❝𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑺𝑼𝑵 𝑷𝑹𝑶𝑷𝑶𝑺𝑬𝑫 𝑻𝑶 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑴𝑶𝑶𝑵 , 𝑩𝑼𝑻 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑴𝑶𝑶𝑵 𝑺𝑨𝑰𝑫 𝑰 𝑫𝑶𝑵'𝑻 𝑲𝑵𝑶𝑾, 𝑰 𝑫𝑶𝑵'𝑻 𝑲𝑵𝑶𝑾, 𝑮𝑰𝑽𝑬 𝑴𝑬 𝑻𝑰𝑴𝑬 𝑻𝑶 𝑻𝑯𝑰𝑵𝑲.. ❞ ˖. ࣪⊹. ۫ TW:: DEATH, SU1C1DE, SUITORS BEING CREEPY, AND WEIRD (GR00M1NG)FOR MATURE READERS.ANGST/COMFORT⋄ (NOTE: y/n isn't the one being gr00med, though it happened alot to girls her age, because of the suitors.) If you enjoyed reading this, please consider leaving a comment, vote, or add to your reading list! They are very appreciated! ˖ ࣪. ⊹. ۫ TELEMACHUS X FEM!BLIND!READER ⋄ ❝𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒔 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒊𝒇𝒖𝒍 𝒕𝒐𝒏𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕, 𝒊𝒇 𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒔𝒆𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎.. ❞ - 𝑰𝑵 𝑾𝑯𝑰𝑪𝑯 , you're a determined young female servant, serving in the palace of ithaca, whilst your busy working just so you can end up having a comfortable life when grown up, firmly believing you'll die alone because of your disability, and because one of your friends, manipulated by a suitor much older than her, manipulating her and other girls to turn on you. Meanwhile, Your childhood friend, Telemachus, will be waiting..Waiting. He'll never leave your side. 𝒘𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒏 𝒃𝒚 @𝒏𝒆𝒎𝒆𝒔𝒊𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒗𝒚𝒅𝒊𝒂 #2 on greek :)) #1 on canonxreader #4 on greece! #2 on my pookie telemachus :3 #3 on ancient greece #10 on epicthemusical #1 on readerxcharacter #11 on mythology #1 on greekmythology Rankings might not be that good but im proud!

"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.)

[THE 'GOT-CARRIED-AWAY' VERSION WITH ROMANCE] You wake up in the EPIC: The Musical universe on Odysseus' boat just as they've set sail back to Ithaca. And you just so happen to be equipped with the skills and game mechanics of your favourite comfort game: Animal Crossing: New Horizons. Might as well go with the flow and help your favourite characters get home safe. But whispers begin to circulate about your potential association with the gods as a being with miracle powers - out of curiosity, the trickster god goes to investigate and makes an interesting discovery. [Epic the Musical x female reader] crossposted: tumblr: @kqutie quotev: @kkquil ao3 : @kquil

[THE BACK-TO-MY-ORIGINS VERSION WITHOUT ROMANCE] You wake up in the EPIC: The Musical universe on Odysseus' boat just as they've set sail back to Ithaca. And you just so happen to be equipped with the skills and game mechanics of your favourite comfort game: Animal Crossing: New Horizons. Might as well go with the flow and help your favourite characters get home safe! crossposted: tumblr: @kqutie quotev: @kkquil ao3: @kquil

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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-]

"He let out another breath, this one slower, measured, but no less strained. "She told me I was a fool," he said, a ghost of a smile tugging at his lips. "That I was reckless. That I shouldn't have risked so much for a mortal." Your fingers twitched where they still clutched his sleeve, but before you could speak, his expression shifted. The bitterness drained from it, something else creeping in-something quieter, something raw and open. His hand lifted, covering yours where it clenched at the fabric of his shirt. His fingers were warm, even now, even after everything. "And then she told me," he murmured, voice hushed, fragile like glass, "that she's never seen me love something like this before." --- Or, where Apollo returns from his punishment on Olympus.

"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.

"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.

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.