After Odysseus managed to get his two companions back on the ship after the whole lotus eaters fiasco. He has told them what they had found out and ordered to set sail towards the west unti they find a cave.
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The day turned into night, and y/n hadn’t been able to sleep like most nights.
She sat at the front of the ship looking into the night sky while a woman with.. unidentifiable features but her red hair stood out the most, she was seated near her although her back was to the front and was talking to the h/c girl.
“My dear, you have to rest your eyes at least once, it’s not heathy, you’ll end up getting hurt” she had tried to convince her with a soft caring tone, but the girl just hummed at her.
She sighed and tried again “my child.. what if you are needed and you won’t be able to function properly without sleep or at least resting your eyes..” she stated with concern laced in her voice “mother.. I-“ just as she was about to reply a voice cut her-
“Y/n?” A man’s voice questioned behind her, before turning to him she looked to the space next to her that was preoccupied with the woman.. but she is no longer there.
She had turned around to face the man and it was… Eurylochus!
“By the gods kid…” he muttered under his breath rubbing his eyes with one of his hands while the other was preoccupied with the candle light
“Why are you awake at this hour?” He questioned her looking her dead in the eyes, she just shrugged at him and turned around to face the ocean.
He sighed and sat next to her where the woman was once preoccupying the space and put the candle between them.
“You know…” he started talking “I haven’t told you about my wife haven’t I ?” She shook her head and he reached into a space in his chiton “this is her ..” she took the paper out of his hand and opened it.
The woman was simply.. beautiful. She had short, wavy brown hair, her eyes brown, her face a bit round with a mole under her left eye and a warm soft smile.
“She seems.. soft” you said in a low voice. Eurylochus was shocked for a moment but recovered quickly
“My ctimene..”he had introduced her “getting an artist to draw her was pretty expensive but it was worth everything..” he sighed dreamily staring off into the ocean “oh I would anything to get back to her” she had handed him back the drawing and he was staring at it, with a loving gaze.
“at the time, we were planning on having kids, before the war had happened. Little playmates for Telemachus” he chuckled a bit “having our little us running around causing chaos, with her mischievousness of course. That would be a dream come true” he folded the paper and put it back to where it was.
He stood up taking the candle “kid, I told you this because I know your father is back in Ithaca waiting for your safe return,”he started, she looked at him paying attention “therefore he doesn’t want you to die bc you didn’t get enough sleep and lost focus.”he put his hand out for her to take.
“….” She stared at his hand for a moment and thought about he had said and her mother, she decided to take it and he helped her up.
“Don’t let me catch you awake at this late time, or else I’m telling polites” he threatened her, she snickered a bit waving goodbye to him and heading to her shared room with her captain.
As he didn’t trust anyone with her— maybe Eurylochus and polites but they already share a room.
Now the cave is near and the food awaits them…
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Note : would anyone mind if I change y/n to another name? Or would you all still prefer y/n?
Odysseus stood watching his best friend and his friend speaking with the lotus eaters.. perhaps to get more information or just gushing over them for a bit. He’ll let them relax Before they head back to the crew.
As he was watching he felt the air shift around him, it got a bit cooler and time seems to have slown a bit as well.
She is here. His mentor.
Athena.
“Have you forgotten all the lessons I taught you?” She asked him from behind, he turned to face” her and smiled upon her arrival “Athena!”
“Have you forgotten to turn off your heart?” She asked circling him “this is not you” he looked at her uneasy while thinking about what had just transpired with polites and y/n
“Let me remind you” she waved her hand and they had travelled to the past, to their first meeting.
“I had a challenge, a test of skill” as she showed an illusion of a boar “a magic boar only the best could kill” the small illusion ran in front of Odysseus
“One day a boy came for the thrill” as she showed another illusion of a little boy who looked Similar to Odysseus “a boy whose mind rivaled the boar’s own will” as the illusions show how Odysseus trapped the boar by a simple yet effective trap. Who would have thought that the young king would manage to capture it?
Athena and the old Odysseus stood far, as the young Odysseus was walking along the roads and suddenly stopped
“Show yourself” he said without turning “I know you’re watching me, show yourself.” He said turning around looking for something..
“I can see you” he stared up.. somewhere in the tree where he felt a shift and there was.. an owl.. hmmm.. what a peculiar thing..
“How can you see through my spell?” She had asked him flying towards him “Haha! I was lying and you fell for my bluff!” He looked at her knowingly with a cocky smile, she didn’t transform yet still flying in front of him
“Well done, enlighten me.. what’s your name?” She had asked him “you first and maybe I’ll do the same” she flew a bit higher than him “nice try, but two can play this game”
He let out a laugh “Nah, don’t be modest, so let’s be honest!” He made finger guns at her “YOU'RE ATHENA!” At that moment she had transforme to her armored form, no longer an owl “BADASS IN THE ARENA!” He made some air punches as if he is fighting someone “Unmatched, witty, and queen of the best strategies we've seen” he stepped back and opened his hand towards her as if he is introducing her
She sighed. Then began to talk “If you're looking for a mentor, I'll make sure your time is well spent” she had offered him. Odysseus at the moment seemed as if he would from this golden opportunity “Goddess and man, Bestest of friends” he put his hand up for a high five, Athena had stared weirdly at it then “we’ll see where it ends” she had said ignoring him walking around him Odysseus sweat dropped and high fives his own hand “Okay—“ and went to follow her
She had brought him back to the present and it did seem as if the time has stopped because both his ‘left hand man’ and the ‘soldier he trained’ were still with the stupid fluffy things.
“You are a warrior of the mind” she had reminded him of what his purpose was before disappearing
“Don’t disappoint me…”
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Little skit :
Polites : please-
Odysseus : no
Polites : but look at themmmm— they are so adorable and they could bring the crew’s moral too!
Odysseus : polites, we can’t take them away from their homes- WE DONT EVEN KNOW HOW TO TAKE CARE OF THEM—
Polites : we’ll figure it out! Just look at y/n!
*y/n now between all the lotus eaters almost asleep comfortably- as if sleeping in a cloud*
Odysseus : …………..
*cue to Odysseus carrying them back on his shoulders like sacs of potatoes all the way to their ship*
The battle raged around them, but for Telemachus and Raphael, the world had narrowed to just the two of them. Swords clashed in a violent symphony, sparks flying with every brutal strike. Telemachus was relentless, his rage fueling his every move, years of grief, anger, and desperation unleashed in a flurry of savage blows. Raphael, usually composed, was on the defensive, barely able to parry against the sheer force behind Telemachus’ attacks.
“You stole my wife,” Telemachus growled, swinging his blade in a vicious arc. Raphael barely dodged in time, staggering back.
“You abandoned her,” Raphael snapped, countering with a sharp thrust. Telemachus knocked it aside with ease, his next strike sending Raphael crashing against a pillar. Blood dripped from his lip, but he still managed to smirk. “You left her, and I picked up the pieces. She’s mine now, Telemachus. You lost.”
Telemachus saw red.
With a snarl, he lunged, slamming Raphael to the ground, his knee pressing into the man’s chest. His sword hovered inches from Raphael’s throat, the tip biting into his skin just enough to draw blood. Raphael gritted his teeth, trying to push him off, but Telemachus was stronger. He pressed down harder, watching as Raphael struggled beneath him.
It would be so easy to end it.
One final push. One final strike.
And yet—y/n.
Her name surged through his mind like a firebrand, her face flashing before him. She was here, somewhere in this damned palace, waiting—maybe hoping—praying that he would come for her.
His grip faltered. Raphael choked out a laugh, sensing the hesitation. “Go ahead,” he rasped, blood dribbling from the corner of his mouth. “Kill me. But you’re too late, Telemachus. You’ll always be too late.” Telemachus’ breath came fast and ragged. He should have done it. He should have slit Raphael’s throat right there and then, watched the life drain from his arrogant eyes.
Instead, he let go. He pushed off, leaving Raphael coughing and bleeding on the marble floor, too wounded to stand.
There was no time.
Y/n.
Telemachus turned and ran.
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She sat curled on the floor of her chamber, her arms wrapped tightly around Phebie, who sobbed into her chest. The little girl trembled, clutching onto her mother’s chiton with tiny, desperate fingers. The room was dimly lit by the flickering oil lamp, casting long shadows across the walls as the distant echoes of battle rang through the palace.
Pandora’s mind was spinning. Where was Adonis? She had seen him earlier with his father, but then the chaos erupted, and now—now she didn’t know. Her heart clenched with panic, her throat tightening as she rocked Phebie gently, trying to soothe her cries while struggling to suppress her own. Then she heard it—heavy footsteps approaching the chamber.
Her breath hitched.
The door creaked open. A tall figure loomed in the doorway, clad in bronze armor, his helmet casting a shadow over his face. The lamplight reflected off the smooth metal, making him appear almost otherworldly.
Her body locked up. She tightened her hold on Phebie, pressing the child protectively against her chest as terror consumed her. “Please,” she choked out, her voice barely above a whisper. “Please, spare us.” The armored figure froze.For a moment, there was only silence. Then, slowly, he reached up and removed his helmet. Dark curls tumbled free. Sharp, familiar features were illuminated by the dim glow of the lamp. Her breath caught in her throat.
It was him.
Telemachus.
Her eyes widened in disbelief, her grip on Phebie slackening for just a moment. Telemachus stood before her, battle-worn and weary, but undeniably real. His face was lined with something raw—something broken. He had heard her plea. He had seen the fear in her eyes. And it shattered him.
Telemachus took a slow step forward, then another, before lowering himself onto one knee before her. His movements were careful, deliberate—like approaching a wounded animal that might bolt at any sudden motion. His eyes, dark with emotion, softened as he took in the sight of her: trembling, clutching Phebie as if she were her last tether to reality, her cheeks streaked with silent tears.
“My love,” he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. She flinched slightly, her breath coming in ragged gasps. He could see it—she was terrified, not of him, but of what he represented. She had spent years trapped in another man’s world, another man’s arms, and now, as she stared at Telemachus, she looked as if she couldn’t tell if she were dreaming or waking into another nightmare.
Gently, so gently, he reached out, his fingers ghosting over her arm before finally making contact. She tensed under his touch, but he didn’t pull away. Instead, he let his thumb brush over her skin, slow and warm, as if to remind her that he was real—that he was here.
“It’s me,” he said, voice breaking slightly. “I’m here, y/n. I found you.” Her lower lip quivered. More tears welled up, slipping down her cheeks in silent streams. She shook her head as if denying it, as if trying to reject the hope that threatened to bloom in her chest. Telemachus moved closer, wrapping an arm around her, guiding her into his embrace. She didn’t resist. She collapsed into him, her body wracked with quiet sobs as she buried her face into the curve of his neck.
“I’m so sorry,” he murmured, holding her like she was the most fragile thing in the world. His lips pressed against the crown of her head, then her temple, then her tear streaked cheek. He kissed her with aching tenderness, his fingers stroking through her tangled hair, whispering reassurances that he wasn’t going to let her go again.
She wept into him, gripping onto him with desperate fingers, clinging to the warmth, the familiarity, the safety. For the first time in years, she wasn’t alone. She burrowed into Telemachus’ neck, her fingers clutching the fabric of his armor as though he might disappear if she let go. His warmth surrounded her, grounding her in a way she hadn’t felt in years. The scent of him—salt, sweat, and battle—was familiar, painfully so. It brought back memories of long-forgotten safety, of nights spent in his arms before the world tore them apart.
Telemachus held her just as tightly, one hand cradling the back of her head, the other resting carefully against her back. But even as relief flooded through him at having her in his arms again, a dreadful thought gnawed at the edge of his mind. He pulled back just enough to look at her, brushing a few strands of hair from her tear-streaked face. His brow furrowed as his gaze flickered down to the small child she was clutching protectively. A little girl. Small, fragile, with dark curls and wide, frightened eyes.
His stomach twisted.
“Y/n,” he murmured, his voice low and cautious, “where is Adonis?” She stiffened against him, her breath hitching. Her grip on Phebie tightened.
“I… I don’t know,” she whispered. It wasn’t a lie—she truly didn’t know where Raphael had taken him in the chaos. But the weight of guilt settled heavily in her chest. She should have fought harder to find him, to keep him by her side. Telemachus’ jaw clenched, his fingers pressing gently into her arms as if searching for the truth in her trembling form.
“And…” He hesitated, glancing down at the child in her arms. “Who is this?” She swallowed thickly, her arms instinctively drawing Phebie closer.
“She’s mine,” she said simply. It wasn’t a lie. But it wasn’t the answer he was asking for, either. Telemachus stared at her for a long moment, searching her face. Searching for something—anything—that would explain why she suddenly looked so much smaller, why she seemed to be holding something back.
But now wasn’t the time. He exhaled sharply, pressing another kiss to her forehead before pulling her tightly to his chest once more. “Then we’ll find Adonis,” he promised, voice firm. “We’ll find him, and I’ll take you both home.”
She swallowed back the lump in her throat, pressing her face into his shoulder. She wished it were that simple.
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Adonis ran, his breath coming in ragged sobs, his small legs barely keeping up with the chaos that surrounded him. The battlefield was nearly silent now, save for the occasional groan of the dying and the crackling of fires licking at ruined banners. The stench of blood and smoke filled his lungs, but none of it mattered.
His father was dead.
He had seen it. A stranger—faceless in the dim torchlight—had driven a blade straight into Raphael’s side. Adonis had screamed, but no one had stopped. No one had listened. And then his father fell, his body crumpling against the marble steps of the palace. Now, his only thought was finding his mother and Phebie. He sprinted toward the palace, his heart hammering against his ribs. But as he neared the entrance, his breath caught in his throat.
The “man” from before—the one who had taken everything from him—was standing there, holding his mother. His mother, crying and pressed against the stranger’s chest. His little sister, clinging to her. Adonis’ small hands curled into fists. His chest heaved. His vision blurred with a mix of fury and grief. His father was gone, and now this man—this invader—was taking his mother and sister, too.
No.
His eyes darted to the ground, to the bodies of the fallen, to the discarded weapons scattered around. His hands grasped the hilt of a heavy sword, the metal slick with blood, and he lifted it with all the strength his small frame could muster. “Let them go!” he shouted, his voice cracking from the rawness of his throat. His entire body trembled, but he held the blade aloft, his stance wild and desperate.
The moment the words left his mouth, Telemachus’ entire body stiffened. That voice. His breath caught, and he slowly turned to face the boy. His heart lurched, his mind barely processing what he was seeing. The boy standing before him, sword in hand, was small but fierce. His dark hair was matted with sweat, his face streaked with dirt and tears. His hands trembled against the weight of the sword, his arms straining to keep it steady.
But his face—Gods, his face.
Telemachus felt his knees weaken. It was his own face staring back at him. Younger, softer, but unmistakable. His son. “Adonis,” Telemachus breathed, barely able to hear himself over the pounding of his own heart.
But the boy didn’t lower his sword. He only glared at him with the fire of a child who had just lost his world. A child who had no idea that the man he was threatening to kill was the father he had never known. Adonis’ grip on the sword tightened, his entire body trembling as he took a step closer, glaring up at Telemachus with pure, unfiltered rage.
“You’re lying!” he shouted, his voice hoarse and raw. “You’re not my father! My father is dead! You killed him!” His small chest heaved with every word, fury and grief tangled together in his eyes. “Let go of my mother and sister! You don’t belong here!”
Telemachus took a careful step forward, hands raised in an attempt to calm him. “Adonis, listen to me—”
“Shut up!” Adonis screamed, lifting the sword again despite the way it wobbled in his grip. “You’re a liar! My father loved us! My father protected us! You’re just some—some monster!” Telemachus’ heart twisted painfully, but before he could say anything, there was a sharp thwack.
Adonis’ body jerked forward slightly, his furious expression slipping into something dazed and confused. His lips parted as if to say something else, but his knees buckled beneath him, and he collapsed face first onto the bloodied stone. She gasped loudly, her arms instinctively tightening around Phebie as she took a stumbling step forward. “No!”
Telemachus turned sharply, rage flooding his body. Behind Adonis, standing with a smug, satisfied smirk, was Eurymachus. The handle of his sword—used to strike the boy—rested lazily in his hand as he nudged Adonis’ unconscious body with his foot. “There. Problem solved,” Eurymachus drawled, as if he had just handled a particularly annoying pest rather than an enraged, grieving child. “Gods, I thought he’d never shut up—”
Telemachus was on him in an instant. With a furious snarl, he grabbed Eurymachus by the collar and shoved him back against the nearest wall. The impact rattled the stone, Eurymachus’ cocky expression quickly twisting into one of shock as Telemachus pressed his forearm hard against his throat.
“What the fuck did you just do?” Telemachus growled, his voice shaking with rage.
Eurymachus let out a choked laugh, trying to shove Telemachus off. “Relax,” he coughed. “I just knocked the little brat out. It’s not like I killed him—”
Telemachus slammed him back harder. “Don’t call him that.” His breathing was ragged, his grip tightening as his mind raced. “You hit my son.”
“Oh, now he’s your son?” Eurymachus taunted, still smirking despite the pressure against his windpipe. “You sure he even wants to be?” That nearly made Telemachus snap—but before he could do something he’d regret, a weak voice cut through the tension.
“Stop it,” she whispered.
Telemachus turned his head slightly, still pinning Eurymachus against the wall. She had fallen to her knees beside Adonis, gently brushing the dark curls from his face. He was breathing, his chest rising and falling steadily, but he looked so small lying there, his little hands still twitching as if trying to fight even in unconsciousness.
“Please,” she said again, this time looking up at Telemachus with tired, glassy eyes. “Just… fighting for now.” Telemachus let out a sharp breath, then, with one last glare, released Eurymachus, who let out an exaggerated cough and rubbed his throat.
“Fine, fine, whatever,” Eurymachus muttered. “You’re so sensitive.” But Telemachus wasn’t listening anymore. His eyes were back on Adonis, on his wife, on the fractured family before him.
And for the first time since this war had begun… he had no idea what to do next.
Rough draft but uh.. I'm bored in class so here's a smiling Pandora which I may or may not draw in full detail and render soon 😔 (love your writing sm ahhh keep up the great work 💕)
Author’s note : there are some implications per se to future events! Have fun lovely readers
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“Come on sunshine!” Polties called out to you while you were picking up the weapon that Ares gifted you. It was the first ever gift you received. It had.. special abilities
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The two men were walking at the front while she was trailing behind them surveying their surroundings, tense and calculated. Trees and long bushes around them, it looks eery but that’s not what polties thought.
“You can relax, my friends” he stared “huh?” Odysseus looked at him confused same with y/n, polties swung his arms around their shoulders “I can tell you’re getting nervous, so do yourself a service and try to relax my friends!” Odysseus shrugged his arm off of him “I’m fine, polties” he replied and kept walking, polties grabbed your hand and went after him.
“Look at all we have been through! We will survive what we get into” he tried to ease their worries. He let go of your hand and went around Odysseus “I know your tired of the war and bloodshed” he continued with his attempt with concerned swimming in his eyes “tell me is this how we’re supposed to live?” He crossed his arms and sighed.
“Look at how you grip your sword,” he points at his hand- almost turning white from tight his grip is “why should we take when we could give ?” He continued looking at the both of you this time “you can show a person that you can trust them” he took Odysseus’ hand and jumped in a pond of water laughing while Odysseus yelped“give it a try it’s not that hard!” He turned to look at him excitedly like a puppy.
Y/n just sighed looking at them from afar grateful to not be thrown in the water with them “I’m telling you,” he pointed at the both of you as you neared the pond “this life is amazing when you greet it with open arms”he told them once again while you helped them get out of the water.
He continued to convince them all the way while Odysseus payed him attention you were listening half-heartedly the suddenly-!
“Welcome!” A bunch of.. fluffy things? were surrounding you three “stay back” Odysseus warned them pulling polties behind him and you got into stance beside your captain pulling your sword out “We’re only here for food” he continued carefully “Food” they repeated after him and got a bit close “stay back I’m warning you!” He warned them again while pointing his sword at them
But the fluffy things replied “food num num num” while some of them are squirming behind “if we don’t get back safely my men will turn this place into blazes” he had threatened in case they try something but “here you go!” .. they actually gave them fruit!
One of them approached you giving you some fruit, You lowered your sword but didn’t let your guard down. You took a look at the fruit examining it while polties was talking about this life and how to think positively.
You cut open the fruit and took a look inside it.
Huh.. the seeds are glowing and is if thinking the same thing “but look at the way this fruit is glowing and it’s filled with glowing seeds” Odysseus showed him “it took me a while to notice just what kind of fruit they eat” he looked at the fluff nuzzling you hands as you were petting it “it’s a lotus, it controls your mind and never lets you free” he handed back the fruit to the ‘lotus eaters’ now “that’s what we get with open arms…” he muttered
“Lotus eaters” polties started determined to prove his point “I would like to show my friends that kindness is brave,” he kneeled to get down to their level “could you tell me where there’s other food to eat?” He questioned “cave” “scary cave”
“A cave!” He said excited and got up “You're saying there's a cave where we could feast?” He asked to confirm and they nodded as you were still playing with the one in your hand before the others jumped in your arms..
“And where do we sail to find this food-filled cave?” He questioned “east” “that way” they told him “Thank you” he gave them a little pat.
“This life is amazing when you greet it with open arms..” he told him slowly turning his head to him just when the sunlight him in the right way.. it made him look ethereal
“I see in your face, there is so much guilt inside your hearts” he said as he had heard from the crew on what happened with the infant, Odysseus looked a bit upset? While you looked a bit uncomfortable
“So why not replace it and light up the world?”
“Greet the world with open arms” he told him and Odysseus repeated him with him “greet the world with open arms” you just looked at them with a small fond smile
“You can relax my friends”….
Aftermath :
“Can we keep some of them?” Polties asked while sitting and playing with the lotus eaters and you were nestled in them content and looked at him “N-no—— what-?” Odysseus looked at them confused “we were supposed to get food instead we learned when to get food. Now let’s go” he pulled the both of you up while the lotus eaters fell from over you “Awww come onnnn…” polties whined a bit “just look at how adorable they look” he looked at Odysseus pleading with him while you were still trying to grab one.
Odysseus just sighed and … picked the both of you and threw you over his shoulders?!
Polties yelled while you were freaking out internally “ODY!” Polties yelled at him while Odysseus just ignored him and continued to walk in the far distance you heard a soft laughter and your face reddened and just when you thought it couldn’t get worse you heard a deep laughter and you burned in your embarrassment hoping the ground would just split and swallow you whole…
A man throws a child in a dark alleyway, the child looks all battered, bruised and barely conscious “it was fun while it lasted sweetheart, might as well lay where everything started” she could barely focus him let alone hear him.
Is she finally gonna die? Rest? Just when she was about to close her ideas she felt something curl near her stomach, she managed to look down to see..
A black cat? Hm.. the cat is adorable.. dying next to a cat? Comforting.
That’s how she felt then she heard a woman gasp and shook her, but by then she succumbed to the soothing darkness.
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She awoke from the dream reminiscing about her first encounter with her first saviour.. she stands up from her cot and leaves the bedroom to head above.
“Hey kid!” She turned to the voice who called her “over here!” He called, she went over there and took over from him and started rowing “thanks kid, you saved me” she nodded in acknowledgment.
Just then she saw her captain at the front of the ship thinking, perhaps on how to get back to Ithaca. She had missed her father greatly.
Eurylochus approached him “captain” he started “600 men with big mouths to feed and we ran out of supplies” he said and just as he finished “curse the war our food store’s depleted” some of the men in the back said “captain what’s the plan?” He asked with a hint of desperation in his eyes.
“Watch where the birds fly” Odysseus turned to the front and pointed to the sky “they will lead us to land! There where we will haunt for food my second in command!” He answered his best friend with a hopeful tone “Now FULL SPEED AHEAD!” The captain ordered and Eurylochus replayed his order to the rest of the crew.
“CAPTAIN” a curly haired man appeared next to Odysseus “polties!” He greeted his friend with a smile “look! There in the distance I see an island!” Polties said aloud. She had heard him, y/n looked at the front to where polties was pointing “I see a light that faintly glows!” She squinted a bit and she saw it too but…
“maybe there are people lighting a fire! Maybe they will share some food” he said gleefully hoping to ease his best friend’s worries a bit as he felt how Odysseus was reluctant a bit “something feels off here” he furrowed his eyebrows sparing a glance at the man beside him “I see fire but no smoke” Odysseus reasoned with him
“I say we strike first, we don’t have time to wait” Eurylochus jumped in, polties looked like he was gonna drown Eurylochus for even suggesting such a thing “we have no time to waste-“ “NO” Odysseus interrupted “polties gear up, you and I will go ahead-“ he spotted you at the front “you’re coming too” he ordered. You looked a bit shocked and pointed to yourself and at that moment polties jumped near you and pulled you from your seat “both of you gear up, we should find a way where nobody dies” he said to the three of them now, Eurylochus stated some of his worries “but we don’t know what’s ahead!”
“Give me till sunrise! And if we don’t return..” he swallowed nervously for what about to come“then 600 men can make this whole place burn!” He tried to ease his worries.
Polties dragged away to help you get ready all happy you are going to join. Eurylochus just sighed and went with what his captain was saying.
He stood near the three a bit content. At least he will see his wife after this..
(I skipped the first 2 songs bc I didn’t know what to add)
Chapter 1
Summary : you wake up from a dream about your saviour to start your day on your captain ship.
Chapter 2
Summary : you join polites and Odysseus on their trip to the island and meet.. some fluffy lotus eaters?
Chapter 3
Summary : your captain seems to be in a world of his own.. I wonder what he is thinking about..
Extra!
Summary: you can’t seem to sleep so you sit on the front of the ship her voice keeping you company until Eurylochus comes to check on you- telling you about who awaits him..
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୨୧┇y'all are getting fed so good istg. Btw this is months after Vairya and Telemachus have been friends cause I'm too lazy to give them an interaction.
𝓒𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝓼𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓷
The winds howled across the mountaintop, carrying with them the scent of salt and earth. The chamber of Vairya, perched on the edge of the world, stood silent amidst the storm. The flickering torches within the stone walls cast long, jagged shadows. Inside, the room was bathed in an eerie glow. Ares, the god of war, leaned against a wall, his armor gleaming in the dim light. Vairya, now twenty, stood by the entrance, a shadow of the boy he once was—torn between his duty, his guilt, and his love.
Vairya had changed since Ares first found him, the young prince no longer a broken vessel of shame and pain. He had grown strong—stronger than anyone ever expected. His swordsmanship was unparalleled, his mind sharp, but something still gnawed at him. The ghosts of his past haunted him—his father’s lessons, his mother’s whispers, and most of all, the love he had buried deep inside himself. A love for a man whose heart he feared he could never win.
"You’ve been distant, Vairya. For months now, you’ve been lost in your thoughts, distracted." Ares mumbled ,his voice deep, calm, like the rumble of distant thunder.
Vairya’s gaze flickers to the floor. He had hoped Ares wouldn’t notice. He had hoped he could hide the mess inside his chest, the turmoil that had consumed him since the day he met Telemachus, prince of Ithaca.
"I’ve been... distracted, yes." Vairya replied quietly, almost to himself.
"Distracted with what? You don’t waste time on idle thoughts, Vairya. I’ve seen your focus—your hunger for power. But something has changed." Ares said , rising, his form towering over Vairya.
"It’s... it’s Telemachus. I can’t stop thinking about him."The words hang in the air like a spark waiting to ignite.
Ares’s gaze sharpens, his eyes narrowing as if he can sense the depth of Vairya’s turmoil."Telemachus, the prince of Ithaca. The son of Odysseus." Ares spoke ,his tone neutral but tinged with curiosity.
"Yes. I know it’s foolish... it feels like weakness. But I can’t help it. Ever since I saw him..." Vairya said , nodding, his voice barely above a whisper.
He pauses, and his gaze turns inward, as if searching for the right words to express something so deep and painful.Vairya hesitated, then he started speaking faster, almost desperately."He doesn’t even know... He doesn’t know what I did. The scrolls... The ones I ripped... the ones I burned... I betrayed him, Ares. He trusted me. He thought I was... someone worthy of his friendship, his respect. But I was lying. I sabotaged him, and now I don’t know if I can undo it. I don’t know if I will ever be able to look him in the eye again, let alone love him the way I want to."
Ares’s expression softens for a moment, his gaze intense, as if reading Vairya’s very soul. The god steps closer, his boots silent on the stone floor."You are not a boy anymore, Vairya. You are a prince. And you have been shaped by forces greater than yourself. Your love for him—your guilt—those are chains that bind you, but you are stronger than them. You cannot undo the past, but you can decide who you are in the present." Ares replied , his voice a low growl.
"It’s not that simple. It’s not just my guilt. I... I have always listened to my father, to my mother, to the voices that told me what I should be. I was never supposed to feel this way about him. And now, after everything... after what I did, I don’t know if I’ll ever be good enough for him. If he could ever feel the same way I do." Vairya shook his head,his frustration rising.
Vairya’s voice cracks, the weight of his emotions breaking through. He lowers his head, his hair falling over his eyes, hiding the tears that have welled up.
Ares watches him for a long time in silence, as if giving him space to breathe, to feel.
"Do you know what it means to be a warrior, Vairya?" Ares asked , finally speaking, his tone softer but still commanding.
"To fight... to conquer." Vairya replied sniffing as he wiped his eyes, looking up at Ares.
"Yes, but not just with your sword. To be a warrior is to understand that battle is not always against enemies in the field. Sometimes, the hardest battle is against yourself. You have been battling your guilt, your fear of rejection, and your sense of duty. But none of that will stop you from living the life you are meant to lead." Ares murmured, his eyes gleaming with fierce pride.
Vairya swallows hard, trying to take in Ares's words. The god’s presence feels overwhelming, like the storm itself, and yet... there is a strange comfort in it. Vairya’s thoughts swirl—his feelings for Telemachus, the guilt that gnaws at him, and the pressure to live up to his father’s expectations.
"But what if I’m not what he needs? What if I can never be what he deserves?" Vairya spoke quietly, almost to himself.
"You will never know unless you face it. Fear will always tell you that you are not enough. But strength is not in perfection—it’s in persistence. If you want him, Vairya, if you truly want to love him, you will have to be brave enough to face the consequences of your actions and find a way forward. A warrior does not retreat, even from himself." Ares stepped closer, placing a hand on Vairya’s shoulder, firm and unyielding.
Vairya stands still, his breath steadying. Ares’s words are heavy, yet liberating. He has spent so much of his life listening to others—his father, his mother, the expectations of his birthright. But Ares is telling him to listen to his heart, to his own desires. And something stirs deep within him, a quiet but resolute determination.
Finally, with a new resolve in his voice he responds to the god. "I will find a way. I don’t know how yet... but I will make things right with him. And I will be worthy of his love, even if it takes me a lifetime."
Ares looks at him with approval, a rare smile tugging at the corners of his mouth."That is the spirit of a true warrior. The path ahead will not be easy, but if you truly want to be with him, Vairya, you must fight for it. Never stop fighting." He said , his voice deep with pride.
Vairya nods, a fire igniting in his chest, his guilt now a distant echo. The weight of his love, of his future, still lingers, but for the first time in years, he feels ready to face it. The storm outside rages on, but in the quiet of Vairya's chamber, Vairya finds the strength to step into the future he is determined to shape.The sound of the wind howling fades as Vairya turns toward the door, ready to face what lies ahead. And Ares watches him, knowing that the prince was no longer a boy, but a warrior who would fight for his heart’s desire.
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Y/n and Telemachus stood in the middle of the hall, glaring at each other with equal intensity. “You’re insufferable!” She snapped, shoving him back a little.
“Oh yeah?” Telemachus shot back, stepping closer. “Well, you’re—” He scrambled for an insult. “—a walking headache!”
“You breathe like a bull!”
“You walk like one!”
The argument was escalating fast. Hands were gesturing wildly, feet were stomping, and their voices were rising with every insult. Then, a loud snicker broke through the tension.
“Oh gods,” Eurymachus drawled from his seat nearby, watching them with amusement. “Will you two just kiss already?” A chorus of laughter erupted from the nearby suitors.Her and Telemachus both froze. Then, simultaneously, they whipped around to face the spectators.
“What?!” they yelled in unison.
Amphinomus smirked, swirling his wine. “You two bicker like an old married couple.”
“Or like newlyweds,” another suitor added.
Eurymachus grinned. “All this fighting? It’s textbook flirting.”
Her face turned bright red. “IT IS NOT!”
Telemachus, equally red, scowled. “SHE’S A WITCH!”
“She’s your witch,” Melanthius teased. She let out a sound between a growl and a frustrated screech before whipping back toward Telemachus. “See what you did?! This is your fault!”
“My fault? You started this!”
The suitors exchanged knowing glances as the two continued their bickering. “Gods, just get married already,” Eurymachus muttered, shaking his head.
——
She stood in the hall, arms crossed, watching as Antinous sauntered past a maid and delivered a firm smack to her backside. The poor woman yelped, spinning around in shock, but Antinous only laughed—his usual cocky, self satisfied grin plastered on his face. The other suitors roared with laughter, whistling and making crude remarks as the maid huffed and stormed off.
She blinked.
So… that was supposed to be humiliating?
Her gaze flickered to Telemachus, who was just up ahead, standing idly with a scroll in hand. A wicked grin spread across her lips. Without hesitation, she smacked his ass. Telemachus froze. Completely and utterly froze.His entire body stiffened, shoulders locking up as if he’d just been struck by lightning. The scroll slipped from his fingers, rolling across the floor as an eerie silence settled over the hall.
Pandora was about to laugh, until Telemachus sniffled. Then, in a blink, he turned on his heel and bolted.
“MOTHERRR!”
Her mouth dropped open as she watched him sprint down the corridor, full speed, sobbing. Eurymachus, who had witnessed the entire thing, was doubled over, practically wheezing from laughter. “What the hell was that?!” he cackled.
“I—” she was still trying to process it.
Telemachus’s cries echoed as he burst into his mother’s chambers. She turned to Antinous, utterly confused. “I thought that was supposed to be humiliating!”
Antinous, after staring blankly for a second, let out a bark of laughter. “To a man, sure! But Telemachus?!” He shook his head, amused. “Gods, you just traumatized the little wolf.” Eurymachus wiped a tear from his eye. “This is the best thing that’s happened all week.”
——
Telemachus burst into his mother’s chambers, gasping for breath between sobs. Penelope, who had been peacefully embroidering by the window, immediately shot to her feet, alarmed. “Telemachus! What’s wrong?” She rushed to his side, hands firmly gripping his shoulders as she scanned him for injuries. “What happened? Are you hurt? Did one of the suitors—”
“Y-Y/n—” he choked out, still sniffling.
Penelope stiffened, her mind immediately jumping to the worst. “What did she do?” she asked, voice tense.
Telemachus wiped at his eyes, still hiccuping. “S-she… she smacked my b-bottom…”
A long silence.
Penelope just stared at him. Blankly. Expressionless. Telemachus continued sniffling, looking up at her with big, teary eyes. Penelope blinked. Opened her mouth. Closed it. Slowly exhaled through her nose. Then, after a moment, she wordlessly guided him toward her and began patting his head, resuming her comforting tone as if nothing significant had happened. “There, there… it’s alright, my dear,” she murmured, stroking his hair as he continued sulking into her tunic.
But inwardly, she was questioning everything.
——
Telemachus couldn’t stop sobbing. He lay face-down on his bed, clutching his pillow like it was the only thing keeping him from falling apart. His chest heaved with every exaggerated wail, and his legs kicked pathetically every now and then as he spiraled deeper into despair.
“I’ll never be the same again,” he choked out.
From across the room, Penelope sat with a blank stare, watching her son absolutely lose his mind over this. She had spent the last half hour trying to understand the actual problem, only for Telemachus to repeat the same words over and over again.
“Y-y/n… she… t-touched me!”
“I heard you the first twenty times,” Penelope sighed, rubbing her temples. “Telemachus, dear, you did not lose your virginity. She smacked you. That is not—” She cut herself off, realizing how ridiculous this conversation had become.
“But Mother,” he sobbed, turning his tear-streaked face to her. “She defiled me in front of the gods! How will I ever marry now? Who would want me? I am tainted!”
Penelope inhaled deeply, muttering under her breath, “I should’ve gone to Sparta when I had the chance.”
Just then, Eurymachus strolled into the room with his usual smug grin. “He still crying?” Penelope gestured vaguely toward her son, who was now dramatically draping himself over the edge of the bed like he was on his deathbed.
Eurymachus walked over and leaned down. “You gotta pull yourself together.”
Eurymachus sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. “Listen, kid. You’re fine. Your honor is fine. Your virtue is fine. You’re still a pure, untouched, whiny little prince.”
Telemachus sniffled. “You really think so?”
Eurymachus smirked. “No woman alive would believe you’ve ever been touched willingly.”
Telemachus let out a fresh wail, and Penelope gave Eurymachus a warning glare, but he just shrugged. “What? He needs to hear the truth.”
At that moment, the door creaked open again, and y/n peeked her head inside. “Is he still crying?” The moment he saw her, Telemachus screamed, scrambling backward off the bed and onto the floor.
“STAY AWAY FROM ME WENCH!”
She just snorted, crossing her arms. “Oh, relax, I’m not gonna slap your butt again.” Telemachus whimpered and pulled his knees to his chest.
Eurymachus grinned. “Hey, you should do it again, just to see if he passes out.”
“DON’T YOU DARE!’” Telemachus screeched.
She smirked. “No promises.” And with that, Telemachus burst into tears again.
——
The moment she took a single step forward, Telemachus shrieked and bolted out of the room like a terrified deer. “Oh, come on!” She groaned, immediately taking off after him. “It wasn’t that bad!”
“STAY AWAY FROM ME YOU HARLOT!” Telemachus wailed, nearly knocking over a servant as he sprinted down the hall.
grinning like a madwoman, she leaped over a bench and lunged after him. “JUST LET ME DO IT ONE MORE TIME, FOR FUN!”
“NEVER!”
They tore through the palace, Telemachus weaving through columns and dodging stunned onlookers while Pandora cackled behind him. “STOP RUNNING AND ACCEPT YOUR FATE!” she called.
“FATE CAN BURN!” Telemachus shouted back. Eurymachus and a couple of suitors had stepped outside just in time to witness the absolute chaos.
“Should we stop them?” Amphinomus asked, watching as Telemachus practically vaulted over a table.
Eurymachus grinned. “Hell no, this is hilarious.”
At that moment, Telemachus tripped over a rug and went crashing to the floor. He barely had time to lift his head before she pounced on him, grabbing his wrists and pinning him down.
“I WIN!” she declared, grinning down at him triumphantly.
Telemachus lay there, panting in horror, his face flushed from exertion and sheer panic. “Please,” he gasped. “Have mercy.”
She considered for a moment—then, with the most wicked smile, she raised her hand and—
“Y/N!”
Both of them froze.
Slowly, she turned her head to see Antinous standing at the end of the hall, arms crossed, an absolutely feral look on his face. Telemachus, still pinned to the ground, grinned wildly up at him. “SHE TRIED TO DEFLOWER ME AGAIN!”
Antinous’ eye twitched. “Oh, I am going to kill you,” he growled, stomping toward them. She yelped and bolted before he could grab her. “GET BACK HERE YOU LITTLE SHIT!” Now she was the one running for her life.
