#lee!eurymachus

[wholesome-lee-trash]

Fandom: EPIC: The Musical

Characters: lee!Eurymachus, ler!Telemachus, ler!Antinous

Ships: thoughts of Eurymachus x Penelope, possible Eurymachus x Antinous, otherwise none

Word Count: 924

Warnings: Eurymachus is a bad person, mentions of murd3r, mentions of suicid3, tipsy!Telemachus, cussing, tickles. Tell me if I need to add more!

A/N: Yall need to stop thinking Eurymachus is a baby girl (it's me. I'm yall). Please read the warnings on this one guys. I go and ramble about all these different fanfic ideas and then go and write a completely different one lol. Thanks to @suit0rs-and-t3l3 for the way I portray Eurymachus.

Brave Little Prince

What was the real goal here? It wasn't to fuck Penelope, no, certainly not. He couldn't care less about her. She could go die in a hole for all he cared.

Of course, he'd have to fuck her. If only to consumate the marriage. Maybe afterwards, he'd toss her in that hole. Call it a suicide. Or maybe he'd blame it on Antinous, call him jealous of the throne. Antinous was far too friendly with his way to power anyway. One act of treason is all it'd take to remove Antinous as a threat to his throne.

The boy, Telemachus. He'd have to do something about him, too. Maybe Antinous had a point about him. He was getting too strong, no longer compliant. Maybe he'd throw the boy down the hole with his mother. Or maybe he'd keep them separated, so they couldn't plot together, like they clearly were doing now.

Either way, everyone would know the name of King Eurymachus.

~

Of course, Eurymachus knew, logically, that he'd have to stall killing off the boy, at least until he secures Penelope's hand. But if he didn't stop bothering him, he might just start planting seeds to get Antinous to do the dirty work.

"Hey, Eurymachus-" Telemachus asked, leaning against the doorframe.

"What."

"I need to talk to you about somethin'." His voice sounded strange. If the suitor was anyone else, he might not have picked it up. However, it was Eurymachus. Best friends with Antinous, "sir drinks-a-lot" of Ithaca. He could tell that Telemachus was at least a little tipsy. Probably not drunk, he wasn't stumbling any. Just tipsy enough to face a suitor, alone. Not his smartest decision.

"About what, young prince?" Eurymachus knew better than to the deny the prince. At least, right now. Soon enough, he'll marry his mother, and then he will no longer have to deal with the prince. He'll toss him in the hole with his mother.

"You... need to stop being mean."

"Being mean?" Eurymachus prompted.

"You keep... being mean. You have to stop."

"Why should I?"

Telemachus approached the older one and shoved him backward on the bed, climbing on top of him.

"Little wolf, what are you doing?"

"Making you stop being mean." He reasons, before digging his fingers into the suitor's sides.

Regrettably, Eurymachus tensed up, his head pressing back against the bed on its own.

"Stop!" He hissed. It's been quite a while since he'd been tickled. It was hard to do anything except grab onto Telemachus' wrists, praying to every god that would listen that he would stop.

"Nuh-uh. Not until you stop being mean."

"I'm not being mean! Get off me!" Eurymachus hated this. Why did he feel like he couldn't move, like he was stuck? Why couldn't he move or fight or just toss Telemachus off of him?

"I just gotta make sure you won't be mean in the future."

"Young prince, I- fuhuck-!" Eurymachus squeezed the prince's wrists as hard as he could when he moved to his hips. He turned his head to hide in his shoulder, small titters beginning to escape. He almost sounded like a squirt bottle as he was trying to fight his own laughter. "Stohohop!"

"I can't understand you. You're laughing too much." Telemachus teased.

Eurymachus just shook his head no. This couldn't be happening. He was being humiliated in front of the prince, he could hardly move, let alone fight back. Maybe he'd kill the prince first. He would, without a doubt, if this doesn't stop soon.

"Mahaha- mahake ihihit stahahap!" The suitor's hands start slapping at Telemachus. Not very hard, he was weakened by the tickles. His laugh grew louder, more shrill. Gods, the involuntary begging was completely humiliating.

"What's the magic word?"

"Gohohods- stohohop plehehease!" He gritted out, hating that he could be reduced to being mannerful just from a few touches.

"Do you promise to stop being mean?" Eurymachus nodded, desperate to be rid of the tickling fingers.

Telemachus finally stopped, getting off of him.

"No more being mean. Or else I'll tickle you again." Telemachus declared, and left him to collect himself on his own.

Yeah. Eurymachus was definitely going to kill that annoyance of a prince.

BONUS SCENE

Antinous walked into Eurymachus' room.

"Hey, are you good? I haven't seen you all day."

"That bastard of a prince came in here and made me promise to not be mean. Fucking asshole." Antinous tilted his head.

"Oh? And how'd he manage to do that?" The smaller suitor crossed his arms and turned his head away, refusing to respond. "Eurymachus. Talk to me."

"He- tickled me." He sighed.

"Mm. He didn't find your worst spot, did he?"

"I don't have a worst spot."

"Oh, really? Then do tell, what do you call this?" Antinous smirks, squeezing just above his knee. The shrill scream was completely involuntary. He didn't mean to start kicking. Why was he so helpless when people started tickling him? Why couldn't he move?

"STOP STOP STOP! ANTINOHOHOUS!" His hands flapped helplessly, before they decided to cover his face. He could barely even think, much less plot his demise. But rest assured, Antinous would pay for this, one way or another.

"Alright, alright." Antinous stopped, gently rubbing the spot to chase away the phantom sensations.

"I hate you."

"No, you don't." Eurymachus glared at his friend.

"Fine. But don't do that again."

"I won't do it again, today."

"Ever."

"You heard me. Better keep an eye out, Eury."

Antinous was very, very lucky that Eurymachus needed him alive.

[wholesome-lee-trash]

Fandom: EPIC the musical

Characters: lee!Eurymachus, ler!Antinous, suitors

Word Count: 1079

Warnings: mentions of murd3r, rap3, Eurymachus, Antinous, curse words, tickles. Tell me if I need to add anything!

A/N: Can you guys tell who my favorite suitor is yet? @thatcheesyler thought you might want to read this one.

Hold Them Down

Eurymachus watches boredly as yet another suitor attempts to string the old king's bow. Yet another failure.

These idiots. Didn't they know that this competition was pointless? Only a true warrior could string that bow. And even if someone did manage to string it, shooting cleanly through 12 axes is near impossible. And even if someone, somehow, was able to do both of those things- Penelope was sitting right on the other side. The arrow will kill her, and then no one would get to be king. That's why Eurymachus didn't even attempt the challenge. He took a turn or two, sure, but just to throw off suspicion. He knew the whole time it was pointless.

He lazily turned his head toward the noise when Antinous slammed his hands on the table, curious.

"Screw this competition- we've been here for hours. None of us can string it. We don't have the power."

Yeah, it's a warrior's bow. Idiot. No suitor is a warrior. At least, to his knowledge. Certainly no one was proving otherwise.

"Screw this damn challenge. No more delays - can't you guys see we're being played?"

Eurymachus sneered. Why would you let them know, Antinous? Why not stew quietly and think of a plan? He could be such an idiot sometimes. Now everyone will know, and every suitor will be thinking of another way to take the queen's hand.

Or maybe he was being smart. If someone did manage to string and shoot that bow, it would kill her. Maybe he was protecting her life for his own gain. Maybe he saw that her body was on the other side of the axes. Maybe he saw that if the arrow was shot where the queen told them to, it would end right in her chest.

Eurymachus knew Antinous had been talking, he had a tendency to ramble on and on and on. He decided to tune back in to the larger suitor's words.

"Haven't you noticed who's missing? Don't you know the prince is not around?"

Eurymachus tilted his head. Huh. He's right. Eurymachus definitely hasn't seen the prince in a couple of days. Not that he pays much attention to the boy. Someone should keep a closer eye on him. He seems to be disappearing more and more these days. He only hopes he's not conspiring to take the throne before one of the suitors.

"I heard he's on a diplomatic mission, and I heard today he comes back to town." Antinous grabs Eurymachus, pulling him to stand in the center of the suitors.

He sighs, knowing what's about to happen. Antinous liked playing show-and-tell when he was ranting like this. He would take somebody, and try to display what would happen, using them as a life size, conscious doll. Unfortunately, this usually happened to be Eurymachus. Only since they had a hush-hush deal going on; help each other out to get to the throne - and whichever one became king would make the other his right hand.

Antinous talked some more. He sure had a big mouth. Eurymachus distantly wondered if he ever shut up. If he'd ever run out of oxygen.

The suitor was drawn from his thoughts when an arm wrapped around his abdomen, tugging him close to Antinous' chest.

"Hold him down, 'til the boy stops shaking. Hold him down, while I slit his throat."

Antinous dragged a gentle fingernail over the bottom of his neck. Certainly taking his sweet time. Eurymachus stiffened when it tickled just a bit. He knew Antinous wouldn't harm him, and Antinous was even more gentle when he felt the stiffening.

Somehow, that was worse. Eurymachus bit his lip, hoping none of the other suitors noticed the smile threatening to spread across his lips.

"Hold him down while I slowly break his pride, his trust, his faith and his bones! Cut him down into tiny pieces."

Antinous dragged a single finger down, down, down his body. From the dip between his collarbones, down the center of his chest, down his belly, past his navel, until he decided to move his hand to the side to rest on his hip.

Eurymachus let out a quiet, shaky breath. That tickled. But he should be done now. No more almost-tickles that made him feel like he was losing control in front of all these men. Luckily enough, they didn't seem to be focused on Eurymachus' reaction. More so Antinous' words, and how they might defeat the prince.

"And when the deed is done, the queen will have no one to stop us from breaking her bedroom door."

Antinous' hand roamed up, coming from his hip, his fingers gliding ticklishly up his sides and belly, up the center of his chest, to cup gently at his throat. Antinous' voice deepened, perhaps with lust, perhaps a tease, as he pressed that horrible, horrible beard to Eurymachus' neck, the air of his words hitting directly on his ear.

"Stop us from taking her love and more~"

Eurymachus let his head lean back, hopefully emulating a woman to the suitors watching. But really, he just did it to hide the smile across his face. To hide his cheeks, that were flushing red.

"Hold her down while her gate is open."

His hand travels awfully slowly to rub at his hip. His knees lock, and Antinous tugs him closer, just in case he fell.

"Hold her down, while I get a taste."

Antinous moved his head slightly, his beard prickling across the sensitive skin of Eurymachus' neck. It was awful, so very awful. The smaller suitor elbowed him, hopefully subtly, so that maybe he'd stop.

"Hold her down, and we'll share her spoils, I will not let any part go to waste!"

His hand roams up and across the top of his chest. The gentle fingers wiggled ever so slightly. He started to wonder if he was doing it on purpose.

Finally, Antinous let him go. He talked to the suitors, speaking of taking control, or something like that anyways, Eurymachus wasn't paying much attention. He just crossed his arms, letting himself fade into the background as he tried to gather himself.

That was absolutely humiliating. Was he seriously so ticklish that he'd be tickled by touch not even intending to tickle him? And in front of all the suitors that he was conspiring to bring down, no less.

Antinous was very lucky they had agreed upon that deal, or he would've killed him.