I'm bored so here is a little scenario with different epic characters if you tell them: "would you still love me if i was a worm?"
Telemachus
"worm? why a worm? and you're not a worm my love you're the most beautiful person i ever known-" he'll keep yapping about how much he loves you and how beautiful you are you'll get diabetes from his sweetness.
Antinous
"i don't even love you in your normal form why would i love you as a worm?" he's Antinous what did you expect?
Penelope
she'll laugh a little at your silly question before answering with smile "if you were to be a worm, you'll be the cutest worm ever and I'll take good care of you. of course I'd still love you"
Odysseus
"a worm? doesn't matter because I'll still love you even if you were a cute little worm" he said this seriously btw.
polites
"a worm? but you're way too cuter as you are now! I'd prefer you not turning into a worm, even tho, I'll always love you!" he's the sweetest man to exist, you could be a cockroach and he'll still love you
eurylochus
"why are you asking me this..." he's way too tired for this kind of bullshit, he'll say yes tho but with a tired tone.
Hermes
he's the one asking you this, and you better say yes.
Athena
"what?" she was confused on why tf you would ask her that, you won't get an answer tho because she can't understand the meaning of this, are you messing with her?now she knows why she's been avoiding relationships for decades. great job.
Poseidon
"a worm- babe haven't i not been giving you enough dick? why on all the seas you're asking this??" he's confused and mad. run.
He's way too embarrassed to admit that he likes staring at your ass though.
He'll be caught and just hide away in shame.
If he's feeling bold he might comment on it
He might even slap that ass if he thinks he can get away with it.
Once he warms up to you though? oh it's game over.
He will find ways to stare, grab, and hit your ass.
Definitely will start taking you from behind so he can playfully squeeze that ass or spank you (never to hard because he'd simply die if he ever hurt you).
Antinous
Tits
He's so into them to
He's also downright possessive and he just doesn't care about space.
If another suitor gets too close, he'll grope you in front of them just to stake his claim more clearly.
He occasionally "gets distracted" or "accidentally" trips face forward into your tits
He fixates on them in the bedroom
talking, sucking, biting, fondeling, using them to get off.
He's obsessed with them.
He'll make jokes about it to.
You've caught him staring at your chest before.
If you have even the slightest bit of extra cleavage you bet you'll be screaming...
Or maybe you do it on purpose and he's the one screaming?
Eurymcahus
thighs
He's so into the thighs.
hates how long the skirts are because of that but he doesn't let it stop him.
He's shameless, completely shameless. He'll grip them, massage them, and stare at them even when others notice he just doesn't care.
He likes to put his head on them like a pillow.
You'll just be sitting down and suddenly his head is there nuzzling them.
He bites them, massages them, likes to be between them, even better if you grab a fist full of his hair.
He can't get enough of your thighs.
You need him? Pull up that fabric a little, give him a little peak he'll be between them for you.
A/N: This is fluffier than what I usually write, but I couldn't help it. I love him sm wtf
Part 1 of ???
You went about your routines as usual—watering the garden, cleaning the halls, fixing any imperfections in the palace, and even helping other servants when needed.
It wasn’t unusual to see you wandering around the palace; after all, you were the queen’s favorite assistant.
No one really knew why or how you and the queen were so close, not even you. But you knew there were both benefits and drawbacks to it.
Including being a target of the 108 suitors now living under the same roof as you.
As much as you wanted to continue your duties as usual, they never failed to hinder your responsibilities.
You were heading toward the palace dining room. Though it was the last place you wanted to go, you had to pass through it to reach the kitchen to prepare something for the queen—who also refused to set foot in there.
So far, so good, until you stepped into the hallway. The once loud and distracted suitors were now eyeing you.
You swallowed nervously, the lump in your throat growing, but continued forward, treading slowly so as not to attract more attention than you already had.
You made it to the end of the hall, believing you were safe, until you felt someone grab your wrist and pull so hard you almost lost your balance. You looked up and saw one of the queen’s most persistent suitors: Antinous.
The man had a proud smirk on his face as he looked down at you, still holding onto your wrist. He’d made multiple attempts to converse with you, all of which you declined, so you weren’t entirely surprised that he’d resorted to these measures.
"Ah, well, if it isn’t the lovely slave herself.”
That pissed you off.
You knew you couldn’t do anything about it, but if you could, you’d have slapped him by now. Instead, you jerked your arm away from him.
But that didn’t stop him. He grabbed you again, this time by the arm, with a much tighter and more painful grip, making you gasp in pain.
“Whoa now, where do you think you’re going? You don’t think you can just run off that easily, do you?” he taunted, leaning closer to your neck, his voice low.
“We want the queen, and since she’s unavailable, I guess we’ll have to settle for you.”
You glanced behind you, noticing all the men in the hall staring at you with intense gazes filled with hunger, desire, and thirst.
Frightened, you hurriedly tried to break free from Antinous’s grip. He chuckled softly, holding you tighter and pulling you closer. You struggled with all your strength until, finally, he let go. But it wasn’t because of your effort.
His gaze had shifted—he was no longer looking at you, but at something, or someone, else.
Backing away from him, you looked behind him and saw none other than the queen’s son, Telemachus.
He was gripping his sword, pointing it at Antinous.
“Leave her alone.”
You were surprised, to say the least. You and Telemachus had never really spoken. He usually avoided you whenever he ran into you.
You never understood why. Every time you saw him, he’d dash away like a startled deer.
But now, here he was, standing in front of you, holding a sword to one of the suitor’s neck.
Antinous raised his hands sarcastically, a smug grin on his face as he glanced between Telemachus and you.
“Alright, I’ll leave her be, little wolf.”
He walked past you, but as he did, he whispered, “Don’t think I’m done with you yet, slave.”
You recoiled instantly as he let out a shameless laugh.
You and Telemachus watched him walk away, and then you quickly exited the dining hall.
Catching your breath, you adjusted your hair and robes, trying to calm yourself. No suitor had ever approached you with such aggression before, and now Antinous had gone to these lengths? It was terrifying.
Your thoughts were interrupted when you realized Telemachus was still standing in front of you, staring at you like a deer caught by a hunter.
You raised a brow, confused. Did he see something?
“My prince, are you… alright?” you asked, still somewhat shaken. After all, he did just save you. Maybe he was in shock?
“Shit, shit, shit, shit—” was what was running through Telemachus’s mind as he stood there.
He hadn’t really thought he’d get this far. All he saw was you in danger, and his instincts had taken over.
But now that he had actually saved you, talking to you afterward wasn’t part of the plan—if he even had a plan.
He was practically begging the gods that you wouldn’t notice the inconvenient pink hue on his cheeks because that would only make things worse.
He had gone to such lengths to avoid you, to ignore you, to ward you off—foolish attempts, all of them—and now here you were, standing right in front of him.
He waited for you to tell him that you knew. Knew he admired you, probably too much.
His lips quivered slightly as he stared at you, unable to stop himself. Come to think of it, he’d never noticed how beautiful you were up close. The shape of your nose, how perfectly it fit your face. The look in your eyes, with the soft tint of color. And your lips, how pretty they looked, even when they smiled just a little.
“Fuck, I’m staring,” he muttered under his breath, snapping out of his trance.
Which you definitely heard.
You tilted your head slightly. Was he okay? Had Antinous done something to him?
No, he was just a nervous wreck because his childhood crush was standing right in front of him, and he was so not prepared.
If Athena was watching him right now, this was definitely not a battle she had prepared him for.
With a silent, desperate cry, he cleared his throat, trying to make the situation less embarrassing than it already was.
“I-I’m fine. How are you?”
…
Seriously? THAT’S the best you could do?
He stared at the ground, trying to mask his shame. Maybe if he couldn’t see you, you couldn’t see him either, right? Zeus might as well strike him down with lightning.
He was about to punch himself when he heard something.
You were… laughing?
He looked up to see you covering your mouth, short giggles escaping your lips.
Was it bad that he found them so pretty?
Eventually, you calmed down.
“Thank you, my prince, for saving me back there. Truthfully, I wouldn’t know what to do if you hadn’t come to my aid. So, thank you.”
You bowed your head, expressing your gratitude.
“How can I repay you, my princ—”
“N-No! It’s fine, please! I don’t need anything. You’re safe, that’s all that matters. I wouldn’t want anything bad happening to you, so just…”
And now he was rambling.
Nice going, Telemachus. Might as well confess to her right here and now, right? Just go for it!
Before he could continue his spiral, both of you noticed a familiar silhouette approaching. As she got closer, you immediately recognized her.
And she did not seem pleased.
“Queen Penelope! Forgive me, I was delayed on my way to the kitchen. I’ll quickly fetch your meal as you requested—”
“No, it’s alright, Y/n. You are not the one I am concerned with.”
Her gaze shifted sharply to Telemachus, her eyes almost piercing through him.
The boy’s soul nearly escaped his body when he saw the way his mother looked at him.
“Son, come with me.” Penelope turned and walked away without another word.
Telemachus glanced back at you, taking in your beautiful presence one last time.
“I…”
“Quickly, Telemachus.”
If there was one thing he didn’t want to do, it was anger his mother. He feared her more than any god.
“I’lltalktoyoulaterbye!” he blurted out as he hurried to catch up with her.
That… was something. For a first impression, it wasn’t that bad, right?
Right?
Ah, shit.
He followed Penelope as they walked through the halls, still unsure of where they were headed, but he kept his pace with her.
Eventually, they reached the palace garden. A place where Penelope liked to unwind, where Telemachus often rested, and where you, conveniently, loved to work.
The queen sat beside the marble fountain, and Telemachus followed suit. A comfortable silence fell between them as they enjoyed the peaceful moment. It had been some time since they’d spent time together, and both of them treasured even the smallest moments.
what if. What. What if like. A daughter of Odysseus reader and Antinous had a kid together? How would everyone around them react?
(THIS IS MY FIRST TIME EVER SENDING YOU AN ASK HELLO HI I LOVE ALL OF YIUR ANTINOUS CONTENT THATMAN IS. SOMETHING. SO SORRY IF MY REQUEST MAKES YOU UNCOMFORTABLE)
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Odysseus’ Reaction:
🐗- Absolute, world ending fury. The second he hears the news, he nearly crushes his goblet in his grip. The same man who insulted his home, harassed his wife, and tried to steal his throne is now the father of his grandchildren?
🐗— He storms through the palace, his voice echoing through the halls as he demands to know how this happened. Why did his daughter—his own flesh and blood—choose that man?
🐗—-If Antinous is anywhere in sight, Odysseus grabs him by the tunic and glares daggers into his soul. He probably threatens to kill him on the spot.
🐗—But when the child is born, something shifts. He stares at the small bundle in his arms, and his rage falters. This child has his blood too. No matter how much he despises Antinous, this baby is innocent.
🐗—- That doesn’t mean he suddenly likes Antinous, though. Every time he sees him, he gives him that silent, deadly glare that says “I haven’t forgiven you.”
Penelope’s Reaction:
🧶— When she first hears the news, she sighs deeply and rubs her temples. She loves her daughter, but this? This is going to be a mess.
🧶—She’s not angry exactly—more exhausted. She already had to deal with one suitor problem. Now there’s another mini one in her family?
🧶—- But she’s wise enough to understand that love doesn’t always make logical sense. If her daughter is happy, she won’t interfere.
🧶—-The moment her grandchild is born, she’s one of the first to hold them. She kisses their forehead and whispers, “Poor thing, you’ll have quite the brute for a father.”
Telemachus’ Reaction:
🐺—He is SEETHING. When his sister tells him she’s having Antinous’ child, he almost chokes.
🐺—-“Are you joking? Out of ALL the men in Greece, you chose HIM?”
🐺— He refuses to be in the same room as Antinous for a long time. Every time they cross paths, he looks one step away from drawing his sword.
🐺— He’s insanely protective over his sister, so the thought of Antinous being her husband boils his blood.
🐺— However, when the baby is born, his rage crumbles just a little. He begrudgingly holds his niece/nephew and mutters, “Fine. But if they turn out like their father, I’m blaming you.”
🐺—- He secretly spoils the kid a lot, teaching them how to fight, sneaking them sweets, and glaring at Antinous whenever he tries to parent.
Antinous as a Father:
🍷—The smuggest father in all of Greece. He walks around with his child in his arms like he’s the proudest man alive.
🍷—- He loves rubbing it in Odysseus’ and Telemachus’ faces. “Guess the royal family just couldn’t resist my charm, huh?”
🍷—-If the baby has any of his features, he won’t shut up about it. “See that? My strong jaw. My sharp nose. Clearly, they’re going to be a heartbreaker like their father.”
🍷—-But despite his arrogance, he’s actually super protective. If anyone so much as looks at his child wrong, he’s throwing hands. He adores his partner and kids, even if his parenting style is a bit weird. He lets them get away with too much and encourages their bratty side just to annoy Odysseus.
okay imagine him w fem s/o who's like so oblivious and doesn't get when ppl trying to hit on her
antinous getting jealous after seeing her talking with someone or one of the suitors and gets moody all day and she's not understanding why he's mad but she's trying to make him feel better and asking him like
"are you mad at me?" "i am not mad at you.." "but you look and sound mad-" "I've said I'm not mad at you." "but-" "I SWEAR TO HADES IF YOU ASK ONE MORE TIME!" "..." "so you are mad at me ;("
Are you mad at me?
A/N : Nothing much to say but I had fun writing him! Antinous art is from duvetbox.
WARNING : Antinous, Female requested reader, Antinous x Reader.
Word Count : 612
Antinous was having a week. Being one of Penelope's many suitors was a special kind of torture. Especially when you, the object of his affections, seemed utterly oblivious to the subtle power plays and peacocking that filled the palace halls.
Today's source of Antinous' inner turmoil? You were showing off your juggling skills with apples pilfered from the royal kitchens. And your audience? Eurymachus, the buffoon of the suitor crowd, who was laughing so hard he nearly choked on a stray apple core.
Antinous scowled from his corner, meticulously polishing his sword. He'd tried the broodingly handsome stare. He'd attempted the casually impressive flexing of his biceps while "stretching." He'd even offered you the choicest cut of roasted boar at dinner last night, only for you to thank him sweetly and then share it with Telemachus' dog.
Now, juggling apples with Eurymachus. It was almost a personal affront.
Finally, an apple bounced off Eurymachus' head, and your juggling act dissolved into giggles. You turned, your eyes landing on Antinous.
"Oh, hey Antinous!" you called out cheerfully. "Did you see that one? I almost had five!"
Antinous grunted, trying to maintain his air of aloof disinterest. "Indeed."
You bounded over to him, missing the way Eurymachus' gaze followed you. "You're awfully quiet today. Usually, you're... well, you're usually very opinionated about the quality of the wine or the way Melantho braids her hair."
"Perhaps I am simply lost in profound thought," Antinous said stiffly.
You peered at him, your brow furrowed. "About what? The best way to win Penelope's hand?"
He nearly choked on his own spit. "What? No! Absolutely not!"
"Oh," you said, then brightened. "Are you thinking about the new fishing nets? Philoetius was saying they're a revolutionary design!"
Antinous stared at you. Fishing nets? Was this woman for real?
"Are you... mad at me?" you asked, reaching out to touch his forehead.
He flinched slightly at the contact. "No."
"You sound mad at me," you observed, your hand now resting on his arm.
"I don't," Antinous replied, his voice a low growl.
"You're mad at me, aren't you?" you pressed, your eyes searching his.
"Not." He ground out.
"Yes, you are," you insisted, a small smile playing on your lips.
"FOR THE LOVE OF THE GODS IF YOU REPEAT THAT AGAIN I WILL-" Antinous bellowed, causing several nearby suitors to jump.
You blinked, your smile widening. "So you ARE mad at me!"
Antinous stared, speechless. He took a deep breath, trying to regain his composure. "..."
"...Are you?" you prompted, your expression a picture of innocent curiosity.
Antinous' shoulders slumped in defeat. He massaged his temples. This was going nowhere. He was surrounded by scheming, self-serving men, engaged in a constant battle of one-upmanship for a queen's hand, and the one person who truly captured his attention was blissfully unaware of the green-eyed monster currently residing in his chest.
You patted his arm reassuringly. "Don't worry, Antinous. Whatever it is, I'm sure it'll be alright. Maybe you just need a nap? You get awfully grumpy when you don't get enough sleep."
He just groaned and buried his face in his hands. Being a suitor was bad enough. Being a jealous suitor whose affections were met with such charming obliviousness was a special kind of hell. And yet... the way your smile crinkled the corners of your eyes... the way you genuinely seemed concerned...
He peeked through his fingers as you skipped off to find more apples, leaving a bewildered Eurymachus in your wake. Maybe, just maybe, this oblivious charm of yours was more potent than any calculated flirtation. He just had to figure out how to navigate it without losing his mind (or his very limited patience lol).
