#circe x reader

[kaechu1]

thank you for the request pooks and sorry if it isn't as good...

crossed paths!

pt1 pt2(still working)

pair: Telemachus x circe's nymphs! reader

author note: i kinda like the idea so i might make other hc or scenario with this idea...

note:don't worry there will be part two of this and even part 3 if y'all lucky enough to get 3 chapters out of me.

warning:non just Telemachus being a cutie.

credit: art by gigi

y/n was one of circe nymphs, but unlike her most of sisters she was more hyper. she couldn't sit down without doing anything for more than few seconds before she start moving again causing chaos or playing games with her sisters or circe's lions.

her sisters and circe are long time used to this, they know how much energy she had so they never really question anything, she never really brings any real danger or harm to herself or to them so why stopping her from having fun?

one of [y/n] favorite activity was wondering around the island collecting plants or playing with animals there, circe allowed her but as long as she doesn't get far from the palace. i mean after all, they were the only one on this Island.

or so they thought.

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one day [y/n] was doing her normal activities around the island, but making sure she isn't far for the palace. she was making flower crown as she was talking with one of the weird creature she fine while wandering.

but then she started hearing sounds coming from the trees, it didn't sound like an animal doing, however there was way bigger than those small creatures to cause this much of noise.

but before she can make any move or even think about what to do, some appears from behind the trees.

a man.

the man didn't seem to notice her existing at first but after making his way through all the trees and brushing off leaves from his hair they finally locked eyes.

they stare at each other for a few seconds before [y/n] lower her eyes as she sees his hand holding a sword.

the man noticed where her eyes were going and how she started stepping away a little, then as he realized he put his sword back in its Scabbard as he raised his hands to show her that he's harmless.

"i came in peace."

said with his soft voice but that didn't fool [y/n]. circe have told her alot about the men she meet and how they only act kind at first to fool them and take everything, so she didn't let her guards down.

"i don't mean any harm, I'm Telemachus. me and my crew are just staying here for a while."

that only made [y/n] raise her eyebrow. stay here? oh there's no way they're only here for this, there must be something. she might seem naive but she's not stupid.

"what's your name?"

Telemachus tries to talk again, his voice seems softer than before, he didn't look scared or like he could cause any danger, he seemed quite... charming? she couldn't lie to herself, he IS charming.

"[y/n]." she finally said before relaxing a little as she look at the man infornt of her with the same "I don't trust you" look , as if she question his whole existing.

"what are you doing here... alone?" He asks as he starts to step a little close thinking he finally got the nymph's trust, but before he could take any other steps [y/n] throw the flower crown she was making at his face.

"don't come any closer, and this is my island. what are you doing here alone" she said as she steps back, the animal she was talking with was clinging to her leg now, scared.

"hey hey, no need to be afraid. i swear im not gonna cause any harm" says Telemachus as he catches the flower crown that hit his face. "my crew is at that beach, i told them to wait while i go explore the island. and wow what beautiful crown you made." says Telemachus softly as he hold the flower crown before putting it on his head.

the nymph looks at him with confusion, why isn't he scared, isn't he afraid that i might harm him? and why is he acting so nice and gentle, is he really a good person or is he just stupid?

"yea i was making that before you came and interrupted me" said [y/n] before thinking as she relax a little. maybe he isn't dangerous? maybe she should let her guards down for now.

"well, excuse me then. i was only searching for anything to eat. do you know anything or anywhere where we could find food?"

[y/n] think for moment, she could take him to circe, but no! what if she got them all in danger because of this? he's still a stranger. she can't lead someone she doesn't know to her home... to her sisters... to her mom? mother figure circe let's go.

"no" she said firmly as she looked at him, "i think you should leave because there's nothing for you in here"

Telemachus only sighs before start to talk again "well thanks, i guess" he sounds disappointed. which moves something inside of [y/n], pity? maybe. but deep inside she felt bad.

he turned to go back from where he came from, before [y/n] stops him. "wait!" she said a bit loudly as Telemachus stopped as he turned to look at her.

"Is there anything you want from me?" he said as he smiled a little at the nymph who was still standing in the same spot.

something about the way he smiles at her makes [y/n]'s heart beat faster, as her cheeks turn pink. why she's feeling like this? what is he doing to her.

the nymph finally comes back to reality as go back to where she was sitting before as she takes one of the fruits she was collecting before throwing it at him.

"take this and go away" she said as she couldn't take the fleeting he's causing her to feel, she collects her stuff quickly before running away not even giving Telemachus a chance to realize what's happening.

[y/n] was walking back to the palace as she makes sure no one follows her. and as she came back she saw circe standing at the entrance looking around and then her eyes spots her.

"[y/n]! where have you been? you took longer than usual i thought something bad happened to you." saud circe as she put her arms on the nymph shoulder as she started checking her making sure she didn't get any hurt.

"I'm fine... sorry that I stayed out for too long i.." [y/n] stops a little thinking If she should tell circe about what happened.. circe have always took care of her and her sisters.. she can't lie to her, even if she tries..

"what's wrong dear?" Circe asks as she starts taking her nymph inside the palace walking her to where the other nymph was. before they reach to the other [y/n] stop circe.

"i.. I've met someone...a sailor" her voice whispered as if she only wanted circe to hear that.

"what?? did he do something to you? what happened tell me?" circe says a little bit of worry, not to herself but to her nymphs. they're all like her daughters after all, she'll protect them at all costs. see what i did here??

"no no! he did nothing.. he was kinda and... beautiful.. " [y/n] whisper the last part to herself, but who's she's fooling? she talking to circe.

"beautiful? and what does a sailor do here anyway?" Circe asks as she looks at her nymph as if she is holding all the answers. which she is.

"he says he's here with his crew for food,i told him there was nothing here for them but then i felt bad and gave him a fruit"

"you shouldn't have done that!? he could be dangerous, you should have come to me immediately.." circe says as she pinches her nose bridge before releasing a deep sigh.

"he didn't seem dangerous and he says he won't cause any danger, I'm sorry" says [y/n] as she look down. "no it's fine, im not mad at you okay? you're safe and that's all that matters to me. here let's bring you back to your sisters okay?" she said as she smiled at her as she started leading her to where the rest of the nymphs was.

[y/n] smile , as she walking with circe. she's happy that she didn't need to lie to her, how can she after everything, circe will always make sure she's safe, her and her sisters.

Telemachus was walking through the forest as he was still holding the fruit the nymph gave him. she said there's nothing in here to eat, then how did she get this? why did lie to him? he made sure to not seem dangerous and offered peace, could she be protecting something?

all these thoughts run through his head as he looks at the fruit in his hand, he isn't sure of anything. but if there's something he's sure about is that she's the most beautiful nymph he has ever seen- no, the most beautiful woman he ever seen...

the way the sun kisses her skin... and the way her hair shines.. her beautiful eyes and soft cheeks.. her pink lips.. he Wonder how would they fee- NO!! what was he thinking??

she's a nymph and he's the prince itcha! for god's sake what is he thinking? he should probably go back to his crew and inform them, of course he won't tell them about her. but if she gave him this fruit, that means there's more on this Island.

note:writing this was so much fun y'all, i literally finished it in one go. anyway i Hope y'all like it and if there any issues with it please do say and I'll try to fix them💗💗

taglist:@pompeiiiiiisaidso this for you so<3

[randomgreekfandomspals]

Circe: *carrying a drunk Y/N*

Y/N: *clinging onto her* I'm so sorry

Circe: It's alright, dear

Y/N: You're so strong

Circe: I know, dear

Y/N: I'll pay you back, I promise

Circe: You don't have to pay me anything, love

Y/N: You are so nice to me. Please marry me.

Circe: I intend to

[yoyneversawmehere]

Epic x Insomniac! Gn! Reader headcanons

Characters: hermes, apollo, telemachus, and circe

Warnings: None

HERMES

• Since he doesn't sleep, considering he's a God, he'll often watch you as you struggle to sleep whilst giving you an odd look.

• When you eventually give up on the attempts of slumber, he'll ask you if you want to go on a "walk"

•his definition of a walk is flying through your city till you eventually get tired, and when you're finally sleepy, he'll set you down on your bed and let you sleep.

•he'd definitely stay with you all night unless he had any duties to attend to.

APOLLO

•Just like Hermes. He doesn't need sleep, so he'd also be up alongside you.

•he'll try to soothe you by playing songs with his lyre or reciting Haikus, maybe even write a new one on how he adores you.

•will hold you a little closer in hopes that the warmth of his skin would create a comforting atmosphere to help you go to sleep, especially during the colder nights.

• When you eventually fall asleep, he'll continue to whisper a song like a lullaby.

TELEMACHUS

• is out like a light the moment he hits the bed, especially after a long day of training with Athena. He only wakes up when he feels you move around the bed too much and asks you what's wrong.

• tries different remedies that his mother would use on his father after returning from war with PTSD.

•will hold you sweetly and whisper sweet nothings in your ear while rubbing your back until you're finally able to close your eyes and drift asleep.

• probably wasn't able to go to sleep after you did, but he doesn't mind since you're finally able to.

CIRCE

• usually takes cat naps during the day when she's not taking care of her nymphs or testing new spells so she isn't all that tired during the night.

•immediately gets up to fix up a spell to make you sleep, though you are quite sceptical about it.

•calls in her lions to act as a fluffy pillow while she cuddles up next to you. (Still trying to convince you to let her spell you.)

• When you eventually say yes to her spell, she ensures you're comfy in your position so you don't wake up feeling weird, then goes to bed next to you.

Thanks for reading♡

[uselessmoonlight]

Imagine: you disguised yourself as a man on Odysseus' ship.

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Content specs:

Hermes x reader, Circe x reader, entrapment?, kidnapping?, Hermes being a little shit, she/her pronouns, female reader, the word darling is abused, Eurylochus is an asshole.

I definitely wasn't inspired by Mulan...

Check the reblogs for a short continuation.

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You wanted to fight, you were strong, trained, strategic, and your father? He was well past his glory days. You could not, in your right mind, allow him to fight in this war, and you hadn't. For more than 10 years you'd kept your gender hidden as you fought bravely against the Trojans.

You kept a low profile, not wanting to catch any unwanted attention, you followed orders, you were ruthless on the battle field. In short you were the perfect soldier.

Then came the journey home. 10 years of war had wore you down, but you prevailed. Even when faced with the God of tides you were able to keep your identity hidden, but then came different circumstances.

You'd not gone with Eurylochus to scout out the island, having a few things to do on deck. Polites' death had left you with more tasks to complete, he used to be the one to keep track of the supplies. You missed him. You'd lost a friend and gained a shit ton of work on top of your own, one of which weighed heavier than the other.

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Having completed your work, you left the ship. The crew had docked at a beautiful island, it felt surprisingly serene. Your captain was only a few paces away, but clearly needed some space. The loss of the fleet weighed heavy on you, you couldn't imagine what he felt as their captain and king.

A flushed Eurylochus caught your attention. Odysseus questioned him and the answer of his state filled you with a strange sense of hope.

A woman.

You'd been at war, at sea, woth men who were not very respectful. You'd seen the atrocities done to the people who shared your gender, and had nit been able to do anything about it. But most of those men had been lost to the tides, the soldiers on Odysseus' ship were more respectful. Mainly because the captain's love for the queen allowed no room for misogyny, not on his ship.

"Not to insert myself, or speak ill of your plan, but perhaps I could speak to the witch." You interrupted their discussion.

"And what could you do to the witch, that the captain could not?" Eurylochus replied, accusingly. But the captain held up his hand, stopping the second in command from speaking any more.

"I believe she'd be more willing to hear out another woman."

"And what do you suggest we do? Dress up? Wait for one to magically fall out of the sky?"

"Shush, Eurylochus, let him speak." The captain intervened again.

"I am a woman. I'm surprised it took this long for my secret to be discovered." You state.

Odysseus smiled. "Polites was aware. He came to me about it. Concerned for your wellbeing if one of the crew members were to find out."

Your heart swelled and broke at the same time. Your greatest friend had kept the secret you weren't even aware he knew of. And so had your captain.

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Your captain insisted on escorting you to the palace, ready to step in if you needed him to. But an unexpected presence stopped the both of you in your tracks.

Hermes. A God you'd prayed to for safe travels, a God who'd heeded your prayers, a God who was here, in the flesh, offering a deal.

He'd help you, but dealing with Gods always came with a price. One you'd only find out if you won. How selfless.

"In the root of this flower, lies the power to take her on. Once you digest it, you'll be able to manifest a being of your creation, if you're creative enough. It'll only exist until the fight is over." The God explained. "Open up, darling, no time to waste." He said, putting his hand under her chin.

He placed the flower in her mouth and pressed it closed, swiping his thumb over her lower lip. "Chop chop, you haven't got all day." He said, giving her a lopsided smirk.

"Lady of the palace, sorry that I ask this..."

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The fight had gone in her favour, as had the negotiation. That was until Circe asked her: "Why would you risk your life to save these men?"

"I risk my life, not for these men, but for my captain who would not leave without them, and who has a wife and son waiting for him to return. There's nothing in this world that he wants more than the company of his beloved. I risk my life for my fallen comrades, one in particular, who's lives I do not want to end in vain. If they cannot return, they must do so for them. I risk my life, as I've nothing left to return to and I would welcome death with open arms. So I beg you, Circe, let these men free."

"I will let those men free, and I offer one thing more. Stay. You've nothing to return to, so why suffer trying to get to a home that's no longer yours. Why suffer the wrath of Poseidon for a wrongdoing not of your own? Stay with me and my nymphs, we will treat you well. You'll no longer have to fear a man's selfishness."

"No can do little witch, she's made a deal with me. Isn't that right, darling." A familiar, but unexpected voice interrupted.

"Hermes, so you're the one who aided her? I should've known." Circe mused. "Very well, but if you are ever free of this deal, know you are welcome here, love." The witch almost purred.

"May I say goodbye to my captain?" You asked the messenger God.

"I'm feeling generous today, let's go say bye to my great grandson." He replied, picking her up, and flying her outside.

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"This is entirely unnecessary, my feet work perfectly fine, please put me down, and oh my Gods that's high up." You hid your face in the crook of his neck, feeling the vibrations from his laughter.

"You can look, were almost on solid ground, darling."

"Before I say goodbye, what exactly does this deal entail?"

He smirked at her. "Their freedom cost you yours, but don't worry darling, I'll treat you nicely, and I won't turn you into a pig."

And as she looked at the beautiful man, she did not think this deal was a bad one.

[peachyprophets-blog]

hey! Is it possible you could make part four of the story? I wanna see where it goes and I'm hanging on the edge of my seal lol. But if your busy it's fine or if it's discontinued sorry lol. Just wondering

DROWNED LOVE, LET ME SEE YOU AGAIN...

Various! Yandere/Obsessed! EPIC Characters x Reader

Content Warning: Yandere themes, Odysseus' obsession with you grows stronger, mention of themes

Description: While Odysseus meets the prophet Tiresias in the he learns about his future, but what about you? He has no answer to that (or does he not want to give an answer?). Meanwhile, Hermes visits Circe who wants to find out more about you, so Hermes decides to take you to Circe when Apollo, Athena or one of the other gods isn't looking and then things start to get different…

Part 4: Whispers of the dead and other ways of persuasion

A/N: here is the next part :3 I'm so sorry that none came, I'm currently in training and in exam phase, I try to upload at least one part every weekend. I am so grateful that you like this series (maybe I'm planning one-shots from other fandoms)

PREV / Part 5

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Odysseus POV:

The air is cold, voices echo from every corner and I have the oppressive feeling in my chest that I can no longer escape from here, from the underworld. Circe sent me and my men here, a prophet who can help us get back home. But I don't want to go home until I find (Y/N), I need her by my side. The souls of my deceased comrades are tugging at me, I can't stop thinking about the past events. A short time later I hear a familiar voice, but it can't be, "Mother?" I ask quietly as I see my mother's slightly glowing soul on the other side. "I'm waiting... Odysseus... (Y/N) when are you coming home?" her voice sang, I didn't know what to say or how to react. My mother and loved ones have died, what should I do? I said goodbye to my mother quietly and prayed to the gods that I would find (Y/N) here, but it was in vain, where was she? She must be here somewhere if Poseidon really killed her back then. (Y/N), where are you... I'm waiting..

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While Odysseus let his gaze wander towards you, they arrived at the prophet, but what Odysseus said was not what he expected. The prophet who went by the name "Tiresias" spoke his prophecy without mentioning you in any of his syllables, like a secret that no one should guess. "I see a song of past love, I see the sacrifices of men, I see depictions of betrayal and a brother's last stand. I see you on the brink of death, I see you taking your last breath, I see a man coming home alive, but it's no longer you." Those were the words of the prophet Odysseus was shocked but his question about how you are, where you are and what your future looks like, are he and Penelope still a part of it, continues to circle around in his head but Tiresias apparently has no answer to that. The only thing he answers is "Your future is dark." After Odysseus was on his way out of the underworld, a slight glow appeared around the prophet, he had successfully completed the task of not telling Odysseus about your future, he can now also see your future without having to see Odysseus in it like a stain that tarnishes a beautiful painting.

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Meanwhile, you are sitting in one of the magnificent gardens on Olympus, surrounded by every imaginable kind of flower, they shine in their full splendor and even glow a little. It is rare that you are alone at the moment, as you are usually always accompanied by a god or goddess. But right now you are completely alone, listening to the trees rustling in the wind in the garden, the quiet conversations of the nymphs and the twittering of the birds. While you are completely alone in this quiet moment, you don't know what Hermes is planning.

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Hermes POV

I visited a good friend of mine again, Circe. The sorceress saw me and looked annoyed, to which I just laughed quietly. "What's that face for, my love!" I called out in a good mood. After she told me what had happened, I had to laugh quietly and shrugged my shoulders. "It was funny," I answered skillfully. But then her expression changed. "Tell me more about her." I knew what she meant and I'll be honest, I told her everything about her. We decided that I would bring her with me. I was aware that I had a challenge to get past the other gods. But please, I stole my brother's cows when I was a baby. I knew that our dear (Y/N) was alone at the moment, so why don't I take her on a trip to Circe Dawling.

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Protected by the warm sun, you were still sitting alone in the garden until you felt a gust of wind. When you opened your eyes, Hermes was standing in front of you with a broad grin. "Lord Hermes?" you asked the god, but you couldn't say anything else. The god lifted you up in his arms and with a grin he said, "We're going on a trip now, Dawling." And before you could process it, you felt the wind blowing through your hair as Hermes ran off at his inhuman speed. In less than a few minutes you were already on a beautiful island, and in the middle of it stood a magnificent palace. The palace was not like the one on Olympus, but the palace was perfect for a goddess. When Hermes let you down, you felt the soft grass and the gentle wind. When you turned your gaze in the direction of the palace, you saw two white lions approaching you, but when you wanted to back away, he held you with a gentle grip, "Don't be afraid, they won't hurt you." The lions sniffed you curiously and led you towards the palace.

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Reader POV:

I don't know how I got into this situation, I was just on Olympus and now I'm standing between the messengers of the gods Hermes and the sorceress Circe. Circe's fingers gently stroked my skin and her voice was soft and she cast a spell over me. "Don't be afraid, my love, you'll really like it here, I just hope Hermes was gentle with you too." These words penetrated deep into my heart, she seemed to be worried about me. At least that's what I thought, her eyes were full of affection. "Hermes has already told me so much about you, I just had to see you in person," she whispered softly to me. "And I must say, you are even more lovely than Hermes described you." I blushed at her words, these words touched my heart and spread a warm feeling. "Thank you Lady Circe..." I managed to say. I flinched when I felt Hermes' hand on my hip. I took a step forward out of reflex and felt Circe's arms wrap around me. "Hermes, not so rough, it could break." She warned the god and gently stroked my hip and whispered in my ear in a seductive tone, "Don't worry, my little flower, I'll make sure you're okay here." I felt the heat spread across my face, my vision began to change. Circe looked so beautiful and Hermes' proximity put me in a state that was hard to explain.

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As you stood between the two of them, you felt a pair of lips sliding over your shoulders. A slight shiver ran down your spine. "If it's too much, tell us, little flower." Circe's voice rang out before she lifted your chin with her fingers. You nodded in agreement, a slight gasp escaped you as Hermes began to kiss your neck. "Don't worry, my little flower, I'll make sure it's the best for you," Circe assured you with a gentle smile before you felt her lips on yours, her kiss was gentle and tasted sweet like honey...

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Peachyprophet

[linxnnalyn]

hi! I think (?) your requests are open (if they aren’t just delete this and pretend I never sent this in) and if they are I had an idea for a Circe x reader where the reader is kinda like pirate captain esque and accidentally crashes her ship into circes island but falls in love with Circe and ends up giving up her captain role to someone else to stay with Circe on her island and be happy with her

idk this just randomly came to me but if you don’t want to/don’t feel like writing this just delete this ask!

Circe with a fem! ex-pirate! S/O

࣪𖤐.ᐟ note -> NO ONE UNDERSTANDS HOW MUCH I LOVE PIRATE READERS!!!! ALSO I'M OFFICIALLY OFF BREAK!!!

࣪𖤐.ᐟ warnings -> none.

࣪𖤐.ᐟ content includes -> fluff, readers crew is mostly women, smitten, the nymphs, idk what else to add lol.

۫ ꣑ৎ Circe wasn’t surprised when a group of pirates crashed into her island, since it happened quite often. What she didn’t expect was that the crew was mostly women, and that the crew was led by a woman—you. It is safe to say Circe and her nymphs welcomed the women with open arms, distrusting towards the men but you kept them in line.

۫ ꣑ৎ She was the one to personally attend to your injuries. Circe never minded the way you would talk her ear off about your and your crew's adventures on sea while she tended to your wounds, she actually finds them quite intriguing and interesting. Circe could also see how the younger nymphs loved hearing about the stories, so she always let you continue.

۫ ꣑ৎ As time passed, Circe started to enjoy your company more and more. The two of you would often walk throughout the gardens of her palace or she would watch as you and your crew fixed up your damaged ship. It was fairly obvious that you were her favorite, especially noticed by the nymphs who hatched a plan to get the two of you together because of how obviously smitten their lady is.

۫ ꣑ৎ She knew that as the time passed and the two of you grew closer that you fell in love with her. It was obvious, really, from the way you look at her, from the way you would try and show off while sword fighting with one of your crew members, the way they would tease you whenever she was around. Circe found it cute, really.

۫ ꣑ৎ Even though she was obviously smitten for you, Circe never acted on her feelings, not wanting to take you away from your crew. Circe could see how much you cared about them, and as much as she wanted to she didn’t tell you about her feelings, simply because she would feel like she was forcing you to stay on her island, away from the sea and adventures you adore.

۫ ꣑ৎ So Circe was quite surprised when on the night before you and your crew were supposed to leave the island, you confessed your love for her, telling her how you wish to stay and be by her side. She was stunned to say the least, but Circe can’t deny that your words made her happy. The two of you talked about it for hours, making sure that it is really what you want.

۫ ꣑ৎ Circe watched as you said goodbye to your crew and friends, giving up your role as captain to your right-hand woman, promising that you will still see them again, that it is just a matter of time when they crash into the island again. Crice could see the pain in your eyes as the two of you watched the ship sail away, and she held your hand until you were ready to go back to the palace.

۫ ꣑ৎ She knows that it is hard for you to adjust to this new life, with her and her nymphs, so Circe makes sure to help you adjust. Circe likes to have you stay in her room with her as she makes potions, or go on walks together throughout the palace gardens during a nice, sunny day. Circe especially likes to play with your hair as you fall asleep in her lap.

۫ ꣑ৎ Circe adores the way you would play and spend time with her nymphs, even willing to teach them sword fighting to defend themselves if ever needed, though that often just ends up with you and the nymphs playing pirates for the fun of it. Circe just can’t help but watch from and distance, thankful for the fates for bringing you to her.

۫ ꣑ৎ You and Circe would sometimes at night sit at the beach, staring into the shining sea with your hands intertwined, happy that you have been able to meet each other and love each other. It doesn’t matter that you sometimes still long for the sea, you are happy and contempt with staying by Circe's side.

[a-998h]

YOUR WRITING IS SO NICE U FILLED MY TUMMY WITH SUCH GOOD FOOD 🤌🤌

rare pair but may i request circe x hermes x reader (kinda flirty kinda rivalry if u can read me), or just zeus x reader / poseidon x reader im always up to devour sone zaddies

I'm so glad you like my writing!

Also, Reader is female in this because they're a nymph and most nymphs are female.

TRIGGER WARNING FOR KIDNAPPING!

Once upon a time in ancient Greece, there was a Dryad, a nymph of the trees, named Reader. She loved in a beautiful grove created by Pan, God of the wild, for the local Dryads. Reader loved their home, it was full of live, love, and completely safe from the ruinous hands of mortals, but it was only mortals who could never find this place.

One day, as Reader was tending to her flower bed she hear a laugh amongst the trees, so being curious she looked around and asked the open air who that laughter belonged to.

"That would be me, darling," a mischievous said.

Reader turns, and in all his divine glory was the god Hermes. You greeted him politely, being as respectful as you could to a literal god. Hermes laughed and told Reader she didn't need to be so formal with him. Once Reader readjusted herself she asked Hermes what he was doing here.

"Well, I heard about a darling little dryad with the most beautiful flowers in the world and I just had to see for myself, and I wanted to look at the flowers." Hermes explained, pushing himself off the tree he was leaning on.

Reader, blushing and flustered lead Hermes to her flowers beds, talking about each flower in the garden. Hermes listened intensely, finding it adorable how she talked about her flowers. He wasn't lying when he said he was there to see the darling little dryad. During Persephone's last summer visit she mentioned you in passing and Hermes, ever the curious one, wanted to see for himself.

"I'm sorry, am I boring you?" You ask, looking up at Hermes.

"Oh, no, not at all darling. Keep going, I just loving hearing you talk about your passion." Hermes said, making extra sure he paid close attention.

When he had to leave you were upset, after all he was the only one, who wasn't Pan or a nother Dryad, who stayed when you talked about your flowers. Hermes saw you sad face and promised he'd return another day before flying off back to Mount Olympus.

The next day, Hermes comes back to the grove just as promised. This time he brought with him tales of the outside world in exchange for you to pick up where you left off about your flowers. This went on for weeks, Hermes coming with stories, new seeds, or sweets I exchange for the grove gossip or facts about flowers.

However, as time goes on Hermes gets a warm, fuzzy feeling in his chest whenever he's around you or thinking of you. He tries to keep up his mischievous air but it was hard when you were being so damn cute.

"I don't understand why I feel this way!" Hermes tells Athena as he drinks a cup of nectar.

Athena, not good in the field of romance, walks away to get Aphordite. When Athena comes back with Aphordite she wishes her luck and leaves. Hermes shares his feelings with Aphordite and she breaks out into a big grin.

"Love, Hermes! That's what you're feeling. You're in love with this Dryad!" She says, clapping her hands.

"Is that so? Well, how do I make it stop?" He jokingly asks.

"Don't resist, Hermes. But, I have a few ideas that could work!" Aphordite says as she pulls out a scroll.

***

Hermes, arms filled with calathus stuffed to the brim with your favorite fruits and some flowers, flies to the grove but the air feels different. He notices the Naiads and other Dryads looking somber. He asks what happened and a Naiad tells him that a group of mortal sailors kidnapped you wandered to close to the coast. Hermes drops the calathus is shock, spilling it's contents on the ground. He snaps back to reality and asks the Naiad which way the boat went. She points west and Hermes takes off, hopefully that you were ok.

***

Circe watched as those crude sailors turned into pigs at her table, smiling the whole time. Once they're fully transformed, her nymphs take the pigs to a pen outdoors. She goes outside to see if those mortals had anything worth keeping on their ship. As she looks around she hears noises under the deck. Going down to the brig she freezes. Huddled in the corner of a dank cell was a terrified Dryad.

"You poor thing, let's get you out of here." Circe says, turning the bars of the cell into snakes. Once the snakes slither away, she calmly approaches the Dryad.

"It's ok, dear. I'm not going to hurt you," Circe says, quietly and caring.

You gently take her hand, and she helps you stand up. Once you're standing she leads you off the ship and onto the sands of her island. You look around at all the plants you've never seen before and Circe can't help but find it a bit cute. She takes your hand and leads you towards her palace, promising you a hot meal and listening ear. You follow, happy to be in the presence of someone kind after your time on that ship.

Once you're in her dinning hall she has her nymphs lay out some non cursed food for you. You dig in and Circe just watches, seeing how your cheeks get full and round when you eat. Once you've finished eating she asks what happened to you. You explain and her grip on her chalice tightens.

"Well, looks like they'll be dinner tonight," she mutters.

"What did you say?" You innocently ask.

"Nothing, dear. Please continue," Circe says.

Once you finish your tale she has a nymph lead you to the bath so you can wash up. Once you're out of sight she lets her anger out, her power crackling around the room and electrifying the air. She knew men could be cruel but this, kidnapping an innocent nymph after luring her with the promise of her favorite thing was well beyond unacceptable in her eyes. But, Circe takes a breath and collects herself.

"Set up a guest room for our friend. She looks like she needs a goodnight's sleep," Circe tells a pair of nymphs.

They nod and go to set up the room while Circe sits back on her throne. She felt bad for the nymph, being taken from her home for any number of purposes. So, being kind Circe was going to let her stay on Aeaea for as long as she liked.

***

You and Circe had grown close over your long stay here. She found it so cute how fascinated you were with Aeaea's flowers and how happy you looked with the other nymphs. You were becoming like another daughter to her and she was so worried about what would happen if you left Aeaea but that was neither here nor there.

On this day you were hanging out with some other nymphs while she watched from a distance. As she watched she heard someone behind her. Summoning her wand she turns around, pointing her wand at whoever was behind her. She looks and sees Hermes.

"Hermes, what are you doing here?" Circe asks, lowering her want slightly.

"I'm looking for a Dryad," Hermes explains.

"Why?" Circe asked.

Hermes explained what had happened and Circe asked for the name of the Dryad Hermes was looking for. When Hermes said your name Circe stared at him, looked back at you, then looked back at Hermes.

"What if she doesn't want to leave?" Circe asks.

"Then can I visit her?" Hermes asks.

"Fine. But if you hurt her I'll turn you into a tortoise and have my nymphs make you into soup!" Circe threatens.

"You really think I'd do anything, Circe?" Hermes asks, holding his hands up in surrender with a nervous smile.

"Sorry, force of habit," Circe says.

Hermes floats over to you, tapping you on the shoulder. When you turn around you freeze im shock at seeing Hermes. Hermes was confused and jokingly asked what that look was for.

"I thought you moved on," you tell him.

"Darling, I could never move on from you. I love you, darling! More than anything!" Hermes says, holding your cheeks to pull you closer to him.

At that you start to tear up and he uses his thumbs to wipe them away before kissing you on the cheeks, not caring that the other nymphs were watching. His hands move from your cheeks to your hands, intertwining your fingers in order to pull you closer.

"I love you, darling. I love you with all the ichor in my veins and warmth in my heart," Hermes declares.

"I love you to, Hermes," you say quietly.

Hermes pulls you closer so that your bodies and flush against each other. Before you can do anything Hermes kisses you deeply and you kiss back. When you pull apart your both blushing and smiling, then a voice echoes.

"Leave her alone, creep!" A trio of young nymphs yell.

Hermes raises his hands in surrender, trying to explain that he wasn't doing anything werid with you but the little nymphs don't listen, charging towards him and ready to fight him. Hermes is just about to fly out of their reach when Circe steps in.

"Girls, leave him alone. That's her boyfriend." Circe explains, sounding like a tired mom and not the powerful sorcerous who threatened to turn him into a tortoise. The nymphs stop and apologize and Hermes forgives them.

"If makes you feel any better I can bring her back to visit." Hermes offers, wanting to make peace with the young nymphs.

They nod, agreeing to this. Hermes, relieved that they weren't going to try an beat him up, takes your hand and asks if you want him to take you back to your grove.

"Yes, but let me grab my seeds first." You say, already rushing off.

Hermes raises an eyebrow and looks at Circe, who explains that you've gotten your hands on a few seeds from each flower on Aeaea, including Moly. Hermes eyes widen at that, surprised that you even managed to find Moly, nevermind it's seeds. Once you come back with your seeds Hermes kneels so you can climb onto his back. Once your arms are wrapped around him and he had a good grip on your legs you said one last see you later to the nymphs and Circe before Hermes lifted off the ground and back towards the grove.

"Don't forget to invite us to the wedding!" Circe yells towards the sky, just before you and Hermes are out of earshot.

"We promise!" You yell back.

Circe smiles, watching you and Hermes go back east, knowing that you'll both be back because you want to and not because something bad happened.

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Can I mayhaps ask for Cirpen x reader yuri smut I long for yuri so basically Circe and Penelope find their girlfriend teaching the nymphs how too do the splits unaware that y/n was this flexible they wanted too see how flexible you could be in bed (being anonymous bc I'm asking for smut sighh also if you don't wanna do it because its cirpen you can do just Circe x reader or Penelope x reader!)

Like That

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Word count: 2.3k

Summary: While teaching nymphs how to stretch, you effortlessly drop into a split—unaware that Circe and Penelope are secretly watching, completely entranced by your flexibility. Later, the air is thick with magic and intent. They confront you, hungry with desire, and take their time... worshipping you.

Pairing: Fem!Reader x Circe x Penelope

A/N: this is so freaky I TRIED MY BEST I PROMISE

Warnings: MDNI, implied fingering, oral sex, threesome, praise kink

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The midday sun hung high, draping the glade in a molten veil of gold. Light filtered through the canopy in soft shafts, dappling the clearing with flickers of brilliance that danced over moss and skin alike. The earth beneath your bare feet was warm and forgiving, a blend of soft loam and sun-soaked grass. The air was thick with the scents of summer: crushed rosemary underfoot, distant salt from the sea, and the sweetness of blooming myrtle in the trees.

Your skirt was knotted high on your hips, fabric bunched loosely at your waist to allow for movement. Your skin glowed with exertion and sun, dewy in the heat, your arms extended gracefully as you moved with slow, deliberate elegance, guiding the nymphs clustered around you. They followed in scattered mimicry, giggling, breathless, stumbling over limbs and balance, their laughter bubbling like a brook down a mountainside. Pure, melodic, endless.

You smiled, patient, serene. “No, no—breathe through it. You have to relax your hips. Let gravity do the work.”

And then, effortlessly, you dropped into a full split. The laughter stuttered into silence. Gasps rose in unison, wide eyes blinking in awe as they watched your body lengthen, open, and settle into the earth with fluid grace. But you barely noticed. Your arms reached skyward, spine lifting tall, crown tilted to the sun. You held the pose with tranquil confidence, your expression soft and unbothered. Like a priestess in morning devotion, channeling something ancient through muscle and breath. The light caressed every curve, every line of strength in your thighs, your waist, your outstretched arms. You were sun-kissed, supple, radiant.

And at the edge of the glade, hidden beneath the green-gold shadows of the trees, two figures watched in rapt, breathless silence. Circe lounged against a gnarled oak, her body half-swallowed by vines and leaves, one hand resting at her side while the other absently twirled a lock of hair. Her golden eyes were slitted, low with desire, watching your every motion like a huntress stalking prey. The sunlight made her golden tattoos shimmer faintly, alive against her bronzed skin, her expression somewhere between amusement and hunger.

Beside her, Penelope stood as if carved from stillness. Her posture was composed, her hands delicately clasped at her waist—but her parted lips and dilated pupils betrayed the storm beneath. Her chest rose in a slow, shallow breath, reverence etched into every line of her face.

“Did you know she could do that?” Penelope asked, her voice barely more than breath—hushed, reverent, nearly aching.

Circe’s smirk deepened, curling at the corners like a secret spell. “I’ve bent her legs back before,” she murmured, the words honeyed and rich, “but not like that.”

Penelope swallowed, eyes glued to the supple arch of your spine, the long stretch of thigh, the soft curve of strength in your core. “I want to see how deep she can arch,” she whispered. “How long she can hold it. How much she can take..”

Circe’s gaze didn’t leave your form. “Then let’s find out,” she said, her smile slow and sharp and promising. From the glade, the nymphs continued their breathless mimicry, but you remained in your stretch, unknowing and open beneath the gaze of two women who were already imagining how to worship and ruin you all over again.

You returned to the cottage much later, the sun low behind the trees, painting the horizon in hues of honey and flame. Your skin was warm and flushed, still tingling from the heat of the day and the laughter of the nymphs echoing in your bones. A lazy smile lingered on your lips as you nudged the door open, humming faintly to yourself, the scent of wild thyme and sun-scorched grass still clinging to your clothes. But the moment you stepped inside, everything changed. The air shifted.

It hit you like the press of velvet to bare skin. Thick, sweet, heavy with something unseen but unmistakable. The warmth inside was not from the fire. It was denser than heat, laced with heady perfume. Sandalwood, crushed rose, and something darker beneath, something charged. The kind of scent that curled in your lungs and made your pulse quicken without permission. Before you could react, the door clicked shut behind you. Then locked. A soft sound, final.

You stilled. “Hello?” you called, voice wavering at the edges, though you weren’t sure why. No one had answered, but something or someone was watching.

From the shadows near the hearth, Circe stepped into view. She moved like poured wine, like a promise about to be broken. Silks clung to her like a second skin. It was barely fastened, slipping down one shoulder to reveal gold-dusted flesh. Her tattoos gleamed in the low light, serpentine and fluid, seeming to pulse with her breath. Her golden eyes found you instantly and devoured—tracing every inch of your form, from the fine sheen of sweat on your collarbone to the soft muscle of your thighs beneath your skirt.

Her smile was slow. Dangerous. “We saw your little display..” she purred, voice the kind that wound around your spine and pulled.

Another figure followed—Penelope, quiet as moonlight on water. She was all grace and restraint, wrapped in linen the color of doves’ wings, her hair unbound and curling slightly at the ends. But her eyes, so sharp with heat, darkened with a hunger that made your breath catch. She looked at you like you were a feast she’d been fasting from for far too long.

“You didn’t tell us you were that flexible, love,” she said gently, but her voice was taut with want, reverence curled beneath the words like an undertow.

You blinked, startled by their intensity, your smile faltering as something low and liquid stirred in your belly. “I didn’t think it mattered.”

Circe was in front of you before the last word left your mouth—two long, effortless steps, and then her hand was beneath your chin, tilting your face up to hers. Her fingers were cool and sure, her gaze molten.

“Oh, it matters now,” She said softly, the words like smoke, like silk, like the beginning of something inevitable. They undressed you slowly, worshipfully.

Penelope’s fingers moved with reverence, tracing the curve of your spine like she was reading scripture written in skin. Circe followed the path of her hands with her mouth, lips brushing over your collarbone, hot and deliberate, as if she meant to kiss the breath right from your lungs. Their touch didn’t rush.. it unraveled. Inch by inch. Layer by layer. Until you stood bare before them, warm and golden in the firelight, chest rising and falling with something thick and thrumming.

They guided you to the bed like an offering.

Circe settled behind you, legs framing your hips, her thighs firm and warm against yours. She draped herself over your back, hands resting at your waist like they belonged there. Penelope knelt between your parted legs, her gaze reverent, dark eyes shining with something between worship and hunger.

“Can you show us again?” Penelope whispered, her voice a velvet thread, barely audible over the pounding in your ears. Her fingertips skimmed the inside of your thigh—featherlight, reverent.. As if you might vanish if she touched too hard. “How far can you go?”

You didn’t speak. You didn’t need to. The air had already thickened with knowing. With a slow, fluid shift of your hips, you lowered yourself into the splits—effortless, sinuous, your body opening like a prayer answered. The tension in the room snapped.

A strangled sound ripped from Circe’s throat, half-growl, half-moan. Her hands found your hips like they were drawn there by spellwork, her fingers clutching hard enough to bruise. Her nails bit into your skin, anchoring her to the sight of you. “Fuck,” she rasped, her voice wrecked. “You’re going to kill me.”

Penelope’s breath caught audibly. Her lips parted, her eyes devouring every inch of you like she couldn’t quite believe you were real. She dropped lower with reverent slowness, her hair brushing your skin as she kissed her way up your trembling inner thigh, her touch was soft, unhurried, like you were something sacred. When her breath fanned over your slick heat, your hips twitched. She paused.

“My my…” she whispered, the words soaked in awe and hunger, her voice nearly broken. “Look at you.”

And then her mouth was on you. Hot, soft, devastating. The first drag of her tongue stole the breath from your lungs. The world tilted, spun, melted. You forgot your own name. Circe groaned behind you, her grip tightening, her chest rising and falling against your back like she was struggling not to come just from the sight. But you could barely process it. All thought drowned beneath the slow, sinful worship of Penelope’s mouth.

Penelope's tongue was warm, slow, precise, circling, dipping, drinking. She moved like she was savoring something sacred, like your pleasure was holy and she was its high priestess. Circe held you open, her grip tight, worship-rough, nails biting crescents into your hips. She kissed your shoulder. Soft, murmuring words into your skin in a language you didn’t know, but your body understood. Every syllable lit sparks beneath your ribs. Every breath she fed you trembled straight to your core.

Your leg lifted easily, muscle pliant from hours of movement and stretch, and Penelope guided it over her shoulder, angling you wider. Deeper. Her moan vibrated against you as you cried out, helpless, trembling under the onslaught of pleasure. Her fingers joined her mouth—two, then three—moving in a rhythm so deliberate it made your spine arch. Circe groaned into your neck, rocking against your back with abandon, drinking in every sound you made like she’d go feral without it.

“You take so well,” Circe whispered, her voice ragged, hips grinding against your lower back. “So pliant. So good. I want to see how many ways we can make you come.”

And boy, they made good on the promise.

Penelope curled her fingers just right, dragging them slow and deep as her tongue flicked wickedly. Meanwhile, Circe’s mouth found your throat, teeth grazing, sucking until you cried out. You writhed between them, lost in the stretch, the angle, the pressure. Your knees folded nearly to your ears as Penelope fucked you deeper, her breath catching as she pulled back just enough to look.

“Gods,” Penelope breathed, her voice shaking, eyes wide and devout as if she were witnessing a revelation. “You look divine like this. Open and trembling.”

Her words dripped worship, and they made you whimper. Circe’s hand slid up your chest, slow and possessive, until her fingers brushed your lips. You opened for her without hesitation, greedily and needy. Her fingers pushed past your lips, and you sucked them deep, tongue curling, mouth slick and obedient. The taste of your own arousal lingered faintly on her skin, and the low moan she gave in response only made your pulse spike.

“Good girl,” She rasped, her voice raw silk, heavy with reverence and hunger. Her hips rolled against you from behind, her slick heat grinding against your ass, her body a furnace pressed tight to your back. You could feel her. Every curve, every inch of heat and want. As she moved, slow and relentless. Her free hand found your breast again, fingers pinching and rolling the peaked flesh until your back arched, taut and trembling.

“You’re ours,” she growled, right against your ear, her breath hot and ragged. “Our little stretch of heaven.”

The words tore through you. You shattered. Once—your cry muffled around Circe’s fingers, your body tensing, twitching. And once again, your thighs twitching, curling instinctively, as Penelope’s tongue never relented, her fingers stroking you through each wave like she could read your body by heart.

Your body gave out, wrung dry and burning, hips jerking weakly, muscles trembling and clenching with every aftershock. You sobbed softly around Circe’s fingers, lips wet and swollen, eyes fluttering shut as your body pulsed in their hands—wrecked, radiant, utterly undone. You couldn’t even count. Every orgasm melted into the next. Wave after wave after wave. They didn’t stop. They shifted. Adjusted your body like sculptors molding soft clay, marveling at every tremble, every arch, every broken sound that spilled from your lips. Your strength only fed them. Your surrender made them starved.

By the time it was over, you were boneless and melted into the mattress, limbs sprawled without aim or tension, breath dragging shallow and slow from your parted lips. Sweat cooled on your flushed skin, glistening in the firelight like dew on petaled flesh after rainfall. Your hair was a wild halo, tangled across the pillows and your shoulders, clinging in damp, curling strands. Your thighs still trembled faintly, twitching with aftershocks, overstimulated and gloriously used. Every inch of you pulsed with pleasure, the echoes of their touch thrumming beneath your skin like distant thunder.

You felt claimed in the deepest sense. Not just taken, but known. Worshipped. Marked in ways no mirror could reflect. A constellation of bruises bloomed along your hips and inner thighs, love-bites blossomed over your collarbone and the swell of your breast, each one a story, a moment, a gasp etched into flesh.

Circe’s body blanketed yours from behind, her breath warm against your ear as she draped herself over your back like a lioness at rest, possessive and sated. Her fingers skimmed lazily down your waist, dipping into the hollow of your hip with familiarity that made your belly flutter all over again. She pressed a kiss to your temple. One soft, tender, reverent.

“Tomorrow,” she murmured, her voice husky with satisfaction, lips brushing your skin, “you’re teaching us those stretches.”

A tired, breathless laugh slipped from you, but it was stolen almost immediately by the press of another mouth. Penelope had never moved far, still curled beside you like a prayer, one hand stroking the inside of your thigh in idle, reverent circles. Her touch was feather-light, more soothing than seeking now, as if she could coax your body to melt even further into safety. Her gaze was soft but dark, heavy with lingering want, her lashes casting shadows against flushed cheeks as she leaned in.

She kissed you, lingering like the last note of a hymn in a quiet temple. It tasted like devotion. Like honey and salt and promise. Not an ending. An invitation.

“But tonight,” she whispered, lips brushing yours—

“Let’s see how else you bend.”

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my longest fic ever.. yuri.. smut.. okay pop off

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