#EPIC Antinous

[antinousletmehit]

˚₊‧꒰ა Chapter 24 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

୨୧┇pairing: Telemachus x reader

୨୧┇warnings: WRITTEN BEFORE THE ITHACA SAGA

“My love I’m finally home!”

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As Telemachus’s ship neared the coastline, the familiar silhouette of Ithaca came into view. The salty breeze carried a bittersweet weight, reminding him of home and of the uncertainty that awaited him there. Yet, even as his heart swelled with longing, Athena’s voice echoed in his mind from the night before.

“Dock at the western port, away from the eyes of others. It is safer there.”

He hadn’t questioned her. He never did. Her guidance had saved him countless times during his journey, and though the eastern port was closer to the palace, something in her tone told him this wasn’t a suggestion.

“Acrisios, steer west,” he called out.

His friend furrowed his brow but obeyed without protest, guiding the ship toward the quieter, rockier shore. The crew worked silently, their movements efficient, until the vessel was safely anchored. Telemachus jumped onto the sand, the familiar earth grounding him after weeks at sea.

“Why are we docking here?” Acrisios asked, hands on his hips as he eyed the deserted coastline.

“Athena’s orders,” Telemachus replied, his gaze scanning the surroundings. “She didn’t say why.”

Before Acrisios could respond, a figure emerged from the trees ahead, sprinting toward them. Telemachus squinted, his heart skipping a beat as he recognized the flowing hair and frantic movements.

“Y/N?” he murmured, his breath catching in his throat. She was running full speed, her face streaked with tears. Her dress was slightly disheveled, and her sandals kicked up clouds of dust as she hurried toward him. Telemachus dropped his pack and ran to meet her, his heart pounding.

“Y/N!” he called out, his voice filled with both relief and worry. When she finally reached him, she threw herself into his arms, clutching him tightly as sobs wracked her body. Telemachus held her close, his arms wrapping protectively around her as he murmured her name.

“Y/N, what’s wrong? What happened?” he asked, his voice trembling as he pulled back just enough to see her tear streaked face.

“They… they were going to kill you,” she choked out, her voice breaking. “Antinous and the suitors—they planned to ambush your ship at the eastern port. They wanted to throw you into the sea and… and force Penelope to choose one of them.”

Telemachus’s face hardened, his jaw clenching as anger and disbelief surged through him. “Antinous? My mother’s suitors?”

She nodded, her hands gripping his arms as if afraid he would vanish. “I overheard them… Antinous—he’s so blinded by hatred for you and his ambition for the throne. I didn’t know what to do. I just… I couldn’t let them hurt you.”Telemachus exhaled shakily, his heart breaking at the sight of her tearful, panicked expression. He reached up, brushing the hair from her face and wiping her tears with his thumb.

“it’s okay Y/N,” he whispered, his voice filled with gratitude. “Athena must have known. That’s why she told me to dock here.”

She clung to him, her body trembling as her sobs subsided. “I was so scared, Telemachus. I thought I’d lose you.”

He pulled her close again, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. “You won’t lose me, Y/N. Not now, not ever.”

Behind them, Acrisios cleared his throat awkwardly. “Uh, so… what’s the plan? Because this sounds…like not good.”

Telemachus straightened, his protective instincts flaring as he looked toward the palace in the distance. “The plan is to stop them,” he said firmly, his hand still resting on her back. “But first, I need to know everything. Y/N, tell me everything you overheard.”

She nodded, her voice steadier now as she began recounting the suitors’ plot. Telemachus listened intently, his resolve hardening with each word. Whatever it took, he would protect her, his mother, and his home.

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Y/N and Telemachus stood near the ship, the sea breeze tugging at their hair as they exchanged soft laughter. Acrisios leaned against a nearby post, watching with a mix of annoyance and dread. He could already sense where this was going.

“Are you two done being gross yet?” Acrisios asked, crossing his arms and glaring at them.

Telemachus smirked, turning to Y/N with a mischievous glint in his eye. “What do you think, love? Are we done?”

She giggled, catching on to his plan. “Hmm, I don’t think so.” She leaned in, pressing her lips to Telemachus’s, and the two began kissing—slowly, and with far too much enthusiasm for Acrisius liking.

“By the gods,” acrisios muttered, groaning as he turned his gaze to the sky. “What did I do to deserve this? Zeus, Athena, anyone listening up there, get me out of this nightmare. Get a room!”

Telemachus pulled back just enough to glance at Acrisius, grinning. “What’s the matter, Acrisios? Feeling lonely? Maybe you should tell her how you feel when we get back to the palace.”

Acrisios froze, his eyes narrowing as a flush crept up his neck. “Don’t you dare—”

She tilted her head, curious. “Her? Who’s her?”

“Oh, you didn’t hear?” Telemachus said, feigning innocence as he kissed her cheek. “Our dear Acrisios has a little crush back home. Isn’t that right, Acrisios? Your father’s friend’s daughter, wasn’t it?”

Acrisios turned red, both from embarrassment and frustration. “You swore you wouldn’t bring that up!”

Telemachus laughed, pulling Y/N closer as if to shield himself from Acrisios’s glare. “I didn’t swear anything. Besides, we’re just talking about feelings. Isn’t love worth discussing?”

“I’m going to kill you,” Acrisios muttered, running his hands through his hair. “I swear, Telemachus, one more word and—”

“Relax, Acrisios,” Telemachus interrupted, now fully leaning into Y/N again. “Why don’t you take notes? Who knows, it might help you impress her when we get back.”

She snorted, burying her face in Telemachus’s shoulder to hide her laugh. Acrisios let out a long, exasperated groan, turning his back on them.

“You two are insufferable,” he muttered, stomping away toward the other side of the ship. “If anyone needs me, I’ll be praying to every god I know to send a storm and drown this madness.”

Telemachus couldn’t contain his laughter as he kissed Y/N’s temple. “I think he’s warming up to us.”

She rolled her eyes, but her grin betrayed her amusement. “You’re such a tease.”

“And you love it,” Telemachus teased before pulling her in for another kiss, knowing full well Acrisios could still hear their laughter echoing across the ship. As Acrisios stomped off, grumbling to the gods for mercy, a sly smirk suddenly crossed his face. He spun back around, leaning casually against the railing, arms crossed.

“You know,” he began, his voice dripping with mockery, “it’s funny how confident you are, Telemachus. Especially considering the night I caught you—what was it again? Oh, right. Naked, practicing with a pillow, muttering Y/N’s name.”

Telemachus immediately froze, his face flushing a deep crimson. “You—”

She blinked in confusion. “Practicing with a pillow? Telemachus, what is he talking about?”

“I—he’s lying!” Telemachus stammered, shooting Acrisius a glare that could rival Zeus’s lightning.

Acrisios chuckled darkly, clearly savoring the moment. “Oh, am I? Shall I paint the portrait for her, Telemachus? You were—what was it? Holding the pillow, all desperate, saying, ‘Oh, Y/N, I’ll be so good, I promise!’”

“Acrisios!” Telemachus barked, now completely flustered, while she stared at him with wide eyes before bursting into laughter.

“Oh my gods,” she gasped, clutching her stomach. “Is that true? You practiced on a pillow?”

Telemachus covered his face with his hands, his ears practically glowing red. “It was—it’s not what it sounds like!”

“Oh, it’s exactly what it sounds like,” Acrisios interrupted smugly. “And the best part? He got so into it that when I caught him, he practically jumped out of his skin. He’s lucky the pillow didn’t come to life from sheer embarrassment.”

She was laughing so hard now that tears streamed down her cheeks. “Telemachus, you’re adorable!”

“Adorable?” Telemachus groaned, glaring at Acrisius. “You’re dead, Acrisius. I swear, I’ll throw you overboard myself.”

But Acrisius only raised his hands in mock surrender, his grin unwavering. “Hey, you’re the one who decided to perfect your ‘skills’ on a pillow. I’m just here to share the good news.”

She leaned into Telemachus, still giggling. “I can’t believe you went to those lengths for me. That’s… kind of sweet, actually.”

“Sweet?!” Telemachus exclaimed, clearly mortified.

Acrisios gave a hearty laugh, turning to leave. “Well, I’ve had my fun. I’ll leave you two lovebirds to pillow talk.”

As he walked off, Telemachus groaned, burying his face in his hands again. “I’m never going to live this down, am I?”

“Probably not,” she teased, leaning in to kiss his cheek. “But I think it’s cute that you were so nervous about impressing me.”

Teasing as it was, the soft kiss made Telemachus feel a little better—though he was sure Acrisios would pay for this later.

Acrisios wasn’t done. Oh no, not yet. He turned back once more, arms folded and a mischievous glint in his eye. “You know, Y/N, that pillow story is just the beginning of how utterly pathetic he was over you on the voyage.”

Telemachus groaned, his hand already on his face. “Acrisios, don’t—”

But Acrisios was on a roll. “Oh, I must. She deserves to know the full story.” He smirked. “Like the time he tried carving your name into the mast and spelled it wrong halfway through because he was daydreaming about your ‘beautiful smile.’ The crew still laughs about that.”

Her eyes lit up with amusement. “You carved my name?”

Telemachus mumbled, “It wasn’t that bad.”

“Oh, but it was,” Acrisius said, grinning. “He panicked and tried to cover it up, so now the mast says ‘I/N,’ and he claimed it was a prayer to some obscure goddess of… what was it, Telemachus? Fishing?”

She burst out laughing again, and Telemachus turned a deeper shade of crimson. “It was just one mistake,” he muttered.

“One mistake?!” Acrisios snorted. “How about the time he made us stop at that random island because he thought he saw flowers that looked like the ones you like? Turned out they were just weeds, and we wasted a whole day while he dug around like some love struck idiot.”

She gasped through her laughter. “You stopped your entire voyage? For flowers?”

“They looked like the ones you liked!” Telemachus protested, his voice cracking. “How was I supposed to know they weren’t?”

Acrisios raised an eyebrow. “And let’s not forget how he insisted on fishing every single day, convinced he’d catch a rare sea fish ‘worthy’ of you. And guess how many he actually caught? None.”

She was in stitches now, clutching her sides. “Oh gods, Telemachus, you’re hopeless!”

“And don’t even get me started on how he lectured us all on how to be proper gentlemen, because apparently, ‘Y/N deserves nothing but the best.’” Acrisius mimicked Telemachus’s voice mockingly, earning a glare from his friend.

She wiped tears from her eyes, grinning ear to ear. “You really did all that for me?”

“Don’t encourage him,” Telemachus groaned, glaring daggers at Acrisius. “You’re just making it worse.”

But she leaned in, giving him a soft kiss on the cheek. “It’s sweet, Telemachus. You’re ridiculous, but sweet.”

“Ridiculously pathetic,” Acrisios added, snickering. “But hey, who am I to judge? I guess it worked. She’s still here.”

Telemachus shot him a warning look. “If you don’t leave right now, I swear by Poseidon’s trident, I’m going to—”

“All right, all right, I’m going!” Acrisios said, throwing his hands up in mock surrender. As he walked away, he muttered loud enough for them to hear, “I/N… honestly.”

Telemachus groaned, burying his face in her shoulder. “Why do I even keep him around?”

She just laughed, stroking his hair. “Because deep down, you love him too. And besides, now I have some hilarious stories to tell.”

Telemachus groaned again. “Great. Just great.”

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As Telemachus leaned into Y/N’s embrace, his attention was suddenly caught by the soft sound of paws shuffling against the stone floor. His breath hitched as a figure slowly approached them—a familiar, graying dog, moving with measured steps.

“Argos?” Telemachus whispered, his voice tinged with disbelief.

The old dog’s ears perked up slightly at the sound of his name, his cloudy eyes lifting to meet Telemachus. Despite his age, there was still a spark of recognition in Argos’s gaze. Slowly but surely, he made his way toward the pair, his tail giving the faintest wag. She smiled softly and crouched down, holding out her hand. “Come here, boy,” she murmured, her voice gentle.

To Telemachus’s shock, Argos didn’t hesitate. He padded over and nuzzled her outstretched hand, his tail wagging a little more energetically now. Pandora ran her fingers through his fur, her touch careful and soothing.

Telemachus blinked in astonishment. “Wait… he lets you touch him?”

She glanced up at him, amused. “Why wouldn’t he? He’s a sweetheart.”

Telemachus shook his head, still staring at the scene before him. “Argos barely let anyone near him, especially after Father left. He was loyal only to him and mother. I mean, even I have to earn his attention most days.”

She chuckled, scratching behind Argos’s ears as the dog leaned into her hand with a contented sigh. “Maybe he just knows I’m not a threat. Animals can sense these things, you know.”

“Or maybe he’s just as charmed by you as everyone else,” Telemachus muttered, crossing his arms but smiling faintly.

She gave him a playful look. “Jealous of your dog now?”

“No,” Telemachus said quickly, but his expression betrayed him. He knelt down beside Y/N and reached out to pet Argos as well. The dog’s tail thumped against the floor, and Telemachus felt a swell of emotion in his chest.

“I can’t believe he’s still here,” Telemachus murmured, his voice soft. “I thought… after all these months, I wasn’t sure if I’d ever see him again.”

She glanced at him, her teasing tone replaced by something gentler. “He’s been waiting for you, Telemachus. Just like the rest of us.”

Telemachus’s throat tightened, and he gave Argos a firm pat on the side, his fingers brushing against her as they both tended to the old dog. “I guess he’s smarter than I gave him credit for,” Telemachus said, his voice thick with emotion.

Argos let out a low, contented huff, resting his head on her knee. She smiled down at him, then looked up at Telemachus. “See? He approves of me. You should take notes.”

Telemachus laughed softly, the weight of everything they’d been through momentarily lifting. “Fine. You win. Argos likes you more than me.”

“And don’t you forget it,” she replied with a wink, her fingers still moving gently through Argos’s fur.

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[omegafett99]

i love this so damn much.

Antinous: *pops into the Underworld* What the fuck was that?, did I just get interrupted in the middle of my final note!? *Checks for any obolus and sighs* Great, now I have to wai-

*600 souls appear before him*

Antinous: *jumps back* What the fuck!?

*The 600 souls slightly separate to give Eurylochus and Polites to step through, Polites and Eurylochus give a hateful glare at Antinous*

Eurylochus: Before you ask, I'm Odysseus's former brother-in-law...

Polties: And I'm his best friend...

Antinous: ..... *Immediately dashes for it but remembers he can't go anywhere*

Polties: Brothers *lets out a gleeful grin and cracks his knuckles* let's greet our friend with "open arms"

*A loud amount of painful screams ensue*

[zippyskyfalls]

Alright, new AU time!

This one is a lot different than most of my AU's, because this one takes place AFTER the events of EPIC

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Antinous thought it was all over the minute that arrow hit the edge of his throat, his plan had been perfect. Yet whoever had shot him was obviously skilled... they wanted some form of control over the suitors. He just had to hope he would meet his friends in Asphodel.

At least, that's what he thought would happen.

He woke up with his body laying between bodies of sand and grass, vision blurry as he began to scan around for any sign of life

"Oh, you have got to be kidding me."

It was the voice of a woman.

In most situations, the voice would have felt rather soothing. But with the tone of the words that had escaped her mouth, and the current situation he found himself in, he needed pure focus in this situation.

He needed some kind of control.

The suitor jerked his body to sit up, forcing himself to stare in the direction of the voice when his vision finally began to clear.

Her skin tan and eyes almost golden. Her hair was brown fading into a dark blond as it was tied in a halo braid with soft curles to the side. Her outfit a deep, mute red with golden symbols of the sun tattooed on both the outfit and her skin.

Her face however screamed of disgust as she offered Antinous a hand up, to which he confusingly took.

What was even happening right now?

"Follow, suitor." She snarled beginning to walk to a terracotta Palace with markings of the sun and flowers all around. Antinous, though confused, forced himself to walk.

He needed to get answers somehow.

"In most cases," she began, her hair bouncing back as two tree Nymphs opened the door, alarmed expressions on their face as soon as they spotted Antinous. "You would be turned into a pig, especially after the horrible stunt you had pulled in Ithaca."

How did this random lady know anything about that? How long had he even been out for if rumor had spread so fast.

"But the Gods have ultimately decided that you need to stay alive, so I'll have to make sure your live is a living inferno in here."

She stared back at him, a mix of confusion and disgust on her face as she stopped walking. "Was your throat so horribly injured that you've lost the ability to speak?"

He'd barely even thought of what happened to his throat during that. When he pressed a hand onto his neck, he could feel the light brush of bandages on his throat.

"I-I apologize. I didn't-"

"Your name."

"Antinous." He muttered, forcing himself to stare up at the woman in front of him. She didn't feel normal, not at all. Something out of this world reeked from her.

Something Devine.

"I suppose I'm forced to tell you my name, it's Circe. Lady Circe to you. Are we clear?" She narrowed her eyes, awaiting the suitor to respond.

"I said, are we clear?"

"Yes, mam."

Circe called for a nymph, who quickly handed her an outfit. The nymph didn't even seem to glance at Antinous as she nervously left.

Circe tossed the clothes to him, barely even phased by how clumsily he managed to pick them up.

"Come now, you've got work to do."

"Work?"

"Yes." She nodded, rolling her eyes as if Antinous was meant to wake up with this information.

"You're the Servant of Circe, after all."

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THANK YOU FOR READING!!!

I can't spoil much since this will be posted on my official YouTube channel soon (@Zippyskyfalls!), but I wanted Tumblr (arguably the platform I'm most popular in since most of my subscribers don't watch my videos by now) to be the first people to get to see my AU!

I hope you all enjoyed reading!!! See you guys soon~

[brisa-art]

EPIC the musical fan art

[whereisdiomedes]

Draw a cover :>

art process video

[universitysunflowers]

on a call listening to my best friend babbling about epic and had to do a double take when she called him antivirus instead of antinous

[the-french-fry]

MADE BY URS TRULYYYY

[xxtani16]

So, I've been writing a little AU during Hold Them Down, and I noticed something.

When I had planned the fic, I thought I would have to change the lyrics to make Antinous' speech sound more like a real speech.

But I actually did not have to change practically anything. Why? Because when I looked at the lyrics, the plain words, without the sound behind it, I started recognizing all those little details I had been taught are used when doing public speeches.

It actually reminded me a lot of some of the speeches I had had to study.

Even the repetition of 'hold them down', which I had thought would be the more... Song related choice, actually uses the same techniques of a lot of famous speeches. You may be familiar with the speech of Martin Luther King 'I have a Dream'

And when you listen to the song and HOW he delivers the lines... His voice goes up in the right places when he wants to egg the others on, He emphasizes the right words, and lowers his voice in the perfect places to get the attention AND make them feel part of a secret. A really, really good delivery which the music does not sacrifice, but actually helps.

I won't go more in detail about the technicalities but this is to say... This might actually be the reason why Antinous is the Leader of the Suitors. Maybe he isn't the strongest. He sure as hell isn't of the highest rank.

But he is an Orator. And a damn good one.

His WORDS are his weapons.

And a lot of people will tell you just how dangerous a Good orator with BAD morals/intentions is.

And what I find even more intriguing? You know who else is known and we SEE use their words as their strongest weapons? Athena and Odysseus.

Hell, Odysseus is the only other person in EPIC who is SHOWN giving a speech. (THATI).

[stylosha]

YEEEYYYYYYYYYYYY <3

so tumblr / tiktok has been throwing antinous x calypso in my face for a while now and i gotta say.... sounds like a horrendous relationship. im sooo in. where do i sign up

[the-ace-reader]

Antinous, to the other suitors: Aren’t you tired of being nice? Don’t you want to go APE SHIT?

Odysseus, standing behind him: Yes. :)

Antinous, .2 seconds before death: Oh, shi-

[antinousletmehit]

Okay please hear me out…

after seeing the amazing art of @simpformoonkight for Aphrodite gamble now I can’t stop thinking about what if when reader first meet Telemachus after first arriving at the palace, reader is wearing more boyish cloths due to that is all they had at the time before arriving at the palace and after a while she receives a pretty dress and gets dolled up and something like this happened:

Tele: YOU LOOK LIKE A GIRL?!?! Reader: that’s what I am halfwit!!! 😡 tele: yeah but today you look it!! reader: *proceeds to chase him fuming mad wanting to beat him up*

Wait stop I love this ask

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Y/N stepped into the main hall, fidgeting with the unfamiliar fabric of her dress. She glanced down at the soft, flowing material, her nose slightly scrunched in discomfort. It was undeniably beautiful, with delicate embroidery and a ribbon cinched at the waist, but it felt strange compared to the loose tunics and boyish clothes she was used to. She felt… exposed. Vulnerable, even.

A sudden choking sound drew her attention. Telemachus was sitting nearby, holding a goblet, and staring at her like she’d grown a second head.“Wait a second…” he started, squinting as if to confirm what he was seeing. “You look like a girl!?”

Her brows furrowed instantly, and she whirled to face him, planting her hands on her hips. “That’s what I am, dimwit!”

Telemachus blinked, then grinned mischievously. “Yeah, but now you actually look like it!”

Her jaw dropped. “You absolute ass! That’s it! You’re dead!”

Before he could even think about explaining himself, she was already charging toward him. Telemachus’s survival instincts kicked in, and he leapt from his seat, narrowly dodging her outstretched hand.

“Catch me if you can, princess!” he called over his shoulder, darting into the hallway.

She kicked off her shoes without missing a beat, the elegant dress now billowing behind her as she sprinted after him. “You’re gonna regret that, you overgrown baby!”

“You’re gonna trip in that fancy dress before you even catch me!” Telemachus laughed, weaving between pillars and furniture, his voice echoing through the palace halls.

“I’ll trip you in a minute!” she shouted, nearly colliding with a table in her pursuit.

Eurymachus, leaning against a column with his arms crossed, watched the chaos unfold. A grin spread across his face as he sipped from a goblet of wine. “Finally, some entertainment around here,” he said to no one in particular. “Go get him, Y/N!”

The commotion reached Antinous, who walked into the hall just in time to see his sister barreling past him, her bare feet slapping against the marble floor. She was yelling death threats, her eyes blazing with fury. Hot on her heels was Telemachus, his laughter ringing out like a taunt.

Antinous sighed heavily and rubbed his temples. “What now?”

Eurymachus pushed himself off the wall, a lazy smirk on his face. “Oh, nothing much. Telemachus just pointed out that your sister finally looks like a girl. You know, finally.”

Antinous groaned loudly, glaring after the two. “Of course, he did. I should’ve known.”

“Don’t worry,” Eurymachus added, his tone dripping with amusement. “I’m sure she’ll only bruise him a little. Maybe.”

Before Antinous could respond, a loud crash echoed from the next room, followed by Telemachus’s panicked yelp. Y/N’s triumphant shout came shortly after.

Antinous pressed his fingers to the bridge of his nose, exhaling in exasperation. “I swear, one of these days, I’m locking them both in separate rooms.”

Eurymachus chuckled. “You wouldn’t. You’d miss the chaos.”

Antinous muttered something under his breath and strode toward the source of the noise, already dreading whatever scene he was about to walk into. The shouting, laughing, and occasional thud made it clear, this was going to be a long day.

[lunee43]

Get him Telemachus!

[nothing-impt]

Testimony greeting the world with open arms

[coquexari]

Sips apple juice

[anniekinsart]

Like Father, Like Son..

I might have been inspired by the whole manwhore AU and did a lil' sketch xD hopefully the format works, I'm still learning

[wopmia]

Some frames from my recent wip :D!