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Telemachus x Apollo Blessed! Reader

Chapter Eight

I’m SO SORRY! It’s been forever, but I had a minor surgery and was unable to write for a while. This is my peace offering

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It was a break day in Ithaca, one of the calmest days in the week. Most of the people lazing about, resting from a long few days of labor.

But not the royalty, and never the musician.

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You were sitting in an empty room in the palace, save you and the prince. Both on the padded couch near the window, letting the air run to your faces as you strummed away.

He was next to you, trying to figure out some instructions that you had just given him.

Picking at the strings, hopelessly, as the notes never seemed the same.

His face had the same adorable scrunch of concentration he did when he was training. Nose pushing upward as he bit the inside of his cheek. Completely fixated on the instrument… well actually completely fixated on using the instrument to impress you.

But you couldn’t read his mind, and he was glad you didn’t know how hard he was trying to work for your music.

Despite this desire, he soon stops his playing and looks up at you. Setting the lyre on his lap.

“Are you going to finish that song?” He asks, quickly pulling your attention away from the music.

Your brows furrow as you take in his words, looking away for a moment to think.

“What song?” Tilting your head, you look back into his eyes.

He seems set on this specific piece, letting his fluffy hair sway downward as he tilts his head forward. Closer to you and the lyres.

“The one you’re always playing whenever you’re thinking.” He states as if what he’s saying is obvious. “You get this far away look in your eyes and always play the same song.” Pointing to the instrument in your hand, he shakes his head when he sees you’re not understanding.

You quickly squint your eyes, looking at him suspiciously. “I do?”

He pulls back, letting his hands fly up to a defensive position and smiling shyly. Overall bashful. “That… sounds super creepy. I’m sorry!”

You just smile, huffing at his quick reaction before looking out the window to the view of the island.

“It’s okay, really. I just didn’t know I played it that much.”

Wind blew in through the opening, allowing you to close your eyes and relish in the relaxing feeling of air on your skin.

Telemachus couldn’t look away, staring at you in a peaceful moment. Nothing stopping him from his looks, no embarrassment or concern. Like it was natural.

He spoke up after a few moments, poking your lyre in a teasing way. Causing you to open your eyes.

“Is it done?”

You just shake your head, looking down once again and strumming out a few notes. Music playing in the air that kissed both of your faces.

“No, no it’s not done.” You whispered.

“Oh.” He exclaimed, before turning to face away.

Before the moment grows too still, you continue on with your thoughts.

“I didn’t really think I was writing one.” Huffing, you left out a scoff. Smiling at nothing in particular while the sun streams in.

He pauses, looking back your way with his overly gentle eyes. “You didn’t?”

You simply shrug, lifting up your instrument and looking over the intricate golden designs. “I play what I feel.”

“What do you feel?” He asks before he can think, shutting his mouth quickly as he realizes the personal nature of his question.

“…”

“Sorry, I didn’t mean-” Beginning his apology, as he usually does when he talks to you, you interrupt his incoming rambling.

“I guess it’s the fact that I don’t know what I’m feeling. The feeling of… not feeling? Gosh, that makes no sense.” Laughing, while sort of aiming the noise at your own faults, you quiet down and lean against the backrest. Letting silence take over the two of you again.

He looks at you still, hearing your soft breathing in tune with his. As if all the time you’ve spent together is merging you.

His voice breaches the room. “No, I get it. Being uncertain. I get you.”

Looking at you with his soft, kind eyes, you can’t help but look back and let a smile take over our features.

All before you realize how close you are and turn back to the window with a laugh. “What a teacher I am, getting all sappy. You aren’t gonna pick up the lyre at this rate.” Trying to redirect back to your instrument, a cute laugh from him stops your fumbling.

“I like it, I like this. Not like I’m much of a musician anyway.” Looking out to the island as he speaks, you feel your body relax. Not worrying about music or the fact you’re with the literal prince.

All you can do is lean your head to his shoulder, cheek squishing into his side. Body curled against his as he began to blush furiously. Holding his practice lyre tightly, fingers turning white at the grip while his face is painted red.

His long lashes blink in confusion, but he doesn’t dare to ask you why you’re suddenly using him as a rest.

While you’re simply comfortable, eyes far away in thought before turning to face him. Placing your chin on his shoulder.

“Wanna help me write it? Whatever not feeling- feelings I have?” You say as your eyes meet his.

His expression calms, grip not as tight and he becomes less tense.

Easing down at seeing your calmness, he responds while letting one of his hands fix the hair piece you have in.

“Yeah! That would be nice.”

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LOVE LANGUAGES…

W/ JJK students

Happy Valentine’s Day!!!

Physical Touch- Inumaki is most comfortable with physical touch. Since he’s unable to communicate to you through speech, and he’s never been the best with gifts, he loves to be near you. Showing love though actions instead of words

Quality Time- Yuta values time more than most. Knowing the hard lesson that time with loved ones is the greatest gifts. So expect random FaceTimes while he’s far away of just silence while you clean your dorm, or him sitting with you in the library even if he doesn’t have to study. Anything to be with you

Words of Affirmation- Yuji knows how to be kind. And he believes the best way to show love is to say it. So he’s always speaking your praises every chance he gets, telling you how much he loves you or just complimenting your pretty face

Gift Giving- Nobara loves to shop and loves you, so what’s better than mixing the two? Seeing you smile when you receive even a small necklace can make her month, and she’ll buy the best gifts! Alls giving them at the best times to cheer you up or make your good day even better

Acts of Service- Maki and Megumi have similar beliefs that actions are louder than words. So they both put their all into what they do for you. Both living as quiet and reserved, it must be a Zenin clan thing to show love through actions. Maki will clean your cursed tools for you without you asking, and Megumi will let you cuddle his demon dogs when he notices the smallest bit of stress on your face

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CHARACTER WHO LIKE TO “spoon”

TMR - Newt, Alby

Epic! The Musical - Athena, Tiresias

Demon Slayer - Genya, Rengoku

Bungo Stray Dogs - Chuuya

Jujutsu Kaisan - Itadori, Inumaki

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Imagine being in the glade, trapped around by the walls that span high into the sky. Not knowing what’s in the maze. Unable to sleep most nights, just like the others stuck with you.

One of the most unsettling parts of the glade is the sounds of the maze when the doors slam, shifting walls and grievers screeching in their monstrous voices.

So, on those restless nights, Newt stays with you in your cot. Laying behind you in his side, holding your waist as his hand traces circles on your hip. Whispering to you stories that he comes up with, even if he’s not very good at the creative stuff. (So he just ends up talking about the times Gally tripped on a root, or when Frypan spilled all the salt into his stew.)

Even if it’s a tab suspicious to share a bed, Alby doesn’t mind letting you two cuddle up. Especially when you’re scared and his second in command is following you like a dog. Half whipped for you, puppy eyed. Other half willing to bite the heads off anyone who messed with you.

You’re finally able to fall asleep in his arms, feeling protected from all that’s unknown outside. But it doesn’t matter so much when he’s with you.

Also, him waking up first to Minho teasing him while you lay passed out on his chest.

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Telemachus x Apollo! Blessed Reader

Chapter seven

This chapter takes place during chapter six… Yay! More Apollo!

So this is a reader heavy chapter, sorry if it’s too specific to relate to, but we get some more backstory!

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Unbeknownst to either of you, Telemachus wasn’t the only one who was wide awake that night.

And neither were the Gods, always busy in their dance of mortal affairs.

You lay in bed, eyes tracing over the ceiling tiles that seem to grow shadows in the dim light. Ithaca resting in a soothing silence under the stars. Leaving you to be what feels like all alone, body heavy on the soft material of the bed beneath you.

If you could help it, you’d be floating somewhere in space. Weightless, unattached, and bearable. Instead of feeling the dark blanket of night press down on your chest. Leaving your breaths more shallow than you had wished for, on a practiced pattern of in and out that came less naturally than you hoped.

It’s a different kind of stillness that one feels when they don’t know ‘how to feel.’ Stuck, unmovable in place in time that only ticks back and forth.

Back to memories that you had once cherished. Times when you felt the same way you do now. The same way you feel with him.

Ticking forward to the tugging in your chest that not even music could capture.

Then back again, to a place in your mind that refused to let go of the past.

It was said to be love then, but with how everything turned out, how could this be anything similar.

Before you could reason the past with the events of the future, the moon seemed to glow brighter as a familiar figure sat at the edge of your bed.

“Apollo? What are you doing here?” You called, voice level without the shock that most had when they saw a God. You had gotten used to his presence by now, and didn’t even have to lift your head to recognize him.

Instead, you left yourself to rest on the pillows.

He looked around your room, leaning against the wall next to the bed as he focused on the instrument laying at your desk.

“You haven’t touched your lyre in two days.” He claimed, voice less joyful than he usually was. Lacking his teasing tone.

As he spoke, you fell further into your pillows. “I guess not…” Humming out, he could hear the tiredness in your voice.

Deciding to not let you waste away in your bed for a sleepless night, he spoke again. “And it’s been two days since your lesson with the prince.” With that, his usual teasing attitude was back.

You, however, were not in the mood for the teasing. Good intentions or not. “Two days is two days, more has happened than just that.” As you talked, you turned to face the wall next to the bed. Now laying on your side as your mind tried not to drift to the prince and his smile…

Apollo’s voice dragged you out of your thoughts.

“Let’s see. You’ve had about five lessons with him now.” He stood up, tapping his chin in mock thought. “Each lesson you’ve gotten closer and closer…” He trailed off, strumming the lyre once to let out a divine note.

“Quit it.” You whined, closing your eyes to try and rid yourself of the image that Telemachus held in your mind.

The god just continued to fiddle with items on your desk, sitting on the wood and looking at your back facing him. “During your fourth he even let you see his bedroom to show you his collection of stories of mythical beasts!” He mentioned, tossing up one of your pens and catching it as a form of distraction.

You shrunk further into yourself, shoulders reaching to almost hide yourself from the words you didn’t want to hear. “Seriously Apollo, enough.” Grabbing one of your pillows, you tried, and failed, to get comfortable. Squirming at the bed you were far too restless to be in.

He just tilted his head and stood up off the desk, picking up your lyre and inspecting it. “Oh come on, get out of bed, it’s not like you’re tired. You’re going to lose all your talent if you don’t play any music.” He said in a lighthearted tone, smiling despite your facing away.

Opposing his cheerful demeanor, you leaned further into the bed before huffing and sitting up. Too uncomfortable to sit still. “Good, then I’ll be let go of my job.” Your attitude wasn’t entirely intentional, but after days of discord it wasn’t easy to hide.

Silence took over the both of you, with Apollo placing down the lyre and watching you. Sitting on the bed, you took account of each breath in and out, trying to relax.

He wasn’t oblivious to how you felt, but he couldn’t read your every thought.

Soon, he spoke again, breaking the silence. “Did something happen?” He asked, voice more gentle than it was when you had late night talks.

You leaned further into your bed frame, letting your shoulders lose their tension and breathing out a breath from the bottom of your chest. “No. Nothing happened.” You let your head lull back, looking back up at the ceiling.

Apollo crossed his arms, leaning back against the desk. “Obviously it did. Don’t lie to me.” He ordered, but quickly toned down his commanding nature when he saw the puffiness in your eyes now obvious from the moonlight on your skin.

“Look, I just don’t think I should be his teacher.” You responded, looking directly at the god who stood before you. Expression more exhausted than either of you wished to admit.

Not knowing how to handle your life, especially in this way, without being completely unhelpful, he did what he knew.

A small joke came out, fully intended to brighten your demeanor, even if he knew it wouldn’t work. “Is he that bad of a lyre player?” But not even a small smile tugged at your lips, or a shine in your eyes.

Just a huff of a response. “Don’t be rude.”

He frowned, running a hand through his light hair in thought before finally going for a more comforting approach.

“Sorry, sorry…” He hummed. “What’s wrong? Be honest.” He said softly, finally allowing you to let your walls down just the slightest bit.

“He’s a prince, Apollo. I’m not a princess.” You admitted, sounding more dejected than most mortals he’d ever met. Eyes not leaving the ceiling as you tried not to just let the silence take over your mind.

“He doesn’t seem to care about that, and I surely don’t.” He offered, trying to be genuine with what he saw. He couldn’t read the boy's mind, but the way he saw him look at you was proof enough that he thought highly of you.

You sighed, running your hands over your face and down your jaw to massage at your tense neck, blinking away the sting in your eyes.

Nothing there but memories from those places you’d lived, and the people you loved. All past.

“I just can’t go chasing anything again. Not ever.” You claimed, letting your arms go limp in your lap.

Apollo tried to interject your thoughts of defeat. “I know, but-“ Instead, you cut off his attempt at savior.

“I don’t want to have this conversation.” Tiredly, you fully laid down in bed and tucked the blanket up and over your shoulders.

He walked closer to the window, getting ready to leave. But before, he turned around one last time. “Hey, it’s something you’ll have to bring up eventually.” He said.

You just turned to your side, curling further into your bed.

“Not. Now.” You said, sniffling in the cold night air.

He just sighed, before giving you one goodbye.

“Fair enough… Get some sleep, kid.”

Leaving you with your thoughts of the past and the prince.

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Would yall be interested in some maze runner fics?

(Newt, I f w/ him heavy)

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Telemachus x Apollo Blessed! Reader Drabble

Hello all, this is a quick thing

I always write while listening to Lizzy McAlpine and the song reader is writing I imagine to be

THIS SONG

For reference, she’s been playing the same song since she’s been in the market during chapter one

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GUYS IM GAGGED… me when people know about my stuff 🙈🙈

It's been a while and I'm currently in an Epic the Musical brainrot, just reading some Telemachus fics~

This is just a quick sketch based off of @jackiepackiee 's Telemachus x Apollo Blessed! Reader fanfic from chapter 5. I love the story so much and can't wait for the next chapters!

I didn't show girl's face to make it sorta(?) anonymous since it's a reader-insert fic xD but yeaa~

Also, if ya'll haven't noticed, this is also very much inspired by gigi's coloring in the animatics (which I am also currently obsessed with) aaaaa

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Telemachus x Apollo Blessed! Reader

Chapter six

Masterlist

Yall know the vibe by now… this one’s a bit shorter, sorry :p

Two weeks later…

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Telemachus was sitting in bed, dog curled up near his feet and slowly snoring into the late night.

Body resting against the backboard of his bed as he strummed the practice lyre that you had gifted it. Having bought it with him in the town marketplace before one of your lessons, which you’ve had multiple of by now.

He was trying to pluck the strings the way you told him to, and not too harshly like he did instinctively. But he couldn’t help but pull too hard like it was a fight. Music was meant to be handled with care, not brutality.

It was hours after sunset, and the entire palace was asleep. Yet he hadn’t even considered joining the resting world.

Right before the prince could get the notes to hit at the correct time, a familiar figure showed up in his window and stood tall. Blocking the moon light and making him sit up straighter, putting the instrument into his lap.

“Athena?” He asked, squinting his face and scrunching his nose to make out a silhouette from the moonlight. Petting his dog to not disrupt him from his rest at his feet.

Her tall figure and metal helmet gave an obvious and imposing impression in the room. Even though she had visited him many times, all the same divine entrance, he couldn’t help but let out surprise at her presence.

She simply stood still for a few seconds before moving towards his bed and gesturing her chin to the lyre in his lap. “You’re still practicing on that instrument?” Shoulders staying broad, she didn’t make any expressions or particular inflections in her observation.

Hearing this, he nodded sheepishly and moved the blanket over his legs to make room for him to cross his legs and hold the instrument more comfortably. “Well… yeah.” He admitted, letting out a single strum on the strings. Smiling when the song didn’t come out completely botched.

Looking on at his playing, the goddess let her shoulders relax down and arms rest at her sides instead of on her hips. “You shouldn’t spend so much time on one thing.” She began, sounding almost tired or bored. “And every time I visit it’s the same song.” Her voice was gentle, trying not to come off harsh or scolding despite her obvious lack of enthusiasm for his continuous songs.

Ignoring, or simply not noticing her distaste for his music, he looked at the lyre as it was something to be praised. The way he looks excitedly at papers of stories told of beasts and myths that heros wrote. “It’s the song she’s teaching me.” He told her, looking back up at her from the strings in his lap and smiling like a puppy. Cheeks getting plusher from the squish as a toothy grin took up part of his face. Eyes closed from the smile.

She looked at him, unable to ignore the feeling of nostalgia in her heart. Did he know he looked so much like his father?

Clearing her head and throat, she looked back out the window from which she came into the late night sky. “I know, you’ve mentioned.” She quipped, not liking to acknowledge the similarities he held so closely with a young Odysseus. She was just happy it was dark so he couldn’t read her face as well as he usually did.

He looked back down at his lap, not fiddling with anything but just looking and thinking.

Eventually, he spoke up with the same fiery determination Athena appreciated him for. “I need to practice so I can get better. She’s my teacher, I wanna impress her.” He claimed, gripping the sides of the instrument tightly while holding it out in his outstretched arms. Enjoying the way the moonlight bounced off the strings like raindrops.

She watched her student with the same knowing expression she had when Odysseus was beginning to fall for Penelope.

However, she never knew anything about romance. Only able to recognize it due to Telemachus’ resemblance to his father’s behavior. So, she decided to use her more knowledgeable skills to try and help a little bit.

“You can also impress her with your strength and cunning. With what I know you’re talented at.” She offered, speaking in a stiff way at the awkwardness she felt speaking of love. She wasn’t Aphrodite, but it didn’t take the goddess of love to see the boy begin to grow feelings.

The prince put the lyre back onto his lap, looking at Athena as she spoke. His face lit up, as if he was talking about his favorite topic. “Yeah… but you should see the way she lights up when she talks about music!” He beamed, smiling at the memory of your passion. Continuing, he trailed off slightly as he looked past Athena and out the window to the calm night. “That light in her eyes…” He whispered, smiling to himself while biting the inside of his cheek in thought.

Silence took over the duo, both thinking with their eyes out the window.

Athena facing her back to Telemachus, unable to shake the feeling of nostalgia that seemed inescapable when it came to the prince. He had no idea how much he was like his father, or how every new thing was a carbon copy of what happened some 20 years ago with Odysseus.

You and Penelope even had the same relationship with the boys, as if history was replaying before her eyes. Watching her student become a man she knew well, and who he longed to be.

Telemachus was not thinking of the past, but instead of the future. Planning in his head the next meeting you two would have. How he planned to impress you with his quick skills, even if half the time you didn’t actually play the instrument. Instead traveling around the island or talking about a random topic.

He wanted to show you he cared about your passion, and could be involved in that section of your life.

Quietly, he spoke again. Letting his voice travel through the night in a small question. “Athena?”

“Yes?” She hummed, turning around and looking back at the boy before her. Both appreciating the quiet nature of the night, soft and gentle.

“Do you think you could help me learn faster? You have wisdom, so can you give me some?” He asked, despite the question being undeniably childish. He couldn’t help but ask, wanting to do all he could for you. A girl he barely knew besides the fact that every moment spent with you feels perfect,

She crossed her arms, but spoke gently. Nevertheless, her wise words come off as half lecture, half advice. “I have wisdom, but not in music. All I can wisely say is that this practice is ruining your sleep by keeping you awake at night.” She gestured to the late night, and the absolute silence of the surrounding dark.

He however wasn’t disheartened by this, continuing to try and convince his way into gaining some kind of help, “I need to get better. You said it yourself that practice is necessary.” He reasoned, picking up the lyre and holding it out to her.

She shook her head, putting down the instrument with a gentle push by her fingers. Letting her get a clear view of his face. “Not for something like this. Music is okay, but it’s consuming your life.”

He looked at the strings and spoke in a dejected tone. “I’m bad at it, and I need to get better for her.”

She huffed, not appreciating how she couldn’t offer her help. So she did all she could, be honest.

“You’re a good kid Telemachus. If you want to impress her, just be yourself and she’ll like you.” Sighing at his obvious obliviousness, she gave one last quip before turning towards the window and night. “She already does.”

His eyes widened, as he put the lyre down and his face whipped in the direction of the goddess.

“She does?!” He called, but before he could get an answer Athena transformed into her typical owl form and flew out into the night. Wings spanning and creating a shadow from blocking the moon.

Leaving Telemachus in a temporary darkness. “Wait, don’t go… bye Athena.”

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Telemachus x Apollo Blessed! Reader

Chapter Five

Masterlist

Prince Telemachus who is favored by Athena with a reader who's favored by Apollo. Both under the guidance of the god and goddess of wisdom and knowledge respectively. One a fierce warrior and the other a lovely musician. Yet complete opposites of their role when it comes to a peaceful artist and intimidating opponent.

Previously…

Looking embarrassed, he shrugged and his shoulders turned inwards a little.

Until you laughed. First, a small huff before a full giggle at his antics. Shocked and amused by his actions, you laughed.

And he thought it was the best sound ever, even better than the music from your lyre.

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“Where are you going?” You asked, your laughter dying down as you took in a breath and watched him.

His head tilted to the side and his hair fell over his forehead, his body was turning to go inside. “Your lessons?” He referenced, pointing to the hallway.

“We don’t have to do it inside.” You offered, leaning against the wall while sitting on the balcony's stone railing.

“My mother will be expecting us to be…” He started, until he saw the way the sun was glowing on your face so beautifully. Wind taking your clothing and making it flow like water around your body.

He stopped, clearing his throat and looking away to the sky in thought. “Well, the weather is lovely.”

You nodded, unaware of his type of gaze. Looking at the view yourself. “I’ve never seen this part of the island.”

What could be seen was a part of the beach that only the palace could see, placed in a way that was down far in the island like a cove. Letting the rest of the view be mountains, ocean, and sky.

And against it, Telemachus thought you looked like a goddess in front of such a view when he looked back at you.

Clearing his throat, he spoke again. “Then we should stay outside… so you can see the new view! Of course.”

Trying to get a better look below, past his training grounds to the rest of the nature, you tilted forward. As you leaned, he gently took your upper arm and shoulder into his hands and stabled you. Strong body keeping you from going too far over the railing. His face was flush, but he didn’t mind it while he acted.

“This is very high up, my lady.” Despite his nervousness that was obvious from the touch, he refused to let you get too close to the ledge.

In reaction, you laughed again. Not minding his touch as he guided you to stand on the balcony. Feet meeting the ground as you joked. “That is silly coming from the prince who just climbed all the way up.” Smiling, your eyes couldn’t help but close at his behavior.

Not being able to see him, you couldn’t see the way his face softened entirely as he took in your expression. Feeling his heart in his chest, aware of every beat that it made in its haste. He took his hands away from you when you stood balanced on the floor.

When you finally stopped laughing, you picked up your lyre into the proper position. Not seeing the way he quickly shook his head and got focused.

“Have you ever played an instrument?” You inquired, making sure all the strings were in tune.

“…no.” He admitted, adjusting the brackets of gold on his forearms nervously. Twisting them so he didn’t look too interested in talking with you.

As you listened for his answer, you nodded. “That’s okay. We all start somewhere.” You spoke absentmindedly, finishing your check of your lyre.

Continuing on, you looked up at him. “What do you know about music?”

“That you’re good at making pretty songs.” He responded quickly, not putting much thought into his answer. As he realized his compliment however, he tensed up. Shoulders tightening as he stood straight up and put his hands up defensively. Flush returned to his cheeks, which the close proximity didn’t hide. “I didn’t mean to be so bold. Apologies.” His voice sounded higher than before.

Seeing his panic at the apparent fear of making you uncomfortable in his forward comments, you felt something strange in your chest.

A pulling at your heart which seemed to grow faster. So much so that you could feel it, even hear it in your ears and get caught in your breath.

“You’ve heard me play enough to know that?” You asked, trying to spin the conversation away from either of your reactions.

“Well… I heard you the day you arrived here. And yesterday when we were introduced. As well as today when you played during my training.” He admitted, recounting all the times he’s heard you.

Unbeknownst to him, you’d only ever played simple tunes off the top of your head while he was around. Not enough to impress anyone, at least not in your mind.

Before you could argue, he continued. “I know it’s not much, and it’s not like I’ve asked you to play for me. But I enjoy how it sounds.” He leans against the wall, looking at your lyre as if trying to understand its structure.

“I’ve never been very good at art… My mother is the artist of the palace.” Rubbing the back of his neck, he smiled gently at his admission.

Hearing this, you shook your head at his words. “I’m sure you could be wonderful, so you mustn’t be so doubtful.”

The confidence you had in him was surprising, though it soothed his mind of his worries.

“Thank you.” He looked back up at your eyes as he thanked you, letting his face relax as he took in your calm expression.

For a while the two of you stood in silence, only being able to hear the ocean crashing against the cove below and birds occasionally swoosh by the balcony.

After a minute or two, he started to speak. Voice not shaky, but not entirely stable and confident as he tried to present himself as a prince. “Hey, um. Do you think you could play me a real song?” He looked out to the sky, watching a cloud, before continuing his request. “I’ve only heard you for short periods.”

Confused at his desire, you made it known. “That doesn’t sound like much of a lesson.” Your voice was calm as it was before, but you didn’t look away. In fact you seemed to be in thought while gazing at your lyre in your hands. Fingers ghosting over the strings.

“Well, I guess not.” He shrugged, mentally hitting his head at his mistake for what seemed like a silly request. It was only your second time meeting, and he couldn’t help but be so forward and awkward!

After a few more bouts of silence, you spoke. Gaze moving from your lyre to his expectant face. “…I’ll play something.”

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Hearing music play, the queen paced down the corridor slowly towards the sound. Her nurse and most trusted maid, Eurycleia, at her side.

“Is that your son playing, my queen?” Eurycleia questioned, following a few steps behind the queen as she walked towards the noise.

“I doubt it.” Her level voice said honestly. “It must be the girl, as I’ve heard she’s one of the best musicians in all of Greece.” Slowing down, she stopped her quick pace when she neared the balcony.

The two women did not dare peek past the stone pillars of the wall. Not wishing to be caught or interrupt the lesson.

Eurycleia whispered, “We can get a better view from the window down the hall.”

And with that, the two walked a few meters down and turned so they could spot the two of you on the balcony.

You were both the picture of content.

You, strumming your lyre as you gently draped yourself against the railing. Sun gleaming onto you as it lit up on your golden instrument. It was obvious you were in a position of comfort. Doing something you know and love.

And the prince, Telemachus, was watching attentively. Eyes flickering around from your face to your hands. Letting his guard down, and looking absolutely entranced. Almost like he heard a siren song.

Both of you adorning smiles as the beautiful melody, looking almost childlike.

A state Penelope hadn’t seen her son in for years since the suitors roamed the halls and spiked his pressure to become a man.

The queen and nurse smiled at the boy, never seeing him allow himself to be in such a natural state of self.

“I know music lessons would be a good idea.” The queen said, smiling at Eurycleia.

“All it took was finding the perfect teacher.”

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Hey! Could you please do telemachus x Reader one shot, where the reader is polites' daughter, and Ody comes back and she finds out her father's dead? Like a comfort fluff onshot?

An - this is my portrayal of grief, feel free to request again if you want me to make anything different

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It had been horrible. Bloodied halls stained by the suitors who terrorized all in the palace. Screams of pain followed by death at the hand of a man. Waiting in your shared bedroom, Telemachus’ room, as he fought alongside his father.

A man who had left for war 20 years ago.

Who left just like your father, Polites, had when you were no more than a baby.

And yet, after all this time, Odysseus was the only one of the 600 to return.

It would’ve been unjust to ruin the reunion of Odysseus, Telemachus, and Penelope with your confusion, so you stayed in your bedroom alone until Telemachus quickly fell asleep beside you after he entered.

Practically passed out from the fight and excitement at his family being full. Odysseus and Penelope left to be reunited in their love for one night side by side in bed.

Leaving you almost as cold as the corpses of the suitors that waited to be moved in the halls.

So, with nothing but a lonely night, you waited until the next morning.

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The cool air of the morning blowing onto your skin as you lay restless beside your lover. His hand across your stomach as he peacefully slept, unaware to your turmoil.

“How is it possible that only one survives?” Is all you could think. All night, for hours. Not the bloodshed, or Ithaca’s state, but that stupid question.

It’s not like Odysseus knew that Polites was your father, or barely even of your existence.

Last night, before he fell asleep, Telemachus promised to introduce the two of you to make ‘one big family.’ But how could you have a family with the replacement of your father?

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Telemachus placed your simple crown of golden leaves atop your head, smiling at nothing in particular.

Adjusting it one final time, he stopped. “There we go.” He kissed the top of your head, and smiled into your hair.

Unaware of your absolute numbness to the questions you dreaded the answers for.

Before he could pull back fully to take in your expression, his eagerness to greet you with both his parents took over him. Pulling gently at your hand to the door.

Only you noticed how your feet dragged.

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Somehow, the palace was entirely clean. Leaving no trace of the horrors you heard.

Not empty though. As Odysseus and Penelope sat in two chairs in the dining hall. Chatting softly about something you didn’t have the mind to care for.

Holding Telemachus’ hand, you barely could grip. He was the one keeping your hand in his, offering the support.

One should be nervous meeting a king? Or their lovers father? But not now, not when you needed to know.

“There you two are.” Penelope called you out of your trance, voice as maternal and sweet as it always had been.

And the kings eyes followed, looking at you and his son.

You could see clearly now, his tired expression from years of absence. Expression somehow happy, though worn from his own existence.

Only a blind person wouldn’t notice the way his eyes softened at the sight of his son. Especially when he was smiling at you with a lovestruck smile.

You adored that smile, he was such a puppy in his affection.

Right now though? It wasn’t of much importance.

“You must be…” He continued his introduction, saying things such as simple greetings and remarks of what his son mentioned about you the night prior.

Telemachus and Penelope nodded as they listened, even laughing a little when he blushed at the mention of how he was practicing gushing about you to his father.

But you stood there, staring. Pulling your hand to your side, and later meeting them infront of your stomach.

Eyes following every one of his movements. A king… a father at home.

“Is there anything my son didn’t mention, my lady?” He inquired, sharp eyes noticing your rigid stance and reluctance to join them at the table.

“I am the daughter of Polites.”

The words pulled out of you like lightening, untamed and sharp. Striking him into absolute silence.

As they left your lips, you stood tall even if your shoulders tried to betray you and shrink into your body. Feet fighting to stand steady.

As for Odysseus, he froze. Eyes gaining a quality of shock when they widened. His lips parted to speak, but closed as quickly as they opened.

And his lack of response was all you needed.

Your father was dead, and you were alone.

As quickly as your realized, so did Penelope and Telemachus. It hadn’t crossed their minds during their happiness.

Odysseus began to speak, trying to comfort you even if he felt no comfort in what had happened. “Polites, he-“

But before he could continue, you shook your head. “I do not wish to know.” And with that, you turned around and went back to your bedroom. Small steps turning into a full sprint once you were out of eyes view.

Leaving the family in the dining hall to sit in thoughtful silence.

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“My love?” A familiar voice called from outside the bedroom door, creaking it open to gain your attention.

You hummed, and he opened the door fully to see you in bed. Blankets up to your neck as you curled into yourself below the sheets. Eyes puffed red, and breath ragged from sobbing.

He sighed and came to your side, sitting beside you and petting your head. Letting his gentle fingers sooth you into better rest.

When you turned to face him, he laid down next to you and placed his hand on your waist. Fingers trailing over your side in reassurance.

“I don’t…” He started, but didn’t quite finish his sentence before turning it around. “Do you wanna talk about it?” He offered.

When you nodded, he let your head rest of his chest and his cheek press to the crown of your head.

“It’s not like I didn’t know. It’s always been a possibility.” You began. Letting his comfort reach you. “It’s just… knowing he’s gone. An idea of a man I’ll never know. A father I won’t get.”

“I mourn what could’ve been.”

He felt your tears wet his tunic, hands gripping him tightly in a full hug. All he could do was hold you back, and rub your sides to try and sooth you.

After minutes of only your soft sniffles and his gentle shushing, he began to speak.

“We can…” He paused. “We can start here. With us, as a family. Just like it’s been for years.” Smiling weakly, he pet your head again.

“But, now you have your father.” You retorted, unable to look at him so you settled for hiding your face in his chest.

He swallowed and pulled you closer. You could hear his breathing and heartbeat. “Well… I don’t know, my love. I’m sorry.”

The silence took over the room again, and the day froze. No birds, or crashing waves against the harbor. Not even the patter of rain or insistent beat of the sun. Just… life.

You couldn’t help but consider his words. An idea of family with him. Now, you truly did have nothing.

Not an idea to hang on for a man who you barely knew. But you knew Telemachus, loved him. Grown accustomed to the palace and its ways. Maybe Odysseus will be awkward at first, but who’s a better option if your father couldn’t be home.

Taking a deep breath, you pulled your head out from Telemachus’ chest and made eye contact. Glassy with tears, you stared at him.

“Home is wherever you are, Tele.”

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Question time, is my writing too short? I feel like I don’t know how to make it longer

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Telemachus x Apollo Blessed! Reader

Chapter Four

Masterlist

Prince Telemachus who is favored by Athena with a reader who's favored by Apollo. Both under the guidance of the god and goddess of wisdom and knowledge respectively. One a fierce warrior and the other a lovely musician. Yet complete opposites of their role when it comes to a peaceful artist and intimidating opponent.

Previously…

“Fine, I’ll go back.” Agreeing, a breath left your lips as you finally relaxed your decision.

…

“And~ maybe become his princess.”

“Apollo!”

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Staring out his window at the moonlight drifting on the ocean, Telemachus let his head fall against his forearm. Running his fingers through his hair with his free arm he tugged out the royal gold accessories it held, tossing it over to his bed.

Unable to handle the warmth that lived in his cheeks, like some kind of parasite that refused to fade from his face.

“Troubled?” A rich voice spoke from the wall of his room. Familiar in sound, with a tone of slight interest.

“Athena!” He yelped, head shooting out of his arm and up to the source of the sound. Moonlight allowing his cool eyes to scan the room for the woman.

“You can’t just sneak into my room.” Even at his protest, she just stood still when his eyes found her against the back wall of his room.

Calmly, she spoke with a simple expression. “I’ve been here the whole time.”

“Whole time?!?” His voice let out a bit louder than he intended, eyes widening at her admission. He quickly became quieter, shoulders shrinking into his chest. “…How long is the whole time?”

She responded matter of fact, looking him up and down in his vulnerable position. “Since you saw that musician girl.”

Once he heard her admission he looked away, down to his desk that held practice swords and notes of monsters from myths and legends.

“I know nothing about music.” He admitted, gesturing to his display of things that had nothing to do with art.

Athena hummed, not sparing a glance to his collection of weaponry. “That isn’t the reason you are troubled.”

Knowing he couldn’t lie to the literal goddess of wisdom, his head dropped and his gaze fell to his feet.

“Telemachus, you cannot let yourself be weakened because of a girl’s appearance. Bravery in showing up to your lesson shouldn’t be altered by that.” It wasn’t likely that Athena could understand, as a goddess that was known for an absolute lack of romance.

“It’s not just about looks!” He protested, crossing his arms. “Yeah… well she is pretty. But!” He paused, stopping before his voice got too defensive.

She looked unimpressed, waiting for his continuation as he tried to regain his composure.

“The way she was talking to the maids. How polite and kind she was.” As he recounted the earlier memories of that day, he sat on his bed, eyes looking out to the untamed ocean once more.

“She wasn’t boasting about her talent, or speaking to me like I’m some scary royal who demands everything.” As he went on, his hands began to fiddle with his arm brackets. Unable to sit still as he ranted.

“Oh! And that song I heard her play while she was waiting. It was the most beautiful thing I’ve ever heard.” Before he could continue, he tore his eyes from the water and looked at Athena. She was standing still, hands on her hips with eyes that held an expression he wasn’t familiar with.

If only he knew how much he sounded like his father, Odysseus, when he first heard of Penelope…

Telemachus quieted down, slowly leaning to lay his back on his bed. Pulling one of his pillows to his face.

“I’ll go.” He mumbled into the cloth, almost frustrated at how worked up he was over one meeting.

“Good.” Athena said, not able to shake the weird feeling of nostalgia out of her head, before turning into her owl form and leaving for the night.

Telemachus, left alone with his thoughts on how to prepare to talk to this girl he barely knew.

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You stood in front of the mountain side entrance of the palace, stone walls towering over you and your lyre.

Apollo wasn’t around, which was strange considering his usual teasing. Especially when you’re about to spend an hour with the cute prince boy of Ithaca.

‘Not cute. Just a prince.’ You reminded yourself, shaking your head before one of the maids came from around the garden section and greeted you.

“Right this way, my lady.” She smiled at you, waving her hand to the door before opening it and leading you into the hall.

Following behind her through the unfamiliar halls, you kept your gaze flickering around the walls to take in all you could.

It was quiet in this section, as the maid had mentioned in passing conversation. Apparently it was the most peaceful part of the place since only the royals and very special guests were allowed here.

It looked new, yet somehow untouched. Like it wasn’t truly lived in, just passed by.

When you made it to the room you had agreed to teach the prince in, that you had been in days before, it was empty.

Right after you, the queen, Penelope, entered the room.

“Is Telemachus here?” She asked the maid who guided you, frowning when she shook her head.

Her brows furrowed in thought, turning to face the door.

“I wouldn’t mind waiting.” You said, smiling politely at her in your offer. As quickly as you spoke she shook her head. She seemed calmed, not upset at her son, but rather frustrated at having to make a guest wait.

“No, my dear. We will find him.” It was an indirect order, and the maids with her and you left the room to search.

“You may do as you please, apologies.” She spoke to you, bowing her head before she left. Leaving you to your own devices.

So, with nothing but time and curiosity you walked out of the room and down the hall. Passing by maids checking the other rooms and windows giving you a view of the city.

Before you could get too distracted by the beautiful landscape, a noise caught your attention.

A soft clang of metal.

You had heard rumors of who stayed in the palace, but it was unlikely those spoken of “suitors” would be in the most private part of the palace.

Fearlessly, you turned the hall to the open landing off the balcony. Just to see the prince himself with a sword in hand panting softly while a rather roughed up looking training post stood in front of him.

He didn’t notice you, taking a break to cool off before he started to swing his sword again.

Before his arms could take part in their rotation to attack the post, he froze in place.

It was the same song he had heard yesterday, that same beautiful melody. And you sat on the balcony, strumming your lyre and staring at the sky as if you didn’t notice his presence.

Before he could call out to you, you looked down at him with a soft smile.

“Oh no, please don’t let me disturb you!” You called, waving your hand before returning to your song. Plucking the instrument with ease.

He was just staring up at you for a good ten seconds, letting his sword reside back in its sheath. “You’re very high up, my lady!” He choked out, finally, shaking his head to gain composure once more.

“Am I?” You questioned, mindlessly playing the lyre. “Maybe you’re just very down low.” Teasing, you went back to creating your music.

He bit his tongue, unable to create any kind of response to your joke. His only reaction was a slight flush to his cheeks.

“What song is that?” He asked, trying to steer the conversation away from his reddening face.

You shrugged, looking down at the golden instrument that your hands held at your stomach. “I’m not sure, but we can learn it in your lesson if you’d like. You can even help me name it.” Your voice was light and teasing, but he instantly tensed up.

“The lesson! Oh, where has the time gone?” He looked at his training post before walking over to the wall below the side you were on.

“It’s not an issue, my prince. It’s only a few minutes-“ Stopping, you couldn’t seem to speak.

He began to climb the vines on the stone wall that acted as a ladder to the balcony, a rather dangerous climb in the eyes of anyone not physically capable.

“What are you doing?!” You yelled, eyes widening as he continued his assent.

“You said you’re here to teach me, and this is the fastest way.” Speaking, he didn’t lose a single beat during his climb. “It’s not polite to make a lady wait.” He spoke matter-of-fact-ly, before eventually making it to your side.

He made his way onto the balcony next to you, smiling at you kindly.

“Are you crazy?” Pointing at him, and looking down at the place he just climbed, you couldn’t help but ask.

Looking embarrassed, he shrugged and his shoulders turned inwards a little.

Until you laughed. First, a small huff before a full giggle at his antics. Shocked and amused by his actions, you laughed.

And he thought it was the best sound ever, even better than the music from your lyre.

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Telemachus x Apollo! Blessed Reader

Chapter Three

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Prince Telemachus who is favored by Athena with a reader who's favored by Apollo. Both under the guidance of the god and goddess of wisdom and knowledge respectively. One a fierce warrior and the other a lovely musician. Yet complete opposites of their role when it comes to a peaceful artist and intimidating opponent.

Previously…

And you, you stood there with the lyre talking to the handmaiden. Unaware of the cute boy blushing in the next hall.

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Telemachus stood behind the stone pillar of the royal hallway, slightly viewing the doorway that you had just entered. Maids leaving off to another section.

When he saw you enter the room, and the coast clear, he snuck up to the door that blocked you in.

It was cracked open, enough for him to see the side of the room. It was known as one of the tallest rooms in the palace, in the quietest section.

Beautiful stone walls with wide windows that showed the sunshine as it played on air.

And you sat in the middle of his view, back against the wall as you looked around the place with an expression of curiosity. Eyes wide to take in all around you.

Looking gentle, as if the sun itself was coating over you and glowing so only you could be seen.

Laying in your lap was a golden lyre, looking almost out of place in the barren interior of furniture and decoration inside the room.

But one thing did fit with the style of the lyre to him, you.

The way your shoulders relaxed at the notion of solitude, lips parting to let out a hum of determination before you fiddled with the instrument.

Creating notes of a melody with ease, nimble fingers working to pick and pull for the loveliest sounds.

If it was possible, he would’ve thought the gods themselves were playing the music just for you, and he was simply seeing a goddess in front of him.

Apollo be damned, that song. He had to know who you are-

“Telemachus?” A woman’s voice called out, causing him to tense at the shoulders and whip his head around.

“Mom?!” He asked, stepping away from the door as he tried to control his heartbeat.

“You must’ve heard the music.” She pointed to the door to the room you were in, still playing a song that drifted throughout the palace halls.

“Yeah… the song.” Nodding, he bit his tongue to not admit he was just wondering who the pretty girl was.

“Well, I was going to find you. Let’s head inside.” Placing her hand on his shoulder, she gestured him into the room. The maid behind her followed them.

He froze. “Inside? Why?” His voice went higher than normal and he planted himself in place.

“You are to meet her. She’ll be your music teacher.”

Oh.

Telemachus felt his stomach drop, like it was swirling with some feeling of something. Something he didn’t quite understand.

He was definitely nervous, but not the kind of nervous that made him restless whenever he was near the suitors or talking with other royals.

No, something else.

Before he could contemplate too much, his mother was pulling him inside the room where you were.

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Here he was, the boy you had expected to meet for the last few days. Standing directly in front of you.

All the princes you’d seen in years of traveling Greece for music were often… nothing but a prince. A sense of ownership from some rooted entitlement.

Wearing the most blinding pieces of metal, which was best as to not have to look at their faces from the lights glare. Even if handsome, they held utter disinterest or overwhelming smugness that ruined their demeanor.

All nothing but boys trying to be the men they weren’t, in their lack of any reminding qualities.

Each prince of Greece you had seen had been the same… until now.

Telemachus of Ithaca. “Son to the great Odysseus” was all you had heard from the locals and a few handmaids.

Face to face with royalty. He was so much more than just the son of a warrior.

“Hello, it is lovely to meet you.”

Oh gods, his voice was just as sweet as his face, which seemed impossible with his fluttery eyelashes and tan skin. Low enough to soothe your ears with an absolutely adorable tenor that made it seem impossible to not want to hear again.

He stood in front of you, bowing his head as some hair waved forward to cover his forehead. When he saw the hair, his eyes widened and his lips parted before he quickly brushed it back to regain his composure.

They were a lovely blue, his eyes. And when they met yours you knew they were the kindest eyes you’d ever seen.

And he was tall… his chiton showing off arms strength. Yet he didn’t seem hostile in the slightest, refusing to let that strength be seen as anything but muscle.

Really toned, tan arms…

Damn it! You should probably respond to his greeting!

“It’s lovely to meet you as well, my prince.” You spoke clearly, focusing on your tone so none of it was too quick or too high.

When had you started to care so much?

Though, it wasn’t only you. None the wiser were you to your apparent charms.

Telemachus was thinking the same thing, keeping his arms strictly at his sides to avoid looking awkward, fixing his hair every move, focusing on each word that he would say and practicing the lines in his head.

“As a prince, it is important you have many skills.” The queen spoke, pointing at the lyre. “This will build a good habit of learning things quickly.”

Her advice wasn’t wrong, in fact it made good sense. But both of you were too caught up in how the other was in front of you to respond.

She held back a smile at your fickle eye contact, noticing every one of her son's movements.

“You’ll start your first lesson this week.” Penelope spoke, nodding in conformation at you and Telemachus.

“Of course.” The words came out fast, pulling you out of whatever weird trance you were stuck in. You agreed, bowing your head before one of the maids gently tapped you to the exit.

Unable to face the prince again, you simply turned and made strides to the door with your eyes steady ahead. ‘Step one, right foot. Step two…’

Right before you left, you saw a familiar sun god watching in his invisible state smiling at you smugly. Oh no…

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“I’m no Aphrodite.” Apollo spoke, hanging from your bedroom window sill as you sat in bed with your lyre, hopelessly fidgeting with the strings. Half ready to push your head into the pillow and wish the night away.

He adjusted in his makeshift seat and pointed to his chin in mock thought. “Although-” Before he could continue a noise interjected of one of the lyre’s strings breaking. Snapping under your contortion and flinging to a curl at its base.

“Woah now, you can’t tune it too tightly.” He laughed as you fumbled to fix it. Hands restless as your fingers worked while you tried to ignore everything but the instrument.

Eventually your arms stilled, coming into your lap as the snapped string flopped onto the bed in defeat.

“I can’t go back.” You spoke, eyes closed as your chest rose with air filling it fully.

Apollo sat up straight, platinum like hair swooshing as he scurried to sit beside you.

“You have to go back!” He called, pushed the lyre back into your lap. Feeling the weight of him dip the bed you opened your eyes and looked to the ceiling.

“No, I don’t. He’s a prince, and has more important things to do than music.” Mumbling, you began to push away the lyre again, but before you could Apollo fixed the string and let out a strum across the row.

“More important than music? You’re saying that to me?” He teased, beginning to fiddle with the instrument on his own. The song was undoubtedly beautiful, but you could tell something was off.

“Play that string twice, it’s not counting right within the melody.” Pointing at the string, he noticed your judgement and listened. Playing the note and nodding as the music sounded correct.

“You know, you can show him this, let him be something more than just a prince. It’s your gift.” He spoke, giving you back the tool.

“That was really smart…” You strummed the low section of the strings in contemplation. “Fine, I’ll go back.” Agreeing, a breath left your lips as you finally relaxed your decision.

…

“And~ maybe become his princess.”

“Apollo!”

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Platonic! Odysseus after he returned home becoming close with his son Telemachus’ lover. A silent understanding between them that is hidden from the gentle hearts of Telemachus and Penelope.

Both realizing they’ve done terrible things for their the sake of their family.

Sitting on one of the beach’s of Ithaca is the king, alone, reflecting on the last 20 years. Comrades dead at his hand, gods begging for forgiveness. Until you walk up, the one betrothed to his son.

Eyes cold and hard, just like his. Shaped from the world you’ve grown up in, and you sit next to him quietly. A look of a survivor. Waving crashing on the rocks, you both look out in the ruthless sea.

“Do I look like a monster to you?” Your voice calls out, above the battering of water and rock. Steady and smooth.

“We all do.” Odysseus replies. “But when you’re in love…does it really matter?” For now he is not the king, or a great warrior, or some viscous murderer. But instead your father in law, a man who did what was best for his family. A man who has the same values as you.

You may both be “monsters,” but at least you’re doing it for the same people

an- okay this one was stupid, sorry

[jackiepackiee]

Can I request for a Telemachus x fem reader fluff? Like after the Ithaca saga they just cuddle and rest together after the fight :))

an- just a short one shot, request if yall want anymore!

“My love?” The same gentle voice you’ve heard time and time before called out. Out in the hall, echoing from the tall ceilings and pillars. Beating the breeze of the cold night.

Followed by a knock at your bedroom door the most tame thing you’d heard all night.

Only minutes before all you had been able to hear were blood curdling screams that ripped through throats so hard they took away their ability to speak. Cries of pain and fear from men who terrorized the palace.

Then silence.

Drops of blood so loud they could be heard as it poured from dead men’s wounds onto the still stone.

For minutes you had no idea who was dying. Who would be able to recognize their lovers scream of death when all you’ve heard is sweet nothings? You really didn’t have any idea if Telemachus was returned from his diplomatic mission.

But now, he was back.

You jumped out from under your blanket and raced to the door, taking away the barricades of chairs you put up when you first heard the fighting and swinging it open.

Telemachus stood there, arms at his side as he waited patiently.

He looked… accomplished.

Eyes filled with an undeniable relief. Never as tense as he once was around the bastards who overtook his home.

Sure, he was tired. Covered in the blood of enemies slain, sword no longer on his person. One could only imagine what that weapon had done.

It was simply him, standing there after completing something as heroic as protecting his family.

You couldn’t help but choke on your words. “Are you hurt?” Finally spilled from your lips. You pulled yourself back, unable to embrace him in a hug as you wished to. Not wanting to hurt him anymore if he was injured, seeing the red across his body.

All he did was shake his head, chest deflating from its position as a sigh left his lips.

“It’s over, I’m okay.” Before he could assure you anymore, you threw your arms around his shoulders.

He was stiff at first, feeling the blood soak from his clothes to clean skin. But soon he hugged you back, hands grabbing your waist and holding you in his chest. Fingers wrapping around your smooth dress with a gentle possession.

“My father is back.” He whispered into your hair, words foreign on his tongue.

As quickly as he spoke you pulled back, eyes meeting his with a strange glow. “That’s… Tele that’s wonderful!”

Unable to contain either of your smiles, he kissed your forehead. “I’ll have you meet him soon. After tonight.” Brushing your cheek with his thumb, he pulled away from you.

When he pulled away you reached back.

“It’s okay, I just need to change.” He huffed, a slight laugh at your behavior.

However his laugh was quickly snuffed out as you pulled him by his wrist into your room. Walking over to the basket of clothes you had and pulling out one of his chitons he had left.

A smile reached his eyes, but not his mouth. Not able to recognize the feeling of comfort he never had.

He didn’t blush as he usually did when you touched him. Even as your gentle fingers moved his clothes down his shoulders and off his body, he didn’t flinch. Eyes watching your every movement as you worked to remove the tattered fabric. Skin ghosting over his with such care.

Not until you put on his fresh new clothes did he move. He pulled you closer, pressing his lips against yours.

Not shyly, or with the passion he sometimes gave.

No, only a kiss that belonged in the moment. Comforting to prove that this was actually real.

“You must be exhausted.” You spoke when he pulled away, brushing his hair out of his face. Not at all startled by his kiss.

Without room protest, you pulled him to lay together in bed. Blankets resting over your hips as he tugged them over the two of you.

He hesitated before letting his neck let go of its tension and head rest against your pillow. Arms reaching to rest on your hips.

“My love, you deserve an explanation.” His thumb ran circles on your skin.

“No.” You retorted. “I don’t wanna know, not right now. Now is for us.” Nodding, you nuzzled into his chest and took in his warmth.

He tensed, but his body couldn’t deny the lovely feeling of having you close.

“Aren’t you scared of me?” He whispered, not able to meet your eyes.

“Scared?” You questioned. “You saved everyone here from those men.” You kissed his jaw before letting your head rest fully in his chest.

Arms wrapping around his body, feeling his muscles relax and his heartbeat moved in a steady rhythm.

He let his face rest against your head, nuzzling his cheek into you as his grip became more confident in holding you.

“For you? I’d do it 1000 times over.”

[jackiepackiee]

hi there! I was wondering if you could do some hcs about telemachus x reader where she’s a demigod daughter of poseidon? And shes not close with her dad at all bc he’s absent n everything but hes just sorta nervous? Or maybe he isnt nervous but when ody gets back he sorta freaks out? Whatever works for you hun xx

Telemachus x Poseidon Daughter! Reader

An- apologies, I’m not too proud of this one… if you want anything else about this just ask! @sunshinewhosketches

I’d say pretty confidently there are three levels of timespans of your relationship

That being meeting, dating before his dad returns, and after Odysseus’ return

Meeting

Now Telemachus is no strangers to gods. He’s a bit of a nerd… studying all the great tales of the sky, ocean, underworld, etc

And obviously he is close with Athena, he’d consider her one of the closest people in his life

But that’s the only god he really knows as in a personal way, not to mention Athena came to him so he wasn’t actively trying to win over anyone

That being said, it’s most likely that he meets you through Athena

One day you overheard the goddess of war and wisdom speaking of her new mentee with Hermes and you were more than interested

It’s not often that she speaks so fondly of anyone, especially men, so this boy had to be good!

Anyways, it’s not like you knew of his father yet (it’s likely during this time you first hear of him that Poseidon and Odysseus are having their fights)

So you followed Athena one day to meet the boy, just planning to watch from afar

As a demigod you couldn’t exactly make yourself invisible like true gods, so you hid in the water in one of the beach pools of Ithaca while he trained

But he’s very intelligent and soon sees you poking up from the rocks at the waters edge

Now he’s incredibly flustered, not knowing who you are or your intentions

So Athena has to tell him to calm down before you can talk

Sure, she’s against romance, but it wouldn’t hurt for her warrior to have a demigod on his side

And when he finds out your Poseidon’s daughter?

Yeah, he’s shocked

Not because he’s scared, but because “gods are such strong beings supposed to be so beautiful?!?”

You’re there, skin sparkling from the water looking like you emerged from the depths of the ocean

He’s immediately very polite, not daring to say anything to offend you

After all, your father is known for drowning his enemies for a small wrongdoing

But he sees your face and can’t bring himself to be anything but a stuttering mess who blushes lightly

Before Odysseus

When you two are dating things are more or less… crazy

The most obvious issue is the suitors

Now he’s tempted to say to them that, “yeah, I’m dating a demigod so don’t mess with them or my mother”

But he’s no idiot

He knows this would put you in danger, so instead you two usually meet at the rivers and beaches of Ithaca

Anyways, he loves getting out of the palace and exploring his kingdom with you

Although he knows you’d protect him, he likes to be the one protecting you

He feels strong knowing a literal demigod is trusting him with their safety

Your favorite pass time together is sailing, since he isn’t afraid of you getting caught in the water because he knows you can swim well lol

He looks so so so good with slightly wet hair, muscular arms shown off as he hums lowly and pulls at the ropes of the ship

But don’t tell him that! He’ll blush and lie that it’s a bad sunburn

Now he doesn’t know of his father and your fathers feud, so you two have little to fear

Well… kinda

He’s never known a demigod, nevertheless been in love with the daughter of an incredibly dangerous god

So he’s extra polite to you (he would be anyways, because he loves you) and never goes into the water without you

I’m not going to assume what type of abilities you have, but whatever it be he’s very very proud

When you show him he looks at you in awe before hugging you like an excited little kid

“Do it again!” Yeah, who can say no to him?

You two mainly share gentle kisses after long days of adventures, and you always splash him with some water when you get shy from his affection

After Odysseus

Definition of… “oh sh-“

Now Odysseus is a kind man, despite his change after his odyssey

So he won’t be rude to you

In fact he likely won’t know for a while since… everyone has a lifetime of catching up to do

So it isn’t until you see Telemachus come into your bedroom with a panicked expression that issues arise

Now he’s a sweet sweet boy, and he lies

He tells you he’s just feeling ill and needs to lie down

In actuality his dad was telling him about his journey and started talking about the absolute hatred him and Poseidon had for each other

Telemachus goes pale.

He’s so scared two of the people he loves most won’t get along!

So he doesn’t tell you while he figures it out

And by figuring it out I mean having a “tummy ache” because he’s so nervous

To be fair he didn’t know you didn’t care for your dad as you never brought him up

It was a touchy subject for both of you, but now that he has his dad he’s aware of how quiet you are on the subject

Everything is okay to him until he sees you and his dad talking while you help him fix a boat by going underwater and poor bby let’s the secrets fly

Since he sees you underwater he assumes his dad knows

“I’m so sorry father! I know you hate Poseidon but she’s so lovely and I’m not willing to give her up even if you have fought him.”

Which just confuses the two of you until you look at one another and realize

Now both you and Odysseus love Telemachus, and don’t like Poseidon, so what is there to fight about?

Telemachus just holds your hand, waiting for his fathers reaction

But all he does is nod and carry on

To be fair, he owes you for protecting his family while he’s been gone

After that Telemachus is less nervous

Now the only thing that gets him going in a flustered stutter is when his mom says “I’ve never thought you’d marry a demigod” and I maid squeals “when is the wedding”

No, Poseidon and Odysseus aren’t going to get along for your sake