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!
Odysseus has a ridiculously ticklish back, but only certain people know (Polites, Penelope, Athena and Eurylochus)
Instead of tickle monster Polites says “I am the God of tickles!” And everyone just thinks it’s dumb /pos instead of it actually making them flustered
Polites and Ody got into a lot of tkl fights when they were younger
It used to be one sided (Polites constantly winning against Ody) but one day, Ody thought of a whole strategy to take Polites down (maybe even asked Athena for help) and it worked
The tkl fights between those two were never one sided again after that lol
Ody gets super flustered and embarrassed, but he never stops digging his own grave by constantly teasing his ler with witty comments (maybe he does it on purpose WHATWHOSAIDTHAT)
Hermes is the BIGGEST switch known to mankind, along with Polites
Hermes and Apollo get into a lot of tickle fights (almost like how Polites and Ody did), and love to bring other people into them
“Ahahahahathehehena! Hehehelp me gehehet Hehehermehehes!” “Um… I’m good…” “oh, come on, Athena! Try and get me! Betcha you can’t~” “oh my goodness- FINE.”
(Athena is really often the one who ends up getting caught in it all)
Athena never loses tickle fights
No matter if she gets gained up on or if it’s one-on-one, she always somehow manages to come out on top
(That’s the main reason Hermes and Apollo call on her the most WHATTTTT)
Going back to Hermes, his wings are EXTREMELY sensitive, probably his most ticklish spot
I’ll talk for days about how much Hermes enjoys being tkled and tkling other people (cough cough Apollo) (not like he dislikes it either tho)
That brings us to where I think the characters are the most ticklish!
Odysseus: thighs (we all agree on this LMAOO), back, ribs (back of ribs are KILLER)
Polites: Stomach, knees, hips, ribs
Eurylochus: Ribs, underarms, sides
Hermes: wings, knees, underarms, neck
Athena: ribs, back/wings, stomach
Telemachus: hips, thighs, ribs, knees
Penelope: Sides, neck/ears, knees
Apollo: knees, neck, sides, stomach
That’s about all the characters I write for LMAOO (don’t ask why it’s all the main characters… and Apollo, bc idk I just really liked him…)
I really need to talk abt Telemachus because OH BOY HES SO ALSNEOEKKSKE /pos
He liked being tickled until one of the Suitors found out he was ticklish, and now he’s just like extremely embarrassed by it and sees himself as pathetic for having an odd weakness
But slowly, after Athena takes him under her wing (literally and metaphorically) she starts doing her “stamina exercises” she used to do with Odysseus, and she calls him out that he seems to be enjoying himself (I WILL G L A D L Y WRITE A FIC ABT THIS BTW)
Once Odysseus gets back to Ithaca, he slowly starts warming back up to his son, and that eventually leads to tickle fights
In Ody’s mind, Telemachus is still little, so he always uses “the tickle monster” tease and Telem thinks it’s so embarrassing (but not necessarily bad)
Now I wanna go back to Hermes bc this man is SO SILLY
He is constantly paying little visits to Odysseus and his crew and just messing with everyone
One time he visited the crew and he just kept on tickling everyone else but not Odysseus, and eventually everyone was like “Ody, man, you need to talk to him” and their “talk” ends up being Hermes wrecking his ass /silly
Athena taught Ody how to fight back though because she has experience from Hermes, so Odysseus know how to flip the tables on the God if nessesary
Whoever on the crew tickles Odysseus, he will waste NO TIME in getting them back, he won’t even wait for them to be in private
He says that he “needs to set an example”
It’s mainly Polites who dares to tickle him in front of the crew
About Polites, I’m a firm believer that his main love language is physical touch and friendly banter, which makes tickle fights between him and Odysseus (who is famously witty and known for digging his own grave) extremely entertaining to watch
Polites won’t confirm or deny if he likes being tickled, but he just gets so embarrassed when someone asks that he just can’t stop giggling (so it’s obvious that he does)
Eurylochus, Apollo, and Polites are the only people who get flustered by the word “tickle” (for Polites and Apollo it’s only in the context of someone teasing him by saying it, for Eury he just gets so awkward if it’s bought up)
You can’t really tell if Eurylochus likes it, he's almost never on the receiving end, and whoever tries is only really able to get one or two pokes in before he brings their hands away
I’m reality, Eury doesn’t like HATE it, but he’d much rather be on the giving side because he just finds it so embarrassing (/neg) when people tickle him
This goes without saying, but Odysseus is like a master teaser
That’s partly because of all the tickle fights he had when he was younger (thank you Polites) so he just knows what gets to people all. the. damn. time.
Ody will deny he giggles until the day he dies
Herme’s favourite tease is saying “tickle” over and over again
Everyone teases that Hermes should be the God of tickles because of how often he messes with people using tickles, but he’s not embarrassed in the slightest at that tease
Speaking of, Hermes is really hard to tease because he literally is so open about liking it, and takes everything that you would think embarrassing as a compliment
While on the ship, Odysseus threw his back out trying to move their food supply, and Eury offered a back massage, and that’s when he found out how ticklish Ody’s back is LMAOO
Hermes eventually finds out, but it takes him a while, and when he does he teases Ody about how he’s been hiding such valuable information for such a long time
Polites always drags his finger down Odyseus’ spine in passing
Omg I can make a whole post abt Odysseus having a ticklish back you don’t understand how cannon this is for me
Athena tries to tease Hermes about how Odysseus constantly gets him back and that because Hermes is a God he should just be able to get out, but Hermes just giggles and goes “That’s because I like it, darling, and I wanted him to feel strong for defeating me in a battle” like he is SO UNBOTHERED
Eurylochus has been able to get Polites and Odysseus at the same time and he will never shut up about it
He also does it a lot more than you would think, like it’s so easy for him to tickle both of them and they don’t know how he does it
Eurylochus only doesn’t mind it if it’s with Poli or Ody, so he doesn’t get mad when they team up and get him (he admits that he deserves it LMAOO)
Penelope tickles Odysseus when he returns because she misses his laugh
Tickling became such a big this with Polites that now whenever Odysseus even sees someone getting tickled it reminds him of Poli (/pos I promise he like smiles)
Odysseus doesn’t usually play dumb while tickling people, he likes to show them that he knows how to get to them
That being said, he knows that Polites gets EXTREMELY flustered when people tease him by playing dumb, so he makes an acception for him
“Aww! What’s wrong, Polites? Is this a bad spot or something?” “SHUHUHUT UHUP YOHOHOU KNOHOHOHOHOW IHIHIHIT IHIHIHIHIHIS” “Yeahh but your face gets all red when I remind you, it’s so cute” “HOHOHOLY SHIHIHIT- I SAHAHAHAID SHUHUHUT IT”
Polites has literally the cutest giggles, they’re like squeaky and hiccupy, and he always goes “ehehehahaha!” Iykwim
Odysseus laughs with a lot of big gasps in between them, and if you get him for long they slowly turn squeaky and into snorts
Eurylicus has these like boomy laughter, and rarely giggles like the other two, they’re just loud and deep chuckles kinda
Sometimes if anyone gets the three of them them all together (i.e. Athena or Hermes, or honestly maybe a few crew members) a common tease is that they sound like they’re trying to harmonize their laughter
Hermes has the most high pitch laughter, but he doesn’t make any other notable sounds, mostly just giggles or hysterical cackles if you hit a good spot
Athena has the most majestic laughter literally ever, like they sound so… pretty in a way? No one really knows how, but that’s the main reason she would get tickled (again mainly by Hermes’ and Apollo, but sometimes other gods or even Odysseus)
Similarly, Penelope has very cute but also majestic giggles, and Odysseus says it’s his favourite feature of her, on top of her beauty, wits, Humor, etc etc.
Telemachus has his fathers laugh, and that’s why Penelope loves it so much, however he has picked up his giggles from his mother, they’re very cute
Apollo’s laugh is kinda generic, they’re very stereotypically “hahahaha!” (Idk how to describe it LMAOO) but they are SOOO bright and happy literally everytime
Also Polites swears the most out of all of them when he’s being tickled, and everyone is always shocked
If I say anymore I don’t think I would be able to stop LMAOO I hope you all enjoyed <3
Chello! Maybe something with Telemachus and Penelope? I don't see those two get many moments in fics together. Telemarketer deserves some motherly love 💖
"Be a man"
an Epic the Musical tickle fic
lee!Telemachus
ler!Penelope
A/N: Kasey you spoke THE TRUTH™. These two are my favs and ignored by this fandom. Well we can't let that happen anymore! Am I right? For context: Television Is fifteen, around the time the Suitors had arrived (My hc). I HOPE U ENJOY!!! 🩷💓💝💞💘
Summary: After a fight with the Suitors, Penelope has a heart to heart conversation with her son...
⚠️INCEST SHIPPERS GO SUCK ON A URANIUM PIPE GET THE FUCK OUT⚠️
"Be a man"
Telemachus entered in his room, drenched from head to toe in sea water, with food stains on his toga and a scratch on his cheek. The...shittiest day...ever. Antinous and the others had tormented him again. First, they started to tease him at breakfast. Antinous had a knife in his hand, playing to throw them against the wall. He shot an evil look at the young prince and aimed the knife at him. His cheek got scracted while the older man shot up the knife. At lunch, the younger Suitors had started a food fight. He got caught up and used as a human shield, making his toga all dirty. What was worst tho...was dinner time. See, Telemachus hadn't had time to change his clothes, so he came to dinner in that dirty and food smelling toga. Antinous and the others noticed and decided to "fix the issue for him". By that they meant: throwing him in the sea and seeing if he could swim back up. Telemachus had struggled to resurface, he just flipped those idiots off while they were laughing their asses. And...here he was...in his room. Alone.
He took off his dirty toga and went to the baths to clean up. He hadn't shown any emotions all day, but now in the water...he let out all his frustration:
-Fuck It...FUCK IT!
He screamed, kicking the water while laying in the tub. He started at the clear bath water, like It was just gonna start talking to him.
He continued to stare down at the water, until a teardrop left his eye and fell into the water. He started crying, pulling his knees to his chest. He was done, so fucking done. Why did Antinous pick on him so bad? Why did they look at him like they'd want to kill him? Why...why was this happening to him?
He knew why: because Odysseus wasn't home. They thought the could do whatever they wanted...because the king wasn't home to rule on Ithaca...
He wondered what Odysseus might have tought of him of he'd seen what had happened. Would he had procted him and made the rude guests leave? Or would he had scolded him for not being strong? For...not being a man?...Oh...then he tought that if Odysseus were here, none of this would've ever happened.
He...he just...wanted to finally know him.
Was he still alive? Was he gonna hug him? Was he strict or was he affectionate?
All those questions drove him nuts. He finished washing and then he dressed up into a silky more light nightgown.
He walked into his room, opened the door...and saw his mom sitting on his bed with a worried look.
-Telemachus!
She jumped up the bed and went to squeeze him into a hug.
-You had me worried sick, kiddo!
-Mom I...was only bathing
She broke the hug and smiled at him:
-Yeah, Euryclea told me. She said that you went to clean off after...after Antinous did all those horrible things to you.
Telemachus's head got low, hearing that name. Penelope put her hand onto his cheek.
-I gave him a lecture, to him and all the Suitors. I told them that they're abusing the privilege of xénia, and that if something like this even happens ever again...like they even try bulling you, they're gonna be sent away.
The teen boy smiled, thankful that his mom had his side. Then, his expression darkened.
-Mother...do you think...that...Dad would've stood up for me?
Penelope looked at him, put her hand on his shoulder and said:
-Of course son! He would've just straight up kicked them out...trust me...
Telemachus looked at her:
-Mom do...you think dad would love me?
The queen looked at him, cupped his cheeks and said:
-Telemachus, when he first held you, he cried tears of joy. He showered your cheeks with kisses and was always by your side when you cried at night...he would be so proud of you, seeing the young man you are today...
Telemachus sighed, looking at his mom:
-You're just saying that to make me feel better...why would he love a skinny, weak and messy kid...like me? I... I'm not a man... I'm not like them...
He said, talking about the suitors. They were all tall, with muscles, angry...and violent.
-Telemachus...
She called him, putting her gentle, warm hand onto his cheek:
-Being a man isn't about being like Antinous...because a man isn't always violent or a brute. Having a beast in you doesn't make you a man...but It makes you one when you know when to let out that beast...
The prince looked at his mom, trying to understand what she was saying.
-Everyone, regarding of gender, has a beast inside to protect ourselves. We have to control It, but not surpress It...because It will need in some situations to come out.
She gently cupped his cheeks, smiling at him.
-Today, that beast in you needed to come out. But I don't blame you for not letting It out today... It's hard to make It come out after a while. But next time...they pick on you...fight back.
She stopped, catching her breath while Telemachus shed a tear.
-Fight back, because you're not doing It to feel strong...but to protect yourself.
Telemachus smiled, tears streaming down his face. He hugged her chest.
-Thanks mom...
She hugged her son back, smiling and kissing his curly black hair. She sat on the bed, signaling him to sit next to her. Once Telemachus sat there, Penelope started to smother his face with quick kisses, tickling his cheek.
-Hehe...Mohohom! Stohohop!
Her son's giggles only intesified her playfulness. She started to trace her finger nails down his sides:
-There's that laugh I adore, my love!
Telemachus fell down on the bed, laughing and trying to pull away from his mom's tickly fingers:
-NAHAHAHA!!! MOHOHOM DOHOHON'T!!!
Penelope only smiled and continued her attack, moving to his tummy. Once She touched his pudge, the prince let out a big squeal.
-EEEP!!! AHAHAHAH!!!
-Awwww look at my Little Prince! You're squealing like a little baby! Who's my baby? Yes you are! Yes you are!!!
She teased, scratching his tummy lightly. The prince of Ithaca was having a blast, even though he was trying to hide It...
Penelope then leaned into his neck and started to nibble on It:
-Nomnomnomnom~ Mhmm!!! Your giggles are sooo tasty baby boy!
-MAHAHAHAHAHAM!!! STAHAHAHAP!!!
He pleaded, trying to get her out of his neck. She only grinned, took a deep breath and blew a massive raspberry onto his neck.
-Haha...Grrr~ I'm the Tickle Monster!! And I'm hungry~
She said, before blowing more raspberries. The ticklish vibrations made Telemachus lose his mind. He never resisted to raspberries, never. And his mom knew It damn well...
She had always done this, whenever he was feeling down. She was always there to comfort him. Whenever he had a bad day with the other kids or if he got hurt.
Telemachus continued to laugh, until his mom moved to his tummy.
-Look at this belly! It looks sooo delicious~
Telemachus's eyes widened, he protested in his giggles:
-Mohohom...nohohoho... dohohon't
-But son, The Tickle Monster Is hungry!
And She started to blow raspberries onto his tummy. Telemachus's screames got up of an octave, trying to push her head away. Penelope just continued to laugh, blowing raspberries on his soft tummy.
The queen of Ithaca smiled more and switched between raspberries and nibbles.
Telemachus was losing his mind, the tickling was driving him nuts, he was starting lo lose his breath.
Penelope noticed this and immediatly started to rub the ghost tickles away. She started to kiss Telemachus's cheek again. The prince laughed trying to pull her away.
-Ahahaha mohohom!!!
-Muah! You're still my ticklish boy, aren't you?
The two stayed hugged togheter for a while. Then Telemachus's stomach rumbled, he hadn't eaten any dinner. Penelope smiled.
-There's still bread, cheese and meat in the kitchen. Does that sound good, Telemachus?
The prince smiled, got up and hurried to the door.
-Well... I'm down if you're down mom!
The Queen smiled, as her and her son walked twoards the kitchen.
This was reserved by me :>. I've had this done since before the list came out, and it was originally just gonna be a regular old fic, but when in Rome. Or when in Ithaca, in this case.
Lee: Odysseus
Ler: Penelope and Telemachus
Word count: 1.3k
Warnings: Tickles! Let me know if I need to add something!
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The Prince of Ithaca made his way toward the palace garden, where he figured his father would be. His mother had sent him to tell the literal war veteran to relax, which would obviously be ignored and end with his father mad at him, in Telemachus’ mind at least.
“Hey, father?” Telemachus knocked on the entryway behind Odysseus once he’d reached the garden. He turned around swiftly, holding his sword up barely an inch away from the younger. Telemachus jumped back abruptly. “Woah!”
“Oh! Sorry, son. Old habits, you know?” He chuckled awkwardly, lowering his sword and taking a breath. “What do you need, hun?”
“Uh, I think you need to relax, dad. You’ve held eleven people at swordpoint just in the last week. You need to take a break.” He frowned. “Also, mom told me to tell you all of that. So, please don’t get mad at me!”
Odysseus sighed softly, placing a hand on the boy’s shoulder. “I wouldn’t get mad at you for that, don’t worry. You’re right, anyways.”
“So, you’ll take a break?”
He smiled. “Sure.”
Telemachus nearly cheered but repressed it to a huge grin and hugged Odysseus. The King accepted it, squeezing his son tight enough to pop his back.
He giggled in response. “Dahad!” He squeezed back, accidentally tweaking his ribs.
Ody yelped, grabbing Telemachus’ wrists gently.
“I’m sorry! Did I hurt you?” He apologized, stepping backwards with a terrified face.
“No, no! You’re fine, Tel! I just… it’s not important.”
Telemachus furrowed his brows. “But… if I hurt you then-!”
“Son, you didn’t hurt me. It’s okay,” he reassured, taking his hands.
“But why did you scream like that?”
He turned slightly red. “I did not scream,” he muttered. “It was nothing, don’t worry about it.”
No amount of It was nothing could stop the gears turning in the younger’s head, however. As he started to connect the dots, his face lit up, and his terrified look turned into one of smugness.
“Dad, are you-?”
“No!”
Telemachus gasped. “I didn’t even finish my sentence. So, you must be-!”
“Uh- Nope!”
The younger smirked and jumped at the King, who nearly screamed in response. His sword went flying away from the two just before they hit the ground. They landed roughly, Telemachus miraculously on top. He wasted no time digging into Odysseus’ ribs.
“Son!”
“Dad!” he mimicked. “This is the perfect way to relax! See, everything worked out well.”
Odysseus shook his head and grabbed Telemachus’ wrists. “Th-this is childish! I am the King of I-Ithaca!”
“Oh please, you’ll be fine.”
“Nononoho!” He started to giggle, the noise sounding chokey and unused. I guess eight years of little-to-no laughter will do that to a person.
The Prince rolled his eyes, letting up for a second to adjust their position; Telemachus with one knee on his father’s stomach, barely keeping him down. He must have underestimated Odysseus, though, because once he stopped, he immediately sat up and tried to crawl away.
“Wait, no! Ugh,” Telemachus groaned, jumping up and hugging him from behind before pulling backwards and wrapping his legs around his waist. He quickly started scribbling on his sides.
“Agh! How muhuch have you been t-training?” The King asked through gritted teeth, hugging himself tightly in an attempt to protect himself.
“Enough to do that, I guess. Did that hurt? I don’t wanna hurt you!”
Odysseus reassured him immediately; “Noho-no it dihi-didn’t.”
Telemachus let out a sigh of relief a little too close to the Older’s ear, causing him to flinch and bring a shoulder up. “Awe! Are your ears ticklish too?”
“D-don’t tease me, child!” He turned red and faced away from the younger. Gosh, this kid was too much like him for his own good. Hell, he was even a little like Polites. Which yeah, wasn’t necessarily a bad thing, but it was torturous when it came to stuff like this.
“But it’s funny,” he whispered in faux sadness, directly next to his ear.
Never mind, bad thing. It was a bad thing.
There’s no way he was getting teased by his own damn son.
“Tele- knock ihit off!”
He pretended to think about it for a second, before smiling worriedly. “Sorry, dad, but mom did say to relax. And this is the easiest way for that to happen…”
Telemachus’ hands flew away from his sides, and he let go of his father immediately. Odysseus took a deep breath and looked at his wife.
“Thank goodness, I almost went to the Underworld… again.”
The younger rolled his eyes before muttering under his breath, “Drama king.”
“That’s rather dramatic, love. Telemachus, would you like help?” Penelope asked, making Ody gasp in shock.
The Prince grinned from ear to ear. “Yes!”
“Penelope, my love, you’re joking, right?” he said with a terrified look on his face.
She laughed sweetly, “You need to take a break, this is a pretty good way to do that, no?”
“Traitor!” he yelped playfully as Telemachus’ arms wrapped around him again. “I’m just an old man, and you’re ganging up on me?”
Penelope sat next to his knees and patted his thigh lightly. “Shh, you’re not getting out of this, honey.”
With that ever-so-kind statement, she gently squeezed just above his knee. He screeched and kicked his legs out before falling into cackles. Telemachus had stars in his eyes.
“Some of his old friends told me about this spot, isn’t it lovely?”
“IHI’M STIHILL MAHAD AHAT THEHEM FOHOR THAHAT!”
Penelope giggled at that, skittering one hand across his knee while the other pinched his thigh.
“Where else is good?” Telemachus asked, laughing slightly at his father, who was shaking his head aggressively.
“Hips.”
“NOHO!”
He immediately began to drill his thumb into his hip, eliciting a snort.
“You snort too?” the youngest laughed, trying to get him to snort again.
Penelope smirked. “This is where you get it from, sweetie.”
She rolled her eyes, spidering under his knee as a playful punishment. “I’m not nearly as bad as you two. A simple poke to the ribs and you’re both screaming.”
Both of them went redder than a tomato. To prove her point, she poked both of their ribs, and - unsurprisingly - they both squealed.
“Ihi doHOHON’T screheaham!”
“Sure you don’t, my love.”
She went back to tormenting his thighs right after speaking, and Telemachus moved one hand to his ribs while keeping the other on his hip.
“Wahait NOHOT fahaHAir!”
Telemachus sighed. “How is this not fair?”
“Ihit’s twoho AHAGAHAInst ohone!”
Penelope chuckled, “It’s your wife and your son. And you’re literally a trained warrior.”
He only groaned in response, giving up on kicking and instead trying to curl up. He failed instantly, because Penelope was one step ahead and sat on his shins.
“Nice try, hun.”
“Wait, can I try something?” Telemachus beamed, shaking his father lightly. He shook his head ‘no’ and hugged himself.
His mother nodded and smiled. “You don’t have to ask, sweetheart.”
He visibly lit up and sucked in a deep breath. He then blew a raspberry on his neck.
Odysseus’ breath hitched and he snorted again, which was incentive for Telemachus to keep doing it. Penelope giggled, stopping her tickles to watch her two boys.
“You two are the sweetest, goodness,” she laughed, poking the king’s stomach lightly. He flinched and grabbed her wrist gingerly.
Telemachus stopped blowing raspberries and started to scribble on his ribs. “Are you finally relaxed, father?”
He yelped before answering, “Yehes!”
The prince backed off, deciding to just hug Odysseus instead. He happily accepted the hug, leaning back into him. He also reached for Penelope and pulled her into their hug.
“I lohove you both, buhut you will pay for that at some point,” the king threatened, squeezing them both tighter.
Penelope laughed, “I would expect nothing less, dear.”
Telemachus just flushed, burying his head in his father’s shoulder.
Like if telemachus is sad one night missing his dad and having terrible anxiety Penelope notices and decides to cheer him up?
Wondering
🎂:Epic the musical
🧁:Telemachus
🍫:Penelope
Summary: Penelope finds her son awake in the middle of the night, wondering and longing about his dad. She decides to cheer him up.
A/N: HURT/COMFORT MY FAVORITE! Thank you so much for this request!! It’s a little shorter than I’d like, but whatevs. Enjoooyyy!
Wondering
It was late.
Telemachus knew that, but he couldn’t get himself to sleep. He was thinking about his dad, muttering quietly to himself.
“Did he ever have sleepless nights, before the war? Does he now? Does he look up at the sky at night and think about us?”
He had many nights like this, whispering quietly to himself about all the things he wondered about his father. “I wonder what he looks like now. Is he the same as he was 20 years ago? Or is he now ragged, disheveled. Or maybe he looks even more heroic and impressive than he did before.”
Telemachus sighed, rolling over. Not like it would help him sleep. “Does he have fears? What makes him happy? What are his hobbies, his interests?”
Penelope happened to hear him, as she walked back towards her room after using the bathroom.
She leaned in towards the closed door, listening.
“I wonder what his hugs feel like. Are they a little too tight? Are they warm? Is he the type to playfully ruffle my hair before pulling away?”
Penelope smiled, soft and fond, but with a hint of sadness. She then slowly creaked open the door, deciding that her son needed her in this moment.
Telemachus heard the sound of the door opening, and turned to look, a little surprised.
“Mother?”
She sighed slightly. “I heard what you were talking about.”
Telemachus looked a little embarrassed. “..oh.”
“Scooch.” She playfully demanded, and Telemachus did so, sitting up to make room for Penelope to sit next to him.
“It’s just one of those nights, huh?”
Telemachus sighed, curling into himself a bit. “Yeah.”
“I often wonder about what he’s like too. How he’s changed since he left.”
Telemachus didn’t address the statement. He didn’t really know how. So he just asked a question.
“Do you think he’ll love me? After all this time? Do you think he’ll be proud of the man I’ve become?”
Penelope smiled that sad smile again, pulling her son close. “Of course, dear. I can tell from the way he looked at you when you were born- he loves you like nothing else.”
Telemachus laughed, but it didn’t really have any humor behind it. “Except for you, mother.”
Penelope gave a humorless laugh as well in reply. “Maybe.”
They stay in a comfortable silence for a moment, Penelope stroking his hair in a comforting manner. He looked so… sad. She didn’t know what to do about it.
That is, until an idea struck her.
“You know.. despite being a very powerful soldier, there is one weakness your father has.”
“Really? What is it?” He asked, looking at her curiously.
She leaned in and spoke quietly. “He’s very ticklish.”
Without giving Telemachus time to prepare or respond, she started to scratch her long nails along his belly, making him burst into a fit of giggles.
“Mohohotheher!”
“Looks like you’re no different, hmm? Maybe you have more similarities to your father than I thought.”
“Mohohother, stohohop! Thahat tihihickles!”
“Of course it tickles! I’m tickling you, silly!” She smiled, much more genuine joy behind it this time.
Telemachus was smiling now too, squirming and wiggling in Penelope’s hug that now felt more like a trap.
“Hmm, I wonder if you and your father have the same tickle spots.” She wondered aloud, to tease Telemachus. “Guess we’ll have to find out, hmm?”
“Nohohoho, dohont!”
Penelope knew exactly what to do when he said that. It’s exactly what Odysseus would have done. “Don’t what?”
“Tihihickle mehehe!”
“Tickle you? Why of course, my son!” She smiled, moving her hands up to scratch and pinch at his ribs.
“Thahahats nohot whahat ihihi meheheant!”
“Haha, that was one of your father’s favorite tricks.”
“Reheheally?”
“Yup. He’s quite good at this too. Maybe I’ll have to ask him to gang up on you when he gets home.”
“Nohohoho-!”
“Yes! Anyway, where were we? Ah, yes, testing your tickle spots.” She continued to scratch at his ribs for a moment, before moving up to his underarms.
His giggles broke into laughter, his face scrunched into an adorable smile. “Mohohohother!”
“Ah, seems like this is a shared spot! He’s quite ticklish here as well.”
“Ehahahaha stohohohop!”
“Hmm.. no. I don’t think I will. There are still so many places to try! How abouuuut.. here?” She teased, moving further up and scribbling at his neck and ears. His laughter became quick, bubbly giggles once again, scrunching his shoulders fruitlessly against the touch. “Eee! Mohohother-!”
“Aww, such adorable giggles, my little prince~” She cooed, causing a bright pink blush to erupt on Telemachus’ face. Penelope continued the touches on his neck for a moment, before trailing down and starting to trace his back.
Telemachus squeaked, his giggles increasing.
“So you do have a ticklish back! Not nearly as much as Ody does, though” Penelope chuckled, drawing little spirals and circles along his spine, laughter bubbling up from his chest without end.
Telemachus was protesting, but he was very much happy this was happening. Not only because the tickles may or may not feel kinda nice, but because he was learning about his father. His weaknesses, the way he would be playful and fatherly if he were around. The information on his sensitivity made him seem more real, more grounded to Telemachus, less like an ideal glow that he could only dream of, the image fleeting any time he tried to get a decent grip on it.
Penelope then moved to squeeze his sides, making his giggles grow squeaky for a moment at the change in location.
“Ah- ahahaha- mohohotheher- plehehehease-!”
“You’re so ticklish, son!”
“Stohohohop ihihit!”
“No can do! We haven’t tested all your tickle spots yet! Hmm, let’s see..” she then started to scratch at his thighs and hips, which made his giggles die down a bit.
“So that’s not a shared spot, your father has very ticklish thighs. What aboooout… here?” She moved down to his feet, making him kick a little.
“Hey! Will you stop that, I’m trying to test something here!”
“Cahahahant hehehelp ihihit! Ehehehehehehahaha-!”
“Okay, okay, so you’re nice and ticklish here.”
“Mohohohom! Pleheheheheheaseeee!”
“Alright alright, just one more thing. For fun.” She took a deep breath, getting panicked giggles out of her son, before blowing a massive raspberry right in the center of his tummy, making him laugh much louder.
“AHAHA- mohohohoooom!”
Penelope let up, embracing her son in a tight hug.
“Good to know that you’re still as weak to raspberries as you were when you were a baby.”
Telemachus blushed and whined at the teasing. “Moooooom.”
Penelope chuckled. “Alright, alright I’m done.” She pulled back from the hug, looking into her son’s eyes with love.
“You think you’re ready to go to sleep now?”
“Yeah..” as if to prove his point, the sentence was punctuated with a yawn as he lied back down. “Thanks, mom. G’night.”
“Night, Telemachus.” She whispered, walking away and closing the door as Telemachus fell asleep.
LEE Telemachus, Ler Penelope and Odysseus. very slight lee Odysseus.
Pls don’t ask how I finished this so fast.
Twenty whole years... twenty whole years had passed since Odysseus was gone, then... he returned. He killed all of the suitors, to protect his son, Telemachus, and his wife, Penelope.
Telemachus loved his father, but was struggling to get adjusted to having his father around, considering his father made... some rather... terrible dad jokes. Penelope feared Telemachus would dislike his father, despite it being the opposite.
And it was a year... after the return of Odysseus of Ithaca. Telemachus was training with Athena, but he kept getting distracted. "Is something wrong??" Telemachus heard a voice say, then he looked up. oh. it was just Athena. Telemachus didn't know what to say, or do really. He just sighed, and sat down on the ground, while Athena looked down at him with curiosity.
"Telemachus??" She called out again. And there it was.. no reply. she was slightly concerned, she was suddenly snapped out of her thoughts though, when Telemachus suddenly spoke up. She looked at him again, as he said the words of... "Athena, I don't know why. I love my father dearly — yet I can't seem to get adjusted to having him around. Despite him being gone for so long, and me constantly missing him." He looked ashamed of himself, and looked away from her, in fear of what she'd think.
"Oh... Telemachus... don't worry about it, please." her much stoic tone during training vanished softening a lot, as she kneeled down next to him.
"It's okay to feel that way Telemachus, it's confusing sometimes. your feelings are valid, no matter what. it's okay to be confused. or scared." She spoke, putting a hand on his shoulder.
"you,me, Penelope, and Odysseus, know deep in your heart. You love your father. You might not be adjusted to having him around right away, but that doesn't mean you don't love him, because you do love him. That's what matters most."
Telemachus started crying, babbling about something. “Athena!! But- but— I don’t want to feel this way! It’s not making me feel better!” Athena didn’t know what to do, so she disappeared. Just like that. Telemachus cried more when she left, he felt alone. He kept thinking… why did she leave?? did she hate him? Is she ashamed of him?? She might be…
Penelope was walking through the palace, and found her son, Telemachus sobbing. she immediately went over to him. “Telemachus? My son?? Are you alright??? What happened?? Where’s Athena…?? Did you get hurt?!?” she suddenly panicked, worried he was hurt, and that Athena left him.
“What— no!!—“ Telemachus sniffled, he spluttered when he spoke. “I’m not hurt— I’m fine.. it’s just..” Penelope stopped panicking much. But was curious, and raised an eyebrow. “Just what, Telemachus…? Talk to me…” she looked at him, sad.
“How do I say this… mother…??? I… I’m not adjusted to having father around— I love him dearly— but I’m having trouble getting used to the annoying dad jokes, when I’m trying to acutally talk to him, I’m tired of the jokes!! I just want to be able to talk without joking, and humor..” Penelope’s gaze turned stern slightly.
“Telemachus.. your father is trying his best to get to know you better! He’s trying to have fun with you.. you need to be nicer!” She raised her voice slightly. Telemachus was shocked, on hearing her close to yelling at him. He felt hurt.
“I just spoke my feelings to you?! And that’s all you’re going to say??…” he sniffed. he stood up, and ran off, to his bedroom. Penelope’s slight anger turned into guilt. She didn’t want to hurt Telemachus, but she didn’t understand why he’s feeling this way. she sighed, and walked away. she went to hers and Odysseus’ room.
Odysseus was sitting on the bed. “Penelope!! hello—!!” Odysseus spoke akwardly, though he was happy to see his beautiful AAAMMMAAAZZZIIINNGG wifeee! but he was confused to see her looking… slightly guilty??… what had happened?? Odysseus became concerned. “Nel….?” When Penelope sat on the bed next to him, she looked down. He scooted closer to her, and held her hand tightly, slightly rubbing her hand with his thumb gently.
“I feel like I hurt Telemachus.” She suddenly spoke, and looked at her husband, who was confused, again. “Whaa….??” Penelope groaned.. “I said… I. hurt. Telemachus. Accidentally.” she poked him in the side each time, he scooted away from her when she poked him, slightly embarrassed. but then it faded.
“How’d you hurt him??” Penelope was scared to tell him, incase Odysseus got mad at her for it. “I… raised my voice at him.” Odysseus had never felt so stunned in his life?? his wife, the sweetest woman in the entire world. RAISED HER VOICE… “WHAT..??” He said a bit louder then he wanted.
“But you have to understand, he said your jokes are annoying, and that you won’t take him seriously. I told him you’re trying your best and yeah.”
“Oh.” Odysseus said.. “well.. where’d he he go. maybe we can cheer him up, huh..?” Penelope slowly looked up at him, and smiled. “Ohh.. yeah… you’re right. did you know, Telemachus is ticklish?? He’s as ticklish as you are!” “Oh- hey!” Her husband huffed. and stood up.
“well let’s go find him, Hon.” He walked out of the room, she followed. they walked around the palace, and eventually found him sitting in his room by himself. “Hey, kiddo.” Odysseus sat next to Telemachus on the bed, and Penelope sat on the other side of Telemachus. “We’ve been talking.” She finally spoke.
“About what.” Telemachus said, coldly. Odysseus raised an eyebrow. “are you giving us attitude??” Telemachus scoffed, rolling his eyes. “What if I am??” “Don’t be annoying.” Odysseus scolded softly. “We were here to come cheer you up!” Odysseus then said, happily.
Telemachus furrowed his brows in slight confusion, and annoyance. “and how are you going to do that?? I’m not a child anymore.” Telemachus kept up his annoyed front, till Penelope spoke, and Telemachus became nervous. “I told your father, you’re ticklish.”
Telemachus’ eyes widened with horror. “You told him… WHAT??” he panicked. Odysseus and Penelope smiled at him innocently, till Odysseus spoke. “First, you need to hug us. Cause you love uss… sooo muccchh!!” Odysseus was teasing him. And hugged Telemachus, and so did Penelope.
Telemachus hugged them back, till he stifled his laughter, as he felt one of them start tickling his sides. “Nohoho…. Stooppp…!!-“ then the second set of hands tickling him, he started giggling, and couldn’t help it. he figured out who was who eventually. his father tickled his stomach, while his mother tickled his sides, Telemachus giggled, and giggled, his laughter was slightly squeaky.
Telemachus snorted when his father tickled his underarms instead, and he kicked his feet slightly, and pushed against his father and mother a tiny bit. “Well that was a silly sound, wasn’t it??” Odysseus teased. Telemachus squeaked at that, and he blushed slightly out of embarrassment. He felt like he was dying.(from the teasing. Not the tickling.) “Hahaha— you guys! Stop it— I cahahant take ihihit!!” His laughter was joyful and infectious, and Penelope laughed softly.
Telemachus giggled more and more, his parents eventually stopped. Telemachus still giggled softly after that. And caught his breath, while his freckled face was still slightly flushed. “We didn’t bother you that much, did we??” His father asked, looking at Telemachus. And acutally hugged him. “No.. I’m fine… thank you.” Telemachus finally said. He hugged both of his parents. he snuggled against both of them softly. He was feeling slightly sleepy. and eventually fell asleep. his mother brushed the hair out of his face gently. and kissed his forehead. “Goodnight my son…” she said, and smiled. in Telemachus’ dreams. He was thinking of getting revenge. but he couldn’t tickle his dear mother. So he’d just have to tickle his father instead. hint hint…
AN: The title is based on HTTYD2. I kinda imagine Odysseus as Hiccup’s mom. Just cuz they were both away from home for so long and were worried about what their respective spouses would think of them (the obvious difference being Odysseus fought so hard to go home and Valka lowkey abandoned her family). It doesn’t have much to do with the story after that, but I think it’s cute.
Summary: Odysseus has been home for a week and is still feeling tired and anxious from his long journey home. Penelope wants to help him take his mind off things for a little while.
Word Count: 5.9k
Warnings: tickling (tho it doesn’t start till after the second arrow, I feel like the first bit could be read on its own)
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Sunlight streamed through an open window, the first of the day’s light casting a warm glow across the floor of one, surprisingly quaint, royal bedroom.
Penelope had only awoken a few minutes prior, watching the sun illuminate the light brown wood of their wedding bed. The wedding bed she had slept alone in for so long, once again held two.
Her husband rested peacefully beside her, nothing indicating his presence but the sound of quiet snores and the feeling of warm sheets. Her love, out of reach for twenty long years, had finally come back to her just a few days ago.
Penelope smiled as the slowly rising sun reached him, too, as if shining a spotlight on all she held dear. If only for a moment.
Odysseus’ tan skin looked positively majestic in the sunlight. She couldn’t help but reach out and caress his still sleeping form, fingers trailing, oh so gently, across his cheek, down to his jaw, and over his soft lips.
Penelope remembered when they were young, Odysseus often rose and fell with the sun. She could hardly think of a single time when she was up before him, even when she managed to fall asleep first.
Of course, times change. Time has changed both of them in more ways than she would ever know. Her husband, once an early riser by nature, now finds sleep rather difficult.
In the week he’s been home, Odysseus has had more than a few fitful nights. He never liked to worry her; the man’s stubborn nature remained unchanged, but she could tell. She could tell in the way his eyes never seemed any less tired when he woke. The way he would often stifle a yawn when out in public. When she would awaken in the middle of the night to the sound of soft cries breaking free in his sleep.
Penelope knew her husband had seen so much on his way back to her. Odysseus had told her as much, as Penelope had refused to allow him to carry the mental weight alone. Still, even though she shared the knowledge of what he had been through, what he had done, she could never truly know the burden he carried.
Although it pained her to watch him struggle, Penelope was sure he would make it through the worst of this. Her husband was strong, and time was healing.
As she curled a dark brown strand of his hair around her fingers, mesmerized by the way it seemed to change colors in the light, Odysseus began to stir beside her. She watched his nose twitch as he yawned softly, shoulders tensing in a small stretch, before his eyes slowly blinked open.
“Good morning, love.” She murmured with a smile. Watching the man she loved wake up each morning had quickly become her favorite way to start the day.
Odysseus smiled softly, squinted eyes still adjusting to the sun. He reached towards her, pulling her close, never wanting to be more than a centimeter apart.
“Good Morning, Pen,” Odysseus spoke softly, voice still rough with sleep. His arms wrapped around her, face buried in her neck. He took a deep breath, in and out, as if she was the air he needed to breathe.
Penelope held her husband tightly, hands pressed firmly against his back. If she could, she would never let him go. Hide him away from the world under their olive tree for the rest of time.
They stayed like that for a long moment, letting the world pass them by. Time always felt short when they were together. Hours could fly by, and they would be none the wiser, content as long as they remained side by side. Even an eternity would never be enough.
Though Odysseus would love nothing more than to lie in his wife’s arms all day, he began to think of the day ahead. After his extended absence, he could feel the people’s once unwavering faith in their king was unsteady. The hands of time pulled at the carefully woven trust he had begun crafting at just thirteen.
He needed to show up for his people, now more than ever. It had only been a week since his return, but there was a lot of work to be done if he wanted to mend the bond between himself and his homeland.
“Odysseus,” Penelope spoke softly, pulling away just slightly to look at her husband’s face, “I can feel you thinking.”
In their time apart, Penelope remained just as perceptive as the day he left. Odysseus would never quite understand how someone could read him so well.
“What’s wrong?”
Odysseus sighed, truly hating to ruin the moment. “I think it might be time to get up. Get started with the day.”
Somewhat rebelliously, Penelope snuggled further into the sheets and closed her eyes. “I think not.”
Odysseus smiled fondly, “But, Penelope,” He started, “There’s work to be done.”
Penelope looked at her husband once more. She saw his kind smile, his wonderfully messy hair, and his tired eyes. She saw every little wrinkle, no matter how small, and felt consumed by her desire to take care of the man before her. To let him rest.
“Darling,” She said, reaching up to caress her husband’s face. “My love, it is still early. There is plenty of time for work later on.”
Odysseus couldn’t fight the way he softened under her touch, immediately leaning into the feeling of her warm hands against his face. He could win against the Trojans, monsters, and even gods, but never his Penelope.
“I know, dear, I just..” He sighed, “Don’t want to let the day get away from me.” Don’t want to let another year go by without being the leader his people need.
“Odysseus, it has only been a week since your return.” Penelope reminded him, able to understand the hidden meaning behind his words without even having to think about it. “You don’t need to do everything in one day.”
Odysseus considered her words, feeling the temptation take root. It really was a nice idea, especially after spending the last few days getting reacquainted with the Island and its residents. He had only allowed himself to stay put for so long, growing restless almost immediately.
And…Penelope was here. The chance for a quiet morning, just the two of them, was right in front of him. The only thing stopping him from giving in was the nagging feeling that he needed to keep moving forward. That he owed it to all the people he had left behind.
“Well…what about the meeting with the noblemen I’m meant to attend?”
There were several families of high status residing within Ithaca. Many landowners and other prominent figures within the community. Odysseus was slowly making his way through, meeting with the most important heads of the families, getting up to speed on the Island’s current situation.
Penelope chuckled knowingly, as if she expected the question. “Don’t worry, darling. Telemachus can go in your stead. He knows how these things go. He’ll even take notes for you.”
Odysseus shook his head, “I can’t put that on him so soon, I-. We’ve barely…” He hesitated, unable to bring himself to say the words. Odysseus loves his son dearly, but there was so much about the boy he did not know. Every interaction they had had since his arrival left him with a strange combination of adoration and grief.
Telemachus had grown into such a fine young man. And he had done so without his father. He just…he had to live up to the boy’s expectations. Because if he didn’t, then maybe his only son would realize he didn’t need him.
”Odysseus.” Penelope said firmly, lightly tugging at the strands of hair at the back of his neck. “Look at me.”
Odysseus slowly drew his focus back to his wife, seeing the determination in her eyes.
“Listen to me.” Penelope began slowly, “That boy loves you. Okay? More than you could possibly know.”
Odysseus looked away, unable to handle the sincerity in her tone. “But I-“
Penelope pressed her forehead against his, refusing to let him look anywhere but at her. “Let me finish.”
Odysseus sighed and slowly nodded, never one to deny Penelope anything.
“I know you’re scared. I know you worry that you’ve been gone too long, and Telemachus is accustomed to living without you. But he wants to get to know you! Just as badly as you do him.” Penelope paused, allowing the words to sink in. “But for that to happen, you have to let us in. Let your family help you.”
Odysseus stared at Penelope with watery eyes. He knew she was right. She always was.
He buried his face in her shoulder once again, pulling her even tighter. “Okay…I’ll stay.”
Penelope sighed softly, running her fingers through his hair, glad she finally managed to get through to him. Odysseus had always been kind and open. But war had changed him. The things he had to do to get home, even more so.
Of course, she accepted him as he was entirely, but she knew his heart was guarded. The gentle soul inside of him was caged in thorns that grew each time he was hurt or had to hurt someone else. And she was going to spend her days snipping away at each one, no matter how long it took.
Truthfully, Penelope had told Telemachus to attend the meeting on his own the day prior. She told him that she needed time to speak with Odysseus, and the boy completely understood, happy that she trusted him enough with the task.
They really were just happy to have him back. Odysseus just needed to see it, too.
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Several minutes had passed since the two royals had their chat. Penelope had continued to stroke her husband’s hair gently, honestly hoping he would fall back asleep.
Nevertheless, Odysseus remained wide awake. His mind was still restless, even though he was currently the most comfortable he had been in years.
Penelope worried her lip between her teeth in thought, trying to find the best way to calm her husband’s mind.
Her fingers gently played with the hairs at the nape of Odysseus’ neck, curling them around her fingers, straightening them, and repeating. She could see goosebumps rise on his skin at the action, and she was reminded of something. Something the two of them enjoyed long ago that had always managed to silence any thoughts plaguing the king’s mind.
Penelope dragged her nails down the back of Odysseus’ neck, smiling at the soft gasp he let out. Her hands continued lower till she reached the soft spot between his shoulder blades.
She was sure Odysseus knew what she was up to by now. Not nearly as subtle about it as she would’ve been in the past, worried that her squirmy husband would run off before she got the jump on him. She doubted that was something she needed to worry about at the moment, though. It had been so long after all…
Odysseus tensed up just slightly as he felt Penelope’s fingers press into his skin. He made no move to escape, however, content to indulge his wife’s whims.
Penelope pressed down just slightly once again, feeling Odysseus bury his face further into the crook of her neck. She smiled, excitement swirling in her gut.
“May I?” Penelope asked softly, wanting to be sure that this was okay.
Odysseus was quiet for only a moment before mumbling, “You may,” into her skin.
With permission received, she began lightly trailing her nails up and down Odysseus’ back. This had always been a particularly sensitive area of his, and she wanted to be gentle. No more than a slight buzzing sensation to fill his brain with fluffy clouds.
Penelope felt Odysseus tense up once more, back arching just slightly. She picked up the pace a little, drawing little shapes around the center of his lower back.
The position they found themselves served her purpose greatly, as she could feel every twitch and hear every tiny gasp Odysseus let out. Penelope even felt a small smile form on Odysseus’ face, the curve of his lips pressed against her skin.
Still doing her best to keep things gentle, she began quickly spidering her fingers against the squishiest area of his lower back, close to his sides. A soft giggle tumbled passed Odysseus’ lips. And then another. And another and—oh, how she had missed that sound.
Odysseus’ legs squirmed slightly between them. He had always had a difficult time staying still when it came to this. On certain occasions, when he had allowed Penelope to indulge her most intense desires, she would go as far as to restrain him, ensuring he couldn’t move till they were done.
This was probably the most gentle she had ever been with him, and he was sure it was for his benefit.
Penelope poked and prodded her husband in all the ways she remembered getting the best reactions out of him. She dragged her nails along his shoulders, pinched at his sides, and dug her thumbs into his lower back. With each spot she tried, she was rewarded with gasps, quiet whines, and best of all, giggles. An endless sea of her husband’s low, yet squeaky, giggling.
She swore she could listen to the world’s best musicians, and her husband’s laughter would remain her favorite melody.
In the past, when the two would get caught up in their silly antics, Odysseus would never hold still this long. He would roll over onto his back after a few measly pokes, red as a rose, and look up at Penelope’s mischievous grin, claiming he simply couldn’t take anymore.
Now, though, even as Penelope squeezed his sides repeatedly, Odysseus stayed, seemingly determined not to move away. His squirming grew in intensity, and yet he only held her tighter, muffling his laughter into her shoulder.
Maybe he had missed this just as much as she had.
Penelope was absolutely loving getting to watch Odysseus fall apart under her hands. Though she was starting to miss his face. She wanted to see his pretty smile and the blush that had definitely reached the tips of his ears by now.
She slowed her movements to a stop, laughing as Odysseus whined in protest.
“I didn’t realize you were enjoying yourself so much, darling.” She smiled, pulling away from him, just far enough to see his face. “You used to say you hated this.”
Odysseus appeared bashful, avoiding Penelope’s gaze. She had been right about the blush, of course, his cheeks and ears a lovely shade of red.
“It’s just…nice, I suppose,” He said, “Getting to feel close to you again.”
Penelope’s expression showed all the love she had for the man in front of her, clear as day. Her heart felt so full, like it could burst out of her chest at any moment. How could Odysseus have possibly stumbled into their bedroom after twenty years, wondering if she could still love him, when every moment they spent together she fell in love all over again.
“Well, you have no reason to worry then,” She smiled, rising into a seated position. “I have no intention of stopping just yet. We have twenty years to make up for, after all.”
Odysseus’ blush seemed to darken at the words, but he smiled nonetheless, following her into a seated position.
“How do you want me?” He asked. That had always been the procedure whenever Penelope got into one of her little moods. Although usually with a bit more complaining on his end. No matter how long it took, Odysseus would always end up allowing his wife to arrange him any which way she pleased.
Penelope patted the space between her legs with a delighted grin on her face. She watched as he moved to lie down, his head resting on her lap.
She brushed a few strands of hair out of his face, tucking them behind his ears. In all the years she had known him, Odysseus had always had short hair. Which she had loved; it suited him very well. But, she had to admit, she really liked his current shoulder-length hair. Combined with his beard, it gave him a very regal look. Though he had a difficult time managing it, Penelope had no issue caring for it herself until she could teach him how to care for it on his own.
“Comfy?” She asked.
Odysseus simply nodded, laughing softly as Penelope leaned down to press a kiss to the tip of his nose.
“Good.” She smiled, reaching to hold both his hands in hers.
Penelope pressed a kiss to the backs of Odysseus’ hands before gently massaging his palms between her fingers. He hummed softly, enjoying the soothing sensations.
She kept that up for a short while, wanting to pamper her husband for just a moment before she moved on.
Resting one of his arms back at his side, Penelope raised Odysseus’ other arm up, keeping a light grip on his wrist with one hand. She then used her other hand to slowly trace her nails from the center of Odysseus’ palm, passed the crook of his elbow, over the curve of his bicep, and into the hollow of his armpit, wiggling her fingers just slightly, before starting again from the top.
From the moment Penelope first reached his elbow, Odysseus had begun laughing softly. His legs tangled in the sheets below as he kicked and twisted in every direction.
Penelope’s hold on Odysseus was very light. She was hardly applying any pressure at all, really. If he wanted to, Odysseus would easily be able to pry his hand away. The fact that he seemed to be fighting to keep his arm still for her did something to her insides, a warm, fluttery feeling settling in her core.
“Are you having fun down there?” She teased gently, focusing on swirling a single nail under his arm for the moment.
Odysseus’ arm lowered slightly, the undivided attention to his underarm almost causing him to drop it completely. He shook his head back and forth, still kicking around, as if that was the only way he could stand the touch of his wife’s singular finger.
His laugh was full and bright, no longer the adorable little giggles from earlier. Penelope loved it all the same.
She laughed along with him, finding his dramatic reactions quite amusing. Penelope had always found it funny that Odysseus could be so strong, an excellent fighter, and yet could not stand being tickled even the tiniest bit. “I’ll take your silence as a yes, I suppose.”
They continued as they were for a few more moments before Penelope slowed to a stop, allowing Odysseus to lower his arm and take a few deep breaths.
“How was that?” Penelope questioned, rubbing a hand along the outer portion of his arm, forcing any lingering tingling to go away.
Odysseus laughed at that, “You’re asking me?”
Penelope rolled her eyes, a playful smile on her lips, “Well, you are the one who practically begged me to tickle you.”
Odysseus sputtered suddenly, not expecting her to say such a thing, “I did not!”
“Hmm, are you sure?” She teased, “‘Cause that’s how I remember it.”
“W-Well, you remember wrong!” Odysseus covered his face with his hands, unable to stand the teasing look in Penelope’s eyes any longer. He was already flustered enough as is. Anymore and he would turn into a cherry.
Penelope just loved how shy her husband could get over something as silly as a little tickling. “Since you refuse to answer properly, I guess we’ll be moving on. Give me your other hand.”
Odysseus moved his hands to gape up at his wife, “What? Why?”
She blinked down at him, brows furrowed with a tinge of amusement. “Why else?”
“But…but we just did arms.” Odysseus cradled his hands to his chest, as if trying to protect himself from the mere idea of having to endure that again.
“No. We did an arm.” Penelope held up a single finger. “I need to get the other one now.”
Odysseus shook his head defiantly. “But it’s so bad there!”
Their little back and forth felt so familiar. Like they were reenacting a conversation they’ve had a million times before. Penelope had always been just slightly obsessed with forcing these silly reactions from her husband. And Odysseus would always complain, though they both knew he loved the attention.
“Odysseus~” Penelope sing-songed, an overly sweet tone to her voice, “Give me your hand, please.”
Odysseus felt another wave of giggles bubbling up inside him, a wobbly smile appearing on his face without his permission. Something about the way Penelope was smiling at him felt dangerous. Like how sirens use their beautiful songs to lure sailors to their doom.
She took hold of his hand, slowly pulling it upwards the same way she had with the one before. And just like before, Odysseus didn’t try to pull away from her.
Penelope laced their fingers together and pressed another kiss to the back of his hand. She hadn’t done anything other than that, but Odysseus was already laughing, high-pitched giggles floating about their bedroom.
Penelope couldn’t help but laugh at the sight. It honestly appeared as if some sort of tickling phantom had snuck in to finish the job for her.
“Ody, I haven’t even touched you yet.”
“I know!” He whined through his laughter, “But you’re going to!”
The thought of Penelope gliding her fingers along his arm all over again was actually driving him mad.
Penelope hummed, taking the hand not holding Odysseus’ arm up and slowly descending towards his underarm, wiggling her fingers.
Odysseus’s giggling became somewhat frantic at the sight. His whole body squirmed as if desperately trying to escape what was to come. Yet his arm remained in its upward position.
Right before she would touch down on the ticklish skin of her husband’s armpit, Penelope suddenly shifted to gently tickling his palm instead. Her nails traced tiny circles around his hand, a surprisingly sensitive area from what she remembered.
Still lost in the throes of a giggle fit, Odysseus’ laughter continued despite the switch to a significantly less ticklish area. Though his squirming had stopped almost entirely, only his hand flexing in Penelope’s hold.
Honestly, if he really thought about it, his hands shouldn’t be ticklish at all anymore. Years at war and sea had made them rough and calloused. No longer could his wife pinch at the skin of his palms, forcing a smile and maybe a few quiet squeals out of him. That’s what Odysseus had assumed anyway, although—
Penelope continued with gentle movements, lightly scratching at the skin. Despite the rougher surface of his hands, Odysseus’ toothy smile remained. His laughter had died down, but he couldn’t deny the effect this spot still had on him. It didn’t tickle per se, more of a light tingly sensation, but it still drew the faintest squeaks and squeals out of him.
“See, dear,” Penelope smiled softly, “This isn’t so bad, right?”
Odysseus gave the tiniest shake of his head, letting his eyes fall closed. He wouldn’t say so out loud, but it was quite nice to lie here like this, nothing to focus on but the feeling of his wife’s hands on his.
Penelope felt as if she could see Odysseus’ stress and anxieties melting away. The last day she had seen him so relaxed was the very first night after his return home. He had been so exhausted that once any sign of danger to the palace or their family had been dealt with, Odysseus practically collapsed into their bed.
Every day since then, he’s been forcing himself to stay busy despite the obvious exhaustion still lingering deep within.
Penelope stared lovingly at her husband’s sweet smile. If she had to wrestle Odysseus down and tickle him every day just so he could allow himself a moment to rest, then so be it.
So that was how they remained, a metaphorical bubble of peace taking shape around them for only a moment. As Penelope’s focus was drawn elsewhere.
Though she had wanted to be gentle, Penelope couldn’t shake her desire to be just a bit mean.
Oh well. She was sure Odysseus would forgive her.
Without warning, she let go of Odysseus’ wrist and shoved her hand under his arm, wiggling her fingers erratically.
Osysseus’ arm immediately shot down to his side, a brief look of betrayal crossing his face before laughter replaced it. “WhaAH- P-PENELOPE?!” He squawked.
Penelope grinned, wrestling with Odysseus to regain hold of his hand amidst his desperate squirming. She barely grazed his arm before he twisted sharply, rolling onto his side and pulling her hand underneath him.
“Ah- Hey!” Penelope laughed, slightly bent over Odysseus with her hand trapped between him and the mattress. She could still move her fingers, however, and she did exactly that.
Odysseus writhed beneath her as she continued to dig her nails into the skin of his underarm. He teetered back and forth on his side like a top that had stopped spinning. It was as if he couldn’t decide between flopping over onto his back so Penelope could remove her hand or staying as he is, denying her better access to the sensitive area.
Penelope tried to hasten his decision, using her free hand to push at his shoulder, to no avail. Odysseus was still quite strong even in his giggly state.
“Odysseus! You’re squishing my arm!” Which was technically true, though she wasn’t hurt at all. Her husband was always so considerate of her well-being. She wouldn’t be surprised if he knew exactly how much pressure he was applying to her trapped appendage.
As expected, Odysseus simply shook his head, readjusting slightly but still refusing to roll over. “IT TICKLES!” He shouted between fits of desperate laughter.
Penelope could only laugh at the response. Her husband was usually so good with words. Perhaps he was a bit distracted at the moment.
“That is kind of the point, silly.”
Although it did give her an idea. Running her free hand over Odysseus’ back, Penelope smoothed over the fabric of his thin tunic that had bunched up during their little struggle. She then quickly tasered two fingers into the soft area of his back just below his ribs.
Odysseus immediately fell over with a yelp, back arching up off the bed. Unfortunately for him, this only gave Penelope a better angle to dig her nails into the crook of his arm.
Odysseus practically screamed, his head thrown back against his wife’s lap. “YOU’RE E-EVIL!”
Penelope gasped in mock indignation, “Oh, I’m evil now?” She grinned, poking all over Odysseus’ stomach and sides. A series of tiny snorts invaded his otherwise steady stream of laughter, much to Odysseus’ utter dismay and Penelope’s absolute delight. “Was I so evil when you decided to marry me? Huh?”
Odysseus scrambled to grab hold of Penelope’s arm. It was unlikely he could stop her entirely, but he could at least prevent her from dotting him with ticklish pokes. Though she easily evaded his grasp with a nervous-sounding giggle each time he nearly caught her.
“PEN!—” A small snort interrupted his words, causing Odysseus to hide his face against Penelope’s leg, just slightly mortified.
A sudden laugh bubbled out of Penelope at the sound, cooing at her husband’s embarrassment. Odysseus’ whole face was burning a bright red hue, but he was finally able to grab hold of Penelope’s forearm while she was distracted.
“AH! Ody, wait!” Penelope giggled, trying and failing to yank her arm free. She finally stopped tickling under his arm, slipping her kinda sweaty fingers out of the space. “Okay! Okay! I’m done!”
She let out a small shriek as Odysseus quickly grabbed her other arm, laughing as he sat up and wrestled her down onto the mattress. Once her head touched their fluffy pillows, Odysseus flopped on top of her, trapping her against the bed. He laced their fingers together and entangled his legs with hers, ensuring she would have no escape.
“Now,” He sighed, still breathing heavily from the sporadic tickling session, “You’re really done.”
Penelope squirmed beneath him, knowing very well she wouldn’t be moving until Odysseus decided to let her up. Gods, sometimes she wished she had her husband’s strength.
“Odysseus, come on!” She pleaded, “I won’t do anything else. I promise.” A few fitful giggles escaped her as Odysseus raised a brow, staring incredulously.
“I know you too well, my love.” He rested his face against her shoulder, “You’re staying right here till this little mood of yours dissipates.”
Penelope tensed slightly, her already giggly mood seemingly making her just a bit sensitive. As Odysseus spoke, she could feel his beard scratching the side of her neck, and it...well.
“Ody! Your beard!” Bubbly giggles continued to pour out of her as Odysseus only buried his face further into the crook of her neck when he realized what had her so worked up.
“Penelope.” He took on an over-the-top disappointed tone, “What about my beard?”
Penelope shook her head before stopping with a squeak. Moving only intensified the feeling, so she forced herself to stay still despite her nerves begging her to get away.
“Just– stop talking!”
Odysseus gasped dramatically, shaking his head against Penelope’s neck. “But, my love. My heart. My beautiful wife.” He chuckled slightly as she squealed, “You always said you loved my words. That my cunning mind drew you to me. Has all that really changed?”
Penelope fought to break her hands free from her husband’s strong grasp. If she could just get one hand loose, she’d have him rolling off her with a few tweaks to his sides. Odysseus knew that, of course, which was exactly why he held her so tightly.
“I-I’m going to bi-bite you!” She threatened. Though any bite her words might have had was weakened by the soft laughter still flowing freely past her lips.
Odysseus merely chuckled, “Go ahead, dear. We both know it wouldn’t be the first time.”
It was Penelope’s turn to blush, a tinge of pink highlighting her fair cheeks. She whined high in her throat before resigning to accept her giggly fate. Perhaps this was somewhat deserved after all she did to Odysseus earlier.
Odysseus spent a few more minutes rambling about whatever crossed his mind, listening to Penelope giggle helplessly all the while. Eventually, he stopped, lying on top of her silently for a moment, feeling her chest rise beneath him with each deep breath she took. Then he rolled onto the bed beside her, throwing an arm over her shoulders as she immediately curled into his side.
Penelope willed her giggle fit to end, hiding her face against her husband’s firm chest. Odysseus placed a kiss on top of her lightly tousled hair as Penelope took a few more deep breaths to calm down.
After a moment, she looked up at him, smiling softly as they made eye contact.
“How are you feeling now?” Penelope asked.
Odysseus grinned, a teasing glint in his eyes, “Shouldn’t I be asking you that, giggles?”
He yelped as Penelope squeezed the soft flesh just above his hip bone. “Don’t get smart with me! I have my hands back, remember?”
“Alright, alright.” Odysseus held up a placating hand, smiling nervously at his wife’s playful glare.
He cleared his throat softly before responding, “I feel…good. Tingly.”
Penelope smiled softly, “Would you maybe like to go back to sleep?”
Odysseus hummed, securing a firmer hold around her, his tired eyes drifting shut, “Perhaps.”
They lay there for barely a minute before Penelope seemingly couldn’t contain her antics. Odysseus huffed out a laugh as he felt two slender fingers walking along the expanse of his stomach.
“Penelope.” He said evenly, not even bothering to open his eyes, “I will push you off this bed.”
Penelope let out a startled laugh, muffling the sounds behind her hand, “You would never!”
Odysseus shifted to lean over her slightly, loving the way her cheeks flushed a soft pink as he leered down at her. “Try me.”
She was right, of course. Odysseus would give her whatever she desired if he could. Penelope had bewitched him from the moment he laid eyes on her all those years ago.
Penelope looked somewhat bashful with her tiny smile and fidgety hands, “I was just…” She sighed, forcing her lips into a pout, “I was a bit sad I didn’t get to tickle your tummy, is all…”
Odysseus stared down at her, watching her expression slowly crumble under his gaze. Her eyes shone with mirth, and her pouty lips trembled with a clear effort to hold back her mischievous grin. Odysseus flopping back down onto the bed, back turned to her, was the final crack in her resolve. A bright laugh tumbled past her lips as she sat up to peer over at him.
“Stop trying to guilt-trip me.” He mumbled into the pillow, hiding his own smile.
“Stop trying because it’s working?” She asked, hopefully.
Odysseus didn’t even dignify that question with a response. They both knew the answer was yes.
“Weren’t you the one who said I don’t have to do everything in one day?”
Penelope hummed, seemingly thinking about something.
“Soooo…tomorrow perhaps?”
Odysseus groaned in mock annoyance as Penelope laughed. “Okay, okay.” She conceded, lying down beside him once more and wrapping her arms around him from behind.
“It’ll just have to happen when you least expect it, then.” She whispered into his ear, sending a shiver down his spine.
“You’re going to be the death of me someday.” He yawned.
Penelope placed a kiss to the back of his neck and began running a hand through his hair, finally done teasing him for now. Without even realizing it, Odysseus’ eyes had fallen shut, and he was asleep once again.
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Penelope hadn’t planned to fall asleep as well; she was perfectly content to hold her sleeping husband in her arms. Still, she found herself slowly waking up to the sun high in the sky, indicating it was just past noon.
This time, as she sat up, she found that her husband was already awake, looking up at her fondly from where he lay on his back.
”Good afternoon, beautiful.” Odysseus said softly, reaching out to gently hold her hand in his.
Penelope smiled, leaning over to press a quick kiss to his lips, laughing softly as Odysseus followed her upwards when she pulled away.
Odysseus held Penelope’s face between his hands, pressing little kisses all over. Her cheeks, her forehead, the tip of her nose, and her lips, currently frozen in the sweetest little smile. He simply couldn’t get enough of her.
“Odysseus.” She giggled, “We should get up now.”
He sighed, pressing their lips together a final time, before letting her go. “I suppose.”
“Come now,” Penelope got out of bed, pulling Odysseus up by the hand, “Telemachus should just be finishing up in today’s meeting. If we freshen up quickly, we can join him for lunch.”
Odysseus immediately brightened at the prospect, rushing over to hold the door open for Penelope before she could even think of doing it herself.
She rolled her eyes, pointedly ignoring the way her husband’s energy and happy smile made her heart flutter.
Hand in hand, the royals exited their private chambers, leaving behind echoes of moments no one need witness but themselves, the sun, and their olive tree.
pairing: spencer reid x reader (romantic) / penelope garcia x reader (platonic)
reader's pronouns: she/her
warnings: none that I can think of
summary: you end up on the very same team as the person you looked up to all throughout school and your friend, Penelope, is there to help you talk to him
author's note: I have one word: FINALLY! I am so sorry this fic took me 2 months to write. I was dealing with some serious writer's block and personal life things. Then, tickletober came around and I was doing that too, so I just had so many things to do and not enough time to do it. But it's here and and I'm pretty happy with it. thank you anon for the prompt! Hope you enjoy!
You’d almost collapsed when Penelope had given you the news. You were in your kitchen making breakfast when your perky-voiced friend called you.
“HE SAID YES!” Garcia shouted through the speaker before you even had the chance to say hello. You pulled the phone away from your ear, wincing at the volume of her voice.
“Alright, first of all, it’s 8 o’clock in the morning. How are you that excited at 8 o’clock in the morning? And secondly, you’re gonna have to elaborate - my brain doesn’t work before I’ve had coffee,” You explained, placing the cellphone in between your head and shoulder as you flipped your eggs.
“Hotch! He said yes!”
You lifted your breakfast out of the pan and onto your plate. “…To what?”
Penelope giggled through a sigh. “To you being my assistant. He’s giving you the job!”
You set your glass plate down with a clunk onto the kitchen counter, steadying yourself before your knees buckled beneath you. Quickly, you yanked your phone from in between your ear and shoulder, placing Garcia on speaker.
“You’re kidding!”
“Oh-ho, I would not kid about this, my friend. You and I are about to become the nation’s greatest technical analysts.”
You smiled at that. “I’m pretty sure you already had that title before I got the job,” You jested, pacing the room just to have something to do. “God, I can’t believe he said yes! I-I’m just someone who works in IT, like, what makes me so special?”
“He probably thinks you’re good for me or something. Someone to reel me in when I become too much, but little does Mr. Boss Man know that I’m the one corrupting you.”
Silence overcame the two of you for a moment. You had to think about everything that had led up to this moment. Your perseverance through school and the program. The budding friendship between you and Penelope after a run in at the coffee cart. It seemed surreal how the stars aligned perfectly for this to happen.
“And…” Penelope drawled out after you’d been too quiet for too long, “…because you’re smart and deserve this job. The title may be assistant, but you’ll be treated as my equal.”
“Ha, that’ll be the day,” You let out a deft chuckle, reaching for your phone and plate to finally sit at your kitchen table. “I’m just thankful enough Hotch sees me as valuable enough to help you—help them catch criminals.”
“You’ve always been worthy enough. Your talents have just been wasted in fixing computers rather than helping me hack them.”
You kindly thanked her for the exciting news, telling her you could wait to start. A few days later, you found yourself walking into the infamous bullpen with Penelope by your side. You’d been in there only once before—having to fix an Agent’s computer—but the BAU had been gone on a case, so it was mostly empty when you were there.
The first thing you notice was how noisy it was. It definitely hadn’t been what you were expecting. For some reason, you thought the room would be filled with silence—only the clacking of keyboards and filing away papers to be heard.
No, the bullpen was rambunctious. Agents were having normal conversations. A laugh or two could be heard from the corner. It seemed out of character for a bunch of FBI agents.
Taking a deep breath, you prepared yourself for your introduction. You’d always been shy growing up and even as you got older, meeting new people never became easier. Not until you met Penelope. She had this way of helping you open up, so you supposed meeting her friends would be no different.
“Relax, they’ll love you,” Garcia muttered under her breath just loud enough for you to hear. You hummed a quiet, “Mhm,” back in response, plastering on a sweet smile as you walked up to a couple of other women.
“Emily! JJ! This is Y/N. She’ll be joining the team as my co-analyst,” Penelope gestured to you as you shot your hand out to shake their hands.
“Uh, assistant, actually. I wouldn’t put myself on her level quite yet,” You corrected, smiling shyly. Emily firmly took your hand into hers as you finished with JJ, giving you a bright and toothy grin back.
“Well, I’m sure you’re a genius if you were hired for that job,” She said.
“Seriously!” Penelope nudged your shoulder. “It’s not like I’m asking you to fetch me coffee. I told you that we’re equals.”
“Having two Garcia’s might mean we can catch the killers faster. I like it,” JJ chimed in, raising her cup of coffee to you. “Glad to have you joining us.”
“Aw, a party? And no one invited me?” A gruff voice sounded from behind the group. The four of you spun around to put a face to the voice. He had a smug smirk gracing his features as he stood with his arms out to his sides. “To think I was starting to feel at home around here.”
“Shut it, newbie,” Garcia shot back. You knew exactly who it was without her having to introduce him to you. Garcia often spent late nights on the phone with you, rambling on about something annoying this so-called ‘newbie’ had done or said. You smirked, holding out your hand.
“Ah, so this is the infamous newbie,” You drawled out. “I’ve heard quite a bit about you. Everything accept your actual name.”
You caught Penelope rolling her eyes, causing a small snicker to come from your lips.
“All good things, I hope. Luke Alvez.”
“Y/N,” You responded. “And no, according to this one over here, you’re… wait, how did you put it?” You turned to Penelope, feigning forgetfulness. “Oh, yeah! You have a way of making her coffee taste bitter just by opening your mouth.”
Giggles from Emily and JJ came from behind you as Garcia scoffed. “Half of what comes out of his mouth is unnecessary, anyway.”
Luke brought a hand to his chest and groaned. “Ooh, words hurt, Garcia.”
The entire group laughed, sans Penelope, who only rolled her eyes for the second time. You knew better than to think she didn’t like him even a little bit. She talked about him too much not to.
As the 5 of you conversed about your new role with the team, your attention was caught by a tall, scrawny man making his way through the glass doors. You knew exactly who he was and since Garcia had spoken to you about this job, you’d been nervous to meet him.
Spencer Reid had been someone you admired for years—work-wise. His thesis was exceptional and carried you through school and all the way to this program. He was basically the entire reason you started working at Quantico.
Now, as your gaze fell to his face and his physique, maybe your longing to meet him had more to do with your admiration for his talented brain. His light-brown hair was tussled, but still neat, and he walked with poise over to where everyone was standing and chatting.
He locked eyes with you, the slightest smile tugging at his lips, which in turn caused your cheeks to tinge pink. Your eyes averted to floor just as he joined the group.
“Ooh! Spencer!” Penelope shouted with a bit too much excitement for 8 in the morning. She stepped aside to make room for him and nodded to you. “This is Y/N. She’s—”
“Your co-analyst, yeah. Hotch mentioned that yesterday,” Spencer interrupted. His knowledge of you came as a shock, your head snapping up to look at him. “It’s a pleasure to meet you.”
You knew about his unwillingness to shake hands—completely valid, you thought—and shyly waved at him. “You, as well.”
“Okay, okay, wait! You have to tell us how you and Garcia met and became friends,” Emily said excitingly as she gripped your shoulder, bringing your attention back to the whole group. You begrudgingly ripped your eyes away from Spencer as you retold the story of how you spilled boiling hot coffee all over Penelope, laughing as everyone chimed in with their own tales of misfortune with her.
Every once in a while, your eyes would flit over to Spencer, taking in his sculpted jawline and the way he chuckled at a few of the comments. By the fourth or fifth time you glanced over, you noticed that he was looking at you, too. Again, you blushed as you made eye contact and again, you looked away immediately.
By then, your mind had started reeling. Did he think you were weird for staring? Did he think you dressed funny? Was he looking at you because he caught you staring at him first or did he gaze over by his own accord?
Too many possibilities and none of them satisfied you. You figured the only way to get you out of your head for the moment was to completely evacuate the situation.
Just as JJ finished her recounting of a story, you spoke up. “Well, it was so nice to meet you all and I can’t wait to work alongside you, but I need to speak to Agent Hotchner,” You smiled at the group right before turning to Garcia. “I’ll see you in a bit.”
As you shuffled away, you let out a deep sigh of relief. You’d barely realized you had been holding your breath back there, but standing next to someone you admired for years and who was now your coworker was life-altering.
You were going to have to learn how to be normal around him eventually, but it was going to take time. A lot of time.
***
A week had come and gone since your first day, a sense of pride coursing through your veins knowing that you assisted Penelope and the team in arresting a murderous tyrant in Austin, Texas. It was a high you were still riding on; you ultimately being the one to tell the team where the killer had been residing.
Everyone congratulated you once they got back and officially welcomed you to the BAU. Even Hotch shook your hand, telling you how extraordinary you did under pressure.
Spencer waltzed through the glass doors behind the rest of them, smiling at you slightly as you locked eyes.
“That was impressive for your first case,” He stated matter-of-factly. “You’re very talented.” He stopped directly in front of you and your entire being froze.
His height, among many other things, was flustering. You peered up at him, face on fire at his words of affirmation, and immediately refocused your gaze back to your hands.
“Oh, uh, thank you,” You replied back through a volume not too much louder than a whisper. Spencer took notice of your shyness, knowing that he had a similar issue, and left it at that. He walked by you without another word.
Once he was out of your line of sight, you felt this odd sense of remorse. Remorse for the conversation that could have been had you not completely shut down. You scolded yourself mentally as you left for the day, tagging along with Penelope over to her apartment.
She’d asked you to come the second she received word from Emily that they’d caught the killer and unsurprisingly, wouldn’t take no for an answer. You decided to appease her anyhow. This would be your first moment of relaxation since you’d gotten the job.
Following behind your friend, you were silent the entire drive, thinking and wistfully hoping that you’d be able to buck up and just talk to Spencer. Even if it was only about work—you wanted to take a peek inside his brain.
And if that led to a conversation about other things, then you wouldn’t complain.
A knock at your car door window startled you back into reality.
“Are you going to come inside or are we drinking in your car?” Penelope asked, her voice muffled from the outside. You let a breathy laugh shoot through your nose as you turned the car off and opened the door, careful not to hit her.
“Sorry, I just auto-piloted the entire way here,” You responded while shaking your head. Penelope looped her arm through yours to lead you to her place.
“Still on cloud 9, huh?”
You hummed, smiling and nodding. You weren’t going to reveal the real reason. “Yeah, it’s just so surreal. Hearing you talk about it and then actually doing it is so different.”
“Well, you kicked ass, my friend. This job isn’t easy and we put the purp away in just 36 hours. That’s never happened when I was working alone,” Penelope praised you as she unlocked her front door, leading you both inside. You shrugged your bag onto the chair closest to you, hanging your keys up on the hook. “Grigio or Noir?”
“Noir, please. I need something bitter,” You answered as you plopped yourself unceremoniously onto her couch. Penelope appeared at your side a few seconds later with a half-full glass of wine in front of your face. You accepted it with a hushed “thanks” and took a small sip, relishing in pungent taste it left in your mouth.
“So, now that you’ve met and talked with everyone, what are your thoughts on our little band of misfits?” The blonde asked, sitting down and turning her body to face you. You smiled and nodded.
“Everyone has been really great,” was all you said. Penelope kept her eyes on you, waiting for you to elaborate. After a few more seconds had gone by, she huffed and gently pushed your shoulder, causing your wine to slosh around in the glass. “Hey! Penelope! I have wine!”
“And I need details! I want all the hot goss!” She proclaimed with excitement.
“I don’t have any ‘hot goss’, Penelope,” You giggled as you made quotation marks around her choice of words. “I’ve only been here for a week.”
“Well, then just tell me what you think of everyone!”
Sighing, you took another sip of alcohol before placing it to the side and twisting your body to face her as well. “JJ is very sweet. She’s exactly how I expected her to be after you telling me about her.”
“Isn’t she!”
“And Emily is very funny and smart. She told me a joke just before the team left and I’ve been thinking about it for days,” You continued. “Rossi is wise. Hotch is… Hotch. He’s a definite leader, I’ll give you that… and yeah, everyone is super nice and I’m really glad to be working alongside them.”
You reached behind yourself to grab your glass, smirking slightly as you lifted it to your lips. Penelope glared at you, her head tilted just enough to know that she caught on to what you were doing.
“You’re not sneaky, honey. I know what you’re doing,” She accused you. You gulped down the rest of the pinot noir and sat your empty glass on her coffee table.
“You’re right, I forgot about Luke! He is very charming and funny, I can see why you like him so much.”
“WHA—” Garcia suddenly shouted. “I do not like him. He’s icky and weird.”
“Mhm, yeah, sure, I totally believe that.”
“Okay, fine, miss-weed-around-the-topic-of-conversation! Tell me about Spence!” Penelope shook your arm vigorously.
“I-hi don’t know what you’re talking about!” You laughed despite yourself. Penelope exhaled exasperatingly, sucking on her teeth as her eyes roamed over your body. You raised an eyebrow at her and opened your mouth to ask what she was doing, but whatever words almost came out turned in a squeak as she poked her index finger into the side of your belly and wiggled it around.
You grabbed her hand out of instinct, arching away from her. “Oh-ho no, Penelope, don’t!”
“Tell me about Reid,” She locked eyes with you, a smug grin forming on her face as your cheeks turned red.
“He’s nice! There!”
“Mm-mm, not satisfactory enough,” She said, snatching her hand out of your grip to pinch rapidly at the soft skin above your hip. You let out a strangled laugh, slapping her hand away.
“Gaharcia, no!”
“I wouldn’t have to resort to this if you would just tell me what you think about the genius boy!” She replied to your protest, scooting closer to you to trap your legs under her own. You made an experimental tug only to find that you couldn’t pull them from under her.
You weighed both your options. You could fully get out of this situation just by telling her about your feelings towards Spencer, but the pang of disappointment you might feel if she didn’t exploit this weakness of yours would be lingering on your shoulders for the rest of the night.
Then again, straight up refusing to provide her with the information she wanted was basically telling her that you didn’t mind being tickled—especially if it was with someone you trusted as much as you trusted Penelope.
But telling her about Spencer would be a one-way ticket straight to embarrassment, knowing without a doubt that Garcia would tell him about it when they were alone. Though, by not telling her, you may never get the chance to be normal around Spencer.
And you couldn’t decide which option you preferred.
Penelope took your silence as her answer, interrupting your train of thought once she began squeezing at your sides. You burst into howling laughter and slammed your arms down to cover as much of your torso as you could.
“WAHAHA! N-NOHO! I-hi wahahas thihinking!”
“Thinking about what? It’s a simple decision. Spill the beans about what you think of Reid or get tickled to death. It’s an easy answer!” Penelope responded as she moved inward to your belly, digging her fingers in next to your navel.
Your entire face burned like fire at her words and Penelope, ever the perceptive one, noticed almost immediately. She slowed her tickling fingers to a light scratching just to keep you giggling.
“It’s not an easy answer, is it?” She asked in amusement. You shook your head, hiccupping as her nails neared your waistline. She smiled endearingly down at you and had your eyes not been squeezed shut from laughing so hard, you might have blushed even darker under her gaze. “Well, seems like I’ll just have to convince you to tell me, then.”
Picking up the pace, Garcia shifted her hands up to the middle of your ribcage, nipping in between the crevices of the bones. Your hands shot up to grab onto her wrists, more mechanically than to stop her, and your head tilted back to rest on the arm of the couch.
“EEHEEAH!” You screeched, only raising in volume when she experimentally slid her hands closer to the back of your ribs, 4 fingers vibrating directly under your shoulder blades. “WOHOHOAH! NOHOT THERE! PEHENELOPEEHEE!”
“Ooh,” She winced in faux sympathy, “bad spot?”
“OHOBVIOUSLYHY!”
“I think a couple more minutes riiiight here should do the trick, then,” She taunted just before laughing maniacally at your expense. Her suspicions of your likeness of tickling were confirmed when you didn’t protest—you simply laid there and let her have her way with you.
Another 30 seconds went by before you broke, violently jolting one final time before asking for her to stop. “OKAY! OKAHAHAY, I’LL TEHELL YOU! MEHEHERCY, PLEHEASE!”
Penelope halted her attack per your request, removing her hands from you and resting them in her lap. You sucked in deep breaths to regain lung function, still giggling intermittently.
“So, Spencer…”
“You don’t plahay fair,” You looked at her while pointing with a half-assed glare. She chuckled as she shifted off your legs to let you sit up.
“Never said I did,” She shrugged. You cleared your throat, huffing out in exasperation.
“Long story short, I’d looked up to Spencer since I was a student at MIT. His thesis papers basically got me through school and now here I am working alongside him and his big, beautiful, brain,” You explained. “It’s just still so surreal that we’re on the same team. I don’t feel smart enough to talk to him, I guess.”
Fiddling with your fingers in your lap, you chuckled in self-deprecation. You didn’t dare look up at your friend; you knew she’d have a look of pity written all over her face. But you felt more than saw a hand rest on your knee.
“You are worthy of talking to him, honey,” Penelope assured you. “You wouldn’t have been chosen for this team if you weren’t the best of the best. The thing with Spencer is that he’s smarter than everyone, so don’t be too hard on yourself. Plus, I think he really wants to talk to you, too.”
“Mm, not so sure about that. Every time he tries, I barely make a sentence and stutter like a complete idiot,” You groan.
“Oh, so it’s more than just you not feeling smart enough. You like him, don’t you?” She asked ducking down to meet your gaze. The second your eyes caught hers you looked away, but yet again, she didn’t miss the color blossoming in your face. “Your secret is safe with me.”
You rolled your eyes playfully. “Mhm, somehow I doubt that.” Standing up, you grabbed your glass along with Penelope’s to refill them. Overall, you were glad your best friend knew about your inner turmoil regarding Spencer, but the thought of him knowing about it terrified you.
“Well, would you upset if I told him?”
“No, not upset, just…” You trailed off as you poured the wine. “I guess, scared.”
“What about if I slightly nudged him in the right direction without ever mentioning that you like him?” Penelope gave you another option. She reached her hand out to grab the stem of her wine glass, keeping her eyes on you as you rounded the couch to sit next to her again.
You pondered for a few seconds, the pad of your thumb circling the rim of your glass. “Fine, but if you tell him anything embarrassing about me, I’ll kill you in your sleep and the team will have to track me down.”
The two of you laughed, finishing the rest of the night with late night reality TV and an empty bottle of pinot noir. Nights like this were your favorite. You loved your job and wouldn’t trade it for the world but nothing beat lounging around lazily and talking until you have nothing to talk about anymore.
You longed for the day that you’d get to do it with Spencer. If you ever got to do it with him.
But Penelope was true to her word. Sort of.
It was only 5 days later when the team was out on another case and she began developing her scheme.
You sat in the office chair to her right, steadily typing away to try and find the suspect’s place of employment when Penelope’s chair wheels slid over to you. “I am asking you this because you’re my friend, but will you pretty please get us some coffee?”
You looked over your shoulder to see her put on her best pouting face, raising an eyebrow. “Weren’t you the one that said a couple weeks ago that you would never send me out to fetch you coffee?”
“Hey! It’s not just for me. You need some, too. We’ve been awake for 15 hours. I got the purp’s address already,” She told you. You swiveled all the way around, arms thrown out to the side.
“How do you do it so fast? Hotch asked less than 10 minutes ago!”
“Years of practice,” She waved her hand in the air. “Coffee? Please?”
You chortled a bit before sighing exasperatingly and evacuating your seat to head for the door. You glared at her non-threateningly. “You owe me later.”
“Oh, trust me, I’ll make it up to you.”
You grunted just before leaving the office and shutting the door behind you, giving Penelope about 5 minutes to execute her plan.
Immediately, she called Reid’s personal phone, hearing it ring twice before he answered.
“Hey, Garcia. What do you have?” He asked through the other line.
“What? Oh! I got the address, uh, looks like he works at an auto shop, ‘Buddy’s Body Shop’. It’s on 8632 Frontier Street. That’s not what I called for, though,” She said. Shuffling could be heard on Spencer’s end as the voices around him became quieter until they could no longer be heard, telling Penelope that he stepped away from the team.
“Okay… what did you need then?” He questioned, sounding unsure.
“What do you think about the new addition to our team?” Garcia interrogated, getting straight to the point.
“That’s what you called me for?”
“Yes! And you have about 3 minutes to answer. I sent her on a coffee run.”
“So she’s not in the room listening secretly?” Spencer whispered through the phone.
“No! I’m strictly a third party here. Now, hurry up! You have 2 and a half minutes!”
“Okay, well, uh, she’s really sweet. She’s shy and I like that about her, but I want to get to know her more.”
“So, you like her?” Garcia bluntly asked.
“Like her?”
“Do you think she’s cute?”
“Uh… well, uh, I mean…”
“I’ll stop you right there, boy genius. I get it. Luckily for you, you have me, her best friend, so I will tell you everything I can about her in the time we have left so that you can strike up a conversation with her the next time you see her, okay?” Garcia responded in a hurry, leaving Spencer no room to accept or decline. “Uh, so, she’s a Virgo, she likes pastries, she drinks an insane amount of sugar in her coffee—says the caffeine just isn’t enough—uh…”
Spencer giggled through the phone as Penelope continued.
“She loves cats, doesn’t care for dogs, she is a sucker for art museums, she’s super ticklish everywhere, but especially on the backs of her ribs, she can solve a rubik’s cube in under a minute, she went to MIT, and she’s coming back right now, okay, gotta go, bye!”
She didn’t give Spencer a chance to respond before she abruptly hung up the phone call. Less than 2 seconds later, the office door swung open where you balanced the two coffees on top of each other so that you could turn the doorknob.
Penelope smiled innocently once she turned to face you, her hand reaching out to grab her own coffee. “You are a life-saver.”
“Yeah, yeah,” You begrudgingly grinned back, sitting back down and taking a swig of coffee. You had to stop yourself from spitting it out once it hit your tastebuds. “Ew, ugh, this one is yours,” You cringed, holding the cup out to her.
Penelope furrowed her brows as she grabbed onto the other cup just as you snatched the one she was holding. You shrugged before drinking your own cup, moaning in contentment this time. “Much better. Yours didn’t have any—”
“Sugar,” Penelope let a breathy laugh shoot through her nose, finishing your sentence. “Got it.”
***
Since that day, you’d been none the wiser that Penelope had even spoken to Spencer about you. Everything carried on as normal for a week or two after that. Truthfully, you had forgotten about what you and Penelope had discussed—everyone on the team going on as normal.
You’d had a few spry conversations with Emily and Luke before leaving for the night and smiled shyly at Spencer as he did the same. No progress had been made and honestly, maybe it was for the best.
If you still couldn’t strike up a conversation with him almost a month into being his teammate, then maybe the two of you weren’t meant to be friends, let alone romantic partners.
That realization was something you were slowly coming to terms with, though it didn’t help that every time you saw Spencer in passing, he’d wave or send a short ‘hello’ in greeting. Your heart would flutter every single time.
But still, you were too shy to come up with anything to say to him in response. You were sure that after a while, Spencer would give up trying to interact with you at all, which would be the last thing you’d want to happen. So, you were just going to have to pull yourself together and talk to him the next chance you got.
You just hadn’t known it would be right that second.
A knock on the door of Penelope’s office was heard from behind you as you were packing up your belongings for the night. It startled you, causing you to gasp and whip around quickly, only to find Spencer standing in the entry way.
“My apologies,” He stated, his hands out in front of him. “I didn’t mean to scare you.”
Gathering your composure, you set your purse down into your chair and leaned against the desk. “It’s… okay. I scare easy, anyway,” You admitted to him. Once you’d caught your breath, you glanced up at him, finding a small grin gracing his features. You shrunk into yourself self-consciously. “…What?”
“Oh! Uh, nothing, you just… finally told me something about yourself,” He responded, biting his bottom lip through a smile. Your face burned hot at the realization and you chuckled quietly.
“I’m not intentionally trying to keep things from you, Dr. Reid. You just… intimidate me a little,” You mumbled the last part quietly, coiling up even more. Spencer stepped fully into the room to stand closer to you, getting a read from your body language.
“Please, it’s just Spencer,” He corrected you. “Also I think you’ve spoken more words to me today than you have since we met. It’s nice.”
You hummed in response, not being able to think of anything to say. You could feel Spencer’s gaze on you even if yours was on the carpeted floor, and somehow your face hadn’t burst from the heat rising into it.
“Why are you intimidated by me? I’m just me,” Spencer continued. You scoffed as if he wasn’t the most interesting one on the team, as if he wasn’t Spencer Reid: Boy Wonder.
“Just you…” You repeated, nodding. “Well, just you is pretty amazing.” You began fiddling with your fingers, anxious at the mere thought of saying anything more than that. Spencer shuffled his feet over to where you were standing to lean against the desk, as well. Your shoulders were only inches apart and it was as if you could feel electricity coming from his skin and into yours.
“That’s very kind,” He said, a breathy laugh shooting through his nose. “But what makes me different than anyone else here?”
Shaking your head and keeping your focus on the floor, you sighed. He didn’t get it. He couldn’t see that he was everything to you.
“Come on! Tell me,” He sang out, giving you a quick poke to your side, causing you to squeak and arch away from his finger. Your eyes widened, looking between his hand and his face. Spencer wore an uncharacteristically smug grin that paired well with raised eyebrows. “Oh?”
Your entire body felt like it was on fire with how flustered you were that Spencer Reid had just accidentally tickled you. And with the way he stared at you predatorily, that accident was about to become purposeful.
“Uh… I—”
“Are you going to tell me why I intimidate you?” Spencer questioned you rhetorically, knowing you wouldn’t get the chance to answer before he seized this opportunity. You found that you couldn’t move, couldn’t think. You couldn’t believe that what was going to happen was actually about to happen. Your mouth opened and closed, as if you were trying to respond, but your words wouldn’t formulate.
Spencer took that time to scoot closer so that he was basically hip to hip with you and slid one behind your back to pinch rapidly at your waist, sending you into a proper giggle fit while leaning into him. With his free hand, he dug into your belly and grinned at the way you screeched in surprise.
“I-hi… just—Spehencer!” You whined through your laughter and even he couldn’t deny the butterflies he felt when you said his name. Your hands pushed his away with little difficulty; Spencer had mostly removed them from your torso before you could fully touch him. In that moment, you were reminded of his disdain for physical contact, especially with his hands. “Oh, uh, I—I’m sorry, I—”
“I don’t mind you touching me,” He assured you. “I mean, I did start tickling you on my own accord. It’s just people I’m not really comfortable with… and handshakes. I hate handshakes.”
Your cheeks burned bright as you realized what he’d admitted, another shy smile finding it way to your face.
“You intimidate me because… I looked up to you all throughout school. I read all of your papers and dissertations and I just can’t believe that I’m on the same team as you. It doesn’t feel real, yet,” You shakily said, sighing in relief that at least half of the truth was out in the open. You still couldn’t bring yourself to look at him, afraid he might have a disgusted expression adorning his face.
Out of nowhere, a fluttering sensation sparked up on the backs of your ribs, causing a loud yelp to escape your lips as you jumped up and practically ran across the room. You turned to face him with a stunned look. There’s no way he could have known that was your worst spot. Unless…
Spencer had an insufferable smirk plastered on his lips and immediately, you knew who had spilled your secret.
“I’m going to kill Penelope,” You whispered, shutting your eyes tight. With your sense of hearing now heightened, you instantly clocked the moment Spencer stood straight on his feet and took a couple of steps toward you. You gasped, eyes reopening as you took a step back.
“You are worthy of this team. Worthy of working with all of us. You’re smart, cunning, funny, beautiful, and I’m the lucky one in this situation because I got to meet you,” Spencer truthfully muttered. Speechlessness was all you could feel after his declaration. “Garcia told me some things about you—to help me get an insight of who you really are behind this shy façade—and I’ve come to understand why you’re her friend.”
“Spencer, I—”
“So, really I came here to talk to you today because I was hoping that maybe you’re too shy to talk to me because you might share the same feelings as I do.”
Your heart felt like it could beat straight out of your chest with how honest you knew he was. A fire starting in your chest, your cheeks, your whole body. Nodding, almost imperceptibly, you breathed out slowly.
“I do, yes.”
“Come out to dinner with me, then,” He said. It was a statement rather than a question. A sentence said so confidently that you had no choice but to say yes because you knew he meant every word. He gave you no reason to doubt that he wanted to take you on a date.
“I-I’d love to,” You stuttered, fingers fiddling with themselves. Spencer reached forward to grab your hands in his, again showing you proof that he felt at ease with you. His skin felt cold against your warmth, somehow calming your heartrate down enough to finally lock eyes with him. “You meant all those things?”
“Every word.”
And as you sat and ate together, you believed him. You could tell that he was falling for you just as you were for him. The way you two bonded over things that no one else could understand, how his hand never left yours for more than a few minutes at the time, how with each passing moment you became less nervous—it was easy with Spencer.
It only got easier as the weeks went on. By the fourth month you’d known him, you’d given him a key to your apartment. At the end of the year, 6 months after you’d met, you’d asked him to move in. It might have been a bit taboo, but he was over at your place more than he was at his own, especially after he returned back from cases.
Eventually, you did thank Penelope for all her interfering, even if it was embarrassing at first. She was ultimately the one to get you and Spencer to admit your feelings to each other, so you gave her a hug and spent a whole night telling her about your adventures with him (it didn’t matter if those adventures were mostly spent lounging on your couch. You loved them all the same).
Your most recent adventure consisted of watching a movie in your bed, though you weren’t really paying attention because of the roaming hands and lazy kisses being placed in those sweet spots you loved so much.
You never thought of Spencer being handsy, but damn, you were glad he was. Despite being a little awkward, he was assertive with you, making sure you were well taken care of in any and all ways.
You laid partially on top of him while kissing him chastely as his hands gripped your waist, happy sighs and quiet moans filling the room. Relaxing into him, Spencer’s hand lost some of its weight, consequentially dragging his fingers featherlight across the backs of your ribs.
“MM!” You squeaked into his mouth, rolling off of him in reaction. “Spence! You know I’m ticklish there!”
He laughed, shaking his head. “Ihit was an accident. It’s not my fault you’re so ticklish.” Spencer found a way to wrap his arms around you, intentionally digging into that same spot, making you cry out in hysterical laughter.
You jolted in surprise, then tried to squirm out of his touch. “SPEHEHENCE! NOHOT THERE!”
“Ooh, right. Not there,” He clicked his tongue in faux realization. “How about here, then?” He cheekily asked, wiggling his nimble digits into your sides—still unbearably ticklish. “Seems like a good spot.”
“You’re—AHAH! Yohou’re ruining a mohoment!” You yelled at him, your elbows clamping down onto his hands out of pure instinct.
“Tickling you is my favorite activity to do, though. Want to know why?”
“Whyhyhy?”
His hands worked their way into the soft skin of your belly, lightly spidering around to keep you giggling rather than cackling. Your cheeks burned hot under his gaze—still a common occurrence even to this day—and from how easily he took you apart with just the lightest of touches.
“Because…” He drawled out, “It was the one thing that got you to talk to me.” Spencer ceased tickling you, now holding you tight to his chest for a different reason. You melted into his arms, letting out a few residual giggles.
“I thihink I’d categorize it as coercing, but…”
“Either way, it got us to where we are now and it makes both of us happy.”
“Woah!” You pulled back to look at him incredulously. “I never said that!”
“You didn’t have to. I can tell by the way you never fight back or run away,” Spencer called you out, poking your ribcage a few times. You laughed through a groan, but you both knew you weren’t annoyed or offended by his words.
“Ugh! Fihine! I guess I don’t mind it since it was kind of the thing that brought us together,” You slapped his wrist gently before wrapping your arms back around him. “But that’s all you’re getting out of me!”
“That’s all I needed,” He divulged, placing a fast peck to your forehead. Silence settled among the two of you for a while after that before Spencer spoke up again. “Did you ever think we’d be here 6 months ago?”
“Definitely not,” You answered quickly. “Sometimes, I still can’t believe it now. I still see you as that scrawny kid whose thesis papers I studied throughout grad school.”
“I obviously did a great job with those papers since it led you straight to the BAU.”
“Yeah, you did alright,” You smiled, kissing his neck sweetly.
As you fell asleep in the arms of the man of your dreams, you reminisced on how perfectly the stars had aligned to get you to this moment. It wasn’t luck, it was fate. At least, that’s what you’ll always believe.
Because being with Spencer Reid didn’t just fall into your lap. He was destined to be yours.
“let’s turn that frown upside down~” w ler!penelope pretty please?
"Let's turn that frown upside down~"
Before Y/N could respond with words, a small squeak left their lips when Penelope wiggled her fingers.
"W-Wahait, GahaharcIHIHIAAAHAHAHAAA!"
The tech analyst giggled at Y/N's sudden and adorable outburst of laughter as she meticulously poked and squeezed at her teammate's sides and ribs. Y/N could have sworn the sensations were ten times more unbearable thanks to Penelope's typing skills. "NAHAHAT THEHEHEHEHERE! *hic* WHYHYHYYYYYEHEHEEEEE!?"
"You haven't smiled the slightest bit, since you got back from that mission. I know how horrifying it was, and I will be damned, if I can't take your mind off of that for even a little bit!"
Penelope was the resident angel of the BAU. Not a day went by where she wasn't doing everything she could to bring smiles and joy to her friends' faces, especially after the vile things all of them had to see. It helped her to distract too, just being able to laugh and giggle with them.
"Couhouldn't youhou tehehehell mehe a fuhuhunny ahahanecdohohote!?"
Y/N looked up at Penelope, who gave a look of sympathy before shaking her head. "I hear that insincerity in your voice, sweetie. Penelope Garcia may not be a profiler, but she can tell when her friend likes tickling!"
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Ler!Penelope 🥰 I love her so much!!! Sapphic heart go brrrrrrr 👉🏾👈🏾 Thank you so so much for the prompt, anon!!! /gen /p
