#ler!calypso

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It was supposed to be a comic but the canvas I was drawing it on was damaged when loading.The file needed to be restored, but to do this it was necessary to wait 129 minutes (literally two hours). In the end, I only had this sketch and I decided to finish drawing at least it. ｡ﾟ(ﾟ´Д｀ﾟ)ﾟ｡

[mythica0]

epic the musical tickle fic idea, ler!Calypso lee!odysseus

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She would try and convince him to leave Penelope in the sweetest way possible, and that was to wreck him

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Hey there, handsome

🎂:Epic the musical

🧁: Odysseus

🍫: Calypso

Summary: a day or so after Odysseus arrives on Calypso’s island, she gets tired of his cold attitude. She decides to make him open up to her.

A/N: thanks again for the request! I changed it up just a tad; so Calypso isn’t trying to convince Ody to leave Penelope, because let’s be real that would never work. But I thought this idea was cute so I HAD to write it. I was also tempted to say ‘hey there, hot stuff’ as the title but thought it didn’t fit with the musical so I changed it XD. Not super proud of the ending but whatever. Anywhom, with that being said, please enjoyyyyy! :3

Cw for swearing!

Hey there, handsome

An entire day.

That’s how long he had been here. The first person Calypso had seen in a very, very long time.

And he was acting like she didn’t exist.

Every time she tried to approach Odysseus, he shrugged her off, walked away, ignored her entirely.

She was getting annoyed by this cold attitude. This was the love of her life, the only person she had seen in a century. She had to do something. Something that wouldn’t bring harm to him.

So, later that day, she approached him. But this time, she had a plan in mind.

“Hey there, handsome.” She called, gentle but determined.

He didn’t respond. He just turned away.

‘No. Not this time.’ Calypso walked up to him, and pulled him into a hug, one he couldn’t get out of.

“Dear, I’m getting tired of the silent treatment. Talk to me, won’t you?”

Despite not being able to get out of the hold, Odysseus didn’t respond, just averting his gaze and remaining silent. She would not have the satisfaction of his attention. That’s what she wanted.

She just sighed. Guess the hard way it was then. “Fine then, don’t talk. But you’re going to make sound, I swear it.”

Odysseus was confused, and his expression matched that, but he refused to look her in the eye to convey it, or to ask what she meant.

She smiled a bit, and leaned in to whisper in his ear. “You’re going to laugh for me, darling.”

Without giving Odysseus time to register what she meant, she started to scratch and spider along his sides and ribs.

Odysseus tensed at the sensation and his breath hitched. That was something he hadn’t felt in a long time. But he held in the laughter that bubbled up in his chest. He was not going to let her get what she wanted.

“Aww, still silent, are we? Well we can’t have that, now can we?” She teased a bit, adding a bit more pressure to the ticklish touch.

Odysseus gasped a bit, but snapped his mouth shut to trap the laughter. His shoulders shook with the trapped giggles, but he refused to let them out.

“You know dear, I know your life has been.. less than pleasant. Maybe it could feel nice to laugh! I’m sure it’s been a while since you’ve had the release of just a good, long, belly laugh, huh?” She cooed a bit, never relenting the ticklish touches on his torso.

Odysseus’ thoughts kind of agreed. He hasn’t laughed, genuinely laughed, in a long time. Maybe it could be nice- but no. He wasn’t going to cave, wasn’t going to give in. If she wanted his laughter she was going to have to take it from him.

“Hmm, still stubborn, huh? Well that just won’t do.” She decided to try and find a spot that would make him crack, break the dam that was holding back the flood of laughter in his chest.

First, she tried scribbling forward to his stomach, which made his shoulders shake harder- but no dice. Then she tried some light touches on his neck. He scrunched up a bit, but still no laughter.

Until she tried his underarms, and he broke.

They weren’t his worst spot, but they were pretty up there, and the laughter fell free from his chest, the dam finally cracked.

“Pfft- dahahamn ihihit!”

“There we go! I knew your laugh would be pretty.” She smiled, continuing to scratch against the sensitive skin beneath his arms.

“Fuhuhuck- stohohop!” He protested, squirming around in the hold but unable to escape.

“No way! I finally got you to speak, I’m not giving that up so soon!”

Odysseus hated how right she was. It did feel good. It felt really fucking good. Each laugh that was forced from him sent jolts of happiness through him, chasing away some of the depression he’s been dealing with for so long. It forced a smile on his face, forced happy chemicals into his mind. He found that now that he’d started laughing, he didn’t want to stop.

“Ahahahaha fuhuhuck- thahahat tihihickles!”

“Good! That means I should keep doing it then.” Calypso smiled, happy to see him smile, hear him laugh.

“Nohohoho- ahahahaha!” He continued to laugh as she drilled into his underarms, frantic protests leaving him. But despite it all, he wasn’t actually fighting back, trying to push her away or make her stop.

He hated how much he loved this. How fun it was. How much it cheered him up from the years of suffering. Calypso could tell how much he was enjoying himself, smiling brightly.

“See? Told you it would feel nice to laugh.”

“Fuhuhuck ohohoHOFF-!” His laughter grew louder as she increased the pressure of the ticklish touch, determined to make him happy even though he protested.

Odysseus could not. stop. laughing. for the life of him. He couldn’t bring himself to fight back, to try and make her stop. Because it felt amazing. He wanted to hate it, but he just couldn’t. He couldn’t bring himself to hate the amazing, fluttery feeling and rushes of dopamine that flooded his mind with every laugh. His face scrunched up adorably in a wide smile, forcing his eyes shut as pure, joyful laughter bellowed from his chest.

“Your smile is so cute, love! You should do it more often~” Calypso teased, genuine affection lacing her voice. She was completely enchanted by the sight of his smile, the sound of his laugh. She was absolutely ecstatic to be the cause of it. Odysseus’ blush grew at the teasing, finding this whole situation incredibly embarrassing.

“Ihihit ihis Nohohot!” He protested, refusing to agree that he was cute in any capacity. He was ruined. A monster. A fearsome warrior. And he certainly wasn’t cute.

“Yes it is~!” Calypso sang in return, “and I’m more than happy to be the cause of that joy.” She spoke the truth, loving that the love of her life was happy, was having fun. She might not know everything he’s been through, but she knew that he needed this. She knew he needed to have fun, to give up control and just laugh for a while, without a care in the world. She moved from his underarms and started to scratch at his belly again, making sure to teasingly trace circles around his belly button without actually touching it.

Odysseus squirmed and giggled, digging his heels into the ground slightly to try and expel the giddy energy building inside him. He was enjoying himself, yes, but that tantalizing touch around his navel was just cruel.

“Cahahahalyhypsoho! Cuhut ihit ohohout!”

“Cut what out? Cause we both know you don’t want me to stop tickling you.”

Odysseus blushed at the tease, still giggling breathlessly, and after a moments pause Calypso pretended to have a lightbulb moment. (She knew the whole time. She was being teasy on purpose.)

“Oh? You mean you want me to tickle this little giggle button right here? Hmm? Well why didn’t you just say so!” Calypso didn’t give Odysseus time to even register what she said before starting to swirl one finger into the sensitive divot.

Odysseus barked out a far more intense laugh, the volume picking up and belting from his chest as he squirmed fruitlessly.

“Ahahahaha-! Fuhuhuck! Thahahats sohoho bahahahad!”

“Aww, what’s the problem? Does it tickle too much, hmm~?”

“Yehehehes! Ahahaha- ihihi cahaha- ahahahaha!” Loud, boisterous and joyful laughter continued to boom from the soldier, squirming around and smiling so much his face hurt.

“You what? Finish your sentences, dear.” Calypso teased, using one hand to tickle his bellybutton and the other to scratch and dig at the rest of his tummy.

“Ihihi cahahahant-! Ohoho gohohods! Ahahahahaha!”

Odysseus couldn’t stand it, It tickled so bad. And he absolutely loved it. Tears of laughter pricked behind his eyes, a pleasant, fluttering feeling radiating through his whole entire being. Because he was laughing. Genuinely laughing. And he didn’t have to worry or think about all his suffering anymore. All he had to do was laugh, and laugh, and laugh. And he couldn’t be happier.

“I bet this tickles real bad, huh?”

“Yehehehehehehes! Ohoho myhyhy gohohohods! Ehehahahahahaha- ahahahaha-!”

“Okay, okay, I’ll have mercy.” calypso teased a little, finally stopping and instead gently rubbing her hand over his stomach to dispel the residual tingles.

Odysseus breathed heavily, panting between excess giggles. “Ahahaha… ohoho gohohods…”

“Did you have fun, dear?”

Odysseus blushed and didn’t answer, far too embarrassed to agree but far too smart to deny it.

“I’ll take that as a yes. I’m glad.”

Odysseus sighed and then spoke a little sheepishly, uncharacteristically shy. “Uh….thanks.”

“No problem. Can we agree that you won’t give me the silent treatment anymore?”

“Yeah, yeah, sure.”

And he never did give her the silent treatment again.

———THE END———————————————————

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Lee!Odysseus and Ler!Calypso,please?🤭Nymphs are known to be playful~

The Nymph’s Game

On the far edge of the world, where the sea lay still and bright beneath an endless sky, the island of Ogygia breathed in quiet beauty. Flowers spilled over stone, warm breezes drifted lazily, and time itself seemed to soften.

And in the middle of it all sat Odysseus, staring stubbornly at the horizon as though he could force it to change.

Behind him, Calypso watched with growing amusement.

“Still trying to outstare the sea?” she asked, stepping closer.

“If I could command it as easily as you command this island,” he replied, “I would already be home in Ithaca.”

Calypso hummed, circling him slowly. “You are very dramatic for someone sitting still.”

“I am thinking.”

“You are brooding,” she corrected, dropping gracefully into the sand beside him, far closer than before. “And I have decided I don’t like it.”

Odysseus gave her a wary look. “You rarely decide things in my favor.”

“Oh, I think you’ll enjoy this one.”

He didn’t have time to respond.

Her fingers darted suddenly against his side.

Odysseus jerked, completely caught off guard, a sharp laugh escaping before he could stop it. “What—!”

Calypso lit up instantly. “There it is!”

“Stop that,” he said quickly, trying to twist away—but she followed with ease, her touch light and quick along his ribs.

Another laugh broke free, louder this time.

“You are entirely too easy,” she said, clearly delighted, her fingers skimming up and then back down again in unpredictable patterns.

“I am not—” he started, then cut himself off with a breathless laugh as she found the same spot again. “This is ridiculous.”

“And yet,” she said, leaning in slightly, “you cannot seem to stop laughing.”

He tried to catch her wrist, but she slipped free effortlessly, laughing now as much as he was. Her fingers danced again, faster this time, playful and relentless enough to keep him reacting but never overwhelming.

Odysseus shook his head, shoulders tensing as he tried, and failed, to compose himself. “You are supposed to be a gracious host.”

“I am,” she said brightly. “I am providing entertainment.”

“This is not entertainment—” He broke into another laugh as her touch shifted higher along his side, then quickly back again before he could anticipate it. “This is an ambush.”

“A successful one,” she replied.

He leaned away, but the movement only made it easier for her to follow, her fingers tracing quick, teasing paths that kept him guessing. Every time he thought he could brace for it, she changed rhythm, lighter, slower, then suddenly quick again.

“Calypso,” he managed between laughs, “have you nothing better to do?”

“Nothing nearly this amusing.”

She shifted closer, her shoulder brushing his as her fingers tapped lightly along his ribs again, then paused just long enough for him to exhale…

Before starting again.

Odysseus let out an incredulous laugh, dropping his head briefly. “You are doing that on purpose.”

“Of course I am.”

He tried once more to catch her hands, managing to intercept one for half a second before she slipped free again, clearly enjoying the challenge now.

“You outwit monsters,” she teased. “Surely you can outwit me.”

“I am trying,” he said, breath uneven with laughter, “but you are not fighting fairly.”

“I never said I would.”

Her touch softened for a moment, slower, almost absentminded, tracing along his arm instead. The sudden gentleness caught him off guard, his laughter easing into quiet breaths.

“There,” she said softly. “That’s better.”

Odysseus exhaled, finally regaining a fragment of composure. “If you are finished—”

“I am not.”

Her fingers darted back to his side again.

He laughed outright this time, no longer able to pretend otherwise, leaning away as much as the moment allowed. “You are impossible.”

“And you,” she said, grinning, “are finally not thinking about leaving.”

That made him pause, just for a second.

She noticed immediately. Her hands stilled, resting lightly against his arm.

The laughter faded, leaving something quieter behind.

Odysseus looked back toward the horizon, but the tension in his expression had softened, just slightly.

“This changes nothing,” he said.

“I know,” Calypso replied, not unkindly. “It was never meant to.”

A small, reluctant smile tugged at his expression anyway.

She leaned back onto her hands, satisfied. “But it is nice, isn’t it?”

He didn’t answer right away.

Far beyond the island, the journey of The Odyssey still waited. The sea, the trials, the pull of home.

But here, in a moment stolen from all of that, even Odysseus who is clever, stubborn, unyielding and could be caught off guard, disarmed not by force, but by laughter.