what if i am gonna get you pregnant?? 🫃

She stuck out her tongue playfully but nodded, determined. “Got it.”

The two hid behind a pillar, peeking out as Telemachus approached the door. He was muttering to himself, likely about some book or strategy, completely unaware of the trap set for him. As soon as he pushed the door open, the bucket tipped, dumping the cold water directly onto his head. Telemachus froze, his hair plastered to his face, water dripping down his tunic.

She clamped a hand over her mouth to keep from laughing too loudly, while Antinous bit down on his knuckle, his shoulders shaking with silent amusement. “What in the name of the gods—” Telemachus sputtered, wiping water from his eyes.

She finally stepped out, her best innocent expression plastered on her face. “Oh no, Telemachus! Are you okay?” she asked, her voice dripping with fake concern.

Telemachus glared at her, then at the still-dripping bucket on the floor. “Y/N,” he said slowly, “was this your doing?”

She shook her head furiously, her eyes wide. “Me? No way! I would never do something like that!”

Antinous, still hiding, nearly lost it when he saw Telemachus narrow his eyes at her, clearly not buying it but unable to prove anything. “You’re lucky I can’t prove it,” Telemachus muttered, stepping over the bucket with as much dignity as he could muster. As soon as he was out of earshot, Antinous and his sister burst into laughter, clutching their sides.

“That was perfect!” Antinous said, wiping a tear from his eye. “I knew you had it in you.”

She grinned, her chest puffed out with pride. “Can we do it again?”

Antinous chuckled. “Let’s give it a day or two. Gotta keep him on his toes.”

——

The palace halls were dark and silent, save for the occasional flash of lightning illuminating the walls and the low rumble of thunder that followed. Y/N clutched her doll tightly to her chest, her small frame trembling with every loud crash. She had tried to stay in her own bed, but the storm was too much. She needed Antinous. She padded softly to his room, her bare feet cold against the stone floor. Reaching his door, she hesitated for only a moment before knocking gently. “Antinous?” she called out in a small voice. No answer.

She frowned and tried again. “Antinous, are you there?” Still nothing. Carefully, she pushed the door open and peeked inside, only to find the room empty. The bed was messily made, and his belongings were untouched. A pang of panic bubbled in her chest. Where could he be? Another deafening clap of thunder made her jump, and she whimpered softly. Left with no other choice, she turned and headed down the hall toward Eurymachus’s room.

Standing outside his door, she hesitated. Eurymachus wasn’t exactly… comforting, but she didn’t want to be alone. Summoning her courage, she knocked lightly. The door creaked open after a moment, and a very sleepy, disheveled Eurymachus appeared, his hair sticking up in all directions. He squinted at her. “Y/N? What in Hades are you doing here? It’s the middle of the night.”

“There’s a storm,” she said, her voice trembling. She hugged her doll tighter. “Antinous isn’t in his room. I—I don’t want to be alone.”

Eurymachus blinked, clearly caught off guard. He scratched the back of his head and sighed. “Alright, alright, come in,” he mumbled, stepping aside to let her in. She shuffled into the room and climbed onto the edge of his bed, curling up with her doll. Eurymachus shut the door and rubbed his face, muttering something about how he wasn’t equipped to deal with scared kids. He sat on the bed beside her, awkwardly patting her back.

“There, there,” he said, clearly unsure of what else to do. “It’s just some loud noises. Nothing to be afraid of.”

“But it’s so loud,” she whispered, her voice shaking.

Eurymachus sighed, lying back on the bed and resting his hands behind his head. “I hate this…whatever, you can stay here. But don’t hog the blanket.” She nodded, her fear easing slightly as she laid down beside him. She still flinched at the thunder, but somehow, knowing she wasn’t alone made it a little less scary.

As she drifted off to sleep, Eurymachus stared at the ceiling, muttering to himself. “Antinous owes me for this,” he said quietly, shaking his head.

——

Y/N woke up in Eurymachus’s bed, her face pale and her breathing shallow. She didn’t understand what was happening—there was blood on the sheets, and panic settled in her chest. Eurymachus, still half asleep, groaned and turned over, completely unaware of the situation. She tugged on his sleeve, her voice trembling. “Eury… something’s wrong with me. I’m… I’m bleeding.”

Eurymachus cracked one eye open and looked at her, his brows knitting together. He sat up, yawning. “Bleeding? What do you mean—” His eyes fell on the stained sheets, and he froze. Before Eurymachus could even process what was happening, the door slammed open, and Antinous stormed in, looking ready to drag Y/N back to her room.

“Why is she in your bed?” Antinous demanded, his voice sharp. But then his gaze landed on the blood, and his expression twisted into something far darker. “What the Hades is this?”

Eurymachus immediately raised his hands in defense. “Wait, wait, wait! This is not what it looks like!”

“She’s bleeding!” Antinous bellowed, stepping forward and grabbing Eurymachus by the collar. “What did you do to her?”

Y/N, still overwhelmed and not understanding why her body was betraying her, burst into tears. “Antinous, stop! He didn’t do anything!” Antinous froze, glancing down at Pandora as she sobbed. Eurymachus took the opportunity to slip from his grasp and put some distance between them.

“Calm down!” Eurymachus hissed, brushing himself off. “Your sister just got her first period. That’s all!”

“A what?” Antinous blinked, completely thrown.

“Her period, you idiot!” Eurymachus shouted, exasperated. “You know, that thing girls deal with every month? She’s not dying, and I didn’t do anything to her!”

Antinous stood there for a moment, processing this new and horrifying information. He looked down at Y/N, who was sniffling and wiping her tears. His anger deflated, replaced by a mixture of awkwardness and concern.

“…Oh.” He rubbed the back of his neck, his cheeks reddening slightly. “I didn’t… I didn’t know.”

Eurymachus crossed his arms and smirked. “Yeah, no kidding. Now that we’ve cleared that up, maybe you can stop trying to kill me every time something happens.”

Antinous ignored him and crouched down to her level, his tone softening. “Y/N, why didn’t you come to me?”

“You weren’t in your room,” she mumbled, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment.

Antinous sighed and gently patted her head. “It’s okay. Come on, let’s get you cleaned up. Eurymachus clearly isn’t equipped to handle this.”

Eurymachus scoffed. “Like you are?”

Antinous shot him a glare before carefully guiding his sister out of the room. As they left, she glanced back and stuck her tongue out at Eurymachus, who just rolled his eyes.

“Next time, don’t wake me up for this,” he muttered to himself, flopping back into bed.

——

Y/N, having been left to her own devices after both Antinous and Eurymachus wandered off to attend to their own matters, decided to explore. With no one keeping an eye on her, she wandered into the main hall where the suitors were lounging around, drinking, and loudly boasting about their supposed feats of strength and charm. As soon as she entered, her wide eyes scanned the chaotic scene. She wasn’t nervous—if anything, she was curious about what the suitors were always up to when Antinous wasn’t around to glare them into submission.

One of the suitors, a burly man named Melanthius, noticed her first. “Well, look who it is! The little sister of our great leader.”

“Antinous left you all alone, huh?” another suitor chimed in, his tone teasing.

She placed her hands on her hips and puffed out her chest. “I can take care of myself! I’m not scared of you lot!” The suitors erupted in laughter at her boldness. “Not scared, huh? Alright, little one, let’s see what you’re made of!”

Before she knew it, one of them had lifted her off the ground and spun her around, eliciting a surprised squeal from her. Another suitor playfully ruffled her hair, while yet another poked at her sides to make her squirm.

“Hey! Put me down!” She protested, but her giggles betrayed her.

The suitors, amused by her small stature and feisty attitude, continued to roughhouse with her—lifting her onto their shoulders, tossing her lightly between them, and making silly faces to get her to laugh. They weren’t being mean, but they were definitely a bit too rowdy for someone as small as Y/N. One of them handed her a goblet of wine. “Here, kid, have a sip. It’ll make you braver!”

She sniffed it suspiciously and made a face. “That smells gross!”

“Atta girl,” another suitor said, laughing as he took the goblet back. Just as the playful chaos reached its peak, the doors to the hall burst open, and in strode Antinous and Eurymachus.

Antinous took one look at the scene—his sister perched precariously on Melanthius’s shoulders, her hair a mess, and the suitors all grinning like mischievous children—and his face darkened like a storm cloud.

“What,” he bellowed, his voice echoing through the hall, “is going on here…?”

The suitors immediately froze, Melanthius nearly dropping Y/N in his panic. Eurymachus, standing beside Antinous, stifled a laugh. “Looks like your little sister found herself some new babysitters.”

Antinous stormed over, snatching her off Melanthius’s shoulders and setting her on the ground. “Y/N, what are you doing here?!”

“I was bored!” she huffed, crossing her arms. “You and Eury left me alone, so I came here!”

Antinous glared at the suitors, who were all trying to look innocent. “If I see any of you roughhousing with her again, I’ll personally throw you out of this palace!”

The suitors nodded quickly, murmuring apologies. Eurymachus, still amused, leaned against a pillar and smirked. “You know, she seemed to be having a great time until you showed up.”

Antinous shot him a warning look before turning to her. He crouched down to her level, his tone softening. “You can’t just wander off like that, Y/N. These idiots don’t know how to handle a kid.”

She pouted but nodded. “Okay… I won’t do it again.”

“Good,” Antinous said, ruffling her hair. He stood up and shot one last glare at the suitors before scooping her up in his arms. “Let’s go. You’re staying where I can see you.”

As they left, Eurymachus lingered for a moment, shaking his head at the suitors. “You lot are lucky he didn’t kill you. Try not to traumatize the kid next time.” With that, he followed Antinous and Y/N out of the hall, leaving the suitors to exchange sheepish glances and mutter about how terrifying Antinous could be when it came to his sister.

——

Y/N squirmed furiously, her small hands tugging at the leather strap fastened securely around her waist. “Antinous! This is embarrassing! Let me go!”

Antinous, towering over her with an exasperated expression, held the other end of the leash firmly. “Not a chance, Y/N. You’re not running off into trouble again. I refuse to let you cause another headache.”

She stomped her foot, her face red with indignation. “I’m not a dog, Antinous!”

From the corner of the room, Eurymachus and Melanthius stood watching the scene unfold, both struggling—and failing—to contain their laughter. Eurymachus had one hand over his mouth, his shoulders shaking, while Melanthius clutched his stomach, his booming laugh echoing through the room. “You’ve outdone yourself this time, Antinous,” Eurymachus said, finally gasping for air. “A leash? On your own sister? Gods, this is priceless.”

Antinous shot him a glare, his patience wearing thin. “She ran off into the main hall last time and nearly got herself killed by you lot roughhousing with her. I’m not taking any chances.”

Melanthius wiped a tear from his eye. “You do realize she’s going to hate you for this, right? She’s practically plotting her revenge already.”

Y/N, still tugging at the leash, turned her big, pleading eyes to Melanthius. “Help me! This is cruel and unusual punishment!”

But Melanthius just laughed harder. “Sorry, kid. I’m not getting in the middle of this one. You’re on your own.”

Eurymachus smirked and crossed his arms. “Honestly, Antinous, why stop at the leash? You should get her one of those bells so you can hear her coming.”

She groaned in frustration, sitting down on the floor with a dramatic huff. “I hate you all!”

Antinous rolled his eyes, ignoring the jeers from his companions. He crouched down to her level, his voice softening. “This is for your own good, sister. I wouldn’t have to do this if you didn’t keep wandering off into trouble.”

She pouted, crossing her arms. “I wasn’t wandering off. I was exploring!”

“Exploring,” Antinous repeated, raising an eyebrow. “Right. You can explore the courtyard. On a leash.”

Eurymachus doubled over in laughter again, and Melanthius had to lean against a wall for support. “I can’t—this is too good!” Eurymachus wheezed.

Antinous stood, dragging her to her feet as she whined and tried to wriggle free. “Laugh all you want, you two,” he said, his tone sharp. “But if she gets into trouble again, I’m making you responsible.”

Eurymachus waved a hand dismissively, still grinning. “Fine. But don’t expect me to take her on a leash. That’s all you, big brother.”

She shot a glare at Antinous, her cheeks puffed out in frustration. “Just wait until I tell Penelope about this. She’ll side with me!” Antinous sighed, already regretting his decision, while Eurymachus and Melanthius burst into another fit of laughter. It was going to be a long day.