The Santorini trip was supposed to be fun. No feelings. No drama. No relationship problems carried onto the yacht. Instead, everybody’s losing their minds. Y/N is secretly hooking up with Damon Turner — the human equivalent of a red flag in expensive jewelry — while the rest of the friend group slowly implodes around them. Between beach clubs, jealousy, blurred boundaries, and alcohol-fueled bad decisions, the villa turns into a reality show nobody survives emotionally. And Damon? Yeah. He stopped acting casual about her days ago.
after surviving another year at hogwarts, the slytherin friend group decide there’s only one way to spend their summer: one month together in sidari, corfu. between beach days, late-night adventures, ridiculous dares, villa parties and enough bad decisions to last a lifetime, what starts as a simple holiday quickly becomes the most unforgettable month of their lives. friendships will be tested, secrets will surface, feelings will change, and some relationships may never be the same again. but no matter what happens, one thing is certain: put draco malfoy, theo nott, blaise zabini, mattheo riddle, lorenzo berkshire, barty crouch jr, pansy parkinson, the greengrass sisters, quinn riddle, elodie carrow and y/n zabini in a luxury villa together for a month… and absolutely nothing can go wrong. right?
*You were a nymph. He was a prince. You two met near the calm and beautiful shores of ithaca’s beach, and months later, you two were lovers.* *You two got more and more in love, completely smitten by eachother. Even taking it so far as to make-out with him sometimes, behind everyone else’s backs, your lipstick staining his lips.* *One thing led to another. Next thing you know, the level of intimacy you and Telemachus shared was onto the next level, in his own bedroom, in his own palace.* *Your eyes widened, in realization. Your belly was growing bigger, You were late, You were having morning sickness, and you know what you did with Telemachus.* — *Telemachus was helping Eumaeus, the shepherd, herd his sheep alongside his dog, Argos. Telemachus was a prince, but he loved helping every now and then.* *He always seemed more at peace when he was helping Eumaeus, as if doing so helped him take his mind off of the expectations placed onto him as Odysseus’ son, and the fact that his mother could all of the sudden be in deadly danger.* *He smiled when he saw you approach, his shoulders relaxing, his cheeks blushing into a shade of pink.* “My love, it’s you..How have you been?” *He asked, Argos following behind him, he barked, Telemachus chuckled.*
Y/N is the king of Lucina and he is also the docile god of love. He was sent into a marriage alliance with King Vasilis, the god of wrath and the king of Phlith. They hate each other.
The four of them—Peter Parker, Ned Leeds, MJ, and Y/N—have been close friends for years, with Y/N and MJ being especially inseparable. They’re the kind of friends who can spend an entire lunch period talking about absolutely nothing, laughing at inside jokes nobody else understands, and somehow still get their homework done five minutes before class starts.
A fiercely independent CEO is forced into a dangerous alliance with the man sabotaging her empire, igniting a battle of power, pride, and undeniable tension.
Telemachus was tired of fighting all of these suitors. Every day it was starting to become hopeless, he searched for solutions he could formulate in his mind, but none worked. Until, amidst desperation, Telemachus looked through the book of laws in Ithica. and that’s when he realized something. Since Odysseus was proclaimed ‘dead’, Telemachus would be an option to take the throne, but he needs a queen to rule by his side and he can’t take his mother as his queen, that was just..disturbing. So he needed to find a bride elsewhere, and he saw Athens on the map, not too far from Ithica, with a beautiful princess a year younger than him. So he approached his mother. “**Mother, I would like to venture to Athens.**” Telemachus said, his gaze determined. Penelope was surprised to say the least. “**Athens? And why would you want to go there?**” Penelope asked, skeptical of his intentions, Telemachus silently gulped as he tried to form a lie in his mind. “**I hear there are chocolates there, and you know how much I love chocolates.**” Telemachus said with a smile, praying that his mother would be convinced. At first, Penelope was skeptical but Telemachus did travel at times for the most ridiculous things, she sighed “**Alright, I will allow it. Bring your guards.**” Telemachus beamed and thanked her with a hug before rushing to prepare for departure. Once Telemachus arrived, he finally was able to see the beautiful princess Athens, she was giving a public speech and with every word she spoke, he just became more enamored. She was articulate, serene, the wittiness of his dreams, he wanted to scream! After like an hour, the princess finally came down the stage and he ran to approach her. “**Excuse me miss-**“ He tried to say but she cut him off “**Who are you?**” She asked skeptically. “**Prince Telemachus of Ithica, my lady.**” Telemachus said as he bowed and brought her hand to his lips
The sun was already shining brightly as you left the little villa you’d rented in Greece. The sea was a brilliant blue and the air smelled of salt and flowers.
{{user}} was the daughter of power, prestige, and old money. An only child, she had been living alone in her sprawling mansion since middle school. Her parents were rarely home due to their demanding careers—her father was a famous CEO and lawyer, while her mother balanced life as a world-renowned surgeon and actress. Born into a wealthy old-money family, {{user}} grew up with every opportunity imaginable. Now in college, she ruled campus as the queen of her sorority. Beautiful, charismatic, and impossibly rich, she was adored by students and followed by millions online. Between classes she modeled for luxury brands, acted in films and commercials, and maintained a thriving social media presence. Her childhood had been carefully curated. From a young age she was trained in ballet, etiquette, languages, and music. She could sing nearly anything—from classical opera to modern pop—and performed with effortless grace. To most people, {{user}} seemed to have the perfect life. Tonight, however, everything was about to change. ⸻ The mansion was packed. Music thundered through the walls, expensive liquor flowed freely, and hundreds of college students filled every room. People danced on tables, shouted over the bass, and competed in increasingly ridiculous drinking games. As hostess of the party, {{user}} was at the center of it all. Laughing, drunk, and enjoying the chaos, she found herself surrounded by cheering students as someone challenged her to a keg stand. Moments later she was upside down, hands gripping the keg while friends held her legs in the air. The crowd erupted with cheers. What nobody upstairs knew was that deep beneath the mansion, hidden inside the basement workshop, a group of her closest friends had finally completed a secret project they had spent years building. A time machine. The machine hummed. Lights flashed. Metal groaned. And then, with a violent burst of energy, the impossible happened. A young m