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Saw this art and my brain went "dude tyresias is boutta get got" so uh epic tkl Fandom here ya go :3
Epic Tickle HCs!
Here are a bunch of epic tkl HCs that literally no one asked for, but I just have so many LMAOO
… I’m serious there are a lot more than I thought …
Anywho let’s get to it!
Hi! If you're still doing requests, can I request on of Ler!Hermes and Lee!Telemachus? I wanna see Hermes Bonding with his great-great-great grandson!
How are you feeling?
An Epic the musical tickle fic
Lee!Telemachus
Ler!Hermes
Summary: Telemachus and Hermes have a little bonding time...
A/N: TO THE ANON...would you believe if I told you I was gonna write a fic like this...I had in my drafts and...are you telepathic? ANYWAYS ENJOY!!!! 💓💓💓🩷🫶🩷🩷🩷
Taggies: @let1zya @aceofspades-doodles @an-unknowntraveler @amazingmsme @mythica0
⚠️INCEST SHIPPERS I WILL TURN YOU INTO PANCAKES AND INTO PIGS⚠️
How are you feeling?
It had been a day. Telemachus had spent all day with his father. They woke up super early and had a quick breakfast, then they went out in the woods to hunt...but they ended up throwing pebbles at some kids who used to bully the prince.
And the best thing was that they did it all in secret! And didn't even get caught!!! They threw them from a balcony and had those little ruffians running to their mamas.
After that, Odysseus took Telemachus to practice with his bow. And at the end of the day, the two had sat on the beach to look at the sunset. The king was telling his son all about his adventures, while the young man had placed his head on his dad's shoulder.
What...an amazing day.
The young prince had dinner with his parents, and they told Penelope all about their day. She was really happy to hear that they had a great time, and even teared up a little. And now, after a nice shower, Telemachus layed in his bed feeling happier than ever.
The candel on his nightstand lit up the room, and he felt his muscles relaxing after a long peaceful day. He closed his eyes, trying to see if he would fall asleep. Just then, he heard someone laughing.
He opened his eyes and looked around, and he saw Hermes sitting on his window stool.
-Hey there darling~
The young boy smiled with excitement.
-Uncle Hermes!!!
The messanger of the gods sat next to his grandson, he smiled at him and started to ruffle his hair.
-How are you today? I saw you and your dad having lots of fun!
The young prince started to rock on his bed as he told his uncle all about the coll they did:
-And~ we threw some pebbles at them!
-Why would you do that, kiddo??!!
-They were mean to me and they even broke my wooden sword...
-Oh...well you should have called Hepeastus to set those sons of Calypso on fire!
The mortal boy laughed. His 'uncle' then looked at him and asked:
-So...How are you feeling sweetie?
Telemachus turned his gaze thwoards Hermes, confused:
-What do you mean??
-I mean, It's been six months since Odysseus return. You finally have your dad back, and I see you bonding everyday: you go on walks, you play games he cuddles you in moments of need. I...wanted to ask if everything's ok.
The prince stayed quiet, and then smiled:
-Well... I've been happier than... I've been in the past three years. I finally have the dad I always wanted to meet. He's... he's the coolest person I know, with Athena and mom of course.
Hermes chuckled as he said that.
-And... I'm so happy that...he still wants to be my father after twenty years. I'm... I'm not ok, I'm feeling amazing!
A few tears formed into the younger's eyes, the god smiled and wrapped him in a side hug.
-I'm so glad you feel this way darling, and just know that...if you guys even need anything; me, Athena, and MOST of the others are here for you...except dad and uncle Poseidon, those two are bitches.
That made the prince burst into laughter. That made Hermes more mischievious, and he started to poke his grandson's ribs:
-There's my little prince! All giggly and happy!~
Telemachus' laughter went up an octave as his ribs were being poked:
-AHAHAHAH!!!! NOHOHO!! EEK- UHUHUNCHUHULE!!!! NOHOHOHO!!! PHLEHEHAHESE!!!
Hermes pushed him onto the bed, and he tied his wrists with his hand.
-Awwww~ look at my little darling~ all squirmy and giggly! Just like his dad!
The prince of Ithaca blushed and turned red as a tomato.
-DOHOHONT THEHEHEHASEHEHE MEHEHEHE!!!
-Why not??~ Does It tickle more??~
-YEHEHEHES!!
-Oh well that's the point, I'm afraid!
Saying this, the god of messages moved down to his grandson's sides. He scribbled all over them, making his nails tickle even more.
-HEHERMEHEHES IHIHIT'S SOHOHO BAHAHAD!!!
-Tickletickletickle little prince~ Awww~ you have the same weak spots as your father!
Telemachus couldn't stop laughing. He felt something in his chest that made him feel...warm and fuzzy. It was like a warm fuzz ball that snuggled in his chest whenever he felt or gave affection. It was...nice, really nice.
After a few minutes of tickling his sides, Hermes went up to his neck.
-Mhm...I wonder what will happen if I started to...tickle this little neck of yours~
And with that, he started to rub his little beard against Telemachus' neck.
-NAHAHAHAHAHA!!! NOHOHOT THEHEHEHERE!!!
-Why~ because It makes you all giddy and silly?~ Just because you're all grown up now doesn't mean I can't tickle you~
The prince just laughed more as Hermes started to blow raspberries on his neck.
-AAAAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! HEHEHERMES NOHOHOHO!!!
-You know Telemachus, you have really tasty giggles...but I'm hungry for something else.
The god said as he lifted up his shirt. The young boy's eyes widened in realization:
-Uhuhuncle...nohoho plehehease...Ihihi cahahan't tahahake Ihit ahahanyhymohohore
-But I'm so hungry sweetie~ and your ticklish tummy Is just what I need~
Telemachus closed his eyes, preparing himself for what was gonna happen. His thoughts were cut off by a big raspberry, and he screamed.
-AAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! NOHOHOHO!!!! IHIHIHI CAHAHAN'T!!!
-Mmm~ this tummy Is so good! It's tasty and sweet, and I'm gonna eat It all up! Onmonmonmonm~
The god made growling noises as he nibbled on every single part of his grandson's tummy. He blew some more raspberries on his belly button. And after he saw that the prince was getting overwhelmed, Hermes stopped his attack and started to rub away the ghost tickles.
-Ahahaha...yohou...ahahare...aha mehenace...
-Well, I'm the god of thieves and liars, don't forget It darling!
He said as he booped Telemachus' nose, making him giggle. Just then, Odysseus walked into his son's room.
-Son, I heard you screaming are you- oh...Hey Hermes!
-Hello old friend!
The king of Ithaca sat next to them. Telemachus scooched over his dad, snuggling on his side. Ody immediatly greeted his son, letting him do what he was planning. The prince soon fell asleep, while Hermes was chatting with his friend.
-So you tickled him? He's gonna get back at you, he did with me.
Odysseus joked, making the god a little nervous.
-You have an amazing son Odysseus. He's Just like you and your wife, he's respectful, kind and brave...
-Thanks Hermes... He's the sweetest joy of my life...
The king said as he caressed his boy's cheek. Hermes got up and said:
-Well, I must get back before Apollo decides to make the sun rise. See you soon darling!
-See you soon Hermes, and...Thank you...for everything...
The god smiled:
-No worries friend, good night!
And with that, Hermes flew back to Olympus. While Odysseus tucked his boy into bed.
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Idk if this was a coincidence that...I was writing the exact fic you request anon but...I HOPE YOU ENJOYED 💕💖🩷💓
Trickster
🎂:Epic the musical
🧁:Polites, Odysseus, Eurylochus
🍫: Hermes
Summary: Hermes plays a neat little trick on the big trio on the ship.
A/N: more epic!! I love ler Hermes so much🙏 also, writing three lee’s is HARD yall. Once again, the ending sucks ass, sorry. I never know how to end these things 😭
Trickster
It was a normal, monotonous day on the ship.
Or, at least, it was supposed to be.
Odysseus, the captain, Eurylochus, the second in command, and Polites, the best friend and also pretty high up in the ranks, were standing together, talking about random nothings as they leaned against the railing of the ship.
Meanwhile, Hermes decided that he wanted to live up to his domain as the trickster god, and flew down to the ship, hiding off to the side.
‘Ohoho this is gonna be good.’ He thought to himself as he hid, watching his victims friends from the shadows with a smug smile. And then he used his divine powers to make a slight, barely-noticeable tingling sensation on the sides of all three men.
Due to its lightness, it wasn’t abnormal at first, and they rubbed at it once or twice but nothing too crazy. But as Hermes made it slightly more noticeable and it wasn’t going away, Odysseus commented.
“Man, what is that?”
Eurylochus raised an eyebrow and responded. “What is what?”
“There’s like a weird tingling on my side.”
The other two seemed shocked and replied in unison. “You too?!”
At this declaration, they realized that something was going on. Why else would all three of them be feeling that at the same time?
Just then, Hermes revealed himself with a laugh.
“Hey there, friends!”
“Hermes?!” They all called in shock, and then the god replied.
“The one and only!”
“Are you responsible for this?” Odysseus questioned with an air of seriousness behind his voice, although for some reason he found that it lost all bite, as the tingling sensation made him have the urge to smile.
“You bet I am! Let’s take it up a notch, shall we~?” Hermes lilting voice replies, and with a wave of his hand all three men feel the tingling grow into a true tickle.
Polites instantly burst into giggles, but the more stoic two tried to hold back.
“Ehehahahaha hehehehermehehehes, whyhyhy!”
“I just wanted to, seemed like fun! It’s a neat little trick, ain’t it? Come on, Friends, why are you holding back? Laughing is fun, just let yourself go!” He directs the latter part of his statement to the two that were repressing their laughter, holding their hands over their mouths as their shoulders shook with the effort. Odysseus shook his head, not wanting to give in.
“Well then, I guess I’ll have to up the ante a bit~” Hermes drawls again, and then moves the sensation to Odysseus’ thighs and Eurylochus’ armpits, their respective worst spots. Although Polites was already giggling, he decided to move it for him as well, to his tummy, the buzzing sensation increasing his giggles.
“Eee hehehehermehehes thahahat tihihickles! Ahahahahaha!” He squeaks slightly, doubling over and hugging himself around the middle, as if to block the sensation, but it doesn’t do anything for it, the sensation being entirely magical, as if coming from inside.
“I know, isn’t it great~?”
Meanwhile, Eurylochus finally broke, deep, rumbling chuckles leaving him from the feeling. Odysseus, however, was still stubbornly hanging on.
“Ahahahaha hehehermehehehes, stohohop thihis!”
“No way, I think you could use a laugh! And you, Friend,” he addresses Odysseus, “are fighting far too hard. Let the laughter consume you, my friend!” He waves his hand again, causing the feeling to intensify for all three men, and Odysseus breaks.
“Ppffft- shihihiit! Ahahahahaha!”
“There we go! Now was that so hard~”
Now all three men were giggling and laughing, squirming around. Hermes watched with a wide smile, and they all had very different reactions to the feeling.
Polites was doubled over and hugging himself still, but was also clearly enjoying himself, never once saying ‘no!’ Or ‘stop!’. Eurylochus had his arms snapped to his sides, still laughing with deep rumbling chuckles, protesting loudly. Odysseus was super embarrassed, blushing as he laughed wildly in front of his crew.
“Hehehehehermehehes, STOHOHOP!”
“Aww, but why~ this is so much fun!” Hermes pouts dramatically, holding his face.
“Speheak fohor yohoursehelf aHahahahaha!”
“I dunno~ you all sure sound like you’re having fun.”
“Nohoho whehehe ahaharent! Cuhuhut ihit ohout!” Eurylochus protested through his laughter, struggling to get the words out.
Polites spoke up from his spot. “Ihi dohont knohow Guhuys, Ihi thihink thihis ihis kihinda fuhun! Ehahahaha!”
“I knew you would~” Hermes coos, causing Polites to blush, but he doesn’t deny anything or protest at all.
“Since you’re having fun, why don’t I make this a little bit more interesting, hmm?” The god drawls again, once again increasing the sensation for all three men.
They’re all consumed by unrelenting tickles on their worst spots, the entire area being overwhelmed with fluttery, electric tingles that make them hysterical with laughter.
Polites can feel his entire tummy being assaulted with the ticklish sensations, feeling like prodding fingers and raspberries on every inch of the surface. He doesn’t deny that he’s having fun, small joyful tears forming in his eyes as he giggles.
Eurylochus can feel his whole underarm area being tickled ruthlessly, a buzzing electric sensation consuming him. It tickles so bad! And he is much more reluctant to admit that he doesn’t totally hate this, not even admitting it to himself.
Odysseus is certainly the most embarrassed of the three. He is supposed to be the captain, strong and respectable! But here he was, unable to stop himself from laughing loudly from the feeling of his legs being squeezed and scratched ticklishly. He feels his knees buckle and he grabs into the railing for support. He also refuses to admit to himself that he’s enjoying the feeling, the enjoyment being far overshadowed by embarrassment.
The crew has gathered around to watch the scene, cooing and cheering.
“Haha, they needed to be taken down a notch!”
“Aww, look how much fun Polites is having!”
“I know, right? He’s smiling so wide!”
“Haha, yeah, and I think Eurylochus and the Cap are enjoying it too, even if they don’t wanna admit it.”
The three blush more at the words, especially Odysseus, feeling humiliated at being reduced to a laughing mess in front of his men. Hermes watches, hovering around in various relaxed or playful positions, not deactivating or lowering the relentless divine tickles in the slightest.
“Look how cute you are~ all giggly and happy~” the trickster coos, floating like a school girl would lay on their stomach. He’s having a blast watching and causing the chaos, and he knows that his targets are too, even if two of them won’t admit it.
“Hehehehermehehes, cuhuhut ihihit ohohohout!” Eurylochus continues to protest, feeling as though he has to do something, anything to stop the sensation.
“I don’t think so, darling~ in fact, I don’t think you should be telling a god what to do~”
Eurylochus sees what Hermes is implying and quickly backtracks with giggly apologies. “Wahahait, ihihim sohohorry nononohohoho!”
Hermes giggles and intensifies the sensation anyway. “Yes~ tickle tickle tickle! Doesn’t that feel nice~”
“NoHOhoHO IHIT dohoHOESNT! STohop, PlehehHEASE!” Eurylochus’ chuckles raise to belly laughs, the sensation driving him mad.
Polites, despite how much fun he’s having right now, almost feels a pang of.. jealousy? At Eurylochus’ pleading, feeling like he’s missing out on something more intense. Picking up on this, somehow, Hermes looks at Polites with a teasing yet fond smile, speaking with a teasing lilt that makes Polites blush grow.
“Aww, is someone feeling a little jealous~? Dont worry, friend, let me help you with that~” Hermes does so, increasing the sensation for Polites as well, even adding some ticklish sensation to his sides as well, sensing just how much the optimistic man is enjoying himself.
Polites’ Jealousy immediately vanishes, replaced by a giddy panic mixed with happiness, his squeaky giggles growing louder. He nearly cheers aloud, but decides against it, not wanting to embarrass himself more than he already has. “Eehehehhahahahaha ihihits sohoho tihihickly! Ahahahahaha!”
“Aww, I know it is~ it feels good, doesn’t it~?” Polites doesn’t respond directly, but he doesn’t deny it either, and his body language conveys how he’s really feeling, so he doesn’t really have to respond.
Odysseus is leaning on the railing for support, falling nearly entirely to the floor from the unending, debilitating ticklish shocks sending through his legs. He is so embarrassed, but despite that, he’s also, maybe..having.. just a bit of fun. (It’s a lot of fun, but he’s not even gonna think about that) His worst spot is being tickled absolutely ruthlessly, the electric sensation not letting up for a single moment. His laughter is loud and frantic, but it does carry a tone of genuine joy as well.
“AhaHAhaHAHAHAH! MahahaHAKe ihihit StohohoHOP-!”
“What’s wrong, too ticklish~?” Hermes’ teasing words make his already bright red face get even brighter, his embarrassment evident on his face that’s also adorned with a wide smile, just as his two friends who are squirming and laughing besides him.
“Plehehehehease, hehehehermehehes, ihi CAHAHANT Tahahake ihihit!” Eurylochus’ voice rumbles with his deep laughter, a low, loud sound.
“Sure you can~ all you gotta do is laugh, and you’re doing just fine at that~”
“Heheheehehahahahahahaha! Ihihit tihihickles sohoho muhuhuch! Hahahahahha!” Polites’ happy giggling continues to fill the air of the ship, earning coos from the watching audience.
Hermes decides that Odysseus needs to join his friends in the more intense feeling, increasing it for him as well, making his legs fully fail, him collapsing to the floor in loud fits of laughter, kicking in order to try and expel the sensation, or at the very least deal with it. “AHAHAH- NohoHO- ahahahahahaha!”
“Oop, man down! Looks like someone’s awful ticklish~”
“AHaHAHA NOHOT THEHERE, PLEHEASE!”
“Oh, but this spot is just so fun!”
Eurylochus continues to let out Belly laughs, his being the deepest of the three, filling the air with the booming sound. “Hahahahahahaha ehehenohohough, plehehehehease! Ahahahahaha!”
“Why should I~ you all seem to be having a good time~”
Polites is still giggling happily, holding his stomach with small tears of joy rolling down his face. He is having an absolute blast right now, and is the most open about it.
Odysseus, meanwhile, was stuck in absolute ticklish agony, laughing loudly as his thighs were assaulted with ruthless tickles, forcing endless laughter from his chest. He, too, had tears of laughter falling, the feeling be so unbelievably intense, and despite the fact that he doesn’t want to admit it, it feels so good. What made it worse is that he couldn’t even fight back! There were no hands to push at, no pin to struggle against, but yet no matter how much he kicked and squirmed it did nothing to help alleviate the maddening feeling.
Eurylochus was much in the same position, arms pinned to his sides but it doing nothing to block or protect him from the intense tingling tickles on his underarms, making his deep belly laughs ring throughout the ship.
Hermes could tell that they were reaching their limit, so decided for one last hurrah before ending the feeling.
“You guys ready for a grand finale~”
“NOHOHO!”
“Plehehehehease dohohont!”
Eurylochus and Odysseus protested loudly, whereas Polites just felt flutters of anticipation in his chest.
Hermes ignored the pleas, and for said ‘grand finale’, made the three have even more intense sensations all over their most ticklish spots, driving them mad with laughter.
It only lasted for a few seconds, the men’s hysterical laughter filling the ship like a joyful symphony, but to them it felt like an hour. It was so unbelievably intense, probably the strongest tickling any of them had ever experienced.
It was absolutely unbearable, and although it was a little enjoyable, they each knew that they couldn’t take it for more than a few seconds.
After the longest 5 seconds of their lives, Hermes snapped and the sensation disappeared, leaving just residual giggles.
After a minute or so that the men took to cool their breathing and stop giggling, Hermes spoke.
“Did you have fun~~” the blush that had started to fade immediately returned in full force.
“Yeah..” Polites spoke quietly, not bothering to deny it despite it being embarrassing to admit.
“Absolutely not!” Eurylochus and Odysseus chimed in at the same time, despite it being not fully true.
Odysseus continued. “Please, never do that again.”
Hermes did an exaggerated pout. “Booo, you’re no fun~”
Odysseus just sighed. “At the very least can you not do that while I’m in front of everyone?”
“I make no promises~”
With final goodbyes and well wishes, Hermes flew off to continue his job, leaving the three flustered from the experience.
“Agree to never talk about this again?”
Odysseus spoke and the other two nodded.
“Agreed.” Eurylochus continued. “You don’t have to tell me twice.”
They dispersed to do various things and continue their jobs, but they couldn’t deny that they had a slight lightness in their chests after the experience, the boredom of the day having been lifted slightly.
It was a pretty cool trick.
———THE END————————————————
Sweet Dreams
AN: I recently listened to Epic the musical for the first time. Then I listened to it over and over again because it’s just so good!! I honestly wish I hadn’t put it off for so long, but alas, I’m here now. Writing a tickle fic for the very first time because I actually adore Telemachus so so much. But I couldn’t find any stories with him as the lee so I had to do it myself. Be the change you want to see in the world 😤!! I hope someone enjoys this as much as I enjoyed writing it 💜
Summary: Telemachus tries to sleep but Hermes decides to be his personal sleep paralysis demon.
Word count: 6.0k
Warnings: I haven’t read the Odyssey…lmao. This is a tickle fic! If you don’t like that pls don’t read this
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Ok so I was in the car driving home today and my brain was full of Hermes drabbles and this happened
*wait a minute Zieru's design for Hermes is perfect for sneaky side tickles or even a tackle and shirt flip followed by raspberries*
Then my brain was like 'oh wait a minute already i can make a little thing about this on tumblr later' so here we are..uhm....enjoy Epic fandom :3
Hi everyone! I was binge watching Epic animatics and I came across one for "Done For" where Hermes was watching with popcorn, and that inspired me to write this fic. Mostly angst, a bit of fluff, and a dash of tickles. If you guys like it I might make a Part 2!
Characters: Hermes, Circe
TW: Mentions of SA!
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Hermes Causes Chaos
Oh, what to do today?
Hermes was bored. He was bored often. But not like this. He felt really antsy. So he decided to do what he did best. Make his boredom someone else's problem. But who should he grace with his presence?
Athena? No, she was still recovering from injury. Ares? No, he rather liked the idea of keeping his hands attached to his arms. Poseidon? No, Hermes already bothered him a few days ago, and even he knew that Poseidon was not one to be messed with too often.
Hermes tapped his chin in thought as he floated about aimlessly. He gazed down at the land below, the lush forests, the sandy beaches, the pristine palace roof, the giant pig pen…
Wait, pig pen? Hermes paused in his flight and stared for a second, before a wide grin split his face.
…
Circe was spending some time with the younger nymphs on her island. They had been planting a large flower garden and wanted to show her how much it had grown. The girls were so proud of it, and Circe couldn't help but smile and feel a little proud as well.
“It's beautiful! Well done my children!” The other nymphs might not be her actual children, but that hadn't stopped some of the youngest from calling her “Mom” or “Mother” every now and then, and it didn't take long for her to start seeing them as her daughters. Circe loved her nymphs dearly. They were her companions, her family. She doesn't know what she'd do if she lost them.
A frown crossed her face as the girls ran off again. As confident as she was in her magic, she always was aware of the little voice in the back of her head that told her she wouldn't be able to protect them forever. Her mind flitted back to that awful day, when that man had first set foot on her island. How she had shown him kindness. And how he had taken advantage.
That feeling of helplessness, that pain, she never wanted to feel that way again. And she'd rather die than let that be the fate that befalls her nymphs. Since that day she has let no man roam freely on her island. No man except…
“Circe! Hello darling! Why are you looking so down?”
“Ah, hello Hermes. It's nothing, just reflecting.”
Hermes had become a frequent visitor after the events of that day. He had been the first to try to help her and her girls. He had been kind enough to let her cry on his shoulder during the worst of times. Admittedly, it had taken a while for him to earn her trust, as you could never be too sure with an Olympian. But Hermes had proven that he had no ulterior motives. And had become one of her closest friends.
“Cici, you know that you don't have to hide from me. If you need to talk I'm always ready to listen.”
Circe said nothing.
“You're thinking about that man again, aren't you.”
Circe looked up at him, her eyes filled with tears.
“I-I don't know if I c-can keep them safe! What if h-he c-comes back? What if I can't protect them?!” She cried, her voice breaking.
“Oh, darling, come here.” Hermes pulled her into a tight hug, and held her as she cried. This was a side to her that she rarely let another person see. In fact, Hermes might be the only person alive that has seen this side of her, the side that allows herself to be vulnerable, to lean on another, to trust.
“Cici, look at me. Look at me Circe. He won't come back. That is something I can assure you.”
She didn't seem to believe him. “H-how could you be so sure?”
Hermes let himself grin for a moment. “I know he won't come back. I took his soul to Hades myself.”
He usually felt neutral if not a little melancholy about the part of his job that lead him to interact with the newly dead, but dragging that bastard to Hades was something he had taken quite a bit of pleasure in. Although, he never followed up to see what happened to him. Maybe he’ll drop by the Underworld later.
Circe relaxed a bit. “That's a comforting thought. All this time I was terrified that he'd return. I know I have my magic, but I always wonder if it's enough…”
Circe's voice trailed off. She had spent every waking moment since that day ensuring that she would be prepared to protect her nymphs should someone arrive on her island looking to do them harm. She could never shake the feeling that she had let them down the first time, that she had failed for being unable to protect them. You'd have to forgive her hypervigilance, the nymphs were the only ones who had shown her kindness, and in her opinion, that is the greatest gift anyone could offer. Greater than any sacrifice made to the God King, more beautiful than any jewel in the Underworld, and more valuable than any piece of wisdom grey-eyed Athena possessed.
Speaking of showing kindness…
“How is Odysseus? I haven't heard anything about him since he departed from the Underworld. And that was several years ago. I let him go because he told me of his love and longing for his wife. I do hope that he continued to go to her.”
“Ah, darling, you would be delighted to know that he has returned home! He has reunited with his beloved wife and son! I must say, even I shed a tear watching those two!”
Hermes continued to regale Circe with Odysseus's journey home. She was saddened to hear about the deaths of his crew; Odysseus had mentioned to her that among his crew members was his brother-in-law, someone who has been by his side for nearly his entire life. Upon hearing about how Calypso had trapped him on her island for so long she became enraged, only calming when she heard how Odysseus had refused to lie with her and how Athena had fought for his freedom.
When Hermes got to the part where he appeared to give his guidance, he couldn't resist doing a dramatic reenactment (“But darling, this is so important for you to get the full picture! Mere words are not enough!”).
She was not so happy to hear that Poseidon had caught him after everything.
“You know, he is the pettiest god in all of Olympus and beyond. The man had suffered enough!” She grumbled.
“Ha! Good luck telling that to my uncle, darling. But don't you worry about that, our dear Ody took care of it himself!”
Circe was both horrified and strangely satisfied to hear about how Odysseus “took care of it.” She was glad that someone had finally taken Poseidon down a few pegs, but even in her own fleeting interaction, she knew that Odysseus wouldn't have resorted to such extreme violence if he wasn't desperate. Her heart broke for him. Finally, a man who didn't act like a pig, and the Fates had treated him so cruelly.
“And that's not all Cici! Turns out, while he had been away, a bunch of men had gathered in his home trying to win the hand of his wife! She had managed to hold them off up until that point, and her way of doing so was quite clever if I do say so myself!”
Circe smiled while Hermes described how Penelope had stalled for years using the excuse of weaving a funeral shroud, only to unravel it each night. She was just like Odysseus, clever, loyal, and deeply in love with her husband. Circe got the feeling that if she were to ever meet Penelope, they would become good friends, once they got past the whole Circe-trying-to-seduce-and-kill-Odysseus thing.
“And then, and then, Ody says ‘You don't think I know my own palace? I built it!’” Hermes was practically bouncing up and down as he shared how Odysseus had killed all the suitors after hearing what they wanted to do to Penelope and Telemachus. “Fucking pigs.” “Cici darling, that's an insult to pigs.”
Circe mourned that she hadn't been there to aid in the killing of the suitors. If there is one thing she hates more than anything or anyone, it's men who think that they can treat women like objects for their own pleasure and with no regard for the woman’s own feelings. Maybe she’ll go down to the Underworld, just to teach those bastards a lesson.
She was relieved to hear that those pathetic excuses for men had never gotten the chance to touch Penelope. That kind of pain, terror, and trauma is something that she wouldn't wish upon her worst enemy, unless, of course, that enemy was the man who dared to do such a thing in the first place.
“I’m happy to hear that he was able to finally meet his son after all these years. I couldn't imagine being away from my girls for so long, I don't know how he made it through.”
“Well, my grandson is as stubborn as he is clever. He gets that from me. Just the thought of seeing them again was what kept him going, even when all seemed lost.”
Circe smiled. She'd have to invite Odysseus and his family back to her island. As much as she hated to admit it, she kind of wanted to see him again, and really wanted to meet the woman that he had fought so hard for.
She was yanked out of her thoughts when Hermes suddenly pulled her into a hug.
“Ack! Hermes what the hell! Give me a warning next time!”
“Hahaha! Sorry darling, but you still looked a little sad! What kind of friend would I be if I didn't try to help?”
Circe sighed. “I’m not sad anymore HermEHES!” She suddenly squeaked when she felt a squeeze at her side. She slowly turned to look at Hermes, only to see his eyes twinkling with mischief. At least, they would be if she could see under his hat. “Hermes, no.”
“Hermes yes darling!” Came the enthusiastic reply as Circe felt her sides being squeezed again, falling back into peals of laughter. “I have to make sure you're happy! I can't have you going around moping like that!”
“Hermes, ihif you don't stohop now I can't be held responsible fohor what happens next!” Circe warned, straining to hold back laughter.
“Darling, you are in no position to be making threats!” Hermes exclaimed with a smirk.
However, Hermes forgot one thing: Circe will always make good on her threats.
In one fluid motion, Circe grabbed his wrist, pulled herself out of the hold, shoved Hermes onto his back, and climbed on top of him, effectively pinning him to the ground.
“You've had your fun, my friend.” She said with a sly grin, looking vaguely like a lioness who just caught her prey. Her eyes sparkled with mischief, just like how Hermes's eyes sparkled just a minute before. “Now? It's my turn.”
Fandom: EPIC the musical
Characters: lee!Poseidon, ler!Hermes
Word Count: 824
Warning: tickles, greek mythology, tell me if I need to add anything else!
A/N: I was hesitant to write this as I know it's an actual religion. Please do not be offended, I mean these as characters from a musical and not actual mythology. This takes place after, "Ruthlessness" sometime.
Learning a Lesson