#polites x eurylochus

[caramellcandy]

mwah!

[randomciabatta724]

Some Polites headcanons because they're good for the soul.

Note: these are a mix of details from the musical I wanted to expand on, stuff I've read from other posts, and things I randomly came up with.

He was in the frontlines (or at least near them) during the Trojan war. Not because he wanted to fight, he just thought "if I have to join the battle, I'll at least shield those behind me". I took this from Survive, because he had to be pretty close to Polyphemus to be the first one hit by the club.

Self sacrificial. Very self sacrificial. Would die for the crew, especially for Odysseus and Eurylochus.

Loves dates. Either on their own or with honey. I don't know why, he just gives me the vibe.

Had night terrors both during and after the war. Either nightmares about the people he killed (let's face it, you don't come out of a 10 year war without getting blood on your hands) or his friends dying in battle. Never explicitly told anyone, but he would stay with his friends a little longer the morning after. Also picked a lot more night watch turns as a result, just to get his mind off of things.

Bruises/gets injured extremely easily, and doesn't notice/care. Especially if someone else is hurt too. "Are you alright?" asks Polites to another soldier while coughing up blood.

Also very durable, somehow. That's why Polyphemus had to hit him twice/j.

Myopic king. The glasses are a gift from Athena, because she was like "I think you're a soft-hearted fool, but I'll be damned if you embarrass my Warrior of the Mind because you can't see beyond the bridge of your nose".

The type of person to keep eating horrible/possibly poisoned food just to not offend the person who prepared it. Odysseus had to smack the lotus out of his hand because he would have still taken a bite to not make the lotus eaters upset (he brought some with him anyway, that's where Odysseus got the lotuses to put in the wine).

Many have already said this, he's the therapist friend before therapy was invented.

Gives the best hugs.

Taller than Odysseus but shorter than Eurylochus (Odysseus reaches Polites' chest, Polites reaches Eurylochus' nose).

Apologises when he bumps into furniture. It's a reflex, he doesn't notice he does it. It's a remnant of his pre-glasses days, when he couldn't distinguish a person from a vase.

The ancient Greek equivalent of a Godfather to Telemachus.

Extremely trusting, sometimes a little too much (fun fact: in the Odyssey he's like the first one to enter Circe's palace).

Very forgiving. He gives second, third, even fourth chances like it's nothing, no matter how badly someone hurts him. You have to be pretty forgiving to still think about greeting the world with open arms after being clubbed to death. (Note: this does not apply to his friends getting hurt).

When he takes off his bandana, his curls reach his shoulders and cover his left eye, and it gives him a whole different vibe. He still radiates warmth, but it's not the same. Kinda like the sun at noon and the sun at dusk. The second is still warm and welcoming, but dimmer, softer, maybe a little darker. People have mistaken him for someone else because of this.

Super heavy sleeper. One time when they were younger, Odysseus and Eurylochus decided to try and wake him up by making the most noise possible. They did not succeed.

His first kiss was Eurylochus while Odysseus was away in Sparta to court Penelope.

One time, someone tried to rob him. The guy was like "Give me your money!" and Polites was like "Oh dear, look at you, of course I'll give you my money, you look like you really need it. Also, why don't you come to my house so I can give you some food and clean clothes?". The thief was so ashamed of himself he ran away.

He befriended Charon in the Underworld.

You know the plague that Apollo sent during the Iliad? He may or may not have gotten it, I haven't decided yet.

Considering that in epic the sirens have the ability to shapeshift into loved ones, there was definitely a siren Polites somewhere during Suffering/Different Beast.

He's generally a very calm person, the only thing that really gets him angry is when his friends get hurt. And when he's angry, he's not someone to mess with. He can and will kick ass. And the thing that rubs salt in the wound is that if you get beat up by Polites, it's almost certainly your fault, because Polites isn't the kind of person that goes around randomly beating people up. And very few people wish to carry the title "The person who got beat up by Polites".

SPOILERS AHEAD!!!

The last headcanon is something I've also based a scenario on. Basically, after Odysseus kills the suitors, they go to the Underworld. Most of them are still shaken up by the whole thing, which is understandable, getting shot by an enemy you can't see while unarmed in the dark is not fun, but not Antinous. Antinous is pissed. And so he rallies up the other suitors, he gives a whole speech where he basically says they can get revenge on Odysseus once he joins them there and also reveals all the shit they did while he was gone. And Polites is like, talking to Eurylochus or something, when he overhears. And so he goes to give Antinous the beating of his life because you do **not** disrespect his best friend and his family like that. And the suitors+Eurylochus are watching from a corner, with the suitors getting even more scared.

That's it. Nothing more :)

I know Eurylochus is married to Ctimene but I SHIP HIM AND POLITES SO BAD AAAAAAAAHHHHHH

[scuorge101]

Would my followers be chill if I posted Eurylochus x Polites or Odysseus x Polites art soon

I already posted Eury x Polites art once I just want to make sure *glances around*

[lazy-indigo]

I stand by the idea that out of the trio, Polites would be the most willing to manwhore his way out of trouble. No wonder Jay had to kill him off so soon. There would’ve been no conflict. /silly

[bugbear55]

waiter.. waiter i need… eurysseus content.. 😞😞

sure!

imagine getting brother in law zoned. yeouch

[also ik the sailors had their ears plugged but imagine theyre like right next to eachother ok]

[shwoooops]

Someone should write something where it's the Greek heroes from the Iliad watching odysseus during the odyssey from the afterlife. like achilles and company just being like yea fuck that guy up man. u got that. or he's crying over missing penelope and telemachus and they just feel bad for him or smth.

could also be them all listening/watching the epic songs/animatics 🦭

(even tho a lot of them don't die it's a fun idea in theory)

[jjpsc]

Odysseus: YOU'RE PREGNANT!!!!

Eurylochus: SHHH BUT DON'T SCREAM IT OUT

Polites: stop yelling and let's focus on the important thing, who is the father.

Odysseus: right, you've linked yourself to most of the Olympians, who of the ones here is the father,

Eurylochus: ah...

Ares:...

Zeus:...

Poseidon:...

Helios:...

Hermes:...

[farbexx]

tried something new..

[thatonegreekgodwrites]

“ECHOES OF ELYSIUM”

Odysseus x Fem!Reader

warnings. sexual assault, slavery, a greek retelling, eventual smut, war/gore, this won’t have a happy ending

pairing. odysseus x fem! reader (inspired by epic:the musical)

in the heart of troy, amidst the towering walls and architecture, the city bustled with the vibrant energy of its people. the market squares were filled with the sounds of merchants haggling and children playing, unaware of the shadow of war creeping ever closer. within the palace, the air was different—heavier with the scent of incense and the hum of anticipation.

you, a young slave girl with kind eyes and calloused hands, moved silently through the halls. your life was one of routine and quiet obedience, your existence almost invisible among the grandeur of the palace. today, however, was a day of celebration, and even you could not escape the excitement that seemed to permeate the very stones of troy.

the reason for the festivities was the birth of the heir, the firstborn son of prince hector and his beloved wife, andromache. the birth of the child promised new hope and joy, a symbol of strength and continuity. their legacy now secured if the gods favored them so. the celebration was to be grand, with nobles and warriors alike gathering to honor the new prince and his family.

you had been tasked with pouring wine for the guests. it was a simple task, yet it required precision and grace—qualities that had been drilled into you from a young age. you carried a large jug, the cool red liquid sloshing gently inside, as you made your way to the grand hall.

as you entered the hall, you were struck by the sight before you. the room was adorned with rich tapestries and garlands of flowers. the tables were laden with food and drink, and the air was filled with the murmur of conversation and the occasional burst of laughter. at the center of it all was prince hector, his tall frame and noble bearing making him easily recognizable. beside him stood andromache, cradling their newborn son, both of them beaming with pride and joy.

you approached the head table with a steady gait, careful not to draw too much attention to yourself. you dipped your head respectfully, eyes fixed on the ground. you could feel the weight of the guests' gazes on you, but you remained focused, constantly reminding yourself to not make a mistake in your mind as you were known to be a bit clumsy.

"wine, my lord?" you asked softly, voice barely above a whisper.

hector turned to you, his expression warm and kind. "yes, thank you," he said, gesturing to the goblet before him.

you carefully poured the wine, the liquid catching the light and sparkling as it filled the goblet. moving down the table, you repeated the process for andromache and the other guests. as you worked, you couldn't help but steal glances at the infant in andromache's arms. the baby boy, unaware of the significance of his birth, slept peacefully, his tiny chest rising and falling with each breath.

the celebration continued, the sounds of music and laughter filling the hall. you retreated to the edges of the room, task completed only for the moment. you watched the scene unfold, a mixture of longing and contentment in your heart. despite your status, you found joy in the happiness of others, even if it was a distant joy.

the night wore on and you remained vigilant, ready to attend to any needs that might arise. you and everyone else were unaware of the storm brewing beyond the walls of troy, the consequences of paris' actions casting a long shadow over the kingdom that would consume them in darkness in due time. for now, in this moment of peace, the future seemed bright and full of promise.

but you knew, as did everyone in troy, that peace was a fragile thing, easily shattered by the whims of fate. and as you stood in the grand hall, the echoes of the past and the whispers of the future intertwined, creating a tapestry of uncertainty that would shape the destiny of troy and all who lived within its walls.

lingering on the edges of the grand hall, your eyes scanning the room for any sign that you might be needed. the celebration for the birth of hector's son was still going even as night fell, the hall being brought alive with music and laughter.

suddenly, the room seemed to tilt as a hand gripped your shoulder, pulling you roughly into the light.

you turned to see hector's younger brother, prince deiphobus, his face flushed with wine and his eyes glazed with a drunken haze. he was known for his roguish charm, but tonight, it was more than evident that he had indulged too much.

"well, well, what do we have here?" he slurred, his hand wandering from your shoulder down your arm, lingering in a way that made your skin crawl. "a pretty little dove in the midst of all these hawks."

you stiffened, your pulse quickening as you bit your tongue, swallowing the surge of disgust that rose within you. you were a servant—a slave, and he was a prince. to resist would mean severe punishment, which meant you had no choice but to endure.

"my lord, can i get you some water?" you offered, hoping to distract him, your voice steady despite the turmoil within.

deiphobus laughed, a sound that was more menacing than mirthful. "water? no, i have something else in mind." his hand moved to your waist, drawing you closer as his breath was hot and reeking of alcohol against your ear. "tell me, does a slave like you know how to have fun?"

you forced a smile, the muscles in your face straining with the effort. "i am here to serve, my lord, in whatever way pleases you."

he grinned, his hand sliding lower. "good girl," he murmured, fingers tracing the curve of your hip. "i knew you would understand."

every fiber of your being screamed to pull away, but you remained still, eyes fixed on the ground. you could feel the weight of the guests' gazes on you, some watching with curiosity, others with indifference—after all, your plight meant nothing to them.

"why don't we find a quieter place, hmm?" deiphobus suggested, his tone laced with a dangerous edge.

"deiphobus," helenus called out from next to them, raising his goblet to his lips as he quirked a brow, voice calm but commanding. "leave her be."

deiphobus turned, a drunken sneer on his face. "ah, helenus. always the serious one. why don't you go back to your scrolls and leave the fun to me?"

helenus' eyes narrowed. "surely you can go one night without tainting another servant. find entertainment elsewhere and by the gods, remember that you're a prince, have some decorum."

deiphobus scoffed, but the firmness in helenus's voice gave him pause. he let go of you with a rough shove, making you stumble back. "fine, fine," he muttered, turning away with a dismissive wave. "always spoiling the fun."

helenus watched him go, his expression unchanging until deiphobus disappeared into the crowd. then, he turned to you, his gaze softening ever so slightly. "next time you ought to remember i won't be able to stop him, i suggest you find a way to keep your hands busy."

you nodded with a tug inside your chest. "yes, my lord, thank you."

with that, he looked away, drowning the conversation of the people around him as his own servants served him grapes. you took a deep breath, your hands trembling slightly as you took helenus' advice, moving around the large room to keep yourself occupied and out of the sight of deiphobus.

you felt the fragility of peace hanging in the air, a feeling of knowing that the celebration of new life was shadowed by the impending storm. yet, within the confines of your role, you found a flicker of strength, a resolve to endure whatever fate the gods had in store for you.

author’s note. comment your thoughts, if this does well I’ll continue it over on here and might put more effort into the account. you can find this story also on my wattpad account. thanks for reading!

[caramellcandy]

More eurypoli incorrect quotes cause this is so fun to do

-Polites: So you like cats?

Eurylochus: Yeah

Polites: *tries to impress him by slowly pushing a glass off the table*

-Eurylochus: I don't need to go to bed. I'm not tired, I'll be fine.

Polites: But, darling, I'll be so lonely without you. Come curl up in my arms so I can feel whole again.

Eurylochus: O-oh. Well. Are you trying to seduce me into healthy sleeping patterns??

Polites: Is it working?

-Polites: talk dirty to me, baby~

Eurylochus: The dishes.

Polites: Wh-

Eurylochus: They've been there for 4 days and it's your turn to wash them. You still haven't cleaned them and I have asked you to do so several times.

-Eurylochus: Valentine's day is just a consumrrist holiday thatholds no real value other than drive people insane buying heart shaped chocolates for their significant others and pos-

Polites: I wrote you a poem.

Eurylochus, already crying: You did?

-Eurylochus: Is something burning?

Polites, leaning seductively on the counter: Just my desire for you.

Eurylochus: Polites, the toaster is literally on fire.

-Eurylochus: Stop doing that.

Polites: Stop doing what?

Eurylochus: Saying things that make me wanna kiss the hell out of you.

-Polites: I don't know how to tell you this, but... I love you.

Eurylochus: That's great, Polites. Especially considering the fact we've been married for 6 fucking years.

[kyleetryme]

eury doesn't like this

the og third wheeler

[massiveladycat]

WHO TOLD THEM 😭😭😭😭

1st off my entire life has been destroyed by polites showing up in the underworld also jay said and i quote "That last part is for all the Ody/Polites fanfics".. we're done for

[lazy-indigo]

A collection of Polites x Poseidon and Eurylochus x Zeus doodles :3

Right off the bat, everyone point at @bloodlustwarrior for Zeury’s existence. It is such a chaotic pairing and I love it. Toxic yaoi my fav /j Also naturally had to add in Polites n Poseidon cause I genuinely do love them now ( ◕‿‿◕ ) It’s def my fav god x mortal ship for Epic -w- Doing all of these makes me really appreciate the wackiness this fandom can so casually cook up. I definitely should draw more random crack/rarepairs. So like not saying hand your wacky pairs over,,,but I’m all ears >:]

Although I do just wanna say, I’m not actually that big on Odysseus ships outside of OdyPen + OdyPo. So if I do draw more rarepairs, just never expect an Ody one. Sorry to disappoint :,3 But hey, just means there’s more room for being creative with pairings (¬‿¬)

Mandatory bonus doodle atp:

[thequeenofthedisneyverse]

Eurylochus x Ares??

It's something I've been thinking about, and I can't stop. So...Ares is the god of war, correct? And I'm sure Eurylochus excelled at the trojan war as the best soldier out there.

Pffft...what if Ares happened to be watching because...well...he loves war. And then he saw Eurylochus plunging through soldiers so swiftly and easily. Like everymove was already calculated...

Ares fell in love within an instant, without even seeing Eurylochus' face clearly. But once he did, he fell head over heels even more.

I'm not sure how they would meet but Ares seems like the impulsive type to me and probably introduced himself after the trojan war...probably 20 minutes after.

Eurylochus' reaction to the literal god of war trying to court him

Odysseus and Polites after Eurylochus tells them what happened:

Polites isn't sure whether to believe him or not but the prospect of being asked out by a god OF WAR is terrifying.

Odysseus knows it's true because he's friends with the literal sister of Ares, Athena. A small part of him, 10%, finds this ironic and funny while the other 90% finds it concerning.

I already made them a fankid in my head...if you want to know more just or some potential HC's let me know. And yes, I know Ctimene exists but let's say she married someone else in the AU.

And please, LET ME KNOW! I'm not gonna post other thoughts if people aren't gonna like it.

Edit: Ya'll can find the fic here

[incorrecthomer]

Polites: Why are you two always out during rainstorms? Penelope: It’s so peaceful and refreshing. I love the smell of fresh rainfall. Odysseus: Eurylochus bet me twelve drachmas I couldn’t get struck by lightning and he’s WRONG.

[poppitron360]

DESPERATELY wanna write a Odysseus x Polites AU where Ody decides to keep Astyanax (the infant from the start) and him and Polites raise him together.

No but Polites is such a wholesome and kind-hearted guy he’d be the one person Odysseus would trust to make sure the kid wouldn’t go evil.

Alternatively this is a EuryOdyPoli situation or maybe EuryOdyPoliPen.