(A/N: The pfp doesn't belong to me. Credits to: @Nyx_12 on Pinterest.)

Odysseus of Ithaca, adored by many. He was a king, after all. A king struggling to return home to his wife and son. However, at least he had company of the soldiers whom he'd fought in the Trojan war with.

Six hundred men. All across twelve ships trying to return to Ithaca. What could possibly go wrong?

Nothing. Odysseus's crew was perfect for him. It was obvious how much they adored their king. The men were severely clingy towards the man in a platonic sense.

Some of the soldiers would hug Odysseus from behind, holding the short King protectively in their arms. Other times when Odysseus was sitting down on the ship, or anywhere, really, he'd be in one random man's lap.

All of the crew's affection was consensual. They'd always ask before showing the King any sort of physical contact. Sometimes Odysseus would say yes, sometimes he'd say no. And every time he said no, they'd respect his wishes and leave him alone without begging or protesting.

Odysseus relished in his men's platonic love. He had no idea why they were like this, but he guessed they just loved their captain. And he was correct.

The royal Ithacan was addicted to the gestures. Where they'd hold his hands, play with his burnette hair, hug him, cuddle him, etc. It made his heart swell with appreciation.

When a comrade, Elpenor, asked to hold Odysseus in his lap, he gladly accepted. He laughed as Elpenor ran his calloused fingers through his soft hair, swiftly working through any nots.

On some occasions, multiple men would be coddling him at once. With one man holding Odysseus in his lap, another with his head on the King's lap, and two on each side holding his hands.

"I love my men so much." Odysseus muttered to himself. He was staring out at the blue, sparkling ocean water that carried the ship with ease. The smell of sea water filled his lungs. He sighed contently, silently thanking the gods for this moment of peace.

He turned back towards his crew. Some were doing chores. Others were talking amongst themselves. Few were sleeping soundly in the chambers. And one was stearing the ship.

"I don't know what I'd do without them."

Odysseus whispered again. He smiled softly, watching his men do whatever they wanted. It was a perfect day on the ship. The barrels full of food, no monsters or gods out to punish them, the air was warm while the sun beamed it's bright glow reflecting on the wooden dark planks.