slip through the gaps like a slowly unfolding curtain. The orange hue of the sky deepened into a golden glow, streaked with soft strokes of pink. Wispy-shaped clouds floated gently across the scene, like brushstrokes left unfinished. The sun hovered low—glowing like an ember on the edge of the earth—casting long, dappled shadows through the branches.

“Just in time for the sunset!” you squealed, your voice light with excitement. At last, the two of you reached the highest branch.

Telemachus, still mesmerized by the view—and maybe a little by you—paused beside you. His eyes didn’t know where to rest: on the sky that looked like it had been set on fire, or on the way the light danced in your eyes.

He sat down beside you, slower this time, as if he didn’t want to disturb the stillness. He looked back at the sky, the view of Ithaca below—the wind blowing as the leaves flowed together. This was much better than his view from his balcony.

The smell of sweet fruits and nature linger in the wind and the ocean waves from the corner of his eye. The scene felt like a dream—it was beautiful.

"It's beautiful, isn't it?" You said as if you read his thoughts. Telemachus was able to take his eyes off the scene to look at you. "It's worth the climb" You said with a warm smile—leaning on your palms as you close your eyes at ease.

Telemachus fell quiet, his gaze lingered on you longer than the sky infront of him, The sunset was breathtaking, but there was something about the way you smiled—calm and content, like you belonged with the wind, somewhere that made the moment feel more special. He remained silent beside you as he continued to admire your presence.

You opened one eye open to see him looking at you, caught somewhere between awe and thought, his lips was parted close—this time it was your turn to study his eyes.

His eyes held a warm color—caught between the sea and earth, deep brown but with the hints of the sunset, they shimmered like gold and amber. They were steady, curious and full of quiet longing, his soft gaze was something that made your heart still.

The two of you stared at each other's inner souls for awhile before the both of you realized it. Turning back in each other's opposite direction—both you and Telemachus held pink blushes however the male kissed his lips quite embarrassed while you held out your laughter.

The two of you stayed like this for awhile, watching the sky's hue fade as you both exchanged conversation, every second of getting to know each other bounded a stronger chemistry between you two. That day Telemachus felt at peace maybe it was because he was away from his problems or because of you who introduced peace to him.

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“I’m pregnant, not made of glass,” you said, stretching with a yawn. “I carried a shield heavier than you. I think I can survive a lazy morning.”

“But your back hurts. You said your back hurts!” he said, suddenly kneeling beside you and placing his hands protectively on your belly. “What if the baby’s—what if it’s a sign of something? What if it’s turned sideways, or tangled, or—”

“It’s probably just because I’m carrying a whole human being inside me,” you replied dryly. “Pretty sure that’s how pregnancy works.” Telemachus let out a dramatic sigh and leaned his forehead against your stomach.

“I just… I want everything to be perfect,” he mumbled, voice muffled by your dress. “You’re so calm all the time, and I’m over here wondering if I need to read another scroll about birthing positions.”

You ran your fingers through his hair, chuckling softly. “You’ve read five. And quizzed the midwife twice.”

“Three times,” he corrected solemnly. You only laughed harder He looked up at you with such wide eyed seriousness that it made your heart squeeze. His hands cradled your belly with the gentleness of someone afraid to break something precious.

“Telemachus,” you said, reaching down to cup his cheek, “I love how much you care. But I’m not afraid. You don’t need to be either.”

He kissed your palm. “I’m going to be a mess when the baby comes, aren’t I?” he asked.

“You already are,” you grinned. “But in a good way.”