#telemachus Headcanons

[serxa]

TELEMACHUS HEADCANONS — TWO — NSFW and SFW

General headcanons

This is just how he is when he's crushing on reader hdjfksjdh

Again, divider before the nsfw stuff

SFW

Crushing

- He would definitely find a reason to go around the kingdom just to look for you.

- Would definitely be so excited if he see's you in the kingdom's events and festivals that's held in the palace.

- When you first met near the palace, he was such a stuttering mess as he tried to ask what you were doing there. This like "Yeah-! I'm.. Pffsh, I've been here alot!" Which you thought was funny because he was being obvious.

- Would let you drag him anywhere in the kingdom, especially by the sea side, as long as he's with you.

- Whenever you two watch the sunset, he'd watch you instead. But quickly turn away when you look over at him, trying to be discreet.

- Didn't know you were oblivious to his feelings, that's why he tried to many times to make you see he likes you.

- Yet you still thought you were out for his league, that's why you kept denying it.

- The first time you complimented him with a simple, "that color suits you!" He turns into a stuttering mess.

- Ever since that compliment, he wore that color almost everyday, making his servants wash the cloth so he could wear it again.

- Little things he liked to do was help you put on your brooch. Sometimes you want to wear your chiton in a way it almost hugs your body, but not too much, so he gave you a cute little brooch that was metal leaf, and since you couldn't reach your back as well enough, he helps you fix it.

- Just a simple, "Telemachus, could you help me with something?" He would immediately rush towards you, saying yes without even knowing what you want him to do.

- Asked Athena LOAADS of times, how to confess to you.

- And Athena said over and over, "I'm not Aphrodite."

- Telemachus would ask about your hobbies and immediately start learning about them so he could relate to you on a certain level.

- Whenever he does do them, you get warm inside because he's committing to what you like.

- Would be a sucker and learn to paint just to paint you.

- Spoiler alert, he managed to learn with the help of his mother.

- There was a time when he couldn't get his feelings straight, he started to fully avoid you, not inviting you to the palace anymore, not meeting you at the side of the palace, to the point you just thought he didn't enjoy your company, so you stopped going also.

- When he noticed that you didn't try to talk to him, he immediately missed your presence and rushed towards the kingdom to find you.

- When he did, he apologized so many times, almost going on his knees on that point.

- He's just really sorry that he stopped talking to you without an explanation.

- That was also when he accidentally said, "You just kept ignoring my signs, and I thought you didn't like me, but in reality, I'm in love with you, Y/n!" Not being able to control his emotions.

- Was so happy he started to cry on your stomach when you told him you felt the same.

NSFW

- Definitely had so many wet dreams about you, to the point he's embarrassed to have a sleep over with you

- he once accidentally saw you bathing in the river where you two meet up in the forest sometimes, and he implemented that image in his head and masterbated to.

- Never told you about that since he was embarrassed, but whenever he felt needy while he was with you, he would start remembering wmehat your body looked like nude.

- He would definitely sketch you nude when you're not around, and hides it form Athena and his mother, cause of course, inappropriate.

- One Wet dream, he was moaning softly in his sleep, to the point Penelope had to knock on his door to see if he was doing the tango.

I'm sorry for my other followers that want my other works like creepypasta, I'm still in my epic the musical high🙌

[the-fiction-witch]

Forgive Me

Media - EPIC The Musical Saga Character - Prince Telemachus Of Ithaca Couple - Telemachus X Reader Reader - Y/n (Palace Handmaiden) Rating - 18+ Word Count - 1575

(Telemachus' Art by GIGI)

Telemachus walked through the vibrant palace gardens, he yearned for a moment of solitude amid the chaos that consumed his home. The air was full of the scent of blooming roses and jasmine, while the sun cast dappled shadows through the leaves of the ancient trees. He had left Argos, his loyal hound, to guard his mother’s chambers like a devoted sentinel. And he made sure the corridors were secured by the guards he trusted most. Though he was constantly uneasy when out of sight of the suitors he knew he had to take a moment even briefly just to clear his foggy mind.

As he strolled along the stone path, each step leading him farther from the tension of the palace, his restless mind began to find solace in a soft, lilting song carried on the breeze. The melody seemed almost ethereal, it weaved through the air like a delicate rope, to drag Telemachus in.

Without realizing it, a contented hum escaped his lips, and brought momentary silence to the storm of thoughts racing through his head. It felt as though the song, imbued with a kind of magic, had a soothing effect, if only for a fleeting moment.

Guided by this unseen force, Telemachus moved forward. The gentle song beckoned him onward.

Finally, he emerged into a small clearing, where the enchanting singer awaited him.

It was one of the garden falls, water tumbled from a statue that turned a vase down into a waiting pond surrounded by rocks, often the water from these falls was often used to water the gardens, and used by many servants to bathe if the palace baths were too crowded.

There he found the maiden, Y/n. She was one of his mother’s handmaidens, he’d often seen her helping to do his mother’s hair and other such things, He had often tried to strike up a conversation with her… but had always found himself unable to find anything to say to her beyond.

‘It uhh is a uhh… warm… warm day we’re having…’

But she stood barefoot on the rocks, leaning into the water to wash her hair. Her long hair was dark and heavy from all the water as she ran her hands through it singing softly to herself. Her figure was shrouded in the soft glow of sunlight filtering through the leaves.

Telemachus however didn’t want to be spotted and called out for potentially watching her. So he darted behind the plants hiding himself there for a moment. It was likely not the best idea… but it was the first one to arrive in his mind at the time.

Her song still made him feel warm and cosy, unable to make himself stop listening as she sang. He tried to catch another glance at her but as he poked his head out enough to see, his eyes widened and his jaw dropped.

Y/n tugged at the tie of her dress, she loosened it and tossed it off her shoulders, and the fabric settled on the grass. Her skin was exposed to the sun, water from her hair ran down her body, her breasts bounced slightly as the dress fell away, her thighs slightly open with her pussy on display.

Telemachus immediately gulped at the sight of her, unable to rip his eyes away. His heart began to race. His body grew tense. And his cock grew hard and perky making a tent of his robes below his waist.

She continued to sing, as she began to wash under the water. Her hands scrubbed across her body, cleaning away the sweat from the day.

His hands pulled hard on the hem of his robes desperately trying to resist his urge to touch himself as he watched her. A small whine escaping his lips,

As she washed, her body seemed to glitter in the water, her nipples hardened, and her pussy softly glistened.

Telemachus couldn’t resist any longer, and flicked up the cloth that concealed him. His hard cock stood up to attention, he wrapped his hand around himself and began to stroke barely even blinking not wanting to miss a single second of her. He tried desperately not to whine, or at least not to make any noise too loud to bring attention to himself. But as he got closer he found it impossible to stay quiet as he felt his orgasm aproch… “Ughh-” He whined,

Y/n gasped her head snapping fast in his direction making eye contact, her face red, her hands coming to conceal herself as best she could.

He considered just turning and bolting, she hadn’t seen him, she didn’t know it was him. But he feared just the sight she did see was enough for him to be discovered later. He forced his robe down trying to hide his still throbbing cock as he stepped into view. “I-I Forgive me… Y/n.” he pleaded,

“P-Prince Telemachus!” she gasped, “I- I’m sorry I-”

“Why are you apologizing?” He asked, “I- it was I who…” he trailed off as he came closer,

“What are you doing here, my prince?”

“I… I… I have no right to be here Y/n, I cannot justify what I’ve done. But you… you’re so beautiful, and I, I couldn’t help myself. I know it’s wrong but… could you forgive me?”

“You… You think I’m beautiful?” she blushed,

“Beyond the gods.” He nodded, “Y/n when I look at you, you are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen, I know I shouldn’t have watched you, but I can’t hold back my feelings. In my mind… in my dreams I spend every night holding you in my arms and kissing your soft lips.” he explained, “Y/n I desire you beyond measure.”

She blushed hard and softly giggled, her hands moving behind her back allowing him to look, “I- I could never have imagined you’d have desired me.”

“Do… do you think, there is ever a chance you too might…” he trailed off again stepping closer,

Y/n giggled and wrapped her arms around his neck and shoulders, her head tilting to the side invitingly, She happily rubbed her nose against his.

“O-Y/n…” Telemachus gasped as he all but fell into her, his arm wrapped around her waist his hand on her right hip, his other hand on the back of her head twisting his fingers into her wet hair. Bringing his lips to her own.

She happily kissed back tightening her hands around his neck and twisting her fingers into his hair as their kisses deepened.

He felt his cock throbbing between them growing more and more desperate with every kiss, but he knew he couldn’t hold back a single second. He pushed her down against the rocks,

Y/n’s back against the rocks, her hair falling into the water, with Telemachus settled between her thighs his clothes flicked up once more, the head of his cock pressing softly against her stomach as they pulled back from their kisses and took a gasp.

“Y/n… Please… Tell me you want this too?” He asked pressing small kisses to her neck,

“Yes, My Prince.” She cooed as she shifted her hips up moving her hand down to guide his cock down from her stomach to brush against her pussy lips,

He groaned and without hesitation thrust deep filling her in one stroke, “Ughhh! Y/n!” He moaned at the soft warmth of her pussy,

She threw her head back as she clenched around him, “Ahhh! Telemachus!” she moaned her hands settling on his stomach as his thrusts began.

“Ahhh… fuc-” He cursed getting faster and faster as he was close to the edge from his earlier touching, “Forgive me…I … I can’t Last-” he tried to speak but it was too late as the rush flooded through his body like a wave, curling his toes and making his eyes roll back. “Ughhhhhghhrrr…” he moaned animalistic, as his seed filled her.

Y/n gasped looking up at him, her body trembling from the sensation that now dripped out of her,

“Forgive me Y/n…” He gasped,

“There is no need to apologize,” she smiled up at him,

“I can hardly leave you like this,” he whispered against her neck, “My sweet girl,” He cooed his hand sliding down her body feeling her tremble below him, her body clenching and pulsing around his softened cock. He pulled out slowly and let his hand replace himself his fingers diving inside her, and his thumb gently brushing her clit,

She moaned pulling him down into a kiss, desperately squirming against him.

Telemachus sped his hand up, gliding in the moisture of her arousal that coated his fingers. Her moans fueled his every movement, Getting faster and faster.

Y/n broke their kiss and screamed as she threw her head back against the rocks, as she squirted down his hand and her body shook as she clenched around his fingers.

He moved his hand to slow and finally pulled away as he smiled smugly down at her.

“Th-Thank you, My prince.” she gasped,

“You have no need to thank me, Y/n.” He told her rubbing his nose on hers, “I have never felt so much pleasure before.”

“Me either.” she nodded,

“Humm… Would you… want to do so again?

“Very much Telemachus.” she nodded, “So long as you wish to…”

“Ohh. I wish too. Very very much.” he smirked,

“Perhaps tonight? Your chambers?” She suggested,

“Umm tonight, and every night to come, my sweet Y/n,” he whispered leaning down to kiss her once more.

[albinaelif]

Telemachus Headcanons

• Telemachus was rised by his mother and the maids and that was why he close to begin a femboy and he had unusual beauty for a boy (close to Ganymede).

•Telemachus's apparence looks more like Penelope.

•The reason of the Telemachus's beauty was he was an half nymph just like her mother because his grandmother was Sea Nymph Periboea. So i think there is a chance that he could breath in the water(?)

•Telamachus is bookworm, he likes reading when he is alone or Prince's works/duties

•Telemachus likes spends time with his mother so her mother wouldn't feel alone

•Telemachus had huge interest in swords and soldiers this is why he used to train with swords with the books's help he readed, he did asked to guards to help but they were busy.

•Some suitors had interest in Telemachus but they were too focused on Penelope

•He kinda gets annoyed when someone misgendered or call him princess so he tried to act more masculine and manly.

•Someone puts more meat in his food so he wouldn't be thin and can eat more (Probably beggar Ódýßßeūß) Maybe one of the suitors or one of the maids.

•After "Little Wolf" a suitor patted his head like he has respect for him now

•Someones tried to kidnap Telemachus once

[stayasleepanddream]

Headcanon that Athena mentions her "friend" to Telemachus every time she has the chance and Telemachus, being this curious boy always wanting to hear stories, always encourages her to do so.

Then one day, Telemachus being bored as hell and probably got into another fight with the suitors, goes up to Athena and asks her if her friend ever did something stupid

And Athena just. Jumps to tell all the bullshit Odysseus got into. It's like a therapy session to talk about how dumb he can be. And Telemachus eats it all up

Fast forward to when Ody comes back home and Athena just hangs around sometimes. Telemachus, again, bored goes to ask Athena about stories of her friend and the shit he did. And Athena freezes up. Odysseus gets curious, and jealous, cause he never knew about a friend, and asks his son.

The mix of pure horror on his face when he discovers his son knows all the stupid shit he did in his youth, and the joy of Athena calling him her friend and talking about it goes entirely unnoticed by his son.

Athena meanwhile is dying inside.

Penelope is cackling

[amazingmsme]

Just a silly lil stupid idea I wanted to share after Ithica saga because lord knows we need it after that

But just imagine after he gets home, Odysseus & Telemachus are playing on the beach & Telemachus decides to run into the water. Ody chases after him, but when he gets to the water’s edge it quickly recedes around him to the point where it’s obvious it’s avoiding him. & to be funny, Telemachus jokes “I think Poseidon’s afraid of you, father”

& without missing a beat, he goes “he doesn’t have to be. I’m home now” & now Telemachus is like 👀👀👀 cause what the hell is THAT supposed to mean

Odysseus just smirks & cups his hands around his mouth & yells something like “I promise I won’t stab you again!” What? He can show off & brag to his son

& then a huge wave crashes straight into Ody & knocks him flat on his ass

[murasaki-cha]

After the Ithaca Saga, I believe that Odysseus thought he and Athena were officially done forever and would only occasionally see each other because she was mentoring Telemachus now. He really thinks there's no way they can reconnect anymore and attempt at a friendship this time, but he's fine with it, he can accept it.

That is until Telemachus goes up to him one day like:

"Hey father, can I ask you something?"

"Yes son, of course."

"You mentored under Athena before right? Do you happen to know a friend of hers?"

"Oh I... I wasn't aware Athena had friends before. She was very adamant about that "No Friends" rule back then... kind of stings."

"Oh really? She talks about him a lot."

"Does she now? *mumbling* must be so special about this fRieNd of Athena..."

"Yeah she told me about this one time he wanted to impress someone, so he climbed on all the way to the tree branch next to the balcony of their room and leaned against the trunk to look cool, but he kept talking to Athena in her owl appearance so he didn't notice the other person going to the balcony and he got so spooked when they called out to him, he turned too fast and lost balance, slipped, smacked his ass on the tree branch and broke his arm when he fell, so he had to wear a sling for 3 months and couldn't sit down for 2 weeks."

"....call Athena right now."

"Why-"

"ATHENA!!!"

The second Athena appeared, Odysseus threw himself at her, on one hand going "YOU CONSIDER ME YOUR FRIEND WHY DIDN'T YOU SAY SO!?!?!?!" and on the other going "WHY ARE YOU TELLING MY SON ALL MY EMBARRASSING STORIES!?!?! THAT WAS BETWEEN ME, PENELOPE AND YOU!!"

He was actually crying. Athena has absolutely no idea what is happening or what she should do. Telemachus just discovered a whole new side of his dad and might know where he gets it from now....

[the-storyteller78]

I fully think Odysseus expects to never see Athena again after he turns down her offer. Yes, it’s clear she’s changed—the Athena he knew would never say something so sentimental—but he’s familiar with her nature. She won’t be back now that he has no use to her.

I also fully think that Athena would absolutely rock back down to Ithaca after a week of letting the family reunite (she’s taking this empathy thing seriously, guys) and just be chilling at the breakfast table in the morning. Just visiting. No biggie.

(This becomes a regular thing.)

[acid-ixx]

if you guys are interested, send in an ask or comment!

will anybody be willing to hear out neglected child reader who was another one of zeus's bastard children. you're out there chasing for your stepmother (hera's attention), whilst zeus just lets you run around without his care, clearly too wrapped up in his affairs. your other siblings aren't as good to you, too, thinking another half-deity isn't worth their time—

so you'd give up, pretty much choosing to bestow the mortal world with your presence instead; because if you can't be loved by your own family, then let yourself be worshipped by passionate mortals instead.

how about romancing telemachus? what if you both learn what it's like navigating through his godly favor with athena, and you with your own powers? what if you have odysseus and penelope be the actual parent-figures you always wanted? their overprotectiveness skyrockets every time you propose to being elsewhere in ithaca, to the point you forget that it's you who has the godly powers to oppose, but how could you when a darker side of them appears every time you allow yourself to be disrespected within their palace?

how about in another place? what are you to many of the great warriors, if not for a forgotten, yet mysterious and whimsical deity? why is your name muttered in all the regions? surely, with just how much you deny your god-like origins, but still manage to capture the hearts of hundreds of suitors, you'd gain quite the infamous name despite your closed-off attitude.

imagine enough attention was garnered on your presence, that that's what was needed for them to finally notice you? but you're not quite the same child who used to pull on their robes, or look at them as brightly as the sun— no, now you deny them of any of your love. your mother, hera, finally sees you and urges you to return to olympus away from the prying eyes of many suitors and back into the domain of safety. she calls you her baby, fuzzing over you even when you openly and spitefully try to rip her hands away from fixing your 'messy' robes. zeus isn't any better, now he calls you sweet names and pretend like he hadn't actively bashed on you for your weakness back when you were begging on his throne for just a sliver of attention? he wants you to sit in between his throne and hera's? you're significantly smaller than him, he's gigantic in nature, and it doesn't help that he treats you like you could be easily squashed by him (which is every damn right possible, and it's intimidating and makes you want to cry).

and there's the issue with the others, too. so many of them used to deny you in favor of focusing on their own domains. now apollo wants to carry you off in one of his chariots to ride off the skies with him while he plays his lyre to you? artemis wants to teach you the way of the hunt under the dark, gloomy skies you used to wish under for a moment of their time? aphrodite used to spitefully shut you out of her own doors, but now she invites you in her room to gossip and play pretend while she coos and braids your hair?

and all the other gods, now wanting to take you away from the underserving - as they say it - mortal realm? that the people who built sculptures of you, who held you more lovingly more than those you grew up with, aren't worthy of your divine presence?

what a joy to be a being looming between the lines of mortal and divine, right?

a/n: this concept is better off and more coherent in my head i swear. now i don't often diverge from my main fandom, but the similarities between this and the yan! batfam is quite hilarious to me that ngl i want to make a crossover of it. and yes, this is me coping with the stress of having to deal with the sudden influx of hate in the yan! dc community, so i'm taking a short break from it to focus on this.

[ilions-end]

as much as i appreciate the way the "only one son per generation" curse underlines how vulnerable odysseus' family is, i'm increasingly enjoying the idea that telemachus just made that up on the spot

like he COULD have answered "well stranger, the reason i have no siblings is that my father went to war while i was still an infant and he hasn't returned" and left it at that, but i like to imagine telemachus pausing for a second like hmmm now what would be the wildest reason to be an only child... "oh, you haven't heard about our 𝕔𝕦𝕣𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕓𝕝𝕠𝕠𝕕𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕖?"

and odysseus in disguise has to blink back tears like "incredible lie. that's my boy"

[kasel-the-mightless]

Pov: You, waiting 7 years for this idiot to get out of Ogygia

It's should have been a reference of my design for Poseidon, but at some point it all went wrong and now I have a bunch of sketches where Telemarket befriended Poseidon like Hiccup befriended Toothless from 'How to Train Your Dragon'

[the-fiction-witch]

Golden Laurels

Media - EPIC The Musical Saga Character - Prince Telemachus Of Ithaca Couple - Telemachus X Reader Reader - Y/n (fiancée & Future Princess) Rating - 12 Word Count - 769

(Telemachus Art - I believe it is from GIGI. If I am wrong please let me know!)

Telemachus wandered through the grand corridors of the palace, deliberately steering clear of the entire wing where his parents resided. The walls seemed to vibrate with the echoes of their laughter and impassioned declarations and sounds of intimacy. He couldn't entirely blame them.

As he walked, Telemachus felt a pang of empathy toward his father. After two decades apart, he could only imagine the fervent emotions that must surge through his heart. He pictured himself in his father's shoes, reuniting with Y/n after such a long time. The thought of holding her close, of whispering sweet nothings and sharing every unspoken word, he would too be making a lot of noise. He silently wished he could find his own happiness as fervently as his parents had rediscovered theirs.

He pushed open the heavy wooden door to his chambers, stepping into a familiar world that welcomed him like a warm embrace. The curtains billowed gently in the cool evening breeze, their rich fabric dancing playfully around the room, while the crackling fire cast a soft, flickering light. A smile tugged at his lips as his gaze fell upon the delightful sight of his fiancée.

Y/n was seated on the plush, embroidered floor cushion, her favourite spot despite the abundance of elegant chairs and stools that filled their chambers. Before her, the large arched mirror loomed, its ornate frame glistening in the firelight, reflecting her focused expression as she worked diligently on her hair.

Her fingers moved deftly, intertwining her locks in an intricate dance of brushing, braiding, and pinning, all while trying to secure the delicate golden laurels atop her head. Yet, despite her best efforts, she seemed to be struggling to achieve the effortless elegance she envisioned. A soft frown creased her brow as she huffed in frustration.

They tumbled to the floor again when she tipped her head too far forward, her hair cascading in disarray around her. With a breathy sigh, she cursed softly, “Ohh—fiddlesticks,”

“Come here,” Telemachus cooed gently, his tone soothing as he moved around to sit behind her. He wrapped his strong arms around her waist, pulling her close as he pressed a delicate kiss to her cheek. Then, he took the brush from the nearby table, its bristles well-worn from use, and began to work through her hair with careful strokes.

“They do not seem to like resting on my head,” She said sadly looking him in the eye via the mirror’s reflection.

“They are finicky, hard to get right the first few times.” he admits, “Once you have the habit, it’ll be as simple as tossing on your dress.”

“Are you sure?”

“I’m sure. It took me a solid year to get it right.” He laughed,

“Humm…”

“Humm?” He asked, “What is it?”

“Nothing,”

“Tell me,” He smiled, “Come. What wisdom dances in that beautiful little head?”

“Perhaps they reject me.” She sighed,

“Reject you?” He asked his hands stilling a moment,

“Perhaps they fall to the earth, rejecting to rest on a head unworthy of them.”

He sighed softly as he finished up with her hair, “You are worthy of them.” He whispered, “I had these made for you, crafted by the finest hands in all the Greek islands, they are the purest gold, the most delicate of shapes, matching my own but… still all your own.” He explained, “You are Y/n Princess and future queen of all Ithaca.” He said as he took the laurels and sat them on her head, crowning her as his princess and resting his chin on her shoulder, “There is no woman in the world more worthy of them.”

“You mean that Telemachus?” She whispered,

“You know I do.” he smiled, as he took her hands in his, he got to his feet and pulled her with him turning her to face him, “It will take time, my love.”

“Thank you my sweet,” she cooed, resting her forehead on his,

He smiled briefly closing his eyes to enjoy their closeness, “You’re welcome my love.” he cooed,

“I just… want to be good at it. So I won't drop it at our wedding.”

He chuckled, “I know, it’s alright Y/n. We can do some practice.” he nodded, “But I will be here every step. Just in case I need to catch it.” He winked,

She giggled and nodded kissing his nose before they began to practice her walking with the Laurels in her hair.

[albinaelif]

This is definetly him btw

[tired0artist]

Imagine if Athena could grant Odysseus, Penelope and Telemachus a blessing. Where for the next 20 years, they don’t age.

Returning the lost 20 years to them, in a way that she only can.

It doesn’t fix any of the hurt and longing for any of them, but it gives them time to recover. To catch up on what was lost…

Ithaca gets to bloom under the rule of a King who was lost for so long.

And our beloved family gets to take their time, and they value every moment of it.

Granting immortality, is past the capabilities of the Goddess. A matter that would have to be brought before Zeus.

But what is 20 years to a God? Nothing. The Olympus wouldn’t even care to notice, if some mortals lived longer than they should. A case too boring to even look into.

And while it would be that way for the Gods. For Odysseus and his family, it’s everything.

[polentaconleche]

HC: Telemachus never knew how to cook xd

He's trying 😔👊

[platinumink]

Headcanon: Telemachus wears Odysseus’ clothes

I can’t stop thinking about this: I imagine Odysseus did not take notice during the songs “Odysseus” and “I can’t help but wonder” but Telemachus is 100% wearing his dads clothes in the songs in my opinion - at least the cape and stuff - to feel closer to him.

A day later, Ody finally takes a shower and goes to his closet to check out his wardrobe and finds it ransacked (like almost nothing is left that the clothes that are still present are only undergarments or oversized clothing). He asks his wife about it and she has no idea so Ody wears something a little big on him (he also definitely lost weight on his journey). During breakfast, in strolls Telemachus wearing his dads garments, belt, sword holding thing, jewelry and more, completely oblivious about the situation as both Penelope and Odysseus look at him in sudden realization. Odysseus does not speak about it as his son plops down next to him to start eating only to finally get what was going on.

He gets really embarrassed and wants to shoot up immediately to change and apologize but Ody shuts that down quickly by pushing his son back on his seat, puts his arm around his shoulder, smiles proudly and looks to his wife (who is hiding her laughing under her breath) and say that he will need a new wardrobe because a little owl kit has nicked his old one (or something like that). Telemachus, who is still embarrassed and red-faced hides his face in his dads hair, mumbling justifications but is told to relax and that it is fine and endearing and that Ody is actually happy that he could be there for his son at least in this way.

and now i’ve made myself cry by writing this out 😭

if anyone wants to write fanfiction about this, please tag me, i really want to see what people would do with this premise :’ D 🩵🩵🩵

Edit: now with official fanfiction by yours truly as well :D Can be read here 🩵🩵

Edit 2: another headcanon in this fandom can be found here (i'm already working on a fanfiction but work and uni have been crazy lately- if someone else wrote something, please tell me so i can thank them) 😭😭🩵🩵

Edit 3: I just checked in on this post and THANK YOU SO MUCH ON ALL OF THE LIKES AND REBLOGS! I never expected this to blow up like this! 😭😁🩵🩵

[xo-cuteplosion-xo-2]

EPIC men and are they a tits, thighs, or ass man?

HC below the cut bc they are a bit spicy

Telemachus

Shamefully, he's an ass man.

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.

Again shameless, he just doesn't care.