How about I writing a one-shot where Apollo, Hermes and Dionysus are jealous that Y/N's pets are angels - gods that they beloved
Apollo and the Catnip-Loving Mischievous Cat
"Darling- how have you managed to ruin my healing plants so badly again?"
Apollo's voice echoed through the marble gardens of Olympus. It was a mixture of anger and disbelief. In front of the sacred sunflower altar, an orange cat was happily rolling around on a pile of sacred catnip, a healing herb accessible only to the healing gods.
The cat let out a long, drawn-out meow, its pupils dilated. Then—thud!—it fell flat on its back, kicking the air like a fish.
"Haha... I'm sorry, Apollo." Y/N laughed, crouching down and picking up a catnip leaf that had stuck in the cat's fur. "She love that scent. Look, isn't it so cute?
Apollo looked at the cat, then at Y/N.
"Isn't it cute? It's a sacred plant that takes two seasons to grow. And..."
The cat suddenly jumped into Apollo's lap. "Mrrr...meow"
Apollo fell silent. The sun god's usually dignified face stiffened as the small creature licked his finger.
"How dare you put your hand on the hand that collects the sun's rays," Apollo muttered softly.
Y/N tried to hold back a laugh. "Oh, you're jealous of the cat?"
Apollo sighed dramatically, picked up the cat, and stared at it as if it were his arch enemy.
"If you don't stop messing with me, I'll create a new constellation in the night sky."
The cat simply replied, "Purr" and fell asleep on his golden robe.
Y/N hugged his shoulder and smiled. "Sun God, you acted too late. It seems he embraced me first today."
Apollo glanced at her, feeling a bit annoyed, but then he gave a resigned smile and looked at the two of them.
"I understand. But tonight... it's my turn to take the cat's place."
Night fell quietly, moonlight streaming in through Apollo's marble window.
Y/N had just finished giving her orange cat a bath, and the cat was sleeping, wrapped in a small blanket beside her bed.
Apollo stood by the window with his arms crossed. His expression was one of annoyance, but... adorable.
"Let me explain," Y/N said.
"What?" Apollo lifted his chin. "You mean he purposely slept on your lap for three hours? While I sat next to you, untouched like a statue?"
Y/N approached him and put her hand to his cheek.
"Aren't I spoiled?" Apollo leaned forward, his lips nearly touching Y/N's.
"I want your attention, too."
The cat suddenly meowed loudly.
Apollo quickly looked at her.
"You did that on purpose, didn't you?" he whispered to the cat.
Y/N laughed and took Apollo's hand.
"Of all the creatures of Olympus, only one will sleep with me tonight."
Apollo smiled gently and quickly wrapped his arms around her waist, lifting her up.
"At last," he whispered. "The Sun God has his place once again."
The cat simply stared at the two of them, purring softly in submission.
Apollo closed the door with his feet. And the night was warm, intimate, and filled with whispers.
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Hermes and the Overly Honest Copycat parrot
"Squaw! 'Spread your wings, my beautiful one!' Squaw!"
Hermes nearly dropped his report scroll as Y/N's little bluebird crossed the hallway, perfectly mimicking Hermes's voice.
The passing fairies quickly contained their laughter.
Y/N, who was feeding the bird, blushed and stared at Hermes.
"is it that you teach my parrot"
"I-I didn't do it” Hermes cried, his face bright red. "It's just... well, sometimes I whisper romantic things in your ear... but I don't broadcast them to all of Olympus!"
The bird landed on Hermes' shoulder and continued.
"Oh, my sacred wings, I fly just for you! Squaw!"
Y/N grin, while Hermes looked at the bird with a mixture of embarrassment and jealousy.
"She copies everything, Y/N! There are no more secrets between us."
Y/N stroked the bird's head. "He's clever. And I'm sure he likes your voice."
Hermes raised his eyebrows and approached the bird.
"If he keeps imitating my romantic words, I'll write them down in a secret language that only you and I can understand."
The bird looked at Hermes...and then mischievously imitated him again.
"'Secret language? Kiss me first!' Squaw!"
Hermes fell silent. Y/N smile she nearly fell off her chair.
The god of messages finally relented and smacked him on the forehead. "Y/N, I swear, one day I'll get that bird to send a message to Hades."
But when the bird sang softly and softly—"I love you, Hermes~Squaw~"—Hermes smiled faintly and gently stroked its head.
"But hey, one winged rival would be nice.
That night, Hermes' face was red, and he tried to appear calm as he opened Y/N's bedroom door.
The little bluebird was sleeping peacefully in its cage.
But Hermes was still traumatized.
"Hermes, are you still mad?" Y/N smiled, sitting on the edge of the bed.
"I'm not mad," she said quickly. "It's just... I don't understand how you managed to repeat everything I said to you when I held you yesterday."
Y/N pretended to be innocent.
"Oh? 'I want to kiss your neck slowl—”
Hermes hastily covered Y/N's mouth with his hand.
"Shhh! You'll are will wake him!"
A voice echoed from inside the cage.
Hermes stared at the bird in horror.
"Tsk She not sleeping!or maybe just pretending!"
Y/N burst out laughing and collapsed onto the bed, tears streaming down her face.
Hermes was so embarrassed he covered his face with his pillow, but finally gave up and lay down next to her.
"Y/N" he finally muttered.
"I think I might have to confess."
"What?" Y/N asked gently.
"If he copies everything I say...including the romantic things I think about you." Hermes touched his forehead to Y/N's.
"Now you understand everything."
Y/N cupped his face and kissed the tip of his nose.
"That's good. Because I love everything about you."
The bird suddenly whispered gently.
"I love you, Y/N~Squaw..."
Hermes snorted, but a slight blush spread across his cheeks.
"See? Even your bird knows you're in love."
Hermes exhaled and pulled Y/N to his chest, jealous yet completely resigned.
"Tonight," he said, "I won't do anything like that. I just want to hold you."
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Dionysus and His Dramatic Dog Always Wanting to Play
In a garden overgrown with grape vines, Y/N sat under a gazebo, massaging the head of a large brown dog curled up in her lap. The dog gazed expectantly at the wooden ball in Y/N's hand.
"All right, are you ready?" Y/N said cheerfully. "Catch it!"
She tossed the ball far across the garden. The dog instantly ran off like a hurricane. “Woof! Woof”
Dionysus appeared, holding a glass of wine, staring at the scene with a hurt expression.
"I just wanted a hug, not a ball."
Y/N giggle and turned around. "Aha Are you jealous again?"
Dionysus sighed exaggeratedly and plopped down next to her.
"Y/N, I'm the god of feasts, the favorite of men and yet last night I was defeated by a monster who drooled all over my robes."
Suddenly, the dog returned, carrying a slimy ball and eagerly dropping it into Dionysus's lap.
The god stared at the ball in horror.
"What the— what kind of liquid is this?!"
Y/N smile. "So it means it likes you."
The dog barked softly, looked up at Dionysus expectantly, and wagged its tail furiously.
Dionysus took a deep breath and slowly tossed the ball back with a resigned look on his face.
"At this rate," he muttered. "I'll need stronger wine to stand up to my barking rival."
But when the dog returned and rested its head on Dionysus's lap, Y/N looked up at him with a smile.
"See? We're sharing our affection now."
Dionysus pretended to snort. “Okay but tonight, Y/N, I’m going to bark for your attention.”
As the sun set, the room filled with the scent of wine and purple candles. Y/N, as always, draped a blanket over her exaggerated dog.
The dog barked gently, pleadingly, asking for company.
Dionysus leaned against the door and took a deep breath.
"Y/N your dog been sleeping on your lap for an hour now. I can't take it anymore."
"Dio. She just want to be with me."
"Me too." Dionysus placed his hands on Y/N's waist and gently pulled her close. The scent of warm wine wafted through the air.
"I've been waiting all afternoon."
The dog gave a soft bark, then looked at Dionysus as if to say, "Whose turn is next?"
Dionysus looked at the dog competitively.
Dionysus immediately embraced Y/N from behind and kissed her shoulder.
"It's a game to see who can get to sleep first: me...or the dog."
But the dog jumped onto the bed and, *pshhh*, lay in the middle, as if separating them.
“is he deliberately holding us back??"
"seems like he's protective"
Dionysus got into bed as well, nudged the dog (respectfully), and then pulled Y/N to his chest.
"But tonight, you're still mine."
His whispers were warm, soft, and yet seductive.
The dog finally fell asleep.
Dionysus then embraced Y/N contentedly. Her jealousy faded and a soft smile appeared.
"If he can do it, so can I. I'll hold you until the morning."
