EPIC : THE FAIR MAIDEN (platonic ver.)
CHAPTER THREE : THE GOLDY ENCOUNTERS
relations. : platonic various epic characters/reader -- platonic odysseus/reader ; platonic polites/reader ; platonic eurylochus/reader ; platonic elpenor/reader ; platonic perimedes/reader ; platonic odysseus' crew/reader ; platonic hermes/reader
chpt. sum. : Hermes finds you fascinating (in a deviously misunderstood way), Poseidon also finds you fascinating too (in a creepy way). But hey! The crew finally meet your villagers!
tags. : female, mute reader ; pure comfort ; reader is a comfort gamer ; animal crossing new horizons game mechanics ; the crew are be simping ; crew have puppy love ; isekai and transmigration ; fix it fic ; characters know their future ; you guys get to meet my villagers! ; hermes is just here for the funsies ; poseidon is very greek-mythology-lore-accurate ; poseidon is very creepy in this, be warned poseidon lovers!
length. : 7.2k
navi. | series m.list
← prev. | two : the island paradise
Hermes giggles to himself, trying to ignore the fluttering in his stomach from the excitement. He watches you fondly from high above, lying on his stomach in a bed of clouds with his feet in the air, kicking away as his hands hold up his chin.
“Why did you interfere?” Athena materialises beside him, standing in her tall, proud height.
“Interfere?” Hermes looks offended, but it's all an act, and Athena knows this more than anyone. He wasn't the god of mischief without reason; she can already sense his scheming, and it makes her feel uneasy about the consequences it'll have on her champ—her friend. "I'm simply having a little fun, darling~" Hermes sing-songs, grinning widely at the narrowed look his half-sister gives him from beneath the shadow of her helmet. "It gets so boring up here without any entertainment, but I fortunately seem to have found the perfect subject to cure that ailment."
“This isn't a game, Hermes,” Athena speaks sternly before worry lines her brows, and she turns her gaze down, watching as you silently talk with some strangely coloured animals that Hermes must have allowed onto the island with you. Her ankle-winged brother finally laughs aloud, finding her irritation amusing.
“Oh darling~ you misunderstand! I know very well that this isn't a game.” Athena isn't convinced and lets out an exasperated sigh whilst rubbing at her temples through her helmet. She puts in great efforts to avoid the sight of the messenger God’s cheeky smile, trying to keep a level head. Amused, Hermes dares to speak once more, "calm down~"
“Calm down?! Your actions could very well have endangered Odysseus and her!”
“But she is under my protection now,” Hermes’s grin doesn’t falter, confident in his ability to protect you by warding off any enemy, “you worry too much, darling~” Hermes coos, flying up in his front-laying position so that his head was level with Athena’s and he could look her in the eye with just a slight tilt of his head. “And there isn’t a chance I’ll let any danger come to her,” Hermes looks down at you fondly once again as Athena huffs.
“Don’t tell me you’ve grown fond of her to this extent already.”
“There’s no question about it!” Hermes giggles and throws his arms up in a gleeful cheer, righting himself vertically, before turning his full attention onto Athena. The goddess of wisdom is, somewhat taken aback by the sudden shift in his demeanour; there was almost a threat hidden in his glowing eyes, “I’ve already given her my blessing, after all. Whoever dares harm her from now on will be answering to me,”
“But why?” Athena presses, always one to ask for an explanation; her mind simply can’t comprehend how capricious Hermes’ actions are, “Because she’s a great traveller from another world? Can it only be that?”
“I believe we have a winner, ladies and gentlemen!” Hermes announces with a laugh, his gesticulations presenting as if he were addressing a nonexistent audience. "That and she's very, very entertaining to watch." Hermes thinks about the way you captured an enormous fish and presented it to the crew as if it were an ordinary carp. The recollection makes Hermes laugh with his full body, clutching at his stomach as his knees tuck up and curl him into a compressed ball of laughter before tearfully recalling the incident in great detail. "Please tell me you were there to witness it too." Hermes pleads, whipping the tears from his eyes.
Athena was hesitant to answer at first, but eventually confesses with a sigh and a look of embarrassment, “…yes… I was there, perched up on a tree.”
"Annnd?…"
"And what?"
"Was it funny, sister?"
"…yes…"
Hermes laughs aloud once more, the tears of laughter return to his eyes once again, and Athena feels a shift in the burden resting on her heart. Despite her brother's silly antics, his simple-minded nature had an annoyingly reassuring effect, especially when she knew that, despite his shortcomings, he wasn't one to abandon his hand-selected champion.
Once her brother's laughter subsides enough, Athena gives a final —albeit half-hearted— warning. “Just don’t harass the poor girl,” Athena looks at you with sympathy; she knows there's no stopping Hermes's mischief.
“I'll try, but you know me better than that, darling~” Hermes giggles as Athena rolls her eyes. At least he'll try.
⊹ ࣪ ﹏𓊝﹏𓂁﹏⊹ ࣪ ˖
Marshal hops over, along with Filbert and Poppy, all three squirrels snuggling up to your form in an effort to express how much they missed you. Their affectionate words swirl into a cacophony of voices you hear directly in your mind. Were they communicating with you telepathically?
“How did you all get here?” you ask without a voice, simply keeping the question in your head and experimenting with the communication.
“We’ve always been here, silly. It’s our island home, after all,” Shino adds, coming up to your sitting form and nuzzling her nose into your hair. She looked majestic with her white fur, pink nose, and red horns. You can still see the reddish colour brushing the edges of her eyes, highlighting her amber gaze.
“But it’s strange,” Mitzi comments, licking at her paws adorably, “something feels different, somehow, especially after that flying man urged us into the storage shed. Is this really our same island?”
Hermes... you think, supposing they’ve been sent here through him. It makes you wonder if he’s also the reason you arrived. No, that can’t be. He didn’t know you when you first met, so how could he possibly be responsible for bringing you into this world? Perhaps the appearance of your villagers was a part of his blessing.
“All that matters is that we’re finally together again,” Filbert cuts in, snuggling further into you as the others join with hums of agreement. It makes you smile to see such familiar, sweet faces. You miss their adorable character designs, but it was fascinating to see them as normal animals for once, though they didn’t quite look the part. Their atypical colouring remained, so they look more like fantasy creatures to you. Perhaps that was fitting; you’ve grown quite a reputation amongst the crew, so your villagers’ unusual appearance may lead them to believe that they are your close friends.
“Cha-chomp! We missed you,” Fang snaps his jaws in an almost intimidating display, but you know he’s a sweetheart. Rather than shrink back in fear of his very sharp teeth, you smile and reach up to lovingly scratch at his ear. In his true form, Fang was a menacing size, but his beautiful grey coat looked so fluffy — you couldn’t help cooing at him and the way his ears flicked in delight from your scratches.
“It’s a relief to find you again,” Gaston comments, hopping up to your legs, where he brings a small furry hand up to pat your knee. He’s sweet for saying that, but the obvious moustache the yellow rabbit retained was hilarious to you. He’s accompanied by Chrissy, however, who no longer adorns her pink and white polka dot head garment and leggings, leaving her looking like an ordinary white bunny. It was quite unusual, but you suppose they all look unusual without their clothing.
“Don’t laugh! We thought we lost you!” Chrissy huffs, crossing her arms and stomping her foot in emphasis.
“I’m sorry, Chrissy, I missed you too.” Chrissy, ever the kind-hearted bunny, immediately unfolds her arms and smiles happily at you. You’ve already been forgiven; she’s never one to hold a grudge.
“If you’re all here, does that mean—” A hoot cuts you off, and you look up to smile widely at a familiar-looking pair of owls perched along a tree branch. The owl siblings are accompanied by a pigeon whose feathers make it look as though it has a moustache as well and is wearing a suit. “Blathers! Celeste! Brewster!” The bushes shake below, and out pops Tom Nook, accompanied by Timmy, Tommy, the Able sisters, and Isabelle. Timmy and Tommy looked adorably miniature, standing next to Tom, who stood high and greeted you with a friendly wave. Isabelle also waved at you, her tail contentedly swishing from side to side. “I can’t believe you’re all here,”
“We’d follow you anywhere,” Isabelle comments, and you smile at each other.
“So good to see you, my dear,” Blathers greets with an accompanying hoo.
“Yes, yes,” Tom Nook agrees, but scratches at his head almost nervously, “but what’s happened to the island?”
Giving him an apologetic look, you try your best to explain, “I’m sorry, Tom. I know it looks quite different, but I assure you that everything’s okay. It’s well taken care of. We actually have an amazing number of visitors settled here currently.”
“Oh?” Tom and Isabelle share a proud look. “That’s brilliant! Business is booming!” You giggle at his words and nod along, happy to have settled him down.
“Have you seen the stars? They’re so beautiful tonight!” Celeste comments, and you look up in anticipation of any shooting stars, but there are none. However, you couldn't help but notice an unusually still, opaque cloud hovering above you. Peculiar…
“I suppose they do look extra bright tonight.” Looking around, you smile at the sight of everyone and slowly stand with your squirrel friends still tucked up in your arms. “How about we have a sleepover at my place?” you suggest, earning a cheer from everyone.
“Hoo-Hoo! That would be lovely!” Blathers comments, a dreading look overcoming him for a moment, “I do so hate the outdoors, but can’t find my museum anywhere!”
“Mi casa es tu casa,” you invite them all inside as Marshal shivers in excitement before pulling a smug look.
“I see you’ve picked up some of my speech habits. Of course you would. I’m quite the influencer. And you’re too kind, Sulky, thank you.” Marshal instantly recognised the phrase you used and wiggled in happiness from his positive impact.
⊹ ࣪ ﹏𓊝﹏𓂁﹏⊹ ࣪ ˖
The next morning, you make your way to the crew with breakfast already prepared and stored from your home kitchen. All animals trail along behind you, eager to meet the new friends you told them of the night before and this morning: all 600 men of Odysseus’ fleet. It might be overwhelming for them at first, but you know that their sweet disposition will make them fast friends with the crew. Hopefully, the men wouldn’t be too put off by your villagers’ odd colours. The only normal-looking villagers you have are Fauna, Chrissy, Fang and the Nook family.
“Fair Maiden!” came a shout, and you turn to gasp at the image of Odysseus aiming his bow and arrow at Fang (a large, grey wolf) while Eurylochus points his large sword at Boots (your gym-bro alligator). Rushing forward, you open your arms out in defence, shielding your harmless villagers from harm. If you could shout in protest, you would, but all you could manage is a frightful look that immediately makes the two lower their guard ever so slightly.
“Wh-wha—?” Odysseus voices, unable to comprehend what’s happening, but Polites rushes to your side, opening his arms beside you. He knows exactly what you’re trying to convey.
“Captain! The Fair Maiden doesn’t want these animals harmed!” Polites’ voice is loud and firm, an immediate assurance to you that he was on your side, no questions asked, “Please lower your weapons!”
“But—!” Eurylochus tries to protest, knowing the potential danger that you could be in. Seeing the conflict in the sword-wielding man’s eyes, you shake your head insistently and gesture to your villagers and yourself before pointing between you and Polites. Everyone then watches as you end your non-verbal statement by taking Polites’ hand into yours and giving it a shake. The gesture solidifies Polites' resolve as he connects the dots right away; with this, it’s easy to understand you.
“I believe that the fair maiden means to express that these animals are her friends. Please do not harm them.” Polites voices for you, bringing a smile to your face. You can't resist hugging him tightly to show your gratitude; you can always count on him to understand you. Polites laughs and pats your head affectionately. To emphasise your point, he takes a knee and reaches out a hand, inviting your animal friends to meet him halfway. Not long after, he has Mitzi purring as she nuzzles his hand with her head as Fang trots forward and curiously sniffs at Polites' hair, making the third commander laugh. Finally, Odysseus and Eurylochus lower their weapons and apologise with a bow of their heads.
“We apologise sincerely for over-reacting and causing you distress, Fair Maiden. We won’t bring harm to your animal friends again, I assure you,” Odysseus looks at you, his eyes flooded with resolve to keep his word.
“A-are you sure they’re friendly? They don’t seem it at all,” Poppy squeaks and hops over to your leg, hugging your ankle in her short height as her sweet face presses into the folds of your skirt. She’s joined by Filbert, who hugs your opposite ankle with a tearful whimper on his lips.
“S-so scary...”
“How unusual,” Odysseus observes, taking in Poppy and Filbert’s unusually coloured fur. He quickly moves on to observe the strange appearance of the other animals that have followed you as well. Some looked normal, some looked magical, and then there was a yellow bunny who looked like he had a very thick moustache, and Odysseus had to stifle his laughter.
“They are not like any other creatures I’ve seen before…” Eurylochus adds as the rest of the crew strain their necks to get a look, all of them humming in agreement as soon as they realise how different the animals appear. They coo over your squirrel villagers as well as Chrissy, Mitzi and Fauna, for their sweet appearance. They gasp in wonder at Shino’s divine being. They shudder at Fang and Boots’ intimidating presence. And many had to stifle their laughter when seeing Gaston’s prominent moustache as well.
“No wonder you protect and care for them,” Polites comments, looking down at you with a kind smile as Mitzi purrs in his arms. “Are they also as otherworldly as you?” his words make you look away bashfully, earning a laugh from the headband-wearing third commander. He truly is astounded by you, to think that he would find someone who embodies his personal philosophies so well. It's only right to assume you are transcendental.
“We’ll make sure your animal friends don’t come to any harm,” Eurylochus assures, setting out to warn the back of the crew himself after you introduce him and the first few rows of Odysseus’ men to your villagers and the other occupants of the island: Blathers and Celeste snoozing away in a nearby tree while Brewster keeps a close eye on them; the Able sister nestled together adorably in the bushes; Tom Nook travelling together with Timmy and Tommy, who’ve climbed onto his back. To surmise, all animals that aren’t fish or bugs are under your protection.
After that frightful first impression, you’re happy to find the crew getting along with your villagers and vice versa. Your animal friends are truly so friendly; it’s in their nature to be kind, so it took no time at all for them to find new friends in the crew. It was a fun sight to see. The villagers still tended to gravitate towards you, however. And it took a while for the crew to get used to seeing such animals keeping you company, usually finding them trailing close behind you, the squirrels often hopping about your feet as you walked by.
At times, it was heartwarming to see you interact with the cute animals. A beautiful lady, smiling, cooing and petting the sweet furry creatures was an image that had soul-healing properties. It made you feel all the more magical to them, floating about the island with a sweet deer following after you, adorable squirrels and bunnies close behind. However, it was more than unnerving to witness you being accompanied by a large grey wolf, a snapping alligator and an albino deer with pointed, red horns, an unusual appearance for such a graceful species. This was an initial fear you treated by showcasing how friendly and sweet Fang, Boots and Shino actually were.
Waving Perimedes over, you smile brightly as he brings Elpenor with him. The two were truly inseparable. "Y-yes, Fair Maiden?” Perimedes asks nervously, eyeing Fang and Boots, who flanked your sides, and quite politely so. Though that didn’t matter to Perimedes or Elpenor; all they saw were teeth, teeth and more teeth!
“That one looks like he goes to the gym!” Boots praises Elpenor as he happily gazes at the man’s broad frame. Unfortunately, Elpenor wasn’t aware that the alligator’s interested gaze was one of admiration and not of hunger, making him tense up in fear.
“You want us to make friends with them?” Fang asks, holding back his excitement as his tail begins to swish behind him in happiness. “Cha-chomp!” Fang snaps his jaws gleefully, unaware of his effect on the fearful, slightly shaking Perimedes, “Any friend of yours is a friend of ours!”
Taking Perimedes’ hand with the utmost care, you slowly bring his sweaty palm and shaking fingers to Fang’s soft fur. Fang’s delighted response is instantaneous. The large wolf leans into Perimedes’ touch and urges him to continue petting and scratching his ear with a tilt of his head.
“Oh...” Perimedes releases the breath he was holding and laughs in relief, eagerly scratching at Fang’s ear. The smile that grows on the blonde’s face is contagious.
“That’s a good scratch. Mmm~ A little to the left, please...” Fang snaps his jaws happily, leaning further into Perimedes’ hand, who quickly grows accustomed to Fang’s habit of chomping his jaws to express his happiness.
“Good boy,” Perimedes whispers, his gaze softening with fondness. He’s made a new friend.
One down, one to go. You look at Elpenor, who seems to be having a staring contest with Boots. Behind him, Boots’ tail swishes from side to side, and you smile at his eagerness to make a new friend, too. Gently, you also take Elpenor’s hand and softly coax him into petting Boot’s head. The look you give Elpenor says everything he needs to know to follow your lead with confidence and trust in your actions. ’Everything will be okay,’ your eyes say to him.
“I-If you think it’s safe, Fair Maiden...” Elpenor nods and allows himself to be guided into petting Boots, who eagerly leans into his touch.
“His hands are calloused and strong!” Boots observes with a toothy smile, “That is evidence of his prowess in the gym! I think we’ll make good friends!” It didn't take any further prompting from you for the two to quickly become friends, also. The smile on your face cannot be outshone.
𓂃 ོ☼𓂃
“It seems everyone has a favourite!” Odysseus laughs, walking up to you as he’s accompanied by both Fauna and Shino. He looks at them fondly, “Curious how an archer has become good friends with deers of all creatures.” Fauna nudges his hand with her nose, urging him to pet her as Shino playfully butts her horns against his forearm. Odysseus complies by rubbing at the base of her horns and succumbing to Fauna’s gentle prompt for pets, “It seems I’ve found their weak spot.” You smile at the easy expression that takes over Odysseus’ countenance. In the days that pass, you find that the crew have grown an eagerness for petting your villagers, who make no complaints; they love the attention and the company of new friends. The crew smile easier and laugh much lighter than ever before. You liken it to the effect therapy animals have on veterans.
The hardened men can often be found taking care of and spending time with your villagers in various ways. It’s also clear that many have their personal favourites, as the captain had helpfully observed for you.
Odysseus is often followed around by Fauna and Shino. Fauna, your sweet and graceful deer with her gentle disposition, reminds him of the elegance his wife, Penelope, often holds herself with. Shino, however, makes him think of his son; she’s more playful and adventurous compared to Fauna, much like his little boy, Telemachus. Their presence is familiar, but also not. Nevertheless, they gave Odysseus some much-needed comfort and vice versa. Fauna and Shino adore being treated with such care and especially love the stories he tells them absentmindedly, his guard lowered by their presence.
Eurylochus, you’re surprised to see, has become good friends with your trio of squirrel villagers. All three have expressed to you how much they enjoy resting on his shoulders and even his head as he walks around. His height makes them feel tall and powerful! Marshal likens it to being perched on a walking tree. Poppy simply loves curling up in his large hand. She tells you it makes for the perfect bed to rest comfortably in. It also helps that Eurylochus often feeds them a share of his fruit rations. Filbert loves it especially; he’s a great lover of food. The tall, intimidating second commander can be seen resting against a tree as the three squirrels play about his gently smiling form. He looks at peace, fondly watching as they play around and on him — he’s become their personal playground.
“You feed them too much, friend,” Polites laughs while passing by with Mitzi in his arms, a perch the two of them have taken a habitual liking to. “I’m afraid that blue one will become too chubby.” It seems everyone’s picked up on Filbert’s food-loving tendencies.
“But don’t you think they look especially cute with their chubby cheeks, chewing away at the fruit? It feels even more satisfying when I feed them by hand,” Eurylochus points out, and the two admire the way the three small squirrels eagerly stuff their faces with slices of apples Eurylochus hands them, making their cheeks puff up adorably. Poppy and Marshal turn away contentedly after one or two slices, but Filbert has a bottomless pit for a stomach and happily eats everyone's share until there's none left.
“I suppose you’re right.” Polites grins and sits beside Eurylochus with Mitzi in his lap.
“I see you’re a cat person,” Eurylochus smirks at his friend.
“I’ve always been a cat person,” the two share a laugh.
Mitzi and Polites have a very calming friendship. The two often fall asleep together wherever they may be. It all starts when Mitzi sits herself in Polites’ lap, and the kind third commander can’t help but coo and pet her adoringly. When enough time passes, Mitzi can be found gently purring in his lap as Polites lightly snores over her, the two of them finding the best rest in each other’s company.
Elpenor has grown a bond with Boots, thanks to your introductions. Boots had even helped him prank other crew members by patiently lurking in the bath waters and jumping out with a snap of his powerful jaws when an unsuspecting group came in to take their daily baths. Elpenor was chased around by those few traumatised men, but he found the prank worth the trouble. He laughed the entire time he was chased about.
Perimedes, on the other hand, was commonly seen with Fang, the two having immediately bonded thanks to you. They enjoyed each other’s company no matter what they may be doing together, whether it’s fishing, sitting around, sleeping under the sun or eating, they’ve become the best of friends. Together, the four of them have become quite the fearsome quartet.
𓂃 ོ☼𓂃
“Look! What’s that?!” a crew member shouts, and you look to see them pointing up at something in the sky. “It’s a bird!”
“No, it’s a floating red thing carrying a white box!” The helpful description provided by Lycaon makes you pull out your slingshot and take aim. You fire at the balloon three times, but it’s no use, and you watch as the balloon floats further away. With a huff, you shake your head miserably. Why were shooting balloons always so difficult for you? It’s even more difficult now that you’re having to shoot it down in real life. Before the balloon could get too far away, however, an arrow helpfully shoots it down for you. The shooter was Odysseus, who slings his bow over his head and wears it while bringing the gift box over to you. Smiling gratefully, you open the gift before handing him its contents.
“For me?” Odysseus asks, surprised, as he points to himself. You nod, and rather than urge the gift into his hands, you place the purple hyacinth crown onto his head instead. It matches his purple toga perfectly. Odysseus laughs and affectionately pats your head as Fauna and Shino prance about around you in celebration. “Thank you.” He silently vows to take special care of your gift. He hopes it never wilts.
𓂃 ོ☼𓂃
You’ve already made the dresses and more for Penelope and Ctimene following Odysseus and Eurylochus’ request, and now you are collecting pretty shells for a little something extra. It would be nice for Odysseus and Eurylochus to craft something personally for their wives, too, something pretty to gift them when they arrive home again. It’s not an official recipe you know from ACNH, but it’s a simple craft. An unfussy but heartfelt accessory showcasing the pretty seashell collected from your island’s shores, lovingly prepared for their beautiful wives to wear. How romantic would that be?~ You want to help Ody and Eury be good husbands, so today, you’re trying to find the prettiest seashells for them to craft into necklaces or bracelets.
“Fair Maiden,” Polites calls, approaching you on the beach with a kind smile, the ends of his headband swimming in the sea breeze. “What are you up to out here?” he looks at the small collection of seashells you’ve managed to collect so far, your hands carefully cradling the precious beach decorations. “Those are very beautiful,” he admires your selection, leaning forward ever so slightly as he adjusts his glasses on the bridge of his nose. When he straightens again, Polites grins at you with unending merriment. “May I join you? I’ll help as best as I can.” Unable to say no, you nod your head instantly. It would be nice to have company, anyway, and Polites was always good company. For a while, you two collect seashells together with only the sound of waves to fill the space in between. There were a lot of shells available, but you were very selective about which ones you kept. Playing ACNH on your Switch made the seashells look identical to one another, but now that you were looking at them personally, each one was distinct and unique in its own way. Yes, there were similarly shaped ones, but looking closely, they were all very different. It was fascinating, and the adoration was visible on your face.
That admiring visage of you as you stare down at the shells was something that Polites couldn’t help but admire. You’re too precious. You’re the good in the world that brings hope to his heart and many others. He will forever be grateful to you for preventing the horrific future that would have awaited his friend had you not appeared, nor had that theatre performance not played out for them. Polites can't count the number of times he's silently vowed to protect you for your kind nature and optimism, but he finds himself making the same vow once again, the more you two peacefully gather pretty shells. Polites looks into the distance when a glimmer catches his eye and moves to collect the shimmering glass bottle buried in the sand. There was a trinket inside that looked like something you would know what to do with better than him, so he kept the bottle closed and immediately returned to you.
“I don’t have a shell but...” Polites offers the glass bottle sheepishly, not knowing what to expect from your reaction. With a silent gasp, you store away your collected, approved shells and clap in glee, happily receiving the bottle from Polites before hugging him as thanks. Polites laughs and hugs you back; your happiness at simple things is contagious. With you around, the harrowing memories and scars he acquired in the war are pushed far behind him. You bring a rare and precious peaceful quietness. And Polites can confidently say you have the same effect for Odysseus, Eurylochus and the crew too. You’re truly a blessing.
⊹ ࣪ ﹏𓊝﹏𓂁﹏⊹ ࣪ ˖
Poseidon has felt a strange disturbance in his ocean for quite some time now. It wasn’t threatening or dangerous, so he didn’t initially feel the need to investigate. However, the disruption to his waters has remained such a prominent irritation to the point that he could no longer resist ignoring it. He sets off to investigate the peculiarity in the early morning, hoping to finish his search as soon as possible.
When he approaches, Poseidon raises a brow. He doesn’t remember such a large island being located in this part of his ocean. It’s not even one he recognises; he’s never seen such greenery or landscapes before. Suddenly, there’s movement behind the trees lining the perimeter of the island, beyond the sandy beaches, and the sea god ducks into the ocean. Perhaps glimpsing a creature that occupies the island will give him some idea of its mysterious origins.
Stepping out of the tree line, you move to the sands to continue your seashell search for Odysseus and Eurylochus just before you meet the crew for breakfast, blissfully unaware of the fascinated stare pinning you down from the God of the sea. As Poseidon stays hidden amongst the waves, he smirks to himself, his eyes tracing your delicious curves, sweetly dressed in the loveliest dress he’s ever seen. He appreciates your silhouette thoroughly until his gaze finally lands on your beautiful face. What a beauty you are. Such a fine treasure he’s found within his ocean. He should have investigated the mysterious island sooner. You appear so sweet and kind, too, delicately picking up different seashells, appearing very selective of which ones you should keep for your precious hoard.
The new island no longer annoys him for disrupting his oceans; rather, Poseidon has found something else to be intrigued by. And he’s determined to make you his.
You don’t know how much time you spend picking and sorting seashells, but when you look up, all thoughts of your mounting seashell collection are forgotten. On the shore was a washed-up man in nothing but a simple cloth wrapped around his waist. His brown hair is long and wet from the salty ocean water, his skin a healthy sun-kissed colour, and his muscles prominently sculpted. From what little glimpses you see of his face hidden behind the strands of hair that fall over his features, you can tell that he’s handsome with a light shadow of stubble shaping his jaw.
As you approach him, unaware of his intentions and very conscious state, Poseidon wills his features to stay undisturbed. A fair maiden such as yourself will surely wake him gently and with a sweet voice; when he pretends to finally rouse from sleep, he’ll work his charms to lure you into a passionate night together. He will enjoy you thoroughly and savour your sweet sounds, for an angel like you is capable of creating nothing but dulcet tones.
…
…
…
Poseidon has gravely misjudged you, however.
As soon as you were kneeling beside him, rather than gently seduce him out of his slumber and kindly ask about his well-being in the soft voice he imagined you to have, you began to incessantly poke at his cheek instead. It was completely unexpected, and he couldn’t help the annoying twitch of his brow from the audacious gesture. The subtle action makes you temporarily stop your ceaseless prodding. But before Poseidon could breathe in respite, you start poking him again, this time, with much more force and speed. If he weren’t a god, he’s sure you’d have made the skin of his cheek bruise already. Is this really how you go about waking an injured man?! It’s not at all what Poseidon expected, ignorant of your experience with washed-up seagull pirates. The only way you knew how to wake Gulliver (the seagull pirate) or Gullivarrr (the seagull pirate captain) was to constantly pester them, which obviously meant poking their unconscious forms until they woke up.
“I’m awake! I’m awake!” Poseidon sits up with an irritated grumble, swatting at your hand and squinting his eyes at you. He’s sorely misjudged you. Perhaps he should leave?
(Distantly, a giggle can be heard, and your ears perk up ever so slightly.)
Despite his earlier irritation, Poseidon is struck once again by your beauty. Up close, you’re stunning, especially when you’re smiling so kindly at him and him alone. Because of your bewitching image, Poseidon was willing to forget about your rude, unending poking.
“What a beauty you are...” The handsome stranger’s brown eyes examine your face, slowly tracing your features with his eyes as he slowly brings a hand up to cup your cheek. His touch was so unexpected that you startle ever so slightly. The stranger appears to take pleasure in your surprise; however, chuckling to himself as his hand leaves your cheek to pick up your hand and bring your knuckles to his lips, “Tell me,” his lips don’t leave your skin as he looks up to meet your eyes with an impassioned stare, “what is your name, my lady?”
Smiling apologetically, you shake your head and point to your throat. “Oh? You cannot speak?” Poseidon frowns as you confirm his supposition with a nod. He was so looking forward to hearing your voice and relishing in the beautiful melody you would sing for him under his touch.
“No matter.” Poseidon eventually accepts the fact and leans forward, inching his face close to yours as you lean back slightly. “I remain grateful to you for saving my life.” The stranger’s eyes briefly glance down at your prettily shaped lips, “Allow me to convey my gratitude.” Your eyes widen as the bold stranger tries to close the gap between you, but before he can reach your lips with his own, you’re swept up by a pair of strong arms that fly you into the air. Gasping silently, you wrap your arms over your captor’s shoulders, fearful of the height he’s flown you to.
“I should have known you were nothing but trouble~” A familiar voice teases, punctuating his statement with a devious giggle. Hermes! Looking up, you gape at the Messenger god who smugly grins at you. His arms carry you like a princess, ensuring that your dress doesn’t fall and reveal more of yourself to the men below. “How greedy of you to have captured the attention of my Uncle as well.” Hermes' words make your brows fly up in surprise before you hurriedly look down and gasp once more at the scene happening below. His uncle?! Did he mean...?
Odysseus is pissed. You had taken longer than usual to meet everyone for breakfast, and they had grown anxious about your whereabouts. Initially, your safety wasn’t much of a concern as they knew your island to be incredibly safe; however, those foolish thoughts were immediately swept away as soon as they found you at the beach with a stranger, who was getting far too close for comfort.
“Allow me to convey my gratitude.” At those exact words, Odysseus had fired his arrow, narrowly missing the strange man’s feet. It was a warning shot. Odysseus wasn’t one to miss his target, especially not one that is so unsuspecting and easy, but he would endanger you if he aimed straight at the man — you were far too close to him, and Odysseus didn’t want to risk you getting injured too.
“Captain!” Polites points him towards your form up in the air and in the arms of another familiar god, “The Fair Maiden is safe,” his third commander hands him another arrow, “You’re free to take a second shot.” Polites’ voice grows chilly, deprived of his characteristically warm friendliness. He generally wasn’t the type to encourage such mercilessness; rather, he would have encouraged everyone to hear out the stranger. But Odysseus won’t complain; he knows the level of affection Polites and the rest of his crew had fostered for you, viewing you as a daughter, a sister, a saint and many other kind depictions — of course, this level of protectiveness was to be expected.
“Aim for his throat,” Eurylochus strategised, his tone stern and calculating as he readies his sword, “While he chokes on his blood, I’ll move in to sever his head clean off his shoulders.” Odysseus didn’t appreciate being ordered around most of the time, but he didn’t mind it for right now. At least you were safe for the moment. He’ll deal with Hermes later.
“Wait! Wait!” Odysseus freezes in place, along with everyone else who recognises the plea from the musical quite some time ago but still remembers it so vividly. The same musical that had revealed their potential future had made it easy to recognise such a voice. It couldn’t be…
The stranger’s very human features slowly melt away to reveal the God of the sea. The man’s brown hair becomes an opaque black as the skin of his neck grows gills and his ears become fin-shaped. The cloth around his waist falls away to reveal the beginnings of a fishtail. Looking down, his tail can be seen seamlessly merging with the ocean waves lapping at the sandy beach, which pulls him into the ocean and stands him tall, held up by the sea below.
“Poseidon...” Eurylochus acknowledges as everyone takes on a battle stance behind him, their faces weary but determined.
“You made an oath not to interfere with my journey home!” Odysseus snaps at the sea god. His words made Poseidon grit his teeth in annoyance.
“I know...”
“Why aren’t you keeping your promise?!”
“I am keeping it! You have had easy oceans so far, and when you set out to sea again for the rest of your journey home, they will be safe also. The girl is different; she has no association with you—” The look Odysseus sends him makes the god stammer ever so slightly. You are associated with Odysseus. What a mistake this was.
“If you touch her, you will be interfering with our journey home. She is our Fair Maiden and has been a wondrous blessing on our voyage so far! Touch her, and you’ll be breaking your oath!”
Poseidon looks up to see you in the arms of his nephew, whose usually smiling countenance disappears as soon as they meet eyes. You are a precious being not only to the man who tormented him in a potential future but are also held dearly by his nephew. This doesn’t spell well. You appeared to be such an innocent lady; how did things turn out to be like this?
“She’s off limits, uncle.” Hermes states firmly, his arms tightening their hold on you, “And she has my blessing. I’m sure you know what that means...” Even Hermes’ words make Odysseus and the crew’s eyes widen in shock. Just as surprised as Poseidon. When did Hermes bless you? Had you been associated with the Messenger god this whole time?
“Fine!” Poseidon concedes, his reluctant acceptance punctuated by the momentary violent action of the ocean waves below, “I will leave you be.” As he disappears into the sea, Poseidon gives you one last, longing glance. Yet again, he was at a loss. How disappointing…
As soon as Poseidon vanishes into the ocean’s depths, you look to Hermes with a smile, a small thank you for his help. “You’re very welcome, darling~” he coos, but appears reluctant to let you go. It isn’t until Odysseus and the crew have fixed their eyes on you that he finally descends. “My my~ what a surprising turn of events.” Hermes brings a light-hearted air with him.
“Thank you, Hermes,” Odysseus smiles gratefully to the god. He was one of the only gods to be of help to him in the musical, and it appears he’s sustaining that reputation. It only irks the King of Ithaca that Hermes seems to have made contact with you already, without him or anyone else knowing, and given you his blessing.
“Don’t thank me, friend~” Hermes turns his full attention to you, gently setting you down, “I didn’t do it for you particularly...”
‘Thank you for your help, Hermes,’ you voice in your head, knowing the god can hear your words clearly.
“Of course, my fair lady~” Levitating several inches above the ground, Hermes bows graciously at the waist for you, smiling an easy smile. “But don’t you suppose that I should be rewarded for my efforts?” he teases and leans forward as you tilt your head in curiosity. As soon as his lips were next to your ear, he whispered his desires, "Catch another fish, a bigger one this time and present it to the crew again. I want to see the silly faces they'll pull again." His actions make Odysseus splutter in disbelief as several, spectating crew members do their best to close their gaping mouths from shock.
'…Are you serious?' You give him a sceptical look, unable to comprehend how that would benefit him at all, but Hermes just laughs, observing the crew's reaction from over your shoulder. He meant to get a rise out of the crowding audience, and to his delight, he had succeeded; his devious nature wouldn’t permit him to leave otherwise. Now that he has, he was content to leave and watch from afar as you go about fulfilling his request whenever you see fit.
"Don't keep me waiting too long now, darling~" Hermes teases as the wings fixed onto his sandals propel him further into the air and out of the reach of many. It was addictive seeing the silly reactions of the crew behind you; he can't help but squeeze as much out of them as possible.
Odysseus and the crew were too shocked to react as their minds raced with thoughts of what Hermes could have possibly asked you to do for him. Judging by his devious nature, their minds kept conjuring up worse and worse possibilities, and all were silently screaming into the void from within. Their nerves had been frozen up from being in the presence of two gods and at such close proximity, but those same nerves were quickly thawed by the heat of their rage. Immediately, they launch forward like a tidal wave and pull you into their circle, protected and safe from the unpredictable god. Hermes simply laughs and flies away with yet another teasing remark.
"Make it as good as it was the first time, darling!~"
Odysseus choked on air as his eyes bulged out. “THE FIRST TIME?!” You don't know where his mind had gone, but it definitely wasn't you catching a big fish and pocketing it as if it were a simple coin. When Odysseus finally makes his way to you, he comes dangerously close, his eyes wild with barely restrained rage and stern protectiveness. “You have some explaining to do, young lady.”
But…But I can’t talk! You wail internally, pulling a helpless expression, but Odysseus is undeterred. Hermes… you jerk!
navi. | series m.list
next. | four : ... →
taglist (platonic ver.) : @needstotouch-grass @barrythestrawberry041 @yuksssss @bloobewy @eyeless-kun @de-vivian
a/n : i'm so sorry this took so long my lovelies TT^TT life has been putting me through it the past year or so but i finally started to settle down so i hope to be more present and consistent with my writing again via this series.