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"My child is completely fine"

Your child wants to be in a donna tartt book

they all look like assholes lmfao

he loves his ranter boyfriend

This is Bunny Corcoran your honor

After the Ithaca Saga, I believe that Odysseus thought he and Athena were officially done forever and would only occasionally see each other because she was mentoring Telemachus now. He really thinks there's no way they can reconnect anymore and attempt at a friendship this time, but he's fine with it, he can accept it.

That is until Telemachus goes up to him one day like:

"Hey father, can I ask you something?"

"Yes son, of course."

"You mentored under Athena before right? Do you happen to know a friend of hers?"

"Oh I... I wasn't aware Athena had friends before. She was very adamant about that "No Friends" rule back then... kind of stings."

"Oh really? She talks about him a lot."

"Does she now? *mumbling* must be so special about this fRieNd of Athena..."

"Yeah she told me about this one time he wanted to impress someone, so he climbed on all the way to the tree branch next to the balcony of their room and leaned against the trunk to look cool, but he kept talking to Athena in her owl appearance so he didn't notice the other person going to the balcony and he got so spooked when they called out to him, he turned too fast and lost balance, slipped, smacked his ass on the tree branch and broke his arm when he fell, so he had to wear a sling for 3 months and couldn't sit down for 2 weeks."

"....call Athena right now."

"Why-"

"ATHENA!!!"

The second Athena appeared, Odysseus threw himself at her, on one hand going "YOU CONSIDER ME YOUR FRIEND WHY DIDN'T YOU SAY SO!?!?!?!" and on the other going "WHY ARE YOU TELLING MY SON ALL MY EMBARRASSING STORIES!?!?! THAT WAS BETWEEN ME, PENELOPE AND YOU!!"

He was actually crying. Athena has absolutely no idea what is happening or what she should do. Telemachus just discovered a whole new side of his dad and might know where he gets it from now....

as an asexual with a bi younger sister, i think i accidentally left my sexuality behind in the womb and my sister picked it up

who do you think, in your canon, did Richard dedicate his first novel to? Would he pay respects to Henry? Do something morbid like dedicating it to Bunny? Acknowledge Francis’s role in it? ( the last one is funny to me because I feel like Francis would both hate it and feel secretly flattered). 

Does Francis enjoy Oscar Wilde? ( Does Richard? ) 

How do you think Richard feels about Darśan? Whenever I think about about how in Hindu tradition, what sanctified the worship is no prayer, chant, etc, but the simple act of seeing, I can’t help but think about Richard and his whole thing about being an “observer” and putting certain people on a pedestal. 

richard definitely is a dedicace guy, i think he probs would have gone for a henry shout-out but in an inside-reference way. like henry's favorite homeric phrase or something. don't think bunny is getting any such honors, nor julian post everything that went down. i think camilla maybe gets first entry in the acknowledgments, but again probably not named, something like 'to the girl who danced with me to berlioz in the early hours of the day' or some richard-ism. francis definitely does NOT get a credit in book 1 if we're going with my fic as canon, things are too weird/new with them then. but he probably peppers in stuff per francis' advice (and that opening quote he found for him) which francis would recognise immediately going through it anyway.

oscar wilde seems so obviously francis-coded i wonder if he counterintuitively finds him overrated or something. but he LOVES a quip, so maybe not. maybe he has a hot take like his witticisms were better than his literary output. i think richard enjoys wilde the same way he enjoys francis, slightly guiltily.

i don't think richard would have any idea of what darśan is unless maybe henry (who likes world religion / tradition as a point of interest) is aware of it. but i think that regard/observation as worship is certainly an aspect of his psyche. like him and francis talk about when francis reads his draft, the way you see things and the way you record that vision to yourself is in itself subjective/transformative/reflective of you.

Two knights fucking pls? Two knights fucking after a tournament plsss?

I went all out on this one 😁

Tension Between Champions

Content: NSFW, (M x M), Enemies to Lovers

His fierce eyes had a fire in them that Damien had never seen before. Mesmorized by them, only visible through the thin slit of his helmet, Damien felt a rush of heat as he admired them from across the arena. Though at first the feeling had been strange and exciting, it soon grew to become an insistent bubbling resentment.

Daring Damien, as the public knew him, was undefeated before he faced the man with the striking gaze. The fascination with his opponent bittered once he had knocked Damien off his horse and out of the top rankings. Jousting was his entire life and this stranger took away everything he had worked for in one fell swoop.

Corbin Burkhardt. From Damien's first loss onwards the mention of Corbin's name made him physically cringe. Despite being dethroned as champion, the public loved the new rivalry that had blossomed between the two. As a result, Daring Damien was matched up against Cunning Corbin time and time again. Throughout all of their competitions they were very close in the amount of wins each had. Their eyes met, their horses dashed, their poles clanked against the other's armor.

What bothered Damien the most about Corbin was his lack of sportsmanship. Not once had he greeted Damien or offered friendly remarks after a joust. He simply bore his eyes into Damien's and walked off the court in silence.

It all came to a boiling point when they were asked to joust in front of the king. Tensions were high, the audience unruly. Damien steeled himself, wanting more than anything to take victory while the king watched. As he raced forward, lance aimed at Corbin, he thought for a split second that he was sure to demount him, that is until a bruising bash knocked the wind out of him and sent him tumbling to the dirt.

Dejected, his eyes met Corbin's, the man staring down at him from up on his saddle. Corbin took his helmet off then, revealing his sharp features and dirty blonde hair. He looked like a god, the sun shining behind him as he gazed down at Damien with an expression of ... pity? Sympathy? Reverence? Damien couldn't tell which it was.

Both were forced to attend the banquet afterwards. They never had a chance to speak before, or at least never attempted to, but Damien was through with battling against this silent knight. Deciding to do his best to ignore his anger towards Corbin he approached him, aiming to strike up a cordial conversation.

"Hel-"

"Don't talk to me." Corbin interrupted.

"I beg your pardon?!" Maybe he had been right to hold a grudge against him.

"You are excused." Not even bothering to look Damien in the eye, he waved him off.

He didn't know what came over himself but he couldn't contain his rage any longer. Damien lifted Corbin out of his seat by the collar of his shirt, both fists tightly bunching up the material. It angered him even further to see Corbin's lack of response, no shock on his face, only a touch of amusement.

"You insolent fucking-"

"Oi!" The barkeep interjected. "Take it outside! I don't get paid enough to scrub your blood off the floorboards after your little tiff."

Damien shoved Corbin back, storming out, though Corbin followed close behind. Once they had rounded the corner of the tavern into the alleyway Corbin questioned Damien.

"What has you so pressed?" His nonchalance only served to irritate Damien further. Corbin stepped closer as Damien rambled.

"You do! You're cocky and rude a-and insufferable! The one time I try to talk to you and you act like a pompous dick!"

Although Damien was scolding him, Corbin closed the distance between them, even getting Damien to backup unknowingly. He trapped him against the outer stone wall of the tavern, Damien glaring daggers at him despite his back pressing into the brickwork.

"Do you really despise me that much?" Corbin tilted his head, his tone curious yet not seemingly hurt by Damien's words, almost as if he knew a secret Damien did not.

"Yes. Ever since I saw your wretched eyes I felt a strong loathing deep inside me."

"Is it loathing? Or possibly... Lusting?" Corbin smirked. Damien's eyes widened at his brash comment.

"Fuck off!"

He tried to shove Corbin away, pushing his shoulders back. Corbin remained unmoved, much to Damien's dismay. Instead of retreating, Corbin snatched Damien's wrists and slammed them above his head against the wall. Their eyes locked, the gaze intense as they studied the emotions swirling behind them.

"I must confess, I was also enamored by your eyes when I first competed against you. But I can't help but wonder..."

Corbin leaned in, his stare shifting down Damien's face, causing his cheeks to flare with an aggressive blush. Suddenly it felt like he couldn't breathe, anticipating what was to come.

"Wonder if I'll be just as enamored by the way your lips feel." He whispered, his mouth ghosting over Damien's.

Without overthinking it, Damien succumbed to the magnetic attraction that buzzed in the air. He kissed Corbin, not harshly, but also not hesitantly. It felt right, like home. Corbin smiled against his lips.

"Not so feisty now, are we?" He teased.

"Shush. Let's go someplace private."

Damien, a tad embarrassed at how easily he caved from his opponent's charm, led him to his tent. He sat on his cot, waiting for Corbin to join him. His longing grew stronger as he saw the same ferocity in his eyes as he had the first time they had met.

Corbin guided Damien to lay down, settling over top of him. His gaze still remained hard to decipher, but Damien swore he could see a sense of yearning within them.

They kissed, lips connecting, tongues intertwining. The two embraced each other, sharing a vulnerability never shown on the jousting stage. Every whimper and moan spurred them on, their bodies growing hotter.

Corbin snaked a hand down to the bulge in Damien's pants, earning a gasp. Corbin pulled back a bit, just enough to study his face.

"Is this alright?" Corbin asked with no hint of mockery or ill-will in his voice.

"Y-yes. I want to, it's just..."

"What plagues your mind? You can trust me."

"I have never entangled with a man before."

"I see. Well, if you would grant me the honour I would love to explore this new experience with you." Corbin's words were syrupy sweet, intoxicating as he traced his fingers down Damien's jawline.

"Alright. Show me what to do."

"For now simply enjoy yourself. And do let me know if you wish to stop at anytime for any reason, yes?"

"Of course." Damien blushed at how kind Corbin had become when earlier in the night at the tavern he had been so cold.

Crawling down his body, Corbin maintained eye contact as he peeled down his trousers and undergarments. Damien's eager cock sprung free, the tip a rouge hue leaking pearlescent pre-cum.

"Gotten this aroused just from little old me?" Corbin teased, face to face with his member.

"I- uh ... yes." He couldn't deny the effect Corbin had on him, both in and out of the arena.

"Shall I remedy this ... affliction I have given you?"

Damien nodded, focus transfixed on the man nestled between his thighs. Corbin ghosted his hands over his cock, gently stroking and sending shivers throughout Damien. He caressed the organ, committing to memory every ridge and vein along its length. Damien's breathing had already become shallow, his heart racing, as he savoured the attention to his aching dick.

"Oh!" Damien gasped, surprised by the sensation of Corbin's tongue licking up his shaft, from the base to the head. He kitten-licked it a few times before flicking his tongue over the tip. The taste of his salty pre-cum elicited a satisfied hum as it hit Corbin's tastebuds.

Peering up at Damien he began to take him in his mouth, circling his warm tongue around and around. The sight was incredibly erotic, making it hard for Damien to stop himself from exploding then and there.

Working down the length, getting more of his cock into his tight throat, Corbin finally had all of him inside, his pubic hair brushing against his nose. Overwhelmed with pleasure, Damien tangled his fingers in Corbin's hair, holding him down on his dick for a moment longer. Corbin popped off with a wide grin painted across his face.

"If you like you can guide my head however you wish. I will tap your leg if I need a breather."

Holding either side of Corbin's head Damien started off slow, sliding his throat up and down his length. He found a motion that was irresistible and quickly devolved into rapidly thrusting into that spot in Corbin's mouth. Frantic, he chased his high, occasionally stopping to lift the disheveled man up to get air, webs of slobber connecting his lips to his cock. Corbin easily took the skull fucking, clearly well practiced.

When Damien couldn't hold back any longer he pushed Corbin's head all the way down, burying his cock in his throat as he released his seed. He groaned as warm ropes of cum flowed into his stomach, Corbin's eyes rolling back.

Damien finally removed Corbin from his dick, a dopey smile beaming as he held the man's face with admiration in his eyes. With a tender touch, Damien wiped Corbin's mouth clean using his thumb. The caring gesture stunned Corbin, though he quickly shook it off.

Corbin got up, heading to exit the tent when Damien stopped him.

"Wait! Would you...like to stay here with me a while longer? Perhaps to relax and converse?" Damien asked nervously.

Mistaking Corbin's look of bewilderment for discomfort, Damien frantically tried to back pedal.

"By no means feel obligated to agree! I understand if you wish to retire for the night alone."

"No, no. I would love to stay. I apologize for my hesitancy. Previous partners I had been intimate with disliked when I overstayed my welcome. I have never been asked to enjoy one another's company after doing the deed." Corbin sounded forlorned in his recollection of times past but quickly gained a boost to his demeanor as he went to join Damien in the tiny cot.

There they cuddled close, appreciating the coziness that came so easily amoungst them. Sharing stories of their pasts and discussing dreams for the future, the two knights remained together in the tent until the morning sun rose over the horizon.

look i spend 99% of the book disagreeing with richard but he was right about one thing. why wont they just get jobs????

"Leaving you" - part 1/2

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I'm not good with words so I didn't write anything about this comic apart from the title (I really tried but didn't find a better one) 😂

I had to listen Black Sorrow and Cure on repeat to collect references and set the right mood 🥲 Hope I didn't mess this up too much 😂✨️

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