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Lukas, Hermes's son. He wasn’t known by mortals yet, due to onto being less than 100 years old, technically. He did look like a 18, maybe 19, year old boy, though, due to being a god. And, Telemachus, the prince of Ithaca, was still awaiting his father, Odysseus, after 20 years of him being gone, originally to fight in the Trojan war. The only problem for the young prince was the suitors who wanted his mother's hand in marriage, even though she was loyal to Odysseus and wouldn't accept any of them.

Telemachus was walking through the forest, thinking about what to do, and Lukas was sitting in a tree, his winged sandals fluttering as he watched the young man that had caught his attention. His father, Hermes didn’t have much quarrel about Lukas going to the mortal world as long as he’s safe.

Telemachus then walked closer to Lukas’ tree, mumbling idea to himself as he absentmindedly swung his sword in front of him. And, Lukas then floated down from his tree, due to the sandals, and stood in front of the prince.

"W-Who are you..?" Telemachus asked nervously, obviously not having expected anyone. And, due to this, he held his sword out in front of him, just in case Lukas’ intents were to hurt him. He didn’t know who this strange young man was. Lukas chuckled when Telemachus held out his sword. The boy's nervousness was adorable. "Whoa, careful there, you could poke my eye out," he joked, taking a step back.

He smiled at Telemachus, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "Relax, I'm not going to hurt you," he promised, holding up his hands in a gesture of peace. "I'm Lukas. And you are..?" Telemachus lowered his sword slightly, but didn't put it down completely just yet. He eyed Lukas warily, but his interest was piqued by his playful demeanor. Telemachus was used to the formal and serious personalities of the people around him and usually the suitors, not this... playful and almost mischievous attitude.

"I'm Telemachus," he replied, keeping a watchful eye on the boy. "And why were you spying on me..?" he asked, his voice still filled with suspicion. The prince of Ithaca was never one to trust easily. Lukas chuckled again, amused by Telemachus' skepticism.

"I wasn't spying on you," he protested. "I was just enjoying the view from up there." He pointed to the tree he had been sitting in. "And who could resist watching a handsome young prince swinging a sword around?" He joked. Telemachus couldn't help but blush slightly at the compliment, but he tried to keep a nonchalant expression. Telemachus's eyes widened slightly at Lukas' words, his heart skipping a beat.

He thought he was handsome..?

Telemachus blushed a little more and tried to ignore the fluttery feeling in his stomach. He tried to keep his cool, but it was difficult when faced with such a charming and attractive stranger. Telemachus cleared his throat and spoke again.

"And you're just... wandering through the forest by yourself?" he asked, lifting an eyebrow skeptically. Lukas shrugged, as if wandering the forest by himself was the most normal thing in the world.

"Yeah, pretty much." He took a step closer to Telemachus, closing the distance between them. His eyes flickered over the prince appreciatively. "I find it's more interesting to explore when you're by yourself," Lukas said. "No one to slow you down, you know?" Telemachus couldn't help but feel a little self-conscious under Lukas' gaze. It was almost like he was being undressed with his eyes, yet somehow, Telemachus didn't mind it. In fact, a part of him liked it, which made him feel even more flustered. He swallowed, trying to ignore the way his heart was beating faster. "And what are you exploring for..?" he asked, forcing himself to regain some composure.

Lukas leaned in closer, his eyes never leaving Telemachus' face.

"Oh, I'm just searching for something interesting," he said, his voice lowering. "Something... extraordinary."

Lukas was now standing so close that Telemachus could feel his warm breath on his face. Telemachus' heart thumped in his chest and he found his eyes drawn to Lukas' lips... "And I think I just might have found it," Lukas murmured, a sly smile on his face. Telemachus' breath hitched in his throat, and he was helpless to prevent the way his cheeks flushed with color.

Telemachus was at a loss for words, his mind racing with confusion and desire. He couldn't deny the way his body responded to Lukas' presence or the spark that was clearly there between them.

But... he was the prince of Ithaca, and he had a responsibility to his mother, his kingdom as future king, he couldn't be distracted by a charming stranger. Telemachus swallowed, trying to find composure once more. "I.. I need to go..." he murmured, taking a step back.

Lukas smiled and nodded. “Sure, I hope to see you again. Telemachus.” Telemachus gave Lukas a tentative smile in return, his mind still swirling with conflicting emotions.

"Goodbye.." he said softly, before turning and quickly walking away from the strange boy. But as he walked, Telemachus couldn't help but look back over his shoulder and catch one last glimpse of Lukas, still standing beneath the tree, watching him with a knowing smile. Telemachus shook his head firmly. He didn't need this distraction, not now. He had far more important things to worry about.

Telemachus trudged through the forest, determined to put Lukas out of his mind and focus on the task at hand. But no matter how much he tried, he couldn't stop thoughts of the mysterious boy from popping into his head. Telemachus thought about the way Lukas had looked at him, the way he had teased and flirted, the way he had made Telemachus' heart beat faster with just a few words and a grin.

The young prince shook his head again, trying to snap himself out of it. It was ridiculous, this infatuation with someone he barely even knew. He got home to the palace and that night his mother seemed to pick up on his wandering mind immediately. She knew Telemachus isn’t a social butterfly, he likes to keep himself to himself. A quiet boy surrounded by the rowdy suitors.

Penelope watched her son closely as the young prince sat down across from her in her chambers as she weaved. Telemachus had been distracted all evening, his thoughts clearly elsewhere.

Penelope knew her son well enough to recognize the signs. She could see the troubled look in his eyes, the furrowed brow and the distant expression on his face. As Telemachus' mother, she couldn't help but be concerned. "Something on your mind, dear?" she asked gently, setting her weaving aside for now. Telemachus looked up, his gaze flickering to his mother's face and away again. He knew he couldn't keep his thoughts about Lukas to himself forever, but a part of him felt strangely protective of the memory.

"It's... nothing, Mother," he murmured, knowing full well that it was a weak attempt at deflection. But he didn't want to admit that a boy was the cause of his distraction, especially not a boy who he'd only just met. Penelope wasn't fooled by Telemachus' attempt to brush her concerns off. She could read her son like a book, and she knew that something was bothering him.

"You don't fool me, Telemachus. I can tell something is on your mind," she said gently. "Is it the suitors again?" Telemachus shook his head, feeling a pang of guilt. He knew his mother worried about his future and the constant presence of the suitors in their home.

But this was something different... something much more personal.

Telemachus hesitated for a moment, torn between keeping the memory of Lukas to himself and confiding in his mother. He trusted her more than anyone, and he knew she would listen without judgment. But there was a sense of shame there, too, in admitting to his attraction for another boy.

"It's not the suitors," Telemachus admitted quietly, his gaze fixed on his lap. "It's nothing... my mind is just wandering... elsewhere.” Penelope raised an eyebrow, her curiosity piqued. It wasn’t like Telemachus to admit to his distraction so readily. She had a feeling that there was more to this than he was letting on.

"And what is distracting your mind, my son?" she asked, her voice gentle but firm. "It must be quite significant if it's taken your attention so completely." Telemachus fidgeted with his napkin, avoiding his mother's gaze. He was torn between wanting to tell her and wanting to keep his experience with Lukas to himself. But he knew he couldn't keep anything from her.

"I... I met someone," Telemachus said finally, his voice barely above a whisper. "In the forest." Penelope's eyes widened slightly, but she maintained her composure. "Oh? And who is this someone?" she asked, curiosity lacing her tone. Telemachus took a deep breath, steeling himself for his mother’s reaction.

"He's... he's a boy," Telemachus said quietly, his ears and cheeks growing pink. "He's strange, and charming, and... I can't stop thinking about him."

Penelope remained silent for a moment, processing this piece of information. Telemachus braced himself for disapproval or judgment. Penelope studied Telemachus' face for a moment, her eyes flickering over the blush in his cheeks and the way he avoiding looking at her directly. She could see the conflict in his eyes, the internal struggle between his feelings and his fear of her reaction.

"I see," Penelope said finally, her voice soft. "And this boy... he has captured your heart, has he?" Telemachus grew red and began to stutter, he didn’t think his mother would be appreciative of his preference towards boys than the maidens in the courtyards and village. “I….I….well….I….” Penelope watched Telemachus' stammering with a mixture of concern and sympathy. She could see the fear in his eyes, the worry that she would reject him because of his feelings.

She reached out and placed a hand on his arm, her touch gentle. "Telemachus," she said softly, "look at me." Telemachus slowly raised his gaze to meet his mother's, his expression wary. He was expecting disappointment or even disgust, but all he saw in her face was love. "It's okay, my son," Penelope said, her voice warm and steady. "I don't judge you for who your heart chooses. Love is love, no matter who it's for."

Telemachus' eyes widened in surprise, a rush of relief and joy flooding through him. He had expected rejection, but instead he was met with acceptance and love. Tears welled in his eyes, and he let out a shaky breath. "You... you're not... upset? That it's a boy?" Telemachus asked hesitantly. Penelope shook her head, a gentle smile on her face.

"Of course not," she said, tightening her grip on Telemachus' arm. "I just want you to be happy, my son. And if this boy makes you happy, then I am happy for you, too." Telemachus felt a weight lifted from his chest, a sense of relief washing over him. He had feared that he would have to hide his feelings and pretend to be someone else for the rest of his life.

But now, thanks to his wonderful mother, Telemachus felt free. He smiled weakly through his tears, his heart swelling with gratitude and love towards his mother. He had been so afraid that she would reject him, but instead she had embraced him and his feelings with open arms.

"Thank you, Mother," he said softly, his voice thick with emotion. "I don't know what I did to deserve you." Penelope chuckled softly and reached out to brush a stray tear from Telemachus' cheek. "You were born, my son. That's all you needed to do."

Telemachus let out a laugh, his heart feeling lighter than it had in days. With his mother's support, he felt like he could face anything. "I love you, Mother," Telemachus said sincerely, his eyes meeting hers. Penelope smiled, her eyes sparkling with maternal affection. "I love you too, my dearest boy," she said softly, reaching out to brush his hair from his forehead. "No matter what, always remember that."

Telemachus felt a wave of contentment wash over him. He had never been closer to his mother than he was right now. The love and understanding she displayed for him was something he would cherish for the rest of his life. And as they sat there, the tension and stress from the day's events slowly ebbing away, Telemachus couldn't help but feel a sense of gratitude for having such an incredible mother. He knew that whatever challenges lay ahead, she would be by his side.

They sat in a comfortable silence for a moment, their conversation about Lukas forgotten for the moment. Telemachus felt a renewed sense of determination; if his mother could accept him so fully, then perhaps he could find the courage to explore his feelings for Lukas further.

Telemachus bid his mother goodnight and retired to his room. As he undressed and climbed into bed, he found his thoughts drifting once again to Lukas. He replayed the events of their encounter in the forest over and over again, his heart fluttering at the memories. With a final sigh, Telemachus closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep, his last thoughts filled with a boy with brunette curls and an infectious grin.

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But all too soon, morning came, bringing Telemachus back to reality. He woke with a start, his heart pounding in his chest as he remembered the events of the day before. Lukas was still on his mind, his presence lingering like a pleasant scent in the air. Telemachus knew he had to see him again, but he didn’t know if he would or how he would.

Telemachus groaned as the morning sunlight streamed through his window, casting a warm glow across his bedroom. He sat up in bed, rubbing the sleep from his eyes and trying to shake off the memories of Lukas. But it was no use. The boy was etched into his mind, like a persistent melody that refused to leave his thoughts. He couldn't help but wonder if Lukas was thinking about him too. Was he remembering their brief encounter in the forest, just as Telemachus was?

Telemachus knew he had to focus on his duties as the prince of Ithaca, but it was easier said than done. He went about his morning routine on autopilot, his mind preoccupied with thoughts of Lukas. The more he tried to push the boy out of his head, the more vivid his presence became. He found himself stealing glances out of windows, hoping to catch a glimpse of brunette curls, but there was nothing but the usual bustle of activity in Ithaca.

Telemachus tried to distract himself with his tasks, but he found that his thoughts were too consumed by Lukas to focus properly. He made several mistakes while overseeing the maids, forgot a message he was supposed to pass on to one of his advisors, and even got lost while walking through the palace grounds.

It was hopeless.

His mind was stubbornly fixated on Lukas, and he couldn't seem to shake it off. He hadn’t even attempted to avoid the suitors today and especially Antinous he just wandered aimlessly whilst trying to do actual tasks. Telemachus walked out into the courtyard, where he usually found the suitors gathered, either chatting amongst themselves or trying to ingratiate themselves with the maids. But today, he barely even registered their presence.

Antinous tried to approach him, but Telemachus barely heard what he said, any of his mockery or threats and insults. He rolled his eyes and mumbled a nonchalant reply, then moved away, his mind still stuck on Lukas. Even the suitors noticed that Telemachus was distracted. They talked amongst themselves, some of them even laughing incredulously at how absentminded he seemed. Telemachus continued his distracted wandering, ignoring the suitors' comments and sneers. He knew he was behaving strangely, but he couldn't help it. His mind was like a scratched record, stuck on the memory of Lukas. He had never felt anything like this before. It was like a flame had been lit in his chest, and the more he tried to ignore it, the brighter it burned.

He found himself drifting towards the forest, his footsteps almost unbidden. Telemachus told himself he was just going for a walk, to clear his head and escape the distractions of the palace. But deep down, he knew he was hoping to see Lukas again.

He entered the forest, the cool shade of the trees enveloping him. Telemachus walked deeper into the forest, his heart pounding in his chest. He knew he was being foolish, chasing after a boy he barely even knew, but he couldn't help himself. It was like an uncontrollable force was driving him forward, tugging at his heartstrings.

He felt a sense of anticipation mixed with trepidation. There was no guarantee that Lukas would even be here, and yet he couldn't shake the feeling that he was close. Telemachus walked further and further into the woods, his heart growing more and more excited the deeper he went. He was lost in thoughts of Lukas, imagining what it would be like to see him again. Every rustle of a leaf or crack of a twig make Telemachus think it was him. He kept turning around, but each time no one was there. Telemachus grew slightly more irritated at himself, knowing that this was a pointless venture.

Finally, Telemachus arrived at the clearing where he had first met Lukas. The same clearing where he had first felt that electric spark between them. Telemachus stopped, taking a deep breath and looking around.

But the clearing was empty. There was no sign of Lukas.

Telemachus' heart sank, a wave of disappointment washing over him. He had been so sure that he would find Lukas here. Telemachus slumped down onto a nearby tree stump, letting out a deep sigh. He felt foolish and embarrassed. How could he have been so stupid as to think that Lukas would be here, waiting for him? He was just a silly boy, chasing after a memory. He pulled his knees up to his chest, resting his forehead against them, feeling dejected.

Telemachus sat there for a long time, wallowing in self-pity and disappointment. The trees swayed gently around him, the only sound the soft rustling of leaves. Telemachus couldn't help but think that this was a sign. A sign that he was meant to be alone, that his feelings for Lukas were pointless and hopeless. Telemachus could feel tears pricking at the corners of his eyes, a lump forming in his throat. He wanted to cry, to let out all of the frustration and heartache that he was feeling, but he stubbornly held it in.

He was a prince, after all, and princes were not supposed to cry over silly boys they hardly knew.

He sat there for what felt like hours, his mind consumed by thoughts of Lukas and the unfairness of it all. Telemachus was tired, both physically and emotionally, and he longed for some form of comfort. But there was no one around to give him the reassurance he so desperately needed. He let out another heavy sigh, feeling utterly alone in the forest. Telemachus eventually stood up, dusting off his chiton. He had wasted enough time moping and feeling sorry for himself. He needed to get back to the palace, to face the suitors and their taunts, the constant pressure of being the only heir to his father’s throne and protecting it from the suitors at all costs as well as protecting his mother.

He took one last look around the clearing, hoping against hope that maybe Lukas would appear, like a vision. But the clearing remained empty, and Telemachus was once again left with nothing but disappointment.

Telemachus trudged back through the forest, his footsteps heavy and morose. He was angry at himself for getting his hopes up, for thinking that Lukas would actually be there. He knew he was being stupid and naïve, but he couldn't help it. His heart longed for Lukas, despite the fact that they had barely spoken two words to each other. As he reached the edge of the forest back to the palace, Telemachus mentally prepared himself for the onslaught of suitors and their unwelcome advances.

Telemachus took a deep breath, summoning all his strength and composure, and stepped out of the forest and into the palace yard.

He was immediately greeted by the sight of the suitors, some engaged in swordplay, others lounging under their tents with the maids, and others simply strutting around, flexing their muscles and bragging about their latest hunting conquests and how they were going to woo his mother into making her choose one of them for marriage. Telemachus suppressed a sigh.

He knew it was going to be a long afternoon.

Telemachus walked briskly across the yard, trying to avoid the suitors' gaze. But despite his best efforts, he could feel their eyes following him, their taunts and jeers already beginning.

"Look who's finally decided to come out of hiding," one of them called out. "Did you lose your way in the forest, little prince?" another one snickered.

Telemachus gritted his teeth, but kept walking, refusing to respond to their taunts. He knew that giving in to their baiting would only make them even more insufferable. As he walked, he caught a glimpse of Antinous, the most arrogant and condescending of the suitors, standing with a group of others, whispering amongst themselves and casting smug glances at Telemachus.

“Don’t be silly, Eurymachus. Little wolves don’t get lost in forests.” Came Antinous’ mocking voice.

Telemachus felt his blood boil at the sound of Antinous' voice. He took a deep breath, trying to keep his anger in check. He knew that losing his temper with Antinous would only give the suitors more ammunition to use against him. He stopped walking and turned to face Antinous, his expression neutral. "Is there something you want, Antinous?" he asked coolly.

Antinous smirked. “Oh, there’s plenty I want. But I’m a patient man. Now, do be a good little wolf and run along to your mother’s den and tell her she better choose one of us soon if she doesn’t want any bloodshed or violence. Unless of course you want a little rematch of our fight?”

The fight with Antinous where he had met Athena and she helped him, he didn’t beat Antinous but he gave him a bloody nose and fought him enough to get him away for the rest of that day at least. Telemachus felt his heart rate quicken at the mention of a rematch. But Telemachus also knew that he had to keep a cool head if he was going to come out on top. "I'm not afraid of you, Antinous," he said firmly. "And I have no intention of telling my mother such. She will choose when she’s ready if she ever is. She still has faith in my father and I wouldn’t want you walk away with another bloody nose right?”

Antinous narrowed his eyes at Telemachus, his expression darkening. He clearly did not appreciate Telemachus’ refusal to back down.

"You’re pushing your luck, little wolf," he growled. "You may have gotten lucky last time, but I promise you, I won’t be so easy on you this time." The other suitors chuckled, enjoying the brewing tension between Telemachus and Antinous. They were all eager to see a fight, hoping that Antinous would finally put Telemachus in his place.

Telemachus stood his ground, his hand hovering just above the hilt of his small dagger. He could feel adrenaline coursing through him, his instincts telling him to lash out and fight. But he knew he had to be cautious. Antinous was bigger and stronger than him, and Telemachus wasn’t sure if he could take him on again in his current state.

"I’m warning you, Antinous," Telemachus said, his voice low and dangerous. "Back down now before you do something you'll regret." Antinous sneered at Telemachus. “Or what? You’ll give me another bloody nose?” he taunted. "You put on a tough show, little wolf, I’ll give you that.”

The other suitors were buzzing now, some of them pushing each other and egging Antinous on, eager to see a fight broke out. Telemachus’ grip on his dagger tightened, his knuckles turning white. He was trying desperately to control his anger, but the suitors’ taunts were getting under his skin. He knew that if he lost his temper, he would be playing right into Antinous' hand. But at the same time, he couldn't just back down. It would make him look weak in front of the suitors and only embolden them further.

Telemachus took a deep breath, trying to calm his racing heart. He couldn't let his emotions get the best of him. "I don't want to fight you, Antinous," he said through gritted teeth. "But if you keep pushing me, I won't have a choice." Antinous pouted and spoke in a childish tone to Telemachus. “Now, now. There’s no need for that. Run along, little wolf. I’m feeling gracious today.”

Telemachus clenched his jaw, barely containing his anger. He was seething inside, but he knew he had no choice but to walk away for now. "Fine," he said through clenched teeth. "I'll go. But mark my words, Antinous. We will meet again. And next time, I won't be so merciful."

“Oooh, I can’t wait for that, little wolf. Very scary.” Antinous chuckled as the jeering and laughing continued from the other suitors as Telemachus walked away.

Telemachus walked away as quickly as he could without looking too cowardly, his heart still pounding and his hands shaking from pent-up anger and frustration. He could still hear Antinous and the suitors taunting him as he walked away, their voices ringing out loud and clear, like nails on a chalkboard.

He wanted nothing more than to turn back around and confront Antinous, but he knew he couldn't.

Not yet, at least....

Telemachus finally reached the safety of his room, slamming the door shut behind him and collapsing onto his bed. He punched his pillow in frustration, letting out a deep sigh. The memory of the suitors’ taunts and jeers still stung, and Telemachus couldn’t shake the feeling of helplessness that had washed over him in their presence. He hated feeling weak and powerless, and the suitors’ presence only served to remind him of his current vulnerabilities.

Telemachus lay on his back, staring up at the ceiling as he replayed the scene over in his head. He was angry at himself for letting Antinous and the suitors get to him so easily. He knew they were baiting him, trying to get a rise out of him, but he had let his emotions get the better of him anyway.

He wishes he had someone by his side through all this….his mind subconsciously drifting back to Lukas. He had no doubt he would help Telemachus against Antinous and the other suitors, stand up for him like Athena did….

Telemachus felt a pang in his chest at the thought of Lukas. He couldn't deny the attraction he felt towards the boy, but he couldn't shake the feeling that it was hopeless. Lukas was just a memory, and Telemachus was certain he would never see him again. He closed his eyes, trying to push the thoughts of Lukas out of his mind, but the memory of his smile and laugh kept creeping back into his thoughts, filling him with a strange sense of both comfort and pain.

Telemachus rolled onto his side, burying his face in his pillow. He was tired, weary from the day's events and the constant onslaught of emotions running through him. All he wanted was some peace and quiet, some way to escape the chaos that had become his life.

As he closed his eyes, he found himself picturing Lukas. He could almost hear the boy's laugh, almost feel the warmth of his smile. Telemachus knew it was foolish to cling to a memory, but he couldn't help it. Lukas had ignited something in him, a spark of hope and excitement that he had never felt before. It was as if the boy had awakened a part of him that he never knew existed.

He thought of Lukas’ brunette curls, his bright shimmering blue eyes, his charming smile, the sound of his laugh…his heart ached for something he could never have. Telemachus knew that he couldn't keep living like this, hopelessly pining for a boy he had met only once. But the memory of Lukas was like a drug, and Telemachus found himself constantly returning to it, indulging in the comfort it provided him...

Even though it was nothing more than a fantasy.

Telemachus felt a pang of guilt as he realized just how desperate he had become. He was becoming addicted to the memory of Lukas like a desperate drug-user, willing to do anything to escape his reality and immerse himself in a world where Lukas was his to freely think of…the fantasy. Telemachus knew it was useless, but he just couldn't help himself. Every time he tried to focus on something else, his mind would inevitably wander back to Lukas. He found himself lost in memories of their brief encounter in the forest, relishing every little detail that he could remember.

And every time he thought of Lukas, Telemachus felt a pang of longing, a deep-seated ache that he knows will never be dulled.

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Lukas was walking through Olympus, looking for something to do. It had been a week since he met Telemachus, and the thought of the boy had plagued his mind ever since. He had no idea why he was so fascinated with Telemachus, but he just was. The way Telemachus’ cheeks had flushed when he told him his name, the way he looked at him so earnestly with those chocolate eyes, the way his soft brown hair that very much accompanied his eyes fell in his face….

Lukas found himself wandering aimlessly, his mind consumed by thoughts of Telemachus, when suddenly he heard a familiar voice behind him.

“You’re walking around like a lost puppy.” Lukas turned to see his father looking at him, an amused expression on his face. "I'm not." Lukas rolled his eyes, annoyed at being caught in a moment of distraction.

Hermes smirked, clearly amused by his son's defensiveness. "Oh really? Then what are you doing?" he teased. Lukas huffed, crossing his arms over his chest. "I'm just...thinking. Is there something wrong with that?"

Hermes chuckled at his son's grumpy expression, amused by his stubbornness. "You were just 'thinking' with a dopey expression on your face?" he asked, raising an eyebrow. Lukas flushed, realizing just how silly he must have looked. "Shut up."

Hermes grinned. "Ah-ha! So you were thinking about something! Or perhaps, someone.”

Lukas felt his heart skip a beat, his face turning even redder. He knew he had been caught. "No, I was just-" Hermes cut him off, a knowing look in his eye. "Save it. I can see it all over your face. You're smitten with someone, aren't you?" Lukas cursed himself internally. He should have known better than to try to hide anything from Hermes, the god of mischief as well as messages.

He took a deep breath and nodded, resigning himself to the fact that there was no use denying it. "Yeah...I am." Hermes chuckled again, clearly amused by his son's infatuation. "And who is the lucky person who's caught the eye of my wild son, may I ask?"

Lukas smirked. “No. I’d rather keep it to myself for now, but I’ll tell you it’s a boy and I think he’s beautiful. I only met him a week ago once but I want to see him again.” Hermes' eyebrows shot up in surprise at Lukas' words. He knew his son was attracted to men, and had been with a few in the past, but he had never seen him so entranced by just one.

"A boy, huh? And you only met him once, but you're already this besotted?" he smirked, his eyes twinkling with mischief. Lukas rolled his eyes again, feeling a mix of embarrassed and annoyed at Hermes' teasing. "Yeah, so what? Is that such a crime?" Hermes held up his hands in mock surrender. "No, no, it's not a crime. I'm just surprised, that's all. You've never been this taken with someone before. Not that I've seen, at least."

Lukas shrugged, trying to play it cool. "Maybe I'm just growing up." But Hermes wasn't fooled. He could see the excitement and anticipation in Lukas' eyes, the way his lips curled into a small smile whenever he thought about this mystery boy.

"Or maybe this boy is just special." Hermes teased, nudging Lukas with his elbow. Lukas' cheeks flushed once again, a subtle pink creeping up his neck. "Maybe," was all he said, in a soft voice. Hermes chuckled, clearly enjoying the way he was flustering his son. "So, are you planning on seeing this special boy again?" he asked, his eyes gleaming with curiosity.

Lukas shrugged again, trying to act casual even though his heart was racing. "I don't know. I hope so." Hermes raised an eyebrow, clearly amused by Lukas' nonchalance. "You hope so? You're just leaving it to chance? Come on, Son. Why not go find this boy and see him again?" Lukas sighed, feeling a mix of embarrassment and vulnerability at Hermes' prodding. "It's not that easy. I don't even know how I should find him. And even if I did, what would I say?" Hermes chuckled, shaking his head. "You're overthinking it. You’re my son, for the gods’ sakes. You're charming and witty and handsome. You can handle talking to a boy."

Lukas let out a small huff of laughter, feeling a mix of embarrassment and gratitude for his father's words. "Thanks, Dad. I appreciate the vote of confidence." Hermes chuckled again, patting Lukas on the back. "You're welcome, Son. Just remember, you have my genes. You can charm anybody you set your sights on."

Lukas rolled his eyes, but he couldn't help feeling a little bit better. Hermes always knew how to boost his confidence. "Yeah, yeah, I know," he said, trying to sound nonchalant. Hermes smirked, clearly aware of the effect his words had on his son. "Just don't wait too long to act. You don't want somebody else to snatch him up before you do."

Lukas shuddered at the thought, a sudden surge of jealousy coursing through him at the thought of someone else stealing his boy. "No, I don't want that." Hermes could see the possessiveness in his son's eyes, and he chuckled again. "Then what are you waiting for? Go find this boy and see him again.” Lukas let out a deep sigh, feeling a mixture of excitement and anxiety at the idea of hunting down this boy he had only met once.

"I don't even know where to start," he said, running his hand through his hair in frustration. Hermes chuckled again, clearly amused by his boy's distress. "You're a god. You have access to all sorts of resources. Use every trick in your domain, Son."

Lukas frowned, feeling a mix of annoyance and helplessness at the suggestion. "I'm not like you, Dad. I can't go wherever I want like you do and I can’t fly as far.” Hermes rolled his eyes, clearly amused by his son's stubbornness. "Oh, please. You've got plenty of tricks of your own. Don't pretend like you're helpless. You transport yourself to the mortal world all the time.”

Lukas let out a huff, feeling a mix of frustration and resignation. "Yeah, I know." Hermes clapped Lukas on the back, chuckling. "Then what are you waiting for? Get your ass down to the mortal world and go find your mysterious special boy. I have some one my own errands to run.”

Lukas took a deep breath, a sense of determination beginning to form in his chest. Hermes was right; he didn't have any time to waste. He had to find this boy and see him again, no matter what. He cast a grateful look at his father and nodded. "You're right. I'm going." Hermes grinned, clearly pleased with his son's decision. "That's my boy. Now give me a hug."

Lukas rolled his eyes, but he couldn't help but smile. He hugged his father tightly, feeling a sudden burst of affection for him. Hermes patted Lukas' back before pulling away, a sly look in his eyes. "And don't you dare come back until you have had that boy in your arms at least once, you hear me?"

Lukas chuckled. “Father!” Hermes just laughed, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "What? I'm just saying. You can't come back until you've successfully wooed this boy you're so smitten with."

Lukas rolled his eyes again, feeling a mix of embarrassment and anticipation at the thought of seeing the boy again. "Yeah, yeah, I got it. I'll do my best." Hermes clapped Lukas on the back, a proud expression on his face. "You better, my boy. I have every faith in you."

Lukas felt a burst of warmth at his father's words. He may be a mischievous old god, but he also had a good heart. "Thanks, Dad," he said quietly, a small smile on his face. Hermes smiled back, his eyes sparkling. "No problem, Son. Now get out of here and go get that boy. I expect a full report pronto."

With one last wave to his father, Lukas closed his eyes and focused his powers on transporting himself to the mortal world. He felt the familiar tingle of his powers coursing through his veins, and then he was gone, disappearing in a flash of smoke, ready to begin his quest in finding Telemachus, the prince he was so infatuated with, even if his father didn’t know it yet.

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Lukas appeared in a wooded area, a familiar location to him and one he knew well. He'd been there many times before, though this time was for a very different reason than others. He cast his gaze around him, scanning the area for any sign of the prince he had been obsessing over. But the forest was quiet, the only sounds coming from the wind rustling the trees, and the chirping of the birds.

Lukas felt a pang of disappointment, his heart sinking at the sight of the empty forest. He had hoped to see Telemachus immediately, to feel that rush of excitement and joy that always overcame him whenever he thought of him or the one time he was in his presence. But he was no where to be found, and Lukas couldn't help but feel a mix of frustration and disappointment.

He let out a huff, his thoughts racing. Where could he be? Could he have come to the wrong spot? Or perhaps Telemachus doesn’t come by this way often and he’ll never see him again. Fear gripped his heart at the thought. No, he couldn't let that be the case. He had to find him.

Lukas closed his eyes and took a deep breath, trying to quiet the fear in his mind and instead focus on finding the prince’s signature, his presence, his energy. He’d find him, he’s maybe just not in the forest today. There’s plenty of places he could be that Lukas can explore.

Lukas nodded to himself, feeling a sense of determination welling up within him. He knew that Telemachus could be anywhere, and he was willing to search every inch of this place until he found him. He took a deep breath, steeling himself for the search ahead.

Without a second thought, Lukas set off across the forest, his legs moving quickly beneath him as he searched for any sign of him. Lukas jogged through the woods, his eyes darted from one direction to another, his senses on high alert. He kept expecting to find the prince behind every tree, or hiding behind every rock. But everywhere he looked, there was nothing. Not a single trace of him.

It was like he had vanished into thin air. But Lukas refused to believe that this search would be in vain. He reached the edge of the forest to the village, the markets bustling within them a long winding path up a steep hill that led to a glorious palace at the top that reminded him of home.

Lukas stopped at the edge of the village, his eyes widening as he looked up at the grand palace perched on the hill. It reminded him of home, the magnificent palace where he lived with all the other gods and goddesses. He couldn't help but feel a pang of nostalgia as he looked at the stone walls and the towering columns. But he quickly pushed those feelings aside, reminding himself that he was here on mission. He took a deep breath, steeling himself for the task ahead.

He pushed his way through the crowded streets of the village, ignoring the stares and whispers that followed him everywhere he went. People were always fascinated by gods, and Lukas was no exception. They seemed even more intrigued by him than usual today, and he suspected it was because of the urgency and single-minded purpose he radiated. Lukas ignored the people ogling and whispering, his focus solely on finding the boy he was so desperately searching for.

Telemachus was a prince so of course there’s a very good chance he’s in that magnificent palace but finding him is still an issue even within the palace.

There’d be not trouble getting in (sneaking in) Lukas was the son of the god of trickery, he could get into a palace. Lukas felt a surge of determination as he looked up at the palace before him, feeling that this was where the boy had to be. He had to be inside this palace, otherwise he had no idea what to do next.

He couldn't just go through the main gate. He was disguised as a young, plain-looking mortal boy. Showing up in the palace courtyard and asking about the whereabouts of the royal family was sure to attract unwanted attention. Instead, he made his way to the edge of the palace grounds, eyeing up the walls to find a spot he could scale.

But the palisade walls were high, taller than he had anticipated. Lukas looked up at the high stone walls, feeling a bit daunted by their imposing height. He was a god, a god of mischief at that, so climbing them would be no problem, but he would have to find a point that was not guarded and in view of any passersby’s. Not that he was worried about being seen, but he still didn’t want any extra attention than necessary.

He’d use his winged sandals to scale the palace walls but they can be noisy at times and he’s learnt that the hard way. He has a love/hate relationship with his winged sandals for that reason. Lukas eyed his winged sandals, his jaw tightening as he remembered the loud fluttering noise they’d make when he used them to fly. He knew it could draw attention, and the last thing he wanted was to be seen by the whole household, possibly even the king.

He gritted his teeth, feeling a mixture of annoyance and hesitation. He hated the loud flapping of his winged sandals, but he knew he didn’t have much choice at the moment. He took a deep breath, steeling himself for the noise that was sure to come. He was a god, he couldn’t show weakness at something as simple as climbing a wall. He had done crazier things before.

With a final huff, Lukas summoned his winged sandal to start flapping their white wings attached to the golden sandals. They immediately began to flap, causing a loud whooshing sound. Lukas launched himself up off the ground, quickly rising up into the air and landing on top of the palisade wall. He crouched down, waiting for the winged sandals to stop flapping. The loud whooshing of the wings slowly faded away, and Lukas sighed with relief, thankful that the whole palace hadn’t been alerted from that noise.

He leaned against the trunk of a tree, catching his breath and listening for any signs of movement within the palace. It was quiet and still, save the gentle rustling of the leaves and the occasional bird call. Lukas knew he couldn’t just wander around the grounds looking for the prince, he needed a plan.

He closed his eyes, trying to concentrate and think of where Telemachus might be. He thought of all the places he’d expect to see the boy in the palace, but he knew that those areas would be heavily guarded. He couldn’t just waltz into the royal quarters like he owned the place. He was a god, but he wasn’t that cocky.

Though that didn’t stop him from wishing he could.

He shook his head, mentally chiding himself for letting his mind wander. He needed to focus, to think of a way to get into the palace itself and find Telemachus. He thought about all the ways he could sneak in, but he knew that he wouldn’t be able to trick or charm the guards into letting him in. He was a stranger, and he was very much out of place in the royal grounds.

As he sat there thinking, a sudden thought popped into his head: the palace gardens. He knew that the gardens were one of the more secluded areas of the palace, and it would be a good place to start searching for the boy without being seen. It was like a perfect plan in the making and it could lead him into the actual palace if Telemachus isn’t in the gardens.

He looked up at the sky, judging the position of the sun. It was still early in the day, and he knew that would be the best time to sneak into the palace gardens. There would be fewer guards around, and he could move about more freely and unnoticed. With a sense of determination, Lukas pushed himself up from the ground and crept through the shadows of the trees, heading towards the palace gardens. He crept through the garden, taking in the sights and sounds around him. The garden was a beautiful place, filled with an array of colourful plants and exotic flowers that he had never seen in the godly garden before. But he kept his focus, not wanting to lose sight of his mission. His eyes darted around, searching the shadows and peering behind every bush, but there was no sign of Telemachus.

He wasn't in the gardens, that's for sure.

Chapter Text

Telemachus was just leaving his chambers for the late morning, he had skipped breakfast as he didn’t usual have it with his mother, he only ever seen her in the evenings when the suitors were busy drinking. During daylight she stayed locked up in her own chambers, away from the suitors with maids on hand if she needed them. Telemachus usually sat in the main dining hall by himself listening to the suitors during breakfast but he couldn’t bear the thought today so he didn’t.

As Telemachus stepped out into the corridor, he was startled to hear the soft sound of footsteps and the rustling of cloth coming from somewhere nearby. He turned his head, his eyes searching the corridor for the source of the noise.

But he saw nothing but empty space, and he shook his head, wondering if he had imagined it. Then he heard it again, another soft rustle, as if something was moving just out of sight. Telemachus’ heart began to pound in his chest, but he tried to keep calm. He knew he was being ridiculous, there was probably nothing there. He was probably just tired and imagining things.

Telemachus shook his head, trying to focus on getting to his destination and not the mysterious sounds that seemed to be following him. He started to walk, his footsteps echoing down the corridor. But every few seconds he would stop, listening for the sound.

He could still hear the soft rustling, as if something was following him, but he couldn't tell where it was coming from. He felt a sense of unease growing inside him.

Was he being followed? Was someone watching him?

He turned around, trying to see if anyone was behind him, but he saw nothing. The corridor was empty, save for a few maids cleaning the rooms. Telemachus took a deep breath, trying to calm his racing heart. He was being ridiculous, he thought to himself. There was no one following him, no one watching him. He was just tired and paranoid, that's all. He needed to get to the kitchen, to eat something, to get his mind off things.

Maybe that would help him settle down. Telemachus began walking again, but he was jumpy now, his eyes darting around, his hands clenched into fists. There it was again, the soft rustling sound, coming from behind him. Telemachus spun around, his heart racing.

This time he caught a glimpse of something moving behind a column just out of sight. He stood there, frozen, his breath caught in his throat, his heart pounding. He felt a sense of dread wash over him, but he quickly shook it off. It was probably just a draft, that was all. Or a mouse.

Yes, it was probably just a mouse. Telemachus took a deep breath and started walking again, his eyes darting around, trying to catch a glimpse of whatever was making the noise. Gods, he was losing he thought as he neared the kitchen. He could also hear the muffled sound of voices, the maids gossiping as they prepared the food. Telemachus stepped into the kitchen, trying to act natural as the maids turned to look at him. They all smiled at him, used to seeing him come in there to grab something to eat.

"Good morning, Prince Telemachus," one of the maids said, a kind smile on her face. "You're up and about early today." Telemachus nodded, trying to act natural, but he could still hear the rustling sound, only it was a little quieter now. He smiled politely at the maid. "Yes, I couldn't sleep."

The maid clucked her tongue, shaking her head. "You should get more sleep then, my prince. You need your rest." Telemachus nodded, his mind only half paying attention to the conversation. He was still listening to the sound, trying to pinpoint its origin.

"You're right," he said absently, his eyes darting around the room. He couldn't see anyone or anything nearby that could be making the noise. Maybe it was just his imagination playing tricks on him. He shook his head and turned back to the maid. "I guess I'm just feeling a little restless today." "Oh, I know that feeling all too well," the maid said with a sympathetic smile. "Sometimes you just need to keep yourself busy."

Telemachus nodded, his thoughts racing. He didn't want to tell the maid about the strange sound he was hearing, he didn't want to sound like a paranoid fool. "Maybe I'll go for a walk in the gardens later," he said, trying to act casual. "Get some fresh air."

The maid smiled, clearly pleased that he was taking her advice. "That's a good idea, my prince. Spending time in nature is always a good way to clear your head." Telemachus smiled politely, nodding in agreement.

He was listening intently to the noise, trying to pinpoint its location. It seemed to be coming from a different direction now, no longer behind him, but from somewhere to his left. He turned his head, looking around. But there was nothing there, just the busy cooks and maids going about their work. One of the maids that he was most familiar with handed him a plate for his breakfast and patted his shoulder. “Take it easy, today, my prince.”

Telemachus took the plate from her, nodding his thanks. "I will, thank you," he said, smiling politely as he walked out the kitchens towards the gardens to eat. He didn’t feel like sitting in the hall with any of the suitors if they’re there.

He felt a slight relief as he stepped into the fresh air outside, the sound of the birds singing in the trees a welcome distraction from the noise that had been plaguing him before hand. He sat down on a bench in the shade of a tree and began to eat, trying to focus on the food and not the mysterious sound that had been following him for the past half an hour.

As he ate, Telemachus' mind raced with theories of what the sound could be. It was probably nothing, he told himself, just his imagination playing tricks on him. Then he heard it, flapping? It sounds like wings but not of a bird.

Telemachus looked up, startled. The noise was louder now, like the beating of wings, only smaller and faster. He scanned the area, but he couldn't see anything. The noise seemed to be coming from everywhere and nowhere at once. Telemachus' heart rate quickened, his mind racing with possibilities.

He quickly put his plate down and stood up, looking around him nervously. The beating sound was getting louder, closer. Telemachus started to back away, his hand reaching down for the dagger at his side. He was on high alert now, his senses heightened. Whatever was making the noise was close by, he was sure of it. The sound was getting even closer, and Telemachus could feel his heart pounding in his chest. He gripped the handle of his dagger, his eyes darting around, looking for any sign of movement.

The sound was so close now that Telemachus was sure that whatever was making it was right next to him. He spun around, his blade raised, ready to attack...

“Hey, I’ve told you about that thing. You could still poke my eye out.” Telemachus nearly jumped out of his skin as a male voice suddenly spoke up and he seen none other than Lukas standing there, looking amused as ever yet still rather concerned.

Telemachus relaxed immediately, a mixture of relief and surprise washing over him. "Lukas," he said, lowering his knife and taking a deep breath to calm his racing heart. "You....startled me." Lukas chuckled, clearly amused by Telemachus' reaction. "Apologies for startling you," he said, a hint of amusement in his voice. "But you looked like you were ready to fight an army."

Telemachus rolled his eyes, tucking the dagger back into his belt. "Yeah, well, don’t sneak up on people.“ Lukas shrugged, a smirk on his face. "I wasn't trying to sneak up on you, I was just following you." Telemachus raised an eyebrow, slightly surprised by the fact that Lukas had been following him. "You were following me?" he said, his curiosity piqued.

Lukas nodded, a mischievous glint in his eye. "Yep. Been following you since you left your chambers. You didn't even notice." Telemachus huffed, feeling a mix of annoyance and amusement. "And why were you following me?" he asked, crossing his arms over his chest. Lukas shrugged again, still looking amused. "Just wanted to see what you were up to. Got a problem with that?"

Telemachus rolled his eyes, but couldn’t help but feel a little bit amused at Lukas’ nonchalant attitude. "No, I suppose not. But why didn't you just say something instead of stalking me like that?" Lukas chuckled, clearly amused by Telemachus's irritation. "Where's the fun in that?" he said, grinning. Telemachus rolled his eyes again, shaking his head. "You’re insufferable, you know that, right?" he said, though there was no heat in his words.

Lukas smirked, clearly unfazed by Telemachus's insult. "Oh, I know. It's one of my best qualities."
Telemachus snorted, trying to hide his own amusement. "Right, right. That and you like to be a little stalker." Lukas raised an eyebrow, his smirk growing even wider. "Hey, I was just curious to see you again like I said. Can you blame me?"

Telemachus couldn't help but feel a warm feeling in his chest at Lukas' words. He shook his head, trying to hide his smile. "No, I guess I can't blame you," he said, trying to sound unbothered. Lukas chuckled, clearly enjoying the back and forth. "I knew you'd see the light." Telemachus rolled his eyes again, but he couldn't help but feel a little bit charmed. "You're still ridiculous."

Lukas grinned, clearly proud of himself. "I know, I know. But you like me anyway." Telemachus huffed, trying to play it cool. "I never said I liked you."
Lukas chuckled, clearly amused by Telemachus' denial. "You don't have to. I can see it in your eyes." Telemachus felt his cheeks flush, hoping that Lukas couldn't see it.

He scoffed, trying to play it off. "You're delusional."
Lukas smirked at Telemachus's denial, clearly amused by his reaction. "Am I? You're the one with the flushed cheeks." Telemachus felt his cheeks grow even hotter at being called out, and he turned his head away, trying to hide it. "Shut up," he muttered, feeling embarrassed.

Lukas chuckled at Telemachus' reaction, clearly enjoying teasing him. "Aww, look at you, all flustered." Telemachus glared at Lukas, feeling a mix of embarrassment and annoyance. "Stop it," he said, his voice slightly wobbly.

Lukas grinned, clearly finding Telemachus' embarrassment amusing. "Make me," he said, his eyes sparkling with mischief. Telemachus couldn't help but feel a strange flutter in his heart at Lukas' words. He knew he should stop this, but he couldn't help himself.

Telemachus took a deep breath, trying to collect himself. "You're insufferable, you know that? You come here uninvited, follow me around, and then tease me relentlessly." Lukas shrugged, still looking amused. "You like it." Telemachus huffed, feeling a mixture of annoyance and attraction. "I do not."

Lukas smirked. “Alright, alright, I suppose I’ll stop.” He says in hummed tone and a playful roll of his eyes. Telemachus let out a sigh of relief, glad that Lukas was finally dropping the teasing. “Thank the gods”. He muttered, running a hand over his face.
Lukas chuckled, clearly enjoying Telemachus' reaction. "Don't tell me you're that eager to get rid of me.” he said, a sly smile on his face.

Telemachus rolled his eyes, trying to hide his amusement. "Well, you are irritating, you know."
Lukas feigned hurt, dramatically placing a hand on his chest. "You wound me, my dear prince. I'm a delight." Telemachus huffed, trying not to let the nickname affect him. "Hardly. You're a nuisance."

Lukas chuckled, clearly unbothered by Telemachus' insult. "And yet you keep talking to me." Telemachus huffed again, feeling a mix of annoyance and a strange fluttering feeling in his chest. "I'm only indulging your insolence because I'm bored and you’re more interesting than an arrogant suitor.”

Lukas leaned back against a tree, still looking amused. "Oh, so you admit that I'm interesting?"
Telemachus huffed, feeling a mix of irritation and something else he didn't want to admit. "Only in the same way that a ship wreck is interesting," he retorted. Lukas chuckled, clearly amused by Telemachus' witty response. "Ouch, that hurt," he said, feigning pain.

Telemachus rolled his eyes, but he couldn't help but feel a small surge of satisfaction at Lukas’ response. "Good, you deserve it for being so annoying." Lukas couldn’t help but smirk again. “You know, you’re pretty cool for a mortal.” Telemachus rolled his eyes. “We’ve only met once before, this is the second time. You couldn’t possibly have an opinion on me yet.”

Lukas chuckled. “I’m a good judge of character. So who are these arrogant suitors you speak of?”

Telemachus shrugged. "Oh, just a bunch of pompous, self-absorbed arrogant fools who think they're entitled to my mother’s hand just because my father isn’t home yet." He rolled his eyes. "They're all the same, just trying to impress her with their attitudes and their titles." Lukas smirked and chuckled but spoke of the same distain for the suitors. "They sound charming. So why isn’t your father home?”

Telemachus's expression turned sad, and he looked down at his feet. "He's left to fight a war against the Trojans." He sighed, running a hand through his hair. "He's been gone for 20 years now, and I hope one day he’ll come home. I know he will, he has to get to rid of these awful suitors. If I was as strong as him I’d do it but I’m not, I can barely fight one. But I have to protect my mom from them.”

Lukas felt a pang of sympathy for Telemachus, and he softened his tone. "I'm sure he'll be back soon. If you have faith, it will be returned. I’d say you’re doing a good job so far. They haven’t gotten near your mother yet, right?” Telemachus shook his head, still staring down at his feet. "No, not yet. But they're getting more and more persistent every day."

Lukas sighed and walked over to Telemachus, putting a reassuring hand on his shoulder. "Hang in there. I know it's tough, but you're doing a good job keeping them away." Telemachus looked up at Lukas, a small smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. Despite the situation, he couldn't help but feel comforted by Lukas’ presence.

"Thanks," he said quietly. Lukas gave his shoulder a squeeze, trying to offer some reassurance. Telemachus felt a strange flutter in his stomach at the touch, but he brushed it off as just feeling comforted by a friends gesture. Lukas let out a sigh and leaned back against a tree. "So, these suitors, are they always around? Sounds like you never get a moment’s peace."

Telemachus gave a resigned sigh, feeling a mixture of helplessness and frustration. "Pretty much," he said, his voice tinged with exhaustion. "They're always around, always trying to win my mother's favor. It’s exhausting." Lukas shook his head, a look of annoyance on his face. "They sound insufferable. I don't know how you put up with them."

Telemachus shrugged, a tired expression on his face. "It's not easy. They're relentless. They'll do anything to catch her attention. They have no shame." Lukas huffed, his annoyance growing. "That's just ridiculous. Don't they have any respect?” Telemachus gave a small huff out of his nose. "Apparently not. They’ll do anything to impress my mother, no matter how ridiculous or embarrassing."

Lukas smirked, an idea in his head. “We should get rid of them ourselves, give your father a little head start for when he comes home.” Telemachus’ eyes widened slightly, surprised by the suggestion. "What? No, no, no. That's too risky." Lukas raised an eyebrow, clearly unbothered by the idea. "Why? The suitors have been tormenting you for years, isn't it time for a bit of payback?"

Telemachus opened his mouth to protest, but Lukas kept going. Lukas placed a hand on Telemachus’ shoulder, trying to persuade him. “Come on, think about it. You and I vs however many suitors there are. And we’d be doing your father a favor too.” Telemachus hesitated, feeling a mixture of fear and excitement at the prospect.

“There’s a 108 of them and only two of us.” Telemachus sighed. "Just think," Lukas said, his eyes glittering with excitement. "We could get rid of those pretentious, arrogant, self-centered pricks and leave them to rot while waiting for your father. Who knows? He might show up right after.” Telemachus bit his lip, feeling a strange mix of anticipation and anxiety at the suggestion. He couldn't believe he was actually considering it, but the thought of taking revenge on the suitors was incredibly tempting.

Lukas continued to press on, sensing Telemachus’ indecision. "Come on, it'll be fun. We can plan it all out, get rid of every single one of those assholes." Telemachus shook his head. “They’re not as easy as you think. Antinous is the worst of them, he’s their leader. I’ve fought him once, it didn’t end that well….”

Lukas huffed, frustrated by Telemachus' hesitation. "So what? We take him out first. That'll make the others easy to deal with." Telemachus sighed, still feeling uncertain about the whole idea. "It's not that simple. He’s practically guarded by the rest of those egotistical maniacs, and they’ll definitely put up a fight…"

Lukas rolled his eyes, growing impatient. "Like I said: we have a plan. We have the advantage here. And besides, it’s just a few punches and kicks, what’s the worst that can happen?” Telemachus raised an eyebrow at Lukas’ nonchalance. "They can attack back, for one thing. And they’re all taller and twice our size…we’ll end up beaten bloody to a pulp. We’ll be lucky if they don’t kill us.”

Lukas rolled his eyes again, clearly dismissing Telemachus’ worries. "Please, I could take them all on without breaking a sweat." Telemachus rolled his eyes. “You’re real funny. Don’t you have to go home soon? Where do you live? Aren’t your parents worried you wandered off?”

Lukas waved Telemachus' concerns away dismissively. "Nah, they know I can handle myself. And besides, I like it here. It's way more interesting than home." Telemachus raised an eyebrow, curious despite himself. "Why's that?"

Lukas paused for a moment, as if contemplating how much to reveal. "Let's just say some of my family isn't the most...pleasant of company sometimes.” Telemachus raised an eyebrow. "You have annoying family?” Lukas chuckled. “Oh, boy, do I. My great uncle is a total pain in the ass. Make that both of them and all my uncles really.”

“Oh yeah? What’s he like? Your great uncle?" Telemachus asked. Lukas grimaced, clearly not happy with the topic of conversation. "Oh, where do I start? He's the embodiment of hubris and hates everyone. He's also very condescending, I can't stand it. Not to mention he never shuts up about certain things sometimes.”

Telemachus chuckled, amused by Lukas' rant. "Sounds a lot like you, come to think of it." Lukas huffed, feigning offense, but secretly enjoying Telemachus' teasing. "Ha ha, very funny.” Telemachus grinned, enjoying Lukas' reaction. "No, seriously. You're just as cocky and self-assured. You think you could take on those suitors single-handedly without breaking a sweat, remember?"

Lukas rolled his eyes, trying to seem nonchalant. "Alright, maybe we have some things in common. But trust me, you haven’t met my great uncle. He makes me seem like a saint in comparison.”Telemachus chuckled, amused by Lukas' description. "I don't know if I want to meet him, he sounds insufferable."

Lukas shrugged. "Trust me, you don't. He's the absolute worst.” Telemachus tried to hide his grin, finding Lukas' ranting to be humorous. Lukas huffed, annoyed by Telemachus' amusement. "Ugh, stop smiling like that." Telemachus tried to keep a straight face, but failed miserably. "I'm sorry, I just can’t help it. You're just so..."

Lukas raised an eyebrow, curious. "Just so what?"

Telemachus chuckled. "Irritatingly cute." Lukas' expression turned from curious to surprised. "Excuse me?" Telemachus realized what he said and quickly looked away, trying to hide his embarrassment. "Uh, I mean...uh..."

Lukas smirked, clearly pleased by Telemachus' accidental admission. "So you think I’m cute, do you?" Telemachus shrugged, trying to play it cool. “No….i think you’re ridiculous actually, that’s what I meant.”

Lukas smirked, not believing Telemachus' denial for a second. "Oh, now you're backpeddling. You called me cute, don't try to deny it."

Telemachus blushed, feeling embarrassed by Lukas’ teasing. "Oh, shut up.” Lukas chuckled. "Admit it, you think I’m cute." Telemachus rolled his eyes, but didn’t deny it this time.

Lukas leaned in closer, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "I knew it." Telemachus looked away, feeling his cheeks flushing. "Yeah, well, don’t let it go to your head." Lukas chuckled, his voice low and teasing. "Oh no, you’ve got my ego all fired up now.”

Lukas shrugged. “It’s a step in the right direction.” Telemachus rolled his eyes and looked at the sky.
Gods, where did the day go? Lukas’ presence seemed to make time speed by. “It’s getting late, I should go in.”

Lukas raised his eyebrows, feigning disappointment. "Already? I was having fun."

Telemachus chuckled, feeling a little regretful himself. "Yeah, me too. But I have to get back in, or my mother will start to worry the suitors have got to me.” Lukas nodded in understanding, although he didn’t look entirely happy about it. "Alright, I won’t hold you up then. You go on ahead."

Telemachus nodded, feeling a strange pang of disappointment himself. Despite Lukas' annoyance, he had enjoyed their conversation more than he wanted to admit. He stood up, brushing the leaves off his tunic. "Thanks for keeping me company, I guess." Lukas smirked. "Anytime. I’m here to annoy you whenever you like.” Telemachus rolled his eyes, but couldn’t help but smile. “Yeah, I’ve noticed."

Lukas stood up as well, dusting off his clothes. "Alright, I guess I'll see you later then." Telemachus nodded, feeling a strangely awkward feeling in his chest. "Yeah, I guess so." Lukas smirked. "Try not to miss me too much.” Telemachus huffed, trying to play it cool. "Oh, don’t worry. I think I’ll survive, somehow."

Lukas pretended to look offended. "You wound me, darling." Telemachus’ heart did a strange flutter at the term of endearment, but he tried to hide his reaction. "Oh, shut up." Telemachus huffed. Lukas laughed, clearly amused by Telemachus’ reaction. “See you around.”

Telemachus nodded, feeling a strange pang of something he couldn’t quite identify as he watched Lukas turn to leave. He looked once at the strange but beautiful golden winged sandals on Lukas’ feet. “Hey, how can you use them to fly? I see you fly down from the tree last time and I heard the wings this morning.”

Lukas turned back to face him, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Oh, these?" he said, tapping the golden sandals with the wings fluttering gently on the heels. "These are a little gift from my father. They allow me to fly by flapping the wings on the heels." He grinned. Telemachus raised an eyebrow, impressed despite himself. "A gift from your father?“

"Yeah, they're pretty neat." Lukas said nonchalantly. Telemachus couldn’t help but be intrigued by the winged sandals. "I’ve never seen anything like them before." Lukas chuckled. "They’re one of a kind, just like me.” Telemachus rolled his eyes, but couldn’t help but smile. “Your father must be a god to give you gifts like that. No mortal could invent them.”

Lukas smiled, clearly amused by Telemachus’ comment. "You’re right, my father is a god." Telemachus looked at him, surprised and excited. "Really? Which one?” He smiled. Lukas smirked. "You wouldn’t believe me if I told you." He didn’t want to ruin this blooming friendship by revealing too much about his godly heritage.

Telemachus raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “Try me. I can handle it.” Lukas chuckled, amused by Telemachus’ persistence. “Oh yeah? You sure?” He said, a smirk on his face. Telemachus rolled his eyes, but nodded. “Yes, I’m sure. I’m not a delicate flower, you know.”

“You look like one.” Lukas smiled for the first time and not smirked at the prince. Telemachus rolled his eyes, but couldn’t help but chuckle. “Oh, shut up. I’m not a delicate flower.” He was used to people underestimating him because of his looks, but he didn’t mind it so much coming from Lukas.

There was something endearing about the way he teased him. Lukas chuckled, clearly enjoying their banter. "Oh, come on. You’re about as delicate as a rose." Telemachus huffed, feigning offense. "Hey, I’m tougher than I look." Lukas grinned. "Oh yeah? Prove it.” Telemachus scoffed, but then an idea popped into his head. He smirked. "How about a sparring match tomorrow, hm?"

Lukas raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued by the offer. "A sparring match? You sure you can handle me?" Telemachus huffed, his competitive side flaring up. "Oh, I’m sure I can take you on." Lukas chuckled, not believing him for a second. "Alright then, you’re on.” Telemachus couldn’t help but feel a mixture of excitement and apprehension at the thought of sparring with Lukas.

“I’ll see you tomorrow.” Telemachus smiled from the doorway to the palace from the gardens at Lukas stood where they had been sat. Lukas returned the smile, feeling a strange sense of anticipation. "Tomorrow it is."

Telemachus couldn’t tear his eyes away from Lukas, not that he wanted to. Something was drawing him in, and he couldn’t quite figure out what. Telemachus shook his head, snapping himself out of his thoughts. “Alright then, see you tomorrow."

Lukas nodded, feeling reluctant to leave. "Until then." He winked at the prince before summoning his sandals to start flapping their wings. Telemachus watched as Lukas lifted off from the ground, hovering for a few seconds before flying away. Telemachus sighed, feeling strangely forlorn as he watched Lukas’s form become nothing more than a speck.

He shook his head, trying to clear his thoughts. He shouldn’t be feeling this way after only meeting for a second time, but his heart was doing strange things…

Telemachus couldn't deny that he found Lukas' confident smirk and the way he floated into the air with his winged sandals incredibly attractive. There was just something about Lukas that was so different from anyone Telemachus had ever met before. Telemachus had never met anyone like Lukas before. He was confident, mischievous and just the right amount of teasing. The way he floated in the air with those winged sandals….

Damn it all. Telemachus had known the other for only a short while and he was already hopelessly smitten. Even though he never got the confirmation, he’s definitely sure Lukas is the son of Hermes, the messenger god. There’s no way he’d be that mischievous without being the god of trickery’s son.

It was only fitting, considering his playful and charming demeanor and the fact that he literally had winged sandals as a gift from his father. Telemachus was sure of it. Now, Telemachus was also sure that he had fallen hard for his new companion it seems.

Damn it all.

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Telemachus was up early, the sun only just beginning to come up in the distance. He’d barely slept a wink the night before, his mind consumed by thoughts of Lukas and their planned sparring match. He couldn’t get the other out of his head, much to Telemachus’ dismay. He was being completely ridiculous, he barely knew the guy.

He dressed quickly into some casual training gear, a loose white chiton and a spare helmet he carried, before walking through the palace quietly and making his way out into the gardens. The soft scent of the early morning flowers filled the air as Telemachus walked outside, heading for the area he planned to meet Lukas. He felt strangely nervous, despite having spent the better part of the last day chastising himself for feeling so strongly for someone he had only met twice.

It didn’t help that those golden winged sandals haunted his every thought either. He arrived at the training ground, finding it empty. Lukas was nowhere in sight. Telemachus huffed, his heart sinking a bit. He had planned to get there before Lukas so he could look somewhat composed and prepared. He leaned against the gate, arms crossed over his chest. He hadn’t expected to be disappointed over the other’s absence. What was happening to him?

Telemachus let out a heavy sigh, feeling like a lovesick and desperate. He felt pathetic. After a few minutes of standing around, Telemachus began to feel annoyed at being stood up. He was about to head back into the palace when he heard a voice behind him.

“You wouldn’t be leaving, would you?”

Telemachus spun around, finding Lukas standing behind him, a smirk plastered on his face. Telemachus’ mood immediately turned around, but he tried to hide it. Telemachus huffed, crossing his arms. "You’re late." Lukas chuckled, clearly not the least bit apologetic. "Sorry, I got held up." Telemachus rolled his eyes, trying to hide his disappointment. "Right, and you had to take your time."

Lukas chuckled again, enjoying Telemachus’ irritation. "I’d watch that attitude if I were you, darling." Telemachus felt his face flush at the term of endearment. He huffed, trying to maintain some sort of dignity. "Don’t call me that." Lukas chuckled, clearly enjoying Telemachus’ flustered state. "Why not? It suits you, darling." Telemachus’ heart gave another flutter at the word, but he tried his best to keep his expression stoic.

"Stop it." Telemachus said, his voice coming out a bit more whiney than he intended. Lukas smirked, amused by the princes reaction. "You’re so cute when you’re annoyed." Telemachus huffed, trying to hide his flushing face. "Let’s just spar, will you?" Telemachus said, trying to distract himself from Lukas’ teasing.

Lukas chuckled, finally relenting his teasing. "Alright, alright. Let’s get to it." Telemachus nodded, feeling relieved that he wouldn’t be teased any further. He bent down and grabbed a sparring sword from the ground as Lukas grabbed one as well, twirling it effortlessly. Telemachus gripped his weapon, trying to steady his breathing, but he found himself distracted by Lukas’ every movement.

Telemachus had never seen anyone move quite like Lukas, every movement was precise and effortless, like he’d been training all his life. Telemachus felt a strange mix of awe and jealousy at how easily Lukas carried himself.

The two began to circle each other, both eyeing each other carefully. Telemachus gripped his sword tightly, trying to ignore the pounding of his heart. Lukas smirked at him, clearly noticing how nervous he was. "You’re nervous," Lukas said, his tone smug. Telemachus rolled his eyes. "Am not." Lukas chuckled, clearly not believing him. "You’re blushing, darling." Telemachus mentally cursed himself, annoyed at how easily Lukas was getting to him.

"Shut up and fight, will you?" Telemachus said, his voice coming out more shaky than he wanted it to. Lukas smiled, clearly amused by Telemachus' irritation. "Aw, are you trying to act all tough now?"
Telemachus huffed, his irritation growing. "Just fight me already."

Lukas chuckled, amused by Telemachus’ impatience. “Alright, alright. Don’t get your chiton in a twist.” Telemachus rolled his eyes, but stayed quiet. His heart was thudding, and his hand was getting clammy. Lukas lunged suddenly, his sword swinging towards Telemachus. Telemachus yelped, barely dodging the blow. Telemachus wasn’t used to fighting someone so practiced and agile, he was much more used to training with a dummy.

Lukas chuckled, clearly enjoying the upper hand. "Having trouble keeping up, darling?" Telemachus gritted his teeth, feeling frustrated. "Shut up." He swung his sword, trying to retaliate, but Lukas blocked it effortlessly. Telemachus huffed, annoyed at how easily Lukas was able to deflect his blows.

Lukas smirked, amused by Telemachus' irritation. "You're cute when you're mad." Telemachus scowled, annoyed at Lukas' taunting. He swung his sword again, trying to catch Lukas off guard. Lukas dodged the blow effortlessly, once again. Telemachus let out a frustrated huff, beginning to feel irritated at how easily Lukas was parrying his attacks. Lukas smirked at him, clearly enjoying his irritation. “You know, you’re quite predictable.” Telemachus gritted his teeth at the taunt, feeling even more annoyed.

Lukas chuckled, noticing Telemachus’ gaze. "You know, if you keep staring at me like that I’ll get the wrong idea." Telemachus felt his face turn bright red, his cheeks burning with embarrassment. He quickly averted his eyes, trying to focus back on the spar. Lukas chuckled again, clearly enjoying Telemachus’ reactions. "Aww, are you blushing again?" Telemachus huffed, feeling like a mess. He couldn’t keep his focus with Lukas teasing him like this. "No, shut up. It’s hot out."

Lukas chuckled, clearly not buying it. "Is that so? Because you were blushing before the fight started." Telemachus felt his cheeks heat up even more.

Damn this guy.

Telemachus huffed, feeling frustrated at both himself and Lukas. "Just stop talking and let’s get this over with."

Lukas chuckled, amused by Telemachus’ irritation. "Aw, getting tired already?" Telemachus gritted his teeth, his irritation growing. "I’m not tired, I just want to get this over with." Lukas smirked, clearly finding Telemachus’ frustration amusing. "Don’t worry, you’ll get your ass kicked soon enough."

Lukas made true on his word when he dodged another blow and kicked Telemachus to the ground, playful pointing his sword at him. “Looks like I won.”

Telemachus groaned as he hit the ground, feeling a mixture of annoyance and embarrassment. He could feel Lukas’ eyes on him, and he knew the other was probably smirking at him. He rolled his eyes as he pushed himself up to sit up, resting his elbow on his knee as he looked up at Lukas. "Yeah, yeah, you won." He grumbled, accepting defeat. Lukas chuckled, clearly amused by Telemachus' reaction. "Aw, don’t be so grumpy. You did alright." Telemachus huffed, trying to hide his annoyance.

"Yeah, right." Telemachus mumbled, feeling a twinge of embarrassment at losing so easily. Lukas’ continuous teasing was starting to make Telemachus’ stomach do strange things. Lukas chuckled, clearly noticing Telemachus’ internal turmoil. He lowered his sword, extending a hand to Telemachus. "Come on, get up. Don’t be a sore loser."

Telemachus huffed again, reluctantly taking Lukas’ hand and allowing himself to be pulled to his feet.
He dusted himself off, trying to hide his frustration. "I’m not a sore loser." He protested weakly. Lukas chuckled again, his hand lingering on Telemachus’ arm for a few seconds longer than necessary before dropping away. Telemachus tried to ignore the strange feeling he got from the touch.

"Sure you aren’t." Lukas smirked, clearly amused by Telemachus’ denial. Telemachus wanted to protest again but in reality all he wanted was to feel Lukas’ touch again. They stood awkwardly for a moment, neither of them saying anything. Telemachus could feel Lukas’ gaze on him, and he couldn’t help but feel a strange mix of embarrassment and anticipation.

He cleared his throat, trying to break the silence.
"So, um…what now?" Telemachus asked, rubbing his neck awkwardly. Lukas shrugged, pretending to act nonchalant. "Well, I won, so I guess I decide." Telemachus huffed, feigning irritation. "Oh, great, so I have to do whatever you want now?"

Lukas chuckled, clearly amused by Telemachus’ attitude. "Yep, if you don’t want to consider yourself a sore loser." Telemachus rolled his eyes, but he couldn’t help but feel a small smirk tugging at his lips. "Fine," Telemachus huffed, crossing his arms. "What do you want me to do, then?" He was actually secretly curious to hear what Lukas had in mind.

Lukas’ grin widened, clearly enjoying having the upper hand. "That depends. Are you going to cooperate?" Telemachus rolled his eyes, feigning annoyance once again. "Yes, I’ll cooperate. Just tell me what you want me to do." Lukas chuckled, clearly pleased by Telemachus’ compliance. "Alright then, follow me." Telemachus raised an eyebrow, curious as to what Lukas had in mind. "Where are we going?" He asked as they began to walk.

Lukas simply chuckled, clearly enjoying keeping Telemachus in suspense. "You’ll see. Just trust me." Telemachus huffed, but did as he was told, following Lukas through the gardens. “What that really was all about, was training.” Lukas said as they arrived at the front of the palace from the gardens. “What that really was all about, was training.” Lukas said as they arrived at the front of the palace from the gardens.

Telemachus huffed, still feeling a mixture of annoyance and curiosity. "Training? What do you mean?" Lukas smirked, clearly enjoying having the upper hand. "I was testing your skills. Checking if you were actually decent at using that sword of yours." Telemachus rolled his eyes, feeling a bit embarrassed that he had lost so easily. “Why?”

Lukas smirked. “For the suitors, of course. What else? I’m going to help you take them down.” Telemachus felt a mixture of surprise and disbelief at Lukas’ words. "Wait, you’re going to help me take them on? Just you? Don’t you remember how many they are? How we already talked about this and we can’t do this just the two of us.”

Lukas chuckled, clearly undeterred by Telemachus’ skepticism. "Relax, darling. I have a plan."

Telemachus huffed at the nickname again, still trying to ignore the strange feeling it gave him. "And what plan would that be?" Lukas smirked, clearly enjoying the fact that Telemachus was listening to him. "We’re going to catch them off guard, when they least at expect it. You and me, together."

Telemachus raised an eyebrow, still skeptical about the plan. "And how to we plan to do that? They’re smart, we can’t just sneak up on them." Lukas chuckled, clearly amused by Telemachus’ doubt. "Have a little faith, will you? I have a plan." Telemachus huffed, feeling slightly annoyed at Lukas’ flippant attitude. "Fine, I’ll hear you out.”

Lukas smirked in satisfaction at Telemachus’ agreement to hear him out. "Alright then, here’s the plan…we take out that bastard first, their leader. What did you say his name was?” Telemachus huffed, still annoyed at Lukas’ casualness. "Antinous." Lukas nodded, still smirking. "Right, Antinous. Once he’s out cold, the rest of them will probably cower away.“ Telemachus scoffed, clearly not feeling as confident as Lukas. “That’s your plan? Take out one and the rest will just leave?”

Lukas chuckled, still clearly amused by Telemachus’ doubt. "Basically. These are arrogant men, once they see their precious leader get knocked to the ground they’ll be all bark and no bite.” Telemachus huffed, feeling a bit unconvinced. “And what if they don’t? What if they start fighting back? They’ve been here for 7 years they’re not just going to give up. I don’t think you really understand how dangerous this is, Lukas. I’m scared…it’s not gonna work.”

Lukas’ smirk faded, noticing Telemachus’ concern and fear. "Hey, look at me." Telemachus met Lukas’ gaze, his expression still filled with worry. "It’s gonna be fine.” Lukas said, his tone more gentle now.

"I have a plan, remember? And I’m not gonna let anything happen to you. We’ll do this together, I promise." Telemachus couldn’t help but be comforted by Lukas’ words, despite himself. Telemachus couldn’t help but feel touched at Lukas’ reassurance, despite his own doubts. He took a deep breath, exhaling slowly. “Alright. I trust you.”

Lukas smiled, clearly pleased with Telemachus’ response. “Good. We’ll set the plan into motion tomorrow, near the evening, they’ll be relaxing and they expect it.” Telemachus nodded, feeling a mix of nervousness and anticipation. Telemachus nodded, feeling a little calmer now that they had a plan. “Okay, we’ll do it tomorrow. But you have to promise me, promise me it will be alright.”

Lukas smiled, clearly sensing Telemachus’ anxiety. "I promise. I’m not gonna let anything happen to you, darling. You’re safe with me, I promise." Telemachus couldn’t help but feel a flutter in his chest at the term of endearment, but he quickly pushed the feeling away. They stood there in silence for a few moments, both feeling the weight of the upcoming task. Telemachus felt a mix of emotions, fear, anticipation, and something else he couldn’t quite identify.

He felt safe around Lukas, which was strange considering the fact that they had just met over a week ago and this is their third meeting. Telemachus couldn’t explain it. Something about Lukas’ confidence and reassurance felt soothing.

And he was so damn attractive it was unfair…

Telemachus had been secretly admiring Lukas’ features since the first time they met. His cocky and confident demeanor, his sharp and intelligent gaze, not to mention his mischievous smirk, and muscular physique…

Telemachus was snapped out of his thoughts when Lukas spoke again. "You should go inside. Rest a bit. We have a big day tomorrow." Telemachus nodded, reluctantly agreeing. "Yeah, I guess I should." He felt a pang of disappointment at the thought of leaving Lukas so soon. He didn’t even notice the sun setting earlier, that’s why he’s so tired, they sparred for ages.

Lukas smirked, clearly enjoying Telemachus’ hesitation. "Aw, are you gonna miss me, darling?" Telemachus huffed, feeling embarrassed by Lukas’ teasing. "Shut up, you obnoxious tease." Lukas chuckled, clearly amused by Telemachus’ reaction. "You’re cute when you’re embarrassed. Your cheeks turn bright pink. It’s adorable.” Telemachus huffed again, trying to hide his flushed face. "Stop saying that."

Lukas smiled, clearly finding Telemachus’ embarrassment amusing. "Why? Don’t you like it when I call you darling or cute?” Telemachus huffed, feeling flustered. "No, I-” Telemachus stopped short, realizing that he did like it, but he wouldn’t admit it to Lukas. "Shut up! We’re not having this conversation."

Lukas smirked, clearly amused by Telemachus’ stubbornness. “Sweet dreams, darling. I’ll see you tomorrow.” Telemachus huffed again, feeling his heart thudding oddly. “Don’t call me that! Goodnight, Lukas.” Telemachus spun around and walked towards the palace door, his heart beating quickly and he cursed himself for feeling this way.

Lukas watched as Telemachus walked off, a smirk still on his face. “Sweet dreams, darling,” Lukas repeated to himself, chuckling at Telemachus’ reaction. He quite enjoyed the game of getting Telemachus flustered. Lukas’ gaze lingered on Telemachus’ form as he walked into the palace, his eyes fixed on Telemachus’ slender frame. He felt a strange fluttering in his chest at the sight of Telemachus walk away.

It was all quite odd…

Telemachus walked into the palace, his heart still racing from the interaction with Lukas. He shook his head, trying to clear away the thoughts of Lukas…the way he smirked, the way his eyes twinkled, the way his muscles moved underneath his shirt as he practiced with the sword…

Telemachus bit his lip, feeling his cheeks heat up again. Damnit. Why was he thinking like this? Lukas was annoying and cocky and overconfident and…well, attractive. Telemachus shook his head again, trying to focus his thoughts on the plan to fight the suitors instead of Lukas. That’s what was important first and foremost…that’s what he should be focusing on. He should be thinking about it, preparing himself for what could happen tomorrow.

Not thinking about Lukas…definitely not thinking about his smirk, his eyes, his muscles, his teasing-

Goddamnit.

Telemachus groaned internally, annoyed with himself. He shouldn’t be thinking about Lukas…but he couldn’t seem to get the other out of his head. Every time Telemachus tried to focus, thoughts of Lukas would creep back into his mind…the way he smirked at him, the way he called him ‘darling,’ the way his muscles moved as he fought, the way his golden winged sandals fluttered behind him he noticed sometimes.

Telemachus was so in trouble.

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Telemachus heard his mother this morning, she had issued the suitors a challenge. To stall them, he knew. She wanted to give his more time to get here but nothing seems to keep the suitors occupied for long.

They had been at her challenge for most of the day and are now in the dining hall, they don’t know Telemachus is still here. He was actually meant to go on a diplomatic mission for Athena but he sort of forgot and he thinks she forgot too otherwise she’d be here nagging him about it.

The suitors thinking he’s away could work to their advantage as him and Lukas would have more of a chance of surprising them. He just hopes this plan works, Lukas seems awful confident and he trusts him but he’s still filled with uncertainty. Telemachus lingered outside the dining hall, listening in. He heard the suitors talking, their voices carrying through the door. They all sounded bored and impatient, some of them complaining about the challenge. Telemachus rolled his eyes, they were more like children than grown men.

Suddenly, Telemachus heard a crash and some voices raised a few octaves. Telemachus tensed up slightly. That didn’t sound good. Telemachus pressed his ear closer to the door, trying to make out the conversation. He heard the suitors’ voices getting louder, some of them sounded angry. Telemachus’ grip on the wall tightened. What was going on in there? Should he go in? Was he supposed to do something to diffuse the situation? Telemachus felt his heart thump with concern.

He jumped almost sky high when a hand tapped his shoulder. He spun around, feeling scared. But when he saw it was Lukas, the air whooshed out of his lungs. Telemachus pressed a hand to his chest as he tried to catch his breath.

"Gods. You scared me." Telemachus said, once his heart stopped racing. Lukas chuckled, clearly amused by Telemachus' reaction. "Sorry, darling. I didn't mean to scare you." Telemachus rolled his eyes at the nickname, although his cheeks flushed slightly. "I thought you're not supposed to call me that anymore." Telemachus replied, still trying to catch his breath. Lukas smirked, clearly enjoying his flustered state. "And yet, I'm finding it hard to stop." Telemachus rolled his eyes, but he couldn't help but feel a flutter in his chest at Lukas' words.

Lukas smiled at Telemachus’ reaction. "You alright there?" Telemachus huffed, trying to compose himself. "Yes, I’m fine. You just scared me, that’s all. Why did you sneak up on me like that?" Lukas chuckled again, clearly amused by Telemachus’ reaction. "I couldn’t help myself. You looked so engrossed in spying, I thought I’d have a bit of fun." Telemachus rolled his eyes again, but with less irritation this time.

“So they in there?” Lukas asked, Telemachus nodded. “Yeah, but I don’t know what that loud crash was. I think they’re getting restless. I fear this plan isn’t going to go the way you think it is. We’re gonna die.” Lukas chuckled, clearly unperturbed by Telemachus’ concern. "Relax, darling. I have it all under control. Trust me." Telemachus rolled his eyes, but deep down, something about Lukas’ confidence was…comforting. Telemachus felt his heart flutter at the fond nickname.

“It’s too risky to go in there. I have a better plan.” Telemachus said. Lukas raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued. "Oh yeah? And what’s this better plan of yours?" Telemachus huffed, feeling a bit nervous at the idea of proposing a different plan. He couldn’t quite explain why the thought of Lukas not accepting his idea made his stomach churn.

“They’re in the dining hall just now so they don’t have much weapons. We can go take some from the weapons room and come back so we’re prepared and they won’t have as much.” Lukas considered Telemachus' idea for a moment, his expression thoughtful. "That could work," he said slowly. Telemachus felt his heart flutter at Lukas' approval. "But we need to be stealthy. We can’t let them see us." Telemachus nodded, his gaze focused and determined.

“I’ll lead the way.” Telemachus said, straightening his shoulders. He began to walk back in the direction of the weapons room, feeling a strange mix of nerves and excitement. Lukas followed close behind, still wearing the same confident smirk he always seemed to have. Telemachus tried to push down the fluttering feeling in his stomach. They walked in silence, their footsteps quiet on the stone floors. Telemachus felt hyper aware of Lukas’ presence beside him, the sound of his breathing and the heat coming from his body. Telemachus shook his head, trying not to think too much about everything. They had a mission to fulfill, he couldn’t let himself get distracted.

They reached the weapons room without a problem, Telemachus could guess where most of the men would keep their weapons, since they'd been here for so long. Telemachus began grabbing swords, his heart thumping wildly in his chest. They didn't have much time to do this; he hoped the suitors would stay long enough in the dining hall to finish their wine and rants.

Then they heard screams.

Telemachus and Lukas froze, turning towards the sound. Telemachus felt his heart sink; the screams didn’t sound like a happy sound. He exchanged a worried look with Lukas. Telemachus felt his stomach churn with worry, maybe they should stay here. "Should we..." Telemachus started, not sure what he was suggesting. The screaming was becoming more insistent now, and there were shouts as well. Telemachus felt his heart thumping in his chest, feeling panicked. He just prayed that they wouldn’t get hurt. Suddenly, Lukas grabbed Telemachus by the elbow and turned him to face him. Telemachus’ breathing halted for a second, feeling the heat and strength of Lukas’ hand on his arm.

Lukas looked into Telemachus’ eyes, his gaze intense. Telemachus felt his heart flutter, feeling suddenly flustered by their closeness. "Calm down. It’ll be alright, okay? I promise." Lukas said, his voice steady and soothing. Telemachus nodded, feeling a bit of his panic ease at Lukas’ words of reassurance. The screams sounded like the suitors but like they were dying? Though he could hear footsteps in the distance like they had all dispersed, some maybe dead.

Telemachus felt his heart start to race again. This was bad. Really bad. Telemachus’ mind began racing; what should they do? Run in there and risk getting killed as well? Or wait it out? Telemachus was so caught up in his thoughts, he almost forgot Lukas’ hand was still on his elbow. Lukas must have noticed Telemachus’ distress because he gave Telemchus’ elbow a gentle squeeze, trying to reassure him. Telemachus snapped back to reality, his heart thudding at the comforting touch.

"We have to go check it out," Telemachus said, his words coming out shaky. Lukas shook his head. “No. I’ll go. You stay here and keep watch.” Telemachus felt panic rising in his chest, the thought of Lukas going in there and getting killed made him feel sick. “No! You can’t go in there alone.” Telemachus protested, trying to keep his voice steady. Lukas met Telemachus’ gaze, his expression calm but firm.

“It will be okay, I’ll go out the window and fly around to the front of the palace so I’m not walking through all that. You have to stay here and keep safe.” Telemachus felt a wave of helplessness; he couldn’t think straight. The only thing he knew for sure was that he didn’t want Lukas to go in there, he didn’t want to let him go in there by himself. “But you can’t go, it’s too risky. I don’t want you to get hurt.” Telemachus protested, hoping Lukas would listen to sense. But by the stubborn look in Lukas’ eyes, he could see that Lukas’ mind was already set.

Telemachus felt a lump in his throat, trying to keep himself from doing something he’d regret, like holding Lukas from leaving. Telemachus could see in Lukas’ expression that there was no use trying to argue with him, but he felt a desperate need to convince him otherwise. “Please don’t go, it’s suicide. I know you’re a god but I don’t want you to get hurt.” Telemachus begged, feeling himself grow desperate. Lukas’ gaze softened slightly, his expression shifting from determination to some sort of strange emotion.

He placed his hand on Telemachus’ shoulder, his fingers firm and warm. Telemachus had to bite his lip to keep his breath from hitching at the touch. Telemachus tried to ignore the strange fluttering feeling in his chest at Lukas’ touch. Lukas’ voice was strangely gentle when he spoke. “Hey, look at me.” Telemachus reluctantly returned Lukas’ gaze. Telemachus’ stomach gave an odd little lurch, seeing Lukas’ eyes up close again. Telemachus felt a strange tug in his chest, an involuntary feeling of something as he looked into Lukas’ eyes.

"Everything is going to be alright, okay?" Lukas said softly. Telemachus felt his heart skip a beat at the tone of Lukas’ voice, sounding strangely sincere. Telemachus gave a small nod, still feeling nervous. The feeling Telemachus was feeling was panic, the panic of knowing Lukas was walking into a dangerous situation where he might not get out of unscathed. Lukas gave Telemachus’ shoulder another squeeze before he let go. Telemachus immediately missed the heat of Lukas’ hand. Lukas gave him a reassuring smile before turning away and opening the window. Telemachus watched in anxiety as Lukas’ sandals hovered off the ground, flying out the window without looking back.

Telemachus stayed near the weapons room, in the dark of the corridor hoping and praying Lukas would come back soon and at least alive. He heard footsteps coming this way but it sounded too loud and more like multiple footsteps to be just Lukas. Telemachus tensed up as he heard the footsteps echoing towards the weapons room. He felt himself hold his breath, gripping a spear in his hand, anticipating the worst.

Gods, please let it be Lukas. Telemachus pleaded in his head. Let it be Lukas. Please, please be Lukas

“So what? Now that we have armed ourselves, let’s make the bastard rot!” It was the suitors he couldn’t let them get away he had to act. “Behind you!” The suitor warned the other but Telemachus gripped the spear tight and just drove it through his back before he could turn around.

Telemachus was suddenly filled with a rush of adrenaline as soon as he’d stabbed the man in the back. He could feel the hot blood on his hand and felt a strange sense of satisfaction knowing he’d just killed a man. Telemachus looked up to see the rest of the suitors, noticing what he had just done. Telemachus gripped the spear even tighter, his expression hardening. He felt a wave of courage run over him.

“Throw down those weapons and I ensure you’ll be spared.” He said trying to get them to back down. One just scoffed. “After seeing what the king will do to us, we wouldn’t dare.” Telemachus’ blood froze. His father is home? He’s here?

Telemachus’ heart skipped a beat. His father’s home? He hadn’t expected that. Telemachus’ mind frantically ran through scenarios until he was brought back to reality when the other suitors began to laugh. Telemachus clenched his jaw, gripping the spear even tighter.

“I don’t want to hurt you but trust me I’ve come prepared.” Telemachus tried to sound threatening to them. Eurymachus he noticed was still alive and stood forward. “Huh, your very presence has doomed the king, young prince. We don’t fight fair.” He smirked.

“Stop!” Telemachus shouted at him as if it would make a difference it he was also trying to make noise so someone would hear him.

“Brothers, we’ve got company, and he’s made a grave mistake. Left the weapons room unlocked and now they’re ours to take.” Eurymachus smirked turning to the group of suitors left surrounding the room. “Brothers, come and arm yourselves, there’s a chance for us to win. We can still defeat the King if we all attack the prince!” Eurymachus commanded them.

Telemachus felt his blood run cold, his heart thumping as he held the spear in his hands. The suitors were started charging at him at Eurymachus’s command. So he assumes Antinous is dead. Telemachus' mind was racing. He didn't want to die, but it seemed like his fate was sealed.

All he can do is fight back.

“Capture him, he’s our greatest chance.” Eurymachus yelled at them as they all tried to grab him and he just stabbed each one that came near whilst moving forth. “Get off me! Get off me!” Telemachus felt panic, struggling to avoid the suitors’ swords and spears, but he kept swinging the spear, cutting through the suitors while he could.

“Fight ’till the prince can barely stand!” Eurymachus commanded. “Make the King obey our commands…..” Telemachus finally got a brief second to turn around after making it through the wave of suitors. “‘Cause if he won’t, I’ll break the kid’s hands.”

Eurymachus grabbed him by the front of his chiton and smacked the spear out of his hand, it clattered to the floor with an echo. “Got him.” He smirked.

Then a sword came through his chest.

Telemachus’ heart pounded as he stood there, staring at Eurymachus, who now had a sword protruding from his chest. But he didn’t look long he just ran. Telemachus ran blindly down the corridor, feeling panicked, his heart thumping in fear and adrenaline. He could hear shouting and yelling getting further away. Telemachus ran faster and faster, trying to find somewhere safe to hide. His chest was heaving, his feet pounding against the floor.

He ran until he reached the throne room and closed the doors. He still doesn’t know where Lukas is, but he can only hope he is safe. Telemachus slammed the door behind him and collapsed against the shut doors. Adrenaline still coursed through his body, making him feel jumpy and on edge. Telemachus tried to steady his breathing, but he couldn't seem to calm himself. His heart was still thumping in his chest and he could feel sweat trickling down his back.

Telemachus tried to take deep, slow breaths, but his heart continued to pound. He tried to focus on his surroundings, trying to orient himself. The throne room was still and silent. Telemachus tried to listen for any sounds, but he couldn't hear anything except the sound of his own breathing. He tried to steady his breathing but it was no use. Telemachus felt helpless, he just hoped Lukas had gotten back and was okay.

He tried to convince himself that Lukas was fine, that he was alive and safe but the fear and worry in his heart wouldn't leave him. Telemachus ran a shaky hand through his hair, trying to stay calm, but the silence was too much and he was still sweating from his adrenaline.

Telemachus slid down the door and sat on the floor, his legs shaking. The room felt like it was closing in on him, he couldn't shake the feeling that something bad was happening. He leaned his head back against the door, feeling a sense of hopelessness wash over him. He was completely helpless here, all he could do was wait and hope for the best.

Telemachus took a deep, shaky breath, trying to calm himself, but his mind kept racing. He couldn't shake the image of Lukas possibly being hurt, of the suitors attacking him. Telemachus felt tears pricking at the corners of his eyes, but he quickly wiped them away. He couldn't break down now, he had to stay strong. He got up and ran to behind a pillar in case someone came in so he could see the doors but he wasn’t in sight of them to be seen.

Telemachus felt a small sense of relief as he ducked behind the pillar, at least now he could see the doors without being seen. As he stood there, trying to steady himself, he could hear footsteps approaching the throne doors. Telemachus clenched his teeth, his heart racing again. Please, please let it not be the suitors, he silently pleaded.

He heard the doors open and the footsteps walk past him towards his father’s throne. Telemachus held his breath, his heart beating loudly in his chest. The footsteps echoed through the throne room, getting closer as the person continued walking. Telemachus couldn't see who it was. Please Gods, let it be Lukas, he pleaded silently. But the footsteps didn't sound like Lukas'.

He came out from behind the pillar to see someone’s back as they stood in front of his father’s throne. A man holding a sword and a bow.

His father’s bow. The one his mother had issued the challenge with.

Telemachus felt a wave of relief crash over him as he saw the man standing in front of his father’s throne. His shoulders relaxed slightly, but he was still wary. Telemachus stepped forward, making his presence known.

“Father?” Telemachus asked, breaking the silence. The man stilled, he didn’t move, he had placed the bow and sword down in front of the throne and took down his hood. Telemachus’ heart skipped a beat as he realized who the man was. It was his father. Odysseus. Telemachus couldn’t believe it, he was here, in the flesh, after all these years. Telemachus took a step closer, his voice barely a whisper.

“Father?” Telemachus repeated, his throat dry. Odysseus turned around slowly, his eyes widened with surprise and disbelief at the sight of Telemachus. Telemachus could tell that he had aged, he had a few more wrinkles and some grey hairs, but he was still his father. “Son?” He asked as they just stood a short distance away staring at one another.

Telemachus felt his eyes well up with tears. He hadn't seen his father in years, and now he was standing in front of him, alive. Telemachus couldn't help but feel all the emotions come rushing back to him. Telemachus nodded, his voice trembling. “All my life I’d have died to meet you. Thought about your name so much it hurts. For 20 years I dreamt of how I’d greet you, now you’re here I can’t find the words.” Telemachus takes a breath, tears pricking at his eyes.

“All my life I’d have died to know you. Days and nights I wish that I could show you. For 20 years I never could outgrow you and now you’re here. I can’t help but wonder what your world must be, if we’re like each other….if I have your strength in me….” Telemachus trials off a hand to his own chest.

“All this time I’ve wondered if you’d embrace me as your own. 20 years I’ve wandered…for so long I felt alone.” He spoke brokenly as his father sighed and smiled at him. Telemachus felt his father’s gaze studying him. There was a hint of sadness in his eyes, but also a glimmer of happiness. Telemachus could feel the weight of his father’s judgement on his shoulders, but he was too overwhelmed with emotion to care.

“Oh, my son! Look how much you’ve grown. Oh, my boy! Sweetest joy I’ve known. Twenty years ago I held you in my arms. How time has flown.” Odysseus takes in a shaking breath.

“Used to say I’d make the storm clouds cry for you. Used to say I’d capture wind and sky for you.” He wrapped his arms around himself. “Held you in my arms, prepared to die for you. Oh, how time has flown!” He looked down.

Telemachus stepped closer to him and looked at him. Odysseus smiled bringing his hands to cup his son’s cheeks and wipe away his tears. “I can only wonder what your world has been. Things you’ve had to suffer and the strength you hold within.” He wiped away the streams he could from Telemachus’ eyes.

“All I ever wanted was to reunite with my own.” He brought Telemachus head down to his chin and kissed his head, a hand in his hair to soothe him before pressing their foreheads together in comfort. “Twenty years we’ve wandered but today you’re not alone.”

“My son, I’m finally home!” Telemachus couldn’t help but launch himself into his father’s arms. Odysseus wrapped his arms around Telemachus tightly, pulling him close. Telemachus could feel the strength and warmth of his father’s embrace, like he’d never felt before. Telemachus buried his face in his father’s shoulder, letting the tears stream down his face. He could hear his father’s heartbeat, strong and steady.

Odysseus held Telemachus close, one hand in his hair trying to soothe him. “It’s alright, my son. I’m here now. You aren’t alone anymore.” Telemachus let out a small sob, his entire body shaking. Telemachus clenched onto his father, holding him tight, never wanting to let go. “Father, how I’ve longed to see you….” Telemachus cried, his voice muffled into Odysseus' shoulder. Odysseus hugged Telemachus tighter and placed a kiss on his head.

"I know, I missed you, Telemachus. I missed you so very much, my son.” He held Telemachus at an arms length away to get a good look at him, studying every feature. Telemachus let him, feeling a little self-conscious of the attention. Odysseus smiled, noticing Telemachus’ uneasiness. “Look at you, you’ve grown up so much. You’re a man now, all on your own.” Telemachus felt a tinge of embarrassment at his father’s words. Was he a man on his own?

Telemachus huffed, looking away from the intense gaze of his father. “I guess so…” Telemachus muttered, feeling a little self-conscious. Odysseus chuckled, his expression fond. “No need to act all modest. I can see that you’ve become a strong, independent individual. I’m proud of you, my son.” Telemachus looked up at his father, surprised by his words. He felt an unexpected wave of warmth.

"You really think so?” Telemachus asked, feeling a bit shy. He looked down, tracing a pattern on the floor with his foot.

Odysseus placed a hand on Telemachus’ chin and lifted his head up so their eyes met. Telemachus couldn’t look away. “I know so, my son.”

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Telemachus couldn't help but smile at his father actually being here. Odysseus chuckled and brought Telemachus into a one-armed hug, ruffling his hair affectionately. Telemachus leaned into the embrace, feeling comforted by his father's presence. Telemachus couldn’t believe he was standing here, talking to his father after so long. He wanted to savor every moment, to make up for all the lost time. Telemachus took a deep breath, trying to steady his racing heart.

Telemachus turned around, worried. More people were coming. Telemachus felt a sense of dread wash over him. Who could it be? Telemachus hoped it wasn’t any barely alive suitors. Odysseus noticed Telemachus’ change in expression.

"What is it?" He asked, his gaze turning to the door. Telemachus gulped, feeling his anxiety spike. “I think someone is coming…” Telemachus muttered, his heart starting to pound. Odysseus’ expression darkened as the footsteps got closer. Telemachus tensed up, his fingers flexing around his hidden sword in anticipation.

Telemachus’ heart was thrumming in his throat as he braced himself for what was to come. Odysseus stood, a hand on his sword, ready to face whatever was coming their way. Telemachus followed suit, his knuckles white from gripping his sword too hard. The sound of the footsteps grew louder and the figure came in view Telemachus tensed up, holding his sword in a defensive position, ready to fight whatever was coming after them. But instead, the person that stepped into the room made Telemachus freeze.

Lukas.

He was slightly out of breath, as if he’d just run from the scene. Telemachus felt a wave of relief wash over him at the sight of Lukas. He was alive, he was safe. Telemachus lowered his sword, feeling like he could breathe easier. Lukas' eyes scanned the room before landing on Telemachus, his expression softening almost instantly. Telemachus felt a flutter in his chest at the sight of Lukas, a combination of relief and something else that he couldn’t quite identify. Lukas gave him a small nod, silently reassuring him that he was alright.

Telemachus didn’t miss a beat, he ran to Lukas and tackled him into a hug, feeling the tears that had just stopped come again. Lukas stumbled back a step, not expecting Telemachus’ sudden assault, but he caught himself and wrapped his arms around Telemachus. They hugged tightly, Telemachus holding onto Lukas like a life preserver. Telemachus felt his heart fluttering uncontrollably with relief and something else, his tears wetting Lukas’ chiton. Telemachus was glad that Lukas was here with him, safe and sound.

Telemachus buried his face into Lukas’ shoulder, feeling Lukas’ hand rubbing soothing circles on his back. Telemachus felt the tension in his body start to ebb away, replaced with a warmth that he couldn’t quite explain. He inhaled deeply, taking in Lukas’ scent, finding it oddly comforting. Telemachus tightened his arms around Lukas, not wanting to let go. He felt a strange sense of security in Lukas’ arms, like nothing could hurt him right now. Telemachus knew he should pull away, but he couldn’t bring himself to do it. Telemachus felt Lukas’ arms around him, holding him close, like he was the most precious thing in the world. Telemachus could feel himself slowly becoming addicted to the feeling.

Lukas pressed Telemachus a little closer, his hand carding through his hair. Telemachus let out a shaky breath, feeling himself melt into Lukas’ touch. Telemachus knew that this couldn’t last forever, but he wanted to hold onto this feeling for as long as possible. Telemachus lifted his head from Lukas’ shoulder to look at him, his eyes meeting Lukas’. “You’re okay, you’re alright. I was so worried.”

Lukas smiled weakly, his thumb wiping away the tears on Telemachus’ cheeks. Telemachus’ breath hitched at the touch, feeling his heart thump in his chest. Telemachus stared into Lukas’ eyes, feeling an intense mix of emotions. “You were worried about me, darling? I told you I can take care of myself.” Telemachus rolled his eyes, his cheeks turning pink.

He tried to ignore the way his heart skipped a beat at the term of endearment. “You’re insufferable.” Telemachus muttered, feeling a little flustered. Lukas chuckled at his reaction. “But you like it.” Lukas teased. Telemachus huffed, but he couldn’t help the way his heart squeezed a bit at Lukas’ words.

He hugged Lukas again tighter and for the first time since they knew each other he whispered. “Yeah, I do.”

Telemachus felt Lukas’ breath catch in his throat, surprised by Telemachus’ words. Lukas squeezed Telemachus back, their embrace tighter than ever. Telemachus closed his eyes and rested his head on Lukas’ chest, feeling the steady thump of his heart beating. Telemachus felt a feeling of contentment wash over him, like everything was finally falling into place. Telemachus felt a sense of peace in Lukas’ embrace, his worries fading away for just a moment.

Lukas leaned his head down slightly, resting his chin on Telemachus’ head. Telemachus’ heart fluttered at the gesture, feeling a warm stirring in his gut. Telemachus couldn’t believe how comfortable he felt in Lukas’ arms, like he was made to be there. Telemachus let out a soft sigh, his body relaxing into Lukas’ touch. He could feel himself getting addicted to the feeling of being held this way, the feeling of safety and security. Lukas started running his fingers through Telemachus’ hair, almost mindlessly, but the gesture felt so intimate. Telemachus felt a shiver run down his spine, wanting to savor the feeling forever.

“Telemachus?” Telemachus jerked up at the sound of his name, suddenly remembering that his father was still in the room. He felt a sense of guilt wash over him, realizing that he had forgotten about his father. Telemachus slowly pulled away from Lukas, feeling a sense of loss as he stepped away from his embrace. Telemachus turned to look at his father, feeling a bit embarrassed.

Odysseus looked at him, a confused gleam in his eye. Telemachus could tell that his father had noticed the exchange between him and Lukas, and Telemachus felt a bit flustered. Telemachus quickly looked down, avoiding his father's gaze. Telemachus could feel his cheeks turning pink, feeling like a child caught doing something wrong. Odysseus furrowed his eyebrows, eyeing Telemachus and Lukas with a curious gaze. Telemachus felt his cheeks flush red, knowing he must look like a fool in front of his father. Telemachus avoided eye contact, feeling awkward and humiliated.

"Who is this?” Telemachus swallowed, feeling a lump in his throat. He didn’t know how to introduce Lukas to his father. "This is Lukas." Telemachus said, his voice barely above a whisper. Odysseus raised an eyebrow, his gaze flickering over Lukas. Telemachus felt a pit form in his stomach, wondering what his father was thinking.

Odysseus gave Lukas a once-over, his gaze assessing. Telemachus could see the wheels turning in his father’s mind, trying to figure out the nature of Telemachus’ relationship with Lukas. Telemachus felt like he was under the microscope, feeling vulnerable and exposed. Telemachus shifted uncomfortably underneath his father’s gaze. "A friend?” Odysseus asked. Telemachus squirmed under his father’s gaze, feeling a sense of guilt and fear. Telemachus wanted to look away, but he couldn’t bring himself to move. Telemachus could feel Lukas’ gaze shift from Telemachus to Odysseus, probably sensing the tension.

“Alright, why don’t you and your friend go clean up? I’ll take care of all the suitors’ bodies and clean up myself. Then I’ll go see your mother.” He was still wildly confused with his tone but he let Telemachus go with Lukas back to his chambers. Telemachus felt a wave of relief wash over him at his father’s words. He was grateful to be dismissed, even if it meant leaving his father’s presence. Telemachus nodded in understanding and turned to Lukas. Telemachus could see the concern in Lukas’ eyes, but Telemachus tried to give him a reassuring smile.

“C’mon.” Telemachus said quietly. Telemachus and Lukas slipped away, leaving Odysseus behind. Telemachus could feel the tension leaving his body, feeling like he could breathe again. Telemachus didn’t know how he’d explain anything to his father later, but he was too exhausted to think about it. Telemachus glanced at Lukas, who was walking silently beside him, a thoughtful expression on his face. Telemachus could tell that Lukas had a million questions he wanted to ask, but he stayed silent.

Telemachus walked in silence beside Lukas, feeling a sense of exhaustion settling over him. But he couldn’t help but steal glances at Lukas. Telemachus still felt the lingering feeling of Lukas’ touch on his skin, the warmth and comfort of his arms. Telemachus couldn’t help but replay the moment in his head, the way Lukas had held him. Telemachus pushed a hand through his hair, trying to push down the feeling of butterflies in his stomach. They finally made it to Telemachus’ quarters, and Telemachus walked inside as Lukas followed him in. Telemachus’ room was neat and tidy, the bed was perfectly made.

Telemachus closed the door behind him, feeling strangely self-conscious. Telemachus was alone with Lukas, trapped in a room together. Telemachus felt a tingle of something in the air. Telemachus turned to look at Lukas, his heart starting to beat a little faster. Lukas was standing in the middle of the room, watching Telemachus with an intense stare. Telemachus noticed how the light was shining through the window, hitting Lukas’ face, making him look like some sort of sculpture. Telemachus could see the muscles flexing in Lukas’ arm as he crossed his arms over his chest.

Telemachus could feel a lump in his throat, his mouth growing dry as he watched Lukas’ muscles flex. Telemachus felt a small pool of heat coiling in his gut, like a snake slowly wrapping itself around him. Telemachus tried to swallow, but his throat felt tight. Telemachus could feel his heart thumping in his chest, his breath coming out in short puffs. Telemachus took a step forward on instinct towards Lukas.

Lukas raised a brow at Telemachus’ approach, his expression still stoic but his face neutral. “So, that’s your father?” He smirked slightly. Telemachus felt a flush of heat on his cheeks, feeling embarrassed once again by his father. Telemachus huffed, feeling a bit defensive. “Yeah, yeah that’s him.” Telemachus grumbled, feeling the urge to defend his father for some reason. Lukas chuckled at Telemachus’ reaction, a teasing light in his eyes. Telemachus’ heart skipped a beat at the sound of Lukas’ chuckle, his voice sounding like liquid honey. Telemachus wanted to hear it again, the sound running through his veins.

Telemachus’ gaze ran down Lukas’ figure, taking in every dip and curve of his muscled body. Telemachus’ eyes stopped at Lukas’ arms, his chiton, showing off his strong biceps. Telemachus found himself licking his lips without realizing it. Lukas chuckled again at Telemachus’ expression, noticing the way Telemachus was looking at him. “Make a sculpture. It’ll last longer.” Lukas said, his tone light and teasing. Telemachus blushed hard at having been caught staring, looking away from Lukas quickly. Telemachus tried to think of a witty comeback, but his mind was stuck on how strong Lukas looked.

The young god seen Telemachus’ reaction, because he laughed softly, the sound sending a shiver down Telemachus’ spine. Telemachus felt flustered, his heart drumming frantically in his chest. Telemachus cleared his throat, trying to ignore the heat crawling up his neck. Telemachus tried to change the subject, hoping to get the attention off himself. “You, uh, you’re really strong y’know.” Telemachus said, trying to keep his voice even.

“Of course. How else do you think I got away from some of those brutes unscathed? Couldn’t let them ruin my handsome face.” Telemachus huffed out a laugh, feeling a bit of his awkwardness melt away under Lukas’s jest. “Very modest of you.” Telemachus retorted, rolling his eyes fondly. Telemachus could never get used to Lukas’ cocky confidence. Telemachus wondered if Lukas was actually as confident as he acted, or if it was just a mask.

Lukas only smirked, amused by Telemachus’ reaction. Telemachus found himself staring at Lukas’ smirk, noticing the small dimple on his cheek, somehow endearing. Telemachus averted his gaze again, trying to get rid of the butterflies in his stomach. Telemachus could feel Lukas’s gaze on him, like a physical weight. “Shouldn’t we probably get out of the dried blood stained clothes?” Lukas asked considering they had been standing in the room staring at each other for 10 minutes.

Telemachus winced in realization, suddenly noticing the dried blood staining his clothes. He'd completely forgotten in his exhaustion. Telemachus nodded, his stomach suddenly churning with anxiety. "Yeah, you're right. We should change." Telemachus said in a soft voice, fiddling with the hem of his chiton. Telemachus felt strangely self-conscious about the idea of changing. He realized he would have to take his chiton off in front of Lukas, exposing his entire bare chest, stomach and legs. Telemachus blushed pink at the thought, his heart skipping a beat. Telemachus tried to avoid Lukas's gaze, not wanting him to see his embarrassment.

Telemachus cleared his throat, trying to act nonchalant. "I'll just... change over here." Telemachus said awkwardly, gesturing to a corner of the room. “Sure. Could I borrow a chiton?” Lukas knew he had easier means of cleaning up with his powers but he wanted to wear something of Telemachus’. Telemachus nodded distractedly, the idea of Lukas wearing something of his making something in his chest squirm. Telemachus quickly walked over to a closet, trying to put more distance between Lukas and himself. Telemachus rifled through the closet, trying to find a chiton that was the right size. Telemachus tried to calm himself down, but the thought of Lukas wearing his chiton made Telemachus' heart leap into his throat. A small part of him felt possessive, wanting to claim Lukas as his.

“Thanks.” Lukas smiled taking the chiton and feeling the soft cotton between his fingers. “I’ll just change over here. No peeking.” He smirked. Telemachus’ face felt warm at Lukas’ smirk. Telemachus quickly nodded, his breath catching in his throat at the images that came to mind of Lukas’ body without clothes. Telemachus turned away, not quite trusting himself to keep his eyes to himself. Telemachus felt the flush on his face spreading, his entire body feeling hot as he listened to Lukas shuffling and undressing behind him.

Telemachus found himself clenching his trembling hands into fists against the impulse to look over his shoulder, trying to keep his breathing steady. Telemachus bit his lip to keep himself from making any sound. He quickly changed his own chiton using a small basin in from of him he had there prior to clean any dried blood off his face and arms. Telemachus found himself unable to stop his mind from imagining Lukas’ body, imagining the smooth tan skin and the firm muscles. Telemachus had only caught a few glimpses, but it was enough to make Telemachus’ brain conjure up images of Lukas that sent a shiver down his spine. Telemachus’ skin began to heat up again, his undergarments becoming uncomfortably tight. Telemachus cursed silently, praying that Lukas was taking his time to change.

Telemachus suddenly heard Lukas' footsteps behind him, startling him out of his lewd thoughts. Telemachus’ heart thumped in his chest as he turned around, slowly facing Lukas. Telemachus felt his mouth suddenly go dry, his eyes widening at the sight.

Telemachus’ chiton somehow made him look more muscular as it was a bit closing in on tight but not restricting. Telemachus’ breath hitched as he drank in the sight of Lukas’ form. The chiton hugged Lukas’ chest, the material straining against his pecs. Telemachus’ heart thrummed loudly in his ears, his eyes tracing every line and dip of muscles of Lukas’ body. Telemachus felt heat pool in his gut, his chiton becoming painfully tight. Telemachus swallowed thickly, tearing his gaze away from Lukas’ body to focus on his face.

Telemachus nodded quickly, relieved to have an excuse to look away from Lukas' body. "Yeah, that sounds like a good idea." Telemachus replied in a voice that he hoped sounded normal. Telemachus looked around, suddenly feeling awkward again. "Um, you can have the bed, in the corner. I'll sleep on the ground." Telemachus said quickly, hoping that would be enough to distance himself.

Lukas raised an eyebrow, noticing Telemachus’ odd behavior. “You don’t want to share the bed?” Lukas asked with an amused tone. Telemachus’ eyes widened, face turning bright red. Telemachus sputtered, trying to find words. His mind was still running rampant with less than innocent thoughts. "I-I...um, it's okay, I'll be fine on the floor." Telemachus mumbled, trying to keep his breathing steady.

Lukas chuckled, seeming amused by Telemachus’ reaction. “Come on, I won’t bite. I’m sure we’ll both be more comfortable on the bed.” Lukas said, tilting his head to one side. Telemachus felt his mouth go dry again. The thought of sharing a bed with Lukas was both arousing and terrifying. Telemachus tried to think of an excuse. "I...I snore-" Telemachus tried to say but Lukas cut him off with a smirk.

“I don’t care. Get in the bed.” Telemachus’ heart skipped a beat, hearing Lukas’ commanding tone. Telemachus' mind conjured up images of Lukas telling him what to do under very different circumstances - and it stirred something within Telemachus. Telemachus couldn't help the shiver that ran down his spine. Telemachus quickly looked away, embarrassed.

“I’m fine. Just go to sleep.” Telemachus argued back, lying down with a small cushion and blanket and closing his eyes. Lukas huffed a sigh and settled into the bed. Telemachus could feel Lukas shifting around above him, trying to get comfortable. Telemachus' heart was beating like a drum, trying to keep himself from thinking too much about Lukas' body just above him. Telemachus fidgeted, trying to position himself comfortably on the floor. Telemachus let out a breath, trying to relax. Telemachus didn't know how he was going to get any sleep like this.

Telemachus laid there for maybe 10 minutes or more, it felt like longer. But that’s maybe because he was so damn cold. Why was it so cold? Totally not the fact he’s lying on a cold hard floor with a thin blanket. Telemachus felt like he was freezing, his body trembling as the cold air wrapped around him. Telemachus tried to rub his hands together, hoping it would warm him a bit. Telemachus' teeth were chattering, the cold seeping into every bone in his body.

Telemachus shifted a bit, trying to tuck the blanket more around himself but it wasn’t doing much. Telemachus let out a shaky breath, his teeth clattering together. Telemachus couldn't bear it anymore, he was freezing. Telemachus knew the only way to get warm was probably to get into the bed, but Telemachus was too stubborn to admit it.

Telemachus fidgeted, shivering again. Telemachus' teeth were chattering uncontrollably, and his whole body was shaking. Telemachus was tempted to just suck it up and get into the bed, but his damn pride wouldn't let him. Lukas wasn’t actually asleep, he could hear Telemachus shifting around and chattering his teeth. He knew the prince was freezing his bones off.

Lukas' heart ached a bit for Telemachus. He could tell Telemachus was stubborn and most likely wouldn't admit that he was cold. Lukas wanted to say something, to tell Telemachus to come to bed, but he restrained himself. Lukas knew Telemachus wouldn't do anything unless Lukas made him. Lukas rolled over, peeking over the edge of the bed to get a glimpse of Telemachus on the floor.

Lukas suppressed a chuckle at the sight of Telemachus huddled in a ball on the floor. Lukas could see Telemachus' entire body trembling, trying in vain to warm himself. Telemachus was stubborn as a rock, and Lukas knew he wouldn't admit that he was freezing. Lukas wanted desperately to tell Telemachus to come to bed, but he held back. Telemachus' stubbornness was driving him crazy, but it was also endearing in a way.

Lukas wanted to get up and drag Telemachus up himself, but he knew Telemachus would react to that even worse. Lukas sighed, wondering how he could get Telemachus to cooperate. He could just make himself warm and pretend he didn't know Telemachus was freezing. Or he could do a different tactic. Lukas thought for a moment, contemplating what he should do. He knew Telemachus probably wouldn't come to bed no matter what he did. Telemachus was too stubborn. Lukas decided to try a different approach. He sat up in bed and looked down at Telemachus. Telemachus was curled up on the ground, shivering fiercely, clearly trying to hide how cold he was. "Are you quite alright down there?" Lukas asked, trying to sound casual. Telemachus stopped shivering for a moment, surprised by Lukas' voice.

Telemachus gritted his teeth, trying to stop his teeth from chattering. He didn't want Lukas to realize he was freezing. Telemachus lifted his head to look up at Lukas. "Yeah, yeah I'm fine. Just trying to get comfortable." Telemachus lied, trying to sound nonchalant despite his shivering. Lukas raised an eyebrow, not buying Telemachus' act. "You're shivering like a leaf and your teeth are chattering. You're clearly freezing down there." Lukas said bluntly, eyeing Telemachus skeptically. Telemachus huffed, feeling a bit embarrassed that Lukas had seen through his act.

Telemachus tried to wave off Lukas' statement, attempting to play it off. "I'm not that cold. I’m fine just go to sleep." Telemachus grumbled, still refusing to admit he was freezing. "You're lying. You're shaking so much I'm almost surprised you haven't fallen apart." Lukas deadpanned, leaning his head on his propped up hand. Telemachus scowled at Lukas, feeling annoyed at being called out. "I'm fine, okay? Stop worrying about me." Telemachus snapped, shifting from side to side uncomfortably.

Lukas huffed out an exasperated sigh, feeling the urge to facepalm. Telemachus was being stubborn and difficult as hell. He rolled his eyes. “Oh stop being so damn so preposterous and get in the bed.” Lukas snapped back at him. Telemachus' heart skipped a beat at Lukas' command. Telemachus felt a wave of annoyance at being told what to do, but he couldn't deny the way his body reacted to Lukas' authoritative tone. Telemachus grumbled something under his breath, feeling torn between wanting to give in to Lukas and his own stubborn pride.

Telemachus opened his mouth to protest, but Lukas interrupted him with a firm look. "I’m not going to tell you again." Telemachus clamped his mouth shut, feeling a familiar heat spread through his body. Lukas' tone was stern and commanding, making Telemachus melt inside. Telemachus let out a frustrated sigh, knowing he couldn't win this argument. Telemachus reluctantly sat up, still holding the thin blanket around him. Telemachus swallowed the lump in his throat, feeling a mixture of irritated and aroused. "Fine, fine." Telemachus grumbled, standing up and walking over towards the bed.

Lukas held the covers up, gesturing for Telemachus to get in. Telemachus felt his cheeks flush at the sight of the bed, knowing that he would be sleeping right beside Lukas. Telemachus climbed into the bed, his body shivering as he got under the covers. Telemachus tried to keep his distance, staying on the edge of the bed, but he felt Lukas pull him closer. Telemachus' heart thumped loudly in his chest as he found his face right next to Lukas' cloth covered chest. Telemachus inhaled Lukas' scent, feeling a wave of heat wash over him.

Lukas could feel Telemachus' body trembling against his own, feeling his bare skin shiver. Lukas moved Telemachus' head to rest his forehead on his shoulder, feeling Telemachus' breath on his his collarbone. Lukas wrapped an arm around Telemachus' back, pulling Telemachus closer to him. Telemachus felt his heart speed up even more at the feeling of Lukas' arms around him, the heat emanating from Lukas' body seeping into Telemachus' skin.

Telemachus felt a shiver run down his spine, feeling Lukas' body pressed up against his. Telemachus' mind and body were both overwhelmed, feeling hyper-aware of every touch and every movement. Telemachus tried to push down the waves of sensations, desperately trying to calm himself down. Telemachus felt Lukas' hand move from his back to the back of his head, entangling in Telemachus' hair. Telemachus couldn't help but let out a small gasp at the feeling, wanting to arch into Lukas' touch.

Lukas heard Telemachus gasp, and a feeling of satisfaction came over him. Lukas moved his fingers, softly rubbing Telemachus' scalp, knowing the exact effect it would have. Telemachus let out a shuddering exhale, feeling a wave of pleasure run over him. Telemachus' mind was growing hazy, the feeling of Lukas' hand on his head driving away all his thoughts. Telemachus found himself pressing his face against Lukas' chest, craving more contact. Lukas smiled, feeling Telemachus seeking more contact, enjoying every shiver and gasp he was pulling from Telemachus.

Lukas slowly lowered his head down and pressed a soft kiss to Telemachus' head, breathing him in. “Goodnight, darling.”

Telemachus' heart skipped a beat at Lukas' words, feeling the heat return to his cheeks. Telemachus wanted to respond but found his mind to be a mess of thoughts and wants, his words failing him. Telemachus was frozen, trying to process the sensations running through him. Telemachus swallowed, feeling like a mess of feelings and hormones.

“Goodnight…” Telemachus murmured weakly, his heart thumping like a wild creature.

Chapter Text

Telemachus slowly woke up, feeling an incredible sense of warmth. He found himself wrapped in a pair of comfortable, familiar arms. Telemachus was pressed up against Lukas chest, his head lying on the crook of Luka's shoulder, face right near the crook of Lukas' neck.

Telemachus felt completely surrounded by Lukas, and it made Telemachus' chest feel fluttery. Telemachus slowly lifted his head, trying not to disturb Lukas. Telemachus' heart skipped a beat as he looked up, seeing Lukas' face lax with sleep. Lukas' looked so handsome, Telemachus took a moment to appreciate the sight.

Telemachus let his eyes roam over Lukas' face, taking in his smooth skin, strong jawline, and pink kissable lips. Telemachus found his gaze lingering on Lukas' lips, feeling a familiar heat in his chest. Telemachus let out a little sigh, his breath fanning against Lukas' neck.

Telemachus wanted to kiss Lukas so bad, it was driving him crazy. Telemachus bit back the urge, knowing he couldn't risk waking Lukas. Telemachus looked back up at Lukas' face, seeing his expression was peaceful. Telemachus felt a wave of affection for the sleeping man, feeling grateful for the warmth and safety.

Telemachus' eyes wandered down to Lukas' bare chest, the blanket having fell during the night. Telemachus' heart rate sped up, seeing Lukas' bare torso, the muscles defined and smooth. Telemachus' eyes traced the firm lines and dips of Lukas' abdominal muscles, feeling his mouth go dry.

Telemachus couldn't peel his eyes away, feeling heat and want. Telemachus wanted to run his hands all over Lukas' body, exploring every inch. Telemachus swallowed hard, feeling his own body starting to react.

Telemachus let his eyes wander down towards Lukas' waist, trying not to let his gaze linger on the area where Lukas' pelvis was. Telemachus found himself wanting to push the blanket down lower, to see the rest of Lukas' body, but he restrained himself. He was already struggling to keep his hands to himself, he knew that if Telemachus let himself get even a glimpse of what lay under the blanket, he wouldn't be able to stop himself. Telemachus took a shuddering breath, trying to get himself under control.

He should go wash up for the morning and let Lukas sleep. Telemachus knew he should get up, but he couldn't bring himself to leave the comfort of Lukas' arms. Telemachus let himself bask in the warmth for a few more moments, listening to Lukas' steady heartbeat. Telemachus inhaled deeply, taking in Lukas' scent.

Telemachus felt his mind growing hazy, the urge to stay in Lukas' arms growing stronger. Telemachus reluctantly untangled himself from Lukas, sitting up slowly. Telemachus looked back at Lukas' sleeping face, feeling a wave of affection. Telemachus took a deep breath, knowing he had to get up.

Telemachus nodded to himself, knowing he needed to cool off. Telemachus carefully removed himself from Lukas' hold, trying not to disturb him. Telemachus slipped out of bed, feeling the cold floor chill his bare feet.

Telemachus picked up some clean clothes from his floor and crept to the washroom. Telemachus closed the door and sighed once it was shut, feeling his heated state. Telemachus set the clothes on a counter and looked in the mirror, seeing just how flushed he looked. Telemachus quickly splashed some water on his face, trying to cool himself off.

He dried his face off, washed his body and dressed in a clean chiton and sandals, brushing his fingers through his head to make it more presentable for breakfast.

Telemachus felt better a bit once he'd finished getting ready, feeling more clearheaded. He looked at himself in the mirror one more time, making sure he looked okay.

Taking a deep breath, trying to collect himself. Telemachus opened the bathroom door and walked back into the room, seeing Lukas still asleep. Telemachus couldn't help but smile at the sight, feeling affection tug at his heart. Telemachus quietly walked over to Lukas, kneeling down besides the bed. Telemachus gently ran his hand through Lukas' hair, admiring how soft it was.

Telemachus still hasn’t gotten the confirmation of which God is Lukas’ father but he’s 100% certain that it’s Hermes. It makes sense even if Lukas hasn’t confirmed it to him yet, where else would he get winged sandals that make him fly?

And his personality? It was only fitting that Lukas being so witty and mischievous was because it was inherited traits from his father. Lukas is a charming trickster and Hermes is the god of trickery and mischief as well as being the messenger god.

Telemachus continued to gently run his fingers through Lukas' hair, taking a few moments just to appreciate him. Telemachus couldn't help but think about Lukas' godly parentage. Telemachus was almost certain that Lukas was a son of Hermes, it just made sense.

Lukas resembled Hermes’ personality in almost every way; witty, charming, confident, and mischievous. He could practically see the physical resemblance in Lukas' features too; eyes, hair, mannerisms, and personality, it all fit a child of Hermes perfectly.

Telemachus smiled a bit to himself, feeling slightly proud of himself for being able to guess who Lukas' parent was. Telemachus wondered if it would be better to keep this to himself or ask Lukas about it. Telemachus was almost certain that Lukas would confirm it, but at the same time, Telemachus felt hesitant to broach the topic.

Telemachus didn't want to seem like he was prying. Telemachus' fingers paused, his hand resting on Lukas' head, his mind still racing with thoughts. Telemachus debated with himself for a few more moments before he finally decided to ask. Telemachus took a deep breath, gathering up courage. Telemachus moved his hand away from Lukas' head, gently shaking his shoulder.

Telemachus spoke in a gentle tone. "Lukas," he said softly. "Wake up, it's time for breakfast." Telemachus said, voice still slightly hoarse for just waking up. Telemachus was a little worried that Lukas might not hear him, he doesn’t know how deep a sleeper Lukas is.

Telemachus continued to shake Lukas shoulder, trying to rouse the sleeping man. Telemachus couldn't help but feel a little charmed at how Lukas looked, his face relaxed and peaceful.

Lukas raised an eyebrow, noticing
Telemachus' sudden hesitance. "What is it?" Lukas propped himself up on one elbow, his eyes curious. Telemachus fidgeted, feeling nervous under Lukas' gaze.

Telemachus wasn't sure how to approach the topic, suddenly feeling like a fool. Telemachus cleared his throat, trying to find his courage. "I...I just wanted to ask you something." Telemachus murmured, his voice unusually timid. Lukas eyes flickered with curiosity, his tone still casual despite the look on his face. "Yeah?"

Telemachus felt his heart thump in his chest, a lump beginning to form in his throat.

He took another deep breath, gathering his courage. his locked his eyes on Lukas, preparing himself to ask the question. "What...Who is your godly parent...? I mean I have a clue but I just want to be sure." Telemachus finally asked. Lukas studied Telemachus' face, taking in his expression. Telemachus could see the wheels turning in Lukas' mind, seeing the gears working. Lukas' eyes suddenly gleamed with realization, as if he'd realized Telemachus had figured it out.

Lukas let out a small huff, a slight smirk on his face. Lukas leaned closer, his voice low. "What's your guess?" Lukas asked, his tone a bit teasing. Telemachus felt relieved that Lukas wasn't offended by the question, instead seeming almost amused. Telemachus felt a fluttering in his chest, hoping that Lukas would confirm his suspicions.

Telemachus swallowed, still feeling a bit nervous but more sure now. Telemachus answered in a quiet but sure voice, looking Lukas in the eye as he spoke. "Hermes." Telemachus said, the name almost coming out as a whisper. Telemachus held his breath, waiting for Lukas' response.

Lukas raised his eyebrows, a smirk on his face. "Wow, correct on the first try. How impressive." Lukas chuckled, sitting up completely. Lukas stretched, a bit of his skin peeking out from under the blanket. Telemachus' eyes darted to the skin, feeling his throat go dry.

Telemachus forced his gaze back up, trying to focus on the conversation. Telemachus felt a sense of satisfaction at being proven right. Telemachus smiled, feeling a wave of victory. "I knew it." Telemachus said, a small bit of smugness in his tone. Lukas rolled his eyes good-naturedly, a crooked grin on his face. "Don't get too cocky. It was a pretty easy guess. The winged sandals definitely checks out." Lukas chuckled, running a hand through his hair.

Telemachus laughed, feeling some of his tension melting away. Telemachus' heart was still beating fast, but now for a different reason. Telemachus found himself enjoying their light banter, feeling a sort of ease between them. Telemachus looked at Lukas, watching the other man stretch and yawn.

Telemachus couldn't help but notice the way the blanket slid lower on Lukas' body as he stretched, a teasing peek of his skin on display. Telemachus tried to keep his eyes on Lukas' face, but found himself struggling to not let his gaze shift downwards. Telemachus' mind suddenly flashed with memories of that night, feeling heat in his cheeks rise.

“Now you said some thing about breakfast.” Lukas mentioned. Telemachus shook himself out of his thoughts, feeling his cheeks warm. Telemachus mentally slapped himself, trying to focus on the current conversation. Telemachus cleared his throat, forcing himself to act normal. "Ah, yes." Telemachus nodded. "I...We should probably head to the dining hall for breakfast soon." Telemachus said, trying to keep his gaze from wandering again.

Lukas nodded, finally throwing the blanket off of himself as he got out of bed. Telemachus felt a bit breathless as he got a full view of Lukas' shirtless torso. Telemachus' eyes ran over Lukas' abs and muscular form. Telemachus tried his best not to stare, but it was hard to deny that he looked incredibly attractive. Telemachus found his mouth going dry, a feeling of want rising in his chest. Telemachus had to fight the urge to reach out and run his hand along Lukas' stomach. Telemachus had to bite his lip to stop the small noise that threatened to escape his lips.

Lukas pulled his chiton back up to his chest, dressing comfortably and looking practically immaculate for just having woke up.

Telemachus watched as Lukas got dressed, feeling both relieved and disappointed that he'd covered up. Telemachus couldn't help but appreciate how good Lukas looked, his chiton hugging his muscular frame. Telemachus found that his eyes were fixated on Lukas, following every movement he made.

Telemachus' heartrate was still a bit elevated, his body still reacting to their earlier conversation and the sight of Lukas' torso. Telemachus found himself feeling oddly flustered, his usual cool demeanor falling apart. “I hope I can be properly introduced to your parents this time instead of just your father briefly.” Lukas smirked.

Telemachus huffed a laugh, shaking his head slightly. Telemachus still felt a bit embarrassed from earlier, but he was starting to relax more.

"My mother would love you." Telemachus said after a moment, looking up at Lukas. Telemachus could imagine his mother swooning over him, making a fuss over Lukas like she usually did with him. He found the image both endearing and a bit funny.

"I can't say the same for my father, however." Telemachus added with a huff, recalling his father's cold gaze on Lukas. Lukas chuckled lightly, leaning against the wall. "Yeah, your father gave me quite the icy glare last night.” Lukas mused, not at all intimidated by the memory.

Telemachus nodded in agreement, rolling his eyes lightly. "He's very protective, always has been. Especially since now being home.” Telemachus explained, his eyes tracing Lukas' form, noticing the way his chiton accentuated his muscular arms. Telemachus shook away his thoughts, not wanting to get flustered all over again.

Lukas noticed Telemachus gazing at him, raising an eyebrow as he did. Lukas smirked, a bit of mischief in his eyes. Telemachus' cheeks flushed, realizing that he'd been caught ogling again. Telemachus forced his eyes away, knowing that Lukas was going to tease him. Telemachus felt his face heat up even more, embarrassed at being so obvious in his attraction. Telemachus cleared his throat awkwardly, trying to play it off.

"So, should we get breakfast?" Telemachus asked instead, avoiding looking at Lukas again. Lukas chuckled lightly, still clearly amused by Telemachus' reaction. Lukas pushed off the wall, stretching his arms over his head. Telemachus watched as the fabric of Lukas' chiton was strained over his muscles, Telemachus' hands itching to touch the fabric, feeling the material under his fingers.

“Yes, breakfast. I’m starving.” Telemachus quickly nodded, trying to focus on something else and not let his mind wander. "Then we should probably get going." Telemachus avoided looking directly at Lukas, knowing that if he did, he'd just be entranced by his muscles once more. Telemachus started to walk towards the door, feeling Lukas' eyes on him.

"After you," Telemachus said, gesturing for Lukas to walk ahead. Telemachus was hoping that if he wasn't looking directly at Lukas, he'd be less affected by his appearance. Lukas grinned, raising his eyebrows at Telemachus' gesture.

"What a gentleman." Lukas teased lightly, walking past Telemachus and towards the door. Telemachus huffed, rolling his eyes in response, feeling a tiny bit annoyed that Lukas had noticed his awkwardness. Telemachus quickly followed behind, trying to keep his eyes to himself and keep his thoughts PG.

"Shut up, just start walking." Telemachus muttered, his expression slightly pouty.

Lukas chuckled lightly, clearly enjoying Telemachus' reaction. "Aww, don't get pouty. I'm just teasing you." Lukas teased, glancing over his shoulder at Telemachus. Telemachus huffed again, his expression becoming even more of a pout.

"You're insufferable." Telemachus grumbled, his cheeks flushed a light pink. Telemachus quickened his pace a bit, trying to get ahead of Lukas. Telemachus didn't want to look at Lukas, the sight was too damn distracting.

Lukas caught up with Telemachus easily, still amused by Telemachus' reactions. Lukas leaned in close to Telemachus, his tone slightly mocking.

"Aww, you look so cute when you get irritated." Lukas said, grinning at Telemachus. Telemachus felt warmth rushing to his cheeks, his expression turning into a deeper pout. Telemachus pushed Lukas' arm away, rolling his eyes again.

"Stop being so annoying." Telemachus muttered, trying to act grumpy and not show how flustered he was. He then felt a sense of relief as he entered the dining hall, the familiar surroundings of his family's palace making him feel more at ease. Telemachus greeted his mother and father with a warm smile, his usual composure returning.

"Good morning, Mother, Father." Telemachus said, taking a seat at the table. Telemachus noticed Lukas greeting them politely as well, noting the respectful bow he did to his parents even though they had no clue who he was. Telemachus suppressed a smile, feeling oddly pleased and proud at the sight. Telemachus' mother, Penelope, smiled kindly at Lukas, gesturing for him to sit.

Lukas smiled back politely, taking a seat next to Telemachus at the table. Telemachus noticed the way his mother eyed Lukas, no doubt taking notice of his attractive appearance. Telemachus felt a pang of jealousy, not liking his mother checking Lukas out.

Telemachus spoke up before Lukas could answer, trying to keep his cool. "Uh, Mother, this is Lukas. He's a...friend." Telemachus said, trying to sound casual despite the possessive feeling bubbling up inside him.

Penelope smiled warmly, still looking at Lukas curiously. "Oh, it's nice to meet you, Lukas," she said, her tone kind. Telemachus' father, Odysseus, sat at the head of the table, eyeing Lukas with a more intense gaze.

Telemachus could sense his father's cautiousness, knowing that his father was also taking note of Lukas' appearance. Telemachus felt a small amount of nerves, hoping his father wouldn't scare Lukas away.

Lukas smiled politely, nodding his head respectfully. "It's a pleasure to meet you both." Lukas said warmly. Telemachus noticed the way Lukas remained calm under his father's intense gaze, impressed by his composure. Telemachus father looked Lukas up and down, seeming to be sizing him up.

"So, are you just friends?” Penelope asked, she already knew her son’s preferences though he had never voiced them she always caught him staring at the young men in the courtyard training when he was growing up especially in his teenage years.

Though Odysseus does not know and believes Telemachus is fit to start courting a woman to be his future wife and queen.

Telemachus shifted awkwardly in his seat, feeling a bit uncomfortable. He knew what his mother was implying, and he knew his father was listening intently as well. Telemachus fidgeted with his hands under the table, trying to keep his expression neutral.

"Uh...y-yeah, we're just friends." Telemachus managed to stutter out, his voice cracking slightly. Telemachus darted his eyes to Lukas, feeling embarrassed and uncertain. Telemachus was silently pleading with his eyes for Lukas to play along.

Lukas however did not get the memo. Or rather he ignored it.

“Now, now Tele, don’t be so shy. It isn’t anything yet, your highness but I do very Telemachus very cute. And he is a rather good friend to me. I like him very much.”

“Lukas….” Telemachus felt his heart stutter, his face growing warm. Telemachus' mother smiled at Lukas' response, her eyes flickering to Telemachus knowingly. Telemachus felt his father's intense gaze boring into him, and he shifted uncomfortably in his seat.

"I see..." Odysseus said, his voice neutral. Telemachus could see the wheels turning in his father's head, could sense his father's mind making connections. Telemachus couldn't bring himself to meet his father's gaze, feeling nervous and scared. Telemachus knew his father was getting the wrong idea, well it wasn’t wrong because Telemachus would very much like a partner like Lukas but besides the point.

“Come on, darling. It’s nothing to be ashamed of. You were very cozy in my arms last night after you eventually warmed up.” Telemachus was absolutely mortified, his face turning an even deeper shade of red. His mother was hiding a smirk behind her hand, clearly enjoying Telemachus' embarrassment.

Telemachus could see the exact moment his father's mind came to the wrong conclusion, his expression turning from shocked to angry.

"What." Odysseus said in a deadly tone. Telemachus felt all the air leave his lungs. Telemachus glanced at his mother, silently begging for her to say something.

Penelope placed a hand on Odysseus' arm, her smile still on her face. She tried to defuse the tension in the room, sensing the shift in mood. "Odysseus, darling, calm down. There was a chill last night.” Penelope said softly yet firmly. Odysseus huffed, his gaze not leaving Lukas, who seemed unfazed by his anger. Telemachus was trying to stay calm, but his heart was racing in his chest as he waited for his father's outburst.

Odysseus sighed, still fuming but not quite as angry as before. He glanced at Lukas, his eyes narrowing. Telemachus could see the gears in his father's mind turning, trying to process the new information. Telemachus held his breath, waiting for his father to say something.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Odysseus spoke.

"You shared a bed with my son?" Odysseus said bluntly, his voice still low. Telemachus felt his cheeks heat up even more, his mother still trying to calm the situation.

“Well, yes. Telemachus did very graciously offer to sleep on the floor but I couldn’t have my prince sleeping on the floor, could I? Besides he was cold and didn’t want to admit it. So I cuddled him to warm him up then we fell asleep.” Lukas said so casually as if he was mentioning how nice the weather was.

Telemachus groaned quietly, covering his face with his hands. His mother was trying to hold back laughter while his father looked positively pissed. Telemachus wished he could crawl under the table and disappear.

"You cuddled my son." Odysseus repeated, his voice low and cold. Telemachus felt like he was about to faint, his father was one second away from exploding. "Yes, I did." Lukas answered, completely unbothered by the situation. Telemachus couldn't believe that Lukas was acting so casual, completely unfazed by Odysseus' death glare. Telemachus wanted to shout at Lukas to shut up, to stop making things worse.

Odysseus took a deep breath, trying to control his anger. "You cuddled my son. In the same bed." Odysseus repeated, his tone dangerous. Telemachus peeked through his fingers, seeing his mother's shoulders shaking from trying not to laugh.

“Yes. Is that a bad thing? I don’t want him to catch cold.” Lukas’s tone was still nonchalant. Telemachus facepalmed, feeling like he was being tortured. His mother was barely holding it together, her face red with suppressed laughter. Telemachus watched as his father clenched his fists, the veins in father's neck popping out.

"It's....not an appropriate thing for a guest in my house to do." Odysseus ground out, his teeth gritting. Telemachus could practically see the vein in his father's forehead throbbing as he tried to maintain his composure. Lukas just smirked, completely unbothered by Odysseus.

Telemachus wanted to bang his head against a wall, feeling like the situation couldn't get any more embarrassing. His mother was having a hard time holding in her laugh, her face flushed. Telemachus glanced at Lukas who was just smirking at Telemachus' father. Telemachus couldn't believe Lukas was acting so smug, completely unafriad of his father.

"It could be misconstrued as something more than friendly..." Odysseus spoke through clenched teeth, his eyes glaring icily at Lukas. Telemachus winced, he knew that statement was a warning shot.

“Oh. Well, with all due respect, my king. I perhaps meant it more than friendly as I mentioned before I find Telemachus terribly cute and charming. He’s a keeper all right.” Lukas smirked with a chuckle.

Telemachus felt his face go scarlet, his heart skipping a beat. Lukas' words and smirk were driving Telemachus crazy, he couldn't tell if he wanted to run away from the embarrassment or tackle Lukas and kiss him.

His father, on the other hand, looked absolutely murderous. Telemachus could see the vein in his father's forehead thudding with anger. Telemachus' mother still was covering her mouth to hold in her laughter.

"You...find my son cute and charming?" Odysseus said, his voice icy. “I can describe him another way if you prefer, something more masculine? Uh, I find him ruggedly attractive and sexily cute.” Lukas suggested.

Telemachus felt like he was about to implode, his cheeks feeling like they were on fire. Lukas' comment drove Telemachus insane, he wanted to simultaneously strangle him and kiss him senseless. Telemachus' eyes darted to his father, seeing the vein in his forehead twitching. Telemachus' mother's shoulders were shaking with suppressed laughter.

"He's my son." Odysseus grit out, his knuckles white from how tightly he clenched his fists. Telemachus was terrified of what was going to happen next. “I am aware of that. We met briefly last night remember? And well I’m certainly aware of it this morning.”

Telemachus groaned, burying his face in his hands. Telemachus was absolutely mortified, his heart pounding in his chest. Telemachus mother was barely keeping it together at this point, her shoulders shaking with laughter. Telemachus glanced at his father, who looked like he was ready explode at any moment.

"I think you should keep your....thoughts about my son to yourself." Odysseus said through gritted teeth.

Lukas shrugged, still completely unbothered by the situation. Telemachus was still wanting for the floor to open and swallow him, his mother was stifling her laughter and his father looked about ready to murder Lukas. Telemachus glanced at his mother, begging her with his eyes to speak up and say something.

"Lukas, sweetheart, as lovely as your compliments are, perhaps it's best to rein in your words a bit. Save them for when the two of you are alone. It’s very gentlemanly to compliment your partner but maybe keep it little cleaner.” Penelope said, finally speaking up, her tone light with a smirk. She did like Lukas, he was certainly something.

Telemachus internally breathed a sigh of relief, feeling grateful for his mother's intervention. Telemachus father still looked like he was about to murder Lukas though at the word “partner.”

Telemachus glanced at Lukas, feeling equal parts embarrassed, angry and impressed. Telemachus silently mouthed a 'seriously?' at Lukas, who just smirked widely at Telemachus. Telemachus' cheeks flushed slightly at the look, he wanted to smack Lukas and kiss him in equal measure.

Telemachus’ father was still shooting daggers at Lukas, but his shoulders had relaxed a little bit. Telemachus’ mother was still smiling, clearly enjoying the whole situation. Telemachus couldn't believe that his mother was so casual about the whole thing, while his father was ready to murder Lukas.

Telemachus glanced once more at Lukas, who still had an infuriating smirk on his face. Telemachus found himself wanting to kiss and smack that grin off of Lukas' face at the same time, feeling all sorts of annoyed and flustered at the same time.

Lukas nodded at Penelope’s words. “Oh, yes. Of course, your highness. My apologies, Tele knows I mean it in good spirits, right darling?” Telemachus' face flushed again, the word "darling" making his heart skip a beat. Telemachus found himself nodding involuntarily, his brain too flustered to form words.

Telemachus glanced at his father, seeing the vein in his father's forehead pulse as Lukas called him "darling."

Odysseus took a deep breath, trying to compose himself. "Yes, well. While Lukas' compliments are appreciated, Telemachus is of marriageable age and I have already arranged a woman for him to court."

Telemachus felt like he had been punched in the gut, his heart sinking at his father's words. Telemachus glanced at his mother, hoping she would say something to contradict his father, but she remained silent. Telemachus glanced at Lukas, seeing his expression change with interest when Odysseus mentioned Telemachus' impending marriage.

Telemachus' heart was sinking, his stomach filled with dread as his father continued on. "In fact," Odysseus started again, "She is due to arrive very soon. So I think it best you take leave soon, Lukas.”

Telemachus couldn't believe what he was hearing, his father had already arranged a marriage for him without even consulting him, Telemachus felt like he wanted to disappear into the floor.

Telemachus glanced at Lukas, desperate for some sort of support or protest from him. Lukas' face had grown serious now, no more cheeky smirks or teasing words. Telemachus father continued to speak, not noticing Telemachus and Lukas' nonverbal interaction.

"She is to arrive this evening in fact. Quite a lovely girl, the daughter of a wealthy nobleman from Sparta. She's young, kind, and would make a very excellent wife and future queen for you, son." Telemachus felt a sense of dread spreading through him, his heart sinking with every word from his father.

Telemachus glanced at his mother, pleading silently for her to say something. His mother remained silent, her eyes sympathetic but she said nothing. Telemachus looked back at Lukas, seeing his expression harden at the mention of Telemachus getting married. Lukas looked like he was trying to keep his expression neutral, but Telemachus could see the fire in Lukas' eyes, could see his jaw clenching slightly. Telemachus' father continued on, not picking up on the tension.

"She will arrive this evening, and her and Telemachus will begin courting as soon as she arrives."

Telemachus felt like his world was crumbling around him, he felt like he was going to be sick. Telemachus felt like he was being hit with one blow after another, his father had already picked out a bride for him, his father was set on this girl being Telemachus' wife, and that girl was arriving later that very day.

Telemachus felt sick to his stomach, all sense of hunger gone as he felt like he was suffocating. Lukas looked furious now, his fingers gripping the edge of the tabletop, his knuckles turning white. Telemachus' mother noticed the change in Lukas' demeanor. “I think you leave, Lukas. Your parents must be wondering where you are. Go give them peace of mind. Telemachus, you must prepare for Menelaia’s arrive with her father.”

Telemachus wanted to say something, to protest, to argue, but he was at loss for words. Telemachus wanted to grab Lukas' hand, to beg him to stay, to beg him not to go. But Telemachus' father's stern gaze and Penelope's sympathetic look kept Telemachus quiet. He glanced at Lukas, his heart clenching as he saw Lukas' expression, the anger, the frustration, the desperation. Telemachus felt the words stuck in his throat.

Lukas stood abruptly, his chair scraping against the floor. Telemachus could practically feel the anger rolling off of Lukas as Lukas stood and gave a respectful but brief bow. "Yes, my king. I shall take my leave." Lukas' voice was tight and strained, his jaw clenching.

Telemachus felt his stomach clench, he could tell Lukas was fighting back any outburst. Telemachus watched as Penelope walked over to Lukas and gave him a gentle smile, placing a comforting hand on his arm. “I will lead you out, Lukas, dear. Will you get home safely?”

Lukas gave a tense nod, and murmured a polite, if a bit forced, "Yes, your highness. Thank you." Lukas glanced back at Telemachus, his eyes still filled with anger and frustration, before following Penelope out of the room. Telemachus watched as the door shut heavily behind Lukas, his heart feeling like it was being torn in two.

Telemachus father's voice immediately filled the air, snapping Telemachus out of the silence. Telemachus glanced at his father, his voice and expression cold

"You'll be marrying Menelaia very soon." Telemachus felt like he was suffocating already at the reality of this marriage. “I’ve never met her before, father. I didn’t even know she existed.”

"It doesn't matter if you haven't met her. The important thing is that she's young, healthy, her father is high in society, she's of astounding beauty, and will make you a fine wife and future queen. She will produce strong and beautiful children, my son.” Odysseus responded in an almost dismissive tone, as if Telemachus' feelings were irrelevant.

Telemachus looked down at the table, feeling defeated. His father had already planned everything, already decided Telemachus' life for him. Telemachus wanted to shout and fight, wanted to tell his father that he wasn't just a pawn to be married off for political gain, that Telemachus was a person too with feelings of his own.

Telemachus tried to push back the tears that were threatening to fall from his eyes, his heart feeling like it was shattering, and spoke with a voice that was barely above a whisper. "Do I...do I get no say in this at all?"

Before Odysseus could respond, Penelope returned to the dining hall. Telemachus glanced up when he heard the door open, a small hope blossoming in him at the sight of his mother, hoping she would say something to defend him. Telemachus knew it was a futile hope though.

Penelope paused in the doorway, taking a look at Telemachus' expression, then glancing at Odysseus. Telemachus held his breath, silently pleading at his mother with his eyes. Penelope gave Telemachus a sympathetic smile then looked at Odysseus. "Odysseus, darling, perhaps you are overwhelming Telemachus."

Odysseus frowned at Penelope's comment, his gaze hardening. "Overwhelming him? No, I am simply informing him of his impending marriage." Odysseus responded, a bite to his words. Telemachus could tell that Odysseus was getting annoyed and he felt the last bit of hope he had slip through his hands. “That I didn’t know about. Didn’t even know an impending marriage existed.”

Odysseus sighed, his irritation clear. He ran a hand through his hair, clearly annoyed at having to explain himself. "That isn't important. What is important is the fact that you will be marrying this girl very soon. You shouldn't worry about things like whether you knew about this beforehand." Telemachus clenched his jaw, his father's words making him feel even more helpless.

“And what you expect me to court and….and….love this….this woman? That I might not even like?”

Odysseus's expression turned stern, his patience growing thin. "You will do as you are told. You will court this woman, and you will treat her with respect. And in time, you will come to love her. Do I make myself clear, Telemachus?" Telemachus felt a wave of anger and hopelessness wash over him, his father's words making him feel like a pawn being moved around a chessboard, his emotions and feelings unimportant.

“This isn’t fair! You got to chose who you married for being king, why I can’t I?” Telemachus argued.

Odysseus slammed his fist on the table, his face twisted in anger. "Do not raise your voice at me! I am your father and you will do as I say. You are a prince and you will marry who I tell you to marry, and that is final. You have a responsibility to this family and this kingdom. You are not in charge, I am. And as long as you live under my roof, you will obey my rules."

Telemachus flinched at the harshness of his father's tone, feeling small and powerless. Telemachus knew he shouldn’t but he was too angry, feeling too cheated to not argue and shout back. “And your rules mean no happiness! You get to be happy with who you love, who you chose to marry, yet I am doomed to a life of misery and despair.”

Odysseus' expression darkened at Telemachus' words, his tone becoming even more stern. "You are not doomed to a life of misery and despair, I am providing you with a life of comfort and success, you are marrying a beautiful and high-status woman, you should be grateful! Your mother did not raise you to be such an ungrateful brat."

Telemachus felt a spark of anger boil up inside, his hands clenching into fists. Telemachus knew he was being foolish, knew he should keep his mouth shut, but he was just so angry and hurt, and his father's words stung.

Telemachus' voice came out almost like a low growl as he responded, his words sharp and bitter. "You talk about comfort and success, yet that is all irrelevant to me. What I want is happiness. I want to choose who I marry, I want to be with someone that I love, not some girl that you picked out for me because it's politically convenient. You know nothing about what I want or what makes me happy." Telemachus knew he was crossing the line, but he couldn't seem to stop himself.

Odysseus looked at Telemachus, his expression turning from anger to disbelief. "You dare speak to me like that? I have gone through misery, I have gone through despair, I have travelled for over 20 years to just see you both again. To make sure you are safe and well.”

“I have done everything to make sure you and your mother have a comfortable life and this is how you repay me? By acting like a child having a temper tantrum because you didn't get to pick your own wife?!" Odysseus was failing to control his temper. Telemachus could practically see the anger flowing off of his father in waves.

Telemachus clenched his jaw, his own anger bubbling to the surface. "A childish temper tantrum? Is that what you think this is? Is my happiness so unimportant to you? You're marrying me off for political gain, like I'm some sort of trophy to be paraded around and showed off!”

“You know what, you're right. You've been through misery and despair, but so I have! and so has Mother! When you weren’t here. You not really knowing me and who I am because you haven’t been here for 20 years doesn't mean you can just take away my happiness without a second thought!"

Telemachus knew he was going too far, but he couldn't stop himself. His father was pushing all the wrong buttons. "You think you know what misery is? You've lived a life of luxury, with everything you've ever wanted! You have no idea what it's been like for me, trying to protect you and your mother from afar, knowing that I might never see your faces again. You have no right to talk about misery when you have everything handed to you on a silver platter."

Odysseus was furious now, his face flushed and his fists clenched. Telemachus could see his father struggling to keep his composure, but Telemachus didn't care, he was just as angry.

“Oh yeah because 108 suitors trying to marry and sexually assault my mom everyday whilst the rest beat me up day in day out was on a sliver platter!”

Telemachus sobbed as he screamed those words, the memories clearly coming through and hurting him too much.

Odysseus visibly flinched at Telemachus' words, a hint of surprise and guilt flashing across his face. Telemachus could see the moment his father's anger falter, replaced by a look of shock. Telemachus' mother was standing nearby, looking at Telemachus with a concerned expression, her hand going up to cover her mouth. Telemachus could sense the atmosphere shifting, but Telemachus was too consumed by his anger and pain to notice. Telemachus continued to speak, not stopping now that the floodgates had opened.

"You weren't there, you didn't see the terror on mother's face every time another suitor came to the palace asking for her hand. You didn't see the way she would flinch every time one of those men touched her, or the way they would look at her like she was nothing but a prize to be won. You didn't see the way those men treated me, like I was nothing more than a nuisance to be dismissed. You have no idea what it has been like for us while you've been away." Telemachus' voice broke slighty, the anger in his voice fading to pain.

Telemachus wasn't done though, he was too hurt and too angry to stop now. He continued to speak, his anger returning in full force. "You say I've lived in luxury, but you have no idea what it was like for me to grow up without you. You weren't there to teach me how to use a sword or a bow, you weren't there to give me advice when I needed it, you weren't there to comfort me when I was scared. All you've given me are stories and tapestries. Stories and tapestries can't replace a father."

Telemachus' voice was cracking, each word coming out shaky and filled with pain. "You've missed so much. You've missed so many of my birthdays, I never had a hunt because I don’t know how, you've missed my first sword fight and weren’t there to comfort me when the other boys laughed at me for not knowing how to hold a sword. You've missed so much, and instead you're trying to dictate who I can and can't love. You have no right!"

Telemachus' voice was a sob by the end, but Telemachus didn't care. He was angry, and hurt, and he needed to let all of it out. “I learned all that by myself and was ridiculed because all the other boys in Ithaca training to be solders had their fathers to teach them but their prince didn’t. I practice by myself and it’s not exactly easy….”

“Then for the first time in years, someone thing wonderful happens to me and you come and take that away. You pushed away the only friend I ever had and if I did feel something more than a friend for him then maybe you should just be happy that I found love….”

Odysseus was stunned into silence, the full impact of Telemachus’ words finally hitting him. Telemachus' mother had tears in her eyes, her hand still covering her mouth. Telemachus was breathing heavily, his heart pounding in his chest. The room was completely quiet, the tension so thick you could cut it with a knife. Telemachus was waiting for his father's response, bracing himself for more anger.

Telemachus could see the wheels turning in Odysseus' head, and Telemachus held his breath. He wiped the running tears off his cheeks and sniffled as he had no more words to say.

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Telemachus heard his father exhale, the sound shaky and strained. Telemachus could see the guilt in his father's eyes, knew that his words had hit their mark.

Telemachus felt a little pang of satisfaction in his chest, the satisfaction of finally making his father feel the pain he had caused. Odysseus took a moment, clearly composing himself before speaking. When he did speak, it was in a much softer, more vulnerable tone. "Telemachus," he began, his voice laced with guilt and pain. Telemachus braced himself for the worst, but at least his father had dropped his angry tone, which Telemachus supposed was better than nothing.

Telemachus looked at his father, eyes still brimming with tears that hadn’t already stained his cheeks. He stayed quiet, waiting for his father to continue. Telemachus could see a mix of emotions on his father's face, guilt, sadness, regret. Telemachus had no idea what to say, he was so surprised by his father's change in demeanor.

"You're right...I've missed a lot. I've been gone for years, I wasn't there for you when you needed me, I've been a terrible father. I’ve made choice I should have made, I’ve hurt a lot of lives but most of all, yours.”

Telemachus' heart was racing, his emotions whirling around inside of him. Telemachus had never seen his father like this before. Telemachus had always seen his father as strong, confident, determined, and stern. But here he was, his father, admitting he was wrong, looking fragile and vulnerable. Telemachus' mother was silent, silently observing the scene in front of her. Telemachus' anger was still there, but it had faded to a low simmer.

Telemachus' emotions were torn in two. Part of Telemachus still wanted to be angry, wanted to tell his father that it was too late, that the damage had already been done. But another part of Telemachus wanted to forgive him. Telemachus could see the regret in his father's eyes and Telemachus had an inkling that he was genuine. He hated this internal battle, he had spent years with these feelings deep down about his father and now his father was apologizing and he didn't know how to feel.

Telemachus stayed quiet for a long moment, trying to sort through all of the emotions inside him, his hands clenching into fists. Telemachus' mother still stood off to the side, not saying anything, just watching Telemachus and Odysseus with a sad look on her face. Telemachus finally spoke, his voice shaky, "You've hurt me...so much. I've grown up without you, I've had to be strong on my own and it's been hell." Telemachus' voice cracked slightly as he spoke, tears welling up in his eyes again.

“I know and I’m so sorry, son. I meant what I said last night. I’m immensely proud of you. You did become a man now, all on your own. A strong, independent, man. And you did it without any of the guidance that you should have had. You’ve grown up into your own person and not a version of me and I’m proud of that. I know you’ll make a great king someday, I guess it doesn’t matter who’s at your side because they’ll think you’re great like I do.”

Telemachus felt a wave of emotions at his father's words. Telemachus felt a mix of gratitude, pride, and frustration. Telemachus had always wanted to hear these words from his father, always wanted his father's validation and his father's pride, but now that he was hearing them, Telemachus couldn't help but feel a pang of pain. Telemachus had suffered without his father for years, had grown up on his own without any guidance or support. Telemachus didn't want to admit it, but Telemachus had craved his father's praise.

“So….do I still have to meet and court and eventually soon marry Menelaia?” Telemachus asked. He wanted to go out, he wanted to find Lukas, he wanted to bring him back. He wanted to start again. Pretend this morning never happened and so much hurt hadn’t been caused.

Telemachus held his breath, waiting for his father's response. Telemachus didn't want to hear his father say "yes". Odysseus seemed to hesitate, his gaze flickering over to Telemachus' mother for a moment. Telemachus caught the exchanged glance, his heart thudding with hope and fear. Telemachus father looked back at Telemachus, his expression conflicted, then sighed and spoke.

"No..." Odysseus said in a slow, reluctant tone. Telemachus felt like a load had been lifted off of his shoulders, his heart skipping a beat. Telemachus tried to hide the joy that was threatening to show on his face.

Telemachus' mother looked like she was trying to hold back a smile, and Telemachus was doing his damndest to keep his face neutral. Telemachus could hardly believe his ears, he had been fully prepared for his father to demand that he do it anyway. Telemachus looked at his father, trying to keep his voice steady, "So...I don't have to do it?" Telemachus asked, not quite trusting his ears.

"No...you don't. I will cancel the meeting. I will say other arrangements were prior made.” Odysseus responded, the reluctance evident in his voice.

Telemachus could feel the relief washing over him, but Telemachus also couldn't help but notice the regret in his father's eyes. Telemachus had gotten what he wanted, but at what cost? Telemachus' mother was watching the scene silently but Telemachus could see the faintest hint of a smirk on her face.

Telemachus' mind was spinning with a mix of joy and guilt. Telemachus had won this argument but Telemachus still felt a pang of guilt for arguing with his father. Telemachus' father's regret was etched onto his face, and Telemachus felt like he had caused that regret.

Telemachus' mother's small smirk was not lost on him either, and Telemachus wondered if she had interfered somehow in his father's decision. Telemachus felt torn, he had gotten what he wanted but at the cost of his father's pain. Telemachus wasn't sure how he would deal with that.

“How do you feel about it, father? Do you understand why I don’t want to marry her?” Telemachus asked. He wanted to explain that it wasn’t just Menelaia he didn’t want to marry, it was any woman.

Odysseus sighed heavily, running his hand through his hair as he collected his thoughts. He looked at Telemachus with a weary expression, a mixture of guilt and understanding. "Truth be told," Odysseus started, his voice heavy. "No, I don't fully understand. I don't understand why you are refusing to marry her. She's beautiful, she's young, she will bear strong heirs, she's exactly the kind of partner you need to be successful." Telemachus could hear the exhaustion in his father's voice.

Telemachus felt frustration building in his chest. "That doesn't matter. I don't want a wife who's just there to bear heirs. I don't want a wife who's just there because you say I should have one. I don't want to be married just because it's politically convenient."

“And well bottom line, I don’t want a wife. Marrying a woman isn’t something I’ll ever want.”

Telemachus could see the disbelief and shock on his father's face. Odysseus looked shocked but like he refused to be angry again.

"Not want a wife? What do you mean you don't want a wife? Every man needs a wife, every king needs a queen and heirs, every man needs a family. That is nature and that is expected. Are you just being stubborn and difficult just for the hell of it?"

Telemachus shook his head. “I’m not just stubborn and difficult for the hell of it, father. As you said I’m not like you. And that goes a long way, as much to say I don’t want a wife because I’d prefer a husband instead. And that’s okay because that’s who I am and I’ve accepted that. Mom’s accepted that. You don’t to accept it but I’d like if you could respect it and perhaps support me.”

Telemachus' father just stood there, in complete stunned silence. Telemachus mother, on the other hand, still wasn't saying anything but Telemachus could see the understanding in her eyes. Telemachus’ father looked completely flabbergasted, almost as if Telemachus had just spoken a different language.

"You...you'd rather a husband? You…with a man?" Telemachus' father sputtered, looking at Telemachus like Telemachus had grown three heads. Telemachus had never expected to see his father, the great king, Odysseus, speechless like this.

Telemachus tried to keep his voice steady, tried to sound confident and firm but Telemachus father's shocked expression was making Telemachus feel almost anxious.

"Yes, father. I prefer men. I've never been attracted to women, I've only ever been attracted to men. That's just how I am. I can't change it, hell, I've never even wanted to change it. It's just the way I am." Telemachus spoke, trying desperately not to let his father's shock intimidate him.

"You….you're certain that you prefer men? This isn't some phase or, or some sort of twisted joke you're playing?" Telemachus' father seemed to be struggling to wrap his head around Telemachus' words. Telemachus father looked over at Telemachus mother, as if he was hoping she would confirm it was all a joke.

Telemachus' mother finally spoke, her voice calm and comforting. "No, it's not a joke, Odysseus. Telemachus is being completely serious." Telemachus' father still looked a bit skeptical, but Telemachus' mother's words seemed to soothe him. Telemachus father looked back at Telemachus, his eyes filled with confusion and a hint of sorrow.

"Have you...been with a man?" Telemachus father asked, his tone slightly hesitant. Telemachus could see that his father didn't want to know the answer but still felt the need to ask. “No, but I have imagined it and I have wanted to but I want it to be someone special. I want it to be my future husband.”

Telemachus waited for his father's response, his heart thumping loudly in his chest. Telemachus father had a conflicted expression on his face, Telemachus could tell that Telemachus' father was struggling to process everything that Telemachus was saying. Telemachus' mother was silent, just quietly observing the scene in front of her.

"Your future husband...you're serious about this?" Telemachus father asked, his voice sounding almost broken. Telemachus nodded, trying to keep his composure. Telemachus could tell that his father was still finding it all very difficult to accept. “I suppose the only question is, will you accept that? Will you accept me as your son?”

Odysseus stood in silence for a long moment, his expression conflicted. Telemachus felt like his world was in a limbo waiting for his father's answer, trying to brace himself for whatever it would be. Telemachus mother also stood in silence, watching her husband carefully like she had an idea of what Telemachus' father's response would be.

Finally Odysseus spoke, his voice was heavy and filled with a mixture of sadness and pride. "Of course I will. You are still my son. I will always accept you as my son."

Telemachus didn't realize he was holding his breath until he let out a shuddering gasp. He felt a wave of relief wash over him, his shoulders relaxing, his heart slowing down. His father had accepted him, and Telemachus felt like a weight had been lifted off of his chest.

Telemachus looked at his father and saw the sadness in his eyes, he knew that even though his father was accepting it, it hurt for his father to accept Telemachus' sexuality. Penelope was smiling softly, she spoke up in a soft voice, reaching out to place a supportive hand on her husband's arm.

"I told you he wasn't kidding." Telemachus' mother spoke with a tender tone. Odysseus nodded, still looking slightly wounded. Telemachus couldn't help but feel a bit guilty, Telemachus had never wanted to hurt his father, but he knew that his father would have had an even bigger reaction if Telemachus hadn’t told him.

Penelope continued speaking, her voice soothing. "It's alright, my love, this has always been a possibility. I’ve known for some time that Telemachus was never interested in girls and I accepted it because I love him.” Odysseus nodded again, looking a bit defeated but still trying to come to terms with Telemachus' words.

Odysseus slowly sat down in a nearby chair, looking dazed. Penelope spoke again, trying to make the conversation lighter. "At least Telemachus will spare you any illegitimate heirs." She joked, trying to ease the tension.

Odysseus gave a humorless chuckle at Penelope's words, a slight smile appearing on his face. Telemachus smiled, he was glad that his mother was trying to make things less tense. Odysseus eventually spoke again, still attempting to process everything Telemachus had told him.

"So...you really have never been with a woman? Never even kissed a woman?" Telemachus could tell the question was more out of curiosity than judgement. Telemachus shook his head, his voice still a bit shaky. "No. Never, I've never had any interest in any woman."

Odysseus nodded, looking lost in his thoughts for a moment. Penelope seemed to know what was on his mind because she spoke up. "There is something else you want to ask." Telemachus heard the knowing tone in her voice. Odysseus was silent for a moment but then spoke again, this time Telemachus could hear a hint of hesitation in his voice.

"There is one more thing that I'd like to ask." Telemachus' heart skipped a beat again, wondering what his father was about to ask. “Was Lukas a lover?”

Telemachus' heart felt like it stopped for moment. Telemachus' brain felt like it froze and Telemachus was suddenly acutely aware of how fast his heart was beating. Telemachus glanced over at his mother, he could tell just by looking at her expression that she knew where this conversation was going.

Telemachus swallowed before answering, his voice almost a whisper. "Almost. I’m sure.” He murmured, his voice sounded unsteady.

Penelope face showed a hint of something, almost as if Telemachus' answer had confirmed something to her too. “And you truly do like him in a lover sense? Would you want him to be your husband?” Odysseus asked.

Telemachus felt a rush of nerves. He had never really said the words out loud, never really admitted, even to himself, exactly how deep his feelings for Lukas ran. Telemachus swallowed hard, trying to get out the words.

"Yes, I…I want him. In that way. I want him to be- I want him to be my…partner. I want him to be mine." Telemachus tried to keep his voice steady. Penelope was watching the exchange silently, her eyes filled with understanding.

Odysseus’ eyes were locked onto Telemachus' face. He stayed silent for a long while, his expression unreadable. Telemachus' heart felt like it was going to come out of chest. Odysseus finally spoke, his tone quiet.

"And are you sure he feels the same? You're confident that he wants you in that way, that he wants you as his partner?" His tone was cautious, like he didn't want to hurt Telemachus or give Telemachus false hope.

Though Telemachus knew that his father was just looking out for him.

Telemachus swallowed again, his hands clenched into fists under the table. Telemachus tried to sound confident, tried to sound sure.

"Yes, I'm sure. He does, I know he does. Even if we never discussed it.” Telemachus replied, praying that he sounded more confident than he actually felt. Odysseus studied Telemachus face closely, as if he was looking for any sign of uncertainty or doubt. Telemachus forced himself to keep eye contact, trying to keep his expression neutral.

He could see the concern in his father's eyes, Telemachus knew that his father was only trying to look out for Telemachus, but Telemachus felt like father's stare was searching too deeply. Penelope’s voice interrupted the silence.

"Odysseus, my love let him be. You're staring a little too hard." Her tone was gentle, but there was a firmness there too. “Oh. Ah, yes. My apologies, son. Do you think perhaps think you can speak to Lukas? Smooth things over?”

Telemachus felt a wave of tension leave his shoulders, grateful for his mother for stepping in. Telemachus relaxed slightly, his heart still beating fast in his chest. Telemachus nodded, trying to keep his voice steady.

"I will, yes. I'll speak to him." Telemachus responded. It took every ounce of control to hide the hope in his voice. Odysseus nodded, his expression softening slightly. He seemed somewhat reassured. Penelope spoke gently, reaching out to touch Telemachus' arm in a comforting gesture.

Telemachus wanted to find some type of comfort in the touch but Telemachus' mind was too focused on the thought of talking to Lukas to care.

Penelope spoke again, her voice warm and encouraging. "You'll fix things, my love. We'll leave you to it, yeah?" Telemachus was snapped out of his thoughts at her words. Telemachus looked up at them, blinking. Telemachus took a deep breath, nodding.

Now he just had to find Lukas. And he fears after this fiasco, it won’t be an easy task.

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In the busy halls of Olympus above the clouds, Hermes is sorting mail….once again. He hates doing this. Why can’t Zeus do it himself? He rolls his eyes to himself wondering how he could possibly cut corners doing this and get to some actual errands.

Hermes is disturbed however in his task by the sound of small flutters of wings accompanied by a few sniffles.

Hermes lifted his head, his attention instantly drawn to the sound of wings. His expression was one of concern and curiosity as he listened to the soft sounds of sniffling. Hermes put his work aside and got up from his task, following the sound.

Hermes knew that sound, knew the small fluttering of wings. Hermes walked through the golden halls of Olympus, his footsteps silent on the ground. Hermes followed the sound, his mind already knowing who was most likely making the noise.

As Hermes got closer, he could distinguish the sound of soft sobs, and Hermes' heart ached at the sound. Hermes approached the source of the sounds, and sure enough, in a corner of the pantheon, leaning against a pillar. Hermes found Lukas, his arms wrapped around himself and his head buried in his knees. His winged sandals fluttering their wings weakly.

Lukas looked small and vulnerable, the complete opposite of the confident and snarky version of his son Hermes knew. His heart ached at the sight, but he didn't say anything just yet just stood there, watching Lukas with a mixture of sympathy and concern. Lukas didn't seem to notice Hermes' presence, too wrapped up in his own emotions.

Hermes watched as Lukas' shoulders shook slightly as he tried to suppress his sobs. Hermes could see the pain and sadness on Lukas' face, and it hurt Hermes to see him like this. He wanted to speak, to reach out, to offer some comfort. But Hermes didn't say anything, just continued to watch silently.

After a few moments, Hermes finally spoke, his voice soft and gentle. "Lukas."

Lukas' head jerked up at the sound of his name, his eyes widening slightly as he looked up and saw his father standby there. Lukas quickly tried to wipe his eyes, attempting to disguise the fact that he had been crying.

He tried to sound as nonchalant and sarcastic as usual, but the hitch in his voice ruined the illusion. "Father." Lukas greeted him, his voice shaky.

Hermes took a few steps closer, his expression filled with compassion and worry. He crouched down in front of Lukas, his eyes scanning over his son's face. Lukas tried to school his expression, trying to hide his feelings of pain and hurt, but Hermes could see right through him.

Hermes reached out, placing a hand on one of Lukas' knees. Lukas' gaze flicked down at the hand, his breath catching in his throat, but he didn't pull away. Lukas bit his lip, struggling to keep his emotions in check. Hermes could see the conflict in Lukas' eyes, the struggle to keep up the tough exterior, and the desire to just let go and let himself be vulnerable.

Hermes' voice was gentle, his touch on Lukas' knee light and comforting. "You look troubled, my son." Lukas stayed silent for a moment.

Then, in a voice that sounded small and so very lost, Lukas finally spoke. "It's...it's nothing." Lukas responded, trying to brush it off. Hermes didn't buy that for a second. He knew his son better than that, knew when Lukas was downplaying things. He gave Lukas' knee a soft squeeze, his gaze never leaving Lukas' face.

Hermes spoke gently, his voice still soft. "You're not fooling me, Lukas. I can see it written all over your face. What's going on? Tell me. How did it go down there? With your lovely boy you’re besotted with?”

Lukas looked away, not meeting Hermes' gaze. “It went pretty good until it didn’t. I really like him and I know he really likes me, I didn’t court him or ask to court but I wanted to so bad. But now he’s getting married…” Lukas mumbled.

Hermes felt a pang in his heart as Lukas spoke. He saw the hurt in his son's eyes, the sadness and the pain. Hermes' hand on Lukas' knee tightened slightly, offering silent comfort. He spoke again, his voice gentle. "Married? To who?" Hermes asked.

Lukas shrugged. “Some girl. I don’t know who she is. He doesn’t even know who she is. His father just sprung it upon him. He didn’t like me very much but I just wanted to show how much I was interested in his son. How much I could….” He trailed off not wanting to say the words. Hermes' expression softened as he listened to his son's words. He could hear the pain in Lukas' voice, the way his words became quiet and shaky at the end.

Hermes knew Lukas well enough to guess what Lukas was about to say, and it only made his heart ache more. Hermes' hand on Lukas' knee rubbed circles into it, a comforting gesture. He spoke again, his voice low. "How much you could what?"

“How much…how much I could…love him.” Hermes felt his heart clench a bit more at Lukas' words, the pain and honesty in his voice palpable. Hermes' hand on Lukas' knee continued to rub circles, offering silent encouragement to continue.

Hermes' voice was soft and understanding. "Go on, my boy. Go on. Get it off your chest." Lukas let out a shaky breath, almost as if admitting it made it more real. He spoke again, his voice barely above a whisper, but still loud in the silence of the pantheon.

"How much I could love him. How much I could give him. How much I could be there for him. How much I could make him happy. How much I…." Lukas' voice broke on the word 'love', and a few tears rolled down his cheeks.

Hermes listened silently, rubbing circles on Lukas' knee. His heart ached at the pain in Lukas' voice, at the raw, emotional confession. The tears in Lukas' eyes made Hermes want to gather his son into his arms, to soothe the pain.

When Lukas trailed off, Hermes spoke softly, encouraging him to continue. "Go on, my boy. Say it again. It will help.” Lukas' breath hitched in his throat, and Hermes could see the struggle on his face. Then, finally, Lukas spoke up again. His voice was shaky and quiet, but filled with so much pain and love.

"How much I love, love, his goddamn stupid handsome face. And how much…how much I think about him constantly, day and god damn night." Lukas' voice broke completely at the last words. Hermes' heart ached more and more with each word Lukas spoke, the love and pain in his voice clear. He continued to rub comforting circles onto Lukas' knee, offering silent support.

When Lukas spoke again, and confessed how much he thought about him, Hermes' heart broke a little more. He spoke softly, keeping his voice full of compassion.

"That’s how you know these feelings are real, my boy. How you know you’re in love. So, what we you going to do about it?" Hermes asked.

Lukas leaned forward, burying his face in his hands. Hermes watched as Lukas' shoulders shook as he tried to keep his emotions in check. Lukas spoke into his hands, his voice muffled and shaky.

"What can I even do? I've already missed my shot. He's getting married. He's getting married to some girl he doesn't know. Some stupid arranged marriage. He doesn't have a choice. I…I lost my shot with him." Hermes' heart clenched at his son’s words, the heartbreak in his voice palpable. He could feel Lukas' pain like it was his own.

Hermes watched as Lukas practically folded into himself, his son's heartbreak so very obvious. Hermes' heart ached at the sight, and without thinking, Hermes reached out and pulled Lukas into his arms. Lukas resisted for a moment, but then he gave in and buried his face into his father’s shoulder, his body shaking as he let the sobs out.

Hermes hugged his son, his arms wrapping around him tightly. He stroked Lukas' back in attempt to soothe him, feeling his heart break even more when he heard the shaking sobs that racked through Lukas' body.

Lukas gripped at his father desperately, his hands fisting the fabric at the front of Hermes' chiton as he cried onto his shoulder. Hermes spoke again, voice soft and quiet, as he continued to rub circles into Lukas' back. "I'm here, my boy. Father's here."

Lukas continued to sob into Hermes' shoulder, his tears soaking into the fabric. Hermes continued to hold him, his hold secure and firm.

Lukas' grip on Hermes' chiton was tight, as if he was afraid Hermes would pull away. Lukas' voice was shaky and full of anguish, his words almost lost in the sound of his sobs.

"It hurts. It hurts so much, father. It feels like someone is squeezing my heart, and I can't do a thing about it. He's marrying someone else and I…I…" Hermes let Lukas cry as long as he needed to, keeping him close. The sound of Lukas' sobs was painful to hear, and Hermes could practically feel the pain that Lukas was in.

When Lukas spoke again, Hermes' heart broke, his own hold on Lukas tightening a little. His hand moved to the back of Lukas' head, lightly carding through his son's hair. Hermes responded to him, his voice gentle.

"I know it does. I know it's painful, my boy. I know how badly you want to be with him." Lukas cried harder after Hermes' words. He gripped at his father's chiton even more tightly, tears still flowing down his cheeks and tears staining Hermes' tunic. Lukas' voice was almost desperate as he cried into Hermes' shoulder, pain and heartache still flowing through him like waves.

"I just…I just want him, father. I want him. I…want to make him smile. I want him to smile that beautiful, stupid smile. I want him to look at me, I want him to…." Lukas broke off, the words getting stuck in his throat.

Hermes continued to hold Lukas tightly, his heart breaking as he listened to his son's words. He could feel Lukas' pain, and he could hear the desperation in his son's voice. Hermes' hand continued to gently card through Lukas' hair, offering silent comfort.

"I know, my boy," Hermes responded, his voice tender. "You want to be with him, make him happy, shower him with love. You want to be the one who warms his heart and makes him smile. You want his happiness." Lukas nodded into his father's shoulder, his sobs quieting down a little bit. He still held onto Hermes tightly, like he was afraid he'd disappear.

His voice was still shaky when he spoke again, but there was a determination in it. A desperation. "Yes. I want all of that. I want to make him happy. I want to be the one who makes his heart flutter. I want to be the reason he laughs and grins. I want…." Lukas trailed off, biting his lip.

Hermes could hear the desire and determination in Lukas' voice, and he could sense the deep love his son felt towards his lover. Hermes' heart ached as he continued to hold his son, rubbing circles on his back to soothe him.

"You want to be his everything." Hermes finished Lukas' sentence for him, understanding just how deep Lukas' feelings ran.

Lukas' breath hitched in his throat at Hermes' words, and he nodded again. "I do want to be his everything. I want to be the one who he looks to when he has a bad day. I want to be the one he thinks of first thing in the morning. I want him to love me as much as I love him." Lukas said, his voice almost a desperate whisper.

“Maybe he does. You don’t know that. Maybe he doesn’t want this marriage to happen as much as you don’t want it to happen. Maybe he feels trapped and needs a strong, charming, loving and caring demigod to come save him.”

Lukas took in a shaky breath at Hermes' words, hope beginning to take root inside of him. Hermes' words had struck a chord in him and Lukas found himself clinging to the hope they provided, like a lifeline.

Lukas' voice was soft and filled with a hint of hope and longing, mixed with doubt and fear. "You…you think he might feel the same? You think he feels trapped? You think he doesn't want to get married…to someone who isn't me?"

Hermes nodded, his arms still around his son. Hermes could see the hope growing in Lukas' eyes, mixed with a hint of fear and doubt. He spoke, his voice quiet and encouraging. "Yes. I believe there's a chance he might. He might not want to marry whoever it is his father is making him marry.”

“He might want someone else to come along and save him from thisarranged marriage. He might want a strong, loving, charming demigod to come and sweep him off his feet."

Lukas chuckled a little. “I think I already did that. It was just after that it all went wrong. I held him in my arms, father. It felt so right, sleeping next to him. I want to feel that way every night and every day.” Hermes smiled a little at Lukas' words, his heart warmed by the image. He could picture it in his head: his son, holding the person he loves and feeling that closeness and affection. Hermes could see how much Lukas wanted that, and a part of him wanted it for his son, too.

Hermes' voice was soft and gentle as he responded, holding Lukas close.

"That sounds beautiful, my boy. To hold him in your arms and feel right. To have that closeness and comfort. I can see you want that…you deserve it."

Lukas nodded, closing his eyes and nuzzling his face back into Hermes' shoulder. Hermes continued to hold him, carding his hand through Lukas' hair gently. Lukas' voice was soft, a bit shaky, but filled with raw longing.

"I do. I want it so bad. I want to feel him next to me, all the time. I want to wake up to him first thing in the morning and see his stupidly handsome face in Uncle Apollo’s sunlight. I want to fall asleep with his head on my chest when Aunt Artemis brings dark to the night.”

Hermes hugged his son tighter as he listened to Lukas speak, the love and longing in Lukas' voice tugging at his heartstrings. Hermes could see and hear how badly Lukas wanted this, and how much he missed the man he loved.

He continued to card his fingers through Lukas' hair, gently rubbing his back. Hermes' voice was quiet and warm when he responded. "You can have that, son. You just have to be brave enough to go for it and I believe you’re very brave.”

Lukas nodded into his father’s shoulder, his grip on the fabric of his chiton tightening slightly. Lukas' voice was still soft and filled with yearning.

"I know I have to be brave, but…" Lukas swallowed, his voice trailing off as doubts filled his head again. "What if he rejects me? What if I go to him and he doesn't want me? What if he loves someone else?" Lukas couldn't help himself from voicing his fears and doubts out loud.

“If he is the other half of your heart then he won’t love another. He will only want you. And he certainly will not reject you.” Lukas' heart clenched at his father’s words, the truth in them hitting him hard. The idea that his other half, his soulmate, the person that completes him would want him…it gave Lukas just a slither of hope.

His voice was quiet and hopeful, but there was still a hint of fear in it. "Y-you really think so?" Lukas asked, desperately wanting to believe his father’s words. “I know so, son. Now wipe those tears and get back down there. Your boy needs after all.”

Lukas took a shaky breath, wiping away the tears that still lingered on his face. The hope in him was stronger now, and his father had given Lukas a small boost of confidence.

He nodded to his father, a small but determined look on his face. "Alright, I'll go." Lukas spoke softly, steeling himself for what he had to do now. Lukas got off Hermes' lap, his back straight and his head held high. Hermes watched as Lukas collected himself, proud of his son's determination. He spoke again, encouragement in his voice. "Go get him, son." Lukas looked a little more confident now, a determined look on his face.

Lukas nodded to his father. "I will." He responded, before turning around and for a portal. “This time, come back when he’s definitely your man and you have him and after you’ve held him a few more times.” Hermes winked at his son.

Lukas chuckled a little at Hermes' words, a small smile creeping onto his lips. The mention of holding the man he loved again stirred a feeling in him, a desire to be with him again.

He responded to his father playfully, the determination still present. "I'll make sure to come back with him in my arms." Lukas said, winking back before he stepped through the portal.

Hermes watched as Lukas stepped through the portal, his heart filled with hope and anticipation for his son. He hoped Lukas would be brave enough, and that the man Lukas loved would feel the same.

Hermes spoke one more thing before the portal closed. "I'm rooting for you, my boy."

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Though when Lukas stepped into the familiar forest not too far from the palace, he wasn’t there alone very long as he heard the sound of the portal reopening. Lukas' eyes widened as the portal reopened, surprise filling him for a moment. He turned around, wondering who would be coming out of the portal.

Only his father, of course.

“I thought you were running on errands on Olympus. I know you haven’t sorted all that mail.” Hermes chuckled at Lukas' words, a mischievous smile on his lips. He leaned against the trunk of a tree, crossing his arms in front of his chest.

"I am a god. I can multitask, you know. Besides, this is more important than sorting mail." Hermes replied, gesturing to Lukas. Lukas rolled his eyes at Hermes, but the hint of a smile played on his lips. He couldn't deny that this was more important than mail, and he appreciated his father's support.

He spoke up, his voice a mix of playful and grateful. "So you’ve come to support me have you?" Lukas teased lightly.

Hermes' smile widened, and he chuckled again. "You could call it that. I like to call it ensuring my son doesn't mess it up." He pushed off of the tree as he spoke, walking over to stand next to Lukas. He clapped a hand on Lukas' shoulder, a hint of seriousness in his voice.

"Just don't freeze up when you see him. Keep your head straight and your heart clear." Hermes advised. Lukas nodded at Hermes' words, taking a deep breath to steady himself. There was determination in his eyes, the fear still there but pushed to the back of his mind. He spoke with conviction.

"I won't. I won't freeze up, I'm sure of that." Lukas said, lifting his chin up slightly. Hermes' hand was still on Lukas' shoulder, offering a comforting support. Hermes smiled at him, the pride clear on his face.

"Good. It's all up to you now. You lead on.” Hermes replied, giving Lukas' shoulder a squeeze. His father followed him to the palace and well he got in the same way he did the last time, his father a little more gracefully than him of course.

“So this is where your boy lives? A palace?” Lukas nodded, looking up at the majestic structure in front of him. The palace was grand and imposing, a testament to the wealth and power of its owner. It was also a beautiful building, with its high walls and intricate architecture.

"Yes, this is where he lives." Lukas replied, his voice filled with both fondness and nervousness. He glanced over his shoulder at his father, before gesturing to the palace. "Beautiful, isn't it?"

Hermes whistled in appreciation, taking in the sight of the palace. He was impressed by its grandeur, and he nodded in agreement with Lukas' assessment.

"Impressive, indeed. Your boy definitely lives in luxury." Hermes said, his eyes roaming over the palace's intricate details. He then looked at Lukas, a small smirk forming on his lips. "Lucky you, huh? Falling in love with a prince or that." Hermes teased lightly.

Lukas rolled his eyes at Hermes' words, giving him a slight shove. He couldn't help but smile, though.

He replied, trying to remain nonchalant.
"Oh shut it, you. I like him for more than just the fact that he's royalty." Lukas retorted, but there was a hint of amusement in his voice.

Hermes laughed, not fooled by Lukas' attempt at nonchalance. He could clearly see how smitten his son was.

"Oh really? Not at all impressed by the fact he lives in a palace?" Hermes teased again, raising an eyebrow at Lukas. He continued, in a more joking tone. "You don't care that he has servants at his beck and call, probably a chef, and maybe even a horse. Not in the least bit."

Hermes chuckled again, conceding the point to his son.

"Fair point, I suppose." He responded, still amused. He then clapped Lukas on the back playfully. "Alright, enough standing around. Let's go find your prince." Hermes said with a sly smile.

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The throne room was grand and imposing, the high ceilings and the long golden floor adding to its regal presence. The throne itself stood atop a small stage, the intricate carvings on its back visible and striking. Telemachus was walking through the room, lost in thought. Odysseus stood beside him, studying Telemachus' expression.

Odysseus spoke, breaking the silence between them. "You look troubled, Telemachus." His tone was one of concern, his eyebrows furrowed as he looked at Telemachus.

Telemachus looked up at his father, his expression tense. He let out a sigh. "Just thinking.” Telemachus leaned against the nearest pillar, running a hand through his hair. He looked conflicted, his mind clearly troubled. Telemachus spoke, his voice somewhat distant.

"I just have something on my mind, that's all." Telemachus said, not sure how to express what he was feeling.

Odysseus could see the turmoil in Telemachus' expression, and he frowned slightly. He pushed off from the pillar he was leaning on, moving to stand in front of Telemachus. Odysseus spoke again, more firmly this time. "What is it? Tell me."

“I’m thinking about Lukas. How do I see him again? How do I speak to him? Tell him everything?” Odysseus studied Telemachus' expression, his frown deepening. He could see the turmoil within Telemachus, the desire to be with Lukas.

He reached out, placing a comforting hand on Telemachus' shoulder. Odysseus replied, his voice both tender and understanding."You want to see him. To talk to him. To tell him everything you're feeling." Telemachus nodded, his gaze falling away.

Odysseus continued, his tone gentle. "Then you should do exactly that. Go see him, talk to him." Telemachus shrugged. “I don’t know how to find him. He found me last time.”

Odysseus thought for a moment, his hand still resting on Telemachus' shoulder. He could see Telemachus was at a crossroads, clearly unsure of what to do next. After a few moments, Odysseus spoke again, his voice still gentle yet firm.

"If he found you once, he can find you again. You maybe just have to let him come to you.” Telemachus looked up at his father, a glimmer of understanding in his eyes. He knew Odysseus was right; he would just have to wait for Lukas to find him. Telemachus took a deep breath, trying to calm the impatience that bubbled within him.

He spoke, his voice a mix of reluctant understanding and longing. "So you think I should just... wait for him to find me?" Telemachus asked, his tone betraying his reluctance. Odysseus nodded. “If he feels the way you do, he’ll find you sooner rather than later.”

Telemachus let out a slow breath, trying to find some comfort in Odysseus' words. The idea of having to wait for Lukas, it wasn't exactly ideal but Telemachus had no other choice.

He nodded slowly, accepting the situation. Telemachus spoke softly, his voice laced with the slightest hint of longing. "I suppose you're right. I'll just have to wait for him to find me."

Odysseus gave Telemachus' shoulder a comforting squeeze, his expression turning sympathetic. He knew Telemachus was struggling, the wait would be difficult.

He replied, his voice tinged with understanding. "I know it will be difficult, my son. But he will come to you. You just have to be patient." He patted Telemachus' shoulder again, attempting to offer reassurance.

The sound of a door opening broke the moment, catching both their attention. The two men turned their heads towards the sound, curious to see who was entering the throne room.

As the door opened, both Odysseus and Telemachus caught sight of the two newcomers with clear surprise. They had not been expecting visitors, especially in the middle of the day. Telemachus' eyes widened slightly, recognition sparking within him. A moment of stunned silence passed before Telemachus spoke, his voice filled with incredulous realization.

"Lukas?" Telemachus' asked, almost tentatively.

Lukas' heart leapt at the sound of his name, his breath catching in his throat. Hearing Telemachus' voice sent a wave of relief and excitement through him, and Lukas' eyes immediately found
Telemachus.

He couldn't contain the smile that spread across his face at the sight of him. Lukas replied, stepping further into the room, his father by his side.

"Telemachus." Lukas said, his voice filled with affection and a hint of nervousness. Telemachus' heart skipped a beat as he heard the affection in Lukas' voice. It was everything he had wanted to hear, and it took all of his inner strength to control the urge to run to him and wrap his arms around him.

Instead, Telemachus remained where he was, his heart pounding in his chest. He swallowed, looking Lukas up and down, taking in the sight of him. Telemachus' voice cracked slightly as he spoke, betraying his own feelings.

"You came..." Telemachus whispered, a thousand emotions in two simple words.

Lukas chuckled softly at that, the sound almost nervous. His own heart was racing as he looked at Telemachus, his feelings overflowing.

He took a step closer to Telemachus, his eyes never leaving his face. Lukas spoke, his voice low and filled with sincerity. "Of course I did." Lukas replied, taking another step closer. He wanted to close the distance between them, to feel Telemachus' body against his own. He continued, his voice almost a whisper. "I couldn't not see you again.”

Telemachus' heart felt like it might burst from his chest at Lukas' words. He came here for me. Telemachus thought, the realization bringing a flood of emotions.

He wanted to reach out to him, to grab Lukas and bury himself in his arms and never let go. Telemachus swallowed, his own voice a quiet murmur. "You came all this way... just to see me." He repeated softly, the words almost a question.

Telemachus' breath hitched at those words, the mention of that almost marriage like a physical blow to his heart. He tried to remain calm, to hide the sharp stab of pain the knowledge had caused him. Telemachus spoke, his voice quiet.

"You know about that..." Telemachus said, the words almost a bitter whisper. The idea that Lukas had come here, with thinking Telemachus was already set to be married, he could surprise him now. “Well, I’m not getting married.”

Lukas felt a surge of relief at Telemachus' words. Hearing him say he wasn't getting married, it felt like a weight being lifted from his chest. A tiny, hopeful feeling started to grow inside him.

Lukas spoke, his voice quieter now. "You're not?" He asked, hope now in his tone.

A part of him had prepared himself for the possibility that Telemachus would still be getting married, hearing him say that he wasn't, it almost sounded too good to be true. Telemachus shook his head, unable to hold back the small smile on his face. Hearing the hopefulness in Lukas' voice made Telemachus' heart hammer against his own chest.

"No, I'm not." Telemachus clarified, taking a small step closer to Lukas.

Telemachus wanted to reach out to him, to pull him closer, to reassure him. Telemachus' voice softened, his eyes full of emotion.

"I couldn't go through with it. I don’t like women. I don’t want a wife or a queen…..” Telemachus said, his voice soft yet filled with conviction.

Lukas' heart nearly stopped at Telemachus' words. Hearing him say he didn’t like women and didn’t want a wife, it was what Lukas had been hoping to hear.

Lukas took another step closer, his voice quiet yet filled with tenderness. "You don't want a wife." Lukas repeated, the words almost reverential.

Hope was now a roaring fire within him, Lukas asked. "Then what is it you want…?" Lukas asked, his voice filled with a hint of trepidation, and a desire for a certain answer.

Telemachus could see the hope in Lukas' eyes, the anticipation in his voice. The answer he wanted to give was sitting right on the tip of Telemachus's tongue.

He took one final step towards Lukas, closing the distance between them until they were standing just a few inches apart. Telemachus' voice was barely a whisper now, as he gazed at Lukas with unguarded affection.

“You.”

Those two words were all it took to make Lukas' breath catch in his throat. The simple, unashamed truth in Telemachus' voice, it took Lukas' a moment to process.

But when the words sunk in, Lukas' heart soared.

Without thinking, Lukas closed the last of the distance, wrapping his arms around Telemachus and pulling him into an embrace. His arms tightened around Telemachus, holding him tightly against his body.

Telemachus practically melted into the embrace, throwing his arms around Lukas' shoulders and hugging him tightly back. The feeling of having Lukas in his arms again sent a thrill through Telemachus, the relief and happiness almost overwhelming him.

He buried his face into the crook of Lukas' neck, his voice muffled by Lukas' skin.

"I missed you." Telemachus whispered, the words almost a broken sob. Lukas' heart ached at the sound of his voice, the raw emotion behind those few words. He held Telemachus even tighter, his own arms wrapped tightly around his waist.

Lukas' replied, his voice soft and filled with emotion. "I missed you too. More than you know..." A few seconds later, Lukas said, his tone turning teasing.
"You're still too damn cute for your own good."

“You’re still too insufferable for your own good.” Telemachus teased back. Lukas laughed, a lighthearted and joyous sound, at Telemachus' response.

He pulled back from the embrace just enough to look at Telemachus, a smile on his face. Lukas couldn’t wait anymore.

Without another word, he captured Telemachus' lips in a deep, passionate kiss. Lukas kissed Telemachus like a man dying of thirst, his pent up longing and desire pouring into the kiss. Lukas' hands came up to cup Telemachus' face, holding him close as he deepened the kiss.

Lukas pulled away for just a split second to speak, his voice a hushed murmur. "Shut up…" The kiss took Telemachus' breath away, his mind going almost blank as Lukas' lips met his. He kissed him back with equally as much passion and want, Telemachus' arms tightening around Lukas' shoulders.

Telemachus whispered back against Lukas' lips, his own voice quiet but filled with desire. "Make me."

Those two words were all it took to awaken a burning desire in Lukas. The challenge in Telemachus' voice, it only fueled the fire within him, and Lukas was more than happy to accept Telemachus' challenge.

Lukas smirked against Telemachus' lips, before he kissed him again, more fiercely this time. His arms snaked around Telemachus' waist and picked him up, holding him against his body as he stood as Telemachus' legs wrapped around him automatically.

Telemachus gasped at the feeling of being lifted, his arms clinging desperately to Lukas as he found himself being held off the ground. Telemachus' legs wrapped around Lukas' waist instinctively, holding onto him and keeping himself close.

He kissed Lukas back eagerly, parting his lips to deepen the kiss. Telemachus' tongue brushed against Lukas' as Telemachus let out a quiet moan.

Before they could get too carried away there was two throats clearing. One of the side of Lukas’ and one on the side of Telemachus.

The sound of the clearing throats immediately pulled both Telemachus and Lukas back to reality. The pair broke the kiss, their faces still flushed and breathing slightly heavy. Telemachus slowly lowered his legs until his feet hit the ground again, his arms still around Lukas' shoulders.

“I forgot my father was behind me.” He whispered. Lukas chuckled with a nod. “Mine too.” This caught Telemachus off guard after all he knew who Lukas’ father was.

Telemachus chuckled in return, realizing just how long they had been standing there, caught in the moment, only to be interrupted. Telemachus looked over Lukas' shoulder, catching sight of Lukas’ father who was standing across the room, watching them in amusement.

Telemachus blushed slightly, feeling an embarrassed pang in his chest. Oh my, it was the Hermes.

Meanwhile, Hermes was trying hard to hide his own amusement at the sight of his son and his newfound love. Hermes was leaning casually against the wall, his arms folded across his chest, a small smile on his face.

He spoke up, his tone light.
"I was wondering if you two were planning on coming up for air anytime soon?" Hermes asked with a smirk. Telemachus felt his face heat up in embarrassment, knowing that Hermes had witnessed their intimate moment.

He chuckled awkwardly, running a nervous hand through his hair.

"Sorry, I got a bit … carried away." Telemachus said, his voice slightly sheepish.

In contrast, Lukas shrugged, seemingly unbothered by being caught making out. Lukas kept Telemachus close, his arms still around Telemachus' waist. Lukas responded to Hermes' tease.
"I was just getting started."

The smirk on Hermes' face widened, his eyes darting between the two boys.

"Oh, I don't doubt it." He replied, clearly amused.

He pushed off the wall, taking a few steps towards them. Hermes continued, his tone playful. "But you better pace yourselves. I'm not ready to be a grandfather just yet." The comment was obviously meant as a light-hearted tease. Telemachus' cheeks flushed a deeper shade of red at the mention of *grandfathers* and *children*. He chuckled awkwardly in response, trying to ignore the way his heart skipped in his chest.

Meanwhile, Lukas took the comment in stride, not bothered at all. He rolled his eyes playfully, a cheeky grin plastered to his face. Lukas quipped back at Hermes. "Don't worry, we've got plenty of time for that."

Odysseus who has been observing the conversation stepped up to the messenger god and greeted his old friend. Hermes turned to look at Odysseus, a welcoming smile spreading on his face. He returned the greeting with familiarity, "So you made it home after all.”

He clasped his hand on the man's shoulder in a friendly manner, his demeanor relaxed in Odysseus' presence. "You're looking much more well than I last saw you, old friend.” Hermes commented, his tone warm. Odysseus chuckled in response. "I managed to find my way back, eventually." He said with a nod, letting out a light sigh.

He glanced back at Telemachus and Lukas, the two of them still standing close together. Odysseus spoke, his tone filled with fondness. "And I never knew you had a son.” Hermes followed his gaze to Telemachus and Lukas, a proud smile tugging at his lips.

"Ah, yes. My son, Lukas." He said, gesturing to Telemachus. He then looked back at Odysseus, a slight glint in his eyes. "He's found himself a little companion in your son, it seems." Hermes added, a knowing smirk playing on his face.

Odysseus nodded in understanding, a small smile tugging at his own lips as he looked at Telemachus and Lukas.

He replied, a hint of genuine fondness in his voice. "So it would seem." Odysseus shifted his gaze back to Hermes, a hint of curiosity in his eyes. "You don't seem particularly surprised." He commented, raising an eyebrow.

Hermes nodded with a chuckle. “Why would I be? My son’s happy and in love that’s all they matters. Lukas has always been open with me about his love interests and when he first told me about this boy he was head over heels for, I never knew it was your son. But I did know how much Lukas has fallen for him and it seems it’s very well reciprocated.”

Hermes smiled, a proud glint in his eyes, letting out a small huff of laughter, his tone teasing. "But I must say, my son has never been this smitten before."

Hermes cast another glance in Telemachus' direction, watching as Telemachus leaned against Lukas, his head resting on his shoulder. Odysseus followed Hermes' gaze, a knowing smile playing on his lips. He chuckled quietly, the sight of the two boys bringing a feeling of paternal warmth into his chest.

Odysseus replied, his voice a little wistful. "It seems they've both found someone special in each other." He looked back at Hermes. "Though I never expected Telemachus to fall so hard for another boy.”

The comment was said lightly, yet there was a hint of wonder in Odysseus' eyes, a father watching his son in love for the first time. Hermes smiled at that, his expression a mix of warmth and agreement. He patted Odysseus' shoulder before dropping his hand.

"Love works in unpredictable ways, my friend." He said, his tone understanding. “They’re lucky to have found each other. I believe they are perfect for each other.”

He glanced back at the pair of boys, observing them for a moment as Telemachus reached out to take Lukas' hand, fingers intertwining. Odysseus followed Hermes' gaze, his smile turning affectionate as Telemachus took Lukas' hand. His heart swelled as he saw the two boys holding hands. Odysseus replied, his voice filled with warmth.

"They do look perfect together." He chuckled quietly. "Penelope has told me before that Telemachus has always been a hopeless romantic at heart. He's been searching for the one always and would only marry for love. I thought he was childish for thinking like that, I thought duty to your kingdom and keeping within the royal bloodline through marriage and heirs was the only way but I'm glad to see him happy than I suppose how miserable he would be with a queen or a wife that he didn’t love." He said, a sincere happiness in his eyes.

Hermes nodded in understanding, a knowing glint in his eyes. He clasped his hands behind his back, a small smile playing on his lips.

"You mortals are always making things more complicated for yourselves." He said with a hint of humor in his tone.

Hermes continued, his voice lighthearted. "The heart wants what the heart wants, even if it goes against tradition and expectation." He glanced back at Telemachus and Lukas, watching Telemachus lean into Lukas' side. "And those two certainly want each other." Odysseus chuckled in response, his expression fond as he watched the pair of boys together. Lukas wrapped his arm around Telemachus' shoulders, pulling him closer, Telemachus' head resting against Lukas' chest.

Odysseus sighed softly, a small smile lingering on his lips. He spoke, his voice a mix of affection and bemusement.
"Telemachus has always believed in love and soulmates. Penelope said he used to say he was waiting for his when he was younger." He chuckled.

A look of understanding spread across Hermes' face as he listened to Odysseus speak. That didn't shock him in the least that Telemachus believed in such things. It was almost endearing, the prince holding faith in something as simple as love.

Hermes responded, a knowing glint in his eyes. "He seems to have found his 'soulmate', it would seem." Hermes glanced back at Telemachus and Lukas, the sight of the pair sending a pang of fondness through the god.

Odysseus followed Hermes' gaze, his own eyes landing on the couple. Telemachus was snuggled up against Lukas' side as Lukas' arm was wrapped around Telemachus' shoulders. Telemachus looked peaceful as he rested against Lukas' chest, listening as Lukas whispered something to him.

Odysseus couldn't help the warm smile that tugged at the corners of his lips. He replied, his tone warm and affectionate. "They look at home in each other's arms." Odysseus nodded with a sigh. “Yes, I suppose they do. I guess I was too worried on Telemachus’ future to realize he’s gonna have his own future with or without my help anyways.”

Hermes smiled knowingly at that, understanding the sentiment behind Odysseus' words all too well as a father himself. He responded, his voice kind and wise. "Your worry was natural, old friend. But Telemachus has a life of his own. He'll have to live it the way he wants to."

Hermes then added, a lighter tone in his voice. "And I know he'll have Lukas by his side in it to support him and care for him, no matter what.”

Odysseus chuckled softly in response, the sound more amused than bitter. He knew Hermes was right, Telemachus was no child anymore. Even though, he didn’t get to see Telemachus grow into the man he is now and he is now that man who will have a life of his own, a future that now, will involve Lukas.

Odysseus spoke, a mixture of acceptance and fondness in his voice. "Yes, I suppose he will, and I don’t think even Penelope has ever seen him smile so much."

He glanced back at Telemachus, noticing how Telemachus' eyes were practically gleaming as Lukas murmured something in Telemachus' ear. Hermes turned his gaze to Telemachus and Lukas as well, Hermes noted Telemachus' bright smile and the twinkle in his eyes. They were clearly in their own little world, and Telemachus was practically glowing as Lukas whispered something to him.

Hermes replied, his voice filled with satisfaction. "Lukas is good for Telemachus, I can tell." Lukas pressed a kiss to Telemachus' temple, and Telemachus relaxed against him, practically melting at the soft affection.

“Well, I should be getting back to Olympus. I have many errands to run.” Hermes smiled at Odysseus. “Lukas, son.” Lukas' head snapped up at Hermes' words, the interruption shattering the cozy little world he had been in with Telemachus. His face was almost annoyed at Hermes for the disruption, but he quickly controlled his expression, replying in a respectful voice.

"Yes, father?" Hermes noted the momentary annoyance in Lukas' face - the boy didn't like being interrupted when he was so focused on Telemachus. Hermes smiled, almost amused at the sight.

He clasped a hand on Lukas' shoulder, giving it a squeeze.

"I'll be heading back to Olympus, I have business to attend to there." He said, his voice casual, though his eyes held a knowing glint. He then looked back at Telemachus. “You two be good."

Lukas' face fell for a second as he realized Hermes was about to leave, disappointment briefly flashing across his features. But he quickly managed to compose himself, nodding obediently as he responded.

"Of course, Father. We will." Lukas tightened his embrace around Telemachus, almost as if he was reluctant to let Telemachus go for even a second. The thought of being separated from Telemachus, even for a short time, made Lukas' chest ache.

“You may return home whenever you wish.” Hermes told his son. He then nodded at Odysseus and smiled. “I trust my son will be safe under your roof, old friend.” Odysseus nodded in return, responding to Hermes with a warm smile.

"You have my word, Hermes. Lukas will be safe in my home." He replied, his tone firm yet kind. Lukas was still holding Telemachus close, his fingers tracing small circles against Telemachus' hip, not planning on letting go for the time being.

Hermes smiled at the scene, a slight smirk twitching at the corners of his lips. He seemed to find amusement in Lukas' reluctance to let go of Telemachus, and Lukas' fingers tracing circles on Telemachus' hip.

He knew that feeling of not wanting to let go of someone. Hermes took a step back, preparing to leave. "Take care of each other, alright?" He said, his voice filled with affectionate authority.

Lukas managed a small smile and a nod in response to Hermes' words. He could feel Telemachus' body warm and solid against his own, and Lukas tightened his hold on the prince just enough to pull him closer.

"We will." He replied, almost determinedly. Lukas wanted to make a promise to himself; that he would be by Telemachus' side for as long as Telemachus would have him. Lukas pressed his lips to Telemachus' hair for a moment, the gesture almost instinctive.

Telemachus leaned into the touch of Lukas' lips against his hair, the simple show of affection making him melt a little. He let himself be tugged closer to Lukas' body, his smaller frame practically molding against him.

Odysseus couldn't help but notice the subtle intimacy of the gesture, an almost paternal pride filling his chest as he saw the young couple.

Hermes chuckled fondly, giving a nod of approval. "I have no doubt that you will." He said, a hint of amusement in his voice. With that, Hermes turned and vanished into the air with a flash, and just like that, he was gone.

Telemachus and Lukas stood there, left alone in the silence, still holding onto each other. Telemachus was practically buried into Lukas' chest, feeling the steady rise and fall of Lukas' breathing.

Odysseus watched them for a moment, fondness clear in his eyes before he decided to aid in giving the couple some privacy.

He spoke, his voice low but kind. "You two should have some space. Why don’t you head to Telemachus’ chambers to rest? I'll be in my chambers with my wife if either of you need anything." With that, Odysseus turned and left, disappearing out the throne room and down the corridors.

Lukas was snapped from his thoughts at Odysseus' words. He took a deep breath, his chest still warm from Telemachus leaning against him.

He looked down at Telemachus, his expression soft as he nodded in response. "That's sounds like a good idea." Lukas gently took Telemachus' hand in his own, intertwining their fingers as the prince started leading the way towards his chambers.

Telemachus pulled Lukas through the corridors, his hand holding Lukas' and his heart practically racing at the small contact alone. Telemachus found himself stealing glances at Lukas every few seconds as they walked, a smile tugging at his lips.

Once they reached Telemachus' chambers, Telemachus pushed the door open and led the way inside, the familiar surroundings of his room putting Telemachus at ease. Telemachus let go of Lukas' hand, walking over to his bed and sitting down on the edge with an exhausted sigh.

Lukas followed Telemachus into the room, shutting the door behind them. His gaze followed Telemachus' movements, taking in the sight of Telemachus as he made his way over to the bed.

Lukas' heart skipped a beat as Telemachus sat down on the edge of the bed. The sight was almost domestic; Lukas felt a wave of warm affection. He walked across the floor, closing the distance and standing in between Telemachus' legs. Lukas reached up, his fingers gently tucking a lock of Telemachus' hair behind his ear.

Telemachus almost melted under Lukas' touch, his eyes closing briefly as he felt Lukas tucking his hair back. He couldn't help but lean into the touch, craving the warmth. Telemachus reached out, his hands coming to rest on Lukas' hips, fingers gripping the fabric of his tunic.

Without thinking, Telemachus pulled Lukas a little closer, pressing his face into Lukas' chest and inhaling deeply. Telemachus let out a soft sigh, his breath warm against Lukas' clothes. “You sleepy, darling?” Lukas asked the prince.

Telemachus nodded sleepily, his hands tightening their grip on Lukas' tunic.

"A little." He replied, his voice almost a mumble against Lukas' chest. Telemachus' face was pressed into the soft fabric, inhaling Lukas' familiar scent. Telemachus mumbled, a hint of pleading in his words.

"Will you stay, at least until I fall asleep?" Telemachus asked, his eyes glancing up at Lukas. Lukas felt a pang of affection hit him at Telemachus' sleepy words, the sound of his voice slightly muffled against his chest.

Lukas smiled, his fingers slowly tracing patterns against Telemachus' hip. He then nodded, the tone of his voice almost tender. "Of course, darling. I'll stay until you fall asleep."

Lukas gently guided Telemachus to lie down on the bed, settling in next to him and pulling Telemachus into his arms. Telemachus immediately snuggled into Lukas' embrace, his head resting against his chest. Telemachus practically burrowed into Lukas' embrace, his body molding against his like a puzzle piece. The sound of Lukas' steady heartbeat soothed Telemachus, his eyes fluttering shut.

His fingers curled into the material of Lukas' tunic again, a subconscious gesture. Telemachus mumbled, tiredness clear in his soft voice.

"Lukas?" Telemachus mumbled, his eyes still closed. "Can you hold me tighter?" Telemachus asked quietly. He wanted to be as close to Lukas as possible, to feel the full warmth of his body against his own.

Lukas' heart ached at the sound of Telemachus' sleepy voice, the soft sound making him want to pull Telemachus even closer. He responded, his voice warm and gentle.

"Of course, darling."

Lukas wrapped both of his arms fully around Telemachus, holding him tightly against him. Telemachus' body was practically pressed against Lukas' his head tucked against Lukas' chest.

Lukas pressed a kiss to Telemachus' temple, his voice was a quiet rumble he spoke again. "Is this better?" he asked in a soft voice. Telemachus made a soft hum of approval, his eyes still closed. He practically melted in Lukas' arms, feeling as if he was enveloped by a warm, safe cocoon. The sound of Lukas' voice, the comfort of his embrace and the steady beat of Lukas' heart helped Telemachus settle into drowsiness.

"Much, much better." Telemachus mumbled, a small smile curving his lips.
He snuggled closer to Lukas, practically nestling himself against his chest. Telemachus let out a content sigh, feeling his eyelids growing heavy.

Lukas chuckled softly at Telemachus' sleepy murmur, the sound deep within his chest. He ran his hand through Telemachus' soft hair, feeling a wave of warmth pass through him at Telemachus' closeness.

As Telemachus snuggled even closer, Lukas couldn't help but notice the way Telemachus' body seemed to just fit against his like pieces of a puzzle. He pressed another kiss to Telemachus' head, his voice filled with affection.
"Go to sleep, darling. I'm here." He murmured, his arms still wrapped tightly around Telemachus.

Telemachus felt a wave of ease wash through him at Lukas' words, the sound of his voice like a comforting lullaby. Telemachus let out a soft sigh, his body relaxing against Lukas'.

He hummed in approval at the kiss, the simple gesture making his sleepy heart flutter. Telemachus' eyes felt heavy, his limbs like lead.

He mumbled a reply, his words almost inaudible. "Goodnight.” Lukas watched as Telemachus practically melted in his arms, the sight bringing a soft smile to his face. Even in Telemachus' half-asleep state, Lukas could hear Telemachus trying to cling onto consciousness, trying desperately to stay awake for Lukas.

Lukas couldn't help the fond feeling that overwhelmed him; Telemachus was utterly adorable. Lukas gave Telemachus a firm squeeze, his expression warm as he spoke.
"No more talking. You need to sleep, darling." He murmured, pressing another kiss to Telemachus' head.

Telemachus wanted to protest, to insist on staying awake with Lukas for just a little bit longer just to relish in their closeness a little longer.

But at the firm yet gentle squeeze of Lukas' arms, Telemachus found himself unable to refuse. His body felt so tired, and the exhaustion of the day was finally catching up to Telemachus.

Plus, Telemachus knew that Lukas was right. He needed to sleep. He mumbled in a half-awake state, his voice barely above a whisper, "Okay…"

Lukas chuckled softly at Telemachus' reluctant surrender.He knew how Telemachus could be quite stubborn when he wanted to, but Lukas was glad that Telemachus was finally giving in to the drowsiness.

He continued to run his fingers through Telemachus' soft hair, the gesture tender and calming. "Good boy." Lukas murmured, placing another kiss against Telemachus' temple.

"Now rest, darling."

Chapter Text

Telemachus slowly awoke to the feeling of soft sunlight on his face. He felt a moment of confusion as he took a moment to remember where he was.

Slowly, Telemachus' sleepy eyes opened, his gaze slightly bleary. He was aware of three things; The first was that he was extremely warm. The second was that he was wrapped in a pair of warm, strong arms. And the third was that he was practically snuggled against something warm and solid.

Telemachus' brain took a few seconds to register that he was pressed against Lukas' chest. Telemachus found himself unable to stop a smile from forming on his lips as realisation hit him. Telemachus snuggled his face against Lukas' chest, taking in the warmth and the familiar scent of Lukas' skin. Telemachus let out a soft hum of contentment, his eyes still half-lidded.

He then remembered the previous night, the memory of him falling asleep in Lukas' arms fresh in his mind. Telemachus felt his heartbeat skip a beat at the memory, the thought of Lukas holding him making Telemachus' heart ache with happiness.

With Telemachus fully awake, he could now take in the details of their current position. Telemachus found himself practically nestled into Lukas' arms, his body pressed against Lukas' so firmly that Telemachus couldn't even tell where he ended, and Lukas began.

Telemachus let out a soft sigh, enjoying the closeness and the comfort it provided. Telemachus took a moment to admire the sight before him; Lukas asleep, the sun shining on his face, his hair slightly messy. Telemachus couldn't stop himself from reaching out and gently brushing a strand of hair off Lukas' forehead.

Telemachus smiled fondly as he looked at Lukas' sleeping face, his eyes tracing over every line, every feature of his face. He then glanced at Lukas' arms still wrapped around him, holding him in a tight yet gentle embrace. Telemachus felt so safe and protected in Lukas' hold, the thought of ever leaving Lukas' grasp never even crossing Telemachus' mind. Telemachus let out another soft sigh, the sound almost a quiet hum.

He then spoke, his voice barely above a whisper, almost as if he were afraid of breaking the quiet serenity between them. "Lukas?"

The sound of Telemachus' voice slowly pulled Lukas from his dreams, the familiar sound bringing Lukas back to consciousness. Lukas opened his eyes, feeling Telemachus' warm weight pressing against his chest, their bodies pressed together in an embrace.

Lukas' eyes flickered to Telemachus, taking in his sleepy yet adoring face. He spoke, his own voice a soft rumble of sleep, the sound a low, warm purr.
"Yes, darling?"

Telemachus felt a wave of warmth wash through him at the sound of Lukas' voice, deep and low with sleep. The sound always made Telemachus' heart flutter. He smiled, a soft, affectionate expression on his face. Telemachus reached up, his fingers tracing the line of Lukas' jaw before lightly caressing the skin. Telemachus replied, his voice soft and affectionate.

"Good morning." Telemachus simply said, his gaze flickering over every feature of Lukas' face as he spoke. Lukas' lips curved into a warm smile at Telemachus' greeting. He felt Telemachus fingers tracing his jawline, the touch sending a small shiver through him.

"Good morning indeed." He murmured in reply, his hands running up and down Telemachus' back in a small but tender gesture. He then added, his voice filled with a hint of amusement. "Have you been awake for a while, darling?"

Telemachus shook his head, his hand still caressing Lukas' jaw in soft, affectionate movements. Telemachus' smile brightened even more as he replied, his voice filled with affection.

"Not long. I just woke up, actually." Telemachus replied, his eyes scanning over Lukas' face. He then chuckled, his tone slightly teasing.

"I just got to admire the handsome view before me first" Telemachus added, making no effort to disguise the obvious adoration in his eyes. “Mhmm, I’m gorgeous, aren’t I?” Lukas chuckled with a sleepy smirk.

Telemachus couldn't help but let out an amused huff at Lukas' words. He rolled his eyes but there was a fond glint there. He responded, his tone slightly exasperated but affectionate.

"You're so cocky." Telemachus replied, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. Telemachus lightly slapped Lukas' chest, his own version of a playful scold.

"But yes, you are gorgeous." Telemachus admitted softly. Lukas let out a soft 'oof' at Telemachus' playful slap, more due to shock than anything else. He mock gasped, pretending to be hurt.

"How dare you assault me like that?" Lukas replied, his tone exaggerated in a faux offended manner. Lukas then smirked, his eyes filled with amusement. "I'll forgive you this time. Only cause you called me gorgeous" Lukas added, a teasing glint in his eyes.

Telemachus let out a scoff, rolling his eyes once more. He tried to keep an annoyed expression on his face, but Telemachus' failed to prevent a small smile from appearing. Telemachus then retorted, his voice laced with sarcasm.

"Oh, how gracious of you." Telemachus sarcastically replied, the smile pulling at his lips betraying his amused expression. "I suppose I'll refrain from 'assaulting' you from now on." Telemachus said, making air quotations with one hand as Telemachus spoke.

Lukas chuckled at Telemachus' sarcastic reply, amused by Telemachus' mock annoyance.

He reached out to poke Telemachus' side, an action that was as taunting as it was affectionate. Lukas grinned at Telemachus, his voice filled with mirth.

"You know you love the attention." Lukas teased, his fingers continuing to lightly poke Telemachus' side. Telemachus rolled his eyes and giggled a little. “I hate you, you know that?”

Lukas smirked and shook his head. “No, you don’t.” He smiled, that phrase reminding them of their banter through their friendship they made that led them to this moment.

Happy and in love.

Telemachus huffed out a laugh, his earlier annoyance quickly replaced with amusement. He playfully scowled at Lukas, trying to maintain an annoyed expression, but failing as a small smile tugged at his lips.

At Lukas' response, Telemachus rolled his eyes again, but Telemachus' tone was now full of affection. Telemachus replied, his voice holding a hint of fondness.

"No, I don't." He agreed. "You're insufferable though." Telemachus added, though there was no bite in the words. Lukas chuckled, clearly enjoying the banter. He relished in Telemachus' adorable scowl and the way Telemachus' attempts to maintain an annoyed expression always failed and was replaced with a smile.

Lukas then pulled Telemachus even closer against him.

"I know I’ve never been this serious but I want you to that I really do like you. I mean I’m besotted with you, Telemachus. You are incredible, in addition to being extraordinarily beautiful and handsome, you’re very kind and clever and extremely resilient. I….I do….”

Lukas only trialed off, scared that he shouldn’t say anymore so soon. Telemachus felt his heart skip a beat as Lukas pulled him closer, their bodies now pressed flush against each other. Telemachus' breath hitched as he listened to Lukas' sincere praise, his face growing a slight pink at the words.

He was used to the constant compliments of how 'beautiful' and 'handsome' he was, but Telemachus knew he could never get tired of hearing them, especially from Lukas. Telemachus found himself almost lost in Lukas' eyes, completely enamoured.

He raised a curious eyebrow at Lukas' sudden pause. “You what?" He asked quietly. Lukas hesitated, his heart pounding in his chest as he looked into Telemachus' eyes. He took a deep breath, the words suddenly feeling like they were caught in his throat. He wanted to say them, wanted to say them so badly, but fear was preventing him. Lukas didn't know how Telemachus would react.

He didn't know if it was too soon or if it would scare Telemachus away.

Telemachus watched Lukas' expression with curiosity as he waited for the answer. Telemachus silently urged Lukas to respond, he needed to know what Lukas was going to say. He didn't know what made him so certain of it, but he knew whatever was about to come out of Lukas' mouth right now was something important.

Telemachus could practically feel the hesitation in Lukas' demeanor, hear the quick beating of his heart. Telemachus was almost holding his breath, his mind completely focused on Lukas.

When Lukas hesitated, Telemachus reached up, his hand gently cupping Lukas' face and giving him a reassuring smile. “You can tell me anything." He said softly at the demigod.

Lukas felt a wave of warmth and comfort at Telemachus' words, at the gentle touch of Telemachus hand against his face. The way Telemachus looked at him, with an expression full of fondness and understanding, made Lukas' heart swell three sizes.

At Telemachus' words, Lukas took a deep breath, steeling himself. He knew Telemachus was right. Lukas could trust Telemachus with anything.

The only reason he was holding himself back was because of insecurity and fear, two things that Lukas shouldn't even have around Telemachus. Telemachus held Lukas' gaze for a moment longer, wanting to show him that he was ready and willing to listen to whatever Lukas had to say.

He then gently stroked his thumb across Lukas' cheek and then kissed him softly hoping the gesture would encourage him to continue. Lukas let out a shaky breath as Telemachus' hand caressed his cheek, the tender touch sending a jolt of affection through him. Telemachus' lips gently brushing against his was the final push Lukas needed.

The words that were caught in his throat finally came tumbling out, Lukas looking into Telemachus' eyes with clear, genuine emotions in them as he spoke.

"I love you. I love you so much, darling.” Lukas murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. Lukas felt a rush of relief after he spoke, a soft, almost nervous smile pulling at his lips.

Lukas let out a shaky breath as Telemachus' hand caressed his cheek, the tender touch sending a jolt of affection through him. Telemachus' lips gently brushing against his was the final push Lukas needed.

The words that were caught in his throat finally came tumbling out, Lukas looking into Telemachus' eyes with clear, genuine emotions in them as he spoke. "I love you. I love you so much, darling.” Lukas murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. Lukas felt a rush of relief after he spoke, a soft, almost nervous smile pulling at his lips.

Lukas felt like the breath was knocked out of him as Telemachus replied. The smile on Telemachus' face and the joy radiating from him made Lukas' heart soar. He pulled Telemachus even closer against him and pressed his face into Telemachus' hair, breathing in Telemachus' familiar scent. Lukas then chuckled softly, a sound full of affection.

"I have some sort of an idea. I could say the same for you, darling." Lukas said quietly, wrapping his arms around Telemachus in a tight embrace. Telemachus held onto Lukas, nuzzling his face into his chest, a sigh of content leaving him. Telemachus simply savoured in Lukas' presence, allowing himself to be pulled against him tightly.

Telemachus let out a soft hum in response to Lukas' words, closing his eyes and basking in the feeling of simply being close to Lukas, the sound of Lukas' heartbeat helping to ground Telemachus. He inhaled Lukas' scent, the familiarity of it almost addicting then mumbled against Lukas' chest, his tone affectionate.

"Promise me something..." Telemachus said quietly. Lukas raised an eyebrow, pulling his head back so he could look into Telemachus' eyes. He could sense the seriousness in Telemachus' tone and voice, and he didn't hesitate to respond.

Lukas nodded, his arms still wrapped tightly around Telemachus.
"Anything, darling." Lukas replied without a hint of hesitation. Telemachus smiled softly as he heard Lukas' answer, comforted by Lukas' immediate response. Telemachus lifted his head as well, his eyes meeting Lukas' gaze. Telemachus took one of Lukas' hands in his own, giving a gentle squeeze of affection. Telemachus then began to speak, his voice filled with sincerity.

"Promise me you won't shut me out ever. Promise me if you ever need anything or something happens you won't get cold and distant. Not with me...." Telemachus spoke quietly.

Telemachus felt the need to make sure he could trust that Lukas would never not trust him again after he left when the almost marriage happened. Lukas' expression instantly softened as Telemachus spoke, understanding the weight of Telemachus' request. He could sense the concern in Telemachus' voice, the worry that he might repeat his past mistakes.

Lukas nodded, his eyes never leaving Telemachus'. He squeezed Telemachus' hand back, his own expression full of sincerity as Lukas spoke. "I promise." Lukas replied firmly, his voice unwavering. "I will never shut you out of leave again. I'll always be open with you, I'll trust you, darling. I swear that to you."

Telemachus felt a wave of relief wash over him as Lukas responded, the sincerity and determination in Lukas' tone melting away Telemachus' worry. Telemachus gave a soft but grateful smile, his heart warming at Lukas' promise. He then brought Lukas' hand up to his mouth and pressed a soft kiss against his knuckles.

He murmured against his skin, the tenderness in his voice clear. "Good." Telemachus said quietly before pausing for a moment. Telemachus then spoke again, his tone full of affection. "I'll hold you to that…" Lukas' heart fluttered at Telemachus' soft kiss against his knuckles, the warmth of his lips against his skin sending a tingle down his spine. Lukas smiled, his eyes softening as he heard Telemachus' words.

He gently pulled Telemachus closer to him. Lukas' arms still wrapped around Telemachus, Lukas pressed a kiss to Telemachus' forehead. He then teased, his voice soft and full of affection.

"Good, I want you to. I mean it, darling. I swear it on the river Styx." Telemachus' heart skipped a beat as Lukas kissed his forehead, the action filled with tenderness. Telemachus melted into Lukas' embrace, resting his head on Lukas' shoulder as Telemachus felt the warmth of Lukas' body against his own.

His face warmed at Lukas' words, Telemachus' heart swelling with affection. Telemachus knew for a fact that Lukas would never break his word, especially when making an oath on the river of oaths itself. Telemachus trusted Lukas more than anything. Telemachus murmured, his voice now quiet and tender. "I believe you."

Lukas felt a wave of affection and warmth wash over him as Telemachus rested his head against his shoulder, the gesture almost like a comforting weight.

Lukas tightened his arms around Telemachus, pulling him even closer.
Lukas then chuckled softly, amused by Telemachus' words. He couldn't help but tease him. Lukas then joked, his tone filled with warmth. "You'd better believe me, darling. I don't make oaths lightly. Especially on the river Styx. My great uncle wouldn’t be pleased.”

Telemachus couldn't help the grin that spread across his face as Lukas teased him, Telemachus knew Lukas was referring to Hades. Telemachus let out a soft chuckle, rolling his eyes in a playful manner and lightly shoving Lukas.

"Shut up." Telemachus responded without the slightest hint of heat, the fond tone in Telemachus words making it obvious that he was jesting. His expression then softened, his voice filled with tender affection. Lukas chuckled lightly as Telemachus pushed him, amused by Telemachus' playfulness. Lukas had to admit, Telemachus' slight annoyance and eye-rolls were quite adorable.
He feigned a look on hurt on his face, a hand on his chest. "Ouch, ouch. You wound me." he responded playfully.

Lukas then gave Telemachus' hip a light squeeze, his smile softening. He adored the way Telemachus' gaze would suddenly soften and look at him with such overwhelming affection. Telemachus giggled and adored being held in Lukas’ arms. “You want to go to breakfast and actually be a couple this time? You don’t need to worry about my father or any surprise arranged marriages.” He chuckled.

Lukas chuckled along with Telemachus, amused by his words. He couldn't help the warmth that spread through him as Telemachus spoke about them as a couple.

Lukas nodded in agreement to Telemachus, a smile on his face. Lukas' arms around Telemachus tightened a little, pulling Telemachus closer as he replied.

Lukas didn't want to ever let Telemachus go. "Of course, darling. I want nothing more than to go down there and show everyone that you're mine and I'm yours."