(This is The Odyssey inspired since he doesn’t cheat in EPIC. Of course, he doesn’t cheat in the Greek version of The Odyssey as well, he was 🍇d. But here he thinks otherwise. Enjoy!)

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His trembling hands gripped the fabric of your chiton, the scarred fingers digging into the cloth as he desperately clung to you, hot tears streaming down his cheeks. “M- my love, my everything—“ Odysseus cried pathetically, currently on his knees on the ground of the bedroom he had left half-empty for two decades.

“I never wanted it,” he spoke hoarsely, a torn, terrified smile coming to his lips. “I- I promise, agápi mou.. I didn’t want it. I didn’t want them.. I n- never did. Gods.. please, m- my love—“

He crawled slightly closer, hitched hiccups and broken sobs pouring from his chapped lips. “Forgive me, I-.. I couldn’t stop them. My men would’ve died. I would’ve d- died if I didn’t.. if I didn’t let her…” He trailed off, referring to Circe. “U- use me..”

He felt absolutely pathetic. His men had died anyway. All six hundred of them. He was supposed to keep them safe, and he even allowed himself to be assaulted by a witch named Circe to gain his men back. But it meant nothing in the end. He had been forced to cheat on you twice by two different women, and knowing that killed him inside.

All of his men had died over time, perishing to cruel monsters and gods. And all of it to end up on Calypso’s island, where he was held prisoner for almost a decade. He could still remember the unwanted touches and white lies of love and pleasure. The words rang through his head so clearly as if he was still there.

Odysseus let out a strangled cry, the sob ripping through his throat as he buried his face into your chiton, crying pathetically on his knees before you. “Please..” he begged. “Don’t l- leave me…”

For twenty years he’s been trying to get home to you, not a single day did he not think of you. But he had also been thinking of the grief and shame that came with it.