#oc: andromache

[dhaampyr]

Ooh, see that girl, watch that scene, Diggin' the dancing queen

[universefcb]

Hii can you make a fic with Hector with a reader who moves a lot when she sleeps and hogs the blanket?

↬❥ Early morning crime

Hector Fort x Reader!fem

Synopsis: You're sleeping together, but you end up taking the whole blanket.

a/n: I want to date him 😩

REQUESTED

warnings: fluff

And sorry if there are mistakes, English is not my language.I hope this is what you asked for!

The night was silent, and the only light in the room came from the moon outside, which cast a silvery glow through the gaps in the curtains. The wind blew softly, making the window creak slightly. Inside the bed, you slept soundly, curled up under the warm, fluffy blanket, completely oblivious to what was happening next to you.

Hector, on the other hand, was not having the same luck.

He had started the night off well, comfortable beside you, but as the hours passed, something inevitable happened: you took possession of the blanket. At first, it was subtle—a light tug here, a light tug there—until, without him realizing it, you had completely monopolized the only protection against the early morning chill.

Hector groaned softly and tried to pull it back a little, moving carefully so as not to wake you. His fingers gripped the edge of the fabric, and he tugged slowly. It worked… for exactly two seconds. You shifted, turned over, and, almost supernaturally, curled up even tighter into the blanket, as if protecting yourself from a harsh winter.

“Really?” Hector muttered under his breath, staring at you with an incredulous look.

He let out a tired sigh and ran a hand over his face. The room wasn’t absurdly cold, but without the blanket, the temperature seemed to have dropped drastically. Hector tried another approach, pulling a little more firmly. But all he managed to do was make you mumble something incomprehensible in your sleep and cling to the blanket even tighter.

“This can only be a test of patience…” he said to himself, closing his eyes for a moment.

Could he get up and get another blanket from the closet? He could. But that would require him to get out of his warm bed and onto the cold floor. So he simply crossed his arms and huddled together as best he could, hoping that his own body heat would be enough.

Hours later, in the middle of the night, you slowly woke up, for no apparent reason. Your body moved reflexively, seeking Hector's familiar warmth. It was only then that you realized something was... strange.

When her hand touched his arm, a shiver ran down his spine.

He was freezing.

You frowned, fully waking up. Moving carefully, you turned to face him and, even in the dark, you could see that he was huddled together, his arms crossed over his chest, as if trying to protect himself from the cold.

Shock and guilt hit immediately.

“Hector!” you whispered, touching his face with your fingertips.

He shifted slightly, letting out a sleepy mumble.

“Hm?”

“You’re freezing! Why didn’t you wake me up?”

Hector opened one eye, clearly still groggy from sleep, and let out a tired sigh.

“Because you’re a blanket monster…”

Your eyes widened, feeling the guilt rising. With a heavy heart, you quickly pulled the blanket over him, making sure to wrap him completely.

“Oh my God, honey, I’m so sorry! I didn’t realize…”

He closed his eyes again and sighed in relief as he felt the warmth of the blanket finally covering his body.

“Now it’s over… I almost froze to death…” he joked, although his voice was thick with sleep.

You bit your lip, still feeling guilty. With one quick movement, you snuggled against him, wrapping your arms around his body and burying your face in the crook of his neck.

“I’m your human blanket now. Is that better?”

Hector didn't respond immediately, but his arms wrapped tightly around her, pulling her even closer.

“Much better…” he murmured, his voice low and satisfied.

You smiled against his skin and closed your eyes, feeling the warmth finally return to Hector's body.

This time, I would make a point of sharing the blanket.

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[astravires]

[somereaderinblue]

In your Odysseus of Troy au what's the relationship between Telemachus and Paris.

Does Telemachus like him or he hates him for making his dad sad?

And does Paris really want Telemachus to be his son or does he just see him as a tool to make Troy stronger?

Unserious answer:

Paris: Your atta will love me, right? He was literally given to me to love me.

Telemachus, booping his nose: Bah!

Paris: I'll take that as a yes.

Serious answer:

Paris' first son was Corythus. How old was he when Paris left him & Oenone? As old as Telemachus was when taken from Ithaca and his mother's arms? Was he big enough to take his first steps but small enough for Paris to carry on his back while he herded sheep?

One thing's for sure: Corythus is more likely to know Paris' back than his face. And that's arguably more painful than a child not knowing what their father looks like, period.

Paris insists that Telemachus is his son. He is besotted with the babe, fawns and dotes on him, spoils him with the luxuries and riches Paris himself never got to enjoy in his childhood.

But at his core, Paris views Telemachus as a second chance; a do-over at best & a replacement at worst. If he can be a good father to this boy, who is not his blood, surely it means something, it means he's not a horrible person, not a complete failure, it means he can atone somewhat-

Still, anyone can sire a child, but it takes a man to be a father. And Paris, as many were wont to remind him, was no man.

Telemachus Pasipheros wasn't living up to his name as his wailing continued. He's been fussy for days and fitful for nights, irritable when not clingy and the fact that Paris was the one who reacted fast enough to grab the boy before Odysseus could spoke volumes of the Ithacan's exhaustion.

The prince struggled to keep a squirming Pasipheros on his lap as the boy howled and howled like a little wolf into his ears so loudly, Paris wouldn't be surprised if his earrings were caked in blood after this. Offered toys were smacked or tossed aside, words of comfort drowned under the child's woes and more and more stares were drawn towards the eye of the storm Paris was suffocating in.

"Hush, hush....." Paris murmured, awkwardly bouncing the fussy toddler.

"NO! NOOOOOOO!" Pasipheros roared with the raw ferocity of a wronged child. "NO! NO! NO!"

"Don't shout." it was almost as horrible as the eyes picking him apart with vulture-like precision. "Don't-"

Pasipheros' hand smacks him in the eye as his tantrum reaches a volume loud enough to make Hector visibly cringe.

"CORY, PLEASE!" Paris snapped.

Silence, at last.

But it was far from a reprieve.

Paris opened his misty eyes (when had they closed?) and the sight of Hector's furrowed brows and pinched lip, Andromache's tense shoulders and Odysseus' penetrating gaze, that damn eye the silver of arrowheads rather than coins, almost made him wish Pasipheros' hand had simply gouged both his eyeballs out to spare him this.

Pasipheros' lips quivered, fat tears spilling past chubby cheeks as he cried, softer than his previous sounds, and all the more damning for it.

"It's his nap time." Odysseus said and his son is in Charis' arms before he even finishes talking. "If you'll excuse us."

"Of course." Andromache waved them away while Hector continued to look at Paris with eyes too pitiful to be a glare but too tense to be anything resembling comfort.

Paris also leaves, but does not follow Odysseus. That night, he finds another wooden sheep on his pillow. He adds the figurine to his growing flock.

Odysseus and Pasipheros spend the next day in the nursery. Paris doesn't visit them. He sits in the courtyard alone, and the silence is still no less damning than before.

[dacenturion]

Hector of Troy…

Im rereading the Iliad so I drew my buddy Hector. HE DESERVED BETTER, FOREVER A HECTOR APOLOGIST

@kebriones thank you for awakening my Hector obsession

[localcryptic]

meet the sidesteps (customizes their tattoo designs to match their personalities)

[thelastdayalive]

good bad boys 🐾

[lions-and-men-musical]

Andromache sketch (she’s my everything)

[green-geist]

the apple of her eye

[multi-fandom-imagines13]

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Karlach x fem oc (sapphic romance)

Fili x fem oc (dropped in universe)

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[theartistelliott]

sometimes you just wanna draw some girls in suits

(ft Cressida, Andromache, Helen, & Cassandra)

[dhaampyr]

[universefcb]

Meeting the boyfriend again

Pairing: Hector Fort X fem!reader

Summary: You've been dating for a short time, but you're two years younger than him. So after days without seeing each other, you meet again.

Warning: Mention of Reader, fluff.

Author's note: He looks so handsome in that May picture, damn his eyes😭

And sorry if there are mistakes, English is not my language.I hope this is what you asked for!

The late afternoon in Barcelona seemed like something out of a painting: the sky painted orange, the soft sound of the wind swaying the trees, and the sweet scent of newly opened spring flowers. In the midst of this scene, she crossed the street with her heart racing, her hurried steps carrying anxiety and expectation.

It was the first time I was going to see Hector after a whole week of exams at school. He, as always, understood—even now, at eighteen and with the whole world beginning to place the weight of big dreams on his shoulders. Even so, he always set aside time just for her.

She stopped in front of the Forts’ gate, fixing her hair, trying to ignore the nervousness that always came when she knew she was going to see him. Before she could work up the courage to ring the bell, the door opened and Hector appeared, smiling as if just seeing her had made her day.

���Hi, little one,” he said, opening his arms in invitation.

She laughed, a little embarrassed, and ran to him, burying herself in the embrace that was her favorite place in the world. His smell, a mix of fresh soap and his favorite shampoo.

“I was counting the seconds,” he whispered close to her ear, making her heart skip a beat.

He pulled her inside, and she noticed that the house was empty—Hector’s parents had probably gone out. That left them free to do whatever they wanted.

“You said you had a surprise for me?” she asked, kicking off her sneakers in the doorway.

Hector smiled mysteriously and took her hand.

“Come with me.”

He led her into the backyard. Outside, a picnic blanket was spread out on the lawn, surrounded by pillows and a small speaker playing a soft playlist. There were a few of her favorite treats scattered around, and in the center were two glasses of fresh juice.

Her eyes widened, touched by his care.

“You... did this?”

“I wanted to celebrate you surviving the trials,” he joked, winking. “And also... because I missed you so much.”

She blushed immediately, looking away to hide the goofy smile that spread across her face. Hector pulled her to sit next to him, chuckling at her reaction.

“You’re so easy to read,” he teased.

“You don’t hide it very well when you’re in love either, you know?” she replied, on impulse, her voice low and embarrassed.

For a second, silence fell between them, and she wished she had thought before she spoke. But to her surprise, Hector just smiled—not a mocking smile, but a smile so full of affection that it seemed to warm the very air around them.

“Maybe because I am,” he said, his voice steady, without hesitation.

Her heart skipped a beat so hard she had to brace herself against the grass to steady herself. She looked up and met his gaze—sincere, intense, and so full of affection that it seemed impossible to doubt it.

“Are you... really?” she asked, her voice coming out as a whisper.

Hector stepped closer, their faces so close she could feel his warm breath against her skin.

“I am,” he confirmed, nuzzling her nose affectionately. “And I don’t care that we’re two years apart, that the world is pushing me forward all the time. Because when I’m with you, everything feels right.”

She felt her eyes burn, not with sadness, but with a feeling so big and beautiful that it barely fit inside her chest. Without thinking much, she leaned in and kissed his cheek lightly.

Hector closed his eyes for a moment, as if that gesture was worth more than any trophy he could win.

“You are my safe place,” she said softly.

He opened his eyes and smiled—the smile of someone who knows they’re exactly where they’re supposed to be. Carefully, as if holding something precious, Hector brought his hand to her face, stroking her cheek with his thumb.

“Can I kiss you?” he asked, respecting her space, as he always did.

She responded by simply closing her eyes and moving closer, giving the answer without needing words.

The kiss was slow, sweet, full of silent promises. There was no rush. They knew they still had a lot to live for.

When they broke apart, Hector rested his forehead against hers, both of them laughing softly, as if they shared a secret the world would never understand.

“Promise you’ll stay with me?” she asked, her voice shaking with emotion.

“I already am,” he replied. “And I’m not going anywhere.”

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[astravires]

i make no apologies for this now becoming andromache monday

[do-it-for-radagon]

Sorry for lack of posts, life's been happenin' I'm in the designing process for some GTQ stuff...

[cowboyscaviar]

where is the retelling where andromache kills neoptolemus