10 Works by paintblob

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    Summary

    Eurylochus remembered dying. He had not fought it, had even welcomed the sweet nothingness in the end, letting go of all the hatred and lies and betrayal for eternal peace. He woke up years in the past, where Polites was still alive. Eurylochus stumbles through life and resigns himself to suffer eternally at the hands of his self-sacrificing family while trying to save said family from themselves.

     

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    Polites.

    Eurylochus’ heart leapt out of his chest, his legs pulling him towards the curly-haired man even before he knew what he was doing. Feet pounding against the rocky terrain, he ran as fast as he could, dodging boulders and cows and unconscious men sporting a variety of blood splattered wounds.

     

    Polites stood ten feet from the cyclops, helping up a soldier. He frowned when he saw Eurylochus a few paces behind him.

     

    “Eurylochus?" He asked, concerned confusion evident in his tone, the idiot apparently picking up on Eurylochus’ distress but not the fact that the cyclops' club was swinging directly towards his turned head.

     

    No. Not again. Eurylochus thought, begged, as he threw himself onto Polites, a tangle of limbs and swords.

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    Polites expected himself to pass on to the Fields of Asphodel once he died. Sure, being killed by a cyclops was not his ideal way of dying, but at least he sacrificed himself for his friends, his brothers. There was no more honourable a death than that, right? But suddenly, Polites is not so much dead as he is a ghost and the only one who can see him is Odysseus’ son, and he quickly realises one thing: his nephew deserves the world, and Polites is going to do his best to provide him with it.

     

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    Was this his punishment, he wondered in the darker moments. To stand and witness his friends lose themselves to grief and fury, to lose each other and their humanity and being unable to help? The grief in his heart was palpable, and Polites didn’t know who it was that he was mourning.

    Then, something strange happened. A pull at his consciousness, a gentle tugging that came from Ithaca, he realised, recognising the familiar shore, and it was like he was struck by lightning.

    It led him to a child. A bright eyes, dark haired child. The kid looked up, nose scrunched adorably like he was solving the world’s greatest mystery, and Polites’ heart. He knew that face. He knew his brother’s son.

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    The anchor was pulled up, and ship slowly got off the beach as the final line of trees crashed into the ground with a resounding crack. “And now that we’ve pissed them off,” Odysseus snarled, staring up into Eurylochus’ horror-drawn face and shouting, “Who do you think they’ll send?”

    Eurylochus took a step back. “Full speed ahead.” He yelled.

    Odysseus’ heart hammered in his chest, anticipation and adrenaline twisting and overriding all feelings. “Faster” he yelled, looking behind them for any signs of a threat. The sky around them darkened. “Faster.” The waves were beating against the side of the ship. Wind howled, and the smell of ozone reached Odysseus first. Thunder crashed, lightning blinding him for a moment before he realised there was someone standing in front of them.

    “We’re too late.”

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    Summary

    I got overly invested in the life of an oc and this was born.

    It encompasses the life of Demetrius, a soldier in Odysseus’ armies and his growth over the years through war and love and death.

     

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    "Take up the sword. Join us as we fight for our right to live."

    Demetrius’ gut pulled, his blood thrumming, dancing under his skin, a force taking over him and filling him with a sense of rightness, despite the revulsion and the fear freezing him in place. Two polar ends of a magnet forced, bound together till it almost hurt.

     

    A hand was on his wrist, holding tight enough to snap Demetrius out of his thoughts. He looked back into Will’s eyes, those sad eyes filled with conviction. A thousand words were shared between them in that instant, and Demetrius' resolve hardened to stone.

    Will’s gaze turned tired. ‘Don’t. Please.’ He could almost hear the silent words. He looked away.

     

    “I volunteer.”

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    1/?
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    Summary

    The underworld saga but with plot.

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    "Odysseus, when you come home, I’ll be waiting." His body was shaking. "Even if you're the last thing I see.”

     

    The voice half remembered from his childhood, from the clearly separated ‘before’ in his head, before the war, before everything. The cruel, writhing creature inside him cried and lashed. "I'm right here mom. Can't you see me?" The plaintive cry of a child.

     

    Like Polites, him mother's gaze passed over him like he didn't exist, and nothing could prevent the pang of hurt.

    "I took too long." His voice was shaky, his cheeks wet. "I went too far."

    "I'll always love you. I'll stay in your heart."

    His mother had been waiting for him. Now she was dead, and. All this time he had been waiting for him.
    Odysseus’ insides were on fire. Everything was too loud. His mother's voice settled over him like a blanket, smothering him, choking him. Dead, dead, dead. She’s dead.

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    Odysseus and Eurylochus have been through a lot over the years, the ten years of war and losing Polites being among the worst.
    Their journey is almost done, but not quite yet.
    Odysseus is struggling with guilt and trying to balance Polites’ and Athena’s ideologies, while Eurylochus struggles with trying to help Odysseus and remaining sane while doing so.

     

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    The air was sharp and charged, and Eurylochus almost imagined smelling ozone in the air as after a lightning strike, but no. This was something different. Something ancient.

    The crew seemed to notice the change as well, and their conversations faded, and nervous eyes darted around at each movement.
    He walked rapidly towards Odysseus’ fading form, ignoring the hair on his back standing up. Odysseus fell in step with him as Eurylochus caught up, footsteps pattering.

    “Odysseus.” Eurylochus murmured.

    “I feel it too.” Odysseus answered, just as quietly. “Tell the men to brace for the storm. The worst is yet to come.”

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    Chapters:
    6/6
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    Summary

    After Polites’ death, Eurylochus and Odysseus mourn him, till Polites appears in Eurylochus’ dream and yells at him to get his head out of his ass.

     

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    "Hey. It's alright. You're going to be okay." He said, the exact way he used to the whenever Eurylochus had nightmares when they were younger.

    Eurylochus snorted. "How would you know that? You’re dead."

    Polites smiled again. "Then wouldn't I know better than you?"

    Eurylochus smiled softly but sobered quickly. "How are you?"

    "I'm fine. I think. It's hard to tell." Polites was beaming at Eurylochus, genuine happiness visible from his face. Smile lines were wrinkling at the corner of his eyes.

    Eurylochus looked at his dearest friend and wondered why the best men were stolen by death the earliest. Sensing the change in his mood, Polites frowned and lightly swatted his chest.

    "Hey, none of that. I chose this. I died for you and Odysseus, and I cannot think of a better death. You are not responsible for this."

    Eurylochus rolled his eyes, trying to play it off, but tears were gathering on his lashes.

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    Summary

    Sirius meets Remus after breaking out of Azkaban, and they finally have their long-awaited conversation (read: apology-fest) after the incident at the Shrieking Shack.

     

    Extract:
    Remus sighed as he looked at the paper in his hands, covered with swirly calligraphy, detailing that Sirius would likely contact Remus soon, signed A.D.
    The sight of the paper prompted two thoughts to pop up in his head:
    First, detailing was the wrong word given the circumstances, as the paper contained less information and more of an educated guess that even Remus could have made in his sleep, thank you very much.

    The second, was:

    siriusisweartogodwherethefuckareyouyoucantjustdisappearlikethatweneedtotalkiloveyouimsorryimsorryimsorry

    Which, while not eloquent, was entirely appropriate.

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    Polites stood in front of him, his arms crossed over his chest. No doubt, he was trying to go for menacing, but Odysseus knew him well enough to not be cowed.

     

    “You have been avoiding me.” Ominous words, spoken in a dangerous voice.

    It would have been threatening, had it not been part of a game of words Odysseus was well versed in, a game they had been playing since childhood.

     

    He held a hand to his chest, the very epitome of offended.
    “I have not!”

     

    Polites did not take the bait and resume their usual friendly banter.

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    The war was over. Troy had fallen. They were all alive.
    And yet, Odysseus was not okay.
    Polites noticed this, and roped Eurylochus into confronting him about it. Angst ensues.

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    Summary

    After the events of episode 6, season 2 of Good Omens, Crowley gets drunk, wakes up hungover and angsts over Aziraphale.

    This is a self indulgent fic from Crowley’s pov, about his feelings after the kiss and everything.

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    English
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    1/1
    Comments:
    2
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    16
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