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Falling for Steve Rogers - Chapterlist

Steve Rogers (Captain America) x you

Summary:

You were just an ordinairy person, living an ordinairy life. One day, however, you suddenly found yourself in 1940's America.

Panicked, you run into a sweet guy called 'Steve Rogers'.

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Ao3 is one chapter ahead

Chapters:

Chapter 1: The Jump (september 8)

Chapter 2: Bucky Barnes

Chapter 3: Doll Dizzy

Chapter 4: Morning

Chapter 5: Fighter

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The Embroiling Case of the Paranormal Girl - ARC 1 - The Beginning - Part 3

Sherlock Holmes (BBC) x you

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Summary:

Sherlock did not think anything of her when he first met her. She did not have the same incredible intellect as him, nor the skills of a retired veteran and doctor, but she did have something else; a secret Sherlock felt the need to uncover. Could he grapple the world-changing truth of this woman's nature? Or would he deny it even when it was staring him in the eye?

The story of Sherlock, the Paranormal girl and their blossoming love story.

Chapter summary:

Sherlock finally found you, but you were not alone. He is determined to help you.

Sherlock and John rushed their way into the station, cutting through lines and hopping the gates. The station was busy; hundreds of tourists wandered around, looking for their platforms or trying to make their way through the horde in front of the exit. The hands of the giant clock at the front struck 12 PM. Sherlock followed the tracker; to the left, to the right and to the right again. The little dots came closer and closer to each other; they were close. John tried his best to follow his friend, but Sherlock’s steps were faster than ever before. His eyes glanced to the left, noticing two men in suits hurrying through the station. It wasn’t strange at all, people run late all the time, but something wasn’t right. John bumped into his friend’s back, his face right against Sherlock’s shoulder.

“Why did we stop?” Watson rubbed his sore nose. Sherlock had strong shoulders. He looked up, seeing the well-known woman’s bathroom sign. “Right. We’re not going in there, right? We can just wait outside.”

“You stay outside and keep watch, I go in. Keep everyone out, I’d rather not be caught in a presumptuous situation.” He didn’t let John argue; he looked around, making sure no one was watching, and slipped his way in. The bathroom was dimly lit, making it a bit more difficult to make detailed deductions. It was quiet, but the third sink was still wet. Had you already left? No that couldn’t be; the tracker hadn’t moved. He walked by the stalls, all of the doors were closed, none locked. “I warn you this time; I am going to open the doors. There is no reason to throw anything at me.” He did not get an answer. He already knew, but he still opened all the doors, on by one. He stilled after opening the last stall. The only thing inside was your backpack. Why had you abandoned it? He considered a bomb for a few milliseconds but quickly threw that idea out; you would have left it in a busy area. Almost no one came all the way out here. He pulled at the zipper. Nothing too odd inside either; spare clothes, water, tomato juice, pineapple juice, whole grain protein bars, peas, batteries and over-the-counter medication. The food and medication were new, but the rest had already been in there when he was sneaking the tracker in. He walked out, where John was awkwardly leaning against the bathroom wall. A few passersby gave them both dirty looks.

“She wasn’t in there?” John more so noted than actually asking it. “What now?”

“She left her bag behind, not well hidden; she was in a rush, but she’s not leaving, not without all her stuff,” Sherlock concluded. “No, she needed to shake off the extra weight. You take the West side, I take the East side. She has to be around here somewhere.”

Sherlock’s fast pace and long legs made it easy for him to get through the crowds. He had your bag loosely hanging off his shoulder. The rough look it had– covered in dirt and obviously worn-out– was a stark difference from his elegant, winter coat and white dress-shirt. His eyes locked onto every head of c/ hair, his left hand clamped as he walked by a group of smokers– no, he couldn’t give in–, he checked every homeless woman begging for money and leaving tips, and he even dared to check every woman’s bathroom, only getting stopped occasionally. Sherlock had practically checked every corner of his side, so he made his way back. He looked up at the clock; 1:30 PM. Should he check elsewhere? But you wouldn’t leave your bag for that long, it held everything you owned. He got shaken out of his thoughts by a hard bump against his back. A feeling of déjà vu washed over him. Turning around, he stared into a familiar set of c/ eyes.

“Sorry.” You hadn’t even looked up at him, instead you tried to slip into the crowd again, but before you could, he grabbed your hand and stopped you.

“You truly do have impeccable timing, miss.” A mischievous smile had appeared on his face, but it wasn’t one of victory he normally had after solving a case, nor the smug one he had on after showing off. “I believe you have lost something.” He held up your back, keeping it just out of your reach.

Your lips trembled, just slightly and your eyes were wide, like a deer in headlights. Like an open book, rang through Sherlock’s head. “I don’t have time for this right now.” You looked back over your shoulder, your eyes racing. “Please, give it back.”

“Why?” His eyes had followed yours, but he didn’t see anything. Was he missing something? Or wasn’t it here yet?

“Please, Sherlock.” Your eyes stared into his, pleadingly. A strange feeling gripped his heart, a sensation he had never felt before washed over him, before concentrating at one spot, blood rushing there. You looked pretty, he decided. He wanted to say it, wanted to tell you that, but no sound left his mouth. He just stood there, mouth agape. It was nothing like this. The moment was over way too soon. You ran past him. He looked up, noticing two men in suits pointing to your direction, and taking chase. Sherlock quickly stuck out his leg, making one of them trip. They swore at him, before continuing.

“Sherlock!” John came running in, breathing heavily. “She’s here somewhere, being chased by two men.”

“Yes, I am aware.” Sherlock closed his eyes. He remembered seeing a map of the station. Imagining in his head, he planned out the different routes you could take. If they ran hard enough, they could cut you off behind the food court. “Come on, there is no time to lose.”

They ran as hard as they could, at least Sherlock did so, John just tried to keep up with the taller man. They bumped into people, accidentally pushing some of them over. Sherlock was not afraid to step on chairs and walk over the table in the food court, to his friend’s dismay. They got yelled at by underpaid waiters and overworked station security, but nothing stopped Sherlock in his path. John was not as lucky, however, eventually getting stopped and escorted away by one of the security guards. There you were, still running, with the two men just a few metres behind you. He wasn’t fast enough to catch up to you, but if he was correct, then you were running into a dead end. He turned the corner, just a few seconds after the two men, but you weren’t there. No, you had disappeared, just like the first time he had met you.

They turned to look at him. “Everything alright here, gentlemen?” Sherlock put on his best ‘normal concerned guy’ face. “I saw you two running.”

“Stay out of it.” The shorter man, the one he tripped, grumbled. The blonde man, with a distinct southern Russian accent, had an obvious drug problem, and an inferiority complex, but there was a more dangerous detail; he was armed, and so was his friend. He bumped Sherlock’s shoulder as he left, on purpose of course; a childish intimidation tactic.

“I’m sorry about him. He’s new, gets carried away sometimes.” The second man came up to him, taller with a Brummie accent and handed him a fifty-pound note. “Here, let’s keep this between us, okay?”

“Of course.” Sherlock hid his hand in his pocket, clutching the note in his hand. He watched the second man jock slightly to catch up with the other. As soon as the two were out of sight, he brought the red note up to his nose, sniffing both sides. Flowery scents and sweat, but both were overpowered by the heavy ether-like smell of perchloroethylene. From a dry-cleaning business used as a front for money laundering. The note hadn’t been in the man’s hands for long, considering how strong the scent still stuck to it. Sherlock would have to visit the dry-cleaning businesses around London. On his way out, he played with the heavy weight of your backpack, carefully considering all the options for his next move. Too many places to check, too many places you could be…

No.

There is only one place you would make your way to next, and he would gladly meet you there. Sherlock stopped a taxi, sitting down in the back. “Where to, sir?” The driver asked, turning to look at him with a friendly smile.

“221B Baker Street.”

When John came storming into their shared apartment, Sherlock was sitting in his leather chair. He held his hands against each other right in front of his face. Some might think he was praying to whatever god could capture Holmes’ attention, but his roommate knew better. He was focusing. His eyes were locked onto your bag, which stood on the coffee table. Next to it stood a cup of tea accompanied by a biscuit, no doubt made and delivered by the kind-hearted Mrs. Hudson.

“You really left.” John shook his head in disbelief. “I was being detained and scolded by the security as if I am some ill-behaved child. I sat there for hours! The police were called, and I received a scolding, AGAIN! I got a hefty fine! Got banned! And you just left! To what? Sit down in your chair and play at being a… a bloody rock!”

“Sit down.” Sherlock looked up at his friend, completely ignoring his long rant. “We will receive a guest any minute now. And please stop raising your voice; you wouldn’t want to scare her off.”

“Scare her off?” John couldn’t believe this. He was still going on about that girl when he was just detained by security and banned from Victoria Station. “I had always thought it would be funny to see you love sick; never been this wrong. Can’t even go a minute without you trying to ‘solve’ her. It’s not healthy to obsess this much over a crush.”

“John, it is not a crush. This is a complicated case with many unknown variables, it stimulates my brain without a need for drugs; that is all there is to it.” Just then, the sound of a doorbell echoed through the hallway. “She’s here. Sit down.”

“Yeah, yeah.” John sat down in his signature chair. “I won’t embarrass you in front of your crush. A piece of advice; don’t show off your deductions in the bedroom. Most girls won’t appreciate it.”

“Thank you, John, but considering the long list of failed relationship I’ve been keeping on you since you moved in, I don’t believe you to be a trusted source for relationship advice. Not that I am interested in anyone in the first place.” A voice came from the stairwell. Mrs. Hudson was fretting over you. Sherlock, closed his eyes and breathed in. He heard the sound of the door to 221B open. He breathed out and opened his eyes. “Three... Two... One...” The door to their apartment flew open once again. Sherlock’s intense stare slightly softened after seeing your face. Barely noticeable to anyone but those who truly knew him.

Your eyes immediately locked onto your bag. You could probably make a grab for it but your escape was a different problem. They would stop you leaving the apartment, and you couldn't really teleport in front of them. Exposing yourself like that would be too risky. “May I please have my bag back?” You asked sarcastically.

“Why don't you sit down first, miss? Then we can have a little chat.” Sherlock emphasised the 't' at the end, drawing it out in a mocking tone. He attempted to put on an innocent smile, but it turned into a more devious smirk.

You shot him a glare, before sitting down. The whole setup and sitting on that stupid chair made you feel like you were going to get scolded, like a child. “What do you want?”

“You are sitting in the chair, you are our client; you tell us your story, and we’ll take your case.” John laid it out for you, as if it was the obvious conclusion.

“My case?” You laughed. “I don’t have a case for you. Now, I want my bag back.”

“So, the two men chasing you down at Victoria Station just wanted to invite you over for tea?” Sherlock stood up from his chair, a bolt of excited energy flowing through him. He wanted this case; no, he needed this case. “No.” He circled your chair, like sharks in the water. “They were after you. Who are you running from? What do they want from you?”

“That is none of your business.” You stood up, glaring at Sherlock’s frustrating, cocky, blue, perfect, handsome, hypnotising− reel that back− eyes. “I can handle myself. I don’t need the help of some detective wannabe and his trigger-happy babysitter!” His face fell.

Sherlock kept quiet for a minute, before putting on a smile again. “You read his blog.”

“That’s what you took from that!” Your face was turning red now, and he couldn’t help but finding it kind of endearing. You were so easy to read, while also being the most mysterious person he has met. “I can’t believe you! You’re impossible!”

“For some reason people always call me that, but I do prefer improbable.” He leaned in closer, his eyes challenging you. “It’s more accurate.”

“I call you whatever I please!” You stood your ground, no matter how close he got. You wouldn’t let him bully you.

He took your stiff stance as an opportunity to lean even closer, noses almost touching. “What else do you want to call me?” Your face heated up. Who does this guy think he is?

“If you two are just going to flirt then I am going to watch telly with Mrs. Hudson.” John interrupted whatever tension was building up between you two.

You quickly stepped back. “I am not flirting with him. I don’t want him; I just want my bag.”

To be continued

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This just leaves a bad taste in my mouth when I LITERALLY posted the one-shot I said I was working on only five hours ago.

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august

The Embroiling Case of the Paranormal Girl - The Beginning PART 3, 5000 words

God and a Mortal - Chapter 5: (no name yet), between 2000 and 3000 words

September

MCU chapter 2

The Embroiling Case of the Paranormal Girl - part 1 of new chapter, 5000 words

New Epic the Musical series one-shot.

October

The Embroiling Case of the Paranormal Girl - part 2 of new chapter, 5000 words

MCU chapter 3

God and a Mortal - chapter 6

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To everyone who like my fics, please don't hound me like this. It won't make me write any faster.

It is okay to ask me for my schedule or when I am planning to update, but when I answer, don't keep coming back like this.

I send you to tumblr so I don't have to keep repeating myself.

I said on tumbr that I was on vacation, and I told you guys the next chapter wouldn't be out any time soon bc I was working on a one-shot (for the same series).

This just leaves a bad taste in my mouth when I LITERALLY posted the one-shot I said I was working on only five hours ago.

I understand they meant well, but this doesn't motivate me. It only makes me more stressed.

If you guys do want some sort of special schedule on my tumblr instead of scrolling through posts for it, then I can look into it. But I don't think I can pin it. I already have the Masterlist pinned.

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Aquatic Avian

Hermes (Epic the musical) x you

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Word count: 2526

Summary:

Hermes was ready. Excited to see what you did for him. Until the piece of cloth fell from his eyes, and he was staring at a board reading; Splash Splash Park.

You organised a date to a waterpark. Unbeknownst to you, Hermes dislikes water.

Hermes wasn't a swimmer. He had wings, could fly higher than any mortal could ever try to imagine. He didn't need to touch the water. Even when he was sent to deliver a message to Poseidon, he never actually went into the water. The god's palace in Aegai was not completely in the water. Certain rooms held air, as well as a secret tunnel through the caves only few knew of.

And yet, somehow, you had been able to lure him to his worst nightmare: a waterpark.

You had said you wanted to take him on a date, to plan something for him for a change. "You deserve princess treatment too," you had said. "I just want to spoil you in the way you spoil me," you had said. "I want to surprise you," you had said. He had been completely smitten with you, immediately throwing his card at you. "Get whatever you need, and when you want to go somewhere; rent out the whole thing for just the two of us."

He had blocked out the whole weekend for you, telling everyone up in Olympus he would be busy, and to not bother him unless giants scaled the mountain. He had been so excited the whole morning.

"Where are we going?" He floated above you, trying to peek into the bag you were packing.

"You'll see when we get there."

He kissed the back of your neck. "Give me a hint, darling."

You rolled your eyes. "You have shown me your temples, and all the things, rituals, festivals you had in ancient Greece. So, I decided to bring you somewhere I used to go to as a kid."

He frowned. "Another farm?"

He was wearing a blindfold, your hands leading him forward. "Ready?" You asked.

"Born ready!" Hermes was ready. Excited to see what you did for him. Until the piece of cloth fell from his eyes, and he was staring at a board reading; Splash Splash Park.

"Tadaa!" You pulled him by the arm. "I did as you said and rented to whole park out for today. Got a bit of help from Apollo too. He switched all the employees with nymphs, so there is no reason to hide your wings!" You pulled off his fedora. "You can just be yourself."

Gods, he loved you so fucking much. His wings fluttered at the sentiment, out in the open. He just couldn't tell you the truth. Not after all the effort you put into it. So, he just followed you to the changing room. The swimming trunks you bought for him was bright orange with snakes on them. The size was just right too.

He stepped out to find you. Red quickly coated his cheeks, his feathered wings shot up in surprise, and suddenly the trunks felt too small. You were wearing the cutest bikini, emphasizing all your best assets. You looked so damn good. "Wow, you look..."

"Beautiful? Gorgeous?" You pried.

"God-like." He put his hands on your waste, holding you against his chest. "No, better than any god."

"Don't let Aphrodite hear that," you joked. "She'll have my head."

"She can try, but only I will have your head." He laughed. That cute, dorky laugh.

You pushed him off. "Hermes!" You shoved on some cheap flipflops and grabbed his hand. "Come on! We should go down the tornado!"

"R-right, maybe we should take it easy first!" He pulled you back, lifting you up. "We have all day to explore. Why don't we... hang out there!" He brought you over to the kid's play area, the pirate's cove. He first tested how high the water came, concluding it didn't reach his ankle-wings, before stepping in.

"You sure? There are a lot more exciting things to do." He set you down, deliberately in one specific spot. "You haven't even seen The Vortex of Death, yet."

"No, I want..." He floated up again. "You to stay..." He flew back a bit. "Right there." The giant bucket hanging from the play structure filled up, making it tilt. All the water fell out, drowsing you.

The impact on your head, neck, and shoulders made a loud splash sound. Your entire body grew cold at the new sensation. Your eyes slowly moved up, to look at your laughing boyfriend. "HERMES!" You launched yourself at him, barely grasping his feet as he flew up high, settling down in his little bird nest at the top of the play-area.

"Come and get me!"  He taunted you. "If you can!"

You took the challenge, climbing the structure that was way to small for you. The water made everything slippery, but the pirate ship's ropes helped keeping you upright. On the side of the upper 'floor', had three water guns attached to the structure by a tube. You picked one up and aimed it at the bird's nest. "Take that!!!" The water pressure was stronger than you had expected. It reached Hermes, hitting him against his calf.

"AAAWWW!!! You have wounded me!" He yelled, jumping up and sitting on the railing to look at you, his legs swinging back and forth. "But I have not been defeated yet."

You smirked. "I have the perfect weapon to beat you! Just you wait!"

"Looking forward to it!"

You ducked into the round netting, leading up to the bird's nest. It was cramped, clearly meant for young children and not a fully grown woman. Still, you climbed on. Your eyes locking onto two white ones, waiting or you. Hermes wings stood stretched, ready for some excitement. You finally reached to top, standing right in front of him.

"What do you have in store for me? Let me guess; you were going to push me off? Or were you going to tackle me down? Or were you going to-"

You cut him off with your ultimate move; pushing your lips up against his, pulling him in a sweet but desperate kiss. You held his face in your hands; his cheeks squished between your fingers. After the shock settled, he kissed you back with just as much hunger. After who knows how long, you two pulled back, faces flushed, and lips wet.

"Clever."

 Hermes and you messed around at all parts of the kid's section. Every time you attempted to pull him away to the slides and other attractions, he found something new to do.

You two:

Chased each other in the splash zone, throwing water balloons at each other. However, in some mysterious way, the balloons never broke when they hit Hermes in places he didn't like. 

"Now I know for sure; you are stopping them from popping!!!"

"If you say so, darling."

Played with the giant chess board, ending in 3-1 for him. Apparently, he had picked up some chess moves in his long life.

"Looks like I've won again." He flew to the scoreboard and changed the two to a three.

"Bragger."

"Loser."

And battled on the beam, where Hermes proceeded to cheat again. You two were hitting each other with the foam stick, you a lot harder than him but he had better balance; no doubt due to his constant playing around on branches, light poles, and electrical poles. Then you got on strong hit in, pushing him over the edge.

As he was about to hit the water, his wings sprung alive and floated him back on.

"Cheater."

He winked at you, before throwing another punch.

After all that tumbling around, you two sat down at the park's restaurant, famished. The nymphs immediately started up the kitchen again. One of the nymphs walked up to your table, biting back a giddy expression. Hermes had as much fans as haters amongst the Mythos, unsurprisingly.

"Lord Hermes," these were the only words said in English. She continued to speak in Greek, most likely old Greek. You understood nothing.

It happened more often than you would like, being ignored by Mythos creatures in favour of putting all their attention on your boyfriend. They just saw you as another mortal fling of one of the gods; insignificant, unless you grant a child.

Something you weren't ready for in any way. So, you just went back to being ignored.

Hermes spoke back to her in English: "Just bring me a greasy burger, no tomatoes." He then turned to you, "and..."

"Just a grilled cheese." The nymph did not look at you as you spoke, her gaze locked on him.

"A grilled cheese for the lady," he repeated when the nymph stayed unmoving.

"Of course, my lord." She turned around and finally left.

"This becomes more annoying every time. God forbid my lowly mouth to even mutter a hello to them." You complained.

"These are Apollo's nymphs. They are bound to be more stuck-up than most. Next time I'll bring you to meet some from Artemis' domain; they tend to like women a lot more, even mortal ones."

"Sounds fun, can I sneer at you with them?"

"Only if you dress like them." You rolled your eyes at his insinuation.

It took them surprisingly little time to get the food out. A different nymph came out this time. She was less impressed by Hermes' presence, but still, she ignored yours completely, even when you thanked her.

You held up one piece of the grilled cheese to him. "To a fun day."

He held up his burger in return and booped them against each other. "To a perfect day."

You took a large bite, rolling your eyes back at the heavenly taste of the melted cheese. "What do wanna do next. We could go down the Hydra, the slide has multiple exits. Or we could do the thunder bringer. We can go down together in a slide ring."

"Is it really such a good idea to go down a slide after we just ate?" The perfect excuse, he figured.

"Hermes, I have seen you fly through a category 6 hurricane after eating an unholy amount of burritos."

"That's different! I didn't have a human girlfriend who pukes after doing one cartwheel in the sky, to take care of afterwards."

"Touché." You thought for a few quiet seconds. "We can go to the beach simulator. Every five minutes there is this giant wave, always dragging everyone all the way back."

"Hmmhmm," Hermes hummed. "We could do that, or..." He swiftly looked around for another idea. "We could... uhm..."

"Hermes." You grabbed his attention back to your now frowning face. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing is wrong." He took a quick bite of his burger, nervously stuffing his mouth.

"Hermes." You repeated strictly.

"I told you; nothing is wrong, babe."

"Yeah, the more you repeat that, the less I believe it." You reached for his hand, holding it softly. "You can trust me." Your eyes drifted to the side, where the nymphs were watching you two. You sighed, "come on, I want to show you something." You pulled him by two fingers, holding them tight but soft.

Off to the side, close to the water slides, there stood a wall with pictures. Every one showing a person going down the slide. You brought his attention to one at the far right, holding you finger on the photo.

"That's my little sister," you said, pointing to a young girl, clearly happy at the back of a slide ring. "And this was me." You took your finger off, revealing a terrified girl. "I was so scared to go down, but I let myself be pushed around by my little sisters. They are both younger than me, and I felt an obligation as the oldest, to be the bravest. What I am saying is: I get it if you're scared, I won't judge you, but please be honest with me."

Hermes looked fondly at the little girl in the picture. "I am not scared of the slide, per se. Styx, I am used to a lot worse. Like hurricanes."

"Still, can't believe you did that."

"I can. Done it often enough. The thing is I don't like water or getting wet. Rain is one thing, swimming another. But you did so your best for this day, and you were so excited, I didn't want to let you down. I also didn't want you to feel guilty for bringing me here, so I have been secretly trying avoid the water this whole time."

"I'm so-"

"Don't. I said that I don't want you to feel guilty. I am sorry for not saying anything. Father, I feel like an idiot."

"What don't you like about getting wet?" You asked. You wanted to understand him more.

"I don't like it when my wings feel soaked." He admitted. "They get heavy, making me slower when I fly, and they get itchy while drying."

You kissed his left wing. "And we can't have that. We can leave if you want. There are plenty of other places without pools."

"No, I want to stay here. You did your best and I want to enjoy it."

You looked at his wings again, letting you fingers glide over one. You wondered if their size would be a problem, but looking at them again; you don't think so.

"I have an idea, wait here." You ran back to the park's store.

Hermes had his eyes closed. He didn't know what you were planning. He heard you open a plastic packaging. "Should I be afraid?"

"Only a little." You took them out and brought one to a wing on his ankle. "Tell me if you don't like how they feel."

You put something around it. Hermes quickly opened his eyes and looked down. A blue bag? Or something in that manner. It wasn't pure plastic. The texture was strange but not unwelcome.

"They are shoe covers, size XXL." You brought another to his other ankle-wing. "You are lucky; they are pretty high quality. The lower ones either rip or will become too hot for you." He didn't say anything, just had a soft smile on his face, so you continued.

At the end, he looked a bit silly, but it worked. "Now, I know exactly what to do."

"And that is?" Hermes asked while looking over your handy work.

"Go down the lazy river and relax."

You had your eyes closed, lying down in the blow-up tube. The sun shined down on you both. You muttered a: "Thanks Apollo."

Hermes was floating on the water next to you, dipping his feet in the water, without getting his wings wet. "This is nice," he admitted.

"I know," you said back.

There was a second of shadow. He opened his eyes to look at what caused it, finding that a slide had blocked his sun. A little sign called it 'The Tornado'. He looked down to his feet for a few seconds.

"Come on, darling. I've had enough relaxing for today." He clumsily made his way out the water. "I want to go down the tornado."

You looked up at him as you slowly made your way out yourself. "Are you sure? You don't have to do this."

"But I want to." He grabbed your arm and dragged you to the slide. "Come on!"

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I have to go back home 😭😭😭

Goodbye London

I found these two candles. They look really cool, but they smelled gross so I didn't get them, unfortunately.

I also found this hardcover of the Song of Achilles. It's really good! It isn't completely accurate to Greek Mythology but it was still an amazing read. I recommend it to everyone who reads!

Also stopped by the Sherlock Holmes museum and there was this creepy ass doll in the corner. It scared me to death.

I also bought a bottle of gin there. I haven't tried it yet, but it's supposed to change colour.

Me and my friend also signed our names into the guest book they had there. I will show you guys a page where our names aren't on. They also had busts of different Sherlock Holmes's.

We went to sea life too. There is an animal crossing event right now. You can get stamps like those events in the museum with Blathers and pictures with Tom Nook. It was fun. Very pretty, but it was a bit expensive. I don't think we would have gone if there wasn’t an event.

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HEYYY WHEN ARE WE GETTING THE NEXT CHAPTER OF A GOD AND A MORTAL I LOVE THE STORY SO MUCH🩷

I'm on vacation rn so probably not anytime soon. I'm also working on another one shot, so that would probs be out first.

Also, chapter updates to my fics will be posted earlier on ao3 than on tumblr.

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Love that Mira and Zoey get their own rainbow patterns in their finale fit and not just a rainbow gleam I first thought it was

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My Eurostar train was cancelled and now I have day less of vacation YAY

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Nerves

Hermes (Epic the musical) x you

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Word count: 1206

Summary:

Hermes had been wanting to ask you a question but something got in his way every time.

Hermes has been fidgeting with the little box inside his satchel for a month. He had had it designed about a year ago and had been, in his opinion, Hephaestus' greatest work yet.

The ring was made with an iron only found on Mount Olympus. It shined more than any other and was stronger too. The centre stone was a Citrine, the colour a nod to his domain. Two wings and snakes weaved around it, keeping the stone in place.

He had brought you to a fancy restaurant upstate when he first attempted it. He had it all planned out; right after dessert he would go on one knee and propose.

But when the time came....

"Y/n," he had started. "I was hop-"

Right that moment, a commotion started a few tables away from you two. A young man went down on his knee in front of a girl.

Everyone in the restaurant was looking at them.

The girl looked uncomfortable, and very quietly, stood up and walked out of the restaurant, leaving the young man heartbroken.

"Poor lad," Hermes commented. He imagined himself in his shoes, imagining what he would do if you had just walked off.

"He kind of had it coming." This surprised the god, who gave you a questioning look. "Proposing in public when you aren't even sure they are going to say yes is kind of a dickhead move. It puts pressure on the promisee to just give in to save face."

"Right..." He silently put the ring back in satchel. 

From then on, a though haunted his mind, a thought that didn't exist before this; what if you say no?

The second time, he had chosen for something more casual. Hermes had flown you two to one of his temples, where he told you about myths of his.

At the end of the day, you two were staring at the sunset. You were mesmerised by the mix of colours. Hermes had a suspicion that a certain god had made it extra beautiful this time around.

"Y/n-" you looked up at him- "I have been mea-"

He got interrupted by his phone going off. With a bit of annoyance, he fished it out of his pocket and looked at the screen.

"Shit, I'm sorry love." He quickly kissed the top of your head. "I'm needed. You can sleep here, do anything you want, just don't leave the temple. It isn't safe out there. I will be back soon."

"Alright, I'll be waiting here for you." You watched his silhouette fly off into the distance, before going back inside.

When Hermes finally got back, he found you asleep, not on the bed he had made for you in the other room, but on one of his altars.

The sight made him immediately blush and his pants strain. This was definitely more intimate than any proposal he could had come up with.

He leaned down to give you a warm kiss. The sudden feeling on your lips startled you awake. "Hi," you mumbled.

"Hi," he teased back. "Laying on my altar? Were you trying to get the attention of your god?"

You rolled your eyes, playing along. "My lord, I am simply sacrificing myself to you. Is that not what altars are for?"

He couldn't stop himself. His lips smashed against yours wildly.

You two had spend the night in each other's arms. Showered one another with passion, love and a little more.

It had been so amazing, Hermes had forgotten all about the little box still in his satchel.

The next time was during movie night. You two had already watched your favourite movie and now it was Hermes' turn.

Your boyfriend was very much a chick flick guy, always choosing the movies with the most ludicrous plot points. This time though, he had gone for something more romantic: The Me Before You.

He didn't really know what it was about, just that it was romance and a really good movie. It would be perfect for a casual proposal, right?

Wrong.

He was so wrong.

You were in tears for half the movie, needing to cuddle him the whole time. There was never a moment where he could make his situation romantic, and the ending destroyed you emotionally.

Hermes was cleaning up the plates, remnants of yet another failed proposal, when the doorbell went. Before either of you could get there, however, the door swung open on its own.

"How is my favourite future sis-in-law doing?!" Apollo came busting in.

"Apollo, I already told you; I'm not your future sister-in-law." You stood up from the couch to face the god. "Hermes and I aren't getting married."

"You aren't?" He mumbled, barely a whisper. The god looked at his brother in the kitchen, who frowned and put a finger on his mouth. "Right of course! You know silly old me!" He sat down next to you. "Can't keep up with all Olympian relationships."

"Yeah, I couldn't begin to imagine."

He looked up at his brother with a small grin. "But wouldn't you want to be? Just marry my brother already then I wouldn't be mistaken all the time."

"No!" That cut way deeper than Hermes would have liked to admit. "He hasn't even met my siblings yet, only seen my parents a few times and from his family I only really know you. It's way too early to even consider it."

"Trust me, you don't want to meet the rest of the Olympian fam. They are nothing but trouble."

"Like you are one to talk!" Hermes shouted from the kitchen.

"Anyway." Apollo glared at his brother. "That is just two more things to go; your parents and siblings!"

"You shouldn't take everything so literally."

Hermes came back to the living room again. "So, Apollo, any particular reason why you're here?"

"Can't I visit my baby brother out of the goodness of my heart?" He batted his eyelashes.

"No." You laughed at his answer.

"The guys are holding a drinking party at Dionysus'. I was sent to get you after you didn't answer the phone."

"I don't thi-"

"You should go!" You jumped up. "You told me how long it had been since you all hung out."

And that's how he ended up drunk at a party moping around while his brothers sat around him.

"Did she say no?" Pan asked.

"No," Apollo answered for him. "He didn't even propose. I gave him the perfect moment too! I haven't made such a beautiful sunset in decennia."

"I got called away by work." Hermes banged his head against the table. "Not that it matters. She said it was too early to consider marriage."

"At least you weren't outright rejected." Dionysus summoned another round of wine.

"I don't get it." Pan immediately poured his down his throat. "Why not just take her? Isn't that how we always did it?"

"I know you are a bit of a recluse in those mountains, but even you have got to know that kidnapping your wife isn't socially accepted anymore.... in most places," Dionysus pointed out.

"Key words: most places."

"I'm not kidnapping her Pan." He took another gulp from his wine. "I'll just have to speedrun courtship."

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Mortality

Hermes (Epic the musical) x you

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Word count: 976

Summary:

Hermes can't focus on his cuddles when you are in the middle of a light existential crisis. You are mortal... And he a god.

Your boyfriend was a god, a real god. Hermes, the Greek god of merchants, thieves, travellers, messages, language, trickery, lies and shepherds.

He was the son of Zeus and Maia, the divine trickster and the messenger of the gods.

Wings sprouted from his head and heels, his eyes were completely white and his blood was gold due to the ichor running through his veins.

Your boyfriend could fly, had a bottomless satchel and was faster than a train.

And this god was in your arms, all curled up and small. He was hugging and clinging onto you because he had missed you.

It felt surreal.

You were staring up at the ceiling, while Hermes nuzzled his face into your collar. His brown curly hair tickled your chin.

"You are thinking too hard," he suddenly said.  "It's intruding on my cuddles. What are the gears in that beautiful mind turning so hard for?"

"It's nothing." You tried to shove it off. "Just wondering if gods need to use the bathroom considering you all just eat ambrosia."

You looked down into his ethereal eyes. You hadn’t fooled him. It was to be expected, can't get away with any lies against the literal god of lies and trickery. At least not a bad one.

"What were you really thinking about?"

You felt a chill, the hairs at the back of your neck standing up. Hermes never scared you on purpose and you, in turn, never felt the need to be scared. However, whenever his disguised slipped and his god-form peeked out, you couldn't help but feel dread. It was an unconscious thing, you couldn't help it. 

"Will you... Will you leave me when I grow old and wrinkly?" Your mouth felt dry. "I won't stay young forever, like you."

"I'll stay with you even when your hair is grey and you need a walker." He spoke confidently, as if it was the most logical thing in the universe. His fingers lightly traced your collarbone.

"But doesn't that make you feel weird? I'll be so old and you'll still be as young as ever!" Your hand combed through his untameable hair. "We would get so many strange looks."

"Then we'll just say I'm your sugar baby and that I am using you for your money." He smirked. "That way, they’ll be too busy judging me to notice you."

"That's not funny!"

"And I'll pleasure you every night, just to seal the deal." His lips traced your flushed neck. A smirked danced on his face, one you couldn’t see. "You'll be such a hot GILF."

You pushed his face away with all the strength you had. The only reason it worked was because he let you, his god strength could have easily stopped you.

"That's enough! Forget I asked!"

The wings on his head fluttered. Hermes would often push you buttons just so he could see that adorable frustrated look.

But there was still something off about it. It wasn't right, there was more. Something was still bothering you.

"It's not enough," he had said after pulling away. "There is more on your mind, love, and I will not rest until I've quelched every little insecurity plaguing you." His floating silhouette hovered over you. Reaching out his hand, Hermes caressed your cheek. "Tell me."

Small tears had started building up in your eyes. "How long would it take for you to get over me once I'm gone?"

"Eternity." His look was intense, you almost started trembling. "I will come visit you in the underworld as many times as I can. Styx! I will even try to make a deal with my uncle for your soul."

"And then what? Gonna keep me in your satchel for the rest of eternity?"

"Then I would have Hephaestus build you an immortal body and give it to you as a vessel." He kissed the top of your head. "And I will make sure you are worshipped like the treasure you are."

You rolled your eyes. "You're too corny."

"It's the truth, my love."

"Didn't know you could speak the truth."

Hermes dramatically fell, as if he had just fainted. His body stopped just as he was about to hit the floor, floating barely an inch from the wooden planks. "You wound me!" He yelled out. "How can the love of my life accuse me of such a thing?!"

You smirked, "how can this love of your life believe the words from the god of lies and trickery?"

He shot up, staring at you over the edge of the bed. "I am more than just the god of lies and trickery!" Hermes objected. "I am also the god of thieves."

"That's so much better!" You chuckled.

Hermes sighed, kicking his legs behind him like he was a teenage girl with a dumb crush. "There is that laugh." His own smile was endearing and his eyes looked at you as if infatuated. "More beautiful than Apollo's music."

You tapped the empty place next to you. "Don't let him hear you say that."

Your boyfriend floated over, claiming his rightful seat next to you. "Not only would I repeat it right in front of him, I would trick him into admitting it too."

"Please don't." You leaned your head on his shoulder. "He'll come complain to me about it and completely empty my liquor cabinet again."

"It'll be hard, but I'll abstain for you." His voice had become softer, no mischief behind it anymore, just sweetness.

You closed your eyes, took deep breaths and inhaled his scent. He might be a god, but he is still the sweet dorky guy you fell in love with. Before sleep carried you away, you had to get the answer to the question which still plagued your mind.

"But do you poop?"

"Ambrosia and offerings, no. Earth food we physically eat, yes."

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Apollo (Epic the musical) x you

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Word count: 1083

Summary:

You had broken up with him and he left. You had figured he would be over you by now, moved on to a new mortal who caught his eye.

Then why was he standing in your kitchen?

Your ex-boyfriend was a god. Ever since you two had broken up, the sun had been less bright, and the summer became colder and colder.

Until one day, not even a week later, it all returned back to normal. Had he gotten over you that fast? It kind of hurt thinking about it, but it was for the best.

You couldn’t be with a god.

It was unrealistic, idealistic. You would one day die, and he would be heartbroken. You would be in the underworld forever, and he among the living, forever longing you.

It didn't matter anymore; he had moved on. That's what you kept repeating to yourself.

Which is why you froze in the doorway when you saw the god cooking in your kitchen, as if nothing had happened, as if you two hadn’t broken up, as if he hadn’t moved on.

His back was to you, his beautiful, sculpted, olive brown, bare back. His golden hair glowed brightly; he was not hiding his godhood. Still, he made sure not to spill too much of his true form as not to scare you. Behind his head floated a sun-shaped halo.

He was wearing traditional ancient Greek toga, only much, much more revealing. The cloth pinned up by his shoulder was thin and barely covered anything. The top part of his toga dipped low, way too low, and the skirt was short.

Was he trying to seduce you?

...

Maybe.

"Apollo," you whispered softly. He almost hadn’t heard it, but he did. He dropped the pan in his hand. It landed on your stove with a loud clang, nothing spilled, however. 

He turned around, a dorky smile on his face. "Welcome home, my sunshine." He picked the pan back up, his hands slightly trembling. "I made pancakes."

You dropped your bag and closed the door, your eyes not straying from him, and his not straying from you. Neither one of you said anything. You took a few steps towards him. He did not move, still holding up the pan. Your eyes finally moved, the pancake inside the pan wasn't brown yet, but the batter looked good.

"What are you doing here?" You finally broke the silence.

Apollo’s eyes moved away; he couldn't talk when he looked you in the eye; it made him too nervous. "I made you pancakes."

"I can see that." You swallowed. "But why are you here?"

"I want to talk." He turned around, setting the pan back on the stove. "I know you said you can't be with a god, that a mortal and a god can't be together, but I disagree."

"Apollo-"

"Sunshine, I love you." He did not hesitate to say it. "I love you more than the sun is hot. I have only known you for a short time, but my love for you is greater and stronger than any I have felt before." He put the pancake on the plate and poured more batter into the pan. "I know this won't end in a happy ever after, I know you will die one day and we would be separated forever, but I want you."

Tears started to build up in your eyes, but refused to let them fall. You took a step closer. You lifted your hand to his back but held it just before you touched the skin. You traced the lines of his shoulder blades.

"I know it's selfish, but I want to be selfish." He continued to pile pancakes on the plate. "I want to spend as much time with you as I possibly can."

"Apollo, I..." You hesitated, would you regret what you were going to say? Would he take it the wrong way? "I love you too, and that's why I can't be with you." Were you crazy for it? You had only known him for a month. "The longer we're together, how worse your heartbreak will be once this is all over, and I can't put you through that."

You pulled your hand away. Quickly, Apollo turned around and grasped your hand, pulling it to his chest. He pushed it right against his beating heart. "I know it will hurt, but that pain is a reflection of the love I feel for you, and if I had the choice between never having known your love and that pain, I would choose pain a hundred times over."

His words rang in your ears, repeating over and over again. The tears finally spilled over. Was this enough? Enough to convince you? You looked at his sun-shaped eyes. They were beautiful, filled with love and adoration. He slightly cooked his head to the side.

That's it.

You really were crazy.

You threw yourself at him, pulling him in a desperate kiss. His lips were soft and warm. It felt as if you were snuggling under a heated blanket. His tongue tasted like fresh herbs and sweet fruits.

"Sunshine," he panted through the kiss. "Sun-" he tapped your arm. You solemnly pulled away from him.  He quickly turned around. "I still had the stove on!! Shit! Shit! Shit!" He quickly turned it off and picked up the pan. Inside was a dark, overcooked pancake. 

You hugged your arms around his waist, your head leaning against his back. "I missed you." You kissed his delicate skin.

"Sunshine," he whined. "The pancakes will get cold."

Your couch wasn't that big, but it was just enough for Apollo to lean against you and put his legs on it as if he was laying on one of those Greek klines.

"I didn't know you could make pancakes," you commented as you fed him a bite. "Last time you worked in my kitchen you burned the pasta."

"Hermes' girlfriend taught me." He smiled brightly. "She cheered me up after our breakup and gave me some advice."

"My older sister used to cheer me up with pancakes too." You took a bite yourself, mesmerised by the taste. Had he put something special in it? Some mystical, god milk or something? "Maybe you should meet her some time."

"Are you inviting me to meet your family?" Apollo’s eyes lit up, like the sun. It was so bright you couldn’t look him in the eye without blinding yourself. "Gosh! Y/n, you're my favourite- uhm... they? In the entire world."

"Person. I'm your favourite person."

"That works too!" He smiled like a dork.

...

..

.

This man was going to be the death of you, and you wouldn't want it any other way.

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Heartbroken

Hermes (Epic the musical) x you

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Word count: 2474

Summary:

It wasn’t strange to find a god lounging on your couch, but this time, it wasn’t your boyfriend. This time, it was a blond man crying his eyes out.

It wasn’t strange to find a god lounging on your couch, but it was usually the same one, your boyfriend Hermes. But this wasn’t Hermes. His hair was brown, and two wings stuck out of his mane.

From your hallway, you could see long golden hair. It was so bright, it almost glowed. An inch or two behind his head floated a halo-like circle, with sharp ends all around. It reminded you of a sun motif.

I didn’t take long for you to notice the sounds he was making, wailing. The god was crying his eyes out. Between the snicking, you heard him murmur a name, again and again and again. Over and over and over again. You were hesitant to disrupt him.

But this was your apartment and, by extension, Hermes’. This was his territory, his abode, his temple, no god would be dumb enough to harm you here.

“Can I help you?” You made your way closer to the couch, not letting your guard down for a second.

The god swiftly turned his head. He stared at you for a few seconds, before quickly making his halo disappear and attempting to wipe away his tears. His efforts were in vain, however, for his eyes wouldn’t stop the waterworks.

He cleared his throat, “you must be with my brother, Hermes.”

“You had a halo,” you said.

“No, I didn’t.”

“Yes, you did, and it had a sun motif.” In truth, despite of basically having become a part of Greek mythology, you didn’t know much. Only the basics, and whatever Hermes had told you in the short time you knew of his godhood. Which is why it took you so long to connect the dots. “Apollo… You must be Apollo, right? God of the sun?”

“You know of the gods?” You nodded at his question at which he let out a sigh of relief. “Hermes had told me he kept it secret from you.” Before you knew it, he started crying in full force again, burying his head into the little throw pillow.

You carefully sat down next to him. “Are you alright?”

“No.” His voice broke. “I am heartbroken.” Apollo cried harder after voicing his woes.

“I know what that feels like,” you admitted. “Love isn’t always sunshine and rainbows.”

“They broke it off with me.” The colour of his hair dimmed slightly. “They said they couldn’t be with a god. I am never going to find a spouse.”

“It’s hard to lose love, but you will find someone who appreciates you and loves you the way you are.” You put your hand on his shoulder. “Don’t let one heartbreak get in the way.”

“But this isn’t even the first time!” He let himself fall on your lap. “I have lost so many lovers! Maybe I am truly unlovable.”

“What were they like?” You asked.

“What?”

“You past lovers. What were they like?” You repeated.

“You actually want to hear all that?” He looked away from you. “Most get sick of me whenever I wish to talk about them.”

“Everyone needs someone they can talk to, especially about things that are bothering them, and these past lovers a weight heavy on your heart.” You pulled the now dirty, throw pillow out of his hands and instead gave him one of your soft plushies you hadn’t cleaned up yet. It was a golden tortoise Hermes had given you once.

Apollo hugged it tight. "First there was..."

You did not realise a god could have so many lovers, with so many tragic endings. Apollo had over fifty lovers of all genders, and he could recall every single one of them. Each contributing to his ever-growing sadness. You tried not to show how horrified you were at some of his actions, but it was a different time back then with different morals.

His most tragic story by far was the one of his lover Hyacinthus. “He was so… So, accepting. Many of my loves didn’t return my feelings or were too afraid to be with me. So, they ran, ran far away from me.”

His eyes were focused on the white ceiling. “But he loved me back. He was my everything. It was an accident; I threw a discus. I was just trying to show off in front of my lover, y’know? It wasn’t supposed to hit him. I couldn’t save him.”

“I can’t begin to imagine the pain you must feel.” You yourself had become sombre, imagining the amount of loves Hermes may have lost. “But there is beauty in pain. It is a reflection of the love you feel for him, that you had been given the chance to love him.”

Apollo looked at you, slightly confused.

“Would you have preferred to have never met him?” You asked. “Would you prefer not to know his love at all?”

It was quiet for a few seconds. You had let him mull over your words. “No, I’m glad to have known him.”

It had become quiet again, but it wasn’t filled with despair. It was peaceful, and bittersweet.

“Thank you, Y/n.” He sat upright. “You are quite amazing. I ought to reward you.”

“There is no need for that.” You quickly shook your head. “I’m happy with you just feeling better about yourself.”

“You are so adorable!” Apollo’s hair had started glowing brighter than ever before. His halo had also appeared again. “If Hermes hadn’t gotten to you first, I might have taken you for myself.”

You laughed, “don’t let him hear that.”

“Don’t worry.” He ruffled up your hair. “Me and Hermes are close; he won’t mind me joking around.”

“Right.” You rolled your eyes, jumping from the coach. “I’m starving, anything particular you want?”

“I don’t usually eat earth food, but I wouldn’t mind some pancakes.” He followed you into your kitchen. It was a pretty big kitchen. It would have been perfect if it had an island, but you simply can’t have it all.

You grabbed two aprons and threw one to Apollo. “Have you made them before?”

“No,” he answered as he looked over the letters on the cloth pulled over his front. “Don’t kiss the cook, eat her out instead???”

“I’m so sorry!” Your face flushed. “I didn’t look which one I grabbed. Hermes got me that one, I’ll grab you a different one.”

“No, it’s fine.” He straightened it. “It’s good to know my brother isn’t much different around you.”

"He likes telling me all the pranks he has pulled on Olympus." You were about to open your kitchen cabinet, when Apollo snapped his fingers, and all the ingredients appeared on your counter. "Thanks."

"He sacrificed my cattle once and then 'helped' me look for them." You had given him a bowl in which he started mixing the flour, sugar, milk and butter, while you cracked the eggs. "He did gift me my favourite lyre afterwards though."

"Sacrificing cattle?" You mulled the thought over. "I'm never going to get used to this whole there are gods thing. Every time I'm doing anything I wonder if it would puss someone up there off."

"As my future sis in law, there is no way I would let any harm come to you." The mix had gotten nice and thin with a good colour. "And quite a few of my siblings agree, even Artemis."

"You know Hermes and I aren't getting married, right?" You put a pan on the stove. "I don't think 'future sister-in-law' would be the right term for me."

You laughed awkwardly, not noticing the god next to you going rigid, slapping a hand on his mouth.

"Right." He swallowed down his nerves. "There are just so many affairs in my family to remember. Those two are married, the other two divorced, they are together but only half the time and father has a new mistress every month or so."

"Can't imagine having such a... complicated family tree," you commented.

"Would you like to? Be married to Hermes, I mean." He watched you pour the batter into the hot pan.

"I don't know." Your voice had become quieter. "I used to dream of getting married to him, but back then I didn't know he was a god yet. I feel like everything has become so much more complicated."

"Marriage for us isn't much different from mortals."

"That's not it. One day I will die, and he will keep on living." You flipped the pancake with a spatula. "He should be with someone who can love him forever, not me. I just don't see a relationship with a god and a mortal working."

Apollo frowned. "They said that too. My latest love."

He hadn't told you about them yet. The lover for whom he had actually been crying on your couch for. His list of stories had been so long, that by the time you had gotten to number thirty-seven, he had already started feeling better.

"They said they couldn’t be with a god because they are mortal. That a relationship between a mortal and a god just doesn't work."

Apollo poured in more batter for the next pancake after you had taken out the first one.

"But I don't agree. Yes, seeing a lover die causes pain, but there is beauty in that pain. It is a reflection of the love you feel for them. I'm happy I got the chance to feel their love and Hermes is happy he got the chance to feel yours."

A small smile returned to your face. "How dare you use my own words against me."

"It's simply the truth. My muses would have prophesied the same words in their next hymn." He continued pouring in batter while you flipped and took out the pancakes.

You were about to call out his bullshit when your phone buzzed. "Hold on." You quickly pulled it out. Hermes had sent you a picture.

It was a selfie of him and another guy you didn't recognize. They were in some dark place, surrounded by black rocks and a slight greenish blue light.

Apollo leaned over your shoulder to look. "He's in the underworld," he explained after seeing your confused face. "That's our uncle: Hades."

You felt your body become involuntarily cold at hearing the name. Your phone buzzed again, and you quickly looked down.

Bastard❤️🐢 Just dropping off one more soul into the underworld and then I'm on my way home! See you soon my love  

"Should we send a picture back?" You grinned. "Just to scare him a bit?"

Apollo smirked. "Absolutely."

Hermes looked down at his phone. You had read his message, but didn't respond yet. Where you busy? Maybe. He put it away and let out the soul he had stashed in his bag during the trip, and watched it join the others.

He was about to fly off when his phone pinged. You had sent him a picture back. However, as soon as he saw it, his grin had disappeared.

Apollo was in the picture next to you. His hand on your mouth. You looked scared, eyes slightly red.

Love ❤️ 🍑 This is going to be payback for the time you replaced the string of my bow with spiderweb Yes, I know that was you You APOLLO! DON'T YOU DARE DO ANYTHING TO HER Call denied Call denied Yes it was me But leave her out of this She didn't do anything Call denied Call denied Call denied I SWEAR IF YOU HURT EVEN ONE HAIR YOU ARE DONE FOR

Hermes' wings carried him up faster than ever before.

"Maybe it was a bit too mean." You admitted, setting down three plates on your kitchen table. "We made him worry pretty bad."

"Nah." Apollo snapped a bottle of syrup into existence. "This pales in comparison of the things he has done to me."

"Like the spiderweb?"

"I was in the middle of a competition with Eros over a celibate follower of Artemis. She couldn't come, so I represented her." He sat down on one of the chairs. "It was pure humiliation."

All of a sudden, your door fell wide open. "APOLLO! I SWEAR I WI-" Hermes came to a stop, looking at the scene in front of him. His brother and you sitting at the table with home-made pancakes. "What is going on here?"

He floated towards you, coming to a stop right behind you. His hands gripped your shoulders tight while his white eyes glared at Apollo.

"We made pancakes." The other god used his fork to pick one up. "Would you like one?"

Hermes pulled your head back, forcing you to look up at him. "Are you hurt?"

"No."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, now sit down. We made pancakes." You filled his plate with pancakes and then your own.

"So, you came all the way here just to make pancakes with my Y/n?" Hermes put his hand on your knee.

"Well, no, but it is a good bonus!" He handed you the syrup. "No, I had been heartbroken and no one on Olympus did comfort me." Tears swelled up in Apollo's eyes. "So, I came looking for you. But Y/n came home first. She cheered me up quite well, although I am still not sure what I am going to do about my lover."

"What happened to them this time? Turned into a dandelion? Attacked by a siren?" You kicked Hermes under the table for that. "What? This always happen. His flings die tragically, and he will mope around for a year, before finding a new one. We've started making bets about it."

Apollo had become red in the face. "I'll let you and your little bets know that they didn't die this time! And they didn't turn into a plant either! They broke up with me! Said they didn't want to be with a god."

"Is that it?" Hermes frowned. "And you what? Just stopped chasing after them?"

"W-well, yes!" He shoved a big piece of pancake in his mouth.

"I never expected you to give up that easily." He pulled you by the shoulder into his chest. "I never gave up chasing my love when she broke up with me and look at us now!"

"That was different," you objected. "I broke you with you because of your lies." But it was too late.

"You're right, Hermes!" The god jumped up from his chair, his whole body glowing like the sun. "I shouldn't give up on them! I will keep chasing them, so I don't regret staying away from them when they die!" He rushed towards the door. "Thank you both!" And slammed it behind him.

Hermes pulled you into his lap. "Now there are more pancakes for us!" He grinned.

"You're impossible."

"And yet, you still love me." He planted a kiss on your temple.

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My Sunshine

Apollo (Epic the musical) x you

Masterlist Series list Ao3 link

Word count: 1095

Summary: Rejecting Apollo’s love went surprisingly well.

You had only gone on a date with that super hot guy a handful of times before he decided you must be the love of his life and told you of his greatest secret.

The guy ended up being none other than the Greek god of the prophecy, the Light-bringer himself, deity of music, poetry and the civilised arts, the one who brings medicine and plagues onto humanity, Apollo.

At first you didn't believe him, quickly dismissing him as a crazy guy you would probably need to file a restraining order against, but then he let parts of his godhood spill through his disguise.

His hair had started glowing gold, a halo appeared, and his pupils turned yellow while becoming more of a sun-like shape.

You felt a shudder going down your back, as if you were in mortal danger, which you probably were. Even if you didn't want to be scared, you couldn't help it.

So, instead you tried to hide the fear behind a stunned expression, which turned out to be unnecessary. He didn't even seem to notice that.

"I know I look even better now! You like this form, right?" He clung onto your arm. "Who am I kidding? Of course you do! Now, we should get married as soon as possible. Probably even today!"

He dragged you towards the couch. "We should make a list on what to get." A notepad and pen appeared in his hands. He started scribbling stuff down profusely.

"Let's see, I'll have the muses decorate my domain, father will be the one to wed us, I can probably get Hestia to make a cake for us, we need flowers... Do you want a dress or a suit? I do have this golden dress Medea gave away... No wait, it isn't safe for you to wear that one. I don't think you'll fit into one of my suits."

Apollo started crossing things off his list just after writing them down. "No, that won't work... We should wear traditional Greek tunics, and maybe add a veil to yours, that way you have a mix of femininity and masculinity. Gods, you would look so hot in a tunic."

"Apollo-" the name felt foreign on your tongue, as if you were calling out to a stranger- "We can't be together."

"What do you mean?" He held your hand softly, kissing the back. "We're together right now?"

"No, I mean we can't be in a relationship." You pulled your hand away, laying it down in your lap.

"But we've been in a relationship for a month now."

You couldn’t decide if the god was avoiding the conversation you were trying to have, or if he was truly that clueless. "And I'm ending it."

Looking at his now heartbroken face, it was definitely the latter. "B-but I love you, and I know you love me too!"

"I am mortal." You tried to not meet his saddened gaze as best you could. "A relationship between a mortal and a god just doesn't work."

"That's not true!" He objected. "I've had many mortal lovers!"

"And where are they now?" You didn't mean to be cruel, it just sort of slipped, so you quickly added: "Point is, I can't be with a god. I'm sorry."

"Y/n, y-you can't do this to me!" Tears formed in his eyes and fell down onto the ground. "I... I knew my previous lovers didn't end great but this time it'll be different! I promise you!"

He kneeled before you, hugging your lower legs. "Please don't do this! You are my sunshine! Without you the sun won't glow and there will only be darkness left!"

His tears had started to stain your pants. "Without you music sounds dull, and the hymns will be uninspiring!"

"No, they won't." You pulled your legs out of his grip. "You have been making the sun glow and the music sound great for thousands of years before I was even born. They'll be fine." You stood up and made it to your door. "Now please leave me be Apollo. I'll go for a little walk and by the time I get back I want you gone."

You loudly shut the door behind you and rushed out of the building. Finally, outside, you took a long deep breath; this was exactly what you needed.

Your legs brought you to the park. This was where you and Apollo had your third date. You remember the little picnic he had prepared; it had gone horribly wrong when a bunch of pigeons had flown down and snatched your food.

He had promised the get revenge on them, but you had quickly made him lie down again. "They're just pigeons; you shouldn't focus on them. Especially not when your lover is right here."

That had been a good day.

The memory didn't feel tainted, oddly enough. You thought you would feel betrayed after learning he lied to you, but that wasn't the case.

He was still the same guy you fell in love with, just with a little extra.

You loved his silly smile whenever you did something he liked.

You loved the way your name rolled off his tongue as if you were the most valuable thing in the universe.

You loved listening to him sing late at night as you cuddled on the couch.

You loved the way he made you feel validated; always the correct pronouns, the correct name, the correct descriptions, switching between more masculine compliments, feminine and neutral ones.

"You smell so sweet! I love it!" "There is that handsome face!" "Your love feels as warm as a thousand suns!"

He defended you against bigots and always held you after you had been called something truly hurtful.

Apollo was naive and a bit stupid sometimes, certain insinuations and social clues flew right over his head, and he was always being a bit overdramatic.

Still, you loved that man God.

You quickly ran back to your apartment, perhaps you could see his face one last time. As you entered your apartment, however, disappointment washed over you.

He had already left, just like you had asked.

It was for the best, truly, but that didn't mean you didn't miss him.

Over the next week, the days became colder, despite it being the middle of summer. You had to pull out your old coat again and turn on the heater.

The sky had become darker. The night's end came later and its start sooner.

Scientist couldn't explain how or why.

Perhaps, Apollo hadn't been exaggerating after all.

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Just Like Back Then

Hermes (Epic the musical) x you

Masterlist Series list Ao3 link

Word count: 979

Summary:

Hermes loves watching the Hunger Games, but not for the reason you expect.

You were in love with Hermes, the Greek god. Even so, you didn't know much about Greek Mythology, or his old homeland in general.

But he would tell you many stories.

"Have I ever told you of Odysseus?" You two were snuggling on the couch. "That man was so clever; he could have rivalled me!"

You were scrolling through Netflix, trying to find a movie to watch. "Did he also have wings?"

"No, none of my lineage has ever inherited my wings, that's because they're not-"

"Your what?" You stilled. "Your lineage?"

"Well, yeah. I was his great grandfather," he explained. "But that doesn't really matter."

You had never really thought about it before, that Hermes had children before. It made sense, he was thousands of years old. It would be unfair to expect him to not have lovers before you, but it still made you uneasy.

Hermes immediately noticed. "We didn't really have birth control back then, so even a one-night stand could result in a child. We did have this one root, but it wasn’t always effective, so you know. This stuff sometimes happens. If this is putting you off of wanting a kid, then you don't need to worry. I would never expect you to give me one, but if you did want to, I would raise it with you! I know I didn't really raise my other kids but that's just what it was like back then. Fathers, well at least those who were gods, weren't really involved with their babies. I mean look at me! I was raised by my mom and not by Zeus. It was also so long ago since I even had children. At least a thousand years and a man- or well god, goes through a lot of character development in that time!"

The more he talked, the more he dug his own grave, and he knew that. So, instead he decided to quickly change the subject.

"Hey, what movie did you want to watch!" He grabbed the remote and started scrolling. "Lord of the Rings, Big Hero 6, Sherlock, maybe It? Spooky whoo! Or, what else is there, Hercules, no wait that's not a good idea. Uhm." He kept on scrolling, not even looking at you anymore. "Maybe- oh."

You put your hand on the remote, stopping him from driving himself mad. "Hermes, it's okay. I understand. It would be ignorant and selfish of me to expect you to have not been with anyone else before me."

He snuggled himself into your neck, his left-wing clasping around you as if it were a necklace. "My love, you are perfect."

You combed your fingers through his hair with a smile. "Now, what movie do you actually want to watch."

Hermes thought for a bit, before putting on the Hunger Games. "My favourite movie franchise."

This caught you off guard. He usually liked dumb 2010's chick flicks, your money was on John Tucker Must Die, but then you realised.

"Right, 'Hamish'!" The fake name he used when you two first met. "You know it's actually spelled H-a-y-m-i-t-c-h, right?"

"I haven't read the books!" He argued. "How was I supposed to know that?"

"Common sense, and why haven't you read the books? Isn't this your favourite franchise?"

"*Movie franchise!" He corrected you. "And I haven't picked up a book since movies became a big thing."

"I don't think that was a smart decision."

"Just watch the movie."

Watching the Hunger Games, you started thinking; why was this Hermes' favourite? Nothing about it was his style at all, except for maybe the capital's clothing style.

As you watched Katniss cut the tree, so the Tracker Jackers would drop on the other contestants, you felt Hermes move. He held his fists clenched and his eyes locked on the screen, as if he was silently cheering for her.

When that one kid threw a spear at Rue, your boyfriend booed him and then cheered again as Katniss shot him. "Get 'em darling!"

At the finale, his body was physically shaking in excitement. As Katniss took the shot, and the arrow flew straight into Cato's hand, he jumped up. "Right in there!"

You swore you had never seen your boyfriend this excited-

For anything non-sexual, you meant.

The end credits rolled, and you started cleaning up the couch and coffee table. "What was up with all that excitement? It was just a movie."

"Oh! I just really like the games!" He explained. "Fighting for that one spot, to become the ultimate victor."

"I think you missed the whole point of the movie," you commented.

"Hey! That movie's actual goal is criticism of everything I stand for: money, capitalism and power." He folded up the blanket and draped it over the couch. "I can enjoy it in whatever way I see fit. Besides, the games remind me of home."

"A game in which participants hunt and kill each other reminds you of home?" You asked, your voice ladened in scepticism.

"Yes! We had these amazing gladiator fights!" Hermes started floating, fake punching the air. "They had to fight for their lives using their strength, wit and smarts."

"Isn't that brutal?"

He immediately noticed the disapproving tone in your voice. He didn't even need to see your face to know you were frowning again.

"Well, yes, but you know that was just what it was like back then. It was an honourable position, and the victors would get glory and stuff like that. And it is not like they were children like in the games! They were trained adults, often men but there were a few women. Not that that is a bad thing, women were really good fighters in there too, strong and fast. Although, if you don't like gladiator fights you might see it as a bad thing. That's-"

"Hermes, breathe." He did as you said.