The Blood We Shed Chapter 7: Get In The Water
Chapter rating: teens+
Story type: Slow burn, best friends to lovers, eventual smut and fluff, eventual bloody smut hehe~
Synopsis found in Chapter One here ⬇️⬇️⬇️
Telemachus x reader/you (first person pov) Type: Slow burn, best friends to lovers, smut, blood as lube Synopsis: Telemarket and Lyra/you
“No— LYRA . That’s fucking Poseidon !!” Telemachus exclaims with a furrowed look of shock and borderline horror.
No living generation in Ithaca has ever seen Poseidon in person. And now he’s here...And he’s brought a threatening storm with him.
Why would he come to Ithaca?
Is he going to wipe us out…?
Gods knows he’s more than capable.
He manipulates the weather around him. Waterspouts descend from the clouds; more violent cracks of lightning strike.
Savage waves are rising and falling; walls of them spring up—standing—almost as if waiting…
A large whirlpool has developed in the center of it all.
It’s unlike anything we’d ever seen—and Poseidon stands dozens and dozens of feet tall in the middle of it… But he’s not facing our island.
I pull myself upright, trying to see through the pouring rain and brewing waves.
Inside the now massive whirlpool is a small, poorly made raft.
Huh. Well that’s interesting.
“I’m going to get a closer look—“
Telemachus states while he starts down the hill, nearly tripping over himself as he chases the beach so we can get a better view. I follow not far behind.
It’s so hard to see what’s going on with the raft… and what appears to be a man on it? We’re as close as we can be to the spectacle, but it’s not quite enough given our conditions. However, we see the watery form of the god just fine with his size.
We watch as Poseidon and a surge of absolutely towering waves wipe out the raft and swallow the man.
His raft is obliterated by the waves and he goes completely under…
He doesn’t return.
After a moment, I look to Telemachus. He shakes his head and turns to head back. He pats my shoulder to signal that it’s over for the poor soul and that it’s time for us to leave.
Then—out of nowhere,
We hear what sounds and looks like a geyser?
We snap our heads to the horizon again.
The man didn’t die.
The person shoots out of the waves and jet packs at Poseidon. He weaves expertly through every wall and water spout the god throws at him. He repeatedly flies into Poseidon and creates tears through the water.
Suddenly the giant watery personification of poseidon bursts at the combined force of the hits and the rains into the ocean. His true, human-like form crashes down onto a platform of rock that’s revealed amongst the storm.
Both Telemachus and I stare with wide eyes and slacked jaws at the power of the unknown man.
The storm begins to die and we get a better look at what’s playing out in front of us.
The man and Poseidon appear to be talking
—or more likely arguing. Poseidon lays backed against part of the rock, looking to be injured?
The mysterious man picks up something shiny from the ground. A trident.
He waits there for a moment, then we see him lift Poseidon's trident.
Oh damn
He stabs him.
Over
And over
And over.
Telemachus squints with the dissipation of the storm.
He cocks his head with furrowed brows.
“Those are royal robes—is that my father..?” The realization hasn’t taken its toll yet. Then it hits him.
“What the fu— HOLY FUCK THAT’S MY FATHER!“
I tear my attention to Telemachus,
“ODYSSEUS IS ALIVE!? AFTER 20 YEARS AND AFTER PISSING OFF POSEIDON?”
He throws his hands up in defensive protest,
“I never met the man!! I didn’t know he’s fucking CRAZ—whAT THE FUCK—?!”
Telemachus nearly jumps out of his skin as he notices Athena’s been watching from beside us for gods knows how long.
She surveys the king with a smug look on her face and her arms crossed as he continues to stab Poseidon.
Telemachus snaps his head to her,
“That’s my father! That’s him isn’t it?”
She half scoffs, half chuckles—
“It couldn’t be anyone else. He’s the only mortal both cunning and arrogant enough to give a god such a serious run for his money.”
Telemachus cocks his head and furrows his brows,
“Wait. You know my father personally?”
“You remember that friend of mine don’t you? It’s a long story, Little One.”
…
I’m lost in thought.
Despite my initial excitement, I’m suddenly very aware of the feelings brewing in my chest…
My stomach drops.
…It’s only Odysseus.
What happened to the other 600 men?
What happened to my father .
Telemachus’ mind has also been racing. So many realizations are flooding him at once. Among the whirlwind of thoughts, he realizes something.
“…if we can see that it’s my dad, what about—“
He turns back to the sea of men and women gawking around us on the beach. He knows that they’ve seen it too. He spots clusters of familiar men… And they all know. They know.
“ The suitors.”
All of us watch as Odysseus deals one final blow to Poseidon.
The two of them sit for a moment.
He removes the trident from Poseidon’s body as the storm is now entirely sated. Clouds roll back and dissolve into the blue sky.
He drops the trident, and looks like he says something to Poseidon—Then he walks away with no further resistance.
“Telemachus,” I say breathlessly.
I shake his shoulder until he looks away from the crowd behind us,
“Your dad just beat Poseidon…”
His expression is one of shock with undertones of pride, gazing out to the ocean.
“…Goddamn. He did…”
Athena looks satisfied at Odysseus from afar.
“That’s your father alright.”
Together, we see Poseidon yield, parting the waves as Odysseus runs toward our distant island. He disappears beyond the tall rocky terrain—out of view for us and the prying eyes of the suitors.
They mutter amongst themselves, stealing glances at Telemachus with sharp and calculating eyes. Athena’s darken.
I look at him determined.
“If the suitors get to your father before he gets to them he’s as good as dead… Do you see the way they’re whispering about you?” I say, keenly aware that they’re plotting against him.
Athena nods.
“It’s going to be dangerous… but I assure you, once Odysseus finds his way back to the palace, you stand a much greater chance.”
She places a confident hand on his shoulder.
“Everything I’ve taught you is at your disposal. You’re ready little wolf.”