TigerLily318



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    TigerLily318 and I are collaborting for this month's fluff prompts! You'll probably be able to figure out which ones we do since we have completely different writing styles but I still hope you enjoy what we come up with^^

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    A series of drabbles all revolving around my interpretation of the SI-5 team. The stories are not chronological, and are not at all in order and the characters are probably out of character but they're all roughly in the same universe and i'm having fun writing them so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

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    The best way to socialize an angry assassin boy: Set up a playdate with someone functionally invulnerable.
    [Jon and Damian through the years. Reverse!Robins universe. Stands alone.]

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    26 Sep 2025

  2. Public Bookmark 12

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    Telemachus has a name.

    Antinous is going to say it, whether he wants to or not.

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    23 Sep 2025

  3. Public Bookmark 29

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    Everyone thinks Telemachus’ dream is rather simple – for his father to return home.
    In reality, nothing is simple about Telemachus’ dreams.

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    22 Sep 2025

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    There is a reason that seers and oracles are so closely minded by the gods, a reason why they are prized by men and immortals alike.
    One extra drop of prophecy can change the weave of fate more than even gods can comprehend. Fate is a knitted scarf, but prophecy can tear a hole and unravel the fabric rapidly if not caught in time.
    Apollo receives an extra drop of prophecy, this changes everything.

    Warrior Penelope meets Odysseus of Troy AU

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    22 Sep 2025

  5. Public Bookmark 39

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    She trails her fingers over his arms, soothing skin that has known too much salt and sun. Then down to his chest, over the ribs that strained with hunger in foreign lands, down further, until she reaches the scar on his thigh.

    She lingers there.

    Her thumb brushes the raised seam of it, the mark left behind by a boy too eager for the hunt, a boy on the cusp of legend. He remembers the first time she touched it, years ago—how she'd laughed at the foolishness of joining the hunt for the boar, at the recklessness that had nearly cost him his life before someone else’s war took him from her instead, before years upon years were lost to the sea, to gods and monsters, to the slow erosion of himself.

    Now, she says nothing, only traces the line of it with deliberate familiarity. The water ripples with her movements, lapping against his skin, the warmth a contrast to the cool press of her fingers.

    He exhales. Catches her hand, steady and knowing.

    “I would say I could pick you out of a thousand men,” she murmurs, still eyeing the old wound, “but I imagine half the world could do the same by now.”

    An Epilogue.

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    21 Sep 2025

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    “I know the man I married,” she says. “Clever, cunning, and sharp as the edge of a warrior’s blade. A man who outsmarts gods and kings and tries to bend fate to his will.”

    "Doesn’t it bother you," Odysseus asks, voice quiet, "that your husband is not a good man?" He turns his face away, jaw tight. “I mean—” his voice drops lower, rough with shame. “What kind of man slaughters unarmed men in his own hall? Leaves his crew to die across the sea? Survives while the rest—”

    “The kind of man who comes home,” Penelope interrupts.


    “And that's enough?”

    She leans in, her breath warm against his skin. “Odysseus, it's everything.”

    For a long moment, he says nothing. He only looks at her, still searching her face, longing for the ease with which he used to read her.

    “You would take me, cunning and clever, over good?” His voice is softer now.

    Penelope looks at him, something fierce and unwavering in her eyes. “I would take you as you are. However you are—because I love you.”

    He reaches for her hand, fingers curling around hers, giving voice to the one unshakable truth in all his years of wandering.

    “My wife, my home, my heart,” he murmurs, pressing a kiss to her knuckles, “I am yours.”

     

    1000000/10, would read again. Worshipful sex, insightful self reflection, Penelope and Ody are so in love. Odysseus would burn the world down for his wife, but he’s starting with that damn shroud.