Decided to write another Epic fic! I saw the ✨️Hermes✨️ and ⚡️ZEUS⚡️ TikTok, and I could resist writing about Hermes and Ares sibling bond.
This is Lee!Ares and Ler!Hermes with a bit of Lee!Hermes and Ler!Ares at the end bc I couldn't resist!
Btw, feel free to give me constructive criticism about my writing! Just please be respectful 😊
Anyways, hope yall enjoy!
Hermes and Ares had just spent the day with their father. Well, more specifically, Hermes had spent the day with their father while Ares was brushed off to the side. Any time he tried to get their father's attention, the king of the gods just scoffed and went back to paying attention to Hermes. Ares wasn't mad at his brother, though. Jealous, maybe, but not mad. It wasn't his little brothers fault that their father played favorites. Hermes even tried to include him occasionally, but Zeus wasn't having it.
By the end of the day, Ares felt horrible. He had sat down next to Hermes, and Zeus had just gotten up and walked off. As his father walked off, Hermes rubbed his back and said, "There there darling, I'm glad you're here," and laid his head on his big brothers shoulder.
"Thanks, Hermes," Ares replied while laying his head on his brothers.
"You alright?" Hermes asked.
"Yeah. I mean, it's not like I'm not used to it. Father never has the time for me. It's fine. He's a busy god."
"That doesn't make it right. You're his son, too. You're allowed to want his attention, and you're allowed to get upset at him for ignoring you."
Ares sighed. "You might be right, Hermes, but there's nothing that either of us can do about it. Father is going to do what he wants, and we can't change that."
"I know. That doesn't mean I have to like it. Is there anything I can do to help you feel better?"
Normally, Ares would brush it off like he was fine. But this was Hermes, and Hermes always had a way of finding out how people truly feel, so he didn't even bother with putting up an act. "Just sit with me for a while?
"Of course darling."
And so they sat, arms around each other, looking out at the sea. It was as the waves were crashing against the rocks that Hermes suddenly got an idea. He abruptly sat up, startling his brother, who grew nervous seeing his brothers mischievous smirk.
"Uh, Hermes? What's up?" Ares asked.
"Nothing much, just thought of a way to cheer you up."
"Oh? And what would that be?" Ares inquired with a fond look. He loved how determined his little brother could be when it came to making people feel better.
"Well, that depends."
"On what?"
"How ticklish you are."
"Um, I'm sorry, what?" Ares stuttered, cheeks growing red, "Im not ticklish! That would be ridiculous. I'm the god of war."
"Oh really?" Hermes replied with a grin, "Then you wouldn't mind if I tested it."
And with that, he flew off the ground and started running his fingers across Ares sides. The bigger god tried to block him, but unfortunately, Hermes was faster. He could feel nimble fingers wiggling across his ribs, sides, stomach, neck, and worst of all, his armpits. The messenger god was moving so quickly that it felt like there were thousands of fingers were spidering across his skin at once. He didn't stand a chance at holding back.
"But I thought you weren't ticklish, darling!" Hermes suddenly stopped and let out a dramatic gasp. "You wouldn't have lied to me, now would you?"
"N-no, I'm not ticklish!" Ares insisted.
"Well then, I'm confused. Because I thought that it was you letting out that quite frankly adorable laughter earlier, but if it wasn't, then I guess we'll just have to keep going until we find out who it was!" And with that, he started tickling his big brother again, dodging any attempts to block his access or grab his hands.
"NOHOHOHOHO! Nohohohot agahahahahain!" Ares laughed. He could feel the sensations coursing through his veins, and he wanted more than anything to make them stop. And yet, somewhere inside, he wanted them to keep going. He would never admit it out loud, but this was making him feel better. He always loved playing with his sibling, but most of them were too scared of him to even try anything. Luckily for him, Hermes had no such qualms.
"Well, I'm not the one laughing. And you already said you aren't ticklish, so I can't imagine why you would be laughing. So who could it be?" Hermes teased. He then moved down to his brother's hips and got a squeal in response.
"NOHHOHOHOHOHO! NOHOHOT THEHEHEHEHRE! HEHEHEHEHRMES PLEHEHEHEHEASE!" Ares begged as his worst spot was being tormented by fingers drilling, fluttering, and scratching over it.
"Ares, not now, I'm trying to figure out where all this laughter is coming from." Hermes replied, sounding disinterested in his brothers pleading.
"IHIHIHHITS MEHEHEHEHE! IHIHIHIHI LIHIHIHIED. IHIHIHI AHAHAHAHAHAM TIHIHIHIHICKLISH!" Ares shouted desperately, "PLEHEHEHEHEASE JUHUHUHUHUST STAHAHAHAHAP!" He could no longer take the torment on his hips, especially when Hermes began digging into the spot where his hip met his thigh.
Hermes stopped as soon as he heard his brothers begging, "Thank you for being honest, giggles."
"Whahahahaht dihid you juhust call me?" Ares asked, still giggling from residual sensations.
"I called you giggles."
"Ohoho, that's it!" Ares said, reaching out and grabbing his baby brother in a bear hug. "You asked for this!"
He then dug his fingers into Hermes' sides, making sure not to hurt him.
"Wahahahait! Nohohohho!"
"Yes, brother, while yo may think you have won the battle you forget. I'm the god of war." He started to move his fingers up Hermes ribs. He then started a loop of tickling up to his armpits, then back down to his stomach, and around and around again.
"Nohohohohohoho! I wahahahahas juhuhuhust tryhihihing to mahahahake you fehehehehel behehehehter!" Hermes begged, squeaking anytime his brother hit a particularly sensitive spot.
"Well, you should have known that I would get my revenge. Now, all you have to do is say that I'm your favorite brother, and I'll stop." Ares said smugly.
"Well then, I guess I'll just keep tickling you forever and ever." Ares shrugged.
"Hmmm, what if I do this?" Ares mumbled under his breath, leaning forward to start nibbling and blowing raspberries on the back of his little brothers neck and ears.
"NOHOHOHOHO! STOHHOHOHOHP THAHAHAHAHAT!" Hermes said with a squeal.
"You know what you have to say." Ares sing-songed, nibbling on a sweet spot on the back of his ear.
Ares stopped tormenting his brother instantly but didn't release him from the hug. Hermes slowly got his breathing under control and tried to move, but found that Ares was holding on too tight for him to move.
"Ares...?"
"Thank you, brother. That really helped."
Hermes relaxed into the hug, as he could tell that his big brother needed it right now. They both went back to looking at the ocean, comforted by each other's presence.
I want to start out by saying that I definitely see Hermes as being a switch! Atleast 60-40 on the scales, though the percentages change out a lot depending on his mood.
Some days he's more of a ler, pestering both mortals and immortals alike, an others he's more of a lee who just wants to enjoy a good laugh himself!
When he is in a ler mood though? He's definitely a major teaser. He gets a real kick out of seeing the wide variety of reactions he can get out of different people, and it never fails to amuse him how unique they all are.
Shy types who tend to curl up or cover their faces? Adorable. Prideful types who cope with the embarrassment by fighting back or arguing? Hilarious. Hermes enjoys it all.
I have a headcanon that whenever he's particularly bored and away from Olympus, he likes to play tricks on mortals, both tickly and not, and he especially loves to mess with his descendants.
After formally revealing himself to Oddyseus during the incident with Circe, it wasn't an uncommon thing for the trickster god to drop in on his ship and mess with him and his crew.
And once he found out that his dear grandson was ticklish? He might as well have kissed his pride and his peace of mind goodbye.
He makes it a point to know where all of his descendants worst spots are so he can mess with them at the most inconvenient timed possible.
Oddyseus is addressing the crew? A surprise tickle up his spine to make him squeak mid sentence. Telemachus is training with Athena? He'll feel a phantom squeeze to his ribs to make him crumple. There's nothing that Hermes loves more than to play with his beloved mortal kin!
As for his immortal family, he's quite playful with most of them too, though he certainly has his favorites. He especially enjoys messing with Apollo, just like in the good old days when he stole his cows as an infant. He often instigates tickle fights with him, and occasionally Artemis might join in if she feels like it. He likes to mess with his other family members too, but depending on who it is, he might have to make himself scarce for a while afterwards to avoid suffering their wrath...
As far as techniques go, one of his favorite ways to tickle a person is to pick them up into the air while hugging them from behind, letting his head wings flutter across their neck and shoulders.
Overall he's a very playful and chaotic ler, his techniques equal parts sporadic as they are intentional. He's got a real knack for figuring out which techniques gets to an individual the most, and he's not afraid to take full advantage of it either!
As a Lee:
Whenever Hermes is in a lee mood, I absolutely see him as being the type to provoke someone into tickling him.
Not because he's shy about asking, not at all! He simply finds it far more entertaining for himself to push their buttons a little first!
His laugh is super high pitched and funny. That's not even a headcanon either. His laugh is canonically hilarious.
He's definitely a big squirmer! Flailing, kicking, rolling around. He simply cannot be still for it lol.
In the event that he does manage to get away, he's a runner too, but he never actively makes a big effort to actually escape. He's the god of speed after all, so he certainly could if he wanted to, he's just in it for the love of the chase!
As much as he loves it, his number one goal is to be as dramatic as possible about it. He'll scream, snort, beg, you name it, and yet he'll still pout if you even dare to stop before he genuinely taps out.
He's got remarkable stamina when it comes to being tickled, but the one place he can't take it? The base of his wings. Both on his ankles and his head.
He's ticklish everywhere, but those are definitely his worst spots! He absolutely cackles when someone gets him there and he low-key loves it.
I like to think Apollo was the one to figure it out, not long after the cow incident when Hermes gifted him the lyre to make amends. They started getting along after that, and little Hermes started spending a lot more time trailing behind his big brother Apollo.
When he was still little, he used to cradle him in lap and tickle the little wings on his feet to make him giggle. Even to this day those moments remain rooted as some of his fondest memories.
Apollo still tickles him quite often despite him being grown. Whenever he's being particularly obnoxious or does something to annoy him? Tickling has become the most common form of punishment for his trickster of a little brother.
Overall, Hermes is a very proud lee and doesn't get embarrassed by it at all. He enjoys getting to laugh and play around like that, and he sees no reason to be ashamed of it!
