As the daughter of Odysseus, you were born with salt in your veins and the sea in your soul. Blessed by the god of tides, the ocean bends to your will-your ships always swift, your voyages touched by uncanny fortune, as if the waves themselves rise to meet you. While your father's name echoes through Ithaca, you carve your own legend, a captain whose fate is bound to the sea. Yet, where mortals tread, the gods often linger. A song heard in passing, a stranger's fleeting smile-moments that brush too close to the divine. The world hums with an unseen presence, a warmth in the light, a whisper in the breeze, as if eyes linger just beyond the edge of sight. You are as much a part of the sea as the waves that kiss the shores of Ithaca, caught between the pull of mortal legacy and the quiet lure of the gods. Sailing onward, you become a story told in salt and sun, a name woven into the tides. Whether you rise as a legend or fade into the murmur of the waves, the fates whisper-your odyssey is far from over.

Epic: The Musical fanfiction || Telemachus x Reader For past few years you'd only been putting off the inevitable. It was time for you to choose a husband, as it was a princess' duty. In order to find a perfect spouse for you, your father organized a tournament, a competition for your precious love.

"We're not friends," you snap, narrowing your eyes into a glare sharp enough to pierce stone. "And stop calling me that." He tilts his head, his curls catching the faint, flickering light of the soul-lamps nearby. "Calling you what, darling?" he asks, his voice smooth and lilting, every syllable soaked in feigned innocence. Your teeth clench so hard it's a wonder they don't crack. Heat rises in your chest, crawling up your neck like an itch you can't quite scratch. His smirk only deepens, clearly reveling in your irritation, and you have to fight the urge to hurl the pair of gardening shears in your hand at his insufferably perfect face." --- Or, you are the immortal servant to Hades and Persephone, and Hermes cannot help himself but to get under your skin.

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐎𝐑 ━ ❝A blade does not ask what lies between your legs before it cuts down another.❞ ✿✼::ﾟ:༅⭑ 2ɴᴅ ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴ ᴘᴏᴠ | ғᴇᴍ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ-ɪɴꜱᴇʀᴛ⭑༅:ﾟ::✼✿ 𝙰𝙲𝚃 1: events of 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒐𝒓 𝑮𝒓𝒆𝒆𝒌 𝑴𝒚𝒕𝒉𝒔 and 𝑯𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒓'𝒔 𝑰𝒍𝒊𝒂𝒅 𝙰𝙲𝚃 2: events of 𝑬𝑷𝑰𝑪: 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑴𝒖𝒔𝒊𝒄𝒂𝒍 and 𝑯𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒓'𝒔 𝑶𝒅𝒚𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒚 𝗜𝗡 𝗪𝗛𝗜𝗖𝗛 you are taken from a faraway land and brought to serve a young Penelope-only to end up forging an unbreakable bond through pain and resilience. Now, years later, as the War of Troy looms over Ithaca, you stand beside her as her Second-in-Command to rewrite the legends. Will you rise to meet destiny when it calls? 𝚆𝙾𝚁𝙳 𝙲𝙾𝚄𝙽𝚃: [~] 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐃: December 25, 2024 𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐃:

╰┈➤𝐆𝐎𝐃𝐋𝐘 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 ━━ ❝You've always been my little muse.❞ 𝗜𝗡 𝗪𝗛𝗜𝗖𝗛- you're the object of many powerful men desires; from gods to warriors...they all want 𝘺𝘰𝘶. ‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾　🇵🇴🇸🇹-ᴇᴘɪᴄ: ᴛᴍ!ᴀᴜ　☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙ 📖A mythic slow-burn, spiraling epic told across three books: → Book 1: 𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐑𝐄𝐃 - The spark of divine interest [COMPLETED] → Book 2: 𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐍 - The unraveling of truth [COMPLETED] Book 3: 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐌𝐍𝐄𝐃 - The cost of memory and rebellion [ONGOING] [𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤/𝐟𝐢𝐜 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐧 '𝘌𝘗𝘐𝘊: 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘔𝘶𝘴𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘭 ' + 𝐆𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐤 𝐌𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐲-𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬, 𝐠𝐨𝐝𝐬, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐢𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞. 𝐍𝐨 𝐄𝐏𝐈𝐂 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐥𝐞𝐝𝐠𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐝. 𝐘𝐨𝐮'𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐙𝐞𝐮𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐎𝐝𝐲𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐮𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐟 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐬𝐞𝐚 𝐠𝐨𝐝.] 𝕎𝕠𝕣𝕕 ℂ𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕥: [~] 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐃: March 01, 2022 𝐏𝐔𝐁𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐃: November 02, 2024 𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐃: TBD [𝐄𝐗𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐃 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘 𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄] | © 𝒘𝒊𝒏𝒙𝒂𝒏𝒊𝒕𝒚_𝒊𝒊 |

╰┈➤𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐂𝐇 𝐌𝐄 𝐈𝐅 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐂𝐀𝐍 ━━ ❝You should be thanking me, little thief.❞ 𝗜𝗡 𝗪𝗛𝗜𝗖𝗛- you, a mortal thief, steal from the gods, catching the attention of Olympus' most notorious trickster. From curses to chases, Hermes sticks by your side-for better or worse-and it's hard to tell if he's saving you... or setting you up for disaster. ‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾　🇵‌🇴‌🇸‌🇹‌-ᴇᴘɪᴄ: ᴛᴍ!ᴀᴜ　☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙ [𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤/𝐟𝐢𝐜 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐚 𝐦𝐢𝐱𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐟 '𝘌𝘗𝘐𝘊: 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘔𝘶𝘴𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘭 ' 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐯𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐆𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐤 𝐦𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥 𝐆𝐨𝐝𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐢𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞, 𝐬𝐨 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲, 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐥𝐞𝐝𝐠𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐄𝐏𝐈𝐂: 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐌𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥 𝐢𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐡𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐞𝐝; 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐛𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐨𝐧 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐥𝐞𝐝𝐠𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐆𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐤 𝐦𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐲.] !SHORT NOVEL! 𝕎𝕠𝕣𝕕 ℂ𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕥: [57,000~] 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐃: February 01, 2023 𝐏𝐔𝐁𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐃: Dedember 24, 2024 𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐃: January 25, 2025 [𝐄𝐗𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐃 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘 𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄] | © 𝒘𝒊𝒏𝒙𝒂𝒏𝒊𝒕𝒚_𝒊𝒊 |

"You were a princess. A princess behaves. So, you pressed your lips together until they were thin and pale, nodded stiffly, and let the weight of his words settle over you. Still, as the servants poured more wine and the conversation turned to other matters, you couldn't stop your mind from wandering. Somewhere across the sea, a boy you'd never met was being told that you would be his bride. Was he just as disgusted? Just as helpless? Or was he laughing with excitement, eager for the day when he could claim his prize? The thought made your cheeks burn with something that wasn't quite anger, wasn't quite embarrassment. Whatever it was, you didn't like it." --- Or, where you are betrothed to Prince Telemachus of Ithaca.

"But now-now Telemachus is here. His hand doesn't grip, doesn't force. It hovers by your cheek, his touch so light it barely brushes your skin, as though even that might be too much. He waits, his breath shallow and steady, as though the world might come crashing down if he moves too soon. There's no pressure, no force, only the quiet assurance that this moment belongs to you and no one else. The contrast is stark, a chasm between what was and what is, and it makes your chest ache with a strange, bittersweet relief. You look at him, truly look at him, and all you see is patience and care. His expression is open, unguarded, as though he's laid himself bare before you." --- Or, where you share your wedding night with Telemachus. (This oneshot is part of the 'Amaranthine' universe, but it is not required to read it - it just adds context.)

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You blink, your brain taking a second too long to process it. "She drugged you?" His golden eyes flick to yours, sharp, something almost dangerous sparking behind them. He huffs a laugh, dry, strained, like he's hanging on by a thread. "She called it a 'gift,'" he mutters, rolling his shoulders. "Said I was taking too long to make a move." His breath hitches, his chest rising and falling too quickly as his gaze drops-trailing over you like he can't help it, like he's starving and you're the only thing that could ever satisfy him. "So..." His fingers twitch again, and when he looks back up, his pupils are so blown out that the gold is nothing but a thin ring around the black. "This is me. Trying to be good." His jaw flexes. His breath is shaky." --- Or, Hermes takes an aphrodisiac from Aphrodite and neither you or Hermes can help yourselves with the consequences. [Cross-posted on Wattpad: @tomialshrike-]