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Sunday tea with the king

summery: the King and Virgil used to have tea every Sunday, but now Virgil is left with an empty seat at a table by a bay, with extra macaroons, and a cup of tea untouched. Roman left with a faint memory of fine china and kind eyes. Remus is left with the faded memory of macaroons and a table by a sparkling bay. Both of them share the memory of loving Sundays. Patton’s guilt will forever eat at his chest, and he will do anything to make it up to Roman and Remus.

Warnings: sympathetic Remus, mention of food, a deformed Horse, Remus being Remus, capitals, bad grammar.

Author notes: this is my second time writing this, cause I’m an idiot and deleted the first one. I’m doing this a second time because I can’t find a thing on the relationship between Virgil and The King.

word count: 1193

Masterpost

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The King's decision to split was the Kings and his alone. He wanted to rid himself of the memories of Patton’s disappointed stares after he gave a “bad” idea. The soft knocks of Virgil on his door to come in and hold him as his cries turned to whimpers.

he had to lose something too. The King lost the memories of studying different animals, judging people in court with Janus in the imagination, and he lost the memories of Sunday tea by the bay with Virgil. Yet there is something that lingers in both Roman’s and Remus’ brains.

Roman remembers some of their time with Janus, and tea in fine china, and  kind eyes .

Remus remembers their time with Logan somewhat, along with a sparkling bay, and macaroons.

Both think the memories that have, the kind eyes, a sparkling bay, tea in fine china cups, and macaroons, are connected because when those memories come to thought so does the love for Sunday. Neither of them knew why but an overwhelming love for Sunday has always been there.

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It was Sunday and Virgil knew that he shouldn't cry, but the ache for his old tea parties was rampaging through his soul. He knew that the decision to split was the Kings and the King had made it, but that did not get rid of the want for those happy days of macaroons, gossip, and tea in fine china tea cups. Virgil still had the macaroons and tea in fine china cups, but no gossip, dirty jokes, or happy smiles. 

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Roman and Remus both decided to find out the mystery of Sunday. They went to who they thought would never ban them from knowledge, Logan.

“Hey Logan, are you in here,” Roman yelled into the giant study that was Logan’s room. Logan walked through two bookshelves to the two brothers. “Yes, I’m right here Roman,” Logan said. “oh good, I was wondering if you knew why we like Sundays so much, I mean it could be any day of the week but it’s always Sunday, why is that?” Logan looked panicked after Roman said that. “Hey Lolo why you look like we just asked how to murder you?” Remus said. Logan glanced at both of them, took a deep breath and said, “sorry you two but I’m not the one who should tell you.”

“That is fine” both the brothers said sadly.

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Both knew that they wouldn’t get a straight answer from Janus, so they went to Patton. the one that both of them had no memories of from before the split.

“Hey Pat,” Roman said to Patton who was making lunch. 

“oh hey kiddos, whats up!”

“me and Remus were wondering if you knew anything about our memories that don’t have anyone in them by the bay?”

Patton suddenly looked sad. “Oh yeah, I do. Do you want to know where the bay is? I’m pretty sure that he doesn't come back till later so you can ask all the questions you want to him. He was the one that knew the King the best...”

“Yes, yes, yesity, yes, please with a juicy butt hole on top,” Remus said smiling viciously.

Patton looked pained not to throw up right there on the spot, “Right... it’s in the King’s imagination, by the chestnut bay is the butterfly meadow. Don’t go close to the butterflies. They can poison you just by touching you unless you have a special charm, they only person that has the charm is Him.”

“Who is this Him, you keep mentioning, he seems important because he has access to the King’s imagination, along with having a charm that no one else has, and him knowing the King better than anyone else?” Roman said.

Patton just smiled and said, “that is for you to find out when you get there.” With that he started making lunch again.

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Both brothers stood at the door to the King’s Imagination. Roman took hold of the detailed gold handle, and pushed. the door swung open, the brothers walked through. The air was filled with the sweet scent of lavender and roses. Remus summoned a horse with their bones showing here and there. Roman summoned a white steed with flowers and golden thread in its mane. both mounted their rides and began the trek to the meadow.

The sights were beautiful like Roman’s, but deadly like Remus’ Imagination. when they got to the meadow they had nearly died three times, THREE!

 They saw a Friesian horse tied to an old oak tree, a little bit after at a white table with fine china cups with a flower pattern on them. a display with macaroons on it was in the middle. seated at that table was a man in a black hoodie with purple patches stitched into it, the stitches were exaggerated, drinking from a floral tea cup. It was Virgil.

Roman and Remus approached through the soft grass. Roman cleared his throat, Virgil opened his eyes and looked straight (gay) at them. seeing that it was them his poster softened a bit. “hey, guys’ I’ pretty sure that you guys’ want to know about the king?” 

“Yup,” roman said, ”we want to know why we love Sundays so much and who it was in our memories, but you being here answers who it was, but not why we love Sundays.”

“Well it is possible that the reason that the king loved Sundays so much is because he used to join what I'm doing right now, except we used to have more gossip, and sometimes Remy, plus the dirty jokes.”

“would you like to join me?” Virgil asked.

“Sure,” Roman said, grabbing Remus and sitting down. the tea pot raised up on it’s own and poured some tea into the cups. Remus started stuffing his face with the macaroons. Virgil let out a laugh as tears started forming in his eyes, “ the King used to do the same thing.” tears started to escape his eyes, smudging his eye-shadow on their way down. “Sorry, sorry, I shouldn’t be crying,” Virgil said, wiping the tears away, serving to smudge the eye-shadow. Roman and Remus got up from their chairs, and held the crying boy.

what they didn’t know was both of their Imaginations were becoming one hooking themselves to the King’s Imagination, and at that moment the land was completely done moving, the land masses were now one. the memories of the king rushed through both of their brains, both of the brothers now remembered all of it.

“It’s okay Vivi we both remember now.” Remus said holding Virgil closely.

“Yeah storm cloud, we remember all of it. we may never be the King but we are still parts of him, and all of him loved you with his whole heart. so of course we love you.” Roman said holding Virge just as close.

they didn’t know how long they stayed like that, Remus and Roman holding V as he cried whispering sweet things. And as a result none of them noticed Patton smiling from the tree line. After all Patton will do everything to make it up to those two.

j.t. | all i wanted

pairing: jason todd x unrequited!reader & platonic!dick grayson x platonic!reader

a/n: dear fucking god- this hurt to write- and this is an au where all the robins are living at the manor. reader is close friends with the batboys. also “she” is the new batgirl- also, there isn’t a specific iteration of the characters that is mentioned, i left that up to your imagination. :) and i didn’t know how tf to begin this-

request: yes by @artistichoodiegirl : “i wrote a poem that reminds me of jason. can you write an angst fic based off of it?”

warnings: ANGST OMFG THE ANGST- also, i don’t know if i like the way this came out, but i hope you enjoy nonetheless. :)

you wanted to deny your feelings for him, but being as that felt physically impossible, you felt like a lost cause. crying your eyes out almost every night all because of a stupid guy. your brain tells you that you’re an adult, that you shouldn’t be so messed up over a guy, that you’re pathetic for feeling this way.

this night wasn’t any different, laying on your bed, wallowing in your own self pity.

dick walked down the hallway to your bedroom to tell you that dinner was ready, but when he heard your sniffling through the door before he was about to knock, he became concerned for his best friend. dick knocked, not giving you a chance to respond before turning the handle and opening your door to find you and your room a mess.

tissues everywhere, empty water-bottles, and and dishes on your bed-side table. he sighed before asking the same question he had been asking you for days, “are you okay?”

you turned to him, and what he saw shocked him. your hair messy and all over the place, eyes and nose red, it didn’t look like you were just sad, you looked ill.

“yeah, i’m just peachy.” you replied sarcastically, trying to deter him from being serious with you. “y/n i’m being serious. you’ve been cooped up in here for what seems like days, the boys are worried about you.” you chuckled, still trying to make it seem like you were okay.

dick walked a little bit further into your room before closing the door, knowing you didn’t like your door open. he moves to your bed, sitting across from you, “is he worried?” you asked, already thinking that this certain “he” couldn’t give less of shit about you.

“yes, jason is. he’s been wondering if you’re okay, why you’ve been avoiding him, and why you won’t even so much as look at him anymore.” you keep your eyes looking away from dick, knowing looking at him would make you sob again. “you know i can’t tell him why.”

“why not? you aren’t going to ruin his happiness with her by just talking to him about how you feel. i bet you’d even find at least some closure by talking to him!” you know he’s right, he usually is about these things. you, again, didn’t respond. opting to keep your eyes away from dicks gaze.

“if you’re not going to talk to him, fine. but at least come out and get dinner, talk to the rest of the family for a little bit, please?”

“i don’t know dick-“ “please, for me?” you shouldn’t have looked at him, his gorgeous blue eyes are impossible to say no to. “…fine. but let me get ready, i look like absolute shit right now.”

“yeah, you do.” that earned him a pillow to the face.

you closed your bedroom door before heading down the hall and to the kitchen. were you nervous, yeah. did you really want to speak to jason, no. but, you were doing this for your best friend and no one else.

and of course, the sight that you didn’t want to see the most was right in front of you, jason sitting on the couch with her in his lap, almost on top of him.

“hey, look who finally came out of hiding.” you mentally cursed tim for making it obvious. heads turned, but jason’s and hers stayed where they were, as though the couldn’t care less. you looked away from them and moved over to where damian, tim, and dick had been sitting after already getting some food.

you were 90% sure that tim knew about your feelings for jason, you didn’t know if damian knew or cared, and of course, dick being the emotional support friend, of course he knew.

you four sat in comfortable silence, occasionally hearing jason and her giggle, making you want to shiver from how uncomfortable it was. tim seemed to notice this and gave you a look of sympathy, damian lyes back on the couch and muttered to himself, “idiot…” looking at jason.

you chuckled softly, you didn’t know what it was, but damian had a way of making you feel better, even if it was unintentional. of course he knew, your moping had been kind of obvious.

making comfortable small talk with the other boys while eating, jason occasionally looked at you. ‘i should talk to her.’ he thought, before being distracted by the woman in front of him.

laying on your bed, staring at the ceiling trying not be/ feel pathetic for being upset that he didn’t even speak to you during dinner. you grabbed the pillow on the other side of your bed and pushed it over your face, and screamed.

even though jason has never slept in your bed with you, it felt…cold and lonely. he was something you craved, but knew you could never have, like god just wanted to continue to fuck you over.

there’s a knock on the door and you’re sitting up very quickly, “hey, can we talk?” it was jason.

hoping you looked okay, you gave a little huff and said to yourself, “don’t cry, don’t cry, don’t cry…”

“come in!” jason heard through the door, turning the handle and making his way into your room. your eyes widened and tried to act normal, like his presence didn’t make your stomach do flips. he closes the door behind you and sits next to you on the bed, you of course still not looking at him.

“why have you been avoiding me? you haven’t talked to me in days, and you can barely look at me. what’s going on?”

you wanted to tell him, you really did. but you couldn’t ruin what they had, knowing it’d be awkward for you, jason, her, and the rest of the boys.

“nothing is the matter jason, i just…haven’t been in the best state of mind recently, that’s all.” you mustered enough courage to turn and look at him, automatically regretting it to find him already looking at you. his eyes full of concern, but void of love. sure, maybe an almost sibling love, but not romantic. before all of this you had tried to make it painfully obvious of how you thought of him. but after she showed up, there was nothing really you could do.

“y/n, i’m going to take your word for it, and not pry. but i still want to talk to you.” “about?”

he looked at you once again, “does it matter?”

no, it didn’t, all that mattered was that he was talking you, something you had tried to avoid but internally yearned for.

asking the most painful question, just to make it seem like you really were okay, “how’re things going between you two?” he laughed, his beautiful smile never failing to mesmerize you.

“they’re going pretty good actually, i think i want to marry her.”

why were you surprised? they had been going for awhile now and of course he’d want to marry her. she could give him everything he wanted.

you tried not to whip your head around at him, you also tried not to burst out in sobs upon hearing those words. he wanted to marry her? “oh wow, that’s…a big commitment.” you laughed, trying to seem normal.

he in turn laughed a little too, “yeah, i know, but she just makes me so happy. i finally have the chance to have the family i’ve always wanted,”

“have two kids, preferably daughters. i am definitely going to name one amber.” of course he would, he’d always loved that name.

the pain in your chest is indescribable, you had hoped that he’d be having that family with you. but , it seems as though you may have waited too long. “that sounds amazing…i’m so happy for you.”

the words sounded disingenuous, but at this point you didn’t care. it hurt too much to see the person you love the absolute most, talk about starting a family with someone other than you.

faking a yawn you stood up, “i’m pretty tired, so i’m gonna have to kick you out now.” jason gazed up at you, faking being offended. “wow, we just started talking again and you’re kicking me out? rude.”

you laughed as he stood up and walked to your door, you following not far behind. when he stood just outside your door and in the hallway, there was an awkward silence. “goodnight, jason-“

“before i leave, can i get a hug? i’ve missed you y’know.” jason held his hand between the door and the doorway.

you hated how much you loved those words, he said he missed you. “yeah, you can have a hug.”

jason pushes the door open and quickly wraps his arms around your waist, and you wrap your arms around his neck. “please never avoid me like that again.”

he muttered in your ear, sounding genuinely hurt by what you had done. “i won’t.”

it felt like minutes before he pulled away, looking down at you and smiling. “you should get some sleep, i can see your eye bags underneath your concealer.”

“shut up, asshole.” you laughed, knowing he was just teasing you. jason stepped out of your room and into the hallway, “goodnight, y/n.”

“goodnight, jason.” you both smiled at one another before he walked down the hall to his bedroom. you closed your door and suddenly everything hit you like a ton of bricks.

he was going to marry her, he wanted her children, and he’s going to name one amber.

he’s going to have the “big, happy family life”, something you knew you probably would be apart of. possibly babysitting his children.

you hated thinking about it, but, as long as he was happy. you’d do anything for him, even while suffering in silence.

now you were left to yourself, again, laying in your bed, staring at the ceiling, tears streaming down the sides of your face and soaking your hair.

“fuck, i’m pathetic.”

you cried yourself to sleep, for the 7th time that week. wishing you would have been brave enough to just tell him how you feel, but instead you’re all alone.

and who else is there to blame, but yourself?

also, here’s the poem that the requester wrote! <3

I tried to win your love but

I can't compete

when she already won

god she's so much better

you should give her that diamond ring

I was begging for

I bet she's dying for you to get down on one knee

You probably already sing her to sleep

brush her hair

like you used to do for me

now i'm alone

got no one to hold

god my bed is so cold

But I still hope she's happy

make her smile when she's lonely

and give her a home

now that I'm alone..

imagine all of the little babies

you'll have driving her crazy

You'll probably have 2 daughters

I bet you'll name one Amber

you always really liked that name

you'll be such a wonderful father

I know you had those doubts

but I know she'll even them out,

And even though we aren't together

you always have my shoulder

for when your doubts

start to make the world dark

I just hope I'll still be around

to meet all of your little ones

but for now

I'll sit here and watch you…

be happy

I bet she's feels lucky

I'm glad you have one another

to hold each other

and keep the bed warm...

I hope you're happy

and never ever feel lonely

I'm glad you found a home

now that I'm alone...

Who Am I If Not Your Guard?

Yay! My first fic! It ain't great, but it's something.

Summary:

Wild's reckless and self-sacrificing behavior has become even more concerning. The rest of the chain is getting more and more worried every time Wild shields one of them with his own body.

Then, during a difficult and dangerous battle, they find out why.

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Chapter 1: Sacrifice in the name of Hyrule

Tired footsteps scuffed the path. The chain had been walking for miles and still hadn't found anything. They were currently in Twilight's Hyrule, making their way towards Ordon Village. The sun was setting, and they were trying to get to the village by nightfall.

"Are we almost there yet?" Wind asked, probably for the tenth time in the last hour.

"We're close," Twilight answered from his place at the front of the procession.

The peace only lasted for a moment before another whine rang through the air.

"I'm tired."

"I know."

"Are we almost there yet?"

"No."

Wind looked around, trying to find something to occupy his attention for the last bit of the walk. After a minute of searching and not succeeding, he hung his head and started to drag his feet.

"Where are all the monsters anyway?" He asked.

"Wind, don't jinx i-" Twilight's response was cut off by a shrill cry.

"Oh, there they are," Four said, surprisingly calm. His sword was already unsheathed, and the rest of the group did the same.

Soon, where there once was peace and quiet, there was a raging battle. Multiple bokoblins and a moblin crashed through the forests and fell upon the group of travelers.

Swords were whipped out of their sheaths, shields were retrieved from their rest, and arrows were pulled from their quiver. The numbers were about even, with a bokoblin to each person and a moblin to share.

For some reason though, they weren't making any progress. Hyrule swung, but each time the blade was blocked by his opponent. They were smarter than normal.

"Black blood!"

And that would be why.

The battle continued, cry after cry was heard, and thump after thump rang out as enemies dropped to the ground. There were only five bokos and the moblin left.

Hyrule peered around, looking for injuries. It didn't seem like anyone was hurt badly, mild cuts and bruises, but nothing worse.

While he was distracted however, a stray bokoblin managed to sneak up on him. The offending creature raised his weapon and squealed, prepared to strike.

"Hyrule!" He heard multiple people yell, and instead of alerting him to the danger, they only distracted him more.

Just when he was managing to turn back around, a massive weight crashed down upon him, and he fell to the ground.

He couldn't see, his face pressed into the packed earth. He could, however, hear. And what he was hearing was the voices of his brothers, currently yelling at him.

It felt like an hour, though it was probably only a few seconds before he felt the weight lift off his back. He whirled around, looking for the offending object.

Instead of seeing a enemy, rock or even a big branch however, he only saw a mass of blond, blue and red.

It was Wild, and on top of him, a bokoblin. Dead.

Wild was slowly coming around, blood dripping down his shoulder and a nasty bruise forming smack in the middle of his face.

"Is he okay?" Hyrule heard someone ask, though it was muffled, his own thoughts taking priority whirling around his ears.

"He'll be fine," a strong and steady voice said.

The fog over his eyes cleared, and Hyrule could once again see his surroundings.

He was lying in the mist of a battle field, dead monster carcasses lying about, waiting for some carnivore to carry them off.

He was being supported and checked for injuries by Sky, who's relief showed evident on his face as soon as he saw Hyrule tracking his motions.

"Are you alright?" He asked softly, the concern in his voice matching the crease of his forehead.

"Yeah, yeah. I'm fine," the traveler sighed, "What happened?"

"A boko snuck up behind you. Wild took the hit," Sky answered, looking over at both the savior and the future recipient of a stern lecture.

Hyrule also looked over and saw the now groaning champion being held still by an exhausted and exasperated captain. His face was still sporting an ugly mark, but his shoulder was patched up well enough. The front of his tunic was stained with blood, but it didn't seem to be his.

"Wild, why in the world would you do that?" Hyrule asked, almost a whisper amidst the louder chatter of the rest of the chain.

"You're 'bout ta get 'it. Not hit now," The champion slurred with a loopy smile one his face. It quickly turned into a grimace when Warriors prodded his shoulder.

"Ak! Cut 't out Cap'n!" He whined to the offender, who was now checking his face.

"You stop getting hurt and I'll stop it, got that?" He asked.

Wild pouted, but stopped talking.

Hyrule leaned into Sky, barely listening to the chatter around him. He wished Wild didn't get hurt, but thankful that his brothers were watching out for him.

"Twi! He's trying to destroy my face!"

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Well, that's the end of the first one, thank you to all of y'all who read to the end! If you have any thoughts or ideas for the next one, or just in general, I would love to hear them! Thank you!

The first night

Odysseus retelling of his first night in Ithaca, (part 1)

In the first night she asked with the warmest voice 

- Let me love be your soul, let my voice be your voice, let us be together in bliss.

I tried to punch, to escape, but She…

took my fist and twirled below it, her eyes ignited, her face became a flame, and before knowing, vines. Warm and soft vines blossomed around me, i tried to fight but with a movement of wrist my legs... they became limp.

I fell on the warm scented bed while as the gracious nymph that she was, twirled her warm fingers to my chin as she kissed my head. In a moment my moist eyes, where dried, my hands embracing her, my lisps, ready, while I was drowning away in my own tears; then she said: 

-Let your tears be swept away by my embrace, let your cries become laughs and strength, let your shouts become a kiss and your fists a hug. Let me be your home my dear and no one separates us no more.

My hands encircled her skin, her dewy warm embrace, her blazing embrace, while I was drowning away. A voice that wasn't mine, not from the my heart but the throat, came : 

-I love you, love.

And then black it was and for 7 years the norm it became.

But last night, HORRIBLE NIGHT, I dreaded it as I saw our bed, our olive bed.

- I despise you stars, I despise you moon as the flowers that enveloped me before, cowards!, witnesses of my pain, your dim light never forgets, my cries and hopes for the rosy dawn again, why do you want me to stay in hell?, I thought.

But something was odd, the cold, the breeze among the olives twigs, the scent of rain…, the coarse linen, the translucent veil… but SHE WAS THERE

I only saw her face on you my joy , as you tended me on our bed, your rosy fingers in my chest, the chest…, how you stroke my skin in that way, how you played with my hair…and then:

-My love.

My body became still, my gaze disturbed, the room, the twigs, it was again stone, the warmth, the flush, the vines, the smile, the pain...

Her face

-You´re with me dear, there´s nothing to fear.

The touch, the kiss, the strokes, the forehead, the hands, the talk that wasn´t my own, it was all again, the same…

But, no. I felt water on my eyes, my beard, my mouth didn´t form a smile, no, it was a cry of help. from deep inside it rosed:

BUT GODDESS PLEASE, OH GRACIOUS NYMPH, PLEASE NO MORE, PENELOPE MY JOY, I CAN´T I JUST CAN´T!!!!! FORGIVE ME DEAR, FORGIVE MY JOY!!!!!!

And everything was cold again. SALT, I tasted salt, sweet salt, the cold again, no warmth, only a figure in distress. It was YOU; as you ran towards the candle I saw no stone, only flowers and twigs not vines;  I saw your work, your shade.

How I didn't saw joy nor lust, I saw FEAR, I saw PAIN, I saw a Flame. Not the moon, not the vines not the stone of her lair, no, it was cold again.

How you rushed towards me, crying, cold, coarse, how your skin wasn't plump, how your voice broked, how your eyes were filled with tears, how you let them free, how you screamed:

Odysseus, please I´m here, you can count on me!

And there I was, with you I saw my hands, my arms, my legs. My voice, it was me not him.

I was still and the she appeared again in my thoughts, rosy as the dawn, volouptous hair as water in the rain.

-In the night? my will is only for the day, how can I speak, what´s the new spell you placed on me? WHY ARE YOU TORMENTING ME AGAIN? ISN´T THIS WHAT YOU WANTED? DON´T TORTURE ME ENOUGH WITH HOME PLEASE, LET THE DARKNESS EMBRACE MY BROKEN BONES, LET THE WARMTH TAKE OVER ME!.

So raw i shouted that the walls might have even collapsed, I saw how the stone gave way to twigs, how the rocks birthed the starry night, how the lines of stone became leaves, how she transformed like morning mist.

Her voice cracked, her hair dulled, her eyes in silver they became, her smile changed into fear. It was real it was really YOU, your pain as you touched my hair, it was you and I under OUR olive bed.

I rose from the dead, to rush towards you joy, you were AFRAID not of me but of him, the husk of the man i became there.

How with your gentle hands you touched my cheeks, and face to face I see, for the first time: your cries.

I felt how your dim warmth gave way to tear, who you didn´t close you eyes as I faced away. How I was home.

The first night

Part 2: Wanax

“Father what?!!!!”. I was interrupted by a stoic voice coming from across the megaron as clear and cold as glass.

“Telemachus..I “. I tried to muster something to quell his fiery question but.

“She did what?”;  he asked once more.

“Telemachus, my dear joy, my little prince, what did you hear?”. I tried to compose myself  while my thoughts were  stuck one upon the other

“Everything..since the beginning.”, he said with confusion in his eyes

He exchanged eyes with mine. A cold sweat started to embrace me, as dark as last night but not a chill breeze but of winter´s freeze. I tried to compose myself, to talk, to say something. but then  noticed..

“Why I can´t talk''; I thought, “Why I can´t move my limbs?” i tried to said, but nothing, my lisps where shut and my eyes still.

“Are they here?”, “is this nothing more than a dream?” , “Am I still in the concave cave?” , my thoughts started to coalesce in a waterfall of doubts, shouting louder than poseidon´s waves.

Then I heard it: *oink* and a woman´s laughter.

I froze for a moment: “she can´t be here, she can´t be in Ithaca, she must be in Aiaia!”

*oink* *oink*

The pigs were getting closer.

I tried to recognize the room, tried to scrutinize everyone's reactions to the Daughter of Helios; no one seemed to heard what i heard; I tried once more when an oink felt sharper than a spear instead i saw flowers; white flowers gently growing in the morning light of the room, in the light of my throne

“Molly” I thought, “she's here to make everyone her next meal”, I tried to think, “she's here in Ithaca because of me”, “ I can't let her near”, “I can't lose here”, “I can't lose them too”.

Before the radiant Circe could enter the palace I shouted from deep inside like an earthquake: “Telemachus, dear son run for your sweet life!!!!!!”. I saw how my beautiful son shaked in fear while I was heading towards you, my Joy.

“Penelope, my queen, my life, my star, run upstairs and cover your gracious face, an immortal has come and shines worse than the summer´s sun”, I tried to muster this before seeing how your eyes started to fill with the radiance of stars.

You believed me though, as your entourage and you, climbed the pearly stairs to our bed.

I heard her steeps, as harmonious as the lyre´s strings and I thought: “think Odysseus, think, what can be her plan?, to suffocate you while she sheds Penelope´s blood, is she here for fresh lovers, is she here for ..is she here for …?”, that question: “ is she here for…? .Those words ravaged my mind and my eyes fixated again on the gentle flowers.

“THE FLOWERS” I shouted. “ Look how they move, how they snare, how they creep from below. the pain, the gold, the threads, the stick, the pigs”,I rumbled.

“ White”. It all become white.

“It was her,” I knew. Before being able to react, she stepped into the throne room.

As gracious as she was, as wild as her home, as intimidating as ever, she was there in my home.

“Your graceful goddess, mistress of Aiaia” I said in my kindest of voices.” Odysseus Laertides, father of Telemachus”, spoke as mellow as honey.

“Welcome to my Ithaca, to my palace, to my home” I welcomed her, waiting for a response but She as passive as a spider waiting for something to throw her thread, didn't say a word.

But I added in a joyful tone “ By your oath you must not harm me nor my people” . I remember the oath I made her vow, but it only applied in Aiaia, I feared as a knot was forming in my throat.

“hurt them or the taste of my bronze sword would be…” I couldn't finish my speech as you cut me.

“ODYSSEUS, STOP!!!” You shouted.

It was quicker than the evading foam of the sea, but as that I saw her transform

“HE..R HER FACE IS CHANGING, STAY BACK” I said as I saw her changing formswas  . “Stay back ! I'm warning you!.” I shouted imagining the monster that she would become:

“ A siren” to low for her grace, “scylla”, no, she pitied her.. I made recount of all my encounters but then It hit me as lighting of the mighty above.

“A chimera”. I  was getting ready to stick out my sword as the bow was hanging in the wall.

But as the thought was being  born, her  height diminished, her light arms became dark,

“ It's a girl?” I thought as her factions rounded and became mundane.

A sweet voice as morning dew let through her frail throat: “Our lord, your grace, i'm only here to bring you my harvest, my tribute to you” she said before tears formed in her little eyes. “Why do I get to taste your divine threat?” she let out amidst a nascent spring.

“You're a girl,” I said, perplexed.

Where is SHE? I asked, then it dawned “OHH you're one of her nymphs, aren't you?” I asked her with rage

“Tell Circe in my house her presence is not allowed….”. I was demanding to know before I felt a pain in the cheek, how I felt it touched my teeth”, how it started to rush like five hundred bites.

The sound traveled the throne room as the godly arrows of Eros, as silence followed suit.

A moment later I saw a hand, a delicate hand, marked by years of work, of pricked fingers, your hand.

“Mighty Wanax,  who's Circe??” asked the perplexed girl. 

she then added “  I'm (insert girl name here), daughter of (insert random name)”,  she recovered her normal voice as she saw there was danger no more. 

“ Shepherd as the only kin of his, I came to bring you the fattest pigs of us  as sacrifice to the gods of the isle, from my father and I”.

As she was speaking I saw her eyes turning from fear to pity, as you Joy were whispering something into her ear.

Then she looked at me and with a reverence said  goodbye.

“I told her that our rightful lord, our divine King, has become afraid of pigs as part of his crew was killed by Circe's boars”, you said in a calm voice after the storm of before.

My dear, thank you.... I lost myself… I tried to say before you cutted me again.

“Lost myself?”, you spitted from your mouth.

“I saw your deep eyes filled with blood, your tense wrists, your  forced grin, I saw anger in your words” you said before composing yourself again.

And delivered from the depths of your kind heart: “ My Joy I'm afraid of you”

-A...afraid, you are afraid of me? Those winged words cut deeper than immortal bronce, than mighty lighting than the grief I have been carrying since the beaches of Troy.

Did I become a threat, a….. monster to you? I asked.

Words couldn't exist as I mumbled my way through the syllables, letters then formed my deepest fear, losing you.

“Not dear, i'm afraid of what you can do to our people, you're still King after all, i pity you from my depths below bottom, but you aren't my Odysseus, not anymore” another cold rush befell on me, I was being skinned alive, no, I would have prefer that instead of making you say those words,

“I i..i. am...Odysseus”. I tried to say as I was getting myself out of the vortex of despair I was falling prey to.

“Why does she hate me, 20 years away, the horse, the boy, Polyphemus, the crew…..all has been in vain?” my head wanted to explode. I wanted to be Priam there, I was cursed to feel his demise too.

“I…i…i a..am sorry” I said supplicant while throwing myself to your knees, to your knees my love.

I thought I was falling to the house of the one of many guests, to the one whose house is set on the west but no; I felt a hand and kiss after all what had been said.

“You're Odysseus, son of Laertes, father of my joy, dear Telemachus” you said before adding” you're Odysseus King of Ithaca, you're but still my love.”. Those words felt like  woven wool blankets, as warm as a child could hope for.

“I..ahm” I said as I was standing up, as I was composing myself again, as seeing there was no threat again.…

Thank you, my queen” I said in my normal voice.

Everything was as normal as before, the people were there again, no one had runned away as I demanded when thinking Aiaia´s mistress was in the palace. No, they had been there petrified as there awaited king shouted to a little girl no more than 14 springs old. They witnessed how their beloved wanax was put in place by the hand of her faithful wife. Even he had been there all the time.

“Telemachus” I tried to reach him with his name..

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fireflies ࿐ ࿔*:･ﾟ

luke castellan x child of hemera!reader backtrack: "fireflies", owl city inspiration: "till the end of the moon", ep 20

“what’s your happiest memory, luke?” you asked curiously.

he looked down at you, a little frown on his handsome face. “my happiest memory?” he repeated, and you nodded. “meeting you,” he said without hesitation, pulling you into his chest.

“flatterer.” your voice came out muffled.

“you love it.”

“yeah,” you admit, cherishing this rare moment of peace and quiet. you and luke had snuck out of the hermes cabin again, escaping into the woods to the wooden bench swing you had installed several months ago. it was located in a small clearing by the lake; you didn’t know if anyone else knew about it, but if anyone did, they hadn’t said anything yet. the stars were out and it was quite chilly, but being pressed up against your boyfriend fixed that problem easily.

“I’m serious, though,” luke said, his voice a low rumble. “and I know I don’t say stuff like this often, but really . . . the moment I saw you, I knew I was done for. you were so bright, so positive . . . the complete opposite of me.”

a light blush on your face, you reached up and pulled luke down so his lips met yours. you felt him smile against you, leaning into the kiss as his arms reached around you to keep you pressed to him. you dragged your hands through his hair, down his shoulders, across his chest. by the time you pulled away for air, both of you were breathing heavily.

luke smirked and brushed some hair out of your eyes. “you were looking for a different answer, weren’t you?” he asked knowingly, referring to your first question.

you smiled a little. “yeah,” you admitted. “I wanna know what your life was like before coming to camp. I mean, I know it was awful” -- luke’s childhood was a bit of a touchy subject that both you and him didn’t often talk about -- “but there had to have been something that was good. something, anything, that made you happy.”

luke hesitated, hands absent-mindedly tracing shapes on your arms. “I guess. . .” he frowned a little, as if the memory was hard to think about. “there was one time thalia, annabeth and I camped out in the woods. we were near a lake, and it was peaceful. the stars were out, we could hear the crickets . . . it was a lot like this, actually.” he gestured to the clearing around you. “a bunch of fireflies came out at night, just buzzing and flying around us, lighting everything up.”

you hummed in acknowledgement. “that sounds beautiful,” you said gently.

he smiled a little, a faraway look in his eyes. “it was,” he said softly. “it was the first time I felt at peace since . . . well. since leaving.” his eyes grew sad, longing for the memory that had been buried so deep inside.

you hugged him comfortingly, laying your head on his shoulder. “I’m sorry I asked,” you said quietly. “I shouldn’t have pried.”

“no, no.” luke turned his head and pressed a kiss on your hair. “I’m happy to share these things with you. it just makes me sad to remember. but at least I have you.”

you could sense he was trying to make you feel better. so you did the natural thing.

children of hemera like you had control of diurnal animals. fireflies were diurnal animals. so you reached out around you, calling to all the fireflies in the area. they appeared, slowly at first, then all at once, thousands of little lights emerging from the dark night and floating around you. luke’s eyes widened as he gasped softly, sitting up straighter and turning his head this way and that, taking in everything around you.

“you have me,” you said softly, pressing a loving kiss to your boyfriend’s lips. “and at least we have the fireflies.”

divider by @strangergraphics

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