Idk if you still want more requests for pics buuuut
(I'm the same one who did the lee!elpenor)
Lee! Telemachus
Lee! Argos (I fucking love his old lol doggo, don't ask he's js a cutie patootie)
A/n: Oh my goodness I loved this. I've never written for a dog before but that was a fun experience/srs. But I agree, I also fucking love this doggo. Also genuinely I loooooove telemarketer so much 💗😭 This is short and sweet, I hope that's okay!
Lee: Telemachus
Ler: Argos, slightly Penelope
Word count: 802
Warnings: Tickles and the suitors being jerks, let me know if I need to add anything!
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A rough shove sent Telemachus into the nearby wall. Antinous smirked that sickening smirk and snickered in his face.
“Oops.”
What a sentiment. Telemachus thought, pushing himself off the wall and finding a space to sit for dinner.
As usual, he ate silently. The suitors around him laughed and made jokes at his expense. Most of them weren’t even funny at all, just insulting.
One of the nicer suitors - well, nice is very much an overstatement, but you get the jist - nudged his ribs, laughing harshly after a joke that finally wasn’t directed at him. The Prince jumped nearly two feet in the air, thanks to being zoned out and the placement of the attempt at getting his attention.
“Oh, jumpy, are we?” Antinous teased. Of course he’d seen that.
“I just wasn’t paying attention,” he grumbled, picking at the meat on his plate.
“Oh-ho? Grumpy as well?” Antinous stood up and leaned across the table to talk in Telemachus’ face. “He’s just like a little child! A little wolf, even.”
His face went red-hot, glaring at the suitor. “I am not doing this today.”
He stood up from his seat and turned to walk out of the dining hall, but a bang on the table behind him made him freeze.
Antinous had slammed a fist on the table, and was laughing wildly. “Can’t even handle a joke, huh, little wolf?”
Telemachus sighed. “Can you continue with your jokes tomorrow?” He said, irritated. “I’m turning in for the night.”
Antinous looked taken aback. Before he could get any more insults out, Telemachus was already down the hall, unable to hear him anymore.
So, after that particularly long day of insults and vague threats, the Prince of Ithaca retired to his room, Argos following suit.
Telemachus plopped onto his bed, taking a deep breath and rubbing his temples tiredly. He propped himself up on his elbows, looking over the side of his bed and noticing the literal puppy dog eyes gazing up at him.
He smiled and patted the mattress beside him. Argos happily jumped up next to him and settled with his head on the boy’s stomach. He laid back down dramatically.
“Argos,” he groaned. “What do I do? They were so annoying today.”
The dog only whined slightly.
Telemachus laughed. “It doesn’t matter, anyways. At least for right now, huh, boy?”
Another whine. He placed a hand on Argos’ head. The dog got up again, this time laying fully on the Prince’s body.
“Oof,” he huffed, grinning widely. Argos licked his neck repeatedly. Telemachus flinched, bringing his arm around Argos gently and turning his own head away.
“Ahargos!” he yelped, scrunching up his shoulders. Argos barked quietly before nuzzling into his neck. “Thahat tihickles!”
The dog obviously didn’t respond, but he did keep nuzzling. Telemachus groaned, twisting his head to the other side. I mean, yeah, sure, he could have moved Argos. But, y’know, where’s the fun in that?
Argos, after going the entire day with a grumpy Telemachus, was excited to finally get some attention. What does a happy dog do? Wag their tail! Unfortunately - not really unfortunate, but, who cares? - his tail was right on his stomach, so that was not helping.
He giggled into his pillow, tucking his knees upward and digging his heels into the bed. He stayed like that for a couple more minutes - until he heard a knock on the door and a soft “Telemachus?” from a feminine voice.
He gasped and gently nudged Argos off of him and sat up, just in time for his mother to walk in. Argos whined while resting his head in the Prince’s lap. Telemachus bit the inside of his cheek to hide his laughter.
“Mom?” He said, slightly panicked. “What’s wrong?”
Penelope smiled. “I heard some precious giggles coming from here. I thought I’d investigate.”
The Prince adopted a slight red hue to his face and neck. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, mother.”
She raised an eyebrow suspiciously, moving to sit at the foot of his bed. She put a comforting hand on his knee. “Of course you don’t, honey.”
Argos, as if on cue, stood and licked his neck again before laying right back down. Telemachus jumped and choked out a small giggle. He turned bright red and turned his face away.
“You’re just like your father,” Penelope chuckled, poking her son’s stomach playfully.
He squeaked and grabbed her hand. “Okay, mom!”
“Careful,” she warned, using her other hand to rapid-fire poke him, “Sassyness will only warrant more pokes. Especially if I get those giggles out of it.”
“Okay! Okay, I’m sohorry!” He yelped, covering his torso protectively. She stopped and he yawned loudly.
Penelope fondly smiled. “You should get to bed, Prince.”
He nodded, laying down and turning towards Argos. “Goodnight, mom.”
Adores receiving tickles from Mr. Plant! Especially gentle ones. And especially when cuddling.
Somehow even without Mr. Plant saying anything, but just smiling sweetly makes Argos 10× more flustered.
Has the highest pitches of squeals when tickly startled. Mr. Plant found this out when he decided to squeeze Argos's side to get his attention.
Has a squeaky snort laugh!!
Is more sensitive to dragging fingernails.
He's definitely ticklish everywhere! However, depending on the spot and how long it's tickled for, the lower the sensitivity of that spot becomes (until next time).
Loves getting scalp scritches for aftercare! It makes him sleepily melt.
He's always dizzy and giggly after a tickle session. Mr. Plant helps with anything Argos needs, and always has a water bottle at the ready.
Loves getting cheer up tickles! Unless he's angry, and he'll communicate it. Mr. Plant always listens.
Ler:
Does his best!
Mr. Plant isn't the most ticklish person in the Void, but Argos loves his breathy giggles non the less.
Accidentally found out that the area around Mr. Plant's petals are ticklish! Though, he never stays there for long because of how delicate they are, and Mr. Plant starts to panic. The first time it happened, Argos immediately apologized and comforted Mr. Plant.
Had to learn not to be so rough! He's gotten much better at being gentle! Mr. Plant is proud.
Tries his best to tease, but sometimes he just ends up flustering himself.
Though on the days he doesn't fluster himself, he will pick out all of his favorite tickly things about Mr. Plant to make the poor flower oh so red like a rose~
